Well, it’s hotter than hell around this part of the southwest right now. The heat sets in a little bit everyday, bit by bit, slowly scorching my chilled reservations towards this damned state (Arizona). I can’t remember why I awoke in a manic, cold sweat a little while ago… Maybe it was the heat. Maybe it was some godforsaken wartime flashback or those awful nightmares I’m sometimes plagued by. No. It must’ve been America. Yes. I’m quite sure. I’m worried for the world, our world, our conservative world. Our blanketed freedom. Protesters picketing against the Patriot Act. Wire taps and mini-cameras wired into our eye sockets and ear canals. Living and breathing dead folk. I’d like to think that’s still just science fiction, but Verichip has certainly cornered the market. 666. Ye fallen angels. Flock to the damned, you wayward sheep.
Anyways. Away from that revelatory mess, let’s discuss last night. Wandering aimlessly through my house around midnight, hankering for some good ol’ stimulus (not the checks, not yet, we’ll get to that in good time my sweet little paupers) when I turned on that idiot box of a television and saw Arizona Sen. John McCain sitting there all swollen and aged on the Daily Show. Why god damn are the front runners for our primary elections, our soon to be leaders of the American country on a politically inane comedy show? What’s next MTV? Oh shit. Happened. Fuck, we are so far from gone when good publicity is air time on Comedy Central or E. Is that how they win the youth votes? Sweet Mary, this is decadent. Stupid, trashy, listless, brainless, spineless, gutless.
I thought that bastard was a POW? What the fuck is he doing cracking jokes with the likes of proprietal sloths? God, get some courage and stay out of that lime light, America needs war – not Hollywood.
Oh, and no heinous loss of accountability goes un-noticed… Barack Obama, the spineless twig, was on the same show several weeks prior. Claiming nothing of course and standing for even less than nothing besides renouncing liberal clergyman. BAH! Stand up for something, miserable coward.
Now to the heart of the beast. Pulsing black blood.
One Hundred and sixty-eight billion dollars.
What does that mean to you? That number, far sided and dim lit, it looms over us. Waiting to arrive in the mail to be cashed. Debasing Economy? Sure. Gee, wouldn’t that be a swell thing for our already diminshed treasury. All of these dollars we recieve, and in turn spend, become fiat currency. We are putting ourselves into such a dismally depressing hole that in six months time we will be flat on our face, third world style with birth defects and skinny children. Swatting flies away with our bulgy fists and empty stomachs. By then, our eyes will still not have opened and we will all have possibly degenerated to the level of some unorthodox children of some lesser state of being. It’s too late now.
This rolling stone, although never moving upward and always losing steam, has began to see its destination. Recession. Depression. Drought. Plague. Famine. War shelter. Sqaudrons of…. Damn it. No. I refuse to give into that biblical propaganda. Rebirth? Renewal? I can only hope.
For now, anyways, I bide my time with the many vices life has to offer, penning away nearly every day minding my own business. It doesn’t matter any more. Some genius once said something along the lines of ‘Live free or Die’. Who can argue when that becomes the ecclesial, national ultimatum? The lines skewered so strangely that freedom becomes acute dominance of free will and well being.
See you in the yard.
