marcusmaximus@mail.com (Marcus Maximus) — Wed, 23 Sep 2009 17:14:00 +0000

I said I was going to do a blog. I said, “Hmm, maybe doing a blog will help me out in the writing arena. It would basically be forcing myself to write, to put my thoughts down on paper, to share my insights and wisdom in this grand play of words and actions that we call “life.” Yes, I was going to do a blog. But what kind of blog would I do? A political blog? As you can see below, I tried that. I have come to realize that political opinions are like assholes, everybody has one and everybody tries to put more out than anyone else.

“Hey, look at this steamy vile mess of opinion I made over here! Ain’t it the best?!”

I hate politics. I hate how it is perfectly okay for 51% of the population to be able to tell the remaining 49% how to live; what’s important, what’s not important, and look how better/worse off we are now. It’s like a never ending assembly line of crap. It comes down the conveyor belt and we have to scoop it up with our hands and pack it into these little bags with “democracy” labeled on it.

No, I don’t and won’t speak of politics ever again (on this blog). No – I am going to just write. Free flow thought, stream of consciousness writing what will hopefully entertain and provide insight and wisdom to the one or two people who just happen to look at my blog.

When you were here before,

Couldn't look you in the eye

Your opinion means nothing,

Your opinion makes me cry

You float like a feather

On the World Wide Web

I wish I was special

You're so fuckin' special

But I'm a creep,

I'm a weirdo

What the hell am I doin' here?

I don't belong here

I don't care if it hurts,

I wanna have control

I want a perfect body

I want a perfect soul

I want you to notice

when I'm not around

You're so fuckin' special

I wish I was special

But I'm a creep

I'm a weirdo

What the hell am I doin' here?

I don't belong here,

ohhhh, ohhhh

Their running out again

Their running out

Their run run run run...run... run...

Whatever makes you happy

Whatever you want

You're so fuckin' special

I wish I was special

But I'm a creep,

I'm a weirdo

What the hell am I doin' here?

I don't belong here

I don't belong here...

(borrowed from Radio Head)

It's Official. We are totally, completely, entirely, fully, and finally FUCKED

marcusmaximus@mail.com (Marcus Maximus) — Wed, 05 Nov 2008 17:59:00 +0000

The day after. I saw it coming – saw it from a great distance. All my friends and colleagues saw it too. We had hoped that somehow it would end differently than it did, that the silent conservative majority would rise up on Election Day and somehow save us from the crap happy future we saw racing towards us like an 18-wheeler driven by a crazed and drunken liberal, barreling down on unsuspecting America. But no miracles materialized. The radically liberal man of Chicago, the one that everyone in the media has steadily spoon fed the frenzied, short attention spanned population to for the last two years, is now the President-elect.

May God Have Mercy Upon Our Souls.

I want to talk to you about the character of the man that half the idiotic country put in office. That’s right, numb nuts only got a little more than half the popular vote. Obama’s popular vote (63,249,576) was only 7,349,042 votes more than John McCain (55,900,534). Yes, we’re talking in the millions here – but Obama only got 53% of the vote and McCain got 47% of the vote - difference of 6%. Sounds just like the national polls before the election, huh? Well, let me tell you this: of the 55,900,534 who voted for McCain – 100% of them are seriously pissed off. Just as the liberal pinheads who vehemently hated Bush for the last 8 years – the conservative’s now HATE Barrack Obama. Half the country HATES Obama and everything he stands for.

We are a country greatly divided.

In the coming days, months, and years I plan to fully pontificate upon you fucktards who put this man in office.

The Maximus Agenda

It's Official. We are totally, completely, entirely, fully, and finally FUCKED