Meaningless Slogans 4- Superstitions.

Okay, in the first of these slogan rants, I mentioned how our culture is made up of slogans, and superstitions.

Well, now it's the superstitions turn.

Superstitions.

All of them are dumb, none of them are good for you.

Not a single fucking one.

First, there's the the obvious ones like horseshoes, lucky clovers, broken mirrors, black cats, ladders, etc.

And the biggest of all, of course, PRAYER!

But, the whole notion of prayer boils down to, and connects to, the basic idea that an unconnected event has an effect on another unconnected event.
Like, for example, lucky clothing and/or dances effecting the outcome of sporting events.

But, really, that's the core of how all superstitions operate.

Two unconnected things somehow being connected by the mind.
And it's always stupid shit.

*Ramming my thumb up my ass will give me good crops! The wise man told me!".

Clearly a haywiring of the brain going on there.

And not a single good thing has come out of ANY of it!
Well, one thing.
Lucky Charms cereal.
...no, wait, the cereal tastes like sawdust, that shit's gross.
Fuck you, Lucky Charms!
Honey Nut Cheerios is where it's at!
Honey Nut Cheerios is tha shit!

Okay, so not even fucking Lucky Charms cereal.

This shit has been with us for millenia, hasn't yielded one positive result in recorded human history.
I'd say it's about time to quit this shit.
Don't you?

No?

Why?

It's comforting? It feels good?
Shit, let's all take smack then.
Hmm?
No?
That's foolish?
Are you fucking kidding me?

As opposed to talisman waving?

And why IS it always a stupid ritual or fetish?
How come no one ever said...oh, I dunno, jerking off was lucky?

No, the religiots went and made jerking off fucking UNlucky!
What kind of loony bullshit reasoning is that??

Well, we had those nice Pagan religions that said fucking was lucky, but the Christians fucking killed all those people.

Fucking, a life affirming act that brings prosperity and joy?
Nah, fuck that, let's develop an unhealthy OCD fixation on a miniature representation of a guy nailed to a stick.
So much better.
And rational.

Come on, folks, how much longer are we going to do this shit?

You're not even ignorant, you KNOW this stuff is bullshit in your hearts.
You KNOW it.
It's not even a matter of credulity.
When you engage your brain, you KNOW it's all on the same level as lucky sweaters during the Superbowl, and birthday candle wishes.

ALL of it.

A universe tilted by lucky sweaters, and rabbit feet, and clovers, and well pennies, and crucifixes would be a batshit insane one!
It wouldn't even work!
All it would take, would be two contradicting wishes to make an explosion somewhere.

Life doesn't work that way, you know it doesn't work that way, it comes down to you WANT it to work that way.
It's a sad desperate wish.
But what good has any of it done?

It's not good for you.
Stop it.
For your own sanity, stop it.
Take a cold frosty swig of reality, that's what's good for you.

The reality is, prayer doesn't work, charms don't work, talismans don't work, luck doesn't work.
But that's a good thing.
It's a wonderful thing.
Because that means curses, and voodoo, and ju-ju, and hexes, and spells don't work either.
Dark forces of the cosmos aren't out to get you.
Stuff just happens.
Anyone who says otherwise is selling you false promises to control you.
Or else, they're a dupe passing along their delusion.
And THAT'S the dark force in the world.
BULLSHIT.

BULLSHIT is the bad mojo.

BULLSHIT is the hex put on your mind.

And superstition is a big bubbling ball of bullshit.

All of it.
All of it.
There isn't one single positive flavor of it to be had on this planet.
Stop looking.
It's not out there to be had.
It's not coming.

If it were out there, it would have transformed the world by now.
It hasn't.
It's made people do stupid chants and rituals.
That's it.
That's IT.

Let's use our imaginations for art and invention.
We don't need these extraneous wasteful behaviors to justify imagination.
There's a real world out there to purpose it to.

You wanna dance? Dance.
You wanna paint? Paint.
You don't need the boogeyman's permission.
You don't need the boogeyman's inspiration.
Just do it.
It's yours.
All yours, no one can take it.
Don't let 'em.
Cuz that's what the bullshitters really want.
To horn in on, and take your shit.
Cuz they don't have any.
That's where bullshit artists come from.
Fuck 'em. Leave 'em in their empty, artless, heartless misery.
That's where they always should have been.
They've been given too much power for too long.

So, stop it folks.

Let's all do that, eh?
How about it?

Let's have a nationwide war on bullshit starting with superstitions.
Come on, America, this one ain't even hard.
You don't have to collect anything door to door, you don't have to pick through your trash, you don't even have to get out of your fucking computer chair.

Just leave lots of comments on this post.
It'll enlarge your genitals.
;)


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