To not panic constantly over nothing, John had to take seven psychotropic drugs daily, "I'm usually not this social. I have a hard time talking to people," because they're just too insufferably stupid, basically. "When you have an IQ of 165, regular people are like special need kids. They're retarded. Once you go below a hundred, you're talking about a chimpanzee, dude, or a severely retarded human being. If I meet someone with an IQ of 120, which is considered pretty smart, it's like I'm talking to a bonobo. Bonobos are almost humans."
Seeing two freaks on the ground, a young, attractive and bright-faced woman smiled at us, so I blurted, "She smiled at us, did you see? I don't fuckin' care how smart she is. She has a great spirit. She smiled at us, for no reason!"
"But how can you have a conversation with her afterwards?"
"I don't care what she feels! I don't care if she feels."
In case you don't already know, Philadelphia is filled with geniuses. Just yesterday, I met one more, 65-ish Jim, in the Friendly Lounge, "I'm a genius. I'm a combination of Albert Einstein, H.G. Well and Thomas Edison. I'm trying to give you an education here. I'm an astronomer. The nearest galaxy is the Andromedy Galaxy. It's two million light years away from us. In other word, it would take us two million light years back in time. There's a billion galaxies out there, so we're not going to argue the fact that the universe is vast. I know it, everyone is gleaning on my knowledge. I'm very humble. The universe is vast, and the earth is small, but, ah, we can't get there.
"I live in Upper Darby, since you asked. I don't want to know where you live. I'd rather live in Maine, yeah, or Canada, anywhere but here, or Iceland! I'd like to go where people leave you alone. I don't like to be bothered. I don't like people.
"This is Washington Avenue. What would George Washington think if he saw this city right now, this disgusting street, with all these ugly things? Except for the Friendly Bar. Except, f*ck yeah, for the Friendly Bar!"
There's nothing more common than a man who grossly overestimates his own intelligence, and since everything beyond his grasp is invisible to him, he may even fancy that he's the sum of all knowledge, more or less, minus a few trivia not worth noticing.
In 1896, Chekhov wrote, "Look at life. There is the insolence and idleness of the strong, the ignorance and brutishness of the weak, horrible poverty everywhere, overcrowding, degeneration, drunkenness, hypocrisy, lying. Yet in all the houses and on the streets there is peace and quiet. We see the people who go to the market, eat by day, sleep by night, who babble nonsense, marry, grow old, good naturedly drag their dead to the cemetery, but we do not see or hear who suffer. What is terrible in life goes on somewhere behind the scenes. Everything is peace and quiet and only mute statistics protest."
Soon enough, though, there would be more than mute statistics protesting, and Russia would never be the same. A cataclysm awaits this country also, but in the meantime, the good-hearted camaraderie and banter still reign in the Philly dives I love so much.
In Nickels, a woman in her mid-40's shouted to a man across the bar, "You're so good looking, you should thank your mother!" She then turned to the rest of us, "You're good looking too, and so are you, you and you!"
Bill the carpenter then said to Felix and me, "You guys are artists. You are so rich." He's right. Philly has enriched me immeasurably. One can't live on stories alone, however, and that's why I must pack my bags.
In an unflinching recent essay, Ron Unz pointed out that "a substantial fraction of our population has been reduced to a 21st century version of the drunken, ignorant, exploited, indebted, impoverished, and immiserated Slavic peasantry of the Jewish-dominated Pale of Settlement," and though the peons are becoming increasingly enraged, they're only aiming their ire at at trumped up, media hyped targets and scapegoats, but what do you expect from a population that's ever more relentlessly brainwashed?
No meaningful resistance against our criminal overlords can begin unless we probe, purge and overhaul our banking, media and educational system, for there dwell the main traitors and perverters of this country.
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