The Artist : Why sometimes they are A**holes? - Bilge

WD White Devil Member The Interior, Deep South Pacific Joined: Jun 26, 2009 Posts: 766	WD White Devil Posted posted on Thu, Jun 17, 2010 8:34 AM Athens, Georgia (home of world-famous Basement Kahuna), where I operate my shop, is overpopulated by self-described "artists" of both the traditional and musical type. On the whole they are unskilled, untalented narcissists-without-portfolio who think they're the universe's gift to the world. They constantly bitch about being forced to work service industry jobs while their talents go unrecognized by the general public, fifteen million of whom are unemployed and would dearly love to have that public service job. On the other hand, I also consider myself to be of the "creative type," and I consider the uncreative, non-participatory observers of genuine creative talent to be the true assholes. They are the bandwagon-jumping, bargain-hunting, back-slapping asshole c*nts who can't so much as draw a smiley face in the sand with their dicks. They have no brow, high or low, with which to interpret the mysteries of creation, and it's only the herd instinct that drives them to stampede Wal-Mart when word gets out of a dollar sale on mass-produced fuckadiddles. If they happen to see their favorite fuckadiddle priced fifty cents on a flea market table, they're the ones who inevitably smile and ask if the seller can "do any better" on the price. The clueless of all stripes are the assholes, and they comprise 98% of the human population: maybe more.

Athens, Georgia (home of world-famous Basement Kahuna), where I operate my shop, is overpopulated by self-described "artists" of both the traditional and musical type. On the whole they are unskilled, untalented narcissists-without-portfolio who think they're the universe's gift to the world. They constantly bitch about being forced to work service industry jobs while their talents go unrecognized by the general public, fifteen million of whom are unemployed and would dearly love to have that public service job.

On the other hand, I also consider myself to be of the "creative type," and I consider the uncreative, non-participatory observers of genuine creative talent to be the true assholes. They are the bandwagon-jumping, bargain-hunting, back-slapping asshole c*nts who can't so much as draw a smiley face in the sand with their dicks. They have no brow, high or low, with which to interpret the mysteries of creation, and it's only the herd instinct that drives them to stampede Wal-Mart when word gets out of a dollar sale on mass-produced fuckadiddles. If they happen to see their favorite fuckadiddle priced fifty cents on a flea market table, they're the ones who inevitably smile and ask if the seller can "do any better" on the price.

The clueless of all stripes are the assholes, and they comprise 98% of the human population: maybe more.

Post #537048 by White Devil on Thu, Jun 17, 2010 8:34 AM