A drunken diatribe

The Rapist

 Drunk.  On a beer called “The Therapist”.   A poet’s beer.   Personally, I think it all boils down to Animalia.   Humans are just animals, like dogs or worms.   You don’t need to complicate matters.   It’s really, really simple.  We eat, and shit.   We drink, and piss.  We live, and reproduce.   That ’s really all we do.   We move things around.  We’ve created this game of capitalism and business, but really we’re all just doing logistics.  We move ourselves, ideas, money, and things around.   Simple physics.  We got to move these refrigerators, we got to move these color tv’s.  You grok?   Everything can be free, so money doesn’t really matter.   There is untold riches in your local library.  If you want to be a billionaire, well you’re just an asshole, in my opinion.  You’re equal to me.  We have the same rights.   We’re both just bodies.  And we’re gong to eat.    If you’ve got food, water,  shelter, clotihing, healthcare, and internet/libraries, you’re as rich as Bill Gates, as far as I’m concerned.  Bill can’t buy billions of dollars worth of food.  Nobody can even theoretically know how to spend that kind of money.   He needs to hire people with his money to help him spend his money.    It’s obscene.  Just make sure there’s peace, alright???  And everybody can live, in peace and harmony, with the assurance they will be fed and have clean water.   There’s just not a whole lot more TO IT, okay?  So you’ve figured out capitalism.  You’re a billionaire.  Fuck you.  Stop being a selfish asshole, and make a difference.  Because you know you’re not as smart as you think you are.  You’re certainly not worth a zillion times more than people in poverty, as if income were truly the measure of a human being’s worth.  We’re fucking worms, allright?   Get with the program.  EAT, SHIT, LIVE, DIE, that’s it.  For everyone.  You’re not that special.  Your vote counts as much as the idiot’s.   Your impact on history is not necessarily any greater than your local assassin, in the hood, doing it for a blunt or two.  Humanity is just likes chimpanzeeity.   Just because we have words and computers doesn’t make us any better than dogs.  Or ants.  And if you’re REALLY being honest with yourself, a deity has as much power as a business savant.   Any genius can use the art of persuasion to affect public opinion, or the supreme court, as much as any Croesus.  We’re all gonna die, and that’s that, as true for a speck as it is for a universe.  Impermance is a fact, truth, reality, the essence, of god, or genius, or omniscience, whether of a god or a fucking fetus that’s just a blip in the importance of history.   Life is 100 years, give or take, and it doesn’t matter one jot or tittle what you do with it.  You’ll be lost like tears in rain, like sands in a desert, like a bubble that pops after floating for a second in the consciousness of a happy child.  We’re heading for universal oblivion.  We will all die.   Heaven is pure bullshit.  Immortality is a fool’s game.  Jesus was insane.  And that’s a fact, jack.  Maybe love will put your genes in play for another generation or two.   Or maybe you’ll get lucky, and found a nation, like Israel.   No matter, death is the ultimate fact of life.  Oblivion will subsume any obstetric “i live on.”   The Thanatos is as powerful an instinct as any id.   We hate each other.   We’re all stone cold assassins.   The devil has real power.  Resentment is universal.   Malice is a global phenomenon.  Hatred is present in all but the most insanely holy monks and anchorites.  We’re savage beasts.  We flock to violent movies like a lion to his prey.  Cruelty, if not absorbed by a mentality of empathy, becomes savage torture of anyone we disagree with.   The devil loves that shit.  Nobody deserves heaven.   Which is a good thing, because the motherfucking thing doesn’t even exist.  All right??   That’s what I have to say.