It’s no secret that I’m extremely classist, and bitter, and have violent fantasies of hurting rich kids. I’ve even told my parents that I resent the circumstances. I don’t resent them, I just resent not having a silver spoon, so to speak. To give an example of my deep hatred: do you remember that scene from Scarface? The one where Tony Montana is supposed to blow up a car, but there is a kid in the car, and Tony doesn’t go through with it. I would totally have done it, and enjoyed the bourgeois kids demise. I think I’ll always be burdened with this massive chip on my shoulder. You can do everything right in life, and still not get ahead. It seems you have to win the birth lottery to get anywhere. I’ll probably never lose this hatred, and whether it be whining on the internet, or actually taking action and joining a revolutionary mob with a guillotine. I’ll also never lose my desire to have money and power, but not necessarily fame. The thought that there are people out there that just get handed the keys to the kingdom is beyond revolting, and infuriating. In short, I’m mad that I wasn’t born rich, and I want those that were to be punished dearly for it. As for my future, I envision that I’ll be dead on the street, or a big success. There is no middle ground. Before anyone says get help, remember, help costs money, and I’m not rolling in the dough. Mental healthcare in this country was gutted thanks to Ronald Reagan. I consider republicans to be my natural enemy. They rig the game to keep me down. I have to vent like this to keep myself from exploding.
Rich people are not special. Rich people are full of crap and are slowly decaying into nothingness. It all goes back to SPONCH. I want you to remember the acronym SPONCH. That stands for Sulfur, Phosphorus, Oxygen, Nitrogen, Carbon and Hydrogen. These are the elements life needs and is made of and are some of the most abundant elements in the universe. Nobody is made of special stuff. Take celebrities for instance: some people are all about the separation of performer and fan, but they are all equally worthless in a cosmic sense. I ask, what makes them special? Who do they think they are? Answer: nothing. Nothing but mere cosmic flotsam comprised of common elements from exploded star guts. Regardless of their ability to make pleasant sounds with their vocal cords, or put spherical objects through hoops and goals, it is all irrelevant. Don’t go gaga over famous walking, decaying matter in a universe of increasing entropy, join hands and realize we’re all screwed regardless of what we do. This is why I despise cops and soldiers so much. They act as tribal border guards, protecting and enforcing the will of these gilded nothings. Worthless, disposable dogs just following ZE ORDERS! I don’t know who I hate more, the rich, or their lap dogs. Either way, humanity needs to do better, or it will be blown out like a candle in a maelstrom against a backdrop of forever darkness.
I guess I’m rather nihilistic at the moment. Basically, screw all institutions that exist to divide and conquer. I believe celebrities exist only to control the minds of the people and polarize them. This is why I hate them. That, and the fact that they are nothing special, as I spelled out, and that they have money and power. Mere political propaganda puppets. Screw all that worship them and screw all that serve and protect them, as well as the politicians.
So, how are you doing this afternoon?
