I have read, research, been overrun by, and saturated with an avalanche of online bullshit. There is an obscene amount of mis-information, opinions, unverified facts and just general BULLSHIT that is being redistributed as fact thru the media outlets, the social streams, and day to day conversation.

A few posts before this one the author takes aim at Tangled, a whimsical little tale that is a modern take on Rapunzel, the tale of the girl trapped in the tower with the amazingly long hair. As the movie tells it, she was trapped in the tower after being kidnapped by an evil woman because her hair keeps the kidnapper young. On her 18th birthday a rogue petty thief climbs into her tower while running from the guards. Long story short, she wants to go to the kingdom where she was kidnapped from to see the lights that occur every year—surprisingly—on her birthday.

It’s not a tale of oppression or downtrodden lives. It’s a story of victory, persistence, and overcoming your past. Definitely, Disney wraps up misdeeds in moments but that shouldn’t deter from the message. People can change.

Aside from Tangled, people are mouthing off with verbal diarrhea about the Occupy Movement when they aren’t sure of anything. No, this isn’t an episode of Real Housewife of Some Fucking Where when problems are superficial and resolutions are immediate. This is real motherfucking LIFE and it takes TIME to get things sorted out. The unnecessary bullshit is NOT edited out. Deal with it. Maybe they aren’t the most articulate, well dressed, hair combed, suit on, make up immaculate Hollywood-esque bastards the networks so often portray thru MindFuckinglyStupid “REALITY” TV shows but these are real people. This is YOUR WORLD.

So SHUT THE FUCK UP. Your incessant nagging, bitching and whining and degenerate Facebook groups or statuses will not change anything.

Yes, I understand the inherent counter this post in and of itself creates.

Am I bitching about bitching? No. This is a direct assault, a direct criticism aimed against mindless drivel and verbal bullshit.

This is not bitching.

Shut the Fuck Up.

Sigh

One of my favorite songs is by Straylight Run.

As young as I was—I felt older back then
More disciplined-Strong and certain
[…]
and i’ve become content with this life that i lead
where i drink to much and don’t believe in much of anything
and i lie to myself
and say “it’s for the best.”
we’re moving forward, but holding ourselves back
and we’re waiting on something that will never come

I used to be broke ALL THE TIME. I was never ahead on bills—I paid them as I got them. I ate shitty food, had a 19” VCR TV combo, drank Busch Lite in all its deliciousness, got full blown wasted every Saturday nite and hated myself for it every Sunday morning. And I never had more than a 100.00 in the bank.

Raise your hand if that sounds like your past. Who’s finally got a job that was supposed to be all financial troubles behind? Make it all better? Give you that dream life that you always wanted? Keep your hands up if that money you’re making is making you happy.

silence in the room

It’s the Fight Club philosophy. The things you own… end up owning you.

Slaves to dreams that’ll never come true… working jobs we hate for shit we don’t need.

You know what adults are? Kids that owe money.

-Say Truth

Hmm…..

Think about it. Have you ever broadcasted your religious views? Gave thanks to Allah or Buddah or Jesus or The Flying Spaghetti Monster or L. Ron Hubbard in mid status update? Or have you ever slammed someone—maybe not a single individual –but another religion? (If you were for the Koran burning and you mentioned it on your status then pay attention).

That is how you fuck up your friend relationship. Do you even understand the relationship with your deity? It’s a personal and private relationship. It is a sacred conversation to be shared between you and your deity alone. Your Facebook status is not the place to share it. Jesus does not want you to create those mind blowingly annoying “Repost if you love Jesus” paragraphs.

He wants you to empty your spare change to that bum on the street. Did you do that? Nope. You felt righteous and holier-than-thou by giving a shout out to JC on your status.

And then your friends dumped you.

Here’s the point tonite—just in case you need a TL;DR version.

Let your faith and your religion be your faith and your religion. Look inward.

These are my words.

-say truth.

Shit I’m tired. I may or may not have had too much to drink tonite. My main concern tonite is politics. Do you even—ever—care?

Last nite’s episode of Family Guy gave rise to a very vital thought: what if those that oppose those in power only oppose those that are in power because they are indeed in power?

Wait—back up. Please read it again.

Are you fighting what you’re fight because you can and disagree with it or because it’s because you truly disagree with it? Or is it simply because you’ve been programmed? Hmmm….

No—don’t panic. Seriously contemplate these words. Are you railing against the system because it’s the latest faddish thing to do?

Wow—did that blow you—our—minds? You degenerate idiots, absorbing all that is fed to you… the media controlling your thoughts… the hyper mass hysteria guiding your sentences, the mob mentality driving your idiocy… I understand.

You’re a jackass. Full blown, unadulterated, un-abridged jackass who has not managed to digest any information that has been rammed right up your ass for the last twenty years.

Read. Educate. Learn.

Do not be a fucking absorbent sponge soaking up the bullshit of the masses.

I’m done here.

These are my words.

-Say Truth.

I love the smells that a woman can emit. A woman can get out of the shower, soaking wet, no perfume, no additional smells—just the clean smell of a woman’s body is fantastic. When a woman has been in the gym, or working in the yard, sweaty—that is the organic stench of womanhood. It is a smell that says ‘Yes, I am a woman, I am human, and this is my body in all its glory”. I am comfortable with that smell.

The touch of a woman is like no chemically induced euphoria. The silk of shaven legs, the curve of a woman’s breast, the hint of sex from a woman’s shoulders—the feel of a woman is angelical. I love it.

A woman’s body is a mystery, a journey, a place of legend. It is an award that must be earned and subsequently bestowed upon a man by the gods—and by gods I mean Women.

And I love summer. I love the façade that is lacquered over the fashion industry that allows women to wear miniscule clothing under the pretense of wearing summer clothes. That is amazing.

But it is everywhere. Women travel in packs and droves and gangs—all wearing nearly nothing. It is enough to destroy the beauty that is the mystery that is the woman’s body. There is nothing left to find, nothing left to explore.

We gave it up. It is our fault. For once—our wishes were granted. We wanted to know what the coeds from UNCW looked like when they were not swathed in thick winter jackets, UUG boots, and UNCW hoodies. We needed to know what their petite bodies looked like when wearing daisy duke blue jeans short and Our Wishes Were Granted. It is both Fantastic and a Failure.

Summer gave us Sex and it Took it Away. We’re dumbed down to our animalistic instinct.

What else do you need to know? Summer—and sex—will forever be joined. When those bikinis were first launched in France so many years ago…

We were changed forever.

These are my words.