You and Your Ideas, Another Manifesto.
All men have few ideas to live by. Very few have any original ideas. Original ideas are hard to come by.
Most men live lives of quiet desperation, putting their lives on automatic pilot, going by instinct, and yet longing for Death to arrive to relieve them of the nagging, disquieting emptiness.
Some men go through life noisily and furiously, burdened with a seething, simmering anger. You are one of these men. Violence fascinates you. You fancy that you understand it; you are drawn to it. It gives you catharsis, a temporary purging and release of pent-up anger. You read tales of violence and watch movies of gore. A lot of individuals piss you off for their insolence, ignorance, hypocrisy, lies, and plain animalism. You fantasize about homicide or at least beat these yellow assholes until they are black and blue. You no longer think of them as humans. You regard them as vermin, deserved to be exterminated. You think you understand the mindset of dudes like Hitler, Stalin, Mao, and Pot Pot. All arrogance and contempt and violence. And sadness and loneliness, too.
What saves you from jumping into the abyss of violence and act on your fantasies is your sense of humor. You find these animals so unwittingly funny and ridiculous. They are not aware that they are clowns. You find their insipid jokes ridiculous, their concerns and pontifications laughable, and their justifications nauseating. You are aware that you are sinking into self-righteousness. But what’s right is right. You are glad you are different from those clowns, those monkeys.
The embarrassment and humiliation that El Pedro is suffering should be a warning for you. Walk on the right path. Don’t bite for than you can chew. Don’t take the short cut. And above all, be true and honest and upfront. Fame is fleeting and for the insecure. Be honest with yourself. You are not that good. At best, you are merely mediocre. So, don’t put on airs and don’t adopt poses. Be real.
September 2009
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