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Then I was right the first time with my thread below, nothing doing to change Mr. Bones' Wild Ride, we were born here and we will die here. I'll get back to doing my shit and ignoring the rules that I think I can get away with ignoring. No sense playing by the established rules if those who set them aren't, I just have to keep my head down when I flip them off.

Sometimes I fall prey to the delusion that things could change, it's comfortable enough, gives me hope enough at times when I need some. The rest of the time I'm busy dancing the dance of Grandfather Nurgle and enjoying the entropy as we all sink on the ship we built together. The slow procession of decay is, at times, too slow for my liking. Still, such is the whim of the Grandfather and Eris herself, though she strikes me as one who is far more in line with Slaanesh. I make a point to only follow the mad gods, as the world itself is mad.

Um.  40K is a work of fiction. 

And so is Discordianism. What of it?

The massive problem with collective action in today's world is the massive oversight that the FBI, NSA, and CIA have over our lives.

Hell yeah. Beats blaming ourselves.

I mean, sure, ignore the very real very police state bullshit world we live in and, yeah, I guess it would be all our faults that we were born in the worst fucking timeline with shitty access to resources.

Note, I never said anything was impossible, but the reality is reality and if we ignore the very real road blocks ahead of us it becomes a one way ticket to having them steam roll us while we try to make any changes. If you have something to add that will grease the wheels of progress, I'm all ears.

Dude, the CIA is not spying on you.  They don't even know you exist.  They have no interest in your "subversive" ideas. 

Your phone IS spying on you, but it's for Amazon and Meta and Blackrock.  They DO have an interest, because they would like to sell you things with your subversive ideas printed on them.

You're paranoid, but you're not paranoid enough.  You worry about all the wrong things, and you are frustrated because The Man is supposedly in the way of you doing things that were largely ineffective way the hell back in the 1960s when the best they could do was listen in on your home phone.

Now you can't drive to the drugstore without being tracked by half a dozen OLRs, and ANYONE can track you with the phone you increasingly can't live without.

They - Amazon, Meta, the 4 remaining owners of all the major grocery stores, whatever - own the ball AND the ball park.  You can do "collective action" all day long, and nobody will care.  Unless you go overboard, in which case you can work for above said megacorps for $0.50/hour in a prison call center so you accumulate good time towards release.

The chance to overturn The Man came and went in 1960.  And, sadly, you can't lure your crush into bed by hollering about the revolution like you could in the good old days.

Eris never promised you freedom.

Eris never promised you good choices.

Eris only pointed out that you can still have a good time, that is, if you're serious about havin' a good time.

Or you can worry about shit you can't change.

That brings up a question:  Who are you trying to save? You can't save the rubes, because they LIKE this shit.  You can't save the poor, because you yourself lack the resources to do so.  You can't even save yourself, because you are part of the system you are bitching about.

Collective action.    You're already doing it.  Just not the way you imagined.

Then I was right the first time with my thread below, nothing doing to change Mr. Bones' Wild Ride, we were born here and we will die here. I'll get back to doing my shit and ignoring the rules that I think I can get away with ignoring. No sense playing by the established rules if those who set them aren't, I just have to keep my head down when I flip them off.

Sometimes I fall prey to the delusion that things could change, it's comfortable enough, gives me hope enough at times when I need some. The rest of the time I'm busy dancing the dance of Grandfather Nurgle and enjoying the entropy as we all sink on the ship we built together. The slow procession of decay is, at times, too slow for my liking. Still, such is the whim of the Grandfather and Eris herself, though she strikes me as one who is far more in line with Slaanesh. I make a point to only follow the mad gods, as the world itself is mad.

The massive problem with collective action in today's world is the massive oversight that the FBI, NSA, and CIA have over our lives.

Hell yeah. Beats blaming ourselves.

I mean, sure, ignore the very real very police state bullshit world we live in and, yeah, I guess it would be all our faults that we were born in the worst fucking timeline with shitty access to resources.

Note, I never said anything was impossible, but the reality is reality and if we ignore the very real road blocks ahead of us it becomes a one way ticket to having them steam roll us while we try to make any changes. If you have something to add that will grease the wheels of progress, I'm all ears.

The massive problem with collective action in today's world is the massive oversight that the FBI, NSA, and CIA have over our lives. Since the 70's we have been subtly and not so subtly been bombarded with propaganda and a slow tightening of the leash in the area of surveillance and what can be done to us legally.

We are little more than slaves, albeit our chains are financial, those behind bars are literally forced into chattel slavery. It's a damning take on 1984, at least in the US. Anti-union propaganda have been so effective that most will either vote against their best interest or be too afraid of repercussions to act.

Still, I see the need for community movement that you espouse, maybe some sort of anti-capitalist armed movement would be enough to bring about some change. Getting the momentum to get something like that off the ground though...maybe in socialist, anarchist, and communist circles it could be done. The stark demonization of those ideas will cause the average person some pause to add to it, however.

Take solace in that statement.

There is no point in fear, instead rejoice! Nothing we do matters and we are a very small and pointless part of 8+ billion people making a race to see who sets off the next big extinction event.

Stop worrying about your job and climbing the ladder, stop worrying about the oncoming wars, stop worrying about the widespread economic collapse that will leave all but the richest wallowing in the mud as little more than slaves to the powers that be. Nothing can be done about that anymore.

Let me say it again for those at the back with their fingers in their ears: NOTHING CAN BE DONE ABOUT THE END ANYMORE!

In a way, it's freeing to know that you have no future, and when it all becomes too much to bare, suicide is always there to catch you. Fuck the repercussions, drink the beer, do the drugs, break the law so long as you can get away with it. We have made it so that there will not be any backtracking from the brink this time, we are fucked and, thus, free!

Maybe we can get some satisfaction if we murder these rich fucks, but even that will not help, not for the real problems. If we wanted to stop all this, we should have started 20-30 years ago. Now it is too late and we are all too short in our respective monetary systems.

Embrace the entropy and the world wide race to making this planet unable to support human life. That isn't to say that there will be nothing after us, but we are cooked.

Lets just enjoy the death we have chosen, shall we?

I like this topic, it managed to drag me out of my lurking.

-I practice magic, mostly chaos magic, but other differently labeled shit as well. It works well for me.
-I dont believe time is liner, nor is it the same everywhere. I feel I notice small time fluctuations in various areas, it makes me wonder.
-I will forever believe that the idea of work is utter bullshit and how we treat labor in the US ought to be considered criminal.

What are your thoughts on retrocausality?  That is, future events affecting the present or past.  (Or present events affecting the past, etc)

You know, I haven't thought much in that direction, but it makes some sense. If our subconscious beliefs can have physical manifestations as chaos magic states, then yeah. The things we do now can affect the past by making alterations to what we discover in the future about the past and have us believe that the past events were truth all along.

Makes me wonder if objective Truth is something that can even exist at all or if we just have to choose the truth that best fits our worldview and roll with it, let the psychic censor filter out everything that doesn't fit or rationalize it into something that does fit our version of reality.

I like this topic, it managed to drag me out of my lurking.

-I practice magic, mostly chaos magic, but other differently labeled shit as well. It works well for me.
-I dont believe time is liner, nor is it the same everywhere. I feel I notice small time fluctuations in various areas, it makes me wonder.
-I will forever believe that the idea of work is utter bullshit and how we treat labor in the US ought to be considered criminal.

IF SO, THEN YOU"RE THE FUCKER WHO STOLE THE REST OF MY CACTUS. 

AND I'LL FIND YOU.

OH, YES.

Waaaait just a second there....that's a Transmetropolitan reference, isn't it?

[AS IT MAY]

When you die, you,Äôre going to regret the things you don,Äôt do. You think you,Äôre queer? I,Äôm going to tell you something, we,Äôre all queer. You think you,Äôre a thief? So what? You get befuddled by a middle-class morality? Get shut of it. Shut it out. You cheated on your girlfriend? You did it, live with it. You fuck little girls, so be it. There,Äôs an absolute morality? May be. And then what? If you think there is, then be that thing. Bad people go to hell? I don,Äôt think so. If you think that way, act that way. A hell exists on earth? Yes. I won,Äôt live in it. That,Äôs me.

You ever take a dump that made you feel like you slept for twelve hours? Or a piss? A great meal fades in reflection. Everything else gains. You know why? Cause it,Äôs only food. This shit we eat, it keeps us going. But it,Äôs only food. The great fucks you may have had. What do you remember about them? I don,Äôt know. For me, I,Äôm saying, what it is, it,Äôs not the orgasm. Her forearms on my neck, something her eyes did. There was a sound she made...or, me, lying, in the, I,Äôll tell you: me lying in bed; the next day we go out and have fun. Then we fool around some more, my balls feel like concrete. Eh?

What I,Äôm saying, what is our life? It,Äôs looking forward or it,Äôs looking back. And that,Äôs our life. That,Äôs it. Where is the moment? And what is it that we,Äôre afraid of? Loss. What else? The bank closes. We get sick, my girlfriend dies in a car accident, the stock market collapsed, the house burnt down; what of these happen? None of ,Äòem. We worry anyway. What does this mean? I,Äôm not secure. How can I be secure? Through amassing wealth beyond all measure? No. And what,Äôs beyond all measure? That,Äôs a sickness. That,Äôs a trap. There is no measure. Only greed.

How can we act? The right way, we would say, to deal with this: ,ÄúThere is a one-in-a-million chance that so and so will happen. Fuck it, it won,Äôt happen to me.,Äù No. We know that is not the right way I think. We say the correct way to deal with this ,ÄúThere is a one-in-so-and-so chance this will happen. God protect me. I am powerless, let not happen to me.,Äù But no to that. I say, there,Äôs something else. What is it? ,ÄúIf it happens, AS IT MAY for that is not within our powers, I will deal with it, just as I do today with what draws my concern today.,Äù I say this is how we must act. I do those things which seem correct to me today. I trust myself. And if security concerns me, I do that which today I think will make me secure. And every day I do that, when the day arrives that I need a reserve, (a) odds are that I have it, and (b) the true reserve is that I have the strength that I have of acting each day without fear. According to the dictates of my mind. Stocks, bonds, objects of art, friends. Now: What are they? An opportunity. To what? To make money? Perhaps. To lose money? Perhaps. To ,Äòindulge,Äô and to ,Äòlearn,Äô about ourselves? Perhaps. So fucking what? What isn,Äôt? They,Äôre an opportunity. That,Äôs all. They,Äôre an event. You walk up to a guy, he makes a call, something gets done, it doesn,Äôt matter, ,ÄúThere,Äôs this person that I,Äôd like you to meet.,Äù What does it mean? What do you want it to mean? Money? Security? Comfort? All it is is THINGS THAT HAPPEN TO YOU. That,Äôs all it is. How are they different? Some poor, newly married guy gets run down by a cab. Some busboy wins the lottery. All it is, it,Äôs a carnival. What,Äôs special, what draws us? We,Äôre all different. We,Äôre not the same. We are not the same.

Hmmm,Ķ

It,Äôs been a long week.

Damn, I had actually forgotten about this.  I'm surpried that you all kept this stupidity alive.

Observant sonovabitch, arent you Majeh?

Yeah, especially so when I decide that I want to be an ass about this sort of thing.

We are all going to fail miserably at life and waste away in the ruins of our once lofty ideals.  Then we will die.  All of us.  Dead. Dead. Dead.

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Majeh,
Slowly working his way up to 50 posts, one spam at a time.

What Eris tastes like? You know, when I die, I hope Eris will let us all ask one question that she will answer truthfully. When I come up, I,Äôm gonna ask ,ÄúEris, what do you taste like?,Äù I,Äôll bet dollars to nickels she says Strawberries.

You can see it, too. She will either lick herself or just take a big ol,Äô bite outta her arm, chew for a bit, and say ,ÄúHuh. I taste delicious.,Äù That,Äôll prolly be her answer, you know. ,ÄúI,Äôm delicious.,Äù And if I get a second request, I,Äôd ask ,ÄúHey, can I get a bit of that?,Äù And she,Äôd be all ,ÄúYou know, I,Äôm not even sure if that,Äôs blasphemous, but hey, what,Äôs a little arm meat between friends. It,Äôs not like I haven,Äôt had my fair share of eating YOU.,Äù And we,Äôd have this nifty cannibal picnic, laughing, drinking the blood of Fluffly Bunnies (Local winery, don,Äôt,Äôcha know?) and eating each other. I happen to know my soul tastes like chocolate, and she will taste like Strawberries, and those are two great tastes that taste great together.