Sick of Circus Monkeys

 

Okay, peeps. I'm not ready after all to use a cut throat razor. It's so much easier and quicker to resort to a two-blade disposable as I've done for 40 years.

The brown rice I cooked up to use for makgeolli isn't dry and cold yet. It's sitting in the unplugged rice cooker trying my patience. I could spread it out over a flat surface like a cookie sheet so it'll dry faster, or I could let it sit there to fester and maybe grow mold. Rice mold after all is what that nuruk stuff is. But then perhaps whatever wild molds float around the south side of Lexington, Kentucky might not be the kind you'd want for this, so when I get up again I will get the cookie sheet and do the right thing. Sometimes I do that. QED.

Speaking of which, yes, I know, I'm a horrible evil person. Supergeniuses often are. You should be taking that in stride by now. What else could you expect of me, who cares more for what makes sense than what people think. As usual in a conflict zone there are a lot of bloodthirsty morons, on both sides. Both sides. And those who agree with them, either of them, are just plain wrong. When one applies Reason to it, when one things and sees clearly instead of reacting in a sentimental blur, one sees that Paul was right: "For none are righteous. No, not one." It is impossible for either side to collude in the slaughter of innocence and be morally correct. War is about winning, and martyrdom needs dying, and in neither case can either side be doing what is best.

What's happening there is obvious: a whole lot of people are killing and dying over a tiny scrap of land that they just won't try to share. As the Noble Savage says, how can you own the Earth? When will they ever learn?

Dividing up the planet with borders and by treaties is not the proper course; dividing up our species into nations and races is not what we should do. Put down your guns, put down your signs, let's all hold hands and sing. Kumbayah will do, we all can learn the words. Put on those thinking caps, you people. Try out a bit of Reason.

If you won't do then for the sake of fucks pipe down and watch The Game. You're all to childish to be serious, you make the world a joke. Not a practical one either, unless you're making money at it. If you won't be sensible then sit down and eat your popcorn.

But you won't will you. You don't even want to try. Contention takes your minds off the bills you cannot pay, it blinds you to your future, it keeps the Bosses strong. That what they want you know. For you will not learn that "our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark realm." While we're fighting other the rich landlords are surely laughing until they piss their pants.

But I'm wasting my time here, as I always am. You'll never learn, oh no, you don't even want to try. So I wish for specific cleansing, the eradication of our genus. Because nobody's right, and everybody's wrong. Immanentize the eschaton already, get it over with. Take arms against a sea of troubles, in crowds or by yourselves. Turn the Earth into a living hell until we live no more.

Or you could take yourself out, quietly and calmly. Find a roof to dive headfirst from, kick the chair from under you. When a species is too stupid to continue there's nothing else to do.

Make sense or die. I'm sick of circus monkeys.