Everyone owns a whore house. The Russians own a whore house. The Chinese own a whore house. My friend Brady said he wanted to save a beautiful young girl he met on the border at boys-town. She did too much coke and puked on his dick. Once we were back across the border I told him through his tears at breakfast I said, Brady, what is your name? It’s Brady, he replied, his eyes puffed and watering. I reminded him how such a fine tradition it is. Your grandfather owned a whore house. Why would you want to suffer similar miseries in this good life? Can’t you see all the pain it creates? I told Brady straight out. You already own a whorehouse.
He stared at me dope eyed. Slobbering over his plate like a sultry sick beagle. I told those two young girls I loved them. Whispered it to them as we left so fat Mexican pimp daddies couldn’t hear it.
I was there to protect Brady. Keeping him safe as he disappeared into back rooms making sure he made it back to the bar room. And all the way out the doors into the comfort of our trusted cab driver.
Ladies would come out to hustle him into the backrooms. Professionals I waved each away one at a time. I sent him off with a sparkling smiling lover precious enough for even me to fall in love with. One time he popped out from the back and sat down with his girl at our table. Do you want some Coke? No, buddy, thanks I’m good here with my shot of tequila and the constant traffic of border working girls parking on the barstool behind my head then being signaled back to work within five minutes by bar daddy.
It’s all I did all night sit in front of the bar at my little round table. Like clockwork. All women to me would sit on the barstools behind me at the bar and spread their precious legs behind my head. I would whiff and sip tequila throughout the night while Brady had his fun. I had made sure he got the best of the house. Ten shots later I swaddled back into the cab to our trusted driver and off to breakfast on our side of the border.
Everyone owns a whorehouse. Those two young girls in boys-town own a whorehouse. The cab driver owns a whorehouse. The cleaning ladies own a whorehouse. My Masseuse owns a whorehouse. And a damn fine one at that. Everybody that doesn’t know they own a whorehouse wants to own a whorehouse. Because it’s all everyone ever wants. Love. Or the image of love in the flesh.
The desolation of buying and selling love. It’s a miserable life, Brady. You would want none of it. Girls get pregnant, hearts get broken. Dozens of torn dirty sheets tears are cried on and the smell of booze, blood, sweaty genitals and death.
The pain of a new wrinkle means one less customer. One less trapped rat. One less dirty wrinkled peso. Or the dull numbness of love. Or no love.
You own a whorehouse, too. As big as the Chinese, or the Russians, or the French. Or female genital mutilation.
I see Natalie Wood on the dance floor and I can’t walk away.
The name of my blog is The Circus and The Zoo. We have watched the circus for the past years now (my blog originated in October of 2012). As of today, we will get to watch the zoo. Yes, I said THE ZOO. Because that is what this will be. All of those politicians are now crouched in fear behind bars.
Why you ask? Well, because they forgot what their positions are. They are ‘REPRESENTATIVES’. Hired or elected to represent the people living in our nation. They lost that responsibility long ago. They became profiteers. Carpetbaggers and scalawags pilfering and robbing American citizens for their own greedy reward.
There was a time not long ago where we had ‘Statesmen’. People elected (from both genders) to be orators and diplomats. Representing the ideas and thoughts of their countrymen (and women). That is no longer the case. Now the so called representatives represent only the wealthy or the causes that pay them the most. It is a system of bribery and extortion.
I will not be supporting the illegitimate representatives attempting to control the White House, the Capitol and our Nation. The people of the United States (a significant number of them) had serious doubts about the veracity of our election. Rightfully so. Instead of honestly confronting and investigating those legitimate concerns of the people, they instead decided to ignore, conceal or lie about the instances exposed by whistleblowers throughout the country.
So therefore, now they have forcefully taken over the nation and they hide behind steel bars and our military. This will not fly for long. We are a Republic based on Freedom and Liberty. We represent Justice. Which has also been swept under the table by our own Department of Justice, our nationwide law enforcement agency, the Federal Bureau of Investigation and our international defense agency, the Central Intelligence Agency.
So I will not make the same mistake I made during the last Democrat betrayal. There will be no ‘healing-give-them-a-chance’ moment. We were betrayed twice already and we will not be betrayed again. They have no intention of fair governance. They have no intention of inclusiveness. They have no intention to defend our Constitution and our Bill of Rights. And they have no respect for our Declaration of Independence.
For all of you youngsters that do not remember a time before smart phones and computers, let me gift you a little History lesson. There was a time when Facebook, Twitter and Instagram did not exist. There was a time, actually not that long ago, when a computer required an entire room to house.
The internet originally developed as a military and Academic network of computers interconnected at Universities across the country. The military funded the research, seeking a back up of their existing wired communication systems. The Academic nodes developed as a way for Academics to share research.
In the early 1980’s the ‘Web’ was developed. It converted the code based transfer of information between computers and created an easier user interface with ‘pages’ and ‘hyperlinks’. Once it took off with the tech geeks around the world, Corporate America showed up at the door to capitalize.
Creating a way to benefit from the web soon created the monsters. Corporations that weren’t just capitalizing, they were monopolizing. These tech conglomerates bypassed the common tech nerd and developed their own elite tech masters. The regular person creating a web page was soon pushed out of the game by the tech masters.
They were always in control because they owned the programs. They could create their own rules to stifle competition at the drop of a dime. Now here we are. Apple and Microsoft have cornered the market in software and hardware. Google has monopolized information dissemination. Facebook and Twitter have monopolized digital communication. And Amazon has monopolized commerce.
Now they have strangled freedom by being the self professed arbitrators of moral, social and legislative values. They have destroyed the freedom of artistic creative development and they have eliminated the public discourse of differing ideas to advance our civilization. To them everything is a robotic opportunity to be controlled and manipulated for profit. No humanity. No compassion.
And digital currency is the banking elites planned method for eliminating personal wealth and continuing their criminal empire by concealing the financial transactions of their international criminal syndicate. Remember that. And keep it in mind when making future decisions. Viral bioweapons have now become their secondary method of controlling the masses. George Orwell and others warned us. The future is here and now, and nowhere as pretty and perfect as we envisioned it.