Thank god I have my pain pills. Before I got them I could barely get out of bed in the morning, I haven't been able to function in over a year. But now I can pop one, and move. And I use a lot of my movement to do pt stretches because I don't want to waste it by sitting even more and atrophying even more.
I look forward to the day when "private companies" that are necessities are rounded up, taken by the neck, beaten, raped, and turned into public entities which are beholdent to free speech laws. No more youtube deleting comments or videos, no more twitter doing the same, anything you can do in public during pride or any other wild ass street orgy event, you should be able to post publicly online so it's not like porn would go away either.
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Ok let's get deep here for a minute. I wish to consume the character of Patrick Bateman both on a visceral literal level by which I mean cannibalistically, for he is a detestable human being and I have come to wish to consume detestable human beings as a form of great insult to them, and on a metaphysical level, by which I mean to say I wish to consume his power and internalize it, making it my own, and reigning it in under my superior control. You may say it is impossible to do this because his power is not power at all, it is detached desperate explosive violence that comes from a place of deep insecurity, but what if that ultimate power of psychotic will could be applied in a just and level manner without the insecurities and petty ethic/moral violations? Well then you might have a superman, an ubermensch.
Statistically speaking soldiers don't get ptsd from doing offensive missions, they get it from defensive missions. They don't get it from killing others, they get it from almost getting killed and seeing their friends get killed while pinned down.
There were several scenes were he cried after killing someone. Fucking bullshit. You want to see how a soldier reacts to their first kill watch this scene from Barry (HBO)
https://youtu.be/lylcHY6tXXQ
It's a big long boring movie made to show you that war is bad, and that the Germans were pathetic, and to be pitied, and that war is an endless cycle. It is a movie without any joy or happiness or even a message beyond the trite. I kept waiting for the point but it never came, until the end, and when it did, it I was unsatisfying. I'm sure that was intentional, it was meant to make you feel like what war is like, but I already had figured that out so it was frustrating for me. What was most frustrating was that the films protagonist was a wimp. It was sad to watch, which was the point I guess.
Ok guys I'm freaking out I just had a Mandela moment. Please tell me if I'm fucking insane. I remember, distinctly, a family guy joke in which we see into Stewies thoughts and he was imagining himself as an elderly southern man in a white suit going, "mmmm, that's good lemonade" while looking out at his field from his porch...yet I can't find and evidence of such a scene existing. Have I finally gone insane? Has it happened? Is this the moment in which I finally detach from reality completely?
The Trench