Is fighting crime really about stopping other people from getting laid?

The most peculiar thought came to me while watching an episode of DareDevil on NetFlix. I quite like that fellow Fisk and his girl Vanessa. Not that I didn’t like the man in the red suit, too, but an epiphany rose to me that I have to share. “Why can’t they just keep out of their business?” I thought, laughed at myself about having gone off the deep end thinking gun violence, selling drugs, and killing people for financial gain was OK, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off about all of this. So I allowed the emotions to flow in. “So there he is standing on top of a rooftop looking victorious pretending he’s fighting the evil when in fact, he’s in it just to end a party.” “What a peculiar thought,” I said to myself, “to end a party?”

But then, isn’t that all what the “criminals” want to do? They want to ensure a lavish lifestyle for themselves, but at the core of it all is the wish to keep on getting laid with hot people, drinking, and taking drugs at will while listening to music and… HAVING FUN with your friends. Doesn’t sound too bad, perhaps, apart from the drink and drugs… And what are they for, then? They are the quick ride from depression to a state of enthrallment, really, aren’t they? Why are they needed? Because people are being pushed into an existence and life that they really don’t want for themselves… and at worst, the need to keep the party going rather than conform to the drudgery of everyday. And the fear of having to end a party by someone who was bought to the other side, makes a person kill everyone around you, as having a party to yourself is better than no party at all.

And where did all of that start?

From the need to stop other people fucking people other people wanted to be fucking, too, but couldn’t in ways that everyone wanted to fuck or to be fucked.

All of this nonsense is about jealousy of other people getting laid.

Our world is fucked because some people cannot get laid, or are too damned scared to get laid even if they could, and in their fears and insecurities, they want to make the difference less obvious by stopping other people from getting laid, too… At least not by too many people, because that’s just embarrassing… To the ones who can’t get any.

I bet you share my sentiment of thinking “Oh surely not?!” but… At the end of the day, what does anyone of us want out of life but to be blissfully happy. What do we all think makes us happy, be honest now?

To share the bed with someone we cannot get enough of, isn’t that the blatant, naked truth? Is there anyone in this world who would say that their true, authentic happiness comes in some other form than the possibility of having amazing sex? EVERYTHING ELSE, in comparison, is simply a method to get to that state, nothing more. All cars, jewellery, status, money, all of that only for one thing: To get laid.

And, then, in comes religion that states oh no you can’t. You can’t fuck no more or God will punish you.

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCKING FUCK, PEOPLE?!

So one chap believes it and stops getting laid in exchange for a slice of Heaven, and starts convincing others that hey, fucking is bad for you, yeah? Those who didn’t want to stop fucking simply because this chap and his friends wanted them to, thought well that’s not alright, and told him to go fuck… told him to piss off and go not fuck people elsewhere. “I am not afraid of your God” said this chap “I don’t mind if you don’t fuck people, but let me have my fun with the people who are into it.”

But the chap wouldn’t have it. If he can’t fuck other people because God has an issue with it, why should the other people have that pleasure?

So okay the events might have evolved differently, maybe it was a chap who couldn’t get laid who invented a story of a God who had forbidden him from having sex to preserve his purity… And came up with a blatant lie in order to be proud of his virginity… Or a woman who cannot get pregnant, maybe she came up with the idea of purity, who knows, but the sum of the  matter is, quite likely this: Not enough sex for a person A, so person A decides that a person B shouldn’t have any, either. If person B can’t have sex because person A cannot, then C cannot, either and so forth and so forth until the entire freaking world believes sex is bad because this one chap couldn’t get laid.

So when the sex is gone out the picture, in comes drink and drugs and guns to protect the right to have sex when one can and have drugs when one can’t have sex and what not, and the whole world is a mess simply because some people can’t get laid.

Do you know people who hate you for having a party that they’re not invited to? At least the stereotype of it? Isn’t that the other layer of this. “Oh if I can’t be at the party, I’ll ruin the party for the people who are having that party!” And the most likely reason the invitation never arrived is that nobody thought the person who wasn’t invited would even want to be invited in the first place. “Seems rather too good for our sort of frivolities!” So here we have a bitter old fool who can’t get an invitation to a party where sex might be happening as a consequence and they’re feeling rather angry about it… So everyone suffers.

Marriage’s only purpose is to stop people from falling in love again with someone they like more than the person they are currently with, isn’t it? That’s the only freaking purpose of marriage, to get in the way once someone else who is hotter than you comes along. Again, simply a method to keep fucking someone who would rather be fucking someone else, isn’t it? Then all of this mess is wrapped up in the notion of true love, modesty, virtue, abstinence, purity, and other nonsense that people would rather not worry about at all.

So.

Are you really fighting crime or just taking it out on other people that you cannot get laid if your freaking life dependent on it?

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