No image. Not worth it.

Before the Four Horseman became a thing (turn of the Millenium), or what some call the “New Atheism”, we were a self-contained community of indignant fuckheads grinding our own axes sequestered in all forms of life, professional pursuits and political opinions – back then none of that mattered to anyone and no one cared. That “herd of cats”. All that mattered was a shared intolerance for bullshit – especially the supernatural kind. Nothing else was really relevant. Freethinkers – that’s all we really were. Just minds challenging minds. A demographic Jackson Pollock image of society that would get into screaming arguments with each other over minutae as an intellectual exercise just for its own sake – then get up dust off, shake hands and tomorrow forget anything ever happened. Contrast that with today.

But then Dawkins, Saint Hitch, Dennett and Harris found a stage in pop media and made the world aware. That was the death knell. It empowered the stupid to crawl out of their closets, still clutching their (in)security blankets and handfulls of burnt bible pages (see RationalResponse), and proclaim themselves to the world as pseudo-godless as well (see atheistnexus and related sites). People with no concept of the prohibition on bullshit we had always maintained. Just damaged souls with a bottomless pit of grievances religion had caused and no idea what Freethought actually was nor any kind of rudimentary self-discovered moral compass. Shit happened, culture wars ensued, new fundamentalist idiocies were rammed down our throats (see atheism+). The original cabal of actual atheism was shouted down and exiled as pariahs.

So we are back to square one – we lurk in the shadows and laugh amongst ourselves at the new stupid, the new church => the New New Atheists.

The more things change, the more they remain the same.

I met an honest Wiccan once. Grew to be really good friends with her. She pushed the whole “it is real” crap on you. Ended up sharing a house with her for a few years. Didn’t care what she really thought, as any respectful human should. She showed same disinterest in my thoughts. This is how meaningful relationships are forged. To each his own. Just relate as people, not beliefs. Got really tanked one night and I was rude.

“Do you really believe that crap?”

“Haha nope”

“Then why?”

“I just feel good doing it. Goblets of wine, full moon and fantasy.”

I understood. I will never begrudge her.

I begrudge the idiots that are not like her.

Artificial intelligence

About to be released from the Facebook gulag for saying “obedient monkey” to some pudgy privileged white boy who doesn’t like his own shit rubbed in his own nose, probably because it was “racist” (How? I don’t know either). All it takes is a complaint. Sentence was 7 days. Appealing? Only response – 30 days, no further appeals. This is how Zuck likes his zis place to work. The Chinese model. Criticism is terrorism. Some rules to live by –

1 – Always assume that the stranger you are addressing is a reactionary imbecile because 99.9% of the time they are

2 – If stranger is female, expect “mansplaining”. On extremely rare occasions, circumstances dictating, countering with “femsplaining” maybe handy. Usually though it’s better to assume you stepped on a landmine that did not trigger and backing away is probably wise

3 – Quote mining is the new heroin – don’t use word sequences that can be stripped of context and be mined

4 – “Context” is never relevant to anything whenever someone has a tantrum and cries

5 – Reality is Plasticine and irrelevant

6 – Don’t use natural language, you are talking to idiots with grievance addiction

7 – Don’t use words you don’t hear in advertising jingles. They won’t understand them

8 – Don’t use words longer than 5 letters. Assume you are talking to a 5 year old

9 – Stick to jargon, emojis, shortened incoherence and general gibberish that is the new ‘netspeak

10 – Don’t expect people to understand subtlety

11 – Never use nuance – starts with ‘n’, same as Nazi

12 – Never expect IQ to be above pot plant. That is => “oppression”

13 – Devil’s advocacy – don’t even think about it

Facebook will set you free.

Huxley – 1. Orwell – 0.

“The Comfort You Demanded Is Now Mandatory” – either Dead Kennedys or Lard, can’t remember.

Addendum -

The utter bollocks that Facebook can't do anything about terrorist or paedophile related posts. Post anything that questions either feminist or black lives matter dogma and the ban is instant and non-appealable. You are a liar and a fraud Zuck. All you care about is traffic. Humans are insects. One does not consider insects. No, you are not a sociopath. Nosirreebob.

No images. I remember 9/11. I had to catch a plane. 6 hours later. Dead silence at airport. Dead silence in flight. Faces grim, fixed. Mothers, fathers. Fixed.

It was dead silence at Melbourne airport out gate. Dead silence in taxi. Arrived at client, dead silence. Do what we asked. Blank faces.

religion is great.

what a narcissist cunt looks like

What a narcissist cunt looks like

We have fires.

I ran into a chick whose property is a pile of ash. She asked if I’d be at poker on Thursday. I said I wouldn’t miss it for the world.

You can’t say “harden the fuck up” to someone like that.

At least it wasn’t serious like Becky and her elevators.

Apparently, according to SocJus circles, I’m a monster. I look after a cripple that is also an imbecile. I do it for nothing. The SocJus shitheads that make me a Satan would just shovel her into a home and wait for the inheritance.

And this is crassmass.

OK, what is evil again Becky?

Sperm that fell out of my brother’s nutsack –
“Where’s Santa”
Me: “In that brown box”
Sperms (there’s 2 of them, 11 & 14): but it’s not wrapped
Me: fuck you
Sperms: We’ll tell mother
Me: good. fuck you. Eat some chilli, grow some tits/balls
Sperms: don’t be nasty
Me: see above. open the fucking box
{box opening}
Sperms: ??? Mattresses?
Me: Yes. They inflate while you’re here. They deflate when you fuck off. Remember to take them with you and bring them back when you want to poison my life again. Merry crassmass.
Sperms: Fuck you
Me: Fuck you as well
And all was good in the world
death

My best friend in high school died last Sunday. He flew a hang glider into a cliff.

This did not surprise me. If he died in a car accident or of a heart attack, that would. But hang gliding into a cliff didn’t.

He took a detour into fairy land and new age woo. Started calling me a “once born” for laughing at his crap.

None of that matters. He was a good natured imbecile that never harmed anyone as far as I am aware. His friends somehow located me to inform. I said I knew and passed on condolence.

I suspect if he wanted to choose a way to go, hang gliding into a cliff would be up there.

I have no animosity to you my friend, even though we haven’t spoken for decades, and my memories of you are mostly fond. Even when you were an utter dick.

Peace if there is anything left of you listening.

Threw the old man in a hole in the ground because we’re not allowed to burn him because that’s what catholics do and we are the one true orthodox faith and catholics are cunts and whatever they do is wrong. That fucking hole has cost $14,000 so far and that’s not counting the idolaters monument which will be another 5-10 grand. Death is for capitalist pigs. Fuck this. I’m leaving my corpse to necrophiles or US miiltary ballistics testing. Seriously. Fuck this. The cunt’s dead and we have to shit money. Fuck off. Cunts.

Wave at The Reaper and he will call.

Old man’s a carcass that somehow is still breathing.

Xmas eve collapsed on his walking frame. No motor function whatsoever. Picking that up off the floor is not as easy as it sounds. Body is like a bean bag and it groans in pain when you lift wrong part unable to articulate what’s wrong. He was dehydrating but could not drink and belly was like a ripe watermelon from accumulated urine he could not pass. Called ambulance. Excellent chaps. They got him off floor and moved him to bathroom and all of his bowels exploded mid way. Sorry no YouTube.

Hospital. Steady shutdown. No longer even sipping water, let alone food. Body shutting down. First legs, then voice, then hands. Now eye contact has gone too. Here’s the shtick – if you don’t shoot a sick dog it’s “cruelty”. But prolonging this bullshit is “god’s will”. Fuck you all. A heroin shot. Some purple haze. Game over. Quick easy and pleasant. But no… We have to torture all involved.