Destrudo

I originally wrote this in response to the same nonsensical remark that sparked the creation of my play The Chester County Automaton(s) When a feeble minded idiot whom I shall not name uttered the phrase "What should I be feeling about this? I don't know how to feel right now" it seems more accurate now than it did at the time, which is good as it was basically a quickly written angry letter that I wrote to myself to keep from punching things -BC

Destrudo: A Manifesto Against Incompetence

Wherein I will discuss my thoughts on the irrational emotional lack of logic and reason that seems all to prevalent in our society.

I'm seething with a white-hot raging fury. I am on the edge of a terrific precipice that leads to the short path of unleashing my blinding rage on an unexpecting and unprepared public. Whats more I am stupefied, no, utterly incredulous at what I am seeing ballied about in front of me. I am trying to grasp the simplistic illogical emotional ramblings of a people whose motivations are so ridiculously unobtainable to me that I have grown furious that people of this sort are allowed to coexist with their intellectual superiors. Frankly its time for genocide. I know it, you know it, the only ones who have yet to figure this out are the slack-jawed sheep grazing on the time and patients of progress. (I would estimate this to be 90% of the population)

The world in which we currently survive is a miasma of melodramatic romanticism and over ripe self-psychosis. People have developed a sense of self worth far beyond what should ever be permitted by casual introspective thought. We have cultivated a society so bent on its pursuit of arrogance and egotheism that in all actuality it is amazing that it hasn't collapsed on its own love of its self. People are in a constant pursuit of pleasure with little to no thought of the cause and effect implications of their life. The mien of a carefree veneer should at least be their calling card, but instead they bemoan their simplistic inadequacies and soon the smallest infraction unto them is the strife of a thousand years blown to an outrageous proportion. An observance of total indifference is seen as a hatred, for in this world there is no room for indifference only hatred and joy. It is a monotone view of reality in which relevance is consistently placed on the popular choice as opposed to any thought reached from reasoning. We live in a culture of wretched extremes.

I am overly fatigued with people and their feelings and even more-so their constant need to express and validate them on the general populace. Why exactly do these moronic sheep amble through their days demanding attention and cohesion? From me they will get none of this. I can, and will firmly state that my tolerance for the meager yawps of a people too sullied by their own rudimentary urgings and animalistic cravings to be able to see beyond their own temporary satisfaction are quiet finished. Feel free to come back when you've read a book... preferably something of intellectual weight and not ridiculous commercial drivel.

Viva La Revolution,
Brad