Monday, March 27, 2017
"I don't train to be "fit enough" for the modern world, or to gain the esteem of the average modern man. I train because somewhere in my DNA there's a memory of a more ferocious world, a world where men could become what they are and reach the most terrifying magnificent state of their nature. I don't train to impress the majority of modern slobs. I train to be worthy enough to carry water for my barbarians fathers, and to be worthy of the company of the men most like them alive today. I train because I imagine the disgust and contempt our ancestors would have for us all if they lined up modern men on the street. I train to be less of an embarrassment to their memory. I train because most modern men dishonor all of the men who came before them. I train "as if" they were watching and judging us. I train "as if" I might one day be called to join them, or to strive and thrive as they once did, in a greater age. I train because it is better to imagine oneself as a soldier in a spiritual army training for a war that may never come than it is to shrug, slouch and shuffle forward into a dysgenic and dystopian future." -- Train for Honor by Jack Donovan
Posted by defconquell at 10:47 AM
Tuesday, March 21, 2017
The Boy Scout Oath - On my honor, I will do my best to do my duty to God and my country and to obey the Scout Law; to help other people at all times; to keep myself physically strong, mentally awake, and morally straight.
The Boy Scout Law - A Scout is trustworthy, loyal, helpful, friendly, courteous, kind, obedient, cheerful, thrifty, brave, clean, and reverent.
The Girl Scout Promise - On my honor, I will try to serve God and my country, To help people at all times, And to live by the Girl Scout Law.
Girl Scout Law - I will do my best to be honest and fair, friendly and helpful, considerate and caring, courageous and strong, and responsible for what I say and do, and to respect myself and others, respect authority, use resources wisely, make the world a better place, and be a sister to every Girl Scout.
Posted by defconquell at 4:43 PM
Thursday, March 16, 2017
Sunday, March 12, 2017
They made a movie about Joaquin Phoenix falling in love with Siri. Hey Siri, he said. Do you want to talk to me. I’m sorry – I don’t understand that. When historians sift back thru the ashes they will say it was the phones. Once the phones became self-aware it was over.
Marcy Pendergrass was putting up the Halloween decorations. The one hot girl in the office. He’d been promoted but his cubicle was the same. Gray desk behind a gray wall five feet high. She held two rolls of fake police tape with cartoon letters. Do you want the vampire zone or the zombie zone, she asked.
I don’t have a preference.
He’d been looking at a grid of consumer packaged goods branding executives. Now he tried not to look too hard at Marcy Pendergrass. She wore a black tennis dress to work. She’d crouched to pick up plastic spiders to embed in the webs she had stretched outside his boss’s big glass office. Right across from his cubicle. He saw her panties. The color of toothpaste. Then just pick, she said.
I knew you’d pick that.
She said it sweetly. But he still thought: then why the fuck did you ask. She slid behind him to string up the tape by his printer. Got on tiptoes. Her hip grazed his arm, shifted the cloth of his dress shirt and gave him ASMR. His neck hair stood up. He hadn’t been touched in three weeks. The warmth coming off her made him self conscious about his posture. Her breath made the cubicle humid. Jesus Christ, he thought, I am turning into a vampire.
You picked vampires because they’re sophisticated, she said.
She’d caught him in the parking lot once. He was in his car with the stereo playing Ride of the Valkyries. It was the Otto Klemperer instrumental. Operas were ruined by the tenor. They sound like retarded men crying.
She was walking down the concrete ramp with a cardboard tray of low calorie bobas for the sales staff. She had on a gray pleated skirt like a Japanese porno. She saw his face in the open window and he got nervous. By the time she asked what is that he’d been thinking for seconds about how to pronounce Richard Wagner. It’s German opera, he said.
Well that’s surprising about you.
I think it would be surprising about anybody, sitting in a parking garage listening to this.
I wouldn’t have thought you were so cultured.
I’m just waiting for the guy to pull up with my Grey Poupon, he said.
It was a mistake. Kraft-Heinz Grey Poupon was a client. The line of mustards had its own branding team. Sales were strong thanks to an iconic 80’s ad campaign. But millennials lacked awareness of the condiment. Now he was thinking about work. Her hair was tied back, perfect black like the girls in the Mel Gibson Mutiny on the Bounty. He wanted to throw Anthony Hopkins overboard and take her to a beach and eat breadfruit. What was breadfruit. Why is she being nice to me. What else do I not know about you, she said.
Where to begin, he said. He turned the music down. I wish I could say I have nine secret kids and killed three men. But I pretty much go to work and floss regularly.
I don’t believe that.
On weekends I go the pond and look at aquatic birds.
She was about to laugh.
Recently a belted kingfisher took up residence. An engaging bird. Lot of personality.
I’m about to turn 41 years old and pay imported prostitutes in Koreatown so a beautiful woman will touch me, he thought. It got so bad I've thought about joining a Thai biker gang in Chiang Mai. I just want to die but suddenly I want to bury my face in your jet black cunt hairs and burrow into your hot musk like a weevil. I think that’s amazing, she said. That you like birds and the opera.
I’m glad someone’s amazed.
I was an Audobon Society Junior Birdwatcher. And I play the flute.
He was surprised. He’d heard a song coming from her headphones once in the break room. It sounded like the teletubbies DJ'ing with Kenny G. It was about drinking cough syrup.
Maybe we can go look at birds over lunch some time, she said. There’s that sanctuary.
Oh yeah I know it, he said. I would love to. There’s a breeding pair of pied-billed grebes.
I don’t get to do stuff like that much anymore, she said. Since I moved in with my boyfriend.
What about you, he asked. Which one.
I think vampires have too much to worry about, she said. He heard her snip the tape. She grazed him again as she left his cubicle. Zombie life seems more simple.
How’s Chad doing, he asked.
We broke up, she said.
There was a bright light. For a split second everything looked like an x-ray. The power popped and all the lights went dark. And he thought: Oh God, they did it. His asshole instantly went cold and a shiver raced down his body.
The boss’s floor-to-ceiling glass wall showed the shockwave coming in full cinematic roiling horror. The office buildings a mile away burst apart like paper-maché piñatas. Marcy come back here, he said. She didn’t hear. Her eyes just said what the fuck. He grabbed her arm and pulled her under the desk and she started to scream but then there was only the roaring thunder and the building blew in. When the car alarms woke him she was gone.
-- Original credit and thanks go to Delicious Tacos
Posted by defconquell at 1:52 PM
Wednesday, March 8, 2017
It is not the critic who counts;
not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles,
or where the doer of deeds could have done them better.
The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena,
whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood;
who strives valiantly; who errs,
who comes short again and again,
because there is no effort without error and shortcoming;
but who does actually strive to do the deeds;
who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions;
who spends himself in a worthy cause;
who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement,
and who at the worst,
if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly,
so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls
who neither know victory nor defeat.
-- Citizenship in a Republic is the title of a speech given by the former President of the United States, Theodore Roosevelt at the Sorbonne in Paris, France on April 23, 1910.
Posted by defconquell at 1:16 PM