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Definition :

Misanthropic / adj. A general hatred or contempt for fellow human beings,
of other people in general. Opposite of philanthropist.

example :
Jimmy Carter : philanthropist
Heather : misanthropist

Example of 'misanthrope' in conversation :
Heather : " This movie just shows how stupid people are. I hate people ."
Jay : " My, aren't we the misanthrope ?"
Heather : " What did you call me, you idiot !? Tell me you stupid son of a bitch !
What kind of stupid f**ked up word is that, dumbass? I hate you ! "

(An excerpt from The Werbinox Chronicles)

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Dec 26, 2004
      ( 10:40 AM ) sisoflexx
Christmas Carol
Courtesy of Werbinox

I have enjoyed "A Christmas Carol" ever since I was a young boy, even tho the altruistic morality lesson (which it wields none too subtly like a truncheon at my head) is stale, tired rubbish.

When will people understand that compassion and giving have little to do with the Holiday!
Although, when you look at how clumsy the "people" are at handling even the basest of concepts, it is probably for the best that they never do understand this.

We should be bloody well suspicious of the Hard Sell with which the concept of "selfless giving" is thrust into our faces every year.If it were such a right and natural thing it would not need to be promoted so incessantly. After all, preachers and social humanitarians and finger wagging moralists and even the local newspapers tell us we should "doing" and "providing" for the less fortunate all of the time anyhow, and concentrating this barrage of self-sacrifice into one day as if it is supposed to Really Happen on That Day is just a total bore, not to mention a half assed self deception. We know the difference between the myth and the reality, and we know what it is we truly want. Few have the courage to bless what they really want, and to call it Good.

Dont talk to me about presents and gift exchanges. That is simply a game we play for fun.....yes, a game, not a moral lesson in "giving". When fun comes to play, stand up and cast the knee pads away!

A festival and / or holiday is about wanting to have a good time, perhaps even needing to have a good time. All the rest is justification according to a moral standard we were taught to believe in unquestionably (as if it were morality itself) and continue to pay lip service to, when in truth many of us find it to be dull, empty, and robotic.

Light the fire within yourself and celebrate!

Anyhow, I was talking about "A Christmas Carol". I just watched the version starring Patrick Stewart, and I learned the most important, yet unspoken, lesson that it had to give me. Before the spirits visit Scrooge, he does not even know how to treat himself right. He has plenty of money, yet lives like a pauper. He comes home to his gloomy suite of rooms to eat a thin watery soup hunkered before a weak fire in his worn pajamas and cap. The misanthropy and "Bah Humbug" is one thing, but his inability to treat himself right is just sick! (and Scrooge towers in stature compared to the simple creatures that surround him, which makes him the most important entity within the world that is the story; he is the one the spirits must expend so much energy upon to save)

After his supernaturally induced transformation he goes, as we all know, deliriously apeshit with the whole "giving" and "love for your fellow man" thing - to an almost frightening degree, like a man scared senseless. The most important scene comes at the very end, just before the credits roll. Scrooge is sitting upright in a comfortable chair before a roaring fire. He is dressed well, and is drinking what looks to be a fine wine. He appears not just content, but fulfilled. He now treats himself well, and treats others well by extension. He actually enjoys his life now, and therefore has been truly redeemed.

Balance with yourself, and the rest will follow.

Of course, like Dennis Miller, thats just my opinion. I could be wrong.

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Dec 25, 2004
      ( 10:07 AM ) sisoflexx
Well, here it is, Xmas Eve, I've been idle for far too long on the blog thing. I've thought of a few things to remember and make me laugh for years to come.
I hate shopping , yet once a year ( at least ) I make my way out into the throng of humanity and try to make it home without committing murder.
Judi, Charles' niece, Morgan and I went to an outlet mall (AGH ) and I did fine up until the 'undies' store. The whole point of me even being in there was to find a gift for Judi. I get my undies in 6 packs at Target, 'My Way '.
There were only 3 people ahead of me, so I didn't think much of it.The elderly clerk went off to the back of the store, presumably to get those other gals off their smoke breaks to help with the crush, but no, she came back , reeking of cigarettes from taking her own break. ( Just kidding, she didn't smell like smoke, she was just gone long enough to have had one. ) The third person in front of me had so many undergarments I thought she was running a brothel. Either that, or she was Paris Hiltons' personal assistant. Of course, The woman being checked out set off the alarm, and when she came back , it seems the clerk forgot to remove the theft detterrent devices. Off of all 50 pairs of panties.
The next customer wasn't so bad, but the one in front of me...Gads. An older woman, dressed in the best, she reminded me of my co-worker. Especially when she pulled out a billfold the size of the Yellow Pages. There was all manner of credit cards , discount cards, I think I even saw my baby photo in there.
The cashier asked her if she had one of their club cards, which I assumed she couldn't be a ' member ', otherwise, wouldn't she have already taken it out, ready to present it ? After all, I had been standing in this same spot for at least 20 minutes.
" I think I have one ," I heard to my horror, as she preceded to slowly flip through the pages of her directory. The clerk glances down her nose at me and tells me the ONE item I'm holding is half off for a second one. " No , thanks , I'm fine with this." ( No, I want to spend an extra 50 dollars on some thing that may not even go over on Judi, and yes, I can read the signs around the store. )
Morgan told me I should have said, " Oh ! Really !? " Then turned to the ten people standing in line behind me and told them I'd be right back.
Back to the woman in front of me : To top it off, she paid by check. Who the hell pays by check anymore ?! Apparantly, everyone I've told this story to does.
But I digress.... Get a damn debit card so I don't have to take another 5 minutes out of my life. I could have gone out and smoked me a tar stick in that amount of time. We' re in a Bali, L'eggs and Hanes store, and the cashier tells her to write it out to L'eggs. " Is that with an apostrophe ?", she asks. AGH ! You have a frequent fuckin' miles discount card and you don't even know how to spell the stores' name ?
I'm FINALLY next, and while she's ringing up the item and remembering to remove the theft deterrents, she's mumbling under her breath, " Could've gotten the second one half off, saved you twenny bucks." And : " That's a good sale, you losin' out, there, missy. Could have gotten the second pair half off, uh-hmm."
Hello ? I'm right here ! I know you're whispering, but I'm not deaf like one of your Monday night cribbage cronies, I can hear you!

Anyway, I thought I'd share that little xmas cheer with you. Have a great holiday, and hopefully you'll hear from me by the new year.
Oh, never mind, I thought that was a month away. ' Til February, then ! Cheers !
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