Sometimes I feel a little twinge about being so negative, but, dammit- don’t take a beer piss on my shoe then tell me it’s it’s raining.

Purposely lying to a populace, — those pesky, fucking sins of omission where the facts are concerned that you KNOW ABOUT — why, son, that’s cause for a swift kick in the throat where I’m from. It’s beyond just “gilding the lily” for the rubes and idiots. No; this is diabolical. This cannot stand.

I was in advertising and marketing for 40 years. I KNOW what is done and allowed and embraced and encouraged to promote/pitch/elicit/fabricate a feeling, a psychological reaction. The linguistics. The thrumming guitar, the saccharin, plaintive piano trill, the swelling of the “community spirit” musical thematic swill — all specifically designed to make us tear up and hand it over.

Our money, our children, our lives.

Anything they want.

Everything they want. -J