Disinformant, obfuscate!

For the rest of the Padawans around this world, i would reccomend the following to acclimate one to the art of disinformation (storytelling). Get a taste for the different mixes of the main ingredients: Truth, Fabrication, and Believability. Comic books will give you a good taste for how much fabrication can really be thrown in and someone will still at least read it. (You get someone to read something, you get them to think about it, for however short or long an amount of time. Thats the first step in getting a point across.) Comic books are just a modern version of Mythology after all. Those stories have stuck around for awhile, have you managed to figure out how they got so sticky?

But once you can take in all info as a type of story, then you start on your path to becoming a storyteller. Encyclopedias are the die hardest most trustworthy storytellers, apparently. Borishly unattractive perhaps, but people still come crawling back to them now don't they? Honesty pays, and its obviously a great weight when trying to nail down an audience. People that like truth tend to listen to purveyors of such enlightment.

Whats that? Well i differentiate people that like truth from just people because there are also people that like lies. Stories. Untruths. Seriously. You can't manage to pass of any truth to a aficiando of the Lie Buffet.

Thus the great storytellers manage a good mix twixt the two to tell a story to the masses, consisting of both saints and liars. Hollywood is the hand that just wants to play; writers go there and write for the sake of telling a story. Politics is where you get an agenda going. You write for the sake of something else, usually covering your own pock-marked ass or the one parked on your face. The downside? Its a storyteller who is armed. Thats what it comes down to. Big Bad Cookie Company taking out all the tasty truth bakers in town and either feeding you or forcing you.

Which leads me to my question for today: Why? Whats the big point, the big picture? Why go through all the trouble, the elaborate bellydance of lying your ass off so hard? Did somewhere along the lines did you forget that we are all just people? We live, we die, along with a long list of other verbs. Hooray. Now what? We hit eachother and vie for eachothers attention? We lie to eachother? Whats the point? You want my fancy doohickey, and i'll only give it to you if you lie to me? Great. Its just a doohickey, i can probably finagle another one if i want one so bad. You want all my doohickeys? Why? Ahhh now comes the lie.

I see. Perhaps people should stop concerning themselves with everyone else so much? It would seem there isn't enough self-attention going on around here. Here we go, i'll hold your hand:

I really want this thingy! WAIT! Its gonna take effort to get it, even if just a tiny bit. WAIT! I will more than likely die or something one day, so i have limited effort to expend! CRAP! OK, why do i want this thingy?

and then we go off on a tangent on philosophy of happiness and does it really come from things or yourself, and whatever else and what not. And then philosophy of bothering other people for their bits n bobs, then probably one on violence outside the arena. Then probably some talk about sex, because sex is great and it usually comes up anyways. You happy? You still want that thingy really bad? Well its mine and you can't have it.

Now what? Ahhh, perhaps people just need to learn to accept "no". That'd probably solve a lot of it. Did i miss anything here?

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in other news, I don't have work tommorow so perhaps I shall spend lots of time reading up on what Signs of the Times has on their little forum. Sure reading about aliens n such was fun, but hardly practical. If i did run into aliens i'd probably ask about their comic books, gods, and probably music or whatever else my crazy mind is thinking about. Its a very good possiblity that i could meet an alien and wonder what he would do with a castle made of cardboard boxes and lollipops. Ah well, at least I can smile. That makes it a good day.

Damn itd be nice to be a mercenary. oh wait, i'm deadpool! Woohoo!