When the Shit hits the Fan

Oh how bout a post in honor of the fiscal cliff we are all staring down these days here in the land of the free and the home of the brave huh? Frankly i don't really give a fuck, i mean basically politics in this place is two sides of the same coin dipped in shit and dried to a stinking shine in the hot winter sun you know, so i'll avoid the news and the nastiness and the posturing of the professional idiots as the all scream and cry and gnash their teeth and point fingers and attribute blame to everyone but themselves... sounds a bit like American society now don't it...

Of course i've been spending most of my time drinking beer and smoking grass and building snowmen and sled riding and playing video games with these two little dudes i know (not the first two things of course) and you see it's all very enjoyable, you see these days i'm quite sick and tired of the so-called adults i have to deal with in the flesh or otherwise, meaning on the internets, and why you ask? hell i don't know what i'm sick of is the same shit that i mentioned in the above paragraph just in a different sense, you see maybe i've read to much Bukowski and lately i've probably been absorbing to much Carlin and Vonnegut and their unique takes on the human race and though i've pretty much always agreed with them it's sorta always been kept under wraps but i'm getting to old for that shit and so now it's up front and center...

you see i made the mistake of getting into a small on-line debate with a rich kid from the west coast on the merits of the Rust Belt, it was all a piss take on my part and i found it quite amusing that a transplant from a swanky west coast suburb who attended a university that costs more than the average family makes per capita was going to attempt to inform me on the makings and meanings of the Rust Belt, in a nutshell i wanted to tell this suntan that i am the fucking Rust Belt, we work hard and play hard and take care of our own, you see what really got me pissed was that all these kids on this certain social media site were always prattling on about this cause or that cause, about all the things they were trying to do or save or promote and to quote George Carlin, "if you think you are part of the solution you are really the problem"..., because as Gulfboot once succinctly pointed out it's all about trinkets for chores and what most of these wannabe do-gooders were doing was nothing more than a glorified sense of self-promotion so they could add little bullet points to their profile, resume, the story they tell in the hipster pub and the what not...

See there was this great tape floating around of Bukowski at some reading where he goes off about saving the whales and no nukes and how everybody's nice here and after this little exchange i thought about it and laughed, i could shoot holes in all the kids' theories and play devil's advocate but why? you see when it comes down to it these people live in sound bites and 142 characters at a time, they may if they are lucky string 3 or 4 sentences together on  Facefuck and Twatter and think they are just so cute and clever, they are out promoting their own causes and attempting to save the world when in reality they can't even save themselves, i mean how many of them even know who the fuck they are? how many sit down and contemplate their existence? how many do things not for money or status but as Lao Tzu would say just to do? How many sit down and read books for the knowledge, for the experience and enjoyment? how many write or paint or fix cars or help old ladies across the street just to do it? not for money or glory or status but just because it is what they do, no ulterior motive, no promise of reward...

And of course like the suntan you might just say that i'm a self -righteous prick standing atop my horse and looking down on the masses and of course i'd laugh and say i've never had a horse and am nothing more than a lumpen-prole from the Rust Belt, i don't give a shit about your causes cuz i'm not into charging headlong into windmills, you see there are only two causes that i really give a fuck about and they are running around the house right now raising hell, i'll do the best i can to raise them to be kind and decent human beings who like their old man don't concern themselves with the bullshit, you just be, do things not for glory or for money but because it's the decent thing to do and you don't ask for a medal or an award or some dosh, you spend time reading and writing and understanding the human condition so that you can attempt to grasp it and offer assistance if need be, know yourself, know who you are so that you don't waste precious time charging windmills and causes and primping and preening and diving headlong into the bullshit, i tend to think that if more people spent time doing this the world and specifically this country wouldn't be such a fucking nightmare...

And let me state that i'm am not some self-righteous prick, hell i don't want to be the shepherd Ringo, i'm just trying to take care of what i can and understand that some things will always be, that i'm choosing the path of least resistance, that i do what i do not for fame or money or glory but because a person should not be what they own and what the do for a living but that they should just be, i'll leave behind a room full of short stories and bad paintings which no one but the boyos will read and see, and that is enough, through that i'll try and teach them you do things for the enjoyment, for the experience in doing, to learn, and sure if you want to share it with the world that's fine but just be aware that world may not listen, that there are to many voices crying for attention, that in silence there is beauty, or in other words just be cool man and things will be alright...