{∅, {∅}, {∅, {∅}}} : Rage Against the Meat Grinder
General Category => Why Bother? => Topic started by: Nation of One on August 29, 2020, 12:01:03 pm
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TO: Holden, Raul, Silenus, and Ibra
FROM: Mic Heinrich (Mike Hentrich) aka NoNo Bad Dog
Ever since the visit from nephew in June I can't seem to get my head out of my ass. Please be patient with my current nonconsensual ibecility. ;D
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A song for Herr Hauser:
https://youtu.be/6o6zMPLcXZ8
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https://youtu.be/AvHfq1U-nv0
https://youtu.be/3sKWrpaEw0k
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There are no errors and thus no need for apologies. There are causes and effects. Due to the virus, I could not go to the hospital to get my lungs X-rayed.
I am taking anti-bacterial bills and yet once again I have reached a stage where I tend to throw up a lot of what I eat,but no coughing so far, thank Jupiter!
Within a day or two I would try to get the tests done. The choice seems to be between the Chinese virus and the Romantic bacteria.A few centuries back tuberculosis was called the Romantic disease. Many artists ,it seems, suffered from it.
I personally could find very little romance in it and a lot of ugliness. Coughing and vomiting one's lungs out..no, there is no romance in that.
I suppose the difference between those old artists and myself is that I have read you, and Cioran and Schopenhauer.
There is no such thing as romance. I was just getting started with getting the hang of mathematics, very far indeed from where you are in mathematics, and yet I could feel that if the gods of Olympus would curse me with a few more years of life then I could at least die with the knowledge that I was not a complete idiot, a bit like the philosophy paper young Wittgenstein wrote for Russell to find out if he had any talent for philosophy.Only in my case its mathematics.
But then again, even my inclination for mathematics, in the last analysis,may not be strong enough to withstand my stronger subconscious and not so subconscious Will to be done with my life, all life.
Please take care, and please know that I am always just a couple of steps behind you ,well, at least, till the virus or the bacteria don't get me and maybe after that as a sad spectre.
Take care my friend.
https://youtu.be/naTZOaP0y5Q
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One more thing,you said in your message that it is really hard to withstand the onslaught of the Psychiatric-Police Combine.True. But I really believe that if at all it is humanly possibly to do so ,you are the man who could do it.
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You are no pup.You are Der Steppenwolf.
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Hentrich,
We are glad to have you back and participating as you see fit.
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Thank you each very much for you genuine kindness. If I have stopped posting in my old style, it is due to intense self-censorship. The only safe place to even practice "stand up comedy" is in the bath tub, after all. Well, no recording devices I could ever afford are waterproof.
Jerry Seinfield has declared stand up comedy to be dead due to the extreme censorship imposed by political correctness; but I beg to differ with a Holdenesque qualification on precision: Stand up comedy is only possible if one is prepared to be decapitated.
I was thinking how unethical it is for the Chinese to import Swedish women - well, since they have so many human mind-bodies already. The Swedes, my ancestors, are going extinct via the war of the womb and the spread of rape-condoning religions.
You see, my dear friends, I am born to be murdered by angry thugs with no senses of humor. Maybe I am the man to break the spell on this laughless political climate we are suffocating in.
The Aborigine (https://xhentric.wordpress.com/scholar-warrior/gort-busters/if-you-were-an-aborigine/) once told me, "Hentrich, you're going to get crucified out there."
At least I will refuse to carry my own fucking cross, god-nabit! :o
PS1: Thank you so much for that song in the intro to PKD's Highlander adaptation, Sir Holden. You are a Noble Soul, and I am a Brother John the Celibate Savage of this God-Forsaken Sex-Crazed Brave New World.
PS2: I am in awe of the clarity of thought expressed by those few who are drawn here. I have even come to believe we have written enough already about all we could. I have only to scan the math diaries, and will do so [as Mr Hyde if I must] should the opportunity present itself. While scanning all those math-notes, I might become inspired to give Dr J another shot at life. Nothing really matters, though, in the end. I'm ok with that too. :)
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