Not the penultimate, nor the previous, but maybe the final number in a series, The Last Supper with vulgarity, or better yet, the Perpetual.
I thought for a long time that the word “clusterfuck” was adequately charged to describe what it means, but it’s not up to the task these days, and I find myself dredging up Dante’s Eighth Circle of Hell for imagery.
I think here at the end of 2016, I’m ready to go full on Marxist-Black-Panther-nihilist.
So I’m going to write for the world again, like I did back in the day, because I’m not here to agree to disagree. I don’t give a fuck about making intellectual peace with anyone who is immoral, willfully ignorant, or even just wrong. I say fuck you if you think you know shit because you don’t.
I’m not here to change your wooden mind. I’m here to knock you down and render you powerless.