Drunk and Staggering
Well heres to American politics. May they all rot in a lower pit of hell. Summer is nearly upon us and I need to test out my newly refurbished canoe.
Can't they both suck? No seriously. Can't both politicians. Bush, and Kerry, both equally suck for this country? I'm of the opinion Kerry is better only because the incumbent can't be "re-elected" so it's no holds barred after that. But I fail to understand how come the right and far right can't fathom Kerry is owned lock stock and barrel by Georgies handlers too. Well whatever. They shouldn't have screwed with my beer consumption. Leave us alone to work, eat, drink, screw, drink our selves silly, and smoke as much as we want and America will go on believing whatever it is your feeding them through your corporate owned broadcasting systems.
Being a dictator wouldn't be that hard at all and the current batch of assholes even screw that up. Look folks, they can't even take away our rights properly, they tip us off, and piss us off right before the event so we'll be watching. Whoops. I forgot they gave away alot of money first. They didn't care about what us poor idiots knew. It's what the rich fucks might know or do. Hmmm, rethink angle on why they care what the rich think.
Where to go what to do? Of late I have been returning to my stay drunk enough the voices don't bother you philosophy. But hey, I could be all worked up over politics, the end of the world, or what the left/right is doing these days. Yet I am less interested in that and more interested in what makes me feel better. Sure sin is fine and dandy and does feel ever soo good, but I am talking beyond that. I need to find what my soul path is. Where my destiny lies. Which head I'm supposed to bash in for which religion. Yeah thats the ticket. I'll become a fanatic. I'll preach to people who don't want to hear. I'll bring a message of follow or die in the hell fires of eternity, and I'll belittle everyone elses faults. I'm thinking this may be a bit of a catch what with my own feelings of being a sexually depraved pervert, but self flaggelation may make a comeback, and who could argue if I became the "King" of whips. Yup. Thats me. I sell whips to beat the sins right out of you. Or maybe we need to leech it. Or bleed it. Oh heck. We all know by now we need virgin sacrifices, and America is going down the drain because we can't find any virgins of a decent age anymore.
Did I mention I am a pervert? No one has told me I am but trust me I am. I envision sex constantly. No really. While I eat I imagine sex. While I sleep I dream about sex. When I'm at work, yup, you guessed it, I think about sex. Heck when I am having sex I am thinking about more sex. I am addicted. I need help. I would go to meetings, but am afraid it would just lead me to finding more people like me interested in sex, and a whole room full of people interested in sex can't lead anywhere good. Oh by the way, actually alot of people have told me I am a pervert. Girlfriends, strangers, my wife. I would guess they could be right, but hey, who's to say what is a normal sexual appetite and what isn't. Can I help it if my imagination is larger than my life?
As you may have noticed if you've been reading for awhile I have returned to my old style of writing. The drunken style. Kinda of like kung fu, I am perfecting the drunken monkey style of writing lost to us with the death of many great writers before me. Come to think of it alot of them died broke, and didn't become famous until after they were dead. Hmmmmmmm, Should I write like "alot", and then off myself? The road to fame straight through suicide. Sick thoughts for sick minds, kinda nasty, kinda sublime.
Did I mention I was drunk and care less what you think? No? Okay, I am drunk and don't give two shits what the fuck you think about me, my words, my profanity, my drinking, my sexual escapades, my desire to live on a beach, smoking pot, and banging on a drum all day, ect. So to surmise.
GET BENT
