tag:fubar.com,2010:blog-112975 Wed, 29 Aug 2007 12:24:42 -0700 A fubar user blog. http://www.fubar.com/blog/112975 noreply@fubar.com (Brutal Toaster Strudel Badass) fubar tag:fubar.com,2010:BlogRSS-112975.post-500580 Wed, 29 Aug 2007 12:24:42 -0700 2007-08-29T12:24:42-07:00 It 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. noreply@fubar.com (Brutal Toaster Strudel Badass) http://www.fubar.com/blog/112975/500580#viewcomments http://www.fubar.com/blog/112975/500580 tag:fubar.com,2010:BlogRSS-112975.post-495461 Sun, 26 Aug 2007 01:06:11 -0700 2007-08-26T01:06:11-07:00 Fandom. 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! ! ! ! noreply@fubar.com (Brutal Toaster Strudel Badass) http://www.fubar.com/blog/112975/495461#viewcomments http://www.fubar.com/blog/112975/495461 tag:fubar.com,2010:BlogRSS-112975.post-469590 Wed, 08 Aug 2007 10:16:34 -0700 2007-08-08T10:16:34-07:00 I 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 lies. noreply@fubar.com (Brutal Toaster Strudel Badass) http://www.fubar.com/blog/112975/469590#viewcomments http://www.fubar.com/blog/112975/469590