There is a notion, in some circles, that I am a bad man. Certainly the hicks and wife-beaters and meth-heads around HERE have no love for me, but they don't really count...No, I am talking about certain types of Discordians. One type will tell you that it is wrong to fill up with hate until your brain cracks the thin parts of your skull and everyone with 3 meters gets showered with your festering, diseased brain tissue. The other kind is too busy being cool to really think about much of anything. Shall we deal with them one at a time? Indeed, we shall.
First, to all the "happy children dancing in the wildflowers" Discordians: Your view may have been valid at one time, but that was back in the Reagan years, when there were still wildflowers, and still children not too morbidly obese to dance. WAKE UP, DUMBSHITS! This is NOT the time for hippies! This is not the Nixon Era, it's the Bush Era, and great and hilarious things are happening! Sometimes, they even happen to people you know! Frankly, listening to your hippie shit is like being stabbed by evil, scalpel-wielding monkeys, and then being FUCKED BAREBACK IN THE WOUNDS BY KARL FUCKING ROVE.
But the Bush era is coming to an end, isn't it? Unless he does something really funny, like crown himself emperor, he's going to leave power. And then we're gonna grab him and soak him in kerosene and worthless Canadian whiskey and then we're gonna BURN the fucker and then we're gonna stomp on him as he tries to crawl away over the hypodermic needles and meth pipes of the fucked up vets he helped create, because it's gonna be legal, and then I'm pretty sure he'll die. Some of you may get killed in the chaos, but isn't that a small price to pay for that sort of fun? So smile...it's going to be a better day.
Second, to the tragically cool kind - which is thankfully much rarer, these days - aren't you just a little ashamed of yourselves? I mean, really, you're basically a parasite, feeding your ego from the slack seeping out of the rest of our rectums. No, you're more like a tape worm, a big fat tape worm, the kind that makes people beg to have really big fucking harpoons shot through their torsos. You sap the strength of those around you, looking for admiration and acceptance, or looking to be some sort of leader (among Discordians! HAR HAR!) , but you contribute nothing.
Let me give you a little hint: The Millions of Screaming Yahoos series was not designed to showcase the author, it was designed to display certain types of people, the people that surrounded him. It was not designed to glamorize certain lifestyles, but to show them for the dingy, dreary, awful things they really are. But naturally, you missed the point.
But you've been missing the point for some time now, haven't you? Oh, yes. To your kind, everything is a dominance game, a power struggle in a crowd that is morally opposed to anyone having power. The best part is, your actions dictate your own fates, right? When you are finally done, you will have encysted yourself with buttlickers and shit-slurpers, and you will be unable to escape, because the very same dominance drive which GOT you there will KEEP you there. This applies whether you are the "leader" of a cabal at your local community college, the "head" of a Pagan-esque crowd, or the self-proclaimed "coolest" person on an internet message board.
You are, to the movement, what McDonalds and Starbucks and Barnes and Noble are to the monoculture we live in. But, when we burn down the rest of this shit, will we burn you down with it? Probably not. It would be funnier to watch you at your Starbucks or on the vanilla board of your choice, still surrounded by sycophants, on top, the "winner", but desperately aware that you created your own personal hell.
Naw, just kidding. Only someone that really fucking hated you would do that.
Or kill me.
My mum says I'm cool 8)
Quote from: Lysergic on March 03, 2008, 04:32:46 AM
My mum says I'm cool 8)
Well, given the way she dresses you...she lied.
You know, I'm glad to finally find someone who thinks it's possible to be filled with hate and still be enlightened. :lulz:
Now where did I put that tire iron...
Quote from: Requiem on March 12, 2008, 10:26:14 PM
You know, I'm glad to finally find someone who thinks it's possible to be filled with hate and still be enlightened. :lulz:
Now where did I put that tire iron...
IF IT WAS UP YOUR ASS, YOU'D KNOW WHERE IT WAS. :argh!:
Quote from: Requiem on March 12, 2008, 10:26:14 PM
You know, I'm glad to finally find someone who thinks it's possible to be filled with hate and still be enlightened. :lulz:
Now where did I put that tire iron...
Looking back on this, I don't think it's possible to be enlightened UNLESS you're full of hate.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on May 26, 2008, 06:12:36 AM
Quote from: Requiem on March 12, 2008, 10:26:14 PM
You know, I'm glad to finally find someone who thinks it's possible to be filled with hate and still be enlightened. :lulz:
Now where did I put that tire iron...
Looking back on this, I don't think it's possible to be enlightened UNLESS you're full of hate.
As a peace-loving idealist, I completely agree. I'm full of all sorts of hate, it comes in many different colors, shapes, and toothpaste flavor preferences.
But I'm also stuck on the idea of balance. So where do you stand on being half full of love and half empty of hate?
Quote from: NWC on May 26, 2008, 05:56:25 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on May 26, 2008, 06:12:36 AM
Quote from: Requiem on March 12, 2008, 10:26:14 PM
You know, I'm glad to finally find someone who thinks it's possible to be filled with hate and still be enlightened. :lulz:
Now where did I put that tire iron...
Looking back on this, I don't think it's possible to be enlightened UNLESS you're full of hate.
As a peace-loving idealist, I completely agree. I'm full of all sorts of hate, it comes in many different colors, shapes, and toothpaste flavor preferences.
But I'm also stuck on the idea of balance. So where do you stand on being half full of love and half empty of hate?
Balance is for people who work on high-tension power lines.
The rest of us are better served by running off balance on ice.
Stopping is, of course, for sissies.
There's no need to even think about enlightenment when you're able to write this stuff as it's fucking ace and fantastic and so damned well written and so many other words I can't tell but this is so fucking good.
Quote from: Sepia on May 27, 2008, 02:24:22 AM
There's no need to even think about enlightenment when you're able to write this stuff as it's fucking ace and fantastic and so damned well written and so many other words I can't tell but this is so fucking good.
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