Whilst reading one essay on another site moons ago, I came across a statement so fundamentally true that its obviousness makes its elusiveness worrying. Pretty much all adherents to the sciences of understanding how people think follow one basic precept that can serve as a litmus test concerning the individual’s intelligence. Namely, our intellect serves our emotions, not the other way around.
So, after admitting that (once again), my grand plan to off myself did not go to glory and I am still here, I decided to post a little bit about what motivated the “decision” in the first place. One thing that has made me question the value of not just my life but life in general has been the perceived propensity of persons in my life to change the rules based on what I have just said. Continue Reading
If you are reading this, then take it as proof positive of two things. One, the attempt to put an end to my existence that was promised for a certain date did not go ahead or quite as planned. Exactly what happened is irrelevant. The important point is that I was not found dead. Continue Reading
Every so often, when the behaviour of curebies or normalists gets so obnoxiously bigoted that just reading about it makes my neurochemistry do backflips, I start asking people one question. Why are you not fighting back in some manner? As the example of the Black Panthers who frightened the NRA into supporting a firearm restriction law in 1967 proves to me, even threatening to go around armed makes the norms react with deep, irrational fear. Continue Reading
One of the joys of writing for an audience where anyone can just come in off the street and jump in part of the way through the “conversation”, so to speak, is that you often get a lot of wastes of brain cells who have a very serious lack of ability to read between the lines. Maybe I should have spelled out in very small words that much of one night was spent trying to gently, slowly, and rationally explore options before taking more drastic measures. But really, if you need such things explained to you that thoroughly, I would suggest going back to reading Harry Potty books and leaving us grown-ups in peace. Continue Reading
In a statement that both surprises me and fails to surprise me at all, I have to confess to finding a certain amount of enjoyment in the music of one G.G. Allin. G.G. had a simple mission statement during his musical career. That is, he wanted to reclaim “rock and roll” from the corporate interests that had essentially taken it over. At least, that was the theory. What he ended up doing in practice was running about the stage and audience naked, shitting on himself, flinging shit at the audience, and trading punches with said audience. Continue Reading
As you should have already guessed from some of the references to time and events of the past, I was around for a prior proclamation that the entire world was going to end. Or turn into a steaming pile of droppings. End of world predictions tend to vary in terms of severity. In fact, during the dizzying heights of the Reagan administration, predictions that the world was going to end tomorrow came so thick and fast that people almost stopped paying them any mind. Continue Reading