The Caged Gorilla

Rant

I am in a rage! I did not plan to make my first post about something so mundane, yet I have been victim to the highest form of social aggression one can receive. I planned on regaling a story of a lost tribe of cybernetically enhanced pygmies in the heart of the Congo, think midget Wakandan cannibal warriors. But it must wait! This cannot be ignored. We must discuss the assault on me that took place. My mind has been consumed with thoughts of anger and violence. I must relay the message to my readers. Heed my story.

I was at the gym strengthening my body as I do regularly. As an aside, if you are not committing yourself to physical discipline then you are a gay (derogatory not homosexual). As Socrates said: “No man has the right to be an amateur in the matter of physical training. It is a shame for a man to grow old without seeing the beauty and strength of which his body is capable”. Is this not a great line? There is no excuse. Drop the burger of cheese and go to train yourself for the upcoming battles ahead as the world collapses around you. Anyway, I was doing exercises at the cable station. Surrounded by plebians wondering around like mindless zombies. As I honed in on my tricep pulldowns I was assaulted! A scrawny deaf retard bumped into my shoulder and continued his workout as if nothing happened. He cleverly signed secret messages with his hands to his fat girlfriend, also of the deaf persuasion, mocking me! He slowly encroached on my territory unaware of his surrounding due to his blindness of the ears. Clenching my fists, I watched, as his elephant of a girlfriend lifted thrice as much as her twink boyfriend. One could only imagine the horrifying fashion in which they copulate. Shoving his entire body into the bottomless abyss of her vagina in order to obtain pleasure. I contemplated a counterattack on my assailant, yet I feared his heifer would sit on me, ending my life in an instant. And so, I stayed put, and did nothing.

What makes this act so egregious is that I was forced to neuter myself publicly while this skeleton of a man invaded the small space I had. Even worse, he is completely unaware the mental anguish his actions have caused. Writing this at 2am I smash my keyboard with rage. Fantasizing of snapping his limbs like twigs and sodomizing him in a display of pure masculine dominance. And as I pontificate in my chair it dawns on me that the reason I did not strike was due to the invisible walls of our over-socialized culture. Our society has no temper for male displays of power. All forms of confrontation are met with judgmental stares and whispers from the smelly lips of western gynocracy!

If men were able to exercise any form of aggression in the sissified world, we would see a decrease in random mass violence. This is true. Men need to be able to release their tensions through confrontation, the man who bottles up his rage will fester like an infected wound, and one day he will snap and do far worse than a small scuffle. This is an uncomfortable tangent but is a serious topic. I will maybe save this for a later article so let me move on with the message of my story.

In the moments of the public terrorism I was subjected to, I empathized with the zoo gorilla. A proud and noble beast, capable of grand displays of strength and power. Contained by glass walls put around him, outside of his control. Women and children will gawk at him. teenagers will tap on the glass taunting him; knowing full well that this creature is fully capable of tearing them to shreds. Yet, they do not fear the gorilla. For they know that the walls of society protect them from the raw force of nature. We have extracted the beautiful and strong and placed them into an unnatural environment. Only giving them enough vitality so they can survive for the enjoyment of others. Let’s say a boy without the supervision of their opioid addled parents enters the small space of artificial nature the beast has. Humanity has then invaded the compact plot of nature possessed by the gorilla. And when the glass walls come down, just for an instant, the coddled mankind is faced with the repercussions of their actions. What do they do? The gorilla is killed on sight without a second thought. Man ogles from the safe haven of the civilized world, believing that the gorilla is happy because he can live in his allotted space as he wishes. They use this justification to stomach the unnatural circumstances forced upon the animal. The glass walls. But as soon as those shatter and mankind is exposed to the natural consequences, they agree it must die. This is Me! I am the Gorilla! They taunt me aggressively, so unaware of the torture every single day. So ignorant to the fact that if they fell into my grips, I am powerful enough to destroy their being. But! I am caged, put behind the glass walls to castrate any primal inkling of the human spirit. As time goes on more and more of us will be caged. And if it is decided that you are a threat to the weak and devious that society caters to, then you will be neutralized out of existence without a second thought. Just like our primate brother.

Quite a black pill. However, I will end my message on a rousing note. Never let them take away what you are born with. Do not let the invisible walls of societal niceties prevent you from achieving great feats. The totalitarian soy-state has the sole mission to remove all signs of vitality from the population. Never let this happen! Let your will be strong and resist the invisible chains of social norms. No lion has ever led the pack by following a path blazed by sheep. So next time you are in the gymnasium and a middling cretin tries to intrude on your enclosure, end his life with the same swiftness and coldness they would show to you. And continue your workout.

I again apologize for the topic, but I believe this is what we need yes? If you gleaned nothing from this, I at least hope you enjoyed my raving. See you next week.

The Loracle At New Delphi