Outside of the survey question, I feel a need to expel, to verbally vomit up the fetid air I breathe, coughing out the ever increasing whiffs of entitlement raging throughout the land. As if the fucking oil refineries aren’t bad enough around here, and the smell of the pot dealer’s skunk bud across the street.

Waves of fear wash daily through the masses, some in terror that they will be forced into a regime of oppression. Other pray for, it fearful it make not come, baring their tits for it like Roman bitches watching gladiator fights.

The dust of it all is in the air.  Will we give up our nation’s way of doing things? Will we adopt what other countries have done? I hear that the people are happy, but the hospitals and doctors are going broke.

Maybe they compensate for their government imposed salary by selling the cheap ass drugs they have easy access to. Perhaps they take the drugs themselves, to escape the socialist regime they willingly accepted.

The air of the earth feels old tonight, and putrid. The manic rage and enthusiasm in people’s eyes is more than just a phase of the moon. We are smelling the Beast…it’s stench flowing across all areas, north, south, east, and west. This Beast is the rancid and hungry issue of healthcare in America.

This affects me directly, as I am a healthcare provider and have a MAJOR fucking problem with a government that doesn’t represent my interests and wants to tell me the cap on how much I can make per hour.

Perhaps it’s time for a career change. Perhaps I should go to law school, I doubt they’ll ever stop being fat cats. Yes, I think I could become a professional Liar. Then I can work my way up the ladder of politics and take back my money from these bitches.

Or perhaps its time to take up the crazy fucking life, since apparently hard work, schooling, training and licensing may  not pay off. I may as well become a mad writer, and let the system take care of me. No cost to me! Hey, I will just not work, get some killer meds drugs and go off in search of the American Dream. Except in this case, I’ll be looking for it’s corpse. Won’t be as tough as Hoffa. Alert Rolling Stone they need to pay my exorbitant costs,  I will give them a story about sadly brainwashed young people, who have no spark to defy their government’s wrong-doing, but rather want to cut on themselves and blame society for not fucking understanding. And I will rough them up, and get them awake, and get them rocking and fucking rolling again. They missed something somewhere. The crazy fucking life would be WAY more fun than being a professional liar.

The air smells bad, but perhaps we can make it smell better again. Maybe the American Dream isn’t totally dead, merely languishing, and can be brought back with some cocktails and common sense. Perhaps.