The Rot Movement
The Rot Movement is Born
? ? ?Ignorance is bliss, but
? ? idiocy a tragedy. Of course
? ? I do not expect these critics
? ? to understand -- the fools they
? ? are. For what have they to say
? ? in the face of originality??
? ? -- Marcus Maclean
?In the business of Rot, there are really only two things to keep in mind: we are not here to entertain the lesser readers, or indeed illustrate to any extent our originally intended morals or ideas ? because by doing so, we are committing a Rot blasphemy higher than any man can ever imagine. Secondly, we are most certainly not here to educate them of our purposes or secrets. I can?t imagine something so time-wasteful or unimaginably unintelligent. For what these readers can never realise, good friend, is that Rot is not literature at all -- rather, I declare, it is a source of misery and depression (if not isolation from creativity) that will, if used inappropriately, lead them all to madness.?
Two men, a woman, three children, and fourteen dogs were in a room having sex. The year was 2034, just one year after that goddamn terrorist had declared war on broom sticks and dynamite, and the same year in which some rap-guy was shot by his ex-wife -- apparently for belligerence of the extreme. Sarah Lee, one of the girls fucking, just so happened to be thinking about that exact thing; she remembered seeing the bloody face on television after school -- the old, wrinkled, overly worked-out face, which had been blown apart by a single bullet. And she also remembered the television reporter, some old dame who?d lost her money to her youngest son, speaking in a wildly excited voice. Ah. What a day that had been, the girl thought.
?I note with interest your false belief that, in some time or place long forgotten or warn out, Rot was actually invented. But do not be deceived. Rot has and always will hold a place in the heart of every reader who has ever read literature from those repulsive things we call books -- and, indeed, every man ever to live; for we do not have to recite to them our beliefs and views through paper only. What we explain is visible from all corners of the world, big and small. I admit that somewhere along the way someone actually translated the views and beliefs and visions which we express into readable pleasure ? but never -- not ever -- has a man imagined such fantasies. The mere notion is nonsensical.?
Some actor-guy lay asleep in his trailer, dreaming about tomorrows shoot for The Matrix No Longer Lives, Thirteen-thousand-and-ten, listening to the sounds of some long-forgotten being raped by her husband. Most people were apt to listen to that sort of thing these days, because it was much more soothing than listening to the bomb blasts outside, and the riot squads beating the Poor shitless, and the endless campaigns to vote True American?s over terrorists, who were now allowed to vote for president. In fact, he thought, it was almost better than listening to those basketball idiots beating there basketballs into rappers? heads, laughing and smiling for the cameras, taking shots for new Nike adds. But of course it wasn?t better than having sex with his daughter, thought the actor-person -- the daughter who was about to turn six. Nope, nothing was.
?There is also a considerable amount of controversy that we Rotist?s are merely attention-seekers: poor miserable souls who have never quite grasped the notion that fame is not the same as idiocy, and that words can, if provoked, become nonsensical or difficult in coherent terms to explain. For these critics who suggest this, I offer only one word of advice: Death. Kill the bastards. Make them rot in eternity for their own foolishness and attention-seeking. Because in their world, at least, there is no such thing as rebellion or violence -- there is no such thing as Freedom of Speech, or for that matter Negative Creativity. They cannot and never will understand that we Loyalists stand for one thing and one thing only: Freedom of Voice; Paper over Communism. And though I wish they could understand, such is their ignorance that they will never listen, follow, or believe you and I ? good criticism will come from the heart and soul only, not others. They will never understand. They will never believe. They will never follow. And the unfortunate consequent reality is they will never follow their own hearts, the fools.?
The New York City Police were on the side of the road stopping every second car randomly, administering the lethal injection to every driver who was under alcohol limit which you had to be over. Young Sarah Reeves, driving back from her sexual experience, smiled, because she had enough alcohol stashed away in the dash box to be over the limit. When she was stopped, however, the police ordered her out of the vehicle and almost at once began to rape and beat her lifeless, under the Presidents? order to destroy the lives of every goddamn female, while filming the entire experience. About two months after this, Sarah got a postcard in her mail box with the image of her naked on the side of the road, a cock in her mouth, masturbating while she was taken from behind, signed by the Terrorist Leaders who had assumed command of presidency, and who had given the vile order. At the time Sarah smiled and put the image next to the photograph of her husband, a thing of cuteness, the same man who had helped rape her.
?There is only one more thing I can mention to you, my dear friend: Do not be put off by non-believers. They were put on this earth only as Rule Followers; men and women who can do nought but the aforementioned. Such is the ignorance of their heart that they cannot understand Rebellion from Society, Rules, and any chance of a Literary Uprising ? a new generation of reading and violence. For that at least, sooner or later, they will be punished and led on to face the New Generation with shame and guilt -- but until then, I can only encourage you to keep strong. Because if we submit to their petty criticism and lack of understanding, sometime or another we ourselves -- the very founders of the Movement -- will fall to their lows. And what then shall we have to say to the generation who sparked our fury? Nothing, my dearest friend -- so keep strong, even if the situation may look hopeless; remember, if the Germans won, so can we.?
? ? ?When the world dies, only
? ? then will you White Men
? ? realise that the only tragedy
? ? of this earth was believing in
? ? what was never there.?
Elton John
