About
I am j0king
Welcome to the bottom of the barrel, now start scrapping. Either you took a wrong turn, escaped a red state, or things have officially gone off the rails for us all.
I’m j0king (Literally and Figuratively? Yes) and this is my very FIRST blog post (Okay, that part is untrue, I moved to Vivaldi because I support their ideas of freedom and privacy unlike the powers to be in America). Hang in there….it gets worst.
Let’s face it, this reality is a dumpster fire of a reality show written by someone on either their 5th energy of Monster or their 4th bump of coke. If any of this resonates with you, Congrats! You’re in the right place at the wrong time and you don’t have a crowbar….sorry Gordon Freeman.
Who is j0king? You don’t wanna know how many answers that question has.
I’ve been known to binge-watch disaster movies and call it “research.” Life is already skipping the ‘strange’ stage and diving headfirst into concrete of what I like to call, The Ignoraverse™. This blog is more about me screaming franticly into the empty void while all of us try to survive this cosmic nightmare of an escape room. Think of it as shared trauma, except with less consent and more of, “STOP!!! I DONT WANT THIS!!! GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE, SCOTTY!!!!”
Why this “Blog”? Seriously….what were you thinking?!
I didn’t start this for internet fame or crypto fortune, believe me, I’m way too fucked up for that. No, this blog won’t be any of that shit. Instead, this blog will be the product of years spent under the roof held up by Fox News, Christianity and the misuse of the word “Patriotism” (Spoiler Alert: They were wrong). When you spend 8 years in the Marine Corps, it makes you question your life choices like, “Is this really the pinnacle of freedom? What the actual fuck did we even fight for? Have I arrived at my midlife crisis or the existential one, again?”
Breaking free from cult-like thinking loooong before the MAGA crowd won gold medals in mental gymnastics for team Trump wasn’t easy. It took years of enduring abuse, hate, and scars that no magical, water-walking jewish hippie man could wash away (no, I’m not talking about David Copperfield…although I wouldn’t mind him making student loans disappear).
So enjoy…or don’t. I dunno. Seriously, who reads this part anyways? I can say I’m a rabbi that reads out of the holy bible at your local mosque and none of you are the wiser…assuming you had wisdom to lose in the first place.