Normally, I'm a very mellow, very intellectual, very new-age, sensistive guy. I'm a scientist working on a PhD. I try to be fair. I try to accept that alternate viewpoints exist, and may be valid. Tonight, however, I've had nearly a gallon of the best f'in beer in the world -- Bells
Two-hearted Ale, the essence of hoppy deliciousness. So, tonight only, for the late-night dKos crowd, I'll tell you what I really think. See my rant on the flip.
First: thank you, in advance, to the two people who post comments. It'll nearly double the number of comments I've received on
diaries.
Second: I'm a democrat, but I crave dictatorship.
Seriously.
I'm totally with Plato on this one. The only form of government worth the effort is a benevolent dictatorship. The hard part of course is the "benevolent" bit. The problem with democracy is that people are fucking idiots. As much as we talk about "the will of the people", how many of us, here, have despaired of the complete, utter, fucking idiocy of America? Why should people who spend an hour of their lives watching "Survivor" or "America's Next Top Model" be entitled to select the ruler of the Free World? Of course they shouldn't!
V0TING MUST BE ABOLISHED!!!
The 2004 election demonstrated the truth of this with absolute finality. A populace that would vote 50% for W has demonstrated, with no room for arguement, that it does not, in fact, deserve to vote on anything. Not on who can dance, not on who America's Idol is, not on who should set priorities on how $2 trillion is spent every year.
I'm sorry for advocating collective punishment, because I know some people actually give a shit. But life is harsh, and so too should be governance.
Our goal should not be "fair elections" (since "fair elections" give dipshits the chance to inflict their idiocy on the whole world), but to take control of the vote-manipulation apparatus that the republicans have so kindly developed. The toothless troglodytesshould not have a say in how the world is run. That's what somais for. I hereby volunteer to lead this effort.
Thirdly: Crucifiction must be resurrected.
Seriosly.
Who among us wouldn't want to see Dear Leader nailed up, bleeding, dying over a week's time? Some crimes are so horrible, that only extended suffering can atone. Seriosly, who among us believes that the big sky-pixie will even the scales when we die? I mean, life is so fucking fair, why shouldn't death be fair, too? It's up to us to even the scales.
Or, if political crimes are too iffy for you, how about the execrable folks who invent things like MK-77 - the "modern napalm". Bushco didn't just find a new and improved version of napalm lying on the beach -- some rat-fucking shit-eating scum-licking fucker had to invent it. Who invents new forms of napalm?!!!! Please come talk to me, here in Columbus, Ohio, 484 W 12th Ave, so I can kick your nuts all the way up to your teeth. And then piss in your skull. And then bur
I feel such a sense of rage and despair when I realised that MK-77 didn't just come to be - it was invented. The brain-power that might have gone to developing cost-effective water purification so that millions of children could live (instead of shitting themselves to death), went, instead, to figuring out new ways of burning innocent children to death.
Full disclosure: I'm a scientist. I know how fucking hard it is to invent something new. I know how goddamn much of your soul goes in to 12 hours days, living apart from those you love, struggling to create. What lives in the souls of those who give their genius to creating death? This question goes equally to Al Qaeda and the US military.
Why are people so banal? So evil? Why do I bother?
What do I really pray for, I who am emphatically atheist? Honestly?
A plague. A plague of biblical proportions that will reduce all of humanity to the stone age, or wipe us from the earth. At least the rest of the world will survive.
Update:
Ahem. Do you ever wake up with that feeling that you had a really good time last night - maybe a little crazy, but good - and then realize that 300 people came to bed with you? And now your parents are coming through the door, and you stare aghast at the sticky pools of drink and drifts of flotsam in the corners?
Let us part now, friends, and never speak, when sober, of confidences whispered while in nestled in alcohol's sweet embrace.