The free era of the  Internet will end
Everything in life exists purely as a means to generate wealth. That’s how the men who love money see it. If it can be controlled, it should and will be controlled. Rivers make money for companies who supply electricity, that means that the river no longer belongs to “all of us”, but to the guys who have the right to dam it. The Internet is way too free, too much of a frontier, even now. It needs to be broken, to be made into a force for dumbing down and pacifying the populace, and, also,  making rich men richer. The end is fucking nigh but the few who care are outnumbered by the already lobotomized, pacified, walking dead who see this purely as a means to look at pretty pictures and pass on chain emails.

You might not always have electricity
The whole illusion of civilization depends on it, on comfort and pretty lights, and the ease of doing minor tasks, and on TV.  Everybody alive, even in the Thirdest of the Third World, was raised with the benefits of it, it’s part of what we expect from life, so that nobody can imagine a situation where it just was not available anymore.

That other people's children are unpleasant to be around
They are, goddammit. They aren’t smart, or lovable, or mine, I have no concern for their well-being, no interest in their nurturing, and have nothing to gain or lose from them dying right now or going on to win Nobel Prizes. I really, sincerely, do not give a fuck if they get abducted by serial killing molesters or if they decide to try crack. It’s not my job to care and I don’t owe you anything. Expecting concern or adoration  from random strangers is a serious presumption.

That sex, just by itself,  isn’t "all that"
A warm, wet hole is a warm, wet hole, a phallus is a phallus, an orgasm is a pleasurable reflex. No mystery, no magic. Everything else is all about your hormones and your desire to believe that there is some kind of happiness out there beyond what you can already find with your palm. It’s a human weakness, this compulsive searching for holy grails and pots of gold.

America as a Third World Country
People like to think that they deserve what they have. You grow up middle class it means that you are innately more worthy than people who grew up poor, right? That’s why middle-class people go into “why me?” self-pity mode every time tragedy strikes, people secretly believe that they are too good for bad shit to happen to them. America is wealthy because Americans are the coolest, best people on Earth, and nothing will ever change that. If that is wrong, however, if the rules of life and human foolishness apply here just like everywhere else, if Americans can be fucked without lube like everybody else.

The back dock, out of view of the guests, was the designated employee smoking area, and the only place where you could find any kind of diversity in the whole building.

Women worked in departments staffed mostly by women, black men worked in departments staffed mostly by black men. Mexicans, Asians, Eastern Europeans, everybody had their own segregated place where they never had to come in contact with the rest of us. The dock was the only place where we all had to talk to each other. If you went out there as the only smoker in your department, then you either had to go back inside and not smoke or sit out there and enjoy the company of somebody who probably didn't look like you.

It wasn't a big dock, so you either had to summon up the resolve to be a rude asshole, or you had to grab a milk-crate, sit, and do the small-talk thing. Numerous interracial, international, intercultural, hook-ups started out there on that dock. Black guys and white guys went out for drinks after discovering that they both liked football and therefore had something to talk about other than work, old white men and young black men joked around over Marlboro Reds and Newports or swapped stories about women. It sounds corny but it worked, nicotine addiction had us talking to each other even though technically we didn't have to.

Addiction has always been a great bond between people, which is why cigarette-brands are often geared to certain ethnic groups or sexualities. Drinking together is a kind of  intimate, but only slightly more so than smoking together. Rehab-groups are always diverse, and are quite possibly the only places that true, lifelong, interracial friendships are formed anymore, other than a foxhole in war-time, assuming the army still uses foxholes. Addiction strips away all the shit that people hold onto to feel superior to other people. All those people standing outside their offices on a cold day, puffing away are all admitting to each other that they have a weakness, that they are dependent on something. It's a mutual agreement to step down a rung.

So when there are bans on public smoking, in effect there are bans on the last diverse group of people with a reason to get together. The assault on social smoking is an assault on a means of integration, one more way for the powers that be to rule by way of society's divisions.

You don't learn to fight by watching Jean Claude Van Damme movies. You can't even learn by watching real fights. To figure out how you handle physical confrontation, and the physics of brawls, you actually have get into one.

There are a lot of guys out there who talk tough, who have confidence in their abilities because they can bench 200 or because they participated in a bar-brawl back in '01 and kicked some drunk's ass. The truth is none of that matters. Each fight exists in a universe of its own, with rules that get made up when the fight starts. There are some general rules, but every setting is different, and every opponent is different. These are a couple of things that the out-of-practice amateur should remember when the time comes. You probably won’t, so this is more for minor entertainment purposes than anything else.

It doesn't usually work the way it did in your head
If you train, hit a speed bag regularly and push yourself, and the guy you are going up against is terrified and also slow and old and fat, then maybe, on the 3rd or 4th attempt you might be able to land that perfect uppercut, or a balletic roundhouse kick. The odds still aren't in your favor though. Your hardest blows miss, when they connect they might hurt you worse than they do him. People don't usually just stand still and let you deliver accurate, on-target punches. A lot of the human head (the usual target of punches) is made of bone. If they are genuinely pissed or scared, or scared AND pissed you will mostly find out that adrenaline can do wonders for the  pain-threshold.

Pain
Brawls aren't usually one-sided. Watch a boxing match. Note how if it lasts past 3 rounds even the guy who is clearly winning the fight has swollen eyes and looks exhausted. Remember, that's with breaks and padded gloves and (usually) very fit athletes. An all-out brawl in which people are more-or-less sober and genuinely enraged, will last maybe 45 seconds at best, for most people, and there will probably be pain on both sides. If nobody grabs a baseball bat there will likely not be a knockout. It's mostly about stamina, who can duck more, or tie the other guy up till he gets tired, and, yes, who can handle pain the best.

Consequences
At some point during the fight you may hear sirens, or your boss/principal telling you to break it up. In the frenzy of white-hot anger people lose sight of the big picture. The people who can lose sight of it the best, who can shut out all the possible bad effects of what is happening now, those tend to win. They also tend to get fired and/or arrested.   

1. Man-boobs
Sometimes they even look exactly like real boobs, but attached to a guy. It’s bizarre how something that is usually a welcome sight can be transformed into something so monstrous by virtue of its context. It’s like some kind of B-movie abomination spliced from the genes of different animals, or a bizarre disfiguring disease. Tits on a guy, robbed of the sexuality connotations that all heterosexual men place on them, are seen for exactly what they are, useless, obscene flesh-bags.

2. Smegma
The definition via britannica.com:
“Under the inner layer of foreskin there are situated a number of glands that secrete a cheeselike substance called smegma.”
If that doesn’t put off your next meal then you, sir/madam, might be better suited for a job around medical waste or rotting corpses. Would you like to see pictures? Google has some. VERY NSFW and will not be linked to here. Circumcision, contrary to recent speculation, does indeed have some value, assuming you don’t have some weird fetish for this stuff, and I will bet you that there is somebody out there who does.

3. Back Hair
While chest hair makes you attractive to some women, the back hair that almost comes with it usually cancels out that attraction. There is something that looks unhygienic about it, like the reason you grew hair there is because you don’t wash properly. There is also the fact that the guys who have it tend to be assholes. Seriously, the next time you are at the beach and notice some hairy-backed, usually bald, Armenian-looking motherfucker showing his fleece to the world, watch him, he will probably curse at his wife or his kids at some point. Assholes.

4. Public shirtlessness
In most places women are forbidden to go around tits-wild, guys on the other hand go jogging in nothing but shorts on pretty much every street in every city in America, which is just wrong. Guys who walk around in public without shirts (”public” is any non-beach, non-pool deck property that you do not own outright) are asking to have their teeth knocked in. It’s like walking around in a shirt smeared with vomit. Nobody wants to see your shit no matter how good you think it looks. Granted I do have the choice to not look, but if I don’t know you are there till you cross my line of sight my good intentions will serve no purpose. What shirtless guys need to do is avoid the lines of sight of other guys. Sometimes self-consciousness is a good thing.

5. Sweaty bastards
We are. Guys sweat a lot and stink. Whereas sweat on a woman can be cute and endearing, the cuteness and endearingness being in proportion to the attractiveness of the female, guy-sweat has all the appeal of a wet fart. There is also the fact that guys wear their sweat as a badge of honor, like the reason that their shirt is sticking to them is that they have done something difficult or important, whereas you, another guy, are just hoping that they don’t accidentally flick a drop onto you.

6. Foot odor
Possibly due, in part to #5 up there, but most likely due to poor hygiene. You nasty fucks need to wash your feet when you shower, sprinkle baking soda in your socks and wash your insoles with bleach every night, I don’t care what you do but I should not be able to smell your feet while they are still in your shoes and while we are in an air-conditioned office, ten feet apart. If you can smell any part of your body without holding your nose right up against it, there is something wrong with you, you, sir, have a problem.

7. Flatulence
Chicks fart too, of course, but they don’t like to have it pointed out, they also like to do it silently (in most cases) so as to avoid comment. Guys think ass-gas is hilarious, at least you are supposed to find it hilarious if you are a guy. Ok, I concede that sometimes it is, if you are slightly drunk and somebody is doing it uncontrollably and you can’t smell it because of the everclear fumes in the room, but how often does that happen? And it’s still gross. It’s them sharing something that has been in their intestinal tract with you, with your senses. That’s way too intimate for a non-sexual relationship.

8. Gross desires
Scat-porn, sheep-fucking, used-panty markets, guys are the market for all of those. Straight penis-vagina friction alone isn’t enough for us, it has to be modded, accessorized. All guys are perverts, that’s why every man on Earth who has a computer has at some point looked at porn, and not accidentally either, I mean actively hunted down pictures of naked people doing acts that not too long ago could only have been categorized as “unnatural”. You don’t hear about women building dungeons for harems of under-aged captives, or stealing boxers from clotheslines, just men.

9. Sprinkling on the toilet
The seat of the toilet and the rim of the bowl, the floor around the toilet, the wall behind the urinal, the outside of the urinal, shit, if you just gave most guys a simple wall to piss on they would probably hit the ceiling. I realize that a Waffle House toilet at 3am on a Sunday morning is often not the easiest thing to hit if your vision is blurred, but at least wipe it up.

10. Horniness-sharing
I realize that you want to share your sexual conquests with other guys so that we all know that you got some last night and you are, in fact, straight, but I personally don’t need to hear about  “how good that pussy was”. Apart from the fact that I don’t know her if I am to mentally picture your story I have to mentally picture your dick, which is not something I want to do. Besides, telling this stuff seriously lacking in class. Not too many adults have fond memories of high-school so that anything that takes us back there makes us angry, and full of bitterness. Sharing details of your sex-life reminds me of 8th grade when it was all so novel that you needed to someone to talk to to compare notes (“my finger smelled like KFC fryer -oil!”).