2023. Cinemax allows Skinemax a comeback, through a long-term production deal with the Church of Satan. Executive Producer Glenn Danzig’s ‘Apocrypha After Dark’ series particularly proves to be a surprising success with the over-60 demo upset by the sale of Fox News to Disney.
The self-avowed never afford consequences because all values are mutable, while those poor in resources or opportunities never afford to lose a fight because all currencies self-destruct. The only things that have ever held the world together were concerned individuals in the background, compelled by heart and soul to work against the rules because no part of this system, this culture or this society has ever existed to help people.
If a bad person can be bad without a gun, then a good person can be good without a gun. When the one fundamental thing for a civilization to function is for members to not kill one another, as removing components is not how you grow a culture or a society or a mailing list, then those entertaining power over life and death are working against civilization. If you cannot work within an allotted system then you must learn to work without it, but to go against civilization itself is an aim to impose an establishment of one’s own standards whether the situation concerns geopolitics or the situation concerns interpersonal relationships, upon peoples who largely do not need it or want it, not when they’ve their own self-determination to freak out over. This world not being custom-built for us only hurts ego. The worst trope is folks standing around discussing emotions while the world ends, but all around us are we not allowing life to imitate art. You may as well all be figments of my imagination, the drops of rain from the emptiness above neither creating or destroying me just as I neither create or destroy the emptiness above with my blood, my sweat or my tears.
Never understood how anyone can say the sun is energizing. For plants and bugs maybe, but doing some one man and a shovel terraforming throughout the day and I feel like I’ve been sucked dry by vampire Monica Bellucci. Give me a rainstorm with the thunder and lightning that gave us religion and I could kick the gods on high where the sun won’t shine. This, changing the dog’s water hourly because it’s just evaporating away, this feels like a penance. I’d been finding a bunch of concrete stepping stones that apparently had been buried in my sister’s backyard for maybe 50 years. Also rebar and primordial power cables for scrapping, but the stones I’m going to use for reinforcing the property.
We permit government into our lives because on some level we all know that most people are horrible idiots incapable of governing themselves. Then we get so cross when that majority of horrible idiots votes into power the absolute worst among us with each and every election. But by and large the masses prefer this artificial eternal recurrence, than responding to the feeble needs of simply being dependable for the people around them and all others they meet with in life. We fabricate the need for governance because we refute any effort on our parts.
There is no such thing as a supply crunch when demand is manufactured more than anything. The markets and power-grids of this nation could all collapse, but it would be just another day for outsiders belittled and demonized by all the people who would be emptying out their respective medicine cabinets for fear of creature comforts lost. You can’t make ends meet if you haven’t a loose connection to bring together, but the demands of ego sustain only problems.
In the last season of Dukes of Hazzard, Bo and Luke did not abruptly leave to go play nascar while being replaced with lookalike cousins Coy and Vance. No, on one of those country roads were they abducted by aliens. The lookalikes were extraterrestrial scouts, looking to weaponize Daisy Duke’s daisy dukes to weaken Earth’s defenses in preparation for the full-scale invasion. Trapped onboard the mother-ship cloaked somewhere beyond orbit, our good old space cowboy Dukes have got a candy mountain of narration for Waylon’s boy Shooter Jennings to get through. (Cue jumping stolen UFO rechristened the Big Lee over quasars and shit) “Woo-hooo!”