i'm going to be following this campaign trail from a different angle. im not sure what the end result will be, but hopefully there will be something to it when it's all said and done. im focusing on those who are fighting for this cause, so if you have anything to share, pics/vids/stories/opinions etc. please send and i will be including some of the material in my compilations. here is the into to these notes.
so, i'm finally here. ready to take on this daunting and miserably difficult task of continuing a legacy begun before my time. im not sure where to begin, or if i even know enough to write about it all, or at least appear that i do. but it must be done, goddamn-it - by someone somewhere on this nightmarish planet. and since no one has stepped up to the occasion, for whatever pitiful and useless reason, i feel i must at least make some kind of pathetic attempt to get this menacing ball rolling. of course im at an unspeakable disadvantage, and im reminded of this bleak fact with every word that flows out of me. but fuck it, i keep hearing myself say. it's too late for credentials and proper syntax. if someone "important" should ever read this and try to pass me off as some bad joke, well, they would probably be doing me a favor by giving me more material to hash out. eventually someone is bound to take notice. at least that was the idea when i started this. so why try arguing semantics and pragmatics with these worthless bastards who like to call themselves publishers and professional writers and wave their hands in a dictative manner all day, thinking they know what the citizen wants, while always looking for their idea of "good quality". but who are they when it comes to sheer street-honesty? when the raw edge within a citizen , or "subject" in most cases, realizes how to turn the tables and find a voice, will anyone hear? i wasn't going to waste anymore time questioning the impossibility of it. in every kind of study or research, the only thing to do is to get in the heart of it as fast and harshly as possible. put some snakes in their boots and watch them dance while they lapse into nervous, spastic fits of terror. surely they had to see this coming. it's been a dogs age since the gonzo approach changed everything we knew about the boundaries of writing. didn't anyone stop to wonder what kind of influential work would surface or that just maybe it would give way to new fantastic ideas and mayhem? what fools, i suddenly realize. every day writers are thrown out into a sea of madness with only one goal: focus on the subject. but what are they to do when the subject grows a brain and some balls and locks eyes with the writer or reporter, as if he knows he nowhas the ability to undermind, or better yet, prevail over this so called master of words? who would ultimately survive in such a dangerous and unprecedented situation? i didn't know, but i did know one thing: all bets were on.
there's no point in denying the fact that my approach is dangerously similar to the late dr... i wont lie. at least not now, and certainly not here. it's true this particular style of mine has a striking familiarity about it, however, it's only due to what it's been inspired by. nevertheless, it's still a new and rare breed. this time it has emerged from underneath the cesspool once known as the "american dream". A continuation of an idea established long ago, if you will. picking up the radical pieces of a heroic mad-man, and hurling them back at the same type of corrupted people. This is a new generation. the end result of an idyllic dream short-lived during an era where only people over 60 can still remember and people under 30 wish they could. many of these senior citizens, as we now call them still believe in that time and movement. so much so, in fact that they would probably have no qualms about recreating that revolution and atmosphere all over again, if only they had the same energy in their bones as they once did-and didn't have a buzz-kill worse than nixon on their hands. such rotten irony 40 years later, staring down the barrel of the same gun, facing the same tyrannical bullet. only this time with a different finger to fire the round. A much more dangerous, and powerful trigger-happy lunatic, but equally dumb and repulsive in every other sense. so now what? am i just another voice tuned out by a higher standard of bullshit? Not for long if i can help it. whatever has to be done, do it. let this fear and loathing on the campaign trail of '08 begin