memyselfnie

2017 was the year of the allegation, and there is evidence that

will continue.  Lots and lots of sexual allegation, no old police

reports, no rape kits, not a single love child, no stained dress,

no charge even filed.  Not that things didn’t happen, but stuff

from decades ago, hard to prove without corroborating proof.

No evidence of collusion,  no proof that emails even existed,

no proof they were deleted either, no proof of mental instability,

no evidence proving that Assad gassed his own people, pics of

dead civilians and esp babies not withstanding.  No evidence of

even one Iranian nuke, or even an Iranian nuke program, but

there is still plenty of Assad and Iran mongering.  There isn’t

even evidence of a bad deal, but the presses keep rolling on

everything, and if there’s ever any evidence of anything,

the media will make damn sure you are righteously

indignated, 24/7.

First off, instead of  Fergie,  here’s Jimi Hendrix  at

Woodstock.  Everyone please shit or go blind for the playing

of the best anthem rendition ever.  He blew every mind

on the planet, probably the most patriotic  thing any great

guitarist junky has ever done,too.

What a long, strange trip it’s been.

I have a theory tho, that the whole world started

tripping one morning back in the 70’s, when I had to

tell someone from Jimmy  Carter’s white house that,

“He’s on another line and he’ll call you right back.”

You just don’t do that in this country, but I did.

I walked around for weeks after that, mumbling,

“We’re all gonna die…”  The voice on the other end

of that line was clearly pissed, when he said,

“Does he know who this is?” but he was just as shocked

as me when I replied, “Yes sir, and he said he’d call ya

right back!”

I never did apologise for that, but I am sorry, cause

ever since that day, the whole world’s been tripping.

I know it when I see it, and when somebody throws crap at a canvas

and says, “That is good”, I reserve the right not to buy that crap.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, not whoever trying to

pass off crap as quality, the discriminating beholder (me).

So the next time somebody tries to sell you some crap, tell em

I sent you.

My heart was in the right place, but those feelings seem to

have been hi-jacked by reality’s agenda.  So the Titanic first

cruise of straight lives matter has been…uh…deferred.

Wrapped in a false flag of (self) righteousness, I suspect

things a little too seriously.