I’m Now A Follower Of Ayn Rand And Objectivism

I’ve become a follower of Ayn Rand and objectivism.   If you think there is anything wrong with this stance, you’re 100% wrong.  There is right, and there is wrong.  There is black, and there is white.  Nothing is in between.   To think there is, and worse yet, act like there is, only invites problems.  Let me give you an example of how pure, unadulterated objectivism, as it applies not just to morality but to EVERYTHING else, too, would make life much better–well, much better for me, anyway.

There should be no taxes.  Absolutely none.  This is an objective fact.  I’ve worked very hard from the time I was 5 or 6 years old to now to build myself a fortune.   I’m worth over 978 million dollars, and I earned every penny of it myself.  I started with a lemonade stand when I was 5, and now I own a major beverage factory that ships soda pop everywhere in the known world.  So, why should I be giving ANY of my money in taxes to a government, any government, especially one on the Federal level?  I do not need a “government”.  They did not help me in any way and should not get any of my money.   None.  I have my own security guards to protect me from criminals and bad guys, a small army, actually.  I have my own version of a fire department; my own construction company to build roads I may need, and my own small farm, with workers, mostly documented, to grow the food I need for myself, my family, and my friends.  Why should I pay taxes for police, fire departments, road construction, and a national army when I have all I need around me due to my own hard work?   I do not care if others can not afford these things, I can.   If others are too lazy to work as hard as I did to earn money to pay for these things, it is not my problem.  It’s theirs, and I should not be paying taxes to pay for the things others are too lazy to work for themselves.  It’s an OUTRAGE!  I do not need, and there should not be, a government of any kind.  I do not need it.  I’ve earned money, by myself, to pay for all I’ll ever need.  The utter weakness and laziness of most people in America is disgusting.  “Gimme a fire department!  Gimme police!  Gimme roads!  Gimme an army!  Gimme, gimme, gimme!”  It makes me SICK!!!   I truly do not care if individuals are robbed, shot, or raped because they were too lazy to work as hard as I have to hire their own 24 hour security guards.  RIDICULOUS!!  If your house burns down because you do not have the money to pay for your own fire department, I can give a f$$k!  Too bad, so sad, ya’ lazy prick, ya’.  Pull up your bootstraps and GET TO WORK!!!  I did it.  You can, too.  I think it is sickening that I am taxed so the Government can have a standing army.  I have my own!  I do not need theirs!   My money is MINE!!!  I earned it, and I should not have a Government filled with sissies and weakling leftist bastards taxing me because they are too weak-minded to care for their own needs. So, I hope this begins to clarify for my readers why I have now dedicated myself to the writings of Ayn Rand and her ideas on objectivism.   Have I taken them to an extreme level?  Perhaps, but I’m a very wealthy mother f$$ker, and I can buy everything I’ll ever need to live a long, peaceful, uneventful life.  That’s really all that matters to me.  My money was earned.  It is MINE!  You want to tax me?  Then f$$k you!  Go live in Russia or some commie community with crying, baby liberals and leave me, and other Americans who’ve earned their OWN money the f**k alone.  $Amen$

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On Trump Supporters

I Look A Lot Like This Guy With Shorter Hair

As a middle-aged, Midwestern, white male with a heavy Chicago accent and a look about me that shouts, “TRUMP VOTER,” I get a lot of similar people, who truly are Trump voters, sharing their views with me.  I silently sit and listen to them because it is very informative.  Now, granted, I do not know EVERY Trump voter from EVERY part of the country, but I do feel I’ve got a pretty good understanding of the thought processes involved in the ones I do know, and it isn’t pretty.  There’s a sense of entitlement in them that makes them feel rage that America is becoming more diverse and accepting of said diversity.  There’s a need, a rage-filled need, to win and destroy all those they see as different from them by any means necessary.  As long as THEY come out ahead, in their minds at least, whatever Trump does to assure victory is fine.  There is a deep, deep underlining racism and sense of “whites being persecuted” in them.  There is far more of this than polls and the media say.

Few people will say blatantly racist things to TV reporters or in poll questions, but, while having a few beers with a perceived fellow Trump supporter, the “n” word and other such words are bantered about freely.  Believe me, they are.  The rage and sense of white entitlement in these folks is difficult to describe without seeming like I’m exaggerating.  I’m not.  Since 2015, I’ve spoken, or been spoken to, by dozens upon dozens of Trump supporting white, Midwestern men, and the song is always the same. “It’s THOSE PEOPLE’S fault the country is awful  The Mexicans, the blacks on welfare, and the illegal immigrant workers who steal our jobs are the cause of ALL my woes, and they MUST be stopped!”  They tell me.  “It’s Trump and Trump alone who can save us from this crap!  He tells it like it is.  He’s a straight shooter! I LOVE the guy.  Who cares what he does privately.  He’s there representing us, the forgotten white majority in America.”  No. No, he’s not.  Trump is using the hate, anger and confusion inside these people to justify his efforts to make himself absolute dictator of America, and, worse of all, the GOP is helping him.  They need the votes of his supporters to help them win their elections.  Hitler did this. Mussolini did this.  Tyrants do this.

And It Happens To Be Right

I see the diehard Trump supporter as a lost cause, an obstacle we unfortunately need to overcome to keep what happened in pre-WW2 Europe from happening here.  We can only do that by voting and convincing others, who feel uncomfortable about what is happening, to vote too.  Every vote matters.  We must make every peaceful, legal effort we can to free ourselves from the tyranny Trump and the GOP represent.  I will not live in a theocracy of any kind, Muslim OR Christian.  I REFUSE to have the so-called morals of “The Moral Majority” crammed down my throat.  I will not quietly sit by while the rich continue to suck the life from our nation by refusing to pay taxes and by developing a welfare system for themselves that makes Uncle Sam act as their own personal Santa.  This is a war, only a psychological one at this time, but one that will only get uglier, and perhaps even violent, the longer it continues.  America is a land that was made for you AND me, not for just Trump, his supporters and their rich cronies in the GOP.   $Amen$

WTF Is Up With WP And Fake Outlook.com Accounts?

I keep getting notices in my email that people with outlook.com accounts have started following my blog.  These are fake accounts and do not show up on the list of followers on my blog.  I’ve written about this before, but it is still going on, and it is VERY annoying.  Does anyone have a friggin’ clue as to what the f**k is going on?

I Knew I’d Hate It, But I Did It Anyway

“Man, I REALLY hated all 6 of those Lord of the Rings and Hobbit films.”  “Christ, all NINE of those Star Wars movies are awful.”  “By Odin’s beard!  I truly hated all 20 of those Marvel  super hero movies I’ve paid to see!”   “I HATE Shakespeare, but I went to see Romeo and Juliet anyway, and I hated it.”  I can not tell you the number of times I’ve heard people make comments like this.  Sometimes, they make them directly to me knowing I get great enjoyment from Shakespeare, Lord of the Rings, Star Wars, and Marvel  movies.   I’m literally stunned by the utter idiocy of such people.  All film is subjective.  People like some types of movies,  and others they don’t like.   If someone doesn’t like, say, Lord of the Rings movies, I get it.  That’s fine.  I do like them, but, for those who don’t, sitting through one of them must be sheer torture.   I’m like that with the opera.  Can’t stand it.   So, I don’t go.   But when I hear things like, “I really hated ALL of those Lord of the Rings and Hobbit movies.  They ALL sucked, and people who like them are not as film savvy as I am, ” I think, really?  So, you went to see one of these 3 hour long films, hated it; then spent your money FIVE more times on FIVE more movies that you ALREADY knew you’d hate before you saw them, and you expect me, or anyone else, to take anything you say seriously?   If you are a person like this, you are an absolute fucking idiot.   I mean a complete, unadulterated, fucking idiot. I simply am baffled by people like this.  At this point in time there are more movies of EVERY kind being made all across the world–more independent films; more dramas, and more foreign, esoteric, films that make no fucking sense to me but many people do like.   And, in a city like Chicago, where I live, there are numerous theaters showing all of these kinds of movies all the time.  For those not living near such a theater, there are numerous streaming services that show an unlimited variety of EVERY type of movie any time you want to watch one.   So, if you are one of these fucking idiots who continue to repeatedly spend your hard-earned money on movies you know before hand you’ll hate, don’t.  Either see one you think you might like, or send your money to me since you seem to have an unlimited amount of it to waste on things you hate.

BTW, as a final thought on this purely idiotic behavior, if you hate jalapenos on your pizza but constantly order pizza with jalapenos then shout out, “That pizza sucked!  The jalapenos ruined it,” the problem isn’t the pizza–it’s you.  You’re a total, complete, fucking idiot.  You’re not smarter than those who like jalapenos on their pizza, nor are you eloquent in the way you express your dislike of them.  You’re simply a fucking idiot.  So, please, for my sake and the sake of others throughout the universe who are not you, if you know already you don’t like a certain type movie or food, don’t spend your money on it.  Spend it on something you like, or, at least, if you simply MUST spend it on something you already know you don’t like, spend some cash having your jaw wired shut first so I, and others, won’t have to be bothered by your idiotic banter explaining that, once again, you didn’t like the thing you already knew you wouldn’t like.   Idiots.  There are far too many of them in the world.

A Series Of Strange Outlook.Com Accounts Have Just Subscribed To This Blog

WTF Is Up Wit Dis Shit?

This one’s not a joke.  (No, really, it isn’t).  About 12 Outlook.com accounts with gibberish names signed up to follow this blog in the past 24 hours.  As far as I can tell, they are not real accounts.  I wonder what benefit it is to spammers to do such a thing?  I mean, these accounts signed up to follow me, they didn’t try to leave spam comments on a post.  I’m rather perplexed.   If these are not fake accounts, and the people they belong to read this post, please comment here and tell me why you think a name like vbftgyhmosheer@outlook.com is a good email address to have.    And if this was done by the Academy Awards wanting to give me yet another “Best Actor In A Motion Picture Yet To Be Made” award, I’m not interested, so just stop.  (But, really, this did happen and I am quite curious as to what be up.)

Odd

As you walk down the street on your way home from work, you can’t help notice, as you do every day, that the people you walk past are very odd.   One man walks with a strange limp and is mumbling something aloud to himself about, “those damned people ruining the country.”   “Odd man,” you think to yourself, “Very odd indeed.”  Next you pass by a grocery store and a woman comes out with a bright purple dress and a large yellow hat tilted so far back on her head you can see her orange-colored hair that is uncombed and greasy.  “Damn,” you again say to yourself, “that’s one odd-looking lady!  Very odd indeed.”

Later, you stop by a McDonald’s to buy a burger for supper and you notice the kid taking your order has pimples and a large, protruding over bite.  “Fuck, you think to yourself, “this kid is funny-looking as hell.  What an odd life he must have to live looking like that.  No girls for him, I’ll bet!”   Then, as you’re leaving the restaurant, you notice a disheveled  homeless person asking people on the street for money.  “I ain’t got any,” you tell him when he asks.  “Shit,” you softly say to yourself when you know he can’t hear you, “that dude is odd, even for a homeless guy.  No one’s gonna give him a dime lookin’ like he does, the bum.”

Finally, as you approach the front door of your apartment building, a little girl walks out and accidentally bumps into you.   “Be careful, you little cretin!  Didn’t your parents teach you to be more careful when you’re walking out of a door?”  The girl merely smiles awkwardly at you showing off the fact two of her front teeth have fallen out.   “Now, THAT, looks really fuckin’ odd,” you say aloud when the girl has walked away.  God damned parents ought to be slapped for letting her walk around looking all goofy like that.   They should tell her to keep her mouth shut til her teeth grow back or other kids are gonna tease her to death for lookin’ like that.”  You quickly walk up the stairs to your apartment and go inside.

As you enter your apartment you remove your worn, leather jacket that has Star Trek insignias sown onto the sleeves.   You place it in your closet in front of your tattered collection of old Playboy magazines. Then you remove the obviously not real hair toupee from the top of your head and place it on top your dresser right next to the dozen or so unopened condoms you keep on hand, “just in case.”  You go to your ‘fridge and take out a beer.  Next, you sit on your couch and remove your shoes.  Your socks have so many holes in them that 8 of your ten toes, with their yellowish, very long nails, protrude from them.   You remove your shirt and loosen your belt.  This allows your round, overblown belly to flop freely out.   You pat it proudly and take a swig of the beer, belching loudly as you do.  You pick up the TV remote, turn on the nightly news, and lean comfortably back into the couch.   On the TV, a story about transgendered people in the military comes on. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” you shout back at it, “those people are way too odd to be allowed in the military.   I served in the military, and if there’s one thing anyone who knows me can tell ya’, there ain’t nuttin’ odd about me!”  You continue watching TV until you finally fall asleep, dreaming of the odd people you’ll see on your way to work in the morning.

 

Check This Out

I’m a firm believer in UFO’s.  I totally believe extremely credible people see objects that do amazing things in the sky that are 100% unidentifiable to them.    The key word here is “unidentifiable”.  My science fiction-loving brain immediately jumps to space creatures, inter-dimensional time travelers, and Star Wars when I hear such stories.    I WANT E.T. to visit and be an awesome friend to us.  I really do, and I truly see no way for there NOT to be life, even intelligent life, elsewhere in the universe if not even our own galaxy.   We, as humans, simply are not that special.  If “we” happened here, something else like “us” is certain to have happened elsewhere in the universe.

However, my skeptical brain always reminds me that just because credible people see UFO’s buzzing about, it doesn’t mean said objects are extraterrestrial in origin.  It simply means, credible people saw some really amazing shit that was truly unidentifiable to them when they saw it.  Here’s an example of one such story that I find to be quite fascinating.

 

When I watched the video in this story, it was hard me not to jump about and scream, “ALIENS ARE HERE!!!! ALIENS ARE HERE!!”  But I didn’t.  I believe the pilots who tell this story are being truthful and honest, and I believe I’m truly looking at footage of something zipping about and hovering over the water that is truly unidentified.  But WHAT it is exactly, I’ve no idea.  I hope one day we will find out that we are not alone and that benevolent aliens are out there checking us out.   But this story, though certainly a truly fascinating one, doesn’t convince me of this.   It does, however, convince me that objects of an unidentified origin are sometimes seen by people who are credible, believable, and trustworthy.  Check it out.