A thought...
Mood:
caffeinated
Now Playing: Chain Of Fools - Aretha Franklin
Torture:
The art of brutalizing people, both physically and mentally, in order to either a) extract information, b) break their spirit, or c) get your rocks off.
I was reading about
Camp X-Ray (click the link if you'd like to read it too)...and I was sitting here thinking how fucked this country really fucking is. Yes, yes, I know...."if you don't like it, why don't you just leave?"
Well:
1: For starters, this is MY country as well and I have a RIGHT to be here complaining.
2: Running away is for pussies, and I....on second thought, you ARE what you eat...
3: I love to complain. Hahahahaa.
Jerkoffs! Truthfully, when I was but a lad, me and my bestest friend (who will remain nameless, because _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ would be horrified at the use of his name in such an unpatriotic display) would pull bongs in his parents basement, planning new political systems between hits of midgrade regs, convinced that either through nonviolent civil disobediance, or flat-out armed rebellion, we would change the face of this country and save ourselves, as well as the next generation of people to toil under the so-called Pig System. We grew apart as Maturity claimed it's willing victims. He went to the Marine Corps, and I took the scenic route to the musical success I so eagerly sought. He is a Good Man, as am I, after a fashion. Our morality seems to have parted ways as neatly as our social circles, although we in fact, get together to drink and chat as old friends are want to do. I think at times, were I to marry, he would be my Best Man. I would imagine discussing
Camp X-Ray and
Abu Ghraib with him over a few pints of the black stuff with me having chased several Vicodins with a mouthful off piss-warm Miller Lite. Would he defend or deplore this travesty to American Justice? This obscene sidestep to Liberty, and if you read about the ferocity of the female interrogators, you'd fucking shit your Dockers at what I would call A Heavily Armed Whore of Babylon move.
I even wondered as of late, to the reason The World fucking hates our guts so...it came to me as I was sitting up with my verry patriotic Brother, monday morning at 4 am. Here's MY hypothesis:
As a guy, I like cute girls, and I'm SO not shy. I may see one at a bus stop and I may send the message that I'm a sensitive, unattached male who would be honored by the company of a beautiful woman for lunch. (this I convey, by pulling out my penis and staring fixidly at her tits) She may be intrigued by my rakish daring, and boyish good looks, or run srceaming to a Police Officer, who would have a talk with me about my approach to the Fairer Sex (this would include beating the living fuck out of me in front of her)
Anyway:
She would talk to me or she would not. Most guys know that nothing spoils the looks of a pretty girl like the fact she Knows she's pretty. If a guy meets a really hot chick who talks him up right back, in GuySpeak(tm), she's a Cool Chick. (see: Jenny McCarthy) If she looks down her nose at him over the rims of her Prada Frameless(tm), she's a Fucking Bitch.(see: Liz Hurley) Sad, but true.
The World KNOWS America has the best music, movies, girls, toilets, money, food, clothing, television, weapons, and standing army of non-conscripts. But to ignore the International Community OUTRIGHT...well, think of it this way:
We are the hot chick at the bus stop. And WE are a Fucking Bitch.
irritated
not sure
don't ask
