15 days

The Kübler-Ross model, commonly known as the five stages of grief, was first introduced by Elisabeth Kübler-Ross in her 1969 book, On Death and Dying. The five stages of grief, i.e., denial, anger, bargaining, depression, acceptance, was described as a process that people go through when death is imminent. The end of a relationship is as devastating as the death of a close family member, therefor, the five stages of grief hold true when a relationship has ended.

Fifteen days ago, through a bizarre set of circumstances, my live-in girlfriend of three years packed her bags and left. Abrupt and final. The absolute death of a relationship as quick as a car accident with no possibility of reversal. The relationship may have been ill but it didn't go terminal until July 5, 2009, and one day later the plug was pulled, ceasing all life support.

I suppose I was in denial when it first happened. "I don't believe this. This can't be for real."
When it happened I had a semi-clear head and a distinct adrenalin rush that lasted all day, even though I woke up at 6am that morning and spent the day and night drinking with friends for the 4th. I wasn't angry but I was hurt. If you're hurt bad enough in a car accident you go into shock. Your mind becomes separated and distant and everything is disconnected. Your mind won't accept what happened and that's pretty much how I felt. Definitely, denial had reared its ugly head.

A few days later, as I was burning some leftover detritus she left behind, I suddenly became angry. I mean I was pissed off about how this woman, who caused so much hurt, was getting away so easily. That was only a small reason and the only reason I could rationalize as to why I was so angry. I then realized I was angry in a general sort of way and I was looking for reasons for my extreme emotional swing. Anger without a clear reason is frustrating and that made me even more pissed off. At least I wasn't depressed. That would be much worse.

A couple days later I was thinking of reasons why it all went down and the seriously crazy, life-altering, mega stupid decisions she made that put her in a situation that will mind-fuck her for the rest of her life, living with a dead-beat dad she doesn't even know who has no job, no car, no money, no education, and no prospects. She must have planned this, I thought. She must have been drunk and didn't know what she was doing. He must have seduced her by faking sensitivity and she gave in because he showed her he cared. WRONG! It wasn't planned and she wasn't that drunk. It was premeditated. I got through bargaining.

Depression hit this week. This is the one the almost dead dread. As I sat outside, watching the clouds drift by, I thought about things. It was hard to talk to people, but I did. I wasn't my jovial self. I was more quiet, slow, and thoughtful and ..... depressed. I was soooo down. No real reason for it but I recognized the symptoms. Not wanting to talk and didn't care to get cheered up. I was quieter and just didn't care about life, the universe, or anything. And then it hit me........... DEPRESSION! Yeah, baby! Only one more step to go and WOOHOO!!!!!!!!!!!!! Acceptance is easy! Bring it on, baby! Get that depression going and let the healing begin. I'm not dead. Hell, man, my life has made a giant turn for the better and I aint lookin back. Gone are the days of "psychic flashes" from this woman who reads my mail for insight. No more drunken, late night arguements about how movies suck because "Hollywood has jetisoned their morally bankrupt souls" because now there aint a morally bankrupt soul in THIS house. At least I didn't fuck someone I don't even know behind her garage. I do wish her good health dealing with her hepatitis. I wonder if she told him yet? Probably not.
Anyway, this soul has emerged like a phoenix from the ashes and what's behind me is not in front of me.
Let the good times roll, baby!

ACCEPTANCE.

a little haiku

Inhibitions rule

Behind the garage they were

The girl is leaving

at least roseanne knew the words

health care reform - how to do it

I have a very simple solution for the present health care crisis. It's so simple, I don't know why anyone hasn't thought of it sooner. Perhaps the reason the big shots that rule the world haven't done something is because they were only thinking of themselves and not the little people who don't have their very own private medical staff to look over every bump and anal polyp they come across.

The solution to the health care crisis is simply to print up a trillion dollars and throw it at the health care professionals to take care of the little peoples bumps and anal polyps. This trillion dollars can be put in a big safe in The Department of Health and every time someone goes to the hospital or doctors office or gets a prescription, the bill goes directly to the Department of Health and is instantly paid in full. To keep this safe full of cash, the Department of Health can invest it in derivatives and credit default swaps, and high yield stocks like Chrysler, General Motors and A.I.G. This is such a sure-fire plan that every government worker, i.e., congressmen, senator, civil servant, will have all their health care from this fund.

What's so hard about that, Barry?

an apology

Two weeks ago the weatherman said we would have relentless rain for the weekend. Since we were going to party that Sunday I had to do something, so the Thursday before, I set up the cloudbuster to earth battery and ground water, and pointed it south to stimulate the skies to make it rain. The idea was to get the water out of the sky so the weekend would be a bit drier.
Although the weatherman said Thursday and Friday would be dry, it turned out to be non-stop rain, turning the weathermen into the biggest liars since they invented aluminum siding salesmen. The day before the party I unhooked the cloudbuster from groundwater and spun it facing north to chase away the front that was moving in.
My plan worked, and that weekend, instead of torrential downpours, we had only a few drops. Not near enough to dampen our revelry.

The problem came after the party. I forgot to move the cloudbuster. For two weeks straight, we had nothing but hazy, rainy, humid weather. Every day it was ugly, rainy, and too hot, and too cold at the same time. The whole month of June became the shittiest time of the year. Everyone complained, and all the weatherman could say was we would have more of the same for at least another week and maybe, just maybe, we might have a little sunshine next weekend, but don't hold your breath, because this crappy weather is all part of the global warming/climate change, and it's the price we pay for driving cars and flushing toilets...blah blah blah. Even the weatherman was starting to think this weather will be here to stay.

As I sat outside of work and watched the shitty clouds drift across the shitty sky, I couldn't help thinking, If I'm so full of myself that I can cure a rainy day, why can't I do something about this?

The problem was the cloudbuster was still pointing north. Maybe if I spin it around... Hell, anything is better than this!

So, I pointed it south, put the orgone shotgun in the front yard -- and a half hour later, the sky started moving. Not just moving, but barrel-assing across the sky with a heading of south-south-east. (Sorry, Philly.) The sky above all this shitty vapor was azure blue, with puffy, white clouds. It was as if the crappy, low-level shit clouds were all heading directly where my cloudbuster was pointing toward, and disappearing into blue sky.

I never saw anything like it. It was as if the sky was like one, big, toilet full of crap, and someone just flushed. As I look out my window, all I can see is blue sky and sunshine. June is back again!

The news will say the stalled, stale air was moved by a low-pressure front, pushing it south and out to sea.

I have a different theory. I believe by setting the cloudbuster to north and keeping it there, I set up my own orgone front blocking the air mass to the north. The clouds kept breaking up with no where to go, so it just fell in the form of precipitation, when the relative humidity approached 90%.

All I know is the weatherman said we would have more of the same crappy weather for the rest of the week. I'm beginning to think the weatherman is full of shit because, as you can see by this most recent pic, the skies are blue and full of sun for the first time in two weeks.

Anyway, I want to apologize to everyone in NEPA for all the crappy weather you all had to endure these past two weeks. Just because I don't care if it rains or shines is no reason to spoil everyone's outdoor plans.

Please take these words in earnest....

I'M SO SORRY.

Hey, that makes me feel so much better.
How about you?

robots can't act. pulp fiction

orgonite grips

The first thing I bought for my .45 was a Pachmayr grip. I later got a beaver tail safety, because I was tired of pinching hand flesh every time I fired it. The skeletalized hammer not only looks so cool but it came with the beaver tail.
I've been thinking about buying other things for this weapon like a skeletalized trigger, ambidextrous safety, extended slide release, and about 20 other items designed to make a 1911 even more accurate than government specs.
But then, I'd put this Norinco .45 up against any Wilson Combat 1911, as far as accuracy goes, for 1/50th the price.

Anyway... I thought it was time to do something nice for my gun so I got busy and made a set of orgonite grips. I know it seems to go against the orgone philosophy but what better way to bless a weapon that can blow a hole through something the size of a grapefruit than to adorn it with a nice set of customized, orgonite grips?

Each grip is embedded with a quartz crystal and several fluorite crystals in a matrix of clear resin and shaved brass.

Fluorite is said to absorb and neutralize negative vibrations. It makes one more receptive to the vibrations of other stones. Fluorite should be kept in every room of the home. Fluorite is known as the "Genius Stone". It also increases concentration and helps in decision making.

Hmmmmm...... I should think anyone with a weapon in his hand should have good decision making skills and high concentration so you can shoot the bad guys and not the good guys, right? And if you're like some of the folks around here you'll have one of these little beauties in every room of the house to increase your concentration and decision making when uninvited guests decide to drop by at 3am.

I'm surprised Smith & Wesson doesn't have a whole line of orgonite grips and stocks for all the reptoid hunters out there. I wonder if there's a crystal that will improve common sense to make grips for all the fed swat teams and local doughnut munchers?

Now tell me, isn't that the most beautiful piece of orgonite self-protection you ever saw? The pics don't do justice to this piece. The clear resin gives it a 3D look making the embedded stones seem to float, and it just feels good in your hand. So superior to the rubber feel of the old Pachmayr. I can't wait to rock 'n roll with this baby tomorrow.

Looks like I'll be shopping for an ambidextrous extended slide release and a new holster for non-concealed carry next week. No sense in hiding this beauty.

I wonder what I can do with the 12 gauge?

Ask A Nigger: Why Do Niggers Like Chicken?

Maybe it's genetics but it's not just chickn n` corn bread our soul brothers jet bizzawz over. I remember uh tyme I wuz in Orlando an' stopped at uh local soul chickn n` corn bread 'n cornbread eatery, somewhat off da beaten tourist path. We walked in an' over da counter wuz pictures o' da menu, just like Mickey D's. There wuz chittlins, corn on da cob, watermellon, fried chickn n` corn bread, an' every other stereotypical afro chickn n` corn bread 'n cornbread ya could th'o't o'. It wasn't too long 'bfoe we's came ta da realization dat da stereotype wuz right. Black folks DO love dis here sheeit! At dat moment, I noticed da two niggas behind da counter laughing like hell at da two whiteys wearing Hawaiian shirts.
At dat moment, I realized uh truth wuz revealed ta da four o' us about each other an' we's all laughed at da silliness o' da shit.

BTW, it wuz da bomb corn on da cob an' fried chickn n` corn bread I ever had. Ya' dig?

powered pyramid sampler

I got tired of permanently casting stones in resin just to see what they would do. There must be a way to make a device that can sample various stones without having to encase them in resin until the end of time.

On my way home from work it dawned on me...

Why not build a device that will enable me to swap out stones and still maintain a baseline average?

So, I built this Powered Pyramid Sampler. Its heart consists of a large clear quartz with a mobius coil encased in a resin with powdered aluminum and traces of brass. This is the first time I used metal this fine ( 3 or 4 microns). The heart came out resembling gray plastic with a most powerful energy field when fired up. Embed it in this pyramid shape and the energy is then channeled through the peak like a laser. The capstone is made of very fine aluminum and brass in a clear resin. The reason I'm using clear resin in this project is to show the internal workings. I added a bit more catalyst to compress the base compass crystals.

I included a common cantaloupe in the shot to show relative size.

The copper pipe in the base connects directly to the heart and is used to sample various stones to study the effects. The mobius wire is then connected to power this thing up.

My first test was to see if this thing really does work by inserting a lapis, setting it in its upright position, firing it up with 15Hz, and placing it directly under my sleeping chamber.

I fell asleep before my head hit the pillow and that evening was spent in a deep, healthy sea of orgone dreams followed by an instant waking the next morning, full of energy, piss, and vinegar.

If the first test was that successful with lapis, I wonder what fluorite or bloodstone would be like?

This detail shows the gray heart and copper sample pipe with a couple stones.

I gotta tell ya, I'm as impressed with this latest device as I was with my first orgone amplifier. I no longer need to go through all the casting, measuring, and waiting to see the effects of one crystal. Now I can swap stones as easily as changing hats.

So, why am I doing this?

Why would you climb a mountain or read a book?

I'm doing this for a number of reasons.
1. I can.
2. I want to reduce pain and increase pleasure.
3. I want everyone and everything to experience better physical, mental, spiritual, and emotional health.
4. To use a metaphor, I'm tired of building a complete computer for every question I want answered.

5. If I want to see what happens if I use a diamond for a sample crystal I won't have to hock my car.

That might be the best reason of all.

blade runner. tears in rain

ya can't spell disfunction without fun

When I learned that Gena, Damon and the kids were pulling up stakes and heading to Florida to establish a new residence, it made perfect sense. It stood to reason that we should party for one last time before their imminent departure and this was a celebration we weren't going to miss.

Everything was in place for a night to remember. Mac and cheese, noodle salad, Budweiser, rock 'n roll, old trucks, lawnmowers, babes, redneck machines, and a bottle of Yukon Jack hidden away in an old fridge in the shed. The reason the Jack was out of sight was obvious to all. Beer was enough to get these guys a buzz but anything harder would only lead to testosterone driven machismo. Add a few frisky babes and ex-honeys and you'll get an unbridled chorus of drunkenese babble followed by fat lips and stitches in a mud, blood and beer free-for-all.
When the beer started to run low, I momentarily considered offering my spare half gallon of rum, which I keep in the car for emergencies, but quickly perished the thought. Seeing how this crowd annihilated the 2 pizzas we brought made me wonder what they'd do with a large bottle of rum. Images of raw hamburger in a tank of piranhas immediately came to mind. Thank god this town has a few dozen beer distributors.

I met many people I haven't seen for decades and all of them went on about things we did and where we lived and who was there and details that were lost in the mists of time. I find it amazing how all these people have changed so much physically but remember so much mundane detail, and how all these details were lost for me but I managed to remain the same physically. Hey, 250 years takes up a lot of brain cells. I can't be expected to remember everything!

One guy was telling me about the time his wife got him so upset while on a beer binge that he managed to kick the door on his stove so hard it ended up inside the oven. Then he threw a fork at her and stuck her in the leg just as the cops walked in his house. I asked what she did to piss him off and she said she must've not put his food on the table fast enough, or something. Later, Donny told me a similar story about attacking a stove, only he smashed the top down to the insides. I later found out one of their weight benches were used to make the redneck motorcycle. Between both these guys they had four weight benches and one of them was outside near a bunch of lawn tractors in various states of decomposition.

The redneck motorcycle is a collection of unusable parts assembled to produce a machine capable of laying a hurt on anyone who dared to ride it. The throttle was on the left handlebar, the shifter was to the right of the seat, it had no brakes to speak of, and the front wheel was off a wheelbarrow to give you the absolute minimum control possible. The icing on the cake is the throttle would stick wide open when you least expect it and the only way to stop is to stall it or crash it. This pic was taken shortly after it crashed into a truck.

Eventually, word got out that there was a bottle of liquor and hiding it was futile. Like zombies on the scent of living brains, the revelers gravitated to the amber fluid with outstretched arms and open mouths for a taste of sweet pop skull. As the Yukon level dropped, so did the I.Q.s and before too long, inebriation set in.

I can't help thinking the next time I party with these guys we'll be in a hot, humid, sweaty place down south they call home.

Miss ya already.

pearls before swine

In 1976 a swine flu epidemic broke out in the states, resulting in over 25 deaths. Actually, only one death was from the swine flu. The others were a direct result from the vaccine used to prevent swine flu.

Practice makes perfect.

In March 2009, Baxter Industries unleashed live avian flu mixed in with their avian flu vaccine to 18 counties. It was only by providence that the batch was first tested on ferrets in the Czech Republic, before being shipped out for injection into humans. The ferrets all died and the shocking discovery was made.

Since the probability of mixing a live virus biological weapon with vaccine material by accident is virtually impossible, this leaves no other explanation than that the contamination was a deliberate attempt to weaponize the H5N1 virus to its most potent extreme and distribute it via conventional flu vaccines to the population who would then infect others to a devastating degree as the disease went airborne.

The fact that Baxter mixed the deadly H5N1 virus with a mix of H3N2 seasonal flu viruses is the smoking gun. The H5N1 virus on its own has killed hundreds of people, but it is less airborne and more restricted in the ease with which it can spread. However, when combined with seasonal flu viruses, which as everyone knows are super-airborne and easily spread, the effect is a potent, super-airbone, super deadly biological weapon.

If not for the quick response of this Czech technician, we might be in the middle of a world-wide pandemic with a couple million people already dead.

I wonder about the technician who first caught this "mistake." I wonder if it hit him that he was directly responsible for saving the lives of every human on Earth. I can't help thinking he knows this was no mistake and that someone at Baxter had intentionally tried to start a pandemic, killing millions of people for the sole purpose of making a lot of money. Do his family and friends have any idea what they owe this man? When his wife asked him how his day went, did he tell her he saved the world but didn't get his raise? Did strangers at the local watering hole buy him drinks for nipping in the bud the pandemic of the century? Does anyone know the name of this guy?

In April 2009 Baxter Industries was selected by the World Health Organization (WHO) to produce a vaccine for the up and coming swine flu pandemic.

SKREEEEEEEK!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Holy kerfuck, Batman!

Baxter Industries was chosen to inoculate everyone on the planet with a vaccine less than a month after they tried to kill everyone on the planet with a vaccine????

Pardon my French but this is some fucked up shit right here. Is this the planet Bizzaro? Have we just stepped into the fifth dimension? We sure stepped into something because the number 1 psychopathic drug company, fixated on killing us all, has just got the green light to do so and God help us all.

I wonder if there are other technicians working for Baxter who know what this outfit is up to. I wonder if any of them put the pieces together and figured out that the world elites have openly stated they want the world population reduced by 80%, decades ago. I wonder how many technicians have thought about testing some of these new vaccines at the next Bilderberg meeting?

I wonder if the universe is already planning a little karmic payback.

star trek lust barge

GROW MORE POT!

Fallout 3 Atomic Montage

JoKamel

lesbian brains

A detail of the new orgone field generator hooked up to the base of the PVC CB. Note the garden hose connecting it to ground water, and the speaker wire connected to the Earth battery. Who says I'm mad, now? They thought I was mad at the Masters and Johnson clinic. It was me who first found out how to make a man impotent by hiding his hat, and that clitoral orgasm wasn't just for women. And I was the first person to show a connection between excessive masturbation and a career in politics. They threw me out of Masters and Johnson just because I made a 400- foot diaphragm. Birth control for an entire nation at once! No severance pay, either. But I'll show those bastards at Masters and Johnson when I take the brain from a lesbian and put it in a man who works for the telephone company.

But I digress...

Anyway, since I first hooked up this device the sky has never been cleaner and the weatherman looks like a fool each time he predicts nasty weather.

Maybe I should put the brain of a lesbian in a man who works for the weather bureau.

orgone field generator III

When Mary showed me the bundt cake pan her parents gave her, I knew it was going to be used for making orgonite instead of some kind of dessert. Little did her parents know, I was looking far and wide for just this kind of pan to make my new toroidal orgone field generator.

It's the shape, man! That over-sized bagel look is just what the PhD ordered, and if my thought processes are correct, this will make one, ass-kickin' addition to my PVC cloudbuster. More on that later...

The important thing is the doughnut shape of this device is perfect for maximizing the energy flow from the embedded mobius coil and should concentrate all of it's power in the center, where it belongs. The idea is to use this device to supercharge any crystal or chunk of orgonite, not unlike injecting helium through the intake manifold of your car, and make it kick some serious ass, and use a very small package to do it in.

The construction is very simple... Clear poly resin with powdered brass, copper and aluminum with some crystal fragments. The heart of this unit is 20 feet of wire formed into a toroidal mobius coil, that you can see in the above photo. The silver is aluminum tape, used to hold it together and protect it from resin seeping in.

This isn't a passive device. It won't do much, unless it's powered up by something, and in this case, I might go for an Earth battery, since this unit is designed for the field. Using a series of magnets for a power supply isn't entirely out of the question, either. I have about a week's worth of testing before I can get a feel what this beast's potential is.

I find it interesting that lately I've been making orgonite and bread at the same time. It's not like I plan it this way. I mean, both are time-consuming, requiring preparation and specific ingredients. Both require a significant amount of time where they have to just sit there, like letting the resin set and letting the bread dough rise. Both have a surprise ending, where you never know exactly what they're going to turn out like, but you're always delighted with the finished product.



I'm not sure what it all means, but right after the orgone field generator came out of the mold, the rye bread came out of the oven. What's more, the rye surprised me by manifesting i's very own fontanelle, and that delights the hell out of me.

Strange world, ain't it?

The Ettes - Crown of Age

Hematite HHG

The astounding success of the lapis HHG got me thinking about the use of specific crystals geared toward specific physical, emotional, and spiritual areas traditional western medicine can't seem to touch without cutting, burning, or poisoning.

The rationale is, if embedding lapis in a chunk of orgonite can amplify the positive effects of the lapis, i.e., induce deep, healthy sleep, free from drugs, why not repeat the experiment using a crystal specific to a completely different ailment?

Hematite is one of those crystals that has gained attention as an aid to help people cope with back pain. In my line of work, I come across all kinds of people every day, and a few of them wear hematite bracelets to let them continue playing golf or reduce their dependence on drugs. I happen to be one of those people with a train wreck for a lower back from a lifetime of heavy abuse, and I'm not crazy about the only method western science has for this sort of condition, namely, drugs or surgery (poisoning or cutting).

Sounds like a nice place to start.

I made a traditional HHG using five quartz crystals, copper, aluminum, and a thumbnail-sized chunk of hematite in the center, and placed this unit under my bed to see what would happen.

The result is nothing short of absolutely, fuckin' amazing! I woke up the next morning feeling great, and had the best day I've had in recent memory. The first thing that went through my mind was the placebo effect ... Was this in my head? Is it merely mind over matter? Do I feel better because I think I feel better? The immediate answer that came back was, so what? Who cares what the source of the relief was, as long as there's relief.

Apparently, the effect was so dramatic that I just didn't believe it. How could something affect a lower back without taking something internally or topically? I repeated the experiment for a week, and each day I felt better than the day before. Each day I experienced more mobility, less pain, and as a result, less fatigue (it takes a lot out of you to fight off low-level pain all the time).
Also, if it works for back pain, why can't it work for other things like fibromyalgia, arthritis, and tons of other problems Big Pharma has a lock on?

Now, I'm not saying this is a cure. In our FDA-controlled atmosphere, something like this will never get on the market, no matter what the research indicates. Unless you're a big drug company or you specialize in cutting, burning or poisoning, you'll never get the green light from FDA.

It wasn't too long ago I found a cure for poison ivy and bumped heads with those FDA bastards when I tried to market it. I was told by some FDA ass-clown named Harold that in order to market a natural active ingredient, I would have to spend 3 million dollars in research before I could submit it to them for approval. I was then promised they would never approve it, no matter how much I spent. Years later, I worked with a local university in a project to market this very same poison ivy cure. They were gung ho in researching this product, especially after they experienced firsthand that it wasn't just for poison ivy but damn near any skin condition from eczema to acne. When this university contacted FDA for approval, they talked to the same ass-clown I did years before, who told them the same story he told me, except the research cost was now 300 million dollars, followed by the same promise of non-acceptance, PLUS they would send their goon squad to my house to seize my assets if I tried to market it without their blessing.

All I can say is fuck you, Harold, and the asshole company you work for.

But I digress....

I plan to make some more of these hematite HHGs and conduct my own study, just to see if I'm on the right track. If this can work on back pain, it'll open a whole world of possibilities where all you'll need is a suitable HHG with the proper crystal arrangement to improve any part of your being without having to resort to Big Pharma's voodoo potions or going under the knife.

BTW, if you're looking for relief from poison ivy rash or have a skin condition you don't mind experimenting with, let me know and we can work something out.

Italian Easter Pie

Easter, for me, has always been kielbasi, hard boiled eggs, ham, horseradish, and seeded rye bread but some times I wish I was born Italian because those folks make a thing called Easter pie made with meats, cheeses, and eggs surrounded by a soft pie crust. The first time I had Easter pie it left such a culinary memory I found myself jonesing for it every year about this time.

This year I decided to do something about it.

I casually asked friends and strangers if they knew about Easter pie, and if they did I'd hit them up for a recipe. All those who had a recipe said they'd get it to me but time was running out and the last thing I wanted to do was find a way to make this online.
Maybe it's me but I found the majority of those online recipe places have a lot of stuff that just doesn't quite cut it for me. Most of the time it's standard recipes with a few odd abhorations like macaroni and cheese with diced carrots and salsa, or borscht with a cup of vodka and cilantro. What I wanted was a basic recipe that I can alter instead of someone else.

Yesterday, I not only received two completely different recipes for Easter pie but one of these people brought me in a slice to see what it's supposed to look and taste like.
Monica, the one who brought in the slice, gave me her original recipe card, complete with gravy stains. Lori compiled a four page report including a formula for paska bread.

Alright! Now I have something to work with.

Anyone who knows me can tell you I'll follow a recipe for only so long before I have to change things around. For example, instead of sweet Italian sausage I substituted hot, and where it suggested mozzarella, ricotta, and Parmesan cheese I just had to add sharp provolone. I also added capicola along with the ham and prosciutto. I considered tossing in some kielbasi but quickly perished that thought. I mean, this is supposed to be Italian Easter Pie, not Italian Slovak Easter Pie, right?

I did a few other things I was told I shouldn't do, like using a corningware bowl instead of a pie pan, but I was remarkably surprised with the result. At first, I thought the hot Italian sausage might overpower it but the cheeses did their work and managed to impart this delightful even heat exchange with a rich flavor of old world Italian spice.

I promised I'd save Monica a slice. It seems that may be the most difficult part of this whole project.


I didn't want to clog this up with a bunch of pictures in a how-to format, but if you want the details, shoot me an email and I'll be glad to send you the instructions, complete with pictures and commentary.

emergency broadcast

No Citizen Left Behind

It should be pretty obvious by now that no one in the Federal Government knows anything about balancing the budget. Well, I do.

Here's what needs to happen.

1. Get rid of a few deadwood federal departments like the Department of Education. These guys are worthless, and don't deserve our 65 billion dollars a year. How much can you save by not brainwashing your kids?

2. Eliminate the Environmental Protection Agency. We got along without the EPA for the first 200 years of our nation. We can get along without their massive, bloated budget today.

3. Eliminate the Drug Enforcement Administration. Suffice it to say, everyone knows someone in prison that's not supposed to be there because of these guys. The only reason you're not in prison is because they haven't framed you, yet.

4. Eliminate the Department of the Interior. Show me where it says the federal government can own land and I'll take this one back. Federal lands should belong to the states they're located in. Yellowstone National Park should be Yellowstone State Park, or just Yellowstone.

5. Eliminate the Federal Reserve. This is NOT a federal agency. This is a private bank owned by foreign bankers who hold the promissory note on this country. Our elected leaders sold us down the toilet on this one back in 1913. The Fed is responsible for virtually every problem this country has, including the current economic crisis.

6. Eliminate the Internal Revenue Service. The IRS is the Federal Reserve's gestapo bulldog. These guys wear the ugly mask the Fed hides behind. The Federal Reserve Act has never been ratified. There is no law saying you must pay income tax. Every dime of income tax you pay goes straight to the coffers of the Federal Reserve, never to be seen again.

7. Eliminate Homeland Security. On the surface, it sounds like Mom's apple pie, but it's much more than that. Homeland Security is designed to secure their homeland from YOU by tapping your phones, reading your mail, chip you, making airline trips a living hell, overseeing FEMA concentration camps for "prisoners of war", national I.D., and a whole lot more I don't want to get into. Let's just say Mom's apple pie is artificially enhanced with FDA-approved arsenic.

8. Eliminate the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms. How the hell an outfit like ATF ever got started in this country is beyond me. Alcohol, tobacco, and firearms are all legal and protected under the Constitution. How did we ever get guilted into allowing an agency to regulate our rights? Way past time to take 'em back. Get rid of this agancy now.

9. Screw this elimination of agencies one by one. Just get rid of all federal "agencies". FDA, USDA, AMA, are all corrupt to the core, and have been bought and paid for by Big Pharma, Monsanto, and anyone else with a suitcase full of federal notes. These guys have all outlived their usefulness long ago, and have stepped into the territory of extreme danger to humanity.

10. No more career politicians. Forced term limits on ALL elected positions.

11. Enforce anti-trust laws and strengthen labor laws. After all, who's the engine that keeps this economy going?

12. All those who received bailout money since November 2008 will be required to pay back the note in full within 30 days of this notice, or their assets will be seized.

13. Monsanto must be dissolved and its officers thrown in prison for crimes against humanity. In case you're not aware, this is a company that has single handedly destroyed the planets food supply for no other reason but profit and control.

14. Now that we got Chrysler, General Motors, and Ford by the balls, force them to produce free energy vehicles, at an incredibly cheap price, or scrap their companies and give it to Tesla Motor Co.

15. Stop all federal funding to colleges and universities and let them stand or fall on their own abilities to provide proper education. It's a business like any other.

16. States' rights must be the law of the land. The only way this country can survive is by the banding together of individual, autonomous states with their own laws and self interest without the tyranny of an absentee bureaucracy 1,000 miles away.

17. We need a new economy, and it needs to be modeled after the commodities market. The reason the commodities market functions so successfully is because there's no debt. Obligations are met instantly and all books are balanced by the end of the day. If you owe money, by day's end, you cough it up or you can expect to have your assets seized. You play, you pay.

18. Hands off the Internet. Anyone who proposes to control the Internet will have their names, addresses, and phone numbers posted so any psycho with alcohol, tobacco, and firearms can pay them a home visit.

19. No paramilitary activities by any law enforcement. This isn't a police state. Police can wear a standard uniform like a mail carrier, but no riot gear for the purpose of scaring the shit out of Ma and Pa Kettle because they got a tip they had pot in their garden. Serpico didn't wear Kevlar. Neither should Barney Fife.

20. Restore habeas corpus. It's our individual right to force our accusers to present the evidence against us and to give us the opportunity to rebut it. Our last president took habeas corpus away, and our new president won't even address this issue, which speaks volumes.

21. The mainstream news media has become a bunch of rancid, corporate whores. We need to be properly informed. Currently, publishers, i.e. owners of newspapers, dictate what news is reported. This in turn is dictated to them by corporate and government interests, which makes the news media a propaganda mill. This needs to stop now. No. 1: Publishers need to give their editors autonomy. No. 2: Editorial boards need to be comprised of ordinary citizens, as opposed to heads of business, that sit on them today. This should be law. Case in point, do you think Woodward and Bernstein could break Watergate today? If you do you're an idiot. There's probably 100 Watergates going on right now and we'll never hear about them because our media is owned. Perry White's publisher never told him what to do and as a result, Lois Lane won the Pulitzer.

"It would have been impossible for us to develop our plan for the world if we had been subjected to the lights of publicity during those years. But, the world is now more sophisticated and prepared to march towards a world government." - David Rockefeller in Baden-Baden, Germany, 1991, thanking major media for keeping secret for decades the movement of the prophetic one world government.

22. Make government lobbying illegal. If you get pulled over and offer the cop a hundred dollars to tear up the ticket, you'll find yourself in jail. There should be no difference between that and offering bribes to elected officials.

23. Eliminate, eviscerate, and obliterate the Department of Defense. This department is misnamed. It's actually the Department of Offense, and since its inception in 1947, it has sucked the lifeblood out of everyone on the planet. The only force on the planet who thinks they're capable of invading this nation is the federal Department of Defense. Woe betide any nation or group of nations willing to aggressively set boots on American ground. They will definitely be met with very heavy resistance, provided we've neutralized our biggest threat ... the federal government, who would roll over and give the store away. But a state-by-state military campaign would never be won. From the reddest-necked southern cracker to the limpest-wristed San Franciscan, we'll all fight to the death with gasoline bombs, handguns, and swords until there's no invader left breathing American air.

Keep in mind, this isn't their country. It's ours. If we don't take it back, they won't give it to us.
And once we get it back it'll be bastardized and tainted with the stink of tyranny.

"Lead, follow, or get out of the way." -Thomas Paine

are you the favorite person of anybody?

there will be no one to save with the world in a grave

I guess Keyes didn't vote for Obama

get your own 401k

The Financial Pandemic

In 1918, the world suffered a pandemic that wiped out more than 50 million people. In 1981, AIDS was discovered, and since that time 25 million people were left in its wake. Bird flu is the latest pandemic du jour being manipulated by the powers that be in hopes of reaping vast profits.

We now have a pandemic in its infancy that will dwarf any physical virus that ever reared its ugly head, whether natural or man-made. It doesn't have a name yet, but I feel I should have the dubious honor of selecting a suitable name, since I'm the first to discover it.

Let's see ..... swine flu has been taken, as has mad cow disease. I'll get back to that later.

The pandemic I'm talking about is a financial meltdown. Sure, we've heard it all before... It's just a recession, or inflation, or a stock market crash, or depression, or any other name the powers that be wish to give it to make it seem as though they have it under control. Guess what. They don't have a clue. Dr. Frankenstein had infinitely better understanding of his own future when he plugged in his monster than these nitwits do.

Picture Dr. Frankenstein as the international financial elite, and his monster as the current financial meltdown. Only his monster is still on the table.

Let's back up a bit.

A few millennia ago, when the world was populated by nomads and hunter-gatherers, some people came up with the idea that they could claim land ownership and enslave the nomads to till their fields so that they could have a life of leisure, free from the toil of life... for the land owners. The landless peasant work-slaves gave up their leisure to provide their masters with possession and the good life. Greed was developed at this moment in time.

Eventually, a schism developed between the haves and have-nots. The haves owned land, which was the only source of food. They also owned real cool digs, babes, liquor, and armies to protect their wealth. The have-nots had nothing, hence the expression.

In time, the haves found newer and better ways to increase wealth. One of these ways was the invention of money, followed shortly thereafter by taxes. If you were a have-not and wanted to survive, you had no choice but to live on the haves' land and work your ass off tilling fields, hauling stone, bowing and scraping when the lord of the land came by, AND pay the guy you were working your ass off for. It was the beginning of the company store.

Fast forward to 2009.

Nothing has changed. Sure, we have plasma TVs, cell phones, McDonalds, and Days of Our Lives, but what do we really have?

There is no such thing as a have-not who owns anything, except a few baubles and trinkets. (Hence the expression.)

But wait a minute... I have a house and a car and a beautiful wife. I have something, don't I?

NO. What you have is an illusion. You may own your house that you pay your whole life for, but you don't own the land. If you own the land, why would you need to pay taxes on it? Did the haves in 1300 pay taxes on their land? You can bet their serfs did... and that makes you a serf, only you have an invisible landlord.

Here's a tidbit of information for you. The present-day haves can trace their lineage back to the feudal lords, and beyond that, to the agricultural revolutionaries who invented slavery and artificial ownership. That's a long time to keep this family tree on one branch. The only way to keep it all in the family is through interbreeding, and we all know the pitfalls from that incestuous practice. Did you know Queen Liz considers herself the last pharoah and Barry Obama is in her bloodline? Yup, and he's related to the Bushes, too.

There IS a genetic difference between the haves and the have-nots. The have-nots don't have a genetic predisposition to rule the world -- but the haves do, and I postulate that it's this predisposition to rule the world (greed) that provides the petri dish for this HNDN-1 virus that is only now getting ready to escape the laboratory, hell-bent to destroy its makers.

Here we have AIG, the people who invented credit default swaps and other market-derivitive schemes designed to clone phoney money for the sole purpose of getting more from the have-nots... and they never had to own any land in the first place! And these very same guys that toppled the financial stability of the planet are getting multi-million dollar bonuses for this. Nice work if ya can get it.

This is just one company involved in the feeding frenzy.

These abstract marketing tricks is the thing that crawled out of the have's petri dish, and is growing exponentially as we speak. This antigen has no natural enemy for the haves. It's not in the haves' genetic nature. They have no defense for this disease. And this IS a disease, as deadly as AIDS is to a needle freak, but the have-nots have built up a resistance to this viral infection.

The Universe, in it's infinate wisdom, has metaphorically shown the haves the fruit of the tree of knowledge in the form of lots of money, real quick. The temptation was so great that every financial intitution on the planet had to get in on this. These financial wizards, so adept at winning at all costs for millennia, succumbed to this siren song of greed that they never saw this coming. Like a junkie who always had all the heroin he wanted and suddenly finds himself going through cold turkey, will get his fix no matter what. These bastards are so hooked they drive their private jets to Washington for a handout and think it's normal. They've gotta go.

The have-nots adapt. The haves can't.

But let's be clear about one thing. The meltdown isn't the disease. It's only a symptom, a symptom as obvious as Kaposi's sarcoma is to AIDS. I think I'll call this stage of the disease Karmasurfer's sarcoma, named after the celebrated philosopher of our times.

Our own government, who says they are trying to "stimulate the economy" by giving what's left of the treasury to the people who need it the least, and the Federal Reserve, who is no more federal than Federal Express, prints up Monopoly money by the trillions, that we have to pay for, to give to these rat bastards whose greed was both the cause and the result of our current issues. This is what you call being in bed together. The only way they feel they can fix this financial meltdown is to keep fucking around doing the same insane things, the same insane way, expecting different results, until every financial institution becomes terminally ill. And this is what spreads AIDS. See the connection?

Now, since you and I don't have anything to do with these guys, we're disease-free. This catastrophe won't affect us. We'll end up the better for it, after we shake off the chains of our servitude.

Pretty cool, huh?

Just stand up and say no. Stop buying their cars. Stop buying shit you don't need. Stop drinking the kool-aid. Go to farmers markets and learn to cook. Buy a gun and lots of ammo. And if you still have stock, or insurance, or your 401k in AIG you are hopeless. Cya on the other side.

I'll tell ya a secret. We control them more than they control us, and it scares the hell out of them. We have the numbers and we're not stricken by this disease. We can adapt. We are the proles, we are the nomads, we are the original human beings waking from a deep sleep, and we're pissed that these usurpers have tried to take over the planet. We also cook their food, and do all the things they don't want to do, or are unable to do themselves. They've gone for so long as the guys that can't do anything but make money, that when the money goes, so do they... and they know it. They can't live without the unwashed masses bowing and scraping and doing everything for them, and the thought of doing their own laundry is totally unthinkable.

These guys are all in a panic over this. They are even turning on themselves, like rats in a corner, building underground bunkers and surrounding themselves with Homeland Security, the U.S. Army, and doughnut-eating cops.

I love it!

Since I discovered this pandemic, I decided to call it Bureaucratic Utilization Treatment of Financial Underwriting of Carnage, or The BUTFUC Pandemic of 2009, for short.

I'll be waiting for CNN to cover this. And I can hold my breath for a long, long time.

10 things I hate about comandments

a time to die

AIG is getting more taxpayer cash to keep their lead balloon afloat. According to AIG, if they go under it'll cause an economic shit storm so great that it'll make the great depression look like a square dance.
I have two words to say about that. BULL SHIT.

Who says we need a fat cat company like AIG, except, of course, AIG?

What actually WOULD happen if AIG went under?

Hmmmmm.... maybe lots of other capable insurance companies filling the vacuum, meeting peoples needs at a better cost. What's wrong with that? If you ask AIG, it's wrong because they won't get their gargantuan profits anymore.

I don't know about you, but I'm sick and tired of hearing how these fat, bloated, Vladimir Harkonnen wannabes try to convince us that we can't survive without their massive presence.
What bothers me, and it should also bother you, is the U.S. government is supposed to be the regulator, who is now in the dubious position of also being a partner with AIG, which means the U.S. government is competition to anyone in the same line of business as AIG.

Logic screams if what I just said is true, which it is, then what is the difference between big business and government? And if government sides with big business, as they have with AIG, Citibank, Deutschebank, the big three auto makers, Toyota, Fannie Mae, Freddie Mac, Indy Mac, a shitload of parasites on Wall Street, and the state of California, it stands to reason you and me don't stand a fuckin' snowball's chance in hell. (sorry for the F word but you ARE getting F'ed by the Fed.)

Let me bring up a metaphor.

There's this forest with a giant White spruce tree that's been growing for 80 years. Spruce trees have a life expectancy of about 75 years before they fall, so this one has been living on borrowed time. It has grown so huge in it's lifetime that it's branches blot out the sun, preventing any trees to grow near it. Disease is setting in. Bugs have taken advantage of this old tree by nesting in its bark and making sawdust of it's bore. It's dying. Is there any reason to keep this tree going? It's not pivotal. There are many saplings that will benefit from this one tree breaking in half and letting in the light of day. Every living thing in this part of the forest will benefit from the death of this single, old tree.

If every old, diseased tree in our economic forest, i.e., the AIG tree, the Wall Street tree, The Chrysler tree, and the biggest, most diseased tree in the whole economic forest, the Federal Reserve tree, should drop dead, life and vitality will flourish on a scale humanity has not seen for thousands of years.

If you want to fix the economy, let these old bastards die and let some light in so the rest of us can grow.

pvc cb

Based on the Lakhovsky coil, I built this unit made of PVC, a copper pipe and a cone HHG. The difference between this unit and every other device I made is the pipe isn't directly connected to the orgonite. There is about a 2" gap between the top of the HHG and the bottom of the copper pipe and this gap, that, according to Lakhovsky, will increase the effectiveness of the orgonite. I chose PVC because it's cheap, easy to work with, and I can adapt it to different uses by simply swapping parts.


I haven't tested it out yet, but everything seems to be in place. The cone HHG is just temporary. I intend to make something a little stronger and more tailored for this device when I get some suitable crystals. To work properly, this unit needs five DT crystals around 3" long with a neodium earth magnet for good measure.




The cartridge device for swapping orgonite was pure inspiration. I can now change the base orgonite as easily as changing a light bulb. The PVC will also make it easy to convert to ground water when the time comes. The big question is... will it work?



This unit is designed for cloudbusting purposes, but since I ran out of the specific materials needed for a proper HHG for this device, I grabbed this cone as a substitute. This particular HHG, pictured, was designed for sleep, dream work, and astral projection, so I intend to keep it under the master bedroom tonight, just to see what happens.

You're probably thinking... Ok, so what's it supposed to do?

What it's supposed to do is alter weather patterns by injecting the atmosphere with life-enhancing POR, resulting in a more balanced weather in this area.

Since I began playing with cloudbusters and other orgone devices, this area hasn't seen any real nasty weather. Winters, although cold, aren't accompanied by blizzards and the skies are blue and clear with an absence of airborn particulates. People in this area ask me why everyone outside a 10 mile radius gets hammered by heavy snow and lightning storms when our weather around here has been so mild. I ask them if they want more snow and thunderstorms and they all tell me the same thing.... "No way! I don't miss the snow!"

george carlin - religion is bullshit

creationism? evolution? so, what's the dif?

Kent Hovind explained the Biblical account of Noah as follows: Noah's family and two of every "kind" of animal (including young dinosaurs) safely boarded the Ark before a minus 300° F (~-184°C) ice meteor came flying toward the earth and broke up in space. Some of the meteor fragments became rings and others caused the impact craters on the moon and some of the planets. The remaining ice fragments fell to the north and south poles of the earth.

He explains the fossils were created by billions of organisms that were washed together by the mass destruction of the worldwide flood, completely buried, and rapidly fossilized.

During the first few months of the flood, the dead animals and plants were buried, and became oil and coal, respectively. The last few months of the flood included geological instability, when the plates shifted. This period saw the formation of both ocean basins and mountain ranges and the resulting water run-off caused incredible erosion.

Hovind states that the Grand Canyon was formed in a couple of weeks during this time.

Hmmmmmmmm.... The Grand Canyon was made in a couple of weeks? After hearing that statement I no longer have the urge to argue with this guy and consider Kent as just one of God's little jokes. I mean, IF I were to attempt to prove evolution is correct, all I'd have to do is throw out the Adam and Eve thing about how Eve was Adams clone, made from his rib, and since Adam and Eve both had the same DNA, it stands to reason we all should be exact duplicates of them.

I tend to think Carl Sagan has a more elegant explanation of what may have happened.

FDA approves depressent drug

I want my Mmmmm.......... TV

I turned on the TV this morning and I couldn't get a signal to save my life. WYOU, WBRE, and even WVIA don't seem to be broadcasting. Only WNEP managed to reach my optic nerves. I got up on my roof and examined my antenna array. Everything checks out but no signal. At first, I thought there was an atomic attack and the EMF took out the TV stations. Maybe it was a communist takeover and they got our media centers, preventing us from being alerted. What gives? I mean, has anyone else noticed this? It wasn't until I called the FCC to complain that I found out all the TV stations went digital so that everyone can now have a better picture. In fact, the government has been planning this for a long time and they even give you up to 40 bucks for a conversion box to hook up to your TV so you won't have to pay through the nose for a new digital signal. I asked the FCC how many people like me are out there who didn't get a converter box and he said about 4.2 million. Hmmmmmmm..... let's see....... 4.2 million times 40 bucks equals 168,000,000 dollars spent on just the conversion boxes, and many people didn't even get one yet.

Let me get this straight. We're in the middle of a world-wide recession, businesses are closing, people are losing their jobs, banks are going bankrupt, auto manufacturers are claiming chapter 11, there's no more money in the treasury, unemployment is at double digit figures, and the stock market is dropping faster than Suzy Rottencrotch's pretty pink panties and Uncle Sam is footing the bill to the tune of 168 million dollars for converter boxes, not to mention the billions in additional costs for this analog to digital conversion, all so we can have a better picture on our TV sets?

It's not just America but the whole world is going digital. This digital conversion seems to take first place in world priorities, eclipsing bank bailouts, home foreclosures, and the war in Iraq. Even Iceland is going digital, and they went bankrupt last month. All at great expense during the biggest economic crash in world history, just so they can enhance our viewing pleasure.

Well, that makes sense. Thank God the government's watching out for regular folks like you and me.

do something, will ya!

Note: The following letter was found left behind at a local drinking establishment; the authors' identity is unknown. It is passed along without comment.

"That whenever any form of government becomes destructive of [life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness], it is the right of the people to alter or abolish it…" ~ Declaration of Independence of the American Colonies, 1776

Dear Federal Government,

Drop dead.

Excuse us. Some may consider such bluntness to be indecorous, but why beat around the bush? In any case, we've been around this bush (Bush?) too many times to count already. It's time to let you know what we really think of you, what we say behind your back, what we whisper to each other when you leave the room.

We hate you. We want you to drop dead. Or, anyway, to go away and never come back. You are not welcome anymore. We have tolerated you – and we emphasize "tolerated" – for a long time, long after whatever romance there may have been was gone. We can pretend no more. You are disgraceful, boorish, nauseating, corrupt, shameful, arrogant, dishonest, self-serving, parasitic, disgusting, hypocritical, and rotten to the core. You have not even one redeeming quality. There is nothing you offer that we want any longer. We're not even sure what it is we ever saw in you to begin with.

We suppose you can be forgiven if this letter comes as a shock. "Why," you say, "what do you mean? I still command great respect and inspire widespread adulation. And I still care about you. Isn't it obvious?"

It's true that, in public, we often nod our heads and agree with you, even defer or appear to defer to you. But we assure you that this happens not out of respect; rather, it arises merely from the fact that you have a lot of guns and a bad temper. Inside, we are seething and resentful. Inside, we imagine your demise in the most vivid and gratifying of ways. We may fear your irrational and violent behavior, but we manifestly do not respect or agree with you. We don't love you. We don't even like you. (See the part about hate, above.)

At any rate, our revulsion toward you has finally come to outweigh any fear we have of you. We refuse to keep our real feelings in for even one more second. We want you gone from our lives. And we mean completely. Vamoose. Go. Die.

Please understand we aren't here to argue. No special new subsidy, tax break, or privileged "loophole" is going to sway our opinion or make us change our minds about this. We've been there, done that, for too many decades to count now. Likewise, your threats are starting to make us yawn and even laugh. You see, we know all your tricks now. We can see through your lies because we've heard them all so many times before. We are fully aware of your true nature, and we see that that nature is radioactive evil, wrapped in a tattered blanket of ignorance, foolishness, and stupidity.

Look, we know it's only a matter of time anyway. Your dimwittedness, greed, fraudulence, and moral bankruptcy are finally starting to catch up to you. Even your former employees admit as much. Do you remember Paul Craig Roberts, one of your past Treasury officials? Today he says of your latest economy-wrecking and warmongering efforts:

"The world has never seen such total mindlessness. Napoleon's and Hitler's marches into Russia were rational acts compared to the mindless idiocy of the United States government."

Mindless idiocy: We could not have said it better ourselves. Wait, yes, we could have, because we would have also mentioned your meanness and malevolence.

Our state governments are starting to feel the same way about you that we do. Many are openly refusing to obey your so-called "REAL ID" attempt at creating a national "your papers, please" regime of Hitlerian proportions. Some are even starting to make noises about the Tenth Amendment, which reiterates that you aren't allowed to just do anything you feel like doing. (We are not big fans of our state governments either, but at least they don't start wars, counterfeit our money, and prop up tyrannies across the globe.)

You see? Look in the mirror for once. The emperor not only hasn't got any clothes, he's a quadruple amputee demanding that everyone admire his muscular physique. We don't know whether to laugh at or feel pity for such a pathetic creature.

In conclusion and just so we're clear: We're done. Pack up and get out. Better yet, don't pack – all that stuff belongs to us in the first place. Just get out. And when you finally, mercifully, do kick the bucket, please make sure it is in some place far away from us, where we won't have to smell the stench of your hideous, rotting corpse.

Signed,

Every Normal Human Being in America and the Rest of the World

February 14, 2009


What a great letter! I intend to send a hard copy of this letter to every elected representative I have, and then some.

I'm so sick and tired of these parasitic retards fucking everything up and I intend to do something about it. So should you, that is, if you have a pair.

herding cats

Sometimes working with stupid people is like herding cats.

You may think by making such a statement I consider myself superior to most people... that I'm an egocentric know-it-all who has little patience for humans of average intelligence and consider their low-brow approach to life as sub-par for such an intellectually advanced Einstein, such as myself.

Maybe you think my rants about stupid people are nothing but venting my own frustrations because deep down, I consider myself as stupid as the people I deal with, and have a need to set myself apart from, and drag everyone below my level, to make myself feel superior over something because of my extremely low self-esteem.

Perhaps you think I might be smarter than anyone you know, and feel threatened by my advanced mental capability, and feel you don't have anything in common with such a superior, god-like intellect.

Perhaps you don't work with the people I work with.



Now, tell me what a three-ring punch is for.

Can anyone justify why someone would go through the trouble to punch holes in a paper using the binder rings when the holes are already punched? I mean, when I saw this in the log book, it literally blew my mind. Am I missing something here? Did I not explain something the correct way? Should I have provided a diagram? Is there too much fluoride in the water? Does HFCS have anything to do with this? It can't possibly be our school system, can it? I'm still trying to wrap my mind around this...

All I can surmise is I work with some pretty fuckin' stupid people whose actions make us all look like Einsteins.

stupid box thing by sony

back to the future

Suppose you went back in time to 1910 and found yourself in a German cafe sitting next to Adolf Hitler. Would you kill him and change the future?

Suppose you had the power to know who was responsible for WWIII. Would you kill him and save the world?

Most people would say they'd kill Hitler and some would suggest talking to him and try to adjust his way of thinking. Some people would stand by their religious upbringing and refuse to kill anyone under any circumstances because it's just, plane, wrong. In other words, let someone else do it. 97% of humanity wouldn't kill someone because they THOUGHT he would start WWIII. 2% of humanity are psychopaths and it wouldn't matter who they killed, and 1% have no opinion and don't count.

Now, suppose you had a single button in front of you, right between you and your computer monitor. Let's imagine, if you push this button all the people responsible for the future destruction of humanity would instantly disappear. Imagine pushing this button and every war would stop, every slave would be freed, and every secret revealed.

There's no catch. You don't know any of these people and they won't be missed. It's safe to assume anyone pushing the button will not disappear. The only people that will disappear will be those directly or indirectly responsible for the future destruction of humanity.

Let's try something, ok?

Get a piece of paper and draw a small circle on it about the size of a nickle. Go ahead. Do it. I'll wait.
Seriously, draw a circle on a piece of paper. Just do it! This is important. Stop reading for a second and draw the damn circle. Humor me, ok? You don't have to be an artist to do this. If your circle isn't quite round enough, just draw lots of circles in the same place until it looks like a proper circle.

Put your piece of paper with the button on it and place it between you and your monitor. Look at it. It's just a button. No wires or anything. Just a circle on a paper but by pushing it you will make everyone responsible for your future demise disappear. Tomorrow you'll wake up and your breakfast will taste better than any breakfast you've ever had. The birds will sing and your bank accounts will grow. Life will be sweeter than you ever imagined.

Now, push the button.


Just as I thought. You can't even be bothered to draw a damn circle to save your life.

You're hopeless and that's why the distruction of humanity is inevitable.

HAVE A NICE DAY :)

red menace?

I knew this device wasn't meant for weather modification but I couldn't help myself. I set the unit in the north forty just to see what would happen.
Unlike most of my experiments, this device needs power to activate it. I don't mean I need power to make it work better. I mean I need power to make it do anything. Without power this thing just sits there like a bump on a log.

The heart of this unit is encased in powdered metal held together with enough resin to solidify it. The particles are so small it takes some kind of energy to get it going. The orgonite surrounding the heart tends to insulate it from anything but a jolt through the coil. As demonstrated earlier, a small jolt will make it kick ass, real good.

I pounded a couple pipes in the ground a few feet apart and about a foot or so deep. One pipe was copper and the other was galvanized steel. I put a volt meter between these two pipes and found the Earth was generating 0.5 volts, so I used this as my power supply.

The cool part about this power supply is it can run this device, or anything like it, as long as the Earth exists. Let's see... if two pipes can produce 0.5 volts, how many pipes will it take to produce enough energy to run an average household?

Using hose clamps, speaker wire, an adapter and a coax cable I was able to cobble together a decent power supply to run this latest device.

The energy flowing out the top of the pipe is somewhat different than the energy from using the frequency generator. It has a softer, gentle flow to it. Not weaker... more like pleasingly different. It's like comparing VO5 shampoo to Prell, if you get my meaning.

Anyway, I set this unit in the north forty the other day and studied the sky. The next morning I noticed an absence of a red dawn, which told me there was a much lower level of particulates in the atmosphere. I don't know if you've noticed, but for the last several years we've had red sunsets and red sunrises almost every day when the sky is clear enough to see the sun. The old adage of "Red sky at night, sailors delight. Red sky in the morning, sailor take warning" took on the flavor of normal sky behavior. I mean, we see red skies all the time to the point that seeing a non-red dawn or sunset is a rarity.

The last couple of days I saw neither a red sunrise or a red sunset. I think that's pretty noteworthy, don't you?