“I don’t like the clean-shaven boy with the necktie and the good job. I like desperate men, men with broken teeth and broken minds and broken ways. They interest me. They are full of surprises and explosions.” — Charles Bukowski

In my desperate frame of mind, I find myself thinking of Stephen King a lot. He’s a generation older than I am, but remains a lifelong guiding force to me.

What I like about King is his authenticity — except in one area, his political beliefs. King is a far left liberal, supporting the usual grabbag of liberal causes. I don’t believe he really believes in that. I believe that he recognized long ago that the liberal left has all the power in the arts community, and he wanted to be a member in good standing in the arts community, so he kowtowed to the Left to get in good with them. I think his entire political life since his teens has been aimed at pleasing the gigantic kraken-beast that is the liberal left, with its insatiable appetite for surrender and asskissing of its squid-like bottom.

If I was absolutely forced to pick between the gay-flag-worshipping, trans-woman, pro-feminist Left and the censorship-loving, God-fearin’ Right, I’d pick the left for sure. But the fact is I like neither one of the two dominant wings of political thought. Neither one of them is remotely like the true me. And yet there are those who kiss ass to dominant ideologies.

Glenn Beck, right-wing radio host, made a pilgrimage to the New York Times to say what a delightful time he had with black guests on his radio show, and how they were welcome back any time. He was kissing ass to the dominant ideology. You think he seriously believes that shit?

Men bow before whatever the dominant ideology is. You can be in favor of beheading little children and shitting in their skulls and if you control things, others will agree with your decapitation/beshitting antics. When Nazis were in power, the left wing conformed to its visions. The truly committed, those who ended up in concentration camps for their beliefs, were few in number. When the Communists ran things, the Communist utopia was on everybody’s minds. The artists were basically 99% in favor of it. The Solzhenitsyns and others who wrote about the gulags and tyranny were the strict minority.

There is no integrity in this world. It is disappointing to see Stephen King kiss the ring of power, but it’s to be expected, isn’t it? He wants to advance himself. He’s a realist. The leftist juggernaut isn’t going anywhere. It’s so entrenched it seems like it’ll take an atom bomb planted just beneath the ass to dislodge it. Why not bet on a sure thing?

The thing is I hate everything about the simpering left. I hate its caring and its concern. I hate its geeky love of things. I hate its backing of the straight-out losers of society, and the way it attempts to invert the beautiful in the natural order and redefine beauty to support its fucked-up, piece-of-shit political ways.

And King is making me vomitous with his support of Kamala Harris for president and his constant attacks on Donald Trump. I’m no longer a huge Trump fan, but I doubt I’ll ever attack the guy. Why take the easy way out, King? It’s so unoriginal to pile on to the president in a mass fuck-him-up-a-thon.

We live in a sad-ass society where men who stand alone and stand up for themselves are rarer than hen’s teeth. The vast majority willingly conform. I respect those like me who stand up for themselves, even if their vision of society differs from mine. At least they have balls then. The sac-less cowards who prance around society’s main stage are worthless vermin. They remind me of the news anchors with their coiffed hair and men’s makeup who fake-smile for the cameras and talk in their smooth-as-butter voices… Vile. Disgusting.

If I could wave a magic wand, I would change the composition of society so everyone would be like me. What a great world that would be! I’d at last have peers, equals, friends worth having! Instead of having to compromise at every turn, both online and off, with those I’m forced to deal with.

I’m a natural leader, and I suppose if everyone was like me, who’d be the followers? But leaders can organize into sub-leaderships, and younger men can await their turn at power… There’s no real barrier to the concept.

The ideal state in this society is to have enough power that you can force the majority to change their little birdbrain minds in the direction you seek to move. To BE THE ONE that gets his ass kissed, the one whose complex, multi-tiered ideology is emulated.

But it seems that change is only possible in crisis times. Caesar, in a time of a crumbling Republic. Napoleon, in a time of overbearing Directorate with its guillotine-crazed leaders. Hitler, in a time of Great Depression and inflated deutschemarks. We live in a time of stability and peace, and prosperity, when things are a hundred times harder to alter. More’s the pity. Because this world needs a great deal of altering forced on it, bad.