You Say You Want a Revolution

Start the Revolution Without Me
Start the Revolution Without Me (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
The U.S. vs. John Lennon (soundtrack)
The U.S. vs. John Lennon (soundtrack) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

In the midst of social media, I have found one redeeming quality; the right to be proven wrong.
There has been a growing long distance relationship between myself and a heterosexual male from Detroit
This meeting of the minds happened over a year ago and I am grateful for the growth it has given me everyday of my ‘not always politically correct but trying’ life.
Who doesn’t love a verbal or written spar? I have always relished in it. And, for that matter, my upbringing has called for it and embraced it. Though often I hear these words, your mouth is always getting you in trouble.’
So be it. My buddy from Detroit miles and piles of shit in between our locales, is liberal, political, substantial and disabled! What a find! With very little encouragement on my part, D, as I will call him, will find the smallest hole in an argument and take it to the highest plateau…drop it and see what it hits on it’s way down.
Today and tonight our focus is on Too Much Government! Too Many Cooks stirring the Biochemical Pot, so to speak.
Perhaps, D is right, it isn’t that there is too much government but more along the lines of too much trash talk and not enough put your money where your mouth is.
Why dwell on our Dumbed Down Ambien’s of America‘s Upper Middle Class Wasteland?
Yet, spar with intellectuals who want to see change.
In a simpler manner and/or along the lines of a story I will explain exactly what I mean:
I had met Ambien/Annie Grace who could have be easily mistaken for a Brittany or a Katelyn or a Mercedes!
I had asked, ‘so you are voting for Obama, right?’
Response, ‘Nope, my Father Floyd says he wants to ruin Medicare and offer hand outs to the poor.’
Aghast I spoke with as even a tone as I could muster, ‘but you’re gay! How could you even remotely think of voting for someone who can’t stand the ground you walk on?’

Response from Dumbed Down Twenty-Something, ‘gee, I never thought of it that way. I don’t plan on getting married any time soon, though…if that means anything’

What is right? What is wrong?
If we don’t push our educated selves into seeing beyond the glass slipper we will fail to make any change. To educate via a high education is one thing. To acquire the necessary depth it takes to make ineffectual effectual actually requires the wanting to go beyond words and to search for their meaning.
Thank you, D, you are a delight in a world ashen and paled by devices devised to make us more convenient.
Shame on you parents, colleges, workplaces and a vast array of other Holier Than Thou Institutions for sending these kids out into the world with their thumb up their ass and their diploma a flag of still waters running not so deep.

Neanderthal Woman

Battle for the Planet of the Apes
Battle for the Planet of the Apes (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Thoughts on Ambien not so Full of Grace:
So, languidly and apologetically, I must say something. Not all twenty-somethings are the missing link to Neanderthal woman and Attack of the Fifty foot Dumbed Down Dyed Blonde.

P.S. Send Beckett Couvillion my love
P.S.
Send Beckett Couvillion my love

Not all attempt to defraud the government and profess a yearning to better the world in one false swoop of ignorant bliss.
Some pay their way through college on their dime and on their time and raise a family, sometimes with Baby Daddy, most often not.
Most do not claim indecent exposure of the plus side of life; they managed to work, volunteer, balance good with bad and cry at night once the kids are a sleep.
The handfuls of upper middle class ‘I want to be an adult…I really do!’ that live with Mum and Daddy. Rake sawdust to better the environment and pray to no higher power. These children dressed in Trazodone/Ambien disguise prey off the idea that ‘someone somewhere owes them something.’

Today there had been a beautiful woman to the likes I had never seen. She was balancing a child on one hip, scolding another child and handing out commands as though she had been running the tightest ship in the shipping business.
She gives to the local community via their needs and wants. She is proud and strong and versatile in what is given…for she and many like her know all too well what is needed.
She is a daughter to the next generation. No mother or father to pave a path of bad intentions and spoiled sexual ideation topped with gender bender idealism.
AmeriCorps VISTA, FEMA, spoilers of the spoiled brats have handed down karaoke machines, sweet drinks and open mic nights to these Romney descendants. The 1% of America that her majesty should disown. There are no nude portraits. No fingers held behind the back to which the Annie/Ambien’s speak promises with forked tongue. There is a generation out there willing to pay their fair share. Pick up the mess and gluttony of my group of wanton hippies and attempt to make the grass green again.
Why is it the privilege few are marking every leg with the scent of oblivious inadequacy? The papered in money few are soiling the lot of the working class.
Again, there are your tax dollars at work.
I suppose there is nothing we can do but POP another Ambien and hop it all goes away.

Idle Minds

a nation is only as weak as the duct tape that holds it together
a nation is only as weak as the duct tape that holds it together
Victor Hugo-Cartoon3
Victor Hugo-Cartoon3 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

“Laughter is the sun that drives winter from the human face.” by Victor Hugo.
What many don’t understand about our world today. Ambien, the Annie C., grace can explain in a mere blog.
I am nearing 23; closer to adulthood than childhood.
There are many more like me out there.

The children playing grown up but needing sedatives for the gyn appointment.
Boston was a tragedy this week. A plot stamped out on the historical and ste a nation is only as weak as the duct tape that holds it togetheralthy streets of Watertown.
The suspect could have been me. It could have been my bunkmate in Volunteering to be Blue while bombing out.
Quietly pissed at society for making us; fat, crippled by technology, phobia laden, upper middle class oblique individuals.
Yet, here we sit, at walk-a-thons for charities of the day. Handing out hotdogs and not knowing how to start conversations with strangers.
How do I know that the line between derelicts in New England and do-gooders in Virginia?
Because I am the bad thoughts that arise in the young adults of our nation.
I sell out. I conform. I blend in to the point of not being.
That is until someone similar to me or perhaps, exactly like me, snaps! Others treat their bodies like a temple. Confused children of upper crusty parents hate the world we have been given. To stuff the hate we volunteer, we hide in our art, we make nice, nice with the troop leaders. Still waters do not run deep for the Ambien Graces of this world. We are as shallow as the next bomb the is waiting to go off.
Fruitcakes without the fruit!

Perfect example, who would name their squad ‘Blue BOMBERS’ if they didn’t have other agendas they were working on?

Picture This

Cat got your tongue
Cat got your tongue
Tree in fall w/out leaves #100,000
Tree in fall w/out leaves #100,000

You know this whole revelation thing has got me wound up.  One comment on, hey, you don’t sound so bright when you’re writing and my panties are in an uproar.

Perhaps, the wise sage who spawned the advice should read my bio.  I’ve put other readers through it countless times.

Put plainly, sir or madam, I am just not smart!  I am upper middle class with an A for adopted stamped on my ass spoiled brat.  My blood is filled with unnecessary plastic objects and out and out ignorant white pieces of trash.

Yes, I claim to be a photographer but it was the seemingly easiest choice for a  major at my state run school that happened to house my mother, Theresa.  Theresa works and professes her ignorance there, I needed to go somewhere, and so put two and two together…get it, no one gets anywhere with my IQ without a little help from Mommy Dearest!

My photography?   It’s been called, bland, redundant, childlike and obtuse…

How did one critic put it?

The only critique I have is that I would very much like to see the photographs printed larger. Much larger. I think they were presented too small and that so much detail can only be appreciated if you can really spend more time with the images. I would also have liked to see more photographs. I liked the ones that she presented, but I think there could have been a bigger selection with different trees and maybe some closer up shots.  And, for God sake, get over the fuckin trees!  Haven’t we had enough dead famous photographers beat this genre into the ground?

Other than that..just find at least different looking trees or maybe some shrubs.

Hard knock life traveling with Ambien Grace.  Try walking in my non relevant over exposed beat to the ground with  tree limbs, shoes!

Upper Middle Class? Fed, wed and Bred!

I hate the word homophobia –Morgan Freeman
I hate the word homophobia –Morgan Freeman (Photo credit: See-ming Lee 李思明 SML)

The causes that seem just to anyone my age are pretty simple: keep upper middle class America fed, wed and bred.  Give to any organization that has cute puppies.  I’m not sure about puppy mills; those websites sure have some real cute puppies, LOL!  Don’t see the harm in them; all the dogs are well taken care of in the pictures.  Oh, yeah and the other important thing we need to take care of, our mental health.

I suppose that would make a good start to my application for grad school.  Me thinks that those are all issues that Mr. Obama should address.

Originally, I had wanted to vote for Romeny.  Father Floyd told me once, ‘Ambien Grace, if you get someone in the White House who makes his own money…we’ll all make money!’

Course he has a job in math or economics or business.  And, usually, he spouts his words of wisdom from his overstuffed leather recliner while drinking an imported beer and grading papers.  Romney looked good on paper; well dressed, cute wife and he wanted to cut welfare.  The homosexuality, abortion and Mormon thing aren’t really big issues.

Homosexuals scare me, I had been raised a homophobic.  Abortions aren’t really a concern because I want to have lots and lots and lots of babies on a ranch while taking pictures and playing with butterflies.  Mormons?  I had to look that term up.  Turns out it’s not a term at all.  It is some form of religion.  I ask you, why would people be so concerned about a religion that takes place in Utah?

I voted for Obama in the end.  My girlfriend encouraged me to look at his stand on things.  I didn’t.  But I voted for him just to shut her up.

Wheeling around the mean streets of Concord, the upper end, near the fancy houses, by my parent’s abode, in my deceased grandfather’s car, talking to Beckett Couvillion the third, killing time until Mother Theresa gets home and cooks me dinner: I wonder about those poor souls who missed the boat in school.  The kids on grants, scholarships and whatnot, how are they surviving?

Shit, almost a year out and things look so bright for me I have to keep the shades drawn in my attic room.  No real job, no real future, no real connection…perhaps, the National Guard is looking for leaders.  I have never been real good at leading but I’m doing a great job at being a follower.