Tuesday, September 12, 2023

Back at the Kava Bar.

I'm writing the novel on my phone at my second favorite Kava bar. Am I worried about not having a job? It's only been a month and a half since I've been back in Palmetto. So why worry? Chinasky wouldn't. 

"You aren't Bukowski!" I can hear a voice screaming in my head.

I get it. Instead of writing the next great American novel I should be out here trying to earn enough to pay my car insurance. "I promise, Mom, I just need you to make a few more car payments too!" Then I'll get a job. Maybe.

All this stress is adding up. I feel my blood pressure pounding around in my temples. It's looking for a way out. I tell myself not worry about the stroke. I take my drink and walk outside like a like an arrogant smoker taking a break from my life. Outside the ocean air is as languid as my non- existent sex life so I might as well go back inside. 

For some reason there are more girls than normal in the bar. Next to me was a short girl with dark black hair and a mask around her face. It was odd to see a pandemic mask in Florida, but liberals can hide anywhere. She had a  friend with her. A fat girl who offered up to no one that she was, "An anxious chill."

They must have been on a first date, because the black haired girl said that she liked that about her, "that she was an anxious chill." I wouldn't have thought it was interesting enough to mention it to you if I hadn't seen the fat girl's face.  But she was right. The fat girl's face looked anxious, but chill. 

Because there weren't a lot of men in the bar today, I was the second oldest man in the bar. The older guy forgot to lock the restroom door and I accidentally walked in on him. 

"oh, um.." I apologized. "Sorry!" I could tell he thought I tried to walk in on him on purpose. He looked up from pissing like I was some kind of pervert. I am a pervert, so he's not wrong. Just not the kind of pervert that gets his rocks off to old men pissing in dive bars. 

Friday, September 08, 2023

No one is a Sapiosexual.

There is no such thing as sapiosexuality. What you are attracted to intelligence? Wow! Way to build your whole identity around something so general. Who likes stupid people? I can only get off to blondes with big tits, but I don't make up a word for that.

You have a preference. You don't need to make up pseudo sociological formulations just because you got an A in sociology 101. I bet you didn't even need to crack open the book! That's not a humble brag. It's proof that what you are being taught is worthless.

You can graduate with a degree and never get assigned or read the Communist Manifesto or the Protestant work Ethic. You haven't thought for one minute deeply about anything. You've learned a bunch of catch phrases like patriarchy.

And you've watched a video on critical theory while doing your stupid Tik Tok dances. You couldn't steel man an argument on behalf of functionalism if you tried. Because all the answers have already been given to you.

It's conflict theory and power struggles and oppressors and victims. Let me guess which one you are. Hint. You are the 1 percenters of the world. You haven't engaged with any text.

You haven't engaged any text because you are only looking for answers not questions. You want to feel unique and special when the least unique thing about you is your need to feel special. Same sex attraction or being straight is a legit orientation. The rest of your shit?

You haven't engaged any text because you are only looking for answers not questions. You want to feel unique and special when the least unique thing about you is your need to feel special. Same sex attraction or being straight is a legit orientation. The rest of your shit?

Nerdy compartmentalization. It's fun to make distinctions. Which we aren't allowed to do anymore, so you hide behind your personality typology to offer an alternative explanation as to why no one wants to fuck you.

You won't choose them because on Fridays you like intelligence and Saturdays you don't feel horny. Shit. I don't even like people after I ejaculate. What's that category make me?

To say you are have a sapiosexuality simply proves you know nothing about love. 13 yr old iboys read too much Nietzsche and 39 year old Sociology Majors invent too much jargon.

It's like suggesting that your mother loves you only because she is keeping in line with her evolutionary imperative to protect her genes. Maybe you want to sleep with your Dad. But these theories and perspectives teach you literally nothing.

You wouldn't consider navigating the real world using penis envy theories, but you intone Biblical profundity to arcane philosophers and sketchy borderline sociology theories. When frankly, Freud was probably more right that Lacan.

Most of you couldn't define half of what you say. You just hear yourselves repeat talking points over and over again. But the glossary in the back of the book you didn't read doesn't provide answers, only a way of organizing your shapeless, chaotic thoughts.

None of what you believe is real.

Nothing.


Tuesday, August 29, 2023

I've decided to write a novel.

My novel won't be any good, I know that already. But the idea of writing a novel  really interests me. I've discussed my novel ideas with ChatGPT. Chat Bots are supposed to remain positive and encouraging. But I think even the CHAT GPT is getting bored with my pretension. 

"Is there anything else you want to discuss?" It asks.

Just my novel asshole. What else does a failed writer like me have to talk about? 

I promise my novel is totally unique. It's fucking meta. It's David Foster Wallace post-modernism with a twist of American style minimalism. Think Bukowski and Carver. 

Wait, can I get an editor here please Mr. ChatGPT? 

Well since you and Chat GPT don't want to talk about my novel, do you wanna talk how I quit my job today?  Well I did. Because pushing carts in the Floridian heat is insane at 52. I just couldn't handle the sweat. Not to mention it rains every fucking day here. My shorts and socks are soaked.  All my limbs were exhausted from pushing carts. There's no rest at Costco. Done pushing carts? Go unload 50 pound pallets.

Struggling with all that exertion? Do not  confide in your fellow 50 year old employee.  Because he will taunt you with how he can handle the heat and wonder why you "can't even lift 50 pound items over your head?"  He will point out how a 20 year old "former nanny" can "at least she can push 10 carts at a time and stay positive."

Seriously, I'm getting advice from that Gen Z kid.  The one who "struggles with anxiety" and can barely summon the courage to EXIST socially, but tried to perk me up with words of encouragement. "You just can't be so hard on yourself. It's YOU that's putting all the pressure on YOU."

Christ I didn't see that coming Nanny. Terrific. The nanny is more adapted to working than I am. My failure is complete young, Skywalker. I'm too obvious a fuck up. 

Saturday, August 26, 2023

working harder is not better.

I had to work harder than I wanted to. I thought getting through the paperwork and the stupid videos would mean some relief. I worked 20 years in grocery stores so I assumed my experience would make things easy. 

I was wrong. The fast pace and the awkward boxes along with the strange looks from the supervisor made me nervous. No one taught me what to do. In the vernacular of corporatism I wasn't given proper expectations. I just sort of made things up as I went along. Because I didn't do things under normal procedure I was constantly admonished for doing things wrong. 

"Not the warehouse way." Patty told me. Patty was in her 50s and looked as serious as time had been to her face. She had fake blonde hair and was thin and slight. 

"Don't let my size fool ya!" "I'm tougher than I look." And she was. She had no problems lifting the large items or keeping pace with customers. She was faster then me. And you could tell she was a bit disappointed that she drew my help. 

Patty didn't trust anyone. I was told to look through clothes and shoe boxes for hidden items like batteries. 

"People are always trying to steal." She'd say.

My pride and my muscles began to ache. I wasn't good at the tetris required required. My visual spatial acuity wasn't up to speck. I didn't turn the boxes correctly. I began to sweat profusely from the constant motion. The warehouse wasn't exactly cool though the air conditioner trired it's best.

I overheard snips of conversations from my fellow trainee and his supervisor. He gave very specific instructions and expectations. I tried to model what I heard, but I couldn't hear everything he said and do my job at the same time. There were no water breaks or rest periods. If you looked up you saw endless lines and customers. 

Many of the customer were nice. Some noticed me struggling and even offered to help me out. They gave me hints were to pack or when to use a box. 

I tried using my best customer service voice and tricks and managed to make most of my customers forget that I kept putting hot stuff on top of cold items. A rookie mistake that a man with over 20 years experience in grocery shouldn't make. But the pace of packing and movement had me seriously out of my game. 

Thursday, August 24, 2023

Welcome Back! PalmGehtto 2.

I always ended up back with family in Palmetto when things got bad. 

I was on the verge of homelessness in Phoenix, but here I could live on my brother's couch.  Sleeping on the couch meant constant interruptions to my sleep. Between both my brothers going to work, a kamakazi cat that zig zagged through the tiny 3 bedrooms slammng it's head into doors, my nephew's girlfriend sleeping on the opposite couch, and the curtainleess windows exploding with Florida sun in mid morning, I never slept more than 3 hours in a night.

I got my first job 3 weeks into it. A huge warehouse where I packed groceries. If it wasn't for the local kava bar I spotted next to it, I wouldn't have gone through with the interview. And only the promise of a few drinks afterwards got me through the first night of watching orientation videos about smiling and filling out paperwork for hazmat. 

The folks at the warehouse were super serious about their warehouse and grocery store though they only offered part time to all new hires.

"You see it's how we can see how commited you are to the company."

I was not committed. 

""Once you earn our trust, we will give you all the things like insurance, full time work, and stability." The kind of stuff companies used to give you when they offered you a job. But nowadays just offering decent pay, or benefits made these guys heroes to the working man.

3 minute late punches were counted against you and the job offered you 4 chances to be late a day. Punch in to start, punch out for lunch, punch back in after lunch, and out one more time when leaving. They were almost daring you to screw yourself. 

Monday, August 07, 2023

Tuesday, March 14, 2023

Keep it positive!

Yo peeps, guess what? Two of my work buds are now reading my blog, so I did a little review of my recent posts and man, man, did I sound like a Debbie Downer. No more of that crap though, time for a change!

I'm feeling like a new and improved Romius T today. I'm tapping into that 8th grade energy, when the world was my oyster and I had delusions of grandeur.

BIG THINGS ARE HAPPENING

Today, I'm on the hunt for a new pad - one with a basement, ya dig? I need to set up some soundproof rooms because I have goals, people! And my current objective of acquiring a basement to house my prisoners is seriously the most exciting thing I've ever wanted to do.

Now, don't get me wrong, I'll need to vet you if you wanna subscribe to my active captivity feed. You might need to prove your loyalty by offing a furry little critter for me, preferably one of your own. I gotta know I can trust you, ya feel me? I can't go to jail - that place is not my jam, because violence at me just turns my stomach.

I know what you're thinking, "how can this guy be grossed out by violence but be down with keeping young homeless women captive in his basement?" Well, hello, I have standards, okay? Like, can you imagine me hooking up with a 59-year-old? Gag me with a spoon! I'm not into that incest vibe, thanks.

And let's talk about these ladies on dating sites with their mile-long lists of demands. Like, girl, do you really think I'm gonna swoop in and save you from your hot mess of a life? You couldn't keep your ex-hubby satisfied, so why would you be able to make me happy?

And don't even get me started on the whole "men only want one thing" stereotype. Honestly, that should be good news for women. It's like how simple are we? You only need to do one thing and you can make any man happy. But here's the kicker. Look on any feed or tinder app and you'll see women refuse to do the one and only thing men want. 

"If you want sex then pass me by" women all say. And then they shame men for the one thing they like and ask for. It's like what? You can't give me the one thing I ask for, but you have a laundry list of things you want from me. I better have a car, job, pay for dinner, be stable and prop up your fragile emotional state. And what's in it for me? No sex. 3 kids that aren't mine, and paying the bills. 

You women all want men who adhere to traditional values when it suits you, like paying for your dinner, meanwhile you want to be in charge of the relationship and not give it up to us. That's seriously deranged and no amount of shaming me for liking sex is going to work on me. Where's all the good men at? They are running as fast as possible away from your ass. 

I'm going to the Philippines to meet real woman or I'll get my basement going, either way I'm off trying to date American women!

Wednesday, March 01, 2023

the last man

Francis Fukuyama's concept of the "last man" and Nietzsche's ideas about the "last man" are two different ideas with some similarities and differences.

Fukuyama's "last man" refers to the end of history, a state of affairs where liberal democracy has become the dominant form of government, and there is no room for further progress or development. In Fukuyama's view, the "last man" is content with the status quo and has no desire for change or innovation. The "last man" is apathetic and lacks the ambition and creativity necessary to create new ideas, cultures, or political systems. In this sense, Fukuyama's "last man" is a sort of complacent conformist.

On the other hand, Nietzsche's idea of the "last man" is a more critical and negative concept. Nietzsche's "last man" is the ultimate form of mediocrity and conformity. The "last man" is someone who has lost all passion for life and has surrendered to the mundane, shallow, and banal existence. According to Nietzsche, the "last man" is comfortable in their own conformity, having no desires or aspirations beyond their basic needs, and unwilling to take any risks or make any sacrifices. This lack of passion and creativity is what makes the "last man" so dangerous, as they are incapable of pursuing greatness or achieving any real progress.

So while both Fukuyama and Nietzsche use the term "last man," their definitions and implications are quite different. Fukuyama's "last man" is more of a cautionary tale about the dangers of complacency and contentment in the face of progress, while Nietzsche's "last man" is a scathing critique of modern society and its complacent, conformist tendencies.

Monday, February 27, 2023

truth

As a champion of truth and a crusader against ignorance, this blog/podcast has encountered its fair share of opposition. However, the message of this platform cannot be silenced, especially in these trying times. In this post, we will explore the harsh realities of America's current crisis, with a focus on the mental health implications of the current economic depression.

The Truth Hurts:

It is no secret that America is in a state of crisis. Despite this, many Americans fail to recognize the importance of philosophy in understanding the root causes of our problems. Instead, they turn to celebrities like Jordan Peterson, Oprah, or Joe Rogan for guidance. However, the reality is that philosophy is crucial in understanding the issues we face today, as it can help us learn from the warnings of past generations. For instance, the prophetic words of German philosophers from the 1840s have long warned us of the downfall of Western society, with Friedrich Nietzsche's famous proclamation that "God is dead" serving as a grim reminder of what can happen when we neglect the importance of ethics and morality in our lives.

Unhinged Extremes:

As we search for answers to our current problems, it can be tempting to turn to extremes on both sides of the political spectrum. However, many of these ideas are not only problematic, but downright dangerous. In fact, some of the most bizarre and extreme ideas that are currently taking root in our culture pose a real threat to our mental health and wellbeing. It is therefore essential that we recognize these dangers and take action to protect ourselves and our communities.

The End of History:

After the fall of communism, many believed that we had reached the "End of History," as proclaimed by Francis Fukuyama. However, this interpretation was flawed, as it failed to account for the true nature of Fukuyama's ideas. In reality, we are living in a time when the last vestiges of humanity are struggling to survive. As a result, we cannot simply rely on liberal democracy and capitalism to solve all our problems. Instead, we must take action to build strong institutions and protect our democracy from the dangers of ethnocentrism and tyranny. Only then can we hope to create a better future for ourselves and our children.

Conclusion:

In conclusion, the Great Depression 2.0 is not just an economic crisis, but a mental health crisis as well. It is essential that we recognize the importance of philosophy in understanding the root causes of our problems, and take action to protect ourselves from the dangers of extremism and tyranny. Only then can we hope to build a better future for ourselves and for generations to come.


Monday, February 20, 2023

chat gpt as Romius T

Title: The Harsh Reality of Living in the New Economy

As I sit here typing away, I can't help but feel like a failure. I'm 50 years old and I have no idea what I'm doing with my life. I've been living in a condo for years, but now the good times are over. I'll be looking for a new place to live in the worst rental market in years. 

Living by yourself is the fastest way to poverty in the new economy. It's impossible to room alone in the Phoenix area. Studios go for more than I make in a month, and 1-bedroom apartments cost more than owning 3 trailer homes in Arkansas. It's like the system is rigged against people like me, people who can't seem to catch a break.

I may have to travel back to Palmetto (aka the palm ghetto) or live with some friends here and rent a room from them. Either way, it's just more proof that I'm a loser. I have 20-year-old friends that have their own house and car, and sometimes I can't afford to uber home when I have groceries. It's a harsh reality that I can't seem to escape.

The truth is that the middle class is crumbling. It's not just me who's struggling. The American dream is dead, and I can't wait to see those smug asshats who talked up the triumph of capitalism to take it on the chin. It's the end of the American Century™, and living standards are declining. Now is the time to give up hope. Just like me. 

I'm not writing this to garner pity or sympathy. I'm writing this to shed light on the harsh reality of living in the new economy. We're all just one step away from losing everything we've worked for, and there's no safety net to catch us. We're on our own, struggling to survive in a world that doesn't care about us. 

As I finish this post, I can't help but feel a sense of despair. But maybe that's just the new normal. Maybe we're all destined to feel this way, forever searching for a way out of our misery. The only thing I know for sure is that things are not going to get better. The ending may not be cheerful, but it's the truth.
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Tuesday, February 22, 2022

Pet Mania Exposed!

Why you love poop so much! 

AKA: The terrorism of dog moms and fur babies: Why your love of animals is part of a misanthropic post-modern market oriented anti- human society. 

I didn't feel like doing all the necessary research to find out when dog mania started in the USA, but it wasn't that long ago that "dog mom" behavior was considered bizarre enough to get you mocked on television.


Remember when Paris Hilton was  ruthlessly derided for carrying that little Taco Bell© dog around in her purse? Now the whole damn world acts just as entitled as she did. Behavior once considered eccentric even for the rich and spoiled is now copied by average people. These average people turned pet enthusiasts bring their dogs to the grocery store, they bring them to restaurants, and to my astonishment, I've seen people walking around the mall with them. Why do pet lovers assume we all share the same affection for these creatures in public spaces?

It's because so many people are substituting pets for human interaction. Now that so many millennials have opted out of having children pet ownership rates have climbed out of control. But you can't blame pet mania on just being too poor to have kids. According to one source "The pet-ownership rate is even higher among those with a college education and a stable income—the same people who are most likely to delay marriage, parenthood, and homeownership beyond the timelines set by previous generations. Dogs, long practical partners in rural life or playmates for affluent children, have become a life stage unto themselves."
 
YOUR HOUSE IS FULL OF POOP! WHY AREN'T YOU MORE DISGUSTED BY THAT?

I don't know who needs to hear THIS, but if you own a pet your house is FULL of poop!! 

   All pets do is shit in your house. 
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I get it pet defender, I'm not supposed to be worried about poop because cats get a specific box of rocks to shit in. But no matter how careful you are, no matter how many precautions you take, no matter how few "surprises" kitty leaves you on the living room floor, your entire house is still contaminated with fecal matter. 

Think about it. That cat shits and then rubs it's ass everywhere. They jump on cabinets, furniture, beds. They climb, walk on, and investigate every crook and corner of your home. Cats do all this right after they've covered their fecal deposits with litter. They kick dust infested with feces straight into the air. Delightful, right? Now do you think that the poop just sticks to the kitty litter? No. The poo also sticks to your cats paws and fur. Thus, fecal matter gets transmitted all over your home. 

All you need is to live in a home with carpetless floors to realize how easily kitty litter gets spread. Walk around without socks and you will invariabley feel the crunch of dirty, fecal infested matter on the bottom of your bare feet. Not only does feces gets spread all around, but random fur balls roam the hallways like tumble weeds in the Old West. 

Look you can sweep the floor 24/7, but all that means you are doing is spreading that feces laced kitty litter around your floors. Pro tip make sure to cover your toothbrush unless you enjoy brushing your teeth with poop infested dust. 

I can already hear your objections, I KNOW you think YOUR home is clean. You meticulously scrub the floor with Clorox®, you change the litter box constantly. You bathe your cat daily. But you are wrong, and fooling yourself. Your home smells. If you have a cat or dog in the house any new visitor will know it. Trust me. I came from a petless environment and as soon as I entered my new home with animals, the offensive smell of animal was the first thing I noticed. You don't smell your animals because you have become desensitized to the smell. But the impurity is still there. Most of your petless friends are simply to polite to tell you about it. 

I'm not. 

For those who think I'm being  dramatic, sensitive, or just plain wrong, ask yourself this  question... would you let a homeless man shit in a box in your bathroom as long as he kicked some sand over it? Would you be cool with his barefeet walking over your kitchen counters? Don't worry, he's a very clean homeless man, we bathe him every few weeks, and whenever he shits he licks his feet and hands clean. I don't think you would. But you will allow your animals to run around like that. You'll even let your dogs and cats slober all over everything. Including licking and kissing your mouth, you disgusting zoophiles. These animals also bring in flees, bugs, shed their fur, vomit, and relieve themselves through out your home constantly. Yet many of you pretend this is perfectly acceptable condition to live in. 

It's probably worse in carpeted homes. Basically you get all that shit soaking into your carpets in between vacuuming. Remember your kids are eating and playing on the floor. That's bad parenting. You are infecting those innocent children with bacteria. 

Mind you these same pet owners are the kind of people who BRISTLE at the idea there are no cart wipes available to them to disinfect the cart handles at the grocery store all because 30 years ago they saw a Dateline 'investigation' about bacteria on grocery carts that's never  been empirically confirmed by science. But science or logic isn't something most pet owners are familiar with.*

*After cleaning the cart they place their filthy animals in the carts to contaminate it for the next customer. I won't mention how the standard response from these average minded folks confronted with evidence that contradicts their love of pets respond fallaciously by moving the goal posts. 

DOGS ATTACK 

If you aren't convinced by a cesspool of feces to get rid of your animals, then at least consider how dangerous animals are. 


Where this blog to catalog the gruesome images of dog attacks made everyday, then this blog would feature nothing other than X-rayed images of a Pit Bulls stomachs indicating where the chewed off digits of newborns end up. 

Cats cannot be trusted. 

And we haven't even gotten into the mind control that cats have over people by infecting them with a toxic virus.  Doctors reccomend against owning a cat if you are pregnant, or have a low immune system. Beware, you can literally risk your life by housing a pet. 

It's well known that the taxoplasmosis virus causes rat brains to go haywire by making them unafraid of cats. Could the virus also effect human brains? There is enough evidence to be worried. Taxoplasmosis has been linked in humans with schizophrenia, bad driving, crazy cat lady syndrome, risky choices, and much more. 

I think we've all met one of those  hypersexual grandmas who feeds 12 stray cats. They refuse to bathe and spread around the cat urine that's been soaked in to their adult under garments by pissing themselves on busses. Frankly, it's an insidious public health crisis that no one is talking. More than a third of all people have been infected with this virus which causes men to secrete extra testosterone which in turn can lead to risky and violent behavior in men. All of which allows the government to police the behavior of males far more closely than would otherwise be permissable. And risky violent male behavior gives credence to animal lovers when they promote ideas that animals are equal to or better than people. 

The Science of the Necrophillic Character Type as analyzed by Erik Fromm

Look, I know as soon as I said Necrophillic Personality Type to you, that I lost most of you. You figured I was just being disgusting by advocating sex with a corpse. 

You couldn't be more wrong. I'm borrowing a typology from Erik Fromm. Someone you should have remembered from your Sociology 101 class, or when you studied for the MCAT. 

Didn't study for an MCAT? How about at least a GRE? No? Then honestly what are you doing listening to this podcast? I can't sit here and explain every little thing for you. From now on, I'm gonna require a minimum level of education from you. Maybe I should send you a reading list? Oh, who am I kidding? None of you can take time away from your busy schedule of video gaming and gooner masturbation to read anything more cumbersome than a joke from your bubble gum wrappers. So I guess as usual the onus falls on me to teach you since I took Soc 101 and I've read all of Erik Fromm's books. 

NECROPHILLIAC 

Strictly speaking I'm broadening the concept of the necrophilliac personality type and combing the necrophilliac orientation to explain just how the social structure of the USA could form such a vile character type and what the formation of such a personality implies about our shared social structures. 

Fromm descibed the Necrophillic Type to include: "one who is attracted to and fascinated by all that is not alive, to all that is dead; to corpses, to decay, to feces, to dirt." [My exphasis] 

Only a Necrophillic character type could ignore all the poop and fecal matter distributed by your "animal companions." Indeed it's a wonder how little society acknowledges this fecal problem. Is there a virus contaminating dog feces as well as making humans oblivious to feces? Proof? Have you seen the cognitive dissonance that becomes engaged by an animal lover's brain when you discuss the feces littering animals do to neighborhood yards or the putrid smells found in pet homes? You can literally hear the sound of the brain cells colliding into each other trying to cover the negative tracks of pet ownership (that is if you can hear anything over the incessant barking.) 

So far our analysis has been descriptive only. We have sought to show you that pet ownership is dangerous. Dirty. And disgusting. But there is more. 

The Sick Society 

Pet mania isn't just an annoying fad for non-pet lovers, it's a serious sign there is something wrong with society. 

The Necrophillic diagnosis can be applied to individuals, but it can also be used to diagnose societies. Fromm believed that you could use this classification to differentiate between sick and sane societies. Of course to call a society sick we must understand what it takes to have a Sane Society. Fromm would define a sane society thusly:

[It's sane if it meets the] 'Needs and passions which are specifically human... the need for relatedness, transcendence, rootedness, the need for a sense of identity and the need for a frame of orientation and devotion. ...[man's] destructiveness as well as his creativeness, every powerful desire which motivates man's actions, is rooted in this specific source... '

For nearly two centuries philosophers and social scientists have been warning Western people that our societies no longer provide the ground for these human needs. As Durkheim comments "the individual, free from all genuine social bonds, finds himself abandoned, isolated, and demoralized. Society becomes a disorganized dust of individuals."

As Durkheim rightly points out we are all now a "disorganized dust of individuals" an isolated individual hidden within the Lonely Crowd.  Modern society no longer meets our human needs, so we must turn to a hodge podge of fabricated relief that allows us to live with these defects without becoming insane. [This is the cause of neurosis.] 

Our defects alienate us from our selves, they alienate us from others, so much so that the alienated person finds it almost impossible to remain by himself, because he is seized by the panic of experiencing nothingness. In addition capitalism through the Market Society has further imprinted upon us the need for the constant avoidance of pain, lonlieness, and fear through the consumption of goods that offer relief from its manufactured needs. We avoid feelings of estrangement in these societies through the reified consumption of those things. 

Nothing could be more emblematic of this process of reification in personal relationships than the modern dynamic of Tinder best expressed by the following quotation from Erik Fromm: "Love is often nothing but a favorable exchange between two people who get the most of what they can expect, considering their value on the personality market." I'm sure that sounds just like dating to you, my millennial friends? 

When individuals are this estranged its no wonder they no longer connect humanely with each other. A market system designed to squeeze profit from everywhere devalues the effort that connecting with others requires. But alienation is a horrific way to live. So we do the best we can to cope. We buy the unconditional love of a pet. We consume the adoration of it's unsophisticated mind. We alleviate our boredom, lack of emotion, and the loneliness of our lives through sublimation; transfering and projecting anthropomorphical feelings of devotion to our animal companions. 

We have so anthropomorphised our pets today that it is considered the height of ethics, philosophy, and morality among unsophisticates to confer upon canines a superior status over humanity. Out in the public square I hear the refrain constantly. We prefer our animals to you. In the 1800's such an utterance would have you placed in a madhouse. Full panopticon style. "We better  watch that guy!" People would say. Imagine telling those long ago liberals that dog sanctuaries are now better funded than homeless shelters, that entertainment sources would showcase grizzly atrocities of humans for fun, but would outlaw or self censor the equivalent images of animals. 

Even as late as the 1960's dog mania would have been considered insane. Sure there were movies like Old Yeller®, but no one would overhear you saying something so ridiculous as dogs or pets are morally superior to humans. Nor would organizations promote ideas that we should prefer the company of a pet over a Human. These ideas would have been shot down and labeled as neurosis as quickly as they were suggested. And it would have been immediately recognized for the misanthropy that it is. That's why earlier society slandered the crazy cat lady. We called her crazy because we knew full well what she wanted was a husband or at least some human connection. 

What could allow such an obvious neurosis like dog mania to go mainstream? It is the mistrust and estrangement bred within our market societies that allows such ideas to take hold? Not only does that market system seek to atomize and separate us, it seeks profit from the billions of dollars Americans spend on animals. Pet mania has convinced too many of us to spend recources on not just food and shelter for these creatures, but for toys, playthings, and all kinds of extravaganzas which further feeds our inclination to humanize these animals. 

No human society that offered a higher purpose or fed our spiritual selves would devalue the life of other humans so easily. A biophillic orientationed society would prevent other humans being treated as nearly a means to an end, or as an impediment to our selfish goals. Instead we'd seek  rewards found through human interaction. 

I HAVE PROOF YOU DON'T EVEN CARE ABOUT YOUR ANIMALS 

I know so many of you profess to care about your animal companions. You go so far as to purchase pet food that's made to be sold with the "people food." You find this trend to be cute, I find the trend to be quite disturbing. It's another way the culture  equalizes animals and humans. PETA and other animal rights activists  take advantage of this trend to push their pro animal, vegan, anti- human, and anti-science agenda. 

And while the pet enthusiasts pro animal agenda can count many victories in our culture they have done a terrible job teaching their new converts how to interact with their animal companions. When asked pet owners will admit to things like not being able to control their animals, and observations of distress that their lifestyles cause their pets. 

Take for instance how bored most dogs are. Dogs are pack animals who look to their leader for direction, but most owners are gone for hours a day at work. Even when the owners get home they rarely have time for directed play or time to satisfy the animals curiosity or desires. Owners lament the dog walk, sometimes offering to outsource this vital activity. They witness their pets insatiable need to stare and hover around their human 'parents.' Dog distress is a highly searched term on Google largely because no forethought is used by humans to help them decide if having a companionship is appropriate for the pet. 

Humans take little time to decide why they want a pet, usually it's just an effort to allievate their boredom, their loneliness, their emotional needs. Very little concern is given to the animal. Will it have proper food? Distraction? Will my absence affect this highly social animal? Does my dog or pet have a function or service it can ground its being into? The answer is invariably no. Even where service animals are found, one can see how the training has broken their spirit. Have you ever looked into the eyes of a service dog? They look miserable. Training animals to ignore their social instincts and work all day kills the natural joy & ignorance that nature has bequeathed on these stupid beasts. 

Instead of a blissful and natural life pets serve greedy, needy, and desperate people. And when they become a burden to those people they get disposed of it. The result, millions of feral cats and wild dogs are euthanized and the rest roam our streets causing untold damage. Many of these orphaned street pets end up attacking innocent pet free people. 

PET OWNERSHIP BEARS THE HALLMARK OF AUTHORITARIANISM 

Whenever I inquire into the mind set behind pet ownership, pet owners respond with how much they love their animals and hate people. They list a set of behaviors that pets (but especially dogs) provide to them that could best described as bootlicking behaviors. Pets have absolute loyalty. Pets provide unconditional love. Pets are subject to my whims. It seems that what most pet owners are looking for in their interaction is the opposite of what they'd find in humans. Humans require reciprocity in relationships. But the average pet owner is tired of taking other's feelings into account. They want easy love they can turn on and off. They want nothing to be required of them. Feed a dog and it will show you far more loyalty than any person will. When asked to choose between their pets and a human stranger in danger a shocking amount will side with their animals. 

The reason we admire dogs so much is that exhibit the the same characteristics that will be beneficial in upcoming dictatorships: loyalty, bootlicking affection, unconditional affection. 
Pet maniacs despise the complexity of human interaction. They view complexity as a negative. Pet owners desire something predictable and easy. Pet owners desire constant affection and attention. And prefer the option and to shut the door and retreat from the relationship when it suits them. They enjoy the literal boot licking of pathetic creatures attempting to win their favor. Pet maniacs despise being forced to engage in human interaction. Pet maniacs actively hate humanity. Their contempt is unsurprising from my psychodynamic analysis. 

Pets provide stability and relief from a chaotic system. Where there was fear a pet can provide companionship . Where there is chaos a pet can provide calm. Pet Mania infantilizes the owners emotional states the same way an authoritarian strongman strokes the fearful needs of the masses by offering protection and safety within the collective. It's no surprise to me to see the rise of pet mania during a time of increasing unease and authoritarianism. 

What can be done about pet mania? 

What can we done about this predicament? Is there hope to cure a society as sick as ours? We can start by promoting further instances of the biophillic over the necrophillic orientation. We can promote political causes that allow for the productive powers of humanity to improve. We must dispose of the post modern attacks on rationality which question the nature of objectivity which allow everyone's opinion to be considered equally. 

In our daily lives we can speak up against attacks on the unique place that humans have in creation. We can't allow proclamations like animals have greater or equal moral worth to humanity to go unchallenged. We must display our disgust when animal rights activists compare the suffering of people to be subordinate to the plight of their animal brethren. The next time you hear one of these sickos suggest they'd rather spend time with an animal over a human, or how they don't trust humans that don't love animals you should shout them down. "You are the problem, lady. Your terrible behavior is the reason society is in collapse!" 

Further more, you could join my boycott against Titos® Vodka. Titos® advertisements brag "They are the vodka for dog people.®" Their slogan is: They support pet prosperity and rescue.™ 

Titos© supports animal life but somehow it never occurred to them that consumption of their product has deleterious effects on humans, they'd rather set a goal of prosperity for pets (whatever that could mean) than set a goal to limit the harm their addictive product makes in human society. Titos© could be promoting harm reduction by donating to charities for humans, but instead they chose to take the profits they make from harming people and divert it towards the prosperity of pets. That's literally the definition of species suicide. On a personal note, I just don't trust drunken dog owners. I've been attacked by too many dogs let loose by careless people to give them a benefit of doubt. 

In addition to our daily interactions non pet lover's should show compassion and kindness to other people. Our kindness will be a helpful example to pet lovers that it is humans that are capable of supreme sacrifices and reflective selfless behavior towards others. We must build loving families communities that bring out the best in all of us. 

Anticipating your objections:

I am under no illusions that given the prevailing orthodoxy of dog mania found in our culture that many of you reading this essay will find my ideas preposterous, or perhaps feel defensive because of them. My positions, no matter how clearly stated are likely to be misunderstood. 

When ideas like pet mania are shared by the vast majority of people they aquire a self reinforcing power with little need to justify themselves. But just because a majority has entrenched a dangerous idea within our community does not mean those with heterodox views should be silenced. Indeed what is required is exactly the opposite. 

I won't be able anticipate every objection that will be advanced against me, but I will attempt to millitate the silliest of your objections and the most preposterous of the fallacies you will offer. 

The easiest objection to anticipate is the weakest of all arguments that will be offered against me. I anticipate that most of you will attack me with what philosophers call the ad hominem or the personal attack. 

You do not trust humans who dislike animals. Instead of addressing my arguments you will argue that what what you have read here amounts to nothing more than the idiosyncratic hypotheses of an animal hater. I fully admit this. I am an animal hater. If your leg had been bitten and nearly severed from the bite of a vicious attack dog you'd probably carry a grudge too. But it matters not whether I'm an animal lover or hater. What matters is the truth of my claims. It is simply irrelevant to the matter whether I like animals or dislike them. In fact, you may be surprised that my argument actually takes pity on pets when subjugated by humans in the form of service animals, or when stripped of their natural place in nature. 

Despite those fallacious attempts to smear me, my proposal to diagnose insanity on this society because of pet mania is hardly idiosyncratic. It was the great Sigmund Freud who first proposed the idea that societies can be sick in his essay Civilization and it's Discontents. 


Some may disagree with my assertion that pet lovers exhibit a Necrophillic tendency, as well as my claim that market economies are driven by a Necrophilous orientation. However, these individuals may overlook the fact that pet owners often overlook their own hygiene standards and prioritize animals over humans. Additionally, market economies often rely on a mechanistic approach to organizing society. And It was not me, but the Frankfurt School of critical theory, that was the first to argue that the capitalist system's formation and domination stem from the reification of social relations, a byproduct of instrumental reason's mechanization.

The fact that so many of you will make these errors does not make your errors to be truths, and the fact that millions of people share the same mental pathology of pet mania with you, does not make  you sane people. Your mania has made you insane and you need a cure. It was the goal of psychodynamic theory to rid the world of neurosis, and there was no better practitioner of psychodynamic theory than the man I base my conjectures on, Eric Fromm. 

So it will be up to you fellow human to shake off and mitigate the economic forces that push and control you, that have stripped you and humanity of its connectivity and a frame of orientation. 

It will not be easy. Once we have removed the opiate against the socially patterned defect of pet mania, the manifest illnesses of alienation will make their appearance. Pet mania may partially fulfill some human needs, but neurosis is the consequence. Acquired pet mania  strips basic humanity from those inflicted with it. Neurotic pet lovers then project their broken humanity onto  others. 

In our insane world basic human needs no longer find easy fulfillment, so social insanity is the only result. Pet mania can only remain normalized as long as we live in this insane world of pet worship. I wish to rid the world of the psychosis of Pet Mania. Moving forward the only path to a Sane Society is living without it. I hope that you will join me in this fight. Your society's health depends on it. 

Thursday, February 03, 2022

Let's update today's hypochondria, with more hypochondria


It's cold out today. 36 degrees in Arizona is like the North Pole before global warming. I can't poop anymore. Little nuggets is all I get when I push. My new roommate's ex gf cats poop more than me. Of course... there are three of them.

Something is wrong with my fingers, so I researched the first signs you get after you've had exposure to asbestos. After looking at pictures of fingers I know I'll be dead soon. Dr. Google gives me 2 years max. I may be dead soon, but I still won't release my Manifesto to you. Not until I'm dead. The Manifesto has too much truth in it that y'all can't handle. Mostly it's about my 10 inch cock and how it's always ready to be manipulated and fondled. A floppy 10 inch cock that doesn't need to get hard to be a pleasing machine. My cock's ejaculate tastes like apple sauce and I usually spurt more than a  quart at a time. It doesn't stop me from continuing to orgasm afterwards either. I can ejaculate all day, non-stop. 

Let's not forget the rest of my symptoms like the pressure in my chest and my new cough. All that along with the intestinal  back pain I've been having. It's hard to get out of bed sometimes. Hard to sit. My urine is a dark yellow and is fizzy as fuck. Like all I do is eat protein.

I get up to pee 5 times a night. The diabetes has finally kicked in I guess. There's so much wrong with me I'm not sure where to begin at a doctors office. Doctors never want to hear you describe so many symptoms. They want to know what this visit is for. Just tell em one thing they can bill. One thing they can prescribe you for. 

Moreover; doctors never believe you when you describe what's wrong. Even after they have evidence. They never believe. Don't believe me? Watch your doctor when you talk to them. They just wait for you to stop talking and then proceed to give you the first thing that comes to their mind. They call that a professional diagnosis. 

No wonder robots are already better at diagnosing. 

Wednesday, January 26, 2022

The Futility of Living

The cancer is taking forever to kill me. 

There's an old woman coughing in to her hand next to me. She used to be a nurse, so she knows better. But that was 50 years ago. Probably before the germ theory of illness transmission was taught. After she's done coughing she applies a red quilted cloth mask to her face.

I'm contemplating all the evil women who tried molesting me as a 20 year old. They took Bob's Gold Star too. He should be angrier about that. 

I can't remember the last time I wrote to you angry. Mostly it's been about resignation. Which is something you don't like about me. How quick I am to give up. How nothing ever works out for me. No one likes that shit, including me. It engenders pity. And nothing is worse than pity.

So instead I'll get angry again. The old Romius T is back baby!!! 

Monday, January 17, 2022

Take the L in the New Year!

How much blood in your stool do you need to die? I'm not sure either, but I imagine I'm close. A red ribbon of death gets smeared into the toilet paper every morning after I visit the bathroom and if that's not a warning from your diety I'm not sure what is. 

I know a lot of you would be like, "better get myself an appointment with a doctor." But if you had my life you'd probably have the same reaction that I had which is, 'what's taking so long?' 

Like many of you I've discovered how shitty this life is. Unlike many of you, I've given up on this shitty life. I really can't understand why you don't. 

Granted many of you aren't exactly facing the same life as I am. But plenty of you have bodies that are shutting down. Plenty of you can't pay your bills. There are thousands or more that are homeless, addicted to drugs, and are just plain miserable every day and in every way. 

Now, I'm not advocating suicide. That's for a later post. I just can't understand why more aren't interested. 

Someone explain it to me. Is it because you never sit down and do any kind of rational calculus. When was the last time you were actually happy? Is the pain way more often than pleasure? Are you really afraid of going to hell? Do you just drink so much that you don't remember yesterday? I assume. 

Monday, December 27, 2021

I'm 51. Welcome to my America where everyone is a failure too.

WELCOME TO FAILURE TOWN, USA POPULATION YOU 

I'm 50 now and I have no idea what I am doing with my life. Of course if you have been reading this blog for any time you probably figured that out already. 

After years of subsidy living in a condo that was rented to me at below market level the good times are over. I'll be looking for a new place to live in the worst rental market in years.

Truth is living by yourself is the fastest way to poverty in the new economy. And it's also impossible to room alone in the Phoenix area. Studios go for more than I make in a month and 1 bedroom apartments cost more than owning 3 trailer homes in Arkansas.

I may have to travel back to Palmetto (aka the palm ghetto) or live with some friends here and rent a room from them. Either way it's just more proof that I'm a loser. I have 20 year old friends that have their own house and car and sometimes I can't afford to uber home when I have groceries. I mean when milenial's figure life out before you, you've got some explaining to do. And the truth is I just don't have an explanation other than ineptitude. 

Now the only good thing about being a failure these days is that a lot of you are going to be joining me. The middle class is crumbling. And frankly, I can't wait to see you smug asshats who talked up the triumph of capitalism to take it on the chin. It's the end of the American Century™ and living standards are declining. Now is the time to give up hope. Just like me.