Idiosyncratic

I bought cigars, and it reminded me of Freud, Sigmund Freud that is.

Well there is a phrase accredited to him, “Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar…”

But on no account has he been ‘truly’ witnessed to have said it.

But it’s just a saying of how you should sometimes take things for their face value and delving into the matter doesn’t really matter.

But anyway, on my previous posts, I’ve been “disproving” a lot of things that are real, today, I’m going into a deeper topic, instead of its face value (because we all know how I treat value don’t we now?)

Well, I, my esteemed(and not so important) readers, am going to disprove reality.

Like how I would translate from Bakunin: the matter is only absurd, and inexplicable, because only the absurd admits of no explanation.

But here we have a meaning to ‘reality’(taken from dictionary.com); the state or quality of being real, resemblance to what is real.

Philosophy:

a.
something that exists independently of ideas concerning it.

b.
something that exists independently of all other things and from which all other things derive.

Let’s start with the first one, ‘the state or quality of being real’: the state and quality of something being real suggests that it is material and not idealistic, thus it is a fact that something to be material exists via metaphysical standards, but did you remember what I said about the scientific method?

-- The scientific method is the relationship of theories and proof; here, theory, being scientific theory, which is evidence of something being possible, therefore we have proof, but it is clearly stating that it functions on concepts that we accredit to, and tentatively subject it to. Therefore it is not real, because it is not, necessarily material.

So metaphysically, there are 3 rocks but that quantifies the the numerical content that we accredit it to, it is an ideological concept that is basically, the idea of the presence of the 3 rocks also accredits the idea of matter, something that takes space up, but then again, a lot of other things that are ideological that takes space up, such as computerized memory storage, which can only function and exist within the computer or a similar material device, then again, that would make it virtual reality.

So generally, the first point does not define the totality of what reality is.

Take for example a television: you can see the image, but you know for certain that the image depicted is not really in front of you, but it is there, thus making it ideological and by standards, somewhat virtually illusionary.

Now onto the second point, ‘the resemblance of to what is real: all I need to point out here is the word ‘resemblance’; not clearly a validated explanation to me.

And on the philosophical grounds, reality is something that exists independently with ideas concerning it, then if there is a conceptual intake as to what reality is, wouldn’t it make it more ideological than material, which clearly is a contradictive point of view.

And finally, ‘something that exists independently of all other things and from which all other things derive’: so where do things derive from?

-- Concepts right? The ideological form of what we perceive to be real.

Which brings me to my conclusion, if reality is perceived concepts, making it conceded ideologies, such as a man who believes in Christ, would never usually think of the idea of evolution, and vice versa, or to be more exact, a person who believes that a god created the world would find it hard to determine that the world is billions of years of cosmic activity, which would only drag him to another level of reality to which others, who oppose the idea would claim is redundant and illusionary.

So then my endeared readers, reality is then truly undefined and immaterial, thus it is not objective and thus non-existent.

So it will be a generally invalid argument and debate as to what reality truly is. I think we’d have to define it ourselves, but if we all cannot agree on a standard, then is reality truly real then?

The answer is no, no matter how many things we agree on, it will only be validated if something is truly agreed on.

Some of you may try to differ from me, then again, there is no consistency, so where is the argument?

-Reality does not mean anything, I do not believe in it, and will not be as gullible and arrogant and ignorant as to say what objective it truly is.

So people, sometimes a cigar is just a cigar, but well sometimes, a cigar is not just a cigar.

Solipsism

Yes, that is right, I’m practically a monolithic solipsistic jerk, and all of you are not real.

Truth, my readers, are not real.

You are not real, not real, not real….

I am not afraid. Put me in my grave.

This mind, is the only thing to me that exists, with everything in it.

This is my great big answer to everything in the world- fuck it.

Not ‘FUCK IT!’

But a simple ‘fuck it…’ annunciated and whispered and left lingering on the last syllable.

You know why truth isn’t real? Because truth is the relationship between concepts and reality, so it’s not real.

You know why science isn’t real? Because it’s the relationship of theories and proof.

And you know why numbers aren’t real? Not just because they don’t float around, but it is also the accreditation of applied values that, like truth, and scientific method, are not subjective.

But there is no morality, common ethics, values, the current universal preferable behavior and natural behavior seem more animalistic each passing day.

Money’s taking over the world; the one vast and immane, holistic system of systems.

So the world’s getting capitalistic, communism has been long gone(why!), Marxism can be less credible(sadly), property is the idols and of course the rest are just sick, sick, dying giants in the last passing fads of their erratic phases.

This is the new religion, the new sex, your faith, my faith, the alpha and omega(or beta), your natural order, your primal force of nature, your tidal gravity, your tectonic(and most certainly bowel) movements, our unconditional loving father from above; money.

So this is my answer to everything, fuck it…

Bent Dildo

Coming from a bourgeois state of aristocracy, I am well attuned to the fundamentals and the epicenters of the ecumenical, cosmopolite inertias that define the current states and differences of class.

To me, I do not see class, or race, or ethnicity, or cultural backgrounds, or the schools of thought(or religion, if I may gladly include) to be the essence, the pathologic, the ebb and flow, the intrinsic balance and the individual stature in our subterranean natural of dwellings and the justification of our ignorant, arrogant and obviously fearful society based on multitudes of illusions and illusions of just pure unsophisticated, uncivilized, unthinking, inanimate, “modernized”, primitive natural orders of things today.

Seriously people, that is just a mere weakness of our epic struggles in the pursuit of individuality in the confirmative, commercialistic, capitalistic, consumerist endeavours of just trends and styles, and fads, fashions and definitive determinations, and all that for what?

--To be somebody?

Yes, to be somebody indeed, by forcing something down one orifice and forcing it out the other.

The ecological balance? --There are no nations. There are no peoples. There are no Russians. There are no Arabs. There are no third worlds. There is no West. There is only one holistic system of systems, one vast and immane, interwoven, interacting, multivariate, multi-national dominion of dollars. Petro-dollars, electro-dollars, multi-dollars, Reichmarks, Yen, Rubles, Pounds, and Shekels. It is the international system of currency which determines the totality of life on this planet. That is the natural order of things today. That is the atomic and subatomic and galactic structure of things today!

The world is a college of corporations, inexorably determined by the immutable bylaws of business. The world is a business.

Money, money, money; that’s all we ever have and that’s all we ever will be.

And all I will be doing is- fuck the imperialistic dogma that circulates our ubiquitous, unreliable infrastructural menagerie of a society.

That walks in shame and ignorance in the truth in front of them, as though it were an illusion that is astoundingly absent from our world.

AND WE DARE CHALLENGE THE RELIABILITY OF THOUGHT(and science) WITH OUR RELENTLESS PURSUIT FOR A FICTIONAL CHARACTER OF A GOD.

God is just the divine idea that is ever present and ever wakening, the bible is just a collection of the municipal, primitive manifestations of ancient human wisdom and imagination.

The absurdity of it has not only defined how weak we are in our liberties and rebellions, our thoughts and sciences, and our human animality.

I think that the questioning and the idiocracy towards our indigenity that belongs to two, ready made, all knowing creatures in a whimsical, illusionary garden, based on primitive account and invalid evidence.

It has always been the epinephrine of our less-credible beliefs.

My readers, I am undefined.

Beyond what a god could ever say, or give; beyond what a society will be based on.

My readers, I am just too sick, too sick to see society so fucked up.

Just a bit too fucking crazy.

Ignore this video, ignore all of it.

Random Ranting Part 2

This video was banned by YouTube!!! ha-ha!

Anyway, it's just an impromptu, unscripted, unplanned, totally spontaneous project suggested by Chicks!

So I'll do a video that will cover and rectify all the stuff I screwed up on if I'm not too lazy.

Our parenting contradictions.

We can very easily see how parents in other cultures simply repeat
cultural norms to their children as if those cultural norms were objective truth.

Japanese parents teach their children obedience and filial piety; Catholic parents teach their children to drink the blood of their god; Muslim parents teach their children that a man who married a six-year old girl – and consummated that marriage when she was nine – is the paragon of moral virtue; Western parents teach their children that democracy is the highest ideal; North Korean parents teach their children that the dictator who rules their lives is a sort of secular deity who loves them.

The list goes on and on. Virtually every parent in the world believes that she is teaching her child the truth, when she is merely inflicting what may be politely called cultural mythologies on her child.

We lie to our children, all the while telling them that lying is wrong.
We command our children to think for themselves, all the while
repeating the most prejudicial absurdities as if they were objective facts.

We tell our children to be good, but we have no idea what goodness
really is. We tell our children that conformity is wrong (“If everyone jumped off the Empire State building, would you jump too?”) but at the same time, we are complete slaves to the historical inertia of prior prejudices.

For instance, we might tell a child that stealing is wrong because:
1. We are embarrassed at our child’s actions.
2. We are afraid of being judged a poor parent.
3. We are afraid that our child’s theft will be discovered.
4. We are simply repeating what was told to us.
5. We enjoy humiliating our child.
6. Correcting our child on “ethics” makes us feel morally superior.
7. We want our child to avoid behavior that we were punished for
as children.
... and so on

Integrity can be defined as consistency between reality, ideas and
behavior.

Consistency with reality is not telling a child that daddy is
“sick” when he is in fact drunk. Consistency with behavior is not
slapping a child for hitting another child. The value of this kind of
integrity is also well understood by many, even if imperfectly practiced, and we will not deal with it much here either.

It is consistency with ideas that causes the most problems for families – and the most long-term suffering for children throughout their lives.

When you were a child, you were told over and over that certain actions were either good or bad. Telling the truth was good; stealing was bad.

Hitting your brother was bad; helping your grandmother was good.
Being on time was good; failing to complete chores was bad.

Implicit in all these instructions – moral instructions – was the premise that your parents knew what was right and what was wrong; what was good, and what was bad.

Do you think that was really true?

Do you think that your parents knew what was right and wrong when you were a child?

When we tell a child that something is wrong – not just incorrect, but
morally wrong – there are really only two possibilities. The first is that we actually know what is right and wrong in general, and we are applying our universal knowledge of right and wrong to a specific action committed by the child.

This is how it is always portrayed to the child. It is almost always the
most dangerous lie in the world.

The second possibility is that we are telling our child that his actions are “wrong” for a variety of reasons that have nothing to do with morality whatsoever.

Assuming they are not terrified, most children, on first receiving moral instructions, will generally respond by asking “why?” Why is stealing wrong? Why is lying wrong? Why is bullying wrong? Why is hitting wrong?

These are all perfectly valid questions, akin to asking why the sky is blue.

The problem arises in the fact that parents have no rational answers, but endlessly pretend that they do.
When a child asks us why something is wrong, we are put in a terrible bind. If we say that we do not know why lying is universally wrong, we believe we will lose our moral authority in the eyes of our children. If we say that we do know why lying is wrong, then we retain our moral authority, but only by lying to our children.

Since the fall of religion, we have lost our way in terms of ethics. As a nihilist, I do not mourn the loss of the illusions of gods and devils, but I am alarmed at the fact that we have not yet admitted that the fall of religion has not provided us an objective and rational moral compass.

By failing to admit to the fact that we do not know what we are doing ethically, we are perpetrating a grave moral error on our children.

Basically, we are lying to them about being good.

We tell them that certain things they do are right or wrong – yet we do not tell them that we do not know why those things are right or wrong.

If our child asks us why lying is wrong, we can say that it causes people pain – but so does dentistry – or we can say “you don’t like it when someone lies to you” – which would be an incentive to not get caught, not to refrain from lying – and so on. Every answer we come up with leads to more questions and inconsistencies. What do we do then?

Why, then, we must bully them.

This does not mean hitting them or yelling at them – though sadly all too often this is the case – because as parents we have a near-infinity of passive-aggressive tactics such as sighing, acting exasperated, changing the subject, offering them a cookie, taking them for a walk, claiming to be “too busy,” distracting or rejecting them in a million and one ways.

These kinds of innocent questions about morality represent a kind of
horror for parents. As parents, we must retain our moral authority over our children – but as citizens of modernity, we have no rational basis for that moral authority. Thus we are forced to lie to our children about being good, and about our knowledge of goodness, which transforms virtue from a rational discipline into a fearful fairy tale.

In the past, when religious mythology was dominant, when children
asked “Where does the world come from?” parents could reply that God made it. Despite the superstitious ignorance of those who even now make the same claim, most modern parents provide the scientific and rational explanation of where the world came from, or at least send their children to the Web, an encyclopedia, or the library.

There was a time, though, when the question of where the world came from was very difficult to answer. When religious explanations were becoming less and less credible, but scientific explanations had not become completely established, parents had to say – if they wanted to speak with integrity – “I don’t know where the world came from.”

By openly expressing their lack of certainty, parents not only acted with honesty and integrity, but also stimulated their children to pursue a truth that was admittedly absent from their world.

Alas, we suffer similar difficulties today, but about a far more important topic. The religious basis for ethics has fallen away from us, and we lack any credible or accepted theory to replace it. For a time, patriotism and allegiance to culture had some power to convince children that their elders knew something objective about ethics, but as government and military corruption have become increasingly evident, allegiance to a country, a state or a military ethos has become an increasingly fragile basis for ethical absolutes.

Even our cherished theories about the virtues of democracy have come under increasing pressure, as gargantuan governments continue to separate themselves from the wishes of their
citizens and act in a virtual “state of nature.”

Religious explanations of virtue have failed not just because we no
longer believe in God, but also because it is now completely self-evident that when most people refer to “truth,” they are really referring to culture.

Think about a father in a Muslim country. When his child asks him:
“Daddy, what is goodness?” he will generally answer: “To obey Allah,
and obey His Prophet.” Why is that his answer? Is it because he has had direct experience with the Prophet, wrote the holy books himself, and has a deep understanding of morality direct from the original creator? If he had grown up alone on a desert island, would his answer be the same?

Of course not. He is merely repeating what was told to him as a child.

However, there is much more to it than that.

This Muslim father knows that his child is going to have to survive – and hopefully flourish – in a Muslim society. If he tells his child that he does not know what is right and wrong, not only will he lose his moral authority in the eyes of his child, but he will also be setting his child up for endless conflicts with everyone else in his society.
In other words, if everyone else lies to their children, what are the costs – social, romantic, economic and so on – of telling your children the truth?

So is this kind of “lying” considered bad parenting?

Why- to me it certainly is.

Because to me, what should matter most as a parent, is not having my child grow up following in my footsteps; but to create footsteps of his/her footsteps so that other, perhaps not even their children, would be inspired to follow, but unconsciously create those of their own.

The only influence as a parent that I want to take effect on my child is the inspirational-aspirational thinking to follow his own individualistic ideals and beliefs.

I have often been accused of being too harsh on parents. “Parents do
the best they can under difficult circumstances; you cannot judge the
practical instructions of parents according to some abstract and absolute philosophical standard. My parents were not philosophers – they were simply telling me the truth that they believed, that they thought was accurate.”

Impetuous Aphrodite

So I woke up today at the side of the beach, already hung over from the night before, stinking from alcohol, saltwater, vomit(thank you Marissa), and smoke. I was covered in sand and was considerably wet.

My phone got stolen, and initially, all I could have thought of was ‘FUCK!’.

I was wondering why my wallet, my mp3 and all were still there, I mean, why didn't they take it all along with my shoes and my shirt for the perfect humiliation. As though it made any difference.

I sat on the bus without my shirt and my shoes, because I was too lazy to wear them.

Everyone stared at me, and for once, I felt so free, so liberated. So out of society.

If you were in my shoes, well, in my position, cause my shoes weren’t on, you’d probably be cowering at the corner, or be like me, flaunt your antipathy. To be the chandelier of shit in a room full of shit; the highlight, the main event(as I have said on countless occasions as of late.)

I felt I controlled the world, or everyone around me for that matter. Because once people see someone who can represent the skid mark on the underpants of society, they get disgusted, they feel sick to the bone, because they feel morally bad.

They try, and obviously fail to empathize with your situation and your status, they get miserable and get driven to such a suicidal reduction of depression. 

You want to know why?

--Because people are too well off thinking that things are perfect, when they’re not, things are fucked up, people are fucked up and you and I can very well be just as fucked up.

The commercialistic consumerism has marred our view so much, we fail to think, our understanding gets necrotized. And we become sheep, robots, drones, whichever insult you have pertaining to  this subject of society.

For once in my life, I felt the true freedom of a human being, because I am thankful to the person who stole my phone too, so that I can be cut off from society.

It’s my repudiation, my revolt, my exultant radicalism of nihilism and anarchy.

This is my orgy of my radical ideas and feats; the epoch of my revulsion against morality and our intangible, invisible, virtually indestructible chains that bind us ignorance.

“We must act, act perpetually in order to be human … in order to possess real awareness of ourselves.” Mikhail Bakunin. 

Antithesis is bull

When I proclaim my daily revolutions, it shall be my greatest orgy of my humanity and idiocracy. A subterfuge of existentialism which only can depict a greater concept of my homage to delirium. This is my immolation to my alternate reality; a generous intrinsic movement from the collaboration of sickness and poison. I hate to admit to you that certainty does not exist, nor does truth, nor do numbers, nor does value.

To me, the things we make subjective have only placed us in an imprisonment of fear and morality.

Through morality, we have feared to venture and explore, so the proclamation of my daily revolutions (‘whining about my life’ for those of you who need to understand things according to Layman), I have failed to experience and expect a greater understanding of the cynic randomness of the tiny segments in life. This menagerie we are put through, is a delirious episode. A concierge, an usher, a slave rather, to immaculate conformist, corporate, perfectionist desires; that’s what we really are.

But fuck all that already, fuck reality.

Why can’t I create my own reality and my own world and my own things with my own endings. Like Neil Gaiman’s Sandman?

Why? Because we’ve defined reality. It’s blasphemy. 

And if I think of making my own worlds and doing my own things, it will be selfish, and I’ll be called crazy and bullshit like that.

But really, who gives a damn.

Someone told me I’m the minority of the minority, I hate to agree, but I do; I’m the chandelier of shit in a room full of shit; the spotlight; the main event; the super-shit.

I’m a big piece of shit on a big piece of shit, and I’m proud of it!

I hate your morality, I hate your reality, I hate your sanity, I hate everything you say about living ‘happy’ and in ‘harmony’! I hate it, because it’s imprisonment, it’s captivity.

I have to be enslaved to serve your pathetic emotional outbursts, and I am sick of it.

Call it blaspheme, or sedition, or defamation, I don’t give a fuck. Life is meaningless. What pursuits are there left to fulfill when we set the standard of perfection so high and complicated?

This thing we’ve got going on in life is ludicrous. A ridicule of our stupidity.

To Scarlett

25% Tar, 25% Nicotine, 50% THC; now that’s fun!

“So what is love?” she interrogated, her eyes, flat on the base and curved on the top, like rotated D’s, were so crystalline, they seemed welling up.

It took a long time for me to look away and say, “it’s a sharp pain; the shard of glass being driven meticulously into your eye.

“Why so? Is it that cruel?”

“Cruel?” I smirked, “love is beyond cruel, it’s hatred with the absence of anger; hatred with affection, that’s what it is. What is love in this menagerie of existence, we’re living in a fucking carnival; the zoo of delusional animals roaming freely in captivity. Love is natural selection put into action.”

That was just an extract of the current story I’m writing, based on my 3 year relationship with Joy. It’s called “Accident”, do email me if you want any of my stories.

Till then, good riddance to you, undesired reader ;)

P.S: My poor Scarlett broke her leg, she might have to amputate it during her next molt. Can you imagine?- A spider with 7 legs!

Orgasmic Diplacusis

This here is the void of existence where, on the edge, I created my reality. I live on the edge for the captivity of escapism.

This here is my religion; no obligations to life or divine beings, neither morals nor values.

This here is my blog, I rant and rant and rant and rant and rant and rant. That’s all I can do, I’m sorry for not displeasuring you all further by posting videos or pictures of my nude self, though some of you might like it.

I do hope, that through my posts and my writing, you have been captivated in a way or another. That you have learnt and thought about a thing or two.

Go,go forth and animate my writing.

All my sick short stories which I haven’t posted in quite a while.

But for now, I just want to contemplate my living, I can’t live like this forever. But I sure as hell will write and think like this forever.

So, esteemed reader, you and I, are really on different pages of reality. But through sickness, hunger, poison and wrath, we still are in the same void of existence.

Just for me, no objective morality, no intrinsic value.

Fin.

Aborted

These few months, I’ve been changing and changing, but isn’t change a substance in life? All this, it’s just fucking material living, sometimes, despite my taste and pleasure for torture and brutality, I can never stand violence.

I learnt just that recently, I’ve always hated fighting, I mean yeah, it is enjoyable, but come to think of it, violence isn’t anarchy.

Violence is just a little form of power we abuse to humiliate and overthrow others.

Brutality and torture to me are different; it just is. Because, I think, it’s not to gain more power, it’s just to eliminate.

And dear God, if you do even exist, I’m saying this loud and clear: I see no obligation to worship you.

But to me, we are the true gods; we create things beyond reality and set them to our parallel affiliates.

Joy Molina and I spent approximately 1095 days together as a couple, not counting the times we took breaks from our relationships.

I’ve decided to let her go; persistence is only pestilence.

She’s with this new guy now, I hope she’s happy. Yes people, I do feel fucking sad, but truly, what am I if I choose to aimlessly drag myself at love. Romance is just my little way of avoiding practical society, kisses are words said beyond being said and sex is either material of essential.

Who gives a fuck about sex nowadays, you just get passionate or whatever you’re into, orgasm, and it’s over, the credits roll, you leave the cinema, the ending theme song never seems to come on with impact.

But what about me? What do I want?

There are many possibilities, there may not even be a future.

People say we live in a cynical world, I don’t just beg to differ, I’ll prostitute myself for it.

Society is cynical. The world, unfortunately has to move in syncretism.

I’m 16, with a vision in life where only I can understand, because making people understand these days, it’s pointless.

So tell me, the natural of dwelling; something intrinsic and subterranean?

I’m depressed, schizophrenic, insomniatic, delirious, skeptical, nihilistic, and anarchical.

Anthropophobic, mnemophobic, philophobic, panophobic.

Sometimes, dreams are useless, but they guide us. Not many people will always get what they want; just look at me, I wanted to marry a girl and raise children with her, but she’s gone a long way with another guy now.

I’ve always wondered how my dad felt when my mom wanted to leave him for another guy while he was having cancer, I somehow know how that feels like.

No, I don’t feel sad, but just nostalgic about everything.

She told me she left me because she wanted to be free and single, but I guess some people hate to be honest.

I’m not angry either, just well, rather pissed, ignivomous and just fucking confused about what I should feel.

Delirium isn’t the right word, but it’s the first word that comes to mind.

So here I am, at the edge of my reality, screaming out what seems to be the most important moment of my current existence.

Fuck society!

Fuck money!

Fuck all.

No seriously, why does everything have to be so cynic.Clinically, I am a contagion of no intrinsic suffering and pain.

And as of now, I don’t know what I’m talking about. So farewell for now, esteemed reader.

Strychnine

So here I am today, going to talk to you about what I am against. I am strictly against a hell lot of things and people; Christians( not Christ), the idea of ‘God’, Satanism, the LaVeyan Satanism, and many other beliefs.

To me, as I have said, many Christians do no tend to be Christ like, but instead, they’re just idiotic bastards hell bent on something they have no clue about.

I’m against pro-lifers, and people against homosexuality.

I’m against Satanists and contemporary Satanism.

I am against may political beliefs like state-capitalism.

I am anti-human; I think that everybody, in order to save our abhorrence of a marred humanity, should commit suicide and save this beautiful, lively planet, destroyed by us and only us.

I am anti-animal abuse but I’m not vegan.

I’m anti-drug, but only synthetic drugs.

I hate fascists, racists, and I can’t stand the sight of neo-Nazi's.

I can’t stand you, I can’t stand him, I can’t stand her, I can’t stand them, I can’t stand myself.

I’m so sleepy right now but I just can’t sleep, I am anti-insomnia because I have it and my parents don’t do shit about it.

I am anti-marriage, for the time being because I think that I can’t make a type of devotion.

I hate Every fucking one of you, but I love you all as well; You can only love if you have the will to hate.

Auschwitz.

So I did a fuck lot of cam-whoring today.

Wanna see, wanna see, wanna see?

I don’t care if you want to or not.

It’s my web log, and I’ll post it anyway.

Hee, Don’t you just hate me?

   

What? I didn’t know what to do with my laptop’s inbuilt camera, so I took really weird shots at myself and my tee-shirt. I got it in Amsterdam and it says ‘Me In Amsterdam’

But ok people, stop masturbating or whatever you’re doing. I miss Joy, gosh. Maybe I’ll meet her later, and give her Cesar salad, she’s craving for that. Maybe a container of mixed fruits too, heh, don’t I just adore her.

So goodbye for now, reader, viewer. Remember to know that death comes to everyone, my 50-50% wishes to all of you. Toodles!

Threnodies, Melodies, Vagaries and Augeries.

I'm sick of the ubiquitous individuals who oh-so proclaim that Shakespeare is the greatest writer of all time; gosh people, expand your fucking scope on writers.

Shakespeare is nothing short of a hopeless romantic who writes well, with awestruck fluidity, but he's really, not the best. Listen to me and you'll know what I mean.

Try reading Byron, now here's one for you dark readers, you romance-addicts.

Or if you are really a hopeless romantic, try Balzac, he'll fucking define what it means to love one and serve all.

Now, onto today's headlines: An 8 year old boy shot his father and his father's friend and calmly admitted to the murders. Grandparents say that the boy was capable of criminal behavior.

Ok. First off, everybody is capable of criminal fucking behavior, they just need to find the need for it, maybe not so for some, but everyone is capable of the morally-introduced, criminal behavior.

And here's today's question for the male sex-addict: do you cut holes in your pockets just so you can masturbate in public?

Don't you love me being random?

Honestly, I couldn't give a fuck.

I'm just a pissed off individual trying to un-complicate myself to complicate the lives of others for my own quixotic pleasures.

So now, I shall recite what I understand from years of studying the Christian faith, only based on the new testament; well because, it's the only testament which christ is in.

So, well christianity is very much being christ-like; in a sense, you try to enact and infer all the deeds of christ in your own little ways isn't it not?

So I get rather confused when people tell me they're christian, and get pissed off and swear at everything. Goshh... isn't christ about tolerance, love, peace, pride, patience and being humble?

So why the fuck are some of you people trying to be so supremacistic about everything, you can't even tolerate someone saying "oh, so christian."

To me, jesus was a philosopher, who used the idea of god to incorporate a sense of justification within ourselves. He turned the ideas of the old testament around, he sparked revolt amongst the pharisees, he caused a lot of major bullshit and controversy, and they became pissed, then used their influence to kill him.

They did what we humans do to those who asked us to live in peace and harmony: kill them.

Think about it, every prolific individual who asked us to live in peace got assassinated.

Think Gandhi, think Jesus, think Abraham Lincoln, we've killed them.

We kill and go against because we're afraid, and we know they're right.

Just think, Jesus, in any verse in the bible, never said he was the son of god, not one quote.

As a philosopher, I respect him, but I don't need to clasp my hands together to respect him. In a sense, I AM ANTICHRIST. BUT ONLY THAT THE WORD 'ANTICHRIST' BE USED AS 'ANTIHERO'.

So here I say I'm a christian with no traits and/or similarities pertaining to the christian belief or faith apart from the fact I think and function as any other human being, only with a mind of more reason and justification.

But well, as a nihilist, I denounce the idea of god, but even if he does exist, HE STARTED ALL THIS IN THE FIRST PLACE, SO I'M PISSED OFF AT HIM.

As an anarchist, tyranny, power, ruling; that holds no meaning to me. Honestly, how much better are you than any other person when it comes down to humanity?

No difference, existence should not be judged and classified at all, it's just defamation and discrimination to our fellow existent creatures.

I'm no better than you, nor are you better than me. So what's truly valuable? Nothing, we just have to name its value ourselves.

So here I am, going around in no catharsis; going to places familiar and alienated, naming them myself, creating my own alternate reality. The world I am in can only be judged and animated by myself and how I see it.

Forget what you already know, and relearn things your own way. Learn what you want, or do what I do, create theories about things and recreate your reality.

Like I've said: you and me, we're on different realities, just only within the same void.

We're human, all only too human, you and I, may not know each other, may never would, but you and I share something in common, we're here because we want to fuck the fuck ups back and find a reason to this joyous struggle.

Endlessly, in threnody, melody, vagary, and augury.

You may know me, maybe you never will, who cares?

Who gives a fuck about who you are and where you come from, we're alienated beings.

You know, I think, as humans, we're the most pitiful species, we're the most inventive and creative creatures on this planet, yet, so divided, we're no unique, we're just fucked up. I think that thinking and knowing and intellect is a curse, because when you know, and understand, you complicate yourself more.

with my warmest regards and coldest auspices, fuck you and good luck, dear reader.

J&M

I guess people come to a point in life they're not bothered by the things that effected a segment in their life, be it their youth, adolescence, whatsoever.

Persuasion lives here no longer, and i guess, for this case, so does love. I don't know why, all the time, I speak of freedom, I'm trying to tie myself down to such a commitment. Each time I hear your voice these days, it seems like I've become a burden to you.

There are so many words I want to use here, but none of them holds any meaning anymore, I guess that my message to you is beyond what I could write and what I could say, perhaps, beyond what I could think of.

I don't know what anything means anymore, I don't want this, nor do I want that.

I feel so stupid and aimless trying to fight for you now, you've lost so much hope in me, I'm guessing I feel limp myself. Let me admit this, I attempt autoerotic asphyxia each day, I just want to die in ejaculation so that maybe I can evade this entire menagerie and gain liberation from all my depressants.

I just hate feeling so fucking depressed, ok. I hate fucking depression, I hate fucking insomnia, I hate fucking schizophrenia, I hate being alienated, I hate thinking different, I hate being nihilistic, I hate being able to reason things clearly, I hate being un-sheepish, I hate hating things. I don't hate life, I'm not fucking emo, even though I seem like it. I hate fucking living, that's all.

I hate going through everyday and getting pissed at everything, at myself, at the world, at people, at friends, at family. But I guess, as a human being, I deserve to be pissed. But I don't care.

I don't care, but i just fucking do.

Yes, people, I'm a confused teenager drowned in angst.

But back to the point, ah who cares what the point is anymore.

Ouranophobic

What is reality?

Reality is this, people; we're just in different states of it, just living our realities in varied manner; we're all finding our own way to living life.

I believe that skepticism should be context based, because the only way we're going to solve all our insurrections is through an insurrection alone.

We're all potential psychotic bastards, rapists and serial killers, we're all fucked up in our own way, if, according to us, at least we think we are. But we are fucked.

So the big question for now, 'What is Reality?'.

So let me just make a little suggestion, reality contains rich,aristocratic bastards who can't give a shit about the downward spiral we are facing. It contains cabalistic freaks who wreck havoc and cause massive suffering. It contains people who want total perfection in the commercial, conformist living. It has the radically-religious who, in augury, commit immolation, and mercy killings, sacrifices, if you wish.

Just fucking look at Ted Bundy, Richard Ramirez, Ed Kemper, Ed Gein, if you don't really know who these are, try thinking Jack the Ripper. Serial Killers that's what they fucking are.

They're not crazy, just maybe, in our morality, they're fucked up, they're criminal, they should be alienated.

So think about it, reality isn't absolution, it isn't totally defined.

Here's a quote from Bundy: When I see a girl walk on the street, one part of me wants to take her out, talk to her, be nice to her. And the other part of me, imagine what her head feels like on a stick.

To him, that is perfection, even if it means, it's morally sick.

Me, whenever I walk into a beautiful room, I think, this is missing the smell of dead flowers and cat piss, the sight of shit on the walls, and the occasional maniac, running around randomly stabbing people, they're also missing the part of where a girl is stretched, nude, hanging limp from the wall. There is no catharsis here, only reality.

Whatever happened to the age of fucked up poets and crazy artists who go killing on monday and paint about God on wednesday?

Why would people think Shakespeare wrote the best love poetry when there's Byron and Balzac?

So let my demons and gods be known to man and woman,
born of every procedure possible,
existing, existed or to be existant.
Wither not within me this antisymmetry of perfection.
My austere glimpse at absolutism:
Let my demons therefore be known,
demonic or angelic,
sesquicentennial dirges be my calling.
As my demons are asking,
"where? where is this war of yours?"
My reply
"so far up your ass, so far, it's touching your nose."
"how so? this war... how so is it up my arse?"
"because you are the ignorant, you care not for the rest of the world. You and I, we're living on different sides of reality, you're just a nabob, or probably just stupid. Your so numb to what reality is, you can't feel it up your ass."
"why? why thee choose to walketh down a bitterest path?"
"my path is not bitter, it's the sightless vision you uphold. For you, my demons, shall still die like I die, live as how I do, and be a virginal slave of reality."
So this my angels say,
"It's alright, darling, for the ignorant shall face your fate as well, the instantial fate of death, and the insanity of their unsavoured ethic. They shall face their fantasies only in their fantasy."
My demons flee, laughing, laughing like the ignorant fools they are, living their live in a third world state of mind with the pocket of unsubtle wealth, just forgetting, ignoring, unknowing reality.
I sit crying, crying because I had to give a fuck, crying because I'm so alienated, crying because I want to believe so much, I've become gullible.

I guess I'm going to call this the price of vision. For now, let me end the delirium in my own voids of sanity.

Edits to Sexual Reality.

Ok, I have made a mistake on the Lee Kwan Yew part of the previous post, I failed to read it right, so here’s the original, not from Lee Kwan Yew but Lee Hsien Loong. So let me restart on that and add: an increasing number of Singaporeans are getting the idea of a two-party political system due to the recent American Presidential Elections; Singaporeans worry that the Peoples Action Party would not be able to do enough. What is the PM Lee Hsien Loong’s response and what type of political system would be more beneficial for the island-nation of Singapore?

“A two-party system cannot work in Singapore, Prime Minister Lee Hsien Loong said on Sunday.

This is because it is adversarial and guarantees neither good governance nor progress.

As long as the People's Action Party (PAP) changes itself and continues to provide clean and good government, and the lives of Singaporeans improve, the country is much better off with one dominant, strong, clean party, he said.”

The Straits Times, 18 Nov 2008.

So anyway, let me elaborate furthur on this:

The entire speech is clearly condition by the words “As long as”, which is saying, if we don’t meet our demands and make the society happy, we would allow anybody out there to amend us (PAP). Our revered Prime Minister, though voicing the topic has failed to address and reason why we should be better with a single-party authorial rule.

So what is better?

Another part of the statement:

“Speaking at the PAP annual conference, Mr Lee highlighted two examples of how the two-party system worked: The United States and Taiwan.

Concerning the US, he noted that Mr Barack Obama had campaigned on the theme of 'Change we can believe in'.”

The Straits Times, 18 Nov 2008.

Let me ask, why does the Singapore government always bring up Taiwan in almost anything they talk about?

“Then he instructed his audience on the difference between a big country and a small one by taking the example of the US and Taiwan, his point being that big countries have a kind of strategic depth; they can absorb a spell of bad government or extreme polarisation and still recover.

Plausibly that is true, though one might also point to the example of China during the Great Proletarian Cultural Revolution. A huge country was brought to the brink of chaos and mass starvation, not because it had an adversarial two-party system overzealous in fixing each other, but a dominant single party with untrammelled power.

There is undue selectivity in Lee's examples. Why, each time when the Singapore government tries to parry demands for greater democracy, do they always use the example of Taiwan?”

yawning bread, 18 Nov 2008.

In fact, just before I read this parts on the yawning bread, I’ve already drawn my conclusion:

It’s obvious isn’t it? I mean, Taiwan has one of the most prolific parliaments, and has had major protests and everything.

So what is good for the island nation of Singapore?

There sure are a lot of things to address in the parliament, the environment (social conditions, conservation, etc…), the socioeconomic growth(what about the dependency ratio), taxes(government policies), bills(stuff we have to pay for to survive), petitions(why must we wait till we’re 18 to smoke?), the local infrastructure, shit like that.

What about the cultural factors? But Singapore has no problem for that.

All that concerns the people—> taxes, resources, supplies, money.

The government—> money, money, money, population increase, money, COE(money), ERP gantries(money), money, recreational development(our money).

Soon enough, Singapore will be an entire Super city with no rural settlement, everyone will get their ‘happily-ever-after living’ with their expensive condos, their expensive hi-tech systems, their expensive underwear, their executive living, their fancy food, just living the high life. They pay their monthly taxes so the government won’t fuck around with them, they keep their mouth shut and let the government take over.

Because the illusion of security is introduced; people think they’re well to do, they don’t think life could get any better; you know, becoming sheepish and droned.

Programmed idiots trading their freedom for a controlled environment, doing their daily 9-5 with no worry or concern because they think the government has it all planned out.

The hierarchy owns the big businesses, the parliament, the media, the small businesses, the country; they own your fucking asshole and every single orifice and puts a customs officer at each to control what goes in and out of the system: you will need a passport and a visa for every item you put into and take out of your body.

They tell you what to do and what not to do, they tell you what to say and what not to say, they tell you what to learn and what not to learn, they tell you what to know and what not to know; basically, they’re telling you which hole your shit comes out from.

They will run your fucking lives, they will not let you be an individual but they will let you be a single unit; a citizen: they will never let you fuck around with them.

In fact, they will not even let you have a sense of imagination, if not it will be a capital punishment, of course we, as Singapore citizens all know what that means… it means DEATH!

Singapore: Disneyland with the death penalty.

  So here’s an advertisement to promote the travel influx to Singapore in other countries: With scenes of the “perfect living” and landmarks and of course the man-made and artificial tropical scenery and environment; you know, places like Sen-fucking-tosa. A robotic female voice reads: Welcome to the tropical island-nation of Singapore. Where natural, tropical living is converged with the bustling city. A nation of smiles and imaginary, child-like fantasized creatures like the Merlion as mascots, Singapore is where you can experience the past and present all at once. Uniquely Singapore.

So instead of wanting everything free, let me introduce another word, try, next time, wanting free-dom. Liberty.

It’s very simple: start thinking for yourself.

So alas, I conclude. Fuck you.

Sexual Reality

As a person who believes in the political movement of anarchy, I am a liberal who does not believe in the policy of believing the government.

An example can be shared through what I was reading on the paper on what Lee Hsien Loong said that we should squeeze on the COE’s and increase the ERP gantries. It was also said in another speech earlier on this week by his father, Lee Kwan Yew, on the financial development of the country that Singapore can strive without an opposition.

Which goes to show we have a totalitarian, capitalistic nation, with confused political authorial rule and just plain control.

All the hierarchy really wants is to control us.

We are just the sheepish lead to the slaughter, being drawn to the illusion that we can benefit from the ‘choices’ they give us; which in fact, we do not have a choice.

They’re squeezing on the COE’s and the amount of ERP gantries, just so that they can, supposedly, control the traffic problem concerning the influx to the CDB area, when it’s clearly the main instigator of the problem. It’s a catalyst, and I have a good analogy for this: take a mental institute, from experience, it is not the person who makes it to mental hospital, the mental hospital makes the person.

But people don’t see they’re not doing this to control the traffic problem, or to save the environment.

In fact, the government is clearly challenging the success-seeking Singaporean to buy the cars and up the economy. Besides, there is no profit from conservation.

It’s all just an illusionary statement to put more money in the pocket.

Why you may ask?

Singapore is facing underpopulation and they are giving cash and incentives, benefits basically to those with more children.

Think about it, where does all that money come from?

Taxes(from cigarettes and GST, and ridiculous fines), it comes from all the overpriced property to increase the value of something.

Property and ownership have only driven people to the “want and need” factor.

It has driven people to crime, corruption and is basically the root of all “evil”.

In a tiny state of Singapore, where property demand is high and expenses are even higher and taxes are ridiculously high, it’s painful for me to see the people I have grown up with attain the ‘PAP mindset’. I am not Singaporean, but I have lived here for most of my life so I do consider it a home to me, and all I want to see is an enlightened nation who can think for themselves.

But that is how the government is taking over us: we are already so small so debating for power would only lead to civil wars and so to prevent this, the government never allows opposing forces to intervene in their affairs.

I shall conclude here for today, do think about what I have written fellow Singaporeans, your liberal terrorist and stateless socialist, nihilistic, individualist adolescent with contradictory beliefs and views, Marc Ashley, aka, KVNT.

Her eyelids were my repertoire

The events tonight has caused me to lose two people. One in front of me, another, gradually over time. Over time, I don’t need friends or enemies, I just need to uncomplicate my life.

So much to a point, I’ve lost my will to empower my living, I feel I don’t exist inside anymore.

Who knows, this could be my suicide note, for good perhaps. Upbeat, nihilistic adolescent: a disclaimer to an uncensored world.

You and I, we’re living in the same world, just different realities.

Chuck Palahniuk, Robert Desnos, Arthur Rimbaud, Jean Cocteau, H.P Lovecraft, Edgar Allan Poe, Friedrich Nietzsche, Neil Gaiman, William Powell, Anthony Burgess, possibly more, of whom I cannot remember, thank you for your works and your intangibles; thank you for feeding my sensory delirium chambers and fueling my thinking and imagination. Thank you for giving me what I can never bring myself to share with the world.

There are so many people I never met, but I want to thank.

You and I share no common goal, you and I have no resembling future, we don’t share the same mind, nor do we share the same humanity.

But here’s to you, reader. Here’s to all the things you will never do but want to do, here’s to your insurrection of life.

Here’s to the imperialist dogmatic syncretism of commercial consumerism and perfection we think we should have.

Here’s to nothing, for nothing is what we stand for and nothing is what we are. For nothing is the first path to something.

I didn’t find out the meaning to life, but I found out a billion ways to live it.

Here’s to my friends; people whom I have never called a friend inside, people I thought were my friends, people whom I thought held a sophisticated confidence in, people I talk to on a regular basis.

Here’s to the people who will never remain and will eternally be unspoken.

So this brings me to eternity.

If death is like permanent sleeping, and sleeping passes like an instant, wouldn’t an eternity be more or less an instant, no matter how long it is?

To those who believe in heaven and hell, afterlife, reincarnation, please just try not to differ and just stick with me for a moment.

I mean, it all comes to nothing.

We all were mostly somebody’s bundle of joy, having someone to instill hopes and dreams for us.

But in the end, all that knowledge and wisdom, where does it truly go to, death is death, but is death final?

Maybe it’s because I had a fucked up day, I’m thinking like this, but hey, isn’t everyday a wonderful day for someone?

MOBIUS STRIP

The track I'm running on
Won't be the same when I turn back
It's useless to follow it straight
I'll return to another place
I circle around but the sky changes
Yesterday I was a child
I'm a man now
The world's a strange thing
And the rose among the roses
Doesn't resemble another rose.

Robert Desnos, translated by Amy Levin

Death Be Not Proud

Death be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not soe,
For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures bee,
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee doe goe,
Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie.
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell,
And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well,
And better then thy stroake; why swell'st thou then?
One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.
John Donne

Memory

I

Clear water; like the salt of childhood tears,
the assault on the sun by the whiteness of women’s bodies;
the silk of banners, in masses and of pure lilies,
under the walls a maid once defended;

the play of angels;—no…the golden current on its way,
moves its arms, black, and heavy, and above all cool, with grass. She
dark, before the blue Sky as a canopy, calls up
for curtains the shadow of the hill and the arch.

II

Ah! the wet surface extends its clear broth!
The water fills the prepared beds with pale bottomless gold.
The green faded dresses of girls
make willows, out of which hop unbridled birds.

Purer than a louis, a yellow and warm eyelid
the marsh marigold—your conjugal faith, o Spouse!—
at prompt noon, from its dim mirror, vies
with the dear rose Sphere in the sky grey with heat.

III

Madame stands too straight in the field
nearby where the filaments from the work snow down; the parasol
in her fingers; stepping on the white flower; too proud for her
children reading in the flowering grass

their book of red morocco! Alas, He, like
a thousand white angels separating on the road,
goes off beyond the mountain! She, all
cold and dark, runs! after the departing man!

IV

Longings for the thick young arms of pure grass!
Gold of April moons in the heart of the holy bed! Joy
of abandoned boatyards, a prey
to August nights which made rotting things germinate.

Let her weep now under the ramparts! the breath
of the poplars above is the only breeze.
After, there is the surface, without reflection, without springs, gray:
an old man, dredger, in his motionless boat, labors.

V

Toy of this sad eye of water, I cannot pluck,
o! motionless boat! o! arms too short! neither this
nor the other flower: neither the yellow one which bothers me,
there; nor the friendly blue one in the ash-colored water.

Ah! dust of the willows shaken by a wing!
The roses of the reeds devoured long ago!
My boat still stationary; and its chain caught
in the bottom of this rimless eye of water,—in what mud?

Arthur Rimbaud

When we two parted
Lord Byron

When we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted,
To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this.
The dew of the morning
Sank chill on my brow
It felt like the warning
Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fame:
I hear thy name spoken,
And share in its shame.
They name thee before me,
A knell to mine ear;
A shudder comes o'er me
Why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee,
Who knew thee too well:
Long, long shall I rue thee
Too deeply to tell.
In secret we met
In silence I grieve
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee?
With silence and tears.

Lord Byron

This poem by Byron, by far is my most favourite, in sickness and tragedy, the perseverance involved. Surely he hath given me strength through these order of words countless times.

RESONANCE, Marc Ashley.

“Time,” she points again.

As though awaiting the fatality of a heartbeat to pounce onto her.

Bourne are her sorrows in bitterest laps.

Maliciously.

Malevolently, pacing; stalking her on the draft.

Prowling winter chill in the night’s white heat.

Where she walks, may she be buried.

Obsequies in dissent;

melodic dirges scatter like lullabies on an orchestrated symphony.

Sounds of which paint my prelude.

Tranquil recessed; beauty has no more definition.

“Hail thee who shudders the obesities of my thinking!” she blinks.

The flutter of her eyelids are my repertoire.

I will never understand myself, never will man nor woman living or dead be able to. For understanding is impossible is it not?

Illuminations; Liberation. Rhyming of which I seek not.

But what do I seek?

I seek the unexpected, with no premonition.

I embrace this like a sound embraces a surface.

Never will understanding be understood.

Fin.

Obsequies

I was discussing with a friend of mine about getting “high” from cigarettes, debating with him rather, so here is my entire response to his ubiquitous delusion on getting a “high”.

So Getting “high” on Cigarettes: True or False.

Cigarettes contain nicotine; a powerful, addictive stimulant. In addition, there is a concentration of Carbon Monoxide (CO) in the cigarette smoke.

With the presence of CO, Oxygen from the red blood cells are displaced causing the lack of its flow to the brain. The body then experiences a light-headedness, followed by a wave of dizziness commonly known as the ‘nicotine buzz’, this process is medically known as Hypoxia.

So my dear friend, it is not a “high”. So FALSE.

Syncretism

An Anarchist View of Elections
By CARLOS FIERRO
Presidential elections, and I say this in the nicest way possible, seem to bring out prolonged periods of insanity. Presidential elections are, to a large extent, exercises in insanity. We are asked to suspend all of our critical judgments. We are asked to forget the  past and accept an alternate reality where, if an assertion is made strongly enough, then it becomes reality.
I’m told that this is the most important presidential election that the nation has ever seen. I’m told that the economic downturn has only made this election that much more important. Not only that, but I’m told this with a passion that is seldom seen. It is the same feeling you get when you’re talking to a true believer. The “we have to elect Obama” sentiment is expressed as an article of faith. It need not be justified; it simply needs to be expressed. And expressed it is, with assured righteousness & zeal. The dogma of the true believers is accompanied by incredulous disbelief in the simplemindedness of those McCain supporters. There is a certain amount of arrogance … superiority that is present in some of those “enlightened” enough to support Obama. There is a gross sense of superiority in the proclamations that “we” live in a blue state.
To question this dogma is worse than blasphemy: it is an affront to the “liberal mentality.” And the liberal mentality is as much an article of faith as any that exists. All protestations that this preternatural faith in the ultimate goodness of Democrats is completely unfounded – not only unfounded, but utterly false – go unheard. Reminders that Bill Clinton brought us an “end to welfare as we know it,” more stringent terrorism and death penalty legislation (without which the Patriot Act never would have happened), NAFTA, and eight years of war in Iraq, sanctions, and bombing the world over are dismissed. History hasn’t shown us that Democrats are better leaders, but faith demands that we believe it.
Whenever talk with a good liberal turns to politics, it inevitably goes down this path. And inevitably I leave tired.
This electoral amnesia seems to know no bounds; it seems to affect everyone to some degree. I was listening to KFCF a few days back and Cornel West was the guest on the KPFA Morning Show. I am a great admirer of Dr West. I don’t pretend to be his equal in intellect or activism, but I could not help but feel saddened by the points he made.
Dr West makes the point that Obama, as a Lincoln-like figure, “would be a thermostat rather than just a thermometer.” Rather than simply reflecting consensus, Obama would reshape consensus. Dr West suggests that like Lincoln, Obama “has to be given a chance, but first things first, he’s got to win…then he has to be allowed to stretch out and become the grand statesmen.” Dr West points out that Lincoln didn’t go into the presidency looking to end slavery, but that he became the statesmen. Then Dr West made the statement that “there is no Abe Lincoln becoming a statesmen without Fredrick Douglas and Harriet Beecher Stowe.”
And with that statement, all the problems of electoral politics rush to the forefront. We don’t need another Lincoln, or an Obama; what we need is more Fredrick Douglasses and Harriet Beecher Stowes. We need more Martin Luther Kings, Big Bill Haywoods, and Helen Kellers. We don’t need more FDRs, we need more Eugene Debs. We don’t need more JFKs, we need more Philip Berrigans. We don’t need to look to great men to lead us to the promised land, we need to recognize the power that we, the nameless and “the powerless,” possess when we assert our power rather than make assertions of faith directed at the great leader myths.
There are two reasons why these myths are particularly dangerous. First, they are simply false. The legislature, the executive, and the judiciary have not pushed this nation forward. They have gone along with popular movements kicking and screaming. It was not any of the three branches of government that led to the advances in voting rights, labor rights, or the end of slavery, it was mass popular movements. It was not Cleveland, Harrison, McKinley, Teddy Roosevelt, Taft, Wilson, or even FDR that had anything to do with advances in labor rights or suffrage. It wasn't Brandeis, Berger, Brennan, Holmes or Marshall that led to the advancement of this nation as a more equitable state. It wasn't JFK, Robert Kennedy or Johnson in the White House, or Mansfield and Dirksen in the Senate that lead to the Civil Rights Act of 1964. It was people on the street marching and fighting for a more equitable nation. It was many of those same people that brought about the end to the Vietnam War, not the mainstream media or any of those mentioned above. It is this very misperception, the creation of dubious hero leaders that leads to the second danger: disempowerment. We are left to petition our overseers and vote for leaders and wish a wish based on the most unfounded faith that they will make things better.
It is not simply wishes based on unfounded faith, but that these elections and religious faith in candidates draw so much energy. So much so that after the election, there is a vacuum left in its wake. The time, energy, & money expended on these elections necessitate that all those working fervently for the election of their candidate, understandably, need to rest, but just enough rest to prepare for the next go-round. No other campaign/movement garners as much prolonged energy, money, & time as presidential elections. And all of that energy, money, & time unnecessarily zaps energy from movements and issues that desperately need our attention. The anti-war movement has seen a precipitous drop in proportion to the rise in the time and energy spent on the Obama campaign. How does one explain all the effort on the part of the anti-war movement to further the Obama campaign if not through political/historical amnesia? True, Obama talks about a nebulous pullout of Iraq, but that is partially in order to ratchet up our war effort in Afghanistan. Trading one war for another does not a peace candidate make.
And in a time of unprecedented environmental destruction, it is utter insanity that our two major presidential candidates profess that they have the plan to not only get the economy back on track, but to get the economy growing again. It is not fun to say, but it needs saying. The economy does not need to grow, rather it needs to begin to shrink, and shrink drastically. And if it is going to shrink drastically, as nature necessitates, then we must consider ways to make society equitable, not wealthier. In this light, giving banks a $1trillion bailout so that they can begin loaning money to kick start the growth of the economy is not only wrong headed, but suicidal.
My hope is that, after the election, regardless the outcome, we tap into the revolutionary spirit of Fredrick Douglass, Harriet Beecher Stowe, Big Bill Haywood, Helen Keller, Eugene Debs, Phillip Berrigan, Martin Luther King, and those nameless others. That we remember that power is centered not in the halls of government, but in the hands of the people working collectively. That change for the better does not start with the leadership of Barack Obama or John McCain, but on the streets.
Carlos Fierro lives in Fresno, CA, where he teaches Journalism & Mass Communication at a local college, and is currently engaged in a spat with the City of Fresno over his killing his lawn. He is the founding editor of The Undercurrent, an independent monthly newspaper.

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Profane Esoteric

I’m panning out the to-do list here and I guess I am almost done with it. Meticulously, I wrote a short story in my head while cooking.

You have to know, that the sun has set, summer has died and winter is postponed. All that you know will come crashing down on you, your physical embodiment is no longer what it is. You are alienated and foreign,  you are lost in this menagerie you once thought was a home. An incoherent lullaby, sang as the world dissolves. Slowly, your cadavers, everything on you, rot away in sudden erosion. You slick fantasy with time and eternity died along, all that is left is your morbid fascination to your death, an erotica, you may call it, aphrodisiac. Ever crashed awake from a dream of a nap on the bus and felt the world was going to end, but realise everything’s alright?

So you have to know the world has set, auspices and vagaries have died,  your verbose life is put on hold. You never have and never will understand what is going on here.

Epoch of Masturbation

I'm going to show you the draft of my document on my personal nihilistic and anarchical views. MAJOR ADJUSTMENTS HAVE TO BE MADE AND CERTAIN POINTS IN THE DRAFT HAVE TO BE FURTHER DEVELOPED, RECTIFIED OR JUST TAKEN AWAY.So here it is, do enjoy it... while you're still alive...

You’re Worthless Introduction: The Bastard Gospel.

Oh how beautiful is this world? The answer to that varies from mind to mind, honestly, who can give a flying fuck about the world truly these days.
And no! I know you’re going to say everyone with a sense of morality, every non-profit organization, every divine-seeking follower of piousness, every conservationist, environmentalist, artists, and anyone who falls along that line do.
Speaking honestly, I don’t think they do. Nope, not even the lady who sings about her abysmal, deranged, distressed, depressing life of poverty on the corner of the subway. Not even the lyrics of Don Mclean can do the job here, I’m not talking sense, or statistics; I’m talking value.
You see, the way we’ve made life progress across the centuries: we’ve put a value, a price tag on every god damn thing this universe has to offer. We have managed to make everyone believe that you are more valuable when you have the money, the credibility, the right looks, the perfect figure, and of course there is in time to time, physical ability. We have disposed beauty into categories, made art a piece of shit and the world and everything on it worthless, but everything seems more valuable once it’s more expensive.
You see the thing about the world is that we have to follow a path of morality, sanity, piety and civility to succeed. Anything else gives you dilemma. It always makes you the black sheep of the family if you don’t have perfect grades, a stable job, being homeless; it always makes you the loser. This is what I say: you don’t to go to school to be knowledgeable, intelligent or wise; you don’t have to be rich you know the value of something; you don’t have to be perfect to be anything.
Honestly, I just want to get over all the points here and not waste time; I’m not the kind who would make a massive story before getting to the point, so I’ll end this introduction here.

Chapter1: Magnum Innominadum

The title to this chapter describes the name of this religion, it’s Latin for ‘Great to be Unnamed’. Because I can’t find a proper name for this ‘faith’, it’s not a religion, but more or less. It’s maybe more or less “Sexed-Up Nihilism”; a bastard gospel: the gospel with no father, no higher power, no nothing; no values, no morals, nothing. Yes, very much Nihilistic. But here goes, I want to keep everything as brief and direct as possible folks, because it’ll take a fool to not understand how simple I put things here. So Magnum Innominadum, great not to be named; it’s truly great not be named anything, no total judgment, no entire meaning, no value, no nothing, once again. Nihil itself is Latin for nothing.
Well so here sparks the beginning of a short journey, a short, pointless journey: My name is Marc Ashley Alexander Wahid; I’m part Scandinavian, part Asian (from the Borneo region). I was born on the 26th January 1992 in Kota Kinabalu, Sabah, Malaysia. I listen to a lot of different music, mainly underground music; music you might not like or fancy, music you might think makes a hooligan or a rebel or a cultist or just some screw-up. That’s just my name and where I come from, that’s all; you don’t really need to know further because I’m not giving trivia. I hold very strong sentiments against religion, money, the education system, politics—governing and the world.
I’ll just briefly discuss each one of them before further elaborating them in the following chapters.
Religion: Yes very much of my sentiment is directed to religion, because I’m one who hates being controlled, overpowered and having the idea that I have to live according to structure. Unless it is natural structure, like how nature has a standard cycle, I do not like any other forms of power.
Money: You see the thing about money is that, it’s the most vital thing in this cynical, this very ‘developed’ environment we have here. It has managed to manipulate our minds into a form of invisible corruption; it puts everything under a price-tag, a value; it is the greatest discovery/development but it’s also the greatest mistake.
The education system: This, very much like money, puts the value on us; our credibility, our reliability; why cannot we choose what we want to learn. Don’t get me wrong, I think education is vital, but some parts of it are well, fucked up. Face it; we’re living our entire lives for that one degree, that one stupid slip of paper. It has soul-sucked us into the belief that you have to be smart for what you want to do; again, do not get me wrong but honestly, what we have here is a generation of smart-assed babies who are brainwashed into a façade that the world exists entirely on paper.
Politics: Now this is very much a religion, you get people to follow you, you reign supreme, then change leaders, enforce more laws, cut tax, free the people that shit. Well mainly governing systems, because I do not enjoy the idea of civilization, modernization, progress; then again where would we be without all that. World: Almost everything on it. So this is it, my belief in brief: Magnum Innominadum. So sense or seeking for divinity, no quest of morals, any set of sins, and ignorance towards all that seems to fluctuate.

Chapter2: The Nihilistic Misanthrope.

As friendly as I could ever sound, I’m actually misanthropic, I hate all life as much as I hate everything else. You see the thing about the world is, everything needs to be equal, especially for a person like me who has OCD(Obsessive Compulsive Disorder) I like to see THINGS put in order.
I can’t stand to see something amiss or out of place because we have a sense of where we have to be, we have to, that’s what I feel despite being a big fan of chaos and such.

So yes, we have to have a sense of balance, but here is where I will stand: having a sense of balance does not mean we have to have ‘right’ and ‘wrong’. It can be unpleasant and such, but nothing is truly ‘wrong’.
There is no ‘wrong’, only right and left; ‘wrong’ is ‘grown’ misspelled.
My idea of life is that we could and we should do what ever we want. I believe nothing in this world should ever be immoral. Honestly, think about it, we weren't evolved into a civilized world; all this bullshit of technology, industrialization, urbanization, culture and what else is there. All this 'morality', 'sanity'; all these are just vortexes in which we create to displace the idea of fear, work; we just want to make this life seem safer, seem easier, seem more fluid, more 'professional'.
I tell you, if not for the civilization, we would have still been chopping heads in jungles; if not for scientists, our only source of entertainment would be 2 baboons slapping their red asses at our faces, if not for the civilization, this entire planet, would be perfectly sane.
In which I would prefer...but then again, I wouldn't be standing here, you wouldn't know what a game console is, and we would definitely be plucking ticks out of each others' hair. Someone once said, "Culture is to make a drinking bowl out of your enemy's skull, civilization is to go to prison for doing that." So truly, the statement here is: ‘immoral’, ‘moral’, ‘sanity’, ‘insanity’ and other such adjectives MUST only remain as words that describe the nature of how people conduct themselves, BUT NOT USED to justify of how an individual MUST conduct itself. Face it, people; we were savages who created too many things that made some people very happy, and most very depressed. Just like how we created god; just like how we created money; just like how we created sins; just like how we created a great divide that soul-sucked
us into a faceless “knowledge” of “right” and “wrong”; we have truly sucked the value out of everything the moment we put a material value on something. We have also put underage limits as to what we can or cannot do, but you know what we are truly unprepared for, truly underage for? I will tell you: Knowledge, Wisdom, Realization and Philosophy. I might not live to the day till somebody realizes this: That we have to know that we have to lose it all to value it all; once things are lost, their value is truly seen. That we learn from mistakes; the greater the mistake the greater the lesson. Only when we have lost everything that seemingly matters to us, only when we have fucked our lives up, only when we have taken the fall shall we know
shall we understand that true value is stolen once you give it a value. Value is not the sticker with a price written on it; value is how meaningful it is to you. Even as I say this, the frame defines the beauty of the art, both literally and figuratively. Try to understand that people, that little line.

Chapter3: As Time Devours.

Just recently, I have been contemplating how interesting people fuss over the future of the world, mainly the future; global warming, the sun exploding, the possibility of life/and us living on other planets, the next American President. I realize, even to myself, I’m very bad at planning my writing: well because I don’t! I just write as I go along and take things I’ve written before, develop, edit, crop, and execute. But seriously, what we need to fuss over is in front of us slapping us in the fucking face, wanting to stab us for our ignorance. It’s right there, calling at us, it’s the meaning of life and I might have a clue what it’s trying to say: Look at this, look at yourselves, have you forgotten that you are truly searching for me?
You do not need to know the structure of an atom to understand it. Try losing the greatest part of yourself then you may truly understand it. Of what this is about. Perhaps then, the reason to live will probably be more or less worth fighting for. This will be the chapter talking about money; it’s basically, like the rest, a short chapter. Money was created out of many things, for many things. The history of it is mainly timeless, but I’ve always imagined a world with a currency of rocks, just rocks. How far would murder go for a pile of rubble then? But basically money has given us a lot to live, die, kill and cheat for; very smart invention and yet a very stupid one at the same time. You have to forgive me; I’m just a teenager exercising my thoughts.
You see when the world first started, we were savages, we hunted for food, and there were no laws, no gods, no sins, just plain freedom. Until some dickhead comes by and says this and that, that you can’t do this, you can’t do that. That would be religion, civilization and fear. I think it’s all very weak, it’s all too weak; us really. Those who are truly strong are people like Darwin, Nietzsche, people like that who really made sense. Apart from that, we are just savages armed with “knowledge” who created a mass dilemma for ourselves; we dug our own graves the moment we created value, the moment we created civility, the moment we created morality. We far-flung ourselves from who we truly are. We instigated deception and triangulated us into a world of stuck ups.
Think about it, if we truly wanted to be happy, why have fucking war? Why have fucking politics? Why can’t we just be who we were meant to be until we learn to find our own ground and stick to it? But it’s not like we haven’t—we have. Just that, we didn’t do it in a cohesive, sophisticated way, we just maybe, went the incorrect way; that’s why a lot of us are depressed people. Just in a happy wave of faceless melancholy. We made things too complex, too sewn up, too congested. We just took a stupid approach; ended up getting greedy to fulfill our personal pipe dreams and screwed it all up. Greed: that came from money; money came from value, and value; value is meaningless. So do you see my point?

Chapter4: What We Should Figure Out.

The education system, I’m not entirely against it, just that it also puts a value on things. You see, we grow up having dreams, having ambitions, about our parents setting goals for us. I think that education is vital, but only for the vital parts for us in whatever we want to do. Some don’t need to learn some things to get where they want to be, they have to learn it either way. Another thing is for the poor art people who want to do their art; some can’t get into arts schools because they’re not qualified academically. So the education system is such that it puts a value on our ability and degrades, belittles us into many things. I say learn what you want to learn, learn what you need to learn about what you want to learn and do what you want to do.
I may be wrong here because everyone needs a fundamental base, but you see: education can take away our capability as a human; it puts a label on us on how productive we can be, just like a price tag. This is honestly a very short, and honestly, not very much might be elaborated, so let’s just move on.

Chapter5: The Faith.

Here comes the grand chapter, the chapter that will kill me; the chapter that will revolt you. Three words: FUCK ALL RELIGION. Religion teaches and brainwashes and sets bondage over humanity. It is a fucking fairytale with morals that have truly harangued a lot of people into a big delusion. Creationism does not exist; scientists have proved that all away. “Miracles” are just fucking coincidences and chances that happen. It’s all a fucking messed up superstition. In the words of so many people who oppose the idea of religion: We Created God, Not God to Us. Even, even if there is… there is no point as to why we fucking would oblige to worship it; it has no sense in it all.
The idea of God is a single handed joke to provoke the mental weakness of the human ability to conceive. The more we believe in supernaturalism the more idiotic we become. Accuse me of blaspheme and hate me for all you want, I arrogantly flaunt my hatred towards Religion. Because it is a stupid idea to bond ourselves down as a lesser existence and we have perhaps the greatest illusion; the greatest magic trick that will never cease to amuse humanity. Who cares about being able to watch moving images on a screen when you’ve got an imagination that extends so deeply into our realities? Face it; we’ve created a shadow that drags us around humiliatingly. We have forged an invisible bridge that joins reality into fantasy.
We have created abstinence out of it as well and we should be ashamed of ourselves. In Christianity, it invisibly teaches vampirism and cannibalism through the communion, they are lead into belief that saying a few magic words into some wine and bread or biscuits will turn it into the flesh and blood of Jesus Christ. The man who was crucified 2000 years ago because he manipulated the art of Jainism and Semitism, and perhaps even parts of Islam into the diabolical fortress we today call Christianity.

That was just an example folks. Religion is the worst of all, because it not only belittles us, fools us, soul-sucks us, it also collectively gives us many problems in a lot of things. It limits our boundaries to explore and to realize.
Ending. This will be my final, concluding chapter to this mess of a book, my shotgun attempt to jot down my beliefs, my unelaborated homework.

Maybe one day, I’ll truly finish this book, maybe one day, who knows, I’ll be doing speeches based on this. Who knows, but truly, I hope you have not really had a good experience reading this “book”, this ejaculate attempt to be, I don’t know, maybe this is the start of a gospel, or perhaps it will die down. But whatever it is, please do reflect a lot on what I have written. Maybe I have contradictions but hey, anybody can be incorrect, just ask yourself if you are before asking others. So try to realize and understand that we and everything else has no value: Nothing; Nada; Zilch; Nihil.

Why? Because we put a value on everything, we choose not to lose out, we are too afraid. We are afraid of realization, of knowledge, of wisdom despite our yearning for it; but still, we are too ‘young’ for it. This is not a faith, not a religion, not some cult; it’s nothing, worthless really; but it’s more than JUST an opinion.