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Here is my first chapter. Let me warn you that it starts out extremely offensive but please give it a chance and read the whole thing. I'm just trying to break taboos and be shocking. Some of the issues will be addressed in a section of Chapter 3 entitled 'Racism meme'. So here it is, enjoy.
Chapter 1: Backwards Day
“Have you ever noticed that inbred Mexicans look like Neanderthals?”
Damion Gilmore was talking to his friends at the local all-night diner, Scotterson’s, located in the good city of _______. He would often say offensive things like that, just for effect.
“All right, I’ve gotta leave,” said Milo, one of the group that would hang out all night at the diner.
“I’m not racist; just give me a chance to finish.” Damien was an average looking white guy, the proverbial WASP majority of White America. His WASP brown hair had bangs long enough to go over his thick eyebrows and look cool. His deep eyes stared across the table, thinking of what to say. Tonight he happened to be wearing his novelty blue Super Mario Bro.s t-shirt, very much of the emo variety, a plain brown jacket with comfortable tight jeans. No underwear.
This was the little group of college kids he would waste time with, this class of early twenties-aged people that hailed from the suburbs that would go to diners and drink coffee all night (although Damion wasn’t so much one to drink coffee) and debate about all manner of intellectual nonsense. Some lived with their parents, Damien didn’t but he didn’t move out until he was twenty, just recently. They would be in a perpetual state of part-time college, eternally taking useless classes and would never have any plans on what to do with their life. And they never had girlfriends. Semi-typical loser generation
”Actually I totally agree,” said Raymond Elder, in his high-pitched yet dignified voice. Ray Elder was certainly one curious individual. Evil Ray, as he was sometimes called, would not spend his time at Scotterson’s on most free nights, so this was a special treat. He usually spent his time manipulating young women to have sex with him. He was inbred Irish himself, and looked it; with the orange-red hair (but of course died black, and long), pale freckled skin, and he was also extremely skinny/anorexic. He was wearing black, and smoking a cigarette. Newports, which didn’t really fit him.
“Well you would,” replied Milo.
“Listen, I admit that I am snobby in that I have contempt for the masses. But that’s their fault for being so stupid. Anyways I’m not really racist, just hear me out. I have a new systems theory. I think that there is more inbreeding in the world than we know about. I read and article—,” said Damion.
“’You read an article’, your classic line,” said Milo.
“Shut up you. Anyways, I read an article recently about how in Europe, in the bad neighborhoods, incest is a problem. And this is obviously bad all over the third world. So why not here in Middle America too? I think one reason why poor people in the ghetto are so ugly sometimes is because of this. I think that is when people start to look like cartoon exaggerations of their respective ethnicity. Their’s the stereotype of rednecks with buck teeth and no chin. There’s Asian people with the extra-slanted eyes and also overbite buck teeth. Jews that are just way too Jewish looking. People with unibrows. And of course there are black people that look like apes.”
“Okay now that’s how you’re going to get people mad at you,” said Milo, ever the voice of reason.
“You all know what I’m talking about but are just afraid to say it. Not all black people, just the very ugly, very ghetto. C’mon Milo, back me up.” Milo also happened to be the proverbial black friend.
“I am just going to stay neutral. But lots of third world ghetto people look messed up because of malnourishment, stuff like that. Not necessarily what you’re saying,” he answered.
“Oh well. What my wrong theory states is that humans are devolved through incest. Though I have read some articles that say that incestual births are not as bad as people think but I will disregard that. Actually another one has just come to mind: in Japan there was a study done that showed people that were the offspring of cousins had lesser grades than others on average. That definitely backs me up.”
Raymond had to butt in, “I can guarantee that inbred Japanese were still better educated than the average American, which just shows the utter incompetence of the American education system. I will still contend that Asians are more evolved than whites.” Where blacks fell on that scale was implicitly obvious. Raymond’s innate racism was very curious, considering he listened to lots of rap music.
“No, that’s not true, Asian people are mixed whites and blacks, according to the sociological evidence that I’ve heard. But believe what you will, that’s the point isn’t it? Let me get back on topic: If inbreeding causes devolved humans, for reasons of increased probability of genetic diseases, than the most evolved one can get, especially in the realm of probabilities, is to breed with opposite races as much as possible. Mixed people and mixed systems are the most evolved. It’s all about genetic and memetic diversity. In fact diversity is my over-all point.”
“Oh now all of a sudden you’re a multi-culturalist. That’s a bizarre stretch for you,” said Milo.
“I’m no multi-culturalist, you know that. I don’t believe that all cultures are equal in the slightest. Please don’t get me started on that. But I have still concluded that diversity in systems is necessary for evolution. Here’s a good historical example. In the great meta-history book Guns, Germs, and Steel the author had a good interpretation of how China fell. It was all about idea diffusion. The problem was that medieval China was too vast and organized and there wasn’t enough idea diversity. When one government, such as the bureaucratic Manchurians, had a bad idea on how the nation should work the entire country would suffer until a new idea would come along. I think China almost had a good system briefly but then were replaced by the screwed-up communist structure.”
Milo interrupted, “I got a theory on China too. I think that only-childs are raised the best and when selfish parents, who only like their kids when they’re babies, have more kids it dilutes the energy put forth to do a decent job parenting. Hell, most of my siblings are pretty stupid. The theory is also a good excuse for why I’m such a waste. Anyways, the commie one child policy of China will force this generation to be hardcore successes. Damion may not be a fan of government social engineering, but its gotta get results eventually. Only there will be less of them, but it’s not like China’s going to run out of people any time soon. So that’s my own new theory.”
“I have always supported government social engineering,” Raymond said.
“Interesting, but we’re getting off topic,” Damion the egotistical said, for only his theories could be the topic. “My main points: since what I’m saying is that a Darwinian market place of ideas is important to have good ideas evolve, I think this can be directly related to the state of America today. One of America’s strong points is the system of state’s rights that is perfect for idea diffusion to take place. Diversity is needed for the cross-pollination needed for evolution. But the monolithic federal big government has totally let down that system. Why can’t California be socialist and New Hampshire be libertarian? Then just wait and see which turns out better.” At this time period he was going through his libertarian phase.
“The method of systems evolution through idea diffusion and diversity has now been well established, right? Now let me get to the other point.” Damion took out a paper, the kid’s menu that he had earlier been doodling on, and his pen. He drew a thick dot on the bottom and had it web out by drawing other points and connecting them going up. Then he drew fewer dots on the top and had the multiple dots line up to just a few, connecting.
“I think this stands for the human races, and for art. The specific type of art will be comic book art, since I happen to be an expert on that. First there were the original humans. There were less of them so they had to inbreed. When there were more people they split apart, migrating all over the earth. They were fruitful and multiplied with people that looked like them, creating ethnic groups.”
“You know what, what are races and ethnic groups anyways?” said Milo. “I’ve been thinking about that. I totally support mixing the races. Ethnic groups are basically people that look like each other. In fact, by being Americans we think groups are more different than they do in other countries. In other countries where everyone looks alike they find dumb super-minor differences to be racist over. They love their own race but hate the next closest group that looks just like them. Look at the Palestinians/Israelis and the Hutus/Tutsis. I can’t tell the difference between them. I think there’s a nasty incest instinct of the stupid and devolved, and it should be suppressed. What are ethnic groups if not people that have similar facial features, as in looking like they’re in the same family! My point: let’s create a superior race of mixed Americans! Get the government to force it on us and it could be reverse Nazism.” Milo could get worked up in silly causes sometimes.
“Man, you just want the white girls! That’s a stretched rationalization,” snapped Raymond.
“Hell yeah niggaz! But I still liked that theory.”
“I’m in total agreement,” agreed Damion. “But I think the process works in cycles. After peoples get spread out they are bred into different races. But then technological advances occur and peoples then come together. Hmmm, if it’s in cycles I guess its happened before. Maybe it happened with ancient Atlantis and then with the Demiurge it started again. Pretty soon the world will end, as we all can sense, and it will start anew. It is a slow process, but its how it has to work for evolution. Does that make sense?”
“It may, but it lacked any reference to the field of comics,” said Ray, who then proceeded to blow Newport smoke across the table.
“What was that?”
“Oh you bastard,” quipped Milo. “I didn’t want to hear any of that nerd crap. Now that you brought it up he’ll never shut up about comic books.”
“Shut up you’re a nerd too,” said Damion.
“But I’m a cool nerd, you just take it too far,” Milo said.
“But Damion always has the most interesting things to say about all manner of topics. I for one would very much like to hear it,” Raymond’s pretentious dialogue could get very annoying at times.
“Ahem-- Since I am such an expert on all things comic book, I think that it should be the appropriate avenue for a history or art example that follows this systems theory. Beginning: the modern comic form was created around the early twentieth century/late nineteenth century. Over history it evolved in relative isolation in two main places: the U.S., or more so the West (actually there was a degree of crosspollination between American and European styles, but let me get to my greater point) and the other place being that great nation of comic lovers, Japan. They evolved in separate directions. Then ever so slowly in the eighties or so they were introduced to each other. And then in the nineties came the explosion of Westerner gaijin doing American comics with a Japanese manga style. That explosion is continuing to build up now and likely will in the future. Although the isolationist Japanese culture probably will be much more apprehensive to ever adopt Western styles in their works. There are exceptions but I’m talking about over-all trends. Of course, the super-hero genre is so inbred it is hard enough for outsiders in the English speaking world to understand, but that’s neither here not there. The point is that what happened in America is this process of continuous inbreeding to evolve a distinct art form, and then an interbreeding with a different inbred form to create an even higher evolved form of art. At least in my opinion the combined forms have a lot of potential to evolve the whole art form in a drastic way. And if you doubt any of the above, just ask Scott McCloud (which is in reference to his Understanding Comics that states much of this).
“I guess there are some kinks in the theory in regards to that analogy. Such as that an inbreeding did evolve not devolve. But only in one or lesser directions? There is diversity of styles in every culture, but an even greater diversity in different cultures? I don’t know.”
“Your whole theory is a moot point because it doesn’t take into account the inbreeding of those that have controlled the world and continue to do so,” said Raymond.
“You mean like royalty? Well for one thing it shows that there is a destructive incest instinct that some apparently have. But it hurts them. The Habsburgs are a good example, with the blood disease they had from it. Look how ugly Prince Charles is, he’s hella inbred. But him and his ilk don’t rule the world now, right? They didn’t catch up with the evolution of the world.”
“Do you really think Blue Bloods don’t control much more than they appear to? How naïve.” His condescending tone was even more annoying when it looked like he didn’t know what he was talking about.
“Ray’s just saying that because he wants to be part of the ruling cabal, ya inbred Mc,” Milo said.
He responded only by raising an eyebrow and slowly puffing his cigarette, paused, then blowing the smoke in everyone’s faces in a poseur dignified way. It was as if he hinted that Milo may not have been entirely inaccurate.
“Whatever. Though I bet some good analogies could be made with music as an example though. Well at least it’s a good start for a theory, huh?” Damion said.
“Yes, too bad you’re never going to continue on with it after tonight,” said Raymond.
“Yeah. I’ll be lucky to just write down what I’ve already said.”
“Hey, be proud,” said Milo. “You have successfully connected ugly ghetto people, incest, the fall of China, the fall of America, state’s right’s, white people drawing manga, and why race-mixing is so good. If anything you’re good at connecting everything to everything. And isn’t that what it’s all about?”
“Well, I do happen to be good at that. It’s what I do.”
three hours earlier
The darkness and gleaming lights on the highway can be a beautiful thing indeed. But there was no nostalgia as Damion Gilmore sped along the I-75 South as he had a thousand times before. He felt relief that he was leaving his shit job which he felt only hatred and contempt for, and those strong feelings of hatred were especially directed at the people who surrounded him for those hellish eight hours.
“The liberal elite media have distorted this story once again/click/five to three, there goes the ball!/click/.” He gave up on the AM stations and turned to the local college radio station. “Aaah, perfect,” he pleasingly said to the sounds of a pop punk band that he couldn’t quite place. Damion often listened to radio and rarely used the barely-working-as-is tape player. He liked the unpredictability of not knowing what would be on next and the challenge of finding anything halfway decent. Most importantly it was a great method of absorbing culture. All of the AM and FM stations of note were programmed in and he would frantically channel surf so as to listen to two or three things at once, and of course always changing channels during commercials. Pop music, talk radio (which was a good way to keep up with current events, being that news with an obvious opinion is so much less boring than dry, hard news, but one must always listen defensively to make sure the talk radio doesn’t do the thinking for you. Many people let it), hard rock stations, and “underground” radio.
The car smelled bad. It was inhumanely cluttered with crap that needed to be organized. But Damion was finally happy today. Soon he would be among friends.
twelve hours earlier
Damion Gilmore awoke on his old mattress on the floor in his small apartment to find that it was only an hour after his alarm went on and was subsequently turned off. Oh how he didn’t want to get up to piss. He looked again at the blinding red numbers.
11:55
Good. He successfully woke up before noon. As long as he doesn’t fall back asleep yet again. He didn’t. MTV was playing the same old crap. The TV was on while he slept; Damion could not sleep without noise. Other times the radio would be on all night. He needed to be in a constant state of absorbing information.
His dreams were vague memories that he couldn’t really recall. He could remember remembering his dreams, but could never remember them directly.
The room was just as messy as his car, half of the bedroom filled with both books and comic books. There were CDs scattered around as well. A very diverse taste he had, from gangsta rap to punk rock to classic rock to girlie singer-songwriters to prissy Projekt Records goth. This varied collection represented his personality in that it had a total lack of focus. Sooner or later he would clean up the mess. It was different than the car because it was a mess but it was a highly organized mess. One reason why he procrastinated cleaning. ‘It’s always better to be organized than to be clean’ was one of his sayings.
After channel surfing long enough to see that nothing was worth watching (as if that was unusual), stopping at cartoons, music videos, and the twenty-four hour news channels, he decided to make this morning a productive one. There were still a few hours left until work that should be used wisely. How should he be productive? There wasn’t really time to properly work out, something he tried to do semi-regularly. Studying Chinese was something he did not have time to do properly either. (Chinese was one of the only college classes that he took right now. It was concluded that he should learn some language while he was young enough to do so. Asian girls are hot so he chose Chinese.) So instead he just decided to read. He read from the stack of unread comics, your basic Marvel/DC super-hero ones. Then an hour spent reading Kabbalah of the Golden Dawn, a book he understood little of but was most persistent to finish. Why must all Kabbalah books, even the so-called introductory ones, always be written in such a way that only insiders are meant to understand what the hell they’re talking about?
Time to go. Uh-oh, forgot to shower; that will have to be covered up with too much deodorant for today. Also haven’t even eaten yet; Taco Bell on the way will do.
“Work friggen’ sucks.” |
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