“..lighten up”

I know Geno, I recognize the utter parody of it.  But still…

It ain’t funny

That’s just me, though. 

Maybe it’s too closely paralleled to certain truths.  & it also parodies the parodier or the parodied, if you will, and it parodies or skirts a fugly real truth that there really are little jamboreeing groups of armed people who actually read and teach rabid truth into these ugly Grand Guignol notions; the parody is so closely related to authentic mini-masses of “God Fearing” haters of all things that don’t actually look and smell exactly like themselves; …and they’re freaking passionate about it.  & it ain’t new to you, no-how. 

I get it, Eugene.  I do, sir.  & I appreciate your taking the time to clue me in.  I do.  But maybe my sense of humor has begun it’s decline along with the most recent inch of my inornate absentee hairline, because there is so much shit that should be shocking going scot-free all around us while the pettiness of quirky human growth is facing waterboards and debtor prison and the-war-that-never-ends and piles and piles and piles of sneaky taxation.  & for what ends?  What bloody ends, Doc? 

So, okay…, I’ll try to lighten up.  But I’d rather find the source of hope and action that will light-up a new renaissance of logic and common sense.  Who knowz what that is?  (I might have said:  Who knowz what that is, SRBrad?  ...but he wants to be left out of my rants, and understandably so.)  Who-the-fuck does...know anymore?  You?  Some informed and well-meaning political science educator or filmmaker who had the audacity to speak some truth and got summarily blackballed for his heroism?  Shit, I'd rather sweep his floors for scale wages than find humor in a piece of crap.  Or…perhaps, because I’m loosing my mind as I write this, I’d rather drink electric cool-aid acid and freshly-juiced veggie-juice on a barge anchored somewhere well-south of the Hawaiian Islands with a group of like-minded individuals, all the kids safely anchored on a groovy boat-school schooner there on the horizon, where benevolent learned scholars and the meaningful and seafaring (who can keep their fucking hands off the kids can) keep them in inspired stitches while their reconnoitering parents think-tank for a while in veritable inebriation and good semi-healthy-deck-feasible outdoor recreation until the dust clears on a planet gone greed insane with stupidity.   I’m flipping-out man…blah-blah-blah….   (O:

Hey, I dig my sister in a perpetuated way, like a brother can and should, she’s a sweety, but…shit, …she sends me some rotting-garbage email, all in the spirit of good Christian fellowship, that reeks with underhanded ugliness and malice and lines drawn in ludicrous sands across the great barren wastelands divided by me, me, my, my, help-me-because-I-can’t-think-for-myself-dogma-related-anti-spirituality-nonsense & bottom of the gene pool proliferation.  So now she’s on my blocked list so bad my watchdog growls at her every email, which means now I have to take the time to go searching through the other spam for her’s just to find that rare jewel of an earnest self-written letter. 

 We’re whacked on this stuff, Gene-Gene-Geno, ……..& it fails to harvest a laugh in me anymore. 

Peace & Love