real america’s garbage

“I like Trump be­cause he is a suc­cess­ful busi­ness man and the coun­try needs to be run like a busi­ness for rea­sons that the spray paint I huffed in the park­ing lot be­fore the ral­ly is mak­ing dif­fi­cult to articulate.”
 

I grew up in “Real Amer­i­ca” and came up with a lot of amaz­ing people. 

I also came up with a lot of aim­less trash that couldn’t name the three branch­es of gov­ern­ment if they were spot­ted two of em. 

In fact, Na­tal­ie Michelle and I are go­ing to make a new Re­quiem for a Dream based on our real life sto­ries of peo­ple we knew grow­ing up. 

Turns out that ODing and dy­ing and los­ing limbs are noth­ing com­pared to how straight up em­bar­rass­ing­ly lame your drug friends be­come over time. The cli­max will be a hor­rif­ic scene of a 40-year old at a rur­al rave hit­ting on a 17-year-old girl by telling her how wrong she is about raving.

But these friends were white and born here so they’re Real Americans.
 

 

Now I live in a west­ern state that “Real Amer­i­ca” loves to de­ride as some­how il­le­git­i­mate (in spite of us of­ten pay­ing their tab). 

And out here I’ve met lots of im­mi­grants who would ace with a laugh the same 6th grade so­cial stud­ies tests my Real Amer­i­can friends back in Real Amer­i­ca couldn’t pass at age 41.

Like any­thing else, Real Amer­i­ca is a myth en­gi­neered to make eas­i­ly-led peo­ple feel a birthright when one isn’t there.

It’s also a great ego salve when you’ve nev­er done any­thing with your life, nev­er been any­where, nev­er seen any­thing. It’s a lot eas­i­er to dis­miss those per­son­al de­fi­cien­cies and say “the world sucks. The real world is right here in Nor­folk.”

I’d feel sor­ry for these peo­ple if they weren’t so hell bent on mak­ing the rest of the world as mis­er­able as the one they wake up in – us­ing the gov­ern­ment as a tool to that end.

AND they are turn­ing in­no­cent chil­dren into garbage peo­ple too.

A lit­tle kid is yelling “Take the bitch down!” when Trump men­tions Hillary Clin­ton. A lit­tle kid. No more than 10, I would say.

— Sopan Deb (@SopanDeb) Au­gust 2, 2016

 
 

—ja­son malmberg

Flom­mist Ja­son Malm­berg is a sim­ple man who be­lieves in brown liquor and small dogs. He also makes art some­times. Copy­right © 2016 Ja­son Malm­berg. Pic­tured: Os­car Bluem­n­er, Form and Light, Mo­tif in West New Jer­sey, 1914, source; Trump Youth?, source.

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