by Mr. Mean-Spirited
Hope is one of those sentiments that are so revered by liberal politicians precisely because it sounds noble and says nothing. Do-gooders won't shut-up about hope because the notion can be used to manipulate the population into doing anything. There are few techniques more useful to manage the general public than instilling optimism.
Hope is cowardly. Hope is for people who are not brave enough to deal with the world as it is. Hope is a desperate way of keeping yourself from having to face the horrors of reality dead-on. It takes some mental determination to recognize the misfortunes in this life, but it requires considerably more courage to realize that there is nothing whatsoever that can be done about such misery. It takes a certain moral sturdiness to become aware of the injustices of this existence, but it requires even greater strength of will to acknowledge that there is nothing at all that can be done about such injuries.
Hope is the symptom of a weak mind. Hope is the most psychologically destructive feeling that society can force upon the individual; the feeble intellect is always the most optimistic. The more crippled the citizen, the stronger his faith in a miraculous recovery. Once the guy in the hospital bed gets around to hoping for a cure, you know the patient is just about to go room-temperature. By the time you hope, the condition is terminal. All that is needed for a cancer victim to succumb to a fatal hemorrhage is a glimmer of hope.
Hope is an illusion. Hope wants you to focus your allegiance on a vision of reality that does not—and cannot exist. Hope is a world of imaginary perfections and imagined plenitude. Optimism makes you unable to deal with the reality that surrounds you. To be hopeful is to live in a pretentious and pretended world. Faith weakens you—makes you unable to recognize the nature of society as it exists right now. Rather than adapting to the current environment, the pompous humanitarians try to get you focused on some made-up vision of the future. Hope gets you watching for pink unicorns in the backyard when you really should be more concerned about a neighbor breaking-in a basement window.
Hope goes against logic. The concept of hope doesn't make sense from a philosophical position. Look, if a product were damaged in the manufacturing phase, it is not going to be miraculously repaired during the shipping process—no matter how devoutly employees might hope. If it is broken, hope is not going to fix it. Hope is as preposterous as a hemorrhoid suffer expecting a spontaneous cure in mid-shit.
If God cared about you, then you would not be suffering in the first place; if the Creator did not prevent a tragedy at the beginning, then such an entity would never give a crap about making things better down the road. If, for instance, God wasn't there to keep you out of an automobile accident at the moment of collision, then the Almighty certainly isn't going to respond to your hope for recuperation.
If the government really wanted you to be happy, then you would never have been suffering such deprivations to begin with; if the establishment allowed the problem to arise at the start, then the ruling class certainly isn't interested in remedying the situation at this point. If, for example, the judicial system stuck you on death row, then you aren't going to see anything favorable by hoping for a reprieve from that same system. If hope were not present at the origin of the problem, then encouragement will not be found somewhere down the line.
Hope is a form of social-control. A hopeful citizen believes he can do great things, just so long as he is told exactly what those things are. Like a magician's slight-of-hand, when a humanitarian claims to look on the bright side, the altruist insists that your eyes must also be focused in that same direction. Hope functions just like misdirection in a stage show—optimism is the way that the altruist deceives you into believing in his con game. When a do-gooder decides that the glass is half-full, he is going to insist that your own beverage be limited to that size portion. Optimism allows the altruist to work a societal shell game. Hope makes you less able to function in the reality around you; hope keeps you from seeing what the idealists have hidden from you. Hope is the way that do-gooders keep you in your place.
Just when you are on the verge of becoming aware of the corruption of the ruling humanitarians, you are instead told to hope for a future age of economic equality. Just when you are on the brink of seeing the liberal repression at work, you are instead required to be hopeful about a future era of social justice. Optimism is how the idealists keep the general public content and incomprehending.
Hope is a tool of mind control. Hope is merely the packaging that mass media uses to get you to accept their brainwashing. The way that the liberal establishment controls a weak mind is to inspire hope. You can never manipulate a free man by appealing to his self-interest; the fulfillment of an individual's desires can be instantaneously measured and metered. Instead, you control a citizen by indoctrinating him to become an idealist; hope is all about future conditions that cannot be immediately verified. Telling your victim that his sacrifice will contribute to some ethereal progress is always the most certain way of ensuring obedience. Hope never has to be calibrated and calculated, so being hopeful can be used to mean whatever the establishment might desire to implant in your personality.
Hope is an act of conformity. You are judged as a proper citizen by how closely your hopes mimic those ideals of the ruling establishment. You are a good person only so long as you hope for the right things. A correct liberal only hopes for what he is told. While it is theoretically possible to wish that your neighbor might drop dead, this would not be an approved hope; instead, you've got to be hopeful about something that is socially acceptable. There is a reason why the media tells you to be hopeful about stuff like world peace—so that you can become part of the global hive. You've got to be sure that your hopes are in fashion. Being hopeful is all about fitting in, being hopeful is all about coming together. Optimism is a matter of being suitably obedient.
Hope results in busy work. An optimistic communitarian fanatically wants to be doing something, something greater than himself - even though all those frantic doings never actually accomplish anything. So a hopeful citizen enters charity marathons just to” raise awareness” or embellishes their clothing with colored ribbons merely to “show support.” This desperate need for activity leaves such cheerful followers vulnerable to outside manipulation. A hopeful man never will have anything to show for all his bluster. A positive frame of mind amounts to nothing but lather and blather.
There is a reason why politicians in totalitarian democracies insist that the voters must have hope—so that they citizens will keep busy filling-out a ballot, not taking-up arms against the establishment. A hopeful citizen is a docile taxpayer. There is a reason why religious denominations require that their members have hope, so that the believers do not ever realize how they have been hoodwinked by the hierarchy. A hopeful Christian pays his tithes without complaint and does not ask questions.
Hope creates not victors, but very busy victims. If you want to make you opponent unresisting to your assault, just give him hope. It is not military defeat, but hope that ultimately subjugates the human spirit. Optimism makes a person compliant; hope is an act of submission.
Hope goes against nature. Ultimately, life never turns out benevolent and bestowing; instead, existence becomes ever more distressing and disagreeable. Optimism is a violation of the very order of the natural world: every living thing is going to deteriorate and die—hope is not going to change your imminent demise. Hope is not going to stop you from growing old. If you truly saw things for what they are, you would not be quite so hopeful. As distressing as things now are, conditions are never going to be better than they are at this instant; hope just keeps you from discovering how dire the situation really is. Accept the worst in life and you will never be disappointed.
You can be sure of one thing: whatever you are hoping for is exactly what you're never going to get. Hope is a way of jinxing the rest of your existence. Better to seize the things that want you want out of life than just hope for stuff. The moment you can see a glimpse of hope is the instant when you have already lost. There's got to be something wrong with a man who still has hope left in him.
by Mr. Mean-Spirited
I feel better whenever some labor-union crybaby gets in the ass. The only thing that union members do more often than go on break is to whimper about their income being cut. I'm not going to get a pension when I grow old, so why the hell should I pay extra just so some unionized employee can have a comfortable retirement? I don't get any benefits, so why the fuck would I support higher prices in order to guarantee the bloated salary package of someone else? I got screwed over by the company where I worked—and no one did anything for me —so why would I give a shit what happens to some union member? And no one should have done anything for me since I was the one who made the decision to work there in the first place, so I am sick and tired of hearing union workers bitching about management slashing their contracts. We've all had our wages reduced, so it's about right that those pampered cocksuckers get the same experience. Being fucked over is the American way, so it's time that these unionized pansies stop weeping and take it like a man.
by Mr. Mean-Spirited
Gentlemen, get a vasectomy. But never ever admit to any prospective sexual partner that you have been sterilized.
Sure, you should always be honest about your attitude toward children. And by all means, tell every woman that you don't want kids, that you don't like kids, that kids disgust you. Go ahead and proclaim to every girlfriend that you think of a baby as sort of sexually transmitted disease that cries and leaks shit. Be certain to inform any soulmate that you don't want your freedom compromised by having to raise some diapered parasite. Make it known that you don't want your IQ to decline by being confined in the same room with a babbling infant.
But telling everyone that that you hate children simply isn't enough. Sometimes you need to outsmart the breeders.
Never reveal that you had a vasectomy to any sweetheart. Keep the knowledge about being sterilized to yourself. You are entitled to some confidentiality about your medical condition - and your sperm count is certainly none of your wife's business.
Birth control should always remain a woman's responsibility. The female needs to keep ingesting oral contraceptives not for the obvious biological fact that she is the only one who is that is going come down with pregnancy - but because the routine practice of taking birth control helps focus the relationship on erotic pleasure, not procreation. No matter how successful the vasectomy, no matter that you are shooting blanks, she needs to continue with the hormones. Birth control has an vital psychological dimension: it ensures that sexual enjoyment remains what keeps a couple together, not parenting.
However, no matter how much the woman might insist that she simply loathes children, no matter how vehemently she might shun the little bastards, her female friends will subject her to constant pressure to breed. Her parents will assert that, for whatever convoluted reason, they absolutely require grandchildren. Her peer group will diligently persuade your girlfriend that it is her social duty to become a mother.
And all women will eventually break under such indoctrination. The minute you hear your girlfriend casually assert that the spouse of some acquaintance is such-a-great-father after an "accidental" pregnancy, you have to recognize that your own love affair has come to an end. (It is important to understand that she never actually met the unwilling dad she now claims to admire; all she knows about him is that he hasn't yet strangled the squealing spawn and fled to Venezuela - so in her social circle, that makes him a good parent.) The awareness that your beloved is now saying something positive about childrearing has got to register in your reptilian brain that the months of orgasmic experimentation have ended forever.
Once you hear the "such-a-good-father" routine, you need to be making plans to get out. What you don't yet realize is that she has already stopped using birth control - she just hasn't bothered to let you know. She actually believes that she is doing you a favor by deceiving you into fatherhood.
But when biology doesn't cooperate with her resurgent hormones, she will seek other testicles for that sperm donor. If you don't knock her up, she will inevitably search for another penis that will. There will quickly come a day when she has some "good news" for you; there will come a morning when she does the performance of her "surprised and shocked" discovery that she is pregnant. Enjoy her teary-eyed acting for the last time. Savor that moment, appreciate that instant right before you finally mention your vasectomy. It is not just that the preemptive sterilization will save you hundreds of thousands of dollars in child support, but a vasectomy will give you the levelheadedness to see the passion for what it is. Only a man with a financial death-wish would have sex with a girl who is not on the pill, but only a gullible fool would trust a lady to actually follow the dosage schedule.
Every woman will ultimately betray you; there comes a moment in every woman's emotional life when she considers betrayal her moral duty - not to you, but to "save the relationship." The estrogen-enhanced mind believes that only through betrayal will the intimacy with you progress "to the next level." What you need to keep in the mind is that the secret to a loving romance is to screw her over first.
by Mr. Mean-Spirited
If the government wants to tell me that smoking is bad for my health, then I'm going to be a lot more aggressive about where I light up. If all the medical experts insist that something isn't good for my body, I'm going to make a point of indulging. Unless you have a cigarette clutched between your fingers, I don't want to waste time talking to you.
Consider it my role in life, to leave cigarette butts where they are certain to disgust non-smokers. Consider it my God-given vocation, to purchase tobacco for feckless teenagers outside the convenience store. Consider it my good deed for the day, to point out the genetically unfit with their nicotine allergies. Consider my purpose on earth, to send clouds of second-hand smoke toward the health-conscious.
I "pollute the air" with my revolting habit for one reason and one reason only: to make it more difficult for the do-gooders to breathe. Only one thing that I enjoy more than inhaling that first puff of tobacco in the morning and that is taking a drag on a cigarette around an effete non-smoker who is too wimpy to say anything.
I’d rather end-up breathing through my asshole in some cancer ward than give the do-gooders the satisfaction that I quit because of their efforts. Damn right, I smoke.
by Mr. Mean-Spirited
It's time that you faced reality. No one likes you; no one cares about you; no one is ever going to love you. No one can stand to be around you, so deal with it.
The only reason you father contributed his DNA to your existence was due to the fact that he was too far gone to use a condom. The only reason your mother didn't go for an abortion was mere social pressure, and there has been scarcely a moment when your mom didn't regret that you weren't terminated. Accept the obvious, you are one repulsive human specimen; there's a reason why the expression on a stranger's face changes when he sees you; there is a reason why drivers look at you like that when they go past you on the street. Wise up, it certainly isn't your wit that causes people to walk away from you and shake their heads. Really, the only time anyone says anything to you is when they want something from you; surely you must realize that there is a reason why they use that tone of voice with you. There is a reason why a passer-by wrinkles his nose when you come around. The only reason why anyone even goes near you is to have a good laugh when you turn your back; it's not your jokes that people find funny about you.
Go take a good look at yourself in the mirror, and you'll see what I mean.
If it is your fate to be alone no matter what, then it is better to know that you will never have anyone in your life than to falsely believe that you ever going to be loved.
by Mr. Mean-Spirited
Even the dumbest among us can sense that tyranny is coming, but it takes a few more brain cells to recognize that such oppression never originates from some dictator who wants absolute power, but from hundreds of community organizers who just want to make the world better. When the last of your freedoms are totally lost, that servitude will not arise from foreign invaders, but progress from do-gooders who just want a few more regulations to improve your daily life. When censorship is fully implemented, that repression will not emerge from a government computer program that scrutinizes the internet, but from thousands of idealists who just want to stop hate. When mind control is finally perfected, that manipulation will not come through microwaves from the Central Intelligence Agency, but through news stories that just want to motivate you to do what is right. When the last of your wealth is ultimately stolen, those looters will not be gunmen in armored vehicles, but non-violent humanitarians who only want to raise tax rates just enough to feed the hungry.
Just as there is a no more cruel torture than death by a thousand cuts, so there is no more certain totalitarianism than despotism by a thousand compassions.
