Wednesday, June 21, 2017
by Mr. Mean-Spirited
Let me tell you a story. Back in June 2014, Conrad Roy III became infatuated with Michelle Carter, a youthful Ice Queen. She soon became increasingly disenchanted with the romance – and decided to end the affair “with extreme prejudice.” The most definite way to terminate a relationship is, well … with the death of one of the participants.
Michelle Carter presented an argument for suicide via a succession of comments that she thumb-typed into a cellphone. After receiving the series of text messages from the lovely Michelle, Conrad killed himself by carbon-monoxide poisoning in a K-Mart parking lot. A failing discount store was quite the appropriate location for a tawdry demise. The state of Massachusetts then charged Michelle with involuntary manslaughter, and the dishwater blonde was actually convicted June 2017.
The tale is really about a bitch who sent some ruthless text messages to an ex-boyfriend. The girlfriend wasn’t even anywhere near the lovesick Roy III when he chose to inhale automotive exhaust – all she ever did was to send him written words through the electronic aether. That’s it. She didn’t turn the key in the ignition; she didn’t lock him in the vehicle. She just typed phrases onto a screen. Doesn’t matter if her remarks were harsh – doesn’t matter if those comments were a bit hurtful – doesn’t matter if those posts were utterly heartless. All she actually did was to press letters on a keyboard.
Now, if Mr. Roy began to feel that the text messages were undeserved and unwarranted, he could have done something easy: merely turned off the phone and ignored her unsolicited advice. He could simply have shut off the cellphone. I know, I know, who would have thought of that?
The trouble is that Americans have this schmaltzy, syrupy, slushy view of life – and society has become so wimpy and wussy that most citizens think that we ought to be encouraging human beings to keep alive no matter what. Even residents of Massachusetts need to stop thinking like pussies.
Not everyone deserves to remain alive. The world is over-populated, and we do not need to ensure that everyone lingers in existence for … well, “reasons.”
Now, I am sure that plenty of people might say that a depressed Conrad should have sought professional help. However, if it were wrong for Melissa to tell Conrad what to do with his existence, it would be equally wrong for some psychotherapist to interfere. If it were wrong for the girlfriend to tell him to end his life, then it would be just as wrong for a psychologist to tell him to continue living. Logic demands that you use the exact same reasoning in both cases.
Conrad Roy III, the boyfriend, made-up his mind to kill himself not because he was manipulated into taking that final exit – but because he was shown just how useless he truly was. Sometimes a person reads a sentence that causes him to realize his whole life has been a sham. He made the decision to die, and it was a good determination. He picked death, and it was a good pluck. If someone can be “talked into suicide” via cellphone message – then maybe that person is so weak and worthless that they really don’t need to be loiter on this planet in the first place.
Friday, June 9, 2017
by Mr. Mean-Spirited
Your life didn’t work out the way you wanted. Your dreams didn’t happen the way you imagined. All your ambition ever did was to let you down. Did you really expect to end up like … like this?
If you remember yourself as a kid and recollect what you envisioned for yourself at this age, you would have to be honest and admit that you are a complete failure. Think back to what you wanted for yourself and look at yourself now: what a loser. You are a fucking disappointment to those around you – but, most of all, you are a disappointment to yourself.
Frankly, people expected better of you. All those years of education were squandered on somebody that never had an original thought in his life. All those fine meals went to create that repellent slob you see in the mirror. Dredge-up an image of that repulsive creature you fucked the other night – did you ever expect to be fornicating with something that looked like that?
Don’t even say it. No, you sure as hell aren’t going to change your ways now. It is too late to start over. It is too late for you to live your dreams at this point in your life. You are simply too old to accomplish anything in the few years you have left. Just face it, you wasted your whole life.
I know what you are thinking. Settling for something different doesn’t make me an inferior person, does it? Compromising on something smaller doesn’t make me less of a person, does it? It sure as shit does. You once had a coherent view of your life – and you fucked it up. All the more reason you are a total loser.
And so what if you have a growing child that you never expected? Now you are just a failure with an additional mouth to fill. Breeding is just something else that you should regret having done. Doctors bury their mistakes, and losers put diapers on their mishaps. If your life were one of those tests back in grade-school, you would get a failing grade on your existence.
If you had any courage, if you had any genuine moral worth, if you had any guts, the first thing you would do is admit what a worthless piece of shit you truly are.