What is honest work? Selling poisonous food to poisoned
people? Selling useless shit to useless retards? Selling things to
people that then sell those things too?
In this moment, the noblest
trade is mastering the art of leisure. I can't think of a smarter person
than someone who figures out a way to rob the modern world blind
and never work again. I can't think of a smarter person than someone
who successfully leeches off government programs, with good taste
of course. The best of all trade work is aristocracy. Our working
class is completely dead inside; anyone who has spent a days time
around them can tell you this. This "honest work" — building dollar
stores, mall temples, ratholes — it takes hostage the soul of many
could-be heroes.
If "honest work" was human, he'd be charged with
many crimes, one of which against nature. God sits above and
mourns the construction of yet another strip mall. It's true, I've seen
and felt him do so. God to me sometimes feels like a close and
personal friend, and he looks constantly disappointed, even in me.
He mourns the destruction of his lush and hungry forests for
GameStop number seven thousand and Chinese buffet number
whatever. Those responsible for decisions like these will pay dearly
for this level of sin; you'd have to be a fucking idiot to think you
escape free of punishment.
All this "honest work" kills beauty in man too. It forces men
into poor diet, poor choices, poor paths outside the workplace.
Everything in life for them, whether they chose so or not, must
revolve around their "honest work". No time to research, pick, and
cook a proper meal so I have chips and soda again. No time to work
out, to worship the sun in peace, to study so I watch television and
jerk off in-between beers again. No time to even so much as
consider another way of life so I hammer nails into useless thing for
useless people in useless place again. You are being scammed,
robbed.
It's a sin to drown yourself in work forever, unless of course
that work produces things of greatness. Chances are that's not the
case.
Quit your job and rob the world blind, legally if you can
manage it. Honest work here today, in this lower kind of world, is a
spook. Complete illusion. You aren't a better person for making
money in a "respectable" fashion — you are handicapped and lying
to yourself. Honest work is a confused and pointless shot in the foot.
You'll limp home every day for the rest of your life. Quit your job
and sit in the sun every day. Quit your job and run away into the
woods forever. Quit your job and ([kiss] or [hug]) a politician.