/lit/ - Literature

Circular logic DESTROYS all other philosophers past, present, and future

This guy is a narcissist, megalomaniac, and hypocrite. He does champion some good ideas that others won't though, but it hardly makes him a great thinker.

I used to think I was better than other people. Then I read a whole bunch of books, and now I know I'm better than other people. An unfortunately large portion of the human population doesn't even live up to my definition of 'people'. I want them all to die because I just feel like they're impeding the rest of us.

Earth is like a planet populated by Roombas, just wandering aimlessly, sucking up whatever they can, bumping into shit with no regard for anything, and I just keep fucking tripping over them. The stampede of subhumans that's been on the news lately just came crashing face first into the southern U.S. border, with dozens of pictures of filthy creatures laughing, throwing rocks, setting things on fire, and attacking people. I really wish I could have been there, maybe with some friends, and just shot at them while they ran. They are the concept of disrespect given corporeal form, the physical embodiment of ignorant, spiteful recklessness.

I want to set up a big trap. A pit in the ground, covered in a tarp, with a fake kiosk and a sign saying "free welfare checks and heroin" or something. They all go charging for it with no regard for potential consequences, as is dictated by their nature, and fall in the pit. I would dump gasoline on them, and savor the moment when I see their faces as they realize the mistake they've made and how they're going to pay for it. Then, with no ceremony, no big show of anything, just set them alight and wander off to do it again. I can only tolerate rodents in the walls of my home for so long, and I'm getting sick of all the rat shit and chewed wires everywhere. That's what they are, rats disguised as people, except rats aren't moral agents, and I can't get mad at them for what they do. These things are below rats. I like imaging myself chaining these things to lampposts or telephone polls out in public and beating them with blunt weapons until they're just a skin sack of gory pulp. I can kind of feel my chest getting lighter as I think about it.

I wish they knew I was here, or how many people in this country want to hurt them as much as I do. I really want them to pick a fight. Damn I love being edgy, I just get to lean into it unapologetically, and it feels really good.