I just find you to be in bad taste, B...
Huh. Well, if you don't appreciate my literary flair, I will be glad to refund you your money.
I, on the other hand, simply find you boring. I think you acquired some philosophical concepts along the way, and have yet to figure out how to connect them to real life. You seem more comfortable connecting them to each other, describing subtle differences between this abstraction and that. I also think you use "big words" like a tin-horn badge of authority, either to impress others or even yourself. They are over-used, and as a result they are clumsy, clunky and an impediment to the transfer of intended meaning, rather than a facilitator. The words use you, when it is you that should have mastery over the words.
Here's you in the Literary Drive-Through:
"Hi, and welcome to McForumPosts. My name is Ashley. Can I take your order?"
"Uh, yeah, I'd like a self-important post, extra-heavy on the stuffiness. Lemme have a triple serving of important-sounding words and if you have to arrange them weakly, that's fine. I'm just trying to pack as many "I'm educated" signals as I possibly can into as small of a space as possible.
In fact, I think you'd be perfect as an academic. You could read books, and then go out into classrooms and teach all that stuff you read in those books to a bunch of young people that have never really experienced the real world. The shared ignorance of the real world could form the foundation of your relationship. They could see their own ignorance, then look at yours, and say "Hay, this guy is as uninformed as I am, but he sounds really cool when he talks about Jefferson's Deism, so maybe if I learn all that cool stuff I'll be cool too. I think I'll sign a note for $50,000.00 of non-forgivable Student Loan in order to get a worthless degree with a worthless major and spend the rest of my life spouting shit that no one will pay me for, except for a university."
And so the worm continues to turn.
Perhaps that is why you find me so vulgar. Meet me, the unwashed Producer. I have shit in the treads of my boots, salt lines from sweat on my t-shirt, mud on my jeans and I forgot to shave this morning. And frequently I smell bad from having worked hard all day. I earn every penny I make, and I feel the personal connection between myself and what I have earned to the very marrow of my bones. I could kill anyone that tried to steal the proceeds from my life's work by severing their head from their body with a hacksaw, then go inside the house to finish breakfast and never give the thieve's corpse a second thought.
I *know* what I am. I know WHO I am, and I understand fully how necessary I am to your very survival. You need me, and I don't need you. God has set this universe in motion and it is governed by the immutable laws of physics, and NOTHING changes course, and nothing disrupts an inevitable destiny unless I myself do something, and impart my will upon the universe.
I claim this. This is mine.
Further, I also claim that my actions upon the earth are 100% mine to determine. I have individual choice. I make my decisions voluntarily, and for my own reasons. And I choose to act upon the universe, or not, based on my own notions, my own standards, my own morality, what *I* think is right & wrong, and should anyone attempt to assert control over the power over myself and how I choose to interact with the universe, then my first response is to destroy that person, utterly and completely, so that no trace of their existence remains upon the earth once I am finished with them.
My very existence is a threat to the parasite that survives only by their ability to manipulate and create illusion, as I understand fully that their useless existence is unnecessary and that we would all, collectively be better off without them. Perhaps there is a small worm within your character that perceives this threat, and is terrified of it, and maybe that is why you find me so objectionable.
I've said it before, and I'll say it again. Producers do not find me offensive. They understand EXACTLY what I mean, and they find my enunciation to be almost flawless. (They'll get perfection when they pay me, lol...) They understand that I am not really talking about "myself" per se, it's not really about "me"; it's about US. Who, and what we are, what those that are not "us" are like, and the nature of the relationship between those that produce and those that do not. I describe that relationship, that socially mandated, compulsory compassion as slavery, and when they think of it, they agree. The feelings of those that are not us are as insignificant as their approval. They are feigned postures anyways, designed to manipulate and play upon the sympathies of the producer's compassion, in order to derive illicit sustainable with a minimum effort. So in some respects your plaintive mumblings may be the voice of your "inner worm". I advise you to rid yourself of that worm, before it first eats you, and then becomes you.
I'm TIRED of hearing about all the downtrodden on the TV, and on the internet, when every "downtrodden" person I ever met came to that state as a result of continuing to do the same self-destructive behaviors that got them there. They always have cigarettes, cellphones, big screen TV's and beer. This retard earlier, the one that needs food stamps, can't work, but then again he can, etc... is typical of all these lazy, lying parasites. Where's this guy's parents? He has no friends? His neighbors will not lend a helping hand? He doesn't have an uncle that can help him out? He's managed to live for as long as he has and he has no one in his network that can help him out of a temporary situation? Every person that has ever known this person has rejected him, and it is obvious that there is a reason why.
Retard needs the government to "help" him because everyone that knows him understands that he cannot be helped. He doesn't want "help". He wants something for nothing. He wants it for free. He wants it without having to do anything other than lie, manipulate and whine. And he needs hoards of other retarded douchebags to drown out the voices of those that know his true nature, and dare to tell the truth for all to hear. Those days are coming to a close. When the words stop flying, the bullets will start. It would be a good idea to start paying attention to the words.