A Coyote Ugly Moment with The Truth
Everyone knows what a ‘Coyote Ugly’ moment is. Waking up after a drunken night of excess to find that your partner is so unattractive you’d rather chew off your own arm than wake them up. Well it’s sorta like that now. I woke up and started skimming the news feeds, both official and otherwise, and I realized that something was very wrong. There was an ugly Truth lying right there, snoozing, unknowing that I was eying it with a half fearful gaze, knowing that if it ever woke up, all hell would break lose.
The Truth is this, America…
It is time to wake up.
We are distracted by the movies, by some attractive body, or by amazing special effects. We are distracted by the drama that is so lovingly sprayed in our faces, which we lap up just as readily as an underpaid porn star. We are told that there are only so many acceptable answers to the ongoing nuclear threats, that anything other than total domination and control of these dangerous weapons is Un-American, that Peace can only come through total control. We have already seen the fall of the Middle Class, and even now, I watch as the Lower Class is slowly being wiped away through talks, and trials, and everything but ACTION.
Even now I shudder to think what’s really going on. Because as much as I’d like to be the one to wake you all up, I doubt I will. I don’t have possession of all the facts. Hell, I don’t even have possession of most of the facts. All have is a sense of urgency for America to take their eyes from the main stage and look behind the curtain. All I have is an unfulfilled yearning for The Truth… And even now, as I sit wearily in the dark, waiting for my friends to wake up so we can begin our day, I ask myself, just what bullshit am I going to be put through in the name of America? What is going to be done in my name when I know nothing about it? How far will they go?
I’m afraid of that answer America…
But there is Hope. And Hope without action is useless. So rise up! WAKE UP! OPEN YOUR EYES TO THE LIES, BULLSHIT, AND TREACHERY!
After all…. It’s either that or we let them win without even putting up a fight…
Regards,
A Thoughtful Kandle Smoke
Crawling into the Bottle
How easy I find it to crawl back into a bottle when things go badly. So often I see people let the bottle sing them to sleep, slowly drowning their pain in the spirit until it doesn’t hurt anymore… But it never really stops hurting. The alcohol just numbs the pain enough to where you don’t care anymore. When everything else is lost, look to a bottle… Isn’t that the state of things these days? They banned commercials of cigarettes being shown, and now there’s a national outcry against tobacco use. You can’t smoke in all your old favorite restaurants, you can’t light up in a public park after having a good game of baseball or whatever. Hell, they’re trying to make it to where you can no longer smoke in your own car and home. But alcohol… The Booze industry thrives! Granted, drinking is no longer as much fun without tobacco, but hey, we still have drinking right?
Right?
Right.
At only twenty two years old, I doubt I’ve drank more than the average person my own age that attends any college you choose, but what about other things? Without tobacco, what are America’s smokers going to do? Besides smoke pot that is. What’s always gotten me about tobacco is the Idle Hands Factor; I have nothing to do so why not hold a cigarette? It’s got fire on it, and there’s smoke to watch too. Replace that with a joint and I’ll be just as happy and happier still when the joint begins to effect me. But don’t misplace my excuse about my hands as just that. I’m as addicted to nicotine as much as Keith Richards would fail a drug test. That is to say 100% and totally its bitch. I’ve quit before, but it always pulls me back with soft whispers of salvation while rewarding my devotion with black, phlegm filled coughs and an energy level that is far below par.
Mmmm… I can almost taste the Freedom in each sip from my Rum and Coke. (Probably trademarked) Soon it’ll lead me to sleep where I can forget about losing my job… Where I can forget about losing my home… Where I can forget about all the rest of the bullshit… Where I can just sleep…
Goodnight,
Kandle Smoke
