HATE RANT

[The Good Reverend Roger]

With a few exceptions (Nigel, Cain, Twid, etc), this here Deth Cult has become something else entirely.  There is no conversation, there is no ranting, there is no ANYTHING.  You shuffle up, watch for something interesting to happen, and then leave.  And why is nothing interesting happening?  Because everyone's waiting for something interesting to happen.

At some point, a whole lot of Discordians became lower case discordians.  You watch and see what OTHER people are doing, instead of doing it yourself.  You can't even be arsed to say "hello".  This is Goddamn BACKSLIDING, and the DOOM that you are bringing on yourself is YOUR fault and nobody else's.

Of course, I'm not talking about people who aren't actually HERE.  Life happens.  But to sit for an hour or so each day, VIEWING...It's almost like teevee, isn't it?  Turn us on, see if anything interesting is on, while you smash junk food into your piehole.  It's PORN for weirdos.  Why actually HAVE sex, when you can WATCH sex?  Why get your weirdness gland all torqued up, when you can just look at SOMEONE ELSE'S weirdness, and maybe fart a bit?

What the fuck do You People DO when you're "looking at unread threads"?  There ARE NO unread threads, because nobody's been writing or saying SHIT.  There's maybe THREE people pounding out the Gospel According to the Weird Shit in Their Craniums. 

And now the excuses come:  "I'm too busy" (to post, but not to read), "I'm shaving the cat", "I can't ever think of anything to say" (how about "hello"?), yada yada yada.  Will those excuses save you when The Time comes?  No, they won't.

I FUCKING HATE YOU ALL.  If any of you really loved me, you'd all get yourselves killed in industrial accidents.


Nuff said.  Fucking couch potatos.

[Sita]

"I can't ever think of anything to say" is usually my go to answer for these things. But to be honest it's not true.
I'm usually too afraid to say anything. I've recently come to realize that fear is something that I've let control me far more than I want to admit.

I have a million things in my head. Most of it is absolute rubbish, but there are times that it will make sense. And I write it down for myself, either on paper or online in places I know it won't really be seen.

Then I come here and read. See all the talent and wish I could contribute. I have started commenting more, where I feel safe enough to.

What I do while watching the forums here is usually equally inane. Usually something on Youtube or Facebook.

I'm going to try a very radical thing. Instead of watching people living and doing things I think would be fun, I just might try and doing it myself. Even if it just putting a game in the xbox to play, no matter how much I suck at it. Because waiting for someone else to play it has gotten stale and I've gotten so very bored with it all.

Wonder if I've put my Carnival piece here? Maybe that's a good start.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

"I can't ever think of anything to say" is usually my go to answer for these things. But to be honest it's not true.
I'm usually too afraid to say anything. I've recently come to realize that fear is something that I've let control me far more than I want to admit.

I have a million things in my head. Most of it is absolute rubbish, but there are times that it will make sense. And I write it down for myself, either on paper or online in places I know it won't really be seen.

Then I come here and read. See all the talent and wish I could contribute. I have started commenting more, where I feel safe enough to.

What I do while watching the forums here is usually equally inane. Usually something on Youtube or Facebook.

I'm going to try a very radical thing. Instead of watching people living and doing things I think would be fun, I just might try and doing it myself. Even if it just putting a game in the xbox to play, no matter how much I suck at it. Because waiting for someone else to play it has gotten stale and I've gotten so very bored with it all.

Wonder if I've put my Carnival piece here? Maybe that's a good start.

Go right ahead.

And nobody has ever bitten anyone's head off here for an honest attempt to post content.

[NrrdGrrl]

With a few exceptions (Nigel, Cain, Twid, etc), this here Deth Cult has become something else entirely.  There is no conversation, there is no ranting, there is no ANYTHING.  You shuffle up, watch for something interesting to happen, and then leave.  And why is nothing interesting happening?  Because everyone's waiting for something interesting to happen.

At some point, a whole lot of Discordians became lower case discordians.  You watch and see what OTHER people are doing, instead of doing it yourself.  You can't even be arsed to say "hello".  This is Goddamn BACKSLIDING, and the DOOM that you are bringing on yourself is YOUR fault and nobody else's.

Of course, I'm not talking about people who aren't actually HERE.  Life happens.  But to sit for an hour or so each day, VIEWING...It's almost like teevee, isn't it?  Turn us on, see if anything interesting is on, while you smash junk food into your piehole.  It's PORN for weirdos.  Why actually HAVE sex, when you can WATCH sex?  Why get your weirdness gland all torqued up, when you can just look at SOMEONE ELSE'S weirdness, and maybe fart a bit?

What the fuck do You People DO when you're "looking at unread threads"?  There ARE NO unread threads, because nobody's been writing or saying SHIT.  There's maybe THREE people pounding out the Gospel According to the Weird Shit in Their Craniums. 

And now the excuses come:  "I'm too busy" (to post, but not to read), "I'm shaving the cat", "I can't ever think of anything to say" (how about "hello"?), yada yada yada.  Will those excuses save you when The Time comes?  No, they won't.

I FUCKING HATE YOU ALL.  If any of you really loved me, you'd all get yourselves killed in industrial accidents.


Nuff said.  Fucking couch potatos.

Someone's on his man-period today.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Someone's on his man-period today.

Today? 

I've been on the rag since December of 2002.

[Phox]

There is something that will save you, though. For a given value of "save" of course. First, pack up all your earthly possessions, and mail them to

Doktor D. Jennifer Phox
1060 West Addison Street
Chicago, IL 60613.

Next, tear out your hair, put on sackcloth garments, pick up a King James Bible, and run screaming through the streets. Run in the general direction of the desert. Eventually, you'll find Tuscon. (The sackcloth garments and Bibles are designed to prevent The Good Reverend Roger from recognizing you too quickly. Otherwise, things might go much worse for you than they already will.)

Once you're in Tuscon, of course, there is much more to be done. But, that's not my purview. I'm just here to take your stuff and send you to TGRR Man Yellow salvation.

[Internet Jesus]

I ran a joint meeting between my company's Seattle and Denver offices today, referred to the missing Managers as The Great Leader and the Dear Leader, myself as The Respected Comrade, and the whole thing as a step in the direction o the revolutionary people's goal of Juche.

Does that count or am I just another asshole?

[The Good Reverend Roger]

I ran a joint meeting between my company's Seattle and Denver offices today, referred to the missing Managers as The Great Leader and the Dear Leader, myself as The Respected Comrade, and the whole thing as a step in the direction o the revolutionary people's goal of Juche.

Does that count or am I just another asshole?

Of course, I'm not talking about people who aren't actually HERE.  Life happens.

[Internet Jesus]

But I'm always here, Roger, I just don't login or post from the work computer.  Last thing I'm going to do is provide my corporate overlords with proof positive that little old harmless me is the same guy as that other guy.

[Nephew Twiddleton]

Sita- as a man whos been in the habit of getting wicked hammah'd dood and postin a buncha stoopid fahkin shit... I dont think you really have to be scared. Ive probably said something stupider than you could anyway.

[Phox]

Sita- as a man whos been in the habit of getting wicked hammah'd dood and postin a buncha stoopid fahkin shit... I dont think you really have to be scared. Ive probably said something stupider than you could anyway.

I'm the queen of posting stupid shit. *recalls emo threads* 

[tyrannosaurus vex]

If posting dumb shit on PD was a crime, you would not see me around here at all.


(this is in no way intended to give you fucks an excuse to make posting dumb shit on PD a crime.)

[Phox]

If posting dumb shit on PD was a crime, you would not see me around here at all.


(this is in no way intended to give you fucks an excuse to make posting dumb shit on PD a crime.)

This is true. I think V3X is possibly my king. (No 'fense, v3x.)

[tyrannosaurus vex]

If posting dumb shit on PD was a crime, you would not see me around here at all.


(this is in no way intended to give you fucks an excuse to make posting dumb shit on PD a crime.)

This is true. I think V3X is possibly my king. (No 'fense, v3x.)

um...thanks?

[Phox]

If posting dumb shit on PD was a crime, you would not see me around here at all.


(this is in no way intended to give you fucks an excuse to make posting dumb shit on PD a crime.)

This is true. I think V3X is possibly my king. (No 'fense, v3x.)

um...thanks?

That is possibly the only response one can make to that statement.