I Came From the North

Yes, poetry. Gay, right?

Wait, no, let me correct that.

Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay.

Anyway, here it is because I felt I needed to post something!


I came from the North,
Through aged towns and broken villages,
Ever mindful to stay wary of those old cities.

I would ask what was and what happened,
Always would I be evaded of an answer,
The pride of those sundered people unable to bear the load upon their tongues.

This land had been verdant and plenty,
Its greenery and beauty still shining through the ruin,
Untouched for so long by the potential of these men of varied homelands.

Ever did they warn of those old cities,
In them bandits and men of ill intent and means they warned,
But for one of those old cities I did not heed this dire warning.

From afar I saw the temple city across the river,
Its citadels and monuments hard-touched by centuries’ age,
Those of hewn stone and old only marred but those youngest and of steel scorched and ruined.

Upon a mossy pond stood a great preservation of this kingdom of men,
Its white spire still reaching skyward as the hopes of these people once had,
I could only marvel at its state so relatively unharmed by the hateful glare of forgotten history.

In the frigid cold and among the blossoming trees I approached it,
Its stony silence managing to warm my heart and stir my soul through the ages,
As I approached I saw upon its base a chiselled message only slightly more fresh than the spire:

In this land lived people of greatness,
Together we toiled and strived,
We offered each-other opportunity and hope.

For the sacrifice of our forebears we were born,
For earnest work we succeeded,
For deleterious hatred of those successful we fell.

Once we and this city were as a beacon to all men,
Those who loved our home nation for our strength,
Those who hated it for our will and freedom.

We stood against the tyrant and the inequitable,
We stood aside the free and the willing,
We stood for the oppressed and the maligned.

In the greatest of times we rose as a singular power above all others,
Forgetful though we were all greatness is ephemeral,
Unprepared though we were for when times would turn dark.

As our burning torch flickered in harsh wind we turned inward,
We forgot what birthed our success and greatness,
We forgot what wars of both blood and philosophy we fought.

So much power given to so few atop the dais across this pond,
So many freedoms stripped from common men of all classes,
So hated were those who had toiled and succeeded.

Times darkened and the torch flickered still in that forbidding night,
The hate of the masses grew as we tore down the towers of our greatest men,
We forgot whom had built those towers and upon whom they would fall.

The world darkened with us bringing war and fear,
Those who sided with us for convenience turned away from us first,
Soon enough to follow were those across the world we thought kindred and true.

Further still we slipped and chaos beckoned,
Even lesser men than the first of fascist way and fallacious hope rose,
So much power we gave them and so much they took in lust.

The many states once closely knit under our banner crumbled and fell,
Only then did we know the true darkness in the heart of men,
Only then did we know the true enemy would come from within.

We mourn so long our lost home and greatest calling,
Its lofty goals and achievements forever destroyed by ludicrous thought,
Forgotten so readily were science and reason by the will of the politician.

It is best that we be forgotten,
We had been a beacon and singular hope,
We ended as man’s greatest failing alone in the darkest night.

Under that spire and desperate script I slept,
So troubled by the forgotten and ruinous plight,
Its great influence and forgotten past weighing upon my mind.

In that coldest night amid the blossoming trees I faltered,
Together with this lost nation I share a fate,
So too did I come to my death in this darkest and coldest night.

Unforgiveable Ignorance

Actually, this is stupidity.

If you're too damn lazy to look at the link (you're going to hate this post shortly), take a look at this picture that I definitely took from the article:


Now you may say, "Well Nameth, those numbers don't look all bad! Who really needs to know what Tim 'Turbo Tax' Geithner's job is? Much less the unemployment rate, what automaker is not getting billions of dollars to fund union pensions, who's determining the ultimate short- and mid-term fate of the economy (Bernanke), what the Dow (the standard barometer of the American economy) is doing, the regional standing of two of the more turbulent nations on the planet, what Obama is going to do in a war he won the Presidency with pure gleaming rhetoric involving, and how many of our own soldiers have died in the hopes of stabilising the scorching, sandy, hostile Hell-hole that is the Middle-East."

You're right. Who really needs to know that? Nobody who votes, that's for sure.

For the ultimate in disgust, take their ultra-simple, twelve-question quiz and you had best feel horror at the breakdown of the numbers you get afterwards. Spoilers: It's pretty bad, and people under 30 are dumber than you thought.

Misanthropy and Ironic

Why I hate Wikipedia.

Let me make something very clear, these people do an excellent job of describing high school, Hot Topic, and generally horseshit misanthropy. This thing is written like a fucking middle-school report on douchebags. You think you're a misanthrope? That's fine, but understand this: You probably are not.

The majority of people who claim to be misanthropes are the stereotypical misanthrope. They want to pretend to be Gregory House, they think it's fun to be a surly asshole who writes off massive swaths of mankind as worthless beyond keeping the utilities working. They really, honest-to-God, want to be that guy who seems to just not care about his fellow man. Yet, ironically, this is a world view born out of a reaction to being a social failure.

Mr. Hyde (I'm mentioning him because he's mentioned in the article) is not a misanthrope, he is a sociopath. People without remorse, inhibitions, and any social mores are not capable of functioning. They are insane.

Ebenezer Scrooge is not a misanthrope either. He showed no love for anyone and is merely a pinnacle of greed and pride. He hated other people because he felt he was superiour to him, not because of any inherent, grand failing of humans as a whole.


A true misanthrope is someone who has taken a long, hard look at humanity for any number of reasons. This person sees the flaws, corruption, stupidity, animalistic nature, backstabbing, and passive-aggression of humans and they generally dislikes, if not hate, what they see. Often, misanthropes seperate themselves from other people because other people remind the misanthrope that they as well are human, and that surrounded by other humans their own human flaws become more present. A true misanthrope is someone who sees the human condition as wholly negative; a grave, vile downside to the existence of society.

This is not to say the misanthrope is loveless. Misanthropes often have great passions that don't involve people, a human without love for something cannot be sane. Misanthropes often have at least some number of friends, as well. Human interaction is vital to the maintainance of sanity. The misanthrope does not see themselves as inhuman, emotionless, or really even any better than anyone else (except for the fact that they've managed to figure out the great hoax of human virtue). They can usually admit there are upsides to humans, and that the people they keep close are the "good among the bad".


Back to my original point: If you're going to post on Wikipedia, if you can't cite a source for your bullshit philosophical waxing, don't fucking post.