Smack my Gubmant up....

The sweet stench of failure is wafting under my hairy nostrils once again; this time it is coming from the putrid, rotten winds that are blowing out of our 'nation's' Capitol ( more like Capital )...for it is the eve of the eve of the threatened shutdown, wherein the Retardlicans show their blatantly racist, inner Klan-hearts, and parade their Cruz-dicks in front of the Fox-puppets with incredible lack of proficiency. I am attempting, albeit in vain I fear, to numb myself with a few legal pain killers this very night - maybe I'll get the nerve to go and race some 'cross in the slop tomorrow...surely that will burn off the demons that will haunt my Monday from Heaven...

...which is, of course, code for trying to avoid any credible news outlets in hopes of avoiding the irreconcilable grief and shame I have in our 'leaders' and the Koch Brothers who pull their obvious strings. Although the Left has made a few notable strides since the 2012 elections, I see little light at the end of the clogged tunnel: poverty and discrimination are explicit in a corporate 'democracy'. I have been a card-carrying Socialist since I was a teenager - over 20 years now - and the conditions of our future forecast continue to degrade further than I ever imagined possible...to say that it resembles a broken record, skipping on 'Cats in the Cradle' eternally is the under-statement of the century. The American Dream is not only an illusion perpetuated by the nearsighted, but it is more of a Nightmare in which we are the Zombies...watching ourselves on screen, unaware of the implicit paradox we have become. If only I was not part of the problem: the myth lives healthily in my scaffolded delusions as well...