There was once a man named Lucky.
I am sorry that I have been absent for a week. I see that I missed the bulk of the heated terrorism debate that can be viewed through my links (Scott, Lloyd, and Mike). The debate was good, and it is always interesting to read the thoughts and ideologies of some of my friends. Furthermore, I feel that the best way to learn anything worth learning is to read a heated discussion between two or more people educated on the subject. Only then can one actually understand the practical and realistic applications and the uses of a philosophy. Ok, enough of the serious stuff. I do not have a lot to say, and am in fact very tired at the present moment. I took some NyQuil maybe an hour ago and my bed is looking like a big fluffy coffin that I definitely wouldn't mind dying in for the next few hours. With that being said, here goes nothing, and (most likely)..... here comes nothing.
Hello, it is the morning of July 21st, and it is two thousand and five years after Christ. I don't have anything useful to say, but then again when have I ever? I make guns, but not any guns, guns that are used to hunt insects. They are tiny guns and are hardly big enough for the human eye to detect, or at least distinguish as guns. They truly look much like a small hair, the bullets they propel no larger than a single cell. Some have claimed that the guns I make are not important, that they are in no way contributing to the advancement or the destruction of society. It is said that everything worth having either adds are hinders civilization, culture, us. I disagree and feel that there is much of a practical use for my guns. Insects are one of the few remaining creatures that are yet to be hunted with guns. We have devised many other ways of bringing upon their demise, however they remain truly unique in that they rarely die at the mercy of a steel tube designed for only one purpose, to vomit out lead balls as fast and as hard as possible. This is not a statement to advocate the use of guns nor is it a sarcastic rebuttal calling for the disarmament of society. It is instead justice, fair is fair and insects have been denied this one truly American right. This, of course, is the right to shoot and the right to be shot. Guns have been, are, and will be an integrated part of our culture. America and her brave inhabitants secretly (at times) have had a love affair with firearms since the first Europeans stepped off their sea vessel onto American soil. They brought guns from home and soon found out that their guns were much more successful against people without guns than they were against armed foes. You see, the first guns were largely inaccurate and it was anyone’s guess as to whether or not one would even come close to his target (usually not) but now these brave Europeans could fire a shot, reload, fire another shot, reload and on and on until they hit their target. What a feeling it must have been to hold others at their mercy, to play the role of God, to step into a foreign land and proclaim it theirs. After all, they could do what ever they wanted because they knew that history had been, was and always would be recorded and maintained by those in power and right then they were in power, so they could do what they wanted, who was going to stop them?
Insects are very similar. As human beings we assume that their only purpose for existence is to pester us, to make our lives miserable. Insects in fact are very territorial, as are most life forms on our grand planet. To insects, human beings are no more useful than any other animal, which prances from one meal to the next, we are food. Human beings falsely believe that they own the Earth, that the Earth and her resources are for no one except us. We fight over boarders, and ideas as if they are something important. We pride ourselves on our intelligence but rather than using it to fulfill our basic needs more adequately and efficiently, we instead create better ways to make other human beings less happy and more miserable. Lets be frank, in reality, insects need guns about as much as they need silverware to consume their next meal. On the other hand, however, Earth needs humanity about as much as she needs a credit card or oil drills sucking out her precious blood.
As human beings we constantly pin importance on things that we have falsely given importance to. We are afraid, petrified even of all kinds of things and very few them actually pose a threat to our survival which is ultimately our purpose (and every other living organism for that matter) for being here. One may consider me and the guns I produce for my insect friends and absolute absurdity, but until the rest of the human race ceases to be destructively absurd, I will continue in my course of action. A course that might be absurd, but which is threatening no one or nothing else, which is more than one can say about most absurdities. Godspeed Spiderman!
The itsy bitsy Spider climbed up the water spout.
Down came the rain and washed the spider out.
So it goes
Hello, it is the morning of July 21st, and it is two thousand and five years after Christ. I don't have anything useful to say, but then again when have I ever? I make guns, but not any guns, guns that are used to hunt insects. They are tiny guns and are hardly big enough for the human eye to detect, or at least distinguish as guns. They truly look much like a small hair, the bullets they propel no larger than a single cell. Some have claimed that the guns I make are not important, that they are in no way contributing to the advancement or the destruction of society. It is said that everything worth having either adds are hinders civilization, culture, us. I disagree and feel that there is much of a practical use for my guns. Insects are one of the few remaining creatures that are yet to be hunted with guns. We have devised many other ways of bringing upon their demise, however they remain truly unique in that they rarely die at the mercy of a steel tube designed for only one purpose, to vomit out lead balls as fast and as hard as possible. This is not a statement to advocate the use of guns nor is it a sarcastic rebuttal calling for the disarmament of society. It is instead justice, fair is fair and insects have been denied this one truly American right. This, of course, is the right to shoot and the right to be shot. Guns have been, are, and will be an integrated part of our culture. America and her brave inhabitants secretly (at times) have had a love affair with firearms since the first Europeans stepped off their sea vessel onto American soil. They brought guns from home and soon found out that their guns were much more successful against people without guns than they were against armed foes. You see, the first guns were largely inaccurate and it was anyone’s guess as to whether or not one would even come close to his target (usually not) but now these brave Europeans could fire a shot, reload, fire another shot, reload and on and on until they hit their target. What a feeling it must have been to hold others at their mercy, to play the role of God, to step into a foreign land and proclaim it theirs. After all, they could do what ever they wanted because they knew that history had been, was and always would be recorded and maintained by those in power and right then they were in power, so they could do what they wanted, who was going to stop them?
Insects are very similar. As human beings we assume that their only purpose for existence is to pester us, to make our lives miserable. Insects in fact are very territorial, as are most life forms on our grand planet. To insects, human beings are no more useful than any other animal, which prances from one meal to the next, we are food. Human beings falsely believe that they own the Earth, that the Earth and her resources are for no one except us. We fight over boarders, and ideas as if they are something important. We pride ourselves on our intelligence but rather than using it to fulfill our basic needs more adequately and efficiently, we instead create better ways to make other human beings less happy and more miserable. Lets be frank, in reality, insects need guns about as much as they need silverware to consume their next meal. On the other hand, however, Earth needs humanity about as much as she needs a credit card or oil drills sucking out her precious blood.
As human beings we constantly pin importance on things that we have falsely given importance to. We are afraid, petrified even of all kinds of things and very few them actually pose a threat to our survival which is ultimately our purpose (and every other living organism for that matter) for being here. One may consider me and the guns I produce for my insect friends and absolute absurdity, but until the rest of the human race ceases to be destructively absurd, I will continue in my course of action. A course that might be absurd, but which is threatening no one or nothing else, which is more than one can say about most absurdities. Godspeed Spiderman!
The itsy bitsy Spider climbed up the water spout.
Down came the rain and washed the spider out.
So it goes
posted by Adam at 3:51 AM
1 Comments:
Jesus Fucking Christ.
That was hilarious.
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