It's true. If you have two video screens sitting back to back, and one of them is telling the truth about something while the other one is showing tits, nobody will be congregating around the truth side.
It's sensationalism that grabs attention and the stupider the better. Just raw humping in the streets, I guess, is what fascinates people more than anything. Folks will not only go out of their way to see it but they'll push others out of the way to get a good look. After that comes gratuitous violence and posturing, ass kicking, guns shooting, fists flying, and stomping the crap out of somebody. Then I guess it's depravity, first sexual then violent. Naked slasher flicks. Texas chainsaw orgy and massacre.
How about under age blonde transsexual bimbos suspended from meat hooks in blood dripping agony, being brutally assaulted with lawn implements, while zombie cowboys masturbate on them, and then they all get lit on fire and die agonizing deaths with their charred corpses stuck in eternal coitus? Would that do the trick?
I mean, what exactly will it take? What is the climax of stupidity and depravity? What exact combination of things that should make normal people vomit, do we need to put into movie form that will finally take the cake? I mean, that will provide the ultimate overdose of sickness and filth so that it cannot be outdone; so that nothing can top it; so that once you've seen it there's nothing left to see? Because maybe if we can get that done and over with, we could get past this stage of humans stuck in pointless retarded idiocy and get on with life in the real world.
Why do I feel it's unlikely for people's taste for idiocy, depravity and filth to ever run out or reach its maximum? If you want creativity, this is where you'll find it. Someone's always ready to be more perverted, narcissistic and pointless than the last guy or gal.
Are people that sex deprived? Really? Wouldn't it seem that if people were getting enough sex they could think about something else once in a while? But that's just it, people are having sex all over the place. They always have and they always will. It's not about sex. It's about trying to get something to fill the emptiness inside and all we're shown as a society is that cheap, sneaky, dirty, taboo sex acts and grabbing tons of cash and getting away with it are the end all and be all to happiness. And though a dang impressive number of people have tried to go this route to whatever extent or degree, no one has yet seemed to notice that even if you fuck a million people and have more money than you can personally count, you're still a loser, you're still empty inside, and all you've got is a nasty case of STD's and feeling like the underside of a hooker's hob nail 6 inch pumps.
Are we done yet?
Does anyone really believe that cheap sex, cheap violence, and purchasing power make the man? Or the woman? Is it all about a matching purse and shoes? Is it all about having six-pack abs? And if you have those things but you're a total retard who can't even hold a conversation, do you still win? I don't think so but apparently some folks do, and they're proud of it too. Proud to be idiots.
Does that sound mean? I'm not trying to be mean, I'm saying what I see and what I see is old and boring and stupid and I just wish that we as a species could get over things that happen in barnyards every day of the year. Sex happens. People have it. Animals have it. It's sex. Women have boobs. They just do. So do guys. Everyone has boobs. You have boobs. I have boobs. We all have boobs. Can we get on with life now? Because there really are more important things in the world, more important for these exact people I'm talking about, than boobs or penises or slasher films or the aggregate pop stupidity of the year. Honest. Obsessions over these sorts of things have been so very egregiously sold to the public when they are nothing but a big fat lie. They are not real. They do not resemble reality. They are not natural. Or normal. Or anything worth wasting one's time investing in, believing, and attempting to copy for oneself.
Here's a big fat lie that needs a stab from the needle of reality. Six pack abs. Who cares about that? What is the reason for anyone giving a crap about six pack abs? Now women especially, answer me this question. Name one normal female activity that women do in the course of their lifetime that renders them a natural set of six pack abs. Women work their butts off, they can work themselves into the grave and many do. I don't care what any woman does in the course of her life, there is nothing that she will do that will naturally result in six pack abs. In fact, it's just the opposite. After child bearing no one is going to have six pack abs. What she will have is fat. Tummy fat. Butt fat. Bigger boobs. Folds of fat. She'll be soft and cushiony and huggable and that's how women's bodies are supposed to be. That's how they are naturally.
Now in order to get these bizarre rock hard abs, what do people do? Well, nothing natural, that's "A". "B" boils down to having an obsession with one's own body to the point of something being wrong with you. The ultimate narcissism of performing some strange little act a million times over, sitting up, lifting a little weight, and doing it over and over and over and over, day after day, month after month, as you critically eyeball your frontside in the mirror until at last you achieve rock hard abs. Oh whoopie. Good for you. All that hard work and you haven't done a damned thing for anyone in this world. Thanks so much for your contribution Sparky. What a guy. What a gal.
I'm not saying if someone cares all that much about six-pack abs they shouldn't get them, but I am saying this. Women aren't supposed to look like boys and they're not supposed to be skin and bones. Real women are real and up to now that's always been way more than good enough. I think it still is. Forget the diets and the gyms unless it's for health and well being. Be natural. Eat natural. Health is natural. Beauty is natural. Love is natural. Sex is natural. Life is natural. Attractiveness is natural. Attempting to achieve these things any other way than natural is weird, fake and creepy. You can't buy these things. You can't buy happiness. You can't find happiness in somebody else. You will never find happiness in the mirror. It will not come along with the purchase of a brand new car, a case of beer, pink hair, nose rings or in wanna-be fashions of the day. It won't happen after plastic surgery either.
You can spend your entire life chasing after things to mimic and things to buy to try to fill that hole inside and you'll never accomplish it. You have to start with the perfection you were born with, that's square one, and then you can take it from there. You already look however you look, and that's perfect. Now go have a life. Instead of doing everything but noticing you came whole and ready to go, instead of chasing after gimmicks and artificially induced daydreams of what you're "supposed" to be, just be. You can't get anywhere until you get that much behind you. Respect yourself. Respect others. Now get out there and fly free, butterfly. Be you. That's what you're here to be.
Natural doesn't cost anything either, it's totally free. Maybe that's why we never hear three cheers for natural out there. I offer this up for something to think about. When people stop looking everywhere else but within to find themselves, maybe we'll finally get somewhere in this world.
I started this piece by saying that nobody cares about truth and what's just been covered is only a part of it. Think about it now. What is less desired than somebody showing up who wants to talk about the truth of something? Nobody wants to hear it. And why? Because the truth, in this day and age, hurts. It's scary. It's downright frightening. Here we are, people with men in power who are obsessed with money and wealth and more power and more wealth and in barely a hundred or so years, their corporate enterprises have just about trashed the natural planet. Our water is poisoned, our air is poisoned, wild life is croaking all over the world, natural resources are running out, we have toxic garbage dumps spreading far and wide, and there's no end in sight. If we don't get a grip on this nonsense and change what motivates us, we're all going to die. Die. Dead. Gone. Adios. No more. See ya tortilla. Over.
You know it, I know it, everybody knows it. But what is less welcome than a group of people showing up in the offices of the powers that be that tell these truths? Nobody wants to hear it. They don't want to hear it because they're making money off the way things are and they don't want anything interfering with that.
And look at science. Here's a male dominated group of backwards, arrogant, closed minded snobs who think that nothing counts until they say it does when the fact is, they're usually the last ones to figure something out. The same goes for medicine. It's always and only after millions of real people go through something that the science boys finally start to rustle around then grudgingly say maybe there's something they should look into. Then they do their scientific tests, prove it to be true, and run around acting like it was all their idea. They still refuse to show the slightest respect to the people, still claiming that you have to be a scientist to have a clue, and they continue to keep their heads up their asses again and again and again. They're not interested in the truth. They hate the truth. They prefer the status quo. They're stuck in their dogma and their prima donna egos.
Nearly everybody's stuck in something that's phony or untrue. What the heck happened to make people so fear, distrust and despise truth? Truth is nowhere out there to be found in the plasticized, glitterati controlled, profit dominated world. You have to really dig for truth, and good luck finding any. No one will thank you when you do.
There's nowhere you can go to be with people who are all about truth. No established place at least. There is no organization or government or school or NGO who is normal, natural and realistic. Because those things don't make you any money. Everything we do, we do for the wrong reason, we do it for money. And excuse me for pointing this out, but making profits your number one motivation to do something is about the worst reason there is to do anything in this world. It's a reason so stupid we should be outraged over it by now. Profits kill people. Profits are turning the planet to crap. Profits and greed are turning society into a toilet bowl of moronitude, but we're just fine with that. Some people are getting rich from it. Everyone else is getting stupid and losing touch with reality, but that's okay. If we keep this up much longer it won't matter any more anyway.
Can't help but notice these things. Is it time to get radical and reconnect with truth yet? Can we find our way back to letting who we are be enough? Can we remember that caring about what's right and fair and nondestructive is the right way to go about things? Are we done yet sacrificing the whole of the world so that rich people can be rich, and powerful people can be powerful? Are we through yet becoming sleazified and numbed to violence and depravity so we can refresh our souls and live like human beings instead of two legged dumpster rats? Can we remember that we must respect real people first and blow off so called experts because they're no more clued in than anyone else is? Or have we crossed the no-turning-back point so that no one remembers what truth is or what really counts or that we're all just people and nobody's any lesser or more because of what they've got?
Hello? Is this thing on?
Doesn't it make sense to you that if nobody wants to face up to the things that are the most critically urgent things in our lives, and we'd rather do anything than get real, then we'd be going in exactly the wrong direction and end up in serious trouble? And aren't we in serious trouble, across the board, from the micro to the macro?
What's it going to take to wake us up I wonder?
Come to think of it, all things considered, as weird as things already are, I don't really think I want to know.