White Trash With Badges & Guns
by B ‘C G Jung’ Wook
One can tell from this lost Carter soul’s doughey countenance that he is one of these boy-males forever guessing at ‘manhood’ & hence continuously possessed by the enraged moodiness of his Inner Woman of which he is 1) completely ignorant & 2) that all of the murders & potgutted gunplay is meant to keep away.
Fortunately for him ‘God’ is merely an opinion & there is no Hell other than that bubbling in the synaptic simmer of the pus in his own brain.
That said, and perhaps like us all, this manly fraud WILL have plenty to go over whilst laying there in the care-home piss & locked completely inside his skull & undergoing the peculiar sensations of time-dilation so distinctly & very possibly a part of all dying.
Needless to say, the perceptive reader will note the sheer element in this all of what terrifies the [American — ed] Bejesus out of me, ‘personally’, about dying; but, that departure into yet another sideline YOU must not allow to deter from beholding your own looming ration of the common & ineluctable horror.
It seems to me to be the ‘purpose’ of the religions & latterly the psychological quackery, too, is to restore a supposedly beneficial sense of ‘personal responsibility’ to hounds such as this amok policeman and such shits as ourselves; this ‘adaptation’ is doubtlessly a lash-up by ‘evolution’ meant to postpone at least suicide usque post partum.
But, to what end other than the painful prolongation of the biological comedy?
The Christian — a true coward, altogether — puts HIS * guilt & suffering all off on to the miserable & hideously tortured figure of Jesus, another Mother’s Son, in the fable.
And, the more-stylish & often fashionably ‘humanist’ victim of the psychologists gobbles the Prozac & Halcyon until he, too, hallucinates & runs blasting away with AK-47 & machete through the shopping…maul.
* — Under the liberating conditions of especially to-day’s post-contemporary political feminisms, women writ large as to ‘guilt’ about anything patriarchal or otherwise no longer ‘have to’ carry this particular can full of the well-rotted piss, whether oestrual or not.
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[9 Shaban 1435]