A World That Makes Sense

Posted by Max on Oct 6, 2011 in Rude.Notes | 4 comments

I live in a world I do not understand.

I had an epiphany recently.  I suspected that the world had changed.  At what point, I wondered, did things go wrong?  Did the price of milk crest some terrible Event Horizon?  Who is to blame for this?

The world has not changed.  I have changed.

If you want to see change, study erosion.  Away from the shoreline, the world does not change.  Human existence is hardly a pimple on the cock of geological time.

Far greater beasts than us have walked this rock and perished.

I felt like I was skidding into a wall at high speed – I could see the crash coming, but I couldn’t do a fucking thing to stop it.  This is unacceptable.

I realized I was not in a place I wanted to be – that I wasn’t the person I wanted to be.  I wasn’t content waiting for something to happen.  I was willing to do whatever it took . . .

So I made a phone call.  ”I want back in.”

When I made the decision I was motivated.  I was ready to crawl through concertina wire that same day.  Unfortunately, things don’t always work out as quickly as I’d like . . . fucking bureaucracy.

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Last night I was standing in front of a bar.  I listened intently as someone explained to me that the mentally handicapped no longer prefer the term Special.

They are Consumers.

In the search for a non-offensive term, they found the only word worse than retard.  To my mind, “consumer” is a dehumanizing term.  It identifies a person as a mere means, and implies some intention to separate the consumer from their cash by selling them “goods or services”.

Consumers are cattle.  Sheep.  Lemmings.  Consumers are led by advertising.  Viral marketing campaigns.  They watch a movie trailer and tell their friends, “Yeah, that’s supposed to be good!”

Consumers are retards.

I hate consumers.

. . . and I have other words for them.  Pedestrian.  Civilian.  Cunt.

These people sit in their offices, wedged into some niche in a bureaucracy.  They think their bullshit title or their make-believe authority means something.  They look down their noses at people who perform a trade, or go home dirty at the end of the day.

This morning some jerkoff in a shirt and tie gave me a dirty look when he thought I wasn’t paying attention.  Apparently he found the state of my work clothes objectionable.  Me, the low-born pleb.

Judging from the state of his clothes, he hadn’t done any work.

I wanted to confront him.  There was something ugly in his glance.

Too stupid to get ahead.

I graduated magna cum laude from my University.

Too lazy to work a real job.

I have two, and I volunteer.

Too many tattoos . . .

In a world that made sense, men like that would not be in positions of authority.  Their authority is derived from some place in a human paper shuffle.  They are clerks.  There is no authority in that.

Authority is derived from force.  Obey the law or men with guns will come for you.  Heed the Lord Thy God, or He’ll Smite your ass.

In a world that made sense, men with guns would not heed the authority of clerks.  They are threatened with their jobs.  With their pensions.  With health-care.  They do the bidding of the PowerPoint Wizard for the sake of their bellies . . .

In a world that made sense, I would not be forced to kowtow to cripples and slaves.  Men whose power lies in manipulating some byzantine paper chase.

Submit a form.

Wait in line.

Please hold . . .

In a world that made sense the weak would not rule the strong.