Millennial Paradise

Well here we are again. Another day in millennial paradise thriving under capitalist isolation and mental illness. I now need writing work more than ever. Thanks to my recent car wreck I need new glasses, a new laptop, and yes a new car, all of which costs a lot money. You remember that stuff right,Continue reading “Millennial Paradise”

A Tangent about Medicare for All

On March 21, 2018 at approximately 9:30pm I was in a terrible car wreck that broke my leg. I also ended up losing my job because I couldn’t walk and lost my car in the wreck. As of May 3, six weeks and a day since the accident, I have moved on to phase twoContinue reading “A Tangent about Medicare for All”

My Recent Car Wreck; Trauma Will Not Win

Like many young writers who play the professional game I picked up a part time job for some extra cash and experience to keep my resume flowing while I still look for the door to kick in and put my foot. I started canvassing for rent control in the city of Sacramento and felt wonderfulContinue reading “My Recent Car Wreck; Trauma Will Not Win”

The Banks Aren’t the Only Bullys on the Playground

While I am very pleased that the issue of income inequality has finally taken a stronghold in the American political dialogue, I have noticed that the rhetoric has fallen short, even from my beloved Bernie. Sanders has brought to the media something that the rest of us have already known for years, the growing wealthContinue reading “The Banks Aren’t the Only Bullys on the Playground”

The Death of Hombar, Part 2

 II One day, they told him he was going to get to go home. They loaded him onto a primitive mass transport with the other prisoners. On Earth it was called a “bus” he would learn.  “We call this garbage,” thought Hombar, a mass transport, on wheels no less, and it even ran on petroleumContinue reading “The Death of Hombar, Part 2”

The Death of Hombar, Part I

I Hombar didn’t beg for mercy. He gave that up during the torture. He tried to tell them the truth, but they only waterboarded him more. “Who are you!?” The men in black would scream. Their attire was bizarre to Hombar, the men wore the same anachronistic suits he used see in the history booksContinue reading “The Death of Hombar, Part I”

Dear Unoriginal Jerk, Comedy isn’t dying, you are

To the assholes of the internet, tedious talk radio shows and podcasts, and low brow pandering comedians who insist that “Comedy is dying,” because of “Political Correctness,” I have to inform you that no, comedy is not dying, it’s evolving. Despite the problems our culture faces, one factor that has continually been demonstrated in theContinue reading “Dear Unoriginal Jerk, Comedy isn’t dying, you are”

The Burden of Empathy : Chapter 10

Chapter 10 I didn’t awake until 9:40, well after my parents had awaken.  I’m sure my substance consumption from the night before played a part.  I still had no problem repeating it.  I popped and snorted the last of the pills and smoked at least a gram of the dope and a bit of hash. Continue reading “The Burden of Empathy : Chapter 10”

The Cinematic Innovations and Implications of Citizen Kane

Citizen Kane was released during a time of immense change and social conflict.  It was also a time when film technologies, methods, and the overall popularity of the medium were reaching peaks. The film was also released during an era of history that was socially elitist and darwinistic.  The rich white male elitist climate ofContinue reading “The Cinematic Innovations and Implications of Citizen Kane”

Listen to this Moment and Every Moment: How all is and can be one.

What does it take to get the human mind to end its constant veracious speed?  The human mind is constantly active, constantly working in ways that even when we are aware of it we barely understand.   Yet there is a problem. Humans are effort minimizers and euphoria maximizers.  We want the reward but weContinue reading “Listen to this Moment and Every Moment: How all is and can be one.”

Rhetorical Questions

Do we call to arms our great minds for the sake of their minds? Do we not sit upon thrones made of African machine guns? Are these thrones not sitting in the Louvre or the British Museum? Does vanity become a bi product of consciousness, or consciousness a bi product of vanity? Are we slavesContinue reading “Rhetorical Questions”

False Label of Savage

Savage that which is the nature of rebellion is that of truth nor structure. Savage, Exotic Savage, the nobel savage. What you find is no savage. I stand before you, audience to this scene, bare word to this woe, to this rest. Savage is that rest, in the black heart of the jungle, the restContinue reading “False Label of Savage”