Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Right Vs. Wrong, Sort Of.

Conscience: A knowledge or feeling of right and wrong, with a compulsion to do right; moral judgement that prohibits or opposes the violation of a previously recognized ethical principle.

I believe that further information on "previously recognized ethical principles" can be found by calling 1-800-IDONTGIVEA!!#$!!. As someone who stumbled along in a blackout most of the time, I had only a casual acquaintance with things that I previously recognized, let alone moral or ethical ones. I was the one saying: "I did what now?"

I find it difficult to get a handle on these big moral concepts, these sweeping psychological characterizations. I was able to sidestep the idea of behaving well while I was under the influence. Right and wrong were not especially interesting to me when I was in hot pursuit of pleasure. Pleasure trumps moral scruples. Guilt can be banished quickly and with brutal efficiency by a bottle of Mad Dog 20/20. (Note to self: what does the 20/20 mean? Do some research later while pretending to work. Justify laziness by stating: "At least I'm not surfing for porn.")

Normally I try to understand difficult concepts by dumbing them down. Let's say Right is the good little man on one shoulder and Wrong is the bad little man on the other shoulder. That's if Wrong hasn't totally mugged Right and claimed both shoulders as his personal fiefdom. I usually can't even find Right. Wrong has a electrified megaphone and an expensive visual media show, with lots of lights and dancing girls. Right has laryngitis. Wrong looks like Godzilla, blowing fire bolts out of his nose with that horrible, grating shrieking noise and Right looks like the animated mouse, Stewart Little, in his little vest and pork-pie hat.

I spent my time listening to Black Sabbath on Volume Eleven on my stereo that cost more than my car and all of my other possessions combined. I was going to listen to a polite animated mouse? Sure, I listened to hallucinations all of the time but not morally correct rodents.

I'm going to go now.

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