Karma....Motherfucker!
The frustration is over for me. I'm not so raw about FEMA anymore. Why? Karma.
That's right. Earlier on I said that those who abused it had probably caused me to get screened down to a nitpicky detail that didn't allow me to get what was probably comin to me. I was pissed about it at first, frustrated next but now, I don't feel so bad about it.
I said it came down to two words for those who abused it: Karma...motherfucker!
Well tonight I had to go do laundry. I set about my normal ritual of packing the clothes into my backpack, putting the detergent into a couple of sandwich bags (I love the looks I get at the laundromat over that one), got change and took a leisurely stroll down to the laundromat and set about the task. Black clothing in one washer, whites in the other, powder in both and set the ball rolling. With that over, I lit up and listened as my MP3 player droned with the pain-filled sounds of All:My:Faults "These Hours Of Emptiness".
()_______)______________)))
I wondered what to do next. I could stand here bored, amidst strangers who no doubt were becoming very creeped out by my presence. Perhaps it was the baphomet sigil around my neck or on my t-shirt that was bugging them. Perhaps it was the fact that I dumped what looked like two baggies of coke into the washer. Whatever the case, I had decided that tonight was not the night for confrontations. Saturday nights in this town can be awful when confronted by the status quo of Redneck Society. Especially when the kids cannot stop staring at The Principles Of Evil Made Flesh standing there in the laundromat, smoking away on a Marlboro light, twiddling his thumbs with a head full of gothic rock blaring in his head.
After looking at the clock display on my mobile phone, I'd decided to see if the nearby video store had any good secondhand movies for sale. I listened to more of the darkness surrounding my mind like a brain cloud as I browsed through the movies. On DVD I'd found Beyond Re-Animator. $5, not bad at all. I'd bought a copy of Re-Animator on DVD through eBay because of the reviews I'd received on it. I'd heard all about it's cult following and that any fan of Jeffrey Combs (Faust: Love Of The Damned, Doctor Mordred, Necronomicon: Book Of The Dead, Fortress) would love it. Being that I am a fan of sorts, I grabbed it. Not yet having seen the first Re-Animator, I figured I'd get a head start on one of it's later sequels to see how the first would stack up. On tape, I'd snagged CB4, Full-Tilt Boogie and Fire In The Sky.
I'd exited the video store to the sounds of Celldweller "Switchback". My stomach rolled. Dammit. The steroid I'd taken before leaving was now bound and determined to give me problems. I'd put the movies next to the back pack and went to the nearest place I could get something to throw down my throat. After having eaten and finished washing the clothes, now came the long part....the drying.
I'd put the clothes in the dryer, pumped my last quarters in and began the machine. Finally, the laundromat's owner came in and we began talking.
During the conversation the hurricanes came up and then...FEMA. This man had lost more on his land as did his son. None of them received assistance either. Then we began on the subject of those who did recieve the assistance. Many of them are having to pay it back. Two of them were found to have used the money to give their drug empires a boost. They'd gotten the money, bought drugs with it, rented apartments and then began selling out of them, living like kings the entire time. The funny part...they were caught.
It was everything I could do to keep from laughing. The government in their foolishness could have seen me put that money to legal use and get myself into a position where I would possibly not have to worry about calling them again but instead they had given it to these assclowns and the others who wanted it just for whatever. Now, they have to find some way of getting all that money back and the fools that cheated them are having to pay that back.
Karma...motherfucker!
Now, I don't feel so badly about it. I'm glad I never got it. I've got pretty much everything I'm going to need on this end. I've got my new banners up. Got Curse Icon's banner added to my site, got my girlfriend's site full of links to my blog, my site, Krush Radio, some pain center and some others. One more steroid left and I'm done with the medications and the upper respiratory infection is almost little more than just a bad memory. Did all that on my own. Glad to have done it too. Now no one has any right to tell me anything really.
Personally, I think that's why we do what we do. It's the root of our pride for good or ill. We really don't want the help in some ways because then it means someone else has a mastery of us for some period of time however long that may be. So we do the pain in the ass work just to say that we're free enough to do whatever it is we have to do to do whatever we want. We do what we like and we like what we do. We get to watch as people get what we deserve sometimes and while it frustrates us, we're willing to let those others have it. Why? Well they'll be found out eventually. I'll fire The Fuck You Cannon at them sometimes just to vent. Then again, there's always the midget porn to help me vent as well. You probably didn't want to know that. I know. Keep reading, you came this far.
There's the twisted, the depraved, the animosity, and the anger that takes hold when doors get shut in our face only to have them open for those who don't need that door. Some cry, some kiss ass, some beg, some get all pissy about it and we just sit by and let them. Why? We know what's going to happen and, in the end, we also know full well what happens to people who just want to sit there and take advantage of others. Some will learn, others will not. Mistakes have been made, believe that. Others will be blamed. We can leave it a clusterfuck or we can start changing the policies to further benefit us. I like the latter of the two myself. I'm on the public awareness level of that. I try like hell to bring it to the attention of others. Some will listen, some will not. For those that don't care to hear it, they'll end up on the short end of the stick. For those that do, they will be the ones making the policies that will set our civilization toward a better tomorrow.
In the end of it, just remember that there are two words for anyone who wants to put cracks in a flawed system.
Karma....Motherfucker!
That's right. Earlier on I said that those who abused it had probably caused me to get screened down to a nitpicky detail that didn't allow me to get what was probably comin to me. I was pissed about it at first, frustrated next but now, I don't feel so bad about it.
I said it came down to two words for those who abused it: Karma...motherfucker!
Well tonight I had to go do laundry. I set about my normal ritual of packing the clothes into my backpack, putting the detergent into a couple of sandwich bags (I love the looks I get at the laundromat over that one), got change and took a leisurely stroll down to the laundromat and set about the task. Black clothing in one washer, whites in the other, powder in both and set the ball rolling. With that over, I lit up and listened as my MP3 player droned with the pain-filled sounds of All:My:Faults "These Hours Of Emptiness".
()_______)______________)))
I wondered what to do next. I could stand here bored, amidst strangers who no doubt were becoming very creeped out by my presence. Perhaps it was the baphomet sigil around my neck or on my t-shirt that was bugging them. Perhaps it was the fact that I dumped what looked like two baggies of coke into the washer. Whatever the case, I had decided that tonight was not the night for confrontations. Saturday nights in this town can be awful when confronted by the status quo of Redneck Society. Especially when the kids cannot stop staring at The Principles Of Evil Made Flesh standing there in the laundromat, smoking away on a Marlboro light, twiddling his thumbs with a head full of gothic rock blaring in his head.
After looking at the clock display on my mobile phone, I'd decided to see if the nearby video store had any good secondhand movies for sale. I listened to more of the darkness surrounding my mind like a brain cloud as I browsed through the movies. On DVD I'd found Beyond Re-Animator. $5, not bad at all. I'd bought a copy of Re-Animator on DVD through eBay because of the reviews I'd received on it. I'd heard all about it's cult following and that any fan of Jeffrey Combs (Faust: Love Of The Damned, Doctor Mordred, Necronomicon: Book Of The Dead, Fortress) would love it. Being that I am a fan of sorts, I grabbed it. Not yet having seen the first Re-Animator, I figured I'd get a head start on one of it's later sequels to see how the first would stack up. On tape, I'd snagged CB4, Full-Tilt Boogie and Fire In The Sky.
I'd exited the video store to the sounds of Celldweller "Switchback". My stomach rolled. Dammit. The steroid I'd taken before leaving was now bound and determined to give me problems. I'd put the movies next to the back pack and went to the nearest place I could get something to throw down my throat. After having eaten and finished washing the clothes, now came the long part....the drying.
I'd put the clothes in the dryer, pumped my last quarters in and began the machine. Finally, the laundromat's owner came in and we began talking.
During the conversation the hurricanes came up and then...FEMA. This man had lost more on his land as did his son. None of them received assistance either. Then we began on the subject of those who did recieve the assistance. Many of them are having to pay it back. Two of them were found to have used the money to give their drug empires a boost. They'd gotten the money, bought drugs with it, rented apartments and then began selling out of them, living like kings the entire time. The funny part...they were caught.
It was everything I could do to keep from laughing. The government in their foolishness could have seen me put that money to legal use and get myself into a position where I would possibly not have to worry about calling them again but instead they had given it to these assclowns and the others who wanted it just for whatever. Now, they have to find some way of getting all that money back and the fools that cheated them are having to pay that back.
Karma...motherfucker!
Now, I don't feel so badly about it. I'm glad I never got it. I've got pretty much everything I'm going to need on this end. I've got my new banners up. Got Curse Icon's banner added to my site, got my girlfriend's site full of links to my blog, my site, Krush Radio, some pain center and some others. One more steroid left and I'm done with the medications and the upper respiratory infection is almost little more than just a bad memory. Did all that on my own. Glad to have done it too. Now no one has any right to tell me anything really.
Personally, I think that's why we do what we do. It's the root of our pride for good or ill. We really don't want the help in some ways because then it means someone else has a mastery of us for some period of time however long that may be. So we do the pain in the ass work just to say that we're free enough to do whatever it is we have to do to do whatever we want. We do what we like and we like what we do. We get to watch as people get what we deserve sometimes and while it frustrates us, we're willing to let those others have it. Why? Well they'll be found out eventually. I'll fire The Fuck You Cannon at them sometimes just to vent. Then again, there's always the midget porn to help me vent as well. You probably didn't want to know that. I know. Keep reading, you came this far.
There's the twisted, the depraved, the animosity, and the anger that takes hold when doors get shut in our face only to have them open for those who don't need that door. Some cry, some kiss ass, some beg, some get all pissy about it and we just sit by and let them. Why? We know what's going to happen and, in the end, we also know full well what happens to people who just want to sit there and take advantage of others. Some will learn, others will not. Mistakes have been made, believe that. Others will be blamed. We can leave it a clusterfuck or we can start changing the policies to further benefit us. I like the latter of the two myself. I'm on the public awareness level of that. I try like hell to bring it to the attention of others. Some will listen, some will not. For those that don't care to hear it, they'll end up on the short end of the stick. For those that do, they will be the ones making the policies that will set our civilization toward a better tomorrow.
In the end of it, just remember that there are two words for anyone who wants to put cracks in a flawed system.
Karma....Motherfucker!
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