Verily, I

“If you don't read the newspaper, you're uninformed. If you read the newspaper, you're misinformed.”  #MarkTwain 

It has come to my awareness that I am a sentient being, in all its wonder, glory on the surface world of light and memory and existence, all things being equal would mean all things are the same, when we all know that's not even true in the mirror half the time.

I'm sorry I haven't been posting a lot, I've been off world. 

So let's get thru the indigestible part. Being outside half the radius of the galaxy, in the podunk outreaches, altho less likely than at its center, there's no doubt in my mind that you've met a psychic, time traveler, extraterrestrial, remote controlled exploration clone, standard clone, humanoid in a human suit, or any combination thereof. It's not that hard to imagine, they see the errors of our ways and either excuse them from familiarity as a universal constant of sentient life, and/or, laff their collective asses clean off. 

I do the same, from time to time. 

This humane revelation becomes me, but there's always that notion of conformity to the evolutionary participle, the survival mode that in our species' early stages or our potential shared by the sentient around the known universe, here and there, to improve the situation beyond the scope of improvisation and into capability. 

By this I mean the wandering idiots. 

I speak of the people who still speak for others and have no thoughts of their own. I would say do not listen to 'this' or 'that' and you would, perhaps even in anger, taking time to defend the source, they couldn't be wrong in your empty mind, the change from talking to me scares you, or the chance of being wrong confuses you to anger. 

When I was your age.

Those who speak without improving silence, defending lies in good faith, even if I give no fucks that day, infect others that would cross my path, my very essence devoted to a sacrosanct expectation that explanation of fact isn't required, and I'd even go as far to say, I share this with you now, not of my opinion, nor my society, but my planet you threaten with heavy lies. 

The unlikely beginnings of individualism.

It all begins with somewhere a dilettante, a person famous for being famous, an expert renowned only for being known as an expert, decides to swindle thru life, then when that warmth dies they sacrifice an unwavering moral principle to the proverbial fire to stay warm. If there isn't a problem, they make one. A news outlet reporting on riots they began, the self-liberalized protester banging on the table hoping for Uncle Sam to uneasily make them stop to prove that uneasy things happen, has proven that poverty is the great equalizers, idiots love poverty, and liars love idiots. 

Going too far with 'the message'. 

I mean, when you protest the heroes, it makes no sense, and I want it to stop. I get so confused, some countries have a plethora of political castes that share interests with simpler systems, and in 'the states' it seems that even the two party system has the same goals, but without generalizing one side or the other, i don't even have-to really, the correction escapes everyone because of the terminology and the flaws go unnoticed because of the idea that there is another side to things. There are no sides anymore. You're on a planet. One, lame, planet. An island in the stars. With no amount of certainty I can say someone is going to take what you take, or don't take (seems more accurate), for granted. Everyone deserves a chance to help, if you refuse to help, then let the truth fade away while reality bites you in the lazy ass. The vents are open and i'm closing them, but I just want all to know, one of the few things I can promise in this universe, if you go looking for an enemy, you're gonna find one.

Si me buscas, me encuentras. 

~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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Unprofessional Solutions

Unprofessional Solutions:
Stopping Party Fools with Party Fouls


You may have legitimate concerns about the approaching election, if not you might need to liven up the weekend with new and exciting ways to be innovative and informed the next time you have an apocalypse party. Everyone knows the best way to have a good party is to never talk about taboo subjects, but when one least expects it, there's always someone, usually shows up too early or too late, who feels the same unless you're trying to relax.

So what should someone do if it happens?

There are no real rules to avoiding being in a dumb conversation with someone who knows everything who can't tell anything else. Let's try a few simple scenarios.

Be confused. - If someone asks you who you want to be the next president, ask them what a president is, if for some odd reason they tell you, ask them if you-yourself can be president, then continue examining your sprouting race to the top, you may be the answer to the question no one asked.

Be super focused. - If someone states that they know who or what is best, pretend like you've never heard of that; I like so and so...oh really, who's that? I like this and that....oh really, what is it?; It typically won't be long before they begin revealing what they see happening based on plausible scenarios of debate, but don't lose focus, when they finish thinking aloud what they've come up with, tell them you're still voting for a vegetable or fruit, such as a pineapple. It is even possible to suggest broader interests, for example, you can say you'd only vote for someone who doesn't eat vegetables whatsoever. The gist is to control the conversation toward some distant target, like Mars, or logic.

Be antithetical. - By this i mean the opposite, a basic skill every child teaches itself while discovering mischeif. For example, if they say they'd vote for #PersonA, say you're voting for #PersonB right away, immediately, interrupt, whether you agree with them or not, if they pursue a conflict of interest or contradict your statement of antithesis, tell them you didn't say that. For this to work, you have to say the opposite of what they say, and, the opposite of what you just said. Who's on first, what's on second, IDK's on third.

Be a midnight revolutionary. - This one really needs an exclamation point. Be a midnight revolutionary! Imagine a more socially lubricated party, things are vague and often relaxed, the political beasts are often self indulgent, but aspirational and this is the most inquisitive by means of least resistance and not a sure shot. These things happen, someone interrupts, or holds their own, and makes just that damn fine outstanding speech, point, and finish line description, but f* that, we can't be too safe. Forced to be part of the story, join the rally cry for whatever it is your drunk friend is ready to do from a safe storytelling point. It's the oneupmanship s* show. So, if they say they want more teachers, you stand up shouting that everyone should be a teacher, asking for vows of solidarity, and hopefully you learn what they wanted to be taught; it's a long shot at a short wall here, so bring shiny distractions, or things that teachers could teach; if they want to ban unhealthy competition, offer to make them king of a feudalism-less monarchy, if they want to ban certain words, see if they'll start a nonprofit shelter that people can volunteer to have their mouths sewn shut. Weaponless? No limbs! Bad thoughts? Labotomies for everyone! Cult? Comedy open mic nights! ...idk, those last two might be kinda close.

Conclusion:
The more absurd, the smaller the language barrier will be between what the world knows and whatever these party poopers are trying to say.







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