Have you ever read about the cosmogony of the gnostics? It’s wild. It’s some of the wildest shit I’ve ever read, and humorously enough it’s about equally possible compared to the ordinary Judeo-Christian bullshit people readily lap up like so many thirsty bitches. They believe that the universe was created by a subordinate God, the Demiurge. He’s not the godhead, necessarily, but an agent of it. They also believe in reincarnation. I suppose I should say “believed”, since they were very effectively stamped out with the formation of the orthodoxy. It’s an interesting thing to think about. Can you imagine going to a church, and then having a rival church show up and tell everyone at your church that you’re all “worshipping god incorrectly”? It’s funny, though. We’re seeing the exact same thing today with LGBT-friendly churches earning plenty of ire from other, more mainstream religious entities.

Bruh. For fucking real though. What a day. Just what a fucking goddamn day. It’s just goddamn crazy. But after tomorrow so much will be over. I’ll have wrapped up a number of projects and closed a couple orders. And it’s about fucking time. Like, seriously. I’ve been absolutely stretched thin on this shit. It feels like I haven’t relaxed in a while. I mean, goddamn.

I don’t know. I just don’t know. Life comes at you fast. It really does.

Watching the last episode of this show, and the cannibal shit is fucked up. Armie Hammer is a psycho and wouldn’t be shit if he weren’t born into wealth. Hell, he was born into wealth and he still isn’t shit. He’ll never star in another movie in his life.

So he has cannibal fantasies and he enjoys rape, got it. That’s pretty clear. Anyone think he’s going to try to sue the producers of “House of Hammer”? I bet he won’t even try because the fucking coward knows he’s guilty, and trying to sue the makers of the documentary would end up landing him in a situation legally that would not end in his favor.

Man, watching this Armie Hammer shit is pretty telling. Armie Hammer seems to have some combination of sociopathy and narcissistic personality disorder. It’s wild.

Work has been pretty demanding lately. It seems like the all-consuming and eternal Sisyphean shit-show that taints every molecule of my being with sadness and longing for a better world.

Billionaires and the ultra-wealthy see us as cattle. We are not their peers as they would have us believe in media and propaganda that they spout. We’re basically a commodity. They’re using us as resources either to make more money for themselves or for their own sick pleasure. Especially these familial dynasties involving generational wealth, they’re the worst offenders. I think we should just murder all the billionaires and distribute their wealth, honestly. It’s long overdue, if you think about it. The French and Russian revolutions were quite some time ago. I think it’s time to buy a few billionaire tags.

Finally we’re back to having two working cars. We picked up a ‘24 Equinox for my lovely wife to wheel around town with and I’m driving her previous car. It’s just a relief to not be strained getting everywhere we need to go with one car or borrowing cars.

I’m still mad at myself for fucking my car up. That shit sucked. It was a 2020 and it was paid off completely. God. Fucking. Dammit. And don’t ask what happened, either, motherfucker. I’m 200% irritated with myself.

At some point somewhere in the past I said to myself a dangerous mantra that I think we’ve all told ourselves at one point or another. “Just a few more weeks until {x} and then it’ll all be good from there.” The {x} can literally be anything from a life event to a large purchase or an activity or gathering. It can be anything. The time window can be anything too. It can be one year, five years, ten years, or ten minutes. The length of time always counts down, unless it doesn’t. Sometimes the goalposts move on us. Sometimes they don’t.

I guess this post is about the meaning of life, given the fact that the title is absolutely the meaning of life. Yay, capitalism! I mean, this is what you wanted, right? Planned obsolescence with no way out of heavy metals leeching into our soil, poisoning our land and our wells? Sounds fucking awesome to me! Thanks, capitalism! And, yes, capitalism has indeed turned what it means to be American into a giant “Fetch Quest”. It’s irritating. It’s annoying. It devalues existence itself. I dunno. We’re all reduced to our wallets at any given moment. At our best of times, our wallets are empty but our lives are full. In the worst of times, our wallets are full because our lives are empty. You never really get to enjoy the best of times because you’re absolutely freaked the fuck out about not having a substantial savings at your bank just in case something happens to rain on your parade. Then, eventually, it does happen and you end up throwing it on a credit card. I mean, that is, if you’re fortunate enough to have been playing this absolute fraud of a game in the first place. If you’ve positioned yourself to having good credit, then this is the road you take. Depending on your spending habits and whether you can time things, you might pull yourself out of the hole and be able to move forward. But a substantial number of people won’t recover, they won’t be alright. Some will just let their credit get worse, others will have to borrow from a friend or family member, or worse yet pick up another job. And, let’s be real here; if you have a full wallet because you’ve been saving and tucking everything you can away in your account, you’re still not happy. You have nothing but numbers in an account at that point. They’ve made it that way to play on human psychology, to allow the victim to think he has something when really they’re just notes on a ledger that don’t really mean much. I guess they mean up to $100,000 if they’re FDIC insured, but that’s an unfortunate number for those who have worked harder longer and have much more to lose.

I guess it’s time for another meme dump.