Monday, November 11, 2019

RAW LAND

by John Grauerholz




I love the lonely landscapes, the empty places, the solitary spaces.  I am beguiled by the barren scenery that is not quite desert, yet a geography that is still too unforgiving to be farmland.  A soil that is not devoid of vegetation, but an earth where all the plants have already turned brown.  I am bewitched by the kind of countryside that the modern traveler just wants to get across as quickly as possible.  Although the sunshine might seem inviting, the crinkly wind keeps your senses on edge.  I delight in the secret beauty of junk-land that a realtor just wants to unload upon an unsuspecting buyer.  A property devoid of productive value, yet a bit too remote to be used as a rubbish dump.  I have a passion for uninhabitable environments, the unwanted acres where no one dares live.  A marginal geography where even cattle ranching did not prove viable; the kind of geology that once looked promising for oil extraction, but a spot where all the wells came up dry.  

Magic will never be found in a land of possibility, but majesty will always be located in a landscape of impossibilities.

Tuesday, September 3, 2019

I DON’T CARE ABOUT THE VICTIMS

by John Grauerholz




 
Serial murder is inevitable.  Mass slaughter is a sure and certain part of mass culture.  Just as a forest fire is part of the natural environmental cycle, so serial killers are part of the demographic environment.

I don’t give a shit about victims.  I don’t care about people who got in the way.  I am not the least bit concerned about collateral damage.

No, I am not going to any vigil.  No, I am not going to remember the names of the victims – and, if you were honest, you would admit that you can’t recall them either.  No, I am not going to light a candle in their memory – they are of no significance to me.  I just don’t care.

Yes, it is unfortunate that all those human beings perished in such a manner.  But people expire in unpleasant ways all the time.  You need to accept that, if someone is fated to die, there is absolutely nothing you can do about it.  Their time was up.  If a given person had somehow managed to avoid getting shot that afternoon, he would have died from a massive stroke that evening.  You can’t escape destiny; you can’t escape death.  Their victimhood was inevitable.  It was meant to be.

You need to acknowledge the suffering in life.  You need to admit that you are powerless to do anything about misfortune.

Human life is the most overrated thing on this planet.  Human existence is the most over-hyped thing in this world.  The victims are of no consequence.  There are 7 billion Homo sapiens on earth – but, be honest, if some stranger dies, you don’t really give a rat’s ass. I said, be honest.  Pretending to care about someone you have never met does not make you a better person, just a dishonest person.

I am NOT trying to encourage you to become a spree killer – I am not trying to discourage it either.  Mass murder is beyond praise or criticism.  Just as you should have no emotion for the victim, you should have no emotion for the perpetrator either.

The world is over-populated.  And if some of those people were to reach their predictable and providential demise, all that much more space for the rest of us.  A serial killer is just as much a part of evolution as a mutated virus.  Just as a rancher thins the herd, so human natures culls some of the excess of the species.  If people die, then people die.

Thursday, July 25, 2019

DON’T GET INTO IT

by John Grauerholz

 






Get away. Stay out. Keep your distance. It is fine as it is. Don’t even go near it. Back off. Leave it alone. 
 
Don’t touch it. Don’t disturb it. Don’t do it. You’re not improving anything. You’re only making it worse. You don’t know what you’re doing. You’re not making anything better. You’re only fucking it up. 


Look at the mess you made. I told you that you would break it. How could you be so stupid? 

Nobody ever wanted you to get involved. Nobody asked you to interfere. Nobody asked you to intrude. Nobody ever asked you to help. Nobody ever wanted you to meddle. 

 Why can’t you just mind your own business? Why can’t you keep your hands to yourself? Don’t you have anything better to do?

You are just hopeless. And the reason you are so useless is so obvious: you are completely worthless because you just can’t accept things as they are.