I Appreciate Mr. Fuck You Duh

I can't wait for Bush's phonetic pronunciation of this guy's name.

Fiasco Fatigue

Lately I've found myself not really giving a shit about the news. I remember way back in '03 when pseudo-fascism was sweeping the nation like some latin dance craze, I used to literally salivate when the faintest whiff of scandal in the Bush administration wafted out of Washington. I used to pray daily (at my keyboard), and nightly (after I jerked off) for the undressing, the destruction, the humiliation, the reconciling of all that was so heinously wrong with our country. I used to dream about our prophet, the voice of a generation, the personification of our culture -the empty-headedness, the venality, the hypocrisy, the blood lust, the greed, the jingoism, the sanctimoniousness, the commercialism, the living, breathing, Pope of fraudulence and falsity- Bush; dying a death by a thousand cuts as the glass house he occupied came crashing down, as massively and unmercifully as the twin towers that fueled his idiot juggernaut.

I wanted my ideals, and the laws of karma, to be proven true before all the world so that they would know that I was right, and they were wrong.

I remember way back in '04 when the Republican convention came to town. What an insult, what a slap in the face I took it to be. What hubris these motherfuckers have I thought. It inspired me to start this blog. I remember the sense of purpose I felt when I went to the protest, although, I never came close to losing myself in ecstatic righteous indignation a la the 60's. Although, I must confess to pipe dreams of being the next Stephen Stills.

I remember way back in '05 telling people what a bunch of corrupt closeted fags they all were. I remember feeling downright gay myself (in the joyous sense) as the truth started to come out.

'06 and '07 have been a slow motion avalanche of bad news for the power structure. I guess as I started to sense their vulnerability the potency of my anger dissipated. My focus wandered towards other things -pussy and baseball. Still they have their strength (the ability to prolong the war) and I have succumbed to its inevitability. I no longer get a lump in my throat when the hero's roll call (names of the dead soldiers) is recited on CNN. I simply change the channel, gravitating unwittingly towards the living-room-crack of ESPN sports highlights. I don't even watch the Daily Show and The Colbert Report as faithfully as I used to. I'm simply waiting for the end.

Peace.

Nothing's Shocking

I was listening to NPR the other day, gliding down one of the smooth macadam routes of New Jersey back country in my new car. The air conditioning was blowing pleasantly in my face and my ass was readily accustomizing itself to the leather contours of the vehicle's interior while outside, a stifling humidity and heat waited.

Terri Gross was interviewing Alice Cooper. Listening to it, I guess you could say my ass was like Alice Cooper and Terri Gross was the humidity. Alice was lamenting how it's impossible to shock people nowadays (which probably explains why he was on "Fresh Air with Terri Gross" promoting his new book, "Golf Monster", as opposed to getting his head cut off onstage in Milwaukee.

Anyway, it occurred to me that yes, it's impossible to shock people in a provocative sense. Short of a terrorist attack or an assassination almost nothing can offend the senses of our masses anymore. You could of course wipe your ass with the bible and feed the pages to your audience but I don't think that would really take off in a popular sense.

The only way to shock people anymore is to be good. If you truly express your art with uncompromising diligence and style, you will shock people. They will remember that it's not all about has-been celebrities demeaning themselves on reality shows and so forth.