Shaving Your Ass With a Lawnmower

The focus for Stoic Week Day 4 is Community, as I live as a virtual recluse, only stepping outside for flapjack and/or crime fighting, it has been difficult to test myself in this regard.

That said I would still find it difficult if I had been surrounded by people, as in general most people irritate like a sand crab your underwear.

Stoics view everyone as their brother or sisters, which conceptually I understand.

However I find it difficult to believe that I am related to anyone who read anything published by News Corp, or indeed that Rupert Murdoch is an actual human being.

This lunchtimes meditative exercise was to close my eyes and picture my immediate family, Minioutatownstrange, Mrs OT Strange and Kitty OT Strange, then expand this circle to the gap toothed gypsy neighbours, then the drunks outside the corner shop, then the sack of shit City Counsellors, then the shit shovelling twats in the UK Parliament, then the habitual wankers in the US Senate turning back the clock to instate a woman primed to remove women’s right to chose…you get the point.

To be fair this wasn’t the actual point of the exercise, it is however close to a point I was making earlier in the week in regards to selfish cunts.

As I wrote yesterday revenge and such thinking is ultimately self destructive, but if some privileged fucks choose to turn the society into a live action dystopian theme park – with fewer laughs. Surely they should treated with the same consideration as folk who still hold onto some sense their humanity and sense of community?

Politician’s have always been considered lying pieces of shit, only now they are not only happy to lie and cheat, but to effectively steal from our pockets and then ask us for rent.

I suspect that a true stoic would take a step back and see this all part of some grand universal plan, although I struggle to believe that this plan would involve life on earth becoming worse than any eternal hell.

My book One Hell of a Week suggests that Hell actually gets its ideas for eternal punishment from the living, I had not intended it to become a prophecy.

I am not a religious person as such, religion and dogma are like shaving your ass with a lawn mower when it comes to your own spirituality.

All the time we are focused on the other than that which is outside of us we will always be miserable. That said why should we stand in stoic silence whilst the lunatics running the asylum start shitting in our mouths?

I do not have the patience for fate to do its work, my blood is boiling and my fists are getting twitchy.