“When you’re young, you look at television and think - There’s a conspiracy. The networks have conspired to dumb us down. But when you get a little older, you realize that’s not true. The networks are in business to give people exactly what they want. That’s a far more depressing thought.”—
I’m a libertarian because I’m white, male and I hate minorities and the poor.
I’m a libertarian because my parents won’t let me stay out after 10pm.
I’m a libertarian because I like drugs, don’t care about minorities and hate sharing.
I’m not actually libertarian… i just like getting thoughts from everyone. I follow feminists, liberals, even a damned near-neocon.
All the same, really. As soon as any one political group thinks itself as wholly perfect, it is flawed.
I think i need to start my own political party and economic system.
MAN that would be fun…
Actually i’d rather say fuck the economy and just focus every ounce of my energy on education reform… actually, fuck reform, it’s in bad enough shape to call for the ReLovution.
But i will say i’m at least partly libertarian because no on is either 100% wrong or 100% right, and that me wanting to sip on beers with Ron Paul is about as close as i come to “supporting” a polytick.
And for comparison purposes, i would not sip on beers with Romney, Perry, Bachmann, Cheney, Bush, Kerry, Clinton, Palin or Al Gore.
“The fish trap exists because of the fish. Once you’ve gotten the fish you can forget the trap. The rabbit snare exists because of the rabbit. Once you’ve gotten the rabbit, you can forget the snare. Words exist because of meaning. Once you’ve gotten the meaning, you can forget the words. Where can I find a man who has forgotten words so I can talk with him?”—
if you say you dont believe in god becuase of bad things in the world then i automatically think youre stupid sorry
i dont believe in god because as desperate as i am to find meaning in this life it’s not logical to believe in an elaborate folk tale based on other elaborate folk tales created to help humans survive and live in shitty conditions that would otherwise have been unbearable
I don’t believe in god because science
People have wayyyyyyyy too much white mad god influence in their lives. I see why—the propaganda was born millenniums before your time. But i don’t know why everyone has this image of god as something that is supposed to be “Infinite” and “Omnipotent.”
God = not a white guy. It’s Energy. Conscious Energy. You can tap into it if you know how from what I’ve found… (no, that’s not implying i’ve discovered anything at all, just that reality is a lot stranger than i can even imagine).
God doesn’t make life bearable and God can neither be proved nor disproved by science until science can tell us the origin of Something, which it cannot. It can say “Big Bang” all it wants, but until they tell me where the first atom came from that led to the Big Bang, i’m not convinced of anything but mankind’s ignorance.
work is going to be drastically reduced from here on out.
i hate it when politicians and attorneys think they know about marijuana, when in reality, they actually don’t.
And then they fight to have the dispensaries shut down, thus i don’t work and people with cancer can’t get their meds (a guy came in a week and a half ago. he has 6 months to live. marijuana increases his appetite (fuck you attorney general bill schlutte (you mother fucking lying jackal scumbag fuck))).
“You have so many men, and women, making assumptions based on your movies about what normal or hot sex looks like. What does it feel like to be influencing the way that people have sex? That’s way more responsibility than I want. We do stuff for the camera, we are having sex for the people at home, so not necessarily everything that we do feels good. I once did a magazine interview where they asked me for tips on how to have sex like a porn star and one of my biggest pieces of advice was, don’t.”—James Deen (A male porn star speaks - Salon.com via sexualassumptions)
Listening to the Graduation album and Kanye West is the best rapper alive sorry but it’s the truth and if you try to say Lil Wayne is the best I will come to your house and cut your ears off and put them in the garbage disposal where they belong.
I’m going to go with 2pac, Eminem (prior to the shit he came up with that had Lil Wayne, who is also not the best rapper ever), Aesop Rock, Immortal Technique, KRS-One…
Hmmm… which other rappers are better than Kanye West…
Whether you like Ron Paul or not, Stewart has a voice like none of the other Talking Heads on my tv.
Not that i even have basic cable… which is nice.
Ron Paul came in second in last weekend’s Iowa straw poll, finishing less than 200 votes behind Michele Bachmann. Why is the longtime Texas congressman, an early champion of many of the ideas that are so popular with Tea Partiers at the moment, not considered a serious contender for the 2012…
“In the world I see - you are stalking elk through the damp canyon forests around the ruins of Rockefeller Center. You’ll wear leather clothes that will last you the rest of your life. You’ll climb the wrist-thick kudzu vines that wrap the Sears Tower. And when you look down, you’ll see tiny figures pounding corn, laying strips of venison on the empty car pool lane of some abandoned superhighway.”—Tyler… man, i want that day to come right effin’ now.
*Michael's literary critique of yet another anorexia post*: Dear ___ So, you want to be skinny? I don’t blame you. You’re the fattest human being I’ve ever seen. I honestly don’t know why you let yourself live. I have a lot of work to do, so you’d better listen up and follow every single instruction I give you. Food makes you fat. Calories are your natural enemy. Think you’re hungry? Think again. You want to put something in that tummy of yours? Not while I’m here. Eating is for people with no self-control. You’re better than that, I hope. What defines us as people? Will power. Show some. Put down that fork. Do you really need to eat dinner? You can pass on breakfast and lunch, too. Look in the mirror. What do you see? Fat. It’s everywhere, spreading over your body like a disease. Why on earth would you need food when you have so much of it under your skin? Gluttony is as much a sin as it is repulsive. Let’s not embarrass ourselves. You know your friends and family? Forget about them. They will only try and stop us. They will get in our way and become the obstacles you fight to overcome, the distractions that hinder our progress. School and work aren’t important. Sure, you can spend hours studying if it’ll keep your mind off food. Are these the things that define us? No, we are defined by how thin we are. What people see when they look at us. What is the use having perfect grades and a perfect career if you don’t have a perfect body to match? Start being productive. Do something with your life. Read books about me, make a scrapbook about me, listen to music about me, look at pictures of skinny girls who love me. That can be you. You can be the girl who is tiny, who is worth writing a book about, worth being in pictures. Weigh yourself every morning and every night. Weigh yourself before you eat. Weigh yourself after you eat. Calculate your BMI everyday. You need to be in the category “< 18.5.” You need to be underweight. When you pass a mirror, check it. Stare into it. Frown at the saddlebags and love handles. Smile at the bones poking through your skin. We are almost there. You are not vain, you are insecure. Get it right. Chew gum until your jaw hurts. Drink water until you’re full. Do sit-ups until you can’t breathe. Starve until your vision blurs and your knees buckle, and then continue to starve. These are my commandments. These are the rules of the game. They mustn’t be broken. What if I eat, you ask? You take that obese and bulging body of yours to the bathroom and stick your fat finger down your fat fucking throat. We don’t eat. I’m your best friend. You need to know this. I will always be here, no matter what. We will fight, but you will always come back to me. Always apologize. And I will take you back every single time, because you are so pathetic I cannot turn away. I will never leave you, and you can never leave me. I’m the voice in your head. I’m the one who praises, and the one who punishes. When you are too small for your clothes, I love you. And when you put on a pound, I can’t look at you. Still, we are best friends. I am all you need. You wont be able to sleep. Fortunately, that gives you more time to work out. It gives us more time to bond. It’ll be hard at first, but you’ll get used to it. This isn’t going to be easy, but it’s a necessity. And lastly, remember that it is never enough. You are never good enough, never pretty enough, never miserable enough, never tired enough, never thin enough. Keep these things in mind. Follow my rules, and you’ll be fine. You’ll be skinny and gorgeous. Everybody will be jealous. You will be happy. You will be untouchable. You will be the spitting image of perfection. I am very glad you accepted me into your life. I look forward to spending every waking moment with you. Pretty soon, there won’t be a ‘you’ and a ‘me’ anymore. There will be nothing but ‘us,’ and isn’t that all you really wanted? You wanted to be skinny. Yours truly, Ana
I’m pretty sure that it was me who actually i wrote that because to me, doing exactly what the magazines at the checkout lines at 7-11 is what matters in life. Obs.
But seriously. On a serious note. Naive, little girl.
There is a lot of potential in your mind. I could tell from how direct you were with yourself—it shows that you know what your voice sounds like and you can listen to her speak…
And now here comes the inner critic.
"Are these the things that define us? No, we are defined by how thin we are. What people see when they look at us.”
^To this, i’m going to bring up case number 1234986, Tyler Durden vs. The Bullshit.
You’re not your job. You’re not how much money you have in the bank. You’re not the car you drive. You’re not the contents of your wallet. You’re not your fucking khakis. You’re the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.
Good! Now that we’ve established what you and i are (which is the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world), we can move on to
"What is the use having perfect grades and a perfect career if you don’t have a perfect body to match?
^OK, i’m actually with you on the first-half of this sentence. What is the point of perfect grades and perfect careers? ”Perfect.” Meh. Personally, i’d rather be broke and traveling the damned world, meeting random people at pubs, attempting to throw the world into a steady panic of peaceful resistance. But perfect body? Dear GOD, child. What has this culture done to you?
Start being productive. Do something with your life. Read books about me, make a scrapbook about me, listen to music about me, look at pictures of skinny girls who love me. That can be you. You can be the girl who is tiny, who is worth writing a book about, worth being in pictures.
^Rightio! Quite the plan you got there, killer. But would you be able to live with the world as it is right now? Like… as long as your skinny, it doesn’t matter that others are suffering with your former “disease”?
Seriously. Think about THAT for a second. You’re skinny. The rest of the girls now live like you used to. They look up to your skinniness they’re willing to contemplate suicide over the fact that they will never be you.
^Have fun with that. You’re going to die. You are, as Pink Floyd once said, “one day closer to death.”
You’re going to get old as shit, wrinkly as fuck, and so is every single other 6.7 billion people you know/don’t know. Then we are all going to die. Then your legacy will be… forgotten and lost in history. Like 97% of the actors we’ve submerged ourselves in.
I think the one thing these kids don’t realize is that weight is perception. Certain groups in Africa find that being skinny is embarrassing. A few years ago in Italy, fatness was a sign of prosperity and heath.
OK, i think that about wraps up my critique. Remember to question reality, and realize that the only reason you think that skinniness is as important as you believe it to be is because the televizion and loyal subjects of the televizion make a big deal out of… relatively nothing.
If everyone hated fat people, it might be different. But some of us think that the only disease worse than that of the body is that of the mind… and damn, little girl, if that ain’t the case.
Right then. I’m sure there was a lot of confusion over what, exactly, this post was about—i can assure you that it doesn’t even exist.
Also; as a last conclusion i would just like to suggest you sheck dis shit out, yo.
It sort of tells you about the foods that are actually causing obesity (for example, monosodium glutamate) that aren’t taken down from the shelves because—of course—the additives are addictive in nature, and thus make more money.
Get out of The Matrix, kid. It’s a damned illusion. It makes you think things that aren’t actually real. Not healthy for the brain, i can assure thee. Culture isn’t as obsessed with this skinny bullshit as you believe… nor tan girls.
Please remember to question your existence in the future—i hate to sound cliche and lame by saying, “Hey, there are 21,000+ people dying every day from starvation and preventable disease…” but frankly, there are 21,000+ people dying every single day from starvation and preventable disease, and your weight is some small damned potatoes compared to it, or…. well, frankly anything else in life.
I say we start a NEW movement, my children. I can’t afford (insert materialistic possession here—in my case, a Corvette) so i’m going to start protesting the unequal income gap within the the world so that i can afford it after the revolution comes.
Any ideas for what we should call our disease?
The Things I Owned Ended Up Owning Me Party.
Something along those lines, just not as wordy and not as Fight Club-y. Go for simplicity.
It’s all the same in the end. Britney Spears? Madonna? Kesha? These confused bastards are going to be as unimportant as skinniness one day. Their legacy burnt out early in life, talked about by political pundits on CNN and on occasion, a person who feels nostalgia for old movies and long-forgotten pop artists will come to your grave and put a flower on top of the headstone. The books they wrote in your honor will be collectors items for the future hoarders this generation is going to produce, sold at around $20 for near-mint condition. You’ll die happy but your Soul won’t rest until you come around for round XXXXXX here on Earth. And then perhaps one day, even further into the future, someone will analyze this generation and your writing skills (which you do have) will be analyzed by people studying at universities and someone will see what you went through and how crazy it was back in the day.
This woman in the stories wasn’t an idiot, she’ll think to herself. She had a voice and it was clear and she knew exactly how to focus her mind on the things she wanted in life. But she used it for wrong things.
The woman who writes her essay on your life will go on to win a new, unnamed prize in historical anthropology.
So you can do great things with insanity! Go for the fuckin’ gold!
Sorry. Kidding. I’m on crack. But fo reel, i’m not, and you need to put down the pipe. Learn how to celebrate getting old without botox and hair dyes. I really don’t think that school and perfect grades are as important as society makes them out to be (of course they’re important to some extent) but the true power stays within self-knowledge. Know who you are and you’ll shine brighter than the skinniest, most coked-out Lindsey Lohan/Whichever Olson Twin/Amy Winehouse/etc anywhere in the world.
yes, i've heard of rik clay.I dont mind a NWO, but i think i have to take the term out of context here. But well, i doubt the NWO will be established without any form of figurehead with ties to as you put "corporate jackals" my attitude now is just fight whatever i can fight. I hope i make some sense here.
Ya the figure head will be an asshole. That’s all i know. Unless i know it’s asshole Prince W1111am. Which i don’t. He just seems like a good candidate and they have a lot of hidden power.
And of course you made sense.
Feel free to un-anon yourself at any time—you seem like a cool cat.