/lit/ - Literature

"Good day Mrs Merriweather!" I roared into the young Ladys face, shaking her at the shoulders, and she began to scream and demand to know what I was doing, and then passersby in the street crowded all around; their faces were pictures of furor, gyrating themselves with pitchfork-in-hand to the rhythm of an accordion player who was ponced up and collecting chitties in an upturned hat only some yards away from the M and the S.

I pulled my cape from the hands of one of the blighters, shouting, "I am a Doctor!" and this was enough to cause the crowd to disperse. It went as such on every day in Coom-on-the-Nave, for the small village was much isolated from customary society; or 'custards' at we called ourselves in those days.

I ruffled my collar and turned my attentions back to Mrs Merriweather, "you've not tooken your injections today," I said in dialect, and prodded her in the chest until she confessed; blithering, making excuses and such, and then I laughed and produced a thick steel plunging hypodermic from my breastcoat pocket; the tip seethed with noxious chemicals, "unbutton your skirt," I commanded, "for this," I flicked the tip of the needle, "needs to go into your buttock cheek."

The accordion player began to play a very cheerful melody and I found myself dancing, hopping from one foot to the next and touching my nose, laughing aloud and singing, "here's a cheeky sixpence, for a cheeky girl."

Mrs Merriweather, I noticed, was staring at my calves and had turned red; sweat began to drip from her brow and she moistened her lips, meeting my eye, "Doctor," she said, "I am afraid I am quite taken with your manner of dance," and then she tore her gaze away, burying her face in her hands, "but I am a married Woman!" and she bawled, "the shame, the shame."

Little Miss Muffet got up from her tuffet
and her knickers got stuck on the way,
we saw up inside her
and her hairy spider
and, blushing, she hop-scotched away.

Little Miss Stuff-It was sat at the buffet
and she "let loose a fart," as they say,
and the gas cloud did belch out,
as we all gave a great shout,
"quick run for cover; away."

Little Miss puffed it; she h'ain't had enough o' it,
and her eyes turned right blood shot did they,
as she walked through the moors
all alone out of doors,
'till a gaggle done cobbled her away,
she gave out a gasp
as they made way for her arse
and with a gag in her mouth she might say,
"oh take care me spider; me little pink slit,
watch out, alright, where you're puttin' them dicks,"
but the strength that they went in
in rapid momentum
did done carry the Little Miss away.

Dr Forskins emerged from the operating room covered in blood, pieces of pink flesh were gobbed all over him it made me feel a little uneasy about the outcome of my Wifes examination, he threw himself against the wall and began to sob and pound his fists upon the tiles, "why, why," he was wailing.

"I say, Doctor," I said, "is everything alright?"

He stepped away from the wall, "ah, Senor Garcia," he addressed me by name and title, "everything is far from fine," and he wiped a bloodied hand across his face to knock a tear from his eye, "I am afraid I have some absolutely atrocious news," he said, walking toward me, "you had best take off your hat."

I steeled myself for the worst and resumed my place upon a tiny plastic chair, my aptly named sombrero now held fast between my thick hands.

Dr Forskins sat beside me, and placed his hand on my inner thigh, "I am afraid, young man," he said softly, looking to the floor, "that we discovered your Wife has been profusely bleeding from the vagina for several days; a ovarian hemorrhage, worse," and he gave a long sigh, shaking his head, "she had been concealing this by putting pieces of absorbent fabric actually 'inside' her vagina to collect the blood," at this my jaw dropped, I began to ask 'why' but the Doctor anticipated my question, "I do not know what possesses some people to do such things," at last he removed his hand from my thigh, and went for his pocket, "here," he said, holding up a small plastic bag, "have you ever come across this kind of thing before?"

Good King Wenslas gave a shout, "I'VE HAD TOO MUCH WHISKEY,"
He came upon a bleeding lout, whose small eyes were shifty,
"OI YOU SCALLY, OI YOU SLAG," called the King quite merry,
"BLOODY HELL IT IS THE KING, WHOM I'VE SEEN ON TELLY,"

Good King Wenslas tore his belt, wrapped it 'round his knuckles,
he advanced with malintent seeming full of chuckles,
he punched and beat the lout that night, 'till his hands were bloodied
then he had another drink and went for a curry.

Futurism is a broad and interdisciplinary field that covers many areas of study, including technology, culture, economics, and politics. If you're interested in learning more about futurism, here are some suggested readings:

"The Singularity Is Near: When Humans Transcend Biology" by Ray Kurzweil - This book discusses the concept of the singularity, a hypothetical point in the future when technological progress will accelerate at an exponential rate, leading to profound changes in human society.

"The Fourth Industrial Revolution" by Klaus Schwab - This book explores the impact of emerging technologies, such as artificial intelligence, robotics, and the Internet of Things, on the global economy and society.

"The Future of Humanity: Terraforming Mars, Interstellar Travel, Immortality, and Our Destiny Beyond Earth" by Michio Kaku - This book delves into the future of space exploration, including the potential for human colonization of Mars and other planets.

"The Future of Work: Robots, AI, and Automation" by Darrell M. West - This book examines the impact of automation and artificial intelligence on the future of work, including the potential for job displacement and the need for new skills and training.

"The Next 100 Years: A Forecast for the 21st Century" by George Friedman - This book offers predictions about the future of international politics and economics over the next century, based on historical trends and geopolitical analysis.

"Superintelligence: Paths, Dangers, Strategies" by Nick Bostrom - This book explores the potential risks and benefits of artificial superintelligence, and discusses strategies for managing the development of this technology.

"Abundance: The Future Is Better Than You Think" by Peter H. Diamandis and Steven Kotler - This book argues that advances in technology and innovation will lead to a future of abundance, in which the world's biggest problems can be solved through collaboration and creativity.

These books provide a range of perspectives on futurism, and can help you gain a better understanding of the key concepts and trends shaping the future of human society.

-ChatGPT

capeshit is the contemporary, western equivalent of the greek myths.

>>21715268
>Which are?
google it you fucking villager

>Based on what?...
rawls basically argues for significant wealth redistribution (tax) and a reinvigoration of the "Social Contract". Last i checked the right weren't big fans of that and prioritized the individual over the collective.

cool thread bro