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MISANTHROPE Issue 1, Published December, 1997 [Reprinted below is my editorial from Misanthrope.]
Rantitorial
My misanthropy is almost totally directed at the “sheeple”, the common herd, the normals, the mediocretinns, the ones the Church of the SubGenius calls the “Pinks”. These creatures comprise of probably more than ninety percent of the population. They are a worthless mass of biological material, serving little purpose other than to consume and to reproduce. They are feeble-minded, unimaginative, and easily manipulated by the Conspiracy (When I say “conspiracy” I’m not talking about some cabal of Jewish Freemasons, Aliens, or some secret government organization. If only it were that simple. The real Conspiracy doesn’t even know it’s a conspiracy. The real Conspiracy is faceless and inhuman, a combination of big government, big business, military and media –- a mass consensus of lies and manipulation. It is faceless yet it has taken on a life of its own, become a separate entity comprising of those within. To quote Ivan Stang: "It dominates by merely exploiting the overall, mealy-mouthed, checkenbutt-kissing 'Code of Normality' [or C.O.N.] of ALL the Pinks, norm-worms and mere-humes at large."). Yes, that's right; it's the sheeple that give the Conspiracy its power. They are just too dumb to see what's going on around them. This fact alone makes them deserving of my hate. Aaarrgghhh!!! Fuck!!! There's just so many of those sheeple out there. Every time I step out, I am confronted by them. They swarm the public transport system. I can't even do the simplest thing like go shopping without being surrounded by their noisy stupidity, their fucked up brats, and their lack of any aesthetic sense. How can anyone who is even slightly discerning and intelligent not be a misanthrope? Shit, if I wasn't a misanthrope I'd be on of Them! They tell us to be nice to each other. To love thy neighbour. To care about your fellow humans. Fuck that! I hate my fucking neighbours. I hate my fellow humans. I don't believe in niceness. Misanthropes are often referred to by terms like "maladjusted", as "having a bad attitude" etc. But as a misanthrope I am proud to have the sheeple describe me by these terms, as this means that I refuse to adjust to the "bondage of normalcy". As long as I can still hate, I haven't given in, I haven't become one of Them. It's because we are different, because we are intelligent, because we refuse to follow what the masses are doing, because of the way we dress, behave, the things we enjoy, and the way we think, that we are always challenged by the sheeple; but not challenged in any intelligent way, but in their stupid, ignorant, and often arrogant, totally incomprehensive and misunderstood way that they see everything that falls outside of their narrow-minded world. How can we be anything but misanthropes? And ooh yeah, it really bothers them when we fixate on the "negative", when we morbidly dwell on the worst humanity has to offer -- the mass murders, natural disasters, wars, famine, bizarre sex, violence, etc. They say things like, "Oh, how can you be interested in that stuff … it's all so negative." Yeah, it's negative. But hell!! We like sleaze and violence; we like it when the nasty side of humanity rears its ugly head. We don't care about such things as political correctness, good taste, or who we offend. We're not about nice and happy. If you don't like what you see in these pages, stiff shit. Put the magazine back down where you found it and go and look at something else … something more "Pink". Let's face it, humanity is fucked: mass stupidity, drug addiction, mass murder, crack babies, war, famine, racial cleansing … it's endless. Yeah, it ain't nice, but there's no point in denying it either. Misanthropes are realists. We know how bad things are, and we know it's not going to get better. Our society stinks. It's like a stagnant pool: it may reflect a clear blue sky (that's when the acid rain ain't fallin'.), but the noxious odours steam forth. What we like to do is to get out those ol' flippers and snorkel and to dive into those murky depths for a bit of a look-see at all the shit festering down there. What we plan with MISANTHROPE is to give like-minded individuals a ringside seat so that at least we can enjoy the show. Chris A. Masters |
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