This country continues to be a complete nightmare when it comes to our culture. I just want to puke over the superficiality of what goes for the things that are covered. Matt Taibbi wrote some time ago in Rolling Stone that the major media missed the boat on the 1% battle and what it really was about and pointed out, a large part of the anger was over how the machinery of this country is about ripping every amount of money and soul it can from people. He was so right.

It's sickening how this country follows around shit that is meaningless - the latest Miley Cyrus camel toe shot, the fucking Kardashians, idiotic IRS stories and the fabricated Benghazi scandal. On and on it goes.

All the while important things are ignored.

Last night I was watching Rectify. One of the side characters is this man that killed a young child in a drive by shooting. Now, this is not an excuse for this character, but in the show, he is remorseful for what he did (I won't divulge spoilers) and while watching these sequences, I started thinking about the possiblity of redemption, forgiving and the human spirit and what it means to be humane in America. Of course, this made me think of conservatives and religious people and how, REPORTEDLY, this country is supposed to be one of the most religious countries in the world, but if you listen to the people with the largest megaphones, their religious protestations seem to be more in line with the Taliban and fanatics when it comes to redemption, forgiving and the human spirit.

About a month ago, I saw this photograph of this truly despicable white supremcist that had raped and murdered a child and I think killed two or three other people. I want to say he was either beaten to death in prison or executed. Oddly, he looked completely normal (except for his tattoos and his nasty mugshot). And when I looked at this imagine, not only did I think of how much better off society would have been if he had never been born, but at the same time, I thought of the painful memories this man's parents must have of what it was like when this monster was a happy, young boy contrasted to what he had done when alive.

And this all rolls into, is there not more to American life and spirit? Must it all be this way where the American people are like gluttons for meaningless shit poured down their throats?

And then, I think of DB's A Prisoner's Dream. He once wrote here about how it was based on Edwin Bunker - a lifelong criminal that later found success in writing and acting.

Certainly, I am not advocating the herofication of nasty people, but it just makes me wonder, how is it that when it comes to deep, compassionate thinking, this country is so fucking vapid and so easily distracted where dipshits from Jersey or imbeciles from reality TV endlessly capture the attention of the American people?

Below are the lyrics to A Prisoner's Dream....though I have hard time following poetry...I think this must be an example of poetry....

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A Prisoner's Dream (Baerwald/W. Sexton)

People like to tell you that what happens to you happened long before you were born that some were born to live in luxury and others in filth and in scorn well maybe just maybe there's a room for change maybe nothing that's simple or prearranged maybe life is a promise that should not be betrayed maybe even the prisoners are free

a prisoner's dream it came to me a dark star shattered on an empty sea diamonds spun loose and they rained on me that's a prisoner's dream

I was busy wandering on a open plane beaten and bruised and handcuffed and chained dogs howled in the distance but they howled in vain I was a prisoner but I was free and all the king's muscle men they couldn't hurt me I was much stronger than they could ever be so which is the truth? the prison or the dream? that's a prisoner's question indeed

you can stain your brain with the mark of Cain howl like a madman in the pouring rain you can bow down to your keepers hide your head in shame or you can walk through walls you can walk through walls you can walk through walls you can walk through walls

a prisoner's dream it came to me a dark star shattered on an empty sea diamonds spun loose and they rained on me even a prisoner can dream that he is free he can close his eyes and he can see maybe he's not who he'd like to be but even a prisoner can dream