24 November 2008
05 November 2008
A Puddle of Our Own Piss and Blood; Passing a Kidney Stone the Shape and Size of a Donkey
And so a dark chapter opens in the history of our time. A testament to the gullibility and naivety of our generation. I can feel the concrete on my face as the new president elect's smiling visage looks down at me with his boot on the back of my head, shoving me into the urine of the public.
Is this a test? It has to be.
I do not usually endorse one candidate or another, our whole system is fucked and the president is a neutered dog that takes orders from the people that wrote the checks to his campaign fund, but I equally refuse to believe what he preaches to be the truth. The government is just levels of control and because of the fact, THE SAD FUCKING FACT, that we as a society can't even piss without wetting the front of our pants, people call for a bigger system, more control, more help because god forbid I get some GODDAMN OIL AND DIRT UNDER MY FINGERNAILS. Bastards. Swine. Jesus fucking Christ.
I heard that the majority of the vote was a scorn vote. Meaning people were so angry at W that they went to the polls blindly and cast their lot in with that rat fucking philistine. WHAT SENSE DOES THAT MAKE?!?!? WHY IS THAT ANY REASON TO DO ANYTHING?!?!
Goddamnit.
I drop to my knees and look at my assailant. I look him in the eye. Do I see anger? Do I see passion? Do I see the fire I thirst for? No. I see apathy. I see the blender starting up to put us all in. The recipe for one big shit sandwich is in the mix. We will all take a bite. I W I L L F O R C E Y O U T O T A K E A B I T E. You will enjoy it. You will swallow it. Then when you get that sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach, when that cold thing happens to your gut, WHAT I FEEL EVERYDAY, you will vomit so hard that your face will explode. Is this what you wanted? Is this what you had in mind? 'Cause this is what you are getting. You will ask for peace. I will offer none. You will ask for mercy. There is none to give.
We are eternal. This pain is an illusion. I hope you choke.
We will be thankful to be alive and breathing. A bastard from a bastard. The afterbirth that slithered out on our mother's filth. Still humping the American dream. Sad and pathetic infants, abandoned by the pack.
Christ, I feel so tired.
Is this a test? It has to be.
I do not usually endorse one candidate or another, our whole system is fucked and the president is a neutered dog that takes orders from the people that wrote the checks to his campaign fund, but I equally refuse to believe what he preaches to be the truth. The government is just levels of control and because of the fact, THE SAD FUCKING FACT, that we as a society can't even piss without wetting the front of our pants, people call for a bigger system, more control, more help because god forbid I get some GODDAMN OIL AND DIRT UNDER MY FINGERNAILS. Bastards. Swine. Jesus fucking Christ.
I heard that the majority of the vote was a scorn vote. Meaning people were so angry at W that they went to the polls blindly and cast their lot in with that rat fucking philistine. WHAT SENSE DOES THAT MAKE?!?!? WHY IS THAT ANY REASON TO DO ANYTHING?!?!
Goddamnit.
I drop to my knees and look at my assailant. I look him in the eye. Do I see anger? Do I see passion? Do I see the fire I thirst for? No. I see apathy. I see the blender starting up to put us all in. The recipe for one big shit sandwich is in the mix. We will all take a bite. I W I L L F O R C E Y O U T O T A K E A B I T E. You will enjoy it. You will swallow it. Then when you get that sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach, when that cold thing happens to your gut, WHAT I FEEL EVERYDAY, you will vomit so hard that your face will explode. Is this what you wanted? Is this what you had in mind? 'Cause this is what you are getting. You will ask for peace. I will offer none. You will ask for mercy. There is none to give.
We are eternal. This pain is an illusion. I hope you choke.
We will be thankful to be alive and breathing. A bastard from a bastard. The afterbirth that slithered out on our mother's filth. Still humping the American dream. Sad and pathetic infants, abandoned by the pack.
Christ, I feel so tired.
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