Ive heard of what happens when you combine a disgruntled population and liquor and I’m sure some of readers have heard , even experienced this ungodliness. For fucks sakes, why am I documenting my account of my booze ridden adventures then? I’m not sure to be perfectly honest, maybe because of some miniscule chance that some future civilizations uncover my tales of drunken debatury and worship it, or If by some small chance I am studied like a lab mouse in a couple of hundred years for the benefit of saying “this what was wrong with mankind back in second millennia.” If there’s any justice in the world, (which by all means, is not) they would learn from the mistakes of me and my liquored comrades. As well as the rest of the population who already know that we are all helplessly doomed.

That’s beside the point and even though I am severely rambling right now, and to whatever readers I have left, I thoroughly apologize. If you have ever partied in the current decade you will realize the hopelessness in their eyes, and how they wash it out with hard liquor and serious drinking games. Not to say I am not one of these bleeding-heart liberal communists, but shit, what else do we have left?

There is a general feeling of animosity in the air, of all institutions, and it has spread. Usually it’s the intellectuals of the generations who point out the wrong-doings of power driven fiends, but in today’s world, there truly is a grassroots movement of distaste of the governing powers that be.

Lord, I was born a ramblin’ man

Trying to make a living and doing the best I can

When it’s time for leaving, I hope you’ll understand

That I was born a rambling man

Again that is the booze talking. After this diarrhea of incoherent dribble, I feel as though I have lost most of my readers, but to the one straggling reader I have who probably frequents local watering establishments and enjoys the company of cheap whores, Thank You! I have the same inhuman habits as well.

Underprivileged propitious pricks are the phrase that comes to mind when describing today’s generation. Kids these days rely on the strenuous efforts of their parents to spend their nights drowning themselves away into Margarita-ville. These flaccid characters go through the motions of society. Told how to think, feel and act by the powers that be. Under the guise of individualism, they are spoon fed the latest fashions, music and slang by television executives who have no foundation in reality. Hell, with that power and money, why not?

Unfortunately the truth is that these spawns of MTV do not know why they are drinking. They have been told by the powers at be that drinking is some sort of confidence booster, some way of expressing their individuality.

Well stab me with a stake and chop off my head, but we are being brainwashed into mindless drones that can be turned onto any idea, such as patriotism at the flick of a switch. My simple solution to the archaic problem is simply to cut the power. It’s easy, locate the source of the misinformation power box and spill the rest of your beer on it. Its fine, I will compensate for the rest of the terrible natural light you’ve been drinking , I will buy you a goddamn beer that will make you sell your grandmother for another tall pint of goodness.

This is not for the scandalous blue-balling pricks who just read a sentence and feel as though they understand the author to the degree of writing a college thesis. This is much deeper than that. The meaning behind this dis-integrative writing has a simple meaning. I for one, do not know yet, I but when I do I will send it via the pony express straight to your termite ridden hollow existence of a mind.

So where exactly where we? Of course, Last night. To be truthfully honest, I don’t really remember much, so to those of you expecting some insight or direction, Sorry!

move over epic bearded dude, there is a new sheriff in town