Monday, October 31, 2016


by Mr. Mean-Spirited

In a multinational world, happiness is pretty much mandatory.  If your somber nature isn’t technically illegal, the good citizens will react as if it is totally immoral.  If being sullen isn’t actually a crime, then the altruists will attempt to make it one.

Communitarians have the attitude that there must be something wrong with you if you aren’t having fun.  Mainstream citizens will think that you must have some psychological issues if you aren’t enjoying yourself.  Decent folk will assume you have mental problems if you aren’t always happy.

In this multicultural community, you are required to be joyful.  In a country run by rampant humanitarians, you better be cheerful if you know what’s good for you.  If you want to stay out of trouble, then you better laugh at the awkward jokes of your superiors, pal.  In a liberal state, a model citizen is not expect to serve in the military, as much as be constantly friendly.  The bureaucrats might get offended if you don’t look content.  Humanitarians don’t care if your income taxes are current as much as they want you to be continually jolly.

In a democracy, you are expected to have an appropriate look of gratitude when you go to the polls.

The louder your laugh, the lower your IQ – it is as simple as that.   Something about the desire to remain happy causes the analytic portion of the cerebellum to atrophy, causes the neurons to wither away, causes the brain cells to pass into that good night.  Joy makes a human being to go stupid – and the authorities rather appreciate this limited mental capacity in the population.  Dumb and happy voters keep a democracy running smoothly and sleekly.  Mindless and mirth-filled assholes, like all of you reading these words, is exactly what the authorities want.  The happier you are, the less you will understand about what the communitarians are actually doing to you.

There is a reason why fascists sought to organize an official “Joy Division.”  Happiness is tyrannical.  Any focus of your life that depends on other people ends-up becoming totalitarian.

The longer your guffaw, the more you demonstrate your place in the herd.  Happiness is always a measure of your successful indoctrination.   The better that you are integrated into society, the bigger the smile on your face. If you aren’t perpetually happy, then you just aren’t fitting in.  If you aren’t chipper, then you just don’t care about other people.

Remember how your elementary-school teachers always thought you were odd for not enjoying physical education?  If you didn’t race around the playground with a constant grin on your face, you would have run the risk of being sent to the school psychologist.  And if you didn’t act suitably enthusiastic during the dodge ball episode, the school counselor would have taken you into his office for a closed-door session.  Just as when you are battered on the playing field, or when you are buggered in the vice principal's office – the administrators invariably expect your face to be gratefully beaming when you pull yourself up by your bootstraps.

If you don’t spend your free time waiting in line for rides at a theme park, the rest of society is going to get suspicious.  The security guards will be keeping an eye on you if you aren’t strenuously amusing yourself.  Your neighbors are going to think that you might be a psychopath if you don’t want to go to Disneyland on your vacation.  There is a reason why the authorities take drooling retards to Disney World on field trips.  Amusement parks exist to break down your uniqueness and make you one of the crowd.  Buy those Mickey Mouse ears – or else.

You better be perky or the normal folk just aren’t going to think you are a nice person.

Ever notice how all the actors in broadcast advertisements are always shown to be euphoric?  You see a woman scarfing down a tube of microwaved junk food – and the expression on her face makes it look as if the artificial ingredients are given her a massive orgasm.  The corporate interests are not just telling you what to buy – but how to behave.  Advertising teaches not so much what to acquire, but adverts train you how to act.  Corporate promotions are not just about what to consume, but how to conduct yourself.  A shopper is always supposed to be smiling.

Put on a happy face, cocksucker.

Monday, October 24, 2016


by Mr. Mean-Spirited

Any idiot can keep fighting, but it takes a certain depth of character to accept that things are hopeless.  Any imbecile can remain in the trenches, but it takes particular courage to acknowledge that you are helpless.  Sometimes it takes more bravery to slink away than to march into battle.  Sometimes it is better to toss in the towel than to keep wiping.  Sometimes it is better to blow your nose than to keep picking out chunks of snot.

Any citizen can claim to be a patriot, but you have to truly love the country to recognize that America is finished.  It always takes a greater understanding of the Classics to determine that Western civilization has ended than it does to consume mass culture.  It always takes more faith to acknowledge that Christianity has failed than it does to get on your knees.  When there is writing on the wall, it takes a certain strength of will to keep reading to the bitter end. 

You cannot look at the contemporary United States and honestly believe that it is possible to fix this mess.  There is no political candidate who will kiss your hurt and make it all better.  It is too far gone for that.  You are not going to be hired for some new job that will ever give you the financial prosperity that you were promised in school.  There is no lady out there who will ever fall in love with you and fill that emptiness in your heart.  You have no future.  There is nothing left for you. 

Even if you were somehow able to repair the social order, are there really any citizens that are truly worth saving?  Even if you were able to salvage the system, is there anyone on this planet worth the sacrifice to yourself?  Would you actually give your life to protect any of your countrymen?  The nation let you down; your own family screwed you over; and all your lovers have betrayed you. 

You owe your race only as much as it has done for you: nothing.  You are supposed to protect the same people that have continually double-crossed you?  I think not.  If all that women have ever done is stab you in the back, then it would only put your own life at risk to extend a helping hand.  Perhaps your only real duty is to yourself. 

The black pill” is a moment of reckoning.  The black pill is an awareness that there is something wrong with the social order, a something that can never be fixed.  The black pill is a metaphysical apprehension that there is basic flaw to existence itself.  Because of this primordial defect to life, the black pill is an understanding that all you can ever trust is your own ego.  The black pill is a discernment that the only thing that matters is your own self. 

The black pill is often confused with nihilism – but the black pill is not some abstract philosophical notion that life is without meaning.  Quite the reverse.  The black pill is a matter of practical experience, a calculation based on actual damage that has already been done to you.  The black pill reveals an entire past history of harm done to you.  If all the misfortunes in life were a simple result of random accident, then sheer chance would occasional throw something your way that might actually benefit you.  But you never seem to get anything that helps you.  The black pill is taken when you swallow your pride and realize that nothing good will every happen to you. 

If you cannot win, then the wisest thing is not to give-up – but to desert your post.  If you are facing certain defeat, then you should not surrender – but walk away and go AWOL.  If all is lost, then the most important thing is to save yourself.  Taking the black pill does not ever mean sacrificing yourself, just not living for anyone else.  The bravest man does not die in battle, but goes missing in action. 

There is nothing you can do to slow the decline, so you might as well give things a push on your way out.  You ought to give the rotten structure a final kick as you sneak away.  If the government ever evicts you from the family home, then you might as well leave the gas on when the police finally drag you out.  If you take the black pill, then toss the empty medicine bottle through a neighbor’s window.