seriously im going to drown myself.
IN DAT PUSSSAY
seriously im going to drown myself.
IN DAT PUSSSAY
Will The Hangover III be awful?
With greater certainty than the sun rising in the east, yes.
Will I see it anyway?
Will Anchorman 2 be worthwhile?
Highly doubtful, but stranger things have happened.
Will I see that one?
Quicker than you can say “sex panther.”
Sometimes, it’s about the journey, not the destination.
also I’d round up all the math teachers and put them in a big internment camp
That would be part of my “War on Math”
that and the outlawing of numbers
it’s kind of unfair how white people can tan their skin and it’s not really frowned upon by other white people but black people can’t lighten (not necessarily bleach) their skin and the whole black community is up in arms.
It’s not just white and black people that are doing things to change their skin tone either. Sometimes Asian will Lighten their skin as well.
first let me say there is a difference between lightening soaps/creams and bleaching soaps/creams.
Bleaching the skin means it can NOT go back to the original color. You have changed the skin pigmentation permanently.
Lightening the skin is NOT permanent an is most often used to even out the one of someone’s skin like of the have dark spots or blotches. When you stop the use of most skin Lightening soaps or creams (that do not have the bleaching ingredient in them) your skin will eventually return back to it’s original color or a smoother version of it.
Either way, why should it matter what someone else is doing with their own bodies if its not harming anyone else…
If I were governor of a state I’d secede and declare the entire state to be a soviet satellite and then start claiming territories in neighboring states
also I think I’d do weird stuff like ban all forms of transport besides unicycles mandate that everybody has to wear pajamaralls and comission thousands of statues of myself of all conceivable scales to be placed seemingly at random throughout the state as if they just dropped from the sky and also enforce really strict segregation of the population by shoe size
because I mean at any given time there are 50 governors you gotta do something big if you wanna be remembered
I served capitalism very faithfully for very many years. And now, like most servants, I know a good deal about it both in dress clothes and work clothes, and even without any clothes at all.
I have studied socialism closely for many years, critically at first, and then quite sympathetically.
What I have learned about corporate capitalism, roughly, is that it is an act of theft, by and large, through which a very few live very high off the work, invention, and creativity of very many others. It is the Grand Larceny of our particular time in history, the Grand Larceny in which a future of freedom which could have followed the collapse of feudalism was stolen from under our noses by a bunch of new bosses doing the same old things.
What I have learned about state socialism, roughly, is that it is an act of betrayal through which aspirations for a humane and cooperative way of living together and in peace are sacrificed to or stolen by bureaucrats who have contrived a new synthesis of capitalism’s obsessive bookkeeping with feudalism’s top-down, absolute authority. It seems the worst of all possible worlds, a mirror image of corporate capitalism, reflecting the same ultimate purpose: to produce a social order in which docile, carefully taught people follow, without whimper or shout, the commands of a ruling class.
Though it all I have been a patient part of the American two-party system. A conscientious payer of taxes. A volunteer in wartime. A persistent Dreamer of the American Dream. A persistent pathfinder along the American Way. A devoted employee. A loyal worker. A player on the team. A player of the game. A pillar of the church. A maker of substantial salaries. A hunter of witches. And Reds. A dweller in the better neighborhoods. A dresser in the right styles. A laugher at the right jokes. A prompt payer of bills and conscientious seeker of new debt into which, with proper capitalist zeal, I could plunge for God, the Rockefellers, and, great glory almighty, that all-American, pasteurized, deodorized, sanitized, improved, sanctified, holiest of all ghosts: PROGRESS.
I don’t believe in those things now.
It’s not because of some book I read or some speech I heard, or some fad that passed with a lilting song and a snappy step. I don’t believe in those things because they are bad for your health, bad for your head, and because they are tunes played by someone else’s piper, for someone else’s payment. They are things we do because we are taught or told to. They simply do not make sense, common sense for common people. They make sense for a very few people. They make dollars and cents for those people. Billions of dollars. They make those billions for those people who do the least, not the most, work; who add the least, not the most, to the common store of knowledge, beauty, science, and invention.
There are almost no superrich creative people. The superrich are served by creative people, made richer by them; their histories are written by them, their myths are fashioned by them. I did some of that work. I never will again. I feel free now from service to the superrich and to the praise-shouting, order-taking politicians who do their bidding in a supposedly democratic government which, almost from its outset, has served the long-term interests of the rich against the interests of the people who do the work.
In turning from the religion of capitalism, it might be tempting to seek a new Rome, to trade Wall Street for Moscow- but no. I have lost my faith in capitalism. I know I have lost my faith in capitalism. But I haven’t lost my mind. I would not trade service to the cashiers for service to the commissars. A servant is a servant still, even if the masters are swapped.
No. I have found something a good deal better, I think, than faith now. I have found hard and good work, good and fast friends, the pleasures of neighborhood life, the treasures of cooperative living, and the measure of human meaning by the facts of human action and human love.
In the process, I feel fine. But there are some other considerations- publicly at any rate. I am a tax resister.
I refuse to support a predatory government which wastes the work of the citizens on welfare programs which debase, harass, and regiment the poor into a special political constituency- without even scratching the surface of a solution to poverty, a solution which, common sense tells us, is to be found in work.
Conservatives often say that they want welfare recipients to work. What they want is merely menial service, people willing to be the servants of the well-to-do. They do not want work to mean the sort of independence that will be discussed throughout this book: the work of self-managing people. Liberals, on the other hand, don’t want welfare recipients to work. They want them to be clients of their liberal programs, programs which depends upon retaining a constituency of dependent poor rather than upon encouraging independent and therefore quite probably anti-liberal, self managing workers. state socialists want the poor mainly as cannon fodder for their supposedly revolutionary movements; movements which are more in the nature of palace coups than real revolutions, deposing one ruler, installing another.
I refuse to support a government which wastes the work and lives of citizens in war programs which do not defend the citizens, which make some rich and others dead, which reflect the dreams of empire rather than the good works of democratic life.
If everyone took that attitude, I have been told, democracy would fail. The rulers say that. The rich men say that. The women in the social clubs say that. The professors say that. The labor bosses say that. The factory bosses say that. The professional patriots say that.
Common sense says something else. If everyone took the attitude of refusing to support government which offends them, which transgresses their own good sense and morality, we would have democratic life in the fullest, most participatory sense. Government which could not find the loyal support of people would fall. Government which could find the support of only some people would have to move with modified respect to those who would not support it. And everyone would be absolutely responsible themselves for what government did not do and did do. Perhaps it is true that government of the absolutist, winner-take-all kind we have today would fall. But in its place would rise a system of governance rooted firmly and absolutely in the will of the people and not in the whims of their representatives.
I have heard so-called conservatives preach mightily for government which is absolutely subservient to the people, to the citizens, government which is merely a reflection of actions which people want to take in a concerted fashion. Then I have heard those selfsame conservatives denounce as lawbreakers any who defy the will of the state, the rules of the government. They cry for self-reliance and conscience on the one hand, they scream for its abandonment on the other. There can be no rationalization of that in the weary cry of permitting the will of the majority to rule supreme. that was the German plea. It was the law of the land that sent the millions to their barbarous, incinerated deaths. Well, most people, again, in common sense, have come to know that the co-called will of the majority must never be an excuse for a lapse of conscience by any person. Conservatives who betray their conscience when the majority speaks are true collectivists, believing only that in an arithmetical mass majority, a set of numbers that rules their lives, sets the rules, overwhelms their conscience.
Collectivists of the supposedly opposite stripe- liberals and state socialists- say the same thing. They are conservative collectivists too. But they are more frank. they know that the will of the majority is always filtered through the whims of the rulers. And they accept, they applaud, they wheel into line behind the pronouncement of ruling elites, like well-drilled soldiers they hup-two-three, proud that ideology thinks for them, glorying in the figures they follow, wallowing in self-abasement, eager to be the most obedient, ravenous to chew to pieces the deviant or the questioner.
The conservatives call it law and order; liberals and the state socialists call it democratic centralism. Conservatives refer to traditions and mean the privileges which affect them. The liberals and state socialists refer to the people and mean the leaders.
There are other so-called conservatives and other socialists who do really believe in liberty and the ability of people to manage their own lives. There is a common theme in what they say and what they do.
I have worked with both the liberty-loving conservatives and the life-loving socialists and the differences between them have seemed smaller and smaller over the years. Common sense says that. Not the rulebooks.
And so I resist. I resist this capitalist nation-state and I resist the one that the liberals and state socialists want to replace it with.
If I were president I would
fucking ellen is the best
this is literally the ONLY thing I;ve heard about Ambercrombie that was actually worth hearing
That can be your pen name.
Your “Wolfi Landstreicher”.
I’m so pathetic because there’s a part of me that’s like “Wouldn’t it be cool to be a really great stand-up comic with a bunch of albums and HBO specials who also has written like 5 books about comedy & comedians and produces documentaries about them for HBO and who also also writes political philosophy shit that’s actually not really dumb maybe under a pen name or something but nobody knows about that until many years later and everybody’s like, “man he truly was a genius”. “