It is time to rise to the occasion. We can no longer capitulate to fear or infantile intimidation tactics. We must seek argument and disputation for their own sake, and fight stupidity at every opportunity. The defining moments of every generation have not been their own pursuits of truth, but of the opposition they faced by those afraid of procession. It is time that Homo Sapiens became aware that centuries of the repression of truth are an evolutionary failure and now belong to the infancy of our species. It is the 11th hour, we must now favor progression for the sake of truth, and push away the poison chalice of repression for the sake of sentiment. We no longer have any alternative, lest we face the eventual destruction of our species.

Pretty hard to write a book when you get 15 pages done on Friday and then you can’t do shit for who knows how long because you’re Bi Polar and too depressed to have any coherent or meaningful feelings, if they’re there at all. Future seems pretty fucking blurry for me.

Learning history gives a certain sense of duty to the individual. One can no longer pretend not to recognize the tell tale signs of oppression after thousands of years of examples. When in the presence of suffering, we must either hold passionate conviction, or claim moral bankruptcy and a disregard for our fellow man. There is no alternative.

"Marijuana is pretty much the most goddamn wonderful thing on this planet that doesn’t jiggle when you spank it."

"Let them eat ass."

I try to deny myself any illusions or delusions, and I think that this perhaps entitles me to try and deny the same to others, at least as long as they refuse to keep their fantasies to themselves.

―Hitch-22

I’ve always been one to try to live a larger than life lifestyle, I am not afraid to take on the impossible or difficult pursuits in life, I harbor no fear. I know my convictions and I know I had no choice, I have many passions as well as hatreds and I follow them all to the extreme for their own sake.I’m not a lover or a fighter I am just concerned with what is right. I have not even feared death until I fell in love, and even then it is because I feared her suffering and my loss. I’ve come to think I’m impenetrable, resolute. I’ve broke nihilism and gone in pursuit of passions for their own sake.

However, reflecting on the past years I’ve come to question my convictions. I often wonder if they are really just compensation for a lifetime of suffering and loss, or if they truly are genuine.

I often wonder if it matters.

To speak plainly and truthfully about the state of our world—to say, for instance, that the Bible and the Koran both contain mountains of life-destroying gibberish—is antithetical to tolerance as moderates currently conceive it. But we can no longer afford the luxury of such political correctness. We must finally recognize the price we are paying to maintain the iconography of our ignorance.[37]