Useless observations of REALITY.
I get an awful chill down my spine whenever someone says the word "reality." The real bad ones will cock their head to the side and squint like they're deep in thought. "Reality," or whatever word you want to use to define this unfortunate ability to perceive the world, is bad enough without hearing people try to articulate it. Reality is dirt and everyone knows it. That's why ranting is so stupid. Why pick out individual things to hate when you could say, "I hate everything?"
A true genius would find a way to rant about things he enjoys. But I won't, and nobody else will, because it's boring. Nobody cares. I'd be like a rebel without a cause or an effect. Being counter-culture is dumb. Almost as bad as being anti-counter-culture. What's the solution? I'm not too sure. Bang chicks and forget about the world.
People dying over there in Sri Lanka or whatever. Fifty thousand people. Big deal. In America, that many people die from car accidents each year. You don't see America declaring a national state of emergency over it and begging other countries for money. If a lot of people die in a short amount of time, it's considered a tragedy. If people die by the thousands at a steady rate over long periods of time, nobody cares. Time will get you every time.
Bush was elected president. That's old news, but it's still as baffling as ever. It's like we all have of learned to turn the other cheek and go about our lives as if a lunatic isn't sitting at the bridge of America fingering the big red button. Stroking it. Fondling its edges. Smearing Vaseline on it and licking its tender cusp. See, we don't think about that. If I were the government and I wanted to keep people ignorant, I'd broadcast gay porno 24/7. People would be far too afraid to do as much as touch the remote and see what's happening in the world.
Last week someone put a "Support Our Troops" ribbon on my car. I kept it on there. Ya know? Whatever. Yesterday after work I went out there and someone had crossed out 'support' and written 'liberate' in its place.
Vandalism at its best. I bet that guy actually thinks he's doing something to support his cause. As if a redneck Republican is going to see the modified car magnet and think, "Wow, a modified magnet! A modnet! Fuck Bush!" Then he goes and tie dyes his carharts. That's right up there on the Things You Never See list with Houdini getting a spare key made and someone without acne shopping at Wal-Mart.
The crux is, our whole anti-war, peaceful hippy movement never does anything to support their cause. They run around promoting themselves and stating their wants and needs, but never get past that stage. It's like a company making commercials and putting ads all over TV but never making a product to sell. No matter how proactive a liberal is, she'll never offer any sort of solution to the problems she brings attention to. I use "she" because no guy could possibly believe the kind of stuff that those dirtballs preach. Hippy guys attend protests and agree with the females for a chance to get into her hemp panties. Hempties.
Being the sport that I am, I've come up with several solutions to our political problems - both personal and global. All of which involve splitting sub-atomic particles around populous regions of the world. One common ground in all political stances is to limit suffering. There's no better way to end suffering than to terminate all life on earth instantly. No pain, nobody around to grieve, and no more suffering for any human for the remainder of REALITY.
I guess the article is over now that I looped backed to the beginning concept. Not that I want it to end, I'm having soooooooo much fun.
Last updated December 31st, 2004