Protecting a Line With No Bottom
July 19, 2012 in A Short Collection Of Personal Hatreds, Advice From The Future, bullshit, Cars, Facism, Getting Things Really Wrong, life lessons, Modern Madness, Panic!, Pig Sex, Wordsmoker Publishing
“What is the value of a human life?” — a question asked by a number of moral authorities from various religions to guilt us into the necessary simpatico frequently mustered from the bowels of our better virtues, right? We are, after all, under the precepts of the human condition, and in that a sense of obligation to the betterment of mankind and the future of the same binds us to a prerogative of doing good for the sake of good— not for the sake of some other self-serving cause. Yes, we humans are a loving sort. But commonly, as it has been displayed time and time again, corporations do not regard themselves as part of this “humanity” business the rest of us appear to be in the business of and in. The virtue of “helping others” need not apply to the cause of making a profit, and why should it? As any God-fearing Wall Street cretin will tell you, you can’t get the dollar signs by helping your neighbor— and even furthering this bizarre psychology— Jesus was a capitalist and that’s about it. Making money in the name of an omnipotent being is actually why “he came down to earth in the first place.” Jesus, Yahweh, Buddha, Muhammad, the Reverend Moon, WHOEVER— are all here to show us the stain of our ways while making us rich in the process. At least Henry Ford understood this, and his gratuitous people-wagon, the Ford Escape, is yet another fine example of how one can avoid being mixed in with these other do-gooders and come out guns blazing with the Dark Lord strong at the helm. Profit margins are simply fantastic things, and God created everything, so he/she/whatever it is must have created them, too. Just like God created murder! Right? “MURDER IS GOD’S WAY OF LOVING US!” Take it for what you will. If you disagree, you are probably laden with the color pink.
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Do you remember the days of simplicity— where everyone would gather around the campfire chanting moronically and simultaneously about something peaceful, provocative, but always blindly agreeable to whatever or whoever they may have been invoking at that particular time? Of course you do. Whether your reasons were a girl you wanted to make out with behind the tents, a loving God that would come down from the heavens and reign over your dilapidated dung-mountain of a life, or a feeling of unity amongst the others mumbling words from their mouth-holes in a tragic revenge against self-appointed rationale, you are surely with the collected masses brought together for that one special moment. Perhaps, if it was a church retreat, you had a pastor who loved you more than the other girls/boys/transgendered children? Maybe he wanted to take you out for a smoke and grow you up in the “cool way” God sees the world, or maybe he just wanted to get in your sleeping bag— WHATEVER. The point is that we all want to be touched, and that feeling of togetherness under the veiled screams of pedophilia and psychological destruction are an important part of our coming of age. These moments form us into the men and women who can pass the torch down to the next generation of innocent youths. Surely, if Jerry Sandusky had put it this way, he would have never been thrown into the awful mess of embodying the ongoing stereotype of football coaches touching underage players in the showers after a long day of passing pig skin. Maybe we are all Jerry Sandusky? I sure as hell hope not, but hey… maybe??? 
Brilliant news from upper New York state, where the losingest loser in the short history of loserish Tea Party patriotism has declared himself perhaps not such a loser after all, pending the counting of actual, you know, votes.
Media coverage of the Balloon Boy incident follows in a long-standing tradition of bringing intensely personal, potentially deeply moving stories to a wide audience. In 1949, during TV’s earliest days, a little girl named Kathy Fiscus fell into a well. TV networks broadcast live-by-remote from the scene for 27 hours. The world watched with breath held and prayers recited, until heartbroken rescuers recovered her lifeless body.
Interesting week; tons of topics begging for attention.
ACORN is the most evil and nasty thing that has ever plagued society since the Third Reich. It is awful beyond any stretch of our feeble imaginations. When you invoke the term “ACORN,” a small part of Jesus dies away, as if you have taken the very thing he set out to do away from him.
Your humble scribe has repeatedly kicked the GOP in the shins over the past few months. Not just because it’s fun to finally kick ‘em when they’re down, but to check for any kind of reflexive knee-jerk reaction. And why not? Knee-jerk reactionary rhetoric was once their stock in trade, but lately seems to have lost all its potency and flavor. Now it’s a matter of checking for a pulse.
