ADD Isn’t A Real Thing

Attention Deficit Disorder.  Let’s analyze the name of this “disease” for a second.  It implies that one is not generating enough attention, that there’s a deficit of some sort measured against a norm.  What’s the norm?  How do they measure attention?  Is there such a thing as too much attention, perhaps Attention Abundance Disorder?  Or is it, just maybe, that doctors and pharmaceuticals need a reason to sell you more pills?  Or maybe we, as a society, need something to label our kids with when they are not sitting perfectly still in class and paying 100% attention to a boring teacher babbling on and on about addition and subtraction?  In other, to unload our responsibilities as parents and teachers onto a convenience pill.

Just ram this pill down their throat and turn them into zombies.  Problem solved.  Oh, and that’ll be $600 a month for the rest of your life.  Oh, and another thing, we’re not really sure what the long term effects are, so we’re probably gonna get you later in life when other “disorders” crop up.

Economic Slavery

Could there be a more effective form of slavery?  If the 1% control access to all the resources, what can the 99% fight back with?  Sticks and rocks against 200 ton bombs?  This is your lot as an employee.  Bottom line, to quote 50 Cent: “Get Rich, or Die Tryin’”.

OK, so you’re most likely not going to get rich, ever.  So what’s a brutha to do?  I don’t know, stop working so damn hard and breaking your back to line the pockets of the king(s) you work for.  Whenever I catch myself putting in the slightest bit extra at the slave pit, I ask myself if it’s worth it.  Given the choice being fired for “poor performance” or stressing myself out to get something done for a maniacal, corporate lackey boss who’s only goal is to “look good,” the former typically is winner.  The latter has never come to fruition (too many liabilities for firing someone).

God Loves Me

God is trying his best to make a believer out of me.  He seems to place opportunity in my lap, but I ignore it every time.  I’m talking about opportunities to get laid, which as of the last two years has been a subject that I receive a big fat F- in.  But God keeps on throwing young, attractive women into my path and I keep ignoring them like they don’t even exist.  But anyway, thank you God, and keep up the good work.

What we have is a world full of beta males.  The slow destruction of the earth is in direct proportion to the number of beta males that inhabit it.  As the  number increases, so does the rate of destruction.  Why?

The bottom line is: lack of sex.  Reproduction is really our only purpose on this planet.  Propagate the species.  In the wild, the natural order of things makes this easy, where the dominant males reproduce with any female they choose.  And kill or make subservient the beta males, who very rarely get an opportunity to procreate.

With humans, we’ve eliminated the natural order and elevated the weak to power.  It’s an imbalance that’s taken hundreds of years to cultivate.  In numbers, the betas can control and develop “societies” that punish the strong, so that they, the betas, have more opportunities to fuck.  That’s why they invented things like marriage, and the concept of “slut.”  It’s a control mechanism to keep women from following their natural desires, which in most cases is to fuck any and every available dominant man they come across.

Now we have a mutated species, where disease and conformity are the norm, and any natural display of power outside the system is punished severely (prison, financial sanctions, etc).

But still, betas lack the sex that a normal, healthy, dominant man receives in his lifetime.  The 80/20 rule still applies, no matter how many controls they try to put in place.  80% or more of the female population is fucking only 20% or less of the men.  That means the other 80% or so of betas still get sex, but not from the variety that the 20% enjoy.  And the girls they are banging, their wives and girlfriends (women under contract), are out banging the 20% behind their back.  Think those kids are yours?  Maybe you should think again.

So without an abundance of sex to occupy their time, beta men need something else to fill that void.  Thus is born careers, pursuit of power and money, and the myriad of other destructive behaviors that is essentially a scorched earth mentality; if I can’t get all the sex I need, then fuck the earth.  Every technological advancement we have around us is the result of this behavior.  When we moved out of the jungle, we lost any semblance we had of our natural being.  It’s not necessarily a bad thing being a beta, if you accept your role.  Unfortunately, most of the 80% are unable to do this.

It’s a little far fetched, but not so distant from the truth.  Where are you, in the 80% (most likely) or the 20%?

I’ve wasted my youth.  Pissed it away on drinking, partying, video games, TV, and other forms of time wastes.  I’ve consumed the only precious thing I’ve been given, time.  Spent it on worthless pursuits, if you want to even call them pursuits, complicit with the system in every imaginable way.

You wake up one day to find yourself fragile, finally realizing what all those old people were telling you when you were young.  The realization that when you reach a certain age, you are incapable of recovering the time you’ve pissed away.  And now you most certainly are destructible; recklessness is all of the sudden frowned upon, unlike the days of a teen.  Being set on a path of self destruction usually leads to just that, although at the moment when that realization hits, you’re not ready to fly over the edge.

But the real enigma is what could’ve been, what is the line between wasting time and spending time wisely?

It’s probably a safe bet that we, as comfortable living westerners, waste most of our time inventing excitement and manufacturing “experiences.”  Unless you’re in a real struggle to survive, which these days means making enough money to pay bills and eat, then escape is the only outlet to combat boredom.  Think about it, you have a decent job that pays at least OK, you have a roof over your head, plenty of food that you’ll never ever have to worry about acquiring (at least not in the foreseeable future), and an unending appetite for something more.  What that something more is is intangible, can’t be defined, and is most likely the result of having every basic need taken care of and then some.  A void, I suppose, that needs to be filled.

If I had it to do over again, I’d make different choices.  Who wouldn’t?  Not to avoid mistakes, but to involve myself in more interesting pursuits, other than just shrugging them off and going out to party with my stupid friends.  Now it’s too late to recoup that lost time, but not too late to reinvent and begin something worthwhile.