The Conundrum of the Crime Stoppers...

Yesterday a man robbed a bank in downtown LaGrange, an uppity suburb of Chicago. He fled from police in a high speed car chase that led him three towns north to Villa Park, where he abandoned his car and hijacked a house, killing a dog and sending the residents fleeing into the street during the afternoon rush hour.

The police responded in fine form with pent up enthusiasm to address an actual crime; a big change from ticketing teenagers for smoking and underage drinking. Officers from as far as four towns away, college security and forest preserve police all aided the effort to apprehend this criminal.

They quartered off the area up to a mile in each direction of the house. Trains were suspended for 3 hours despite the tracks being over a mile from the stand off. Major intersections were closed causing backups and delays to commutes. Businesses were closed, people were encouraged to stay indoors, lock their doors and not respond to visitors.

The FBI became involved as the stand off continued. Aerial surveillance was provided by major television news stations. Negotiators were called in to talk him out of the house. This was a siege of the most drastic proportions. Was this bandit wielding a weapon of mass destruction? Was he scouring the residence for bleach and ammonia to make mustard gas? Was he holding the cats as hostages? The world has yet to find out.

The last communications between the authorities and this robber occurred at 8:00PM yesterday. Since then the railroad has been given permission to operate and some businesses in the area opened their doors, however, the main intersections near the stand off are still closed. This disturbance has wreaked havoc upon this morning's commute. Delays are reaching over an hour, additional officers from further surrounding towns have been called upon to direct traffic, and commuters have poured into residential streets to find alternate routes to work. Accidents and collisions have already happened on several streets. Angry travelers have suffered from road rage and lashed out upon their fellow commuters.

A domino effect of inconvenience has touched the lives of millions all due to a single robbery. The apprehension of this criminal has eaten resources from police departments of several towns. Businesses have lost revenue from closing their doors and the closing of streets to the general public. The trains having been forced to suspend traffic along their lines for 3 hours has delayed the arrival of products to thousands of companies dependent upon the relative punctuality of rail shipping.

This ongoing attempt to capture this criminal will no doubt cost businesses, consumers and tax payers millions before it comes to a close. This compared to the couple of thousand that the robber was able to loot from the bank in La Grange makes this apprehension seem a bit extravagant. When should the authorities draw the line between the expenses caused from apprehension and the impact of the crime itself?

The worst thing is that nobody knows if the robber made off with any money from the robbery. The police have armored cars, bullet proof vests, shields and battering rams. What has stopped them from taking this man by force? He could have been apprehended at 2:00pm yesterday, but instead this stand off ensued, inconveniencing thousands and costing probably millions. The police that have responded and the measures they've taken to prevent escape are not worth the costs. The bank is insured, the robber was seen on camera, the police could use some infrared technology to ensure his capture. Send a few squad cars to wait him out, but don't close down a rail line a mile away or close off every major intersection in fears that he could escape. He can't!

What is the good from catching a criminal if the apprehension costs far more than the crime itself? In this case probably several thousand times more. Bottom line is that the police need to respond to such crimes with restraint. Not every crime calls for a police force to rival al Qaida. This situation is the result of over zealousness and anxious energy from officers that don't have enough to do. They should combine the police and fire departments so that maybe they won't be so anxious to jump off the deep end in pursuit of a little fish.

What Can I Say?

My brain is dying. I can't and haven't thought of anything to say or write that I would be willing to listen or read if I was on the receiving end. So, for that fact, I have been quite quiet and sullen these past few days.

People at work are starting to notice(or try their best at paying attention). Nobody really cares whether or not I'm laconic or loquacious. That's kind of depressing because it means that I never had anything to say in the first place.

I do know quite well that I'm fooling myself any time I get all riled up about some issue or idea in my head. I'm faking excitement in order to convince myself that I'm normal. To tell you the truth the only time I'm remotely excited is regarding the wicked: sex, drugs, rock and roll and the like.

Occassionally my efforts to fake enthusiasm create their own momentum and I get swept away. I can sometimes forget that I'm a fraud and have genuine concern for my fellow man, real anger towards those fascist fucks killing off people stupid enough to put their lives on the line for a corporate puppet's will... See even then I got a bit vehement, but after I finished writing it I knew it was bullshit. I can care less if someone wants to go blow the heads off of some Iraqi insurgent and instead gets his own blasted off first. These people want to be there and who am I to tell say they shouldn't or even should. Do I have family in Iraq? No. Do I own stock in Hallibuton or Brown&Root? No. Does a single vote from a freethinker have a chance in hell to stand up to a majority of god fearing sheep? No.

So as long as the draft isn't reinstated I can give a shit what our dim witted little hick of a president does to this country. I don't plan on leaving this country (can't afford it) any time soon, so the international opinion of Americans does not apply to me. America is a lost cause for those that think objectively and care. So since it is lost, why bother worrying about it. Just jump ship when it's going down. People may say I've lost my sense of honor, but fuck, honor is something given to those that deserve it. And nobody that represents me deserves it; republican or democrat...

Well there I went again ranting about an issue. I don't even care, blah blah blah.... I am so sick of not caring because I am powerless to change anything. I feel like a whining little shit, so I might as well shut the fuck up since I can't seem to justify writing any of this shit nor do I even care of people's opinions of me. If that's the case then why would I ever even post this waste. See I'm full of shit. But the best answer I can come up with is...

SPITE

My Shadow...

I stood alone in the empty room. It was dark so I felt with my hands along the walls and found a switch. I flipped the toggle and a light from above the switch illuminated the room and cast my shadow upon the opposite wall. At first the shadow seemed to fall from a giant, but as I walked close it shrank until it was my very same size. While studying the silhouette I lost my balance and fell forward through the shadow and through the wall.

I fell and kept falling until I realized it was no longer necessary. Upon stopping I called for help and then failed at finding a perimeter in any direction. I heard a noise from above and saw the ground below . Suddenly a giant foot came slamming down, narrowly missing me. The foot morphed into an elephant that tried to ensnare me with its enormous trunk. I dodged the attempt and it reared up and let out a deafening snort. I plugged my ears and recoiled. The clamor faded to heavy breathing.

I looked back and noticed a large muscular bull where the elephant had previously been. It was pivoting its head from side to side and stamping its thick hoof upon the ground. It began its thunderous charge towards me, the ground shaking in its wake. As it approached it lowered its horns to gored me, but I turned to the side; the horns snagging my shirt, tearing it off and throwing me to the ground.

Scrambling to my feet my frantic eyes fell upon the timid frame of lamb pulling its head out from my torn shirt. Drawn by its facade of innocence, I approached this animal as it pranced around and murmured its staccato complaint. I was about to comfort it with a stroke through the wool when the complaint turned into a growl and the lamb into a wolf.

I pulled my hand away missing the snapping bite from the wolf. The jaws took hold of my pants and with a violent shake, threw me from them. I quickly ran away, yet the wolf, with fangs exposed and frothing at the mouth, was in pursuit. When my legs felt as though they'd carry me no longer, I turned to see the ravenous canine lunge into a leap. Shocked, I tumbled upon the ground, loosing my shoes in the process, and the animal sailed over me.

I heard no sound of paws on ground and rose to my feet. The wolf was no where to be seen. I heard a screech and turned in its direction to find a large eagle, with outstretched claws, swooping down upon me. I collapsed in fear, losing only a little hair to the clutches of this predatory bird.

As it came back for a second attempt, its body and broad wingspan transformed in mid air into a snake and fell to the ground beside my feet in a hissing heap. As its quick tongue darted about, it slithered itself around me. It tightened the coil and I fell upon my knees. I tried to escape its hold and wrapped my hands around its long neck to strangle its life away. But the scales became slimy and the serpent became a writhing fish.

Whipping me with its fins and tail, it sliced into my hands causing me to toss it down with hopes of it suffocating in the open air. I used my socks to dress my wounds then brought my attention back to this abomination. As though it wanted to inflict further damage upon me, it flopped frantically in my direction. I watched in pity as the random quivering came to an end, but was once again astonished to see it shrink into the form of an earthworm.

This repulsive nightcrawler squirmed its way towards my feet. When it reached me it started to flop its tiny head against my toes. With great contempt and a hardened heart I crushed it underfoot. I crouched down to analyze the mystical slime, surely to be remaining, but only saw my own shadow cast upon the floor.

Random Quotes from the PDA [3]...

[ written during a meeting in which a colleague received a phone call from his son's school and left to go and pick him up. the meeting went on better without him. ]

Donate something to the gene-pool! If you can't, at least be sure to avoid
leaving any offspring. This way the future is given a higher probability
of progressing. If each family is a boat, then to move forward they need
to cut their anchors.

[ written during a company sponsored dinner. a group of people were playing boggle. a man was getting very passionate during the game and started verbally abusing the competition. one by one the players left the game. i decided to compete against him. i took his ridicule silently but utterly destroyed him in competition. he got drunk made an ass of himself and was fired the next week. ]

Don't think that you are ever better than another... But what should
be done when you witness a person acting better than another? You really
can't put that person in their place because who are you to talk. Some
excel in a few activities and influence their social circles to spend time
focused on those specific activities. And when they exhibit superior
skills they gloat and brag as an unconscious defense mechanism to help convince
themselves of their superiority and bolster their ego. If you expose them
to their own motives they deny them and say they were just kidding around, and
try to make the exposer out to be a spoiled sport. Somehow they expect
everyone else to be submissive and take their razing. But if you try to
resist they strike at your other weaknesses; teasing you about your ethnicity,
your occupation, your hometown, your partner. Nothing is off limits to
them. If you call them on their rudeness, they say that intimidating the
competition is a part of the game. They confuse intimidation with
aggrivation. They also conveniently forget the dozens of activities in
which they would lose. Those don't apply because for them, their egos
depend solely upon the present game.

[ i was asked by a "friend" at work to take on a small project as a personal favor. this was given to me at the end of the week and i was rushed to finish it along with my own work. it turned out that i left a critical, yet obvious error slip by. i delivered it and left for the weekend. on monday this "friend" was called on the error and stated that i was the developer. he then fixed the obvious error and furnished the finished project in minutes. he was applauded for the turn around while i lost face. afterwards he acted like he did me a favor.]

We waste these few precious moments we have to perform suspicious and imposed
tasks, that we are not privileged to know either the meaning nor the motives,
and still if we happen to summon the courage to object we are threatened with
exile and shame; a risk worthy to those of pure heart and free mind. With
every mistake, someone is responsible for its correction and the one responsible
for the former, for the sake of good form and character, is oblidged to honor
the one responsible for the correction, even if that person is responsible once
removed. The one in err must honor the other and submit to the latter's
will. If this does not occur the fallacious loses face, adorns shame and
would likely loose the respect of contemporaries and peers, and in turn would be
shunned. So one either must be willing to not act, or, under the
circumstances where mistakes are made, must be willing to abandon acquaintances
in order to maintain any strength of character. Even friendships must be
considered potentially expendable.

[ this was actually about my girl's bathroom. she doesn't fix her makeup in there but her sister does. ]

Bathroom...Although she was well groomed and always smelled wonderful her
bathroom was a pig sty. If there was ever a towel in it, it was usually on
the floor and never hanging up. Her soap dish was filled with water so
that if you dared to use the soft slimy soap you'd have to fish for it through
the cloudy liquid. The sink was lined with a fine film of flesh colored
powder as though a person burst into dust spontaneously while brushing their
teeth.

[ this was written in regards to a job opportunity received from a company that offered more money but was a further drive. anecdotally, i haven't gotten a raise in a long time. ]

Sure there may be better things out there, in fact I know there are, but in
order to get those better things I would have to give up something that I've
already got, and to do that would cause more pain than I'm willing to
endure. So I will maintain the status quo and put up with something less
than perfect by telling myself that in time it will get better... Too bad
I can't swallow my doubt and believe myself.

[ upon waking up from an extremely lucid dream, i grabbed my pda and jotted down whatever came to my mind. ]

Look for the hominim Pink Floyd albumn from the dream
The projector was
on the wall.
Lost my breaks going down to the lake
Crashed on the
beach
I was in a real world episode
I have been reborn!
Welcome back Carver... Not an accident...

[ that same night later on. i must've ate something bad. ]

A song I woke up singing (shouting) after a trippy dream...
Lay back and take your pill
You know you had your fill
Lay back and take a spill
You're gonna be alright

[ written about serendipity. i came upon an ingenious concept when i didn't have anything to record the idea upon. it later slipped out of memory and lost to oblivion. ]

You are a muse that illicits the greatest inspiration and then binds me in
shackles and throws me into prison with nothing upon which to record my
thoughts.

[ written after reading the last dostoevsky novel i had yet to read. i was quite impressed. ]

The art of writing reached the summit of achievement in the decades preceding
the advent of radio. Certain environmental conditions existed for one to
make such a bold statement.

They are as follows:

The industrial revolution and progressivism allowed for the increased efficiency of workers, which allowed for less people needed to perform work and the latter lobbied for all people to learn how to read.

The printing press enabled publication to a mass audience.

The primary source of entertainment was papers, magazines, periodicals, leaflets and serials.

This entertainment was inexpensive and widely available.

The publishers paid better than dangerous labor jobs, so people competed
for the eye of the people.

Since a wide audience was at stake, there were a great deal of competitors rivaling each other and always required to maintain an edge in order to be able to make a living as a writer.

Writing was the only art form where one was able to need only their mend, pen and paper to compete.

[ a position above me opened up and many of the tech staff were considered to fill it. this was written during the interview evaluations. ]

It is to everyone's advantage to appear to be less intelligent than they
actually are (when one is outside of intellectual fields, and even then displays
of intelligence should be subject to scrutiny). So for one to compensate
for this social phenomenon, an adjustment in perception is called for; people
must consider everyone to be considerably intelligent. This way you don't
fall prey to underestimating any potential competition.

Random Quotes from the PDA [2]...

• If you need to go on a great adventure to find happiness, you were never meant to return.
• Pointing at a crucifix he said, "Look, how quaint, a foot stool upon which I can stand to get a better view of God."
• Why is it that the closure you get to God, the more you fear Satan? Yet the closure you are to Satan, the more you loathe God? You must ask yourself what you'd rather be plagued by: terror or hate? I'd rather avoid both and never answer that question. Both God and Satan can wait.
• You'd have to kill yourself for proof that you believe anything nowadays. That's why I believe in nothing. Belief frightens me. You always hear about people dying for some cause or another, but you'd never hear that about me. The world would be much better off if there were only people with my outlooks. I love life, so much so that I wouldn't risk it for anything. (right then he gets pummulled to death from a person believing that to prove his belief, he must kill the other).
• Everyone should appreciate death for it's encouragement value.
• Since all has been done, shouldn't thought itself be discouraged?
• Will I ever be fascinated again?
• I suffer from voluntary delusion, the signature of insanity... I am finally normal.
• Karma is my enemy.
• The goals of the devil and god are the same, wage war against the creator. In the beginning all was chaos. Order has been battling since. Life is order. The world is better suited for chaos than it is for life. If god favored life then the conditions would be more favorable. Either we have to assume that the devil created the world, or that god despises us, and if so then the devil is our ally.
• The greatest goal of the devil is to convince us that god is our enemy.
  The goal of god is to convince you that he loves you.
  Your goal is to make a decision.
• A man is fond of bringing his son on car rides through rich neighborhoods. He sends his son to an uppety school to give him the best education. The kids tease him that he's poor. They all wear uniforms but the kids can tell who's rich and who's poor by the brand names of the clothes. The boy comes home to his father saying that he wants to transfer from the school and eventually about the teasing. The father says to the boy, "you can't quit now, those kids rely on that so that down the road they could still run things and stay in control." But the consistent ridicule makes the son apathetic and his performance suffers.
• The alpha doesn't realize that he is more depenent upon the pack than the pack is upon him.
• Luck is the highest common denominator in success.
• No time to record... Must try to remember... Damn, that was already done in Memento...
• In a race against time the clocks always win.
• Memory is an honest man's greatest critic.
• I just can't wait until I no longer feel the need to constantly defend myself.
• There is a sobering humility found when you finally accept your own limitations.
• To give up is to grow up...
• God died today... In me anyway. I finally got closure on that ultimate annoyance.
• It's my life, if I want to lie to myself that's my own perogative.
• The Devil don't want me for a blow torch...
• The devil said that I would write a story about him.
• He walked briskly over tiles of blue and green, his head hanging low. Studying the floor as he moved across it. He noticed that there was no pattern or order to the layout of the tiles. He decided that either an idiot or genius was responsible; he reckoned it was the former.

Random Quotes from the PDA [1]...

GOD
I found God much easier alone in the bathroom as opposed to an incense permeated church. Sitting on the toilette,staring at the tiles cross-eyed to make the 3-D four, I would imagine myself aving a conversation with The Old Man...

Hey God

HEY T---

haven't talked to you in a while

BUT I'VE ALWAYS BEEN LISTENING

But You never talk to me when I need you

I 'M TALKING NOW

No you're not, that's me making up the words for you

WHO DO YOU THINK MADE YOU?

Don't play that game with me, I'm still mad at you

YOU CAN NEVER BE TRULY MAD AT ME

Wanna bet?

WHY ARE YOU MAD AT ME, HAVEN'T I GIVEN YOU EVERYTHING?

Yeah but you take it all away

NOT EVERYTHING

Life right? You're gonna say that you gave me life.

NO, LIFE COMES AND GOES. WHAT IS SPECIAL ABOUT MY GIFT TO YOU IS SPIRIT

Well, you should've given it to someone else, because I never asked for it.

OF COURSE YOU DIDN'T, I WOULD'VE HAD TO GIVE YOU THE GIFT FIRST

Again you play that game. Why don't you leave me alone

BUT YOU ARE NEVER WITHOUT ME

Yeah and that is why I hate you

I LOVE YOU

Love someone else

YOU KNOW THAT NOW THAT YOU EXIST YOU CAN NEVER ESCAPE MY LOVE

You sound like a stalker

A STALKER MUST FOLLOW, I'M ALWAYS THERE

Even more creepy

WHY DON'T YOU ENJOY THIS

what you don't know

I'M HUMOURING YOU

That's another thing I hate, you always placate me

HOW IS THAT

Oh shut the hell up

REMEMBER YOU'RE IN AS MUCH CONTROL OF ME AS I AM OF YOU

yeah, not one iota

IF YOU THINK SO

You know what I think?

YES

fuck you, I think you were just lonely and not satisfied with yourself so you had to make us out of boredom

DON'T DELUDE YOURSELF YOU WERE MADE WHEN I WAS MADE

Yeah and who made you

I ALWAYS WAS

So was I from the shit that you say

NOW YOU'RE GETTING IT

Don't think that I'm agreeing with you

IF YOU HONESTLY LOOK AT YOURSELF YOU'D SEE THAT YOU ALWAYS AGREE WITH ME

How's that for confidence

CONFIDENCE IS A RATIO OF CERTAINTY AGAINST DOUBT. I HAVE NO DOUBT.

But what if you're wrong?

I AM THE IF, SO I CAN'T BE WRONG.

What about your creations? They are faulty.

THEY ARE FOLLOWING MY PLAN.

Which is?

YOU ALREADY KNOW THE PLAN

Remind me.

NOW WHO'S ASKING TO BE PLACATED?

You're funny as hell

YOU TOO

So can you actually tell me anything?

NOTHING YOU DON'T ALREADY KNOW YOURSELF

Then why do I veer of this path of yours?

YOUR COMPOSITION IS LIMITED.

So you admit to creating a faulty product.

YOU DON'T THINK OF YOURSELF AS FLAWED.

But I know that certain other people are flawed.

HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT THOSE "FAULTS" YOU NOTICE AREN'T JUST IMAGINED?

How do I know if I'm just imagining you?

OR VICE VERSA...

If it were you imagining me then wouldn't you talk to me from some burning bush or a jackass?

THIS IS MORE EFFICIENT.

But the former would be more convincing.

IF EXPERIENCE WERE EVER TRULY CONVINCING, THEN THERE WOULD BE NO NEED FOR THE BURNING BUSH OR TALKING ASS.

Then why did you find the need in the past? Did you not know people wouldn't be convinced?

THAT'S ALL HERESAY. DO YOU THINK I WOULD BE SO CRUDE?

I detect a reoccuring theme in our little dialogue. You are relying upon me to answer questions about you.

CONGRATULATIONS, YOU WIN THE PRIZE OF ENLIGHTENMENT.

Funny... So I haven't discovered anything that I didn't already know?

YOU'VE DISCOVERED THAT ALL THE ANSWERS ARE WITHIN YOU, SO THERE IS NO NEED TO SEARCH.

Are you trying to convine me to give up?

THAT'S YOUR CHOICE. YOU CAN ENJOY THE GIFT OR BE TORMENTED BY IT.

Random Quotes from the PDA [Prologue]...

My company recently came up with the bright idea of allowing wireless administrative access to the company intranet. This was all because the sales reps were given phones that had integrated Pocket PC. They wanted to be able to access the client database using these little annoying devices. So who was given the task of customizing a version of the intranet site to make the wishes of sales reps come true? Me.

This wasn't such a bad situation. The people who gave me this task had no idea how it could be accomplished or what it would cost. I informed them that I would need a PDA (and subsequently all the bells and whistles that came with it) in order to develop the project. They gave me what I desired.

The project was silly. I didn't need anything other than a text editor to accomplish the project. All the web pages were already made so I just shrunk them down to a smaller format, took out all the pretty pictures and saved my work under the folder "PDA".

Since this project I kept the PDA. I brought it to meetings, on business lunches, and other outings from the cubicle. Everyone thought I was organized making notes and planning tasks. Instead I was playing solitaire and jotting down little thoughts that would pop into my head.

I have decided to share with the world these random quotes. Some are funny, some serious, some idiotic, some confusing, but all done on company time (luckily nobody reads this blog so I don't have to worry about being discovered and then appropriately fired).

The Idiot Factor...

The market lost today during trading. The DOW fell over 115 points, the Nasdaq almost 30, and the S&P 500 14. The question always occurs to me: what causes the market trends? It can't be the profitability of the company whose stock is traded, because most every company in the DOW, Nasdaq and S&P have been showing increased profits and in turn dividends. Although, that is the main reason to purchase stock in a company people decide to react to a superstitions of signs, a sort of divination of dividends. They think that the tone of the world will dictate how they perform in the market in the long run.

In a way they're not wrong, however, these people are impulsive and that plan would only be effective in a long run. Instead if there is good news they buy, bad news they sell. But certain news causes a stronger reaction than others. For instance, the news of Iran and their nuclear ambitions have caused the price of crude to rise to $67 early this week and dropped a dollar today. But despite the price decrease and the surplus in reserves, the price at the pump continues to rise. Why? Because we are caught by the balls with these oil companies.

People are still buying SUV's despite their inherent inefficiency. When I'm driving to work, I only see one person per car. One person riding in a 2 ton SUV that gets 11 miles to the gallon of gas. And they keep on paying, and they do so for the same reason why they buy those gigantic and wasteful machines... Because they can.

A couple weeks back I was at a county fair in DuPage county. I was walking by all the vendors and tents, and passed a booth offering a competition to win a Toyota Prius (a new hybrid car). A bunch of people were standing around criticizing the car. These weren't country folk who idolize NASCAR and pray to gasoline. Rather these were the fraternity type; polo shirts, khaki shorts, hemp necklaces and sandals. They were making fun of the car, saying that it's a "fag fastback" and a "queer-mobile". A redneck was walking by and snorted that he passes shit bigger than the car. The frat-boys and the rednecks both laughed, and even harder when one of the boys spit on the hood. They all got chased off by the person watching over the car. While the attendant was wiping off the spit he was grumbling to himself that "they" should've gotten the Hummer.

The little rich boys were on the same wavelength as the trash. There is no more honor in high society. We have reached such a deplorable state whereas the trash and the money are on the same side. So who is left to fight for reason and virtue? The middle class? Ha! Those people are busy trying to emulate the group they have a higher affinity for, so they behave like either the trash or the affluent anyway. There is now nothing to save us from our own self destruction.

These idiots enjoy have their balls in a vice by oil companies. They are the social masochists that long to be abused and even ridicule those that try to avoid it. And they can spot those types immediately by the car they drive, the meals they order at restaurants, the partners they choose in life, and the very speech they use. These people are like animals. And like animals they can't foresee the consequences of their actions.

There are a rare few that silently try to honor reason and virtue, and behave appropriately in this freakish society. They skulk around in their fuel efficient automobiles. They don't tend to enjoy auto racing "sports" nor wear cowboy hats. They read books and shy away from reality television. They turn off lights when leaving a room. They find pleasure in being efficient and shame in being wasteful. They are embarrassed by the average image of America. They criticize capitalism and applaud ecological movements. They enjoy riding their bikes and taking walks. They have vegetable gardens in their back yards or herb gardens on their window sills. These are they peaceful progressives, leading by example, humble and kind. Not full of boasting ill conceived pride for dominance and ignorance.

Unfortunately for every peaceful progressive, there are a dozen idiots. They enjoy loosing consciousness, either by drugs and alcohol, or through vegetation. They find anything foreign to them or their way of thinking, offensive and deserving of attack. They are the one's that think that all those Arabs had it coming. They think they are the only one of importance. They say, "fuck the future because the past fucked us." They don't feel responsible for their actions nor the actions of anyone else that they encourage. They waste. They abuse. They exploit. A poison to the planet...

But what is the use in pointing this out. The peaceful progressives don't have the numbers, the influence nor the gaul to force change. The poison will continue to permeate this country, sickening more and more until the very heart stops. Then the long road to dissolution.

People in the future will think when did it all go wrong. Where was the tipping point and how could it have been corrected. The tipping point is pride, greed and sloth. They feel pride and think that they deserve. They are greedy and therefore want. They are lazy and take without working for it. They support a war for oil because its much better than paying full price. They don't mind exploiting the world because being the dominant member of the world, they deserve priviledge.

Since these people can acquire so many resources due to their faults, their lifestyle becomes so appealing to those that suffer desire. Media has also portrayed their lavish lifestyle as the pinnacle of success. The mogols and debutantes are seen riding in stretch SUV's, flying to far away places on a whim, lacking conservation in every facet of their lives. How could we not know why so many people strive, fight, backstab and kill to reach such decadence? They do it to resemble these heroes of our culture. The culture of filth.

Sure the filth isn't readily on display. There are people paid to rush it away out of sight; under the rug or down the sink. The rate of waste removal is increasing, and more and more trash collectors are needed to produce products for the affluent to abuse and then cart it away when they dispose of it.

The affluent consider the cup half full to be empty. Even the full cup is not enough. Overflow is the only acceptable state. The problem is that the world can never handle such waste. And now that the destitute try to emulate the decadent, they destine themselves and their lifestyle for destruction.

As much as I wish that only America was so gluttonous, I know that this country is not alone. This has become a world wide pandemic and it is far from new. In the past, during the time of feudalism, lords were given rights over their serfs. The social order forbade class movement. But with progress the serfs were emancipated and it became appealing to climb the social ladder. This was considered a bright moment for humanity but the world is paying the price.

Now so many of those originating from the lower rungs of society (often for good reason) have climbed to positions of influence and power. Their numbers in this class has increased. They were able to rise to this level because they realized how the existing members of high society came to be... They desired and felt no attachment. No attachment to God, to their fellow man, to family, to honor, to even themselves or the ones they love. With nothing to hold them back they found themselves free to do whatever they chose.

These characteristics were already inherent of the trash of the world. They have no attachment and have little holding them back from being whatever they want. So the number of them to rise to the hieghts of society has grown. So much so that even those decendents of the originally affluent have come to behave similarly from the influence of their majority.

There is no balancing force. Before reason could be used to convince people of what is good for the world. But, abiding by the maxim that what the populace holds true is truth, reason is a fault. One must appear dumb, must resemble the affluent idiots, must waste and exploit in order to be considered worthy of attention. Who would Jesus be today? A fucking joke. But the real joke is that those that would think him as a joke are those that proclaim to work on his behalf.

With such a futile situation I find it hard to continue..........

The Deviation of the Eccentric...

More than 100,000,000,000 neurons in the human brain each having over 1,000 connections, receiving and transmitting at a speed of 200mph.
Each neuron transmitting signals according to bias of influence.
Each bias determined by association between the positive and negative stimulus of each influence.
These transmissions zigzagging their way from our eyes, ears, nose, mouth and skin through gray matter until the bias dismisses the fading signals.
As they glide along the pathways, they broaden the lanes making it easier for related signals to follow.
Beaten trails form memories.
Memories form concepts.
The earlier the forking of concepts the more abstract their relationships.
We are all related to the point of "I fork You".
If all could focus on the stem they will understand that all is one.
The more you think of a thing, the furth down the pathway you travel, and the more deviating the path becomes from others.
As you compare differing paths, the stronger the crossways.
The stronger the crossways the greater understanding of relationships between concepts.
The relationships one concept has to others represents a more concise understanding of the concept itself.
Since every concept is related to all others, strong relationship pathways are representative of the concepts signature.
The signature pattern of the concept is often reflected in other concepts exposing the symmetry of the mind.
The unknown is forged as you have new experiences, discover new relationships and distinguish the symmetry between concepts in the mind.
This forging of the unknown is the creation of the subjective original.
One can increase the frequency of experiencing the subjective original by exposing themselves to the subjective originals of others.
If one has experienced all the subjective originals and has found a deeper relationship between them they can form the objective original.
Others have communicated the objective original and to communicate this concept they must deviate from what has already been communicated, otherwise, they are once again only communicating a subjective original.
This constant deviation from the existing leads one to be considered eccentric by their peers.
Therefore the deviation of the eccentric is path towards originality.

...muludneP taerG ehT

.kcilf ythgim a ot eud esool meht sekahs aitrenI
,llits og dluow mra eht thguoht yeht nehw tsuj dnA
.kcits sdnim rieht ekam ot steppup dna sloof esiarP
.lliks rewen eht rulb ot evirtnoc dna emehcs yeht oS

.selop eht neewteb tser ot tnaw dna egnahc etah ot nrael yehT
.sraef neht ,dlo wen eht gnoma tpmetnoc esuac sseccus riehT
.slaog dna sevitom ralimissid ssessop rewen ehT
.srieht srengierof dna selor dlo eht llif wen eht nehT

.nik tsol eht ton ssim dna degaruocne era wen ehT
.pihs nodnaba dlo ,egnahc gniraeF
.mrah llac dlo eht yaw eht kcab ecnuob wen ehT
.ni nioj ot suoiraciv eht slleporp gnirps eht fo kcilc ehT
.pirg esol flah tniopdim eht gnissaP
.mra s'muludnep eht yaws sdnah noillib A

muledneP taerG ehT

The Blog Exploitation...

The highly acclaimed blog-world offers outlets for so many internet users. You can search out like minded people, relieve stress by venting your issues in public, leave a potentially eternal message for posterity, and so much more. But with great ideas comes great exploitation.

Our blogs that we post so diligently offer a window into our own character. Even if you write so fantastically, to rival Tolkien, you expose even the more coveted of character traits...your signature of symbolic and metaphorical belief, which, while less tangible, allows another to view the inner core of your principles. There is no way to avoid unveiling your signature if you blog.

This is exactly where we become vulnerable to the commercial minded. They take these character traits to determine our market segment and then use the contact information, so innocently posted on our blogs, to send us advertisements for products and services that we are most likely to buy. We become mere elements of their marketing models and with inadvertant trust we fall prey to schemes and the designs of those wishing to profit from our naivety.

But I'm getting ahead of myself. The trailblazers are never that clever; they are more bold than bright. These people show the more manipulative how it can be done--like a Fermi to an Oppenheimer.

I will show the comment that spawned this blog entry below:

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Obviously a comment left by a web crawler that submitted a one-comment-fits-all message. Their was no reading of any entry. Sure I want to advance my education, but that is true of most everyone. The comment implies that I don't like tests, books or exams. How untrue. I went to college not for a diploma but to distill my mind, filter out those impurities that caused confusion and uncertainty. And if the web crawler made more of an effort on analysis, it would've discovered that.

But what is to stop a person from dumping a person's blog into a parsing program to identify the most probable interests of the blogger? Nothing. And soon we will get comments from "people" recommending a movie, books, websites or software, that would seem at first glance to be insightful, but is truly a marketing effort.

Is there anything wrong with good marketing? Why not expose a person to products, services and information that they would find appealing? Wouldn't it increase the very quality of our lives and lessen the searching we execute?

The problem comes from the inorganic nature of marketing in general. Life changes and adapts. There is an unpredictability to where an individual resides along the bell curve, and just because a person is in a position today by no means guarantees the same position tomorrow. But even those divergent tendencies can be measured, predicted and marginalized.

But the satisfaction of knowing that your life is our own deminishes. With greater marketing more and more of what we are exposed to is prescribed by the marketing plan. Our own fancies and caprices are predicted and indulged by a system of desire gratification.

Certainly a greater marketing plan would be devised whereas to be so subtle and so covert that the members of the segment would be left unaware about the meddling of the plan itself. Such a plan would never be made knownst to the public, but even if it were, no one would believe it for they would search their memory and only find their own will.

The greatest marketing effort would at most be detectable as a myriad of mysterious coincidences where the world seemed to be in concordance with one's will. In fact one could attribute such phenomena to divine will.

This means that the pursuit of any business is to mimic God. And like the God of yor, defectors would feel the wrath while those that prostrate themselves before it would be so fortunate as to experience it's grace. But as the circle turns a kinder and more loving God, would appeal to the masses. But one must remember that both the vengeful and compassionate engineers of experience are acting under the same motives. So the evil disguise themselves as the good, and since they are naturally so adaptive they attract more subjects than the genuine good.

This means that "good" marketing, in the moral sense of the word, would be evil by nature but good by neccessity. But remember that they are evil above all and revert to such a state if given the chance. But as marketing permiates every facet of life, they stack the deck in their favor and provide themselves more control over the subjects. They deliberately prevent people from attaining the ability to detect their workings and grant favor to those with influence in a resource of the business' desire.

People become baptised into the world of consumerism ever younger and are placed upon the tracks of market obedience so that they can become the unthinking cogs in the wheels of business. Unaware slaves and sheep to the slaughter. And who has the appetite for sheep but the shepherd and wolf alike.

This is why Christianity and even religion in general is so popular. It provides the theme of undoubted and steadfast bearing of the burden. Live without question of the higher power. Have faith in the mysterious ways of God and you inadvertantly play into the hands of the greatest machine. There is congruence in the goals of business and religion.

Spite is the unmitigated enemy of both business and religion. That is why it is deemed sinful. Business has a more secular way of detering such activity. They declare spite, in its various forms, illegal. Rules are to be obeyed not transgressed. We all are forced by both God and man to conform, but that is the least human response to such oppression.

One should adorn spite upon the very fabric of their character. Embrace unpredictability. Frolick with madness. Buy the red shirt even though you'd rather wear the blue. Write of what you believe in as much as you do about what you doubt.

God and business are eagerly pursuing you, and to honor them is to be elusive, and your legs are spite. Remember, both the hunters hold no respect for the lame prey.

BE SWIFT, BE SURE AND BE PURE!!!