This thing:
http://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2015/jul/05/too-late-to-save-world-heathrow-runway-stewart-lee
And I gotta agree in every particular, there's something else I feel I must mention.
Right now, I feel like I am hogtied in the backseat of a car, wearing no seat belt. The Koch brothers are in the front seat, smoking meth and devouring themselves. The one driving keeps texting about how great everything's gonna be, and his brother is looking into the back seat and screaming "PEASANT" through mouthfuls of his own skin. Traffic is heavy. I don't understand how we lasted THIS long. I am, in short, uncertain as to what I should DO.
I am currently experiencing a remarkable amount of "just ignore it" in my own head right now. It's disconcerting.
The way I see it, there's only three options on the table.
1) Laugh right along until the inevitable bang.
2) Try to get yourself free and take control of the car.
3) Get them to look in the mirror and hope they notice what they LOOK LIKE.
Option one doesn't seem like much of a solution, and those knots look pretty tight... so start gesticulating wildly, I guess. It probably won't help, but you never know when there might be a moment of clarity.
Quote from: Demolition Squid on July 06, 2015, 07:01:30 PM
The way I see it, there's only three options on the table.
1) Laugh right along until the inevitable bang.
2) Try to get yourself free and take control of the car.
3) Get them to look in the mirror and hope they notice what they LOOK LIKE.
Option one doesn't seem like much of a solution, and those knots look pretty tight... so start gesticulating wildly, I guess. It probably won't help, but you never know when there might be a moment of clarity.
This bears thinking about.
Thing is, things need fixing as much as other things need stopping.
So, I need to escape the crazy brothers, and find someone sane and capable to drive.
Yep, that is so depressing it makes me want to not think about it too.
Great writing/ranting though.
Sidenote: Demolition Squid posted that link in aneristic illusions:
http://www.principiadiscordia.com/forum/index.php?topic=11728.msg1380199#msg1380199
Quote from: Doktor Howl on July 06, 2015, 07:10:50 PM
Quote from: Demolition Squid on July 06, 2015, 07:01:30 PM
The way I see it, there's only three options on the table.
1) Laugh right along until the inevitable bang.
2) Try to get yourself free and take control of the car.
3) Get them to look in the mirror and hope they notice what they LOOK LIKE.
Option one doesn't seem like much of a solution, and those knots look pretty tight... so start gesticulating wildly, I guess. It probably won't help, but you never know when there might be a moment of clarity.
This bears thinking about.
Thing is, things need fixing as much as other things need stopping.
So, I need to escape the crazy brothers, and find someone sane and capable to drive.
Aye, that's the difficult bit.
Every time I think I see a good driver, it turns out they don't let
those people in
their car, they think they have to keep an eye on the drivers more than the road in front of them... or they've filled the ashtrays with teeth. They're just usually better at hiding their horribleness than the Brothers Koch.
I've basically accepted the next five years are going to a shit sandwich on an epic scale.
I got all my "oh fuck"s out of the way in the first week, so I've moved on to the acceptance stage of grief. And I've accepted, on a larger scale, that no-one gives a fuck. If they did, we wouldn't be in the situation we're in.
Quote from: Doktor Howl on July 06, 2015, 06:47:46 PM
This thing:
http://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2015/jul/05/too-late-to-save-world-heathrow-runway-stewart-lee
And I gotta agree in every particular, there's something else I feel I must mention.
Right now, I feel like I am hogtied in the backseat of a car, wearing no seat belt. The Koch brothers are in the front seat, smoking meth and devouring themselves. The one driving keeps texting about how great everything's gonna be, and his brother is looking into the back seat and screaming "PEASANT" through mouthfuls of his own skin. Traffic is heavy. I don't understand how we lasted THIS long. I am, in short, uncertain as to what I should DO.
Boy, you ain't the only one.
Not only am I uncertain what I should do, but I have absolutely no idea how to, in short order, go about convincing all the people in developing countries that they should do it too.
We've convinced the whole world that the race to consume is the highest pinnacle of virtue and happiness humanity is capable of attaining, and it is a headlong plunge from here into the maws of global catastrophe. We were warned and warned and warned and warned, and we kept saying "NAW, IT'LL BE FINE" and purchasing new flat-screen HDTVs.
I am pretty sure it's too late to escape some pretty heavy impending badness. It might be too late to head off a great extinction.
Quote from: Reginald Ret on July 06, 2015, 07:45:13 PM
Yep, that is so depressing it makes me want to not think about it too.
Great writing/ranting though.
Sidenote: Demolition Squid posted that link in aneristic illusions:
http://www.principiadiscordia.com/forum/index.php?topic=11728.msg1380199#msg1380199
Yeah, that's probably where I got it.