Armadillo Contour.

I scrawled this in a notebook last year after an English professor I had said that morals are necessary for a state, nation, or any form of civilization to survive. Which got me thinking about how actually, if an appropriate level of fear could be instilled in the populous, morals wouldn't need to even be considered. Then I wrote some more and eventually came up with this. I found it today while looking through a box of papers and I thought I'd share it since it's about time for a new entry.

On The Subject of Morals

The issue of morality has been hotly contested for years, whether morality is a relative or flexible entity or whether what is moral and what is not is fixed and unchanging. I charge however that morality is nonexistent, that it is only fear by a different name.

After all, the things we have deemed to be immoral are simply the things that humans have a natural fear of. Murder is immoral because we fear our own death or the death of others close to us, lying is immoral because it is a form of betrayal which we fear, and thievery is immoral because we fear a loss of profit or of our material possessions. Slavery is immoral because we fear our past and because we fear our own oppression, homosexuality is immoral because we fear difference.

The adherence to the things we currently label as moral is furthermore inspired by fear. Human beings stick to the teaching of their religions because they fear Hell and the wrath of an angry God, causing a lack of faith to be deemed, immoral. We deem breaking the law to be immoral because we fear imprisonment, shame, death, and loss of profit.

However, this raises another query, if we deem all things that cause us fear to be immoral, then should not the very act of deeming something immoral be immoral in and of itself. After all, to enforce the immorality of any act under this theory, one must first find something to make others fear the act. (E.g. wrath of an angry god for non-believers, death or imprisonment for murder, or the shame of being branded a liar, etc.)

Anyways, with that said...though perhaps unfinished, I'd like to announce to the whole one person who reads this that I'm making another blog where I'll be exclusively reviewing CD's I find for cheap, or that I already own. Which essentially means I'll be going over music that hasn't been new for years.

Oh well, it seems like a good idea at this time.

Asphalt Diaries

Gather round children, or adults, or teens, hell I'll even welcome you tweens into this circle as well. No babies though...I find that their syntax and ability to spell is poor at best and thus they will not bring anything to this text based discussion/lecture with room for questions at the end.

I recently attained employment, as you may or may not be aware. As for what I do, I work at a grocery store and though there are a few aspects to the job there is one thing in particular I should like to talk to you all about. And it is this:

Carts.

Yes, carts. Carts make me a bitter man on a daily basis. The moment the hour to round up carts rolls around I become jaded, some may say cynical, and inwardly full of loathing for my fellow man. For on carts, you see the worst in everyone, their sloth, their malice, their greed all float to the surface like oil on water.

They leave their carts in the middle of parking spaces, allow them to roll away, or push them onto raised areas for plants. All so they can avoid walking the width of a car to put a cart in a corral or the front of the store. They may see you pushing a row of carts, and to save a precious second where they could ask if they could stick the cart on the end of the row, to which I would surely respond positively, they will shove it into the gap between the cars so that a second trip must be made to retrieve it. And they do it knowingly, watching as your optimism is chipped away one cart at a time. Even when asked if they'd like you to take their cart they will often ignore you, and jump into their car and drive away, I imagine laughing or scowling.

There has been a lot of concern about obesity and the lack of fitness in the population as a whole, quite seriously I believe the epidemic could be fixed out there on the asphalt, with a few extra steps each day they can be on their way to making this nation lean and fighting fit once more! Or even in the stores, youth obesity could be dented by making your children walk around the store instead of pushing them about in those "novelty carts" which may have a car or some other thing kids supposedly dream of driving or riding in. Am I suggesting that this move would be the cure-all for this wave of obesity? No, but every calorie counts.

So, friends, Americans, countrymen, foreigners who know English or who are reading this through a translator I would encourage you all to work in a supermarket. A strange recommendation you may think after what I have said, however I believe if you all experience this bitterness, and taste this cynicism for an hour a day our current generations will be better for it, and perhaps our future generations will not need to learn this lesson from the internet, but they will be taught by their parents that to be lazy with carts is a deed fraught with evil.

This may not have been an excellent read, and I'm sure it was far from well written but it must be said and hopefully it may be heard.

Go See The Parrots Kiki

Last time I failed you, I quit and everything fell apart rather quickly, I fear I aimed to be too lofty in my goal. This time around however I shall remedy that problem and instead of daily updates will be aiming to update merely once a week, along with my best friend Jake whose blog you may find in the blog-o-dex.
This time I shall not let you down and a new post you shall see each week, and with that short message I would like to say

Welcome back to Interzone.