I have begun a new art series called „Die Nachkommenschaft von Henry Spencer“. The whole series will be a mixed media of charcoal and blood on canvas. Two works have been finished already („Raketenchirurgie“ and „Selbstporträt: Der Preis des Lebenskrieges“), another has been started („Um allein zu stehen“), and yet another is planned („Sklavenschleifer“). There will be more than just the four. Click the images for full size.
„Selbstporträt: Der Preis des Lebenskrieges‟ (January 2014)
„Raketenchirurgie‟ (January 2014)
„Um allein zu stehen“ (unfinished)
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Tagged anger, art, cynicism, evolutionary psychology, human condition, idiocy, ignorance, knowledge, misanthropy, philosophy, psychology
This was inspired by reading his preface to his own ballad poetry…
The perfect metaphor of American education: this required “book”—a collection of loose papers that they didn’t even take the time to put a cheap plastic binding ring on—is over $200 USD (€150+ Eur). I tried to fight against shit like this, but I stood alone and was snuffed out. Good job guys, YOU (collectively) let them rape you, and they went in dry. Makes it even worse knowing tuition is $5,000 – $15,000 USD (€3670 – €11011 Eur) per semester (that’s not counting lab fees or university fees or registration fees or fee fees…). Then, when all is said and done, you’ll still have to pay to take many of your tests (since Scantron sheets cost around $5 USD for a pack of 3 and many teachers require them for tests and they are not covered in the multiple tuition fees and university fees you pay).
And this is the receipt for just 6 books/“books”…
And some comic “relief” for all of this:
I decided to check my blog stats today and noticed that the top two search queries that directed people to my blog were “causes of misanthropy” and “what causes misanthropy”, so I decided to tackle this topic head-first.
I have often heard it said that if one is intelligent, then one cannot (or should not) use foul language. I wonder what sort of language was within the HUNDREDS of letters that Albert Einstein sent to his wife about all the women he was fucking…
Language chosen does not dictate intelligence in any form. Just because I do not use a vernacular of “intelligence” does not mean that I lack it. If you don’t like my choice in language, then you can just fucking sod off, because I do not give one half of a damn about your bullshit opinion that’s littered with an average of two or three blatant logical fallacies per sentence.
Furthermore, not a one of you know me. I don’t write my whole life in this blog; you cannot know what I do outside of what I write here, or what kind of a person I am. Yes, you are right, I will block your comments, because I fight hard to make the world around me (even metaphysical pseudo areas like the Internet) clean of bullshit. Where I have the power to change the world around me for the better, I will, and there’s not a damn thing you can do to stop me, most certainly not a few shitty, half-ass ad hominem attacks on a blog that I care less about than whether or not there’s horse shit on the bottom of my shoe.
If you don’t like it, fuck off. I’m not shoving this material down your throat. If you find it, somebody else shoved it down or you had to go looking for it. You can all eat my arse for all I care.
“People are always angry at anyone who chooses very individual standards for his life; because of the extraordinary treatment which that man grants to himself, they feel degraded, like ordinary beings”. — Friedrich Nietzsche
Me in therapy (totally 100% true story, no exaggeration or rephrasing):
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