VI: Minute of Hate

To the youth: You shall inherit a world dying of the parasites that infest its surface. Any bullshit attempts to save it in the name of 'environmentalism' will be for nothing. Give up now. I will endorse, however, anyone who still wishes to join the 'Voluntary Human Extinction Movement' with complete support, though. Oh, and don't flatter yourself on your worth. All those negative stereotypes of Generation Y? All true.

To the old: You're no better. You may have been around during the Summer Of Love, and some of you may have gone in for the hippy ethos. But I'm sure that when the acne went away and you were faced with that nasty responsibility thing, you sold your souls for a buck and a business suit. The rape of the world, of life, continued unabated. You are as just to blame for our species' failure as the rest of us.

To the pro-life crowd: Funny how you've elevated a formless, lifeless blob of carbon as more worthy of life than the people involved in creating it. I'm sure Jesus would have gone in for the whole back alley coathanger shindig to, if the fucker had actually existed. Do us a favour, next time you think about firebombing a clinic, immolate yourself instead.

To the pro-choice crowd: I am on your side of the argument, but not for the same reasons you probably do. See, a zygote may only be a useless clump of cells, basically a kind of cancer, but as far as I'm concerned, zygotes pretty much stay cancerous beyond birth, into adulthood and onwards to death. Abortion is a moral act more in what it destroys than what it saves.

To the hegemonic (XY, low melanin, het) order: Our frantic denials of our continued role in perpetuating oppression will not save us. Lie to everyone, lie to yourself, all you want, but we revealed our true nature from the first tribal skirmish, and to the last survivor this will not change. The tide is turning; it will drown us all.

To the (XX, high melanin, homo) underclass: Perhaps you have the moral high ground now, but all this talk about wanting equality will change to the usual in-group genocidal chauvinism the instant the playing field turns level. You are human, and humans seek total dominance above anything else, and above any cost. Make no pretenses to innate moral superiority, for that shall not hold.

To everyone in general: You are not special. You are not good, worthy, or significant in any way. You are shit, a mindless chemical structure pulled along by the strings of biology, fate, and the louder mewlings of chemical structures with more experience points in this turd of a game called 'Life'. Stop all the delusions of adequacy, all your meaningless ambitions. Just stop. Go to your beige little jobs, slave away your beige little lives for beige little paychecks that just might stop your beige little family in your beige little domicile from starving for another beige little week. Walk around your beige little neighbourhood, have beige little conversations with your equally beige neighbours while secretly despising them in a beige little way. Watch beige television, eat beige food, listen to beige music, have beige sex in your beige bed and dream beige dreams. That's the best you can hope for in a world like this, so don't hope for anything better. It's not like you'd deserve anything better anyway.

God-damn, this is therapeutic.

V: Philosophical Starch

I'd sell your heart to the junkman, baby
For a buck, for a buck
If you're looking for someone to pull you out of that ditch
You're out of luck, you're out of luck

Ship is sinking
The ship is sinking
The ship is sinking

There's a leak, there's a leak in the boiler room
The poor, the lame, the blind
Who are the ones that we kept in charge?
Killers, thieves, and lawyers

God's away, God's away
God's away on business, business
God's away, God's away
God's away on business, business

Digging up the dead with a shovel and a pick
It's a job, it's a job
Bloody moon rising with a plague and a flood
Join the mob, join the mob
It's all over, it's all over
It's all over

There's a leak, there's a leak in the boiler room
The poor, the lame, the blind
Who are the ones that we kept in charge?
Killers, thieves, and lawyers

God's away, God's away
God's away on business, business
God's away, God's away on business, business

Goddamn, there's always such a big temptation
To be good, to be good
There's always free cheddar in a mousetrap, baby
It's a deal, it's a deal

God's away, God's away
God's away on business, business
God's away, God's away
God's away on business, business

I narrow my eyes like a coin slot, baby
Let her ring, let her ring

God's away, God's away
God's away on business, business
God's away, God's away
God's away on business, business

Tom Waits, 'God's Away On Business'.