defending Hillary.

Dr King’s dream began to be realised when President Lyndon Johnson passed the Civil Rights Act of 1964. It took a president to get it done.

well ... didn't it?
i mean, i myself am not especially inclined towards voting for Mrs. Clinton..
..but if i were to come up with a reason for why not?, that would not be it.

any [black] person with a set of Functioning Eyes & Ears should be able to easily find the truth in that proclamation of hers ─ i myself find it very hard to believe that white people, in majority, would have let go of their Prejudgatory Ways if no one had compelled them to.


:-).


in addition to the obvious-undercurrent of Racism/neo-Jim Crowism that's remained even after CRA1964, there are still individuals who are quite proud of their ignorance, and would love nothing more than to be granted even the slightest of opportunities to flaunt their hatred of and disrespect for blacks, et al.^(♫)



?



why would you want to try to pretend That doesn't exist?

why would you want to try to pretend that it wouldn't require some kind of Outside Force to get fuckers to civilly act right?


so, give the chick a break ... take her apart on something that matters, please.

---

(♫) (i also have my eye trained on those non-caucasians who, in their desperate attempt to

• escape that Wrathful Grip of The White Anger;



• try to gain acceptance from Those Whites Who Do, Actively, Practice Discrimination,

actually adopt those Racist Attittudes, themselves.

´pussy wankers.)

the Opinions of Rex. (e.3)

:-).

maybe there is something in The Water.


what else can account for all of these peoples' acting as nuttily as Fruit↕Cakes?


it's just.. ..i never estimated that things will have gotten as endemically-bad as They have, so quickly.




i... ...i actually heard the reports of those three gun↕shots that were fired at [the unspecified individual] at That Bus↕Stop, last wednesday evening ^† ... with Ambulances and Po↕Pos zooming over to the scene,──thereby cordoning off Traffic from that side of the island,──just minutes later..


..and i had to be across the street from That Very Stop just a couple of hours later so i could try to get to work!


damn it.


(you can imagine I wasn't very pleased.)




i hate to be all about the Doom`n´Gloom, but, prospects really aren't looking very good for man↕kind.

frankly.




consider the multi-tiered issues that Marylanders have with the various-Tax Increases mr. o'malley recently pushed through, for instance:

one thing i can never be in support of is Members of Congress, and the like, consistently giving themselves raises while opposing the implementation of an all-across_the-board Living Wage-initiative for the rest of us ─ They're telling me they get to be able to [have the opportunity to] maintain their own Qualities of Lives while approving all these little "increases" in myriad-Living Expenses, but we apparently are expected to continue to live. . . . .from Paycheck to Paycheck?

with nary an objection to be made about That, no less?


is That right?

yeah?

i see.

okay.

whatever.

(fuckers.)


on the other hand, if there truly is An Problem with our budget, well, that sum↕bitch needs to be dealt with, in short order. i'd rather there be an increase of Taxes than a cut in Vital Programs, Yobs, etc. but, as i've said before ... i maintain the preference for obtaining the monies for resolving That Matter from They who can afford to cough up some extra pennies; in addition to That, it truly would be nice if there could be a significant-reduction in Bureaucratic Wastefulness, and Pork, in the first place ─ i'd like to imagine that a few more Pennies could be found, thither-hencely^(♫-1).

failing That, we need to go after mr. erlich for his having clandestinely-pooped out this Rotten Egg, and then leaving it hid for another fucker to find, dispose of, and sanitize after; then we need to raid His pockets to recover some of the clean-up costs ... then we need to raid the republikans' pockets for their putting into office the Big Stinker who'd lay the ground↕work for that future Short↕Fall...

...

...then we need to have Shut The Fuck Up, those other people that are bitchin`n´complainin' about:

• what ostensibly needs to be done, and



• that person who, indeed, is putting his neck out onto The Line to, y'know, git'r done ™.

we don't need no pussy niggas runnin' The Show ─ by definition, a Bitch Nigger ain't gonna make no kind of effort to run a show, no↕ways; he would just be A Lame, caving in to the fuckin' dumb-assèd_Public's Opinion for everything [that The Public says it believes is best for It].


ha.


don't shoot the messenger: shoot The Originator.

~↕↕~

so, a few centuries ago, some Whities left from europe, to come to what shall eventually be named america. okay. what would happen, from that Fateful Day and onward, bore genesis to the chain of events that lead... ...almost everyone in the world to where We are, now.

i don't suppose i should be really shocked that Things are like They are, in considering what this lovely country, its self, was built from; basically:

Corruption.

:-).

a little while after "settling", The White Man proceeded to do a bit more robbing, via the Mexícan-American War; what That means is, we took something from Mexícans ─ their land.

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so, in the year 200[8], when Americans talk about Illegal Immigrants, they really refer to Mexícans; i s'pose That's fair enough, in considering that it seems a majority of those individuals are, in fact, from Mexíco.

(and the words made from the root Mexíc, themselves, admittedly are somewhat-strange, and strong-sounding; so i, just a smidgeon, can understand why They'd rather say "The Illegals" than "The Mexícans".)

the original problem Americans seem to have with Mexícans is the, uh, Third World Shennanigans^(♫-2) that a sizable-number do bring with them, south from The Border; actually, this Apprehension of ours can, successfully, be applied to any third-world fucker who comes here on the sly ..... it's just, coïncidentally, most of this country's illegals are of Latino/Natural American-descent.


if i have interpreted Shit properly, then the next problem that plagues the Americans entails [undocumented] individuals having the ability to partake of resources that should be reserved only for They who, uh...
...and when you remember what happened to the Natural Americans, you──if you have any conscience──will then feel at least awkward, when you proceed to say "...They who were here first."
(which, actually, included some of the very Mexícans who were living in areas that The White Man eventually snaked ´em for.)

:-).

a country ... that was, more-or-less, built[-up] by Illegal Immigrants^(♫-3), having a problem with other immigrants showing up, here.

how quaint.

quaint but, somewhat, valid; by no means am i happy with the means through which I & My Predecessors got here, but, seemingly,

Possession Is Nine-Tenths of The Law

,

and, ´extremely-fucked as It was,

what's done is done

.

i want to be able to enjoy the shit that The Enslaved, and their future progeny, had created, and set the foundation for creating ..... i do not want to be told, the reason that [XYZ] is unavailable for you is, we felt sorry for This [Undocumented] Bloake, so we just let that person have It.

sorry, Chief..


you can imagine how That would make me feel.


with the exception of providing the bare minimum of Medical Care necessary to help a fellow human being get from out of Harm's Way, i really don't want Our Shit being ... liberally-handed out to fuckers who.. ..presumably won't pay their Fair Share for living in this fucked-up mess of a Country of ours.^(♫-4)

how is this for a question:

Should Drivers' Licences Be Issued To Illegal Immigrants?

i'd imagine that, to an average person's ears, that query would sound quite absurd; but, just a few mornings ago on a News Broadcast, that was the very thing posited to viewers to call in about.


l.o.l.


i don't care what the ethnicity of that sum↕bitch is...
...fuck-no he can't get any sort of Driving Privileges!



if he has no intention of ever being a productive member of This Society..
..if, especially, instead, he intends to be a destructive member of This Society, then, i cannot, in Good Conscience, sanction his flourishing here.



actually.. ..i'm not sure i can feel good about any other new non-native indiwidual setting up shop in This Country, now...
...illegally-present, or otherwise: there's already enough competition just from the fuckers already extant Hither for me to contend with, as it is..
..so, i really don't need some additional Hot Shot Fuckers coming over and, in mere weeks or months, snatching up shit that individuals who have already been here for generations should be able to have First Dibs on.

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´speakin' of, actually: the third-most prominent Point of Contention americans say they have with the illegalents is those peoples' taking jobs from the natives.

l.o.l.

That is a good one, in considering that these "jobs" that you are referring to are ones that, succinctly, were the ones that Slaves used to do: Menial/Manual Labour(times)2,000.

yal fuckers^(♫-5) don't really want those Jobs; as integral as They are [to keeping this particular system of things running], it seems like CEOs will never part ways with enough of the profit they reap [from off your Back↕Breaking Efforts] to pay you what you'd deem your fair share; and even if They did.. ..well, an average american, frankly, pro'ly fancies himself too good to work such occupations "so beneath" him anyway ─ especially-more-so, if they're ones that don't, ([may the] Heaven[s] Forbid), fall within that so-heterosexually_constrictive/typical time↕frame of 9-to-5, Monday-through-Friday^{(♫-6), (♫-7)}.

heh.

thereïn lay The Quandry:

let The Undocumented Mexícans, et al.,──who don't really want to strive for much else besides just keeping A Roof over their heads,──stay so they can continue to perform the crap jobs, or give them y todos sus familías the boot de aquí?

should the united states try to pay off at least some of the debt it immediately owes Mexíco by pumping funds down into It so they can, eventually, gain enough footing to be self-reliant, and, theoretically, no longer have a need to come up here, except for just to visit and get laid/drunk?

and what about Reparations?

all of This and more(@)5!

---

(♫-1) (i guess you'd say, good luck with That One, eh?^(♫-1a))

(♫-2) (That which stems from the poverty that befell Them, ironically, after The White Man paid ´em a visit.)

(♫-3) (i suppose i should say, a country that was built, mostly, by the captives of Illegal Immigrants...)

(♫-4) (if someone absolutely must be a Terminal Mooch, here, i'd rather he die ..... failing That, i'd rather he be a bona fide citizen.)

(♫-5) (the White {Conservative/Red↕Neck⌠/Sister-Humpin'⌡} Ones, specifically...)

(♫-6) ("no week↕ends, please!")

(♫-7) (´can't get in the way of my Party Time neither, of course!)

(♫-1a) (plus, in keeping with my overall theme of Doom`n´Gloom, besides, it don't look like Our Government is ever meant to reform its self like that, anyway.)

† (gunshots that, eventually, lead to that person's dying)

The Opinions of Rex. (e.2)

:-).

ya know ... i find it kinda ironic, how many people out there seem to like thinking of me as being a person [who is more inclined towards being a perpetrator of evil than good]; in actuality, it seems, in one form or another, as if i get to be The Victim more than i get to be the Victimizer; for a further-extension of The Irony, it is because of This that i conduct myself in the manner that i, for quite some time, have been.

although i cannot say that i've had it really rough,──not even for someone of my as-of-yet Underspecified Demographic,──well, Jesus Christ, i do get subjected to a some↕what_semi-regular stream of Minor- to Moderate-level Annoyances, more times than i can be comfortable with over the course of Any Given Week; additionally, i genuinely-believe that if you yourselves had walked that Black Mile in My Shoes.. ..a good number of Yinz, in quite the short order, would find yourselves unable to muster the strength to be half as charitable as i, over the course of my life↕time, had somehow managed to be, to people. (although, yeah, i am getting really tired of being ran-over by people who think They can continue to chump me, with no immediate repercussions forthcoming.)




´just as a gay-american citizen [who is not willing to be an even-bigger bitch vis-à-vis going against his True Nature, wanting to feign Heterosexuality so badly that he'd marry some Chick], i can easily-find reason enough not to be happy, on an average day.



/digress



ya know ... i find it kinda ironic, how many people out there seem to prefer fancying Me as the bloake that lives to be a bad guy ─ a preconception which plays quite contrarily to Reality.



in referring specifically to those people who come across my Personal ADs, on-line: i'm sure that [these simple-minded fucks who are quick to judge] who look at the pictures i use There pro'ly say dumb-assèd_shit to themselves such as "he seems like an individual who's liable to commit some sort of Violent Crime against someone, just because the wind blew from SW, at 5-m.p.h., instead of NE, 9-m.p.h.", or, "he seems like he's never nice to anyone, and that he feels it'd be an actual detriment to his health if he were to be"; people who are actually around me, en personum, probably are not likey to concur with Those Sentiments, however: i strive to be at least a somewhat-decent Human Being ... and when i'm around people who I [have no beef with], i am normally Quiet, if not a goof↕ball, anyway; if the person needs me to be Serious for them, then i will be That.



:-).



if i'm around people i don't like ... i will almost always be taciturn. That is my preferred-Default Disposition, during such a situation. i can utilize one mean Cold Shoulder, or/and cop a "i really don't want to say anything to you about it but being in your presence just makes me fuckin' sick"-´tude, too, if i feel i must. overall, though, i don't like confrontations. i haven't even been in a real fight, to date; the last "scrap" i had was way back in like the 6th-fuckin'-grade.




for the most part, i haven't gotten m'self into shit i had nair business being in ─ especially-more-so as my Self↕Awareness increased with my years of life on this Shit Hole; in looking back, i could have done a lot of things differently, starting back when i was but a Wee Babe.. ..although, even with those Mis↕Steps i had made, i still would never have been considered an actual Problem Child. (´not even a Criminal Record, yet, for crying out loud.)




by no means, am i trying to paint myself as being a Model Citizen ... but, i know for a fact, there are many others, extant, who are worse than I; so, i guess what my gripe is.. ..is i am saddled with a unique set of Burdens, and i just don't know for what purpose Those are serving me.

have i been bestowed Them in-order-so i can be made Stronger, emotionally/psychologically?

i dunno.. ..i mean, apparently i am having a big enough problem with The Preconceived Notions people seem to have of me, that i feel i need to defend m'self against them and explain m'self to them; it's affecting me to such an extent that, whereby i should be asleep right now, so as i can be rested-up for Work ... i have elected to write away about This, instead.

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and, now, i am remembering the other part of the reason i am writing this:



for the ignorant fucks who look at me and then prejudgate against me.......

.......´those of you who conscientiously-pass me over for some other w'indiwidual who comes in a prettier-looking package, feigning Innocence: i do enjoy It, thoroughly, when said pretty-people turn around and do those exact things you were afraid i was gonna wreak on you; and, as is de riguer for that exact sort of Scenario, when They do/do it, they do It at least 30-times greater than i would ever conceived of executing.



case-in-point: frankly, you can leave me in your house all day long, and the only thing that would be missing is the food that i took to feed m'self ... since, y'know, it wouldn't be cool to allow me to get Hungry up in that muther↕fucker.


you can leave a pile of money sitting right on your counter-top and tell me that you will be going away for a few hours..


..and when you come back, not only will I still be there, but that pile of Loot would still be right where you left It, undisturbed ─ more than anything, i'd be too afraid to go anywhere near It, irregarding how tempting It looks.. ..for that precise fear You'd accuse me of having made an attempt to pocket some of It.


(i have been stolen from more than vice-the-versa.

and, yeah, i have lost a lot more than i, personally, had ever purloined.)


you can even allow me to handle Sensitive Information of yours──including social security, credit card, and bank account numbers──without having to worry about any anomalies going down with your Financial Shit, later: simply put, i have no interest in [screwing over] someone who doesn't deserve That; i pride myself on my overall-level of Integrity.




but ... how often do i have to be fearful about the security & fidelity of my own shit, if i deign trust That in the hands of other strangers ─ huh?

(´be needin' Eyes in th` back of m` fuckin' head, foolin' with them fuckers.)




yet ... when you hurt me like you do, and go for that person whom you believe is a better-seeming risk than I...

...without fail, you wind-up introducing into your lives the true Nut Cases.. ..They who engender Personal Qualities that are a lot-less endearing than my own [petty little quirks], almost every time. (i freely admit that i'm not a totally-pure person: i can't be, because i am a true fan of Comeuppance ... and, well, when provoked, i can be quite vindictive ..... but, it is rare when I, myself, take up my own avenging; rather, i'd look at the befalling of your own set of Unfortunate Circumstances as being the delivery of a somewhat-adequate measure of Retributive Justice.. ..although, yeah, i do be wishing you could know that, through the force of Karma, these bad things happened to you specifically because of your Malice`n´Spite ─ empowered with such knowledge, i'd presume you'd be less likely to try to put a damper on my day, in the future.) it is kinda sad, though. how things work out, like That. it's like they never learn... ...summarily dismissing me for someone whom they think will be a better-investment of time for them. just to wind up doubly-screwing themselves over.


(l.o.l.)


i mean, when Circumstances are proper, i tend to be much more of an asset than a liability .. but many people will never get to know That. which is fine by me, because i really don't feel like dealing with other people's shit anyway; i have enough of my own to try managing, i reck'n.



like, for example.. ..i have to go to sleep, with the following thought nagging me: i've said all this stuff to You, but, i still didn't have the ability to articulate what i really wanted to say about This.



i think..

The Opinions of Rex. (e.1)

another Short Entry!

(alright!)

but, one that falls under the "big things come in small packages"-category:

i feel,──at the moment,──that Life Begins when hair finally begins to grow on the fœtus's head.

and, indeed, No Sooner.

the art of Story↕Telling. (e.1; part 1 of 2)

so, i had been wanting to try my hand at Making Soup for quite a while, now ─ put frankly, Mother had been fucking It up too often, for the past. . . . .too long, so, i felt It time to remind her of her History.

i don't know what It was, but, i'm guessing i just felt that it were to be [this past] Saturday Morning that i finally had to undertake such a mission; and, That's how it would go down, too.




incidentally, the [night] preceding That, i found that, yeah, i would have an actual Full Week of Work ahead, for me^(♫-1); this meant i would need to acquire a Week-span Bus Pass.

something that can be a tad cheaper than spending one-sixty multiple times over a week ... in addition to enabling me access to giving give my legs a rest, since i'd also be given Incentive to use the ticket as often as possible, to maximize its Worth for me.

which is cool, but:

• i would need to walk 1.2 miles to get to the nearest-known place for procuring that Pass;



• i would have a few groceries accompanying me during that trip (which would turn out to be a burden of approximately 6 lbs. per hand);



• i also had to make sure i would be able to catch that bus i wanted, so i could get back Home as soon as possible:



• for one, i didn't want to keep The Perishables for the soup out longer than they needed to be, even though, i reck'n, the Outdoors Temperature was lower than the temperature at which these food↕stuffs were originally kept, at the store; for two ... i was just fuckin' tired/irritated, and knew i would pro'ly be tireder after The Walk;



• to top all of That off.. ..by the time i had actually gotten to The Check↕Point, the bus had already been there for 2-minutes, and just a few-short minutes
  to away from departing;



• and, it would eventually hit me, all those One Dollar Bills i had gotten back, in change, from the purchase [at The Pizza & Sub Place] i made that Night Previous would indeed be a Liability, and not An Asset, on this particular morning;



• i wanted to spend the least amount of money possible on Travel Fare ─ i did not want to just go ahead and spend the dollar-sixty on one bus to take me down to The Dispenser Terminal, and then spend another dollar-sixty for that other bus, home↕bound ── i am accustomed to doing The Walk, to conserve The Money ... i be needing The Ex-er-cise, besides(♫-2).

*phew!*

i'm tellin' ya.. ..it sorta sucked having to walk all of That Way, weighted down as i was... ...and i was pushing it, indeed, leaving work when i did: in trying to squeeze out every possible minute i could, in order to attain my Full Eight.

By Any Means Necessary.

but, i had A Mission to complete..
..and if i weren't able to board the 36, then, i coulda just kept walking down^(♫-3) to try my luck with The 3.

but, basically, the 36 is like The Luxury Line, in that, usually, it runs like It's an express .. so, you can imagine why i would want That One.

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i rolled-up to the Operator to ask her what time it was; she told me it was 7:2[?] a.m.

i was debating whether or no i should just keep going, but ... she asked me if i wanted to use That Bus; i told her yeah, i do, but i also need to get a Weekly Bus Pass.

she told me to just get on.


?


i complied, but with Worry; i actually contemplated asking her if she could hold the bus for just long enough so i can run to the Ticket Machine,──when she had gotten to the street It was stationed at,──to buy what i wanted and hop back on^(♫-4)..

(..strangely enough, when i myself looked at The Bus Clock, it appeared as if i could have just made It, if i had kept going.....)

.....but she more or less forced away any Disquiet i might have had when she came back from using The Lavatory.

i guess she musta felt the urgency i was experiencing ... and maybe noted that, yeah, i had quite a few Groceries in hand; she seemingly also read my mind, in that she even told me i had been thinking about trying to make a run for what I wanted while she was en route ─ These had to be so, because she just went on ahead and slipped me an All Day Pass.

??

what That means is, i did not have to pay for that trip ... and i would not have to pay for any other trips that day.

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so... ...i could just go on and get that other pass later in The Night, since i would be going to work again.

. . . . .

it had been such a long time since i was able to do This, but ... a bit after i got settled, i realized i could have saved myself quite a bit of drama by boarding [the 35] anyway and then procuring a Day Pass there, personally, since i would be leaving out of The House later that same day.


oh well.


it was really fuckin' nice, A Sister looking out for me like that ... because i really am not used to anyone doing anything that's actually helpful for me, at all ─ i used to having to Tough It Out, and what↕not.



so ... with a good bit of Exercise under my belt and three-fifty still in my pocket, the first part of My Adventure was now over.

(and, i only had to walk a little under a mile, with that slightly-heavy shit.)

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(♫-1) (it's been many weeks since i had even broken ­32-hours ─ let alone even 40.)
(♫-2) (it was some sort of Rhyming Combo, right? well, i'll give m'self +39 Style Points for it, in this instance.)
(♫-3) (for an additional... ...512-feet?)
(♫-4) (in figuring that, who was going to miss just a couple of minutes, in considering how fast That Bus normally completes its route, anyway?)