Not everyone in the hinterlands is a mouth-breathing douchebag. I received this missive via the intellectual secret pipeline, " Message Pigeons for Freedoms". The first few sentences appear to be blurred from teardrops or a shaky hand splashing a Bourbon rocks glass in a moment of political emotion. This much I could decifer:
"It's fucked, it is. All of it. We are so far down the motherfucking RABBIT HOLE that the shit that made no sense fifteen years ago is now de rigueur. Look, dude, every fucking generation since the heady days of Ur has maintained that successive generations have singlehandedly buttfucked the state/nation/world/universe. And they have. But never with such instantaneous far-reaching consequentials. Willful ignorance...WILLFUL. Deliberate. Pig-headed. Xenophobic. America Love It Or Leave It. Here, douchehead, lemme hold the door for ya. Don't forget your sixpack of Ballantines. 25 dead in a fucking mine explosion...the company had been fined up the yin-yang and no solutions implemented.
I am so waiting for the uprising. Torches and sickles. Got me a truckful of Velveeta and pork rinds. Coupla 40s of Old English. Will Shortz' Little Black Book of Sudoko. Air-pumped lounge chair. Raybans. Fuckin' A, Jesus. Siddown, motherfucker...you ain't saving shit. Have a pork rind."
God Bless America. As long as the Pigeons of Freedom fly, we will keep posting your cards and letters.
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