Sex & Violence

And the would-be VPILF demonstrates why. This conservative megacunt has officially ruined a symbol of resistance and youth. If she becomes - through any means - our next Veep, you can count on me leaving this goddamned worthless shit country.

I am tired of being fucked. Really, amazingly, sick and tired… fed up, actually, at the forced anal sodomy being perpetrated upon me by the great city of Washington, D.C..

The list is incredibly long and spans a huge portion of my life, though I’ll make an attempt at distilling the argument into a few relatively simple parts:

1. The war against PORN. Yes, there is a moral and legal war being waged against the bumping of adult flesh for the consumption and enjoyment of other adults. It is wrapped in the garments of “protect the children”, and it is waged through unrelenting and byzantine regulation which requires even the most obviously mature performers to be cross-referenced in a database with every scene in which they have ever performed and makes public certain private information, such as home address and SSN.
2. The war against DRUGS. See PORN, above, but substitute “any substance which might incidentally cause a non-standard mental state, unless produced by a major campaign contributor and administered under the care of a physician for limited times only. No exception granted for substances known to be non-toxic and/or non-addictive.” It is waged primarily through the use of military tactics, including excessive force, unreasonable violence, encouragement of civilian informants, property seizure without due process, and a multi-billion-dollar propaganda campaign.
3. The war against ANYONE WHO WON’T SUCK OUR COLLECTIVE DICK. This could be you, Mr. any-other-nation-on-Earth. Fail to live up to our lofty ideals, and we will free the shit out of you. This war is generally waged with bombs, guns, soldiers, and tanks. You will have elections just like us, whether you like it or not, which is not actually a guarantee of representative democracy no matter how much it might sound like one.
4. The war against EVERYTHING ELSE WE DON’T LIKE. Doesn’t matter if it’s actually a crime, per se. It really doesn’t even matter that it might not be immoral. As long as it makes us a little uncomfortable, we have no problems throwing you in prison for long enough to have forgotten what you did (unless, of course, you’re branded for life). We will make up statistics, bribe doctors and politicians, and label you a predator in front of juries who will convict simply on a presumption of guilt thanks to the “if they arrested him, he must have been guilty” mentality foisted on us by a wonderful strata of Hollywood legal drama screenwriters.

Meanwhile, the few organizations and people who point out the bullshit nature of this… well, bullshit? They are ridiculed, held up to public scorn, booed, mocked, and roundly forgotten within minutes.

The next new story splashes its sordid, seamy drama onto your face, and you sit back, knowing that the torrent will not stop until you swallow every last drop. After all, you’ve seen the process a hundred times; it’s nothing new to a good citizen. You know the routine, you know what’s expected. Just sit back and take it, wherever that perverted old Uncle Sam wants to put it… because if you don’t, then it’s prison time for you.

Every one of these sons of bitches needs to (at minimum) spend several years in prison. Barring that, I sincerely hope that some anonymous mob with pitchforks and torches manages to storm their castles. Blood, screams, and suffering would be an acceptable alternative to the prison thing.

You know the government won’t do anything about this, but perhaps offer a sternly-worded lecture on the misappropriation of taxpayer dollars. But when sufficient millions of those dollars are funneled back into political contributions, the hogs at the trough will fill their mouths with slop rather than outrage. This is a time-tested principle, proven over the course of millennia. The powers-that-be are heavily invested and completely in bed with the fat cats in the financial sector; it may only make up 25% of our economy, but remember: that’s many times larger than any other industry in the world.

Fuck them all! Let them fall, bring on the banking apocalypse! I will happily stand at the edge of society, watching as banks topple like trees, and I will enjoy the misery that they brought upon themselves. When I see three-piece suits launched from windows like leaves in a cool autumn breeze, then I will acknowledge that decades of injustice are being undone.

So, basically, stupid people are happier. I get it. “Ignorance is bliss,” they say. I say, “If you’re so ignorant as to be happy, why in the hell are you blabbering at me about it?” It’s like saying “Whenever you see a smile on my ugly fucking mug, please try to remember that I’m a retard.”

Well, you are. Geniuses, creative people, and introspective people have something in common: it’s called thought! Those who do it tend to realize the sorry state of the world: it is shit:

A giant, steaming pile of shit,
stuffed to the brim with happy idiots.
Congratulations, fucktards. You figured it out.
You may now join the rest of humanity in the smoking section.

The least you can do is give ‘em credit. Here:

Band: Carnivore
Song: Sex & Violence
Album: Retaliation

Check out the most brilliant lyricist of the late 20th Century:

Monkey wrench in my hand
in my groin a swollen gland
tonight perform brain surgery
or some gynecology
clockwork orange fast becoming
rampant street gangs overrunning
after darkness raging war
what do they keep living for?

Sex and Violence

I love to hear you scream in vain
splattered blood and semen stains
rape and murder lesson learned
meaning of life? - Pain and sperm
prey upon the old and helpless
reconditioning is useless
ultra-violent offsprings of gore

what do they keep living for?

Sex and Violence

If you can’t eat it or fuck it…
then kill it!
Sexual deviation
Religious desecration
Civil mutilation
Violent procreation

Bleed for me

Trapped behind a cage of our own making, we cling desperately to the hope that someone will suck our collective dicks until such time as we pass from this earth. We are satisfied and content when this occurs, but we fail to realize the truth: those lips that felt so soft, so supple and loving… were our own! Revulsed by this truth, our monkey brains reject reality and escape into a misty world of IV-injected reality television, commercial materialistic capitalism, and dollar-driven nondenominational religious sacrament. For those who remember the reason for our retreat into insanity, the vision can never be washed away. We will never be pure again, nor happy… for we cannot sublimate our knowledge, and will not participate in brainless pursuits for the mere purpose of lying to ourselves.