“Oak Park Illinois, the chancre ridden asshole of Liberalism.” – ‘Bob’ Hemingway
“When you can no longer travel forward, you are caught smack in the middle of decadence.” – R. Neginsky
“There is not much oxygen to be found when your head is up your own ass!” – anonymous saying
Thought the young women of today are solidly at the center of society, by fact of nature, creation and reason, they have betrayed their birthright through an unreasoning jealousy focused against their natural mates in a need to constantly snatch away the center stage to the point of eventually disposing of their partners. Previously, pompous Liberal coming attractions orientated around these sacrosanct ego-bound self-satisfied vindictive class minded modern dowagers duly depositing their carpet bombing political wrath upon any misguided male scapegoat as occasioned by the ceaseless whims of their stealthy backdoor tribal desert masters ceaselessly broadcast.
The only force that save humanity from the wrath of its tyrants is humanity! Humanity, humble, and yet ever vainglorious. Dust on the move in the meantime within vibrational folly. Stuck in their own personal earthly concoction composed simply of Heaven or Hell. That convection currently referred to as Society marking out the new invisible man. Exploding brass light fixture decor with forties inverted glass bowl hanging birthday cakes. Bottom lounge, there being some irony to this suggesting hitting bottom. or at least being on their way to heading speedily towards the same? A singularly fashioned collective vision pulling all along in its undertow.
Millennial social machinations. The rules of engagement have changed. Women willing only to accommodate other women. Men feeling free only to consort with other men. Metro-sexual partner paradise signified in proper muscle bulge decked out within a blanket of inky tattoos sporting fakey empty palmed Dirty Harry two-handed stances. Posture posey manhood wandering Jew mentality with no consistent chronological direction. This current generation nice as the voice of any robot, but strictly indifferent when it comes to efficiently collecting coin for their corporate overlords.
The world has gone to Hell in a hand basket. See that young white dude through the restaurant window in the Dodge Ram truck cruising down the avenue in the middle of town. Digging about his own snot locker! Slooping a saliva slick forefinger vertically up his nose chimney searching for ripe fruit. Then tugging out a juicy big one with a dirty nail and exiting triumphantly with a champagne cork pop. Slipping it between his lips to the seat of the tongue to sup its salty nectar. Occasionally within the process carefully inspecting his prize carefully determining its rare mucousy quality versus a coagulated goop.
In this dense pack society what does it matter what someone thinks of you? Beyond the simple issue of watching your back, nothing else matters. Some people are bound to seek out a community while others go it alone and create one. Has it not forever been so? Human experience depends upon an informal interchange centered around the day’s events. Gossip operas, unburdening difficult feelings and getting all the little things off your chest. Trivial understandings offered in the hope of reaching a consensual agreement before leaving. However meaningless, some purposefully seeking out a neutral non-intensive topic to produce that synthetic sense of an easy going community amidst the hurricane. Personal struggles having to remain sequestered in the darkened province of plausibility without threatening to let it fall into the realm of useful possibility.
In this current age, women would rather sniff each other’s twats than get caught alone in public with some undignified ordinary common man.