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Another Chip in the Armor
Im just waiting for the whole thing to blow, like tempered glass hit in just the right place.  Leaving a blast radius, trailing blood and carnage like a comets tail in its wake.  The funhouse of mirrors was never meant to last.  At some point you need to exit, other people wanna enjoy the ride too.  I guess it went by too fast.  These politicians are worse than the homeless people beggin me for money outside my work.  Seriously attempting to legitimize their actions, their deeds, their crooked ass profession, their entire existence.  At least I know the homeless dude is gonna go get “smashed”, use drugs in an attempt to make it all go away.    Escapism at its basest form which brings me to my next point.


we could definately use more of that. I’d rather vote for the homeless dude than the guy tryina convince me hes about to pull a rabbit out the hat….


Words of Wisdom

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“It is the duty of every citizen according to his best capacities to give validity to his convictions in political affairs.”

Albert Einstein, ‘Treasury for the Free World,’ 1946
US (German-born) physicist (1879 – 1955)

I just wish I felt that my generation saw it this way.  It seems like most people I know who are political have checked out of the society we live in, hoping for that perennial “revolution” that will never come.  Either that or they just don’t care enough to be incited into action at all.  I liken that to the Puritans or some other ultra strict religious group.  Living their whole life in modesty, depriving themselves of certain pleasures, all in hopes of being rewarded in the afterlife. The only GIVEN that we have is the life were living or not living right this moment.  Sure, all that other stuff may be possible, who knows…. certainly not me.  How can people complain that the system’s broken, or corrupt, their lives and their environment are not to their liking and then do nothing to fix it?  I don’t know about anyone else, but personally, I’m more of a solutions guy.  Even in my relationship, if something comes up which its bound to because neither of us is perfect (she’s pretty damn close though.) I try to attach a positive, or alternative, to it.  How can we make this better, or fix this, not oh well, were just never gonna agree.  It shows the other person that you at least care enough to try making it work.  Otherwise its complaining just for the hell of it, no thought put into making it better,

just “waaaaahhhhh”…..”waaaaaaaahhh” .

My Response to that?


Far From Fearless

Im worried….

Plain and simple, I have been, for quite some time now.  Every day I try to pretend that nothing is going on or that everything is “no big deal”.  The unfortunate part is that there isn’t an ounce of truth in that statement. 

Think about this

Here is an interesting quote from the great author Kurt Vonnegut, which I borrowed from honeyforthehomeless:

“And on the subject of burning books: I want to congratulate librarians, not famous for their physical strength or their powerful political connections or their great wealth, who, all over this country, have staunchly resisted anti-democratic bullies who have tried to remove certain books from their shelves, and have refused to reveal to thought police the names of persons who have checked out those titles. So the America I loved still exists, if not in the White House or the Supreme Court or the Senate or the House of Representatives or the media. The America I love still exists at the front desks of our public libraries.”

Kurt Vonnegut, A Man Without a Country 

Although this may seem random to some, or like not a big deal to others, I take the quote as being extremely illustrative.  It clearly serves as proof that it is the average American, you and I, that serve as the front line against the encroachments of those with power, against  personal liberty.  The government would love nothing more than for us to vote or legislate away every aspect of our personal and private lives fall within its realm of control.  This is only reinforced by EVERY SINGLE administration, D AND R since FDR.  The only people allowing our freedoms to whittle away, our lives run into disarray, is ourselves.  The only problem with this scenario, to me personally, is the fact that I believe a lot more Americans are far more aware and capable than they would lead you to believe.  Changing it would necessitate hard work, and effort, or it might conflict with their favorite program’s schedule…..[sigh]  But its a mystery why nobody is looking out for us?


Shady Business when the CIA is involved. End of point. No exception

Big Surprise! CIA Responsible for Che Guevara’s death

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English: Che Guevara smoking a pipe at his guerrilla base in Caballete de Casas, Cuba (in the Escambray Mountains) during the final months of the Cuban Revolution. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

In what isn’t really a surprise at all, it turns out that the CIA was instrumental in bringing down the Cuban revolutionary figure Che Guevara during his failed attempt to bring revolution to Bolivia.

Yet another figure who had the shine of their life cut much too short by a scared and cowardly government that doesn’t fight to uphold the rhetoric of its words.

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I think It’s High Time We Told Congress To Wake the Eff Up


A Man Amongst Boys: Hunter S. Thompson

Hunter S. Thompson
Hunter S. Thompson (Photo credit: billypalooza)

“We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and—in spite of True Romance magazines—we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way. I do not say lonely—at least, not all the time—but essentially, and finally, alone. This is what makes your self-respect so important, and I don’t see how you can respect yourself if you must look in the hearts and minds of others for your happiness.”

Hunter S. Thompson

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Hunter S. Thompson, Miami Book Fair International, 1988 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Hunter S. Thompson Was And is  a major influence for me.

I have looked up to and respected his unique style for as long as I have known about him.  He serves as an affirmation that you do not need to conform to find success, all you need to do is find your voice (hopefully its a good one).  His ability to party harder and longer than anyone else, and his gradual decent into an underworld of sorts, or the way he would use it to inspire or encourage his writings, always leaving his indelible mark on them as being possible only of someone uniquely individual, and irreverent of authorities such as himself.

Hunter S. Thompson’s “voice” in the writers sense of the word, is impossible to miss in its attention to the most minute and seemingly irrelevant details in his narrative that somehow always finds ways to come full circle; the once irrelevant is suddenly cast into the limelight, star of its own hit Broadway job a position of prominence, star of its own Broadway show (I just hope it’s not CATS, I’m allergic to them). Oh what a voice it is, and oh how groundbreaking he had been jwhen he did it, eschewing the good ol boys club and the press room to be right in the thick of things, regardless of where it took him. It’s easy to tell these stories are n fiction because there is no pause, no thought, no flicker of reluctance when he tells them to us, just the sheer thrill of somebody else taking pleasure in something you felt was amusing that had happened to you.

Yet another thing on which I feel that I can relate with.  It’s a regret of mine that I hadn’t at least been able to write a letter to him, even if it forever remained unanswered; left on the to-do stack before he passed his, Could have sworn  his passing, I think just knowing my pitiful letter sat next to a magnificent stack of manuscripts OR it was on the bottom of a wastebasket with pocket lint, and not even his for that matter, but you’re surely underestimating the value fo Hunter S. Thompson garbage.  it turned out we had a team tag game going and it was really starting to get the security guy’s blood going when I decided that I wanted to get caught this time right here right now, and that’s how I had tea and smoked verb in that fools house!!!

With Hunter gone, it is up ot all of us oddballs with eight-balls, the saints and the saints and the sinners, those oozing with personality, or confident quirkinessss, just for chrissakes not completely silent….we the legion of deceptively packaged and ravenous party animals, some with a seruos cutting habt with serious habit can’t hide forever, cant hide for long….can’t hide for very long, but, especially not for forever; glory lives forever and it lives inside of me I didn’t have my glasses on. much I would feel better by the time I got off work, and then I would basically go right back out without even gong home; for some strange reason, I feel like I’m coming home.

It’s up to Us,  to those who’ve made poor choices, but aren’t bad people, always making the choice for  the experience and what it potentially offers those who partake in it, making me feel much me mentally stimulated and creative; trying whichever thing comes in front of you, not picky, nothings of limits;

To those who like myself have taken the Hunter S. Thompson approach to living heir life, and creating their memories as I have earlier on, and to some degree, minus the drugs; where there si no finer badge for you to wear than looking like you’ve been rode hard and put away wet; by life.  Thats a ttrrip you just get off of afterwards and all you can say is rock on brother, rock on!!!

lf only I had time come to know him, or have randomly met hm somewhere or another, I can guarantee we instantly would be hitting it off, or that I’d had time to write him at least one measly letter, and not even asking for the meaning of life or anything like that man, I know you do, I know who you are, and I’m fine with that man,  I just wanna go out and have fun and to be one of those people that’s interesting to be around, has funny stories and is uniquely odd could have become his pen pal, even if just for one letter befor ehe had died.

I would just want to know that he had read this to more fully become familiar with him, his works and what I feel would be an instant bond and hitting it off, or maybe could have asked him some advice, but I’d probably ask him the most broing question out of all the others I could ask him; why do you write….  or maybe I could have  at least wrote to him, picked his brain have something walking around stuck to my hand, could you imagine it, or the looks that we’d get? I’ve got it bad enough as it is already.

have sen what I could have learned from him about the best method of presentation, that  I will be able to write it with a fraction as much voice or poise as my idol showed, but alas I suppose I have plenty of time to practice.  There’s only one thing of which I’m for certain, this world is now suddenly a much poorer place  just know this world is a much poorer world without either his voice or the radio anything but this depressing ass shit.

R.I.P. Hunter S. Thompson,

Welcome To My House Of Mirrors

Im a Lover Not A Fighter

Depressing Yet Expected

Cartoon of the journalist and writer Hunter S....
Cartoon of the journalist and writer Hunter S. Thompson, based on his classic look. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)


Just a regular guy searching for the meaning of it all.

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