Nixon’s spirit will be with us for the rest of our lives–whether you’re me or Bill Clinton or you or Kurt Cobain or Bishop Tutu or Keith Richards or Amy Fisher or Boris Yeltsin’s daughter or your fiancee’s 16-year-old beer-drunk brother with his braided goatee and his whole life like a thundercloud out in front of him. This is not a generational thing. You don’t even have to know who Richard Nixon was to be a victim of his ugly, Nazi spirit.

He has poisoned our water forever. Nixon will be remembered as a classic case of a smart man shitting in his own nest. But he also shit in our nests, and that was the crime that history will burn on his memory like a brand. By disgracing and degrading the Presidency of the United States, by fleeing the White House like a diseased cur, Richard Nixon broke the heart of the American Dream.

And, here’s the track:

But, if you have the time and will to read the whole fucking thing, you can do that here.

Not so long ago, while doing my systematic channel surfing in my pointless attempt to find something worth watching, I stumbled upon some new commercial that seem, at least at the time, original and catchy. It promoted some sort of E-infested post-communism croissant, called 7 days. The spot was called “7 days in 60 seconds”. Here is the spot:

But than… guess what? A few days ago I was watching a movie from 2002, called “The rules of attraction”. Generally speaking, the movie is OK, worth watching. But, somewhere in this movie, there is a scene. It presents a summary of one of the characters European vacation. And I was thinking… why the fuck this seems so familiar to me? And than it struck me… it was the extended version of that fucking commercial. Due to the fact that fagot fucks use to disable incorporation of their YT videos, I had to upload it to my own channel. Here it is:

Counting this was a 2002 movie, it’s obvious where did the fucks who created the 7 days spot got that “sudden inspiration” I was talking about earlier.
But the most fucked-up thing is how many people consider that commercial “original”, all around the www forums and shit. Wake up fuckers! There’s no such thing as originality in advertising. We’ve been around for too long. And we think like sheep.

You know what? All that shouldn’t have happened. You shouldn’t have ever felt disappointed, deceived or hurt. The fact that you actually did is only your fault. Fucking irony, huh?

You now probably wondering how come. How come you carry the fault for something that someone else did to you? Or for something that out of nowhere happened to you?
I mean how the fuck could it be your fault? What have you done to deserve that?
Nothing. And still you did. You… expected. Expected more than you should have. You expected not to be disappointed, deceived or hurt. You put your expectations to high. You expected good things to happen.  You… hoped.  Big fucking mistake.

So, take this advice: expect nothing. If something good happens, great. If not, than your expectation actually matched reality. So why being sad?

…and now? I remember yesterday swearing as usual. The reason? Snow. To fucking much of it. And all in the wrong god dammed place. A 20 minute road to work turned in a 2 hours nightmare.  Angry people in their little 4 wheeled metal cans, summer tires in the wrong season, useless winter tires on the wrong fucking car. If you take a moment to analyze it’s quite funny. How pathetic are we, in our technological prides, fighting our way through  nature most basic creation. And losing kneed down.

And than I wonder… what happened? What happened from point A (childhood) to point B (now)? How come the thing that used to make me so happy back then gets to make me so angry now?
Growing up. Now that we aged we need money to survive. To make money we need to work. To work we need to travel . And how do we do that? Using the roads, of course. And how are we supposed to enjoy snow when the fucker blocks our only method of survival?

So winter,
I used to love you. Now I hate you.
So fuck you for making me hate.

How many times have you said to someone that you never want to see him/her again? How many times did you actually mean it? But what if your anger made wish would strangely come true and, seeing that someone even just for one last time  would be actually impossible? How would that make you fell, knowing it’s all gone?

Sad? Frustrated? Guilty?

Because life, my friend, among others, is so fragile that can end in a blink of an eye. Now you’re here – now you’re not. And guilt, well …guilt. Guilt is a feeling that can be very hard to bare, when it’s eternal. Things left unsaid forever can haunt you in a way a ghost could never even dare. And the only thing that you can hope is that you’ll have another chance to see that person. But this meeting will have to wait for a long time. Or, at least until you’ll reach the other side. And that’s just an one way ticket trip.

Life is what happens while we’re busy making other plans.

It can be good or bad. It can be sweet or bitter. It can last to much or end in a flash of an eye. It’s what we call life. A phenomenon that by it’s greatness makes all other things look microscopic.

Mayflies. One fucked up enigma life has to offer. The lifespan of an adult mayfly can vary from just 30 minutes to one day depending on the species. 30 minutes in our eyes, a lifetime in theirs. So than, what the fuck is life, after all?

Life is probably one of the most fragile things that we own. Today you may be alive and walking, tomorrow - dead, buried and hopefully – not walking.

But than, how come we let life pass by us so easy? How come we seem to care so little about time passing by while we stay there doing nothing?  Traffic, supermarket lines, post office lines, doctor lines, lines, lines and… lines. We always seem to wait for something; and while we’re busy doing that, life just flies by.

Love. Some would say it’s the opposite of hate. Some would say it’s the deepest thing ever felt. Some would say it’s just beautiful. All wrong.
The truth is no one knows exactly what love is.

Two people that like each other.  To people attracted to each other.  Two people spending more time together than usual. Two people fucking.

That’s it. Is that love? Fuck no.

…Than what is it? Why people need to be involved with someone? Why do we need another’s company?
Well, it seems  we’re social creatures. We need someone near us to feel good. To feel safe. We want to provide safe. We need to care about someone. We need something, but we have no fucking clue exactly what.

So then, we invented love. Because if we think we’re in love, all the crazy shit we pull out of pure jealousy, out of selfishness or just out of stupidity won’t seam so crazy anymore. Would be just facts done out of love. “He killed her because he loved her to much and could’n bare the thought of her being with someone else.” How many times you heard that?   Of course, he’ll still do jail and he’ll still be sodomized by his cell mates. But, in his psychotic mind, he’ll have an excuse for what he did. Love.  Ain’t that just fucked up?

Actually, love is self suggestion. We think we’re in love. Endorphins are released from our brain and we feel… well, good. So, one thing is right – it is chemistry after all. We keep saying to ourself  - “I’m in love. I’m in love”. And, when the time comes we say it out loud: “I love you.” And we expect to hear the same thing. If we don’t – we’re devastated. Fucking wierd, huh?

So, I’m sure I won’t convince all of you I’m right. Fuck, I couldn’t even convince myself I’m right. That’s one of the reasons I drink. The other one would be I don’t trust sleeping pills.