I'm almost 64 and I may have another 30-40 years on the planet during which to grow up and become a responsible member of somebody else's society. I wasn't good with family or religion, both of which showed me the door, and I didn't get the message. I opened the door, walked through, and didn't say goodbye. Never looked back.
Family values suck. Cultural values suck. National values suck. Planetary values suck. Universal values suck. The blogosphere hopes one day to suck.
What exactly is moral responsibility? Is it to make things better or put them out of their misery? That's a simple question that I usually ignore because an individual answering that question is usually a mass murderer or an inexplicable suicide. I wonder what Obama means when he uses the phrase, particularly when talking about British Petroleum.
I have never done serious time, not because I've never done serious crime, but because the crimes I've committed were written specifically to track down and round up arrogant assholes like me. Problem is that arrogant assholes don't back down and career prosecutors don't want assholes on the stand under oath. They have to spend all their time asking the judge to strike things arrogant assholes say from the record. And then we just go ahead and post what was stricken on the Internet.
My advice to any arrogant asshole out there being threatened with contempt of court is tell His or Her Honor that you object to such threats because you find the proceedings completely beneath your contempt. Worked for me, and I've been using Osama bin Laden as a handle on the Internet since 1994.
Am I serious in proposing letting loose the Gospel bird of our nuclear arsenal and let nature sort things out, as I have be suggesting for several decades? Of course I am. What have I got to lose? You? I don't need you. You don't even need you. You need something, someone, anything else.
Am I generalizing when I posit who and what you are? No, I am not. I know exactly who and what you are.
Am I interested in making you better? No.
Am I interested in you at all? No.
Well, that's not exactly true. If not for you, as George Harrison once almost sang, I would have little to laugh about. Reality is ugly and sad. You are really funny. You cheer me up by being miserable. Keep it up.
I realize that you think I am trying to make you miserable, but you are wrong. I'm not trying anything. I am. I do. And one day I won't be and won't do. That is the ultimate reality show, no survivors, no losers. Nothing at all.
Happy D-Day. Watch the first 20 minutes of Saving Private Ryan. That's what the Patriot Act was written to perpetuate. Your tax dollars at work. Eat some salami.