I was living in Scranton, Pa when I learned that city had the highest consumption of beer per capita than any city on Earth. I know. That's a bold statement, but true. Munich and Berlin didn't come close to the amount of suds Scranton guzzled and that statistical fact filled me with pride and I did my best to help keep that record.
I was a freshman at the time and maintained an apartment a block away from the university with a couple of roommates. Some of my classmates were locals and were familiar with ways to find lots of free ice and cheap beer but even they were unaware the student union provided beer at wholesale prices, with no deposit for the keg or tap. Beer sales were run by seniors and every Saturday the student union basement was filled with half kegs of beer for the weekend. We used to wonder what the couple quarter kegs were for until a grad student got one for some kind of big bash. After he left you could hear a few chuckles and comments like, "I'd get one of those for Monday Night Football."
Our free keg ice came from the cafeteria at Marywood College, until they asked us to leave, but not before we made friends with some of the students. The Marywood student body was primarily female and everyone we talked to was most eager to party with us.
We had the dubious honor of tapping the first keg of the fall semester with a lively mix of freshmen, sophomores, juniors, and about thirty-five of the cutest girls Marywood had to offer, creating a ratio of three girls to every guy, and we became instant party legends. As time went on and the parties grew, we realized a half keg wasn't enough and decided to tap a second keg in the living room, reducing the beer wait by 50%. We not only had the reputation for having the most babes, the most beer, and the most fun, we consistently drained our kegs before anyone else, forcing us to seek out more parties for our beer swilling guests. We would get tips on where the parties were, how many people, and how much beer they had and estimate how long they'd party til they kicked the keg. Based on gathered information, we'd decide where to go first, followed by a string of other parties in order of estimated beer quantity and party endurance. With glasses half filled with keg remnants, we'd grab the girls, pile into cars, and start the drunkards invasion in a follow the leader parade of inebriated revelry.
When a bunch of guys you don't even know come to crash your party with a whole bunch of beer drinkin babes, they always get in. We never paid for what we drank and we'd stay til the beer was gone and move on to the next place until there was nothing left.
We never realized our pre-planned campaign to liberate all the beer from other parties was right out of Sun Tzu's Art of War and a few Greek classics. We learned all we could about the enemy, their strengths and weaknesses, amount of fluids, and rates of consumption, before we launched our attack. We never even considered the Trojan horse tactic when we put the prettiest girls in front of the door just before it opened. Our back-up battle plans were the result of beer fueled conversations before the guests arrived and were never meant to be taken seriously until the second keg was on the verge of floating. Only four of us knew of any contingency plans but a floating keg was like a starters pistol and without warning, we'd grab the girls, the last of the beer, and anyone up for an adventure, and hit the campaign trail in search of golden nectar.
Ahhhh... The benefits of a classical education. Our teachers would be proud.
That's what Scranton was. Beer swilling capital of the world where the party didn't get started til the first keg was half gone. The beer was plentiful and cheap and came from breweries within walking distance from each other. Drunk driving wasn't a crime and college students were never hassled or carded and the university sold you the beer below distributor prices.
Those days are long gone. Marathon binges are out and sobriety is in. The carefree, unbridled, disobedient, teenage baby-boomer generation got replaced by a series of cradle to grave, conditioned, obedient, kids who accept their nanny/police state existence as normal. Town cops routinely raid college parties and jail anyone who gives them lip or doesn't answer their questions fast enough. Metal detectors, campus cops, zero tolerance, cams everywhere, and rule infractions are handled by police arrests and jail time. I know a college sophomore who was tackled by three members of campus security for the high crime of crossing the lawn with a can of beer. Even though this guy was pre-law, he had absolutely no concept of his constitutional rights and dutifully accepted his fate. What's next? Intensive interrogation followed by forced labor on a collective farm?
I know... It sounds like the older generation bitching about the new, like every preceding generation since Aristotle, but Aristotle is no longer part of school curriculum and critical thinking has been replaced by doing what you're told by systematic conditioning from birth. The rebellion of youth, historically viewed as a right of passage to adulthood, is now considered unacceptable and punished by time outs, arrests, detention, jail, and a criminal record. Play is structured and organized by adults, competitive sports emphasize group effort where every kid is a winner, no matter how physically inept. Failure, once considered an essential step to individual success by learning from past mistakes and exercising critical thinking to overcome future obstacles, is all but eliminated from the equation, to spare the feelings of potential underachievers and make everyone feel good about themselves, as their collective group I.Q.s drop faster than the twin towers.
If Aristotle saw what was going on today he'd never stop throwing up.
Tuesday, June 25, 2013
Wednesday, June 19, 2013
learning lessons
The longer you live, the more people come into your life. Some make a lasting impression and others come and go without so much as a name or face you can remember. Every one of these people come into our lives for reasons so mundane we fail to notice the ripple effect they had on our life paths.
Granted, most people we meet are just faces in the crowd, like extras in a movie, with no real purpose but to fill in scenes and have as much impact on our lives as background scenery, but it's the supporting actors who provide detail and steer the plot line to it's inevitable conclusion with such subtlety we never see it coming.
Ingrid was in my life since my late teens. I don't recall specifically when we first met. It was like she suddenly appeared and it felt as if we already knew each other and never had to go through that getting to know you crap. We were simply friends, or so I thought..
About a month ago I decided to see what she was up to so I did a search. What I got was a notification of her death. It seems she died three years ago this October in a town not ten miles from where I live. No information as to cause or surviving relatives or illness. Just a notification that she's dead, dead, dead.
I've lost many friends and relatives in my life due to death. I'd shed some tears, grieve, feel sad, accept it as a part of life, and move on. But the news of Ingrid's death put me in a state of low level grieving for a month and I can't seem to shake this feeling of sadness. The occasional passing thought of Ingrid has been replaced with a non-stop flood of memories and I can't seem to get her out of my mind. It's not like we were close friends. We ran with the same crowds when we were teenagers and didn't see much of each other after that, except for a few chance meetings. I can't shake the feeling there's a lesson to be learned before I move on.
We all ran in crowds back then, going from one party to another and making things up as we went along. Ingrid shared an apartment with another girl and we'd sometimes end up there after a night of raising hell. More often than not, they'd invite me to stay after everyone else left and the three of us would hang out and party and have a lot of laughs. Sometimes we'd grab the girls and go off for an adventure with no destination but to sniff out some parties to crash. Many times we'd find ourselves in a strange house, partying with people we didn't know, and Ingrid was always by my side. If there was only one chair, she would insist I take it, preferring to sit on the floor next to me using my leg as an armrest, raising feminist eyebrows and unmentioned masculine approval at the sight of such subservient behavior. But her subservient posture was her way of thumbing her nose at conventionality. She was the most level headed person I knew and she knew I knew that, just as she knew me better than I knew myself, and I knew that, too. Without discussing it, we knew all about each other. I saw who she really was and she saw that in me and that was the foundation of our friendship.
We had a few chance meetings through the years. The last time we met she was sitting on a bench in an amusement park. I casually sat down next to her and said hi. She beamed as she saw my face after all those years and we immediately picked up where we left off, basking in each others auras as we chit chatted and drank in each others faces.
The news of her death brought me more than sadness. The realization of the absolute finality of it all ripped a hole in my soul and a feeling of irretrievable loss. I can't help thinking Ingrid was a relationship that never blossomed. Even more so, a soul-mate not recognized until it was too late.
I wonder if she knew that on her death bed. I wonder if she knows now. I wonder if I'm just deluding myself.
All I know is my family, friends, and everyone I know can drop dead tomorrow and I'll get over it. Why am I still grieving a month over a relatively insignificant death?
I wonder what the lesson is.
Granted, most people we meet are just faces in the crowd, like extras in a movie, with no real purpose but to fill in scenes and have as much impact on our lives as background scenery, but it's the supporting actors who provide detail and steer the plot line to it's inevitable conclusion with such subtlety we never see it coming.
Ingrid was in my life since my late teens. I don't recall specifically when we first met. It was like she suddenly appeared and it felt as if we already knew each other and never had to go through that getting to know you crap. We were simply friends, or so I thought..
About a month ago I decided to see what she was up to so I did a search. What I got was a notification of her death. It seems she died three years ago this October in a town not ten miles from where I live. No information as to cause or surviving relatives or illness. Just a notification that she's dead, dead, dead.
I've lost many friends and relatives in my life due to death. I'd shed some tears, grieve, feel sad, accept it as a part of life, and move on. But the news of Ingrid's death put me in a state of low level grieving for a month and I can't seem to shake this feeling of sadness. The occasional passing thought of Ingrid has been replaced with a non-stop flood of memories and I can't seem to get her out of my mind. It's not like we were close friends. We ran with the same crowds when we were teenagers and didn't see much of each other after that, except for a few chance meetings. I can't shake the feeling there's a lesson to be learned before I move on.
We all ran in crowds back then, going from one party to another and making things up as we went along. Ingrid shared an apartment with another girl and we'd sometimes end up there after a night of raising hell. More often than not, they'd invite me to stay after everyone else left and the three of us would hang out and party and have a lot of laughs. Sometimes we'd grab the girls and go off for an adventure with no destination but to sniff out some parties to crash. Many times we'd find ourselves in a strange house, partying with people we didn't know, and Ingrid was always by my side. If there was only one chair, she would insist I take it, preferring to sit on the floor next to me using my leg as an armrest, raising feminist eyebrows and unmentioned masculine approval at the sight of such subservient behavior. But her subservient posture was her way of thumbing her nose at conventionality. She was the most level headed person I knew and she knew I knew that, just as she knew me better than I knew myself, and I knew that, too. Without discussing it, we knew all about each other. I saw who she really was and she saw that in me and that was the foundation of our friendship.
We had a few chance meetings through the years. The last time we met she was sitting on a bench in an amusement park. I casually sat down next to her and said hi. She beamed as she saw my face after all those years and we immediately picked up where we left off, basking in each others auras as we chit chatted and drank in each others faces.
The news of her death brought me more than sadness. The realization of the absolute finality of it all ripped a hole in my soul and a feeling of irretrievable loss. I can't help thinking Ingrid was a relationship that never blossomed. Even more so, a soul-mate not recognized until it was too late.
I wonder if she knew that on her death bed. I wonder if she knows now. I wonder if I'm just deluding myself.
All I know is my family, friends, and everyone I know can drop dead tomorrow and I'll get over it. Why am I still grieving a month over a relatively insignificant death?
I wonder what the lesson is.
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
just another gun rant
I never cared to be told what to do. My earliest recollections concerning authority figures was ignoring them. As time went on, and I listened to what they were saying, my attitudes toward authority ranged from ambivalence to disobedience with healthy measures of defiance and anger. I was the angry young man and I wore that label as a badge of honor.
As my life progressed, I learned to navigate the icy waters of modern society with tools like compromise, duty, empathy, and understanding different viewpoints. I guess I got tired of rocking the boat and fighting over petty bullshit and settled for playing the game, no matter how stupid it was, with the knowledge that I was still right unless logic and reason changed my mind. The dictionary term was liberal and I was that to the point of libertine.
I don't think of myself as a liberal anymore. The people who took over that term are far from free thinkers and lovers of freedom but authority worshipers with a disdain for rational thought. Liberal went from individual freedom for all to slavery to the nanny state. I could never align myself with the political liberals of today anymore than I can enjoy the rest of my life in prison. Talk to a liberal sometime. They all follow the leader and are just as easy to control as one dog can control a herd of sheep. Thoughtless, mindless, dumbed down zombies waiting for the mailman to bring their government checks and believe anything their puppet masters tell them without question. The liberals who actually make money think they can solve the worlds problems by inviting starving, poor people to their table for dinner and feel satisfaction that they did something.
Then there are conservatives. Republicans..... I used to spot republicans on the street as easy as spotting a toupee. They had a certain vibe about them that yelled stuffed shirt authority. These are the guys who hold the belief that they worked hard, overcame obstacles, and made it on their own, and so should you. No nanny state for them and they hated how their taxes went to support generations of people who refused to work. They wore blue collars (Archie Bunker) and white collars (Donald Trump) and their stick-up-their-ass attitudes made me sick. Conservatives encapsulated all that was wrong and boring in the world. When I think conservative, my mind flashes pictures of Nixon. Conservatives, after a sumptuous meal, will let a few starving, poor people finish off the table scraps... in another room.
I differ from both these groups in ways they'll never understand. I value my freedom as equal only to my sense of self preservation. I know true freedom is also the freedom to starve to death and I accepted that long ago. I'd rather die a free man than to live as a slave in comfort. I could be wrong but I tend to believe the starving poor don't want to eat at anyone's table. I'd much rather dine at the table of the starving poor in their own home, if they don't mind me bringing dessert.
Blue collar and white collar are the two working groups in this country, just as bogus as democrats and republicans. It's always a choice of two opposite points of view in a constant cycle of problem-solution-resolution with just enough compromise to barely satisfy the majority. I had no problem choosing sides and stood with my union brothers and sisters on picket lines and filed countless grievances for the company slaves. Going toe to toe with authority, beating them into submission with the contract, and transforming their work slaves into free individuals, by showing them how to stand up and fight for their rights, was my mission. We transformed the work place from a slave plantation to an operation full of pride, brotherhood, and a refusal to take company shit anymore. Once the company got the message and played by the rules, business improved, profits increased, wages went up, and everyone was happy.
Unlike a union contract, which comes up for negotiation every couple of years, we have the constitution, designed as a permanent, unalterable contract between the federal government and the people, which clearly states what the government can and can't do. It also spells out quite clearly and specifically, the rights and privileges of all men, and no government can alter these carved in stone rights. The rights are simple. I'll say what I want, I'll defend myself when attacked, get off my land, don't fuck with me for no reason, and the president has to be a natural born citizen. The liberals invalidated that last one and it was around that time I started to pay attention to these walking dead, owl worshiping, pseudo-intellectual, vegan whores of stupidity.
My skin crawls when I think of these self proclaimed authority figures telling me how to live. They're not rich, they're not politicians, there's nothing special about them except they think their president is the reincarnation of Jesus and they're his disciples, pall parroting the chosen one, without the slightest idea what he's talking about. Hope and change for the first time in their short, putrid lives.
The merger of big government and big business was a match made in heaven... for them. Big business relies on the consumer to improve their bottom line and Washington makes laws to keep it all going. Constantly increasing taxes is nothing more than a government control game they play. Who gets all those tax dollars is another story but it's not about getting the money as much as punishing the citizens as an ongoing exercise in control. The big business/government merger is loaded with advantages neither had before. Government can borrow some tricks from big business like product placement and repetition. The lapdog liberal media does whatever it's told and, just like TV ads, bombards the masses with a never ending, programmed assault, complete with fake, bluescreen, Hollywood movie-type news feeds,and actor eyewitnesses, until the masses believe the fantasy. Name three, never ending, noteworthy, bill passing events of 2012 and I'll bet they all feature an AR-15 "assault" rifle with a hundred round "clip" that should be banned because it scares the crap out of most liberals. Just my opinion, but I'm pretty sure these three "mass murders" were scripted, staged events and carried out by people on the US government payroll. The AR-15 is nothing more than the product they chose for their market research to test the waters. How many different Sandy Hooks did you hear about last year? Product placement... repetition... These are business strategies developed in the last century to sell cigarettes, toothpaste, and Tang. Now, they want to sell you something else. Gun control. And the brain dead masses are starting to buy it with the same religious zealotry as global warming and voting for O'bummer.
And herein lies the rub. Convince the people to give away their rights and they will lose them forever. No do-overs. No government wants the citizenry to have any rights. The only thing preventing the government from total despotism is the constitution and believing it's meaning. That, and a nation of 300 million citizens with twice that many guns at their disposal and no way of knowing who has em. Ask any Texan why everyone is so polite in Texas. It's because you don't know who's packing.
As much as I despise republicans, they stick to their guns. I don't know one republican who wants a gun ban but I know plenty of liberals who do and the words they choose are identical to the crap I hear from the liberal, MSM, talking heads. As if they gave up thinking for mimicking those smarter than themselves. The reality is, they're all as dumb as a sack of hammers.
Most liberals by now know we won't give up our guns so they came up with a compromise. A new law (as if we don't have enough already) requiring background checks to make sure the bad guys can't buy one. I heard a liperal on the radio today explaining how this brainstorm of a plan will work. He said criminals won't buy one if they have to be checked so the only place they can go is the underground market and those gun prices are at least three times higher and before long, the bad guys won't have any guns because they cost too much and there won't be enough to go around.
Is that the way most liberals think? I mean, OMFG! I know retarded people who can punch holes in that theory, and they expect average Americans to buy this load of horse shit? Really? Really? REALLY???
After Bush shredding the constitution, followed by O'bummer to finish us off, it seems the 2nd amendment is the only advantage we have left and the only thing keeping Uncle Sam from going postal on our asses.
So, who's pushing this anti-gun, carbon footprint, save the children, save the planet, save the oil, lunatics who can't tell the difference between freedom of choice and freedom from choice, agenda?
Do I have to say it?
I'll give you a hint. These are the people who have been asking the same stupid question for months. "Why would anyone need an assault rifle with a hundred round magazine?" To which my answer is... Why does anyone want a corvette? Why would anyone want to go out for dinner? Why would anyone want to look at porn? Because it's rock n roll fun, you liberal asshole! Go listen to some folk music, hippy, and stay out of politics.
Look, I know some of you out there are liberals. Some are republicans. Who's kiddin who? There's a cross section of humanity representing every race and religion on the planet reading this and I truly respect every one of you and I'll stand up and defend your right to say or do anything you want with every fiber of my being. I may disagree with you but I'll still fight for your rights.
That said, I'll make you a deal. I won't push for laws forcing you to unwillingly carry a gun if you don't push for laws to limit what little freedoms I have left. Deal?
As my life progressed, I learned to navigate the icy waters of modern society with tools like compromise, duty, empathy, and understanding different viewpoints. I guess I got tired of rocking the boat and fighting over petty bullshit and settled for playing the game, no matter how stupid it was, with the knowledge that I was still right unless logic and reason changed my mind. The dictionary term was liberal and I was that to the point of libertine.
I don't think of myself as a liberal anymore. The people who took over that term are far from free thinkers and lovers of freedom but authority worshipers with a disdain for rational thought. Liberal went from individual freedom for all to slavery to the nanny state. I could never align myself with the political liberals of today anymore than I can enjoy the rest of my life in prison. Talk to a liberal sometime. They all follow the leader and are just as easy to control as one dog can control a herd of sheep. Thoughtless, mindless, dumbed down zombies waiting for the mailman to bring their government checks and believe anything their puppet masters tell them without question. The liberals who actually make money think they can solve the worlds problems by inviting starving, poor people to their table for dinner and feel satisfaction that they did something.
Then there are conservatives. Republicans..... I used to spot republicans on the street as easy as spotting a toupee. They had a certain vibe about them that yelled stuffed shirt authority. These are the guys who hold the belief that they worked hard, overcame obstacles, and made it on their own, and so should you. No nanny state for them and they hated how their taxes went to support generations of people who refused to work. They wore blue collars (Archie Bunker) and white collars (Donald Trump) and their stick-up-their-ass attitudes made me sick. Conservatives encapsulated all that was wrong and boring in the world. When I think conservative, my mind flashes pictures of Nixon. Conservatives, after a sumptuous meal, will let a few starving, poor people finish off the table scraps... in another room.
I differ from both these groups in ways they'll never understand. I value my freedom as equal only to my sense of self preservation. I know true freedom is also the freedom to starve to death and I accepted that long ago. I'd rather die a free man than to live as a slave in comfort. I could be wrong but I tend to believe the starving poor don't want to eat at anyone's table. I'd much rather dine at the table of the starving poor in their own home, if they don't mind me bringing dessert.
Blue collar and white collar are the two working groups in this country, just as bogus as democrats and republicans. It's always a choice of two opposite points of view in a constant cycle of problem-solution-resolution with just enough compromise to barely satisfy the majority. I had no problem choosing sides and stood with my union brothers and sisters on picket lines and filed countless grievances for the company slaves. Going toe to toe with authority, beating them into submission with the contract, and transforming their work slaves into free individuals, by showing them how to stand up and fight for their rights, was my mission. We transformed the work place from a slave plantation to an operation full of pride, brotherhood, and a refusal to take company shit anymore. Once the company got the message and played by the rules, business improved, profits increased, wages went up, and everyone was happy.
Unlike a union contract, which comes up for negotiation every couple of years, we have the constitution, designed as a permanent, unalterable contract between the federal government and the people, which clearly states what the government can and can't do. It also spells out quite clearly and specifically, the rights and privileges of all men, and no government can alter these carved in stone rights. The rights are simple. I'll say what I want, I'll defend myself when attacked, get off my land, don't fuck with me for no reason, and the president has to be a natural born citizen. The liberals invalidated that last one and it was around that time I started to pay attention to these walking dead, owl worshiping, pseudo-intellectual, vegan whores of stupidity.
My skin crawls when I think of these self proclaimed authority figures telling me how to live. They're not rich, they're not politicians, there's nothing special about them except they think their president is the reincarnation of Jesus and they're his disciples, pall parroting the chosen one, without the slightest idea what he's talking about. Hope and change for the first time in their short, putrid lives.
The merger of big government and big business was a match made in heaven... for them. Big business relies on the consumer to improve their bottom line and Washington makes laws to keep it all going. Constantly increasing taxes is nothing more than a government control game they play. Who gets all those tax dollars is another story but it's not about getting the money as much as punishing the citizens as an ongoing exercise in control. The big business/government merger is loaded with advantages neither had before. Government can borrow some tricks from big business like product placement and repetition. The lapdog liberal media does whatever it's told and, just like TV ads, bombards the masses with a never ending, programmed assault, complete with fake, bluescreen, Hollywood movie-type news feeds,and actor eyewitnesses, until the masses believe the fantasy. Name three, never ending, noteworthy, bill passing events of 2012 and I'll bet they all feature an AR-15 "assault" rifle with a hundred round "clip" that should be banned because it scares the crap out of most liberals. Just my opinion, but I'm pretty sure these three "mass murders" were scripted, staged events and carried out by people on the US government payroll. The AR-15 is nothing more than the product they chose for their market research to test the waters. How many different Sandy Hooks did you hear about last year? Product placement... repetition... These are business strategies developed in the last century to sell cigarettes, toothpaste, and Tang. Now, they want to sell you something else. Gun control. And the brain dead masses are starting to buy it with the same religious zealotry as global warming and voting for O'bummer.
And herein lies the rub. Convince the people to give away their rights and they will lose them forever. No do-overs. No government wants the citizenry to have any rights. The only thing preventing the government from total despotism is the constitution and believing it's meaning. That, and a nation of 300 million citizens with twice that many guns at their disposal and no way of knowing who has em. Ask any Texan why everyone is so polite in Texas. It's because you don't know who's packing.
As much as I despise republicans, they stick to their guns. I don't know one republican who wants a gun ban but I know plenty of liberals who do and the words they choose are identical to the crap I hear from the liberal, MSM, talking heads. As if they gave up thinking for mimicking those smarter than themselves. The reality is, they're all as dumb as a sack of hammers.
Most liberals by now know we won't give up our guns so they came up with a compromise. A new law (as if we don't have enough already) requiring background checks to make sure the bad guys can't buy one. I heard a liperal on the radio today explaining how this brainstorm of a plan will work. He said criminals won't buy one if they have to be checked so the only place they can go is the underground market and those gun prices are at least three times higher and before long, the bad guys won't have any guns because they cost too much and there won't be enough to go around.
Is that the way most liberals think? I mean, OMFG! I know retarded people who can punch holes in that theory, and they expect average Americans to buy this load of horse shit? Really? Really? REALLY???
After Bush shredding the constitution, followed by O'bummer to finish us off, it seems the 2nd amendment is the only advantage we have left and the only thing keeping Uncle Sam from going postal on our asses.
So, who's pushing this anti-gun, carbon footprint, save the children, save the planet, save the oil, lunatics who can't tell the difference between freedom of choice and freedom from choice, agenda?
Do I have to say it?
I'll give you a hint. These are the people who have been asking the same stupid question for months. "Why would anyone need an assault rifle with a hundred round magazine?" To which my answer is... Why does anyone want a corvette? Why would anyone want to go out for dinner? Why would anyone want to look at porn? Because it's rock n roll fun, you liberal asshole! Go listen to some folk music, hippy, and stay out of politics.
Look, I know some of you out there are liberals. Some are republicans. Who's kiddin who? There's a cross section of humanity representing every race and religion on the planet reading this and I truly respect every one of you and I'll stand up and defend your right to say or do anything you want with every fiber of my being. I may disagree with you but I'll still fight for your rights.
That said, I'll make you a deal. I won't push for laws forcing you to unwillingly carry a gun if you don't push for laws to limit what little freedoms I have left. Deal?
Monday, April 08, 2013
orgonite self improvement
I was talking with my neighbor about the relationship between manifestation and the alpha brain waves produced when in a meditative state. We threw things back and forth about karmic rules and limits and the subject of self curing came up. She believes only exercise and proper nutrition can burn fat, increase muscle tone, and cure disease, while I feel the same results can be achieved through a properly placed intent. After all, our personal bodies are closer to home than anything else and if a simple intent can get my asshole of a boss to find another job, self improvement should be a walk in the park.
Australian Psychologist Alan Richardson made a little experiment. He took a group of basketball players, divided them in 3 groups and tested each player’s ability to make free throws. The first group would practice 20 minutes every day. The second would only visualize themselves making free throws, but no real practice was allowed. The third one would not practice or visualize.
The results were astounding. There was significant improvement on the group that only visualized; they were almost as good as the guys who actually practiced.
But what about making an intent without visualization? Could a simple request manifest reality without constant mental gymnastics to make it so? Can a well placed intention work like switching on a program and let it run on it's own in the background? I decided to find out.
The next day, I held my hands in Jupiter 2's orgone energy field and made the intent to lose thirty pounds and increase positive health. I've maintained a consistent 200 lbs for the last 15 years and figured any weight loss should indicate success.
That was two months ago and I forgot the intent as soon as I made it. I didn't attempt to adjust any part of my lifestyle and went through life as I always had with constant snacking between semi-regular meals and a total lack of conventional exercise. A lifetime of using my body as a tool, working with hot steel, cold concrete, and horrible outdoor weather conditions left me with a train wreck of a lower back and chiropractors as my primary physicians, with the majority of my work days spent in the vertical position.
Only when I bent over to pick up my pen did I realize I had a freedom of movement I haven't felt in years. No pressure or back pain no matter how many times I bent at the waist. It wasn't until I started getting compliments from acquaintances about my appearance that got me to look into this.
It wasn't the flexibility of my lower back as much as the lack of restriction and I realized the layers of accumulated fat between my abdominal muscles and internal organs must have reduced while I wasn't looking. Picture a bathroom door where the door knob hits the wall when you open it. Put a basketball behind the door and it puts pressure on the hinges, just as easily as a lever can let you lift a car. Now I know what my chiropractor meant when he suggested I lose a few pounds. It wasn't the extra weight but the restriction it had on my lower back hinge.
I thought about this and remembered the original intent I made months ago. I was shocked to discover I lost 20 lbs and looked at my diet for some answers. Pizza, stromboli, calzone, BBQ ribs, Italian meats and cheese, kielbossi, cheeseburgers, ice cream, Chinese buffets, rum, fried chicken, custard pies, and the occasional cake, were all consumed in abundance with my appetites dictating the next meal. My all day, in-between meal snacks consisted of dried Italian meats, celery, raw cabbage, olives, smoked kielbossi, ham, and just about any kind of finger food I could fit in a container with lots of sea salt. Let's just say my appetites were in a constant state of abundant satisfaction.
The only thing different from the intent I made two months ago was the addition of two nutrients, magnesium oxide and green coffee extract, in doses too low to make this kind of impact in such a short period of time. Even finding these nutrients and the compulsion to try them falls within the time frame of the original intent, as if being guided in that direction. All I know is, each day I stand naked in front of the full length mirror reinforces the idea that something dramatic is going on and it's not a conscientious effort. It's not just the loss of restrictive fat with increased mobility but a feeling of full body improvement on a daily basis. I feel taller, quicker, and mentally sharper than before and I can't help thinking if a simple request can bring these kinds of results, how hard can it be to re-write DNA to eliminate all disease?
Can it be that simple?
Australian Psychologist Alan Richardson made a little experiment. He took a group of basketball players, divided them in 3 groups and tested each player’s ability to make free throws. The first group would practice 20 minutes every day. The second would only visualize themselves making free throws, but no real practice was allowed. The third one would not practice or visualize.
The results were astounding. There was significant improvement on the group that only visualized; they were almost as good as the guys who actually practiced.
But what about making an intent without visualization? Could a simple request manifest reality without constant mental gymnastics to make it so? Can a well placed intention work like switching on a program and let it run on it's own in the background? I decided to find out.
The next day, I held my hands in Jupiter 2's orgone energy field and made the intent to lose thirty pounds and increase positive health. I've maintained a consistent 200 lbs for the last 15 years and figured any weight loss should indicate success.
That was two months ago and I forgot the intent as soon as I made it. I didn't attempt to adjust any part of my lifestyle and went through life as I always had with constant snacking between semi-regular meals and a total lack of conventional exercise. A lifetime of using my body as a tool, working with hot steel, cold concrete, and horrible outdoor weather conditions left me with a train wreck of a lower back and chiropractors as my primary physicians, with the majority of my work days spent in the vertical position.
Only when I bent over to pick up my pen did I realize I had a freedom of movement I haven't felt in years. No pressure or back pain no matter how many times I bent at the waist. It wasn't until I started getting compliments from acquaintances about my appearance that got me to look into this.
It wasn't the flexibility of my lower back as much as the lack of restriction and I realized the layers of accumulated fat between my abdominal muscles and internal organs must have reduced while I wasn't looking. Picture a bathroom door where the door knob hits the wall when you open it. Put a basketball behind the door and it puts pressure on the hinges, just as easily as a lever can let you lift a car. Now I know what my chiropractor meant when he suggested I lose a few pounds. It wasn't the extra weight but the restriction it had on my lower back hinge.
I thought about this and remembered the original intent I made months ago. I was shocked to discover I lost 20 lbs and looked at my diet for some answers. Pizza, stromboli, calzone, BBQ ribs, Italian meats and cheese, kielbossi, cheeseburgers, ice cream, Chinese buffets, rum, fried chicken, custard pies, and the occasional cake, were all consumed in abundance with my appetites dictating the next meal. My all day, in-between meal snacks consisted of dried Italian meats, celery, raw cabbage, olives, smoked kielbossi, ham, and just about any kind of finger food I could fit in a container with lots of sea salt. Let's just say my appetites were in a constant state of abundant satisfaction.
The only thing different from the intent I made two months ago was the addition of two nutrients, magnesium oxide and green coffee extract, in doses too low to make this kind of impact in such a short period of time. Even finding these nutrients and the compulsion to try them falls within the time frame of the original intent, as if being guided in that direction. All I know is, each day I stand naked in front of the full length mirror reinforces the idea that something dramatic is going on and it's not a conscientious effort. It's not just the loss of restrictive fat with increased mobility but a feeling of full body improvement on a daily basis. I feel taller, quicker, and mentally sharper than before and I can't help thinking if a simple request can bring these kinds of results, how hard can it be to re-write DNA to eliminate all disease?
Can it be that simple?
Tuesday, April 02, 2013
absinthe experiment #1
It's one thing to theorize about how absinthe can release inhibitions and another to prove it through experimentation. What better way than to gather a group of unsuspecting drinkers for an absinthe party and study the results?
I never intended to use this gathering of people as test subjects and I never considered studying the results, which makes this experiment all the more credible because I had no preconceived notions as to what to expect. It was simply a party with a case of absinthe as the offered drink, followed up by inputs and observations from the people in attendance. Not everyone was drinking absinthe, which made the absinthe abstainers serve as a base-line average to compare with those who invoked the green fairy. The results were interesting, to say the least.
The absinthe was produced using the original Pernod recipe with the addition of a larger quantity of wormwood, giving it a higher thujone count than even Czech absinthe. The proof was 160, reduced to 45 to 50 proof by addition of ice water, which made the alcohol content equivalent to a stiff highball. The primary difference was the selection of herbs.
The day after, I was told there was some extremely stupid talk from the absinthe drinkers that could only come from a total lack of social filtering. I've been to countless parties fueled by booze of every variety and found myself in situations where massive quantities of alcohol washed away all inhibitions but I've never seen a collective transformation this dramatic in such a short time. I won't give all the details of what happened that night because there are some things best left unmentioned and I'm pretty sure I know more about what happened and everyone else just has only a few bits and pieces. I noticed only those who drank the absinthe dropped the walls of conventionality and took all the craziness in stride. Only the wine, whiskey, and rum drinkers, the baseline average, found offense to such extreme, unbridled openness.
This experience got me thinking about cabaret life in the good ol' absinthe days when all those uninhibited artists, writers, can-can dancers, and ordinary people got together to wallow in unrestrained freedom. Under such conditions, everyone's true self emerged and no one cast judgement. Social restraints were put aside and unconventionality was the norm. No wonder the world changed.
Our politically correct 21st century has conditioned us to be something we're not. Homemakers became domestic engineers, garbage collectors became sanitary specialists, and people with handicaps became handiable and it was all taken as a big joke. When personnel directors became human resource managers I could see where all of this was heading. We came to believe our made up titles that gave us a fake feeling of pride that defined us as what we do as opposed to who we are. Individual thought is replaced by group think and speaking your mind is acceptable as long as it falls within the guidelines of PC. We went from crime, to hate crime, to hate speech, and thought crime is in the works. Our social PC conditioning is so successful we almost lost the capacity for rational thought and have to look over our shoulders before telling a joke that might offend someone. Male and female co-workers are forced to treat each other as androgynous or lose their job from a mis-read compliment. We're no longer individuals but just another resource to be replaced as easily as changing a light bulb and the threat of poverty keeps us in line.
This careful conditioning succeeded in creating in each of us a social personality acceptable to be shown in public. A facade personality with a set of fake values and fake thought processes constructed by you with elements of your personality that falls within the strict guidelines of the newly established norms of conditioned society. Our original personality, formed by thoughts, emotions, and experiences of our personal lives, is still there as a running program but submerged and hidden from view, like the crazy uncle you keep locked in the basement.
The PC facade personality might say, "I'm not a racist." While the original, submerged, core personality might say, "I'll never let my daughter marry a (insert race or national origin)." Two diametrically opposed statements, equally valid and believed as truth, from the same person. Hmmmm.... Sounds a little like multiple personality disorder to me. George Orwell might call it double-think. Add some major trauma, like 911, and you could possibly compartmentalize these separate personalities to operate as master/slave hard drives on your computer. Kinda smacks of MK ULTRA, don't it?
Anyway... It seems drinking absinthe has the unique ability to temporarily erase inhibitions, override our social programming, release our submerged personalities, and expose our true self, free from social restraints. Imagine a cabaret filled with artists, writers, royals, and commons swilling absinthe and partying like equals while the can-can dancers are flashing bare legs to the unbridled, cheering crowd as the band plays faster and louder. Everyone is drinking absinthe and nothing is too bizarre for this crowd. Sounds like some of the parties I participated in before everyone got so serious about everything.
Keep in mind, the age of absinthe was the age of Freud and the belief that man's core personality was an irrational, violent brute bent on mob rule and self destruction and had to be controlled through psychoanalysis and conditioning. Of course, Freud was an idiot but his ideas scared the hell out of the ruling class and absinthe was the monkey wrench in the machine and was soon outlawed. Besides, man's nature isn't the brute Freud believed but a spiritual being with the capacity to grow, adapt, and recreate the universe at will. It's this soul, this dormant personality that drives man to the stars. It's also what distinguishes a free man, as opposed to a slave.
Judging from my limited observations, it appears absinthe not only lowers inhibitions but deconstructs social conditioning, eliminating guilt and its ugly handmaiden, shame. Appropriate guilt can function as social glue, spurring one to make reparations for wrongs. Excessive dwelling about one's failures, however, is a surefire recipe for resentment and depression.
Know anyone on meds for depression?
It's just my humble opinion, but I can't help thinking absinthe does the same as orgonite. It wakes you up, frees your soul, and uncovers vistas you never knew existed. Absinthe is much more than the sum of it's parts and the effect it has on human brain chemistry is nothing short of instant, fluid enlightenment.
Anyone up for a little experimentation?
I never intended to use this gathering of people as test subjects and I never considered studying the results, which makes this experiment all the more credible because I had no preconceived notions as to what to expect. It was simply a party with a case of absinthe as the offered drink, followed up by inputs and observations from the people in attendance. Not everyone was drinking absinthe, which made the absinthe abstainers serve as a base-line average to compare with those who invoked the green fairy. The results were interesting, to say the least.
The absinthe was produced using the original Pernod recipe with the addition of a larger quantity of wormwood, giving it a higher thujone count than even Czech absinthe. The proof was 160, reduced to 45 to 50 proof by addition of ice water, which made the alcohol content equivalent to a stiff highball. The primary difference was the selection of herbs.
The day after, I was told there was some extremely stupid talk from the absinthe drinkers that could only come from a total lack of social filtering. I've been to countless parties fueled by booze of every variety and found myself in situations where massive quantities of alcohol washed away all inhibitions but I've never seen a collective transformation this dramatic in such a short time. I won't give all the details of what happened that night because there are some things best left unmentioned and I'm pretty sure I know more about what happened and everyone else just has only a few bits and pieces. I noticed only those who drank the absinthe dropped the walls of conventionality and took all the craziness in stride. Only the wine, whiskey, and rum drinkers, the baseline average, found offense to such extreme, unbridled openness.
This experience got me thinking about cabaret life in the good ol' absinthe days when all those uninhibited artists, writers, can-can dancers, and ordinary people got together to wallow in unrestrained freedom. Under such conditions, everyone's true self emerged and no one cast judgement. Social restraints were put aside and unconventionality was the norm. No wonder the world changed.
Our politically correct 21st century has conditioned us to be something we're not. Homemakers became domestic engineers, garbage collectors became sanitary specialists, and people with handicaps became handiable and it was all taken as a big joke. When personnel directors became human resource managers I could see where all of this was heading. We came to believe our made up titles that gave us a fake feeling of pride that defined us as what we do as opposed to who we are. Individual thought is replaced by group think and speaking your mind is acceptable as long as it falls within the guidelines of PC. We went from crime, to hate crime, to hate speech, and thought crime is in the works. Our social PC conditioning is so successful we almost lost the capacity for rational thought and have to look over our shoulders before telling a joke that might offend someone. Male and female co-workers are forced to treat each other as androgynous or lose their job from a mis-read compliment. We're no longer individuals but just another resource to be replaced as easily as changing a light bulb and the threat of poverty keeps us in line.
This careful conditioning succeeded in creating in each of us a social personality acceptable to be shown in public. A facade personality with a set of fake values and fake thought processes constructed by you with elements of your personality that falls within the strict guidelines of the newly established norms of conditioned society. Our original personality, formed by thoughts, emotions, and experiences of our personal lives, is still there as a running program but submerged and hidden from view, like the crazy uncle you keep locked in the basement.
The PC facade personality might say, "I'm not a racist." While the original, submerged, core personality might say, "I'll never let my daughter marry a (insert race or national origin)." Two diametrically opposed statements, equally valid and believed as truth, from the same person. Hmmmm.... Sounds a little like multiple personality disorder to me. George Orwell might call it double-think. Add some major trauma, like 911, and you could possibly compartmentalize these separate personalities to operate as master/slave hard drives on your computer. Kinda smacks of MK ULTRA, don't it?
Anyway... It seems drinking absinthe has the unique ability to temporarily erase inhibitions, override our social programming, release our submerged personalities, and expose our true self, free from social restraints. Imagine a cabaret filled with artists, writers, royals, and commons swilling absinthe and partying like equals while the can-can dancers are flashing bare legs to the unbridled, cheering crowd as the band plays faster and louder. Everyone is drinking absinthe and nothing is too bizarre for this crowd. Sounds like some of the parties I participated in before everyone got so serious about everything.
Keep in mind, the age of absinthe was the age of Freud and the belief that man's core personality was an irrational, violent brute bent on mob rule and self destruction and had to be controlled through psychoanalysis and conditioning. Of course, Freud was an idiot but his ideas scared the hell out of the ruling class and absinthe was the monkey wrench in the machine and was soon outlawed. Besides, man's nature isn't the brute Freud believed but a spiritual being with the capacity to grow, adapt, and recreate the universe at will. It's this soul, this dormant personality that drives man to the stars. It's also what distinguishes a free man, as opposed to a slave.
Judging from my limited observations, it appears absinthe not only lowers inhibitions but deconstructs social conditioning, eliminating guilt and its ugly handmaiden, shame. Appropriate guilt can function as social glue, spurring one to make reparations for wrongs. Excessive dwelling about one's failures, however, is a surefire recipe for resentment and depression.
Know anyone on meds for depression?
It's just my humble opinion, but I can't help thinking absinthe does the same as orgonite. It wakes you up, frees your soul, and uncovers vistas you never knew existed. Absinthe is much more than the sum of it's parts and the effect it has on human brain chemistry is nothing short of instant, fluid enlightenment.
Anyone up for a little experimentation?
Monday, April 01, 2013
going back to basics
My first attempt at making absinthe ended in putting the finish herbs of hyssop and melissa in the wrong container, resulting in a gallon of 150 proof green alcohol that tasted like fresh mowed hay. Although I successfully created a rather fine absinthe by putting the finish herbs in the proper jar, I was still stuck with a gallon of green alcohol that was neither here nor there and not knowing what to do with it, decided to store it out if sight in quart jars and wait for inspiration.
Well, this Easter morning the inspiration struck and I decided to make a quart of cough syrup from the green fluid. It suddenly occurred to me that before the FDA deemed natural medicines illegal, every cough syrup and cough drop contained Coltsfoot to suppress coughs. I know where to find Coltsfoot but since it's too early in the season, I opted to use a combination of Comfrey and Yerba Santa to soak in the green, 150 proof solution for about a week.
The Yerba Santa has been used by native Americans to clear bronchial passages and to relieve asthma. Smoking or drinking it in a tea works equally well, so infusing it in an alcohol based solution should be a no-brainer. The Comfrey just seemed to stick to my hands as I was going through my herbs, searching for my bag of Coltsfoot. I always knew Comfrey was good for skin problems, healing broken bones, and was primarily a topical medication but most herbalists don't recommend using it internally. I figured Comfrey was the ingredient I needed and the fact that it stayed in my left hand while searching for something else only proved my higher self had already done my thinking for me. Seems some research is in order.
"The FDA advises against taking Comfrey internally, due to the presence of trace amounts of pyrrolizidine alkaloids (PA's). In contrast, data published in the journal, Science, by noted biochemist Bruce Ames, Ph.D., of U.C. Berkeley, would indicate that Comfrey taken internally is less toxic or carcinogenic than an equivalent amount of beer. It is probably NOT wise to make Comfrey, or beer, a significant part of your regular diet for an extended period of time."
Call me a contrary, but if the FDA says the sky is blue I'll assume they're full of shit. These are the same people who say 35mg of vitamin C is enough for a day and Prozac is harmless. Besides, I drank enough beer in my life to send Scranton to rehab and beer isn't a significant part of my diet. It'll take more than the opinions of a bunch of bureaucratic, big pharma whores to throw a wet blanket on my inspiration campfire. The FDA mission statement is to ensure no natural substance shall have any credibility in the health care fields and they'd outlaw sunshine if they could get away with it. I'll get my information from sources in the know, thank you very much.
A little more research revealed the ancient Greeks used Comfrey internally as a digestive aid and Pliny the Elder praised it's use. At this point, I figured if a Greek can do it, I can do it. As it turns out, the Greeks were only the first to document the medicinal qualities of this amazing plant. Comfrey has been around for thousands of years as an internal as well as external curative and lots of guys through history, much smarter than the combined intelligence of the FDA, extolled the virtues of this marvelous plant. If it's good enough for Culpeper, it's good enough for me.
Perhaps the reason there's such a tremendous increase of respiratory illnesses, as well as every other illness known to man, is because the only medications on the market come from a test tube as low grade poisons that only provide temporary symptom relief instead of curing the problem.
I'll perform a few clinical trials next week.
Stay tuned.
Well, this Easter morning the inspiration struck and I decided to make a quart of cough syrup from the green fluid. It suddenly occurred to me that before the FDA deemed natural medicines illegal, every cough syrup and cough drop contained Coltsfoot to suppress coughs. I know where to find Coltsfoot but since it's too early in the season, I opted to use a combination of Comfrey and Yerba Santa to soak in the green, 150 proof solution for about a week.
The Yerba Santa has been used by native Americans to clear bronchial passages and to relieve asthma. Smoking or drinking it in a tea works equally well, so infusing it in an alcohol based solution should be a no-brainer. The Comfrey just seemed to stick to my hands as I was going through my herbs, searching for my bag of Coltsfoot. I always knew Comfrey was good for skin problems, healing broken bones, and was primarily a topical medication but most herbalists don't recommend using it internally. I figured Comfrey was the ingredient I needed and the fact that it stayed in my left hand while searching for something else only proved my higher self had already done my thinking for me. Seems some research is in order.
"The FDA advises against taking Comfrey internally, due to the presence of trace amounts of pyrrolizidine alkaloids (PA's). In contrast, data published in the journal, Science, by noted biochemist Bruce Ames, Ph.D., of U.C. Berkeley, would indicate that Comfrey taken internally is less toxic or carcinogenic than an equivalent amount of beer. It is probably NOT wise to make Comfrey, or beer, a significant part of your regular diet for an extended period of time."
Call me a contrary, but if the FDA says the sky is blue I'll assume they're full of shit. These are the same people who say 35mg of vitamin C is enough for a day and Prozac is harmless. Besides, I drank enough beer in my life to send Scranton to rehab and beer isn't a significant part of my diet. It'll take more than the opinions of a bunch of bureaucratic, big pharma whores to throw a wet blanket on my inspiration campfire. The FDA mission statement is to ensure no natural substance shall have any credibility in the health care fields and they'd outlaw sunshine if they could get away with it. I'll get my information from sources in the know, thank you very much.
A little more research revealed the ancient Greeks used Comfrey internally as a digestive aid and Pliny the Elder praised it's use. At this point, I figured if a Greek can do it, I can do it. As it turns out, the Greeks were only the first to document the medicinal qualities of this amazing plant. Comfrey has been around for thousands of years as an internal as well as external curative and lots of guys through history, much smarter than the combined intelligence of the FDA, extolled the virtues of this marvelous plant. If it's good enough for Culpeper, it's good enough for me.
Perhaps the reason there's such a tremendous increase of respiratory illnesses, as well as every other illness known to man, is because the only medications on the market come from a test tube as low grade poisons that only provide temporary symptom relief instead of curing the problem.
I'll perform a few clinical trials next week.
Stay tuned.
Tuesday, March 26, 2013
JBS prophesies
Way back in the mid 70's I was at the fair with a bunch of friends. As we walked from one place to another, I got sidetracked by a John Birch Society stand. I looked over some of their material and asked a few questions about their organization and what they stand for and was getting some straightforward answers to my questions. Just then, my friend, Ray came and said, "Hey man, get away from them. They're the enemy." Ray was a good guy but I questioned why a college student, such as himself, would be so opposed to information of any kind, especially if it had to do with knowing who your enemy was. All I knew was the Birchers were extreme conservatives and Ray was getting a liberal education from tenured professors who taught how Davy Crocket was never at the Alamo and Castro got a raw deal. Ray voted for Humphrey, married a Mexican girl, and became a prison warden after graduating college.
Just cause you go to college doesn't mean you know anything.
Just cause you go to college doesn't mean you know anything.
Saturday, March 23, 2013
spring morning reality check
The first time I saw this I wondered if there were similar discussions in Rome before the barbarians paid them a visit and turned their empire into a footnote.
Tuesday, February 12, 2013
absinthe from an undisclosed location
Many years ago I saw the movie Madam X, staring Lana Turner. The plot line was she married an upper crust guy and her mother in law forced her to change her identity and disappear, where she roamed the world in a drunken haze of despair. Her drink of choice was absinthe and toward the end of the movie she confessed to being an absinthe addict. She spent a lot of time guzzling the stuff in Mexico, implying absinthe was still legal there.
Considering Lana Turner was a long time absinthe addict, she seemed ok without it. A few bags under the eyes and an obvious tired look about her but she still had a memory and looked pretty hot for an old lady. I asked my father if he could get some of this stuff so I could try it and he said it's against the law and can't be had. Bummer. What was it about this absinthe that separated it from regular alcohol? Where are the beer addicts, gin addicts, or rum addicts? What would possess the world's governments to get together and ban one specific type of alcohol?
Madam X had the worlds best alcohol at her fingertips, from Dom Perignon to Viennese rum and money was no object. She could globe trot anywhere she wanted, in relative luxury, but ended up in Mexico, presumably because absinthe was available. Why would she prefer absinthe as her drink of choice, knowing it was addictive and almost impossible to get?
This was the first time I heard of absinthe and before the movie was over I wondered how a young boy, such as myself, could manage a trip to Mexico for a taste of this apparently, awesome stuff.
This was the beginning of my mild obsession with absinthe and one way or another, no matter how long it takes, I'm getting some. Since absinthe was illegal, I was left with either getting it through underground sources or making it myself. Not being very motivated to do either of these options, I settled on learning what I could and bide my time until the opportunity to try this stuff presented itself.
In the mid 1800's absinthe was THE drink and took over the whole industry. Gin and vodka sales plummeted while absinthe distilleries went into overtime to keep up with demand. So, why was it suddenly made illegal? Rumors of Van Gogh slicing his ear off with a razor, after one of many absinthe toots, suggested it made you crazy. Vince was crazy long before absinthe but what about the rest of the artists of that period, that changed the world for the better, without cutting off body parts? Art, music, and literature were all stretching the limits of innovation and creativity and absinthe was right there fueling the inspirational fire. If not for the absinthe swilling, literary giants, extolling the virtues of the green fairy and keeping the mystique alive, this amazing fluid would have vanished through the mists of time.
Thujone is the substance in wormwood that gives absinthe that distinctive character and credited as the creative trigger. Pernod is absinthe without wormwood and that stuff might put you on the floor but it'll never make you fly. Ouzo emerged as an absinthe substitute, replacing wormwood with opium to make it legal. Never mind that ordinary garden sage contains more thujone than wormwood or that opium is a narcotic. Absinthe was the root of all evil and had to go.
By all accounts, absinthe seems to reduce inhibitions while increasing individual awareness. It's becoming clear why the powers that be had to make this stuff illegal. An open and aware population won't make good slaves and, one by one, the nations of the world banned absinthe. By 1915 the US, and most of Europe, made absinthe unobtainable, just in time for the first world war, followed by a constant and continual, world-wide, never ending flow of suffering and mass slaughter lasting a hundred years with no end in sight. Coincidence? All the more reason to get my hands on this stuff.
The 1990's saw a revival of absinthe and by the early 21st century there were more than 200 distilleries producing absinthe. Of course, the US just had to screw things up by regulating food and beverages that contained wormwood must be thujone free and the importation, distribution, and sale of absinthe with a thujone count higher than 10 parts per million was strictly prohibited and subject to seizure at the discretion of customs.
Pardon my French but that really fuckin sucks! Land of the free, my ass. Sixty bucks a bottle for some over-priced Sambuca knock-off with a fancy label and artificial green tint makes me want to take a baseball bat and go Carrie Nation on their bureaucratic asses. The only way an American can get a taste of the real thing is to go to Europe and drink it there or know someone in US Customs. Thanks to the EU, you can go to any country in Europe and buy real absinthe but the land of the free, home of the brave, U.S. of fuckin A bureaucrats regulate the shit out of anything and everything that comes close to quality or simply ban it for less than bullshit reasons, while China floods us with lead paint toys and anti-freeze dog food. Decades of patiently waiting for the green fairy, only to have Uncle Sam offer me a bottle of thujone-free absinthe with a sixty dollar price tag, left me with a bad taste in my mouth and disdain for my nanny state government keepers. Yeah, I'll take that bottle and shove the broken end up your red, white, and blue ass, motha fucka. Thanks for nuthin.
“I was not designed to be forced. I will breathe after my own fashion. Let us see who is the strongest.”
― Henry David Thoreau, On the Duty of Civil Disobedience
If you want something done right, do it yourself. Without going into too much detail, I collected the equipment, procured the herbs, made some mistakes, did some corrections, got my ducks in a row, and created, what I consider to be, a duplicate of the absinthe Henri-Louis Pernod produced in the late 1700's, with an estimated thujone count of 40ppm.
The traditional method to prepare absinthe consists of dripping ice water over a sugar cube suspended over the absinthe, in a 1:3 ratio, developing an opalescent louche of somewhat milky fluid with hints of mother of pearl green. This final step alters the chemical structure to release the green fairy, a muse believed to inspire creativity and heighten awareness. Absinthe is a relatively unpalatable, high proof, bitter concoction that requires dilution to transform this noxious fluid to an oral symphony in a class of it's own.
The complex herbal layers leaves a delicious, lasting impression on the taste buds and I could see how seductive the green fairy was to anyone who drank it. No hallucinations, madness, or drunken insanity but it triggered a wave of creativity that resulted in a bottle and label design and an abandonment of my company's dress code, wearing jeans to work instead of slacks. Along with the jeans came an emotion frowned upon by the corporate world but relished by me... Defiance.
The effects from absinthe are somewhat interesting. The complex herbal extracts in combination with alcohol seem to alter brain waves toward alpha, 9 to 14 cycles per second. The same alpha brain waves we experience in a state of meditation, sitting in a garden, or standing too close to my orgone field generator. Alpha is also the primary brain wave operating in six year old humans when learning languages, social skills, tying their shoes, learning to share, mathematics, and everything else rapidly learned at that age that serves as the foundation of what they become as adults.
More study needs to be done on this stuff but I suspect drinking absinthe chemically amplifies alpha brain waves, allowing manifestation of personal intent by a temporary elimination of inhibitions and dropping the walls of social conditioning.
Absinthe seems to be a remnant from the alchemical days before man-made chemicals replaced natural sources as medicine. Although the natural method is gaining popularity, the US is still heavily controlled by allopathic medicine and the pharmaceutical industry that drives it. It's a minor miracle absinthe made a come back after being banned for a hundred years and it's reemergence only came about from the coalescing of individual nations into a one world government with one-size-fits-all laws. Thujone is still heavily regulated in absinthe but those laws will change as the door opens wider.
We can't have a one world order full of creative, highly aware people and still maintain a police state. Perhaps absinthe is one of many corrective actions by the universe to counter tyranny and help steer us toward enlightenment.
At least my mild, decades long obsession has been satisfied and I can see why Madam X was so fond of Mexico.
Considering Lana Turner was a long time absinthe addict, she seemed ok without it. A few bags under the eyes and an obvious tired look about her but she still had a memory and looked pretty hot for an old lady. I asked my father if he could get some of this stuff so I could try it and he said it's against the law and can't be had. Bummer. What was it about this absinthe that separated it from regular alcohol? Where are the beer addicts, gin addicts, or rum addicts? What would possess the world's governments to get together and ban one specific type of alcohol?
Madam X had the worlds best alcohol at her fingertips, from Dom Perignon to Viennese rum and money was no object. She could globe trot anywhere she wanted, in relative luxury, but ended up in Mexico, presumably because absinthe was available. Why would she prefer absinthe as her drink of choice, knowing it was addictive and almost impossible to get?
This was the first time I heard of absinthe and before the movie was over I wondered how a young boy, such as myself, could manage a trip to Mexico for a taste of this apparently, awesome stuff.
This was the beginning of my mild obsession with absinthe and one way or another, no matter how long it takes, I'm getting some. Since absinthe was illegal, I was left with either getting it through underground sources or making it myself. Not being very motivated to do either of these options, I settled on learning what I could and bide my time until the opportunity to try this stuff presented itself.
In the mid 1800's absinthe was THE drink and took over the whole industry. Gin and vodka sales plummeted while absinthe distilleries went into overtime to keep up with demand. So, why was it suddenly made illegal? Rumors of Van Gogh slicing his ear off with a razor, after one of many absinthe toots, suggested it made you crazy. Vince was crazy long before absinthe but what about the rest of the artists of that period, that changed the world for the better, without cutting off body parts? Art, music, and literature were all stretching the limits of innovation and creativity and absinthe was right there fueling the inspirational fire. If not for the absinthe swilling, literary giants, extolling the virtues of the green fairy and keeping the mystique alive, this amazing fluid would have vanished through the mists of time.
Thujone is the substance in wormwood that gives absinthe that distinctive character and credited as the creative trigger. Pernod is absinthe without wormwood and that stuff might put you on the floor but it'll never make you fly. Ouzo emerged as an absinthe substitute, replacing wormwood with opium to make it legal. Never mind that ordinary garden sage contains more thujone than wormwood or that opium is a narcotic. Absinthe was the root of all evil and had to go.
By all accounts, absinthe seems to reduce inhibitions while increasing individual awareness. It's becoming clear why the powers that be had to make this stuff illegal. An open and aware population won't make good slaves and, one by one, the nations of the world banned absinthe. By 1915 the US, and most of Europe, made absinthe unobtainable, just in time for the first world war, followed by a constant and continual, world-wide, never ending flow of suffering and mass slaughter lasting a hundred years with no end in sight. Coincidence? All the more reason to get my hands on this stuff.
The 1990's saw a revival of absinthe and by the early 21st century there were more than 200 distilleries producing absinthe. Of course, the US just had to screw things up by regulating food and beverages that contained wormwood must be thujone free and the importation, distribution, and sale of absinthe with a thujone count higher than 10 parts per million was strictly prohibited and subject to seizure at the discretion of customs.
Pardon my French but that really fuckin sucks! Land of the free, my ass. Sixty bucks a bottle for some over-priced Sambuca knock-off with a fancy label and artificial green tint makes me want to take a baseball bat and go Carrie Nation on their bureaucratic asses. The only way an American can get a taste of the real thing is to go to Europe and drink it there or know someone in US Customs. Thanks to the EU, you can go to any country in Europe and buy real absinthe but the land of the free, home of the brave, U.S. of fuckin A bureaucrats regulate the shit out of anything and everything that comes close to quality or simply ban it for less than bullshit reasons, while China floods us with lead paint toys and anti-freeze dog food. Decades of patiently waiting for the green fairy, only to have Uncle Sam offer me a bottle of thujone-free absinthe with a sixty dollar price tag, left me with a bad taste in my mouth and disdain for my nanny state government keepers. Yeah, I'll take that bottle and shove the broken end up your red, white, and blue ass, motha fucka. Thanks for nuthin.
“I was not designed to be forced. I will breathe after my own fashion. Let us see who is the strongest.”
― Henry David Thoreau, On the Duty of Civil Disobedience
If you want something done right, do it yourself. Without going into too much detail, I collected the equipment, procured the herbs, made some mistakes, did some corrections, got my ducks in a row, and created, what I consider to be, a duplicate of the absinthe Henri-Louis Pernod produced in the late 1700's, with an estimated thujone count of 40ppm.
The traditional method to prepare absinthe consists of dripping ice water over a sugar cube suspended over the absinthe, in a 1:3 ratio, developing an opalescent louche of somewhat milky fluid with hints of mother of pearl green. This final step alters the chemical structure to release the green fairy, a muse believed to inspire creativity and heighten awareness. Absinthe is a relatively unpalatable, high proof, bitter concoction that requires dilution to transform this noxious fluid to an oral symphony in a class of it's own.
The complex herbal layers leaves a delicious, lasting impression on the taste buds and I could see how seductive the green fairy was to anyone who drank it. No hallucinations, madness, or drunken insanity but it triggered a wave of creativity that resulted in a bottle and label design and an abandonment of my company's dress code, wearing jeans to work instead of slacks. Along with the jeans came an emotion frowned upon by the corporate world but relished by me... Defiance.
The effects from absinthe are somewhat interesting. The complex herbal extracts in combination with alcohol seem to alter brain waves toward alpha, 9 to 14 cycles per second. The same alpha brain waves we experience in a state of meditation, sitting in a garden, or standing too close to my orgone field generator. Alpha is also the primary brain wave operating in six year old humans when learning languages, social skills, tying their shoes, learning to share, mathematics, and everything else rapidly learned at that age that serves as the foundation of what they become as adults.
More study needs to be done on this stuff but I suspect drinking absinthe chemically amplifies alpha brain waves, allowing manifestation of personal intent by a temporary elimination of inhibitions and dropping the walls of social conditioning.
Absinthe seems to be a remnant from the alchemical days before man-made chemicals replaced natural sources as medicine. Although the natural method is gaining popularity, the US is still heavily controlled by allopathic medicine and the pharmaceutical industry that drives it. It's a minor miracle absinthe made a come back after being banned for a hundred years and it's reemergence only came about from the coalescing of individual nations into a one world government with one-size-fits-all laws. Thujone is still heavily regulated in absinthe but those laws will change as the door opens wider.
We can't have a one world order full of creative, highly aware people and still maintain a police state. Perhaps absinthe is one of many corrective actions by the universe to counter tyranny and help steer us toward enlightenment.
At least my mild, decades long obsession has been satisfied and I can see why Madam X was so fond of Mexico.
Thursday, January 31, 2013
Sunday, January 20, 2013
Sunday, January 13, 2013
guns, guns, guns
It's a new year and the gun grabbers are going full tilt boogie in their campaign to disarm the American public and eliminate the 2nd amendment. The mainstream news media is pushing hard to convince the public that taking away our guns is the only way save our children and move forward as a civilized society. As if crazy people and criminals obey laws.
Personally, I don't know a single person who believes disarming the public will reduce crime. Even those who have no desire to own a gun are opposed to the idea of putting a sign in their front window saying their house is gun free. Quite the opposite, many people living in remote areas or bad parts of town display fake security system signs or a picture of a revolver with the slogan, security by Smith and Weston. Even the loudest and most influential of this gun grabbing elite have carry permits, armed body guards, and unregistered weapons for self protection. Nancy Pelosi has two handguns and she's one of the loudest ant-gun hypocrites pushing to disarm law abiding citizens. Everyone knows, even dyed-in-the-wool liberals, when you outlaw firearms only outlaws will have firearms.
History tells us the last step to take over a nation is to take away their guns. Hitler, Stalin and countless despots just like them, instituted gun control, followed by gun confiscation as a final step before rolling in the tanks. It's a little known fact the Japanese considered launching a full scale attack on America's mainland in WWII but perished that plan because every American citizen was armed to the teeth and very eager to defend their turf with some very heavy civilian resistance. Imagine what the history books would say if the general population was unarmed and had to rely on the less than adequate US defenses before the war machine kicked in. Has anyone ever wondered why the US has never been invaded? Has anyone ever wondered why gun control is saturating the news lately?
This latest gun grab effort is simply one of many facets of the Hegelian/Marxist dialectic that's been reconstructing our society for generations by creating a problem, showing an opposition to that problem and after debate, committees, and public outrage about how someone has to do something, they present the solution they were aiming for in the first place.
For example: If (A) my idea of freedom conflicts with (B) your idea of freedom then (C) neither of us can be free until everyone agrees to be a slave.
Today this Hegelian dialectic is active in every political issue that
encourages taking sides. We can see it in environmentalists
instigating conflicts against private property owners, in
democrats against republicans, in greens against
libertarians, in communists against socialists, in neo-cons
against traditional conservatives, in community activists
against individuals, in pro-choice versus pro-life, in
Christians against Muslims, in isolationists versus
interventionists, in peace activists against war hawks. No
matter what the issue, the invisible dialectic aims to
control both the conflict and the resolution of differences,
and leads everyone involved into a new cycle of conflicts.
What we're witnessing in this latest gun grab attempt is the Hegelian dialectic in action by creating a problem, showing an opposite and equally retarded scenario, and compromising on a solution nobody wants but accepts because it was formulated by sham committees to give it the look of democratic legitimacy.
Has anyone ever wondered why we only have two sanctioned political parties in this country? Why it's always one single group at odds against another single group? It's more than divide and conquer. It's the implementation of a simple formula to steer public opinion to a predetermined outcome, one step at a time, having no one to blame but ourselves because we made the collective decision to trade our freedoms for slavery through controlled groupthink by way of the mainstream media.
The implementation of false flag operations has been successfully used to alter public opinion for many years. Pearl Harbor, the Gulf of Tonkin, and 911 were successful in getting us all fired up about kicking some global ass. Japan, Vietnam, and Muslims were all single components in this formula with war as the solution. This formula works so well, false flag operations are set up and employed in other areas of our lives with such subtlety we never see it coming.
The Sandy Hook shootings was one such false flag operation to open the door for gun control. The shootings never happened. The people interviewed were actors and it was a controlled reality show drama from the beginning. Columbine was also a staged event, as was the Aurora movie theater massacre, the Gabrielle Gifford shooting, and many other events designed to look like the real thing. I saw Gifford the first time she went to congress after the shooting and rehab and I'll be damned if I could see any indication she was shot in the head. I saw parents of dead children laughing and joking before interviews, not realizing the cameras were on. I saw Wall Street protestors in one news clip only to show up in other scenes playing cops, politicians, eye witnesses, or faces in the crowd at other publicized events. These are actors with makeup and lighting to alter their appearance with scripted lines for the camera. These witness actors set the tone with pre-writen details of events for the media as undeniable truth. Early televised interviews with fabricated details provide the foundation that becomes the official version and anything differing from this version is dismissed or never reported. 911 had many of these script reading actors in the streets of New York providing fake details and observations to every news agency on the scene with a calm and directed ease that only seasoned performers could pull off while mass confusion, chaos, and trauma engulfed the area. These calm and cool actors provided the details which became the official government version of 911 with no room for doubt.
Why can't Sandy Hook be a hoax? I saw Obama on TV wiping a fake tear with his middle finger. I saw a father of a murdered child joking and laughing and then shake it off, take a few deep breaths, get into character, and pretend to fight back the tears with dryer eyes than Obama. This is the kind of acting we see on soap operas, not in real life. Losing a child is the worst kind of hell you can imagine and talking about your recently murdered child with such tearless, calm resolve is totally unrealistic and an insult to any parent put in that situation. Of course, the raw footage was edited and showed only a distraught father describing how wonderful his daughter was and this was one day after the shooting. I saw a lot of interviews of parents with dead kids from this hoax. I saw lots of bad acting but not a single tear from the bunch. No bloodshot eyes from crying, no sniffing running noses, no look of grief stricken sadness, and no tear soaked faces in hands. If this isn't a hoax, Newtown, Connecticut must be populated by zombie psychopaths with a severe lack of human emotions.
It gets better... Newtown, Connecticut is also the east coast hub for the Church of Satan. Yeah, no shit! These are the people who think kidnapping, mind control experiments, and child sacrifice rituals are cool. Stephen Barton, Aurora theater shooting survivor, lives five miles from the Sandy Hook school. He was home when the hoax happened and is now living in New York pushing for extensive gun control with mayor Bloomberg. Nancy Lanza, teacher at Sandy Hook elementary and mother of the alleged killer, was found dead in her home before they identified her son. The school's website lists the teachers and administrators by name and Nancy Lanza is not listed. After the authorities found Adam's mom they found his destroyed computers, effectively rendering any information retrieval useless. The long gun the shooter used to kill all those kids was found in the trunk of his car after he shot himself. There were at least four men fleeing the scene shortly after the murders. One caught outside the school, one in the woods, and two in a van. It has now been verified in an audio clip reviewed by theintelhub.com that,
at the very least, police officers on the day of the shooting believed
that there were multiple suspects fleeing the scene in a purple van
wearing ski masks and, possibly, nun outfits. Hurricane Sandy, Sandy Hook, NJ, Sandy Hook shooting, an island in the Pacific named Sandy that mysteriously disappeared, and the Aurora Batman movie showing a map and section of Gotham City named Sandy Hook, waiting for destruction, all happening in a few short months. As anyone who knows anything about Batman can tell you, Gotham City is the comic book name for New York City, just 79 miles from the Sandy Hook shooting.
(Just a side note... the next hurricane that will come along is named Draco. Hmmm...)
“The probability of a certain set of circumstances coming together in a
meaningful (or tragic) way is so low that it simply cannot be considered
mere coincidence. ”
― V.C. King
― V.C. King
At a time when everyone has the ability to instantly record events as they happen, it's hard to make a cover story stick. With all those video cams and cell phones capturing every detail of the operation, I'm amazed no one recorded any blood.
Sniff..sniff.. Smells like bullshit to me.
Ya think?
New Jersey is pushing a bill to require all gun owners to pass psychological evaluations in order to keep their guns. The bill also requires inspection of the gun owners home to make sure all weapons and ammo are secured and accessible only to the psych evaluated gun owner.
This bill, and others like it, are antithesis to the thesis of crazy people killing our children. The synthesis will be somewhere in the middle, most likely some kind of feel good measure restricting sales of "assault rifle" cosmetics like folding stocks, flash suppressors, and clips holding more than six rounds, as the Clinton administration passed shortly after a previous false flag operation.
Or we might end up like Hungary just before the revolution.
Stay tuned.
Thursday, December 20, 2012
got plans for 12/21/2012?
Admit it. Whether you believe anything will happen on 12/21/2012 or not, you're more than curious as to what tomorrow's morning light will bring. Will the world end with a bang or a whimper, or will life just go on and on in day after day banality? Massive tectonic plate shift or three more shopping days til Christmas?
Whatever happens on the 21st, I figure only a fool can be certain of the future, so I decided to do a little prep work, just in case. I'm already stocked to the gills with food and water so stopping at the bank to close out a few accounts made perfect sense. I kept the bank girls entertained with possible 12/21/12 scenarios and reminded them to keep a notebook and pen handy. They might want to jot down some cosmic thoughts, just in case they become instantly aware. I then converted the cash into useful commodities like tobacco, rum, quality wines, gold, and a couple lbs of Alaskan king crab.
Most of the people I talked to plan to spend the 21st with a few friends cooking on the grill and wait for the project blue beam sky show or anything different from this present state of progressive, downhill existence we call reality. Calamity or paradise, it doesn't seem to bother most folks as to what might happen. The point is, most people want SOMETHING to happen and even a mass extermination of all life on Earth is worthy of popping the cork on that bottle of Dom you were hording.
Whether you believe 2012 is just another Y2K, or the end of the world, or a spiritual cleansing, I know you'll wake up tomorrow and spend the better part of the day in silent thought about what's going to happen, where we're going, and try to wrap your mind around the possibility that humanity has to dramatically change for the better or become less than a footnote in Earth's history.
When all of humanity looks up at the sky and meditates on the same thing, at the same time, throughout the day... that's what makes things happen. We all want the same things. Life, liberty, the pursuit of happiness. Can you imagine the complete and total change that would take place when we all direct our thoughts in the same direction?
It's a scientific fact that when 2% of an organism goes in the same direction it carries the remaining 98% with it. Tomorrow there will be a wave of positive, human energy beginning in India and enveloping the Earth like a blanket for a whole day. That kind of power can't be ignored and like it or not, you'll be part of it.
Saturday morning you'll wake to a new life and your breakfast will taste better than any breakfast you've ever had.
As for me, I have reservations on a space ship.
Whatever happens on the 21st, I figure only a fool can be certain of the future, so I decided to do a little prep work, just in case. I'm already stocked to the gills with food and water so stopping at the bank to close out a few accounts made perfect sense. I kept the bank girls entertained with possible 12/21/12 scenarios and reminded them to keep a notebook and pen handy. They might want to jot down some cosmic thoughts, just in case they become instantly aware. I then converted the cash into useful commodities like tobacco, rum, quality wines, gold, and a couple lbs of Alaskan king crab.
Most of the people I talked to plan to spend the 21st with a few friends cooking on the grill and wait for the project blue beam sky show or anything different from this present state of progressive, downhill existence we call reality. Calamity or paradise, it doesn't seem to bother most folks as to what might happen. The point is, most people want SOMETHING to happen and even a mass extermination of all life on Earth is worthy of popping the cork on that bottle of Dom you were hording.
Whether you believe 2012 is just another Y2K, or the end of the world, or a spiritual cleansing, I know you'll wake up tomorrow and spend the better part of the day in silent thought about what's going to happen, where we're going, and try to wrap your mind around the possibility that humanity has to dramatically change for the better or become less than a footnote in Earth's history.
When all of humanity looks up at the sky and meditates on the same thing, at the same time, throughout the day... that's what makes things happen. We all want the same things. Life, liberty, the pursuit of happiness. Can you imagine the complete and total change that would take place when we all direct our thoughts in the same direction?
It's a scientific fact that when 2% of an organism goes in the same direction it carries the remaining 98% with it. Tomorrow there will be a wave of positive, human energy beginning in India and enveloping the Earth like a blanket for a whole day. That kind of power can't be ignored and like it or not, you'll be part of it.
Saturday morning you'll wake to a new life and your breakfast will taste better than any breakfast you've ever had.
As for me, I have reservations on a space ship.
Thursday, December 13, 2012
plan 3
Honestly, does anyone truly believe the government has our best interests at heart? Are any of the countless laws passed by congress designed to benefit anyone other than the guy who wrote the bill? They keep doing it, we keep letting them, and things keep getting worse.
Unemployment is high because the easiest way for any company to cut costs is to reduce labor and shift the workload to the remaining workers. When business improves, companies are reluctant to hire more workers because labor reduction worked so well to improve their bottom line. The result is a lean, mean, multi-tasking work force that can barely get the job done with little or no increase in pay.
Major corporations, as well as state and local governments, balance their budgets and when they can't they get rid of labor to make ends meet. Cutting the police force and fire departments are common practices when the economy goes south, regardless if the crime rate goes up. The budget always comes first, that is, if you want to stay in business.
So how come this federal government is still in business with deficits in the trillions? Who's regulating the regulators? What, are these guys too big to fail? And these stupid ideas they have to balance the budget insults everyone's intelligence. Increasing taxes won't do anything. They can increase everyone's tax rate to 100% and the deficit will still be the same. Spending cuts might help, providing you cut all those worthless departments the government wants to keep. Like, THAT'S gonna happen.
How about an across the board reduction in the federal workforce? They can reduce the workforce by 50% and still keep their departments intact. Congress can take a few pay cuts, too. Put them on furlough at a pay scale equal to their average constituent's income until the deficit hits zero. Maybe lay off 20% of both houses of congress and shift the workload to the ones who still have a job. If it works for business and small governments, it can work for the federal government.
But that multi-trillion dollar deficit... That's gonna take more than a few cuts to eradicate. What would you do if you made 20k a year and owed a million dollars? Get a second job? Turn off the lights when you leave a room? Cut back the heat and wear a sweater? No, it'll take more than that.
There's one of three things you can do...
1. Declare bankruptcy.
2. Die.
3. Kill the guy you owe that million to.
As complicated as world economics seems to be, it all comes down to the US federal government, as well as every debtor nation on Earth, owing their resources, their treasuries, and their futures to a small handful of guys who benefit from misery and profit from wars, who like this system of control and plan to keep it this way until they own everything.
What's more, they don't care about you, at all, at all, AT ALL! They'll kill you by the millions and chalk it up as collateral damage, as long as they get what they want.
Am I missing something or does plan three make the most sense? Anyone?
Unemployment is high because the easiest way for any company to cut costs is to reduce labor and shift the workload to the remaining workers. When business improves, companies are reluctant to hire more workers because labor reduction worked so well to improve their bottom line. The result is a lean, mean, multi-tasking work force that can barely get the job done with little or no increase in pay.
Major corporations, as well as state and local governments, balance their budgets and when they can't they get rid of labor to make ends meet. Cutting the police force and fire departments are common practices when the economy goes south, regardless if the crime rate goes up. The budget always comes first, that is, if you want to stay in business.
So how come this federal government is still in business with deficits in the trillions? Who's regulating the regulators? What, are these guys too big to fail? And these stupid ideas they have to balance the budget insults everyone's intelligence. Increasing taxes won't do anything. They can increase everyone's tax rate to 100% and the deficit will still be the same. Spending cuts might help, providing you cut all those worthless departments the government wants to keep. Like, THAT'S gonna happen.
How about an across the board reduction in the federal workforce? They can reduce the workforce by 50% and still keep their departments intact. Congress can take a few pay cuts, too. Put them on furlough at a pay scale equal to their average constituent's income until the deficit hits zero. Maybe lay off 20% of both houses of congress and shift the workload to the ones who still have a job. If it works for business and small governments, it can work for the federal government.
But that multi-trillion dollar deficit... That's gonna take more than a few cuts to eradicate. What would you do if you made 20k a year and owed a million dollars? Get a second job? Turn off the lights when you leave a room? Cut back the heat and wear a sweater? No, it'll take more than that.
There's one of three things you can do...
1. Declare bankruptcy.
2. Die.
3. Kill the guy you owe that million to.
As complicated as world economics seems to be, it all comes down to the US federal government, as well as every debtor nation on Earth, owing their resources, their treasuries, and their futures to a small handful of guys who benefit from misery and profit from wars, who like this system of control and plan to keep it this way until they own everything.
What's more, they don't care about you, at all, at all, AT ALL! They'll kill you by the millions and chalk it up as collateral damage, as long as they get what they want.
Am I missing something or does plan three make the most sense? Anyone?
Wednesday, December 05, 2012
what fiscal cliff?
Does anybody give a rat's ass about the fiscal cliff? Our economic survival has been on the brink for so long it's become a permanent part of our culture. The people in charge of preventing this inevitable disaster are the same people who got us in this mess in the first place. Doing the same things, the same way, with the expectation of different results is a classic example of insanity and watching these Washington guys do it is like watching Lindsay Lohan and Justin Bieber play a game of chess.
We all know what's going to happen. They'll raise the debt limit to a quadrillion dollars and tax the shit out of everyone while Obama flushes a few billion for another useless stimulus package.
Taxing the rich won't help. They already pay 30% and that's already way too much. Shifting the burden to the already over-taxed working force would be like putting a band-aid on a shotgun wound.
One thing we can all count on... The democrats and republicans in congress will compromise and come up with a plan with the worst elements from both sides. By compromising, no one is at fault and both sides can blame the other while our economic ship goes down in flames.
Perhaps the republicans should simply back off and let the democratic congress go ahead with their plan and take full responsibility of the outcome. If the plan fails and we go over the cliff, the republicans will have gloating rights for generations and have the option to implement any plan they want. If the democratic economic plan works we all benefit.
But that's not what all this is about. This fiscal cliff business is just another story line in the Washington reality show and the writers of this soap opera have as much interest in solving our economic mess as killing off Allan Alda in the third season of M*A*S*H. It's interactive television brought to you by the international banker elite, only we don't have any control over the script.
Cliffhanger is a term used as a gimmick in serials to create suspense at the end of a chapter. It seems our latest fiscal cliff is nothing more than the same old, worn out cliffhanger Washington uses every time their ratings drop. The problem is, no one cares anymore. This gimmick is so old it has whiskers. Even the name, fiscal cliff, sounds like something from a Hardy Boys mystery. After the countless bailouts, uninterrupted wars, forced Obamacare, and failed stimulus packages, the best this fiscal cliffhanger can generate from the masses is a collective yawn. This whole political reality show is nothing but one bummer after another with no relief in sight.
If you want to fix this broken down economic system, try looking at systems that work. Take a look at Libya before the uprising. No homeless, no poverty, free healthcare, 14 cents a gallon for gas, no debt, no interest rates, no taxes, and no international bankers.
Too bad Libya was so un-American.
We all know what's going to happen. They'll raise the debt limit to a quadrillion dollars and tax the shit out of everyone while Obama flushes a few billion for another useless stimulus package.
Taxing the rich won't help. They already pay 30% and that's already way too much. Shifting the burden to the already over-taxed working force would be like putting a band-aid on a shotgun wound.
One thing we can all count on... The democrats and republicans in congress will compromise and come up with a plan with the worst elements from both sides. By compromising, no one is at fault and both sides can blame the other while our economic ship goes down in flames.
Perhaps the republicans should simply back off and let the democratic congress go ahead with their plan and take full responsibility of the outcome. If the plan fails and we go over the cliff, the republicans will have gloating rights for generations and have the option to implement any plan they want. If the democratic economic plan works we all benefit.
But that's not what all this is about. This fiscal cliff business is just another story line in the Washington reality show and the writers of this soap opera have as much interest in solving our economic mess as killing off Allan Alda in the third season of M*A*S*H. It's interactive television brought to you by the international banker elite, only we don't have any control over the script.
Cliffhanger is a term used as a gimmick in serials to create suspense at the end of a chapter. It seems our latest fiscal cliff is nothing more than the same old, worn out cliffhanger Washington uses every time their ratings drop. The problem is, no one cares anymore. This gimmick is so old it has whiskers. Even the name, fiscal cliff, sounds like something from a Hardy Boys mystery. After the countless bailouts, uninterrupted wars, forced Obamacare, and failed stimulus packages, the best this fiscal cliffhanger can generate from the masses is a collective yawn. This whole political reality show is nothing but one bummer after another with no relief in sight.
If you want to fix this broken down economic system, try looking at systems that work. Take a look at Libya before the uprising. No homeless, no poverty, free healthcare, 14 cents a gallon for gas, no debt, no interest rates, no taxes, and no international bankers.
Too bad Libya was so un-American.
Tuesday, November 06, 2012
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
lab rats, the day after
Hurricane Sandy did a number on the east coast. New York's subway system is flooded and lower Manhattan is under water. Atlantic City closed the casinos early and no longer has a boardwalk. The HMS Bounty sank taking her captain with her. West Virginia got a couple feet of snow. Pennsylvania, New Jersey, New York, and a whole bunch of other places are under a state of emergency. The last time Wall Street closed for two days because of the weather was 1888.
Chaos everywhere you look. Everywhere but here.
It seems the projected path of the hurricane, which was to meet the cold front from the north took a left turn shortly after it hit Philly and proceeded to clobber southern PA before turning north, leaving this area wet and wind-shaken but completely missing the brunt of the storm.
I had my doubts whether pointing the PVC CB south-east would have any effect on such a massive storm system but as I studied the weather maps, I could draw a straight line from the direction the CB was pointed to where this hurricane changed direction, doing an end run around this whole area.
I know it sounds like I have some weird god complex, bumping weather systems in unexplainable directions, but the facts are all there. Even the weather experts can't explain the sudden change in direction. These experts had at least a half dozen computer generated scenarios as to where this gigantic weather system was heading and they all had two things in common. They all plotted a trajectory right through this county, and none of these projected scenarios included a hard turn to the west.
Coincidence? Don't think I haven't considered coincidence and dumb luck as having a say in these experiments but it's no longer coincidence when the success rate approaches 100%. If dumb luck had anything to do with it, I'd be spending more time at the casinos and future markets. If you attended any of my outdoor parties you'd wonder why it's raining everywhere but a half mile radius around my powered up CB.
Thought control? Could be. When I built my first succor punch, I tested it on the weather to show immediate, provable results. My first succor punch experiment was to manifest into reality a sunny dawn in London. At that time, London hasn't seen a sunny day for months, so sunshine appearing the morning after the intention would indicate a successful manifestation. The next morning I got a message from Rita, who lives in London, saying it worked and she woke up with bright sunshine streaming through her bedroom window for the first time in recent memory. The weather maps showed London in the middle of a swath of clear sky from west to east with heavy cloud cover everywhere else.
What started out as using the weather to see how a succor punch can manifest intent into reality, turned into manufacturing various devices with the purpose of adjusting the weather as the principal goal.
Labs don't run experiments on rats as the goal. They use rats because rat physiology is similar to human physiology and the results from these experiments directly relates to the effect it has on humans as the primary goal.
Can a single, battery powered, cloudbuster have any effect on a massive storm system, with a thousand mile radius, from a hundred miles away?
Can a single hand-held succor punch have anything to do with parting the clouds six thousand miles away?
I've come to view the atmosphere and all it's complexities as a fluid system that can quickly and easily adjust to my cloudbuster experiments on a local level. It's the human issues I have a problem with and famine, disease, pandemics, war, social unrest, and political upheaval are issues I feel are just as out of control and unpredictable as a runaway hurricane.
At what point do you apply the data from your lab rat experiments to benefiting humanity?
Anyone?
Chaos everywhere you look. Everywhere but here.
It seems the projected path of the hurricane, which was to meet the cold front from the north took a left turn shortly after it hit Philly and proceeded to clobber southern PA before turning north, leaving this area wet and wind-shaken but completely missing the brunt of the storm.
I had my doubts whether pointing the PVC CB south-east would have any effect on such a massive storm system but as I studied the weather maps, I could draw a straight line from the direction the CB was pointed to where this hurricane changed direction, doing an end run around this whole area.
I know it sounds like I have some weird god complex, bumping weather systems in unexplainable directions, but the facts are all there. Even the weather experts can't explain the sudden change in direction. These experts had at least a half dozen computer generated scenarios as to where this gigantic weather system was heading and they all had two things in common. They all plotted a trajectory right through this county, and none of these projected scenarios included a hard turn to the west.
Coincidence? Don't think I haven't considered coincidence and dumb luck as having a say in these experiments but it's no longer coincidence when the success rate approaches 100%. If dumb luck had anything to do with it, I'd be spending more time at the casinos and future markets. If you attended any of my outdoor parties you'd wonder why it's raining everywhere but a half mile radius around my powered up CB.
Thought control? Could be. When I built my first succor punch, I tested it on the weather to show immediate, provable results. My first succor punch experiment was to manifest into reality a sunny dawn in London. At that time, London hasn't seen a sunny day for months, so sunshine appearing the morning after the intention would indicate a successful manifestation. The next morning I got a message from Rita, who lives in London, saying it worked and she woke up with bright sunshine streaming through her bedroom window for the first time in recent memory. The weather maps showed London in the middle of a swath of clear sky from west to east with heavy cloud cover everywhere else.
What started out as using the weather to see how a succor punch can manifest intent into reality, turned into manufacturing various devices with the purpose of adjusting the weather as the principal goal.
Labs don't run experiments on rats as the goal. They use rats because rat physiology is similar to human physiology and the results from these experiments directly relates to the effect it has on humans as the primary goal.
Can a single, battery powered, cloudbuster have any effect on a massive storm system, with a thousand mile radius, from a hundred miles away?
Can a single hand-held succor punch have anything to do with parting the clouds six thousand miles away?
I've come to view the atmosphere and all it's complexities as a fluid system that can quickly and easily adjust to my cloudbuster experiments on a local level. It's the human issues I have a problem with and famine, disease, pandemics, war, social unrest, and political upheaval are issues I feel are just as out of control and unpredictable as a runaway hurricane.
At what point do you apply the data from your lab rat experiments to benefiting humanity?
Anyone?
Sunday, October 28, 2012
got milk?
According to my most recent visit to some of the area stores, the locals are sure trying to make the best of things by stocking up on enough survival gear before barricading themselves in the family compound for the upcoming disaster that's heading our way like a runaway train.
Rumors of rain or snow related weather is enough to drive every local inhabitant to the supermarket for stockpiles of bread, milk and eggs in a vain attempt to stave off starvation with generous helpings of french toast after all hell breaks loose.
By 10 am, all that was left of this bread rationing station was a few rolls and the high priced, gourmet breads at four bucks a loaf. Mob shopping left the milk cases completely devastated with nothing left but a few half empty cartons while broken eggs covered a ten foot radius around what used to be a well organized, maximum security egg case. Old women, too feeble to fight the younger and faster hoard of local ladies, had no choice but to scoop up the trampled egg remnants from the freshly tiled floor.
At Lowes, milk, bread, and eggs took a back seat to ac generators as the primary survival essential, and by noon the waiting line was sixty-eight deep. A low level clerk told someone the truck would be there before noon with enough generators for all. By six pm the truck arrived with only 20 generators, resulting in the hospitalization of three Lowes employees.
And panic hasn't even set in yet. Wait til tuesday when we revert to a third world country. No electricity, no water, no heat, no food on the store shelves, and no gasoline without electricity to pump it.
The arctic front coming in from Canada and hurricane Sandy coming from the south is due to meet right over my head, resulting in what could be described as the perfect Frankenstein storm of the century. Every weather computer model forecasts this perfect storm to linger in this area for a few days, dumping hurricane amounts of rain with a strong likelihood of copious amounts of snow, from the falling temps.
Sure will be a big one. But I've been doing some preparing of my own.
Rum, wine, eggs, milk, bread, beer, shrimp, rum, batteries, water, fuel, non electric heat sources, sump pump, rum and, most importantly, fresh batteries for the cloudbuster.
The big question is, which direction to point the CB? I figured the northern cold front would be fueling this potential monster so I aimed the CB in a north-west direction to divert it, or at least hold it back. By afternoon the weather stations were mentioning the stalled front from the north. Around 6:30 pm I turned the CB south-east in an attempt to repel the storm and possibly divert it to the west.
I gotta tell ya, I wasn't hopeful that my feeble, single CB would have much effect against this massive collision that was going to happen, until I saw the cold front that my CB was pointing at, stall and just sit there like it hit a wall. I can't say if it was coincidence or CB skill but if Sandy decides to alter her trajectory and go somewhere else, I'll be buying the beer this weekend.
I guess we'll see what happens tomorrow.
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