What is it, that thing we call embarrassment? A natural reaction to dumb actions? An indicator of social awkwardness? A beacon to show how we feel inside? No one knows for sure(hearsay, I really have no clue if there is a known cause for embarrassment but do you?) but I'm pretty sure I've got a good theory brewing. What purpose does embarrassment serve? Really think about this one and chew on it for a bit and when you finally get the computer out of your mouth look back at the page,and assuming its still in good shape, read this: i think you have a problem if you see embarrassment as something useful. Embarrassment is a created constraint, a lot like capitalization. But think about why. Its because you've been broken in. You've been trained like a pup. A particularly naughty pup too. The reason I called you, the gentle reader(hehe...gentle), a trained pup is because from a young age you were taught Right and Wrong. You were brought up to know and believe certain things and I'm not saying there is a problem with those great values your Mom and Pop instilled in you, but why did they teach you embarrassment. Before you try to argue that embarrassment isn't learned, have you ever seen an animal be embarrassed in the wild? I haven't and I've watched quite few shows on Animal Planet in my time. Not a single blush or hiding after slipping up. Why do humans need this too? SO that we're civilized I guess. But what about "uncivilized" people, yes even they have that silly thing called embarrassment, though the standards aren't the same as our own. Ridiculous, isn't it? That society deigns to control the color of your face. Is it right that someone else decides what makes you squirm? Probably not, but it happens. So next time you start to blush or feel awkward, just look around and ask yourself: "Who controls my emotional state?"
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Tuesday, October 23, 2007
That Asshole Darwin and Flying Monkeys
Right, so I am the asshole here. I will balance Andrews level head and lack of assumptions. I will lay waste to logic- it makes no sense- You can prove anything. I will do it with a truly unique wrting style: straight from the stains of inner America and a stream of conciousness taint that will merely confuse most. DEAL. This doesnt have to make logical sense. You understand and that's all that matters (ex. remember when teachers made you show your work even though you got the right answer...?). We will not get any more creative alone, but Ill be damned if the sobering experience of the world won't give us something new to bitch about. That made no sense. Go cry.
I hate natural selection. It is the devil’s plaything. Darwin stole all my fun, well maybe not Darwin, but he told me I would never have any more fun and that is insolence I will not tolerate. Without Darwin I could have lived in ignorant bliss of the fact that I will never in this suppository of existence have to defend myself against a flying monkey (eg. Wizard of Oz). No, I will never truly appreciate my existence in anything more than theory, and if Charles were alive I can assure you that at least once a month threatening bricks would break his windows (windows... such an ugly word) for his raping of my dreams in this fleeting life.
Let me clarify, and for some of the ignorant among the readers, I compel you stop here.
Good. Now those of us who are actual products of the theory rather than detrimental regurgitations of this backward horrible repugnance of nature holding the world to slow random change splintered by the recessions that only minority realize are faced-- can continue to read. (More and more convoluted until only I can understand what is going on here. This is my head- no filter- access- I dare you try.) ((I am not sure that was either relevant or necessary.))
Like I said, I wish that I would see flying monkeys attack. Life would never be so interesting. I fain wish that I could beat off (no---- but yes?) those devils from above each day on my way to school from the parking lot. Those iconic creatures that haunt every nook and cranny, for some of us occupy the same closets as our abuses, never seem to be real. I’m pissed- not just because we’re out of fruit loops.
Ignoring the fact that Darwin’s ideas are shit—seriously, how can human life be the best thing in millions of years of natural practice- either his ideas suck or nature does. Nature does not suck, from what I was told until it spewed from every orifice: God is nature; however, if God is flawed and God created man in his image; then man is flawed; the fact I exist contradicts this; so we must accept the secondary (sounds sort of like the argument for no god- can’t prove it so must be the other...? fuck me... it all makes sense now). Anyway, Darwin tells me I am never going to see a good change, like monkeys developing wings, or vampires coming back (they existed just 20 years ago I’m told), or dragons eating that gutter-slut Guinevere. That upsets me- the Katrina inside shall not calm.
We were better when we were not the top of the food chain. We felt so much more and took so much more pleasure. Every last moment that we were alive was an adventure. We created so many advances to get along. We invented genocide to decrease the food sources and thus decrease our predators. We* destroyed anything that held us back from the survival of the day—dodos being an example.
*Remember that this time I us the plural 1st person I am in reality referring to the singular of the same.
What I am trying to say is that every time we took a step away from all those around us we grew further away from what life is really about and started to get tied down by the restraints of our own strength. We created games to entertain our instincts that by now have been willingly to hell: the economy, art (specifically modern- in all seriousness, this raucous, belligerent insult to humanity would not be anything lost if someone would devastate each and every last modern art gallery with fire- this is a call to arms), and the idea of “self esteem”.
If vampires would team up with killer flying monkeys to carry off our children and actually provide come sort of challenge to our lazy gutless selves maybe these puerile ideas of glory, expectations of fair fights, and the general theories of adult “age” would dissipate into what they are worth. Nothing.
We are left with two options go forwards or backwards. Those ignorant who are still reading as I implored against are about to get a mind fuck- we take both (yea, go to hell, you should’ve listened). We must both go back in time and grow monkey/vampire hybrids.
The abhorrent among us have just left. Thank you.
The back in time thing, yes, we need to travel back in time. Backwards is sometimes a good thing, especially ideas, we see this every day in the rural parts of our country. They push us to better our ideas, and to truly see how disappointing human faith can become. By backward in time I am obviously referencing the Invasion of England in 1066. We need to go back to that and stop English history. The crap that constantly is spewed from the mouths of people my age is astounding. They don’t SHUT. UP.
THINK.
I am proposing that we stop the history of English development and thus the abominations that spill forth from the grungy crevasses of today’s youth in their papers, speeches, and everyday usage. Sometimes I question the value of Literacy itself.
That tirade was tangential at best. It has nothing actually to do with the argument. It did, however, allow me to skin the cat that is required of me by dicking with readers who try to question my pure thought.
Whatever. We must go forward. We must all find a new reason to stay alive past blasé games invented to occupy the imbecilic masses. I predict vampire monkeys for the future—but we need something now (ha ha -insert Cheney reference here-). For now that we all see (how fears string us out like crack) maybe we can accept death and get out of this life alive.
Monday, October 22, 2007
The Iconic First Post
A real-life blog, imagine that. Forrest and I discussed it for a few days and we thought, Why not? So here it is post number one in our new blog. Hopefully it will be somewhat insightful and interesting. The idea is to give a somewhat younger point-of-view on the world in general. No off-limit topics here, its all up for grabs. There's a lot wrong in the world today and so many people are numb to it. Forrest and myself are always intrigued and drawn to these issues and want to confront them in our own ways. SO without further ado, Your Insolence Will Not Be Tolerated's first post.
Now that the whole introduction bit is over I want to get right to it. Why are Americans so afraid of everything? It makes no sense for a nation that prides itself on over the top patriotism, heroism, and bravery that we would be so shelled up and cushioned against the world. Look at it this way, politicians are the people's servants yet they must always protect themselves from the people. Why else would they use all that bulletproof glass in their motorcades and be followed by top security all the time? Remember when campus police tasered a student at forum featuring John Kerry? And yet across the world in the country of Pakistan where speech isn't always free, Benazir Bhutto returning from self-imposed exile rode in an open bus with no barrier whatsoever between her and the people. She subjected herself to whatever attacks were planned by her opposition, which turned out to be massive bomb attacks. Bhutto knew the risks too, it was discovered she wrote a sealed letter, to be opened if she died that day, about who should be investigated in relation to her killing. That's bravery, patriotism, heroism all at once. Now I'm not asking U.S. political figures to ride around on buses, waiting for someone to detonate bombs in their vicinity but couldn't they all just take a little time to be truly there for the people instead of pretending like they are better than everyone else whilst hiding behind the tinted glass of their armored limos or riding in their secure helicopters.