Posts Tagged ‘Satire’

The path  to eternal patience : as revealed  in shopping aisles 

September 2, 2025

Seekers of wisdom, weary men, and accidental saints – welcome. Today, I unveil a spiritual practice, perfected through years of trial and despair while loitering outside trial rooms: following the significant other as she “just peeps into shops” – in Montreal, Moscow, Montenegro or Manipur.

You think patience comes from meditation? Ha! Patience is forged by standing in the “50% Off – Final Clearance” section for forty-five minutes while she  debates whether polka dots are still in fashion.


Lesson 1: Time is an illusion 

She says, “Just one store.” You believe her. That is your first mistake. Time bends in the gravitational field of a sale sign. Ten minutes for her is ten centuries for you. Welcome to eternity.

Lesson 2: participation without  presence 

You will be asked questions like, “Do you think this looks good on me?” Understand: this is not a question. This is a trap. Master the sacred phrase: “Yes, perfect” and deliver it with the conviction of an experienced thespian who is day dreaming about sitting in a cafe, sipping a Negroni.

Lesson 3: Emptiness 

As your day dreams wane – so does your ego. Soon you will no longer care about anything. You have transcended.

Lesson 4: Trial by bags 

At the end of the all the research,  she may finally purchase a thing or two . And when she does, she will hand it to you. Those shopping bags are not mere fabric and plastic. They are sacred weights – symbols of suffering, badges of endurance, proof of your spiritual progress. Carry them proudly, pilgrim.

Lesson 5: Nirvana in the aisles 

Around the seventh store, your brain will quietly shut down. You will stop thinking, stop caring, stop resisting. You will achieve pure thoughtlessness.

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In praise of never asking questions

August 31, 2025

The thinking person’s guide to not thinking

Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to declare solemnly : I believe in stories. Not just any stories, but the right stories – the ones that agree with me.

You see, facts are slippery, treacherous little things. They change, they demand proof, they refuse to flatter. But stories are loyal! They conform beautifully to the religious truths of my ancestors, the racial certainties of my tribe, the historical legends of my nation, and of course, the political doctrines of my party.

Who really wants the discomfort of doubt? Doubt is corrosive. Doubt asks questions. Doubt suggests I might be wrong.

So when you ask me, “Why don’t you question these stories?” I say to you: why should I? They give me comfort, they give me community, they give me power. Doubt is over-rated. Belief is convenient.

Therefore, I stand before you, unashamed, unwavering, unburdened by the need of evidence – a true believer in the sacred art of never asking questions. And I invite you all to join me. Because if enough of us clap loudly enough, perhaps reality itself will finally fall in line.

As for those who don’t subscribe to my beliefs or to my views which are based on my beliefs I have stories about them too. And prescriptions for curing, curbing or crushing them. I used to whisper some of these prescriptions earlier. Nowadays I simply forward them on WhatsApp.