Tag: current events

It’s a Wonderful Lie Yet Hell of A Mindset

So, I woke up feeling like a pile of cow manure. You know, the lowest of the low festering on the green grass of this blue sphere. I toss and turn on my mattress in my blanket cocoon trying not to make sense of the fact I’m still alive. That one existential question fondles the deepest parts of my subconscious: Dear Lord, why am I here? The creepy, grotesque hand of the Grim Reaper taps me on the shoulder. I’ve contemplated about the final drink with Ol’Death, but I’m not ready for the last good night just yet. Somehow, I manage to rise out of my blanket cocoon and spread my tattered wings for another try at the dingy, dirty, and mucky daily deadlock. Nothing like the long, strenuous drag to the shower to wake the hell up. The tepid water clashes with my skin to officially give my body the cleansing it deserves. I step out, dry myself off, and proceed to brush the 32 chompers residing in my mouth. My hair seems legit for the time being until I actually manage to go to work. Except I remember one important factor: I’m a low rate writer with occasional gigs, a few blog articles, and pays from the newspaper. Welcome to reality, jackass!

A quick look in the dingy fridge and my eyes are welcomed to the fresh display of nutrients to nourish my body for the most important meal of the day. Wait a minute…my feeble mind and gluttonous stomach deceive me. The fridge is bare and the only nutrient setting all alone is a six pack from last night. Shit! It was bound to happen, so I crack open a cold one then slap on the illicit boob tube for current events.

The news is a fast, hard, and sad burn this week. The lives of two children, a 9-year-old from Chicago and a 6-year-old from Louisiana, met the end of their lives thanks to the barrel of a gun. The thought flashes that these two rugrats didn’t asked to be brought into this world neither to be taken out.  Hell, those little rugrats kept themselves occupied with activities like the rest of us, yet they didn’t know tragedy would strike. If the media didn’t cover the unfortunate mishap, they’ll be unnoticed lost souls with no one to give a shit about them. Without the small tidbit of information, it wouldn’t matter. Sadly, there will be more in the next weeks. In other news, a feces swastika was found on the bathroom door on a college campus in Missouri. Someone give that lunatic a Klondike bar. This crazy took the time to gather feces to produce a shitstika. That’s dedication! Racial tensions have boiled over at the Missouri campus in Columbia since the month of September, when Payton Head, the Missouri Students Association president, said he was racially abused while walking on campus. Well, Missouri Tigers, there is a crazy, anti-Semitic, racist, and feces loving individual running around campus. If you come in contact with this asshole, give a lesson in hygiene.

After that unfortunate incident, it seems the terrible times begin to roll downhill. France experience an ungodly bombardment by the terrorist group of ISIS. These rat bastards live, breath, and die for the chaos their filthy hands create. However, these cockroaches manage to scurry off somewhere to form the mythological Hydra: a violent beast with many heads along with an acid tongue. Even if you chop off the head, another ugly serpent noggin will appear. Kill the boy the head will die or shove a nuke up its ass and watch that ugly bastard explode into nasty chunks. These attention whores are calling for death, so why not answer the call and do the humane duty. I mean, we shoot horses, right? I’m not an expert for it, I’m all about the sociopathic attack and running off at the mouth for some destruction. An actual strategic plan constructed by the minds of intelligent individuals will suffice. For me, I’m all about a lot nukes; the fast and hard strike like an erratic male pornstar pile driving on every scene.  Henceforth, paying attention to my ramblings will cause more side effects than the medicines force fed down our esophagus.

By now, I believe most of you clever individuals have figured out that I’m part of the problem as much as part of the solution. I’m possessed by my nihilism, sarcasm, and constant trouble by what I see or from the dark corners of my mind. I try not to be attached to society, yet I’m stuck here like every other bipedal debauchery. These incidents will leave a mark on us, but as a fact, we can’t give suffering any precedence over our individual or collective lives. We have to press forward on with things and those who don’t will get left behind to be trampled on by the moving stampede. They’ll only slow us down with their pitiful bellyaching. We have someplace to be and must believe we’ll get there, wherever that may be. Let the good times roll.

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–Quote from Alan Moore’s Watchmen

Democratic Debauchery Stewing in Las Vegas

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Forgive me for my previous transgressions. I had the opportunity to cover the second half of the debauchery guised as the Republican Debate, but I was too busy under the influence in the godforsaken, sinful city of Las Vegas. If a piece of my memory serves me right, I won money, spent it on more rounds of Wild Turkey, taxis, and more copious amounts of Wild Turkey. I digress. The story of my degenerative, impulsive behavior will be another time.

The Democratic Debate was upon not too long ago. Where was it held? In the same city that tortured my cynical grey matter—Las Vegas. Previously, I had an article prepared with the gaffes of all five of those political swine. What happened to my precious document? The damned electricity died just before I saved it! It was like they knew I was going to annihilate their reputations! Majority of the debate was massacred by Hillary Rodham Clinton. Somehow, she had bigger balls than the men on stage. The opportune moment appear when Hillary’s credibility came under the microscope by Anderson Cooper. Hillary is most vulnerable when her character comes into question. The email issue is the monstrosity hunkering over Clinton’s shoulders. Clinton responded to Cooper with a pocketed ace response—the email server was a mistake, yet it was allowed, but not the best choice. She has turned over 55,000 pages of emails and answered every question. Cooper continued his frontal assault stating that the FBI investigation was nonpartisan and even President Obama said it was a legitimate issue. “I never said it wasn’t legitimate,” she countered, after trashing the issue’s legitimacy, “I’m saying I have answered all the questions and will certainly be doing so again before this committee.”

Our “heroes”—Sanders, Chaffee, O’Malley, and Chafee—had the opportunity to strike and possibly defeat the oppressive overlord. Bernie managed to draw his sword from his sheath. Bernie led the charge with his comment: “May not be great politics, but I think the secretary is right. The American people are sick and tired of hearing about your damn emails.” The two shook hands then Hillary cackled with glee. What the hell, “hero!” The prime opportunity to strike her down turned into a peace treaty. However, another “hero” decided to rise in the form of Chaffee. He fired his arrows straight to Hillary’s chest.

Chaffee said that the matter of presidential credibility was important, especially, in his opinion, since George W. Bush lied about the WMD’s in Iraq. Cooper gave Clinton an opportunity to respond, she said one word: no. The crowd went into a murderous frenzy of obnoxious applause and shouts. The battle was over. I couldn’t believe what I just seen. My mouth was left in shellshock. In one gambit, Clinton slaughtered them with no remorse. How could they miss it? What happened to the battle plan? Clinton—along with the rest of the political vultures—is not driven by conviction but political calculation. She has consistently switched positions of countless issues ranging from war, trade, and social reform. The only opponent to step up was the mild mannered, friendly neighborhood Chaffee.

Nevertheless, they all managed to rack up points on bearing false witness. Former Secretary of State Hillary Clinton revised her statement on the Trans Pacific Partnership proclaiming she said she “hoped” it would be a “gold standard.” On Nov. 15, 2012, she said it was a gold standard. Switching back to the email scandal, Clinton said that using a personal email account “was allowed by the State Department.” The department also requires her to turn over her emails before she departed office. She turned in her emails on Dec. 5, 2014; she left office on Feb. 1, 2013. Sanders wrongly said that the U.S. had “more wealth and income inequality than any other country.” According to the Global Wealth Databook, the share of wealth amongst the 1% has declined to an estimated 37.3% this year. The United States is also ranked 11th for income inequality among the 37 counties listed. Sanders has also botched the numbers concerning unemployment. “African American youth unemployment is 51%. Hispanic youth unemployment is 36%,” Sanders said. According to the Bureau of Labor Statistics, in September, the unemployment rate for this age group was 24% for African Americans, 11.6% for Hispanics and 10.7% for whites. This shouldn’t be a surprise to anyone. These facts are probably minor in the clogged toilet of politics. I almost forgot about the other three candidates. The reason is they’re easily forgettable: candidate cannon fodder.

It’s a shame we’re sold the same con by every politician who steps up. Tragedy molests us then politicians help us to our feet with words of “wisdom and compassion.” In the eyes of these vultures, we’re considered a bunch of lowlife sheep scum seeking for a shepherd. The millions described as disenfranchised cynics are considered pseudo-intellectual scum. The parties are sneaky chameleons camouflaging in whatever crowd fits them at the time. It’s like every election year is going to decide the face of guy who’ll be screwing us next.

Fight the power, Scum!

Truth: The Gritty Realization of a Crapsack World that Spins Madly

I take a glance at my keyboard and ponder what to type. It’s a barren, war-torn wasteland that reigns over these tainted keys; there’s blood smeared on them, a couple of keys are missing, and my laptop has a virus. I guess my minor mishaps are a drawback of typing out the Truth. Somewhere beneath all the muck, gunk, and feces lies the Truth. I’ll let my hands get filthy, my brain defiled, yet I still manage to grind out the day in search of the Truth.

Wolves in sheep clothing preach the gospel to all that will listen; false prophets perform miracles to deceive. This pile of scat should infuriate your nostrils. Hell, it should make you sick! Nevertheless, you lap it up.

Don’t you realize these beasts will devour you? They smell your weakness, vulnerabilities, and deepest fears. They’ll always tell you what you want to hear because they know what pulls your strings to make you move. Somehow, regardless of all the shit in your face, you’re willing to sacrifice yourself…why?

History justifies that people will change their minds about anything. From values and religion to the clothes they wear. When it comes to the opinion of themselves, there is always a confidence of self-worth.

So, where is your worth when it comes to the Truth? 

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Explicit News Abuse

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The news is a never-ending trainwreck. We can’t help but keep our eyes on it. An innate sense of fear of the unknown scares us, therefore we create paranoia theories. Our daily news includes the following: police brutality with murky truths of how or why it happened, racial tensions between the two usual suspects, the illusion for “equality for all” issues either spoken out or swept under the rug, and terrorists terrorizing the masses for attention purposes. These are the proper ingredients for the news. Delicious, isn’t it?

Tragedy catches more attention on the headlines than any other story. Tragedy offers a bittersweet taste in our mouths. No one likes tragedy, but the gravitational pull yanks us in close. Could it be we’re masochist enjoying human connection felt through pain? Remember: sex, death, horror, shady politics, and spontaneous violence. These simple topics masquerade themselves as “good news.” News isn’t told by the truth. News isn’t complete unless coverage is slanted towards a specific political biases; fiction becomes fact.

During the Spanish-American War, newspapers tried to capitalize on the incident for sells. Two major publishers, John Pulitzer and William Hearst, ignited the term yellow journalism. Yellow journalism was a style that emphasized sensationalism over facts. Hearst and Pulitzer devoted attention to the ongoing war through yanking the emotional strings of readers and occasionally printing arousing lies. This coverage, accompanied by bold headlines and imaginative illustrations, sold many papers in favor of both publishers. A technique used in the 1890s influences the styles of today (i.e. NBC’s Brian Williams’ Iraq Incident).  All news media strives toward an accurate news without bias.

Despite their good intentions, errors will happen, humans aren’t without mistakes. Each individual has an internal belief system of right and wrong. No one will agree on every issue. On their best day, reporters can try to provide facts with an honest perspective. On their worst days, reporters are bias, slanted pushing their own agendas. Journalists paint their own version according to their vision. The lack of appropriate questions accompanied by the lack of investigation equals fraud to the viewers. Journalistic sloppiness!

The news media changes its makeup to attract new customers. Its mascara trails down its face, foundation is caked up, and lipstick smeared off; however, it has no problem whoring itself out for needed attention. Regardless of the prices, society is always willing to pay for it. We’re eager to undress and commence in vile fornication. No matter what group we belong to racial, political or otherwise, we’re all duped after we orgasm. We’ll trust in anything that authenticates our importance that we’ll endure in this world. Can you trust the news? You can only trust it with vigilance and knowing what answers to search for. Even I’m biased with my views, except I offer you food for your grey matter to masticate.

No Rest for a Weary World

Yearning for the end result to proverbial questions, we’re constantly stuck at a crossroads. From civil rights activist remembering Selma’s Bloody Sunday to Malaysian Flight 370, it’s a protest to speak out on the world’s injustices. Our debauched generation travels down the highway to hell led by deranged bastards. Some of us realize this, but we remain silent in the background. Majority of these bastards occupy an authority position: a position to promote change to the masses. The other bastards occupy a terrorist position: a position to induce chaos to the masses. A cannibalistic cycle of epic proportions as two entities devour each other. Primal survival of the fittest against those different that ruin our way of live. Sadly, this savagery drives an innate will for destruction of the human race. Hope lies with the next batch of wayward miscreants; we pray these miscreants can change the world. Children are the future, but they’re screwed by their superiors. Check the recent news of an Ohio kindergarten teacher with a disturbing fetish for children’s bathrooms. Character flaws are throughout each country and culture. Muslim crazies continue the usual degenerative massacres, Nigerian women are still missing or oppressed beyond comprehension, Egypt has amateur porn performances near the pyramids and Iran handles discrepancies with a literal eye for an eye. It’s crazy how weirdness ensues in a supposedly advance society. What do you expect? We’re only human, right?    

Let’s not forget the stereotypes we’re pulled by our strings to play. Though our makeup is genetic, ideas and influences are the strings for human puppets. No matter what race, ethnicity, religion, gender or any other social background–you have one to fulfill! We’re born into this then groomed through our development. Doubts arise from this farfetched idea because our egos demand we’re more than another batch of miscreants. Nevertheless, you have to be somebody…being nobody is out of the question! Activities of the daily grind sustain us for an amount of time to verify meaning; we’re searching for value by a dim candle in the darkness. Observations like these actually make you ponder about the world’s damnation. Honestly, too much thought on it could send your mind spiraling down the toilet of insanity; another useless turd flushed into despair. Don’t expect any rest soon—there’s no rest for the weary. Wash, rinse and repeat!

You remember when I said how I was gonna explain about life, buddy? Well the thing about life is, it gets weird. People are always talking ya about truth. Everybody always knows what the truth is, like it was toilet paper or somethin’, and they got a supply in the closet. But what you learn, as you get older, is there ain’t no truth. All there is is bullshit, pardon my vulgarity here. Layers of it. One layer of bullshit on top of another. And what you do in life like when you get older is, you pick the layer of bullshit that you prefer and that’s your bullshit, so to speak.” – Bernie LaPlante