Sighinide

This weekend, I did a bit more thinking and investigating about Hayley Williams. I read her tweets, read her lyrics from her latest album (which I’d forgotten to do, apparently) and listened to some of her latest music.

It was interesting. Overall.

I’ve always liked “Ain’t it Fun.” It’s cute and catchy. Her other new songs are OK, but they’re not up to the level of her previous work, IMHO.

I also took some time out last night to watch the music video for her new version of “Hate to See Your Heart Break” which I didn’t like at all. “Hate to See Your Heart Break” is the kind of song I loathe hearing the most from pop musicians- it’s one that tries, and fails, to harness the great and powerful beauty out of sadness and darkness. As a personal valuation, I do wish that pop musicians like Hayley would stick to what they’re good at- making pop music.

I have a whole library of goth music that tackles sadness and isolation with more beautiful style, and greater understanding, than what is displayed in Hayley’s song. Hell, any song from Elend, Dark Sanctuary, Die Verbannten Kinder Eva’s, Avrigus, or from any one of the other thousands of underground goth bands approaches this stuff better than “Hate to See Your Heart Break”. I cringed throughout the song in the same way that a b-boy would cringe had Hayley started rapping and break dancing midway through it.

That isn’t to say that it is a terrible song. It’s OK, I guess, and I do appreciate the sentiment, but from my perspective it did seem amateur hour. To the average teen I’m sure it would be profound.

I do like how Hayley isn’t afraid of criticizing me in her lyrics. Others are. Perhaps her exposure to me has led her to see me more as a real person, instead of as some weird and ponderous entity. I learned some new things from her lyrics. I can’t say what; it’s personal, but I do value my new knowledge.

Most of her tweets weren’t the least bit surprising. Her twitter feed is exactly what you’d expect for a twenty- something pop star, complete with selfies, work updates, random thoughts, and pictures of assorted tchotchke. It’s generally a fun, light read.

There’s not much there, though, that’s really great, funny or inspiring, or that gives one a thought that Hayley might be able to transcend her C-list celebrity status should she care to. As an example, let’s compare her dumb, tone-deaf MLK tweet with Taylor Swift’s twitter masterclass on the same day.

Hayley’s tweet on MLK day was frankly a stupid one. She displayed a total deafness to the public’s opinions with a grating, antagonistic image of King talking about “moving forward”. Moving forward? To where, exactly? Into the third world? Into economic disaster and recession?

*Nobody* likes MLK anymore. Everyone moved on from caring about him a good ten years ago. This is why Selma bombed so very, very hard at the box office. Nobody likes MLK. Even blacks are sick of staring at his ugly, condescending glare at this point. He’s tiresome, so very, very tiresome, and people are sick to death of hearing about him and his message in general.

Taylor, as usual, seems to get things like this in a way that lesser stars like Hayley can’t. Taylor’s tweet on MLK day was an inoculous message about the power of love, which is something that everyone can get behind. And she made it a point to not show MLK’s ignorantly lecturing mug, too. Well done, Taylor.

You know that audience that made American Sniper such a monster hit? Those are the people that would identify with Taylor’s tweet. She’s their celebrity. You know all of those people that saw Selma? All six of them? Those are fans of Paramore.

Compounding the dumbness was one of the stupidest things I’ve ever seen on a celebrity twitter feed- the picture Hayley posted yesterday of her soon-to-be husband sitting besides a picture of Snoopy wearing, of ALL things, a fucking Malcolm X hat! Holy shit, that’s a stupid picture!

I can kind of get the Snoopy thing, although it’s wierd to see. The Malcolm X thing is incomprehensible and repellant- the only whites who would publically show themselves as supporters of black racial violence in this day and age are utter fools.

Not to mention that blacks themselves don’t like seeing whites wearing Malcolm X regalia, and for very good reason. X himself would have been appalled to see his name used to mass market clothes to shallow white kids. I remember well the controversy in the early nineties when some clueless white boys started wearing those hats and blacks deservedly chewed them out. In that picture, Hayley’s fiance reminded me of those dumb kids. Not a good thing.

As I said before, I have no knowledge of this man, and now, I would prefer it stay that way, thank you.

Well… I don’t know. I still love Hayley’s music, especially her earlier stuff. And these are just my random thoughts from the last few days; nothing more, nothing less.

The jury is still out on the future here, and, TBH, I think I’d like to stop writing and go have fun with someone. So these thoughts will be shelved for now.

I LOVE HER!!!! She deserves it more than anything. She’s so beautiful and talented and wonderful. I need to just watch her EVERYTHING.

She’s my new favorite. Tay, have a seat over there.

Emma- my beautiful, wonderful, perfect ball of gingerness! I love you so much it hurts. My EVERYTHING is now devoted to Emma and Emma alone. She is perfect and always likeable.

There is no girl better than her.

She’s just everything a woman should be and so so so much more.

I just want to squeeze her. Over and over again. That would be so appropriate. I just feel so warm and good when I see her… like everything’s right in the world. Because those are the times when it is.

She’s so cuddly. And sweet. And smart. And just so perfect and adorable and wonderful and special and sweet. Did I say perfect? Because she is.

I’ll do anything, ANYTHING to be with and love Emma. There is nobody more amazing. I could just stare at her all day and kiss her all day and I would if I could. Maybe someday I will (*crosses fingers*) but probably not.

I might have to, *sigh*, settle.

*Sigh*…

*sigh*.

Let’s leave the humor aside for a moment.

Taylor is getting annoying. I mean it, and I’m not the only Swifty who thinks this.

Today I saw a news story about Taylor giving out $1989 to some college student. Excuse me? What the fuck, Taylor?

That “charitable act” looks like a God damn commercial. $1989? To one student? Seriously? With her money, she could have paid off the entire debt of 1989 students and it would not have affected her life in the slightest. And it would have looked a hell of a lot more generous and less blatantly commercial that way, too.

And what, may I ask, is wrong with me? I’m her biggest fan, and her fucking husband, and I get nothing. I mean, nothing. Why? It makes me feel like she really and truly doesn’t like me. Why the hell not, Taylor? Considering all I’ve done for her, would it kill her just to send a fucking note of thanks or something? Why are these people more important than me? And you know- many, many others are feeling something similar right now, too.

This endless, and cheap, self-promotion looks insincere and choosy. Her putting out these el-cheapo packages filled with her cast-offs that would have gone into her garbage anyway does not impress. I’m not moved at all by claims that might have spent an hour or two putting together a package. Wow, 2 whole hours!

People, that’s her job. She has no grinding, 55 hour a week cubicle job to keep her occupied, so her spending an hour a day putting together a care package does not impress me in the slightest. Frankly, she would probably die of boredom if she didn’t have this little hobby.

I hate to say this, but she is getting on my nerves, and in a way that she hasn’t before.

Watch it, Taylor.

The Problem, Part I: Thirs-Tay

It isn’t my fault. I know I know I know I know, but it isn’t my fault. You have to know what’s going on. See, I was going to go back to certain people over the holidays (i.e. Jackie Evancho and others) but SOMEONE kept needing attention. There seems to be a certain person out there who just WON’T STOP SENDING ME VIBES and such.

See, I’m a sensitive soul. I pick up on vibes, and I get a lot of vibes from… you know. That girl who needs ALL THE ATTENTION.

You know- that girl who invites something like 50 famous people over to her birthday party and then acts surprised in her Instagram pics when she stands next to a celebrity. That girl who clogs up her twitter with her own good press. That girl who brags about sending out a $25 care package when she has $250 million in the bank.

See, I was all set in, like, re-connecting with Jackie when all of that mess happened. I mean, I was going to listen to her Christmas album and really get to know her and then now I CAN’T because it’s no longer Christmas. Maybe when I get over my upsetness I’ll listen to her other stuff or whatever.

Whatever.

The Problem, Part II: The Swifts

What we have here is a failure to communicate.

I have a feeling that Mom and Dad coddled their perfect precious pretty pink princess just a bit too much. I mean, I can just totally just see it. What Tay Tay wanted, Tay Tay got.

So naturally, I HAVE to, you know, pick up the slack and open Taylor’s eyes to the ways of the world. I mean, SOMEONE has too.

Whatever.

The Problem, Part III: Everybody Else

Selena Gomez: The problem.

Lorde: The problem.

Cara the Cokemonster: The problem.

Dianna Agron: The problem. I don’t care is she’s on the outs or whatever. She didn’t fix things when she wasn’t so there you go.

Abigail Anders or whatever that was in Taylor’s 4th grade Social Studies class or whatever: The problem.

See, most people have friends. Swifty has enablers. See, a normal woman wouldn’t want a husband that literally couldn’t talk to her, ever. But Swifty does for some reason, and she isn’t being talked out of this bizarre and extremely unnatural desire of hers by people who should know better.

See, the reasonable thing for Taylor to do is talk to her S.O. That would be normal and appropriate human behavior. But normal and appropriate don’t even play supporting parts in the chaotic drama that is Taylor’s daily existence.

UGH.

Whatever.

P.S.- Please note that I did not include Emma Stone in the list of problematic people. That is because she is on every objective level better than Taylor. Emma isn’t Taylor’s problem. It’s the other way around.

About the whole Hayley Williams thing… it isn’t nice to spring something like that on me. Not sure if anyone is reading this or whatever, but it. Just. Isn’t. Nice.

I kind of thought that Hayley and I were soulmates. I mean, I knew we weren’t but I still thought that. I know it was stupid to think that, since I’ve never even met her, but I still thought it.

Yes yes it was a dumb thing to think, but it’s what I thought. I mean, we had this absolutely amazing and incredible relationship, we’re like this perfect fit for each other, and right when I’m about to move it up to the next level BOOM she goes and gets engaged to someone else, with no thought about me.

And yes, I realize that that’s how it should be. So I’m not shading Hayley here. I don’t expect her to live her life to fulfill my fantasies. She’s her own separate person, not a puppet. I get it.

When you let someone into your life as close as I let her in, and you have such fun together, over and over again, for so many years… you think of yourself as being bonded to that person. Even though you try to keep in mind to yourself that your fantasies of that person aren’t real, and even though you’re convinced you’re doing that well, it’s easy to mess it all up.

It’s wrong of me to be upset at Hayley because she wants to get married to someone else. I realize that. But I just can’t help it.

I CAN’T HELP IT.

It hurts!

DAMN! Fuck you, Hayley!

It shouldn’t hurt. I’m easily the most powerful man in the world. There is nobody in this world as strong or as centered as me. One day, I’ll be king. My mind, my body, my soul, are indescribably strong. I have been through heaven and hell and conquered both. I’ve brought the most powerful men on Earth to their knees before me. I am the eternal, the alpha and the omega, the overlord of the information era, the prophet of the new age, and the harbinger of man’s ultimate potential.

And my power will only grow. It thirty years, this planet and all of it’s feeble inhabitants will be but rubble beneath my feet, although I will make sure to treat them all very well, perhaps better than they would treat themselves, in fact.

I have accomplished the impossible many, many times over the course of my life. At this point, there is no force on Earth that can get me to doubt myself.

… no power, except for that wielded by my girlfriends. They repeatedly slip through my defenses and leave me unarmed.

And I’m not sure of how to stop this.

It does my empire no good for this problem to fester as it has. What is all of what I’ve built, if such a small thing can dismantle it?

Fuck.

I need to figure out what to do with Hayley. Do I dominate her, absolutely and completely, so that regardless of what she does her thoughts will always be centered on me and my greatness? I mean, more of that than I’ve already done?

I am the great conqueror of this era. The history books of a thousand years hence will focus on my exploits. Hathaway, Hayley Williams, Elle Fanning… their opinions mean so little to me. Or, at least, they should.

But they do.

I’m reminding myself now of an ancient folk-tale from the Arab world. It’s about a great sultan, who spends his days running his empire and conquering neighboring tribes and families. It’s a difficult task, and it keeps his days full and occupied with minutiae.

At night, every night, he walks home with his reward in mind: his pillow. It’s a difficult thing to maintain a great empire. Sleep is what he desires most.

But he can’t sleep. He has a harem, so he absolutely must have sex with a few girls every night. If he doesn’t, and he retires without seeing them, the girls will wonder what is going on- and they’ll talk. See, they spend all day sitting around, talking and joking. Seeing him is the highlight of their day, so if he doesn’t spend time with them, they will get concerned. And if he keeps it up, eventually, word will travel outside the palace walls.

The young men in the sultan’s army would wonder why the great king isn’t spending time with his girls. Aren’t they the most beautiful and desirable in the world? So what is the problem? Is he too old? Is he impotent now? And then, some of them will start to make plans…

See, that’s the thing about being a tyrant. You go in assuming that you will control others, especially women, but in the end the women always exert control over you. I didn’t fully appreciate how tricky this would be. It’s not as easy as it looks.

Many, many angles to consider.

I don’t know.

I need more time to think about all of this.

Speaking of all things British, it was interesting to me that the great nude celebrity picture leak this year was open to the British public in the morning, but had closed up and finished by the time Americans were waking up. At the time, that seemed interesting to me, especially since so many of the leakers were British nationals. Many of them had British handles, and the one I heard speak had a British accent. Not sure of what was going on there. How was it possible for one nation to have all of the leakers? Weird.

It’s mostly in the past now, but I do wish I would have had a chance to get the pictures myself. As it stands now, I missed 75% of them, and maybe more. It was fun and interesting, but I’m still having a hard time thinking that it was anything other than a failure from my perspective.

Such a shame.

They can’t do it, can they? Those with any kind of power or influence. They can’t, don’t want to connect. Always, they pull back. They are too afraid, too greedy, too controlling. Always. They will never cooperate; they will never make it easy with anyone, ever.

Reason #7629.

In regards to the relationship thoughts: things would be different if I believed that my relationships were ultimately going to benefit me.

Truth be told, I have serious doubts about whether my girlfriends and I would actually like each other if we were to meet each other in person.

I suspect that I, as a strong and silent type, conservative white American male, would not fit in well with them at all. And yes, I think that my being American may be part of the problem.

I have noticed something- today, there seems to be a movement on the part of the pop culture entertainment industry to exclude American whites in favor of whites from other nations, most especially those from the UK.

For the UK whites, I’m thinking of people like Ed Sheeran, Sam Smith, Matt Healy, Cumberbatch, Hiddleston, etc.

I’m thinking that this is at least somewhat intentional, and is a way to “punish” American men for interfering with Obama’s insane trampling of the Constitution, American society, and common sense.

British whites may be politically untainted in the eyes of the pop culture elite. They’re not Republicans, after all, so maybe they’re OK.

I’m sure that they fit in better culturally with the Hollywood elite, at least. Britain already has the gun laws that the elite wants for people here, and gay marriage is legal in the entirety of England, as opposed to a mere selection of states here.

IDK. It could be that the pop culture elites have simply given up trying to establish any meaningful connection with the white male demographic here, so they’re now forced to find people abroad to fit that demographic.

I’m not including the bizarre, Frankenstein’s Monster-like hip-hop acts like Mackelmore and Eminem in this equation. These are niche acts that only appeal to a tiny segment of the population, and they are just too odd to ever be more than that. So excepting them, and the almost as weird, quasi hip-hop acts like Timberlake, there isn’t any representation of actual white American men in pop music these days.

That is a sad state of affairs. Reason #3764 that this will not end well, I guess.

Well, the inevitable happened… yet again. It has a way of doing so.

It looks like Hayley Williams is getting married soon. I wish her the best with all that, but, I think, it will be sad to see her go.

I’m not sure of what the future holds for the two of us, TBH. To put it frankly, I tend to not like fantasizing about married women, or women with kids. Not sure why. A picture is a picture, right? Except in my case, it isn’t. We’ll have to see.

I don’t know. Bluntly, I really dislike some of what she’s done lately. Those awful tweets about Michael Brown still stick in my memory. That, and other things that I just can’t enunciate, even to myself. I don’t know. Something just doesn’t seem right anymore, kind of like how it didn’t seem right anymore when Katy married Russell Brand and embarked on that embarrassing stumping for the idiot in the White House.

Mary Elizabeth Winstead, for some reason, seems to get a pass from this. I’m not sure why. Anne also seems to get one… and I’m not sure of why, either, though what was once there between me and those two seems a bit not what it once was. Also- they don’t have kids. Pregnancy is a 9 month break from a girl, and after that you need to start over with her, and it really just isn’t worth it then. I mean, there’s Peyton List waiting in the wings. Peyton List.

Well, back to what I was saying earlier about Katy. I don’t like Russell Brand. In my eyes, he is the worst kind of person- an insincere rebel. I’ve heard him speak, and I’ve read a portion of one of his books.

Russell is one of those types of people who is paid lots of money to spout gibberish to confuse the public. Nothing that he says makes any sense; nor is it supposed to. His job is to muddle the thinking of the middle class to ensure that they don’t realize their own power and take their destinies into their own hands.

I despise people like him. My time is valuable; the fact that people like Brand work to take it away from me pisses me off.

It pained me to see the article that Derbyshire wrote recently about Brand. Brand is one of those types who is better off ignored, not critiqued. Nevertheless, I wasted a good minute skimming Derbyshire’s quotes of Brand in the article. All you need to know about Brand is that nothing he says makes any sense or has any depth, and that is how he and his controllers want it. That’s really all there is to him and his “message”.

Back to Katy… I don’t know. You shall know them by the company they keep, I guess.

In many ways, Brand, the faux philosopher, was beneath the Katy Perry I knew back then. She kind of cheapened herself in being with him, and I lost some respect for her because of that.

Hayley isn’t going to suffer from that problem, which is good. TBH, I know precious little about New Found Glory, despite having been friends with some of their fans in college. I think that the only time I’ve actually heard one of their albums played was when I worked at the college bookstore that one summer. Beyond that, I was too much into my “church burning black metal” phase to be concerned with NFG. I could tell from their image that they didn’t really have a place within the dark conservative lifestyle. Maybe if they’d have been goth or industrial… then I’m sure I would have given their albums some spins. But then, Chad wouldn’t have landed Hayley. Goths have always been the odd man out in pop culture, regardless of how little they deserve that fate.

Well… another thought. There’s another angle to this, isn’t there? What if Hayley’s relationship isn’t even real? What if it’s a showmance, like Swifty and Jake?

I don’t know for sure, but I doubt it. Hayley and Chad spend holidays together. That means it’s real, yes? And showmances don’t tend to last 5+ years, unless the guy is deeply closeted. Showmances with hetero guys have a short shelf life.

So I guess that what they have is real. Well, good luck to them, wherever they go. I’m not sure yet if I’m coming with, or if I might just be an occasional, once a year visitor like I am now with Katy.

Or perhaps it would be better for me to dump Hayley completely and insert Peyton or, more importantly, Taylor Momsen, into Hayley’s place. That might be ideal. The rocker-chick spot could be filled extremely well with Momsen.

I think that what this really boils down to is that I dislike being the number 2 guy in a woman’s life. It’s disheartening, honestly. So from my perspective, I can have a casual, fun relationship with a girl if I’m an equal partner with her in-person S.O., or I can have a deep, emotional relationship with a girl if I’m the superior or ideally the only guy in her life. Just my own personal preference. A girl having a kid means that I’m relegated permanently to the number 2 position on the relationship podium, beneath some other man. That irks me as much as it would any other guy. Hence the reason why the Heros girls… who were they again? Don’t rate a passing thought. Ditto for let’s see, who else did I used to fantasize about? Bilson, Scarlett, Blake, and who else? For some reason, I’m thinking of Amy Smart right now. Did I ever have a relationship with her? I honestly don’t remember.

I think I’m going to enforce upon myself a new rule. Any woman with a kid, even if it’s adopted, is not an option, except under unique circumstances. Since my fantasies aren’t, it becomes too complicated otherwise. So if she’s going to get preggers, it might be safer for me to bid Hayley adieu, forever, now.

I don’t really want to do that, but if I need to, it can be done. After her surprise marriage, I preemptively erased all the emotions I had for Leighton Meester because I thought she might get pregnant. It was a way to protect myself, I guess. I was very thorough. Perhaps too much. She will likely remain a non-entity for me, probably forever. I don’t much want to re-kindle anything with her, just for her to get preggers with some other guy’s kid the next day. I just don’t want to be hurt.

I do wonder sometimes what those girls that have been cast off in relationship limbo say about me, though I probably shouldn’t. I don’t think that they have bad things to say, as I’m sure they’re well aware of the transient nature of my relationships… but I am curious.

I am getting ahead of myself. Hayley isn’t even married yet.

But I will, though, ratchet downward by a couple of gears my relationship with Ms. Williams. She’ll probably become one of those chicks I might stare at once in a while, and not actually talk to. Just to be safe.

While I’m daydreaming, sometimes I think that all of this is too confusing and complicated, and that I should just chuck it all and stick to Taylor Swift 100%. She’s the important one as far as pop culture goes, anyways.

Which brings me to current events. Because Swifty => current events, see? ;P

This is now 2015. Everyone has their predictions. This is mine: 2015 is the year when society cracks on the top.

Back in 2008, when the US’s Berlin Wall fell when Lehman collapsed, society fractured fatally in the underclass. The subprime mortgage blow-up dealt a terrible blow to the fortunes of the less fortunate, and sowed the seeds of the social discord we’re facing today from the underclass.

Then, since no real attempt was made to remedy the problems, the problems expanded and traveled upward. Next, working class jobs were lost. Then middle class jobs. And discontent followed the chain upwards. It was the plight of the middle and upper middle class that crushed the democrats in the mid terms.

This is the year when the troubles- finally- reach the top.

Since Lehman, the US establishment has used it’s time, capital, and reputation to procrastinate. They’ve done very well at that, I think. Certainly better than I expected. In the LaLa land of the media, the economy is in it’s fifth year (!) of recovery. Ha!

The reality is, of course, different. The most venerable American business institutions- GE, GM, Sears, Walmart, McDonald’s, etc. are all bleeding cash. Business for them is bad, very bad, and in some areas extremely so.

The truth is that unless an attempt is made to actually fix the real problems in America, some very big businesses are going to go out of business. Even the “Too Big to Fail” institutions that Obama sacrificed the middle class for will be doomed in a few years unless something changes.

What I think is going to happen is that as 2015 drags on, and it becomes clear that things are not being fixed, and that nobody in the government has any inclination to fix them, that some of the .01% are going to panic and break ranks with the others, particularly in regards to Obama.

I’ve predicated this before, but I’ve been stymied by the government’s ability to procrastinate against all odds. Well, I think they’re going to run out of tricks soon. It is still inevitable, whether it happens this year or next.

You can’t lie forever. The US has been mired in an economic depression for 7 years now. Eventually, the truth must be said, by someone, somewhere.

The truth is that Obama is the worst president we’ve ever had. His foreign policy has left the US’s international reputation in ruins. Bush and Cheney might have been Machiavellian and evil, but that can be respectable. Obama is a buffoon- the Mr. Magoo of politics. This nation is the laughingstock of the world thanks to him.

Obama’s economic policies are so terrible I still think it possible that he is intentionally destroying the country. His social policies are so bad that civil war seems inevitable. His inability to lead in any positive way has Northerners in America thinking, for the first time in 200 years, of revolution.

He is by far the worst president we have ever had.

What I think is happening amongst the oligarchy is that they are waiting for Obama to leave office to criticize the nation’s policies. They want a republican to criticize, basically. To critique a democrat would be heresy for them.

I think that Obama’s performance as president has been so horrifyingly dire, though, that I’ll bet that even the most democratic of the oligarchs are feeling nervous right now. A race war cuts into profits unlike anything else. That, and there is the very real danger of retribution against the oligarchs for forcing Obama on the nation. Many tens of millions of whites are still mad, and they will not get happier for the foreseeable future, if ever.

So cracks will extend, for the first time in 150 years, into the upper reaches of society. This may be the year that the .01% fractures in a way that everyone can see. It will be interesting.

I wonder what the fallout will be. Will the diversity splinter into different races? Will big business turn on the democratic party? What will the feminists do?

I’ll be watching, intently.

I’m not sure how this will play out in Hollywood, but we’ll see. I suspect, again, that it will play out very badly. They are a part of the establishment… no, they are the establishment.

Rather than run for the hills, like I suggested, my friends in Hollywood have decided to double down on their support for Obama and diversity, etc. Yeah, this will likely turn out terribly for them.

I do wonder what kind of punishment will be dealt to Hollywood for it’s support of Obama, if in fact Hollywood chooses to stay in the sinking ship that is the US. That’s the choice, isn’t it? If Hollywood leaves, they could find success elsewhere… if, that is, its leaders aren’t hunted down in retribution for ruining the United States. It might be wiser for them to stay and atone for their mistakes, however painful and humiliating that will be.

Will Hollywood fracture racially if the racial divide in America becomes more pronounced? It seems almost impossible, but you never know. Will it shatter geographically? Maybe the film industry in America will find a new, different center in each region. Maybe one day there will be a Midwestern Hollywood, a Southern Hollywood, etc.

One thing is for certain: Hollywood is going to change. I think it must. As of right now, they are trying to appeal to everyone, but in doing so, they are appealing to nobody. Blacks and Mexicans are angry at Hollywood because it lacks sufficient “diversity”. Whites are angry at Hollywood because it forced the walking mistake that is Obama on them. Everyone is upset with Hollywood because it is nowadays filled to the brim with untalented, unlikeable gremlins like the Kardashians, who rake in money by the hundreds of millions while the intelligent and prescient live on the verge of homelessness. And yes, everyone is a bit irked with Hollywood, especially whites, because it encourages race mixing. Nobody and I mean NOBODY outside of Hollywood likes seeing that stuff, but they just won’t quit with it!

It is unfortunate that I’m saying this stuff. It really is. I know that I’ve said it all before. But… no attempt has been made to fix anything. The economy will be forever broken and getting worse until a real attempt is made, by somebody, somewhere, to actually fix it. If that day never comes I will be writing these things, over and over again, for eternity.

Well, this essay is now 5 pages. Perhaps I should end it here, although I was going to try to end it on a positive note after all the negativity.

Not this time, though.

Maybe next year.

I hope.

is AWESOME!!!!! I’m so proud of her!!! It was cold tonight but she didn’t care!!

She’s just so dedicated. That’s why I love her so much. I love how devoted she is to what she does. Everyone else thinks so, too. They all picked up on her energy and loved her performance as much as I did! I could tell!

She’s so hot. I love how she looked and how energetic she was. She looked like a sexy piston, just jumping up and down like that. She is SO HOT.

I LOVE her!!!!!!!!!