Sure, the mechanism works to regulate the free market; consumers research products, services, and prices to find the best deal. The companies that charge too much lose business, etc. Natural competition. Nice and clean and free.
But now tally up all the time spent by consumers since the dawn of mechantilism researching all this shit. Now, what if the economy was such that there had to be no such research. What you needed was right there. Didn’t have to worry about there being one cheaper somewhere and spend hours looking for it.
Have we as a species wasted enough time smart shopping to finally step back and look at how dastardly complicated we have allowed things to get?
I didn’t read everything after you said she was driving herself to an appointment. What …you don’t help drive her anymore? Sounds like progress to me … probably so she doesn’t have to hear your mouth.
Hell, if I were her, as soon as you were in the car after dropping off your truck, we’d go on a nice little road trip and I’d drop your ass off out in the middle of nowhere.
…you’ll be learning how to talk like man versus wild in no time.
Nah no way can i walk it. It’s 2.6 miles, and i got one of those horrible kinks in my neck… the one where you can’t turn your head or hardly move it without being stabbed in the back of the neck. Woke up this morning with it. I’ll have it tomorrow when i take the car in… so no way can i walk it.
Gotta get a cab. What’s two and a half miles cab fare? Like fifteen bucks? Thirty bucks instead of having to walk it twice.
Oh yeah, you have no idea. This piece of human trash wouldn’t hold a door for you if she could get away without doing it.
I’m constantly wiping down handles. Frig handles, microwave handles, faucet handles. You’ll go to grab a handle, and there’ll be a chunk of food or who knows what the fuck it is dried up and stuck to the back of the handle. I make a conscientious effort not to touch anything she touches. I even duck aside and hold my breath when she passes. You think I’m kidding.
Every day for the last eight years, i have done this.
I know, right? I should be grateful that I’m allowed to be rejected by renters who have been told by the State, which charged me with crimes I didn’t commit, that I’m a violent child molester.
What I’d like to do but don’t think would work is go on the lam and send a notice to the federal government stating that for every day that passes that i do not see the SORNA act repealed, a law enforcment officer dies. Every day… and you have no idea where it will be.
Now I’d obviously have to sign the corpse so the gov knows it’s mine. I was thinking clown masks. I could put a clown mask on the guy and prop em up or something creative.
What would be so cool is if after several of em get popped, a bunch of the others start resigning because they don’t wanna be next.
And see, before the games ever began, I’d have a veritable address book of cops. Know where they live, what hours they keep, how many times they brush their fuckin teeth.
What will the governor say on national TV when he’s asked why, after receiving my email years ago, he didn’t expunge my record… and now cops are dropping off like flies everywhere. What will be his excuse? Hell you could prolly even send em this post and the dumb sonofabitch would still be like durrr.
To be a thing so severe that whole worldviews collapse into meaningless around you. Like I’ll watch these days long arguments about the legitimacy of the U.S. and its benevolent intentions in the Middle East (on and on and on), and I’m totally bamboozled by what I’m seeing. I feel like bro in Zarathustra with the lamp at the market. A man has been wrongfully charged (not accidentally, not by mistake but really with good intent) by the U.S. government, and his life is destroyed by what is a modern-day equivalent of the Gestapo… and these clowns are actually ROOTING for this country.
What’s supposed to happen is everything immediately stops, the nation regroups, and sets directly to either civil disobedience or criminal anarchy.
Here’s why all this is so significant. If you DON’T do this, much of what you think is legitimate in your worldview no longer is. For instance, if one says, “Hey, it’s not my problem,” something fundamental about the notion of equality before the law, rights, and moral obligation is utterly changed. And you may not even know it. You may carry on forever without realizing your philosophy just collapsed because this bastard happened. Your truths are less substantial than his… do less than his, mean less than his.
This is the Jesus complex, more or less. When a sufferer expects everyone to rally around him in the name of justice. And let me tell you it’s a bitch… because when you know, you know. You feel like your shit is on a cosmic level joint. You know everything just changed because of what just happened to you. Like temples shakin’ 'n shit. Earthquakes. These folks have no idea what just happened nor of the coming storm. See shit like this is what makes you feel like a messiah. When you are unmatched in the punishment rendered to you by god. You start to feel immortal, mates.
What it is is that we live in our little bubbles. Go to kaotic.com and snoop around. Then update your philosophy. I betchu you are wrong about a great deal of subjects but just haven’t been hit right yet.
And my goodness… there are so many other equally horrible or more horrible than my own stories pointing in the very same direction: at this fucking country.
You know what’s great about the rugged individualism in the west? The second some shit happens to you, you become a bonafide Tom Cruise… when it happens to another guy… oh shit i don’t know that dude c’mon let’s go.
It is improper for noble men to boast of their accomplishments in the company of scorned plebian women. Anything and everything he’s done will be mocked… he will be the guy ‘trying to be the big man… oh, how cute’ in a patronizing tone instead of praise for a strong, corageous man whose justified in his deeds and/or accomplishments (unless she profits from it, of course, in which case he’s a hero).
I can, therefore, not discuss my rise through the ranks of the scouts as a boy with you.
Because everything’s okay and we all go to heaven.
What certainly doesn’t happen is weak people make mortal meaningless life even more unbearable for strong spirits by making it uglier, by getting in the way, by inverting values, ‘and SO on and so on’ (Zizek).
Hell, i remember when a pack a cigs was $1.25. Usta save my lunch money and buy a pack a cigs in the vending machine at The Lock, Stock and Barrel restaurant on my walk home from school. Then we’d meet up at the creek and chain smoke em. Remember that lightheaded fresh young grey matter high you felt before you had any tolerance whatsoever? When a cigarette was like a small shot of heroin and you got all dizzy.
I experienced that every time I started up smoking again (thinking I would just have a one and done) and had a very difficult time telling myself I wasn’t gonna keep smoking … until I smoked for months/years until I couldn’t really breathe and had to quit again. I have saved so much money … and I can breathe (when I’m not sick). I know that if I have a one and done, it won’t be a one and done… and I’ll put myself through the torture of quitting again… and wasting a shit ton of money. Lesson is learned… at this time. I certainly do not claim perfection.
