THE NEW SOCIETY

Let's say the world was going to come to an end soon.

Is there something wrong with that?

Is there something wrong with nuclear annihilation, the megadeaths of billions upon millions of human beings, and the destruction of everything we, as a race of beings, have worked on so hard for the past who-knows-how-long?

I wouldn't be sad.

For one thing, knowing my luck, I'd survive a nuclear holocaust. I'd mutate, thanks to fallout, into a three-armed, six testicled, five penis-having supermonster whose only role in the New Society is to procreate and spread his seed in order to rebuild the population of the world.

What a world it would be: all of the world's population would be my sires. I would be like Adam, in a weird, psychedelic Garden of Eden, where I'd name the animals according to my own whims (and also according to how they mutated)-- you don't wanna know what I'd name them. You think Ligers and Wolphins are odd? Just you wait until the end of the world...

Who would be my Eve? Any woman whose uterus is still functioning... possibly a mutated uber-uterus that can incubate up to a dozen eggs at a time.

The first order of business, after repopulating the earth, would be to go to Washington D.C. or Camp David or wherever it is that the leaders of the world hid out to save their sorry asses... and kill them with my army of mutated babies.

Any Secret Service men still around would be no match against my horde of bloodthirsty, cannibalistic spawn, all of whom would answer to me and only me, their Father, their fearless, three-armed leader. I'd castrate George W. Bundy and incinerate his scrotal baggage to ensure that his reptilian ancestry never gets passed on to the New Society that will arise out of the ashes of the Old World.

All of my subsequent writings ('cause you know that, with three arms, I'd be writing a lot more than I do right now) would be compiled in a book that would replace The Bible as the spiritual guide for all of humanity... except I would put a disclaimer at the beginning that would state that nothing contained within its bindings should be taken seriously.

I say all of this because I woke this morning from a beautiful dream where I met and fell in love with a kind-hearted porn star who loved me for who I am... only to hear the babblings and trappings of people stricken with fear.

I watched TV and recoiled in disgust at the notion of global idolatry, evident in the obsessive coverage of Pope Benedict XVI.

I browsed online and read up on prophecies and predictions for the end of the world from people who don't seem to realize that the end of the world has been coming since long before I was even born.

I recall all the Y2K hysteria about a pentad ago... very rational and sensible people bought into that horseshit. I didn't.

I was raised in a fundamentalist Christian household, where concepts like the Book of Revelations and the Rapture all got equal play. I have yet to see what it all means.

Yes, it may seem like the world is going to hell in a handbasket right now, but just you wait...

Fox News Channel will change their tune.

The Bush family will go away, hopefully forever.

The world will not end, unless it's in the manner I described above.

People will be less afraid.

That paradigm shift in 2012? It will be postponed by the same astrologers and magicians who said that the world will end in 1997.

I will live to be 99 years old, and I will laugh at all of you for being so afraid of the very real notion of a little radioactivity and lawlessness in the wake of World War III.

Fuck World War III-- I'm afraid of World War VI, because I will be too old and conservative to care at that point.

Right now, I'm young, and I want to fuck and smoke and drink and party and live and work and fall in love and love back and all of that....

I ain't got time to think about the end of the world.

Besides, it's not the end of THE world that we fear-- it's the end of OUR PERSONAL worlds that we are so adamant against.

We are afraid that, in the post-apocalyptic landscape, there won't be any TiVo, or ATM machines, or even a simple dial-up service for your by-then obsolete laptop.

I am looking forward to mankind stepping backwards, regressing to a time when things were harder, more dangerous, less certain...

It would be a fitting end to a disastrous attempt, on our parts, to prove to the other intelligent life forms in the Universe that we deserve to know the answers to the questions of all existence.

Wouldn't it?

I'm in a rare mood today: happy and yet totally giving in to my sardonic impulses.

btw: I made up a music page. Here's the URL-- www.myspace.com/nsupply...

These are my own songs. No one else helped me with them, and no one else seems to care at this point. Enjoy.

PS: Take a look at this... hopefully it'll make you chuckle, if it plays for you.