Rube Stepfather

I share this anecdote to relay how my stepfather thinks.

We have all been to Las Vegas, right?  Any person who knows the barest amount of statistics can at least tell you that The House has an advantage against the average person.  This is how they make their money, only a few lucky people will.

They have, and probably still have, this really awesome Aliens video slot machine.  If you want to see the pretty animations and just have fun it’s one cent per pull minimum.

Knowing that my odds of winning a significant amount of money are  not that great I decided to just do the minimum just so I can see the awesome animations.  I am a fan of Aliens.

But of course, my stepfather was saying that you have to put in “real” money just win anything.  Just playing a penny per pull was not good enough.  He was treating it like a science and was totally serious.  He seemed frustrated that I would gamble just a penny per session.

That’s the type of rube he was.

The same type of person who didn’t believe in second-hand smoke and would smoke in close proximity to children in his car.  The same that doesn’t believe in scientists, doctors, and global warming.  By the way, in his final ten years of life he was in chronic pain and eating through a tube in his stomach.

I do not spend a significant amount of money because I have a rudimentary knowledge of statistics.  I do not smoke because I know it can lead to lung cancer, throat cancer, heart disease, tongue cancer, and a pretty horrible quality of life.  I am not a rube.  I am not an animal.

You know what? Your kids fucking suck!

Oh, not my kids, not ever!


No one likes kids screaming for no reason.  Or acting selfish and shitty just because they feel like it.

Your kids smell like a combination of sweat, shit, and piss.

No one wants to pay for a ticket at the movies and here your kid whining and screaming.

Surprise, your kids and not perfect.  Most likely no one cares about seeing their pictures on social media.  They get sick if it, especially if the kids are the only thing you have going on in your life.

Stop shoving them down our throat.

Kids are not an accomplishment.

Planet Earth has too many people the last thing we need is your fucking kid.

Why I’m Different from the Common Person

Look around here.  What does one see in the people?

Interchangeable characters all wearing the same type of baggy clothes driving their Toyota Tacoma with vaporizer glued to their lips.  Puffing out the same tired mist.

After a while, these people become cardboard cutouts.  One and the same.  Indistinguishable, unremarkable, the human equivalent to an annoying background noise.

Travel around this great nation and one can find more examples of this type of monoculture.  Everyone seems the same.  They hold the same opinions and do the same things.  Quite bland.

OH IF I WERE COMMON LIKE EVERYONE ELSE!  If I just wore Volcom, drove a giant pickup truck, and was married to some heffer with three children already.  I could have a job breaking rocks.  Then maybe my mother and family would be more accepting of me!

Alas, I am a Lion.  We Lions bear an enormous crucifix throughout our lives.  Many go throughout their lives thinking themselves strange and outcast.

It turns out many are just intellectual and use the God-given gift called “rationalization.”  For us, we can anticipate the consequences of our actions, make predictions about our future, and most importantly perform a risk-reward calculation.

You see, a wild animal is just driven by their human drives.  Once they start smoking cigarettes they get hooked.  You can show them people who have holes in their throats from smoking or warn about the dangers of lung cancer and they would still appease that drive to light up.

A Lion, on the other hand, examines the long-term consequences of these actions.  They say “perhaps I wouldn’t like to die eating through my stomach, speaking through a voicebox, and generally spending my existence in misery.”

When they have sex, do they worry about the growth of the human population and the increase in carbon footprint?  Nay, they do not even look inwards to themselves determining whether or not they have the capability to properly raise a child or children in the United States.  With no career, no fortune, and not even the slightest blueprint of a future plan they delve into the huge responsibility of childbirth with the wherewithal of one who is going to “take a shit.”

Then their children grow up and do the same exact thing.  Thus the cycle continues.  This is folly.

Someone closer to the Ubermensch or Overman, someone closer to being a Lion than their born Animal Natures are able to see the cost of smoking or plan for life-changing events such as bringing children into this godforsaken world.  They are able to assess the situation.

Our decisions are made with evidence.  Our actions are deliberate.  We can avoid the trailer-park existence most Americans are suited to these days.

Just as in Zarathustra, humans have an innate Animal Nature and the possibility to rationalize and think logically.  Most people are on the “animal” end of the spectrum and lead a mindless existence of perpetual consumption. Their contributions are more like that of a virus.