Monday, December 31, 2007
Glorious Pets
(4)
I love the idea of remembering my pet rats. I cried most of my adult tears in response to the deaths of my pet rats. Let me tell you how it all began:
One day I found a gerbil running around in the hallway near our door. I captured it and posted a note to that effect. Meanwhile I secured the gerbil in a fish tank. The Gerbil was fascinating. Eventually the owner of the Gerbil claimed it. But I was hooked.
I visited the local pet shop. I wanted a gerbil. The girl who attended me suggested a rat instead, claiming that rats were far superior pets. I bought a female rat. I brought her home in a cardboard box and put her in the fish tank. I loved watching her do her little rat things.
One fine day I took her out of the fish tank and put her next to me on the couch. She hid. But then she attacked my left hand in a most playful way. She seemed to understand that we were friends and that this was playtime.
From then on I treated her as a pet who had the power to influence me. I began to love her. (yet more blogger problems). She loved me back. For example, when she was in heat she would stiffen up and arch her butt whenever I petted her. When I grabbed her with my hand while she was in that state she shivered as if in orgasm. I decided that she was becoming imprinted on me, sexually. I decided that she needed a male rat. I decided that she was 'ready for Freddy.'
I bought a young male rat at a pet shop. I named him, 'Freddy.' I put him in the fish tank. It was love at first sight. I named the male 'Fred' and the female, 'Wilma.' (her previous name was, 'rat')
Fred and Wilma produced a brood of about 12 new rats. Wilma was very protective of her brood, nipping my fingers when I tried to pet them. I gave most of them to the pet shop. Wilma's next brood was 14. I would keep the two largest in my shirt pocket while the rest fed on Wilma. Then I would give them to Wilma. Meanwhile I would feed Wilma a most extravagant diet for a rat. Wilma would gobble up a diet far beyond what a normal rat could expect, and as a result Wilma's children would grow way beyond their normal expectations. Furthermore I would cuddle them inside my shirt pocket while I created software on my Apple, and I would eventually give those glorious children to the local pet shop.
This went on for years and then my rats began dying of lung problems.
My experience with pet rats is that rats are extremely loving and intelligent pets. You could do much worse than a rat. The problem is that rats live only two or three years at most. You must be prepared to morn your pets very often.
My favorite memory is when I visited the pet shop after giving the most recent brood away. The pet shop had featured them in a central exhibit. Customers could reach in and interact with the rats. I walked up to the enclosure, then put my hand inside. They all recognized my hand and began crawling up my arm. A woman expressed surprise, and I explained that I had raised them all from scratch.
I always cried whenever I abandoned them.
I love the idea of remembering my pet rats. I cried most of my adult tears in response to the deaths of my pet rats. Let me tell you how it all began:
One day I found a gerbil running around in the hallway near our door. I captured it and posted a note to that effect. Meanwhile I secured the gerbil in a fish tank. The Gerbil was fascinating. Eventually the owner of the Gerbil claimed it. But I was hooked.
I visited the local pet shop. I wanted a gerbil. The girl who attended me suggested a rat instead, claiming that rats were far superior pets. I bought a female rat. I brought her home in a cardboard box and put her in the fish tank. I loved watching her do her little rat things.
One fine day I took her out of the fish tank and put her next to me on the couch. She hid. But then she attacked my left hand in a most playful way. She seemed to understand that we were friends and that this was playtime.
From then on I treated her as a pet who had the power to influence me. I began to love her. (yet more blogger problems). She loved me back. For example, when she was in heat she would stiffen up and arch her butt whenever I petted her. When I grabbed her with my hand while she was in that state she shivered as if in orgasm. I decided that she was becoming imprinted on me, sexually. I decided that she needed a male rat. I decided that she was 'ready for Freddy.'
I bought a young male rat at a pet shop. I named him, 'Freddy.' I put him in the fish tank. It was love at first sight. I named the male 'Fred' and the female, 'Wilma.' (her previous name was, 'rat')
Fred and Wilma produced a brood of about 12 new rats. Wilma was very protective of her brood, nipping my fingers when I tried to pet them. I gave most of them to the pet shop. Wilma's next brood was 14. I would keep the two largest in my shirt pocket while the rest fed on Wilma. Then I would give them to Wilma. Meanwhile I would feed Wilma a most extravagant diet for a rat. Wilma would gobble up a diet far beyond what a normal rat could expect, and as a result Wilma's children would grow way beyond their normal expectations. Furthermore I would cuddle them inside my shirt pocket while I created software on my Apple, and I would eventually give those glorious children to the local pet shop.
This went on for years and then my rats began dying of lung problems.
My experience with pet rats is that rats are extremely loving and intelligent pets. You could do much worse than a rat. The problem is that rats live only two or three years at most. You must be prepared to morn your pets very often.
My favorite memory is when I visited the pet shop after giving the most recent brood away. The pet shop had featured them in a central exhibit. Customers could reach in and interact with the rats. I walked up to the enclosure, then put my hand inside. They all recognized my hand and began crawling up my arm. A woman expressed surprise, and I explained that I had raised them all from scratch.
I always cried whenever I abandoned them.
Consorting With Rats
(3)
I was tempted, of course.
Torture began in about 1998. I had a delightful hobby of raising rats, then giving them away to the local pet store. My pets were highly prized as being gentle, loving creatures. You probably are not aware that rats are very intelligent animals, and that pet rats are very gentle and loving animals, almost as loving and intelligent as cats. In fact, I think that pet rats are equal to cats in those regards. My favorite rat was a female I called, Yum-yum. Whenever I would pick her up and bring her close to my face she would give the tip of my nose two quick licks (hence her name). She never failed with those two quick licks, for over a year. She eventually died suddenly and mysteriously. She was the most intelligent of all my rats, and also the most inclined to explore her surroundings. Consider this: once a week or so I would gather them all together in my king-sized bed (Kootch slept in her room). They would all join me under the covers, fearing to leave that secure environment. They would run around delightedly under the covers with me all the time they were there. Occasionally one adventurous rat (I never discovered the culprit) would give me a playful 'bite' on the tip of my foreskin through my panties. But Yum-yum would always explore outside of the covers. One day she fell into the pee pot next to the bed. Served her right. I took her into the bathroom and gave her a quick shower in the sink and dried her off. But she never learned.
The faggot Gerash saw my little friends as vulnerable. He attacked them as a way of attacking me, emotionally. His research indicated that rats were most vulnerable to pneumatic (lung) problems. He came up with a set of noxious gasses and a plan to disperse those gases so as to affect my pet rats adversely, thereby causing me emotional pain. The plan worked. He killed many of them with his gas. I cried a lot. His idea eventually morphed into the idea of attacking me (after I got rid of my pet rats). I became King Rat and was gassed like my pets before me.
Gassing eventually morphed into a more sophisticated idea: Radiation. Electro-magnetic Radiation (microwaves) is the current form of attack although daily and nightly gas attacks are still very common.Which brings us to where we are today.
I know for certain that EMR is the major current form of attack. I study the phenomenon almost constantly, as you might expect. Gas attacks have receded into the background but are still used daily.
I was tempted, of course.
Torture began in about 1998. I had a delightful hobby of raising rats, then giving them away to the local pet store. My pets were highly prized as being gentle, loving creatures. You probably are not aware that rats are very intelligent animals, and that pet rats are very gentle and loving animals, almost as loving and intelligent as cats. In fact, I think that pet rats are equal to cats in those regards. My favorite rat was a female I called, Yum-yum. Whenever I would pick her up and bring her close to my face she would give the tip of my nose two quick licks (hence her name). She never failed with those two quick licks, for over a year. She eventually died suddenly and mysteriously. She was the most intelligent of all my rats, and also the most inclined to explore her surroundings. Consider this: once a week or so I would gather them all together in my king-sized bed (Kootch slept in her room). They would all join me under the covers, fearing to leave that secure environment. They would run around delightedly under the covers with me all the time they were there. Occasionally one adventurous rat (I never discovered the culprit) would give me a playful 'bite' on the tip of my foreskin through my panties. But Yum-yum would always explore outside of the covers. One day she fell into the pee pot next to the bed. Served her right. I took her into the bathroom and gave her a quick shower in the sink and dried her off. But she never learned.
The faggot Gerash saw my little friends as vulnerable. He attacked them as a way of attacking me, emotionally. His research indicated that rats were most vulnerable to pneumatic (lung) problems. He came up with a set of noxious gasses and a plan to disperse those gases so as to affect my pet rats adversely, thereby causing me emotional pain. The plan worked. He killed many of them with his gas. I cried a lot. His idea eventually morphed into the idea of attacking me (after I got rid of my pet rats). I became King Rat and was gassed like my pets before me.
Gassing eventually morphed into a more sophisticated idea: Radiation. Electro-magnetic Radiation (microwaves) is the current form of attack although daily and nightly gas attacks are still very common.Which brings us to where we are today.
I know for certain that EMR is the major current form of attack. I study the phenomenon almost constantly, as you might expect. Gas attacks have receded into the background but are still used daily.
Begging for it...
(2)
Harrassment (in addition to telephone harrassment) began with equal subtlety in the late '80's with strange invasions of my privacy in DeCovend Park. It was during this time that I first noticed the activities of 'The Mad Mirror Molester.' This person would occasionally open my (locked) automobile door, reach inside, and rotate the rear view mirror clockwise to the stops. The intruder would then lock the door. I would discover the molested mirror when I reentered the car. The MMM had keys to both cars, and also to the apartment. MMM would often strike while I was at KSS and other places. I got the message that I was being followed at least occasionally. (more 'could not contact blogger.com' messages. I think the faggot Gerash is very irritated that I have not included his 'input' (taps, mostly, but at least one 'boom') in this narrative.)
A much more subtle form of harrassment began in about 1992: I would always meet at least one inter-racial couple during my daily maul walks. (I made about three circuits of the Southglenn Maul every day during the '90s, then I would relax with a diet pop and do 'people-watching' (read, 'girl-watching') for a while. After a few weeks of this I concluded that it was not accidental. I tested the theory by visiting another maul. No inter-racial couples showed up unless I stayed around for quite some time. It became clear after some time that inter-racial couples (usually a very black male and a very white female) showed up wherever I would predictably show up. The white female always seemed oblivious, but the very black male always attracted my attention by loud talking. Furthermore, the very black male was always smiling and staring at me as we passed each other. I was by then very familiar with the pattern of evil attacking me and I took those meetings as an indication that one of my daughters had married a negro. (All information concerning our two children had been terminated by Kootch after about 1985. Even today I don't know how many grandchildren we have. Kootch has never provided me with any information concerning our children since about 1985. The reason for this is still a mystery so far as I am concerned.) I verified the statistical improbability of such meetings time and again and became convinced that those people were being paid for their appearances.
Another aspect of those visits to the Southglenn Maul in those days was that as I maneuvered the car out of the parking lot I was often confronted by a 'careless pedestrian' who seemed to be just begging to be run over.
Harrassment (in addition to telephone harrassment) began with equal subtlety in the late '80's with strange invasions of my privacy in DeCovend Park. It was during this time that I first noticed the activities of 'The Mad Mirror Molester.' This person would occasionally open my (locked) automobile door, reach inside, and rotate the rear view mirror clockwise to the stops. The intruder would then lock the door. I would discover the molested mirror when I reentered the car. The MMM had keys to both cars, and also to the apartment. MMM would often strike while I was at KSS and other places. I got the message that I was being followed at least occasionally. (more 'could not contact blogger.com' messages. I think the faggot Gerash is very irritated that I have not included his 'input' (taps, mostly, but at least one 'boom') in this narrative.)
A much more subtle form of harrassment began in about 1992: I would always meet at least one inter-racial couple during my daily maul walks. (I made about three circuits of the Southglenn Maul every day during the '90s, then I would relax with a diet pop and do 'people-watching' (read, 'girl-watching') for a while. After a few weeks of this I concluded that it was not accidental. I tested the theory by visiting another maul. No inter-racial couples showed up unless I stayed around for quite some time. It became clear after some time that inter-racial couples (usually a very black male and a very white female) showed up wherever I would predictably show up. The white female always seemed oblivious, but the very black male always attracted my attention by loud talking. Furthermore, the very black male was always smiling and staring at me as we passed each other. I was by then very familiar with the pattern of evil attacking me and I took those meetings as an indication that one of my daughters had married a negro. (All information concerning our two children had been terminated by Kootch after about 1985. Even today I don't know how many grandchildren we have. Kootch has never provided me with any information concerning our children since about 1985. The reason for this is still a mystery so far as I am concerned.) I verified the statistical improbability of such meetings time and again and became convinced that those people were being paid for their appearances.
Another aspect of those visits to the Southglenn Maul in those days was that as I maneuvered the car out of the parking lot I was often confronted by a 'careless pedestrian' who seemed to be just begging to be run over.
Evil Communication
(1)
I'm back early with a really good excuse. Happy New Year to all! (Well, almost all.)
Continuing from (2) below, I grouped 'surveillance' and 'communication' together in this case because I would never have known I was being surveilled if the stalker had not intended for me to know. Probably, the stalker had 'surveilled' me for years before eventually becoming bored. He decided to 'juice up' the situation by letting me know (another 'could not contact blogger.com' message) what was happening. That was the beginning of the psychological aspect. For my part there were only vague hints at first, leading only to obscure irrational feelings of being watched and listened to. These feelings led to my dysphonia when attempting to use aviation communications - a dysphonia which eventually destroyed my aviation career.
The psychological attacks intensified during my new career as a computer hardware technician, and included character assasination. For example, I would often meet people during the course of business who obviously hated me at first sight. I would later conclude that most of those people were Jews who had been told that I was an anti-semite (I was not). It eventually became clear to me that something evil had invaded my life. And not only my life, my family's life.
Direct communication began with telephone rings. I would answer the telephone only to hear a dial tone. Or the telephone would ring only once, then stop. That was my first clue that I had an enemy who enjoyed harrassing me. I would later learn that such telephone behavior indicated that an 'infinity transmitter' was installed in the phone. I suspect that Kathleen's Jewish boyfriend (an electronic technician) installed it while we were all out of town or otherwise somewhere else at the same time. A key to the house was no problem, of course.
Communication became much more personal and immediate after Kootch and I moved into the current location. It eventually progressed to VSDTs (Very Subtle Death Threats) during the '90s, then finally to the modern stomp above me, and the various taps, bonks, booms, etc, which we all enjoy so much nowadays.
I'm back early with a really good excuse. Happy New Year to all! (Well, almost all.)
Continuing from (2) below, I grouped 'surveillance' and 'communication' together in this case because I would never have known I was being surveilled if the stalker had not intended for me to know. Probably, the stalker had 'surveilled' me for years before eventually becoming bored. He decided to 'juice up' the situation by letting me know (another 'could not contact blogger.com' message) what was happening. That was the beginning of the psychological aspect. For my part there were only vague hints at first, leading only to obscure irrational feelings of being watched and listened to. These feelings led to my dysphonia when attempting to use aviation communications - a dysphonia which eventually destroyed my aviation career.
The psychological attacks intensified during my new career as a computer hardware technician, and included character assasination. For example, I would often meet people during the course of business who obviously hated me at first sight. I would later conclude that most of those people were Jews who had been told that I was an anti-semite (I was not). It eventually became clear to me that something evil had invaded my life. And not only my life, my family's life.
Direct communication began with telephone rings. I would answer the telephone only to hear a dial tone. Or the telephone would ring only once, then stop. That was my first clue that I had an enemy who enjoyed harrassing me. I would later learn that such telephone behavior indicated that an 'infinity transmitter' was installed in the phone. I suspect that Kathleen's Jewish boyfriend (an electronic technician) installed it while we were all out of town or otherwise somewhere else at the same time. A key to the house was no problem, of course.
Communication became much more personal and immediate after Kootch and I moved into the current location. It eventually progressed to VSDTs (Very Subtle Death Threats) during the '90s, then finally to the modern stomp above me, and the various taps, bonks, booms, etc, which we all enjoy so much nowadays.
Friday, December 28, 2007
I, Target
(4)
I am in the 'line if sight.' At the moment I am 'radiation-free' (tap). I feel normal. There is no skin-crawling. There is no tingling. There is no muscle twitching. There is no itching. There is no stinging. I feel normal (except for inebriation). I can detect absolutely no radiation whatsoever. This is typical for a Friday night: no gas, no radiation. (tap)
But a joke opportunity is irresistible to the stalker and he now graces us with a demonstration: full face radiation: eyelids itching (tap) at the edges, full face feeling of 'warmth' (a combination of itching, pricking, skin-crawling)... Disappeared, replaced by the previous SCRLL (tap)... that, too, disappeared.
Potty at 2221L. Thump above me as I peed out some beer.
TS is (tap) being very gentle tonight. Last night my log reads:
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12-27-7
up at 1130
1140 LR TRF begins...
1159 LR 2, 0 burning - IRUB (face, head, arms)
(1215) (tap) (irrelevant)
1709 BR 8, 1, L burning (much diarreha)
no problems
2219 LR 3, 1 L burning
Bed at 2330 (Heavy TRF and SRF plus some PRUB 2330-0230. Heavy PRWB 0600-0930 (tap) No gas
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If you have never been irradiated for six and a half hours during the night by hundreds of watts of microwave radiation directed at you from above and below, you are very lucky. Jesus must be watching over you.
I am in the 'line if sight.' At the moment I am 'radiation-free' (tap). I feel normal. There is no skin-crawling. There is no tingling. There is no muscle twitching. There is no itching. There is no stinging. I feel normal (except for inebriation). I can detect absolutely no radiation whatsoever. This is typical for a Friday night: no gas, no radiation. (tap)
But a joke opportunity is irresistible to the stalker and he now graces us with a demonstration: full face radiation: eyelids itching (tap) at the edges, full face feeling of 'warmth' (a combination of itching, pricking, skin-crawling)... Disappeared, replaced by the previous SCRLL (tap)... that, too, disappeared.
Potty at 2221L. Thump above me as I peed out some beer.
TS is (tap) being very gentle tonight. Last night my log reads:
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12-27-7
up at 1130
1140 LR TRF begins...
1159 LR 2, 0 burning - IRUB (face, head, arms)
(1215) (tap) (irrelevant)
1709 BR 8, 1, L burning (much diarreha)
no problems
2219 LR 3, 1 L burning
Bed at 2330 (Heavy TRF and SRF plus some PRUB 2330-0230. Heavy PRWB 0600-0930 (tap) No gas
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If you have never been irradiated for six and a half hours during the night by hundreds of watts of microwave radiation directed at you from above and below, you are very lucky. Jesus must be watching over you.
In the Line of Sight
(3)
Darth Vader on Acid. The suggestion is that even an evil person can be transformed by Acid. I do not agree. Evil is genetic and Acid won't change it. Although Nature is not perverse, Evil arises in Nature from time to time. Overall, the good in Nature far exceeds the evil in Nature.
50 Most Loathsome People in America. I don't agree with all, but I certainly agree with #1 and #2. Never heard of most of them.
EyeWitness to History. Could be interesting on a rainy sunday afternoon.
PBS's Wired Science had an interesting (tap) blurb recently about 'The Quiet Zone' which is a geographical area which the government has designated as 'electromagnetically quiet.' The idea is to outlaw EMR (electro-magnetic radiation) of all sorts so that radio telescopes can scan the Cosmos unfettered by local interference. As I watched the piece I thought, 'I need to move to Virginia or West Virginia!' The draw, for me, was the existence of something called, EMITT (Electro-Magnetic Interference Tracking Truck) which would certainly detect the kind of massive EMR which is being directed against me almost constantly from the apartments above and below. (You should be able to catch the piece at PBS if you are interested.) I was struck by the (left leg below the knee being irradiated with SCR as I type this - another joke) gentle way the 'EMR cop' treated the 'offender,' a woman with a wireless speaker system, signals from which could be detected by the giant radio telescopes in the area - and the tracking truck.
The ACSD has no such truck. Nor is it clear that the law forbids harrassment (more SCRLL) and torture by EMR. It could be 'legal.' It is certainly difficult to detect unless you are in the line of sight (tap).
Darth Vader on Acid. The suggestion is that even an evil person can be transformed by Acid. I do not agree. Evil is genetic and Acid won't change it. Although Nature is not perverse, Evil arises in Nature from time to time. Overall, the good in Nature far exceeds the evil in Nature.
50 Most Loathsome People in America. I don't agree with all, but I certainly agree with #1 and #2. Never heard of most of them.
EyeWitness to History. Could be interesting on a rainy sunday afternoon.
PBS's Wired Science had an interesting (tap) blurb recently about 'The Quiet Zone' which is a geographical area which the government has designated as 'electromagnetically quiet.' The idea is to outlaw EMR (electro-magnetic radiation) of all sorts so that radio telescopes can scan the Cosmos unfettered by local interference. As I watched the piece I thought, 'I need to move to Virginia or West Virginia!' The draw, for me, was the existence of something called, EMITT (Electro-Magnetic Interference Tracking Truck) which would certainly detect the kind of massive EMR which is being directed against me almost constantly from the apartments above and below. (You should be able to catch the piece at PBS if you are interested.) I was struck by the (left leg below the knee being irradiated with SCR as I type this - another joke) gentle way the 'EMR cop' treated the 'offender,' a woman with a wireless speaker system, signals from which could be detected by the giant radio telescopes in the area - and the tracking truck.
The ACSD has no such truck. Nor is it clear that the law forbids harrassment (more SCRLL) and torture by EMR. It could be 'legal.' It is certainly difficult to detect unless you are in the line of sight (tap).
Sniffing About the Unthinkable
(2)
Which brings us naturally to the subject of what 'stalker behavior' is like in this particular case. Here is a summary in the most general terms:
1. 24/7 total surveillance and communication.
2. 24/7 harrassment and torture. (tap)
3. This is a long-term, escalating behavior with criminal, psychological, family, tribal (ethnic), religious, economic, and technological components. (As I am writing this at 1850L Keith Olberman is doing a spectacular critique of the idiot Bush on MSNBC.)
4. This is a 'unique' (tap) situation. My term for it is, (tap) 'Personal Terrorism.' Google has no (tap) reference to what I mean here, so I will define the term: Personal Terrorism is a situation where one person seeks to terrorize another person on an ongoing basis over a long period of time. I qualify the word 'unique' above because I doubt that this is a unique situation in general. Indeed, it may be very common everywhere. Modern law calls it, 'stalking.' 'Stalking' is against the law in Colorado since about the mid-'90s. There is no specific law against 'personal terrorism.'
As I have written previously, each stalking scenerio is unique in the same sense that turds are unique: no two are exactly alike, but they all smell pretty much the same.
Which brings us to the end of my tolerance for this subject for tonight. More on this next time.
Which brings us naturally to the subject of what 'stalker behavior' is like in this particular case. Here is a summary in the most general terms:
1. 24/7 total surveillance and communication.
2. 24/7 harrassment and torture. (tap)
3. This is a long-term, escalating behavior with criminal, psychological, family, tribal (ethnic), religious, economic, and technological components. (As I am writing this at 1850L Keith Olberman is doing a spectacular critique of the idiot Bush on MSNBC.)
4. This is a 'unique' (tap) situation. My term for it is, (tap) 'Personal Terrorism.' Google has no (tap) reference to what I mean here, so I will define the term: Personal Terrorism is a situation where one person seeks to terrorize another person on an ongoing basis over a long period of time. I qualify the word 'unique' above because I doubt that this is a unique situation in general. Indeed, it may be very common everywhere. Modern law calls it, 'stalking.' 'Stalking' is against the law in Colorado since about the mid-'90s. There is no specific law against 'personal terrorism.'
As I have written previously, each stalking scenerio is unique in the same sense that turds are unique: no two are exactly alike, but they all smell pretty much the same.
Which brings us to the end of my tolerance for this subject for tonight. More on this next time.
Being Cut Off
(1)
I've finally found a (tap) Republican candidate I like: Ron Paul. Paul is actually (thump) a Libertarian who is running (tap) with the Republican candidates. Paul's ideas are somewhat revolutionary, but most of them seem to me to be just the recipe for the complete national makeover (tap) we really need for the twenty first century. The 'Meet the Press' interview I saw was only 30 minutes in duration but I learned a lot. Paul has put a dent in my conviction (tap) that America will not be able to survive yet another Texas Idiot in this century.
On the other side of the ledger I still like all of the Democrats as the Iowa Caucusses approach. Hmm. Maybe I'll write my impression of the ideal presedential candidate... later. I was a bit (tap) 'creeped out' by Huckabee's recent pheasant hunt (tap - I'll cut this pathetic stalker out of the picture soon enough). Huckabee suggested that the dead birds were not going to vote for him and as a result had got their just rewards. (After writing the above (tap) I got the message, 'Unable to contact Blogger.' My modem lights confirmed that I had been 'cut off' (tap) from the internet. I take it as a little (tap) joke from the stalk(tap)er and a demonstration (tap) of power and control. This behavior reminds me of TS's attempts to 'horn in' on conversations between Kootch and I. Kootch appears not to notice these (tap) taps. Whether this is due to a hearing problem or a denial problem or both is unknown. A genuine psychologist could probably come up with a good theory of why TS does these behaviors, and I have my own ideas in this regard.
I've finally found a (tap) Republican candidate I like: Ron Paul. Paul is actually (thump) a Libertarian who is running (tap) with the Republican candidates. Paul's ideas are somewhat revolutionary, but most of them seem to me to be just the recipe for the complete national makeover (tap) we really need for the twenty first century. The 'Meet the Press' interview I saw was only 30 minutes in duration but I learned a lot. Paul has put a dent in my conviction (tap) that America will not be able to survive yet another Texas Idiot in this century.
On the other side of the ledger I still like all of the Democrats as the Iowa Caucusses approach. Hmm. Maybe I'll write my impression of the ideal presedential candidate... later. I was a bit (tap) 'creeped out' by Huckabee's recent pheasant hunt (tap - I'll cut this pathetic stalker out of the picture soon enough). Huckabee suggested that the dead birds were not going to vote for him and as a result had got their just rewards. (After writing the above (tap) I got the message, 'Unable to contact Blogger.' My modem lights confirmed that I had been 'cut off' (tap) from the internet. I take it as a little (tap) joke from the stalk(tap)er and a demonstration (tap) of power and control. This behavior reminds me of TS's attempts to 'horn in' on conversations between Kootch and I. Kootch appears not to notice these (tap) taps. Whether this is due to a hearing problem or a denial problem or both is unknown. A genuine psychologist could probably come up with a good theory of why TS does these behaviors, and I have my own ideas in this regard.
Friday, December 21, 2007
Life's Meaning
(4)
Which brings us to the question of whether there can be a viable religion based on current reality. It seems to me that such a 'religion' would be the most desirable religion in the modern era of Science and Technology (beer gone - time to eat at 2314L - done at 2342).
Good question. I don't know. Acid might provide the basis for such a modern religion. Clearly, however, such a modern religion would not be based on ancient ideas, including the idea of 'eternal life.' Eternal Life is a cargo cult idea. Modern religion would involve science as substrate. Furthermore, modern religion would be open to new ideas in the form of scientific proceeses. For example, 'modern religion' would welcome experiments in consciousness involving various drugs like LSD. The old gods and the old rules would be abandoned in favor of no old rules, leaving only possible new rules.
The most valuable aspect of a modern scientific point of view would be the implicit rejection of the concept of 'personal immortality.' We would each understand that we were 'temporary' and that our little lives had the most meaning when we contributed to the sum total of scientific understanding before we perished from The Earth.
I guess... 0024. Nighty-night.
Which brings us to the question of whether there can be a viable religion based on current reality. It seems to me that such a 'religion' would be the most desirable religion in the modern era of Science and Technology (beer gone - time to eat at 2314L - done at 2342).
Good question. I don't know. Acid might provide the basis for such a modern religion. Clearly, however, such a modern religion would not be based on ancient ideas, including the idea of 'eternal life.' Eternal Life is a cargo cult idea. Modern religion would involve science as substrate. Furthermore, modern religion would be open to new ideas in the form of scientific proceeses. For example, 'modern religion' would welcome experiments in consciousness involving various drugs like LSD. The old gods and the old rules would be abandoned in favor of no old rules, leaving only possible new rules.
The most valuable aspect of a modern scientific point of view would be the implicit rejection of the concept of 'personal immortality.' We would each understand that we were 'temporary' and that our little lives had the most meaning when we contributed to the sum total of scientific understanding before we perished from The Earth.
I guess... 0024. Nighty-night.
You are Condemned to Live Forever
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I think you may agree with me when I say that 'death is the end.' Nobody knows, of course, but it seems to me that 'eternal life' is an oxymoron. 'Death' really is the end. Trust me. You will die forever. No god or devil will be able to torture you forever. You will eventually escape from all gods. It is only a matter of time. Nature is not perverse. Nature is not evil. Your life will end soon enough. Enjoy it while you can, and forget about whether whatever you do in life pleases or displeases some or other god or devil. Do Acid. Do Ganja. Learn while you can!
The genius of Christianity and the tragedy of Christianity is that it condemns you to Eternal Life. As a Christian you are caught in a situation which will never end. Furthermore, your behavior will determine your future in an eternal scenerio. This is a very scary idea. You only need to believe it in order to be hooked. Better thee than me. No life is eternal.
FFFFound.
I think you may agree with me when I say that 'death is the end.' Nobody knows, of course, but it seems to me that 'eternal life' is an oxymoron. 'Death' really is the end. Trust me. You will die forever. No god or devil will be able to torture you forever. You will eventually escape from all gods. It is only a matter of time. Nature is not perverse. Nature is not evil. Your life will end soon enough. Enjoy it while you can, and forget about whether whatever you do in life pleases or displeases some or other god or devil. Do Acid. Do Ganja. Learn while you can!
The genius of Christianity and the tragedy of Christianity is that it condemns you to Eternal Life. As a Christian you are caught in a situation which will never end. Furthermore, your behavior will determine your future in an eternal scenerio. This is a very scary idea. You only need to believe it in order to be hooked. Better thee than me. No life is eternal.
FFFFound.
Merry Christmas.
(2)
I participate in your culture as an outsider, an observer, a commentator. I am not really a part of your culture but I speak your language. Consider this:
Christmas cards sent out: zero.
Christmas cards received: one (From the dentist to whom I recently paid about 2000+ dollars for new dentures. He hopes for new business).
Christmas produces absolutely no anxiety so far as Kootch and I am concerned. We don't build a tree nowadays (but we did so when the kids were still living with us). We don't even exchange gifts. Christmas is just another day with us. True, I give Kootch some sort of gift every year, but that is my cultural inclination (I have cut off the stalker, no more taps).
So far as we are concerned, therefore, Christmas is not a problem with us. Kootch ignores it. I like the music, but I like it less and less as I get older and older. I laugh at the annual 'war on Christmas.' Christmas is your problem. Christmas is not our problem.
What is Christmas? Here is the narrative:
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God created man.
Man sinned (displeased god, who is the ultimate control freak).
God punished Man by ejecting man from Supernature into Nature.
God then became the enemy of man, except in special situations. Sheep and goat served to placate a hungry god back in those times. But god was angry and condemned all dead souls to Hell.
After thousands of years of human suffering and a burgeoning population in Hell, god relented and sent Jesus down to Earth in order to become the final and ultimate sacrifice which would serve to counterbalance the emotional effect on god of all those human sins over all those thousands of years. Jesus died a horrible death pleasing to god, thereby freeing future sheep and goat from the threat of 'sacrifice.' Both were allowed to live out their natural lives, free from threats from above.
But Jesus brought good news and bad news: 'Contrary to popular opinion, death is not really the end. Thou shalt live forever. Believe and thou shall be saved, otherwise thou shalt burn, and thou shalt burn forever.'
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Jesus, in effect, revealed to Humanity that the downside of god's plan of 'salvation' was eternal fire. Death was no longer the ultimate refuge.
Let me repeat: Death is not the end. You are condemned to live forever. Congratulations. Merry Christmas.
I participate in your culture as an outsider, an observer, a commentator. I am not really a part of your culture but I speak your language. Consider this:
Christmas cards sent out: zero.
Christmas cards received: one (From the dentist to whom I recently paid about 2000+ dollars for new dentures. He hopes for new business).
Christmas produces absolutely no anxiety so far as Kootch and I am concerned. We don't build a tree nowadays (but we did so when the kids were still living with us). We don't even exchange gifts. Christmas is just another day with us. True, I give Kootch some sort of gift every year, but that is my cultural inclination (I have cut off the stalker, no more taps).
So far as we are concerned, therefore, Christmas is not a problem with us. Kootch ignores it. I like the music, but I like it less and less as I get older and older. I laugh at the annual 'war on Christmas.' Christmas is your problem. Christmas is not our problem.
What is Christmas? Here is the narrative:
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God created man.
Man sinned (displeased god, who is the ultimate control freak).
God punished Man by ejecting man from Supernature into Nature.
God then became the enemy of man, except in special situations. Sheep and goat served to placate a hungry god back in those times. But god was angry and condemned all dead souls to Hell.
After thousands of years of human suffering and a burgeoning population in Hell, god relented and sent Jesus down to Earth in order to become the final and ultimate sacrifice which would serve to counterbalance the emotional effect on god of all those human sins over all those thousands of years. Jesus died a horrible death pleasing to god, thereby freeing future sheep and goat from the threat of 'sacrifice.' Both were allowed to live out their natural lives, free from threats from above.
But Jesus brought good news and bad news: 'Contrary to popular opinion, death is not really the end. Thou shalt live forever. Believe and thou shall be saved, otherwise thou shalt burn, and thou shalt burn forever.'
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Jesus, in effect, revealed to Humanity that the downside of god's plan of 'salvation' was eternal fire. Death was no longer the ultimate refuge.
Let me repeat: Death is not the end. You are condemned to live forever. Congratulations. Merry Christmas.
Respecting God?
(1)
I'm starting slow this week, with some 3.2 NL, Mickey's in reserve. It's snowing now in the Denver area, a nice preview of the approaching Winter Solstice (not to mention Christmas) (tap - I will allow mention of taps (thump) from (thump) above for a while before I cut the stalker off).
If you got the idea from last week's posts that I'm not exactly a respector of gods you got it right, but most of you already knew that. I have yet to meet a god (tap) that I can respect.
I still haven't called the ACSD (boom - the tenor is becoming more violent but remains faint). For me, calling the police is sort of like going on a diet in the sense that it is a 'new year's resolution.' So I'll wait for a while until everybody is back on the job for the new year. I will then gather my courage and call the dumb bastards. You may recall that my most recent request for police assistance against this stalker ended in disaster (boom) with the arrival of officer Kelso, who then called in a 'psychologist' (shabby Shawn) who then propagandized both Kootch and the TMMC yum-yum whtzrnm against me. It turned out to be an obvious setup. (Being gassed here at 1711L. (thump.) I expect yet another setup, therefore I plan to 'lay the groundwork' in my blog before I actually make the call.
My previous attempt (tap) at police (detective) assistance ended in disaster (tap) when, in an interview with two ACSD 'detectives,' I tried to tell them that I was being gassed. Paul E Goodman (probable Jew and definite Gerash employee) rejected my testimony. I got the impression from Goodman that it was 'ACSD policy' to ignore my requests for help. (tap)
So I rarely request official help in this matter. With me it seems to be a case of 'learned helplesness.'
But I will go on a diet after the new year begins. And I will seek help from the idiots at the (tap) ACSD for one last time. Furthermore, I will blog (boom) the results. Stay tuned.
I'm starting slow this week, with some 3.2 NL, Mickey's in reserve. It's snowing now in the Denver area, a nice preview of the approaching Winter Solstice (not to mention Christmas) (tap - I will allow mention of taps (thump) from (thump) above for a while before I cut the stalker off).
If you got the idea from last week's posts that I'm not exactly a respector of gods you got it right, but most of you already knew that. I have yet to meet a god (tap) that I can respect.
I still haven't called the ACSD (boom - the tenor is becoming more violent but remains faint). For me, calling the police is sort of like going on a diet in the sense that it is a 'new year's resolution.' So I'll wait for a while until everybody is back on the job for the new year. I will then gather my courage and call the dumb bastards. You may recall that my most recent request for police assistance against this stalker ended in disaster (boom) with the arrival of officer Kelso, who then called in a 'psychologist' (shabby Shawn) who then propagandized both Kootch and the TMMC yum-yum whtzrnm against me. It turned out to be an obvious setup. (Being gassed here at 1711L. (thump.) I expect yet another setup, therefore I plan to 'lay the groundwork' in my blog before I actually make the call.
My previous attempt (tap) at police (detective) assistance ended in disaster (tap) when, in an interview with two ACSD 'detectives,' I tried to tell them that I was being gassed. Paul E Goodman (probable Jew and definite Gerash employee) rejected my testimony. I got the impression from Goodman that it was 'ACSD policy' to ignore my requests for help. (tap)
So I rarely request official help in this matter. With me it seems to be a case of 'learned helplesness.'
But I will go on a diet after the new year begins. And I will seek help from the idiots at the (tap) ACSD for one last time. Furthermore, I will blog (boom) the results. Stay tuned.
Friday, December 14, 2007
Obummer?
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I watched most of the Dem debate and some of the Rep debate recently. No Republicans appeal to me, whereas all Democrats appeal to me. I think that any Dem can beat any Rep. But my confidence in Obama was shaken recently by this piece: Obama seems to be willing to sacrifice America's space program for the next five years in favor of better education. Better education is a great idea but should not be done in lieu of a diminished Space Program. In this particular case Obama looks like Obummer. 'Change' is fine, but we need 'rational change.' Change for the sake of change is not a good idea.
I watched most of the Dem debate and some of the Rep debate recently. No Republicans appeal to me, whereas all Democrats appeal to me. I think that any Dem can beat any Rep. But my confidence in Obama was shaken recently by this piece: Obama seems to be willing to sacrifice America's space program for the next five years in favor of better education. Better education is a great idea but should not be done in lieu of a diminished Space Program. In this particular case Obama looks like Obummer. 'Change' is fine, but we need 'rational change.' Change for the sake of change is not a good idea.
Whole Lotta Shakin' Goin on...
(4)
Tonight's music is Bony Moronie. Enjoy. I remember dancing to this song back in 1953 at Folly Beach SC. The girls used to wear 'very short shorts' and their colorful nylon 'grannie panties' would hang out for all the world to see. I was still a virgin back then, at eighteen. I would lose my virginity in Tokyo two years later. Wolly Bully is a song from The Goose. Eleanor and I used to dance to this one. By the way, I drank only VO7 on The Goose, possibly because of this song.
I remember only two songs from Tokyo: 'Sayonara' by Ertha Kitt, and another Japanese song which began, 'Wan lo sekero ke cha cha cha...' Kootch knew how to chacha and she taught me. I can't find either song on You Tube.
I loved watching those girls flashing their colorful nylon (and sometimes lace-trimmed) panties at Folly Beach while I drank some 'white lightening.' I would dance with them too, of course, but since I did not have a car and had to hitch-hike there and back my virginal status remained intact.
Other songs from that general era were:
Good Golly Miss Molly. Mozart would have been astonished.
Long Tall Sally.
Whole Lotta Shakin' Going on.
Tonight's music is Bony Moronie. Enjoy. I remember dancing to this song back in 1953 at Folly Beach SC. The girls used to wear 'very short shorts' and their colorful nylon 'grannie panties' would hang out for all the world to see. I was still a virgin back then, at eighteen. I would lose my virginity in Tokyo two years later. Wolly Bully is a song from The Goose. Eleanor and I used to dance to this one. By the way, I drank only VO7 on The Goose, possibly because of this song.
I remember only two songs from Tokyo: 'Sayonara' by Ertha Kitt, and another Japanese song which began, 'Wan lo sekero ke cha cha cha...' Kootch knew how to chacha and she taught me. I can't find either song on You Tube.
I loved watching those girls flashing their colorful nylon (and sometimes lace-trimmed) panties at Folly Beach while I drank some 'white lightening.' I would dance with them too, of course, but since I did not have a car and had to hitch-hike there and back my virginal status remained intact.
Other songs from that general era were:
Good Golly Miss Molly. Mozart would have been astonished.
Long Tall Sally.
Whole Lotta Shakin' Going on.
Criminal Justice?
(3)
My recommendation in that regard would be to avoid sexual mutilation and to rely on masturbation. Orgasms are absolutely necessary to human well-being, especially in the early years. Boys and girls should be allowed to masturbate to their heart's desires. This policy will minimize STDs and at the same time allow children to train themselves sexually for the life to come (eheh). God won't like it... but fuck the dumb old bastard!
Speaking of this grotesque operation, you might want to consider how that Jewish tradition has affected your sexual life. This summary contains even more information that you should know.
But first I need to bring you up to date regarding The Stalker: recent attacks have been so sadistic that I decided to request ACSD assistance. So, at a recent visit to KSS I spotted two ACSD cars in the parking lot. They were parked side-by-side. They were obviously exchanging information of some kind. I walked up between them from the front. Both of them saw my obvious approach. Neither seemed alarmed by my approach. I asked the officer on my left for his recommendation concerning how I should go about obtaining an interview with ACSD detectives. He replied that he did not know, but that he had information of value. He handed me his card. The front of the card read, 'K. Muilenburg #9999.' I read out loud, 'Investigations' ...720-874-4020.'I thanked the officer. I then headed for KSS and did my shopping. I decided to call the number for 'Investigations' eventually (I still have not called).
My intention is to blog my attempts to become an actual citizen. That is my intention. I doubt that the ACSD can help me. 'My stalker' is smarter than the ACSD, apparently...
Stay tuned. Meanwhile, leave your sons' penises alone. Mother Nature fashioned those peni in the current state for a very good reason.
My recommendation in that regard would be to avoid sexual mutilation and to rely on masturbation. Orgasms are absolutely necessary to human well-being, especially in the early years. Boys and girls should be allowed to masturbate to their heart's desires. This policy will minimize STDs and at the same time allow children to train themselves sexually for the life to come (eheh). God won't like it... but fuck the dumb old bastard!
Speaking of this grotesque operation, you might want to consider how that Jewish tradition has affected your sexual life. This summary contains even more information that you should know.
But first I need to bring you up to date regarding The Stalker: recent attacks have been so sadistic that I decided to request ACSD assistance. So, at a recent visit to KSS I spotted two ACSD cars in the parking lot. They were parked side-by-side. They were obviously exchanging information of some kind. I walked up between them from the front. Both of them saw my obvious approach. Neither seemed alarmed by my approach. I asked the officer on my left for his recommendation concerning how I should go about obtaining an interview with ACSD detectives. He replied that he did not know, but that he had information of value. He handed me his card. The front of the card read, 'K. Muilenburg #9999.' I read out loud, 'Investigations' ...720-874-4020.'I thanked the officer. I then headed for KSS and did my shopping. I decided to call the number for 'Investigations' eventually (I still have not called).
My intention is to blog my attempts to become an actual citizen. That is my intention. I doubt that the ACSD can help me. 'My stalker' is smarter than the ACSD, apparently...
Stay tuned. Meanwhile, leave your sons' penises alone. Mother Nature fashioned those peni in the current state for a very good reason.
The Violent Prophylactic
(2)
I've found more HD channels on local cable. Alright! The problem is that the channel lineup is not at all intuitive. Example: channel 7 is 51-1. SFSG, but channel 4 is 51-2. There are other nonintuitive examples.
I'm waaay early today. The problem is that 'they' allowed me to sleep for six hours. I got out of bed at 0730. I have been drinking Diet Pepsi since then, but my famished body eventually demanded alcohol at least. Request granted. Back to basics:
This intrepid reporter in Africa got himself circumcised recently as his personal statement against AIDS. But a recent U.S. study suggests that sexual mutilation (circumcision) has no protection effect in that regard. I live in a world full of idiots, as you know, and I deplore the long history of 'circumcision as cure.' Human males were created to masturbate. Human females too. Religious attempts to deny this human right to us all amount to religious/political tyranny. Nevertheless, I wish the African Idiot well and look forward of hearing from him from time to time regarding his various sexual exploits and the resulting disease states, if any. My guess is that if this sucker does indeed avoid AIDS it will be because after he desensitized his dick he lost interest in sex.
I've found more HD channels on local cable. Alright! The problem is that the channel lineup is not at all intuitive. Example: channel 7 is 51-1. SFSG, but channel 4 is 51-2. There are other nonintuitive examples.
I'm waaay early today. The problem is that 'they' allowed me to sleep for six hours. I got out of bed at 0730. I have been drinking Diet Pepsi since then, but my famished body eventually demanded alcohol at least. Request granted. Back to basics:
This intrepid reporter in Africa got himself circumcised recently as his personal statement against AIDS. But a recent U.S. study suggests that sexual mutilation (circumcision) has no protection effect in that regard. I live in a world full of idiots, as you know, and I deplore the long history of 'circumcision as cure.' Human males were created to masturbate. Human females too. Religious attempts to deny this human right to us all amount to religious/political tyranny. Nevertheless, I wish the African Idiot well and look forward of hearing from him from time to time regarding his various sexual exploits and the resulting disease states, if any. My guess is that if this sucker does indeed avoid AIDS it will be because after he desensitized his dick he lost interest in sex.
Americanism Equals Humanism
(1)
The last session (December 7) was the very first time I forgot to kid Kootch about Pearl Harbor. Guess I had something else on my mind. Getting old, folks.
Concerning the Romney speech I was put off by Romney's lack of the good old American value we call, 'Humanism.' The idiot Romney seemed to eliminate 'Atheists' from the 'American fold.' The fact is that millions of Americans are Atheists or something similar. (America is not 'one nation under god.' America is a nation in which each citizen grants freedom to the other. Freedom comes from the other, not from god. God would tie you to a tree if he could, or burn you at the stake. Jesus was lucky to have escaped the flames. If he had lived during the times of the Inquisitions he would have been burned. Giordano Bruno was not so lucky.)
I like the idea that I have now placed all three components of the celestial family into their individual contexts: WHTZSNM in heaven, Jesus en route, and The Holy Ghost at an undisclosed location. All I need to do now, in order to converse with all three, is to get HGs phone number. True, HG seems to have aphasia, but I think sHe will still be able to communicate in a worthwhile rudimentary way. I look forward to future 4-way conferences, all of which I will report in this blog. Stay tuned. 5-way conferences are not out of the question.
The mouse is still at large. We saw it yesterday crawling up the curtain in the LR. It was my best chance to capture it so far but I was afraid of being bitten. I should have just formed the curtain into a bag around it, then dumped it into a plastic bucket. The mouse was crawling up the curtain on the outside, unaware that we could see its shadow.
The last session (December 7) was the very first time I forgot to kid Kootch about Pearl Harbor. Guess I had something else on my mind. Getting old, folks.
Concerning the Romney speech I was put off by Romney's lack of the good old American value we call, 'Humanism.' The idiot Romney seemed to eliminate 'Atheists' from the 'American fold.' The fact is that millions of Americans are Atheists or something similar. (America is not 'one nation under god.' America is a nation in which each citizen grants freedom to the other. Freedom comes from the other, not from god. God would tie you to a tree if he could, or burn you at the stake. Jesus was lucky to have escaped the flames. If he had lived during the times of the Inquisitions he would have been burned. Giordano Bruno was not so lucky.)
I like the idea that I have now placed all three components of the celestial family into their individual contexts: WHTZSNM in heaven, Jesus en route, and The Holy Ghost at an undisclosed location. All I need to do now, in order to converse with all three, is to get HGs phone number. True, HG seems to have aphasia, but I think sHe will still be able to communicate in a worthwhile rudimentary way. I look forward to future 4-way conferences, all of which I will report in this blog. Stay tuned. 5-way conferences are not out of the question.
The mouse is still at large. We saw it yesterday crawling up the curtain in the LR. It was my best chance to capture it so far but I was afraid of being bitten. I should have just formed the curtain into a bag around it, then dumped it into a plastic bucket. The mouse was crawling up the curtain on the outside, unaware that we could see its shadow.
Friday, December 07, 2007
Orgasm may not be pleasing to God
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js: Really!?
gd: Sorry about that but I need peace. I am sooo overworked, emotionally. I suffer.
hg: Ho-ho-ho!
js: How much freedom will I have.
gd: Huh?
js: Will I be able to experience human orgasm?
hg: hehehe.
gd: You know better than to ask that question.
js: Will I be a Jew? Will I be able to masturbate?
gd: Yes and no.
hg: uhhuhhgh-nnnoontmch!
js: I like the idea of being human for a while.
gd: Don't count your blessings just yet.
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js: Really!?
gd: Sorry about that but I need peace. I am sooo overworked, emotionally. I suffer.
hg: Ho-ho-ho!
js: How much freedom will I have.
gd: Huh?
js: Will I be able to experience human orgasm?
hg: hehehe.
gd: You know better than to ask that question.
js: Will I be a Jew? Will I be able to masturbate?
gd: Yes and no.
hg: uhhuhhgh-nnnoontmch!
js: I like the idea of being human for a while.
gd: Don't count your blessings just yet.
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A Family Affair
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I love the idea that God eventually tires of torture. It's a good sign.
But to continue with our current investigations concerning that seminal meeting of the gods I will further elaborate, then present incontrovertible evidence to the effect that god is a (?)
A meeting of Minds was arranged. All Three showed up. God was interested in mitigation: 'How do I forgive my children and still retain My sanity? Any suggestions?'
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hg: uwwuh?
js: Just do it.
gd: Not possible. I am fed up with 'goat.'
js: Sheep?
hg: bbsth?
gd: Sheep too. I need something dramatic.
hg: bscrp!
js: Chicken?
gd: My Temple stinks of death. They call me 'The Lord of the Flies' now. I need to modernize. Sheep and goats are obsolete. I need a spotless sacrifice.
js: Deep... doodoo.
hg: Haanbblgt!
gd: Right on. Prepare to become Human.
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I love the idea that God eventually tires of torture. It's a good sign.
But to continue with our current investigations concerning that seminal meeting of the gods I will further elaborate, then present incontrovertible evidence to the effect that god is a (?)
A meeting of Minds was arranged. All Three showed up. God was interested in mitigation: 'How do I forgive my children and still retain My sanity? Any suggestions?'
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hg: uwwuh?
js: Just do it.
gd: Not possible. I am fed up with 'goat.'
js: Sheep?
hg: bbsth?
gd: Sheep too. I need something dramatic.
hg: bscrp!
js: Chicken?
gd: My Temple stinks of death. They call me 'The Lord of the Flies' now. I need to modernize. Sheep and goats are obsolete. I need a spotless sacrifice.
js: Deep... doodoo.
hg: Haanbblgt!
gd: Right on. Prepare to become Human.
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God Finds Morality
(4)
Muslims will inhale distilled, concentrated, fart. Mickey's is not recommended for modern Muslim olfactatory experience. You Muslims out there need to avoid smelling American beer. Nothing personal. I would think that the smell of Muslim beer might be less offensive. I could be wrong, but that is for you to decide.
Given the recent bizarre political focus on 'religion' I began thinking about the fundamentals of Monotheism (Judeo-Muslim-Christianity) (being gassed here). I think we need to summarize the fundamental theses:
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God created us in a world which he also created.
God was displeased by our behavior.
God punished us. Furthermore God intended to punish us forever.
But God was eventually overcome by compassion after watching millions of souls writhing in pain for thousands of years.
God decided to do something about that.
God therefore consulted His son, Jesus. The Holy Spirit, feeling slighted, wanted in on the action too. A meeting was then arranged. It was a rare meeting of equals. Normally God, Jesus, and HS went their separate ways. This was an historic meeting. God's problem was this:
'How do I change MY MIND? I am unable to further tolerate the universal suffering I see before me. I need another way. Any suggestions?'
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Muslims will inhale distilled, concentrated, fart. Mickey's is not recommended for modern Muslim olfactatory experience. You Muslims out there need to avoid smelling American beer. Nothing personal. I would think that the smell of Muslim beer might be less offensive. I could be wrong, but that is for you to decide.
Given the recent bizarre political focus on 'religion' I began thinking about the fundamentals of Monotheism (Judeo-Muslim-Christianity) (being gassed here). I think we need to summarize the fundamental theses:
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God created us in a world which he also created.
God was displeased by our behavior.
God punished us. Furthermore God intended to punish us forever.
But God was eventually overcome by compassion after watching millions of souls writhing in pain for thousands of years.
God decided to do something about that.
God therefore consulted His son, Jesus. The Holy Spirit, feeling slighted, wanted in on the action too. A meeting was then arranged. It was a rare meeting of equals. Normally God, Jesus, and HS went their separate ways. This was an historic meeting. God's problem was this:
'How do I change MY MIND? I am unable to further tolerate the universal suffering I see before me. I need another way. Any suggestions?'
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Beethoven Reconsidered, Acidwise
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Tonight's music is Beethoven's symphony number seven. You will love it. I don't think it would be appropriate for Acid because of its episodic explosive nature, but I could be wrong: the explosions are short and you might be able to tolerate them on Acid. I would love to be able to test that hypothesis for you but I have no Acid. If you do Number Seven on Acid you will do it as a virgin. I love the first movement. The rest is... problematical, Acidwise.
Speaking of love, I love the smell of Mickey's in the evening. I'm drinking Mickey's tonight in lieu of 3.2 Natural Light. 12 beers seem to be a bit much occasionally for my lower gut recently, hence the switch to six. I will finish this evening with caffine-free Diet Pepsi, ice, and Canadian Mist. The evening will go about twice as fast as usual.
Have you ever drunk Mickey's out of that wide-mouth green bottle? Yes? Then you know what I mean by the smell: your nose eventually finds its way into the mouth of that green bottle and you inhale loveliness. (listening to Beethoven #7 as I write the above I feel obliged to caution you that #7 is not very Acid-friendly. I like the first movement best. I do not recommend #7 while doing Acid.)
Tonight's music is Beethoven's symphony number seven. You will love it. I don't think it would be appropriate for Acid because of its episodic explosive nature, but I could be wrong: the explosions are short and you might be able to tolerate them on Acid. I would love to be able to test that hypothesis for you but I have no Acid. If you do Number Seven on Acid you will do it as a virgin. I love the first movement. The rest is... problematical, Acidwise.
Speaking of love, I love the smell of Mickey's in the evening. I'm drinking Mickey's tonight in lieu of 3.2 Natural Light. 12 beers seem to be a bit much occasionally for my lower gut recently, hence the switch to six. I will finish this evening with caffine-free Diet Pepsi, ice, and Canadian Mist. The evening will go about twice as fast as usual.
Have you ever drunk Mickey's out of that wide-mouth green bottle? Yes? Then you know what I mean by the smell: your nose eventually finds its way into the mouth of that green bottle and you inhale loveliness. (listening to Beethoven #7 as I write the above I feel obliged to caution you that #7 is not very Acid-friendly. I like the first movement best. I do not recommend #7 while doing Acid.)
Religion is The Enemy
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I watched most of the recent Romney speech. I was not impressed. Idiots like Matthews and Buchanan (on Hardball) were impressed, probably because Romney toggled their 'Jesus buttons.' Romney - savy political operative that he is - was out to snag evangelicals in his politico-religious net, but he also snagged two prominent Catholics. Roman fucking Catholics! You idiots! (note to Hardball: read, 'god is not Great' by Christopher Hitchens. If you can't bear to do that, read only pages 161-168, then burn the book. You will love that chapter and you will miss most of the wisdom in that book but you will at least be informed concerning the scam of Mormonism.)
Romney turned me off by denigrating (equating) 'secularism' as 'religion.' Romney sucks. Thumbs down on Romney.
We have had too many years of 'leadership' by persons who professed to be guided by Old and Odious Religion. The most recent bill for that 'leadership' is about one trillion dollars. That's Trillion, with a capital T! We can no longer afford that kind of grotesque religion-based politic. Now is the time for us Americans to assert our secular constitutional rights. We need to do away with politico-religious nutcakery, which is currently the bane of Islam, and which threatens to become the bane Western Politic. Religion is the enemy.
I watched most of the recent Romney speech. I was not impressed. Idiots like Matthews and Buchanan (on Hardball) were impressed, probably because Romney toggled their 'Jesus buttons.' Romney - savy political operative that he is - was out to snag evangelicals in his politico-religious net, but he also snagged two prominent Catholics. Roman fucking Catholics! You idiots! (note to Hardball: read, 'god is not Great' by Christopher Hitchens. If you can't bear to do that, read only pages 161-168, then burn the book. You will love that chapter and you will miss most of the wisdom in that book but you will at least be informed concerning the scam of Mormonism.)
Romney turned me off by denigrating (equating) 'secularism' as 'religion.' Romney sucks. Thumbs down on Romney.
We have had too many years of 'leadership' by persons who professed to be guided by Old and Odious Religion. The most recent bill for that 'leadership' is about one trillion dollars. That's Trillion, with a capital T! We can no longer afford that kind of grotesque religion-based politic. Now is the time for us Americans to assert our secular constitutional rights. We need to do away with politico-religious nutcakery, which is currently the bane of Islam, and which threatens to become the bane Western Politic. Religion is the enemy.
Of Apes and Men
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Rereading last weeks posts I spotted several errors and corrected the most egregious, which confused 'science' with 'religion.' I don't mind the spelling errors that much. Whew. I think I was running out of blood near the end. I was definitely running out of fingers.
Stalking update: Radiation attacks have increased sharply recently especially at night, and so Tuesday I began entertaining the idea of actually asking the ACSD for some kind of assistance against this deranged stalker and his creepy employees. I visited the ACSD web site looking for information. I must have spent about an hour there, investigating and thinking about how I should go about requesting police service. Interestingly there was a dramatic reduction in radiation attacks following that 'visit.' The 'radiation reprieve' continues so far... However they have dramatically increased their gassing attacks. I'm hoarse, but I like my new low voice...
The mouse still eludes our traps. I think it probably time-shares between our unit and others on this floor. We see it every three days or so.
Interesting international news recently:
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Bush admits that the latest intelligence estimate on Iran suggests that it abandoned its bomb program back in 2003.
CIA admits that it destroyed taped evidence of CIA waterboarding 'to protect the identities of agents.'
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Interesting political news recently:
Romney attempts to ape Kennedy.
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Rereading last weeks posts I spotted several errors and corrected the most egregious, which confused 'science' with 'religion.' I don't mind the spelling errors that much. Whew. I think I was running out of blood near the end. I was definitely running out of fingers.
Stalking update: Radiation attacks have increased sharply recently especially at night, and so Tuesday I began entertaining the idea of actually asking the ACSD for some kind of assistance against this deranged stalker and his creepy employees. I visited the ACSD web site looking for information. I must have spent about an hour there, investigating and thinking about how I should go about requesting police service. Interestingly there was a dramatic reduction in radiation attacks following that 'visit.' The 'radiation reprieve' continues so far... However they have dramatically increased their gassing attacks. I'm hoarse, but I like my new low voice...
The mouse still eludes our traps. I think it probably time-shares between our unit and others on this floor. We see it every three days or so.
Interesting international news recently:
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Bush admits that the latest intelligence estimate on Iran suggests that it abandoned its bomb program back in 2003.
CIA admits that it destroyed taped evidence of CIA waterboarding 'to protect the identities of agents.'
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Interesting political news recently:
Romney attempts to ape Kennedy.
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Saturday, December 01, 2007
Good Night
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Tonight's music is Beethoven's Piano Concerto number four, first movement. Enjoy. I once described this piece to my daughter, Kathy, as, 'sad and schizophrenic.' I stick by that evaluation. I don't know whether Kathy eventually agreed. I think that this piece is one of Beethoven's most glorious creations.
Tonight's music is Beethoven's Piano Concerto number four, first movement. Enjoy. I once described this piece to my daughter, Kathy, as, 'sad and schizophrenic.' I stick by that evaluation. I don't know whether Kathy eventually agreed. I think that this piece is one of Beethoven's most glorious creations.
The Concept of 'Soul'
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I just sampled my BG at about 0005: 105. Obviously my liver has been doing its duty in spite of the alcohol assault. This result raises my confidence in my health generally, and tends to decrease my confidence in 'medical theory,' given that 105 is about 30 hours after my last meal.
But I love Today and Dr. Nancy Snyderman (tap) who impresses me from time to time with her health recommendations.
But I trust absolutely no one (boom), of course (tap). So I live my one and only life according to 'scientific principles,' including my theory that 'emotion preceeds logic.' This means that I regard my 'fellow man' as a souless machine.
Not that I have a 'soul.' Nobody has a 'soul.' There is no such thing. Your 'soul' will not 'live forever.' You will die. Period. End of story.
But you may be able to create your soul, whatever that means. What good that might be is problematical:
What is a soul? How long do you want to live? How much can you stand? And is it worth it? And why bother? Furthermore, what is the end?
0110 and my BG is 104. Old Liver is doing it's duty. This is my last test tonight.
I just sampled my BG at about 0005: 105. Obviously my liver has been doing its duty in spite of the alcohol assault. This result raises my confidence in my health generally, and tends to decrease my confidence in 'medical theory,' given that 105 is about 30 hours after my last meal.
But I love Today and Dr. Nancy Snyderman (tap) who impresses me from time to time with her health recommendations.
But I trust absolutely no one (boom), of course (tap). So I live my one and only life according to 'scientific principles,' including my theory that 'emotion preceeds logic.' This means that I regard my 'fellow man' as a souless machine.
Not that I have a 'soul.' Nobody has a 'soul.' There is no such thing. Your 'soul' will not 'live forever.' You will die. Period. End of story.
But you may be able to create your soul, whatever that means. What good that might be is problematical:
What is a soul? How long do you want to live? How much can you stand? And is it worth it? And why bother? Furthermore, what is the end?
0110 and my BG is 104. Old Liver is doing it's duty. This is my last test tonight.
