The Stench
And already I can hear voices saying: "This is unfair!". And why? How? Well, it's something that ordinary
people wouldn't get. So, to draw You a picture, think about that Girl from that Therapy Group I just told
You about. There, having laid out boundaries with a rope. Then in comes a man ... and I'd have to say MAN
... and kicks the rope, transgressing her boundaries. And in their world ... that's the right and fair
thing to do. Saying that the girl is pathetic, that this is what she needs and yet, when a man comes in and
oversteps, she's silent. Wouldn't that be the issue?
To say, it's the girls fault. Like everything else. If she spoke up ... You know. I mean ... it's a thought
experiment so it just exists in the imagination, but that's kind of what we're talking about, innit?
So, what they then think is unfair that I've done it after all. Overcome my shadow, consolidating my ego,
showing strength in spite of defeat. So, am I now the one ... the Kwisatz Haderach as it were ... who done
did it ... or was I just the antithesis to that? I would think You got your Qizzls right there in the
White House ... and to be real, I don't really see how I done did anything of that magnitude so far.
And if we get there, it shall be delivered unto me. So ... should I make an even more thorough point of it?
I mean, the whole thing with self - that I was getting at - well. It is to do with ... skulking. It's to
START the whining. It's to say: God FUCKING DAMNIT ... I've had enough. But what good does it to me?
[Piueeeee....]
But to entertain the idea ... well. For once, it is what it is. Power or not. Whether or not I may wield it,
that's ... not the issue here, is it? You have Your idea of how things work, or should work ... and some of
it is true and some of it isn't. If I end up on one line of Your imagination or the other, that's ... neither
here nor there, to me. It's not even interesting. Not right now at least.
Those rules that You make ... well. Some of them may resemble Rules that God respects in one way or another.
But some of them don't. Like, You can lock me into a box where hypothetically I cannot be like this or that
or I lose You somehow. But that then ... is not how power works, is it?
To let myself be boxed in like that?
But sure, what choice do I have?
And it's weird how these silly ideas seem to hold sway. Of course ... it is what they do. Excuse after excuse,
it has become an ideology. A profession perhaps. It's what they do ... when challenged. We might call it
the "impotent flailings of a child" ... but sure, in the worldly sense it isn't really impotent.
Well, impotence is a relative term ... innit?
So, what's the story now? "Stop Whining"? When all "You" do ... is bitch and whine? Well, it's all in the money.
If I have it - my bitching and whining may move mountains. If I don't ... I have to suck it up.
Where's the ideology? It's just a twisting of the facts to feel good about Your horrid self.
And that's a third! MIC ... DROPPED