Thing about Discordianism…It’s not supposed to be a read-only device. Unlike other religions, it requires that YOU mouth off even more than the preacher man does. It is not television. It is not radio. It is not a book. It is not a “feed bag for the mind”. IT IS NOT AN INPUT DEVICE THAT YOU STRAP ONTO YOUR BRAIN.
Cue the excuses. No, wait, fuck the excuses. If you’ve got time to lurk, you’ve got time to fucking post. If you were busy, you wouldn’t be VIEWING all fucking day, you’d be out doing whatever it is that is making you too busy. If you don’t know what to say, then TRY USING THAT GRAY SHIT BETWEEN YOUR EARS. That’s WHAT IT’S FOR! UNNNNG!
Apparently, I piss people off when I say things like that. Too fucking bad. You NEED to be pissed off, you complacent lumps of Goddamn glorp. Other people get pissed, I have been told, because “they only come by once a month and don’t want to see this shit”. WATCH ME NOT CARE. If we’re only good enough for once a month, then we’re obviously not good enough to worry about what you see when you deign to grace us with your fucking presence every few weeks.
I hate the humans, because they are walking bags of wasted potential. By that definition, most people here are merely human. You’re obviously intelligent, but allowing yourselves to turn into receive-only devices means that you have no advantage over stupid people. You have absolutely no advantage over the people who spend every evening parked in front of the fucking couch, watching America’s Most Inane Home Videos or Haunted Whatever The Fuck It Is This Week.
Either you’re a superior mutant, or you’re a consumer. Being a “consumer”, of course, is not only restricted to buying whatever fucking gizmo that They say you just HAVE to have this week. No. What it IS, is a person who accepts input at all times, regardless of what that input is. It could be whatever trash they’re selling for money, or it could be whatever trash costs you your fucking soul. It could be this fucking rant, for that matter.
Does that piss you off? Are you ANNOYED with The Good Reverend? GOOD. Maybe that will help you WAKE THE FUCK UP and RIP OUT THE GODDAMN FEEDING TUBE that The Spider has installed everywhere, including this damn church. Hate on me all you fucking like, if that helps you GET OFF THE FIGURATIVE COUCH AND START HOLLERING YOUR GUTS UP.
My mother told me, “When the rock hits you, holler.” Well, brothers and sisters, we live in a fucking HAIL STORM of rocks, and I don’t hear many of you hollering. No. I hear you wheezing a little as you view non-existent "new posts".
You now have four (4) choices:
1. You can tell me what your excuses are. I don’t care. You can also tell me that “you have to digest this a bit”. Bullshit. That means you can’t make yourself say anything. Or you can tell me what an asshole I am, and how I’m The Cancer That Is Killing PD. Yeah, right, whatever. The place is fucking terminal anyway.
2. You can pretend you never saw this, and go back to staring at your monitor. Good doggie.
3. You can get mad and leave, like Demosquid. Well, at least you’ll have one less way to lie to yourself, and you might eventually start THINKING FOR YOURSELF, while you bitterly curse my name and tell everyone who killed Discordianism with his angry, howling rants (which were just fine until they were aimed your way). It's still better than convincing yourself that you're not as grey as Jeffrey Dahmer's last date.
4. You can RIP OUT THE FEEDING TUBE and HOWL YOUR GUTS OUT, like the Goddamn mutant you were BORN TO BE. Obviously, this may require working past a little butthurt, so some might not manage it.
If I had my fucking way, I’d fold this piece of shit up and chuck it into the ashcan of Usenet, alongside alt.discordianism and alt.slack, the other great failed attempts. Because it HAS failed…And the CoN didn’t even have to DO anything, because WE DID IT TO OURSELVES.
CONGRATULATIONS, MONKEYS. YOU FUCKED YOURSELF BEFORE THE MACHINE™ COULD FUCK YOU OVER. That’s like a nerdy kid making fun of himself before the Cool Kids could do it.
Way to go.
Or Kill Me Some More.