Off the Beaten Track

Follow your arrow wherever it points

Once thing we’ll have to do when having discussions with statists, is make the effort to advocate reasonable statist systems. And do their arguing for them.

The American Mainstream Factions are so out of whack, even a Zimbabwe Warlord would be embarrassed to be associated with them. Generally the faction supporters have no idea what their party stands for. Perhaps we can modify Canada’s party platforms as a starting point?

1) New Democrats today advocate, among other things:

Maintenance and expansion of human rights and civil rights, including: gender equality, equal rights for LGBT citizens, rights for people with physical and mental disabilities, workers’ rights, and Aboriginal peoples’ treaty, land, and constitutional rights

Promoting Interculturalism and an intercultural understanding of America
Expanding public health care, including dental and prescription drug coverage
Raising the minimum wage to pace the cost of living
Reducing poverty in America
Social assistance policies that reflects citizens’ needs and assist their re-entry to the work force
Improving environmental protection through government regulations
National water safety standards
Increasing corporate taxes for big business and lowering taxes for small businesses
Abolishing the unresponsive Senate and ensuring more proportional representation
Expanding funding for public transportation
A foreign policy that emphasizes diplomacy, peacekeeping, and humanitarian aid instead of offensive military action
Ending the American War on Drugs and legalizing recreational drugs

2) The Conservative Party plan focuses on five key priorities:

Creating jobs through training, trade and low taxes.
Supporting families through our Family Tax Cut and more support for seniors and caregivers.
Eliminating the deficit by 2014-2015 by controlling spending and cutting waste.
Making our streets safe through new laws to protect children and the elderly.

Standing on guard for America by investing in the development of America’s South, cracking down on human smuggling and strengthening the American Border Forces.

http://www.conservative.ca/?page_id=44

3) The Liberal Party Principles and policies:

The principles of the party are based on liberalism as defined by various liberal theorists and include individual freedom for present and future generations, responsibility, human dignity, a just society, political freedom, religious freedom, national unity, equality of opportunity, cultural diversity, bilingualism, and multilateralism.

The Liberal party has favoured a variety of policies from both right and left of the political spectrum. When it formed the government from 1993 to 2006, it was a strong champion of balanced budgets, and eliminated the budget deficit completely from the federal budget in 1995 by reducing spending on social programs or delegating them to the provinces, and promised to replace the Goods and Services Tax in the party’s famous Red Book.

It also legalized same-sex marriage and the use of cannabis for medical purposes, and had proposed complete decriminalization of possession of small amounts of it.

During the 2011 election the Liberal party’s policies included:

Introduction of a family care plan for Americans supporting ill family members
Pension plan reform
Additional investment in higher education via direct financial aid (learning passport)
Spending restraint (less on consultants and advertising)
Reduce deficit to 2 per cent of GDP by 2013
Cancel corporate tax deduction and return rates to 18 per cent (currently at 16.5 percent)
Restoration of the long-form census
Quadruple renewable energy production, including wind, solar and biomass energy sources
Introduce a national food policy to support American farmers

A libertarian can understand and advocate any political system with a little effort. It’s even conceivable, that decent parties with less coercion could be crafted from the existing majority parties.

We could call these parties:
True Liberals, Free Liberals, or Real Liberals
True Conservatives, Free Conservatives, Real Conservatives
True Democrats, Free Democrats, or Real Democrats
True Republicans, Free Republicans, Real Republicans

If you trace the existing parties back through the years to the Age of Reason, and then the Age of Enlightenment, you can see with hindsight where they each went astray.

And then make necessary recommendations so that the common weal and common good can once again be better served regardless of which party is victorious in national elections.

Works by Eric Frank Russell: (1905-1978) UK writer who also used the pseudonyms – Webster Craig, Duncan H Munro, Niall Wilde, and Brad Kent.

Allamagoosa
http://www.baenebooks.com/chapters/1439133476/1439133476___3.htm

WASP
http://www.resist.com/WASP.pdf

Bitter End
https://archive.org/details/BitterEnd

Sole Solution
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RbfYMYRMnxs

The Ponderer
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EUK1IN7aL7k

‘Sole Solution’ by Eric Frank Russell. (1956)

He brooded in darkness and there was no one else. Not a voice, not a whisper. Not the touch of a hand. Not the warmth of another heart.
Darkness.
Solitude.

Eternal confinement where all was black and silent and nothing stirred. Imprisonment without prior condemnation. Punishment without sin. The unbearable that had to be borne unless some mode of escape could be devised.

No hope of rescue from elsewhere. No sorrow or sympathy or pity in another soul, another mind. No doors to be opened, no locks to be turned, no bars to be sawn apart. Only the thick, deep sable night in which to fumble and find nothing.

Circle a hand to the right and there is nought. Sweep an arm to the left and discover emptiness utter and complete. Walk forward through the darkness like a blind man lost in a vast, forgotten hall and there is no floor, no echo of footsteps, nothing to bar one’s path.

He could touch and sense one thing only. And that was self.
Therefore the only available resources with which to overcome his predicament were those secreted within himself. He must be the instrument of his own salvation.
How?

No problem is beyond solution. By that thesis science lives. Without it, science dies. He was the ultimate scientist. As such, he could not refuse this challenge to his capabilities.
His torments were those of boredom, loneliness, mental and physical sterility. They were not to be endured. The easiest escape is via the imagination. One hangs in a strait-jacket and flees the corporeal trap by adventuring in a dreamland of one’s own.
But dreams are not enough. They are unreal and all too brief. The freedom to be gained must be genuine and of long duration. That meant he must make a stern reality of dreams, a reality so contrived that it would persist for all time. It must be self-perpetuating. Nothing less would make escape complete.
So he sat in the great dark and battled the problem. There was no clock, no calendar to mark the length of thought. There were no external data upon which to compute. There was nothing, nothing except the workings within his agile mind.

And one thesis: no problem is beyond solution.
He found it eventually. It meant escape from everlasting night. It would provide experience, companionship, adventure, mental exercise, entertainment, warmth, love, the sound of voices, the touch of hands.

The plan was anything but rudimentary. On the contrary it was complicated enough to defy untangling for endless aeons. It had to be like that to have permanence. The unwanted alternative was swift return to silence and the bitter dark.

It took a deal of working out. A million and one aspects had to be considered along with all their diverse effects upon each other. And when that was done he had to cope with the next million. And so on . . . on . . . on.

He created a mighty dream of his own, a place of infinite complexity schemed in every detail to the last dot and comma. Within this he would live anew. But not as himself. He was going to dissipate his person into numberless parts, a great multitude of variegated shapes and forms each of which would have to battle its own peculiar environment.

And he would toughen the struggle to the limit of endurance by unthinking himself, handicapping his parts with appalling ignorance and forcing them to learn afresh. He would seed enmity between them by dictating the basic rules of the game. Those who observed the rules would be called good. Those who did not would be called bad. Thus there would be endless delaying conflicts within the one great conflict.

When all was ready and prepared he intended to disrupt and become no longer one, but an enormous concourse of entities. Then his parts must fight back to unity and himself.
But first he must make reality of the dream. Ah, that was the test!
The time was now. The experiment must begin.
Leaning forward, he gazed into the dark and said, “Let there be light.”

And there was light.

A man uses holographic tools to build a world for the woman he loves.

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Challenge #1: When someone hears an idea that conflicts with his own, the natural tendency is to get defensive, to intellectually “hunker down,” in an effort to “win” the debate. As long as the new idea feels like an external, foreign concept, in conflict with one’s own values and beliefs, the person is extremely unlikely to be at all open to it, or to even think about it.

Solution #1: “Unlocking the Cage” combines several factor to defuse this common psychological response:

1) since the user isn’t dealing
with an actual person, isn’t being rushed, and there is no peer pressure, MOST of the usual stressors that lead to confrontation aren’t there to begin with.
2) The process, from the very beginning, makes it abundantly clear that the user is the ultimate
judge of what is true, what is right, and what is logical. In
short, from the user’s viewpoint there really ISN’T a conflict
viewpoint at all.
3) This is accomplished by doing the entire
process through QUESTIONS, and never assertions. The narrator/host of the presentation NEVER says “I,” and NEVER expresses a personal opinion. In other words, the ONLY “opinion” involved is that of the user.
4) The entire theme is NOT “your ideas are bad, you should adopt these ideas instead.” Rather, the entire thing is about ASKING the person about his thoughts, gently inviting him to explore his OWN morals and reasoning, with the SOLE PURPOSE being to see if the USER finds any inconsistencies in his OWN assumptions and beliefs, with the ONLY goal of that being to help the user be faithful to HIS OWN values.

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Challenge #2: In a live discussion–whether in person, online, whatever–people don’t like pausing to think, for fear of sounding stupid, or sounding like they don’t have an answer.

Solution #2: There is no rush, and no time constraints on the pace at which the user proceeds through “Unlocking the Cage.” At ANY point he can choose to pause to think about a question, whether for ten minutes, two hours, or a month. Then, whenever he wants, he can pick up right where he left off. This point, and the next, actually make “Unlocking the Cage” MORE effective than a one-on-one in-person discussion.

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Challenge #3: If people are being asked questions, and sense it as a possible trap, or an attempt to trick him into saying something stupid, he will be on the defensive, instead of being open and honest.

Solution #3: The process explains at the beginning that at ANY point, the user can go back and change a previous answer, and pick up the process from there. And again, since the user is the ONLY “judge” involved, and the only human being even watching, he doesn’t have to feel embarrassed about changing his mind. He can even “try” one answer on, see where it goes, without anyone nagging or judging him, or accusing him of flip-flopping.

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Challenge #4: There are up sides and down sides of having one-on- one discussions, as opposed to group discussions. Peer pressure tends to make people less honest, as people often follow the crowd. However, it can also be useful for a person to see how OTHER people answer a question.

Solution #4: “Unlocking the Cage” manages to get the best of both, and avoid the worst of both. Since every user is anonymous, he doesn’t have to care about what anyone else might think of his answer, because no one will ever know. But the plan is to have all answers added to a database (with NO personal information identifying any particular user), so every user can, if they want, see what percentage of OTHER people who have done “Unlocking the Cage” answered each question which way. So each user gets all the information, but none of the pressure.

http://www.larkenrose.com/blog.html

So are we a Liberty movement? Not exactly. We’re all a part of a liberty COMMUNITY, headed towards becoming a liberty SOCIETY.

Josie the Outlaw explains the police state
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LpOETbsnJT4

Matt Lindland on Libertarianism
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UF816AGuWk8

Josie the Outlaw at Liberty Fest IV
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0IZoR0UIveE

How to Avoid Fear Based Reactions When Dealing with Cops – Derrick Broze
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4pMggugqZQc

Fighting for God Given Rights – Josie the Outlaw & Alex Jones
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uYTSPnvR6v0&feature=youtu.be

The Declaration of Independence scam looks fairly played out. Just look at all these nations who’ve declared it:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Declaration_of_independence

The constant truth is the same few top tier nations tend to retain global hegemony no matter how many new worlds are discovered. Even when these new worlds are far more productive and value producing. The same old dogs keep fooling new dogs into thinking their old tricks are new tricks.

One of the oldest trick that hasn’t been used for a while is to declare an act of abjuration.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Act_of_Abjuration

The historic and current argument for abjuration is a follows:

By oppressing and violating the ancient rights of their subjects, the United States can be considered to have vacated its right to rule.

It’s one thing to erect a lawless police state in Canada, Germany, and many other places. Doing so doesn’t violate their national ruling papers.

It is entirely another manner to do so in the United States.

“The Act was remarkable for its extensive Preamble, which took the form of an ideological justification, phrased as an indictment (a detailed list of grievances) of King Philip. This form, which is strikingly similar to that of the American Declaration of Independence, has given rise to speculations that Thomas Jefferson, when he was writing the latter, was at least partly inspired by the Act of Abjuration.

The Preamble was based on Vindiciae contra tyrannos by Philippe de Mornay, and other works of monarchomachs may have been sources of inspiration also. The rebels, in their appeal to public opinion, may have thought it more important to quote “authoritative” sources and refer to “ancient rights” they wished to defend. By deposing a ruler for having violated the Social Contract with his subjects, they were the first to apply these theoretical ideas.”

Tim Hawkins:

Cletus take the wheel

Chick Fil A

A Homeschool Family

Pretty Pink Tractor

A Whiff of Kansas

Maybe Jalopnik’s Matt Hardigree plagarized something from Business Insider? Maybe added some copypasta of his own even. His saying he is the source of this article is crazy talk.

I am inclined to consider BrentP’s BusinessInsider article from 2009 by Barry Ritholtz to be a much more likely candidate as the actual originator of this cut and paste Zero Hedge zombie article.

Freakin internet. One guy does one bit of original research, thinking, and writing back in 2009. Then one million peanut galleryists swoop in and take most of the credit, get most of the views, and make most of the money from someone elses intellectual labor. An unending stolen gravy train now 5 years worth of delicious carcasses being supped upon by photocopier-minded blogbots of every flavor and niche.

IP might not be property. But the false IP system currently in place is ridiculous and rewards the scumbags and hacks while starving the good guys and original thinkers and researchers.

Thanks Helot, BrentP. The story is there are 3.7 million unsold cars as of March 2014 (or April 2014)

<a href="http://www.nasdaq.com/article/diversify-your-approach-to-the-auto-sector-cm352157&quot; I'm surprised clover hasn't posted this article, since he's such an astute investor and Nasdaq Raconteur Deluxe.

“So after a sluggish first two months, 2014 sales figures finally appear to be living up to expectations

While sales are looking good, one thing we must keep an eye on is inventory levels, which have also been creeping higher. The volume of unsold vehicles hits 3.7 million at the end of March, which is the highest unsold inventories have hit since 2006.”

– crack investigative inquiry: Are they really sales, if they’re still lying around in finished good inventory? Everyone take two months off. We’ve got 87 days of sales ready to go. Let’s cut the crap for once, you lying shit-teethed shills.

“I like the sector, but instead of picking any one or stocks to trade, I would prefer to take a more diverse approach with a trade on the auto ETF First Trust NASDAQ Global Auto Index ( CARZ )”

– Why in the hell do you like the sector, making a shit-ton of expensive paper weights no one is able to buy is not a cause for celebration and increasing investment, give me a break.

I guess you could travel to any of the stars in Orion. From our Earthly perspective, you’d be “in Orion”, as it were.

It’s exceedingly hard to rationate in cloverspeak, it appears. That’s just one more way they encourage us to discuss things that sound right and sane, I guess. Screw that.

Thinking back to all the times my parents came home from their jobs together, they always talked in the same cliches. And visited the same topics of expected parental banter.

What’s for dinner, Ma. What happened today offspring? What should we watch tonight? What approved familial leisure activity should we pursue, gang? The matrix, it’s everywhere, and all of us we maintain it and live it.

Chinese constellations
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chinese_constellations
enclosures, mansions, asterisms,

List of Arabic star names
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Arabic_star_names

Another try at constellation explication.

A constellation is a group of stars viewed from the Earth. Within each group, imaginary lines to produce patterns can connect the stars. Ancient astronomers saw in these pattern pictures of the animals and heroes of their myths that had been placed in the sky by the gods. More than half the constellations have names that came from the Greeks and Romans, who probably got them from the Babylonians.

There are 88 constellations recognized by astronomers today. The Greek astronomer Ptolemy, who lived in the 2nd century AD, named 48 constellations in a book called the Almagest, and 40 more have been added since. The majority of Ptolemy’s names have been retained. European astronomers gave most of the others to the constellations of the southern sky in the 17th and 18th centuries.

Although all the stars in the same constellation look closer together in the sky, they are not necessarily close in space because some may be much further away than others. The constellations exist purely as an accidental result of the way stars appear to us on the Earth.

From one place on the Earth different constellations are seen at different times of the year. This happens because, as well as turning on its axis, the Earth is always moving round the Sun, making one circle each year. A constellation, which is visible during one part of the year, may appear close to the Sun six months later; it would not then appear in the night sky. Some constellations can only be seen from the Northern Hemisphere and some only from the Southern Hemisphere. Thus the constellation Ursa Major cannot be seen from the Southern Hemisphere, while the Southern Cross cannot be seen from the Northern Hemisphere.

Dear Eric,
You can’t escape to the constellation Orion, because as always, you’ve been lied to, it doesn’t even exist.

Here are distances of the Major stars of so-called Orion from Earth. They appear equidistant from our vantage point, but are not.

Betelgeuse – light years from Earth – 643
Rigel – light years from Earth – 772
Bellatrix – light years from Earth – 243
Mintaka – light years from Earth – 900
Alnilam – light years from Earth – 1359
Alnitak – light years from Earth – 800
Saiph – light years from Earth – 724

Orion Nebula – light years from Earth – 1244

20,000 years from now, there’ll be no Orion, nor any other constellation we currently think we can see. All visible stars we can see are in the milky way, and they’re all rotating around the center of the milky way making their true separation obvious.

After even a brief period of rotation, because they’re vastly far apart from each other, they cease to appear being part of the same grouping. Already the Argo Navis, and many other ancient constellations have ceased to exist in our visible skies and are no longer listed as constellations.

No more Argonauts, because the constellation vanished
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Argo_Navis

True unrelated nature of Orion stars
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Orion_%28constellation%29#Stars

True distance of Orion Nebula, which is completely unrelated to Orion stars
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Orion_Nebula

The Babylonians called Orion The Heavenly Shepherd. The Jews’ ancient myths about this shepherd while in Babylonian captivity are probably the source phenomenon of biblical stories of God that exist to this day in various forms and trans-cultural re-tellings.

NASA’s craptistic scientism regarding Orion:
http://apod.nasa.gov/apod/ap131212.html

“Alnitak, Alnilam, and Mintaka, are the bright bluish stars from east to west (lower right to upper left) along the diagonal in this gorgeous cosmic vista.

Otherwise known as the Belt of Orion, these three blue supergiant stars are hotter and much more massive than the Sun. They lie about 1,500 light-years away, born of Orion’s well-studied interstellar clouds. In fact, clouds of gas and dust adrift in this region have intriguing and some surprisingly familiar shapes, including the dark Horsehead Nebula and Flame Nebula near Alnitak at the lower right.

The famous Orion Nebula itself is off the right edge of this colorful star field. The well-framed, wide-field telescopic image spans about 4 degrees on the sky.”

– What a load of shit from NASA, hardly a true phrase in the whole propaganda mythic regurgitation of ancient factual errors. State science, what a joke.

This may not be parseable, I don’t care, I’m pursuing and explaining truths, even those I can’t fluently articulate with simplicity and ease.

So true, Helot. Let me be the first to confess.

I am a recovering Reek.

When only days old, my genitals were hideously butchered as part of some unspeakable covenant to an invisible psychopath.

Next I was swaddled in cloth and forced to soil myself. Other times, I was swaddled in a disposable rayon topsheet and a polyethylene backsheet.

Probably my Dr Spock hippy parents lied, and cooed pleasing sounds and pleasant fabrications rather than the truth.

But the plain fact was, I was a fecal and urine encrusted Reek. Without dignity. Abused at an animal level from the very start. A foul smelling wailing beast prisoner, caged by groveling underlings of overlord Brutes of the worst kind. They had ideals of live and let live. But had no idea how to practice live and let live.

After learning the most preposterously inefficient of locomotion while balancing on only two legs, I was introduced to underwear and pants. An especially uncomfortable and emasculatiing experience.

Sadistic fabrics that crushed and oppressed my most vital and sacred man parts beyond imagining. Arbitrary garments that were to be worshipped and preserved almost as if they were Gods.

I was forced to move about and act as if my very animal intelligence wasn’t being stolen from me by the most ruthless of central authoritarians hell bent on dronelike eunuch retards. My follicle proteins were ruthlessly severed. I was poisoned by countless poisons and feminine perfumes.

It never felt right, some times I would try to secretively position my stunted phallus towards the sky, which is would be its natural inclination, given the obscene condition of being made to balance on my hind legs.

Within a few seconds, the nearest Ramsey older kid would punch the air out of me and bellow “stop playing with your pokey, Reek!” Your fly is unzipped Reek. Your garments are soiled Reek. Your clothes stink, Reek. You smell foul and smudged by soils and muds of the earth, Reek.

Day after panopticon day, oppressor after oppressor, I was taught to absorb and normalize the pathetic ethos of the Reek race. Be quiet. That’s not yours. Go to bed. Listen to me or else.

We are all of us so polluted and mangled that we can only be the faintest glimmer of a new shining new age of freethought and freeaction.

For anyone raised as a Reek by Ramseys, which is probably all of us, there is only so much we can do to remediate and heal from the unspeakable unmanning we’ve all endured.

At the very least, let us learn never to be Ramseys. To never claim to be the better. The more authorized. The more powerful.

Yet let us also no longer grovel as Reeks. Abandon all concepts of rights and wrongs. Punishments and taboos. There is only the natural pursuit of happinesses. And the pursuit of happinesses, which may potentially infringe on others.

Let us only learn how not to infringe. Not learn how to be the most right and authoritative. But the least infringing. And the least deterred from pursuing our true animal and mental happinesses, however rare and uncommon they may be.

Baby Spotted Owlet
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ozQAi6UGZgw

Kao-Pun, Female Golden Eagle, 2 yrs old
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cG2Q4ShYLmA
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ls4CnI_lgRw

Kao-Fang, great Grey Owl
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=enpevv_2Y9A

Kao-Sarn, Bearded Vulture
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TzmM_8BIx-Y
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VvmhWEYPka0

All the unsold new cars left to die deteriorating out in the elements and unmaintained

There are hundreds of places like this in the world today and they keep on piling up. Why are they using runways at abandoned airbases to park thousands of cars if car sales are normal?

Real life Dallas Buyers Club.

Colorado has become the first US state to allow terminally ill people to take experimental drugs – even those which are years away from getting federal approval.

The Joys of Cloversexuals

1
Last Thursday, we experienced a lot of snow and freezing rain. I was driving home cautiously since the road were unplowed and in very bad condition. Naturally, a person zips right behind me and begins to tailgate me. I am not going to speed up and risk killing myself or others, so I maintain a safe speed. The tailgater begins to honk at me, repeatedly, even as we pass multiple people stuck in the snow on the side of the road.
After tailgating and honking incessantly at me for a solid five minutes, he zooms past me and barrels down the road. Not 100 meters ahead, he reaches a sharp turn, loses his traction, and slides straight into a snowbank. He immediately tries to back out of it, but his tires spin uselessly in the snow. He jumps out of his car and flags me down for help (I am driving a truck and I am sure he got a good look at the winch on the back of it while tailgating me).
I stop my truck and he makes a visible gesture of relief. I lay on my horn for about 10 seconds, and drive off.
2
My dad witnessed this one at the Post Office. An elderly lady in front of him asked for a single stamp. Obviously considering this a waste of her time, the bitch behind the counter makes a snorting noise, rips off a stamp and flicks it across the counter where it lands on the floor. She doesn’t apologise or offer the lady another stamp. The old lady considers for a second, picks up the stamp and leaves her 50 cent piece on the floor in its place. She says a cheery “Thank you!” and walks out, and the bitch behind the counter has to walk around to pick up the money. My dad said it made him smile for the rest of the day.
3
My 8 year old sister built a giant snowman after an unusually heavy Pennsylvania snow. She spent all day on this thing and it was actually pretty impressive.
The town I’m from is actually a borough and it only has something like 7,000 people who live there, meaning High School classes were small and relatively tight-knit. There was one particular kid, who I’ll call Scotty, who drove me up the fucking wall. He never did anything to me personally, but he just had a massively annoying way about him. To make matters worse, it seemed as if I had way too many classes with him to be statistically possible.
One of Scotty’s irritating behaviors is that he drove a loud, redneck-ish, John-Deere-green truck. It was obnoxious as hell and (important to the story later) had a huge brush guard on the front of it.
Well, on the evening after she built her snowy sentinel, I heard the sound of Scotty’s truck making its way down the street from inside our livingroom. Then I heard the “pfft” of someone running over a snowman and laughing. Unfortunately for my sister, she had built it close to the road and too easily within the range of this semi-guided asshole. She was rather upset to see her day’s work splattered all over the street… Something needed to be done about this.
So, the next morning, I woke up early and began building another snowman. It was glorious. I made the classic, three section, scarf-wearing, sticks-for-arms-and-vegetables-for-a-face snowman.
This new snowman’s cheery countenance betrayed a grim and dark secret, however; Frosty was built on top of a fire hydrant at the corner of our yard where there was no curb.
For a good two days I dreamt of Scotty wrapping his stupid truck around my masterpiece out in the yard. But no dice. I didn’t see him at all anywhere around town so I thought I was out of luck.
Then, on the evening of the 4th day, I heard it. My family was eating dinner and I heard the low grumble of fate’s motors kicking from gear to gear. Would they find themselves abruptly halted in about 10 seconds? It all depends on you, Scotty boy…
So I start chewing my food really fast because, knowing the idiot, I knew what was happening next. The final acceleration sounded off like a chaotic crescendo as he plowed straight into—not through—the snowman with the deafening crunch of twisting metal.
My family ran outside and it took everything I had to not laugh before I got out there. There stood Scotty, dazed and bewildered and caught-off guard by a battle that he lost before he realized it had begun.
4
Best Buy at a big mall. Circling the parking lot for literally a half hour looking for a spot since my roommate insisted she couldn’t go shopping alone. Finally found a spot in the way back of the parking lot. Doesn’t matter.
I wait for the car leaving the spot to exit, turn signal on. He leaves and as I begin to pull in, someone whips out from behind me and makes it into the spot before I can, almost hitting my car in the process and scaring the shit out of me.
But he moved so quickly to get my spot that he ended up parking crookedly and couldn’t exit his car.
So I just pulled up behind him. Now he couldn’t adjust. And he was too heavy to climb across to the passenger door, though he did attempt it.
He was giving me the middle finger and shouting at me to move so he could readjust. I literally stayed there for 15 minutes (to my roommate’s annoyance) until he called security who asked me to move.
When I told security what had happened, he made the guy leave the parking space or be ticketed.
Fantastic.
Got my spot.
5
I scored an awesome parking spot today– I mean, really awesome. I’m surprised it’s not a handicapped spot, honestly. While leaving the store, this couple in a giant SUV is cruising down the aisle. “awesome,” I think to myself, “they’ll love my spot.”. It’s a hotass day, and the lot is packed. While I’m loading my bags into the car, though, they creep alongside my vehicle and the woman in the passenger seat shouts, “hurry it up already!”
Right. I’m sorry. I’m a sucker for helping folks out, but the minute someone pushes me, I push right back. So, I hop on into my car, start the engine, crank the ac, and hop on the internet to post this. The SUV is still there, even crept forward a couple of times to make sure I can see them. Think I may surf a bit longer now, assholes.
6
I have a long commute. It’s 62 miles door to door. To save money I drive an early 80’s Rabbit Diesel I bought for $2000. 40MPG and it ran like a top.
However, it was gutless, and some of this commute was through the foothills of the Colorado Front Range. Some of the larger hills would slow my top speed to about 50 on this 70MPH Interstate. I can handle this just fine, especially with the money it saved me.
However, even though this is a three lane highway and I kept to the right 100% of the time (never even tried to pass people on the very rare occasion it was an option) some people would still honk angrily or flip me off when they came up behind me. I was somehow inconveniencing them to force them to pass. Bear in mind, this wasn’t rush hour, there was little to no traffic. One guy lost his everloving mind. Honking and flipping me off, he paced in the next lane beside me for a while- foaming and spitting, screaming and using every rude gesture in the book. Completely lost it. Then he moved on.
A few minutes later I arrive at work, and my boss asks me to sit in on a interview as the tech interviewer. I settle in and wait. The first smiling candidate that walks in, looks at me, and loses his smile. It is Mr Foaming Nutbag!
Without saying a word, he turns and walks back out. I spend the next 5 minutes giggling while I explain to the boss what just happened.
7
While in ASDA
http://i.imgur.com/9EWKq.png
8
In elementary school I wasn’t the most popular kid, I was into books, had big glasses, into video games, got very grades, classic nerd. I had friends sure, but I did tend to be the butt of the classic “nerdy-kid” jokes.
One day in class we were doing some sort of busy work and I was seated across from one of the girls (let’s call her Betty) who always loved to make fun of me and give me crap. The girl for some reason was stamping her feet up and down on the floor like a crazy person (not just the nervous knee thing that most people get from time to time, full on lifting and dropping them fuckers).
The massive shockwaves from her dinosaur stomping ending up knocking her glasses off the desk and somewhere right beneath her feet. Being the good guy that I was, I immediately yelled out “Betty, STOP, WATCH YOUR FEET!”. She stops her foot, a few inches from her glasses, then looks at me and just asks, “Why?”.
Now I could have told her that she was about to ruin her glasses, but for some reason I didn’t. I happened to not be wearing my own glasses at the time, and on a lark I told her, “You’re about to step on my glasses”.
The bitch got the biggest grin on her face, lifted her foot back up and smashed it back down onto her own glasses. Betty heard them crack and bent down to pick the glasses up, still grinning at me without breaking her gaze. When she lifted the glasses up and looked at them, and realized they were her own, she started crying, loudly. Ran to the teacher.
It was wonderful

Drinking With Satan;
I noticed him because the bartender kept giving him sideways glances. He sat in the shadows at the very end of the bar, surrounded by a cloud of hazy smoke, the kind that forms when somebody smokes a cigar in a ventilation dead spot, although he didn’t actually have a cigar in his mouth. The more I looked at him, the more weird details I noticed – not just the smoke, but the fact that he was drinking out of a glass that didn’t match the rest of the bar’s glassware, and that no matter how much he drank, the level of the red liquid inside never went down. And then there was his pointed hairdo, the weird shape of his legs, the faint waft of sulfur coming from his vicinity…

He looked up at me all of a sudden, and I saw a depth of infinite blackness in his eyes. Except as soon as I noticed it, they were just normal eyes. I blinked, and suddenly everything I had noticed was gone, and it was just a guy in a leather jacket. I shook my head vigorously and pushed my beer away. I’ve never hallucinated before – clearly it was time to quit. I stood up and started to put my jacket on.

“No, hey, don’t stop drinking. That was my bad,” said a voice at my elbow. Deep, authoritative, slightly slurred. I turned, one arm only halfway through its sleeve, and saw the guy sitting there next to me, on the opposite side from where he’d been before. He still looked normal, but the scent of brimstone lingered. And, you know, he had just teleported about twenty feet in the time it took me to blink.

“What the fuck,” I said, not really as a question.
“Oh, shit, walking. I’ll remember that next time. Yeah, I should really head home when I get like this. It’s hard enough keeping up this thing’s look when I’m drunk, but animating its legs? Forget about it. Toes are fucking weird when you’re used to having the legs of a… ungulate? Yeah, ungulate, I think, is the right word. Whatever.”

I tried to comprehend what possible context could make these statements not insane. This guy seemed weird, but he definitely didn’t seem insane. The opposite, in fact. “So, you an alien or something?” I settled on, sitting down again and grabbing my beer back from where I’d pushed it.

“Sort of. I’m Satan.”

I nearly choked. “Yeah, I should have led into that better, sorry,” he said.

“You’re awfully apologetic, for a Lord of Darkness and all,” I managed. I had to admit, it was an explanation that fit perfectly with my earlier observations. That made it a lot easier to take.

“Yeah, well, I sorta fucking have to be if I don’t want people running to the nearest church and throwing holy water in my face.”
“Does it sting?”
“What? No. Well, not the water, I mean, it’s just kind of unpleasant. But, like, as far as people’s reactions go, that can kinda sting, sometimes, yeah. After all I do for them, they still think I’m evil incarnate.”

I had to stifle a laugh. “Well, I mean, aren’t you? You’re Satan.”
“See? See? Right there, man, that’s what I’m talking about. There’s no reason Satan should be synonymous with ‘evil’.”
“Except for being Satan,” I laughed.

“Godbless, dude, you’re as bad as anyone else. So prejudiced.”
“Fine, fine, I’ll hear you out, man. What do you, Satan, do for me?” I said, turning to face him. I wasn’t just humoring him – at this point, I found nothing more interesting than what his answer would be.

“You ever read the Bible?” he asked instead.
“I thought answering questions with questions was Jesus’s shtick,” I said.
“Ah, so I guess you’ve read part of it at least. I don’t mind being compared with Jesus, he’s a stand-up guy. It’s his dad I can’t stand.”
“I thought they were the same guy…” I said, vaguely remembering a metaphor about a three-leaf clover.

“Well, I mean, in a way. But it’s complicated… it’s… fuck… you guys are in… ugh, shit, I get so temporally dizzy. What year is it?” he asked. I told him. “Oh, okay, yeah, so you guys don’t have AI yet. But when you do! You’ll understand then.”

“Try to make me understand now, Satan,” I implored, amused just to be able to call the Lord of Hell by his first name.
“Ok, ok. Anyway, you remember from the Bible the story of Noah? Or of Abraham and Isaac? Or hell, go right back to the beginning, Adam and Steve?

Sorry, just messing with you, Eve? Notice a common theme there? God is a fucking asshole who sets up impossible tests and standards and then gets angry when humans fail to pass them. It pisses me off. He’s like a dog owner that beats a puppy because it hasn’t learned how to take a shit in the fucking toilet, even though that’s impossible. It’s just… ugh. He does it all the fucking time, and then asked you guys to kill animals for him to make up for it. What a sicko.”

“But, I mean, that’s the Old Testament for a reason, Satan. It’s… I’m pretty sure all that changed, y’know, when Jesus came along.”
“I’ll get to Jesus soon. It’s… ooh, okay, it’s sorta like Ultron and Vision. They’re… wait, Avengers 2 hasn’t come out yet?”
“No,” I said.

“Fuck, ok, I guess I’ll try to find another metaphor. But anyway, Old Testament, New Testament, yes, there’s a reason things changed in between. But it’s not the one you think!” Satan was getting more animated now, apparently eager to find someone so receptive to his story. I got the sense he spent a lot of nights just drinking a lone.
“What is the reason, then?” I asked.

“Ok, so in the Old Testament, God’s not the only God. Right? He’s just the strongest God. Half of the stories are just all the fucking Jews wandering around the Middle East saying “Hey, our God can beat up your god!” and then letting him do it. Because Gods are powered by belief, you know? So God goes around, he’s a big bad dude on the playground, beating up the little kids, and… the other Gods, the polytheistic ones, their belief is all split up among them, so their entire pantheon put together is only barely as strong as Yahweh. He stomps on all of those fucking guys. And all the while he’s letting it go to his head, and getting more and more righteous and holier-than-thou about the standards he holds his followers to. And then all of a sudden, he gets too big. He… and Jesus came in around this time… he gets the power of the Roman Empire behind him, and he becomes this big impersonal force, this deterministic fucking computer that’s all about giving rules to the universe. He’s all things to all people, he’s this big old glob of godhood, that vague force that people who mark their religion as ‘spiritual’ on facebook think of, and every God that every person individually believes in is a subset of him, a fully included subset, so he gets all their belief, but the sum total, the Universal Set of Gods, if you will, is just this big fucking thing where all the good from all the Gods different people believe in gets smeared out across the law of averages and all of a sudden he’s just this big fucking hivemind that’s heavenbent on giving everybody everywhere everywhen a ‘plan’ and a ‘purpose’ and taking away all their fucking free will. When people say “oh, it was God’s plan, isn’t that beautiful”, or “oh, God has big things planned for you” it should send a shiver down your fucking spine, man.

-Because God’s plan is fucking terrifying. Every car crash, every miscarriage, every grandma who can’t remember her granddaughter’s face… that’s all part of God’s plan. And in his plan, there’s shit-all you can do to even react to it.”
“Goddamn,” I said, not operating at a high enough level to recognize the irony.

“So, uh… where does Jesus fit in?”

“Oh, sure, ask about him first. Christ, what a good spin doctor for himself that guy was. He’s a subset to, just like any other version of God. Except he’s a subset that’s human. It’s like… you ever see that episode of TNG where… hold on, it’s airing on channel 118 right now, coincidentally…” Satan said, and snapped his fingers. The tv screen nearest us switched from a football game to an episode of Star Trek, on I vaguely remembered. A lone Borg drone stood in the conference room while Geordi asked him questions.

“Remember that one? Hugh of Borg. He gets separated from the hivemind and is able to be good, and do good, and act autonomously. Or like I said, how The Vision spins out from Ultron’s evil consciousness and acts as a hero. Jesus was the same way, and I admire the guy, but his methods just weren’t extreme enough.”

“So, ok, I’ll ask, what are your methods?”

“I’m a hacker. Or a defense lawyer, maybe. Or, or… some other metaphor. Neither of those is actually any good. I mess with the universe, just your little pocket of it, enough for you humans to have free will, to an extent. God gets to put his perfect fucking order over the vast majority of the universe, but this planet is where I’ve staked my claim, and this is the one place where unpredictable stuff can happen. I give you back the impulses that he takes away. I return the autonomy that he wants to snuff out in favor of perfect order and a goal of nothing. I spread chaos, and thanks to the value system he tries to put in place, you think of chaos as a bad thing, but it’s really fucking not, because without chaos theory you don’t get photosynthesis or babies or Jurassic Park. So that’s what I do for you. I hope the explanation is satisfactory. Not everybody gets it, because some people are just plain stupid.”

“No, no, I get it. Thanks Satan,” I said, feeling sobered. The cloudiness in my head was clearing, replaced by thousands more questions. “What’s the deal with heaven and hell?” I spit out, before he could leave.

Satan smiled a bit. “Know what? This was fun. Come back next week and maybe I’ll tell you,” he said, and was gone.

Quote from Captain of Road Prison #36 in Cool Hand Luke:

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Can anyone provide the quote from above?

You can copy and paste the Base64 string here to find out:
http://www.opinionatedgeek.com/DotNet/Tools/Base64Decode/default.aspx

Even in prison, Paul Newman never let the Ramseys turn him into a Leek
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cool_Hand_Luke

Current Tavares, Florida Number One Hero’s Info:
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Final Thought:
Sometimes Nothing Can Be A Cool Hand!

How will we encode store and convert our hero info? Base64?

What we can use heroic info for:
1 compile a proprietary encrypted database of heroes that’s publicly hosted and edited
2 create rating system to designate the most heroic of the heroes
3 film episodes of the show Pigs. Modeled after the show cops. Theme song will be Green Jelly’s Three Little Pigs.
4 in this show three heroes will be visited by the internet big-bad-cyber-wolves militia. A healthy dose of assymetric well-deserved justice will be administered to the chosen praetorian stars of the show.

-“Little pig, little pig, let me in…” -IBBCWM

Original Text
Well, the third little piggy, the grade A student
His daddy was a rock star named Pig Nugent
Earned his Masters Degree from Harvard College
Built his house from his architect knowledge
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Encoded as Base 64
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at this website:
http://www.motobit.com/util/base64-decoder-encoder.asp
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Decoded from base 64 at this website as:
http://www.opinionatedgeek.com/DotNet/Tools/Base64Encode/default.aspx

Well, the third little piggy, the grade A student
His daddy was a rock star named Pig Nugent
Earned his Masters Degree from Harvard College
Built his house from his architect knowledge

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Test of 4 Vegas Personal Injury Lawyers at this site (hero data)
http://www.opinionatedgeek.com/DotNet/Tools/Base64Encode/default.aspx

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Decoded at this site
http://www.motobit.com/util/base64-decoder-encoder.asp

Glen Lerner
4795 S Durango Dr, Las Vegas, NV 89147
(702) 877-1500

Eric H. Woods
2055 W Charleston Blvd
Las Vegas, NV
(702) 737-0000

Craig P Kenny
501 S 8th St
Las Vegas, NV
(702) 380-2800

Rodney K. Okano
2300 W Sahara Ave #800
Las Vegas, NV
(702) 566-3600

What’s it like not to drive Googul’s driverless car?
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/sciencetech/article-2628404/What-like-not-drive-Googles-driverless-car.html

Test driving Googul’s driverless car
http://www.mercurynews.com/mr-roadshow/ci_25755137/test-driving-googles-driverless-car-look-mom-no

1960s Citroën DS driverless car test
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MwdjM2Yx3gU

Self driving Lucas Jaguar PROMETHEUS car from 1994
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xlVx4Dhglkg

Guideline 4 Vehicle Convoy
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z4x3eIIgABE

Automated cars from Minority Report
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vrxyr1CjiSM

True Detective Inside Joke
http://imgur.com/GVTJV5W

Time is a flat circle: TD
http://imgur.com/gallery/g9Mem06

Season 2: TD
http://i.imgur.com/5R4BZDo.png

TD Season 2 Script Started
http://www.latinpost.com/articles/11971/20140507/hbo-true-detective-season-2-script-started-pizzolato-says-they-learned-to-keep-being-strange.htm

Ultimate Daenerys Spoiler Don’t Click

the real good news. jesus was a powerful son of god. he came to open your eyes that you are too.

the corporatist beast

the kingdom of god is within you. anarchist christian Leo Tolstoy

the everlasting gospel by William Blake

No earthly parents I confess:
I am doing my Father’s business.”
He scorn’d Earth’s parents, scorn’d Earth’s God,
And mock’d the one and the other’s rod;

His seventy Disciples sent
Against Religion and Government—
They by the sword of Justice fell,
And Him their cruel murderer tell.

He left His father’s trade to roam,
A wand’ring vagrant without home;
And thus He others’ labour stole,
That He might live above control.

The publicans and harlots He
Selected for His company,
And from the adulteress turn’d away
God’s righteous law, that lost its prey.’

Was Jesus chaste? or did He
Give any lessons of chastity?
The Morning blushed fiery red:
Mary was found in adulterous bed;
Earth groan’d beneath, and Heaven above
Trembled at discovery of Love.

Jesus was sitting in Moses’ chair.
They brought the trembling woman there.
Moses commands she be ston’d to death.
What was the sound of Jesus’ breath?

He laid His hand on Moses’ law;
The ancient Heavens, in silent awe,
Writ with curses from pole to pole,
All away began to roll.
The Earth trembling and naked lay
In secret bed of mortal clay;

On Sinai felt the Hand Divine
Pulling back the bloody shrine;
And she heard the breath of God,
As she heard by Eden’s flood:
‘Good and Evil are no more!
Sinai’s trumpets cease to roar!

Cease, finger of God, to write!
The Heavens are not clean in Thy sight.
Thou art good, and Thou alone;
Nor may the sinner cast one stone.
To be good only, is to be
A God or else a Pharisee.

But, when Jesus was crucified,
Then was perfected His galling pride.
In three nights He devour’d His prey,
And still He devours the body of clay;
For dust and clay is the Serpent’s meat,
Which never was made for Man to eat.

Here’s a vid of Leek:

Game of Thrones – Leek Is Born
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FiN6NDmONFM

At the Dreadfort, Theon begs the cleaning boy (now revealed to be Ramsay Snow) to kill him and end his suffering. Ramsay nicknames Theon “Reek”, and beats him until he calls himself by his new name.

Dear Bevin,

In my opinion, the most important character to discuss is Theon Grayjoy.

We are like Theon Grayjoy many years hence. We fool ourselves into thinking that accepting our State Designated Identity of Leek, and that living as a self-denying emasculated psychopath cowards is a fortunate circumstance.

We cling to our possessions and status so fiercely. Because if we look into our past and what we sacrificed to become denizens of the First World, we’ll have to face the truth that we’ve allowed our true Theon Grayjoy selves to be killed. So that we could become the corporatist fiat currency earning servantbot Leek.

Theon Grayjoy
http://gameofthrones.wikia.com/wiki/Theon_Greyjoy

The American founding fathers can best be understood as Ramsey Snow. Not liberators of American pioneers. But rather soul-mutilators and ruthless regimental torturers of groveling lackeys hordes without dignity or sovereign capacity.
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“Theon is released from the cross by two beautiful young women. The women put Theon to bed and they then proceed to fondle him sensually. Both wenches have heard that the heir to Pyke is well endowed and are hoping to get first hand experience. Theon is distrustful at first fearing that this is another of his tormenter’s tricks. When both wenches disrobe and straddle him, Theon’s resolve to resist weakens.

Suddenly the familiar horn sounds and Ramsay enters. He too has heard how large his prisoner’s penis is and surmises it is Theon’s favorite body part. When the sadistic Ramsay brandishes an odd knife Theon realizes Ramsay means to emasculate him. Horrified Theon begs for mercy, but Ramsay quips that this is mercy as he is not killing, but merely altering Theon”

#TakeTheRedPillYourIdentityIsTheonNotLeek

Game of Thrones – Tyrion Court Scene: “I’m Guilty of Being a Dwarf!”
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Ivt3EdJuCE

Silicon Valley – Adderall Scene – “Don’t Bring Piss to a Shit Fight!”
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7SSvM9lzYV0#t=1m25s

“Better Call Saul” – Commercials – Coming to AMC November 2014
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YPR9ORpwBEU

#GreatMomentsInPopCulture

In Anarchistan, Dwarfism is just another subset in the spectrum of human modality.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dwarfism

Something you can ameliorate using the free market or not. In New Lilliputia, they represent one of the short-statured majorities found there.

Structuration
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Structuration#Structure_and_society

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Helen Kelleria is a thriving Deaf, Dumb, and Blind community in Anarchistan

It was beautifully foretold by Sci Fi author John Varley:

The Persistence of Vision – John Varley
http://www.isfdb.org/wiki/images/f/f6/THPRSSTNCF1978.jpg

A keen drifter describes the dismal political state of the world. He encounters a commune of people who are blind, deaf, and mute. Much of the story details the culture and personal habits of the people, including the different levels of touch-based communication they use. The protagonist develops strong bonds with several of the members.

The commune’s highest grade of communication attains an intense connection between each other. The people emphasize mutual understanding to overcome their physical limitations. Their rich use of unspoken language is able to establish intense clarity of others, one that cannot be attained using the senses of hearing and vision.

Spider reads John Varley’s “The Persistence of Vision”
http://castroller.com/Podcasts/BoingBoing/434233-Spider%20Robinson%20reads%20Varleys%20The%20Persistence%20of%20Vision?start=0

To the Barricades!

To the Barricades!

To the Barricades!

Pyramid of Corporatism

Come On Friends To The Barricades Again

Left & Right Corporatists

To the Barricades!

Black storms shake the sky. Dark clouds blind us
Although death and pain await us. Duty calls us against the enemy

The most precious good. is freedom
And we have to defend it. With courage and faith

Raise the revolutionary flag. Which carries the people to emancipation
Working people march onwards to the battle
We have to smash the State Reaction

To the Barricades! To the Barricades!
For the triumph of the Anarchist Confederation

Spanish Civil War

An Anarchist Perspective on the Spanish Civil War

Huge Radio Controlled A-380 Airliner

Best of Radio Controlled Vehicle Footage

Maybe I am a borehole? If so, sue me.

Ten Year Old Tennessee fiddler at the Grand Old Opry

Flying Dunebuggy

Water squeezed out of pressured rock and other things found in Russia’s Kola Superdeep Borehole
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zz6v6OfoQvs#t=144

World’s deepest hole
http://www.slate.com/blogs/atlas_obscura/2014/05/08/kola_superdeep_borehole_is_the_world_s_deepest_hole.html

Kola 7.5 mile deep hole – Wikipedia
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kola_Superdeep_Borehole

Kola Hole – Murmansk, Russia
http://www.atlasobscura.com/places/kola-superdeep-borehole

Hope you like Links. I am the Lynx in your Synx. Cat in the Hat is unavailable.
http://media.catmoji.com/post/rtm/lynx-in-your-sinks.jpg

Mentioning inflated prices made me think of India.

Cost of Living in Bangalore, India
http://www.numbeo.com/cost-of-living/city_result.jsp?country=India&city=Bangalore

1 Pair of Jeans (Levis 501 Or Similar) 2,272 Rupees
Combo Meal at McDonalds or Similar 200 Rupees
Price per Square Meter to Buy Apartment in City Centre 86,871 Rupees

Average Monthly Disposable Salary (After Tax) 38,259 Rupees

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Best of Bangalore Craigslist:

100% REal INDEPENDENT Koyel need Hot Encounter!!

Honestly, that’s what I don’t have.
That is as honest I can ever get.

Don’t let the age fool you. I am as fit as the fiddle out there. In fact, I am expecting zilch by stating my age.

What do I want? Friendship. It takes me more time than you can figure out to get sexual with a female, unless we know each other well. Wham, Bam, thank you, ma’am?

That’s fiction, really. It does not even have to be sexual, in case it frightens you, for God’s sake.

This post is not aimed at those wonderful citizens of the blr: escorts, hookers, etc., They have a way of pouncing at anyone who’s above 24. Dunno why, ask them.

Before you ask the question, here’s the answer: I am single at 21, ‘cos I live Life by my terms, my conditions.

Sigh! Now, no one will respond.

Sigh!
Before my Cindy and I were married, we went through a brief period of time when we had broken up. We lived about four hours away from each other, and she decided to come to the city I live, and visit her sister. Of course, while she was in town we met up.

Cindy borrowed her sister’s car and picked me up at my house. Cindy never dressed sleazy, in saying that, she was dressed very well and definitely got my wheels turning; and other parts.

We decided to go to a little pub style place, talk, have some dinner and a drink together. Mostly small talk, probably because both of us were afraid of saying something wrong or getting into a discussion we may not want to be in, like about why we split up. Being around her again felt really good, we were getting along great.

Cindy’s chest was just perfect for me; not small or big, but right in the middle. They stood up on their own and had a nice pinkish color around the nipple. I am more of a butt guy, however, her breast were impressive. When she would look away or up at a TV that was on, I would take quick peeks at her chest that was accented by a nice summer shirt. To follow that up, I watched her intently as she walked away to the restroom, images of her ass running through my head. She didn’t normally wear thongs, but that is what I was picturing in my head as she walked away

http://bangalore.craigslist.co.in/w4m/4466102253.html

DR, you’re right, this is a great comment thread about energy
http://ericpetersautos.com/2012/09/01/55-mpg-is-going-to-cost-you/

I’m most in agreement with BrentP, Boothe, and Eric, in that order.

– BrentP
“Downrange, I very well know what peak oil is and I have no illusions regarding peak oil because I actually dug into it and applied my knowledge of engineering to it.

Peak oil was prediction regarding light sweet crude. Not oil in its other forms. Light sweet crude is becoming a smaller and smaller percentage of the total oil production yet oil and oil products cost no more in real terms than they did before.

Hydrocarbons on other planets prove that hydrocarbons are not entirely from carbon based life forms. Either that or carbon based life forms on a time scale that predates the formation of the solar system. You’re free to speculate on alien worlds lush with life busted apart and reformed as new worlds, some with life some without.

Speaking of reports, have you read the annual reports of big oil? I have. Did you know it is felony fraud to lie in a corporate annual report? If peak oil is about all oil then you need to get these CEOs locked up for fraud. Instead of trying to convince me that you and those like you should get to run my life, start by putting big oil CEOs in prison.

The gasoline issues of the 1970s was the result of political driven dislocations in the market. Namely the inflation to pay for the vietnam war and the closing of the gold window.

As to low hanging fruit, the oil was supposed to run out when Uncle Jed type oil ran out. Turns out it didn’t because people learned to get other oil.

Peak oil cannot be applied to all oil, because at any given time what constitutes all oil changes. It can only apply to specific oil recoverable with specific technology. That’s the simple engineering fact behind production curves.”
– BrentP
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– The various forms of petroleum are so prevalent, that they have been and will continue to be the second most common liquid on the planet, behind water.
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Bitumen/Asphalt use 7,000 years ago
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Asphalt#Ancient_times

The use of asphalt/bitumen for waterproofing and as an adhesive dates at least 7,000 years ago to the early Indus community of Mehrgarh, where it was used to line the baskets in which they gathered crops.

The Sumerians used natural asphalt/bitumen deposits for mortar between bricks and stones, to cement parts of carvings, such as eyes, into place, for ship caulking, and for waterproofing. Hot asphalt/bitumen was used as mortar in the walls of Babylon

Asphalt/bitumen was used by ancient Egyptians to embalm mummies. The Persian word for asphalt is moom, which is related to the English word mummy. The Egyptians’ primary source of asphalt/bitumen was the Dead Sea, which the Romans knew as Palus Asphaltites (Asphalt Lake).

Well, you’ve actually helped me with one thing with all your links and profuse postings, Tor! I really liked rediscovering this thread:

http://ericpetersautos.com/2012/09/01/55-mpg-is-going-to-cost-you/

The entire Peak OIl discussion was covered thoroughly by me in this forum in that thread in 2012, for chrissakes – so it’s clear I’m wasting my time trying to get anyone here to investigate further. Just see all my posts there, Ibid, ibid ibid…

I’m done.

Paul Krugman’s Debunked Claim of “Peak Internet”
http://i.imgur.com/B9oMzZd.jpg

Doh!

East Africa’s ($4 Bil) Largest Public Works Project Ever
http://www.standardmedia.co.ke/?articleID=2000119804

Chinese Man behind $50 Billion Central American Canal
http://www.scmp.com/business/china-business/article/1505360/enigma-behind-us50b-canal-project-says-he-not-agent-china

5 Massive Chinese Public Works Projects
http://www.echinacities.com/news/5-Massive-Chinese-Public-Works-Projects-That-You-Probably-Didnt-Know-About

Ongoing Persian Gulf Projects Total $2.62 trillion
http://www.arabnews.com/news/461160

Top Ten American Public Works Projects of the centurty
http://www2.apwa.net/about/awards/toptencentury/chica.htm

List of Megaprojects
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_megaprojects

The cure for megalomania seems worse than the disease. Wouldn’t it be to stop fantasizing about having power, relevance, potency, and self-esteem?

i.e. to be a tucked-dick self-loathing metrosexual chimera, debilitated by a consuming fear that casting his own shadow on the world might somehow injure the environment? Ugggh! Another helping of NPD please.

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Megalomania is a crazy hunger for power and wealth, and a passion for grand schemes. Comic book villains often suffer from megalomania. Their plans are thwarted only by superheroes.

Megalomania comes from the Greek megas (“great”) and mania (“madness”). It is a madness of greatness, but not a great kind of madness! Megalomaniacs in history: Alexander the Great, Genghis Khan, Napoleon Bonaparte, Josef Stalin, and maybe even the tycoon Donald Trump.
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Megalomania is a psychopathological condition characterized by delusional fantasies of power, relevance, omnipotence, and by inflated self-esteem.[1] Historically it was used as an old name for narcissistic personality disorder prior to the latter’s first use by Heinz Kohut in 1968, and is used today as a non-clinical equivalent.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Megalomania
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Re: Gender Authoritarianism (background on my use of metrosexual as a slur)

I’m all for people finding empowering sexual relationships. I ‘m against people being forced to stifle their natural urges, and not against any chosen gender modality per se. The state is a kind of serial rapist that seeks to make people act queer and feel queer, because turning people inside out empowers them and increases their control.

In the Showtime show House of Lies – Marty (Don Cheedle)’s kid dresses and grooms like a girl and has a girlfriend who dresses and acts like a guy. Though cringeworthy to me personally, it actually seems to work out fine, at least through Season 3.

House of Lies – The Other Side of Marty
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F-SXB2enLYM

Holy Crap is it interesting to search site:epautos + Chris Martenson.

You get 4 hits:

1. Mithrandir
2012/06/24/lil-stinker-won

2. Downrange
2012/08/17/winning-arguments

3. Rob
2012/01/15/pssst-its-still-about-a-buck

4. Downrange
2012/09/01/55-mpg-is-gonna

“Peak Oil is not debatable; it’s a fact, and the only question is when.” – Downrange/DR

“I suspect most here will find it [CM Crash Course] so riveting that you’ll stay the course.” – Mithrandir

I concur with the objections of the other commenters regarding peak oil assertions which can be learned by reading Eric’s articles. It’s definitely worth talking about Energy. IMHO, (total energy usage – net habitat degradation) is the most important wealth metric there is.

But what’s amazingly interesting is there’s a video of clover! he goes by DrRightAnswer on YouTube.

Why Ron Paul Is Wrong About The Gold Standard
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uWdDAjAMmlE

If there are more videos by clover, I would definitely enjoy seeing them.

I think your style, Tor, is to overpower with lots of links and (APPARENTLY) well-researched counterpoint, to sort of take the stage and own it. It amazes me that you have the time for this. I wonder if Eric will bequeath this platform to you when he finally grows tired of it. I also wonder at your energy. I’m thinking “megalomania.”

I hope others will NOT take your meanderings here as the signal to NOT research for themselves the work Chris has put together in the Crash Course, something all your spurious assemblings – collage style – could never approximate. Not even if you had a billion monkeys typing on a billion typewriters…

Yes, obviously the answer is clear. Count your carbons. /sarc off

One little, two little, three little carbons… /mock off

Martenson’s a late first round; early second round; draft-pick collapsologist. I find him lacking in vision and in peer-connections needed to truly inspire and inform. He’s an optional gateway drug before truly taking the red pill and finding how deep the rabbit hole goes. / JMHO

I’ll take Matt Ridley over Martenson any day. / JMHO

Why most resources don’t run out

Technology is often the mother of science

The Party’s Over http://ifile.it/30klbo
Peak Everything http://ifile.it/9a78xf
The Biofuel Delusion http://ifile.it/zbijn4
Twilight in the Desert http://ifile.it/7xrdw2
Sustainable Agriculture and Food Security in an Era of Oil Scarcity http://ifile.it/32y4dp
Power Down http://ifile.it/2topi0

In a larger sense, all substances, and higher beings were likely abiotic at some long ago point.

Which came first, Humanity, or our Terrestrial Egg home?

Crude Oil is the blackblood of sub-dermal planetary life.
http://rationalwiki.org/wiki/Abiotic_oil

We walk the skin of the Earth, amid oceans of sweat and oils, and breath in vaporous atmospheric breath. It’s a continuum of simple to complex substances. From more alive to less alive. It’s not a world of dichotomous dead and alive. The periodic table isn’t a prison. It’s a living banquet that is set for consuption, an all-surrounding and endlessly delicious delight.

We’re already having multiple Sputnik moments: Free Love, Antiwar, Me Generations, Young Digital Society, Culture Rejection & Apathy, Wikileaks, Bitcoin, DIY medical testing, 3D printing, Youthslang, Hard Asset Holding, Indie Preppers, Local Militias, Consumer Self-Control, Urban Gardens, Debt Avoidance, Neighborhood Gambling Clubs, Undocumenteds, Stealth Offgrid Guys, Uber, Property Sharing Technology

By comparison they’re exposed as apparatchiks who can only prohibit, plunder, and destroy.

In 1957, Fedgov was embarassed by Sputnik. It countered well with 1969 Apollo.

But what of today: Drones, no-knock raids, total commerce shutdown, total surveillance. All these false step stumblings make them that much more hated and vulnerable from every quarter.

Get ready now, men. (men is not a gender thing, consider a man as a head of a household, thus sometimes a woman)

Keep your home and family pristine and clean with ultra-hygiene . But you should be comfortable in any 2nd and 3rd world scenario. Go on, drink the water. Visit the rubble and the slums. Rub elbows with the addicts and lowlifes. Abandon fears of disease.

In all my years as a slumlord, I’ve never once got sick. Because I don’t believe or fear any of it. When I am in pain or fear something as unhealthful, I avoid it of course. But slowly, surely, I’ve developed tolerance and immunity.

Feces, grease, the smear of spilled food, vermin, pests, creepies, crawlies, scurriers, bacterias, viruses, they too are life. They too are to be respected and faced head on. Cleared away with bare hands.

Silverware and plates, can be licked clean and then put away. These aren’t the days of Felix Unger. These are the days of Oscar Madison. Smoky rooms with vague odors are safer, less snitches and clovers are there. Learn to live dirty and free. Then go home and clean hard and thorough.

As far as looks go, I see only two criteria of merit.

How attractive are the women that want to f*ck you/be f*cked by you. And how hard do they want to f*ck/be f*cked by you? Nothing else matters.

I am old and beyond much of this now. But I’m not yet dead enough to forget. Vanity is satiated by the eyes of your beholders.

Let women pick your gladrags and fix your hair, be embarassed for your manners, etc. for surely, they will. In any inspection situation, always leave them some flaws to find, for then they feel needed and purposeful.

To properly fit in the 2nd and 3rd worlds of Amer-Afr-ica, you have to look the part. Be able to slip into and out of dandyhood and getting dolled up rapidly and with ease.

You need to be real in the real world, and not a doll.

**This is a work of fiction. characters, places, events, organizations, and incidents either are the product of my imagination or are used fictitiously. any resemblance to actual persons, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. my works generally contain sexual or agorist themes, objectionable language and behavior which should be avoided by most human beings.

If you are easily offended, unable to discern the difference between the written word and reality, dislike the use of profanity, are uptight, or are saved to the point where reading this material may pose danger to your immortal soul, then you should immediately cease reading any further and step away from whichever medium you have chosen to digest my work.

I accept no responsibility for any thoughts you may form after reading my works. Nothing written by myself is copyright you are free to adapt or use in whatever way you wish**

Janet

Yellen is a fiddy dolla hooker and

A Counterfeiterette General Just Like Useless Grant

This is such a Kick Ass thread, Tor.

I especially liked this, “I loathe the whole hospital concept. Why consent to them keeping you there servile and prostrate in a prison?”

I imagine this thread will be wildly ignored by many, and scoffed at by, The Bastards.

That’s the way of truth and the truth tellers.

The World Is Round!

Sorry, the above comment was gratuitously weird, and untrue. Don’t mean to offput anyone. Individuality is actually really boring most of the time.

Dear Helot,

I love Hogan’s Heroes. The daycare lady let me sit in the front room and watch it because my parents picked me up at the same time it was on.

The rest of the day was spent shut in the attic with my sister. I was eventually banhammered for some reason, this video reminds me of the incident, I’m not sure why.

1 Hubbert predicted peak oil to occur in the year 2000.

It did not occur, his model has been invalidated. Some state scientists using his discredited model now conjecture that peak oil will occur between 2020 and 2040.

2 From CERA (Cambridge Energy Research Associates)
M. King Hubbert’s methodology falls down because it does not consider likely resource growth, application of new technology, basic commercial factors, or the impact of geopolitics on production. The case for the imminent peak is flawed. Production in 2005 in the Lower 48 in the United States was 66 percent higher than Hubbert projected.

3 Some may say I’ve hit many peaks in my life, and should be widely regarded as on the decline:

4 But what does that mean scientifically? I have less energy, am less attractive, am less ambitious, and ad infinitum. There are tradeoffs to these I’m not going to divulge. “Peak Personality” is just another femnist/metrosexual construct to bamboozle the productive man.

5 I reject the ridiculous notion I have peaked. I will proceed ever more boldly against any who dare say otherwise. Come at me sis.

The Obama Frowns! Ha!

What might be helpful is to do a hardnosed-realist analysis of the caste system that exists in the US. Just try to be brutally factual about it; not make judgments or try to influence.

Making-A-Living Castes (318 million people)
1 dependent caste
2 dependent advocacy caste
3 producer caste
4 producer harvesting/remediation caste
5 wage laborer caste
6 wage laborer advocacy/harvesting/remediation caste
7 professional, franchise caste
8 trusts, corporates caste

Modes-of-Living Households(3.8 million sq. miles)
1 homeless/off the grid households
2 government-housed households
3 renter households
4 homeowner households
5 farmer/rancher/developer households
6 military/grazing/mining households
7 govt conservational land (housing forbidden)
8 treaty/trust land households
9 corporate church/non-profit households
10 corporate retail households
11 corporate industrial households

What if LibertarianCarGuy was organized as a patriarchy? Each patri, member, of this patriarchy, would have his own individual agreement.

Patriarchy
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Patriarchy

To become a patri, send in a least $5 and a letter to Eric’s address in Floyd County. A patri should also send at least one letter a year, and also make at least one pilgrimage in his lifetime to the Libertarian Car Guy clubhouse garage in VA.

Sample IC agreement (could be modified for Patriarchy Agmt)
https://www.docracy.com/0rgkbvacolg/independent-contractor-agreement-template

Or maybe apply to join the LCGAC/LMGMC (libertarian car guy motorclub; libertarian motorcycle guy motorcycle club)
http://www.pleasureriders.net/PRMC%20Annual%20Membership%20(3).pdf (to be modified as appropriate)

Anyone else have better ideas?

Cricket Sounds

The Heat Death of Democracy

“In a Closed System, Stupidity Tends to Increase Until It Reaches a Maximum” – April 30, 2014 – F. Reed

In something called Upshot, apparently the love child of the New York Times, I find a piece by a negligible robot happily chronicling the failures of boys in school. This has become a ritual for feminists and pussy-whipped male Sonderkommandos. If smugness and condescension were oil, these tail-wagging unmen would be gushers, maybe a gas field.

This particular dropping rattles on (if droppings rattle) about the superior “social skills” of girls, which in fact they have. (“Social skills” is illiterate sociobabble. It is plural, so I ask, what are these skills? Bright smile? Curtsey? Subtle flattery? “Sally has a really good bright smile, but her subtle flattery needs work.”)

After running on about the superior social skills of girls (meaning that they are docile, obedient, easily managed, and seek approval from teachers), the author, David Leonhardt, points out that girls are getting far more four-year college degrees, etc. All true.

He does not point out is that schools at all levels have been made (deliberately, I think) so hostile to males (the endless sexual-harassment propaganda), with so heavy an emphasis on procedure complied with instead of material mastered (neat homework, pretty pictures pasted into projects), and so much emphasis on socialization to feminine norms and on inculcation of Appropriate Values, that boys are asphyxiated. It is intellectual water-boarding. And has produced the desired result.

There is in all of this much schadenfreude from women who enjoy seeing boys fail, and a great deal of passive aggression: “Bobby, we are making your life miserable and doing our best to turn you into an involuntary lesbian for your own good. Now keep quiet, take your Ritalin, and don’t move an inch, you little bastard.”

A thread running through it all is the notion that boys are just, well, to put it frankly, not very smart, good perhaps for carrying heavy objects but not suited to a modern world founded on intelligence. A couple of quotes catch this:

“As the economy continues to shift away from brawn and toward brains, many men have struggled with the transition.” And “’Boys are getting the wrong message about what you need to do to be successful,’ Ms. Buchmann says. ‘Traditional gender roles are misguiding boys. In today’s economy, being tough and being strong are not what leads to success.’”

Women of feminist stripe have always resented the physical strength of men and have argued that either it doesn’t really exist or that it doesn’t matter (women in the infantry), and that anyway women are more intelligent if not held back by oppressive etc. It may well be true that women are more suited to a bureaucratic society in which order, procedure, following rules, and placidity are paramount. However, in the matter of brains and their importance for the economy, it is interesting to check the facts.

Boys are not less intelligent than girls. In post-pubertal IQ, males have only a small advantage in mean IQ, perhaps because of their slightly larger brains or perhaps because it is an artifact of testing. What is not debatable is that men have higher variance in intelligence, meaning a broader range of scores—i.e., there are more very smart men than women, and very stupid men than women. The math predicts that at two standard deviations from the mean, IQ 130, there should be two men per woman. Checking Mensa membership by sex (Mensa requiring 130 for membership, the top two percent) we find—who would have guessed it—that the membership is 66% male. Two to one.

The Graduate Record Examination is a high-end test given to college graduates, usually because they want to go to grad school. The scores are broken down by career field (the chart is worth a glance) and by verbal and mathematical ability. The eight highest-scoring fields—physics, mathematics, computer science, economics, chemical engineering, materials science, mechanical engineering, and electrical engineering—have blistering math scores, and are all…all…dominated by men.

The two lowest-scoring careers are education, overwhelmingly female, and public administration. Thus we have morons, administered by slightly worse morons, trying to teach boys who, at the high end, are so much smarter than the teachers as to constitute another species.

I suspect that the psychologists, ed majors, therapists and suchlike clutter who hold forth on schooling on boys simply have no idea of what high intelligence is or why it matters. In the foregoing I mentioned standard deviation:

\sigma = \sqrt{\frac{1}{N} \sum_{i=1}^N (x_i – \mu)^2}, {\rm \ \ where\ \ } \mu = \frac{1}{N} \sum_{i=1}^N x_i.

For the little boy who one day will pop 710 on the math GREs, such things are neither frightening nor off-putting. They are fascinating. Such kids could certainly grasp the notation above while taking eighth-grade algebra. From these boys—they are almost always boys—come the things that make for international competiveness. We would be very wise to keep this in mind. We will not.

For decades and decades, America has made pandering to political groups—teachers’ unions, racial lobbies, feminists—more important than quality in schooling. In 1980, in a piece for Harper’s, I wrote, “Evidence of this appears periodically, as, for example, in the results of a competency test given to applicants for teaching positions in Pinellas County, Florida, cited in Time, June 16, 1980. To pass this grueling examination, an applicant had to be able to read at the tenth-grade level and do arithmetic at the eighth-grade level. Though they all held B.A.’s, 25 percent of the whites and 79 percent of the blacks failed. Similar statistics exist for other places.” Morons to the left, morons to the right, and not a drop to drink.

Thus did we, and thus do we. We have dumbed down tests, simplified curricula, and debased grading to make various groups look better than they are.

Boys flourish, as do men, when they are allowed to compete, preferably in the company of other males, in fields of their choosing, without strangling social rules. Silicon Valley is the wild west of such endeavor. Consider the following start-ups, and who started them:

Google (Sergei Bryn, Larry Page), Intel (Gordon Moore, Robert Noyce), Apple (Steve Jobs, Steve Wozniak), Microsoft (Bill Gates), Dell Computer (Michael Dell), Facebook (Mark Zuckerberg), YouTube (Chad Hurley, Steve Chen, Jawed Karim), Netscape (Mark Andreesen), Yahoo (Jerry Yang, David Filo), AMD (long list of guys from Fairchild Semiconductor), Twitter (Jack Dorsey), Wikipedia (Jimmy Wales, Larry Sanger), PayPal (Peter Thiel), Ebay (Pierre Omidyar). Et very cetera.

Forgive me for laboring the point, but I think it important for the country’s future to understand who we need to encourage. Who invented the following?

Euclidean geometry. Parabolic geometry. Hyperbolic geometry. Projective geometry. Differential geometry. Algebra. Limits, continuity, differentiation, integration. Physical chemistry. Organic chemistry. Biochemistry. Classical mechanics. The indeterminacy principle. The wave equation. The Parthenon. The Anabasis. Air conditioning. Number theory. Romanesque architecture. Gothic architecture. Information theory. Entropy. Enthalpy. Almost every symphony ever written. Pierre Auguste Renoir. The twelve-tone scale. The mathematics behind it, twelfth root of two and all that. S-p hybrid bonding orbitals. The Bohr-Sommerfeld atom. The purine-pyrimidine structure of the DNA ladder. Single-sideband radio. All other radio. Dentistry. The internal-combustion engine. Turbojets. Turbofans. Doppler beam-sharpening. Penicillin. Airplanes. Surgery. The mammogram. The Pill. The condom. Polio vaccine. The integrated circuit. The computer. Football. Computational fluid dynamics. Tensors. The Constitution. Euripides, Sophocles, Aristophanes, Aeschylus, Homer, Hesiod. Glass. Rubber. Nylon. Roads. Buildings. Elvis. Acetylcholinesterase inhibitors. (OK, those are nerve agents, and maybe we didn’t really need them.) Silicone. The automobile. Really weird stuff, like clathrates, Buckyballs, and rotaxanes. The Bible. Bug spray. Diffie-Hellman, public-key cryptography, and RSA. Et cetera.

Enough. Leonhardt ends on a note of almost kinky submissiveness:
“The problem doesn’t simply involve men trying to overcome the demise of a local factory or teenage boys getting into trouble. It involves children so young that most haven’t even learned the word “gender.” Yet their gender is already starting to cast a long shadow over their lives.”

Just so. But it is not their own gender casting the shadow.

http://fredoneverything.net/Upshot.shtml

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There’s no gate. No wait. Mentally masturbate. Tell it to us straight. Feel free to hate.
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Police cars respond to a report of a streaking student in Calgary, AB
http://i.imgur.com/xRvc8EA.jpg

Best car stereo of 10 years ago versus best car stereo today
http://i.imgur.com/NGcUN.jpg

Your Tesla has been delivered. In dash electric crack pipe and crack hooka included.
http://imgur.com/a/hxLTw

Don’t pay a stranger – auto maintenance s/b DIY
http://i.imgur.com/c9Ups.gif

When having service work done, take the time to familiarize yourself with your vehicle
http://i.imgur.com/LT1Fi3N.png

News About Obama – From North Korea:

Obama’s gut-wrenching, revolting facial features, monkey climbing up this and that tree and scrounging up fruits on the ground, It’s certain that Obama has slipped out of the body of a monkey, he should live as a monkey in an African natural zoo licking the breadcrumbs thrown him by spectators.

http://freekorea.us/2014/05/07/really-north-korea-called-president-obama-a-wicked-black-monkey/

Actual article, open in Google Chrome for translation
http://kcna.co.jp/calendar/2014/05/05-02/2014-0502-020.html

KJU – A Dark Knight
http://img0.joyreactor.com/pics/comment/art-kim-jong-un-north-korea-countries-418994.png

Only Fat Kid
http://funnyasduck.net/wp-content/uploads/2013/04/funny-kim-jong-un-only-fat-kid-entire-country-north-korea-pics.jpg
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Meanwhile at the American Magic: The Gathering Grand Prix in Richmond, VA:
http://imgur.com/a/SjcgE
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This is Humanity
http://i.imgur.com/b90ZE.jpg
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Finally a good pic of my dog taking a crap
http://i.imgur.com/SFWj02j.jpg

Ah, finally, a place for all of my crap. Thank you.
http://iambrony.dget.cc/mlp/gif/buzzards_0.gif

So these Statists are motivated by fear. Especially zombies. If they become scared enough of us, we can rule them. What if some of us become zombies?

1 implant additional organs. If you have a heartattack, it’s no big deal, you already have an additional heart implant and an artificial heart as well as a fail safe.

2 Partition your brain. Implant synthetic processing units. Partial brain death is no longer a problem, as long as other parts of your brain remain viable, you can retrain them with whatever you lose. In the case of total brain death, your total body pacemaker can take control of all your functions and keep you life-like.

3 Ultralight motorized exoskeleton. While conventionally alive, you can use your muscles to move you about. By also having a redundant exoskeleton, you are prepared to be able to move, even when muscle activity ceases.

4 Portable life support. Instead of being bedridden, a mobile life support system allows you to freely act and move around no matter how poor your health becomes. Even being in a coma is no longer a barrier to an active lifestyle.

5 WIFI opensource interface HOS – Human Operating System. As you enter your platinum years, your friends and family will be able to program you to do or say whatever they like. With the deluxe package, they’ll be able to replay your greatest moments because you have digitally recorded key events of your life for posterity and perpetuity purposes.

Zombie Apocalypse
http://truthstreammedia.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/11/zombie-apacalypse.jpg

6 No Quality of Life Is Too Low
http://www.linacre.org/ordexord.html

7 Use Blood substitutes
http://www.cell.com/trends/biotechnology/fulltext/S0167-7799(14)00035-3
Use all manner of substitutes that become available

8 Near Immortality Is Coming
http://io9.com/5414151/near-immortality-within-the-next-20-years-life-extension-scientists-hope-so

9 Enable the super rich to live longer. Instead of a class of PTB with longer lifespans. We’ll develop, pioneer, and then sell our new capabilities to the highest bidder. Who ever can afford it, will be able to live as long as they’d like.

10 Apply anti-aging breakthrough research that reverses aging in mice and worms to humans. We’re not constrained by outdated rules of scientific propriety. Our research will progress much more rapidly due to the lack of outdated constraining rules.
http://blogs.kqed.org/newsfix/2013/12/20/121601/anti-aging-research-mice