white horse apocalypse
this country is really depressing. it's like everytime i get in a good mood for two seconds and finally manage to forget about how shitty things are i accidentally see the news or something and it gets ruined. back to reality, shitty shitty reality. i need to get out of america. there's no debating it anymore, i just need to get as far away as humanly possible. even if there's a chance for change the south is still going to exist and there's still going to be old people and there's still going to be the midwest and evangelicals and rich conservatives and republicas in general and honestly, i just don't want to risk being associated with that anymore. that steaming mass of blatant ignorance. i mean those fucking retards are probably the best argument against darwin's theory, 'cause i mean THEY'RE still alive, survival of the fittest my fucking asshole if they can survive. i mean, maybe i'll just move to mexico, there's gotta be a lot of jobs opening up there these days. and according to kerouac it's practically paradise, right? well, that was half a centry ago, the dust may have settle since then. so i'll keep my eyes locked on that italian citizenship for now or at the very worst i'll move to toronto. but god damn, this fucking shithole doesn't deserve me anymore. and i refuse to give anything back to it. freedom my ass, as far as i can see i live in a police state under fascist rule by a leader that stole his power and has yet to cease abusing it. and to think ten years ago they tried to impeach clinton for getting his dick sucked. blah, rants. time to work towards better citizenship for real, starting with my grandma's birthday tomorrow. and hopefully we can find out more about how possible this is and when it can be done. then i guess it's back here for more social isolation and crippling depression. mmmmmmmm life. it tastes so good, like fresh salted poocicles.