#just stop being liberal yuppies and get to fucking work because we do not have a lot of time here

[johnadamsbignaturals]

i’m really boutta start blocking the vote blue no matter who mfs

[itssidviciousbitch]

Idealism in Society

Our society thrives upon idealism. This false cultural idealism creates idealists. Advertising industries promote false idealism with this fascist agenda of pursuing mass-consumerism using exclusion tactics which threaten your societal yearn for conformity with materialism used as bait as though you're the fish in the sea. Eisenhower had the first political advertisement on television — "Eisenhower Answers America" — for his presidential campaign because he realized how television was becoming a consumeristic tool in which arose into popularity and into the households of citizens, and so he used this for his political benefit by communicating with consumers by pursuing his agenda. The doctrine of religion itself functions upon this ideology revolving around fear, guilt, and idealism, we cannot accept the nihilistic thoughts that derive from thinking about utter nothingness, because idealism gives us a form of hope but idealism opposes realism so when reality becomes a reality and your bubble is popped... idealism prevents your satisfaction, hence radical nihilism and conclusively, suicide. Despair comes from hope. Hope is idealistic nonsense when you realize that hoping is simply praying on your knees and making a gamble with your mind that your wishes come true because you can't grant your own wishes. When a family member is receiving medical treatment, you hope and pray, because you can't cure what confides their diseased body into a hospital bed. When the medical treatment isn't enough and the disease takes a life, you nihilistically despair because idealistic hope wasn't enough. Idealism makes us make the comparison for what we currently have and what we once had, and how we don't have what we had, and that makes us fall into a ritualistic pit of nihilism. As this text indicates, anhedonic lifelessness has become positively glamorized for the sole intent of pity so, in a way, this societal campaign bears similarities with capitalism because celebrities brilliantly capitalize on cultural idolatry by emerging into our culturally-worshipped popular culture simply by conforming with trends... As this text indicates, anhedonic lifelessness has become positively glamorized for the sole intent of pity so in a way, this societal campaign bears similarities with capitalism because celebrities brilliantly capitalize on cultural idolatry by emerging into our culturally-worshipped popular culture simply by conforming with trends, singing about angst and having a physical appearance that... appeals. Stevie Nicks, for example, creates music that's downright angelic. I'd be fairly disappointed if you're not familiar with her name but she tours, releases albums and sings. A handful of prior icons still alive — Madonna, Marilyn Manson, etc. — still attempt at making music and not all their music is necessarily awful. Their impact is still cited as influential by the celebrities we use for our wallpapers but their existentialistic-selves are not... relevant. To oldies and other angsty retro teenage hipsters (including myself) they hold a form of value but popular culture rejects them entirely and replaces them with parodic versions of themselves.Our culture cannot be parodied because our culture is a parody of itself. Modern subcultures (including counter-culture) simply don't exist. You turn on the radio, the same artists are singing the same song in the same format until the same artists release another song in the same melodic format. Pat Robison yells at you about how corruption has infiltrated society with godlessness on the fascist consumeristic advertisements of television and then he asks for your credit card number. The fascist consumeristic advertisements that depict cars as godly, unhealthy sodas as the recipe for health, throwing female celebrities into a studio with a script by exploiting the beauteous appearance of their youth and targeting vulnerable teenage girls.  Plato was correct about you fucking imbecilic brats, you consumeristic twats, you materialist scum, you moronic shit-for-brains, you idealistic moralists; you exemplify his philosophical cave allegory and if you're unfamiliar with his cave allegory, you are the reason he set forth such philosophy. Why does materialism define your persona? The brand of your shoes determine your worth, this urge for popularity at work or school tyrannizes with false idealism, your wallet speaks more than your mouth and love has become mere infatuations with the ideals of love. Brett Easton Ellis exposed the horrors of egocentricity in yuppie materialist asshats such as yourself in a satirical form that resembled such brilliance that Michael Tolkien himself declared the masterpiece as what Ralph Waldo Emerson defined genius as with a cultural backlash that arose literary controversy that we hadn't seen since Marquis De Sade raped his readers as much as he forcefully shoved crosses up the vaginal regions of womankind. I'm amused observing the pretentiousness of my youth. I simply utter these words when somebody degrades me and dehumanizes me solely for my appearance and libertine ideology. "Do you like Huey Lewis?" — with a nonchalant smile, they don't understand, before going on a rant about the pleasures of conformity and Whitney Houston, Phil Collins and eighties pop-culture. Idealism comforts us when a loved one passes away but realism is the only reality. Society — the coexistence of individuals with the deception of unification — has imposed an unconscious measurement scale with the highest form of worth/status being a celebrity. A celebrity mustn't just be a musician or actor/actress. Charles Manson is/was a celebrity because the camera's point/pointed in his direction, everybody watches/watched what the camera films/filmed and bam, we suddenly forget that John Kennedy signed Executive Order 11110 before his assassination.  A measurement scale that determines your worth using numbers that define your intellect. I write about fifty pages in my novel in the point-of-view from a... character. I won't dive into the character because my novel does the explaining but he — for an interlude that lasts for more than fifty pages — thoroughly but disturbingly depicts how society functions. He mentions the unconscious scale of measurement that determines worth and realizes that he's worthless because he doesn't have the status of celebrity. He realizes that Mark Chapman killed John Lennon and that action determines his worth for eternity but if Mark Chapman killed a mother with no celebrity status (who'd leave her kid motherless) it wouldn't have any form of the impact except for the kids. He realizes that he's worthless — the lowest of the scale — and that gives him the most worth in society, that puts him above the highest, because he cannot shatter a status since he doesn't have a status and so this liberates him, this motivates his schizophrenic fantasies of annihilating civilization by wishing forced-abortions upon womankind so creation is an impossibility and castration clinics for mankind so furthering creation is even more of an impossibility, his murders starting as sadomasochistic but becoming lifeless afterwards. I'm not diving into details of torture or beforehand of storyline but (in simplistic ways of summarizing more than fifty pages) an unknown man — business card, suit, wallet — walks on an alleyway filled with hookers and rapes an innocent eight-year old (tortures her) in a stall but my character recognizes that he could justify his action with his business card that defines him, he recognizes nihilism as he doesn't moan or tease his victim but simply does what he's doing because he must do so, because he's nameless but he most likely has a family — children, wife —that awaits his arrival from work by the doorstep, hugging him immediately as he walks into the home, but here this nameless man is doing something that the ones who know his name could never imagine. "It's not a crime to wish for other worlds. You'll get taxed for it but they can't throw you into jail for creating your own private world… yet. Dramatics are fun, an indulgence. You can't go backward, you can't live in the past, they tell you. Why not? They say you've got to put all that behind you and move onto other things. Bullshit! These are all expressions of modern disability. It's a mediocritizing technique — trying to get rid of what I call past orthodoxies. It's our past that makes us unique, therefore it's our past that economic interests want to rob us, so they can sell us a new, improved future. Society now depends on a disposable world — out with the old, in with the new, including relationships but how we weep and wish we could hold onto those cherished moments forever, to those long-whispered dreams, those tortured nights— how we want to grasp them and stop them from sifting through our fingers. I say... don't let it happen. Keep things the way you want them and let the rest of the world be duped." — Anton Lavey.