Visions of Edification
V: Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villian by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengence; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it is my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.
Evey: Are you like a crazy person?
V: I’m quite sure they will say so.
Dim the lights and let the show begin . . .
They are right and I am wrong. I make this statement after giving it years, if not decades of thought. I use words as a weapon but I choose them carefully, whether you think so or not. There is no persecution complex involved, nor am I paranoid. Okay, that last one may be a stretch but not to the extent where I need a legal guardian and/or medication. Nor do I give a shit about their poor excuse for double speak and intentional deflection on any given topic. Sure, once in a while I may take something out of context but I doubt it is possible to do so 100% of the time.
Once again I must digress to the lack of objectivity and impartiality in our society. It is their way or no way and there is nothing in between. If you bring up said grey areas you are mocked and shut down almost instantaneously. There is no room for error; no set margin for critical thinking. Dogma once again rules the day and fuck me if I use the word, “enlightened” because this somehow translates into I am smarter and better than they are. Though this would explain a lot to me since these folks must not have mirrors in their homes, either that or they refuse to look into them for too long for fear of what they may see; for what they have become.
I am a broken record; I am a contradiction walking. You see, it is not that hard to do. The first thing you should be able to mock and criticize is yourself. If you can not do that then yes, you should shut up. You show your inappropriate arrogance when you open your mouth and spew ignorance on something you actually know nothing about. You mock others beliefs when you have never even taken the time to read up on them.
We make things up and twist the facts around to suit our needs. We completely disregard actual events in order to sugar coat our agenda. Picking and choosing what to live by is actually no way to live at all. They only thing you are consistent at is being inconsistent. Whether it is the hour of a day or the position of the sun, you change you opinion like it is a remote control; a couch potato with a short attention span, never worrying about what is important only the inane pseudo-reality in a box.
I may come off as condescending but at least I have the balls to speak up when I feel it matters. I am sure there are those that would love to silence me but unless good grammar and sentence structure is a felony, they are shit out of luck and jolly well fucked. Out of the five people that read my blog I am not really worried about it. Maybe you should read it more than once before formulating an opinion. Maybe after the second or third read, it will sink in as to what it is I am actually saying. Not this post but every post, for there are valid social points in everything I write, they just seem to go ignored.
In the end it does not really matter. I have to write. You either understand that or you don’t. I do not have a choice in the matter. Society will always give me something to write about, so for that I am grateful and thankful and whatever other –fuls you can think of. There is always the final solution of turning off your computer and going outside to see the world as I see it, by removing those damn rose colored glasses.
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Kudos and endless kisses for quoting one of our favorite films ~ V for Vendetta; sighs & butterflies, not to mention the perfection of every memory since that fated day ::heart skips a beat::
Are we the crazy people or merely the disenfranchised who refuse to kowtow, follow, and consume the mindless pabulum being spoon-fed to the zombied masses?
We have no want to swim with the school nor run with the herd, but rather blaze an independent path regardless how often life burns our passionate out-stretched hands. Damn the consequence as long as it is a learning experience is our motto and damn us both to hell for seeking intellectual enlightenment ~ we are such snobs!
As the spectacled man likes to prophesize, “I used to be disgusted, and now I try to be amused…” (Elvis Costello’s The Angels wanna wear my red shoes) ~ speaks volumes of us, of how we see the world n’est ce pas?
In closing, betwixt you and I ~ there shall always be, a penny for the guy.
Though we all are having our own experience in our own reality, we all have our one inch of integrity. I, like God, do not play with dice and do not believe in coincidence. Things do in fact happen for a reason; out of the chaos. Sometimes, but only sometimes, a movie is more than a movie; a graphic novel is more than pretentcious art and so on and so forth.
We are not alone, this I know. But it is tiresome trying to get people to think; to process the darkness, the things that they don’t want to acknowledge. But mom always said I ‘d be good at something and that is def. making others uncomfortable.
Woot!
There is much to be said for having the balls to make people uncomfortable. (And I love that movie……..)