There’s A First Time For Everything. And A Last Time Too.
So I heard there’s a presidential election this year. I voted in one of those once. The last one actually. Put aside all my years of swearing that I never would because it just encourages the motherfuckers and all. It was like my big thing, my big gesture of being a good citizen after I finished my eight year prison sentence. Actually it was more that I just wanted to help a black dude be president cause I knew it would drive the bigots bat shit.
Don’t get me wrong, I studied up on the whole presidential race that year and like so many millions of others I was duly impressed with the whole HOPE and CHANGE thing. Obama seemed like a nice enough guy too, and he seemed a good bit more intelligent than the other dude. But I secretly liked the other dude as well, more as a charachter than for his dumb politics. I mean, McCain was sort of a likable fellow unless you happen to be the type who automatically demonizes every last conservative on Earth. He was sort of just a doddering old dude who did a lot of time in a prison camp. I mean, I could relate to that even though the place where I did time was really incomparable to his situation. But honestly I tend to like politicians more who make tons and tons of gaffes anyway, and he had his share of them. It’s kind of endearing when they fuck up the script and reveal themselves to be just as clueless and all too human as the people who’s votes they’re trying to scam.
But I voted for Obama, of course. And then nothing really changed. And the only hope I had was hoping this motherfucker would actually do some shit. But he didn’t. Well, he gave a bunch of filthy rich bankers even more fucking money if that counts. People want to act like he accomplished some shit by ordering the hit on Bin Laden. But he didn’t kill anyone, he just gave the orders. Somebody else did the killing, somebody else took the risk. He was just like every other cowardly head of state who sends young men and women out to do their killing, and to catch bullets and IED fragments on their orders. Motherfucker you want my vote this November go grab a rifle and go to Afghanistan yourself.
But I should have known better than to even vote. Actually I did know better, and I went against my own better judgement. Cause it would have made no difference at all, except that I wouldn’t have spent these past few years feeling cheated. Feeling played. Same thing would have happened if I voted for the other guy, or for an independent or Libertarian or the commie party candidate or whoever. Cause aint none of these bastards gonna do some shit to make a real appreciable difference in my fucking life. None of them are going to legislate some shit to make groceries more affordable, or give me a way to get my fucking teeth fixed before they fall out of my goddam head. Aint none of them even gonna give me affordable health care-and I mean some shit I can actually afford when I’m making less than 18, 000 a year and supporting a family.
It’s ridiculous. And it’s why I don’t really write about politics here. It just makes me fume. These motherfuckers dupe everybody time and time again and we still believe in this faux democracy. Fuck this shit, I’ll sooner man the barricades with a molotov in one hand and a black flag in the other than cast another fucking ballot. Not that anything so crucial is going to happen anyway. This is, after all America, and despite the near historic wealth disparities and rampant joblessness most people are content to sit idly by until somebody-like the Occupy movement-actually does something…and then the public gets into an uproar about “those goddam dirty hippies and fascist anarchist communists trying to subvert this country”. Then they go out and vote for the next charlatan who can successfully sell them the best dream.