Ladies and gentlemen, if you work for a living and get a paycheck chances are you are paying taxes for a system that practically everyone in the government believes will soon be broke. Now, what do you call this particular phenomenon?
Let me help out. It’s called my momma and my daddy still love me, but they just can’t afford to take care of me any more. And isn’t it time that we admit that we are grown up enough to take care of ourselves? Do we have to believe in the tooth fairy and Mickey Mouse and the Easter Bunny combined? Maybe the Easter Bunny is a keeper, but Mickey just ain’t cutting the mustard any more. And so, that rat has to go.
It is time for the government to simply say to everyone, we’ve had it with you people. You want to pay very little for things that cost way too much. You never get up off your butts and get out of those offices where you sit and get fat and wait for your checks and admit to yourselves that you’re basically miserable, and you know you’re paying for something that probably won’t even be there to pay you back. Now who’s the fool?
We have unfortunately been taught to be facile and lazy minded and shiftless and mindless and unaware even though we know damn good and well that if given the opportunity to be different we would. In fact if you really take a good look at the tax code of this country you will see that basically the government feels that if you are not self-employed you will not get the benefit of many tax deductions that the self-employed receive.
So honestly, the government is penalizing stupidity as it should. Which really drives home the point that our government is more interested in Darwinian winners than Believing losers.
So go rent a copy of Office Space, get yourself a baseball bat, go into the office tomorrow and instead of asking Patty Puffball how her weekend went at K-Mart just take a swing at her computer monitor and then look straight at her and say, I am sick and tired of paying taxes so that you can sit there on your fat ass. Your bladder control, yeast infected, Nyquil, Dayquil, Advil, Ambien moments are not enough to make me sit here and have my brain drained every bleeding day for the sake of paying for things that don’t make me happy. And admit it, you’re sick because you are sitting there in the first place. People were not designed to be legless, sedentary creatures. We’re supposed to be using our brains and our bodies and earning a living doing things for ourselves. Learn a trade, a craft, even a profession and use your God-given talents to the fullest.
Leave behind all the advertising created in the world by the masters of the media, who also tell me who to vote for, how to eat, what to say, how to look, and how to think. Let it go. Breathe, stretch, learn, live and love. Say goodbye to that old W-2, who looked you square in the face every January 31st and said to you: Here’s what you made! (And here’s my cut, buddy.)

On June 15, 1991, Mt. Pinatubo erupted on an island in the Philippines. The eruption sent millions of tons of sulfur dioxide and poisons into the atmosphere that resulted in persistent atmospheric effects some three years after its eruption.
I ask you how it is that Al Gore can make his way all the way from a defeated presidential candidate to the stage of the Academy Awards ceremony and not mention this fact. Global warming is all our fault instead, you see.
Yet in his movie, An Inconvenient Truth, Mr. Gore travels all over the globe in airliners that emit gasses from burning fossil fuels in order to popularize our irresponsible lifestyles. But did anyone bother to consult whether nature itself is to blame in large part for the fact that the Earth just ain’t what it used to be?
Nope, you will never hear a word about nature any more. It’s all somebody’s fault. Somebody, somewhere is to blame for every little thing that goes on in this world that somehow even remotely causes the world to tilt ever so slightly away from the Mayberry vision that the storybooks told us it ought to be.
Of course, this phenomenon should come as no surprise to anyone. After all, being victimized for everything that goes on in the world is something that our culture demands of us. Call it Reverse Darwiniansim: People with the least amount of information will conquer the minds of those who are even less informed. Repeat, repeat, repeat; hammer in the message over and over again. Hire a good content manager, slap together some nice Powerpoint presentations, and oh, be sure to lose the tie. Try not to look too bourgeois. Appeal to the masses instead. Keep on message.
The phenomenon of believing anything coincides perfectly with the uber-rich and their penchant for conspicuously dining over fattened lamb shank with a fine fennel sauce, a scoop of risotto, and two carrots that make you wonder if they were not intended instead for decoration. For the rich, eating out is not about being hungry. It is a show. It is about being seen in precisely the same way that the master spinners of faux news for the nouveau-informed convince us that anything other than the Mt. Pinatubo’s of the world aren’t really a factor in the Earth’s own natural ebb and flow.
And yet, the magic and mystery behind the phenomenon of believe now- pay later, is that we passively relegate our lives to the powerful and let them decide for us what to believe. We write a blank check to them to produce and direct our behaviors, ideas, and values in return for a safe, warm and fuzzy feeling as we sit clutching our can of Chef Boyardee pasta while feeling grateful that we have been told that there are absolutes in this world that everyone agrees on. Yes, everyone, except for the folks who are clunking glasses and toasting the naivete of the huddled masses. They go home after dinner and plan their next assault on our patchwork of various and sundry collected parts of the media that we have passively adopted into our psyche.
And while you watch the reruns of Al Gore collecting that Oscar, remember that he rode on to the scene conspicuously in a Toyota Prius, while Toyota is having record breaking profits and American auto makers are laying people off. The media scores another one on us while overlooking this inconvenient lie.

Funny how Obama cavorts around the country like a rock star spewing little sweet nothings all over lovely flower-clad young saplings in search of the nectar of love and life. But did they bother to figure out that Obama is a rank, banal capitalist pig like all the rest and has gone so far as to invest in companies that his lobbyists have promoted to him? Oh no, that’s not politically correct. It blows my social gaskets and leaks the greasy inside of my perverted soul onto the outside for everyone to view. Uh oh. Hillary, we have a problem.
God bless America. God bless the media. They tell us what to think so that we don’t have to. We can blithely go about our business and leave the business of life and thought and understanding to others. I mean, for God’s sake, we’ve got places to go and people to throw attitude on.
What in the world has become of us when liberal and conservative blogs all have one thing in common? You can’t say the truth.
Well let me tell you something, here at the The Daily Nigger we abuse no one. We blame no one. We accept everything as being possible even the scientists, who tell us bravely on the news, that by golly there is water on Mars and we’re going to Mars to get the hell off of Al Gore’s projected planetary abyss.
Say what you like. Say what you feel. Speak the truth. We’re not going to sell this site to anybody. This nigga can’t be bought.
-TDN

Let’s face it, we all need someone or something to blame for our lives. Regardless of whether you are rich or poor, healthy or sick, happy or sad, life just never is perfect. And so, we bring you The Daily Nigger.

Every day we strive to point out the obvious. But in fact what is obvioius to most is something that that the mainstream media won’t allow. Because if you do so you take away the very life blood of their blood-sucking propoganda. It seems that in every culture things evolve to the point when the culture begins to feed on itself, and all that we are left with in the end are repetitions of themes that focus groups and polls told our handlers to say.

Since the dawn of creation we are told in the Bible, it was God’s fault for sending that snake over to tempt Eve. Heaven forbid that Eve should take responsibility herself for the fact that while Adam was eating an apple and getting horny, she was busy finding someone to blame for the shitty situation going on in her little oasis.

And so it goes ladies and gentlemen. The Earth is under attack, America is under attack, the Sunnis are under attack by the Shia, and the Shia are under attack by the Sunnis. If you really get down to brass tacks, the situation in Iraq represents perfectly the situation in America, which is one big finger pointing, victimizing blame game. Mission accomplished! We have finally achieved what no other people on the face of the Earth have: America has made being a victim a global cultural phenomenon.

Maybe Bush is the second coming of Christ after all. Maybe Jesus decided that the only way to make people wake up and see how utterly irresponsibly they are behaving was to come back to earth and make people go after each other and victimize one another so that finally they will see just how dumb they are behaving.

The word Nigger is perhaps the most powerful word in the human vocabulary. It eclipses practically every known word in any language as the word that depicts the very worst in humanity. It has been attached to people of African decent, but frankly its applications are universal in that it describes human behavior. Yet the media has edited this word out of our vocabulary thus marking an epoch in our cultural history when censorship has married political correctness and produced a child called propoganda. Yet the public is largely left unaware as to the motives of the media, which are profits. The emerging African-American market was just too juicy to overlook, and so they needed to do some editing of our lifestyles.

How could it be that in the annals of human history, slavery would not only be engaged in but it would be elevated to new heights of exploitation and victimhood. Not only would people have to live and work as slaves, but their own people would be to blame for having profiteered off of their demise. This, ladies and gentlemen, is the coup de gras of the victim’s world, a victim’s perfect storm if you will. No one is to blame because your own people did this to you. You are a victim of who you are. And so you turn to others to find fault.

Oh sure, the white slave owners (including President Jefferson as we are told) could have refused to accept the slaves. They could have refused to pay for them. But frankly, if a boatload of people arrived at my doorstep and they announced that they were here to help me out and work, and they had no passage back to where they came from because, well, let’s just say things back home weren’t going well. Sure, I might consider taking them in for a while and see how things work out.

History has a strange way of taking sides. There are no winners and losers in life’s miserable battle for territory, possessions, one’s self-inflated ideas of their own importance and their, ahem, ‘legacy’. To my knowledge, the only people who ever left a legacy on this planet were the ones who did lots of harm to others. Hitler, for example, is the world’s boogeyman. When people can’t think of a bad word to call somebody, they immediately think of Hitler.

But war and peace both have its victims. The dot-com era cost a lot of mom and pop stockholders their life savings, and it was all for a contraption that today has evolved into the greatest media propaganda tool since the advent of the television. There was no major world conflict going on during the late 1990’s except maybe for the Bosnian conflict. Sure, there were the usual African famines, outbreaks of disease, and so forth, but for the most part the dawn of the computer era was peaceful.

Now it seems people have tired of the new technologies. My how fast these things come in and out of favor! Didn’t take long for the Internet to become filled to overflowing of capacity and bandwidth of people cutting off other people’s heads, sex slaves, catching predators, and my favorite: Suicide bombers who not only victimize themselves but others at the same time.

Being a victim in today’s world takes lots of skill. It isn’t so easy any more like it used to be when all you needed was a husband who ate when he was told not to and after figuring out that he had ignored his wife and her beauty he decides to overcompensate for his idiocy and get a boner.

Love is the opposite of being a victim actually. This site is not for lovers, but yet it could be. Lovers everywhere should be on the lookout and be prudent of the fact that the snakes are everywhere. They are on the Internet, television, on billboards that tell us to listen to this radio station or buy this iPod and life will be just peachy.

Gone are all our problems if we just keep the fight going. Why look inward? Why take responsibility? Let the media just tell us instead that achieving happiness is as simple as just having sex or even looking ‘sexy’. Or if we watch Oprah we will be fabulous and have billions of dollars and know everything about the path to nirvana. But keep in mind that while we are bombarded with these messages from the media gurus Oprah is childless, Donald Trump has been married and divorced several times, and the latest is that a CNN anchor is the victim of child abuser.

The media has transformed itself into becoming the psychologist’s couch. We sit there and watch others and somehow these sad stories reinforce our own feelings of self-pity.

No wonder the “N” word packs so much punch. We are all niggers of the media, and each day The Daily Nigger will feature the victims that make America what it is today. We want to hear from our online readers and possibly share your stories of victimhood for all to read and weep. Your contributions should be limited to how you decided that after all these years of pity, self-loathing and hatred of others you are finally ready to come out of the proverbial closet and state for the record that you have been acting niggardly.

- TDN