fillosophy

It’s a fact, romance; actions and words that carry sincerity and truth about ones feelings for another - is a dead practice, shamefully. Consumed lives filled with reasoning and logic, science and media, have washed out the very thing that societies have lived and died by since the dawn of civilization; doubt, contempt, jealousy, misunderstanding and lies all contribute to the feeble attempts made by shallow men these days in hopes to woo someone they simply desire to sleep with; further defacing romance, and furthering ourselves from practicing the cause of it; true love.

Political partisanship, religious organizations, bureaucracies, the media and society in general; I’ve poked holes in and denounced major factors, if not the items themselves entirely, in the past, but never will I say that love doesn’t exist, nor will I ever deny those feelings and lie to myself about them. Only a pathetic excuse for a man would ever call what I’m saying fiction or weak, and it is in that, I sit here proudly in my own skin, embracing my own heart, that I can without a doubt claim that I have loved, wholeheartedly, and will again. In fact, it is the pathetic men, and the equally pathetic women, that force lies and doubts upon themselves, discouraging themselves from seeing what they are truly capable of; and it is they who destroy what a very few of us hold dear, and even more so when the purity of true love arises between two people.

Disgusting, reckless and horrific; just three of the words I can place as description of the things I’ve seen weak, spineless, poor excuses of people do toward those who are happy and in love with one another. I’ve seen men cheat on their wives in attempts to break up a relationship they observed as better than theirs; I’ve heard people passing off lies, deceit, and doubts to close friends and loved ones – simply to cause a problem, cause drama, cause arguments, between two people who could go months, years or even their lifetimes without ever striking up a single argument between themselves; I’ve seen backstabbing so-called friends tear down the bonds between two people with vigorous, deliberate, and vial intent – all to just simply be a shoulder to cry on so they feel better about their own fucked up lives…

What we’ve become; with all of our brilliance, intelligence, and knowledge – monsters. We’ve replaced everything that we should be holding close to our hearts with purchased desires, selfish goals, greed and envy. Strangely enough, I can’t think back in a time where “romance” was ever an American thing to do; considering we’ve been killing, thieving, and raging wars ever since our nation was “discovered”; or acquired, I should say.

There I go, bashing this wonderful nation; unfairly… We stole this dirt fair and square!

There’s some righteous justification for you. Regardless, have we ever known what romance is? If so, have we ever practiced it? Perhaps I was born in the wrong century, the wrong dimension, hell - the wrong species even still. I give my all to someone, once I’ve found them to be someone I truly want to be with – and have no problem expressing it, acting on it, and involving myself in it; and I’ve been lucky enough, to have found a few people in my day that can understand and appreciate what that means, exactly. The rarity of someone who can actually and honestly understand romantic gestures, appreciate true notions, and not just think you’re trying to get them into bed, is obscure to say the least. It’s mindboggling how fucked up society has become that when true actions driven by feelings are displayed; they are scrutinized, doubted, and analyzed. Rightfully so, I guess, considering all the shallow pukes that try to call themselves men that are out there, parading around like a pack of barbaric apes, drowning in beer and numbing themselves on football; and “you’re special baby” comes out of their gourds as though it was the scripted thing to say just to keep their “piece of ass’s” mouth either shut or filled with their manhood.

In the end, what is there… Valentine’s Day? [insert laughter here]

Actually, what’s left is a very select few who actually are capable of being rightfully expressive; and an even fewer who are able to accept it for what it is… Amazing we even still find time to procreate these days with all this shallow life catering we do for our selfish desires. It is in that; I leave the rant, before I start to attempt to correct this problem by giving tips and self help notes. Honestly though, how could I? If you need to be told what you should do to be romantic, you’re beyond hope. For it comes from the heart, not a blog, or a teacher. All it takes is respect and a pair of ears; if you listen to your significant other, she’s giving you everything you need to be romantic… it’s up to you to do something about it.

enrique
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Like a flock of sheep amidst a school of tiger sharks, lost in themselves day in, day out, waiting and wondering, wandering and hoping for the best of the best while working toward a common end result… nothingness.[Small disclaimer]: My words are weapons and in the end, ultimately – no matter how you look at what I’m about to say, brutal, funny, cynical, harsh… I’m not wrong about a majority of what I’m about to write, and depending on your perception and how blind you are to the truth, you can deny yourself of these words that are to follow, or you can look at them with open eyes, and perhaps, maybe, if only for a fraction of a second, see beyond what you’re simply reading, and remove yourself from ‘they’.

With that, I welcome you to the harsh reality of this cultureless rock I call the United States.

I’ve always said, people that quote themselves are morons

“Being able to be genuinely happy is having the ability to simply ignore what’s going on around you effectively… completely” – Self

… Every now and then though, I come up with some one-liners that are worth noting.

The adage, “ignorance is bliss” was stated and started when? I don’t know nor care, but what I do know and care about is the fact that in knowledge and acceptance of the facts that are before me, I’ve found a sense of bliss, in knowing that I’ve seen a way of life that is dismal and bleak, hell on earth, negative, pathetic and frankly not worth saving. I’m no activist-hippy, but it still doesn’t stop me from understanding what we do to our planet. Fact of the matter is this: Nuclear, Slash-and-burn, Starvation, Genocide, Rape, Murder, Child Molestation, Politics, Corporatism, Feudalism, Imperialism, Pollution, Religion, Porn, War, Militants, Torture, Execution, Poverty, Malnutrition, Plague, Epidemic, Pandemic, Cancer, Crime, Assault, Destruction, Mutilation; all are real, all are here, all are on-going.

We live in a world that is overrun with mankind’s mistakes, and in a time like this – what do we do, as Americans? We shop, dance, party, eat, watch television, jog, run, rot in a cubicle, serve, play, drive, commute, buy pets, eat some more – and lead meaningless existences to mankind, because being self-serving, self-righteous, self-concerned, has been “ok” in our book since we were born. Preserve our families, not our culture – we can’t, we don’t have one. Our founding fathers were running from their culture, their religion and their pasts and here we are, awake in a society of opiates, filled to the brim with first world masks and third world realities, hiding ourselves from the homeless, guarding our children from the world, and working away at a desk, rotting on MySpace, and pretending that all’s right in the world, because we’re healthy, we eat, we sleep in warm beds and we’re all ok… for now.

What are we going to do when the system falls apart? When the empire built by our ancestors comes crashing down like the Stock Exchange on Black Monday? When all the greed and selfish corporate shit, backs up this nation’s plumbing, and we get to swim in it? When another nation boots the US out of the position of “World Super Power” and decides that I’m not the only one that sees America as a sea of fat bodied fucks that care nothing about the world and take everything for themselves.

But what can we do? Individuals are just that… individuals… like little old worthless you, without a voice. After all, this plague of ours is too far embedded in the hearts of this nation to actually be able to fix it…

Here’s one: Why add a generation to this mess? Why are we still adding to this horrific mess we’ve created? Its feeding more fuel to an already out of control brush fire… I don’t understand it, really. I could see it already; We all get to raise a child in this cultureless nation just like everyone else has been doing for decades. We get to sit here in our house, watching our televisions, while our offspring suck their lives into a box playing Monsters Inc. on repeat. We could take our spawn to play soccer and root for their team like the world cup depends on it. We could all lie to their faces every year and tell them that a fat man dressed in a red pimp outfit breaks into our houses, steals our food and drink, and leaves consumer goods under a tree.

I’m not too sure that sounds like a great idea. I’d love to eventually have to force raise my spawn to be in the defensive constantly, thanks to the greedy always taking what they don’t deserve. To prepare it for the inevitable victimization that we’ve created against our own as well since we can’t control our need to want so badly that we’re willing to kill each other for it. But, the world’s always been a tough place to live, and it’s always been… This entire world is going to hell in a hand basket, environmentally, economically, morally, and religiously. We, as Americans, the most powerful nation on earth do nothing to help, do nothing because we can’t; we can’t because we’ve already lost. We haven’t any control, or voice, nor will or desire to do anything because we feel helpless, and hopeless.

So we sit, and we work. We do what it takes to ensure we’re personally secure and simply add to the problem, every day, day in, day out. In the end, we’re nothing but pawns.

Maybe if we’d had a little more humanity, a little more civility, a LOT more intelligence, we could have been a better society, a better nation, a better, more acceptable place to live. Instead we’re given a means to an end, and an end that is nothing and means nothing, will always mean nothing – no matter who you are, or what you do. Save a dog, write a blog, sign a petition; we’ve already lost, and we’re going nowhere as a result.

I’ll attack the fundamentally flawed government, the citizen under its control, and every organization within it sooner or later. From Green Peace to The NRA, are all one in the same, feeding into the same system the same way and not using the voice they’ve been given to do what’s right for one another for their own neighborhoods, to their neighboring nations. It’s pathetic and flawed every facet, every nook, every cranny… and I’m glad to say this with a smile on my face, because I can see, with everlasting glorious clarity, exactly what we’ve been dealt, and exactly what we’re doing here.

enrique
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The golden policy that is secretly and quietly unwelcome by most, and regardless of its delivery, is more often shunned than not for its harsh nature, especially when it’s delivered in its purist form.

I find comfort in knowing I don’t hide my thoughts and that I draw out the negative to see what I’m really looking at, to face the cards I’ve been dealt, instead of simply pretending I have a Royal Flush, but I’m not everyone.

Pretend this doesn’t apply to you, when in fact it more than likely does, but you wouldn’t know that, chances are you’re too busy living in your manifested dream state, lies and deception, you’ve dug yourself such a hole of “ye-aye me” that you can’t see what’s really in front of you… or you can, but you’ve convinced yourself that you’re better than whatever it is you see, and you refuse to focus on the constant flow of complete garbage that’s being force fed to you every day. In fact, chances are you wallow in your material and social, the reinforcements of your own twisted reality, gorging yourself in that Mr. Rogers’ Land of Make-Believe you faintly recall as I mention it to you here.

Honesty; the pretentiously wanted, not so desired truths that sit on your doorstep, but are only welcomed into your house if they’re powder coated with lies and deceit to match what you feel is acceptable to you, and “tasteful”. The Politically correct, the friendly and tactful, and the universally charmed – sorry, its all lies. Lie upon lie that does nothing for society but fill it false positives and sweet aromatherapy-covered bullshit, as opposed to giving things to someone “straight”, you have to constantly bend crap, time and time again, to ensure you don’t hurt someone’s feelings, scare them away with your banter, or appear as though you’re soap-boxing on top of Mt. St Helens with a few megatons of hot lava under your ass, armed and ready to blow the crap out of society’s soft spots… their feelings.

Do I think I’m more enlightened for paying attention to and analyzing shit for what it truly is, more so than the person who sits there and pretends that all things happy are good, and face value is good enough? You’re god damned right I do. I wouldn’t change my perception on fucked up society for anyone, anytime; simply for the fact that I believe that you can achieve anything if you know what’s coming, if you see everything for what it is, who they are, how its done, and then – where its going. Projections are as simple as paying attention to details, and then being able to sit back, remember who or what you’re dealing with, then giving them or it all the credit it deserves, whole heartedly, based on the disgusting and horrid truths that are within them.

I’ve been known too often to give too much credit to the wrong situation and person, to give too much of a good thing to someone or something that ended up being the farthest deserving thing from that credit. The perpetual, and predictable truths that always stem from those who are not-worthy of being granted the benefit-of-the-doubt is this, everyone and everything is the same low-level deceived object, the social and structural make up of our fantastic planet is all based on a sea of lies, covered up by half-assed truths passed off as false products of a tainted object we try to call, Honesty.

enrique
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