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I read books sometimes, so here a few that I remember reading and liking.
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You people ever see Hitcher (1986)
The film is this action-horror-neo-western, and it so good. I saw years ago, and decide to rewatch it tonight. It's still as good as I through it would be. Rutger Hauer is so good at playing the Hitcher, like this dream-like figure. And the main character who played by C. Thomas Howell, just tired through the whole film. I just like this movie and I think you should watch it.
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Freedom: A discussion about Never Surrendering
“Freedom is the greatest gift we’re born with but the hardest to hold onto.” - Joseph Washakie from Quantum Leap: Freedom November 22, 1970
Preface: We could have lived free, but we traded it for a fucking parking lot.
(To write this discussion I can not fear about how you the reader will think about my thoughts and ideals. And well, me. So I promise no matter what I will try my best to give you the reader the closest to my opinion from the start of writing this essay on 9/14/26 to when I’ll finish. Because one part of freedom is not needing to care for humanity.)
In the TV series Quantum Leap there’s an episode where the main character (Sam Beckett) quantum leaps into the body of an Indian. And the whole point of the episode is to bring this old Indian man, Joseph Washakie, back to the reservation he lived on as a boy. Where he lived as a “free” man. The old man died in his land free from the white eyes that stole his freedom.
I hate the suburbs. It truly is one of America's worst inventions, because it’s too American. It’s this fucking sickness that America has. To be plastic. In Blue Velvet the start and end of the film is the same, and it bothers me. The character ends up living in the same white painted fences, and red roses. Now there’s another film I watched when rewatching Blue Velvet, and it's called I Saw the TV Glow. Blue Velvet removes the plastic and shows the body underneath it, (Which I think Twin Peaks: Fire Walk with Me does much better). But I Saw the TV Glow chokes the watcher out with the horror of suburb. (Also some other stuff that adds to the suffocating feeling that life is, but to this point it’s not really needed.) I Saw the TV Glow depicts what being an American is. You get choked out until you have nothing left, and shove their own ideals, and beliefs in you. Like a doll’s cotton being ripped out and replaced.
"'Pretty.' 'Beautiful.' 'Nice.' 'Fine.' That's our life now! Everything's 'fine'. We put on the funny nose and glasses and slip on the banana peel and the TV makes everything happy and everyone's laughing all the time, it's all so goddamn funny, it's our constitutional right to be amused all the time, isn't it? We're a smirking nation, living under the tyranny of 'fine.' How are you? Fine.. How was your day? Fine. How are you feeling? Fine. How did you like the painting? Fine. What some dinner? Fine..." from Red by John Logan
I’m not really sure what this one is supposed to be. In the final essay, and it is my final essay. The title and topic is No One Will Save Me. There was this person in the comment of that essay that said, "Nobody is coming to save you. But some people might be coming to help you." And I realized yesterday (9/13/26) that I don’t want to be saved, or even helped. I finally remember the thing I once knew. No one will save me or help me, because no one can. And when I really think about it I don’t want that. “I should have never surrendered" will never be something that I will have to say.
Last time in that epilogue, I related “I should have never surrendered" to what Cobbler said, which was how Geronimo didn’t want to live with all this shit, that we call life. I’m going to change the meaning a bit from last time. I never want to surrender myself into America, or I don’t want to be this fucking doll where they can just shove all their ideals in. I need to know, it's not I want to know. I may be a raving fucking nut job, but that the only damn part I find worth a damn.
Freedom, true freedom is the most important thing in this world. The only ideal I think I would ever die for, but of course, this will be for my own personal freedom. I don’t give a shit about this country's ideals or the people. No one will save me. Why the fuck would I want people to save me? The only person I will need is myself, so it’s time to let the final essay rest, and the first discussion to start.
“If this cannot be done during my lifetime—if I must die in bondage—I hope that the remnant of the Apache tribe may, when I am gone, be granted the one privilege which they request—to return to Arizona.” — from Geronimo's Story of his Life
Part I: “Providence is kind, and blessed us with failure”
“Facing up to the fact of the attempt has been agony enough; the heart quails to think of the catastrophe of success. What if Gottlieb and his researchers had succeeded in their wildest dreams, and no secret, nor the life of any “enemy,” had been safe from the CIA?
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Owning agents body and soul, attractive in theory, would have given us much to regret, to deny and to hide. But Providence is kind, and blessed us with failure.” — The Search for the "Manchurian Candidate": The CIA and Mind Control: The Secret History of the Behavioral Sciences
Horace Greeley said "Go West, young man, go West and grow up with the country." We did, and what did the country grow up to become. Fucking Utah! The one good thing that has come out of Utah is the TV series about how shit Utah is, and it Under the Banner of Heaven.
Man and his love for freedom is nothing more than a damn lie. He would sell his freedom for nothing more than peanut shillings. If Gottlieb and his researchers would have succeeded with completing their wildest dreams, leaving no secret nor life out of the hands of the CIA really had mattered to the people.
Did freedom matter when the black man was shipped to the states being enslaved and beaten. When the natives were then treated the same, and so on and so forth. I can be here all day and have done it many times so I don’t give a shit about how much American’s freedom is a lie. It drives my mind to the brink, and any real government, you just can’t have freedom with government. You can have the lie of freedom and government, but you do not have freedom. American’s “freedom” is just the fat for the little piggies. Just read the Patriot Act.
I don’t dream. I just sleep. The only time I dream is when I’m awake. I dream of freedom that I will never catch. I dream of the desert, and the abandonment of man. I dream that I was alive instead of following the movement of a body that is said to be my own. What is the importance of the body? Nothing. I only care for the mind, my mind. I only care about the single dream I can dream. One that’s forever out of reach.
Part II: "He broke from them, and then he broke from himself." — Captain Benjamin L. Willard
Freedom is inherently selfish, or at least my ideal of freedom is. To be free, truly free, is to stop caring about everyone. Break from any social, ideological, ethical, moral, ect beliefs. Dem, MAGA, Absurdist, Nihilist, ect. Break from any label/group. Homosexuality, Heterosexuality, Cisgender, Transgender, ect. A true break from any of the ideals of society. The total and unflinching exodus from humanity, but a rather difficult task for a being.
I find every label to be a foolish one. I don’t need to explain what I am, but such an easy thing to see when you’re a cracker. But I am a cracker, so I don’t have to care about identity, and I don’t have to care about man.
I don’t care about you, humanity. Not in a sociopathic way. Like those Richie Riches. There’s just something that’s gone, losses and disappear within my head. I’m really just the type of person not worth caring about. Emotionally, not intellectually. I think that’s why I’m the way I am. I’m only a man. How I’m I supposed to not crumble under the weight of life. The world has supposed to have ended at least a few dozen times a year for the least ten years. I mean we all thought it would end like five different times this year alone. And the news always reads the same things, “the end is coming, but slowly”.
Who wouldn’t want the break from it all, to know true freedom. Within that fucking desert. "Shit, more and more I want to live in that desert. I can just feel it these days. All alone, living in this abandoned little town with another real town not far from there where I get everything I need to live. I would ride long and far on my bike and think never. Never needing to, with all the booze fueling the brain. This time it would work. I’ll be back in the states far from anything that matters. Never talking those years, not even to myself. And when I was good and ready whether it would take a few months, years, maybe even decades. I would finally place that piece of shit of a pistol out and feed a round into it and then feed a round into my own skull... Just a figure that will appear within the corner of the eye, but never fully one. A mirage of the past of what America was. The one filled with blood, mud and gold. A lone being looking for nothing but what he will find. The myth of America a being with no name.” — V from Devil’s Hell.
More and more mornings I find myself saying to myself I don’t want to do this anymore. What’s the point of this if all of this is just live. This is all you get. This is it. Is this it?
Jesus Chirst.
"It demands great spiritual resilience not to hate the hater whose foot is on your neck, and an even greater miracle of perception and charity not to teach your child to hate.” — James Baldwin’s The Fire Next Time
Part III: "I should never have surrendered. I should have fought until I was the last man alive." — Geronimo
I wanted to finish this after finishing I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings, and I finished it today (9/24/26). Within my quest in finding answers I thought answers would be found. And as always they weren’t but it’s a good book. Working on this fucking thing for about two weeks I only find that it sound more like a long rave. I like the full quote much more than only “I should never have surrendered.” Really proves the point how Geronimo was just a man wishing to die. And what is death but said to be the greatest freedom.
I guess the thesis is “Freedom is the greatest gift we’re born with but the hardest to hold onto”. What the hell’s freedom anyway, just a concept like everything else. A dream that can never be touched or lived in. Some distant memory that no one truly lived within. Maybe when I read all those Indian books I’ve learned something. Maybe not. I don’t know.
Freedom’s a verb one that’s always changing. One that’s one must always fight for. One someone must die for. Feed the tree with the blood of patriots and all that shit. You really only can have freedom when you’re the last man alive.
"Nah, it’s dance till you drop! ... Teach the kids the steps before you do...Hope they make it farther than you." — Dr. Robby from The Pitt. I guess that’s it. Just dancing till you drop, and teach the kids everything you know beforehand. Hope to whatever that they do better than you could ever do.
“The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom. - Caged Bird from Shaker, Why Don't You Sing? by Maya Angelou
Good Night and Good Luck
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If you folks haven't seen this video yet is defilnaly a treat.
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No One Will Save You: A Three Part Essay About Life; The True Final Essay
No one will save you.
"I'd never seen a man so broken up and ripped apart." — said Benjamin L. Willard from Apocalypse Now
(This is an essay remember that, and not to think of it as anything else. )
Preface
No one will save you, it’s a phrase that rings around my skull at times. The “darkest of times” lack of any better phrase, if there was one I would use it. I can’t say when this phrase first reared its head, but it has at least been rearing its head a lot more in the past few weeks. For some reason or another this foolish fool has been in and out of a blue mood. One reason for this blue mood, mostly throughout today (25/8/2026) it’s about this one event in my own past. There was this one late Friday night, or very early Saturday morning, we’ll talking 12:00 to 1:00: to 2:00 possibly even getting by the end 3:00. It was about talking this friend off the cliff. When I’m thinking about this event, which happened many rotations of the Earth ago, I think “What would have happened if I was not awake?” All the images I made in my head while waiting for a response. All the actions I thought I should do. In the end, I hope there will never be a time again that causes so much damn adrenaline.
The point of this opening is to find the irony to the statement above. I doubt I saved the person, by that I mean I doubt they would have done it. (The last time I saw them, a good bit ago they seemed fine) They were having a dark time and just needed something. (This is probably not true, but like most things that night I wish not to believe blood could have caked my hands if anything had gone wrong. I doubt any being reading this would.) The pronoun of you is closer to I than actually you.
In the final part of this opening, I would like to say why this is here. One of things that I find that Cobbler discusses is the madness within man. Within “The Last Indian to Surrender”, “We Need to Talk about Blood Meridian”, “This is my Final Draft”, and “please watch i cant do titles its important” with many others he discusses the cruel reality and madness that fills the “soul” of man. I know that I am no man like Cobbler and absolutely not the writer that he is, but I hope meaning can be found.
Part I: The Peculiar Need to Spill my Guts Out and Post it.
“It was written I should be loyal to the nightmare of my choice.” ― Joseph Conrad's Heart of Darkness
The first and third essay were about humanity and the apathy that came with living with your fellow man. (See Part I, Part III of Essay one and Act IV, Act V of Essay three possibility Act I and II of Essay three). I used to believe that living to die was just fine, and I guess that's why nihilism seems to be such a well bed mate. Because nihilism is simply a practice for death. “If nothing means anything what’s the point of doing anything” says the nihilist. Why grow close with others when your death will only bring them sorrow. Just live within splendid isolation.
So once more I will cut my stomach with a bamboo knife, and spill my guts onto the kitchen floor. All to get this approver. An approver that will allow my foolish brain to feel guiltless in feeling poor. But I know that day will never come. Because I should never feel poor, or complain about the difficulties of my life when they are so insignificant. That’s was the background of those essay, like my book, my wish that there’s a good reason to be fucked up. Find a reason to be able to be comforted, but till my dying days I can never dare try and be comforted. Because comfort comes when you’ve given up on becoming better. Comfort, I believe, is the first step to decadence, also I just can’t justify myself to be fully comfortable. There’s a sense of trust that comes with comfort, I do believe, and trust is yet another thing I do not believe in.
I’m always filled with a certain type of apathy, and the only thing I can do about this is to beat it down with a stick. I’ll finish this part with a little thing I have sometimes. “The scars only ever remind the man of the meaning he could not find and the unreality of reality." - V - The Devil’s Hell
Part II: Always filled with a certain type of apathy: An Apathy Toward Humanity, and The Cycle of Man.
“I want to live alone in the desert
Lying down in the dark to dream
I don't want to see their faces
I don't want to hear them scream
Splendid isolation
I don't need no one” - Warren Zevon’s Splendid isolation (Listen to Warren Zevon he’s the greatest musician ever. The DJ Peach Cobbler of Class Rock and Rollers. Here a link to such a great goddamn interview: Warren Zevon - WMMS Studios 13th October 1976)
This heading kind of destroys the ending of that last essay, but I also said that "Choose to believe that (theirs more) humanity in humanity than that of inhumanity". I never said I chose this, I’ve given up on humanity, and I won’t return. I barely see myself as human really, more like an outside observer to your guys’ vapid bullshit. I given up on friends a long time ago, given up on any relations of romantic sorts since I was born (that one’s not my falt, fucking piece of shit brain), and at someone point you just read enough and realize that dealing with humanity is losing game.
"How nice—to feel nothing, and still get full credit for being alive." Kurt Vonnegut - Slaughterhouse-Five (1969). There times when I seem to lose emotion, I was cutting once and there wasn’t any real pain, and that fucking scared me. So I just started attacking my arm, just to feel anything. “Cutting is rather vicious cycle, because it starts with an unfamiliar action. The cutting, and the dopamine and so on and so forth hit the brain and make it feel good … In the end a man chases the dragon cutting more, deeper, rougher, to feel something. To feel anything, and everything else just gets worse. Until you cut something, and then you either die or live, and at that point you don’t know which is better. And you still don’t know.” V - The Devil’s Hell.
Man is just one big cycle. One starts with life, and ends in death. Returning to where we started; an undiscovere'd country, one no traveller returns from. “So it goes.” as Kurt Vonnegut says in Slaughterhouse-Five.
Part III: No One will Save You: The Abyss Gazes Into You
“I have seen the bodies of children, carved by zealous knives, lying at the foot of altars to dead Gods. I have seen weeping Nazis; standing in fields of innocent meat. I have seen the end, and I do not fear it anymore. It is the only place where the Flesh of the innocent is spared the daggers of Madmen.” The Abyss/DJ Peach Cobbler - Cobbler Crackdown FOREVER
To live is to die, and to die is to live.
This is the last one, I’m not David Foster Wallace no one gives a shit what I have to say. So this is my all, I don’t like you people. I don’t like humanity. There’s a line in True Detective after Rust says “won't avert my eyes, not again” I haven’t averted my eyes for a long time. I’ve looked long and hard at that wood chipper, and I don’t care anymore.
Bang. Slam. Technical Difficulties. If you look at all the wrong places you can find some fuck up shit on Internat Archives. The abyss will always win, no matter what you pull on it. Sisyphus did it all, but the abyss still won. In the end all this shit I’ve brought up is something I’ve brought upon myself, so I shouldn’t hold any grudges towards humanity. I thought you were something else. That underneath it all there was a diamond hiding there.
To wrap all this shit up lets just discuss the near ending of a film. 8mm (watch the movie) one of the main villains wearing a gimp mask (long story) is removed from his face, and throughout the whole film he almost a representative of evil itself, but when the mask is removed there was nothing evil or horrific underneath just some fucking guy. And he says, “What you expect a monster.”
Epilogue
An essay about life. I guess that’s what this is. I wonder if taking the person off even effects me, I wonder if viewing those awful things on Internat Archives changed me at all. I’ve been trying to put Geronimo in here somehow, but I just can’t figure out how. In the end he was like any other name character in history. It was nothing more than a man’s life. But I do agree with his last words. “I should have never surrendered." Cobbler said it was do to not wanting to live with all this shit, and I think we all think about not surrendering. Taking arms against the sea of troubles, and therefore to die. I don’t know.
Good Night and Good Luck
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Everyone, EVERYONE THIS ISN'T A DILL IT OUT NOW!
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The Inhumanity of Humanity: A Final Essay on Humanity: A Tragedy in Five Acts
“What is a man,
If his chief good and market of his time
Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more.
Sure, he that made us with such large discourse,
Looking before and after, gave us not
That capability and god-like reason
To fust in us unused.” — Hamlet Act IV Scene IV
Act I
I wanted to read a bunch of books, not about humanity, just of humanity. But I didn't, so here we are, Three of these things seem to be enough, probably too much. These are not the thoughts of anyone that will change anything, just a bored fool who enjoys to write.
I've like Hamlet ever since seventh grade. Always just stuck a cord in me. A man slowly losing his mind, and lashing out in angry we're the world around him comes crushing to the ground. And in an endless batter between whether or to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles.
The inhumanity of humanity. That's the true thing that bothers me. Every seen those images from Abu Ghraib. Of that fucking kid with the man, that man on that fucking leash. Humanity, fucking joke when you see shit like that. Makes a man a shame of being human. As it should.
Jesus fucking Christ.
Act II
You ever see the footage of the cleanup of the death camps. I have watched the whole hour-long thing. There one thing that I think about that from that whole thing. There are many thing I remember, but one that keeps in the mind, and it about this village next to of these death camps. The village know what was happening next door and they didn't give a shit, they even moved one of the mass graves, so they didn't have to smell the bodies.
There this part in Ken Burns Vietnam where he talks about the Kent State Shooting. Tears were brought to my eyes a few times during this documentary and this was one of the times. Hearing Glenn W. Frank anguished pleas for the students to leave before anymore were killed what really got me. Four dead students.
The history of man, is the history of blood, of slavey, of the inhumanity of humanity.
Act III
In The Myth of Sisyphus by Albert Camus, he says in the opening line of the book that "There is but one truly serious philosophical problem, and that is suicide." He not wrong. Can't have a philosophical debate with a body. But the whole point of Camus and suicide is that it shows that you or a person who kill oneself shows that they cannot hander the difficulty of life. Showing that life have beaten them, and that it is so hard.
In a wide suicide is that. But in Hamlet, Hamlet says that suicide is taking up arms against the sea of troubles. But Hamlet had already decided to take up arms. Camus never killed himself, just got hit by a car. But the point of this is that Hamlet and Camus is Absurdism vs Nihilism.
And even though I have a great love for Hamlet, nihilism is still a foolish belief. Even Rust Cohle figure that out. Nihilism is a belief that only edgy teenagers or fools (same people) believe. A person doesn't need to be remember forever. Humanity in all is not a thing all of man need to take. The only thing you need, is the love of yourself or a few others.
Act IV
A family. Doesn't have to be those who share your blood with. Just a family. But I've never been a family man. Something seems to have gone missing at one time. Sometimes I do wish I could get close to others, but then I remember what others are.
I watch a woman get fired upon in her own fucking car, by some government thug, or I see multiple fucking thugs fire upon a man in the street. Read about how a bunch of rich rat basterds fuck underage girls, and nothing has been done about it in the United States. I barely fucking hear about it anymore.
There is no humanity in humanity... I hate generalizations. But there a few I believe. There's no good nazis, there no racists, there no good pedophile. I used to believe that there were no good French, but there is one, but only one. Albert Camus the only good thing the French have ever done.
Act V
Humanity
Humanity. There is both inhumanity and humanity. It hard to believe there everything isn't shit when you dig so deep that you find yourself in the sewer. I read thing, seen thing, heard things, many things that you seen, read, and heard. Humanity seems to be getting a good beating over the past, about 315,000 years. But we win a few rounds.
I hope you folks never become a being like me. I hope you all are able to pull yourself out of the sewer and never dare come close to all the shit. Find your family. Find love. But I think I miss the boat. I don't much care through. Someone has to clean the shit, and the smell stops getting to you eventually.
I've seen horrors, and I'm fine with that. I'm nothing more than a man with no name. Maybe that to something. But I don't know. I'm not a nihilist. I like absurdism, but I'm not an absurdist. I pick and choose with what I believe, and what I believe is always changing. At the lowest I cut and sink to the dark and believe and feel nothing. I believe in nothing but the inhumanity. But At the highest I believe in a better word I believe in the humanity.
See I lied that this this is a five-act tragedy because in life there is no comedies or tragedy there is just life. And you get to choose which your life is. Choose to believe that humanity is more humanity than that of inhumanity.
I have shown you fear in a handful of dust**, so ladies, Gentlemen, and Others.**
Good Morning and Good Luck
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Cause, you see, when you really put everything on a bagel, it becomes this. The truth. Nothing matters / In Another Life, I Would Have Really Liked Just Doing Laundry and Taxes With You
Before
This will probably be the most hopeful essay. The Next one will be able 8mm and The Conspiracy against the Human Race: A Contrivance of Horror. The main topic will base upon the inhumanity of humanity. This one is about Bagel.
"It demands great spiritual resilience not to hate the hater whose foot is on your neck, and an even greater miracle of perception and charity not to teach your child to hate” from James Baldwin’s The Fire Next Time
Part I
Bagel!
My personal philosophy came from hate, angry, and George Carlin. Now don't get me wrong I love Carlin, but I did not understand him when fucking saw him at the age of eleven or twelve. As a young being I was so fucking angry about everything, and it still rings true, but I'm trying my best alright.
I think it built in from youth. "As soon as you're born they make you feel small... Til the pain is so big you feel nothing at all" Working Class Hero by John Lennon. Because they need you to hate. They need you to be alone. They need to be a everything Bagel!
Part II
Madness
As a boy... What makes a person a boy, or white, anything. I blame the Bagel! The Bagel needs you to be something, because if you not something than they cannot control what you are not be. (You still with me right, I think I'm still with me as well.) The Bagel want you in a box because you can close a box. You can divide boxes, you can divide nothing... or air.
So they put you in this box when you born. A cock is a boy and pussy is a girl, and if you have both than they fucking chose their selfs which one you are. So, you start divide already possibility hold an angry with yourself. (You know if you not one of those very vague but very specific things.) Now they also give you a race another yet divide, another fucking box within a bigger box, and then we keep fucking going box after box, and society is this biggest box. But does it have to.
Part III
Box
Society is a bunch of boxes. Like I said keep up. But why? Why can't society be air? Now I'm not saying we should all join some fucking hippie dippy ranch thing and get high of the doobie. I'm just saying (the CIA should be fucking country in the ass for bananas) that humanity should not be locked in boxes.
Community is the way to get out of all of these fucking boxes. Not fucking society. Society is place built upon hundred to thousand to billions of stupe goddamn rules. That doesn't help the Community, but those rats who are the society. Those weird fucks in Eyes Wide Shut. Those are the society... they are the BAGLE! They want everything no matter how fucking weird it is. Now community, community is air. In the The Matrix (yeah, yeah real original) Neo didn't get out of the box by himself. He got out by the help of community. Trinity first meet Mr. Anderson at an underground party, and the next day when Mr. Anderson refused to jump, to breathe the air. And Smith (The box) kicked the shit out Mr. Anderson.
Part IV
A Breath
Now you may be asking, "How is this hopeful? Is this person high off coke? Jesus Christ, how many times can you use the word fucking?" And I hear you. See I rewatched Everything Everywhere All at Once, and I shaved for the first time in three weeks, after taking a nice cold shower with the light off during the night. And I love this movie. I saw it when it first came out... in 2022 holy shit has it been that long ago. Oh, my god. But yeah I wasn't the same like say man. I may of saw it in 2023 or 24, but the point still stands.
In a world so fucking insane as this one, I want you people to not become part of the bagel. The bagel may say, "The nail that sticks out gets hammered down," but the air says " In Another Life, I Would Have Really Liked Just Doing Laundry and Taxes With You"
Part V
I think this one is better than the last
In 1976 Network there a famous quote that is "I WANT TO GET MAD AS HELL, AND SAY YOU NOT GONNA TAKE IT ANYMORE!" I don't want you to get mad because angry makes us so very easy to control. Because angry is just fear, and I was fucking piss off when I was a kid because it came from fear. Fear of not understanding the world around me and the individuals I will become and understand who I was. As many of us were.
I don't believe that any person can be saved. I don't believe everyone deserves to be saved. The people who have rape the world both in figurative terms and literal don't deserves to be saved. They made their choice, but any normal person I think can.
I don't know, if any of these is gonna do us any good, but I want to try something. I want you to at least know that someone may very well think like you. I just don't want you to live in a box of hate, I want you to breathe the air as much as you want.
I want you to be happy
Because the only thing we can do is believe that Sisyphus is happy.
Goodnight and Good Luck.
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Nihilism, how I despise it, but how a bed mate it is: Or an “essay” on how much I don’t want to think like Rustin fucking Cohle.
“I will show you fear in a handful of dust…”
From The Burial of the Dead in T.S. Eliot's The Waste Land.
Part I
V
“The being that sits in front of you is nothing more than a ghost, or closer to that of reality, I am a mere shell.” Said by V from The Devil’s Hell by (Me, don’t read my book, but this part is about it.)
I used this quote in my last film rating post. It was underneath at the time newest DJ Peach Cobbler video, We Need to Talk about Blood Meridian. The point in bring up this character V is because he very much a part of me, and he is a being that want nothing more to have a reason. Throughout the tale V's mind slowly falls apart, and many of his points come from real belief's I hold. "Always filled with a certain type of apathy. Through all the blood the man never could find much solace. The scars only ever remind the man of the meaning he could not find and the unreality of reality." (Chapter 83/Devil's Folly) He is a man who has seen ever horror of man and only finds that there is nothing. Nothing to look up or down to. All that there is nothing.
Part II
The point of this: Rustin Cohle
If you ever read one of the messier posts of mine that are really bitchy and make me seem like a jackass, you may have read this line from the first episode of True Detective. “I tell myself I bear witness. But the real answer is that it’s obviously my programming. And I lack the constitution for suicide."
I've seen True Detective Season One full twice, almost a third time. The first two times when Rustin Cohle spoke about his philosophy statements, I heard my own thoughts being spoken to me, and that freak me the fuck out. This third time not that much, but it still depressed me.
The reason for freaking me out should be clear, and you folks may have had the seem experience watching the show as I did. Rust Cohle he a smart guy but fucking alive. Until the last scene of the whole damn show. But Rust makes sense to be believe in this nihilism because he seen unbelievable fuck up shit that the watcher doesn't fully know. I do not, but I still think in this fucking way and I don't want to.
Part III
"Is this all there is?"
In, We Need to Talk about Blood Meridian, a very important point in his video is disillusionment. Now I know many of you folk relates to this. Being disillusion and finding all that is left is the question, "Is this all there is?" And, like, love is supposed to be the answer. As Cobbler says in many of his videos, but mostly please watch i cant do titles its important. And I can't stop rewatching this fucking video and keep talk about that fucking ending.
A man recommend me this book, The Conspiracy against the Human Race: A Contrivance of Horror, and I will get around to reading it. I gotta read so many fucking books, and I'm being a bum. I haven't finish any of those books, and both Once They Moved Like the Wind: Cochise, Geronimo, and the Apache Wars, and The Hundred Years' War: The English in France 1337-1453 should really be done at least one of them should be a good away done. It doesn't matter getting back to the topic, this one question is really bothering me, and I've been making it "your problem" (You don't have to read this; you really can just treat me like a crackhead).
But the question "Is this all there is?" and the quote “Time is a flat circle..." really point to the seem thing. That nothing matters and nothing will matter forever. And that is an awful thing to think.
Part IV
"I wanted to make something that mean something, and once more didn't"
I through this would be the great maybe not answer but step towards the answer, but it simply isn't. It another fucking rave. I was going to say something about Rustin Cohle, but didn't. Don't feel sympathy for the thing I'm about to tell you because I don't care much about my action. But I did cut myself this morning to make sure that cutting made me able to feel.
Like what the fuck. You don't want to know that, and I don't really care about my own actions. Rustin Cohle never killed himself because he feared it. Feared that he was right and that in the end there nothing.
I've been disillusioned for a very long time, but nothing bad happen for the disillusionment to happen. Maybe there was but it can't have been important.
Part V
"To be or not To be?"
I don't know why this post is so erratic. But Hamlet seems like a good way to end this clusterfuck. A single man slowly losing himself and truly becoming a even greater threat to himself than any other could. And I always like this play do to really being Hamlet, and unable to pull myself out of it.
“To what base uses we may return, Horatio?” Act V Scene I - Hamlet. In the end, dust will be the final resting place of us all. Returning to the base use of nothingness. But why would that mean that all of your actions mean nothing. Sisyphus never did give up, did he? Rust never did blow his own brains out. In Albert Camus' Myth of Sisyphus he famous says that one must image Sisyphus happy.
Maybe in your darkest moments you recall your other darkest moments and realize that the boulder has been push up the hill, even if it has fallen back down. Maybe nihilism is an easy way out of finding reason in life. Being what some may believe as good.
I don't know if these thousand and so words have done us any good. Maybe they were nothing more than the mad fool's raving at the water, but maybe not. Maybe the to be seem just a bit better. I can't say, but enjoy ever sandwich.
Good Night and Good Luck
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Gentlemen and others, at this time I decided to ban InstanceSpirited7316. The man seems to be either a bot or a full-hearted troll.
He seemed to not have brought anything useful to this community, but if there is any reason to unban this man, then please tell me that I'm wrong. Well Good Night and Good Luck.
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"Do you not know that I live by war and that peace would be my undoing?" - Sir John Hawkwood from The Hundred Years War: The English in France, 1337-1453 by Desmond Seward, page 15.
I really didn't want to make a post before finishing all the books I bought and finishing all the Ken Burns documentaries I've been watching, but something keeps aching at me. I'll start with, I have not finished any of the books, of course. But each seems very well. Once They Moved like The Wind by David Roberts and The Hundred Years War: The English in France, 1337-1453 by Desmond Seward will very much be a treat. And The Other Slavery by Andres Resendez will definitely seem like the most challenging. Just do to the base reading reason, then the context of the book.
For the reason for this post is it relates to a few former ones, but the main one is knowing that something is missing but being unable to figure out what. This is brought up at the end of please watch i cant do titles its important it a very maddening thing to have within the mind. I know many of you do feel the same due to your replies upon the said original post. And upon a different occasion I brought up the reason for consuming so much media comes from the simple fact I am trying to find what I am missing.
But I fear I will never find this thing. For I do not know what I am missing, and if I'm truly missing something at all. Maybe the thing that is missing was simply never supposed to be, and this ever so maddening man is driving his mind to the depths to find something he never needed to. I do hope I find this meaning at the end of some novel or journey instead of finding myself drowning in some bottle or pool.
In the end, I do hope you gain something from these posts. Maybe ever so closer to finding your missing piece. (Something, something Twin Peaks). Many of them have been raving from a foolish man, but I think a few could be believed in some nature of a will to do thing. Watch Good Night and Good Luck both the play and the film. The play has one of the best ending of anything I've seen. But to not waste any more of your time, enjoy ever sandwitch, and Good Night and Good Luck.
P.S: Either see you when the next video is posted or I finish One full documentary, two episodes of a different one, and read three books. Till then Good Night and Good Luck.
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You ever buy a book, and realized you have no fucking clue what you just bought?
I've gotten "The Other Slavery: The Uncovered Story of Indian Enslavement in America" and "Once They Moved Like the Wind: Cochise, Geronimo, and the Apache Wars," but I also got "The Hundred Years' War: The English in France 1337-1453" because I thought it was a collection of first-person accounts. But it's not; it's a historical narrative. So now I have no clue what I'm getting on Wednesday. Also I didn't realize "The Other Slavery: The Uncovered Story of Indian Enslavement in America" and "A Land So Strange: The Epic Journey of Cabeza de Vaca" were both written by Andrés Reséndez. That's all.
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Does anyone know which episode Cobbler talks about that woman who wack her dog.
I fucking found it it was his most popular video which is his Far Cry 3 video. May delete this later.
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New Post—The Big Video seems to be coming out soon.
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Eight-One Years ago on this day at 5:29 AM (Mountain War Time) The Trinity test was conducted.
If all of humanity got together to decide upon a single day that got us all here, my vote would be July 16, 1945. Okay, I'm going to rewatch Oppenheimer now, maybe.
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History is hard to know, because of all the hired bullshit represented within Under the Banner of Heaven and the "perfect victim" represented within Twin Peaks: Fire Walk with Me Laura Palmer.
At the end of the Wild Speculation: Bethesda is in trouble. Cobbler recites the hired bullshit line within Hunter S. Thompson's most well-known book, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. Now this line relates much to Cobbler's work, mostly his Aztec documentary. Now the point of bringing this up and the reason why you should watch Under the Banner of Heaven is due to the hired bullshit. The show is a journey of a man slow lost with filth due to his need for knowledge. It's a classic setup for a mystery, a murder revealing the sordid underbelly of past and present. Chinatown, True Detective, and Twin Peak with many others shows have this trope. But this one exposes the history of the Mormon Church and the lies that have been told.
Within Going PRIMAL to TRIGGER the White Man Cobbler brings up the "perfect victim." That the only person who is able to have any sympathy is one who has never done something wrong. And rewatching Fire Walk With Me for the third time, what Cobbler said about the perfect victim and a few other things were bouncing around my mind when watching. I believe Laura Palmer is one of the greatest written characters in a piece of fiction. And one of these reasons is because of the deconstruction of the American Homecoming Queen. Also I just really like this film. Even though it feels much longer than 2h 14m, there is just something depressing about Laura Palmer's story.
In the end I just liked these two things and thought they were worth sharing. Good Night and Good Luck.
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Here's a bunch of random media I've seen because the week was a bitch.
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The Cobber Reading List
This is a list that can be added to at anytime. This is all the books that I’ve found and could think of. Of course add to it if you got any.
The Other Slavery: The Uncovered Story of Indian Enslavement in America
Book by Andrés Reséndez
Moby-Dick
Novel by Herman Melville
Blood Meridian
by Cormac McCarthy
Don Quixote
by Miguel de Cervantes
The Fire Next Time
by James Baldwin
Slaughterhouse-Five, or The Children's Crusade: A Duty-Dance with Death
by Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.
Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit
by J.R.R.
The Lost Weekend
by Charles Jackson
Tolkien No Longer Human
by Osamu Dazai
The Search for the Manchurian Candidate
by John D. Marks
A Land So Strange: The Epic Journey of Cabeza de Vaca
by Andrés Reséndez
Geronimo's Story of His Life
by Geronimo and S. M. Barrett
My Confession
by Samuel Chamberlain
The Apache Wars: The Hunt for Geronimo, the Apache Kid, and the Captive Boy Who Started the Longest War in American History
by Paul Andrew Hutton
Once They Moved Like the Wind: Cochise, Geronimo, and the Apache Wars
by David Roberts
The Histories
by Polybius
Bonfires of Culture: Franciscans, Indigenous Leaders, and the Inquisition in Early Mexico, 1524–1540
by Patricia Lopes Don
The Ghost-Dance Religion and Wounded Knee
by James Mooney
Against Progress
by Slavoj Žižek
Friar and the Maya: Diego de Landa and the Account of the Things of Yucatan
by Matthew Restall (Author), Amara Solari (Author), John F. Chuchiak (Author), Traci Ardren (Author)
The True history of the conquest of new Spain
by Bernal Díaz del Castillo
Turning apaches into Spaniards: North America’s forgotten Indian reservations
by Matthew M. Babcock
Western Apache Raiding and Warfare
by Grenville Goodwin
Chevato the story of the apache warrior who captured Herman Lehmann
by William Chebahtah
Nine Years Among The Indians
by Herman Lehmann
The Conquest of Apacheria
by Dan L. Thrapp
Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee
by Dee Brown
Narrative of the Coronado Expedition
by Pedro de Castañeda
Chivalry and Exploration, 1298–1630
by Professor Jennifer R. Goodman
Violence and the Sacred
Book by René Girard
Short Nights of the Shadow Catcher: The Epic Life and Immortal Photographs of Edward Curtis
by Timothy Egan (Author)
Tecumseh and The Prophet
by Peter Cozzens
Ambivalent Conquests: Maya and Spaniard in Yucatan, 1517-1570
by Inga Clendinnen
Fifth Sun: A New History of the Aztecs
by Camilla Townsend
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I finished 11/22/63, the other day.
To get it out of the way. A person could guess the base outline of the story ending, but as they say, it's the journey, not the destination. George Amberson has become one of my favorite protagonists in a tale. Really enjoyed the ending of the novel.
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