#Tryout Three: The Republican End of Zionistical Mopeds Part One

 The Mopeds Of Destruction

The street is filled with a rhetorical tranquility, an unknown silence completed with the boundaries of the universe. Friday 4PM. The transcending silence is broken by a flock of mopedded gentlemen, neo-Hells Angels, free of any burden, creating chaos and destruction in this once peaceful street. These unrestrained hounds are released from this middle technical school, where teachers order them to lick the sweat and blood of their leader. Between 8AM and 4PM these weak scoundrels are puppy's, fucking petite repulsive looking puppy's, and they are nodding and listening to their Masters. And when one of them bites/barks they are swept away and thrown into the depths of an isolation cell, deep underground, into the fertilities of life where they shall learn their Grand Master's rules. But at 4PM, the puppy's are released and then they transform into a wild kin of loathed freaks taking revenge on their masters, and the only way to do so is to destroy society. The problem with my theory is that these dogs are idiots, retards, faggots and scum.  The flock of the mopeds, can't even handle a real motorbike, wetting their pants when they see a tough guy riding a motorbike, feelings of jealousy and revenge showing up.

Their coloured helmets, pink shirts and Nike Air Max shoes reveil their true nature. Otto Friedl would shit himself from laughter in his grave. This enlightened unhuman creature would bust out of his coffin and execute this Pink Angels gang of foolish entrepreneurs with his bare hands, leaving a trail of bones, blood and rotten teeth. And he'll shit on their bodies, writing "Hells Angels" in his own excrement. Are these the new freeloaders of our world? No, they are absolutely not. These kind of people will be working from their 18th birthday til their 65th birthday creating wooden structures, building houses, working in factory's and doing the same task all over again for the next forty years. And offcourse they get paid! But what happens with the money? Savings?? Absoluty not! Every weekend they go out and spend as much as they can, bingedrinking themselves to near-death situations and buying expensive luxurious cars which they can't pay off anymore. They will be nothing more than a pile of stinking rubble, sitting at a station knowing they did wrong in their youth, realising they were idiots and in worst case scenario's: not realising it and pointing the finger to the others like immigrants taking their jobs.

I do have alot of respect for them.They are pure geniuses and artists, building up my house, electrify it and artistically painting it while I profit on their hard work and sweat. I have alot of respect for these unravished gentlemen. They are the cornerstone of our civilization, making the world go round. And I'm just standing here, complaining about a bunch of youngsters just trying to show off while these exact youngsters are the ones that might save my lazy journalistic ass. I'm just a complainer and critic, that's wat I am.

O yeah, I've been rambling on so hard on this subject that i completely forgot where I was going to.  The Zionistical Rebublicans will be explained and do not give this text a confused look, you will comprehend.

Hope you'll enjoy the read.

#Tryout Two

I'm planning on making one about Yesterday. I was at some Bar yesterday listening to the evolution of Media like Wikileaks/ The Internet/ Advertising. It's extremely interesting and i'll try to make a synopsis of that, only some parts in Gonzo. But before we went to that place, I had a discussion with a friend about Zionism/ Republicans. So that discussion will be turned into Gonzo ;) Anyway, have fun with this one.


We were like a wild kin of dogs, barking and biting in the halls of longivity as we were waiting on the resulting white A4-paper that decides our continuity of our lifespan. Soon, the biting and barking stopped and changed into sheer howling or smiles.

The Head Wolf passed the papers around and when i finally received the feared and loathed piece with the precarious numbers I reputiated the numeral figures. "This could not be happening", "impossible" or "Mother of Wolves" passed through my mind as a determined drugged junkie thinking Bush did two great terms based on peace and freedom. I can not longer reputatiate the numbers.

My anxiousness turned into happyness. I only failed for Economy. It will be Dancing with Wolves, rather Wolvines this night, feeding on the night and alcoholic abuse. The night is once again ours!

#Tryout One: The First Amendment

 "Today i'm truly feeling better. The vile fluids that left my alcoholic veins made me feel like a black President smacking the Republicans ass so hard that you can identify the masochistic conservative red on their fannies.

While we drive through a psychedelic wave of greenish and painless frogs, the sounds of the everlasting guardians are creeking over the blue democratic monster truck. But let me tell you kiddo, there ain't no better way than puking Satan out of your body whilst taking three Southern Ladies to see the corners of barbaric civilization. I mean, what can possibly happen if you have some fun with 3 democratic Hotties, the proud American Flag and the last bit of morality in your hands? The stars are wavering in front of me, the states are smiling towards the clutches of evil and i haven't even started talking about the stripes! Sweet Jesus, vomiting ain't the right spirit for me."

Football Season Is Over

Hunter Stockton Thompson: July 18,1937- February 20, 2005

No More Games. No More Bombs. No More Walking. No More Fun. No More Swimming. 67. That is 17 years past 50. 17 more than I needed or wanted. Boring. I am always bitchy. No Fun -- for anybody. 67. You are getting Greedy. Act your old age. Relax -- This won't hurt."
 

A few of his memorial quotes:


"If you're going to be crazy, you have to get paid for it or else you're going to be locked up."

"In a closed society where everybody's guilty, the only crime is getting caught. In a world of thieves, the only final sin is stupidity. "

"That was always the difference between Muhammad Ali and the rest of us. He came, he saw, and if he didn't entirely conquer - he came as close as anybody we are likely to see in the lifetime of this doomed generation. "

"The Edge... there is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over. "

"When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro."

This is a memorial post to one of the greatest writer/journalist ever lived. I will try to find and create my own Gonzo-style and post some of the stories here.