NAFR Jihad Sermon 12

[Irreverend Hugh, KSC]

Sermon on Eristicism 12
The Nature of the Thing; Rage against the toaster

"Your scorn for mediocrity blinds you to its vast primitive power. You stand in the glare of your own brilliance, unable to see into the dim corners of the room, to dilate your eyes and see the potential dangers of the mass, the wad of humanity. Even as I tell you this, dear student, you cannot quite believe that lesser men, in whatever numbers, can really defeat you. But we are in the age of the mediocre man. He is dull, colorless, boring -- but inevitably victorious. The amoeba outlives the tiger because it divides and continues in its immortal monotony. The masses are the final tyrants. See how, in the arts, Kabuki wanes and withers while popular novels of violence and mindless action swamp the mind of the mass reader. And even in that timid genre, no author dares to produce a genuinely superior man as his hero, for in his rage of shame the mass man will send his yojimbo, the critic, to defend him. The roar of the plodders is inarticulate, but deafening. They have no brain, but they have a thousand arms to grasp and clutch at you, drag you down."
-Trevanian

The only thing most SubGenii have in common is that they're ALL DIFFERENT -- and they have NOTHING in common with the C.O.N.S.P.I.R.A.C.Y.!!(Cliques of Normals Secretly Planning Insidious Rituals Aimed At Controlling You) The SubGenius, because it does not "fit in," is actually better than anyone else
-Reverend Ivan Stang (The CoSG)

"Falling can't hurt. Now landing, that's a different matter. One must know how to land."

Cthulhu got you down again? The Christians knocked at your door one too many saturdays? Tired of the endless tirades of the moron majority trying to tread over your freedom of thought? Sick of all the endless prattle of politicians going on in an interminable mass of mental diarrhea about how safe and secure they are making the world when you can't even be assured a job that pays you enough money to survive on?
It is the Land of Thud, my friends. And we are living in it. Only YOU can do something about it, with or without your friends. But what do you do when you are sick of it all? What gets you to sleep again after nights of insomnia?

We all deal with this mess and it gets us all enraged from time to time. Many times that rage, if you are being stupid, can lead you to do all sorts of DUMB things. But many other times that rage can be useful, like when you need to smite greys/pinks for crossing your lines, or simply for getting in your way. This rage is like your shadow, your dark companion who sits in the back of your unconscious waiting for you to give it a job. Eventually, if left out of work for too long, that companion will rise up and take over. Hey! Before you get so judgmental on your little monster inside, remember that we all need to survive and have a right to do so.

This shadow self, this shiftless part of yourself can keep you out of harm's way many times when you get swamped by the forces of DUMB...when it looks like it's all over and fun will no longer be had, at least in this life. It is a trained assassin that mercilessly scopes out the situation in a second and snaps you into operation. It is the spark of anger that grows into a raging jake that eventually converts itself into laughter. It is the thing that keeps you awake and full of loathing for the forces of stupidity that have kept humanity locked in unrelenting fear for as long as we can account for, at least for as long as we have even known. (Due to vast memory holes we can't imagine life could have been any other way.)

Despite all this and despite the fact that you can trust the rage if you get to know it, DO NOT underestimate the forces of stupidity. They outnumber you vastly and will smite you at a moment's notice just for even the suspicion that you don't believe what THEY believe. Just as evolution allows for a certain advantage to you, if you can use your intelligence, you should remember that evolution also allows an advantage for those who can reproduce in greater numbers. We could very well be DOOMED, my friends. But we have a fighting chance. We could tip the balance. Or perhaps we will get lucky and the forces of stupidity, the societies of DUMB, will simply kill each other off. (This is why your intelligence, or free thought, weirdness, or Erisianism, should be as nondescript and undetectable as possible to DUMB when you go out amongst THEM in their societies.) If THAT happens, one should hope that enough of us can survive. BUT we can only see about that if and when that does happen. Perhaps if we can blow many more minds than ever before, we will increase our chances in any event. (We can use both evolutionary scenarios to our advantage.) Who knows but Eris? And She ain't talking because WE have our own minds.

That's the nature of the thing. This thing called humanity. This fog of stupidity punctuated occasionally by the shining lights of a glowing pineal gland after the chain reaction of your mind going kaboom. Or I could be lying.

Perhaps you should forget that you ever read this.

-Irreverend Hugh, KSC
Facilitator of the Kitten Arming Department;
Chairperson of the Erisian Liberation Front (not to be confused with the Erisian Liberation Front);
and Co-Episkopos of the DSSS/PMM

[delivered to the cabal on march.2.2005]

[Cain]

Hmm, that completely summed up my feelings a few days ago.  I luckily didnt do anything stupid, but it was tempting.  Then again, I am in for the long haul, I dont exactly want to have to stick to the jakes that are possible from inside a prison cell.

[Horab Fibslager]

i already forgot... hey is that a toaster?

[gnimbley]

No. It is the latest model Microsoft/GE/Time Warner/Chinese Military©
New Millenium® Toaster Oven and you need one for your Martha
Stewert© American Gothic® Kitchen.

[agent compassion]

RAH!

[Zurtok Khan]

No Hugh, you're wrong.

Uhh...what was I saying again?

[agent compassion]

No it's absolutely perfect.

Carry on, Irreverend!  

[Eldora, Oracle of Alchemy]

Christians don't knock on my door anymore.

"I have my goddess, I don't need your god"

Xian: "Are you going to heaven?"
Hubby: "yep"
X: "How do you know?
H: "Because I killed for god and country."

In the 1930's, the hoboes used to write signs on mailboxes or on the road.  There were signs for, here's a sucker that will feed you and here's a moron who will shoot you, stuff like that.  The last time Xians came to my door, I found a little pencil drawn symbol on the frame of my door the next day  

Don't make me get Jungian on your ass  

Very nice.  I think I read something.  Now I can't..quite...Pie, I believe it is time for PIE!!!

PIE!!!!