The waters seem so calm now, but something leaves an uneasy
feeling in the pit of my stomach. It’s that nagging
feeling that something else is going on, under the radar,
just under your nose. Everyone is burnt out, including
the animals that run our great land. Everyone wants to
sit back with a stiff drink and either revel in their
glory or heal their wounds. It’s now, when the real
bastards sneak in and start fucking with things that we
have to be careful.
something REALLY secret or important was going on, do
you think you’d read about it in the newspaper,
hear it on the news? That’s where our old friend
paranoia comes in. I consider this cabal of imposters
capable of anything and everything, and I wouldn’t
put it past them.
mulled over these things as I rocketed down the highway,
doing upwards of 80 mph on a 30 year old motorcycle. There’s
nothing like putting yourself in a position where one
wrong move can leave your body splintered and lifeless
in a heartbeat, to get a new perspective on our world.
The engine groaned from the stress and the bike violently
swayed back and forth as I kept punching the throttle
harder and harder.
this the America we all want? Do we have any faith in
ourselves anymore? Can we trust no one?”
given away our choices, our rights …our confidence.
Everyone has gotten scared of the world and afraid of
their own decisions.
sound of a million bugs smashing into the face shield
of my helmet reverberated throughout my skull. I realized
that the America we know and love has been turned out
like a two-dollar whore. Turning tricks for the “big
dogs”, who’ve whipped us all into pathetic
caricatures of people. The same men whose blind, ruthless,
maniacal drive for power and money has brought them little
satisfaction. They’ll pimp you out, they’ll
pimp me out, they’ll pimp themselves out.
bastards, these toadies, these bootlickers… these
whores of the empire.
thousand synapses fired through my brain as I swerved
to avoid getting sideswiped. The adrenaline rushed through
my veins and I felt alive. I revved the engine even harder,
and felt like pressing my luck some more …at least
I was in control.