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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 Those characteristics have been replaced by painstaking drudgery.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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Cynical Eyes Scrutinize a Beach

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Sunlight maims my eyes.

Sand prickles the crevices between my toes.

Parents unleash their demon spawn on the vast barren land.

The little terrors howl with laughter and hellbent on destruction.

Winds propel waves to thrash upon the beach.

Men and women parade their misshapen anatomy, while teenagers decipher their lustful hormones.

Grotesque feathered fiends scavenge for an early bird special.

Local beach patrol cruise around like a poor man’s Miami Vice.

An outlook to infinite waters harmonzies this anarchic environment.

These are my simple, jaded, and brutal observations.

I’ll just bask in the sun tolerating the scenery.

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