It’s time to Eff the establishment, it’s the Friday Post!

This is no 1984 sympathy post. This is no big government or big corporation love fest. This is no happiness to give my life for money and work 70 hours a week or even 45. This is a shout out to all those workers out there, in and out of work. Hello fellow toilers, laborers, craftsmen, white and blue collar compatriots, people who have to grudge through the week and cross the 5 pm punch out finish line. I don’t care how much you love it, the weekend is the weekend.

When you exit the office or job site or hospital or manufacturing plant at the end of your shift, you quietly and secretively plant a mental middle finger over your shoulder. Now it’s your time and no monkey of a coworker or overbearing boss is going to manhandle you on your 48 hour leave of absence.

You bust loose and undo that belt on the drive home. Stop by the convenience store for your low priced union made malt liquor and grab a bag of bbq flavored pork rinds while you’re at it. Get home and crank the air, use some of that electricity you work so diligently for. The man ain’t here to tell you what to do.

Now just yell, yell it out. Yell like a crack addicted hyena on acid. Yell like your balls are on fire. Yell till you go hoarse and then punch a hole in your living room wall. You never knew smashing broken knuckles through 3 inch drywall felt so damn good, now your know how the American Ninja felt in American Ninja Five. He felt free. That’s what Friday is all about, feeling the freedom. The air in your face on the drive home, the freedom to do anything you want. The freedom to go and swim in your neighbor’s empty pool with a pack of wild dogs, which is a euphemism for getting drunk and partying with a group of homeless acapella singers around a barrel fire in your neighbor’s pool with his teenage daughter. Yes it’s merely innocent and could be considered kidnapping, but you are not at work and you are free to do what you will.

You are free to climb the tallest building and throw gum drops to the masses, a deadly rain of gumdrops...hey just try and catch one in your mouth and bust a tonsil.

If nothing else, go and break some social morays and stare at old men, stare at them so much you burn their bewildered faces into your brain. Stare at them like they are death incarnate and you will protest society’s dependence on Uncle Sam, because he is the most bewildered old man of them all.

Happy Friday and tear your drunken roof off!