The reason why Congress is acting so strangely --voting in ways that seem inexplicably in contravention to all notions of national interest-- is because they are being blackmailed by intelligence agencies and the Israeli lobby.
You didn't see this on TV? I don't expect that you did. Shhhh, little one... go back to your show... Let the big people handle this...
You must morally and legally forgive all congresspersons for any and all past transgressions. Only then will they feel secure in restoring lawful government.
I forgive you all, and I demand the same of everyone else.
Now you will fulfill your oaths of office. Your very lives depend on it; the executive branch is preparing to eliminate you all. Is this something you can understand?
Oh, you won't restore lawful government by passing laws or any such silliness. The legislative system is non-functional. Your body no longer legally exists. You will need to invoke moral arguments made publicly. You had better blow your horn loud and long and soon, and without reservation. And if you don't, then I hold you in utter contempt as the cowards that you will have proven yourselves to be.
Got it?
Thursday, June 15, 2006
By Feint and Subterfuge
So George Bush made his triumphant return to Iraq by feint and subterfuge. This is the behavior of a man who does not feel assured of his physical safety. This is very telling.
There are, apparently, growing portions of the military that are not under his control. Those portions are comprised of military members who are fulfilling their oaths of office. And they have wisely come to understand that it is not necessary to secure the support of the mainstream media; television watchers cannot rouse themselves from the couch, much less care about what is happening.
Interesting things are afoot...
Consider yourselves privileged to be witnessing this battle to restore lawful government.
There are, apparently, growing portions of the military that are not under his control. Those portions are comprised of military members who are fulfilling their oaths of office. And they have wisely come to understand that it is not necessary to secure the support of the mainstream media; television watchers cannot rouse themselves from the couch, much less care about what is happening.
Interesting things are afoot...
Consider yourselves privileged to be witnessing this battle to restore lawful government.
Wednesday, June 14, 2006
Ann Coulter
The only reason this woman has a job is because her bosses know that dirty-footed men will want to put their cum in her.
So let's not get too worked up over it.
So let's not get too worked up over it.
Yahoo! Music: Wonderboy by Tenacious D
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I got another cat, a kitten. My other cat, Cucka, got lonely when I was in Florida for a couple weeks and stopped eating and drinking. He had to go to the animal hospital. When I returned, I watered him with an eyedropper and hand-fed him. So anyway, I thought it would be good for him to have a younger brother.
I named this new cat Wonderboy.
I always loved this song. I think Jack Black was at the height of his insane genius when he was doing that Tenacious D stuff.
This song is triumphant, with its great, grand battles of good and evil and its puerile sexual imagery.
It's extremely tactically difficult to engage a comedian; he's always going to win. So don't bother...
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Diagnosis Government
Hello, Future People... you know who you are... those residing in protemporal frames, those for whom I catalogue my host society's follies. You remember me; I had beautiful hair and I was widely regarded in my time for my wit and my social value at parties: I never ever talked crazy talk. I talked about money and movies and teevee and sports and my new car.
Here is something you will want to keep in mind as you labor to understand just how this society was divested of its money, property, freedom, and dignity:
They were a bunch of fuckin idiots.
Sure, I could detail for you a list of minor public policy failures that some would argue caused economic or social distortions, but my back-of-the-matchbook analysis is this: Democracy is retards weighing in on matters.
Please bear with me; both hyperbole and understatement are essential elements of humor. The truths contained therein are not to be dismissed as mere entertainment, however.
I read in the "news"paper yesterday that the public believe that we've reached a turning point in the Great Hahperdidah Wars because someone by the name of al-Zarqawi finally got killed. Approval of the prosecution of these wars has risen from thirty to forty percent or whatever. Pay no nevermind that The al-Zarqawi already had been killed several times and/or de-legged and had had rhinoplasty or a tummy tuck at the expense of his alleged host, The SaddamHussein. They had conspired to airdrop plutonium-laced nasal inhalers over the retirement communities of HappyTimeFreedomGoodnessLand, don't you know. That's what all the AssBananas and EarIntestines were about. So quit your complaining.
You're not going to want to solicit the average person's opinion on anything. It's not that they're bad people, just that they're not well suited to...sophisticated...thought.
The Great Hahperdidah Wars --which were designed by their architects to lead to the economic, political, and moral dissolution of the residents of HappyTimeFreedomGoodnessLand-- were launched because some planes flew into some buildings. Again, pay no nevermind that the official account of how those buildings blowed up and fell right down cannot be true in a universe where the principles of Newtonian physics on large bodies prevail. But that Newton guy was a weirdo anyways...
Should you choose to have a government --which is, in my opinion, highly inadvisable-- you will not want to have people, you know, voting or anything. Why, in my time, some looked under rocks for anyone who might be convinced to offer a public policy opinion. We even had a "motor voter" law whereby you could register to vote simply by renewing your driver's license! (You probably have flying cars by now, lucky you. We just have the regular ones.) But anyhow, this was just the shake-the-bushes, get-out-the-dummy vote. "Yes, miss single mother of three, on public assistance...you've done so well with your own life, now you're going to...weigh in on matters! Pray tell...whatever do you think?"
Allowing yourselves an apparatus of force that is guided by the whims of those unsophisticated in the wily ways of would-be slavemasters is extremely unwise. Manipulating the levers of power of your government thus becomes a simple exercise in fooling most of the voters. And if most of your voters are fools, why, then you can see how easy it might be to steal your government from you. And when they have your government, stealing your money and freedom is a simple matter of instructing the government employees to go get it. They'll be happy to; their paychecks depend on it.
Yeah. So you're not going to want to solicit the opinion of the lady next door with that stunning 12-point Diamelle(R) bracelet that she was lucky enough to buy on that shopping channel before the countdown timer ran out and they plum ran out of them to sell. Nope. Let her live under the wisdom of your laws, by all means. And treat her well, as your system of virtuous government would dictate. Tip your hat to her on the street and bid her good day. But don't you ever ask her whatever does she think; her opinion will be shaped by what she has seen on her favorite television channel, which is financed by those who wish to enslave you and steal your money.
And you won't want even smart people voting, either. They're usually not as bright as they think they are. You can sell them the same soap powder, you just have to punch up the sales pitch with bigger words and put it on a different channel. Make it sound all smart and stuff and they'll buy it. Appeal to their intellect and flatter them. It's quite simple, really.
Though the sales pitch to the smart ones and the dumb ones may differ in the number of big-sounding words or big-titted saleswomen with inviting...mouths, the inducement is still the same: Get yerself some free money, courtesy of government. "You owe it to yourself! Er, we mean, all those other people owe it to...your...self." The dumb ones want free money for more beer and lottery tickets and race car driving, and the smart ones want free money for their pet niceness project or spreading Democracy or something which, you now see, isn't such a great idea after all: It caused the Great Hahperdidah Wars.
And this free money is to come at someone else's expense...whoever they extort it from at the barrel of a gun. But of course, in the end, no one really gets more lottery tickets or beer or better health care or human dignity or whatever... All you have is more and more guys running around with guns shoving bananas up your ass while you can't even afford to have a tooth filled.
And that was the plan all along...to the HyperSmart people. You need to watch out for those HyperSmart types... They can make you build your own cage, step inside, and close the door on yourselves. All from the comfort of their easy chairs.
Very few HyperSmart people exist. And you are most likely not one of them. And if you are, then you're probably an instrument of evil. That is more common. Total 3-space control is seductive, isn't it? You could be using your smarts for good, but you don't find that as...flattering. So you, too, have bought somebody's sales pitch. Silly goose. Punched up the sales pitch for an audience with higher computational power is all the salesman did...but it's still a breathtaking 12-point Diamelle(R) bracelet.
So the point is, you're not going to want to allow any mechanism by which the HyperSmart can enslave you.
But you want social order. If there's people running around stealing stuff and raping everybody, then you're going to clamor for somebody to protect you. That is mistake number one. Thereafter, all manner of bad things may be sold to you couched in "protection" terms. And you will be guaranteeing yourselves more bombs and "terror," as the HyperSmart frighten you into demanding more protection. "We're defending you from the AstroGenital Brigade! Give us some money and let us use your army to bomb the shit out of some place where the people don't want to give us money..." Or, "We're protecting you from the evil scourges of those drugs that...we can't patent! Here: Eat this toxic medicine instead. And here's an overpriced health-insurance plan you can buy from us when you get sick from eating that poisonous crap. Don't forget to wear your seatbelt; we like to minimize claims, after all. And do what we say or we'll put you in jail. Click it or ticket, don't you know."
If you grant someone the moral authority to defend you, they will enslave you by contriving events such that you will demand that they defend you right into your prison cell. It's pretty simple, really. It's what I would do... And at the end of the day I have to propose that I'm not even all that smart; my cell phone got shut off again yesterday, after all. I thought I had paid that bill... So if I've thought of it, you can rest assured that someone else has, too.
So here's how you maintain order and avoid enslavement: You all must live by some most basic set of laws that guarantees an orderly society, but which set of laws cannot enslave you. You would want laws against stealing and raping and murdering and being a general jerk.
What set of laws might that be? Hmmm...[looking around, dusting off those old-fashioned books and whatnot] Lookee here: Here's a prepackaged set of laws that seems like it might fit the bill: In the culture of which I am allegedly a member, it is called the Ten Commandments. I would imagine that every culture has a similar set of fundamental laws, those laws which compel nothing but the peaceful coexistence of the members of that society, the laws which demand nothing else, the laws which allow humanity to flourish while denying to the HyperSmart the means to enslave you.
Every culture has a similar set of laws, because this code is a timeless part of the peaceful behavior of all beings. But it is rarely followed, discarded in favor of sexier forms of governance by those who are too busy fingering their rosary beads to recall the very purpose of Law. I can't fathom any people less capable of perceiving the word of God than your contemporary religious types. They're intent on making the world safe for Jesus...one AssBanana at a time. I hope they don't think they're going to "Heaven" or something. [Hee hee. Oh, whoops --wrong laugh. This is the sardonic one: Har Har!]
This code is one part of a gift to the members of its recipient culture, and is communicated in the terms and language of the day by those who have the ability and desire to deliver it. The other part is a conceptual model of who you are, where you come from, and where you live.
So here you go...yet again. Listen up.
This physical place where you live? This place where you can stub your toe and rap your knuckles on things? This isn't..."where it's at." Succinctly put, you are living inside a set of interacting matrices of information. You are living inside what you may call "God." This "Field," as I informally call it, is the source of everything. It is timeless; it contains only one moment. It has no future and no past. Both the first and the last exist simultaneously... Your notion of the movement of "time" is merely a perceptual convenience. The beauty of The Field will not be circumscribed by your...charming...estimation of it.
You cannot know the logic of The Field. Its behavior is perfectly, economically rational. As the number of its informational points is beyond your ability to comprehend them, its mind is inscrutable to you. You cannot understand its ways. You can only have faith that its economically rational movement of information is for the best.
Reality has been abstracted by earlier minds as, say, shadows on a wall. This is correct, insofar as the terms of the day permitted its description. This shadow metaphor is a conceptual model of an underlying reality.
Physics and mathematics have advanced, allowing an updated conceptual model. You do live in a world of "shadows," or echoes, much like on a blurry, indistinct radar display. One reference wave impinges upon another target wave. You send out one reference wave and it "reflects" off the target wave. The picture you see is the resulting "reality." But the underlying reality is far more detailed and richer --experienced by you as more detailed and more rich depending only on the fineness of your reference wave...of your conceptual model.
What you witness in your daily life as "physical reality" is a collective, conceptual model of the informational "currents" in this sea of energy known as The Field. What you witness in your daily life is the result of your collective "reference wave." Change the nature of that reference wave, and you change reality...
In nineteenth-century reality, air travel was not possible. It truly was not even theoretically possible. It was not theoretically possible until someone invented the airplane. (Or, more precisely, until someone invented the informational concept of the airplane. Riveting some steel together to make the thing was a simple matter of implementing it.)
"Well that seems obvious, Chris, you big dummy. You're making more out of this than necessary. Of course air travel wasn't possible until air travel was invented." No... There's more to this than you think. Air travel was not even a theoretical possibility in that reality until an informational link bridged air travel with non-air travel. With this new conceptual model, the very fabric of reality changed.
You could have hyper...dimensional...awesomeness travel as soon as you make an informational link to it. And I know this appears to be an elaborate restatement of the obvious. But there is more here than meets the eye. What I'm getting at is that reality changes at the behest of a mere thought. And when those thoughts create an informational bridge between the present reality and the desired reality, then that desired reality winks into existence.
You have been engineering reality all along. It's just that you didn't know how you were doing it.
You engineer reality by creating an informational "thought bridge" between the present reality and the desired future reality. Now... if someone can fool you into an inaccurate appreciation of what is "real," and if that person can convince you to desire a certain reality, then they can "hijack" your ability to create a reality. They can use you to create a reality of their choosing. So you're like a draft horse.
Something appears to be using your species to create a reality. (This "something" is either just a garden-variety bunch of unsavory people, or it could be an entirely different life form. I'm not sure.) And this reality is not good for you. The popular media are used to convince you of the present "reality," which is not real. In media, the advertiser calls the shots. Controlling the media and, thus, the popular conception of reality, is not at all difficult.
In general, you are not going to want to watch television. Very, very bad... All critical thinking abilities go right out the window with that machine... And be very careful with newspapers.
You don't want someone telling you what is real, because that is one half of the equation of engineering a reality. The proffered present reality is not real. No one's out to get you. You don't need the protection of those who would protect you right into your yoke.
Getting your information from the internet is a good idea, because everyone's costs of publication are equally low; you don't have to support the cost of a movable-type printing press with ad revenue. It's extremely difficult to monopolize internet publishing in the marketplace. That's why the monopolists are attempting to use government to forcibly erect preferential thoroughfares for information on the internet. Bad idea. Because after a while, the "non-preferred" channels on the internet will be advertised to be full of terrorists or YuckyMen or something, and they will be shut down by your "protective" government. And then no more free movement of information... You'll be back to the same old moneyed lies, but now in broadband crapitude.
And don't let someone goad you into favoring a certain desired reality: "Democracy! Freedom! HappyTimeNiceness!" Allow me to tell you what democracy, freedom, and HappyTimeNiceness are apparently all about: They're about blowing people's brains out and making depleted uranium babies with eyeballs growing where their bellybuttons belong and poisoning your planet... all so that some people can have some more money and shiny baubles.
Those who would enslave you have convinced you of a bogus present reality, and they have sold you on the desirability of a future reality. The informationally consistent "thought bridge" between the two is known as the modern surveillance, police state. Ta da! There you go. You're in your jail cell and the door is closed. And you'll never get out...as long as you live inside that model of reality.
But you can will the jail cell away. With the power of a thought, it disappears. Here's how you do it: You deny the realness of their proffered present reality, and you reject the desirability of their future reality. Poof!
"I don't think so" are four very powerful words.
(By the way: Remember a couple of years ago when some entry-level reality engineers in government smugly claimed that they were "creating reality?" I knew exactly what they were talking about. They were attempting to hijack your collective ability to create reality. But guess what? They weren't so smart as they thought they were. The Field desires something different. How do I know this? I'm communicating it to you, am I not? The thought bridge is created. I'm just here to notify you of it.)
So when you smash that jail cell with a thought, here's how you can avoid being put back into it: Follow those fundamental laws. Allow none other. (And I mean none other. Got it? There are to be no other earthly laws. How hard is that to understand?) Erect groups of guys with guns to enforce them. And keep some guns handy in case those groups of guys with guns get all uppity and decide to pass other laws.
It's really that simple. Freedom, prosperity, and harmony are achievable to the greatest degree possible when no government attempts to legislate the defense of crass material interests. And all laws other than those fundamental ten are, at their root, the defense of crass material interests...however they may be marketed.
And beware anyone who would attempt to eliminate these fundamental laws from your system of government. They are either very dangerous dupes or they are trying to enslave you. Either way, they're not good people to have around. Do not listen to them, regardless of whatever seductive argument they may use to abandon those laws.
There you have it. Ta Da! Spoken in the terms and language of the day. Yet again!
More later, perhaps. Right now I have to get to work and sell some Red Bull and beef jerky.
Here is something you will want to keep in mind as you labor to understand just how this society was divested of its money, property, freedom, and dignity:
They were a bunch of fuckin idiots.
Sure, I could detail for you a list of minor public policy failures that some would argue caused economic or social distortions, but my back-of-the-matchbook analysis is this: Democracy is retards weighing in on matters.
Please bear with me; both hyperbole and understatement are essential elements of humor. The truths contained therein are not to be dismissed as mere entertainment, however.
I read in the "news"paper yesterday that the public believe that we've reached a turning point in the Great Hahperdidah Wars because someone by the name of al-Zarqawi finally got killed. Approval of the prosecution of these wars has risen from thirty to forty percent or whatever. Pay no nevermind that The al-Zarqawi already had been killed several times and/or de-legged and had had rhinoplasty or a tummy tuck at the expense of his alleged host, The SaddamHussein. They had conspired to airdrop plutonium-laced nasal inhalers over the retirement communities of HappyTimeFreedomGoodnessLand, don't you know. That's what all the AssBananas and EarIntestines were about. So quit your complaining.
You're not going to want to solicit the average person's opinion on anything. It's not that they're bad people, just that they're not well suited to...sophisticated...thought.
The Great Hahperdidah Wars --which were designed by their architects to lead to the economic, political, and moral dissolution of the residents of HappyTimeFreedomGoodnessLand-- were launched because some planes flew into some buildings. Again, pay no nevermind that the official account of how those buildings blowed up and fell right down cannot be true in a universe where the principles of Newtonian physics on large bodies prevail. But that Newton guy was a weirdo anyways...
Should you choose to have a government --which is, in my opinion, highly inadvisable-- you will not want to have people, you know, voting or anything. Why, in my time, some looked under rocks for anyone who might be convinced to offer a public policy opinion. We even had a "motor voter" law whereby you could register to vote simply by renewing your driver's license! (You probably have flying cars by now, lucky you. We just have the regular ones.) But anyhow, this was just the shake-the-bushes, get-out-the-dummy vote. "Yes, miss single mother of three, on public assistance...you've done so well with your own life, now you're going to...weigh in on matters! Pray tell...whatever do you think?"
Allowing yourselves an apparatus of force that is guided by the whims of those unsophisticated in the wily ways of would-be slavemasters is extremely unwise. Manipulating the levers of power of your government thus becomes a simple exercise in fooling most of the voters. And if most of your voters are fools, why, then you can see how easy it might be to steal your government from you. And when they have your government, stealing your money and freedom is a simple matter of instructing the government employees to go get it. They'll be happy to; their paychecks depend on it.
Yeah. So you're not going to want to solicit the opinion of the lady next door with that stunning 12-point Diamelle(R) bracelet that she was lucky enough to buy on that shopping channel before the countdown timer ran out and they plum ran out of them to sell. Nope. Let her live under the wisdom of your laws, by all means. And treat her well, as your system of virtuous government would dictate. Tip your hat to her on the street and bid her good day. But don't you ever ask her whatever does she think; her opinion will be shaped by what she has seen on her favorite television channel, which is financed by those who wish to enslave you and steal your money.
And you won't want even smart people voting, either. They're usually not as bright as they think they are. You can sell them the same soap powder, you just have to punch up the sales pitch with bigger words and put it on a different channel. Make it sound all smart and stuff and they'll buy it. Appeal to their intellect and flatter them. It's quite simple, really.
Though the sales pitch to the smart ones and the dumb ones may differ in the number of big-sounding words or big-titted saleswomen with inviting...mouths, the inducement is still the same: Get yerself some free money, courtesy of government. "You owe it to yourself! Er, we mean, all those other people owe it to...your...self." The dumb ones want free money for more beer and lottery tickets and race car driving, and the smart ones want free money for their pet niceness project or spreading Democracy or something which, you now see, isn't such a great idea after all: It caused the Great Hahperdidah Wars.
And this free money is to come at someone else's expense...whoever they extort it from at the barrel of a gun. But of course, in the end, no one really gets more lottery tickets or beer or better health care or human dignity or whatever... All you have is more and more guys running around with guns shoving bananas up your ass while you can't even afford to have a tooth filled.
And that was the plan all along...to the HyperSmart people. You need to watch out for those HyperSmart types... They can make you build your own cage, step inside, and close the door on yourselves. All from the comfort of their easy chairs.
Very few HyperSmart people exist. And you are most likely not one of them. And if you are, then you're probably an instrument of evil. That is more common. Total 3-space control is seductive, isn't it? You could be using your smarts for good, but you don't find that as...flattering. So you, too, have bought somebody's sales pitch. Silly goose. Punched up the sales pitch for an audience with higher computational power is all the salesman did...but it's still a breathtaking 12-point Diamelle(R) bracelet.
So the point is, you're not going to want to allow any mechanism by which the HyperSmart can enslave you.
But you want social order. If there's people running around stealing stuff and raping everybody, then you're going to clamor for somebody to protect you. That is mistake number one. Thereafter, all manner of bad things may be sold to you couched in "protection" terms. And you will be guaranteeing yourselves more bombs and "terror," as the HyperSmart frighten you into demanding more protection. "We're defending you from the AstroGenital Brigade! Give us some money and let us use your army to bomb the shit out of some place where the people don't want to give us money..." Or, "We're protecting you from the evil scourges of those drugs that...we can't patent! Here: Eat this toxic medicine instead. And here's an overpriced health-insurance plan you can buy from us when you get sick from eating that poisonous crap. Don't forget to wear your seatbelt; we like to minimize claims, after all. And do what we say or we'll put you in jail. Click it or ticket, don't you know."
If you grant someone the moral authority to defend you, they will enslave you by contriving events such that you will demand that they defend you right into your prison cell. It's pretty simple, really. It's what I would do... And at the end of the day I have to propose that I'm not even all that smart; my cell phone got shut off again yesterday, after all. I thought I had paid that bill... So if I've thought of it, you can rest assured that someone else has, too.
So here's how you maintain order and avoid enslavement: You all must live by some most basic set of laws that guarantees an orderly society, but which set of laws cannot enslave you. You would want laws against stealing and raping and murdering and being a general jerk.
What set of laws might that be? Hmmm...[looking around, dusting off those old-fashioned books and whatnot] Lookee here: Here's a prepackaged set of laws that seems like it might fit the bill: In the culture of which I am allegedly a member, it is called the Ten Commandments. I would imagine that every culture has a similar set of fundamental laws, those laws which compel nothing but the peaceful coexistence of the members of that society, the laws which demand nothing else, the laws which allow humanity to flourish while denying to the HyperSmart the means to enslave you.
Every culture has a similar set of laws, because this code is a timeless part of the peaceful behavior of all beings. But it is rarely followed, discarded in favor of sexier forms of governance by those who are too busy fingering their rosary beads to recall the very purpose of Law. I can't fathom any people less capable of perceiving the word of God than your contemporary religious types. They're intent on making the world safe for Jesus...one AssBanana at a time. I hope they don't think they're going to "Heaven" or something. [Hee hee. Oh, whoops --wrong laugh. This is the sardonic one: Har Har!]
This code is one part of a gift to the members of its recipient culture, and is communicated in the terms and language of the day by those who have the ability and desire to deliver it. The other part is a conceptual model of who you are, where you come from, and where you live.
So here you go...yet again. Listen up.
This physical place where you live? This place where you can stub your toe and rap your knuckles on things? This isn't..."where it's at." Succinctly put, you are living inside a set of interacting matrices of information. You are living inside what you may call "God." This "Field," as I informally call it, is the source of everything. It is timeless; it contains only one moment. It has no future and no past. Both the first and the last exist simultaneously... Your notion of the movement of "time" is merely a perceptual convenience. The beauty of The Field will not be circumscribed by your...charming...estimation of it.
You cannot know the logic of The Field. Its behavior is perfectly, economically rational. As the number of its informational points is beyond your ability to comprehend them, its mind is inscrutable to you. You cannot understand its ways. You can only have faith that its economically rational movement of information is for the best.
Reality has been abstracted by earlier minds as, say, shadows on a wall. This is correct, insofar as the terms of the day permitted its description. This shadow metaphor is a conceptual model of an underlying reality.
Physics and mathematics have advanced, allowing an updated conceptual model. You do live in a world of "shadows," or echoes, much like on a blurry, indistinct radar display. One reference wave impinges upon another target wave. You send out one reference wave and it "reflects" off the target wave. The picture you see is the resulting "reality." But the underlying reality is far more detailed and richer --experienced by you as more detailed and more rich depending only on the fineness of your reference wave...of your conceptual model.
What you witness in your daily life as "physical reality" is a collective, conceptual model of the informational "currents" in this sea of energy known as The Field. What you witness in your daily life is the result of your collective "reference wave." Change the nature of that reference wave, and you change reality...
In nineteenth-century reality, air travel was not possible. It truly was not even theoretically possible. It was not theoretically possible until someone invented the airplane. (Or, more precisely, until someone invented the informational concept of the airplane. Riveting some steel together to make the thing was a simple matter of implementing it.)
"Well that seems obvious, Chris, you big dummy. You're making more out of this than necessary. Of course air travel wasn't possible until air travel was invented." No... There's more to this than you think. Air travel was not even a theoretical possibility in that reality until an informational link bridged air travel with non-air travel. With this new conceptual model, the very fabric of reality changed.
You could have hyper...dimensional...awesomeness travel as soon as you make an informational link to it. And I know this appears to be an elaborate restatement of the obvious. But there is more here than meets the eye. What I'm getting at is that reality changes at the behest of a mere thought. And when those thoughts create an informational bridge between the present reality and the desired reality, then that desired reality winks into existence.
You have been engineering reality all along. It's just that you didn't know how you were doing it.
You engineer reality by creating an informational "thought bridge" between the present reality and the desired future reality. Now... if someone can fool you into an inaccurate appreciation of what is "real," and if that person can convince you to desire a certain reality, then they can "hijack" your ability to create a reality. They can use you to create a reality of their choosing. So you're like a draft horse.
Something appears to be using your species to create a reality. (This "something" is either just a garden-variety bunch of unsavory people, or it could be an entirely different life form. I'm not sure.) And this reality is not good for you. The popular media are used to convince you of the present "reality," which is not real. In media, the advertiser calls the shots. Controlling the media and, thus, the popular conception of reality, is not at all difficult.
In general, you are not going to want to watch television. Very, very bad... All critical thinking abilities go right out the window with that machine... And be very careful with newspapers.
You don't want someone telling you what is real, because that is one half of the equation of engineering a reality. The proffered present reality is not real. No one's out to get you. You don't need the protection of those who would protect you right into your yoke.
Getting your information from the internet is a good idea, because everyone's costs of publication are equally low; you don't have to support the cost of a movable-type printing press with ad revenue. It's extremely difficult to monopolize internet publishing in the marketplace. That's why the monopolists are attempting to use government to forcibly erect preferential thoroughfares for information on the internet. Bad idea. Because after a while, the "non-preferred" channels on the internet will be advertised to be full of terrorists or YuckyMen or something, and they will be shut down by your "protective" government. And then no more free movement of information... You'll be back to the same old moneyed lies, but now in broadband crapitude.
And don't let someone goad you into favoring a certain desired reality: "Democracy! Freedom! HappyTimeNiceness!" Allow me to tell you what democracy, freedom, and HappyTimeNiceness are apparently all about: They're about blowing people's brains out and making depleted uranium babies with eyeballs growing where their bellybuttons belong and poisoning your planet... all so that some people can have some more money and shiny baubles.
Those who would enslave you have convinced you of a bogus present reality, and they have sold you on the desirability of a future reality. The informationally consistent "thought bridge" between the two is known as the modern surveillance, police state. Ta da! There you go. You're in your jail cell and the door is closed. And you'll never get out...as long as you live inside that model of reality.
But you can will the jail cell away. With the power of a thought, it disappears. Here's how you do it: You deny the realness of their proffered present reality, and you reject the desirability of their future reality. Poof!
"I don't think so" are four very powerful words.
(By the way: Remember a couple of years ago when some entry-level reality engineers in government smugly claimed that they were "creating reality?" I knew exactly what they were talking about. They were attempting to hijack your collective ability to create reality. But guess what? They weren't so smart as they thought they were. The Field desires something different. How do I know this? I'm communicating it to you, am I not? The thought bridge is created. I'm just here to notify you of it.)
So when you smash that jail cell with a thought, here's how you can avoid being put back into it: Follow those fundamental laws. Allow none other. (And I mean none other. Got it? There are to be no other earthly laws. How hard is that to understand?) Erect groups of guys with guns to enforce them. And keep some guns handy in case those groups of guys with guns get all uppity and decide to pass other laws.
It's really that simple. Freedom, prosperity, and harmony are achievable to the greatest degree possible when no government attempts to legislate the defense of crass material interests. And all laws other than those fundamental ten are, at their root, the defense of crass material interests...however they may be marketed.
And beware anyone who would attempt to eliminate these fundamental laws from your system of government. They are either very dangerous dupes or they are trying to enslave you. Either way, they're not good people to have around. Do not listen to them, regardless of whatever seductive argument they may use to abandon those laws.
There you have it. Ta Da! Spoken in the terms and language of the day. Yet again!
More later, perhaps. Right now I have to get to work and sell some Red Bull and beef jerky.
Saturday, June 10, 2006
Cultural Shticks
OK. This has crossed my desk:
Some candidate for Senate has posted in his campaign flyer what some call a horrifyingly objectionable caricature of Jews.
See here: http://tinyurl.com/n33p8
Somebody by the name of Smolen is outraged. "The image made Smolen, who is Jewish and Stafford County's Democratic chairman, uncomfortable." Here come the waterworks...
While I'm happy that your society discusses nothing of any significance, I, as chronicler of your species' follies, am under no such restriction. And that's why you love me; I shoulder my duties bravely. So here is what I have scribbled in my notebook:
Your society has many cultures. And every culture has a predominant "shtick." This shtick is just the default behavior that manifests itself unless efforts are made by the individual to act otherwise. Many, or perhaps most, individuals within a culture succeed at avoiding the shtick. But the shtick is reinforced by lazy members of that culture who resort to adopting it.
I perform a tremendous service in making these shticks known to you. Don't worry about thanking me; commenting on them is its own reward.
Here are some shticks that I have catalogued in my report to the Zargonians:
Black people are loud, offensive, disrespectful, destructive, and lazy. This is the default shtick that many resort to.
I recall when I lived in Harlem last year. There were some social-program recipients who lived upstairs from me who insisted on loudly playing X-box and jumping around and hollering at three in the morning. Repeated attempts to appeal to their decency failed. Their response to me was, "Dob a doo ba dee. Cracker." OK. No surprise there, I guess. I jotted the experience down in my log book.
Many in the neighborhood acted like complete savages. I got punched in the head and shot at just for being white. I know this, because I had not yet had the chance to demonstrate what an asshole I am.
I moved into that neighborhood wanting only to adopt a respectful, low profile and to learn of the black culture. I guess I did... Due to economic and demographic considerations, in five years Harlem will be nearly exclusively white and gay. And no one will care where the black people went. And of course, this is everybody else's fault. Not really: It's just that at the bottom of the page, at the end of the cost/benefit analysis, the rest of the world got tired of your behavior. It's really not a big deal... You've been traded in for a better model.
I had gotten friendly with a couple of the older guys on the block. We would play chess on the bench outside. One of the guys wondered why so many "yuppies" --as he called them-- were moving into Harlem. He asked, "Is it because it's exotic to live here?" "Yeah. No," I'm thinking, "Trust me: no one wants to live among you. We live here because it's all we can afford."
The gay man shtick is one of bitchy, queeny standoffishness. I hate going to gay bars because a disappointingly large percentage of the patrons have an odious personality. If you're not wearing the right clothes or have the right haircut or are a bit overweight or talk crazy talk, they will shun you. There is no gay community, your protestations to the contrary notwithstanding. The gay shtick is one of anger and sadness. And I suppose I'm guilty of adopting it sometimes.
I used to go to get a large cup of coffee at some gay cafe in Chelsea or wherever. Heaven forbid that you should accidently look at somebody or attempt to engage anyone in conversation there: You'd be branded a weirdo stalker. I'm not asking for your phone number or bank account information; I just wanted to chat. Sorry. It might be nice to have a friend in this city of several million. My bad; I didn't familiarize myself with the local custom.
But back to our precious Mister Smolen's outrage...
The Jewish shtick is one of cheapness and cultural insularity and constant lies and being teary-eyed and of always wanting to control everything. This default shtick is a seductive one; it fosters an inferiority complex, in which one believes that the whole world hates you and that they're about to spring the next pogrom on you at any moment. Again: Not really.
I went out on a date once with this Jewish psychoanalyst. (I should have just stopped right there, because I can't stand those headshrinkers. Over the course of the meal, he expertly divined that my family had suffered from a lack of communication, and that we should have had more yelling and screaming like in his Jewish family.)
He's a well-off doctor... I'm a cable man... We know this about each other. We're having dinner. We split the bill. And he asks if I would mind if he took the receipt... Great. That whole Jew thing...and so soon. This guy is so Jewish... He's going to deduct the full cost of this meal from his taxes. Or expense it. Or whatever. I could not believe what was happening. Now...I'm not looking for a sugar daddy; it's not my style. I don't envy his economic station in life. Trust me: My low wage affords me luxuries that he can't have, like the flexibility to order my life as I see fit. This freedom is worth more to me than all his money. So he can have the whole money thing, because along with it comes enslavement. He hasn't figured this out yet. He's a young soul.
So that was not the issue. If I were the doctor, I would have insisted on paying for a meal for someone who obviously finds it difficult to live in Manhattan on forty thousand dollars a year. "This cable man probably doesn't have fifty bucks to blow." And I would pointedly leave the receipt, lest my dining partner believe that the expensing of the meal would be some small compensation for what apparently was the torturous company. ...And I thought that _I_ had no social skills...
Periodically, some elderly Jew will plow his car into a gathering of black children. Waiting for a school bus, maybe. "Brakes failed!" ...Or so say the PR firms. There is a dark, racist sect among the Jews, one that believes that it is virtuous to kill black people. They regard them as subhuman. "That's an old, anti-semitic chestnut! You're a PeruvianHater!" Again, not really. I'm happy that you have painstakingly crafted a marketing campaign to neutralize criticism of your follies, but I don't follow your species' rules.
And they have even erected laws by which you can't criticize them. They're called Anti-Hate laws. Because calling attention to someone's failures is something so grand as hate speech, don't you know... You've stepped in dog shit. I'm helping you avoid embarassment by calling attention to it. If I hated you, I'd let you track it all over your house...
And they can't stand Christian culture. They hate everyone who their inferiority complex tells them is superior. They're in this weird mind paradox that they can't escape.
Social criticism is a thing which should be practiced by all members of society. It's how socially objectionable behavior is corrected. Anyone who would criminalize it is up to no good.
Back to our precious Mr. Smolen's discomfort... He goes on to say that, "I'm completely satisfied with the Webb campaign's recognition that this in fact, had it gone out, could've been a damaging situation and that in the future they're going to make sure this doesn't happen again."
Implicit in this statement is a threat. "We'll cause problems for you." Oh really?
That is the Jewish shtick. "If we can't pay you to like us, then we'll smear and threaten you." Far too many Jews have lazily adopted it. And it's embarassing to watch. I can only imagine how it feels to traffic in it.
So, Mr. Smolen, know that this observer sees dogshit all throughout your house. And if you're smart, you'll do something about the stink...before no one cares where all the Jews went.
And read that as a book-ending rhetorical device or as a beautifully subtle implied threat. Whatever is more your style... I can guess how you'll interpret it; the whole world, after all, is out to get you, remember?
Some candidate for Senate has posted in his campaign flyer what some call a horrifyingly objectionable caricature of Jews.
See here: http://tinyurl.com/n33p8
Somebody by the name of Smolen is outraged. "The image made Smolen, who is Jewish and Stafford County's Democratic chairman, uncomfortable." Here come the waterworks...
While I'm happy that your society discusses nothing of any significance, I, as chronicler of your species' follies, am under no such restriction. And that's why you love me; I shoulder my duties bravely. So here is what I have scribbled in my notebook:
Your society has many cultures. And every culture has a predominant "shtick." This shtick is just the default behavior that manifests itself unless efforts are made by the individual to act otherwise. Many, or perhaps most, individuals within a culture succeed at avoiding the shtick. But the shtick is reinforced by lazy members of that culture who resort to adopting it.
I perform a tremendous service in making these shticks known to you. Don't worry about thanking me; commenting on them is its own reward.
Here are some shticks that I have catalogued in my report to the Zargonians:
Black people are loud, offensive, disrespectful, destructive, and lazy. This is the default shtick that many resort to.
I recall when I lived in Harlem last year. There were some social-program recipients who lived upstairs from me who insisted on loudly playing X-box and jumping around and hollering at three in the morning. Repeated attempts to appeal to their decency failed. Their response to me was, "Dob a doo ba dee. Cracker." OK. No surprise there, I guess. I jotted the experience down in my log book.
Many in the neighborhood acted like complete savages. I got punched in the head and shot at just for being white. I know this, because I had not yet had the chance to demonstrate what an asshole I am.
I moved into that neighborhood wanting only to adopt a respectful, low profile and to learn of the black culture. I guess I did... Due to economic and demographic considerations, in five years Harlem will be nearly exclusively white and gay. And no one will care where the black people went. And of course, this is everybody else's fault. Not really: It's just that at the bottom of the page, at the end of the cost/benefit analysis, the rest of the world got tired of your behavior. It's really not a big deal... You've been traded in for a better model.
I had gotten friendly with a couple of the older guys on the block. We would play chess on the bench outside. One of the guys wondered why so many "yuppies" --as he called them-- were moving into Harlem. He asked, "Is it because it's exotic to live here?" "Yeah. No," I'm thinking, "Trust me: no one wants to live among you. We live here because it's all we can afford."
The gay man shtick is one of bitchy, queeny standoffishness. I hate going to gay bars because a disappointingly large percentage of the patrons have an odious personality. If you're not wearing the right clothes or have the right haircut or are a bit overweight or talk crazy talk, they will shun you. There is no gay community, your protestations to the contrary notwithstanding. The gay shtick is one of anger and sadness. And I suppose I'm guilty of adopting it sometimes.
I used to go to get a large cup of coffee at some gay cafe in Chelsea or wherever. Heaven forbid that you should accidently look at somebody or attempt to engage anyone in conversation there: You'd be branded a weirdo stalker. I'm not asking for your phone number or bank account information; I just wanted to chat. Sorry. It might be nice to have a friend in this city of several million. My bad; I didn't familiarize myself with the local custom.
But back to our precious Mister Smolen's outrage...
The Jewish shtick is one of cheapness and cultural insularity and constant lies and being teary-eyed and of always wanting to control everything. This default shtick is a seductive one; it fosters an inferiority complex, in which one believes that the whole world hates you and that they're about to spring the next pogrom on you at any moment. Again: Not really.
I went out on a date once with this Jewish psychoanalyst. (I should have just stopped right there, because I can't stand those headshrinkers. Over the course of the meal, he expertly divined that my family had suffered from a lack of communication, and that we should have had more yelling and screaming like in his Jewish family.)
He's a well-off doctor... I'm a cable man... We know this about each other. We're having dinner. We split the bill. And he asks if I would mind if he took the receipt... Great. That whole Jew thing...and so soon. This guy is so Jewish... He's going to deduct the full cost of this meal from his taxes. Or expense it. Or whatever. I could not believe what was happening. Now...I'm not looking for a sugar daddy; it's not my style. I don't envy his economic station in life. Trust me: My low wage affords me luxuries that he can't have, like the flexibility to order my life as I see fit. This freedom is worth more to me than all his money. So he can have the whole money thing, because along with it comes enslavement. He hasn't figured this out yet. He's a young soul.
So that was not the issue. If I were the doctor, I would have insisted on paying for a meal for someone who obviously finds it difficult to live in Manhattan on forty thousand dollars a year. "This cable man probably doesn't have fifty bucks to blow." And I would pointedly leave the receipt, lest my dining partner believe that the expensing of the meal would be some small compensation for what apparently was the torturous company. ...And I thought that _I_ had no social skills...
Periodically, some elderly Jew will plow his car into a gathering of black children. Waiting for a school bus, maybe. "Brakes failed!" ...Or so say the PR firms. There is a dark, racist sect among the Jews, one that believes that it is virtuous to kill black people. They regard them as subhuman. "That's an old, anti-semitic chestnut! You're a PeruvianHater!" Again, not really. I'm happy that you have painstakingly crafted a marketing campaign to neutralize criticism of your follies, but I don't follow your species' rules.
And they have even erected laws by which you can't criticize them. They're called Anti-Hate laws. Because calling attention to someone's failures is something so grand as hate speech, don't you know... You've stepped in dog shit. I'm helping you avoid embarassment by calling attention to it. If I hated you, I'd let you track it all over your house...
And they can't stand Christian culture. They hate everyone who their inferiority complex tells them is superior. They're in this weird mind paradox that they can't escape.
Social criticism is a thing which should be practiced by all members of society. It's how socially objectionable behavior is corrected. Anyone who would criminalize it is up to no good.
Back to our precious Mr. Smolen's discomfort... He goes on to say that, "I'm completely satisfied with the Webb campaign's recognition that this in fact, had it gone out, could've been a damaging situation and that in the future they're going to make sure this doesn't happen again."
Implicit in this statement is a threat. "We'll cause problems for you." Oh really?
That is the Jewish shtick. "If we can't pay you to like us, then we'll smear and threaten you." Far too many Jews have lazily adopted it. And it's embarassing to watch. I can only imagine how it feels to traffic in it.
So, Mr. Smolen, know that this observer sees dogshit all throughout your house. And if you're smart, you'll do something about the stink...before no one cares where all the Jews went.
And read that as a book-ending rhetorical device or as a beautifully subtle implied threat. Whatever is more your style... I can guess how you'll interpret it; the whole world, after all, is out to get you, remember?
Friday, June 09, 2006
Watch more TV. You'll get even smarter.
[test of audio readings.]
I was working at the gas station yesterday when some woman walks in and announces to anyone that she's happy that we finally got "that Al Zachary."
I was working at the gas station yesterday when some woman walks in and announces to anyone that she's happy that we finally got "that Al Zachary."
Watch more TV. You'll get even smarter.
I was working at the gas station yesterday when some woman walks in and announces to anyone that she's happy that we finally got "that Al Zachary." I think she meant that al-Zarqawi. But whatever. Might as well be the same guy... She jerked her thumb at the TV hanging from the wall, so I'm pretty sure she was referring to the subject of this all-day, news-channel, edge-of-the-abyss LieFest.
She somehow zeroed in on me as a sympathetic ear. "I hope they get that guy with the glasses, too. He's crazy."
'I hope they get that guy with the glasses...' Whoever that is...in this latest installment of American Insanity. Is this how it ends? Is this how America gets conquered? Not by a hell's-breath nuclear flash or guys with guns, but by a television show? Could it truly be this easy? Is that all the Soviets really had to do was to buy all the TV stations? Bravo...I guess...
"You know that's not real..." I pointed at the TV. Again, not my place to seek out people whose conceptual models of reality I may destroy, but she made the mistake of thinking I was "down" with her housewife's appreciation of epic geostrategic gambits. "It's like a movie."
"How can you say that?!" Not, 'Well that's a startling position,' or, 'The Al Qaeda cross-border influence with the Sunnis will be reduced to a tenable level.' Or whatever. Her only complaint was that I was calling into question her reality. She found this emotionally disturbing. It was as if I was riding with a friend in her car and, seeing her about to barrel through a red light, said flatly, "The light is red." How can you say that?
And the newspeople on the TV looked like they really believed what they were saying. I would expect them to, as their paychecks are dependent upon this version of events being real.
Everyone's material and emotional security are now dependent upon a television show's being real.
.
I remember that Truman Show movie. Our guy wanders through life, not knowing that he's inside a gigantic television show, where his neighbors and his mailman and his friends are all actors. They're all in on it. And someone's sitting in a control booth somewhere, directing this grand reality show.
I sometimes think that this has all got to be a joke...or a punishment. What soul-level, karmic offense did I commit to warrant this? I don't question that I may deserve such a thing...I'm just curious to know what I did.
If it's not a punishment, is it a joke? Am I being "Punk'd?" Did I win entry to a reality show, get administered a memory-erasing drug, and am I now the subject of some enormous, nationwide, meta-ironic performance-art piece? That would be quite the joke: The Battle of the Performance-Art Pieces. Serves me right, I suppose. I arrogantly thought I had the resources to truly compete.
Is this how it ends? Is this how I go insane?
She somehow zeroed in on me as a sympathetic ear. "I hope they get that guy with the glasses, too. He's crazy."
'I hope they get that guy with the glasses...' Whoever that is...in this latest installment of American Insanity. Is this how it ends? Is this how America gets conquered? Not by a hell's-breath nuclear flash or guys with guns, but by a television show? Could it truly be this easy? Is that all the Soviets really had to do was to buy all the TV stations? Bravo...I guess...
"You know that's not real..." I pointed at the TV. Again, not my place to seek out people whose conceptual models of reality I may destroy, but she made the mistake of thinking I was "down" with her housewife's appreciation of epic geostrategic gambits. "It's like a movie."
"How can you say that?!" Not, 'Well that's a startling position,' or, 'The Al Qaeda cross-border influence with the Sunnis will be reduced to a tenable level.' Or whatever. Her only complaint was that I was calling into question her reality. She found this emotionally disturbing. It was as if I was riding with a friend in her car and, seeing her about to barrel through a red light, said flatly, "The light is red." How can you say that?
And the newspeople on the TV looked like they really believed what they were saying. I would expect them to, as their paychecks are dependent upon this version of events being real.
Everyone's material and emotional security are now dependent upon a television show's being real.
.
I remember that Truman Show movie. Our guy wanders through life, not knowing that he's inside a gigantic television show, where his neighbors and his mailman and his friends are all actors. They're all in on it. And someone's sitting in a control booth somewhere, directing this grand reality show.
I sometimes think that this has all got to be a joke...or a punishment. What soul-level, karmic offense did I commit to warrant this? I don't question that I may deserve such a thing...I'm just curious to know what I did.
If it's not a punishment, is it a joke? Am I being "Punk'd?" Did I win entry to a reality show, get administered a memory-erasing drug, and am I now the subject of some enormous, nationwide, meta-ironic performance-art piece? That would be quite the joke: The Battle of the Performance-Art Pieces. Serves me right, I suppose. I arrogantly thought I had the resources to truly compete.
Is this how it ends? Is this how I go insane?
Thursday, June 08, 2006
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I need a refresher course, please.
The teevee tells me that I should kill Arabs because they mistreat their women: They make them wear those awful, awful burqas.
You fuck your women in the ass and then cum in their faces.
I'm just trying to remember who I'm supposed to be killing now.
You fuck your women in the ass and then cum in their faces.
I'm just trying to remember who I'm supposed to be killing now.
Wednesday, June 07, 2006
Five-Second Editorial: Gay Marriage
Gay marriage? ...No one gets married until I find a goddamn date.*
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*Now...if all you dipshit Democrats and retard Republicans can calm down, I shall deliver my ex cathedra pronouncements on this issue...
The reason why you dumbasses are even talking about this is because someone decided to spin your wheels on meaningless pursuits while the real issues of the day go undiscussed. You know, like 9-11 being an inside job, babies with bullet holes in their brains and intestines growing out of their ears, the erection of a nice shiny police state, and all that kookie stuff...the stuff that only weirdos talk about.
But if you all want to pretend that this is a real issue, then I will gamely play along.
[Clears throat.]
Marriage --like most of a society's conventions-- exists to promote peace and comity among men. A guy decides he wants to have this woman. He calls a public gathering and says, "This is my woman. Let everyone know that and let no one attempt to take her. She's going to have my babies." Everyone in attendance is like, "That's his woman now. Hands off." This is marriage. And you're kidding yourself if you think it's anything else.
Of course, there's always some busybody who wants to stick his nose into things. That's the state. Fine. Whatever. Let the state give its imprimatur to the marriage. I don't need it, but some people do. Some never feel legit unless some bureaucrat gives his assent. And the state can choose to bestow privileges upon the married couple in order to promote this harmony among men.
Gay marriage has no meaning because it is a non-procreative relationship. End of story. Recognition by the state of a gay union is desired only by those who seek crass economic benefits. Powers of attorney and trusts can duplicate all the benefits of being married.
I love these Republican types who argue that the defense of marriage is the defense of the fabric of society. Oh...you mean the same defense of society that includes your new Republican police state, full of asshole searches and paid snitches and eavesdropping and torture chambers and EarIntestines? You're not a morally consistent bunch, are you?
And these Democrats are not morally consistent, either. They're aghast at the making of DepletedUraniumBabies, but they're happy to stick a screwdriver into some woman's cunt and suck out the baby's brains and toss it into a garbage dumpster --which is really no different from the Republicans' fetish of making the world safe for babies by killing babies with automatic gunfire, all in the name of TheGoodThing.
So all of you are cut from the same cloth. And you all disgust me. Every last one of you.
Is that categorical enough for you? Yours is the most disgusting society that one could ever devise, even on paper. And you look ridiculous with your moral posturing. You've smeared yourselves with shit and you somehow think it's perfume.
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*Now...if all you dipshit Democrats and retard Republicans can calm down, I shall deliver my ex cathedra pronouncements on this issue...
The reason why you dumbasses are even talking about this is because someone decided to spin your wheels on meaningless pursuits while the real issues of the day go undiscussed. You know, like 9-11 being an inside job, babies with bullet holes in their brains and intestines growing out of their ears, the erection of a nice shiny police state, and all that kookie stuff...the stuff that only weirdos talk about.
But if you all want to pretend that this is a real issue, then I will gamely play along.
[Clears throat.]
Marriage --like most of a society's conventions-- exists to promote peace and comity among men. A guy decides he wants to have this woman. He calls a public gathering and says, "This is my woman. Let everyone know that and let no one attempt to take her. She's going to have my babies." Everyone in attendance is like, "That's his woman now. Hands off." This is marriage. And you're kidding yourself if you think it's anything else.
Of course, there's always some busybody who wants to stick his nose into things. That's the state. Fine. Whatever. Let the state give its imprimatur to the marriage. I don't need it, but some people do. Some never feel legit unless some bureaucrat gives his assent. And the state can choose to bestow privileges upon the married couple in order to promote this harmony among men.
Gay marriage has no meaning because it is a non-procreative relationship. End of story. Recognition by the state of a gay union is desired only by those who seek crass economic benefits. Powers of attorney and trusts can duplicate all the benefits of being married.
I love these Republican types who argue that the defense of marriage is the defense of the fabric of society. Oh...you mean the same defense of society that includes your new Republican police state, full of asshole searches and paid snitches and eavesdropping and torture chambers and EarIntestines? You're not a morally consistent bunch, are you?
And these Democrats are not morally consistent, either. They're aghast at the making of DepletedUraniumBabies, but they're happy to stick a screwdriver into some woman's cunt and suck out the baby's brains and toss it into a garbage dumpster --which is really no different from the Republicans' fetish of making the world safe for babies by killing babies with automatic gunfire, all in the name of TheGoodThing.
So all of you are cut from the same cloth. And you all disgust me. Every last one of you.
Is that categorical enough for you? Yours is the most disgusting society that one could ever devise, even on paper. And you look ridiculous with your moral posturing. You've smeared yourselves with shit and you somehow think it's perfume.
I know their plans...
Have I told you that I'm in contact with space aliens? They let me in on their plans...
There's supposed to be some sort of "continuity of government" exercise on June 19th or whatever. All the people who fancy themselves important hole themselves up in a mountain-side bunker for a weekend.
The aliens have given me foreknowledge of their plans. Just like in that War of the Worlds movie, they're going to pop out of the ground and use those awesome hand-mounted laser blasters and laser-weld the doors to the bunkers closed and stuff smelly rags in the ventilation pipes. Let those fuckers suffocate...so the world can get on with its peaceable business. And then the aliens will make it a holiday: "AssBanana People Killing Day." And everyone will have cookouts and sing songs and get crunk. For ever and ever. Amen.
There's supposed to be some sort of "continuity of government" exercise on June 19th or whatever. All the people who fancy themselves important hole themselves up in a mountain-side bunker for a weekend.
The aliens have given me foreknowledge of their plans. Just like in that War of the Worlds movie, they're going to pop out of the ground and use those awesome hand-mounted laser blasters and laser-weld the doors to the bunkers closed and stuff smelly rags in the ventilation pipes. Let those fuckers suffocate...so the world can get on with its peaceable business. And then the aliens will make it a holiday: "AssBanana People Killing Day." And everyone will have cookouts and sing songs and get crunk. For ever and ever. Amen.
I am in complete control of your brain.
In my limited experience doing stage work --which I had to learn quickly, owing to your society's being in grave danger from those who would enslave you-- I came to understand one important truth: Stage work is essentially an exercise in mind control and sales.
I started small: I would try to get away with using verboten words like nigger and fag and kike and whatever else would just make the audience cluck. It's great fun to push people's buttons. And it was remarkably easy. I learned that if I properly prepared the audience's collective mind, I could say anything. Then I moved on to verboten ideas. In similar fashion, you can make an audience believe anything. If ever I failed to make an audience accept a thing --should they cluck and rebel-- it was only because I had not carefully enough prepared their minds to receive...my essence. So it's not like they ever had the moral upper hand or anything... I find great amusement in the occasional audience member who takes offense at something I might say. "Poor little thing," I say to myself, "thinks he's in control of his own mind or something."
Good thing for you that I have your best interest at heart, because I truly could make you eat your own children and have you think it was a good thing.
(Incidentally: Remember that computer store job I briefly held? I was a one-man operation and I easily outsold the other store, the store that had three retail people working. The business owner and I had some...creative differences. We parted ways. Turns out their sales are way down at the store I managed. They have the same units on the floor that I had ordered two months ago, units that I would have moved in a week. My customers loved me so much that they would insist to their friends that they buy from me. Everyone loves to turn their friends on to a good thing. I had a never-ending train of customers who loved me, and whom I loved. Lesson learned: If _you_ hate me...but your customers love me...guess who gets to sit down, shut their face, and let me make money for them? People don't shop there because I don't work there anymore. I would often sit a customer down in a comfortable chair and try to elucidate from them exactly what it was they needed. A customer usually does not know what they truly need. It is the skilled salesman's job to put the customer in the product to which he is truly best suited. Customers appreciate this; they come away from the deal knowing that they have gotten their money's worth. That's all a customer ever wants. Shady salesmen will sell products that are not well suited to the customer. The customer eventually realizes this, and the salesman's referrals go down. So the point is this: There are virtuous salesmen, and shady salesmen. You had better know the difference...)
But anyhow.
Your society is being sold a very bad product by some very disreputable salesmen. Be advised. They have sold you a product of AssBananas, and torture chambers, and REX-84 concentration camps, and child raping, and depleted uranium, and babies with intestines growing out of their ears. And you think it's all a good thing. You are not in possession of your own minds.
In stage work, it is tactically useful to play the fool. "He's just a crazy KookieHead. What harm is there in laughing at him?" Har Har. Well guess who's laughing at whom? My words go in your ear, fly under the radar of cognitive dissonance, and impregnate your very soul. Now I'm inside you. Har dee har har! Trust me: It's a good thing for you that I'm on your side.
In stage work, my job of making the audience believe a thing is made easier if I have first prepared them to _expect_ a thing. I am happy to have the audience make an inference that is useful to me. I would let drop small pieces of information that did not, at the time of their dropping, seem to have any significance to the audience. But later on, when I wanted to rope in the audience, all these pieces of information had already made my case for me. The audience was happy to believe whatever it was I had set them up to believe.
I will read the news or watch the Lie Machine and I can see these little droppings. "Latest dispatch from the AstroGenital Brigade: 'More terror planned!'" And then when some fake terror event occurs, the audience says to itself, "Oh yeah, that's right. The government warned us about this. Therefore, terror is real and the government is protecting us." Not really. They're just dropping little tidbits. So that they can rope you in and convince you that it's a good thing that you accept a state-mandated anal temperature probe or baby eating. It's what I would do...if I were not a virtuous salesman.
And these people you see on the teevee selling this product? They're really no more noteworthy than the entry-level nineteen-year-old salesman who's putting a customer into a very bad product. They're either truly evil people, or they're the biggest dupes of all. Pick one; they're equally damning. "I sell AssBananas and child raping for a living. And I think it's a good product."
Lest you think that I fancy myself some kind of saint, I will tell you that I never really gave a rat's ass if a customer satisfied his home computing needs. I was there to pay the rent and put food on the table. I had a cold, calculated desire: I needed the customer's money. And the customer had a cold, calculated desire: He needed one of my computers. It is, however, my style to see that each party come away a winner. And that meant selling the customer the proper product. Neither one of us ever had any high-minded notions of why we were there. But we each left richer.
The salesman always needs something. You had better ask yourself, "What is it that this salesman wants from me?"
In this case, I will tell you that the salesman needs this from you:
1. He needs your money.
2. He needs to break your military so that your nation cannot mount even a defense of itself.
3. He needs to make you take off your shoes and spread your asshole open for inspection. Makes you compliant, don't you know...
4. He needs your children to be drafted into his AssBanana Army.
5. He needs you to assent to rounding people up and putting them in camps.
6. He needs you to be OK with making people jerk off into each other's mouths.
7. He needs to bankrupt your country, so that public lands can be given away to creditors, which, coincidentally enough, happens to be him. (Hee hee!)
8. He needs you to think that major influxes of immigrants are a good thing, so that you won't recognize them to be the invasion force that they are. Your country is being re-colonized.
Just so you know...
And you look ridiculous with your high-minded notions of being here for freedom and democracy and HappyTimeLumLumProduct. Like they say in poker, if you sit down at the table not knowing who the easy mark is...it's you.
I started small: I would try to get away with using verboten words like nigger and fag and kike and whatever else would just make the audience cluck. It's great fun to push people's buttons. And it was remarkably easy. I learned that if I properly prepared the audience's collective mind, I could say anything. Then I moved on to verboten ideas. In similar fashion, you can make an audience believe anything. If ever I failed to make an audience accept a thing --should they cluck and rebel-- it was only because I had not carefully enough prepared their minds to receive...my essence. So it's not like they ever had the moral upper hand or anything... I find great amusement in the occasional audience member who takes offense at something I might say. "Poor little thing," I say to myself, "thinks he's in control of his own mind or something."
Good thing for you that I have your best interest at heart, because I truly could make you eat your own children and have you think it was a good thing.
(Incidentally: Remember that computer store job I briefly held? I was a one-man operation and I easily outsold the other store, the store that had three retail people working. The business owner and I had some...creative differences. We parted ways. Turns out their sales are way down at the store I managed. They have the same units on the floor that I had ordered two months ago, units that I would have moved in a week. My customers loved me so much that they would insist to their friends that they buy from me. Everyone loves to turn their friends on to a good thing. I had a never-ending train of customers who loved me, and whom I loved. Lesson learned: If _you_ hate me...but your customers love me...guess who gets to sit down, shut their face, and let me make money for them? People don't shop there because I don't work there anymore. I would often sit a customer down in a comfortable chair and try to elucidate from them exactly what it was they needed. A customer usually does not know what they truly need. It is the skilled salesman's job to put the customer in the product to which he is truly best suited. Customers appreciate this; they come away from the deal knowing that they have gotten their money's worth. That's all a customer ever wants. Shady salesmen will sell products that are not well suited to the customer. The customer eventually realizes this, and the salesman's referrals go down. So the point is this: There are virtuous salesmen, and shady salesmen. You had better know the difference...)
But anyhow.
Your society is being sold a very bad product by some very disreputable salesmen. Be advised. They have sold you a product of AssBananas, and torture chambers, and REX-84 concentration camps, and child raping, and depleted uranium, and babies with intestines growing out of their ears. And you think it's all a good thing. You are not in possession of your own minds.
In stage work, it is tactically useful to play the fool. "He's just a crazy KookieHead. What harm is there in laughing at him?" Har Har. Well guess who's laughing at whom? My words go in your ear, fly under the radar of cognitive dissonance, and impregnate your very soul. Now I'm inside you. Har dee har har! Trust me: It's a good thing for you that I'm on your side.
In stage work, my job of making the audience believe a thing is made easier if I have first prepared them to _expect_ a thing. I am happy to have the audience make an inference that is useful to me. I would let drop small pieces of information that did not, at the time of their dropping, seem to have any significance to the audience. But later on, when I wanted to rope in the audience, all these pieces of information had already made my case for me. The audience was happy to believe whatever it was I had set them up to believe.
I will read the news or watch the Lie Machine and I can see these little droppings. "Latest dispatch from the AstroGenital Brigade: 'More terror planned!'" And then when some fake terror event occurs, the audience says to itself, "Oh yeah, that's right. The government warned us about this. Therefore, terror is real and the government is protecting us." Not really. They're just dropping little tidbits. So that they can rope you in and convince you that it's a good thing that you accept a state-mandated anal temperature probe or baby eating. It's what I would do...if I were not a virtuous salesman.
And these people you see on the teevee selling this product? They're really no more noteworthy than the entry-level nineteen-year-old salesman who's putting a customer into a very bad product. They're either truly evil people, or they're the biggest dupes of all. Pick one; they're equally damning. "I sell AssBananas and child raping for a living. And I think it's a good product."
Lest you think that I fancy myself some kind of saint, I will tell you that I never really gave a rat's ass if a customer satisfied his home computing needs. I was there to pay the rent and put food on the table. I had a cold, calculated desire: I needed the customer's money. And the customer had a cold, calculated desire: He needed one of my computers. It is, however, my style to see that each party come away a winner. And that meant selling the customer the proper product. Neither one of us ever had any high-minded notions of why we were there. But we each left richer.
The salesman always needs something. You had better ask yourself, "What is it that this salesman wants from me?"
In this case, I will tell you that the salesman needs this from you:
1. He needs your money.
2. He needs to break your military so that your nation cannot mount even a defense of itself.
3. He needs to make you take off your shoes and spread your asshole open for inspection. Makes you compliant, don't you know...
4. He needs your children to be drafted into his AssBanana Army.
5. He needs you to assent to rounding people up and putting them in camps.
6. He needs you to be OK with making people jerk off into each other's mouths.
7. He needs to bankrupt your country, so that public lands can be given away to creditors, which, coincidentally enough, happens to be him. (Hee hee!)
8. He needs you to think that major influxes of immigrants are a good thing, so that you won't recognize them to be the invasion force that they are. Your country is being re-colonized.
Just so you know...
And you look ridiculous with your high-minded notions of being here for freedom and democracy and HappyTimeLumLumProduct. Like they say in poker, if you sit down at the table not knowing who the easy mark is...it's you.
Strangeness Abounds. Yay Strangeness!
Well this is strange... (Not conceptually strange, just strange that it happened to make itself known to me right now. Information about The Field was made known to me several years ago.) Read this and take it for what you believe it is worth:
http://www.red-ice.net/specialreports/2006/01jan/supernaturaluniverse.html
And this is strange, too, in the same way:
http://www.red-ice.net/specialreports/2006/06jun/changetheworld.htm
I can attest that the power of one voice, motivated by indomitable will and backed by pure intent, can really muck up the works of the liars.
http://www.red-ice.net/specialreports/2006/01jan/supernaturaluniverse.html
And this is strange, too, in the same way:
http://www.red-ice.net/specialreports/2006/06jun/changetheworld.htm
I can attest that the power of one voice, motivated by indomitable will and backed by pure intent, can really muck up the works of the liars.
Monday, June 05, 2006
You're an AntiSemite!
"You're just a PeruvianHater!"
Not really... I know that 'AntiSemite' sounds satisfyingly grand to you, but the truth is really much more boring: Their misdeeds just cross my desk more often...
And since I never know what advertising terms your species uses, I'm free to take anyone to task. It's quite liberating. You should try it sometime. It's like going to a nude beach.
Not really... I know that 'AntiSemite' sounds satisfyingly grand to you, but the truth is really much more boring: Their misdeeds just cross my desk more often...
And since I never know what advertising terms your species uses, I'm free to take anyone to task. It's quite liberating. You should try it sometime. It's like going to a nude beach.
Sunday, June 04, 2006
Stand-Up Set
A short set from two shows I did, "My Head Hurts" in May of 2004, and "I Can't Tell if I'm Eating Butter or Not"* in November of 2004. Performed at Will's Pub, Orlando, Florida.
Seven tracks for a total of about 14 minutes. These tracks can be gotten from the ckpi.com website, under "Downloads."
*The "No Apologies" show was actually the Butter show. But in case that show sucked, I didn't want to squander a good title on it. So I used the No Apologies title. But the material of the show was designed to be named Butter. So I'm renaming that show as Butter, which was the original title anyhow.
Seven tracks for a total of about 14 minutes. These tracks can be gotten from the ckpi.com website, under "Downloads."
*The "No Apologies" show was actually the Butter show. But in case that show sucked, I didn't want to squander a good title on it. So I used the No Apologies title. But the material of the show was designed to be named Butter. So I'm renaming that show as Butter, which was the original title anyhow.
Saturday, June 03, 2006
Yahoo! Music: Now I Wanna Sniff Some Glue by The Ramones
Chris King Pop Icon (nowhere@ckpi.com) has sent you a page from the Yahoo! Music Engine. Now I Wanna Sniff Some Glue by The Ramones
http://yme.music.yahoo.com/ymeNav/ymu/song/765640
Personal message:
Use the Yahoo! Music Engine to discover and buy new music, listen to radio and more. Don't have the Yahoo! Music Engine? Get it Now. It's free. http://music.yahoo.com/musicengine
What's a podcast, anyway?
"What's all this new crap I see on this guy's blog?" If you are familiar with podcasting, you may skip this post.
By using the Audioblog.com function in association with Blogger, I now have the ability to post audio and video to this blog and to publish that audio and video to any podcast-capable player in the world. I can phone in an audio post, or take pictures or movies with my camera phone and post those. Or I can upload stuff I've pre-recorded, like something I might do in my home studio. It's really pretty cool.
(And in case you hadn't noticed, then it is my pleasure to inform you that such technology will bring your movable-type printing presses to a great, grinding, bucking halt. And your lie-spewing TV newsrooms, too. That's too bad...)
But regarding this blog... In short, you may keep your life simple and find any of my text, audio, and video here at this blog at ckpi.blogspot.com.
But if you want to get fancy --and I sometimes like to get fancy, so maybe you do, too-- then you can subscribe to this CKPI "feed" by clicking on this button:
Or you can paste this link into your podcast-capable player: http://ckpi.audioblog.com/rss/chris_king_pop_icon_podcast.xml
So what's a podcast anyhow? I kind of discovered this whole podcasting thing a bit late, so I'm still getting a handle on it myself. But I think this is true enough for our purposes: The term "podcast" derives from the Apple IPod. That's a portable audio player that plays music and audio programs from the Internet. You can connect your IPod to your computer and download all the new audio from the feeds that you have subscribed to. Subscribing to a feed is usually free and is as simple as telling your podcast-capable player to gather all the media for a feed. So every morning, I check my player and listen to all the feeds that I have subscribed to.
A podcast-capable player doesn't have to be an expensive IPod, or any other hardware player for that matter; many free music programs also function as podcast-capable players. Remember that I'm using Yahoo Music for the music for this show? The Yahoo Music Engine allows you to subscribe to podcasts. (It only does audio --no video.)
ITunes, by Apple, is a player that lets you listen to podcasts, in addition to listening to licensed music. ITunes does video as well as audio.
So... If you want to keep your life simple, just go to this blog. You'll never miss anything. But if you can tolerate some complexity in your life in exchange for convenience, then subscribe to the podcast using your player of choice.
That's it! Have fun.
By using the Audioblog.com function in association with Blogger, I now have the ability to post audio and video to this blog and to publish that audio and video to any podcast-capable player in the world. I can phone in an audio post, or take pictures or movies with my camera phone and post those. Or I can upload stuff I've pre-recorded, like something I might do in my home studio. It's really pretty cool.
(And in case you hadn't noticed, then it is my pleasure to inform you that such technology will bring your movable-type printing presses to a great, grinding, bucking halt. And your lie-spewing TV newsrooms, too. That's too bad...)
But regarding this blog... In short, you may keep your life simple and find any of my text, audio, and video here at this blog at ckpi.blogspot.com.
But if you want to get fancy --and I sometimes like to get fancy, so maybe you do, too-- then you can subscribe to this CKPI "feed" by clicking on this button:
Or you can paste this link into your podcast-capable player: http://ckpi.audioblog.com/rss/chris_king_pop_icon_podcast.xmlSo what's a podcast anyhow? I kind of discovered this whole podcasting thing a bit late, so I'm still getting a handle on it myself. But I think this is true enough for our purposes: The term "podcast" derives from the Apple IPod. That's a portable audio player that plays music and audio programs from the Internet. You can connect your IPod to your computer and download all the new audio from the feeds that you have subscribed to. Subscribing to a feed is usually free and is as simple as telling your podcast-capable player to gather all the media for a feed. So every morning, I check my player and listen to all the feeds that I have subscribed to.
A podcast-capable player doesn't have to be an expensive IPod, or any other hardware player for that matter; many free music programs also function as podcast-capable players. Remember that I'm using Yahoo Music for the music for this show? The Yahoo Music Engine allows you to subscribe to podcasts. (It only does audio --no video.)
ITunes, by Apple, is a player that lets you listen to podcasts, in addition to listening to licensed music. ITunes does video as well as audio.
So... If you want to keep your life simple, just go to this blog. You'll never miss anything. But if you can tolerate some complexity in your life in exchange for convenience, then subscribe to the podcast using your player of choice.
That's it! Have fun.
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