Still Morally Empty

My friend and I went to the Holy Land on Saturday night and were impressed with its expansion. Across the road from the India district now lies a festering hotbed of desperation, populated by unwashed masses who are easily the scum of Asia. The denizens stank up its alleys, and groups of blackamoors thronged the dank narrow passage, ogling at the merchandise that were selling for $20 – 30 apiece. We had to literally hold our breath as we gave the goods a cursory inspection. There is truly no benevolent and caring god; moral strictures do not exist in that diseased area of venomous vice and shattered dreams. Yet there is a kind of liberation in despondency and surrender, a resignation that binds together an ostracized brotherhood, a refreshing honesty that goes beyond manufactured morality and hypocritical facades. One cannot help admiring the sheer entrepreneurship that allowed shrewd business people to see the potential in abject misery, and to fill this broken niche with equally broken fulfillment.

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Chicken called me at work. He said that it was a bitch working with Police Car on the same machine. The rest of the people were goldbricking in the crew room, leaving the structure trade to prepare for the commencement of the rectification. Poor Chicken had to get the technical publications and tools himself while Police Car was telling another colleague how virtuous that Thai slut of his was. Apparently she rejected a suitor who drove a ‘big Mercedes’. The person to whom he was crapping naturally admonished him for being naïve, as is the wont these days.

Hoping to patch things up, Chicken told the ‘carrot’ that I miss hearing from him. The carrot remained silent. I told my friend that it was really stupid falling out with your mates over some Thai gold-digger, considering he did not even get to have sex with her. He agreed Police Car is a loser. I am not the only person who lectured him regarding this sordid affair, but somehow I seem to be the one he is most pissed off at. Maybe he is sore that once again, this avowed atheist is right. And every time I get it right, it is like a hammer blow struck against his piddling faith. If he still does not come to his senses, I may expound Satanism to him. It should wake him up…but then, maybe not.