You know who loves 9/11, just the fact that it happened and it was so tragic?  Corporations, the media, the military, and charities.  Those are the only organizations that benefit from death and destruction.  Terrorists love it too, both current and future.  They won.  We lost, and we, meaning you and I, the common man, continue to pay for it.

So let’s get rid of it.  Forget it.  Let it go.  Get over it. You can remember it, fine, and be conscious that it could happen again in the future, when all those new terrorists we’ve created over the last 10 years start coming of age.  If you lost someone, how was that any different than losing them in, say, a car accident?

Let’s stop allowing corporations and all the other benefactors of tragedy to associate their brand with our remembrance, our emotional connection to tragic events.  Because that’s what they’re trying to do, psychologically, subconsciously tie their products to our emotional connection to the event.  So whenever we think of 9/11, we’ll also think Verizon, or Budweiser, or State Farm.  I mention those companies because I just saw 9/11 inspired tribute commercials from them during the football openers.  Absolutely disgusting.  If they really cared and wanted to pay tribute then they wouldn’t have taken advantage of the tragedy and tried to tied their brand to it.

But their motivation doesn’t lay in actually paying a tribute.  It lay in connecting their brand in our minds with something emotionally powerful.  Every one of those piece of shit companies, and all the others, including the media conglomerates who are taking advantage of you and me, should be blown up, literally.  Of course, we can do the next best thing: stop consuming the garbage they’re trying to brainwash us into consuming.

America, Fuck Yeah!

For the past few years I’ve been sucked into the self help black hole.  The vacuum of never ending material that’s either selling you on a premise that something is wrong with you and this is how you fix it or giving you a ton of information on why you feel a certain way, without a clear explanation of how to correct it.  The later is more commonplace, as there’s more money to be made in selling the “why” rather than selling the “cure.”  Like a doctor who only knows how to manage and rearrange symptoms rather than help you correct the underlying problem (this is true of ALL doctors; there exists no “good” doctors who actually know what’s going on; “good” is usually a function of how we perceive they care about our health, on an individual level, which is referred to a bed-side manner).

If any of the shit that’s pawned upon us actually was effective, the self help business would simply go away.  If there was such a thing as a “cure” for whatever ails you, then why has the genre thrived for so long?

The easy explanation is because all of it, even the stuff that you think is true, is absolute horse shit.  It’s interesting, no doubt, as most psychological analysis are.  But effective, actionable?  Think about this, if your doctor, whom you believe is all knowing, all seeing, all righteous, like a proxy Jesus, gives you a sugar pill and tells you it “cures” whatever disease he says you have, then what is the likelihood that that sugar pill will actually be effective in treating your ailment?

Self help works a lot in the same way.  You adopt a new philosophy for a while, think you’ve found the answer to your shitty life, praise the method for turning your life around, then, over time, fade back in to your old ways.  Much like the placebo effect becomes much less effective when you realize you’re taking a sugar pill.

Magicians use the same trickery.  Sleight of hand is nothing more than playing into our desire, or more powerfully, our belief, that there’s something at work larger than ourselves, guiding us, watching out for us.  The trick works because we want it to work, so therefore we shut out the deception and tend to not notice what’s really going on.  It’s way more entertaining that way.

Self help works in the same vein.  A charlatan discovers an area he/she can exploit, exploits it, receives instant praise, then washes his/her hands clean, claiming “cure.”  Where “cure” is nothing more than our belief in such; our desire to desperately want there to be such a thing that exists in the world.

But it doesn’t.  It never will.  ”Cure” is magic, and there will always be a magician who can exploit our burning desire for such.  And there will always exist suckers like me who want to find the “cure,” and fix the shitty life that we’ve whittled out for ourselves.

But we can’t fix the shitty life unless we address the actual cause, and not simply rearrange the symptoms, as self help does.

So what is the real cause of a shitty life?  The answer usually lies in your perception, the difference between what you think your life should be like and what it actually is:

Quality of Life = what I think my life should look like – what my life actually looks like

Self help takes advantage of this equation, but focusing on defining the what I think my life should look like variable, defining to meet their needs, not yours.  Then in order to balance the equation, you have to do the work the raise what your actual life is to the level of what it should look like.  And the magic of it all is that some people’s equation is almost balanced.  A few tweaks here and there and a shitty life become an OK life.  Those are the people you hear about.  The ones in the magazines and getting interviewed by Oprah and writing the book about how they turned their life around.

They fail to mention that it only took a little tweaking to raise their level of living, and perhaps a little luck and good timing along the way.

For the rest of us, it’s simply a matter of lowering, or better yet, eliminating altogether what we think our lives should look like, and just accept how it actually looks.  What looks and feels like a shitty life to one person looks and feels like the life of a rock star to another.

So now “gay” is a derogatory slur? You now, the term used to keep the homos “in their place.”  For centuries, they’ve been mistreated, killed, and forced into back breaking labor for the glory of their owners.  Cast out as less than humans, even less than animals.  Relegated to the role of property…

Oh, wait.  We’re just talking about fags, right?  People who predominately choose to fuck the same sex?  They haven’t been persecuted, held down, or otherwise punished for the choices they’ve made.  They haven’t been forced into a role, other than not having the ability to get married.    Hmmm, I guess the lobotomizing of humans is the birthright of the weak; those whose only satisfaction in life lies in literally trying to legislate away our natural instincts.

Fuck them.  I will continue to use “gay” as a means of calling someone out as weak, especially when it’s aimed at a man.  Women?  Who cares.  Let them fuck whoever they want.  They are the submissive gender anyway, and they’re supposed to be weak.  But men?  Yeah, when a man bends over and takes it in the ass, either by will or by force, he’s being dominated, taking on the submissive role.  Clearly this is not a healthy strategy for extending the human race.

Think about it.  If a gay gene actually existed, where it was not possible for a man/woman to get aroused for the opposite sex, that’s a threat to our very existence if it’s allowed to propagate.  Then that would truly be a disease, and in which case instead of being “tolerant” we should just kill them off so as not to allow the gene to live on.

Now I’m not saying let’s start murdering the homos.  That would be pointless, because the truth is, there is no gay gene.  They are not forced into fucking the same sex.  They may strongly gravitate towards the same sex, perhaps based on male/female ratios in a given area, or whatever else mother nature dictates, but if forced into a corner and they had to fuck the opposite sex to continue the species, they’d make it happen.

For now though, “gay” is most definitely a fearful response, and one of natural instinct.  I would imagine if we were all naked in the jungle fighting for survival, and along comes a homo, we’d no doubt kill him/her, because they would most definitely not be considered the “fittest.”  But gay is in no way, shape, or form anything like other racial slurs, whose intentions were/are to oppress a people based on some characteristic they have zero control over, like the color of their skin.

Besides, I’m sick of the rule makers trying to protect the feelings of every fuck headed group on the planet.  I propose we eliminate the distinction between those who choose to fuck the same sex and the rest of us who are more naturally inclined breeders.  We’re all sexual creatures.  We all like to fuck.  So we’re all in the same boat.  But I still reserved the right to call out that person who displays submissive behavior as weak.  If he doesn’t like it, fuck him.

There’s something demoralizing and humiliating when you have to ask your employer for time off.  It’s like a little kid who has to ask his mommy and daddy for permission to do something.  But it’s how the system works; you are your employers voluntary slave and they pretty much own your time.

How have we cornered ourselves into such an oppressive system?  How did it come to this?  Is it just a natural evolution from forced slavery?  Are people actually better off/happier giving up their lives to a corporation monarchy?

I fucking hate it.  I feel like a submissive bitch every time I have to “request” time off.

I guess it’s an exercise in control, demeaning you to begging for access to YOUR time, which they feel they own.  It’s putting you in your place, as the beggar asking the king to toss you a few scraps of leftovers.  Just like training a dog to be obedient, your master-boss revels in the delight of having almost absolute power of you.  Make no mistake about it, no matter how “nice” your boss is, he/she loves the power trip.

Time is the only thing we really have.  It’s the only currency that is consistent, that will never change.  Those that own the time of others are the powerful, the wealthy few who lavish themselves at the expense of the ignorant masses who think they’re getting a deal; sacrificing their time every day in exchange for a paycheck.  A paycheck that gets rapped by the very people who give it out.  A paycheck many use to try and emulate the bullshit lifestyle of the haves.

You may think this is just some whiny, whoa is me nonsense.  Fine, fuck you.  If you’re happy slaving away for someone else who will shit on you any chance they get, then have at you.  Most people remain ignorant, fat, dumb, and content.  Too lazy or scared to try and make a change.  Those are the folks that the system feeds off of.  The system loves a subservient, docile, well trained, obedient human who will do menial, degrading, labor for them so they can fund their own little kingdoms.

Fuck them.

What would’ve happened after Sept. 11, 2001 had we, the United States of American, done what is preached to do when someone tries to pick a fight with you, turned the other cheek?  Just let it happen, denounce it, then get busy strengthening our borders so shit like that doesn’t happen again.

The problem with launching a war with those idiot towel heads is that’s what they want.  Terrorism is built around the idea that doing the outrageous and suckering people into the game is the whole point.  It’s not about trying to win or defeat their enemy, it’s about strengthening their numbers, which they’ve succeeded in doing, and will continue to do from this moment forward, and we helped them all along.

Congratulations war mongers.  Osama Bin Barrack is almost guaranteed to get reelected now.  He delivered what Bush couldn’t.  Now, there’s cheering morons outside the white house like we just won world war III.  Believe this, we haven’t done anything.  If anything, terrorist grow stronger with his death.  Christianity never would’ve evolved into what it is today had Jesus Christ not been crucified.  Had they let him live, those religious outliers following his teachings would’ve not even registered a fart in the annals of history.  I’m not saying Osama Bin Laden is Jesus-like, but to his followers and the people who believe in him, it can only make them more intent on our destruction.

Had we just let Obama, I mean Osama, be and die on his own accord, we may not face near the wrath that is most likely brewing with the terrorists now.  We haven’t done anything but stoke the fire.

Way to go USA!  You can go back to guzzling your beer and consuming the Earth.

We’ve entered the age of instant gratification.  Faster is no longer a selling point, it’s an expectation.  If something takes too long, or stops working for half a second, or inconveniences you in any way, complaints rain down.

Are we living in so much comfort that we expect everything to work 100% of the time without the least bit of effort or discomfort?

I see way too many people being led around on a virtual leash by their digital thingies.  Cell phones, iPads, iBook readers, and other nonsense that is a constant stream of pretty much useless information.  Maybe it’s the environment I’m in everyday, around small penised, short, overly intelligent, overly coddled fags who think they are special, yet hive together in group think without the least bit of personality.  The technology they work on no longer is created by them, but instead creates them.

Technology is no longer a tool.  It is the master.  We are the slaves.

All those movies about intelligent robots or machines taking over seem ridiculous when put against rationality.  But is that so far from the current truth?  If technology were to die today, just vanish off the face of the earth, it becomes no longer possible to transfer zeros and ones, wouldn’t we dive into a state of panic?  Would chaos ensue?  Would all the soft little pussy fucks in the world rise up in passive aggressive protest?  Most likely, those little squeaks would never get heard, because how could they go online and post a twitter or a facebooks to anonymously complain about interruption of service that is slightly inconveniencing them but making into an “OMG, the earth is blowing up!!”

Makes me want to slap every fuck face I see who’s more engaged with the glowing electronics than they are with the real world around them, only being pulled away the moment they bump into you.

Don’t get me wrong, I think all this technology is great.  It allows me to keep in touch with family and friends who live in other places and provides a good level of comfort that I enjoy.  But there has to be a limit, an amount that becomes excessive, when the technology you own and use turns around and owns you.  I know my saturation point, and it’s really low.

Do you know your’s, or are you too wrapped up sucking down the glowing electrons that’s slowly taking over your life?

“I have a pounding headache.”

“Did you try relieving it via fart?”

“Yes, and now I have a stink cloud and a pounding headache.”

Scene.

They walked off the stage, sat down next to the director, and re-watched the riveting drama that just unfolded.  The director held each’s hand and whispered into Myrian’s ear, “your tits looked great.”  She whimpered.  Rolling her eyes wasn’t a usual gesture, but this time she didn’t roll them again.

“Wait till he leaves and I’ll show you my pounding hammer fist.”

“Help!”  He cried, without any luck.  The director had already forced him into the ground and began shoving marionettes into his rectum.  It was a display of power.  The director’s way of making sure his subjects remained docile and obedient.  If he hadn’t, who knows what they would do.  Rise up and twist his nipples?  Dance nude and fling piss and shit into his forced open mouth?  Mime the lyrics to Hotel California while riding goats and making stabbing motions with knitting needles?

All threats he couldn’t risk introducing.  So the marionette inserting continued, and after a while David subjugated (i.e. shot a load in his pants, at which the point the director collected for later using as “cooking cream”).