Stabby Stabby Fucking Stabby

Yes, the title is stolen. Smarter people then I wrote it. It still conveys my feelings pretty accurately.

I remember an old issue of XFactor written during the height of Peter David's participation in comics (illustrated by a young Joe Quesada, incidentally). In it, he covers an interesting psychological interview with Quicksilver, who tried to render an analogy expressing his frustration and impatience with the human race. The character reminds the psychologist of people who take too long at the ATM, and how that frustrates everyone. He then points out, that is the world he lives in ALL THE TIME. He's dealing with people who move, think, and act a million times slower then he does.

I understand his feeling. No, I'm not smarter or better then the rest of you. I can just see how fucked up we all are, and the frustration is similar, because no one else seems to.

The sad thing is this, to be a misanthrope, one must be an optimist after a fashion. The frustration and rage come from seeing where people could go, and then where they choose to go.

Death Race 2000

So who fucking taught you people to drive, anyway? Boy, you surely do suck.

I made the commute from Phoenix to Tucson this morning. Anyone who drives I-10 in this stretch of the country can tell you that the length between those two cities is as close to hell as you are going to find. Its not too bad when you are inbetween the cities, but get to close to either one, and everything goes to hell in a handbasket.

What strikes me as funny (okay, it doesn't so much strike me as funny as drive me into a homical rage) is how you think that cutting me off is going to get you to work that much faster. This morning, everytime traffic packed up near an on-ramp, some dumb fuck, which I count as just about everyone, would end up riding the shoulder to get ONE MORE CAR LENGTH AHEAD. I guess creating serious disruptions for the other drivers and magnifying the risk we all take hurtling along like lemmings in shiny metal boxes is worth it. Somehow.

This highlights one of my great complaints about humanity. For all of our talk about community and the human race, all it takes is a minor bit of discomfort or irritation for any of us to be willing to risk serious death or injury to other humans. Freeway and highway traffic is the perfect example of this behavior. People cruise along, doing whatever they like to with no real acknowledgement or observation of how their actions and their behaviors affect those around them. How many times have we seen some fucktard driving 10 miles below the speed limit in the middle lane, completely ignorant of how they disrupt the natural flow of traffic as people coming up behind them are forced to change lanes to continue their travel? Or the useless waste of skin who gets into the left lane on the highway and just STAYS THERE, unwilling to get back into the travel lane out of the passing lane? Were these people completely dead during their driving test? The driving regulations are one of the few human designed systems that would actually work if everyone followed their precepts. However, it's driving is human behavior in microcosm. You may rarely see acts of a good nature, but generally everyone is interested in only themselves.

Fuck off and die, humanity.

Fuck off

I know I haven't posted in a while. I also know that no one really cares if I post or not. Good. Its about time it started to penetrate your stony skulls. I felt certain at least a few of you still had a brain cell or two that you could use to comprehend.

To explain my absence (mostly to myself when I look over the archives later), I simply say I was working. When your career is in IT, that speaks volumes. I love my job. It would be a great job if it weren't for all the fucking users. Why do we let people have computers? I mean really? In this day and age it is almost as dangerous as giving a toddler a loaded weapon. And before any of you NRA nutjobs start mouthing off, I'm not in favor of gun control. In fact, I giggle a little bit evy time someone shoots someone else, regardless of the rest of the story. But, like my forthcoming rant of hate against God and his fanclubs, that one will have to wait for me to give a shit again. Anyway, these people have no idea what they are doing. It's not that they are inexperienced or what not. Some of these people have used a computer for years. How do you use something for years and NOT GET ANY FUCKING BETTER AT USING IT?

Further proof that humanity is waste of perfectly good carbon.

I hope, when we finally do shuffle off the coil as a species, we make good petroleum for some other spieces down the road.

So, to all of you computer incompetents, including those with Doctorates in Engineering, Fuck Off and Die. I am tired of coming up with last minute solutions to impossible problems created by you fucking people.

Dead Babies!

So I’m in class right now.  There is nothing worse then being in class fro 8 hours.  On a Saturday.  And spending the first 3 hours taking an exam.  No exam should take 3 hours.  It’s morally wrong.

Yeah, I know I don’t give a shit about morals.  It just kind of sucks spending my day being bored out of my skull.  This master’s program is normally fairly interesting, but cramming cost accounting into 2 weeks just doesn’t fly.  There are CPA’s that make careers out of this shit.

Anyway, I was thinking about the abortion debate.  I truly do not comprehend why there is a debate.  Of course, I believe there is no Sky Bully, so it might skew my views a bit.  The continued existence of this issue as so divisive is somewhat astounding.

I’m not going to bother pounding out logical reasons for or against abortion.  There are plenty of people out there who spend their lives doing just that.  So if you came here looking for logic or structured arguments, you can just fuck right off.  You are in the wrong place.

Really, who the fuck cares about this?  If this issue motivates you, one way or the other, you have too much fucking time on your hands.  Seriously.  You should realize there is shit out there that actually matters.  Abortion does not matter one fucking iota.  The world goes on.  Society does not end.  We do not end up running with Mad Max if abortion goes on, or if it stops.  

I mean, you know my opinion.  Anything that allows for fewer screaming little mutants is a good thing.  Beyond that, fuck it.  In a world as spectacularly fucked as ours, this is WAAAAAAY down the totem pole here assholes.  Truthfully, its used more as a tool to motivate armies of bored born-again housewives who can’t seem to realize that this shit has happened since the dawn of human civilization.  Sometimes with an established medical procedure, other times with a good quick kick to the gut.  It’s not going anywhere.  Your political party won’t allow it go anywhere, either one.  The GOP certainly won’t, because then a large section of their support might actually pay attention to the rest of their platform and realize what cocks they are.  The Democrats won’t either.  It’s too good at filling the coffers to support resistance against the conservative movements.  Both camps of political representatives (no, I’m not counting Libertarians, because, well, get serious…) use the issue as a hot potato to keep people on the ball or supporting the team.  It’s like a professional sports game.  The team owners don’t care who wins, only that they make ticket sales.  

So guess what, Pro-Lifer retards and Pro-Choice zealots!  Your issue is a political football!  No one you vote for really gives a shit about RESOLVING the actual issue.  You are content to be used to keep these whores in office.

Yet another reason people suck.  Of all the things to put energy into, this is the kind of shit that fires you up and gets you moving.

That and violent video games.

Little Fucking Mutants

So now its all pretty much over.  The holidays are past, and we can face the pain and horror of the new year with...something in our hearts.  This time of the year provides us an opportunity to reflect, and to share those reflections, to share our lives with those about whom we care.  Many people will share little updates about their lives and how their kids are doing and what not.  Which brings me to the point.

No one fucking cares about your kids, except you.

If I had a nickel for every stupid fucking email filled with updates about some loathsome twat’s mutant offspring, I could buy and sell aircraft carriers for fun.  This irritates the living shit out of me.  I didn’t want to know the little shits were still alive, but people just have to fucking share.  If I want to see the next generations mindless automatons, all I need to do is open a window.  Your kids are no fucking different.  I know you like to think that they are wonderful and precious and special.  They just aren’t.  They’re stupid, just like you.  They’re completely self absorbed, just like you.  In fact, the only things that really separate adults from children are the following:

1. Children have more creative lies


2. We have better bladder control

Any other differences are cosmetic, relative, or bullshit.  Sorry folks.  Actually, I’m not sorry at all.  You should be, for having the little freaks in the first place.

Somehow, every holiday season becomes an orgy in the Cult of The Child, where everything must be about the precious little mutant lumps.  Normally I hate children.  During the holidays, I wish I was the 10th plague and we were all Egyptians.  

That guy, who adopted those kids, then kept them in cages?  He had the right idea, only he was too nice to them.  I’ve been of the opinion that kids should be kept in cages until they are 18 since one of my fellow mutants felt the need to use a claw hammer on another one of my fellow mutants over a difference of opinion on color.  It was truly driven home when an entire large group of my fellow mutants decided to try and stone another fellow mutant over the basis of a bunch of rumors that upset the power structure.  

Humans are primates, just like apes.  Apes are just more evolved, apparently.  Nowhere is this behavior more apparent then in the behavior of our children.  As much as I rail against our bad habits as adults, these habits are more pronounced and more vicious, more primal somehow, in children.  If you people are running fingernails on a chalkboard, and you are, the children are an infinite number of fingernails running across infinite numbers of chalkboards.  The sheer cruelty that these little fucking monsters generate in their quest to satisfy their id puts the greediest Robber Baron to shame.

Truly, the saddest part of that fact, is that we encourage them, we MAKE them like this.  Every parent wants to see their child do better then they did.  Most of them succeed, but not in the ways they wish.  They teach them every bad habit, every dirty trick, then get surprised and disappointed when their kids are better assholes then they are.

I guess you could say I hate bad parents, not kids.

Truthfully, I hate them both.  The parents for making them, and the kids for being.

Too bad there are 6.2 billion of them out there.

So, no real improvement

Welcome to 2006.  It’s another year, ripe with possibility to transform your life and the world through your actions.

So of course, not single one of you fucktards will bother.  It’s too easy to just keep doing the same old shit.  Nothing that even smacks of altering your perfect existence, chock full of violence, mental illness, crime, war, etc., will you consider.

That’s really the problem.  No one really wants to be inconvenienced or made uncomfortable.  People bitch at the Oil Industry for not having enough processing facilities, but refuse to let them build more because it might be nearby.  There are plenty of reasons to hate the Oil Industry, but you blame them for situations you make.  

Yes, I know that they are loath to expand processing facilities because more supply would drive down prices.  But I also know that when they try to build a new one, you people freak the fuck out because it might be nearby.

I’m not here to defend Big Business.  I just feel like pointing out the fact that people are often a root cause for their own misery.

So, welcome to the new year.  I’m sure you’ll fuck it up just like you did the last one.

Good work, assholes.

It Never Ends

Next year cannot get here soon enough. Despite all of my ranting, I am an optimist. I think that the human race can exterminate itself next year. That would make me very happy indeed, probably for the first time in my life. But until that happens, I'm stuck in the dregs of this year with the rest of you.

I'm trying to think of something witty to say here, but there really isn't anything. There are 3 days left in the year, and they will be the longest days of my life.

Until next year starts and I realize that you aren't going to spontaneously off yourselves by the billions. And 365 days of depression and rage settle in, the same as they do every year.

2006 is going to be a long year.

New Year's Eve is coming. Yay.

Well, the first part of the hated holiday season is over.  I’d thank God for that, but I really don’t believe in God.  If I did, it would only be in a capacity of hate.  As much shit as humanity has pulled, if there is a God, it’s His fault.  After all, we’re supposed to be made in his image.  So, if we are fucktards, guess who made us that way?

But that is a different rant.  I’ll save it for Easter.

Now comes the second part of the shitty holiday season, New Years Eve.  Instead of being consumerist sheep willing to stab each other in the back for the next “it” item, we get to be hedonistic drunken louts.  Lovely.  Like the world needs more inebriated idiots.  With all of the marvelous potential at humanity’s fingertips, the best way we can come up with to celebrate the beginning of the next solar cycle is to kill off massive quantities of brain cells with shitty tasting Coors beer and bad whiskey.  What an achievement, we should be proud.

I’m not against alcohol.  I’m just against you drinking it.  The last thing you people need is to get any stupider.

I hope you get lit on fire by the fireworks.

Merry Christmas! I hope you suffer!

Well, Christmas is here. Let me say, “Bah. Humbug!”

I hate Christmas. Not like, I really don’t like Christmas. I truly, deeply, and permanently loath this fucking holiday. No other single time of the year presents every single reason for the extermination of the human race so succinctly. Every singly horrible little thing humanity can do, we do it now. The supposed season of peace and love is transformed with remarkable speed into stampedes over little old ladies to get one of the last $79.00 DVD players at the local fucking Walmart. Nothing, not a single fucking thing, will prevent people from engaging in the overindulgence that accompanies every holiday season. Do you realize that retailers lose money all year round, banking on making a profit for the year over a 4 week season? Does it dawn on you how easily you are manipulated into cheerfully participating? Over the preceding weeks I’ve watched as humanity’s true nature has popped to the forefront in a vulgar orgy of consumerism. No one gives a flying fornication at an undulating pastry for peace or love. They just don’t want to feel guilty about not buying shit. Or they want to feel superior about outspending someone. We cut each other off in traffic, hinder others journeys to important places, just so we can get to the mall or the fucking Best Buy a few minutes sooner. Because we all know the fucking world is going to end if you don’t pick up that HD TV while its on sale. This isn't a rant against consumerism. Consumerism wouldn't exist if we weren't so eager to do it in the first place. Its not the shopping, its not the marketing. It's us. They just give us what we ask for. Fucking reprehensible. If you want to see what humanity is like, I mean really, go watch shoppers at Christmas time. That’s what we are folks. Hate to break it to you, but that’s it. You are a greedy, self-indulgent twat (regardless of gender) and your offspring are mal-adjusted little mutants.

I hope your Christmas presents catch fire and you all get burned horrible, but you live.

Maybe you can buy your way out of that, fuckers.

Smoking

I used to smoke.  I quit, but not because I really wanted to live longer.  It was impeding other things in my life that mattered more, so I discarded it.  Not saying it was easy, because it wasn’t.  But I’m not a smoker anymore.

However, I do understand why people smoke.  Every time I hear someone go on a rant about smoking, I’m reminded of Bill Hicks.

He once said, “If smoking bothers you, then I suggest you take a look at the world we live in, and shut the fuck up.”

That about covers it.

Third Post

So….this is pretty addictive.  Three posts in one day.  I must have too much free time on my hands.  Why do I always feel busy then?

Anyway, people often try to tell me that love is the most powerful motivator, ever.  They point out what a mother will do to protect their child, how someone will win their one true love, etc., etc.  These people watch too many Lifetime Movies of the Week.  They are sadly deluded.  Either that, or they though John Lennon was serious.  I guess they haven’t understood the joke yet.

Hate is far more powerful.  We try to say the opposite, to disguise our true nature from ourselves, but history laughs at our foolishness.  Hate has changed the world far more then love ever has, or ever will.  Hate has accomplished more in just this century.  People will do things out of hate that defy description.  Many of our technological developments began as ways of inflicting pain and damage to our hated competitors.  Humanity is a tool using animal.  The first tool we used was a club to beat our food or our rival to death.  Our survival and success as a species depends on our aggressive capacity for hate.  Well, it used to depend on such things.  These days, its primarily momentum that keeps us going  

Regardless, hate changes the world.  Love does not.  Hate disguises itself as love, just ask the Christians.  Yes, I am singling them out.  Yes, I don’t agree with their views.  Yes, I resent the constant attempts to legislate the way everyone behaves.  The point remains that for all of their incessant chatter about the “love of Jesus Christ”, they really could give a rat’s ass about it.  They don’t “love the sinner, hate the sin”.  They hate the sinner and everyone else that does not do things the way they want.  Rather than be direct in their hate, they use passive-aggressive “conversion” and “witnessing” techniques to make others feel guilty about why Christians hate them.  

Here is a perfect example:

Many years ago, a good friend of mine would spend some of his quality time wandering around downtown Tucson.  Once a month, Tucson held a festival of sorts called Downtown Saturday Night.  These events would bring out many of the alternative lifestyles around, punks, Goths, skinheads, mods, you name it.  Therefore, it also brought out a corresponding number of street preachers, out to “save” the assorted freaks.  My friend certainly fit the part: tall, skinny, dressed primarily in black, and looked like death warmed over.  As an intellectual exercise, he would often converse with these street preachers.  As he says, “I believe in God, I just hate his fucking fan club”.  One young street preacher engaged him in conversation, particularly on the topic of pre-marital sex.  This person took the approach of comparing sexual encounters to the purchase of a gift.  The story went something like this:

Suppose you start seeing someone.  You truly care about this person, and you want to express that emotion, so you buy them a lovely heart shaped locket.  Unfortunately, things don’t work out, and you part company.  You begin seeing someone else, and find yourself in the same position.  You purchase an identical locket for your new romantic interest.  Once again, however, you break up.  You start seeing a third person, and find yourself in the same position, and buy them the same locket.  At this point, the gift is no longer special or unique.

My friend countered that each sexual encounter he had was different, because the people were different, that it was always special and unique.  The street preacher then switched tactics.  He made the comparison to purchasing something versus getting it for free.

That’s right.

He compared people, and sex, to merchandise.  

People he claimed to “love” were analogous to getting a slurpee at 7-11 or a new TV.  

It’s not that he loved people, and he wanted to see them happy, it’s that they were doing something of which he disapproved, and he wanted them to stop.  He would resort to any verbal or logical trickery to convince these people.  

You don’t lie to people you love.  Or, at least, you aren’t supposed to.  But it was okay to him, just to make them behave.  It wasn’t love, but hate and a desire for obedience that drove him.

Hate has allowed me to do incredible things.  Anytime I think that I can’t go on, I push myself one step further because of my hate.  I refuse to let go, and give up, or give in.  I graduated from college on the strength of my hate.  I’ve gotten my belts in Martial Arts on the back of my hate.  I’ve achieved what is conventionally defined as success by hatred.

All love ever made anyone do is act like an idiot.

That, and sell a ton of flowers.

Second Post

So let's get this party started, shall we?

I read. A lot. I read a lot of news, a lot of history, and a lot of fiction. The fiction is mostly to allow me to escape the world I share with 6.2 billion morons. The news is to remind myself of the world I share with 6.2 billion morons. The history is to teach myself why there are 6.2 billion morons, and why the human race needs to let the cockroaches take over. A friend of mine (yes, I do have those) says I suffer from information overload. She insists that I pay too much attention to the world and it skews my view of everything. There may be some merit to that, but the fact that there is so much to pay attention to, and that it's primarily negative makes an interesting counting point. I don't think that I pay too much attention, I think everyone else pays to little. People are willfully ignorant. They like being ignorant, and they like being stupid. They like behaving badly, and they like being worthless. There are no excuses for humanity's current state. If it truly mattered to us, or if it were truly important, we wouldn't be here.

And where are we? Destroying ourselves in the most painful ways possible. Through our ignorance and apathy, we will destroy anything decent we ever created. Because humans are scum. We haven't always been scum, but we are now. And that fact is pretty much irreversible. And so we deserve the hell we've made.

Keep in mind that I'm not discounting myself from that. When I say that humanity needs to disappear, I include myself amongst that number. People are universally scum, myself included.

And you too.

First Post

Finally! I can get the first post in without tons of stupid followup comments or some filter messing with it!

I know I'm supposed to say something profound. I'm not good with profound. I started this mostly to jump on the blogging bandwagon and vent my hate for humanity into the public forum continuously. That's it, nothing more to it.

Welcome to my insanity. I hope you don't like it here, and go away soon.