Long live the Weather Channel.
This just in… journalism is officially dead. Long live network propaganda. The only news you need is the weather.
Now shut up and get back to work making money for your corporate overlords. Or else.
Authors Note: All opinions expressed here are just that: opinions. If you don’t like mine, I probably won’t like yours either. Let’s just nod, and walk away. Maybe come back with solutions instead of opinions. Because of the two, only solutions actually matter.
At least now the United States will have a President who accurately represents the American Republic. Trump is not a symptom of American decline, but the result of it. A criminal. Mobster. Abuser of rights. Plunderer of resources.
He personifies all the worst things America does. No filter.
America has been an imperial power since WWII. Buying or taking whatever we want. Under cover story of stopping communism, we’ve invaded Korea, Vietnam, Iraq, Afghanistan, and more. If we can’t win using economic warfare, like tariffs and corporate invasions, we send in the marines.
All of it “to protect vital interests”.
Like big oil and gas profits, and ensuring infinite future profits for the weapons industry.
Sold to the highest bidder. Everything is for sale. Except for peace. We sell weapons to both sides to ensure that unrest continues in the world, because a world without warfare is much harder to exploit for profit and power.
All the unrest and violence in the world also enables a nearly $1T per year military budget, further ensuring the profits and stabilty of weapon manufacturers…and their ever growing stock prices (=huge profits for the rich and shameless).
But good news…we’ve finally come out as a country. Now, our president will be a mob boss. No more hiding, pretending to do good.
Hey world: It’s who we really are. The Home of Monopolies and Organized Crime, The Land of the Deceived.
All that “protect the peace” and “promote democracy” BS is just the cover story. Again and again we make the rest of the world “an offer they can’t refuse”. Our words are backed by aircraft carriers, stealth bombers and nukes. Who’s gonna argue? Who’s gonna be the first next to get fed up, and decide to fight back?
I guess we’re gonna find out. And soon.
Authors Note: All opinions expressed here are just that: opinions. If you don’t like mine, I probably won’t like yours either. Let’s just nod, and walk away. Maybe come back with solutions instead of opinions. Because of the two, only solutions actually matter.
Twas the weekend before Christmas
We were broke as could be
We were freezing our asses
By the fire and TV
When what did our half-frozen
eyeballs then spy
Was a snowstorm to bury
All our firewood in ice
It got colder and colder
We shivered and shook
As the wind howled and sliced
Out the window we looked
More snow was falling
I can’t wait till it melts
The basement gets flooded
mud up to our belts
May your Christmas be white
May your driveway stay plowed
May we all make it through
All this hate, fear and doubt.
May the season bring joy
May you somehow find peace
In the dark years ahead
Love and light will not cease.
~
I’ve never understood why people want to become famous. Being famous means you can’t be yourself. You give up being ordinary. At least you used to. Ordinary people get pretty famous nowadays.
The Internet has changed the meaning of fame. You can have millions of followers (I don’t, but some people do) and still be pretty ordinary; obscure, in terms of the public eye. You know…Including all those other people who are too good to Google. Too cool for TikTok. For the rest of us, it’s sort of a golden age in a way. If you’re on the right apps, that is. If the Government doesn’t take them away because they’re afraid of the power we have.
What I want to know is where is the true music underground? The next breakout sound is out there, in some garage or dive bar. A bigger than life, but authentic scene. Where the music speaks the truth and the true seeds of destiny will spring. Not about the industry or money or fame. Music has the power to change. To change Us.
I’m a libertarian at heart. You don’t need a bunch of rules if you follow just one: first do no harm. When the industry is killing the product, the industry needs to change. The money is literally killing the music.
They will exploit us until we refuse to be exploited. Then they’ll find a new way to exploit us.
I think it’s time that the human race figures out, that progress for a few should never mean regress for some. If your success comes at another’s expense, it is not really success.
It’s abuse.
Abuse of human rights. Abuse of our shared resources. Abuse of power, for profit…and more power.
Call it Capitalism. Call it anything you want to, to justify it in your conscience. But I call them crimes against humanity, and only the wealthy and powerful are actually able to commit them. Uber Wealthy People. Big companies. Countries.
Because after all, who can actually hold them accountable?
Authors Note: All opinions expressed here are just that: opinions. If you don’t like mine, I probably won’t like yours either. Let’s just nod, and walk away. Maybe come back with solutions instead of opinions. Because of the two, only solutions actually matter.
I’m just gonna say it. Any man that isn’t pro-choice, is an asshole. 100% of them.
Message To Pro Life Men – Dude. It’s not about you, and your probably unimpressive equipment. It’s certainly not about God. It’s about something you probably know next to nothing about. So why not just STFU, and be honest about how threatened you feel around strong, confident women. Women are not yours to control. Let the doctors and families handle the tough decisions for ALL Americans.
I am not uncertain.
I wouldn’t want to tell you what to think any more than try to tell you what to do. What to eat. What to buy. Who to Fuck. These are your decisions, not mine. You don’t even have to think at all, for fuck’s sake. Living your best life without thinking might make me a little jealous, but I wouldn’t seek to deprive you of the joy.
But I will urge you one thing. If you choose to think, think for yourself. Thinking is completely optional. I don’t judge you for your ability to turn off the silent, running commentary in your head. But please don’t try to sell me someone else’s thoughts if you have none of your own. Chances are I’ve already heard their opinion…from them, and nobody likes an unsolicited parrot, pretending to be something they are not.
Authors Note: All opinions expressed here are just that: opinions. If you don’t like mine, I probably won’t like yours either. Let’s just nod, and walk away. Maybe come back with solutions instead of opinions. Because of the two, only solutions actually matter.
“Today may not feel like Wednesday. But what is Wednesday supposed to feel like, anyway? Talk amongst yourselves.”
