OK, here it is. I don't normally rant like some of the other "writers" featured on this site and I have been receiving some "fan" mail recently asking me what the fuck the point of my ramblings are. Today, however, a situation aroused my ire enough to produce something similar to the literary outrage of my "colleagues". I would just like make sure that everyone(the few close friends that read each other's work on the website) does not think that I am bowing to, and I use one of Hunter S. Thompson's favorite nouns, the Pigfuckers, who cannot simply read and be entertained by the fact that what they're reading captures their attention for more than 3 minutes and keeps their mind from being manipulated by some commercial ploy.

          Holy fucking shit. This has got to be the pinnacle of pitifulness for a society that has been so bombarded by commercial psychological manipulation that it now cannot even decide, by itself, what it should like. I don't know what's worse. A FUCKING TALK SHOW HOST deciding what literature has merit or the people who blindly accept the decision. It's bad enough to have some lizard fucking moron hopped up on their own success as a teleprompt reader pretending to be the last word on what people should and should not read but what about the thousands, no, tens of thousands, of mindless people aimlessly searching for anything to make their life meaningful who eat this shit up like it's a hot fucking fudge sundae.....and we wonder how some of these FUCKING LUDICROUS cults have huge congregations. A couple of us have breifly discussed the subject briefly at one lunch or another but never to any degree, so I do not pretend to know the mechanics of the little club but I'm sure it passes itself of as merely providing "suggestions" as to which literature will expand the average person's consciousness. The main problem with this is that our society is so fucking lazy. They are motivated by the sad herd instinct to have the same perspective as everyone else, so they're ecstatic to find out they don't need to think for themselves at all. All they have to do is follow the simple brainless step by step instructions and then they can sit and mindlessly talk about the same things and agree with one another. Blah, blah, blah....mindlessly talk.....like opening your mouth and letting out verbal vomit fulfills some kind of basic instinctual need for these people....FUCKING PITIFUL. WHAT A BUNCH OF SAD SHIT. This winds me up just to write about it. That and the fact that I've been waiting for 2 weeks to see the girl I'm in love with and I have to wait another hour. I have a friend who waited 5 years to marry a girl before he had sex with her and then didn't mind waiting another month; AFTER THEY WERE MARRIED!!!!. HOLY CRIPPLED, HALF-MAD JESUS!!!! I don't know how the heathen fucker does it. I'm starting to see things in a bit of a new perspective and I am all about that "putting in the effort for something I really believe in" but that eastern Zen shit must be hereditary. The bastard is Indian(dots not feathers) and he is light years ahead of me. By the way, I love writing with profanity. Since I write wholly from my corporate email account, I have not done this in the past. It would just tickle some sad ass Texas bible belt hypocrite asshole to bust my ass out of a better job than his for using company property to write profanity. However, I don't fucking care anymore.........Sorry.....I digress....

          To the other partner in the crime. The writers. I can understand the publishers....Goddamn life sucking, money motivated, bastards. They remind me of a sweet young girl in a pretty short skirt and flowers clutched in her hand, leaning over a drinking fountain and taking a sip of some clean, cool, clear, refreshing water......while cockroaches crawl out of her anus. That's why I can't bag on the poor dead writers whose books are prostituted by the publishers. I'm sure there are many many excellent works that are pushed to Opra's valiummed public. But the live motherfuckers...that's a different story. You can argue with me all day long about it not being any of the writer's business but any writer who doesn't care what happens to something he put all of himself into to produce probably produced a giant hunk of meaningless shit and they know it belongs in Oprah's book club for drooling morons. I feel like I should say, at this point, that as long as people are reading it is a good thing no matter what their motives are or how they arrived at the destination. But you know what? FUCK THAT. That would just perpetuate these jackasses to use whatever honesty or intellectual water the book holds to help them justify some flaky, half baked crap they were needing justified to themselves or anyone else by perverting the book's message or point and by taking things out of context. It's just a microcosm of all the power mad murdering nutballs in history who kill, rape and pillage in the name of their all knowing, compassionate and forgiving god or use some other manifesto like the bible to justify actions that were in no way any part of the author's message. How often do we see that shit??? ALL THE FUCKING TIME and I don't need some lame moronic bitch justifying her acting like a fucking cunt because she just read something by Gloria Steinem or some pathetically lazy asshole blaming his unemployment on the capitalist devils because he read something on Karl Marx(bad examples, no doubt filled with all sorts of incongruities, but screw off, I'm on a roll....). Basically you now have two useless fucking people that have managed to make themselves feel good about being complete fucking wastes by taking something out of context. I say if someone can't read and understand for themselves they should be cut from the societal herd, left by the wayside and pissed on. Not to mention you know that if there aren't already kickbacks to Oprah or someone in Oprah's camp from somebody wanting to get themselves or someone else on the list, oh yeah motherfucker, there soon will be.

          Anyway, I'm getting tired of reading my own bullshit. I hope somebody out there reads this, throws away "The Grapes of Wrath", watches "Temptation Island" and feels good about it. This whole book club thing may even turn out to be a good thing as now you've got a nice neatly packaged list of people that you shouldn't hire or that you can make obscene phone calls to. Until next time......Fuck Off......

          Oh yeah, PS. If you get a chance to meet one of those beaming, smug, guru, PhD of some happy ass major, "very secure and comfortable with where they are right now" authors of some best selling self help book on Oprah's list. Kick them in the nuts and ask them to explore how that made them feel. Heh, heh, heh....