The Fooze: S2E10 2/10/2023 RIP Burt Bacharach

Unfortunately the world has lost a fancy-fingered gem of a musician, the great Burt Bacharach. Yes, at the young age of 94, sadly he has pushed his final piano key. The first of three, maybe, as these things happen in “threes,” as the proverbial they say, so who might be next? Fun game to play with friends, when a “person of note” dies, you try & guess who the next two in line will be. Kind of morbid, sure, but it’s just a part of life, is it not? Hmmm, I smell a quote in there somewhere…something kind of oxymoronic perhaps? Life is death, death is life, Finkel is Einhorn, doot-doodoot-doodoot…what can I do with that? Let’s see, how about, “Embrace death as you embrace life, as every ending is a new beginning,” …something along those lines, but not that exact quote. It’s…”incomplete,” you might say, so I’ll ponder it as I write, & maybe give you a solid quote at the end of this Friday Foozer. Or maybe I’ll just let Burt quote me out on this one, we’ll see at the end. Fridays to Fridays, like nights to days nowadays, the progression of the flushing toilet of 4d time progresses ever faster it seems.

It was 1972 now over FIFTY years ago, wow, it’s just incredible, this whole 4d time thing, the Great Time Spiral, pulling 3d “forward,” forward into the future, so surreal, isn’t it? Check out this link before I continue on about times past. This is a TV special from 1972, featuring the late Burt Bacharach. Notice how amazingly different it was back then, where do I begin? Well, technically, after this video below, that’s where I’ll “begin,” but I meant figuratively, where does one begin when they try to illustrate the stark differences between 1972 & 2023? Like 2 totally different worlds, but nope. Same world I think, but maybe we jumped timelines into Clownworld, I don’t know, but my oh my, how times change, as this collective macroorganism evolves/devolves into…into…drats, I wish I knew, as it’s metamorphosis is ongoing in real-time, the chrysalis clown in its clown-car cocoon, can you hear the cacophony of nose-horns? Honk honk honk…honk…

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Well how about that? A televised show showing people who can show you their respectively individual ACTUAL talent, as opposed to the grossly talentless manufactured productions they broadcast “for the kids” nowadays. Have you seen the new Disney cartoon? If not, get out from under your rock & catch-up, ya uninformed tomato. Ready for another gem? Let’s see what Matt Walsh has to say, with a preview of this ridiculous animated cartoon FOR KIDS. As an animator, & someone who can reason out the MILLIONS of dollars that were invested in hiring animators, script writers, producers, directors, voice actors, on & on & on, all for this bullshit below, it makes me sick. This is being broadcast to KIDS, keep that in mind as you watch, & think about the cartoons you used to watch. Still remember the catch phrases don’t you? Keep that in mind as well. Ok, here we go…

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“SLAVES BUILT THIS COUNTRY!!” …repeated over & over, & kids being the sponges they are, are soaking all this up & integrating it into their developing brains. It’s so utterly sickening, so dark, so sinister, gah, & they just keep pushing. Apparently, they’re getting a lot of backlash for this racist production, but if it’s racism against whites, nope, shhhh…move along, & despite the widespread online criticism, it won’t change a thing, & Disney is going to keep doing this. It’s not he first time they’ve injected their “woke garbage into children’s programming, so why would it be the last? RAH RAH RAH…RABBLE RABBLE RABBLE…sure, there’s going to be the “backlash,” but they don’t care. Do you understand? THEY DO NOT CARE. #WhiteManBad is the hashtag buzz-phrase that people of color who buy into this ridiculousness live by. Whatever the issue, #WhiteManBad, but I have facts, fuck you #WhiteManBad. The “white man is bad,” so “oppressive,” …derp. Apparently, now it is to the point that kids can be openly indoctrinated via publicly televised children’s programming with these horrible themes, CRT ideologies such as, “SLAVES BUILT THIS COUNTRY!!” …get the fuck outta here with this already. My ancestors weren’t even here, but I’m white, so what happens now? Fucking morons, round & round with the REEEEEE-cisms, until they get paid, which is really all they want, money. How sad, all the “civil rights” strife, all just about money, & power of course. Ask BLM.

Anyway, so that grossly inappropriate catchphrase, “SLAVES BUILT THIS COUNTRY!!”…yeah, that’s going to be stuck with these unfortunate kids forever now…FOREVER. Hell, it’s even stuck in my head now, & I’m in my 40s, so imagine the kids, these innocent CHILDREN, being programmed by viciously malevolent adults, to grow up thinking this country was in fact, “built by slaves.” First of all, it wasn’t, as Matt Walsh states right from the get-go, & second, WHAT THE FUCK are you “woke” dunces at Disney thinking with this OBVIOUS agenda? Seriously, WE ALL KNOW, we all know you’re degenerate racist pedos, & you should all be hung by the neck until DEAD, DEAD, DEAD. This “agenda’ is so sinister, ugh, THESE ARE KIDS FOR FUCK’S SAKE. I don’t even have any kids, & I this infuriates me, so I can only imagine how parents feel. Well, at least the parents who are aware, & I know there’s many a parent out there who is NOT aware, NOT informed, & so they just stick their fatherless kids in front of the television all day to be programmed, programmed by the “woke agenda.” No one ever mentions the parents incidentally, usually no father-figure, so they always go after Disney, or whoever else they can blame OTHER THAN the parent/s. Then you can argue that the breakdown of the nuclear family plays into this future catastrophe as well, but I won’t digress into that topic, as I’ve already segued off from the title up there, the RIP to old Burt. Maybe that’s all, all “the world needs now…is love, sweet love. That’s the only thing, that there’s just too little of.”

Well, we will miss you Burt, but you made it to 94 ya crooner, & what a life, so many songs, in so many heads, after riding in so many elevators, which is the only place you might hear a Burt Bacharach ditty. I jest, I jest, he was great, very talented, as are many Jews from that era who hail from Queens. It’s an interesting phenomenon, all these famous Jews from Queens from the 1920s to the 1960s, there was a Renaissance of sorts, maybe it had something to do with World War 2, I don’t know, & NO, NO NO NO NO NO it’s NOT anti-Semitic to ask questions like this…sheesh. “Why are so many talented people from Queens in the golden age of media Jewish?” How the fuck is that anti-Semitic? It’s simple curiosity, & many of them are very talented, & I respect their respective talents, I just find it odd that there are so many from that specific area that go on to find fame & fortune. That’s all, don’t throw me to the “you’re a Nazi” wolves over it. The proverbial eggshells are all broken, so I’m just gonna walk like I always do, one foot in front of the other, & if it bothers any of you, this pseudo-bigotry you delude yourselves into believing is real, then maybe kick rocks…& go on a long uphill hike, up a mountain, the highest mountain, to the highest peak, look up at the beautiful blue sky, & the fluffy white clouds, close your eyes, then jump you lemmings. How bout them apples?

Free speech is FREE speech, period..& “hate speech,” is just a liberal myth, part of the socially-engineered indoctrination agenda, like most of the buzzwords they regurgitate as they puke their word vomit all over the place. SO OVER IT. Anyway enough of the ranting, as that’s gonna do it for today’s daily Foozer. Until next time, I’ll leave a video of one of Burt’s greatest hits below. No FisH™quote today, I’ll let Burt fill in the gaps on this one. So pour a glass, light a smoke, eat a pancake, & enjoy the music of the late Burt Bacharach below. Rip sir. Travel well to your next destination. Hey, that’s not bad, I’ll do quote, AND Burt below, how about that, dear readers? Sound good?(pin intended) …& I’m out. So sayeth FisH™🎏

For all of you, & for none of you at all.

“Travel well to your next destination.” ~Fish F Fish🎣

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Doh-Ray-ME ME ME ME ME

Geezus tap-dancing Buddha how many places must I submit my resumé to before I get paid to do this? Maybe I just suck as a writer, perhaps I’m a failure at the art of wordsmithery? I don’t know, but since it’s not limited to writing jobs, & I am legally & medically badged to sell cannabis, I’m throwing out applications back into the industry. STILL not getting hired, & I am a decent grower, with a lot of experience, surely with ENOUGH experience to hop on in there & get sticky. No calls though. Doesn’t matter, who cares? I’m over-embracing this “who cares” vibe perhaps? Also, I don’t really want to go back to that industry to be honest. It’s a go-nowhere job, & ONLY the owners of the grows and/or dispos make real loot. Once you get to the top of the mountain, whether it be the head budtender or the head grower, you’re doing about as well financially as a manager at McDonalds is. Yep, not as glamorous as many people assume it might be. “But you get to smoke weed all day bro,” yeah so what ya dunce? You can do that anywhere if you want to, duh. I’m too old for it these days too, as it’s all mostly millennial, & I’m now the “old guy,” gah, these are NOT options I want to deal with anymore. Fuckin hell, THIS is what I want to do, THIS, writing articles, illustrated with MY own GIF animations, all ME, ME ME ME, how bout them apples? Why can’t one pursue their only plausible talent, rather than settling & selling your soul to be a paycheck-scrapper? Is that…narcissistic of me? Be sure to read to the end, there might be a bonus at the winner’s circle…

This is about ME, right?…because I’m a narcissist maybe? Ugh, I don’t know, I know I try NOT to be one, but from one’s own view, it IS your Universe, is it not? Isn’t everyone “self-centered?”…as in you “center your self,” because you ARE the center of YOUR Universe, see what I mean? Is it the language I’m not getting? It seems to be right, right? Self…centered…YOU, yourself, is the center of everything, because you ARE the center of everything, from YOUR perspective, correct? What am I missing here? Let’s look up the textbook definition of narcissism together shall we? Or you can just click the word back there, or you can be extra-lazy & just look below. Fuck it, time to really open up the frequency & see what comes through this channel; we’re going deep diving, into the murky depths, where the abyss lurks, only to look back at you…

The reason I’m attempting to illustrate these notions, is because it seems like people are throwing this particular word, & other similar words around…”as needed,” so to speak, as if they’re aggressive buzz-words, for use as ammo in verbal warfare, “oh I’m gonna outsmart you, then no I’m gonna outsmart you, look at my words I’m hurling at you, in cleverly ordered manner to throw off your counter-attack,” does this make sense to any of you? Another one is “gaslighting,” voted the “number one word of 2022,” I think. Derp, & it’s not that I dislike these words, it’s just as an evolving disciple of the English language, it’s almost downright revolting the way said language is now used these days. It’s like a shoot-off of the overall Orwellian cultural metamorphosis we’re all existing through right now. Just another fractal, as the macroorganism Planck-lengths its way to some new zeitgeist, & where will this language & these behaviors & these mass psychoses take us, what sort of future awaits in this mental asylum world?

Hmmm, “does NOT support that notion,” it says? Weird, because everyone calls everyone a narcissist. Try & stick up for yourself…”NARCISSIST!” …, I guess even when using one’s own self as a reference point, you get that now-infamous N-word. No, THE “N-word,” not nigger, no, not that even-more-infamous “N-word,” I’m talking about the word, “narcissism.” ME ME ME ME ME, now up above there, that was just the textbook definition, which really doesn’t count for much, other than what it implies, “defining a word,” but it doesn’t explain the word, so let’s look at a more in-depth description of this mental affliction.

Click the Link to read more about…>>> Narcissism Symptoms & Causes ..let’s go though these, becasue this is all about ME, ME ME ME ME ME right now, right? See what I’m doing? Either narcissistic or a douchebag, but most likely both. Duh. Without comedy, even if it’s B-list lame-ass jokes, it’s better than tragedy, yes? Let’s go through this list below:

1. Interesting, tough one too. Admiration, well no one really reads these and/or knows and/or cares if I exist, so there’s no one to really “admire” any of this crap, & obviously that notion alone implies a lack of any inclinations of “self-importance” I might have. I know I am a talentless fraud wasted TV baby from the asshole end of Generation X. All m friends are dead, & I don’t even know why I’m here, but I am aware of a part of me that WANTS number one to be meaningful, but it isn’t, nothing is.
2. Again, I’m guilty of being aware of having the kinds of inclinations, so what do you do when your self-aware of narcissistic tendencies, & actively try to fix them, but you fail yourself, over & over, & no one cares? That’s my fault though, I deserve NOTHING, only I wish I could be treated kindly because I try to be that way toward others. Isn’t that the rule, treat others as you want to be treated? Do I treat people poorly? I don’t know, I know I don’t want to, who would want that? I hope I don’t, but I don’t know. I have, for sure, & I cannot do anything to change it. I don’t know. I’m white, so I don’t know much anymore, & concepts of “privilege” & special treatment” are kind of blurry these days.
3. Numero tres, yes, I suppose I’m guilty of these thoughts, but where do thoughts come from? I don’t know, I told you I don’t know anything, I’m a fucking proverbial used-car salesman, the charlatan, isn’t that what they call bullshit narcissists? Charlatans? This is crap, my digital art is crap, if it was any good, people would visit my sites, but no one does, because I’m not any good, nor have I done anything worth a fuck in my whole sordid life. I’m only doing this, because THIS, is all I know how to do, so again, YES, I have thoughts that I have done amazingly unique art, & I’m a talented digital artist, & the best writer ever, & blah blah blah, all just delusional monkey-mind gibberish. Truth is, I only came back to this because I realized I sucked at everything else, & had nothing else, unless I want to go deliver pizzas like a fucking kid, the same punk kid I was 30 years ago. Pathetic.
4. Yep, guilty, & guilty again, & I kind of covered this in answer number three, so what else could I add here? It’s bizarre, because I’m well-aware no one is there, but I make my little shoutout vids & similarly stupid shit anyway. I KNOW NO ONE CARES, I know my “achievements” are nil, & if I have any “talent,” this drivel is it. It’s as big as this answer to question number four. Not to mention I’ve been digitally exiled from the virtual town square for trying to participate with everyone else. I guess I don’t do well in filtered settings, so it’s been just me, with literally no one, & Im not cognizant enough anymore of anything to care about likes & shares. None of it matters.
5. Yep, all the above, in a world onto myself, like a humid cave full of fresh bat guano, rife with the stench of shit. “Success,” derp, yeah right, successfully ruining everyone’s lives around me as well as my own, but I believe I should have the riches, as if that makes sense. Got it you fuckin idiot. “Power,” well you need strength of character to hold power, doesn’t matter if you’re “good” or “bad,” if you have strength of character, you can hold real power, not the pretend pseudo-power that only exists in my own self-delusions. “Brilliance,” hmmm, I don’t even know, does that mean you figuratively “shine?” …like someone who “lights up a room,” as they say? Or is it referring to intelligence?…as in, “I know I’m smarter than everyone else,” well, of course I am you moronic automatons. You’re all fucking idiots. I don’t really believe that, but part of my mind has notions like that, all the time, & I can’t explain how they got there, so what am I to do? “Beauty,” well I am certainly aware of vanity, & it sucks I can’t appreciate beauty without vanity. I don’t know why, I don’t know why any of this is the way it is. ME ME ME ME ME, yeah I fucking know, I’m the one stuck in this meat suit. Finally, the last one, the futile quest for the “perfect mate.” I actually might have beat this one, albeit the long, hard way. You have better luck finding a magic toad in a pot of gold being carried by a Bigfoot riding a Unicorn that farts glitter, than finding the “perfect mate.” Yes, I DID have that idealization, for a long time, & that one I already beat, because it beat me.
6. Yep, & yep, & because of this, I’ve somewhat subconsciously self-isolated away from everyone & everything, minus my alleged “equals” that only exist in other places not in my own locality…i.e. digital “friends.” They aren’t really my friends, I don’t have any real friends, I don’t know how to have friends, keep friends, I know how to make friends, but that never lasts, not even my virtual pseudo-friends on the Interwebs.
7. Yep, exceptionally critical, to the point that I hate them, you dumb fucking dummy dumdums down the drain diving in dumpsters. Fuck you all, you fuckin losers. Again, NOT me, but those thoughts come through, whatever this channel is I tune into, THIS is what comes through. It’s incredibly exhausting keeping up with the filtration system. It’s thoughts, MY thoughts, but “mine” only as far as they come through me, but I don’t know where thoughts arise from. Am I “generating” them myself, birthing these ideas into the world? I don’t know. Stop blaming me for things I don’t know and/or can’t control. Does “narcissism” sound fun, like something you would want?
8. Let’s see here, “special favors,” for me, what special favors can you do for me? I don’t know, gah, my head hurts, this is difficult doing this, sorry, sorry sorry sorry, shouldn’t say that out loud, pronouncing my own head pains from the stress of writing about these things, to all of my ghostly non-existent readers. Oh wait, that’s right, no one reads this, so no one cares, so no worries, so so what, right? So, let’s move on. Not expecting anything or doing anything for anything & everything anymore & no more. Why? What’s the point? Of anything for me anymore? Broken clocks are right twice a day, broken people can’t be fixed, & aren’t ever “right.”
9. Oh man, so guilty, all at THEIR expense for MY own gain. ME ME ME ME ME. Always about ME, well, me & my disease. They’ll say you have a disease, then blame you, then you say, “but you said I am sick, how’s it my fault?,” & they say, “it’s your fault, but if you pay us a bunch of money, we’ll help you with your disease.” Then you say, “I have no money, & no one to help me properly,” & they say, “go to the food banks, bye.” There sure is a lot of “taking advantages” going around, but I get the specificity of the implication here in trait number nine of the terribly terrifying “N-word.”
10. This one is…confusing, because I do, I try, I try so hard, but maybe I can’t feel anything, maybe it’s form my history of bad head injuries, I don’t know. I get so distracted, I try to think about it from their shoes, then I think about shoes in general, my brain doesn’t seem to have a well-functioning empathy drive then I guess, right? I’m willing, I have the will to be willing, but no one notices it, like I’m a ghost.
11. Hahahahahaha..oh man, well I know damn well NO ONE envies me for anything that I’m aware of, so scratch the 2nd half of that game, & I don’t care about thees enough to be “jealous,” & I wouldn’t call that little green monster on my should “envy,” I’d call it…”disappointment,” disappointed that some people get certain things that make no sense to me, like someone like Cardi B…absolutely impossible for em to be envious of that twat, but it disappoints me that life “rewards” that stripper with so much. Would I ever trade places with her though?…FUCK NO, are YOU insane? & I’d wager she feels the same, but she’s allowed to be as narcissistic as she can be, & it’s okay, see the logic there? You do? That’s weird, because there is no logic there, it just is what it is I suppose.
12. Oh yes, yes, & yes, arrogance, I bathe in it, using shampoo on my bowling-ball-blad head just to rub it in deeper too. Bragadociousness & conceit, sure, why not? Comes right alongside “arrogance,” doesn’t it?…like a little gang, arrogance, braggings, & a grossly conceited attitude, patrolling the hood, right? What can one say, when they know they’ve acted in such a way? Once again, quite aware & conscious of it too, but the auto-pilot keeps flying the plane anyway, on the same course. I can;t change course if I’m not the one always flying the plane, can I? I donlt even have a pilot’s license though, so I guess I’m really fucked up in the air, aren’t I?
13. Finally, last one, at least it’s my 2nd lucky number, 13. 22 & 13, never win me shit, but still they’re “lucky” in my head. What a fucking loser, Jesus Christ, help this guy out already or something, would ya? Someone, something up there, anything celestial & ethereally Divine, give this fuck-off a helping hand so he has harmony instead of hell. Who doesn’t want the “best of everything,” too bad I got nothing, unless I boost it, & booster seats are for squirts. That’s it for that impromptu narcissist checklist, did I win?

Well, that was totally random & unexpected. The only freedom I feel anymore, is in this space, my writing space. only thing that’s really “mine,” isn’t it? I’m over the buzzword labelings, the mental disorder diagnoses, if this is “life,” & this is what I fucked-off & made of it, why continue? Why? No one there, no one to care, everyone eat my underwear. Yes, I can write silly nonsense, BECAUSE NO ONE WILL EVER READ THIS, unless I send them an individually respective link, nope, this is just like pissing in the wind for me, all my own stinky poisoned pee spraying right back in my face, & up my nose, & on my tongue, this tongue that has driveled on long enough via this Ouroborian channel I’m plugged into & these robot arms that type type type away until I find this silly circularity I always bullshit about..”.beginning finds the end to find the start all over again,” gabba dabba doo wah ditty doo doo, who gives a fuck about a “mysterious circularity phenomenon” when I write, I just reiterate the beginning of the article at the end, like every other generically corny writer to ever crayon-scribble down their own literary puke. Who cares? So I’m done with that, maybe done with this, maybe done with myself doing this, because none of it matters, does it? Except to ME ME ME ME ME, right? Projecting out, as if on queue, until next time dear reader. So sayeth FisH™🎣

For all of you fucks, & for none of you fucking fucks at all.

“Done with that, done with this, done with myself, doing this & that.” ~Fish F Fish🎏

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The Fooze: S1 E27 1/27/2023 The Embarrassment

NOTE: This article is a 1st-person, AND 3rd person perspective, maybe fictional, maybe not. This could be all made up, or entirely true, for I am the Creator here, but only creating what I am channeling, as it were. I just plug the antenna in, & the connection is made, then my fancy fingers fly. Take what you want, or take nothing at all. It matters not to me, dear readers, I’m just following the flow of the Universe, in MY Universe. You have your own Universe, but this one is mine. Do hast thou will, & take this ramblous raving rant for what it is, whatever this is.

What is embarrassment? I think of it as a pseudo-emotion, as in it’s not organic, & purely driven by ego. Yes, embarrassment is a slowly-vibrating-low-level false emotion that your ego creates for some reason to “trick” you into comparing yourself to others & then measuring your own value against said others, in a way that makes you look foolish & naive. You’re “embarrassed,” but why, why do people do this? It’s so bizarre, & the notion of “embarrassment” applies to one group in particular that I’m going to reference for today’s daily Foozer…but who is this “particular group” I speak of? Let the slaughtering commence…

PARENTS, parents with unusual kids, unusual kids that “embarrass” their respective parent/s. These parents take it so far too, to such extremes, as the whole concept of “parenting,” in itself, has become an exhaustive exercise in futility trying to understand what the fuck these “birthing persons” are thinking. Do they even think, do they even think at all before they pop out another behbeh into this wonky Clownworld? For the most part, nope, no they don’t think at all, & these pregnancies “just happen,” as if people don’t understand how babies are made. Every kid, on paper, is a $250,000 investment, at least, now would you randomly buy a ¼ million dollar boat? Nope, but you pop out a kid like it’s nothing, right? No planning, nothing, just whoops, “we are preggo, it just happened,” as if that proverbial stork just sent them an email with the news or something, it’s difficult for me to understand. I don’t have any kids, intentionally, because I’m ending this trip back to Earth School with me, as far as my own bloodline goes. It stops here, for me anyway, as I just mentioned, so I’m just a speculative observer in all of this, with only my own individual experience for a reference point. What experience am I talking about? Well, as you can see in the title up there, “The Embarrassment,” so who do you think the embarrassment was? This guy, this guy right here(looks in mirror with thumbs pointed at myself), this sorry sap writing this gibberish that you’re reading, ME, your ever-more-humble narrator, the big embarrassment.

Yes, unfortunately for me, my parents were in a constant state of embarrassment. Wanna read some fucked-up dialogue? As I recall a chain of traumatizing events in my mind, I think of my own thoughts while this was all happening to me. It’s kind of weird, & yes, certainly dark & cloudy as far as the nature of the content, but it is what it is, it happened, & I want to illustrate what happened, because it was really fucked up, what they did to me, really no bueno. It was MY life, & they reduced me to an ugly & deformed little freak with his freak head in the God damn freaky white clouds all the time, plagued by a child’s innocent fear, I was so scared, I didn’t know what was happening, how could I? I was just a kid, not a fucking embarrassment, but maybe it was their generation, these aging baby boomers, on the way out, after socially massacring the following generation, MY generation, Generation X, the last generation before the digitals arose. We were the TV babies, as I’ve mentioned ad nauseam here, just stick them in front of the TV until they shut up, can’t have these kids “embarrassing” us, now can we? Of course, that ideal was never pronounced out loud, oh no, but they all thought it, “please don’t embarrass us,” but never mind the kids, these GenX kids, never mind their own future arrested developmentally challenged mental issues, that would be “embarrassing,” wouldn’t it? Thanks a lot parents, to all GenX parents, you baby boomers really fucked us all good, didn’t you? Can’t swallow that pill, can you, you old crows? Well swallow this one then, & YES, I AM BITTER, in fact, it’s quite enraging when I think about how we were treated, particularly myself as it relates to the next paragraph, just a little freak weirdo that no one wanted around. Great childhood, & no, it ain’t that bullshit family picture of functionality you put up on the wall of your nice house in the suburbs, far fucking from it, so enough of the pretend-time, ENOUGH. Stop the fucking LARPing already, the clock is ticking..ticking away. Now, I’ll share some inner monologue from a sordid youth. It gets dark, fair warning, proceed at your own accord…

~Hey you, yeah YOU, that short & skinny “weird kid,” the weak & effeminate one, with the fucked-up face, how old are you now, 7? 8? What’s wrong with you boy? Yeah, that kid, something wrong with him, that kid who doesn’t act like other kids, he’s a bit aloof, is he not? Ever since he hurt himself, which of course, was entirely his own fault, stupid little kid, he doesn’t act right, does he? All those books, & the strange drawings, what’s with all the art & writing? That’s faggot stuff, are you a faggot? Be a man, why don’t you play sports, you little weirdo? What are you, a faggot or something? Yes, that’s it, you’re a little homo, aren’t you? Don’t do that, stop being a pussy, stop doing that, that’s weird, you’re a weird little faggot, you know that?(smacks me in the face, a little blood comes from my already broken & deformed nose), now stop, STOP CRYING, that didn’t hurt, suck it up you little faggot, stop doing that & go to your room, go watch tv, just stay away from us, our new family with our new newborn you little faggot bastard., your real dad hates you, & so do I. Ok, I’m sorry, I’m sorry for embarrassing all of you, I don’t know what to do, I’m only a kid, I DON’T KNOW what to do….maybe I’ll try football, or any sport, so I’m not an embarrassment, I’m sorry, I don’t want to be embarrassing anymore. I’m not a “faggot,” I don’t even understand what that means, I don’t know what’s wrong with me, I hurt myself awhile back, I had a really bad head injury, I fell face first into a flight of stairs, I ruined my face, & something in my head is different after the surgery, you know, the surgery where I died, I died & saw the doctors trying to fix my broken face, I remember it all, watched the whole operation, I look terrible, look at me, look at my face, I ruined my face, where was my mother? My face hurts so much, everything is foggy, I can’t see straight, something isn’t right? Please mother, please, I know stepdad & father hate me, but not you too? Please mother, help me, maybe you should take me to see someone? Maybe a specialist? No? That would be “embarrassing?” You as well, you hate me too? Ok then, I’m sorry, I don’t want to disappoint you, so I’ll try the sports thing. Oh look, stepdad is a coach too, so this should be fun. Wait, no, not going to be fun? Why? I’m trying my best, but everyone is bigger than me, ahead of me, I don’t know why, why am I smaller than everyone else? Maybe the head injuries? I’m sorry, I’m trying. SHUT UP YOU LITTLE FAGGOT. Why don’t you listen? DO WHAT I SAY GOD DAMNIT. Can’t you remember the God damn play you little girl? Everyone is watching me, the disappointment, so embarrassing right?…& stepdad is embarrassed again & angry with me, again. See? I’m in the 3-point stance(swiftly kicks me from behind, so his foot catches me perfectly in the taint, dropping me to the ground in agonizing pain & torrents of tears) …OUCH, OUCH, I can’t move it hurts too much, please stop stepfather, please stop, ouch, it hurts so bad, my legs won’t work. SHUT UP, SHUT THE FUCK UP, & STOP crying you little faggot, get up, I SAID GET UP, GET THE FUCK UP, & STOP CRYING…NOW. I can’t though, that kick to the back of my balls was paralyzing, ouch it hurts, am I bleeding down there? Why is everyone looking at me? Everyone, they’re all looking at me, even the other coaches, like maybe they feel sorry for me? I’m sorry, I’m the “sorry” one, I’ve embarrassed myself I guess, I don’t understand, I don’t understand any of this, I’m only 8, I don’t know what’s happening, I’m trying, please please don’t kick me anymore, please don’t hurt me anymore, I’m already down…”dad,” please, I’ll try & stop crying, but the pain, ouch. SHUT UP. I said, GET UP YOU LITTLE FAGGOT! Do you wanna grow up to be a faggot? Stop crying, I don’t care if it hurts, GET UP…GET THE FUCK UP…NOW. Ok, I’ll get up…(walks off the field, then walks home alone, & never goes back to finish the season)~

That’s all I’m going to do with that preceding paragraph. Dark, isn’t it? That’s not even that bad, & I could go on & on…perhaps, but I won’t, I’m just going to stop for now before I take you all on a horrifying hike through the Black Forest. Wouldn’t want to “embarrass” myself, now would I? (Fart Noise) …yeah, I don’t get embarrassed, not an attribute I possess, because I’m not stuck in my own ego like most, especially you baby boomers. “Don’t embarrass us, don’t embarrass us,” how about fuck you all, how about that? You ruin an ENTIRE generation with your own whacked-out sense of morality, & you want US to not embarrass YOU? Wow, maybe get the fuck outta the house with that bullshit already? Just stop, stop the LARPing as if it were all ponies & posies, because it’s not, not even close. Now who’s the REAL embarrassment, if you wanna take it down to that pseudo-emotional level? Oh, but as if on cue, there she is, my sweet circularity, round & round my serpent goes, eating itself, then shitting itself out, only to be eaten again. She always comes through for us, doesn’t she? One could speculate I am meant to write all of this, as it just comes through on the frequency I dial into, & completes itself via my hands. That is all, that is all this is, whatever this might be. Until next time, ponder the notion of embarrassment, or don’t, do whatever YOU want, for YOU, not for me.

For all of you, & for none of you at all.

Hot Pots

It’s a shame the way some people have nasty true colors when the pot really gets boiling, & lately, the water is boiling all over. Frogs trying to jump out of pots everywhere. Sheesh. Is it just me? Have any of you noticed this? People are just on the gas, ready to rage at a second’s notice, without even really thinking, just “FUCK YOU!” …except obviously not always “fuck you,” but all those hateful slurs add up to that one common denominator…”FUCK YOU!” No inklings about the other person, no compassions for whatever said other person might be going through, just purely self-centered primal rage…GRRRRRRRR…honk honk honk…”FUCK YOU YOU FUCKIN IDIOT!” …all day, every day on these roads. It’s madness out here. Sure, people have always road raged, but now it’s like grocery store rage, & gas station rage, must be because of all the economic nonsense going on. People take money so seriously, while their overlords just print it for themselves, then rub it in your face when they don’t give you any. Not only do they not give you any, they raise the prices of everything so you get less, & just to spice up that Bundt cake before they shove it up your ass, they give a bunch of that printed money to other people. Yes, foreigners who you’ve never seen, will never meet, are getting more money from the US government then you. Maybe that makes people irritable?

I notice a lot of traits relating to various personality disorders in these rage events. Did Covaids make everyone mental? Is that what’s really going on? All the masks, & lockdowns, & lies, & fake news, maybe that was all meant to program everyone to be total mental patients. These ragers go from 0 to 100 in a second, bi-polarity. They have ZERO concern for anyone/anything, albeit their own nasty selves, so ya got psychopathy/sociopathy there. Saying/doing anything to win, at any cost, mania/manic behavior perhaps. Oh my God, speaking of manias, what is with this whole “gaslighting” mania? Sheesh. What a conundrum. There’s people who actually try to do it as like an argument tactic. Yikes. Come on now. Or whenever they’re wrong, suddenly you’re gaslighting them, that’s the silly little game that comes along with the whole gaslighting circus. Derp. Just admit you’re wrong if you’re wrong, why is that so difficult? If you are being crazy, stop. Also, do not infer someone is crazy, unless they ARE in fact being crazy. Geez with all these new rules, can barely keep up. In fact, I DO NOT want to keep up, fuck your games. Too old for this crap. I’m at the tail end of Gen-X, & it seems anyone else outside of my generation is so caught up in the program, so focused on themselves, themselves in the program. ME, ME, ME, ME, ME…all the time. 1965-1980. If you weren’t born in this perfectly special little 15-year gap of magic time, you’re out. OUT.

Baby boomers…it was great, thanks for sticking my entire generation in front of a television to be raised by Three’s Company & The Dukes of Hazzard, you all did a fabulous job. Such a fabulous job in fact, that my generation, thanks to your upbringing, created what is arguably the worst generation ever maybe. Yikes. Millennials. Oy vey, what a fucking mess this generation is. Sure, we’ll just give you everything because you’re all so wonderful…ummmm no, how bout get the fuck gotta here & go do some real work. The self-entitlement is just atrocious. They tribe up whenever someone form another generation is around, mostly because they know literally everything & you know nothing, according to them. They saw it on the Internet, of course they know more than you. Of course, it’s not all of them. It’s never ALL of them. There are some diamonds amongst the grains of sand, especially in music. No, not that music, it’s music probably most of you have never heard of, but nonetheless, still awesome music, created by those select millennial who resisted the pussification generated by Generation X’s horrible parenting skills. It’s not these kids’ faults, it’s the Baby Boomers’ fault for raising Generation X in front of a tv. You dirty free-love hippies from the 70s fucked up a generation, that further fucked up the next generation, so now we have to pray that celestial divinity from some Higher Power will help Generation Z save humanity, or is that the end?

“Z,” is the last letter of the alphabet, so what’s the next generation going to be called? Maybe “Z” is the end, done, Agenda 2030 depopulation plan for 85-90% of the global population to be wiped out, all documented by alphabetical lettering, so Generation Z…would that not be the last generation, assuming their going to go through with the aforementioned depopulation agenda 2030. Why movies & TV shows with “Z’s?” World War Z, Z Nation, oh dang…Z as in Zombies…all these zombie shows…predicitve programming for the depopulation agenda? Getting everyone ready for Covaids zombies, when & if people start dropping all over, the people who were foolish enough to get jabbed. Not your humble narrator, oh no, no, no. Didn’t take it, won’t ever take it, I tried to warn you all, I just hope you don’t turn into zombies and/or all start dying en masse from SADS. That would really be inconvenient for everyone. Total chaos would ensue; it would be absolute pandemonium everywhere. I think the show Black Summer offers the most accurate depiction of what would really happen if there was a “zombie apocalypse” of sorts. If you get a chance, watch it, it’s BRUTAL. Absolutely brutal, but, like I said, very accurate in my opinion as to how shit would go down if said shit, went down. If it goes down, it’ll be quick, what would you do if that poop went flying into the ceiling fan? Most of you would open your mouths then ask for seconds…(FartNoise)

I’m not even sure what this rant is about, I don’t know. Something in the air, it’s like people are losing their fucking minds. Maybe it’s just me being paranoid, over-noticing behaviors? Nah, I’m quite lucid, despite my madness, & people are getting worse…like all around, just getting worse. People look like shit, barely change from their house clothes when they go out, dirty teeth, they have the smellies, so many fatties & generally out-of-shape people, people STILL wearing masks, I mean come on now…this is a sloppy-looking society. Sloppy. Look at Japanese people…very clean culture, organized & sophisticated, & respectful, I truly appreciate the way respect is handled in Japan. Their only issue is the all wear masks still…I don’t get it, they don’t do anything, MASKS DO NOTHING, nothing, but yet, still wearing them. Regardless, most Americans can barely spell the word respect, or say it in English anymore. The long game, China is in on it, but they are just operating under globalist commands. The plan is to destroy the USA. Burn it all down, loot the ashes, that’s why the elites are pillaging the US Treasury in real time…because they know that total destruction is potentially nigh. Started with Obama, & they’re trying to end it with Obama. Oh wait, you didn’t;t know Obama was still POTUS? Oh wow, yeah he’s still in charge. Ever notice why you don’t see him out in public too often…that’s because he’s running this country, running it right into the dirt via his puppet Potato Joe Biden. Come on people. This whole sham was orchestrated & executed with the lackluster communistic precision that only corrupt globalist scum can muster. Essentially, they pulled off a silent coup…& they’re STILL pulling it off, while most of you are pulling one off in your shower, they’re pulling off the most deceptive takeover of a country possibly ever. Wake up Americans.

Doesn’t matter what I say…only matters what YOU do about it…& I’m no dummy, not usually anyway. I know my sentiments have better luck being heard by Helen Keller than most of you, but I know there’s some other soul travelers out there…just here to watch the show like me, not interested in participating much though, thanks for asking. No, I’m just enjoying the view & detailing it with my wordery for all of you, & none of you. Only YOU can free yourself, I am just another fish in the fishbowl. Until the next round, be good.