Why they won't work anymore; The Horror of Living

I'm re-reading a bit of the Conspiracy Against the Human Race and thought how it applied to the current labor market here in the United States. In the Conspiracy humans are deceiving themselves into not accepting the terror of living because of their fear of death. 

It's quite similar to how poor people and low wage earners accept that corporations have neglected the low wage worker until Covid-19 came along. Suddenly, a number of jobs that were looked down on now seemed really important by the middle class. A lot of folks figured out they don't eat without a lot of low wage workers risking death for them. Even a few corporations (for a few weeks) noticed how important some of its lowest paid employees were. 

But that might be less important than the workers themselves gaining some knowledge and class consciousness. I think until the pandemic most people in low wage jobs didn't understand that they actually have great power in the economy. Without the hard work of farm workers, warehouse people, delivery drivers, grocers, and food establishments much of the work of the world stops. I think that lesson might have given some self esteem to workers who've always been demeaned historically. 

One section where the conspiracy got my attention is where Ligotti (the author) talks about the famous Russian writer Tolstoy. And if you know anything about Russians it's how unfunny and depressed they are. For instance when Vladimir Putin was asked about happiness, he replied "There's no happiness in life," "There's only a mirage on the horizon, so we'll cherish that."

But it's not just Putin. I was watching a YouTube video about life in Russia and the pretty Russian girl telling us about her apartment home and general life while she walked a crowded boulevard. She pointed out that in contrast to her time in the USA she noticed that Russians never smile at strangers because they think only stupid people smile. After all what's to be happy about? Russians are serious about things when it comes to life and death. 

Getting back toTolstoy there apparently there are 4 ways people deal with the ultimate question of human existence. It's the 4th way that seems most relevant to the labor situation:

"The fourth way out is that of weakness. It consists in seeing the truth of the situation and yet clinging to life, knowing in advance that nothing can come of it. People of this kind know that death is better than life, but not having the strength to act rationally—to end the deception quickly and kill themselves—they seem to wait for something. This is the escape of weakness, for if I know what is best and it is within my power, why not yield to what is best? … I found myself in that category."

I think we might all be in that category if it weren't for the fact that a lot of us are working so much that we don't take 5 minutes and think about our predicament as human beings. Not too mention that just about anyone who takes the time is mocked as a depressive kill joy because don't you just know that living in America is just super cool joy fun times. 

So, to continue our discussion of depressive philosophy Ligotti writes about the great philosopher of pessimism:

"In a section of The World as Will and Representation where Schopenhauer argues that only pain is real while pleasure is an illusion, the philosopher writes: “I cannot here withhold the statement that optimism, where it is not merely the thoughtless talk of those who harbor nothing but words under their shallow foreheads, seems to me to be not merely an absurd, but also a really wicked, way of thinking, a bitter mockery of the most unspeakable sufferings of mankind."

I think a lot of workers were blind to the horror of what they go through. They assumed the horror is natural. That it's not being imposed upon them, but instead is a reflection of the natural order. That there is thoughtless talk of optimism in their heads, implanted by the capitalist system. 

Again another passage from Ligotti:

"Optimistically wicked or not, most people cannot afford to care, or to care too much, if they are living in the best or the worst of all possible worlds. They can only care about the one thing that, if one is to think of being alive as being all right, is worth caring about—feeling good, or as good as possible, whatever “feeling good” might mean to a certain individual at a certain time. "

"By the same token, should our mass mind ever become discontented with the restricted pleasures doled out by nature, as well as disgruntled over the lack of restrictions on pain, we would omit the mandates of survival from our lives out of a stratospherically acerbic indignation."

Obviously, Ligotti is speaking here in philosophic terms. I would extend his thinking to terms of this analogy. Today people are becoming disgruntled over the amount of pleasure that the corporations have doled out via wages. When the pain of working everyday was lifted from them indignation about their lives stepped in. "How did we live this way?" Many folks started asking. The veil has been lifted. The unskilled and low wage earners now know that their work is still important. The system won't survive without them. 

The proximate cause of our misery, the most direct line is our common enemy the ruling class of the 1 percent. And some recent disclosures from Amazon and other companies prove exactly what critics of capitalism have always said. Low wage jobs are made disposable, intentionally keep poor people on the edge. According to the NY Times:

“Even before the pandemic, previously unreported data shows, Amazon lost about 3 percent of its hourly associates each week, meaning the turnover among its work force was roughly 150 percent a year. That rate, almost double that of the retail and logistics industries, has made some executives worry about running out of workers across America.“

But it's even more than that. 

I didn't like the idea of being a conspiratorial thinker. But when some of the bad guys are saying the quiet part outloud it's hard to ignore.

According to a lengthy expose by the New York Times, Jeff Bezos the founder of Amazon believes people are naturally lazy. He uses monitoring devices that allow Amazon to track employees every movement. They track how long you go to the bathroom. Amazon doesn't believe in offering raises after 3 years of work because they think complacent workers mean a slow ride to mediocrity. These are the enemies my friends. 

The Loneliness of the Long Covid-19 Summer: AKA Do we all have to die? Anti- natalism & the over population crisis.

I don't know about you guys, but I can feel the early onset Alzheimer's hitting me like that new BTS Deal from McDonald's. I mean all I know about that meal is it's chicken nuggets, fries, and a drink which I'm pretty sure was already on the menu, but now we all get gaslit with commercials telling us that meal is somehow 'new,' so I guess like you, I don't know what's true anymore. 

Now if you're anything like me you spend all day on the internet listening to podcasts from guys like Sam Harris and doing pseudo-intellectual research from news articles and philosophy journals all the while consulting my personal library of 1970's Social Theory secondary literature from German philosophy authors that most you can't pronounce.

I do that mainly because I failed at my dream of becoming a philosopher, and because I enjoy reading secondary literature for fun. The second reason I do it is for you. Let's face it, you don't have the time to do research or read books anymore. Most of you have families and careers, or spend way too much time playing video games. Maybe it's been so long since you've used that brain of yours that you're just unsure of yourself, or maybe you come here because you notice a misunderstood genius™ when you see him. 

I've got to tell you that according to my research the mear fact that you have enough interest in this blog (now podcast) indicates a level of intelligence far greater than normal. When you read this blog you are engaging in ideas that the common folk out there have no idea about. How many people are talking about Critical Theory, anti-natalism, Nihilism, and Karl Marx on podcasts these days? Most people drink shitty carbonated soda water and discuss conspiracy theories like how the virus that causes Covid-19 was instigated by Aliens & Tom Cruise wants to gather your spirit souls together and dump them from a B-19 bomber that's been retrofitted with rocket engines so he can blow them all to hell in a volcano. I mean if true that's one hell of a conspiracy against the human race. 

Speaking of which one of the folks I began researching a few years ago is a man by the name of Thomas Ligotti. Ligotti is horror writer who wrote one of the best books to introduce the concept of anti-natalism to a mass audience.

Ligotti is best known for influencing the famous HBO TV show the True Detectives. Some, not me, but some people might say the writer from True Detectives borrowed liberally in a line-by-line fashion from the book The Conspiracy Against the Human Race. But I wouldn't say that! 

The conspiracy Ligotti is talking about here isn't Tom Cruise piloting an anachronistic WW2 bomber into outer space to deploy atomic bombs at trillions of spirit/souls. The conspiracy is that alone in the universe only human beings become aware of their existence and ultimately their deaths. 

No other creature. Just us. And frankly, that news is not really popular with our people. Nobody wants to talk about death. I wrote a podcast episode that was called 'suicidal musings' and it got about 1/5th as many downloads as my other episodes. Until I changed the title.  So you see the conspiracy against humanity is live and well even today.

I know I say this a lot but... life is suffering. Ligotti quotes the philosopher Bahnsen describing that events in the universe are an, "indiscriminate butchery and mutual slaughter among it's individuated parts." (Ligotti part 13 of 246)

Electrons smashing together, the tiger crushing the bones of it's prey, the lustfully engorged anus of a baboon being roughly taken. They all amount to nothing but destruction. Which is just pointless and unscripted. So who cares? Well, no one did until the consciousness of man arose. 

And even after that most of you have never considered the options when it comes to life or death. Half of you spend more time watching obnoxious tik tok videos than giving thought to the most important questions humans can fathom. I mean I work in a grocery store so I know what you agonize over like which flavor of ice cream to buy Rocky Road or banana split and since you aren't 7 the answer seems pretty obvious. 

Anti humanism & anti natalism 

There's a natural revulsion that elites have toward the lumpen proletariat masses. The dirty unwashed folks like you and me. That's why we prols are  suspicious of elites. It's why I wouldn't put it past the elites to be trying to cull the entire population. Maybe injecting us with trackers and allowing the Covid-19 to spread on purpose. 

Another way we know the elites hate us is that they study things like anti-natalism and intergenerational future philosophy. Anti-natalism is of course the philosophy that humans should stop giving birth to other humans, so that we can stop the agony of life. Some philosophers have even termed anti-natalism as the ultimate humanism. Nothing could be more human than ending all suffering in the future. Would this apply to other animals? I don't know. I've never heard anyone suggest it would. Though animal rights activists insist that other animals count when we talk about minimizing suffering as a foundational element of morality. But anti-natalism as the ultimate humanism is a bit odd don't you think? It means the ultimate good a human could produce comes from the extermination of humanity. 

Likewise when you asses another very new though popular idea like generational futures which contends that the future has a claim on us today. Usually it seems that claim wishes to control us to some degree. If it's not combating climate change, asking us to conserve resources, maintain the natural habitat, then it's asking us to invest and enrich future generations at our expense. It's not at all unlike a very rich man asking his poorer brethren to donate to charity. All those claims and requests seem fine and dandy unless you are sitting in some encampment in the developing world hoping for a few liters of clean water. 

Which just goes to show you that maybe the Illuminati, or the ruling class, or a bunch of shape changing interdimensional lizards really are hoping for our deaths. 

Honestly, who could blame them? Most of y'all are nasty. Now I'm not talking Jeffrey Toobin masturbating on Zoom© nasty. But nasty none-the-less.™

Speaking of good ol' Jeffery, I feel like maybe he got a raw deal getting fired from CNN for jerking the old tubin' after he thought he hung up on a zoom call. I mean what's a guy to do wait 20 minutes after a zoom call to masturbate like he's going swimming after eating a big meal? There are no riptides on the internet. 

Secondly, before we go here. How many of y'all got my Iron Maiden joke in the title about the long distance runner? I bet if you did you aren't a 15 year old with 6 Iron Maiden t-shirts that you forget to tuck into the back of your jeans, because for some reason Gen Z refuses to either tuck in or untuck a shirt all the way. I guess what I'm saying here is pull up your pants, wear a belt, and untuck that front tuck son. 

Either way all these lock downs have been doing is introducing you to the new lifestyle of choice for Japanese men and incels everywhere. The one where you don't go outside or have a bf/gf. 

All the rest of you norms acting like it's easy to jump from relationship to relationship. I mean it takes me usually six or 7 years to find a replacement for my girlfriend, which in hindsight makes my idea to dump my last gf seem maybe silly. The older and uglier I get & the more inflation starts eroding my modest raises of 25 cents a year the more it starts looking like I might be able to start my own anti-natalist cult. I'm not getting anyone pregnant in the near future and maybe Dr. Fauci is just getting us used to the idea that porn is all we need and let's just roast marshmallows on the embers of the human race. Frankly, that's a conspiracy I think I could get behind. 

Why nothing feels good anymore: Self Help Guide to Hating Yourself and Everything Else!

Nothing feels good anymore. 

I'm sitting on my couch in an air conditioned apartment that is at least 50 degrees cooler inside than the hellscaped 120° Arizona summer is outside. I have a giant 50 inch TV screen that plays endless content at me at decibel levels that are slowly making me go deaf. I keep scrolling through TV shows and networks. One by one. And there's nothing on even though I can order up virtually any movie, book, or music ever made.

It all seems boring.

I don't know if you sit in the dark like me eating a two day old gas station donut reflecting on how pleasure disappeared from a world built on making everything easy, but it did.

It starts with how your attention span goes from reading a book for six hours in a row to not being able to focus on the next 7 seconds of a Tik Tok video. Despite the fact that the video contains nothing other than the seductive dancing of 20 something girls shaking their assets at you.

I should take a moment to warn you. If you were hoping for a moment of cheer, or for a happy ending then you've come to the wrong place. One reviewer of my content once commented that my blog was, "nothing more than a showcase for the relentlessness of the of the psychology of depression."

There is no happy ending. If you are happy you should probably stop reading this blog and go on with your happy life. If you are sad, you should stop reading this blog; otherwise, I suppose you might find yourself in the kitchen holding a razer blade in mocked suprise as your artery gushes out a maroon waterfall of death.

Perhaps this blog/podcast is best left for posterity, or for the professional psychonaut who seeks only the most extreme mind spaces. Because in my world there is no escape. This is after all the End of the World.™ We don't just cover the apocalypse of the world, but the apocalypse of the mind. How depression will tear at your soul. Rob you of your personality. Steal your happiness and contentment, and how it will eventually degrade your humanity. It will leave you in a stinking pit, to rot, as you watch helplessly as layers of morality fall in to the fire. Eventually you will be stripped of anything you value, you will notice you are the nothingness. A black hole sucking everything into it. Crushing all around you. There is no light at the end of the tunnel. Nothing escapes the gravitational pull of a black hole. Not even light. 

So with that warning be wary of what you seek. Perhaps avoid this content at all cost. You too could accidently slip into the event horizon of my self destruction. Because here it is so easy to ignore the outside world and become terminally fascinated by the inner dwelling of ego. 

Another morning and another ultimate cheeseburger. Two cow patties placed on a bun. The Jack in the Box© puts too much mayo on the sandwich. I take a bite of the burger and ignore the swelling in my legs and feet and the dull ache in my forearms from the blood clots that never went away. My blood pressure on a nice resting day sits at 140/99 but after the salty burger it zooms to 165 over 120 and my heartbeat surges to 120. My face flushes bright red and later when I walk to work I'll try to forget I can't feel my right foot anymore because of the self-diagnosed diabetes. 

As I gobble down the rest of the fat & protein from some sickly cow put to pasture too late I notice the restaurant is full this morning. A homeless encampment has sprung up. Half a dozen or more homeless have taken up the few booths I usually sit at. None are socially distanced. The place now reaks from body odor and unwashed clothes. Some of the homeless are happily munching down the fatty food. 

Some are slumped over their tables satiated, or perhaps nodding off from pain pills. Others still scattered in random seats are pushing the regular customers to the 'bar like' seating near the windows where I see immigrant workers eating on benches dressed in neon yellow jackets preparing for a hard day's work of jack hammering and construction. 

I won't be joining them. Duty calls at the grocery store next door. I take my free ultimate cheeseburger© granted to me because I accumulate so many Jack Points® that I get free food all the time and stagger towards the building I call work. 

My walk to work is interrupted by my phone constantly notifying me of some Tik Tok® Only Fans® gal begging me to fill her Venmo up.  

“Go ahead." I tell myself. Just finish your final self destructive act, because you'll be dead in a few years anyway. You can ignore a few drops of blood in your fecal matter, but the growing cancer won't ignore you. 

Only Fans & the Simping contagion of your Mind 

When you lock eyes with a praying mantis you know you have finally fulfilled your purpose. She needs your destruction. Her feeding on you brings forth her unborn life. In your old age your feeble sperm deposits on the ground so don't worry that she intends to bite your head off. It's just one more final humiliation to join the indignity of being fleeced by a generation of women who refuse to tuck in their entire shirt which seems to you less style and more borderline satire. 

At work after nearly 30 years of laboring you watch an anomalous labor shortage turn teenagers into hot commodities and watch children lap you making 15 dollars an hour to start at jobs that you've worked your whole life at. You begin to understand the cruelty of Darwin and survival. That life doesn't even out and the powers of the world have no intention on keeping their word to you. So now you cycle between feeling of jealousy and self pity. 

You know that an economy finally asking the ruling class to behave and give decent wages and working conditions eventually benefits mankind.  But even the martyrdom of a depressive is tested when 35 years of sleeping on pull out couches, growing up on ranch beans and hominy and now watching teenagers who get fed organic coffee espressos, drive their parents jeep wranglers, and complain about about only getting 2 dollars an hour more than you to do the same job you've done for 30 years, who spit on the sidewalk of hard work, knowing all along that it was just a ruling class meme, that deep in the pit of your stomach you know there's something wrong with you. That the world was probably better off without your success.  That you were the idiot. The imbecile. You were a fool. You weren't the champion of the underdog. You weren't on some Marxist crusade for worker freedom. You were just a failure.  And it was you who needed protection.