Wednesday, November 8, 2017

U.S.A! U.S.A.! vol 114 / Negation Aspiration vol. 77: Trump at 365 (Year of the Horde)

what is there to say?

25 years ago all i wanted was innumerable comic book movies all year round.

15 years ago all i wanted was for deranged cynicism and profuse mistrust to be the societal norm.

now, i want all of that to go the fuck home cause they're drunk and annoying and won't shut the fuck up about how awesome they are and they won't stop trying to grab my dick and steal my wallet and they get all warped and depressed when i point out their flaws and they tell me "well fuck you you never understood us to begin with" and you know what i'm starting to think "yeah maybe i never did".

we're a populous rapidly racing to outdo the ugliness of our supposed rivals. invariably combative for no reason other than to bukkake-spray kerosene on the already wild grease fires of political and cultural discourses. there is no winning and losing, only retreat and surrender, to wear so many bleeding hearts upon a closet of over-sized worn-thin sleeves that you start to resemble a Hellraiser victim or to costume genuine displacement with so many layered layers of meta-sincere post-irony (or meta-ironic post-sincerity) that even Mike Patton would be like "hey man be serious for a minute aight".

how boring and lame is all of this?

i'm gonna use some mallrock to sum it up:




Behold a new Christ 
Behold the same old horde 
Gather at the altering 
New beginning, new word 
 And the word was death 
And the word was without light 
The new beatitude: 
"Good luck, you're on your own" 

 Blessed are the fornicates 
May we bend down to be their whores 
Blessed are the rich 
May we labor, deliver them more 
 Blessed are the envious 
Bless the slothful, the wrathful, the vain 
Blessed are the gluttonous 
May they feast us to famine and war 

What of the pious, the pure of heart, the peaceful? 
What of the meek, the mourning, and the merciful? 
All doomed 

What of the righteous? 
What of the charitable? 
What of the truthful, the dutiful, the decent? 

 Doomed are the poor 
Doomed are the peaceful 
Doomed are the meek 
Doomed are the merciful 
 For the word is now death 
And the word is now without light 
The new beatitude: 
"Fuck the doomed, you're on your own"