ALL I HAVE TO SAY.

[Bruno]

I live about 30-40 miles from where they  Hee-Haw. A friend of mine's dad was their coke dealer.

The show makes a lot more sense when you understand that everybody on the show except Grandpa Jones was fried out of their gourd on cocaine.

[Anna Mae Bollocks]

I live about 30-40 miles from where they  Hee-Haw. A friend of mine's dad was their coke dealer.

The show makes a lot more sense when you understand that everybody on the show except Grandpa Jones was fried out of their gourd on cocaine.

Holy FUCK. Why did this never occur to me?

[Q. G. Pennyworth]

For some reason the dad getting shot by the other family was more horrifying to me. Everyone was just trying so hard to survive somehow and they finally made it to hospitals and maybe? No. No you can just get shot and die because someone else is eating what's left of a cow that used to belong to you and there's nothing anyone can do about it. And that's the end of you. Good job planning ahead and protecting your family, guy! You get shot and they all die horribly anyway! Nothing you did ever mattered!

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

Nothing ever looked the same after I saw that movie. It was one thing to be afraid of nuclear war, it was another thing to be shown what it looked like.

[P3nT4gR4m]

Alternatively, if you want to see a beautiful depiction of nuclear holocaust, watch When the Wind Blows

All of these movies have kind of lost their edge nowadays, tho, given that we're not fully expecting to have a nuclear war any time in the next couple of days. Coincidentally, this was the main reason I have never believed democracy is something we want to be allowing to happen. This was, seriously, the best idea these stupid bastards could come up with. I'd stab a politician in the throat a long time before I'd consider voting to give him the power to engage in this kind of dumbfuckery 

[navkat]

Nothing ever looked the same after I saw that movie. It was one thing to be afraid of nuclear war, it was another thing to be shown what it looked like.

*shudder*

[Cainad (dec.)]

It makes the current bogeyman of Terrorism seem pale in comparison... but in that same way, all the more insidious.

How do you show people the madness of a world driven to reckless paranoia by terrorism, in a way that persuades them of the need to keep things in perspective? Terrorism isn't exactly the gaping abyss of humanity's doom that nuclear holocaust is, so the Fear can be endless recycled.

In nuclear holocaust, death is a certainty. From terrorism, death is a possibility. A chance, if you will. And people often get addicted to games of chance.


I don't know where I'm going with this. Something about how the world at large became full of people who needed so badly to be right, that they were willing to do more than merely kill their enemies. They reached farther and farther for weapons until they found the pulsing heart of annihilation, a heart which beats but once.

And when they looked into the merciless light of the abyss, Death stared back at them, naked and terrifying. Death, stripped of the decorative raiments we normally force it to wear before it enters our domain. Raiments like "honor" and "glory" and "fighting for our children's future," all burned away. We saw, for the first time, what The End really looked like, and realized that all the stories were wrong.

So their will was broken, those who had dared to fling open Death's front door and beat their chests, screaming "I AIN'T CHICKEN!" What was left were broken fools that had to retreat into power fantasies to keep away the vision of what they had seen. They had found a way to kill the monsters so hard that it would make no difference. So they looked for smaller monsters.

A quivering idiot in a padded cell, playing out gory fantasies with dolls in lieu of the horrors he's seen.


Cainad,
maybe needs to be getting more sleep

[P3nT4gR4m]

It makes the current bogeyman of Terrorism seem pale in comparison... but in that same way, all the more insidious.

How do you show people the madness of a world driven to reckless paranoia by terrorism, in a way that persuades them of the need to keep things in perspective? Terrorism isn't exactly the gaping abyss of humanity's doom that nuclear holocaust is, so the Fear can be endless recycled.

In nuclear holocaust, death is a certainty. From terrorism, death is a possibility. A chance, if you will. And people often get addicted to games of chance.


I don't know where I'm going with this. Something about how the world at large became full of people who needed so badly to be right, that they were willing to do more than merely kill their enemies. They reached farther and farther for weapons until they found the pulsing heart of annihilation, a heart which beats but once.

And when they looked into the merciless light of the abyss, Death stared back at them, naked and terrifying. Death, stripped of the decorative raiments we normally force it to wear before it enters our domain. Raiments like "honor" and "glory" and "fighting for our children's future," all burned away. We saw, for the first time, what The End really looked like, and realized that all the stories were wrong.

So their will was broken, those who had dared to fling open Death's front door and beat their chests, screaming "I AIN'T CHICKEN!" What was left were broken fools that had to retreat into power fantasies to keep away the vision of what they had seen. They had found a way to kill the monsters so hard that it would make no difference. So they looked for smaller monsters.

A quivering idiot in a padded cell, playing out gory fantasies with dolls in lieu of the horrors he's seen.


Cainad,
maybe needs to be getting more sleep

That stung like poetry, man!

[LMNO]

Cainad, you need to write more often.

[Cainad (dec.)]

Cainad, you need to write more often.

Thanks; if I was in better practice that might have had a little more flow. It felt very jagged, coming out of my brain.

My head hurts, my stomach feels gurgly, and I'm running on less sleep than usual. And I spent the day catching up on the latest of PD.com's merciless efforts to show me what the world I live in is actually like. All that seems to help with the word-making.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

Is was goooood.

[navkat]

Well-written, Cainad.

I disagree, though. This past few years, I've been faced with a lot of the dark, ugly side of people...just shit that pretty much fucked up my head and shut up my whore mouth, whining about silly shit like "justice" and things not being "fair."

It it this: there are people who are the aggressor not because they were bullied, are afraid of being seen as chicken or any other fears inherent to the Human Condition. Maybe some are but I think it's possible even most of the time, that's not the case...

No, mostly when someone is being aggressive, they're doing it for all those seemingly-2-dimensional cartoony reasons Skelletor did it to He-Man, Mum-ra did it to Lion-o, Dr. Claw did it to Inspector Gadget: to win. To get something. To overpower. Because they're evil.

No one was afraid of being chicken. Dropping The Bomb is a conversation ender. We Win. Booya. You tried, you lost. Ha ha. We win and you can't do shit about it, now suck my dick and make me a sammich, bitch.

It doesn't matter who's right.
Fair doesn't matter.
Might makes right.
The bad guy usually wins because he's willing to be ruthless.

Do you know what a lot of ruthless bastards say after they raped and beaten someone to death or strangled someone?

"Things just got out of hand."

"I didn't think I hit her that hard."

"It was just a little push. He was pushing me back but things got out of hand. I didn't expect..."

This is a really difficult thing for someone who cares about others to grasp. It makes me a little sick. It makes me want to hide somewhere and check out and just go to sleep for a few years.

For whatever reason, I can't do that. I feel it necessary to keep the dim light shining: batteries draining, cone of illumination ever shrinking. Every once it awhile it goes out and I have to smack the thing with my hand to keep it running. We must...if we don't, no one will.

But they're going to win anyway.

[Cainad (dec.)]