Our culture is just the worst, dear reader, I’m sure I don’t have to tell you. But god damn people are fucking dim. I don’t know how you deal with it.

The good news is today I got paid a not insignificant amount to sit in a pub for two hours and eat bacon. The world works in mysterious ways.

N.P.: “Take Me with U” – Prince

My old friend The Rain is coming back to town tomorrow. Finally. It’s been far too long. I get it though. He’s kind of a moody dude. Rather particular about where he spends his time. I don’t blame him. I wouldn’t spend much time in Anhedonia if I was a force of nature either. Wait a minute…I am a force of nature. So what the fuck am I doing here? Maybe I’ll ask him that when we meet up for lunch tomorrow.

N.P.: “Hush” – Gotthard

Guess who’s coming to town, dear reader…go on, guess. Since you can’t guess, I will tell you: Winter! Sorry, Fall…Summer ate up all your time with his rude refusal to get the hell out, never mind what the calendar has say about it. So fine…we’re going to go bone dry fire weather to to subfreezing temperatures and rain/snow in roughly 36 hours. We don’t need no meteorological segues. I’ll take it. The nights are now longer than the days and shall only get more so for another month. Let there be night.

N.P.: “Life’s a Bitch” – Accept

Today started and stayed with me in one of the most foul moods I’ve ever been in. Just a mushroom-cloud-layin’ day. Actually had to quit doing errands and come home for the greater good and to avoid a body count.
But it ended up ending pretty well. Yeah.

N.P.: “Small World” – Skold

Unrealistically tired. But still managing to get an impressive amount of writing done, and I think most of it is really good (jury’s still out on the rest, but it’s probably pretty damn good too (been on a bit of an inexplicable roll, lately)). Maybe exhaustion is the key. Maybe surfing the edge of complete psychological and physical collapse in the fuel I need.
So be it. Back to work.

N.P.: “Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With Me” – Fantomas

Got nothing tonight, dear reader. Too exhausted. On all fronts.

N.P.: “Let’s Go Crazy” – the one and only PPL MVR

Wrote a lot today. Didn’t do too badly yesterday either. But these three hour nights have to stop. Good lord. In fact, on that note, I’m going to bed.

N.P.: “Slither” – Velvet Revolver

Reader, what the fuck are we going to do? This culture…it is absolutely intolerable. I suspect you feel the same way. Like Idiocracy isn’t nearly as funny as it used to be because it fucking came true. Arguably the worst, least interesting, and stupidest culture in the history of the world. And we’re stuck here. In the middle of it. I have felt very much as if I’m in The Matrix much of the time during the last few months. Just walking around, looking at these people and inside thinking, “You poor pathetic fucks. Everything you know is wrong. Everything you think is of paramount importance or essential is at best an illusion, at worst, a brutally cruel joke.”
I don’t know, dear reader. But I’m open to suggestions.

N.P.: “Weatherman” – Dead Sara

What’s crackin’, dear reader. So the other night…when was it…Saturday? Yeah, Saturday…I wrote a bit about the importance of hate. It’s a topic that “triggers” the psychologically weaker among us, their pathetically fragile little psyches being simply too delicate and fragile to handle certain brutal truths of life, like hate, vengeance, death, unfairness, and the overall arbitrary chaos that seems to govern our universe.
As I said then, I was not specifically endorsing hate, nor was I advocating choosing hate over love or anything like it. My comments were directed to the rather vocal snowflakes whom, in their quest for an unrealistic and actually impossible constant positivity, attempt to not only repress their own “negative,” primal, animalistic emotions, but to also oppress these emotions or feelings in everybody else. Which is absurd, and, as I said, ultimately impossible. The more one tries to repress, suppress, or oppress these emotions in oneself or anyone else, the worse the result will be when these emotions or aspects of the human personality inevitably boil over and run riot over and destroy their captors.
But the people decrying hate the loudest, the “politically correct,” are not talking about actual hate at all…they are talking about anyone who has opinions that differ from their party line. That’s been going on for decades, most noticeably and disgustingly in our education system, from grade school through post-grad school. Now there is talk of attempting to ban or make illegal “hate speech.” It’s getting late, so I’ll cut to the chase: certain constructs do not suffer qualification. These concepts exist in their essence, and to slap qualifiers and modifiers in front of them actually void their meanings. Here’s what I mean: take the concept of justice. There is either justice or there is not. Something is either just or it is unjust. That’s it and that’s all. Put a qualifier in front of it (e.g. “social justice”) and you’re asking for trouble. Here’s why: if you can even accurately define “social justice,” you’ll find that the social injustices that it allegedly targets are really, simply, just injustices. Who or what would it benefit to attempt to cleave this set of injustices off from all the of injustices in the world. I’ll let you figure that one out yourself, but here’s a big hint: just look at this “banning hate speech” horseshit. The concept of speech is the same as the concept of justice: it doesn’t need any qualification. There is speech or there is not speech. And because it’s not just you and me here, dear reader, I should probably explain to the members of the herd that “speech” here does not mean talking or using one’s voice. It means the right to express your or anyone else’s opinion in written or verbal form, or through any other media. In the United States, using the definition I’ve just propounded supra, virtually all speech is protected. Yes, I know about shouting fire in a theater, talking about bombs whilst in an airport or on a plane, making terrorist threats…these are not what we are not talking about when we refer to “speech.” So there is no qualifier that can in any way mitigate our First Amendment rights. The Bible – protected. The Quran – protected. The Torah – protected. Mein Kampf – protected. The Satanic Bible – protected. My bullshit – protected. All of it. It is all constitutionally protected.
But the politically correct are so fragile that they can’t possibly even exist in the same world with scary concepts that are different from there own. So they are attempting to label as different and thus separate and thus maybe not protected by the Constitution something they call (but cannot really define) “hate speech.” Like the social justice example above, anything that could be considered “hate speech” is really just, still, simply, “speech.” As “hateful” and mean-spirited and antisocial as it might be, as long as it is just the expression of ideas, it is speech, and it is protected.

N.P.: “Woke Up This Morning (The Sopranos Mix)” – Alabama 3

Edgy as hell today, dear reader. Almost defenestrated a small child through a stained glass window (I didn’t do it, but he totally had it coming), and gave The Glare at a couple of morons who wilted instantly.
I had planned on continuing last night’s screed here tonight, but at this point it’s probably better for the greater good if I just put myself to bed. I’ll find you here tomorrow.

N.P.: “Happens to the Heart” – Leonard Cohen