I’m hopelessly obsessed with politics. Not obsessed enough to run for office – I’m a stoned-out idiot writer – but bad enough to where I watch the satire play out on YouTube. They got me.

I’m the other side of the spectrum from the Fox News MAGA-verse. I’m a pro-love and freedom artist who lives in a major city. I’ve grown to become the hippie I always wanted to be.

I’m beginning to see the cracks in the facade known as the Democratic party, however. It’s simple; pick a talking point on the polar opposite side of the political spectrum and ramble. Then, throw in a couple of social media worthy sound bytes for the C-SPAN kiddies and, BAM…you’ve got a lifelong career. Politics are now just rich kid Tik Tok time, and I want out.

I think we should begin kicking the f**k out of our first line politicians; really hold them accountable. Then, they can pass that ass whooping to the next elected officials. What else can we do other than spin our wheels on Twitter and the likes?

Washington is a mentally deranged game of Barbie/Hotwheels in that sandpit beyond the fence line back home. I don’t know how that chick next door has the gumption to tell me that her dolls can crush my cars in a real fight. She’s loopy, but she smells nice, so I’ll let it slide. That was the best 1979 example I could give as to why we worship these cable news actors who repeat the narrative of the wealthy, awaiting the master’s money shot with exposed tongue. Just like a treat to a begging dog. They smell nice, even if we can’t smell them. Someone will understand that logic; I struggle.

I miss people sometimes. People who liked to have a good time and would have good times regularly, if enjoyed. Now, we film it, spread it everywhere, and there’s no need for a repeat.

We didn’t know their religious affiliation, because it wasn’t Sunday, and it wasn’t any of your damn business. Church wasn’t “good time” talk.

We didn’t know their political stance, because it wasn’t time to vote, and that was boring “good-time” talk, too. You’d get run out of the pasture party if you talked about stuff like that.

We glitched somewhere along the line, and it’s too late to fix it. I’m frightened of anyone who claims we are living in “good times” right now. What are they using as a basis of comparison? What is “good” anymore?

Preach truths, toke jokes, and shoplift Amazon. Put on your “kicking” boots and attend your choice of Town Hall meeting. When it’s over, we can sit on the pickup tailgate and discuss which is the better album: Use Your Illusions One or Two?