Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Utopia, Who Needs Ya

Newsweek seems bent on redefining America as a nation of disbelief — or of secular belief (made in one’s own image and likeness) — while hoping earnestly America will retain its moral character.

The Constitution doesn't exist in California where the men are dead and the women are torn. Predators at every turn when you try and stay off their radar there's really no way out it's only a matter of time, you're better off slashing your own wrist to escape the grinder bursting through gore and flesh. And of course the machine, fueled by the craven consumption of innocence would have it no other way, the seething death to America.

I'm not a human being, I'm a house pet, a beaten dog, a slave infesting the underfunded state vending machine eager to put out for a cheap and careless coin. Born into service for the greater good of all the Chicano race. Everyone so wonderful each defined by their own perceptions striving for life encased by paranoid delusion begging to be raped into tragedy, so naively adjusted to the needs of their wealthy genetic superiors, INGSOC for life, death to America.

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