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Fuck You, Mom…

No, I’m not going to call you and wish you a happy Mother’s Day. I’m not going to send you flowers, chocolates or take you to dinner. I’m not doing any of that for you. Why should I do anything nice for the very person who forced me into the unfortunate state of existence without my prior consent? Why should I celebrate the person that is half responsible for all the pain and suffering I’ve had to endure up to this point (for had I never been born I’d have never had to endure any pain or suffering)?

No, I’m not grateful for you or my own existence. I truly am sorry you didn’t feel the same way about procreation as I do. I’ve been part of this hellhole for nearly three decades now, and that’s been three decades too long.

Fuck you, mom.

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Applied Antinatalism: Life’s Biggest Pleasures

So I just got done arguing with a delusional Pollyanna friend of mine who claims life is worth living because of all the good things in life. Sure, that’s fine and good, but when you look at the most pleasurable things in life, you quickly find out they’re all the worst for your health!

Let’s take a look at some of the “best” things in life. Smoking, drinking, high fat/sugar foods, among others. These are probably some of the most universally pleasurable things in this world. I’ve yet to meet the person who will turn down rich, flavorful food (which rich and flavorful usually translates to high calorie/fat/sugar). Likewise, alcohol is the most widely used and abused drug in the world, but damn it tastes so fucking good (and the euphoric feeling from its use is also nice). Although I personally finds cigarettes to be just downright gross, cigars are a totally different animal – they taste and smell great and there’s nothing like chillaxing on a calm evening with a cigar and a glass of Scotch – again, alcohol comes up. Interject in other risky behaviors that adrenaline junkies thrive on and I think the case is pretty well cut and dry.

So what does this all boil down to? Well, given that the most pleasurable things in life are the worst for our health, I think that just makes the case for antinatalism from a practical perspective. If we were really all about survival and living longer, these dangerous activities would bring us pain instead of pleasure. Alas, they simply do not. In fact, living a “healthy” lifestyle is one of the most emotionally painful experiences imaginable!

Given this information, it’s clear that we weren’t meant to live that long, if we were even meant to live at all. Since all the most pleasurable things in life will no doubt kill us eventually, it’s easy to conclude that it is in fact better never to have been born. If it wasn’t, they wouldn’t be so fucking awesome.

Here We Fucking Go…

Yesterday, my sister started having contractions. We all know what that means. My little mudblood (to borrow some Harry Potter terminology – I really don’t want to use the term I really think when I think of when I think of my sister procreating with a black man) nephew is on the way and will probably be here within the next couple of days.

Yeah, welcome to this shitty place called the world to have to endure this shitty thing called life. I’m sorry your parents had to be so selfish as to bring you into existence. Ultimately, there’s nothing really worth living for and you will find that out soon enough if I have anything to say about it. If I am still alive by the time you are old enough to understand how the world really works, I will tell you all about it so that you do not repeat the same mistake your parents made.

“Therefore, do not reproduce. Do not repeat the same crimes committed against you. Do not give back the same, evil repaid with evil, as imposing life is the ultimate crime. Do not disturb the unborn. Let them be in the peace of nothingness.” – Fernando Vallejo; address to the youth of Colombia.

EDIT: My nephew was delivered via caesarian section at around 10 PM Thursday, April 16th after natural labor just would not go. Bleh.

Fuck Fathers Day!

Seriously, why do we set aside a day specifically to recognize male breeders? It makes absolutely no sense to recognize something that’s just a result of biology.

There is nothing special about fatherhood. There is nothing miraculous or amazing or divine about it. There’s nothing spectacular about sticking one’s penis into a woman’s vagina and making it vomit into the birth canal and thus starting the cycle of reproduction. It’s all basic biology! We don’t celebrate mitosis, the production of ATP, or any other biological process with its special holiday, why the hell this? Makes absolutely no sense.

If anything, fathers are to be demonized as much as their female counterparts, for without their sperm we would not exist, and since it’s better never to be brought into existence, it follows that fathers, like mothers, have all committed the supreme act of evil. And for that reason alone, it follows that fathers should be scorned, not glorified.

So to my biological father, and to all fathers wherever you are, FUCK YOU!!!!!!!

Why have children when life is so hard?

Ask a Philosopher

Criss asked:

Why do people keep bearing children when life is so hard, ugly, and unfair?

Why to bring into existence a new life, when life is so much pain? why when anyway, most times, children bring more worries than happiness? why do parents look through ‘pink glasses’ while deciding to have children, hoping for a beautiful life for their children (and for themselves), and they don’t learn from the experience of their parents?

Why, when no-one thinks anyway that living his/ her life again (exactly the way it already was) does worth it?

I see children everywhere, new poor lives, it seems like their parents think that life is worth living. when they’re not happy anyway, why do they bring into existence a new life, that will suffer the same as they do?

It might sound depressive, but really, I rarely see people that enjoy their life and are…

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Poor Kid

So a guy I used to play in a pipe band with just had a kid. Posted it all over his Facebook and whatever, baby pictures, whatever. Here we go with the annoyance of the baby pictures every five minutes and whatever, but as my understanding of this world has evolved, my irritation with it has gone a different direction.

I don’t feel sorry for him or the mother. I’m not happy for them obviously, in fact I can’t help but kind of feel some resentment toward them. Whenever I hear of an old friend or family member having a baby, my initial reaction is always one of sympathy for the baby.

Every time a child is born it’s a tragedy. Being stripped of the blissfully ignorant state of non-existence and being forced into existence by one’s parents is nothing short of a moral travesty. This is why I can’t help but get angry and couples who consciously try to conceive, when they could just as easily adopt a kid that’s already been brought into existence and not force another individual into existence.

Surely I can’t be the only one who feels this way whenever I hear a baby announcement. Who knows? Maybe I am. I highly doubt it though. If one is antinatalist to the core like me I can’t think of any other way the could feel. This world is a sad, scary place, life fucking sucks, and to subject another being to it is just the ultimate act of cruelty and selfishness.

Fellow childfree/antinatalists: do you feel the same way?

The Difference Between Antinatalists and Pronatalists

I have consistently noticed one thing about the flaming pronatalists who make their way over here to attack me that differentiates them against antinatalists and effectively reduces their case to nothing. Here is the key difference I’ve noticed:

Antinatalists: Use evidence-based arguments for their position.

Pronatalists: Use emotionally-based arguments for their position.

I’m dead serious, read any work by an antinatalist philosopher. They all observe the cardinal rule of academic writing perfectly, namely to not interject one’s self into the work. I don’t know a damn thing about what kind of a life David Benatar lives. All I know about him I know from his books (namely that he’s an antinatalist and that he’s an advocate for the men’s rights movement). I don’t know what kind of life he lives outside of this. For all I know he might have a really exciting life and going out there living life to the absolute fullest. He could be one of the happiest people on earth. That wouldn’t be a contradiction to being an antinatalist, for one’s own emotional attachment to life is irrelevant in determining whether it’s better to be born or not to be born.

On the contrary, I’ve never seen an evidence-based refutation of antinatalism from any pronatalist authors. They all invariably interject their own emotions and talk about how great their life is witout an ounce of logic or cold, hard evidence for their view. We all know what kind of lives all of the pronatalist authors live, which is a direct violation of the cardinal rule of academic writing. Does that mean, however, that all pronatalists are happy in life? The answer is absolutely not. Most of those that fall into that category also use religious arguments for their position, which again have no merit. Emotional and religious arguments have no place in the world of academia.

And that is the difference between antinatalist arguments and pronatalist arguments and why the pronatalist position is reduced to all but nothing. There is no hardcore evidence in favor of pronatalism but an abundance of it in opposition of pronatalism and in favor of antinatalism, thus antinatalism wins.

Quod erat demonstrandum.

Selfish Moos Who Think They Deserve Something For Mothers’ Day

I was reading a couple of entries recently over on Breederoo (or, to be more politically correct I suppose, Momaroo [a Xanga sister site] which I refer to as Breederoo because every one of the bitches that posts there has a total breeder mentality) talking about Mothers’ Day gifts and I’m over here just rolling my eyes the entire time. It’s like they were saying they actually deserve something for Mothers’ Day other than a swift kick in the rear end for bringing their poor children into existence (which, as I’ve established many times on this site, is a great harm and it would have been better never to exist).

Well, let’s get something straight, bitches. Your kids don’t owe you jack shit for Mothers’ Day or any other day, just like they aren’t obligated to care for you in your own age or anything else you think your damn kids owe you. “What I Want for Mothers’ Day?” “Ten Things I DON’T Want For Mothers’ Day?” Yeah, FUCK YOU, STUPID MOO!!! You better just be damn grateful your kids got you anything at all. They don’t owe you a damn thing, I don’t care if it is Mothers’ Day. Just be fucking glad they aren’t cursing your name for bringing you into this world. Get your fucking heads out of your asses and realize you don’t deserve some special gift for DOING YOUR FUCKING JOB AS A PARENT!!!! JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!!!!

Though, sadly, selfish narcissistic parents are the norm today. They think they’ve done the world’s greatest thing by bringing children into existence (when the opposite is true, they committed the world’s greatest atrocity by doing so), and that the whole world revolves around their damn kids and that we should bend over backwards to accommodate them, coo over them, awe over them, WHATEVER!!!!! I’m tired of this kid/parent-friendly world worshipping breeders and their spawn at their fucking feet!

Fuck Mothers’ Day.

(Attempted) Refutations of Antinatalism

Many people on this site and my main blog have made miserably failed attempts at refuting antinatalism. I say miserably failed because not one of them is a logical refutation. Here’s is a summary of some of the attempts to refute antinatalism I’ve gotten, and every last one of them falls into one of two categories:

“I’m happy to be alive.” Sorry, but that’s not logical. That’s emotional. When it comes to constructing a logical argument, personal emotion is, shall we say, irrelevant. There are times I’m kind of glad to be alive too, but that doesn’t change the fact that I still believe it would have been better never to have been born.

“God said ‘be fruitful and multiply.'” Well, two problems with that: 1) you haven’t proven beyond a shadow of a doubt your god/gods of choice even exist, and 2) that’s still not a logical refutation, but a religious one. Of course, we know with religion logic goes out the window, but that’s beside the point.

Either one of these arguments fails to construct a logical refutation, and it’s easy to see why. It fails to state any sort of necessary premises and draw a natural conclusion from these premises. It matters not if you’re happy to be alive. Had you never been born you wouldn’t have known what happiness was (which is neither here nor there), but most importantly you’d have been spared suffering of any kind. It doesn’t matter if life is 99.9% pleasure and 0.1% pain, it’s still better never to have been brought into existence because of that 0.1% pain. The 99.9% pleasure is completely irrelevant and has no value in determining the value of existence vs. non-existence. Only pain and suffering have any weight. This asymmetry between pleasure and pain provides the logical framework for antinatalism and makes it easy to see why antinatalism is the only logically consistent conclusion.

Aristotle Was An Antinatalist

It seems like a big misconception people have about antinatalism is it’s some sort of new philosophy conjured up by depressed people to rationalize their depression. Well, the fact of the matter is that this claim is simply not true. Antinatalism is not new nor is it necessarily only depressed people who subscribe to this theory.

The reality is that antinatalism has been around for millennia and many of the most respected philosophers in history were antinatalists. This club includes none other than Aristotle, whose antinatalism was so strong that not only did he claim that life was not worth starting, but also that life was so bad that it was not worth continuing!

“Wretched, ephemeral race, children of chance and tribulation, why do you force me to tell you the very thing which it would be most profitable for you not to hear? The very best thing is utterly beyond your reach: not to have been born, not to be, to be nothing. However, the second best thing for you is: to die soon.” – Aristotle

It seems as though he’s not only promoting antinatalism, but also suicide in the same breath. One can only wonder then why Aristotle didn’t commit suicide himself, or maybe if he did but we’re unaware of his method of death. Who knows, he lived so long ago it would be hard to know exactly how he died.

So there we have it, Aristotle, probably one of the top 3 most respected philosophers (along with Socrates and Plato) shows himself to be an antinatalist. A man regarded as one of the greatest thinkers of all time managed to figure out even in his time that it’s better never to have been. So much for the notion of antinatalism being a modern invention.