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?

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?

No More Bailouts!!!

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

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?

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?

Putin on the Ritz

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.

The Henry Rollins Show - The Corruption of Election 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!

Devastation - Halloween Smashing Pumpkin

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?

orgone field generator experiment #1

here comes the amero!

The Real Obama - October '08 McCain Debate

The growing Earth

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?

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.

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!?!!

The Tick wakes up with a mustache