The Gonzo Wolf

Here we go again; BS in the background.

Some British poon on the English version of French news – that’s a twist – is telling me things my own country’s journalists won’t touch.

By the time most of us got the balls to go nose-to-nose with our goddamn religious upbringings, those who merely accepted it as truth moved on ahead, solidified their lies, and camped at the crossroads. They were waiting for us.

I’ve never felt so gob-smacked. Surely, all the leather-clad bikers of the white neighborhoods, and the walking-Army-tank gangstas of the black communities would keep us safe from our own makeshift Nazi’s.

Negative, Ghostrider; they’re all on the same side now. KISS visited the White House, and Snoop Dogg performed at the inauguration. There’s even massive organizations full of people who support our brainless leader, and belong to the targets of his immigration exodus. The NRA metaphorically sat their collective asses down and gouged out their own eyes.

I just wish it were televised.

We’re alone on this side of things, save the weirdos, outcasts, and shunned. Oddly enough, this is how I’ve always wanted it. Maybe me and mine don’t belong here? Were we stranded, doing our best to fit in over the centuries, but failing miserably? Are they finally onto us?

I can’t help but believe the most liberally minded among our lot lost their filters a little too much; too soon. The incestual monkeys were overwhelmed by so much blue hair and nipple rings, they ran to the only safe places they knew as youth. The place where secrets reigned supreme and Elder Johnson did that thing with his dentures out like I was far from first.

Dollar bills in carpeted plates, with judging eyes aglow pass-to-pass. Oh, the guilt of not contributing; from youth to unemployed couch-camper.

And you wonder why we hate you?

No, you’re wrong. We tolerated you from a distance, because hate is such a strong word. We, those who choose to worship and celebrate each other…

We just want a place to safely be ourselves.

It’s strange how it all runs full-circle, but – then again – it’s not. The first Americans fled their own country and its religious shenanigans. What did they do when their boats landed?

Hopped off, threw fucking religion into the faces of the natives, all but killed them off, and evolved into what they fled in the first place.

In modern times, there’s nowhere else to run. Those of us who will reject religion until our dying breaths are now truly cornered.

But don’t confuse our labored breathing and ecstatic nerves with weaknesses.

I’ve never beaten an idiot with his own Bible, but I think it’d look funny in a YouTube video.