Activism in Motion ~ Jean-Roge's: Lack of Boundaries

Run
Run Spot
Run Spot, run
That’s it, Spot, keep running
Lil’bit further
Fuck you, Spot
Run.

That is my fifth attempt at writing a poem and while they may have previously been a little more eloquent then that one, they all pretty much end with me abandoning a pet.

I don’t even own a pet.

“Good” I hear a sock puppet from Peta say. Two thoughts on that: I hate Foie Gras but that isn’t because of your inspirational webpage on the subject matter, Peta. Liver just tastes like shit. Secondly, and with all respect, blow me, Peta.

Seriously would have a cat though. They are like me: hate everything, but totally into chaos, discord, eating and contradiction. Not sure where their habit of discrete shitting fits in though. But that is fine, I don’t really get analogies. Kind of like irony. Don’t get it.

Regardless of that all happening I’m still a little miffed about the whole Wicked Campers saga. Sure, my knowledge comes from the media, which grades it somewhere in between satire and complete bullshit, but if even half of what I have heard recently is true, well - we are fucked.

I appreciate that the written word has implications. But tell me though, who is judging the written word? Is it some old crazy dude on the ‘net? He may be concerned about his daughters but my concern is about that supposed judge. There is probably only one person in this world who I would warrant has the wisdom to make that judgement (for everyone) but I guarantee his better world won’t be yours.

These guys. These guys will.

You may trust that old crazy dude but I don’t. I don’t trust a policeman to make that judgement, nor Sunday school teacher and totally not a politician.

Again, not sure if I should be outraged as yet but my agents are looking into it and it is entirely possible my level of outrage could increase to “somewhat”. If that “somewhat” eventuates I can expand on this. Likely though I’ll get bored whatever the outcome.

Being an activist is tiring. Kind of like being a poet.

Additionally, I'm drinking bourbon from a wine glass and I can't even begin to express how good I feel about this.

I need to find my monocle.