Chapter 14

Working on an essay soon about Thompson and his contribution in the fight against the rich white man's oppression of everything not rich and not white and not rich AND white. Keep you posted on how that goes. Maybe post a little of it in here if I feel like it. Mahalo.

Chapter 13? Whatever comes After Vodka...

Nastiness on the newswire. Something about a shooting in Finland, some crazy shit with a superiority complex to rival Hitler's own, by the sounds of it. Last I'd heard, there were 7 dead, but that was this morning. Hopefully they've put the mad bastard down by now, before he harmed any other innocents.

This is not the kind of crazy shit that I look forward to posting. Thoughts and prayers for the fallen and their loved ones.

Chapter Vodka

I'm naming this chapter vodka because there has been more of that particular substance today than most anything else of really any nature whatsoever. Needless to say I feel quite well right now.

Fucking hockey game was supposed to be on, goddamnit...! Fucking TV... Well, whatever, I don't care since it's all shit anyway! I can just listen to the games for free! Fuck you, Gary Bettman, you crack-whore!

I need more drink.

Even Bastards Deserve Respect: Don't Lie to Me!

If anyone has paid attention to the recent news headlines, they may be unsurprised to hear me mention the recent execution of former Iraqi dictator Saddam Hussein. This man was tyrannical, ending human life in a number of ways, between shooting them with a rifle and lighting firecracker cigars in their mouths while tied to a floating chair in Saddam's private pool. The man killed, there is no question of that. The United States government handed Hussein over to the Iraqi governament, who ruled in favor of Hussein's execution by hanging.

So far, so good: nothing out of the ordinary. A man slaughters throngs of people, perhaps capital punishment is the solution, I did not make that call and I respect the authority of the ones who did. I am a respectable person, myself, in that regard. Yes, a fine, upstanding citizen of my nation, who deserves treatment equal to that which he would give his fellow countryman. Anyway, this execution was recently carried out, and CNN was there with bated breath, waiting to get their hands on the video footage from Al-Jazeera Television. The video footage ran until the noose was cinched around the tyrant's neck, then stopped, followed by correspondants jumping in with comments of, "Yes, it was very well organized, it was a very respectful and honorable execution."

Still nothing strange, don't want the kiddies to see a dead bastard swinging from the rafters. But wait...why was there no sound in the video clip?

Skepticism crawled through me as the news anchors talked over the video, while no sound from the footage could be heard at all. It was muted completely.

What the fuck? It's not like many people watching could understand what the fuck is being said in the first place, why not air the audio...?

It wasn't for a few days that it hit me, as I read a new article about a leaked cellphone video that recorded the entire execution WITH audio. Torment and taunting, laughter and jeering.

Ho ho, you fucking whores. DO NOT LIE TO ME, CNN!!!

The truth is out, and you've been caught, you swine! You'll not glue my eyes shut with your lies and sodomize me again, you satan-fuckers!! Do we not deserve to be told the truth by those who have sworn the highest oaths to portray just that, the objective truth? I refuse to be lied to, and so should you. Don't let Wolf and Billy T-bag you any longer.

The truth can be found, but not in the national news. Try Youtube.com, a public forum, where censorship is not quite so bad, and the truth filters in quite a bit easier. I would suggest starting with a fellow named warren25smash, wonderful fellow who is intelligent and passionate in his beliefs, and refuses to take shit from lying scum.

Demand the truth and know that real truth requires some work to find.

Chapter 12

Just a small thing today. I went a little out there with an exposition I was required to write for a course, and I thought I'd share it with you all. Enjoy.

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Two men in different places sit behind their desks, both cool, calm, composed. One says what he means. The other deceives with words. Both think of destruction and chaos and death. One talks of devotion and construction and democracy. The world was better when the bush was brightly burning. Now, the bush of today is setting the world ablaze in the flames of war. This bush, much unlike the better-known one, certainly is nothing to be deified. The words that come from this bush’s mouth are not milk and honey, but poison and venom, corruption hiding behind the mask of patriotism and religious belief. At least, in the first case, you can see the danger like it was written on the walls. The real danger is hidden behind a smarmy laugh and comforting references to a God that would never condone that which is the truth, which is kept secret from the eyes and ears of all. At least, in the first case, the murderer is what he is; But the greatest trick the devil ever pulled was to convince the world that he didn’t exist.

Chapter 11

Alright, time to get back on track...the railroad of society has held me back long enough, and I'll be fucked if I'm not writing something at least mildly bitchy and moderately informative.

I should point out that I received a response email from the pepsi Company about my opinion of their contest. They asked me very nicely if I would send them the PIN numbers that I had tried that did not work. I thought this a kind gesture, as I did not expect to be responded to at all. I gladly sent them seven PINs, four of which I knew did not work, to have them verify. I did not realize that I had put too much hope in the bastards when they replied, because I sent those PINs weeks ago now, and haven't heard of word of reply since.

In other fucking bullshit news, apparently Coca-Cola's contest is -not- hacked all to hell, and actually works...I may be changing my taste in colas very soon.

I am sitting in a large complex, spliced down the middle, known on one side as a Community Access Centre, the other side, a Tourist Information Centre. I am typing away on a computer that costs $5 to use for 30 minutes, unless one decides to buy a day-pass for $10. It is fucking amazing to see people walk in and complain about having to pay a small fee to keep in touch with family and loved ones, as if doing so is not worth their hard-earned, or, in some instances, not-so-hard-earned, money. These lazy swine can pay $3 for a fucking ice-cream cone, but communication to relatives or significant others thousands of miles away is not worth two more fucking dollars.

Shows where people hold their priorities, I suppose...

But I shouldn't judge. I am only myself, I am not someone else, and therefore, because of this, I cannot fully comprehend, nor even begin to do so, the reasoning behind the choices that other people make...yet I just stood up to greet a couple who entered our side of the building, eyes full of hope and anticipation. I informed them of the rates for computer use, and, while the man seemed unphased, the woman's eyes quickly lost that glimmer of excitement about communication with the outside world. "Five dollars...?" She whispered to her partner, which was really unnecessary, since it is very likely that, since I heard her words clearly, then so did my manager and the other customer already sitting at a computer willing to pay the price for being away from those she loves so that she might keep in touch with them.

Is it strange that I'm reading the fucking Divine Comedy while this bullshit is unfolding right before my very eyes? Somehow I think not...

As I was speaking of choices, I am finding myself more and more generally pissed off at those around me, because in their ignorance of all there is in this world, I see myself slowly slipping into their apathetic bent. I have seen and walked the grounds of countries from which our entire civilization was formed. I have stood, and quoted lines, on the stage of the greatest stage theatre in the world. I have studied and read texts within the most prestigious library in the world for courses taken at the most famous university in the world...and yet, right now...I find myself unable to find motivation, at times, to even read a book that I -want- to read. I have the desire to read it...I just cannot seem to find the motivation to do so.

This troubles and scares me greatly.

One might think I have been the same way with this site, having barely written since the school year ended. It isn't the fact that I have not been motivated...simply that I have been uninspired. For a long time, I could not get inspired with anything worthy enough to put down in this blog.

Ganja gumballs...? Wow...someone should've thought of that shit earlier...too bad they were too stupid to not blab it in public.

Anyway, where was I? Oh. Inspiration. I finally came to an epiphany of sorts in which I realized that I did not need inspiration for my writing of this...column, if you will, but that the lack of inspiration was an actual source of inspiration in itself.

Global warming isn't a problem, you say? I see that I've travelled back in time twenty or thirty years, to when it really WASN'T a problem. Open your fucking eyes, you pigs, and take a look at California! 123 deaths due to tempuratures unwilling to drop below 100 degrees for two straight weeks! How fucking often do you see that, you fools!? Of course my bitching won't stop the elitist fat-fuck companies from continuing to pour smog and gaseous shit into the atmosphere, further destroying the only safeguard we have against the fatal rays of the sun. They'll simply colonize the nearby planets with all their money and destroy those worlds, leaving us here in their squallor.

Chapter whatever, fuck off, I'm tired.

I fucking hate this thing...I just wrote a huge rant on how pissed I am at Pepsi...and because computers are all fucking pieces of shit, it's now gone...so read this and shut up, I need sleep. This is my response to Pepsi about their shitty contest, and how it doesn't fucking work.

I hate to be the one to rain excrement on your little carnival, but I think there's little problem with your 'contest'.
I've signed up and purchased four (4) 591ml bottles with PIN codes under the labels, and I can assure you that your dandy little site here hasn't accepted a single one. Am I to assume that this means that someone has already entered it? If this is the case, then you're entire contest has been compromised. I notice that all the PIN numbers on these four bottle are strikingly similar. If some bloody moron can crack four of the codes, just how many do you think he's gotten already? I thought a corporation as high and mighty as Pepsi would have enough money and hired brain-power to come up with some sort of high-powered, cybernetic security system to wipe out the hard-drives of little shits who try, and succeed, at cheating the system. If not, try sticking those damned tabs inside the bottle caps again. At least then I won't be screwed out of something I paid for...