Free at last! Free at last! Thank God Almighty, I am free at Last!
the Horror…the Horror…the Horror…
I was just reading about Martin, hence the title, and I thought about the people I admire.
I’ve never been one for “heroes,” as the idea doesn’t make much sense to me. I never had posters of sports stars hanging on my walls, and I never thought, “Gee, when I grow up I want to be just like________.”
Well, I did want to be Spiderman. (I still want to be Spiderman).
But there are people I deeply admire and respect. Not all of them are famous, but some of them are.
When I finished my project today, (Right at 5:00 when it was due. And I mean right at 5:00 I was pressing the “Submit” button. 23,000 words in 10 days. Ugh. When I worked for that Wingnut Newspaper my Op-Ed pieces were, I think, 500 words. So, in ten days I wrote 46 Op-Ed pieces. Mother Fucker!)
Where was I? Right.
When I finished my project today, the first words that came to mind were, “Free at last! Free at last! Thank God Almighty, I’m Free At Last!” And then I threw up a little in my mouth.
So, I was reading about Martin and I thought, “People like Martin don’t exist anymore.”
It seems as though our society simply doesn’t create the Extraordinary Individuals it once did. We get “heroes” like John Kerry, and George W. Bush. (Shit, I just threw up a little in my mouth again).
Who do kids look up to in Today’s World? Alex Rodriguez and Derek Jeter? Two non-white, wishing they were white, sell-outs who play for the Great Satan? They’re role models?
Would you follow Derek Jeter to the Promised Land? Hell, I’d rather follow Larry Craig into a Men’s Bathroom at the Airport.
We’re too self-absorbed to be like Martin or Malcolm or Gandhi or Crazy Horse these days. Instead we want to “Be Like Mike.” An arrogant asshole who knowingly made Millions off a company that was using Children to make his Red Neck shoes.
It’s sad. I cannot name one American I consider to be an Extraordinary Person (Other than my daughter, but she’s only 3 1/2). Not one fucking person.
Sure, there are some decent people, some so-so people, some “they’re not too bad” people, but no one I’d follow toward impending Doom.
Some people find Dennis Kucinch inspiring, and I think he’s a nice enough fellow, but he comes across like a Pussy. And there’s no way in Hell he’s leading us to the Promised Land.
There’s a big difference between running your mouth in Congress, and putting yourself in a position to take a Cap in the Ass. Dennis ain’t taking no Caps, I assure you.
Now I’m not saying a Person has to get their Cap Peeled Back to be Extraordinary. But they do have to have that kind of Mettle, and Dennis doesn’t have it.
He’s too Fucking Nice, and sometimes he reminds me of a child with his “Let’s Hold Hands and Sing.” I know that plays big time in the Hearts of Some Liberals, but some Liberals don’t understand this isn’t a Knitting Bee.
The reason the people who run Our Country ignore our pleas is not because we haven’t asked nicely enough or because they’re still mulling it over in their tiny Spider Minds, it’s because They Do Not Give A Fuck.
And when I say They Do Not Give A Fuck, I don’t mean it in the Adolescent Sense, “Fine I don’t care anyway. I hate you!”
They Do Not Give A Fuck about you and your Little Feelings or Your Children or Your Cancer or Your Lack of Health Care or Your Declining Wages and Pending Bankruptcy.
They Do Not Give A Fuck if your son was killed in Iraq or that you lost your job 3 years before Retirement so the company could stiff you on your Pension.
They Do Not Give A Fuck if your neighborhood is overrun by violence and drugs or that your Best Friend Committed Suicide.
They Do Not Give A Fuck!
They Do Not Give A Fuck!
Quit thinking they do. Quit thinking that the Good Guys always win because that’s the way “It’s Supposed to Be.”
If they made realistic movies, Rambo would get Bucked Down in the first Ten Minutes.
When Good triumphs over Evil (And these Mother Fuckers are Evil, please understand that) it’s because Good was Willing To Take A Cap In The Ass.
Rambo didn’t want a Cap in his Ass. He wanted to fight a war where he comes out on the other side completely unscathed.
Much like our Kegger and Cheat.
Would I take a Cap in the Ass? I think it’s possible, but we’re not talking about me. I’m a writer. I’m not a Leader. I was made to write. You wouldn’t want to follow me, I promise. As you can tell from My Blog, I’m not exactly a Linear Thinker.
If I was leading the March on Washington, we’d still be Marching, and we’d be in Northern California. And I wouldn’t be able to remember why you were following me or I’d be bored with you following me, and would ask you to kindly Piss Off!
Shit, I forgot the point of all this. Oh, I remember.
America you’re in Trouble. You’re producing Shit. Any Country where a person like Michelle “Moonbats Over Internment Camps” Malkin is considered “Brilliant,” is in serious Fucking Trouble.
When a Headline on AOL reads,
“Owen Wilson Found with bottle of pills and slashed wrists; Possible Suicide Attempt?”
(No, Mother Fuckers, he was trying to turn his forearms into Percocet Dispensers).
We’re in Trouble.
When a “man” like George W. Bush, a “man” with the Intellectual Curiosity of a Soup Ladle, is considered a “Strong and Moral Leader” you know you’re in trouble.
The only thing Bush should ever be “Considered” for is, Parole.
And only then for the sake of Our Amusement.
Look around. What in the Hell is going on in this Zoo? Who has the Keys?
Where are the Martins, the Malcolms, the Gandhis, the Crazy Horses? Where are our Heroes? Where are the Extraordinary Minds that will lead us out of this Darkness?
What happened, and Who’s responsible?