Filthy Rich's Blog – February 2009 Archive (7)

Perhaps it is lack of sleep, perhaps just a pessimistic nature... Foregone conclusions? I would hope not but they nag at me so much... Whatever the case, I need to get these off my chest:



That which once was birthright of all mortal man is being taken away by arrogant globalist fucks who presume godhood.



The Cowards That Be hide sinister intents behind smiling faces, acting as your servant when they presume to be your master.



The shining light of humanity's hope… Continue

I feel that humankind is at a crossroads, one where we will either evolve as a species into something higher than mere humans or we will devolve into a dark ages from which this species will never emerge...



Technology has much potential to help bring about great things for our species - High-speed internet makes communications easier than ever, the possibility of improved energy production capability, myriad improvements in our world that make expression of creativity and personality… Continue

Many generations come and go, growing fat and old, dying in their beds at an advanced age and being mourned by the disconnected brats who sneered every time they got a $5 bill from them for Christmas... Life to them was a happy land full of Tupperware in avocado tones, huge land barges filled to the brim with .50 cent gasoline, little bitty houses in neighborhoods complete with the cheery milkman, and few huge, lingering concerns. Dilema to them was having your cake go flat in the stove or… Continue

Being human ain't cool anymore.



I was watching some '80s vintage videos online and began to think about how human emotions are treated in this culture circa 2009... Doesn't it strike you as odd that music has replaced thought-provoking lyrics and the striking emotional outcries of yesteryear with annoying "club slut" yammering and that god-awful "diva" shit where the person goes up-and-down the fucking scale to show off? ["Ooooooooh saaaaaaaaayuuuuuuhaaaaaauuuuhhhhhhhh caaaan… Continue

Colors are less vivid... The sky becomes more dark, shadows emerge from every crevice and creep into view.



As the scene fades for the Americans, the Eyes begin to encroach. A hundred thousand eyes, watching the torment from all angles in color, black-and-white, FLIR, night vision, under the sickly glow of fluorescent lighting, through the polycarbonate lenses of myriad soldiers and "peacekeepers", through the bulletproof glass... Through the "Looking Glass" on their rifles. Their… Continue

Today:



- The mechanic is a "loser". He uses his hands to repair automobiles, keep machinery running, and does manual labor. What a piece of shit person! Lives in a hovel, makes barely enough to get by.



- The asshole who does marketing is a "winner". Forget God, THIS motherfucker is the big cheese! His hair is frosted, the suit and tie are immaculate, his BMW is the baddest machine in town. Barely a day goes by without him getting his cock slicked by another smoking hot… Continue

They are so sure of themselves and their reality.



You are a conspiracy theorist, a nutjob, a crackpot in a trailer with a tin hat. They are The Critic, an urban expert on existence, sitting pretty in a high-rise apartment [a real house!] wearing the hottest new clothes and watching this wonderful world they live in play through on a brand new plasma-screen TV. They have it made! While you sit in your dimly-lit hovel-on-wheels and type away at some ugly-ass old 486 computer on… Continue