Sunday, June 5, 2011
All American Chump.
So there you are sitting on your lawn chair in the grass watching your kid play soccer getting an allergic reaction from the fertilizer. It doesn’t matter much because they aren’t keeping score and everyone is special. So precious, and that’s why you will take the little tike to McDonalds for beef glue and preservative coated potatoes. The drive thru girl forgot your straws and shorted your change but you wouldn’t want to make a scene.
On the way to run errands the kids chuck their trash all over the floor but its ok because you would have to pay someone to take your crappy Dodge Neon. Now you’re afraid to tell them they are going to Costco. When you get there the kids bitch and on your way to the free tastings to appease the brats you nod or say sorry every time you make eye contact. At the tastings you’re afraid to take more than one sample to not get a sneer from another customer even though little Timmy is says he’s hungry. While mumbling about the McPoison he didn’t eat, with bug eyes on the way out you chant to yourself with a smile, “must look normal, must look normal”.
Ahhh, finally back home, you waddle to the couch with your jumbo bag of Doritos and turn TMZ on for the news that matters. You know life without trends is a life you wouldn’t want to live, a life better left to people in squallier. That is of course if dirty and trashy is trendy, then your all for it, and breaking out the pocket book for a mindless rag with the latest spring colors and 69 sex tips to please your man. This newest fad is a fantastic diddy where you chop off your own arms,…. Im not kidding,…. Where you chop your own arms and legs off and your lover carries you around in a box.
You always dreamed of being middle class with a white picket fence and in this system all you gotta do is sign the right papers. Buy a car, house, motorcycle and that Amish roll around fireplace under the pile of unread mail. Meanwhile there are loads of nonpaying jobs and creative projects that would be much more rewarding to your life and society as a whole, but you financed your ugly lazyboy to watch hours of nonsense everyday for a cash advance on your time at a soul sucking job.
You, in ancient Rome would make fun of the dude who sold himself into slavery to avoid taxation. You believed you had that wiping coming for disrespecting the Lord for falling asleep in the Catholic Church. You were that person pointing and laughing at the dude using his drinking water to wash himself during the plague. And how do I know this? I know this because you’re the person who laughs at people living in reality. The guy stocking up on guns and ammo is paranoid, the guy with storable food is a a nut in magic underwear, the guy with a garden is a fruit cake, the guy talking about issues is a dork and when he mentions the private Federal Reserve or puppet regimes your preprogramming tells you he has been hanging around the gun nut too long.
Today the standard American chump thinks themselves into peace, more or less images that there isn’t anything wrong, believe the world is wholesome, and because the fairly land lives in the mind it’s just that way. Well until the local football team loses. There isn’t anything wrong with the giant sucking sound we will all get rich flipping burgers. Our elected public servants care about us and that’s what the black ski masks and machineguns for the local police are for. War makes for great movies and you don’t mind new wars and expanded wars for corporate resources so as long as a black man says it’s ok. Then if youre one of those people that don’t like that black man youre likely looking to vote for a beauty pageant bimbo who will do the same.
The 1st shots of the 2nd American revolution we fired by the global elite against free humanity. So here we are in the time where free sentient sovereign human beings stand to fight for the way things are suppose to be. We the people will decide our fate. We have broken the echo chamber and will renounce the precedent that bureaucrats decide and nothing earth moving is going to be debated in public. For those of you still cowering, still spinelessly laughing reality away, still a marshmallow in front of the glow box, this is your last call, and don’t get in the way.
Posted by Gremlin at 12:29 PM