Vanity

Reality is dysfunctional. People are crippled, deformed, diseased or otherwise languishing. The confounding of language reduced individual expression to impersonal gibberish. Our wars are more grueling terror than contests of courage and prowess. We are doomed to wither and perish.

Culture is sheep. Politics is wolves in sheep's clothing. Our institutions provide few good shepherds.

The failings of God are not my failings. There is no "original sin" in the eyes of freedom and justice. There is no "right or wrong" beyond cause and effect. Good and evil are never ideological or otherwise impersonal. The many are never greater than one.

There is no "science" in reality. Application mindful of cause and effect gives us technology. Notions of themselves are nothing.

Reality and its creator are inadequate. If it were otherwise their appeal would not be born of our desperation. Alas, our quandary is their very failing.

Mighty men are dead men, no matter their wealth and power. The wise are fools no matter their understanding for they are bound to a mindless nature. The common are useless no matter their labors for all by their hands is dust and ashes.

Do or do not but do so quickly for we are mortal. Find strength in your weakness for such is the glory of being human. Celebrate your ignorance by imagining better. You are one even if lost in a crowd. Only vanity is ever in vain.

World War Two

World War 1 was a cynical bloodbath. World War 3 will be a fruitless holocaust. World War 2 is the only global war that shall ever be inspiring.

The tragedy of Pearl Harbor was avenged by the glorious Battle of Midway. The conquest of France was followed by the Battle of Britain. The Nazi march eastward ground to a halt in Stalingrad.

Sleek war machines fought on land, in the air and at and under the sea. Fields of grass or snow, forests of firs or jungle, deserts and cities were all battlegrounds. Heroes and heroines made names for themselves.

The struggle of good against evil is rare in history yet it was the struggle of World War 2. The regime of evil was ruled by an eccentric mastermind and its forces commanded by officers in stylish uniforms. Mad science and unbelievable atrocities were policy.

Reality is dysfunctional and its greatest moment is no exception. The war of good against evil gave way to a war kept cold by the threat of mutually assured destruction. The flamboyant villainy of Hitler gave way to the petty ambitions of bureaucrats and oligarchs. Battles are now police actions in lands barely worth fighting for.

World War 2 was a fictional war of good against evil as a real war. For all its death and destruction humanity thrived because of it. Sadly, its legacy and eventual successor shall be to our needless ruin.

Primal Energy

Killing is thrilling, especially when the killer and killed are human beings. A manly killer who slays in combat is manly indeed. A sexy woman murdered is sexy indeed. Wars are the prowess of tribes and nations.

Sex and violence are intrinsically linked. Both are primal and passionate. Both are driven by desire. Both are life and death.

Violence was and is glorified because it is stark clarity in our world of confusion. Yes, war and murder are chaos but an act of violence is what it is regardless of its context. Dead is dead whether the death was right or wrong.

Sex for all its bumping and grinding is reproduction. Law and order for all the sanctimony are fear of punishment. Tribes and nations are strength in numbers. The world is violence and the threat of violence perpetuated by sex.

I am a writer, artist, game designer and music maker. I enjoy my libido and aggression without defiling or otherwise hurting anyone. I relish the passions and put them to good use. I am creating from the drives so often squandered in wars and murders.

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Sentries and Throngs

Surprise or anticipation consummated by unceremonious violence and perhaps an inglorious death scene: silencing the sentry.

Armed yet helpless. Vigilant yet oblivious. What is uneventful for the assailant is horrible for the victim. It is the ironies of silencing the sentry that make it interesting.

An elaborate silencing technique is extraneous. A gruesome death is disgusting. The sentry giving the assailant a good fight is anticlimactic. A silencing the sentry moment is dramatic understatement as quick and easy violence: Anything more is something less.

One or few against waves of outmatched baddies: hero versus throngs.

An alarm is triggered or the protagonists find they were lured into a trap. The valiant must stand their ground against overwhelming odds. Regardless of the spark, the fire burns the same. The thrill is that excellence is outfighting the endless droves of mediocrity.

The hero usually “wins” by escaping the relentless throngs. The many must kill or capture the one or few but the one or few bear no such burden. The deaths of the many are inglorious whether they kill or capture the hero or not. The fate of the hero is glorious whether he escapes or not. That one or few dared defy the many is the hero’s glory.

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