SOC #22: A Psychedelic Departure and the double-fuck

No, I've never imbibed shrooms dipped in LSD, but I did watch 5 minutes of the 2015 VMA's, hosted by a half-naked Alien from the planet Arturas. Donald Trump, I've found the ultimate illegal alien. Call the Air force, FBI, CIA, la migra, and NASA, the creature stole an American's job. Oh, dear God, I thought the cocaine laced 80's ended 25 years ago. Did I go back in time? Is Reagan President? Was I abducted and taken to the planet Nephilum? How can a child star promote marijuana, then they show a retarded, uninspiring anti-tobacco commercial? I swear, every time they show a "Truth" ad, I want to cut open a swisher, add more tobacco, roll it back up, and smoke it in one breath. MTV should be put on the controlled substance list as "deathly lethal in one dose," because it's opiate effects have made me forget who I am, and what I'm doing. I can't feel my body. If this shit is what kids these days are inspired by, I'm performing my own vasectomy, due to my lack of feeling from the ultimate opiate M-fucking-T-fuck-V. My fucking God, a TALKING PIG! It's going to shoot me. Change channel, must change channel to something with substance, a work of art with heart and passion, and not a substance with the intellect and integrity of a porno flick starring meth addicts. Look, a normal looking woman playing a guitar...shit song - heard it before - love, kiss, shouldah-couldah-wouldah, ... throws guitar into crowd, kills a robot - no one notice's - the bitch looks naked under her suit-jacket, her skin made of gold. Yuck! I'm no moneyfucker. Are there people that really dry-hump gold? If Jared from Subway looked at kiddy-porn, then yes. I've heard people literally fornicate with trees. Shit! You see what MTV does to me, what it makes me ponder. WHITE SQUAD?!! The fuck is that? My I.Q. has dropped negative five thousand. dot dot lin bin bum moo mooooo. Finally changed the channel. "Maps to the Stars," directed by David Cronenberg. Good film. Now I feel better. Artist's like Cronenberg do not need a trophy on a mantle to prove how worthy they are. Okay, maybe I'm being too negative about Music Television. I change the channel back to the award show. AAAHHH! Kanye West gets a gold astronaut. Fuck, now I have to listen to him talk. He stops yelling into the mic and grabs his head, the zombie robots cheer. Has he finally stopped talking. NO! He continues. Kim Kardashian bounces her lactated balloons. Kanye West then yells his candidacy for the President of the United States. First Donald-realstate-Chump, now Kanye for-fuck-sake Give-it-a-Rest. Orwell's 1984 is alive and well, and so colorful. Double-fuck bad.