Deconstructing Dorian Gray

Once upon a time in a mediocracy





Americans want a president carved in their own image, someone (preferably a slightly semi retarded) who doesn't like to read, believe in any irrational belief and giggle when he sees genital parts. The American male doesn't mature until he has exhausted all other possibilities, and women's appeal & intellectual abilities are defined by the size of their fake breast, and their unnecessary habitude of excessively grunting while having sexual intercourse, because fake is never too much and always king in the land of the braves. America is every antisocial adolescent's wet dream.... If you are going to America, bring your own food, and your own girlfriend. What makes America so unique, it happens to be a nation of more of two hundred million used car salesmen with all the money they need to buy guns and no qualms about killing anybody else in the world who tries to make them uncomfortable. The American political system is like fast food - mushy, insipid, made out of disgusting parts of things and everybody wants some. A funny place where ideological simplicity reigns, An hyper radical society which labels itself as the kingdom of moral certainties, with the highest rates of illiteracy, abortions. suicides, teen pregnancy and murders.
An extreme predatory capitalistic society which perpetuates the positivist exaltation of altruism, of surrender of self for the good of the nation, while hosting an excessive number of damaged individuals with fractured psyches, extreme short & limited attention spans, a profound sense of insecurity, and a lot of guns. A place where any form of ridiculous religious or cultist worship gave way to a Pavlovian reaction to superiority & uniqueness, and a position as the world Supreme chastiser. A place where bogeymen lurk under every bed, where the love to be the one who needs to feel hatred, in order to exist...