In the last few years I have come to see just what a total sham this life is. And that’s because life itself is a huge deception. A game.

This life is built upon a mountain of lies. Everybody lies. That’s the thing to understand, EVERYBODY lies. It starts at an early age with the Santa Claus/Tooth Fairy lie. Then there’s the lies of indoctrination which divide humans into neat little pigeon holes. Then we have the purveyors of indoctrination, who are themselves often liars. Priests who talk a good game but then go home to view child pornography on their computers. Priests who abused children but who were protected in their lies by the collar they wore. Then there’s politicians, people who have turned lying and cheating into a fine art. People like Keith Vaz, a man described as a ‘crook of the first order; who has a rap sheet of conflicts of interest, dishonesty and lies as long as your arm, yet continues to sit on a public committee despite also cheating on his wife with male prostitutes. A committee tasked, ironically, with looking into corruption and money laundering!

Then there’s the bankers. The very people who told the UK that the sky would fall in after the Brexit vote are now telling us that the UK growth rate will be 2% this year.

And finally, there is God Himself, the biggest liar and deceiver of them all. Who made us forget ourselves so that we would believe with an absolute passion that this life is all that there is, and that there is nothing beyond it. Who gave us an archaic, irrelevant book for reference, full of stories that defy the laws of physics. Who lied through His teeth in that very same book (most notably in the Garden of Eden) and contradicted Himself in it so much that no-one knows what to make of it all. And caused many different religions to be created to sow further confusion.

Yet all this is the yardstick by which we judge ‘success’ and ‘purpose’. If we please these liars, or be like them, we will do well in life. We will ‘have a purpose’. My solution is simple: follow Timothy Leary’s philosophy. The only answer to this mountain of shit is to get pissed out of one’s skull or smashed off one’s tits as often and for as long as possible. And realise that there is no purpose or reason behind anything except one thing: self-interest. What about helping others, I hear you ask? Very noble, I reply, except that it often absolves the state of responsibility. Before you do it, think about Remploy and the Big Society.

Anyway, I think the poet John Hodge put it better than I ever could:

“Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself.

Choose life.”

Best wishes,
Tannhauser