think for yourself schmuck

[Horab Fibslager]

...it's your own trip so be my guest but please be advised that there is a warnign on that one...
-soem guy during woodstock. allegedly.



think for yoruself shmuck

-or-

you took to much too much man youo took to much man too much ...chew on a pineal gland...
- fear and loathign right inside yoru own skull.

-or-

...buy the ticket, take the trip...
-hst, on soemthing i forget.


So you've read the principia discordia and immidiately dismissed it as bullshit. you're hating on everyone who calls themselves a discordian or hangs out at discordian websites, encluding yoruself, because you hate hypocrites and you hate yourself.

or because you suck at life mroe than you suck at whatever it is you're currently deluding yoruself into beleiving your good at. or whatever.
if you're not on what 'm on a bout don't worry, neither am i. nevertheless, you've missed the mso timportant truth of th eprincipia discordia, which will not be revealed here. you'll have to find that one yoruself.

easy for you to say! you don't REALLY know. there probaly is no secret! it's all busllhit!

maybe, but mayb eit didn't make you giggle the first read through, or tantalize the ol thinking processes jsut a bit. maybe it didn't start a slow but cascading, and eventually catalcysmic reaction inyour brain chemeistry  that eventually resulted in being liek an arrow shto straigh tto hell.
that's a metaphysical metaphor btw, for teh direction one's life is sent when one starts opening one's eyes and lookign about.

iinvariably, the variables will completely fuckign confuse you. mr mother fuckign mammamoto's nose? who teh fuck cares who ate it? his brother mr momamotoa te it? no correction,  it was in fact mr. mamamoto who ate his own nose. or was it hsi brothers? and you drink coffeee for teh temperature and the sweetness of the sugar adn ceam, not the flavour. obviously. even if cold coffee is disgusting, frapacino's aside, consider that that damned pink bopok that you hide everytime someone comes over, (or possibly have long ago hidden or destroyed, preferably shat upon then  burnt) did tickle your head just a bit. maybe you still consider what hte answer may b eto the mathematical propostition forwarded in one aspect of the book which i do not care to reference by page number nor by paragraph title, if one should exist.

consider that for all teh half truths, and lies, outright, obsecene and admitted to underneath, but in juxtapostion(maybe, i forget- fuck it) to the allegedy lie blasphemy or urgings to porcreate your own species or that of otheer species, was not only a gag, but a badly planned shit disturber for th efrotnal lobe of that lovely sub molecular machine encased in that thick skull fo yours.

there is a 700 word limit
-the rules

i don't know i fi'm coming clsoe here or not, but let's say i've repealed the law that bind men and women together and keep tehm apart for the moment, and then sell the word limit into human slavery. consider that we are not only not free, but we are each destined, fated even to ahve to make teh choices we make, lament tha this is not how it's sposed top be and curse free choice. this is teh predestination we are dmaned with. this is yoru mother speaking.

you see we are not anymore alive than a car or a motehrfucking toaster is alive. we are machines. you coudl say we are the cadilac, the mercedes benz of real ultimate power, the ultimate species which controls all of us robots, the genome.

if you obey justice, move zig
-katz

this monster of a motherfucker is so unliek and alien to understanding in terms of thinking, reporducing , and doing whatever it is that they/it/she/he yo momma! does, that you will undoubtedly have better luck proving the existence of wmd's in iraq, that aliens control teh jewish nazi bankers which paid the republican party to crash that plane into the wtc on september eleventh whatever the fuck year it was, and the existence of god and his or her or whaetver gender specification yor prefer and the damn things direct interevention into our lives on a daily basis, including the horror that is touched by an angel(WEEEEEOOOOOOO!!!!)


so if i may digress, and get abck to teh matter before us, we are here, wherever we may be temporally, we aare here in this place, these forums, digitally, how we came here? probaly looking for someone to talk abotu this damend book, teh principia discordia. alot of us by now have realized that there's not much to it, and have added. some of us have felt slieghted by this inanimate object, bound in pink or yellow, and have sought to tear it down. others, simply come fo rthe cookies and pie. who are we to judge or strike them down?

talk about jesus christ as if you know the reasons why, and he did it all for you... - perfect circle

you see if jesus did come up in this motehrfucker, hed be like i forgive you, and then he'd use hsi uber powers of wrathfulness to turn us into dust, for the bible tells me so. either way, no one gets otu of here alive. so greet death smiling, and blow that ol whore a kiss. she's only doing her job like 9 out of every ten cops on the beat. get over it. we're all hurtlnig through space on this motehrfucking rock tryign to figure out double yoo tee eff is goign on, how to get ahead, for ebtter or worse, at our own expense or others. this is the tao, there's no getting around it, no confinining it further than the confinement already imposed by the soup we  swim through daily, and the time we're condemend to serve here, by our jailor, the universe. damanable as it mayu be, wether you beelive in i tor not, it is the way it is, adn that' sjst how it is. bitch and whine, it doesnt' give a damn, not because it's cruel, or mena, but because it simply is what it is.

"The most thoroughly and relentlessly Damned, banned, excluded, condemned, forbidden, ostracized, ignore, suppressed, repressed, robbed, brutalized and defamed of all Damned Things is the individual human being. The social engineers, statistician, psychologist, sociologists, market researchers, landlords, bureaucrats, captains of industry, bankers, governors, commissars, kings and presidents are perpetually forcing this Damned Thing into carefully prepared blueprints and perpetually irritated that the Damned Thing will not fit into the slot assigned it. The theologians call it a sinner and try to reform it. The governor calls it a criminal and tries to punish it. the psychologist calls it a neurotic and tries to cure it. Still, the Damned Thing will not fit into their slots. -robert anton wilson writing as hagbard celine in the illuminatus trilogy.


there is no maybe anywhere.

[Irreverend Hugh, KSC]

Damn.

You win the rant award.

[fluffy]

disclaimer: hugh is not a judge in the official contest

just saying

[Horab Fibslager]

i hoep it encoruages the field to become a bit stronger.

a coupel decent entires followed mine.

[Zurtok Khan]

WTF?  I was going to post an entry (if I ever found the time) but now, what's the point?  Good fucking rant man, really.  No, really I mean it.  One of the best I've ever read anywhere, EVAR.

[LMNO]

WTF?  I was going to post an entry (if I ever found the time) but now, what's the point?  Good fucking rant man, really.  No, really I mean it.  One of the best I've ever read anywhere, EVAR.

Ok, Zurtok, it was good; but i mean, really: