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vendredi 6 mai 2016

Over&Out

Some time ago, there was a lazy bastard who wanted to be famous. He had seen quite a few other lazy bastards get famous, and so he tought, why not me? So the lazy bastard got to work, which was quite an experience for him.
He tried a lot of different things, but in the end, nothing worked out, and he was still not famous, and still a lazy bastard, although maybe a bit less so. So, as any lazy bastard would, he dropped the idea of getting famous, and returned to his old life of being just another lazy bastard. And all he kept of those strange times was a blog.

I've been keeping this thing alive (more or less) for about two years now, and even though there weren't a lot of you who read it, it still made me happy, so thanks a bunch for that!
But life goes on and all that, and I'm finding it harder and harder to keep a regular update schedule, 'cause I got more and more other shit going on. So instead of watching as the quality and length of my posts slips further and further down, I'll call it quits. I'll leave the site up for now, and I might post some stuff from time to time, but no promises.

Thanks to all you gals and guys who read my stuff!!!

Z

mercredi 4 mai 2016

Politics that didn't Happen

After Donald Trump lost the primaries in early 2016, the U.S. elections went ahead as they always have: two parties that are basically the sides of one coin trying to hype up their differences to give people the illusion of choice. Regardless of the winner, the 'war on terror' went on as it had before, rampant capitalism remained the economical model of choice, some token efforts were made to stop climate change (but as we now know, they where nowhere near enough), and poor people kept on getting fucked in the ass by rich folks who told them that it was for their own good.
Of course, things would probably have been worse if Trump had been president. But when you present people who didn't have a real choice for decades with something drastically different, they're gonna be interested. Even if it is drastically worse.

lundi 2 mai 2016

Citations that weren't Made

"Ain't no time like the present. Except the past and the future, of course!"

mercredi 27 avril 2016

Politics that didn't Happen

As was widely reported in recent newstories, the U.S. army has destroyed several hundred million dollars of Daesh funds with their favorite method of conflict resolution, namely bombing the shit out of it. However, the destruction of U.S. currency is illegal under U.S. law, and, as was verified after the bombings, ISIS had a lot of their cash-reserves in actual dollar-bills. As soon as this became public knowledge, several prosecutors in the U.S. filed charges against the army. Within weeks, the U.S. was aflame with debate over the physical destruction of U.S. currency held by "enemy organisations".
The actual case is pending at the supreme court as of now, but Daesh has already prepared for a favourable outcome, equipping both their vehicles and their fighters with dollar-suits. As one of their leaders put it: "If they are taking this all the way to the supreme court when it's done by their army, you can be sure that they'll sue anybody else who does it."

vendredi 22 avril 2016

1999


The year was 1999, and somehow we all knew there wasn't going to be another one quite like it for at least a thousand years. I had gotten into an accident a couple days ago, 'cause I was going too fast, and might have fallen asleep at the wheel. So my little red corvette was in the shop, which sucked. I loved that car.
And to make things worse, the shock of the accident had left me with a high fever, and I spent two days being completely delirious, pretending to be married to my living room. All in all, it was a rather strange experience.
Anyway, I had to go out tonight for a session of dance, music, sex, romance with a couple friends. So I rented a car, some shitty automatic pile of garbage. But it got the job done, and I met up with my pals outside the disco two hours later. They were already in party mood. John didn't stop saying that there had to be something in the water, and the way he acted, you had to believe him. The dude was high as fuck.
The owner was in a good mood that night, and gave us a couple drinks for free, which was a nice gesture, but meant I had to grab a taxi to get home. The lady cab driver asked me where to, and it took me a while to answer. “New York!” I said after a few seconds.
“New York?”, she asked, bemused.
“Yeah girl. All the critics love U over there. Sounds like the place to be.”
“That's gonna be a long drive...”
“Not to worry, darling. I'll find us something to do with our time. Did I tell you that I'm an international lover?”