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Started by Irreverend Hugh, KSC, March 01, 2005, 09:11:08 PM

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Irreverend Hugh, KSC

March 01, 2005, 09:11:08 PM
Sermon on Eristicism 10: Rats in the Warehouse

"News Item: Asteroid 2005 CM7 passes within 669,000 miles of Earth on Feb. 1, three days before it is discovered by astronomers. If it had hit Earth, it would have created a crater up to a half-mile wide and 300 feet deep. The bright side is it would have been discovered sooner."[/i]
-from QT column in the Sun-Times (Wed. Feb. 9, 2005)

"It says much and means even less. Or vice versa."
-Ancient Discordian Proverb

"I am going to try speaking some reckless words, and I want you to try to listen recklessly."
-Chuang Tzu

Now here I am sitting in my room away from the supposed Real World(tm). I realize that I have slacked off in my episkopational duties of ranting and sermonizing your ears and eyes off, but that is only because my life has gotten interesting. Not interesting in that sort of bland cocktail party chatterbox style of speaking where intellectuals get together and try to out smart each other. I mean really, as in most people would freak their fucking daylights out, interesting. I am sure that I have recounted one or two examples of what I mean by interesting in the last few weeks. But actually, we are not here concerned with any of that.

My friends, we are here concerned with the fnords. There are rats in the warehouse that you have so meticulously stocked with your provisions and survival necessities. These rats are good at the game of masquerading themselves off as the colored animals and even the people that you like. Sometimes they even manage to convince you yourself that they are in fact you yourself. How can they do this, you ask? What the holey damnation is going here, you ask? You already think you know the answer, so why are you even asking? And that in itself is another fnord.

The rats in the warehouse, you ask? What in blue thud are those?

They are the system, my friends, enemies, and someone-elses. The rats are the creeping fnordian fear that slowly sucks the lifeblood from the smiles you will eventually have to struggle to keep alive. They are those pangs of greedy hunger in your heart which whisper silently in your ears the minute you become satiated on whatever it was that you desired. They are the persistent water torture of words in your head that serve no purpose other than to obscure what you truly feel and to keep from you the thoughts you think. They are all the little actions and sayings and people who carry such things that keep the Conspiracy of Normal alive and well...and feeding on your flesh, blood, and forgotten dreams. They need you to forget your dreams and aspirations so that they can tell you what you want (an endless chain of things to buy) and then make you work away your entire life to get it. They are gnawing on your bones right at this moment while you run around alive and pretending that everything is exactly otherwise from how you see it in front of your face.

They are the people who tell you that the way you speak is incorrect and bad and therefore you have to learn the way they speak. They are the people who tell you how to think and feel about the world because the way you already think and feel about it is substandard or defective...like the preachers and other fundamentalists. They are people with no training in any thing that contributes to any good or happiness in this world and yet take upon themselves all sorts of lofty-sounding titles. They make the decrees and pronouncements to keep you in line...to convince you that any perspective and/or activity that you may be engaged in is the wrong one. They are the people of fnords...the lost ones who pretend to find themselves by thinking they are better than the masses of people who, truth be told, are also lost in the fog of confusion. (And that in and of itself is not so bad, if people would simply admit it and own up to it.) They are the people who point their shit stained fingers at everyone else and blame the foul smell on everyone else. They are the ones who have fifty thousand words to label you as...all of the words meaning "no-good-shit."

They are the people who affect airs and elect themselves to power over societies that were once founded on the idea of democracy. They then get to dictate and tell you what they are now doing to you is "real" democracy. They tell you to get real, that any dreams you have that diverge from the normal fantasy inducing disney paradise on your five hundred channel and multi-million website media system...any dreams that diverge from this are hopeless, utopian, fraudulent, dangerous, extremist, and other such ill begotten words to express their minds' collective refusal to learn. They are the ones who tell you that they KNOW reality and that you couldn't possibly KNOW reality unless you agree with them and buy their products...whether political products, ideological products, shiny-techno-toys, or pre-fabbed dreams. They get you to believe the double lie that art and culture is necessary for you to survive and then tell you exactly what constitutes real art and culture. They are an endless treadmill of don't-worry-be-happies but only if it's their ready-made and officially marketable be-happies. They package pretty nooses for you to wear and get you to deceive yourselves into believing that the nooses are fashionable, desirable, and necessary for you to become a "real person."

The rats have infested the warehouses of your lives and they are greedy. They will gnaw at everything until there is nothing left but ashes and crumbs which they will then sell to you at special never-ending inflation rates while convincing you that it's a firehouse sale. Something's burning all right. You. You are what's for dinner. And they will gnaw on your bones until not even the memory of you is left for anyone to wonder about. They will replace the very thought of your life's disappearance with easily manageable catchphrases and sound-bites. Will you ever get the joke? Will you ever see what is in front of your face? Or will you see it and simply become another rat in an effort to be the fattest rat?

There are rats in the warehouses, people. And not only are they gnawing away at everything you need to thrive in this world, but they have also convinced you to carry their shit and rearrange it and buy and sell it.

Or will you be able to become aware enough to say "ENOUGH OF THIS SHIT?" Will you ever be able to have the strength to say that you are tired of this shit?

(feb.23.2005)
"Time for the tin-foil hats, girls and boys!"

Horab Fibslager

#1
March 01, 2005, 09:38:36 PM
cheers.

another excelent sermon dude.
Hell is other people.

The Good Reverend Roger

#2
March 01, 2005, 09:41:05 PM
RAH!
" It's just that Depeche Mode were a bunch of optimistic loveburgers."
- TGRR, shaming himself forever, 7/8/2017

"Billy, when I say that ethics is our number one priority and safety is also our number one priority, you should take that to mean exactly what I said. Also quality. That's our number one priority as well. Don't look at me that way, you're in the corporate world now and this is how it works."
- TGRR, raising the bar at work.

DJRubberducky

#3
March 01, 2005, 09:49:24 PM
- DJRubberducky
Quote from: LMNODJ's post is sort of like those pills you drop into a glass of water, and they expand into a dinosaur, or something.

Black sheep are still sheep.

Cyric_The_Mad

#4
March 01, 2005, 09:50:57 PM
Goddamn right, RAH!

Bella

#5
March 01, 2005, 09:51:12 PM
Beautiful, Hugh.

Love the cartoon, DJ.
just like in a dream
you'll open your mouth to scream
and you won't make a sound

you can't believe your eyes
you can't believe your ears
you can't believe your friends
you can't believe you're here

DJRubberducky

#6
March 01, 2005, 09:57:30 PM
I do too.  It's one of the best they ever did, IMO, right up there with this one (which always makes me think of Roger).

I'm really happy this rant happened, 'cause it made me think of the cartoon.
- DJRubberducky
Quote from: LMNODJ's post is sort of like those pills you drop into a glass of water, and they expand into a dinosaur, or something.

Black sheep are still sheep.

Bella

#7
March 01, 2005, 09:58:59 PM
Heh! Wonder why in the world that one makes you think of TGRR? :twisted:
just like in a dream
you'll open your mouth to scream
and you won't make a sound

you can't believe your eyes
you can't believe your ears
you can't believe your friends
you can't believe you're here

The Good Reverend Roger

#8
March 01, 2005, 10:13:27 PM
Quote from: DJRubberduckyI do too.  It's one of the best they ever did, IMO, right up there with this one (which always makes me think of Roger).

I'm really happy this rant happened, 'cause it made me think of the cartoon.

:lol:
" It's just that Depeche Mode were a bunch of optimistic loveburgers."
- TGRR, shaming himself forever, 7/8/2017

"Billy, when I say that ethics is our number one priority and safety is also our number one priority, you should take that to mean exactly what I said. Also quality. That's our number one priority as well. Don't look at me that way, you're in the corporate world now and this is how it works."
- TGRR, raising the bar at work.

Anonymous

#9
March 01, 2005, 11:27:47 PM
Most excellant your Hughiness.

Bob the Mediocre

#10
March 01, 2005, 11:58:57 PM
Yeah. The 3rd bolded paragraph especially.
"we are building a religion
we are making a brand
we're the only ones to turn to when your castles turn to sand
take a bite of this apple
mister corporate events
take a walk through the jungle
of cardboard shanties and tents
some people drink pepsi
some people drink coke
the wacky morning dj says democracy's a joke
he says now do you believe in the one big song
he is now accepting callers who would like to sing along"

I AM A COMPLETE AND UTTER FUCKING IDIOT!

The Good Reverend Roger

#11
March 02, 2005, 12:00:49 AM
Quote from: Bob the BabyYeah. The 3rd bolded paragraph especially.

4th is better, IMO.
" It's just that Depeche Mode were a bunch of optimistic loveburgers."
- TGRR, shaming himself forever, 7/8/2017

"Billy, when I say that ethics is our number one priority and safety is also our number one priority, you should take that to mean exactly what I said. Also quality. That's our number one priority as well. Don't look at me that way, you're in the corporate world now and this is how it works."
- TGRR, raising the bar at work.

Efrim

#12
March 02, 2005, 01:30:48 AM
Hugh is returned. Huzzah!

excellent sermon.
"There comes a time when every man feels the urge to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag, and start slitting throats." -- H.L. Mencken

L,
Efrim

Cain

#13
March 02, 2005, 01:46:12 AM
Quote from: EfrimHugh is returned. Huzzah!

excellent sermon.

He was looking for you.  Something to do with killing aini....

The Good Reverend Roger

#14
March 02, 2005, 01:50:11 AM
Quote from: Ghost of Scribe
Quote from: EfrimHugh is returned. Huzzah!

excellent sermon.

He was looking for you.  Something to do with killing aini....

It's a TRAP!!1
" It's just that Depeche Mode were a bunch of optimistic loveburgers."
- TGRR, shaming himself forever, 7/8/2017

"Billy, when I say that ethics is our number one priority and safety is also our number one priority, you should take that to mean exactly what I said. Also quality. That's our number one priority as well. Don't look at me that way, you're in the corporate world now and this is how it works."
- TGRR, raising the bar at work.
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