I've decided that everyone who doesn't like Hip-Hop is a racist. The truth of this statement is irrelevant to me, I just need a way to rationalise the way some playa hate on the industry.
But Hip-Hop is great, I don't get why people don't dig it. Good Hip-Hop is great, and bad hip-hop is funny, so really, you can't lose. Unless you're some cracker wanker like Sage Francis, that guy shits me, being all underground and meaningful, acting like he's the only cunt to ever hate contemporary America. Fuckin' honky. But I digress, I love Hip-Hop because so much of it is so honest. I mean, sure 2Pac has some naff tracks and (especially in Gangsta Rap) there's a lot of bravado and bullshit. But I think that the gangsta bravado is honest in its obvious transparency. It's like wrestling, everyone knows that most rappers haven't killed other rappers, and they don't spen all their time being manly. It's kayfabe. We buy into it because it's fun, and we know that it's exaggerated. Another reason I like Hip-Hop is because it's like the opposite of classical music, and (as if you didn't know) classical music is for poofs and wankers.
Rap is often criticised for being homophobic and misogynistic, howvever, I would argue that calling someone a faggot is now more a personal insult than an attack on one's sexuality. For example, as far as I'm aware Michael Carson is straight, however, he is a faggot, a complete and utter faggot. And as far as misogyny goes, some are complete bitches, heartless she-devils, and as such should be criticised. Besides, they insult other men too, I don't hear them complaining.
I like rap because it doesn't take itself too seriously, and when it does (suck my balls Sage Francis) no-one buys it because it's preachy shit.
Anyway, I feel guilty fo always teasing MC McNee, so I've decided to start an organisation.
Freedom for Australian Gays: because it's not legal to shoot them anymore, and besides, most of them are useful to have around, say, if you need a haircut, or you want to watch a play.
The Cad
31.5.09
23.5.09
Integrity in General
I want to monetise my blog but I need more followers, more page views and more posts. Tell me what I need to write about to get followers. Any old shit, I don't care, I just want money.
21.5.09
Women in General
Women. Women... Now I love women. Women are amazing, women are beautiful, women are so smart, women make the best food. Alright, I'm generalising, what did you expect? So maybe not all women are all these things, but what I'm saying is that compared to men, women have it all figured out. They know how to put make-up on, for one thing, and trust me that's fucking hard to do. But they also know what to say to calm down angry people,they know how to seduce, they are social Machiavellians, able to control a social situation with great ease. They're geniuses, all of them. Well, not all of them, but in general. I'm definitely not generalising, however, when I say that all women, everywhere are BATSHIT CRAZY.
It's true, I'm sorry, but atleast men make sense, their intentions are blindinly obvious and they possess the social subtlety of sock full of sand to the back of the head. Women, on the other hand, are crazy. Let's look at the creek: Mary- crazy hippy throwback. Kate- lived in Denmark. Liza- a racist, vego who's been kicked out of home. And Ferkins, well what can you say?
Liza is a great example because she was kicked out by her batshit crazy mother.
My own dear Eloise is a little bit crazy, she's too shy to ask for service at fast-food restaurants.
When it comes to women, we have two choices. We must either accept the fact that all women are batshit crazy and adapt to cater to their craziness or we must follow Chris McNee down the chocolate road to eternal Hellfire.
"A woman can say more in a sigh than a man can say in a sermon"
The Cad
It's true, I'm sorry, but atleast men make sense, their intentions are blindinly obvious and they possess the social subtlety of sock full of sand to the back of the head. Women, on the other hand, are crazy. Let's look at the creek: Mary- crazy hippy throwback. Kate- lived in Denmark. Liza- a racist, vego who's been kicked out of home. And Ferkins, well what can you say?
Liza is a great example because she was kicked out by her batshit crazy mother.
My own dear Eloise is a little bit crazy, she's too shy to ask for service at fast-food restaurants.
When it comes to women, we have two choices. We must either accept the fact that all women are batshit crazy and adapt to cater to their craziness or we must follow Chris McNee down the chocolate road to eternal Hellfire.
"A woman can say more in a sigh than a man can say in a sermon"
The Cad
Life in general
My first post of the series Shit In General, looks at the most general of topics imaginable; Life.
I am not, I must say, a religious person, nor am I much of a spiritual person. It's an interesting perspective on life, that's for sure, and I often envy those with deep, genuine religious belief. They are so sure of what to do, what they know and it must make the experience of living such an easy ride. They even live safe in the knowledge (somehow) that they will be rewarded with paradise eternal when they die. Even though the afterlife is entirely unexistant, this doesn't not dawn on the religious until after they die and by then it doesn't matter.
But this always seemed like a cheat to me, wishful thinking with no evidence other than the sheer number of people who unshakingly believe in it. Why don't animals go to heaven? What difference between my brain and their's allows mine eternal existence? The mind and brain are the same thing, by the way, dualists are just romantic, but the truth is evident, in dead people, obviously, who cease to function once the brain dies, but more evidently, more tragically, in brain damaged and retarded people. If the mind of an individual is seperate to his brain, then why does his mind fade as his brain deteriorates?
I'm sorry, I think most discussions regarding the meaning of life are pretentious and unnecessary. I take the view that life is pointless, or at least, holds no more meaning than the meaning we give it, but I'm abhorred by how vocal some life-is-meaningless proponents are on the subject. They are hypocrites, only because if life is so pointless then why bother wasting it arguing about exactly how pointless life is? (It's completely pointless, by the way)
I take a subjective view of morality, in the sense that morality is what I make of it. In general, I like to place no more restrictions on myself than society proscribes by law. But I want people to like me, so I'm nice to them, the one's that like me at least, because life is lonely enough without barring myself off from the world.
I'm in English right now, sort of, and I must get back to class to make up an excuse for my lateness.
I'll close with a favourite quote of mine, one that sums up Life in General quite nicely:
"Ah well, such is life..."
The Cad
I am not, I must say, a religious person, nor am I much of a spiritual person. It's an interesting perspective on life, that's for sure, and I often envy those with deep, genuine religious belief. They are so sure of what to do, what they know and it must make the experience of living such an easy ride. They even live safe in the knowledge (somehow) that they will be rewarded with paradise eternal when they die. Even though the afterlife is entirely unexistant, this doesn't not dawn on the religious until after they die and by then it doesn't matter.
But this always seemed like a cheat to me, wishful thinking with no evidence other than the sheer number of people who unshakingly believe in it. Why don't animals go to heaven? What difference between my brain and their's allows mine eternal existence? The mind and brain are the same thing, by the way, dualists are just romantic, but the truth is evident, in dead people, obviously, who cease to function once the brain dies, but more evidently, more tragically, in brain damaged and retarded people. If the mind of an individual is seperate to his brain, then why does his mind fade as his brain deteriorates?
I'm sorry, I think most discussions regarding the meaning of life are pretentious and unnecessary. I take the view that life is pointless, or at least, holds no more meaning than the meaning we give it, but I'm abhorred by how vocal some life-is-meaningless proponents are on the subject. They are hypocrites, only because if life is so pointless then why bother wasting it arguing about exactly how pointless life is? (It's completely pointless, by the way)
I take a subjective view of morality, in the sense that morality is what I make of it. In general, I like to place no more restrictions on myself than society proscribes by law. But I want people to like me, so I'm nice to them, the one's that like me at least, because life is lonely enough without barring myself off from the world.
I'm in English right now, sort of, and I must get back to class to make up an excuse for my lateness.
I'll close with a favourite quote of mine, one that sums up Life in General quite nicely:
"Ah well, such is life..."
The Cad
20.5.09
Who knows
maybe I'm always depressed, maybe it's just at night.
But this begs the question "Who cares?" which begs the question "does it matter?"
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I hate the internet
Just so you know. I hate it for many reasons, some of them are not even clear to me, and yet for some reason, it's still here.
I'm glad of that to be honest, I like podcasts and wikipedia and the inexhaustible amount of information and porn the internet provides, and without the internet I'd be bored as all fucking hell. Still, I'd laugh at the people who couldn't cope without it, and I'd laugh heartily because nothing's quite as funny as the pointless suffering of pointless individuals, except maybe preists with cancer.
Despite the vast bounty the internet provides there is still one thing that it can't do, one necessary thing it fails to live up to, which is a shame really, because a lot of people think it works. The internet can't make you cool, a cold, hard fact that most people need to come to terms with. The internet can't make you cool, the internet only makes you less cool. Now before someone calls me a hypocrite I need to establish two facts. 1) I never said cool people can't use the internet, and still be cool 2) Nor did I say that I was cool, so I'm contraicting myself here, my premise remains solid.
The internet is a safe haven for fuck-ups of all breeds, as evidenced by the reams and reams of utter shit online that has to interest someone. These fuck-ups are sad because they (rightly or wrongly) have been ostracised from society because they're weird and annoying. There seems to be this myth that the internet is a good thing because people no-one like in RL can go on-line and pretend to be cool and make friends. While in theory this is nice, it sadly isn't true, because the people with no friends are usually stupid and unlikeable, and when you go on-line you do not become a different, "cool" virtual person, you stay yourself. Your shit, miserable, worthless self, and guess what? No-one on-line likes you either, because you are inherently a fuck-wit, gutter-sucking, piece of garbage. And people wonder why those two stupid girls on MySpace made that suicide pact a couple years back.
And some of them actually think that on-line they ARE cool. Those are the worst. Those people are the sort of people who need to be thoroughly and systematically destroyed. I don't even think they need to be tortured, the sooner they're off the planet the better, and off the internet. The world can be a wholesome place again, full of love and flowers and shit.
'Shit' is a wonderful, all-purpose word and I shall endeavour to use it as often as I can or some shit.
I'm trying to fluff this post out to be longer than most of Chris McNee's because I believe that that will prove me to be the better man out of the two of us, but just in case you're not Chris and you haven't read my previous post, let me just get one thing clear:
I'm better than you if only because I don't give a shit if you think otherwise, and that at least to me, I will always be better than you.
I don't know, I don't trust this website, maybe I'll put myself up on here, but don't rush me and don't expect anything good.
Keep your shit to yourself
The Cad
I'm glad of that to be honest, I like podcasts and wikipedia and the inexhaustible amount of information and porn the internet provides, and without the internet I'd be bored as all fucking hell. Still, I'd laugh at the people who couldn't cope without it, and I'd laugh heartily because nothing's quite as funny as the pointless suffering of pointless individuals, except maybe preists with cancer.
Despite the vast bounty the internet provides there is still one thing that it can't do, one necessary thing it fails to live up to, which is a shame really, because a lot of people think it works. The internet can't make you cool, a cold, hard fact that most people need to come to terms with. The internet can't make you cool, the internet only makes you less cool. Now before someone calls me a hypocrite I need to establish two facts. 1) I never said cool people can't use the internet, and still be cool 2) Nor did I say that I was cool, so I'm contraicting myself here, my premise remains solid.
The internet is a safe haven for fuck-ups of all breeds, as evidenced by the reams and reams of utter shit online that has to interest someone. These fuck-ups are sad because they (rightly or wrongly) have been ostracised from society because they're weird and annoying. There seems to be this myth that the internet is a good thing because people no-one like in RL can go on-line and pretend to be cool and make friends. While in theory this is nice, it sadly isn't true, because the people with no friends are usually stupid and unlikeable, and when you go on-line you do not become a different, "cool" virtual person, you stay yourself. Your shit, miserable, worthless self, and guess what? No-one on-line likes you either, because you are inherently a fuck-wit, gutter-sucking, piece of garbage. And people wonder why those two stupid girls on MySpace made that suicide pact a couple years back.
And some of them actually think that on-line they ARE cool. Those are the worst. Those people are the sort of people who need to be thoroughly and systematically destroyed. I don't even think they need to be tortured, the sooner they're off the planet the better, and off the internet. The world can be a wholesome place again, full of love and flowers and shit.
'Shit' is a wonderful, all-purpose word and I shall endeavour to use it as often as I can or some shit.
I'm trying to fluff this post out to be longer than most of Chris McNee's because I believe that that will prove me to be the better man out of the two of us, but just in case you're not Chris and you haven't read my previous post, let me just get one thing clear:
I'm better than you if only because I don't give a shit if you think otherwise, and that at least to me, I will always be better than you.
I don't know, I don't trust this website, maybe I'll put myself up on here, but don't rush me and don't expect anything good.
Keep your shit to yourself
The Cad
messed up
Anyways (you'll soon come to love this expression as much as I do)
I'm blogging about shit in general, which generally is none of your business >:(
What can I say? What can I say about my GOOD FRIEND Chris McNee? Well... He's... gay. And also... He's from Papua New Guinea and he fingered some philipino chick at his house when he was 15. I wonder if she was hot, maybe. She had nice tits apparently. I like tits. Tits and arse.
He's "bi-sexual" apparently (you'll soon come to love this expression as much as I do). I dunno. I just want him to be gay because it would be funny. That's the sad truth of it I suppose, but life is a joke, I try to enjoy it as much as possible.
Steve Novella is a pimp, I'm just sayin.
Kevin Rudd is a prime-minister, I'm just sayin. But he's a stooge.
Fuck this shit,
this shit is fucked up
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