What Motivates People?

Why do we do the things we do?

Ans: Because we like to. People pretty much do what they like to do, even when threatened by financial loss, or danger. Of course, there are some punk-assed bitches who live in constant terror, and who are motivated almost entirely by fear... Hopefully, none of these douche-bags are reading my blogs, and if they are, I put a curse on them for being punks. Watch how this curse will change your life shit-head, and be amazed.

Now, the question arises, Why do we like to do certain things, and not like to do others?

Ans: Because it is our nature. We are what we are because of our genetic make-up. There's no getting around it. We went from heredity to environment, back to heredity again. Everybody is the result of their genes. There is no free will. If your parents, grand parents, and all your other ancestors were slaves, or other kinds of punk-assed bitches, then you are a prisoner of your DNA, and pretty much fucked.

It's really simple when you think about it. And, that's how they turn wolves into poodles and other kinds of lap dogs. Thank your parents. Don't blame me if you, or your children, are hopelessly fucked. You knew, from the start, that certain characteristics were genetically transmitted. But, you chose to ignore the wisdom of the ancients and to follow the dictates of your hormones. Tough shit.

The rolling stone gathers no moss... that's the job of stagnant waters and dark, damp places. (Like your mother's crotch.) And, so you see, that our job is to gather the harvest of 'normal', 'healthy' people, and burn the chaff. What do we need 'weeds' for anyway. They just choke out the healthy plants, and serve no useful purpose in the scheme of things.

What's wrong with our society?

Ans: They preach that diamonds have the same value as coal. "Gold and dirt are equal," they say. Then we get the dirt and they get the gold. And, you will notice that nobody wears lumps of coal as jewelry. The preacher who tells us, "God loves all his children," usually is sporting a big diamond ring and driving a Cadillac. Couple of whores in the backseat usually completes the picture.

Teaspoons full of cocaine... laughter, and lots of fucking and sucking... Yeah Buddy... That single-malt Scotch is so smooth... and, light your cigar with a fifty dollar bill.

"God loves a sinner!"

"Lord have mercy."

While you listen to shit music, and play with your dick, the big boys are raking in the gold.

What motivates them?

Ans: He knows what he wants.

What's that?

He wants more.

"Yeah. That's it. More. That's right! I want more! "

"Will you ever get enough?"

"Well, I never have. No, I guess I won't. You, do you know what you want?"

Now, there is the million dollar question: Do you know what you want?

Looks to me like the thing you are really after is OBLITERATION.

Don't worry, little buddy, it's on its way!