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It's almost as if I have to slight myself beforehand- knowing that any female I encounter is going to attack me with an onslaught of preconceived... nevermind... Girls, you just suck. I keep reminding myself- even when I am at the bottom of my barrel.. when the whole world seems like it's against me.. I can at least take some consolation in the fact that I wasn't born female!
You haven't contributed anything to human civilization... you keep bickering about how men just want to get drunk and have fantastic dreams, while it is your asses that are in the kitchen solving the day to day practical matters...
Well fuck you, bitches! Were it not for us you wouldn't even have a fucking kitchen! It's the dreams that keep human civilization alive, that give it its justification!
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Excuse me, but I'd like for you to explain to me why you consider this "ridiclious crap". I stand behind every single word I said in that post. Part of having a forum is the allowance of divergent opinions, and I truly believe that Mr. Helpless benefited from my commentary.
I would consider it a token of honor if you were to allow this debate into the public forum, so that people other than yourself can comment.
If you are so rigid in your opinion as to deny me that freedom, then I will voice my opinion to the other mods here.
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You have been warned for one of your posts, which violated "" Rules. The reason you have been warned is because:
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I probably shouldn't have posted it as it most likely seems like a "cry for help", so if you can delete this thread please do so...
Yeah, that's what bothers me about these threads. I respect you for admitting this, and I condemn all those who obediently step into line as though they were your puppets. It's like it's not even about suicide; it's about boo-hoo pity me fellas, the world is hell and that's all I see but at least I'm guaranteed a cascade of pity by simply starting a thread here! Yep, an outpouring of emotion- the digital equivalent of stabbing someone just to see their blood spurt out. That betrays to me simply alienation- how desensitized you've chosen to make your life. Why should others pick up the slack of your apathy? Why should a coward deserve anyone's sympathy- or even attention for that matter? What have you offered to society other than your bitterness and fear? You know what? People like you convince me that the divine forces of natural selection are actually doing their job. Hooray for that Godly natural force that weeds out the weak and self-loathing! Oh- and remember to point the gun towards the back of the brain.
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Don't post ridiculous crap in "", please.
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I wouldn't bother were it not for JEB's crusade to redeem Blacks with his silly wikipedia entries of exceptions to the norm. Every thesis needs its antithesis, no?
-plum
Truth is, plum, I almost didn't reply. Although your comments regarding my intentions were miles off-the-mark, they had no bearing on my reluctance. Rather, you strike me as one of the most consistently unhappy individuals to ever write on these pages. I simply have no desire to splash around in your (or anyone else's, for that matter) unhappiness.
That said, this is the internet. I am well aware of the possibility that, in your "real life", you may very well be at least a reasonably happy person; that "plum" is merely a persona you've chosen to adopt and play out because, for whatever reason(s), doing so amuses you. If that's the case, so be it.
-JEB Stuart
I don't know why you would assume that about either me or my online fruit. We never had an outwardly cheerful manner, but few assume people like this to be chronically depressed; rather that they seek deeper joys in life than may be readily observant to others.
-plum
"The meaning of our cheerfulness. The greatest recent event—that "God is dead," that the belief in the Christian God has become unbelievable—is already beginning to cast its first shadows over Europe. For the few at least, whose eyes—the suspicion in whose eyes is strong and subtle enough for this spectacle, some suns seem to have set and some ancient and profound trust has been turned into doubt; to them our old world must appear daily more like evening, more mistrustful, stranger, "older." But in the main one may say: the event itself is far too great, too distant, too remote from the multitude's capacity for comprehension even for the tidings of it to be thought of as having arrived as yet. Much less may one suppose that many people know as yet what this event really means—and how much must collapse now that this faith has been undermined because it was built upon this faith, propped up by it, grown into it; for example, the whole of our European morality. This long plenitude and sequence of breakdown, destruction, ruin, and cataclysm that is now impending—who could guess enough of it today to be compelled to play the teacher and advance proclaimer of this monstrous logic of terror, the prophet of a gloom and an eclipse of the sun whose like has probably never yet occurred on earth?
Even we born guessers of riddles who are, as it were, waiting on the mountains, posted between today and tomorrow, stretched in the contradictions between today and tomorrow, we firstlings and premature births of the coming century, to whom the shadows that must soon envelop Europe really should have appeared by now—why is it that even we look forward to the approaching gloom without any real sense of involvement and above all without any worry or fear for ourselves? Are we perhaps still too much under the impression of the initial consequences of this event—and these initial consequences, the consequences for ourselves, are quite the opposite of what one might perhaps expect: They are not at all sad and gloomy but rather like a new and scarcely describable kind of light, relief, exhiliration, encouragement, dawn.
Indeed, we philosophers and "free spirits" feel, when we hear the news that the "old god is dead," as if a new dawn shone on us; our heart overflows with gratitude, amazement, premonitions, expectation. At long last the horizon appears free to us again, even if it should not be bright; at long last our ships may venture out again, venture out to face any danger; all the daring of the lover of knowledge is permitted again; the sea, our sea, lies open again; perhaps there has never yet been such an "open sea."—
-Nietzsche, The Gay Science
"The people who speak positively...it's mostly about technology...science is doing this, medicine is doing that...the negative is usually social...the way people are behaving."
-Stephen Euin Cobb
"We're going to be barbarians in a graveyard technological wonder."
-Neal Barrett Jr
"courage is a mental skill, not an emotional one. Neurologically it means using the thinking neocortex part of your brain to override the emotional limbic impulses. In other words, you use your human intelligence, logic, and independent will to overcome the limitations you've inherited as an emotional mammal."
-Steve Pavlina, The Courage to Live Consciously
“I believed a person could consider himself a human being as long as he felt totally prepared to kill himself, to interfere in his own biography. It was this awareness that provided the will to live. I checked myself— frequently— and felt I had the strength to die, and thus remained alive.”
-Shalamov, The Life of the Engineer Kipreev
"The sky above the porch was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel."
William Gibson, Neuromancer
My happiness is trans-ideological, trans-linguistic, and even trans-nihilistic. It is the wave that hits you from miles away in the desert- that wave that makes meaningless any language or ideology that anyone tries to thow at it.
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Youth goes by so quickly. Old age creeps up on you with omipotent force. After death there is absolutely nothing. Your body and your mind hate the soothing escape of drugs, and let you know it. They love food that tastes awful, and painful exercise. Any discipline you pursue presents you with murderous competition, no matter how good you are.
Despite all this, is it even preferable that this miraculous, sadistic undercurrent to life be anything other than what it is? There was an infinitesmally small chance that you would even be born, yet somehow you beat those overwhelming odds. There is sublimity deep within the insanity and misery, making it all well worth it.
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We go deeper than plunderers. Plunderers, yes, to be on top of the food chain, but all that concentrated energy-power can also be used as a means to enriching our mental picture of the universe. We are creators, and the subject of our creation is our lives. Our lives are the stories of our fantasies. The greatest human stories are explorations, not wars. That which is discovered doesn't empower; it provides self-knowledge- the fish jumps out of the water and sees the air, and realizes that it is a "fish"
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It's not absolutely imperative that we produce a generation of stressed out power hungry lunatics to lead an even more wasteful lifestyle and an even longer trail of destruction in the wake of their lives, or that our generation suck every last drop of fresh water and clean air from the face of the earth.
Those are the corporate Gods speaking in your ear, sucking the life out of you; the very concept of the preciousness of your life.
I believe in progress, but of the qualitative kind. What we have now is a progression of superflous bodies, not intellect.
Hordes upon hordes of bodies, each new crop more narcissistic and destructive than the last; a rising tsunami wave of human destruction...
Was this supposed to be fun?
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Freelance investors who work for themselves are professionals who deserve respect. Some people think it undignified because they instinctively apply to it the morals they've been conditioned with- ones that generally aren't followed by the esoteric international elite who preach them.
The energy input of the planet can be financially quantified because it is processed and used at a relatively constant rate. This is finite power that comes from outside any one man- from the sun- far away from humanity. Who deserves to have this power, and how much? Who gets to decide this? There are no global universal laws that everyone can agree on, so on this level moral and ethical considerations become irrelevant. Does this mean it's nihilistic? Not necessarily, since it is firmly tied to the premise that the world's energy is both sacred and finite. Similar to farmers living off their own food, an anarchist shouldn't feel immoral for tapping the well of the global military-industrial complex. We are modern, transnational farmers.
Less constrained by national and economic boundaries, anarcho-capitalism and libertarianism are much more egalitarian, assuming there's enough people who want equality and freedom, who are willing to fight for it without resorting to any narrowminded group or organization. It aspires to the belief that one should be free to determine himself what he does with his time, who he works for or with, and the nature of the state under which he lives.
That said, am I an immoral man? Yes, but not because I'm a Libertarian.
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<i>As a result of the acidosis, the person will begin to hyperventilate in an attempt to inspire more oxygen. The baroreceptors in the arteries detect the resulting hypotension, and cause the release of adrenaline and noradrenaline. These cause widespread vasoconstriction resulting in an increase in not only blood pressure but heart rate. Also, these hormones cause the vasoconstriction of the kidneys, gastrointestinal tract, and other organs to divert blood to the heart, lungs and brain.</i>
Her entire body had begun to quiver uncontrollably. Whether it was extreme shyness or fear I didn't know or care, since my drunken mind was hellbent on pushing the fantastic awkwardness over the cliff into deep unexplored realms of reality.
I unleashed my member and thrust it into the core of the negroe flesh. This provoked the first in a series of excruciating shrieks which would only grow louder and more invigorating. Before long they had penetrated my soul, igniting a jolt of passion deep in my bones that burst into a fountain of ecstacy, flooding my veins and muscle fibres until I had become the monster I had longed to be.
<i>you'll learn to beg better than that, bitch! You will beg for your life from your new master. You will beg me for each second of life!</i>
I soaked in the chaos of this dark journey while my stallion gently retreated from the hellish plain, its head bowed down in deep reflection of the unique experience, and the corpse slumped onto the bathroom floor.
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