I have this urge to be malicious. I have this desire to smear malignancy across the reader’s eyes. I don’t want to change the planet – I just need to reveal the true menace of reality. I got me some malevolent mojo.
A spiteful man doesn’t want to end the life of his enemy – as much as to make him see the truth of existence. The greatest act of wickedness is to force someone to witness the world as it is. If you truly want to harm your adversary, make him glimpse the real ugliness around him.
If you want to shatter a man’s spirit, then surely it is better to show that he is unloved than to smack him in the nose. Better to provide evidence of his wife’s infidelity than to give him a black eye. Deep down, he already senses the hideousness you are about to reveal. You do evil when you tell your enemy what he already suspects. Wickedness happens when you confirm your adversary’s deepest fears.
If you want to destroy a citizen’s hope, better to show the decay on the streets around him than to steal his money. Better to demonstrate the cultural decline of his motherland than to lift his wallet.
If you want to destroy a believer’s faith, it is more effective to display the emptiness within his psyche than to get him to sell his soul. A mirror can be a better defensive weapon than bullet-proof glass.
Evil in an act of comprehension – evil is an activity of recognition. You ultimately get your revenge when your enemy feels apprehension. In contrast to what the mass media is always preaching, evil is something that you damn well should be doing. You do evil when your force your target to give up all hope and to face the real. You do evil when you destroy a subject’s faith with basic scientific fact. Every individualist cannot help but bring a little more evil into daily existence.
Mister Damn Mean Spirited! I thought you had retired on the .357 Magnum plan! What's been going on with you?
ReplyDeleteI am an old guy, and I had some "health issues." There was a night in a seedy motel when I felt certain that my life would slip and slither away. But there were no guardian angels, no tunnel of light, no deceased family members waiting for me on the other side. There was nothing. It is this nothingness that I will now bring to my readers. It is this emptiness I offer you.
DeletePlease give me more of your beautiful emptiness, Mr. Grauerholz... I long to receive your wisdom... and please.......what may your readers give to you in return? lunariarediviva#5369 (discord) if only I could express my gratitude...
Delete(You don't exactly have to publish this... though my wish to thank you is sincere...)
While I appreciate the kind words, I don’t want anything from anyone.
DeleteMy readers can give me nothing. Other humans owe me naught.
I do not beseech, I do not beg for donations. My bog is not "monetized"; I don’t have an "Amazon affiliate" program.
I will be releasing a printed book that compiles most of these posts (just in case the website gets censored) – but you can read the same shit on the blog for free, at least until the do-gooders take the site down.
Thank you for your response, Mr. Grauerholz. Okay then, I will attempt to direct my instincts to worship.. elsewhere. And... I suppose if someone desperately wants to give something to a misanthrope, and he denies her, it's only fitting :P The misanthrope can't make anyone too happy ;) ha. Well alright, I'll wait for your printed book. All the best to you, Mr. Grauerholz!
DeleteGood return to form.
ReplyDeleteI wonder, though - I think a lot more people would be more devastated by some minor infringement on themselves than being shown just how shite everything really is. Most people *can't* comprehend it. It's how they keep going day after day instead of killing themselves. If you can crack through someone's defences you've done a job but I doubt that it's possible. God knows I've tried.
Whereas people will go insane at the "last straw" - a smashed car window, an insult at work, a stubbed toe. People who carry their own self-importance aggressively through their lives and keep bumping into the indifference of the world around them until it gets too much for them. That, I've seen (and experienced) enough times. The thing is, most people get into this "pick yourself up dust yourself off" mentality even if they've just done something ridiculously stupid in the heat of the moment. So the whole ridiculous cycle just keeps going on.
Sometimes when you dust yourself off, you only make yourself dirtier. When people struggle to continue after some adversity, the whole of existence itself becomes all the more grimy and gritty.
DeleteThe cumulative effect of seeing other human beings constantly stumble and sweep themselves off will tend to have a disillusioning and disheartening effect upon society. All that smudge and spunk ultimately causes life itself to be not worth the effort.
Wow... Best thing I ever read!
ReplyDeleteummm who is John Grauerholz??
Mr. Mean-Spirited is merely a pseudonym used by Mr. Grauerholz.
DeleteWhy am I shifting away from a pen name? Because my blog needs a sharper focus. No more Mr. Nice-Guy.
"Mikäs se pahan tappais ellei paha itse"
ReplyDelete(~"What would kill mean unless mean himself")
Old finnish proverb
The only reason I am still alive is because God detests me and Satan doesn't trust me.
DeleteThe only reason I'm still alive is I'm too chickenshit to blow my brains out.
ReplyDeleteWhenever somebody criticizes me for not killing myself, I courteously and cordially respond that I am waiting to take a couple annoying critics along with me.
DeleteYou are the fucking man and I'm glad you are still alive. So much bullshit is going on in 2018 and I would love to hear your thoughts on it, especially all these school shootings and these cock sucking faggot politicians trying to take our gun rights.
ReplyDeleteMMS, are you a Texan of German ancestry? I'm testing my pessimistdar.
ReplyDeleteShit … your intuition is close enough to get me looking over my shoulder. When someone around me has a hunch, my instinct tells me to hide. Clairvoyants always make me nervous.
Delete"Mr. Mean-Spirited is merely a pseudonym used by Mr. Grauerholz"? Really? As in James Grauerholz?
ReplyDeleteNo connection with James Grauerholz, the adopted son/secretary of William S. Burroughs.
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