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A General Rant

I’ve become sick of my life, and all that it contains. Its become a bore, frankly. I’m sick of seeing the world fuck itself sideways, and then reassure me theres no such thing as magic and fantasy in the real world. Its like a giant fucking fun vaccum. I used to be ignorant, and it used to be bliss. But as I get older, I realise that the “real world” is but a pile of shit.

I aint working all my life, I just aint doing it. I’m also not going to put up with the shit that’s this crap ass country and the people within it throw at me. Theres no fucking point. I may as well fuck off elsewhere and live somewhere nice. Or various nice places. I’d like to live almost nomadically, at least that way I’d be able to travel and have an exciting lifestyle. I’m almost pitying the morbid fuckers that only go abroad once a year. Or less. It’s a real fucking education to see how the rest of the world lives. Sandy beaches, superious technologies and social systems, grand mountains and beautiful resorts.

And then theres England, a country that taxes its population to the brink of a riot, then gives it all to the fucking immigrants, instead of investing it on schools, hospitals and law enforcement. Its bad enough that we’re a small island, but I don’t want to be tied down by politically correct fucing morons saying that certain things are clearly offensive. Its bullshit. “You’re a fucking moron,” is offensive, I agree. But there shouldn’t be fucking rules to stop us saying certain things. Society is trying to become more and more innocent – more blind – to the way the world works. I cant fucking stand how this country is pushing itself more and more into the do-gooders hands, allowing them to mold the country into one giant bitch of the earth, allowing countries with the proverbial bigger cocks to push it into things. Cough America Cough.

People spend most their lives in the same job, or type of job, rarely moving ormaing much progress in life except for that one new item, or fucking shitty holiday to Isreal every summer, because they’ve got twenty family members in a terrorist organisation over there – That’s what most “Britains” have these days. Most of us arnt fucking white anymore. I want to be out there alone, with naught but my imagination to take me where I wish to be.

I want magic, but it seems that that is too much to ask of a world so focused on explaining things. Theres no need to know what came first, the chicken or the egg, but people will still fucking ask it. Its not like it matters to us. We’re here, that’s that, deal with it.

That differs too, the way people deal with things. Most of us jus rip the other person off with naught less than a gun to the head and problem solved. If the world wasn’t so fucked up, wasn’t so untrustworthy and polluted, who knows what the world might give us? Who knows maybe theres a force we havnt found yet. One resembling magic, greater than gravity and more powerful than anything we could ever invent.

What would it matter if we were all to die? Think about over six billion, and increasing still because the fucking middle eastern cunts wont stop shagging. Buy a fucking television. If six billion of us died, if the world ended, what would it matter? At the end of the day we’re all going to die anyway, and perhaps the life after this is more fun, easier, more entertaining and hopefully a lot more magical than this one has proved to be. One without laws in which wwe are bound to the earth, and without physical restraints. For once I’d like to jump like something out of the Matrix, or fight like something out of a computer game. To fall from a huge height and not die, but to land on my feet, with a huge grin on my face.

Instead, I cant jump more than five or six stairs without exhailing a huge breath as my body tries to contain the impact. The curiosity of the next world is killing me, but its not doing it literally. If it did, I’d be all the more happier for finding out whats on the other side of this life we lead.

Which leads to another unanswerable question – Why the fuck are we here? IF its to reproduce, then theres no fucking point in A – Me being here and B – Me reproducing. Its hardly going to be a successful kid if its got half my genes – and half of those coming from my parents. Its just another binding to a stationary spot in which society, and other peoples wants and needs, keeping me tied to living in one spot. I’m not afraid of commitment, and I’m not afraid of love. But I am afraid of living a routine all my life like I currently do. I will not have it that I’m forced to live a nine to five lifestyle, expect a regular pay check and live a dull monotonous life.

I could sit here all night and explain whats wrong with the world, but at the end of the day, no ones going to fucking pay attention. It takes a huge amount of effort, or a huge amount of people, and violence, to make anyone listen to a new idea. Unless its to let more fucking asians in. Then its already being done before the person finishes their sentence. It would also take me all fucking night to explain this planets problems, and what its missing. There’d be thousands of words left to be unread for the rest of their days, because no one would want to know the truth about a world so screwed up that everyone living in it believes it’s a utopia.

I sit here and I try to think of what I want to write about. I sit and I try to figure that out. But I never come to a descision, it always becomes a blur of the things I want most in life, and an attempt of a fantasy story. Isnt that sad? That I cant find what I want, that I cant keep the magic in life? Isnt something but my own failing imagination to blame? Ancient people, in Roman times, would often blame the Gods, ask the Gods or generally worship them. I don’t have a God, I’ve never had anything to believe in, or had anyone believe in me. Perhaps another thing I’m missing.

But I’m not abouts to go worshipping something that has never proved to me its existance, and that has never shown me any benefit of people worshipping it. As far as I can see, its religion that brings the wars that we’ve all grown up with. Whether it be a domination of Iraq, or a World War to stop the German Empire expanding, we’ve all heard of, lived through, and come to terms with the fact that violence is now an every day part of life – And an effective way of getting exactly what you want. And although religion does bring happiness to many people, some of them being my friends, I’ve not been brought up to have faith in anything, be it real or mythical. So on comes the realistic view of “if I’ve never had anything to look up too, or to believe in, why should I let this world govern the way I think? Is that not a version of having faith in something?”

In my opinion, government is like religion – You’ve got to believe in it for it to work, and to come to life. If you don’t, you can overthrow it and make the leadership, or the faith, into whatever takes your fancy. That government has to be able to do things right for the majority, and if the majority think that its okay to have all our money, all our ability spent on immigrants who’ll just go on the doll anyway, then fair enough. But that’s not a society that I want to be part of. Consumed by.

I’ll go on living my life because I have too, because I’m too weak to go on about changing it without that horrible human natural desire to know what comes next. At the end of the day the majority of us are too weak to make a jump like that. Losing yourself into the unknown is an experience most of us would, ironically, find out who we are, and what we really want in life. It should be law, that way perhaps we’d all know what we want for out societies around the world, instead of fighting each other to discover what we could find out without war.

You, my reader, will have to choose your own path, and you’ll have to think through what you really want in life. Don’t just follow a stereotypical nine to five lifestyle, with the typical wife and two kids. Havnt we lived far too long like that, to carry on becoming more and more domesticated, and plain, than entertaining and exciting? Lets live a world that’s an adrenaline rush to step outside your door, and to not have to worry about every knife weilding teenager out there. If we’d all get along, that’d be nice.

Make your own fucking choices, carry them out, but by no means abide by what other people say unless you truly respect them, and agree with their point of view.

Description
A General Rant

I’ve become sick of my life, and all that it contains. Its become a bore, frankly. I’m sick of seeing the world fuck itself sideways, and then reassure me theres no such thing as magic and fantasy in the real world. Its like a giant fucking fun vaccum. I used to be ignorant, and it used to be bliss. But as I get older, I realise that the “real world” is but a pile of shit.

I aint working all my life, I just aint doing it. I’m also not going to put up with the shit that’s this crap ass country and the people within it throw at me. Theres no fucking point. I may as well fuck off elsewhere and live somewhere nice. Or various nice places. I’d like to live almost nomadically, at least that way I’d be able to travel and have an exciting lifestyle. I’m almost pitying the morbid fuckers that only go abroad once a year. Or less. It’s a real fucking education to see how the rest of the world lives. Sandy beaches, superious technologies and social systems, grand mountains and beautiful resorts.

And then theres England, a country that taxes its population to the brink of a riot, then gives it all to the fucking immigrants, instead of investing it on schools, hospitals and law enforcement. Its bad enough that we’re a small island, but I don’t want to be tied down by politically correct fucing morons saying that certain things are clearly offensive. Its bullshit. “You’re a fucking moron,” is offensive, I agree. But there shouldn’t be fucking rules to stop us saying certain things. Society is trying to become more and more innocent – more blind – to the way the world works. I cant fucking stand how this country is pushing itself more and more into the do-gooders hands, allowing them to mold the country into one giant bitch of the earth, allowing countries with the proverbial bigger cocks to push it into things. Cough America Cough.

People spend most their lives in the same job, or type of job, rarely moving ormaing much progress in life except for that one new item, or fucking shitty holiday to Isreal every summer, because they’ve got twenty family members in a terrorist organisation over there – That’s what most “Britains” have these days. Most of us arnt fucking white anymore. I want to be out there alone, with naught but my imagination to take me where I wish to be.

I want magic, but it seems that that is too much to ask of a world so focused on explaining things. Theres no need to know what came first, the chicken or the egg, but people will still fucking ask it. Its not like it matters to us. We’re here, that’s that, deal with it.

That differs too, the way people deal with things. Most of us jus rip the other person off with naught less than a gun to the head and problem solved. If the world wasn’t so fucked up, wasn’t so untrustworthy and polluted, who knows what the world might give us? Who knows maybe theres a force we havnt found yet. One resembling magic, greater than gravity and more powerful than anything we could ever invent.

What would it matter if we were all to die? Think about over six billion, and increasing still because the fucking middle eastern cunts wont stop shagging. Buy a fucking television. If six billion of us died, if the world ended, what would it matter? At the end of the day we’re all going to die anyway, and perhaps the life after this is more fun, easier, more entertaining and hopefully a lot more magical than this one has proved to be. One without laws in which wwe are bound to the earth, and without physical restraints. For once I’d like to jump like something out of the Matrix, or fight like something out of a computer game. To fall from a huge height and not die, but to land on my feet, with a huge grin on my face.

Instead, I cant jump more than five or six stairs without exhailing a huge breath as my body tries to contain the impact. The curiosity of the next world is killing me, but its not doing it literally. If it did, I’d be all the more happier for finding out whats on the other side of this life we lead.

Which leads to another unanswerable question – Why the fuck are we here? IF its to reproduce, then theres no fucking point in A – Me being here and B – Me reproducing. Its hardly going to be a successful kid if its got half my genes – and half of those coming from my parents. Its just another binding to a stationary spot in which society, and other peoples wants and needs, keeping me tied to living in one spot. I’m not afraid of commitment, and I’m not afraid of love. But I am afraid of living a routine all my life like I currently do. I will not have it that I’m forced to live a nine to five lifestyle, expect a regular pay check and live a dull monotonous life.

I could sit here all night and explain whats wrong with the world, but at the end of the day, no ones going to fucking pay attention. It takes a huge amount of effort, or a huge amount of people, and violence, to make anyone listen to a new idea. Unless its to let more fucking asians in. Then its already being done before the person finishes their sentence. It would also take me all fucking night to explain this planets problems, and what its missing. There’d be thousands of words left to be unread for the rest of their days, because no one would want to know the truth about a world so screwed up that everyone living in it believes it’s a utopia.

I sit here and I try to think of what I want to write about. I sit and I try to figure that out. But I never come to a descision, it always becomes a blur of the things I want most in life, and an attempt of a fantasy story. Isnt that sad? That I cant find what I want, that I cant keep the magic in life? Isnt something but my own failing imagination to blame? Ancient people, in Roman times, would often blame the Gods, ask the Gods or generally worship them. I don’t have a God, I’ve never had anything to believe in, or had anyone believe in me. Perhaps another thing I’m missing.

But I’m not abouts to go worshipping something that has never proved to me its existance, and that has never shown me any benefit of people worshipping it. As far as I can see, its religion that brings the wars that we’ve all grown up with. Whether it be a domination of Iraq, or a World War to stop the German Empire expanding, we’ve all heard of, lived through, and come to terms with the fact that violence is now an every day part of life – And an effective way of getting exactly what you want. And although religion does bring happiness to many people, some of them being my friends, I’ve not been brought up to have faith in anything, be it real or mythical. So on comes the realistic view of “if I’ve never had anything to look up too, or to believe in, why should I let this world govern the way I think? Is that not a version of having faith in something?”

In my opinion, government is like religion – You’ve got to believe in it for it to work, and to come to life. If you don’t, you can overthrow it and make the leadership, or the faith, into whatever takes your fancy. That government has to be able to do things right for the majority, and if the majority think that its okay to have all our money, all our ability spent on immigrants who’ll just go on the doll anyway, then fair enough. But that’s not a society that I want to be part of. Consumed by.

I’ll go on living my life because I have too, because I’m too weak to go on about changing it without that horrible human natural desire to know what comes next. At the end of the day the majority of us are too weak to make a jump like that. Losing yourself into the unknown is an experience most of us would, ironically, find out who we are, and what we really want in life. It should be law, that way perhaps we’d all know what we want for out societies around the world, instead of fighting each other to discover what we could find out without war.

You, my reader, will have to choose your own path, and you’ll have to think through what you really want in life. Don’t just follow a stereotypical nine to five lifestyle, with the typical wife and two kids. Havnt we lived far too long like that, to carry on becoming more and more domesticated, and plain, than entertaining and exciting? Lets live a world that’s an adrenaline rush to step outside your door, and to not have to worry about every knife weilding teenager out there. If we’d all get along, that’d be nice.

Make your own fucking choices, carry them out, but by no means abide by what other people say unless you truly respect them, and agree with their point of view.