Oh, what a lovely day! It's sunny and warm in London. Yes, people still talk about the weather! And why not have a bit of small talk in our blogs, ladies and gentlemen?I felt like talking to you last night but I had no energy. Worked for long hours and when I got home, feeling like flooding this blog with my insights, my body switched off. Back to dream land.
It's ok cos I had the most amazingly productive day yesterday. Worked for coca-cola in the morning for a few hours, giving out samples of the new Coke Zero, mingling sentences like "try the new Coke Zero, full taste, zero sugar" with "support the mafia" or "murders in Colombia". I know, it's not a lot of information, but you got to be quick these days. The commuters were in a hurry, thinking about their mortgages, sleepwalking quickly, suddenly bemused by this new product! I had to use those seconds of awareness wisely.
A few semi-awake commuters burst into laughter, but my work mate looked really puzzled and probably went home thinking I'm a complete lunatic. Great! My "bosses" or "coordinators" or whatever came to check our performance. They were really satisfied with my shouting. They love when I shout and "create a buzz". Hahahahaha. They looked grumpy, as all of those who want money more than anything in life. I love them. I want to give them everything.
Yeah, I think people who want money more than anything should have it. After reading Psychopath's Bible I really feel like accelerating the process of destruction of it all. Read it and you'll get it. It makes a lot of sense. Not everything in that book makes sense since it's a mind bending book, designed to make you think, but helping the stream of human disgrace run faster is an attractive task, and I want to do it. Help people get what they want, and the rest will come naturally.
Lust for power and money above all only grows in a dysfunctional society. The need for more and more and more only contaminates the emptiness inside miserable people. Most of us, I think. And doesn't matter how rich you are, you'll always want more, cos the emptiness will never go away. Hahaha. I love it! So, if the rich have never been so rich, if the population has never been so miserable, it means that the whole thing is near the bitter end, when it will swallow itself. Yeah, baby, give me more of it!!! I want to see it, first row, live on TV. It's coming!
Don't be stupid to think we "can make it better". We are so so so sad, so hungry for money, so so miserable, stuck in a world of images, dead, and the only way forward is to let them 300 people get even richer, till the whole world falls apart!
Found this really interesting text about Money versus Wealth
that illustrates brilliantly what we are discussing here.
"According to the official wisdom, even though richer, we can no longer afford what we once took for granted. How is this possible? What's gone wrong?
The problem is this: a predatory global financial system, driven by the single imperative of making ever more money for those who already have lots of it, is rapidly depleting the real capital the human, social, natural, and even physical capital on which our well-being depends.
The truly troubling part is that so many of us have become willing accomplices to what is best described as a war of money against life. It starts, in part, from our failure to recognize that money is not wealth. Wealth is something that has real value in meeting our needs and fulfilling our wants. Modern money is only a number on a piece of paper or an electronic trace in a computer that by social convention gives its holder a claim on real wealth. In our confusion we concentrate on the money to the neglect of those things that actually sustain a good life."
Oh, got a bit carried away. What was I saying? Oh, yes, work. In the evening I worked for Bacardi. Nothing better than alcohol to keep them territorial... mammals... so so stupid...
By the way, I'm feeling fine. Me and the crap-eating salps.
16 comments:
Fantastic!
I sit here stunned and blinded by the brilliance of that offering.
Love the soft subversion of the quiet revolutionary (well...not exactly quiet) slipping in counter-messages while hawking the goods of the corporate monster. Beautiful! Sheer genius.
The Psychopath's Bible, huh? Been warned about that old-time religion. Gonna have to get me some more bookshelves, but first I'll have to get some more money. It's a conundrum, a mystery wrapped in a riddle.
But, you are so right. Like rats in a squirrel cage, the more we make it spin, the more we want it to spin faster.
It is a wicked, vicious circle that truly is in the process of laying us low.
Money: just don't love it.
Would that be the all-singing, all-dancing crap-eating salps?
Twit- You're beginning to confound and concern me.
Actually, it's all pretty serious, and pretty funny. It's all pretty seriously funny.
But, in defense of the salps:
THEY AREN'T CRAP-EATERS.
Well, someone had to stand with them in their heroic efforts to save us all by completing the CO2 sink process of phytoplankton.
Which IS what they eat, btw.
I'd known for a long time that phytoplankton were a major planetary functionary for dealing with CO2, but I never dreamed the process hinged on these salps, with their crap so vile no other ocean organism will touch it.
Quixotic little bastards have totally won me over.
Oh, what a tangled web...
It's too late, Paula. You've even got Twit calling them "crap-eaters" (even if he does tart it up a bit with all that talk of singing and dancing).
These salps have cheered me up some, I'm considering naming something after them, but I'm not sure what.
It's funny (and a little disturbing) what makes my heart sing, these days.
My comment was a reference to this rant from Fight Club: "You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your fucking khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world."
It felt apt at the time because Paulette's post had quite a Tyler Durden-esque vibe about it.
I love explaining my cryptic wit
(& that was irony).
aaaaahhhhhhHHHHHHHHHHHH!
You're beginning to enjoy yourself a little too much, Twit.
But, as usual, you're spot on.
We may be "the all sing, all dancing crap of the world", but we can still aspire to being the untouchable all singing, all dancing crap of the world: SALPDOM.
Fight Club has too many rules.
Fight Club is my favourite film...
How long have salps existed?
What if they're a new life-form, taking advantage of a new ecological niche?
The darling little crap-eaters. I want a pet salp. Where can I get one?
In low doses, alcohol acts as a mild first-circuit sedative / narcotic, according to RAW's classification, like opiates.
In larger doses, it puts the second-circuit anal-territorial circuit into over-drive.
A glass or two of red wine a day is apparently healthy for you.
More interestingly, low doses of alcohol seem to improve retention in second-language acquisition and improve language learning. Strange.
Then you cross a certain line, and you're a drooling, shouting, territorial drunk. According to the stereotype.
But spare a thought for those poor souls for whom it's the only way to peel back the layers of repression and bludgeon the 3rd rational-semantic circuit (the producer of endless mental chatter; the internal critic) into reeling, stumbling inactivity.
Or what would you recommend for them?
Maybe to shut up and sit in the corner, wishing they didn't give a damn enough to get up and dance on the tables, get cancer from all their swallowed-up passion and hate, die, and be reborn with better luck next time.
Oh the humanity. That seems so cruel.
When did you read the Psychopath's Bible? I carefully have been trying to keep that book away from you for a year now. Dangerous, dangerous. Destroying consensus reality is all good and well, of course, but I have a few things left to do here before you go about immanentising the eschaton.
"slipping in counter-messages while hawking the goods of the corporate monster. Beautiful! Sheer genius."
Yes, it's really very clever. The commuting masses get their occasional jolt of reality, and Paulette avoids cognitive dissonance and retains her moral integrity. Bravissimo!
Slipery Salp, you are my favourite salp! Yes, I think they should sit in the corner or take a considerable amount of LSD, go mad, walk on fire and come back to "reality" able to enjoy ONE or TWO glasses of fine red wine.
I'm a happy happy salp, zippedy-dippedy-dippedy-doo! Happy happy slippery salp! Wobbly wobbly wobbly salp! Wobble wobble wobble, jelly on the plate, wobble wobble wobble, jelly on the floor!
Ok, answer accepted. LSD and fire-walking (but not for me! oh no, not me, I'd evaporate... I'll just take LSD and wobble wobble wobble, salp in the sky with diamonds)
"I sit here stunned and blinded..."
Blinded? You didn't... ummm... over this post? I mean, you didn't... ahh...
Never mind.
A glass or two of wine helps one study for the test. But only if one has a glass or two of wine as one takes the test.
It's true, and it's the law.
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