wind. rain. cold. dark. a remote farmhouse in the middle of nowhere. stillness. quietness. peaceful. beautiful. seemingly nothingness in a seemingly nothingness world. Jack Tait emerged from his fourteen hour binge of booze, drugs, women, and screaming. a calmness after severe chaos. “when will life ever change?” Jack thought as he looked outside at a barren field filled with ants and squirrels.
he walked to his dirty fridge and opened the dirty door. one lonely can of beer. Jack grabbed it and walked back to his shitty purple reclining chair and sat down. he opened the lonely beer and sat back looking up at his dirty ceiling. fourteen hours of chaos seemingly taking it’s toll on poor old Jack Tait. he sat in the same position for eight minutes and then drank his last remaining beer. he lifted up his left cheek and let out a smelly fart and then realized it was a smelly shit so he stumbled to the bathroom with his right hand holding his cheeks together. he sat on the dirty toilet and squeezed fourteen hours of debauchery out of his bum and into the dirty toilet. “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH…what a relief,” Jack screamed out in elation. he wiped his ass. flushed the dirty toilet and walked back to the purple reclining chair. sweat pouring off of his red face. he wanted to call his friends but they were all gone. tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock. life speeding up but Jack’s body slowing down. pounding head and a pounding heart. Jack decided that he needed fresh air so he splashed water on his face and walked out into the cold, damp, rainy weather and jumped onto his blue tricycle. he rode down his long lonely driveway and turned right. cars whizzing by. trucks whizzing by. the odd horn and the odd butterfly. life a moving paradox and Jack was part of it. dead but alive. alive but dead. out of shape and one testicle. out of work and out of love. smarter than most but unable to play the game. unable to conform in a sickeningly conformist world. Jack rode and rode. sweat pouring off of his ugly body. big bold signs which read Loblaws and smaller signs which read Woolrich Farms were filling Jack’s eyelines. also filling his brain. “MONEY. MONEY. MONEY…EVERYONE WANTS FUCKING MONEY AND THEY WANT IT FOR FUCKING PROVIDING ME WITH NOTHING BUT SHIT. SHIT. AND MORE SHIT. WE ARE MAGGOTTS RUNNING IN CIRCLES. ANTS RUNNING AROUND LIKE WHORES ON GLUE. KARDASHIANS. TRUMP. HARPER. SHOPPING CHANNELS FILLED WITH FUCKING GARBAGE THAT THE FUCKING PEASANTS ARE BUYING. WHAT A FUCKING DISGRACE THE HUMAN RACE IS. GREED. LAZINESS. NO BRAINED FUCKERS WITH BORING SLOGANS AND BORING ASSES. I WANT TO FUCK A MILLION GIRLS. NO BOYS. NO ANIMALS. FUCK THEM AND THEN DRINK WITH THEM AND THEN GO ON HIKES NAKED WITH THEM AND THEN FUCK THEM ALL IN THE CORNFIELDS WHILE THE SHEEP WALK AROUND WITH SHOES BOUGHT ON THE FUCKING SHOPPING CHANNEL.”
Jack Tait rode to the closest beer store which was eleven hours away and stood outside until some fat fucker with a pair of Crocs came out with shitty beer. he then pushed the fat fucker to the ground and grabbed his shitty beer. “GIVE ME MY BEER BACK YOU NAKED OLD SHIT”, the fat fucker said. “FUCK YOU FAT FUCKER”, Jack Tait screamed back. Jack jumped on his blue tricycle and began to ride away. he pedalled faster than he has ever pedalled before. he pedalled faster than when some old dried up cunt from England was trying to convince him that the Queen was actually relevant and important. “GOD FUCK THE QUEEN…THAT’S WHAT I SAY…GOD FUCK THE QUEEN.” peasants trying to rip people off constantly with fake shoes and fake smiles. fakes following other fakes while real people like Jack are smothered in diamonds. Jack continued to ride his tricycle down an ugly barren road and was almost home when a big Transport Truck pulled up alongside Jack. the window rolled down and a rifle came out. “GIVE ME MY BEER BACK YOU STUPID LITTLE FUCKER OR I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU!!!” Jack Tait looked up and saw SLOTH. another pig in a truck that makes too much fucking noise and not enough brain or emotion. “WHY DO WE HAVE SO MANY FUCKING DUMB PEOPLE IN OUR WORLD???” Jack thought to himself. as he thought gun shots were fired. one miss. two miss. three miss four.
“KILL ME YOU FAT FUCKER. I WANT YOU TO KILL ME!!!” and with that the truck was gone. Jack Tait still had his bad beer. his bad bike. his bad hair. and his bad life. the rains became heavier as Jack Tait opened his shitty front door and walked into his shitty farmhouse in the middle of nowhere. he flicked on the shitty lights and saw a baby girl. she was alone and crying. Jack Tait put his beer down and ran to the girl. he picked her up and held her tight. she instantly stopped crying. she was now silent. so was Jack. eleven hours later Jack Tait woke up. baby girl still on Jack’s hairy belly.
LOVE STILL CONQUERS ALL. AND IN THIS WORLD OF HATE AND GREED AND USELESS BORES WITH USELESS JOBS AND USELESS MINDS CONDITIONED TO FOLLOW AND CONDITIONED TO CONSUME, THE INNOCENCE OF A CHILD MAKES TIME STAND STILL.
Jack Tait closed his eyes again. so did his daughter.
Jack Tait rides in fear and rides in shame.
Jack Tait woke up again. after years of heavy drinking and heavy shitting he woke up with less anxiety and more hope. he felt hope was better than fear even though he still lived in his remote farmhouse in the middle of nowhere. saddled with guilt and saddled with shame. even saddled with love but saddled with pain. Jack Tait woke up and attempted to, once again, make something of his depressing life. sixty years of failure beginning to weigh on Jack’s shoulders he decided enough was enough and he rode his blue tricycle down to the local psychiatrist’s office. he wanted answers on his life. on his pain. he wanted connection and trust in a connectionless world. a trustless world. he knew he was smart. he knew he was talented. he even knew he was kind. he knew he was almost blind. a big heart and a big mind. a big mind riddled with fear. riddled with anxiety. Jack Tait was once a fucking machine. he was once a drinking machine. he was even, once, a very gifted athlete with a gifted future. but now he rides in fear and he rides in shame. he needs help and he finally acknowledges it. he doesn’t watch shit television like the rest of the sad souls but he is depressed nonetheless. he listens to bad music and watches beautiful leaves filled with beautiful colours flying aimlessly in the beautiful sky. he even rides his blue tricycle daily. a man searching for answers on his complicated life. life quickly passing him by. his former friends retiring while poor Jack Tait is looking for his career. his purpose in life. a one balled man fighting the tough fight but losing too often. life not standing still. it never does.
Jack Tait arrived at his psychiatrist’s office and jumped off of his blue tricycle. his one ball almost getting pinned up against the handlebars. he leaned his tricycle against the brown bricked building and slowly walked into Dr. Chiu’s office. he told the hot secretary that he had arrived even though he knew that she saw him arrive. he sat on a chair and looked around the room. he saw thirty one people waiting to see Dr. Chiu. all sad. all depressed. all hopeful for something better but all resigned to a world of pain and a world of shame. Jack Tait calmly stood up and walked out of the room and then screamed, “heeeeeeeeeeeeeelp Dad!!!!!!!!!!!! I need you to help me. I am lost. I am sad. I am bored. I am worried that my life will be considered a lost and wasteful life. I wish you didn’t die and that you were around to guide me…I have no direction. I never did. I thought that it would magically appear as I got older but it is getting worse. all I want to do is drink and fuck. what is wrong with me Dad? I miss you sooooooo much. Can you hear me or no? Is it all just a lie Dad? Bye…your son…I was once your son. I never have made you proud. Bye Dad.” Jack quickly jumped on his tricycle and rode home. he rode past McDonald’s. he rode past Starbuck’s. He even rode past A&W. he was once a kid with hopes and dreams but he is now a man who rides in fear and rides in shame. a sixty year old man wanting life to be better and doing all he can but his brain just will not cooperate. a once happy man. now a sad man with wrinkles and a purple tongue. Jack Tait rode and rode and rode and did not stop until his brain slowed down. he ended up in Tuscon, Arizona with a new friend. well…an old friend who he missed very much through his twenties, thirties, forties, and fifties but has now found. “I missed you Wayne. we had lots of great times together. glad we re-connected.” and with that Jack Tait was happy again. Life renewed. human connection always winning out over self help books and fake caring psychiatrists. Jack Tait is still guilt, shame, and anxiety ridden but he found a long lost friend and that has put a smile on his weather beaten face.
Moral of the story…connect with human beings. we all want love and we all want acceptance.
the other moral…LIFE IS SHORT.
love is better than hate.
September 27th, 2015. Sunday afternoon. sunny. warm. beautiful day in a beautiful world. everything seemingly beautiful even when it is shitty. life filled with it’s ups and filled with it’s downs. minor setbacks followed by major triumphs and love is still the most important thing in this world.
A mini-van filled with six people drive carefully down a quiet suburban road out in the middle of nowhere. music playing. kids playing. kids laughing. kids singing then BOOM. CHAOS. DARKNESS. SCREAMS TURNING TO YELPS. HORROR. REAL HORROR. DEVASTATION. REAL DEVASTATION. REAL PEOPLE. REAL EMOTIONS. REAL PAIN. EVERYTHING REAL. September 27th, 2015. CRASH. DEATH. KIDS. GRANDPARENTS. PARENTS. UPCOMING WEDDINGS. STAG. DRINKING AND DRIVING. LIFE OVER.
in a split second life taking a major turn for the worse. a tragic turn for the worse. young lives ended and older lives left to wonder why? why me? why my kids? why did this person decide to drive drunk when he could have called a cab? he could have called a friend. he could have called a limo. why did his friends let him drive? many questions not yet answered. a tragic event that has left, at least, two families shattered. in a split second life has ended for everyone involved. why? why? why?
how does the family of the dead children move on? how does the family of the drunk driver move on? how does his fiancé move on? how do his parents move on? so many questions and very few answers. everyone on facebook calling for the “head” of the drunk driver not realizing that the same people who are now judging this man have all got behind a wheel drunk themselves. hypocrites in a hypocritical world. the same judgemental people calling for the “head” of this drunk driver give extreme empathy to celebrities who kill themselves because they have a disease (drugs/alcohol etc) and cannot help themselves nor save themselves. WE ARE LIKE SAVAGES. we pretend we are religious but then do not show empathy. we decide who gets our empathy and who gets our wrath. we are puppets. we are sheep. we are all troubled trying to make it in this world and rather than supporting we knock each other down. one by one. all so our precious lives feel better. feel more safe. feel more complete. feel more relevant.
September 27th, 2015 a tragic accident occurred. a tragic accident that was unnecessary. a young man who seemingly had everything decided to risk his life and others lives when he chose to get behind the wheel of his SUV drunk. he lost and unfortunately so did another family. life wiped out in an instant. I sit and cry for the poor children. the poor grandparents. the poor parents who have lost their everything. but I also cry for the poor young man who made the tragic error and tragic mistake of getting behind the wheel of his SUV drunk. I cry for his parents. I cry for his family. I cry for everyone involved as it is such a devastating event that you wonder if anyone will really survive this event.
life is absolutely wonderful in all of it’s ups and all of it’s downs but life can be devastating as well.
this might be the perfect time to sit back and wonder what is important. what is meaningful. what is worth fighting for. family. love. nature. good music. good conversation.
as much as everyone wants to believe the young man who killed four innocent people is a monster I beg to differ. he is a human being just like us who made a terrible and tragic mistake. I am saddened for everyone involved. EVERYONE…I DO NOT PICK AND CHOOSE.
life…it can end in an instant.
love is better than hate.
Jack Tait is too aware in an unaware society.
Jack Tait drank a beer and sat back and looked up at the sky. it was cloudy. it was dark. it was dull. almost as dull as the maggots and puppets who ran the world. he knew that he no longer fit in this world but he had a wife and daughter to take care of in this world.. life getting harder by the day. the lies of society finally being exposed but was Jack the only human who recognized the lies? the deception?
“THE WORLD IS FULL OF RICH WHITE FOLKS. DULL POOR FOLKS. ANGRY IMMIGRANTS. COMPLACENT IMMIGRANTS. COMPLACENT WHITE POOR FOLKS. DIRTY POLITICIANS. FAKE ACTIVISTS AND POLITE DULL ASSHOLES WHO ALLOW THE LIES AND DECEPTION TO CONTINUE!!!”
Jack Tait finished his beer and walked down the long barren driveway. he normally rode his bike but there were now rules on drinking and driving even for bicycles. the rules were only intended for immigrants but Jack Tait was an immigrant to the police and politicians because he had long hair and a long bushy beard with no clothes. he didn’t wear khaki pants and a golf shirt with parted hair and a mini beer belly. life rewarding the average constantly while Jack with a brain and something to say walked nakedly along the average road in the average town of Oville. Jack Tait walked and talked. he screamed and then dreamed. he dreamed of a better life. a life that was once filled with real people and real movies. real music and real jobs. real roads and real teachers. real activists and real heroes. Jack Tait smiled. his one nut scraping the side of the sidewalk. Jack Tait did not scream in pain. he had finally succumbed to the disease of NUMBNESS that our politicians have strove to teach us. to brainwash us. to smash us down as far as we can go so we do not think about how pathetic our country really is. how it was once a thriving country filled with thriving and passionate people but has now sunk into the depths of nothingness. pathetic television. pathetic movies. pathetic music. pathetic theatre. pathetic malls and pathetic politicians with no balls continue to lead our once important country. our once vibrant country.
Jack Tait continued to walk. even he did not know where he was going but he knew one thing. “I HAVE BEEN LIED TO MY WHOLE LIFE. OUR SOCIETY IS FILLED WITH LIARS WHO PREACH THE LIE TO KEEP THEM ON TOP WHILE OFFERING NOTHING. THEY ALSO LIE TO KEEP THE SMART PEOPLE WITH A BRAIN ON THE BOTTOM. THE PEOPLE WHO HAVE THINGS TO OFFER ARE GAGGED AND TORTURED. LIFE WEARING THEM DOWN WHILE AVERAGE DULL MAGGOTS WHO LISTEN TO DRAKE AND PHARREL DRINK CHAMPAGNE AND EAT CAVIAR OFF THE NAKED BODIES OF THE WHORES AND THE SECRETARIES!!!”
Jack Tait walked by the beer store but the beer store now only offered piss in a can with a Molson Canadian label on the front of it. he then walked by the liquor store and it only offered bad grape juice with a label that read, Jackson Triggs. He then walked downtown and saw Kentucky Fried Chicken. Pizza Pizza. McDonald’s. Burger King. Taco Bell. A police station. A Midas Muffler and forty three Tim Horton’s Coffee Shops which also double for Sandwich and Soup Shops.
Jack Tait began to scream, “HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLP!!!”
“SOMEBODY HELP ME. I HAVE LOST MY WAY. I AM BAD. I AM EVIL. I AM WRONG TO SPEAK MY TRUTH. I DID NOT REALIZE THAT YOU WERE RIGHT AND I WAS WRONG. I NOW REALIZE THAT MCDONALD’S IS HEALTHY AND KEEPING UP WITH THE KARDASHIANS IS A GOOD SHOW AND STEPHEN HARPER IS NOT A LYING GREEDY MAGGOT WHO CARES ONLY ABOUT HIMSELF AND HIS RICH EMPIRE. I NOW REALIZE THAT DRAKE HAS SOMETHING TO SAY AS DOES MARY POPPINS AND ALL OF THE CRITICS TOO. EVEN TRANSFORMERS HAS SO MUCH TO TEACH US ALL. I AM SORRY GOD. I AM SORRY JESUS. YOU ARE MY SAVIOUR EVEN THOUGH THE WORLD IS FILLED WITH EVIL PEOPLE WHO GET AHEAD AND TORTURED POOR SOULS WHO DIE OF STARVATION. IF I PRAY YOU WILL ANSWER.”
Jack Tait turned around and walked back home. his sixty minutes of sunshine was enough due to his skin cancer and failing heart. he accomplished nothing today. but he accomplished nothing yesterday either. he also accomplished nothing the day before. just another dull day in another dull town which is in another dull country. everything dull to Jack. and Jack Tait is right. he knows that everyone else is wrong. he also knows that he will soon die. Jack Tait is too aware in an unaware society.
I AM NOT RACIST.
our system in North America is broken. it is broken and has been broken for many years. we sit back and watch garbage television. garbage movies. we listen to garbage music and eat garbage food. it appears that we have lost our taste for anything good and look for anything average to go to bed with. we have no culture. we have no fire. we have no passion. we sit back and watch evil rich white men like Stephen Harper ruin what was once a peace loving respected country. but we also sit back and watch a seemingly intelligent black man in President Obama run his country into the ground. there is more military involvement under Obama than under George W Bush. I once thought President Obama was going to come in a fix everything that ailed America. Racism and run down inner cities. fix the ancient healthcare system and fix the economy. But nothing has happened. nothing has changed. the rich continue to get richer all at the expense of the poor which was once just the poor but now has encapsulated the middle class as well. Bill C51 is passed by Harper and we hardly bat an eye. this government has been a colossal failure but this dictator actually has a chance to continue to run our once loved country. I see more and more people losing their jobs. more and more businesses closing down. more and more struggles and less and less happiness. we need major change but where does it begin? how can we change what is happening? In other countries around the world there would have been a revolution by now. but a revolution seems impossible here. why is that? are we that dumb? are we that complacent? do we still believe in the American Dream even though the dream was dead many years ago. Facebook has proven that we are followers and as followers we get taken for fools day after day. year after year. decade after decade. we need to join together and fight the evil powers that pretend to be our friends but in fact are literally trying to kill us and our families. WAKE UP CANADA. WAKE UP AMERICA. we, less than rich types, need to join together to fight the brutal oppressive system that is in place. FIGHT. FIGHT. FIGHT. make life changing choices. do not sit back and allow the evil rich leaders of this world to fuck us over anymore. become knowledgeable. do not follow CNN and think you are getting facts. you are getting what “they” want you to see. what “they” want you to hear. but “they” do not care about you. you are a cog in their money making machine. we can fight but we have to fight in numbers. it is the only way. the only way through this mess. FIGHT THE POWERS THAT BE.
is there racism in the US and other places? yes. what are we going to do about it? we can blame whites. we can blame blacks. we can blame Muslims. We can blame the Chinese. we can even blame the Native Indians. the blame game should be abolished. it doesn’t help. it keeps us apart and fighting each other instead of joining forces and realizing the rich govt’s/corporations FUCK US ALL. when it comes to their money and their greed they do not discriminate against black anymore than they discriminate against Indians or white’s. they want to FUCK US ALL. It is a class war now. a major class war and the old rich (white or black) folks who benefit from the shitty rules. shitty govt’s. shitty laws… do not want us to see what is going on. they would rather see us arguing over racism and sexism and shitty award shows and shitty sports teams. shitty food. shitty music. shitty television. shitty billboards with plastic people and plastic hearts are all distractions from the truth. the governments have us believe that the world is filled with evil Muslim terrorists that are going to kill you if you leave your house and go for an ice cream but they don’t give a shit about all the pollutants in the air, ground, and sea from rich corporations that get away with murder…literally. why have cigarettes not been BANNED??? they cause death. more deaths than all the terrorist attacks combined but they are still legal. WHY??? and just what is ISIS fighting for anyway? the media channels that are run by rich corporations never tells us what they are fighting for. is it that the evil Empire is bombing innocent people in their countries on a daily basis? maybe. but we will never be allowed to hear or see the truth. we have been fooled for much too long.
I think it is time to stop the racist cries from Blacks, Indians, Muslims and actually join forces with all like minded people of all races and fight the real culprits at play. the old rich corporate “whiteblackMuslimSaudiIndian” dictators that are running this world.
Disclaimer…I am not saying that racism does not exist anymore. Obviously the amount of young black men killed by cops is alarming. racism of any form is sickening and disgusting but I am getting sick of defending myself against being a racist just because I am white. oh and by the way, contrary to what some people believe, you CAN be racist if you are black. Racism equals ignorance and there is no discrimination when it comes to ignorance. we have sickening dumb people in all shapes and colours all over this beautiful world.
my hope is that like minded people of all races join forces to stamp out the rich corporate system that is in place and keeps us ALL down. but blaming all whites for racism definitely will not help. this is as bad as saying all blacks are criminals. it is disrespectful. rude. lazy. and racist.
as Public Enemy once said, “FIGHT THE POWERS THAT BE.”
notanotherphony. 