by Mr. Mean-Spirited
At some point, you’re going to be dead. Despite your best efforts, you are going to die.
Doesn’t matter whether you’ve left behind children to carry on the family line, you’re still going to be just as dead. Doesn’t matter whether you’ve done anything to benefit society, you’re still going to be just as deceased. Doesn’t matter whether you tried to rescue the planet, you still won’t be able save your own life. Doesn’t matter whether you die surrounded by loved ones or croak all alone in a rented room, your corpse is still going to cool just as fast. Doesn’t matter whether you did something to benefit the world or spent your years hiding in the basement, your body will rot just as quickly. Doesn’t matter how great your legacy, you’re still going to be lying in the grave when it is all over.
Doesn’t matter whether global warming is real or just a hoax, you won’t be around to know the difference. Doesn’t matter how many polar bears you preserve from extinction, you’re still going to expire just as sudden. Doesn’t matter if you are so environmentally conscious that you single-handedly save the entire earth, you will be so dead that you won’t hear any applause. Doesn’t matter how many people sing your praises after you pass on – you won’t be listening.
You don’t even want to consider what might happen to the world once you take your last breath. Your future progeny are completely fictional. Strong possibility that all life on earth will be destroyed by a rogue asteroid sometime in the next decade. Odds are that some sudden pestilence could wipe out the human species. Right now, human beings in some subsequent generation are completely hypothetical – they don’t yet exist and will probably never exist. A person who acts to benefit some imagined offspring eons yet to come is living an illusion. And a person who is living a delusion is mentally ill.
Let the future generations go fuck themselves. The only thing you want to leave behind in life is a stinking, rotting corpse.
by Mr. Mean-Spirited
You will die alone in a hospice. Chances are, you will perish with your wrists tied to a bedframe in some old folks home. You will depart an existence as uncomfortable as it is dishonest.
You might say that you enjoy walking along the beach, but that claim would not be honest with yourself. If you were to add-up all the minutes of your life, you will only spend, at best, a few hours looking at the ocean – yet you will squander your last 18 months of your existence drooling onto a bib in an assisted-living facility. Reality is the final years of life that you spend waiting to die in a wheelchair, not the hours that you sat in a swimsuit in the wet sand.
You might try to convince your intimates that you live for sex. But the truth is that you’ve already used-up more hours of your life straining over bowel movements than you ever did in the mechanics of intercourse. If you were truthful, you would admit that your chronic constipation takes up more of your time than a few episodes of fornication. But to be realistic, those dried turds scraping through your exhausted sphincter will be far more memorable than your last few copulations. You will ultimately forget the faces of everyone you ever loved, but your last defecation will be the final thing you remember.
Let’s face it, most of your life is pretty wretched indeed. Instead of being optimistic, it is always best to realize that discomfort is pretty much the norm. Happiness is an aberration. A positive mental attitude is what keeps you from realizing the truth of life. You need to focus more on the unpleasantness of existence, so you know what is waiting for you. Decrepitude is not something that only happens to others; senility is what awaits you. Dementia is just about the only thing in existence that you can count-on.
Life is like a distended trip to Disneyland; existence is like an interminable amusement park. Life is just like going to a theme park: the fun is over in a couple minutes and the rest of the time consists of some rather unpleasant sitting around. Just like spending two hours in line waiting for 2-minute ride; you enjoy a few moments of your miserable life, but spend the rest of the human experience merely marking time. Waiting, while you scratch at your ragged hemorrhoids.
by Mr. Mean-Spirited
There is no remedy for AIDS, so why bother getting tested? It’s not like the results are going to benefit you in any way. Nothing can be done to cure you, so don’t ever allow yourself to be tested for HIV.
Whether the lab returns come back positive or negative, you have no idea if the facility really ran the analysis – or decided to make a fast buck with some pretended results. In this age of institutionalized health care, you never know whether a positive reaction is a genuine determination, a false positive, or merely an attempt to scare you into spending hundreds of thousands of dollars on unnecessary treatment. In this era of corporate incompetence, you can’t trust any diagnosis.
You face more of a risk getting AIDS from being cut in a doctor’s office than you would from the cunt some random woman. Doctors aren’t supposed to reuse needles, yet it is rather obvious that they do. Just like you need to assume that the clinic will be getting a kickback from the drug company for every prescription, and just like the way that you suspect that the physician samples the narcotics, you don’t ever want to reveal your true suspicions and symptoms to the practitioner. You’ve got to recognize that you are taking quite a chance if you ever trust the medical profession with your actual condition. If the resulting life-long doctoring is to someone else’s financial benefit, you’ve got to realize that the industry might well deliberately infect you.
AIDS testing involves more than just a laboratory analysis; the health bureaucracy insists that curious patient receive lifestyle counseling. Therapists are some of the most annoying parasites ever invented. AIDS counseling is a racket to give nosy do-gooders an opportunity to amuse themselves by probing your sex life. They want to hear all the juicy details not to give you pointers to clean-up your act, but to record enough specifics so that they can go to the restroom and masturbate over the descriptions. Counseling is designed to get you to incriminate yourself.
No matter which way the test results come back, your name is going down in some government database. It doesn’t matter whether your particulars go down into the file on risky sexual behavior or if your social-security number is recorded on the list of disease-carriers. The health department is going to come knocking at your door – either with compulsory advice for improvement or with internment orders. Test results are something that will always be used against you.
Even if you really are infected, you still don’t ever want to know. The partner who gave you a sexually-transmitted disease didn’t care, so why should you be concerned about passing the affliction to someone else? The one-might stand who left you with the sexually transmitted contagion didn't give a damn about you, so why should you give the least consideration about anyone else? Even if you were unlikely and unlucky enough to contract some affliction, why make it worse by allowing it to interfere with your future fornications?
So what if you might die of some incurable infection? Not like that would be any great loss.
by Mr. Mean-Spirited
The mass media constantly tells you that there is one emotion worse than all others: hate. Mass religion tells you that there is one feeling that is always the most evil: hate. Mass politics tell you that there is one type of “crime” that is more awful than anything else: hate.
Let’s keep things in perspective: hate is just an emotion. Loathing is just a matter of the firing of certain neurons in the brain. Hate is not an action – sure, hatred may motivate certain activities, both heinous and heroic. Hate could possibly incite the murder an innocent citizen at one extreme – or inspire a husband to defend his wife against attackers in the opposite situation. But love itself has caused people to slaughter strangers and save spouses just about as often in recorded history. But, when you look at these emotions in terms of psychology, both hate and love are merely bioelectric discharges in the brain.
Why, then, is one particular emotion so vilified by all cultures? The answer has to be that the emotion of hate poses a threat to those very same societies. Why, then, is one feeling demonized by all major religions? Because that feeling is a danger to those particular religions. Why, then, do democratic countries enact laws against hate speech? Because hate endangers the actual foundations of government. There is a reason why the ruling bureaucracy wants to eradicate hatred, and that obvious explanation arises from the fact that hate threatens the very existence of the humanitarian establishment. Loathing puts the communitarians in peril.
In spite of constant denunciation from religious traditions, and despite continual condemnation by secular liberals, why does hatred continue to be expressed? Because hate must benefit the hater. Because hate must advantage the hater. The act of loathing other people gives you an edge.
And altruists are intimidated by that empowerment of the individual hater. When a man has scorn in his heart he cannot be brainwashed by the idealists. When an individual is motivated by hate, he cannot be controlled by humanitarian mind control.
The object of hatred is largely accidental – what is vital is the process of expressing hatred. It doesn’t matter exactly who you come to detest, it is precisely this experience of hating others that forms and forges your identity as a distinct individual. It doesn’t matter precisely who come to despise, it is the process of repulsion that frees you from social convention. The way I figure it: anything the idealists tell me is wrong is pretty much something that I damn well should be doing.
Hate liberates the human spirit. Disgust emancipates the personality. Hate is what makes you a free-thinking individualist. Hatred is all that keeps you from becoming just another do-gooder. It is only hate that keeps you from becoming part of the herd.
A free man expresses his hatreds loudly and proudly.
by Mr. Mean-Spirited
Do not ever donate your organs to anyone. You are not a resource to be harvested. You are not a package of spare parts to be slit and sliced. You are not a biological boneyard that exists only to be salvaged for chunks of flesh. You are not a commodity to be carved up like a Thanksgiving turkey.
You don’t want some guy holding a bone saw and a plastic bucket to be anxiously awaiting your last breath. You don’t want some smirking surgeon to be tapping his scalpel on the hospital bedframe until he is able to go fishing around in your chest cavity for warm organs. You are not just a lump of meat to be recycled into the bodies of more fortunate citizens.
You do not belong to society; you have no obligation to provide second-hand gall bladders for the more favored amongst us. The idea that the transplant lobby has a right to recover biological material implies that you are the property of the state. Organ donation is the ultimate proof that you are just another resource to be exploited by the community. Refusing the claim of organ donation defends your existence as an individual. The do-gooders will try their best to intimidate you into providing body parts to extend their coddled existence – but if you want to remain a unique soul you must strive to keep your body intact.
Some stranger did nothing for you, so why the hell should you offer him your spleen? Somebody prancing about with you transplanted heart behind his rib cage has done nothing but make a complete sucker out of you – organ donation is just another way that other people take advantage of you. Why the hell should some jerk get your kidneys? Why would you want some shithead to enjoy a few more years of life at your expense? Let’s face it, if you have to die, then everyone else should have the good manners to politely depart this world when their time is up.
The main reason that organ donation is continually pushed by the mass media is not to save lives, but to generate more funds for the medical industry. Organ donation only exists to enrich the medical establishment: you might be feeling generous and give-up your body parts for free, but the transplant surgery is going to make hundreds of thousands of dollars for the health-care industry.
You do understand that if you sign into the organ donation scam, hospitals are going to do their damndest to hasten and hurry your demise. A doctor’s time is valuable, and the professionals are impatient to get their rubber-gloved fingers on the most profitable pieces of your corpse before the competition is able to carve you up.
If you are foolish enough to offer your body to science, you do know that the interns will be laughing and making jokes about your pathetic physique. Your body should be of more value to you than to allow your carcass to end up as a prop for the amusement of some pampered postgraduates. You do realize that if you donate your cadaver to some medical school, the grad students will be taking selfies in front of your corpse.
The very same clique that stole your lunch money when you were in elementary school has now grown into the crowd that is pushing organ donation. They very same smarmy ass-kissers in the human resources department that made you bow and dance for your shit-job are also the do-gooders trying to intimidate you into organ donation. They very same grinning tax-collectors that stole most of your paycheck have now become the mob trying to get you to sign-up for organ donation. The same establishment that screwed you over throughout your existence is the very same society that wants to carve you up for spare parts. The very same “humanitarians” who fucked you over throughout your life are the very same people who are trying to fuck you over after death.
Don’t be a dumbass, don’t be an organ donor. Refusing to give up your organs is the ultimate way of giving the finger to society.
by Mr. Mean-Spirited
I’ve always hated children – but for many years, I actually thought I was the only person who ever felt that way. I never realized that the word misopedia existed to describe this very feeling; now I am simply content to portray myself as a committed misopedist, since I never could stand to be around kids. I don’t just find children a nuisance, I despise them. I don’t just find children an annoyance, I detest them. I don’t just find kids an inconvenience, I loathe them. I don’t want to be touched by their slimy fingers; I don’t want to hear their screeching; I don’t even want to see their misshapen limbs.
A prudent man shrinks from the possibility of fatherhood the way his penis shrivels at the sight of a pregnant woman’s belly.
I hate children for destroying a woman’s looks. Take a beautiful woman and make her pregnant - the next time you see her, you won’t recognize the lady behind the stretch marks and blubber. Take a nice set of breasts, and have the wench start lactating, and all that will remain of her boobs are sag and stretch marks. After a dame’s nipple has been sucked by some kid, you won’t be in any hurry to put the tit in your mouth.
I hate children for reducing a parent’s intelligence. Once a woman and has excreted a child, the only thing she will now be blathering about is her brat’s diarrhea; instead of being able to hold her own in a discussion of politics and religion, the new mother will be blithering about how many diapers she goes through in a day. After a well-spoken woman has spent a month caring for an infant, the mother’s IQ will drop at least a dozen points.
I hate children for ruining lives. An individual could have made his life into a wild and wonderful creation; instead, do-gooders now will tell the gentleman that needs to put his children first. A father just discards some biological residue in a woman’s orifice - yet, after being forced to give up half his income, he will come to regret that discharge every day for the next couple decades. Babies are a sexually transmitted disease that will take 18 years to cure. No, children are not innocent, not in the least; children annihilate the very independence of a parent. Surely raising another yet urchin is not the most important thing - but accepting the role of a parent is the most idiotic way that an adult could waste his remaining years.
I hate children for being dependent. Always needing something, always wanting something more. An infant looks at a parent not with love or hate, but with pure emptiness – the same emotional vacancy that the mother wants to fill by having a kid in the first place. A baby is like a sinkhole: a screeching, shrieking pit that can never be filled – or never shut-up no matter how much a parent might sacrifice.
I hate children for wasting resources. Over the next two decades, raising a child will cost you the equivalent of purchasing a new house. But becoming a parent will waste money that you could have spent on something important – like yourself. Far better to invest in a box of condoms and buy enough insurance in order to spend the next two decades indulging yourself. For God’s sake, a can of baby formula costs just about as much as a bottle of gin.
I hate children for dumbing down life. Mass culture wants everything in life to be family friendly, so any ideas of daring and depth are cast aside to make things accessible to everyone. The ruling elite actively discourage any discussion of the truly sinister nature of existence because, well, that might frighten the “little ones.” Instead, the establishment media continually subjects all consumers to programming that is insipidly inspirational because “children might be watching.”
I hate children for giving an excuse for government repression. Whenever some legislator comes up with some new law designed to take away your remaining freedoms, those new restrictions are always decreed “to protect the children.” Whenever government wants to tell you what to do, those regulations are always enacted to “safeguard kids.” Well, I would rather keep the liberty and not bother with the kids. If a nuclear family truly requites totalitarian legislation to protect its existence, then you are much better-off childfree.
I hate children for being such repulsive creatures. Smeary with snot and squishy with shit, leaking piss and dripping saliva, babies smell like a cross between dirty laundry and rancid meat. A man who does not hate children has never heard a brat scream for a solid hour.
Sometimes the best thing to do is just to abandon the infant in a cart in the middle of the nearest Wal-mart. Trust me, no one will ever notice.
by Mr. Mean-Spirited
I don't care how paranoid you imagine yourself to be – you aren’t suspicious enough. It doesn't matter how much you might distrust other people, somebody is already taking advantage of you. It's not important how often you look over your shoulder, you will never see everyone who is following you. You just aren’t adequately mistrustful.
Fear is a state of alertness. While panic is not a particularly serviceable mindset to plan strategy, dread is an ideal state of mind for surveying the combat zone. Fright simply lets you scan more of the field of carnage. Being scared is merely a form of information gathering.
If you really want to know what you are facing, you will just have to make yourself even more paranoid. The only way that you are going to understand what the others are conspiring against to you is to become frightened deliberately. Fear lets you recognize things that you would not otherwise be able to notice. You never glimpse as many potential assailants as when you are scared. You must become intentionally terrified. When you are afraid, you finally manage to glimpse something of the plot against you. Terror lets you understand the big picture. The more of daily life that begins to alarm you, the better your awareness of the scheme against you.
Paranoia gives you an edge. Wariness gives you an advantage over the conformists. When you are happy, you let your guard down. The instant you feel comfortable around other humans is when you make yourself vulnerable. The moment you start to trust another person is the instant where you can be overpowered. Once you stop distrusting everyone, you can be defeated by anyone.
