SEX, DEVELOPMENT AND BLACK HOLES: UNSUSTAINABLE FAMILIES WITH UNSUSTAINABLE SOLUTIONS

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By Salvatore Scimino & Gundhramns Hammer

November 20, 2013
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          Warning: Unsustainable habits may offend you.

Nothing changes, it only appears to change. This universe is an infinite machine smashing, churning and creating phantom energy fields called atoms into myriads of shapes but nevertheless the sum of all its parts remains the same.

It was around five in the morning when Constantine Fucksson felt strong, ready for some heavy breathing. He soon received the order from the Major to take over the queen´s den. 

He approached her fortress from behind and became quite involved in the mess. He was soon huffing and puffing, at times ramming and nailing (Video 1).

                            Video 1. A hammer to hammer in the garden.


Although he was no carpenter whatsoever, yet millions of years of evolution had prepared his species very well for this DNA making more DNA task to project itself into the future.

Candy woke up not because of the joy of the unsustainable hanky panky but by the stinging she felt as she was punctured by her knights´s cavalry penetrating the gates of her castle (Video 2). 

                        Video 2. Unsustainable speed of an unsustainable machine.

Although her name was Candy, she did not enjoy that much candy. At least, not Constantine´s candy because he could not sustain what was unsustainable.

He rode his horse easy at the beginning of his unstoppable and unsustainable charge. For a brief moment, he thought of his son, Fudge, who was sleeping next to their bedroom, a mellow cave where the usual morning rooster job was just beginning to take place. 

Constantine did not want to wake up his son with the squeaks from the old iron bed, a piece of furniture which presumably came right out of the Middle Ages.

It did not matter at all, for right at the very same moment Fudge was very concentrated making fudge, shining up his favourite weapon. 

He was only sixteen but he already had deposited thousands of gooey threads of DNA all over his room, enough to go around the Solar System more than twice.

No longer being able to sustain what cannot be sustained, Constantine´s horse picked up its pace. Although it had been only a few seconds, the whole damn thing seemed to him to last an eternity. Nearing the end of his campaign, he could not contain his sustained unsustainable big bang any longer.

Soon he would create a new universe, for this time Candy would get candy with fertile seed, ripe enough to make her have an offspring nine months later. 

One last spurring of his horse, thrusting deep into Candy´s castle had Constantine sent to heavens or perhaps a future unsustainable hell, for he was out of work.

It has been said that there is some sort of synchronicity in this universe. Perhaps it is true, for Fudge shot the computer screen full of strange female images at the same time that his father fired his only one cannon (Fig. 1). 

Figure 1. A monster out of man´s war nightmares. Source: Wikipedia.

At least Fudge had not turned into one of those knights who turn around their backs to be backed by those who like to back up the backs that were not meant to be backed but to put back what always goes back to the one who owns all the backs, Nature.

As if a battle at sea had just happened, after the submarines came back to the surface, they left polluted waters behind. So the captains had to clean up each his own mess.

Since it was still very early, everybody went back to sleep. Each one sawing his own chunk of wood, including their pet dog named Whisper, who was dreaming of unsustainable T-bones, sausages and canine cookies. Or was Whisper dreaming of being attacked by a monster dog (Video 3)? 
 

                                Video 3. A dog escaping from dream monsters.

The quiet of the morning was broke up by the the alarm clock. It kicked off, alerting the lazy family that it was time to get up to do what modern slaves are supposed to do in a world full of unsustainable to dos that are turning this planet into an unsustainable mess.

A long day was waiting for Candy. As for Constantine, he had to go looking for a new job.

His boss had fired Constantine because he used to spend too much time sending mushy e-mails to his female workmates and watching porno instead of working on the company´s insurance stuff.

Fudge dragged himself out of bed, still sleepy like hell. But he had to pick up his ass if he wanted to be somebody in a society he hated because he imagined it hated him.

The whole thing of education, getting a job and perhaps having a family seemed to him plain modern slavery. Fudge had given it some thought to this. And he felt he was damn right about it.

After some heavy soul searching, Fudge had come to the conclusion he was on the right track. This would be the only right thing that Fudge would ever do, for his future life would be sour indeed.



An unsustainable family meets at the table

Mother, father and son met at the dining table. Each one was groggy, with one yawning after another, accompanied with arm stretching. With some cursing, of course.

And this is without taking into account the couple of farts that Fudge flushed out of his itchy butt, making the room air so stinky that Whisper came running to the kitchen to see whether a rotten piece of meat had fell out of the magical icebox.

They had what you might call a light breakfast. An unsustainable breakfast.

Fudge had juice made of Costa Rican oranges. Constantine settled for a cup of Vietnamese coffee and a toast of local genetically modified wheat from Canada.

And Candy, on the other hand,  even when she was supposed to be on a diet, went after some artificial quick cereal full of unpronounceable additives plus a mouldy scrambled egg left over from two previous nights, an avian unfertilised ovule that had popped out of the rear end of a transgenic hen, kept prisoner in an unsustainable factory farm that had their neighbourhood sustainably smelling of shit.

Thriving only on artificial edible stuff and junk food designed for extraterrestrial aliens was already showing in their bodies.

Fudge was already worried he had a couple of strange lumps in his shooting factory. He was afraid of being eating by cancer as it had happened to his friend Rufus next door, who had crossed the croaking line a week ago, having his last hamburger made of beef from Brazil. 

Rufus died drilled, well his guts, by the bacterium Escherichia coli O157:H7.

On her last visit to the doctor, Candy was told she had her boobs filled not only with silicon but also with malignant tumours. That is why she was constantly depressed.

The doctor recommended her to have an operation immediately if she wanted to live longer but she was more afraid to end up without melons than passing away.

No wonder Whisper wanted to lick Candy´s lactic sick mound all the time. Whisper also went crazy with Constantine´s rotting butt and Fudge´s swollen reproductive sacs. Dogs can detect diseased tissue in human bodies. 

This poor animal was already on a special diet of unsustainable pet biscuits. The vet had worked a miracle to save him. The family´s dear mascot had been suffering from a disease that was chewing up his liver as a result of munching on a unhealthy and unsustainable diet for ET dogs.

And how about Constantine? He already had his prostate removed at the butcher shop and had only one testicle left, the  right one, to work with.

The head of the Fucksson family had sworn that he would never go back to see the doctor, for Constantine did not want to be explored where, according to his manly point of view, there was nothing to be explored but only waste coming from his unsustainable digestion.

The whole bunch of unsustainable Fuckssons was decomposing whilst still alive. And Whisper loved every bit of bit, at least sniffing the sweet smell of rotting human flesh of his masters.

And who knows if the Fuckssons were already incubating CJD (Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease) prions from mad meat, that is beef with BSE (bovine spongiform encephalopathy). 

After all, Constantine was already forgetting which shoe was left or right at 45. The family doctor had diagnosed Constantine was suffering from an early Alzheimer´s disease, a sickness linked to prions by the latest research.

Candy too had once in a while spells of forgetting her home address and often ended up at a shopping mall. And she was only 35. 

As far as Fudge is concerned, he was a wastebasket.

The Fucksson´s health problems were all related to their meat eating habits. 

Theirs was a deadly game of meat eating meat.

Breakfast was as quick as the Fuckssons had done their usual morning all or none campaign.

As soon as they finish gobbling up their breakfast, the next thing they did was to rush to the front door, come out and face the unsustainable reality of their world. Each one took his respective car.

The Fucksson family was definitely abnormally unsustainable.



More of the same unsustainability

The Fuckssons were not alone regarding squandering habits in their fancy suburban area. There were other families even more unsustainable. 

As such pace of consumption there was no way scientists or governments would come up with a solution that had no other solution than to solve the solution of spending less of what would be the solution for a solution of a supposed solution for a style of life that had definitely no sustainable solution, unless everybody reduced their unsustainable squandering habits that had no solution for people that have no solution, for they are an unsolvable solution in a world where there are no solutions but only illusions.

Three cars for a family was not the unusual thing around their neighbourhood. There were other families that had two or three vehicles per person, if you counted the RVs and motorcycles they had parked in the backyard used for their summer trips to the beach or just plain jacking around in the city year round.

Although Candy had her job only a couple of blocks away, she always took her car. She did not like to walk unless she was on the running belt in the gym trying to lose some unsustainable weight.

At home, she was constantly and unsustainably complaining about an imaginary fat belly, so much so that Constantine was sick and tired of hearing such rubbish that every time she went off he would always take cover.

Whenever Candy started her usual stupid rumbling of weight stuff, Constantine would leave home immediately and head for the bar to drink a couple of unsustainable beers with his buddies. 

Of course, he would always hopped into his car for such a short trip, just around the corner.

Ever since Constantine was a kid, he had never been into exercising his unsustainable body. He had grown feeble everywhere except under his navel. Now, at 45 he was already carrying around an unsustainable potbelly.

On the other hand, Fudge ran around the block like a maniac late in the afternoon, trying to develop some muscle to impress the girls at school. 

At night, he practically slept in his car. He had a convertible and he was terribly in love with the fucking machine. During the weekends he would shine it until the damn metal of the car looked like a solar panel.

He was so infatuated with his damn four wheels that twice a week he would sleep in his car parked inside the garage, listening to punk music, dreaming of pretty girls and playing with his snake.

Such an unusual family, somebody would say from another perspective, had nothing unusual of the unusual stuff that usually made their life unusually usual in a society that cultivates and patronises unusual consumption of usual and unusual things for the benefit of the owner of the unsustainable economy that the government was planning in making sustainable, just for the sake of appearance of doing things the sustainable unsustainable way.

Nothing changes, it is always the same stuff, the unsustainable disguised as sustainable, despite the fact that such squandering life of these unsustainable families is totally unsustainable.

After all, unsustainable families are without sustainable solutions. People with unsustainable habits are very unlikely to change their lifestyles unless they had a gun barrel pointing to their heads. And even so, after the menace they would go back to their usual unsustainable habits.

In a world of finite resources, man had better find another way of sex and development, another style of life.

Unsustainable sex and development as practiced by Homo insapiens as of today have to give way to a life as yet to be invented.

Because such unsustainable human beings are only sustainable when they are dead. As fodder for the soil bacteria that do indeed work with their partners to keep the Biosphere of planet Earth alive, teeming with wonderful biodiversity.


Man is a black hole

So far man has behaved as a real black hole asshole in his own backyard, Mother Earth. He has looted and plundered what is not his on this planet, turning Her oceans into a waste dump.

Will he unstuck himself out of his fucking suicidal course?

As of now, it looks like the unsustainable naked ape (Homo insapiens) with his constant fucking, as Constantine´s chivalrous one man army, and the resulting millions of unsustainable offspring produced by humankind are going straight to hell.

Will the devil in the roasting pit welcome him?

Perhaps not, for man has already surpassed all demons when it comes to torturing and killing his nonhuman brethren (Video 4) and warmongering with his own folks (Video 5) upon the Earth.

                                         WARNING: GRAPHIC IMAGES!

                                       Video 4. Beyond the doors of cow´s hell.

                                   Video 5. Archive footage of Hiroshima´s hell.

Man may be even more evil than the devil himself, with some good deeds interspersed here and there. This is the hope that sustains the fools.

Nowhere to go to but facing an unpredictable future in a Universe that does not give a shit to send any of its creations back into its churning atomic machine, man, despite of his high tech paraphernalia, is indeed naked before the Forces that created him.

And he shall always be, for he cannot be ever grander than the Universe that created him.

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