Men who beg

When did men become so insignificant that they let some impotent mindless activity fill their days? In the past, men did not join causes to try and pimp some crafted social moment or cause to try and guilt people into giving of their time, effort, and money. Men just told people about the problem, rolled up their sleeves, and got to work. Now, these pseudo men join causes. They go about attempting to get others to do their work for them. Movember is a prime example of this. These fag ass pimps seek to get others to do their work when in fact they should be earning money and donating it to prostate cancer. Too bad they wimp out and beg from a servile weakness. This is really what is going on. Begging. When did the beggar obtain such a vaunted position in society? Beggars used to be spat upon. Except now, too often, I see them felt sorry for by all those weak sniveling spineless wimps. Oh yes you can have one of my hard earned dollars because you are cold and hungry. Because you are too lazy to go get a job. Earn your living you damned parasite. But no! This is asking too much of the bum beggar. We must value him because we feel for him. What if we were in his position? Wouldn't we want someone to give to us because we were down on our luck? Those pseudo men do. Those who were men faces but who are not men do. They have been tricked into believing that to give to those who do not wish to do for themselves is a good thing, this they think is valuable. In truth, it is not.

The weakness displayed by these pimps of poverty these parasites who feed on and unltimately destroy the true definition of what it means to be a man. They who participate in begging are the vermin that need destruction. Women have arranged it for them. Wear your pink lady dress you simps who pimp feeling instead of doing for one's self. You all disgust me with your valueless stance. I'll bet you even pee sitting down because your member has been put in the vault of your wife's purse. It is time to man up. Obtain your identity and start doing instead of begging. If you want to solve problems stop joining this cause or that cause. Put your shoulder to the grind stone and work for a buck. Take that buck and give it to x, y, z charity, cause, or effort. Then you will once again find your manhood that has been taken from you by those so called women who love you and society that has destroyed you.

I leave those feel good moments, ads, and social pop-pimping to the weak beggars who can't do for themselves, and thus seek to get others to do for them. Oh what I wouldn't give to do to them and those women who wear mustaches.

Taber-Chuckle II: Nov 23, 2011

Psalm 119:105 — Your word is a lamp to my feet and a light for my path.

At least, that's what the sign wanted to say, if there were enough room.

 

Now that I have a new route to and from work, I miss my old Taberchuckle source. That had some beauties. In it's place, I have chosen a big Lutheran church by the freeway. While they typically do not make up inspirational phrases as the old Taber did, they do pick actual passes, so far as I've seen. What I am finding nice about this approach is that it lets me take a sentence and expound  upon it. The wording might be slightly concatenated to fit the sign but I look it up and see how it plays in context and what was left out. Here is the inaugural Taberchuckle II.

 

What always irks me the most is the call to subservience. You would think that with Christianity growing out of the enslaved peoples of Rome, they might want to shake of those vestiges of bondage. Equally as annoying is the constant harping on the same note that "my was is the only way and you are shit without it". What company wouldn't want to see their product to half of the world with simple messaging like that? It is this aspect that annoys me with this phrase.

 

Let's start with the "to my feet" component. Why is this here? It could certainly be a vestige of archaic phrasing that is lost to us now but I know how to walk without looking at my feet so lighting my path would sufficient, thank you very much. Next, why is the traveller so fixated on his feet? Why isn't she watching where she's going? More to the point, why is the scenery being ignored? Because it is wicked and evil? Says who? Maybe it's because our traveller might see another path, one that is better lit and with better scenery and fraught with less peril?

What about the traveller who does not need the light, who has better night vision because of genetics or because he already knows the road? Maybe I am luminous on my own and do not need your light. Why travel at night in the first place?

There is a reason that the iconography for knowledge is a lamp. The whether it's Diogenes looking for the wise man or jebus and its brand of truthiness, they both offer knowledge. One is good to you now, the other when you're dead. Which benefits you more? That is the individual's true choice.

 

Maybe I don't like the brand of oil this message provides. I'll still use oil in my lamp, just not  yours. Plus, I'm going to look down that road to see what's coming rather than focus on where I am at just that moment. Looking down the road, I can see some of the wonders the future might bring and spot opportunities to take a different path and to plan for that change, instead of marching along in the dark, staring at my own two feet, eyes averted to the world.

 

Keep that head bowed, traveller.

When cometh the monster

While I was out doing my morning constitutional, I was turning over in my head the idea of contacting tech support for the company that provides a storage service at work to see if they have any improvements that would greatly benefit me. In particular, this service is very slow on my machine because the file system method they use is a nightmare when using the normal standard to access it and they do not have a Macintosh client for it. Anyway, I was thinking of describing it as "slower than the arrival of Christmas in a godless country".

Uh, oh. Now I take off on a tangent.

Maybe I should say, "slower than Christmas in the Roman Empire". No, better yet: "slower than a colonial times Yule festival". Yeah. As much as the fucking Republicans love to harp on and on about the Founding Fathers and Christmas, why not bring back the Yule festival, a wonderful drunken debauch that would last for days. At least, they will have tradition to allow their private vices.

No, they'd never go along with that. Just like their vision of American Christianity, they like to cherry pick this and that, never the whole concept, much less in context. Their vision is nothing more than a Frankenstein monster. If only we could jump to the end where The Monster destroys its creator.

I smiled and finished my walk in record time.