This Guy

This guy leads with his junk. He’s incredible. When he looks at girls, he turns his whole head, neck, and shoulders right in front of them with no subtlety or apologies. He makes sure he gets an eyeful. He makes me look prudish. The party never stops.

Dickhead

Sorry, dickhead. You’re welcome to shoot past me at 80mph while angrily staring out the window at me if you like. I’m just going to sit here like a lump, in the right lane, going five below. I’m not giving you any reasons to pull me over. I’m not handing out any of those today. You’re just going to have to ruin somebody else’s evening for driving a little too fast. You’re going to have to find another way to meet your quota.

Law Enforcement

The existence of law enforcement is one of the great embarrassments of humanity. It ranks with racism, greed, war, homophobia, and religion. Law enforcement is irrefutable proof of our inability to control ourselves. We, as a species, cannot behave. The necessity for rule-enforcing professionals is evidence of this. Compounding this dysfunction is our impotence to effectively remedy it. An effective solution to a problem solves that problem. Law enforcement does not solve. It treats, and poorly at that. It does not cure our disease. It treats the symptoms. Often it even fails to do that. The real comedy of this is the fact that our behavioral problems are being treated by other people with the same problems. A human is a human. A law enforcement official is a human pretending to be something more than he is. This, however, is just an act. It is an appeal to power. It’s all they have, because they are aware of their own fallibilities and limitations as people. They know that projecting the power and authority of something more than human is the only way to maintain their façade. I believe there are good cops. Perhaps even most begin their careers in law enforcement with good convictions. However, the nature of their occupation makes that an incredibly difficult thing to sustain. A law, like any idea, is only worth what is gained from it in execution. It is only as good as it is applied. Gravity is not an idea or a law. Gravity simply is. Gravity does not need its truth to be defended. Gravity does not need anybody’s help. If you think you can disregard gravity, go right ahead and try. A law is simply an idea. A law is a suggestion, and only as relevant as it is enforced. Our esteem of and belief in our own laws is just another indication of our overestimation of our own authority to determine what is right and what is wrong. The only difference between good kids and bad kids is that good kids don’t get caught.

The Natural State of Things

As it turns out, freedom is, in fact, free. Freedom is the natural state of things. Control (in the William Seward Burroughs sense) is the absence of freedom, and Control is only created and maintained through deliberate effort and violence. Freedom and Control are diametric opposites. Wars are fought not on your behalf, in defense of you or your freedoms, but over you by various conflicting manifestations of Control which want to have authority over you. Control needs more Control to sustain itself. Imagine a giant game of dodge ball where the losing team is absorbed by the winning team. Control perpetuates itself with numbers. Control only creates more of itself. Wars aren’t fought over sincere hatreds or disagreements, but over the human desire to force others to be as we want them to be: like us, or at least in accord with our wishes. Though a soldier may sincerely believe in the righteousness of his cause, and perhaps even correctly so, the simple act of fighting in the first place proliferates the dominance of Control, and thus creates more need for violent conflict. Control creates more of itself by creating more need for itself. Any form of violence whatsoever functions to reduce and confine freedom, not protect it. Moral correctness or incorrectness is entirely moot. Violence is not about morals. It’s about sustaining Control and diminishing freedom. The only way to promote Freedom is not to fight.

America Is My Landlord

You can love America all you want, but it will never love you back. When you own your house, all the monthly checks you put in the mail to pay it off are essentially still yours, because you own the thing you’re paying for. You’re investing. When you rent your place of residence, it pays for you to have a place to put your stuff for a predetermined duration of time, and it pays for your landlord to drive a Cadillac and go golfing. Your landlord isn’t necessarily a bad guy, but he doesn’t really have any interest in you beyond the checks you write him. It’s a money relationship that you’re paying into. That’s what America is. America is a landlord. Your relationship to it is purely economic. You get what you pay for, and you don’t have the option to buy. You can’t own. It’s only rented. It’s just where you live at the moment.