Partisanship: Thinking as a Non-Thinking Herd

It betrays me to say that I don’t typically like clubs. Clubs in the other sense rather than the sense in which one refers to “clubbing”. I believe this dislike arises from my experience in group identity becoming a gossip game in which I would ignore some people and listen to others, all the time defending my own brittle clique regardless of it’s actions. The Mayor of my town is an elder of a Presbyterian church that I used to go to (I still stand as a member) . I also had a physical trainer who happened to know a bit about this elder/mayor figure. This physical trainer was involved in town affairs and attended each town meeting. During one of these meetings it was noted by my trainer that the Mayor said very inappropriate things during this documented but unbridled public forum. The Mayor said some insensitive things and also made a false accusation of this man during this meeting. I remember the timidity with which I began friendly conversation with my trainer for weeks because of my affiliation with the Mayor which overshadowed what I held to be true. In the same way, I find it impossible to have rational discussion when all involved are merely speaking for their herd.  Democrat and Republican and all other parties (herds)- these distinctions should not be made. It is not acceptable for the representers of America to assemble as a mob.


Fuck the NSA.

People encrypt files such as email and instant messages if they don’t want big corporations, hackers, scammers, and other people seeing their personal messages illegally. And oh yeah, the NSA too. I looked into email encryption and found out that it only works with people who have encrypted email, and is a painstaking process. It is grossly unjust that I have to go through such bullshit so that I can have a fucking chance at having a smidgen of privacy. I understand hackers and people like that. They get punished when caught. The NSA intercepts and fingers through a billion (literally) of US citizens’ full-length phone calls and texts as well as reads millions or more emails and instant messages in a month’s time, and when found out, gets a fucking slap on the wrist, and off they go back into their disgusting corner. One hacker could get jail time.The NSA does it on a national scale on American Citizens and doesn’t get any type of punishment? Think about this one: The US Government fucks up again and again, gets caught red-handed breaking laws and trampling over people’s rights and even blatantly killing innocent people over and over and over and nothing- nothing- happens. Hits the press, gets fussed about in public, and goes to some white-haired shit heads in Washington who did it in the first place. No punishment is enacted- ever- unless it is money given to a citizen (who paid the taxes merely get them back merely to pay them again later). The US Government has become the biggest Mafia in the history of modern civilization, and it is “legal”, meaning unpunished and unchecked. The NSA is a quintessential example of how you are butt raped and used daily without consent by the people who’s only job is to protect you and maintain basic peace. Fuck them.

I’m Back.

I’m sorry for not writing more. I have been busy with two jobs and moving in with my wife into our new apartment. I will post a few things and get back to upchucking my writing for you all to see and enjoy without payment (I’m writing as a ghost writer currently, so I’ve been getting paid to write). I don’t get paid here.

Still Said

A gravestone lay
near burton’s bay,
dear Bob, he died,
the women cried,
old friends they sang
his bells, they rang,
on peter’s dunes,
the month of June.
Bob’s feet were stopped,
his heart was topped,
his words still said
though bob was dead.
A gravestone lay,
near burton’s bay,
there bob did lay,
in a silent way.
His words they spake
after death’s wake
into October
his words still awake.

-J.C. Hoyle

Godly Politician

Remarkable the things that come into fuller light while shaving. It was a startling “aha” that made me cut myself in the neck with my razor. An “aha” that I made myself. It hasn’t taken me long, and with no serious doubt has it taken anyone who’s learned with a master’s or doctorate’s degree from a prestigious college, to understand that Christian theism, and specifically Christianity, is flawed and untruthful. This is understood amongst many Americans, and especially those of high education. The “aha” comes when one realizes just how many politicians plow the fields of campaigns and policies using the Christian God. It shows to be a ripe example of the deceptive temperament of most all politicians. The majority of our founding fathers didn’t believe in a theistic deity, and there is more evidence against this belief now than ever. Politicians invoke and refer to “God” in their speeches and promises even though a majority, I’m willing to bet, have no personal belief in such an entity. If you lie on this issue you’re as close to horse shit as humans get. Confusion is acceptable but never dishonesty. When the politician uses god or christianity as support for his ideas or policies, I challenge his character and credibility, as well as his policies or ideas.

Passive Revolution.

My brain is seized up on two competing words. Revolution and passivity. I think now that they go together. You see, my dilemma is with people who tend to sip their tequila and sail on and then the tight panted and headbanded hippies saying war and religion is evil. I think real revolution starts with the mind, then goes onto paper, media- in eyes and ears- through music and writing and television and plays and art and comedy and commentary. It really always comes through the art/entertainment business. I need to get into this business. So, enjoy yourself keeping the bad shit in mind. And don’t forget that someone just died in Africa while you’re sitting on your fat ass reading this. More importantly, don’t forget that someone somewhere has better alcohol than you do. Better weed too. Bear in mind the important things in life, dear pilgrim.

Read the Music

Music is the color behind the canvas. Each sound has an attitude and tone. As pen touches paper music plays a song that each reader has to interpret. Listening to the tune of the music is the job of the reader, writing the music is the job of the writer.