Matt from freemattpodcast wrote a great post the other day entitled “And The Band Played On.” Yours truly was the subject of this post. In it, Matt went on to talk about me and my band of “Merry Shitpoasters” and about how we laugh and have a good time on the internet, no matter what the hell is going on:
Rob doesn’t seem to let it get him down. He, along with a band of merry “shitpoasters”, are enjoying life when it is here. Engagement is hilarity. Twitter is an opportunity to have fun when it is available.
I made a joke that he was the one guy leaning on a railing on the RMS Lusitania, cracking jokes and enjoying his martini. He wasn’t crying, but enjoying it all as he slowly sunk off the coast of Ireland.
Rob isn’t crying now, either.
I have known Matt for a while now, I’ve even had him in my house at one point, where we waxed poetic about religion, philosophy, women, you name it. He’s a smart man, and I consider him a friend of mine.
He’s correct in his assessment of me, I’m enjoying myself immensely. If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s not to take life too seriously. The “Merry Shitpoasters” and I have that on lock as far as I’m concerned. And yes, I’m not crying about shit, either.
But there is one thing that Matt mentioned that actually got me to thinking and to ultimately writing this post. I know Matt was being metaphorical with comparing me to the dude drinking and cracking jokes as the Lusitania sank off of the coast of Ireland, but it’s that metaphor that sticks. Mostly the sinking ship.
Are we in fact, “sinking?”
I’m not talking about the “Red Pill.” At least not so much. I’m talking about our society. With inflation and the recession that is currently going on, the doomsayers have warmed up their voices and turned on their megaphones. According to them, “The End Is Nigh.”
The problem is, “The End Of The World” has been going on since recorded history.
Revelations in the Holy Bible is talking about the end of the world. As far as I know, that book was written around 68-69 AD or thereabouts. The end is sure taking its sweet fucking time to get here.
The Mayan Calendar had us dying off in 2012.
Do you guys remember Y2K? I do. 2000 was a big one. We’re still here.
I can remember back to the days of inflation and gas shortages and people going on runs for fuel back in the 70’s when Jimmy Carter was President.
Before that, I remember hiding under my school desk if and when the nuclear bomb was going to be dropped on us by the Soviets during the Cold War.
You guys aren’t going to die tomorrow. You’re just bored.
Here’s a most likely scenario that is going to happen, and it will be a thing of nightmares for most of you:
Everything will keep going as they currently are, and everything will remain the same.
Your lives of quiet desperation and ennui will continue until you actually die many years from now from old age or cancer. And if it happens to be cancer, you’ll probably welcome it.
We live in a time of plenty, a time that wants and needs for nothing. You want and need for nothing. That’s why you’re bored. There are no great challenges left, and if there were, most of you are too soft, out of shape, and too scared to do anything about it except cry on the internet.
When men can sit around and gossip like an old ladies relief society about girls with tattoos, multi-colored hair, piercings, and hypergamy, you know you got it good. Too good maybe. When you show yourself to the world as the defective women that you are, the end isn’t nigh, you just suck and take trivial shit too seriously. No wonder women are asking, “Where are all the good men?” None can be found when you’re too busy wringing your hands and clutching your pearls.
This is why I laugh and shitpost. I have nothing better to do than make fun of you. Dating for me is at its best. As far as I’m concerned, with what I’m seeing on social media and the internet in general, it’s only going to get better for me. As long as the lights stay on, I’m good. And if they don’t? I’ll worry about it then. I’ll do what I must.
You guys worry too much about things that don’t matter. You’re bored and lazy, that is all. Maybe you all got too many participation trophies when you were younger, or maybe you think the world owes you a living or something.
Guess what, the world doesn’t owe you shit. But you are finding out, or you will find out eventually. Just hope it isn’t too late for you when you do figure that one out.
Meanwhile, I’ll be sitting on social media with my friends, drinking beer and talking shit. When I’m not doing that, I’ll be fucking the women you’re too scared to fuck because of “red flags.”
Here’s a spoiler alert:
They all have “red flags,” and they are all crazy to one degree or another. It’s just a matter of degree and of what you will tolerate and put up with. I don’t think you want a “sane woman,” you just want to fuck a dude because there are no “sane women.” So just own it.
Other than that, I’ll be riding my motorcycles, eating the good food, and enjoying my life.
See you around.