Wednesday, December 26, 2007

Terrence McKenna: reclaim your mind

Where to go for 12.21.2012

I've been thinking about this for awhile, as have many others. IF December 21, 2012 is the end of time, as the Mayans predicted, and IF NASA and the world's religions and prophets are correct, then locating the proper place on Earth to experience this transition, if any, should be our No. 1 priority.

My first impression as to where to go for this thing was Key West. Why? Maybe for the atmosphere, Keno sandals, sand, surf, rum, Papa Hemingway, and Sloppy Joe's. Maybe because it's a straight shot down the coast to warmer weather, or the laid-back people who always seem unaffected by anything. The biggest reason might be avoidance of air travel at such an unknown time, making a trip to the Alps the wrong answer. I know a number of people who think Hawaii is the place to be for 2012, but I'm pretty sure an island isn't the best place to be IF our tectonic plates shift 180 degrees, causing tsunamis and earthquakes on a world-wide scale.

My attentions focused on the south-west US as a better place because of the great distance from oceans, lack of people, lots of high country, and the spirituality that seems to ooze from that place. What better place to be when the end of time gets here than where the Hopi plan to ride it out? I was reaffirmed after finding the Hopi prophecy I posted earlier. Like, "Hey man, you're on target now".

Then it came to me as I was driving over the mountains a few miles from here. Why go to high country 2,000 miles away when we have geological stability right here?

Lawrence Joseph, author of "Apocalypse 2012: A Scientific Investigation Into Civilization's End," says that Jerusalem, Angkor Wat, the Vatican and Mecca might be natural choices but, no, "of all the sacred sites in the world, none embodies the sacred Mayan values of service to humanity and Mother Earth like the town of Berea, Kentucky."

So, I began looking into Berea Kentucky. Seems like a nice college town filled with yuppies and greenies with a profound sense of recycling and a lively real estate boom, thanks to Larry's book. It's also in a DRY COUNTY. So much for Berea. I mean, if I plan to survive 2012, I sure as shit won't be doing it without plenty of alcohol at my fingertips! Besides, who ever heard of a college town without liquor stores, bars, and drunken college students? PREPOSTEROUS!

That's when I gave up the search and realized the best place to ride out the Apocalypse would be right here, where the liquor store, beer store, drug store, and grocery store are all in the same strip mall 2 miles away. It's not as high as the Rockies, but the Appalachians are high enough and geologically stable, with plenty of hardwood, fresh water and populated by survivalists who know how to mind their own business but can band together at a moment's notice. So what if the local cop shop doesn't open til 4pm? That's a good thing, cause we all have enough guns to take care of our own. I know all the roads and getting from point A to point B, bypassing the interstates using back roads would be a real advantage. This valley is pretty much anonymous, and this place is anonymous even for valley inhabitants, making it an excellent place to hole up for the possible nine-month nuclear winter.

Mass exodus from the cities, roving gangs of predator humans, and instant homelessness will be the biggest problems to overcome. Instituting martial law and bringing our troops home to maintain order sans habeus corpus won't be the best idea for anyone. but it IS a distinct possibility you and your family could be arrested and incarcerated in separate holding pens for no reason whatsoever.

It COULD happen. We just don't know, but you can bet the government has contingency plans and they'll institute them at a moments notice. Best you start stocking up on essentials like matches, food and water. Get some warm clothing and learn to forage. Those unable to cope will be the first to go, and that goes for all those SUV-driving pseudo-survivalists who think their Hummers will save their sorry asses. Money won't be worth much. It's intrinsic value will be reduced to zero and a can of beans will get you more than a thousand dollar bill so don't expect your bank account to bail you out, unless you convert it to precious metals or a useful commodity.

I can't speak for everyone, but I plan on sticking around to see how this thing turns out. How about you?

Monday, December 24, 2007

Hopi Prophecy--The Lost Star?

"You will hear of a dwelling-place in the heavens, above the earth, that shall fall with a great crash. It will appear as a blue star. Very soon after this, the ceremonies of the Hopi people will cease."

This is the entire quote.

White Feather, Bear Clan
"The Fourth World shall end soon, and the Fifth World will begin. This the elders everywhere know. The Signs over many years have been fulfilled, and so few are left.

"This is the First Sign: We were told of the coming of the white-skinned men, like Pahana, but not living like Pahana -- men who took the land that was not theirs and who struck their enemies with thunder. (Guns)

"This is the Second Sign: Our lands will see the coming of spinning wheels filled with voices. (Covered wagons)

"This is the Third Sign: A strange beast like a buffalo but with great long horns, will overrun the land in large numbers. (Longhorn cattle)

"This is the Fourth Sign: The land will be crossed by snakes of iron. (Railroad tracks)

"This is the Fifth Sign: The land shall be criss-crossed by a giant spider's web. (Power and telephone lines)

"This is the Sixth Sign: The land shall be criss-crossed with rivers of stone that make pictures in the sun. (Concrete roads and their mirage-producing effects.)

"This is the Seventh Sign: You will hear of the sea turning black, and many living things dying because of it. (Oil spills)

"This is the Eighth Sign: You will see many youth, who wear their hair long like our people, come and join the tribal nations, to learn our ways and wisdom. (Hippies)

"And this is the Ninth and Last Sign: You will hear of a dwelling-place in the heavens, above the earth, that shall fall with a great crash. It will appear as a blue star. Very soon after this, the ceremonies of the Hopi people will cease.

"These are the Signs that great destruction is here: The world shall rock to and fro. The white man will battle people in other lands -- those who possessed the first light of wisdom. There will be many columns of smoke and fire such as the white man has made in the deserts not far from here. Those who stay and live in the places of the Hopi shall be safe. Then there will be much to rebuild. And soon, very soon afterward, Pahana will return. He shall bring with him the dawn of the Fifth World. He shall plant the seeds of his wisdom in our hearts. Even now the seeds are being planted. These shall smooth the way to the Emergence into the Fifth World."

Thursday, December 20, 2007

ding fries are done

This is my first contribution to the holiday season... hopefully, the last.

a good beat. something to excrement to.

maybe I'm wrong

Maybe I'm wrong to believe humanity deserves to exist.
Maybe I'm wrong to believe the freedom fighters will stand up against an unbeatable foe.
Maybe I'm wrong to believe humanity has a place in the cosmos. God, there's so much against us. Even our own kind are chomping at the bit to exterminate us, and the rest of us are so totally ignorant of the executioners before us. What reason do we have to live besides our own will to live? I feel so despondent..... as if all we can do is show our mouse middle fingers in a last act of defiance to the raptor talons as they ravage us.
Maybe I'm wrong to believe humanity can survive what they have in store for us. We are considered cattle... consumers who will eventually be consumed by the providers, who will eventually consume themselves. But hey, it's just business. Dog eat dog and winner take all, only the winners will be underground, emerging when the time is right when the Earth is cleansed.
Maybe I'm wrong to believe humanity will shake loose the shackles of "life" and become non-corporeal in 4 years, because I see no other way out of this madness we brought upon ourselves.
Maybe I'm wrong to believe any more than a scant few of us can make the transition from this reality to the next, and that makes me sad and lonely.
Maybe I'm wrong to feel sad and lonely for a humanity that never existed in the first place.
Maybe I'm just wrong.

Saturday, December 15, 2007

mind control in my bedroom


I thought it was a good idea to place the orgone field pulser on the kitchen island directly under my bedroom, just to see what would happen.
For months I've had vivid, orgone-enhanced dreams from the TBs and HHGs in the sleeping chamber, and I thought if I ran the field pulser at 14Hz it would give a boost to the HHG I keep under the bed, resulting in even more dream enhancement. That night was totally dreamless for the first time since last summer. Restful, yes. Deep coma-like, healthy sleep, yes -- but not the kind that makes sleeping really interesting. It was more like a slice of death, rather than the limitless, astro-projected adventures I was used to.

This wasn't just me who had this experience. The first thing Mary said upon awakening was, "I didn't dream." Drag. Sure, I can see some wonderful benefits to this device such as deep sleep when your sick or injured and really need the healing high alpha can give, but for everyday use, I was rather disappointed. I love my dreams, and the last dream before waking always seems to be the instructional part that brings it all together. It's as if each night I'm being instructed on metaphysics or some such thing by placing me in an adventure surrounding a particular subject with a condensing at the end. I can't seem to control the subject matter, and it's as if each night there's a new lesson to be learned. A lot of it seems to be rather pointless, such as when the pronunciation of Frank Zappa's name changed from ZAH-pa to ZAP-pa. WTF on that!

I've also talked to other people who claimed to have the same kinds of dreams I had. Dreams involving people banding together to fight an invisible foe with an older mentor-scientist type of guy in the background sharing insight into metaphysical problems. Hmmmmmmm...... Not sure what it all means, but I feel to keep dreaming is the key to understanding. At least at night.

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

Saturday, December 01, 2007

Friday, November 30, 2007

Sunday, November 25, 2007

The Berwick Experiment

The consensus is in. The Halloween party, as mentioned briefly in a previous post, was totally excellent. The orgone-rich atmosphere affected everyone, and the TBs the guests took home as party favors stimulated quite a stir. As suggested, many of these people placed the TBs under their beds, on nightstands, or near unsuspecting sleeping people to study the reaction, if any. Many people thought these chunks of orgonite couldn't possibly work, but tried them anyway after they heard about the dreams some people had while being near them. One person who suffered from nightmares slept with a TB under his bed and the dreams stopped, while others reported increased dream activity of a sort that they never experienced before. Others claimed the increased energy levels made sleeping difficult and had to remove the TB from the room.
I find all this very interesting. These people all live in Berwick, a town noted for its far reaching negativity levels. Hey, I like all these people, but there's a vibe in that town that you can feel.
The town is full of predators and prey, and sometimes they can't tell the difference. The zoning board was replaced with a private company that combs the streets and carports looking for vehicles with expired tags and inspections, homeowners get nailed for not mowing their grass low enough, which results in heavy fines, and everyone's property taxes doubled as a result of local politicians spending more money then they had. The low-paying jobs suck and as a result, drug use is way up. Yeah, this place just keeps getting worse, with no end in sight.

I decided Berwick will be my next goal. With each visit I'll drop off a few orgone devices in the most negative areas and watch what happens.

In the meantime, if you happen to live in the Berwick area, get a hold of me and I'll gladly send you a TB free of charge.

Saturday, November 24, 2007

Monday, November 19, 2007

lobby free zones

I have a solution to the Earths problems.

Every time government makes a decision or passes a bill we all get screwed. Every... single... time. I can't think of one single bill that was passed in the last 20 years that stands up for individual rights or truths but only lines the pockets of corporations, their lobbyists and the political whores that pass them.

My solution is simple... Make lobbying illegal. Where is it written a politician can accept a suitcase full of money from some fat cat to vote a bill that only enriches the fat cat and everyone else has to pay for it? Try offering money to a cop next time he pulls you over for a minor violation. It's the same thing, only bribing a politician effects everyone where bribing a cop is just a deal between you and him... and more often than not you'll find yourself in the gray bar hotel if you try it.

My solution is simple. Since every time congress does something we all get screwed, don't let them do anything anymore. They can saunter in, hang out with the other dirt bags, have a few drinks and go home and watch TV. But please, for the sake of God, don't let them pass any more laws! We have way too many laws as it is and we can't stand any more. What we need is a law reversal committee, not more people making more laws. Where does it all end? When we have to consult the government on how many squares to use when you use the bathroom?

If the politicians want to keep their cinchy jobs, let them. It will be a great relief to the people to know their congress is watching the ball game rather than dreaming up new ways to make your money theirs.

Only two conditions... 1.Make Washington DC and every state capital lobby free zones. If a politician is seen with a lobbyist, Homeland Security should be alerted and the lobbyist should be arrested and the politician should be picked up by the scruff of the neck and seat of the pants and thrown down the capital steps as a warning to all. Clean out his office, put his stuff in cardboard boxes and set them in the street. And this goes for The White House, too. There's a lot of qualified people out there who can effectively hang out with congressmen, drinking and watching TV. We'll just get a replacement before the sun goes down.

2. Don't make any more laws or pass any more bills!

Where can you find a high paying job where you can screw up consistently and vote yourself a pay raise in the middle of the night? Not outside of congress. That's why these guys should just go with the flow and not get too greedy, otherwise, down the steps with these greedy bastards.

I. Ron Butterfly

Saturday, November 17, 2007

The NWO is here

When I talk to people about this kind of stuff I get two kinds of reactions. Half of them think I'm making it up and stare at me, open-mouthed, like I suddenly have lobsters crawling out of my ears. The other half smile and nod in approval, and share a few anecdotes or observations, happy to meet a brother revolutionary. And I'm very proud of that title, Goddammit.

200 years ago, we had King George's police state in this country, and free-thinking radicals rebelled, fought and died to established a system where anyone can do anything they wanted that wouldn't infringe upon another's rights, and kicked some serious redcoat ass.
Today we managed to lose our freedoms, little by little, trading freedom for security, until we have neither. This nanny police state where we expect Uncle Sam to hold our hands from cradle to grave, while the government and big business pick our pockets at the point of a gun, should be enough to make any real American vomit.

Your e-mails are being read, your phone calls are being listened to, you're being arrested and imprisoned without being charged, you're being told what to eat, what to drink, what to watch on tv just like the 2-year-olds you are. What you perceive as news is just bullshit, because the news media is owned by the same bastards who sell you oil and toothpaste and tax the shit out of you, and you'll never get the truth from Fox, CBS, NBC, or any of the other "news" organizations because they want you stupid, fat, and apathetic, so you can buy more shit you don't need and to control your worthless lives.

If you happen to be one of the people who smile and nod and understand we're heading for a real train wreck and want to do something about it before the plane crashes into the sky scraper, then let's get our asses in gear and do something about this, NOW.
To the rest of you who think life is just dandy and nothing's wrong... WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU ALL SLEEPWALKING? WAKE THE FUCK UP! NOW! Otherwise, I don't want anything to do with you losers. What are you on drugs? Stand up and be counted or just die.

If this is what an "Amerikan" is, I renounce my citizenship. And you can kiss my red, white and blue ass.


women through the ages

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

who rules the world?

Ever get the feeling you've been lied to your whole life? I don't mean discovering your parents lied to you about the Easter Bunny or finding out fluoride was not only bad for your teeth but was rat poison or that your parents were really brother and sister. I mean something so Earth shaking that it'll pulverize the bedrock of your whole belief system to the point it'll spin you in a completely different direction.

Ralph Ellis wrote a book called "Jesus, Last of the Pharaohs" where he claims Jesus was the son of Julius Caesar and Cleopatra and named Ptolemy XV, the last of the Ptolemic Pharaohs, or as Julius liked to call him, Caesarian, which means little Caesar. When Caesar was named god by the Roman senate, he was considered god to the whole world. Caesarian was also recognized as god in Egypt as the son of Cleopatra. She named him king of kings at the age of 13. When Julius got knifed by the senate, his son Octavian took control of Rome and ordered Caesarian dead. Cleopatra feared for the life of her first born son, and sent him to India with her most trusted servants, who became parent guardians to watch out for him. Could these servants be Mary and Joseph? For anonymity, his name was changed to Esau, which means son of Isis, and just happens to be the Egyptian name for Jesus.

In 1887 Nicolas Notovitch wrote a book called "The Unknown Life of Jesus Christ" which tells of his discovery of ancient scrolls that tell of a philosopher named Isa who arrived as a teenage boy from a small Mediterranean country to study the teachings of Buddha, five hundred years after Buddha died, which coincided with the lost years of Jesus.

Now here's the freaky part.

Mary Magdalene, or Cleopatra Selene, was the half sister of Jesus. She's also identified in the Bible as Mary Cleopus or Mary of Cleopatra.
The wedding Jesus and Mary Magdalene attended was actually their wedding, otherwise the Bible would have said something about their hosts. (I guess incest is best)
Since Jesus lost everything because of Octavian Caesar, he wanted to get it back so he had a plan to take over the Roman Empire, by starting a new religion and turn it into the Holy Roman Empire.

Since Jesus was well trained in ayurvedics and meditation and able to shut off pain, and since he had a foot pad on his cross to hold his weight, and since he was on the cross for only six hours before his friends got him down and immediately took care of his wounds with expensive healing oils and herbs, is it possible he survived his crucifixion and allowed his death and resurrection to go on as a way to solidify his new religion? Was this all part of the plan?

Now these people were far from poor. Mary Magdalene, or Cleopatra Selene, was wealthy, as were all of their friends. Their bloodlines were directly from Caesar, Cleopatra, Alexander, and the greatest nobility the world has ever seen. These were very rich people with a plan to take over the world.

And this bloodline traveled 2,000 years to Queen Elizabeth herself.
That's right. Elizabeth is the last Hebrew Pharaoh and ruler of the world with The Vatican as the religious head and Rothschild as world banker.

Hey, don't take my word for it. This stuff is out there if you dig for it.

Bullshit, you say? Well, just keep your eye on Prince William. Sure as God made little green apples he'll emerge as the world ruler in five years. That is, if we live that long.

Friday, November 09, 2007

Friday, November 02, 2007

black and white with shades of grey

I have a slight problem with the Adam and Eve story told in the bible. Taking this story as literal flies in the face of logic and reason. Adam came from dirt, Eve from Adams rib, they eat the fruit from the tree of knowledge and God gets pissed and sends them packing. They beget Cain and Able and the rest of the human race.
I tend to think this story is just as metaphor as the rest of the bible, with the truth buried in code.
Did Adam, Eve, Cain, and Able exist? Yes, sort of, in a metaphorical way.

Supposedly, the Garden of Eden existed about 10,000 yrs ago between the Tigress and Euphrates rivers, which is the time and place the Agricultural Revolution is believed to have started. Perhaps eating the fruit from the tree of knowledge is a metaphor for breaking away from the hunter-gathering lifestyle and conquering the land and all who inhabit it for a more plentiful food supply, which in turn, rapidly increased the human population, which required more land to feed, which allowed more people to be begotten, etc. until we have what we have now... A world full of humans spending their lives maintaining this culture in the form of working by the sweat of our brows from sun to sun in a never ending work ritual until the reading of the will.

The hunter-gatherer lifestyle seems a lot more relaxed. The majority of your time is spend hanging out, enjoying a life of leisure after hunting game and digging wild yams. A party every night by the fire telling stories of the hunt with your small but eco-friendly family.

The rapid expansion of the Agricultural Revolution meant the free land the hunter-gatherers used became private property for more crops to feed the growing multitude of agriculturists. Wars broke out and nomads died.

It seems to me the story of Cain and Able is a metaphor of this struggle as told by the hunter-gatherers.

Cain was a farmer, an agriculturist. His brother Able was a sheepherder. Both made a sacrifice to God but it was obvious God wasn't pleased with Cains offering so Cain slaughtered Able and sacrificed him.

The story seems more like a struggle between the agriculturists, who had this mindset of private land, food hording, eliminating competition, and killing off anything that got in their way of world domination and ownership and the hunter-gatherers who were perfectly content to maintain a small population and kill only what they can eat for a day. This story most likely originated from the Semitic herders who lived just south of the fertile crescent. The tillers of the soil(Cain) against the herders(Able) in what is now the northern Arabian Peninsula.

It's interesting to note, if the herders were Semites then, according to H.G. Wells "Outline of History", the agriculturists to the north were Caucasians. Perhaps the mark of Cain is white skin.

Kinda makes you wonder what side you're really on, doesn't it?

Sunday, October 28, 2007

Halloween '07


Mackes Aurelius Alrightus Caesar saw fit to grace The Annual Halloween Drunkards Fest this year. The weather was perfect, the guests were the best and the food and fluids flowed in abundance. A great time for all and the wonderful vibes were unmistakeably orgone enhanced. Multiple orgone devices were in place all around the property with an orgone field generator pumping high alpha waves from the garage to the party in the loft above and everyone got to take home their very own TB as a party favor. We had a fire out back, a dummy in the driveway and a rather diverse crowd who were just so cool. Even George Bush provided us with some good photo ops. Everyone knew a lot of people but no one knew everyone, which is just the way a great party should be. It made the place sing.

An interesting note... We discovered if you put your cell phone over the orgone field generator the signal strength goes up from 1 to 3 bars. Hmmmmmmmm.........

Friday, October 19, 2007

alpha pyramid


I built my first pyramid HHG yesterday and managed to try it out last night in the usual way... placing the finished project in my sleeping chamber. Since this device was intended as a household alpha orgone generator, I used a ring generator to charge the curing orgonite with high alpha waves.

I've been stuck on alpha waves for years now. I'm fascinated how alpha not only heals and repairs at the quantum level but these waves are also responsible for inspiration, manifestation of thoughts and desires into physical form, and just making things happen. This is the brain wave all those gurus and yogis were looking for when they go into deep meditation. It's also the brainwave that dominates when you sleep, which is the reason sleep is considered the best healer.

When I fired up the ring generator to charge the pyramid, it was my intention to implant a desire before leaving it run. I cupped my hands over the curing pyramid and my mind went completely empty. I was unable to generate a thought. The only thing that ran through my head was unintelligible, low-tone Buddhist chanting. (Weird stuff going on here) I figured Universe knows more than I do so I just imbued it with my emptiness and then climbed in my lounge chair in the driveway and watched the clouds... unable to do anything else for about 20 minutes. I realized the experiment was more than successful. I managed to go into a total alpha state, by feeding a small alpha signal through a mobius coil generated block of orgonite that magnified the signal and broadcast it with the help of a parabolic dish to the curing pyramid.
The question is, was the pyramid programmed with this alpha?

My waking dream this morning suggested I improve the cartridge howitzer I made earlier with a heavier orgonite base.

Hmmmmmmmmm.............

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

dreams

I woke up this morning, as I do every morning, with a head full of the previous nights dreams. Dreams about adventure, going places, discussing things, girls, odd animals, and anything else that may enter my alpha induced mind. One detail that has remained a constant for the last three months was orgone. Every night since July 19 I dream about orgonite, different ingredients for orgonite, twisting wire for mobius coils, the difference between a single knot mobius coil or a toroidal mobius coil, the best orgonite mixture for radionics, etc. It's been this way since I first put the HHG in the bedroom. I'm not complaining. The dreams are the best I've had in years. Always pleasant and full of surprising adventures with a combination of people I know and don't know that just happen to be on the same dream journey.

In the past I always had a cast of dream characters that would appear as extras such as people on the street or in a restaurant. These were the same dream people I had for years as those background characters filling a scene, as opposed to the principle subjects in the dream that I would interact with. I knew the faces of these dream people so well I could pick them out of a crowd in waking life.
In a way, they were like the extras you would see in all the old episodes of Star Trek, always rushing down the hallways or hanging in the rec room. I haven't seen these dream people for 3 months now. It's as if Kirk and Spock are out and Picard and Riker are in and a new cast of extras are hobnobbing in 10 Forward or lurching through the corridors.

A whole new flavor has entered these dreams. I can't quite describe it but it seems as though someone or something is trying to show me something my pitifully feeble brain is incapable of grasping, so I wake with only bits and pieces, as if my awake brain can't grasp the assimilation of such weird, but vital, information so it decodes this information to a metaphor I can better understand, like the golden ratio or puzzle pieces the size of storm windows.

I suppose it may be a good thing my Taurus moon keeps my feet firmly planted on the ground, otherwise I might be looking at all this in a totally different light and become one of those tinfoil hat wearing wackos with sackcloth and ashes, receiving messages from God to go barefoot from town to town denouncing the hypocrisies of our time.
Instead, I'm wearing my bathrobe as I ponder my own possible DNA mutation.

I'd like to point out that I'm not obsessed, at least not enough to dream about the same subject matter every night for 3 months straight. Every night orgone is a subplot running in the background and each night I learn something new. If I had a hobby building model airplanes or flying kites, for example, I don't think I would be so consistent in my dreams that I would dream of them every...single...night. In the past, when I began re-occurring dreams about work was when I realized I needed another job... A sure sign of job stress. Who wants to work double-time for straight pay?

No, this is something very different. Instead of stress I feel energized and imbued with foggy, but important information. It's as if I'm plugging into night school while I sleep, learning orgone theory and doing the lab work the next day by testing these theories or, at least, ponder their significance.

As I said earlier, it all started when I placed this HHG in my sleeping chamber.
Is it my own solitary mind constructing these dreams or am I tuning in to a frequency with the HHG as the amplified antenna?

Monday, October 08, 2007

Thursday, October 04, 2007

winter forcast

I've been looking for hornets nests all summer. The best way I can tell what kind of winter we'll have is to study the nest. A nest built high forecasts a lot of snow, and the opposite is true if you happen to find one at ground level, like I did a few years back when I accidentally stepped on one and got nailed on every tender pulse point of my body. Yeah, hornets get pretty temperamental this time of the year.

I found this nest on the edge of the north 40 about 9' up a spruce tree.
Last years hornets nest was in the eves of the third floor and we all remember last Valentines day, don't we? That was when most of the major highways in Pa turned into parking lots for 3 days until our esteemed govna called out the national guard to rescue stranded motorists and pull stuck trucks off the highway because he slashed PENN DOTs budget so he could funnel money to his pet projects in Philly. What an ass...


I can't decide if this nest looks like Gov. Rendell or a typical mugwump... Like, what's the diff?

This seasons weather prediction seems to be cold and mild with not much snow accumulation until early February. It'll be a good idea to keep your gas tank at least half full and carry extra blankets and candy bars. Rendell is still the gov and SEPTA still needs bailing out.

Wednesday, October 03, 2007

orgonite cartridges

I'm not exactly sure what to call it. On it's own it's a totally kick ass CB but zapping it with 15Hz makes it one hell of an SP. Fired up, you can feel the hum this succor puts out. What makes this unit so unique is the removable orgonite cartridge embedded with a 3" crystal.

One of the main problems I had with CBs was the lack of compression the pipe crystals had, creating a serious lack of piezoelectric activity, which drastically limited it's performance. If you embed the crystal in the matrix, it's there to stay as a permanent part of the piece. This design not only satisfies crystal compression but allows me to change cartridges at will. In a way, it's like having a computer that you can never upgrade compared to having a computer capable of handling unlimited upgrades without ever touching the motherboard.

I can't help thinking cartridges are the way to go but I still have try this thing out to see if I'm on the right track. We'll see what happens this weekend.

Sunday, September 30, 2007

Friday, September 21, 2007

devolution?

I stopped at Radio Shack today to pick up a few parts. I didn't want to stop there but, in many cases, they're the only place in town to get electronic items. It's more like a toy store with a few bins for spare parts in the back.

Never mind they didn't have any circuit boards or wire, but when I asked the kid who was waiting on me about diodes he gave me a blank stare and said, "I don't know anything about that stuff. Go to the Radio Shack by Walmart. They know all about that stuff".
Fine... This kid works in a store that sells electronics and he doesn't know what a resistor is. Who hires these people, anyway? So, I went to the Radio Shack near Walmart, where the guys are all smart about electrical stuff and asked to see an IC breadboard socket. They had two and both packages were open. No big deal. I asked if they were ok and one of the smart guys said, "I dunno". I said, then let me use your ohm meter and I'll check it out. He opened a drawer and even though it was sitting on top of everything, he started digging through it like it wasn't there. "There it is," I said. "That yellow thing." I took the instrument and set it for resistance, fired it up and the digital numbers started going through its paces like I woke it from a deep sleep. "Maybe it needs batteries" said one of the two electrically smart guys, as they stared while I checked conductivity. I'm starting to wonder just how dumb that other kid was to think these guys were so smart. When I was done I asked about diodes and the smarter of the two cheerfully guided me to the diode bin in the back of the store.
Ok, I'm a little rusty as far as electronics go and I completely forgot the resistance color code but I know when a diode has a cathode line it means something as far as polarity goes, so I asked Einstein. His reply...."I don't know anything about that stuff." Well, I figured it out by reading the back of the package and showed him how to answer another customer who might ask the same question. All I got was a slack-jawed stare and I could swear I saw neon green sub-atomic particles orbiting the genius kids head. I said, you don't know much about the stuff in this place, do ya? To which his reply was, "Not really, but I can debug and secure your network. That's what I went to school for."

Then it hit me.
Everyone knows how to push the buttons but no one knows what makes em go. Here we have a place called Radio Shack that used to be run by geeks who knew everything about electronics and then some, and now we have the very same store run by total fools who only know what they were taught in school and nothing more and none of them has ever been taught anything about electronics. Just warm bodies who aren't even interested in the nuts and bolts of the products they sell.

Ok, I'm just a regular guy trying to expand my knowledge base and reality tunnel by building a few gadgets and I can't find anyone who knows more about electronics than me and I forgot more than these guys will ever learn. And it's not just Radio Shack. It's everywhere! Go to any burger joint and talk with the jerks behind the counter. 7 out of 10 will tell you they don't like burgers and try asking for a half dozen Chicken McNuggets. They come in 4, 6, and 8. Not a half dozen.

We've become a service oriented nation and the service sucks because most people treat stupidity as if it were a virtue. You won't find any good electronic technicians because those that have the skills are working for large corporations or the government, not for themselves and certainly not for you. Ditto for all specialized jobs as well as the whole scientific community. Eventually, all specialized stores will disappear because it's not cost effective to keep in stock parts that no one buys because they don't know what to do with them, and the Radio Shacks will become just another toy store that sells the same crap you can find anywhere else, that is if they can stay in business. Try asking someone in Walmart a technical question about anything in any department. You'll just get the same vacuous look as if everyone there is working in someone else's department that day.

Example: Every town had a dozen shoe stores until Walmart came. After all the stores that measured your feet closed, Walmart decides to cut back on their shoe inventory because most styles and sizes don't sell. Now all you get are mall shoe stores that sell the same D width, regular crap that everyone else sells because there isn't a choice anymore, and the salespeople don't know anything about footwear for the same reason Radio Shack employees can't tell the difference between an LED and electrical tape.

The scientific community used to think the dinosaurs became extinct because of over-specialization. I tend to think the opposite is true of humans.

Tuesday, September 18, 2007

who needs a drill anyway?

So, what did cavemen do if they needed to twist wire for a mobius coil? They did what any semi-upright biped would do. They hooked the wire to a post and hand twisted it with a chop stick.
I swear I can feel this succor vibrate when I hold it.


Although the area around this house has had far less rain than anywhere else this year, the grass is green and lush and growing like crazy, but only in a 10 yard radius around this house. There are some areas of the yard I didn't mow for months. Only the lawn in the immediate vicinity of the house grows 8" in 5 days. I wonder if it has anything to do with all the orgone devices?

frustration mounts

Not serious frustration but frustration just the same.
I got everything together to build an SP. I got the wire for the mobius coil from the cat 5 wire I found in the garage and the frequency generator is complete. All I need to get started is my drill to twist up the wire to begin assembling the mobius coil.

I can't find my drill. I just used it the other day and now it's nowhere to be found. In my search I found my microscope, 3 rolls of electrical tape I gave up for lost last year, and a supply of checks I gave up for lost 3 years ago. I'll give myself a half hour to find it before I make a trip to the hardware store. I'm going to be irritated if I have to buy another drill only to find the old one in a few days, like my electrical tape.

Saturday, September 15, 2007

Friday, September 14, 2007

do I really have too much time on my hands?


Investigations into orgonite have begun to yield some interesting results. It's clear now that certain mediums, materials and designs are more effective than others. I found the clear plastic resin doesn't work nearly as well as the fiberglass resin, and smaller copper and aluminum pieces work much better than the slightly larger bits I used in the past. Also, copper coated steel BBs just don't seem to have the punch. It might have to do with their spherical form.

Trial and error, with myself and unknowing people as guinea pigs, provided my preliminary data.

My first conical shaped HHG was a mixture of medium-fine shavings of copper and aluminum in a fiberglass resin matrix with a single crystal, which I placed under my bed for 3 nights. I didn't tell my g/f, but she seemed to have the same effect I had, i.e. high energy levels and intense dreams. I had to stop this experiment after the third day because... you know how women are when they don't get enough sleep. I decided after that to reserve placement of HHGs under the bed for punishment reasons (not that I mind. I love the energy and dreams).

I used this same HHG on Mary's kid. She was staying here for awhile, and I get my guinea pigs where I can, so I placed the HHG on top of a bookshelf on the first floor directly under her bed on the 2nd floor. The results were dramatic. She reported 3 days of vivid dreams involving a crystal accompanied by high energy levels, which resulted in a cleaning frenzy.

I used this procedure with other shapes and densities with varying results, which at least proved to me I'm on the right track.

Last night I charged my cloudbuster with a rather large Herkimer diamond and a lemurian seed crystal to see what would happen. We were supposed to have rain all day today, starting this morning, but the sun is shining. You can see the front trying to move in, but it seems to dissipate within a mile of the house. The cloudbuster is made of the same material as the HHG, only much larger.

As soon as I'm convinced what has the most effect, I'll move on to bigger and better things other than dreams. Stay tuned.

Thursday, September 13, 2007

big feet, little feet

I was wondering about how the whole world seems to going green, as if it's a new trend or something. Like, PC on steroids. Carbon footprints and how to make them smaller for the salvation of mankind on Earth, the preservation of coastline villas and the North Pole seems to be the talk of the town.

Al Gore, the godhead of the climate change movement, has a monthly electric bill that surpasses most third world countries GNP, demonstrating he has a demonstrably large carbon footprint. Your average Aqualung, homeless, jobless, soup-kitchen-refugee, by comparison, has an extremely tiny carbon footprint.

At first glance, it seems Al is one of the greatest greenhouse gas emitters in this hemisphere, stomping around the world like a giant, carbon Godzilla, slashing and burning his message of a clean environment while his private jet alone pollutes more than 10,000 Hummers in need of a tune-up. But Al has Carbon Credits in his back pocket, which allows him to pay for the excess greenhouse gases he generates, and that makes things all right.

Carbon credits create a market for reducing greenhouse emissions by giving a monetary value to the cost of polluting the air. This means that carbon becomes a cost of business and is seen like other inputs such as raw materials or labor. In other words, buying carbon credits is exactly like buying indulgences in the 16th century.

As Johann Tetzel, a Dominican friar selling indulgences, by order of The Vatican, in the 16th century once said, as he set up his shop in the local church, "I have here the passports... to lead the human soul to the celestial joys of Paradise." The fees were dirt cheap and if you bought one of these passports (credits) you were guaranteed a fast-track trip to Heaven.

So, with carbon credits, you can reduce your carbon footprint to that of an Aqualung and be able to burn Styrofoam and tires in your back yard and still be welcomed in any lecture hall, touting the need to drive hybrid cars and stop smoking so that the insurance rates don't go up on the beachfront property of your friends.

I see a business opportunity here....

For a mere $1,000 I will sell you one carbon credit witch will grant you the ability to dump the human waste of a family of 4 in the nearest stream AND burn your surplus car tires in your back yard for one year. In return, I will get 6 human beings (provided by Jenny Craig) to walk treadmills to produce electricity which I will sell back to the local power company and invest in green technology, like windmills.

Or would you rather buy a seat at Gods right hand? Al? Anyone?

Monday, September 10, 2007

the internet must die!

Not if I can help it.

Sunday, September 09, 2007

Sunday, September 02, 2007

Saturday, September 01, 2007

press 1 for english

If this bill ever passes, I think I'll become a Mexican citizen.



Even though this bill wasn't passed, it shows what total assholes our representatives are for almost passing it. The Whitehouse was in full support of this bill, which doesn't surprise me in the slightest, considering GW and his staff hasn't done one, single, thing in their 2 terms that didn't include pissing on his countrymen and our constitution. He also said anyone not in favor of this amnesty bill is unpatriotic. Talk about Orwellian double-think... What surprises me is Obama and Hilary both voted for this bill, knowing they still have some constituent asses to kiss before they do their big run to the oval office. If this administration and this congress would have pulled this kind of crap 100 years ago they'd be dragged out of their offices and shot.

When did the American people lose their balls?

Wednesday, August 29, 2007

Is there nothing sacred?

If there's one thing I can't stand is yo momma jokes. How anyone can denigrate someone else's mother, that icon of womanhood, that beacon of care and compassion, that bastion of comfort and saintliness. It sickens me to hear such insults to the sanctified state of motherhood.

Here's 21 of them.


1. Yo momma's so fat she's on both sides of the family.
2. Yo momma's so fat the only thing attracted to her is gravity.
3. Yo momma's so fat she has to iron her pants in the driveway.
4. Yo momma's so fat when she bends over we lose an hour of daylight.
5. Yo momma's so fat when she bungee jumps she goes straight to hell.
6. Yo momma's so fat every time she walks in high heels she strikes oil.
7. Yo momma's so fat when she goes to the zoo elephants throw her peanuts.
8. Yo momma's so fat when she goes to an all you can eat buffet they have to install speed bumps.
9. Yo momma's so fat the National Weather Agency assigns names to her farts.
10. Yo momma's so fat she influences the tides.
11. Yo momma's so fat she has shock absorbers on her toilet seat.
12. Yo momma's so fat I had to ride a bus and 2 trains to get on her good side.
13. Yo momma's so fat she's got smaller fat women orbiting around her.
15. Yo momma's so fat her belt size is equator.
16. Yo momma's so fat even her clothes have stretch marks.
17. Yo momma's so stupid when she hears it's chilly outside she gets a bowl.
18. Yo momma's so stupid she took the Pepsi challenge and chose Jiff.
19. Yo momma's so ugly the beautician took 12 hrs... for a quote.
20. Yo momma's so stupid she put lipstick on her forehead to make up her mind.
21. Yo momma's so ugly Bigfoot took her picture.

Monday, August 27, 2007

fuckin off from the 17th century

"Leisure is the mother of Philosophy."

-Thomas Hobbes (1588-1679)

Friday, August 24, 2007

this explains a lot.

"There is a Law of Reversed Effort. The harder we try with the conscious will to do something, the less we shall succeed. Proficiency and the results of proficiency come only to those who have learned the paradoxical art of doing and not doing, or combining relaxation with activity, of letting go as a person in order that the immanent and transcendent Unknown Quantity may take hold. We cannot make ourselves understand; the most we can do is to foster a state of mind, in which understanding may come to us."

-Aldous Huxley (1894-1963)

Thursday, August 23, 2007

Sunday, August 19, 2007

just pissin around



For those of you who take your micturating seriously, check out the urinals in the Peninsula Hotel in Hong Kong.

After seeing urinal.net I made up my mind to install a urinal of my own.

f*cking off. all that's missing is u.

WARNING! THE FOLLOWING ARTICLE IS SPRINKLED WITH THE "F" WORD. IF THIS WORD OFFENDS YOU, MENTALLY SUBSTITUTE "SCREW" FOR THE "F" WORD AND YOU'LL BE OK.

When it comes to work, I tend to kick ass and get jobs done as fast as I can so I can have more free time at the end of the day for the important things. I used to think this was a sign of a good work ethic and it gave me a sense of pride that I was capable of performing difficult tasks by choreographing moves and cutting corners. I now realize the only reason I became so efficient at multi-tasking and preplanning was so I would have a larger block of time at the end of the day for the sole purpose of fucking off. I love my fuck-off time. It's my reason for living and my driving force as a human being. Admit it... we all fuck off at work. Some like to fuck off all day on a simple project that can be completed in an hour while some, like me, like to get it over and done with so it doesn't cut into fuck-off time at the end of the day.

In any given corporation you'll find the biggest fuck offs at the top of the food chain. These are the guys so practiced at multi-tasking, self discipline, efficiency, and getting other people to do their work that they appear to be the perfect corporate drones, capable of toiling 100 hours a week for the company's bottom line. The truth is, 90% of those 100 hours are spent talking with people on the phone, emailing friends, bullshitting, going on business trips with their golf clubs, doodling at their desks, and walking around with a clipboard filled with sketches of their new swimming pool complete with scantily clad girls. In general, fucking off.

Some people tend to lack imagination, so they fuck off when they can by talking and joking with other bottom feeders as they slowly and methodically plod along doing the simple tasks assigned to them by the slightly more imaginative company fuck-off bosses, who see this low gear work ethic as not only a company drain but cutting into their own fuck-off time and are systematically replaced by lower paid bottom feeder fuckoffs.

I realize this subject is too involved to fully examine in this format. I may have to put together a whole page just on fucking off. Stay tuned. I'll let you know when I'm done fuckin around with it.

Wednesday, August 15, 2007

Saturday, August 11, 2007

Wednesday, August 08, 2007

Tuesday, August 07, 2007

little feet prints

Greenhouse gases, carbon footprints, global warming, and the latest term, planet change, just to cover their bases, are the planetary buzzwords du jour. What a load of crap. It used to be funny listening to these tofu-eating, owl-worshiping, vegan whores of sensibility prattle on about the righteousness of Sheryl "Two-squares" Crow, Al "An inconvenient truth" Bore and the rest of their ilk about how people are responsible for the Earths problems and how not smoking and driving hybrid cars will save the planet.

I remember a local college prof who was on this bandwagon decades ago, when we were all sure it was global cooling, who not only talked the talk but walked the walk with a single light bulb in his small apartment for illumination, dressed in layers and gave up his car.

When Sheryl and Al decide to walk the walk and start carpooling is when I might consider the possibility of listening to them without laughing.

Monday, July 30, 2007

The story of O


I made some orgone blasters the other day. This time I used a teflon pan so I won't have to use a messy release agent. What fine little works of art!

The point in making these things is to transmute the dangerous orgone that exists almost everywhere in our lives, into positive orgone, making life more pleasent, healthy and harmonious... physically, mentally, and emotionally. Lofty goals but we all have to start somewhere and I decided to start here, where I live. I have one of these little biscuits under the seat of my car and I now love the drive to work. I wondered what would happen to my surly boss if I exposed him to some positive orgone energy, so I took a couple to work and unceremoniously placed a biscuit amongst the clutter under his desk.

By the second day I overheard two co-workers talking about the change in attitude the boss had lately. I asked them in what way and they said he seemed happy and was busy doing his own thing without micro-managing everyone and was saying funny things and seemed unaffected by his usual over-the-top stress. Usually he's low energy and has everyone doing everything the hard way while he tells them they're doing it wrong. Sure enough... I saw him moving things around and keeping himself busy and really enjoying himself.
It's amazing what a little covert energy zap can do.

(BTW, Mr. H, don't tell Mr. C. That'll ruin my scientific experiment and cut into my fuck-off time.)

Thursday, July 19, 2007

I'll show you the life of the mind!

As you may or may not know, I've been messing with orgone energy for some time now with projects like orgone blankets, orgone blasters, cloudbusters and my first project, the orgone accumulator that I keep in my garage, so I decided to build a holy hand grenade, or HHG.
Each project proved to me that orgone energy not only exists but it's effects can be dramatic, so working with orgonite seemed to be the most logical next step. The orgone blasters were basically crystals wrapped with a copper coil, embedded in fiberglass resin with shredded copper and aluminum, or orgonite. The idea is that orgonite attracts and accumulates orgone energy but transmutes the negative orgone (DOR) into positive orgone (POR). It's the positive orgone that is beneficial to life and DOR has the opposite effect. The orgone accumulator attracted both positive and negative orgone, and even though I live far enough from DOR sources, such as cell phone towers, I felt it best to concentrate on orgonite as a medium for it's purity.
The construction of this HHG was different from the blasters in that I used a cone shape and 5 crystals with a coil at the top of the cone surrounding the double pointed crystal. This design was to emit energy vertically rather than horizontally. Last night I put this HHG under my bed to see what happens when I sleep.
Well, last night I had some pretty incredible dreams about puzzle pieces shaped like window screens, the golden ratio, a background of cool fire, and a god-like voice yelling, "I'll show you the life of the mind!" over and over as the secrets of the universe danced about the tip of my brain. I woke up refreshed, and imbued with a new recipe for lasagna.

Friday, July 13, 2007

What happened to the heros?

Britain's World War II prime minister Winston Churchill has been cut from a list of key historical figures recommended for teaching in English secondary schools. The same is true for Adolf Hitler, Mahatma Gandhi, Joseph Stalin and Martin Luther King. I wonder why Britain would choose to cut the history of these people from the school curriculum. Then I heard about the Royal Canadian Mounties are under attack for "horribly broken" leadership. I can't speak for the Canadians but I always regarded the mounties as the acme, a group of perfect policemen who always get their man. Those red uniformed, jodpour wearing, horse riding, professional cop criminologists with cords around their necks attached to their sidearms, to insure no one ever gets their guns. True individuals who would go it alone in the harshest environments, armed only with a pistol, food rations for a day, and balls the size of coconuts to bring back alive the roughest, toughest, criminally psychotic, tyers of women to railroad tracks and sawmills the western world can muster. True individual heroes, matched only by The Texas Rangers as men capable of quelling mob violence. It only takes one Texas Ranger to suppress a major disturbance and only one Mountie to get his man.
What's the connection between dropping Churchill from the English curriculum and shoveling dirt on one of North Americas most highly regarded institutions?
I think it has to do with the systematic elimination of individual hero worship. Think about this... How many living heroes can you name? Even individual sports heroes are fading away. Gone are the Babe Ruth's, Shoeless Joe Jackson's, and Mohammad Alis. Gone are the Tom Payne's, George Patton's, and Albert Einsteins. What do we hear about sports heroes? They do excessive drugs, steroids, alcohol, abuse women, and gamble on sports and get thrown out of the Hall of Fame. Even the scientific community will discredit any reputable scientist who doesn't think within their very narrow box. We've moved from an individual hero worshiping society to a society that glorifies firemen, and only as a group, and that's only because of 9/11. It's the group that has replaced the individual and it's the group that takes credit for anything unless you happen to be in charge of Enron. The bad guys are individuals and the good guys are bureaucracies.
The Mounties have always been viewed as individuals, armed only with his wits, common sense, determination, and quiet, reserved machismo, on a mission to bring in the bad guy. The same goes for Churchill and hundreds of other when-the-going-gets-tough-the-tough-get-going individuals that we desperately need in our history books as figures we can look up to no matter how many quarts of whiskey they drink or Cuban cigars they smoke.

Now, sit down and draw up a list of all the heroes you can think of and ask yourself if these people will be gone from your children's history books.

Monday, July 09, 2007

My lucky day

Are you one of those people who refuse to pick up a penny unless it's heads up? I know a lot of people like this. They'll pick up a heads-up penny because it's good luck but won't touch a penny that's heads down. I think it's a regional thing. To the rest of the world a found penny is a good thing but only in this area of PA, mostly Schuylkill county and surrounding areas, is a found penny a good thing only half the time. It must be the sub-human inhabitants that live here. These are the progeny of that rugged coal mining stock from Eastern Europe who were too stupid to go west with the rest of the pioneers so they stayed in Schuylkill county, digging coal with their bare hands from deep underground like a race of cave trolls. And these specimens won't pick up a penny just because it's heads up... They distrust good fortune like it's an evil genie. Someone should remind these trogs how much a penny can buy at the company store. I tried once...

I was in front of the store when I looked down and saw a penny. I noticed a woman who also saw it and asked if she was going to pick it up. She asked if it was heads up. I said, you mean if it's heads up you'll pick it up because it's lucky? She replied, yes. I then asked her if a tails-up penny is bad luck, since she put so much stock in heads-up superstition. She didn't answer. Perhaps her genetically inferior brain was busy formulating an answer. I then proceeded to explain to her that the subconscious mind deals in absolutes. To your subconscious there is no difference between a penny and a million dollars. Money is money. Your subconscious interprets your refusal to bend down to pick up a penny, even if it's heads-down, as a refusal to so much as bend at the waist for a second for any amount of money. I then asked her if it was a tails-up half dollar would she pick it up. By this time she was either embarrassed by my exposing her stupid superstitions or was in the process of trying to generate a thought. At any rate, she just stood looking at me in silence. I then looked down at the penny and said, "It's tails up. Ya want it?" I was giving her a chance to show me she understood what I was saying all this time. I had hoped she would simply bend over, pick up the penny and just think about what I said but all she did was stand there like a mute retard. So, I picked up the penny, held it up in the air and said "It's my lucky day!"

Yeah, it WAS my lucky day but I wanted so much for it to be hers too.

Sunday, July 08, 2007

blues fest '07


Once again we made our pilgrimage to the annual Briggs Farm Blues Fest where thousands sat in the hot, summer Pa sun and quaffed copious amounts of intoxicating fluids. Heat strokes, mirages and general madness were rampant, but that's all part of the fun. It wasn't all bad. As I sat there feeling my life force ebbing with thousands of fellow sufferers I was reawakened and renewed by the smell of cigars and marijuanna wafting through the air. And there... in the middle of mayhem and chaos was St. Phred, the patron saint of imbibation, who was canonized for teaching the lepers to sing. He looked me straight in the eye and said a pearl of wisdom so profound it drained the lymph from my glands. He said, "looks like you need some rum, bud." I was imbued and imbibed.

Sunday, July 01, 2007

9 seconds of fame, almost

So, Mary and I stopped for gas on our way to Wilkes Barre. The object was to get supplies for cloud busters, orgone blasters and holy hand grenades to disrupt the New World Order plan for global takeover by neutralizing DORs from cell phone towers and chemtrails.



Anyway, this reporter for channel 16 asked me what my opinion was on the proposed bill to put toll booths on I-80. I gave him a 10 minute tirade about how our esteemed state politicians don't have to drive around here because if they did they wouldn't think of charging motorists to use highways that are always closed in the warm weather for repairs and always closed in cold weather because PENDOT won't get their lazy asses in the snow plows after sundown because Emperor Rendell fired hundreds of PEN DOT workers and slashed their budget to funnel money to his pet projects in Philly, like mass transit and how Rendell and his girlfriend should be dragged out of the governors mansion and hanged by their heels at the nearest gas station just like they did with Il Duce and if the state needs money so bad that they have to spend a small fortune to install toll booths at every exit to further burdon the taxpayers with even more costs and congress can vote themselves the largest pay raise in history at 2am then those bastards need a little vigilante justice from citizenry. We'll show those homo bedwetters The Patriot Act when we drag their sorry asses out at the sharp end of a pitchfork as we put em all up against the wall, muthafuckas.

After all that the guy next to me got 9 seconds of sound bite and Homeland Security detained me for 8 hours, strip-searched me and froze my assets off. Whatever happened to free speech?


Saturday, June 30, 2007

something to think about.

Mary sent me this. I knew there was a reason I hated that fat fuck Cheney.

Sunday, June 10, 2007

giuliani for 9/11



Hey Rudy, if you love 9/11 so much why don't you marry it?
On second thought, you'd just divorce it in a couple years.

Here's more.

Thursday, June 07, 2007

is ron paul for real?

When I turned voting age I took a blood oath to never vote republican for president.
After looking into Ron Paul I decided to switch to republican just so I can vote for this man in the primaries. Never have I heard a politician so eloquently speak what's in my own head. And this guy is a republican! It's Alice down the rabbit hole... black is white and up is down. No wonder all the other candidates don't want to debate him. He makes them all look like used car salesmen politicians... which they are.

You go Ron. We'll see ya in The White House.

Tuesday, May 29, 2007

little ol' lady vs. car

I wonder what was in that hand bag?

Tuesday, May 22, 2007

Tuesday, April 24, 2007

Dec. 21, 2012

2012 has been on my mind lately and the more I look into it the more I'm totally blown away by it. It seems the Mayans and the Vedics, who lived worlds apart, determined thousands of years ago the cycle of man as we know it will be over in 2012. The greenies will try to tell you it's because of greenhouse gases and global warming. The Christians will say it's Armageddon. The conspiracy theorists will say it's the new world order. Vedic philosophy believes 2012 is the time where nothing is separated from ALL and a spiritually aware human will emerge. Even the scientific community is looking into 2012. It seems by 2012 our solar system will line up with the galaxy in such a way that hasn't happened since something like 26,000 BC, around the time of the sinking of Atlantis. The planetary line-up will all be pointed toward the center of the galaxy. Earth will be the only planet in our solar system on the other side. At this time our sun will produce intense solar flares not seen for over 50 yrs. All these magnetic and gravitational occurrences will happen at once and God only knows what will happen, but whatever happens it's gonna be big. So big our tiny little brains can't possibly imagine. One thing our scientific community seems to believe is Earth will reverse polarity and start spinning in the other direction. We'll see the sun rise in the west, that is if we're still here.

All the more reason to be somewhere wonderful to experience this once-in-a-thousand-lifetimes occurrence. I suggest you meet us at Sloppy Joe's in Key West at December 20, 2012. If nothing happens you'll have a very cool memory of the greatest party in history. If the world ends at least you get to go out with some very cool, like-minded friends as we all watch the sunrise with the beverage of our choice.

I wonder if 20,000 years from now there will be mythology about the sinking of a great continent inhabited by beings that flew the skies and traveled under the seas in metal fish, who built huge towers to be closer to their gods, who had special caves with golden arches where food would magically appear, who harnessed the powers of the sun and invented the first wheel.

"What happened to these wonderful people, oh great one?" "My child, they transformed into spiritual, non-corporeal entities and became the twinkling lights in the night sky."

Wednesday, April 11, 2007

A Dream Short-Circuited

Meyerson is editor-at-large of American Prospect and the L.A. Weekly
Meyerson Special to The Washington Post

WASHINGTON -- On March 28, Circuit City announced that it was laying off 3,400 of its salesclerks. Not because they had poor
performance records, mind you: Their performance was utterly beside the point. They were shown the door, said the chain,
simply because they were the highest-salaried salesclerks that Circuit City employed.
Their positions were not eliminated. Rather, the store announced that it would hire their replacements at the normal starting
salary.
One can only imagine the effect of Circuit City's announcement on the morale of the workers who didn't get fired. The
remaining salesclerks can only conclude: Do a good job, get promoted and you're outta here.
It was, in short, just a normal day in contemporary American capitalism.
Over at Wal-Mart, the employer that increasingly sets the labor standards for millions of our compatriots, wage caps have
been set for certain jobs, and many longtime employees are now required to work weekends and nights in the hope that
they'll quit. A memo prepared by a Wal-Mart executive in 2005 for the company's board noted that "the cost of an associate
with 7 years of tenure is almost 55 percent more than the cost of an associate with 1 year of tenure, yet there is no difference
in his or her productivity." (That, of course, is because Wal-Mart does nothing to raise its employees' skills lest it have to raise
their wages.) Coincidentally, in the same week that Circuit City axed its clerks, an analysis of Internal Revenue Service data
from 2005 that became available showed that the bottom 90 percent of Americans made less money that year than they had
in 2004. According to a study by economists Emmanuel Saez of the University of California at Berkeley and Thomas Piketty of
the Paris School of Economics, total reported income in the United States increased by 9 percent in 2005 over 2004. All of that
increase, however, went to the wealthiest 10 percent of Americans, and the wealthiest 1 percent experienced an increase of
14 percent. Among the remaining 90 percent, income actually decreased by 0.6 percent.
And 2005, let us remember, wasn't a year of economic downturn. The American economy was humming along. It was only
the American people who weren't doing very well.
What all this amounts to is a triumph of corporate and financial power, and of the conservative economics that shores it up.
Once upon a time, American prosperity actually benefited Americans. From 1947 through 1973, U.S. productivity rose by 104
percent, and median family income rose by an identical 104 percent. Those were also the only years of real union power in
the United States, years in which one-quarter of the workforce, and in some years one-third, was unionized. Apparently, this
level of worker power and mass prosperity proved intolerable to our financial elite and their political flunkies.
Since the '70s, American business has generally done its damnedest to keep its workers down. Employers routinely opted
to pay the negligible penalties for violating the National Labor Relations Act rather than permit their employees to join unions.
In 1969, according the National Labor Relations Board, the number of employees who'd suffered illegal retaliation for
exercising their right to join or maintain a union was just over 6,000; by 2005, that number had risen to 31,358. According to a
study out this January from the Center for Economic and Policy Research, fully one in five activists on unionization campaigns
are illegally fired. And as worker power declines, so do living standards. Secure retirement pensions are history;
employer-provided health benefits are going fast.
To all of this, conservatives offer no remedy whatsoever save to make things worse. Employer-provided pensions
collapsing? Let's gut Social Security, too. Health insurance tottering? By all means, let's preserve our private, for-profit system,
which currently fails to cover 47 million of our fellow Americans. Income increases going only to the rich? Let's switch to a flat
tax (Rudy Giuliani's most recent brainstorm), which further shifts the tax burden from the upwardly mobile rich to the
downwardly mobile everyone else.
And restoring the right of workers to join unions, which is the key to rebuilding a vibrant middle class? There's a clear way to
do that. Next week, the Senate will take up the Employee Free Choice Act, which the House has already passed. By
compelling employers to recognize unions if a majority of their workers sign affiliation cards, the legislation would bring a
modicum of balance to workplace relations and to the American economy as well.
Business, the president and the Republican leadership are fighting the measure with everything they have.
What they don't have, however, is their own theory of how to regain mass prosperity. How could they? Mass prosperity is
precisely what they've labored mightily, and successfully, to destroy.

Sunday, April 08, 2007

Beezin hell

Drones can fly away
Even worker bees can leave
The queen is their slave

Saturday, March 31, 2007

Love is in the air

It was a spring day like every other. Cool morning, limited sunshine, and me in the throws of spring fever. In short, a blah day. Then I got this in my mail and laughed my ass off.
Thanks Rita. You happily give predictable a bloody nose.

Friday, March 30, 2007

rappin rove

Watching this is like watching your parents disco dancing in front of your friends.
How embarrassing. To think this man is the man behind the prez. Oh, the humanity... It's like this unwilling, voyeuristic glimpse into the abyss. You can't take your eyes off this, but it hurts.

This is like watching your grandparents have sex.

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

rage against the machine

To a coffee drinker, life is nonexistent when you wake up to a dead coffee machine. Life gets fucked up when you can't have your morning coffee. You start off with 2 left feet, one eye and half a brain. As Bob Richards says, what a way to start the day. It only takes a couple hours before the caffeine deprived headaches begin and it's downhill from there.
The point is, I want my caffeine now, the way I want it, ie, to taste good and give me a decent rush of adrenaline to propel me through the days events.
That didn't happen this morning. Mr. Fuckin Coffee took a dump right on my coffee nook before the first cup of cold sludge came oozing out. By nine o'clock I not only realized I forgot my socks but my shoes were on the wrong feet and my underwear was on the outside. How embarrassing. Does this ever happen to you?

I saw the light was on in Mr. Coffee but obviously, no one was home. I begged and pleaded with this infernal machine to do something. Please, just one cup. Comeonnnnnnn.......
JUST ONE FUCKIN CUP, DAMN YOU! I Knew it was hopeless. Pleading with a coffee maker is below pity. I then looked it straight in the carafe and said, "Look. Work properly or you will end up in the meadow with the rest of your planned obsolescing ilk."

After work I went out and got myself a brand new Hamilton Beech carafe-free coffee machine. What a cool piece of machinery! And what a great buzz! What a fuckin great buzz, pardon my french. What was I thinking, buying all those carafe-leaking, coffee-dribbling, essence-leaking pieces of Mr. Fuckin Coffee crap. I, too, was sucked into thinking I needed the originator of easy coffee making machines to make my life more pleasently easy. I admit, I was wrong. Mr. Coffee sucks. All their carafes leak, the coffee leaks out of the bottom, it tastes like shit, and they live on Joltin Joe's commercials, and he's been dead for years.

The bottom line is, all things manufactured now days is shit and will all end up in a landfill within a few years of purchase.

That's why I decided to have a party at my place as soon as it gets warm. Bring your coffee makers that took a dump, as well as other appliances that no longer serve your best interests, such as VCR's, cell phones, electric toothbrushes, computer monitors, electric shavers, alarm clocks, DVD players, computers... you get the picture.
Bring em all and we'll let you rage against the machines with your weapon of choice. You have your choice of calibres, shotgun gauges, black powder, thermite. Yes, we'll have thermite and we'll blow the shit out of all this stuff.

AND YOU WILL LIKE IT!

To be announced. Be there.

Monday, March 12, 2007

The Big Lebowski in 5 seconds

The title says it all.

Saturday, March 10, 2007

Friday, March 09, 2007

The Presidential Lottery

There's talk of getting a new U.S. president soon. Hilary is getting ready to make a fool of herself and every other potential candidate is chomping at the bit. All will say they are the best for the country, they represent your interests, and you should vote for them in November. This next presidential election will be a colorfully, monochromatic one for sure. Obama is white on the inside and black on the outside and Hilary is white on the outside and black on the inside. Giuliani, Richardson, Edwards, McCain, Romney, Biden........It's so confusing. It's selling toothpaste. Crest? Pepsodent? Preparation H?

First of all, anyone who wants to be president so bad that they'd kiss a million unwashed asses, live on a bus for a year, spend a fortune prostituting themselves to the highest bidder, and pretend they enjoy dropping their pants and exposing their genetically deformed, disease-ridden testicles to this endless ocean of slack-jawed voting rabble, like some demented used care salesman on an evangelistic, bad acid trip road show, is exactly the person you DON'T want in that position. The end result isn't getting the best man for the job but getting the lesser of two evils. We no longer vote for the best candidate but to keep that other waste of semen out. Ya call that democracy?

I have a better idea.

Let's do away with this system and start up a presidential lottery. Each district draws a slip of paper representing every voter in that district. One paper has a black dot on it. That's the candidate. All the districts then submit their black dots for the state drawing, where a state champion is chosen. On election night they can have all 50 state lottery winners assembled in one place for the presidential lottery, where one person is filtered from the whole country to represent the nation as The President.

Hilary and Obama will co-host the show. They can have witty banter like, "Obama, you misinformed negro" and "Hilary, you ignorant slut." They can have awe-inspiring acts like the Osmond and Brady Bunch Jello wrestling extravaganza and Billy Greenbush could sing God Bless America while all the living former presidents can take turns doing stand up comedy. Networks will scramble for this. The ad revenue alone will be enough to balance the budget. A 50 share rating, at least.

Of course, at each step the winner could always step down and allow a re-drawing, allowing someone else to take his place for the district or state. No one's going to force you to be president. After all, this a democracy of the people, by the people and for the people... or did I get that part wrong on my history test?

Isn't that what democracy is in it's purist form? Isn't democracy what we sell to the world as the best system on Earth? Isn't it about time we walk the walk instead of getting the same career politicians, election after election, doing the same insane things in the same insane way expecting different insane results with nothing to show for the effort but higher taxes, longer work hours, less pay, and more governmental intrusion?

Before you completely put this idea down maybe you should think back to all the insane ideas our past presidents came up with and how you said if you were in that position you'd do things differently. Well, here's your chance.

Monday, March 05, 2007

If this were anyone else I'd be concerned


'Well, what?' I said, smecking. 'Are you not satisfied with beating me near to death and having me spat upon and making me confess to crimes for hours on end and then shoving me among bezoomies and vonny perverts in that grahzny cell? Have you some new torture for me, you bratchny?'
It'll be your own torture,' he said, serious. 'I hope it tortures you to madness.'
And then, before he told me, I knew what it was. The old ptitsa who had all the kots and koshkas had passed on to a better world in one of the city hospitals. I'd cracked her a bit too hard, like.

Monday, February 26, 2007

just a gastronomic thought

I like to cook. Not just to make something to shove down my throat to refuel but the creative act of selecting ingredients, chopping onions, cutting meat with a razor sharp cleaver, and selecting spices to satisfy not only a basic, primal, urge of survival but a specific chemical need my body is relaying to my brain in the form of appetite communication. I've always believed a picky eater is an underachiever but more importantly, if you eat something you like that you never had before you'll live a hundred days longer. My goal is to live forever and if I try something different every 99 days and like it I'm ahead of the game.

As I was preparing a gulyas the other day, I realized two things.

1. I'm a godam good cook.
2. Smokers make better cooks.


First of all, I don't measure anything. A pinch of this, a handful of that, dump in some of this, taste and adjust. In the case of the gulyas I started with a bunch of chopped onions, clarified and slightly blackened in olive oil, A bottom round roast cut in 1/2" cubes, washed and salted and dumped in the pot with caraway seeds, a bunch of hot paprika and a couple handfuls of sweet paprika, and water to cover after it browns. By the time it was ready for the spuds, the gulyas was developing a truly spectacular flavor. Then it dawned on me... If a non-smokin' me were to make this stuff it wouldn't have near the flavor it has now. See, nicotine reduces the sense of taste so non-smokers don't require as much flavor. It's been said you can pour a pint of Irish whisky in one end of Loch Ness and a non-smoker can taste it at the other end. Is that the kind of person you want to flavor your food? Someone who can taste .0003 parts per million? Or would you rather have a gastronomic experience prepared by someone who compensates for a diminished sense of taste by creating a fully balanced, sumptuous flavor that would make a Hungarian cry?

This explains why nuvo cuisine, wheat grass, and sawdust is so tasty to all those people who want a non smoking world.

I hear Julia Child used to smoke cigars with Paul Prudhomme. Is that true?

Say it ain't so, Joe

I was just researching Joe Papp's noble gas plasma engine and I can't for the life of me understand why I didn't know about this stuff before. I looked into room temperature nuclear fusion, hydrogen power engines, orgone, vegetable oil diesel engines, Joe Neuman's energy machine, the 60' drinking bird, and tons of other lesser-known contrivances doomed to the mists of forgotten perpetual motion antiquity but this noble gas plasma engine is, for lack of a better term, the tits.

Here you have Joe Papp, a pilot and microfiche technician who escaped to Canada in 1957 during the Hungarian revolution with plans for a revolutionary engine given to him by a scientist rather than letting it fall into the hands of the Soviets. Joe was no scientist but in 1966 managed to build a submarine and supposedly traveled under the Atlantic and was found bloody and battered on a life raft off the coast of France, 13 hrs after he left the North American coast. The sub was lost at sea, never to be found, and Joe was looked at as a stunt making jerk. Some 20 years later he developed and built a car engine. This engine is a multi-cylinder piston and crank design like today's car engines, but each cylinder is sealed with a charge of helium, neon, argon, krypton, and xenon. It has no intake or exhaust ports, nor even a radiator. Its outside temperature was about 140 degrees F and generated no pollutants, not even CO2. It was totally clean and could run for an estimated 10,000 hrs for about $1.00 worth of fuel in the form of inert gas. The engine could run smoothly down to 100 rpm and developed hundreds of horsepower at only 1000 rpm and had torque in the hundreds of foot pounds.

Imagine an engine that could run for 10 years with no fuel, no emissions, no cooling system, no heat, no exhaust, very little maintenance, only one moving part, and a fraction of the cost of a conventional engine.

This isn't just another cold fusion fantasy. Joe Papp managed to get 3 patents that could realistically transform the world as we know it.

* "Method and Means for Generating Explosive Forces," applied for on November 1, 1968, granted as U.S. #3,680,431, August 1, 1972, assigned to Environetics, Inc. of Gardena, California; Papp declares the general nature of the noble gas mixture necessary to produce explosive release of energy. He also suggests several of the triggering sources that may be involved. There is little doubt that Papp is not offering full disclosure here, but there is no doubt that others who have examined this patent and followed its outline have already been able to obtain explosive detonations in noble gases. Caution: Anyone who undertakes to try to duplicate this process must be very careful about safety issues.

* "Method and Means of Converting Atomic Energy into Utilizable Kinetic Energy," applied for on October 31, 1968, granted as U.S. #3,670,494, June 20, 1972, and assigned to Environetics, Inc.

* "Inert Gas Fuel, Fuel Preparation Apparatus and System for Extracting Useful Work from the Fuel," applied for September 4, 1980, granted as U.S. #4,428,193, January 31, 1984, and assigned to Papp International, Inc. of Lincoln, Nebraska. This is a very lengthy patent, filled with many insights about how his sealed, non-cooled engine process may have worked.


Unfortunately, Joe Papp was a paranoid asshole who was in constant fear that someone wanted to steal his invention so he chose to destroy his research shortly before his death.
What loss to humanity. If not for greed, scientist egos, and neutralization from the powers that be, we might be enjoying free energy in every form without being chained to Mobil/Exxon's gas pumps or our local power grid.

We can't expect GM to market this technology. They'd rather cut their own throats. The government? Fugetaboutit. And in today's climate of constantly chasing the dollar, it looks like the individual will have to develop this himself... and probably sell out to the highest bidder.
Is it any wonder we still use fossil fuels?

It seems to me the only way to get this technology out and to keep it in the hands of the people is to give it away and don't expect a profit. We're already stuck on this monetary merry-go-round with bleak prosperity, higher heating bills, and smaller cell phones to look forward to.

Wouldn't you rather have a total electric home, never have to buy fuel, and have a check from the electric company every month? Or would you rather be a mule?