Why I Can’t Wait for 2012 Part 2

I have left the confines of my small apartment. The lack of power had bent my mind and I had thought the end of the world had come three years too early. Though not soon enough and as I look across the street I see the lights of my neighbors as a scorn to my lack of power. I have tempted fate and though my neighbor cut the power, fate placed the CIA bug in his fear. The chaos theory in action. My act of writing out the armageddon incurred this tiny glimpse into the future.

In many ways I have always know this was going to be the end. On a lone rooftop, in the middle of the Hollywood wasteland, no power, and the flashing lights of the utility truck, which could be a police car or other vehicle of authority if you don’t look over the edge. Here on the roof, I am mexico across the street of the United States. There is a party in their window and, if I crashed the party, I would be given an under the table job of cleaning up the bottles and payed 1/2 of what they would give someone from the building.

Here across the street, I make a tenth of the pay. Any numb skull can see half is a better deal. I can see a jock screaming bloodily, drunken, murder at the top of his lungs. I peg him for the one to forceable eject me from the building and tell his steroid pumped friends of my ill intentions. My job at half the pay of a normal neighbor is a weak link in the economic system of his building. However in my pay hopes, half pay is far more appealing than his sided logic.

Do you realize there are parts of Mexico that are no better than a third world? Yet, we sink billions into Iraq, because they have oil. The current motivational force of America is currency and there is a general believe this is the way things should be. Even my inner capitalist can’t spin that with any feasible argument. The bible said “Treat your neighbor as you would treat yourself” Are we a nation of self hate? Maybe so. Is there a better reason to crave the Armageddon? I don’t think so.

More questions in the eve of our great fall, is our fear for the loss of power insignificant when compared to our southern neighbors who have never experienced running water, not to mention electricity? Our lack of compassion might be the boon to save them from the madness our country will become when the lights go out. We must look like an over indulgent country filled with Jabba the Yanks to the regal Mexicans. We don’t need a war on terrorism, the smoking gun will be the madness of Americans who are born and breed to distrust their fellow man. They will have no where to turn to in the twilight and will bite the hands that feed them.  We have seen it a hundred times before, heard it from the beat generation, and we remain ill equipped to deal with the repercussions.

The truth has been locked in the basement for so long, its revenge will be wicked and all encompassing. I welcome the truth and it’s full repercussion. If nothing else, this is why I can’t wait for doomsday. I crave the original hippy to grace the Earth and unleash his vengeance. I will be whistling dixie while Fred Phelps’ head will be stuck on a stick and the world might be right again, or closer to the something that might resemble moral.

I crave every shocked look in the eyes of the guilty. The zealots, politicians, suits and lobbyist are all the blame. You are only a conservative when you have something to conserve. What political affiliation will they have when there is nothing left to conserve? Mundane madness in the every beautiful shade. We have seen them beg, openly, to continue their misguided business practices.

We are told, we are better off with institutions, while the founding of this country was a anti institution. No taxation without representation, and we are not represented. If you are an American who happens to be backed by a gang of highly paid lobbyist, sure you are represented, but the intent of our government was not to be bought by anyone. I want to beat my head against the wall, the current American line of logic is no different.

My neighbor has gone back inside and the lights have returned. Only one person is left to kick off this ball of wax. To him I say “ Welcome Back Jesus, call me after you deal with the pentecostals. I will be by the bar.”

Here’s to you Humanity, thanks for fucking it all up.

And that is why I can’t wait for 2012.