It’s hard to Write in the climate we live in today. A racist megalomaniac roams the halls of the White House mumbling about walls, and migrants bringing copious amounts of drugs into the nation. Hell someone should give those poor bastards a medal for attempting to skew the reality in which we live.

The other editors on this site are always talking about their unfinished articles, and genuine attempts to churn out blog posts; however, the content never seems to arrive. I’m no different either. My days start with the good intentions to spew out a few words of wisdom for the five thousand subscribers that diligently await my rant, and end with sorrow of knowing I had something to say but kept it bottled up.

It is not that I don’t want to write, but rather get wrapped up in life and trying to do too much. No its not enough to write a blog we also…

Oh jesus! I almost went down that rabbit hole and took y’all with me. We should definitely talk about something meaningful tonight.

Goodness, I think it’s finally kicking in. Who knows what this reads like or looks like for that matter with the keys jumping out of this typing board and each stroke seemingly a bottomless pit. Don’t look at the screen by George that’s especially strange with each pixel rising and falling to Rocket Man. Alright, we can do this so let’s pour a drink to straighten ourselves out.

The Democrats control the House of Representatives, and took over many state offices, a small consolation prize after having our elections stolen from the American public. How the fuck did we get in this situation in the first place? Maybe its all been a bad trip from that blotter we took on election day when Hillary was on pace to be the next president. I knew that was a bad idea. Tim!

Hopefully, I’m locked away in Belleview Mental Hospital right now and this whole thing is in my head. For your sake that would be the best thing. We both know that’s not the case though.

Football is the only thing keeping us going, but that’s even getting weird. Some of the worst coaching in the history of the sport is keeping a few teams backed by the Russians at the top of the playoff system. How else can a team go undefeated for 2 years beating the SEC champions and the only team to beat 2 number one ranked teams in the nation and not get a chance to compete. Well now bowl games don’t matter and the only real winners drink vodka.

If you’re drinking a properly distilled bourbon, and an American pale ale then you’re not even close to being a winner in this American dream. We have sold our soul to the cickle and the hammer. In this America, the colored folk are gunned down in the street out of fear, and the Jews are murdered during baby naming ceremonies. The natives have mostly been killed off, and angry white men are turning their guns on crowds to get that rush of murder.

Love is not in the vocabulary of these sick bastards and I’m not sure they are insane. They truly believe that they have been wronged and the world needs to pay. Maybe, it’s a loss in status or it could just be the more we evolve the more insane we become. Wait… I said they weren’t insane; well of course they are you’d have to be, or maybe I just want to believe that.

This has not even taken that long to write! What the hell is wrong with us, why have we forsaken our readers? I don’t think the other authors on this blog realize how good their writing is, I’d pay to read it. I miss their rants and witty quips, or their exposés of beer festivals. The sports section always provides insight you won’t get from a sports illustrated one needs way more cocaine to write at the level this blog provides. My god, there is an entire religion that follows this blog and their messiah just stopped Providing Insight and guidance to the masses. What if Buddha just came up missing?

So what if this is all over the place! Not every Song will be a master piece but they all have their place and meaning to someone. I see you have made it this far well good for you, most people have given in by now not allowing themselves to be fully emerged in the writing or expecting an endless spewing of dick jokes, and drug references. You’re a special breed one of us, a real gem.

Some times the words flow like a song needing to be sung providing insight and jubilance to the readers, but other times they are forced much like a blues song. No one really wants to play the blues, they have to, it’s instinctual and your forcing something out that’s bottled inside. It’s pure truth, raw and uninviting just like the words on this page. Some of you will understand and others wont. Everyone will know in your own time at some point what this all means.

We’re all in the same place and it will all end at some point. Yes even the earth, sun, and stars. Some will tell you there is a special place, which some imagery part of us that makes us who we really are will float into another realm that scientists haven’t found and cannot prove. It’s hard to imagine nothingness, not darkness, but nothing; you remember, like before you were born. Remember that? Of course not, but its where we are all headed in the end, and deep down you know this.

So if now is all we got and all we will ever have its about how/what we are in this moment. The atheist who lives a moral life is the closest to god out of anyone because they are not moral out of fear, or the prospect of a perfect life beyond this one. Instead, it’s just the right thing to do.

All of this will come out in the wash as the old-timers say. Just remember the Republicans took a risk and sold our country to Russia so Trump could build a hotel. In return they got the their taxes lowered for a couple years, control of a stolen supreme court, and the opportunity to take America back to the middle ages when all a person had to live for was the magical life to come that scientists cannot prove.

Oh, by the way they have found the section of the brain that makes you feel like you have a soul. Who am I to debunk millions of years of propaganda designed to control the masses by telling them its okay if this life is shit, because the one coming is way better.

Hold on tight I feel like this blog is about to explode! May the articles come overflowing from the writers who grace the fan base upon their whim. Until next time…