Before the conversation, you can buy my books: King's Books!
Anyway, more imperative than my stoned synergy with the Immaculate Collective, we should speak of Snowden.
A huge fan of Russian literature (check out my past Blogs), I adore the theme of a huge-ass country occupying a large portion of Asia, being the boldest/badalicious defiance of America--and damn, I love the United States. The Holy Spirit of 1776, the Honesty of Abe, declaring: "Prohibition goes against everything this country stands for." Alas, resurrect the utopian standards of Libertarians, at least striving and thriving for the cleanse of freakalicious freedom. Regardless, no matter how unique and magnificent America is--it fucked up big time. Specifically, W's Patriot Act was the most unpatriotic action in the history of American Government. And America should be ashamed for voyeuristically observing, not in the ideals of the empirical Plato, but wickedly watching the failures and flaws of humanity with aim and anger--for what?
Let Obama's and Eric Holder's monstrous egos battle it out for the agile and elusive Snowden. Verily, let Obama and Eric Holder have a tag-team cage match against Vladimir Putin; next, the former KGB badass and master of the martial arts will submit Obama within minutes, and as justice should wend, Mother Russia keeps Snowden for the exchange of radical yet genuinely smooth idealism. Look, this country (America) is all about us owning the government's ass--not it owning us. Deal with the holes in utopian architecture, strictly for the best of man; indeed, we are all a bunch of sons of bitches; nevertheless, true American patriots are about eternal freedom, and the synergy of God and man merged for the perpetual flux of an Almighty's awesomeness.
I love this country, but I am more ashamed of it than A-Rod. He was trying to be his best. But this country was trying to be a creep. Yeah, and I screw up too--we all do . . .
Sincerely, Mark David King
