What a Bullshit Return

I got a hotrod Ford and a two dollar bill.

Indeed. I also have an empty glass smelling of lightning jet fuel mineral smelling vapors. Those vapors, the remnant of a raptured Kentucky church of spirituous beauty, will shortly be replaced by more of Austin Nichol’s finest. The liquid is growing frost in my freezer, acquiring icy love of the first or fifth order. Importantly, there are five platonic solids, and damned if they all mean at least something to mineralogy with the exception of the most complicated and most numerously vectored among them. Yes, there is in fact a naturally occurring pentagonal dodecahedron in nature. We like to call it pyrite. Any pyrite, really. Five sides on the crystal faces, twelve separate non-intersecting vectors, fucking cooler than hell. Much like that one girl, the honky-tonking woman, the one that knows her rank well. In fact some of this stuff down here under heaven is just cooler than hell.

Anyway. The point is this:

Where have all the men gone? Where have they left to? Let me forgo the defining of the breed, you know them when you meet them. Or at least you should.

Why are there so many weak boys? Why are there so many of my sex that are such worthless specimens of the species? Why do they hurt my friends? Why do they make them cry?

I have no answer. They are weak, and in that weakness, they hurt my friends. I cannot abide by such action. Their activities raise up in me the warrior tendencies I have since sandy diesel stained murders tried to put to bed. I hate them. I hate that they hurt my friend.

Men are strong. With strength of any ilk comes the responsibility to protect. Whether your creator is God or selection, our human species depends on the strong defending the precious. When those jello-spined males do not live up to their role, the role of proactive manhood, of not being a little bitch, they hurt my friends and they insult my manhood. I want those males to hurt in turn. I want to make them cry.

I am no longer violent. But I can say this:

I have spilled enough real innocent beautiful human blood for bullshit ideology and capital gain that breaking a nose on general fucking principle is not going to keep me awake at night.

I hate that about myself.