Hypocrites

Yeah, that's me. A dirty hypocrite to the last. I don't like it, I'm not content with it, and I certainly don't revel in it. I had a rather spirited discussion (on my part at least) with Dan'l on the way home from work today. He gave me a ride due to my car being impounded in midtown at the moment. The discussion primarily focused on my utter disgust with advertising and marketing in general. Being both my little brother, and the biggest devil's advocate I know, he was able to push all the right buttons at all the right times to reach the conclusion that all my anger really fuels is my own hypocrisy. And in many ways I agree with him. But not entirely. To a certain extent I do feel like this wellspring of anger is righteous and justified. The ideas are all there, I just lack the energy and willpower to do something about it, which only fuels the fire. I also still have the putnam situation hanging over my head, and a 20 year prison sentence is a pretty big deterrent to taking on the man for right now. I'll be concerned the moment it's not a deterrent anymore. At least I'm not apathetic though. Apathy is just too easy. Acknowledged hypocrisy can serve as merely a brief pause on the way to action, whereas apathy is simply a roadblock. Hypocrisy can be worked around, where apathy has to be entirey overcome. And the big, evil, ubiquitous "they" that I'm always bitching about (you know who I'm talking about) would much rather have you be apathetic than hypocritical, because at least when you know you're a hypocrite, that value meal leaves a shitty taste in your mouth, and one can only willingly ingest shit for so long.

I'm off to go get shitty and record some delightfully deluded hooky pop punk tunes with A.D.R. and Mia Malice at Vision. Toodle-oo children.

Please provide me with feedback on some of this. I know you dickheads are reading it.