by Mr. Mean-Spirited
Every honest man has something to hide. If you want to live a life of honor, then you damn well should have something that you want to conceal. If you ever have a desire to become an individual of character, then you will need to start keeping stuff secret.
Conformists will always excuse governmental surveillance with the assertion that they have “nothing to hide.” Naturally, if you are comfortable being part of the herd, then sheep like you will never keep anything from the shepherd. The fact that you voluntarily give up your privacy is merely an act of submission to the bureaucrats. A citizen under observation will always remain politically correct. Having nothing to hide from the authorities means being forced to live an existence of complete subservience.
American democracy is designed to keep a closer watch on its citizens than even Stalin could have imagined. The KGB kept files on every citizen not to protect them from foreign infiltration, but to keep the natives obedient. Governmental scrutiny is never devised to keep citizens safe – but bureaucratic surveillance is always done to ensure compliance. The security agencies keep watch on you not to prevent harm, but to secure your conformity.
If the special agents are going to keep you under constant surveillance like a dangerous criminal, then you damn well ought to become a dangerous criminal just to spite the authorities. What the government fears most is that you might actually be keeping some secrets from the bureaucrats. If the officials are terrified that you might actually be hiding something, then you need to start concealing information out of basic self-defense. Privacy is a matter of self-respect.
Keeping your mouth shut reduces governmental persecution. Make no mistake about it, cops have it in for you. The police will use anything that they can against you. The government will use its records and recordings in order to put you behind bars. Justifying yourself to the officials will only get you prosecuted. A guy who wants to tell his story to the police always ends up getting convicted. Explaining your side of events will only put you in prison. A free man somehow always manages to keep from saying anything to the authorities.
Secrecy separates you from the rest of society. Just as a gentleman does all his defecating behind closed doors, privacy keeps other people from laughing at your all-too-human weaknesses. Secrecy creates a boundary between the individual and society. Privacy distinguishes you from your neighbor. A man who keeps things private ends up keeping boundaries. Furtiveness creates a barrier between you and the in-group.
Privacy increases liberty. The difference between a free man and a slave is the ability to keep secrets. A captive has no privacy from the overseer. The master will always end up knowing everything about his chattel. Secrecy emancipates you from society. There more that you manage to keep hidden, the more liberty you manage to retain from totalitarian society.
The act of concealment gives you depth. Deep, dark secrets will give you a certain nobility of character. A man who hides stuff knows something. An individual with secrets realizes that other people cannot be trusted with such information. A man of substance is comfortable with keeping things confidential. Remaining closed-mouth makes your thinking more vehement. A wise man always holds stuff back.
Secrecy adds meaning to life. Just as a handgun isn’t much of a weapon until you load it with ammunition, privacy does not exist until you have something to keep private. Furtiveness does not make you mysterious, but molds you into an individual of consequence. Keeping secrets will give your life a sense of purpose – your ultimate duty becomes the prevention of others from discovering just what you have hidden away. Secrets are the only thing that might allow you to face the entirety of daily existence.
Privacy enhances an individual’s personality. Secrets simply end up making your personality more intense. A man with secrets knows the value of things: other people are a liability. A man who keeps things hush-hush does not give in. A man with secrets has treasures that he will not share.
Privacy helps you to isolate yourself from being contaminated by the social group. Once a nosy altruist starts to ask you questions about your past, you will never trust other people again. Possessing secrets will ultimately force you to keep to yourself. To confide in another human being is to give away part of your independence. The more secrets you have, the more solitary you become.
Even if you actually have nothing of significance to keep secret, then you really should go commit something. If you have nothing to keep private, then you need to go out and engage in an act that you do not want to reveal to anyone. If you have nothing to conceal, then get out and perpetrate something. The more you come to realize your true desires, the more that you will want to keep hidden.
A citizen with nothing to hide is not worth knowing. A man whose life is an open book isn’t a complete human being. An outgoing person is spiritually empty. A gregarious fellow simply has no soul. Once the authorities have captured your entire life in a dossier, your inner spirit is dead.
Naturally, the most certain way to keep your secrets is to keep to yourself. If you aren’t a loner, then your life is, somehow, incomplete. If you don’t live a solitary existence, then you are missing-out on everything that this world has to offer. Only a lonely man can ultimately prevail against the establishment.
by Mr. Mean-Spirited
When a missionary doctor went off to minister to
the afflicted of Liberia and then got himself inevitably infected by the Ebola
virus – his diseased body was airlifted back to Atlanta by
bureaucratic bleeding hearts. It is important to realize that this meddling
medic saved no African lives whatsoever with his hapless healing, and his hemorrhagic-fever souvenir puts the entire population of the United States in danger. The same principles of disease prevention that were followed and failed in the Tropics will now be tried in Georgia - with the same predicable result.
What happens in Africa should stay in Africa. Pretty clear that God intended for Third-World
ailments to remain in the Third World. None of the expense, none of the danger to
American medical personnel would have happened if the foreign interloper had
left his charity at home. Exotic illnesses would never sweep across the world if human beings didn’t stick their noses into other people’s business.
This epidemic would never have spread to the American continent if this do-gooder wasn’t messing around in stuff that didn’t concern him. This infected intern is the perfect example of the menace that humanitarians pose to society – altruists themselves always present the greatest threat to the survival of Western civilization. This pestilential physician is the best illustration that helping others will, in the long run, only hurt yourself. The desire to heal others will ultimately harm yourself. Trying to relieve the sickness of others only
puts your own safety at risk. Best to keep your distance from other people’s
suffering.
Kindness to strangers will almost always end-up killing yourself. Minding your own business is not just a matter of common sense – but an essential element of public health. For the survival of American culture itself, there will come a time when idealists will have to be put down like rabid dogs.
by Mr. Mean-Spirited
You’ve got problems. You got to admit that you have quite a few defects. The more you try to hide your imperfections, the more obvious are your infirmities.
To be blunt, there is nothing whatsoever that you can do about your inadequacies. If you are shy, there is nothing at all you can do about your diffidence no matter how much you try to make things different. If you can’t pick-up women, you’re going to be just as lonely no matter how much money you spend on self-help seminars. If you are overweight, you can diet to your heart’s content—but you will gain the pounds back in just a few months. If you are an alcoholic, you can follow all the twelve-step programs you can handle, but you are still going to return to the bottle when no one is looking. If you stutter, you can do as much therapy as you can afford, but you will still stumble over your words.
Self-improvement is just a form of self-deception. Progress is just a way of pretending that things are different than they actually are. If you are a worthless piece of shit, positive thinking is only going to make you more of a turd.
Self-improvement makes you're a more socially acceptable part of the herd. Making yourself a better person is just another form of conformity to social norms. There is a reason why liberals will usually be wearing a toupee; there is a reason why bureaucrats will cover their cubicle walls with motivational posters. Self-improvement is the way the humanitarian establishment runs its own re-education program. It is always cheaper for the ruling class to encourage self-service brainwashing.
An individualist deals with reality as it is—while a loser always wants to improve himself. A pussy-whipped boyfriend will always try to do better next time. The mark of a failure is not an occasional fumble—but trying to make yourself better. The measure of a coward is not being afraid—but pretending to be brave. A great man is doomed to be himself, while a pansy feels that he can change for the good.
The desire to make yourself a better person is the surest sign of a worthless failure. A man is not a weakling because of a mere lack of physical strength—but a fellow becomes a whip because he thinks he can gain that muscle mass by going to a gym. A gentleman is not stout merely because he carries a certain number of pounds, but a person becomes a fat slob because he thinks he can somehow lose that extra weight by going on a fashionable diet. A loser is not shy with woman, but a chap becomes a creep when he cannot accept his own true character. A genuine individualist accepts himself as he is.
If you are not physically attractive, tough luck—that is what you are: ugly. There is nothing you can do about it. If you don’t have any money, too fucking bad—that is what you are: a bum. Some things in life cannot be changed. If you were born with a limited IQ, then you can’t fix stupid.
We are all born with certain inherent limitations. All that we can do in life is to accept these primordial birth defects. A real man doesn’t try to cover-up his personality blemishes with pop-psychology make-up.
A person of honor should not change—could not change—would not change. A strong man recognizes his failings and does not try to alter his defects—a man of strength works around his limitations. Scars are something that defines a person of character.
You do not truly understand your own personality until you realize your limitations. Every flaw teaches you something essential about yourself. You imperfections are exactly what propel you to become an individual. Your flaws are what make you distinctive.
Know yourself—or the altruists will number you among them. You must be what you are—otherwise, idealists will make you into what they are. Be yourself—or become one of your betters.
by Mr. Mean-Spirited
When authority-figures pledge that things will get better, they are simply repeating the cruelest lie. When the establishment preaches that life will improve, they are only reciting a depraved falsehood.
I’ve got news for you. Things never better; they only get worse. If things do change, they just get more terrible. If you are hurting today, you will suffer even more tomorrow. If you are being brutalized right now, then you can only expect even more abuse in the days to come.
Your oppressors torture you because they enjoy it. A tyrant’s behavior is not miraculously going to alter just so you can feel better about yourself. Your tormentors get such a kick out of beating you down that they are only going to use more force on the next occasion.
Don’t believe me. Just take all look at who is making all these empty promises – it is always the authorities claiming that things are progressing that are actually the same people committing all the persecution. It is usually the counselors themselves who perpetrate the worst of this harassment.
Think back to your own past: have circumstances ever once improved – or have conditions always worsened for you? So why the fuck would you expect the future to be any different?
Your existence is not going improve, but become even more dreadful. Suffering never ends; it just gets more severe. Once the anguish enters your flesh – the agony does not end, but only gets more horrible. Once the puncture starts, it only goes deeper. The pain just pushes further into you. Once the bruises begin, the battering never stops, but only increases.
Just when you imagine it can’t get any more awful, fate has a way of adding a little intensity. Some bodies are simply born to bleed. Some throats are only made for screams.
by Mr. Mean-Spirited
Every educated reader understands that Schadenfreude is a German expression for the enjoyment of someone else’s misfortune; this predilection to delight in the mishaps of your fellow man reveals something about the real nature of the human soul. Everyone can realize that Schadenfreude is truly the only unselfish and magnanimous emotion: you don’t exactly wish your neighbor’s misery upon yourself, no matter how hilarious his suffering.
Although you might claim a burning desire to help a needy child, your chuckle when the brat falls in the parking lot reveals your authentic feelings. You just can't be all sanctimonious after you snicker at a kid with skinned knees. Schadenfreude strips away all social pretense. Although you might insist you only want to assist an old lady to safely cross the street, your laughter when she drops her purse will disclose your genuine sentiments. Schadenfreude is the sincerest expression of the human spirit.
Whenever an enemy smashes-up his car in some preeminently ludicrous fashion, you can’t help but walk about with a smirk on your fact the rest of the day. Whenever a co-worker gets fired for some preposterous malfeasance, the rest of your day in the office will be all the more delightful. Whenever an acquaintance goes bankrupt in a peculiarly entertaining fashion, you can't help but feel that you have witnessed the marvelous. Whenever a fellow citizen winds-up in the emergency room with a particularly embarrassing aliment, you cannot help but feel that your own life has been touched by wonder. Whenever you witness some schmuck losing all his money at a pathetic game of blackjack, you know that you are going to have one hell of a lucky night at the casino.
A miracle does not occur when you receive some manna from the supernatural – as much as the hand of the miraculous is revealed in the moment when your greatest adversary suffers some adversity. That instant when your rival sustains a terrible calamity is the greatest moment in your own life. The most intense pleasure in this world is watching your opponent suffer. Nothing is more enjoyable than seeing your enemy in anguish. The truest magic in life is witnessing the defeat of your competition.
The other person’s hardship bestows good fortune upon you. Bad luck for the other guy means blessings for you.
by Mr. Mean-Spirited
Let me tell you a secret. Sex is never just about sex – sex is all about humiliating another human being. What is truly erotic is the process of degrading another person. What is so arousing is the act of dehumanizing another soul.
There is no better demonstration of a man’s genuine character than a bloke’s true sexual fantasies. Nothing reveals a human’s foul nature more than what excites him sexually. Quite frankly, you are doomed to be stimulated by some pretty disgusting stuff indeed. Since you cannot exist as a celibate creature, you might as well be honest about what you find arousing. You need to come to terms with how loathsome you truly are. You really ought to be ashamed of yourself – well, you should if it all weren’t so damn enjoyable.
Let’s be honest, human beings live for that moment when they can demean their neighbor, and nothing demonstrates the depravity of human nature as sexual excitement. A man can pretend many things, but sexual arousal reveals his genuine essence.
Ever human animal can understand orgasm, but what is erotic everything not related to any primordial physical responses. What is sensual is everything that is not a product of biological sensation. What is arousing the befouling of another human being. What is stimulating is the excess.
A blowjob is a simple matter of suction – but what makes fellatio exquisite is everything that comes after your ejaculation. What makes the cocksucking perfect is the moment when she swallows your semen – an act entirely unnecessary as your ejection is already completed. But what is arousing is getting a woman to degrade herself by swallowing your biological waste. You’ve had your orgasm, so what she does with your sperm is completely gratuitous. You want your girlfriend to be ever-afterward contaminated and corrupted – that is the point of the activity, not some transitory pleasure. The purpose of sex is not some transitory orgasm, but the life-long debasement of another life.
You might fantasize about shooting off upon her face, but what makes the act erotic is the deliberate soiling of another living being. Your debauchery leaves your sexual partner eternally defiled. There is always something reprehensible about your urges. The more intense the orgasm, the more despicable your desires. If you cannot avoid your inclinations, you might as well indulge.
After what you did last night, how can you ever live with yourself? Only by doing something even worse tonight.
by Mr. Mean-Spirited
You get rid of a cold the same way that you cure yourself of any other misfortune: you pass the affliction on to someone else. You have often heard it said that you can’t ever get well from the flu until somebody else gets your germs. Influenza is just like everything else in life. Whenever you suffer some illness or imperfection, the only certain means of getting better is to give that ailment to another person.
Some folk sayings you can feel in your gut: you can never get rid of harm to your own self until another person is suffering in your place. There is a reason why folk wisdom tells you to hand-over that chest cold to your unsuspecting neighbor.
The celestial balance sheet requires that someone in this world always be sickened – and you might as well be damn sure it is someone else. God is a bit like a cost accountant up in the cosmos. In this holy ledger, there must always be some soul that is afflicted, so you might as well make certain that another name is in the unfortunate column. Like any set of financial statements, you do not eliminate suffering – you move it around. Agony is like money – it never vanishes; anguish just goes to someone else. In this existence, the good Lord is going to extract every cent of pain that He is promised – the only thing that concerns you is to make certain is that the hurt comes out of someone else’s flesh.
Whether it is AIDS or an upset stomach, suffering is like a bad penny – you need to pass it to the person next to you. Whether it is syphilis or a sore throat, sickness is like a piece of counterfeit currency that you receive in change – you won’t feel better until you slip it to some unsuspecting victim. Whether it is herpes or hemorrhoids, you will only get better by making others sick. On this earth, you cannot prevent damage; you just pass the calamity to the next person in line. The best you can do in life is to ensure that others are in misery, so misfortune stays away from you.
You rid the body of a cold the same way you remedy any other malady, you give the affliction to someone else. Any sort of damage in this life can only be repaired if you pass the distress on to some other victim.
