Posts tagged ‘empty’

Election Day 

Today is election day.
No shit, Sherlock! It isn’t as if I had been looking forward to seeing an end of all these talks, interviews and all the other campaign bullshit. It isn’t as if I’m singing “Their smiling faces, give me diarrhea” in my head, everytime I see one of these mutant grimaces flashing their teeth at me…

Someone please tell those 2,948 people that they’re morons! Oooh you did a grown up thing? Bravo!
You want a hug? A participation ribbon? A trophy? Some candy?
Fuck you!
What’s next? “I drove to work.” Give that person a medal! “I brushed my teeth!” I sense a Nobel prize winner here…

You’re supposed to vote! That is what a responsible adult living in a democracy does. All this passive aggressive “I voted” crap is empty vapid ego jerking, for the votee to feel superior. To whom?
Non voters. Guess how much of a flying fuck they give about the “I voted” bunch.
Exactly. So….
Fuck. Off.

See election info?
SEE ELECTION INFO???
If you’re eligible to vote, and you need to be educated on HOW, WHERE, WHY, and WHAT concerning this current election, ON ELECTION DAY – do us all a solid, and do not vote.
You imbecilic cunts are the reason this system is broken. For you, there should be a non-participation ribbon/trophy “To dumb to vote, so I didn’t.”

All in all, Facebook, bugger off. Leave politics alone.
Users create and discuss and participate in politics, but you ought to be neutral and STFU.

Take care.

PS: I voted. Give me validation!

[This was written on 15th October 2017.]

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Odd encounters

So I was going to relieve myself in this restaurant’s loo. 

Standing there ready to do what I came there to do, I feel the empty, judgmental gaze of a hollow eyed skull, weighing down heavy on me.


Above each of the three urinals hangs a deer skull, staring down, empty, hollow and filled with both dust and disgust. 

It had died, so it could watch you pee, for all eternity. The ultimate, and may I say, deserving, fate for an animal that doesn’t run when a car is speeding towards it.

May the lord have mercy upon their oh…he won’t.
Take care, A.

Running on empty

Saw a meme floating around the other day.

“My mind is like a browser window. There’s 14 Tabs open, 4 of which froze, somewhere there’s porn and I have no clue where that annoying music comes from.”

That’d be me. Once you increase the number of tabs, by at least a factor of 10.

Hence my dear friends, the usual Friday post has failed.

Next Week.

I promise.

In the meantime, another summer holiday pic.

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Take care,
A.

Suits.

Originally I wantednto write about TTIP and how much I hate the entire idea, and concept. But I have to admit that my knowledge of the entire deal is limited (as everyone else’s) and I could only rant around.

Instead I want to tell you about a pet peeve I have: SUITS

Yeah suits. It’s a pet peeve bordering on major psychotic hatred. Maybe because I’m biased by all the crap that has been raining down from wall street and its copies worldwide, but I hate people in suits. I see some schmuck in a suit, and I immediately assume he’s a liar, a thief, a crook who’d sell his grandmanfor the right prize (or businesses deal), a dishonest man who should not be allowed to breed (if he has the time, if his wife has the time, if the kids are even his).
I looked in the mirror at my wedding day and I had to work hard not to see a crook, a thief, a dishonest man. Same thing with all the men who attended the wedding.  I know them! Each and every one! I fracking know that they are honest people, nice, hardworking. 

It’s the god damn suit! It is tailored for empty people with empty lives, money is their only worth, and their only measurement of things, and people, and time.
Empty, meaningless exisences, who steal, lie, trick and maybe even kill to get some extra cash.

And it is such meaningless existences who are the cause for the problems in last week’s post, and who are the problem in TTIP.
Feed them chlorine washed chicken, raised on GMO corn, given to drink only that water oozing out of the ground near fracking sites, give them the minimum wage and let them try to live on an island deprived of any bees (and subspecies of bees).
Let’s see how long the empty suits can survive under these conditions…

Mathematical impossibilities

To get to some place you would first have to cross half of the way. Then half of that, then half of that, and so on. IN essence we wouldn’t get to ANY place as this half of the way thing would be continued on to infinity. Sure, distances would get so tiny that you couldn’t squeece a quark in between them, but still, we wouldn’t get anywhere!

EVER!

So I am somewhat relieved that we don’t exist in a universe of pure math, as that would of course mean that ntohing could’Ve ever clumped together to form the first stars, and the rest of the universe later on. And in turn we would’ve never made it into existance.

 

But while we are at the topic of non-existance.

If there are four people in a room, and five leave it, one person would have to enter it to make it an empty room again. If we would live in that universe I’D bee terrified to enter a room without any people in it, scared that I might end up in mathematical oblivion, capable of leaving only if there is a positive number of people in it, or by creating a negative people number, zapping into existance at the door.

 

So for now, I conclude – math is scary. Not like “Shit I hate math, this crap is scary!”.

More like “I’m scared shitless, I might get annihilated by math!”

 

Gladly we live in a universe that isn’t entirely mathematical…

 

A.

PS: got a B on my Math exam…