It's a strange ride some times. Strange Times we're riding in, as Cramulus told me. That's life, that's part of the trip we're all on, one way or another, and we all know what we think of those who try to tell themselves otherwise.
It's sucked down like koolaid with morphine and a euthanasia chaser, CNN telling you about an earthquake in botswana while the water rises outside.
It makes me want to scream like how we can drop tons of corn on Africa at the drop of a hat, but still have people freeze on street corners. We can't smell our own shit, we like our own brand, and apparently that makes us fucking blind to the festering boil right under the chin of the body politic. It's like one on some fat gluttonous fuck who just keeps stuffing down greasy food, pleased as a pig in a room of shit. Religion crawled into that boil, trying to cure the sins of man, and died, now the foul puss is talking and preaching. Civil service, carried into it like blood plasma and rotted alongside.
Bust the fucker with a pickaxe, sterilize it with fire and chemicals, stomp and squeeze it out until only patriotic blood runs clean behind it again. A pitted scar is better than suffering the filth to be supported.
I don't know where it's all going PD, but I'm starting to feel like I'm SANE again.
(http://i476.photobucket.com/albums/rr126/TGRR/IMG000041.jpg)
Stupid Bloody Tuesday.
:lulz: and :mittens:
(but, hey! I love Rog's green shirt!)
There is a structural similarity drawn between a human mind and this cultural contraption we're all operating.
A city can be like a person,
or a nation can be like a person,
or a culture can be like a person.
We're red blood cells in this giant amalgymated intelligence, this hivemind. All of our individual actions are like the competing drives and conflicted thoughts of some giant unseen creature.
Well I think that creature has schizophrenia, or some other mental disease*. She's hearing voices. She's too big, the stress is too much, the tentacles are in too many pies.
Hail Eris
*if mental disorders are defined as deviations from the norm, what the hell is the norm when we're talking about gigantic collective intelligences?
There is no norm, much less standard deviation I can see for the wailing infantile construct that is a community. (Much less the headbanging retard of a national superpower.)
The mental illness analogy is apt, but it's also described by levels of functionality. Just saying "How different is it?" does us little good with such a small representative sample, so "What can it do?" may be a more valuable question.
I think the real question is sometimes:
Are you breaking IN?
or
Are you breaking OUT?
And how far are you willing to go in any extreme? Again that "Into the Wild" movie comes to mind. Divorcing what you've always known can be a strange symptom of individuality. I think a lot of humans need connectivity in order to survive.
Also, if you've been without community by choice or circumstance, sometimes it's the only goal you have--re-obtaining it and suffering though it (again) just to feel and move and breathe without fear of consequence. That's how I felt when I "divorced" Christianity. The limits held me safe in their grasp, and without them, I was more lost than when I was in it fighting my way out.
It reminds me of "Dark City", where they break through the wall, and find only the yawning blackness of space. You break away from everything, you get around to finding nothing.
Chapel Perilous.
Anybody seen "pootie tang"? It is my new revolutionary inspiration.
Sa-da-tey!
I think I need to watch it over and over again!
Quote from: Jenne on October 27, 2009, 05:51:41 PM
I think the real question is sometimes:
Are you breaking IN?
or
Are you breaking OUT?
There is no "in" or "out". There is only your 80 or so years, and how you choose to live. Will you be a sheep, or a mouse living in the cracks, or some Godawful abomination that stomps around puking on the carpet and shitting all over what Decent Folk™ hold to be right and good?
But they aren't decent folk, are they? And what they hold to be good and right would be
improved by a coating of good old honest poop. This is a fundamentally ill society, Jenne, and being a good citizen in such a place is a fatal mutation.
You can't get "out", you can only fix what's fixable and lay waste to the rest with fire and wrath.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on October 28, 2009, 06:11:53 PM
Quote from: Jenne on October 27, 2009, 05:51:41 PM
I think the real question is sometimes:
Are you breaking IN?
or
Are you breaking OUT?
There is no "in" or "out". There is only your 80 or so years, and how you choose to live. Will you be a sheep, or a mouse living in the cracks, or some Godawful abomination that stomps around puking on the carpet and shitting all over what Decent Folk™ hold to be right and good?
But they aren't decent folk, are they? And what they hold to be good and right would be improved by a coating of good old honest poop. This is a fundamentally ill society, Jenne, and being a good citizen in such a place is a fatal mutation.
You can't get "out", you can only fix what's fixable and lay waste to the rest with fire and wrath.
This is true--I think for me it's the perception of what your brain tells you so it doesn't have to face what's really going on. What I meant was that either way, you're in it, whether you perceive you are or you don't.
Quote from: Jenne on October 27, 2009, 02:27:52 PM
:lulz: and :mittens:
(but, hey! I love Rog's green shirt!)
Can't see it. Will look at it at home.
Quote from: Nigel on October 28, 2009, 08:47:53 AM
Anybody seen "pootie tang"? It is my new revolutionary inspiration.
Is Wanda Sykes in it?
Yeah, I've seen it.
Quote from: Jenne on October 28, 2009, 06:25:54 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on October 28, 2009, 06:11:53 PM
Quote from: Jenne on October 27, 2009, 05:51:41 PM
I think the real question is sometimes:
Are you breaking IN?
or
Are you breaking OUT?
There is no "in" or "out". There is only your 80 or so years, and how you choose to live. Will you be a sheep, or a mouse living in the cracks, or some Godawful abomination that stomps around puking on the carpet and shitting all over what Decent Folk™ hold to be right and good?
But they aren't decent folk, are they? And what they hold to be good and right would be improved by a coating of good old honest poop. This is a fundamentally ill society, Jenne, and being a good citizen in such a place is a fatal mutation.
You can't get "out", you can only fix what's fixable and lay waste to the rest with fire and wrath.
This is true--I think for me it's the perception of what your brain tells you so it doesn't have to face what's really going on. What I meant was that either way, you're in it, whether you perceive you are or you don't.
I have very smart men working for me. They do their job, they live their lives, and they don't ask questions about things they can't change. It's a survival thing.
Me, I'm a fucking idiot. I am a monkey that just HAS to see, HAS to know, I can't stand anything less than the unadulterated truth, and it probably won't end well.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on October 28, 2009, 06:30:23 PM
Quote from: Jenne on October 28, 2009, 06:25:54 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on October 28, 2009, 06:11:53 PM
Quote from: Jenne on October 27, 2009, 05:51:41 PM
I think the real question is sometimes:
Are you breaking IN?
or
Are you breaking OUT?
There is no "in" or "out". There is only your 80 or so years, and how you choose to live. Will you be a sheep, or a mouse living in the cracks, or some Godawful abomination that stomps around puking on the carpet and shitting all over what Decent Folk™ hold to be right and good?
But they aren't decent folk, are they? And what they hold to be good and right would be improved by a coating of good old honest poop. This is a fundamentally ill society, Jenne, and being a good citizen in such a place is a fatal mutation.
You can't get "out", you can only fix what's fixable and lay waste to the rest with fire and wrath.
This is true--I think for me it's the perception of what your brain tells you so it doesn't have to face what's really going on. What I meant was that either way, you're in it, whether you perceive you are or you don't.
I have very smart men working for me. They do their job, they live their lives, and they don't ask questions about things they can't change. It's a survival thing.
Me, I'm a fucking idiot. I am a monkey that just HAS to see, HAS to know, I can't stand anything less than the unadulterated truth, and it probably won't end well.
Nope, not well at all. But you don't do it for the Happy Endings
TM, do you?
Quote from: Jenne on October 28, 2009, 06:32:59 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on October 28, 2009, 06:30:23 PM
Quote from: Jenne on October 28, 2009, 06:25:54 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on October 28, 2009, 06:11:53 PM
Quote from: Jenne on October 27, 2009, 05:51:41 PM
I think the real question is sometimes:
Are you breaking IN?
or
Are you breaking OUT?
There is no "in" or "out". There is only your 80 or so years, and how you choose to live. Will you be a sheep, or a mouse living in the cracks, or some Godawful abomination that stomps around puking on the carpet and shitting all over what Decent Folk™ hold to be right and good?
But they aren't decent folk, are they? And what they hold to be good and right would be improved by a coating of good old honest poop. This is a fundamentally ill society, Jenne, and being a good citizen in such a place is a fatal mutation.
You can't get "out", you can only fix what's fixable and lay waste to the rest with fire and wrath.
This is true--I think for me it's the perception of what your brain tells you so it doesn't have to face what's really going on. What I meant was that either way, you're in it, whether you perceive you are or you don't.
I have very smart men working for me. They do their job, they live their lives, and they don't ask questions about things they can't change. It's a survival thing.
Me, I'm a fucking idiot. I am a monkey that just HAS to see, HAS to know, I can't stand anything less than the unadulterated truth, and it probably won't end well.
Nope, not well at all. But you don't do it for the Happy EndingsTM, do you?
HAPPYhttp://msnbcmedia.msn.com/j/MSNBC/Components/Slideshows/_production/ss-091028-peshawar-blast/ss-091028-peshawar-blast-07.ss_full.jpg
HAPPY
*cue cries of woe and anguish ripping the world's so-called peace to shreds*
Quote from: Jenne on October 28, 2009, 06:36:27 PM
*cue cries of woe and anguish ripping the world's so-called peace to shreds*
That kid didn't deserve that.
The look on the father's face tells me he knows that.
This is what happens when you let monkeys run a planet.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on October 28, 2009, 06:37:42 PM
Quote from: Jenne on October 28, 2009, 06:36:27 PM
*cue cries of woe and anguish ripping the world's so-called peace to shreds*
That kid didn't deserve that.
The look on the father's face tells me he knows that.
This is what happens when you let monkeys run a planet.
Thus it ever was, and every will be. The more we pretend it's not, the more it becomes just so.
Quote from: Jenne on October 28, 2009, 06:47:57 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on October 28, 2009, 06:37:42 PM
Quote from: Jenne on October 28, 2009, 06:36:27 PM
*cue cries of woe and anguish ripping the world's so-called peace to shreds*
That kid didn't deserve that.
The look on the father's face tells me he knows that.
This is what happens when you let monkeys run a planet.
Thus it ever was, and every will be. The more we pretend it's not, the more it becomes just so.
CRAP! Either we do better, or destroy ourselves.
LEARN OR DIE.
I will tolerate nothing in between.
Why limit yourself? We can do both :lulz:
Quote from: P3nT4gR4m on October 28, 2009, 06:55:48 PM
Why limit yourself? We can do both :lulz:
We will do both. But in which order?
TGRR,
No Century For Timid Men.
No Country for Old Men and No Century for Timid Men...I think I feel some slack coming on, Rog.
Can we maybe not post pics of dead babies and their grieving families?
Sorry for being oversensitive, but that shit makes me really, really sad.
Which, of course, is kind of the point.
Quote from: Nigel on October 28, 2009, 07:38:16 PM
Can we maybe not post pics of dead babies and their grieving families?
Sorry for being oversensitive, but that shit makes me really, really sad.
For what it's worth, the kid lived.
And yeah, it made me sad, too. I will attempt to refrain from such things, however, I AM going to do something with that pic tonight. No, not some sick fucking WOMP, I have another idea.
Also, why aren't the people around that guy howling in rage?
What the hell is wrong with people?
Quote from: LMNO on October 28, 2009, 07:41:41 PM
Which, of course, is kind of the point.
Yeah, it's really helpful to show graphic images of horrible things to people who ALREADY KNOW.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on October 28, 2009, 07:46:00 PM
Quote from: Nigel on October 28, 2009, 07:38:16 PM
Can we maybe not post pics of dead babies and their grieving families?
Sorry for being oversensitive, but that shit makes me really, really sad.
For what it's worth, the kid lived.
And yeah, it made me sad, too. I will attempt to refrain from such things, however, I AM going to do something with that pic tonight. No, not some sick fucking WOMP, I have another idea.
I'm glad to know the kid survived.
Chapter 5
Life is unfair, wear a helmet.
The wise spag wears a helmet, but also drops hammers.
Anything could be a punchline.
Even the wise spag gets punched.
Chaos never ends!
Even its vacuum has a presence.
To struggle against it,
is like pissing in the wind.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on October 28, 2009, 07:47:19 PM
Also, why aren't the people around that guy howling in rage?
What the hell is wrong with people?
Either they railed and ranted already, are getting ready to but are in shock, or they realize it does no fucking good. The kid is damaged either way.
Is there a chapter about asking nicely for what you want, because your friend might just listen and grant it to you out of compassion?
If there isn't, maybe there should be.
Quote from: Nigel on October 28, 2009, 08:13:37 PM
Is there a chapter about asking nicely for what you want, because your friend might just listen and grant it to you out of compassion?
If there isn't, maybe there should be.
Sorry, you want I should remove the pic?
TGRR,
Dense as neutronium, and almost as smart.
Done.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on October 28, 2009, 08:17:04 PM
Quote from: Nigel on October 28, 2009, 08:13:37 PM
Is there a chapter about asking nicely for what you want, because your friend might just listen and grant it to you out of compassion?
If there isn't, maybe there should be.
Sorry, you want I should remove the pic?
TGRR,
Dense as neutronium, and almost as smart.
Oh, I didn't mean for you to do that. Just not post any more of them. I was replying to LMNO's "tough cookies" schtick. But thank you!
Quote from: Nigel on October 28, 2009, 09:27:17 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on October 28, 2009, 08:17:04 PM
Quote from: Nigel on October 28, 2009, 08:13:37 PM
Is there a chapter about asking nicely for what you want, because your friend might just listen and grant it to you out of compassion?
If there isn't, maybe there should be.
Sorry, you want I should remove the pic?
TGRR,
Dense as neutronium, and almost as smart.
Oh, I didn't mean for you to do that. Just not post any more of them. I was replying to LMNO's "tough cookies" schtick. But thank you!
You're welcome. I was shooting for the gut, but I don't want to drive anyone out of the thread.
I feel a little different about it, now that I know the kid's not dead.
I'm kinda scratching my head over the back story which is making a lot of this go over my head. Care to fill me in on the events leading up to the photograph? I got a feeling it's gonna make me pissed. I'm in the mood for pissed.
Quote from: P3nT4gR4m on October 28, 2009, 11:08:56 PM
I'm kinda scratching my head over the back story which is making a lot of this go over my head. Care to fill me in on the events leading up to the photograph? I got a feeling it's gonna make me pissed. I'm in the mood for pissed.
Massive bombing in Peshawar, Pakistan. Busy marketplace, early morning.
Just another day.
Damn, that shit makes me sad. But it also makes me feel something better. It makes me angry. And anger is good.