THE ANTI"BOB"

From: nu-monet <nothing@succeeds.com>

Date: Wed, 07 Mar 2001 10:06:02 -0700

1.
--Let us look each other in the face. We are SubGeniuses--
we know well enough how remote our place is. "Either snow
or sleet or gloom of night can stop us in our tracks". Even
Reverend Stang, in his day, knew that much about us.

Beyond the North, beyond the ice, above the ozone layer--
our life, our happiness...

We have discovered that happiness; we know the way; we got
our knowledge of it from thousands of years evolving from Yeti.
Who else has found it?--The pink of today?--"I don't know
either the way out or the way in; I am whatever's on teevee
tonight; Teevee sucks tonight; Who did you vote for?"--so
sighs the pink of today...

This is the sort of conspiracy that made us ill,--we sickened
on loser war, kowardly korporate kompromise, the whole virtuous
dirtiness of the modern Yea and Nay and Whatever Dude. This
tolerance and largeur of the heart that "forgives" everything
because it "understands" everything is a pain in the ass to us.

Rather live amid the vice than among modern p.c. virtues and
other such bullshit! . . . We were brave enough once; we spared
neither ourselves nor others, resulting in widespread casualties;
but we were a long time finding out where to direct our hate.
We grew dismal; they called us a fake cult. Our fate--it was the
fullness, the tension, the storing up of slack. We thirsted for
the destruction of the Earth; we kept as far as possible from
the "happiness" of employment, from "resignation" to the CON...

There was thunder in our farts; nature, as we embodied it,
became overcast, with a slight chance for rain later in the day
--for we had not yet found the way. The formula of our happiness:
a Yeti, an Xist, a bowl of 'Frop, and Wow...

2.
What is good?--Whatever augments the feeling of slack, the will
to slack off, slack itself, in Yetisyny.
What is evil?--Whatever takes our slack.
What is happiness?--The feeling of being slackful--that the
conspiracy is overcome. Not employment, but more slack; not
to be good little cogs in the machine, but a pain in the ass;
not virtue, but moral turpitude.
The mutant and the slackful shall flourish: first principle of
our religion. And we need "Bob" to help us do it.
What is more harmful than any vice?--going along to get along.

3.
The problem that I set here is not what shall replace merehumes
in the order of living creatures (--man is at an end--): but
what type of merehume must be bred, must be enslaved, as being
the most valuable, the most worthy of serving us, the most
reliable chattel for our purposes.

This more valuable type has appeared rarely enough in the past:
and always as a happy accident, as an exception, never as a
deliberately genetically modified servant. Very often it has
been precisely the most annoying; hitherto it has been almost
the annoyance of annoyances to Yetisyny;--and out of that
annoyance the contrary type has yet to have been recombined,
cultivated and attained: the domestic animal, the herd animal,
the sick brute-policepuppet; the Ivangelical pink toy.

4.
Merehumes surely do not represent an evolution toward a
better or stronger or higher level, as progress is now
understood. This "progress" is merely a modern idea, which
is to say, a false slack idea, proposed by the Conspiracy.
The merehume of today, in his essential worth, falls far
below the Lemur or the Wombat.

True enough, it succeeds in isolated and individual cases
in various parts of the earth and under the most widely
different cultures, and in these cases a higher type
certainly manifests itself; something which, compared to
mankind in the mass, appears as a sort of mutant superman.

Such happy strokes of high success have always been possible,
and will remain possible, perhaps, for all time to come.
Even whole races, tribes and nations may occasionally
represent such lucky accidents. They are singularly and
solely the result of recessive Yetisyny chromosomes coming
to the fore.

5.
We should not deck out and embellish humanity: it has waged
a war to the death against this higher type of mutant, it
has put all the deepest instincts of this type under its
ban, it has developed its concept of evil, of the Evil One
himself, out of these instincts--the Yetisyny as the typical
reprobate, the "outcast among men." Humanity has taken the
part of all the merehumes; it has made an ideal out of
antagonism to all the slackful behaviors; it has corrupted
and conspiracitorialized every institution, by representing
the highest abnormal values as sinful, as misleading, as full
of antisocialism.

6.
It is a painful and tragic spectacle that rises before me:
I have drawn back the curtain from the worthlessness of
merehumanity. These words, in my mouth, are "Fuck 'em if
they can't take a joke!", and are at least free from one
suspicion: that they involve an illegal action against
merehumanity. They are used--and I wish to emphasize the
fact again--without any legal implication. It is forbidden
to strike before the iron is hot.

And this is so far true that the worthlessness I speak of is
most apparent to me precisely in those quarters where there
has been most aspiration, hitherto, toward "cooperation" and
"conformity." As you probably surmise, I understand
worthlessness in the sense of an actual lack of decadence: my
argument is that all the values on which Yetisyny now fixes
its highest aspirations are decadence-values abhored by the
merehume world.

I call an animal, a species, an individual corrupt, when it
loses its pstench, when it chooses, when it prefers, what is
sensible to it. A history of the "higher feelings," the
"ideals of humanity"--and it is possible that I'll have to
write it--would almost explain why man is so degenerate. Life
itself appears to me as an instinct for growth, for survival,
for the accumulation of forces, for power, for slacking off:
whenever the will to slack off fails there is disaster. My
contention is that all the highest values of humanity have been
emptied of this will--the values of decadence, of nihilism, of
chaos.

--
"Violence in the pursuit of Greed is no Sin."

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