Since I’ve taken on the massive task of reading the National Defense Authorization Act for Fiscal Year 2012, and because it’s an overwhelming mindfuck of a read, I wasn’t planning on writing anything this week. But then as I cruised through the site I call home this afternoon, I came across an article written by a reader named Eddieftw in response to my “Death Of Free Speech Pt.1″ entry from last week. First of all, I highly recommend you go and give it a read; he breaks down a very important subject that I think we all should pay more attention to. Secondly, I’d like to tip my hat to him since he made some excellent points. Such great points that the gears began to grind in my head and well, here I am, back behind my laptop and chain smoking my way through an unplanned writing session. Call it a response to a response or a sudden stroke of inspiration; whatever it is, I’m glad it happened.
It’s time to wake the fuck up, people. I’m so fucking tired of writing about this subject and I’ve discussed it so many times I feel like I’m running around in a conversational hamster wheel praying for God to just make my heart explode and take the pain away. The argument is endless; somebody asks me about Barack Obama expecting me to be like, “Oh he’s so wonderful. I just wanna stare into his eyes all day and accept everything he tells me because he’s the first ever Black President and no matter what he says or does I’ll support it, even if it’s the complete opposite of anything that could possibly have a positive result.” Needless to say, my response to their question usually generates a less than favorable reaction and leads to the other person insinuating that I’m racist.
The crest of financial pursuit from the money worship team at Occasional Superstar. Get that mickey fickin’ cash!
I think a lot. In fact, recently, one of my friends even gave me the quote, “Don’t think so much when it isn’t warranted.” That friend was completely right. I think entirely too much and usually I think about the wrong things. I did, however, misinterpret the quote. I was under the conclusion that thought was the thing that needed to be slowed down or changed, but I was wrong. It was and is the things that I was thinking about that needed to be shifted.
Right now it seems we are caught in the midst of a massive sea change, most glaringly evident in our Transatlantic home-away-from-home… time and space clash radically across the pond’s many currents… on one hand we have a tale of two cities upon a hill: London on behalf of Mother England, and DC on behalf of Lady Liberty… on the other we have a tale of two soundtracks… Watch the Throne versus The Adventures of Slick Rick… as Jay-Z and Kanye tout the impact and rap/hip-hop’s monarchical status of late – literally now - it would seem as if the future looks back to its golden age. As our generation’s defiance was defined by a one Posted Bill’s existential debate over “what the definition of ‘is’ ‘is’” – young subjective somethings mulling monotone over the “whys” of contemporary ills, micromanaging small fires, hyperfocusing on the nuanced semantics, preserving their fame, sealing their shame, and talking themselves out of a hole they inevitably talked themselves into needlessly… Essentially, just as Slick Willy’s surgically precise wordsmithing paved the way for triumph through hazy abstractions, it seems now as we spearhead our generational voyage towards an age of post-post-modernism, so we shift focus to our literal forefathering England – five hours, and seemingly lifetimes – ahead for ear-to-the-concrete countercultural guidance…
Money drove me crazy, more than anything else. When I had it, I go crazy. When I didn’t have it, I go crazy. There’s no middle ground on how to make sure the green stuff doesn’t fuck with my head and leave me wanting more and in a cold-sweat when I don’t posses as much as I want.
Groupthink is defined as the practice of thinking or making decisions as a group in a way that discourages creativity or individual responsibility. It sounds like plenty of fun if you’re one of those people that like to go to the movies with a crowd or sex orgies. But it’s quite sad, some people need other people to know how to feel, when to laugh or cry, and even what to hate. The powers that be handle all of that for these groupthinkers, these social hype-beasts and politically correct hipsters follow the trend and maximize on whatever these dictators of society tell them to do.
Happy Independance Day…
#breakfree #ladyliberateyourself
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