Come and Read
Eat the food
Watch the TV
Isn’t that guy funny?
Don’t look outside
There is only suffering out there
Stay inside
Stay comfortable
Don’t worry about your neighbors
They only lost everything
Have some more bread
watch the circus
Don’t look outside, dammit!
We will be over to take everything from you soon
Keep your eyes on that TV til then…
Hear me out.
Love can be a good thing. But in many cases, it can also be abusive. For many years, I tried to remain a good son to a vile, abusive woman who was supposed to be my mother. She abused me, physically and mentally, telling me I was worthless as anything but her servant. She drove my sisters away, and eventually cast me out for standing up to her. And up until six years ago, I still tried to have a relationship with her. Tried to form a connection. Tried to be a loving son.
And she talked shit about me to my friends. Her last words to me were “Kiss my ass” and she sent them via text, which told me all I needed to know about what ‘love’ meant to her.
And I’m the best scenario. How many women and men- men like me- are trapped in a toxic way by someone who doesn’t really love them, who abuses them at will until they are looking for a way out?
The worst part with my mother is I used to tell her things- confessions I made in earnest because she was supposed to be my mother– things that she would probably use against me whenever she wants to, with relish. I fear her appearing in a moment of personal triumph to smack me down into the dirt.
Add to that people I don’t know who are being beaten by their significant others, being sexually abused by their relatives, being betrayed by those they call friend. All the sorrow these people feel is my sorrow. All their sorrow… in the name of ‘love’.
Love can be a good thing. It can also be a weapon of tyrants.
The old order is crumbling
Falling into madness
You think it’s over?
That the worst is behind us?
Don’t be foolish!
This is the next stage of battle.
The revolution!!
Do not count on your leaders to save you
They only want to save themselves.
If you want to live
You must learn to first.
Not all fights need violence.
But they do require disobedience to the established order.
When the time comes,
Will you disobey
Or will you betray?
I don’t know what everyone was expecting, honestly.
They (being the other right wing party) did nothing about the train wreck in Palestine, OH (oh wait they did do something: they stopped a strike that would have stopped it from happening). They did fuck all to help the people of Maui after the wildfires and those who were washed outta their homes when the hurricane hit inland North Carolina. They’ve been too busy trying to make the world a more dangerous place, erecting cop cities and funding genocide and trying to tempt Russia into another world war. How could they POSSIBLY make time for us lowly voters?
Not that I like who did win. Trump is a fool given power, a mad clown given the keys to the asylum. I remember his racism and greed running rampant his last term. Democrats should have done something about him after Jan 6! The fact they didn’t arrest him speaks to how they value class solidarity more than the laws of their own country.
And now that democrats snatched defeat from what should have been an easy victory, the finger pointing begins. “Damn those leftists! They ruined it by not bowing to us!” “Damn the working class/black community/Latino community/all those people we couldn’t even consider making promises to/etc ad nauseum!!” Had one call me a white supremacist Nazi for saying “maybe Democrats shouldn’t have made war and genocide a bigger concern than helping anyone.” Cuz Nazis are notoriously anti-genocide, right? And after their amazing campaign building strategy of “ENOJOY THE CAMPS!!”
I hope that people will realize now that better things aren’t possible within the system, that we need to work on building links in our communities and work with people instead of politicians and parties. If anything, we need to do that now, because we should have done it twelve years ago.
We need to move beyond parties. We need to move beyond our rotten government. The new world must begin now.
When the show ends
And the credits roll
Will you be proud
With what was shown?
When the lights fade
And the bell tolls
What will be made
From what you’ve sown?
Will there be cheers
And applause?
Or will they jeer
And seethe
At what you’ve done?
But would it matter
What they think
Of you after
You’re dead?!
Holding out for a hero
And getting villains instead
The same run around every 4 years,
Vote for the douche
Or get the turd sandwich.
Remember when voting was different?
Not this damned if you do choice?
I don’t.
I honestly don’t.
Ever since I was young,
We been ruled by a coalition
Of A-holes.
And in a few short weeks,
We will have the same dumb,
Meaningless ritual-
Making the useless choice
Between a douche
And a turd sandwich.
And there will be one winner
And an entire nation of losers.
To be better.
What is that?
Is it some high off plateau, beyond the reach of mortals?
A mental state of being, accessible through rigorous physical and mental training?
Can it be attained easier than all that?
Maybe it is a series of improvements,
Like updates to a computer operating system.
Maybe it’s like a marathon we have with our past selves-
We run from what we were towards who we want to be.
We will stumble
At times, we will fall,
But the race never ends until we are satisfied.
What foods would you like to make?
When I was young and full of spunk, I had a love of cooking.
That isn’t to say I still don’t cook, but way back when, I was more… experimental with my recipes. I would add extra ingredients to everyday dishes, like putting cooked shrimp and scallops into a tuna casserole, or trying my hand and making homemade pan bread (which didn’t go as well as I had hoped, but that’s another story)
The zenith of my culinary experimentation was also my penultimate failure: making a Peking Duck. I had gotten the ingredients together- hoisin sauce and Asian spices for the Peking sauce, white pepper for seasoning- I couldn’t get the stuff to make the lil pancake things but I was optimistic.
The day to make it came. I followed the instructions, mixed the sauce ingredients, cooked it all for the intended time and to the correct heat setting. I did it all right… and I failed. The duck was way undercooked! The skin was still fatty and gooey when it was supposed to be crispy, the meat was meh, it was embarrassing! If I were cooking for more than two people (my dad and me) it would be a humiliation.
…so, in summation, I would love to do a Peking Duck and do it right this time!
Till next time!
I thought I would make this editorial due to the times.
It can seem that in this age where they are shoving AI technologies down our throats meant to make us redundant and obsolete that trying to do anything creative is a meaningless exercise that will only end in failure and heartache. But I believe that the times being what they are make being creative more important and vital to society.
They want these technologies, not us! AI as it is now is worthless as an endeavor-it gives bad answers, soaks water like a sponge and uses more energy than the sun. But those in power do not want to hear us, but to make us feel voiceless, to make us weak and dependent on them. Nothing can be more sadistic than a person who wants to make you live on your knees.
But I am not here to wax about the tyrants above, dear friends. I am here to give hope, and hope comes with some truths to it, namely:
JRR Tolkien didn’t write the Hobbit till he was 45.
Bram Stoker wrote Dracula at age 50.
Mark Twain didn’t write Huckleberry Finn till he was 49.
Jack Kirby (the man Stan Lee got his best characters from) made Marvel what it was when he was in his 40s, then did the same at DC ( lhe got royally screwed by both companies in terms of licensing for the characters he made but his legacy remains).
The point of all this is it is never too late. Never too late to realize your ambitions. Keep going. You will have moments of doubt, you will have moments of failure, you will even have moments where you think of quitting. BUT KEEP GOING. You will realize your worth if you do.
Not that the system will make it easy-between job hunting, chores and upkeep and economic woes you will be challenged by the world within and without. But once again, keep going. And do not feel that just because you haven’t made it with the greats that you have failed, either! There’s no failure in creativity. A work of art is its own reward.
That’s all for today. Till next time, everyone!
Religions make claims of peace while wading in the blood of others,
Saying theirs is the word and law of the sky man, who isn’t the other sky man.
They never talk about how the sky men all have similar names-that’s heresy, punishable by death.
Politicians claim to work for the people, their pockets fat with corporate money,
Their futures and security more certain with every law they make for their true masters.
Never mind those who vote starving, dying of preventable diseases-they’re probably fake, or foreign agents.
Now, people say we should obey these charlatans,
Listen to their every word, believe their every lie. We should never fight these sick men.
Even though we shoot horses for less.
We shoot horses for less.
We shoot fucking horses for less
Studio CreatiV: The Writings, poetry and musing of an Angry Man