notanotherphony.

Jack Tait was on day two with his wife and daughter back in a shitty suburb north of Toronto where people go through the motions of living life and getting their entertainment from half assed actors and half assed musicians who lip synch.
His daughter, Taylor, had a basketball practice and Jack wanted to see her play.  He drove Taylor down Broadway (Orangeville NOT New York) and stopped in at Tim Horton’s for an average coffee with little caffeine.  He then made his way to Parkinson Public School where the practice was.
Jack and Taylor walked calmly into the old school and into the old gym.  a few fake “hi’s” to dull parents with no knowledge of sports but opinions as if they played professionally slowed them down but soon they were in the gym.  Jack sat down while Taylor ran onto the court.  she began shooting as she always did.  while other girls messed around, Taylor focused.  her focus never as big as when she stepped onto the court.  the one thing that consumed her.  two years of shit coaches and shit management would not deter Taylor from her goal of being the best basketball player in Canada.  two years of losing.  two years of a screaming 80 yr old maniac coach.  two years of dull parents with dull opinions would not deter her.  this brought a smile to Jack’s face. 
the practice lasted two hours but it seemed like three days.  dull drills by dull coaches with no excitement and no fire and lacking the skills necessary to inspire and motivate always seemed to bother Jack.  he never understood why someone would volunteer to coach if they had no skills nor any desire to motivate and inspire.  was it an ego thing?  was it an avoiding going home thing?  the wrong people always in charge.  it reminded Jack of all of his average teachers and average bosses.  a world filled with average people but the average people making money doing average and irrelevant things while real artists starve on the street while trying to bring humanity to the world.
“I HATE IRRELEVANT PEOPLE WHO DO IRRELEVANT THINGS BUT GET PAID AS IF THEY ARE RELEVANT.  I ALSO HATE PEOPLE WHO FOLLOW THE RULES THAT ARE DUMB BUT FOLLOW THEM WITH PRIDE AND A SMILE!!!”
the practice soon ended and Jack and Taylor began to walk out.  as they were about to leave the managers of the team stopped them to give them some money for their fundraising efforts months before.  a dull bottle drive, of course.
while giving the money the two managers, with smirky smiles, told Jack that he missed a great season.
“The girls are sooo happy as they won bronze but really should have won gold.  such a positive season and the girls really improved over the year.”
“From what Taylor has told me, the girls have lost forty games over two years and won only six.  sounds like a terrible two seasons.  how have they improved?”
“well we play in a really tough league during the year against much better teams and we lose every game but they learn so much and when they play in the Provincials we get to go against all of the easy teams because we have lost all year.  I know the girls love winning the bronze medal.  always a successful end to the year.”
“so you’re telling me that you think it is good that they lose all year because then they play crappy teams in the Provincials and barely win a bronze?”
“yes…the girls love it!!!”
“YOU ARE A DUMB FUCKING CUNT…sorry for my language Taylor, AND YOU WILL ALWAYS BE A DUMB CUNT WHO KNOWS FUCKING SQUAT ABOUT SPORTS AND KNOWS SQUAT ABOUT HUMAN GROWTH AND HUMAN POTENTIAL SO WHY NOT GO BACK TO YOUR HOUSE AND OPEN THE GARAGE DOOR AND DRINK SOME FUCKING COORS LIGHT!!!”
the managers still had that stupid smirk on their stupid faces as Jack walked camly out the front doors of the shitty school with his beautiful daughter.  they jumped in their car and drove home.
“what was that all about Dad?”
“lowest common denominator everywhere Taylor.  never settle in life.  never settle.  most people settle for shit jobs.  shit spouses.  shit houses.  shitty vacations.  shitty towns.  shitty rules.  shitty teachers.  shitty coaches.  and shitty lives.  they settle so much for so long that they don’t even realize how much they have settled.  DO NOT LISTEN TO THEM TAYLOR.  NEVER LISTEN TO THEM.  YOU CAN SEE THE DULLNESS BEHIND THE FORCED FAKE SMILES AND FAKE CONVERSATIONS BUT DON”T BELIEVE THE SHIT THAT COMES OUT OF THEIR MOUTH’S.  THEY ARE ALL SAD AND DEPRESSED.  sad and depressed.”
Jack Tait and Taylor arrived at home and walked inside.  Jack turned on the shower for Taylor and opened a beer.
“how was practice Jack?”  asked Sarah.
“dull and uninspiring.”
“yup.”
They hugged each other and then Taylor came running down for a hug as well.
family love is all that is needed.  family love.

Monday morning and Jack Tait woke up back in a suburb of Toronto surrounded by houses and dogs.  his wife and young daughter in the other room of their small townhouse.  his long lost family back together after ten years of abandonment, freedom, loneliness, sickness, winds, sadness, happiness, and sometimes utter ridiculousness.  utter ridiculousness that, from the outsider, appears to be disgusting and sick but from the inside is filled with a calmness that society never offers…ever.  this is why most maggots flee their lives to go on shitty vacations to Florida and Las Vegas.  Saving up all of their hard earned money at the factory to go and blow it on one shitty vacation in January.
Jack Tait walked down the small hallway and looked in on Taylor and Sarah.  both fast asleep.  the never ending dilemma of wanting to wake them up but also wanting the freedom to have a peaceful coffee alone with a Bukowski book and maybe a quick tug.
Jack Tait decided that he needed love more than an orgasm so he jumped on Sarah and Taylor and started tickling them and blowing in their ears.  they woke up giggling and all three of them hugged each other the way they used to hug each other when Taylor was six months old.  Jack Tait longing for the days of the running hugs and building sand castles.  life passing by much too quickly and a man who once wanted to be alone now, more than ever, never wants to be alone.  never wants to leave Taylor and Sarah behind in a scary world that continues to get scarier with fucking morons like Donald Trump and Kevin O’Leary in charge of the masses.  dumb self centered maggots attempting to win votes and run countries into the ground while the thinkers write books and make money off of the dumb leaders.  the right people never in charge.
Jack Tait decided he needed a job so he hopped in Sarah’s car and drove downtown.  the drive was filled with young punks with nothing to live for, driving like racing maniacs, weaving in and out of traffic with zero thought of other’s and zero thought of using their indicator.  cops nowhere to be found.  Jack Tait blasted the Cult and tried to avoid the fake losers. he avoided them as much as he could but there was always one guy that drew Jack’s ire.  his rage.  his rage never subsiding even as he approached his mid sixties.
“FUCK OFF YOU FUCKING MAGGOT.  I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU IF YOU EVER PULL THAT SHIT AGAIN.  BRING YOUR CAR BACK HOME TO DADDY AND BLOW HIM AS WELL.”
Jack Tait didn’t listen for the response as the response was never worth listening to.
Jack continued on his journey.  he would get a job today. he would get a job today.  he would get a job today.  he arrived at the Laser clinic and was immediately approached by two hot, fake girls with big tits and small feet. 
“Can we help you?”
“Yeah, I am here for a job.  the massage therapist job.”
both fake titted fake girls looked at Jack in astonishment.  he was no longer naked but he was still old and bearded.  weathered with tattered clothes and yellow teeth.
“okay…have a seat and we will be right back.”
Jack Tait ran to the washroom and gave a quick tug.  white juice flowing into his left hand.  Jack Tait quickly threw the white liquid into the sink and flushed it down with warm water.  he splashed some cold water on his face and walked calmly back to the waiting room.
Two big cops immediately grabbed Jack Tait and violently threw him into the white cop car waiting outside.
“WHAT DID I DO?  TELL ME WHAT I DID?  WHAT DID I DO?  TELL ME WHAT I DID?
Jack Tait screamed and screamed but nobody listened.  the whole Laser Clinic outside watching in their fake white suits, fake white teeth, fake white tits, and fake red lips.  even the men were plastic and dull.  a horror show among horror shows.  the wrong people arrested by the wrong people in power.  rules for rule followers that are only in place to make old rich white people older and richer.  a sick society that is getting sicker by the day.  by the minute.  a world that is going down a dark path that is filled with greed and ego and dullness and utter sadness but the masses sit and watch The Kardashians and The Bachelor hoping their dull lives get better as they get older.  more weathered.  more wrinkled.  more sad.  more lonely.  a dullness that has dulled the senses and dulled their sex lives.  their love lives.  a dullness that weakens the weak and strengthens the rich but dull morons in charge of the world.
Jack Tait sat in the back of the cop car and looked out at all of the fake dullness.  he pulled down his pants and mooned the crowd.  he looked up at the two white cops and they were laughing. 
“the world is weird.  what does it all mean?”
Jack Tait fell asleep.  finally a calmness to his busy mind.
Sarah’s lonely car sitting alone in the empty parking lot.

fucking.  sucking.  jerking off.  masturbating.  blowing.  ramming.  touching.  pinching.  jamming.  fingering.  waving.  crying.  making love.  caressing.  blowing once again.
Jack Tait’s life had changed over the years but his sexual habits remained the same.  old age not quite dulling the big cocked one nutted naked lonely man the way age had dulled most parents.  most peasants.  most managers of stores and managers of hotels.  even Presidents and Prime Ministers fucked less than Jack and they were leaders in the new world.  fake leaders in a fake world.
Jack Tait sat back and observed.  laughed.  cried.  shit.  then laughed again.  drank a bottle of Rye and then downed it with beer.  micro-brewery beer not piss disguised as beer.  piss that poor peasants drank as they watched shitty shows and mowed their lawns weekly…right after washing their car.
a load of fucking losers barely waltzing through life while barely owning homes and barely owning cars.  losers who prayed to a false god and went to church right after taking a smelly shit and ironing their own semi dressed up outfit that had been in their shitty closet for twenty-five years.  an outfit that deserved to be in a remote landfill in the middle of Kapuskasing but was laid out beautifully on the bedspread filled with angels and butterflies.  losers who went through life barely hanging on but barely having an opinion of their own and barely fucking a single man.  a single woman.  a dull useless life.  sad.  pathetic.  gross.  slobbery combined with dull opinions always leading to psychiatrists and pills taken daily to dull the mind and dull the eyes.  dulling them down so the peasants could not see how fucking irrelevant they truly were.
Jack Tait opened the front door of his remote farmhouse in the middle of nowhere and took a big deep breath in.  he smelled the crisp clean air.  he looked to the sky and saw sun.  he also saw a cloud.  he jumped on his blue tricycle and rode down the long narrow driveway and when the driveway ended he turned right.  he was naked.  his one sagging ball sagging down further than usual.
“I must be fighting a cold.  My ball always hangs lower when I am fighting a cold.”
Jack Tait rode down the long winding road and rode slowly.  no longer was he in a hurry.  a quieter more peaceful life seemed to be the answer for Jack the way chaos and fucking and sucking and drinking was once the answer.  Jack Tait hated people.  But Jack Tait also loved people.  a constant walking contradiction but a man who lived life.  unlike the peasants of society who didn’t live life.
“CHURCH IS DULL.  GAMES OF THRONES IS DULL.  WALKING DEAD IS DULL.  ORANGE IS THE NEW BLACK IS DULL.  MURDOCH MYSTERIES IS SUPER DULL.  CANADIANS ARE DULL.  AMERICANS ARE DULL.  SUPER HEROES ARE DULL.  SUPER HERO MOVIES ARE EVEN DULLER.  MANAGERS ARE DULL.  TEACHERS ARE DULL.  PRESIDENTS ARE DULL.  PRIME MINISTERS ARE DULL.  SECRETARIES ARE DULL.  IF THEY FUCKED ME THEN THEY ARE ONLY SEMI DULL.  COACHES ARE DULL.  SOME COACHES ARE DUMB.  SPORTS PARENTS ARE DULL.  SPORTS IS DULL.  MOVIES ARE SHIT.  MOVIES ARE DULL.  MUSIC IS SHIT.  MUSIC IS DULL…”
On and on it went for Jack Tait.  he was too unique and too interesting for such a dull society filled with dull rules and dull people.  he rode his tricycle around the country looking for fuck ups and misfits but there were none to be found.  all were locked up in penitentiaries and mental asylum’s.  real artists were dead.  fake artists were fucking duller than a fucking game of fucking Monopoly with a fucking teacher of banking.  dull shitty suits and dull shitty coffee filled the dull shitty air in the dull shitty town.
Jack Tait rode and rode but could no longer breathe.  he pulled over to the side of the road and puked.  one too many bottles of Rye sometimes coming back to haunt poor old Jack Tait.  the beer he could handle.  the Rye sometimes not.  BUT HE DRANK AND HE FUCKED AND HE SWORE AND HE FOUGHT AND HE JERKED OFF AND HE DID DRUGS AND HE ONCE SHIT ON HIS FRIENDS CARPET AND HE ONCE YELLED AT HIS MOM AND HE ONCE YELLED AT HIS DAUGHTER AND HE ONCE YELLED AT HIS WIFE AND HE HAS SEEN MANY FRIENDS DIE AND HE HAS SEEN HIS DAD DIE AND HIS NANA DIE AND HIS OTHER NANA DIE AND HE HAS WITNESSED HIS DAUGHTER BEING BORN AND HE HAS BEEN SICK AND HE HAS SEEN HIS MOM SICK.
Jack Tait wondered what happened to his youth.
Jack Tait also wondered if old people think about dying.  he wondered if they begin to count down the days.  the nights.  do they fear death?  do they look at old pictures and wish they had done more.  fucked more.  loved more.  travelled more.  do they wonder how quickly life went by.  twenty becoming sixty very quickly.  even with all the aches and pains do they still want to fuck?  does it become torturous as you age?  wanting to fuck but body not able to fuck.
life can be very dull.
lonely.
sad.
“FUCK EVERYONE AND DO IT MY WAY.”

I see people going ballistic over Meryl Streep’s speech last night.  I see people going ballistic over Donald Trump being elected.  I see people going ballistic over ISIS.  I see people going ballistic over Justin Trudeau.  I see people going ballistic over Hilary Clinton.  I see people going ballistic over celebrities dying.  I see people going ballistic over Kathleen Wynne.  I see people going ballistic over Brexit.  I see people going ballistic over Bernie Sanders and Barack Obama.
I see numerous fights, numerous hatred, and numerous “I AM RIGHT” opinions about people and the world and none of it really matters to me.
what matters to me is teaching my beautiful eleven yr old daughter how to be a strong women and to stand up for herself in what she believes in and to HOPE that I never get cancer.
who cares about Meryl Streep and Donald Trump?
WHY IS THERE NOT A CURE FOR CANCER!!!

our society is sick.  our society is sad.  our society is pathetic.  our society is dull.  our society is dumb. 
harsh words but real words. 
Hollywood is shit.  Hollywood is dull.  Hollywood is filled with narcissistic phonies pretending that they are artists but consistently delivering average dumb product.  garbage product.  artless product.  soulless product.  but product that continues to bring in billions and billions of dollars because we have a society filled with dumb people watching dumb movies and dumb tv.  but these same dummies then get on facebook and blast out opinions that are supposed to be intelligent and thought provoking and society changing.  but the problem is that the forum is filled with dull dumb sheep who haven’t read a book since finishing grade 12.  the banter back and forth is interesting for five minutes but then I realize that I have spent half an hour reading opinions from people who have not read a book since grade 12.  re-hashed opinions from their favourite news guru.  the left guru.  the right guru.  guru’s who are not guru’s but just regular guys with regular opinions that look for approval but approval for nothing.  nothing changes.  still the same useless corrupt governments.  still the same useless corrupt education system.  still the same useless corrupt cops.  useless corrupt lawyers.  useless corrupt bankers.  but don’t give me the argument that Trump is different and he will exact change on the good ole USA.  “WRONG!!!”.  he is another dull elitist looking to get his friends richer at the expense of the poor and less fortunate.  he is a disgusting man with zero heart and zero soul.  a dull man.  an egotistical man.  a man that would do anything…and I mean anything to further boost his image and his ego but do little to offer the world.  he is not a HUMAN being.  he is typical of many old rich white men from certain circles.  they believe they are elite.  they believe that they can do no wrong.  they believe their own lies while disregarding extensive research and opinions from brilliant minds across the globe.  PIGS.
Now onto Meryl Streep’s speech.  it was thoughtful.  it was passionate.  it was real…at times.  I didn’t like her criticizing the MMA (as much as I hate it) nor did I like her criticizing football (LOVE IT) because as far as I am concerned, both of these sports are better than the Hollywood drivel that comes out year in and year out.  the product is becoming duller by the year.  less controversial.  less meaningful.  less passionate.  less artistic.  instead of challenging the world we live in, Hollywood takes advantage of the unintelligent and puts out shitty movie after shitty movie with the same formula just different leading men and women and the masses go crazy for it.  worshipping average people with average minds and average souls.  celebrity worshippers of the worst kind.  Meryl Streep had a point.  TRUMP IS A MORON.  but she should have stopped there instead of talking about how Hollywood is looked upon to provide art and provide empathy for the everyday people.  Hollywood is rich.  Hollywood is big business.  Hollywood is successful in making many people money.  HOLLYWOOD IS NOT ART.  FUCK HOLLYWOOD AND IT’S SHITTY PRODUCT.  But I am NOT part of the problem as I do not support average work by average people searching for money and NOT searching for change, or searching for heart and soul.  why do we continue to go see such dull movies?  why do we not stop going?  why do we not force Hollywood to put out better product by not going.  But NO…we continue to support average work with more than average marketing.  we are a sick society.
we are a sick society.  we are supposed to be raising young girls to be powerful women but, instead,  we raise them to watch shitty Disney shows filled with fake BROADS and fake voices who do nothing but bully each other and criticize their looks and their outfits and the guys they are dating etc etc etc.  these same young girls then follow these dunces and begin wearing provocative outfits and begin posing with duck lips on Instagram and having all of their so called friends hit the “LIKE” button.  one big useless popularity contest.  the kids are not the problem the adults are.  you tell your daughters to empower themselves but you toss them in “dance” with other narcisstic brats wearing skimpy outfits and have them begging for attention.  useless MOMS with no lives of their own trying to teach their young daughter’s the way of the world but you can’t teach it if you just do not know about life.  travel.  read.  live.  exercise.  engage in debates.  learn.  constantly learn.  DO NOT SUPPORT FAKE SINGERS AND FAKE ACTORS WHO ARE PRETTY MUCH JUST WHORES WITH SOME CONNECTIONS.  these pigs offer up nothing to the world and yet you get your kids to watch them and revere them.  you allow them to scream for pansies like Justin Bieber and sluts like Kim Kardashian.  in fact you are screaming just as hard.  why do women fall for all the celebrity bullshit?  Not a rhetorical question but WHY?
inspire your kids.  inspire your kids.  inspire your kids.  stop feeding them useless celebrities singing about FUCKING NOTHING.  these little twerps then begin their own game of bullying at school criticizing people’s clothes and style meanwhile all of these twerps have clothes from Walmart.  fucking peasants.
I hate Hollywood.  I hate celebrities.  I hate fake actors.  I hate fake fucking parents.  I hate fake dancers with skimpy fake outfits and shitty make up on.  if you want to see real dance go to Harlem or the Bronx and watch REAL dancers not whitewashed prissy bullshit dancing.
we are a sick society.
we need REAL artists to guide the way but, unfortunately, most people I know are fake.