Getting back to penis pebbles, I was in a party chat with a couple gamer friends of mine. Well, we'll say one of them is a friend, and the other is more of an acquaintance. I was invited to the chat shortly after logging on by the friend, mainly to see what was up. Plus, it actually makes the experience more enjoyable. We could all be playing completely different games, yet chatting about whatever we want. Of course, it helps connect people to specific games, but it's not necessary. In the case of the game Destiny, where we all met, it's a game that is constantly online. You're encouraged to constantly be playing with someone, though its not necessary. Anyway, the friend was playing the new Call of Duty game, while myself and the other guy joined up to play Destiny.
After about an hour or so of playing, the friend, (with the gamertag "Demise"), out of nowhere says, "hold on a sec. guys, I just found out a family member murdered someone." Both the acquaintance, (gamertag "Xus of Nexus") were a bit taken back, simply replying with various forms of "Holy shit" and the like. Shortly afterward, Demise returns and tells us what happened. Long story short, his gay uncle in an apparent emotional rage, smashed his partners face into a couch armrest repeatedly. He smashed his face until there was nothing left. That's some crazy shit. Over the next four days he unsuccessfully made several attempts to kill himself with pills. A friend stopped by and found the gruesome aftermath. I swear I'm not making any of this shit up, and it gets a bit weirder.
Now I don't know how exactly the subject evolved. I think Demise said something about not understanding what had just happened. How he can't comprehend getting to a point of murdering another human. He would have never thought this family member was capable of something like what had happened. My response was simply that "shit happens." Who knows the reason, but sometimes people let emotions take over and you can't explain the aftermath. They are situations that defy logic, so all attempts to make sense of them are futile. The only sense one can make out of something like this is to say that sometimes crazy things happen. Demise seemed on board with this explanation. Then, without warning, we took a huge detour into crazy-town.
Xus, (pronounced ex-us), chose to explain the situation by saying it was Satan, and we're not talking figuratively. Satan is behind all the evil shit in the world. Now before I continue, this statement came out of a low-energy, pot-smoking, jokes about abortions and catholic priests molesting little boys guy, who is nothing more than a voice in my ear. So the stakes are very low for me to pander to anyone. I do my best to get along with a lot of these people because, as I get older, I find as a general rule I enjoy getting along with people far more than I do fighting with them. Though I usually won't shy away from being honest. I simply replied to this claim of satan and evil being at work by saying I don't believe in any of that. Xus, on the other hand, started getting a bit more energetic. This was impressive because he wasn't more than 10 minutes out from very obviously and openly smoking a joint. He told us he was doing this, and it was happening in a speaker placed directly over my ear. He started talking about evil, the Illuminati, the CIA fueling the drug trade in this country, the Clinton's involvement, an up and coming documentary titled, "Don't Kill the Messenger", and a guy named Gary Webb. My response was simple, and very entertaining to Demise. I simply said, "That sounds pretty conspiracy-theorish to me." That was the wrong thing to say.
Xus went even more crazy. We made a left onto fucking-insane boulevard in theheart of crazy-town, (as if we were far from it before). Xus started speaking so fast I could barely keep up. He piled on even more crap on top of the shit-storm. This time it differed a bit because he tossed a few insults my way. He said I was completely ignorant of the world I live in and, like most americans, was actively not educating myself to the facts. He spat all of this in about 5 seconds. I was pretty impressed. Much to his dismay, I was not to be convinced however. He told me I needed to go do some research on Gary Webb. I then proceeded to throw gasoline on the fire by saying that I wasn't going to do any that. I simply didn't care. I had no motivation or desire to lie. Somehow, that made things worse. Who knew? Then we heard the line about how Xus was molested as a child. He told us how some older man shoved a "pebble in the hole in his penis." I'm not sure how that related to the topic at hand, but it must have. I mean, this whole topic made perfect sense, so naturally penis pebbles fit right in.
Shortly afterwards things calmed back down. We all continued gaming for another half-hour or so before Xus checked out for the night. I hold no hard feelings toward him, and we had moved on to other subjects of conversation before he left, (though the first few minutes afterwards were awkward to say the least). Once he was out of the party chat, Demise and I had some interesting things to talk about to say the least. Demise complimented how I handled the situation. He was worried things were going to get nasty in the chat. If I've learned one thing over the years it is that you usually can't argue with crazy. You're not going to get anywhere. Someone famous once said something pithy that I don't remember verbatim, but the idea is the most important. He basically said that you can't use logic to argue against a position that is illogical. True dat.
So I'll wrap up today's post by admitting to something. I wrote several days ago about the recent midterm elections, and how things probably won't change. What I want to admit is how I have actually been in a slight state of grief over the situation. I made it seem as if I wasn't too upset. That this probably wasn't a big deal, and things most-likely won't end in a doomsday apocalypse. I still believe this to be true, but I was definitely more upset about what happened than I led on. When I heard John Boehner, (that my spell check wants to accurately correct to "boner"), say about the President that "When you play with matches, then you take the risk of burning yourself, and he's going to burn himself..." I actually got a bit upset. Boehner, and the republicans, are taking this position of how the American people have spoken on election day. If you consider the voices from the lowest voter turnout since the 1940's representative of all Americans, then sure, those are the voices of the people. That's like saying your team won the game even though your opponent had only four players on the field the entire time. I guess what remains to be seen is how badly the republicans burn themselves for 2016. I see one of two things happening. The first thing is the republicans start making things much worse for this country and we get a lot more democrats back in 2016. The second scenario is the republicans make things a lot worse for this country, but slowly enough that more democrats aren't voted into office until 2018 or 2020. It's all a matter of how quickly they fuck things up.
TL;DR: Hearing crazy-talk so close to your ear is very strange. It's also a lot easier to hide an erection during an audio-only chat.
STL;DR: This whole post involves the mutterings of crazy people.
IHTASOAN; DR: Upon doing a mild amount of research, Gary Webb appears to be flat-out wrong about the CIA drug claims he was making. Also, it's not a documentary that is coming out about him. It's just a movie, plain and simple. Now for those of you going through penis withdrawal, take solace in the fact that this whole post was about penises, in a way.
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