by Mr. Mean-Spirited
If no one ever helped you in life, then you don’t ever need to help anyone else.
If humanity never assisted you, then you don’t owe anyone squat. If no human being ever took pity on you, then you don’t need to be compassionate toward anyone.
If your neighbors never gave you food when your stomach was empty, then you don’t ever need to feed to the hungry. If no acquaintance ever offered you a dollar, you don’t need to hand four quarters to an impoverished stranger.
If no woman ever once cared about your feelings, you do not have to worry about hurting any other female. If no other human ever tried to make you happy, you don’t need to concern yourself with other beings.
Humanity should have reached out first. Society should have given you something first. There is only one of you, but there are over seven fucking billion of those other people on the planet; at least one of those entities should have extended a hand at some point. But if you were rejected seven billion times by these creatures, you ought to send back the rebuke.
This same population has been around a lot longer than you have been alive, ample time for them to have done something for you as far back as your early childhood. But ever since you were a young kid, this community treated you with utter condescension – so it is only right and just for you to treat any future generation with equal contempt.
This mass of living creatures has resources that would crush you; yet even though mankind never offered you a penny, society has the gall to expect you to contribute. If you never even got a hand-me-down, don’t be giving other people a handout.
The Bible tells us to live by the maxim “an eye for an eye” – so if everybody has not exactly been kind to you, then you damn well ought to be callous toward everyone. If humanity responded to you with a continual slight, you should give back the spite. If other people react toward you with disrespect, you must return the disdain. It’s only fair.
It is all about balance. If humanity always left you a rebuffed, then society deserves to be repulsed. If society never gave you anything, there is nothing to give back. If you never tasted tit, you don’t owe tat.
by Mr. Mean-Spirited
You have really fucked up this time. And there is no way you can fix things now. Let’s face it, there are no do-overs in the natural world – and there should never be any do-agains in human society either.
You took a chance, and you lost; you lost big – and you need to feel that loss. You took a thrashing, and now you need to feel that thrashing.
Society is not there to protect you from risk. No one should ever save your ass. A social safety net turns something genuine into a staged performance. The greater the risk, the more something is real.
You tripped-up, and if you fracture a bone – well, them’s the breaks. Missteps have consequences, and you should feel the busted ankle. You took a tumble, and your head really needs to smack that boulder. You slipped-up, and if you break your neck – well, tough luck.
Whenever some hunter gets himself lost in the mountains, he deserves to face the elements alone. Whenever some backpacker runs out of water in the desert – the rest of society should not have to pay for his rescue; the hiker truly ought to die for his bad decisions.
The only way to prevent such foolhardiness in the future is for the fool to perish for his failings right now.
It is only right that you should suffer for your mistakes. You deserve to be penalized for such errors. Bungling has consequences, and you ultimately need to feel them. Feel them bad. You screwed up something fierce, and you need to twist in agony for your failings.
You get no sympathy from me.
by Mr. Mean-Spirited
A nice guy is always a mind-controlled guy.
Becoming a disagreeable bastard liberates you from a lifetime of well-intentioned socialization. Humanity will tolerate a homophobe with grudging admiration; people will endure a racist with begrudged respect; but what other human beings cannot abide is someone unfriendly. You can say many things about an unkind and unpleasant individual, but a cruel and callous man will never be called a conformist. An unsociable human being might be obnoxious, but he is never obedient.
A friendly chap will do whatever society tells him that is necessary to be nice. A kind man will do exactly what he is told, just to remain a good sport. A good-hearted fellow will believe whatever the media tells him, just so long as those sentiments make him well-liked.
Becoming unfriendly detaches and disconnects you from decent society more effectively than anything else. If you want to free yourself from liberal brainwashing, the first step is to stop being so fucking nice. If you want to stop being mind-controlled by the humanitarian elite, then you should start by cultivating a reputation for being malicious and malevolent.
The only way that you can preserve your freedom is to stop being such a wimpy faggot. Only a bitter recluse can be absolutely sure to free himself from communitarian indoctrination. Most people, though, aren’t going to be willing to pay that price.
Individual freedom is going to carry quite a hefty societal cost. Only an outcast is going to be able to retain his individuality at this point in history. Personal freedom is going requite that a man remains consistently and constantly antisocial. Projecting an unpleasant character is going to keep the altruists away from you – a despicable personality is like a force field against do-gooders.
If you want people to like you, then you are being manipulated by others right this very minute. If you’re the life of the party, then you are just part of the herd. If you are the center of attention, then you are still part of collective. If you have charisma, then you are only playing a role in a performance that someone else is directing.
Remaining free in a society like ours is a matter of cultivating a mental attitude that makes other human beings keep their distance. At this moment of cultural decline, a foul reputation is simply the best armor against indoctrination. Sometimes the greatest defense against programming is social ostracism.
Remaining unfriendly in life always requires more courage than a physical altercation.
by Mr. Mean-Spirited
Envy reveals everything that should have been yours; jealousy shows what other people are keeping from you. Absolutely everything, the whole lot, every last thing that you might happen to envy should have been yours – all of it, no matter what. Jealousy shows just how much you have been cheated by society. Everything that you desire was supposed to be yours, but then interlopers managed to steal your birthright. Envy shows just what other people have taken away from you.
Envy is like a search for your own stolen possessions in a seedy establishment; jealousy is that moment of recognition that this piece of property is truly yours. The sense of envy is exactly the same as that feeling when you identify one of your stolen belongings in a pawn shop. The stronger the jealously, the truer the realization that it should be returned to your ownership.
The establishment is certain to indoctrinate you that envy is wrong, but it is always these very same authorities who have already taken most everything that is yours. It is always the tax collector that is the first to tell you jealousy is prohibited. The do-gooder who mostly loudly insists that you should not be covetous always turns out to be the professional thief.
Envy is the most useful emotion. You are never more perceptive than that moment when you are jealous of another person. You are never more observant than when you are feeling envy. The greedier the human, the more acute his senses. The more covetous the man, the more cunning his mind. Love is blind, but loathing is always in perfect focus.
Envy is prudent. You keep begrudging until chance circumstances give you a chance to take things back. Resentment lets you bide your time until the right moment to strike back. Jealousy gives you ample time to premeditate things.
Envy demonstrates what is your true destiny. Jealously displays the hand of providence.
Envy opens you to emotions that society would rather suppress. Hatred is the most potent sensation that can be experienced by the human soul; resentment is the gateway to that honest rancor in the back of your mind. Jealousy frees you up to primordial passions like pure hate. Greed liberates the soul.
Envy is what makes you human. If you do not feel jealousy when you are deprived of what should have been yours, then you are not fully human. If you are not jealous of someone else’s better fortune, then you are not honest about your real feelings.
Envy shows everything that you were denied. All this was supposed to be yours. If you don’t feel jealousy, then you haven’t truly felt anything in life.
by Mr. Mean-Spirited
You don’t want to be gathered in any group. You don’t want to be caught any crowd. If you are ever asked to join anything, you should be elbowing your way toward the nearest emergency exit.
Freedom is not what you will ever get if you enroll in a political party. Education is the last thing you are going to get in any classroom. Liberation isn’t going to be what happens when you enlist in the army. Heaven isn’t the place where you end-up if you are part of any congregation. You aren’t going anywhere if you are standing in line.
Groucho Marx would never join any club that would have him as a member. Good on him. You should take that injunction a bit further – and never go near any environment where clubs are lying in wait. Whether sticks or social groups, clubs will only be used against you.
A church wants to get you signed-up so that your confessions can be used ensure your obedience. Whatever a denomination learns about you will ultimately be leveraged against you. Come to think of it, any organization will use what they can to blackmail you into submission. Whatever the community knows about you will ultimately be turned against you. Once a member, always a member.
If you are standing shoulder-to-shoulder with your fellow citizens, the only thing you are going to take home is a case of head lice. If you are ever tempted to join your neighbors and go hand-in-hand into the future, the only thing you are going to get out of it is a social disease.
A true individualist is always going to remain on the fringes of any society – an independent soul is not quite a wild man in the forest, but certainly not a productive member of society either. An enlightened man is not going to be found on the membership rolls of any denomination, but a wise fellow isn’t going to be paling around with the atheist crowd either.
If you ever join an institution, then you are tied to the establishment. If you are going to belong to something, then you are owned by the collective.
Whenever two people cooperate, whenever two personalities work together, each participant loses a piece of his soul. Whenever a grown man carries a membership card, that human being will never get that individuality back. Whenever you get enrolled in an organization, you never get your independence back again. Any collective will inevitably destroy your character.
No matter what society promises, you don’t want to get involved.
by Mr. Mean-Spirited
I’ve never made any secret about being a misogynist. I freely admit that I hate women. I’m not going to pretend otherwise. It may come as a surprise, then, for me to say that I also hate men just as much – maybe I loathe males even more (since being of that same gender, I know their repulsive habits even better).
Yes, sir, I am a misandrist. I hate men. Male hypocrisy does not escape my gaze.
I hate men for their constant lies. I despise males for their continual dishonesty. A bloke will say anything to gain entry to a girl’s snatch. A fellow will pretend anything to get access to a woman’s orifice. Look, no crotch in creation is worth the effort to make something up. Hell, it’s just a groin – there isn’t any shortage of pussy in this world; there are billions of those gashes on this planet alone.
I hate men for their repulsive smell. Males seem to fancy that it is possible to disguise their repellent stench from the fairer sex, but no one is fooled. Men can drench themselves with all the cologne in the universe, and their bodies will still reek of sweat. No one is ever deceived by air fresheners. If a guy has to make himself smell like a pine forest, then he must be covering-up something pretty rank.
I hate men for their pitiful grooming. The more a fellow tries to spruce himself up, the more desperate he appears. The more a chap tries to make himself look better, the more phony his features. A man never looks balder then when he is wearing a hairpiece. A male never looks more awkward than when he tries to make himself more presentable.
I hate men for thinking that they can fix things. The more a bloke tries to repair an object, the quicker it wears out. The more a guy tries to mend an item, the more it is irreparably damaged. The more a person attempts to conceal his flaws, the more attention he draws to his defects. The more a boyfriend tries to fix a romance, the more fake becomes his emotional expression.
I hate men for not acknowledging their stupidity. Males will go to any length to keep from admitting their idiocy. I just wish that, for once, a gentleman would accept that his mental power isn’t all that great. Any fellow who would waste that much money on a woman certainly can’t be all that bright.
I hate men for their brotherhood. I loathe the way a chap’s voice deepens when he greets another fellow. I don’t trust your liberty, I don’t want your equality – but, most of all, I despise your fraternity. I am revolted by the masculine need for social rank. I want none of it.
I hate men for the way they debase themselves just to con a woman into bed. I loathe males for degrading themselves to procure a lady’s favors. A guy will prostrate himself just to empty his prostate. Men will demean themselves just to discharge a seminal blockage.
Most of all, I hate males for their appalling lack of dignity when they are around women. Modern men really need to buck-up more than just arrange another fuck. Arousal isn’t worth the effort.
by Mr. Mean-Spirited
Every human being is a serial killer – some of us just haven’t gotten around to that murdering stage yet. Every human being is a cold-blooded slasher; the temperatures just haven’t yet fallen low enough for most of us to start slaughtering. Every human being is a sadistic murderer – but most of us just haven’t reached that level of sexual excitement quite yet. Human beings are nothing more than vile and violent mammals.
Anyone will become an assassin, given the right psychological stimulus. The difference between a criminal and an ordinary citizen is simply a matter of accidental imprinting. What turns a well-adjusted member of society into a killer is just a mental aggravation at an opportune moment. A sadistic murderer is created much like a pearl in an oyster – circumstances introduce an element of cerebral irritation.
Human beings are despicable and depraved primates; all that it requires to release the beast within is an insignificant provocation. The only difference between a serial killer and an average character is a mere itch of the trigger finger. All that separates the saint and the sexual sadist is the firing of a few neurons in the brain. The Virgin Mary could become another Aileen Wuornos, should she have received the most casual slight at just the right instant. All it takes to transform Buddha into a Ted Bundy is petty rebuff from a self-absorbed courtesan. All that it needs to make a St. Francis begin chopping up choirboys is a dismissive glance from a passing bystander at a split second of psychic weakness.
Look, any law-abiding citizen could be tuned into a rifle-toting slayer merely by drafting him into the army. All that it takes for your humble mailman to start shooting is a humiliating rebuke from a supervisor. Every human being has that killer instinct – all that is necessary to make a person into a gunmen is a minor adjustment in subconscious input.
You can transform anyone into a murder with some well-timed conditioning. All that it takes to turn a human becoming into a brutish cutthroat is being around a bunch of stiff-necked liberals. All that it takes to transform a kid into a gangbanger is a welcoming peer group. It is not bad luck, but crazy luck, that that makes an inoffensive chap into an outlaw. The impulse to harm other human beings is not an aberration, but the inclination to lash-out is damn near inevitable. The immorality was there from the inception.
Every set of eyes that pass you on the street is the stare of your potential killer. Every stranger brushing against your back is a potential strangler. Everyone in line behind you has a switchblade in his pocket.
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