A Negative Judgment Gives You More Satisfaction

Deep Down, The Us, With Its Space, Its Technological Refinement, Its Bluff Good Conscience, Even In Those Spaces Which It Opens Up For Simulation, Is The Only Remaining Primitive Society.

In Days Gone By, We Were Afraid Of Dying In Dishonor Or A State Of Sin. Nowadays, We Are Afraid Of Dying Fools. Now The Fact Is That There Is No Extreme Unction To Absolve Us Of Foolishness. We Endure It Here On Earth As Subjective Eternity.

The Repentant, Run-to-seed Ultra-leftists Who Have Converted To Humanitarianism, Artificial Inseminators Of The Widow And The Orphan, Themselves Orphans Of Reality And Malades Imaginaires Of Politics, Premature Ejaculators Of Posthistory And Hyperchondriacs Of The Dead Body Of Ideology And Morality.

Holidays Are In No Sense An Alternative To The Congestion And Bustle Of The Cities And Work. Quite The Contrary. People Look To Escape Into An Intensification Of The Conditions Of Ordinary Life, Into A Deliberate Aggravation Of Those Conditions: Further From Nature, Nearer To Artifice, To Abstraction, To Total Pollution, To Well Above Average Levels Of Stress, Pressure, Concentration And Monotony - This Is The Ideal Of Popular Entertainment. No One Is Interested In Overcoming Alienation; The Point Is To Plunge Into It To The Point Of Ecstasy. That Is What Holidays Are For.

With The Truth, You Need To Get Rid Of It As Soon As Possible And Pass It On To Someone Else. As With Illness, This Is The Only Way To Be Cured Of It. The Person Who Keeps Truth In His Hands Has Lost.