..........Whiskey and Rant Time.................
In this ever changing society a life of vice is often lamented but rarely pursued. This new century has given bloom to what germinated in the 80's and 90's. Pop culture, media hype, and the notion that someone somewhere in a position to make decisions for us, might actually know what is good for us. Who would think that those suit wearing, camera smiling politico's, if taken for the values of their actions would rank highest on the FBI's most wanted list and our own governing branches, Judicial, Legislative, and Executive would be the top 3 organizations on any gang unit. Yet, these people are supposed to tell us what is good for us and how we should depict ourselves. Wait, I'm sorry, I lied, I forgot, those guys have as much pull on society as a limp wristed cerebral palsy patient jerking off. No, Capitol Hill simply has a vast money hole in its pocket and a military might intimidates yet scares no one. When it comes to herding sheep, as is the case these days, look to the other coast for the shepherds, Hollywood, L.A. All those sights and sounds flowing through your stereos and across your TV screens are the shepherds hook, and they just keep yanking, sheering more wool off your backs as if it was the money in your wallet, or is it? The black sheep, us who wear convention as a torn, tattered, burnt bathrobe doused in the gasoline of sin and set ablaze by the heat of our actions, they still exist, just as they did 230 years ago, we just don't dress the same. Nor did they in the 60's and 70's, but the same motivation was there, to defy the rules and make a change. Change is good, without it Darwin would have been a single celled amoeba replicating with himself. I say this, a call to arms, to defy a defunct stagnant system whose direction will surely lead to A Brave New World of 1984, let us crank our music so loud they can't hear us, and then let our voices be heard. Spike the punchbowl at their parties and when they get drunk find out what they really think. Hell, whatever it is, do, let people know, that beneath the shiny veneer, the velvet cloth, that there is a filthy world of inspiration and freedom.
"A Drunken person's words,
Are a Sober person's thoughts"
BTW, I do know I'm using a communication medium used by the same people I just denounced. Remember, it originally a device to convey thoughts and Ideas as I have. Nit picking motherfuckers..................
