I don’t really know what to write about. It can’t possibly be that there is a too much to write about because that is an outright fallacy. From international events, to national and statewide events there is a smorgasbord of topics to discuss and debate. So why do I not have the motivation( or is it the gumption?) to write and talk about events that are so pertinent to the sociopolitical fabric that plague us?

Could it be that these things are happening too fast? Preposterous, if you call yourself a writer then you have to be able to keep up!(who ever said I was a writer?).

Could it be that I just don’t care? No, my friends and family always get an earful of daily events and it usually starts with me saying: “Did you hear what happened today?”(this is coupled with a psychotic grin and a twitch in the left eye(a stiff drink is optional depending on the the day)).

Maybe it is because if I kept up with the news and prolifically wrote on the absolutely horrific, Orwellian, draconian, asinine, idiotic, half witted, and downright dimwitted policies and deals that are going on in Washington D.C.(D.C stands for Dunce Congregation), then I would lose my sanity,

Or, I could be making excuses for my lack of gumption(or is it motivation?) Anyway: the only thing we can do now is keep a keen eye out for bullshit, protest when necessary, look out for one another, and mobilize for the midterm elections in 2018.

Signed,

Snitchell

P.S. Yes, that is a double parentheses that I used. If you were uncomforted by it: sorry. But if we learned anything form the Bowling Green Massacre it’s that: fuck it you can do whatever you want!