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"Nothing has made me laugh harder than when someone said to me, "...I could eat better than my roomate, since I was a drug dealer."
Something about that phrase really got to me, it had me laughing sporadically for the entire day. It's not very funny outside of it's original context, but that wasn't where the real humor was in it for me. The instant he had said that, a spurt of thoughts about the world at large had flown through my head, and put in contrast how many things in life were like a drug dealer.
Drug dealers provide society with mind and body stimulas because there is a demand for them. People ruin their lives, drug dealers get rich, and sometimes the government gets to fuck over everybody involved.
The dynamics of that process reminded me of the life of a person born in a first world country. The person provides a cog in the wheels, because there is a demand for it. People ruin their lives, the person gets rich, and sometimes the government gets to fuck everybody over.
It also reminded me of corporate economy. A company provides jobs for the people of a city, because there is a demand for it. People ruin their lives, the company gets rich, and sometimes the government gets to fuck everybody over.
I'm starting to believe I can apply this template "Drug Dealerology" onto any situation in life, and accurately predict an outcome. This morning I tried it with my toaster:
My toaster provides toast for me in the morning, because I demand it. I get rich, buttery toasted bread, my toaster burns up the wall socket, and then the government sends me a jury duty summons.
It might need a little tweeking, but it's got real potential. I might start a new science religion based around this."
-Sean Sparks
Something about that phrase really got to me, it had me laughing sporadically for the entire day. It's not very funny outside of it's original context, but that wasn't where the real humor was in it for me. The instant he had said that, a spurt of thoughts about the world at large had flown through my head, and put in contrast how many things in life were like a drug dealer.
Drug dealers provide society with mind and body stimulas because there is a demand for them. People ruin their lives, drug dealers get rich, and sometimes the government gets to fuck over everybody involved.
The dynamics of that process reminded me of the life of a person born in a first world country. The person provides a cog in the wheels, because there is a demand for it. People ruin their lives, the person gets rich, and sometimes the government gets to fuck everybody over.
It also reminded me of corporate economy. A company provides jobs for the people of a city, because there is a demand for it. People ruin their lives, the company gets rich, and sometimes the government gets to fuck everybody over.
I'm starting to believe I can apply this template "Drug Dealerology" onto any situation in life, and accurately predict an outcome. This morning I tried it with my toaster:
My toaster provides toast for me in the morning, because I demand it. I get rich, buttery toasted bread, my toaster burns up the wall socket, and then the government sends me a jury duty summons.
It might need a little tweeking, but it's got real potential. I might start a new science religion based around this."
-Sean Sparks
