Solution To The Plight Of Humanity
by Sebastian Miller

Prologue: This message is meant for all of humanity. It is not a quest to save the rich, rescue the poor, or favor any political party or affiliation. What it is meant to do is instruct. Through mutual respect and understanding around the globe we can change. All we have to do is try. With the world in shambles society must heal. Society must realize what it is doing to itself. Society must shape up or ship out. With mutual respect and understanding we can heal the world. Osama bin Laden, this is not a quest to save one particular country. It is not a quest to save Islam, or Syria, or Egypt, or Kathmandu, or Zimbabwe, or the Middle East, or Pakistan, or any other country for that matter, including the U.S. It is not showing favoritism of any kind. It is not an attempt to restore Islam, or Africa, or Afhganistan, or any country evil or otherwise. To do so would be uncivilized. There are angles to words, different ways to interpret their meaning. There are different shades of meaning behind them. Different strokes for different folks. We spin our web of deceit and try to pass it off as truth. We try and show the world what bigshots we are. We try and take a stand. Make a difference. Make our hitch. We try and show what an ever-beckoning right of madness would do to the world. How our insanity is truly sane. These words are not insanity. They are instruction for a better world. A cleaner, nicer world in Islam. A happier social China. A happier Kathmandu. A happier Middle East. A more progressive U.S. A nicer Indochina. An all-encompassing one-world government when the time is right. You may misinterpret my words. You may use it to create a better Islam and destroy the planet. You may use it to create social anarchy because you will not understand what I am trying to convey. You may use it to destroy the world because you do not understand. People spin. People spin a web of deceit and misinformation and pawn it off as instruction. You may say I am trying to create a better Islam and destroy the U.S. You may say I am trying to create a stronger, more viable U.S. to keep the Islamists in peril. You may say I am trying to perish the earth, be a prophet, be a Muhammed and create social anarchy. You may say I am a god. None of these things are true. I am doing and are none of these. I am simply trying to instruct the planet. I am simply trying to show the world what a mess we've made of consciousness lately. I am simply trying to convey the truth. The absolute truth, without question or lack of wisdom. Without youth or expertise. Without a hint of misinformation, or spin, or ideology, or bullshit of any kind. Hard to do I know. You should try being me! It was not easy understanding this stuff. It took years of study, and understanding, and exploring, and learning to write, learning to really write, and exploring myself and the universe to truly understand.

Section 1. Awareness

No one is better than anyone. It is a simply a matter of opinion. Nothing is right or wrong, only thinking makes it so. Some things are a matter of personal choice. In order for man to thrive he must learn to create a world of peace, love, and harmony by learning to respect each other. For eons man has lived in social chaos, hoarding money, using military control, ousting the competition so that man can thrive. It is done out of necessity because we do not wish to live in decay, destroy the planet, or ourselves. We have initiated an idealization of fear, hate, and misunderstanding out of necessity because we do not wish to destroy the planet or ourselves. Not destroying the planet and ourselves is our number one priority because that would be the ultimate price. The world is a destructive force. This we intuitively know to be true because we feel it in the world. We sense the truth of things. What, do they think we are fucking idiots, we say, people who want to thwart the world out of fear, hate, necessity, or simple ignorance. Do they think we are going to let THEM destroy the planet, we say. We perpetuate violence in the world because we have to, if we want to save the planet or ourselves. The world is a destructive force, my friends, a beast of enormous energy, meant to overwhelm the logistics of thought, for me and you. When you get right down to it, we are ALL fucking idiots from the point of view of the guy looking to get his needs met. Through mutual respect, understanding, tolerance, and wisdom we can learn to prosper and live in peace and harmony when the time is right. For humanity to truly thrive corruption and evil must be eliminated while people learn to respect one another. Since our conception man has lived off man. We do so to attain power, money, and societal control. We believe that dictatorships are a necessary evil, and they often are. Religion can be a form of dictatorship used to control the minds and consciousness of people. Humanity, it is believed, must be protected from itself, and it often is because it is necessary. People would either go to hell for doing the wrong thing they claim, or would have no morales without religious imposition. Many religious leaders are worried society would crumble if there were no religious authority. Fundamentally, religious leaders who impose their ideology on people maintain they are doing right. If people were to think freely, they argue, they would corrupt themselves. The implication is that personal belief may lead many individuals to abandon their virtues. What humanity must realize is that it is morally unjustifiable to impose religion on itself. It may be done out of necessity, but in the long run it is both evil and disrespectful and often brings about resentment in people. Religious imposition is a form of bondage and must be eliminated. Government control, military supremacy, guerilla warfare, tribal warfare, genocide, media brainwashing, bureaucratic loopholes or technicalities, police intimidation, economic favoritism, slave labor, corporate domination, religious deception, dictatorships, all forms of control must be eliminated for society to truly thrive.
Evil in the world is a negative thing. It is done out of fear, ignorance, a lack of wisdom, or the feeling that it is necessary to survive. Evil may lead to hate, violence, hysteria, terror, horror, fear, suffering, a lack of love, depression, bad feelings, pain, resentment, revenge, misjustice, and social anarchy. When evil cannot be tolerated it is often eliminated. Evil in the world comes back in the form of karma. You can't escape it. When you create evil in the world it always returns to the source. Sometimes people cannot eliminate evil. This may lead to great repression. Repression often leads to sickness or disease which is one of the reasons people are so ill in this world. When we are evil, we create social disharmony. God is love, and love is goodness, and when goodness goes astray we create evil in the world. Technically, there are no evil people, there are only evil deeds. The world is doing the best they can given their own state of consciousness.

Section 2. What Should We Do About It

Humanity must respect one another. Society has been a plague of corruption, evil, and greed. We haven't learned to love one another. Instead we bicker back and forth, scramble around and hoard. We do not see the larger picture. We do not see what we are doing to ourselves. We see man as a plague, a scourge, a disease to be gotten rid of, a non-complacent nincompoop whose only pleasure is extracting love from the bowels of humanity. Love is something to be forgotten we believe. We do not see the larger picture. We do not see that love is an attraction. We fail to see that through peace and cooperation we can make a difference in the world. We can truly change if we wanted to. All it would take is some peace, love, and cooperation. We must begin to change. We must begin to take a hard look at ourselves. We must begin to say, "Hey, let's stop this shit! That's enough! No more puddin for me mom! I'm full! Thank you! I'll see ya tomorrow, if it doesn't rain! Later mom! Until tomorrow! Asta la vista! Se la vi! Thank you, beeyatch! That's all she wrote, beeyatch! My stomach is full!" With this kind of attitude we can change the world overnight. We can begin to clean up this garbage. We can begin spinning into infinity and say "Hey! Hallelujah! If you be my bodyguard, I can be your long lost pal, di di di da, di di di da!" We can begin to exact change in a heartbeat. All we have to do is believe.

Section 3. Are We Mice Or Men!

The world is a place of extraordinary possibilities. We scramble around on our high-horse screaming "Hey, mom, look at me, no hands!" We stumble around in the darkness talking about how we're going to fix the world's problems, but we haven't got a clue. Instead, we delight in how far we can go down into the muck. We dittle about, drawing in the sand, painting pictures of Jesus and Allah. We say the world is not enough. If we can only work in peace, we say, we could be happy. If we could only see the skies above, look down into the oceans of possibilities,
and mark the time, we could be happy. If only God would fix things, we say, then the world would be alright, everything would be fine, everything would be nice, neat and tucked away and tidy. Everything would fit into its place and we could be heroes. We could say we're bigshots now, frontmen, masters of the universe, rulers of the free world, who haven't a care in the world. Who don't care if we live or die, sit or stay, be happy or sad, or notice the wind. We could notice the sun and talk about how much we've hit the open waters. We could talk about how the world if different, how we've evolved, how the world is a one-time free-for-all ticket to the promise land, without a way home, without a farm, or henhouse, or pasture of green, or minute-men, ready to go at a moments notice, without fear or reserve, or hesitation. This is the world of imagination. It has no heart and no home. This is dreamstuff meant for heaven. This is where we go when we die. This is where the heart lies. This is stardust. This is the afterlife. This is finality, and there is silence.

Section 4. Parade Of Light

We seek approval. We suck on our thumbs. We make remarks about the time. We share stories of plight and romance, and make paper planes, and talk about the weather, and give shoeshines. We take pleasure in other's unhappiness. We give blowjobs. We do a one-for-all
dance of dissatisfaction around an Indian campfire and talk about the time. We make light of all the bullshit. We parade around in our underwear, and we never say a goddam thing! We make light of all the dark. We say we're truly evolved. We say we're discovered, polished, a finished product ready for assembly. But we haven't scratched the surfaced. We haven't begun to explore the possibilities. We haven't begun to show what we can accomplish. Instead, we mull around talking about our expressions. We shine our gun and play tiddlywinks. We play with our penis and round out the head. Prissy pissy reesy spread. We make remarks about time only for enjoyment, for laughs sake. And say, "Hey, Mom, suck on this! Suck on my big fat cock!" We like this. We repeat it often. It makes us smile, and we say, "Blow me! I've earned it! I've got a big monster cock and you will choke on it, if you can fit it in your big bloated mouth you whore!" This we say often without hesitation because it makes us think we're big. "If only my cock we're bigger," we say. We explore this because if our cocks we're bigger we wouldn't have to bomb people. We wouldn't have to do a big dance of dissatisfaction for Gods who are watching, laughing at us from above because we don't get it. WE DON'T GET IT! WE DON'T GET A GODDAM THING! ALL WE CARE ABOUT IS MONEY, AND MONEY ISN'T A WHOLE HELL OF A LOT IF YOU HAVEN'T GOT YOUR HEALTH! So buckle up buttercup, we're going for a ride. We're going to show the world we can make it. WE'RE GOING TO MAKE IT AFTER ALL, DU DU DU DU DU!

Section 5. The Finality

What is the point of the universe? What is the point of technology? If all we want to do is gratify the mind then we should eat chocolate bars. Watching porn makes us feel good. We like that. Different people, different strokes, bla bla bla. All we want to do is babble. Babble about the weather, babble about the time we're living in, babble about the hippies who don't give a shit, who don't make a dime because they can't cut it in the world. This we take delight in because it shows us how much money we've got. It shows us how successful we are. Keeps us showing up at those jobs. If all we care about is making money, then we should fly kites. At least this way we would be productive. Flying a kite is a hell of a lot more productive than making money for God's sake. At least that way the skies are satisfied. At least that way you've shown you can do something with your life. At least doing that is something, which is better than nothing, because nothing will get you in trouble if you're not careful. All people want to do is gratify the mind. To pop that cherry. To get off. To smoke the butt. To eat the cookie. To suck that cock! It is gratifying isn't it? To be able to come that close to ecstasy and pull away. Over and over we take kickbacks and bribes, we steal cars, and smoke pot, and take ecstasy, all so that we can feel good, so that we can pat ourselves on the back and say, "Good going Bob, you did it, you fucked that cunt, nice job, feels good don't it? Want some more? Psyche! GET YOUR OWN BOB, GOD!" We don't want to do the right thing. We want to take heroin. We want to parade around in our underwear and talk about what a great living we're making. We need to take a good hard look at ourselves and make peace with the universe. Until we do so, we will never get it right.

Section 6. Aw, I'm Done With Ya!

The world is a place of extraordinary possibilities. Humanity has the opportunity to love one another, live for one another, and create a world of peace, love, and prosperity. The world is full of problems. We have strived to overcome our plight. With commitment and dedication we can solve our problems. Change comes in increments, with humanity stepping forward and falling behind. With the ebb of time we flow, looking out for change, for something better, for something to propel us forward, to fulfill us, to make us feel satisfied and happy with the world.
In time we will solve our problems, if we do not destroy ourselves. The world is a fantastic place, full of wonderful possibilities. With our hearts and minds we can make a difference if we only change. In time we will solve our problems, overcome our plight, reexamine the world and ourselves, and say look at what we've done, we've changed the world, we've solved our problems, humanity's plight is over, we've done it, and breathe a sigh of relief, and feel ok, and look back at what we've done, and revel in that, and pat ourselves on the back, and say we did it, we made it, this is a good place, i'm glad we're here, let's not ever go back, let's remain here, and revel in what we've done, and prosper, and live in peace, and let us not ever go back, and live in harmony, and bask in the oneness forever, and go forward in time, striving to be more, and heading ever into the future, until we perish and rejoin god, and see the understanding that we created, and be proud, and revel in that pride, and vow to do it over and over again, forever and ever into the end of time, so be it, amen. This is the order we have created, it is all that we have, let us preserve it to no end, until we can change it, or until at least we change.
Even today there are problems. The question is what should we do about it? If we respected one another, if we did not impose on one another, if we could change ourselves, inside and out, if we could remove evil from the world, we would bring about a world of peace, harmony, and well-being.

Section 7. I Thought You Were Done!

Play with it, don't talk to it ! These should be the words on the gravestone of humanity. All we do is play with ourselves, with the world I mean. All we do is stir the pot and make everyone sick. All we do is shoot ourselves in the foot, take light of the darkness, and fuck up! We haven't looked in the mirror. We haven't basked in the sunlight and asked ourselves to wear tampons. We're bleeding from the lip because we don't talk enough. We don't share the sunlight. We don't take a one-time free-for-all look at ourselves. We don't share the spotlight. We don't make amends. We don't bring clarity to our lives. We don't give shoeshines either because we don't care! We don't know how to scratch each other's back, listen to a record, and smoke a joint, and say "Hey! This feels good! Let's do this more often! I got to get to know me better!" All we care about is money, sex, drugs, and politics of the foot. We give blowjobs to strangers, sit in the car and give handjobs for a living. Make money off the poor because we like it, because it feels good, BECAUSE WE DON'T CARE! We don't give a goddam shit about anyone but ourselves. Fuck them niggers! Fuck those kykes! Fuck those sandniggers! Fuck those guaps! They don't care about anyone! They don't contribute to society. They don't see the larger picture. All they want to do is steal from each other, and take drugs, and make each other sick. All they want to do is drive cars and be bigshots of the streets because they like it, and they want to piss you off. Truth is, niggers, kykes, jews, guaps, and sandniggers don't care about you either. BECAUSE YOUR AN ASSHOLE! You the rich, the white middle-class American assholes! YOUR SCUM! BECAUSE YOU DON'T CARE! BECAUSE ALL YOU WANT TO DO IS BE BIGSHOTS! MASTERS OF THE UNIVERSE! YOU THINK YOU'RE FUCKING PRETTY COOL, DON'T YOU?! YOU THINK YOU'RE FUCKING BIGSHOTS! YOU THINK THE WORLD IS YOUR OYSTER AND YOU JUST GOTTA MAKE A BUCK! YOU THINK YOU'RE FUCKING BURGERKING! YOUR THINK YOU'RE THE MAN! THE SHIT! THE QUAN! BUT YOU AIN'T HIP ASSHOLE! YOUR THE SCOURGE OF THIS WORLD! YOU'RE THE ICING WITHOUT THE CHERRY! THE QUAN WITHOUT THE BUCK! THE LEMON WITHOUT THE PIE! ICECREAM WITHOUT A CENTER IN THE MIDDLE! YOU'RE A PLAGUE! SO DIE ASSHOLE! GO BACK TO WHERE YOU CAME FROM! BECAUSE YOU DON'T GET IT! YOU'RE NEVER GONNA GET IT! YOU DON'T WANT TO GET IT! BECAUSE YOU'RE A LOSER ASSHOLE! A TOTAL WASTE OF SHIT! A HORSESHOE WITHOUT A HORSE! A CLOSET WITHOUT SPACE! A TOTAL WASTE OF YOURS AND MY TIME! I'M DONE WITH YOU!

Section 8. Suck That Cock!

I know I'm vulgar, but I don't give a shit. The world is my oyster of words. I do electronic figuring with my poetry. I give it a one-for-all spitshine. Can you see where I'm coming from? Can you see my jive? Cause I'm hip man. You ain't. You're a jive turkey, motherfucker. You're a big, monster cock, you fucking asshole! Go fuck yourself! You need this. This is your destiny, your quan. Cuz truth be known, motherfucker, you're an asshole, a shitface, cocksucking motherfucker meant to overwhelm the logistics of thought for me and you. You're a rabble-rouser, a shitkicker, a shitheel, without youth or expertise. You're a no good, cocksucking moron who doesn't have a clue in the world. You should be ashamed asshole! You don't have any morals. You got no clue how to be a man! You got no style. You ain't hip, man. Your a no good, cocksucking moron from outerspace. You walk and talk like an ape. You stagger around in your robe like you own the world. You are a piece of shit no one, asshole. I spit on you, pa! You're a moron no one likes. A plague of this nation. A scourge. An enema. Because your up our ass. You are up society's ass. You got a big giant hose up our ass and we enjoy it. We revel in it. We marvel at how much we enjoy it. We take delight in it. We see the world how it truly is and it haunts us. It horrifies us. It makes us think of the past, the way things used to be, the way an ever beckoning right of madness bestows the wind.

Section 9. The Lottery

We see the world as a lottery card. Stack the chips where you may. If you're lucky you'll cash in. If you're lucky you'll cash in your chips and say no more for me! I'm through, thank you! I'm done. That's all for me. Let me cash in my chips, please. I'm through. That's all she wrote. Let Anne Hathaway suck my dick! Let that whore gag on my cock. Let that whore suck it dry, because I've earned it. I've made my mark, I've shown I can go all the way. I've shown I can make it big. Earn my keep. Make my hitch. I hack into the brewmaid's quarters. Lift her by her hair she orders. Survey my penis. Round out the head. Prissy pissy reesy spread. The world is a neverending dance of illusions. Gag on my monster cock you whore. I've earned it. Now give me my money!

Section 10. Stardust

I've earned my keep, I make my point. I say what's on my mind and it is real. I am a no good son-of -a-bitch. I am a piece of shit asshole no one cares to understand. Hope is something a person cannot touch. It is impenetrable. Just like the movie Shawshank Redemption was quoted to have said. I've got style and taste and a whole lot of other things. But I am not a great scholar. What I do have is common sense. I am a fantastic writer and thinker. No one can pin me down, because I am the bomb. I am the quan. God I love that word. It is the quan. We get it from Jerry Maguire. This is like his mission statement. This IS the quan, because I am retarded. I don't give a fuck. I'll gank a motherfucking asshole because I don't give a shit. I don't care. I just want to survive. If the world will not listen to me I will gank the whole fucking lot of you. You are a great study. You the people of America. The great masses. You the seven wonders of the world. I study you. I watch. I keep making my mark. I keep an eye on you, the way no one does. I keep watch and make a fool of you time and time again, BECAUSE I DON'T CARE. The world is in shambles because only I care. You will not leave me alone. You will not solve your problems, so I am going to do it for you. It is a daunting task I assure you because IT IS HARD GODDAM WORK MAKING THIS MOTHERFUCKER WORK! It takes years of practice. It takes months of hard work. Months and months and months. It takes HARD GODDAM WORK! Trying to make it in the world. It takes years of study and understanding and the commitment to stay alive. The world will not leave me alone. The world will not take a fucking chill pill, because they don't care! All they care about is money, sex, drugs, and rock-and-roll. All they care about is self-gratification. Do you know how awful it is to suffer. Do you know what its like to be poor. I do. I am poor. I'm a poor motherfucker who can't get a break. I am a charlatan who doesn't care if the world blows up to smithereens, BECAUSE I AM A MONSTER!. I am a no-good son-of-a-bitch. A no-good call girl from outerspace without the cost of even a dime. I'm your whore because I love you. Because I see the destruction you cause and it sickens me to no end. I can't take this shit. I can't take this motherfucking shit anymore. Fuck them sandniggers, fuck them jews, fuck those kykes with the goldy locks, and the pony tails, and the locks of hair grown out like some sort of fascist pig, you swine, you scum of the universe, you moron, asshole, no good, son-of-a-bitch, moron, asshole, fuckface, dickwad, piece of shit, asshole, moron, no-good, piece of shit, idiot, with the dumb pony tails, and the long locks of hair trying to look like members of the Def Leopard rock band, no-good, asshole, piece of shit, motherfucker with the idiotic hair. You all make me so sick, I'm done with you.

Section 11. The Quan

I'm almost done with you, but not just yet. If the icecream is coming, everyone gets excited. No one goes home without their icecream. If we can just see the larger picture, the world will come together in a fantastic way. The world will see itself in a larger light. The world will be blown away like a motherfucker, because the world will see what it has been doing to itself. The world will be like, whoa!, what a motherfucker!. Can you see! Can you see now what you were doing to yourselves. You were destroying the universe. You were destroying the world. You were making a mockery of yourselves and you wouldn't listen. You are an arrogant bunch of people no one cares to understand. You do not see what you are doing to yourselves. You think the world is a joke, a monument to your soul. An evil being meant to overwhelm the logistics of thought for me and you. You are scum. You are a no-good bunch of assholes no one cares to understand. You are an idiot. A savant of idiocy. A no good, clockwork orange, moron, drunk on success and being a billionare. You are a moron of outrageous proportions. A charlatan. And like I said, an idiot savant. I like you. I think your sweet. I think your an asshole of outrageous proportions. A no good, no pin-up asshole, who doesn't understand the universe and how it functions. Its easy. You fuck up you get fucked up. Jack somebody and you get jacked yourself. Fuck up and the world fucks you. It's that easy. It's that simple. The world up til now has been a complicated mess. A phantom. A fabrication of everybody's mind. We don't see it, but it has been. It has been a complicated mess no one has dared clean up. It has been a fabrication of our mind and no one has seen the larger picture, and the icecream with it. It has been a motor car that runs on diesel power. It has been an engine that runs on diesel power. It has been a gigantic force of nature. It has been a humdrum way of life no one has dared to understand. It has been a no good piece of shit ride that leads fucking nowhere. It has been a fire-breathing dragon of monumental proportions. WE HAVE BEEN KILLING EACH OTHER. WE HAVE BEEN KILLING EACH OTHER EVERY DAY FOR WHAT! FOR RATINGS! FOR LOVE! FOR WHAT?! JUST TO GET OUR ROCKS OFF! JUST TO WATCH TELEVISION! JUST TO SEE HOW LARGE THE WORLD CAN GET OUT OF HAND! WHAT ARE WE FUCKING STUPID?! WHAT ARE WE FUCKING MORONS! WHAT ARE WE FUCKING IMBECILES FROM OUTER SPACE! FUCK THAT SPANK-MONKEY, FUCK THAT SHIT, FUCK THAT STUPID, FUCKING ATTITUDE WE HAVE HAD ABOUT MONEY, SEX, AND DRUGS. FUCK THE WAY WE HAVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THE WORLD, BECAUSE IT DOESN'T WORK! WE ARE NOT EVOLVED! WE ARE APES! WE ARE NO GOOD, PIECE OF SHIT APES WHO HAVE BEEN OSTRACIZED FROM SOCIETY, THE VERY SOCIETY WE CREATED OUT OF IDIOCY. America was not meant to be a free world, a free country, a world of neverending possibilities for us to screw up. We were supposed to be evolved. We were supposed to do things in a civilized way, but we screwed up didn't we! We showed the world what jackasses we've become. A world of neverending possibilities that was meant to be evolved, civilized, like reindeer. Like those piece of shit idiots at the store who shop for makeup, and hair color, and cosmetics of a strange kind. Like those morons who bake bread for a living. Like the hair-stylists who show off by making you look like a star. WE HAVE BEEN VULGAR CLOWN'S, ALL OF US. UNITED BY VANITY, AND POWERLESS TO CHANGE. MORALITY HAS BEEN A FEATHER RIDING THE WIND, WHILST TIME STAND STILL.

Thank you ladies and gentlemen, and goodnight.

Section 12. An Afterthought

The world has been in shambles. We must fix it. We must create a better society. We must create a world of opportunity. We must create a world that will be diplomatic. That will be filled with spontaneous energy of monumental proportions. We see the universe as a simple equation. A + B = C. It's that simple. All we have to do is respect one another. All we have to do to bring about a world of peace is love one another. Loving means respecting each other. Love can mean holding another responsible for the wrongs they've commited. Love means that we are all one. All we have to do is try.

Section 13. The Finality

Star Trek is a wonderful example of how to function as a society. If we can imagine a better world, why can't we change the one we're living in. The world is not a joke. It cannot be played like a game to be weighed and measured like a game of ping pong. Do not consider it a quest to be conquered like chess. War leads to more war. Yes, sometime nukes are necessary because people will not stop hurting us. People will not stop creating war, so we have to kill them. We have to bring out the nukes and nuke'em to death. Die you motherfuckers, we say. Die! You're killing us, so we'll stop at nothing to kill you motherfuckers. We we'll kill all you motherfuckers for being an insane bunch of weirdos we don't care to understand. WE WILL LAUNCH NUKES AT YOU IF YOU DON'T LISTEN TO US! IF YOU DON'T LEARN! STOP KILLING US, WE SAY TO EACH OTHER! YOUR HURTING US! STOP IT, OR WILL KILL YOU! DO YOU UNDERSTAND THIS ISN'T A GAME! IT ISN'T A GAME FOR YOUR AMUSEMENT OR SATISFACTION, FOR THAT MATTER! IT IS NOT A GAME OF CHESS TO BE PLAYED LIKE A GAME OF CHANCE! IT IS NOT FUN, AND YOU KNOW THIS MAN!

Section 14. The Final Frontier

I know I've said it before, but these are my final words. Obama, Barrack I mean, is a no good son of a bitch. He's a great man, and a great leader, but he's misdirected. If he brings about a world of peace too soon, many factions may grow in military strength and obliterate the U.S. Our destiny is this. To save the planet through logic and understanding, the way Barack suggests. But it has to be done with care and tactical expertise. It has be done with perfection. It is a very careful dance, to be done with taste and perfect maneuvering. Barack must lead the free world to a new world order. A world order of taste, and expertise, and maneuvering. It is a complicated choice of discovery that we must take very seriously. We must be experts at it. We must be con-men. We must be smart, educated, fast, and deal with it in a timely matter of perfection. Without perfection comes chaos. It is inevitable. When you create negative energy it comes back two-fold. It is a law of the universe without fault and imperfection. It is an antiquated vile disgusting turd of a creation and it must be stopped. We must change now or forever live in peril, until we die or destroy ourselves. That is all I have to say.

Section. 15. Is This The End Already?

I can see the world from an original perspective. I can see the world from the point of view of a guy who's not a criminal, who's not a lawyer, who's no charlatan, who's no idiot savant asshole trying to screw up the world, who's no charlatan at all. Whose no piece of shit, dipshit asshole, out to screw up the world with his imperfect logic. Logic is meant to be perfect. Imperfect logic leads to great imperfection. It is a law. Imperfection leads to imperfection. You cannot do anything about it. You cannot change the world without perfect logic. It will fail. You will fall right on your ass, because you are using imperfect logic. It's that simple.
Now, let me talk politics. Let me show you why the world isn't working. The only reason the world isn't working is because we have lost hope. We have miseducated everyone around simple math and science. We do not explore philosophy. We do not explore the possibilities of our hearts and minds. We do not see the larger picture. We do not see what we are doing to ourselves. We do not see the imperfect logic of the possibilities of our minds. We do not see how we change the world in a heartbeat with perfect logic, and perfect wisdom. I am trying to instruct you. I have studied the greats. I have studied Deepak Chopra. I have studied Ron H. Hubbard. I have studied so many great poets and savants of logic and education. So many great thinkers who keep trying to show us what we are doing to ourselves. We keep perpetuating the same thing over and over. We keep showing up at the doorstep of time, without shades on, blocking the sun, blocking the sunrays. BUT NOBODY CARES! We do not see what a mess we are making of the universe. We do not see how aweful things have gotten. We do not see what a mess we've made of ourselves and our thoughts. I am done with you goodbye.

Section 16. Middle Eastern Philosophy

There is no right or wrong. Only thinking makes it so. When the human spirit is endowed with great magical nuances of hope, and spirit, and greatness, and attitude, and logic, and discovery we begin a meltdown of the human equation, because we are that fucking crazy. We don't know how to assimilate information. We don't see the larger picture anymore. We don't see what a mess we've made of consciousness lately. We don't see why the world doesn't work. We don't see the logic of youth and expertise, and are killing each other. We are killing each other over money, and logic, and reason, and all sorts of crazy bullshit we don't care to understand. The world is mostly full of apelike idiot savants who think they are the quan. Like Carlin said, "If we can paint a painting, build a car, sculpt a sculpture, or do anything remotely evolved we think we're bigshots.” We think we're the quan. But we ain't hip assholes! We're idiots.

Section 17. The True Finality

And you know this man! And you know this man! And you know this man! Enough of this horseshit now let's eat. I'm tired of this horsehit now! Enough said. People spin. Hey, I know! The world is an ever-beckoning right of madness meant to overwhelm the logistics of thought for me and you! That is all! Ba de ba de ba de, that's all folks!

Section 18. My Madness, In Blazing Color

And YOU thought YOU weren't going to have any fun! Enough said. Yes! I am actually done! Finally! Want a lick, psyche! Stop trusting me so much! You idiots! I am not a savant! I am just a good thinker and writer! Which makes me a savant of outrageous proportions! Now shut up and go to sleep Oprah! You see how I knew you were going to fall asleep to my poetry poetic wisdom! Oh, I see you're thinking! Now you know! Now you know precisely what you we're doing to each other! So STOP forever! Stop playing with yourselves SO much! Stop asking why? why? why? so Goddam much! Stop saying that's it, I'm fucking done with life! If you give up on life, you are unhappy! Yes! You are! You become so lethargic and dismal that everything shuts down! And you are unhappy! Now shut up and go to lunch. The end.

Section 19. And You Thought I Was Done!

I'm never done am I! Never! He never stops reading this fucking article. It just keeps going and going and going like the energizer BUNNY! He never stops reading, so I will stop! NOW!

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Section 20. Now I'm Done!

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Section 21. Now I Am Done!

psyche, want a lick, psyche, stop falling for my bluffs people! GOD! YOU ARE EASY TO BLUFF! YOU ARE ALL DISEASED SAID CARLIN! HE WAS RIGHT! YOU WE'RE ALL DISEASED WEREN'T YOU! NOW ADMIT IT! Just admit it! Just say ok, I remember the present! I will stop denying my present now open it up! It is wonderful to have a present and open it up and be done with it! Yes, I use poor NASTY vile language to open up your hearts! That is how you think! You thought you were Gods, didn't you! You thought you were MASTERS OF THE UNIVERSE! Didn't YOU! Yes! You are saying! So stop fucking each other up the ass! It doesn't't work that way.

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