A Confederacy of Dunces- Relived

Disclaimer: Far too many people have taken my words too literally today, so if you think I actually advocate meritocratic genocide, then take a chill pill and relax, cowboy. I've no desire to re-enact 1984, any more than I have a desire to re-enact my mile high fortress of a hairdo from that time period. Good God. I've simply got passionate philosophies, constantly evolving, interspersed with random flip, sarcastic bursts of my twisted sense of humor. I can't help it. I'm human too, and that's my quirk (of many...) If you don't get it, that's fine. But stand down on getting your feathers too bent out of shape by it.

Now on to the commentary....

Ah it's nice to see living examples of literature. Today I got to witness and participate in a virtual semantic battle with the trolls (that sounds like a TV show coming to a season near you.) My preferred use of weaponry? A scythe. Hey, with quick death, comes quicker rebirth. Or at least several less annoying specimens throwing their shit-litter for others to pick up.

What wrong corner did the majority of our society turn to completely disregard the need to teach personal responsibility? I've never seen more fearful ostriches sticking their heads in the sand, or rather sticking their heads up their collective ass, judging by the sweet & sickening stench wafting off of their responses to blog topics of substance, which happen to elevate themselves beyond banal predilections of who will win the Oscars, who should get kicked of American Idol, and whom other people are fucking in their home town.

The original article is here.

http://bigbadbobby.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-companies-just-dont-get-it.html

And the nefarious, albeit very amusing shit-storm that ensued is here.

http://www.tonyskansascity.com/2009/02/kc-blogger-questions-deffenbaugh.html?ext-ref=comm-sub-email

I'm still trying to figure out what all these books and authors are that I'm supposed to have read so I can appear smart. I don't prescribe to pop culture or the erudite's manual of 'what's hot/what's not.' And although I think I have a pretty decent set of brains about me, I've known some pretty fucking stupid smart people, and put more value in whether or not people care enough to be active toward bettering their own lives and the state of this planet, with a sense of humor to deal with the trolls along the way.

So Enjoy. Recycle. Take out your trash. And think about the larger picture of your actions. For dog's sake at least try, and don't give up on caring about yourself, others, and the world you live in. Apathy stinks. You can still sing 'bye-bye bowel movement, going to the sewer treatment factory..." It's a fun song. No one's giving you any crap about that, certainly not me, since I engaged in many a sing-along during Freud's stage 2 of my own development cycle. Provided, of course, that you don't turn around and stick your head back up your ass again. Then I might have to break out the scythe.

Unless I'm in more of a bludgeoning mood... at which point I'll grab my flail. Or maybe, if you dick around long enough in a horsefly-gnat inducing manner, I'll warp sadistic and pull out the acupuncture needles. But I don't really want it to have to go that far man. Believe me, it hurts me far more than it hurts you. Just watch the snippet from the Japanese movie Audition below. Of course, I would never do any of this to anyone. I just had to share the disturbing imagery, so I'm not alone in my nightmares. But be warned. It WILL scar you for life.