Dear Hollywood: PAY YOUR WORKERS, DAMMIT!!

Dear Hollywood executives,

You seem to be confused about who makes you your billions every year. That is why I am writing this-to… clear up a few things.

First of all, workers deserve to be paid enough to live on. Fast good employees or actors, doesn’t matter. They work for their livings, they deserve to be compensated adequately.

Now, I know what you want us to think—“these actors are rich and overpaid!! Let them die out!” And while that may be the thinking of the ignorant, it isn’t T R U E though.

Most of Hollywood’s talent are broke. They came there to LA—a cesspool where beautiful dreams die horrible deaths—for a chance to be a part of the industry. For every George Clooney, there are several hundred unknowns, several hundred cast as extras, several hundred who aren’t getting roles due to age.

And while you got the ignorant of the nation thinking they are laughing at spoiled Hollywood hacks, you conveniently forget to mention they’re all sabotaging themselves. What you never mention (except to your colleagues in the boardrooms) is that if this strike errs in your favor you will have no problem going after the rest of us. Because your lust for money is insatiable.

But the more you take from your own workers, the more you abuse us, the more we build our resolve. And when you end up with nowhere to run, when all your “friends” abandon you, we will remember how much you did to us. And we will return it a hundred fold.

AI will not keep you from us forever.

Sincerely,

We the workers

The Magic of the Word “Fuck”

What’s your favorite word?

Fuck is an amazing word.

I’m not saying it for shock value, either. I’m totally serious-fuck is a versatile word!

It can be used to describe pleasure (“Fuck me, this pie is delicious!!”) pain (“FUCK!! I stepped on a LEGO”) disgust (“oh my fucking lord, what are you doing with Grandma?!”) hell, it can even describe horror (“oh fuck, he’s coming for me”)

It can be used at the beginning of a sentence (“fuck you”) the middle (“you fucking idiot”) the end (“what the fuck?!”) and even as almost every word in a sentence (“fuck you, you fucking dog faced motherfucker”)!!

It is usually used for shock and emphasis or to describe how good/bad something is. People are sensitive by nature, and will feel offended by the word, but that’s part of its allure. It is like the forbidden fruit of vernacular-everyone hates when it is used, but it is used all the time.

From its humble origins in the German language (the German word fick) it has become a word used to word over, in all languages! whether you use it to tell someone off in Italian (“Vaffanculo!!” or “fuck you”) or Japanese (“Zakkenayo, Anya baka!!” “Fuck you, idiot!!”) fuck is the world’s cuss.

I fucking love the word fuck, the most versatile and offensive fucking word in language!!

End the Empire

Stocks rise

On the backs of weak and downtrodden people

Lives end

As a new business venture begins

All the while

We are told:

“They love us/hate us for our freedoms! We are the best!”

The best?

You jest!!

We are ruled by sick men

Who cut down trees so none can sit in their shade but them.

Who send our children to kill and die

For their own profit

The land is sick,

The air chokes

And the oceans are full of garbage…

Oh, but profits are rising!!

“Can we get some of that profit?” We ask the sick men.

Their answer:

“Get fucked”

They built their empire

With our bodies

On our bones—

Our graves!

We must end this empire

Before it ends us!!

For my best friend’s cousin on his funeral day

Some find meaning in the deepest pits

Some find God and religion

Some find peace or absolution

But all you had was a gun.

Many have hopes for the future

A dream to be realized

A goal to reach

They find ways to deal with failure

You could only find a gun.

I’m assuming, of course.

It may have been an accident,

Or pure happenstance,

That what happened happened?

But in the end, you still had the gun.

Of all the things people wish,

How your family wished,

Hoped,

And all they wanted,

Was for you to not find the gun.

A week ago, my best friend’s cousin on his Father’s side killed himself. I have never met him or known him, but rest in peace, friend.

Why are writers so obsessed with dystopia?!

I cannot for the life of me understand why apocalyptic media is so entrenched in our movies and tv shows. The whole idea of “the world has fallen and now humanity relies on seven people in a bunker who have to fight each other for cans of beans and a biscuit” is not only stupid beyond reason, but it is against human nature!!

Humans are at their best in groups, we are social animals! We’ve managed to tame apex predators such as wolves and through genetic modification made them the dogs they are today! Next time you complain about GMOs let it be known your pet pug is a GMO! You wouldn’t want anyone to talk crap about lil Pugsley, why are you?!

The idea of humans being savage without some big government to keep them in line is libertarian nonsense! Leave it to the folks who are ashamed of being called republicans (when that’s what they are) to imagine a world of Bunker Bills bum fighting each other when they could work together.

If I had the ear of everyone in the entertainment business, I would say this: Stop imagining the apocalypse and the dystopia, start imagining the revolution and the rebuilding!!

Till next time!

On Aliens…

As you all may know, aliens apparently exist! They’re a picky bunch of tourists, though-they only visit America for some reason!

The military is up in arms about it. They don’t like it when you come in peace. They’d rather the visitors come out their ships snarling and growling curses and insults like white people in a Spike Lee Joint! The ultimate fear of colonizer nations; that something bigger than them comes along and treats them like they treat everyone else.

They spread warnings and fearmonger as if the visitors are gonna vote Trump or something. If only they showed as much concern over white supremacists in the military and police ranks. THAT is the invasion I want quashed!!

I have no idea if aliens mean us harm or not. But I do know they probably lock their spacecraft up when they fly by DC. If ever there was a worse hive of scum and villainy…

Till next time!

My friend Ty

When we first met, he was shy. So shy that he’d run away at the sight of me. I kept it up, saying hi, how are you, and eventually fear gave way to curiosity…

Weeks went by, and he got more accustomed to my presence. He stopped running away from me, and would watch me for a bit. Then, he started coming over. It was exciting seeing him become friendly I must admit. I took to naming him Ty. He never told me what he called himself…

Then one day, Ty came to visit me in my home. He looked around warily, walking circles in my kitchen. He tried some of the food, had a little water, then out the door. Dad was surprised he came in at all! I told him Ty wants to live with us. He said he wants him to get checked out before he can get a room.

A day later, Ty has been cleared, save for a one day quarantine-he had a lil something! I can’t wait to show him off to the rest of the family…

Welcome to the family, Ty!

My Little Blue Flower-A Tale of Love and Loss

My little blue flower, growing in the dirt,

I like help it grow, keep it from getting hurt.

Brave little blue flower, bracing for the dusk

I’ll be back tomorrow with a water husk.

Poor little blue flower, among a field of weeds

Got to keep it healthy, its my hope and creed.

Helpless little blue flower, struggling in the night

Not sure it will make it, to the next day’s light.

Poor shriveled blue flower, dying ‘mongst the thorns

Why can’t I help it? Am I just to mourn?

Miss my little blue flower, more than you will know

Asked Death to bring it back, all Death said was no.

Forgive me little flower, I did more harm than good

Will I see you grow again, among the thorny wood?

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