tirsdag 19. oktober 2010

Dave and The Great American Mist.

Dave the yoghurt-boy had a thought but it disappeared into The Great American Mist. What about your yoghurt, I ask. I thought I had it with me this morning, he says as he’s fumbling around to find it. It probably got left behind like a dying solider on the battlefield or more likely on the kitchen unit. As I sit there watching this Returning-Mess-From-Oktoberfest of a man I wonder why every time they interview people on the streets of America it’s always the dum-dums that are standing in front of the camera like little children lost in the garden. It’s the ones with a complete lack of general knowledge that are interviewed, like someone is on the quest to mirror the dumbness of a nation, idiocy jaywalking across common sense. These are the ones picked out to represent the American nation.

I guess there are at least a couple of guys over there that know their home town is not the center of the earth, that America did now discover the world and with the understanding of Europe as not a county but a continent, or know what a continent is. It’s really scary to see these people walking around without a chaperon, without a legal guardian or any sort of support person to carry them with their lack of intelligence tucked away in a backpack. If I was a citizen of the US, I’d be pretty embarrassed of my fellow Americans.

Is the US nothing more than gun crazed, God loving lunatics, a nation of lost fools or can you make anyone seem mentally challenged through random interviews? I mean, is it right to represent 260 million, or what, citizens through these airheads, this knuckle draggers? For God sake, do something, electroshock ‘em, anything but let these people out of their homes and into the streets. And you let these poor bastards vote. They are clueless folks spinning the wheel and landing on whoever comes up on their front lawn with a bible in his hand and a gun in the waistband. These people voted for Bush Jr., twice! Or again, this is what it all seems like when in reality they are highly intelligent people. Who knows? It’s on youtube, anything can be faked and shaped to fit the glove.

I guess you can find these dimwits anywhere from Germany to Norway, from USA to England, but these people (see link below) are so far out there in the mist that you have to feel sorry for them. What about reading a book, google some shit you don’t know, try to learn -like- something every week. Study history and expand your horizon, throw away crappy magazines idolizing celebrity, turn off the TV overflowing with reality shows. If Trainspotting was written today Irvine Welsh would have written “Mind-numbing spirit-crushing reality shows” instead of game shows. Turn that shit of. If you fill your brain with shit, then shit is all you can project into the bucket between your legs. (And since this blog is called The Bucket, I guess shit comes to mind when you read most of these posts too). When “St Peter The Illusion” asks you “what you leant” on this planet during your brief time here, be sure to give him a good answer. Give him a good laugh, kick him in the nuts and hit that moaning face of his with a fat book called My Brain. Say, Yeah I learnt shit! Then walk proudly into heaven and talk to “God the Illusion” about shit that counts. I don’t think he’ll care much about TV shows and football scores, about Paris Hilton or who-fucked-who in rehab.

Dave did not find his yoghurt today. Instead he walked over to the coffee machine and pushed the Espresso button. Did we learn anything this morning? No, not much. The only thing that is sure, is that you can’t believe everything you see on TV, read in the papers or on the internet. Neither can you believe every video you see about stupid people to be true. But what we do know is a lot of Gods children are lost in the Great Mist. If you’ll measure the brain activity of these people you’ll mostly see a flatline.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fJuNgBkloFE

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=27f0IimLQpU&feature=related

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