Exacerbating Miscompetence

Yes. I know Miscompetence is not a word. That's the point. Duh!

 A recent chat with a colleague at work illustrates what I mean quite well I think.

09:45 David: some people here are so fucking lazy

 me: oh pleeeease let me use your stage name...Disco Rave :)

You can see this problem is a world-wide phenomenon. I do object to the boy's language...I noted some time ago that in the English laguage, anything evil, bad or corrupt is associated with female genitalia.

This comes as something of a surprise given that in Italian, anything evil, bad or screwed up is used generally in association with male genitalia. Whilst in fact, the actual term for pussy in Italian is used in common slang to essentially say cool. And pussy is very cool. Fucking pussy is even cooler. Well...it's actually warm and wet and comfortable and way better than just cool, but you get my drift.

We dago bastards know a good thing when we fuck ourselves into it.

Anyway, the ever increasing number and severity of mental retards on your planet is quite serious. We're talking people who cannot put chains on the tires of theirs cars in countries where it snows every year. We're talking about people who cannot complete proper sentences without ending them with "y'know?". And it seems there is no fix to the problem. It's not getting better. the so called MTV generation is faster than my own supposedly generation X types. Well they are. Faster at becoming consciously incompetent. They can dance well though. Of course leave them stranded in a large garden without a clearly marked route to the bar area and they will die of dehydration and exposure as they panic at the viciousness of mother nature in it's raw form. These are the pod people as someone else called them somewhere. I forget whom. If it was you let me know. I always try to give credit where credit is due. The way I mean it is the iPod people. Creatures whom if surgically detached from their portable speakers seem to malfunction in its most basic form.

I used to think it was rather cybernetic and quite unnerving until I spent some time with a very pretty, very sensitive, very tactile girl. She seemed to take rather emotional issues lightly, as though so calm that nothing ruffled her surface. It was quite impressive. And yet any music that came on she would practically know the words to. In bed together with the TV tuned to the music channel, her body would begin to hum to the different rythms that came on. Her sexy and gentle and wrapping limbs and hands and feet would beat a little beat on me. And so I realised. So crushed her spirit that it only exhibited this way. 

Like damaged people missing a chunk of something. They sift through life like wind-blown chaff. You can't hear their screams. They stopped already. Like so many crushed spirits they are robotised into submission. Lack of money, lack of personal power. Hemmed in from birth. Brainwashed from the time they enter the womb to the time they enter the grave. And it would take a long, long time to save any one of them. A life really. Jesus.

Martians blew themselves up a long, long time ago. But on this planet, the crushing machinations of things unseen seem to me to be almost a worse fate. Better to go out with a bang than ground to anonymous dust by forces you cannot ever hope to grasp, because outside of your ability to perceive, much less influence.

Exacerbating Miscompetence indeed. Maybe your writer Philip K. Dick was right. Maybe such small and sorrowful little liberties such as the man who hand-rolls cigars after a nuclear holocaust are all there is. And he would do it with third grade tobacco mixed with cotton because the tobacco is not really tobacco anymore, but he'd call them Original Cubans (TM) because a chunk of radiocative rock blasted off the coast of the USA landed nearby. It could have been a piece of Havana after all.

Often I feel pity for Earthlings. Blissfuly unaware as they are. Not that it makes them any easier to get along with. Well. Maybe just a little.

But I wouldn't want to get too soft. The most disturbing thing is that it seems the powers that be want to promote stupidity. So where in ancient times, sabre-tooth tigers could dine in comfort thanks to human idiocy, today large predators are mostly extinct and the morons get rewarded for reproducing at a higher rate than people of even just average intelligence. I mean come on. George Bush as president of the USA and hence potentially the most influential (by brute force anyway) man on the planet? 

For now, vaporization by my zap gun for their deeply inbred stupidity seems the only way to do my bit in order to cleanse the human gene-pool somewhat. I may need more than just a few kilos of element 115 to power it up though...I mean...it's a BIG task!