Coming Up On a Year

I wouldn’t be surprised if Donald Trump had a lil touch of dementia. He’s clearly stressed and I know he’s not doing his sudoku puzzles in his free time.

I don’t know how this guy got elected but it wasn’t off my ballot. Do you see how this isn’t my fault and yet I’m the one being inconvenienced? He’s hell bent on this pissing contest with North Korea, he’s aggressively patronizing, and now this nigga claims he’s a “stable genius,” when questions about his mental stability came up.

Fuck Donald Trump.

I really can’t see this administration lasting much longer. 2018 is the year that something has to give. Like…

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I ask: America, what the fuck is your problem?

 

You Could Cut the Tension with a Butter Knife

In the wake of the disaster in Las Vegas, I just…

At this point, it’s obvious that gun control needs to be high on the list of policy priorities. The only reason shit hasn’t been done is because those ass hats we call congressmen would rather line their own pockets than look out for other people’s interests.

Point blank period. This is common fucking sense.

Anyone who says otherwise could really

go snack on a bag of dicks for all I care.

But that’s not why I’m here today.

Every time something like this happens, I’m just a little more cynical and a little more apathetic to what goes on in this world.

At the same time, I grow in my resolve that this pressure cooker can’t take too much more heat before the top gets blown off this bitch.

And I’m hopeful.

Existential observation:

Nobody knows what banged or why it did, but the Big Bang, a moment of immense pressure and volatility, gave rise to the universe we know today. Nature, art, music, allat arose out of chaos.

Now I could just be talking out the side of my neck but I’m thinking the same idea applies here. Except the next Big Bang has the potential to be a controlled blast rather than an all consuming fire ball that destroys everything in its wake.

When it bangs – and most assuredly it will bang if we keep this bullshit up – enough people will know why and what for.

And if there’s enough people around in the aftermath to say, “I fucking told you so,” maybe we can build something better.

I hope we can salvage some of the good things that we’ve learned over time and, as a new world rises from these imminent ashes, people think twice before they act.

Life is Funny Enough Without Your Bullshit

Listening to this recent mailbag episode of The Read has me thinking…

In particular, the question called “Trump stole my swag” or something like that. It was a man writing who had just recently been married. Evidently they had hats made with a hashtag and the hats were red and the print was white. Just like Trump’s campaign hat. 

Fury and Crissle told him to retire that shit though he seemed reluctant to do so in his letter. Just because Trump took his swag, so he says.

One of my many random ass obsessions is symbolism. I mean if we think about it, that’s all that differentiates us from any other animal – the capacity to impose meanings on symbols or objects to organize our thoughts, communities, and cultures. The alphabet, our number systems, our vocabularies, our cultures are nothing but commonly accepted meanings that have been imposed onto arbitrary shapes that early people drew into the sand. 

Now look at us now. 

I said all that to say that symbols are powerful, and that red and white hat is one that tightens my sphincter anytime I see it. 

It was the horocrux that Trump imbued with a piece of his old and rotting soul, and thus I’ve come to see the hat as a symbol of ignorance, xenophobia, egoism, and out right fuckery.

Sometimes it’s not even a Make America Great Again hat. Even the color and style of it is enough to make me roll my eyes.

Now, I have a motley bunch of associates of all races. And some of them (who I really don’t know that well) think it’s cool to wear that shit “ironically.”

“You know I don’t really think that way in real life.”

*rolls eyes*

My thing is…  there’s plenty of things in life that are actually funny.

I think it’s funny how I’m in 20K worth of debt for a goddam degree that everybody told me I needed. 

I think it’s funny how bitches think they can try me in Walmart and cut me in the checkout line. 

I think it’s funny that some of these people out here really thought Donald Trump would be a good president.

The material is endless without you going for the lowest hanging fruit for a laugh. 

Bitch, THIS ain’t funny. This lunatic is going to kill us all. 

And the thing about symbols is that one they are assigned a meaning, it usually sticks and it’s hard to change it. 

So even people who wear the hat just for shits and giggles, or have a similar looking accessory at home, just retire that shit and have a seat. It’s okay. 

Besides, it’s probably best to let it be. The red and white trucker hat has been tainted for all eternity. It ain’t cute any more. 

That Time of Year Again

I officially have one semester of college left. This is my last “summer break.” And in truth, I’m excited. Every student gets excited around this time of year. We can practically smell the summer breeze and the absence of copy paper and expo markers. But there lies one last hurdle before we can all yell, “School’s Out!”

Finals.

Test season, more broadly. Every student enrolled in any (public) institution of learning is subject to the test taking madness inflicted upon us by none other than George W. Bush. (See: NCLB)

It’d be one thing if those end of the year tests actually proved anything, but we’ve all heard the saying, “You cant judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree.” What I realize as I’ve matriculated through the public school system of these United States is that the “standards” that standardized tests are supposed to test for are arbitrary as fuck and just dumb.

Compare the American education system, K-12 & college, to like most other countries in the world and even with all these tests and standards and benchmarks, we still manage to come in next to last in regard to the actual effectiveness of our education system.

This shit was fucked long before axis-of-evil-appointee Betsy DeVos took her position as y’all’s Secretary of Education. Please know.

This whole administration is nothing but the icing on a shit cake that’s been in the oven for a while now.

As we witness the fall of the republic, ladies and gents, I have only two final words, good riddance. 

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At least, in one more semester, I’ll still have 99 problems, but a final exam won’t be one.