Eighteen days and no cigarettes. After quitting smoking I find that my sense of smell has improved and this makes me want to start again; the air reeks of pollution and acid. However, the worst stench is that of my lungs cleaning themselves out. If you smoke and you are thinking of quitting, don't. You're better off dying without having smelled the collection of tar and halitosis bacteria you've been sucking down in there for however many years. For the past two weeks I've been hacking up sewage. Whoever invented cigarettes should be castrated and forced to smoke their severed cock. This could be my slipping sanity speaking or maybe I honestly feel this way.
Time is limited. Next week I may post another excerpt from "Polarity". The first chapter was not, to be honest, as much read as I had hoped, but it is only a few pages long, and all that happens is the slaughter of a poor Mexican worker by a group of psychotic rednecks.
Speaking of Mexicans, I was asked a few weeks ago why Americans cannot live like they do. The answer should be obvious but it isn't, not to Americans. We're so used to living in Capitalism that we take it for granted without thinking about what Capitalism is all about. I'm not going to spend damn near 70,000 pages on explaining it like Ayn Rand did during her career as Capitalism's greatest advocate since P.T. Barnum--instead I'll just answer the question some have asked me in a few short words.
Mexicans are raised in a Communist country. Communism, at its best is not the dictatorship we've all been taught as fine young (white) American children, but an institution of sharing. To Americans, sharing is akin to being exiled to Sheol. "What? Share with YOU? Fuck you! This is MINE! MINE! It's all about me! ME! And if I have to step on you and kick you in the fucking face to get mine I will! MINE! The sun revolves around ME!" This is how we think in America. Oh, we don't say it so blatantly, but it is true. We are a possessive people where Mexicans are not. That's why they can co-habitate 25 to a house without problems. It is Communal living, or Communism. There is a head of household who controls the goods and sundries and doles them out as needed and everyone works together, while in Capitalism there is one head of household who brings in the money to make sure that the children, wife, husband, whomever (s) do whatever the hell the head of household says, you know, dole out sexual favors, clean, do the grocery shopping, wipe their ass, et cetera, ad nauseum. In the most optimal situation, the head of household makes enough money to sit on his or her fat ass and do nothing at all for the rest of their lives and still tell everyone else what to do, and there is no sense of anything but dictatorship....
Wow. That's a cynical take on American society. Too bad it is accurate.
Well, sort of accurate. The other take is that Mexicans can all live together because they're a bunch of dirty rotten coke-dealing swine. That's the (white) American answer.
Anyway...I think my sanity has disappeared completely now. Yes, I have lost my grip. I know this because I'm going to post this fucking thing. Let it be known that these posts are only the opinion nof one of the voices in my head and do not reflect the true opinion of the collective.
Ye fucking Gods.
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