Actually, you do write a lot. Here.
If someone would collect all your posts here, we would have a book: “The Gospel According to Promethean: We’re all fucked and we didn’t know it!”
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I have bipolar writing events that are circumstantial, really. I no longer systematize or commit to long drawn out debates. I’ll go silent one minute, have a violent paronoid rebel schizo Tom Cruise Mission Impossible event the next when i get gaslit, and then I’ll drop brainbombs in drivebys all over the place with no thyme or season the next minute.
My original comment was exorcised from the comment section by Father O’Blivion (god be with him), but I have struck again….
That’s why sometimes you make good points and sometimes you just seem to be in your own schizo trip.
Anyway, write on. I’ve found writing can be very therapeutic. You possess a highly imaginative mind. I can only imagine it could be of great use in creating some dystopian universe where the Kafkian hero has all the possible odds against himself. Except, this is the universe you already seem to be living in.
The guy in the video has no suit and tie.
Remember, these are just for documentation purposes, so there are empirical examples of the causes that made me go ham when the State is like “bro why is he on the run rhymin’ ’ n stealin’, he had a wonderful life thanks to us!”
In this episode, you will get exclusive access to the kinds of hidden behind the scenes stuff that the shrinks don’t know happened when they’re baffled by a serial killer throwin’ his moms off a roof or something.
Summary: i normally end up drinking milk she bought because she’s unable to drink it before it expires due to the free milks she gets every day. However, i only drink that milk she bought (that is gonna go bad anyway) if i don’t have my own milk at the moment. I usually do but end up drinking her milk just so it isn’t wasted. Never has this abomination run out of milk. And yet, every day, there is the "buy your own fuckin milk i don’t have any money for groceries for two weeks blah blah (as she’s barely able to drink the free milk she gets in time, much less the shit she buys.)
Philosophical importance of this most magnificent of misfortunes. It demonstrates that familial ties mean nothing. A superior invidual can be born of a genetically inferior (even retarded in minor ways) degenerate parent. It demonstrates the right to be appalled by one’s parent. It reinforces the rebellion against the idea that we “are paying for the sins of the father” and reverses the indictment, turning it against god. No, YOU will pay for the sins of the father, not me. You got it backward, pal.
Now ordinarily, this all could be a petty trifle if I was legally able to just leave if i wanted. Having to interact with Her Wretchedness would be only rarely if i could. Unfortunately for god (twice now… he’s on a roll), his State has unrightfully detained me here by what it has done. By virtue of my endangerment (of my freedom), the State becomes an enemy, and my relationship to it is one of a relationship to an enemy while at war with it. I interpret being unrightfully detained here as an aggressive and hostile act against me, and that means the State now owes me. And THAT means anyone in a union with the State (law enforcement, voting tax paying citizen, etc) is an accomplice to that aggression and is therefore an enemy. Both the employee of the State and the citizen of the State is at my disposal.
“To hold the company of Prom75 it was said that one had to be fully emancipated from the State or else he would lecture you, rob you, or kill you… or lecture, rob and kill you.” - Gustave Vonhamsonshmidt
By now, all three dominating traditional authorities over the freeman are obliviated. God the creator, the mother and the father, and the State. It is not a betrayal by these parties. I should be clear. Not betrayal because there is no obligation in the world and to lie, trick, and abuse other people is a natural behavior. “Not that you lied to me but that i believed you is what has shaken me.” - N
It is simply an endangerment. A force that is trying to limit your capacity to act. If that force is malevolent or incompetent, it’s a nice bonus being able to call it a liar or an idiot… but it doesn’t have to be to justify your refusal to submit to it.
Now then, on to the matter of milk!
Note to readers: please do not start babbling about solutions. There are none. You just gotta listen to it, know the situation and recognize it’s place and contribution in the long chain of circumstances that leads a man finally to the edge….
Imagine having to hear that horrible cat lady who can hardly breath barking and croaking at you everyday for years on end. You think this is Hollywood? This shit is real, bro. It really DOES happen like this to serial killers.
Scene: serial killer paces room in turmoil after just being lashed for drinking milk that would go bad if he didn’t drink it. He paces, confused, pulling at his hair and shirt and making a kind of uncertain whimpering sound like someone right on the line between raging and sobbing. Until finally…
oh god. No! I… i can’t… she’s hurting me! Mother is being bad. Very bad. Bad Mother!
From years ago. I was gonna kill her and started to make a video but I opted out after some thought.
The cat lady is in an extremely important candy crush tournament so don’t worry about it… I got it…
https://youtube.com/shorts/TBayYTf7GA4
Pay attention, sheriff John Brown. This is all you, buddy.
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Gonna have to get a new phone again because of this hacker fag who’s stolen my IP address and is running around wikipedia talking about sniffing diapers 'n shit. Can’t risk having my bank account emptied or being charged with watching kiddie porn somewhere.
It’s no problem, though. I keep the receipts so when it comes time to collect the State’s debt, there will be no confusion. I wanna be fully transparent.
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In other words, the State would have to go back in time, not put me on a public registry, and then see if the same hacker used my IP address in the future.
If yes, the State would have to go back in time again and see if that would happen if they didn’t convict me of the felonies making me unable ever to be removed from the registry. Meaning, if in some other way a hacker was informed and told i was a child molestor that wasn’t registry information, the State is still liable.
Unable to go back in time, and, being that the burden of proof is on the State to show that it isn’t the cause of me being hacked, the State has pretty much fucked itself into a corner.
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I have two teenagers to contend with as a parent, their entire generation thinks they know everything from YouTube podcasts and feel they’re entitled to boss around the adults until I constantly remind them that shit isn’t ever going to fly. You constantly have to break their little egos otherwise they feel they can do whatever they want walking all over you, constant battle. Teenage children are such assholes, I can’t wait for them to grow out of this stage.
They’re a lazy entitled generation, literally trying to get my son off the fucking couch is a full-time job just to get him to do anything. Mrs. Authoritarian constantly tells me to be patient with them and sometimes that’s impossible. 
I do believe i may have to return to the ER - the eternal return to the emergency room - to plead and beg for the vertebrae lube shot. I gave myself about three weeks to heal… usually, the amount of time similar pain takes to go away… but this time, it ain’t going away.
I’m comfortable to not have to work for another month if need be, but i am getting tired of being unable to get off this couch and would like to get back to work. Late-summer and fall have the best temperatures for working.
My plan is to go to the ER at 2:00 in the morning when most of the drug-addicted lumpenproletariat on welfare will be at home asleep in their lazy-boys behind their TV trays. The first time i go will be given some tylenol and sent on my way (because I’m lying, faking the injury, and trying to get oxycodone). This visit will cost roughly $300. I will return the next morning for the second phase: explain how they thought i was lying last night and that i really need an x-ray, even if it cost me $5,000 because I’m literally crawling. I’ll then get the x-rays, hear the docs say, “Holy shit dude how are you even standing up right now!” as they look at it, and give me directions to a specialist who won’t accept me as a patient. The docs will then go ahead and set me up for the shot there, and i will be charged an astronomical amount because it’s an ‘emergency room’… an elite kind of hospital that tends to all the broke people without insurance that really aren’t sick but fake it so they can get free pain killers.
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As you will observe, the only question that matters is if this guy is getting some kind of commission. Until you know this, what he says is suspect. I believe he is and isn’t admitting it.
As i walked the HVAC man and the cat lady through what they were trying to accomplish - a reasonable solution after considering the situation in its entirety - you can hear his uneasiness when i suggest not buying a whole new system and just getting the cheaper rebuild. He sounded like he was trying too hard to convince her to finance a new system and decline the rebuild.
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It’s that the deceptive and manipulative nature of this kind of exchange (under the mode of capitalism) is in principle so objectionable that i can’t even do it; convince a customer they need new windows when they don’t so i can get the work. I’m simply too honest to be a part of this scheming dynamic.
Indeed, his next question should have been “what is the future of this house and your possession of it” before lunging at her with a pen and asking for a signature for a new unit.
You gotta watch em, man.
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Now check out how awesome i am. I gotta show you the ironies because you cain’t see em. Especially my detractors and critics.
I would, in fact, profit more if she bought a new unit because it would raise the value of a house i may end up selling. And yet, not budging in my honesty and proletarian resolve, i convince the cat lady not to buy the unit.
Pure awesomeness. Aristotle virtue ethics awesomeness, bro. Like platonic gold metal ‘n shit. Kant wouldn’t even do what I did. He’d tell her to buy the new unit so he could bank more on the house when he sold it.
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At the end of this meeting of the minds, he rendered his final judgment: i doubt the unit will make it to next year.
I reply after a brief moment so not to appear as if i were lying in wait of him: would you believe that’s exactly what the last tech told her three years ago when he looked at the unit.
I can know he did not appreciate that insight by how firmly he gripped my hand to shake it. A bigger man by stature and with good strong hands. He stood as if waiting for me to oblige his disapproval the moment i felt his grasp… then, he froze and looked down at his hand like he had just had it crushed in a vice. 25 years of driving sixteen penny nails’ll make you feel like you’re shaking hands with a rock, Mr. HVAC man. Didn’t mean to startle you. Have a good day.
No really the dude squeezed the shit outta my hand and i just stood there like a limp biscuit. I thought he was gonna punch me.
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…maybe the reason we haven’t heard from Mr. Reasonable since then?
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Omg that is so funny. I’m leaving a job and see a Chic fillet, so I decided to stop there because all the baddies work at Chic fillet… and yet, I’m on the black/mexican side of town. It was risky, and i knew that. Pulling into the lot, i jested out loud “no mexicans or blacks” as if asking god to make sure of it for me.
Who do i see at the cash register the moment i walk through the door? A black girl looking like she just arrived here from Zimbabwe two hours ago. She was blacker than the deepest corners of space. Her face round like a cantaloupe with bubble cheeks and big purple lips. Her white eyes poked out from the darkness like two curious and confused marbles examining the keys on the cash register. The enormous ass of fat reserves for the cold seasons squeezed into the grey-black employee uniform pants. The long neck below the tiny head… to scan great distances through the kitchen behind her for lions or hyenas.
It was too good. I actually praised god for that one… that’s one i would have done to a guy I’ve cursed and have been fucking with for half a century.
I would get a pic, but i can’t get one on a down low. Seriously, mates, the only thing missing is a plate in her lip. I’m sure she’s cool… I just love the irony I got.
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p.s. if the thief in the night that stole my 6’ ladder yesterday is one of my online stalkers and not one of my local stalkers, be careful with that thing because it’s wobbly.
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