Youth Insults My Intelligence

I haven’t grown a day older in the past ten years and I mean that half seriously.

Once upon a time this puppy was a younger puppy.  Then, like now, I wasn’t into “popular” books or movies and I was anything but an athlete.  But I looked young and probably acted justifiably immature on occasion which was a lot of fun.  There was only one downside: I was a whole lot more grown-up on the inside than I was on the outside and people would want the person they saw on the outside.

That’s still true.  I’m still as sophisticated as I ever was, and admirably so.  However, my physical appearance is starting to match who I am… which is a great development when people generously take the time to notice that I’m not the same person they knew me as fifteen years ago.

You’d be amazed at how many young people live in the past.

And so I am not going to snicker at four-letter words or boobies these days.  I’ve seen a lot of them and, while they still have their uses, I prefer to enjoy them a different way now.  And that’s because I’ve become more cultured.  You can discern my intellectual standing from the folks who regularly read and comment on this blog.

With two exceptions, you people tend to be at least fifteen years older than me.

For that reason, I would like to extend my most heartfelt gratitude for helping me feel less chronologically advanced.  No matter how long we’re all together, I’ll always be “the young one.”  And your continued presence will lend an air of truth to my claims of preternatural cultivation.

Nevertheless, I still enjoy the occasional youthful endeavor but my method of partaking continues to grow more classic.  So as not to offend the ears of the more lengthy in existence among you, I have decided to close this post by demonstrating my youthful-yet-mature excellence by linking to a music video.

(Warning: the lyrics are not suitable for most workplaces.)

Arrogance Insults My Intelligence

English: Composite image of the Earth at night...

Marks on the world. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Everybody wants to leave a mark on the world beyond the one they leave in their underwear.  You can call it arrogance, narcissism, or naive idealism if you like.

I’ll simply call it misguided.

If you want to make the world a better place, you must first understand that you are a blithering idiot with nothing of value to contribute.  So shut up and listen for once in your life.  Silence is golden and loose lips sink ships.  Put away your keyboard because no one cares what you have to say, and burn your home library while you’re at it.  Those books contain powerful ideas that are dangerous in the hands of imbeciles like you.

A blazing success!  Now that things are roasting, it’s time for a big ole barbecue… and don’t forget the beer.  And vodka.  Oh, to hell with it!  Bring the whole damn liquor cabinet.  If you run out of books, that Everclear will keep things nice and toasty as you prepare your succulent Filet of the Trans Fat Substitute Formerly Known as Pork.   You’ll have to clog your arteries the old fashioned way.

Eat, my darlings, eat.  And pay no attention to what I’m sprinkling in the brew.  If you must know, it’s the same stuff that creeps use in bars to “convince” the objects of their lust to move beyond PG-rated pleasantries.  But fear not, I am not a creep.

I am also not a crook, but I like to see you become crooked.  After all, ’tis better to laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints.  Life is good if you let it be.

You are all that matters.  Your sole purpose in life should be the attainment of personal pleasure.  While you’re at it, be sure to leave a mark on the world.  You deserve to be remembered in perpetuity and a lasting legacy represents the greatest gift you can give yourself.

Everyone should strive towards this goal.  Imagine a world in which everyone shouts their legally trademarked messages and creates charities that cannot survive because no one donates to any charity that doesn’t bear their own name. The world would be a better place if we could all agree to leave our own unique marks.

And I want to help make that happen.  Since you’ll all soon be drunk, drugged, or dead of cardiac arrest or syphillis, I request that you share your wealth with The Bumblepuppy Fund.  With your help, I will ensure that each person can erect a charitable monument to their own greatness.  Self-aggrandizing behavior becomes socially acceptable when it appears to help others.

Therefore, I need the following information from you to make perfection a reality:

Phone Number
Social Security number (US citizens only)
Credit card number(s)
Bank account number(s)
Your most embarrassing home videos, uncensored (because censorship is evil)

I promise not to steal your identity or otherwise abuse your trust.

Positive social change only transpires when we all work towards our own common goals.  Thank you for your financial contributions and I hope you enjoy wallowing in your insignificant lives.  We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness.

Get pursuing, people, and pray to be forgotten.