Monday, December 17, 2012


by Mr. Mean-Spirited

I pray each day that God will look up the world, that God will truly see creation for what it is, that God will recognize the suffering in life, that God will finally realize that He is the cause of all that pain – and that The Lord will do the right thing and kill Himself.  I pray each day that God will commit suicide.  If God had any self-respect, it is high time for the Almighty to stick the barrel of the gun in the mouth – and pull the trigger.   They say that God hears all pleas, so listen up: this prayer is for God to blow His fucking brains out.

Each morning I spend a half hour in the nearby Catholic Church, weeping and wailing for liberation from the sufferings that God hath wrought. Slouching on a pew in the back of the cathedral, I pray each day that God will terminate His own existence. But I have some good news: I think that God is finally beginning to see the light - and that the Heavenly Father is working up the nerve to do the deed.

Monday, December 3, 2012


by Mr. Mean-Spirited


Hatred forces you to see things as they, not the way humanitarians tell you that the world should be. When you hate another person, you do not learn anything new about the target, but you come to recognize yourself for what you are. And what you learn from the act of hating is of frightening utility. Malevolence is the most radiant necessity that you will ever experience.

Hatred is the foundation of all existence; hostility is the very basis of life itself. Hate has always been coiled within the human condition; hatred has always been a twisted within the human soul. But at precisely the moment when Western culture comes to a close, anything to do hate has been attacked by liberal society. Animosity needs to be restored to the center of the human experience. Only in a civilization that has been brought to collapse and cataclysm by do-gooder bureaucrats would it be necessary to defend a human virtue like hatred.

By hating openly, by openly hating, you break a major taboo of the do-gooders. Idealists not only want to prevent you from speaking anything that could even be remotely considered as hateful, but these humanitarians so want to control your mind that they actually make it impossible for you to feel ill will. Liberals not only want to shut you up with “hate-speech” laws, but the mass media also wants to make it damn near impossible for you to feel mean-spirited in the first place. There is nothing that the altruists want more than for everyone to just “get along,” but a reactionary wants something more important than that: the counter-revolutionary wants you to be “true to yourself.” The liberal bureaucrats have plans for you—and it is about time that you make use of your hatred to fuck things up.

Hatred is normal. Hatred is normal, natural, and necessary; it is the absence of animosity that is the sign of mental illness. Malice certainly comes from the darker side of the human soul, but an experience of such intense dislike is also a necessary part of the emotional balance. Ill will is an inescapable part of the human condition. Any attempt to repress hatred cripples the personality. To be fully human is to become an unapologetic hater of your fellow man.

A man that only experiences the emotion of love is a grotesquely deformed entity: a liberal. Only by hating without restraint can you once again be fully human. By loathing all mankind, you become an enlightened being. Hatred is always so dazzling and delightful precisely because it focuses both emotion and reason upon a person to be despised: the more you are forced to know someone, the more that you simply loathe their presence. 

Better to be a mean-spirited bastard than a crippled weakling.

Hatred filters out the unworthy. Hate is what screens all that is marvelous in life and delivers the spectacular into your possession. Hostility makes you a connoisseur of all that is deserving and desirable in existence—and allows you to reject all that is weak and wretched. Animosity gives you the ability to discard the contemptible and focus your attention only upon the commendable.

Better to pick and choose those who are worthy of affection than to have that choice made for you by the government.

Hatred is brutally honest. Hatred shows you how people really feel about each other. There is no pretending in malevolence—there is no deception in loathing your neighbor. Spite is always sincere. You might well tell plenty of females that you love them when you obviously feel nothing of the sort—but hatred is always fiercely honest. Hatred restores human relationships to their essential truth.

Better to know the truth—even if it makes you want to slaughter your neighbor.

Hatred preserves boundaries. Hatred is a defense against the crowd. Hatred keeps your personality from being submerged in the herd. Hostility preserves your identity from being part of the horde. Hatred is that spark that makes your soul unique; through the burning fire of hate, you keep your spirit from being suffocated by the rabble. Animosity keeps you from being crushed by the mandatory embrace of the humanitarians.

Better to remain alone than to become part of the mass. 

Hatred makes you noble. Hatred builds you up at the expense of other people. Despising other men puts your ahead of everyone else. Basic mammalian behavior requires that one person always assume superiority—hatred insures that you remain at the top. Hostility cuts you from the rest of society. When you express a dislike of your neighbor, you communicate your own superiority. You only build self-esteem by when you express a loathing of your fellow man. There is no more exalting emotion than hatred. Loathing humanity will always make you a noble being. Hatred raises your head above the rabble. Hatred is what makes you rise above your neighbor. Let’s face it, if you want to avoid the mediocrity of equality, then you will need to make yourself superior by cutting others done to size. You only become part of the elect by hating the people around you. The world isn’t a nice place: if you want to be sovereign, you need to use the power of hate to make others into your subjects. 

Better that it is you at the top of the steeple than one of our neighbors.

Hatred gives your life direction. Hatred gives meaning and motivation to existence. Hatred inspires the personality to accomplish great things. Despising others gives you a goal in life; while the do-gooder wants you to help your neighbors, you will have a far more intense existence if you devote your efforts toward hating your fellow man. Showing all mankind just how much you loathe them leaves your surroundings marked by your personality. Hatred gives you a purpose in life: despising your neighbors. Better a negative purpose in life, than none at all. Hatred of the human race gives you a sense of pride and a certain swagger to your walk. 

The need to get revenge provides a great way of getting your priorities straight. The necessity for vengeance will get you through all the suffering in life. The desire to bring your hatred to fruition can clear the mind like nothing else. The goal of life is to enjoy yourself by making your neighbors miserable.

Better to be in the darkness and know that you are in the darkness than to be blinded by someone else’s light.

Hatred prevents mind control. Hatred preserves your personality from being brainwashed by the liberal media. Only an intense emotion like spite will keep your psyche from being controlled by idealists. There is an explanation why hatred is so feared by do-gooders. There is a reason why malevolence is continually attacked by the humanitarian establishment—and that is because hate is such a potent emotion that it can push out alien ideologies from the psyche. Hatred frees you from social conditioning—malice allows you to liberate yourself from earlier societal indoctrination. Hatred allows you throw off all the propaganda that has been pounded into you by years of government schooling. Loathing your neighbors will ultimately free you from this mandatory compassion that is continually broadcast by the mass media.  

There is no greater shield against liberal socialization than total hatred. Enmity is more than a defense mechanism; it will flush out all the liberal programming that has been inserted in your personality by decades of government schooling. Hatred will clear your mind of all the government-mandated sensitivity training; the loathing of do-gooders will cleanse your thoughts of all compulsory re-education. You can’t be certain that you are thinking for yourself until you start expressing hatred.

Better to have opinions that frighten the rest of society than to be manipulated by the liberal power structure.

Hatred is always beautiful. Hatred is the most alluring sentiment that can be experienced by a human being; hostility has a terrible loveliness. Animosity is the most ravishing of all sensation. There is something marvelously enticing about all that is sinister. There is no other perception that will so enchant your life like the experience of hatred. There is nothing quite as alluring to the human spirit than total evil.

Better to wish death upon all mankind if only for a peep of forbidden comeliness. 

Hatred is the most intense emotion experienced by the human soul. Hatred is the most forceful feeling that can be expressed by the human spirit. Because hatred is the most intense emotion that can be experienced, hating can make all other areas of life possess greater meaning. Hostility heightens perception. Animosity makes everything else in life have a greater fury and ferocity. Hatred gives the rest of existence a greater vigor and vehemence. Hating kicks it up a notch.
Better to risk the societal retribution for daring to hate than to endure a second-hand empathy of someone else.
Hatred and love are the same emotion. Hatred and love are just different sides of the same feeling—only the final focus is different. Hatred and love are entirely intertwined; to fully convey one aspect requires that you communicate the reverse. Hatred and love originate from the same spot in the human personality. If you want to truly love a unique individual, then you need to express the totality of your emotions—and that obviously includes hatred. You need to disseminate all that is within you; if you want to fully love, then you need to divulge some of the darkness that is part of the human soul.

Better to hate with all your heart and loins than not to love at all.

Hatred is freedom from society. Daring to express hatred is what makes you free from social constraint. A spiteful individual is never concerned about fitting into society. Hatred is emancipating—daring to communicate a loathing for your neighbor makes you sovereign over all others. To be compassionate toward other people is to allow your personality to be enslaved by their emotions. To have empathy for other is to be dependent on their feelings. Having to be concerned about the feelings of others is to be a slave to their sentiments.

Better to remain a hate-filled recluse than to be crippled by compassion.

Hatred is a form of self-defense against your fellow human beings. I guarantee that other beings hate you at this very minute; I promise that someone even hates you at this very moment while you read this very paragraph. I’ve got news for you: your neighbors detest you; even your own family is disgusted by you; and your God despises you most of all. Right now, there are other people who hate your guts; someone has a grudge against you this very instant. Out of sheer self-preservation, you must hate them back. You need to respond to hatred with hatred. Return hostility for hostility. Give malice for malice. The only reason you would turn the other cheek is to maneuver for a crushing blow against your enemies.  

You need to hate your neighbors as much as they hate you. Society is always webbed with mutual loathing. You need to make others suffer the way that they have made you suffer. Hatred is all about returning the pain. Enmity is a matter of self-protection. You build your own character only by despising your enemies even more than they detest you. You do not gain majesty from forgiving your adversaries as much as planning their destruction. 

Better to despise the whole world than to be part of it.

Hatred is a repudiation of an all-loving god. The act of loathing is, if you will indulge me, a metaphysical stance. Hatred is a rejection of the world surrounding you—and, ultimately, enmity is a rebuff of this flawed world. Hatred is a finger in the Creator’s eye—and a demand for something better. Despising your neighbor is the ultimate rebellion against injustice. The hate you feel in your heart is the ultimate proof that the entity who designed the human psyche wasn’t a very nice guy. Hatred is the ultimate renunciation of mainstream Christianity. Hatred is a refusal of subservience to an unworthy deity.

That pilot light of hate deep within your soul keeps you from being taken-in. When you hate your fellow man, you show God that you truly know what’s what.

Better to hate your neighbor than to become a servant of the Lord.

Hatred cannot be eradicated, so live with it. If hatred is inevitable, then you might as well express the emotion that makes you truly human. The liberal tries to change human nature, while the more enlightened reactionary accepts things as they are. If the human spirit has a sinister aspect, you might as well accept the bleakness of the soul. Go ahead and sharpen your emotional claws upon the flesh of your nearest neighbors.

Better to embrace hatred with all your body and spirit than to pretend that you do not feel its power.

In conclusion, once you acknowledge and affirm the hatred spiraled within your personality, the frequency and ferocity of your hatred will steadily increase. In a world where altruism is almost compulsory, it takes a certain bravery to hate. In an existence where the humanitarian rulers constantly tell you how awful you are to hate, it requires courage to hate. When do-gooders always insist that it is a terrible thing to hate, it takes a particular defiance to express ill will. In a world where the mass media would like nothing better than to make compassion mandatory, a hardiness of the soul is needed to remain mean-spirited. Let us admire the fortitude and fervor of those individuals who hate the world with all their body and soul. 

Monday, November 26, 2012


by Mr. Mean-Spirited

Change is always a scam that the liberal establishment runs against you. Change is not some evolutionary transformation, but a calculated con that the do-gooders run against their victims. Change is not a process beyond human control, but a deliberate action that is done against you.

The minute you hear an altruist talking about “good will,” you know that the public-spirited hands are after your wallet. The instant a liberal says something about “social justice,” you know that the humanitarian is going to be expecting your total obedience. A do-gooder will see that change is done to you until you no longer resist. 

Change is the means by which mass culture gains your conformity and compliance. Change is not some ethereal force that frees a citizen from traditional oppression, but a deliberate strategy of controlling the individual. Change is the way that the humanitarian keeps you obedient.

1. Life only becomes worse. If you learn one thing in life, that lesson is that conditions will never get better. There is no such thing as progress; your existence will always be worse than your parents’ standard of living. Your health is only going to continue to decline. Like the Second Law of Thermodynamics, everything winds down. If someone claims that life will suddenly move in a more positive direction, you can be damn certain that it “sounds too good to be true.” The notion that something might improve goes against the very order of the universe. Whenever a humanitarian says that things will be better, you know that they are lying about what is on the way.

No matter what you do, the quality of life is going to deteriorate; there is not a single thing you can do to make the world better. If you do nothing at all, obviously civilization will continue to get worse - but should you ever try to improve society, things will ultimately get twice as bad twice as fast. If you do absolutely naught, culture will continue to decline, but at least the decay won't be quite as rapid. When it comes to life, it is best to sit this one out.

Like one of those silent movies where a motorcar has gone off the edge of the cliff, the passengers patiently wait inside the classic vehicle as the auto slips and slides ever further into the abyss. If all the victims just stay quiet they might well be able to survive the descent with broken limbs and battered sheet metal, but then one busy-body gets the bright idea that he can fix things, and as soon as he tries to improve the situation, the car races to the bottom and everyone dies rather horribly. Trying to improve things only makes what is inevitable just that much more horrific.

2. Change will always benefit someone else. If change were some evolutionary force that the humanitarians describe, if change really were some impersonal process, then you would occasionally benefit by such social transformation. If these alterations really were a random force, then random chance would dictate that you would occasionally gain some improvement. Since you never receive any benefit from cultural metamorphosis, it is clearly something manipulated against you. Change only goes in one direction – always from you and into the pocket of someone else. Social "improvement" will never profit you. Change is always a reward to other people. In order for a stranger to receive some advantage, then you will have to suffer a corresponding disadvantage. Change is a meticulous onslaught against you in particular.

Change is always the excuse used when someone wants something from you. Change is a scheme by which one social group attempts to extract something from you. Change is not some ethereal force; instead, change can be charted by following the money. Your wealth always flows toward other people, never the other way around. There is a reason why a bum always asks you for "change."

If you bestow Affirmative Action upon one special ethnicity, you will need to disadvantage another group. If you give especially favored class of people a monthly welfare check, you will need to increase taxes upon a particularly disliked population. For one person to receive a benefit, another citizen will have some right taken away.

No matter what the altruist might claim, you will always be on the losing side of change. No matter what so do-gooder might insist, any social change will always leave you with less wealth and less freedom. When one fellow gets a boost, another chap is left with a boot-print on his back. Change will always leave you on all-fours.

3. Change is a deliberate act of disrespect toward you. Change is not just some liberal’s
attempt to deprive you of goods – but is also an expression of the humanitarian’s total contempt for your lifestyle.  Social change is not just a do-gooder’s sneaky attack on your way of life, but also an attitude of complete scorn for your value system.  Change is an assault on your moral foundation, and don’t you forget it.  Social change dishonors all that you believe – trying to improve society makes a mockery of all that you have suffered.  If you had to endure some misfortune in life, then – damn it – so should the rest of humanity.

4.  When you try to improve something, the situation always gets worse.  Whenever some commercial product is “improved,” you can be damn certain that the item is now of inferior quality.  Just like the New Coke of some years ago - when you deliberately set out to make something better, you can be certain that you will completely ruin the product.  Whenever you try to fix something, you end up breaking it.  Pol Pot didn’t wake up in the morning and rub his hands together in glee over all the citizens he would kill that day – no indeed, the Cambodian ruler thought that he was rebuilding society for the good.  Chairman Mao did not laugh about all the Chinese who starved to death as the result of his reforms – not at all, the Communist leader thought that he was transforming traditional culture. All massacres are the result of altruists who thought that they were remaking society for the better.  All atrocities everywhere are committed by idealists who think that they can “make a difference.” 

Get over yourself, you stupid liberal: you are not smarter than past generations, you aren’t more caring than your ancestors, you aren’t free from prejudices of earlier traditions – you are just another schmuck.  There is nothing whatsoever that you can do to make society better, so don’t even bother trying.

The most certain way of creating tyranny is to try to improve society.  The most certain means of making people miserable is to attempt to better their lives. The most certain means of creating a police state is to try to “make a difference” in the world.  All that is necessary for evil to triumph is for ordinary men to imagine that they are doing good. 

5.  The desire for change does not take place when social institutions have failed; rather, the humanitarian will always demand changes when such institutions are running perfectly well.  After all, the American social movements of the 1960’s occurred at precisely the moment when the United States was at the height of its power.  Hence, change is not an effort to remedy some perceived injustice – as much as an idealistic elite’s attempt to seize some of the wealth for themselves.  An innovation is not designed to fix some particular defect; instead, an “improvement” is merely a mechanism designed to extract something from you.

Stupid liberal, you don’t need to moan and wail about civil rights.  You need to mind your own business - and get your own life in order.  Stop thinking that you are a savior to people you’ve never met.  Don’t you recognize that giving civil rights to one social class meant higher taxes and higher crime to the remainder of society?

6. Change is always justified by the authority of supposed “experts.”  Whenever some supposed “egalitarian” policy is questioned, the liberals will invariably claim that the supported by the academic community.  Just as an altruist uses a passive-aggressive personality to accumulate riches, the passive avariciousness of the do-gooder is given a veneer of respectability by the university elite.  Higher education is a fabricator of excuses for this humanitarian theft.  Because the idealist is a cowardly wimp, he cannot admit to himself that he wants everything you own – so the liberal uses some academic study to justify his greed.

7.  Change is used to brainwash you.  Change is a tool to ensure your conformity.  You are told to go along; you are required to give-in; you are forced to submit to some foreign conditioning.  Change is the excuse that the alien invader uses to make you think like them.  Change is never a matter of some do-gooder changing his mind – no, it doesn’t ever move in that direction – instead, it always requires that you alter your opinions to fit those of this trespassing invader.  Change is used to break you down.

8. Change makes you part of the herd.  Adaptation takes the individual and forces him into the collective.  Change is what grabs an individual and makes him part of the crowd.  No wonder that the liberal is always talking about “being part of something greater” than himself – revolution make you part of the commune.

9.  Change is a process that makes you subservient.  Social transformation puts you at the receiving end of some interfering do-gooder; change makes you masochistic.  Reform places you in a submissive role to the invading ethnicity.  Change dilates your asshole for an alien probing.  Innovation requires that you give power to some interloper.  Change is always totalitarian; your refusal to go along will be punished by law. The liberals will always insist that change is being done to you for your own good.

10. Change upsets the balance of the cosmos.  Change upsets the harmony of the universe.  Change upsets the metaphysical equilibrium.  There is only one pattern to the human existence: history repeats itself – but it does not get better.   Change is a metaphysical insult.  An enlightened man does not tamper with the social order.  Revolution is an affront against the order of nature.

Stupid liberal, where do you get the arrogance to imagine that you have the solution to social problems that have existed throughout history?  Poverty and misery are integral parts of the pattern of life – and even though you have a high opinion of your intelligence, you just aren’t smart enough to eradicate misfortune.  You simply aren’t as bright as you think you are.

Look, you fucking wimp, maybe your parents always told you that you were oh-so-special as a child; perhaps your daddy always tucked you in bed by telling you that you were going to accomplish oh-so-great things; possibly you mommy told you that you were oh-so-talented.  Well, it is time to grow up – and in the real world, you can’t do shit.  You just aren’t “gifted” enough to make the world better:  you can only make everything worse - just like the way you screwed up your own life.  The more special you feel, the more you delude yourself – and delusions like yours will only bring misery to everyone.
The minute you go complicit and welcome change in one area of life, you have lost your mental edge.  You have already lost the battle if you go along with change in any aspect of your existence.  You must be consistent in your vigilance.  To be compassionate toward others is to weaken yourself.

The only consideration that you need to make about change is what you get out of it.  Now, if that sounds “horrible and selfish” for you to calculate exactly what benefits you might gain – why isn’t it equally “horrible and selfish” for a government-approved minority to seize those same benefits?  There is always a double standard involved in change – and you can be certain that you will always be on the losing side of that double-standard.

Whatever values the liberal might cherish must be consistently opposed: ideals such as equality and democracy must be coherently disparaged.  Kindness must always be denigrated.  Civil rights must be regarded as a direct threat to your lifestyle.  Indeed, you are only going to put a stop to change by championing cruelty and discrimination.  To defeat change, you must cast off all ideas of charity and empathy.  To remain constant, you must focus only upon yourself.  The moment you start to think about others, you make yourself vulnerable to change. 

Your only defense against change is sheer hatred.  The only protection against having change done to you is not conservative politics – but a loathing, a complete loathing, an utter loathing of everything to do with liberalism.  You cannot defeat liberalism through conventional politics – that is merely fighting the battle on their terms.  Hate gives you the ability to take the offensive. 

Hatred is a sort of antibody against some do-gooder putting the change upon you.  Always keep in mind that, in their typically non-confrontational way, liberals always want you dead; social change is designed to destroy you.  Only a total hatred of the do-gooder prevents you from being changed beyond all recognition.

There is no emotion more feared by the humanitarian that hatred.  Sheer malice directed toward a do-gooder is like garlic around a vampire.  Only an utter loathing is a potent enough defense against being brainwashed by the mass media.  The desire for revenge keeps you immune to talk about the benefits of change.

The liberal manipulators are not going to let you opt-out of change.  There is no jungle hideout, no mountain cave where the government bureaucrats will allow you to seek refuge from change.  These do-gooders are determined that you experience each social transformation – as these meddlers have decided that such changes will only “help you” in the long run – and you are not permitted to refuse a humanitarian’s assistance.  You are not allowed to shirk your compulsory community service.  The only way that you can resist interfering liberals is to hate them with all your heart.  Defeating change comes down to a battle of wills.  Remaining a whole individual requires a constant struggle against idealistic brainwashing with all your inner powers of hate.  The only way of prevailing against humanitarian thought control is through maintaining a total revulsion against change.

You must make the liberal do the hurting.  Ultimately, you are only going to reverse change by making the do-gooders suffer more pain than the humanitarians have inflicted upon you.  Hate gives you the determination to make the empathic overlords feel the pain for real this time around.

You don’t need to wait for any academic study about all the supposed benefits of change – you already know any transformation will be a fraud.  You don’t need to give change “time” and wait for the pretended advantages – history has demonstrated that there won’t be any improvement in life for you.  You don’t need to hope for anything – you can deal with life as it is.  Remember, change will not benefit you in the long run – not once, not ever. So you might as well start the opposition as soon as you become aware of any alterations in the social order.  The sooner that you can push change away from you, the less risk of contamination.

It is irrelevant what is being changed – mucking things up is always a mistake.  It’s not important what the supposed change is supposed to remedy – change is always harmful.  I don’t care how oppressive the culture, social transformation are always detrimental.  You must automatically despise all change on principle.  You must react instinctively against this alien manipulation.  Social change is always a catastrophe.  All modification must always be refused no matter what.  Change must be resisted on sight. 

Don’t let the liberal vampires put the change upon you.

Wednesday, November 21, 2012


by Mr. Mean-Spirited

Hate speech is the only kind of speech worth having.  If you aren’t offending anyone, then you aren’t saying anything of importance.  If you aren’t making other people feel upset, then you aren’t relating anything of substance.  If you aren’t making the listeners angry, then you aren’t communicating anything of consequence.
If you words aren’t insulting, then you’re not talking about anything of significance.  Your speech should carry the weight of a blackjack.  If your listener doesn’t yet despise you, then you haven’t disseminated anything.  Damn it, you are not running a popularity contest; you are trying to make somebody else come to a realization.  If every sentence does not tell your hearer to go fuck himself, then you haven’t said anything. 
Hate speech is the truest speech you will ever have shoved into your ear canal.  There are no white lies; there is no pretending when your words are malevolent.  They may well be ugly words, but they are honest words.  Brutally honest.

It is only called “hate speech” because you aren’t repeating the platitudes that do-gooder’s want to hear; it is only considered hateful because you aren’t relating sweet-nothings into the liberal’s ear.  Hate speech tells it like it is.  Get it through your head: people don’t like each other, and trying to prevent citizens from saying the obvious is not going to change human nature.
What comes out of your mouth should have such fervor that the hearer would be unable to tell the words from the spittle.  If you can’t say anything hateful, don’t say anything.

Monday, November 5, 2012


by Mr. Mean-Spirited

You truly begin to love when you finally stalk your soul-mate. Romance only starts when you spend a rainy night looking into the downstairs window of the chosen one. You only realize that you are twin souls when you finally conceal miniature camera in the bedroom of the cherished one. A complete romantic always has a hidden microphone at the ready. It only becomes rapture when you trail your sweetheart’s vehicle through the city streets. If you actually had any genuine passion, you would already have hacked into the beloved’s messages.
The ruling class wants you only to have sentiments that do not disrupt working hours. The bureaucrats do not want you to feel anything that might interfere with TV viewing. The do-gooders certainly don’t want you experiencing anything that might hinder your mandatory community service. But genuine emotions will always threaten the social order.
If your feelings aren't intense enough to stalk the dearest one, then you don’t feel anything of any importance. If your love is not obsessive enough to what to know everything about the most precious one, then your affection is of no consequence whatsoever.


Saturday, November 3, 2012


by Mr. Mean-Spirited

Human personalities are exactly like human farts – you delight in your own, but someone else’s production will only make you nauseous.  The human stench tells you all you need to know about your fellow beings: what you might enjoy doing is not something that you would ever want your neighbor to imitate.  The more that you allow other people to get close to you, the more likely that you will end-up disgusted to the very core of your soul.  Ain't nothing more repulsive than another human being.

Friday, October 26, 2012


by Mr. Mean-Spirited

Remaining depressed is the most heroic act of resistance that you can wage against totalitarian society.  You must find the courage to refuse these corporate attempts to medicate you into smiley-faced conformity.  You should find the strength of character to remain unhappy; staying despondent will be the ultimate way of rebelling against consensus reality.

The well-funded authorities want cheerful citizens for the same reason than an overseer demanded grinning slaves; the institutions not only require you to line up and do what you are told – but to obey orders with an enthusiastic expression on your face.  When Stalin marched his countrymen into the concentration camp – he wanted the victims to be optimistic.  In every shit-job, the boss always demands that every employee go around smiling. 

Cheerfulness is a kind of servitude.  Optimism is little more than acquiescence to the commands of authority.  You are always supposed to be enthusiastic when doing someone else’s bidding.

Freedom is a simple matter of remaining miserable.  Bureaucracies only want contented consumers, not an individual who might feel distressed by the existing social order; businesses want you to amuse yourself, not question what you are told by the mass media.  A gloomy attitude shows an individual who has prevailed against constant multicultural indoctrination and persisted in the face of continued multinational insemination.

Take a look, a good look at society around you and tell me how any intelligent person would not feel completely hopeless.  Look at all the suffering in the world and tell me who would not be depressed.  Look at the way that government expects you to live and tell me why any sensitive individual would not be depressed.  Look at the way that our civilization is in decline and tell me why any thinking being would not be depressed.  Look at all the maladies in your own life and tell me why you should not despair.

With all the obvious suffering in life, how the fuck did being “happy” get designated as the normal mental condition?  Surely it would be more logical to argue that a neutral, affectless emotional tone would be the human norm, so how did the psychiatric industry come to define happiness as the benchmark state of mind?  The answer has less to do with consciousness than business management.  The answer has nothing to do with psychology as much as employee motivation: a perky laborer does more work.

Melancholia is a perfectly sane reaction to an insane society.  Depression is a healthy and hearty response to the way things are; there would be something wrong with you if you weren’t despondent.  You would be mentally ill if you were happy in such a repressive nation.  Happiness is merely a lack of courage to face the true horror of mass culture. If you want to know the ultimate truth about reality, you will be troubled.  If you want to understand what is really going on in life, you will end up distraught.

Optimism is nothing more than a moral failing, a lack of strength to accept reality as it is.  Hope itself is only a coward’s way of hiding from the awful truth of existence.  Surely depression is a brave understanding that nothing will ever get better.

The freedom to be depressed is the only freedom worth having.  If psychologists had any virtue, the psychiatrists would be handing out sad pills to patients deceived into imagining that this is a perfect world.  Holding fast to your dejection remains the one certain way of keeping your bloodstream free of government-promoted pharmaceuticals. 

Antidepressant drugs simply medicate you into compliance with the existing order.  Psychiatric drugs were invented to force you to conform to corporate expectations.  Pharmaceuticals are intended to make you just another good customer, a well-integrated citizen who won’t upset the institutional overlords.  After all, if these chemical compounds actually had any medical value, they wouldn’t need to be continually advertised on network television.

Antidepressants aren’t devised to make you well – they are just designed to make you feel what some bureaucrat decided you should feel.  These psychoactive medicines aren’t going to make you normal - these compounds are only devised to fill your head with government-authorized proclivities.  Antidepressant drugs aren’t about making you feel better – as much as ensuring that you only feel government-approved sentiments.  A complete individualist will always be rather glum; an independent mind is invariably morose.  Better to be depressed than to be duped.



Sunday, October 21, 2012


by Mr. Mean-Spirited

Bullies are the true backbone of human culture.    All of you reading this sentence have endured bullying during your school years, and each of you have, in turn, gone on to beat-up someone weaker – and this new victim then went on to continue the chain.  As long as there are human beings, there will be bullies.  But do-gooders are desperate to fabricate some governmental legislation that might make bullies play nice – but you can’t change human nature.  This cycle of abuse will never be broken, so don’t even bother trying. 

Bullying provides a decisive lesson for young kids; ruffians give children their most crucial guidance in life: people are assholes.  The presence of such tormentors in the very heart of the educational system teaches these pampered adolescents something imperative: your closest friends will always hit you the hardest.  Every persecuted schoolboy comes to realize some unpleasant teachings about life: if you can’t defend yourself against a bigger foe, at least you can find a smaller victim of your own.  Being the giving and receiving end of bullying is hands-on training in some painful truths about the species: making other people suffer is a basic human instinct. Being tormented forces the sugar-plum fairies out of a child’s mind – and shows the world for what it is.
Getting mistreated is a rite of passage for every juvenile – becoming a bully yourself is part of growing up. What is unfortunate is not that some spoiled brats get slapped around, but that so few adults manage to retain this critical recognition about the certainty of cruelty when they themselves become limp-wristed adults.
Where the fuck did liberals ever get the idea that schooldays were supposed to be happy?  Childhood is not supposed to be enjoyable – youth is merely something to be endured.  Public education is supposed to be terrifying; what happens on the playground can always turn terrible.  A happy child simply hasn’t come to terms with the true horror of existence.  The early years are a time for skinning knees and shedding tears and breaking limbs.
If a few crybabies cannot deal with such harassment - and if these wailing sissies decide to kill their pipsqueak selves: I say good riddance.  These defective links shouldn’t be passing their worthless genes on to future generations anyway.  To the rascals who persuade such weaklings to suicide, I repeat what Teddy Roosevelt would have said: “bully!”


Wednesday, October 17, 2012


by Mr. Mean-Spirited

Hate is the most beautiful emotion that the individual soul can experience.  The expression of hate is precisely what makes a distinct person become fully human. 

Hatred and love are exactly the same emotion: only the recipient is different.  When this emotion is focused upon yourself, it is love – but when the other side of this very same feeling is turned toward an outsider, it is hate.  Think of it like this: hate and love are just like two sides of the same piece of sheet metal on my pick-up truck - hate and love are just different sides of the same vehicle body.  On the side facing the hostile environment is the impenetrable layer of hatred; and on the side facing you and yours is hardened protection against hazards – but hate and love are always just opposing sides of the same 20-guage piece of steel.  To be affectionate without first armoring yourself in animosity is to condemn yourself to the kind of insipid sensation of greeting cards.

If I am caught in traffic, I might fix my hatred upon the pansy driver of the hybrid vehicle in front of me: wishing the sissy dead, and envisioning his managed body in various auto accidents, fancying his gun-confiscation bumper sticker splattered by real blood drops.  Rather than depleting my creative energy upon a stranger, my spirits come back refreshed and revitalized.  The more you hate others, the more you cherish yourself. 

Once you have found the courage to hate, you will start to experience everything with greater sharpness and severity.  If you strive to live with more intensity, if you want to be aware of the true strength of life, if you need to gaze upon the world with a wild keenness, you will need to hate with every fiber of your being.  A robust and lusty hatred allows you to receive every sensation with an uncommon fury.  If you do not surround yourself with a burning hate, you will never feel the warmth of love. 

In a world where the mass media wants you to be a charitable weakling, it takes guts to hate.  In a country where the government forces you to be compassionate, it takes bravery to hate.  In a moment in history when the individual is constrained to be generous, it takes a certain heroism to put yourself first.  Hostility toward everyone else allows your personality enough space to flourish.  In a country where you are continually told to “come together,” hatred places things in perspective.  Hatred gives you space to breathe – hated keeps your very essence from being crushed by compulsory empathy.

Love is always a selfish drive.  Society wants you to do exactly what you are told and to shit out ever more children – the eternal threat that the diapered critters will not have anything to eat is a marvelous tool that the ruling class can use to blackmail the citizen into conformity.  But true love, romantic love, erotic love, amorous love has nothing to do with child-rearing and nothing to do being a model employee.  The individual will begin to find true love when he responds with complete hatred to the social roles that do-gooders try to force upon him. 

To love everyone in the world is to love no particular person whatsoever – to love one select person requires that the beloved be elevated and protected from the undifferentiated human herd.  Hate makes you superior to the mob.  Only a loathsome wimp would ever plead to be equal to everyone else in the crowd; hatred makes you strong by isolating and uplifting your own desires above the multitude.
The do-gooders will invariably try to force you into conforming to their tepid slogan that “hate is not a family value.”  But on the contrary, hate is just about the only value of any importance in the human family: hate is exactly what separates your family from the slithering, slimy mass of humanity.

Hatred is what distinguishes the noble spirit from shit-heap of mankind.  Hatred is what differentiates one human being from his neighborly replacement.  Hate is what disentangles one human being from an oppressor.  Willful hate is what detaches your soul from the oppression of compulsory altruism.  Hate is the most exalted and exalting sentiment that a human being can experience.  Hate is what lifts you above the worthless rabble and elevates you to the stars.  It is concentrated enmity that brings us ever closer to the celestial.

Love is the most selfish emotion possible; romance exalts one unique individual at the expense of all the rest of world.  When you hate strangers, your love for one uncommon person becomes all the more intense.  When you love with all the ferocity of your soul, you begin to hate outsiders all the more.   Once you start hating, you can never get enough – of life.  Both love and lust come out of exactly the same viciousness in the human soul; both enmity and eros comprise the most intense emotion that the human soul is capable of experiencing.  If nothing else, just musing about the demise of your opponents will give you one hell of a hard-on.

The more that you begin to hate outsiders, the more that you will begin to perceive the true meaning of life.  Hatred shows you what is most important in life – and that is you and you alone. If there is no hate in your heart, there will be no love in your life.  There is a mystical pattern of hate that maps the very landscape of existence. 


Sunday, October 14, 2012


by Mr. Mean-Spirited

When it comes to picking-up prostitutes, you really need to be a pro.

Few fates are as obnoxious as being compared to a television evangelist, and nothing makes a gentleman look more uncouth than a lack of finesse in picking up a prostitute. What makes Rev. Jimmy Swaggart such a figure of ridicule is not the obvious hypocrisy, but an appalling lack of skill in purchasing the services of streetwalker. What makes a chap appear ungainly is not some misguided determination to remain righteous—as much as a certain lack of flourish in the act of giving way to temptation. If you are going to cruise the red light districts, you need to do your whore-mongering with flare. After all, you don’t want the poor girl to think that you were some sort of unseemly television preacher, now do you? Ministers have plenty of funds—and enough pharmaceuticals to keep it up—but the man of the cloth simply doesn’t have any idea how to properly behave with a fallen woman.

Take only enough money that you are going to spend that evening. Leave the credit cards elsewhere—and if you are dumb enough to keep your Social Security card in your wallet, you are too stupid to be reading this text. There are a couple other things you will want to have with you: condoms of course, some hand-sanitizing gel, and a plastic bag (more about this curious item in the paragraphs to come).

The selection of the right sex-worker is all part of the fun. Obviously you should reject any harlot with any open sores, or decline the services of any inebriated lady of the evening (you don’t want her to vomit at inconvenient moments or regurgitate upon a convenient appendage). Finding a prostitute with a good mental attitude is more important than selecting a female on the basis of physical allure. Paradoxically, if the hooker looks “too pretty,” if her earrings are “too pricey,” if her shoes are “too pointy,” if her clothes are “too pristine”—then she is probably a police decoy anyway. (Only someone pretending to be a prostitute dresses “like a prostitute.” Only in a cop’s mind do streetwalkers parade around in stilettos and animal-print skirts.) Look for something unexpected when it comes to sexual partners: the older the gal, the more experience she can bring to your penis. And trust me on this: you will probably have a more erotic encounter if you decide upon a somewhat less attractive women—believe you me, she will compensate in the copulation for any shortcomings in appearance.

A meth-using hooker isn’t necessarily a bad thing. I am not going to tell you that a prostitute’s drug habit will always be a detriment and a disadvantage: meth tends to produce the curious result of making the female more “focused” upon sex. If the women actually liked you, I would even say “horny” – but since the whore is just doing her job, meth makes her more determined. Other controlled substances, unfortunately, make the slut less willing to exert herself when you must want to exercise her pelvis.

Keep looking over your shoulder: scan for plainclothes policemen sneaking around in the neighborhood, and continue searching for a pimp slinking around nearby vehicle. Often it is nearly impossible to tell one of these parasites from the other—but in either case, their presence will prove financially and physically painful. The heightened awareness is like a sort of yogic exercise that will make the whole nocturnal adventure all that much more interesting. Whoremongering heightens all your senses.

If you are driving, ask the target woman if she “needs a ride”—a policewoman will never get into a strange vehicle. Then immediately get the fuck out of that neighborhood. Don’t go anywhere that the whore directs; you will always want to the surroundings to be of your own choosing—and free from law and pimp enforcement. Once the girl has entered your sphere of influence, do not allow third parties to intrude: allowing the prostitute to being “a friend” will only put you at their peril. Going to a hooker is all about maximizing control. Sexual release is more complete if you keep her under your thumb.

Negotiate price and sex acts before taking the prostitute to your accommodations. Make sure that you tell the girl exactly what you want her to do and exactly how you want her to do it: now is not the hour to be euphemistic and talk in vague generalities like “come back to my hotel with me.” Spell it out, and do not beat around the bush (unless, of course, you would like to pay extra to beat around the bush). If you, for instance, want her to lick your anus, make sure that she knows that you expect that particular service. Being overly tactful is only going to end-up leaving you unsatisfied. I don’t care how perverted your fantasies, she’s already done worse: any given whore will try anything if enough funding is offered.

NEVER pay the lady any money until the deed is done. If you have enough body-weight to do the bitch some serious damage should she go for the cash prematurely, show the prostitute the banknotes and then place the sum out of her reach (atop the television set, for example). If you have a more wimpy& liberal-democratic physique, then you shouldn’t be out on dangerous streets looking for dangerous women in the first place—you’re only going to get the hanging chad kicked out of you. If you want to tip the sex worker, then tell her exactly what she has to do to get the extra dollars (like “not rushing” or “swallowing”). Once everything is satisfactory and satisfied, pay the poor girl exactly what you promised. If you feel like cheating something, find a victim that deserves to be defrauded: like the government. If you unjustly antagonize the prostitute, she will remember your face and license plate—should police come questioning about “suspicious white males” after some well-publicized mass shooting in the metropolitan area.

You will want to see the woman’s identification card (whether she knows it or not). Write down the female’s name; this will not only help you compose an accurate diary entry later in the evening, but it will also avoid nasty surprises about the young lady’s age. It is always an advantage to know who the hell you’re really fucking.

Chances are that you will be taken-in by a transgendered hooker. I don’t care how much you claim to know women—at some point in your mongering career, you are going to pick-up a she-male whether you like it or not. You won’t be able to recognize a tranny on the street corner by an obvious Adam’s apple—nor are you going to be able to judge her suspicious hand size while driving past her. Your powers of observation simply aren’t as good as you imagine—otherwise, your perception that the tallest prostitute is conspicuously better dressed than her companions should have already suggested something unsettling. But since you didn’t make the recognition, you need to come to terms with the fact that you will be conned by a she-male unless you are crafty enough to check her ID. Aside from a lab test, scrutinizing the sex-worker’s identification is the simplest way of determining the original gender of that mouth upon your appendage. Just like every genuine woman, a transsexual is trying to put something over on you.

If you can get away with it, take the woman’s photo. If you ask for permission, she will object (or worse yet: demand more money)—so don’t let her know. If you should ever feel an inclination to track the lady down, you won’t be able to do anything with the phony name that she gave you. Keep in mind that whatever the prostitute tells you about herself will be contrived—however, once you have given it some thought, this fakery will be just as true in any “normal” relationship. The whore is really no more deceptive than any ordinary girlfriend—it is just that the slut’s motives are rather more obvious. Going to a prostitute helps to provide you with a more expansive view of the world; perhaps the greatest difference between a wife and a whore is that you can more easily see the larger picture with a hooker.

If English is not the working girl’s native tongue, understand that she did not learn the language in school—she was taught every word and each caress in the company of clients just like you. Reflect, for a moment, on the sheer number of customers it would have taken for such proficiency—then go do what you came to do.

Never bring a slut back to your own residence; always do your copulation in rented accommodations. If a hooker knows where you live, then she will be pounding on the door whenever she needs money. The last thing you want is an uninvited female on your doorstep. The less she knows about you, the less she can use against you. Always keep your personal life hidden from a “public woman.”

Check the accommodations for hidden cameras. Once you get a hotel room, check the room for peepholes. Human beings are lazy: chances are any miniature video camera would be concealed in a manufactured object like a clock or smoke director, so examine those items before you remove your clothes. If there is a mirror strategically positioned by the bed, you should make sure that it is not a one-way glass (if you place your finger directly on the surface of a genuine mirror, there should be a gap between your digit and the reflection). 

Do not have sex on the bedspread; that rented object is invariably saturated with the body fluids of dozens of other couples. Turn down the bed: while the sheets might not be all that clean, they are, at a minimum, washed somewhat more frequently than the comforter. You have got to suspect that the previous lodger must have done exactly the same fornication right where you are going to be lying. Copulation might be a biological necessity—but it is still a nauseating business.

Don’t give the hotel staff any incentive to take an interest in your carnal activities. Don’t get drunk in the room, and keep the noise level to what a churchgoer would consider respectable. You want to be just another anonymous wayfarer. The more experienced the whoremonger, the sooner his presence is forgotten.

Never leave any DNA in the motel room. Make sure that you either flush the condom down the toilet or take the used-prophylactic with you when you leave (yuck, but this is where that plastic bag of yours really proves really, really useful). If you are mongering in an unfamiliar country, make sure that the damn lavatory flushes before you drop that offending condom. You will also want to take that discarded condom wrapper with you—although you will not be able to entirely eliminate your traces from the motel room without making the girl unnecessarily suspicious, you will remove the easiest means by which that a corrupt cop would obtain your fingerprints. While it is very unlikely that the prostitute might charge you with rape (more common from your girlfriend than from a consummate professional)—a remote possibility is still a possibility, so don’t make it easy for the bastards.

Never accept any drugs or drinks from a prostitute that you have just met. Believe it or not, in more congenial countries where women are trained to be more courteous, you might actually be offered food or liquor by the slut. But she isn’t being generous; she’s feeding you an appetizer in order to get something out of you (whether you are conscious or not). In certain parts of the world where incapacitating & undetectable drugs are a worry, you have to be concerned about having your wallet or kidney stolen. In other areas of the globe, you need to be rather more concerned about hygiene. Don’t accept anything; you need to be doing all the offering.

You will remain safest if you never ever allow an unknown woman to spend the entire night with you. When you close your eyes, you should always dream alone. Falling asleep beside a woman is a security risk in times of social decay. Even more than performing a particular sex act, the distinction between a girlfriend and a whore is that you are paying for the professional to leave once you have completed your business. Never get too comfortable any female who would agree to have sexual relations with the likes of you: a snoozing John is a walletless John.

Don’t, for a second, think that the prostitute has any liking for you as a person: no matter how much you might joke, you are not funny and you are, most certainly, not fun in bed. She has nothing in common with you, sir. The only thing a working girl feels for you is repugnance—and don’t you forget it, my friend. You are nothing but an oozing billfold. Whore-mongering will always leave you rather cynical about women (and it is a good cynical)—but paying for sex should also force you to appreciate just how worthless you truly are (and it is a damn good apprehension).

Prostitution is the most honest form of human interaction—genuine because it is devoid of emotional contamination. Two human beings engage and indulge into the most erotic activity possible—but feel absolutely nothing for each other once the fluids have been released. A customer can be more passionate and intense with an unfamiliar professional than he can with his own wife—but once the rapture has ended, the paid and paying partners go their separate ways. Fucking a whore can be far more intense than sex with a wife—because purchaser and provider care nothing for each other. Prostitution is the loneliest act that two people can do together—lonesome precisely because it is also the most intimate. The closer two people get, the more the solitude between them.

You will probably forget the copulation as soon as you rinse off, but what you will retain is a deep paranoia about basic human interactions: I just don’t mean a fear of having your assets stolen by the working girl, but a profound difference in the way that you perceive all social institutions. Just as once you have first-hand experience of being shaken down by the police, you will never trust authority again. And mistrust is always a good thing: if you feel a sense of foreboding about one area of life, it carries over into other realms. After a close encounter of the latex kind with a prostitute, you will begin to become suspicious of your own spouse—and if nothing else, that will certainly make your marital relationship more interesting. Whore-mongering causes you to doubt everything. Once you have left the Red Light District, you never fully trust anyone again.

I would suggest that you keep of sort of magical diary of your copulations. I don’t just encourage that you create a record of carnal acts that might be employed in future masturbation, but a detailed description of how sex with the prostitution came to alter your very awareness of daily life. I want you to see that going to a whore is exactly the same kind of act as it was for your primordial ancestors: a sacred rite. Sex with the temple prostitute was always something done to bring the Old Gods into your daily life.

The more you ejaculate, the less faith you will have in the honesty of women. Nothing intimidates a feminist more than when a boyfriend insists that “all women are whores”—insults that always work because, deep down, the females know that it is true. When two public-spirited women talk among themselves, they do not boast about how kind and caring are their husbands—no, it is all about how much money the gentleman makes or the value of the jewelry they were last given. Every do-gooder girlfriend has already given you a rating based upon perceived income—so it is only just and proper that these gentlewomen be recognized as the tramps that they truly are. Liberal women are never interested in a man’s wealth of knowledge—when they can cram some of his net worth into their orifices.

The more whores you fuck, the less you will trust women. The more sluts that have been on your penis, the more paranoid you are going to be around the opposite sex. What is most important about the act of prostitution is not the sex itself, but the way that whore- mongering alters a man’s worldview. Paid fornication changes your very awareness.