I would put this behind a cut, or whatever, but I want it out, up your damn noses, and if you don't like it, then realize for a moment that there are things of yours that might bug me a bit as well, and do whatever it is you need to do to get you through the night.So What the fuck are any of us going to do about it? Huh?
All this, and all that, and no one with a better way in mind, that doesn't sound to me like so much horseshit. All this shit directed at Bush. All this shit directed at anyone in general who was for anything that even remotely seemed for a minute like it might have been postive action. thes guys lied, those guys lied, you still haven't done this or that, but what about Israel.NOISE, YOU GAGGLE OF GOOFY MOTHERFUCKERS.
What have you done to right the wrongs of this world? Stopped a beating? Smiled at an Arab? Beat down the oppressive Republicans for thinking about methods to protect us? What have I done?
Not a MOTHERFUCKING THING, that's what. Except talk.
Great. You've got two cents. Since you can't even buy a pice of goddamn candy, you best find a fountain, and make a fuckin' wish--for all the good it does anyone. All this fucking noise. Thank God Above that I only subscribe to a small number of liberal armchair philosophers. I don't think I could stand a proper deluge of this shit, the trickles are bad enough to gall me to death, nearly, to produce this vitriol. I am so fucking angry.
You didn't vote for Bush. This makes you better, somehow, more right, a more humane person, just for clicking a certain box on a ballot?
No one could have foreseen this sort of anniversary, at least, none of us here. I hear noise that says that this was all planned, just to open the doors wide for war. Couple k on the altar of greed.
tapped that much of my enotions for certain. When I saw that shit on TV, I couldn't believe it, I was standing right here, and it was so surreal, to see this part of Manhattan that I'd seen in so many movies, hoped to stand on myself one day, belching burnt souls into the sky. I felt trapped, that I couldn't just hit my tires on the track north, shovel in hand, to clear up the mess. I couldn't think of a way that I could help, without just putting myself inthe way, and my family in humger's path. So I had to stay, and sit, and I've tried so hard, this poor little hick, to try and think of something that could help, that could fix it all, or at least make a step in the right direction. I got no money, I got no great mind, all I've got is will and two hundred and fifty pounds of pure fucking meanness, that I want to put to task.
I can't take all this highbrow shit, where everybody who hasn't shown me that they've done a fucking thing to make any part of this situation any better, sits around and fucking gabs about how they are somhow better or above all this, because they can recognize that it's wrong, or some shit. Show me a way that's better, and practical, that won't fuck all of us in the bargain, as we the people are a goodly chunk of this world's economy. Show me a way to unlock the cashboxes of the bent-dicked Scrooges of this world, and I'll put them on their cold marble floors. Otherwise, save this horseshit for someone who loves you when you say it, whose pussy moistens, whose cock swells at the thought that you could make it all better somehow by simply "not voting" for someone. i just want everyone that reads me to know, that, until you can show me the way, I'll be scrolling past. Fuck, man, email that shit to me.
I haven't done shit myself, you know. I get my ass criscoed by kids in other countries, just becasue they think that somehow I the poor downtrod can somehow march on Capitol fucking Hill and do that shit from Braveheart; lift my kilt and flap my balls at the White House lawn, and all of a sudden all those pencil-packing president's whores will drop everything and heed my words. I'll stand on the fucking lawn, man, but I won't do it alone. And when I do march on the fucking lawn, I won't leave till I'm dead or I'm sure it's on the way to getting better.
Am I just begging for something to believe in? Probably. Am I just adding to the noise? For fucking sure. Do I give a shit about the Palestinians? I'm not quite sure. I think that a good deal of change comes from within. I can't make the Saudi boy love my president, no matter who that president is. I can't make the lattes love marching on to war, because they don't believe that anything is worth dying for.
Am I going to do something? shit. Most likely not. Why? Because it takes too much effort for me to live my own fucking life. I am too full of noise. So I'm joining the Army, if they'll have me. Why? Free ride, if I can handle the horseshit. Do a three year stint, stay on as reserves, and no matter what I'll always have a job. Go in for technical training, and even if I quit, I'll have preference inthe job markets, and some fucking money-making skills. Maybe I go into another country, and some three year old whose dad thinks I'm the fleshy vessel of Satan himself hands me a live egg.
Maybe I stay here and some black punk points a gun at me, instead of just his middle finger, just becasue I didn't move fast enough at the intersection, and had the gall to look at him like he was a dick for laying on his horn. Maybe my toilet backs up and I eat one too many E Coli.
We all buy the farm. I just wanna get some fucking plowing down before my shit is gone, so that I can say, hey, i was here, I fucking did this much.
You wana talk about this and that?
Your fucking talking ever gets somewhere, you give me a call. If you can show me the way, I'll fucking carry your ass there. Till then, the best I have for you is: