Lv99_BixNood
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Holy shit I've never read this before, it's giga blackpilled
Let's talk about legible faces. You know those short, brown-toned South American immigrants that pick your meat, and bus your tables? Would you - a respectable person with a middle-class upbringing - ever consider going on a date with one of them? It's a rude question, because it affects to inquire into what everyone gets to know at the cost of forever leaving it unspoken. But if you were to put your unspoken thoughts into words, they might sound something like this: Not only are these people busing the tables, slaughtering the meat, and picking the fruit, they are the descendants of the people who bused the tables, slaughtered the meat, and picked the fruit of the Aztecs and Incas. The Spanish colonizers slaughtered or mixed their blood with the princes, priests, scholars, artisans, warriors, and beautiful women of the indigenous Americas, leaving untouched a class of Morlocks bred for good-natured servility and thus now tailor-made to the demands of an increasingly feudal postindustrial America.
Over for beanercels.
So: Seung-Hui Cho's face. A perfectly unremarkable Korean beady-eyed, brown-toned, a small plump-lipped mouth, eyes high off his eyelids, with crooked glasses perched on his nose an ugly face, exactly; it's not a badly made face. It's just a face nothing to do with the desires of women in this country. It's belonging to a person who, if he were e-mailing you, or sending instant messages, and you were a normal, happy, healthy American girl at an upper second-tier American university - and that's what Cho was doing in the fall of 2005, e-mailing and writing instant messages to girls - you would consider reporting to campus, which is what they did. Seung-Hui Cho's is the kind of face for which the appropriate response to an expression of longing or need involves armed guards.
For these people, we have nothing but options. Therapy, selective serotonin reuptake inhibitors, alcoholism, drug addiction, pornography, training in mixed martial arts, mail-order brides from Soviet republics, sex tours in Southeast Asia, prostitution game consoles, protein shakes and weightlifting regimens, New age medicine, obsession with pets or home furnishings, the recovery movement - all of which are modes of survival as opposed of life. Each of these options compensates for a thing, love, that person can't flourish without, and each, in a different way, offering an endlessly deferred resolution to a conundrum that is effectively irresolvable.
You could even say that our culture feeds off the plight of the poor in spirit in order to create new dependencies. You even dare to say that an undernourished human soul - desperate and flailing, prone to seeking voluntary slavery in the midst of freedom and prosperity - is so conducive to the creation of new market it is itself the indispensable product of our culture and our time, at once its precondition and its goal.
@Saint Cho @Fallenleaves thoughts?
