Howdy all! A few days ago marked the second anniversary of the rise of the Death Pestilence page. This historic event was met with much fanfare and drinking around the world. Dictatorial governments were overthrown, and feisty French Poodles with five hundred dollar perms were walked with fierce determination.

Myself, I kept waiting for the day to arrive, and when it came, I blinked, and stumbled wholly into the next month. There, I waited for five full days before the alcohol evaporated in my veins and I was once again capable of coherent speech.

So what’s happened since the last anniversary? Well, DP no longer appears on yahoo searches for one. I guess they’ve decided that my page is just another collection of maniacal, radical rants that is unsuitable for children and pets. Well, yahoo can go fuck itself, that’s my diplomatic answer.

What I don’t get is just what exactly is it on my page that the “civilized establishment” finds so damn offensive. I mean, this is the same idiotic world that constantly judges you and acts like your an asshole if you show any kind of intolerance or other form of political incorrectness. Yet, somehow, they’re allowed to CENSOR ME? How come I don’t get any tolerance? Where’s the dignity and respect for MY ideas? Yeah, apparently any definition of “morality” or “social responsibility” that the established system deigns to pretend to adhere to is nothing more than a cleverly disguised weapon with which they can once again beat back the forces of the undesirable.

Now, even I could understand a little bit of blacking-out if my page was filled with hate propaganda and other idiotic garbage, but that’s simply not the case. This page is filled with logical arguments about blatant contradictions and hypocrisies in our world. If one unravels the threads that form the podiums of our oppressors, and uses their own self-contradiction to rob them of their weapons of torture, where is the justification for denouncing the activity? The only people that would protest, as I see it, are those that are benefiting from the inequity of the system.

I think there’s one fact that we’re all going to have to recognize. The evil army is fully and completely in control. They’re doing their best to clog up all the cracks and keep little voices like DP and yourselves from taking root and blossoming into their full potential greatness. The only seedlings they wish to tend are those that already conform to the established model of “quality”. They want Brittney types, Arnold types, George W. Types. People with no skill or ability who were simply born into a powerful position and got used to having the masses kneel and pant before them like eager puppies. Never mind the doers and creators in our world. Never mind the scientists who come up with miracle cures, or the doctors who perform them, or the philosophers who construct enlightening new ways to perceive our world, or the writers who record them. The powers that be want mediocrity, because mediocrity is easy to control, and it sells.

It is possible, if you desire it, to dedicate your life to the pursuit of dreams and ideals that could change the course of humanity forever. You can consider thoughts that aren’t just meaningless escapism, but which actually enter into the very core of your being and provide an insight that might improve the quality of your life on a daily basis. Sure, such breakthroughs are rare. You’re essentially putting yourself up against every brilliant mind that has ever lived and assuming that you can see something that they can’t. But think of the thrill of discovery! What other ambition is there in the world that could surpass this?

Anyway, I guess the main thing I’ve learned in another year is that the world is still corrupt. The powers of authority are thieves and liars. The idols we look to for respect are phonies and cowards. But what is there to do but continue on?

And I take solace in the fact that in my first year, my page received 5500 hits, and last year it received 12,100. That’s more than double, and it’s spreading further every day. Keep checking in to see what life is like on the night side of the world, I’ll be down here in my secret lair, raving about whatever trouble I’ve been into recently. You can count on it. And keep the e-mails coming. Send me ideas for the subjects I should engage, and questions about what I’ve already talked about. The e-mails make my day.

Oh, and start up your own page. I’ll link to you.

The End