Buy The Ticket, Take The Ride (Reason For The Season, Twelve.)

There are times, however, and this is one of them, when even being right feels wrong. What do you say, for instance, about a generation that has been taught that rain is poison and sex is death? If making love might be fatal and if a cool spring breeze on any summer afternoon can turn a crystal blue lake into a puddle of black poison right in front of your eyes, there is not much left except TV and relentless masturbation. It's a strange world. Some people get rich and others eat shit and die. Who knows? If there is in fact, a heaven and a hell, all we know for sure is that hell will be a viciously overcrowded version of Phoenix — a clean well lighted place full of sunshine and bromides and fast cars where almost everybody seems vaguely happy, except those who know in their hearts what is missing... And being driven slowly and quietly into the kind of terminal craziness that comes with finally understanding that the one thing you want is not there. Missing. Back-ordered. No tengo. Vaya con dios. Grow up! Small is better. Take what you can get. ~Hunter S. Thompson, Generation Of Swine.

I had to get groceries, pay bills and run a few errands this morning. This afternoon I went out to lunch with my Mom and her partner, to a Mexican restaurant on the other side of town. Place has a decent view of Lake Huron and we sat there and ate and watched some pretty impressive waves crash against the shoreline. 

A nice compliment to the slurry of rain/snow mix fouling everyone's day here.

Plus, all my bills are paid up for the month.

All things considered, it wasn't too bad of a day.

And then I saw this shit.

Trump's "Major Announcement" that he's been crowing about for days is some kind of stupid Digital Trading Card/NFT crap. Like, WTF is this silly bullshit??

This shit looks like took some stoned college bro 15 minutes on an old Windows 98 PC with some $9.95 Graphic Design program off the discount rack at OfficeMax from the same basic era. 

While he was listening to an old William Hung Christmas CD and smoking a blunt.

I'm like...are you fucking kidding me? I may be, for once in my life, at a loss for words.

I'm just...I'm so old I can remember when Republicans had more self-respect than this stupid bullshit.

It's like a completely non-combat, chickenshit version of Doom, but for morons.

You bought the ticket, Republicans. Now you get to take the ride.

You wanna know, Republicans, why the North Koreans and the Russians and the Saudis think they can just own yo ass??

Because some of you fuckers think that the Ukrainians, who are fighting to the death for their right to have their culture, language and nation keep existing, are the enemy.

Because you motherfuckers, being the utter swine that you are, turned the party of Ronald Reagan, who carried Barry Goldwater's ethic of "Peace Through Strength" out into the world and stood there in Berlin right in front of the Brandenburg Gate and told Mr. Gorbachev to "Tear Down That Wall" and turned it into...this.

Because you goddamned elected somebody pathetic enough to even try this shit. 

Because you treat disabled veterans and working people, like me, and those fighting for their own freedom as enemies or inconveniences and you lionize...Trump.

This is what you traded people like Adam Kinzinger, Justin Amash, Liz Cheney and Mitt Romney and the memory of guys like George HW Bush, John McCain and Ronald Reagan for.

And you thought you were going to come out ahead?? LOL. 

I have no sympathy. Fuck you.

With malice aforethought, you sowed the wind.

Well like I said, fuck you, now you can reap the whirlwind.

You feel "Punked?" Well, shit. I haven't been a Republican since 2008 and this makes me feel dirty.

You fuckers did this to yourselves, have fun.

And the worst part is, there's a lot of you assholes don't think you even did anything wrong.

Eleven

No sympathy for the devil; keep that in mind. Buy the ticket, take the ride...and if it occasionally gets a little heavier than what you had in mind, well...maybe chalk it up to forced consciousness expansion: Tune in, freak out, get beaten. ~Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas

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