War and Fucking
Bombing for Peace is like fucking for Virginity, said the unwashed hippy. Get a job, said Arkard.
The above quote is a one that has bugged me for a long time because it’s so wrong. How the hell do you plan to get more virgins without fucking? The horizontal foxtrot is the only reasonable way to maintain the number of virgins in any given society. If you simply sew shut your vertical smile and plug your backdoor your virginity will remain intact, but soon you will be dead, and wham, human kind dies out.
When someone protests fucking for virginity he or she tells you that in order for protect chastity you must get rid of the humans. A noble endeavor I admit, but you have to ask yourself, is virginity something to be kept, never to be used? That would be like storing all your money in a giant sock for all your life without ever spending a dime. It makes no sense and does not work unless your name is Scrooge McDuck. So yeah, you want the very idea of virginity and actual virgins to exist? You need humans fucking. Or more basically, you need humans.
The opposite is true with World Peace. The quote from which I spring boarded into my heroine fueled hatred rant about hippies and humans, suggests that bombing for peace does not work, and that is simply not true. In order to keep virginity alive, you need humans, in order to keep peace, you need a massive genocide.
I like to think I have not turned Emo and Goth, though with me hunting the lot of them for sport and food for the last couple of years, that certainly would be an ironic turn out. No, I do not crave for the annihilation of the human kind. As every human being I would like to see World Peace. I just do not believe we as a species are capable of it, that’s all.
What is World Peace anyhow? Is it love? Is it a bunch of people sitting in a circle, naked, with each other’s dicks in their hands fapping away to the sound of acoustic guitar renditions of the Beatles greatest hits? No, that’s Friday at my Uncle Bill’s house. What so many of us forget is that World Peace is not a feeling. World Peace is in its core, the lack of knives in our eyes and less bullet in our knees.
We humans made this planet our bitch because we knew how to kill better, smarter and faster than any other organism on Earth. We were organized, we feasted on meat and we had opposable thumbs, the second greatest appendix right behind the dick, often working in beautiful unison, late at night under the covers. Nature has endowed us with everything we needed to be killers, smart as we were. Dominating, subjugating and killing are parts of our nature. We might evolve, talk about morals, but we do not need much to start swinging our axes around.
Let us imagine the most peaceful society on Earth, right now. Let us then imagine a serial killer who infiltrates the community and not only rapes your daughter, but also tortures and kills her at the end. Now imagine you not grabbing a nearby rock and not smashing his head open, barely resisting the urge to bite out his defective brain. The very idea to let such a person live made me sick to my stomach, and I just pulled this example out of my ass.
The conclusion? Humans will always kill, and where there is killing, there won’t be real peace. We will always have leaders who will control nuclear arsenals and armies capable of enslaving entire continents, and those leaders will always be people, people who are prone to violence, grief and cruelty.
The closest thing to a World Peace I can picture is a global free market economy, where peace would be the absolutely necessity to maintain that market, and therefore a desirable state of being. But there is a problem with that. Not everyone will have something you desire. There might be countries, cities, hell, even small groups, which will not benefit even a tiny iota from World Peace, and among those groups there will someday be one person, twisted in his own way, who will want to fuck your shit up, and just like with Dominos, it only takes one.
The only reason to achieve real Peace, is to stick our heads in the oven at the count of 3, lay back, and let the planet sort itself out.
But I would miss the new season of Mad Men so… I guess we’re all screwed. But hey, at least there are still some virgins out there who have never seen a grown man’s penis. I may not help the world with peace, but I can fix that particular problem. BRB, flashing.
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another problem with the global free market economy requiring global peace as an absolute necessity in order to maintain that market is how do you maintain that peace? by bitch slapping those that try to fuck up that stability. how do bitch slap said “rabble rousers”? with some goddamn weapons and a mighty military that is trained and is constantly ready and willing to be deployed to any part of the world to that needs to be reminded “that if you fuck with peace, you die.” so, yeah, you’re right. we are not capable of peace, because it takes war and death keep it.
The actual catch is that peace would stop existing the moment war or violence ended. Nothing can ever exist without the existance of its complementary oppossite.