We destroy the world that created us while the world we created destroys us. We have an anti-mutualistic relationship with reality.
Despite All The Rage
Author: Joseph D. Newcomer
DADA/Author/Podcaster
Currently promoting my latest novel, Diminishing Return, while working on my next and curating an insane comic book collection for my toddler.
HGTV Barbie
In my opinion, the Barbie Dreamhouse bathroom is a huge waste of square footage.
Hate-Track Tapes
Seems appropriate to reblog this one this week. These obsolete ignorances need to go the way of the Dodo to allow for compassion, empathy, and enlightenment to battle that which allows bigotry to trudge along through existence. Traditional ignorance right along with progressive hypocrisy be damned.
Did you know that cassette tapes came out before 8-track tapes? I feel like that’s what’s happening with racism, homophobia, and sexism today. Like, everyone knows there’s a better way, but there are still a bunch assholes cruising around in old, beat-up, rusted-out, shitty Trans Ams, and they’re jamming matchbooks into the deck, so their REO Speedwagon cartridge stops playing Keep On Lovin’ You and Can’t Fight This Feelin’ at the same time. Over the incoherent, distorted music, they openly shout about how they refuse to be forced to use cassette tapes because “Freedom” or some shit, like they think cassette tapes are the Antichrist or something. Meanwhile, it’s 2020, some of us don’t even know what the hell an 8-Track is, or a cassette tape, for that matter, and, by some stroke of absurdly shitty luck, we still have to watch these ignorant dicks obnoxiously swerve down the road…
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The Ire In Irony
We have just participated in furthering the stupidity of our culture.
The Paradoxical Dichotomy of Logic and Hope
Knowledge is dour.
We are now weathered by the damning knowledge of years; by the shift from blind confidence to grim, pragmatic understanding. Now, we counter the disappointing and inevitable with doomed longing for all outcomes to defy the proof of experience despite our familiarity.
In the past, in the blissful ignorance of youth, I always thought I was and believed I wanted to be right. Now, more often than not, I hope that I am wrong.
These are the sick, unsettled guts of those who have lived enough pasts to understand the inescapable odds of how the present gives way to the end.
Joseph D. Newcomer 