Flatearther
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- Joined
- Sep 14, 2006
What a boring pack of lifeless, whining pedestrian nerds we've all become. What has the place come to that you can no longer get a decent day's entertainment out of mental illness, or a public execution? Does everything have to be so damned predictable? Not all capital punishment was a dreary and sad and hand wringing business. Like, some of our ancestors knew how to have really imaginative and inspired fun. No wonder we've become depressed and boring. My great grandfather in Old Russia wouldn't dream of going to an excitement filled public flogging or a good, hearty and robust 'rope dance' to return to the hearth unenthused with life. The thought of it! They'd be primed to just get to it and make even more little Russians from the sheer invigoration of it. He'd herd the whole extended family together, they'd pack the picnic baskets and prepare the horse and cart and off they'd go for a wonderful public outing - and it only cost a quarter of the earth!
Imagine, if we got off our brain warmers and got into the spirit of our dear departed. That wonderful, imposing structure on the crag above the hill. The twilight settling like a shroud, and the bats circling, as we gaze in wonderment at the gigantic iron gates bearing the sign "Lunatic Asylum For The Criminally Insane" -'enter at own risk' - and the blood chilling screams from within would just make you feel like a kid all over again, wouldn't it? Think of the revenue a tax-starved government could sweep up in the name of mental health (ill health). Tourists could poke sticks once more at the paranoid, children could again frolic in those unholy grounds and be entertained and amused by throwing eggs (at market prices) at the schizos, and just everyone could get a hearty belly laugh at the expense of the manic depressives. Imagine a thousand, - nay, ten thousand such institutions decorating this vast continent. Why, we would be the envy of everyone, and especially the Japanese (who would need such humour explained to them). If we get short of colourful (productive) loonies, just hire the next best thing - professional actors. Get the sleaze and the grunge just right, and you're looking at creating a bigger employer than the tourism and the mining industries put together. Let mental distintegration shine an inspirational light toward the future! Let there be exceptionally great madness in the method.
Imagine, if we got off our brain warmers and got into the spirit of our dear departed. That wonderful, imposing structure on the crag above the hill. The twilight settling like a shroud, and the bats circling, as we gaze in wonderment at the gigantic iron gates bearing the sign "Lunatic Asylum For The Criminally Insane" -'enter at own risk' - and the blood chilling screams from within would just make you feel like a kid all over again, wouldn't it? Think of the revenue a tax-starved government could sweep up in the name of mental health (ill health). Tourists could poke sticks once more at the paranoid, children could again frolic in those unholy grounds and be entertained and amused by throwing eggs (at market prices) at the schizos, and just everyone could get a hearty belly laugh at the expense of the manic depressives. Imagine a thousand, - nay, ten thousand such institutions decorating this vast continent. Why, we would be the envy of everyone, and especially the Japanese (who would need such humour explained to them). If we get short of colourful (productive) loonies, just hire the next best thing - professional actors. Get the sleaze and the grunge just right, and you're looking at creating a bigger employer than the tourism and the mining industries put together. Let mental distintegration shine an inspirational light toward the future! Let there be exceptionally great madness in the method.