Seems like a good day to GO KICK ASS!

03 June 2010

Answers To Crazy Basement Dwellers (you) -part III+I

What does it mean to be a GREEK?
I'm not a big fan of the faggotries Shakespeare used to write about, but there is in fact a Shakespearean passage I can say I esteem:

Shylock: [...] It will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge. He hath
disgraced me, and hindered me half a million; laughed at my losses, mocked at my gains, scorned my nation, thwarted my bargains, cooled my friends, heated mine enemies, and what's his reason? --I am a Jew.
Hath not a Jew eyes?
Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions; fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means,
warmed and cooled by the same summer and winter as
a Christian is?
If you pick us do we not bleed?
If you tickle us do we not laugh?
If you poison us do we not die?
And if you wrong us shall we not revenge?
If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that...

When not seen from a religious perspective and letting aside the prevailing theme of revenge, that passage pretty much explains my answer, which is: being a Greek doesn't mean anything. The same way being an American/ Ethiopian/ Australian/ Chinese/ Eskimo doesn't mean anything. In the real world, it's not about where you are from. It's about where you have the potential to go to.

Why are you a smoker?
The same reason why people pick their nose or masturbate. There's no deep philosophy behind every single thing we do.

I'd be interested in reading a fairytale by you.
Fairytale (to never fall asleep)
Once upon a time there was a tavern called the Shooting Gallery. Humanoids from all over the world visited this tavern to taste its delicious genetically modified or low calorie subhuman-meat dishes. The customers varied in forms and sizes. The ones with additional upper limbs were bankers. Those with many tongues often worked as journalists. Others had brain support machines attached to them and were unable to walk; those usually were politicians. The ones speaking in numbers were well known businessmen. Some had skin made of sugar with chunks missing or melt -those were celebrities. There was a separate section in the Shooting Gallery for those who had contagious diseases. Customers there usually sneezed or coughed at each other's face in an effort to spread ~their~ disease. Most of them were either religious leaders or far-right/left/up/down wing political supporters.
There were very strict rules in the Shooting Gallery: smoking was prohibited, but the customers were allowed to do drugs, prescribed by the trained pharmacologists-waitresses, while slowly sipping their crimson or petroleum-smelling beverages. Instead of bills, customers were given prescriptions. Also, instrumental music was never played. The only form of entertainment included jesters with an exceptional hearing who had mastered shape-shifting. These jesters didn't transform themselves, but reproduced anything they heard in singing voices, always slightly changing it into something else. Their hypnotizing voices made anyone who was listening eventually fall into a trance, making it impossible to remember what exactly was being sang. Anyway, once the singing was over it was extremely unusual for the audience to agree on anything it had heard. No one knows how the jesters had developed such an amazing sense of hearing or why their singing voices were so perfect. Perhaps it was genes. Perhaps it was an ancient craft. What I do know though is that they were all insane. It could be because of the original things they heard or the altered versions they sang about. One can only guess...
Finally, the most important rule was that anyone who had ever been a customer of the Shooting Gallery was NEVER, EVER to attack in any way another customer outside the tavern, for life. Inside the tavern there sometimes were small conflicts of course...
Every myth, legend and fairytale derives from something true. There IS a way to visit the Shooting Gallery. I won't tell you how -you have to figure it out for yourself-, but know this:
Once you get there, you'd better do as the name suggests...

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