Gotta Start Somewhere



So it begins.  Once more I begin to divulge my thoughts and cynical opinions on everyday life.  It's an outlet.  It's an outlet that I've missed.  I've decided to take myself off of the disabled list, give myself an inspirational cortisone shot, end the hiatus, give it another college try...blah blah blah.


I used to write a blog.  I wrote it for almost two years.  It started to feel like a routine.  It started to feel like I had to write.  It started to feel like the point of the blog was being lost on those that I could not convince that it was all an act.  I felt like I had to defend my thoughts.  Well, I suppose that a disclaimer is in order:



I am using satire as a vehicle to ridicule.  It is Juvenalian in nature.  I do not intend to offend.  I intend to address social evil through a blender of scorn and sarcasm.  If it hits home, take it with a grain of salt.  They are only words, not bullets.  Thank you for your time.  Enjoy your day!

Sincerely,

King Kingston


The start of something good. 

(YPE, 2011-12)



Whew!  I'm glad that I got that bullshit out of the way. 

Where to begin?  What direction should I take this blog?  Should I take suggestions?  So many questions with just as many answers.  I know I'll be calling it YPE for short, because I am into that whole brevity thing.  If I want to write about how much my job sucks the life out of me, I might.  If I want to write about how much my wife loves me, I can.  If I want to write about how anybody who claims to have the greatest of moral compasses, and how I believe they're full of the brownest shit, I will.  If I want to write about how my dog can make me go from cynical to sweet, I'm gonna!

The beauty of the written word is that you can take it wherever you want to go.  I've learned that there is power in words.  Perhaps power that I did not understand when I first began to write.  Now that I realize how words can change the way people think and act, well, I've gotta say it's severely badass!

I hope that you enjoy what I write.  If not enjoy it, at least respect it.  If not respect it, at least tolerate it.  If not tolerate it, well, don't read it. 

I cannot emphasize this point enough.  I cannot prepare you for what you do not understand.  I cannot avoid the inevitability of upsetting a select few.

For fuck's sake, they're just words!