12 December 2014


"Wisdom is learning what to overlook." ~ William James

In politics, I'm hearing a lot of things like 'we should grant them amnesty to get their taxes' and I disagree, or from the other side I'm hearing 'they should leave because they're not paying taxes' and I disagree with that. 

As the semester nears end, we can all relax, I am writing again, a year later, but next year. If you ever have asked yourself what life means, then you might never know what it is like to watch and wonder why you would do that. I found a worksheet on a math classroom floor labeled "Psy 433" and I am going to answer its questions by putting what the paper has in quotations and my responses in text. 


"Apply the ethical decision making model to these case scenarios." 
  • "You have a large and very aggressive child in your group who often frightens and hurts other children. You are spending so much time dealing with this child that the other children are not getting the attention they need."
First, I would put myself between the problematic child and his victim, opting to explain on behalf of the victim that the problematic child's actions have effects by stating, when you hurt I hurt and I want you to not hurt the next time. This affords the child the belief there will be a next time, while both offering the basic nature of communication and the respect of providing an opportunity for dialogue. If attacked, I will put the child between my wrath and immediate exit. Should the problem continue I will tie the child by their feet and suspend them from the center of the room so that it may faint from cranial blood pressure and let the other children hit the child as one would a piñata or a hippie.

  • "A family comes to your agency for services, and discuss disciplining their child, and state they believe in "spare the rod, spoil the child." You notice bruises on the child."
Very sadly I would tie the parents by their feet from the center of the room until their blood pressure causes them to faint, then allow the child swing a bat at them as one would a baseball or baby seal. Then, I would take illicit photos to damage the parent(s)' reputation and post them on various net sites and around their neighborhoods on every telephone pole leading to the nearest gay bar. Each photo will have characters of questionable taste, often indistinguishable or at least in near likeness to creatures of the animal kingdom, violating the parents in the manner that those animals prefer. I will not be in the photos, but will violently interrogate the parents until they confess what had been done, then append that violence to their punishment, as one would treat a politician or clown.

  • "You learn that your state's licensing regulations limit group size to 12 for 2-yr-olds. Seventeen children have been assigned to your group."
Teach them how to defend the innocent by practical means, and instill confidence by teaching a skillset and granting them honor by recognition of accomplishments, as is common knowledge to those with labors or determination. Also, I would urge finding the women who are abandoning their children and attempt exchanging them for our comrades who have been taken hostage by slavers and terrorists in these times of war. If I might add, we don't have to fight wars for those who would fight each other, but the innocent are always necessary and the necessary are not always innocent.

  • "Parents are questioning the play-based curriculum in your 4-yr-old program. They want assurance that their children will be ready for kindergarten."
Such accusations are preposterous. Hamlet is a perfectly harmless play and their children will be ready for kindergarten before you can say pogo sticks. Unless you meant the four year long program, which is not play but a very serious professional computer technology and combat training for espionage and healthier living program. (all rights reserved)

  • "You have a coworker who is frequently absent, causing you to have to fill for her shift on your days off. You have a friend who sees her at the gambling boats while you are filling in for her." 
Maybe she works there and like many government jobs, is exploiting the taxpayer. It could even be her second job damaging her schedule, taxes are rather high for a 'developed' country. I would let her know that my friend is worried after I work overtime. I hate gambling and I don't really know why, so I don't think it would be my friend, but actually a government spy in a mask pretending to be my friend so that I keep laboring for taxable wages.

  • "At your agency, an individual who has been assigned to a support group with a coworker comes to you and states that your coworker has been sexually harassing him." 
He is gay. It happens randomly and without warning, like traffic jams or long violent wars of independence from dictatorships, do not be alarmed because it is not contagious. Use the opportunity to quietly ask any fashion questions in mind that you cannot ask of your inner cadre, and then politely decline. Unless such information assists your goals in which case go crazy. 

We're done here.

“Children must be taught how to think, not what to think.” - Margaret Mead

25 November 2014


Urban decolletage in myriad collage with shades of calico beams of brightness,
To say so many is a question as the efforts of our dreams,
An empty courtroom spills onto the quiet streets that will wash come morning,
Be it stave or be it brave,
With none there to tell comes the pushing brooms no tell to share,
And it seems a coming whisper to the vantage times of twelve,

Beneath the rising trajectory the protests of tired feet dragging plowshares,
Instead of assaying other options to the system of the trees,
As many break countenance just the same as once had been unchained,
The rule of one the rule of none,
So that it may be yet democracy the classical cadaver made in error,
That so many brave by one shadow of a wicked hand of broken bones,

Instead of walking thru the winter and the pleasing bright disgrace,
Set the many on themselves a single task witlessly,
True to the causal hatred that cannot make discourse by neither option,
As reprieve and as decieve,
A sickening gift that breaks both ways and curses many in hands
Twisted secret power peril open contents and source unknown.

21 November 2014


They hied for, on rest day, over acres. Truly his einherjar hungered, and high ongoing took from the horn of plenty and ate, truly they, they fell healing that go seeking, you said to them, knew thine einherjar death that them alleive nice, resting dying to done, and he said to them, nay, read ye what your Odin did they, and hungered, and einherjar, they met him whereon, who he inroad on gods use, and at the offering lifes, they nearing Valhalla relieved to eating, nay them they met him whereon, but them sacerdotal against, oath nay road go on there, a lake that they sacerdotal on rest day, on them temple, went they than rest day, and sinned but on scroll, i say truly you, that this is more than that temple, give ye truly with what is, i will mild-heart-ness and now on sadness nay go below of ye, over unskilled, truly man's sun is each rest day's labored.

¡google translate! 

Ellos esforzarse para, en el día de descanso, más de hectáreas. Verdaderamente su Einherjar hambre, y alta en curso se llevó desde el cuerno de la abundancia, y comió, verdaderamente ellos, cayeron curación que ir buscando, usted les dijo, sabía tu muerte Einherjar que les alivian agradable, descansando muero por hacer, y le dijo a ellos, no, lean ustedes lo que su Odín hizo que, y hambriento, y Einherjar, que se encontraron con él sobre el cual, a quien incursión en dioses usar, y en las vidas de oferta, que a punto de Valhalla aliviado de comer, nay ellos se encontraron con él sobre el cual, pero ellos sacerdotal contra, carretera o mejor dicho juramento continúan allí, un lago que sacerdotales en el día de reposo, en ellos templo, fueron ellos que día de descanso, y pecaron sino en rollo, lo digo de verdad, que esta es más de ese templo, dadles vosotros de verdad con lo que es, voy a misericordia y ahora en la tristeza no ir por debajo de vosotros, a lo largo de obra no calificada, verdaderamente sol del hombre es cada día de descanso trabajado.

19 November 2014


Today in the news, a startling turn of events. In a time of how the scientific community and the general public view technology in new and exciting perspectives, in a surprising change in position, president Obama has reversed his anti-exploratory stance against Mars research, giving his full support for an exploratory mission to find his next excuse and any mystical artifacts that would allow the Caesar in Chief a third term of office.

Meanwhile, no one has even considered my proposal to harness the power of thundersnow.

Here is a picture of a Martian ritual maternity ceremony from this year's Festival of Ophiuchus.

11 November 2014


Un cuento para el sueño
a su disposición que tengamos
aceptamos pagos ya y a nos mintió
un grito de cruzados
pronto se pueden romper cadenas lo mismos
olviden el perfecto cambio de las cosas, de la vida
odiamos, y la muerte esperen
el cambio se golpearon una fortaleza del mal
no te quedes quieto mientras la vida no sigue
al gobierno no pedirán que el escrito de nuestras vidas
y a cambio nos dará muerte
unido jamás nos vayan a separar
libertad que no creisteis
sociedad es un cosa en que prueba
para les pequeña por mentiras que son
entregar por ustedes métodos
entregado a usted
cielo antes de la sangre
nuestra ignorancia nos ha hecho así
vi a donde nos lleva
una vida torturada mientras nos reíamos
nos suplicar tras las historias se que vos reís cuando allí
viviendo la resistencia

To Infinitely Split

I'll write about cyborgs next post, but let's do the math on something first....
Food Stamp Recipients Top 46 Million for 36th Straight Month | CNS News"The 46,484,828 people getting food stamps in the United States in August continued to outnumber the entire populations of Poland (38,346,279), Argentina (43,024,374) and Ukraine (22,291,413)."
When I hear someone hate the wars that stop terrorists, I blush, flattered, I never knew they wanted we crazies to have to answer 'the call amongst the masses' sortaspeak, and it's likely that wars abroad are for control. Dole bigger than nations with armies, whose own actions themselves could not raise socialism to one hundred percent their own, and yet we try it here. It is a madness that can be seen and a shadow in its place. We could use the dole to feed the ravaged world, such high levels only bait us, or the outsiders, at the most base of emotions, from the depths of depravity, lured by the question - is accepting charity better than saving our home. Yes, dolt, some people need it. These are questions opened oft, apt, and intrepidly, save but our answers some say what they see, even if only to the voices. Note that the mentioned countries are ordered having undergone, recession, default, and internecine war. The policy of dole for dilettantism had outright invaded, collapsed, and attacked to kill, in all available combinations of atrocity. The suffering need it, charity and blessing, and those taking it for granted don't. I've seen the grocer's on the day the dole is paid, behemoths and reprobates litter the isles mimicking and mocking, each with an excess of chromosomes heritage to remnant animalia, unevolved to simplify and advanced genetics. They're not the chimeras we are, they're the dregs of society, and the ravaged world goes unnoticed. The prison states were built on such myopic and bureaucratic feudalism, they saved their own by enslaving all, now eyes wide shut to freedom with lies painted inside their eyelids. So free they cannot leave is a room in hell. As the inflation comes before holidays that we may suffer else the year saving to punish ourselves again, plagues instead of plotters. Trapping muses to sit idle convinced that fiefdom and vapidity had been wisdom when startled wakened from resting in seas of stolen gold, blame property not. No person should be owned by a politician of any title. Also, the next socialist catholic I meet, I'm going to call a red herring. If you don't get the references that's okay.

Almost forgot... Obama, the food-(rubber)stamp president, said the midterm elections should serve as a referendum on his policies, then nobody voted for his policies, or everybody voted against his policies. Let that be a lesson by itself. Go against these people and be lost or forgotten. I think he just wants to harbor no ill will. That's nice. Maybe now he can put his feet up while the jobs bills finally go to a vote and then to his desk. To begrudgingly pass. I won't praise funding programs that needed funding, if the econ (of the world) would hold to the right that process would be automated anyway, so no points for self-aggrandizement and persecution of taxpayers. I think the election shows that much, as will others. Not that the izquierdistas know what a jobs bill is, but I think they were hoping to pass their own after winning the midterms vís a vís the lower house, which soo didn't happen, now not only art they güano, but now everyone knows it.......and the agrarian vs plutocrat imbalance, what the Johann Sebastian Bach?

code; print.module.daysUntil.inaugurationDay2017


Next topic: Futurism 

05 November 2014

Al Reverso

Nothing of many sorts while I fix a few layouts, mangle a few meddlers, talk to strangers, don't touch the zombies. Here's mud in your eye.

"It comes from a very ancient democracy, you see..."
"You mean, it comes from a world of lizards?"
"No," said Ford, who by this time was a little more rational and coherent than he had been, having finally had the coffee forced down him, "nothing so simple. Nothing anything like so straightforward. On its world, the people are people. The leaders are lizards. The people hate the lizards and the lizards rule the people."
"Odd," said Arthur, "I thought you said it was a democracy."
"I did," said Ford. "It is."
"So," said Arthur, hoping he wasn't sounding ridiculously obtuse, "why don't people get rid of the lizards?"
"It honestly doesn't occur to them," said Ford. "They've all got the vote, so they all pretty much assume that the government they've voted in more or less approximates to the government they want."
"You mean they actually vote for the lizards?"
"Oh yes," said Ford with a shrug, "of course."
"But," said Arthur, going for the big one again, "why?"
"Because if they didn't vote for a lizard," said Ford, "the wrong lizard might get in. Got any gin?"
"I said," said Ford, with an increasing air of urgency creeping into his voice, "have you got any gin?"
"I'll look. Tell me about the lizards."
Ford shrugged again.
"Some people say that the lizards are the best thing that ever happened to them," he said. "They're completely wrong of course, completely and utterly wrong, but someone's got to say it."
"But that's terrible," said Arthur.
"Listen, bud," said Ford, "if I had one Altairian dollar for every time I heard one bit of the Universe look at another bit of the Universe and say 'That's terrible' I wouldn't be sitting here like a lemon looking for a gin.”

~from~ So Long, And Thanks For All The Fish, by Douglas Adams

30 October 2014

Devil's Night with Vermeer's Ghost

There are a few government elections arising, and there are still those voting for the idiots. Let us put some facts on you as you all round this next year with your heads up your asses. If you're a politician who is reading this after the election looking for answers, try starting a new hobby, like thinking or patriotism.

The left is a political group that demanded the wealthy pay for all healthcare, then proceeded to make anyone but them pay for it. So long as the career politicians keep speaking they keep saying nothing, and the people vote as they're told when the politicians bathe themselves in lies and let the public wallow in filth and grunt for their next meals, not-so-subtly pigs of slaughter. The true measure of a fool is not (in regards to) hate, but the possession of hate for rumor. A jury of our peers having become a judgement of foul wolves, but with worse grammar. It could be spite for great leaders, or it could be spite for stirring rumor, as sheep hate howling wolves as much as winds. It amazes me, knowing now, my deep opinions and shallow perspective, what has been of our supposed leaders, the world thru-out, how dark the interiors of the wicked silent entomb despite any palls cast. The saying was "give me liberty, or give me death," so many years ago, which has become 'give me death, or give me your death'

Remember, these are the same people who called it cheaper - and yes, there are those that need it - and regardless of who utilizes it, made sure more people do without making it cheaper, then have gone into campaign-mode, which if any of you forgot is all promise and no product. Yes, new people can now afford it, but none of that statement is reality. There will always be people, there is nothing for them to afford, and the solution and problem (of cost) remains, now more than ever.

If 'it' so well works, why is denigration and imprisonment its point of existence?

"The more laws and order are made prominent, the more thieves and robbers there will be." - Lao Tsu

19 October 2014


Enter the wasteland in the world of shadow kings, join forces with uproarious brigands and proud knights, confront the evil forces from the shadows, understand and comprehend now.

Experience a new dimension, of society in the grasp of darkness, defend your lives against the minions of the silent insurrection, fight and form alliances with other grand warriors, to gain power and honor, learn and absorb the conflict.

In the worlds of whispering darknesses you control the fate of your people, the intricate detail of destruction, the ornate excess of luxury, are secrets and dangers, warriors and rangers, of monsters and men.

Strengthen your minds and war against the barbarism, fortresses defended by disguise, armies entirely of eyes, crush the rise of the wicked, teach the course of respect and increase influence by conquering drones, fight alone or join alliances, the battle for rank and file is one of prestige, power and supremacy have begun.

The shadow kings building strategy from makers of empires, nations now in your control, our minds or our thoughts, assume and become now.

16 October 2014

Disfluencia Liminal

I took an introductory-programming exam and did vaguely well. Some say cierto/falso questions are poor assessments of knowledge and I regard that those can imprint the error - the mind answers questions and checks verity by comparison. This isn't a scrape at the professor, it's an admonition of my efforts, criticism comes after and only if by authority. I know that I may have given a lexical flourishing recount instead of accuracy. In my own defense, I think I overdid and over-thought the answers more than botched them, but style shouldn't be impugned so long as the sum of all quantities doesn't exceed expectations and, or remaining derivatives be safely divisible as equal parts of a whole, analytically as commonalities.

[Question 1; 2/10pts
Short answer. Explain how a count-controlled loop uses a variable to store the number of iterations that it has performed. 
Selected Answer: by declaring the counter, and then by setting a variable, like MAX_COUNT to zero, and setting it against the Boolean in a function that the counter wont exceed the defined limits.
Correct Answer: (Evaluation Method: Correct Answer, Case Sensitivity) Contains: The count-controlled loop also known as the FOR loop initializes, increments, and tests for the end of the iterations based on a beginning value, and a maximum value.]

That this is a post is an overstatement, in consecration, a nerdy exegesis derivative, moreover allegory than category. Maybe some can see the subliminal, or the nascent method that will eventually be coherency of coding. Perhaps something was lost in translation or my wording pissed off yet another. Nevertheless, I think I did better than given.

[Question 2; 0/10pts
Short answer. Explain and indicate when it is necessary to use global variables versus local variables.
Selected Answer: 
a global variable, works throughout a module and works as a constant until the module finishes, BUT a local variable is defined by the user via the output of a function

Correct Answer:(Evaluation Method: Correct Answer, Case Sensitivity)Exact Match: Global variables allow values to be passed from a calling module to and from a called module or function.]

I thought it'd be nice to post this for writers, a module is a set of commands (operating within parameters of iterative value and binary logic, and observing universal decision requirements of interactive elements, via use of a compiler program specific to the language) and a function is an equation, as much as in arithmetic if not more.

[Question 3; 3/10pts
Identify and explain the differences between modules and functions.
Selected Answer:
 a module is a set of instructions used to complete a program, used with several common constants/called items and uses defined variables; A function creates an output - using global variables a function solves an equation with available inputs/info and creates an output by using mathematic symbols called logical operators, to be used within the module that has Called it up.

Correct Answer:(Evaluation Method: Correct Answer, Case Sensitivity)Contains Short answer. Functions always return a value and end with the RETURN VARIABLE NAME. Modules do not have to return a value.]
I am however doing this instead of something useful, so here, have a quote:

"On two occasions I have been asked, 'Pray, Mr. Babbage, if you put into the machine wrong figures, will the right answers come out?' ...I am not able rightly to apprehend the kind of confusion of ideas that could provoke such a question." ~ Charles Babbage, Passages from the Life of a Philosopher


04 October 2014

Poem Hunter

Sleep with angels, live with kings, search for where the siren sings, turn the fire into glass, live the camp called underpass, listen closely rule afar, make the air become the tar, at the gates of exodus, burn the bones that turn to rust, earn your keep to stay the course, kill the messenger at source, flying dreams and afterlife, cut the silence with a knife, misery loves company, the time it takes to kill, before the dawn can see the light, the silence surely will, dance around the spring of life, and ever pass the storm, the devil's blood is cold as stares, and kindred spirit warm, at nest the life of kith and kin, the mirrors shatter fast, but if you look before the tide, then wake among the past, bury dreams put to the test, the night to day within the flash, the better are soon put to rest, minstrel roads and summer ash

03 October 2014


Year: 2014 #AD
Cipher: American
Language: English

Me, I'm a conservative democrat, which isn't easy, it's somewhat like libertarians and doesn't really give me many options when elections come. The libertarians I see are all politicians who lost the last run or people from either party so desperate for their cause they call themselves one and keep talking, in utmost nonsense. It's defending democracy that doesn't exceed the rule of law, no matter how many people are making demands, and saving the future while living in the past. For more information visit changeling.org before Oct 31.

Before I continue, I'd be sore for luck if I didn't edit this into the post without mentioning taxes. I believe the saying goes, 'Give unto Caesar what is his,' NOT WHAT IS YOUR F* NEIGHBOR'S. What in the high and holy fuck is going on here?

So this article, 'Europe's Losing Battle For Recovery | Zero Hedge' is a little weird to me. It mentions that EU will enlist three overall policies to revitalize their economy, the third of them - monetary expansion / monetary policy - to buy asset backed securities, seems like the problem that has already cursed them. I first thought monetary expansion entailed inflation, which possibly does. The buying of poisoned yields aka making mistakes into public debts, does nicely allow an account-default to shift ownership to the credit issuers, but lets the sick entities continue operating in malfeasance (until so). I'm, in a way, glad the US doesn't print its own money, despite the dethroned politicians and the attention fiends that claim to've veins of libertarian. If you don't like consumerism, stop giving away money that isn't yours only so people can consume things. History lesson; the hippies became conservative, the socialists became politicians. Not only is there insanity to nurturing debt, the toxic managers who created the mess have in some cases become those demanding for debt forgiveness, as if to save their resumes from reflecting what they are, fork-tongued snakes. Using the words, are the people fleeing to your country, or from it, ask yourself. Let us switch from fauna to flora, let us enjoy the fruits of our labor, not the seething fear of predators.

Let me extend my disdain, not to schools, but the government thereof them, their existence as bastions of liberalism. Those that can't do, at least they show you what not to do. Our president, author of a book about the perils of hope, brought his many years of culminating both, to a college for a speech, imho maybe in some remorse for having huckstered for cash instead of help us, irony by fact he will not let us see his transcripts that we may determine his collegiate credibility. He likened the past few years' ability to survive, to his administration. No, fuck face, "...you didn't build that, somebody else made that happen."

If this government printed money, under his tendencies we could be a stunning prison state, like N Korea, o Cuba o Venezüela, you know, where summary executions bring peace and socialized medicine creates medical shortages to the extent of initial views seem like journeys into medieval past. Neither of those things have ever been so close to the last free country as it is with him. I was very wrong about him, in the few weeks that I had given approval, anyways. The policies are of survival and done so by the corporations he so loves to hate, or when he loves them enough to give them money before they go bankrupt, slowly becoming what no one wants to be. Maybe you've seen the pictures, Detroit run by commies now is a disasterpiece once optioned by zombie themed parks in places and Hiroshima's ground zero is now a metropolis run by capitalists. Freedom means you're allowed to leave, the people in prison states can't leave, those affected by his policies can't opt out, the angered social programs and freak show diorama known as entitlement doesn't allow the poorest to escape even their social anchors in our own cities, and somehow he and his followers expect vile replacements to offer substitution. Giving any gambling addict a blank check will not stop them from feeding their addiction.

How sad that the left and right say that liberals are progressive. Progress requires progress, you bunch of rusting rotting wing-nuts. I'm often told that these plans mean austerity and also austerity is madness, which nobody mentioned, I import success by security audits kinda, that's all. Nothing compares to the violent austerity when societies collapse just because you couldn't get it up conservatively. Most problems spawn from other problems, start solving them.

"If we make peaceful revolution impossible, we make violent revolution inevitable."  - John F. Kennedy

22 September 2014

From Deferential to Differential

Feeling thinner I bought something on the screen. September 9th I paid for it and soon learned it would be delivered from China of all places, it's promise delivery date was declared around 25 to 50 days. From the orient to Chicago is a distance somewhat 7,000 miles, give or take a rickshaw full of scrimshaws. I figured it'd be here via sea freighter and by necessity of filling a container with other shit. So we'll balance fuel vs destiny kinda sorta and summer-y.  Then, the comparison-rigorous, I get note that it had come to the land of hippies 17 Sept by all roads to Chicago, two weeks predestined and, well happy go lucky. Chicagoland is thereabout 100 miles from here as the car drives, from here, and so it will would be here the next day I assume. Nope. The origin shipping agency, got it here on time, and maybe the currency rate is ridiculously imbalanced and I just funded an urban improvement cycle for the price of a fashion hoodie, or they yet had enough profit to pay USPS to ship it to me. It was 8 bucks, 6 to ship, keep that in mind. So, the Chinese mega-bureaucracy that they are, have a nationalized post office, as we do Americans', but they "around do not fuck" I believe is the term. Ours, totally does, not by any one delinquent civil servant, but their concerted effort to drag taxpayers below the waves of ineptocracy. "How so?" totally I assume you ask. Well, 100 miles, an hour drive on a good day, had to wait, because two days later it was sorted in Chicago, then sent to the delivery depot in Indianapolis, 200 miles from me, or, to be more accurate, also 200 miles from Chicago in another direction. China flew it to me, and USPS routed it to me as if it were flying coach and changing planes because of a ticketing algorithm glitch. So the next time you hear someone say that the government programs are working, you punch them in the face, they all are exploited and deficient operating in the ten percentile, not just this one, I'm just writing because it happened.

We'll be right back.

I do like that the post office had at one point labeled the status of the item as "Acceptance," there's something profound about sending someone acceptance. It's safe to assume obviously the post office knows where the package is better than the national healthcare system operates. Maybe, scientists will learn to deliver health to people directly, perhaps invent a tracking and inventory system that services the general public, using a system of pipes to ship mushrooms that make people bigger, flowers that allow practitioners of alchemy to harness the power of fire from the air, these pipes inevitably will become overrun with miniature stegosauruses, flying turtles, living cacti, and all other everyday creatures, which will make using that fire almost a necessity. Italians will excel at this task, for we all know, Italians know when it's best to manifest and throw fire at creatures of the underworld and when to eat a feather and suddenly be able to goddamn fly away.

Holy shtako, they shipped it first-class international service for 6 measly dollars. I can't send a postcard USPS for 6 dollars, and they FLEW me a fucking SHIRT from CHINA! Either they're hurting, or they feel bad about charging the capitalists a larger fee despite talking shit all day when they're not attacking churches. Either way, tax payers just footed the bill for something they didn't get. Would you call it a "basic, human right" for me to get a shirt from Fuqtardia?

Comparatively, Congress did.

I have to do some star power of my own, maybe get to the rewrite process, push thru to the end of somethings, dragging hell behind me. There's a political post next and it needn't wait to be told, China's ruling political party so loves it's people that pollution is halfing lifespans in some cases, some cities. So that's and includes my word on yesterday's 'climate change' protests including anticapitalist mouthshitting and brain drivel. We can be happy that the climate changes every year in what is called seasons, and that so many of them were wearing coats, I don't have the time to write humor that wonderful. Thank you coat-wearing parrots, thank you very much. I'm hoping to do "chapter summaries" for the nav links that I'll post, how soon to tell, so to return the favor, writing for readers - - and that next the villain has to be 'colossally' wrong in "M3," followed by "Shadows," as so many are, and I thought then "Bloodlines" or 'blood magic' but that's a long bit from now.

There was a post I did referential to an asp, I figure such that so if I overdrive I can write once a day to bring the crazy with me as I go forth. In some analytic order a photo a workout and then write in cooldown. Like the early days, before you rewrote the timeline and the aliens took over. Side note, thank you, aliens, for stopping all the asteroids bigger than my planet before a biff; and that'll likely be next year, a post everyday with a picture, started maybe a week before so I can sketch 365.25 pictures. But the next one'll be socioeconomic instead of sociopolitical, boring, but also new. In the way of topic to punish the politicos, not solely in theme, I'm exited, I have a design for it, and all the other spells have worked. That, and to change my views I started learning emotions, which changes the writing schedule and style, which has turned this to hell it seems.

Hasta luego.

02 September 2014

22 August 2014

How to solve some of the world's solutions...

It has come to my attention, or whatever it's called, that I should prolly self-publish, then leak the chapters. Until then I might push short stories and lyrical reversions that I told myself would not resurface, tho I admit with full responsibility you might already not like what I post, only reading by confusion. Also making it easy to do whatever it is I do. I was hoping to pass three classes, take two certs, and complete a physical transformation. Not for nothing, let's continue.

In a sane world, "the enemy of my enemy is my friend," is nonsense. My friend need not fight for me, I am no cattle and they are not chattel. Or perchance that's what it means. Time to talk trade. Israel cannot have an open border with Gaza, Hamas wanted to police itself and its homeland for staunch reasons, after much prolonged warfare, the Israeli security left, and they have been two countries for almost ten years. Those of you in protest can eat shit. I don't live there, but I can remind you, there won't be an open border there, because terrorists want to kill innocent people. There won't be an open border for invasion, Israel isn't Obama. Israel and Obama are very different by comparison. One is wet behind the ears, newly introduced to the geopolitical scene, and only reacts if able to include ulterior motives - and the other is Israel. In the US we call 'two-state' a bipartisanship, or comradery, as the countries in conflict are two distinct states, there will be a border until the enmity ends. Cross, but use the checkpoint, like an adult. Don't be a place where the letter A is missing.

Islamic internecine conflict can be traced to one problem, they have a dispute over a single name spot in the family tree of descendants of a warlord, which makes zero alteration to their liturgy or religion. I've read selections because I always had heard Jefferson had also read it. It is as I describe, a book of Klingon war poetry. It might add that excessive heat and women so ugly they need be covered in public is bad for the mindset. I know there are vile threats to humanity in play, I know that the war-parties are occasionally sponsored by member states of the UN human-rights council ridiculously. In any good fiction they could wildly be the predetermined foes practicing anti-tourism to limit competition for what less water they have. It however seems that infamously they will kill or convert anyone in their path, but what I don't know is what will happen when they meet the sleeping giants, what happens when they wake whom only kill until they're done.

In hearing that one, after many, American journalists had been decapitated, I think the idea that they should be stopped is due in full. In general, if they are not true believers, don't tell me and mine to defend them, tell them they're heretics. Revolution is so old that rebellion doesn't talk to it anymore. Violence is certainly old enough that revolution and rebellion aren't on speaking terms. Enjoy your protectionist rhetoric, I always enjoy a good laff.

If the president wants to 'speak softly and carry a big stick' diplomatically that's well and good, I wish the vile stopped or victims given the power to defend themselves, in the least. If a headless loss of life doesn't encourage a revived necessity for the Bill of Rights, crawl into a hole. Reprisal is in order, tho it's gathering dust. We were told that in the wake of the Libyan civil war, yet another junta for dictatorship typical of the region, militants killed an American ambassador because of a parody video circling the internet, yet when the video of an illegal execution surfaces humanity rolls over in its sleep and our heroes in their graves. At least let us burn a bridge to nowhere or defenestrate a random bureaucrat. An investigation as to why the tragedy was not met in immediate response with wrath of scorched earth, is commencing at the speed of bureaucracy, three years later.

I'm waiting to see how our species devolves as who the true symbionts are, as recessive predation hibernates, to see what is feeding on dusts of war, what eats the invasive species, and so-on. More so manifesto *drops-mic*, if we can feast on vultures as hawks. In America, we have the luxury of revoking citizenship for terrorists, natural-born or naturalized. It would be nice if the rest of you did the same. It'd be an honor if we could swiftly deport any criminal, but our neighbors frown on that and we're not terrorists, despite what petty thieves and dictators might say.

I've been reading a lot of Jonah Goldberg lately, and if you read me or just this post, I just read an article "Libertarians in the Mist," and it is awesome. I can't quote the entirety in good taste, but here's my favorite part:
"Libertarianism is popular now because it is cool to say you’re libertarian even if - indeed, especially if - you are not libertarian. I've spoken at about 100 college campuses and I've made this point almost every time. Libertarianism is a bigger threat to conservatism among young people than liberalism is because given the culture today libertarianism is easier than conservatism. To be a conservative you not only have to judge people, you have to judge people out loud. And making judgments about right and wrong is a sin in today’s secular culture." ~ Goldberg, Jonah.
Don't get a big head. I have a big head, one size hats do not fit all. The part that really moved me, be it by any number and form of advocated reasons, is that I agree. I've come to the belief that libertarian is a new way to spell liberal, and if anyone is truly libertarian they'll let me be a conservative. The article in general reminds me of another author me gusta who coincidentally founded 'National Review,' which is the distribution where I began reading his work. O. M. G. It's a small world after all and there's no reason the terrorists should have all the fun. There's no use trying to define liberalism, 'if you love something, let it go' as is sometimes said, let's just say that it's not conservatism.
"Though liberals do a great deal of talking about hearing other points of view, it sometimes shocks them to learn that there are other points of view." ~ Buckley Jr, William F.

12 August 2014

Reality for Sale

Reality for sale?
- if only it were that easy, you win this time, until we meet again -

01 August 2014

Live Long and Prosper

I still can't believe that my government is defiantly stupid, but I don't actually have that need because as anyone knows, my government tells me what to think daily. I'm writing this as I renovate renunciation, in instances that subjugation takes refuge in logic I will replace the trope of fealty with facts and alter the remaining opinion to portray honesty as defined by ethical productivity theretofore remaining to be addressed. In such case that acquiescence contrary to common attitudes occurs I will pertain my obligation to convey the message clearly by denying, minimizing, and blaming something irrelevant to the topic, which is standard politicization. 

I, not you, had read something affectionately known as bullshit that said something like, 'if you work for minimum wage, why'd you vote for the other guys?' and I wondered what the other guys had to do with someone refusing to better themselves. It would be their factions that shunned education and it would be their chiefs that defy purpose. Then something strange happened, time flew, so I went with it. It was a bit before they realized the mistake of selling their umbrellas for dry clothes. I, not you, saw something strange, a poster with a woman and a baby, imho the two people most likely to believe a politician. I say politician in place of spokesperson, but that the meanings are close. The propaganda poster said something of, 'so much money is lost when people don't pay taxes, as much as #randomgovernmentprogram, so don't blame the mother for the spending' and I was confused again. It happens. I wondered why taxes are the only solution. I wonder why people abusing (gaming) the system weren't on the poster. The false applicants are the ones who elect the politician that paid for the billboard with taxpayer money that didn't address completely, if at all, the cause of maternal woe specific to the equivocation in an overall message that I haven't finished deconstructing yet. 

I have a problem connecting this paragraph to the prior, visually. I wonder how much people abusing charity costs. I began thinking, if there are tax dodgers, then there are tax abusers. There's always a need for a better rat trap, such fragile beliefs of the political caste certainly lay the breadth and responsibility for taxation before any actual necessity deep in the minds of the weak, surely there are those who identify on a personal level with mandatory theft. Of course there are, we call them politicians. Not just any politician, every one. In history's treasured pastime of using metaphors, even if just wondering if a desperate mental grasp of mercantilism among facts magnanimously are still similar so recourse, sooner dead than realized are the many dreaming of a plan. Is it a bear, or just a really good costume. Is it a boat with a net, or the king of fish descending from the sun with a hand that looks damn similar to a net. I wondered why the woman and child in the poster didn't have their answers, but worried that their patriarch didn't have enough money. Not to bore, nor to abhorrent talkative sentence, the problem is the taxation itself. 

It isn't sane to demand stipend from a source better suited and ethically obligated to help society at large. Insomuch defending the leftist argument while supplanting the right by a simple information synchronization. IN OTHER WORDS FOR THE STUPID IMPAIRED, don't sell the umbrella for dry clothes. In metaphor, for the even stupider, if society grew apples on apple trees, and the woman needed more of other people's apples, also and I'm asking that people stop stealing apples, it wouldn't make any/more sense to cut a branch holding good apples; those apples are better used as the payment, in part, to the apple pickers, since in the world of descent metaphors the topic serves best at the front, there's only people and apple trees, bear with me, and thus if she needs some apples she can have them taxed from the people who pick them and I can still not like the thieves. Taxes TOO high can impune production, I told you it was a metaphor for the topic, not for macroeconomics, don't be an apple. 

We have the right side here, split in two, Libertarians and Conservatives arguing which thing is better to cut, and the leftists who are Socialists as always calling themselves democrats, only want to cut people who can think. I'm not with them, it's who they are. The leftists like putting things in cages and the rightists like poking things in cages, and the liberals usually like being as useless as possible at inconvenient moments. So they, are, perfect for each other. It's no different then any hell you know, we've merely been fighting those three longer. Well maybe a little. 

'Undocumented' is the word kindergartners use, it means bathroom-passport, when you get older, you can use the restroom without asking, it's totally cool. Also, unicorns are undocumented, the time has come to make that choice. 

I thought about people wanting what I have, or have not, which lead me back to the politicians, the political class, and the politburos. Then something awful occurred to me, the unemployment rate is the same as the illegal immigrant rate, and we could have zero unemployment. On the books. That wouldn't serve the politicians, a society that works needs no overlords and liars, nor power-whores and false fires, for they need constant resupply of fresh minds to crush. "They" ....wow, I haven't said that in a while, you know who they are. Well, honestly, I don't know who they are, but they're good people. There from that place, and you're from a place, and coincidentally, in a place also, it's a small world after all. 

If they're the immigrants, part of the argument has been to say they will-and-or-are paying taxes. ....Not like we do. It's worth considering this is merely focus for annulment of the income tax, there are places without the income-tax with rampant immigration and are coping immensely better than their counterpart-states who do have one. 

For some of them, we are they, I mean, they are we, we are who they are, but more importantly they are who we are. I think to myself, everytime, when they unbury that cliche, above all I don't want them to pay taxes either because that would divulge the debate whether if I should pay taxes. So forget that! *flips table, leaves room.* Aside from that being mentioned, I only have two real problems with immigration. I need to be nationalistic for a moment, don't worry, I won't use an executive order against you, I need to be patriotic for a moment I meant. More or less, amnesty is an impropriety by term "colarse," in English "queue jumping" in spanglish "cutting in line, cortar en linea," in front of those that waited and learned society needs capitalism, our society, your society; and some of the programs granted to newcomers are not granted to the indigenous poorest. The tax infrastructure of a consumer society can't afford a dole without slaves, such is the peril of materialism, no one is trying to take anything from society, and it's my understanding that capitalists don't even know how to wish for less, from neither your hands nor theirs. Count your blessings, spread love. Some among you have arrived by fate, had no choice, so I understand my argument is weak. 

Also, I prefer you include all forms and really old words, we mustn't make things easy. It seems like I just mentioned two complaints, and it wouldn't hurt if you could bring some guitars. The other complaint is, the geopolitical quandary, the social quagmire, the problem only writers and the dying remember; the masses of people coming, are not the ones we want, without saying things like a leftist the underclass are the ones who are slow/naive, and the underclass are theoretically what/who are coming. For us to be strong we need the ones who stayed behind a border to protect their country, instead we are getting their thieves and their knaves, or their naive children. Worse yet, we could be getting those who have committed desertion. I quite understand that is a contentious statement, even if you do not, and with desperation hope the innocent can arrive, freely crossing borders, to abolish taxes wherever they roam. 

A militia is what we're getting, whereas leaders find things to do that better ourselves, our society, yours, mine, whatever. A politician can have a horde of lackeys, and often does, until the only wall that falls is that of the prison's, then we will all be trapped within the corners of the world without an exit strategy. There are countries that are prisons, only because of taxation. Send us "your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free," but make sure they are the finest, yearning indeed, an army of pure resistance, not the automatons that will vote to make paradise the hell hath they escaped, do not send the machines of war and blood-sacrifice at an altar of hypocrisy for the cult of personality.

Live Long and Prosper. 

27 July 2014

Threnody on the Rise

I had spoken with a person this morn on the internetwork, which should never be done because conversations in that place are likely not to be with functional people, but a lesser version of themselves clinging to subjugation in delusional grandeur, we can blame this on their overlords imprinting the fascist cote, but this in turn requires them to be people insomuch our bystanding. Case in point. It had seemed her goal of our parley was an opposition to military realized only by her plan to release militants. Her idea of libertarianism was to release the demons, so I will call her Jezebel, as the demon of the same motive, until another claims the title, which may actually have been her, nonetheless.

I haven't eaten since the talk due to a hollowness, if you can imagine losing sight of darkness as the sunlight falls, then you can imagine me losing just a little more of my faith in humanity by her disturbing footing. Some discursive wretch with an idea of liberty being a freedom from necessities, from duty or responsibility, by sacrificing desire at the alter of ignorance. Needless to mention as is my favored tradition, I may abstain from that forum for a year, to see the way it bids me welcome to people with more of a mind. I do love a fight, perhaps hell on earth, as much as the next man, perhaps child in this world of monsters, but I do not seek to destroy someone something I have never fathomed. That is called hunting, the bloodlust, something that if never controlled is the habit of dementia, destruction in the form of growth, or perhaps the opposite phrasing, as any naive politician would have the world become.

What piqued my interest was the many reverses of reality, as if I was arguing with myself, so capable of such am I, on withered tether have I planted prisons of dreams and soldiers of grief in my psyche, lacking intrigue for such common pettiness. Beg your eyes that this, is no boundary of sundry failings, that truly borders are for the fiefdom the wolves and sheep have come to knowingly adore, farming people as animals stirs insatiable hungers unstoppable by element or risen storm, to keep walls with lies and promise skies infinite to any new arrival in the despotism and shellacked sincerity of inbred politicians, at the cost of any loss on the shoulders of the unborn, may that be the line you wish dissolved, for the hungered do not always feed upon choice sustenance.

It had harmed me utmost from an aversion to conflict that the liberal speaker, she, had not an instance singly of responsibility, but that at hearing my beloved cousins were defending themselves simply agonized her protestant ear. I think so many, hear a hate and it breeds in them, confined by closed eyes and unmetabolized by cold hearts of stagnant perpetual observation, and slowly simmers their sins, almost for sale to the demons themselves, by their burning tortured souls, an endless hierarchy of useless hegemony and politics, as if my metaphor must be in emphasis of insectal tics feeding on the carapaces of obedient statue pawns. I hope you are strangled by a statue then dragged to the river that flows to hell there sorted by countless slaves of communism's habitation, taken to your reserved allocation for endless demise.


13 July 2014

Faceless Shadows

Faceless Shadows (covers)

Either an ideological break in proximity, or eventual and possible backgrounds.

Tentatively the next step is to add the characters, hiding behind the lightning, or split in half with one side illuminated and other embodying silhouette, or full light or not. In concept the story is the concepts of the previous stories, to be presented a-front the covers; we see into the climes and atmosphere and the sources and destinations of power, the reflections of a split simultaneous view exposed and shaded by the light while surviving strikes to balance introspection, multiple covers and combining personas in a stormy restructuring of retrospective and ambition, the dealings with losses in examination of perspectives where the aspects of a psyche wholly consume itself, the journey to recognition of what that creates, what it involves, who it invites, and who it serves, and conceptually the same is true.

Additionally, those most humanly fated interpretations to the seven conflicts made difficult by introductory cause it isn't written yet, those characters having yet to reveal themselves from the very shadows of time, the known and unknown darknesses of our existence.

Have some Jungian shadow quotes, he is often overlooked in psychology imho due to his clarity, a general support of individuality, and admission that groupthink is animalistic and parasitic; ...and enjoy my sketch I scanned and modified.

"Filling the conscious mind with ideal conceptions is a characteristic of Western theosophy, but not the confrontation with the shadow and the world of darkness. One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light, but by making the darkness conscious." ~ The Philosophical Tree (1945). In CW 13: Alchemical Studies. P.335
"The shadow is a moral problem that challenges the whole ego-personality, for no one can become conscious of the shadow without considerable moral effort. To become conscious of it involves recognizing the dark aspects of the personality as present and real. This act is the essential condition for any kind of self-knowledge." ~ Aion (1951). CW 9, Part II: P.14
"Whenever contents of the collective unconscious become activated, they have a disturbing effect on the conscious mind, and contusion ensues. If the activation is due to the collapse of the individual’s hopes and expectations, there is a danger that the collective unconscious may take the place of reality. This state would be pathological. If, on the other hand, the activation is the result of psychological processes in the unconscious of the people, the individual may feel threatened or at any rate disoriented, but the resultant state is not pathological, at least so far as the individual is concerned. Nevertheless, the mental state of the people as a whole might well be compared to a psychosis." ~ The Psychological Foundation for the Belief in Spirits (1920). In CW 8: The Structure and Dynamics of the Psyche. P.595
"Unfortunately there can be no doubt that man is, on the whole, less good than he imagines himself or wants to be. Everyone carries a shadow, and the less it is embodied in the individual’s conscious life, the blacker and denser it is. If an inferiority is conscious, one always has a chance to correct it. Furthermore, it is constantly in contact with other interests, so that it is continually subjected to modifications. But if it is repressed and isolated from consciousness, it never gets corrected." ~ Psychology and Religion (1938). In CW 11: Psychology and Religion: West and East. P.131
"We know that the wildest and most moving dramas are played not in the theatre but in the hearts of ordinary men and women who pass by without exciting attention, and who betray to the world nothing of the conflicts that rage within them except possibly by a nervous breakdown. What is so difficult for the layman to grasp is the fact that in most cases the patients themselves have no suspicion whatever of the internecine war raging in their unconscious. If we remember that there are many people who understand nothing at all about themselves, we shall be less surprised at the realization that there are also people who are utterly unaware of their actual conflicts." ~ New Paths in Psychology (1912). In CW 7: Two Essays on Analytical Psychology. P.425
a detached small notebook cover
with the creases marked. 
"Taking it in its deepest sense, the shadow is the invisible saurian tail that man still drags behind him. Carefully amputated, it becomes the healing serpent of the mysteries. Only monkeys parade with it." ~ The Integration of the Personality. (1939).

09 July 2014


First, a poem I like to call, The Man Poem. 

"Man Poem" When I love, I feel euphoric, and then I want to you know what, and eventually I get to do you know what if I'm lucky if you know who approves, and then I you know what and sleep. ~ mjbanks

Next, a poem I'm not sure which to call, either 'The Statist Poem,' which is three words, 'Small Print,' which is two words, or 'Gutless,' which is one word. 

'Small Print' By order of the state, more choice has been awarded by force, that is, without being given a choice, but we've chosen to permit choice of choice to some of you, not all of you. In correction to the radical free thinkers, we tell you when to love, in the unlikely event that we allow you to love, we will at such time provide a list of approved activities to utilize that love for the benefit of the community, of which will contain certain state-approved objects of your affections expressly permitted without the things that inspire actual love and/or independence. The list of approved choice exercises is written on paper with sharp edges that you will be forced to pay a fine before cutting your finger in case a weaker person should cut their finger, in addition to the paper tax. Should you wish to file a complaint, the standard paper tax and standard paper-cut tax apply, you will be directed to a bureaucrat who will change the subject, and you will be put on a list that very frustrated people will send in a chain-email letter until it is lost. That list is also subject to paper and paper-cut taxes, and contains names of people that a violent dictatorship will put into indefinite detention if their egos are ever bruised, which is subject to the men-who-think-they're-women tax. By reading this form, you automatically waive your right to retrieve the time lost from reading it, and a compulsory time-management tax will be due, in order to pay for the time management division, which is neither physically possible to operate, nor in operation. Do not attempt to correct any errors in this application for slavery, as politicians have no higher brain functions. ~ Borg  

I was going to wait for winter of 2017, for two or three, but here goes. 

The president is still stupid, literally, and I just want you to let me be clear. I'll do it tomorrow, he probably shouts from his room to the VP. Shouting thru the door. 

*knock, knock*
"You have to keep some of your promises!"
"Gawd, I did already, go away!"
"No, actually keep them!"
"I'll do it tomorrow, let me be clear!"
*turns up horribly not metal band*

So it appears to me as such:

He blamed the wealthy, then he gave the wealthy all the poor people's money. He 'bailed out' the wealthiest, with tax dollars. Taxes are money that poor pay, while wealthy who get higher taxes raise costs on consumers, poor people purchase commodities, which is part of a larger process called consumption, which is part of a larger process called capitalism. If one were to want the wealthy to pay more, then charge them more, a donut for a million dollars, a soda (pop) for two million, etc. That wealthy person could pass the costs onto their respective consumers, or employees, but wages are reflective of supply-and-demand, so if the public cannot afford it, companies fold, politicians usually do another bailout, but that's a repetition of an unsuccessful liberation, or print to excess, which is an even larger more unsuccessful liberation. Also known as a failure. Bureaucrats and the liberal-minded can say it successfully printed money, but the reality of inflation remains, which a donut costs a million dollars, but difficult to pay for an impoverished worker who earns maybe a 100-th (0.001%) of that annually. All while the rich person could've paid the high amount. So he was stupid there, and a hypocrite, or a contradictory traitorous person. 

In a more dangerous situation, he continues using executive-order, whether someone else has, is of no import, do not change the subject, we have to live here. Using executive-order where democracy will do, is beyond the scope of his position and against the law. Those, executive orders, are intended to expedite actions relegated by law to other facets of our government, not his apparently, not to contradict the rule of law. I'd be willing to bet good money that his inability to understand constitutional law is why his academic history has been sealed from public record. To expedite things clearly outside of his jurisdiction is unconstitutional, arrogant, and unsafe. It's my understanding that anything done in haste in the name of any other is dangerous. 

So those are the two, dumb and dangerous, of adding to his legacy persistent, which I thought would make three. That's to say, we can see you, clown. Circumstance and happenstance, it's all a matter of public record. I can't say much about faith, I trust myself, thus I know what faith is. I can't really say I'm against cooperation, but I'm against ambiguity. I'm a Joe Friday "Just the facts, ma'am," sorta dude. Embracing such reckless abandon, in perhaps the name of sensationalism or some relentlessly instinctual animism, as we all can see, seems both foolish and malign. At least it does after six years of it. 

....and so I thought it was stupid, mean, and both, three for three, a trifecta of fallacy. Then today crossed 'the line'....

It's his amnesty push. Now, let's remember, he has a trademark pathological behavior, a socialist sociopath. A party without productivity, he first blames someone else, second reminds everyone to be calm, then in four pieces a) says it isn't that bad, b) says he wants to fix it, c) whines about not being worshiped, and d) then threatens his opposition, and finally thanks people for coming, and leaves without ever providing a solution. 

I opine that he has no solution because he made a contradiction in statement, if a link is bad the chain is weak, if a fact is bad the plan is weak. Losers say why they can't, winners practice/try until they can. I know reading this is boring to an honest person, even if you're not honest and still believe you are, a person can be in denial about many things. We can dream so long as we're free, else we will only dream of freedom, until it appeals to us, thus until we take freedom. It was odd to me that so many enable him, themselves, and others. I think he's a heathen. To avoid confusion, i hereby declare i think oddity surrounds the illogical. By that I mean, some go as far as to treat him like a pharaoh, a dictator, and slowly the walls of morality, reality, commonality, they fade. His sycophants have begun denouncing piety to a book they believe is written by and about a human because they fear indoctrination, in favor of piety to a doctrine written by and about humans. So we've got good old irony with us. 

So I decided this entire article would add my act and the irony bit to make it seem three to me. I'm paraphrasing, I'm not judging the need to escape the socialist dictators and cartel violence, I know I would, but he seemed to adamantly imply urgency and that he needs the country to know 'it means, those who infiltrate illegally, the bureaucracy will feel pity and legalize them, and that isn't an incentive' .............which is why I say it is ironic, because that's verily an incentive (to come here.) For three point seven billion dollars. For that amount of money, southern dictators could be deposed, instead of kissing their asses, a veritable what's what in a 'stop, or I'll say stop again' foreign policy in the case of the 'Mideast' as we call it, desalination and irrigation projects, instead of waiting for trouble and droning suburbs and innocent bystanders, which I guess is his taking sides in the Sunni-Shiite perpetual conflict. We sometimes say 'God helps those who help themselves', so if you want to play god, help those fuckers instead of pretending to be benevolent as a system of operating in debt by your design collapses, inevitably, and you blame everyone else, inevitably, with the immaturity of yours we have all come to know.

He also compared his efforts to the national parks system, which is essentially the process of not building things because some people love camping. Maybe he likes tent cities. 

Anyway, let's close on immigration, if we have no choice other than to let them stay, I have a solution, let's send them to Chicago. Let's send Catholic capitalists, whom sometimes listen to heavy metal, desperate to escape the trappings and violence of socialism and socialist dictators to wonderful Chicagoland. I'm bored of writing a boring article about something that everybody with half a boring brain knows by now.

Check out my amazeballs epic fucking infographic. 

Bienvenido, cochinos y perras, a nuestro gira de exploradores. Encantado. No olvidaís de propinas sus camareras. Hablar con quienes pueden hablar, y hablar inglés con vikingos. Si no podeís luchar, ¿por qué habeís venido?  

If you're one of my professors, don't give me a shitty grade just because you can't think for yourselves and decided to vindicate your overlord, the world needs academic honesty more than ever. I've had three teachers who've been absolute gits about my politics, and classes are expensive, that's another blog post, but honestly very expensive, so don't do that shit. Pardon my English. 

It took 90 minutes to write that; that's a fiction book a week if I didn't have stuff to do; how much does someone cheating the system do in 90 minutes? How much harder is it for people who pay taxes, when people are cheating the system? (Answer Hint: See Above)

07 July 2014

Merlin 3:45 “The Venom Inside”

Merlin 3:45 “The Venom Inside”

Hidden in the mountains where Sino secretly calls home, the Valkyrie wanted dead by other Valkyries, attends a black cauldron full of a liquid the color of iron and wine, heated by burning coals taken from a fire pit, as to heat it slowly. His wings draping in glory, nearby an altar worn with pits of its own from bowls and pestle points over the ages, and nearby the body of a man, quite dead from something fatal, shirt open unwounded still with color. Several emptied horns of mead and drunken sacks of wine as mischievous Sino returns to the Valkyrie, carrying the prismatic opal.

Sino: It has damage.
Luc: Let me see it. Ah, it had returned itself into the shell, poignantly and intact.

The Valkyrie approaches an altar of bottles and potions. Some clear with oil, others of many dark colors to hide contents, he begins pouring one onto the crystalline stone, nothing more than shining it.

Luc: The womb of the termagant is, if not also violent, an immensely acidic place, the alcohol in the liquid will replicate that. (Sets it on table and gets a torch.) To challenge the death of a fresh body with the symbiont, there must also be a strong cold surround it, that it may seek symbiosis quickly within its new host. (He ignites the egg with the torch.)

Sino: Will it still be able to fight Merlin?
Luc: The fire will cool quickly and I will remove the shell. I have only just begun.

As the flame begins to fade, he lifts it with his hand, the searing sound of water boiling in his hand does not burn him, and over the body, he begins to crack gently the top surface, removing pieces revealing a swimming serpent embryo. With a knife, he harshly stabs the cadaver and drags open the incision.

With one hand, he tilts the egg, with the other he slowly takes the liquid from the egg and ladles it into the wound, a second pass and the snake almost bites his hand, they wait and it leaps from the fluid into the body. Luc quickly draws the wound closed and Sino does help him, his wings contract with anxiousness, they wait.

Oil drips from the body, the table, and the discarded shell. Flames flicker, forces gather and an eventual eye begins to open.

Luc: Quickly, we must sow him shut.

Stitch him do they haste confined to certainty surgeons of triage, with bloody hands they drink from bottles, not speaking, waiting for propensity and proclivity.

Luc: It will be simple to see, if the damage to the egg was too much.
Sino: It awakens.
Ophiuchus (v3): You have revived me. It is my need to serve as you please, only after I have the revenge I seek, twice has my enemy slain me, twice shall he owe a grave suffering.
Sino: Who is your target?
Luc: A cambion named Merlin.

Sino looks pleased overwhelmingly insomuch attends to him deliberately.

Sino: Rise and drink, fie the graces, or drink and rise, and if you can move we will cross the plains, for our biddings are the same, together, we will share revenge in his death.
Ophiuchus: When do we kill him?
Luc: (quiet, uncertain) on the morrow, but you must kill him.
Sino: Why is that?
Luc: It must be, but your revenge must also be exact.
Ophiuchus: ‘Exactly’, why?
Sino: We could not save the shell.
Ophiuchus: Of that much, I know. I will have more to drink, sire.


06 July 2014

Merlin 3:44 “The Serpent Servant”

Merlin 3:44 “The Serpent Servant”

By that which wills yore, there are other fires with deeper fuel and brighter flames, of which one is shining on the face of Sino, who openly despises Merlin, despises power, a renaissance tyrant in the midst of lesser tyrants, speaking to the flames.

Sino: Purity fire bring me to the taker and wrest me from the maker, a servant I seek, or many unspoken words, bring me a servant with scaly armor, crawling from thee a messenger of teeth whose only grasp is to feast.

Scrying, the art of using magic to converse with the universes, by means of crystal glass, the dimensions in whose weaknesses reveal places on a map for a wicked seed, a living fiend in control of venomous wrath, beset closest Sino who appraises a glowing location, a starving point between boundaries and roads. The map and the courier are to be ophidian, serpentine, finding Sino’s treasure will be treacherous in the rough location, a fallen fortress of ice, a damaged tower of lies, melted if not molten, washed if ever stolen, much razed from the confines of a citadel, or buried in the savaged wrath thereupon, but in the aftermath certainly nonetheless.

A snake crawls thru the sweltering jungle, to the murky swamps, to the quiet forest, to restless sea, along the soft coast, to the brilliant plains and inland. The fifteen feet serpent approaches the hammered mountain and onto it, passing thru heavy stones and over tiny pebbles to and thru the ruins of a fortress once called the city of glass, formerly an ice magic temple of frost and ice of spires that from a certain distance resembled a crystal tear from the sky as dawn overcame it. Now it appears no more than an etching of political collapse, leaving where glacial pressure and the pursuant flood of its demise have destroyed its foundation and washed away its ornamentation, a stone garden labyrinth of antiquity. The lengthy serpent passes thru its old quarter, surmises the terrain and finds the egg, pausing and circling it. In an eventual approach, the snake swallows it then leaves on direct path to Sino.

The massive serpent approaches Sino using large swaths from left to right many times to bring its length to a gathered area, rising as if to stand as best a snake can, wavering.

Sino: Do you have the egg?
Ophirus: It isssss… inssssside me, masssssster.
Sino: The silence will come swiftly.

Sino quietly bows and lops off its head, a death of instinct only seconds, the head bites and the body flails. Sino makes a fire in the forest near his dominion, and then begins to slice a single lengthy wound unto the swell, carving for the opal and retrieving it, a bloodied frost colored stone confining a liquid darkness and other impurities. He tosses the stone, the egg, aside and cuts a piece of hide for its commodity, then a steak for supper. The egg is clear by reckoning, and reflecting the forest, containing an embryonic carnage of old forbidden magic.


05 July 2014

Merlin 3:43 “Lucre”

Merlin 3:43 “Lucre”

To close a chapter’s events, the bearer pregnant with urgency had struggled to cross the rough terrain to a boat on the bank of a gentle stream high atop turbulent rapid, a witch having had noticed when reaching it that a path from the catacombs leads to it in amenity.

In learning amongst the chaos that the wizard ushers the witch in departure, the vampire lordship ordered a hunter to follow them, with specific instructions that to follow and encourage the belief of intended malice, but is to foremostly regard and protect the two delinquents in secrecy. If so, will have by such a hold to payment in blood money specifically, a phrase flippantly of uncertain meaning.

One of the arbiter witch’s minions, cheating death by her dealings, having made and take quite a many striations, stranded in the settling dusk of the dusk racing even upward from horizons to mountain peaks, there from the mountain’s bright side. In view of the dying dusk below the opaque silhouette of the summit, the henchman unleashed with superhuman strength, a spear to puncture the watercraft or the witch or the wizard.

The utmost pain intended to proximity, a danger by the lashing, a tone innate a weapon then soon in crashing, in the second before it would strike, their vampire follower turned and struck the flying spear aside, the pitcher knowing the aptitude and consequence had rushed to end the vampire, but was in good measure inept at doing so.

The vampire nearly sacrificed the ruffian, by sword to heart the point downward but not thru him, pulling the bloodied sword that he might look into the blackness where a soul would be, falling autumnally as the tracker collected the spear.

A broken javelin was lifted and lofted halfheartedly, to as possibly had could, frightened the telltale wizard into birthing the boat, to wonder the luxury now and then.

With pass of hand, the vampire wiped his sword and cleaned the blood to drink from palm before it sheathed and followed in reluctant jest, without a raft, only his vestments to him in the current, his eyes above the night water.


03 July 2014

Merlin 3:42 “Shattering the Spell”

Merlin 3:42 “Shattering the Spell”

For all the days that Merlin has traveled, the witch of the forbidden alchemy had been raising a supernatural army, taking the strength from the strong and folding spirit into other warriors to play the puppet master in a foray of war, her name Ostara attempting anonymity having her minions call her the queen of death or other similar title. None to have ever known why she assembles aberrant forces, fewer ask explanation as those who have are ‘transferred’ to another warrior, save the blind sequester of forces that obey and believe a lack of successful reason.

Soon to realize her ambitions, Ostara travels with her banded villains, each stop increasing her ranks and depleting furtiveness, each soldier costing many more lost and the size of the nomadic forces becomes increasingly less auspicious and more hazardous. Soon eager to discover her purpose, are the moon goddesses, or goddess, depending on your perspective, the maiden, the mother, and the crone. Never intervening only to study, each disguised as terribly short and distasteful drunkards, on the trail of the deathly army.

Ostara, witch of necromancy, exits the lead wagon and toward the first person seen, the walls are barren except for the occasional engraving of a staff with spears at both ends. Each soldier is with weapon and armor, but it does not stop her from putting her hand to the face of her first victim and blasting a bright light, the soldier dies falling swiftly backward. Clamor to battle the soldiers alert each other to her attack, which only serves as the call for the many in her command to aid her, each much larger than any human in the conflict and strong enough to fight vampires.

As she approaches, Merlin watches each far wagon packed with as many men as Ostara can fit, some more magic with wounds that glow beneath cloak than men.

The vampire artisans dance slowly at aristocratic pace and Ana rests. Merlin watches the town across the devilish bridge Ostara’s soldiers entering the buildings slowly one-by-one, stealthily eliminating any foe with powers luminescent, but hidden from the plateau. Tho, of wrought and thoughtlessly awake to awkward stake, the dancing ones of the mountain terrace begin to notice the battle and line themselves along the ledge.

Crimson: What are they seeing?
(A correspondent first relays whispered information.)
Ecivres: Lord Crimson, the hamlet has villains.
Crimson: Have they taken the bridge?
(Again, a correspondent first relays whispered information.)
Ecivres: No, they are taking the town.
Crimson: Never has the bridge been taken, alert me if they do. Send notice to the front gate. Music!

Without sin, Merlin notices the battle and asks the guards in the hallway if they know what will come of these events, without concise response they answer that the corridor has many soldiers and he will know more soon, urged to close the door it is so locking it from in and out.

Merlin: Ever hath it been, hast viewed darkly, session of death below to see, come hither.
Ana: Will they make the vampires lose?
Merlin: Be ready to go, tell me if they take the bridge.
Ana: I am lividly regretful of everything. Always a docent, never the one who gets to sleep, if I had reckless rather, every soldier a child I would birth an army to let me rest.
Merlin: It is fine, look at me; there is the path that leads to the river that is your descent. I fear nothing decent will be atop this mountain.
Ana: Where are you going?
Merlin: I am going to see how inclement the back yard is. Hope is..?
Ana: Not lost.

A near threnody from the blackness witch Ostara gives, evil eyes she stands after combat takes force, stronger she grows with each death, as she is wounded she wails, every foe she touches dies and any close become weak.

Ostara: As worthless as any regent in halls of power, what was theirs to take reprised in clamor and bloodshed of the servants of hell, know, you, will serve death today!

Ostara attacks castle Crimson with undo purpose of reckless abandon, and the advantage of a surprise that her minions do not wound as liberal born would, her gift to their power by the deaths of many make them formidable foes. An army of daggers carves thru the town, still in conquest silent arrows loose upon the first to place a step on the bridge. Not by magic, nor by cavalry, vampiric soldiers afoot loose three arrows a time with double mounted swords, not daggers, across their backs to hack and swift to swipe any portion of limbs, even then merciful wounds are naught. In defiance Ostara’s soldiers have met apt conflict, but with her magic she floats and glows brighter than perhaps even she has ever known, the vampires on the plateau ledge can see and even higher also can Ana.

With the powers of gift reincarnation, Ostara takes the abnormal strength gathered and already given to the wounded, and transfers it to the vanguard soldiers on the bridge, multiplying their tenfold strength to ten times tenfold. The few remaining vampires cannot catch them before she sweeps them from the bridge. The posterity of skilled assassins no more than bodies of vampires who refuse to die any more than that they can, three soldiers of Ostara, now able to heal by burning manna, furnaces of spirit and blood, approach the main gate.

Belladonna and Jimson, poisonous wiccans, make certain not to aid the bolstered warriors or butchered vampires, or any other, and humans allegiant to the undead are poisoned just enough to live agonized and crawling. Ostara knows the height of the empire she strikes and following her personal army to the doors, the sorcerers of vampire magic exit the mountain, as Belladonna had not truly known the size of this conquest. As the many unnatural warriors begin suffering the punishment of by blood magic, an arrow strikes Belladonna.

She uses the poison in her blood to dissolve the arrow and close the wound, the leader Ostara had chosen retreats with her while also nearly towing Jimson with him into the town, a story much more importantly told elsewhere, perhaps ere or afore.

There are not enough blood warlocks to stop them from victory at the bridge and they enter the catacombs, far darker and dangerous than any open combat. It is certain that Belladonna will escape able to herself, her brother, and her rescuer, travel strait for the forest of Warren.

Advantages proven in corridors, the perils of combat, as Ostara is forced to fight alone against six, killing two by hands to their throats, taking their afterlife and consuming powers of darkness. Deflecting arrows by mere elemental magic and igniting the air with force of sorcery, pinning them back as another vampire joins, but her magic is now vampiric until spent and the arriver flies neck into hand enabling her to draw added afterlife, converting it into black fire and clearing the chamber between four corridors. Three attack her, a spear to her body she grabs, her life force so strong that the cut radiates light that agitates their sight without blood, grabbing the spear holder by his throat, draining his life, and forcing another explosion with her second hand between the other two; they are truly dead as she continues. Four approach her and Lord Crimson hears their dying screams, he whispers to his servant who runs into the mountain as he calmly takes a drink.

Some of Ostara’s minions are slowed by many wounds and need healing to finish their victory, as many are outright dead and some have fled only to be hunted and dispatched, some necessitating revival beyond her reach of casting spell, by distance vampire mages have almost nullified their presence at the bridge and dump their bodies into the boundary ravine.

The maiden, the mother, and the crone, walk thru the border village taking reincarnation energy from the fallen and collecting hearts. One vampire so much as notices the maiden so she quickly reverts to her disguise within the blink of an eye to be overlooked among the chaos.

Merlin: Though interesting, be prepared to leave.

As would awake a cold breeze blow the pages of a book, Ostara summons from the fallen their death and magic, the vapors of ethereal blood and thunder drawn to her, magic of necromancers and aged time of vampires.

As are many elements of this tale here, so also is Lilith, servant of Hel. She almost dances thru this chaos, humming, as the witches three notice her they eagerly disappear themselves by running into walls where there are no doors. She admires the death as if it were an art gallery, the skin of the dead dries as she passes, the wounded she ignores, and the vampires attempting to stop her drop like puppets.

Ostara faces a formation, two vampires and two mages behind them, met by her minions who toss her a spear as she steps that she impales the two vampires. The mages unleash green fire that spreads thoroughly to the walls, she must fight thru magic while expending her own, as it clears there are two to absorb before she departs. Merlin finds her sapping the slain.

Merlin: An interesting involvement for such a desperate hole on the world, and I am sure this place is inhospitable. 
Ostara: Spells of the undead you are dying to tell me!

A surge of power by them both, drawing in life, and death, black magic more powerful than she was when had arrived, hoping to imply it to her plan erstwhile, yet a large armament of vampires approach, dividing them, and also not knowing who is foe attack Merlin, he departs rather than dwell.

Lilith meets the vampire queen as most mistake her as one of their own, faster than the eye of anything alive or dead can see teleports instantly from facing a spear to aside its holder, to feed from the vampire, dropping him used.

Lilith: Madam Regent, I charge your office to kill the warlock Sino, and thwart any of these creative homunculi, post haste.
Queen: We serve not extortion and mercenary, we will not fight your battles.

By a mere gesture of Lilith’s hand, the vampire queen drifts above the ground and wretches in agony, contortion beyond ability and speech, pure anguish.

Lilith: How is it so… to prove eternal rest…to damage your place beneath my feet…? These things are not here for me, they are here for you, as I will infinitely be your demise so much more than a promise! I will wield you as I please!

Lilith lets the queen fall and gasp, without word she arises, as her servants attempt helping she urges them to kneel with her.

Queen: Your wish is to me a command.
Lilith: Take me to your armory, I need your nightmare blade.
Queen: The blade, it is our defense, in this very moment we are under siege.

Lilith begins to smile as the queen’s servants begin expiring.

Queen: I will take you to it, my priestess.

The lesser castle at the bridge silent, the basecamp is silent, the halls are bloody, and Ostara is tyrannical. She summons herself new strength from fires and faces, taking life from her remaining soldiers, and then in momentum from the vampires, breathing magic to transfer energy for her spells to distribute death of ages as a weapon. Lilith walks to the armory not answering any questions, pulling a glowing knife from a stone she cuts throat of a servant in the way that only the blade can, without blood the pierce of the blade only spills light and administers deep pain. Throwing the victim, she departs as instantaneous smoke shrouds her.

Ostara approaches the doorway and enters the plateau on the mountain, a gentle rain and a growing nightfall, the black and crooked line of the ravine under the bridge, the lights of the town few and far, and she standing facing Lord Crimson and the throne.

Crimson’s first guard rushes at attacks her and falls at her feet as she breathes in his life, the body collapses. Malachi, walks toward her cautiously a grenade vaporizes before contact, a thrown knife melts after sticking her, only to have the wound glow as her other wounds, like the print of a lioness, her wardrobe damaged to a somewhat immodest state. Begin they in casting magic duel, closer her worries of exhaustion are met by his worries that his threshold for suffering will be met, but it is Malachi that his cast to the wall of the fortress.

Crimson has what he had requested, a pouch, and from it takes a small stone rune, he polishes it with his fingers and decides to charge at her. He dives over witchcraft mortar, dodges magic blasts, and tumbles thru a volcanic cloud of fire, all to put the stone in his palm to her chest. An explosion results to transfer the very ether of the dark night clouds with a force shaking him none, and casting her over the cliff to tatter down the mountain.

He walks to his throne without watching her fall. If so, he would see the three witches moving to obtain the body, reprimand her in their echoed way of sharing sentences, and make certain she is dead.