Where are the heroes? It's over people, pack it the fuck up, the drones have come in their crocks with their mumble rap, drinking gatorade for electrolytes and they don't care who they hurt as long as they can bate-to-some ass in one of those wall-e chairs, undisturbed. Its armageddon. The run on the banks is coming and I for one am here for the fucking show folks, I can't wait to start putting gatorade on the plants and watching the dustbowl grow as we all worship the mighty Cosco and feed our fat fucking faces. That's probably the bright side. I am down to see the fucking clowns in the upcoming purge as bread and circus's turn to guillotines and the burning of the rich. It's going to be a fucking show folks, mark my words --and the revolution will not be televised, bring you lawn chair and get you a liter of cola or a Big Gulp.
You would think at this point that people would have their facts together and generally understand the world and what we are doing here, but they seem more confused than ever. They are trying to go back to fucking farming for fuck sake. Like we are so close to fucking hoverboards and jetpacks and you fucking people are ruining it, not happy.
I have donated nearly no time to writing and certainly none to doing it accurately or consistently. While I sometimes enjoy writing and communicating things, normally I am doing it cathartically and not to really inform the reader. I am sure if I put my mind to it or otherwise worked in an organized way, having some process, I may even be good at it at some point, but based on this introduction, perhaps not.
I am not sure my goal here is accuracy and proper formation of ideas, were you not reading, were're fucked --perhaps only so much that the text is discernible as English and conveys some point, if convoluted. The first problem with this: I'm a horrible speller and generally don't give a shit if you can follow the train of thought, not my job. Secondly, I don't reread most of what I write --hence this pile of unlettered horeshit. Mostly, this is stream of consciousness type stuff, I like to get thoughts out and worry about making a point later or at least focus on only those points that are important and let you sort out the rest for yourselves and identify any available meaning --writers don't seem to like this approach. Fourth, I move on without finishing points and brake up previously started trends into inconsistent dribble.
They, the writers, would say that I need to clean up my act and think about the reader. I need to tell you what I am going to tell you, tell you that thing, then tell you what I told you -- If I do not do this it is amateurish and my work unlettered and wanting. If I use colloquial terms and not the more proper method of speaking, I should be banned from having thoughts. uhh... I don't know about all that. Is it really that serious. I mean perhaps, I don't think I am getting a gig as an editor from a tear sheet consisting of my blog postings --thankfully I am not applying.
Now keep in mind that if I use those things for effect they will call me pretentious --for your writing to be praised it must be on a 7th grade level and simple and follow the rules of society, the government, religion and another subjective measure "they" so choose --really want to know who "they" is, "they" do quite a bit and make lots of decisions, apparently.
Now look at where we are people. Lots of ignorant sheeple have been doing what they are told, taking the classes, following the rules, paying the bills: All fucked! All of them, completely fucked. No healthcare, no retirement, no general piece of mind. Meanwhile we are all fighting for a seat at the front of the titanic. More and more evident each day, week, month. But if I would just get on the fucking bandwagon, I too could be successful --what a croc of shit. Where we have really been successful is in creating rules just to break them; pushing against convention, not following it.
Now I, obviously, think I am hilarious. I am falling over laughing right now. And, even when I do get things wrong, "you know what the fuck I am saying", "I said what I said"; might be the best way to understand my feelings here, you get the gist. And, might I mention, I have been writing this shit for more than a decade and I might have 1k visitors per month -- if I wanted to pay for it perhaps more, but paying for advertising has never been my jam, always though things would just work out and there would be organic traffic, there hasn't been. Are people going to start thinking more. I think the beatings are planned to continue until moral improves is more what is going on here. Really, I am being tasked with doing more that people will not appreciate and will have no historical significants under the promise that I am wrong and just don't have the proper agency or vision to see the plan unfolding.
If I was one of the cool kids I would have a Substack, which I do, I just have never committed to it or adding content --not really my jam, again for numerous reasons. Primarily because I don't like the majority of the community that is popular there -- but I might be full of shit as it has been quite a while, years, since I looked or did more than read the odd article from someone posted on X or some such.
But really, fuck modern journalism in all its forms, I am really done with how things have progressed. You cannot, to the best of my knowledge, get reliable information without great effort --not that it has ever been any different, but perhaps we thought it was, just now it seems to be amplified by all the various connection and networks. While you would think that opinions would become more diverse, it seems more as though information has become siloed and groups more insular and technology less inclusive and access more gated than ever.
Look, I would like to take on this bright and shiny view of the world, but we are more like OZ than some construct more ideal. People are full of shit and while I could do great work here, it would not put butts in the seats, in my estimation --as I have done this on other projects, as this is one of many. What happens is what always happens, perhaps people look at things once in a while, but basically it is only my small circle of friends and associates that are readings this --proofed by the lack of dick-pics in the comments.
For all those that are hoping that blogging will somehow help them reach a new personal or business plateau: boy do I have some sorry ass news for you. Like I want right now to take the time to go grab some great sites and show you their lack of following despite great content, but you don't care, I am not doing that much work and for those that due care there are plenty of people that have written articles that you don't want to search for or pay for or read on this topic. Not sure why it is my job to go do the work again that I have already done so you can get the answer through me through Google. Fuck sake, who's picking up my electric bill, my day is long enough. But you get the point. Lots of great content --most of the small crowd reading this likely created a lot of it, but still people are looking for pussy videos on Twitter (X.com) and I am not talking about cats.
Point being, Wikipedia exists and people could give two shits. There is a crowd that hangs there and it's rather small, smaller than one would think. Basically 1% of the population of high-level students at top universities. This is not a large number, you math majors will suspect, and of those people even less want to spend time reading other peoples work that hasn't been vetted by some official mechanism, except in rare cases where the agency of the individual comes from another paradigm. Comedy, University -- but the most listen to people are artists and actors. Apparently being recorded on film makes you super smart on everything other than acting, unless you are shooting porn, then you're just a whore. Whereas the real whores are mostly on Fox News, just an observation; and, for the more sensitive, I'm talking about the women.
So I could dive in on these things and provide citations, but what the fuck is the point, you don't care, not going to read the citations, and for the crowed what I "think" is likely enough in this context. Anyone that is not convinced I am not going to change their mind regardless of the keyboard masturbation I perform here. So I would rather be content to just dribble on in my own way if you don't mind. Just want to sit here and appreciate my ceiling fan, before someone comes and tries to take it. So I am going to keep writing stuff and putting up unrelated images that you will hopefully find offensive and you just continue to take it RAW and we'll be just find. The world will be just fine. Remember, it's just a ride.
Thank god we have the pastors and the government and the institutions to tell us all what to do and how to behave, how would we ever survive without them.
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