“You don’t need money to be creative. The ghetto builds champions every day.” — DJ Snake
“Black and white creates a strange dreamscape that color never can.” — Jack Antonoff
. . . . . . . I — Catxman — stand accused of bein white before you. Well sheeit. I’m Euro-Caucasian, I guess, but I ain’t no wigger.
. . . . . . . I heard just the other day that the debt will never be repaid and the Fed is still printing money by the wheelbarrow-ful. And that default is inevitable, soonuh o’ latuh.
. . . . . . . Well fuck. Why didn’t they tell me this on the newz? Oh, that’s right: the newz is all whitewashing propaganda.
. . . . . . . I’d love to see a program tell it like it is: some real shit thrown down.
. . . . . . . I mean, the Latin countries got them half-naked chicks on TV doing the weather, and that’s kinda real, why can’t we have economics and politics done real too?
. . . . . . . CNN can suck my beautiful tan dick. (I love the fact that I can be pale-white but my manhood never loses its gorgeous tan.)
. . . . . . . And Fox, you’re not much better you tie-wearing bastards. Admittedly, baby, you guys are bucking the trend (always good to see) but you’re a bunch of nerdy right-wingahs. And you’ve got the weirdest-looking chicks, like that bug man female Ann Coulter. Look at her eyes. Crazy. She puts on a dress but looks like a bro.
. . . . . . . Everything’s part of some plot to warp the minds of the sucker-viewers. As if that shit’s believed anymore. Nobody trusts the talking heads. They worship the Almighty TelePrompter and rely on dat to get their lines straight. You should watch the YouTube clips where the ‘Prompter screws with their heads and they say the stupidest shit …
. . . . . . . I’m itchin to find more fresh-as-shit blogs. Thass why I all-the-time go into the READER MODE (beeezzp beezzp) and check out the other blogs.
. . . . . . . Found some othah blogs that are promising. Also, I do note that there’s a bunch of desperate blogging chicks out there. It really isn’t worth my time pursuing them; local girls offer more bang for the seductive buck, but hey. If I drop a coupla lines and they eat that sheeit up it could be a convenient way to get laid with international honeys.
. . . . . . . Damn that television. Damn those politicians. Damn myself for not being on television with my beeyootiful long brunette hair. *tossing my head back in RL* You see? It’s not like some politicians’ hair club for men garbage, it’s real. I grew it. I earned it.
. . . . . . . Goddamn. When is this blog gonna surpass 1,000 viewers in one day? In numbers, I keep surging up and then dropping down. It’s like fucking and then gettin limp again.
. . . . . . . I wanna be rich. I want to poop money. I want my poop chute to be lined with hundred-dollar American bills. None of Canada’s debased money that I use all day. (They put a chick on the ten-dollah bill. OMG. It’s like, enough to make me tear my hair out. Progressives everywhere. Assholes who aren’t even real assholes like me.)
. . . . . . . Being an asshole is a necessity in this world, but you can’t stop there: you have to be a charming asshole. Luckily I’z check off both marks.
. . . . . . . Asshole thinking tells me that things in the world are going to go from bad to worse over the next decade of the Twenties. I can hardly wait. *rubbing hands malevolently* Anything to live in interesting times. I’ll survive: I’m a survivor. It’s the other citizen-babies who have “nice homes” and “stable mortgage payments” who are gonna suffer the most. Not me. There’s always somebody who’ll let in an Influencer like me into their lives just for a chance to get near tah me. And why not? I’m interessen. I’m the flavor of the month.
. . . . . . . But I’m tired of where I’m livin. I’m sick of being stuck in neutral gear. There’s gotta be something bettah out there.
. . . . . . . I’m sprinting for Brazil as soon as I can get the money for it. Rio honeys. That’s where it’s at.