fuck the southern poverty law center
may there be a damnably hot place in hell for whatever asshole decided that the CD for “the best of bread” (an album from my childhood that i finally got around to ordering) should feature a prominent 1/3 page to tout the race-baiting hate whores at the SPLC.
rhino records? i’ll be damned if i knowingly buy another CD from you bastards. thanks for utterly fucking up a great trip down memory lane. flipping through the liner notes (while listening to “mother freedom”, in a sad coincidence), i come upon yet another reminder that the entire world is insanely stupid. no hope.
if you knew half the shit i experienced today… this planet can’t exist much longer. starting to think that perhaps the internet and global communications have merely expanded socialism and collectivist nut jobbery exponentially. i’m trying to get a certain thing done right now, and it’s just…
all day long — simpering, whimpering, “do what i’m told” assholes. the united states is now the premier haven of the cyber-enhanced apparatchik and obedient punk ass.
my message to all government toadies: i hold you personally, severally and collectively liable for the actions of your life and your psycho associates. and i don’t give a fuck if you’ve read this. i don’t give a fuck if you’re a “nice” person. you should know that what you’re doing is utterly sick.
and a week after i was hit by a van while riding my bicycle, my repeated calls to the cops (they only have a machine) go unanswered, even after calling the original cop’s supervisor. man, if you only knew the shit i’ve seen this week. too depressing to even discuss. sick world.
well, world — you might find out that some people can amaze you just when you least expect it.
mother freedom remains in my heart, and i am going to buck the system like a patient motherfucker. patience. that is my last word here. there’s no reason to say anything more. world is too crazy for it to matter. anybody who’d understand already does.
bye.