Thing is, everyone thinks prophets tell you about the world or the future or whatnot. This is false. All manner of assholes are perfectly willing to trot right up with their opinions, their views, and their utopian big fucking ideas that never work. Rush Limbaugh, for example, is not a prophet.
No, Nigel and I are prophets, because a prophet doesn't TELL you about things, prophets BECOME things, and then demonstrate the world and how it works. This can really make the prophet(s) in question look like the world's biggest asshole. There are reasons for that.
For example, I have over the last 6 months or so become my job. I'm that end of corporate America that has a bit of axle grease on it, more technical than suit. I literally can no longer even imagine life without the disaster-a-day mania that I currently experience. As such, I may seem a little off kilter. A tad stressed, perhaps. Stuffed full of pills that hardly work anymore, the drugs are fucking useless, and my relief valves are beginning to whistle a bit. Keep clear, I have been de-rated as a pressure vessel.
Then there's Nigel. Not-Corporate Empress of Portlandia, artist extrordinaire. Single mother of three, trying desperately to keep the mortgage nailed down, kids fed, AND improve her lot in life by doing all that shit while going to school. If any of you had half the balls she has, you'd have twice as many as you think you have. Shit, she has it ten times tougher than even *I* do, and she has her shit in slightly better condition than I do...But she, too, is beginning to feel the unique pressure of being a living exemplar of the modern American™ experience.
Prophets by definition are different than most of you. It's not because we're better or smarter or anything like that, it's because we've become the living embodiment of a given segment of our culture. We understand America™, and you don't. It's really that simple. Please note that this does not imply any form of superiority...It merely states that we've become archetypes. Perishable, perishable archetypes. But fear not; when we finally explode and get all over the furniture, others will rise to take our places, and nobody will smell the difference.
But you should maybe listen to what we have to say - whether or not you accept it or believe it - because we ARE the world you live in. Nothing mystical, none of that shit. This isn't that kind of religion, after all. No, we're a map to a territory, a warning sign on The Lost Highway.
Oh, and yeah, we're the only thing keeping half a dozed REALLY PISSED OFF Gods1 off of your backs. So everybody shut up.
1 Tucson, Portland, Providence, Boston, NYC, and Fresno. They'd be WAY worse if we weren't around. No shit.
Nigel doesn't get a quarter of the credit she deserves in life, that's for sure.
and I believe that you and the plant share qualities, you've become symbiotic. As much as you can't fucking stand the place, it's your life now, and you're it's life...no really, you're really the fucking glue that holds that nightmare together.
But I live in a FUCKED UP despicable world and I actually like you guys. I mean, I can't equate you or Nigel with corporate personhood, oil spills, pro lifers or Seguin. :?
Quote from: Wuli Fufu on January 10, 2013, 07:41:49 PM
But I live in a FUCKED UP despicable world and I actually like you guys. I mean, I can't equate you or Nigel with corporate personhood, oil spills, pro lifers or Seguin. :?
Well, that is because there are other kinds of prophets in the world, Stella. The kind that wander in the wilderness for 40 fucking years and croak just before the finish line. Moses. MLK. You.
Seguin doesn't get the regular kind of prophets, and with good reason. Seguin will not be saved by the free market. It will not be saved by Obamacare. It will not be saved by the church, the state, or leveraged derivatives. Seguin, quite simply,
will not be saved. And your job is to bear witness to the savagery and degradation therein.
Otherwise, you'd have fled years ago.
Quote from: Suu on January 10, 2013, 07:39:55 PM
Nigel doesn't get a quarter of the credit she deserves in life, that's for sure.
and I believe that you and the plant share qualities, you've become symbiotic. As much as you can't fucking stand the place, it's your life now, and you're it's life...no really, you're really the fucking glue that holds that nightmare together.
Until I go bang, anyway.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on January 10, 2013, 08:41:05 PM
Quote from: Wuli Fufu on January 10, 2013, 07:41:49 PM
But I live in a FUCKED UP despicable world and I actually like you guys. I mean, I can't equate you or Nigel with corporate personhood, oil spills, pro lifers or Seguin. :?
Well, that is because there are other kinds of prophets in the world, Stella. The kind that wander in the wilderness for 40 fucking years and croak just before the finish line. Moses. MLK. You.
Seguin doesn't get the regular kind of prophets, and with good reason. Seguin will not be saved by the free market. It will not be saved by Obamacare. It will not be saved by the church, the state, or leveraged derivatives. Seguin, quite simply, will not be saved. And your job is to bear witness to the savagery and degradation therein.
Otherwise, you'd have fled years ago.
Wait, scratch that. You're more like Virgil from
Inferno.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on January 10, 2013, 08:41:39 PM
Quote from: Suu on January 10, 2013, 07:39:55 PM
Nigel doesn't get a quarter of the credit she deserves in life, that's for sure.
and I believe that you and the plant share qualities, you've become symbiotic. As much as you can't fucking stand the place, it's your life now, and you're it's life...no really, you're really the fucking glue that holds that nightmare together.
Until I go bang, anyway.
We'd rather you not, but as long as you hold that damn reactor together, it's all good. Right? Maybe?
Quote from: Suu on January 10, 2013, 09:32:34 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on January 10, 2013, 08:41:39 PM
Quote from: Suu on January 10, 2013, 07:39:55 PM
Nigel doesn't get a quarter of the credit she deserves in life, that's for sure.
and I believe that you and the plant share qualities, you've become symbiotic. As much as you can't fucking stand the place, it's your life now, and you're it's life...no really, you're really the fucking glue that holds that nightmare together.
Until I go bang, anyway.
We'd rather you not, but as long as you hold that damn reactor together, it's all good. Right? Maybe?
We will keep the lights on, we will keep the feedstock going to Asia so that everyone can get their own electronic master, the tyrant Appointment Book, now with all new apps. Have no fear on that score. Cogs may break, but The Machine™ lumbers on.
I'll bet you something, Suu. I've got $50 that says your area's utility maintenance people are just as fucked up as I am.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on January 10, 2013, 09:35:26 PM
Quote from: Suu on January 10, 2013, 09:32:34 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on January 10, 2013, 08:41:39 PM
Quote from: Suu on January 10, 2013, 07:39:55 PM
Nigel doesn't get a quarter of the credit she deserves in life, that's for sure.
and I believe that you and the plant share qualities, you've become symbiotic. As much as you can't fucking stand the place, it's your life now, and you're it's life...no really, you're really the fucking glue that holds that nightmare together.
Until I go bang, anyway.
We'd rather you not, but as long as you hold that damn reactor together, it's all good. Right? Maybe?
We will keep the lights on, we will keep the feedstock going to Asia so that everyone can get their own electronic master, the tyrant Appointment Book, now with all new apps. Have no fear on that score. Cogs may break, but The Machine™ lumbers on.
I'll bet you something, Suu. I've got $50 that says your area's utility maintenance people are just as fucked up as I am.
Oh I believe you. Our power doesn't go out during hurricanes in Providence. The rest of the state goes down, but Providence stays lit.
Somewhere, our grid has it's own Prophet. We'll probably never meet him, and it's for the best if we don't. But we know he's there.
Thing is, you can't do that (this) sort of shit unless you for some deranged reason love it.
Much as a Kentucky spouse loves the person who puts them in the ICU 3 times a year.
Wow, this describes EXACTLY where it stops just being fun to play your character in life, and when you realize your in the part too dep to have a choice
Quote from: Richter on January 11, 2013, 01:15:10 AM
Wow, this describes EXACTLY where it stops just being fun to play your character in life, and when you realize your in the part too dep to have a choice
Well, that or cuffs closing on your wrists. That kinda sucks, too.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on January 10, 2013, 08:50:24 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on January 10, 2013, 08:41:05 PM
Quote from: Wuli Fufu on January 10, 2013, 07:41:49 PM
But I live in a FUCKED UP despicable world and I actually like you guys. I mean, I can't equate you or Nigel with corporate personhood, oil spills, pro lifers or Seguin. :?
Well, that is because there are other kinds of prophets in the world, Stella. The kind that wander in the wilderness for 40 fucking years and croak just before the finish line. Moses. MLK. You.
Seguin doesn't get the regular kind of prophets, and with good reason. Seguin will not be saved by the free market. It will not be saved by Obamacare. It will not be saved by the church, the state, or leveraged derivatives. Seguin, quite simply, will not be saved. And your job is to bear witness to the savagery and degradation therein.
Otherwise, you'd have fled years ago.
Wait, scratch that. You're more like Virgil from Inferno.
True dat. :horrormirth:
Posting from Austin but staying in McQueeney (not much better, I know...)
Fuck my job.
Oh, fuck.
I'm a fucking ARCHETYPE.
I goddamn knew something was funny about this whole thing.
:horrormirth:
This actually explains EVERYTHING. "Why, Nigel," I have asked myself, "why is it that your life is like a story too horrible to be true, and too horrible to be invented, and yet somehow you always seem to come out OK? What makes you so lucky?" It seems a little too good to be true, sometimes, but it's because as an archetype, it HAS to somehow come out OK so I can move on to the next stage. Neglected tot! Wild urchin! Lost teen! Sex worker with a heart of gold! Abused wife! Struggling single mom! What could the next act contain?
Scratch that. I don't want to know.
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on January 11, 2013, 05:31:54 PM
Oh, fuck.
I'm a fucking ARCHETYPE.
I goddamn knew something was funny about this whole thing.
:horrormirth:
This actually explains EVERYTHING. "Why, Nigel," I have asked myself, "why is it that your life is like a story too horrible to be true, and too horrible to be invented, and yet somehow you always seem to come out OK? What makes you so lucky?" It seems a little too good to be true, sometimes, but it's because as an archetype, it HAS to somehow come out OK so I can move on to the next stage. Neglected tot! Wild urchin! Lost teen! Sex worker with a heart of gold! Abused wife! Struggling single mom! What could the next act contain?
Scratch that. I don't want to know.
I'm guessing PTSD-ridden social worker, with a gigantic fucking caseload and no budget.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on January 11, 2013, 05:34:05 PM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on January 11, 2013, 05:31:54 PM
Oh, fuck.
I'm a fucking ARCHETYPE.
I goddamn knew something was funny about this whole thing.
:horrormirth:
This actually explains EVERYTHING. "Why, Nigel," I have asked myself, "why is it that your life is like a story too horrible to be true, and too horrible to be invented, and yet somehow you always seem to come out OK? What makes you so lucky?" It seems a little too good to be true, sometimes, but it's because as an archetype, it HAS to somehow come out OK so I can move on to the next stage. Neglected tot! Wild urchin! Lost teen! Sex worker with a heart of gold! Abused wife! Struggling single mom! What could the next act contain?
Scratch that. I don't want to know.
I'm guessing PTSD-ridden social worker, with a gigantic fucking caseload and no budget.
I'm NOT going the social work route, so that's out. Psych degree>Neuroscience program. So, something similar, only I'm going to guess PTSD-ridden brain trauma researcher, with an incredible breakthrough in neuroplasticity and no budget to develop it.
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on January 11, 2013, 06:02:42 PM
I'm NOT going the social work route, so that's out. Psych degree>Neuroscience program. So, something similar, only I'm going to guess PTSD-ridden brain trauma researcher, with an incredible breakthrough in neuroplasticity and no budget to develop it.
Like Cassandra. Perfect prophet material, that is.
Thing to remember, as I have tried to explain to my boss, is that the light at the end of the tunnel isn't a train, it really IS daylight. It's just that the tunnel is vertical...It's a well, and we're at the bottom of it.
For some reason, this failed to cheer him up. :lulz:
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on January 11, 2013, 06:04:50 PM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on January 11, 2013, 06:02:42 PM
I'm NOT going the social work route, so that's out. Psych degree>Neuroscience program. So, something similar, only I'm going to guess PTSD-ridden brain trauma researcher, with an incredible breakthrough in neuroplasticity and no budget to develop it.
Like Cassandra. Perfect prophet material, that is.
Thing to remember, as I have tried to explain to my boss, is that the light at the end of the tunnel isn't a train, it really IS daylight. It's just that the tunnel is vertical...It's a well, and we're at the bottom of it.
For some reason, this failed to cheer him up. :lulz:
I love that. :lulz: