I hate muppets. Not the occasional muppet, or the muppet who does wrong, but all muppets, unequivocally, and without regard to color.
I see all sides on the important ethical issues. (ie: We know the failure rate of condoms because companies test them. I can support this. Some may even think of this as the dream job. Understand though, I do think it's cruel to the lab animals.)
But hey, like I keep trying to tell the guys in Black Suits, this isn’t about me.
If there are signs at the gas station warning us about the health risks of petrol products, why do they keep trying to sell us petrolium jelly as a base for skin care creams?
Occasionally we get complaints, but they come in at such a slow clip that we worry a lot that we’re not being as offensive as we ought to be.
It’s only understandable that people misunderstand us, since we’ve never printed in plain English. Instead we print in a “dandified” English, where a cigar isn’t necessarily really a cigar.
Flinging monkey feces as a way to express dissent: Long practiced by our cousins in the animal kingdom, this act has been unfairly overlooked by modern man.
I guarantee- you fling monkey feces at whomever you’re aggrieved at and you will get a reaction. “You must really mean it, where the hell did you get monkey feces?” Problem: manufacture and efficient distribution of monkey waste.
I heard on the radio that there are more 12 year olds today in the US than there ever have been before. This factoid was aired in the context of a financial program. Much was made of the need for corporate industry to cater to the fickle and faddish desires of the young. It was suggested that study groups be commenced to see what it is that these young consumers would like to buy. It was suggested that, in 5-7 years the car steering wheel would be replaced by the joystick; this mode of control being, “more comfortable to those weaned on video games.” Not mentioned: the financial windfall for those who invest in the market of carpal tunnel and repetitive stress remedies; but give them 8-10 years to catch up with their own hype.
Potentially, the plethora of young people heading into their formative “questioning” years could be a boon to the left in this country, but only if the left can quit arguing about gun control and identity politics and move to reclaim it’s own history and the language of freedom, its birthright.
Otherwise, when these young people reach the age where they begin to fear for the future and face the concept of a life of work pushing paper in a cubicle, unemployment, or prison, corporate industry will sell them a safe form of rebellion, the modern way to co-opt a movement in the west; commodification rendering the gun obsolete.
It took me five hours to take out the trash this week, what with separating the recyclables, and that break I took in the middle of it all to read Nietzsche’s The Will to Power. It seems in Nietzsche’s day they didn’t bother to take the time to break down, flatten, and recycle their corrugated cardboard product.
It saved him a lot of time he then used to write books, and later to go mad.
Big Brains = Procrastination. Nature develops intellect for the express purpose of procrastination. The bigger the brain the less you get done. Neanderthal Man had a brain on average 400 cc's larger than modern man-but he never built or offered for sale any model of electric toothbrush.
Now, with a small brain, not only can you have evil thoughts, you’re free to act on them. That’s why our ancestors killed Neanderthal man; and that’s why today, man can conquer space but he can’t solve simple social problems or distribute electricity, health care, or property in an efficient manner.
Bad Homo Sapiens, no grog!
Why is it that some groups like to focus on entertainment as a cause of violence when there is no corollary evidence whatsoever (in fact, to the contrary, entertainment violence would tend to act as a sublimation of violent urges, to channel them into a socially accepted form), when these same people revel in state executions, punitive punishment, witch hunts, and watching the bombs drop on CNN?
I blame their social upbringing.
And their small brains.
Nature and Nurture, working together.
Recently, the US was replaced on the UN human rights council by Sweden, to the vocal displeasure of US lawmakers.
Insiders note that this is because Sweden doesn’t kill people or imprison a huge percentage of its population, but they do, instead, have a multiparty democracy.
Some people long for the reign of matriarchy, when we will all live in peace. To them I say: Margaret Thatcher.
See, Thatcher, Dianne Feinstein, Andrea Dworkin, & Madonna are all women, proving that females are just as contemptible as males when given the opportunity; therefore, no, naming off twice as many men is not a proper rebuttal to this point.
Real radicals know injustice has nothing to do with X & Y chromosomes, but with power, and power has to do with money, leading no less an anarchist source than the Christian bible to repeatedly state that money is the root of all evil.
A certain type of reactionary feminist insists on spelling “woman” or “women” as “womyn” or “wymyn,” causing such a social change you may have missed it.
That will all end when the movement to change “men” to “myn” takes off, ostensively in order to “put myn back in womyn, where they belong.”
If that bothers you, I suggest spending your time worrying about more immediate and pressing problems in the modern world.
I remind you that the supreme court says police can pull over and detain anyone for 48 hours- over non-jailable offences like jaywalking, littering, and not wearing a seatbelt. This enables police to do searches without a warrant. The first person who went to jail for not wearing a seatbelt was a woman.
My own ideal woman is a rocket scientist. This is what I strive for. And not just someone with a firm grasp on the basics of propulsion, either, but quite literally a rocket scientist; it’s not like being a ‘poet’, any fool can write a poem. I’m looking for someone who knows a little something about solid rocket boosters, someone who’s looking to solve the sticky problem of excessive heat on re-entry, someone well grounded in the fine art of orbital mechanics.
I long for the day I bump into her at the magazine rack thumbing through a copy of Aerodynamics Today, as the counterperson says, “Are you going to buy that or stand there reading it all day,” and she thusly jettisons it with great forward thrust and indignation; hitting the clerk squarely in the head as she denounces those who “selfishly impede the advance of science for their own gain.”
Sure, there will be problems. Like when she tastes my curry and says, “as a rocket fuel, worthless;” And when she keeps me up all night because she’s worried about the probe. You must always take the bad with the good.
Just a rocket scientist. Not a nuclear physicist. What’s the difficulty?
Rocket science has become a low reward career, like teaching or social work.
Most who feel the calling are not able to achieve employment in their chosen field, they must instead be content to practice it as a hobby. Such is the plight of so many intellectuals and humanitarians in today’s world.
To find them, you must really search. I spend my free time combing the suburbs, looking for homemade launching pads in otherwise normal backyards.