What is up in the lands of the internetz tonight? It’s Wednesday night over here on the Left coast, as some people have called it. It’s not really all that left though, just the parts where most of the people live. What’s funny is, I’ve lived in small towns for a lot of my life, but since I’ve started to live in and around big cities I’ve noticed that people who live in the cities are just as afraid of country people as country people are afraid of the cities. Like in Bay City, Michigan people are all like “Be careful going to Detroit!”, and people in Seattle are all like “Be careful going to Yakima!” Anyway, the point being that whether you’re in Seattle, Yakima or any part of the West coast it has since become Thursday morning since I started typing this. Time for me to write some shit. So let’s do this.
So I was listening to Nirvana earlier. Seemed appropriate since Kurt Cobain’s anniversary just passed. It’s now been 27 years since he was probably murdered. Or at least I always thought he was but what do I know? Not shit about shit that’s what. What are you even asking me for? I guess you weren’t. Either way I don’t know. The guy was really depressed. I was actually listening to Alice in Chains not long ago and thinking it’s probably not healthy to come into a lot of money when you’re depressed. I mean, I know not having money makes life a lot more depressing, but if you’re clinically depressed and you suddenly find yourself with a lot of money, well it probably doesn’t take long to realize it doesn’t make your depression go away. So you’re still depressed, but now you’re rich and famous so nobody wants to hear it. Of course, you likely have easier access to better treatment, but if you’re the type to self medicate, then you have even easier access to the more extreme self-medication options, such as heroin and shotguns. Frankly I feel like a shotgun is a bit much. You have to really want to die to go through all that. Honestly I just like to think his wife had him killed. Ever since I learned about how his ex girlfriend paid all of the bills and did all the housework so he could practice guitar all day, only for him to leave her for Courtney after he got famous. Seems like poetic justice if she ended up killing him honestly. You’d think he could have learned a fourth chord with all that time on his hands. But I can’t play guitar for shit so who am I to judge? And as I’ve noted before, a lot of great artists are pieces of shit in their personal lives. So I’m still a fan. R.I.P. Kurt
So in other news, I don’t know, I guess DHS is planning to keep building Trump’s border wall, while the President is saying there won’t be one more foot constructed. So what’ the fuck is even actually happening anymore? Why was it so important to vote Trump out of office again? Well at least now it won’t be racist. They might even paint it rainbow colors like they do with the anti-homeless spikes. Besides it’s not like there’s not already enough miles of tunnel under the border already to make it irrelevant. But people really think they’re going to stop desperate people from doing what they need to to survive. But I guess I think about the border differently than most people. I don’t want closed borders, or secure borders, or even open borders. I want non-existent borders, because they are non existent. Besides, it’s hard for me to be mad at people supposedly stealing our jobs when we stole their country. The best border control we could do is to stop fucking with other people’s countries. But what do I know about diplomacy? Not shit about shit. I’m just an asshole with a laptop so all I can really say is fuck it, before it fuck’s you.