OR KILL ME!! - Principia Discordia

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We are mutants. That's right, mutants. Gazing back on history,
Discordians were killed or exiled from most civilizations
(Athens being a prime example, or England)...and those
civilizations did just fine. Discordians tend to be a fatal flaw in
agrarian civilizations come harvest time. So, how DID we
survive? The sad truth is that we didn't...but as the Discordian
mindset seems to be a common mutation, or maybe just a
recessive condition, we reappeared and flourished only after
the greyface society became secure enough to handle the
genetic load (3) we represent...much as it is able to handle
persons with Down's Syndrome or short-sightedness. I
postulate that this began just after the last bubonic plague
pandemic, just before the enlightenment.
Mutants, indeed. Our mutation is a curse, the mutation of not
being able to just get along...the mutation of independent
thinking. Now, there is some advantage in this, if you look at it
in a certain light...we are the lemmings that are just bright
enough to see the cliff, and to cry warnings to those around
us...however, since the jumped up primates around us will not,
can not, listen, all we are really doing is upsetting people and
causing a fuss.
We have convinced ourselves that we are wise to their
game...more fools we...without pausing to consider that the
greyfaces have been playing this game for 10,000+ years. We
play our silly word games, and pull our silly pranks, and
convince ourselves that WE really see what's going on...when
the sad truth is that our cozy little society has simply become a
microcosm of the grey society at large/i]...albiet a slightly
more FUN one. We are absolutely convinced that we have
hoodwinked society in some manner, while the real truth is
staring us in the face.
What is this truth? Simple; you can't beat the system. It is
or kill me