Thursday morning I took off from San Jose, CA, about 11am, destination Placerville. Next morning, left my X5 and took my brother’s new Ford F-250 northeast on Hwy 50 towards Tahoe and after the descent from Echo Summit, cut east and then southeast on Hwy 89 over Monitor Pass, intersecting Hwy 395 just south of Topaz Lake.
From that point, it’s mostly south by southeast, then after lots of hours, a cut southwest on Hwy 14, then northwest on 58, ending up late in the late afternoon in Tehachapi, not far from Mojave, to pick up a 6,500 lb. package from another brother. This morning, I headed west to Bakersfield, then northwest on Interstate 5, back to San Jose for the delivery. 17-hour, drive-time loop.
…The truck was equipped with satellite radio, so I found myself on the part of the dial comprising NPR, BBC, and a few commie and fascist talk channels—lafing my ass off about all of it.
Yep: Donald Trump.
Never since Ross Perot has a non-politician (though Perot earned his data systems billions via government contracts…not casinos or posh R/E) created such a stir, and Trump is doing it by basically telling everyone to go fuck off, and I just love it. They literally do not know what to do with him. Fuck the pink-panty-ass republicans—like that closet cock-sucker Erick Erickson, who’s simply posturing for R-pussy points. Fuck the Republican elite.
I haven’t the slightest care in the world what Trump’s “positions on the issues” are. Fuck “the issues,” too. What I do know is that he’s sucking the air out of all rooms, and he’s doing it pretty much by telling everyone to get over themselves and just go fuck off. But in a nicer way.
Agitators, who are just about every single body, now—commie or fascist—don’t get it. Trump is playing the highest stakes game in the world—reminiscent of feudal Lords with vast swaths of land and armies. But he’s not engaging the process by lavish means or their polite rules—dreamt up by all the heirs to lavish and lavishly stolen fortunes over centuries, who’re worried about their fortune-ate inheritances. I doubt he’s playing for keeps. My guess is, something irritates him a lot and he’s willing to spend a lot of millions to shine a light on it.
If you don’t think he’s capable of playing the game by “the rulz,” for the regular feeding of bird-nest regurgitate to fans and stupid people…but I repeat myself…then you’re basically just really dumb and consequentially, hopeless and dismissable. There’s no way he doesn’t know what he’s doing, and that is to position himself in such a way that nobody can compete with him (see: sucking air out of all rooms). Trump is paving the way for complete non-politicians to come participate; to shine a light on what a bunch of pathetic fucktards—who can’t even say what they mean— they are…to have to have people write their speeches and advise them on every sentence they utter.
…Anyway, nobody should be President. It’s really the most pathetic spectacle in the world, everyone clamoring over a waste of a year to two, getting their 1/300 millionth “say” in who’s going to rule them next.
…I first heard of Political Correctness (the name ought give it away…like, how to lie most popularly) sitting on my couch reading Reason in print in Toulon, France, in 1990 or 91. Didn’t think much of it, but noted over the next 25 years how everything that used to be really funny, kinda funny, pause-worthy, or way overboard (we had minds to judge these things) when I was growing up (and what was funny vs. not funny changed, naturally, organically,as I grew up) was just not funny anymore: but politically, not socially.
When politics overtakes, and then drives social conscience, I think it’s an enormous problem that could ultimately get a lot of people killed. And why? The goodies. One can be rewarded with all manner of free stuff at the expense of other people if one recites catechisms, and then rains hellfire on those who’re a little more rough around the edges. Try taking all that away. There are university centers and whole careers based around this, now; and they don’t employ generalists, but specialists, and Trump might expose what a bad thing that is to do. They have no where else to go, and most of them are young women with super expensive degrees paid for with other people’s money.
So far, Trump has been remarkably frank and real, by his own standards, and from my porch overlooking the world, it’s way past overdue and I could not care one single runny shit what he thinks about anything; but mostly, that he’s frank in telling everyone what he does think at any spur of a moment.
If we’re lucky, he’ll use the word “cunt” in a sentence before it’s all over; because, as we know, there is literally no greater sin in the world (so long as it’s leveled at a female; calling a male a cunt is still damn funny, amiright?).
…I’m not looking for a president and neither ought anyone else. That’s the essential difference, here…between me and stupid people who’re going to once again spout off about crassness and vulgarity and being blunt and rude and whatever, for the billionth boring time. Fuck off.
The Politically Correct scam to steal billions from people and society in real dollars, wasted time, trashed careers, and emotional distress co-opted what was once politesse, which was something one learned over time from parents, grandparents, siblings…eventually classmates and the opposite sex…most importantly…and then co-workers and social circles…and everyone evolved in that natural dynamic by navigating it and going aground on the rocks from time-to-time. It was embrace-worthy, but now it’s been deformed, co-opted, and weaponized for political and monetary gain. It’s now tantamount to a social death sentence if you have—now or any time in the past—said or written “incorrect” things.
So, all you cunts can just go fuck off, and I’m not interested in any of it, anymore.