I used to be the kind of guy who basically liked people, who was a “people person”, and I couldn't imagine anyone being as jaded about humanity as some seemed to be. But several years on, I am convinced that most people are spineless, amoral, pleasure-seeking shitheads. Oh, they didn't get any worse from the time I thought most of humanity was worth a shit, I just finally got to the age where I had to admit to myself that from what I had seen, those who I used to think were jaded were actually right. Many people are good, but most, even though they may think they're good, are really just petty, pretentious shitheads at the end of the day who wouldn't bother getting up off the couch to piss on their own mothers if she was on fire. They're animals, ruled by their stupid, misleading, volatile, kneejerk, fear-driven, emotions and impulses rather than their actual fucking BRAINS, like me.
A perfect example: at about 3 every afternoon where I live there are at least ten wetback breeders hanging out at the driveway to my apartment complex waiting for little Jose or Maria to get off the school bus, standing there nervously as though, if they weren't there to walk them all of less than 100 feet to their front door, they're going to be grabbed and kidnapped. Wanna know something? Violent crime is at a FIFTY-YEAR low. Let me put that in other words: Remember when Leave it to Beaver was on TV? Violent crime, the kind where people end up getting hurt.....? Is as low now as it was then. And for all intents and purposes, non-familial kidnappings essentially never happen. In the seventies when I was just five years old, I was allowed to walk to my friend's house well down the street and we'd go to the school playground and play by ourselves, no adult supervision, for hours. My parents were in no way cavalier about my safety.....they just weren't fucking PARANOID about it because they didn't need to be. No one ever fucked with my friends and I when we took off to play by ourselves, no adults watching. Ever. Tomorrow I could stand out by any bus stop in America, surrounded by the usual huddled cadre of paranoid, edgy parents, the kind whose kids aren't even allowed to play in the fucking back yard by themselves, and lecture them, quoting accurate FBI statistics, about about how it's safer to leave your kids unattended now than it was when their own fucking parents were children, and that, in light of this knowledge, it's perfectly safe for them to go back to bed after they've fed little Pedro or Johnny or Maria or whoever and go back to sleep. Wanna know how may of them will NOT be out there the next day watching their kids to make sure they get on the bus without the boogieman getting them? Not a single......fucking.........one. So let me reiterate: The vast majority of humans are reactionary beings who are driven by their sense of fear and “live” their so-called lives as slaves to their distorted, inaccurate perceptions of the world.
Wanna know what make me and the precious few like me so different and so much better? Easy: Here's me as a parent, if, that is, I were a parent. I'm out there at the bus stop waiting there with my little Johnny one morning. He gets on the bus when it pulls up, I then go back into the house. I see on the news that, statistically speaking, it's safer to leave your kids to do their thing out in public than it has been since anyone currently alive can remember. My fears about little Johnny getting his ass kidnapped and held for ransom by Osama Bin Laden are completely out of bounds and irrational, according to those statistics. But here's where myself and the rest of the DRONES differ: my mind is changed, and ruled by things called, well, facts. Fact reveal to us what is true and actual in this world. See, they used to think that drinking the crushed ashes of a brown puppy would cure an earache by driving the demons out of one's ear. We no longer think that because, well, we finally realized that that never really worked, and, well, the real reason one's ear hurts when they get an earache is that there are bacteria which are infecting the pus trapped behind one's eardrum. So now we treat earaches in a much more effective way, usually with antibiotics. A superstition of the past was let go because we decided to persue a path to curing an earache based on facts. But first we had to give up the idea that it was a demon in your fucking head that was causing earaches. If we hadn't done that first, then what would have happened to the guy who first showed up and said “Hey, I have a better way to cure earaches, and it has nothing to do with driving out demons, which do not even exist!” would be that the Catholic “church” would have burned him at the stake for heresy, just as they wanted to do with a chap named Galileo, who came up with some utter nonsense about how the earth rotated around the sun! What a silly idea! Everyone knows that the sun rotates around the earth and that the earth is flat! Never mind that Galileo fucking invented calculus to prove his theory correct. That Galileo, what a character, what a crazy man with that long beard of his! Just like that Nightowl character, saying how we can actually leave our kids alone to play and develop freely as actual people without us hovering over them every second of the day. What a nut!
So you see, you can let your actions be based on either facts, like an actual thinking human being, or you can be a useless eater like those wastes of oxygen and their drooling, milquetoast, soft-headed, mouth-breathing, asthma-prone, pudgy kids who they stand with at the bus stop with. Wanna make sure your kid is really safe? Then make sure the kids your kid plays with are better looking than them, that way they'll get molested instead of yours.
A perfect example: at about 3 every afternoon where I live there are at least ten wetback breeders hanging out at the driveway to my apartment complex waiting for little Jose or Maria to get off the school bus, standing there nervously as though, if they weren't there to walk them all of less than 100 feet to their front door, they're going to be grabbed and kidnapped. Wanna know something? Violent crime is at a FIFTY-YEAR low. Let me put that in other words: Remember when Leave it to Beaver was on TV? Violent crime, the kind where people end up getting hurt.....? Is as low now as it was then. And for all intents and purposes, non-familial kidnappings essentially never happen. In the seventies when I was just five years old, I was allowed to walk to my friend's house well down the street and we'd go to the school playground and play by ourselves, no adult supervision, for hours. My parents were in no way cavalier about my safety.....they just weren't fucking PARANOID about it because they didn't need to be. No one ever fucked with my friends and I when we took off to play by ourselves, no adults watching. Ever. Tomorrow I could stand out by any bus stop in America, surrounded by the usual huddled cadre of paranoid, edgy parents, the kind whose kids aren't even allowed to play in the fucking back yard by themselves, and lecture them, quoting accurate FBI statistics, about about how it's safer to leave your kids unattended now than it was when their own fucking parents were children, and that, in light of this knowledge, it's perfectly safe for them to go back to bed after they've fed little Pedro or Johnny or Maria or whoever and go back to sleep. Wanna know how may of them will NOT be out there the next day watching their kids to make sure they get on the bus without the boogieman getting them? Not a single......fucking.........one. So let me reiterate: The vast majority of humans are reactionary beings who are driven by their sense of fear and “live” their so-called lives as slaves to their distorted, inaccurate perceptions of the world.
Wanna know what make me and the precious few like me so different and so much better? Easy: Here's me as a parent, if, that is, I were a parent. I'm out there at the bus stop waiting there with my little Johnny one morning. He gets on the bus when it pulls up, I then go back into the house. I see on the news that, statistically speaking, it's safer to leave your kids to do their thing out in public than it has been since anyone currently alive can remember. My fears about little Johnny getting his ass kidnapped and held for ransom by Osama Bin Laden are completely out of bounds and irrational, according to those statistics. But here's where myself and the rest of the DRONES differ: my mind is changed, and ruled by things called, well, facts. Fact reveal to us what is true and actual in this world. See, they used to think that drinking the crushed ashes of a brown puppy would cure an earache by driving the demons out of one's ear. We no longer think that because, well, we finally realized that that never really worked, and, well, the real reason one's ear hurts when they get an earache is that there are bacteria which are infecting the pus trapped behind one's eardrum. So now we treat earaches in a much more effective way, usually with antibiotics. A superstition of the past was let go because we decided to persue a path to curing an earache based on facts. But first we had to give up the idea that it was a demon in your fucking head that was causing earaches. If we hadn't done that first, then what would have happened to the guy who first showed up and said “Hey, I have a better way to cure earaches, and it has nothing to do with driving out demons, which do not even exist!” would be that the Catholic “church” would have burned him at the stake for heresy, just as they wanted to do with a chap named Galileo, who came up with some utter nonsense about how the earth rotated around the sun! What a silly idea! Everyone knows that the sun rotates around the earth and that the earth is flat! Never mind that Galileo fucking invented calculus to prove his theory correct. That Galileo, what a character, what a crazy man with that long beard of his! Just like that Nightowl character, saying how we can actually leave our kids alone to play and develop freely as actual people without us hovering over them every second of the day. What a nut!
So you see, you can let your actions be based on either facts, like an actual thinking human being, or you can be a useless eater like those wastes of oxygen and their drooling, milquetoast, soft-headed, mouth-breathing, asthma-prone, pudgy kids who they stand with at the bus stop with. Wanna make sure your kid is really safe? Then make sure the kids your kid plays with are better looking than them, that way they'll get molested instead of yours.