Treatise on Life.
For all you individuals who were lucky enough to have been preselected at birth into a lower caste and did not have the opportunity to attend the screwniversity, a treatise is just a fancy word for an essay. My first submission to dstb in over a year will allow me to write a series of such essays, all of them centring on how much most facets of modern life stink. If you do not like reading long winded complaints about the intrusive institutions that humans have to deal with everyday you should stop reading here. (A word to the wise, if you do stop reading go fuck yourself and piss up a rope).
The title of all of these writins’ was going to begin with the word FUCK and then the name of the target will follow immediately after. I chose this title system not because I thought it would be intelligent sounding or witty, but because the word fuck is a pretty good one. My limited background in linguistics allowed me to uncover the genesis of this word surprisingly easily. Apparently the term was coined in the mid 1980s by a graduate of the London School of Economics in London, Ontario named MC Ren. (Please refer to the Brodie Bruce page to see a picture of this esteemed individual.) He coined the term to help his band of merry rabble rousers (N.W.A.) rally around their leader when they were braving the harsh post Reagan business climate of southern California trying to successfully start a small computer company titled, appropriately enough, Wang. Upon closer thought, I have dropped this self made system of binomial nomenclature in exchange for short witty pun titles which will quickly move from being ijnsightful and funny to being an old crappy joke. (For a further explanation of why this happens see “Fuck myself”).
Enough musings on lexicon. Why such rage directed at such important and historically valued institutions like the police or the workplace? Well taken from the boys in dillinger four I “throw my hands up at this world sometimes”. This is a bit of an understatement because my arms seemed to have lost their colour and feeling from being held up constantly in disgust for the last five years. All of my writings will try to be tied together on what us common people can do to topple these institutions that have come to keep us down and turned us all into sheep. Stay tuned to this website for new writins’ all the time, at least until I get tired of writing and having my submissions critiqued and edited to death by the egomaniac that controls this site.