American Patriots Suck Ass

My close friend, Roy—the only writer friend I have whose opinion I completely respect—sent me this by way of a reminder and a much-needed kick in the ass:

there is only one place to write and that is ALONE at a typewriter. a writer who has to go INTO the streets is a writer who does not know the streets. I have seen enough factories, whorehouses, jails, bars, park orators to last 100 men 100 lifetimes. to go into the streets when you have a NAME is to go the easy way—they killed Thomas and Behan with their LOVE, their whiskey, their idolatry, their cunt, and they half-murdered half a hundred others. WHEN YOU LEAVE YOUR TYPEWRITER YOU LEAVE YOUR MACHINE GUN AND THE RATS COME POURING THROUGH. when Camus began giving speeches before the academies his writing died. Camus did not begin as a speechmaker, he began as a writer; it was not an automobile accident that killed him.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI
Notes of a Dirty Old Man

So, you empty-headed dirtbags, you racists who think you’re patriotic heroes, you numbskull religionists who think you’re deep, you idiot selfish moron Libertarians who think you’re smart—to Hell with the whole lot of you.

I write, and I’ll be damned if I have the time to so much as crap on you stupid flag-waving, bible-humping, goose-stepping, Arab-hating, corporate butt-licking pinheads.