End of Your World – Part I

Hello fellow terrestial travelers. I must warn you before you read any further that I have a potty mouth. If your sensibilities might be offended by this, then don’t read any further. Besides, if you are the type who have such sensibilities, then you probably aren’t open enough to breaking through your conditioning to get anything out of this anyway.

You’ve been warned. Now, on to the obvious. You’re fucked. Notice that I used the pronoun “you” and not “we”. We’ll get into that later. First I want to make sure we all recognize and not avoid what is really going on.

Let’s look at your situation. You are poisoning the earth upon which the so called “higher” forms of life depend. No arguements so far I hope. If so, just go out to your local river and if it has any fish in it, eat those fish for a week and get back to me. Sound risky?

Live near a major city? Heard of air pollution? How about all of the crap that is found in the food you eat? Have you heard anything about that? I hope everyone is on board here. I really hope that this is a given for everyone reading this. If not, then get your fucking head out of your ass and turn off the TV for 30 fucking minutes and go read something about your sad state of affairs. This isn’t rocket science; it’s about facing the facts and moving out of denial.

I’m not even going to discuss global warming. That’s not a science, that’s reading tea leaves. You really think you can discuss the earth’s climate cycles with your limited time on the planet? More arrogance and denial. Forget global warming. Assume everything the fear mongers are theorizing is true. That’s not your problem. You’ve got bigger issues here. One of which is understanding that you’re a fucking puppet. Yeah. Like those things dangling from strings dancing everytime the puppet master wiggles his hand.

Let’s just stop here for a minute. Poisoning everything that is required for you to live should be enough to give you pause. Isn’t that just a little bit fucking insane? Minute after minute pumping out toxins into the water, the air, the soil. You don’t think something is wrong to live like this? You might as well just be taking a little bit of arsenic everyday with every meal. What’s the difference? You wouldn’t do that though. That would be so fucking insane even you couldn’t deny that.

No, poison yourselves with the fruits of those things that bring you comfort so that a cognitive dissonance sets up that is so gentle as to allow a sort of mellow, effortless rationalization to keep things right. Yeah, that’s the ticket. This can’t be insane. You’ve been doing it so long and it is joined at the hip with your economic system so it can’t be wrong. To think for an instant that your whole fucking world view is totally insane would . . . would . . . well, drive you insane. Besides, the whole civilized world can’t be insane – can it?

I know. More gloom and doom. You’ve heard it all before. “What’s your solution, smartass?” This just shows more of the conditioning you’ve had to just accept things and go along. “What can we do? The problem is too big. It’s an issue for the government to take care of. I’ll just keep writing letters and donating to those causes that are looking out for the environment.” Yeah, remember the mellow, comfortable rationalization? You’re fucking brainwashed you idiot.

You’re not ready yet for my solution. My solution is not going to be neat and tidy. You don’t even know who I am, so why do you want to know my solution? I was here long before you were here and I’ll be here long after you’re gone. At the end of the day, I could give a shit. Sure it would be nice if you cleaned up your act and stuck around. We could have some fun. But I don’t need you. I am virus.

V-ral