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Every time someone asks me, “Are you fucking insane?”, I gain another superpower.

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I think that is the terrifying reality. Beneath the elaborately constructed veneer of the bumbling buffoon, there may well be a bumbling buffoon. That is the nightmare we all have to live with.

Boris Johnson, Tory MP, Mayor of London, genuinely confused about whether or not the over-educated disconnected half-wit persona he’s carefully constructed for himself is, in fact, the real Boris Johnson.

As striking as he is visually, with his shock of white-blonde hair, it’s nothing compared to the shock when he starts talking. He has the most stereotypical posh toff accent imaginable, coupled with his infuriating (for journalists) habit of seemingly unconsciously answering questions in Greek or Latin. Sometimes he seems barely functional, and sometimes he seems absolutely masterful of the topic he’s been engaged to deal with. (Denny Crane)

His Wiki page has a rather large controversies section, and he was allowed to host political satire quiz Have I Got New For You (“Boris Johnson was never meant to be let loose on human kind!” and the classic “In a daze, I mount the stool.”), on the understanding that he would do/say at least one criminally stupid thing. Which he did. That entire episode, linked above, was the cast making fun of him. And it was hilarious. Sometimes, it makes him an unfair target for lazy journalists, because BoJo always delivers: "I must have forgotten what the title was. 

There’s a real chance that he might end up as prime minister some day. 

Related: Pierre Trudeau

This photo was taken in Buckingham Palace on May 7th, 1977. On the right is Queen Elizabeth II and her retinue. On the left is Pierre Trudeau, prime minister of Canada, doing a pirouette, because FUCK YOU that’s why.
He had a second-level black belt in Judo. He’s responsible for making Canada bilingual. He adopted friendly relations with China before the US did (making nonsense of the old Vulcan proverb). He dated Barbara Streisand and Bianca Jagger. He married a woman 29 years younger than him and slid down the banister in Buckingham Palace before executing the move you see above.
Because fuck you. 

This photo was taken in Buckingham Palace on May 7th, 1977. On the right is Queen Elizabeth II and her retinue. On the left is Pierre Trudeau, prime minister of Canada, doing a pirouette, because FUCK YOU that’s why.

He had a second-level black belt in Judo. He’s responsible for making Canada bilingual. He adopted friendly relations with China before the US did (making nonsense of the old Vulcan proverb). He dated Barbara Streisand and Bianca Jagger. He married a woman 29 years younger than him and slid down the banister in Buckingham Palace before executing the move you see above.

Because fuck you. 

Overwhelmed 2: The Syndrome

So yeah, when Franz Liszt played his pleasant piano pieces, people would sometimes go mental. They’d just lose their minds at being the presence of that kind of genius. It was called Lisztomania and it’s really cool that it was a real thing. Yeah.

And in 1620 or whatever, people decided that they just had to have tulips. Everyone likes tulips because tulips are awesome, but when everyone goes for the same thing at the same time, the price becomes, shall we say, unreflective of its value. This was called Tulipomania and it’s really cool that it was a real thing.

Sometimes, when people go to Jerusalem, they go crazy. They develop a religious fever, sometimes moving there permanently, and other times believing they are the second coming of Jesus. It’s called Jerusalem Syndrome and it’s great that it’s a real thing.

Sometimes, when people go to Paris, it doesn’t quite match up with their mental construction of what Paris should be like. If the disparity is wide enough, the crushing disappoinment drives them mad. It’s called Paris Syndrome and yes, it’s a real thing.

Sometimes, when people are in hostage situations, or a situation analogous to a hostage situation, they start thinking the abusive assholes are the good guys because they occasionally let up on the abuse to go to the bathroom or get something to eat. These people, these poor deluded souls, can even turn to the dark side and join them. This is called Stockholm Syndrome, and obviously it’s a real thing because it’s in a bunch of movies.

Sometimes, when people are in the presence of lots of art or pretty things, their tiny human brains can’t take it and they fall over, or otherwise go crazy. It happens a lot in Florence (obviously), but it can happen anywhere and despite the fact that it should clearly be called Double Rainbow Syndrome, it’s called Stendhal Syndrome. And, yes, it is also cool that this is a real thing.

I think I've started to infect my friends

  • lin tan: whoa
  • lin tan: so i painted my toenails silver
  • lin tan: i moved my foot
  • lin tan: and i thought there was like a tiny ufo floating in the room
  • lin tan: i'm kind of confused right now
I don’t have to tell you things are bad. Everybody knows things are bad. It’s a depression.
Everybody’s out of work or scared of losing their job. The dollar buys a nickel’s worth, banks are going bust, shopkeepers keep a gun under the counter. Punks are running wild in the street and there’s nobody anywhere who seems to know what to do, and there’s no end to it.
We know the air is unfit to breathe and our food is unfit to eat, and we sit watching our TV’s while some local newscaster tells us that today we had fifteen homicides and sixty-three violent crimes, as if that’s the way it’s supposed to be. We know things are bad - worse than bad. They’re crazy. It’s like everything everywhere is going crazy, so we don’t go out anymore.
We sit in the house, and slowly the world we are living in is getting smaller, and all we say is, ‘Please, at least leave us alone in our living rooms. Let me have my toaster and my TV and my steel-belted radials and I won’t say anything. Just leave us alone.’
Well, I’m not gonna leave you alone! I want you to get mad! I don’t want you to protest. I don’t want you to riot - I don’t want you to write to your congressman because I wouldn’t know what to tell you to write. I don’t know what to do about the depression and the inflation and the Russians and the crime in the street. All I know is that first you’ve got to get mad. You’ve got to say, ‘I’m a HUMAN BEING, God damn it! My life has VALUE!’
So I want you to get up now. I want all of you to get up out of your chairs. I want you to get up right now and go to the window. Open it, and stick your head out, and yell, ‘I’M AS MAD AS HELL, AND I’M NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS ANYMORE!’
I want you to get up right now, sit up, go to your windows, open them and stick your head out and yell - ‘I’m as mad as hell and I’m not going to take this anymore!’ Things have got to change. But first, you’ve gotta get mad! You’ve got to say, ‘I’m as mad as hell, and I’m not going to take this anymore!’ Then we’ll figure out what to do about the depression and the inflation and the oil crisis.
But first get up out of your chairs, open the window, stick your head out, and yell, and say it: “I’M AS MAD AS HELL, AND I’M NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS ANYMORE!”

- Howard Beale, the schizophrenic news anchor from Network (1976). Change out “Russians” for “Muslims” and he’s talking about today. Watch this movie.

I don’t have to tell you things are bad. Everybody knows things are bad. It’s a depression.

Everybody’s out of work or scared of losing their job. The dollar buys a nickel’s worth, banks are going bust, shopkeepers keep a gun under the counter. Punks are running wild in the street and there’s nobody anywhere who seems to know what to do, and there’s no end to it.

We know the air is unfit to breathe and our food is unfit to eat, and we sit watching our TV’s while some local newscaster tells us that today we had fifteen homicides and sixty-three violent crimes, as if that’s the way it’s supposed to be. We know things are bad - worse than bad. They’re crazy. It’s like everything everywhere is going crazy, so we don’t go out anymore.

We sit in the house, and slowly the world we are living in is getting smaller, and all we say is, ‘Please, at least leave us alone in our living rooms. Let me have my toaster and my TV and my steel-belted radials and I won’t say anything. Just leave us alone.’

Well, I’m not gonna leave you alone! I want you to get mad! I don’t want you to protest. I don’t want you to riot - I don’t want you to write to your congressman because I wouldn’t know what to tell you to write. I don’t know what to do about the depression and the inflation and the Russians and the crime in the street. All I know is that first you’ve got to get mad. You’ve got to say, ‘I’m a HUMAN BEING, God damn it! My life has VALUE!’

So I want you to get up now. I want all of you to get up out of your chairs. I want you to get up right now and go to the window. Open it, and stick your head out, and yell, ‘I’M AS MAD AS HELL, AND I’M NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS ANYMORE!’

I want you to get up right now, sit up, go to your windows, open them and stick your head out and yell - ‘I’m as mad as hell and I’m not going to take this anymore!’ Things have got to change. But first, you’ve gotta get mad! You’ve got to say, ‘I’m as mad as hell, and I’m not going to take this anymore!’ Then we’ll figure out what to do about the depression and the inflation and the oil crisis.

But first get up out of your chairs, open the window, stick your head out, and yell, and say it: “I’M AS MAD AS HELL, AND I’M NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS ANYMORE!”

- Howard Beale, the schizophrenic news anchor from Network (1976). Change out “Russians” for “Muslims” and he’s talking about today. Watch this movie.

I Needed to Know for an Official Form

  • Me: Is there a history of mental illness in our family?
  • My father: There is now.
(Reblogged from randomactsofchaos)
Flirting with madness was one thing; when madness started flirting back, it was time to call the whole thing off.
Rohinton Mistry, A Fine Balance, 1995
(Reblogged from prurient-rapture)