Michael Vick: Pariah or Messiah?
A critical look at the interrelationship between society and the Original Man.
I was doing some light reading as I watched the game last night when I stumbled upon a clue as to why I root for, am fascinated by, and thoroughly enjoy (if not completely identify with) the much-maligned, beaten down, and flawed entertainers of our generation. Michael Vick and his ilk, in your humble author’s perverted opinion, embody the tragedy that is the flawed Human Condition. These fallen and, sometimes broken, angels are the tragic characters in our weak and misunderstood script.
Ah yes. I know you, noble reader, and I know that as soon as the above premise, emotionally swollen and thoughtfully tangled, is revealed and allows you to slowly gain understanding, your pupils spreading across the whites of your eye like a droplet of wet ink on a fresh sheet of paper, scribbling your thoughts to me, that you will turn your head in disgust. Humor me, your old friend, and sneak a peek out of the corner of that little orb and let me show you what I mean.
These unfortunates I spoke of earlier, they are all creatures of an extraordinary talent. Sometimes the result of a rare and innate gift and other times the calculated result of hard work, focus, or determination, but always the reality is of an excellent ability that is unknown to the vast, vapid majority. What separates the graceful heroes of antiquity and our befallen contemporaries, beyond the luxury of time, which is extremely adroit at refinishing written history through expertly applied glossy coats of perfection over the chipped and grainy reality, is the bad luck of living in an overpopulated world where the majority of it’s denizens can only be classified as ignorant and weak.
This army of the weak strives to mute the individual, who is often viewed as an antagonist due to the nature of the organizational structure created by the weak masses, and conscript him to their ranks. We, the persecuted belligerents (ah, now you see how, by betraying my orientation, I can shine such lucid light on this unique perspective and motives therein.) - We, the persecuted belligerents- aggressive, open-minded, curious, courageous and all together truthful (to a clear fault) - while providing the fuel to move the machine forward, are, sometimes, beaten to dust and ash by the brute force of billions of agreed upon judgments, opinions and moralizations.
Now, how do these cheap and timid souls conquer the cutting edge? Good question and I am glad you asked. Let me first unsheathe for you a weapon in your fight to understand:
Any action in the name of morality, no matter what the driving emotion, is really just an attempt, varying from the thinly veiled to the obfuscated, to impose the will of the weak over the strong.
You see then that the ubiquitous moralizations drawn, like brackish water from an underdeveloped well, from our societies pervasive folk lore and (Christian) godly traditions, are released upon the dominant and truly noble men- those who act with an accurate sense of self worth, who do not need, nor seek, the herd’s approval, but instead act in accordance within his own self-subscribed values based in real time and couched in positive incentives- to drown them in negative light.
It is my position that, for the sake of the humanity I love, my befallen idols deserve the deepest of sympathies. In spite of, though admittedly, sometimes purposely, finding the course to be against the grain of societal pressures, they have the strength and integrity to define their own rules- to legislate their own personal laws- and the courage and the sense of purpose to Execute and Live. They have not only been overpowered and slain by our weak society, but, like Achilles’ dragging of Hector’s body around the walls of Troy for nine consecutive days, they are desecrated by our faux moral and chicly-Christian society.
This is why I rooted for Mike Vick yesterday. By rooting for those who You are told to hate, standing by the bewitched as You attempt to tie up and burn their careers, at (a) stake- for what? There is nothing of substance to gain. (see what I did there? That is tricky and a bit of written gymnastics). My vocal support for Michael Vick is not an admittance that I could give half a shit about fighting inferior animals, as some have surmised, but, simply, a show of solidarity for and support in an ever-evolving society of Masters.
Ookie- Get well soon.
I Remain,
Jonathan Gonnet, Original Man.
A critical look at the interrelationship between society and the Original Man.
I was doing some light reading as I watched the game last night when I stumbled upon a clue as to why I root for, am fascinated by, and thoroughly enjoy (if not completely identify with) the much-maligned, beaten down, and flawed entertainers of our generation. Michael Vick and his ilk, in your humble author’s perverted opinion, embody the tragedy that is the flawed Human Condition. These fallen and, sometimes broken, angels are the tragic characters in our weak and misunderstood script.
Ah yes. I know you, noble reader, and I know that as soon as the above premise, emotionally swollen and thoughtfully tangled, is revealed and allows you to slowly gain understanding, your pupils spreading across the whites of your eye like a droplet of wet ink on a fresh sheet of paper, scribbling your thoughts to me, that you will turn your head in disgust. Humor me, your old friend, and sneak a peek out of the corner of that little orb and let me show you what I mean.
These unfortunates I spoke of earlier, they are all creatures of an extraordinary talent. Sometimes the result of a rare and innate gift and other times the calculated result of hard work, focus, or determination, but always the reality is of an excellent ability that is unknown to the vast, vapid majority. What separates the graceful heroes of antiquity and our befallen contemporaries, beyond the luxury of time, which is extremely adroit at refinishing written history through expertly applied glossy coats of perfection over the chipped and grainy reality, is the bad luck of living in an overpopulated world where the majority of it’s denizens can only be classified as ignorant and weak.
This army of the weak strives to mute the individual, who is often viewed as an antagonist due to the nature of the organizational structure created by the weak masses, and conscript him to their ranks. We, the persecuted belligerents (ah, now you see how, by betraying my orientation, I can shine such lucid light on this unique perspective and motives therein.) - We, the persecuted belligerents- aggressive, open-minded, curious, courageous and all together truthful (to a clear fault) - while providing the fuel to move the machine forward, are, sometimes, beaten to dust and ash by the brute force of billions of agreed upon judgments, opinions and moralizations.
Now, how do these cheap and timid souls conquer the cutting edge? Good question and I am glad you asked. Let me first unsheathe for you a weapon in your fight to understand:
Any action in the name of morality, no matter what the driving emotion, is really just an attempt, varying from the thinly veiled to the obfuscated, to impose the will of the weak over the strong.
You see then that the ubiquitous moralizations drawn, like brackish water from an underdeveloped well, from our societies pervasive folk lore and (Christian) godly traditions, are released upon the dominant and truly noble men- those who act with an accurate sense of self worth, who do not need, nor seek, the herd’s approval, but instead act in accordance within his own self-subscribed values based in real time and couched in positive incentives- to drown them in negative light.
It is my position that, for the sake of the humanity I love, my befallen idols deserve the deepest of sympathies. In spite of, though admittedly, sometimes purposely, finding the course to be against the grain of societal pressures, they have the strength and integrity to define their own rules- to legislate their own personal laws- and the courage and the sense of purpose to Execute and Live. They have not only been overpowered and slain by our weak society, but, like Achilles’ dragging of Hector’s body around the walls of Troy for nine consecutive days, they are desecrated by our faux moral and chicly-Christian society.
This is why I rooted for Mike Vick yesterday. By rooting for those who You are told to hate, standing by the bewitched as You attempt to tie up and burn their careers, at (a) stake- for what? There is nothing of substance to gain. (see what I did there? That is tricky and a bit of written gymnastics). My vocal support for Michael Vick is not an admittance that I could give half a shit about fighting inferior animals, as some have surmised, but, simply, a show of solidarity for and support in an ever-evolving society of Masters.
Ookie- Get well soon.
I Remain,
Jonathan Gonnet, Original Man.
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