So today, I went outside.
I went in search of a copy of Emerald and some other things I wanted - a job, opportunities, and some sundries, amongst them a humidifier and an attractive glass bottle to keep my rubbing alcohol in.
I first went far down the street to a used video game store. Today there was the kind of weather I prefer - classic SF/Boston coastal weather, very overcast, cool, still, humid, with a light drizzle. So it felt good out, and I walked as I usually do, at a very fast pace.
On the way I passed by
that Pakistani restaurant I mentioned earlier. Empty, dark. Sign up. "For Rent". Made me sad. Good food, decent price. Nice owner trying to do his best for his family. I could have saved it, had he listened, you know. Some people just can't be helped.
As I entered the game store, out popped a white guy wearing a Penn State hoodie, eyes downcast under his open umbrella. I wish I could have taken a picture discreetly.
Checking the display, there were some odd GBA games for sale, but no Pokemon variants. The store did have a lot of remarkable novelties and collectibles for sale - some rare strategy guides, posters, a mint condition NES Series II in its original box, some good PS2 titles, but unfortunately nothing I wanted or had a use for. So I left.
I then decided to try the Gamestop down at Park Street, which was next door to a CEX trade shop. I hoped at least one would have what I wanted. So I backtracked and got on the T. I sat next to this unattractive girl who was talking to this guy while constantly trying to get my attention by pretending to look at something in my direction and making rapid movements with her hair. I ignored her and sat and read my book.
CEX didn't have any GBA games at all, and I didn't see anything else I wanted either. So I went a bit down the street to the Gamestop.
Gamestop was dismally interesting. I used to enjoy sojourns to Gamestop, but when they started blaring loud music and nonstop super-pushy advertising over the speakers, I came to find the stores annoying and now try to get and get out as fast as possible. I also find the oppressiveness and excessive noise strange and I feel the unnatural feel Gamestop tries to create emphasizes the stigma of videogaming.
The advertiser said something about "click 'LIKE' on Facebook - over a million already have! Join the largest online *community* of gamers!" and something else really cynical in that vein, something that was a total buzzword throwline, that I don't even remember.
I perceive that sort of thing as really out-of-touch - it's like one of those Soviet propaganda videos, or listening to a John Henry Eden speech - repeating a lot of stereotyped groupthink blather that the silent majority doesn't identify with and appeals only to fools, with the result that the fools are in-touch and anyone with half a brain isn't. This seems to be a major problem in videogaming - and a microcosm of society.
Put simply, who actually goes for that crap? Who actually "likes" some "community" on FB for any other reason than to get some sort of incentive?
Anyway, I found the GBA used game section. The first thing I noticed was the "TRADE IN NOW" banner, featuring most prominently...a picture of Pokemon Emerald. Go figure.
The GBA display case looked as if it had been raided recently, half empty and kind of disheveled. The store as a whole had a feel of merchandise not going anywhere - mussy used Xbox/DS games and shiny new overblinged retail packages. There was that feeling that the merchandise wasn't going anywhere, and that one was looking at something just really out-of-touch. So I left.
I decided to then go to the other side of the street, to this trashy sub-mall where I often see poor ghetto blacks. The sub-mall consists mostly of stores selling ghetto-style clothing, hoodies, huge shoes, and tasteless cheap clothes, and a huge food court. The food court has a sushi bar, and the rest of it consists of about ten stalls selling the most unappetizing crap imaginable.
A "Japanese" stall sold "maki". Dubiously I asked what kind. The Chinese guy elatedly picked up an egg roll with tongs. "Maki roll!". No thanks...
Next...three different Chinese restaurants. Decent sauces etc, but all they had was cheap meat, which I can't eat.
There was an Indian restaurant, a pretty bad one but better than the other options. It had closed since my last visit and was gone without a trace.
So there was this Thai restaurant staffed by boat people. Two women, unequal ages, probably aunt and daughter. You could almost see the younger one's heart hit her throat as I walked up. Offered a sample. Gently, "No thanks, I'm a vegetarian." "OH SORRY SORRY SORRY" Actually, this particular restaurant had marked the offerings clearly, "Vegetarian" "Vegetarian/Egg" "Chicken" "Pork". But it was all greasy disgusting stuff in gross orange rust-colored sauce. I moved on. They seemed sad.
Sbarros...McDonalds...some buffet-style thing serving turkey and potatoes...no better option, went back to the Thai place. I ordered noodles, rice, and tofu.
The Thai girl nervously filled the long side of the box with noodles, then filled both quarters of the other side with generous portions of rice. I ignored the mistake, but she fearfully looked at what I supposed was her aunt and the aunt took the box, carefully removed some of the rice, and filled the other quarter with tofu. I smiled gently.
Foreign-born Asian women tend to find me very attractive because of my physical appearance - cleancut, brown curly hair, not too tall, and most importantly, I dress simply and carry myself seriously, I walk and talk in a determined way. How ironic that for all that I have nothing going for me. It's very depressing.
So I sat and ate my food, reading
De Bello Civili. It's very interesting, very relevant to our times. I didn't care so much for the parts about battles and wars so much as the parts about apartment rental costs, debt relief, and the justice system. A lot of good ideas in that book - and a lot of guns waiting to be picked up.
I looked around the room. Surprisingly, not many black people. Mostly whites and Asians. Maybe they prefer to stay indoors when it rains? Same as all the trashy middle-class white girls who thankfully don't come out either when they can't dress like strippers.
Anyway, so then I went to this other dying mall up at Arsenal. Getting on the train, there was this stupid-looking white girl probably about 18-20, splayed out on two seats. I glared silently, "Here you go!" and sat down. Same again, constant movement trying to get my attention, I focused on my book. "This is my stop." I let her out. "Thank you,
sir." Actually it wasn't her stop. She just started pole dancing on one of the handrails for the next five minutes. I ignored her and then two stops later she got off.
I transferred onto a bus and noticed a sign. "Year of the Girl", featuring a beaming Asian girl surrounded by portly older men in Army officer uniforms. I have poor eyesight and couldn't make out the rest, so I Googled the phrase, curious what was up. Apparently the Girl Scouts are the latest feminist target.
Third result on the Google queryQuote:
Wasilla Idiot Holding Up ‘Year Of The Girl’ Proclamation: Girl Scouts Equal Abortion
Let this delightful tale to see you through your cold and lonely Passover. In Alaska, some senator (not Murkowski) wanted a proclamation from the state of a ‘year of the girl,’ that would also honor the 100th anniversary of the Girl Scouts. The senator asked her student intern to present the measure.
Then came Rep. Wes Keller, the conservative Wasilla Republican filling in as chair of the committee. He had seen something on the Internet about the Girl Scouts, he said, and suddenly [student intern Katya] Wassillie found herself in the crossfire of the culture wars.
“I’m sure you are aware of the information that’s floating around the Internet, and I’d like to give you the opportunity to respond to your connection, the Girl Scout connection, with Planned Parenthood and the activist role in that — is there a connection? Is there not? Frankly, I haven’t looked into it but I see it’s out there. I just wondered if you want to make a statement on that,” Keller said.
Then some dick Wasilla Rep. put the kibosh on it because he had seen some shit on Teh Internetz that the Girl Scouts = Planned Parenthood = slutbortions. And so now the measure has been delayed until all his embarrassed colleagues beat him into submission/releasing it from committee.
Later, Rep. Paul Seaton, the Homer Republican on the State Affairs Committee who’s wife is the southern Kenai Girl Scout official, described Keller’s remarks as “unusual.”
“Everybody else appeared to be taken aback by the statement and holding the bill,” Seaton said. “I’ve never seen Girl Scouts on the Kenai Peninsula attached to other groups such as that. I’ve seen a lot of camp-outs, I’ve seen a lot of cookie sales and I’ve seen a lot of challenging hikes and trips across the bay and in the reservoir, kayaking, and learning the canoe and water safety. I’m sure they promote good healthy lifestyles for kids too. That’s what we need for all our kids.”
So a "Wonkette" writer, one of those bizarre extremist lesbians so at war with the world that she actually changed her name, is saying, on the Internet, this guy is a misogynist, for saying there may be a connection, between her activists and the target of their activities.
The best allegory for what is really going on is, ironically enough, WoW.
WoW is "expanding" into brave new markets such as...Italy, Poland, Turkey and Japan. As if every Italian, Turk and Jap who might possibly be interested in WoW hasn't already played the English EU version of the game, and already quit. So why fish in such marginal waters?
The answer is, because they've already emptied the other oceans. (And yes, marine resources are also a fitting allegory, because what is common to all these issues, is short-sighted American greed and venality).
Blizzard's game lacks solid appeal for the same reason feminism lacks solid appeal. The philosophy is fundamentally unrealistic. So in place of real substance, it is propped up by doublespeak and petty greed. So-called "casualization", which only appeals to hardcore bads, is an outstanding example. "Casualization" is the dishonesty and greed of munchkins in the service of dishonesty and greed of Blizzard stakeholders.
The basic dynamic is the same: the dishonesty and greed of dumb white sluts in the service of the dishonesty and greed of man-hating lesbians.
All of which leaves rational and well-meaning, well-adjusted people, creative developers, legitimate casuals, and hobbyist gamers, and women and men who really want mature relationships and balanced lives, feeling terribly alienated.
Both philosophies are ultimately regressive and unsustainable, because, flatly, they don't work. "Casualization" cannot make casuals happy nor can feminism make women happy.
So as the hype motor's horsepower decreases, the RPM increases to try to compensate. So begins the ever-expanding bubble of outrageous propaganda, lies, hypocrisy, radicalism and mass insanity.
It is a fundamental law of politics that the weaker side will always try to expand the scope of conflict. As the feminists, and Blizzard, weaken, they do the same - they try to expand. In doing so, they lay the seeds for their own demise, because of diminishing returns and decreased marginal utility. More force, money, hype, political capital, is required to hold onto each inch of political territory, to make every lie appear true and to keep festering dissent down. More welfare epics, more outrageous promises (WARLOCK TANKS! But don't say we said that...), more lynch-mobbing and more handouts ($150/mo if you're on the pill!)
But eventually the bubble bursts. Just like General Motors, and just like McCarthyism and the Salem Witch Trials. These feminazis will wind up the same way individual Nazi Party members and former Red Guards did.
The same way Magneto did, in the X-Men movie.
Did you know that's how most Nazis and Red Guards wound up? It's true. No, really. Look it up.
There's a quote, from a Star Wars character that became a proto-feminist icon, that comes to mind.
I won't breach good taste by quoting it here. We all know the quote anyway.
Uh, so anyway. Enough political ranting and back to ranting about my quest for a Game Boy cartridge!
I went to the Gamestop at the mall. Now this one, didn't stock GBA carts at all. And this one even more than the other had the feel of a lot of dilapidated used merchandise and glammy stuff not going anywhere. So I left, and headed home.
I got off at Harvard Avenue and stopped at a junk store I like to frequent. The proprietor is this Mexican guy, one of the types who very obviously hates white people, thinks all gringos are stupid even if they obviously aren't, and likes to push scams just to prove the point. He has shared proprietorship with this guy who is a sort of black sheep of a Jewish family from LA. I know this because I met the woman who said she was his aunt and runs a shop down the street!
It's one of those junk stores that sells used, and often obviously broken or - worst of all - bedbug-infested - merchandise for more than it would cost new or on eBay. Sometimes there are interesting finds though. There was a large clay basket-shaped ornament in the form of a snail with grape leaves on it (cute), but it wasn't functional and $15 was too much for it. I was hoping to find something, didn't left.
Again - more of that feeling of a society out-of-touch. How does that guy think he's going to sell any of those 1000-odd DVDs if he's charging more than Half.com? Same as Blizzard, feminists and Gamestop I guess...find stupider customers...
So finally I arrived home. Had a nice, very brisk walk, and got some fresh air.
And I bought the game off eBay. Because there was no other option.
Oh, and job? No signs to be seen. Not one. Well, there was one, dishwasher at a Chinese restaurant, but I'm 99% sure they don't hire white folks. Besides that, nope.
I feel deeply depressed. I enjoyed the walking but the world just makes me so sad.
I really do want to die =/
