Demotivational Inspiration


Today’s lesson, dear worst-reader, deals with You Can’t Win by Jack Black.

In the forward to Black’s infamous book, William Burroughs — the old man everyone wants as a sweet uncle on account he plays a true-to-life William Tell — says:

I see the world as a stage on which different actors are assigned different roles.

And I have no fucking idear what that means in the context of this book. In the context of Burroughs, on the other hand, it is yet another literary acclimation regarding the birth of a genre which is probably called: Just Write… No Matter What… Just Write.

You Can’t Win influenced Burroughs. And I think I worst-know why. Jack Black wrote a book about his trials and tribulations as a common crook living off the whore-teat of a struggling land. Like Black, Burroughs uses his powers of observation to glorify a lifestyle that is out of the/a norm. For Burroughs it was drug abuse and addiction. For Black is was a drug of another kind: crime. Yet of all the words I’ve read by Burroughs, I do not recall him ever really, truly, condemning the choices he made in his life. Black, on the other hand, does more than condemn. In fact, You Can’t Win is more like a motivational (or dare I say Demotivational) book intended for youthful minds in the form of a robust and fulfilling story with utterly brilliant characterizations about how-to and why you should NOT become a common criminal. At the end of the book Black even provides a neat and concise explanation of the cost of crime and he casually concludes that working as a stiff in the machine of life (Automaton?) is actually more profitable. This was indeed a very worthwhile read and I’m happy to finally mark it off my worst reading list.

One of my favorite quotes and passages from Black is in a article Black wrote that was published in 1929 in Harpers. Ironically Black’s mindset fits right in with today’s overzealous greed-mongers that have turned American’t into a mafia run gambling casino. (What am I saying! America was always that way, right? So maybe there’s not so much irony here after all. Nomatter.)

Perhaps there should be more vocational guidance directing the youth in undermanned trades instead of overcrowded professions.

Overcrowded professions! What does that mean, dear worst-reader? Could there have actually been a problem at the beginning of the 20th century with over educated numbskulls all being nothing more than common crooks? How much education do bankers, politicians, bureaucrats have today? And how many of you automatons have contemplated higher education to better your “careers”? Indeed. We can all finally stand up to the society thievery we have built. And there’s more:

Any intensive study of the population of any American prison will show that most of them are men who have not been trained for the job of living or making a living. During my time at San Quentin a notice was tacked on the bulletin board asking for ten accountants to apply at the Captain’s office to help on the annual reports. When the day came forty prisoners applied for the work, and all of them were qualified to do it. There were college men in San Quentin, lawyers, doctors, dentists, bookkeepers, accountants, mathematical experts, inventors, writers, lecturers, and one poet. Later in the winter when a brick factory chimney was damaged by storm, a bulletin was posted calling for bricklayers. None appeared, although the job carried privileges including “three squares a day” and possible parole if it were well done. A search of the register disclosed several “bricklayers,” but on inquiry it developed that they were just plain crooks who had “thought it looked better to give some kind of a trade.” The best the Captain could find was a man who had once served as bricklayer’s apprentice. It took him three months to mend the big chimney, and he ate his three meals a day in the guards’ quarters and got an immediate recommendation for parole.

Wow. 90 years ago is a long time. But then again, it’s not very long if you are incapable of progress.

Time to go shopping.

Rant on.



More reading. More don’t read enough. Lazy. Lethargic. Practically catatonic. Such is this western life of never getting ahead. Anywho.

Some say OMG but I prefer OGU. But then again I’ve not been gifted the gift of faith. Something to consider.

Consider the impasse of a one God universe. He is all-knowing and all-powerful. He can’t go anywhere since He is already everywhere. He can’t do anything since the act of doing presupposes opposition. His universe is irrevocably thermodynamic having no friction by definition. So, He has to create friction: War, Fear, Sickness, Death…. To keep his dying show on the road. Sooner or later, “Look boss we don’t have enough energy left to fry an elderly woman in a flea bag hotel bar.” “Well, we’ll have to start faking it.” Joe looks after him sourly and mixes a bicarbonated soda. “Sure, start faking it. Sure, and leave the details to Joe.” Now look, from a real disaster you get a pig of energy: Sacrifice, Heroism, Grief, Separation, Fear and Violent Death, and remember one violent death yields more energy than a cancer ward. So, from a energy surplus you can underwrite the next one. So, from a energy surplus you can underwrite the next one. But the first one’s a fake, you can’t underwrite a shithouse! Trying to explain to God Almighty where His one God universe is going. The asshole doesn’t know what buttons to push or what happens when you push them! Abandon ship, god damn it every man for himself! Recollect Pope John XXIII saying, “Like a little soldier, I stand at attention in the presence of my captains.” The old army game from here to eternity: Get there firstest with the brownest nose.

-A One God Universe by William S. Burroughs from The Western Lands

Oh. And before I forget. Here another less valuable quote.

I have never met a woman whose beauty matched her.

(Yeah, that one’s from me.)


Virgins And OGU

25 11 04

Thinking of things that could make sense. Verisimilitude. Illusion. Delusion. Etc.

What is the only way a child can be born of a virgin? How can a child be born of a virgin? How is a virgin child-birth possible?

-The mother of the child is not a woman.
-The child is unaware that it has a mother.
-The child is not born of a woman.
-The child is born of a man. (But no one likes this idear much.)
-The child doesn’t actually exist. That is, it has no physical form.

How do we know that what we have known as god is in reality something else? Maybe Satan wasn’t a bad angel but a revolutionary who stepped out of bounds. The whole truth and nothing but the truth so help me…

The cornering of a major secret society member. How would he react? What would he/she do to save its skin?

The anatomy of deception.

It’s when you stop questioning. Questioning is the answer. When a child wants all the answers which you’ll never be able to give remind hime or teach him that (or reassures) he will or can find solace in spending a life questioning.

How can I make a virgin? Can a virgin be made/manufactured?

German cat on hat tin roof in Kleineshaus Wiesbaden. Saw an article title on the board outside that said/declared: Die suche nach Realistische Stücke. Oh boy, what in now/this week…

And I will watch the play of TW with the thought of virgins, especially male virgins, possibly Eunuchs, who walk the planet waiting for their next command. Eunuchs are Eunuchs because they try to be like angels–god’s workers. It will all happen after Act 2 from TW that the coming of part 2 will take the public by storm.

It was Cain who slay his borther and then he was banished to the world. But what of his surviving mother and father? And what of the other siblings?

Wait! The answer to the question of the virgins (which I probably didn’t ask correctly to begin with). It could be (she could be) a vassal or a ship never sailed but can’t exist without a very special cargo. That is, the ship can’t exist without its special cargo.

What is causal being?

Man + Woman = subject + object
+ + – = subject + object

What was Adam and Eve’s gravest error? Thinking their sex was their own. Would the most powerful being in the universe choose the first humans away because they ate a piece of fruit? I’m sure He has better things to do. Or at least more important things to motivate him to do. So… Adam + Eve were chased out of paradise because they did not meet or accept the basic premise of plus and minus, the premise and pretext of the universe. Banish.

And now… OGU. The One God Universe, by William Burroughs.

One God UniverseRant on.