I can’t tell you what I do is or isn’t Gonzo anymore. It’s all Gonzo. And Gonzo, it turns out, appears to be the style that will best encapsulate this latest Fall of Empire. Or is it the Impending Apocalypse. Or Renaissance? What? You don’t know? Take heart. No one does. Which is precisely the point: a situation changing as rapidly as ours coupled with the wildness and weirdness of it all requires writers on the cutting edge. Grit, or sand as my great Grandpappy probably never used to say. The form is the style is the lifestyle, and in the end, the Gonzo form, as the Good Doctor Hunter S. Thompson knew very well, may well be the ONLY WAY to encapsulate this, perhaps the Wildest and Weirdest of Ages, where the American Dream chokes itself to death with Greed, Corruption and Madness. Where else you gonna get yer news? The Press? HAH! PART OF THE PROBLEM! FINKS, ONE AND ALL! AND NEARLY EVERYBODY KNOWS IT!
Slinging back great tankards of Frangelico on the rocks and watching ‘Full Metal Jacket,’ in my opinion the greatest Vietnam war flick ever made. Sure, I get different things from ‘Apocalypse Now’, and ‘Platoon’ is what it is, but I don’t think any Nam flick can touch ‘Full Metal.’ You ever wonder about the next generation of films are gonna look like, based on the latest misguided and useless American War, Iraq Deux? I think about it all the time. Gonna be a lot of similarities, no avoiding it. On every level. I think that if I were a blogger worth a piss at all I’d be Over There, marking it all down for the ages, instead of here, as safe as can be expected in the PNAC age. But shit, I just don’t think it’s safe for white people of the unarmed variety Over There at all. May never be again.
“Personally, I think, uh... they don't really want to be involved in this war. You know, I mean... they sort of took away our freedom and gave it to the, to the gookers, you know. But they don't want it. They'd rather be alive than free, I guess. Poor, dumb bastards..”
- Private Eightball
But oh, how they would ramp up that Freedom speech during the Nam days, eh? Freedom for the Vietnamese. Freedom from Communism. Freedom. And yet, America lost, ‘Cut and Run’ as the NeoCon ChickenHawks like to say, none of whom ever fought a day in their lives. Yeah, well, fuck them. Fuck Dubya. Right in the ass. Fuck Cheney too. So much blood is all over their hands even as so much money passes into their hands.
Who but the Gonzites to accurately cover these Far Right cannibals? The wild and wooly-bully NeoConservative nutters. Don’t ever vote in the nutters. It’s just not supposed to happen. Democracy is Democracy but you’re never to vote in the nutters. How is it this was never deemed important for us to see? Which means the MEDIA has to keep track of WHO THE NUTTERS ACTUALLY ARE. AND REPORT IT TO THE PEOPLE. The evidence was around. These guys were known and confirmed nutters in their own bloody circles and the PNAC document was AND IS there for all and sundry to view and shake their heads at. So where was our Press on this? What was more important? I want to know who the political nutters are next time, okay MEDIA? YOU’RE FUCKING PATHETIC!!! Wake up and GROW SOME BALLS!! STRAIGHTEN UP!! SELL ME the TRUTH, baby, I CAN HANDLE IT!!! Rat bastard chickenshit ARSLETARTS, the LOT OF YOU!
Whew. I keep shouting. Cursing. I know. I had a few people tell me of late that they like my stuff, hell, think some of it is important, if only I could curb the atrocious lingo. I had one fella tell me he has to scroll away from my stuff when his kid approaches, like he was looking at porn or something. Heh heh. I want to be your guilty pleasure. Other times I just want to howl at you. “Do you have to cuss so much, Sensey” he asked me. The answer is absolutely. Shit, man, you try writing this stuff and not cussing, not getting so angry that you fire your six foot bowstaff clear across your living room to where it now sticks out of the wall like an unexploded ballistic missile head, the latest in a string of offences that has long since torpedoed the damage deposit on the place. Fuck it! It’s a time to be angry you buncha sissies! Or acquiescent. Those are your only choices. Every day.
Dubya said, and I quote, that so long as he was President, America would remain in Vietnam. I mean, Iraq. (That was actually an honest fuck-up there, I swear). Which kinda leads to something. If you know that there is now nothing winnable for America in Iraq, and you know that each month the war is allowed to continue means a certain amount of American deaths (because nobody cares about the deaths of Iraqis, we all know this, let’s move on) and you know precisely how much longer Dubya will remain in presidency, you can tell how many more brave soldiers will die for absolutely nothing. The question, America, is this: how long do you let this man, totally divorced from reality as we all now know he is, drenched in blood and blood money as we all now know him to be, how long do you allow him to remain in power? And at what point is the blood on your hands too? Maybe it’s always been there, you just never knew. Now you know.
How can conventional writers hope to accurately cover this mangy scene? The NeoCon Nutters mismanaged Afghanistan, mismanaged Katrina, mismanaged Iraq…and now they want to mismanage Iran. Are you ready for this? Another one? Rummy yammering about Hitler and Fascism, equating Americans (well, the majority of you, anyways) as Nazi sympathizers and whatnot for wanting the troops out of the worthless muck of Iraq. They now actually want to hit Iran. Madness if they do it and madness if you let them. Period. But to a NeoCon nutter it all makes perfect sense. Cheney’s Haliburton stands to have another record year if they do, and it might be the only way nobody’ll notice how shit-awful things continue to get in Iraq. And in Afghanistan. And in America.
But this is some type of challenge, Sense, and here you go blaming the audience again. Or some of the audience. Back to the hoary beast. A blog in the gonzo form? Shit, isn’t that what I’ve been doing? I mean if I haven’t been very blatantly ripping off the good doctor Gonzo every time I blog, then, well, I’m not entirely certain what I’ve been doing. And I just bought a brand new pipe, I’ll have you know, in honor of the thing. First pull made me cough to beat the band and nearly sent me careening off the road. Which is good. Makes me respect it.
Jesus. Rambling. Put an end to this thing and fire it off, be done with the cocksucker once and for all. Be warned, I’ll not take a position of Generalship unless it entails little or no responsabilities ans unless the position has some teeth. I warn you right now, I haven’t the slightest clue what I’m gonna do with it, but I’ll push that stinking envelope, I kid you not. And fair warning, I’m saying it right now: I’m an odd man to give any sort of power to. Arbitrarily. Without some notion of Consequence. At the very least, you all get put on the range of NSA lists you’ll find old Sensey on, which means you're first to the gulags when the final rights are inevitably removed. Fear not. You’ll be in good company.
“You think we waste gooks for freedom? This is a slaughter. If I’m gonna die for a word, that word is poontang.”
- Animal Mother
Indeed.
-iSenseChange
p.p. Fordrid, I'm aware Hunter would have hemmed and hawed for weeks on this thing and then ended up handing in something entirely different. I expect points to be docked for me and everybody else that turns in their entries on time or even a week late. That is all. No shirking.
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