SUICIDAL UTOPIA

Do it.  What’s stopping you?  I mean, really, what do you have to live for?  Some pet cause?  

We all have’m, what’s yours?  Chances are, it doesn’t matter anyway.  Some sub-species of endangered slug?  Who cares?  I don’t.  Or are you against smoking, drinking and sex?  

Are you one of THOSE people that believe their mores are irreproachable?  Do you really not like sex?  Just because somebody gave it their all to create you and now you’re against it?  

I believe if we took a hard look at what all this sex was creating, we’d give it a little more thought before we engaged in it.  So, we got about 6 billion idiots for our trouble.  6 billion self-absorbed, self-righteous meat-sacks.  Is the world improving as we multiply?  No.  Shouldn’t it?  That means we have more thinkers and stuff, right?  

The next time somebody cuts you off, flips you off, or ticks you off; consider what abstinence could have done for the world.  And with self-imposed abstinence the world would be a better place.  

Taking that a step further, maybe a lot of people should consider suicide.  A self-cleansing if you will.  I for one think free euthanasia clinics would be a bigger hit than Starbucks.  Anyone stupid enough to demand they be given it free, should be given it.  Let natural selection take its course.  

Every time I’m out in public, I notice the majority of people need not be there.  Maybe you’re one of those people needlessly sucking oxygen.  I say, be gone with you.

OK, what are you doing?  I mean really doing?  Would society miss a beat if you were gone?  Are you just here to bring more people like yourself into the world?  Does the world want more people like you, let alone need them?  You might be a perfect candidate for suicide.

Consider it an act of, and for, humanity.  

My guess is you go to work, like billions of others.  You perform some inane duty that could be done by a billion other idiots.  You make kids and let television raise them.  You bitch about everyone else’s bad habits.  You look down on anyone you can look down on and, if necessary, you rip’m new assholes to knock them far enough down so you can look down on them.  

Smokers?  Those bastards.  

I put it to you that if we eliminated all the non-essential humans needlessly converting oxygen to carbon dioxide the world would be infinitely more improved than by just eliminating smokers.

It wouldn’t even be murder or even death, since many people I encounter are synapse free and technically already brain dead.  It’s just that they keep breathing.  I, for one, think they should stop that.

Are you one of those people?  Meandering through life bringing nothing to the party?  Don’t be ashamed, most humans fit the bill.  They start breathing, they fuck, they litter the world with more oxygen suckers and then leave the world to fend for itself.  

I applaud you for taking the time to consider suicide.  It’s probably the first time you’ve actually considered what you can do for humanity.  More people should consider this option.  Do the world a favor and get the hell out of here.  It’s your life, take it!

I smoke, drink and engage in sex.  I’m doing my part to shorten my life and clean up the human cesspool.  What the hell are you doing?  I tell you what you’re doing.  Converting oxygen into carbon dioxide.  

I’m pretty sure the higher power was hoping this simple conversion would enable said life form to fire up his brain, and yet it rarely does.  Most people stumble through life in a stupor and then die.  Why not die now?  Do us a favor.

We could start a list of honors for those that made the ultimate sacrifice for the betterment of the world and used the exit.  We could build shrines and memorials to those that with that one revelation finally found the truth.  “I am not doing the world and good so I’m out of here.  I shall no longer spew drivel or suck oxygen or pollute…I will revert to nature.”

We could throw really gaudy farewell parties.  It’s for a good cause, the rest of us.

Drivel and politically correct bullshit would come to an end.  Why?  Because if the bleeding heart pinheads truly believed all the feces flowing from their synapse free brainpans.  They would come to the conclusion the world would be a better place without them, and in order to prove their devotion to their cause, they’d be forced to act on their convictions and commit suicide, henceforth known as “the grand sacrifice“.  Otherwise they would not be able to purport to truly believe their cause, which of course is a better world.  

The answer is here; all you need do is act.  It’s a simple question: Is the world better with or without me?  Am I doing what I can to make the world a better place?

By now it should be clear.  The self-imposed genetic weeding out is good for the many.  

I don’t know what the answer to this abortion thing is.  But I really think we may be doing them a kindness by not bringing new life into this shit hole.  If I knew this place was such a sewer, I’m not sure I’d have left the womb.  It’s warm and protected, and I was the only idiot there.  Now, I’m surrounded.  

Uh, hey fella, you wanna head down to Earth?  They got assholes and morons and occasionally you get a good-looking woman that isn’t insane and you can have some orgasms.  You used to be able to smoke and drink but now we got all these do-gooders that don’t like that, so we take shit for it.  

We take shit, or are taxed, for everything that’s fun.  I like sex, drinking and smoking.  All things good and pure.  I’m not gonna join a gym to spend countless hours on a treadmill dreaming of sex and drinking and smoking.  Why run away from the truth?  

We’re forced to bumble through our lives pretending that a beautiful woman doesn’t turn us on.  And God forbid we mention how attractive they are.  Do not act on your impulses, go against nature.  Do not tell a woman she’s pretty.  Let women bitch about why men never compliment them…then when we do, it’s harassment.  

So Mr.  Embryo, do you want to go down there?  

I do get some orgasms, no?  

You got hands don’t ya?

I need sensitivity counseling my ass.  The world needs a big-ass booster shot of common sense.