The news last week was cruel just as the news this week. The weather is foul all across the North. Most of the states were trampled by snow; the inhabitants are still struggling with trekking across the vast, dangerous white wasteland. It sucks to suck for all those poor individuals. Meanwhile, in the South, the weather is sunny with a chance of more sun. The battle between frontrunners Cruz and Trump has the Republican house divided into two camps: conservatives that values stay true above all else and right-wings that enjoy ravaging the establishment. The smart people of America know this fact–“A house divided against itself cannot stand.” Cruz shines as the poster child of the Constitutional conservative, a man of unwavering principles who will not be silenced by the establishment. On the other side of the coin, Trump is a wrecking ball ready to cause havoc on all levels of power. Truth be told, both candidates wave the flag of anti-establishment. The two dueling warriors trade devastating punches until the other is bloody. Trump mocks Cruz as an insider of the establishment while Cruz mocks Trump as a non-conservative. The members of the Republican establishment are growing furious with the current outcome of as Trump and Cruz dominate, and they fear no other credible candidates will emerge any time soon. The leaders of the Republican establishment, made up of elected officials, lobbyists and donors, are sending a message to the mainstream candidates, such as former Gov. Jeb Bush of Florida, that they should withdraw from the race if they do not show any clout. The old ones have spent millions of dollars supporting their prized mainstream candidates. For example, Bush still has the endorsement of a super PAC. Even if he were to trail Mr. Rubio after the first contests, Mr. Bush might still fight on to South Carolina. Former Mississippi Gov. Haley Barbour (R) put out an honest observation. “Why is Right to Rise spending all this money on somebody who can beat Hillary?” he asked. “Meanwhile, Trump and Cruz go mostly unscathed.” It’s funny to see the major contributors and voices of the old ones vocal about their impatience. The electoral college will figure it out sooner or later. Well, who else is wondering about the real issue at hand: Captain America vs. Iron Man!
Regardless of any year, there will always be a boner for the next President. The strange, blind belief that the next four years have any difference. If you let your grey matter meditate on it, there’s truth in the muck of cynicism. We all know deals will be made, strategical moves will be made, and the love or loathe of the new President will remain; progress will launch us forward for better or worse. Somehow, belief lies in a difference of the next four years from the previous years and the past decades will be corrected. A fact I learned from an old supervisor of mine—you have to keep your ears to the streets. If you listen closely, you’ll hear some of the best stories. Societies became nations thanks to the sweat and blood provided by those that sacrificed too much and received too little. How do I know this? I’ve heard it from the stories, obviously. I have family that work their fingers to the bone; they reside in the belly of Georgia. My folks have old houses with amenities built by their hands, both of my grandmas have embraced the forces of time for many ages, and my cousins ponder about life outside the country box. My folks and many others like them only know the hustle of the daily grind: thriving and surviving life until the Reaper comes to collect. We all live in a reality shaped by our own beliefs based on what’s thought to be true. So, whatever world is going to evolve from this unfortunate dance of politics, it’s either your heaven or hell.
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
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
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-
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….
or anyone who knows life can be a bitch!
“I don’t know what’s gonna happen man, but I’m gonna get my kicks before the whole shithouse goes up in flames.”
A Message for Humanity
Masticate this thought for me, reader.
Basic stories of characters with settings and plot,
Occasional works of obscure fiction written in flamboyant diction,
Or television shows or whatever media your mind chose
Why does life and fiction have similarities?
We’ve apparently became parodies:
archetypes, tropes, and plot devices according to our script;
the audience is all applause and standing ovation.
Supposedly, great ratings or bestseller!
You haven’t heard our success? Well, you’re a bottom-dweller.
Oh! You suggest a rewrite? A script change?
You’ll be written out. It can be arranged.
As Jaque said,
“All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players.”
However, a rewrite can add layers:
Yes, dear reader–
You can be the writer!
Evolve a scene to make it brighter!
Sadly, ideas and influence are the base of your personality.
Unjust is this reality, but it’s the duality.
Determine which truth is yours to follow,
even if it’s slightly hollow.
Plot holes will continue to exist, because we can’t resist the perfect screenplay.
The poet of this musing is in the same boat as you;
he didn’t produce this particular piece.
I know you pondered enough you can cease.
There will be no riddle to guess;
it’ll only become a mess, you’ll be stupefied by stress.
I wrote as him to establish connection–
a ploy of deception call it misdirection.
I am Death.
I’ve been around for centuries,
I’ve guided many souls to the afterlife.
The past is behind…
The present is set…
The future is unclear…
The end is nigh…
Your health will deplete or an event will happen down the line–Never forget that your soul is always mine!