I HATE FUCKING POLITICS.

Jack Tait woke up early and decided to roam the streets of Orange Vegas.  he saw many trucks.  many dogs.  he saw fat guts and many Crocs.  he also saw dog shit and stained lawns from dog piss.  dogs running the asylum.  untrained dogs running the asylum just like untrained kids running the asylum.  laziness being passed down from generation to generation.  just like fake fulfilled loves being passed down from generation to generation.  Jack Tait didn’t give a flying fuck what people said about him behind his back as he saw a town filled with losers and dummies.  bigger losers and bigger dummies than the losers and dummies from other small towns. 
Jack Tait rode his blue tricycle through rundown streets and long barren roads.  he saw churches and Tim Horton’s.  he saw Salvation Army stores as well as many Dollar Stores.  he didn’t see bookstores.  nor did he see quality bars nor quality restaurants.  he saw a town covered and smothered in mediocrity the way many towns are covered and smothered in mediocrity.  mediocre minds leading the blind sheep. 
Jack Tait worked up a sweat as he heard loud mufflers and loud dogs.  he moved left and then he moved right.  some people swing right but Jack Tait knows nothing about internet dating apps and internet dating games.  he was once a fucking machine but now prefers wine and books.  sometimes good music too.
As Jack Tait rode through the town the dogs began to chase him.  it started with one small dog.  then another small dog.  then a fat lady with a small dog began to chase Jack too.  then a fat dog.  within twenty-five minutes Jack Tait had twenty-four dogs chasing him and one pig.  she was a fat woman.  the slang for a fat woman is a PIG.  Jack Tait was not one for political correctness.  a fag was a fag.  and Indian was an Indian.  a black man was a black man.  a Chinese man was a Chinese man.  and a pig was, is, and always will be a PIG.  Jack Tait knows because he has fucked many over the years.
Jack Tait rode quickly through the dull town as the twenty-four dogs and one pig continued to chase him.
“HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELP!!!!!  SOMEONE HELP!!!!!!!  I AM BEING ATTACKED BY DOGS AND PIGS AND I AM NOT SURE WHY.  WHY DO ALL THESE BAD THINGS ALWAYS HAPPEN TO ME?  WHAT HAVE I DONE THAT OTHER’S HAVEN’T?  I HAVE FUCKED.  I HAVE JERKED OFF.  I HAVE FOUGHT.  I HAVE SHIT.  I HAVE PUKED.  I HAVE EVEN BEEN TO CHURCH WHILE HUNGOVER AND NAKED!!!  HEEEEEEEEELP!!!”
  Jack Tait continued to scream but nobody listened.  they never do.  people too busy in their own lives to give a flying fuck about other lives.  lowest common denominator with their shitty beers and shitty trucks outside of their shitty garages talking shit with each other before heading off to their shitty jobs.  Jack Tait just wanted to make it home in time to see Taylor off to school.  too many things to do in a day.  in a lifetime and not accomplishing any.  Jack Tait continued and was almost home when he heard the siren of a police car.  he quickly turned around and saw Constable Zeebots.  Zeebots is usually hiding in the front of stores trying to catch drivers on their cellphones and giving them useless tickets but this time he had something else in mind.  he chased Jack Tait up hills and down hills and Jack refused to pull over.  Zeebots pulled his car up beside Jack’s tricycle and yelled at him.
“Pull over.  Pull over.  I won’t harm you.  I just want to talk.”
Jack new better than to trust an old white haired cop who hides in the front of stores and attempts to issue tickets to pay for his bloated salary.
“FUCK OFF ZEEBOTS!!!  SHOOT ME IF YOU WANT BUT I AIN”T PULLING OVER!!!”
“Pull over to the side of the road or else I will have to call back up.”
“FUCK YOU AND YOUR BACK UP ZEEBOTS.  GO BLOW YOURSELF AND YOUR USELESS FUCKING JOB.  YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A FUCKING MAGGOT WHO IS NOT RESPECTED BY ANYONE BUT THAT IS THE ONLY REASON YOU WANTED TO BE A COP!!!”
“PULL OVER OR I WILL SHOOT YOU!!!”
“FUCK YOU ZEEBOTS!!!”
BOOOOOOOOOM.  BOOOOOOOOOOOOM.  BOOOOOOOOOOOOOM.
Zeebots pulled out his gun and shot poor Jack Tait.  Jack Tait fell to the ground.  naked and alone once again.  Zeebots ran towards Jack but then saw a squirrel being chased by a coyote and so he jumped in his car and drove away.
Jack Tait lay lying in blood.  writhing in pain.
‘HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELP!!!  HEEEEEEEEEEEEEELP!!!  SOMEONE HELP ME!!!”
Jack Tait continued to scream but he was all alone on a remote and barren road just outside the bright lights of Orange Vegas.
as he lay there dying he could hear the faint sounds of loud mufflers and dogs barking in the distance.
“politics is everywhere.  it is in everything.  jobs.  school.  sports.  friends.  enemies.  cops.  robbers.  it is everywhere.  I HATE FUCKING POLITICS!!!”