Voodoo For Amateurs

 

Hombres, I don't know what you are into, but, me, I'm an intubating ass motherfucker.   And that's not to say I intubated one goddam smiling motherfucker.   I'm all the way pro the procedure of it.  I don't have to intubate one goddam stupid punk.   They do it at the hospital, bud.

At the very beginning of the pandemic the news reported that patients diagnosed (we guess) with covid required a medical procedure.   A tube had to be ram-jammed down the patients glotis so to manage whatever the problem was, and each intubation, as the procedure was called, was billed to the federal government at $39,000. a pop.   

A load of covid sufferers were intubated.  A rather gruesome and, for the medical establishment, lucrative procedure.   With glowing cause and effect relationship.  If the patient has a  headache the doctor must prescribe two aspirin, a couple thousand dollars each. 

I just wanted to share the way business models play Monopoly with the media and the government.  And the medical establishment that profits from disease, no matter from whence in comes.   The news was buddy chums and pals to a cash flow system, government to service provider.   The people, the wee folk, are being made sick, and treated, all at once, on going, till the cows come home, we all croak.  

Cheers, yours truly.

New Feature: Fucking Sick Fairy Tales

 

Once  upon a time there was a heavy mauve dwarf.  It was a sub-human asshole, in the sense of having a really awful disposition, and it would always show up wherever nice people meet.   

Back then, in truncated nebulous timelines, there used to be a Unitarian Universalist Church right near here, in the Guano Forest, where all sorts of diverse and wonderful people met.  The Heavy Mauve Dwarf  began frequenting those lively, therapeutic church services.   

The dwarf was so ugly all the cosmetic surgery in the world couldn’t make it nearly as gorgeous as the late Michael Jackson or the currently authoritative 

Pam Bondi.   It’s appearance could be helped slightly if it invested in a wardrobe, but it wore ugly worn-out jeans and a tee shirt from some asshole bar in a state, out west, no one here gives a shit about.  No one in Pittsburgh gives a flying fuck about people in other locations.  But it has become a local tradition to pretend to, and to make fabulous shows of concern for victims of anything awful.  Leave it to assholes like the Dwarf to show up, and make everyone feel oogie. 

The Dwarf aside, church members ranged from mediocre to fabulous in beauty.   Some of the kind, generous free thinking Unitarian Universalists were physically and, dare it be noted here, sexually attractive.    

Men would congregate near the most attractive women, hoping to land some pussy.  But the Ugly Dwarf would walk up, and put the ladies off.    None of the women could get horny for a normal heterosexual man, because they were grossed out by the Ugly Dwarf.    No one got pussy.   And the men and women, alike, object to the use of violence.  No matter how bad the Ugly Dwarf needed it. 

Meetings at that formerly wonderful Unitarian Universalist Church sucked something awful after that.   Soon, no one cool came to church anymore.  Only the few sad assholes willing to hang out with the Ugly Mauve Dwarf.  No one worth pissing on knows what happened after that.  The whole point of Unitarian Universalism was pissed away, down the shit pipes of oblivion.  The end.

Color Blind Is Good

 

Nobody remembers the concept of equality called Color Blind.   If people were enlightened, they would have advanced past differentiating people by race or ethnicity.   Equal rights and status means not equating race with net worth, intelligence, honesty, validety etc.   Equal means equally accountable.   Shitsky.  Also, on the burly/hairy side of the matter,  people will never achieve equal social acceptance, irrespective of race, gender, or ethnicity.  People just don't fucking like one another all the same, Jesus fucking Christ...   Tough shit.   One needn't be a drooling racist asshole.   One can tolerate others, happy is piglets in crapola.

Color Blind is the goal.   People have been jerking off to the concept of liberation and equality while sustaining race politics.   That's the wrong way.   Reminding people that there is inequality doesn't do any good.   Virtue signalling is garbage.     Bullshit. Sucks. Assholes. Assholes.  Color Blind in the new Flower Power.  Peace is Flower Power.   Liberation is Flower Power.   Meditations, affirmations, love.

Flash Fiction: Great Prophylactics!

 

Great condoms, everyone.  Thanks for coming.   I think everyone is finished with the opening...the opening.   We're all finished with the opening and need to get to my speech.   I grew up during the sexual revolution, and became a horny older cuss...but that's irrelevant.  

It was a trend contained in a time chunky.  A thick chocolate candy bar of time.  Today, the American sexual revolution of the 1960s is mere old raisins suspended in chocolate.  

 Trends are all a type of ejaculation, after which stupid people imitate whatever they think attractive, successful people are doing.  I wish it was only sex, but it's everything aside from it as well.  Hence hideous results.  Ugly people make ugly kids, worsening with the unrolling future.  There are so many reasons to be anti-natalist.  I'd like to talk about one late morning where I live:

A family of four could live in one of the condoms a lady dropped on the terazo beside the elevator , accidentally, on her way out of the highrise.   She always wears a huge acrylic wig covering her age and aesthetic challenges aside from the rottenest of assholes, time.   It appears she services residents, probably male, guaranteed to be old and poor, and the lady is probably homeless or in some type of shelter, and, likely, is a sex worker.  We've been on common impersonal speaking terms for a few years.   She always says "have a blessed day."

Like a cartoon cowboy with horse and thick rope, yahoo, I apprehend stray cows and voluntarily compete in a rodeo, as an amateur, for lack of professional anything.  Except sex work.   She was one of a few professionals. 

One professional in the high rise that one late morning.   That condom that fell out of her fake fur bindle as she rose and exited the building was big as the Goodyear blimp.   I learned that rubbers that great exist that late morning.  Sex workers are an institution!  And, as theists argue, there is something out there bigger than me.  There is.  There has to be.   There was evidence.

Aphorisms. Shitty ones. Shitty little aphorisms:

Murder is an extreme form of weenie wagging.   From 200 yards away, the shooter was shaking his wang at the target.   

Partisan politics is a circle jerk.

Firearms are phallic.

So are bullets.

Assassinations are a sex act.

Weaklings are dangerous.

Adults flying at the level of small children are dangerous pieces of shit.

People are dealing with world affairs at the level of small kids. Stupid ones. Turn on. Tune in. Drop out.

Any other thoughts that won’t do much?

 

Anyone believe in hidden messages?   The power of coincidence?  How about syn-fucking-chronicity, for fuck sake?   The Fates are offering an explanation for what's on the news, and people are pretending it makes, as they always exclaim, no sense.  It's a fucking important coincidence that Prez Trump's initials are "DT."    The DTs!  Delerium tremons, the hilarious mental condition alcoholics get as they drink their shitty little brains into nut job pudding.    People having delerium tremons are famous for halucinations like pink elephants, and for acting like a total piece of shit.

I'm only dramatizing.  And splitting a few tough hairs with a rusty razor.  If the United States is a constitutional republic, as some people believe, with two party system, representative democracy, it would be unbecoming for anyone to be drunk with greed and power, like some people.   Epstein.  Musk. Presidents. VPs.   Congress creeps.  All however many of them there are.

  The Maga contingent.  And the hard core leftist contingent is also, in reciprocity, intoxicated with it's college sophistication and new white collar radicalism, or, political science.  People are drunk with the unrealities they are, by virtue of civilization, allowed to sustain, artificially.   

Shitski.   The wet brain is collective, Dems and GOPs alike in their greedy dishonest selfish stupor.  People should learn to ignore the two party system and articulate points of ethics as relevant to, heavens to Betsy, every-fucking-thing.   Thanks for reading.