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Women's March Reflections

Y'all have to understand something... My mother is a very conservative woman. She doesn't agree with liberal leftist feminism. I asked her the other night about what she thought about the Women's March the other night and she said, "it's bull shit. They didn't represent all women. A real woman works and has a career but always puts her family first. Abortions are selfish. Just because a woman wants to go to college and be free of responsibility is no reason to kill a baby. Abortions are murder and real strong women are the ones that keep the baby, still go to school, still have a career and put their kids and family over everything." There you have it folks. Strait from the strongest woman I know. My mom skipped college and made a bunch of sacrifices for me and my siblings through out our lives. Some of which she carries a lot of regret and burden for. I guess mostly because all that sacrifice didn't produce three thriving successful young adults. So in no way am I going to disagree with my mother. After she has been through in her life the biggest lesson I learned was that my opinion doesn't matter. I neither agree nor disagree with what any woman says or believes because I'm not a woman. I can't even begin to understand your struggles. All in all my mother still holds those old Reagan era moral values. She tries to be a good Christian woman. She busts her ass and even when we were poor as fuck as little kids never took a single dime from welfare. So when it comes down to me having to pay taxes that fund certain women's health issues or what ever I'm against it because I don't want to pay any taxes. It's a combination of how I was raised on top of knowing that even tho I could really use the governments help right now, I couldn't as a guy get any welfare. No food stamps, no unemployment. It just doesn't seem very equal to me. I understand the anger towards Donald Trump and how all his comments and actions were just swept under the rug. I understand that it's unjust that a bunch of white men get to decide what you can and can't do with your body. So I guess where I stand on abortions is that it's a personal matter. I can't say that I wouldn't want a girl I got pregnant to have or not have one unless I was in that situation. I'm not a big fan of kids at the moment so I'd probably lean more towards yes. Watch my mother disown me for being a murder because I'm selfish. I think the father should have an opinion on the matter unless he isn't around. But then again you're the oven for nine months. The rest I suppose I just don't know enough about. Sometimes to me it always seems like women are always shouting that they don't have enough and I'm like well shit, get in line, I've been killing the internet for a few years now I've barely managed to get famous people to subtweet me. Now if you want to talk about animal rights well I agree in a way. Dolphins and Killer Whales aren't going extinct so to keep them captive for human entertainment seems a bit cruel. But I support zoos that do keep animals in captivity that our going extinct or are marked for sport. My dad and I really don't get along but he did teach me one thing as a kid I agree now... "don't kill anything you're not going to eat." So with that said I don't support hunting for sport just to have something over a fire place. But I do enjoy turkey, duck, elk, deer and other wild game. What's more cruel? Ordering duck at a Chinese restaurant raised in a slaughter house or going out on a lake and giving it a fair chance at flying past your bird shot? I honestly support the dismantling of Super markets and Super centers like Walmart sams club and cosco and a return to home town local markets. Farmers raise animals free range and grow crops they can grow with free market trade across states to ensure you can still get all that's available. But if you still want the convenience that mass production provides then just stay oblivious to the treatment of animals in slaughter houses or quit eating meat. To you hard core vegans out there I'm sorry, but I'll take the blue pill and look the other way on meat and answer to God among all my other sins. I despise people who get pets and then can't even give them a good home. I'm not saying buy them presents or dress them up for every holiday but at least make sure they are fed, loved and have adequate shelter. I probably would never wear a fur coat because I'm not a 70s NYC pimp. I'm not a Yankee Doodle with a feather in his cap. When it comes to testing cosmetics on animals I really don't have an opinion. I don't wear make up, nail polish, exfoliate and I barely even moisturize. That's one for the women to solve. What are you willing to sacrifice for flawless skin and perfect palettes that. Lend with your skin tone perfectly while decreasing wrinkles and what not? So there. That's it. I'm sorry if you still can't unblock me because the mother y'all so desperately want me to fuck is a conservative Christian.

I wrote my High School Thesis Paper on how American Football is equal to Roman Gladiators. I'd like to randomly revise that lost copy a little bit. Roman business men used Gladiators to acquire other businessmens personal belongings. Instead of going to war with each other and bleeding their own blood they trained teams to fight in arenas over personal beefs while still making money off of the common man by calling it a sport. Now the "Ludus" was the GM and the Coach. History is vague on how shitty GMs and Coaches were dealt with but they primarily taught the slaves how to fight. Now the "Ludus" was usually a chess player and versed on the commands of Roman Legions. Essentially, Gladiators were just Chess pieces on a rich boys Chess board if you have ever watched Russel Crowes most epic performance in "Gladiator". Essentially, American business men surround themselves with armies through sport to solve their disagreements. But instead of slave soldiers it is a means of income to so many just for being a super warrior drafted into a mansion instead of a battlefield. Sure... A lot of folks say that being a pro athlete is slavery but if poor minorities have it better than poor whites in America anywhere it is in sports. Imagine the damage American Legions could do if every soldier could jump ten feet high and lift 500 pounds?! Poor white Americans mostly go to die for the American Flag. Americas best scientific slave breeding super soldiers are all poor boys that made it. And ironically Russia doesn't play American Football, Basketball or Baseball. Come to think of it it I'm not sure China does either. Yes America has bombs and unjustly flexes its giant muscles through military power. But the rest of the world has found a a way to compete without the sounds of bombs. Futbol seems to be the most popular and as a country we FUCKIN suck at soccer. Our women however our world leaders at kicking other countries in the balls. The Russian Bear likes to play hockey but since 1981 our Northern Ally and us have split the title mostly. I feel for Latin America and all those who fell for communism and I don't blame Russia for not fixing the major problems in South and Central America because we killed the Soviet Union. We built the hull of Europe and Asia but left ourselves weak in truly helping our Latin brothers. Our southern borders are truly our weakest point but won't be feared because they have no clear vision. Since WWII America and Russia have been gambling empires. Well maybe that winter classic should be Russia vs America fighting over borderlines. No bloodshed except for that allowed by the refs at center ice. All in all... Why war? Hot or Cold when there can be sport. Sport is what keeps Americans from revolting from injustices in our countries. Our best soldiers make the most FUCKIN money compared to any soldier on the planet. Long story short... I'll take Kobe and Tim Brady over anyone on a communist team.

Here is why I can't propose. First of all I know I won't get a yes. Sure all these clues about getting a fancy fur coat keep popping up but I've been an emotional wreck. And because I haven't been singing loves praises and Christmas joy she won't say yes. Sitting there right now I'm sure wondering why I'm not filled with excitement and butterfly's. And I'm sitting here like, "if you really have to ask then you don't know me." I spent Christmas with my family yesterday and I enjoyed. Pushed all the bull shit aside and just enjoyed the day. But now that I've been alone and had time to think, I know that yesterday was just one clue after another about some bitch from years ago and my fuckin nephew. Everything is still about that twin shit. Obviously everyone knows who the fuck I am but they don't want to hear my voice on the radio or broadcasting sports games. The only goal anyone has for me is for me to shut my fuckin mouth and take their advice on what career I should have, what clothes I should wear and who I should work out with. Then they will set me up with one of their friends who will fall for my charm but can be certain that I won't run off and join a band or start selling cocaine. This is why I can't propose. This is why I don't have a job. Shay Mitchell is just fuckin toying with me. She wouldn't say yes in a million fuckin years. Maybe because I can't get over this shit and I'm not ok. And I'm only not ok because my nephews life is at stake. My fathers Steeler pride is at stake. It's plain and fuckin simple... My dreams don't matter. The end of the world is coming soon anyway. I just don't see what the point is to even fight anymore. I drink texted my mom and she tells me that my pain makes her feel pain but she can't tell me why this is happening to me. So basically my mom is full of SHIT. I'm sitting here in the bath tub with a razor blade. Grandma won't be home until tomorrow. And although my family and the world are hell bent on keeping me from being more than some fire fighter with a hot wife, I still can't bleed my veins because it would probably give my grandma a heart attack to find me like that. More than anything I feel like a fuckin coward for not being able to just drive my car off of a bridge. This is why I can't propose. Your clues tell me one thing but my experience tells me another. I've tweeted at you several times and am lucky enough I suppose you haven't blocked me. But you sure as hell haven't responded. You made comments about ugly sweaters, but ugly sweaters seemed to have been the Christmas theme this year so it's more of a coincidence. I can't propose because you know what my family has been doing to me and you keep sending hints for me to figure it out when I really just don't give a fuck about my nephew. That's all there is to it. So if you're waiting for that GiF where I get down on one knee and present you with those presesnts that aren't your designed jewelry or eye shadows with my sisters name on them well then I guess you can just keep waiting. I'm tired of your shit too. I'm tired of people talking about happiness and how close love is. Or that they think I am deserving of some sort of compensation for my work if I could just solve the last puzzle. This why I can't propose! Because it's a waste of fucking time!

God

I've really been avoiding this debate because well I'm trying to practice that fundamental right of freedom of religion by letting people believe that there is no God. But being backed into this corner I feel as if I no longer have a choice. The truth is that after reading the Bible for myself and not just going to church and listening to priests and preachers tell me their interpretations of the books are and what they mean, I have drawn my own conclusions to the existence of God and the end of man. Obviously in that sort of Shakespearean style of writing it is hard to determine its true meaning mostly because a visionary profit from 2000 years ago wouldn't have known what a helicopter or an air plane or steel or Iron even were. Concrete, cars, telephones, computers etc. imagine being the Apostle John sitting in a cave in Greece by candle light hallucinating off those swamp gases the Greek oracles used to get high on and seeing this modern world with absolutely no words to describe it. Therefore the last few thousand years or so Revelations has hardly ever been taught. No one really knows what John saw. No has ever been able to truly decipher it and write it in a language that is the modern man could understand. This is relevant today because the feeling most Americans feel is one that doom is just around the corner. And the mention of false prophets is found in many places through out the Bible. What I am saying is that we are all false prophets. We all feel the end is near, yet none of us has the answer as to who or what is to blame for the end. Republicans swore it was Obama and for their own selfishness convinced themselves that they were righteous in not working with him. Now Donald Trump is the President elect and a lot of us are swearing up and down that he will be the true Anti-Christ. And in that book of Revelations somewhere it does say that only the righteous will see who the anti-Christ really is. This righteous will be saved from the devils reign on earth by the rapture. Trust me, the Christian selling point is that if you pray and get baptized you have a golden ticket to heaven. The final chapter of Gods word says that is completely untrue. It says that there will be 100 times as many souls in hell as there will be heaven. Basically the righteous will get the gated community they were always looking for but it won't be those preachers driving sports cars in giant mega churches. If we can agree on anything, we will see those who use Gods name in vein swimming in the lake of fire with the rest of us. So before you tell me to cut my heart out understand that I am not a righteous person. And that Jesus called me to admit every day that I live in sin. That I must confess his name before all men so that he may profess my name to the father. That is what Christianity says. Me writing this is how I interpreted it and am acting on my faith. This in no means I feel I am going to heaven. I feel that I am not one of the chosen righteous ones to be spared from the devils reign. That I will have to sacrifice my life in the name of Jesus the way he sacrificed his life for me. I don't know when that will be. I don't know how that end will come. But that is the fate that I have chosen. I also accept that I could be wrong and aliens and SHIT can just come down here and blow us all to oblivion. So if you choose not to believe because you can't figure it out or have never chosen to reach the spiritual consciousness it takes to read the Bible without out any preconceived notions then you're enlightenment is based on that of blind atheists you regurgitate like a Christian holding up an anti-gay or abortion sign at some rally. I read the Bible twice. Once in high school. Once while I was completely drunk and stoned out of my mind. Just the the Apostle John was when he wrote the final chapter to mans history on earth. To be honest I could care less if you chose to believe in God or Jesus or anything. That's exactly what free will and liberty are all about. I will not denounce God and say that man can save himself. Humanity has o my gotten worse since we have started to abandon are own relationships with God. As much as we talk about religions, a persons relationship with God is still very individual. There are basic rules sure, but we are all made in Gods image and we are completely different. So to be completely frank, I don't have faith in man or humanity. My God and my Bible have told me that I shouldn't and that he isn't coming to save us this time. This is our third strike. There was the flood, there was Jesus and then the apocalypse. Man and humanity have had their chances. So at the end of the day I'm going to place my bet on God. If the Gustapo new world government ever comes to life I'd rather die for God and Liberty than become a drone for the State.

An Ode to the Struggle

Yeah everybody wanna rap. Hey yo look at snitches talkin about the trap. Yeah you the trap the five oh lookin to snag. Well all I got on is the flag and I suppose the trap just can't handle that. Lock me up and throw away the key. Damn what's a rambler gonna do when all the religions are beatin on me? Fear is in the eye of the beholder, I'm the short stack like we playin poker. Just a few years older but I play with the big dogs because of my shoulders. You won't find me in a folder because I'm point click delete like a soldier. If this comes off to hard then man you're playing the wrong cards. Yeah I've got some scars like Solo banging his ship amongst the stars. I am the rouge one and you're just a storm trooper acting like the chosen one. Nah I ain't won, still shoot myself if I ever use a gun. So just disregard me dude because this verse won't march any boots compared to your shoes. And thats just the truth like some gospel they'll never use.

Issues Pt 2

I wish God would would excuse my suicide because I can't find a reason to stay alive. I was so young the last time I prayed that God cursed me into being better off dead anyway. I turn my head to the sky and try to get a reply one more time but God is dead to me, I can feel it in my eye. I never intended to have this issue, I just wanted to get Pussy in droves like two by two. I'll be damned by a lack of confidence. Now all that's left is a suicidal circumstance. What started with a GO-T and some tennis shoes, turned to a shriveled dick, flabby abs, new insecurities waiting for a heart attack. Kaboom! There goes my brothers gun as my brains flow down the wall like my disease is the runs. Yup, staring at an unhealthy shit with this bitch in my head telling me to stay positive. I ask her if she loves me, she finds a drug dealer skating on some wee and says he's pretty. Sometimes I try to measure up, but I just end up being a turtle head with the wrong head using a penis pump to pay for a hookers lunch. I put whores on their backs and beat the Pussy up then hand them dollar bills to say that it was good. I close my eyes and open my third eye to jerk off to models that send me pictures captioned with "I wish your little dick was this guy". Because that's who my sister wants me to be. Wearing boots cuz I'm country living back woods like a hillbilly and my Deliverance is incest because it's all in the family. So dear God plz help because I've got issues.

The Revelations of Jon the Ghost

So I am watching "Ancient Aliens" on the History Channel and they are talking about people being obucted and sent back to earth being preprogrammed for some secret mission to come. It sounds like every science fiction movie I've ever seen and book I've ever read. That includes the "Holy Bible". I feel as if the conflict is whether these extra terrestrials are demons or angels. The scripture about the rapture talks about angels taking Gods chosen people from this planet to spare them from the hell to come. Jahovahs Witnesses profess 144,00 chosen people to be spared from Gods wrath. 144,000 spared people is an actual number prophesied in the "Book of Revelations". Satanists like to use math and the common denominator of 144 is 12. 12, 6, 4, 3, 2 and 1 can all make 12. What does that mean? Who the hell knows. I'm sure 666 can be mathematically equated through any of those dividends. Which brings up the quote "the devil is in the details". So I suppose my question is... are aliens the angels our bibles tell is about or are they the renegade demons set in motion to undermine the creator of the universes? These are questions I don't think humanity can ever solve. If aliens exist the worlds governments still do not share with the earths people the truth about their existence. Which only says that mans only goal is supreme power over this planet. The "Holy Bibles" New Testament is fiercely correlated with every alien theory known to man. Which I suppose tells me that God does exist. Maybe the devil doesn't come from below. Maybe he comes from above. The only certainty in the Bible is that man is the cause of the fall of man.

Just pulled up in my new 80,000$ Lac. Ain't it about a bitch that I hopped out the back. But I guess that's what makes me first class. My brother in the driver seat. My chick suckin his dick but at least they call me money. I can't even control the radio. I took is to the top and these hoes still don't feel rock and roll. Now the cameras are flashing. Wifey wiping off my brothers jizz from her Gucci glasses. She runs her hands thru her hair. Dick sucking hair is about to be the new trend this year. 10,000$ on her pearl necklace. And if you ask my little bro, he will say that's where his cum is. I guess that's how it is when you're lifeless. Sipping whiskey on a Hollywood billboard. Brother sucking vodka and tequila out of Wiley's belly button and all my agency whores. Yeah so you can just call me el jeffe. I'm the leader of this outfit but y'all can have the pusseey

To High for a Video

From the perspective I just watched "13th" in....... Well, shit. When I think about all the hardships in my own life I am perplexed that African Americans and Homosexuals haven't violently retaliated. And yet despite the media calling the protests we have had over the last few years, no one has died. No one has been severely beaten. There are no martyrs. Which I suppose is a good thing for both sides of the argument. Maybe for once we can actually give the media credit for using its freedom of press powers in semi-constructive way. They could have cameras around for years, and yet when you put the camera in a camera in a civilians hand and give them free access to social media well then free press is now the hands of the people. And with this blessed enlighten of modern civil liberties we should be having legitimate discussions about prison reform, criminal justice reform and race relations. Oh. Wait. The Libertarian ticket had the most ideas and solutions for prison reform, justice reform and the drug war but the media kept us from getting our "fair share" of national media coverage and excluded us from every Presidential debate. So we had to use the free internet. We totally took 5% of the vote by the way. Damn, maybe one of us should have shot a Republican. Probably could have allowed us to get passed Aleppo Gate...................................Oh shit my bad. Side affects of marijuana use. Sometime you get distracted by a fly on the wall or if your VP nominee ate all the Doritos on the ride to the studio in the middle of having to answer who your favorite work leader is. I probably would have just said Captain Crunch but the liberal media probably would have just said that mascot is a discriminatory reflection of other pirate mascots in the Cereal World. So let me holler at African Americans, Muslims, Mexican and homosexuals for a minute. This documentary did open my eyes. I guess mostly because I didn't want to believe that Trump had one and already his spooks were on the trolling war path. There, as a white guy I've given you a racist word used against blacks to now use against Trump supporters. Anyway, back to the rant. I didn't want to believe it because I was still having ideological battles with democrats. Now it's almost like we have to get along and they are about to squash the Libertarian Party like Republicans squashed the Tea Party. And before you get your "Progressive" panties in a bunch the original manifesto had some very good Libertarian concepts in it. But leave it to a rich who're man to pat Tim on the back and say good job as he takes his idea and shits all over it. Essentially what I am trying to say is that we really do need to stop Trump. If we can't unelect him we need to make sure that all four years are a nightmare for him and to not be intimidated. Democrats need to start reaching out to Libertarians and other independent groups that think Democrats are just a bunch of socialist cry baby hippies in a way that shows an effort to reach the middle and common ground. I mean if want to stop Hitler Fascism we are more than willing to help. However, if you won't even here us out either then we will just take our guns, weed and bibles and sit on our porches watching y'all kill each other until we can take control. And that is my direct message to people among minority communities. The Clintons just got out on blast in this documentary as being guilty in it too. Your own party needs to be cleaned out and reformed and reminded why they hide behind the veil of being the "people party". There is only one "Peoples Party" and we are the Libertarians. We may sound crazy, but that's just because we treat you like a person and not just a drone ready to shit their pants because ISIS has guns and Twitter. I ask that you all look into guys like Ron Paul and Austin Peterson. Even Rand Paul. If you want to hear ideas about these issues I just saw in this documentary then don't go Democrat. The movie itself says they have known about it for years and gives Cory Booker the next guy in line to the White House his glorifying cameo. Even had Nwet Gingrich in the damn thing. That alone is enough to make everyone question of this will be dealt with at all or if a bunch of people just got together again to shed light on an issue for ratings and to put Political Hopefuls behind something that can win a campaign. If they really wanted to impress me Ron Paul would have had a cameo talking about how he made it one of the biggest issues in the Republican primary in 2012. So for now I'll rest my case. I hope Bernie calls in a favor to Obama to stop terrorizing those Native Americans in North Dakota.

2016: The Rural Awakening

Libertarian Presidential nominee Austin Peterson gave a pretty good description of the importance of the electoral college on his YouTube channel after the election. I'll try and summarize it the best I can for the people who read me and shit on Libertarians in positions to enact change. The electoral college is in place to ensure that elections are fair. To create a checks and balance system so that mass population areas like metropolis cities can't silence the voices of small rural towns. No one denies that Hillary Clinton won the popular vote. However, all the major cities in America can easily silence the voices of rural Americans every election cycle. New York City and Los Angeles alone probably can fill the state population of at least ten states. Therefore the importance of the electoral college should be pretty clear. If we disbanded it, then the course of America would be dictated by those living in major cities. People living on ranches and farms would be forgotten until the organic produce at Whole Foods finally runs out. I hate writing this knowing so many people will think I am in support of Trumps victory but I don't have a choice. Rural America decided this election and city folks are pissed they chose white fascists. I can see why city progressives would be mad. I can see why they see themselves as so self righteous to tell a simpleton what is best for them. But that isn't freedom. That surely isn't democracy. The electoral college exists so that these simple "racist" people can still have a voice. It is a sign of how far our country has gone from believing in freedom and democracy to jump strait toward abolishing something in place to give a voice to the smallest of the small voices in America instead of taking a trip to the heartland over revisiting the Hamptons or South Beach. The reaction by democrats shows how superficial America is as a nation. More concerned about the outward appearance than what really goes on in the middle. That is unless of course Native Americans are about to lose their land to a pipe line or a logging company wants to cut down trees in Yellow Stone. Meanwhile these so called "earth lovers" use the same amount of paper if not more to make their protest signs. Don't give Starbucks shit for putting their coffee into paper cups every day. They bitch about green energy and still none of them drive a fuckin Prius. Don't get me wrong. Based on the rhetoric Trump used through out his campaign to embolden these white nationalists and then giving them high level cabinet positions is scary. But if you truly believe in democracy then you have to swallow this pill. If you're a democrat you should really be asking yourself what you did wrong to lose the hearts and minds of Americas heartland instead putting your place in one of Americas metropolitan areas above the concerns of simpletons. If you believe in freedom, if you believe in democracy, if you truly believe that as a democrat you speak for all those people with simple middle class and poor working jobs then ask yourselves why did the simple working poor middle class turn their backs on you? Democrats aren't about the middle class or labor anymore. All they care about is gay people getting married, women getting abortions, global warming and a tax system where everyone pays their fair share of taxes for all the federally run programs they want to bring into existence. For example, what good is free college if there isn't a strong competitive market for educated people to work in? Oh, but wait! The minimum wage is going to be set at 15$ an hour so that your useless free degree can justify you working at McDonalds. This is why I became a Libertarian. Democrats lost Obamas heart land because hope and change didn't lead to more freedom for simpletons. It lead to socialist ideas that provided growth only for inner city union worker jobs. All Democrats care about are Chicago and Detroit and yet Flint Michigan still doesn't have clean water. Obama speaks daily about the affects of global warming and still supports the pipe line through native territory in North Dakota. So back to the electoral college. It honestly did its job and due diligence. It spoke for the small simpleton rural American worried about this country. Who knew the majority of those people doing those simpleton jobs were still white. If you listened to enough democrats you would think all those jobs would be held by Mexicans. At the same time, if you listened to Donald Trump you would think all those jobs were being stolen by Mexicans. The truth is that because of television ads and what not, we base our elections and polls on the most populated areas in this country assuming people in some backwoods shack can't afford cable. Yeah, maybe those people are behind the time and slow on social liberty progress. But when was the last time democrats did a damn thing for rural America? When was the last time Republicans did a damn thing for rural America? In all honesty, America was pretty damn good for rural America when there was no shame in saying nigger, queer and spick. I guess speaking for uneducated folks is easier than actually educating them.

Ok America, the election is finally over. It was the most brutal and disgusting one probably in our history. We were forced to choose between scandals and racism and never truly got to the bottom of any policies. So let's take a step back. As of right now minority groups aren't out rioting and looting and raping as Trump proposed they do. And at the same time Trump supporters aren't flying around town in their lifted trucks waving confederate flags screaming "white power". So let's give ourselves as Americans some credit for not being the evil in which the rhetoric of this election has painted us to be. If we have anything at all to hang our hats on, it is that we are not the stereotypes the candidates turned us into dividing us to our very moral cores. In essence you can say that racism and sexism ruled the day but as of right now, women are still allowed to work. There hasn't been a spike in sexual assaults and it's been about a month or so since a black person was shot by a police officer. What we should take from this is that in our day to day lives people are out on a normal Wednesday coexisting and getting by. It is only on social media as usual that we are expressing our free right of speech to continue dividing ourselves. I have participated in my share of the doom and gloom scenarios of a Trump presidency and I woke up to a world that was the same as it was yesterday. I am still waiting for love to save me but held up by a Facebook gym partner with matching shoes. My grandma said "good morning Jon" with her typical sarcastic tone reminding me that no matter what I do, I am dead. Donald Trump isn't going to fix that. Hillary Clinton wouldn't have either. It still the same shit on a different day. So now democrats are calling for a revolutionary march on Washington to stop Trump. Comedians are waiting for impeachment trials so they can write "Celebrity Apprentice" jokes. If this is how you feel then maybe you should stop and realize that political and are a reflection of our attitudes as a country. Maybe we as people should cross the isles first. Maybe Hillary trolls should shake hands with Trump trolls and get to the bottom of what is really hurting us as a society. Sure it may be scary to be a Jew or a Muslim or a homosexual or a Mexican or a black person in a room full of alt-right supremacists but if it never happens then we won't ever understand each other. Because to be perfectly honest, these alt-right trolls probably still go to jobs everyday where there is a minority working along side of them and they hide their racism because they don't want to go to jail or get their ass kicked. I'll be honest. I used to be kind of racist. Eight years ago I would have been a very vocal Trump supporter. What changed me was living and working along side of people I thought were the problem. And the longer I hung out with them and worked with them I discovered that we aren't very different at all. Within all cultures seemed to be a little piece of American Culture. From BBQ ribs, iced tea and cars we as Americans share a culture. And I'm sure there are many other examples. And if you segregate yourself to only being around progressive liberals or evangelical alt-right conservatives then we won't ever elect a leader that unifies the country. We have to unify ourselves. Social media is a great platform for this to happen. The question is, can we stop insulting each other long enough to have real conversations? We all woke up today. The end of the world did not come. Jesus did not sound the trumpet and take away the righteous for the Devils reign on earth. And every day that doesn't happen is a chance for us to come together as a country so that that day never comes. ✌️️✌🏻✌🏼✌🏽✌🏾✌🏿

They want a Spin Off?

Spencer walks into an eloquent building with marble floors wearing her most expensive pant suit. She has just accepted a position with FBI in Albuquerque New Mexico. Being a North Eastern girl from Rosewood she anticipates that she can handle these simple hill Billy farmer types. With her genius she can hold a good majority. However, her superior introduces her Tony the town vigilantey. They square off in an elaborate board room where he is already agitated by government bill shit. Yet, from staring upon his worn and rebellious gaze... Tue bags under his eyes, his unpressed blazer, his dusty boots, his 5 o clock shadow that is probably a few weeks old, Spencer's cannot decide if she wants to fuck him or kill him. The vigilantey upon s ring himself thinks the same thing. Spencer knows she is going to need her truest friends from Rosewood to deal with this Cowboy. The Cowboy grins to signify the he is calling her bluff praying that through love they can save this fictional city.

What does it matter that a Canadian supports Donald Trump? It's not like they can vote in an American election. Plus, how can we blame a "foreigner" for sharing values with evidently so many people who can vote. Now if you want to make me guilty by association what can I really do about it? I have given all of my heart and all of my opinions and at the end of the day, my heart, my opinions and my over all worth as human being are not mine at all. So forgive me if I have thrown my hat into the foreign ring for love. Forgive me if I have tried to elevate myself from the pain of being a US Citizen that is dead to American society. Y'all are angry because I did not choose someone who y'all thought was acceptable. Y'all are angry because my voice goes to a Canadian who obviously has racial insecurities. Giving this person excuses? That would imply that I am more than a figment of imagination. That my work means something to people. As far as I'm concerned, this person is completely human and capable of making his own rational thoughts. Truthfully, what do any of my objections really mean? Seems to me as if y'all are simply mad that I didn't pick one of y'all. Pick a person who has tried to say that I should focus on being their emulation. Well the heart and the cock want what the heart and the cock want. Association will not be in the voting booth with me on November 8th. The vote I have chosen to cast and have spent my insignificant life fighting for will not even register on yalls radar. All I am is the association to a white racist Canadian. And honestly, if that means I get to know a woman's touch that loves me, I could give a shit less! I've spent my entire life struggling. Trying to find a place where I fit in. Trying to find a woman that puts me above everyone else. And honestly, it only makes sense that I would find this woman outside of the American obligation. So call me a Trump lover. Hate me for being a foreigner blind to what actually matters in America. Obviously my personal work does not reflect the opinions of the person that I have chosen to label myself as... But again, what does it really matter? So I couldn't change a Canadians view about who should be running America. In then end, if shit goes wrong he will be able to flee back to Canada. It seems to me a pretty logical excuse to have a friend that could assist in my own escape. Because staying here, fighting for Libertarian principals is a completely hopeless cause. For if Trump wins simply because I associated with a Canadian, then we were all doomed to begin with. In my heart and soul I know that I did what I could to share the truth. It is yalls own ignorance to leave me stranded here on ground zero looking for a way to save myself and my family. On Election Day my vote is going to Garry Johnson. My association to democrats and republicans makes absolutely no fucking difference shielded by that shower current and my 100% unique social security number. Being condemned in the public eye???? Well that really rests on the shoulders of the woman I have chosen to love. Given the circumstances, her best option is to leave me here where the real suffering will occur and escape with her Trump supporting mate behind walls of security. In the most hopeful of scenarios, I can find a way to sway this Canadians opinion. But truth be told, I haven't swayed the mind of a damn soul in this country. No matter how much I write, study, or record videos, I am not a living breathing human soul. Everyone lives to be who I should be. Accept my deal with the devil. At least I'll finally be with a woman who loves me. A woman who doesn't care how much I eat or drink. But based on the response I am getting, I won't even get to secure that deal with the devil. Simply because it's the wrong fuckin devil. So in retrospect, me not being able to love a beautiful and exotic Canadian woman is God simply still looking out for me. I guess the shitty thing is figuring out how God will protect me when judgment comes. So y'all can keep talking all this shit and I really don't care. My work, my actions and my words speak for them self. The fact that I am dead makes no difference to me. I'm just a ghost trying to stay a ghost. If y'all really cared about me and the woman I love, y'all would vote the way I am going to vote where YouTube videos, tv cameos and twitter feeds don't mean shit. It's just you as an individual behind a current making your own choice. Where no one can truly know how you voted or judge you for being a hypocrite when you reveal yourself from that shroud. In the end, only God can judge us all. What the American public chooses to label me as makes absolutely no fuckin difference. Again, I'm already dead and have been dismissed as a ghost. Resurrected as Trump or Clinton don't mean shit except how much money I stand to gain or lose. Obviously the woman I love doesn't seem to be worried about that outcome. Worst case scenario, I land up back at grandmas house with millions of haters. Same place my ghost currently exists. What I have done with my life making absolutely no fucking difference. So tell me again how I brought about the end of the world when I did everything I could to prevent it! ALL IN ALL.... YALL CAN SINPKY GO FUCK YOURSELVES! ILL SEE YOU IN HELL!

Cheers

Cheers! I'm sitting here with this little bottle of liquor broke with nothing to do. How about you. Well my dear got to see a deer and now I'm and evil hunter on top of not being a queer. Ah the power of the cunt to make me feel guilty for going hunting once in my life 20 yrs ago. And the highlight was beating my older cousin in a dune buggy race where my dad ended whooping my ass blue. Yeah everybody knows me. This chip in my head only brings out repressed feelings. Hmm.. What can I do? Bitch goes out all over town and hides it from me because my ex bitch has been dating a faggot for 5 years ya see. Oh so it starts with snaps from the gym and then the weekend comes around and her cunt is getting filled by queer ass jizz. Guess I'm just the evil guy for saying faggot. I'm just the evil guy cuz all these faggots won't live out loud because it will negatively affect their high class life styles. But put the fat strait guy to the flames. Tell him unless he sides with all the framers he don't mean a thing. But that's just Hollywood. Everybody has to suck a dick even if you don't sick dick or pretend that you don't like the taste of dick. It's really all rather hard to tell. Got the best dressed blonde bitch with queer puppets that hear orders yelled. And here is me, here is we, the devil is a vindictive cunt named Beyonceeeeee with a white girl mask on hiding Lindsey Lohan giving you herpes. And these stupid bitches keep saying feminism isn't winning. If you're not a faggot... You can't even use dick magic. Unless you're black. Cuz white beckys with the good hair ain't about to lose their weave!

Family

If I were to finally become a millionaire the first thing I would do Is pay off my personal debts. Then seeing as how my Grandma and Sister are deathly Ill I'd pay off my grandmas mortgage. I'd invite my brother and sister to live in the family house where the utilities would be split. By split I mean that I'd turn the lights back on if they get shut off. And if they take advantage they can squat in this beautiful house huddling next to a trash fire. If the yard goes to shit. That's on them. We all grew up in this house and it is a part of our name and our legacy. I refuse to be the only to keep this legacy alive when I didn't even get all the support I needed to carry it. Now if my dad and uncle refuse to let my brother and sister have this house, I will not interject. I'll still pay off the mortgage and they can decide from there what they wish to do. For my mother and father I still wish to give them the bar and grill they always wanted. One with enough funds to make it a success for the struggle we all went through in their loss of the American dream. Despite my issues with my father I still have a lot of respect for him. He was always there. Maybe not in the way I needed him to be, and even intentionally tried to block my path, it is the least I can do for him. The issue that presents itself now is that people want to say that I still cannot do what it is very prevalent that I can do. Sure there are many ways and reasons that I can fail but my mindset is that where I fail in one genre, I will excel in another. That was what investing is all about. I do not believe that investing in my family is a bad thing. However, subjecting my nephew to wear a crown my brother or sister could not carry is not what I'm about. We were all raised under the same house. Yet we were all raised by a separate set of rules. What I stand to potentially gain I built and created through my own hard work and dedication. My family has not supported me or acknowledged that any of this shit is even real. What I owe to them is their unconditional love to give me a car with no air conditioning that no bitch wants to ride in. A home where I do not have to pay rent or food costs and an occasional argument about how much I drink. These debts I am more than willing to pay. The truth among these matters is that all of what I do in pursuit of my dreams would be even more impossible if I had to worry constantly about shelter and food. Carrying people has been an issue in subliminal discussions. I will carry my family, but it will be on my terms. I will not be overly gracious because they have not been overly gracious with me. They think I am as crazy and as indebted to the hood as all my haters say I am. The way my family has treated me plays as much a role as how my haters have treated me. The only thing that delegates them is my own cowardess to truly accomplish my goals on my own. The truth is that we all need help. Even if you have to fight and scrap around every person you are indebted to. Even if it is impossible to show those you have indebted yourself to that your vision is worth their support. Given my stance on politics, that battle has been very hard given that this house is a staple of the community. I have achieved a small success in my parents openly supporting Libertarianism. This struggle to get people to embrace real change is harder than anyone can imagine. My family loves me. Even tho what people know about me and my family makes me feel that isn't true. It's better for all of us that I am crazy and they stay blind to it. Because if I fail at least I'll have pleasant visits from Guantanamo Bay or the Psych Ward. The battle at hand now is putting an actual $ sign in front of this "craziness". It will take a certain level of bravery to many Americans do not have. I can play by some rules. I have the luxury of craziness right now to not have to abide by none. Through negotiations I'm sure I will have to surrender a good amount of ideas. To the hard cores out there, this will be a form of seeking out. What truly matter is that if the following is large enough, what will have to be surrendered will be minimal. A thing I'm not sure my "love" salvation really understands. Siding with me could hurt them. There is no garuntee I can carry or support them. That is the only truth in all of this. Am I worth the possible cost to "love"? Or should I just fade away into oblivion? That is my daily struggle. Subliminal messaging gives me hope to endure. Reality strikes me at 10 AM everyday where I'm just another screw up making shit pay because the name and work history on my resume aren't worth shit! This is the American Dream. 27 is an age so young to so many people. People that are 50 haven't sacrificed as much as I have even if no one recognizes it. And that is the hardest part of the cross I will have to bare if I do not succeed. That all the struggle I put myself through will only matter and exist in my own memories.

The Soldier

A soldier walks into the bar where Cash works. The soldier lays his money down and asks for a beer and a shot. Cash gratefully obliges the soldier in his jungle fatigues. The soldier quickly downs the shot and chugs the beer. Cash respectfully asks him for his payment and without a blink the soldier hands him his credit card flashing his military ID. Cash then runs the card and thanks him for his service. The soldier then replies... "Thanks. I really really appreciate that." He then turns around and walks out the door. Now immediately Cash did not give any thought to the soldiers reaction. But later on as he sipped his beer and whiskey he realized that most soldiers come to the bar as civilians but always show their military IDs. The ones who come in uniform are always dressed in desert fatigues or their formal uniforms. What stood out in Cash's semi drunken thought was that when thanking them for their services, all other soldiers respond with "thank you for your support." But here was this soldier. In fatigues you would only see in Vietnam movies or on the show "Narcos". A soldier seemingly careless as to whether what he did was supported or not. His appreciation of Cash's gesture ultimately seeming as sarcasm. Far from the response the national guard or recruiters might give. Here was a man in his uniform that could very well have killed people in service to his country. Cash took another drink and thought to himself, "was this some sort of threat? Was this the government saying they knew where he is and that he could be eliminated easily?" Obviously a real field soldier could probably eliminate Cash rather easily. Cash wasn't in the best physical condition and hand to hand combat with a real field soldier is far from tossing drunk homeless people and washed up thugs from a bar. As the scenario played out in his head he realized that only heart could save him. If this man was a soldier prepared to meet him on some sort of battle field, a victory for Cash would have to be of Devine intervention. This lead Cash to start thinking about the revolution. The revolution where some of Cash's shadier acquaintances may come into question. Of course a violent revolution would help drug smugglers, human traffickers and arms dealers. The end game for all these types of people is always money. And a violent revolution in the United States would turn some of the most powerful people in the underworld into some major players in the real world. Now Cash did not know any of these types personally. But he assumed that if this soldier was sent to give him a message, he knew that he was deeper on the radar of both sides than he could have possibly imagined. It's one thing to get threats from thugs trying to make a name for themselves amongst the higher ups in their gangs. It's completely different when a man with a fresh cut and where's a clean pair of jungle gear and buys a shot and a beer from you. Cash supports the military men and women. He may not support the orders the government hands down to them, but he respects anyone who shows the courage to fight for something they may not believe in. Cash and his ideological revolution wanted to help veterans and active service people. Cash did not believe in pointless wars over seas that only benefitted politicians and the super rich. And although Cash saw the drug war as a waste of tax payer money and saw all the first hand injustices it brought to an average citizens civil rights, he often forgot that the war was very real. That even though in his ideological revolution he was on the side of the people caught in the cross fire of this war, that the war itself was very real. Ideology lands people in some pretty shitty circumstances. Nelson Mandela went to prison for thirty years. Jesus Christ was beaten and then nailed to a cross. In between he supposed was Martin Luther King and Malcom X. Hell, he was even willing to throw in John Lennon even though he despised all of his socialist views. Cash chugged the rest of his beer and assumed that death was inevitable. He figured that a lot can happen in fours years and 2020 was still a long ways away. He could not afford to be seen at secret underground meetings, nor would any conspirator give him access given the surveillance he was under. But somehow he felt that lines were being drawn. He prayed that ideology still had a chance.

Dreams

A guy wearing a bullet proof vest with dread locks and a pistol brings him an old office phone. One of the ones with chords and the little buttons and lights to indicate the lines in use and says... "Gods on the line." He frantically rushes to find a phone jack in the courtyard of the apartment complex he is in. After a short search he finds one next to an outdoor wall outlet. He plugs it in. The phone rings. "Hello... God?" A woman's voice with an English accent responds on the other end. "Yes, this is God?" He then responds without hesitation or fear really. Gets strait to the point? "What is the truth God?" "The truth is things aren't right with the world. No one is listening anymore. I've lost all touch with religious groups." "So, if you're saying that the world is coming to an end as predicted in revelations, then why haven't you raptured your true believers yet?" "Revelations? Rapture? Where does it say that?" "You don't know the words of your own book?" "Of course I do. I'm just waiting for true believers." *Click* He takes the phone away from his head and gazed at it in bewilderment. He then hangs up the phone and runs to get back into formation. He suddenly stops and goes back for the phone. He figured maybe God might call back.

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