Pirate Kitty said:
kman123 said:
True LOVE cannot be found in a game.
For you. You are not the entirety of human beings.
WARNING: Extremely lengthy, yet observational, post.
Here's something I learned about "Love" from Wild ARMs...
Love - The ability to protect what is precious.
This comes with a dual catch - what is precious and if you can protect it. Now, allow me to share my view on this. As a hopeful comedian-to-be, this is one of my bits.
Now, WHAT exactly is precious? Your belongings? The things you supposedly own? Like your vehicle? Well, if you think that, lemme put that in perspective for you. Let's take your vehicle and put in the middle of a barren place. Then, we drop a bowling ball, an anvil, a desk, the Liberty Bell, Mount Rushmore, six skyscrapers, a pregnant hippo, the flaming corpse of Jerry Falwell and the gay Teletubby onto your precious fucking car. Then what're gonna do? BUY A NEW FUCKING CAR! One that looks just like it. But without that annoying tick in the engine that you could never figure out what it was.
Now, you might say "Water is precious!" Well, indeed you might. We are, after all, comprised of roughly 75%-80% water. We need a minimum amount of it to regulate and keep our bodies running somewhat normally. But if you think it's so fucking precious........ask BP. Betcha THEY don't think it's precious. Or the military or other companies that continually put crap in the water and underground water resevoirs that keep people like Erin Brokovich employed until well in her 160s. Ask them how precious THEY think the water is.
Then comes the ultimate kicker......life. People think LIFE is precious. People! Heh, wonderful lil creatures aren't they? What do they do? They KILL! Each other! Sometimes in a wondrous spectacle of sound and fireworks. Over what? God. The leading cause of death amongst humans.....is something they dreamt up in the first place! Gee, I wonder what will happen first - people will stop killing each other over "God" or the discovery that there's no more room for cemetaries? Life's precious....right. And when they're not killing each other over incoherent reasonings about divinity and ancient tribal shit, THEN they kill themselves through various poisons - overuse of certain drugs, defiling the planet and then eating from it and going to McDonalds. Now, you say that YOUR life is precious. OK...but from whose point of view are you speaking? Surely there are other people out there who think your life is DEFINITELY NOT precious. Remember those nutty religious people? Let's forget them for a moment. Take a look at me. Me! Do you believe I think your life is precious? Hey, I'm a comedian! It's either I kill you or I bomb. So, survival of the fittest motherfuckers! But, there is a fair argument that you, being alive, feel that your life is precious. Fair enough, I'll give you that. However! There's that dual catch, remember? Your life may be precious, but can you protect it? No you can't! You can prolong it, and I'd love to see the statistics on that actually being a good thing. I'm pretty sure that if George W. Bush ended up an abortion, the world would have breathed a collective sigh of relief. Pretty damn sure of it. Right along with Adolf Hitler, Princess Camilla, Justin Beiber, Lady Gaga, Katy Perry and the cast of Jersey Shore.
So, then if life does not fall into the category of "love", then what does? What is precious that you CAN protect? Hey! What about the Constitution of the United States of America? That's precious isn't it? Especially to those soulless, honorless, yuppie cocksuckers we call politicians. They can't HELP but mention how precious it is. Well, folks, I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news...but, uh...George W. Bush was right on that count. It IS just a piece of goddamned paper. But, what's ON that piece of paper? Besides 200+ year old ink. Ideas! Hey, ideas, man! Are ideas precious? If they are based on positive construction WITHOUT infringing on life or the right to choose how to live - you better believe they are. And can they be protected? Through use and practice and extolling of their basic virtues - you better believe they are. And dreams! Dreams are the same deal. Martin Luther King had a dream, didn't he? That was most certainly precious to him and those that believed in its virute. And can it be protected? Through use and practice and extolling of the basic virtues that the dream was consisted of. You betcha.
Now, a true story about "love", without setting fire to Jerry Falwell's corpse - when I was in high school, I dated a young woman. This young woman told me of a dream she had. She said that, one day, she wanted to play in the Major Leagues. (Baseball for those who didn't catch on) This young woman, who had about a graceful a swing as a rabid charging rhino with a lit roman firecracker up its ass, no running ability, but decent glove skills, said her dream was to be in the MLB one day. What I did, ladies and gentlemen, now that I look back on that moment, was the most brutal and barbarically insensitive thing I could've done at the time.
I laughed. BWAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I laughed! I laughed???
Well, here's how the thought went at the time (and yes, I know - Young man. Tried to think. Please forgive this transgression upon the universe.) - this woman, who would've had to basically change her body to look like Chyna from the WWE to play in the MLB, increase her baseball skills to untold levels, would've basically had to have performed the near impossible. But over time, I realized that her dream meant so much more. A woman in the MLB - equality amongst genders in sports, should one achieve such a level. And that gradually morphed into the realization that one day the girls could, and rightfully deserve to, beat the boys. Is that dream precious? To those that realize this world has been sexist in favor of men for far too long? You better believe it is. And can you protect it? By extolling the basic virtue and principle that, though minor differences persist, we are all equal in life and equal in love? You betcha, goddamnit. And you gotta love it.
End post.