happy is as happy does, a mocudocudramedy about the happiest happy in the world!

Continuation of story from July 22nd

“I want that to happen, I want that to happen, he wants to love me, I want to love him, I want to kill Danny so my son can be more popular.” Professor KlienStienSenBerg hurried down the hallway talking to himself. He found himself a nice shadowy corner in the family garage and sat in it; there he remained silently becoming submersed in joy at the thought of murdering Danny, and maybe the rest of the class–if he was a lucky ducky.
He had actually just wanted to kill for a long time. He like many people in the town had gone completely insane about one hundred and fifty years ago from having way too much caffeine and from having been half dead.
He emerged from the corner the following morning and saw that there was some garbage that needed to be taken out to the curb. He realized that it had been one week since Pepe’s last feeding and decided to prepare her a meal. Before, when people still ate, Professor K used to feed Pepe Leaves, raw meat, bones, compost and rodent flesh; but now all he brought out was a bunch of leaves floating in coffee.
When he got out to the end of the driveway he heard strange noises coming from beneath his feet. He decided to scale the grassy slope into the ditch and see what was happening with Pepe. He was struck with rage and jealousy when he saw that she was surrounded by all of the neighborhood dogs–breastfeeding them. “I don’t put all my hard earned dollars into buying you these leaves and coffee just so that you can waste all of the sustenance on these things. What will the neighbors think, your supposed to be my dirty little secret, I’m going to be the laughing stock of all the guys at work! No one will respect me anymore, you are some piece of work Pepe, what do you expect me to do now huh! How can I explain this one away!” The dogs had run off and Pepe stared up at Professor K blankly; five seconds passed–and then she farted a hole right through the back of her pants.
This wasn’t the first time Professor K had caught Pepe with some of the animals and or invertebrates from around the community having a time at the expense of his reputation. There were all sorts of things that crept through the ditch at night and god love her soul ol’ Pepe had a hard time saying no…From dogs to skunks to beetles to snakes they all drank from Pepe. Professor K knew this, you could even say it was the reason he kept going back to her all these years–he knew that if she wasn’t having her that someone else would.
“The bitch, the ignorant bitch!” Professor K. mutter shouted under his breath as he hurried back in the house. “I’ll fix her good, she’ll see whose boss and so on. When I get my hands on her I tell you I’ll cook her goose. What will my friends think about this?” He was the kind of guy who was controlling, manipulative and pushy, and he masked sadness with anger. Not in a really complicated way either, it was a very transparent trait to all his friends and co workers.
He went inside and stood in his en suite washroom and stared into his own eyes in the mirror. He started to ask deep and introspective questions to himself as you tend todo when you are in a mood. what was he really holding on to in life? What does it mean that his life has wound up where it’s wound up after four hundred years? Four hundred years is a terminal amount of time in regards to someone’s identity, it’s not like your going to mysteriously unlock new potentials at that point.
Professor K was a little sour about having to work the same job for the last two hundred years too. He blames it for contributing to his insanity. Also as time goes by and failures accumulate there comes a point where you continue to be bitter but forget where the bitterness all started; and when your in that state it is much easier to misplace your aggression–leading you to appear to other people to be much more insane than you actually are. Professor K was insane but if you were in his head you might see more of your side than you thought you would if you hadn’t seen the inside of his head.
Professor K. began to well up with tears; it caused an iridescent sparkle to emanate from the whites of his eyes when the water magnified the colonies of bacteria living along his eye balls. Four hundred years ago his eyes were like yours or mine, and then about two hundred years ago they started to become more vulnerable to certain bacteria and other microscopic things that grow on bigger things, those bacteria and things interbred; eventually each person’s tear became their most distinguishable characteristic, surpassing the fingerprint in the personal identification system–the eyes eventually evolving into very mutually exclusive communities of bacteria that could never be replicated or predicted, the fingerprints from sagging skin and slowly being worn down into smooth callused pads had lost all definition.
Professor K. stood beneath the skylight in the kitchen, neck cranked back, soaking in the moonlight with his withered and colorless face. He held a knife tenderly against his chest with both hands while his left index finger softly caressed the tip. “I Will Kill Danny He Will Die!!” he shouted without breaking his gaze.
J Stien smiled a little bit when he heard his father shout. He was also looking up at the moon, imagining what it was going to be like to be invited to his first party, kissing his first girl, and winning the big game for his intramural team. This was obviously a very unrealistic expectation on J’s behalf because even if he was the only other person in the world, no one would ever want to hang out with him; if he was the only male left in the world, no girl would want to kiss him; and he couldn‘t win at a game even if it was against the biggest loser on the face of the earth– himself.

A couple of moments ago…

“I Will Kill Danny He Will Die!!” Danny’s father Lanny leapt from his bed when he heard Professor K’s chilling proclamation. The two families, the KlienStienSenBerg’s and the Shuffler’s, lived next door to one another for some time now. This definitely increased the likelihood that Danny would be the target of his teacher’s rage; it also didn’t help that Lanny Shuffler’s bank book was substantially larger than that of Professor K, and so was his house.
Professor K resented the Shuffler’s because their modest affluence wasn’t afforded them by hard work but by some of the drainage from the Shuffler family fortune. Shuffler’s Muffler’s was the third largest producer of muffler’s in district 90771JY–47X-J for years and the whole family was getting a piece of the pie.
Due to Professor K’s insanity and the fact that so much time had passed since the Shuffler’s began receiving royalty checks from the family business–355 years to be exact–the professor had concocted an untrue history inside his head.
He was at the dinner party he was invited through one of his associate professors and he was charming the pants off of everyone in the room. There were doctor’s, lawyers, entrepreneurs and young professionals present. The president of Shuffler’s Mufflers, Shanny Shuffler, was at the party and was quite taken by KlienStienSenBerg. He was in the middle of offering Professor K the job of president of the company when they were rudely interrupted by the janitor–Lanny Shuffler–Lanny said that he was the long lost relative of Shanny and that he and his wife Franny, and his son’s Danny and Danny 2k were having a rough time financially. Shanny didn’t have much of a family life and cherished what relatives of his that remained; he gave Lanny his full attention, shutting Professor K. out completely.
Two weeks later–the Shuffler’s got a bigger house, and started acting different towards the KlienStienSenBerg’s. Not inviting them around as much and while at parties intentionally alienating Professor K and Professoressa K from the conversation. “I’ve always found teaching to be a bore, it’s not as flashy as my job, and it’s not the job for me. I think that we should all think and say teachers are boring…I don’t like them, let’s all laugh together!–except for Professor–Woo!!”
“Your so right Lanny teaching’s not flashy enough.”
“You need to flash if you want to smash!”
“What does that mean?”
“It doesn’t have to mean anything it’s flashy!”
“Hey let’s all be on the same side here, accept for Mr. K over there– the bore!”
Professor K. was hurt by incident’s like these and grew overtime to want not only to kill young Danny Shuffler, but to kill all of the kids around town to punish their parents for mocking him all those times. Again, none of this actually happened, it was all a product of Professor K’s insanity and poor memory.

to be continued…

geomet

Why is it that people have to promote their own shit so aggressively. You should have to undergo a rigerous testing procedure in order to have something as a public advertisement. There is so much stuff out there, signs about people wanting as much as much as your possibly willing to give them. Basically i’d like to have control over the flow of all advertisements, the entire world over. Vote Steve for Global Comptroler of information.
Often times I find people touch on really sensative subjects that if the wrong person saw it, it could really ruin their day. I was driving through the country the other day and I saw a sign out in the middle of nowhere that read, “abortion stops a beating heart.” What kind of an image is that to be throwing up a sign on the side of the road. If you wanted you could put signs like that up all over the actual abortion clinic so that it’s at least relevant. And everyone who goes in can have a chance to internalize your opinon of what they are about to do so that it can explode inside of them moments later irreperably emotionaly scathing them as they undergo what will likely already be one of the saddest and most difficult things they have to do.
Why not instead of posting offensive signs, design a course or something people take before having an abortion that informs them on what they are considering in as much depth as humanly possible. I know some people are thinking, but Steve, if the right person saw that sign it would save a life; and it most certainly would. But on the other hand every single person who drives by the sign feels like shit. You are making everyone feel rotton with the signs there needs to be a more subtle way of making the point. Think of all of the awkward child parent conversations that occured after seeing one of those signs. “Mommy what is an abortion.”
“I don’t know sally ask your daddy.”
“No hunny don’t ask me, ask your mommy!”
“Ask daddy!–”
“Ask Mommy!–”
“LET’S GET ICE CREAM!!”
“YAAAAAAAAAAAY!!”
Anyways i guess the heart is in the right place and all, with the signs. Just tone it down a bit on the signs though. And what an uncouth way to approach someone about a subject like that. A person who is considering an abortion might be really sensitive and looking for someone who they can open up to. Not someone whose publicly condemned their thoughts before they’ve even met. There isn’t anything you can do to make people close off more than approaching them from the moral high ground; how is anyone supposed to feel comfortable expressing themselves around a person like that?
Maybe the anti abortionist person has a point and abortion is terrible and wrong, but even if they do the people who need to hear them won’t hear them when they go around being obstinate and loud with dissaproval.
I don’t even really have an opinion that i feel strongly enough about to write in this as far as whether i’m for or against it. But i will say one thing, good luck ever stopping it. In order to stop something like abortion you would have to be so invasive into people’s personal lives that you would definitely be impinging on their right to privacy.
Abortion is just an example too, there are plenty of examples people placing very unreasonable expectations on one another and then getting all in a hough whenever everyone on the planet doesn’t do exactly as they do. If you were to look at it like a soccer game it looks like the anti abortionists are about to mercy rule the abortionists; there is after all–shit loads of people everywhere in the entire world. It’s not like their loosing the fight or anything, so why take such a high and unapproachable stance.
I’ve had enough of this.. i’m leaving.

fiddliewiddiliepidilie

“So class, the lesson for the day is that when you snooze you lose…” Said Professor KlienStienSenBerg as he jerked up violently extending his legs out of a bent position, yanking Danny’s underpants up into his butt crack until they were torn to shreds and fibers were embedded in his broken flesh. Danny yelped and stiffened up like a board then fell down onto the tile floor where he flipped, flopped, vibrated, and gyrated his way into a seizure.
“Stop falling asleep in my class Danny!! You think your cool but your not!” Yelled Professor K. “I’m sorry professor…” said Danny through chattering teeth and clenched fists. “You know…I’m a recovering coffee addict–how do you expect me to keep energized.”
“We’re all coffee addicts now and these little stunts of yours haven‘t changed a dammed thing–Student X!” shouted the now irate professor. Being labeled as student X was very alienating at the Academy for Perpetually Pepped Partly Perished People. This was the place that everyone in the whole world got trained for anything you ever needed to do.
Danny the cool kid had been the target of all of professor KlienStienSenBerg’s negative impulses for quite some time. This was out of vicarious jealousy. His son, J. Stein Dior was in the same class as Danny and wasn’t nearly as advanced or cool. All of the girls liked Danny and he outscored all the students in the class physically and mentally. Literally his only weakness was that he fell asleep in class sometimes. And that wasn’t even really a weakness because he hadn’t drank coffee for like four weeks and coffee is the only thing that there was left to eat or drink on the whole planet. Which means that he hadn’t had anything to eat or drink in four weeks.
“I’m making a new religion. It’s called let’s all die with grace and quit drinking all the damned coffee.” Danny announced to his class five weeks early–he was immediately wedgied to the ground by professor K. Danny got hold of some ancient literature that stated that people actually got to die rather than being perpetually pepped up caffeine–which had widely been accepted as the fountain of youth and source of all life in the universe for several hundred years.
People were very gaunt and pallid, they were bald all over and their eyes sank deeply back into their forehead–barely visible white dots buried in black pits of withered flesh. Their skin hung flimsily onto their skeleton. Their mouths hung low on their chin in the shape of an O. Their hearts were black and constantly fluttering in and out of life. But no one had died in like four hundred years so they weren’t doing all that bad.
J Stien Dior was very un-cool. He was someone who was very unattractive physically, relatively speaking, and with a very plain and stagnant personality, utterly devoid of a single unique dynamic. J was the professor’s love child with perennial fixture in the starting lineup of the intergalactic all ugly team, Pepe Dior.
Pepe lived in the covert at the end of Professor K’s driveway, she lived off small rodents and the dirty leaves and garbage that flew in on the breeze. The Professor would go outside and have a “roll in the hay” with Pepe every full moon, while his wife and mother in law slept just meters away. His mother in law slept in the same bed as he an his wife, usually between them.
In tears one night, J asked his father if he would murder Danny so that he could rise to be the coolest kid in the class. “For you my son, I will kill the whole class.”
“No daddy that’s alright, Danny will do just fine.”
“Your sure you don’t want me to kill the whole class? I mean I can just as easily do that, it’d be no problem and it’d probably be less of a headache in the end….”
“No, No. The only one who needs to die is Danny, he’s the one.”
“Fine then.”
J was fooling himself. Even if he killed Danny the coolest he would still by be by far the least interesting boy in the class. As if you could be over four hundred years old not yet have developed a personality–J is the guy in the movies that everyone hates, and he hates everyone else; but then at the end of the movie he realizes that who he’s really hated this entire time is himself–just like everyone else.
“Daddy if you kill him, everyone will love me, and I will love you.”
“I want that to happen.”
To be continued.

erotica/eggcelent

Erotic. What does it mean when something is described as erotic. I think that word is just something really lascivious people use to take the bight off of a spotty sexual history. “I’m not a pervert, I’m erotic.”
I imagine someone who refers to themselves as erotic and I picture them being really into poetry and wearing those pointy boots with the high ankles, and wearing a sweater or a scarf, glasses, and a pony tail if it’s a guy and if it’s a girl a really boxy straight hair cut with mega split ends. And I imagine them hardly having a friend in the world and meeting up with others like themselves on the internet; then meeting up at an alternative book store and intellectually mutually masturbating one another as well as actually having sex.
I’ve met a few of them along the road that I believe to be exactly like that. I also think that a few of them have been my teachers throughout school, and I think they used their position to acquire sex from female students. And if they didn’t acquire it than they definitely aspired to and were just too haggard and disgusting to reel anyone in.
A lot of university professors have a couple of really try hard nerdy girls that follow them around like apostles. Usually when I came across these groupings I found that it seemed to be a really manipulative relationship. The girl would really gloat over her association with the professor and talk about how brilliant he is etc. When you see them talk in the hall way there is a hot tension between them and intent eye contact. And you can definitely see all over the man’s face that he’s aroused not only by the girl but by his own sick fantasies. In his head he has harems of women at his disposal that he has brainwashed and seduced.
A lot of these professors wind up like that. They have really strong minds and attain high merits academically but they lack the maturity it takes to play the role of a teacher and to retain your honor. Socially, the large majority of us are wired to submit to the teacher and to open our mind to being shaped by theirs. And universities are so lax these days it’s not like you can trust that all of the students are even going to be of modest intelligence. There are many bright eyed and well meaning youngsters who’ve slipped through the cracks for years finally winding up in Professor Pervert’s Shakespeare class; they are incredibly impressionable, generally unaware and way too proud to be in school–and ultimately they are the ones who are sexually exploited.
I’d say there was about maybe five of twenty five of the university instructors I’ve had–in particular males–have obviously been wolves in sheep’s clothes. Using the guise of knowledge, position and culture as collateral in the collegiate flesh market.
I love it when they make really arty pornography–red shoe diaries. It’s funny because art is supposed to be something that broadens the mind and sex and lust are things that naturally narrow it. I don’t want to be one of those people who comes down on people for enjoying sex because I don’t think that’s the way to go either. I just hate to see people trying to make it into something that it isn’t.
Maybe there is some other kind of more underground more artistically sincere porn but that’s the only one that comes to mind. That show used to have weird stuff happening in it all the time. People having while sex covered in blood and paint, people having sex with Joey from friends; and uhh what else one time on it a woman was encased in Belgian chocolate that she had imported from overseas to her loft in New York City. Then there was like this team of eighteen year old nude Persian soccer playing men who spent the entire show sensually licking the chocolate away, and then once the woman was uncovered–they all had sex with her at the same time.
And then you have David Duchovney walking around the shipping district of a town, where all the whores and loose men would be, reading these apparently anonymous erotic letters to a dog. Maybe anonymous is a bad word because they seem to be addressed to him but why is everyone who writes him writing letters about having really pretentious sex.
And I know there is something classy about being someone who spends a lot of time alone with their dog walking down along a dingy waterfront pondering life’s greatest mysteries. But when you do all of those things and you’re constantly thinking about weird kinds of sex than it’s sick. Agent Mulder’s mind is incredibly vast, he’s a graduate of Yale and Princeton and an admitted sex addict. The potential thoughts that could be running through his head are scary as anything.
Do you feel what I feel?

Egg–celent–when did eggs get to be so egg-llent. When you get an egg and it’s been cooked on the pan so that you can open the top part of it and the yolk pours out and it’s really warm but it hasn’t been turned into a sponge yet–then you take the toast and dip it in and eat the toast like that. Has anyone ever thought of deep frying a steak that is boxed in with egg–what an egg–some idea. “Iron and Protein are all well and good, but I’m into the taste.”–Teen Miss America, Stacy Smith. “

–”Protein and vitamins A through E, YIIIIIIIIEEEEEEPPSSS!” –Bill Clinton.”

–“Eggs make me Egg–static–OOOOOOOOOOOOEEEEEE I feel crazy!!”– Ultimate Warrior/Dakota Fanning/Ginger spice splice…

So you see parents, eggs are for the buy, shake a leg–buy an egg!

treat her like a postage stamp: lick it and stick it

cop the new ep of ridin dirty in cha’town

D–AAAAA–Doiiiiii!!!!

Decay, decay is a fun thing that happens. I’ve got nothing to back this up but I’m going to talk about it anyways: Apparently your cells are growing at a rate when you are young that you are continually generating new cells and your rate of growth is positive. Then when you hit your early twenties it starts to be so that you are rotting some but the rotting and the growing are both happening at the same time, then when you hit thirty five the big rot sets in. This is where you start to rot at such a rate that your rot to growth ratio is in the negatives and this continues until finally you die.
Democracy, or should I say Democrazy is something I like to think about sometimes. I think it’s done us fine up to this point–everyone having their say. But it seems as though there are so many people right now that everyone’s thoughts are just getting watered down into amalgam and an initiative doesn’t really wind up being what anyone wanted it to be–in the end.
How are you supposed to be decisive, singular and accommodating whenever a billion people’s opinion’s matter. The two things I think we should consider is breaking everything up into really small communities. Which might not really change anything or just make it way harder to communicate with one another and we might grow so far apart that it would eventually cause fighting which would lead us all to bunch back up again in bigger groups. The other is a very oppressive intergalactic theocracy led by me…
What I’m leading towards is that I’m announcing my candidacy for president of the world, the king of outer space, as well as global overlord of secrets. It’s about time someone took this damn shit over and did something cool with it. The first act of business is to kick this stinking planet’s butt back to shape, I want it to produce twice as much in half the time on a third the space–and if it won’t do it, I’ll fuckin kill it.
So, people of planet earth, give me all your secrets and I will undo all of the ties that bind us and turn life into one big good day/night combo for each and every person on the planet! I’ll bring everyone you want back to life back to life, and I’ll make everyone into millionaires. And we’ll all get free trips to mars, and a free car, and free trips to all the most exotic travel destinations in the world. However, I can’t do it without knowing all of the secrets of the earth though, so that’s where everyone in the world getting in touch with me and telling me every secret they have comes in…

C can stand for Cowardice

Cowardice– in male culture being a coward is something that is absolutely abhorred. In all of the movies that are marketed to men there is always a really cowardly character who winds up meeting a really brutal downfall where he’s publicly exposed and then marched through town with his pants around his ankles, finally dying in a really painful way.
There is often a really menacing coward too, whose only tough with his posse but when it comes time to fight he is a big pansy and tries to run away. The more deeply rooted the movie is in it’s legacy the coward/villain role becomes more prevalent. I don’t know that for sure but it seems to me that it would be the case. When your dumb things down you try to explain them as though you are explaining them to a child. And in kids movies they tend to have really clear distinctions between the good guys and the bad guys with totally consistent motives.
It would be funny to have a kids movie where one of the main characters did something really out of character like kill someone, or commit a sex crime. It would be even better to watch the conversations from parent to child after they saw the movie. Like in the movie ,Dunstin Checks In if the monkey was like violently sexually harassing the girls mom and then killed the girls dad and broke the little girls arm; but in the end he came out on top and everything else about the movie said that he was a clean cut hero. I bet if it happened, the subject being brought up like that in public would cause at least one of it’s viewers to commit a human animal violent sex crime.
Some guy is watching it with his family and he’s acting weird the whole night, not talking a whole lot and being really edgy with his wife. Staring off into space while he drives with his eyes glazed over, sweating, and with an irregular twitch through the entire left side of his body.
“Who in the name of time does that chimp think he is anyways messin’ around with us like that eh!”
“Are you alright hunny?”
“Hey why can’t you just shut up, huh?!”
“Daddy, thank you for taking us to the movie, we-are-soooo–happi!!!–iii!!!–iii!!!–iii!!!” he doesn’t respond and just starts quietly twitching while he drives.
The family arrives home and the man says that he needs to get some air–takes a flashlight and proceeds immediately for the back yard, on his way to the woods. The mother cradles the children by the neck on their way into the house shielding them from her husbands icy and perverted air.
He charges through the woods at top speed as though he’s done it a thousand times, leaping over branches an weaving through the trees and sliding through low lying brush on his butt. When the grass touches his butt, he gets a boner. He wants to do it with an animal.
I don’t know if that would be possible. Some animals I can see, maybe I could see accepting sex from a human, but definitely not like a raccoon or skunk, and definitely not a cat, or a wild dog either. Any animal in the wild would rip you apart if you were to try any of that gross stuff on them. The people who do that stuff and get in trouble with the law for it have to have previously intellectually destroyed the whichever animal they’ve defiled. What a shame.
Anyways that’s the kind of thing that happens when you have movies like saw and shit out there. People go entirely nuts–with violence and sex. There is some five year old kid in a really dingy apartment filled with garbage an shit and two sexually liberated pervert parents watching the saw movies and he or she is going to grow up to be the most heinous monster that has ever been seen. Guaranteed.
Coming back to the original them of coward people who have weird sex things in movies and television are also portrayed to be huge cowards. That is unless they have strictly heterosexual vaginal intercourse in a billion ways with a billion people and are a guy, then they gain respect.
In the movie righteous kill Deniro and Pacino cart young women around with them like trophies and they are like seventy year old cops. There is even one scene where it shows Deniro powering through the denouement of a sexual episode with a younger lady and the girl is in hysterics. Anyways all I’m sayin’ with this is that they are just having casual sex whoever in that movie and it’s so that they look cooler.

I’m going to sign off on that.

university is for whimps!

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Cormac McCarthy and criminals

“It’s all real, starvin’ individuals kill,”
–Raekwon
I watched the road last night with dill and sally and I liked it a lot. It was terrifying in a lot of ways, imagining yourself in that situation. Being driven forward into starvation and the constant threat of attack as well as an unending sense of obligation to another; it seems like being one of the last men standing would be a heavy cross to bare.
And when you do get attacked you don’t get attacked by some fresh faced blond American Navy Seal hunk; or a clean cut, primmed and proper Nazi SS officer–but some group of really warty and gross back woods bisexual rapist cannibals. They have guns and huge trucks, big blunt weapons and razors for slicing kids throats, Hooks hanging at the end of chains and ropes with bloody nooses at the end hanging in the back yard. And again not to stress enough the physical appearance. Someone whose physical body betrays their internal perversions entirely.
It seems to me that that is a natural stage in the devolution of man according to Hollywood. It’s pretty crazy how every post apocalyptic movie has rural maniacs hunting around for any man woman or child to rape; then they keep around in a crypt in the mountains for an existence of barely being kept alive so that they can come and mutilate and rape you periodically until you die.
I know that they’re probably right and the worse off things get there will be more people around like that. Gathering up in the woods and behaving like cavemen, but those guys seem to come into play in every movie like this. I’d say there’d be a few unlucky ones who ran into these creeps but I don’t know that every time someone tells a story about a post apocalypse these guys need to be included. That being said if I was going to write a story about the world ending I would use the redneck rapists too.
And apparently according to deliverance these guys actually exist now. I know people always say, “Just because it happened in a movie doesn’t make it true.” But I’d say that statement isn’t totally the truth; I’d say a lot of the time if it happened in a movie than it happened in real life–it at least happened once upon a time.
A gay hillbilly racist is a weird thing. They are showing so many sides of the coin to such a ludicrous extent. How do you become open to the gay sex thing but get closed off towards another race, it’s weird to me how that happens. I guess it might come from generations upon generations of children being reared without supervision. When you let kids create their own reality it winds up being very convoluted and contradictory.
I’d say they should round all those guys up and get them to spend one night in LA’s party district. We’ll see whose down on black people–and whoever else white supremacists are anti–once they feast their eyes on even one of the tasty men out there. How could anyone really be angry with all the cute guys in the world these days.
That should be the rehabilitation for some of these guys–bring out the gay guy in them and suppress the racist. Give them a one way ticket to Hollywood and then send them to “Le Club Hardcore” in a limousine and pick them up like a month and a half later. Guaranteed to be de criminalized.
I wonder if that would be a better rehabilitation than prison in some ways. Because I’m sure that a lot of guys and gals are criminals because they never had a really good time. People are largely an expression of their environment and I think it would be cool to see what would happen if you just changed a criminals environment for the better. So what if in some cases when a psychologist deemed it appropriate someone was given a long vacation for free and given a free education or some other kind of break in life. It would probably work in some cases, and I bet it would cost less than locking them up for a couple years.
But if they were to do that the victims wouldn’t be able to slake their thirst for blood and we couldn’t have that could we victims… I think that the serious crimes should be punished harshly, but even then prison should be more of a school than scary place. I think it should be run by people who know more about people’s minds than the law. And I think it should have to have the capacity to instill fear in someone but only if that person has shown that that’s what they need to get better.
I know everyone would just love to distance themselves entirely from criminals but they are just people like anyone else. They are more in need of an education and a chance to better themselves than any of us; they can’t even function without being a danger to others around them. And there’s no use in just keeping a bunch of people locked up forever, we might as well move them towards being useful in some greater way.
If they have no chance to develop outside of a prison setting than what’s the use in keeping them alive. The justice system seems to be motivated in the spirit of revenge a lot of the time. Even though it’s common knowledge that revenge changes nothing and usually doesn’t feel as good as you thought it would. And that just putting all of the worse people in one place and making things for them all worse is going to just make them all way worse; bad plus worse equals much worse.
And maybe it would cost more, but then again maybe it wouldn’t. Maybe you’d have a higher turnover and people wouldn’t have to stay in so long. I guess the sentences need to be a little harsher because if they weren’t the victim may not be satisfied and may try to take justice into their own hands. It would make people a little harder to control. But then again laws definitely shouldn’t revolve around the satisfaction of the victim because people are never satisfied; it’s one of our defining characteristics.
Some people would be robbed by someone and probably want to see the person put to death, and that wouldn’t be fair at all. I bet it still is a punishment someplace in the world. I just think that when people’s thirst for revenge is fed it’s a bad idea because like everything we hunger for it tends to be bottomless; and because if you get revenge than the person you revenged on wants double revenge on you and then so do like five of their friends, then when they get that revenge on you, you and like eight of your friends want to triple revenge them–and it just snowballs until everyone in the world is either revenging or avenging and nothing ever gets done.
I don’t know maybe my opinion is too soft because I’m from Canada and we’re all softies. But then again the United States seems to want to spill blood at the drop of a hat. And even then I’m probably just talking about them because they are the biggest closest country to us; but I’m sure some other places are way more thirsty for blood–when it comes to crime and punishment I mean. It would be hard to compete with the United States blood lust on the international stage. And now I think I’ll go.