Oh yeah no I’m not a despondent doom and gloom guy. In fact, i can not be where there is no laughter for very long without feeling sick and fatigued. And i am impervious to depression on account of my healthy narcissism (when u got it, u got it). Which means i am so arrogant i refuse to be sad because that feeling drains me of my sacred life giving mojo. So what happens is what makes you normal people sad makes assholes like me angry, and anger is a stimulant, see. Environments that are in disagreements with me find themselves under great pressure to change. One of those guys. Obstinate fucks that would topple an empire before paying a parking ticket they thought they didn’t deserve.
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Anger is more useful than despair and there’s nothing wrong with a healthy dose of defiance. 
I can relate to most of that. Actually I tired of depression a long time ago. Ten years ago, at 32, 33, I had what was the closest to a depression crisis I experienced in my life. Then I suddenly tired of it, tired of all the drama. Nowadays, even when my body refuses to help me, I wake up and go along. I don’t actually let a pain prevent me from enjoying life in any possible way that I can. In this way I kind of overcome it. I also try my best to live without medicines, unless it’s really unavoidable.
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In this episode, i valiantly defend the Right from the cat lady assailant.
A cat lady will believe she has a masters in political science after having an argument with six Facebook friends with lap-dogs and selfies taken in Bermuda as avatars.
“I can’t stand Trump voters! cough hack cough” - Cat Lady
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Why is it that pizza always gives me heart burn and prolonged indigestion? It use to be a food I really liked as a kid, but now it is like having a bucket of nails inside my stomach. This getting old shit is no fun.
When I was a young teenager some of my fondness memories was going to the local Italian pizzeria with my father, they had a video game arcade with pin ball machines. After eating pizza I would go play the pin ball machines drinking Root Beer, that was my usual routine there which I frequented often. Some of my fondness memories when my father was still alive.
I’ll never stop eating pizza, but I can’t eat a lot of the stuff anymore like I use to.
Well, it’s gettin’ to be dyin’ time for the old cat lady i reckon, so we gotta get our bases lined up. The first order of business is clearing me of murder charges before they even happen…
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I learned a sirius psychology trick, you guys, and I’m gonna show you how to do it.
If you wanna critique someone, you can’t do it directly because they will fight back. So say there’s a quality about someone that’s bad. What you do is pretend as if you yourself possess that quality, and then you self-deprecate in front of them. You portray and display the quality, how bad it is, and the person recognizes it in themselves as you do so - “hey, i do that too… weird!”. They then secretly feel a sense of embarrassment at themselves… and you never laid a finger on em. But if you would have not played this charade and confronted them directly, you would have been met with a great degree of resistance.
Recent example. When i called myself a hapless forum troll still posting twenty years later. And it’s certainly true. But what that also did was make people recognize that in themselves - “omg, i AM that hapless forum troll”.
Imagine the power this weapon could have in the right hands as a behavioral modification technique.
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An objective and impartial examination of human’s and their relationship to Felis catus.
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The original recording and first take (version that doesn’t appear on the album)
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Some thoughts on the healthy sociopathological development of apathy and the dangers of sympathy (the gateway drug to pity). Clipped from recording about all the recent violence yada yada meh.
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A few on here qualify for that allegory..
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Sounds rough man, reminds me of when I was renting an apartment over a loud dance club that was open 24/7 all year long in the hood with the jerk roommates I had to put up with. $40.00 is a rip off.
A level 5 irony is the worst. Those are the kinds of punishments the Fates hand out when they really wanna piss a dude off. They’re subtle, but you can watch for them and collect them as evidence in your case against god. Note these two fantastic ironies.
I’ve worked once in a month and a half because of a back muscle injury incured by stretching exercises going too hard… not because of being a bum who cares nothing about his health.
The recent incident with the Leo white trash groomer wouldn’t have happened had i not offered her a woman’s north face coat or jacket instead of taking the weed for free when she said don’t worry about the $25 (this part isn’t in the audio). We’d have never gone to the closet, and she would have never made the credit card comment leading to the dam breaking. My nobility earned me an assault and I’m not the selfish prick who wants weed for free.
I’ll bet you every cent i have that she’s borrowed a credit card more than once in her life. And I’ve only done so once (from anybody).
Now, take this single example of apalling irony and multiply it by ten years. Fill that ten years with all manner of people criticizing, insulting, incriminating, and often blaming me for the very things they are guilty of themselves… and feeling proud for doing so because I’m believed to be a child molestor who deserves such.
I’m like a dark kierkegaard, bro. Jesus’s evil sigma twin brother. There are layers, depths, in my philosophy that must be navigated and not merely read over. One subscribes to my posting as one does to a sermon or the podcasting of some brilliant lunatic. There is life here that is fit for greek tragedy in its richest sense. No, this is not merely the posting of some random garage philosopher. This is the diary of a mad promethean hero who will turn you into a godless nihilist or a rambling buffoon.
If ‘the thing’ were true, the opposite would actually be happening: the earthly test is not one of submission (per christianity) but one that tests your commitment to what you believe is right. The greater danger one puts oneself in in having to do this, the higher they ascend in rank in the eyes of the prime mover and bestower of the will to power (that’s just conatus).
But being merely evil for its own sake (‘lawful evil’ in D&D speak) does not gain you rank. Evil must be done in self-defense - this is the irony of the antihero and why he is permitted. What impresses the prime mover is the complexity of his struggle and if he does not break or yield to it regardless of the consequences.
A simple bread thief can be such a hero in his own right. But a beggar shirley not. That is cowardice and the prime mover does not like cowardice. NUH UH no sir.
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Lol, Promethean, after a brief leave of absence, you came back with a vengeance, huh?
Your good-humored madness and witticisms are really appreciated, just so you know.
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Well, if it makes you feel any better I am pretty sure the stock market is going to crap out next year where the national unemployment ratio is going to go through the roof. I will honestly be surprised if this joke of a nation makes it to 2030 in survival.
I honestly thought the Covid19 psyop would finally be the death of this nation, but no, too early of a call on my part.
Well, you have a date now, so just be patient. Take time to enjoy your grandchild while the end doesn’t come:
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2030-2040 give or take is my estimate concerning the financial economic models.
I do enjoy my grand children, I live in the desert where my closest neighbors are Navajo where they’re pretty chill in that I do business with them at the farmers market.
So, do we have exactly what, 5, 14 or 20 years?
I need to be certain to be making my plans and schedule my suicide.
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Summer of 2030 or summer of 2040 would be my guess concerning those sporadic yearly economic quarters.
Make sure you mark it on a calendar, although why you speak of suicide is beyond me, pretty depressing man.