As if what’s already been said on The Daily Nigger weren’t enough in terms of outrageous free speech, here is one more for the annals of online history. This is what everybody thinks but nobody says. People want comfort and joy and happiness and bliss and good food and to be stoned and powerful and have possessions and money and all that bullshit. But people also want love and companionship and above all endless amounts of time in which to enjoy all of the above.
Guess what, folks, life is a big let down. You never really feel totally comfortable or totally happy. Food costs money (which there always seems to be a shortage), getting high is either illegal or expensive or your old lady doesn’t like it when you do it. No matter how powerful you are you just can’t seem to be more powerful than somebody who already has you clocked and already knows what moves you are making and has them perfected better than yourself. And time is limited. Let me say it again. Our time is limited. We all have to die. And just when we think we can have it all and everything is within our grasp something comes along to snatch it away from us.
I have said a lot about the government, the media, each other, and various and sundry other crap about the dilemma we all call our collective life on this planet. The bottom line as I see it is that what matters most is that if you are lucky enough to know exactly who you are then you don’t need all the other bullshit.
I remember at my father’s funeral. All his life he sweat his ass off to be rich, and then when he got to be rich he was miserable because nobody liked him any more. After a life of swearing and cursing and working and then drinking to cast off the demons associated with working so much and cursing and swearing while he did it, all he was left with was a hemorrhoid cushion and some Ex-Lax. Oh sure, there was some spiffy art on the walls and the art looked good too. The view of the ocean was pretty awesome as well. But the toll that success takes on our psyches and our bodies and our minds and our souls to me just isn’t worth all the trouble.
Don’t get me wrong, I love to work. Better yet, I love the work that I do. But the fact of the matter is that when I work I don’t feel like I am working, which is why I try to keep myself hidden from my customers when I am working unless they see me while I work and then feel inclined not to pay me because I make it look so easy and fun. The demand for money is probably only effective when you put on an act that makes you look like you are suffering. The whole idea behind becoming wealthy is somehow footed in the biblical notion of sweating your ass off. Those who don’t do it are thought of as unbelievers or worse yet third world, Islamic, bonehead losers who don’t have a pot to piss in.
I love animals, especially dogs. Dogs are probably better designed for success than people because they have a much shorter life span, they don’t have to work at all, they get fed, are taken care of, loved, and basically worshipped. People have none of those qualities going for them, so tell me who is smarter, dogs or people.
Porno is a great thing, and it fulfills a need. Perhaps the greatest accomplishment in the history of mankind is online porno because instead of going out of your house and trying to bang somebody who is either going to tell your spouse or make you feel like shit, you can just get the job taken care of in the privacy of your own home. I think the government should recognize online porno as more important than social security because it keeps every one safe and secure in the privacy of their own home and therefore is essential to national security. In fact, if you get right down to it the defense budget should be allocated in part to subsidize the porn industry world wide.
All this crap about running around chasing sex, money, drugs, happiness, alcohol, attention, recognition, degrees, etc., is all a bunch of crap. In the end all we get is death and then the only people who will notice are those who will be glad we are gone, those who will rush in to take our places, those who do the paperwork after we are gone, and those who want to be paid what is left after we are gone. Sure, there will be those who will weep and those who will admire us, but they will not be nearly as numerous as the others.
My advice to all who have warm blood coursing through their veins is this: Have a good time. Do what makes you happy. And above all, discover who you are so that when you make your way through life you will know that the things you are doing truly makes you happy and that you aren’t just faking it when you should be honestly having a good time instead. And one more thing. If somebody tells you how to live your life and that you have it all wrong about what happiness means to you then tell them to go fuck off, which the media has almost perfected this role in society today.
-TDN