Life, in case you have not yet noticed, is degrading to women, racist, against all races and mixing of races. History, the story of life, both in its truths and its lies, is an affront to the sensibilities of the civilized person. It makes no sense, is brutal and stupid, is the story of a race of bumblers and perverts, sadists and pompous morons who did what they did and died. To not learn it is to be cut off from what you are, be forced to find out that you are doomed to being an asshole by hard experience instead of vicariously. Of course, this, too is human. The whole notion of civilization is one that you cannot live up to. You can build buildings, organize cliques, set rules for yourself that you cannot keep. Surround yourself with the ornamentation of a myth, a social costume in which only a minority truly believes, truly wants to uphold. It doesn’t mean that you are not the old sister-fucking, slave-mongering, low-life that your forefathers were.
This isn’t a diatribe against “political correctness”, it is a diatribe against the delusional simpletons that would even have it as a notion. The fact that term exists, a word for insincere over-politeness means that means that somebody thinks there is a concept of honesty that should be adhered to. That we should adhere to. They think themselves to be brave rebels who are “saying it as it is no matter who it hurts”. But they don’t say it as it is because that would mean they had insight, saw the pointlessness of being truthful to people who need lies to survive, who have been brought up in a society whose only real glue is a series of bullshit untruths.
You get the lie, and then you get the man who tells you that it’s a lie, the savior, the honest one who contrasts himself against the liars and tells you that now you will hear what’s real. Then he lies. It’s a different set of lies, though, and that’s all you get. Novel lies. A variation in the stream of lies. You get a change every now and then. The stink of the shit shifts based on what the bull was eating the night before.
Life, your life, my life, is short, and pointless and marinated in pointless nonsense. Your crusades on behalf of anything are doomed to failure. Suffer, watch them die, then die yourself.
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