Wednesday, 18 March 2009

Misanthropy.

I want to like humanity, I really do.

It's a great idea in my opinion; self aware creatures, what a fabby concept! They'll question stuff. They might even work out how the universe works! That is so fucking cool!

The problem is that they have a practical need to work together because they don't really have the individual wherewithal to survive.

Even the beardy fella in his shack in the woods can't make metal tools - he simply doesn't have the time to build and maintain the rather specialised infrastructure needed for mining, quarrying, smelting and smithing never mind collecting the materials and working them.

He can't even make his own axe the fucking useless idiot.

And he's probably got a gun. where did he get that?

And that sack of beans look suspicious too! Surely Jute and yummy harricot beans won't both grow in the middle of the Appellation mountains? Anyway, I don't see a loom.

He got them because - whether he likes it or not - his existence relies on others. Loads of others.

Same with us. Our lifestyle relies on hoards of undernourished kids in the Third World making cheap party-frocks for wages of pennies a day so that they can afford to buy the food produced by undernourished farmers. The farmers might rely on overnourished petrochemical fertiliser companies (and the folk they employ), Who rely on overnourished oil companies and their (probably) amoral people.

And all of them rely on each other and many more besides. None of those ones know how to make an axe either.

It's simple, but crucial to human existence, and it is often overlooked - or even denied - which is why I hate people.

People are fucking idiots who depend, for their very existence, on other fucking idiots.

All of us.

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