My old car is dead so I’m shopping for a new car
with zero down and just barely good credit, jumping further into economic
oblivion, like fuck it. The world in geopolitical sense is no longer political,
the capitalistic wolves run the entire thing, there is no counter argument, no
opposing system – it’s just free-for-all-the-elites capitalism running rough
shod over everything. And I sit here, in the very privileged position of
shopping for a barely affordable car loan to get a used tiny car, because that’s
all I can squeeze without safety net of wealth or generational support,
pretending it’s not a bad move, because I have to drive my kids to public
school so they can get more fucked up and harassed and crudened, and I have to
drive to the job I don’t really like at all and doesn’t feed any of the real
parts of me that want to be fed. The phrase “good money after bad” comes to
mind, as we as a poison culture have thrown so much bad money into this bad
system but at this point it’s all we know, all we’re comfortable with, because we
are like fucking chickens in the pen, completely domesticated and unable to
survive on our own. So we throw more good money after it. Shit man, I don’t
even want money. Anyways, fuck America, fuck Trump, fuck all Presidents, piss
on Bush’s dead body, here is a song.
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