1969. Never Forget

If you look at my 'followers' you'd notice i pimped it into saying Weather Underground. Weathermen. If you have no idea what that is, or what Google is, more power to you. You know, whatever. I don't follow Brannigan's Law, i merely enforce it.

"You don't need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows," from the Bob Dylan song Subterranean Homesick Blues

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Weatherman_(organization)

Agnostic

"Is God willing to prevent evil, but not able? 

Then he is not omnipotent.

Is he able, but not willing?

Then he is malevolent.

Is he both able, and willing?

Then whence cometh evil?

Is he neither able nor willing?

Then why call him God?"

~Epicurus

its impossible to prove anything on a deep enough level. You cant even prove blue is blue in reality. Certainty is just a weighing up of probabilities. if you think its 51% likely that you are an athiest, call yourself an athiest. if its the other way around, so be it. Just the odds of it being exactly 50/50 in your mind are highly unlikely. i'd say just lean towards whatever you feel is most rational.

Agnosticism is not a valid alternative to theism or atheism. Gnosticism concerns KNOWLEDGE, theism concerns BELIEF, they are two different things.

You can be an agnostic atheist or an agnostic theist. You can't simply be agnostic. Sure you don't know if god exists, but do you believe in god? If you don't currently believe in god you're an atheist. If you don't know what you believe you're ______.

You can't "disprove" the existence of Xenu or Santa or Russell's Teapot, but you don't go around acting as though they're all perfectly reasonable ideas either. You acknowledge the negligible chance that they exist, and then operate on the assumption that they don't.

Going around pretending that Xenu is a possible alternative is dumb as fuck, and Yahweh (or any other myth) is no fucking better.

It's a binary position. You can't not believe in god and not not believe in god. EVERYONE is either theist or atheist. Agnosticism is a non-issue, nearly everyone (atheist and theist) is agnostic (doesn't know for sure).

Checkmate

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,

Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crêpe bows round the white necks of the public doves, Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;

I thought that love would last for ever: 

I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;

Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;

Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood. 

For nothing now can ever come to any good.

*last one in this series. these are dumb

Confessions

bless me father for i have sinned..
it's been over 3 years since my last confession
If people ever knew of the things i've done, i wouldn't have a friend in the world.
I have sinned against God and against you father; I no longer deserve to be called your son.

Don't speak so self damning my son. You have wandered far, to be in such an unfamiliar land.. In the name of God, repent for your sins.

yes father.. not speaking for so long, my bones wasted away.. Your hand is heavy upon me; my strength is dried up as by the heat of summer.. surely my sin can never be venial..

be clear

yes father.. Murder.. killing of fellow men, of strangers, of whom i feel no animosity against.. for my country.. why? what a fool i've been.. i knew nothing

But you know what you have done is wrong?

yes father.. Is my soul lost, father? Am i damned to hell?

truly the seriousness of such a sin cannot be denied, or undone, but you have confessed to me and repented to God Almighty. Are you truly remorseful for your sin?

Yes father.

Then God forgives you

Do you forgive me, father?

... I do. 

Thank you father

Then go now with God; and in His grace, go in peace wandering child .... (it was only by chance that i have found you. The slayer of my friends, my blood. My brothers and sisters.)

Sensory Deprivation

If reality is what you see, feel, taste, and smell, then reality is merely electrical signals in the brain interpreted.

Lets say somehow you lose your eyes, your ears, and your neck gets broken so you have no feeling in your body at all. Basically, you have zero sensory input. Lets also say you don't even have smell or taste. So then what are you? Just a conscious mind placed in a jar? In about a few hours you'd lose your mind completely because all you could do is think and nothing else. The insanity would become extreme and you could do nothing at all about it. Eventually, within a few hours you'd begin to hallucinate wildly/ Who knows what you'd see, or what emotions will be triggered. You'd experience ego death and quiet quickly slip into complete insanity. Eventually your personality, all that makes you you would shatter (probably a matter of days) but none of it would matter anyway. You'd probably become a god, hallucinate your own universe in which you live in and use your minds idea of the 5 senses, teach yourself everything from what you already know. Existence would probably be a lucid dream. Normal "earth" life would seem a far away memory, your advanced human brain creating a new universe out of extreme boredom.

In a nutshell, the insanity would be incredible. You cant begin to imagine the extent of it.

http://www.poetv.com/video.php?vid=43901

"yes sir"

"You know, you look really pretty without handcuffs on
Without the dirt on your face..."

Like the piss and stench of the huddled traitors evaporates from the room
And in that moment I can see her truly, and she can see me too
Beneath the body armor and weaponry, my heart quietly thumps and whispers
"Drop the guns and grab her, now's the time to make your run"
Sitting in my transport as we slip through traffic veins
She doesn't ask me where we're going, only holds my hand and gaze
She's my only reason now, and my only hope to live
We pull up to the cabin way above this damn metropolis

Me and prisoner 247290-Z
Somewhere that is Soilent Green**, we're living life instead
No more war on traitorism, only me and her
She can clean my gun and I could help her clean the floor

Back to something natural, we'll live off of the land
When Radon levels drop we walk the trails and talk and laugh
I tell her she's innocent, and she'll show me she's not
I kiss the number on her arm and lay her on the cot

I'm the first to touch her without gloves on
She's the first to kiss me without crying
Life before this was just dying
Me and prisoner 247290-Z

"Number 247290-Zed, step to the line"

Away from all this violence, live inside each other's heads...
Away from all this violence, live inside each other's heads...
Away from all this violence, live inside each other's heads...

"Dammit Lindt, fire your weapon!"

"Yes sir"

{*gunshot*}

** A food made of human beings fed as rations. Used meaning a place where people are devouring each other metaphorically. i.e., War

In Another Country

I just finished reading 2 essays by Gore Vidal. One titled Women's Liberation, Feminism And Its Discontents written on July 22, 1971. The other is titled The Birds And The Bees. Both are about the position of women in society and how men have a superiority complex. Mr. Vidal was sporting a rag bandana around his head and typing on his typewriter using the ends of 2 sawed off shotguns to hit the keys as he gently puffed on a cigar. Nah! but what i found fascinating about his writing is how he is capable to cram a library of information and either allude to it, such as many references to women's position in Biblical examples and context, or use it as a quote or his witness to it and flex it into his writing style. It was almost like a satire of the current events happening in 1971. Reading this reminds me of America (the Book): A Citizens Guide to Democracy, somewhat. The general reaction i believe Mr. Vidal is seeking is an "Oh-hooo! snap!". I'll provide exerts from Women's Liberation: Feminism and Its Discontents:

"The Founding Father [God] had strong views on the position of woman (under the man) and one of the few mistakes he ever admitted to was the creation of Lilith as a mate for Adam. Using the same dust as his earthly replica... but let us hear it in his own words, rabbinically divined in the fifth century

Adam and Lilith never found peace together; for when he wished to lie with her, she took offense at the recumbent posture he demanded. "Why must i lie beneath you?" she asked. "I also was made of dust, and am therefore your equal." Because Adam tried to compel her obedience by force, Lilith, in a rage, uttered the magic name of God, rose into the air and left him.

The outcast Lilith is still hanging about the Zeitgeist, we are told, causing babies to strangle in their sleep, men to have wet dreams, and Kate Millett, Betty Friedman, Germaine Greer, and Eva Figes to write books."

" Patriarchalists know that women are dangerously different from men, and not as intelligent (though they have their competencies; needlework, child-care, detective stories). When a woman does show herself to be superior at, say, engineering, Freud finessed that anomaly by reminding us that since she is a bisexual, like everyone else, her engineering skill simply means she's got a bit too much of her tomboy in her, as W. C. Fields once remarked to Grady Sutton on a similar occasion
Women are not going to make it until the Patriarchalists reform, and that is going to take a long time. Meanwhile the current phase of the battle is intense and illuminating. Men are on the defensive, shouting names; they think that to scream "dyke" is enough to make the girls burst into tears, but so far they have played it cool. Some have even admitted to a bit of dyking now and then along with warm mature heterosexual relationships of deeply meaningful fruitful kind that bring much needed children into the world ("Good fucks make good babies" - N. Mailer). I love you Marion and I love you too, Marvin..."

"... the peripheral male and female roles are carefully taught us. A little girl is given a doll instead of a chemistry set. That she might not like dolls, might prefer a chemistry set, will be the start of a nice neurosis for her, a sense of guilt that she is not playing the part society wants her to play..."

"Figes quotes Levi-Strauss. "Men do not act as members of a group, in accordance with what each feels as an individual; each man feels as a function of the way in which he is permitted or obliged to act. Customs are given as external norms before giving rise to internal sentiments of individuals as well as the circumstances in which they may, or must, be displayed.""

"In a society where men have an overriding interest in the acquisition of wealth, and where women themselves have become a form of property, the link between sexuality and money becomes inextricable." This is grim truth. Most men buy their wives, though neither party would admit to the nature of the transaction, preferring such euphemisms as Marvin is a good provider and Marion is built. Then Marion divorces Marvin and takes him to the cleaners, and he buys with whatever is left a younger model. It is money, not sex, that Puritans want. After all, the English word for "coming" used to be "spending": you spend your seed in the woman's bank and, if the moon is right, nine months later you will get an eight-pound dividend."

[he goes on to talk about sex, sexuality and a 'war' raging between feminist and men waged in book writing and meetings]

"...the forces of reaction are very much in the saddle (in every sence), and women must fight for their equality in a system which wants to keep them in manageable family groups, buying consumer goods, raising future consumers, until the end of time-or the world's raw resources, which is rather closer at hand...we are breeding ourselves into extinction. We cannot feed the people now alive. In thirty-seven years the world's population will double unless we have the "good luck" to experience on the grandest scale famine, plague, war. To survive we must stop making babies at the current rate, and this can only be accomplished by breaking the ancient stereotypes of man the warrior, woman the breeder. The patriarchal roar is that of our tribal past, quite unsuitable, as the old Stalinists used to say, to new necessities...free the sexes,,.and the system will have to change. There will be no houswife to be conned into buying thins she does not need. But all this is in the future. The present is the battleground, and the next voice you hear will be that of a patriarch, defending his attitudes-on a stack of bibles"