Tag: cynicism

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
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Murder in the First Degree: Cynicism Killed America

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Today, I realized I’m a homicidal sociopath. I mean, my hands are bloody and I’m still staring at the body as I construct this writing. Truth be told, it was an impulse: pure unadulterated spontaneity. I considered it a mercy kill because I murdered America. I know it’s a bold statement, unlike the others who committed the murder, I admit it.

Pretentious pseudo-intellectuals, douchebags, hipsters, bigots, thugs, and all sorts of freaks of nature populate the nation. I’m not any better because I’m an apathetic cynic. Nowadays, my personality trait is a common trend. It’s a shame, but nothing new is under the sun. So, with all this chaos bombarding me, I snapped and killed America.

Cynicism festers within America; the constant failure of promises cultivated the seed. It’s a disturbing thought to realize the lack of faith in our democracy. A look at the voting polls reveals the desire for a voice to be heard. Instead, the manipulation by countless political swine (Hillary and co.) overrides all hope. No matter the election year, it’s the same slapstick comedy; no new plot or formula. The horror lies in knowing there’s no cancellation anytime soon; we enjoy watching the broadcast. Hope of a true election makes any heart flutter until the hilarity ensues. Too many eyes have gazed upon senseless political advertising and campaign funding. An unfortunate reality settles in the mind: The next four years aren’t going to change or clean up the last few centuries. The new president is going to be a scapegoat like the one before him. What’s certain is taxes, debt, and trouble. Which brings me to mention another skewed subject—the economy. Most folks balance their lives on a budget from spare change found in their couches. Belief in a broken system leaves broken hearts. Inflation, deflation, trade deficits, national debt, and other financial blunders, all build up to uncertainty. For the work many Americans put in, folks can’t deny the feeling of being bamboozled. Days have disappeared of personal fulfilment and pride in work. Those characteristics have been replaced by painstaking drudgery. Workers have become cynical. Their belief is it’s about your connections or screw the rules to get ahead. Quality is taken out of all American products. Even most hardcore Americans are shameful to admit the best products are from Japan. Material wealth will always be evident in our country, ask Donald Trump.

Even though the idealistic facade of America begins to fade into the darkness, the materialistic beating heart of America continues to pound against the chest. Despite fear, despite deep seated suspicions regarding honesty within our system, the Conventional American Dream is alive for all generations to appreciate. A decent job, a family, cars, and a house in the suburbs is a reachable target. This “conventionalized” objective is applicable for most Americans as the grand finale. The reality is Americans are struggling to maintain the dream. Many don’t have any idea how to maintain the dream for the future. At this moment of vulnerability, the nightmare creeps overhead of how they will survive in old age. To sustain the dream, souls are swept up in a Faustian bargain: a pact with the Devil in exchange for worldly desires. The reality is these diabolical deals are amongst ourselves.

My views are jaded at best; the perfect sabotage for all beliefs. Cynicism is not an alternate belief system; it leads to a dead end. The mind is stagnant in being distrustful of other’s intentions and that everyone has a self-agenda. It’s a painful way to live, but someone’s has to do it. Not for a benefit of a trend instead to be a brutal truth seeker amongst men. Cynicism and America will brawl in a continuous downward spiral. A large portion of “America” is dead, buried, and entering the stages of rigor mortis. The problem is America’s inhabitants: deviants that set up ideologies only to tear them down to be “for the people.” America is what we make it out to be. If you don’t know this by now, you’re a jackass. I know what you’re thinking: “Since you know so much, why don’t you change something?” I’m a measly writer with disillusioned observations. There’s not shit for me to change. I offer you the insight to understand so that you can make a difference. I have to trust you’ll do something about it…well…I hope you do.

The most dangerous man to any government is the man who is able to think things out for himself, without regard to the prevailing superstitions and taboos. Almost inevitably he comes to the conclusion that the government he lives under is dishonest, insane and intolerable, and so, if he is romantic, he tries to change it. And even if he is not romantic personally he is very apt to spread discontent among those who are.” –H.L. Mencken

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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.

Degenerate’s Dogma

Ever woke up to one of those days feeling like

God took a dump on you? 

An interesting description to describe either a massive hangover or a detrimental tragedy.

It’s that awkward moment when life happens all too quickly and your reaction is too slow.

Life conned you into “living.”

Life is full of experiences, but life is a manipulative bastard.

Many idioms describe the consequences we face from it-

“That’s life”

“Shit happens”

or “Just the way it is.”

Except if this were true, a heap of situations like: drunk nights, one night stands, close calls and mishaps were endangerments concocted by my own hands.

Certain methods are intricately woven into the madness within our lives yet there are other events of life out of our control.

No one is immune to pain and sorrow.

I agree with “shit happens” on that end.

There’s no map filled with geographical landmarks: the landmarks are replaced with trial and error. 

We’re all flawed individuals born into existence and made into “humans.”

I know I’m not the only one that ponders this situation or I could be.

We’re just trying to make it back home after that godforsaken night out

to a new morning.

We’re all too hard on ourselves but it’s that will to live that drives us all.

So, I raise my glass to all of you….

Outsiders-

Misfits-

Loners-

Rebels-

Deep-thinkers-

Drifters-

or anyone who knows life can be a bitch!

Cheers!

Drink up!

“I don’t know what’s gonna happen man, but I’m gonna get my kicks before the whole shithouse goes up in flames.”

-Jim Morrison

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