Is you is or is you ain't my behbeh?

If Tom and Jerry taught a generation of impressionable youngsters anything, it's that extreme violence is cyclical in nature and begets itself from within its own existence, much like the pheonix rising from the ash. Also that it's fucking hilarious.
What is it about animated avatars of humanity causing each other extreme discomfort and pain that makes one chortle with delight? Oh I know what you're thinking, that cartoons such as Tom and Jerry and Bugs Bunny have been repeatedly dissected to expose the violent content they portray as well as the possible psychological and sociological ramifications of exposure to such content at great length by some of the brightest minds in the country. The difference here friends Romans and countrymen is that it isn't one of the brightest minds in the country discussing it this time. It's mine. So sit back and buckle up. To hell with that, don't buckle up. Don't take any safety precautions whatsoever. Leave the elbow pads and the bicycle helmets tucked away on a dusty shelf in the garage. Disable the airbags. Leave the condoms in the wrapper. Take pills that expired so long ago there isn't a date on the package. Drink chunky milk. Don't hold the handrail on the way down the stairs. Eat an apple without washing it first...
Shit. I forgot the point I was trying to make.

It's hard to believe I'm a nihilist.

I had a long discussion last night and part of today about the belief structure of nihilism. Okay okay.. it may have been somewhat shorter than I let on. Can a nihilist really believe that they are a nihilist, and if they don't believe they are a nihilist, does that in fact reinforce their status as a nihilist?
Alright.. on to a new topic. What about hedonism? Priaprism? Geo Metrism? Wait, what?
Thanks to Utopian Earwax, I'm just glad I'm not a worker bee. If my penis ever explodes I would prefer it to be on my own terms.