So This is What I Know

I know if you complain about a lobby-protected corporate entity who kills Americans with petroleum fires, they lower the hammer on your head.  If I lodge a formal complaint against a lobby-protected corporate entity on their website about lack of managerial oversight at a local substation, they lower the hammer on your head.  Railroad employees always have done this, because like police officers carrying around too much firepower gives them an inflated sense of power.  Screw your civil rights.  I'm driving a 4000 horsepower locomotive, and I will drive it right up to your house and leave it sitting there idling for the next three days, and there is not a damn thing you can do about it.  Via America.  I know that while once I was a Hillary supporter, once also never was I an athletic supporter.  I don't like to support balls.  I don't want to support a former Secretary of State who sold her political influence under the guise of the Clinton Foundation.  Read the book.  I believe it is due out soon.  I know that after a heartfelt week of successful American civil rights, on Monday the shit storm of American media began.  What used to be thoughtful, spiritual, and Christian reporting in journalism now is the bottom of the barrel tabloid Jerry Springer.  Never have I seen so many concocted, false, and slanderous posts concerning a milestone in American history.  I have decided that while I do not support gays in the military, allowing gays to marry affords them all of the same rights straight couples reap.  Misery, infidelity, suicide, and the list goes on.  Enjoy!  If media had one fifth of a brain, the news will create itself in a few short years.  Hold your wad, Tonto.  I know that while as a country we still engage in sentimental, patriotic, Americanisms America has become a crock of shit.  It is a better crock of shit than ISIL, but the ideology is the same.  Let's kill our enemy and destroy the planet as quickly as possible.  Then we'll have no place to decapitate Christians.  Sorry, I think with my minuscule Islamic penis.  I could be screwing women without killing them, but then again God never has really given good advice.  The meat is better when it is cold.  How many more oil trains must derail and explode, before the FRA decides to do something about it?  Oh, I forgot.  It will take a class action lawsuit or at least five bands singing about it for a decade.  Then things may start a changing.....   I know I really dislike my neighborhood and all of its shysters who take people's money and give them shit.  For instance I have lost a tooth and a half.  The other half cost me three hundred dollars to fix.  I know that there are thieves around, especially on a holiday weekend, and they are in for a big surprise when quiet tempered Paul breaks out the artillery when someone gets too close to the house.  Enjoying solitude in the yard comes at a price, the price of quite a few loaded guns and rifles sitting around in easy reach.  It will be like a video game.  Can you get to the loaded gun without getting killed first?  Try it.  It only costs a quarter, and your life.  I know that the FBI and the Department of Homeland Security do not like the electric bass, especially when it is played loud enough to vibrate the walls of your house.  Their surveillance systems don't hold a candle to the electric bass.  I am glad my hands are feeling better, and I have a new patch cord.  I know how to build a French drain the main vein. It helps divert standing water.  I know how spot nice garbage on the side of the street and when to go get it.  I know now that American symphonic music is a complete and total bust.  It's all about film music and the sound stage.  I'm buying DVD's now.  Too bad there is no radio station that plays film music.  I know that American alcohol like the rest of our food now is shit.  We have a bourbon crisis, and it all tastes like Jack Daniels.  That underground spring they use is spewing up syrup.  Scotch, Ms Moneypenny, but we can't afford that here in 'ca.  Who knew a peat bog could be used for such a quality result?  The Scottish.  I'm one quarter Scottish, one quarter Irish, and one half German.  Wagner.  Strauss.  Then there were the Russians.  We can't forget John O'Connor, and his illegitimate son Donald O'Connor.  Peace out.  (and I mean, "Now.")