Wednesday, October 1, 2014

Scatter them bombs like fairy dust.

Bomb Everyone

September 30, 2014

Humanitarian arguments, if consistently applied, could be used to flatten the entire Middle East

By George Monbiot, published in the Guardian 1st October 2014

Let’s bomb the Muslim world – all of it – to save the lives of its people. Surely this is the only consistent moral course? 

Why stop at blowing up Islamic State, when the Syrian government has murdered and tortured so many? This, after all, was last year’s moral imperative. What’s changed?

How about blasting the Shia militias in Iraq? One of them selected 40 people from the streets of Baghdad in June and murdered them for being Sunnis(1). Another massacred 68 people at a mosque in August(2). They now talk openly of “cleansing” and “erasure”(3), once Islamic State has been defeated. As a senior Shia politician warns, “we are in the process of creating Shia al-Qaida radical groups equal in their radicalisation to the Sunni Qaida.”(4)

What humanitarian principle instructs you to stop there? In Gaza this year, 2,100 Palestinians were massacred: including people taking shelter in schools and hospitals. Surely these atrocities demand an air war against Israel? And what’s the moral basis for refusing to liquidate Iran? Mohsen Amir-Aslani was hanged there last week for making “innovations in the religion” (suggesting that the story of Jonah in the Qu’ran was symbolic rather than literal)(5). Surely that should inspire humanitarian action from above? Pakistan is crying out for friendly bombs: an elderly British man, Mohammed Asghar, who suffers from paranoid schizophrenia, is, like other blasphemers, awaiting execution there after claiming to be a holy prophet(6). One of his prison guards has already shot him in the back.

Is there not an urgent duty to blow up Saudi Arabia? It has beheaded 59 people so far this year, for offences that include adultery, sorcery and witchcraft(7). It has long presented a far greater threat to the west than Isis now poses. In 2009 Hillary Clinton warned in a secret memo that “Saudi Arabia remains a critical financial support base for al-Qa’ida, the Taliban … and other terrorist groups.”(8) In July, the former head of MI6, Sir Richard Dearlove, revealed that Prince Bandar bin Sultan, until recently the head of Saudi intelligence, told him: “The time is not far off in the Middle East, Richard, when it will be literally ‘God help the Shia’. More than a billion Sunnis have simply had enough of them.”(9) Saudi support for extreme Sunni militias in Syria during Bandar’s tenure is widely blamed for the rapid rise of Isis(10,11). Why take out the subsidiary and spare the headquarters?

The humanitarian arguments aired in parliament last week(12), if consistently applied, could be used to flatten the entire Middle East and West Asia. By this means you could end all human suffering, liberating the people of these regions from the vale of tears in which they live.

Perhaps this is the plan: Barack Obama has now bombed seven largely-Muslim countries(13), in each case citing a moral imperative. The result, as you can see in Libya, Iraq, Pakistan, Afghanistan,Yemen, Somalia and Syria, has been the eradication of jihadi groups, of conflict, chaos, murder, oppression and torture. Evil has been driven from the face of the earth by the destroying angels of the west.

Now we have a new target, and a new reason to dispense mercy from the sky, with similar prospects of success. Yes, the agenda and practices of Isis are disgusting. It murders and tortures, terrorises and threatens. As Obama says, it is a “network of death”(14). But it’s one of many networks of death. Worse still, a western crusade appears to be exactly what it wants(15).

Already Obama’s bombings have brought Isis and Jabhat al-Nusra, a rival militia affiliated to Al Qaeda, together(16). More than 6,000 fighters have joined Isis since the bombardment began(17). They dangled the heads of their victims in front of the cameras as bait for war planes. And our governments were stupid enough to take it.

And if the bombing succeeds? If – and it’s a big if – it manages to tilt the balance against Isis, what then? Then we’ll start hearing once more about Shia death squads and the moral imperative to destroy them too – and any civilians who happen to get in the way. The targets change; the policy doesn’t. Never mind the question, the answer is bombs. In the name of peace and the preservation of life, our governments wage perpetual war.

While the bombs fall, our states befriend and defend other networks of death. The US government still refuses – despite Obama’s promise – to release the 28 redacted pages from the Joint Congressional Inquiry into 9/11, which document Saudi Arabian complicity in the attack on America(18). In the UK, in 2004 the Serious Fraud Office began investigating allegations of massive bribes paid by the British weapons company BAE to Saudi ministers and middlemen. Just as the crucial evidence was about to be released, Tony Blair intervened to stop the investigation(19). The biggest alleged beneficiary was Prince Bandar, mentioned above. The Serious Fraud Office was investigating a claim that, with the approval of the British government, he received £1bn in secret payments from BAE(20).

And still it goes on. Last week’s Private Eye, drawing on a dossier of recordings and emails, alleges that a British company has paid £300m in bribes to facilitate weapons sales to the Saudi National Guard(21). When a whistleblower in the company reported these payments to the British ministry of defense, instead of taking action it alerted his bosses. He had to flee the country to avoid being thrown into a Saudi jail. Smirking, lying, two-faced bastards – this scarcely begins to touch it.
There are no good solutions that military intervention by the UK or the US can engineer. There are political solutions in which our governments could play a minor role: supporting the development of effective states that don’t rely on murder and militias, building civic institutions that don’t depend on terror, helping to create safe passage and aid for people at risk. Oh, and ceasing to protect and sponsor and arm selected networks of death. Whenever our armed forces have bombed or invaded Muslims nations, they have made life worse for those who live there. The regions in which our governments have intervened most are those which suffer most from terrorism and war. That is neither coincidental nor surprising.

Yet our politicians affect to learn nothing. Insisting that more killing will magically resolve deep-rooted conflicts, they scatter bombs like fairy dust.


http://www.monbiot.com/

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Monday, September 22, 2014

Big loud fucking dog.

I'm awake way too early this morning, this seems to be an unfortunate pattern lately, well it’s not my pattern, it’s actually the pattern of the animals that live in my neighborhood.  I’m baffled as to how this has happened.  I live in a very suburban older neighborhood built in the early 70’s in a somewhat affluent area of town, I do not live in a farm community or next door to an animal shelter or in the hood, so why the fuck is there a roaster crowing across the street from my home every damn morning. "Hey neighbor !!"  I do not give a fuck if you want fresh eggs, straight out of the chickens butt... there is a Piggly Wiggly a few blocks away, buy your eggs like everyone else.

 Once that damn cock starts a crowing, two or three dogs start howling and barking in a type of unison, This all begins at 4:30 am and continues well past 5:00 am every god damn day…? It’s like a fucking animal opera outside my window.  It starts about a block away, with what I can only imagine is one big fucking dog, who’s owner has to be awake at 4:30 am and when his owners alarm goes off, this big loud fucking dog thinks this is also a good time to make his needs known, as in, "BARK,bark, bark hey owner you left me chained up outside all night, how about giving me some fucking food" " Bark, bark, bark, bark, bark, bark, more barking and then more barking and then every dog in a two block radius feels the need to start barking, for fuck sake bark, bark, bark, bark , bark  barking for easily 30 straight minutes, then the cock starts a crowing,
(Do roasters taste like chicken?)

 I have experienced the exact time it takes a grown adult to wake up, take a shower, get ready for work and retrieve some kibble and stroll outside to feed the dog before leaving for work, and it is awful close to that time frame. However I don’t think this pencil dick has a clue that the whole time he is in the shower his fucking big ass dog is barking it’s fucking head off and has started a dog revolt in the neighborhood. This one lonely big ass loud dog is not only disturbing the peace of the whole damn neighborhood but has me thinking in a passive aggressive manner.  

I’m thinking about having a block party for my neighbors and their pets, Maybe, I'll serve "chicken wings." I’ll make up flyers and stable them to the power poles plus hand them out on my morning walk.
It will be so much fun to meet all my neighbors and their lovely pets and when that big loud fucking dog and his pencil dick owner show up at my party, I will be kicking both of them in the balls, Bastards.

“Curmudgeon, curmudgeon.”





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Sunday, September 21, 2014

Man Crush

So, I watched, the band, The 1975 on guitar center sessions last night,  I kept talking about this song and the grove of the lead singer, now Alicia is teasing me, she keeps saying, that I have a man crush on Matty Healy.






I've been trying to tell her, it's the mathematical approach to their pop music that caught my attention, just like the music back in the 80's you know that kind of brainless pop fun...music with no real redeemable value.....I think all she hears me say is  blah blah blah
And she just keeps saying....."bro'mance you got a crush on Matty...crush on Matty...." I'm starting to remember why, I was a bachelor for so long....



However, she might be right,  he is"OmGz hAwT" kind of like Kasey Kahne.



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Friday, September 19, 2014

Fire

Alicia and I are making our way, out of Dillard's, frikin 40% off sale or some bull shit, she had to go, So, I had to go, I'll never understand that crap, anyway, as we walked past the lady's dressing rooms we both spotted the 20 something year old hipster, literally hanging on one of the changing room doors, talking to his 20 something year girl friend we can all see her, over the door ledge,
And what words do we hear coming from his lips?

 "Damn it Lizzie, You can’t start a fire, worrying about your little world, falling apart !!"


I busted out, laughing my ass off, I started laughing so hard I dropped two of my girlfriends bags, I stopped walking to regain my composure and pick up her bags, while I was stopped and stooped, she just kept walking, like she didn't know who the crazy old man was, laughing his ass off between the Ralph Lauren and the Antonio Melani. She says I embarrass her. She's right, I do.

 But not as embarrassed as that hipster was, when I started laughing my ass off at what he said, especially, while I was stopped and stooped,  I looked him right in the eyes, winked and said " You go, Bruce" and strolled after my girlfriend.

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The captains list

I Love Lucy (television)
Moon Landing
Berlin Wall (Up & Down)
Steve Jobs (Apple)
Disco
Thai Food
Star Wars/Trek
Nirvana (Band)
Rocky (Rocky II?)

Marvin Gaye's 1972 album, Trouble Man.



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Thursday, September 18, 2014

cognitive map






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Shit circus













Isn't it amazing, even with all the warnings, like these from 38 years ago, from the movie "Network"

We still allowed it to happen, and it is worse than ever today.

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Thursday, September 4, 2014

Friday, August 29, 2014

Wisdom of Marx





I, not events, have the power to make me happy or unhappy today. I can choose which it shall be. Yesterday is dead, tomorrow hasn't arrived yet. I have just one day, today, and I'm going to be happy in it.

-Groucho Marx


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Monday, August 11, 2014

Slim is the new orange


8/4/2014




I'd always thought a sedentary lifestyle was the goal and I must admit, it was wonderful while it lasted. However, some of us are just built for activity and work for those of us that find this to be true, the result is a longer happier life.

I've lost 26 lbs of jolly fat and trimmed the beard and I feel great, the beard may have to make a come back this winter, the chicks dig it.

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Wednesday, February 26, 2014

Thursday Incident


2/6/2014

  I'd eaten late, really late, just finishing an albacore tuna sandwich, crackers and cheese around 11:30 pm, 10 minutes later the dirty plate was still sitting on the end table next to me, unfortunately, glancing at that plate with my disapproving attitude was not solving the problem, it had worn out its welcome, but that damn plate would not be ignored, just sitting there. 
So I got up and took the annoying right wing republican tea partyish plate into my kitchen and ran water over it. 

That little self-imposed drama over.  I headed back toward my living room chair, suddenly changing directions, I walked thru my home office and out the front door onto the porch, craning my neck upward staring toward the cloudless sky, the stars were shimmering with the grand intensity only seen during these bitterly cold winter nights, it was a breathtakingly beautiful sight, the lyrics to Moondance ran through my head, Van Morrison what a fucking stud. Then my brain and skin objected to the temperature and inside seemed better than out of side, so in I went.

 Back inside my warm cozy house, every time I think those words “warm cozy house” it reminds me of a Hobbit Hole "In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole and that meant comfort."

I know that may be an odd thought, as I live in a house not a Hobbit Hole, it’s just one of those strange thoughts that come from my strange brain and a childhood of reading and imagining wonderful adventures.

 I strode back inside cutting my eyes at the thermostat to see if it was maintaining the correct temp, it was within a degree or two of my desired coziness, so I continued toward my lazy boy chair, “the big brown chair” as it was named by a close friend and the name stuck, now everyone calls it “the big brown chair” I have spent the last few years in intense reflection and healing and this chair has been a major part of that healing. I’m grateful for the comfort and peace that has been found in it.

So, once again I was attempting to place my newly fat ass back in the big brown chair and was already reaching for a book attempting to continue the self-imposed  book reading marathon that had become an evening habit during the last couple months, tonight’s book was “The Evolving Self” by Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi.  I like to read a few pages while digesting my food with a little soft jazz and then wake early and do a little writing before my day of intense fog horn whistling begins, damn, I really do enjoy being a fucking pretentious asshole at times.

Anyway, while sitting down into my chair, I suddenly felt both of my shoulders get heavy, it felt like a huge weight was being applied directly on top of them, then a tingling sensation started from my shoulder blades and ran down my arms toward my fingers, this was followed by nausea and dizziness, I felt like I was going to pass out, it was very unsettling and uncomfortable, I got really scared, I began to sit forward in my chair lowering my head and reaching for my cell phone, thinking, if I'm going to fall out, I will roll onto the floor and dial 911.

I was just sitting there on the edge of my chair thinking “Damn it !!!... I’m having a heart attack or a stroke, I’m gonna to die right here, right now, Die, right here, right now” “This just sucks; I’m not ready to die…..” Not like this, 49 years old... fading away like this… Hell, I've been fading away for the last 3 years, this sucks. I’m not ready…"holy shit I've never really taken care of myself…. I always believed I would die young and knew this shit would happen one day… but as I've aged I thought it would be cancer or liver failure maybe a stroke.. but this feels like a heart attack, Fuck this just sucks.

The feeling of hopelessness was overwhelming, I had no control over what my body was doing, that feeling passed, then, this feeling and understanding came over me, a feeling of acceptance, oh yeah,  I have no control over this event, if I die, I die…"

The cognitive process being somewhat complete.  I now understood, I was completely at the mercy of the events that were happening to my body. I was dying,  impotent and helpless, I had no control over this situation and was literary alone at this moment and in this world and would be leaving it sooner than I had thought.

Then the cold sweats hit me, it’s an odd feeling to be clammy cold and sweaty at the same time, I laid my head back in my chair and at that second the nausea and dizziness started to subside.


This life changing event only lasted about 2 to 3 min, it felt much longer.

 I've never felt that degree of helplessness and powerlessness.
There was no coming to god moment for me, nor did my life flash before my eyes.  I thought about my children and loved ones, I felt regret at being an overall disappointment to most of them.  But somehow I've always known they would all be OK without me. Mostly, I felt anger at dying alone, sitting in a lazy boy chair, fading away…that just seemed really fucking lame and sad to me. (Narcissism, everyone is good at something.)

 I grew up during the 60’s and 70’s; I’m supposed to go out in a blaze of glory. Nope not me, I’m just going to fade the fuck away sitting in a lounge chair with tuna crumbs falling down my shirt.

 I did not call 911 nor go to the hospital. As scary as this event was, I made the decision based on monetary reasoning; Honestly, I can’t afford to go to the hospital. That is truly fucking sad.
(These years will go down as the 2nd dark ages in medicine; greed has become more important than a healthy life in America.)

The next morning, I went to my local grocery store and sat down in one of those blood pressure machines (cool machine) my blood pressure was 147/101. I ask the pharmacists if I should be concerned with those numbers as I didn't have a clue and was guessing those numbers were not very good. She said I should go directly to the hospital emergency room. I smiled and thanked her and went home and Goggled high blood pressure.

A few days later I called a doctors office and made an appointment for a complete physical and blood work. When I arrived at the doctor's office it quickly became a fucking fiasco, you see, I made the unholy mistake of asking how much the physical and blood work would cost me up front before the services? Unfortunately, not a single one of the sixteen people behind the counter had ever meet me before, so they all acted as if I had spoken some ancient dialect from some far away planet and everyone of them made the unwise choice to ignore me. 

So... I politely ask again, I got the same response, no response, that always makes me, just a little bit more stubborn.

At this point I calmly insisted, that I believed it was a reasonable request of information, I went on to explain that when any customer wants to know what a service costs, before receiving the service, they are entitled to be given that information. And I'm a little confused on why it is not posted up on the wall like McDonald's. 

 I felt a wave of awe and support from the other patients in the waiting room, they all really wanted to stand up and support me, but they were far to fearful of what could happen, you see, they could see the deep levels of contempt that had begun to form behind the counter all 16 of those paper pushers were either overtly ignoring my request or consulting each other with bewilderment while they all were cutting their judgmental eyes directly at me, did this patient really think he could challenge them? holy shit, I even got a little scared, I had disturbed the hive, but I realized quickly their plan was in keeping us all ignorant and in awe of the magic they performed behind those computers while clad in those pristine white lab coats wearing those fancy neon pen necklaces, NO it is all a distraction to keep us all blinded to the extreme greed that has overtaken health care. I fought off the fear and pressed forward.. I spoke a little louder and theatrically enunciated every word "HOW MUCH WILL THIS PHYSICAL AND BLOOD WORK COST?" 

They called for the office manager and she and I went into a small cubicle, amazingly we had reasonable intelligent adult conversation she quoted me a price for the services that I felt was fair and I quietly returned to the waiting room receiving mental high fives from all of my fellow sickos. 


Both my doctor and nurse are woman, I like dealing with educated professional woman they are smarter than men and men in the medical field are just to damn arrogant. My doctor said my overall health was good, but the fat around my belly was going to kill me, I had gained over 25 pounds during the last 2 years and I was proud of that fact, I wanted to get fat and eating was the way to do that, I had grown out my grey beard and looked more or less like Santa Claus, I liked the way the weight felt on me and was going to get fatter.

I had stopped chasing women and drinking beer and fallen head over heals in love with good tasting food. And now my doctor tells me I have to lose weight exercise and eat healthy... are you fucking kidding me? all those years of bad behavior and your telling me FOOD is going to kill me. OH Heeeell no, I was pissed.  But I'm not stupid so as of today, I’m on high blood pressure medication, I exercise everyday and eat less of the good tasting (wrong foods) and eat more rabbit food (good foods).

I feel better already.

It did feel a little strange when the doctor asked me,  "Do you have a lot of stress in your life?"

I never know how to answer that question. so while looking directly into her eyes I smiled and quietly said "Doc, I guess some people would say my life has been a little stressful at times, but I guess we all learn to cope, don't we?”








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Tuesday, December 17, 2013

Monday Night Football

While watching Monday Night Football last evening,  I became frustrated and some what baffled as I could not locate the Jon Gruden mute button on my remote control, after failing to locate such button I finally concluded that my remote control was either defective or I was ignorant to the location of said button. So I called DIRECTV and requested further instructions on the exact location on my remote control.

Well, color me embarrassed, DIRECTV does not offer the Jon Gruden Mute button on my remote control model or on any of their other models, as of this writing.

That does not in any way make the need for such button any less desirable and I have sent this request to my entertainment provider (DIRECTV).

 Please feel free to copy and send it to your entertainment provider.

I respectfully request, a Jon Gruden Mute button be installed on any future designs of any remote control for any and all entertainment providers and or TV devices produced after January 1 2014 and please offer at least 10 commercials free TV channels on or about the same date. (As some of us, will never buy any of the shit you try to stuff down our throats, no matter how many times you shove it in our faces.)

Respectfully yours,
Your name here.

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P.S. I took a break from the interwebs for the last 2 months and I must say, what a relief, the whole interwebs thingy is not, as interesting as one may have first thought, the world and it's people are much more enjoyable and interesting, your choice, enjoy !!

Sunday, October 20, 2013

Bukowski.... fuckin genius.


“This is very important -- to take leisure time. Pace is the essence. Without stopping entirely and doing nothing at all for great periods, you're gonna lose everything...just to do nothing at all, very, very important. And how many people do this in modern society? Very few. That's why they're all totally mad, frustrated, angry and hateful.”
― Charles Bukowski







“Nothing was ever in tune. People just blindly grabbed at whatever there was: communism, health foods, zen, surfing, ballet, hypnotism, group encounters, orgies, biking, herbs, Catholicism, weight-lifting, travel, withdrawal, vegetarianism, India, painting, writing, sculpting, composing, conducting, backpacking, yoga, copulating, gambling, drinking, hanging around, frozen yogurt, Beethoven, Back, Buddha, Christ, TM, H, carrot juice, suicide, handmade suits, jet travel, New York City, and then it all evaporated and fell apart. People had to find things to do while waiting to die. I guess it was nice to have a choice.”
― Charles Bukowski,








“those who escape hell
however
never talk about
it
and nothing much
bothers them
after
that.”
― Charles Bukowski








“We are
Born like this
Into this
Into these carefully mad wars
Into the sight of broken factory windows of emptiness
Into bars where people no longer speak to each other
Into fist fights that end as shootings and knifings
Born into this
Into hospitals which are so expensive that it’s cheaper to die
Into lawyers who charge so much it’s cheaper to plead guilty
Into a country where the jails are full and the madhouses closed
Into a place where the masses elevate fools into rich heroes”
― Charles Bukowski









“That's the problem with drinking, I thought, as I poured myself a drink. If something bad happens you drink in an attempt to forget; if something good happens you drink in order to celebrate; and if nothing happens you drink to make something happen.”
― Charles Bukowski,









“I felt like crying but nothing came out. it was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can't feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. but I think I have known it pretty often, too often.”
― Charles Bukowski,







“I wanted the whole world or nothing.”
― Charles Bukowski,









“Great art is horseshit, buy tacos.”
― Charles Bukowski









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Monday, October 14, 2013

Another one of those damn days !! I needed a little Even Flow and to Flyyyyyy.













He could've tuned in, tuned in
But he tuned out
A bad time, nothing could save him
Alone in a corridor, waiting, locked out
He got up outta there, ran for hundreds of miles
He made it to the ocean, had a smoke in a tree
The wind rose up, set him down on his knee

A wave came crashing like a fist to the jaw
Delivered him wings, "Hey, look at me now"
Arms wide open with the sea as his floor
Oh, power, oh

He's.. flying
Whole
High.. wide, oh

He floated back down 'cause he wanted to share
His key to the locks on the chains he saw everywhere
But first he was stripped and then he was stabbed
By faceless men, well, fuckers
He still stands

And he still gives his love, he just gives it away
The love he receives is the love that is saved
And sometimes is seen a strange spot in the sky
A human being that was given to fly

High.. flying
Oh, oh
High.. flying
Oh, oh
He's flying
Oh, oh




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Speaker fashion










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Sunday, October 13, 2013

Words of the year, legacy for all. 2013



Ambiguity,

Ambiguity of information, in words, pictures, or other media is the ability to express more than one interpretation. It is generally contrasted with vagueness, in that specific and distinct interpretations are permitted (although some may not be immediately apparent), whereas with information that is vague it is difficult to form any interpretation at the desired level of specificity.



Vagueness,

Vague words and incorrect statements.

When used by the merely clueless, vague words make an article confusing and cause them to lack possibly important information. In the hands of those with more sinister intents, they can be used to make articles that are readable enough to impart wrong or biased information, but confusing enough to prevent readers from questioning the reliability or factuality of the article. 



Apathy,

Apathy (also called lethargy or perfunctoriness) is a state of indifference, or the suppression of emotions such as concern, excitement, motivation and/or passion. An apathetic individual has an absence of interest in or concern about emotional, social, spiritual, philosophical and/or physical life and the world.

US educational philosopher Robert Maynard Hutchins summarized the concerns about political indifference when he claimed that the "death of democracy is not likely to be an assassination from ambush. It will be a slow extinction from apathy, indifference, and undernourishment."

Thanks to Wikipedia 



My response to reading the USA Today,





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Saturday, October 12, 2013

Google changes terms to add user data to Web ads..




Hey Google your kind of freaking me out. STOP IT !!














Maybe it's not Google, maybe it's just me. I've been known to have a skewed sense of perception, a little jaded, a little odd. The first time I heard about Kitten Bacon my mind was not full of these type images



















My mind went to 





So..... maybe I should trust Google to look out for my personal interests, they are a multi billion dollar company they would never sell me out for profit, use my personal information and images to help advertise, so they can make MORE money for Google,  because god knows, if Google is in need of anything it isn't more MONEY.... Their doing this to bring us all together, in a type of Google community of shared information and support.. WOW Google you are more like a super hero than just a glorified search engine..




Google you are the wind beneath my wings



Google would never do any real harm ? it's just the internet, information  has no real power, nothing to do with security, reputation, money, power, commerce, media, military or Government. It's just pictures, words and shit.. fun stuff..kittens and bacon.

 I'm starting to feel as if maybe my personal information is being used for corporate gain, used and sold with no personal benefit for me or my family?
It's not as bad as packaging people and selling them to corporations?  Is it ?







I'm not all that fast at learning lessons but when I get it.... I react, OK I'm working on less reacting and more responding, But I got this one, lesson learned.. as greed invades all aspects of life, including the inter-webs it has become smart and all most an imperative to keep private information private and who you are, is now private information.
DO NOT use your real name or share personal information on the internet, and if you have an account with your real name and information maybe it is now time to create a web persona and delete your real persona. Unfortunately, the powers that be, handle your information irresponsibly and it will take them far to long to figure that out.
So you need to protect yourself and fake it, there is no law YET that says you can not make up a persona for the inter-webs and keep your info off line, maybe Google and The face and the rest of the identity sellers will get it, when the internet is full of Mr and Mrs. Smiths, and Nunya is everyone's first name. when the inter-webs is full of  Anonymous users and useless information for the corporations,  yet family and friends will no exactly who Nunya Smith is and you can continue to communicate with your auntie Smith, brother smith and uncle smith.

Google, all you needed to do was keep it simple..... you're fuckin up a good thing...
DON"T BE DUMB ASSES !!


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GOOD DAY !!

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Wednesday, October 9, 2013

Much Ado About Nothing (2013 Joss Whedon film) - HD Trailer





 I enjoy Shakespeare and I like the idea of modern adaptations but some of the modern adaptations have really sucked, however, this one does not suck.....I really, really enjoyed this movie, in fact, I enjoyed it so much I purchased the DVD !!

How bout that house !!

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A HORSE, A CHICKEN AND A HARLEY


 
On the farm lived a chicken and a horse, both of whom loved to play together.

One day the two were playing, when the horse fell into a bog and began to sink.
Scared for his life, the horse whinnied for the chicken to go get the farmer for help! 
Off the chicken ran, back to the farm.
Arriving at the farm, he searched and searched for the farmer, but to no avail, for he had gone to town with the only tractor.
Running around, the chicken spied the farmer's new Harley.  Finding the keys in the ignition, the chicken sped off with a length of rope hoping he still had time to save his friend's life. 
Back at the bog, the horse was surprised, but happy, to see the chicken arrive on the shiny Harley, and he managed to get a hold of the loop of rope the chicken tossed to him.

After tying the other end to the rear bumper of the farmer's bike, the chicken then drove slowly forward and, with the aid of the powerful bike, rescued the horse!

Happy and proud, the chicken rode the Harley back to the farmhouse, and the farmer was none the wiser when he returned.
The friendship between the two animals was cemented: Best buddies, best pals.

A few weeks later, the chicken fell into a mud pit, and soon, he too began to sink and cried out to the horse to save his life.

The horse thought a moment, walked over, and straddled the large puddle.

Looking underneath, he told the chicken to grab his hangy-down thingy ... and he would then lift him out of the pit.

The chicken got a good grip, and the horse pulled him up and out, saving his life.

The moral of the story?
(You betcha. There is a moral!)










When you're hung like a Horse, you don't need a Harley to pick up Chicks!






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Sunday, October 6, 2013

We Are Legion: The Story of the Hacktivists

Just watched the documentary: We Are Legion: The Story of the Hacktivists.

For those of us who desired more information on how Anonymous came about, this documentary is largely informative on their origin, plus their influence past and present.

"You can't arrest an idea"

Provocative, interesting, informative and a little scary.
I Loved it !!!



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Saturday, October 5, 2013

LMAO

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One of those days...




A butterfly floats on the breeze of a sun lit day As I feel this reality gently fade away Riding on a thought to see where it's from Gliding through a memory of a time yet to come Smoke paints the air swirling images through my mind Like a whirlpool spin beginning to unwind And I stand at the edge cautiously awaiting As time slips by carefully navigating By the stars in the sky and I sit and I think to myself And on the horizon the sun light begins to climb And it seems like it's been so long since he shined But I'm sure it was only yesterday A cold chill of fear cut through me I felt my heart contract to my mind I brought the image of light and I expanded out of it My fear was just a shadow and then a voice spoke in my head And she said Dark is not the opposite of light It's the absence of light And I thought to myself she knows what she's talking about And for a moment I knew what it was all about.

Namaste: The Beastie Boys: Check your head

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Excessive force at the capitol



Along with many of you this week I was a TV land witness to the (Car chase) and what I will personally classify as an excessive force murder of Mrs. Miriam Carey.

As I was going through my day Friday the incident and the media response would come up in conversation with others. I will admit, I had formed a sum what unpopular opinion from the limited information I had been exposed to, but I was more than willing to listening to what others had to say on the situation. However, it did not take long for others to parrot what I characterize as media buzz words in our conversations about this terrible situation.

Buzz words used by the media to describe this young lady.
  1.        Mental problems
  2.        Postpartum depression
  3.        Death rider
  4.        Mental illness
  5.     Bizarre behavior (How many of us are guilty of this one?)
  6.     Schizophrenia
  7.       Obama’s Baby Mama  (That one, was not from media my friend Heather said it.)


I find the crass and inexcusable labeling done by the media disgusting. We have an irresponsible media in the United States that seems to have a need to label people without the information to make such broad and far reaching distinctions between assumed characterizations and the true character of an individual. They do not investigate with an eye toward fact or take the time to verify what they are reporting, but they still irresponsibly report it for the entire world to see, disturbingly mostly the media has become nothing less than a cheap tabloid.

They vilify anyone who crosses the powers that be and place everyone in law enforcement on a hero pedestal, that characterization is unearned, unjustified and dangerous. 
Law enforcement is made up of individuals and like any job some of them do their job well and are deserving of our praise (not heroes) but there are people in law enforcement that are not of the right temperament, unqualified or completely lacking in the skill set to do the job correctly. 

Blanket statements of any organization, except congress and the media is ignorant. LOL

If I understand correctly the first barrier that Mrs. Carey encountered was a temporary barrier at the white house and as I have not yet seen any video of that encounter, I will hold my judgment of what happened at that first encounter with Law enforcement.  

However, as we have all seen the video from the second encounter, and it is plain to see that Mrs. Carey was surrounded by at least five men with guns pointed directly at her. She reacted in an unwise and possibly malicious way; however, her actions could also have been out of fear, self-preservation and a protective instinct for her child.

You may think you know how you would react in a similar situation, but do you really know?
How would you react with 5 men pointing guns in your face while in your car with your child?

What is also evident in one of the videos is that some of these temporary barriers rise up from the pavement and as a capital police officer runs his car over one, there seems to be little attempt to warn people of the impending emergence of these barriers from under the ground. This officer was in all likelihood a little more familiar with the placement of these barriers yet he still wrecked his car on one and as Mrs. Carey was probably unfamiliar with the area, could the first encounter with a barrier at the white house been a simple accident and as we have seen in her second run in with law enforcement, could that first encounter also been with an over reactive police force?  And this all started with her fearful of the initial situation and it just continued to escalate.   


Either way this is a very sad event and should not be taken at face value especially with only the information you are given by an irresponsible, sensationalized and unethical media.


























We have not seen what happened at the white house or what happened before this video however, it is more than evident from this video, that law enforcement vehicles marked and unmarked forced her car into that location,  she then barely hit a barrier that blocked a side walk into a park, not the white house or the capitol, it's a park near the capitol, then five or six officers surrounded her car and at least one of them tried to force his way into her car, she then reverses her car, stops, then five officers guns come out and are pointed at her, she then backs into a law enforcement car and flees and while fleeing law enforcement officers begin running and shooting at a moving car with a an unarmed young lady and her child in it. The media has reported that Mrs. Carey then struck a police car at a high rate of speed a few blocks away and then crashed her car where she is shot and killed by officers.

REALLY!?  look at the picture of her car, it has very little front end damage, not the kind of damage a car gets from striking another car at a high rate of speed.

Our media even sucks at misinformation.




Were those officers in danger? Was the capital in danger? Was the President in danger? Is Mrs. Carey being unfairly maligned in the media to serve a purpose? What is that purpose?




Miriam Carey 



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