Tuesday, February 28, 2017

THAT’S THEIR PROBLEM


by Mr. Mean-Spirited
 



You know what they say about a drowning man.  If you try to save somebody floundering about in the ocean – then he will only drag you under the water.  It is better to let the stranger die – than to risk being killed yourself.  If someone else life is in peril, that’s his problem.

You know the risk.  You see a stranger afflicted with some loathsome disease.  You don’t rush to his assistance – because you might contract the infection yourself.  You don’t comfort the hurting – because you don’t want to come down with whatever he’s got.  If someone else is suffering, that’s his problem.

You know what always happens.  You observe a woman taking a beating by an aggrieved husband.  You’ve heard what always happens with domestic violence – if you intervene, both participants will turn upon you.  Might as well let the couple work it out.  You don’t know the situation, so don’t stick your nostrils into their affairs – if you don’t want to get your nose broken don’t sniff around other people.  A wife’s black eye is her problem – after all, she chose the bastard, so she deserves to receive the consequences of her choice.  You weren’t involved in their very-muscular courtship, and you need respect their privacy.  If a person is unable to experience the all the misfortune arising from a bad decision, then they can’t ever receive the full blessings of a wise determination.

You know the menace.  You don’t dare to help the less-fortunate without having them take advantage of you.  If you don’t want someone to steal your wallet, then don’t pull out your billfold to give a bum a dollar.  When you are around other people, keep your eyes open, your mouth closed, and your money hidden.

You know the danger.  You witness a stranger being robbed by armed assailants.   If you get in their way, you could end up getting shot yourself.  As long as you aren’t losing your own valuables, it’s not your problem.  The only thing that being compassion will get you is a bullet hole.  Involving yourself in someone else’s affairs is not an act of kindness, but an act that will get you killed.

What this world needs is not more busy-bodies, but more citizens who mind their own business.  Respecting other people is best served by leaving them alone.  If you want to live in freedom, then don’t interfere in other’s lives – no matter what.

Charity begins at home – and ought to end there too.

Thursday, February 16, 2017

THE MEANING OF LIFE IS HATE


by Mr. Mean-Spirited


 



Life either has meaning or it doesn’t.

If existence has no deeper meaning, then you might as well stop reading and go do whatever the hell you want. It doesn’t matter.   It doesn’t matter if you go fuck yourself or go fuck the world over.   It doesn’t make any difference.

If, however, reality does have some sort of significance, then that meaning may not necessarily be something that you would particularly like.  The truth might not be something that you would ever want to hear.

The meaning of life may not be a good thing.  The meaning of life may not be nice.  If the meaning of life were “happiness,” then I would wager that your own life would be a lot happier.  If the meaning of life were “joy,” then it would follow that your own existence would be a hell of a lot more joyful.  The significance of life may not be “love” or “kindness” – or anything else that the mass media tells you.  If the authorities tell you to focus on the “positive,” then the genuine meaning is going to be found in what the elite would rather that you not explore – the “negative.”

The meaning of life is going to be discovered in what the do-gooders tell to avoid.  The meaning of life is going to be exactly that element of the human personality that everyone refuses to accept.  The meaning of life is going to be discerned in precisely that part of the human psyche that no one wants to acknowledge.  Meaning is always something that you are unable to face.

The meaning of life is malevolence.   The meaning of life is malice.  All you have is misery, my friend – and that misfortune is the solution to the question of a meaning to existence.

Human beings are on this planet for one reason and one reason only.  We are here to hate.