Tag: blood lust

Fast Human Industries

Welcome to a Tuesday post here at FYB featuring the cartoon FAST HUMAN INDUSTRIES By Obitus Creative Studios and Animated by Jack Dimaze.

It’s no secret that humans may be classified as omnivores, but humanity has a base primal desire to devour the flesh of dead animals to satisfy Humanity’s primordial blood lust. Humanity’s ravenous carnivorous desires has spawned the damnable practice of factory farming of the primary animals humans eat. The institutionalized animals are raised in endless rows of cramped cages in industrial sized warehouses with no fresh air or natural sunlight (they are subject to the same soul sucking florescent lights as say your average business office). The animals are then force fed a diet of artificial food, steroids, antibiotics, and god only knows what else.

                   

Once the animals reach the size for human consumption they are liberated from their filthy over crowded  cages, and they are then transported to the dismal slaughterhouse to meet their untimely and unnatural demise. The abused animals that are shipped to the slaughterhouse are dispatched using barbaric techniques that  border on inhumane (and illegal).

                   

Then their freshly killed carcasses are sent to the processing plant to be butchered, packaged, and shipped to your local grocery store. Apparently when Humanity evolved into the top predator in the fickle food chain is when Humans decided they could kill whatever they pleased with little to no justification on why or how (the only taboo being ironically is cannibalism).

PLOT: Humanity have become the fast food for a monstrous alien master race, and gone from predator to prey. Humans are raised and treated exactly the same as factory farmed animals we raise and slaughter on a massive daily basis for human consumption. What sets FAST HUMAN INDUSTRIES apart from other morality tales on the subject of industrial factory farming animals is the Ending which you think you will see coming only to have to hits you like a fucking ton of bricks.

Until We Meet Again,

   Otto Rageous  

The Views of Vikings

As I mentioned in a Liquor synaptic storm I mentioned  (in the previous post) that today I would be posting something pertaining to the Vikings.

First off Vikingistic is not a recognized word, but English is such a half assed shit language I see there no reason Vikingistic should’t be a viable word.

Vikingistic: Having the Attributes or Likeness to or of a Viking/Viking Culture/Viking Life Style.

Now on with the Post.

I think a brief refresher on exactly Who and What Vikings were in Reality. Over decades of Hollywood Movies and Television Shows have been given one hell of a make over/rebranding.

According to Movies/T.V. Vikings are portrayed as  Stoic, Brave, and Honorable Nomadic Warrior Explorers. This couldn’t be FARTHER FROM THE TRUTH.

Vikings in Reality were complete Savages who’s bloodlust was unmatched. Vikings spent their time Drinking, Fighting, and Fucking through countless conquests. Vikings were brutal Barbarians that raped and pillaged anyone or anything that crossed their path. True the Vikings were explorers, BUT NOT in the traditional sense.

Vikings unlike say Charles Darwin for example traveled far and wide to Discover new Cultures, Animals, Sea Life or Plants. Vikings did the EXACT OPPOSITE. Vikings traveled for one reason, and one reason only to Rape, Pillage, and Destroy ANYONE they might come across,(and take their land for Viking expansion and EnSlaving Women and Children that is if they decided not to butcher them for the sheer fuck of it.)

Vikings though (more than likely due to their Lifestyle) had a total acceptance of Death, They had no Fear of Dying. This has been immortalized in the saying “Today is a Good Day TO DIE.”

Now Vikings didn’t say that shit to look tough or like a bad ass before battle they said it for an actual reason.

Vikings believed their Nordic God’s had scheduled the exact time, date, and day of their Birth. AND Those same God’s had also scheduled the Time, day, and date of their Death.

Another Key Viking belief was that a TRUE (and only appropriate) death for a Viking Warrior was to Die in Battle. For if a Warrior died in Battle not only did he die an Honorable Death, BUT he would be rewarded as well.

The reward for dying in battle was that the deceased Warrior’s Spirit would be transported to the Halls of Valhalla (The Viking Version of Heaven/Paradise) where a Viking could indulge in all that he loved while living. This meant his Spirit would spend eternity Drinking, Fucking, and Fighting.

Bottomline: Vikings Loved Violence and Hedonism to such an extreme that even in Death a Viking could spend eternity doing EXACTLY as He had Lived..

Believing this apparently led to the total acceptance that death is inevitable thus one shouldn’t be concerned about it. This is the concept that I’ve been mulling over recently.

With My inevitable demise due to my shit heart, the Doctors who want to run me around like a fucking Lab Rat, and Still come to the same conclusion PLUS the fact now they want to continue to their Frankenstein shit cutting me open again I have to ask myself is it worth it?

Obviously Dying isn’t the only option, BUT when I ask is it worth this is what I mean. If I get all this medical mumbo jumbo done yes I will live Longer anyway you look at it. My question pertains to Quality of Life.

Is it worth all the bullshit, time, pain, and most of all MONEY if after I spend my life strapped for cash, living pay check to pay check barely scrapping by because I’m buried under mounting of mounting medical bills.

Point: Do I want to spend my elongated life utterly stressed out and poor as shit due to massive medical bills? Sounds like financial fucking Slavery to me. (“We’ll save your life, FOR A HEFTY PRICE.” that is so fucked up I can’t believe I’m typing it.) This is America and CAPITALISM has turned Life Saving Medicine into a FUCKING BUSINESS full of Greedy motherfuckers.

So were the Vikings Views on Death really the best way to deal with one’s Mortality? Who the fuck Knows, Not Me.

Thanks for Reading,

Les Sober