What LSD Does: A New Understanding

First off, I haven't done LSD in well over a decade, so don't get the impression that I'm some acid head, babbling nonsense.  However, I would consider myself an expert on the experience given the quantities I ingested in the late 80's and early 90's.  So, what is this experience that so deftly defies clear description?  I've figured out why/how everything looks different, how we see sounds, and seemingly hear voices from another world...

It's really quite simple, LSD causes a sensory shift. When 'tripping' the world has a different look to it.  Everything is the same, but somehow is different, like a different mood or lighting.  What has changed is actually the primary colors.  In normal life, the primary colors are red, blue, and yellow.  From those, all the others are made.  When hallucinating, the primary colors shift and become purple, green, and orange.  As such, the world looks very different though nothing has really changed.  This shift does not limit itself to light perception.

The shift effects our hearing as well.  the shift also sends part of the our audio sensation to our visual perception.  This results in the phenomena described as 'seeing sounds'.  This couldn't be more accurate; that is exactly what's happening.  A portion of the signal being sent from your ears to your brain is redirected to your visual cortex and interpreted as visual input which in turn provides us with that special experience.

Our ears are sensitive to the highest frequencies we can perceive, i.e. if our senses present us with a set range of perceivable frequencies, our hearing lies at one of the leading edges of that range.  Therefore, when the perceptual shift of LSD occurs, our hearing begins receiving input from a 'reality' that we previously could not perceive.  I postulate that it is from this new 'reality' that the voices sometimes heard emanate and that they are in fact real communication from some other being, be they subconscious utterances from humans or some other life form all together.

As for the patterns one sees in all things when hallucinating, that is our mind at work.  One of our primary functions is pattern recognition.  The 'new' input we are interpreting as a result of the shift is fundamentally different from that which we are accustomed.  As such, there is what one might call noise or parts of the signal which our minds don't know what to do with.  This in turn gives our minds some extra freedom of interpretation which manifests in our brains filling in the 'gaps' so that these patterns appear - i.e. so that things look logical/make sense.

That's the story so far.  Now if I could only find some LSD...

Here's some Blah Blah for your Blah Blah. That's right... I said it!

So it's finally here! 2012!!!

Yes, the end game. Good bye nonsense. Released from hell we shall be. Judgement Day.

Well, whatever the year brings, I just pray it's SOMETHING. I mean really. We elected our first black President four years back. Remember that? That good looking, youthful, well spoken, thoughtful, and downright impressive person ...person? I mean NIGGER. In fact, I'm pretty sure he's the best President we've had since my birth. ...Please, don't embarrass yourself trying to contradict that... It's a shame we elected him into the greatest economic and foreign relations disasters of my lifetime as well. And then people are like, "Obama hasn't done shit! I may even be worse off since he took the Presidency. I ain't re-electing that dumb ass."

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!?!?!

The fact that things are even comparable to four years ago is a miracle! Had we elected anyone else (save Paul or Edwards - That's right! I said it!) and we'd probably be having clan wars with sticks and stones by now. Grunting and snorting at each other and wearing animal hides (and probably having crazy domination oriented sex that makes all that rape-ish porn look tame -- yeah, choking her out. Whatever... try slamming her over the head with a club and THEN hittin it like a gorilla. ...In front of your parents, kids, and 10 other clan members. ...All of whom don't even really notice!) Sorry, got a little swept up there...

But yeah, does anyone remember the piece of shit, disaster of a country that Bush enabled? That there's ANY hope right now is AMAZING. If Obama isn't re-elected I will weep. Literally. Tears will come forth from my eyes. ...and hopefully I will have amassed enough cash to move to Costa Rica and retire. Of course I'd stick around for Ron Paul as well, but we all know... when California drops into the ocean his candidacy will go straight down the toilet. HAHA!!! 2012!!!

AAAAAnyway, back to Obama, my initial point was that the first black president issue barely made the headlines, or so it seemed to me? I mean, yes it was a big deal and had some hoopla surrounding it, but it was nowhere near the event I expected it to be. Especially since it came so quick! 2008?!?!?! WOW!!! I was thinking more around 2032! It hasn't even been 50 years since "I have a dream..." and the head honcho is BLACK?!?! and not some John Smith Black, we're talkin some BARACK OBAMA Black! Shit, I'm surprised he wore shoes to the inauguration! See, you've got to understand now, we're not talkin CEO of some corporation, or president of a bank, or even a manager at McDonald's. We are talking about THE PRESIDENT, THE LEADER, THE BOSS of the MOST POWERFUL and DOMINANT COUNTRY on the PLANET. Think about it, in less than a nigger's life expectancy - "I'm sittin' in the back of the bus, can't use "white people stuff", and I occasionally get lynched." TO "I'm arguably the MOST POWERFUL MAN IN THE WORLD." I dunno, seems pretty quick to me? Don't get me wrong - HURRAY! - but damn... maybe the people of the US weren't quite as bassackwards as we thought? Maybe it's just that the STUPID ones were f'in LOUD and ... well ... stupid?

Gotta go... I think I felt a tremor!...

GOTTA GET A BOAT AND SOME SCUBA GEAR SO I CAN GET IN ON THE LOOTING OF BEVERLY HILLS (and Encino!) when it's under the Pacific Ocean!

If you're not a little nervous, you're not taking it far enough.

In times of greater prosperity than the present, I enjoy the hobby of making bumper stickers. This endeavor provided me with inspiration and pushed my mind to deeper and deeper levels of analysis. There is one concept which has shined above all though. It is somewhat metaphorical.
I would generally print stickers in groups of about 5, and for whatever individual reasons would print between 3 and 20 stickers of each design. I loved showing of my clever sayings and ideas. In a group of 5 there would generally be 1 that basically went too far about something, 3 that were entertaining but at most, were only slightly provocative. Then there was one that was just kinda lame. Every single time, that one sticker that was just too much, too controversial a view, on too sensitive a topic became the indisputable public favorite and within a year, the wild, shocking statement it made had become commonplace.
I have a similar saying in skiing: If you never fall when you ski, it doesn't mean you're good. It means you're not skiing hard enough.

The Origin of Nigger - A New Theory

It is generally accepted that Nigger evolved from the word Negro in the south, back in the days of slavery. Basically, the name stuck as an derogatory term. Let's take a closer look at the implied evolution of this term...

So we have black slaves working for white masters. Presumably, the masters initially referred to the slaves as Negros. For whatever linguistic reasons, Negro evolved into Nigger. While slavery was abandoned, the name Nigger, was not. It began to carry reference to times gone by when blacks were slaves, i.e. lesser beings by design. People's tone and usage of the term made it's meaning more and more derogatory over time; ultimately making it the easiest route for any white person to piss off a black person. This is the popular story as I understand it.

In the unpredictable realm of the evolution of words, this seems to be a reasonable and believable explanation/recount of history. I however, am not so satisfied. If the term Nigger evolved from Negro, why is it so negatively powerful? Negro/Black/Dark or whatever, seems rather benign and mundane to pick up such injurious power. In the very least, it seems unlikely. I find something to the effect of the following course of events more plausible:

A Master and Slave are together one day and the Master turns to the slave,
"Zeke, you know what your problem is? Why you people won't ever amount to more than slaves?"
Zeke paused, giving the Master his full attention, curiously awaiting the answer...
"Your problem is that you're IGNORANT. You don't know nuthin. You're stupid."
The Master continued, "... Now get back to work." and he walked away. The statement stuck with Zeke and he continued to think about it.

The next day Zeke was working along side his cousin Joe and said,
"Hey Joe, I was talkin to Massa yesserday n he said sumtin funny."
"So, what he say?"
"He say we wrong cuz we nigorant."
"Niggerant?"
"Yeah, niggerant."
"Well, you might be niggerant, but I ain't no niggerant."
"Yes you are."
"No, you da nigger, ain't me."
"You a nigger."
"No, you da nigger."
"Yooz a nigger too."
"Nigger."
"Nigger."

Their Master had been listening to the conversation and stepped up with a stern voice but smiling, "You're BOTH NIGGERS! Now get back to work! ...Niggers." He chuckled to himself as he walked away.

"See... Nigger..."
"Nigger."
"Nigger."
"Nigger..."

Because it did sound like Negro, the Master continued to refer to his slaves as Nigger and Niggers as a little joke to himself. The slaves, though they didn't really know what it meant, they knew it was negative, and it pissed them off more and more. As such, a racial slur was born.

Nigger is a mispronounced, offshoot of Ignorant. A similar mispronunciation can be found in the word Ask being pronounced as Axe. Regardless, the specifics could have gone down a million different ways, my point is the same: The term Nigger did not come from Negro, it came from Ignorant and should be defined and treated as such.



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Iran & its government are not evil, they don't hate Jews, and they're not backwards.

Would someone tell CNN to get off Iran's dick. Yes, their culture is different (and older) than ours. Get over it. Their government (i.e. Ahmadinejad) is quite progressive and peaceful (certainly more so than ours on both accounts). The US government is on a push to turn the people of the US against Iran to enable them to have the support necessary to attack them and insert a puppet government. We have military installations in every country that borders Iran; now we want to use them. Iran, Venezuela, North Korea, and China are really the primary nations that defy America's will. Go Iran!

THERE CAN BE NO WAR IF NO ONE IS WILLING TO FIGHT OR USE THE WEAPONS.


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To all you internet advertising dreamers and nit wits

Yes, there is money to be made in internet advertising and promotion. However, there is on important reality that must be kept in mind. Internet advertising does not yet have a very strong link to the real world. Internet advertising works, but it works for internet products. The people being exposed to your ads are there because they have chosen not to do whatever they're doing in the real world. If you have a real world product, advertise it there. As a general rule, the people on the internet won't give a shit about your product. Comprende?

We are not from here; A compelling argument.

The nature of things is to be in balance. The planetary environment (a.k.a. mother nature) maintains balance (within an unspecified range). For example, when a given species experiences a boom in population, they ultimately outgrow their food supply, and starvation among other things reduces the population back to the balanced range. Likewise, their food supply has just endured a population reduction, which takes pressure off it's food supply, which in turn grows in population, leading to the recovery of the population of the species that was eaten up by the initial booming species. All this says one thing: The balance fluctuates, but is maintained. Always. ...with one exception...
The introduction of non-indigenous species. Massive, virtually uncontrolled booms in the population of a species generally occur only when a species relocates to a new environment, finds a comfortable niche, but has no natural predators to keep its population in check. So, BOOM! Suddenly the beast is everywhere, knocking everything out of balance. In the looooooooong run, a new balance will be established and life will continue, but that is irrelevant in the scope of this essay.
My point is this. Humans have overrun the planet. This is largely due to a clear lack of effective predators. I already explained that this only happens when a transplantation has occurred. Well, humans function at the level of the global ecosystem so how could a transplantation have occurred? An inter-planetary transplant - we are from another world.
I have some additional circumstantial evidence as well. In my observations, each species of animal generally has one type of hair/fur. It may be longer or shorter in different places on their body, but fundamentally, it's type is unchanged. i.e. They don't have pubic hair. Caucasian humans on the other hand, often have a dramatic difference between their body/head hair and pubic hair, lighter skinned races as well. However the difference is not so dramatic in persons of African origin/black people. Note that Africa is pointed to as the origin of the Human race. So would it not make sense to see the "two hair types" anomaly as evidence of a mixing of species/races? But there is no evidence for the origin of humans of any type outside of Africa without emigration having brought humans there. An obvious explanation is the introduction of an alien/offworld species which mixed with the native African/black humans, resulting in humans with two hair types. In addition to this, the introduction appears to have altered the human species enough that it began functioning outside the natural balance and thus the resulting overrunning of the planetary ecosystem.
Furthermore, Caucasian cultures and individuals, historically display a drive for conquest and control at levels beyond what would be considered healthy for survival and prosperity; levels we don't see in any other animal. Nor in African cultures - as far as my limited knowledge goes. But as skin lightens, we begin to see this drive emerge around the world.
Do understand that these broad generalizations are for the sake of historical argument only and are not grounds for prejudice or much meaningful application at all regarding today's global human culture.
So yeah, we're alien hybrids...

The Almighty Power of One

Every object (especially those capable of self controlled propulsion) capable of movement - especially spinning, contains and controls the Entire Power of the Universe, for in order for that item to be spinning, the remainder of the universe must necessarily in fact be spinning around that object. (I'm speaking within the general paradigm of Alteration of Perspective) Thus, when you are being a self-centered prick, it's o.k., because you ARE the center of the universe, and the world DOES revolve around you. Ta Da!

Well that "Fiction Remaining Fiction" was a whole lotta bullshit, that's for certain...

It's Sunday, Sept 4th. Well, last Monday (28th?) the vision(audio hallucination?) I'd been having and wrote about in my last post came to be reality. No Shit.

So, the event wasn't nearly as dramatic nor traumatic as the version I wrote and Lisa wasn't involved at all (too busy being in jail! lol) Basically, I was sitting in one of those extra low, pool-side chairs in the exact spot I had envisioned Lisa to be lounging. Leo was at the top of the steps of the pool and Ahlia was standing on the first step of the side steps of the pool. I was kind of day dreaming when I heard a rustling of the water. Ahlia had stepped off the step into the shallow end (may as well have been deep end as far as she was concerned) and flailing about under the water. Leo managed to get out, "Pa..." before I had lept in and scooped her up. She hadn't taken a lungfull of water or anything; a little bit of coughing and gasping as I held her. No crying, but she got a good scare out of it. On Wednesday I made sure we spent the day in the pool to minimize her aversion. She was noticibly more timid and far less daring around the water, but I think in time, she'll recover fully from the fright. Nonetheless pretty weird. I'm just glad it's over and I don't have to continue waiting to see if my vision was going to materialize. It did. We're all fine and thank god.

Make somthing into fiction and fiction it remains?

Three times over roughly the last five days, I've had a very disturbing vision. A waking vision, not a dream. Ironically, I didn't see the vision, but heard it. I heard the voices of the people talking; like listening to a play on the radio or something. I did get fleeting visual images, but not much to speak of.
Anyway, as I said, the events of the vision were disturbing to say the least. Finally after this third occurrence I decided to write out the story I was hearing. I'm hoping that by turning the story into fiction, it will thus remain fiction rather than becoming some terrible premonition. The words were specific and identical, and in the speakers actual voice on all three occasions - without exception. I have used this exact dialogue here. So here's my story (first draft, it still needs a little work)

MY LITTLE SWIMMER

It was another scorching hot August day. I was in the kitchen doing some work on the computer when my 4 year old son, Leo walked in from the living room. He, his little sister Ahlia, and their Mom were enjoying the afternoon in the backyard by the pool.

"Hi Leo." I said, glancing at him standing in the doorway.

I noticed he had that slightly stiff and awkward look of, "I have come to give you information." that only toddlers can have. So I looked back to him to hear what he had to say.

Without any judgement or emotion, but with a hint of curiosity, Leo said, "Papa? Ahlia's under the wat..."
I never heard the "-er."

In that instant, my stomach felt as if at my feet, I experienced simultaneous peak levels of terror, shock, fear, and what I can only describe as "GO!"

In a single blast, my chair flew backwards across the room; I was already past Leo and a step from the sliding glass door (I do actually remember being sure not to touch Leo as I blew by him so he wouldn't feel dismissed for relaying this information - the things our minds can process instantaneously never cease to amaze me.)

Passing Leo I could immediately see a little blur of pink in the middle of the shallow end. My final step was on the metal frame of the glass door (Thank GOD that door was open! Or this would have been a very different story!) I could feel my foot's firm grip on the frame and chose to launch my dive from there rather than risk that next step onto the wet concrete. The results were mixed.

My dive was aimed perfectly. In a single, swift motion, my outstretched arms shot right under Ahlia and swept her little body up onto the far edge of the pool. She was unconscious and not breathing (I wouldn't notice my knee had clipped the concrete lip of the pool 'till much later.)

Pinch her nose, open her mouth, BLOW! ohhh, support her neck. BLOW. BLOW.
O.K. Just below the hard middle thing, firmly but gently Pump. Pump. Pump.
Nose, neck, BLOW, BLOW, BLOW. Now, Pump. Pump. Pump...
I had no idea what I was doing. I hadn't taken a CPR class in 20 years. But this wasn't really the time to be indecisive. So, 1-2-3, 1-2-3...

And BLAM! COUGH! She blasted bile and water into my face!

COUGH! GURGLE! Gasp! COUGH! Gasp! COUGH!

Suddenly her eyes came alive, her color returned, and she looked into my eyes.

COUGH!

"Papa!"

I could see her trying to smile through the coughing.

In her little water-logged voice, "Papa! Did you see me swimming?!?! I was swimming, Papa! Did you see me swimming?!?!"

Hugging her, the love I felt in that moment... The tears pouring down my face, "Yes baby! I saw you! You were swimming so good! SO GOOD BABY! I saw you!"

I just held her and wept. Relief. Release.

My clarity returned and I turned my head right. I saw their Mom sitting up, watching with curiosity and confusion from her Chaise Lounge. That's when I felt the burning rage filling my body. The burning rage my father would have unleashed right at this moment. Not with injurous violence, hitting a woman was never an option, but believe me, that burning, blaming rage would have been released.

All at once, in an automatic, reactive process, my mind thought, "No. I am the NEXT generation. I can improve here. This is not about blame, this is about Ahlia. I can deal with Mom later when I'm not rushing with adrenaline."

Leo was watching from the doorway. He saw the love not rage. He felt drawn towards his family in this peak, but somewhat confusing moment; not the fear from observing unleashed anger.

This is about Ahlia; so proud to have swam in front of her Papa and swam so good.

...My knee feels funny? Oooooh my...

The Intended Nature of Government

Government is the means by which a large group of people (e.g. a country) communicates amongst itself about universal issues and reaches collective decisions in regards to those matters.
My point being that it is not an entity, separate from the populace, charged with the duty of controlling the people. Nor is it an independent entity, granted the power to develop and execute foreign policy & relations which are not clearly supported and expressed by the citizenry.

Another one...

Breaking rules/laws is not dishonest. Getting caught and then lying about it is.

My latest contribution to the collective consciousness:

Pursuing adolescent dreams of making a difference is not adolescent. Giving up is.


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All B.S. aside. Let's take a look at the Holy Bible - with open eyes...

I've begun a sort of bible study series on YouTube. This is my first video...





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A quick thank you to some mates:

Joe Cardador: The quintessential rock drummer. Put it this way, I never performed 1 note of my music with another drummer.

Jake Adams: A lyricist and vocalist before his time. You were massively under-appreciated and more talented than anyone realized.

Jason Tellez: A musician and sax player of uncommon talent. I was so lucky to have gotten to play with you for so many years.

Gary Israel: The ultimate subliminal bass player. The best all around musician amongst us.

Windy Smith: What's hotter than a punk-rock, blond, baritone sax player? Nothing.

Time for a New Christianity because this one we have is ALL f'ed up...

FORGIVENESS. Indeed, forgiveness is one of the cornerstones of Christianity. Please correct me if I'm mistaken, but in my view it is indisputable. A Christian is nothing if not forgiving.
That said...
Is not "Banishment into the pits of hell for all eternity" the virtual textbook ANTITHESIS of Forgiveness? They don't even have to say, "Do not pass GO. Do not collect $200." 'Cause it doesn't matter - you're going to HELL... FOREVER... and once that's over... you STAY IN HELL, BECAUSE IT'S FOREVER!
Now, is it just me? or is there some kind of FUNDAMENTAL INCONGRUENCE/INCONSISTENCY going on here??????
I dunno, seems like a pretty big oversight to blame on god. Who can we pin it on? (No, not Satan - that's so DONE.)

The Final Battle

While moving through the fields of lions, Satan came to me and spoke.
"I have an important question for you. Eventually, someday, the end will come. When it does and it comes down to the final two, me and you. Only one can go on. The choice will be left unto you. Who will continue? Me or you?"
I employed the gifts god gave me, all given for this moment. The conflict was clear. My heart did not hesitate. Him. Choose him.
My mind replied, "What? Choose Satan before me? How can this be? Is that not his final victory?"
I have since found countless explanations, for every approach yields the same answer if taken all the way through. At that time, I saw this:
I am of god. I know what I bring to the table and as does god. This is known.
I do not know Satan or what he brings. He is the unknown.
The path of god is into the unknown, fearlessly and with love.
My mind was satisfied. The choice was clear.
Satan returned. "What do you say? What is your answer? Who will go on?"
I looked him in the eye and said, "You."
His face blank, he turned and walked away. In the distance I could hear the joyful roar of a crowd. With a tear in my eye, I moved on to join their celebration.

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The Wash. Post: Mexican drug cartels killing children

That's right. Drug crazed maniacs, running the streets in Mexico, brandishing their weapons, searching for children under 10 to kill as symbols of their evil hearts. That's right. Little children. ...Evil bastards. See! A Mexican gets a little bit of money and what does he do? He starts killing children. Yeah, I think it's best we just leave them in their cardboard boxes...
NO, YOU DUMBFUCKS! It's the only reasonable and humane course of action under the given circumstances. Think about it. Man and his wife are working for a cartel. DEA offers them a bunch of money to be informants. The get a bunch of guys killed and thrown in jail and eventually get discovered. So, appropriately, the cartel goes to their home and kills them. Since there was no time to get a baby sitter, the couple's 5 year old witnessed the murder of his parents. Needless to say, he was a bit bothered by the event. So what do you do? Let the kid stay there with his dead parents for a while and eventually grow up a massively scarred and emotionally damaged individual? No, you show a little mercy and responsibility and kill the kid too. The guys didn't enjoy killing the child. It was a nightmare for them no doubt. But it was the right thing to do and they "manned up" and did it. My condolences to all involved. Yuk. But news people: WISE UP!

Letter to Child Support Enforcement Office

From: ericthem@hotmail.com
Subject: Child Support Enforcement
Date: March 12, 2011 8:59:18 AM PST
To: cse@dwss.nv.gov

I cannot fully express the immense disappointment and frustration I feel every time I prepare to go to the CSE office to make a payment. Not because I am paying child support, I'm fine with that. By my best observation, the office created to collect my payments - by force if they deem necessary - is doing almost everything imaginable to ensure that making my payments is as difficult as possible. Don't you WANT my payments? Is it not in the best interests of the kids that you make every effort to encourage me to make my payments? OF COURSE!

Then why? ... why? why? why? I've been able to make deposits at atm machines for 30 years. I can make my cel bill payments at a little machine. Why isn't there a machine OUTSIDE where there's no metal detectors, no overpaid "DA Investigators", no 8am-5pm M-F only, no snaking lines, no little number slips, no disinterested employees, no retarded parents, etc. Payments would take less than 1 minute. ...30 years!!! We have the technology! Had it for THREE DECADES in fact. ...Go Team!

I pay EVERY BILL I HAVE online. Every single one. Except my child support payment. WOW! Wouldn't that be an incredible innovation! What forward-thinking genius came up with that idea? ... 20 years ago. Does the Division head have Down Syndrome or something? They just moved to a new facility even!! Upgrade time! Right? What was the big advancement? Now they have a DMV-style number system... ooooooh!!! Cool! An automated voice even calls my number!!!

How about just phone payments? Surely you can train people to answer a telephone? Or even outsource it to India if you're a little tight on cash.

It continues to absolutely BLOW MY MIND how retarded the current service methods are. If I didn't see it every month, I would never believe it. Never.

Have a nice day.

-Eric

Scarcity Begets Dysfunction - Legalization of Illicit Drugs

I assume that the primary argument against drug legalization is that by making it available to all that are of age (which doesn't necessarily have to be the case in a legalized scenario) that the ill effects would wreak havoc on parts of society which currently are drug free simply due to lack of exposure and availability. ...Maybe so. I highly doubt that would be the case in significant numbers but I cannot rule it out. Given our current rate of evolution, it's doubtful you or I will ever know for sure. Nonetheless...

My current point is that our fundamental perspective on the issue as a whole is flawed and that's why progress towards any resolution is so slow. Generally, we accept the villain or problem to be Illicit Drugs, i.e. marijuana, cocaine, ecstasy, crystal meth, and heroin. There are countless others (incl. prescriptions) but these are "The Big Five". Fortunately, marijuana is already on its way towards legalization and maybe that will change some minds, but I digress.

The problem is not really the substances at all. In fact, the substances are the SOLUTION! The problem is the LACK of drugs. When a crackhead or tweaker or junkie have crack or meth or heroin, they are the LAST people that are going to create ANY type of problem in society. They're gonna be chillin' in their hotel room doing their thing or cruisin' around, not bothering anyone. It's when the high prices have sucked them dry and/or dope becomes scarce that the situation gets ugly. SCARCITY BEGETS DYSFUNCTION.

If ANY substance or other noun that an individual considers "a necessity" comes up in short supply, as that available supply diminishes, dysfunctional behaviors become more likely and prevalent. e.g. if you don't have food or water or... shelter? whatever, you're gonna do what it takes to get it right? If a person has developed a relationship with a drug that has them feeling it as a necessity, it only makes sense that they "do what they gotta do."

I'd be willing to bet that most hard core addicts, if they didn't have to be consumed on how to get their next $40 to get high or whatever, in an accepting environment, they could hold down jobs and be productive people. Well, except for junkies maybe. All the nodding out really screws things up. Maybe they could just do 'at home' jobs? If a quick hit off the crack pipe was just that, instead of an hourly, 45 minute stress out session in a bathroom stall, just to get one unsatisfying hit - work for 15 mins - go try again... crackheads could work the next 28 or 58 minutes no problem.

I'm frikin tired. just remember: SCARCITY BEGETS DYSFUNCTION - not drugs.

NEW UNDERSTANDING (for me) of Mutation & Incest

Incest is very taboo and rightly so. Why? Primarily because it creates mutations in any resulting offspring. That's why many breeds of dogs have health and other issues; because in order to strengthen and solidify the desired characteristic traits of the breed being created, breeders would often breed dogs that were directly related (i.e. son-mother, father-daughter, brother-sister, etc...).

Over the years, I have often wondered why this is the case. Why children of close relatives are subject to fairly dramatic mutations as opposed to children of unrelated people, in which mutations are comparatively rare. Why this curse on relatives "keeping it in the family"? Why does "mother nature" care; for clearly this is a defined distinction and thus has some purpose.

Like so many things, if not all things, the purpose is survival. It is a function of population. e.g. Planet E is populated with the "Hunans". If they are a successful "life design" they will prosper and their numbers will grow - bringing more & more diversity within the defining limits of what makes a Hunan - making mutations a rare occurrence. On the other hand, had the life design of Hunans not been a successful one, their numbers would have decreased over time, in route to extinction. But life is not just a quitter like that.

This is where incest comes in. The rapid and dramatic mutations are an organism/species's final defense against extinction. It's sort of a last attempt to alter the species design into a more viable and successful form. As the population shrinks, it becomes increasingly likely that sexual relations will occur between ever-closer relatives. The idea being that one or more of the resulting mutations will eliminate or compensate for whatever deficiency exists in the current design; which is clearly in the process of failing as evidenced by the dwindling population.

There you have it. This is why (in terms of how is it adaptive for the organism) mutations occur in the offspring of incestuous partners.

The USA parades its ignorance on the world stage once again: President Mahmoud Admadinejad's speech to the U.N.

President Mahmoud Admadinejad's speech was not well received by the western world's delegates. In fact when Admadinejad addressed 9-11 and the alternative theories held by many, the western delegates walked out. This may not seem like a very noteworthy response, in fact it was quite predictable. My point however is that it is important and quite disgraceful.

Understand, this is not a random, highly educated nimrod speaking in a church gymnasium. This is the President of one of the most powerful countries in the world, speaking to the world's delegates at the U.N. in New York. The communications occurring in this forum represent power and influence on our planet at a level us laymen don't really understand. [Note: I am writing from an assumed perspective, not necessarily my own, in order to achieve greater topic focus.] As such, to simply disregard without any consideration of content, a world Leader's address is simply ignorant. A nation's President, no matter how opposed to or offended by their opinions you may be, is worthy of your ear. Have you ever run for President? Probably not, but let me tell you, it is no small matter. It takes a little more effort than your 3-month science project in 9th grade. Now, to run and win, that is all but impossible. Earning a PhD in Sub-Atomic Physics is easier than becoming President of a major country. So, even if you think he's an imbecile, give the man your attention.

To walk out during a Leader's address is simple pageantry; adolescent dramatization. I hate it when we parade our ignorance on the world stage. It is embarrassing and shameful. Only those that are guilty and trying to hide something react to what ultimately are nothing more than words coming from a human being's mouth, with such flair. To label a topic or opinion as "Taboo" is a tool of people trying to hide something, not the offended.

Well I'm tired and want to wrap this up. May god bless President Mahmoud Admadinejad. Fuck the Overlords.

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Don't Tread On Me

The saying has always been a bit peculiar in my view. It gives me an impression of National pride, a bit of macho posturing, and the image of the snake. I figured the snake was the representation of something that, if you stepped on it, would whip around and bite you. Hence the warning, "Don't tread on me."

So I finally bothered to give the saying some actual thought and consideration. I came to a perspective that is a little different than the one described above. "Don't Tread On Me." is more than a tough guy slogan of National pride. It's actually a practical expression of how to succeed in a world of freedom and liberty. I am an anarchist. That doesn't mean spray paint, spiked hair, and using foul language talking to my parents. What it means is that I believe in the ultimate positivity of human nature. That we can govern ourselves. That we don't need to create entities to control us and limit our freedom in the name of order.

In the world I would prefer to live in, "Don't Tread On Me." would be a fundamental tenet. What it means is: Live your life, enjoy your freedom, just pay enough attention to your behavior to avoid stepping on me and my freedom. Critics often respond to this notion with the argument that in such circumstance, you aren't actually free. Bull fuck. I don't have time to sit around and argue semantic, legal-esque type arguments. You can be considerate and still be free. If you disagree based on semantic definitions, then feel free to go sit on a dildo and stroke your genitals; you ARE the problem.

Anyway, "Don't Tread On Me." is an individual and personal, philosophical expression of how we can enjoy freedom and liberty without fighting each other to assert our commitment to such values.


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Three new bumper stickers I made:

Another Look Our Number System...

O.k. so the latest revised number system can be thought of as two sets of four plus one oddball for each set of four (0 and 5 being the oddballs). Practically:

0 1 2 3 4
5 6 7 8 9

the next item of interest is concerning consistency. if 0 is not an actual number and just a "place holder" then 5 should have a similar designation. Thus far, it does not. Furthermore, I haven't had enough time to come up with a way of dealing with such set up. So lets take it the other way - Let's say 0, like 5, IS a number and not any different except that it's zero... ?

Now, here's the neat stuff... consider the "space" between 0 and 1. Is that space part of 0 or part of 1? In a practical sense, as long as you're below 1 and above zero, are you still in the "zero zone" or are you in the "one zone". i.e. there's a space between each whole number. That space is either part of the number above it, or part of the number below it. You'll see why this matters in a moment... Lets say for example, the space is part of the number below it.
So our set begins directly on zero and is "part of zero" until you hit 1. from that point you're traveling in the zone of 1 until you actually hit 2. Think of this in a physical representation...
because the space between numbers is associated with the number below it, zero is actually (for all practical purposes) one. yes, zero is actually one. Well, extremely close to one - as close as you can get without being one.

The reason this oddity arises is because I'm dealing only with whole numbers - no decimals. I'm doing so because they are a better representation of reality. In reality there are no decimals. either something exists (represented as 1) or it doesn't exist (represented as 0 - or so we're lead to believe). Something can't half-exist - at least I can't imagine it thus far. So, I restrict the inquiry to whole numbers. O.k., back to dealing with the reality of the space between numbers issue...

In our first solution - associating the space with the number below it, we ended up with this strangeness of zero actually being closer to what we presently call 1. One good thing that this approach does is make 9 physically more like 10. I say this is good because it creates a likeness between the system and reality (10 fingers, 10 toes, etc.) So we could say 5 and 0 are representative of our thumbs and 1-4 and 6-9 are our fingers... Still zero being one isn't quite ideal, let's try the other way...
What happens if we associate the space between numbers with the number above it?
Well, 1 is akin to the real world i.e. 1 is actually 1, 2 is 2, etc. But, 9 is now 9 which makes our system less connected to reality... or does it? Let's consider zero.
Recall, zero is a number, not a place holder. This is so we don't have to do some undetermined tweaking of 5 to account for it's "zeroness". As such, zero would now consist of the space below it as well. Hmmm... so zero is now actually more like -1. For some reason I like that. I need to go think about this for a little while...