July 5, 2004

• Freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose…

  
  

  independence day, what to do?  lets see, theres beer bottles, bottle rockets, and bombs over baghdad.  aw shit, here he goes again…

  
  

  i know what we, as free, white men can do.  we’ll catch a movie.  yeah! but which one? 

  
  

  hmm, theres spider man.  nah, best left to print.  how about the chronicles of riddick?  well, im not so sure.  seems kinda dumb.  okay then what about the stepford wives?  no way, my fag card was maxed out during last night’s annual trip to the bar complex…not really sure if i could set myself any freer, but with sabrina’s full and compliant support fused with the chaotic energy exploding all around us like, well-umm-fireworks, what could i have done?

  
  

  decisions often must be made quickly.  and unfortunately for me, im usually left to assume a credit for direction.  must be my fluidity that people become dependent on.  dont really know for sure…my crotch is way too sore from fence straddlin’.

  
  

  so back to my entertainment dammit!  its got to be about meeting my needs.  im very selfish (having most always supported my personal “statement” as *suggestion to others in hopes of lifting the fog of frigidity), and want more, more, more.  so now that youre no longer interested, i do tend to have what was once referred to as “diarrhea of the mouth,” i will tell you which “flicks with dick” flick i picked (you know what to do and how many times to do it). 

  
  

  farenheit 9/11.  of course i saw this one.  michael moore is great.  toes a fine line, he does.  sometimes with ease (seems to be most comfortable around workadays, radicals and corporate creeps), sometimes bumblimg and blubbery (more on this later).  all in all though, i enjoy his humble brand of critical investigation.

  
  

  great flick.  everyone in this country should see it.  children should be forced into large yellow busses and shipped to their local octo-plex to see it, billing it the board of education friendly “field trip to freedom.”  or as the french would say, “réceptionner le voyage à la liberté.”  *funny how lost in translation we all are.

  
  

  it is a little off though.  as i said before, he comes across a smidge bumbly.  out of his element when approaching capital hill cronies for some reason.  not as racy as when he was all but banging on gm ceo roger smith’s proverbially-and quite literally-locked doors.  not that it lacks conviction, but he sorta accidentally exposes his own political roots.  lets those really watching see what a god-n-guns, fried apple pie, give me liberty or give me an oscar kinda guy he was raised by his momma to be.  it shows man…

  
  

  but the power of the message.  wow!  itll getcha when you least expect it to.  just when you think youve heard this liberal crap a thousand times before [yet nothing ever happens of these useless, misguided, pc jargon spewin' bitch-o-crats], right in for the money!  gw declaring himself dictator; gw declaring his decision making process supremely guided by war; gw sitting avec arrogance among a classroom of children who would each serve this counrty as fearless leader a gazillion times better than he; gw sitting in same classroom [though a bit more confused in appearance as news reaches his ear] as 3,000 innocent black, white, red, yellow and blue, gay, straight, multisexual, asexual, microsexual and macrosexual, concerned, informed, tired, angry, confused, sad, joyless, thrilled, bored, hungry, spiritual, catholic, protestant, muslim, jew, agnost, pagan, cock lover, pussy basher, foot fetish, nambla supporter, stupid jerk, republican, democrat, libertarian and green, friend of coal and fucker of war, white collar, red neck, blue jean baby, la lady, and seamstress for the band women, men and children saw the end of time that we as spectators only know as reality tv; gw corn pone confirming the super rich and elite his “base”; gw lying in the names of those very diverse thousands who mostly wanted nothing more than to get home and have a tall glass of calm, coca-cola freedom; gw being.  may all the gods dwelling in the farthest spreads of the vast and infinite heaven above bless the usa.  ♠♠♠♠♠

  
  

  see what i mean?  it gets you as it should.  as it should indeed.

  
  

  yeah, thats enough for now. 

  
  

  dickcarter, downward drifter

  
  

   

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