Snowed in streets and frosted glass,
all that is spread out before me.
Would that it washed away en masse,
or at the very least, out to sea.
Yet the people wear it nonetheless,
a sign of fortitude or madness?
I would rather choose minor stress,
and find a place less festered with drabness.
Image: (Luke Bubb)
I just can’t stand these things but I know I could never live without them, they are just too convenient. I don’t like how they’re fucking up our culture though. Selfies, Instagram, hashtags and loud calls on the bus are but a few things I find annoying as hell. Especially the loud calls on the bus. Seriously, at least turn off the fucking speaker function on your cellphone and talk into it like a normal person. You fucking animal! People were perfectly capable of living their lives without these things before and I like to think that they were probably happier for it.
And if I ever catch one of you motherfuckers that’s constantly vaping on Line 1, I’ll shove that thing all the way down your throat, press the button and end your life in the last “dank cloud” you’ll ever blow in your life.
Seriously, fuck snow. I’ve been more or less confined to my building since Sunday because of this pure bullshit from the heavens. I shit you not when I say that I almost got impaled by a foot-long icicle downtown today. Why couldn’t Ingólfur Arnarson find the Canary Islands instead of this desolate rock in the North-Atlantic. I know bitching about the weather is pointless since it’s uncontrollable, but still, fuck snow. Summer can fuck off too, but that’s a topic for later.
The Starbucks Marxist tweets out #ResistCapitalism on his made in China Iphone. He does not care that they were made by people who live under a Communist regime which exploits their labor.
The Starbucks Marxist wears trendy clothes advertised by the big corporations. He is blind to this hypocrisy just as he is blind with his politics (and fashion sense, I might add).
The Starbucks Marxist preaches the glories of Communism from the comfort of his privately owned home, on his privately owned computer he bought with salary he collected from a privately owned corporation he chooses to work for.
Please, don’t be a Starbucks Marxist. If you want to preach a socialist revolution, at least get your own principles straight and practice what you preach. #WhereAreTheRealCommies?
President Trump has come under a lot of fire by the mainstream media recently as he chose to shun the traditional White House correspondents dinner. Personally, I think it is fantastic that Trump chose to ignore the dinner since it has for the past decades drifted away from its intended purpose of raising money for scholarships in journalism studies and has turned into a complete farce.
In fact the White House correspondents dinner of today has devolved into a who’s who of top White House officials, corporate media lobbyists and celebrity guests. Including Trump himself in 2011, for example. The liberals of today decried Trump for refusing to attend, calling it a break of tradition and a sign of Trumps hostility to the press.
Frankly, the dinner should simply be abolished. It is a sign of corruption to have the media cozy up to the government and getting their cases heard to anyone in power that will lend them an ear. Trump’s refusal to attend is perfectly in line with his anti-lobbyist agenda he campaigned on.
It is becoming hard to keep track who is and who is not Hitler these days. It seems that every other politician in the USA and Europe is now Hitler and that their supporters are “literally Hitler” as well. This is just an example of PC gone mad and the left beginning to decry everything it sees as Hitler in their post Trump mania.
If Trump, Le Pen, Farage and Wilders are now Hitler we are going to start running out of politicians to call Hitler soon. My guess is that soon enough the left wing of today will start decrying their own champions as Hitler and white supremacists pretty soon. They already did it with Canada’s Trudeau which left me speechless but on second thought not exactly surprised.
I will probably get called Hitler for pointing this out, but then again it is so watered down of an insult these days that I do not really care.
Forgive me my past transgressions,
my heart was not used to love.
Now my mind is filled with questions,
of what I was once part of.
Will my humor ever recover?
and restore it’s former lively state.
Or will I in this darkness take cover,
and to heartbreak capitulate.
I hope I can pick up the pieces,
and try to find love again.
Hopefully my spirit increases,
and my love of life, I will retain.