Endless Dross

I sometimes wonder if my posts are somehow attracting the nicey-nicies' blogs. I mean, really; all I can ever find are nice, humdrum morons.

Are you all so pleased with this meaningless world you live in? Do you want to achieve nothing in your lives except pay your bills, copulate, procreate, and die?

Don't you get it yet? There is nothing new. I am dazed with boredom by adverts for 'great new artists', excreting musical offerings that are poor copies of the best of the Sixties and Seventies. Everything original that was worth doing seems to have been done then; everything since is monotonous, soulless, or plagiarized.

CD, DVD, MP3 ... we have perfect memories, guys. Everything that's ever been done is there for us to see and hear. Can we do nothing except recombine all the old stuff? What is the point?

When You Think You're About To Hit Bottom, They Lower It

Yeah, well ... just had a go on 'next blog' again ... if anything, the drivel is getting worse. Happy little stories of irrelevant people's lives, set down so their children can appreciate their parent's mediocrity. Celebrating a child's first steps - well, at least they can pretend they've achieved something in their pointless little life. And recipes for tomato dip, for God's sake.

The worst thing about seeing the world as it really is - hopeless, Godless, meaningless - is the clarity of vision it gives you. The world always looks better when you can't see it too well.

Nothing New Under The Sun

When I have posted something immortal on my blog, I usually hit the 'next blog' button to see if anything will turn up that can interest me for more than half a second. What a waste of effort; the drivel I turn up usually doesn't even hold my attention for half a second.

Somebody told me about a Polish guy called Stanislaw Lem who wrote at least one science-fiction story describing the wealth of dross made available by connecting computers together. This was at least twenty years before the World Wide Web was invented.

Would be so nice if you blogheads could at least try to be original.

Of Comfort In Despair

So far, no comments on my immortal thoughts. It's comforting to know that those who comprise the blogging community really are as stupid and lazy as I thought.

Proof of Enduring Stupidity

See, I keep telling some idiot that I don't understand Asian gibberish, so they should get a translation from Korean - or whatever it is - into English, if they want me to understand their pathetic thoughts. This is the latest comment that has been left for me:

放鬆一下,看個笑話吧!!
站住！還我貞操
珠江路上超強的IT廁所
班長後悔莫及
蚊子是如何誕生的
蚊子的眼淚（煽情版）
笑抽了！

Does anyone in the real world understand this gibberish? Would love to know what I'm ignoring.

The Simplest Solution Is Usually The Correct One

I used to think people disagreed with me because they had free will, were individuals, and had a right to their own opinions. But this is a complicated view. The simplest solution is the obvious one: they're stupid.

How Pathetic Most People Are

So far I have indulged myself in posting comments on other blogs, designed to get some sort of reaction from the spineless losers blabbering their rubbish for all the world to see. And you know what? I haven't had a single response, unless you count a gook who replied to me in Korean or something I don't understand. Have none of you a spine?

Guns And Bombs

You can't own them or make them; governments can. Governments bleat on about gun crime and how they'll crack down on terrorist bomb-makers; then they sponsor private companies to sell small-arms and bombs to African money-sponge countries - you can't call them 'nations' as they're just a group of tribes of savages, and you can't call them 'developing nations' as the only thing they've ever developed is a taste for each other's flesh. And then the Africans sell the guns and bombs to your little boys so they can kill you in the street. Fine world, huh?

A Sense of Humour

... is what idiots have instead of a will to do anything worthwhile.

Advancement Through Despair

If those who can do, and those who can't teach, what hope is there for any student?

The Truth

Nothing means anything, and the only consolation is money.