Kids shows have gotten a little out of hand now a days haven't they? Remember when the adult themes were subtle and it wasn't until years later that you thought back on your favorite shows and really thought critically what they were all about? Take for instance the Gummibears. Gummibears I find is about alcoholism! It is! It absolutely is! Even the fucking theme song dealt with abusing the bottle! Think about it! Dashing and daring, courageous and caring, faithful and friendly with stories to share? These all sound like symptoms of alcoholism to me! Maybe I'm way off the pulse here, but what the fuck do you think when your drunk?
Suddenly you feel dashing, you are more daring and they don't call it courage in a bottle for no reason at all! You begin to care way to much about what people say to you and you end up in the washroom sobbing like fourth grader because you just got cockblocked from that blond standing at the bar by your buddy! Faithful... Well, maybe to yourself because that certainly wasn't your wife you went home with last night. Friendly? More than likely while your drinking, because it certainly isn't while your on the wagon, and what is the main thing people do when they drink? They tell fucking stories! Memories of what they think were better times!
I have actually been toying with the idea of suing Disney for emotional distress that has driven me to write and drink! All I wanted to be was a fireman, not some wino bear bouncing around the forest trying to rid the woods of ogres! Maybe it's just me, but bouncing on the head of an ogre sounds like a bad life decision! But in all reality, those ogres we really know are those girls or guys, (well I don't want to be labeled as sexist), at the bar that look much better drunk then when we see them sober... I guess it's kind of a coyote ugly sorta thing.
Next time you think back fondly on your favorite cartoon, try and look at the other themes going on behind the cute or heroic actions they take. You may be surprised at what you find.
Write or wrong, it's still in poor taste.
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Accomplishments 2008
So its drawing close to an end. 2008 is almost a mere recent memory. It's about that time that we ask ourselves that one question. Rich or poor, the upper 1% to the homeless. What have I accomplished this year?
My ultimate goal is to write professionally. It's hard to set a goal and stick with it, but that is exactly what I am doing right this very minute! This blog is a part of a larger agenda, a stepping stone. It serves to re-enforce the idea that I can write. Although my grammar and editing skills are still a ways off, I can form words and shape them and put them in an order that makes sense and has a certain flow about them. I'm off to a good start.
I also met the most amazing girl in the world! Although she has no interest in me that way, we have become great friends. Funny how the world works... Apparently the group of friends I've been hanging out with a lot lately are now life partners. Not sure how long it will last, or even if it's meant to, but it's been nice having people to talk to since most of the time I'm a recluse and don't generally talk to strangers.
One thing I've been trying out and am still working on is just not caring. It feels good when I can pull it off, however, stress does tend to bring the wall of reason crumbling at times.
As for my New Year's resolutions? Null. I haven't got any because I find it takes more energy to think of them and not follow through with them then it would be to not think of them and let nature take it's course.
So this brings us back full circle. What have you accomplished this year?
My ultimate goal is to write professionally. It's hard to set a goal and stick with it, but that is exactly what I am doing right this very minute! This blog is a part of a larger agenda, a stepping stone. It serves to re-enforce the idea that I can write. Although my grammar and editing skills are still a ways off, I can form words and shape them and put them in an order that makes sense and has a certain flow about them. I'm off to a good start.
I also met the most amazing girl in the world! Although she has no interest in me that way, we have become great friends. Funny how the world works... Apparently the group of friends I've been hanging out with a lot lately are now life partners. Not sure how long it will last, or even if it's meant to, but it's been nice having people to talk to since most of the time I'm a recluse and don't generally talk to strangers.
One thing I've been trying out and am still working on is just not caring. It feels good when I can pull it off, however, stress does tend to bring the wall of reason crumbling at times.
As for my New Year's resolutions? Null. I haven't got any because I find it takes more energy to think of them and not follow through with them then it would be to not think of them and let nature take it's course.
So this brings us back full circle. What have you accomplished this year?
Monday, December 29, 2008
The Mood, The Way and The Consumer
We are taught to believe in organization from a very young age. Our parents try to teach us about putting our clothes away, our school engineer us to believe that society has structure. Religion instructs us that we will burn in hell if we don't wear nice suits to church and Wal-Mart always seems to have the lowest price guaranteed!
I think consumerism should be considered a religion. I really do! Think about the parallels here! You have a guy that sits in a room upstairs and watches everything you do via closed circuit television. You have employees that act like clergy, and claim to know the way to your shopping salvation. They even gather a collection through highly trained cashiers! Now to me, this sounds like a religion!
And do you ever notice that all religions have unofficial slogans? Christianity's is The greatest story ever told! Now... That slogan should tell you something... It's just that! A story! A fucking fairy tale to scare weak minded individuals into subversion. That's all! The motto for Consumerism could be: "Money is God, product salvation and department stores the devil!"
Yes folks department stores are Satan! "Why do you say that Andy?" You mean besides the fact that you can wander aimlessly in them for hours, like a lost soul looking for salvation? "Oh please Lord, please let me find that last item... I don't know what it is but I want it so! I just know it'll save my eternal soul!"
"But Andy! Where does the organization fit into all of this?" Well goddamn it, I don't know! Naturally I would assume the shelves, but I could be over analyzing it.
Another thing that has always stuck me as odd is the unnatural way that employees everywhere can't be seen either buying or consuming the companies products. Maybe it's that critical thinking that's interfering with my consumeristic nature, but, it would seem to me that you would want your employees to promote your produt! "take your uniform off while your eating John, and put a goddamn smile on yor face!"
That's something else I've never understood... The Good Mood Policy. Don't even pretend like you don't know what I'm talking about! For those of you smart enough not to have a job, let me explain it to you how this policy works. The ideal employee is apparently supposed to be in a good mood at all times while at work. You could have just witnessed a guy getting his head blowen off with a 12 gauge shot gun while walking to work, but as soon as you enter the door to your job... All negitivity is null and void... How fucking unnatural is that? Sorry, but I'm what some would call human, and I tend to have bad days as well as good ones. I just witnessed a horrific act and I may need a few moments to compose myself.
They say that a good team is like a well oiled machine. No, a vibrator is a well oiled machine! A bukakke is a team effort, a vibrator needs human guidence to produce an end result. Maybe I'm not supposed to understand the conentation here, but it would seem to me that employers don't think these mantras could be misconsqued as sexual harassment.
I think consumerism should be considered a religion. I really do! Think about the parallels here! You have a guy that sits in a room upstairs and watches everything you do via closed circuit television. You have employees that act like clergy, and claim to know the way to your shopping salvation. They even gather a collection through highly trained cashiers! Now to me, this sounds like a religion!
And do you ever notice that all religions have unofficial slogans? Christianity's is The greatest story ever told! Now... That slogan should tell you something... It's just that! A story! A fucking fairy tale to scare weak minded individuals into subversion. That's all! The motto for Consumerism could be: "Money is God, product salvation and department stores the devil!"
Yes folks department stores are Satan! "Why do you say that Andy?" You mean besides the fact that you can wander aimlessly in them for hours, like a lost soul looking for salvation? "Oh please Lord, please let me find that last item... I don't know what it is but I want it so! I just know it'll save my eternal soul!"
"But Andy! Where does the organization fit into all of this?" Well goddamn it, I don't know! Naturally I would assume the shelves, but I could be over analyzing it.
Another thing that has always stuck me as odd is the unnatural way that employees everywhere can't be seen either buying or consuming the companies products. Maybe it's that critical thinking that's interfering with my consumeristic nature, but, it would seem to me that you would want your employees to promote your produt! "take your uniform off while your eating John, and put a goddamn smile on yor face!"
That's something else I've never understood... The Good Mood Policy. Don't even pretend like you don't know what I'm talking about! For those of you smart enough not to have a job, let me explain it to you how this policy works. The ideal employee is apparently supposed to be in a good mood at all times while at work. You could have just witnessed a guy getting his head blowen off with a 12 gauge shot gun while walking to work, but as soon as you enter the door to your job... All negitivity is null and void... How fucking unnatural is that? Sorry, but I'm what some would call human, and I tend to have bad days as well as good ones. I just witnessed a horrific act and I may need a few moments to compose myself.
They say that a good team is like a well oiled machine. No, a vibrator is a well oiled machine! A bukakke is a team effort, a vibrator needs human guidence to produce an end result. Maybe I'm not supposed to understand the conentation here, but it would seem to me that employers don't think these mantras could be misconsqued as sexual harassment.
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Christmas Mourning: The True Meaning of Christmas
It was Christmas morning. Marin, David, Rachel, Mark, Jen and Cameron all sat around the fire and exchanged their gifts. These five people were not ordinary people however. They were the soulless, pompous scum that belonged to the upper 1%.
Nothing made them happy save for other peoples misery, and Christmas morning was their favorite time to get together. Not because they all particularly like or enjoyed being around each other, but rather to revel in the misfortunes that had transpired throughout the year with their influence.
One after another they would share stories that to any decent person would sound simply horrible! Yet the joy it brought these five was surreal...
Marin piped up feeling like the fat kid left out of the picking of the dodge ball teams.
"I have found the true meaning of Christmas!" She exclaimed.
"Oh yeah? Well I think someone beat you to it. It's about spending time with your loved ones and giving and receiving gifts!" Cameron blurted out as if to steal her glory. The group was silent, then suddenly erupted into laughter.
"You almost had me convinced that you actually believed that load of garbage! Ha ha ha ha!" Jen snorted in her usual show of cynicism.
Although tearing up from laughing so hard, Marin again attempted her story.
"The meaning of Christmas is about none of those things! There is nothing festive about being around people you can't stand and certainly no one here would ever give more than they absolutely had to! Only those simple minded people of the middle class ever spend so much money that they go into debt and I laugh every year." Marin said trying to hold back another fit of laughter.
"This story is about how one young man from the middle class found the true meaning of Christmas..."
The kitchen was hot. Even for being the middle of winter and close to Christmas. Mat made his way through the back door. He was glad it was so hot because it suited the angry mood he was in. He made his way to dry storage to grab a uniform, by an astounding random chance he grabbed his embroidered jacket, the pants how ever were spares. He stormed off to the washroom and got changed.
Mat emerged from the washroom a few moments later and said with as much joy as he could muster, "Goddamn this place." He lowered his head and began shaking it from side to side. Mat made his way on to the line. It was a disaster. Mat again lowered his head and began to shake it from side to side.
Just then, Maggie walked through the swinging door. "Hey Mat! How are you today?" She asked. She was getting excited for Christmas.
"Angry. Depressed. Stagnant. Really any of those three things are interchangeable. " Mat grumbled.
"Aw! But it's almost Christmas! Aren't you at least excited for that?"
"Ha! It's December 23rd and I can't even stand the thought of Christmas. The consumerism, the ridiculously crowded malls when you really need just one thing that you can't buy anywhere else. The worst though is how stupid people are while on the roads! I watched a kid get hit by a truck today and that dick just kept driving! The kid was okay, he got up and started flipping off the guy in the truck, but still. It makes me wonder why people get so crazy at this time of year. I mean it's just another day."
"Well Mat. Christmas is Jesus's birthday! See way way back 2,000 years ago..."
"I know the story Maggie. It's a work of fiction. It would make just as much sense to celebrate a holiday on Micky Mouse's birthday."
"Your a dick you know that Mat?"
"I do what I can. Look if your all upons Christmas, and you truly love it, then don't let me ruin it for you. I however find it to be a holiday of the seven deadly sins."
"haha! Oh Mat! It's good to see that even though your having a bad day you still have your humor in tact." Maggie said as she washed her hands and walked back through the swinging door.
Mat turned back to the line, grabbed the line check book. He stared at it. It was blank from the morning shift. "Well if you don't care, why should I?" He said as he placed the book back on the shelf. He then went into cleaning and stock mode, and while he was doing that, he thought.
Mat reflected on what the really meaning of Christmas was about. He thought about that poor kid that got hit by that asshole in the truck. He thought about how his extended family made him feel so badly about being 24 and still working in a kitchen. He even thought about how people always seemed to complain about how they spent so much money at Christmas that they were in debt for the rest of the year.
Finally after all the thoughts had filtered and the line clean and stocked, it was time to have a coffee. The night would be bad enough due to lack of people he had on, and made even worse by the fact that he would have no one on that he felt comfortable enough to chat with. This was what he felt his life would come to. Forever working in a kitchen.
Mat slipped into depression mode. Brooding and dark he grabbed a coffee. He scanned the dining room while pouring. There was one girl that could always cheer him up. They were just friends, yet he felt like there was a deeper connection between them. He attempted to ask her once how she felt, but she never answered him. She was sitting in the 90's with a few people. Mat sighed and morosely walked back into the kitchen.
She looked so happy, and he didn't want to ruin that. She deserved to be happy and not brought down by his brooding. Maggie came back into the kitchen.
"Seriously Mat, you need to cheer up. What's the thing that's most bothering you right at this moment?"
"Mostly, it's supervising right now. Jake's out of town, you'll be off soon and I am understaffed as usual. To make matters worse, the guys that are on aren't people who generally have intelligent conversations."
"True, but you should still make the best of it. Hey! I know what will cheer you up! That server you like is sitting in the 90s! Go talk to her! She always seems to put you in a better mood!"
"Thanks Maggie. I saw her there already, but she looks like she's in a good mood. Plus she is with people. I don't want to bring her down in front of her friends."
"You were starting to bring me down when you first got here! What's the difference?"
"Your my friend, I don't feel to badly about dampening your holiday cheer. he he!"
Maggie sighed, "Well you got me there. You should still cheer up a bit though." With that true, yet short insight, Maggie went back out front.
Suddenly it struck him! Like fryer oil on chicken fingers! Like salt on fries! The true meaning of Christmas! Mat raced out front, joy spreading through out him like wildfire! The message was loud and clear! He grabbed Maggie and drug her into the handicap washroom.
"I finally figured it out!" Mat cried with excitement!
"What?" Maggie asked with confusion.
"The meaning of Christmas! I found it!"
"Uhh... Don't they explain it in It's a Wonderful Life?"
"No. Christmas isn't about any of that! Christmas is about going into debt so that you have something to bitch about in the new year! It's about being selfish and disregarding other peoples needs! It's about being greedy and wanting more when you don't see that everything you have is more than enough! It's about spending time with people who make you feel like gum on the bottom of your shoe! It's about the consumerist marketing of some old, creepy pedophile in a red suit! It's about self gratification by means of useless gifts that no one wants or needs, and above all Christmas is about lies and deceit where the baby Jesus is concerned!" Mat poured out with joy!
"So... Merry Christmas Mat?" Maggie asked still confused by what Mat was talking about.
"Merry Consumerist bullshit holiday Maggie!"
Nothing made them happy save for other peoples misery, and Christmas morning was their favorite time to get together. Not because they all particularly like or enjoyed being around each other, but rather to revel in the misfortunes that had transpired throughout the year with their influence.
One after another they would share stories that to any decent person would sound simply horrible! Yet the joy it brought these five was surreal...
Marin piped up feeling like the fat kid left out of the picking of the dodge ball teams.
"I have found the true meaning of Christmas!" She exclaimed.
"Oh yeah? Well I think someone beat you to it. It's about spending time with your loved ones and giving and receiving gifts!" Cameron blurted out as if to steal her glory. The group was silent, then suddenly erupted into laughter.
"You almost had me convinced that you actually believed that load of garbage! Ha ha ha ha!" Jen snorted in her usual show of cynicism.
Although tearing up from laughing so hard, Marin again attempted her story.
"The meaning of Christmas is about none of those things! There is nothing festive about being around people you can't stand and certainly no one here would ever give more than they absolutely had to! Only those simple minded people of the middle class ever spend so much money that they go into debt and I laugh every year." Marin said trying to hold back another fit of laughter.
"This story is about how one young man from the middle class found the true meaning of Christmas..."
***
The kitchen was hot. Even for being the middle of winter and close to Christmas. Mat made his way through the back door. He was glad it was so hot because it suited the angry mood he was in. He made his way to dry storage to grab a uniform, by an astounding random chance he grabbed his embroidered jacket, the pants how ever were spares. He stormed off to the washroom and got changed.
Mat emerged from the washroom a few moments later and said with as much joy as he could muster, "Goddamn this place." He lowered his head and began shaking it from side to side. Mat made his way on to the line. It was a disaster. Mat again lowered his head and began to shake it from side to side.
Just then, Maggie walked through the swinging door. "Hey Mat! How are you today?" She asked. She was getting excited for Christmas.
"Angry. Depressed. Stagnant. Really any of those three things are interchangeable. " Mat grumbled.
"Aw! But it's almost Christmas! Aren't you at least excited for that?"
"Ha! It's December 23rd and I can't even stand the thought of Christmas. The consumerism, the ridiculously crowded malls when you really need just one thing that you can't buy anywhere else. The worst though is how stupid people are while on the roads! I watched a kid get hit by a truck today and that dick just kept driving! The kid was okay, he got up and started flipping off the guy in the truck, but still. It makes me wonder why people get so crazy at this time of year. I mean it's just another day."
"Well Mat. Christmas is Jesus's birthday! See way way back 2,000 years ago..."
"I know the story Maggie. It's a work of fiction. It would make just as much sense to celebrate a holiday on Micky Mouse's birthday."
"Your a dick you know that Mat?"
"I do what I can. Look if your all upons Christmas, and you truly love it, then don't let me ruin it for you. I however find it to be a holiday of the seven deadly sins."
"haha! Oh Mat! It's good to see that even though your having a bad day you still have your humor in tact." Maggie said as she washed her hands and walked back through the swinging door.
Mat turned back to the line, grabbed the line check book. He stared at it. It was blank from the morning shift. "Well if you don't care, why should I?" He said as he placed the book back on the shelf. He then went into cleaning and stock mode, and while he was doing that, he thought.
Mat reflected on what the really meaning of Christmas was about. He thought about that poor kid that got hit by that asshole in the truck. He thought about how his extended family made him feel so badly about being 24 and still working in a kitchen. He even thought about how people always seemed to complain about how they spent so much money at Christmas that they were in debt for the rest of the year.
Finally after all the thoughts had filtered and the line clean and stocked, it was time to have a coffee. The night would be bad enough due to lack of people he had on, and made even worse by the fact that he would have no one on that he felt comfortable enough to chat with. This was what he felt his life would come to. Forever working in a kitchen.
Mat slipped into depression mode. Brooding and dark he grabbed a coffee. He scanned the dining room while pouring. There was one girl that could always cheer him up. They were just friends, yet he felt like there was a deeper connection between them. He attempted to ask her once how she felt, but she never answered him. She was sitting in the 90's with a few people. Mat sighed and morosely walked back into the kitchen.
She looked so happy, and he didn't want to ruin that. She deserved to be happy and not brought down by his brooding. Maggie came back into the kitchen.
"Seriously Mat, you need to cheer up. What's the thing that's most bothering you right at this moment?"
"Mostly, it's supervising right now. Jake's out of town, you'll be off soon and I am understaffed as usual. To make matters worse, the guys that are on aren't people who generally have intelligent conversations."
"True, but you should still make the best of it. Hey! I know what will cheer you up! That server you like is sitting in the 90s! Go talk to her! She always seems to put you in a better mood!"
"Thanks Maggie. I saw her there already, but she looks like she's in a good mood. Plus she is with people. I don't want to bring her down in front of her friends."
"You were starting to bring me down when you first got here! What's the difference?"
"Your my friend, I don't feel to badly about dampening your holiday cheer. he he!"
Maggie sighed, "Well you got me there. You should still cheer up a bit though." With that true, yet short insight, Maggie went back out front.
Suddenly it struck him! Like fryer oil on chicken fingers! Like salt on fries! The true meaning of Christmas! Mat raced out front, joy spreading through out him like wildfire! The message was loud and clear! He grabbed Maggie and drug her into the handicap washroom.
"I finally figured it out!" Mat cried with excitement!
"What?" Maggie asked with confusion.
"The meaning of Christmas! I found it!"
"Uhh... Don't they explain it in It's a Wonderful Life?"
"No. Christmas isn't about any of that! Christmas is about going into debt so that you have something to bitch about in the new year! It's about being selfish and disregarding other peoples needs! It's about being greedy and wanting more when you don't see that everything you have is more than enough! It's about spending time with people who make you feel like gum on the bottom of your shoe! It's about the consumerist marketing of some old, creepy pedophile in a red suit! It's about self gratification by means of useless gifts that no one wants or needs, and above all Christmas is about lies and deceit where the baby Jesus is concerned!" Mat poured out with joy!
"So... Merry Christmas Mat?" Maggie asked still confused by what Mat was talking about.
"Merry Consumerist bullshit holiday Maggie!"
Monday, December 22, 2008
How Magic Works: Social Engineering made easy
Flashy lights, smoke machines and disappearing ladies. We have all seen a Illusionist preform feats which boggle our minds. However, they are only that. Illusionists! They rely on sleight of hand to pull off their tricks. Really magic is much simpler to preform.
What magic essentially is, is the changing of mind set. The trick itself is convincing people that whatever you do or say is right, or that you are something you may not feel. This sounds a little complex and can be broken down and applied to anything that is going on around you.
The Game, written by Niel Strauss deals with the trial trial and error process of picking up women. Now what "Style" probably didn't realize while writing the book was that he created a personal myth, (which in all reality is changing how you go about things, and how you view the world), and was preforming magic, (By changing the way women viewed him in there world view).
This I found very interesting because it was as much intentional as it was unintentional. Yes he meant to change the views of women to suit his needs, but no he didn't mean to create a personal myth and thus a legend.
Another thing this exact dynamic has been applied to can be seen everynight at 6 pm. It's called the news. While the news itself has no personal myth, it does deal heavily with mythology, and since the news deals with mythology, it would stand to reason that it also "magical" changes public world views. Anyone I have ever talked with about the conflict in the middle east going on right now all say the same thing: "It's not as bad as the news makes it out to be".
This puts us in a perdicerment. Who are we going to believe? The soilders who have actually been there? Or the box that tells us that we are heading for world war 3 and that Jesus will soon be upon us? The myth perpetuated here is that almost all Musliem and Islamic people are terrorists. The world view is how horrible and dangerous the middle east is.
Starting to see a pattern here? This isn't something new. This knowledge has been around for a long time and can be applied to any situation. World War 2 also has another great example of this! Hitler was jailed for rallying people in a bar. While in jail he wrote a book called "My Struggle". The book itself was shoddily written and wasn't very easy to read because of Hitler's lack of skill. The book did outline how he planned to get into power, what he planned to do while in power and that he hated the Jewish people. Not all of what he wrote about came true, however he did perpetuate his own personal myth. His actions are what changed the world view in Germany.
Now before you go thinking that I'm a white power sympathsizer, I want to clairify that I am not. I'm merely pointing out the personal myth and how it changes world views. This is what magic is all about! No phoney spells to recite, no secret meetings at midnight and no sacrifices. All that there is to it is a pen and a peice of paper.
-A. Warren Johnson
What magic essentially is, is the changing of mind set. The trick itself is convincing people that whatever you do or say is right, or that you are something you may not feel. This sounds a little complex and can be broken down and applied to anything that is going on around you.
The Game, written by Niel Strauss deals with the trial trial and error process of picking up women. Now what "Style" probably didn't realize while writing the book was that he created a personal myth, (which in all reality is changing how you go about things, and how you view the world), and was preforming magic, (By changing the way women viewed him in there world view).
This I found very interesting because it was as much intentional as it was unintentional. Yes he meant to change the views of women to suit his needs, but no he didn't mean to create a personal myth and thus a legend.
Another thing this exact dynamic has been applied to can be seen everynight at 6 pm. It's called the news. While the news itself has no personal myth, it does deal heavily with mythology, and since the news deals with mythology, it would stand to reason that it also "magical" changes public world views. Anyone I have ever talked with about the conflict in the middle east going on right now all say the same thing: "It's not as bad as the news makes it out to be".
This puts us in a perdicerment. Who are we going to believe? The soilders who have actually been there? Or the box that tells us that we are heading for world war 3 and that Jesus will soon be upon us? The myth perpetuated here is that almost all Musliem and Islamic people are terrorists. The world view is how horrible and dangerous the middle east is.
Starting to see a pattern here? This isn't something new. This knowledge has been around for a long time and can be applied to any situation. World War 2 also has another great example of this! Hitler was jailed for rallying people in a bar. While in jail he wrote a book called "My Struggle". The book itself was shoddily written and wasn't very easy to read because of Hitler's lack of skill. The book did outline how he planned to get into power, what he planned to do while in power and that he hated the Jewish people. Not all of what he wrote about came true, however he did perpetuate his own personal myth. His actions are what changed the world view in Germany.
Now before you go thinking that I'm a white power sympathsizer, I want to clairify that I am not. I'm merely pointing out the personal myth and how it changes world views. This is what magic is all about! No phoney spells to recite, no secret meetings at midnight and no sacrifices. All that there is to it is a pen and a peice of paper.
-A. Warren Johnson
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
WoW! The great distraction.
Ahh, the wonderful World of Warcraft. A lot can be said about this game. For those who like it, well they are hopelessly addicted to it and no other mmorpg will do! They live and die by their toons. For those that make a career out of it... Well maybe it would be best if you got an actual job and some sunlight. Who knows, you may even meet a girl or guy! For those that loath it, well they just don't want the addiction and endless questing that goes along with commiting to this online enigma.
I try not to play that much, due to the overwhelming amount of social interaction I need to sustain my existance. With that in mind I seemed to have been emerging myself more and more into it. It's hard not to! It's not the gear or the questing I particularly care for, it's the social interaction dynamics of the game I like. Generally I only play with people I know in real life, it's not only more fun, but I am able to get some interaction with them without having to leave the house.
WoW also has another really attractive quaility: It's great for distracting you about real life matters. This is why I've been playing a lot more lately.
The new Wrath of the Lich King expansion I was really excited for, but didn't really get into it until this past week. It started out kind of slow, and a lot of the quests where recycled from the previous two games. However, the more you get into it, the more interesting the quests get and the more you want to know about the game! It's amazing how fast you get into it.
The biggest selling point for the game is one of the Horde quest chains. It's long, some of it is difficult, yet it is worth it! Simply put: Epic.
I'm not exactly sure what I was actually supposed to write about today. It wasn't at all focused on WoW, however I lost the original point, so I hope that this short and hard to follow blog gave you a little more insight into whatever it was I actually wanted to write about. Probably not, but one can always hope, right?
-A. Warren Johnson
I try not to play that much, due to the overwhelming amount of social interaction I need to sustain my existance. With that in mind I seemed to have been emerging myself more and more into it. It's hard not to! It's not the gear or the questing I particularly care for, it's the social interaction dynamics of the game I like. Generally I only play with people I know in real life, it's not only more fun, but I am able to get some interaction with them without having to leave the house.
WoW also has another really attractive quaility: It's great for distracting you about real life matters. This is why I've been playing a lot more lately.
The new Wrath of the Lich King expansion I was really excited for, but didn't really get into it until this past week. It started out kind of slow, and a lot of the quests where recycled from the previous two games. However, the more you get into it, the more interesting the quests get and the more you want to know about the game! It's amazing how fast you get into it.
The biggest selling point for the game is one of the Horde quest chains. It's long, some of it is difficult, yet it is worth it! Simply put: Epic.
I'm not exactly sure what I was actually supposed to write about today. It wasn't at all focused on WoW, however I lost the original point, so I hope that this short and hard to follow blog gave you a little more insight into whatever it was I actually wanted to write about. Probably not, but one can always hope, right?
-A. Warren Johnson
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Women and the Trust Issues with them.
Women. Like any good story, and the fall of almost every hero ever is women. Why? Because they are treacherous beasts. Foul and deceiving. They are not to be trusted one bit. As soon as you do, they put the knife in a twist. They love nothing more than to be in control, (although most spin out of control do to alcohol and drugs), yet fail to see what they mean to other people.
It's laughable to think that these counterparts can even be considered companions. They make work hard, but you never heard the end of what they always do! They say they want to be loved and hate when guys lie, cheat, womanize and degrade, however this is exactly who they will end up with.
Here's a thought: Try not going for the asshole who treats you oh so horribly and find a decent guy? Now with that said, I know I'm in the wrong when I say ALL women can't be trusted. There are good ones out there, but they usually don't get a decent guy until well into there 40s, after the 3 kids with the drunk abusive jock they oh-so-loved in high school, after the menopause, and well after they have a sex drive.
Maybe if woman would pick intellect over physical prowess, or how about actually forgetting that ex who used to beat you and fuck your friends? You could even try realizing that just maybe there is someone special in your life that you have over looked. The possibilities are endless.
Another down fall to women is oneitis! It sucks, it drives you crazy and if you ever get it, it is extremely hard to forget about. You will most likely end up in counciling and actually loath the girl you thought maybe the one.
I have recently decided to cast the woman enigma out of my life for the time being. It is pointless because all I ever feel is rage and resentment against women I try to form a lasting relationship with. I'm sick of feeling that way, and I am sick of being tormented by my emotions and thoughts.
By the way, this is one of the down falls of choosing the tragic hero for your basis of your personal myth. So I strongly advise that if you choose this label, you are fully prepared for the consequences that follow.
To end this absolutely spiteful post I shall leave on an upbeat note to bring joy in not so bright days. When you have a truly depressing day, and everything is against you, just think: Baby Carrots.
-A. Warren Johnson
It's laughable to think that these counterparts can even be considered companions. They make work hard, but you never heard the end of what they always do! They say they want to be loved and hate when guys lie, cheat, womanize and degrade, however this is exactly who they will end up with.
Here's a thought: Try not going for the asshole who treats you oh so horribly and find a decent guy? Now with that said, I know I'm in the wrong when I say ALL women can't be trusted. There are good ones out there, but they usually don't get a decent guy until well into there 40s, after the 3 kids with the drunk abusive jock they oh-so-loved in high school, after the menopause, and well after they have a sex drive.
Maybe if woman would pick intellect over physical prowess, or how about actually forgetting that ex who used to beat you and fuck your friends? You could even try realizing that just maybe there is someone special in your life that you have over looked. The possibilities are endless.
Another down fall to women is oneitis! It sucks, it drives you crazy and if you ever get it, it is extremely hard to forget about. You will most likely end up in counciling and actually loath the girl you thought maybe the one.
I have recently decided to cast the woman enigma out of my life for the time being. It is pointless because all I ever feel is rage and resentment against women I try to form a lasting relationship with. I'm sick of feeling that way, and I am sick of being tormented by my emotions and thoughts.
By the way, this is one of the down falls of choosing the tragic hero for your basis of your personal myth. So I strongly advise that if you choose this label, you are fully prepared for the consequences that follow.
To end this absolutely spiteful post I shall leave on an upbeat note to bring joy in not so bright days. When you have a truly depressing day, and everything is against you, just think: Baby Carrots.
-A. Warren Johnson
Monday, December 8, 2008
Searching: What should we do?
So here I am. 7:32 am. Somewhat awake and writing. Usually I wake up alone, but last night turned into yet another drinking fiasco and I woke up with two girls. Nothing happened between us and I don't have the energy to create some elaborate story about being able to pick up women. Instead I'm choosing a much more interesting path, and I really hope my typing doesn't wake them up...
Have you ever noticed that inspiration strikes at weird times? Whether it be to write, create a piece of art or compose a piece of music. I have a theory on this and why it happens in the first place. It is very basic and takes no time to think about the dynamics. It just happens. Why is the question, because you stop trying. When you give up trying and just have fun with things you tend to be much more successful at things.
A case for this would be when I was offered an opening gig for a fairly well known industrial band. The best part was I didn't have one complete song, and I didn't have a band. Why was it offered to me? Because I wasn't looking for it. That's simply why! I never went out of my way to seek it out, it just fell in my lap. I obviously declined due to lack of:
A.) Talent, (Showmanship, musical knowledge, etc.)
and B.) Resources, (Ride, Band, no complete songs, that sort of thing)
This may have been a great opportunity to get somewhere in life, but at the time I wasn't ready for it so I missed out. However, if there is one thing I've learned through listening to bad popular music from the 80's, it's that there are lots of opportunities, and if there isn't, well you can make them. Funny that I hear the pet shop boys at work everyday...
Anyway the point of all this murky scrawl is that if you want something, stop wanting it. It will come to you. With that said, whatever it is you want may not be exactly what you are looking for. A good example of this deals with relationships. That lovely saying we all hear whenever we have relationship problems that end horribly. Sometimes it's hard to let go, but if all you really want is to be loved, then it will fall into your lap, but you may want to be careful not to push it away when it finds you.
Well I'm about done rambling. I'm going to enjoy some coffee and watch some youtube really, really, REALLY low so I don't wake up my company. Until next time, be free, have fun and join a revolution!
Have you ever noticed that inspiration strikes at weird times? Whether it be to write, create a piece of art or compose a piece of music. I have a theory on this and why it happens in the first place. It is very basic and takes no time to think about the dynamics. It just happens. Why is the question, because you stop trying. When you give up trying and just have fun with things you tend to be much more successful at things.
A case for this would be when I was offered an opening gig for a fairly well known industrial band. The best part was I didn't have one complete song, and I didn't have a band. Why was it offered to me? Because I wasn't looking for it. That's simply why! I never went out of my way to seek it out, it just fell in my lap. I obviously declined due to lack of:
A.) Talent, (Showmanship, musical knowledge, etc.)
and B.) Resources, (Ride, Band, no complete songs, that sort of thing)
This may have been a great opportunity to get somewhere in life, but at the time I wasn't ready for it so I missed out. However, if there is one thing I've learned through listening to bad popular music from the 80's, it's that there are lots of opportunities, and if there isn't, well you can make them. Funny that I hear the pet shop boys at work everyday...
Anyway the point of all this murky scrawl is that if you want something, stop wanting it. It will come to you. With that said, whatever it is you want may not be exactly what you are looking for. A good example of this deals with relationships. That lovely saying we all hear whenever we have relationship problems that end horribly. Sometimes it's hard to let go, but if all you really want is to be loved, then it will fall into your lap, but you may want to be careful not to push it away when it finds you.
Well I'm about done rambling. I'm going to enjoy some coffee and watch some youtube really, really, REALLY low so I don't wake up my company. Until next time, be free, have fun and join a revolution!
Friday, November 28, 2008
Party people: Inproper Drug Use
Drugs and drug abuse have been on the incline in recent years. This is the official line from the CDC and Christian fundamentalists. The central question at this point of time is why?
A critical look at this problem shows that recreational drugs are used to relieve everything from boredom to anxiety and depression. Does this mean drugs actually help these problems? Probably not. In fact they cause the problems users use for. A full circle of an empty, shallow and useless existence.
Personally I do not have a problem with drug users, however I do seem to have a bias against them. It's not the fact that they use drugs, but they use drugs for the wrong reasons. These are the party people. They will stay up all night, and have a total disregard to personal health. This does not in anyway make the user a villain, it makes them a victim of their own self destruction.
I recently was awakened at 5 am the other morning to house full of people. Some of which were either under the influence of Cocaine or about to be. This presented a major problem because I like to sleep. Naturally I got up. Put on some coffee and observed.
The first thing I noticed was the loud and overpowering conversations. Mostly to do with meandering droning zombie noise one particularly unattractive wannabe musician that knew nothing about theory seemed to be on about. It was draining. My roommate then began about popular music and the dynamics of playing in a band, which inevitably led to the "Listen to the sound guy" speech I've heard before. High strangeness indeed.
Next, I noticed is that cocaine users love the bathroom. (I personally think it has to do with narcissism, they all tend to look into the mirror after ripping a line and they all have that: "I'm a rockstar" look while they fix their hair). Funny that you never see a line ripper pulling out their mirrors at Thanksgiving dinner. This is particularly annoying when pissing, they just talk, mostly about things that pertain to themselves, and anyone that is straight has no fucking idea what these people are talking about!
After my ordeal in my own washroom I went out to the living room. The book of Cocaine was on the ottoman. My roommate was getting ready to do a line while the girl I stopped seeing explained to him about why he shouldn't do to much coke. Now, my roommate is the type of guy that has done a lot of drugs before this. I mean a lot!!! However, it seems that cocaine seems to hieghten and fine tune the know it all attitude out in 17 year olds even more so than is usually present.
That was about all I could stand. I was annoyed, frusterated and ready to throw everyone out. I decided the best action would be to exit to my room. I put on Nine Inch Nails: With Teeth and decided to begin writing this article. Of all my observations I noticed something that was the key to how I was feeling. Rage. Why did I feel so mad by this complete display of social dissary? It had to do with why they were using drugs, not the actual act.
This brings me to my last point. What are the right reasons for recreational drug use? Like the Shamans and Witchdoctors, drug should be used to gain insight into ones self. They should be seen as a tool rather than a recreation. Visions and spirit quests were why drugs were used in the first place. They were moderate and taken for specific reasons.
If more people were to research the drugs they take recreationally than maybe they would gain a little more insight to the purpose and not use the excuse that they are addicted, or that they are bored. This is one possible solution for the inclination of drug use.
A critical look at this problem shows that recreational drugs are used to relieve everything from boredom to anxiety and depression. Does this mean drugs actually help these problems? Probably not. In fact they cause the problems users use for. A full circle of an empty, shallow and useless existence.
Personally I do not have a problem with drug users, however I do seem to have a bias against them. It's not the fact that they use drugs, but they use drugs for the wrong reasons. These are the party people. They will stay up all night, and have a total disregard to personal health. This does not in anyway make the user a villain, it makes them a victim of their own self destruction.
I recently was awakened at 5 am the other morning to house full of people. Some of which were either under the influence of Cocaine or about to be. This presented a major problem because I like to sleep. Naturally I got up. Put on some coffee and observed.
The first thing I noticed was the loud and overpowering conversations. Mostly to do with meandering droning zombie noise one particularly unattractive wannabe musician that knew nothing about theory seemed to be on about. It was draining. My roommate then began about popular music and the dynamics of playing in a band, which inevitably led to the "Listen to the sound guy" speech I've heard before. High strangeness indeed.
Next, I noticed is that cocaine users love the bathroom. (I personally think it has to do with narcissism, they all tend to look into the mirror after ripping a line and they all have that: "I'm a rockstar" look while they fix their hair). Funny that you never see a line ripper pulling out their mirrors at Thanksgiving dinner. This is particularly annoying when pissing, they just talk, mostly about things that pertain to themselves, and anyone that is straight has no fucking idea what these people are talking about!
After my ordeal in my own washroom I went out to the living room. The book of Cocaine was on the ottoman. My roommate was getting ready to do a line while the girl I stopped seeing explained to him about why he shouldn't do to much coke. Now, my roommate is the type of guy that has done a lot of drugs before this. I mean a lot!!! However, it seems that cocaine seems to hieghten and fine tune the know it all attitude out in 17 year olds even more so than is usually present.
That was about all I could stand. I was annoyed, frusterated and ready to throw everyone out. I decided the best action would be to exit to my room. I put on Nine Inch Nails: With Teeth and decided to begin writing this article. Of all my observations I noticed something that was the key to how I was feeling. Rage. Why did I feel so mad by this complete display of social dissary? It had to do with why they were using drugs, not the actual act.
This brings me to my last point. What are the right reasons for recreational drug use? Like the Shamans and Witchdoctors, drug should be used to gain insight into ones self. They should be seen as a tool rather than a recreation. Visions and spirit quests were why drugs were used in the first place. They were moderate and taken for specific reasons.
If more people were to research the drugs they take recreationally than maybe they would gain a little more insight to the purpose and not use the excuse that they are addicted, or that they are bored. This is one possible solution for the inclination of drug use.
Monday, November 17, 2008
The Art of Self Destruction
I plan on writing a book. It will be called the Art of Self Destruction: P.M.C. Made Easy. Be sure to look for it once I have it written and published.
Debauchery: The spectrum of good and evil
For once I'm at a loss for words. It doesn't happen very often and when it does, it lasts for a while. Friday night would be a great topic! However, I've been sworn to the utmost secrecy about it so I'm not able to write about it. One thing I can say on the subject that can some it up in one word: Debauchery. The next night however was exactly the opposite of the previous evening and can be summed up by the same word.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Household: Strengthening the myth
Recently I have taken up residence in a new house. The way this came to be was through a series of unforeseen events that sparked something that was liberating! My new place is very much older than it appears. The toilet leaks, the house holds a stale smoke and musty smell, and my bedroom is to small for all of my stuff. In other words: I love it!
The problem with my apartment was that it never felt like a home. It was more of a prison in which I felt trapped, lonely and depressed. Even World of Warcraft felt empty and meaningless when I played. (For those who are curious about my character I play a rogue named Impany on Cenarion Circle. My toon can also be found on facebook as Impany Undead Rogue). The simple dynamics of any household is simple: Live with someone you can stand. If you tend to like a clean up kept place, then live with someone clean and up kept. If you don't care about clean and up kept, then live with someone messy. If your lucky enough to be one of those people who could go either way, then live with whoever.
The success of your living status is determined by the company you keep. Mat is a roommate I had previously, and we get along great. Nether of us have ever fought in a yelling match with each other, and we are both fairly intelligent people. We understand that the world is in shambles, and see the flawed logic in such devices such as the anti-rape female condom. We also are overwhelmingly intuitive, although unlike Mat, I tend to question my intuition which tends to get me in more trouble than if I would have just followed my instinct in the first place. Our place is very successful for this reason.
Mat and I share another thing as well... We are both always broke. However we always have all the gizmos and gadgets that we need to pacify the time spent away from the internet. Mat primarily has always been a musician, but unlike most people that call themselves musicians, Mat seems to have an end goal. A vision. Something I as of yet have not mastered. Writing to me is something that I need to do. It gives me energy and it helps relax me, however, even though it is something I need to do, the lack of knowing what it is I would like to do with it is phenomenal!
The skill in my craft doesn't come from finely tuned machines capable of changing ones mood from the frequency waves caused by the strumming of 1 to 6 chords in a repetitious manner to produce music. No. My craft comes from the imagination and manipulation of words to skew ones thoughts and cause them to think in my terms of lifestyle for the brief 5 through 15 minutes that it takes to read an article, or blog, or even an instruction manual. Don't get what I'm saying wrong, anyone with any sort of I.Q. can pick up a pen, or type away at a keyboard. It's when you sit down with a purpose in mind to set something in motion and create something beautiful or dark and put other people in your world no matter how brief, or how long, that you begin to understand the magic of writing.
All in all, this move has been a positive change which I can only hope lasts. My household is successful, thus empowering me to be successful along with it.
The problem with my apartment was that it never felt like a home. It was more of a prison in which I felt trapped, lonely and depressed. Even World of Warcraft felt empty and meaningless when I played. (For those who are curious about my character I play a rogue named Impany on Cenarion Circle. My toon can also be found on facebook as Impany Undead Rogue). The simple dynamics of any household is simple: Live with someone you can stand. If you tend to like a clean up kept place, then live with someone clean and up kept. If you don't care about clean and up kept, then live with someone messy. If your lucky enough to be one of those people who could go either way, then live with whoever.
The success of your living status is determined by the company you keep. Mat is a roommate I had previously, and we get along great. Nether of us have ever fought in a yelling match with each other, and we are both fairly intelligent people. We understand that the world is in shambles, and see the flawed logic in such devices such as the anti-rape female condom. We also are overwhelmingly intuitive, although unlike Mat, I tend to question my intuition which tends to get me in more trouble than if I would have just followed my instinct in the first place. Our place is very successful for this reason.
Mat and I share another thing as well... We are both always broke. However we always have all the gizmos and gadgets that we need to pacify the time spent away from the internet. Mat primarily has always been a musician, but unlike most people that call themselves musicians, Mat seems to have an end goal. A vision. Something I as of yet have not mastered. Writing to me is something that I need to do. It gives me energy and it helps relax me, however, even though it is something I need to do, the lack of knowing what it is I would like to do with it is phenomenal!
The skill in my craft doesn't come from finely tuned machines capable of changing ones mood from the frequency waves caused by the strumming of 1 to 6 chords in a repetitious manner to produce music. No. My craft comes from the imagination and manipulation of words to skew ones thoughts and cause them to think in my terms of lifestyle for the brief 5 through 15 minutes that it takes to read an article, or blog, or even an instruction manual. Don't get what I'm saying wrong, anyone with any sort of I.Q. can pick up a pen, or type away at a keyboard. It's when you sit down with a purpose in mind to set something in motion and create something beautiful or dark and put other people in your world no matter how brief, or how long, that you begin to understand the magic of writing.
All in all, this move has been a positive change which I can only hope lasts. My household is successful, thus empowering me to be successful along with it.
Sunday, October 19, 2008
The Genesis: How to create your own mythos!
I have recently got an email about how to come up with your own personal mythos:
TO: "A. Warren Johnson" a.warrenjohnson@hotmail.com
FROM: "Max Jones" weirdsville_kid@hotmail.com
SUBJECT: How do I go about creating a personal myth?
Dear A. Warren,
I am 21 years old and seem t o have problems getting to where I want to be in my life. I have a wnderful girlfriend and an alright job, but I just don't feel happy. I readed your blog on writing a myth about yourself and selling your self to be more useful and get to where I want to be., The problem is that I have no idea how to go about writing a myth about myself. DO yuo have any advice on how to start writing one?
The easiest way to write your own personal myth is to figure out what you want to do with your life. One you have that figured out then you just picture yourself doing what it is that you most want, write adventures about yourself in this myth! Write things you want to accomplish! Write really anything that is logical and believable and you would be able to accomplish.
If your going to write about how you saved a girl from a fire breathing dragon that sort of reminded you of your mother-in-law, then that isn't really attainable and you should seriously reconsider what you are all about.
Another key thing is to stop playing MMORPGs. If you can grasp the concept of moderation, then by all means do it, however if you can't, then you should give up the ghost and do something with your life.
A personal myth doesn't only pertain to writing either. You don't need to know how to write to be able to write yourself doing what you want to do. Really all you are doing when you write a mythos is casting yourself in the lead role of your story. Your myth shouls contain goals and be used as an accomplishment chart of how you are going to go about things.
This may be a bad example but it serves the point of what I'm trying to say here. When Hitler was jail he wrote Mein Kampf which translated mean My Struggles. In this book he detailed how he was going to get into power and become the Furior of Germany. This was his personal mythos. Now you don't have to be a mad man bent on taking over the world to do this.
As a teen I used to write stories about myself through characters I created. Most of these were things that had already happend, but then I wrote a screenplay called Kitchen Life, this movie was never produced so don't bother looking for it. In Kitchen Life Mat is my main character and I ended up becoming that character and I noticed life mimicing art. I wasn't happy supervising in a kitchen and a lot of the story I noticed became reality. However it did serve as a good life lesson.
This can apply to anyone! If you are a recovering drug addict and you seriously don't want that life anymore, then you should write a mythos starting with why you got into that life in the first place, then a series of things that have happend to you to make you start rejecting it, then finally write about where you are in 1 year, 5 years, 10 years. This is pretty much what you do in any situation, but drug addiction is a good example.
The final thing any of you reading this should know is that the myth has to be realistic. It needs ups and downs. When you fail, it's not that you are not good enough to do what you want to do, it's just that you haven't gotten to the point you want to be at yet. Keep with it and you will get there!
TO: "A. Warren Johnson" a.warrenjohnson@hotmail.com
FROM: "Max Jones" weirdsville_kid@hotmail.com
SUBJECT: How do I go about creating a personal myth?
Dear A. Warren,
I am 21 years old and seem t o have problems getting to where I want to be in my life. I have a wnderful girlfriend and an alright job, but I just don't feel happy. I readed your blog on writing a myth about yourself and selling your self to be more useful and get to where I want to be., The problem is that I have no idea how to go about writing a myth about myself. DO yuo have any advice on how to start writing one?
The easiest way to write your own personal myth is to figure out what you want to do with your life. One you have that figured out then you just picture yourself doing what it is that you most want, write adventures about yourself in this myth! Write things you want to accomplish! Write really anything that is logical and believable and you would be able to accomplish.
If your going to write about how you saved a girl from a fire breathing dragon that sort of reminded you of your mother-in-law, then that isn't really attainable and you should seriously reconsider what you are all about.
Another key thing is to stop playing MMORPGs. If you can grasp the concept of moderation, then by all means do it, however if you can't, then you should give up the ghost and do something with your life.
A personal myth doesn't only pertain to writing either. You don't need to know how to write to be able to write yourself doing what you want to do. Really all you are doing when you write a mythos is casting yourself in the lead role of your story. Your myth shouls contain goals and be used as an accomplishment chart of how you are going to go about things.
This may be a bad example but it serves the point of what I'm trying to say here. When Hitler was jail he wrote Mein Kampf which translated mean My Struggles. In this book he detailed how he was going to get into power and become the Furior of Germany. This was his personal mythos. Now you don't have to be a mad man bent on taking over the world to do this.
As a teen I used to write stories about myself through characters I created. Most of these were things that had already happend, but then I wrote a screenplay called Kitchen Life, this movie was never produced so don't bother looking for it. In Kitchen Life Mat is my main character and I ended up becoming that character and I noticed life mimicing art. I wasn't happy supervising in a kitchen and a lot of the story I noticed became reality. However it did serve as a good life lesson.
This can apply to anyone! If you are a recovering drug addict and you seriously don't want that life anymore, then you should write a mythos starting with why you got into that life in the first place, then a series of things that have happend to you to make you start rejecting it, then finally write about where you are in 1 year, 5 years, 10 years. This is pretty much what you do in any situation, but drug addiction is a good example.
The final thing any of you reading this should know is that the myth has to be realistic. It needs ups and downs. When you fail, it's not that you are not good enough to do what you want to do, it's just that you haven't gotten to the point you want to be at yet. Keep with it and you will get there!
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Personal Mythos: World Views
World view and reality are very closely related. Everyone has a different way of looking at the world, yet the way you look at the world reflects what kind of reality you live in. My personal is rather complex, yet has one simple focus and motto: Question everything. The reason for this is I tend to have a problem when it comes to being controlled. Just to list a few things I have questioned include: Centralized banking, Religion, HIV/AIDS and the general motives of people.
When one embarks in a world view such as mine, there are side effects. Although everything has side effects. Now side effects usually manifest internally and effect you externally. A good example of this is paranoia. Paranoia starts in the psyche and generally end up always thinking someone or something is just around the corner waiting to silence you. Keep in mind that everyone has paranoia of some sort, whether it has to do with making a car payment or being a hypochondriac. It's just a matter of degree.
I have no problems with people that believe in the bible or in some sort of father figure that lives beyond time and space. If it works for you, then you should do it. In my case I spent 7 years of my life in church and took the bible in literal terms, however it started coming to my attention that religious figures are bad at math. This is about the time I started forming my own opinions and was told that I was a goat and not a sheep. This is very strange considering that the bible is full of people who go about worship and religious views in all sorts of different ways and were persecuted for their beliefs. Anyone in western organized religion always claim the world is 6,000 years old, yet if you actually take the bible as the literal word of God then you would draw the same conclusion I have: The world is 13,000 years old. "But do not forget this one thing, dear friends: With the Lord a day is like a thousand years, and a thousand years are like a day." 2 Peter 3.8 How did I get to 13,000. Simple. Let's revisit Genesis for a a minute. It states it took God 7 days to create the world. Okay, so that's 7,000 years in our time. Now if you go to the last book of Revelation, it states that there will be a 1,000 year reign of peace. Since the end of the world is just around the corner this 1,000 years has not happened yet. So now that leaves us with 6,000 years we have been around. 6,000 + 7,000= 13,000. My question now is why should I follow a religion based on a book that isn't even taken literally?
When it comes to Centralized banking, I already have a wordy and poorly thought out post pertaining to that, so you can read it at your own leisure.
HIV/AIDS has been considered a plague by the general population since the early 80s. That much I believe. Last year around this time I had a nervous breakdown due to this very subject. It was not a good point in my life. I am very much a hypochondriac and I think and dwell on things way to much. That's just another one of those lovely side effects of my world view. I started getting sick almost every week, I began to stop taking care of myself and displayed symptoms of HIV. Naturally I was extremely distrot and went to my doctor after 3 months of this suffering. I got one of those tests that claim should not be used for testing for HIV and came out with HIV-. This served to calm my nerves down slightly. My doctor told me something else however, something I wouldn't have expected a physician to say. AIDS is a social problem, it is really only previlaint in drug abusers. This is also what my close friend Mat had been telling me for years. I finally built up the courage to watch and HIV/AIDS documentary. To my amazment the only documentraies on AIDS are disident reseachers and doctors that are credential and make very good vaild questions that have of yet not been answered by the CDC or any other AIDS organization. The central question that is presented is largely is does HIV, (a retro-virus similar in genetic structure to the common cold), cause AIDS? Well when one looks at how testing for it is done it is enough to insert questions into ones mind. Testing for an ALIZA test has been known for not being reliable when it comes to HIV. Then they introduced the Western Blot test. This test may be go for somethings, yet for HIV it seems less then adaqute. The reason the Western Blot is not a very good test is that it is not standardized. In fact no HIV tests are standardized! You could be HIV+ in New York city and go to Los Angeles and be HIV-. This is not something that should be possible for a plague!!! One other thing that struck me was that AIDS has never really left it's original risk groups. For over 20 years AIDS has stayed within it's original risk groups. Also another possiblity that shouldn't be possible if this was a plague. If you want to beileve that HIV does cause AIDS, then that is in your own world view.
One other unique quality I possess is the expectation of death everyday. Not because I'm some sort of morbid goth kid that is into death, no. It has to do more with relfection of my life. Where I stand in the greater scheme of things, and where I eventually want to be. We all have a certain amount of time before we die, and we may as well do things we are good at and want to do.
All of this now can be put into context with the reality I live in. Reality is just as subjective as a world view. My reality is full of possiblities. Anything is possible and would not surprize me in the least. Conspiracy is just another side effect of the overall reality, and with any sort of conspiracy there will always be theories. JFK, 9/11, and even the Roswell Crash I find that people don't bother asking the question "how does this effect the over all picture?" The answer is that people get to involved with why it happend. Why did 9/11 happen? Doesn't matter. The point is that it did. When one asks why it enevitabley ends up in a theory on some website or in a book. This is why I question the motives of people. I would suggest that if anyone decides to switch their world views just by reading this, then they should proceed with caution. You may not like what you find out about yourself.
When one embarks in a world view such as mine, there are side effects. Although everything has side effects. Now side effects usually manifest internally and effect you externally. A good example of this is paranoia. Paranoia starts in the psyche and generally end up always thinking someone or something is just around the corner waiting to silence you. Keep in mind that everyone has paranoia of some sort, whether it has to do with making a car payment or being a hypochondriac. It's just a matter of degree.
I have no problems with people that believe in the bible or in some sort of father figure that lives beyond time and space. If it works for you, then you should do it. In my case I spent 7 years of my life in church and took the bible in literal terms, however it started coming to my attention that religious figures are bad at math. This is about the time I started forming my own opinions and was told that I was a goat and not a sheep. This is very strange considering that the bible is full of people who go about worship and religious views in all sorts of different ways and were persecuted for their beliefs. Anyone in western organized religion always claim the world is 6,000 years old, yet if you actually take the bible as the literal word of God then you would draw the same conclusion I have: The world is 13,000 years old. "But do not forget this one thing, dear friends: With the Lord a day is like a thousand years, and a thousand years are like a day." 2 Peter 3.8 How did I get to 13,000. Simple. Let's revisit Genesis for a a minute. It states it took God 7 days to create the world. Okay, so that's 7,000 years in our time. Now if you go to the last book of Revelation, it states that there will be a 1,000 year reign of peace. Since the end of the world is just around the corner this 1,000 years has not happened yet. So now that leaves us with 6,000 years we have been around. 6,000 + 7,000= 13,000. My question now is why should I follow a religion based on a book that isn't even taken literally?
When it comes to Centralized banking, I already have a wordy and poorly thought out post pertaining to that, so you can read it at your own leisure.
HIV/AIDS has been considered a plague by the general population since the early 80s. That much I believe. Last year around this time I had a nervous breakdown due to this very subject. It was not a good point in my life. I am very much a hypochondriac and I think and dwell on things way to much. That's just another one of those lovely side effects of my world view. I started getting sick almost every week, I began to stop taking care of myself and displayed symptoms of HIV. Naturally I was extremely distrot and went to my doctor after 3 months of this suffering. I got one of those tests that claim should not be used for testing for HIV and came out with HIV-. This served to calm my nerves down slightly. My doctor told me something else however, something I wouldn't have expected a physician to say. AIDS is a social problem, it is really only previlaint in drug abusers. This is also what my close friend Mat had been telling me for years. I finally built up the courage to watch and HIV/AIDS documentary. To my amazment the only documentraies on AIDS are disident reseachers and doctors that are credential and make very good vaild questions that have of yet not been answered by the CDC or any other AIDS organization. The central question that is presented is largely is does HIV, (a retro-virus similar in genetic structure to the common cold), cause AIDS? Well when one looks at how testing for it is done it is enough to insert questions into ones mind. Testing for an ALIZA test has been known for not being reliable when it comes to HIV. Then they introduced the Western Blot test. This test may be go for somethings, yet for HIV it seems less then adaqute. The reason the Western Blot is not a very good test is that it is not standardized. In fact no HIV tests are standardized! You could be HIV+ in New York city and go to Los Angeles and be HIV-. This is not something that should be possible for a plague!!! One other thing that struck me was that AIDS has never really left it's original risk groups. For over 20 years AIDS has stayed within it's original risk groups. Also another possiblity that shouldn't be possible if this was a plague. If you want to beileve that HIV does cause AIDS, then that is in your own world view.
One other unique quality I possess is the expectation of death everyday. Not because I'm some sort of morbid goth kid that is into death, no. It has to do more with relfection of my life. Where I stand in the greater scheme of things, and where I eventually want to be. We all have a certain amount of time before we die, and we may as well do things we are good at and want to do.
All of this now can be put into context with the reality I live in. Reality is just as subjective as a world view. My reality is full of possiblities. Anything is possible and would not surprize me in the least. Conspiracy is just another side effect of the overall reality, and with any sort of conspiracy there will always be theories. JFK, 9/11, and even the Roswell Crash I find that people don't bother asking the question "how does this effect the over all picture?" The answer is that people get to involved with why it happend. Why did 9/11 happen? Doesn't matter. The point is that it did. When one asks why it enevitabley ends up in a theory on some website or in a book. This is why I question the motives of people. I would suggest that if anyone decides to switch their world views just by reading this, then they should proceed with caution. You may not like what you find out about yourself.
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Warning: Writing has side effects!
It was Sunday evening. No one was around. The city felt like there has just been an outbreak of a new plague. I wondered the streets aimlessly for three hours in search of something to do to entertain myself. The most active place I came across was a coffee shop. There were about 15 people who looked as bored as I did. Amazing how uncreative we are as a race. I guess that is why Church is held on Sunday mornings. It seems the only viable resource to meet people.
After the three day drinking binge it would seem I had no money. I somehow managed to find $2.50 in my pocket for the coffee. I took a seat at the window. It somehow felt wrong that there was nobody walking around with any sort of purpose. Most of the people I know were in bed, or still at work. Alex called earlier, but I feel uneasy around her. It's not that she is creepy or unattractive, I think it's the vibe she gives off. It's sort of a I want to make you jealous to make you want me kind of thing. At some point maybe I'll want her, but not at this point in time. I need a focus. A career maybe? This is what I reflected on.
Work had been very boring lately. It seems I spend more money working then I would if I weren't. I ponder why writing has a such a valid place in my life. Every time I actual sit down and write out an article, it seems I don't accomplish anything. Just passing time. It's not just with writing I feel this way about. Kitchen work always does this to me. Feeling worn out, feeling a loss of self, feeling of missing something greater in my life. All of these thoughts stirred in my head! Goddamn thoughts.
"HEY!" She said in a commanding voice. It was Alex. Funny how these things always tend to happen. I blew her off to sit alone and be miserable. Somehow she ended up seeing me anyway. Goddamn coincidence. She slide into the seat across from me and asked why I hadn't called her back. I simply replied that I was supposed to meet Matt here. It was a lie. I had no intentions of seeing anyone. Looking at this from hindsight, misery loves company.
The music was blasting at the bar. There was no one here save for the 5 of us that had just walked in. Alex had talked me into coming out. Goddamn the noise, and goddamn her. The more she tried to brighten my spirits, the more I felt worse. By the end of the first song I tried to leave. It wasn't happening. Around 12:30 am more people started to show up. I thought it a bit strange that a bar would be open Sunday night, but I guess they also need to generate some revenue.
I was able to sneak out under the radar while the remaining four joined another small group of three. I lied and said I was going to use the washroom. As I opened the back door the bouncer reminded me I would have to wait in line to get back in. I found this almost comical due to the lack of business. The weather was almost freezing, and it was lightly raining. I walked in a sort of hurried fashion towards the front of the bar and to my van.
I opened my door, slide in, turned the key and put it in reverse. I almost hit a cop car that was stopped a little to close behind my van, but I managed to get out of the stall with centimeters to spare! It was a small victory. I raced home.
Determined to find some sort of purpose to why I felt so useless and shitty I began to write on my blog. Instead of useful and/or insightful thoughts, I seemed to excel at writing down utter gibberish. Jesus I felt like an emo kid! I wanted nothing more then to be shot in the back of the head for writing emotional garbage. (I did however come up with a new look: The Cry Cry Die Stare. Extremely useful for when someone is yelling at you to show dominance, it pretty much is more patronizing then submissive.) I decided I should check my email.
I have recently began reading "The Game" by Niel Strauss. It is a humorous book and has pretty much ruined my life as bad as WoW. Although I am now in a PUA support group, I have yet to find God. I have also joined his fan mail club to gain some better insight on the dynamics of how to become a writer for Rolling Stone or some other magazine, however I just get emails of how to become an alpha male. I also recieved a few emails from his mentor and friend Mystery. Both are generic and serve to answer many questions men have about picking up women. I decided to respond to both of them:
TO: "Neil Strauss"
SUBJECT: What Separates A Winner From A Loser Is... A Career?
Hello Style, (Mr. Strauss),
I'm A. Warren. I wish to share some personal information with you. A. Warren as you may have already guessed is my somewhat alias. It is a point of interest that Warren and Johnson are technically part of my real name. The reasoning behind using part of my real name is simple, (as are most things in my life), it is to illustrate the effectiveness to hide in plain sight. In the past month I have realized my full potential with a little help from my friends D*** and M***. All they did was simply enhance my personal mythos.
Now as a writer, you of all people will understand the need for a mythos. It seems to serve not only as a moral compass, but also points one to the direction your life should take. This email is not about my quest for women. I come in under the radar enough and have the potential to become a PUA, however I do not feel this to be the right time for that. As a 24 year old male, I seem to be lacking something I feel I should already have. Well... Technically I do have, yet am unable to cash in on. The need is for a slightly different game then the one described in your book. It's the career game.
As you already could have guessed, I want to be a writer. In order to be a good writer they must:
A.) Be able to observe, and absorb surroundings. Research all possible resources.
B.) Be able to keep track of facts and expirences to present in a purposful and enriched 2-D eviroment.
Both of these things I am able to do. What I simply lack is a possibility of oppertunity. I understand the fact that you personally have taken what you learned with your time as a PUA and applied it to your everyday life. I would love to be able to do that. I don't however share the same expirence of hanging out with PUAs and find it slightly awkward to put the dynamics of gaming into a career light. Which leads me enevitably back to the need for a mythos. By creating this mythos of myself as a writer I have lost sight of what I need to accomplish in order to be able to meet my ultimate goal. I'm sure you get these types of emails all the time, (and I really don't mean to waste your time), but I just have a simple question: How do I create windows of oppertunity with magazine or newspaper publisher?
TO: "Mystery"
SUBJECT: URGENT SENSITIVE INFORMATION (from A. Warren)
Hey Mystery,
It's A. Warren. So you heard of my gaming skills? I doubt it greatly as I am fairly new to this whole game thing. I appreciate the gesture you have shown, yet I am nowhere near being a PUA as of yet. This requires time, and I have been unable to fully commit myself to the "game" as your respective community has come to know it. Now that the secret of my non-puaness is out, I will let you in on some of my secrets.
Total Time Spent: 50h, (thus far)
Total Score: 47
Sticking Points: Unafraid of approach. C.O.A. almost all of the time. Able to exract personal information w/o asking.
Negative Self Restraints: S.A.S. Bored easily. Hates people.
That about sums up my gaming xp. You don't need to send me generic emails about how game you are. I know. Your a pro. However, if you wish to actually talk to me, you may email me and chat. Unlike Style, Papa or any of the others you have taught to become PUAs, I'm comfortable with the basics at this point. Maybe someday I to will be a PUA, however for the time being, I'm much more interested in setting my career path towards writing. I hope I have cleared up any confusions that may have occured from this email. I wish you all the best, and may the seduction force bring you joy for years to come.
With regards,
- A. Warren Johnson
These are my actual emails. No editing. No falsifications. The open and honest truth. (As of yet I haven't recieved any responses back from either Neil or Mystery, but rest assure that when I will at least let you know.) After I sent these messages I immediatly stopped feeling that personal self doubt. What they did was help once again re-enforce my personal myth. I have been laying the foundation to a legacy, and one day I will reach my full potential, but until then I will just keep building. Piece by piece. Peace.
After the three day drinking binge it would seem I had no money. I somehow managed to find $2.50 in my pocket for the coffee. I took a seat at the window. It somehow felt wrong that there was nobody walking around with any sort of purpose. Most of the people I know were in bed, or still at work. Alex called earlier, but I feel uneasy around her. It's not that she is creepy or unattractive, I think it's the vibe she gives off. It's sort of a I want to make you jealous to make you want me kind of thing. At some point maybe I'll want her, but not at this point in time. I need a focus. A career maybe? This is what I reflected on.
Work had been very boring lately. It seems I spend more money working then I would if I weren't. I ponder why writing has a such a valid place in my life. Every time I actual sit down and write out an article, it seems I don't accomplish anything. Just passing time. It's not just with writing I feel this way about. Kitchen work always does this to me. Feeling worn out, feeling a loss of self, feeling of missing something greater in my life. All of these thoughts stirred in my head! Goddamn thoughts.
"HEY!" She said in a commanding voice. It was Alex. Funny how these things always tend to happen. I blew her off to sit alone and be miserable. Somehow she ended up seeing me anyway. Goddamn coincidence. She slide into the seat across from me and asked why I hadn't called her back. I simply replied that I was supposed to meet Matt here. It was a lie. I had no intentions of seeing anyone. Looking at this from hindsight, misery loves company.
The music was blasting at the bar. There was no one here save for the 5 of us that had just walked in. Alex had talked me into coming out. Goddamn the noise, and goddamn her. The more she tried to brighten my spirits, the more I felt worse. By the end of the first song I tried to leave. It wasn't happening. Around 12:30 am more people started to show up. I thought it a bit strange that a bar would be open Sunday night, but I guess they also need to generate some revenue.
I was able to sneak out under the radar while the remaining four joined another small group of three. I lied and said I was going to use the washroom. As I opened the back door the bouncer reminded me I would have to wait in line to get back in. I found this almost comical due to the lack of business. The weather was almost freezing, and it was lightly raining. I walked in a sort of hurried fashion towards the front of the bar and to my van.
I opened my door, slide in, turned the key and put it in reverse. I almost hit a cop car that was stopped a little to close behind my van, but I managed to get out of the stall with centimeters to spare! It was a small victory. I raced home.
Determined to find some sort of purpose to why I felt so useless and shitty I began to write on my blog. Instead of useful and/or insightful thoughts, I seemed to excel at writing down utter gibberish. Jesus I felt like an emo kid! I wanted nothing more then to be shot in the back of the head for writing emotional garbage. (I did however come up with a new look: The Cry Cry Die Stare. Extremely useful for when someone is yelling at you to show dominance, it pretty much is more patronizing then submissive.) I decided I should check my email.
I have recently began reading "The Game" by Niel Strauss. It is a humorous book and has pretty much ruined my life as bad as WoW. Although I am now in a PUA support group, I have yet to find God. I have also joined his fan mail club to gain some better insight on the dynamics of how to become a writer for Rolling Stone or some other magazine, however I just get emails of how to become an alpha male. I also recieved a few emails from his mentor and friend Mystery. Both are generic and serve to answer many questions men have about picking up women. I decided to respond to both of them:
TO: "Neil Strauss"
SUBJECT: What Separates A Winner From A Loser Is... A Career?
Hello Style, (Mr. Strauss),
I'm A. Warren. I wish to share some personal information with you. A. Warren as you may have already guessed is my somewhat alias. It is a point of interest that Warren and Johnson are technically part of my real name. The reasoning behind using part of my real name is simple, (as are most things in my life), it is to illustrate the effectiveness to hide in plain sight. In the past month I have realized my full potential with a little help from my friends D*** and M***. All they did was simply enhance my personal mythos.
Now as a writer, you of all people will understand the need for a mythos. It seems to serve not only as a moral compass, but also points one to the direction your life should take. This email is not about my quest for women. I come in under the radar enough and have the potential to become a PUA, however I do not feel this to be the right time for that. As a 24 year old male, I seem to be lacking something I feel I should already have. Well... Technically I do have, yet am unable to cash in on. The need is for a slightly different game then the one described in your book. It's the career game.
As you already could have guessed, I want to be a writer. In order to be a good writer they must:
A.) Be able to observe, and absorb surroundings. Research all possible resources.
B.) Be able to keep track of facts and expirences to present in a purposful and enriched 2-D eviroment.
Both of these things I am able to do. What I simply lack is a possibility of oppertunity. I understand the fact that you personally have taken what you learned with your time as a PUA and applied it to your everyday life. I would love to be able to do that. I don't however share the same expirence of hanging out with PUAs and find it slightly awkward to put the dynamics of gaming into a career light. Which leads me enevitably back to the need for a mythos. By creating this mythos of myself as a writer I have lost sight of what I need to accomplish in order to be able to meet my ultimate goal. I'm sure you get these types of emails all the time, (and I really don't mean to waste your time), but I just have a simple question: How do I create windows of oppertunity with magazine or newspaper publisher?
TO: "Mystery"
SUBJECT: URGENT SENSITIVE INFORMATION (from A. Warren)
Hey Mystery,
It's A. Warren. So you heard of my gaming skills? I doubt it greatly as I am fairly new to this whole game thing. I appreciate the gesture you have shown, yet I am nowhere near being a PUA as of yet. This requires time, and I have been unable to fully commit myself to the "game" as your respective community has come to know it. Now that the secret of my non-puaness is out, I will let you in on some of my secrets.
Total Time Spent: 50h, (thus far)
Total Score: 47
Sticking Points: Unafraid of approach. C.O.A. almost all of the time. Able to exract personal information w/o asking.
Negative Self Restraints: S.A.S. Bored easily. Hates people.
That about sums up my gaming xp. You don't need to send me generic emails about how game you are. I know. Your a pro. However, if you wish to actually talk to me, you may email me and chat. Unlike Style, Papa or any of the others you have taught to become PUAs, I'm comfortable with the basics at this point. Maybe someday I to will be a PUA, however for the time being, I'm much more interested in setting my career path towards writing. I hope I have cleared up any confusions that may have occured from this email. I wish you all the best, and may the seduction force bring you joy for years to come.
With regards,
- A. Warren Johnson
These are my actual emails. No editing. No falsifications. The open and honest truth. (As of yet I haven't recieved any responses back from either Neil or Mystery, but rest assure that when I will at least let you know.) After I sent these messages I immediatly stopped feeling that personal self doubt. What they did was help once again re-enforce my personal myth. I have been laying the foundation to a legacy, and one day I will reach my full potential, but until then I will just keep building. Piece by piece. Peace.
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Warning: Cooking has side effects!
It was quite early. As near as I could figure, it was around 7. The incessant buzz from the alarm I have had since grade 9 has been going off for about a half hour. I was late for work. The kitchen life is serious. Cooking is serious business! Actually cooking is one of the early warning signs of trepanation. Cooking leads to a lot of things you never thought you would do. Most of which are self destructive and eventually lead to insanity.
At the tender age of 18 I thought it would be an adventure. I thought I would do it for a few months and then find something better. That something better never came along, and through seven long years of hellish torture I have finally realized something about myself. I fucked up. I never did go back to school, and I never followed my dreams. Today was the day that this was all going to change.
I rolled out of bed bleary eyed and hungover, (cooking also leads to alcoholism), forcing myself to enter the world of consciousness. I was slightly surprised to see one of the servers I worked with lying next to me. The events of the previous night started to slowly trickle back into my mind. We had fucked, at least that much was obvious due to the used condom and clothes strewn about my bedroom floor.
I didn't wake her. Instead I made my way to the bathroom. My scrawny white ass chilly from the cool breeze blowing through my window, and making it's way down the hall. In the bathroom I pissed. Oh god did I piss. It was like watching a river flooding out of my bell end. I washed my hands, flushed the toilet and went back to my room. I was on the hunt for some rudimentary garments I could easily fling off to put my uniform on. After about 15 minutes of a whirlwind of confusion I finally was dressed. I was already late, and now it was merely a matter of degree.
I raced to work! Blowing every stop sign and red light on the way. Some would consider this reckless, however I tend to view it as just another side effect of the kitchen life. I knew Dave would be in at 9 so I didn't sweat my lateness much. I had bigger problems, I still had to cook! When I got to work at 7:20, I knew I was fucked. My general manager was letting people in the front door. Security must have called him to ask why the restaurant wasn't unarmed yet.
After everyone was in he kepted me outside to talk with me. The conversation went like this:
Steve: Why are you late?
A. Warren: I think I drank a bit to much last night and was abducted by aliens.
Steve: Do you think this is a game? We have a responsibility to our jobs, and those responsibilities include being here on time! You are one of the top people here, you better than most should know this already!
A. Warren: I know. It's just been busy lately and I haven't been getting much sleep. I thought the booze would help.
Steve: I know what you mean man, I've been where you are before. I know I don't seem like it, but I have. Then one day something snapped. I wanted something more. I wanted the girlfriend, the big cheques, the good life. That's when I realized I need to step up and become a manager. Eventually the other things fell into place. Personally I would like to see you as a manager rather than Shane.
A. Warren: Really? Why? I'm not the best at following rules, or even keeping staff in line!
Steve: I know that, but people respect you a lot more. They know your the nice guy that tries his best to help them out in any situation. Shane is very angry. Now I'm not mad that your late, I'm more upset with the fact that you don't even see your potential. Your capable of great things. Now go and get your morning shit done, and don't let David come in today if he comes late. Send him home.
For a split second I almost fell for it. All this pep talk was was a very sly way of saying quit fucking up. I really don't want you here, and you should do something with your life! That's what he really meant to say. One point I should bring up is the David he was talking about was a line opener, not my FOH counterpart. Now the fun began.
Steve had left me with an unsettling feeling that something bad was about to happen that day. I never got off that easy. As I reviewed the memos scribbled in the log something caught my eye. Something that I really didn't want. A reservation. It wasn't a small and easy 4 top either. No one is ever that lucky. Instead it was a reservation for 50. The cold undead childern cried. To make matters worse, it was for 3:30. This definetly meant overtime. The cold undead childern cried on.
Opening a kitchen isn't the worst thing in the world. That is if you have the right players on. As it was David pulled a no show which meant I had to set up the line, and the prep cook on hated me. Not a very promising start. I went into auto-piolet, (which I ususally did whenever I opened), and burned through my counts, prep chart and set up. This brought me to 9 am. This meant Dave would be here in a half hour.
My ever so loathing prep cook began snarling at me that she was short on products she needed to complete her prep chart. A glimmer of light through the ever darkening storm. This meant I had to go to Shoppers. I locked up the office and headed for my vehicle, list in hand. I needed at least 6 items, and I was sure there would be more when I got back, which meant another jaunt over to the Save-On across the street.
My head was pounding and the traffic was terrible. Everybody has no concept of safety at 9:10 in the morning. I narrowly managed to make it to Shoppers unscathed. My eyes were not yet adjusted to the sun, and I had 15 minutes to get these six items. (15 minutes was my own timeframe not the restaurants). I blindly raced through the isles half aware of what I was actually grabbing, yet somehow it worked out. I used the charge account and signed my name like so many times before, and headed out the door. I almost ran down an elderly couple with the cart. If they are reading, I'm truly sorry.
After this whole ordeal I went through the Tim Horton's drive through to get coffees for everyone. The surley prep cook on would bitch about her coffee, but I figured it would be a nice gesture to get her one anyway. Then it was back to work!
With my hangover in tact and all the items I had on my Shopper's run in my car and the Tim Horton's coffees spilling all over the interior of my car, I finally made it back in time to see Dave just pulling up ready to start the day. He looked as tired as me. Most likely due to the heavy lager we had been enjoying the night before. I pulled in beside him and hopped out of my transport to say a quick hello and ring the backdoor buzzer. My ever growing snide prep cook answered, pissed off as usual. I made her bring in the items herself, then gave her the coffee I bought her.
Dave and I stood outside smoking and talking until 10 am. It was our usual Sunday morning ritual. The subject of our conversation mostly had to due with how we could betterly gear our toons to get to 70 faster in World of Warcraft. We then headed inside. Both of us were not completely there, yet we both could function well enough to to do what we needed to do for the day.
Once we started getting tables around 11:30, I had already been chastisised by Jesse, (another fellow WoW player), for not being on last night and drinking my face off instead, the server I woke up next to called in sick, and we had no unthawed buger patties. (In retrospective of this last point, I should have pulled some and thawed them). Oh boy! Lunch had began. The two and a half hour flurry of bills sent my mind reeling. I was getting yelled at by everyone, and had no idea how much longer I could keep myself from passing out. Finally, it stopped. The world started becoming clearer, and I was starting not to feel as hungover as I had been the rest of the day.
Dave and I went for another cigerette out back. We both started laughing that we had just survived the day from hell that we had both self induced the night before. Then we did what most people do. We began the replay of events.
When I returned home hagared and ready to die I realized someone was in my bed. At first, (since I am not very logical), I thought it was my cats for once getting along. As I pulled the covers off of the figure I remembered that it was the server who called in. I'll never forget her sweet and somewhat loud words: "Come back to bed and turn off the light!"
At the tender age of 18 I thought it would be an adventure. I thought I would do it for a few months and then find something better. That something better never came along, and through seven long years of hellish torture I have finally realized something about myself. I fucked up. I never did go back to school, and I never followed my dreams. Today was the day that this was all going to change.
I rolled out of bed bleary eyed and hungover, (cooking also leads to alcoholism), forcing myself to enter the world of consciousness. I was slightly surprised to see one of the servers I worked with lying next to me. The events of the previous night started to slowly trickle back into my mind. We had fucked, at least that much was obvious due to the used condom and clothes strewn about my bedroom floor.
I didn't wake her. Instead I made my way to the bathroom. My scrawny white ass chilly from the cool breeze blowing through my window, and making it's way down the hall. In the bathroom I pissed. Oh god did I piss. It was like watching a river flooding out of my bell end. I washed my hands, flushed the toilet and went back to my room. I was on the hunt for some rudimentary garments I could easily fling off to put my uniform on. After about 15 minutes of a whirlwind of confusion I finally was dressed. I was already late, and now it was merely a matter of degree.
I raced to work! Blowing every stop sign and red light on the way. Some would consider this reckless, however I tend to view it as just another side effect of the kitchen life. I knew Dave would be in at 9 so I didn't sweat my lateness much. I had bigger problems, I still had to cook! When I got to work at 7:20, I knew I was fucked. My general manager was letting people in the front door. Security must have called him to ask why the restaurant wasn't unarmed yet.
After everyone was in he kepted me outside to talk with me. The conversation went like this:
Steve: Why are you late?
A. Warren: I think I drank a bit to much last night and was abducted by aliens.
Steve: Do you think this is a game? We have a responsibility to our jobs, and those responsibilities include being here on time! You are one of the top people here, you better than most should know this already!
A. Warren: I know. It's just been busy lately and I haven't been getting much sleep. I thought the booze would help.
Steve: I know what you mean man, I've been where you are before. I know I don't seem like it, but I have. Then one day something snapped. I wanted something more. I wanted the girlfriend, the big cheques, the good life. That's when I realized I need to step up and become a manager. Eventually the other things fell into place. Personally I would like to see you as a manager rather than Shane.
A. Warren: Really? Why? I'm not the best at following rules, or even keeping staff in line!
Steve: I know that, but people respect you a lot more. They know your the nice guy that tries his best to help them out in any situation. Shane is very angry. Now I'm not mad that your late, I'm more upset with the fact that you don't even see your potential. Your capable of great things. Now go and get your morning shit done, and don't let David come in today if he comes late. Send him home.
For a split second I almost fell for it. All this pep talk was was a very sly way of saying quit fucking up. I really don't want you here, and you should do something with your life! That's what he really meant to say. One point I should bring up is the David he was talking about was a line opener, not my FOH counterpart. Now the fun began.
Steve had left me with an unsettling feeling that something bad was about to happen that day. I never got off that easy. As I reviewed the memos scribbled in the log something caught my eye. Something that I really didn't want. A reservation. It wasn't a small and easy 4 top either. No one is ever that lucky. Instead it was a reservation for 50. The cold undead childern cried. To make matters worse, it was for 3:30. This definetly meant overtime. The cold undead childern cried on.
Opening a kitchen isn't the worst thing in the world. That is if you have the right players on. As it was David pulled a no show which meant I had to set up the line, and the prep cook on hated me. Not a very promising start. I went into auto-piolet, (which I ususally did whenever I opened), and burned through my counts, prep chart and set up. This brought me to 9 am. This meant Dave would be here in a half hour.
My ever so loathing prep cook began snarling at me that she was short on products she needed to complete her prep chart. A glimmer of light through the ever darkening storm. This meant I had to go to Shoppers. I locked up the office and headed for my vehicle, list in hand. I needed at least 6 items, and I was sure there would be more when I got back, which meant another jaunt over to the Save-On across the street.
My head was pounding and the traffic was terrible. Everybody has no concept of safety at 9:10 in the morning. I narrowly managed to make it to Shoppers unscathed. My eyes were not yet adjusted to the sun, and I had 15 minutes to get these six items. (15 minutes was my own timeframe not the restaurants). I blindly raced through the isles half aware of what I was actually grabbing, yet somehow it worked out. I used the charge account and signed my name like so many times before, and headed out the door. I almost ran down an elderly couple with the cart. If they are reading, I'm truly sorry.
After this whole ordeal I went through the Tim Horton's drive through to get coffees for everyone. The surley prep cook on would bitch about her coffee, but I figured it would be a nice gesture to get her one anyway. Then it was back to work!
With my hangover in tact and all the items I had on my Shopper's run in my car and the Tim Horton's coffees spilling all over the interior of my car, I finally made it back in time to see Dave just pulling up ready to start the day. He looked as tired as me. Most likely due to the heavy lager we had been enjoying the night before. I pulled in beside him and hopped out of my transport to say a quick hello and ring the backdoor buzzer. My ever growing snide prep cook answered, pissed off as usual. I made her bring in the items herself, then gave her the coffee I bought her.
Dave and I stood outside smoking and talking until 10 am. It was our usual Sunday morning ritual. The subject of our conversation mostly had to due with how we could betterly gear our toons to get to 70 faster in World of Warcraft. We then headed inside. Both of us were not completely there, yet we both could function well enough to to do what we needed to do for the day.
Once we started getting tables around 11:30, I had already been chastisised by Jesse, (another fellow WoW player), for not being on last night and drinking my face off instead, the server I woke up next to called in sick, and we had no unthawed buger patties. (In retrospective of this last point, I should have pulled some and thawed them). Oh boy! Lunch had began. The two and a half hour flurry of bills sent my mind reeling. I was getting yelled at by everyone, and had no idea how much longer I could keep myself from passing out. Finally, it stopped. The world started becoming clearer, and I was starting not to feel as hungover as I had been the rest of the day.
Dave and I went for another cigerette out back. We both started laughing that we had just survived the day from hell that we had both self induced the night before. Then we did what most people do. We began the replay of events.
When I returned home hagared and ready to die I realized someone was in my bed. At first, (since I am not very logical), I thought it was my cats for once getting along. As I pulled the covers off of the figure I remembered that it was the server who called in. I'll never forget her sweet and somewhat loud words: "Come back to bed and turn off the light!"
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Mythos: The magical world of writing.
I have recently received emails from readers of my blog about how they can get their stuff published. The rules of this bleary eyed, coffee addicted, cigarette burning industry are as follows:
1.) Do a biography and hype yourself up, and be sure to promote your writing! Then when people go to look for your stuff they won't be able to find it. Then what you do is claim your collective writings have been banned due to content, then start an online petition to get your content into print.
2.) When you do get picked up by someone who cares enough to publish your material, you will surely get responses out the ass about your content not being very graphic/controversial or whatever your claims maybe, you simple sell the masses the line: “I KNOW! They brought in an editor who took all the goods out!” This should tied most of them over, but the next step is tricky and should probably be performed while your scrawl is being published.
3.) Go back and dirty up your work! It is quintessential to dirty up your work, as well as fun! What you do is simply go back and back up your claims. If your story is about a reckless drunk driver that runs over a boy and befriends his dog, go back and make the boys death as gory and detailed as possible! Make it ridiculously and senselessly violent! It not only validates your claim, but also helps when you release the missing gorefest part exclusively on your blog, or in a comic strip, or whatever format you get published in.
4.) Come up with another story/article fast! Make it in the same vein, but make it unique and twice as strange, weird or whatever your genre is. Be sure not to skip the stuff you have just gotten published for. If you do happen to stray from your initial success, be sure you write about how you were inspired by some vague and obscure thing that has led you to God. However, if you do go down this path, be warned. You MUST discredit all previous work and state it should be burned.
5.) Once you have been published, you would do best to work on a self image. I don’t mean a portrait either. What you need to do is work on the character you have created to play you. You don’t always need to be this character, but you need to be them whenever your out in the public eye. It will not only boost your readers, it will get you some notoriety in the tabloids, and the is good for publicity!
These are the rules. Love them. Live them. It’s your myth, now make it real!
1.) Do a biography and hype yourself up, and be sure to promote your writing! Then when people go to look for your stuff they won't be able to find it. Then what you do is claim your collective writings have been banned due to content, then start an online petition to get your content into print.
2.) When you do get picked up by someone who cares enough to publish your material, you will surely get responses out the ass about your content not being very graphic/controversial or whatever your claims maybe, you simple sell the masses the line: “I KNOW! They brought in an editor who took all the goods out!” This should tied most of them over, but the next step is tricky and should probably be performed while your scrawl is being published.
3.) Go back and dirty up your work! It is quintessential to dirty up your work, as well as fun! What you do is simply go back and back up your claims. If your story is about a reckless drunk driver that runs over a boy and befriends his dog, go back and make the boys death as gory and detailed as possible! Make it ridiculously and senselessly violent! It not only validates your claim, but also helps when you release the missing gorefest part exclusively on your blog, or in a comic strip, or whatever format you get published in.
4.) Come up with another story/article fast! Make it in the same vein, but make it unique and twice as strange, weird or whatever your genre is. Be sure not to skip the stuff you have just gotten published for. If you do happen to stray from your initial success, be sure you write about how you were inspired by some vague and obscure thing that has led you to God. However, if you do go down this path, be warned. You MUST discredit all previous work and state it should be burned.
5.) Once you have been published, you would do best to work on a self image. I don’t mean a portrait either. What you need to do is work on the character you have created to play you. You don’t always need to be this character, but you need to be them whenever your out in the public eye. It will not only boost your readers, it will get you some notoriety in the tabloids, and the is good for publicity!
These are the rules. Love them. Live them. It’s your myth, now make it real!
Aliens: They're not just at the borders anymore!
Have you ever looked up at the night sky and wondered if there is other life, on some distant planet, in some different solar system? I know that I have and for many of years, I also believed that there was! Of course I have since changed my views upon the subject of Aliens. I am not a skeptic. I just don't think that the beings entering this plain of existence. If you don't know anything about the subject of aliens, then just so you know there are four arguments that can be made about them. They are as follows:
1.) The Skeptic - A skeptic is known for their unique ability to believe in nothing. Aliens do not exist, and they don't visit earth.
2.) The True Believer - A true believer is known as someone who believes in life on other planets. Aliens do exist, they do visit the earth from other planets.
3.) The Dimensionalist - The Dimensionalist is known best for believing in aliens, but that they come from another dimension, or they are time travellers. Aliens do exist, they do visit the earth from another dimension.
4.) The Christian - The Christian is best known for their belief that aliens don't exist, but if they do, they are demons and only come to earth to corrupt and destroy God's creation: Man.
Frankly, I believe that aliens are demons. I never used to believe in this train of thought though! I used to be in the thought mode closer to the true believer class, rather then the Christian class.. That is until I started studies into the Bible. Now here's where my view point changed radically. First I began with classic bible stories, one of the first stories being that of Moses and The Great Flood.
Now for anybody who reads the bible this part will make sense, but for the rest of you, try to keep up. Before the flood Lucifer, (later to become Satan), goes to earth because he feels that he is Gods' greatest creation, now when Lucifer and the 1/3 of angels return, God asks where they have been. Lucifer says they have been "wandering the earth". God doesn't like this, and then it gets worse! Lucifer actually created a new race, Angel/Human half breeds! This is the reason for the great war in Heaven and the fall of Lucifer. Interesting to note that Madam Blavatsky had told about an ancient race called the ARYANS, (sounds a bit like ALIENS), that had telepathic abilities and superhuman strength! So after Lucifer is defeated, and God wipes out the earth, (save for Noah, and family, and every animal on earth), and humanity starts a new. Let's skip quite a few years until we are in the here and now. Right, so here we are in today and now. Aliens are considered to be the abductors that preform human genetic tests on human beings.
Okay, so if that is true, and it is also true that angels can not sexually reproduce, then one must consider this "evidence" to be note worthy. Another similarity between Aliens and Demons is if you look back to the dark ages, reports of "abductions" by demons, (known either as Succubi or Incubi), were interested in sexual interactions with humans, then this too is also very note worthy.
Could aliens be from different planets or dimensions? Could they be Demons? Or could it be that they simply don't exist? I have taken the Dimensionalist Belief because I have found it to make for good fiction. However with that said, I can not speak for everyone. The point of this article is to maybe open a new possibility that you haven't heard over and over again.
1.) The Skeptic - A skeptic is known for their unique ability to believe in nothing. Aliens do not exist, and they don't visit earth.
2.) The True Believer - A true believer is known as someone who believes in life on other planets. Aliens do exist, they do visit the earth from other planets.
3.) The Dimensionalist - The Dimensionalist is known best for believing in aliens, but that they come from another dimension, or they are time travellers. Aliens do exist, they do visit the earth from another dimension.
4.) The Christian - The Christian is best known for their belief that aliens don't exist, but if they do, they are demons and only come to earth to corrupt and destroy God's creation: Man.
Frankly, I believe that aliens are demons. I never used to believe in this train of thought though! I used to be in the thought mode closer to the true believer class, rather then the Christian class.. That is until I started studies into the Bible. Now here's where my view point changed radically. First I began with classic bible stories, one of the first stories being that of Moses and The Great Flood.
Now for anybody who reads the bible this part will make sense, but for the rest of you, try to keep up. Before the flood Lucifer, (later to become Satan), goes to earth because he feels that he is Gods' greatest creation, now when Lucifer and the 1/3 of angels return, God asks where they have been. Lucifer says they have been "wandering the earth". God doesn't like this, and then it gets worse! Lucifer actually created a new race, Angel/Human half breeds! This is the reason for the great war in Heaven and the fall of Lucifer. Interesting to note that Madam Blavatsky had told about an ancient race called the ARYANS, (sounds a bit like ALIENS), that had telepathic abilities and superhuman strength! So after Lucifer is defeated, and God wipes out the earth, (save for Noah, and family, and every animal on earth), and humanity starts a new. Let's skip quite a few years until we are in the here and now. Right, so here we are in today and now. Aliens are considered to be the abductors that preform human genetic tests on human beings.
Okay, so if that is true, and it is also true that angels can not sexually reproduce, then one must consider this "evidence" to be note worthy. Another similarity between Aliens and Demons is if you look back to the dark ages, reports of "abductions" by demons, (known either as Succubi or Incubi), were interested in sexual interactions with humans, then this too is also very note worthy.
Could aliens be from different planets or dimensions? Could they be Demons? Or could it be that they simply don't exist? I have taken the Dimensionalist Belief because I have found it to make for good fiction. However with that said, I can not speak for everyone. The point of this article is to maybe open a new possibility that you haven't heard over and over again.
Synchronicity: What a coincidence!
How many times have you ever picked up the phone wanting to call someone, only to find that when you pick up the phone, the person you were about to call is already on the line? This has happened to me on a few occasions, and it always seems that when it happens, it's generally important.
Now here's the thing, some call it coincidence, but I believe synchronicity to be Gods plan in motion. You see, this is one of the few subjects in the realm of the paranormal where skeptics, true-believers, and religion can not argue about. No matter what synchronicity is called, it still happens!
Just to give an example of this let us put together a control group of three opposing view points. Three friends, one a skeptic, on a religious buff, one a true-believer. Now let's say they had another friend who didn't believe in anything at all. Now they were all friends in high school, they grew up and moved away. So one day the skeptic is walking down the street, he finds a dime on the ground and for some reason notices that the year it was minted was 1979, the skeptic is reminded that the true-believer was born in 1979, and decides to use the dime to call him. The skeptic makes the call, and is shocked to find out that it is the true-believers birthday! The skeptic is also wondering what his other old friends are up to and get the phone number of the religious buff, which the last digits are 1027, and the skeptic realizes that the day’s date is October 27th! So the skeptic calls the religious buff, and is saddened to find out that their other friend died exactly one year ago!
Amazing how these things work isn't it? Now I know that this example probably never happen, but this is what synchronicity is all about! An event or sequence of events that seem to happen for some unknown reason.
Everything does happen for a reason! This is why I believe that it is Gods plan in motion, this also would fall under the category of fate or destiny. Although it is true that Skeptics, True-Believers, and Religious buffs can argue about whether or not it is Gods plan or not, coincidences do happen.
Now here's the thing, some call it coincidence, but I believe synchronicity to be Gods plan in motion. You see, this is one of the few subjects in the realm of the paranormal where skeptics, true-believers, and religion can not argue about. No matter what synchronicity is called, it still happens!
Just to give an example of this let us put together a control group of three opposing view points. Three friends, one a skeptic, on a religious buff, one a true-believer. Now let's say they had another friend who didn't believe in anything at all. Now they were all friends in high school, they grew up and moved away. So one day the skeptic is walking down the street, he finds a dime on the ground and for some reason notices that the year it was minted was 1979, the skeptic is reminded that the true-believer was born in 1979, and decides to use the dime to call him. The skeptic makes the call, and is shocked to find out that it is the true-believers birthday! The skeptic is also wondering what his other old friends are up to and get the phone number of the religious buff, which the last digits are 1027, and the skeptic realizes that the day’s date is October 27th! So the skeptic calls the religious buff, and is saddened to find out that their other friend died exactly one year ago!
Amazing how these things work isn't it? Now I know that this example probably never happen, but this is what synchronicity is all about! An event or sequence of events that seem to happen for some unknown reason.
Everything does happen for a reason! This is why I believe that it is Gods plan in motion, this also would fall under the category of fate or destiny. Although it is true that Skeptics, True-Believers, and Religious buffs can argue about whether or not it is Gods plan or not, coincidences do happen.
The State of the Dead: Hope or Humbug?
In the book of Daniel, it discusses something that is known as "The State of the Dead". It declares that the dead, (save for a few people), are sleeping in the ground, ashes, and tombs. They are not alive anymore, but are in a state that is a lot like dreaming.
I would love to believe that Ghosts are our loved ones coming back to check on us, and comfort us in our times of need. However, I do not feel that this is true. Everyone however is entitled to their own opinion, and the point of my blogs are to give people alternative possibilities, not to make their minds up for them, so please don't take what I say to heart.
So what is a ghost anyway? I believe that ghosts are most likely frequency shifts in time. However, for the point of this article let us put ghosts into two more familiar terms. We shall call the two categories Angels and Demons. Malevolent ghosts are forces that tend to be more demonic, they tend to threaten human life, use their abilities of invoking fear into us, and on occasion have been known to actually cause harm to the living. I also believe that "Shadow People" fall under this category. If you don't know what a shadow person is, then here are a few quick facts: Shadow people are mostly associated with night terrors and old hag syndrome. Usually they can be seen in the darkness as an even darker shade of black, and tend to mimic human forms. Red glowing eyes are also some times linked to this quick and very dark figures. This is why I call this group of ghosts demons.
On the other hand there are also ghosts who tend to be the exact opposite. They comfort us, and make our fears go away, and in some cases even protect us. Of coarse this is all on how individuals interpret what they feel, and see. I would place these types of ghosts under the angel category.
However, it is unfortunate that not many reports of good spirits are around, most deal with shadow people, or other malicious entities, but they do exist! Well according to some anyway. (The reports not the ghosts, because I have no proof of existence on either account. Angel or Demon).
This brings us back to the state of the dead. If indeed these spirits are the ghosts of our loved ones, what are the shadow people? I would almost entertain the notion of them being the ghosts of people who had done some seriously bad things in their life, but one would have to ask, don't they have loved ones as well? And why would they not visit them? Do they protect their love ones, and terrorize the rest of us? These are questions that would have to be asked. Personally I think the State of the Dead is some more gibberish in a book to inspire hope, and tries to solidify beliefs in a judgement day. Faith is a funny thing, one which requires no proof.
I would love to believe that Ghosts are our loved ones coming back to check on us, and comfort us in our times of need. However, I do not feel that this is true. Everyone however is entitled to their own opinion, and the point of my blogs are to give people alternative possibilities, not to make their minds up for them, so please don't take what I say to heart.
So what is a ghost anyway? I believe that ghosts are most likely frequency shifts in time. However, for the point of this article let us put ghosts into two more familiar terms. We shall call the two categories Angels and Demons. Malevolent ghosts are forces that tend to be more demonic, they tend to threaten human life, use their abilities of invoking fear into us, and on occasion have been known to actually cause harm to the living. I also believe that "Shadow People" fall under this category. If you don't know what a shadow person is, then here are a few quick facts: Shadow people are mostly associated with night terrors and old hag syndrome. Usually they can be seen in the darkness as an even darker shade of black, and tend to mimic human forms. Red glowing eyes are also some times linked to this quick and very dark figures. This is why I call this group of ghosts demons.
On the other hand there are also ghosts who tend to be the exact opposite. They comfort us, and make our fears go away, and in some cases even protect us. Of coarse this is all on how individuals interpret what they feel, and see. I would place these types of ghosts under the angel category.
However, it is unfortunate that not many reports of good spirits are around, most deal with shadow people, or other malicious entities, but they do exist! Well according to some anyway. (The reports not the ghosts, because I have no proof of existence on either account. Angel or Demon).
This brings us back to the state of the dead. If indeed these spirits are the ghosts of our loved ones, what are the shadow people? I would almost entertain the notion of them being the ghosts of people who had done some seriously bad things in their life, but one would have to ask, don't they have loved ones as well? And why would they not visit them? Do they protect their love ones, and terrorize the rest of us? These are questions that would have to be asked. Personally I think the State of the Dead is some more gibberish in a book to inspire hope, and tries to solidify beliefs in a judgement day. Faith is a funny thing, one which requires no proof.
Centralized Banking: Our Shadow Government
“Absolute power corrupts absolutely.”
- John Emerich Edward Dalberg Acton
The Shadow Government we hear about through whispers of conspiracy networks is nothing more than six aristocratic families of Europe. The one quote that comes to mind is from Meyer Rothchild: “Give me control of a country’s money and I care not who makes the laws.” Funny that a private banker would make such a statement. What did he mean? Why wouldn’t he care who made the laws? Wouldn’t he be subject to the laws as well? I will pose another question to you dear reader. What is the most common commodity we all never seem to have enough of? That’s right! Money. Now since there are three questions posed before mine, (which has already been answered), I shall answer and explain them for you.
What good old Meyer meant by his statement was quite simple. It can be summed up in one word: Control. Most people that follow conspiracies, they will say these are lizards and want to control us for a food source. As fantastic as that would be, it is hardly the case. Others that follow economics would say this is about financial gain. This also is not the case. Money is just a control tactic. By controlling currency you are able to control the world. “Why would these bankers want to control us?” You may be asking yourself. Well why isn’t really the point. They could want to try and bring about what fundamentalist Christens refer to as the Mark of the Beast, or they could just be bored of owning everything money can buy, so they have turned to people. Possibly both. Although their intentions and agenda are far from clear, control is definitely behind it.
At this moment some of you reading this are probably asking yourselves how centralized banking is controlling the Government behind the scenes. I mean they are just private investors right? Wrong. We are all at the mercy of what is called fractional reserve banking, which is simply lending out more money than you actually have. Interest is where banks across the board make profit. Don’t get me wrong here, there is nothing wrong with private investing. It’s when you control how the stock market is inflated/deflated that the line is blurred. Now at this point I care to ask: Have you ever wanted to be in a war? If yes, you are either a member of one of the six European families, or have to much testosterone and just want to kill something. Why war is so common, regardless of how small, are always backed by these vipers. It’s not just one side they back either, they actually back both. It’s true that war creates work, however, war also generates debt. If our economy is based on anything, it’s debt.
All our respective countries all have what we call “National Debt”. It is something that we can never repay. This directly ties into why we have working cards and birth certificates, however, that is a subject that would be best left for another wordy article. There is good news however! We are able to repay the debt through something called slavery. Blacks were not slaves, they were put into involuntary servitude. This is what has been banned in our human rights. Slavery is something you need to enter voluntarily. The bankers have gotten around this fundamental law simply by writing what is known as the Bank Act. The Bank Act nulls what would normally be considered actions against human rights. This now comes to the second question posed earlier in this article: Why wouldn’t bankers care who make the laws? The answer, simply because they can create different ones as they see fit. The reason this slavery we are in isn’t a violation of human rights is that is against what is known as our Legal Entity or Artificial Person. This also ties into the working card and birth certificate connection.
Now for the last and final question. Wouldn’t the laws apply to bankers as well? The answer is no. The saying, “There are two laws in the world. One for the rich and one for the poor”, has merit in this argument. Think about this logically for a minute, if money wasn’t an object for you, and let’s say you decided to play on the greed of humans, then in all reality you could pay off any or all of your wrong doings towards others. Bankers are not the only ones who do this. Religion is yet another institution that has in the past charged people money for penitence for their sins. However, unlike Banks, religion gains wealth by praying on the sympathies of our human nature.
In the indoctrination centers we call public school, we are taught from a very early age that when presented with multiple answers some which are elaborate and some of which are simple, it is often the simple answer that proves to be correct. Although this all seems confusing, it is much simpler than giant lizards hiding behind frequencies, or spooky language from an ancient book. I personally do not believe that lizards who eat babies are the true power in the world, nor do I believe that the book of Revelation is anything more then a story of how the world cycles through shifting periods of time. I do however believe we are controlled by a Shadow Government. It has been apparent for sometime now. It is time to put away the smoke and mirrors, and quit kidding ourselves that the Government has our best interests at heart, or that the Government, (as we call it), is even in control. We as humanity should and must reclaim control from these shadowy men behind the curtain. The time for action is now.
- John Emerich Edward Dalberg Acton
The Shadow Government we hear about through whispers of conspiracy networks is nothing more than six aristocratic families of Europe. The one quote that comes to mind is from Meyer Rothchild: “Give me control of a country’s money and I care not who makes the laws.” Funny that a private banker would make such a statement. What did he mean? Why wouldn’t he care who made the laws? Wouldn’t he be subject to the laws as well? I will pose another question to you dear reader. What is the most common commodity we all never seem to have enough of? That’s right! Money. Now since there are three questions posed before mine, (which has already been answered), I shall answer and explain them for you.
What good old Meyer meant by his statement was quite simple. It can be summed up in one word: Control. Most people that follow conspiracies, they will say these are lizards and want to control us for a food source. As fantastic as that would be, it is hardly the case. Others that follow economics would say this is about financial gain. This also is not the case. Money is just a control tactic. By controlling currency you are able to control the world. “Why would these bankers want to control us?” You may be asking yourself. Well why isn’t really the point. They could want to try and bring about what fundamentalist Christens refer to as the Mark of the Beast, or they could just be bored of owning everything money can buy, so they have turned to people. Possibly both. Although their intentions and agenda are far from clear, control is definitely behind it.
At this moment some of you reading this are probably asking yourselves how centralized banking is controlling the Government behind the scenes. I mean they are just private investors right? Wrong. We are all at the mercy of what is called fractional reserve banking, which is simply lending out more money than you actually have. Interest is where banks across the board make profit. Don’t get me wrong here, there is nothing wrong with private investing. It’s when you control how the stock market is inflated/deflated that the line is blurred. Now at this point I care to ask: Have you ever wanted to be in a war? If yes, you are either a member of one of the six European families, or have to much testosterone and just want to kill something. Why war is so common, regardless of how small, are always backed by these vipers. It’s not just one side they back either, they actually back both. It’s true that war creates work, however, war also generates debt. If our economy is based on anything, it’s debt.
All our respective countries all have what we call “National Debt”. It is something that we can never repay. This directly ties into why we have working cards and birth certificates, however, that is a subject that would be best left for another wordy article. There is good news however! We are able to repay the debt through something called slavery. Blacks were not slaves, they were put into involuntary servitude. This is what has been banned in our human rights. Slavery is something you need to enter voluntarily. The bankers have gotten around this fundamental law simply by writing what is known as the Bank Act. The Bank Act nulls what would normally be considered actions against human rights. This now comes to the second question posed earlier in this article: Why wouldn’t bankers care who make the laws? The answer, simply because they can create different ones as they see fit. The reason this slavery we are in isn’t a violation of human rights is that is against what is known as our Legal Entity or Artificial Person. This also ties into the working card and birth certificate connection.
Now for the last and final question. Wouldn’t the laws apply to bankers as well? The answer is no. The saying, “There are two laws in the world. One for the rich and one for the poor”, has merit in this argument. Think about this logically for a minute, if money wasn’t an object for you, and let’s say you decided to play on the greed of humans, then in all reality you could pay off any or all of your wrong doings towards others. Bankers are not the only ones who do this. Religion is yet another institution that has in the past charged people money for penitence for their sins. However, unlike Banks, religion gains wealth by praying on the sympathies of our human nature.
In the indoctrination centers we call public school, we are taught from a very early age that when presented with multiple answers some which are elaborate and some of which are simple, it is often the simple answer that proves to be correct. Although this all seems confusing, it is much simpler than giant lizards hiding behind frequencies, or spooky language from an ancient book. I personally do not believe that lizards who eat babies are the true power in the world, nor do I believe that the book of Revelation is anything more then a story of how the world cycles through shifting periods of time. I do however believe we are controlled by a Shadow Government. It has been apparent for sometime now. It is time to put away the smoke and mirrors, and quit kidding ourselves that the Government has our best interests at heart, or that the Government, (as we call it), is even in control. We as humanity should and must reclaim control from these shadowy men behind the curtain. The time for action is now.
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