Delicious Maliciousness

Strange times. Strange times indeed. What does on say about such an unusually long hiatus? Nothing. Keep plugging and let the world figure out how much trouble they’re in. Drug free now, and the only problem resulting from that is that a good many people will quickly come to realize I’m much more dangerous when sharp minded and clear than i ever was smoking. A 9 day detox plan via a trip to the Dominican republic proved that a bit of imagination and feigned ignorance upgrades you form a shitty hotel room on the rape side of the resort to a presidential suite with a balcony overlooking the beach. 

Now we’re nearing the end of that detox, the brains nerves are reconnecting in ways that have lain dormant for far too long. And I feel the loathing.  For a decade now i’ve bitched and grumbled  meanwhile keeping a self-inserted bit in my mouth. Frankly, the taste of the metal has brought on an incurable bout of teeth gnashing and foaming around the lower lips in a constant effort to throw that ruthless fucker with the whip off my back.

Good luck and god speed to you worthless Buchananite fucks. Your day is done, and i think we can all agree the sun shone on their faces much longer than it should have. While we’re here, fuck the new disorganized left as well. Hippies gave birth to yuppies and yuppies gave birth to some new sort of deformed freak, to weak to survive on its own, all the while believing our ancestors to be some stupid ignorant race of degenerate alcoholics and gamblers. Now nameless, powerless, and most certainly voiceless they stand unready and overwhelmingly unwilling to inherit the very real, very ugly future looking straight down the double barrel of a 12 guage, and all the while they’ll be praying for atreyu to come and save the day from the almost certain inevitable victory of the nothing over the human soul.

These are the Sippies, the grandchildren of Leary’s miserable dropout generation. We are the bottomed out generation. No time for niceties, no time for doing things the hard way, or patience when whatever it was that required patience can be bought of with a five spot to the doorman or in the case of our females a quick flash of the tits to not wait in line. This campaign for our hearts and minds, has become the campiagn for our cash and credit. Why not? If you can’t beat them you might as well make a hell of a lot of money laying on your back and getting fucked right? 

This is ok, of course, until the day the giggling stops, the sex is no longer fun and getting fucked on a daily basis from any angle in any orifice becomes the exact same as dragging your ass out of bed to go punch a clock at the factory.  

There is no room for old whores at the bunny ranch. 

It seems appropriate then, that this country of vagina monologues, thrice xeroxed used car politicians, reality show hustlers and the real housewives that love them, should suffer from a sudden and very abrupt wakeup call. Eat the women and children first, rape the men. Who cares? They’re all wearing girls jeans around their asses anyways.

The pikes are coming, and we’re I you…..I’d protect my fucking neck.

The Associated Freak Press