Usually, I end up loving this magazine, despite the fact it’s published by stupid ass Shepard Fairey. This issue, however, lived up to my overall contempt for Fairey-ish things. Seriously, it gave me little to fucking care about or want to read about, although I guess there was the article on Ghana’s 50th anniversary of independence, which, combined with the Raw Vision magazine I got, triggered in me a fascination in the retarded politics of Africa, how the place got looted and abused and then left behind like a bunch of retarded people to fend for themselves. Not that intervention would do any good, because I’m a firm believer that people can’t fix anything. We are doomed by global warming, and if we figure out some way to stop it, that will eventually lead to some other direct thing that dooms us. It’s our nature – we tinker too fucking much, with good or bad intentions. And I’m not some homo-liberal fuckwad coffeehouse revolutionary who wants to plant organic gardens in every drought-stricken village that got depleted of its natural diamonds and gold and replaced with AIDS and Jesus, but still, you’d think motherfuckers would at least give them some money so at least we could have pictures in newspapers of at least a couple dudes rolling around in Hummers with gold trim who had that fetal alcohol big forehead look of native Africans. If there is any one giant place on earth that got fucked, that is the place. But like I said, no amount of well-to-do white people could ever fix it; it’s best to just give them some shit when they axe for it and let them handle it themselves. Hopefully, they will catch up to us on the Civilization IV scale and end up blowing up New York City, London, and Paris in one weekend surge of global change.
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