on blogging

this thing. this blog thing. why do You do it?

almost no one reads. certainly no one cares. and yet You keep on doing it. new You's are starting them up all the time. and You rarely have anything interesting to say. at very least, You say uninteresting things with a good sense of style.

what can I say about a growing mass of You's, all perfectly willing to sit and write for no one?

surely nothing interesting.

"Advertisements have them chasing cars and clothes, working jobs they hate so they can buy shit they don't need. We are the middle children of history, with no purpose or place. We have no great war, or great depression. The great war is a spiritual war. The great depression is our lives. We were raised by television to believe that we'd be millionaires and movie gods and rock stars -- but we won't. And we're learning that fact."

and now freddie nietzsche would like to speak about the dominant aryan culture. what? You don't see that hitler won? thought his plan up and executed it? don't You know that mr. ford and mr. bush had investments in both sides of the last great war? hitler is gone, but so is f.d.r. the infrastrucutre of "the most powerful nation on earth" is rotting from the inside. capital is constantly being poured into private multinational interests with no concept of patriotism, nor any need for it. the american culture is showing the same symptoms of decay preceeding the third reich. there is no history and no future here. there is only growth and consumption. lacking form You stike out blindly.

You are the cancer.

We are the cure.