To those who are friends of mine, and to those who have become friends of 'ours,' recently the late Mr. Brand posed a question to our society en masse, about the state of the 'Streets.'  His father, ReBrand of courese, continues that discussion - to much dismay and heartache. 

However, Mr. Wagner with "The Fucking News" has also brought to light, the 'inveritable' state of affairs that are our streets and he also asks for similar understanding and reconciliation.  He also offers a noticeable sum of money ($1,000,000) to the person who can best describe how and why things are just the way they are.  

After hours of my own quiet reflection and contemplation, I decided to do some digging in my ancestors safety box and discovered many, many years worth of notes that have proven rather insightful.  As my own recognizance could not paint the entire picture, I hope this renewed understanding may:

The 'Streets' as we have always commonly referred to it, was once a rather lively place - full of gaudiness, verboseness, and other rather creative (dare I say 'Shakespearian') displays of drama and conflict.  There was once a time where the mob acted more like a mob, demanding answers for acts of open aggression and often responding in kind.  A moment in history where powerful words of ideality and a desire to achieve true greatness drove men beyond just the skills of a firearm or speed of the draw.

Made Men from all corners of our world, gathered to address the issues of their time; en grandeur.  It was an age where words COULD be just as impactful, as insightful, and as powerful as actions - if you can believe in such a thing.  It was an era of enlightened thinking and harsh living.  A time for new ideas, bold experimentation, and tenacious leadership.  

Alas, no longer.  For now the Streets are quiet and static - lacking the dynamism our ancestors once new.  Perhaps like all of us, time has worn out these Streets in old age.  Perhaps like us now, the Streets are calmer, quieter, and less intrepid.  A terrifying reflection of the monster we have all become - complacent.  

For it is complacency that drives all men to madness, and all women to death.  It is complacency that asks from us nothing - but takes everything.  It is complacency that allows Godfathers to sit idly in lofty towers, pining over a horizon they cannot touch.  

It is complacency that has destroyed these Streets - our Streets.  It is complacency that allows us to accept the illusions that have been pulled over our eyes to hide us from the truth - that we are all, dead already.

So what then will become of our fare Streets?  Will they too, decay and wash away with the sands of time?  Will we remain idle, forever losing who we once were?  Are our souls for sale and if so, has complacency already collected?

I beg thee, I pray thee will look deep into thine own abyss  and ask thyself - who is writing YOUR story? 

Kill the DOJ

Who the fuck are you one day old Wagner?  He did and you said what snowflake?