Hayseed Rant

“Magic's just science that we don't understand yet.” ~ Arthur C. Clarke

Let me start this curtly. Hello, but I am surprised to live here, Earth, which means dirt, among a rare distinction afforded to a species who didn't solve their health insurance question first, instead what I assume is last, inadequatly, and then a repetitively wrong but never unsure cycle of idiocy.

I don't like the mandate part of your solution, even if it was your first solution it should be the last time you impose it. Should you be so inclined to wonder why, it's against the law of the king and myself. I bet many dollars and donuts those aversive and bias are unbeknownst. That is a crime of protection and racketeering. At the moment of this writing, a "racket" is a fixed outcome extortion scheme or race, an ill-gotten decree forces you to start the race, and a terrible idea forces you to pay to leave it. A mandate to buy it, a penalty to escape it. This I've written many times.

When escalating this crime's status to a federal infraction, the crime also bear a communal punishment, out of sheer necessity, much more than any educational value, removal of this crime is of apex importance, because the renaming of slavery is not an acceptable solution. My views are similar of taxes, but I can never get anyone to listen to the notion of replacing classical republicanism with liberal democracy. NOT the people calling themselves republican, NOT the people calling themselves democrats, NOT the people calling themselves socialists and then being antisocial. He who would demand to be king is psychotic.

Oh, that reminds me, whatever your views about the election are, 180 million people didn't vote for your candidate. In other words, whomever you thought should've won, at least three times as many people, can and will, care less.  Someone want to tell the truth, some just want others to be wrong. 

Neways, .... the crime of institutionalizing racketeering and extortion, when not repealed, becomes treason. Of which I must urge the king excommunicate my ceremonious and dedicated betrayers. This is the western promise, albeit a healthy dose of democracy, for more than even my cousins in Europe, the world shares a need to be rid of corruption. I might even steal your minds to make a small suggestion, that a state official with a brain tumor not be allowed to hold office. It's 2017, despite of few heathens protesting what they don't know they've become and their inbred media support group not understanding economics, inasmuch a communist country understands them better than you, inasmuch their worst criminals are smarter than our best politicians, by way enforcement of the oldest of laws.

Halfway point, blink your eyes....

I mention the tumor because of a cretin politician at the time of this writing who already had - decades - to solve the existing problem, irreversibly identical, a government program, for the military persons required to enroll, and as problems mounted, fixed nothing, and I assume that with them armed he supported that program's reformation. This speaks volumes to the necessity of checks and balances, and even if it hasn't taken his eyesight, he's a useless oxygen thief. My prayers to those who have to be near him.

There are the manied who think the 'republicans' are evil, of which during those years, my enemy was pretending to be one even then, all while censoring music, banning substance, redefining morality en masse carte blanc. Then in 2012 there was a wave to replace faux republicans, of which the faux democrats did to themselves in many cases simultaneously. Notice that the shilling media is in full coverage of their enemies, not to defile their enemy, but to make the public bored of justice, the integrity gone, like this essay, gaudy, breathless, in effort to control the narrative, but as far from reality as possible. No education, no solution, an altruistic goal doesn't need to be in peril and demands that chaos be the narrative, instead of a time of enlightenment, of a time of revealing the truth.

Being fascist to stay in office to protect your legacy, becomes that and nothing else. If you're not forgotten to Wikipedia forever, filed on the page of examples for bureaucracy. Most I've met barely remember their own lives and replace them with blurry hopefulness. (I assume a rightly-crafted boycott would cripple your oppressors, as is always the case, but a deathless sensibility is required for such a tumult.)

I'd just told myself that language is a struggle for me, I go on my aspie ways to do aspie things like ignore getting to the point, or have a daydream of pure conjecture not even being myself, then it possessed me and I mentioned it to someone so solve my language confusion when they said 'occur', something "didn't occur to [them]" and I thought at first that it meant, to realize, and realized it means to happen, which is what it means, so I'll say it clearly to be concise.

You can take the win, end the atrocity against our civil liberties, and if there's something incomplete, complete it. The right thing isn't going to occur, it has to be realized.  If not, history will repeat itself as it always does.

"Omne ignotum pro magnifico est" ~ Tacitus, from Agricola

Novis Initiis

i close my eyes to see the back of stars, the stars i see everywhere, arguing, not that it's new light, and behind the stars i see the distance, i peeked to see if i can spellbind, that these are my thoughts, no one is sure, to me there they are intrinsic, and temperamental, often not my own, never full to grow out like flowers and fires, but there is the other thing that i'm stalling again, oh great is might, i sense where the keys are and i type, or i do, stranger than fiction, and other things, continuity is so remains the principle theme, has the light finished before it shines on travelled shores, does the light travel to empty planets or does it just pass by them with ease, as choice, as reprimand, as trivial detrour, does it chase around the world after a tail, it becomes many past connection withy the target, but itself to parts, we can record these events, creating new data as more information, and there is the light used to transmit the signals are just pulses of electricity, on, and off, we record, no wait, there are two choices this thought, behind the flashlight, or guessingh who holds the flashlight, it because it seems, okay, scores of people recorded like charted scores on shores of waves of tidal infinite information, just like the water, arguing that water is only made of elements, and thereby as such is earth, but slightly lesser unknown still that it is air and earth, fuel for the living to become channelers of the source, conduits, as exception already, even by the time of this writing it is possible, in a working grid of control, a controlled-environment, one of the missing eye, as often enuf, to know every movement, mapping easily enuf by our toys, if we are here, or if even we are there, surely we are anywhere for a time, this is our singularity channeling the controlled light within us, for i'm uncertain to argue, if enuf than too much, iff uncertain than vigilant, and that so many times without irregularity is its way to know all thse orders and operations of our lives, the stories of gods that play with expected outcomes, and people do this too, and of those that weave time to change where we go, but it is a challenge to be a human for many years after our creation, or until after our creation, my parable seems ponderous, rewriting, it suggests that there is no identity, like voices in his head, there must be more, it must be any, ah yes, the whole report of which we are books in a database cell, but what if it recorded how many breathes a person takes, ho9w many heartbeats, i peeked to make sure it's on the level, on the line, correction is not a thing we can make to history, liek continuous development we mustn't deride ourselves our closest allies, other error checkers, will report to that, beneficially, as much a perfect calculation in sentient space driven by completing authentication at the point of finding itself and its beginning, largely assuming that, like a program checking itself until it outputs all that can be, reathing living cell, i love that universes exist within atoms, and just are the truth of this science, but what if i were to say that it would count how many times a heart skipped, just a larger database, in this infiinite amt of space would not there be without explanation that beyond the grasp of creatures standing under the digital sky endless unfoldable space to hide the writing on the walls, i used to write these with my eyes open, inasmuch, otherwise, et al, i peek to see if i'm blind, where it counts many things, how many cells in the body, how many bodies within cells, equally, how many celsl does the body create every second, would it also count and document the manufacture distribution and collapse of every cell in the human body, that would surely be a great artificial intelligence, knowing where are all these things withing the known universe, a beautiful picture of the mathematicians'golden rule of the unknoweable space and time, if the future is unknowable or by heading there is lost the past, naming every cell in the human body, and knowing where every cell is at all time, knowing where every grain of sand is, like a a map maker of stars, those beyond the scope of time to see them, those which we around revolve, now ready to imagine everycell accounted in every possible moment aside from their order of existence, how and how close each is to the other, knowing how far a star light will appear as a supernova by its lenght away from the view, and the worlds undiscovered within a cell, mitochondrial universes like floating stars, tiny cells, or the complex combustian and renewal within the feiry brightness floating in space, and in the absence of matter the radiation  chaotic and three four dimensional conduit to the fabric of reality itself, like a pattern in the wave tops of an ocean in a frozen photograph, stacked for a motion slideshow of embryonic echoes across the tiemline, in that irradiated space where stars exlode and new shores define them the corners of the universe where we reside, counting the times against each other that someone did not count them for us, when all we have to do is remember thise things again, where everything is






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