“Peppered Chub and Chemicals are the keys to the future.”

“…[I]t is hopeless to look for literal agreement among mankind…The ultimate philosophy, we may therefore conclude, must not in all its parts divide heresy from orthodoxy by too sharp a line. There must be left over and above the proposition to be subscribed, ubique, semper, et ab omnibus [always everywhere and by everyone], another realm into which the stifled soul may escape from pedantic scruples and indulge its own faith, at its own risks; and all that can here be done will be to mark out distinctly the questions which fall within faith’s sphere.”

Enter the Peppered Chub.

“The indignities so commonly charged to [reality]’s account are [numerous], almost all of them, not chargeable at all to [reality] proper, but rather to [reality]’s wicked practical partner, the spirit of corporate dominion. And[!], the [preprogrammed and widely accepted societal] bigotries are, most of them, in their turn chargeable to [reality]’s wicked intellectual partner, the spirit of dogmatic dominion, the passion for laying down the Law in the form of [...] absolutely closed-in theoretic [and aesthetically bereft] systems.

“Peppered Chub” is not an idea, it is not a metaphor, it is not a commodity nor is it a brand—it is a “lost continent in the mind” and the map to this continent has been for too long been “illegal, furiously suppressed, inveighed as suicidal and viewed with an unreflecting horror that earlier generations reserved for Bolshevi[sm], suffrage and oral sex.”

Kant would argue that the words the squares use for orientation like “god”, “the soul”, “laws”, or “facebook” are not objects of proper knowledge i.e. they have no sense, no content; they are devoid of any significance—and yet, [and yet(!),] the squares act as if there is a “god”, they speak of “souls”, they worship “laws” and they obey the mores [and aesthetic standards] of the “facebook”—so [these words/concepts] do indeed influence them and their interactions with their world. This causes them, as Kant, again, would say, to “experience the strange phenomenon of having a mind believing with all its strength in the reality of a thing it cannot comprehend.”

To cope “[they] carry credit cards, [they] live in fear of art—they fail to see that the screen is the new vector of addiction, that social media moguls and reality stars are the new apparatchiks of Industrialized Mediocrity.

Peppered Chub dissolves this social machinery through which it simultaneously moves.

Furthermore:

Unlike the designer substances that any square can easily cop, “there can be no ‘“Just Saying No” with Peppered Chub; nothing so asinine or preposterous will do. [Nor will Peppered Chub lead the willing down that] primrose path to the feel-good philosophies and empowerments that see unbridled hedonism [and unreflective validation] as the Holy Grail of social organization.”

Peppered Chub will not coddle the spiritually mediocre; Peppered Chub will not feed the “desperate assumption that somebody—or at least some force—is tending the light at the end of the tunnel.”

The campus style politicking, protesting and rebellion of the professionally “woke” become a vacant hum to the sound receptors of Peppered Chub.

Peppered Chub will not spoon feed answers like so much pap to the toothless and unimaginative who have never formulated a question beyond “to like or not to like.”

Because “[f]or every clarification that one arrives at by discussing these matters with others, there is a corresponding reinforcement of an illusion or understanding. The only reliable way to get THERE is by closing one’s eyes [to the HERE] and jumping blindly into the mosh with Peppered Chub. It is only in such leaps, motivated by whatever passion, perversity or dedication that the adhesive grip of duality is escaped and the way made clear for unconditional light.”

As St. John of the Cross said, “To be what you are not, experience what you are not.”

“What we have started must not be confused with anything else, cannot be limited to the expression of a thought, and still less to what is rightly considered art.”

Peppered Chub is the invitation to the absence of limitation.

Three bucks a hit.

the pinched: William James, Terrance McKenna, Martin A. Lee, Bruce Shlain, Immanuel Kant, Hunter S. Thompson, The High Priest of Harmful Matter: Jello Biafra and Georges Bataille

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