Watching the empire coming apart at the seams with a front row seat for the Apocalypse. New years eve on Hollywood Blvd, USA. 2011. The human race, I fear, has finally degenerated into a state of pure unrestrained savagery, hate and mental retardation. All hope is gone as I wade across this river of drunken sub-human vermin where deformed creatures of hell stand eating each other alive like piranhas in heat; sex dead, brain dead, their souls atrophied and sucked down the collective toilet of the Fall. This New Year’s Eve is like a bad acid trip through the Abyss as the world prepares for the final death whimper.
America is not morally attuned or spiritually prepared to assume the Third World status for which it is obviously destined. Well, I think, the bigger they are the harder they must fall. And America was once the biggest baddest wolf in the forest. It’s no wonder then that the degeneration I’m witnessing here should be so dramatic and devastatingly complete. We are all witnesses to the Apocalypse here, I muse, whether we know it or like it or not. And this New Year’s Eve is a graphic little snapshot in the Demon’s family album of the Race’s ultimate failure.
You can just feel the collective hate and frustration in the air everywhere you look here tonight. There is no way out. It is done. Finished. Nothing to do but laugh now to keep from crying. Mass alcohol consumption combined with generations of sexual repression and bad genetic engineering has caused many nice young fellows in button down collars to step out of their suburban shelters and fight like maddened red-assed baboons in the streets of Hollywood. Out on the boulevard I watch people in every state of inebriated dementia stumbling, crawling, slithering on their bellies like writhing serpents, barking like rabid dogs, slobbering, drooling, foaming at the mouth, projectile vomiting, humping lamp-posts and rolling around in the gutter like depraved masturbating monkeys looking for their car keys. Mercy!
I sit outside the pizza parlor on the corner of my street watching the rats scramble. I stand up for a moment to get a better view of another drunken frat-boy rumble across the street, then just as I prepare to sit back down, a very fat, very drunk Mexican chick goes to roach my seat but ends up sitting down crooked and falling off the edge of the chair, landing in a puddle of puke on the sidewalk. I try not to laugh, but it’s too much. I have to walk away. Poor thing wasn’t much to look at to begin with, I think, but now she definitely aint getting laid tonight. Well maybe, I think. Some of the guys stumbling around in this drunken human cesspool seem about desperate enough by now to lick the vomit off her fat sweater-wearing ass just to get a closer look at one. And the few overpriced whorehouses they got in this pit of horrors (they call ‘em “Massage Therapy” places here cuz god forbid anybody should ever get laid openly in this puritan hell-zone) have to be closed by 10pm. Talk about ass-backwards. Where I come from the decent whorehouses don’t even open till 10. Well ya learn to live somehow in this depraved human zoo. The best I can do with it all seems to be embracing the horror with open arms. Happy New Year.
Jonathan Shaw, 2011.
hope it gets better for you(and the rest of the world)
sobriety sucks–you used to get off on shit like that
love ya anyway–Happy New Year back atcha
Hey Jonathan,
I think your viewpoint is interesting but it depends on what perch you’re looking at it from. Society as they call it is giving you an abundance of material to work with. Great vivid writing! I really get what you’re saying – but next year I want you to drive your motorcycle into the middle of the Polo Lounge and scatter the overdressed lizards at the bar. I’m curious to know if society’s ‘elite’ has any life left worth living. Or at least if the quality of whores there is more to your taste. I envision you as the character Eddy/Meatloaf breaking the wall in Rocky Horror Picture Show – reading a chapter from ScabVendor to all the patrons and riding off with the best looking hooker in the joint.
Sending you my very best wishes for a great 2011 man.
Keep on writing and riding,
Mark
Barf-a-rific!
Perspective… Yours continues to entertain and educate.
Wishing you SURVIVAL in 2011.
Nice stuff Jonathan. Reminds me of my favorite quote by 14th century poet Eustache Deschamps:
“Now the world is cowardly, decayed and weak,
Old, covetous, confused of speech:
I see only female and male fools….
The end approaches…
All goes badly.”
“Happiness consists in realizing it is all a great strange dream.”
– Jack Kerouac