August 19, 2025, Tuesday.
Port Jervis, New York.

Fuck this kind of life, man. What is this, dude? Wake up every morning, drive a truck, go to sleep exhausted every night. Then wake up in the morning and drive a truck again. What for? Is this a life now?

Isn’t there anyone selling drugs or something, fuck? Where do we find these connections? I want to join the mafia, fuck. I want to commit crimes. Threats, blackmail, murder – I’m down for anything. I dunno, let’s rob a big bank or something. I’m so bored. What should we do, I wonder?

Should we join the AK Party? Yeah, seriously. It would be quite exciting, I swear. Our lives would get some color. We’d say “We are AK Party members from birth.” Our foreheads are white/clean (ak), our heads are held high. Or our asses are white, our dicks are hard, that works too. I am down for any kind of explanation. I have no shame, I have no hesitation. Did we study politics for years for nothing. Of course. Long live Machiavellianism.

Look at what Mücahit Birinci said to Murat Kapki? He said be a Machiavellian. He said it right! Bravo! See me, my brother Mücahit! Take me, save me from here, please!

Let this song go out to my brother Mücahit from me: [https://youtu.be/sVfbUgcDvz0?si=Dij-CsMPPRHo5iB9 İzel – “Hasretim”]

You know how you inhale in one breath
Inhale me like that too, my longing is for the stars smelling of love
You know how you look and get lost in the sunset (gurup)*
Look at me like that too, let me be your servant
Oh my, cross the seas and come, let me be your sacrifice
Save me from here, please
Oh my, cross the seas and come, let me be your sacrifice
Save me from here, please

*Now there will be ignoramuses among you who don’t understand the word ‘gurup’. Tsk tsk tsk. Gurup means the setting of the sun. You know, garp, the place where the sun sets, the west. The ‘garp’ in “If the horizons of the West (garp) are surrounded”.

According to the rumor, Nesimi is sentenced to death because he said “I am God” in his poems and tried to explain that human is a piece of God. On top of that, they flay Nesimi’s skin on the gallows. As his skin is being flayed, his color turns pale, and they ask him mockingly “Why did your color turn pale?”. And in his answer he says, “When the sun sets (gurup ederken), its color turns pale”.

Now you won’t forget the word ‘gurup’. I gave out information for free again. I am being wasted, I swear. See me, brother Mücahit. Let’s say it didn’t work out with Mücahit Birinci, but it worked out with Süleyman Soylu; that’s positive too. I am down for all kinds of degeneracy, scumbaggery. I respectfully commemorate my brother Kadir İnanır who said “fuck atomic physics” (let atomic physics go into my head). I’m very bored. Fuck this kind of life!

By the way, ANAP had also used that song “Hasretim” in the elections back in the day. Mesut Yılmaz was supposedly going to cross the seas and come save the people. The one who comes actually saves himself, of course. Who cares about the people, brother, are you naive? So it was a complete political song, you’ll understand. Wow, dear viewers.