by Mr. Mean-Spirited
At some point, you’re going to be dead. Despite your best efforts, you are going to die.
Doesn’t matter whether you’ve left behind children to carry on the family line, you’re still going to be just as dead. Doesn’t matter whether you’ve done anything to benefit society, you’re still going to be just as deceased. Doesn’t matter whether you tried to rescue the planet, you still won’t be able save your own life. Doesn’t matter whether you die surrounded by loved ones or croak all alone in a rented room, your corpse is still going to cool just as fast. Doesn’t matter whether you did something to benefit the world or spent your years hiding in the basement, your body will rot just as quickly. Doesn’t matter how great your legacy, you’re still going to be lying in the grave when it is all over.
Doesn’t matter whether global warming is real or just a hoax, you won’t be around to know the difference. Doesn’t matter how many polar bears you preserve from extinction, you’re still going to expire just as sudden. Doesn’t matter if you are so environmentally conscious that you single-handedly save the entire earth, you will be so dead that you won’t hear any applause. Doesn’t matter how many people sing your praises after you pass on – you won’t be listening.
You don’t even want to consider what might happen to the world once you take your last breath. Your future progeny are completely fictional. Strong possibility that all life on earth will be destroyed by a rogue asteroid sometime in the next decade. Odds are that some sudden pestilence could wipe out the human species. Right now, human beings in some subsequent generation are completely hypothetical – they don’t yet exist and will probably never exist. A person who acts to benefit some imagined offspring eons yet to come is living an illusion. And a person who is living a delusion is mentally ill.
Let the future generations go fuck themselves. The only thing you want to leave behind in life is a stinking, rotting corpse.
by Mr. Mean-Spirited
You will die alone in a hospice. Chances are, you will perish with your wrists tied to a bedframe in some old folks home. You will depart an existence as uncomfortable as it is dishonest.
You might say that you enjoy walking along the beach, but that claim would not be honest with yourself. If you were to add-up all the minutes of your life, you will only spend, at best, a few hours looking at the ocean – yet you will squander your last 18 months of your existence drooling onto a bib in an assisted-living facility. Reality is the final years of life that you spend waiting to die in a wheelchair, not the hours that you sat in a swimsuit in the wet sand.
You might try to convince your intimates that you live for sex. But the truth is that you’ve already used-up more hours of your life straining over bowel movements than you ever did in the mechanics of intercourse. If you were truthful, you would admit that your chronic constipation takes up more of your time than a few episodes of fornication. But to be realistic, those dried turds scraping through your exhausted sphincter will be far more memorable than your last few copulations. You will ultimately forget the faces of everyone you ever loved, but your last defecation will be the final thing you remember.
Let’s face it, most of your life is pretty wretched indeed. Instead of being optimistic, it is always best to realize that discomfort is pretty much the norm. Happiness is an aberration. A positive mental attitude is what keeps you from realizing the truth of life. You need to focus more on the unpleasantness of existence, so you know what is waiting for you. Decrepitude is not something that only happens to others; senility is what awaits you. Dementia is just about the only thing in existence that you can count-on.
Life is like a distended trip to Disneyland; existence is like an interminable amusement park. Life is just like going to a theme park: the fun is over in a couple minutes and the rest of the time consists of some rather unpleasant sitting around. Just like spending two hours in line waiting for 2-minute ride; you enjoy a few moments of your miserable life, but spend the rest of the human experience merely marking time. Waiting, while you scratch at your ragged hemorrhoids.
by Mr. Mean-Spirited
There is no remedy for AIDS, so why bother getting tested? It’s not like the results are going to benefit you in any way. Nothing can be done to cure you, so don’t ever allow yourself to be tested for HIV.
Whether the lab returns come back positive or negative, you have no idea if the facility really ran the analysis – or decided to make a fast buck with some pretended results. In this age of institutionalized health care, you never know whether a positive reaction is a genuine determination, a false positive, or merely an attempt to scare you into spending hundreds of thousands of dollars on unnecessary treatment. In this era of corporate incompetence, you can’t trust any diagnosis.
You face more of a risk getting AIDS from being cut in a doctor’s office than you would from the cunt some random woman. Doctors aren’t supposed to reuse needles, yet it is rather obvious that they do. Just like you need to assume that the clinic will be getting a kickback from the drug company for every prescription, and just like the way that you suspect that the physician samples the narcotics, you don’t ever want to reveal your true suspicions and symptoms to the practitioner. You’ve got to recognize that you are taking quite a chance if you ever trust the medical profession with your actual condition. If the resulting life-long doctoring is to someone else’s financial benefit, you’ve got to realize that the industry might well deliberately infect you.
AIDS testing involves more than just a laboratory analysis; the health bureaucracy insists that curious patient receive lifestyle counseling. Therapists are some of the most annoying parasites ever invented. AIDS counseling is a racket to give nosy do-gooders an opportunity to amuse themselves by probing your sex life. They want to hear all the juicy details not to give you pointers to clean-up your act, but to record enough specifics so that they can go to the restroom and masturbate over the descriptions. Counseling is designed to get you to incriminate yourself.
No matter which way the test results come back, your name is going down in some government database. It doesn’t matter whether your particulars go down into the file on risky sexual behavior or if your social-security number is recorded on the list of disease-carriers. The health department is going to come knocking at your door – either with compulsory advice for improvement or with internment orders. Test results are something that will always be used against you.
Even if you really are infected, you still don’t ever want to know. The partner who gave you a sexually-transmitted disease didn’t care, so why should you be concerned about passing the affliction to someone else? The one-might stand who left you with the sexually transmitted contagion didn't give a damn about you, so why should you give the least consideration about anyone else? Even if you were unlikely and unlucky enough to contract some affliction, why make it worse by allowing it to interfere with your future fornications?
So what if you might die of some incurable infection? Not like that would be any great loss.
by Mr. Mean-Spirited
The mass media constantly tells you that there is one emotion worse than all others: hate. Mass religion tells you that there is one feeling that is always the most evil: hate. Mass politics tell you that there is one type of “crime” that is more awful than anything else: hate.
Let’s keep things in perspective: hate is just an emotion. Loathing is just a matter of the firing of certain neurons in the brain. Hate is not an action – sure, hatred may motivate certain activities, both heinous and heroic. Hate could possibly incite the murder an innocent citizen at one extreme – or inspire a husband to defend his wife against attackers in the opposite situation. But love itself has caused people to slaughter strangers and save spouses just about as often in recorded history. But, when you look at these emotions in terms of psychology, both hate and love are merely bioelectric discharges in the brain.
Why, then, is one particular emotion so vilified by all cultures? The answer has to be that the emotion of hate poses a threat to those very same societies. Why, then, is one feeling demonized by all major religions? Because that feeling is a danger to those particular religions. Why, then, do democratic countries enact laws against hate speech? Because hate endangers the actual foundations of government. There is a reason why the ruling bureaucracy wants to eradicate hatred, and that obvious explanation arises from the fact that hate threatens the very existence of the humanitarian establishment. Loathing puts the communitarians in peril.
In spite of constant denunciation from religious traditions, and despite continual condemnation by secular liberals, why does hatred continue to be expressed? Because hate must benefit the hater. Because hate must advantage the hater. The act of loathing other people gives you an edge.
And altruists are intimidated by that empowerment of the individual hater. When a man has scorn in his heart he cannot be brainwashed by the idealists. When an individual is motivated by hate, he cannot be controlled by humanitarian mind control.
The object of hatred is largely accidental – what is vital is the process of expressing hatred. It doesn’t matter exactly who you come to detest, it is precisely this experience of hating others that forms and forges your identity as a distinct individual. It doesn’t matter precisely who come to despise, it is the process of repulsion that frees you from social convention. The way I figure it: anything the idealists tell me is wrong is pretty much something that I damn well should be doing.
Hate liberates the human spirit. Disgust emancipates the personality. Hate is what makes you a free-thinking individualist. Hatred is all that keeps you from becoming just another do-gooder. It is only hate that keeps you from becoming part of the herd.
A free man expresses his hatreds loudly and proudly.
