All corporations must die
There's no need to even ask why
They stole all your money
And thought it was funny
Until the Devil waved hi
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Life Is
Life is meeting your son at your brother's place to watch old home movies of you and your brother as kids. Realizing those days are long gone, realizing your sons' childhoods are long gone. Wondering what home movies are left to shoot.
Frying Instead of Lying
Politicians should not be allowed to lie. Fact checking should be an official part of the campaign process, and when a politician is caught in a lie they should be severely punished and even banished from running from office.
The American people are frozen with fear, and they are listening to these politicians to get a sense of who they are, what they will do, how they will restore dignity and hope to the middle class and hopelessly impoverished.
The problem is, it is impossible to know what these fools stand for because they take every available opportunity to lie. They lie about their opponents to hurt them, they lie about themselves to make themselves look better.
Gingrich went on a rant about college students having it too easy today. Said they should work part time jobs and attend less expensive colleges so they can graduate sooner with less debt. He neglected to mention that his college education was financed by family members because he refused to work.
But being the scumbag that he is, he knew the mindless would line up behind his college students should work comments without ever hearing the truth about his own education. The truth comes after the fact and often from sources that spineless followers would never consult.
The point is, we are all hunkered down and afraid. Afraid for our futures, afraid for our homes, afraid of having no retirement and we need to know exactly what these politicians stand for so we can make an intelligent decision, one that we know gives us the best shot at getting hope back. That is impossible in a political climate that not only allows lying but condones it.
Voters need to elect a President who will protect them from corporations and politicians and banks and power brokers who are hell bent on taking every penny and every shred of decency from the people who break their backs making this country run. But that decision is impossible because the truth is obscured.
Politicians' comments are challenged every day and shown to be lies or misrepresentations or sensationalism and yet they keep on doing it because they are not held accountable.
Even worse, is when a bum like Gingrich calls President Obama the food stamp president he plays right into racial and class stereotypes of the worst kind. The kind that divide this country and threaten to burn it down in violence. And he gets away with it. He should have been jailed and tortured for that comment.
The Amercian public is suffocating, and the politicians who are supposed to represent them are playing games. Playing games with no interest in or concern for the little man who grinds out a life in fear and worry that results in disease and premature death.
These politicians are despicable, no less than dictators and despots who practice genocide and assassination of their own populations.
The American people are frozen with fear, and they are listening to these politicians to get a sense of who they are, what they will do, how they will restore dignity and hope to the middle class and hopelessly impoverished.
The problem is, it is impossible to know what these fools stand for because they take every available opportunity to lie. They lie about their opponents to hurt them, they lie about themselves to make themselves look better.
Gingrich went on a rant about college students having it too easy today. Said they should work part time jobs and attend less expensive colleges so they can graduate sooner with less debt. He neglected to mention that his college education was financed by family members because he refused to work.
But being the scumbag that he is, he knew the mindless would line up behind his college students should work comments without ever hearing the truth about his own education. The truth comes after the fact and often from sources that spineless followers would never consult.
The point is, we are all hunkered down and afraid. Afraid for our futures, afraid for our homes, afraid of having no retirement and we need to know exactly what these politicians stand for so we can make an intelligent decision, one that we know gives us the best shot at getting hope back. That is impossible in a political climate that not only allows lying but condones it.
Voters need to elect a President who will protect them from corporations and politicians and banks and power brokers who are hell bent on taking every penny and every shred of decency from the people who break their backs making this country run. But that decision is impossible because the truth is obscured.
Politicians' comments are challenged every day and shown to be lies or misrepresentations or sensationalism and yet they keep on doing it because they are not held accountable.
Even worse, is when a bum like Gingrich calls President Obama the food stamp president he plays right into racial and class stereotypes of the worst kind. The kind that divide this country and threaten to burn it down in violence. And he gets away with it. He should have been jailed and tortured for that comment.
The Amercian public is suffocating, and the politicians who are supposed to represent them are playing games. Playing games with no interest in or concern for the little man who grinds out a life in fear and worry that results in disease and premature death.
These politicians are despicable, no less than dictators and despots who practice genocide and assassination of their own populations.
Job Interviews Are Sure A Lot Of Fun
Got a job interview within the booze world next week. Had one once before that didn't go so well. Also had a couple lined up that vanished into thin air. Strange, no?
The only time I actually pierced the veil was just for the experience. The job was way over my head but I was advised by friends and co-workers to do it for the experience. It was good advice because the liquor commission is a strange entity and you need to know what you are dealing with.
It was the first interview I ever went on that was specifically designed to intimidate me, and that's saying a lot because I have been around for 158 years. Surrounded by THREE interviewers with no smiles and even less personality.
I had to suppress a smile when I walked into the room because it was so incredibly bizarre. The fact that I had no chance at the job probably played into the whole thing as well. My head was in a weird place and their heads were in the corporate clouds, which is a place of zero vision and a lot of gas.
I have a strategy this time. Gonna walk in with flowers for the HR maven and Cohiba cigars for the male intimidators. Then I'll drop to my knees and answer all their questions from that position.
I think that will give them what they need.
The only time I actually pierced the veil was just for the experience. The job was way over my head but I was advised by friends and co-workers to do it for the experience. It was good advice because the liquor commission is a strange entity and you need to know what you are dealing with.
It was the first interview I ever went on that was specifically designed to intimidate me, and that's saying a lot because I have been around for 158 years. Surrounded by THREE interviewers with no smiles and even less personality.
I had to suppress a smile when I walked into the room because it was so incredibly bizarre. The fact that I had no chance at the job probably played into the whole thing as well. My head was in a weird place and their heads were in the corporate clouds, which is a place of zero vision and a lot of gas.
I have a strategy this time. Gonna walk in with flowers for the HR maven and Cohiba cigars for the male intimidators. Then I'll drop to my knees and answer all their questions from that position.
I think that will give them what they need.
By The Way
What got me thinking about WILL was a Delaney and Bonnie song called "Where There's A Will, There's A Way." That was one that got me rocking Saturday morning.
Got a great line. "And you can believe, nearly every word I say." I love that line because it is so human. We are all full of shit in one way or another and in greater or lesser amounts.
And you can believe, nearly every word I say. Almost sounds like advice. Or a warning.
Got a great line. "And you can believe, nearly every word I say." I love that line because it is so human. We are all full of shit in one way or another and in greater or lesser amounts.
And you can believe, nearly every word I say. Almost sounds like advice. Or a warning.
A Fresh And More Pleasing Perspective
In the midst of all this anger, I had a moment of sweet release. "Twas Saturday morning, Carol had run out to perform an errand, I was preparing a quick breakfast before heading off to work.
Had Delaney and Bonnie cranked on the Ipod machine. Started dancing in the kitchen. Gyrating my hips, sliding small shuffle steps of delight.
That, my friend, is the power of music.
Noticed Maka sitting up top on the back of the couch watching me. Up until that moment I always assumed the cats thought I was brain damaged any time I danced or sang. Or danced AND sang.
I suddenly realized that she was digging my spirit. Despite the unfair and life sucking hand Carol and I have recently been dealt, there I was just being myself, exposing my soul in celebration of exquisite music.
Maka was giving me a spiritual thumbs up. She was telling me that my soul is what she loves, free of anger, pain and fear. She was giving me advice on how to live my life.
What a cat.
Had Delaney and Bonnie cranked on the Ipod machine. Started dancing in the kitchen. Gyrating my hips, sliding small shuffle steps of delight.
That, my friend, is the power of music.
Noticed Maka sitting up top on the back of the couch watching me. Up until that moment I always assumed the cats thought I was brain damaged any time I danced or sang. Or danced AND sang.
I suddenly realized that she was digging my spirit. Despite the unfair and life sucking hand Carol and I have recently been dealt, there I was just being myself, exposing my soul in celebration of exquisite music.
Maka was giving me a spiritual thumbs up. She was telling me that my soul is what she loves, free of anger, pain and fear. She was giving me advice on how to live my life.
What a cat.
Sunday, January 29, 2012
Corporation America Smiles As They Kill 2.0
Yesterday I wrote a compelling account of getting royally screwed by corporate scum. It was factual and only somewhat emotional.
Today I am going to let my emotions rip.
2012 has sucked since before it began. It began to suck on December 24, 2011 and has not stopped. 2012 has sucked for 36 days. I don't understand it.
My life was the size of a pencil tip previously. Now, thanks to Sears/Citicorp, it is half that size. I wouldn't believe that to be possible.
I have never understood "life". I don't get it and I don't know how to operate within the rules as they have been laid out since the beginning of mankind. I don't believe in those rules. This whole going to work, earning tiny paychecks, barely paying your bills, affording pizza twice a year, suffering, sacrificing and struggling your way to the grave thing. This cannot be life, can it? What would be the point?
If there is an afterlife, a god, why would he want you to suffer through an earthly existence before being rewarded? Isn't that a perverse game for a god to play?
And if there is no god, the equation becomes even more bizarre. We evolved ourselves into existence. We evolved ourselves to this? This is the best we can do?
I go through life wide eyed looking at the lives of the people around me, like watching a movie, as opposed to experiencing reality. Small, constricted, pain and worry filled existences that defy logic. I see the same thing in the mirror.
Karma could be cool. I would take comfort in knowing that the soul-less scum who put the guideline into place that robbed me of a tiny measure of financial security was diagnosed with the most horrible, painful disease ever imagined. That would be karma. But karma is a slippery concept. You want to believe it is all about the bad getting their due. I believe it operates on another level as well. I believe I have created my own karma through a lifetime of underachieving. A karma of failure.
I struggled mightily in 2011 to buck that trend. Felt I was doing all the right things. I was in a rare place of confidence and determination. I believed I could CHANGE MY LIFE and make good things happen.
Karma took notice, reared it's ugly head and struck back. Struck me down with great vengeance and furious anger.
I am now farther behind financially and emotionally than I was when I started the quest.
Essentially there is no hope. Except for one thing.
Where there is a will there is a way. Apparently will is a muscle. You have to flex it, exercise it, use it to make it function, to make it stronger. I never had will before. Somehow will crept into my existence last year. Unbeknownst to me. It was a by product of TRYING.
I am furious right now. Beat down like a rodeo clown, cut and bleeding, bruised and disoriented, wondering how much more of this I can take. But I want to fight. With my fists, with a gun, a machete, with sarcasm and anger and determination. I want to kill, crush and destroy.
$ is my new GOD. I am committing myself to the worship and pursuit of $. Money is everything. Without it, you get castrated by credit card companies. Without it you have absolutely no power. No juice. Forget about spiritual fulfillment, forget about happiness. I cannot be fulfilled when I know my life is at the mercy of every goddamn piece of shit that controls a piece of my life.
My employer, finance companies, the Mortgage Vampire, they all own a piece of me and that does not leave enough behind for me to enjoy. I am pursuing a full time job in the world of booze because of the money. I am amping up my attempts at selling words for the money.
In one sense money is the root of all evil. The power brokers who have it will do anything to keep it and to keep you from getting more of it. They are immoral, petty, sleazy, soul-less and they are proud of it. They don't care if you die. They want you to die.
The lack of money is also the root of all evil. Without it you are made small, forced to live a lifeless life. That is as evil as it gets.
I have will now. Gonna whip that sucker up into a frenzy. May not get me anywhere, may not get me anything, but leaving a trail of corpses behind me, a river of blood, an infinity of pain inflicted, an ocean of tears and bewilderment, yeah baby, that has got to feel good.
Stay out of my fucking way. I got no patience for your mindless opposition.
Today I am going to let my emotions rip.
2012 has sucked since before it began. It began to suck on December 24, 2011 and has not stopped. 2012 has sucked for 36 days. I don't understand it.
My life was the size of a pencil tip previously. Now, thanks to Sears/Citicorp, it is half that size. I wouldn't believe that to be possible.
I have never understood "life". I don't get it and I don't know how to operate within the rules as they have been laid out since the beginning of mankind. I don't believe in those rules. This whole going to work, earning tiny paychecks, barely paying your bills, affording pizza twice a year, suffering, sacrificing and struggling your way to the grave thing. This cannot be life, can it? What would be the point?
If there is an afterlife, a god, why would he want you to suffer through an earthly existence before being rewarded? Isn't that a perverse game for a god to play?
And if there is no god, the equation becomes even more bizarre. We evolved ourselves into existence. We evolved ourselves to this? This is the best we can do?
I go through life wide eyed looking at the lives of the people around me, like watching a movie, as opposed to experiencing reality. Small, constricted, pain and worry filled existences that defy logic. I see the same thing in the mirror.
Karma could be cool. I would take comfort in knowing that the soul-less scum who put the guideline into place that robbed me of a tiny measure of financial security was diagnosed with the most horrible, painful disease ever imagined. That would be karma. But karma is a slippery concept. You want to believe it is all about the bad getting their due. I believe it operates on another level as well. I believe I have created my own karma through a lifetime of underachieving. A karma of failure.
I struggled mightily in 2011 to buck that trend. Felt I was doing all the right things. I was in a rare place of confidence and determination. I believed I could CHANGE MY LIFE and make good things happen.
Karma took notice, reared it's ugly head and struck back. Struck me down with great vengeance and furious anger.
I am now farther behind financially and emotionally than I was when I started the quest.
Essentially there is no hope. Except for one thing.
Where there is a will there is a way. Apparently will is a muscle. You have to flex it, exercise it, use it to make it function, to make it stronger. I never had will before. Somehow will crept into my existence last year. Unbeknownst to me. It was a by product of TRYING.
I am furious right now. Beat down like a rodeo clown, cut and bleeding, bruised and disoriented, wondering how much more of this I can take. But I want to fight. With my fists, with a gun, a machete, with sarcasm and anger and determination. I want to kill, crush and destroy.
$ is my new GOD. I am committing myself to the worship and pursuit of $. Money is everything. Without it, you get castrated by credit card companies. Without it you have absolutely no power. No juice. Forget about spiritual fulfillment, forget about happiness. I cannot be fulfilled when I know my life is at the mercy of every goddamn piece of shit that controls a piece of my life.
My employer, finance companies, the Mortgage Vampire, they all own a piece of me and that does not leave enough behind for me to enjoy. I am pursuing a full time job in the world of booze because of the money. I am amping up my attempts at selling words for the money.
In one sense money is the root of all evil. The power brokers who have it will do anything to keep it and to keep you from getting more of it. They are immoral, petty, sleazy, soul-less and they are proud of it. They don't care if you die. They want you to die.
The lack of money is also the root of all evil. Without it you are made small, forced to live a lifeless life. That is as evil as it gets.
I have will now. Gonna whip that sucker up into a frenzy. May not get me anywhere, may not get me anything, but leaving a trail of corpses behind me, a river of blood, an infinity of pain inflicted, an ocean of tears and bewilderment, yeah baby, that has got to feel good.
Stay out of my fucking way. I got no patience for your mindless opposition.
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