WARNING: Do not read! May offend sensibilities. Consume at your own risk.
Sadly, regretfully, America has increasingly become a paranoid nation,
occupied by a culture afraid to take risks.
Even those individuals who are still inclined are often not at liberty to
risk (or end) their own lives. Harming or killing ourselves, as
individuals-- accidentally or deliberately-- is forbidden, frowned upon.
Perhaps we, as a society, are too safe, too comfortable, too at ease… and
have become arrogantly complacent in our assumed sense of security.
Law mandates that seatbelts must be worn by the driver and passengers in
moving cars, and helmets are required while riding motorcycles.
Our environments are so routinely sterilized and bodies are so pumped full
of prescription and over the counter drugs, in fear that we’ll catch a cold,
that our immune systems are beginning to atrophy.
Manufacturers now typically put instructions on various products, stating
the ridiculously obvious and warning consumers against improper usage that
could be hazardous to their health… which a 5 year old should reasonably be
capable of deducing.
If your life and property are threatened or damaged or stolen, we are
advised to stand by and do nothing. Let the “proper authorities” handle
the situation for us.
Whenever we choose to engage in dangerous or potentially risky activities,
those who enable us must (for legal reasons) have us sign a waiver absolving
them of responsibility should we be injured or killed while in use of their
services or facilities.
Because we are irresponsible for (and with) our own lives!
We are not allowed to take matters into our own hands. Not allowed!!! Not
allowed??? As if we need anyone’s permission to live. Or to die!
"The question", Ayn Rand said, "isn't who is going to let me; it's who
is going to stop me.
We are fast approaching the stage of the ultimate inversion: the stage
where the government is free to do anything it pleases, while the citizens
may act only by permission; which is the stage of the darkest periods of
human history, the stage of rule by brute force."
Friedrich Nietzsche recommended that free men should be able “to die
proudly when it is no longer possible to live proudly. Death of one's own
free choice, death at the proper time, with a clear head and with
joyfulness, consummated in the midst of children and witnesses: so that an
actual leave-taking is possible while he who is leaving is still there”.
Yet maybe we are not really as free as we believe in the so-called and
self-proclaimed “Land of the Free”.
Our culture tends to emphasize quantity of life over quality. We are so
concerned with saving lives. Superstitiously obsessed with it, even.
Why? That seems presumptuous, misguided. Saving them from what? Death?
Is death really such a bad thing? Especially compared to a life of
discontent and torment.
Or is this merely a conception? It has been suggested by supposed wise men
that life is an illusion. But maybe death is an illusion (also?). Or at
least our perception of it.
Death frightens us. We don’t seek or promote life in order to live, but to
escape death.
“Live!”, we are told, “Not for the sake of living, but just so you aren’t
dead.”
Which is ironic in a primarily Judeo-Christian nation whose religions
generally promise (or imagine) a wonderful afterlife party. Unless we
realize or suspect, on some level, that we are unforgivably guilty or
unworthy. In that case, if I were an even vaguely godly person, I’d be
reluctant to die, as well, since that means eternal fire and brimstone.
And who wants that?
Plus, why (he asked knowingly) do the American government and
manufacturers insist on and persist in catering to stupid people? A huge
amount of resources are expended— unnecessarily-- trying to protect stupid
people from injuring themselves through their own stupidity.
A packet of airline peanuts has instructions. "Open packet. Eat contents."
Who doesn’t know this? Or who, if they somehow don’t know, cannot at least
figure it out? I’m surprised it doesn’t go so far as to say, also, “Do not
eat packet”… just to be extra safe. If a simple task such as this is beyond
your mental capability, I propose that you are too stoopid to live!!! Die!
Please, kill yourself. Do yourself and everyone else who may suffer the
consequences of your stupidness a favor and die now, and die quickly. This
one benevolent act may be the smartest (however inadvertently) thing you
can, and will ever, do.
If certain individuals are too stupid to know to not harm-- and even
kill-- themselves by accidentally doing (what should be) obviously stupid
(and harmful) things, should we not consider it a good deed if they die in
the process? And if these types of people somehow defy the odds and survive
long enough to manage to have children, would it not be good if their kids
were to die by their own stupidity, or the stupidity of their parent(s)?
End the vicious cycle. For surely the parents tend to pass on their traits--
both genetic and social-- to their offspring. Does the species not benefit,
genetically and socially, by allowing these defectives to be removed-- to
remove themselves, even-- from the gene pool and from society?
Indeed, should we not be appreciative and thankful of-- and not discourage
or impede— their demise? Try not to make too much of a mess on the way out.
And don’t worry, there are plenty of Darwin awards to go around.
America! Land of the free? HA! Risk free, sure.
We are creating and encouraging weak, lazy, stupid people! Seems to me that
we’ve lost the art of living. This country is a whining baby. A spoiled
brat. A pitiful hypochondriac, running to the doctor every time it gets a
splinter. We exhibit the feeble limp wrist of an aristocratic nobility, with
delusions of grandeur and undeserved entitlement.
We are America, damn it! Hear us whimper!
Intrepid and rugged individuals— the kind of people who built America… the
kind who represent the spirit of America— are gradually being bred out of
existence, and are relatively extinct. We don’t know how to suffer
gracefully – nor gratefully-- anymore. Crying over spilled milk, we commonly
complain (and sue) at the drop of a hat. Whenever we don’t get our way, we
pout and have a temper tantrum and/ or hit someone.
We expect--- nay, demand, ready conveniences and immediate gratification, to
the point that we live in a gratuitously and frivolously litigious society.
Our greatest risk these days appears to be getting sued. But the true risk
is a loss of life while we are still breathing. The real threat is to become
one of the living dead.
WARNING: Do not read! May offend sensibilities. Consume at your own risk.
If certain individuals are too stupid to know to not harm-- and even
kill-- themselves by accidentally doing (what should be) obviously stupid
(and harmful) things, should we not consider it a good deed if they die in
the process? And if these types of people somehow defy the odds and survive
long enough to manage to have children, would it not be good if their kids
were to die by their own stupidity, or the stupidity of their parent(s)?
End the vicious cycle. For surely the parents tend to pass on their traits--
both genetic and social-- to their offspring. Does the species not benefit,
genetically and socially, by allowing these defectives to be removed-- to
remove themselves, even-- from the gene pool and from society?
Indeed, should we not be appreciative and thankful of-- and not discourage
or impede— their demise? Try not to make too much of a mess on the way out.
And don’t worry, there are plenty of Darwin awards to go around.
