Current Affairs with Gordon Chesterfield

It seems that every day or so, the public is inundated with a wash of information dubbed as newsworthy. Trite and sensational, this noise is approaching a cochophony of silliness. As a mediator of the real and the antagonist of antipathy (kind of, this post will probably not seem like it), i feel it is essential for me to weigh in on the important topics of the day.
Shall we get started?

"BP and the fantastic fucking failure to fucking fix a fucking fuck-up"

All i can say to this is "are you serious?" Proof of the absolute absurdity and ridiculousness of the sham we know as modern business ethics. Only in America can a company catastrophically fuck shit up and actually make money off the whole deal. Don't believe me? Rig is covered by insurance, so all losses... recouped. Price of oil... skyrocketed. Stock... see the latter. And then these fucking jokers fill the airwaves with their next abomination of a fix. I'm still waiting for some some dipshit to slack-jaw his way onto a "news" show and tell the (for lack of a better word) slack-jawed public masses their next idea is "let us handle this and stop asking so many damn questions, but for the time being look at this picture of a dog riding a tricycle!"

"Now Gordon, you seem to have strong words on what's wrong with this problem, but you aren't offering any solutions. Why should we listen to you and not the experts?"

A solid point, but a flawed one. You want to fix the problem? Forget what you know about the concept of an expert, these jerk-offs are experts on fabricating reasons for you to continue buying their product, so stop it. Then, use some non petrol-based methods of energy, there are certainly a few other options to choose from. By the way, this ain't a rant about saving the environment. THIS is a rant about shaking up power structures and abolishing a cartel that has been long overdue to go belly-up.

I'm done with this bullshit. Peace out, yo!

This is a poem.... Kind of.

Hello snowflakes, all of you beautiful unique little miracles, how are you?
Have you lived today?
Have you loved today?
Are making the most of your fleeting existence as you drift oh so gently toward the earth, destined for re-absorbtion?
Can you answer me, little snowflakes?
Of course you can't. That would be silly.
Everyone knows that snowflakes can't talk.
no, snowflakes are unaware of the chaotic forces that birthed them, the majesty of their existence, the beauty in their structure, so delicate so frail.
Snowflakes are content to drift effortlessly in the wind, in an aimless dance as they intermingle at the whim of the breeze.
Enough friendly banter little snowflakes,
wake the fuck up.

it's June and you're boring-ass rain.