With so much
bullshit taking place in the Nation and making the headlines, both real and fake; you have to ask yourselves if
any of it surprises you.
I for one am
not surprised. I am no more surprised by this shit than I am coming home to
find that no one has cleaned my refrigerator for me – that apparently is always
my job. I’m not surprised when I reach for the egg nog and there is less than 3
oz. left in the damn container. Not. Fucking. Surprised. So I am not surprised
when I read headlines of scandal, embezzlement, cover-ups, tax evasion,
killings, sexual misconduct, rape, murder, war crimes etc. That doesn’t mean
that I lose hope. The same way that I hope one day I’ll come home and someone
will have scrubbed the toilets, cleaned the fridge and made me dinner, I hold
out hope that one fine day, humanity will collectively pull our heads out of
our shared giant anus.
With great
power comes great douchebaggery. That’s what Spider-Man’s Uncle tells him
before he kicks the bucket, right? Right before he peacefully passes in his
sleep, right? WRONG! Peter Parker’s Uncle was shot. Shot dead in front of a
library over a measly bag of money won at a fight. That’s petty bullshit –
child’s play. Contemplate what happens as the stakes get higher. Or scale it
back first if that helps to put things in perspective.
I started
thinking about what happens to my brain when power kicks my ego into gear. I
recall my first few days with my new car. For starters: it’s a piece of shit car, but for me it was
new and had Sirius XM and a back-up cam and that made me better than you. Holy
fuck, I can only imagine if that bitch had come equipped with heated seats! It
doesn’t take much to get me thinking that I am “better than” or entitled. Put
me in a group of peers designed to work on a project and assign me the role of
team lead then watch the power go directly to my head; it takes mere moments. Don’t
fuck around and say you haven’t done the same. It may suck, but we’re human and
fallible; these icons and leaders are merely human too. Don’t be surprised when
they fuck up; be surprised how they
fuck up.
At no point
in my life have I ever thought it might be neat to inappropriately assert
myself on a minor because “who wouldn’t want this?” There are zero times when I
thought that making a profit off the illness of another human being was at all
acceptable. There’s a special place in Hell for people of this caliber. The
more financial backing you have, the easier it is to get away with this
horseshit. That’s what it is – horseshit. Politicians [I said I wouldn’t get political
here, so I’ll keep this real brief] must come out of the womb with the innate
ability to spew shit from their face-holes and bury it quickly beneath the
bodies of the people they’ve sworn to serve. I get that it’s a life that they’ve
dedicated themselves to and chosen, but what I need to know is this: how the
fuck do you assholes sleep at night?
Is this a
nature vs. nurture thing? Let me help explain that a bit more. Were these
people always scum sucking assholes and money just nudged them over the edge or
were they perhaps good and kind people that money and fame corrupted? The
chicken or the egg - which came first? I’ll reiterate: I’m not surprised by any
of the shit I hear, see, or read any more. I am merely saddened and surprised at
the extent to which my idols and leaders have fallen. None of this is supposed to be funny or even
thought- provoking; it’s simply one crazy woman’s thoughts on a shitty state of
affairs. I would like to believe that there are still good people out there
that aren’t power whores; people that we can trust to put our best interests
first. Hopefully they are kind, compassionate, and steadfast, know where to
place the apostrophe, and for the love of God – know the difference between “heal”
and “heel.”
Morgan
Freeman, if you can hear me: I will seriously lose my shit if you wind up in
scandal. I can’t take much more, man. If anyone can give me the answer to the
chicken and the egg, please send correspondence to: rantsandswears@gmail.com
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