All the Trimmings of Treason

After 8 years, they decided to lie another 4 years, and managed to divide their time dividing into divisive and derisive flashes, letting all those that hate hate, letting all those that believe believe, they took the first shot despite having too many chances to get at least beside themselves first, and for that we watched the locals rally and the depressed discover anger, while emotion runs humanity, but only if it’s day or night. It was insulting to see so many backward walks from forward thinkers, but disappointing to see none of you have learned it yet, especially robbing Peter to pay Paul while cross-eyed Mary does all the work. 

While we watch the general republicans beg for new eyes, we see that their base has more power as a movement, populism of an educated party, discipline of a higher order, and as the left cling to republicans of party, in name only, or caught in the political-crossfire, promises for choices of theories, which don’t exist without the very specific types of people. In this, America has those British ideas, the conservatives (tories?) in many ways establishment media and comedic representatives that like stuffed toys go along with the other political parties as long as their charter isn’t broken, gradually forgetting to fight blindly in the darkness of this chaos - the labor party, which for all its worth at worst bites off more than it can chew, and at best serves a purpose without diversity, only complexity and layers of a hammer seeking a nail - and the liberal democrats, whom fight against oppression and somehow have all the time in the world to think capitalism is a cuss word in the culty, ‘but totally not a cult,’ house of political conformity and nihilistic determinism. 

As the media has managed to find, salvage, and recreate, the worst parts of this shit sandwich for 12 years, you can vote and move away from that with their better parts, as there’s no wrong way to get by, we’re all trying to get by, they’re all trying to get by, just to learn from your mistakes, and not bloody-well make mistakes on purpose. 

As soon as my thought pattern finishes a synaptic collation we will have to have words. 

“The journey itself is going to change you, so you don’t have to worry about memorizing the route we took to accomplish that change.” ― Daniel Quinn, Ishmael: An Adventure of the Mind and Spirit

Terracultural

'He who fights with monsters should look to it that he himself does not become a monster. And if you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you.'
~ Friedrich Nietzsche, Beyond Good and Evil, Aphorism 146 

It had distracted me to see so many images and so I entered delusions, it was only with my powerful memory and superfluous albeit hefty at times thot process that I haven't written an unfiltered blog lately.

Zombies, you all know them, you all love them, we all try to do our best not to offend them, so that they don't devour us for no reason. In their defense, it's all they know how to do, they can't really be productive or cook up something zingy. The card says you could've used zingity split. They wander together, they wander alone, I've even seen them following vultures circling - just wandering around in a circle because that's their devotion as we watch their arguments for doing so fall apart.

Satire, word.

As we listen to the songs the same and start to complain about things that won't be controlled, surfaces from the silent and still-set darkness ocean, the argument of weapons. It'd be violent of me to write about activism. It'd be passive aggressive to make a mockery of pacifism, and it'd be absurd to say that there were no crimes before big rocks could be held. 

I'm writing about this elsewhere.

I'm not sure if I've seen a bird smile. I know I've seen birds plant their eggs in dens of others, not because they expected it to work, but because they have only one emotion that takes over their mind, and will retaliate if the host doesn't abide. This is to paint a wider plot.

When my cat sees me smile, it thinks humans are big, dumb, versions of cats. It's easy to confide in truth, cats run from humans a larger predator like themselves, cats nestle to masters, for what they recognize as safety, from ancient emotion. They control that emotion and the picture writes itself.

Our animal brain draws life from the fires at dawn of time, and our human mind is still picking and choosing, finding and losing, which part of the chimera we will become. This is also why being undead is a science, not some art. Well, tbh there is good zombie television now and then.

The male shows his prowess to attract a female, like the stories in the geography books, and now because there are so many humans, she is prepared to do so likewise, but at a later stage. For point of fact, his hunger for her is a main element and the state of his soul, or your preferred scientific metaphor, is a defining factor. I'm not sure what she's doing, I'm a dude, she asks questions, I don't answer with questions personally, I'm not any of you, this isn't advice on the subject. Next paragraph.

Next clause?

If you're still reading this that means we have a lot to learn in less than a minute. If you're remembering this, wow you have a good memory, look at other people. Spacing out paragraph for lithographic acuity.

We are closer than ever with cities and farther than ever with distractions and this is trope, the brand we recognize as pass thru life, and in just that living. There are cities where the peacock spreads his feathers and the fittest wins sometimes by being fastest, this fact isn't a mating ritual, it's the human race. She can choose, he can choose, this is review for this blog-post, a piece of the conclusion, which you may or mightn't agree. In the cities, sometimes the busy metro-family (tribe) sees a visitor smiling and thinks this smiler is an idiot. Hypothetical, word, that citizen in mind to the tourist may see the entire city-population not smiling and dour, down and sour.

We smile across distances, the bird doesn't have teeth, the big cats we've become have. Those budy people wouldn't spend the calories to smile at - everyone - let alone make contact long enuf for it - in this sense.

Therefore, friendliness of the rural people, should not be exploited. They smile to welcome another human heart from solitude. I argue that their joy is read in their words. Likewise, the smile of a citizen would be rare and if seen, more-probably genuine from them, their emotions shouldn't be exploited.

How before the why.

In a busybody's time to smile, they don't use practicing smiling, so maybe they're not good at it, yet you can show them. You can show the foreigner to be more efficient in due turn, many hands make lite work.

We've come to the rule of law and the law of rules, I'm verily assuming this is the principle in the ying and yang duality, see previous/later posts, search engine.

When they know where they are in the space-time-continuum, the universes, they can peacock or choose, or choose not - smile or bustle thru the hustled planet, this to be themselves, but there is wilderness in us, and the reverse is also true, we are above the food chain, but still the previous humanity. That darkness at the edge of the universe. Sometimes they see too many of the visitors smiling, and they would punish them for it, this is the abuse of logic. The left attacks the right. Sometimes they see too many zombies not smiling, and they would punish them for it, this is the abuse of emotion. The right attacks the left.

The who and how of it.

You can ban rocks, it doesn't mean people won't throu them. Rocks are a metaphor. You can ban the roots of grass you hate because it's the wrong color/behavior, but it doesn't mean the grass won't grow. Grass is a metaphor. This level of control is considered a balancing act, and in this paragraph I'm even having trouble wording this, the behavior in a war that mustn't be won, but finished or avoided. When we see a sad city and decide to smile or see happy tourists and decide to explore, it might be our mass murderers think there aren't enuf smiles, or that when masses of mass-murderers (empires) see too many smiling, they decide to bring hell to earth. With all these memetic connections, even some wander into the dark area unknown, where writers and artists hide among you, and you tell them the killers you like need help and those that you don't like should be ended.

Teach the momentum of things - the heart of logic, the mind of emotion, and you will see it in your life, and you will show it to others, so that we don't all collide at the worst time. Oh, and explore other planets. Earth is the home-world, not lone-world.

"We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far."
~ H.P. Lovecraft, The Call of Cthulhu 

/mjbanks

Virtue Signal I

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The pathological liars are everywhere, in for all, I write arguably badly fiction, and some of you I think were told not to lie and took it as a challenge and, after a thousand times, it became instinctual/pathological lying, which you should do as an adult, and some of you have jobs to tell the truth to millions and critically shouldn't do it, sleeping was invented for the very reason of not being able to stop lying. Basically, if you can't stop lying, dream awake or fall asleep.

Because I didn't realize this challenge by heathen protestant intradimensional idealist insomniacs was in effect, I'll start posting something, imperfect work and projects, i won't dip into the blogger drafts folder, but there will be stuff. I subscribe to my own blog by email, because I can, and know posts can bind in delivery, so tomorrow I'll wake and do an image interpretation for that fresh britches feeling, you will be fine having been warned, thus lo it shall be to those who'll hate it, yes, there are those among you it will not scratch their surface, this light is of their burning machinations reflecting off-of me at their immense power to hold power over stars and consume raw matters as the universe expands at a constant rate, while some of you are made of stardust and we assume your atoms will drift into the nearest orbited star from whatever planet you died.

That's settled, now let's waste the rest of this entry by settling a few questions.

A resistance fights a transition, to the new order your opposition is more like a rebellion or sternly-worded dissent.

Altho time waits for no one, it does wait for people to stop arguing, if it be about science, on the scale of things, we're not any farther until we go farther, stop complaining.

If you're reading this, your life isn't hard as it could be. Remember that.

A pro-life socialist wants programs for babies, a prochoice antisocialist doesn't want money for babies, and women don't always look at this that way.

Despite what they told you, you can put "Anti" on any word you want, even if people have never heard of it before. For example, I'm anticlimactic.

We are a species, however quaint on this suburb of a planet somewhat in the galactic sense and largely in the universal sense, there is no reason to starve anyone. Don't be shitty.

I almost forgot, if you couldn't do something in 8 years, collectively, unanimously, famously and willingly, let the people along the way you've hurt fix what you've broken.

Cake is a breakfast food, cereal is a lunch, and bacon is clearly a desert.

The first day of the week is Monday, day month year, water is wet, we tried to warn you, I'm sorry.





Hasta mañana
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Even Duck

I'll play with the page layout; still don't understand why I can't fix widths in percentages in the control panel, it is stupendously unimportant btw, then I'll post something; i almost didn't post this month at all.

Loud noises:

there was a shooting by a zealot, who was then not called that, and ppl blamed weapons and re-proceeded to attempt victim disarmament, i'd like to think that i don't care. My advice; if you didn't run things so much like a prison state, then the individual abandoned by society (state), wouldn't need rehabilitation, which in whole was played by those that plague us. A law does not exist, our understanding of it does.

let me add something on the coach; if you're going to have amnesty, and release the undocumented in trespass if arrested, then give them dole, as is repeatedly the case, we can always make their source a better place instead; we're not proud that you don't support our creativity, but the world keeps turning.

the politicians stopped making laws and sat on the floor until they realized the interns wouldn't be sitting on the hard floor for them, it was wonderful, no shitty laws, no new deficit spending, awesome.

The UK is Texas, or something:

Brexit, not when a woman slips out the bar, wait for it. (or bro exit?) First, if there were any Celts wanting to be part of a larger empire, you're not. As a gringo, what do i know about Britain. Ireland should get a king/queen and marry into Britain, that way they get their north back, you can do that when I'm dead. I can see that I'm goi!ng....hang on a tick. Okay, formatting error.

Slippery slope, at the end of the day, all or nothing! Give it a rest. Okay, if "Remain," a FRENCH word, won while I went to sleep, disregard the vote and leave anyway. Here's the skinny. Let's start with the crudity, Britain is not Europe, the Pound will only go down if investors either pause to see what happens, or people are punishing the Pound pettily, heretofore the Britons are the same as they were yesterday. The argument was made that there would be no more free trade. A specious argument, a fallacy, there wouldn't be free trade, if the E.U. decided to be assholes, which serves as another reason to leave, extortion. The argument to stay for security reasons, is timorous, in America liberals won't report on ISIS, so I don't know if troops of EU countries are fighting them, or if it's just not Obama. If a homeless Londoner loses their gender-same and/or cybernetic life partner to terrorism, and the EU doesn't help him eradicate evil, I'll bring the pain on general principle as an outside party.

Forgive me if you heard this already my psychosis and all.

I heard that the EU is a council of illuminati, and a huge voting membership that only serves for opinion polling. I know if UK is the 5th largest economy, that the EU should be joining you. I mean, I'm not really a fan of France, there was that period where the existential writers (Jean-Paul Sartre, Simone de Beauvoir, etc) were chill before modernity, I'm almost happier to live next to Chicago, so maybe not them.

Britain isn't going to turn into a spaceship and leave, so let's not start acting mental. I believe that England is in Britain. I could be wrong. And that's where English was created, and soon it became where people would go to get away from Europe; we don't think about it, but the anglosphere can be very poncy at times and we love it and they love us for it, awhile not being anything more than hicks and whores, that's what we do and the, emphasis, entire world speaks English, so i wouldn't worry too much. Also, the UK didn't, even, use, the euro. Remember the whole emptying debtors prisons into Australia thing? That's what the EU is doing with refugees, and treating the UK like a relocation reservation. Now, get some fireworks and keep inventing new profanities, you mulligans.

Polileeches

Contention!..about who's running in American politics. Firstly, public workers don't run, they overpay to be carried from one bar to the next and sign anything in front of them, kinda like the E.U.

There's this idea that you're supposed to have conviction and choose left or right, doctrine or ideology, and I'm here to tell you, fuck that noise. I almost could call this section "Tragic: The Blathering."

These names of governments are just the names of campaigns. Communism isn't an ideology, it's the campaign goal of the government; capitalism, socialism, libertarianism, idealism, journalism, individualism, centrism, those are each no more than campaigns of a government. News Flash: We have the internet. I've made the case that some of you should do what you do best, but for some that's be a pain, for me it's be useless.

So my idea, a card game.

A very boring card game, The Isms (pronounced: IZMZ) is just like other role playing card games, but instead of ROYGBIV like in MTG, the groupings are the things i listed above. Let's say you play a capitalist card, it costs three lands (resource, facility, market) and a laborer (just one), and it's weaknesses are to one of the other isms, for example, it could be weak to 'instant' cards from the socialism group when your opponent plays the instant "popup rave party with the other gender" or something, i'm making this up right now, as i write, but you get the gist. A libertarian is weak against the military-industrial-complex, a communist is weak against an industrialist, a socialist is weak against a fascist, and so on and so forth.

Cards in games as such have points and reserves, which would make it possible for professional statisticians to start calculating the possibility that we were completely lost without logic for centuries before the internet. Did you get a degree in a dead subject? Then, bling, your casting cost is 1/1 and you're a blocker for the next attack.

Review the fuck out of this:

1) Guns, we don't outlaw dogs biting people, we train the dog. 2) Britain, join Scandinavia and/or Russia and cowboy-up, start acting like the federation you are. 3) Politics, a game not worth repeating.




Locktwarr danalora luatha danu.

Misappropriated Requisition

A political cartoon, a warrior of the times guarding the chalk outline where someone once rested, holding a sign that reads "private property".

I had no choice to respond to this with equal force, to imagine things the right way instead of the errors of reality, or simulation of imagination.

There are all the dreams of humanity, the combinations of obligations, facetiousness, and consideration, all of which are subject to a reigning future.

While the admittance to powerlessness, a river of raindrops and temporary peace, despite opportunity to forget there are some who remember to persevere, into independence, into complicity.

To error is the way of forgetfulness, comparative to crimes of the self, that is to say that we cannot be contrived, but in the manner one endangered animal in a specialized refuge can, for perhaps, become fifty-thousand apex animals, which new arrangements much be made, how wonderful this thought is that entire planets, if not entire galaxies, could be creations in order to let humanity do what it finds natural.

That someone could think that space guarded by the living is not theirs is not inaction, it is activity to avoid a bad feeling, to change for but the sake.

I fear it is a sick many of minds that release the dead like captured pieces no longer exploitable, this is true in unnecessary detested plagues, these are the trivialities of the manipulated truths.

The creationist makes their creations, and the revolutionists continue to misunderstand, without cause to learn the truth of the momentum, which one can block if possible as many can if available it seems, but not understanding ownership a delusion acts in their stead.

If is not property, how can it be taken; if believed that property is wrong, then how are amenities confiscated under confiscation; if property is communal, how is a political body a requirement?

There are clear mistakes alongside trepidation of leadership, those that sign themselves to service and those that assign themselves to charity, these are the many things that fight to control a line that isn't there.

The dependency on dependents, a state requires people that require a state, a redundancy of speculation surrounded by its own gravity, a people require certainties, where the universe does not cease outside of the vacuum.

I cannot follow if I cannot lead, screaming for a challenger, were I to take league with weakness I would make agency of theft, not stronger than the meek, not weaker than my false desires, and soon to insanity I could redirect what I cannot see nor imagine while being blind to the world.

To more the merrier whom can make peace like the sunlight, to surety that less have contributed more than others, while sounding as the fray are oft to do, which hidden in their individualism as a collectivist, find it hard to allow property if they themselves are not property of a collective.

It is not a collective because we begin at different moments in time, as often a pool of blood spills from a single wound, humanity spills across time from its end to beginning, even perhaps in reverse, a gathering of the deathless and the truth of the living.

Al hambre de siete dias, no hay pan duro.

~ proverbio español