What is a Sardonic Poet?
A Sardonic Poet is a person at odds with (what is generally accepted by) those smitten with innovation. Sardonic Poet identify what benefits should persist in humanity's lives and lovingly mock those who are ignorant to the fact they are indoctrinated in a cult. The cult of innovation has few heretics, I am one such heretic.
I damn myself towards those who resent God by embracing Satan (through their addictions); their addictions to certainty. Certainty in who they love, hate, lust, pray to, who they vote for etc. I hunt fire, and document the effects it has on my brain. I write books and poetry, I record podcasts and skits in the pursuit of being the most interesting person on the planet. I'm not afraid to be wrong, because the wealth of insight I accrue is buried beneath imperfections. By God...I am NOT perfect.
I pledge this to you, you will write and publish a book. By the end of it, you will conquer doubt (with insight). Insight without the baggage. That's what a Sardonic Poet does. My thoughts are illegal so I have to inspire others to hunt fire. You will find your vision. Remember...ignorance is bliss, so it's my job to maintain what ignorance you have left. Wisdom is a scam. Ask me how I know.
"I won't tolerate you if you can't tolerate me."
The mechanisms in the mind that fulfill a requirement to function without conscious thought, transferred responsibility to the conscious mind. To try and cope, I assigned symbols or memories to mechanisms shaped like a triangle. I assigned symbols or memories to each point of an adjacent triangle representing my connection to God. My dying grandmother’s smile is the only symbol I remember. I don’t know where it belonged in the exercise but it’s the closest I ever felt to understanding why humans are incapable of being God. This when I realized God’s appetite to forgive you is to release his pain. If God doesn’t forgive you, the impetuous to create life would be a mistake because humanity’s consciousness is torture.
"I don't no what I'm doing." John Ralph Tuccitto
John Ralph Tuccitto was born in Toronto, Ontario, Canada. As of writing 'Dis-eased' he was thirty-seven years old, married with a three-year-old daughter.
With a "passion" for honesty, John explores his mind without fear or trepidation. He was diagnosed bipolar in November 2014 after experiencing psychosis, a severe mental disorder in which thought and emotions are so impaired that contact is lost with external reality; briefly in his case. His goal is to crush the stigma of mental illness in the workplace by sharing his perspective and what he has learned from the other side. John leverages his 14 years experience as a visual & user experience designer to help visualize and explain the intangible mechanisms that both plague and complement human connection. His poetic style is an acquired taste for those who truly value original ideas that refines the sphere of reality to a point.
Outside of writing, John enjoys drawing, reading non-fiction, fishing and collecting retro video games.
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Why are fearful people afraid of unknowns and want clear cut answers?
Fear trains us to obey with promise it will not manifest.
Can you be forced or compelled into being a good person or can genuine goodness of the heart only be voluntary?
Ask the people who benefit from the deed cares if the generosity was influenced or voluntary.
What exists only to mess with us?
What is the optimal manner in which caregivers should teach their children about what love is?
Love is transparent affection.
When has everyone stood up and clapped?
I am allergic to applause.
Why does a group of people clapping always get faster?
It's like sledding on a soccer field. You just sit there. Clapping tilts the field until is becomes a slope. If the cadence doesn't escalate, the sled will stop accelerating. I guess groups wish to escalate the thrill until it tops out. It annoys me personally.
What are blind spots in psychology?
Fear wields ignorance to steer your intrigue towards triggers that dissuade your curiosity from persevering.
Is freedom a dumb concept?
Freedom is the desire to escape oppression. It's a moving target, and it's unconcerned with who or what it impacts. I suppose if you believe there is no such thing as freedom, your escape rests on those who try in vain (for your amusement). That's your freedom.
Are hierarchies avoidable? Is the very existence of and ideal oppressive? Without an ideal to strive toward, how can society be ordered?
Food chain. Survival is-was our ideal. We've lost sight of that because convenience is our ideal. In a hierarchy what ideal wins? Survival or convenience? If you're starving; survival. If you're lazy; convenience. In a hierarchy what is oppression? "I'm not getting my way." In a survival situation you can't blame nature, you can only respect it. We are not nature because our ideal is convenience. Inconvenience is our oppression.
Is there or is there not anything objectively right or wrong that is independent of human opinion?
Look at politics. Look at how news corps stay in business purely by painting their opposition as inferior. It's a fucking racket. These rackets exist because none of us are objective.: there is only profit. What is profitable is predictable. Humans are predictable, not objective. Ask me how I know...
According to Freud, why do some people enjoy when something bad happens to someone?
Misfortune is misunderstood. Delight in fate's mercy.
How will censorship hurt writers and artists?
Censorship is despicable. If you are so ill-equipped to process incompatible thought, you choose to disable critical thinking; preferring to arrest what triggers signal within you to adapt to adversity. If that makes me an asshole (in your eyes), don't talk to me. Don't stick your head in the sand and claim you know better.
What is the threat of virtue?
I do not see an end to racism; regardless of who we elect. It's a bottomless stomach. We feed it virtue but...it's never satisfied. Why? The fear to offend (under the threat of virtue) makes us accountable to the mob (that fears to offend).
the "thrill" of ad-lib
What's the worst that can happen?
I hunt fire
What I'm Watching
Video Game-room Tour
I have a fun side of me.
Office Tour (Think Tank)
The process of charting a dis-eased mind started back in 2013. My office is a think-tank which I explored the deepest darkest depths of my shame. It eventually led to the creation of my book 'Dis-eased.' I've run out of room so I can't really expand but I do use a lot of post-it notes to iterate on ideas I have.
"Listening swallows grief.”