Tuesday, December 30, 2008

bread

Every holiday has its foods. Thanksgiving has turkey, Easter has kielbasi and ham, the 4th of July has hot dogs and beer, and New Year's has pork and sauerkraut.

Ok, so pork and sauerkraut isn't a worldwide favorite, but I've managed to consume it every New Year's, except for that time I was stuck in Arkansas for the holidays and had to settle for black-eyed peas.

At any rate, New Year's Eve is tomorrow night, and I wanted to make something to go with the free-range pork and homemade sauerkraut, so I made a loaf of seeded-rye bread with a pyramid on top.

A pyramid seems to be apropos. After all, the FDA has a food pyramid. So does AOL, the dollar bill, and the guys who build the sphinx but that wasn't why I carved it. I did it cause 3 is such a cool number, that's why.

Just to add a little life force, I'm letting it cool over the orgone field generator. Let's see what happens when the guests consume that while pondering 2009.

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

something I found in big lots

Yeah, I know it's lame but for some reason this seems to encapsulate the holiday season this year.

I guess this is about as spiritual as it gets for xmas eve '08. Let's see what the spirits bring us this year.

Sunday, December 14, 2008

Lost footage of the JFK Assassination

This never-before seen video of the assassination revealed in an unfiled dossier discovered by the Dept. of Defense could forever change the course of American history.

Thanks NotoriousPimp24

Saturday, December 13, 2008

just water

I brought the orgone field generator in the house the other night because I wanted to work on some things in the comfort of a controlled environment.
As soon as I set it up I got the idea of charging some water by letting it sit on the top rack. The idea is, if this field generator can produce such profound positive attitudes on people, why not charge some water and see what happens.

I set a couple containers of water on the top rack with 15Hz pumping through the device for about 12 hours or so. The larger container is for plants. The smaller one is for me.

Now, the water in this place comes from a well and the taste is pretty good, compared to water I've had in this area. This charged water had, for lack of a better term, a sour taste to it. I can't account for why the taste changed, other than sitting in the orgone field for half a day, but something certainly altered the flavor which proves something happened.

The best way I can determine if this change is positive or not is to drink it for a few days and see what happens.

After all, it's just water, isn't it?

I'll keep ya posted.

Tuesday, December 09, 2008

Thursday, December 04, 2008

It's like Greek to me

Tom and Tyler were kind enough to bring me some white oak logs but... DAMN!

I managed to cut and split the smallest log and damn near split a gut. What the hell am I going to do with the rest of this stuff? It's easy if you have the equipment, but how do you manage this kind of mass if all you have is a few hand tools and a basic idea of a classical education?


This got me thinking about this valley before it was farm land, when ancient trees dominated the landscape and their massive canopies blocked out the sun. Those old guys knocked down all those trees, pulled out the roots, moved out the boulders and big stones, and planted crops all with simple hand tools and a few mules. It wasn't that people back then were that much stronger, but I believe they were heads and shoulders above us in smarts.

So, a couple hundred years ago men were stronger and smarter than we are now. Back then, an eighth grade education was equivalent to a masters degree, everyone built their own house with their own hands, and children chopped trees into firewood because it was an easy chore. The nanny state took over critical thinking and, at this rate, humanity will have an average I.Q. of 86 with the physical strength of a little girl within a few generations. That prognosis doesn't sit well with me.

How did we get to this point? I suppose we could start with government taking over our educational system, removing the classics from school curriculums, supplementing useless classes like black literature, black history, new math, whole language, ebonics, and eliminating the tried and true methods of phonics and classical history, resulting in a dumbed-down version of high school and college grads who can barely read, let alone figure out how to do something without being led by the hand with every detail explained with pictures.

Add to that daily doses of fluoride, insipid TV shows, PC, a retarded congress, an autistic president, and the international banking elite who want ALL your money. It's a good thing Big Pharma is there to supply us with all the sanctioned drugs we need cause this shit depresses the hell out of me.
But I digress...

What you see here is my latest project, with a simple lawn chair to show relative proportion.

It's my intention to use Archimedean principles to cut, split, and stack all this wood using only a chainsaw and a few simple hand tools.

If a Greek can do it, I can do it.

Friday, November 28, 2008

what's for dinner?

I marinated the turkey the night before in onion soup and dry vermouth and made the stuffing with hot Italian sausage, applesauce, caramelized onions, celery, toasted bread, some black olives, spices, my three peppers and file powder.

The rest of the fare consisted of orange glazed yams, string bean casserole, raisin bread, rye bread, a gallon of rum, assorted wines, a bucket of gravy, and a cubic yard of mashed spuds. Julie and Nicole brought ham and pie and assorted other goodies.

When all was said and done, the stuffing was the only thing completely gone, which tells me I might have done something right.

I love Thanksgiving. It's the one day of the year were everyone gets to feed everyone else. Friends and family gather for the sole purpose of doing kitchen prep, laughing and tasting everything before it's done and putting in their 2 cents about how it might need a little more salt or whether or not the yams should have marshmallow, all with unlimited stemware filled with wines or exotic martinis.

What's more basic of mans humanity to man that that?

Rumor has it the first Thanksgiving precipitated the invention of the recliner, followed by slaughtering the Native Americans who brought the wild game.

Some traditions are meant to be changed.

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Generation Rx - the Film

The FDA isn't one of my favorite institutions. In fact, I'd go so far as to say everyone involved with FDA policy should be taken out and shot and the lower echelons should be used in medical experiments. These are people who killed Wilhelm Reich and burned his books, made tryptophan illegal, closed down health food stores, gave Big Pharma the green light to do whatever they want, approved thalidomide for pregnant women, and want to make ALL vitamins illegal. I have nothing but contempt for this group of nazi bastards, but you get my drift.

Generation RX covers how the FDA allowed cradle to grave drug use for a whole generation, just so Big Pharma could get a little richer.

Sunday, November 23, 2008

ask your doctor

Are you suffering from unstoppable, involuntary emotions and behaviors in conjunction with the unexpected and unplanned stimulation of sexual organs when pondering a perception of self? If so, you may have Persistant Erectile Personality Disorder, or PEPD.

Or perhaps you may have Reactive Defiant Motivation Dysfunction, or RDMD, which primarily involves explosive, emotional behavior and responses compromised by the presence of extreme anger towards authority figures while losing the will to do anything meaningful.

Most likely you're afflicted with Oppositional Maladaptive Motivation Syndrome With Incontinence or OMMSWI (my favorite) which is characterized by stubborn resistance to conform to social norms exacerbated by the aberrant inability to adjust to normal responses or behaviors while losing the will to do anything meaningful, combined with an inability to control one's own bladder.

You may be interested to know, I found a disease mongering engine that could very well prove to be a rosetta stone of Political Correctness On Steroids, or PCOS, that we've all been suffering from since the pre-Raygun days.

PCOS is the condition applied to language, ideas, policies, or behavior seen as seeking to minimize offense to gender, racial, cultural, disabled, aged or other identity groups. Conversely, the term "politically incorrect" is used to refer to language or ideas that may cause offense or that are unconstrained by orthodoxy. It used to be a joke to call a housewife a Domestic Engineer, or a garbage man a Reclamation Technician. Now, it's standard-speak in our double-think culture to call, what was once called, an excitable boy one who suffers from Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder or ADHD. There's a drug for that, ya know. Only it's not to cure the kid but to wang him out so parents and teachers don't go crazy. Perhaps they should have a drug for parents and teachers exposed to ADHD children. Too bad tranquilizers, scotch and cigarettes aren't politically correct for teachers and parents but amphetamines and Ritalin are the meds of choice for kids.

We've gotten so politically correct we even managed to legitimize road rage, that behavioral disorder characterized by extreme expressions of uncontrollable anger on our nations highways. It's now called Intermittent Explosive Disorder, or IED, and since it's listed in the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders and was submitted to the American Psychiatric Association for inclusion in their DSM-IV (the standard reference guide of psychiatric disorders), road rage has been blessed by the powers that be as a mental disorder that can be treated with drugs.

Is there nothing drugs can't cure? Maybe you can find out for yourself.

Next time you visit your doctor, tell him you have Oppositional Maladaptive Motivation Syndrome With Incontinence or Intermittent Explosive Disorder or any other selection of ridicules maladies and see if he has a pill for you.

Thursday, November 20, 2008

orgone shotgun

This orgone shotgun is designed for long range use.
I made a couple of these earlier this year, sans pipe, and I knew I had something completely different.

Originally, I made these for dream experimentation and a de-stressing tool because some of these devices I put under the bed get me pretty wired from all the energy they put out. Sometimes I can get by with three hours sleep a night but after a few weeks you start wondering if going to sleep at 3am and waking up at 6am every morning is such a good thing. So, I included blue kyanite, which is supposed to help me understand what all those orgone enhanced dreams mean, and selenite, which keeps the crystals charged and allows astral projection. I also included a counter-clockwise coil in the mix.

The result, this cone put me to sleep and let me remember where I went. An interesting added benefit is the ability to get up whenever I'm supposed to, without an alarm clock.

I decided there was room for improvement so I got some fresh crystals, a dense resin made from granular brass and aluminum with some chunks and curls of copper and aluminum with 4 medium size quarts crystals in the base, an internal coil, some titanium, and a big ass copper pipe.

Ordinarily, I wouldn't use such fine metal in a passive unit but this thing is only half built. I intend to mount an orgone amp to the base to ramp up the power and a couple hand-holds to aim it properly. Unpowered, you can definitely feel the energy pumping out the top of the pipe and with the addition of a mobile powered amp I should be able to send orgone anywhere within line of sight.

I wonder if I can mount it on my car?




I'll keep ya posted.

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

stone age succor punch

I've been playing around with this device for a few weeks and I'm convinced it's totally kick ass.

This succor punch is made from powdered aluminum, powdered brass, copper and aluminum curls in clear resin. The reason it looks dark is because of the extreme density of the mixture. The crystal has a mobius coil embedded in the resin, which is connected to a frequency zapper. In this case, I have the frequency at approximately 14Hz, and you can really feel it moving in your hand.

I can get away with larger pieces of metal in passive devices like TBs and HHGs, but if power is involved, ultra-fine metal particles are an absolute must if you want to get the most out of the device. Because about 20% of this unit has some larger metal chips, it's a good stand-alone cleaner, but when you hit that frequency it really takes off, and when you feel the rhythmic pulsations in your hand, you know you have some unexplained power.

I really like the crude appearance this thing took on. It has a primitive, high-tech look, as if someone tried to make a phaser out of a dinosaur bone, and it's totally ergonomic.


I was looking for a mold that would have a gentle bend, but the closest I could find was a piece of 2"id reinforced neoprene hose, which I had to reshape with a pair of large c-clamps. The end result looks like a telephone from the bronze age.

Ok, so what's this thing supposed to do and why are you doing it?

Well, since you asked...

A properly built succor punch with the proper frequency is capable of manifesting reality from intent. The frequency going through the mobius coil sets up a chaos field, which interacts with the crystal to create scalar waves. There's something about 14Hz that makes these crystals respond in a positive way. 14Hz is also high alpha, the brain wave that humans tap into when they sleep or go into deep meditation. It's also the predominant brainwave kids have when they're at that stage in life when they learn everything quickly like languages, social rules, how to get around their parents, etc. The thing about meditation, as any guru can tell you, is planting the seed of intent while you're in an alpha state. The problem is, you must have your mind clear to be in an alpha state. After all, that's what meditation is all about... clearing your mind of all thought. As soon as you generate a thought, WHOOSH! you're no longer in alpha. I suppose it's a fail-safe, because if you could hold an intent while in deep meditation, or alpha, you can alter reality, and sometimes that's not a good idea for the rest of the people who don't share a potential psychopath's dreams. Also, anyone who practices meditation for years, and can discipline their mind to that extent, most likely has developed the higher brain function of wisdom and no longer needs anything but the basics.

I noticed that since I found a way to pump alpha waves to awake people, the awake people don't seem to need anything, partly because while alpha is flowing, you can't generate a thought. The end result is loving bliss for those near the source. (That damn fail-safe again.)

Anyway... this succor punch is designed to temporarily divorce you from the alpha waves while you make the intent by programming the device, allowing the device to transform your intent into reality.

Theoretically, this device will also repel negativity, including nasty people. If this is the only thing it can do, my efforts were well worth it.

the heat of the moment

God help me but I love it when there's a chill in the air, especially when the house is warm. Well, not really warm, unless you consider 60 degrees F as warm.
I don't so much think that 60 degrees is toasty but since the outside temperature is in the low 20's, the difference between the two is 40 degrees. What other time of the year can you have such a difference in temperature than winter? In Summer, when it's 100 degrees F, 75 seems very cool, and that's only a 25 degree difference. It gets pretty uncomfortable when you have a 50 degree difference in temperature... unless it's Winter, where you can easily handle going from a -20 degree environment to a 75 degree indoor temp and feel that AHH! as you take your coat off.

I should point out that I'm heating the house with wood, which gives off a completely different feel of heat that no other source could. It's not just the hint of burning carbon permeating the air but an indescribable feeling of comfort... like being wrapped in a warm blanket with a much loved friend, and the hot showers this wood heat provides is absolutely luxurious. The water itself takes on different characteristics. It seems softer and more alive than the regular oil heated water and it takes bathing to a new level.

Water's water, you say? Well, I'm prepared to back my statements up with a free shower to anyone who stops by, and if you ask nicely, I might even light some candles and turn on some soft music to amplify your hygienic experience.

For reservations, write to lofas@karmasurfer.com with GET ME WET! in the subject line for prompt consideration.

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

sheeple

Should I feel responsible for someone elses sheep? So what if the shepherd is a dick and gets off banging his sheep before he slaughters them? Who cares if the sheep are so conditioned to herd mentality that they'll all go to the slaughterhouse together, after they get fleeced, just because the shepherds dog tells them to? Am I supposed to feel pity for these dumb animals who can't, or won't, defend themselves from their collective doom? I mean... they're sheep! Who can reason with sheep? They just do as they're told and don't even consider the consequences. After all, the only purpose sheep have is to be slaughtered after their wool production declines. Tell a sheep the real deal and all you'll get is BAaaaaaaaaaaaaa and off they go to the meat factory. It's as if they don't care what happens to them. You can open the gate but they'll just stand there bleating like a bunch of retards with leg cramps. What's the point, you say. Let em die.

I can't say humanity means a lot to me for the very same reasons. Just because I happen to be human doesn't mean I feel responsible for all of humanity any more than someone elses sheep.

For years the sheeple have been herded about getting free haircuts and prime grass. Now it's coming close to slaughtering time and the sheeple are convinced they'll all have their grass lands, free haircuts, still waters, and cell phones forever and can't imagine life without these convieniences, let alone, what's really in store for them.

What's in store for them?

Well, if you don't know by now you're beyond redemption. I mean, the info has been out there forever and you never bothered to get away from the TV long enough to grok it.

I'll tell ya what... YOU go to the slaughter and I'll watch from a distance, ok?

Saturday, November 15, 2008

I married Julie

When Julie asked me to marry her, I jumped at the chance. After all, we've been friends for many, many years and I love everyone in her family. Why shouldn't I tie the knot?



All the props were in place. Tons of food, lots of booze, family members, a cake, two rings, a best man, and a shotgun for her dad.

All that's left was a willing bride and groom and someone to tie the knot.





The best man confided in me that he was nervous as hell and didn't have a clue what he was doing. All he knew was he had the rings and at some point in the ceremony he had to do something with them. I told him not to worry and that I'll give him the signal to do something with the rings when the time comes and suggested we take a few tranquilizers to reduce the stress. We then proceeded to stiffen our drinks with more rum.


It all went off without a hitch and when it was over I got a few requests for my services in the near future.

That's Greg, the groom, next to Julie.


By the way, how do you like my new hat?

Friday, November 14, 2008

No More Bailouts!!!

I'm surprised this guy doesn't get aneurysms.

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

not enough to go around

It's one thing to talk about change and another to do it, so I thought I'd change my blog. I was starting to get pretty tired of the layout, anyway. The same old shades of green and that tight dialog box was making me feel hemmed in to the same old, same old. Besides, winter is on its way and all the naked tree skeletons adorning my landscape remind me that change is not only inevitable but necessary. Just as life teaches us, I'll make the fundamental change now and work on the details later and I know it'll all come together.

When I woke this morning I was struck with the answer to the root of the problems that face all of humanity. It's not that humans are evil, planet polluters hell bent on destroying themselves. The central belief that "there's not enough to go around" is the foundation stone that our economic, social, and political house of cards is based on.

There's not enough food to go around so people starve so that others can survive. This is the core belief of "not enough to go around" that modern society is based. The idea is, if there isn't enough to go around then who but the elite should have enough?

This belief system brought us eugenics, the scientific manipulation of desirable human character traits to breed a better human and lessen the burden of society to care for the institutionalized physical and mental defectives. Unfortunately, who but the elite can choose? We saw the outcome of this thought process in the Nazi death camps after WWII and softer, modern approaches such as planned parenthood. Unfortunately, eugenics doesn't work. One look at society can tell you that.

When I open up Google Earth and look at the vast amount of space this planet has in proportion the people who inhabit it, I'm amazed anyone can think there isn't enough to go around. New York, Los Angeles, Paris, Rome, London, Beijing are all just dots on a landscape that's mostly human-free. All over the globe there are vast areas capable of supplying enough food to satisfy everyone with enough space to provide every man, woman and child with more than enough land to do with as they pleased.

So why is this antiquated concept of not enough to go around the main focus of our existence? Simple. The elite like it this way. The elite own the land and they want everything above and below it for themselves. By creating scarcity they can manipulate society any way they want from starting endless wars to establishing concentration camps to allowing continents to starve just so they can have a little more. This will continue until they have everything and everyone else has nothing, and the people who helped them achieve this goal (you and me) will have outlived our usefulness.

BTW how do you like the blog change?

Saturday, November 08, 2008

changing things

I was wondering... Suppose you had the ability to change anything you wanted. There are a few catches but for the most part, anything you want will be granted. What are these catches? Well, maybe you'll get what you ask for but there might be conditions. Say, you might want lots of money. Money isn't anything but an abstraction so that wish is neutralized. Or you might want a beautiful babe that looks like Barbi only she comes with an ugly mother who hates you. You get the picture... for every action there's an opposite and equal reaction and you have to settle for whatever the outcome might be.

Would you set some conditions for intent? Like a Barbi babe without an ugly mother? She might come with other members of her family or close friends that move in who will be equally unattractive. How about a Barbi babe without any family or friends? Well, you might end up with a stunning package of beauty and psychosis who keeps a knife under her pillow. Ok, how about a beautiful Barbi babe without negative baggage from past relationships or family, who isn't psychotic, who happens to be filthy rich to offset any possible negative conditions you might have overlooked? Hmmmm.... She didn't get filthy rich by giving her money away. You might end up the houseboy/gardener with a room close to the kitchen to make her tea every morning at 6am. You get the picture. For every wish that you would be granted comes a possibility that the conditions that come with it could easily neutralize the intent, or possibly make things worse.

Ok, so babes and bucks are out of this equation. I suppose you could ask for a car or a better job or a drink without any major problems other than getting a gas guzzler to drive to your new job 100 miles from home.

Perhaps the best intent is to want something for someone else, freeing you from the ravages of wish blowback.

The reason I'm asking is because I have the power to get whatever I want and I'm not sure if I should ask for something really great like world peace, or something so so like a free cup of coffee.

Maybe I'll just get a new hat. What blowback can come from that?

Thursday, November 06, 2008

Putin on the Ritz

Wednesday, November 05, 2008

Change and Hope

Just as we all knew would happen, Barack Hussein Obama was elected the 44th president of the United States. Hope and Change were his campaign buzz words and it was the main drive for voters to get him in and the Bushites out. For that, I'm eternally grateful, as is the rest of the world. Let's face it. GW Bush was the worst president we've ever had and his administration caused such harm to this nation that we may never completely recover.

That said, maybe Obama can reverse some of the damage the Bush administration inflicted upon us, like restoring habeus corpus and repealing the Patriot Act, for a couple of examples. No one can say due process of law is a bad idea and Obama can bring this back with a simple stroke of the pen. As it stands now, any one of us can be arrested, imprisoned indefinately, sent to another country to be tortured, all without charges, much less, a call to your lawyer. It's not only our rights as American citizens to demand of our accusers the burden of proof as to why we're being arrested but it's basic human rights in a civilized world, and the rest of the world is watching us. Bet the farm on that.

I should point out that since Obama won the presidency I'll back him 100%, but I'll also be keeping an eye on how he's doing things, as will the rest of the people who understand what "business as usual" means.

If Barack Obama is the agent of change and hope, as his campaign drilled into the American psyche for so long, let him put his high sounding words into action. I expect Obama to restore Habeus corpus his first day in office. Otherwise, he can expect a reason to not restore it because 300 million people will realize "change and hope" for Obama means business as usual, and a goodly amount of them will visit him at his new digs with a rope.

Monday, November 03, 2008

Friday, October 31, 2008

so, who ya gonna vote for this time?


So, who ya gonna vote for? A Communist illegal alien raised by a Communist sex pervert or a POW traitor who is a Soviet front man?

Wow! Is this the best we can muster from a country of 300 million citizens?

Uh.......YEAH! This is the cream of the crop. One of these two ass clowns will be president and there aint nuthin you can do about it. If I was a gamblin man, I'd bet the farm that Obama will win. Why? Because Obama is related to GW Bush and Bush is related to the Queen of England. In this country, you can't be president unless you have the queens bloodline and it looks like Obama got that from his great, great, great, great, great, great, great grandmother. Why bother to vote? You know he's going to win. The fix is in.

It's not about policies or campaign promises. Everyone who runs for political office, especially the presidency, is a natural born liar. It's in their psychopathic bloodline. Case in point is GW Bush. 11 days after he took office for the first time the only thing on the table was how to get a war started with Iraq. 9/11 was just a reason to invade, and it worked out quite well. The propaganda machines worked overtime spinning WMDs and the Bin Laden connections. What TV didn't tell you, what the controlled media didn't mention, was Hussein considered Bin Laden an enemy. Yeah, no shit. You didn't know this stuff? Seems there's a lot we don't know.

Wanna know something else? In 1970, Zbigniew Brzezinski wrote a book entitled Between Two Ages: America's Role in the Technetronic Era (New York, Viking Press). Zbig dedicates the book to Ian, Mark and Mika, his kids. In this book Zbig makes it perfectly clear that Marxism is the answer and unbridled nationalism is the enemy. Among other Marxist rantings, he thinks Stalin was right in his purges and mass murders. The more you dig, the more you realize Zbigniew Brzezinski is a life long Marxist who believes the only difference between he and Stalin is that he thinks he can do a better job on a world-wide scale.

Enter David Rockefeller. In 2002, Random House, in New York, published his Memoirs. Remember, this is not someone accusing him of something. This is David Rockefeller himself talking on page 405:

For more than a century, ideological extremists at either end of the political spectrum have seized upon well-publicized incidents to attack the Rockefeller family for the inordinate influence they claim we wield over American political and economic institutions. Some even believe we are part of a secret cabal working against the best interests of the United States, characterizing my family and me as "internationalists" and of conspiring with others around the world to build a more integrated global political and economic structure - one world, if you will. If that's the charge, I stand guilty, and I am proud of it.

Because of Rockefeller's love of totalitarianism and Brzezinski's love of Marxism they were a perfect match. Rockefeller made Brzezinski his prime minister while Rocky secretly ran the country. They formed the Trilateral Commission, which is the foreign ministry of the Council on Foreign Relations, a preeminent founder of which was Marxist Edward M. House, and worked tirelessly to form a world government. The problem is, you can't have a world government and allow a free country like the United States. America must go.

In 1976 they made Jimmy Carter president, who almost ran this country into the ground. Zbig was Jimmy's National Security Adviser. In 2000 Zbig became foreign policy adviser to Senator John McCain.

So, what does all this have to do with the 2008 campaign?

Now, Zbig's son, Mark Brzezinski, who he dedicated his book to, is Obamas foreign policy adviser. His other son, Ian Brzezinski, is foreign policy adviser to John McCain.

Apparently, it's just a family affair. Zbigs legacy is to be genetic prime minister with Rocky as the real boss. The 2 party system is owned by these guys. They own both horses in this stable and outsiders aren't allowed in this club.

The fix is in and Obama will be the Queens new CEO.

Doesn't this just make you want to jump out of your seat and run to the polls to vote for your candidate of choice?

Wanna know what I think? Anyone who votes for either Obama or McCain is a worthless, landless, stupid, slack-jawed, peasant slave and you deserve what you get... NOTHING!

Thursday, October 30, 2008

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

pumpkin pie zen


last night, I made my first pumpkin pie from scratch. Really! I started out with a Jack O Lantern pumpkin because that's what I had to start with. I scooped out the seeds and strings, carved it up, and cooked it on the stove to loosen up the pulp. The pureed goop was a bit watery so I lined a colander with paper towels and let that stuff drain while I made the pie shell. I mixed and made the pie shell in the pie tin, which I used a 50/50 mixture of olive oil and butter, only because I ran out of olive oil, and baked it for about 15 minutes.

Of course, I had to modify the filling recipe because I wasn't using a regular pie pumpkin but a large Jack O Lantern type pumpkin, which tends to have more water and is less sweet, so I added an extra egg and cut back on the evaporated milk and added a touch more sugar. I also made it a point to use only raw sugar and sea salt rather than the refined crap. The result is the best damn pumpkin pie I ever had. Not a bit of watery fluid on the bottom and the consistency of the filling was pretty damn good, considering I only used a whisk instead of a mixer. And the crust? Absolutely superb. It maintained it's flaky consistency and refused to get wet and sloppy, like every other store bought pie I've had, while imparting a semi-neutral flavor that only complimented the filling.

I suppose it would have been much easier to buy a can of pumpkin stuff, add the spices, and dump it all in a pre-made crust but that wasn't my intention. If I wanted to do it the easiest way possible I'd just buy the damn pie from a place that makes them by the hundreds, but this was supposed to be a zen exercise, not an attempt to acquire a pie.

This reminds me of something a boat builder once told me. He said, there are two reasons why someone would build a boat. One, because he needs a boat, and in that case, just buy a boat. And two, the joy of building a boat, in which case it doesn't matter if he ever finishes building it because he's building a boat for the joy of doing it.

I'm in the latter category. I didn't build a pie for profit, or to win a prize at the county fair, or because I was hungry. I made it because I wanted to.

If we all did our mundane chores with joy would life taste better?

Monday, October 27, 2008

Saturday, October 25, 2008

here comes the amero!

Thursday, October 23, 2008

Monday, October 13, 2008

The growing Earth

Thursday, October 09, 2008

winter forcast '08

While walking through the meadow looking for firewood, I happened to see this years hornets nest, nestled in a wild rose bush about 4' above the ground. You may recall last October 4th I found a hornets nest 9' above the ground and the year before that the nests were in the attic eves.

I learned a long time ago that the distance from the ground the hornets choose to build their nest is directly related to the amount of snowfall for the winter season.

Some of you may remember the snow storm of February '07 when most of the highways around here came to a stop, leaving travelers in their cars until they ran out of gas, as predicted accurately October '06 when I saw the hornets nests in the attic eves.

Last year, when the nest was nine feet up a spruce tree, we had a rather mild winter. Not much snow and the temp never made it to single digits for very long.

This years hornets nest promises even less snowfall and a rather mild season. Or at least as mild as winter can get around here.

I wonder if the size of the nest means anything?

Tuesday, October 07, 2008

owl driving

We all do dumb stuff on the highway from time to time, like doing 55 in a 65 zone or playing "hogs of the road" during rush hour. It's not like we do this all the time. We just act a fool on occasion to express our personal freedoms and driving individuality. After all, there are no highway "laws." I prefer to call them guidelines. Like the guideline that says if the speed limit is 65 and everyone else is going like a bat out of hell, you're a hazard if you don't match everyone elses speed. This is just common sense. I mean, if you can't keep up with the traffic then get off the highway, or at least stay in the granny lane. We all know this.

Except for drivers with an owl on the license plate!

I've noticed the annoying driving habits of these people with owls on the tags for the better part of a year now and all I can say is these people seriously lack the testosterone for normal driving in the 21st century. It's gotten to the point where I can see some jackass a half mile up the road, driving so safely, like he's hauling a pickup truck full of unsecured babies, that he's driving everyone to the point of road rage just being within sight of this fool.

When I get close enough to see this car at a dead stop, 5 car lengths behind the guy in front of him at a red light, I know, sure as the pope wears a funny hat, this asshole has an owl on his license plate.

These are the drivers who go off the beaten path and drive on the part of the road that's under construction instead of the lane with the rest of the cars. Cones? What cones?
These are the same drivers who come to a complete stop to make a right turn and who sit through 3 red lights to make a left turn because it's not safe to go past the crosswalk.

I'm not sure if it's this type of person that gravitates to owl tags or if the owl tags on a car makes assholes out of people through osmosis. Perhaps the person that is so hell bent on saving wildlife that they throw caution to the wind and get a license plate that reflects their single-minded fixation, who gets all their nutrients from a vegan diet because they won't eat anything with a face and lacks the testosterone from that diet to do anything other than playing it safe to the point of making drivers, like me, want to rear end them into the nearest culvert, believes they are an endangered species themselves.

It appears their ultra-safe habits of driving under the speed limit, with anywhere from 5 car lengths to as much as a mile of space in front of them, is their only defense and their greatest offense. Other drivers risk life and limb to get as far away from these owl drivers as possible by passing them on the right and double yellow lines to avoid staring at the owl on their ass. It's as if seeing the owl triggers a testosterone release in other drivers, forcing them to take greater risks and possibly decreasing their numbers, thus insuring owl survival.

I wonder what makes people with owls on their license plates tick? Is it just their driving that's fucked up or is it something deeper? Does the owl influence their non-driving life as well? What are their lives like? What kind of furniture do they have? What do they talk about when they sit in their living rooms after a sumptuous dinner of faceless vegan fare? What values do they teach their children besides bad driving? What do they do for fun? Do they wear seat belts in church? Is their inability to adapt to highway conditions and other drivers symptomatic to their general inability to adapt?
Do THEY consider themselves an endangered species and wear the owl to identify themselves as something to be protected?

I'm going to find out.

The next time I see a car with an owl on the license plate, instead of racing around it as fast as I can, I'm going to follow it and see where it takes me, wherever that may be. I'll put an owl on my car, to avoid suspicion, and infiltrate their community. I'll adapt to their ways, and soon, they'll accept me as one of them. I intend to study the natural habitats of these creatures, their populations, their mating cycles, and yes, even their mating rituals.

I have a strong feeling I'll have a very banal experience before long.

I'll keep ya posted.

Monday, October 06, 2008

it's beginning to look a lot like christmas


What you see here is a mobius powered ring generator with 16.65Hz frequency pumping through it through an amplified signal. The wok shaped frying pan makes a good reflector, driving the energy through the three pieces on top.

The ring generator, when powered up, allows you to distinctly feel energy flow from any orgone device you place on it. Anyone can feel how the energy flows using this device, even non-sensitives, like me.

After testing a wide variety of orgonite, it seems there is a major difference between shapes and resin type.
I have a number of pieces that are identical in every way but type of resin, and the darker Bondo brand fiberglass resin seems to have much more of a punch than clear resin. It's interesting because I always gravitated towards Bondo rather than clear, even though clear looks so cool and artsy. It seems my instincts were steering me towards the better resin all along, at least for the tactical, field stuff.

Another thing is the shape. The pyramid shapes seem to send the energy straight up through the top, while the cones send the energy up and out like a V. The round orb types tend to radiate energy from all around it, and the martini glass HHGs send the energy up and out in a wider pattern than the cone. The wine glass shaped lapis HHGs radiate energy up and out the top like a dome, which makes it ideal for under the bed use.

Stacking orgonite only improves the energy flow, which is what this picture is trying to show.

The ones with a copper pipe definitely extend range, and the power seems to depend on resin type, mass, and length of pipe. I'm thinking the ideal device for power and range would have to be a cone with a long copper pipe. Of course, other parameters have to be taken into consideration like metal size, metal ratios, crystal types, coil types, pipe diameter and length, and lots and lots of various combinations.

Perhaps the basic, cylindrical, 2 gallon cloudbuster that everyone has been building isn't the best shape. I'm thinking a ten pound elongated cone of orgonite made with Bondo with a copper pipe sticking out of the top might be the ticket because it would give you the biggest bang for the buck, using the economy of design to drive the energy from the massive base to the top point, like a laser.

With this new ring generator, I now have a tool that shows the shape, concentration, and energy dispersal of every orgonite device I have and will prove to be indispensible for future designs.

Didn't I say I was going to lay off building the big stuff and concentrate on the small stuff like TBs and HHGs?

suffragette city


I mean seriously... would you quit drinking!?!!

Sunday, October 05, 2008

Monday, September 29, 2008

letter to the prez

Dear George,

We all loathe and despise you, even your own base. You've prostituted the White House. You've prostituted Congress. You've prostituted the Constitution. You prostituted the election, twice. And now you want to give what's left of our nation to those greedy bastard friends of yours on Wall St. You've sold us down the river and your legacy is crap.

Have a nice day.
Enclosed is a cyber quarter.
Go call all your friends.

Your worthless peasant slave,


Thomas Patrick






On behalf of President Bush, thank you for your correspondence.

We appreciate hearing your views and welcome your suggestions.

Due to the large volume of e-mail received, the White House cannot respond to every message.

Thank you again for taking the time to write.

Saturday, September 27, 2008

Thursday, September 25, 2008

say hello to my little friend


Since the government is about to bail out Wall St., I thought it only fitting that I get a new toy, so I got a 12 gauge Mossberg pump.

It has almost everything I need in a shotgun. The 20" barrel and pistol grip is designed for home defense. Perfect for close quarters encounters where you don't want a stock and long barrel getting in the way. A quick change to the original stock makes it a pretty good hunting weapon for small game.

I figure whenever the government gets involved with anything, the outcome is always Joe Taxpayer gets another screwing, and this time will be the nastiest screwing we'll get.

I foresee people being uprooted from their homes and forced to migrate in search for food. It won't be so bad in the country but the cities... Let's just say I wouldn't live in the city without a handgun AND a knife on me at all times.

How did I get this pessimistic, you say?

I'm not a pessimist. I'm an opportunistic optimist and I can see the changes written on the wall. The agricultural/industrial revolution is coming to the end of its life cycle, and when that time comes, we'll have no choice but to revert to our genetic core and learn to feed ourselves for a day rather than save for eternity with abstracts like worthless Federal Reserve notes. The change will be hard for most people to comprehend. The transition from societal ward to spiritual individualist will require a complete and total change most of us are unable to cope with.

We've lived for thousands of years by feeding off of others, like psychic vampires, as a way to survive, because that's all we knew. Power used to be land because land produces food. As any despot can tell you, control the food supply and you control the people. Control the money supply and you control the food. What's happening on Wall St. is the implosion of the old system and an inability to cope with the new emerging one and if the corporate world doesn't have their way, they'll inflate the cost of food in an attempt to starve us into submission.

The time has come to think about being proactive. You don't have to burn down the houses of power to be proactive but there is something we all can do to put these bastards in their place.

1. Get at least one gun and lots of ammo and keep it where you can get to it fast.

2. Learn how to use these guns. Find a shooting range and practice until you feel comfortable. A gun is just a tool like a hammer or a baseball bat. All three can kill.

3. Stock up on non-perishable food. Keep enough on hand to keep you and your family going for at least 9 months.

4. Invest in a water purification system. If you can't afford one, build one. There are plans on the net.

5. Keep a ready supply of matches, lighters, flashlights, and Mylar blankets.

6. Find like-minded people and form a survival group. There's safety in numbers.

7. Buy what you need, not what you want.

8. When Wall St. finally gets its hands on the treasury, cash out of the system. Take your money out of the bank, cash in your stocks and bonds, and cut up your credit cards.

All this is just basic stuff our grandparents did as part of normal living before the present system got completely out of control.

As for me... Let's just say I can be just as comfortable in the wilderness as I can in my home.

And so should you.

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

turn off your tv

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

predictions anyone?

When I heard about the government considering bailing out the big boys with a trillion dollars worth of taxpayer money, I stocked up my ammo. After seeing this video I realize I may be carrying my .45 when I shop for Thanksgiving diner.

Saturday, September 20, 2008

Henry Potter... haiku

Bend over I'll drive

You're worth more dead than alive

By winter you'll go





Lehman Brothers, Merrill Lynch, WaMu, AIG, Bear Stearns... And this is just the tip of the iceberg of things yet to come. What amazes me is we saw this exact scenario many times in the 20th century... A sudden collapse of sound financial institutions followed by a bailout, robbing the dwindling coffers of the U.S. Treasury so the Federal Reserve can print up even more money, reducing the value of American currency even more. Only this time, it's pretty serious for Wall Street, and everyone who relies on investments as an income.

If current rates continue, we can look forward to the total collapse of the monetary system as we know it, and we can blame the Federal Reserve, which isn't part of the federal government, but a private bank owned by international bankers, and our dumb-ass Congress for allowing such a scenario to get a foothold in the first place.

Yeah, these Wall Street guys, these Masters of the Universe, have been riding the gravy train for so long they thought it would last forever. What they didn't see was another Master of the Universe was in town, and he had his sights set on them.

So the big boys want to make some fast cash, and end up losing the business, with Uncle Sam to bail them out. No big deal. The head honchos each walk away with retirement packages equal to a small country's gross national product, while the taxpayer slaves get to pay for it all to the tune of well over a trillion dollars. (That's a 1 with twelve zeros after it.)

Of course, the U.S. government can't possibly pay for it, so they get the Federal Reserve, a private bank, to print up a trillion dollars so we can owe the Fed a trillion PLUS interest, that any right-thinking person realizes is impossible to pay back, because the only money in circulation is Federal Reserve notes, not including the interest, which Uncle Sam has to borrow from the Fed to pay the Fed back, allowing them to print more, until the end of time, and the Federal Reserve gets to keep the hard assets when they can't pay. What a power play! This is like "It's a Wonderful Life" on steroids, with Ben Bernanke playing Henry Potter.

What about all those honest, tax-paying people that lost their homes because these bastards screwed them with impossible-to-pay-back interest rates? Shouldn't the government help these people, rather than the greedy rat bastards that started this whole thing in the first place?

HELL, NO!!!

Let Lunch Box Charlie and Joe Sixpack live in their cars, 'cause we need to keep Wall Street going to stave off economic collapse for a few more months.

I say let the Fed have all the money. Who cares? I mean, if they had all this soon-to-be worthless cash, it'll be just as worthless to them.

But on the other hand...

Why don't we all get together with our pitchforks and torches and visit the nearest Federal Reserve and storm the fuckin' place?! We grab everybody in a suit, drag them into the street, and trample them like the grapes of wrath. Kill 'em all. I MEAN KILL. THEM. ALL. (Their tinpot god can sort 'em out.)

I'm not advocating violence. I'm advocating surgery ... Like cutting out a hemorrhoid that's been festering in your ass for a hundred years. These parasites have been sucking life dry for so long, it's become normal to give a third of your hard-earned blood so they can grow like a cancer in the heart of humanity. They take everything and give nothing back. A dog is man's best friend, but if a dog got rabies, you'd shoot it on sight. Why would you treat these greedy bastards any better? They're not human. They're not your friends.

Come to think of it, I AM advocating violence. Grab your pitchforks. I'll be the one in the cowboy hat.

Monday, September 15, 2008

wall street shuffle 10cc

I thought this was a most fitting tune after hearing the news about Lehman Brothers today. It reminds me of a tank filled with hungry sharks eating each other, not realizing the eaters are also someone elses lunch.

Thursday, September 11, 2008

orgone hookah III


The results are in.
In a previous post, I hooked up the orgone hookah to my car to study the effects of orgone enriched vapor and its effect on gas mileage. After a couple tanks of gas and hundreds of miles I concluded my gas mileage is increasing. After 60 miles my mileage increased by 1.5 miles per gallon. After 300 miles that figure changed to 3 miles per gallon increase.
It wouldn't be prudent to assume after 60 miles any change in gas mileage would be a solid indicator, so I extended the test for a couple tanks of gas. In this time I made it a point to not change my driving habits, tune up the car, or put additional air in the tires, so the mileage I was getting before the test was my baseline average and all parameters were identical, except for the installation of the orgone hookah.

I can safely conclude the only factor that gave me a higher mile per gallon was the orgone hookah.

Ok, so a 3 mile per gallon increase is not a phenomenal increase but it's an improvement just the same.

The next test will include fitting the car with a hydrogen generator. I'm thinking about using the orgone hookah as a vapor lock/flash suppressor/orgone inducer.

I'll keep ya posted.

Wednesday, September 03, 2008

get service

Monday, September 01, 2008

Thursday, August 28, 2008

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Quantum Mechanics Made Easy by RAW

I always admired Robert Anton Wilson. He was one of the few people who could explain the most complex crap with such relative ease. I wish he were still with us.

Sunday, August 24, 2008

Saturday, August 16, 2008

orgone hookah II

I managed to put together the orgone hookah, but not before some design changes.
I realized the small TB I had planned to use for a base might not be the best idea for this project so I built a few prototype cores. The first core was a 1" diameter cylinder about 6" long with a coiled water-clear crystal. Since building this, I found some excellent glasses that had the exact dimensions I require. I had no choice but to build a larger core with a few refinements.
This core is a 2" by 6" cylinder encasing a 2" crystal wrapped with a toroidal mobius coil. The resin matrix is extremely dense with ultra fine metal particulates to make the coil kick some ass when I fire up the frequency.

To help atomize the water into vapor I attached an air stone to the intake.

So far, so good, but neoprene hose is not the best material for auto use. The melt point is too low and the fittings loosen up after awhile, but for this test it'll work fine.

The idea was to see if I can increase my gas mileage using vapor jet principles augmented with orgone. What this project turned into is a vapor jet housing an un-programmed succor punch as the catalyst.

I wonder if the car will program this device itself?

I'll do about 60 miles with this device and see what happens.

Friday, August 08, 2008

Big Brother's Lullaby

I was amazed as anyone when the towers fell on 9/11. To be honest, I didn't think much about how the buildings fell into their own footprints. I thought it was odd, nothing more. About a year later, a friend of mine sent me the Northwoods report, about a possible false flag operation in the early '60's where jetliners filled with civilians were to be used as weapons to turn the world against Fidel Castro. Again, I didn't make the connection. I remember saying to him, "so what." In my mind, some planes hit the Twin Towers, the Pentagon, and a field in Pennsylvania, and that was it. Some crazy Arabs with box cutters took over some planes and died for Allah.

I was obviously asleep. Common sense should have told me a building the size of one of the towers can't possibly fall straight down at freefall speed without toppling over. Of course, I questioned why NORAD didn't do anything. I was still asleep and accepted the official report, and couldn't understand why some people were making such a big thing about this.

After awhile, bits and pieces of information began to surface. Stuff like trucks filled with gold bullion from one of the towers was found abandoned at the far side of the underground complex. Firemen, police and citizens reported explosions before the towers fell. Marvin Bush was in charge of security for Dulles Airport and The World Trade Center. Dick Cheney was in charge of the NORAD exercises that day. No videotape was shown of the plane that hit the Pentagon, even though the Pentagon was the most video-secure building in the nation. Every video in the area that showed the "plane" hit the Pentagon was confiscated within minutes of the crash, never to be seen again. Molten steel under the towers thousands of degrees hotter than any jet fuel could produce. The removal of all debris from ground zero before any investigation could begin.

I watched enough cop shows to know you don't mess with a crime scene before an investigation, and these were crime scenes of the highest order. Why would they do that? My limited, critical thinking can only conclude this was a massive cover-up.

That's when I started to wake up.

I looked into it. I searched for pictures, videos, eyewitness accounts, and people in the know like architects, metallurgists, commercial pilots, and demolition experts. I wasn't the only one. Thousands of people were looking for the same answers. We shared our findings on the internet and soon, we had amassed a huge collection of data on or around 9/11. Out of all this information, one thing continued to intensify in clarity... 9/11 absolutely was an inside job and was orchestrated from the highest levels of government as a false flag operation, much like the Northwoods report I received years before.

The sleeper has awakened.

I could get into the Pentagon crash. I could get into the World Trade Center crash, ad nauseum, but I'd like to shed some light on flight 93 at Shanksville, just to point out that the government version is closest to a conspiracy theory, bordering on fantasy and each question asked only opened up more unanswered questions.

The official version: A plane headed to crash into some place in Washington, like the Capital or the Whitehouse, whatever, filled with heroes that tried to take over the plane and crashed it, saving the lives of hundreds of politicians. They even made a movie about it.

The real version: The doctor at the crash scene at Shanksville stopped being a coroner after 20 minutes because there was not a drop of blood anywhere. The crash site looked like a ditch with some garbage. No plane. No bodies. No luggage. No debris of any kind remotely associated with a plane crash. Do a search on plane crashes and you'll find pictures of engines, parts of wings and fuselage, seats, bodies, clothes from luggage scattered all over the place, and the cockpit is almost always intact. At Shanksville... nothing like that.

One question keeps hammering at me. If there were no bodies from Flight 93 at Shanksville, where did they all go?
Officially, Flight 93 was identified as landing at Cleveland Hopkins, Ohio at 10:45 am, on September 11, 2001. At 11:15 they began evacuating passengers to the empty NASA building on the grounds. There is no more information about these 200 passengers.

The passengers on Flight 93 used cell phones to talk to family and loved ones before they tried to take over the plane. Some of the calls from that plane were just, plain, creepy. "Hi mom. This is Mark Brewer, your son." "This is Mark Brewer. You believe me, don't you?" Since when have you ever identified yourself to your mother with both names? Cell phones, at that time, didn't have the capability to make calls from commercial airliners. All the cell phone towers you see are for lateral transmission. They're not designed to make calls to or from aircraft flying at 30,000 feet doing an excess of 500pmh.

But the question still remains... What happened to all those people on Flight 93? They haven't been seen after 11:15am on 9/11. If their remains aren't in Shanksville, where are they?

The alternative is too heinous to even consider. To drive a plane full of people into a skyscraper for political reasons is pretty heartless, but to disembark innocent passengers from a plane, never to be heard of again, could mean only one thing. These people were taken off the plane in Cleveland, escorted to a vacant NASA building, and eventually, executed. The intentional murdering of 200 people just to keep the lie going is cold beyond human comprehension, and that's the mindset of what was behind the attacks of 9/11.

And Shanksville was just one incident that opened up a series of questions that points directly to the government as the only entity that has the answers... and they aren't talking. Ask the government what happened to Flight 93 and all those people.

Many people out there are comfortable with the government version. I can't understand why or how anyone could accept the official version, with all the information from independent studies, all showing a plethora of anti-physics miracles that the official version is based on.
Doesn't anyone think it's odd that The Millenium Hilton is still standing, even though it was closer to the Twin Towers than WTC7 that was "pulled" because it had a few fires? The BBC reported WTC7 collapsed a half hour before it actually did. WTC7 was the third building in history that collapsed due to fire. The other two were the Twin Towers. All three buildings fell into their own footprints, even WTC7, which wasn't even hit by a plane.

In the total history of mankind, there are only three skyscrapers that fell due to fire and ALL of them went down the same day and were owned by Larry Silverstein. In fact, the only buildings that didn't go down were ones that Larry didn't own.

If you want the truth, follow the money. Larry took out extra insurance specifically for terrorist attacks weeks before 9/11 and made billions from a small investment. The Carlyle Group is now the biggest war profiteer in history and GW Bush will make his fortune the old fashioned way... inheritance. The put options on American Airlines and United, days before 9/11, hit record highs. Proof that others knew what was about to happen and wanted to make a profit.

You look for answers, and all you find is this strange labyrinth of unnatural physics that no government agency will even acknowledge. So, you look for the answers and try to fill in the gaps with critical thinking and everything points toward our own government trying to cover things up.

I got into a semi-heated argument with some people a few weeks ago who agree with the government version. They were convinced the steel melted from burning jet fuel, which is basically kerosene, and this burning jet fuel traveled all the way down the elevator shafts to the basement. They said the plane and burning fuel destroyed the inner core and the two buildings fell like a stack of records on a turntable. I asked them about the explosions prior to the collapse and they said there were no explosions. I said, the firemen, police, bystanders, people in the building all heard explosions. They said there were no explosions. It was all so simple for them to understand. Then I realized none of these people had a computer. They got all their information from TV and Mainstream News Media. Figures... They were still asleep and Big Brother was still singing them lullabies.

If you're reading this, chances are you know all about this, and I'm preaching to the choir. The people who still believe the government version are most likely getting their news from TV and newspapers and could care less about the internet and whether it stays an open information media or becomes a clone of cable TV with 40 websites with nothing on.

The government could end this debate once and for all. All they need to do is release a few of the many videotapes showing the plane hitting the Pentagon or release the information on the flight recorders from the planes. By not doing so, logic dictates a coverup of something so heinous, so absolutely mind-numbing that if the masses ever found out, they'd drag these bastards out in the street and hang them.

And THAT'S why I make and distribute orgonite. At least I'm doing something proactive.

Thursday, August 07, 2008

DoubleThink

"To know and not to know, to be conscious of complete truthfulness while telling carefully constructed lies, to hold simultaneously two opinions which canceled out, knowing them to be contradictory and believing in both of them, to use logic against logic, to repudiate morality while laying claim to it, to believe that democracy was impossible and that the party was the guardian of democracy, to forget, whatever it was necessary to forget, then to draw it back into memory again at the moment when was needed, and then promptly to forget it again, and above all, to apply the same process to the process itself-----that was the ultimate subtlety: consciously to induce unconsciousness, and then, once again, to become unconscious of the act of hypnosis you had just performed. Even to understand the word 'doublethink' involved the use of doublethink."

-1984 George Orwell

We see examples of DoubleThink every day.

Homeland Security and the Patriot Act are two that instantly come to mind.

The Bush administration is developing a parallel legal system in which terrorism suspects -- U.S. citizens and non-citizens alike -- may be investigated, jailed, interrogated, tried and punished without legal protections guaranteed by the ordinary system, lawyers inside and outside the government say.

Arrests without charges, incarceration without sentences, interrogations without representation, wiretaps without warrants and the indiscriminate evaluation of credit reports, library records and other personal information about private citizens has nothing to do with patriotism or our personal security. In fact, it's just the opposite... unless you happen to be a terrorist, and everyone is a terrorist if they use The Patriot Act on you.

And you thought "1984" was fiction. Man, it was just a primer.

I wonder if Orwell knew something and was trying to warn us or if the powers that be read his book and got some ideas.

Wednesday, August 06, 2008

1984 for the hell of it


There are two movies that never fail to cheer me up... "Dune" and "1984." You may ask why "1984," a film about a negative utopia where the future of humanity is a boot stamping on a human face forever, brings me such joy. Simple. It's not MY face that's being stamped on forever, that's why.

Let me explain...

Winston Smith was a low-level bureaucrat working for the Ministry of Truth. He knew historical truth, because he re-wrote history every day -- because "He who controls the past, controls the future." He was very much aware that everyone he made a non-person, in the course of his job, ceased to exist, as quickly as yesterday's choco rations. He also realized there was something very wrong with society, and was eventually contacted by O'Brien, an inner-party boss who gave him an advanced copy of the Newspeak Dictionary which also doubled as a guide to the truth of the oligarchical system they all lived in, written by Goldstein, the ultimate, invisible terrorist everyone loved to hate. Winston and his girlfriend were eventually caught by the Thought Police, and brainwashed and tortured at the Ministry of Love until they loved Big Brother -- before they were shot in the back of their bureaucratic heads.

Winston essentially worked for the Mainstream Media. His job was to alter truth and reality for his one-world government masters, much like it is today. But instead of writing a tell-all book, like our low-level bureaucrats do when they get a feather up their asses, the powers that be got rid of him before he made too much trouble. Give it time. Before too long, guys like Carl Bernstein and Greg Palast will be treated the same way, but until then we can count on having a meaningless press feeding us the crap our fearless leaders want us to hear rather than what we need to know by journalist whores owned by guys like Rupert Murdoch.

Winston and everyone he knew were constantly under surveillance, and Thought Police knew what you were thinking. If you thought anything but the party line, it was thought crime, punishable by death.

Except for the proles.

The proles were the unwashed masses who said what they wanted, did what they wanted, and spent time in bars laughing and having as good a time as they could, under the circumstances. The occasional helmeted cop might show up but the proles were basically untouchable because they had superior numbers and were thought of by party members as animals. No doublethink for this crowd. They could give a rat's ass for Big Brother. Any arrest in the prole sector would be met with some heavy resistance or indifference.

I'm a prole -- and that's why a boot stamping on a human face isn't part of my future. There's freedom being a bottom feeder. We don't take large sums of money from government leaders to perform terrorist acts, mostly because no government leader will offer us any. If they did (suckers!), we'd spend it on drinks and girls. We can stand tall before the Big Brother telly screen with one hand on our crotch and the other in the air, extending a single finger in the universal sign for "Fuck you!"

Don't expect a peaceful arrest, as if we're a Winston or a Julia. But DO expect a kick in the balls and a bottle in the face if you try. As proles, we outnumber the police. We outnumber the National Guard. Shit... we outnumber all the standing armies AND world police at 10,000 to 1, and we'll think what we want, and yell it in your face. You bureaucratic PANSIES.

Just a side note... I find it extremely interesting that so many people at the top of the heap either die from heart attacks or attempt suicide, with something as dumb as Valium, just before they go to jail. Is this equivalent to a bullet in the back of the head to reduce the martyr ratio?

If you want to play with the "big boys," like Winston and Julia, best you stock up on Valium and Vasoline.

If you're a prole... PARTY ON, DUDE!

Sunday, August 03, 2008

one world one dream


The 2008 Olympics will be held in China this year against a backdrop of pomp, pollution, despotism, and weather control. Yes, weather control. The number-one concern for China's Olympics is the "best possible weather for the games." Never mind that China leads the world in consuming more oil and concrete than any nation in history. Forget about the Chinese people being the largest citizen slaves since history began. It's the weather that concerns everyone involved in the Olympics this year, and weather monitoring stations are set up all over the country, ready to attack any potential cloud that dares to rain on China's parade.

Sure, China has done a lot to fix their incredibly polluted air. They temporarily closed down pollution-belching factories in the city and a forced reduction of car driving with penalties for lawbreakers.

All that aside, China's view on human rights sucks. I mean, they suck big time, and this year's Olympics is just an excuse to strengthen their police state even more.

Remember Tiananmen Square? Students and intellectuals protested for human rights, and the government answered back by killing 2,000 civilians while the world watched.

Somehow, China lost its way. They went from a totally environmentally ok country to the greatest polluter nation in history. They're the only nation, so far, that rounds up and jails thousands of citizens simply because they use the internet. They went from a pristine, agrarian, despotic society to a polluted, full-blown police state. For these reasons, China has become the darling of the New World Odor, and goes completely against the ideals of what the Olympics are supposed to represent... Democracy, fair play, individual best, and a spirit of brotherhood, no matter what your differences are.

I think it only fitting that I rain on their parade.

Here's the plan:

I'll bring out the 7-pipe howitzer, load it up with a bunch of crystals and tube extensions, program it for rain in Beijing, and let the orgone do its thing.

The idea isn't just to create havoc, but to send a message to China's asshole leaders that Mother Earth is totally against what they're about. They've gone from a spiritual nation to a slave nation, and only a message from the planet that they're screwing up big-time will get through to these egotistical leaders.

I encourage other orgonite gifters to join in this most righteous terrorist act and do something positive besides piss and moan. Set up your cloudbusters and succor punches to make it rain in Beijing August 8th -- and let's see what happens.