tag:fubar.com,2010:blog-112975Wed, 29 Aug 2007 12:24:42 -0700PoetryA fubar user blog.
email@example.com (Brutal Toaster Strudel Badass)fubartag:fubar.com,2010:BlogRSS-112975.post-500580Wed, 29 Aug 2007 12:24:42 -07002007-08-29T12:24:42-07:00The Altruists' FateIt is said that a man must live for the sake of his brothers
Sacrificing his life for the lives of all others
Who must in turn sacrifice themselves
A perpetual, groaning, and agonizing Hell.
But this is what is taught and preached
A "moral" ideal that cannot be reached
And when a man lives and acts for his own joy
This "morality" they shriek he's out to destroy
There is no man quite as unkind
As the man who tells you to abandon your mind
To follow your heart, to be blind as a mole
And to do what is right, by the collective soul.
He tells you that you must love all men
Even if they are unworthy-- ESPECIALLY then
That's when you owe them your love even more
And the undeserving feed from the running, open sore
Which is all that remains of your splintered soul
Ready to collapse into the black hole
Of the man you never were, but could have been
But wanting to live, you were taught was a sin.
So you forget your ambition, abandon your desire
In an effort to aim for what was said to be higher
To lose your mind to the masses, and yourself in the collective, the whole
And you wonder why there is no chance for your soul
(When you substitute justice for mercy)
When you sacrifice what's good for what's not
When you reject reason and rationality for mystical ambiguities.
What could you ever hope to be, but a floating sac of generalities?
There is nothing of substance within.
You are empty.
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tag:fubar.com,2010:BlogRSS-112975.post-495461Sun, 26 Aug 2007 01:06:11 -07002007-08-26T01:06:11-07:00FANDOMFandom. It ruins everything beautiful and good.
No...it doesn't ruin...it castrates. It dilutes it to the view of the public, by making it seem like something warm and fuzzy and soft. Then it's just another point of view, just another opinion. It's so gay.
Fandom turns enthusiasm into near cultishness.
Make it stop.
It's what casts Angelina Jolie as Dagny Taggart. It's what makes people happily interested in hearing that Brad Pitt wants to play Howard Roark. These people DON'T live up to them!
They're fictional characters, but they're possible...but THOSE people shouldn't portray them. I don't want the prettiest faces playing the greatest heroes... I want the BEST actors...I want the BEST people. Jolie goes against everything about Atlas Shrugged, and so does fucking Brad Pitt. Fuck him if he wants to play Roark, or Rearden, or Galt. He doesn't deserve it. And fuck Angelina Jolie. She's a stupid bitch.
It's not fandom making me write this...just an intense...REALLY INTENSE desire for the integrity of this book to remain in the film. I don't want to see it mutilated by these merely beautiful faces.
Fandom is the thing that takes Objectivism ideals, and tries to put it on the glossy cover of a tabloid magazine. "OOO, look it's JIM CARREY! He's SERIOUS about PHILOSOPHY! OOO, ROBERT LOWE!" It's the same shit, just more pretentious. I HATE you faggots! ! FUCK YOU ALL! ! ! !
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tag:fubar.com,2010:BlogRSS-112975.post-469590Wed, 08 Aug 2007 10:16:34 -07002007-08-08T10:16:34-07:00my poemI face the sea and taste the dawn
As the wind goes blowing on
It stirs the leaves and stalks of grass
But I stand tall and strong
Apollo rising from the deep
Leading the Sun, whose rays I keep
Locked in my eyes and in my heart
As off the ledge I leap
Into the windswept waves I dive
Into the cold, ferocious tide
I swim toward the horizon
Through the chaotic sea, I glide
With every breath I find my purpose
With every stroke I cut the surface
Against the fiercesome force around me
My will, my mind shall not prove worthless
I struggle on all through that noon
Until the dull, forboding moon
Bore to my eyes a silver stillness
My soul's aspiring to be fulfilled soon
From out the thrashing sea I rise
Surrounded by the gleaming skies
From lilac, to silver, to gold
I find the sun where glory firstname.lastname@example.org (Brutal Toaster Strudel Badass)http://fubar.com/blog/112975/469590#viewcomments