Just a few random thoughts that all bring about in me the same two word response. And you know the two words. It has a hand gesture that only uses one finger.
$15 to $30 sandwiches.
$5,000 a month rent and you’re happy about it.
And the cost of that house is what? And you live where?
The place is absolutely filthy and no longer has any ecological restrictions.
You hate. You hate everybody. You hate, you cancel and you don’t listen to anyone or anything and yet you offer nothing for your deals.
Internationally, your military support only makes you murderers and nothing else. The American military is not welcome anywhere where they occupy space. Think about it. You are the adversary and all you’re doing is creating unstable and miserable political situations and then stealing the resources.
And don’t even get me started about the ecological damage of a petroleum based super-funded military that cares more about lethality than ecological damage to the environment around them. The Russians are in love with this idea as well.
What is your problem with trying to get enough people into the prisons? You have how many criminals? And what is that ethnic breakdown for people that go to jail and don’t?
Traffic cops and getting killed. Think about it.
Your food sucks. Your fast food is ruining the planet, creating diabetes and heart disease in every culture that never traditionally had it.
California is on fire from global warming but you still won’t stop selling me cars during the Super Bowl.
Your movies suck! Your television sucks worse. Hollywood sucks. The Dodgers suck. Enough said.
You allowed a Christian media monopoly to dictate policy on your country and put every single politician in their pocket. Easy peasy lemon squeezy, how much can we steal from how many stupid people?
I’m not Christian. This means I don’t support popularity contests as a way of making political decisions. Your conservative side of the aisle speaks in gibberish. And I’m also not a lemming so I don’t go along with whatever they tell me is the new way to hate. You guys are miserable.
And tell me again about the opioid problem.
Excuse me, but what’s the story on availability of automatic weapons? And then the only real question is whether or not it’s genuinely competent for military use. Don’t you feel the love? And what exactly are those statistics for gun violence?
You just reelected a felon. Not just a felon, a brainless fool of a felon and you’re proud of this.
You are obligated to thank people in the military for being good murderers. Think about this. We are supposed to be in love with murderers you sent abroad. You are proud of your murderers and your ability to murder. Thank you for your service.
MLB as an example of baseball sucks. Japan is 1 million times better to watch. They have crisper games, more enthusiastic players and less open egos all around the diamond. Really, another home run. Whoop-Dee-Doo. Give me the stats on that one and watch as a millionaire jogs slowly around the bases while we count the strikeouts of a guy whose arm only has to last about five innings. Oh boy! That guy throws 115 miles an hour. Aren’t we thrilled again and again and again for at bats where absolutely nothing happens? Just count the pitches before letting the billionaires go home.
And it costs what to go to a ball game?
And let me just say this one more time: You did what to Barry Bonds? You did what to Barry Bonds? You invented a particular hate just to aim it at Barry Bonds? For this alone, you should never talk to me again.
And I’m not really into pictures but how about the cover shot? Does it matter what city it is? Are you proud of the amount of air pollution and garbage you make? Does that amazing lifestyle absolutely have to require perpetual paranoid economic slavery causing the desecration of the planet Earth?
The newest cultural rage is smashburgers.
Your Patriot Act allowed Discover bank to steal my life savings and their supposed security department took pleasure in raping me just for trying to figure out the problem. And don’t forget that I am still a citizen.
Your wonderful sanctions make it impossible for human beings to have anything with you. Not the government, you kill the people who don’t even have a vote here. And you want love in return?
You sell weapons so that Ukrainians and Russians can kill each other and yet you still buy oil from the fucking Russians which means you fund both sides and profit from it. Think about this for a while.
You not only support the war in Ukraine but the terrorism in Israel. You support war and murder and hate for profit. You profit from human suffering.
You intentionally ignore global warming because it bothers your ability to continue economic slavery. You are to blame for the ecological state of the planet which is, for all intents and purposes, broken, probably irrevocably. And yet you continue business as usual.
You advocate killing ecological activists publicly in the media and yet cancel me for feeling a bit violent about it. What’s the word for that? Oh yeah, hypocrisy. Thank you for American global hypocrisy.
You’re not only inaccessible but you’re boring when I do get access. I can’t get into a conversation with any old American friends because they are afraid to talk to me. They are afraid. But even if they’re not afraid, it’s the easiest conversation in the world. When are you coming home? Why aren’t you coming home? Simple answer: I am home. I’ve been home and you’ve never had a better home to offer me.
Hey real estate fans: I own my property outright and my local pension makes my life completely free. And I’m not even going to talk about the amount of land or my garden or a lifestyle that at least used to be a minimal carbon footprint. And you want me to spend how much for a room just so that I get the exact same internet availability I have right now? And I would have to live where and have what going on around me? Goddamn it, you get rid of the Russians, I live in a park. Get rid of the Americans and we all live in a park.
And lastly, I have never had any help or support from you. I have never even received a job offer or an opportunity to make use of anything I’ve ever done. I’ve never even had an invitation to speak to students or even a pension to live on. America has never done anything for me except block me and steal my money. But you still love to talk about me as if I’m nobody and that has never changed.
Just a thought. The Russians stopped me from making money here years ago. The Americans have never given me any money and they stole everything I tried to bank over there. And yet living here, I still have never managed to get to the bottom of the money I have. And my ability to live independently is all from the non-exploitive work of my own two hands and this includes my current ability to pay for help from others when I need it. Think about that for a minute.
You said that my life was worthless. Bitches, I was a legitimate hero of 9/11 and no one ever even acknowledged my courage, discipline or bravery. Oh but it’s such a scandal and so easy to dismiss me, Cancel me, Me Too me and generally forget me. Are you joking? Are you seriously joking? Guess again. Really, guess again about the American value of a human life.
And here? Have you guys ever seen pictures of my girlfriends from here? Not just that, okay? But there was that and, Happy Valentine’s Day, I currently have the coolest and sexiest and most independent girlfriend in the world. Boom shakalaka!
I have and have had a remarkable non-restrictive life that started the moment I left and don’t you ever forget it. I’m not only a cultural icon, an artist and a publisher and I have broken every rule in the book. I’m seemingly the most dangerous man in the world. Recruited and punished by the Russians. Feared by the Europeans. And as a professional, I was Darth Vader in my time as a teacher and I speak the English language better than any of you. In fact to me, you are nothing but a bunch of illiterate murderers who think, as my mom used to say, your shit doesn’t stink.
And that one was as a gentleman, not a rapist and I’ve never owned a car.
I don’t know who you think you are but I’m not nobody and never have been. I’m a hero for your country and this one and probably for the planet. And I am the greatest writer alive today and you won’t even let me talk.
Really? When am I coming home? Really?
Mental image. An old Jewish guy with a big beard is thinking and calculating using his fingers and writing numbers on an imaginary blackboard. He does the numbers carefully and comes up with the answer to the problem. It’s the number one. That represents both himself and the use of his middle finger towards the answer of this question.
