Welcome To Hell
payments until 2000… It’s so much easier to not worry about these details. We’ll take
care of them for you. All we ask is that you send in your payment every month like a
down your throat. We just want to make life easy for you! We’ll even give you pretty
about that. We’ll manage all the details for you for the low, low price of $99.95.
The less you know, the better off we are. Job security. Think we’re stupid? We are, but
The truth is, you never knew you had a choice. You probably wouldn’t even know there
low, low price of $79.95. But it’s worth it because you get a 30% increase in
performance. That will actually impress you because we’re competing with ourselves
It’s actually not that hard. After a late night and a hang over, we quickly code this
crap and hire graphics professionals to candy coat it. Then we break anti-trust laws
convinced that we’re the only people who make software, then we just have to make
our code a little bit better, which isn’t difficult considering how *censored*ty it was in the first
place, and then sell it to you again! The greatest part about this deal is that you’ll buy
We know that and we use it to our advantage, destroying all possible competition by
that you don’t want the competition because it’s “not well supported,” which is just our
the only option.
After we have this down (which we do), we use another concept we call “embrace and
extend,” which, again, is our *censored*ed up way of saying that we take over all open
standards, change them as we see fit, and then shove them down your throat, without
you even knowing it, by simply telling you that the competition doesn’t support our
standard. We’re rewriting the books of commercialism and we’re taking you with us!
All my life, I have been beaten down by concepts that are false, surrounded by people
who unknowingly were brainwashed by these concepts and from the age of 16 I stood
to look at these concepts bearing my middle finger. I was angered that these people
who called themselves my elders could sit and tell me how incompetent I was and lead
They undermined my self-esteem, my self-confidence, and wasted 12 years of my life,
until I realized that I have unknowingly been sold their lie, working like a dog to pay my
noses in the air and said I wasn’t good enough.
I was becoming just like them, doing as I was told, going to their classes, debugging
their RatC programs for them, going to their jobs just to slack off day to day, waiting
impatiently for the next paycheck, and forgetting my childhood, just as I wondered so
long ago how so many people could let it happen to them and I promised myself that I’d
must be the one in the wrong. How can all these people be wrong, and I right? Can this
world really be as sad as it seems?
to look down on all these poor kids who you used to be among, “disciplining” them into
them for their sins after a late night at the bar or a long weekend in Vegas, hating
anything that resembles your own problems, not realizing that they’re learning it all from
you, all in the guise of “looking out for what’s in their best interest,” not realizing the
that they’re slammed with it from birth, sitting them in front of a television, taking them
their savior because he brings them lots of toys. He’s like a drug dealer who gives his
first fix for free, and you find yourself working all your life to support your habit of
After 14 years or so of solid training, these poor children quickly find that they’re
away this awful hell that’s been built around them, or into which they were born and
support their habits and pay for their toys, finding after all those long hard years of
being told that “honesty is the best policy,” that that’s actually the quickest ticket to
any asset which may serve to benefit them, sticking their nose up at anyone who won’t
bring them the status they seek.
People with good looks quickly find that that’s the greatest asset they could ever
possess, and although they say they resent “not being loved for their brains,” have no
problem using their assets to their advantage. Since everyone’s obsessed with sex, all
they have to do is remind them of it, and they get dollars stuffed in their underwear. A
something that is more natural than bees making honey.
earning the status they so desperately seek. I eventually find out that they, in fact,
don’t give a *censored* about education or furthering their field, but instead spend their time
Cola while they con their undergraduates with a meek salary to do their work for them,
which, in fact, consists of little more than “looking busy,” urging them to become just
like them, pursue graduate school and look important. Actually not such a bad deal in
this *censored*ed up society.
Mass email spamming is a big business. These people aren’t *censored*ing around. They spend
from 9am to 5pm every day finding new ways to cram *censored* down people’s throats. They
we go that More Is Better, that we need what they have to give us, all for their low,
We buy it! We don’t even know we have a choice after hearing their *censored* on the TV,
we’re born. And we call this a free country. There’s nothing free about it. We’re all
captives to a system we hate, dragging ourselves out of bed every morning to do that
classic ritual known as “making a living,” hating every moment of it, continually looking
We watch giant corporations and government, which we think we have no choice but
beautiful greenery be covered with asphalt, but that’s okay because we’ll do anything
to avoid those long hours of traffic we have to suffer with everyday, breathing in toxic
fumes and smog, hoping that some day, someone will figure it out. Then we watch the
just children like the rest of us, who got tired of being lied to.
We don’t really like the Catholic Church, especially because they tell everyone they will
exponentially, but we don’t even know the real crimes they commit: telling everyone
that they don’t throw us in hell, telling us that this planet is only a means to an end, so
it’s okay if we destroy it.
by the way, is a holiday they created with the name of their Savior to represent
eggnog, which they will give to you for the low, low price of $4.95 plus tax, plus CRV,
plus the income tax you paid to make the money in the first place), that clearly gives
of God,” and kill anything that doesn’t look like you since you were created in His image.
This too, they shove down your throat from childhood, when they know you’re most
easily influenced, describing graphically the details of Hell, and threatening you into
submission, all of which you’ll find in the pretty little name of “Sunday School.”
So I finally looked around me and realized that these people didn’t just waste 12 years
of my life. They wasted 23 years of my life, and were fixing to waste the whole thing,
because all along I’ve been going with it, thinking that I must be the one in the wrong,
slowly watching myself conform, enslaving myself with credit cards and toys which
Some day, when I make friends of these psycho-paths, make one of them my girlfriend
(a concept which they also created in this complex scheme they call “dating” that
keeps people scared of each other and puts money in their pockets by telling them to
enough money to pay for a dynamically expanding list of expenses that grows as my
until I finally realized that these problems were all given to me, handed to me as a part
of my citizenship to their crappy society. Some day, I will be free, and be able to make
my own choices, until I finally realized that it’s their jail.
system when we’re younger, but eventually, they break us. Do you really think it took
is dedicated to breaking your spirit, forcing you to conform, and wrapping you up in a
neat package for society to process.
This is the jail in which I’ve been born, and I’m convinced that this can’t be the only
way. I’m convinced that it’s possible for me to escape the clutches of this society and
to break free. There’s got to be another way. But there’s no way to find it while I’m in
chains. We live in a society that calls itself free, yet measures freedom in dollars.
With money, you can do anything. You can read and study and learn. You can
volunteer your time to any organization you wish. You can start your own
organizations. Who needs organizations? You could simply spend your time doing what
you find valuable, help anyone you want, hurt anyone you want. You could stay or
leave. You could go anywhere you want. You could begin any career you want, work
any job you want, start your own business, or not even work at all and slack off all you
want. That’s what I call freedom.
Without money, you have one choice: work. A noble pursuit in and of itself, but it loses
its nobility when one has no choice. What is the distinction between work and play
besides the freedom with which one has to do it? More specifically, there seems to be a
distinction between fun work, play, and just plain drudgery. For most people, their jobs
fall under the latter category.
They agonize every morning to get out of bed, groan over a giant mug of coffee, throw
miles of traffic. They spend hours slacking off and passing time, trying to avoid the
boss as much as possible. They justify it at the end of the month with their paycheck,
much of which is spent on trying to forget about it all. Television, sports, bars, Vegas,
which we see every day flashed across the television. Fast cars, big houses, cute little
computers, boats, jet skis, motorhomes, yachts, mansions.
Some of the biggest expenses are the ones we don’t even see: income tax, sales tax,
retirement plans that never pay off, interest, insurance, repairs, CRV, registration fees,
bank fees, storage fees, parking fees, dumping fees. They’re all there. We pay them
enough that we spend money on junk we don’t need, but it’s unforgivable that we end
up spending more just to earn the money to buy the junk, pay taxes just to purchase
the junk, pay interest just to buy more junk than we can afford, pay insurance just to
protect the junk, pay mechanics and repairmen just to fix the junk, pay registration
fees just to let society know that we have the junk, pay bank fees just to have the
money around to pay for the junk, pay parking or storage fees just to put the junk
somewhere, and then when we’re all done with it, pay dumping fees to get rid of the
When we’re done buying their junk, and dishing out even more just to sustain it, we’re
broke. Paycheck’s all spent. Time for another unbearable month of work. Months go by,
The only thing we have to show for years of hard work and misery is a garage-full of
junk that doesn’t work, is out-dated, is no longer useful, or is no longer as exciting as it
used to look on the TV.
On top of all of that, we have thousands of dollars in debts. Our paychecks are no
longer spent on junk as much as it is just keeping up with the interest on their debts.
Now we have a job we hate, junk we have to find a way to get rid of, bill collectors
nagging at us, and all of our time and money goes into keeping up with it all; by this
time, we’re beginning to feel that all we really ever needed was love.
That’s what I call slavery. Why are we so easily captivated by it? Simple. We accept
the reality which we’re presented. People spend their lives working fervently to keep us
from thinking, they themselves a captive. What can we do about it? Again, simple. Stop
buying junk. You don’t need to waste time at a job you hate earning money if you don’t
spend it on anything. Instead, you can waste your time at a job you hate earning
money undoing the whole mess. Not a very attractive option, but, hey, that’s why I
call it slavery.
Those who would not know what to do with more leisure than they now enjoy, I might
advise to work twice as hard as they do–work till they pay for themselves, and get
their free papers.
Henry David Thoreau
nothing more than a bad replica of American? Is there any better society? I don’t know;
communism, feudalism. I know all about what I’ve been told is the wrong way to live,
but you’ve seen how I feel about what I’ve been told. I wish I could spend time learning
these things for myself, getting all the perspectives, and making my own decision
instead of letting society do my thinking for me. But I can’t. I’m too busy working to
study up on it. Gee, too busy doing their crap to think for myself. Coincidence? I think
Lucky for us, they have a convenient little system set up so that we don’t have to
think for ourselves. They give us a fake dualism between liberal and conservative,
Democrat and Republican, so as to not overwhelm us with options. Two choices, which
are so similar as to be only one option, but different enough to make us think we
actually have a choice. Each camp has their platform and their suggested votes
because they know we’re too busy oiling their Machine to actually study it in-depth.
And in case anyone is actually dedicated enough to study it that well, they expend the
rest of their effort snowing us with corporate-owned media that entertains more than it
With money comes time, and with time comes freedom. I know this is a catch-22. In
order to get money, you need to have money. In order to get freedom, you have to
work and sacrifice. All of this used to scare me because I’m still stuck doing the same
thing. I’m deferring my happiness until the day when I will no longer have to defer my
happiness, which is absurd if you think about it, but I realized that given my confined
Hey, I’m not the one who made the society; I’m the one fighting it.
Call me paranoid. Call me pessimistic. Call me a rebel. But you’re enslaved nevertheless.
I may be paranoid, but you’re miserable. I no longer see the value in keeping people
from prejudgeing me. People who are quick to prejudge won’t hear my message
anyway, and those that are open-minded enough to hear it will hear it loudest.