go, team

GO, TEAM
Okay, I apologize for being blinded by my own brilliance yesterday. I must have neglected to underline my basic point. Gold used to be more directly tied to food. Then hydrocarbon energy took its place as a store of wealth. Gold will once again become more important as a store of wealth. Wealth being a universal means of trading for food security. If I have to point out to you how great I am, it loses a bit of its luster. To punish you, not only must you now sit through another of my crackpot theories, I’m going to try for maximum irritation. And what better way to offend 99% of my loyal minions than make fun of their favorite pastime. Sports.
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I hate sports. I hate organized sports, I hate individual sports ( with perhaps the exception of paintball, but only if it is casual ). When I see a team of organized chimps dressed up and grunting at each other, I feel a little of my hope for mankind die a horrible death. And don’t give me any “substitution for tribal warfare” crap. I love running around the woods with guns, in a vain hope of killing anything. But sports are just a pale imitation of that. And I don’t think it is just because I hate competition. Or unintelligent displays of testosterone driven machismo. I think my basic problem with sports is that it relies on the group surrendering any mental effort and collectively assuming the IQ of a drooling idiot. Oh, I understand that these guys memorizing tables and pages of statistics is no mean feat. It isn’t that they are stupid individually. And I understand the escapism aspect. But when you crowd them together they act like a herd instead of as smart individuals. I don’t like herds, whether it is of movie goers, sports fanatics of music fans. Herds all act stupid, not just at the arena.
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But here’s the next aspect of it. Like all Bread And Circuses acts, the participants are distracted. If you have your nose in the feed bag or your mind on the pigskin, you don’t tend to focus on those things around you that might prove dangerous to your well being. In other words, you become livestock led down the chute to slaughter. Now, while I love pissing off vast percentages of my loyal readers and having them take their dollars over to competitors sites that have advertisements from companies that sell a metal can of seeds for a hundred bucks ( purchased individually through the mail for a grand total of $23- metal can at Home Depot for $7 extra ) or grain grinders for a grand, I do hasten to point out that I’m not questioning the intelligence of my loyal minions that enjoy sports. Me reading a paperback book is no more worthy than you watching a football game. Both are a way to relax. I’m merely saying that the time and effort involved in following sports year round will be a distraction. Perhaps enough that you easily accept explanations that on the surface sound plausible but in reality fit right in with how our handlers want you to act. Like the implausible explanation given for Obammies Nobel peace prize. All he’s done is flapped those lips of his. Nothing concrete got done. By reflecting on this, one can only conclude that he is the new Antichrist and will kill us all. As one unemployed comedian announced today, he’s bombing the moon on the same day he gets the peace prize.
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To be honest, you might actually be smarter than me. You live your life, enjoy it, take things easy. Sports entertains you. Meanwhile, I’m studying all the ways we can die, making myself miserable and devoting my life to fear and paranoia. However. If I’m right, and you were distracted enough to die early, if I’m one of the last ones in the stew pot, then I will be vindicated. And won’t you feel silly after you’re dead?
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