Now, can someone tell me, in a culture that so fears the elderly, a culture that has no respect for them... a culture that downright fears aging, why do we keep these fuckers alive? Seriously now... you see an old man walking along the street, and you see kids sticking their heads out making from the ol' codger, honking their horns, ridiculing, whatever... and when it comes to family, they loathe going to their grandparents, et al... but when it comes time for them to croak, they plug in these wires to keep them alive. hell, let's go beyond the elderly. let's look at people in general.
maybe i'm making a broad generalisation, but, Amerika seems to me, to be pretty fucking self-absorbed.it's all about me, me, me... but we spend millions, billions on keeping people alive who would be happier and truly better off, dead. not wasting away in some sterile fucking hospital room, or some bloody retirement village (old folks home) where they're miserable and stolen from, where they're forgotten by their families and merely collecting dust. we keep them alive... why?
Terry Shaivo is a good example of this. lying in a coma for only god knows how long, but she was being kept alive... for what purpose? what reason? just embrace her death, let her go on to the next great adventure, and get over it. get over yourselves. death is perfectly fucking natural and nothing to be afraid of. it isn't. plain and simple. death is nothing at all to be afraid of. they stick you in a box and bury you six foot under and don't even let you out for weekends... it may be depressing, but it's nothing to be scared of. and no, i am not afraid of dying. i have no fear of it. if i died tomorrow, i may be a bit pissed that i didn't get to pop Ash once more, but such is life. it wouldn't scare me. i would accept it. i would embrace it, and i'd step right on through the veil.
now, i'm not going to lie, it would suck to have someone die on you, but keeping them in a bed is one step away from death, as it is. surrounded by the stench of antiseptic, and the oversterility of it. that's far more depressing. eventually, you have to give up, and let 'em pass on. let 'em die in a dignified sort of way. not on their back after ten years with bed sores and what not. that's a pitiful way to die.
fuck, people, show the person you love them, and let them die.
and speaking of letting someone die, let's talk about suicide for a tick.
before anyone opens their mouths, realise this. i watched a girlfriend kill herself, and i walked in on a boyfriend who'd just hung himself, so yes, i've had people around me kill themselves. so this isn't the pissing and moaning of someone who hasn't been affected.
look it. two things have to be made perfectly clear - ONE; if someone really wants to fucking off themselves, they'll do it no matter what you say or do, it's merely delaying the inevitable to stop them, and TWO; is it really such a loss?
seriously now, take a look at it. suicidal people - worthless, mopey motherfuckers. they hate their own lives and want to bring every down with them. personally, I have no time for that shit. (and before anyone starts any mealymouthed shit about my personal ramblings... piss off. plain and simple. i may joke about suicide, and contemplate it from time to time, but i'd never be so fucking arrogant or stupid to actually do it. i merely talk about it to point out, to myself, how fucking stupid i'm being. plain and fucking simple. case fucking closed.)
NOW, on with the show. something else you need to know about these fucks who attempt suicide, or are talking seriously about it... they're just wanting the attention. (once again, back to myself... fuck you, i hate attention. and i don't want anyones fucking sympathy. or pity. i have no time for either of those things.)
They're just wanting the attention, the sympathy, the pity, whatever. so leave 'em be, and they'll realise that it doesn't work. or they'll off themselves, and we have another mass of flesh off the face of the planet, which is not a bad thing, we're over fucking populated as it is.
NEXT - if they really want to do it, why not let them? hell, why not encourage them? actually, i have to confess, that's a bit of reverse psychology, and i've used it. this chick i was talking to was going on and on about how she thought it'd be best if she killed herself. and i told her to. i did, i cannot tell a lie. i told her to do it, and even suggested ways she should. now, that wasn't the brightest idea on my part, as i could be charged with ... criminal solicitation, or some silly shit. but look... these people, they really don't deserve the gift bestowed upon them of Life.
if they cannot embrace life and enjoy it for everything that it is, and isn't. then fuck 'em, they're wasting perfectly good oxygen.
people who want to commit suicide deserve to die. that's what i'm saying. and the people who only do the attentionwhore thing, well, they deserve to die, too. and yeah, you may be losing a friend, but the world is losing a fuckup. plain and simple.
life is too precious to be wasted on the people who don't appreciate its splendor. life, itself, is the single most beautiful thing in the universe. the energy of it, makes us all gods in our own right. hell, i once maintained that we're all gods. well, i still do. because we're touched into an energy that is beyond our understanding. god lives within us all. not in the tacky Xian way, or the pagan way, which i'm not even going to get into that. but in the way that everything that is alive, is beyond beautiful, and has the brilliance that one would refer to as god. and if people can't realise that, then let 'em go.
as a populace, we're packrats of people. that's my thing. i'm a packrat of shit, this is true. so we can smell our own. but that's what we do. we're packratting these people who would, truthfully, be better off dead.
now, let's look at the dead. we keep them... we keep their earthly vessels...
why?
that, honestly, makes no sense to me. i can agree with cremation. keep an urn on the mantle place and visit it once in awhile. BUT keeping bodies, six foot under the earth... why? they won't be coming back, this ain't Transylvania, and gOD isn't Bram Stoker. they aren't coming back, folks. and it's nice, it's cute, to go visit them once in awhile. but really, who wants to? we do it because we feel obligated to. now, why do we feel obligated to? that makes no sense to me. to visit the graves. honestly now. to talk to them? like they can hear you. they can't, folks. i'm sorry, but they can't. it can't be done. there isn't a pipeline into heaven.... (i wonder what the long distance rates are to heaven?)
cemetaries are for forgotten religions.
RELIGION IS THE ROOT OF ALL EVIL! plain and simple. and it is forgotten. people don't go to church because they really believe anymore. no, they go because it's expected of them. and the people with faith, i'd venture to say, seldom go to church.
listen folks, religion has done more harm than good over the past two thousand years. has commited more murder than any political nuisance. even the current administration. has perpetrated more atrocities than the Nazi Scientists. religion is the most vile creation man has ever come up with.
look, religion is a business. it is no longer (if it ever was) about faith.
now, back to the subject.
people need faith, they need something to believe in. that's just a fact. otherwise they're fucked. they don't know how to function without serving someone or something. the human breed feels empty without their faith, and i'm NOT knocking their faith. believe as you want, i give a shit (so long as you pay me with the same respect). i'm talking about religion here.
from the Salem Witch Trials to WWII to Desert Storm II: The War for Blood and Oil, religion is a deadly business. speaking of doing these murders in the name of god (and country) ... let's speak in the view of xianity. god is all-loving (now. having a kid calmed him a bit, 'cause the old testament god was a brutal motherfucker. someone i could've gotten along with). but nonetheless, all these atrocities done in the name of god...? wha-wha-what? i don't think so. if there were a god, i would view him ... battered and bruised, tied in a chair and used as an unwilling figurehead. he's there for people to unite under. but i don't think he wants the moniker anymore.
it's just... i really don't get it. i feel sorry for gOD. all this shit done in his name, and i'll be damned if he dropped a call down to Bush to tell him it was alright to dump down into the desert and set them on fire. nope, sure didn't. and yes, i got a copy of gOD's phone bill....
but hey, i could be wrong. it's happened once or twice before.
SNAKEPIT.SERIALkiller
here we are, alone now. just you and me. down the halls we waltz. your end is in my dreams. i want to be like him. he had a dreadful life. i want to learn to shoot. i want to use a knife. i like the smell, the feel. that makes you paralysed. i am the boy next door. who put that fear in your eyes. i hope you can keep all this for yourself. i'll be your slave, and dig your grave. while we're making love, i dream revolver. they say i'm crazy. falling apart. do you like the way. i murder your heart. i'm smart, i'm cagey. i come in the night. if you let me in. you'll give up your life. he like to roll in the mud. up to his chin. now i open my head. and let his voodoo in. i rode those sissy bars. on the way to hell. sweet mother justice. we've heard it all. there's nothing left to tell. i hope you can keep this all for yourself. the man with the star says we know who you are. but i just keep singing, la di di dah. they say i'm crazy. falling apart. do you like the way. i murder your heart. i'm smart, i'm cagey. i come in the night. if you let me in. you'll give up your life. he's not the man you see at home. he's someone else inside. his life's no longer his own. he's someone else inside. waking up and you're alone. and now he's lost inside. he wants to take you to hell, but for him it's heaven. sorry to say, but you're not the only one. you're not the lonely one. that turned my light on. while i'll turn on yours. boom boom bang bang. screams and murder. if you let him in, he'll murder your heart. i'm smart, i'm cagey. i come in the night. if you let me in. you give up your life. they say i'm crazy. falling apart. do you like the way i murder your heart. i'm smart i'm cagey. i come in the night. if you let me in, i'll turn off your light.
