The Chrism

The world is a giant cesspool. For once we can all be in agreement. No more of this incessant self-congratulatory simpering garbage that parades for civilized behavior for us, oh no, it’s time to pull out all the stops and beat our xenophobic drums, pound our hairy chests, and make every effort to isolate and crush any threat to our own perceived sensibilities. Welcome America, your fate will not be a pretty one.

Reading the news lately has been a huge exercise in hubris, or if I was to be more accurate, a huge exercise in horror.

We all are aware of the unparalleled amount of exposure that we now have to the world around us thanks to venues like the internet, and while it is nice to have so much easy access to so much information, one huge side effect of this glut is the simultaneous exposure to the utter douchebaggery that only humanity could master on such a grand scale.

Case in point.

The anthrax guy. Was this the right guy? Do we trust the FBI enough to believe that this dude was the guy they were really after? I mean, now that he’s offed himself, can we really trust the feds enough to believe that they were one step from cracking it wide open and handing this guy his ass? Apparently he took the dirt cocktail because he was tipped off that he was about to be arrested by the goons. Who knew that was coming, and why in the fuck would they tell a man who was (according to his shrink) homicidal? The whole thing reeks. And the bonus round has me wondering why this guy was working at Fort Dietrich at the bioweapons facility in the first place if he was so goddamned looped. What possible good would come from keeping a homicidal bioweapons expert on staff at a US Army bioweapons research lab? Anyone?

Then there’s the ‘Snooks” abduction case.

Some total jackweed marries a rich socialite businesswoman. The guy tells his wife he is a member of the ultraloaded and ultraconnected Rockefeller clan, and she, being the mental wizard she has been touted to be in the press, marries this clown without so much as a peek at anything pertaining to his actual reality. They have a kid, and Mr. Creeps becomes a stay-at-home dad while mom is off traipsing around the world making a mint and raising her standing in the vapid world of finance and influence. After a spell of this the woman decides that this dude is hiding too much and wants a divorce. They split, but he is able to wrangle it so that his actual identity is sealed from her. Her reward for allowing this nonsense is full custody while the nut job dad is left having supervised visits with a social worker.

So this guy does what? Well, he tells friends he’s going to abduct his kid, and lo and behold… wait for it… he does!!

Whoa, shocker, never saw that coming.

Let’s see, he hid his identity from his own wife, and then after they split he tells people he will abduct his kid, and then he does? No way!

Isn’t it retarded?

So, he is caught, the kid is fine, and what kind of world are we living in?

Well, I’ll tell you.

Did you read about the fucking guy in Canada?

This 22-year-old guy is coming home to see his family. He’s a fucking carny for chrissakes, which in itself is weird enough. So, this carny is heading home on a bus through the Canadian wilderness. Luckily for him he gets to sit next to a 40-year-old Chinese guy, who for what may never be fully understood, has finally snapped. For whatever reason, the Chinese guy suddenly whips out a huge knife and starts stabbing the younger guy. He ends up stabbing him 50 to 60 fucking times! While all of this is going on, the people on the bus clamor to get off. No one stops to help the guy getting brutally murdered.

Now let’s, as an aside, just reflect on the information we have so far, shall we?

I know that watching someone go apeshit and start stabbing another guy is real fucking terrifying. I get that. And I think it’s only normal that a certain segment of the population would simply freak out and go for theirs in that situation. You know, like the mother holding the infant, they were sitting behind all this hellishness. She tossed her kid ahead, past the action, and got the fuck out of there. I get that. But what happened here, it appears, is that the entire remaining busload of people just got the hell out of there. Not a single person tried to stop this. Not one.

And it gets worse, so much worse.

While everyone else on the bus was apparently fighting to get out of the way of this scene, including the driver, the Chinese guy actually does the worst thing you could imagine and beheads the passenger. Yeah, cuts his fucking head OFF.

Somehow, as this is all going down, a cop is now on the scene calling back to the station to relay what is going down. During this call he very calmly tells the dispatcher about how the suspect is now “defiling the body,” and eating pieces of the dead guy’s flesh.

Is this cop raising a finger to stop this? No. He’s giving a play-by-play. He has become the Harry Carey on the scene. That’s fucking great isn’t it?

Welcome to earth.

And the best part of all is that these mountains of horrific indignities are played out in so many guises day after day in every city of this world without any sign of slowing down.

Meanwhile, there is ice on Mars, Comets may well destroy us, nuclear war is brewing in a place we know nothing about, David Lee Roth is back in Van Halen, Christina Applegate has breast cancer, and I hate everyone.

Okay, the last bit is hardly news.

I’ve talked about the death of my mother in here on a number of occasions, and I will always miss her. But seeing as how she saw how ugly it all is almost as well as I do, I am not sorry that she doesn’t have to see any more of this ever again, because we aren’t getting any more attractive as a race.

Can’t global warming hurry up and work its mojo? Will this shithole city be inundated when the ice caps go away? I can surely dream.

What attracts me more and more each day? The passing of time finds me shrinking into myself like a withering fruit in a drought. This life finds me drawn to the solace of silence and of fantasy and of…

Fuck it.

When you walk in this world in your bleached white baby dress with your garish platinum hair and your pathetic child dangles from your arm like a trophy of your claimed faith in a higher power to which you have donated your shriveled visage on each Sunday morning in exchange for a self-righteous gleam on which to hang your soul in judgment of all that is not you, when you give only of yourself your small-minded posturing from way up on high, do you not feel the pangs of guilt that you are somehow symptomatic of the very thing that will destroy us all and leave us in the annals of universal history as a stain and a blight on all that was good in the great failed experiment of life?

The only thing that allows me a small shard of peace is the comfort in knowing that no matter how long your family line goes on, no matter how many genetically atrophied mongoloids spew forth from your soiled loins, all of us, every single one, will one day die and be long forgotten. Forgotten, yes, because we are worth nothing and will be reduced to just that in the equalizing wash of time.

In case you haven’t noticed, I fucking hate Houston in August.

It’s a recurring theme.

Some decisions bear the sweetest fruit. Time is marching, I hear the boots, but I will fuck it all back with an unyielding vengeance. And I will go for mine.

Don’t talk to me of smiles and patience and acceptance; just crawl back to your empty hearts and your coddled nests of phony sympathy and pray to your words of christ in red and smile at yourself in the mirror. One day I will meet you on the road and your dress will be stained with the soil of a thousand floods, only then will the smiles take root and find their way into the waiting arms of mercy.

Foolish stumbling voles, eyeless, naked, utterly savage, and never less alone than right now…

And right now…

And right now…

And…