Bestiality: the new perve celebrated in the media

 Bunny farts, my dear men and women who read this blog.   Asked 'what's invisible and smells like carrots,' a wise man said, "Bunny farts."  In many social strata human flatus is archly considered, likely enough when spoken of, and the more demonstrative sense manifests when  a person walks into a room and lets rip a one hundred eighty decibel ear shattering  fart.

In the 1950s all it took to create a media scandal was an appearance of a possible dalliance.  It looked like two people were fucking without a license.  Once the public tired of weak innuendos, it was necessary to get a person on film committing an abomination, any will do.  

The most recent and long running curse was pedophilia, especially friends and other affines romping on what used to be Epstein's island.   Sin city.    Long before that story broke there had been a satanic panic that gave the world the McMartin case and other famous witch hunts.  True crime shows reveled in ritual exposure and capture of perverts on the move.  Chris Hansen was a new Sherlock Holmes.   But now there's a whole new dance step:  People are being investigated and prosecuted for having sex with animals.

I hate perverts and don't associate with sex offenders.   I dislike witch hunts, too.   Maybe John and Jane Q Public should mind its own fucking business and find productive ways of plodding to oblivion.  No dog and cat molesters will ever be welcome in my private, law abiding nether world.  

I am taking solace in observing people from a safe distance.    Ecce Homo, if you don't mind me quoting a foreign phrase.    I call  it keeping farting distance away from possible antagonists, all billions of them.   A person could count on prayer beads all the bases upon which people don't care for one another.  OTOH, who's counting?

Not for nothing, Anti-Natalism must be brought to open talk in public. It's the only practical thing in Envirnmentalism.

 

Okay, here’s me again being a big fat stupid blowhard about shit that doesn’t really concern me.   I’m a lone flesh Temu appliance among Rolex watches and Maseratis.   Thank you for ambling aboard.

It’s the city’s proposed mandatory paid parental leave.   It will put people out of jobs and out of business, and will deter creation of new private small business, desperately needed here. I’ll shut the fuck up about this in a second, not my fucking business, and I respect the privacy and personal agency of people all over, many of whom want to have baby brats at the expense of society.  Soon as I finish talking about an aniti-natalist agenda I’ll shut the fuck up about the way stupid people insist on having children as the Earth drowns in human waste.     Anti-natalism is a tiny political movement at large with  an agenda to reduce populations by reducing the birthrate, voluntarily,  effectuated through education.  And it takes a healthy pile of gray matter to comprehend my point:    I believe the best and most practicable environmentalism individuals can practice is to have fewer, or no, children.    

It is my opinion that after decades of ‘reducing carbon footprints’ individuals maxed out their options for reducing damage to Earth and atmosphere.  At the same time corporations have continued contaminating Earth, air and water.   News has it the data centers will double demand for electricity.   City power grids have been at risk of overload for decades.   The ways, all many, of producing electricity can be dirty as a vagrant’s underies.   Fracking has damaged the ground and atmosphere no end.   As pollution from one source is abated, new sources come in tow with advancing technology.   

My position here is that the only thing individuals, randos, peons and commoners can do to save Earth from slow annihilation is to quit farting out ugly, stupid obnoxious and tiresome babies.  Stop having babies.   Babies are a pain in the ass. Less people, less ugliness, poverty, ignorance and disease. Are we blind to how ugly babies are? People have been aware forever of overpopulation world wide. Stop producing greedy consumers. A baby could grow up to be the next Hitler. People suck. People are in a global ethics crisis. Less is more.

Artificial Intelligence and the Power Of Positive Thinking

 

The new manic depressive disorder is called dystopian/utopian attitude problem.   It is mostly AI that is effectuating this semantic and performative change in the language of living with technology.     Happy people see that artificial intelligence will provide them all goods and services free of charge as robots do all the work, 24/7, happy as electro-mechanical pigs in shit.  

You all know me as a rollicking rowdy free spirit...who loves to play pool

 

Gather 'round, hunters, gatherers, cowpokes, jamokes and hard cases.   It's time for ya'll to listen to me moan.  I moan audible.  Not loud.   You can hear me doing it.  That's what matters.   What  moves mind and body from material to supernatural sensations.   Faith holds congress with belief in sensuality.

I moan for the death of common pool halls.   I sure as fuck don't have an eight foot slate billiard table here in my own private East Buttfuck.   There ain't no pool halls  left open for business in this sorry miserable place not deserving of it's pompous jackass-sounding name.   I'm not naming where this violent pestilential behavior  is spreading gloom and collective torpor.   But there's no chance or operating a pool hall in this district, and most other districts, without assholes shooting someone over a squabble.

People aren't playing pool, I'm not playing pool, and this  is only one of the most far away reasons Poorly Rotating Earth is going to shit.   

 

Do you hear the sound of amelioration?   I do.  It is like a Niad singing while doing the back float behind Cleo-fucking-patra's fucking barge.  I realized there is no such thing as a good politician.   The be-bop coolness of what used to be representative democracy has given way to dance club synthesizer pulse, flashing dance floor oligarchy.   Like a calypso singer, who cares?   Shoo-wop-diddly.

There is no liberal.  No conservative.  No Dems.  No GOPs.   No pathetic stupid third political party, that everyone should already know splits tickets and loses elections.   Third parties can accidentally or nefariously cause one of the two other parties to win. 

This is about acting on the basis of ethics.   Vote quietly, don't campaign too much.  Little is best.   Absent of honest happy representative government the best thing voters can do is to write to legislators and newspapers and magazines and television stations, asking they support the agendas you hope to realize.   That aside, I suggest, quietly, docile-like, radical politics of recent yesteryear appear to be sobbing in the powder room.  Quit the rough stuff, do power of the pen.

 

Sorry.  People are un-inventive twits and this is burdening progress.   With food prices astronomical no one is suggesting the government release cows, horses and pigs in urban areas like here.   And it is imperative that live stock be allowed to sink or swim in the local forests as people spear the animals for their dinners.

 Everyone should be practicing with a sport javelin, in their back yards or at the city parks, so to prepare for the real event.  Hunting and gathering.  Surely someone from CMU knows how to grow fruits and vegetables in a miserable excuse for a town, such as here?  To fill out our miserable diets, now that a  one pound bag of rice costs eighty dollars?

We should all be eating free ham.  Feral pigs!  Why not?  Free range ham, if you will.  And beef.  Horse meat, too.   Why do people assume commercial beef is better?    And the hunting and gathering will help obese hunters and gatherers shed those bulging love handles.    This is gonna' be great.   Release farm animals in city parks.  Also, we need more apes and giraffes.  I know we can swing this.  It'll bring tourists downtown to see the beasts.