Friday, April 6, 2012

Sex in America

Can someone please explain to me why Americans are so afraid of sex?  It's all over the news, "Oh, somebody got caught screwing his wife so they're going to jail for six thousand years!"  *Obvious intentional hyperbole, but you get the idea*  Also, I don't really take too kindly to people who tell us we should in essence be afraid of our bodies.  For example, who first thought of clothes in the first place?  Well, Adam and Eve, ya know.  Yeah, yeah, yeah, keep your superstitions to yourself.  I'm talking about this sort of thing where we're not even allowed to walk around shirtless in some places.  Come one, people, what's so bad about the human body?  It's just a natural, biological thing, so why be scared?  Are we afraid of ridicule?  Well, my moral nihilistic point of view says "Shut the fuck up" when it comes to stuff like that.  If you wanna walk around naked, by all means, walk the hell around naked.  I honestly don't care.  Well it infringes on my rights.  What rights?  The right to not be blinded by the phosphorescent ass of your Santa-style neighbor?  Sorry, hun, but that right doesn't seem to exist.  In fact, I share George Carlin's view of rights:  Either we have unlimited rights or no rights at all.  Personally, I lean toward unlimited rights.  Because rights are an abstract thing anyway, why not muddle the waters a little further?

That is all.  I may post something more on rights later, but not now.