hello -- if you the reader are a happy person -- you may be more interested in listening to REM's 'shiny happy people' 100 times in a row........ again and again........ and yet, even still, your happiness may be built on the foundation of another person's misery....
i reckon i'll think of some examples of that by and by............. but first it pleases the writer to dwell on the notion of opposing discontent -- in broad general terms as a matter of human nature...... without demonizing this catholic church or that russian communist movement or this strand of eurotrash race of humanity or that clan of no-good two-bit americanos......................
but let me digress and profess that i mean be no worthy thinker.............. let's look at mathematics..... mathematics....... even in art -- is a beautiful thing -- because it shows reason and logic: STRUCTURE --- an ORDER........... these are good things, all things considered........ when we begin studying mathematics............ we generally --- young or old, have to begin at the very beginning with simple funcionts like addition, multiplication and so forth:
example: whats 3 times 7, 7+7+7 --- it's 21.................. then we might move on the simple algebra: if 2b = 50 then what does b equal? we just divide 50 by the 2 that was multiplying b to make b 50 in the first place and of course it turns out b = 25............. simple math............. then we can get the squares of numbers and at the same time have fun plotting out 2 dimensional geometric forms............ for example: what is 5 raised to the power of 2? or 5 with a tiny little 2 sitting no it's fivey-shoulder..........? ---- in geometry, it's like you have a garden 5 metres long -- all four walls of your garden ..........
anyway -- i'm bored with math talk so forget about calculus (here's a hint: it's about 3 dimensional shapes -- so you can find the volume of a milk carton using calculus -- or the volume of a round object like a basketball: how much coca cola a basketball would hold (all without getting up out of your seat: just using mathematics).............. from basic steps like these it's a hope skip and a jump for those Souls that have the patience and diligence to spend their entire careers focused on mathematical type work --- for them to figure out how to put a rocket into space and how to get it to land again and many technical disciplines in electronics and computers and engineering involve mathematics............
who cares? this is meant to be about human unhappiness and the human condition in general.......... but maybe i took my digression to mathematics to make a point of relativity........ i'm not much of a thinker perhaps -- hence my poverty, lack of fame, lack of anything resembling a social status and lack of awards and general lack of society............. and anyway -- everything is relative................ i want to bring to the foremost of your mind the notion of relativity - often when we think about relativity we think of einstein's famous theory of relativity (is it applicable to the Catholic 'Mass' ? and what does the speed of light squared FEEL like? seems like an abstraction) --- and then we are likely to think -- oh i can't understand that, i heard only 3 people alive in the world can understand it and such.............. but people can and do understand that relativity is real and that in life we are running a marathon from birth to death and that we must prioritize our lives, our problems, our goals, our ambitions, must choose this or that pleasure, this or that avenue to material success....... that we cannot ignore materials needs.... that our Soul may even sometimes, perhaps in some rare cases, actually somehow move us in dreams or daily life to reckon something intangible, something not necessarily material like, and i hate to use this word, 'love' -- because actually, most 'love' as we know it is just the same as tribe-survivalism.... and where wealth, comfort and superfluity of physical means abounds then often love becomes surplus lust in any case - which isn't to say we cannot have a comfortable, materially wealthy, society without being overly luxurious..... so forget about love for now and maybe forget about soul too.......... and let's focus on relativity.......
john, you look like shit today, did you have a really bad night last night?
john: wait! look at that guy over there? no not the one at the newstand, the one that was just run over by the bus over there, look! blood is spouting from his head! his teeth are sprinkled all over the pavement!
THAT'S RELATIVITY!!!!!
john, although he looked pretty bad, looked GREAT compared to the guy hit by the bus!!!
we find this notion expressed in mathematics too, eg., in algebra: x (looking okay) is greater than minus 5 (looking really bad) but less than 2000 (over 2000 and you're somehow got to be cheating or you are superman -- looking good -- more on superman later)
so when we look at humanity, all the nations and how this mix and match and so forth, relativity becomes an important thing to keep in mind................. can you relate to someone in small town china that is being forced off their land if you are from maplewood, wisconsin and renting from the government? maybe not............
somehow failing to be able to express some notion here but it seems that the chinese culture, in the way they live and do things -- are not immediately comparable to, say, western europeans --- hence the expression: you cannot compare apples and oranges................
well, this post was meant to be about unhappiness and misery and the questionable nature of human happiness: (what is all your happiness but wretched discontent, paraphrasing nietzsche, and the 'cowardly nay and yay of modern society' - again nietzsche)...... but somehow the post turned into some twisted garble perhaps ---
i do remember once a society where happiness seemed very real (california to be sure) but maybe in life we have to experience a lot of sadness or we just CHOOSE to experience it........ so as to graduate to happiness..........................
a noticeable element in society is oppressing others for the sake of our own happiness........ so that institutionalized cruelty is practiced and any player involved that is maddened by it can then be referred to as 'mentally ill' and somehow incomprehensible........... but the causes for all problems are pretty apparent if one digs around enough................
in manufacturing a society of idiots........... which is our primary concern as humans......... we want a being that doesn't REMEMBER.......... a being that is content to bump and trudge around and knock this over and crush that flower and FORGET what a despicable little monster it really is......... we want a people to institutionalize mean-spiritedness, as a substitute for strength and empathy, compassion and understanding......... actually we SHOULD want the latter -- but what we are truly striving for is the former (mistakenly -- as we are taking the wrong path and will have to go back in the future and retrace our footsteps)...........
if you, gentle reader, need to turn outside now, and vomit, should you see humanity's ugliness it all it's light --- then please feel free.............. the world is a sick and nasty place........... and anyone who might struggle to see ............. whatever.......... i'm just spouting whatever..........
the human brain is not much of a thing when it comes to retention, is it? -- it seems it cannot remember much and has to struggle to lock down on each day's daily physical realities............... i marvel at people that are born, live and die always in the same town/city or country and are never interested to live other experiences or are not bored with the same drudging monotony, and: let's be frank: inane stupidity of their daily lives - example, john sticks lables on boxes all day long, goes home to same horrible wife everyday - probably because she is from the same race as him -- he raises his horrible children to be a horrible extension of his own pathetic life.......
run to the rooftops to yell this sad reality and you my friend have a 'mental illness' or a citation for 'public disturbance' and a fine to pay (better to play crazy if you want to save money on fines)......................
well, at least some minds like Shakespeare (Francis Bacon) or Mozart were able to touch on depression and sadness in a sublime way........... better than nothing.......... all you'll get from me are pathetic rantings that will never be published by some journalist dyke in the newspaper as the last epiphet of a disturbed mind before he gunned down four hundred people (coz i won't be doing that ever - pheww what a relief - ain't i swell)............ or studied in schools as the backbone of Nazism (please, if you are reading this: do not commit ANY act of violence unless it's on a football field during a game of football ........... or some such act of violence like shooting a duck on a hunting trip................ if you are a nutcase go and see a psychiatrist...................) ............. this is my blog where i can dispense my angst........ if it looks like teenage angst, or the mind of an arsehole, or a crazy man --- then so be it............... go get your own blog and for God's sake don't become a cutter or a serial killer.........................
to any reader that may wonder about the nature of violence and when is it okay to use violence......... let's just say that violence is a side-effect of the 'normal' human condition which is essentially the condition of a brute...............
now let's invent a story about a man called jimmy bloggy-pants.............. jimmy bloggy-pants was coming in his pants everyday ............... first he'd come in his pants to the bakery and then step out of the bakery and come in his pants to the shoestore and so on and so forth: always coming in his pants............. what is the moral of this story: who knows?
there is such a thing as 'philosophy' and 'creeds' and National psyches and psychologies....... and most all of them practice and condone violence in an institutionalized form........... oh yeah, now i remembered jimmy bloggy-pants' function........... you see, Jimmy bloggy-pants was so tortured and disturbed by violence that he decided to live away from society as a hermit................ he spent so long living alone in a forest........... a very, very, long time.......... that he decided to return to society.................... he ended up after some point visiting a psychologist and was told that his prolonged time spent alone made him anti-social................ so Jimmy Bloggy-Pants just continued coming in his pants as before.........
i know there are a bunch of happy little Souls out there: in rich countries, writing their music..... drinking wine with their loving circle of friends, acting in their tv-shows for great money.......... i don't know them....... but if they have musical talent and practice it regularly then i salute them..... i am with the baby in somalia starving to death with a face covered in flies if i can say that from the vantage point of my rich western country and my fat, un-exercised belly/body without being TOO rotten................. which is to say: misery is no stranger to this hearth........
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Friday, December 18, 2009
Space invaders encounters of the third kind extra-terrestrial
My heart was racing but there was no time to do anything before the creature said to me: 'Would you like to bumsex with me?' I was aghast, my mind couldn't process all this information. First of all I had the luck to meet a creature from a more advanced civilization that was capable of travelling faster than the speed of light - then to realize that it's first approach to me was a sexual come-on --- was it a male or a female Alien? Would it be able to share some technology with me that could help our own planet further itself?
'Are you male or female?' I asked it. 'How do you reproduce?' I went on.
'Bumsex' it said and started making sexual humping motions as seen in some R&B/Hip-Hop dance clips such as MC Hammer or that failed Hollywood flop 'Ford Fairlane' (with Bruce Willis).
'Did it really want to sodomize me?' I asked myself; perhaps it was trying to mock me because of it's advanced state of civilization as compared to my own. I couldn't think of anything else than to start singing Lionel Richie's 'Hello, is it me you're looking for?' song.
A few bars into the song - or maybe half-way through it -- my mind ran through some thoughts: images of brave Americans bombing Afghanis and Pakistanis from Nevada with remote controlled aeroplanes; marketing and media companies all over the world trying to sell me donkey-dick; two billion idiots driving broom-broom cars around while this Alien was travelling faster then the speed of light:
I boldly put my hand on that Alien's shoulder and told him firmly:
'You're gonna take me off this planet.' And together we climbed into its Spaceship.
Space invaders encounters of the third kind extra-terrestrial
Once something happened to me that no-one would believe: I was walking in the woods of eastern Siberia near Kamchatka one night when I saw some amazing, flashing lights in the sky. It was a UFO - I saw it hover in the sky doing things that no man-made space ship could do and then it landed near me. I was a-tremble in a state of excitation verging on religious ecstasy to see that a doorway or porticle opened and a being on two legs of similar height to my own exited the vehicle and approached.
My heart was racing but there was no time to do anything before the creature said to me: 'Would you like to bumsex with me?' I was aghast, my mind couldn't process all this information. First of all I had the luck to meet a creature from a more advanced civilization that was capable of travelling faster than the speed of light - then to realize that it's first approach to me was a sexual come-on --- was it a male or a female Alien? Would it be able to share some technology with me that could help our own planet further itself?
'Are you male or female?' I asked it. 'How do you reproduce?' I went on.
'Bumsex' it said and started making sexual humping motions as seen in some R&B/Hip-Hop dance clips such as MC Hammer or that failed Hollywood flop 'Ford Fairlane' (with Bruce Willis).
'Did it really want to sodomize me?' I asked myself; perhaps it was trying to mock me because of it's advanced state of civilization as compared to my own. I couldn't think of anything else than to start singing Lionel Richie's 'Hello, is it me you're looking for?' song.
(to be continued)
My heart was racing but there was no time to do anything before the creature said to me: 'Would you like to bumsex with me?' I was aghast, my mind couldn't process all this information. First of all I had the luck to meet a creature from a more advanced civilization that was capable of travelling faster than the speed of light - then to realize that it's first approach to me was a sexual come-on --- was it a male or a female Alien? Would it be able to share some technology with me that could help our own planet further itself?
'Are you male or female?' I asked it. 'How do you reproduce?' I went on.
'Bumsex' it said and started making sexual humping motions as seen in some R&B/Hip-Hop dance clips such as MC Hammer or that failed Hollywood flop 'Ford Fairlane' (with Bruce Willis).
'Did it really want to sodomize me?' I asked myself; perhaps it was trying to mock me because of it's advanced state of civilization as compared to my own. I couldn't think of anything else than to start singing Lionel Richie's 'Hello, is it me you're looking for?' song.
(to be continued)
OF THE RED AND YELLOW SHAMPOO IN CONDITIONER IN 'BILLY MADISON'
THOSE of you who have seen the movie 'Billy Madison' - in particular the scene where Billy holds a bottle of shampoo in one hand and a bottle of conditioner in the other hand and has them fight eachother saying: 'Shampoo is better than conditioner', 'no conditioner is better than shampoo', etc, etc and so forth have seen that (part of the movie).
And those of you who have seen the 'Wedding Crashers' movie where the gay rich son of the heterosexual rich politician guy wishes to tie Vince Vaughn to a bed or keep him tied to it and make love to him (against his will) have seen that (part of that movie).
To you I say: Hooray for Hollywood.
If you have seen the monster from Aliens or some such movie in the supermarket today whilst shopping -- and it wasn't on a box of cereal or a tin of tomato paste -- but walking around the aisles and nobody else noticed it but you then it wasn't a marketing stunt: you were having a hallucination.
What is Hollywood? Actually it's a suburb of LA (which we might as well think of as one big Hollywood) full of illegal mexicans - then there's a hilly area above the flats of Hollywood (the Hollywood hills) where the white actors are.
If we refer to the previous blog of the totalitarian state: creativity would be treated as a form of madness (see the hallucination above) and hence all Hollywood actors -- not the Mexicans walking around Hollywood acting out their lifetimes but the international Hollywood: those actors living in Colorado flying out to Romania to make a movie in two months, the international 'Hollywood' -- covering all five continents (or ten or whatever) --- in our everyone is a Frenchman totalitarian state (see blog containing Stalin) -- all these actors would have to be sent to the countryside in China to become re-educated such as in the days of Mao-Zedong in China during the cultural revolution.
When is the last time you ate ice-cream?
But did you really eat it? Or did you kind of just lick it and swallow it?
When will the Great Pumpkin arise?
And those of you who have seen the 'Wedding Crashers' movie where the gay rich son of the heterosexual rich politician guy wishes to tie Vince Vaughn to a bed or keep him tied to it and make love to him (against his will) have seen that (part of that movie).
To you I say: Hooray for Hollywood.
If you have seen the monster from Aliens or some such movie in the supermarket today whilst shopping -- and it wasn't on a box of cereal or a tin of tomato paste -- but walking around the aisles and nobody else noticed it but you then it wasn't a marketing stunt: you were having a hallucination.
What is Hollywood? Actually it's a suburb of LA (which we might as well think of as one big Hollywood) full of illegal mexicans - then there's a hilly area above the flats of Hollywood (the Hollywood hills) where the white actors are.
If we refer to the previous blog of the totalitarian state: creativity would be treated as a form of madness (see the hallucination above) and hence all Hollywood actors -- not the Mexicans walking around Hollywood acting out their lifetimes but the international Hollywood: those actors living in Colorado flying out to Romania to make a movie in two months, the international 'Hollywood' -- covering all five continents (or ten or whatever) --- in our everyone is a Frenchman totalitarian state (see blog containing Stalin) -- all these actors would have to be sent to the countryside in China to become re-educated such as in the days of Mao-Zedong in China during the cultural revolution.
When is the last time you ate ice-cream?
But did you really eat it? Or did you kind of just lick it and swallow it?
When will the Great Pumpkin arise?
Let's have a totalitarian state of pansies
Friends: before sojourning to sleepy-sleepy 40 winks land tonight - I invite you to envision a future. Not a future of global democracy and can-openers for dog-food cans for every woman in child in Africa that they may feed their dogs can food from electric can openers while they themselves enjoy better fare than that munched upon by the American middle classes.
No brothers, let us imagine a totalitarian state - like in George Orwell's 1984 - where all strains of originality, creativity and freedom of thought are treated of as a form of madness. A kind of Stalinist Russia raised to the power of 20 degrees. But let it be a world where every individual - instead of wearing grey -- must act and be like a pansy Frenchman -- down to the last chuckling, gurgling pansy Frenchman laugh and vein of Blue cheese.
Brothers, let us evoke the Spirit of that ancient God: Gloogle-di-blooks ---- that the Spirit of Gloogle-di-blooks may find Goldilocks and Little Red Riding Hood and buy them a G.I. Joe action figure and the sleigh from the movie Citizen Kane. Let us not forget Glubbity-Flubbs and Gloobity-Floops. We don't know who or what these Glubbity-Flubbs and Gloobity-Floops are or could be but we remember them anyway.
That is all for now.
Shalom.
No brothers, let us imagine a totalitarian state - like in George Orwell's 1984 - where all strains of originality, creativity and freedom of thought are treated of as a form of madness. A kind of Stalinist Russia raised to the power of 20 degrees. But let it be a world where every individual - instead of wearing grey -- must act and be like a pansy Frenchman -- down to the last chuckling, gurgling pansy Frenchman laugh and vein of Blue cheese.
Brothers, let us evoke the Spirit of that ancient God: Gloogle-di-blooks ---- that the Spirit of Gloogle-di-blooks may find Goldilocks and Little Red Riding Hood and buy them a G.I. Joe action figure and the sleigh from the movie Citizen Kane. Let us not forget Glubbity-Flubbs and Gloobity-Floops. We don't know who or what these Glubbity-Flubbs and Gloobity-Floops are or could be but we remember them anyway.
That is all for now.
Shalom.
Thursday, December 17, 2009
OF FRIENDSHIP
THE greatest thing a friendship can offer is someone of the same sex that does not secretly wish to marry you and raise an adopted child from Thailand with you.
And, perhaps, more importantly, the corollary is true: that is, that you yourself do not secretly or subconsciously - even unknowingly to yourself - harbor such wishes for your friend.
I can boast at least one such friendship in my life -- and to that friendship -- I dedicate this blog. To a fair-haired man whose nubile, supple, muscular and athletic form it never even once ocurred to me to sodomize.
My friend, whose name I will not mention -- while his friendships followed curves and twists along the space-time continuum unique to those of all other friendships as the rolling green hills and scenery of a long-distance train ride differ to the mile high sights of aviation or the rolling bulging tumbling of moving on the water.
To this friend, and to friendship in general, I dedicate this blog.
What is the blessed cherishing of long past days in faraway lands spent with a good friend, is it like the quivering wind that shakes the rain-soaked green leaves? I daresay, it is not - the great thing about friendship is knowing that your friend will not be trying to sodomize you during your sleep. Knowing that your friend will not poison your food so as to induce a short-term coma and then sodomize you during your sleep and then pretend he didn't sodomize you and say maybe it was something you ate when your arsehole is burning you.
That, friends, is friendship.
And, perhaps, more importantly, the corollary is true: that is, that you yourself do not secretly or subconsciously - even unknowingly to yourself - harbor such wishes for your friend.
I can boast at least one such friendship in my life -- and to that friendship -- I dedicate this blog. To a fair-haired man whose nubile, supple, muscular and athletic form it never even once ocurred to me to sodomize.
My friend, whose name I will not mention -- while his friendships followed curves and twists along the space-time continuum unique to those of all other friendships as the rolling green hills and scenery of a long-distance train ride differ to the mile high sights of aviation or the rolling bulging tumbling of moving on the water.
To this friend, and to friendship in general, I dedicate this blog.
What is the blessed cherishing of long past days in faraway lands spent with a good friend, is it like the quivering wind that shakes the rain-soaked green leaves? I daresay, it is not - the great thing about friendship is knowing that your friend will not be trying to sodomize you during your sleep. Knowing that your friend will not poison your food so as to induce a short-term coma and then sodomize you during your sleep and then pretend he didn't sodomize you and say maybe it was something you ate when your arsehole is burning you.
That, friends, is friendship.
OF CREATIVITY AND ACTION
IN THE AFFAIRS OF MEN it has generally been deemed good that men create and work. Where laziness and inertia prevails -- the slacker becomes a stinky-dog-dick.... where creativity fails to express itself the final no of the suicide bomber snuffs out 200 lives in iraq. Maybe that's all crap. Why should we bother to be healthy? Why should we bother to be nice to our neighbours? Everybody knows that the way to get ahead is to have a multicultural society drawing from the gene-pools of as many of the Earth's nation/tribes as possible and just to general be as industrialized as possible? Do we even need to accomodate for a plethora of different nations as done in Australia or America? No. Look at the French or the Norwegians or any of the well-to-do Europeans. There we see that every single monkey in the society can have his nice apartment and running water and be materially well off and hence be 'happy'.
How can we achieve this 'happiness' of the great rich western ideal? Must we be nice? No. Better to be a jerk and run over everybody so long as you bank as much money as possible per week.
Why listen to Beethoven's 5th symphony when you can listen to R&B crack addicted musicians in LA brainwashing your willing children to become sluts and mindless.
How far high can the concerning person raise him or herself in terms of cultural goodness and pure vibrations before being dragged back down by the lowest common denominator: a fat pizza eating --- TV sitcom watching bigot?
Nietzsche tells us that at some stage in the affairs of men an offshoot and an advancement of the current general kind of man found on Earth will come along and overwean the present kind of man in a kind of Darwinian evolution leading to a kind of Superman that will look back on the current humanity with scorn -- kind of the way Bill O'Reilly wants to see Afghanistan carpet bombed out of existence after the 9/11 attacks.
Witness the Vietnam war. Even today lakes and pools of water in Vietnam are contaminated with Agent Orange so that even now children may be born a hopeless, twisted parody of bodily form - Souls destined for a full lifetime of suffering and torment. Later we can watch Angelina Jolie crying about the poor war-torn unsave-able orphans of Africa and say, 'what a pity' and then go get our car washed and eat Burger King. Why did the Americans do nothing while the Nazis had their way in Europe? As Eddie Veder said: it's evolution baby.
Evolution is often cruel in it's funnel like way of channeling the mass towards the objected goal and those straggly vines and individuals such as those in Vietnam born today contaminated with Agent Orange are it's unfortunate victims -- along with the many losers that have already lost in Iraq. But truth be told: maybe Irak will be better off in a hundred years time for it.
The nice guy always finishes last they say.
Now let us turn around the question of human relations under the light again and view it from a different perspective. Starting from the principal that the man of today Afgahni or American or both - tough guy or pansy - brute or whatever he may be is essentially a turd. Let's be clear - we are all humans - we all poop: what we have here is not a failure to communicate - what we have here is a planet covered in 6 billion of feisty little nasty rodents.
We are supposed to want to go forward are we not? To find the way through the jungle? Did my ancestors in Spain who constitute my genetic coding -- did they start moping and crying when they failed to destroy England during the Spanish Armada -- or did they go and conquer goddam all of South America and Mexico and a lot of the Carribean and rape and conquer and kill and bring that gold and silver back to Spain which probably just ended up going somewhere else.
So now in this day and age of every monkey-man and his dog having an I-Pod. I ask you, reader, what is the way forward? When will the cleverness of our modern condition cease being cool bananas. When are we gonna learn how to fly like in manga cartoons without using a jet pack? When am I gonna be able to pulverize my enemy using my mind to controvert and twist sub-atomic particles hence by-passing the military-industrial complex and the combustion engine. In short: when will be able to unleash our full Godly - human potential - and get over this obsession with the five senses.
Know we all about sleep and her mysteries? If we aspire to be like Jesus if we proclaim ourselves to be Christians then where is our mastery over matter such as that Jesus demonstrated? Can you save an Agent Orange deformed kid by over-riding his current dna-physical reality and re-meshing a new lasting form the way Jesus could have done? You can't - so you're not really a Jesus person the way Jesus was a Jesus person. Dear reader, if you are a Christian, chances are it means you want to be part of the rich country club that allows for multi-ethnicity in it's make-up: at best.
How can we achieve this 'happiness' of the great rich western ideal? Must we be nice? No. Better to be a jerk and run over everybody so long as you bank as much money as possible per week.
Why listen to Beethoven's 5th symphony when you can listen to R&B crack addicted musicians in LA brainwashing your willing children to become sluts and mindless.
How far high can the concerning person raise him or herself in terms of cultural goodness and pure vibrations before being dragged back down by the lowest common denominator: a fat pizza eating --- TV sitcom watching bigot?
Nietzsche tells us that at some stage in the affairs of men an offshoot and an advancement of the current general kind of man found on Earth will come along and overwean the present kind of man in a kind of Darwinian evolution leading to a kind of Superman that will look back on the current humanity with scorn -- kind of the way Bill O'Reilly wants to see Afghanistan carpet bombed out of existence after the 9/11 attacks.
Witness the Vietnam war. Even today lakes and pools of water in Vietnam are contaminated with Agent Orange so that even now children may be born a hopeless, twisted parody of bodily form - Souls destined for a full lifetime of suffering and torment. Later we can watch Angelina Jolie crying about the poor war-torn unsave-able orphans of Africa and say, 'what a pity' and then go get our car washed and eat Burger King. Why did the Americans do nothing while the Nazis had their way in Europe? As Eddie Veder said: it's evolution baby.
Evolution is often cruel in it's funnel like way of channeling the mass towards the objected goal and those straggly vines and individuals such as those in Vietnam born today contaminated with Agent Orange are it's unfortunate victims -- along with the many losers that have already lost in Iraq. But truth be told: maybe Irak will be better off in a hundred years time for it.
The nice guy always finishes last they say.
Now let us turn around the question of human relations under the light again and view it from a different perspective. Starting from the principal that the man of today Afgahni or American or both - tough guy or pansy - brute or whatever he may be is essentially a turd. Let's be clear - we are all humans - we all poop: what we have here is not a failure to communicate - what we have here is a planet covered in 6 billion of feisty little nasty rodents.
We are supposed to want to go forward are we not? To find the way through the jungle? Did my ancestors in Spain who constitute my genetic coding -- did they start moping and crying when they failed to destroy England during the Spanish Armada -- or did they go and conquer goddam all of South America and Mexico and a lot of the Carribean and rape and conquer and kill and bring that gold and silver back to Spain which probably just ended up going somewhere else.
So now in this day and age of every monkey-man and his dog having an I-Pod. I ask you, reader, what is the way forward? When will the cleverness of our modern condition cease being cool bananas. When are we gonna learn how to fly like in manga cartoons without using a jet pack? When am I gonna be able to pulverize my enemy using my mind to controvert and twist sub-atomic particles hence by-passing the military-industrial complex and the combustion engine. In short: when will be able to unleash our full Godly - human potential - and get over this obsession with the five senses.
Know we all about sleep and her mysteries? If we aspire to be like Jesus if we proclaim ourselves to be Christians then where is our mastery over matter such as that Jesus demonstrated? Can you save an Agent Orange deformed kid by over-riding his current dna-physical reality and re-meshing a new lasting form the way Jesus could have done? You can't - so you're not really a Jesus person the way Jesus was a Jesus person. Dear reader, if you are a Christian, chances are it means you want to be part of the rich country club that allows for multi-ethnicity in it's make-up: at best.
WE THE SUB-PERSONALITIES OF THE UNITED STATES OF BENJAMIN ALVAREZ (MARTINEZ)'S MULTIPLE PERSONALITY DISORDER HEREBY DECLARE THE FOLLOWING:
WE THE SUB-PERSONALITIES OF THE UNITED STATES OF BENJAMIN ALVAREZ (MARTINEZ)'S MULTIPLE PERSONALITY DISORDER HEREBY DECLARE THE FOLLOWING:
THAT FOR THE TIME BEING WE AGREE TO THE CHARTERED COURSE OF ACTION TO BE A SYDNEY TAXI DRIVER NO LESS THAN 36 HOURS PER WEEK AND TO WORK AT THE KURDISH PIZZA DELIVER PLACE FOR 6 HOURS A WEEK AS IT STANDS ON MONDAY NIGHTS AND CONTINUE SAVING CASH CASH CASH CASH TO BE INVESTED AT 5.5% INTEREST ACCRUEL RATE.
SOME OF THE SUB-PERSONALITIES OF THE MULTIPLE PERSONALITY DISORDER ARE DESIROUS TO OVERTHROW THE TYRANNICAL ENGLISH REIGN AND ALSO TO BEGIN DOING REGULAR EXERCISE AS A MEANS TO BETTER HEALTH BUT THEY CAN JUST SHUT UP AND LIE DOWN AND SIT IN A CAR AND GENERALLY DO NO EXERCISE.
THAT FOR THE TIME BEING WE AGREE TO THE CHARTERED COURSE OF ACTION TO BE A SYDNEY TAXI DRIVER NO LESS THAN 36 HOURS PER WEEK AND TO WORK AT THE KURDISH PIZZA DELIVER PLACE FOR 6 HOURS A WEEK AS IT STANDS ON MONDAY NIGHTS AND CONTINUE SAVING CASH CASH CASH CASH TO BE INVESTED AT 5.5% INTEREST ACCRUEL RATE.
SOME OF THE SUB-PERSONALITIES OF THE MULTIPLE PERSONALITY DISORDER ARE DESIROUS TO OVERTHROW THE TYRANNICAL ENGLISH REIGN AND ALSO TO BEGIN DOING REGULAR EXERCISE AS A MEANS TO BETTER HEALTH BUT THEY CAN JUST SHUT UP AND LIE DOWN AND SIT IN A CAR AND GENERALLY DO NO EXERCISE.
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