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I am resplendence. I am delight. I. AM. VARzen! :3
16 years ago
So I'm here chillin' out in the living room watching the original Batman movie (Tim Burton directed, Jack Nicholson as joker) and that's where you get your title of this journal from. I have nothing to say about the original Batman movie except that it's decent 90's nostalgia, and a decent movie overall. People running around in costumes trying to be serious is a very, very silly request.
Modern movies must compensate for this by having an hour and a half of exposition, so that when the millionaire playboy DOES put on his iconic negligee, cape, mask, or strap-on, we're too bored to object to its ludicrousness. :3
But no, I kid. I really like superhero movies, and there's one for every decade. Is Batman the best superhero? Well, he's the one with the least physical or technological advantages. I.e. he's only slightly more man than we are-- thus, he's our favorite.
Let's not forget that the Greeks compensated for their superheroes' superiority with terrible, terrible character flaws or them dying in the end. Yessir, just like a condom! Use once to prevent disaster, than throw that yiffer away. The one left standing? Just us normal human beings.
Are we just that jealous of a race? Or alternately, that self-infatuated? Can we, as people of various faiths, let the only people who are better than us REMAIN better than us if, in the end, we benefit with a heaven/mecca/reincarnation/ SOME SORT of preservation of our lives?
Heroes, in general, are such a self-fellating concept. Since we reason ourselves as good people, we'd want protection against the bad guys, right? Which is such an interesting concept, the bad guy-- the person who we, the good people see as our bane, and because they threaten, yes, OUR lives, THEY are bad and THEY must be destroyed.
Comic books and old action cartoons did this all the time, setting up a malevolent and impractical entity to encroach our ideaologies, destroy our twin skyscrapers, and question our way of life-- we assume our way of life is the right one and others are the bad guys.
Given, Al Qaeda blew up our shit in the name of some faggot profit.
Then again, it was because those towers were standing higher than their caves, tents, and camel concubines. America in general was standing taller than their oil-sodden sand-filled landfill.
Given, we were curling up in our silken nightgowns amidst the burly young men we call economic success, but what better comfort could there be than superficial creature comforts? And I do want to emphasize that such indulgences and such superficiality does have its benefits. I, Varzen, myself don't enjoy many of them; one can't on a server's mediocre wages, but there are times I climb above and enjoy one thing or another. Objects, toys, can be nice sometimes!
So this is where there's contradictions, and there needs to be contradictions in this world. We live in a world of poverty, and some have much more than others-- therefore, there are going to be contradictions, overlaps, and toes stepped on in this world.
It's a scary world, really. If you could see the skulls in every plastic-molded or press-stamped text that said "Made in China." If you could hear the sweatshops and their screams, you would know that we live in a world of contradiction.
We suck the cocks of the powerful and we shit on the faces of the insignificant.
--In general, that is.
Don't you love a world of contradictions? I do it too! :3
Liberals are faggots, conservatives are prudes. Fuck you all, you pack-mentality cowards. I'll shove every tree you save up your liberal ass and crucify you to our wind farm windmill props that save *so* much energy, and to you conservatives? Fuck you. McCain had a small penis and everyone who opposes gay marriage has an even smaller one for all the superhero-sized cocks slapping around out there that want to get their man-pubes together.
You're all compensating by pushing others down, and it ain't even down on your laps so us legitimate cocksuckers can enjoy ourselves.
I want two things in this world, and maybe I can have these two things without blowing the rest of the world up and all its contradictions. To be honest, I wouldn't blow up this world, because I benefit from the contradictions more than I lose from them. I'm a walking contradiction myself; I live in a country build on the backs of skeletons whose bones were crushed and made into mortar to cement our brick pyramids together. I live in a country whose entire land mass was stolen, its original inhabitants shuffled off into the desert to die.
It would have been the Holocaust for the Indians too, but we'd not invented Zyklon-B yet. God, that was a yiffin' efficient chemical there. God bless the Nazis and their scientific achievements, many of which were accomplished because we could, for once, use actual humans as guinea pigs. Science blossomed because for once, we could get really, really accurate results.
The sky is the limit when you eliminate those annoying human rights laws, you know? I'm sure it would help us mass produce certain items in the OH WAIT.
Now, I'm not saying that we're Nazis, I'm not saying that America is just as evil as Nazi Germany and that we just won the power struggle back in World War II because we touted ourselves as the good guys. Let's not forget that Hitler's people were also an oppressed race and needed vengeance.
Vengeance, by the by, is a very, very convenient thing. More on this later.
I'm not saying we're Nazis. I'm not saying that we're just as evil because honestly, we're not. We're not AS evil, but please. We take more than we give. We take from the environment, we take from animals, but really. We take from others. We swindle, either purposely or accidentally, from our many indulgences.
But what can we do about any of this? Live in harmony with nature and do copious amounts of drugs? Sure, that'll work-- hippies have no worldly possessions to speak of AND they rely on chemicals to feel any sort of pleasure. How about not do copious amounts of drugs and live in harmony with nature?
Yeah. That'll work right up until we get buttfucked by a bear. Nature's a bitch.
So what can we do? Dammit, that's where we just enjoy ourselves. Enjoy ourselves and, most importantly, add. For what we can't do for the environment, for the crumbling idea of human decency that a lot of the world has, we add beauty. We add happiness. We do what we can in this falling world, this burning zeppelin disaster, this fuckin' Hindenberg of society, an aura of pleasant around ourselves, and cast this pleasant net as far as possible.
Is this a form of Valium? Possibly-- only if insincere. With the way things are going, we can't expect to make any big change-- this golem that's rampaging human love and goodness will only show the chinks in his armor, his weaknesses, to a few select people in the world and ONLY a few of THOSE will have the weapon AND the talent required to stab that golem of death.
If it's you and your friends, allies, acquaintances are NOT holding you back like an entire Senate of presupposed popular opinion, of people afraid of change-- if YOU are not afraid of change and if YOU have the right sword and YOU are in the right position and if YOU can see the fleshy point at which to stab, then go for it.
It'll be like winning the lottery-- it'll feel like it and just like 99.9% of us, we'll die trying to do it.
For the rest of you, and me, be good... be a good person, be happy. Don't step on too many toes, but know that you're going to be stepping on some Ugandan babies that you didn't even know were there. This world's complicated, this world's cruel, and you're probably going to be known personally as a good person, but in nationality or by timeframe or by coincidence as a glutton, a fascist, and a selfish person by those who have no grip on the reality of it all--
Our shit has to drop somewhere, and because of our overpopulated and (justifiably) needy society, we're knee and forearm deep in it.
To my dearest friends, I love you. Please, regardless of gender, age, and any other literal attribute, be one of those burly young men wrapped around me. To my friends and my acquaintances, let me know you better. Even though my forearms are covered in shit, my eyes are full of stars.
--Varzen F. Dralmort
Modern movies must compensate for this by having an hour and a half of exposition, so that when the millionaire playboy DOES put on his iconic negligee, cape, mask, or strap-on, we're too bored to object to its ludicrousness. :3
But no, I kid. I really like superhero movies, and there's one for every decade. Is Batman the best superhero? Well, he's the one with the least physical or technological advantages. I.e. he's only slightly more man than we are-- thus, he's our favorite.
Let's not forget that the Greeks compensated for their superheroes' superiority with terrible, terrible character flaws or them dying in the end. Yessir, just like a condom! Use once to prevent disaster, than throw that yiffer away. The one left standing? Just us normal human beings.
Are we just that jealous of a race? Or alternately, that self-infatuated? Can we, as people of various faiths, let the only people who are better than us REMAIN better than us if, in the end, we benefit with a heaven/mecca/reincarnation/ SOME SORT of preservation of our lives?
Heroes, in general, are such a self-fellating concept. Since we reason ourselves as good people, we'd want protection against the bad guys, right? Which is such an interesting concept, the bad guy-- the person who we, the good people see as our bane, and because they threaten, yes, OUR lives, THEY are bad and THEY must be destroyed.
Comic books and old action cartoons did this all the time, setting up a malevolent and impractical entity to encroach our ideaologies, destroy our twin skyscrapers, and question our way of life-- we assume our way of life is the right one and others are the bad guys.
Given, Al Qaeda blew up our shit in the name of some faggot profit.
Then again, it was because those towers were standing higher than their caves, tents, and camel concubines. America in general was standing taller than their oil-sodden sand-filled landfill.
Given, we were curling up in our silken nightgowns amidst the burly young men we call economic success, but what better comfort could there be than superficial creature comforts? And I do want to emphasize that such indulgences and such superficiality does have its benefits. I, Varzen, myself don't enjoy many of them; one can't on a server's mediocre wages, but there are times I climb above and enjoy one thing or another. Objects, toys, can be nice sometimes!
So this is where there's contradictions, and there needs to be contradictions in this world. We live in a world of poverty, and some have much more than others-- therefore, there are going to be contradictions, overlaps, and toes stepped on in this world.
It's a scary world, really. If you could see the skulls in every plastic-molded or press-stamped text that said "Made in China." If you could hear the sweatshops and their screams, you would know that we live in a world of contradiction.
We suck the cocks of the powerful and we shit on the faces of the insignificant.
--In general, that is.
Don't you love a world of contradictions? I do it too! :3
Liberals are faggots, conservatives are prudes. Fuck you all, you pack-mentality cowards. I'll shove every tree you save up your liberal ass and crucify you to our wind farm windmill props that save *so* much energy, and to you conservatives? Fuck you. McCain had a small penis and everyone who opposes gay marriage has an even smaller one for all the superhero-sized cocks slapping around out there that want to get their man-pubes together.
You're all compensating by pushing others down, and it ain't even down on your laps so us legitimate cocksuckers can enjoy ourselves.
I want two things in this world, and maybe I can have these two things without blowing the rest of the world up and all its contradictions. To be honest, I wouldn't blow up this world, because I benefit from the contradictions more than I lose from them. I'm a walking contradiction myself; I live in a country build on the backs of skeletons whose bones were crushed and made into mortar to cement our brick pyramids together. I live in a country whose entire land mass was stolen, its original inhabitants shuffled off into the desert to die.
It would have been the Holocaust for the Indians too, but we'd not invented Zyklon-B yet. God, that was a yiffin' efficient chemical there. God bless the Nazis and their scientific achievements, many of which were accomplished because we could, for once, use actual humans as guinea pigs. Science blossomed because for once, we could get really, really accurate results.
The sky is the limit when you eliminate those annoying human rights laws, you know? I'm sure it would help us mass produce certain items in the OH WAIT.
Now, I'm not saying that we're Nazis, I'm not saying that America is just as evil as Nazi Germany and that we just won the power struggle back in World War II because we touted ourselves as the good guys. Let's not forget that Hitler's people were also an oppressed race and needed vengeance.
Vengeance, by the by, is a very, very convenient thing. More on this later.
I'm not saying we're Nazis. I'm not saying that we're just as evil because honestly, we're not. We're not AS evil, but please. We take more than we give. We take from the environment, we take from animals, but really. We take from others. We swindle, either purposely or accidentally, from our many indulgences.
But what can we do about any of this? Live in harmony with nature and do copious amounts of drugs? Sure, that'll work-- hippies have no worldly possessions to speak of AND they rely on chemicals to feel any sort of pleasure. How about not do copious amounts of drugs and live in harmony with nature?
Yeah. That'll work right up until we get buttfucked by a bear. Nature's a bitch.
So what can we do? Dammit, that's where we just enjoy ourselves. Enjoy ourselves and, most importantly, add. For what we can't do for the environment, for the crumbling idea of human decency that a lot of the world has, we add beauty. We add happiness. We do what we can in this falling world, this burning zeppelin disaster, this fuckin' Hindenberg of society, an aura of pleasant around ourselves, and cast this pleasant net as far as possible.
Is this a form of Valium? Possibly-- only if insincere. With the way things are going, we can't expect to make any big change-- this golem that's rampaging human love and goodness will only show the chinks in his armor, his weaknesses, to a few select people in the world and ONLY a few of THOSE will have the weapon AND the talent required to stab that golem of death.
If it's you and your friends, allies, acquaintances are NOT holding you back like an entire Senate of presupposed popular opinion, of people afraid of change-- if YOU are not afraid of change and if YOU have the right sword and YOU are in the right position and if YOU can see the fleshy point at which to stab, then go for it.
It'll be like winning the lottery-- it'll feel like it and just like 99.9% of us, we'll die trying to do it.
For the rest of you, and me, be good... be a good person, be happy. Don't step on too many toes, but know that you're going to be stepping on some Ugandan babies that you didn't even know were there. This world's complicated, this world's cruel, and you're probably going to be known personally as a good person, but in nationality or by timeframe or by coincidence as a glutton, a fascist, and a selfish person by those who have no grip on the reality of it all--
Our shit has to drop somewhere, and because of our overpopulated and (justifiably) needy society, we're knee and forearm deep in it.
To my dearest friends, I love you. Please, regardless of gender, age, and any other literal attribute, be one of those burly young men wrapped around me. To my friends and my acquaintances, let me know you better. Even though my forearms are covered in shit, my eyes are full of stars.
--Varzen F. Dralmort
You know, Ben Stein (that guy who wrote a weekly L.A. newspaper column about sitting in a steakhouse that was prone to celebrities) recently wrote his very last article. My mate forwarded it to me and I read it and...was kinda hurt, upset, and inspired at the same time.
He wrote about how the actors and models in Hollywood don't deserve the money they earn. That they simply memorize lines and recite them in front of a camera. He went on further about this before turning his head and saying that America's true heroes and inspiration were our Army.
After that, I knew it was going downhill. I've read more Army-praising chain-mails than Dairy Queen's sold ice cream cones.
He went on and on about how these are who people should really aspire to be. The men and women who defend our country, not some dumb-ass actor or actress who lives the "good life." He goes on about how hard and tough it is in the Army, and that our soldiers sacrifice so much for us.
Maybe they do. Or maybe it's all horrifically overrated. I don't know.
But what really twisted my nipple was the way he threw down actors and actresses. I'm an actor. I have a goal and a dream to be the best actor I can be, and use my talent to succeed in life. Ben Stein thinks it's worthless.
I want to write to Mr. Stein an apology, saying "Sorry I'm not good enough. Sorry my talent doesn't include precision tactical strategizing and knowing every component of an M-16 assault rifle. Sorry I'm not out there killing people."
I dunno; I don't think there's a right or wrong here, but people like to defend their own views, not other's (usually).
Nice rant, by the way.