I'm Very Busy Composing A Tract

 

I know these bugs.   They traipse from the rooms on either side of my immaculate, more or less sanitary  penthouse, under the walls and base boards, the gaps in both of which provide penthouses for the blood sucking, workmanly  insects.    I am.  One with all.  No friends or enemies.  The Lone Ranger Of Zen Buddhism.    Likes and dislikes have become so meticulously soft soaped it is no longer possible to pronounce words toxic to hopeless stupid people whose tolerance for diversity has, for ever, resulted in staunch authoritarianism and institutional intolerance.   Like the Church.  There is an escalation.  A grouping of them. At large.

I believe God sent me here to compose the Assholiads, a book all about people who are assholes.  There are so many.   Social science produced the famous book, the DSM 5, the boy scout manual of insanity, or how to identify the conditions certain assholes have.  Mental conditions that makes assholes out of them.  If nothing was wrong with being schizophrenic, there wouldn't such trouble treating the condition.  Sick people can be assholes to deal with.   Forced as I was, and I'll be barking about that, too, to accept life among the hoi polloi, have brain, no earning power, I'm a philosopher, in this country fucking near a death sentence, I'm retired to a subsidized high rise apartment building, and there is an epidemic of bed bugs.  The dirty people who live in apartments adjacent to mine are probably feeding the insects champagne and caviar.  The things come out of the fucking woodwork.   I wake to find them drinking from my ass.  

Awake to find a blood sucking bug.   I'm contending here that I am among the few people who isn't an asshole.  Just a guy who didn't do too goddam well, and who has little better to do than to rewrite the social sciences to better meet common need.   Everyone is better off knowing as much as possible about people who are a piece of shit.  People who are an asshole.  It's laborious, but I am in the process of writing a book a about assholes.    A trillion pages isn't enough to fully enlighten all about this problem of people who are a piece of shit.