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I'd like to say that I'm on my mountain, but as with all parables like this, I suspect identifying yourself as being in the victory position is a trap, like announcing you've achieved enlightenment.

So I suspect that what I feel is THE mountain is perhaps just a very high hill, or a sub peak.

I suspect this because my every day is filled with hate and anger. Urban man isn't welcome on my mountain, and in fact the thing I like best about my mountain is the unobstructed field of fire. I don't want to reason with Urban Man or pray for him or give him anything because for two years Urban Man has howled for my death and worse from behind his filthy blue paper mask. Fuck him and his journey and his redemption. I hope he's eaten by wolves the moment he strays outside his beloved sheepfold and realizes his folly while watching his intestines slide down their gullets.

All I know anymore is rage and I crave all-out war (but not in any real, actual sense, dear monitors; I categorically reject all political violence and you should too) and guillotines and nooses. Not one fucking apology has made its way up to my mountain and I do not forgive without apologies.

And it's eating me alive and I know it's bad for my health. The only good days are the ones I manage to go without thinking about covid or thinking about the future.

So I'm probably not actually on the mountain. This is probably a case of premature ascension.

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Self awareness is a good attribute to have. I suspect there will be no apologies. Most who wanted us dead will pretend it never happened and carry on. Keep the fire going around the hill as a warning to these rats but don't let it keep you from climbing higher.

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What if I cannot get any higher? I don't want to associate with the sheep anymore, and it is lonely.

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People are all by themselves in their lives; they just fail to notice... You are already higher, because you have.

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Ray, thank you. For some reason, I feel comforted.

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Welcome to the club! I've been like that since the age of 10, when I realized that "belonging" to a group of people is simply impossible on fair or realistic terms... :)

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Not on topic, but my other favorite sentence out of her mouth was "The closest I"ve ever been to pate de foie gras is Mother Goose". I was never part of the in group either for all my life...my sister was Prom Queen, etc etc. but me, I hung out with the rejects, gearheads, etc.

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I had a college roomate who would say the most extraordinary but memorable one liners...one of my favorites was "I never could stand my peer group"

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The monsters are not gone, only taking a break.

As long as Germ Theory prevails, there will be an endless succession of "viruses" and "pandemics."

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I am so with you. My hatred for what has been done is also eating me alive. I work with kids in school. I can barely get through the days anymore seeing what they have done to the innocents...as if the War on Poverty wasn't enough

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Children are not born "good" and they are anything but "innocent." I doubt there is a single "innocent" person on the Earth.

Also, when a parent muzzles their child, it becomes natural selection; exactly what the eugenicists are aiming for. It seemed to be working, and now with the graphene shedding from the injected, it's hard to get deployed.

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