Annihilation. Mutually Assured Destruction. Complete and utter Obliteration of the Human Race. Nothing left of Us…nadda soul…nadda human peep: A torrential concept or the ultimate contribution?
Whatever your stand, it does sound beautiful, doesn’t it? I bet you can’t even imagine it your brain is clogged full of this frequency sodden reality. Try for a second to imagine a serenity wherein there is no more war, no more outcry, no more ‘injustice’. Just peace and a cycle of life that has no interpretation or care of intrinsic value. Survival and Evolution are the only codes of conduct. Prey and Predator know not why they are, they just are, and they, without consciousness of it, accept it. Roaming free and just being.
Or are you of the crop that has taken a side in this incoherent confabulation we call existence? Great. Good for you. Rock that vote and disseminate your platform for reform. FIX THIS MESS! Let’s jive, baby. Abolish tradition everywhere, that’s a start. No residue from eras we weren’t alive in. No carried over bias. Fresh start. Eradicate hate, but not bloody gruesome feeding: tearing and gnashing, chasing and felling…Beauty and nature will live on (an old proposal) no matter how horrid and majestic they can simultaneously be.
There is no grand remedy, no sword to throw yourself on that will accept your mystic sacrifice for the betterment of some loose cause of fabled morality, or for furthering the trumpeted censure for the status quo. But sill, righteous and reproachful, the marching as towards battle still rhythmically connects the steps of the crusaders throughout time. Those who court no bad taste. Those who do no wrong.
If history has taught me anything, it’s that more often than not you get what you want by force, and now they are forcing people against each other, crushing our fusion with as little physical intervention as possible. Letting us slay and blame our actions on their decisions.
We're in a rapid fire data society, now. So much to hold and remember. And if you can’t keep up, you give up. That, or you try something a little more your pace. Slow it down, don’t make it harder than it needs to be. That’s cool. Whatever works for you. Take your time. But remember: All those echelons above you, the ones that move too fast for you, all have myriad people who can take those top-spin G-forces that measure endurance...And the higher up it goes, the fewer people there are in those echelons who can hang on...Well weathered fucking Pharaohs of the 21st fucking century. Tell me that’s not a rational representation. Everyone understands cliques and class on some level. You think the bullshit, feeling-out-my-environment and boundary testing stops somewhere in early adulthood and everyone signs a ceasefire? It gets worse the higher you go and the older you get. The air is thinner, the wine has been aged beautifully and stored perfectly, the finest of human-egg caviar and riches of whatever carnality to suckle await those who will put in the time and temperament...Just so long as they remember to Obey, play the part to perfection forever.
Go ahead then, if you just want it simple and contained and easily explained. That’s your right. Just make a small offering to the venal bastards of likes, views, followers, adherents, subscribers and constituents. It’s where we’re going. Where we always have been going...For the record, (and all intents and purposes): IV is the best way to administer the sickness. Mainline the juice. Dropout RN-es will be spiking saline bags mixed with just enough drip-kick of injectable necrosis to render the recipient mentally incapacitated but physically functional. Make sure you tap a vein now, ya hear. No need for an intramuscular injection causing atrophy that inhibits the ability to scroll. No time for dementia now, either. Keep to the task at fucking hand. That’s why we’ve got the RN-es for assistance— Help.
For me, though, I’ve got to make a play before the whole thing is sabotage proof with a baby-safe cap preventing an overdose of organ halting prescription… Before Perfusion of backwards, sideways, oblique information that runs you cyanotic before you can grasp the wheel in the storm, really starts working. An odious squall of stomach bile that loosens your teeth from gum tissue and bone, wearing enamel down until rot from exposure cannot be circumvented.
Too vile a thought? Over the top? Maybe…But you can’t deny we’re becoming too many. Population has more than doubled since the 60's. (Another testament to rapidity)
Now, to shift this diatribe a bit, I’d like to address those affiliated Pro-Lifers…the placard carrying brats of God with splintered wooden dowels so deep, up and in their body cavities that it’s tickling the traverse colon…The God’s-good-grace-with-a-grand-mysterious-plan types… They offer no new path, even though they profess their way is the way. All because in the back of their little, weak-signal mush factories protected by suture fused bones, that they know the virgin birth story is a crock. And deep down, in that troubled tissue of reason, they know, since Joseph had no hand in it, that Mary had to be a lady of the promiscuous persuasion. That or she was violated. Either way, they know that if their Saviour, their son of God and Man, was an illegitimate, and they are actively awaiting a second coming, then perhaps that modern Messiah will be born of uncouth terms, under uncouth circumstances, and that is why they oppose abortion so…Why else is there cause to impose belief upon a different opinion about choice?
Take the case of Roe v. Wade, 410 U.S. 113, in the early seventies. In Freakonomics, (Steven Levitt and Stephen J. Dubner, whom explain it in more expansive detail than I do here), one section offers the correlation that after Abortion is regarded as a legal right in all U.S. states by the Supreme Court, crime rates were a direct statistic to drop everywhere in the 90’s— twenty years later(a fine gestation time for a ne’re-do-well to reach full stride of criminality and distressful societal integration). Stemming effects pointing to the idea that the unfit and wantonly hedonistic bare-backers(I’m also skewering the fathers, two to make a zygote, HA) seek out the legal termination because they know they cannot sustain the position of parent without fucking up the child and leading it down a path laid with resentment and poverty, or by having it put into the care of the state(tax payers paying for the licentiousness of the ill-informed). Sounds like a good connection to make. A plausible result from a time-proven equation. <boredom + natural biology(Chemical hormones) = rampant fucking without regard for consequence> It’s like saying you’ll do the dishes later, and four days on theres’s more dishes than there is room in the dishwasher that you just found out is broken because of poor maintenance. What Now, paper plates and plastic non-biodegradable cups? Easy clean…Fill-Empty-Toss-Forget…Fuck.
So, with that darling analogy out of the way, I say to the Pro-Lifers: quit waiting on a fucking crackerjack miracle (that could’ve already caught the blender in a sterilized office) to prove your faithful existence in service of a mirage and delirium scenario. Everyone has enough tough choices to make without you throwing down some biblical righteousness. I just can't understand why Abortion is still a contested topic. The arguments on the Pro-Life side do not run very deep. It's like that innate trait of decree can't be shaken for some reason. A reason that escapes not just me, but them, as well.
Maybe that does prove they’re looking for solace and absolution in the depravity? In the tear-full blood and shit-muck. Looking to force their agenda of 'all lives matter', even precognition ones, because they can’t buck the nag of rationality. Wanting to fill the world with miscreants that will demand the invocation of a new divine escort by supplying God with a new swath of humanity that’s in dire need of saving. Come, O’ Cesspool Christ, force repentance...I’ve heard enough. Take your Crusade back to the sands of broken empires. See how you fair there. Leave the freedom of choice alone, and maybe we’ll get out of this pit of anxiety and doubt yet.
So, with granite screws drilled through our shoulders into a pillar of mounting disharmonious equity, a chunk of humanity still cannot accept that some get pinned to the totem higher than others. For why those lower want to move up, closer to the zenith of contempt and abrogation, is what I can’t compute The reasons of others I'm having a harder time following these days...But hey, it’s all just entertrainment, right folks? And it's got us biting through chainmail and a cheap, thin layer of tin that is designed to chip and crack those rotten and loose teeth…The shine doesn’t add value, fool. It’s just a coat that won’t keep you warm…
Abortion…Annihilation…Kin perhaps calling the other cousin, but definitely not sibling. Their paternity ride different horses with different saddles…Nihilology isn’t an exact science. It’s just a hypothetical one.