It dawned in me a while back that the ink with which we write is black and blue.
This may seem insignificant, but now whever I look at a clean white sheet of paper-
All I can think about is that I am about to bruise its skin black and blue.
A veritable pummeling.
By transferring my thoughts onto paper I am committing an act of violence.
I don't think that I can write anymore.
Think of all those screaming pieces of paper.
In your desk.
In your binders.
Crammed into the books on your shelf.
Waiting in your printer-tray for their impending doom.
Literature is a violent hate crime.
This is a mad world.
Yet, I am comforted by my infrequent use of red-inked pens.
Saturday, December 02, 2006
Monday, November 27, 2006
An Unexpected Direction
So, I had some more thoughts on the snow. I have noted before, perhaps not on this blog, that humans generally hate each other and wish to kill one another. I realised this on the bus one day when people were being especially brutish to one another. I wondered why people don't just kill each other. I concluded that people get their latent hate for one another out by focusing all of their anamocity towards prominent figures such as presidents and actors. Take for example the frequent and unrelated references towards George W. Bush everytime something bad happens. eg. "George Bush made hurricanes kill black people". Although much anger towards Dubya is also pent up sexual attraction, which I will someday expand on in my novel "Fuck George Bush: The Modern University Student's Hard-On For Dubya", my point that people release their anger for one another on prominent figures stands. Furthermore, as I watched many snowball fights and the intense facewashes which often come with them I realised something further about human nature. We play war, we have snowball fights, wrestle and often use hyperbolic phrases like "I'm going to kill you". These things, I have observed, are done for the same reason as our focused hatred of prominent people. We hold deepseated hate for each other and seek for relatively non-lethal ways of expressing this hate.
I suppose that I have entirly absorbed a Freudian way of looking at life. I havn't even read much Freud. I don't know whether I have absorbed it diffusely or whether I have thought this stuff up on my own. Probably a bit of both.
I have been feeling a lot of anger lately. I blew a gasket on an old woman who treated me with extreme disrespect and imposed herself on my individual rights and freedoms. I have spent my life being ignored and silenced. It is rather like Lord of the Flies, where the one kid who knows what to do is inevitably crushed. This world, civilization, is run by the murderers and megalomaniacs. I could jump out right now and get into this, but I have turned a post that began as a light hearted comedic observation about how humans behave and now it is treading into my darker side. We don't need to go there.
The joke of a comedian is always supposed to make you weep and laugh at the same time. All I can do is either make someone weep or laugh. I can't tell a good joke unless I can elicite both responces at the same time. I cannot find the subtle tragicomic dusk of human communication.
This post has taken a rather unexpected direction...
I suppose that I have entirly absorbed a Freudian way of looking at life. I havn't even read much Freud. I don't know whether I have absorbed it diffusely or whether I have thought this stuff up on my own. Probably a bit of both.
I have been feeling a lot of anger lately. I blew a gasket on an old woman who treated me with extreme disrespect and imposed herself on my individual rights and freedoms. I have spent my life being ignored and silenced. It is rather like Lord of the Flies, where the one kid who knows what to do is inevitably crushed. This world, civilization, is run by the murderers and megalomaniacs. I could jump out right now and get into this, but I have turned a post that began as a light hearted comedic observation about how humans behave and now it is treading into my darker side. We don't need to go there.
The joke of a comedian is always supposed to make you weep and laugh at the same time. All I can do is either make someone weep or laugh. I can't tell a good joke unless I can elicite both responces at the same time. I cannot find the subtle tragicomic dusk of human communication.
This post has taken a rather unexpected direction...
Of Snowmen and Timberwolves
So, it is snowing in the land of Vancouver, and I am actually enjoying life. The phenomenon of snow in Vancouver brings out many odd things. In the endless suburb of Surrey life springs from the white smoothering blanket of snow. Couples tromp through the snow as if they have an obligation to walk in the rare snowfall. Neighbors who never talk chat while they shovel their driveways. Kids and teenagers are dragged behind the family truck on sleds or snowboards. Snowmen and snowwomen, and I guess snowgendermixedbeings abound. Snowball fights are intense and joyful. I have two comments to make about snow.
1. taking a snowmsn into a hot tub is the best thing in the world, his last moments would be glorious and then he would return to the liquid from whence he formed--all snowmen are buddhists.
2. the only thing that could make snow in the suburbs better is if packs of timber wolves appeared every time that it snowed--life is only worth living if one has to battle timber wolves once in a while.
If only I could live in my imagination. Perhaps I already do...remember to fear yet respect timber wolves and snowpeople, they are our only hope to redeem the human race.
1. taking a snowmsn into a hot tub is the best thing in the world, his last moments would be glorious and then he would return to the liquid from whence he formed--all snowmen are buddhists.
2. the only thing that could make snow in the suburbs better is if packs of timber wolves appeared every time that it snowed--life is only worth living if one has to battle timber wolves once in a while.
If only I could live in my imagination. Perhaps I already do...remember to fear yet respect timber wolves and snowpeople, they are our only hope to redeem the human race.
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
Forty-Second Street Station
Three blocks west of Forty-Second street, and about thirty feet below, there are twentythree people huddled together around three tile posts, waiting for the train. One is a short, jaunty man, with thick eyebrows and a cap, and another is an older woman, wearing a long, thin evening dress, on this otherwise cold day.The short man is a gambler, probabally not wealthy. He's wearing a grey cap that makes him look like a Sam. Or maybe a John. His briefcase is probabally filled with apples. It's black leather, like every other suitcase, but has several suspicious bulges on each side. He's wearing two suede shoes that almost perfectly match his cap. He just strikes me as a man named Sam.
The woman's the one I can't quite figure out. She's not very attractive, but tall, and thin. She has thin eyebrows, and very dark hair. It looks almost black where she's standing. She probabally argues with her husband about the price of tinto's, or salt, or something. It's a very long dress. Her skin is very white, the mans is dark.
There's only two others sitting on the benches. A woman with a two year old daughter, and an elderly man with a beat up homburg, pretending not to notice the child pulling at his shoe laces. Everyone else is standing. It's perfectly silent, save for the little girl, and the two lovers whispering to eachother. It's so quiet. You can just hear the high wistle on down the line. Everyones head turns left. Only the two lovers remain captivated in eachother. Even the child looks up from the old mans shoelaces.
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Tuesday, September 05, 2006
Chicken Pot Pie
In the Empire State building, when men conferenced for newer, more efficient, cost- effective rubber solutions, and women hurriedly scribbled memos to drop in the void- tube to nowhere, there was Helen, an old hen, living her final days in the coo-coo's nest, left of the barn, near
the farmhouse. When the time came to lay an egg, she would try and try, and yet every time still, come up at a deficiency. This happened time and time again, until at last, the other hens began to notice.
"She's just not got any left, I'm telling you," said the two little hens from accounting. "She's run out!"
"Oh hush you two," Said the Work Horse, peeking in through the door, "I bet she'll still have many."
"She's missed nearly three, horse," said one of the young hens, flauntingly.
"It's never been a problem before," Replied the Horse, " In all the years I've known her."
"Then your memory must be going before your age, horse, she's not laid an egg for near a month."
-"Yha, Yha! Forward!" Cried the farmer.
"I still DON'T REMEMBER ANY-" Neighed the work horse.
The whip finally snapped, and the horse plodded on forward. The gossiping hens heard the wagon beat on, and grow more faint.
The days rolled past, and things in the cubicle stayed much the same. The old hen had still not laid an egg, and the farmer grew more and
more impatient. By the end of the fiscal year the old hen seemed infertile, and finally the farmer came by to inspect.
"I tell you Josephine, there's only 6!"
"Well check again Robert, we need more than that!"
The farmer counted off the eggs, pointing at them dumbly, "One, Two, Three, Four-"
" -Robert, the carton is empty. I need another dozen," Josephine interrupted, standing with her hip to the door post, holding the empty carton in her left hand, above her elbow.
The farmer walked down the row of cubicles to inspect the three hens. He lifted the first, then the second, and patted each gently on the
head in the vain belief that one more should fall out. He gathered two eggs in his left hand and rolled them gently in his basket. He finally lifted old
Helen, the third, and patted her on the head. Nothing falling out, and not wanting to be wasteful, he picked her up, placed her gently on the table
outside the nest, and removed a knife from the wall. He held it against the skin above her neck, and drove it quickly through.
the farmhouse. When the time came to lay an egg, she would try and try, and yet every time still, come up at a deficiency. This happened time and time again, until at last, the other hens began to notice.
"She's just not got any left, I'm telling you," said the two little hens from accounting. "She's run out!"
"Oh hush you two," Said the Work Horse, peeking in through the door, "I bet she'll still have many."
"She's missed nearly three, horse," said one of the young hens, flauntingly.
"It's never been a problem before," Replied the Horse, " In all the years I've known her."
"Then your memory must be going before your age, horse, she's not laid an egg for near a month."
-"Yha, Yha! Forward!" Cried the farmer.
"I still DON'T REMEMBER ANY-" Neighed the work horse.
The whip finally snapped, and the horse plodded on forward. The gossiping hens heard the wagon beat on, and grow more faint.
The days rolled past, and things in the cubicle stayed much the same. The old hen had still not laid an egg, and the farmer grew more and
more impatient. By the end of the fiscal year the old hen seemed infertile, and finally the farmer came by to inspect.
"I tell you Josephine, there's only 6!"
"Well check again Robert, we need more than that!"
The farmer counted off the eggs, pointing at them dumbly, "One, Two, Three, Four-"
" -Robert, the carton is empty. I need another dozen," Josephine interrupted, standing with her hip to the door post, holding the empty carton in her left hand, above her elbow.
The farmer walked down the row of cubicles to inspect the three hens. He lifted the first, then the second, and patted each gently on the
head in the vain belief that one more should fall out. He gathered two eggs in his left hand and rolled them gently in his basket. He finally lifted old
Helen, the third, and patted her on the head. Nothing falling out, and not wanting to be wasteful, he picked her up, placed her gently on the table
outside the nest, and removed a knife from the wall. He held it against the skin above her neck, and drove it quickly through.
Monday, June 26, 2006
General madness
Am I the only one who thinks it would be great fun to go temporarily insane?A truly mad person is in all likelihood the only person on earth who truly believes; and never doubts for a moment, their own sanity.
Wouldn't it be nice, if only for a short time, to feel such certainty about the matter?
Even if you WERE to believe that God lives in the big house across the street-
the one with the polkadot curtains, which emits the overpowering smell of potatoes.
That the ants are stealing your thoughts and selling them to the wily badger that is plotting your downfall from inside his sinister, underground den, reciting FIERY propoganda before a packed house of mice, stoats, vole, and other vermin.
To say nothing of the fact that you believe with the firmest conviction that the "advil people" are in collusion with the badger, and are trying to slow your cat like reflexes, so- BAM! the badger can get you...
It'd still be worth it...
mmmmm, mushrooms... http://www.badgerbadgerbadger.com
Saturday, May 06, 2006
Lyrics and Lithium
I like music. It makes me happy. Or angry depending on the tone. But it seems that some songs have no lyrics and are just noise. Yes, yes I know what you're thinking. "But oh great pretty one, should I have toast? " The answer of course lies in any Chuck Norris film. Some might say rock and its divisons are nothing but noise. Some rock songs are truly poetry. While others dwell no more deeper then an ant in pudding. Case in point Maroon 5.
The topic of this blog is, as I have stated, lyrics. THere are some songs that I'm fairly certain are completely bat-plop insane. The first being 'Louie Louie' by the Kingsmen. What the deuce are they going on about? Granted it was the 50's and rock was just stumbling onto the scene but even then songs usually had intelligable lyrics other then 'Louie louie, oh baby we gotta go'. I put it down to booze. Not that booze hinders. But it does reduce ones way of coveying a message.
Another song I'd like you all to listen to is 'Even Flow' by Pearl Jam. If one person on this wide web can give me the exact lyrics to that song, that doesn't contradict to another version I will give them all the money in my pocket. 'Even Flow' is pretty much Eddie Veder stumbling into a recording studio and cranking out a song. Not that its a bad song mind you. It just has no lyrics other the 'Even FLOOOOOOOOW'.
In todays music, lyrics are trying to be all imagery. If you read the lyrics from Green Days 'American Idiot' album you'll find alot of nuances and hidden messages. Mostly about how they hate Dubya. Going back a bit to a project band, Temple of the Dog, thier song 'Wooden Jesus' is a satire of why it costs money to purchase a religious icon and the irony behind that. Most Nirvana songs are like that. Nirvana came at the right time in history when a generation of young people were moody and searching. And lyrics from all thier albums convey a message of the same. Thats why it relates so well to people no matter where they are in life.
There are plenty of other songs that the lyrics either make little sense or none at all (IE Peaches by Presidents of the United States of America) or a combination of loud guitars and drugs. But is it better to have non-sensical lyrics or shallow ones? TOO DEEP TOO DEEP! PULL OUT! These questions will continue to be until I see fit to answer them. If there are other songs that you're pretty sure have no lyrics, by all means comment them. But if you're that pushy Rogers guy again, I will consume you in a ball of fire. Goodness gracious. Oh and before I forget, does anyone else think that the lead singer of the band Godsmack, Sully, is singing "Speak the truth, or make you're pee some other way"? Just me I guess.
Adieu
Jack White is scratching at my door.
Sunday, April 23, 2006
ummmm
WE CAN USE BIGGER FONTS with different things and even colour. This is by far the coolest thing I have ever seen. BOLD FONT! sweeeeeeettttttt...
Friday, April 21, 2006
Ignorance
Teenagers have a natural rebellious behavior. We all seek to develop an opinion of our own, and often this search leads us to a conflict with the traditional beliefs of our society. Traditional society of course being Christian. This rebellious attitude against Christian beliefs has spawned such popular fads as "The DaVinci Code." Unfortunately, it also spawns irrational anti-Christian opinions, and effectually causes the public to acknowledge the average believer to be a right wing neo-fascist.We all already recognize teenagers as being rebellious, so to a certain extent, we simply roll our eyes. But what happens when this attitude continues into adulthood? Should we continue to roll our eyes? Should we tolerate their ignorance? I recently read several reader comments in the "Vancouver Sun" newspaper about several issues, all religious, and I am ashamed to say not one well-informed person, with a logical, intelligent opinion, either replied, or had their letter printed.
I respect differing opinions, but I cannot help becoming enraged when a clearly immature child, or adult, presses upon others their irrational opinion based on little more than popular culture and misinformation. Our culture is not a Christian one. Our populace publicly denounces Christianity, and with frequency takes delight in poking fun at Jesus Christ, where Muslims, Buddhists, or any other religious group would demand a public apology.
In a nation with standards as high as ours, we respect those with differing opinions. So why must ours not be heard? Why must we be silent, and endure this onslaught of public hatred and mockery based only on ignorant opinions? With a policy of tolerance, why must we not be tolerated? Our government preaches high ideals, and our people make a farce of them.
I am no Republican. I do not agree with either the notion that all Christians must be right-wing pseudo-fascists, nor do I agree with whatever truth may be behind it.
It is time for the public to dispense with their infantile opinions, and mature into a truly intelligent, free-thinking populace, rather than an ignorant, irrational group of blind and deaf lone wolves; vicious and misinformed.
Thursday, April 13, 2006
Alienation, why do I puke out words when I could say them so much better if I took the time to stop and write like someone who is worth reading...
So, I thought that I would write something worth reading as well. I was studying for an exam the other day and reading about different theories of perception, such as Direct Realism, Indirect Realism, Phenomenology, and Disjunctivism. It was all rather mind boggling, but I think that I have a grasp on what each of the positions was trying to say. As I sat there thinking, I began to realise, not for the first time, just how much of a facade our physical existence is. I thought about that one thought for so long and hard that my vision began to blur and it was as if the world was vanishing before me. Now, I don't do drugs, other than medicinal pain killers, MEDICINAL, but is this wierd? Does this happen to normal people? I was told yesterday that I am not a human, and I am inclined to agree. I really have no idea what humans are talking about and why they would do the things they do. Am I the only one, or is this alienation felt by all those who has gazed at a wall until it has disappeared? Maybe I should stop reading Emily Dickenson, she was a wacko...but so right. Ahhh, maybe if I go contemplate the colour green everything will glow with an emerald sheen. I want to climb a mountain and have a maitai kickboxing match with a blind tibetan monk. Anyone else in?
Recant
Ok, so I read the articles and take back what I said. They are very good. Please don't come to my house looking for sexual gratification Pretty One, you will find an infertile womb and an untouched glass of wine in the face. Where have you been, you've been out with that floozy again, haven't you, HAVEN'T YOU! Well that's just fine then...Hey could we seriously get sued, cause if so let's try for it. I shall be ranting about the abolition of women's suffrage later if anyone cares...p.s. Margaret Thatcher was a man.
Huzzuh, I LIVE
I cannot believe the acid trip this place has turned into in my absense! I am not even going to bother with all this reading. Can't a guy go and fight for the People's Army of the Republic of Congolese Anarchists (or PARCA for short) without the whole place going to the turkies...well I guess it was inevitable. Who are these other people who have been added to the list? They had better be hot and if not rich and if not that then incredibly good people, like the elephant man. Well, I have to get back to my propogandizing of African minorities...
Sex starved love monkeys
We live in a sex crazed society. Instead of the elaborate social gatherings of yesteryear, in which a formal dance was alive with passion; the brush of a cheek, or the touch of hands electric, we sink to the highly sexualized 'grinding' of modern "dance". Were this an isolated occurence, restricted only to dance, or even to entertainment as a whole, it would be easy to turn a blind eye to this harmless fun. However, this cultural change is symptomatic of a complete shift in society; a general numbing of our more refined senses.Like one addicted to pornography or narcotics, our society finds itself needing stronger and stronger doses of stimuli to arrive at the same buzz. Where once romance, and it's undertones of sexual fancy was commuicated through the brush of hands, or a longing gaze, we now must resort to grinding our sexual organs together in a mute pantomime of the sexual act. An orgistic aerobics class for the sexually depraved. A sexual warm up, to the pounding beat of the latest pop hit.
As we grow ever number, we've required more and more forceful stimuli to arouse us; just as a crystal meth, or cocain addict, a porn addict or serial killer requires more and more potent doses, explicit content, or gruesome acts to satisfy their hunger.
So where does that leave us? In a darkened corner befouling ourselves, perhaps?
But what does this isolated issue speak of in relation to society as a whole? A time when both men and women are ashamed of their bodies, and strive relentlessly not to be healthy, fit and active, but to appear healthy, fit and active, to look like the supposed ideal set out by the media, models, and movie stars.
Now, the difference between these mind-sets may not be readily apparent, and although slight, make all the difference, both physically and phsychologically.
The former stresses a healthy attitude and lifestyle, without worrying about counting calories, obsessing over the scale, and purging oneself to the brink of bulemia; instead it strives to eat, live, and exercise healthily- looking fit and healthy are of course natural by-products of living a healthy lifestyle.
The latter thinks only of the final product- looking good, and tries to achieve it through extremely unhealthy means. Through purging, crash dieting, and unhealthy levels of exercise; in short, is hell bent on the illusion of healthiness, rather than living healthily itself.
It is this simple difference that leads to the epidemic level of chronic low self esteem across all demographics in western society, and beyond.
Western society as a whole is dysfunctional, unhealthy, and is quickly reaching a point of catastrophic damage from which we will have only two choices- immediate change, or a continued and irreversable slide into unimportance and obscurity.
But what, if any link is there from chronic low self esteem, to modern dance style?
Quite simply, the overwhelming majority of western youth have such poor self esteem that they have lost their respect for their bodies, and for themselves as people. For this reason, and naturally, a broad range of other factors, we find ourselves in this state of modern decay. Where once the flutter of eyelashes, or the subtle walk of a preening woman were enough to capture the affections of a suitor, young women today grind their thin, malnourished bodies against the crotch of strangers in clubs.
And for what?
To forge an immature relationship between oversized children for the purpose of mutual esteem? A young womans' feeling of sexual power or control over men driven to the brink by a woman practically laying him right on the dance floor?
Is this healthy?
Clearly this is merely a symptom of sociological downfall that effects every facet of life. A problem so far-reaching that it cannot be escaped.
So do I propose banning such acts, no. Treating the symptom is as ineffectual as putting a band-aid on an arterial hemorrhage. Instead we need to look clearly and unflinchingly at the nearly impossible mire we have trapped ourselves in, and begin to shovel ourselves out.
Oh, and the monkey, he just got off the dance floor and he's feeling very...satisfied. OOOoooh, Yeah!
Thursday, March 09, 2006
A year and a Day
Huzzah! Yes, my fellow Nut Jobs. We here at the Insane Ramblings of the Decreped have reached a full year of blogging fun. It has been a hard stuggle with the FCC and the CIA and various organizations that would like to see our downfall. But like the crazy guy on the bus, we persevere because we need booze and drugs.
As creator of this blog, I feel it's my duty to thank you all for scanning over what we have written in our various states of anger and influences. So if I could I would go to each of your houses and pleasure you each one at a time. But apprently theres laws about that. But not in international waters! HA HA! Loophole!
So here we are a year later and a year...worse. Have no fear though. We aren't leaving any time soon. Theres still people who haven't heard us, still haven't read us, still haven't paid us. And what have I, the Pretty one, learned? Nothing really. I know all I need to and make up the rest.
There will be more postings by myself, the Philosopher, The Irishmen and the Canuck and maybe if we can supply her with booze and male prostitutes, a final FEMALE impression of the word. I know, it'll be like watching the Womens Television network but with more work invovled but bear with us. She has powers.
Continue to post comments, and laugh and read, people. For the revolution must begin at some point and with the state of the world today, someone needs to be proded. So be on the look out for blogs on Harper to Hamas, Iraq to IEDs, Bush to....Katrina, whoever she is. And maybe, perhaps if we don't get sued we'll have another year post. Two years I might be dead. I'm not kidding. Theres several people looking for me. Please help.
Adieu.
My spine is glued to the chair.
As creator of this blog, I feel it's my duty to thank you all for scanning over what we have written in our various states of anger and influences. So if I could I would go to each of your houses and pleasure you each one at a time. But apprently theres laws about that. But not in international waters! HA HA! Loophole!
So here we are a year later and a year...worse. Have no fear though. We aren't leaving any time soon. Theres still people who haven't heard us, still haven't read us, still haven't paid us. And what have I, the Pretty one, learned? Nothing really. I know all I need to and make up the rest.
There will be more postings by myself, the Philosopher, The Irishmen and the Canuck and maybe if we can supply her with booze and male prostitutes, a final FEMALE impression of the word. I know, it'll be like watching the Womens Television network but with more work invovled but bear with us. She has powers.
Continue to post comments, and laugh and read, people. For the revolution must begin at some point and with the state of the world today, someone needs to be proded. So be on the look out for blogs on Harper to Hamas, Iraq to IEDs, Bush to....Katrina, whoever she is. And maybe, perhaps if we don't get sued we'll have another year post. Two years I might be dead. I'm not kidding. Theres several people looking for me. Please help.
Adieu.
My spine is glued to the chair.
Wednesday, February 01, 2006
Hamartia
Insanity is defined as an unsoundness of mind. It is seen as a disease, or a defect that renders one unable to understand, or comprehend logical ideology. If the layers of ourselves are peeled away, we are left simply with our core. At the core of ourselves, at the core of humanity, however, lies, by the traditional definition, insanity. Insanity, contrary to belief, is the essence of our being, and the cornerstone of our lives.Our sanity is a lie. It is the facade of honesty, only the illusion of truth. Sanity is what we aspire to, and yet never achieve. It is time we had to the courage to understand and admit to everything we are, and the false pretences with which we have use to hold it. It is time we recognize our intention is not to civilize, but to conquer. It is time we understood that everything we are is built on the backs of subjugated people. We come to North America, Africa and Asia to build our empire, and to execute our interests. This is what we do; this is what we are.
We are all responsible, each of us in our way for the bereavement we bring. We leave our people without homes, we throw them to the mercy of the dogs, all while keeping with the facade of justice, and civility. We come not to reap, but to rape. We come to execute our interests on false pretences, making our intentions honorable. This flaw in humanity, this means of insanity, is the cause of our corruption.
There is an honesty, though, in our insanity. It is the truth of ourselves. It explains our actions, our intentions, and our flaws. It is a true form of being, a form which frees us of our bind to false civility. We no longer require a facade of false pretences. We are given the freedom to be as we are; we are given the freedom to be pestilent, destructive, and savage.
With the means of insanity, we become adept. The horror that is ourselves is unbound; the horror that is the truth of humanity is brought forth. Our greatest failure is given reign to cut us down, and blight is the resolve.
Revised.
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
Infinitely unfathomable
No area begins life as a rotting slum; no building is created dilapitated. Matters appear much as they did the day before- just a little nastier than the last portrait stored in our short term memory.No one intends to foster peeling paint, a rust-speckled car, or a failed marriage; these things just happen while we fail to exert the effort to properly maintain the object of concern.
If however, people are going to notice and effect change in any state of affairs, they will do so nearly immediately. Once material objects, or indeed relationships have gone unnoticed and unaddressed for a sufficient time, they simply become part of the landscape.
The human mind has a curious method of assimilating objects that have ceased to be novel- there exists little likelihood that it will be much different today then it was yesterday; so we simply react to it from memory.
The citizens of Nepal, or the Bedoins of Arabia find nothing noteworthy or altogether spectacular about the Himilayas, or the vast expanse of the Saharan desert. Fishermen as well, find nothing grandiose about the roll of their vessel atop the waves, or the unfathomable sprawl of the ocean. The witnessed phenomena remains unchanged; it is the person recieving this sensory input which has changed-
wonder and novelty seem to be intrinsically entwined.
The human mind seems to be nearly offended by the concept of wonder, as though it were a cutting insult to be presented with something beyond it's ability to name and categorize; to comprehend and define-
a thing to admire, rather than master.
It seems then, a gesture of spite, this blinding to those things beyond our scope and grasp, as a means to isolate ourselves from the sensory overload that is, amasement.
We call these things death, or ocean, mountain, god, or universe.
A working concept much more comfortably functional and infinitely less complex-
unfathomably less wonderous, than the named itself.
Just
Good fellows!
I have discovered something the likes of which this world has never before yet seen! This something is so Earth shattering it may infact doom all of Human kind! This something will bring about the destruction of us all, and because of it, we shall all voluntarily lay down and give up our very lives! Of course, I can't tell you what it is, but at the end of 'RadioHead's' "Just" video, there is a frame of film which shows "Dick's Restaurant." ... Oh, and giant ants have enslaved humanity or something, I forget.
I have discovered something the likes of which this world has never before yet seen! This something is so Earth shattering it may infact doom all of Human kind! This something will bring about the destruction of us all, and because of it, we shall all voluntarily lay down and give up our very lives! Of course, I can't tell you what it is, but at the end of 'RadioHead's' "Just" video, there is a frame of film which shows "Dick's Restaurant." ... Oh, and giant ants have enslaved humanity or something, I forget.
Friday, January 13, 2006
Our Forefathers Hands
PART THREE Life was no better at any time in Human history since we left the Garden of Eden than it is now. The history of mankind has followed a logical progression in both the happiness of each individual, and the state of our technology. Were the Human race to be wiped off the face of the Earth, as it was nearly in entirety in the time of Noah, and a new identical breed of Human beings were created, those Human beings would have done just as we had in our history.
The heart of man is essentially dark in that greed is what propels and drives us. At one time, this was a positive quality, It kept us alive, it sustained mankind through our infancy. Greed is the single quality that can be seen throughout our history. The first Human being could not help but to reach up and pick the apple, and his son, in his malice, killed his very brother. Though this quality may have sustained humanity, it has, in fact, become a burden. Greed has gotten in the way of progress with the invention of developed societies, where many millions of us can live where only hundreds did before. This is a flaw in mankind. This is a flaw in ourselves.
Rather than learning to love, we have only been consistent in our hatred of each other. I am, in fact, saying it is impossible to change. I am not, however, saying we should give up, and do nothing. Until this flaw is bred out of us, or given up voluntarily, we will never have the ability to function is large Societies. What is needed, is for us to leave the city, and seek our happiness elsewhere, in the country. Mankind existed for centuries in small societies, tribes, in America and Africa. The same people that adapted to their environment in Europe and Asia, bringing the glories of mercantalism to America and Africa, existed once in small, functioning, hierarchal communities.
Human beings, following the European style of life, have moved into large city centers, and have lost sight of any hope of happiness that our forefathers may have had with the exploration of new lands. Changing the heart of man is a futile endeavor, and this was recognized by even the Saviour of mankind. Human beings have needs that could never be met through life in a City, and this is the reason so many of us feel unfulfilled at the end of our day. We need to work, and we need to feel as though we belong. Contrary to belief, neither of these needs can be met in the City.
It is difficult to imagine how mankind could exist, let alone be happier living outside of Cities, however concittering the nature of human beings, this is not a far- fetched concept. The life of a man is, and always was, a mundane one, only now it is equally as unfulfilled. This unfulfillment came to be through the invention of our technology, and in the pursuit of happiness and fulfillment, the same technology that 'made us who we are' is to be cast out, along with our will to recreate it. The same human qualities that brought about the creation of these technologies is what is destroying us, not simply the technology. The technology is only a symptom of this issue, and this issue is hopefully what will be dealt with.
Let the people cast out their technology; throw away their television, and persue a greater existence. Let the people leave the City, and live a justified, fulfilled life on the Earth they now destroy in the same persuit, through the invention of technology. Let the people live well, as they were meant to, by God.
Tuesday, January 10, 2006
Give me that Old Time Nihilism
So, as I was walking about campus today I ran into a militant vegan...and I've caught your attention.
I had found a pamphlet concerning the maltreatement of animals in slaughterhouses urging people to cut back on meat and lobby the government for better/more sanitary conditions for the animals that we eat. I agree that our food animals should be kept in cleaner conditions and not tortured as they may be in some cases, but it was the conversation with the Vegan Marine that almost made me puke.
He explained to me that his organisation was for the elleviating of all suffering around the world. This sounded like a pretty good idea until I asked him why he would not rather spend his time elleviating the pain of say Somalians and Rwandans (ie humans) to which he answered and this is a quote, "there is no difference between a Somalian and a chicken". I refrained from spitting in his face for this blantantly racist and animalistic comment. It is a sad day when the rights of humans are considred less than the rights of animals.
The pamphlet also contained photographs of dead male chicks, ie chickens not allowed to hatch and the eggs merely smashed and the foetus left to die. They demonised this and arguably compared it to the Holocaust. This is made even more complex for the fact that the man also told me that for humans he is pro-choice. So he oppossed the abortion of chicken foetuses, yet woudn't think twice about killing a human foetus. The barbarity is almost laughable if my throat wasn't so full of vomit.
During the conversation, my firend asked him if he also oppossed the killing of trees. He said yes. I then asked him why he was wearing cotton clothing, and asked him where we stop in elleviating suffering. He said that it is a balance that humans must acheive by consuming only what is needed. For a minimalist he was suprisingly well dressed.
The greatest contradiction in this man's stance is that he did not want to tell anyone to stop eating meat altogether, just limit. No, if you believe that there is no destinction between humans and animals then every hamburger must be murder. In an attempt to be more politically correct and not offend anyone, he sufficiently castrated his argument beyond recovery. I left him politely, telling him that he wasn't as bad as PETA , but I am so shocked that someone could have lost his senses so badly that his opinion was just a flashy new gun shooting nothign but blanks.
I end with a summary of an aphorism from Fredrich Nietzsche's The Gay Science. In it there is a mad man running around with a lantern shouting that "God is dead, we have killed him". He then goes on to say that now that God is dead, "which way is up, which way is down, we shall all go spinning out of control" (these are not direct quotes). It seems to me that this society has completely lost its bearings. Humanists are bad enough in their faith that humans can achieve greatness through eductaion and progress, but these brutally disgusting animalist make me gag. They have no standard for what constitutes anything really. Give me a good old honest nihilist or someone who believes in God. Either God exists and we should try to figure that out or God does not exist and we should all go and do what we see fit which also sounds like a good old time. But, to create transient and inadequate systems of value based on fleeting ideologies is downright stupid and leads to the loss of what it means to be human, whatever that may be.
Eat drink and be merry or believe in God, or perhaps both at the same time, but don't feed me this vegan propoganda. Life is a hot steak not a chilled bowl of guspacho.
I had found a pamphlet concerning the maltreatement of animals in slaughterhouses urging people to cut back on meat and lobby the government for better/more sanitary conditions for the animals that we eat. I agree that our food animals should be kept in cleaner conditions and not tortured as they may be in some cases, but it was the conversation with the Vegan Marine that almost made me puke.
He explained to me that his organisation was for the elleviating of all suffering around the world. This sounded like a pretty good idea until I asked him why he would not rather spend his time elleviating the pain of say Somalians and Rwandans (ie humans) to which he answered and this is a quote, "there is no difference between a Somalian and a chicken". I refrained from spitting in his face for this blantantly racist and animalistic comment. It is a sad day when the rights of humans are considred less than the rights of animals.
The pamphlet also contained photographs of dead male chicks, ie chickens not allowed to hatch and the eggs merely smashed and the foetus left to die. They demonised this and arguably compared it to the Holocaust. This is made even more complex for the fact that the man also told me that for humans he is pro-choice. So he oppossed the abortion of chicken foetuses, yet woudn't think twice about killing a human foetus. The barbarity is almost laughable if my throat wasn't so full of vomit.
During the conversation, my firend asked him if he also oppossed the killing of trees. He said yes. I then asked him why he was wearing cotton clothing, and asked him where we stop in elleviating suffering. He said that it is a balance that humans must acheive by consuming only what is needed. For a minimalist he was suprisingly well dressed.
The greatest contradiction in this man's stance is that he did not want to tell anyone to stop eating meat altogether, just limit. No, if you believe that there is no destinction between humans and animals then every hamburger must be murder. In an attempt to be more politically correct and not offend anyone, he sufficiently castrated his argument beyond recovery. I left him politely, telling him that he wasn't as bad as PETA , but I am so shocked that someone could have lost his senses so badly that his opinion was just a flashy new gun shooting nothign but blanks.
I end with a summary of an aphorism from Fredrich Nietzsche's The Gay Science. In it there is a mad man running around with a lantern shouting that "God is dead, we have killed him". He then goes on to say that now that God is dead, "which way is up, which way is down, we shall all go spinning out of control" (these are not direct quotes). It seems to me that this society has completely lost its bearings. Humanists are bad enough in their faith that humans can achieve greatness through eductaion and progress, but these brutally disgusting animalist make me gag. They have no standard for what constitutes anything really. Give me a good old honest nihilist or someone who believes in God. Either God exists and we should try to figure that out or God does not exist and we should all go and do what we see fit which also sounds like a good old time. But, to create transient and inadequate systems of value based on fleeting ideologies is downright stupid and leads to the loss of what it means to be human, whatever that may be.
Eat drink and be merry or believe in God, or perhaps both at the same time, but don't feed me this vegan propoganda. Life is a hot steak not a chilled bowl of guspacho.
Saturday, January 07, 2006
Right, wrong, and permissable
[He] claimed that crime rate has gone down because of abortions. That because most people who have abortions are in a lower class, our acceptance of abortion has effectively "nipped the problem" of crime caused by poverty by killing the criminals before they were born.
The idea that there could ever be made a mathematical or economic correlation between social groups, physical/mental/emotional disorders, and crime rates, or even general undesireability is absolutely ludicrous. No repudable economist would ever wade into the social quagmire that begins when you begin to assess value, or worth to society at large, by any of these, or any other external variances.
Given that we are talking about not only an intellectual idea of worth, but the actual threat of physical annihilation or sterilization, if indeed a sound economic link can be found; delving into the very real, very basic ideas at the heart of these theories becomes of vital importance to our society.
Let us first wade into the initial idea of creating a positive link between social position, and eventual worth to society. For the sake of brevity, a very preliminary scan of the offering of the lower classes, visible minorities, and the poor, illustrates the basic worth of these classes- if these classes had been eliminated through sterilization, or extermination, so many great contributions to society would have been missed; like those made by Martin Luther King jr, to cite only one example. As well think of the great contributions made by those who suffered from disease, or disorder, who, if this economost had had his way, would have been aborted because there was a likelihood that they could be a financial burden on society; Albert Einstein, Abraham Lincoln, Steven Hawking, among so many others. Bear in mind also the vast array of artists, writers, and filmmakers who suffered from sometimes debilitating emotional or mental disorders, who's products would have been missed out on, had an economist told us that their paxil would cost the tax-payers $800 a month, for life, and had been aborted- Hemingway, Kafka, Plath, Van Gogh, Munch, and Picasso; and this to name only a very few.
This simply to prove what should be self evident, that when human beings classify other human beings as worthless, and exterminate them, we are all the less for it.
To address the second point, the supposed link between race, class, and crime level, I'll begin simply by saying this- that any economist who would make a broad socio-economic statement of this nature must be influenced by a deeper issue with minorities. While a link could be superficially made between economic want, and turning to crime to fill that void, so many more factors are involved that any economist who's degree is worth the paper it's printed on would not sully his name by getting involved in such a subject.
First, more reputable ecomomists have shown that regardless of base income levels, the same percentage of yearly salary is spent, that is, disposed of, across all income and class levels. All too often, as has also been proven, these levels of spending are too high, leaving people across all income brackets, proportionally in debt. For this reason, I would contend that it could be proven that regardless what income bracket you fall into, a sufficient cause for theft can still be made, as evidenced by the Enron, Worldcom, and high profile insider trading charges.
In fact, a strong link could almost certainly be found, showing that in many cases, the severity of thefts flow upwards; with the poor involved in petty theft, while the rich are involved in more substantial crimes.
As well, given the culture of entitlement pervasive in our upper and middle classes- found most often in our youth, contrasted with the close-knit, loyal family units found more often among poorer households, any sociological analysis would likely find that upper and middle class youth were in a higher risk category for crime than a more stable, though poorer one.
The popular conception, that semantics and philosophics aside; in the very harsh reality of our prisons, that this economists view can be justified by the simple fact that minorities make up a disproportionate percentage in our prison populations is fatally flawed. This view is unrealistic, naive, and desperately requires a deeper look.
Here in canada, whites do in fact make up a majority inside our prisons, hardly surprising in light of the fact that minorities make up such a smaller percentage of the population than south of the border. But upon further inspection, the United States prison records may in fact be skewed for different reasons.
The simple fact is that in the United States, more White peope are charged with crimes, than Black people. The fact that the latter make up a larger proportion of the prison population point towards an unjust court system, favouring the White over the Black, and the wealthy over the poor.
The popular conception that minorities commit more crimes than the white majority, is therefore deeply flawed, unless it can be proven that the police in the United States unduly arrest more innocent white citizens than they do black, a ridiculous argument based on past evidence on the subject.
For these reasons and so many more, grave doubt is cast on the basic assumptions of this economist; and, when it comes to a thing as final as abortion, sterilization, or extirmination, even a hypothetical few unjust exceptions to the rule, is unnacceptable.
Praising abortion, as this economist did, by claiming that by reducing the number of poor, often minority families, is having a significant effect on our crime rates, is simply not justifiable logically, or indeed morally. While in a society such as ours, where law determines what is permissable, rather than what is right, there can be found little legal justification for banning such acts; but justifying them with flawed logic, and a basis of class and racial stereotype is certainly wrong, and should definitely not be permissable.
Delay and Dear Lover (Social D)
Tom Delay has stepped down from his position as leader of the house. Wow. Only took him 4 months to realize he may not win that whole inditement thing. US politics is fairly amusing to me. Me being a Canadian, Suburbanite from the hippie side of the country. It seems that every other week theres a major scandal going on in the Bush Administration. But they always seem to come out smelling like roses. Or at least Febreeze.
Being Canadian, I realize that the political system is flawed all over the world. And seeing as how the government has been screwing people since some dude in Egypt decided he was a living god and should rule over the people. Canadian politics is like the US', but more watered down. Worst we got was Cretien and his golf balls. Sponsorship scandals are all well and good but wheres the meat? The sex, lies and video tape. Oops, almost forgot the Mulroney tapes.
Politics makes me happy. I enjoy watching these guys say one thing and do another. Politicians have been two faced since Rome became a republic. So it's not going to change. I believe Winston Churchill once said that democracy is the worst form of government. Except for all the others. And its true. Fascism works.....for a while. Until the great and mighty leader goes kaput and the country along with him. Communism is a wonderful happy dream. In realistic terms it fails quite badly. Only extreme manipulation of it to make it work is almost a parady of itself. Monarchies were fine...until people could read. Then it kinda went downhill til now only Saudi Arabia and Switzerland are the only aboslute monarchs. The rest are mere figureheads and images of a bi-gone era.
The world will never truly be at peace. Its just a fragile alliance of nations that keeps people from going anarchy on one another. There will always be one group that hates another. There must be an enemy. Its just part of the human morality and psyh that I'm not going to get into because A) I dont have the knowledge and B) I really dont care all that much. Society is flawed because humans are flawed, government is corrupt because people are corrupt, bananas grow upside down because theres just not enough gravity in south america.
Now, due to recent comments and such, you dont have to agree with me. In fact, you can argue my point to the brink of death. Problem is I wont care that much to respond. What I think is inconcequential. And what you think is totally up to you. Pro-life, pro-abortion, war hawk, peace dove, hippies, nazis we're all people. The world may be messed and it may never get fixed but theres one thing we can all agree on. Bananas are just too good to pass up.
Adieu.
My legs are behind my head.
PS. I never seem to have a point do I?
Being Canadian, I realize that the political system is flawed all over the world. And seeing as how the government has been screwing people since some dude in Egypt decided he was a living god and should rule over the people. Canadian politics is like the US', but more watered down. Worst we got was Cretien and his golf balls. Sponsorship scandals are all well and good but wheres the meat? The sex, lies and video tape. Oops, almost forgot the Mulroney tapes.
Politics makes me happy. I enjoy watching these guys say one thing and do another. Politicians have been two faced since Rome became a republic. So it's not going to change. I believe Winston Churchill once said that democracy is the worst form of government. Except for all the others. And its true. Fascism works.....for a while. Until the great and mighty leader goes kaput and the country along with him. Communism is a wonderful happy dream. In realistic terms it fails quite badly. Only extreme manipulation of it to make it work is almost a parady of itself. Monarchies were fine...until people could read. Then it kinda went downhill til now only Saudi Arabia and Switzerland are the only aboslute monarchs. The rest are mere figureheads and images of a bi-gone era.
The world will never truly be at peace. Its just a fragile alliance of nations that keeps people from going anarchy on one another. There will always be one group that hates another. There must be an enemy. Its just part of the human morality and psyh that I'm not going to get into because A) I dont have the knowledge and B) I really dont care all that much. Society is flawed because humans are flawed, government is corrupt because people are corrupt, bananas grow upside down because theres just not enough gravity in south america.
Now, due to recent comments and such, you dont have to agree with me. In fact, you can argue my point to the brink of death. Problem is I wont care that much to respond. What I think is inconcequential. And what you think is totally up to you. Pro-life, pro-abortion, war hawk, peace dove, hippies, nazis we're all people. The world may be messed and it may never get fixed but theres one thing we can all agree on. Bananas are just too good to pass up.
Adieu.
My legs are behind my head.
PS. I never seem to have a point do I?
Friday, January 06, 2006
A Mere Bagatelle
Anonymous said...
"What an unconvincing argument you present. This economist found a correlation between abortions and the crime rate. He made no moral commentary on the topic. Are you upset that there is a correlation? Or, if you do not believ (sic) that there is a correlation present something on the matter. This is just drivel."
Oh, with what joy I recieved this criticism for my last posting. It seems that my A average at the University of British Columbia means nothing these days. I believe that this comment shows this in two ways. The first is that you damn kids don't respect nothin' no more. The second is that he/she is probably in fact a crack pot student of said university as it is full of vacuous ninnies. Anywho, I will answer this cowardly anon's questions. The first question as to my level of menstraul stress of my mind over a correlation is simply answered. Correlations do not bother me silly rabbit, murder does. You have sanitised the economist's view down to its most basic level without taking into account the more complex issues surrounding the entire abortion. I would ask you anonymous, do you consider a topic like this one of intellectual intrigue or do you have any kind of passion for a deeper understanding of what it means to be human?
Let me tell you a story ripped from the pages of Rousseau's treatise "A Discourse on Inequality". In it he tells a story of a man held in a cage and forced to watch a wild beast tear a baby from it's mother's womb. The man has no relational connection to the woman or the child, yet an empathetic response was necessarily elicited from him. His arguement from this story is that human beings are innately empathetic towards one another. That, I believe, is what LOVE is in part. I can see no point to academic or intellectual queries into the justifications of abortion or any kind of killing for that matter.
My little jittly may in fact be drivel, and I was not in fact trying to make an argument. I care about human beings and all the complex trappings that come along with them.
I believe that a struggle for peace is the most righteous activity that a human can undertake You, sir or madame, Mr or Mrs or Miss or Ms. Anonymous (see I cover my bloody PC bases), may say that I'm a dreamer, but I will tell you just as many before me have said that I'm not the only one, I hope some day you'll join us, and the world will be as one. That isn't logic, that's a dream, and no matter how hard you try to destroy that you will find yourself grasping at nothing but a zephyr.
A mere bagatelle, a mere bagatelle.
Hang Ten
PART ONE.JUAN RIVIERA. HANG I
I don't have a card, and I don't have a soul. I haven't got a piece of plastic the size of my palm, and therefore I don't exist. I am treated as if I were a dog, and am beaten, thrown, and killed. My body lies where it fell, with two holes in my belly the size of my thumb, and two holes in my back the size of my fist. I see a boot, black, walk past my blood-shot eye. I see another boot, black, fall in succession with the other, and as he walks past I see a badge. My blood is still, but I see through the dead of night a white truck into which the man steps. The omni-red and blue of the lights shine on my face. I can see my cheek light red, then blue. A sustained red, then nothing. A whole in the fence, Mexicana, 1994, and I am dead.
ERNESTO PAREZ. HANG II
Crack, crack, ends the night. My eyes open, and I haven't the time to feel tired. The bullets sound as though they were traveling through water, as they tear the walls in two. Beams of light shine through the open holes in the wall, and for an instant I am unafraid. I hear the screams, and the cries of everyone around me. I know my assailant. I know the reaper is about me. A bullet tears the skin of my throat, enters, and exits out the rear as I stand. I fall back, and as my chest rises and falls, I can hear the air whistling through the gap, now temporarily filled with my left hand. I have time only to think of the pain before I feel the hand of the reaper on my shoulder, and the life leaves my body as my lungs empty of breath and fill with blood.
PETA NOCONA. HANG III
The morning is brought in with the thunderous sound of hooves on the soft soil. My eyes open, and I hear the sound of a bugle sounding the charge of Cavalry. I climb to my feet to the sound of my infant sons cries, and the sound of hooves and hollars. I take my son in my arms, his face wet with both our tears. As I come out into the early morning light I see my people running, screaming, and dying at the hands of a mounted oppressor. I run to my left, and I see the eyes of my sister, wide with fear. With a sharp pain, and the now silent screams of my infant son, I join the ranks of the dead. A horse, and man, and a saber. Blood, germs, and steel.
AHMAD HASAN. HANG IV
As I gaze over the horizon at the setting sun, I silently admire the beauty of the colour streaming over the ground, and staining the sky shades of yellow and red. I can hear toward the east the city, and all its wonders. It's markets, it's structures, and the streets I know all by name. I look back to the west, and the glare of the setting sun is suddenly interrupted by a pair of Soviet warplanes that seem to rise into endless space as they approach and pass over me. With blistering speed, they scream over my head, their cannons tearing, and shearing the building to the sand. I hear my brother yell, and I see others running. As the second aircraft passes, I hear a thunderous noise, and I lift my head from the sand to see a cloud of dust moving away in every direction from the site of the explosion. A column of fire rises to the heavens, and streams of smoke move off in every direction, arcing toward the ground before disappearing. Everyone is running, everyone is dying, and the thought hasn't crossed my mind to move an inch. A stream of fire comes from the heavens, felling dozens, and I try to move, but I am unable. Death has taken me, and I feel as though I were alive. I try in vain to grip the earth. My lungs are empty, my blood is still.
CHINH HOANG. HANG V
I turned my head up from my bowl, and out of the trees came nine men, clad in green, carrying rifles. I looked to my daughter, off to my right, playing in the trees. I looked at her and she stopped, turned, and stared at the men. I turned back to my left, and the men began to scream. They spoke in French, and in my terror I could not understand. Several entered each house. They threw me out, on to the ground, and kicked me. One pulled me up, then pushed me down, onto my knees. The other pulled my arms back, behind my head. They were still screaming, and I knelt there, terrified. They lit a bundle of straw, and held it to the roof of my home. They turned my head back straight, and screamed in my face. He put his hand to his waist, and swung a pistol back to my forehead. I fell backwards, and rolled to my side. I felt nothing.
PART TWO.
JASON DOCKERY. HANG VI
Rushing to work, I fumbled my keys as I pushed the third from the keychain though the steel lock in my apartment on the third floor. I glanced briefly upon the newspaper I knew I had no time to read as I turned the key to the right, and waited for the low 'thump' I knew signified the locking the door. I don't know why I always locked my door. There had never been a robbery, and the only strange character was Miss. Roth three doors to my left. I entered the elevator with a woman I did not recognize. I pushed 'P,' and decided to inquire.'Hello,' I said.'Hello,' she replied.Second floor. I looked over again and inquired, 'Do you live here, or are you just visiting?' I said with a smile.'I'm just visiting my mother here,' she said, 'I'll be here until tomorrow, then I'm back to work in Chicago.''Oh, I'm from Chicago!' I said, lying.'Oh, really?' the woman said.'Yeah,' I said, 'I came here when I was offered a job at Pencey. I'm a commodities broker.'First floor. The doors open, and I quickly glance down her blouse before my eyes dart back. Surely noticing, she smiled politely and said 'I hope to see you around the building, then!''Ofcourse,' I said, 'perhaps we could go for some Coffee or drinks some time?''Well, I'll be pretty busy, I'm leaving tomorrow, but perhaps I could squeeze it in my schedule.' She replied, holding the doors open.'Great! So your in twenty-three?''Twenty-nine,' she replied, leaving the elevator. My mind suddenly returned to me, and I pushed 'P' twice more. The doors opened, and I stepped out into the garage. I turned left, past a Mercedes, and six spaces down, parked on a slight angle, was my car. I had just bought it, and the novelty of this new item was still with me. I unlocked the doors as I jogged slowly up to the drivers door. I opened the door, and in the corner of my eye I saw a blur of black and white. I looked up with my hand still on the door handle. There was a young man there, about 17, white, perhaps 195 lbs, 5'9. I took notice of these traits as I had been trained to through so many hours of watching 'Top 10 Most Wanted Criminals.' He said 'Hey man, gimme your wallet,' looking side to side. I reached back and slid my hand into my pocket.'Watch it, man, don't do any shit,' he said, pulling out a pistol, sounding aggravated. I pulled my wallet out and said ' I haven't got much.''Are you shittin'? I know who you are!' He yelled.'Look, I know you don't wanna kill me, so just calm down. Put away the gun, you don't have to do this!' I said, calmly, reenacting the many movies I had seen. There was a siren in the distance, and he looked as frightened as a child on a roller-coaster. Becoming increasingly more aggravated, he screamed 'Gimme it!' and briefly looked behind him, took a step backward, and fired. The truth is, I heard only half the sound when I fell over. I felt nothing. I saw nothing.
MAUNO AALTO. HANG VII
I open my back door and gazed out upon the pristine November snow, the surface of which being precisely eleven centimeters above the earth. I was invited yesterday to a Sunday lunch with my friend and his wife of twelve years, Aamu. My boots are on, and I walk out to see the rest of snow-covered Oulu. I move out into the alley, and turn to my left as I walk rather meanderingly down the sidewalk. I walk across the alley, and turn to my right. I walk up the back steps, and knock gently on the door. Noone answers. I open the unlocked door, and call out for my friend or his wife as I enter. I walk into the kitchen, and see a broken dish on the floor. I pick up the broken dish, and place is gently on the counter top. I call out again for my friend, and walk into the living room of the small, city house. I am startled to see a man, hunched over. He turns around, and sobbing, says 'I heard you come in.' beside him is the body of his wife.'What happened?' I ask.'We got into an argument,' he said, nervously, 'I didn't mean to.. She was screaming, and I was screaming, and she broke the plate, and I pushed her.. She threw the plate at me, and I hit her..'In shock and disbelief, I looked down on the sobbing, frightened man and said, 'We need to call an Ambulance!''No!' He said, with strange conviction. 'She's dead!''The Police then!' I replied.'No!' he said, 'Help me clean, noone will know!''Have you lost your mind?' I said, shocked. He stood up and grabbed me by the shoulders. She is bleeding badly, from many apparent wounds. He screamed 'Help me!''No!' I said, 'We need to call the police!'He pushed me, and I fell as I hit the counter.'We don't need the police!' he screamed, 'We need to hide her!'I stood up, and tried to move to the door as he jumped my back. I fell to the ground, and as I tried to stand, the air seemed to escape involuntarily. I fell back to the ground, and I realized I was unable to breathe. He stabbed me again in the abdomen, and again in the back. I looked foreward along the floor, with an expression of utter shock on my face. I could feel my life bleed through my wounds as the pain slowly subsided. I knew my life was stolen, and suddenly I drew a blank.
ANNETTE BARYL. HANG VIII
I turned the key, and the engine started with a bang. I shifted to reverse, and backed out of my driveway, into the street. I was headed to my grandmothers house. I turned left, out of the city, and down the street. I opened the window, and let the early evening air move throughout the car. I watched over the horizon, at the end of the long, empty road, the sun fall to the earth. The air became colder, and I glanced up to see the last beams of the sun bend over the horizon, and disappear. My car coughed, wheezed, and ground to a halt. I turned it off to the shoulder of the road, and with a sigh of depression, opened the door and walked to the hood. Completely incompetent mechanically, I opened the hood and peered in quizzically. I saw two headlights over the horizon, and walked up to the road and waved to get the attention of the driver. He slowed as he approached, then rolled past, and continued on his way. A near eternity later, I spied another pair of headlights. I stood up and waved. This time the driver pulled over beside me, rolled down the window and asked what the trouble was. I explained to him that I had no idea whatsoever, and he stepped out of the car. When he came out, I realized he had a shotgun. I stood deathly still, in complete shock. With a should of 'Take it, Nigger!' I fell over backward. He walked up to my still body, and fired again into my chest. He wrapped me in a large blanket and heaved me in the back of his car. After some time, the vehicle came to a stop, and he rolled me out onto the shoulder. He closed the door and rolled me to the side of the road, where I lay waiting.
ANATOLII KARATAEV. HANG IX
The brisk air rushes in as I open the door to a bitterly cold Izhevskian morning. I step outside and walk to the sidewalk. I rub my hands together as I walk to the small market just down the street. I step into the store and the clerk smiles and says 'goodmorning!' I have seen her before. She lives in my building, though I rarely see her. She leaves very early. I can hear her every morning, walking down the hallway, the old floorboards squeaking under her. Occasionally we will have lunch, or a few drinks together. She came here from the east, three or four years ago, to work with her father here, in the market. I remember when she moved in. She was so nervous, she cried once, on my shoulder, because she was under the impression everyone thought poorly of her.'Goodmorning,' I said, smiling politely. She's very sensitive that way. If you seem at all sad, or depressed, she will make it her mission to cheer you up. Sometimes it's best simply to pretend.'What could I find for you today, Antolii?' she said, smiling, looking right into my eyes.'Oh, nothing really,' I said, still smiling.'Than to what could I attribute your visit to?''Well, honestly, I just felt like dropping by.''I don't believe you,' she said 'You never just drop by.''Alright, well, now that my plan was entirely foiled, I suppose i'll just have to come right out and say it.''Say what? That your madly in love with me? I already knew that, Anatolii..''Well, I was just wondering if you would like to get some lunch, or a drink?''I'd love to,' She said, taking off her apron. She leaned over and yelled into the back room to Alina, the baker.'I'm going to go get some lunch, can you take over?''Well, I'm not certain,' She replied, ' I might need you around here.''Oh come on, Alina!''Alright, Alright, go on, I'll be fine here!'Down the street about three blocks, on the right, was a small resteraunt. It wasn't bad, the food was good, the waitresses were nice, and it was always nearly empty, whenever I was there, anyway. I ordered a Sandwich and a bowl of warm soup, she ordered the same. I heard a ding as the front door opened, and an old man with two younger men, came in. They sat at the table next to us. The waitress came over and took their orders before stopping at our table and asking if we would like our glasses refilled. We both answered 'No,' and she wen't to the kitchen to deliver to order. With the passing of the sixtyfirst minute, a car stopped with a screech outside the glass window beside us. The men all turned, and one of the young men pulled the old to the ground, behind a seat. A spray of bullets flew in, as we leaned over to get behind the seat. I felt as though I had been hit in the chest. I could hardly breathe. I pulled my arms tight to by body, and looked down to see my rib protruding from my chest. Saying I was shocked would be an understatement. I tried completely in vain to inhale. I could hear the bullets ricocheting around, tearing the walls, shattering everything in their path. I could hear the screams of the waitress, and the cries of my Anatola. Everything suddenly became silent, and I could hear only her tears striking the floor.
YASUO MORIOKA. HANG X
My eyes opened as the light seeped through the blinds and onto my face. I stared for a moment at the roof, in complete disbelief. I peered at the bumpy pale yellow ceiling in my one bedroom, one person apartment. I saw my entire life displayed in each ridge, and in each miniscule crevice of the drywall. I sat pondering eternity, pondering life, staring at my buttercup ceiling. I wondered if I should bother to live. I wondered if I should bother to die. I saw my beginning, I saw my end. I squinted, and peered deeper into the ceiling. I saw my life, I recognised my dreams; my ambitions. My eyes focused, and to my dejection, I saw all man.
Our Bloodied Hands: Trying to Hide
Written quickly, uneditted, unsmoothed, raw emotion, raw life.
So, I am just going to outright say what I believe without fear of future damnation by the more "enlightened" members of this fetid wound of a society. I was just watching CBC and another example of the corelations between the Eugenics movement and the Abortion rhetoric of today. In the 19th and 20th century supporting positive and negative Eugenics was status quo, which culminated in the massacre of Jews and many other groups by the National Socialists in Germany. I will give a brief synopsis of what Eugenics is.
The word comes from the Greek Eu meaning good and genus meaning birth or origin. So, through the 19th and 20th century people were strictly regulated by their birth place. The main support for Eugenics was in fact in the US and Canada, but was later adopted by Hitler to whipe out mass amounts of people. Eugenics in the US and Canada led to the segregation of the poor, drunken, "feebleminded", Irish, female (although many feminists of note were Eugenicists as well), etc etc. People with "good pedigree" were encouraged to breed together so that people with "bad traits" like being left handed were bred out of the human race. Mentally handicapped people were sterilized and locked in institutions to ensure that the gene pool was not "tainted". Oh by the way, Tommy Douglas , voted Greatest Canadian wrote his masters thesis on the wonders of Eugenics and sterilization. After Hitler sullied the good name of Eugenics it went underground.
I believe that the new word for Eugenics is Abortion and some cases of Euthenasia. I believe all of these things are merely Euphemisms, see that Eu again, for systematic discrimiination, torture and murder. I have drawn the different correlations between the arguments supporting Eugenics and Abortion in previous papers that have been submitted to my professors at UBC, so I will not spend time elaborating on them save this. As with Eugenics, in which the voice of the state supersedes that of the individual, so in Abortion is the voice of the foetus superseded by voices of society and the parents.
I shall now refocus on my latest outrage which I found on CBC. The CBC endorced the book of an economist who made barbaric claims. He claimed that crime rate has gone down because of abortions. He claimed that because most people who have abortions are in a "lower class" our acceptance of abortion has effectively "nipped the problem" of crime caused by poverty by killing the criminals before they were born. Not only is this the same as the class and racial profiling that Eugenics brings about, but it is also as chilling as the speculation about convicting someone based on forseeing the future as in the Tom Cruise movie, the title eludes me at the moment.
Instead of looking at the future with bogus telepathic abilities, but through family circumstances and genetics. Think of the attrocities that will spring from this enlightened conclusion. If we can just abort those whom we think will become criminals then why don't we just massacre every person who commits any crime becasue they obviously have the crime gene in them. Or, maybe we should just anihiliate poor people. Or, oh oh, oh wait, I am starting to sound like Adolf Hitler now, oh oh wait, abortion and eugenics follow the same reasoning that led to the Holocaust.
I believe in life ladies and gentlemen. I will not raise my hand in violence against any man, woman or child. I have said this and people have asked me whether I would not defend myself or the people I love. To that I was forced to agree, so I do suppose I would defend myself. But, if foetuses are being murdered and other groups are coming up on the chopping block should I not also defend them. Should I not take up arms again this sea of oppression. Oh, the day is coming, when I will put down my pen, stop the arguing and just defend the lives of all the people on this earth. I believe in LIFE, let LIFE be, let it run its course, let the eelderly die in peace without pumping them full of drugs, feeding tubes and ventilators. Let pregnancies come to term, and let those with mental and physical disabilities live as they are. Let them LIVE in LOVE. LOVE!
But how can my words do anything, I am just a crack pot pro-lifer. I say to those who disagree with me, one day the knock will come to your door and you will be told that you are "not fit" to live. I encourage you my reader to read up on the history of Eugenics.
I end with one more comment. If I am wrong I am an immense fool and very stupid, but if those who support abortion and chose death over life, if YOU, if YOU are WRONG then you have the blood of millions on your hands.
Do you have blood on your hands?
We've all got blood on our hands...
God help us...
So, I am just going to outright say what I believe without fear of future damnation by the more "enlightened" members of this fetid wound of a society. I was just watching CBC and another example of the corelations between the Eugenics movement and the Abortion rhetoric of today. In the 19th and 20th century supporting positive and negative Eugenics was status quo, which culminated in the massacre of Jews and many other groups by the National Socialists in Germany. I will give a brief synopsis of what Eugenics is.
The word comes from the Greek Eu meaning good and genus meaning birth or origin. So, through the 19th and 20th century people were strictly regulated by their birth place. The main support for Eugenics was in fact in the US and Canada, but was later adopted by Hitler to whipe out mass amounts of people. Eugenics in the US and Canada led to the segregation of the poor, drunken, "feebleminded", Irish, female (although many feminists of note were Eugenicists as well), etc etc. People with "good pedigree" were encouraged to breed together so that people with "bad traits" like being left handed were bred out of the human race. Mentally handicapped people were sterilized and locked in institutions to ensure that the gene pool was not "tainted". Oh by the way, Tommy Douglas , voted Greatest Canadian wrote his masters thesis on the wonders of Eugenics and sterilization. After Hitler sullied the good name of Eugenics it went underground.
I believe that the new word for Eugenics is Abortion and some cases of Euthenasia. I believe all of these things are merely Euphemisms, see that Eu again, for systematic discrimiination, torture and murder. I have drawn the different correlations between the arguments supporting Eugenics and Abortion in previous papers that have been submitted to my professors at UBC, so I will not spend time elaborating on them save this. As with Eugenics, in which the voice of the state supersedes that of the individual, so in Abortion is the voice of the foetus superseded by voices of society and the parents.
I shall now refocus on my latest outrage which I found on CBC. The CBC endorced the book of an economist who made barbaric claims. He claimed that crime rate has gone down because of abortions. He claimed that because most people who have abortions are in a "lower class" our acceptance of abortion has effectively "nipped the problem" of crime caused by poverty by killing the criminals before they were born. Not only is this the same as the class and racial profiling that Eugenics brings about, but it is also as chilling as the speculation about convicting someone based on forseeing the future as in the Tom Cruise movie, the title eludes me at the moment.
Instead of looking at the future with bogus telepathic abilities, but through family circumstances and genetics. Think of the attrocities that will spring from this enlightened conclusion. If we can just abort those whom we think will become criminals then why don't we just massacre every person who commits any crime becasue they obviously have the crime gene in them. Or, maybe we should just anihiliate poor people. Or, oh oh, oh wait, I am starting to sound like Adolf Hitler now, oh oh wait, abortion and eugenics follow the same reasoning that led to the Holocaust.
I believe in life ladies and gentlemen. I will not raise my hand in violence against any man, woman or child. I have said this and people have asked me whether I would not defend myself or the people I love. To that I was forced to agree, so I do suppose I would defend myself. But, if foetuses are being murdered and other groups are coming up on the chopping block should I not also defend them. Should I not take up arms again this sea of oppression. Oh, the day is coming, when I will put down my pen, stop the arguing and just defend the lives of all the people on this earth. I believe in LIFE, let LIFE be, let it run its course, let the eelderly die in peace without pumping them full of drugs, feeding tubes and ventilators. Let pregnancies come to term, and let those with mental and physical disabilities live as they are. Let them LIVE in LOVE. LOVE!
But how can my words do anything, I am just a crack pot pro-lifer. I say to those who disagree with me, one day the knock will come to your door and you will be told that you are "not fit" to live. I encourage you my reader to read up on the history of Eugenics.
I end with one more comment. If I am wrong I am an immense fool and very stupid, but if those who support abortion and chose death over life, if YOU, if YOU are WRONG then you have the blood of millions on your hands.
Do you have blood on your hands?
We've all got blood on our hands...
God help us...
Thursday, January 05, 2006
Eavesdropping
"WASHINGTON (CNN) -- In a robust defense of the nation's post-9/11 domestic eavesdropping program, Vice President Dick Cheney on Wednesday said the tool is "critical" for U.S. national security." - CNN. Um, *cough* do I really even need to say anything? Seriously though, why is noone talking about this? It's as if the world doesn't care the USA is becoming Totalitar. . . . . . Uh, ERM, I'm sorry, a man just came to my door. . . . . So back to what I was *really* saying, "Long live the national state of America! All hail 'The Leader!"
Wednesday, January 04, 2006
Bosom Buddy
Drinking Coffee reduces the chances of contracting Breast Cancer..."Huzzuh"...(whilst jubilantly cupping my pectorals) "Hear that Boys, You're gunna be Allllllright".
Tuesday, January 03, 2006
Extracts From My Mind on Politics
So, the comment on my last posting made me remember something that I wanted to write about. The Canadian Federal Election. I know that I may be hunted down for saying this, but it is high time that someone pushed Paul Martin down a flight of stairs. Oh no, they've broken through my door already, bah, what will they do ban my nonexistent handguns. Ok, refocusing, this is what I think about politics in Canada at the moment.
A monarchy with Prince William (oh so hot and caring) as King would be most ideal, yet alas this modern day philosopher king shall never come to power in the way that I wish.
Next best would be chaotic anarchy initiated with the launching of EMP bombs in all the major city centres of the world. I am sure that one of my collegues here at the blog will expand on this plan in the future, but suffice to say a return to an agrarian timocracy would be most excellent.
My third option and the first realistic one is the election of a conservative government in Canada. If people would get off their apathetic asses and vote for a party with integrity and democratic values, even admitting falliability by planning to make its MP's and PM accountable to Canada's citizens in its money use, free elections in the house of commons, fiscal responcibility. Ok all I can say is if the conservatives don't win then I am going to vomit. Honestly people, don't be a Canuck Shmuck and vote for Jack Layton for his sex appeal or Paul Martin for his obvious lack of this quality. Also Quebec, just seperate already, and take that dashing yet enigmatically sinister Giles Ducepp with you. Talk about a free ride Ducepp, it must be easy having one issue to campaign on.
The fourth option is that the US annexes Canada politically and finally throws off the facade of economic pimping that has been going on since the 1920's.
The fifth option is for cats to be appointed as our rulers. I have two reasons for this point. First Paul Martin looks like a cat already, so it wouldn't be too drastic of a change. Secondly he could have leaders that could be used for both stew and jackets after they had served a term...oh wait we could do that already. I nice Belinda Stronach jacket might be comfortable. OK now PETA and pretty much every other couth human being just discredited me.
Speaking of Cats, I was in a pet shop the other day and noticed that one could buy any concievable object for one's pet, so why do we not have kitty brothels. I mean cats and dogs have sexual needs, why doesn't our society provide the means for our animals to release this pent up energy. Maybe then there would be less violent dog attacks. Maybe Jack Layton could think up something for this. He is the type to be into the seeing as he was a porn star in a former life. Anywho I think that I have ranted enough.
Spread the news people, randomocity and satire, I desperately need your approval. Please give me a reason to bathe and shave in the morning.
Oh Canada, why are you so dumb
Who wants to get some Thai noodles and not the kind that Jack Layton likes...wink wink.
A monarchy with Prince William (oh so hot and caring) as King would be most ideal, yet alas this modern day philosopher king shall never come to power in the way that I wish.
Next best would be chaotic anarchy initiated with the launching of EMP bombs in all the major city centres of the world. I am sure that one of my collegues here at the blog will expand on this plan in the future, but suffice to say a return to an agrarian timocracy would be most excellent.
My third option and the first realistic one is the election of a conservative government in Canada. If people would get off their apathetic asses and vote for a party with integrity and democratic values, even admitting falliability by planning to make its MP's and PM accountable to Canada's citizens in its money use, free elections in the house of commons, fiscal responcibility. Ok all I can say is if the conservatives don't win then I am going to vomit. Honestly people, don't be a Canuck Shmuck and vote for Jack Layton for his sex appeal or Paul Martin for his obvious lack of this quality. Also Quebec, just seperate already, and take that dashing yet enigmatically sinister Giles Ducepp with you. Talk about a free ride Ducepp, it must be easy having one issue to campaign on.
The fourth option is that the US annexes Canada politically and finally throws off the facade of economic pimping that has been going on since the 1920's.
The fifth option is for cats to be appointed as our rulers. I have two reasons for this point. First Paul Martin looks like a cat already, so it wouldn't be too drastic of a change. Secondly he could have leaders that could be used for both stew and jackets after they had served a term...oh wait we could do that already. I nice Belinda Stronach jacket might be comfortable. OK now PETA and pretty much every other couth human being just discredited me.
Speaking of Cats, I was in a pet shop the other day and noticed that one could buy any concievable object for one's pet, so why do we not have kitty brothels. I mean cats and dogs have sexual needs, why doesn't our society provide the means for our animals to release this pent up energy. Maybe then there would be less violent dog attacks. Maybe Jack Layton could think up something for this. He is the type to be into the seeing as he was a porn star in a former life. Anywho I think that I have ranted enough.
Spread the news people, randomocity and satire, I desperately need your approval. Please give me a reason to bathe and shave in the morning.
Oh Canada, why are you so dumb
Who wants to get some Thai noodles and not the kind that Jack Layton likes...wink wink.
Brass Monkey
So, I pose a question, what would it take for me to obtain a hyper-intelligent monkey who would cater to my every need?
Friday, December 16, 2005
The Patriot Act Redux
The Patriot act was put before the United States Senate today, and failed to pass; both Bush and Attorney General Alberto Gonzales having lobbied hard to move it through successfully. This spells a major defeat for this administration, and I feel, begs a closer look at the meat of this legislation.
This Act was passed during the weeks after the tragic 9/11 terror attacks in New York City, and was rushed through congress with virtually no dissent- hardly surprising given that the United States had just two weeks before suffered the most devastating terrorist attack to date, the citizen populace was in a state of hysteria and anger, and that few in congress had actually read the 300 plus page Act.
There has more recently been an outcry denouncing the Act as an assault on civil liberties; resolutions having been passed in 152 communities across America, including several major cities, and three states, which condemn the Act as such. As well, several lawsuits, including one filed recently by the ACLU (American Civil Liberties Union), urged the courts to remove or invalidate provisions of the act which threaten privacy or the right to due process.
Conversely, John Ashcroft has launched his "Patriot Rocks" concert tour, visiting 18 cities and meeting with local law enforcement officials in order to re-enforce what he sees as the act's virtues. Ashcroft states that had the Patriot act been in place earlier, 9/11 would never have happened, and that since the patriot act has been introduced, it has staved of more potential major terroriost attacks within the United States- a double negative that simply cannot be proved.
The question duly arises; how threatening is this Act, and what is truly within it? The answer is this; that parts of the Act formalize and regulate government conduct that was formerly unregulated- and potentially much more frightening before this act was passed. Other parts clearly do expand governmental powers and allow it to peer more closely into the lives of it's citizens.
Perhaps the most frightening aspect of the Act is the lack of government candor in describing it's use. Inquiries from the Judiciary committee are classified, and FOIA (Freedom Of Information Act) requests have been half-answered, or blown off. In the absence of any real knowledge about how this Act has been used, one may justifiably fear it abstractly. To fear it's potential, since that is the only real knowledge we possess.
One of the most hotly contested parts of the Act has been Section 215 of the Patriot Act; which allows Federal law enforcement officials to conduct searches of your financial, library, travel, video rental, phone, medical, church, synagogue, and mosque records without your knowledge or consent, and essentially warrantless. The FBI needs now only to certify to a FISA (Foreign Intelligence Security Act) Judge- without need for evidence or probably cause, that the search protects against terrorism. As well, the Judge has no authority to reject this application. Section 215 does extend FBI power to conduct essentially warrantless records searches, even on people who are not themselves terror suspects, with little or no judicial oversight. The government sees this as an incremental change in the law, but the lack of meaningful judicial oversight and the expanded scope of possible suspects makes this a fairly dramatic shift in my eyes.
This controvercial Act contains articles which I find to be obstrusive and potentially unconstitutional, however also it serves to illustrate a fundamental problem with the post 9/11 governmental system. Amid accusations of wasteful spending, and outright fraud aimed towards the Department of Homeland Security, there are found to be legal loopholes which allow the purchase of firearms by individuals currently on government terrorist watch lists, at gun shows. While this loophole is defended by the NRA, the Patriot Act intrudes on the rights of American citizens who are not on watchlists, or suspected of any terrorist activities. The gross missapropriation of government sanctions and restrictions (on the law abiding, rather than those legitemately suspected of crime) is ridiculous.
When taken to it's logical conclusion, yes, I will concede that passing laws which allow the government to watch the goings on of it's citizens will lower the chance of further terrorist activities; but is living in a repressive, closed society in which the populace is in constant fear and surveillance by it's government, truly worth the protection from possible attacks? If we live in fear of terrorism, we have made ourselves victims of it, even if we never fall prey to terrorosm. The right to live in a free and open society comes with risks, it's difficult and dangerous, it leaves us open to crime and terrorism, but it is worth it. If we allow ourselves to surrender to peace of mind at the expense of freedom, then the dream of the United States of America is dead.
The Iraqi elections completed just yesterday, are a momentous and heartening sign of the advancement of peace in the area, but begs the question, when the United States, the foremost republic in the world is rapidly degenerating it's democracy, can we trust the direction that Iraq's burgeoning democracy is following, being instituted by this same United States?
“If we surrender our liberty in the name of security, we shall have neither”
-Benjamin Franklin
This Act was passed during the weeks after the tragic 9/11 terror attacks in New York City, and was rushed through congress with virtually no dissent- hardly surprising given that the United States had just two weeks before suffered the most devastating terrorist attack to date, the citizen populace was in a state of hysteria and anger, and that few in congress had actually read the 300 plus page Act.
There has more recently been an outcry denouncing the Act as an assault on civil liberties; resolutions having been passed in 152 communities across America, including several major cities, and three states, which condemn the Act as such. As well, several lawsuits, including one filed recently by the ACLU (American Civil Liberties Union), urged the courts to remove or invalidate provisions of the act which threaten privacy or the right to due process.
Conversely, John Ashcroft has launched his "Patriot Rocks" concert tour, visiting 18 cities and meeting with local law enforcement officials in order to re-enforce what he sees as the act's virtues. Ashcroft states that had the Patriot act been in place earlier, 9/11 would never have happened, and that since the patriot act has been introduced, it has staved of more potential major terroriost attacks within the United States- a double negative that simply cannot be proved.
The question duly arises; how threatening is this Act, and what is truly within it? The answer is this; that parts of the Act formalize and regulate government conduct that was formerly unregulated- and potentially much more frightening before this act was passed. Other parts clearly do expand governmental powers and allow it to peer more closely into the lives of it's citizens.
Perhaps the most frightening aspect of the Act is the lack of government candor in describing it's use. Inquiries from the Judiciary committee are classified, and FOIA (Freedom Of Information Act) requests have been half-answered, or blown off. In the absence of any real knowledge about how this Act has been used, one may justifiably fear it abstractly. To fear it's potential, since that is the only real knowledge we possess.
One of the most hotly contested parts of the Act has been Section 215 of the Patriot Act; which allows Federal law enforcement officials to conduct searches of your financial, library, travel, video rental, phone, medical, church, synagogue, and mosque records without your knowledge or consent, and essentially warrantless. The FBI needs now only to certify to a FISA (Foreign Intelligence Security Act) Judge- without need for evidence or probably cause, that the search protects against terrorism. As well, the Judge has no authority to reject this application. Section 215 does extend FBI power to conduct essentially warrantless records searches, even on people who are not themselves terror suspects, with little or no judicial oversight. The government sees this as an incremental change in the law, but the lack of meaningful judicial oversight and the expanded scope of possible suspects makes this a fairly dramatic shift in my eyes.
This controvercial Act contains articles which I find to be obstrusive and potentially unconstitutional, however also it serves to illustrate a fundamental problem with the post 9/11 governmental system. Amid accusations of wasteful spending, and outright fraud aimed towards the Department of Homeland Security, there are found to be legal loopholes which allow the purchase of firearms by individuals currently on government terrorist watch lists, at gun shows. While this loophole is defended by the NRA, the Patriot Act intrudes on the rights of American citizens who are not on watchlists, or suspected of any terrorist activities. The gross missapropriation of government sanctions and restrictions (on the law abiding, rather than those legitemately suspected of crime) is ridiculous.
When taken to it's logical conclusion, yes, I will concede that passing laws which allow the government to watch the goings on of it's citizens will lower the chance of further terrorist activities; but is living in a repressive, closed society in which the populace is in constant fear and surveillance by it's government, truly worth the protection from possible attacks? If we live in fear of terrorism, we have made ourselves victims of it, even if we never fall prey to terrorosm. The right to live in a free and open society comes with risks, it's difficult and dangerous, it leaves us open to crime and terrorism, but it is worth it. If we allow ourselves to surrender to peace of mind at the expense of freedom, then the dream of the United States of America is dead.
The Iraqi elections completed just yesterday, are a momentous and heartening sign of the advancement of peace in the area, but begs the question, when the United States, the foremost republic in the world is rapidly degenerating it's democracy, can we trust the direction that Iraq's burgeoning democracy is following, being instituted by this same United States?
“If we surrender our liberty in the name of security, we shall have neither”
-Benjamin Franklin
Wednesday, December 07, 2005
Chimerical...I'll write a better one with this title later, more posh
I am not dead. Anyone who cares may have supposed this. I have merely been out and about and I forgot to come back home for a few months. I would regall you with my tales and tails, but they are tedious and involve too many frenchmen with blunderbusts and rapiers. Speaking of, my rapist whit shall return to this blog when I do not have school writing to do. Huzzah for university the cause of and solution to all of my prrblems. Smoke me a kipper, I'll be back for...oh shut the bloody buggering hell up I'm trying to write here, now look what you've made me do...ahhh! Codfish and Alabaster.
Monday, November 14, 2005
Gas and Girlfixer (The Distillers)
Gas is falling. Now after months of more then a dollar a litre for gas (or whatever you Americans have with your non-metric system) it seems that prices are falling faster then last years iPod. Now I'm not saying it'll go down to 30 cents. But I have contacts within the gas companies that tell me the reason for the fall in pricing. It cost 5 people thier lives and 10,000 jobs but by the great rain serpent in the sky, I will bring the news to the lumping proletariat.
It today society oil is the lifeblood of the world. Oil keeps the cars moving, keeps the electricty juicing and keeps small sea creatures dying. But it seems that as a fossil fuel that its time on our little rock from the sun is limited, much like Maroon 5's career. Now, I'm no geologist or economics expert but I did walk onto an all womens college in Pennsylvania once. What I learned, beside the fact that mace hurts, is that we're searching for an alternative fuel source simply because oil is sooooo last century. Thier thinking now electricity will keep our small 4-door sedans moving.
Little do the gigantic gas and oil companies know but theirs a massive almost limitless supply of oil almost right where there sitting. Where is this magical and probably fake oil? Its in Mar Del Plata, Argintina. I know, I was surprised to. But thats what my contacts told me. See how far a stick of gum and $3 candian can get you?
I went to Mar Del Plata to follow up on this rumour. To my knowledge it was nothing but a relaxing resort town. But there was some meeting going on. They kept screaming about Bush. Now, I know the mid-90s Austrailian alternative-rock group was only so-so but really was rioting the answer? So avoiding the bricks, maltov cocktails, bits of lumber and tear gas I made my way through til I found the place. Let me tell you, those Americas Summit Meeting guards sure are rough. So what if I started digging right between the Presidents of Venezuala and Brazil? They didn't seem to notice too much. They were trying to stop Bush. Maybe the group was reforming and coming to thier respected countries, I don't know. 5 musketeers indeed.
In the end I sold my kidney to get back home. It was an unsuccessful trip all round. My contacts lied, I disrupted a trade meeting and I never found the massive hidden cache of oil. But I did come back with some cool scars. So, to you my friends I say this. Oil may not be around forever, but it will be around long enough to find us some better fuels. Why don't we go back to horses? Fast, reliable and if it comes down to it you can make glue outta them!
Adieu.
My kidney is lonely.
It today society oil is the lifeblood of the world. Oil keeps the cars moving, keeps the electricty juicing and keeps small sea creatures dying. But it seems that as a fossil fuel that its time on our little rock from the sun is limited, much like Maroon 5's career. Now, I'm no geologist or economics expert but I did walk onto an all womens college in Pennsylvania once. What I learned, beside the fact that mace hurts, is that we're searching for an alternative fuel source simply because oil is sooooo last century. Thier thinking now electricity will keep our small 4-door sedans moving.
Little do the gigantic gas and oil companies know but theirs a massive almost limitless supply of oil almost right where there sitting. Where is this magical and probably fake oil? Its in Mar Del Plata, Argintina. I know, I was surprised to. But thats what my contacts told me. See how far a stick of gum and $3 candian can get you?
I went to Mar Del Plata to follow up on this rumour. To my knowledge it was nothing but a relaxing resort town. But there was some meeting going on. They kept screaming about Bush. Now, I know the mid-90s Austrailian alternative-rock group was only so-so but really was rioting the answer? So avoiding the bricks, maltov cocktails, bits of lumber and tear gas I made my way through til I found the place. Let me tell you, those Americas Summit Meeting guards sure are rough. So what if I started digging right between the Presidents of Venezuala and Brazil? They didn't seem to notice too much. They were trying to stop Bush. Maybe the group was reforming and coming to thier respected countries, I don't know. 5 musketeers indeed.
In the end I sold my kidney to get back home. It was an unsuccessful trip all round. My contacts lied, I disrupted a trade meeting and I never found the massive hidden cache of oil. But I did come back with some cool scars. So, to you my friends I say this. Oil may not be around forever, but it will be around long enough to find us some better fuels. Why don't we go back to horses? Fast, reliable and if it comes down to it you can make glue outta them!
Adieu.
My kidney is lonely.
Wednesday, November 02, 2005
Insatiable Indulgence
The American Dream is a dream of a greater life, a life of wealth and riches, luxury and indulgence. Every one of us is the elite of tomorrow, every one of us believes we will be something tomorrow. This idea is fueled by Capitalism, and our will for more. It is humanity. Greed is all that has been with us since the dawn of man, and without greed, humanity would have no reason to invent. It is greed that propels us, it is greed that drives us. It is greed that feeds us. We have this dream of a greater life, a life in which we are the elite. This dream is what corrodes our soul, and mutilates our being. It bears down on our soul, it weakens our constitution, and at last, when we can no longer resist its will, when we can no longer stand its weight, we collapse, and find ourselves content in our miscontentment. We come to our knees, and find ourselves alive in death, we find ourselves envious of those who we should have been. We hide in their shadows of illusion, fearful that we will never be what we had dreamed, we will never be what we should have. We hide in their shadow, behind a facade of fallacy, and illusion. Our illusion is possession. We buy to appear to be the greater, what we still believe ourselves to be. We wallow in the destruction of others, the take pleasure in knowing that others are worse, impoverished, beaten, and crushed. We build ourselves up while tearing others down, We derive pride from the annihilation of others, devastation is our bane. We ravage our souls, and massacre our humanity. We give up all that is good and righteous, and willingly nullify all that is charitable and upright. We are the middle class. We are the discontent. We are the patricians of tomorrow.
Monday, October 31, 2005
Hallows Eve and Halloween (Dead Kennedys)
Yes, it's that time of year again. When ghosts, ghouls and freaks roam the streets. No I'm not talking about the latest Maroon 5 concert. I'm speaking about Halloween! The time when its cold and we light pumpkins on fire. Since I'm the only one awake and had 10 cups of coffee and have no real responsiblilties to speak of, I will be giving you loverly people my take on this magically dark time.
Halloween has always been a surprising time of year. The time when the spiritual world and ours are at thier closest. Therefor we must frighten the spirits of the dead...and people who are afraid of orange away. The time when all the kids go out dressed as superheroes or whatever these kids dress up as these days knock on doors like Jehovah witnesses and the only way to get rid of them is by throwing candy into their bags.
This is also a time for punk teens (I use punk as a derrogtory term refferring to thier actions not of the music in general) to blow things up. I don't understand that aspect. Lighting off fireworks and explosions is about a 30 second thrill. I was young once. When Wilson was president. And let me tell you small explosions are no fun. Found that out when I was sitting by a gas station in Rockford, Maryland. Still banned from that state. People shouldn't have been filling up anyway.
So on this time go out with your kids, legitimate or otherwise, and celebrate this creepy holiday. Dressing up is fun. Don't see why we can't all year long. Just as long as people don't dress up as Maroon 5 or Bush. Those two things are scary enough as it is. And stay away from that stragly haired guy. He's up to no good. In conclusion, watch out for drugs and razorblades. As for me, I'm going to go into my room turn off the lights and eat a bag of Snickers bars weeping the fact that I'm so terribly alone. Party it up all you freaks. Stupid time-change.
Adieu.
My muscles need candy.
Halloween has always been a surprising time of year. The time when the spiritual world and ours are at thier closest. Therefor we must frighten the spirits of the dead...and people who are afraid of orange away. The time when all the kids go out dressed as superheroes or whatever these kids dress up as these days knock on doors like Jehovah witnesses and the only way to get rid of them is by throwing candy into their bags.
This is also a time for punk teens (I use punk as a derrogtory term refferring to thier actions not of the music in general) to blow things up. I don't understand that aspect. Lighting off fireworks and explosions is about a 30 second thrill. I was young once. When Wilson was president. And let me tell you small explosions are no fun. Found that out when I was sitting by a gas station in Rockford, Maryland. Still banned from that state. People shouldn't have been filling up anyway.
So on this time go out with your kids, legitimate or otherwise, and celebrate this creepy holiday. Dressing up is fun. Don't see why we can't all year long. Just as long as people don't dress up as Maroon 5 or Bush. Those two things are scary enough as it is. And stay away from that stragly haired guy. He's up to no good. In conclusion, watch out for drugs and razorblades. As for me, I'm going to go into my room turn off the lights and eat a bag of Snickers bars weeping the fact that I'm so terribly alone. Party it up all you freaks. Stupid time-change.
Adieu.
My muscles need candy.
Saturday, October 15, 2005
Underground
A sharp rush of air, as the subway muscles it's way through the dense air under London. Semi circular tunnels, bearing the grimy memories of thousands of hours of travel beneath the ancient city on their dark-grouted tiles. The clack of the steel wheels on the railway tines, the rattle of the swaying aluminum cars as they whisk through the constricted underground, the bark of the audio warning "Mind the gap, mind the gap".
This subterranean transportation system has made movement possible for millions daily through one of the most constricted, highly trafficked, and wealthy cities on earth. But it has provided so much more, pride- in it's engineering marvel which has withstood the pressures of public traffic, and the weight of the surrounding earth alike for over a hundred years; and during Londons most trying days, these round, tiled walls gave life saving shelter to thousands during the Second World Wars' Blitz.
But this year, just weeks after I left this great city, this very subway which I whisked through to tour the rich sights and experiences of London, was bombed. Beginning with Kings Cross station- one which I frequented during my stay; bombs ripped through the aluminum shell of the cars, splintering the trademark tiles, warping the indelicate ribbons of steel track with it's massive heat.
This institution which has contributed so much to this city, and indeed to the world, was used to kill innocent human beings on their way into the city- becoming pawns in the bloody game of international policy, tools of oppressive fundamentalism the world over. The sobering hate which courses through this world becomes so apparent, when written in blood on the cracked, dark-grouted tiles of the London Underground.
Tuesday, September 27, 2005
Katrina Catharsis
Hurricane Katrina, horrifying natural disaster that it was, can be used as a metaphor for a societal catharsis that gives valuable insight into the state of America, and the South in particular. It made very evident the disparity between the social classes in New Orleans, and sadly, the races in as many cases.However, if we allow this experience to act as true catharsis, that is, a release of emotional tension, as after an overwhelming experience, that restores or refreshes the spirit; we can banish the demons of this terrible event and move forward with clear minds, and forward eyes, and right the wrongs which have become so painfully evident.
The grand old city of New Orleans has been decimated, it's citizens scattered, and her poorest residents left dead, or still trapped within the flooded city.
An entire city left homeless.
But hope remains, since we are given an unprescedented opportunity to begin anew on solid footing. A chance, with the city homeless, to ensure that in rebuilding, that everyone does have a home. That those who had the least to cling to, but who lost all, before the merciless pounding of the cruel sea, rise from this tragic event to new heights, as the city, and the nation move upwards from below sea level, and again, onto solid ground.
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
Music and M&Ms (Blink 182)
Music is all around us. You cant avoid it. PSP's, iPods and the like make your music even more portable and easy to listen to. Today since no one on this thingy wants to post I will give you a brief and quite possibly wrong history of Rock. Just because I have that kind of time.
Before rock there was a thing called country. This country was evil and should never be heard by humans who dont wear plaid and have over-alls. But then in the South a new music was coming. A musical style call Blues. Ah, nothing says good times like blues. It was so diffrent. It had soul, it was ALIVE! A young man of Tennesee then heard this blues. His name of course was Jehosophat Bringal. No, I lied. His name was....Elvis.
Elvis then took this blues and made it popular to suburban teens. The term was later called rock 'n' roll. Much like Elvis, I have the swiviling hips. Let me tell you its hard to stand in line. Rock 'n' roll was good, clean American fun. It spread across the world and of course Elvis went on to sell millions of records and dying on a toilet. Or did he?
The 60's brought a change to the music style of youth. Folk and rock melded into hippie music. But the sixties also brought excellent artists and bands. Jimi Hendrix, the Rolling Stones before Kieth Richards became the living dead and the Beatles to name just a few. It was a time of Vietnam and Love-Ins. Of social change and Peace-ing out. Of course the drugs helped too. *Cough*.
With a the end of the Sixties an evil empire started to rise. This empire was called disco. Disco is the music of Hades, people. Disco shouldve been taken out and shot. But there was hope a small rebellion lead by bands like AC/DC, Lynyrd Skynyrd, KISS, The Guess Who, Queen, Pink Floyd, Led Zepplin, Alice Cooper, Black Sabbath and many others. This small rebellion held out through the years battling the evil empire of disco throughout the Seventies. Then my children the real music rebellion began in a far off land. Punk. The Clash, Siouxsie & the Banshees, The Adverts, Generation X, Sex Pistols, The Slits and X-Ray Spex all started a strong underground following. Then this punk rock scene spilled over to America where bands like the Ramones, The Misfits, Black Flag, Dead Kennedys, Circle Jerks and the Germs flourished. It was a wierd and pierced time.
But all good and punkish things must come to an end. By the 80's most of ye olde punk bands had burned out or faded away. Making way for the oddest music ever. New Wave. Wierd hair and sythesizers were the order of the day. And eveything was tight. I dont know why it just was. Im far too lazy to name New Wave bands though. There were far, far too many. But there was still some rocking bands in the Eighties. The Scorpions, Van Halen, Motley Crue, Ozzy Osbourne, Poison, Iron Maiden, Def Leppard, Sammy Hagar, Quiet Riot, Metallica, Warrant and of course the probably biggest band of all time U2. Throughout the Eighties there was a thing called "hair metal". So named of course because of the gigantic sprayed hair the band members had. It wasn't true rock but hey, what else were you listening to in the 80s? Madonna? Michael Jackson? Tears for Fears? It was a time of experiment and wild, wildness, parties. Mmm, cocaine. To quote Robin Williams, "...anything that makes you impotent and paranoid, mmm, gimme more of that!"
Hair metal died a quick death by the early 90's. Then the Seattle scene happened. All of a sudden, instead of gigantic guitar riffs you heard depressign, angst filled music. This music, of course is called, Grunge. Say the name out loud and you can basically figure out the idea behind it. Bands that came out of the 90s were the most influential and great of all time for rock. Pearl Jam, Soundgarden, REM, Bush, Smashing Pumpkins, Blur, Silver Chair, Alice in Chains and of course the great and mighty Nirvana. This was the time of alternative rock. It was dark, it was moody and it effected a generation of teens. And of course it was FUN! Cant spell "my-life-sucks-but-hey-so-does-his" without fun. But unfortunatly after Kurdt Cobains suicide the grunge scene kinda...well, died. There was however a small revival of punk. Green Day, The Offspring, Rancid, The Transplants, The Distillers and the like started to come out of the woodwork. By the late 90s experimintation was the order of the day. Rap-metal, and more electronic sounding rock started appearing. Limp Bizkit, Linkin Park, Rage against the Machine, Korn to name a few. Im not going on about that because it was a dark time.
Finally here we are at the early 2000's. Rock has finally come back. And more commercialized then ever. But thats not the point. Bands like Nickelback, Default, Theory of a Deadman, Our Lady Peace, Seether, Sum 41, Billy Talent, Three Days Grace, Jimmy Eat World and the like coming through the speakers. Also in every generation there is one band that makes you want to stick your head underwater. Im talking about Maroon 5. Why are people still listening to them? Havent they read this famous blog?
What're people going to say ten years from now? Will this generation of music fans have it worse of? Or are we in the midst of a revolution in rock music? I hate Good Charlotte. Dont ask me why. Just a thing between them, me and an elevator in Idaho. We shall see in another five years whether this music can last or will it just be a fad. I refuse to listen to rap if rock dies. I plan on holding out with rock CDs and a shotgun if it comes to that.
Adieu.
My body hair is growing exceptionally.
Before rock there was a thing called country. This country was evil and should never be heard by humans who dont wear plaid and have over-alls. But then in the South a new music was coming. A musical style call Blues. Ah, nothing says good times like blues. It was so diffrent. It had soul, it was ALIVE! A young man of Tennesee then heard this blues. His name of course was Jehosophat Bringal. No, I lied. His name was....Elvis.
Elvis then took this blues and made it popular to suburban teens. The term was later called rock 'n' roll. Much like Elvis, I have the swiviling hips. Let me tell you its hard to stand in line. Rock 'n' roll was good, clean American fun. It spread across the world and of course Elvis went on to sell millions of records and dying on a toilet. Or did he?
The 60's brought a change to the music style of youth. Folk and rock melded into hippie music. But the sixties also brought excellent artists and bands. Jimi Hendrix, the Rolling Stones before Kieth Richards became the living dead and the Beatles to name just a few. It was a time of Vietnam and Love-Ins. Of social change and Peace-ing out. Of course the drugs helped too. *Cough*.
With a the end of the Sixties an evil empire started to rise. This empire was called disco. Disco is the music of Hades, people. Disco shouldve been taken out and shot. But there was hope a small rebellion lead by bands like AC/DC, Lynyrd Skynyrd, KISS, The Guess Who, Queen, Pink Floyd, Led Zepplin, Alice Cooper, Black Sabbath and many others. This small rebellion held out through the years battling the evil empire of disco throughout the Seventies. Then my children the real music rebellion began in a far off land. Punk. The Clash, Siouxsie & the Banshees, The Adverts, Generation X, Sex Pistols, The Slits and X-Ray Spex all started a strong underground following. Then this punk rock scene spilled over to America where bands like the Ramones, The Misfits, Black Flag, Dead Kennedys, Circle Jerks and the Germs flourished. It was a wierd and pierced time.
But all good and punkish things must come to an end. By the 80's most of ye olde punk bands had burned out or faded away. Making way for the oddest music ever. New Wave. Wierd hair and sythesizers were the order of the day. And eveything was tight. I dont know why it just was. Im far too lazy to name New Wave bands though. There were far, far too many. But there was still some rocking bands in the Eighties. The Scorpions, Van Halen, Motley Crue, Ozzy Osbourne, Poison, Iron Maiden, Def Leppard, Sammy Hagar, Quiet Riot, Metallica, Warrant and of course the probably biggest band of all time U2. Throughout the Eighties there was a thing called "hair metal". So named of course because of the gigantic sprayed hair the band members had. It wasn't true rock but hey, what else were you listening to in the 80s? Madonna? Michael Jackson? Tears for Fears? It was a time of experiment and wild, wildness, parties. Mmm, cocaine. To quote Robin Williams, "...anything that makes you impotent and paranoid, mmm, gimme more of that!"
Hair metal died a quick death by the early 90's. Then the Seattle scene happened. All of a sudden, instead of gigantic guitar riffs you heard depressign, angst filled music. This music, of course is called, Grunge. Say the name out loud and you can basically figure out the idea behind it. Bands that came out of the 90s were the most influential and great of all time for rock. Pearl Jam, Soundgarden, REM, Bush, Smashing Pumpkins, Blur, Silver Chair, Alice in Chains and of course the great and mighty Nirvana. This was the time of alternative rock. It was dark, it was moody and it effected a generation of teens. And of course it was FUN! Cant spell "my-life-sucks-but-hey-so-does-his" without fun. But unfortunatly after Kurdt Cobains suicide the grunge scene kinda...well, died. There was however a small revival of punk. Green Day, The Offspring, Rancid, The Transplants, The Distillers and the like started to come out of the woodwork. By the late 90s experimintation was the order of the day. Rap-metal, and more electronic sounding rock started appearing. Limp Bizkit, Linkin Park, Rage against the Machine, Korn to name a few. Im not going on about that because it was a dark time.
Finally here we are at the early 2000's. Rock has finally come back. And more commercialized then ever. But thats not the point. Bands like Nickelback, Default, Theory of a Deadman, Our Lady Peace, Seether, Sum 41, Billy Talent, Three Days Grace, Jimmy Eat World and the like coming through the speakers. Also in every generation there is one band that makes you want to stick your head underwater. Im talking about Maroon 5. Why are people still listening to them? Havent they read this famous blog?
What're people going to say ten years from now? Will this generation of music fans have it worse of? Or are we in the midst of a revolution in rock music? I hate Good Charlotte. Dont ask me why. Just a thing between them, me and an elevator in Idaho. We shall see in another five years whether this music can last or will it just be a fad. I refuse to listen to rap if rock dies. I plan on holding out with rock CDs and a shotgun if it comes to that.
Adieu.
My body hair is growing exceptionally.
Friday, September 02, 2005
New Month and Not really New Name
Yes, it has been awhile since any of us here at the former "Insane ramblings of the decreped" have posted. But heres a short one for you. In Septemeber there will be more posts by myself, II, and the philosopher. Even if we are very lazy or drunk. And perhaps we'll bring back caffienated canuck because hes had far too much free time. Have no fear faithful readers, the Turkey Shoot shall persist. Like a boil. Septemeber will bring many new and hilariously controversial topics. Like Neptunes anger at New Orleans. So wait and see what we have in store. If anything at all.
The Pretty One.
The Pretty One.
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