By: Heathcote Williams
The total obscenity of the American Dream
Comes to fruition in Donald J. Trump:
“We need a leader that wrote ‘The Art of the Deal.’ ”
He declares on his Presidential stump.
What’s wrong is that Trump’s best-selling volume,
On the virtues of property speculation,
Wasn’t written by him but by one Tony Schwarz
(Now dreading Trump as leader of his nation).
‘The Art of the Deal’ established Donald J. Trump
As the archetypally successful tycoon.
Schwarz presented him in the best possible light –
Strivingto hide a poisonous buffoon.
“I put lipstick on a pig,” Schwarzlater would say
When overcome with remorse,
For he’d branded Trump as a winning charmer–
By: Donnie Casto II
Most ardent liberals and progressives who continue to ride the DNC paradigm after facts show they sabotaged Bernie’s campaign for Hillary. These individuals are committed to statism and Hillary’s principles: lie, distract, deny, and deceive.
10 QUESTIONS for Hillary and her supporters
(1). When you left the White House after your husband’s last term as president, why did you steal $200,000.00 worth of furniture, china, and artwork? And why did you tell the public that you ‘returned it’ when you only brought back $27,000 of it?
(2). Mrs. Clinton, when you were Secretary of State, why did you solicit contributions from foreign governments, (Muslim princes donated multi-millions and got favors in return) for the Clinton Foundation after you promised President Obama you would not?
(3). Mrs. Clinton, why do you and your husband claim to contribute millions of dollars to charity for a tax write off when it goes directly into your Clinton Foundation which only gives out 10% of the funds to charitable purposes and you pocket the balance to support yourself tax free? What does your daughter Chelsea do there for her $3 million dollar yearly salary?
(4). Mrs. Clinton, why are you unable to account for $6 billion dollars of State department funds that seem to have disappeared while you were Secretary of State?
(5). Mrs. Clinton why did you say you were broke when you left the White House, but purchased a $5 million home, built an addition for the secret service, and charge the tax payers of the United States $15,000.00 a month for their rent, an amount that pays the entire mortgage?
(6). Mrs. Clinton why did you lie to the American people about the terrorist attack in Benghazi, but managed to tell the truth to your daughter that same night it happened?
(7). Mrs. Clinton were you and your husband disbarred from practicing law? Answer: In 1996, Landmark Legal Foundation filed a complaint asking the court to disbar Hillary Clinton for violating the Arkansas code of conduct, (which requires lawyers to act with honesty and integrity) for her actions in the Whitewater scandal cover up. Hillary’s law license was suspended in 2002 for failing to complete her continuing legal education requirements. Bill Clinton was indicted by a grand jury for perjury and obstruction of justice to which he was impeached by the House of Representatives and disbarred from practicing as an attorney. He has been accused by a dozens of women for rape, sexual assault and sexual harassment. He settled out of court for $850.000 in one case. Hillary has him out on her campaign trail championing for her theme of feminism and “women’s rights”. What a blasphemy. Neither one has enough integrity to hold onto a law license.
(8). Mrs. Clinton, why did you say, “I do not recall,” “I have no recollection,” and “I don’t know” 56 times while testifying under oath during the Starr investigations.
(9). Mrs. Clinton, what Really happened to Ron Brown when he was about to testify against you and your husband?
(10). Mrs. Clinton what really happened to law partner Vince Foster? No way he committed suicide.
CNBC, NBC, ABC, CBS, CNN, New York Times, Los Angeles Times, I know that the answers to any of these questions don’t matter to the Clinton’s or their supporters. Leftist, liberal-progressives sucking the party paradigm will support her regardless of whether she was guilty of murder, embezzlement, money laundering, on and on.
The Democrat’s and liberal’s motto is, “DON’T CONFUSE ME WITH THE FACTS – MY MIND IS MADE UP.” Trump while an offensive blowhard is not accountable for these questions nor has he any involvement. This woman is a habitual liar with no morals or ethics and her sense of entitlement gives her the belief she is above the law. Do you really want someone like this running this country?
By: Connor Hoon
The Ten Commandments as laid out by the late great Charlton Heston have been a source of scrutiny. Especially the first five. The first five are the laws about God and the last five are for man.
You will notice that the last five are pretty much everything that man breaks on a daily basis. These rules are the basic laws laid out to lead a good life.
The first five are not neccessary in life. They are like the sub-rules about not masturbating. You just can’t subdue the human condition. If a man wants to not be Christian, he can! If a man wants to say God Damn, why the Hell not?
You don’t yell at the dog for being gay, don’t yell at gay men and women!
Here is the breakdown of the hypocrisy and utter bullshit that can be the Ten Commandments and the common sense that should be the Ten Commandments.
Thou Shalt Have No
Other God Before Me
Can you dig that shit? God tells you to put no other God before him. How can anybody do that? The Christian God was not the first God worshiped. Basically God walked into a Super Walmart and went through the aisles to get all of His milk, eggs, and went over to the bakery to get those amazing donuts. Then He came up to the line, decided it was too long and parted it like the Red Sea!
What the Hell is wrong with him?!? There were many Gods before him and he just comes in to declare everyone that he is the best like some loudmouthed wrestler going for the Heavyweight Championship of Gods. I don’t think he would have taken out all the Gods on Mount Olympus by himself.
Thou Shalt Not Worship
Any Graven Image
Well I guess everybody can just go straight to Hell then! Everybody from elementary schools to strip clubs have different idols ahead of God. And He hates that! As it is said, He is a jealous God, or is that just teenage God from the Old Testament?
Ronald McDonald can eat a fiery shit in Hell, sport mascots, every hippie with a Buddha in his smoking room, and all of the different religions around the world are going to get throat jammed by Satan and his cronies.
Thou Shalt Not Take God’s Name In Vain
This particular Commandment just confuses me. I know that you should always have respect for people, including your chosen God or Goddess, but is it really damnable?
Take the phrase “God damn it!” This phrase is a direct violation of the third commandment. Even though the phrase is really more of a call to action verse taking the Lord’s name in vain.
When a person is frustrated in some situation, like getting blue balls and is in physical pain and he tilts his head back and merely gives a simple grown, “God.” That really isn’t taking His name in vain either. The man is simply in pain and asking for help. That’s all. Simple as that.
Remember the Sabbath To Keep It Holy
This is a commandment that I and the rest of the Christian working world wishes was kept by people. Really it would make a lot of people very happy, especially when other religions do keep Sunday Holy.
Go ahead and tell your boss that you are a good Christian and you need Sunday off. See how far that actually gets you. It will get you put on the unemployment line a lot faster than God will put your boss next to Satan and his infinite inferno for breaking the fourth commandment.
Honor Thy Father and Thy Mother
This is good. This teaches good moral values. What if your Mother and Father don’t honor and respect the child? There are plenty of parents that abuse their children. There are parents that pawn their kids off on every babysitter they can. There are plenty of parents that use their kids to get money from the government and a higher tax return. Those kids have no business respecting their so-called parents. NONE!
Thou Shalt Not Kill
We will talk about this commandment. This one is particularly funny to me. I feel like this is one of the most forgotten commandments in the bunch; forgotten and compartmentalized heavily!
God simply put it that you should not kill. Sounds good. He didn’t say that, thou shalt not kill except in wartime for a bunch of money hungry anus puffers who are breaking one of the seven deadly sins feeding their greed. He just didn’t.
In God’s court of law by engaging in war the persons involved would be racking up numerous violations of God’s laws. Let me break this down for you.
(Keep in mind that by violating the Ten Commandments you are racking up some sin, violating the Seven Deadly Sins is like some serious Federal time)
- Hundreds of counts of murder – direct violations of the Sixth Commandment
- One count of greed – by fighting for a greedy cause you are guilty, breaking one of the Deadly Sins
- Many counts of anger – breaking another one of the deadly sins numerous times
- One count of Pride – By engaging in war you have blindly followed your pride and ignored your God.
God didn’t say anything about any points where killing was good, even though He Himself committed murder in the Old Testament.
Thou Shalt Not Commit Adultery
You probably shouldn’t do this. It is never a good idea to cheat on people, but people do it every single day.
I’m all for a good time, but I have to cut some slack on Moses for bringing this one down. Don’t cheat on your wife or husband, not cool.
(See the Tenth Commandment)
Thou Shalt Not Steal
This is another one that people do every day. It doesn’t make it right, but they do. Good Christian people deny this one exists with justifications like, “What if your family was starving?”
Look you criminal, your family doesn’t need three Yoo Hoos, two packs of cigarettes, condoms, and a pack of blunt wraps!
This is one of the most basic ideas, this can in fact hurt people. You hurt businesses and the people that own them. You also can’t justify it by saying that you stole from a big corporation because they are greedy and have tons of money. You aren’t Robin Hood man!
Thou Shalt Not Bear False Witness
This will hurt someone if you do it right. You don’t want to start rumors about your neighbor. It just isn’t a good idea to crap all over your neighborhood. You could get away with that more 2,000 years ago; there wasn’t social media, there was no recording devices, and people didn’t live in little culdesac in their tiny little subdivisions.
On top of that, you really don’t want your neighbor coming over and breaking your nose or shooting you if you’re in Florida or Texas.
Thou Shalt Not Covet
This is going back to adultery as well as not stealing anything. Even though this was covered earlier. People a lot of the time wrap this commandment up with not sleeping with your neighbor’s wife. You shouldn’t.
Even if she comes after you, you should probably not be a dick. The best way to go about sleeping with your neighbor’s wife would be this easy.
After she/he gives you the full court press, respectfully decline and tell her to give you a week. Go to your neighbor and tell him that you didn’t sleep with his wife, but that she is a little whore and tried to get you to sleep with him. It will be uncomfortable at first, but he will thank you in the end when he gets out of all that alimony because she is a street corner skank.
Now as you see the first five commandments of God are really just a bit of a footnote. They don’t really have much of a reason in the 2000’s. They just don’t. The last five commandments however are timeless.
The last five really just say…DON’T BE AN ASSHOLE! You don’t need to believe in God in order to be a good person…you asshole!
By: Joseph Siess
Des Moines, Iowa in this twisted year of our Lord 2016 is a strange moment in time and space to find oneself. The political landscape in these far flung northern reaches of the high plains are so warped, so degenerate, so strangled by the choking fog of modern existential angst, that anybody with any sense would stay far away.
Donald Trump’s political survival depends on this cerebral crisis of middle America, and this is precisely why he and his campaign can’t get enough. Trump probably doesn’t enjoy descending from his tower in Manhattan to fly a thousand miles inland to mingle with bread basket America, but unfortunately for him, Iowa is a swing state, and swing states carry a lot of weight as far as presidential politics go. Yes.
However, from personal experience I can say there is nothing more bizarre and preternatural than a Trump rally in Des Moines, Iowa. I suppose I came up here in a quest to better understand the political forces at play, but what I discovered in the end was something a lot more visceral, confusing and much more troubling than I previously imagined.
Aside from the “Chinese Americans Love Trump” people, and the Afro-American guys selling “Hillary Sucks but not like Monica, Trump that Bitch” shirts in front of the convention center, I suppose everything else seemed completely normal in comparison. None of this resembled the old and ancient backwater tales from America’s grim past, but then again none of this makes any sense at all when you really think about it.
Or why else would a bunch of working class middle Americans blindly support some kind of megalomaniac billionaire from New York with a rotten track record. It’s all part of some twisted political landscape that shatters all preconceptions. Forget everything you think you know. Welcome to Trumplandia people.
I recall shuffling through security, wearing my red, white and blue ‘Super Chevrolet Service’ hat, white shorts, blue polo shirt and red tennis shoes, and proceeding into the auditorium amidst a haggardly crowd of natives. “They keep themselves down”, one woman told me about black people. “Anybody who wears their pants down to their knees…”
I remember feeling completely shattered, raped and confused when I heard Mick Jagger’s voice on the PA system. A podium, splashed in florescent lighting, ‘Trump-Pence’ scrawled across it, loomed menacingly from the stage. “Impossible,” I thought. “How could they…”
“Anyway,” the lady said to me and another guy standing in the auditorium. “Trump likes it rowdy. So we got to be all like ‘lock her up!’ and ‘build that wall!’” I chuckled nervously and nodded. “Well, Roudy’s my first name,” said the other guy. “No shit,” I muttered. The guy grinned and whipped out his drivers license. Lo and behold the guy’s first name was ‘Roudy’.
Moments later, Born on the Bayou by Credence Clearwater Revival bubbled up on the PA. ‘I can remember the fourth of July…’ At this point I recall feeling winded, weak in the knees, and fearful to the point of possible mental collapse. “How?” How could such a political imposter and faux populist hijack such a pure and integral moment of American music and culture and bend it to such warped degeneracy? Donald Trump for the people? Madness…
I wandered up into the top bleachers where I could get a birds eye view of the Trump people below and at the same time watch the guy spew his rancid swill from the stage. I sat awkwardly and scribbled into my notebook. At some point a middle aged woman and her husband sat next to me. “How’s it going?” the woman asked with a smile. “Well, you know,” I said with a grin.
After awhile the lady started chatting me up. She was a Ben Carson supporter who eventually settled on Trump as an alternative to Clinton. Her husband was a democratic defector from Kansas City. “So how long have you been supporting Trump?” she asked me. “Well…” I thought for a few seconds. “As soon as he won the nomination I guess.” She nodded in approval.
The lady started jabbering at me about her children and the national polls. “So what kind of chance do you think Trump has?” she asked. “Nonsense!” I muttered. “The polls mean nothing. Trump could absolutely win! I mean these polls don’t mean a Goddamned thing!” I jeered.
At this point an elderly man a row ahead of us slapped me on the knee and yelled, “I was listening to Limbaugh on the way up!” I nodded and gave the guy my full attention. “And he was saying the same damned thing,” he muttered with his head cocked. “Damn right,” I said smacking the bleacher with my fist.
Moments later somebody got on stage and started firing up the crowd with mindless political platitudes. Meanwhile, another middle aged woman sitting next to me finally struck up a frivolous conversation. She asked me why I was there supporting Trump, adding that it was encouraging to see young people involved in politics. “Well, this thing is just too important to sit out…” I told her shaking my head. Then she asked me, “are you a believer?”
“Oh yes, absolutely,” I said solemnly. We locked eyes.”Like have you taken Jesus into your heart?” “You know it,” I snapped. “No doubt. It’s something I hold deep inside me.” Mike Pence came out at this point and the crowd went manic. Secret service agents sliced through the crowd. The guy next to me kept howling “over here!” at the kid passing out ‘Veterans for Trump’ signs.
Donald Trump finally came out and the spectacle was more akin to some kind of sporting event than a political rally. Lights flashed and music sounded as the candidate emerged before an applauding crowd.
Trump began by castigating Clinton, plunging the arena into bouts of hissing and jeering. He went on about the Iran money drop deal in the news lately, and spoke about getting American allies to pay up. Figuring I could just watch the speech later on YouTube, I eventually tuned Trump out to focused on the meat and potatoes of this thing. I realized I had not boomed all the way up to Des Moines to listen to Trump ramble, but I was there to get a feel for his supporters, and the anxiety-riddled environment of a swing state Trump rally.
Essentially the main nerve of middle American existential angst channeled into the most unnatural and farcical of political jest. Yes.
Working class middle Americans howling and whooping like foaming savages at some disconnected Billionaire who lives in a blinking tower a thousand miles away on Manhattan Island. Don’t get me wrong. Hillary Clinton is a wretched candidate for the presidency, but to flock around a man like Donald Trump is merely the sign of the times. These warped, twisted, degenerate times we are facing here in this shattered America.
I guess only time will tell. All I know is that madness abounds, and if you can accept that, you are one step closer to getting it together.
By: Teddy Fuentes
The trauma that led to me creating “Steve” was sexual, imposed by a male bodied demon in the night. My youthful entwined with chemical bonds mind could not process that level of grime and self hatred mixed with Fear.
Just recently I have began to heal from this trauma that happened 10 years ago. First I took a mighty shovel and dug through all the traumas stacked heavily on top of Him, almost melting into him like a collaged monster of everything I always feared and hated. Him who stole my most sacred Virgin/Virgo truth.
He was so deep beneath a decade of hurt, I could still feel his thunderous ruminating impending doom thumping, even with ethanol seeped deep in my DNA.
He who ravaged me sat twiddling thumbs with Steve down under. He whispers into Steve his own Self.
Then Steve comes out unabated. Ready to destroy.
Only opiates striking him like dull needles prodding for peace tamed the lingering feeling of wanting to murder the rapist who robbed me of my most formative years .
This is my not so much anymore secret. I harbored a disgusting shame and pain for so long that the Trauma and Disgust came out through me.
This is the Steve forever inked on me like the Mark of the Beast.
On the back of my neck as to not remind me that the despondent broken child is still there.
“You cannot hide from Him but you can try.”
And me in present time? I am plainly and acutely aware of schizophrenic, disassociated, and bipolar tendencies I project to those around me.
The psychiatrist told me “You think strange.” Her words piercing and knocking at the door where Steve used to lie ready to strike. He came out through the voluminous stark tone I used to dissuade her presumptuous belief that I was as orderly as a sentence.
I, or something within me, felt so much hatred towards her that I cannot believe I apologized for my behavior.
That was Teddy, me, being humble, graceful, and weak to the touch of others misgivings.
You see, I have worked all of this out myself and through human connection. Through the sober and hyper sensical experience of Living through Love of the Self.
I have faced trauma that I couldn’t even say the name of without going dead in the eyes.
The numbness of sexual trauma is unforgiving and a downward spiral.
But I want to tell you about Us.
About the personality and self protective facets that I carried around like powerful identity disorder weapons and were ones that only lacking sustenance or Upper Substances led me to invoke them.
I will not speak in the third person because I know that writes me off.
Why do we feel such a deep need to express the intricacies of our Selves?
Because we are galaxies and only upon sight are we real. No longer imagined. Traced to the origin and delved deep for understanding.
I want that. I want to shake the label of rotten; shake off this duality within me.
I am whole. I am one. I truly feel this now.
You’ve got to understand, Steve and Teddy are but names used to describe the Positive and Negative forces within my being.
Neither means any harm, and only harnessing all of Me can I find balance to succeed and lead a healthy fulfilled and royal life of abundance.
You’ve got to understand.
You have to think of the Love you have for the soul and release Your unseemly paranoia that a hidden truth within our carnal person is a murderous lie. That this “evil lie” purposefully and consciously is shoved deep into the bowels where self destruction and outward violence sleep in the first cycle.
You’ve got to understand.
We manifest ourselves when we want to connect. To connect with our pure and innocent selves. The One’s we were when our Mother birthed us from her own flesh.
We want to reattach ourselves to feel rebirth.
Human and intro spatial connection is the tonic of the split and unsure soul.
You’ve got to understand.
The only thing toxic about having a side(s) of your self is burying them deep like rotten cast offs bathing in hellish emotion.
I encourage all of you to dig deeper than the surface of your fears, anxieties, and insecurities of life and death.
I condone Healing, Balance, and letting the corpses of all troubled painful past reincarnate before us and dance.
Dance with us to atone for our perceived mistakes.
Dance with us to create a vibration that is sync with who We truly are.
Dance to cleanse the door of you from the sign that tells your personal Steve to “fuck off and die.”
Invite Steve and all your righteous demons to go on a walk, long and in nature. Cry into each other’s orifices and let it sink in. Cleanse yourself through directing the hurt where it truly lies deep within you. Berate all sides of you. The one who is sad for the pain, the one who hurting lashes out, the one who ignores all of the above and the one who loves you.
Then forgive. Forgive and never forget.
Let this introduction be a friendship of growth and not a goodbye.
Please, don’t let your selves die before letting your Self live truly Free.
Holistic healing is an act of love to thy self, the soul, everyone around us, the world, and the universe.
Healing is a painful ritual that I give six hundred sixty six stars to and Highly Priestessly recommend.
PS I achieved this level of perception about my trauma and Steve through two hours of Mediation. 🌎🌞🌚🌙