Going to post this without comment other than I found this using Google Images and the search words: Tuscon suspect.
See, I was going to post a picture of the crazy Arizona guy who shot up that group at the town hall thing and post the picture next to Travis Bickle and maybe make some kind of statement about life imitating art. That didn't happen though, obviously, so maybe let's just have some throw away one liners or stories or something. Fucking goddamn, I don't know.
I know. Here's a link. The parts of the internet where I stay are godless warrens of smut, full of the worst kind of bestiality, degradation, and all manner of bodily fluids, and it's kind of weird to me to visit a place that talks about god and hell as if they're real. I mean, the guy even capitalizes the nouns, so you know he's serious. It reminds me of my mother, of whom I've posted before, and how she lived in fear of a future where religious (i.e., Protestant Christian) repression in the United States would become the norm. Absurd, or maybe not. I don't even fucking know.
Check it. There's all kinds of liberal or progressive or what the fuck ever outrage over this shooting in Arizona. They're mostly blaming crazy Republican rhetoric for inciting conservatives to take "Second Amendment cures" for the socialistic cancer that is currently festering at the edges of flyover country. Let's face it though. America's always been full of crazy motherfuckers with guns who don't give a shit and will take any justification to start shooting at things. Whoo! Does anyone remember anything about American history? (Please forgive all the Wikipedia links. They're just too convenient and I know you didn't read them anyway. No one ever reads the links. Ever.) Recruit don't know.
There's something so exquisitely sad about a winter night like tonight. Maybe it's the lack of daylight, but it's January and February nights where the winds come high and fast down onto the valley floor that fill you up with the languishing melancholy of your shitty existence. There isn't enough whiskey in the world to wash it away. Known unknowns.
I'm 29 years old and I've never lived a day in my life. Fuck this.
I know. Here's a link. The parts of the internet where I stay are godless warrens of smut, full of the worst kind of bestiality, degradation, and all manner of bodily fluids, and it's kind of weird to me to visit a place that talks about god and hell as if they're real. I mean, the guy even capitalizes the nouns, so you know he's serious. It reminds me of my mother, of whom I've posted before, and how she lived in fear of a future where religious (i.e., Protestant Christian) repression in the United States would become the norm. Absurd, or maybe not. I don't even fucking know.
Check it. There's all kinds of liberal or progressive or what the fuck ever outrage over this shooting in Arizona. They're mostly blaming crazy Republican rhetoric for inciting conservatives to take "Second Amendment cures" for the socialistic cancer that is currently festering at the edges of flyover country. Let's face it though. America's always been full of crazy motherfuckers with guns who don't give a shit and will take any justification to start shooting at things. Whoo! Does anyone remember anything about American history? (Please forgive all the Wikipedia links. They're just too convenient and I know you didn't read them anyway. No one ever reads the links. Ever.) Recruit don't know.
There's something so exquisitely sad about a winter night like tonight. Maybe it's the lack of daylight, but it's January and February nights where the winds come high and fast down onto the valley floor that fill you up with the languishing melancholy of your shitty existence. There isn't enough whiskey in the world to wash it away. Known unknowns.
I'm 29 years old and I've never lived a day in my life. Fuck this.
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