Americans.

We ruin Poetry. Uniqueness. Creativity.

How? We standardize excellence. It’s insidious. It really is. There seems to be an obsession with standardization. Uniformity. Categories. Boxes. To the point where… it’s refreshing to see exceptions to the rule, if not just to spite the simplicity so many Americans have for hating dangling threads; wrinkles that make life more interesting.

From 1895 to 1940, a total of 71 American battleships were authorized and named – all named for States (obviously with some names reused, lol). From USS Indiana BB-1 to USS Louisiana BB-71, everything nice…neat…industrialized…bankrupt of creativity.

For once (ever), thank Congress though, in 1896 – for requiring BB-3 to be named USS Kearsarge, in honor of an 1861 sloop of war, that was named for a mountain in Vermont or something.

Why? Because screw you that’s why. You’re telling me the Brits get to have amazing names for fearsome shops like Iron Duke, Orion, and freaking WARSPITE, while we’re wallowing in noncreativity naming fearsome ships after Rhode freaking Island? Screw it… ANY state so pathetically cowardly to stay in lying rat bastard “honest Abe*’s” sacred union?

Yankees. Pathetic. At least they have their moments. A spark of creativity did ignite in a congressman’s brain in naming Kearsarge (the sloop that sank the CSS Alabama, proving that even when they do have two brain cells to rub together it still has to have something to do with their self-flagellation of trashing their own constitution just to stop their cousins from leaving the apparent roach motel they called a free country in such a way to lie to African-Americans and pretend they weren’t neck-deep in benefiting off slavery themselves just so they can play the “aren’t you grateful?” game with them after obliterating, raping, and pillaging those same erstwhile cousins’ lands to keep them down for a hundred years to come?)

What were you saying? Oh, right.

Now do cruisers. Cities. Heavy Cruisers? Big cities. Light cruisers? You’ll never guess. Behold the fearsome USS Savannah. Kill our enemies with laughter. But thanks for saving us, exception to the rule USS Vincennes CL-64.

Where is Neptune? Tiger? Vanguard? I get why there was never a USS WARSPITE; even after she retired, they wouldn’t be able to cut her up for scrap; they barely were able to cut up the British one.

(God bless autocorrect for once only for all-caps-ing WARSPITE 😂)

Battleships. States.

Cruisers. Cities.

Carriers. Battles (at least this gives some cool names. Someone must have hurt themselves.)

Battlecruisers? Creativity? Nope. Territories. I swear. Meh. The French weren’t much better, but c’mon. The Sea is a vast, mysterious mistress, demanding respect, and you give her tripe like the “uss peoria”? (doesn’t deserve any capital letters).

“Amateurs study tactics, professionals study logistics.” – basically how the US won all its wars after 1814: by superior technology and organization defeating spirit, heart, and individual skill.

Alexander the Great brought to his knees by a metaphorical Walmart 12 pack of tube socks.

College Football. One conference playing 8 conference games while most others play 9? What’s wrong with you? What do you think you are? Unique? With rivalries dating back well over a century you don’t want to lose? What’s geography? Southern Cal playing Stanford since the daggum Hayes Administration and you’re cashing that in to play conference games against Maryland? What the…?

Oh. Right. The Big Ten was at only at 14 teams and the SEC went to 16. And 16 is easily divisible by four. To hell with uniqueness. Everything must be ubiquitous. Standardized. Like the NFL. Boring, sterile, and pointless. But what matters is the number 32.

Good luck being a wrinkle that makes things just a little different, Notre Dame, trying to enjoy being independent in a sea of conferences. Everyone that matters will be in homogeneity of assembly-line conferences, traditions be damned.

Have an idea for a fun, niche mom-and-pop store selling different kinds of decorative accessories? Too bad, because brain-dead losers will waddle around and leave, saying “I can get one like that at Waal-Maht cheapah ”.

Well go get one. Made in China and not Virginia Metalcrafters, ya freaking Philistine. Made by literal slaves, but don’t let that stop you from sucking your own dicks at how angels sang when Lincoln read the emancipation proclamation that freed absolutely bloody no one.

Damn you, Booth. For eternity. For killing Lincoln the redcoat four years late. America had something unique under the Constitution, but because of that jackass we just had to be like everyone else with a centralized power structure for the sake of weak ass “men” who wanted to run a country rather than be the public servants they’re supposed to be. Then having the gall to act like they ended slavery while establishing their countrymen as third-world peasants in their own country.

You try not to curse online, but fuck it. Fuck these degenerate pricks. Jefferson the Yankee pieces of shit that try to run your life, tell you what you have to believe in their f****t religion. They want bitch and moan about yours? Okay. Don’t answer to God – Answer to Evolution, you sick freaks… Bring your drag show shit around kids and you deserve to be neutered IN PUBLIC – unless your fucked up fetishes would get off on that shit.

No.

You don’t blame people who are angry. Look how fast it can happen.

You’re “right”, after all. You’re the “good guy”, fighting all those horrible people that don’t believe the same things you do. So it’s not hate raging in your heart. It’s okay when you do it.

Fuc… “oh, fun”. It really is easy to leap down a rabbit hole. Forget that even the craziest one “of them” is just as much a child of God as you are.

So easy… to look into that Abyss and not care that it’s also looking back into you. The really messed up thing is that… this could easily be you. You. Yes, you.

And it absolutely would be, if it wasn’t for the Joy of the Holy Spirit within you. Your strong opinions would be prejudices. Your “ever-so-righteous-hatred” would be bigotry at your fellow children of God.

And you’d be okay with it. All of it. And far worse. Far, far worse. Believing you yourself were the true righteous one – desiring to smite all “those people” (whoever they were), believing the ends justified the means.

Seriously – start at the top. A minor disagreement about a navy naming convention 100 years ago… take it, add half a gallon of ADD, a pint of self-righteousness, and a few shots (no communist metric bullshit) of Admiral Nelson and you’re no different than those you claim are destroying the country by forcing their views upon it.

Oh, but you’re the good guy when you do it. 🙄

Lolz…

It really is easy to let yourself be consumed by anger. Let it build. Churn. Mutate. Eventually calcify.

Yes, Atreyu. You are vulnerable to this too. We all are. You are not special. Being strong of opinion does not equate to being strong in conviction, conscience, or purpose.

So get over yourself. And thank God for what fortitude He has given you in not letting your passions be your undoing. You may love Him, but you do not speak for Him. To make your anger His anger is to cheapen it to the point where it is meaningless.

No editing. No filter. Leave it as is. Don’t even spell check.

Please place Your arms around me, Lord. I hate this. Tightness of my heart. I can feel a glimpse of my life without You and … yeah… that guy’s a jackass. 😂

Please hear prayers unspoken tonight. Those that give me grief over that which I cannot change. Place Your arms around those whom I love and care about tonight. Forgive my trespasses. And thank You for the occasional night like this… where you show me how much I need You.

For all time, please by my mighty fortress, as exalted by Psalms 46.

Now……….some puuuuuuurge…. 😂