Losers, Lookalikes… and Nietzsche, too.
There’s a new tard on my bus. No, not of the Down Syndrome variety, but rather the slow and space-cadet strain — something like a functional palsy. He also seems to be somewhat afraid of me, or at least wary of sitting near me. Every ride we’ve shared, he stares at me cautiously as he slinks out of his seat and trots off to one much farther away, rarely breaking eye contact. Yes, I apparently strike fear and terror into the hearts of those who like french-fried potatoes and boxes of chocolates. Mea culpa!
Another now-regular, though not apparently blessed with the excuse of actual mental retardation, is a middle-aged woman who reeks of tacky church lady. I don’t mean the old SNL, Dana Carvey, “Isn’t that special” type, but the overweight, polyester, thick glasses, bad hair, and too much makeup type. Oftentimes, they look like brawny elderly men in drag. This one not only stares at me with “that look” of recognition, but she does it rapid fire. This is her method: she takes a side-seat and stares at me from my left side for a few seconds, then she looks away for about 3-5 seconds, then looks at me again, then away, then again, over and over again at the same timed intervals for the entire 25-minute bus ride. At about 4 seconds on the average, that’s 375 starings per trip. I mean, I know I’m a little dreamboat, but come now.
A lot of doppelgangers along the way, too: one teenage girl with a body that won’t quit… but a face that’s a dead ringer for Michael Moynihan! Yes, the Blood Axis guy, sans facial hair. Also, as I pass by the local hospital, I see a man in blue scrubs who has an uncanny resemblance to Schultz from Hogan’s Heroes… but without the nifty helmet, of course. And then there’s the helper guy at the main entrance (imagine a hospital with bellhops) who has Bob Larson down to a science… clothes, hair, and beard exact. Now if after he helped people he took their money, that would be the clincher. Take note, Bob… this one’s working his way up to your multi-million dollar mansion, one invalid at a time.
My bus book this time around is Thus Spoke Zarathustra by Friedrich Nietzsche. So far, so good, and I can really see its appeal to and/or influence upon LaVey, Mencken, Redbeard, and even the desperately-denying Ayn Rand. But especially Redbeard. Though, I feel that I can appreciate Zarathustra more and get more from it as a nearly-middle aged man than I ever could as a teenager, the age at which I first read this. There’s a growth in the journey of the main character that might take someone with some years and intelligence under his belt to glean the good stuff therein. (If you are a bit of a youngster, I’d probably send you off with Nietzsche’ The Antichrist as a primer.) I’m almost done with it, and I’m already recommending it.
Bus books coming up include The God Delusion by Richard Dawkins, The Satanic Scriptures by Peter H. Gilmore, and a few others. Previously, I’d finished up The Lucifer Principle by Howard Bloom. A lot of good info on power plays, pecking orders, and how not so removed we are from the rest of the animal kingdom. The ending is a bit anti-climatic (and a bit delusional), but the remainder is well worth the time of anyone wanting further insight into how the world works and not how it “should” work.