By Omar Chavez
Politics…it’s my area, and at the moment I’ve got nothin’. Why? A multitude of happenings have occurred in recent weeks, and yet, my own interpretation of those events seem obsolete to me. Irrelevant.
A state representative is shot in the skull by an emo-hipster with a gun and a clip double the size that of regulation. He had a
grudge against the society that made him feel like a fuckin’ retard. And I don’t mean “retard” in the literal sense
involving good people who are born mentally challenged. I mean the slang version that has evolved to describe a perfectly capable human being who took the world’s bullshit too personally, and let the pressure influence him to do something idiotically drastic. And now people are dead.
Or maybe I could write about Egypt. A whole country that organized a revolution over Facebook, because their leader had been in power for 30 years, and finally a generation questioned the legitimacy of his longevity. Could this be the first noble rise against corrupted politics this century? Does the goal justify the violence we’ve seen on television? Are we afraid the answer is “Yes”? Would I be willing to get caught in a brutal, bloody beating if I knew it would make our leaders realize that We The People aren’t fucking around anymore?…that we demand ethics is our system?
These are the chunks of meat that the political vultures scavenge for night and day. We salivate for this grub. I swim in a plethora of material and to be honest, all I can think about is pussy. But we press on, don’t we? We fake it till we make it. Life is what happens when we accept the corporations to lobby our own leaders into keeping us numb with television, social networking, porn and oil. My God, has it come to this? I’m what you call a pessimistic optimist. Guns? Sure, have one to protect yourself but anything that can spray 10 rounds in 1.5 seconds owned by a person who clings to the phrase, “Pry it out of my cold, dead, American hands!”; is just a gun crazed child using the American Constitution to justify his obsession.
In middle school, there was a poster in my history class that read, “Just because you have the right to do it, doesn’t mean its right to do it.”
I may have robbed you of a political article that makes any sense. I apologize. But it will happen again.