About

This is a blog about real life in an artificial world: current events, sports, politics, movies, music, and other diversions for a cab driver waiting to die. Welcome to my view of the apocalypse; I’m your host, Tyler Sutherland.

But who the hell am I? Who are any of us, churning out 500 words of self righteous opinion every few days? Just another asshole who got himself a fancy soap box, I guess.

Still. I’ll take the lunatic raving from his soap box over the bastard hiding behind a podium; at least I know where the lunatic stands. No editors, no corporate sponsors, no conflicts of interest. Of course, that usually means no credibility or significance…

That’s one hell of a catch 22 and the reason we’re never getting the straight from Big Media: It’s very difficult to speak out against the guys who pay for your microphones. To become part of the establishment, the machine, means never biting the hands that feed you. But nobody seems to give a shit where those hands have been or to whom they’re attached.

So what’s a man to do? Sell out or drop out?

I’m 25 years old and I live in Peoria, IL. I’m underpaid but not too concerned. I don’t have a real job or a bank account; they’re a pain in the ass. “America I smoke marijuana every chance I get. I’m not sorry.” I probably don’t believe in your god and it feels alright. I’m not unmotivated, I just know it’s not worth the trouble. You lose interest in the puppet show once you’ve seen the strings, so tell Regis fucking Philbin he can keep the million bucks, none of the above is my final answer.

America don’t take my word for it, I’m just gonna write it all down.

Sincerely Yours,

Tyler Sutherland