Chapter 15.
Bombing Our Poor
I was always interested in other cultures. Not particularly to the extent of actually going and VISITING them...because that would require too much time away from my room where I have the unaltered freedom to, at ANY time, lie on the bed completely naked with jello on my balls.
Raspberry...
So I always tried to pay attention whenever they told me about other cultures, yknow? THEY as in anyone, anything and everything. And everyone. Most of it obviously comes from television...so you kind of get used to TRUSTING that the most don't you. And not in the "I AM A MINDLESS MORON (as opposed to the OTHER type of MORON? What does that even MEAN?!?) WHO WILL BELIEVE EVERYTHING I SEE!" kinda way...but more like I will TRUST it to be what it's always promised to be. You know it's a lie when one of the little news scroller at the bottom of some BOOB of an American news channel says some shit like:
BO, MH: WE WILL NOT SUPPORT AMERICAN STRIKES ON TERRORIST CAMPS - Pakistan President Musharraf
Which actually meant Ol' Mushi didn't want em' to start BOMBING our POOR (despite the long term benefits)...yknow...on account that they haven't DONE nothin'. That's ALL he did, folks. He stood up for the poor. Instead they made it sound like as if a terrorist regime that THEY invented...is actually "threatening their country and it's people and their freedoms...and a little ASSHOLE of a country called Pakistan is not letting us bomb shit to get results. Maybe THEY'RE also terrorists." Luckily...our country's last line of defense, the average state ratio of seventeen horny jobless males to each rapidly corrupted female, makes us SUCH a bunch of losers that they don't even want anything to do with the natural gas. OR the marble!
Which...of course are probably the only two half unique things we can call our own NATURAL resources or products or whatever doo daa terms describe what you already know I'm talking about in a business and industry management college textbook written by a man who never had sex.
The point is...you have to read between the lines. This is not NEWS to anyone I understand it...but it IS something we tend to forget in remembering while we see the LITTLE things too...
No sir...it ain't NEWS to anyone...on the scroller...THIS is:
CIA Director Smidgits Cainus to replace Anus Cannibus as Chairperson of DEFENSE after Cannibus drug charges
Oh they're goooood...They're SO good you never watch them work. I'm not saying I saw these EXACT pieces of news...I'm just saying...you KNOW you've read into some outRAGEOUS shit...It never hurts to have an imagination when you're willing to JUDGE something as true or false. Cuz' if you're great enough to JUDGE a story based on what you know...you SHOULD be able to imagine anything is possible. But hell they tell me I've got an overactive imagination. But...when ya think about it...I never got a college education like you...or in the case of someone LIKE myself reading this, well done...I'm surprised you know how to use a computer.
So what was MY education? Cheap in taste but big in budget, commercial Hollywood movies. That's right. I saw enough bullshit to fill the Grand Canyon. I hate that I find a statement like that funny because I know the fact that the Grand Canyon in some fucking shit ass dry crummy desert state in the glorified Hollywood America is apparently the biggest fucking hole on the planet. I have never SEEN this...GRAND Canyon...but I know what I know...I know enough to question shit in my head...that's all I'm saying. It starts all EARLY in life and shit. You know what I mean...you go to some AUNTY's place (For international readers...the term AUNTY is ALSO used to describe beautiful middle aged women...you know...hot mama's...sexy ladies...mom's we'd like to HOLLYWOOD MACHINE!! But not in THIS particular case...this WAS in fact some fat ass...AUNTY) and their kid shows you a picture of him and a suspiciously GRIM looking Arnold Schwarzegger...striking a pose which looks like it's the last thing he did before a bolt of lightning hit him and froze him forever. But that skin...so...real...
Obnoxious Aunty Kid: Look you see?! Me! AND ARNOLD SHFOFFNEYGER...
Me: It's Arnold...SHWAURTZ...EN...EGGER...
Onoxious Aunty Kid: Yea! Him only...Look me him...
Me: Okay...dude....I know I'm meeting you for the first time and stuff...and this MAY be very rude of me...but dude...I don't think that's him, dude.
Onoxious Aunty Kid: VOT?!?! VAI??! VAI THIS THIS ITS THIS HIIIIMMMMM!!!!!
Me: Y'know...if English isn't your first language...I mean it IS cool, seriously...
Onoxious Aunty Kid: BUT VAAAI DON'T YOU THINK IT'S HIM?!?!?!?!?
He was wearing a Madame Tussaud's t shirt. You always gotta watch out for lying little fuckers like that y'know? Sure it BECOMES the story of the time they just fucking went to Madame Tussaud's and got a picture taken in front of a WAX FIGURINE and we all had a fucking LAUGH about it...but initially? They would rather have you believe they chilled with Arnold Schwarzenegger....it's only because you CHALLENGED it, you see?
Why...is the Terminator...wearing a blue shirt with a gay looking colourful woman's face on it?
You HAVE to challenge it.
ALL of it.
