The title alone will make the wrong people click it, just so they’ll have something to complain about. Truth be told, I’m sick of how lazy and incompetent the Democratic party (in which I am a registered member) have been over the last five years. That’s nothing compared to the previous ten when the Republican party pretended it was the early 1860’s.

I’m disgusted with both; one more than the other. As an artist, I feel it is my duty to drag the duo through the mud until they get their stuff together, or at least the amount of stuff they’re allowed to have in pedo-prison whenever that whole thing kicks off. Release the list; no matter who’s on it.

But, to all the skanks, I am incapable of truly accepting an apology. It’s a character flaw of mine, among many. They never fix anything. They just give people a second chance to crap on you.

If you had the balls to screw me over once, you’ll do it again when the chance arrives.

Go cry where I can’t hear you.

That said, please help me title this song!

Also, don’t forget your book (Unless you’re now a pissed-off Republican who wants to give it a bad review for political affiliation purposes. If that’s the case, buy two. There’s no such thing as bad publicity. Just ask your mom).

Today’s offering? As if we don’t have enough crazy in our lives right now…

To most, 1865 was an eye-opening year. The American Civil War was officially over and the soldiers fortunate enough to survive the bloody conflict returned home to collect the pieces of their former lives. To young Arizonan, Robert Jack, the fateful desert homecoming marked the end to all he once knew. Forgiveness is overrated. Death is final. Revenge, however, dances between the fine lines of mortality and eternity. Love always finds a way.

At the end of the day, I still love all of you. Now, can we please get rid of all the racists? It’s 2025 for fuck’s sake.