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First Do No Harm.

2012-01-27T21:52:00.000-07:00

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Sipping on whiskey at 2127. I am ecstatic at the apparent result of my recent medical 'procedure!' Clearly, the surgeon operated from an initial position of, 'First do no harm.' And I would add that he clearly intended to 'do good if possible.'
Time for me to sign off until next week. Meanwhile, you might be interested in yet another book: Thus Spoke Zarathrustra, by Frederick Nietzsche. Enjoy.
Nighty-night!

Tonight's Book.

2012-01-27T21:23:00.000-07:00

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Sipping on beer #12 at 2024. Yum. I will continue to report on my progress following Cataract Surgery. Stay tuned. Now what? Sip. Lessee...
Tonight's Book: The Book (on the Taboo Against Knowing Who You Are). More Alan Watts:
'JUST AS TRUE HUMOR is laughter at oneself, true humanity is knowlege of oneself.' Go there if you dare.
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Tonight's question: Will you describe your most recent sexual encounter?
Tonight's answer: No.
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Science and Technology Rule!

2012-01-27T20:15:00.001-07:00

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Two plus days later I am happy to report that the vision in my plasticised right eye far exceeds the vision in my still-organic left eye! Yes! Yes! Who needs Jesus! Not me!
My left brain is confused, of course. 'Whaaa...? This is not normal.' The suddenness of it all has confused the poor thing, apparently. My RB has been whispering sweet nothings across the Corpus Callosum land line: 'Relax. Go with the flow.' And I have been testing my LB from time to time by removing my glasses for a while. One thing has become very clear: 'Visual Focus and Concentration' is an agreed-upon scenerio between the two hemispheres - but subject to revision as necessary.' I like that.
And importantly, microwave radiation cannot 'cook' my Cyborg lens! Yes!

Becoming a Cyborg.

2012-01-27T19:19:00.000-07:00

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I was pleasantly surprised by the reception I received at Kaiser. The people who 'received me' were obviously an integrated team who knew about the kind of apprehension their patients would be feeling. Their interaction and preparation relaxed me. I was very impressed. I relaxed, ready for anything.
When the time came to do 'the procedure' I was wheeled into the operating room, layed out on a table, and told to 'pray to Jesus.' (Just kidding there.) Kootch, meanwhile, went to the local caffeteria for a snack. Then it began. A nurse had inserted a venous catheter just in case I might need 'sedation' but I needed none. The surgeon positioned a very bright light just over my right eye. It was the brightest light I had ever seen. And colorful! Indeed, for the next 20 minutes or so, I was treated to a 'once-in-a-lifetime-for-that-eye' cascade of color as the defective lens was removed and the new plastic lens was installed. Wow! Wow! Wow! I remember saying that I had not 'seen such color since my last LSD Trip.' Indeed, those colors were much brighter than the ones I had experienced on LSD - uncomfortably bright - whereas those glorious LSD colors remain to this day unique and never duplicated, only memories. And not only bright colors but weird intense sounds as some sonic device attacked the defective lens (I think). (Being zapped by microwave radiation from my left side, judging by a sudden nasal sensation - stopped now at 1907.) When it was all over they wheeled me to the 'recovery area' where Kootch waited for me. It was over! They had installed the plastic lens. I had become a Cyborg.

Trusting the System.

2012-01-27T18:10:00.000-07:00

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Beginning beer #5 at 1705 - which brings us to my HMO, Kaiser Permante:
My yearly vision exam had revealed the sorry state of vision in my right eye. (The eye at which 'they' had been aiming their IMW for many years.) The eye doctor therefore recommended Cataract Surgery. She informed me that both eyes had cataracts but that the right eye was severely impaired. I knew that, of course, and also knew that the 'procedure' would involve cutting into the eyeball, removing the lens, then replacing it with a manufactured substitute. Yuck. I dreaded the idea. My eyes were still good enough to 'get me through the day.' (Another Blogger problem. Reset.)
I reluctantly agreed to undergo 'the procedure.' I feared that Gerash would somehow 'become involved' and possibly 'buy a botch.' But the vision in that eye was already so bad that it didn't much matter at that point. I refrained from researching the subject on the internet (Kootch just waved 'goodnight') for fear of alerting Gerash. I was forced to 'trust the system.' I trusted. Very difficult, but I had no choice. I made the appointment (faint boom) on a public telephone. I didn't even tell Kootch until the day before.
On the appointed day (Wednesday) I secured the hallway door with the usual digital padlocks and we headed downtown to the Kaiser facility.

From Gas to Ovens. Jewish Revenge?

2012-01-27T16:34:00.002-07:00

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Whew. Beertime! (At that point I got the dreaded Blogger Error occurred while saving message and had to reconnect to the internet. This is obviously a form of harrassment by Gerash and his 'people.' I spent almost an entire beer on the problem before pulling the plug and reconnecting. Sipping on beer #2 at 1529, buzzing slightly. Time to reread last week, which I remember as being 'slightly bizarre.' Will I still think so after a beer? We shall see... Ok, now I understand: I had multiple 'internet connection problems' as I was doing the blog last Friday. I only have those internet connection problems when I do my weekly blog. I think that my 'enemies' have 'hacked' the local cable connection - with the assistance of Comcast personnel - for the purpose of interfering with my blog and possibly also for the purpose of getting access to my computer. I therefore turn off the modem when I'm not using it. Overnight, I even go so far as to pull the power plug to the modem. (This also serves to 'reset' the modem and I don't have to call Comcast to do that for me.)
Those enemies also 'gas' me and 'microwave' me. The night-time gassings eventually got to be so intense that I was forced to install air intake fans in the bedroom, and exhaust fans in the living room. That settup worked so well that they abandoned 'gas' as their primary 'attack weapon' in favor of beamed microwaves. Apparently, they had been zapping me with a single IMW (Improvised Microwave Weapon) for many years, and as a result were technologically 'up to speed' in that regard. They acquired several more IMW devices and began attacking me from above and below, day and night. Those microwave attacks soon 'cooked' my corneas, resulting in cataracts which caused serious (tap) vision loss in both eyes.

Seeing The Light.

2012-01-27T14:47:00.000-07:00

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Working on Diet Pepsi #6 at 1341. (Sip). Been an interesting week. More on that later. Lessee, might as well get the 'link dump' done while I'm still sober:
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Cosmic Log: Space Station sees Southern Lights. You've probably seen this one on TV.
Organize your mind to organize your life. Interesting.
Do women feel more pain than men? Could be.
Games are taking over the world. I can vouch for that.
Magic Mushrooms trip up brain activity. I tried growing my own, once. Didn't work. At the end of the article were three interesting related links, two of which are below.
Drawings of an Acid-tripping artist.
Trippy Tales: The History of 8 Hallucinogens.
And finally, Microwaves really ruin everything. Including eyesight.
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Good Night and Good Luck.

2012-01-20T21:08:00.000-07:00

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Sipping on beer #12 at 2046. Slurp. Buzzing nicely. Sip.
I forgot to provide you with links to, 'This Is It' (Zen and the Spiritual Experience). You will love it.
I plan to do another iteration of 'Tonight's Book' next week.
Good night and good luck.

I Endure.

2012-01-20T20:37:00.000-07:00

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Beer #11.
I endure. I not only endure this kind of (tap) invasion of privacy, I endure The Night, every night. Last night, for example, I endured 12 hours of microwave radiation. I endured. I slept maybe (tap) 6 hours.
I endure Hatred.
I don't hate that much. But I endure hatred.
I would never gas my neighbors. I would never zap them with microwave weapons. I am not that type of person.
I endure their hatred.
I understand that they are not really 'conscious.'
I understand that they are actually 'biological machines;' mechanical devices; Soul-less. I understand.

Sniff.

2012-01-20T20:00:00.000-07:00

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I'm baaack! (at 2154)
My enemies love me so much! I went to bed last night at 2215, and woke up at 1015 after 12 hours in the sack.
My enemies adore me. They love everything about me. They love the sight of me. They love the smell (faint boom) of me.

2012-01-20T19:49:00.000-07:00

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Continuing with 'improvisation' I should now point out the value of 'the natural drug experience.' Mother Nature 'invented' the first 'drugs.' Animals (including Humans) have been 'using drugs' for millenia. Marijuana has been used by Humans for thousands of years. Marijuana is, therefore, what we call 'a natural drug.' Opium is another. Alcohol is yet another. These are all common natural drugs.
But Mother Nature also allowed for the next iteration of drugs: Psychedelics. Psychedelic Drugs (Psilocybin, Mescaline, and there are many others) cause fundamental modifications of human consciousness. Those instances become 'teachable moments' in various cultures. 'Religion' arises because of those drug 'experiences.' Humans become aware of

Tonight's Book (a new feature)

2012-01-20T18:51:00.000-07:00

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Sip. Influential? Sheeeeeit.
Working on beer #8 at 1832. Sip. Anderson Cooper is interesting on CNN at 1835. Time to improvise with a new feature: Tonight's Book. Tonight's Book is, 'This Is It,' by Alan Watts.
Excellent book on 'Zen and Spiritual Experience.' Alan Watts did Acid. He knows what he is talking about. Highly recommended, folks. The 'Monotheistic Religions' do not want you to read this book. Why? Money, Honey; Power, Honey.

2012-01-20T18:26:00.000-07:00

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This is the third or fourth time I have had to re-enter Blogger tonight. Apparently, my blog is so 'influential' as to be 'unacceptable.'

'Blogger Problems' Prevent me from blogging.

2012-01-20T18:23:00.000-07:00

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But as I reread last week I wondered whether my estimate of my Jack-off frequency was accurate. !80 jerks per minute seems a bit high. Hmm. On the other hand, 60 jerks per minute seems a bit low. Then I remembered Andre Rieu in Dublin playing The Irish Washerwoman. Yes! It starts slow, then increases in frequency. (Kootch just waved and said, 'Goodnight.) I've called this well-known tune, 'The International Masturbation Melody.'
(Time for The News... Ho-hum. I'm back.)
Comcast hates me! They made all my analog channels digital! Barf. I used to love Comcast; now I'm having second thoughts. My TiVos are now little more than old style tape recorders.
Whoa! CNN in Charleston?

Re-reading Last Week...

2012-01-20T16:54:00.000-07:00

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Starting beer #1 at 1544. Sip. I've already done the 'reread' while drinking Diet Pepsi, and Kootch and I just did today's M on DP#6. Still disgustingly sober at 1550. Sip. I'll do a little 'maintenance' on the 'Interesting' file while... oops, the buzz begins at 15554! Ten minutes. Hmm... Ok, Blog maintenance done at 1601. Back from the fridge with beer #2 at 1604. Sip.
And now I have a confession to make: I've been playing so much C-III this week that I have neglected to stock the 'Interesting' file. Looks like I'm gonna have to 'wing it' tonight.
But wait! I do have one worthy link for you: Watch the Milky Way spin is a very short (23 sec) time-lapse video from the International Space Station as it flies over a stormy Africa at night. The Milky Way can be seen rising vertically in the background. This is a very 'replayable' video, folks. well worth watching.
Hmm. Now what... Beginning beer #3 at 1631. Lessee... Alright! I just reread last week's blog while buzzing appropriately. Fun! Working on beer #4 now at 1645. My blog makes much more sense when I'm buzzing, but it gets a bit bizarre at the end sometimes. Don't worry folks: if I really, really, wanted to smoke some Marijuana I would acquire some seeds on the Internet and grow my own. No problem. I just like to tease you.

A Very Colorful Theme.

2012-01-13T22:40:00.003-07:00

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Orange Friday?! Strange. The Today Show also had a very colorful theme this morning on the 60th aniversary of that show which I have been watching for many years. Congratulations! I am a fan! (I must be missing something. Oh well. Whatever.)
Sip. The switch to booze seems to have signaled a qualitative (not to mention a quantitative) shift in my consciousness. Yum! But I wish so very much that I could experience The Synergy again. Will you please help me? I would love you for it. I really, really would. I am ready for your help and I would be very, very discreet in that regard. I love you and I know that you love me.
Please help me.
Good night and good luck.

Boozing it up.

2012-01-13T22:06:00.001-07:00

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Finished booze #1 at 2115. Buzzing ominously. Better allow some 'lag time' before mixing up drink #2. Barf. How 'bout some more musical entertainment! Yes! Short Fat Fannie!
I should also mention that my BEHS 1954 Yearbook was stolen back in the mid-'80s while I was sleeping in an Orlando motel one night. Gerash's agents no doubt accomplished the dirty deed. The book, along with my other 'most valuable artifacts' was stored in my blue station wagon ('The Big Blue Marvel') and it must have been a simple matter for Gerash to bribe both the 'Tow Truck Driver' and the 'Orlando Cops' in the matter. About a year later I got a call from Orlando police to the effect that the BBM had been found submerged in a swamp. Well... maybe.
Sipping on Drink #2 at 2145.

Mazel Tov, David.

2012-01-13T21:07:00.000-07:00

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Still working on beer #6 at 1954. Aha! 1954... OMG! Politics! More 'confluence!' WTF?! What am I thinking? South Carolina Primary... Charleston... News media in Charleston... Lessee... I joined the USAF in 1954... Also 'graduated' HS in 1954... Yearbook... Got it! BEHS 1954 Yearbook! That's it! Ok boys and girls, I have a challenge for you: While you're in Charleston for the political news, do me a favor and dig up a copy of the BEHS 1954 yearbook. That was the year my brother David and I graduated. I had flunked the previous year, and David - a year younger - caught up with me. David enjoyed. Ha,ha,ha. But wait, there's more! I flunked again in 1954 and had to attend Summer School. Barf. David was ecstatic! We both appeared in the 1954 Yearbook, and perhaps our photos for the yearbook were taken after we both knew that he would pass, and I would flunk yet again. Whatever.
I want you to notice and compare our photographs: I appear as my handsome, gentle, satisfied self, whereas David (the Honorary Jew) appears victorious, revengeful, even gleeful, judging by the look on his face. It was customary to write (tap) short messages to 'friends and acquaintances' in the yearbook at the end of the school year. David 'signed' my yearbook with one large three letter message: BYE! I don't remember what I wrote in his yearbook, if anything. I see both David's 'portrait' and his 'message' as expressions of 'Jewish Penis Envy.' (Nothin' personal, David. Mazel Tov.)

Dancing With Sexy.

2012-01-13T19:37:00.005-07:00

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Beer #4 at 1819. Sip. Browsing my 'sources' just now I see that Colorado is being urged to 'Ignore Federal Threats' concerning the location of Marijuana Dispensaries. Do I see a fight on the horizon? Oh goodie! (Kootch just waved 'Goodnight' at 1825.) 'Prohibition' of a valuable natural rescource is at the root of the problem in this case: Marijuana should never have been classified as a 'Schedule one drug' because it is, in fact, relatively benign. Money and politics played a role in mis-classifying this valuable drug, and we all pay the price for that in terms of mayhem and murder on a daily basis. Marijuana Prohibition is somewhat like a modern day religion: It makes no sense, and it is also very, very, expensive. We don't need it. Let's dump it.
Sip. I'm near the end of beer #4 now at 1840. Buzzing nicely. I'll go ahead and finish all the beer tonight, of course (with whiskey back-up), but were I inclined to terminate tonight's booze binge - and if I had my old bong and some of my home-grown Ganja - I would skip the rest of the beer, pack in a half-bowl of leaf particulate, fill the bong with hot water from the sink, light a match (or whatever),Take a huge toke, hold it for a while, and then release. Wheeewww...
In less that 30 seconds my 'world' would become 'transformed:' Ganja would arrive in my brain, knock on the door, (Bernie Sanders on The Ed Show again!), and say, 'I'm here to pick up Sexy.' She would be allowed in immediately, whereupon Ganja and Sexy would begin to dance with each other in a very beautiful, slow, mystical sense, remembering the events of the day. The dance would last perhaps an hour, then Ganja would depart until next time. Sexy would, left alone, become hungry. Hooongry! He would then indulge himself with whatever food was available. Then he would sleep soundly, waking up the next day refreshed and only slightly hungover, compared to the alternative scenerio.

A Musical Confluence.

2012-01-13T18:00:00.000-07:00

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Kootch and I just did today's M while I drank beer #1. Buzzing nicely on an empty stomach. Sip. Working on beer #2 (of 6) at 1658. Continuing with the link dump...
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The Bible's guide to torture. Nowadays, of course, we have gas and IMW (Improvised Microwave Weapons).
Thomas Jefferson's Secret Bible. Interesting. I didn't know. I'm lazier than Jefferson, of course (and there are other differences), so in my Booger Bible I simply paste bloody snots near the offending passages. Nowadays bloody snots are rare for some reason, but for years they were quite plentiful.
Mitt, Mormonism, and the Psychology of Religious Preference. Modern Politics. Isn't it interesting how totally bizarre the religious dogma of 'the other' looks to those of us who 'know the truth?'
How to speak Apocalypse. Read this and you'll be ready for whatever.
And finally, Tonight's Music is dedicated to the confluence of Vintage Rock n Roll, Mormonism, and the Fashion Model Industry.
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The Sad State of Judeo-American Sex.

2012-01-13T16:14:00.000-07:00

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Sipping on Diet Pepsi #5 at 1457... Ha! I just couldn't resist adding the sexy image to last week's blog post. Question: Would this Yum-Yum qualify as a 'plus-sized model' in New York's Fashion Industry? My guess is, sadly, 'Yes.'
Better get to work...
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Psychology Today does A 6 Part Series on Circumcision. Interesting.
Why is the female orgasm so elusive? This - to me - is a jaw-dropping piece, clearly illustrating the sad state of Circumcised American Sex:
a) 75% of men ejaculate within two minutes of penetration in over half of their sexual encounters. I was always able to wait long enough for Kootch, whose orgasm rate was 95%. Mine was 100%.
b) I was also struck by the assertion that over the first 5 years of puberty a man's chances of orgasming increase from 5% to 100%. Huh? It takes them 5 years? I went from 0% to 100% on the first night! And I learned a lot about my own sexual system by masturbating every single night! By the time I had first intercourse I was already an expert, having orgasmed thousands of times.
To what did I owe my superb sexual superpowers? Nothing much, just a normal foreskin which contained lots of sexy nerves and allowed me to slide the entire penile skin up and down the penis at about 180 'jerks per minute.' No lubrication needed, of course.

Beauty.

2012-01-06T19:54:00.001-07:00

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('Chosen for what?')
(And, no, I don't plan to run for President. Forget it.)
Huge blast of microwave radiation as I peed in the potty just now. Whew.
First sip of beer #6 at 1925. Sip. And the rest is gravy. We need some beauty.
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Mozart: Clarinet Concerto. Auditory beauty.

Sexy View: Visual Beauty.

Good night and good luck.

Rise of The Chosen People.

2012-01-06T19:00:00.000-07:00

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Sipping on beer #1 at 1649. Sip. Yum.
Tonight's link dump will now take on a somewhat darker complexion: Ancient Mythology.
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My Take: The 3 biggest biblical misconceptions. Huh?! The Bible evolved over time? It's not really 'The Inerrant Word of God'? Darn. Whowouldathought?
Indeed, it turns out that 'Monotheism' was probably invented by The Egyptians, not The Jews, according to PBSs' Egypt's Golden Empire. The Jews simply 'borrowed' the concept from the Egyptians. Darn. It seems that the original idea of 'one god' was inspired by The Sun. An Egyptian Pharaoh, Akhenaten, apparently started the 'new cult.' Sigmund Freud wrote a book on the subject titled, Moses and Monotheism. The pharaoh apparently noticed that 'all life' depended on The Sun which 'shined down' from above. 'The Sun must be the true God!' 'We will worship The Sun!' 'Heaven must be above!' 'We go to Heaven after we die!' The Sun was a benevolent God.
And then The Jews discovered that god.
What a find! The Jews did a few 'modifications.' They invented 'intermediaries' called 'priests' who acted as 'middlemen for a price.' Money honey! The Jewish version was not so 'benevolent' as the Egyptian version: He not only created and nourished, He destroyed and killed. He created Hell, the opposite of Heaven, 'down below.' Fear factor! Cha-Ching! Caught between hope and fear, the common man was at the mercy of the priesthood. The priests lived very high on the hog indeed. Slurp.
The Jewish god was a male, of course, because the priests were male. Never mind that the female was the actual Gateway to Existence. God was male! Females became second-class citizens and have remained so.
The Jewish god declared that Jews were his 'chosen people.' The priests passed that information along to their subjects. It was Tribalism run amok. Jews became superior to all other 'tribes.' It was written in the law. Jews became the ultimate racists and remain so.
One small thing: The newborn Jewish male needed to contribute something to the Jewish god as a 'sign of solidarity.' Nothing much, only the 'juicy part' of his penis, which the god found offensive. Snip. Congratulations, son! Now you are a Jew! One of The Chosen People...

Brain Food.

2012-01-06T16:44:00.000-07:00

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Working on Diet Pepsi #5 at 1523. Sip. Lotsa links in the 'interesting' file. The job will now be to decide which ones to use and how to sequence them. Lessee...
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Thinking, Fast and Slow. Last Sunday I saw a fascinating interview with the author Daniel Kahneman on Fareed Zacharia GPS, a CNN Sunday morning show. The theme reminds me of my 'saying,' 'Emotion preceeds logic.' (Yes, Virginia, I now realize that the correct spelling is, 'precede.') The book sounds fascinating... but will I buy it? I thought 'happiness' was a 'by-product' which could not be 'pursued' directly. Oh, well.

Memory, mental function, begin slipping as early as age 45. That's the bad news. But on the other hand...
Marijuana Improves Mental Sharpness in Middle-Aged Men: Study. That's the good news. Smoke up, gentlemen! And you ladies might enjoy a toke or two too. Go for it, girls!
Speaking of which, Signatures Turned in For Colorado Marijuana Legalization. More good news! And even more, Hemp Seeds are Good for You. Slurp.
Back in about 1980 I noticed that my chess-playing ability (and my chess rating) increased suddenly and dramatically, even reaching into the 'expert' level for a while. I came to believe that - antithetically - my drug usage (Marijuana and LSD) actually contributed to the surge. Appropriately, once I stopped those drugs my playing ability returned to my 'normal' Class-A levels. Hmmm!
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Sexy Nurse.

2011-12-30T21:30:00.000-07:00

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Working on beer #11 at 2120. Sip. Time flys when you're having fun. Hungry! My tummy is suggesting that I wrap this up. Sip. But first I need to do some visuals:
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Sexy Nurse.

Good Things. Good Things.

2011-12-30T20:16:00.000-07:00

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Which brings once again to that ultimate war between the individual and the society. Hmm. Blogger problems. I forgot what I was going to write about. Hmm. Sip... Lessee... clash... obligations... Aha!
We have 'obligations.' Personal obligations and social obligations. 'Drugs' are currently at the crux of those two 'groups.' Society wants us to 'conform,' but many of us want to 'explore.' Society wants automatons, but individuals rebel at the very idea. Both tendencies are good and natural. Both 'work.' Life is complex.
Which brings up the question: What is my obligation as an individual?
The answer is a no-brainer: 'Screw 'Society!' There is a lot of 'society,' not much of 'me.' 'I want to smoke Marijuana before I die, and I will!'
So it goes. The eventual result is that 'society' fumbles its way forward based on myriad individual decisions. Marijuana will soon be legalized. It will be a good thing.
Furthermore, 'Modernity' is constantly eroding those religions which are based on ancient myths. Science is replacing Mythology as Method. That is also a good thing.

End of Link Dump.

2011-12-30T19:07:00.000-07:00

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Working on beer #6 at 1758. Sip.
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2011: The year nothing happened?! Not exactly.
Cosmic Log: Its boom time for weird science. That'll keep you busy for a while.
LA could vote on mandatory condom use in adult films. Huh? I tried using a condom once or twice with Kootch, just as a test. Results? Terrible. The condom totally destroyed the sensations from the inner foreskin, making orgasm difficult. I did it both ways: foreskin forward and foreskin skinned back. Both ways sucked due to a lack of sensation. I never tried condoms again. I find it difficult to believe that a circumcised penis fitted with a condom could possibly provide enough sensation to trigger orgasm.
The 5 Best Marijuana-Related Books you've Never Read. (The Audacity of Dope?!)
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Mother Nature's Way.

2011-12-30T17:57:00.001-07:00

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TGIF again. A blast of 'face rad' as I signed on to Blogger about 10 or 12 minutes ago: Eight sneezes, eight 'nose blows' lots of 'sniff and swallow.' Sipping on beer #2 at 1641. Time to reread and correct last week... Ok. I must have forgot that Reagan was also governor of California and switched "gov' with 'prez.' Didn't bother to correct it.
Buzzing modestly on Beer #2 at 1603. I recently made a 'connection' between 'Constant Gas' and 'Throat Gas;' 'Constant Gas' causes frequent 'throat-clearing' but is otherwise undetectable. 'Throat Gas' 'burns' throat tissues with each breath, causing violent coughing, usually for several minutes. The two are probably caused by the same gas in different concentrations.
Back from the fridge with beer #3 at 1613. Sip. Time to clear the old stuff from the 'Interesting' file and do tonight's link dump...
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Fox apologizes to Jews for poll on who murdered Jesus. Amazing that Fox could do such a poll in 2011. The Biblical, 'His blood be on us and on our children' (supposedly spoken by a Jew) is ancient Jewish 'morality.' Nowadays most of us don't blame children for parental sins. Didn't The Romans crucify Jesus? And by the way, was it not Jesus' job to get crucified? True, Jesus gave us some memorable advice like, for example, 'Love one another,' but his main 'calling' was to act as the 'ultimate scapegoat.' He did a great job. God was 'well pleased.'
Can a molecule (Oxytocin) make us moral? Interesting. I think that 'Ecstacy' makes rotsa Oxytocin. Marijuana certainly does: Back in the late '80s I occasionally found myself tearfully apologizing to Kootch for something I had just recently said or done while drunk. Would a better word be, perhaps, 'empathic?'
50 reasons to leave it alone. I agree. Could a 'pediatrician' do an infant circumcision while high on Oxytocin? Any volunteers? Anybody? Both adult and infant volunteers accepted...
Beer #5 at 1708. Sip. Oops, time for The News... Back at 1742. Lotsa TCR in the LR.
I should point out here that 'life' is a 'struggle' involving both 'good' and 'bad' molecules. We need both to survive and evolve. It's Mother Nature's Way.

Oyasumi Nasai!

2011-12-23T23:21:00.000-07:00

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Hungry at 2232, all beer gone! Leftovers. Yum! Oyasumi!

Good God!?

2011-12-23T22:23:00.001-07:00

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This is looking like a slow night as I sip on beer #10 at 2042, buzzing appropriately. The amazing part is that I got huge amounts of sleep last night. My 'mind' is 'crystal clear.' What gives? Shouldn't I be pumping out much more 'astonishing blogaphernalia?' Hmm. Maybe 'quality' trumps 'Quantity' in such cases, but I can't verify that based on 're-reading.' Oh well...
Sipping on beer #11 at 2100. Sip. Kootch is sound asleep. Sip.
Ahah! Christmas with the Morman Tabernacle Choir on Channel 6 right now! Beautiful music! I love Christmas Music. I don't believe it but I love it anyway. Emotion preceeds logic. Christmas!
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I sent zero Christmas Cards.
I received zero Christmas Cards.
Absolutely no stress! Sip.
I gave zero 'presents.' (But I forgot to get Kootch her annual Fruit Cake, darn it. I'll do it next time I shop KS.)
I drove to Walmart yesterday in search of Kootch's other requested Christmas Present. Waaay too crowded! I'll buy it for her next year. She won't be disappointed. She already has the old version and uses it appropriately.
Social Isolation has its benefits!
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Christmas?
God had drowned all of Humanity way back in the old days, except for a sampling: (Noah, etc.) He then rashly promised never to do that dirty deed again. Good god! But wait!
God's Creations remained imperfect. They continued to sin, sin, sin!
God had already 'drowned the bastards' once and had promised to never do it again. But they continued to sin, sin, sin.
God 'cogitated.' God eventually decided to 'mix it up:' He would create a 'Son' who would go down to Earth. That Son's job would be to 'get crucified.' (God loved blood. God was a big fan of the Jewish 'sacrifice of sheep and goats,' especially goats). God sent his 'Holy Ghost' down to Earth to rape an innocent young woman, who then became pregnant with 'God's Son, Jesus.' Jesus' job was to get slaughtered. Rotsa blood! Slurp!
Jesus did his duty. God was pleased. Humanity was not condemned forever.
Good God! Mutha Fuck!
Christians believe this. Jews are skeptical.

The Eternal War.

2011-12-23T20:31:00.000-07:00

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Working on beer #6 at 1807. Sip. Buzzing appropriately. Kootch has already hit the sack. Tonight's 'work' is done. The rest is gravy. Whew. Sip. Yum!
How would America be different today if Leary had been elected president (instead of Reagan)? Fascinating question.
Bernie Sanders on The Ed Show now. Love 'em! Hmm. I feel something bubbling up... standby... Got it:
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The Individual vs The Society. It is the 'eternal war.' Who are you rooting for? You, of course! But why?
Society is eternal; you are a blip. Sip. Society has time. You don't. You will die soon. Sip.
Society evolves slowly; you evolve much faster. Necessarily!
You have orgasms. Society... not exactly... (Beer #8 at 1915.) Sip.
You are quick; Society is s-l-o-w.
You are smart; Society is d-u-m-b.
You have 'musical taste;' Society... not so much. But wait!
QED?
Society did not create this music. Individuals created it. You are an individual. You create your very own 'music.'
Create! Create!

Merry Christmas!

2011-12-23T18:00:00.001-07:00

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Kootch and I just finished 'lunch' while watching M. Huh? Timothy Leary actually ran for president against Ronald Reagan?! Little did I know. Time to reread last week while I work on beer #2... Yep. I must say, it makes better reading after a beer or two. Working on beer #3 at 1621. Sip. Link Dump time:
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Sachs: How 'Reaganomics' toppled America. (Shhh. Lets blame it all on The Irish.)
The truth about Marijuana. It's the money, Honey.
Why young Evangelicals are leaving The Church. Emotion preceeds Logic...
Man loses appeal to smoke Pot for religious reasons. Ditto...
A Horseshoe Einstein Ring. The more distant galaxy should theoretically have been 'red-shifted' even more than the red 'lensing galaxy,' but is clearly blue instead, indicating perhaps that it has been 'blue-shifted' by the lensing process. Interesting.
North Korean morners, crying to survive? Extreme Culture Wars. And finally:
Numerous Veterinarians Caught Altering Dog Genitalia. You will not believe it.
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Merry Christmas!

I Only Wanna Know

2011-12-16T23:16:00.000-07:00

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Oops. I still have two beers left. Sip. If I'd had some of my homegrown Marijuana I'd have toked a half-bowl full, munched out, and called it a night. Snore!
Sip. But now I am working on beer #11, coming down rapidly. Sip. I need some seeds. Do any of you lovely and glorious readers out there have any good Ganja seeds to sell? I would pay you handsomely! One dollar per seed? Five dollars per seed? I would pay. Really. I want to do booze and Ganja again before I die. I want to blog about those 'drug experiences.' Won't you help me? I only wanna know. Please help me.
Sip. Yum. Really. I would clean out the closet next to the bathroom. I would buy three plastic buckets. I would buy potting soil. I would drill a few holes in the plastic buckets. I would fill the buckets with potting soil. I would buy some 'gro-light tubes.' I would germinate 9 seeds between wet paper towels for several days. When the seeds 'sprouted' I would plant them in the buckets. I would then shine grow-light on the potting soil. When the seeds emerged from the soil I would raise the growlights enough to allow the seeds to grow. You get the idea. You can do it!
One fine day I would 'harvest' the leaves, chop them up, then dry them out, then I would pack a bong bowl with dried Ganja leaf particulate. Then I would drink a few beers. Then I would smoke the ganja. Glorious! Then I would report back to you.
I know you: You only wanna know too.

Glorious! Glorious! Glorious! Glorious!

2011-12-16T21:26:00.000-07:00

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Last sip of beer #8 at 1950. Beer #9 (sip) now at 1954. Better slow down...
Fun visuals here! The old guy is only 42. He was a previous Crack addict and looked like Methusula six months ago, when he switched to Ganja. Much younger now. Yep.
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Top ancient mysteries of 2011. That'll keep you 'occupied' for a while...
The Intactivism Pages. Best source of True Information regarding your family penis. Highly recommended.
And lastly, I offer this link describing one of history's most momentous periods: The French Revolution. America and The Western World are very near to a similar scenerio. I love it! Let's do it!
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Sip. Under normal circumstances I would have done a toke or two of 'home grown' right after beer #4 or #6. I would then have been 'totalled' for the next hour or so. I would have had very interesting internal (mental) experiences. I would then have experienced a case of 'the munchies.' (Huge blast of microwave radiation at that point caused me to exit the BR for the kitchen and LR where I sneezed 10-16 times (didn't count) in utter ecstasy. I love sneezing! Sniff.) I would then have raided the 'fridge. Yum! I would then have hit the sack. I would then have slept soundly. Zzzzz. I would have awakened in the morning. My 'hangover' would have been much less than that expected from booze alone, but 'significant.' I would have been very tempted to repeat the experience. VERY tempted. But wait!
My son-in-law, Mark (Kathy's husband and our family drug supplier) had recent done a deal for 20 hits of Orange Crush! OMG! He explained that LSD would get us 'higher than we had ever been before.' We all (except Kootch) did 'Orange Crush' one fine Sunday afternoon while Kootch watched TV.
Oh!
My!
God!
Kootch 'babysitted' us. We all had glorious trips!
Kootch, our only link to the 'real world' was our beautiful goddess. She saved us.

Link Dump Continued...

2011-12-16T19:43:00.000-07:00

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Continuing with tonight's 'link dump:'
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An amazing view of Earth's shadow! I love that very teachable photo! Words are not needed.
One of my heros is no more. I read his book, 'God is not great.' I agree! God sucks. Aha! I dialed 666 on the Brown Telephone and 'Extended the antenna.' God (as usual) answered immediately:
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gd: Back from the fridge with beer #8?
me: At 1915.
gd: Please state the reason for this call.
me Christopher Hitchens.
gd: Who?
me: I'm impressed by how closely you 'follow me.'
gd: Nothing personal. It's my job. Who?
me: In the kitchen?
gd: Of course.
me: In the Living Room?
gd: Of Course.
me: In the hallway?
gd: Of course.
me: In the bedroom?
gd: Especially in the bedroom.
me: In the bathroom?
gd: (click)
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I then dialed Lucifer (on an undisclosed number):
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lu: Hello?
me Christopher Hitchens?
lu: A recent arrival. Yes.
me: How well is he adjusting?
lu: He is absolutely delighted! I scheduled him for Sunday's WAS.
me: Of course.
lu: He'll no doubt be very popular.
me: I agree. Question: Does Planet Hell have drugs like Marijuana?
lu: Is the pope Catholic?
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Different Bait for Different Fish.

2011-12-16T18:23:00.001-07:00

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Sipping on beer #4 at 1722. And regarding the previous post, I had absolutely no conscious idea how I would eventually construct it and write it. I only had the links which I had found 'interesting.' I had very little idea (and inclination) concerning the eventual product. Beer was the magic 'juice' which brought it together. I could not have done it without that glorious alcoholic ingredient. (Drugs, used judiciously, can be very 'useful!' Comparing 'money' and 'air,' for example, would not have occured to me in my normal sober state. I will pay, of course, tomorrow. Will somebody please invent a drug like alcohol which does not 'charge you' with a hangover the next day? I'll be a fan!)
Sipping on beer #5 at 1750. Sipping and working. The two seem to be 'antithetical.' Shouldn't I be just 'working?' Isn't that what God wants me to do? Hmm. I dialed 666 on the Brown Telephone and 'extended the antenna.' God answered immediately:
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gd: Hello?
me High there!
gd: You're drunk again.
me: Sip. Be back in a minute... I'm baaack!
gd: With beer #6.
me: Right!
gd: At 1812.
me: Exactly!
gd: You are disgusting.
me: Different bait for different fish.
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Grow Your Own!

2011-12-16T17:21:00.000-07:00

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First sip at 1530. A little investigation of 'my stats' revealed that they were not all that impressive after all. However my 'intuition' tells me that the stats do not accurately reflect actual readership. Most readers probably get my blog info from sources other than Blogger ('Delicious' for example. Whatever.)
Link Dump time:
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One in nine high school seniors using synthetic 'marijuana.' This is disturbing given that the 'real thing' is much less 'toxic.' Do they use it because actual Marijuana is unavailable? Marijuana prohibition is bad for the general public, but is good for Traffickers, Courts, Lawyers, Cops and The Prison Industry (and therefore, Politicians). It's the money, honey. Follow the money.
Money is the new 'air.' Imagine a planet on which a single species can 'bank air' such that that air is unavailable to other members of the species. (Sip. Working on beer #2 at 1606.) Would there not be huge tanks of air reserved for various members? More (much more!) than any single member could possibly breathe in a single lifetime? Yes there would be. Would millions of less fortunate airless members die for lack of oxygen? Yes they would. It's only 'natural.' (Sorry, Mother Nature. I know You meant well.)
Medical Marijuana crackdown coming in Colorado. There is an antidote to this poison: Grow Your Own! Occupy Photosynthesis!
Teen drinking, smoking, continue to decline; Marijuana use is up. Good news! Parents need to get more involved. Smoke up with your kids! Grow your own! Teach them about drugs! Don't rely on 'The System' to do that for you. 'The System' is broken.
The case for including ethics, religion, in science class. Great piece! I was 'put off' at first by the author's obviously 'Jewish' name, but as I read, I relented. All of life's many 'categories' bleed into each other naturally, and should be treated as such, especially in the classroom. Good work!
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Kootch just waved and said, 'Oyasumi!' (Goodnight.)

I AM NO MORE.

2011-12-09T19:52:00.001-07:00

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After several minutes I hit 'redial' on the Brown Telephone. Mother Nature answered immediately:
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mn: Hello?
me: I'm Baaack!
mn: And I'm ready for you. Shoot.
me: Why did you create Peyote?
mn: Peyote was the only way I could communicate with you.
me: Huh?
mn: Psilocybin too. It was another method. I needed to contact you. I needed to convey certain information to you.
me: Me?!
mn: To all of you. You are all my children. I needed to show you.
me: Show us?
mn: Yes.
me: Show us what?
mn: Show you who you are.
me: And we are?
mn: You are all my lovely and glorious children. I loved you so much!
me: Loved?
mn: I AM NO MORE. I loved you. I died 13.7 billion years ago in The Big Bang. This ends the current recording.
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Why? Why?! Why?!?!?

2011-12-09T18:28:00.001-07:00

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Mother Nature and I seemed to get along quite well at our first 'meeting' on the Brown Telephone last week. Indeed, She seemed to know quite a lot about me... too much, in fact. I was a bit 'put off.' But now that I think about it, Her 'understanding' about me is 'definitional:' She knows absolutely everything there is to know about me because She is Mother Nature! Oops.
Over the intervening days I was able to emotionally accept the fact of Her omnicience. 'Ok. She knows it all.' So what?
I 'gathered my courage' tonight as I dialed 666 on the Brown Telephone. I had some very 'pointed questions' to ask Her:
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gd: Hello?
me: Mother Nature, please.
gd: No.
me: Tell us: Do You have a penis?
gd: (click)
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Dial tone! I then dialed 111 on the Brown Telephone. MN answered immediately.
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mn: Hello?
me: Do you have a penis?
mn: No. Don't be silly.
me: Just checking.
mn: I know.
me: Can you tell me about Peyote?
mn: Yes.
me: Psylocibin?
mn: Yes. What is your question?
me: Can You explain why You created a Universe containing Peyote?
mn: Yes I can.
me: Will You?
mn: Call me back in a few. (click)
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Now what?

2011-12-09T16:46:00.001-07:00

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This new version of Blogger is very interesting, but also very mysterious to a drunk blogger. Therefore I will use it 'as is' and will investigate this new version next week while sober. So far, so good.
What is on 'the agenda?' Lemme check...
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Peaceful Parenting Every Christian parent should read this.
NJ Majority Support Marijuana Decrim. I need to contact Mother Nature regarding this... later.
Medical Marijuana Reduces Traffic Deaths... I believe it.
We The People. We vote!
Truth told! (Be warned, this is a huge, 'non-sexual' photo. And I would add, from my personal experience, 'Foreskins feel good!'
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(time for the news... Alright!)
Beginning beer #9 at 1800. Sip. Now what?
I'm approaching the end of my useful cognitive clarity at 1815 (sip), so I'll contact Mother Nature on the Brown Telephone before I get too drunk. (Ahah! The 'Preview' looks like the final result only when it is displayed in 'minimal mode.' Expanded, it appears 'infinite.') Live and learn.

Hang the Bastard.

2011-12-09T15:57:00.001-07:00

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Whew. It is now 1559 as I finish beer #5 and begin beer #6. I am learning this new version of Blogger as I go. So far so good. Now what? Time to move on to a national news story which captured my recent attention: A lovely young lady recently enjoyed a 'sight-seeing' airplane ride in a 'two-seater' private plane. She enjoyed the 'Christmas lights' of the city beneath her. So far, so good. The pilot then landed the 'two-seater' airplane and taxied up to the 'gate.' He then allowed the naive young girl to exit the airplane, at night, while the engine was still running. She got out of the airplane, alone, at night, and then walked into the spinning propeller and was severely injured as a result. She will recover much of her former human talents (no thanks to Jesus). Question: who is to blame for this horrible accident?
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1) Jesus?
2) The stupid young girl? (Kootch just waved at me as she returned to her room with her 'daily chocolate.)
3) The 'pilot?'
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Vote.
Clearly, the pilot of that airplane was seriously at fault in that he left the engine running, at night, while allowing his naive passenger to exit the airplane. Hang the bastard.

Voting Jewish Categories.

2011-12-09T14:33:00.001-07:00

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New Blogger format? I'll try it.
Oh wow. 6000 page views?! I had no idea. Guess I'd better watch my language. Kootch and I just finished watching M while I drank beer #1 on 1/2 avocado. Working on beer #2 at 1438. Hmm. The 'preview' takes up the entire screen. So... as a test of the new Blogger format I will publish this post and then see what the blog result looks like... looks like it did before! Alright! I love Blogger!
Time to reread last week's posts as I begin beer #3 at 1455... Yep. Just as I remember. Sipping on beer #4 at 1517. CNN just had a blurb about Obama seeking the Jewish vote. According to CNN, Jews are comprise about 4% of the US population (and are therefore not 'stastically important' but every little bit helps). More important is 'Jewish money.' American Jews are probably the worlds richest group of people, and they contribute significantly to the American political process. Every American politician, therefore, needs to suck up to The Jews. Whatever American Jews want, American Jews get!
But there is another 'Jewish category' which is not widely recognized (and indeed, I may have been among the first to define it): Honorary Jews. 'Honorary Jews' are that group of American males who were circumcised at birth for various 'medical reasons' by the Jew-dominated American Medical Establishment. There may be approximately 100 million Honorary American Jews. And they vote.

Visal Stuff.

2011-12-02T22:32:00.000-07:00

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Beer #12 at 2010. Sip. I love my liver! Three beers left. 9 News on TV is colorful. Sip. (My liver loves me too.)
Time for another visual:

Very strange admission.

Here is a succinct observation regarding 'Culture Change:'

Oh Wow!

2011-12-02T22:05:00.000-07:00

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Slurp. Yum.
Wake up in the middle of the night. Keep your eyes closed. What do you 'see?'
I see patterns of black/dark/grey. Those same patterns persist even when I open my eyes in my dark bedroom. I call those 'patterns' 'entoptical phenomenon.'
Normal stuff. (Beer #13 at 2125.)
Steve Jobs died recently and his last words were, 'Oh wow. Oh wow. Oh wow.' Interesting. My 'take' is that Steve Jobs was experiencing brain death: Millions of neurons were dying. It was a chaotic process. His eyes were closed. He was focused on the normal Entoptical phenomenon as usual. But his dying brain was unable to produce the usual 'blackness' as his brain died. His visual brain 'lit up' as the 'gate-keepers' died. Oh Wow! Beautiful! Oh my God!
Steve Jobs died surrounded by beauty.
LSD is like that.
Oh wow! Oh wow! Oh wow!

Trickle Down Economics.

2011-12-02T20:54:00.000-07:00

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Trickle Down Economics:

Democrats love this visual metaphor of Republican Fiscal/monetary policy.

Meaning is meaningless.

2011-12-02T20:04:00.000-07:00

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Nothing personal.
Which brings us to the idea of 'meaning in a mechanical process.' The question refers to the beginning of that process. But 'meaning' is an extremely esoteric idea not explainable by mechanical events. Therefore 'meaning' is ephemeral. There is no such actual 'thing' as 'meaning.' Logic fails us.
The Universe is therefore not only 'stranger than we imagine,' The Universe is 'stranger than we can imagine.'
Sip.

You are a Movement.

2011-12-02T19:33:00.001-07:00

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'Cause and effect' is the principle. Acquinas, Newton, yo momma, all agree that 'effect' follows from 'cause.'
Your are a machine. But wait!
You are actually a process! The pieces of stuff which comprise you (the machine) will eventually dissemble and become the stuff of other various machines. Recycling! You are ultimately 'recycled stuff!' Therefore you are not a 'thing' but a 'process.' You are a process! What is 'process?'
Process is movement.
You are a movement.

Wake Up and See The Ritual.

2011-12-02T19:00:00.001-07:00

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sipping on beer #8 (?) at 1738, listening to ABC NEWS from the LR. Sip. Don't get me wrong: I have many lovely memories of Charleston, SC. Many ugly memories too. Google will take you on a photographic tour of Charleston. Yay Google! Here is another valuable link to Charleston. I love that site.
Popped open beer #9 at 1807. My poor liver is working overtime! Yay liver! What am I?
I am a 'biological machine.' I 'do my thing' acording to the laws of 'cause and effect.' Occasionally I 'wake up' and 'smell the coffee' for a while, then I go back to 'sleep.' For example, today I did my self-observation. I observed the machine while I put on my shoes and socks. (It's a 'ritual.' We all do lots of 'ritual behavior' because we are biological machines but we don't see the ritual. In order to 'see the ritual' we need to be aware of the ritual.) Wake up and see the ritual!
The Cerebellum plays an important part in 'ritual behavior' associated with motor function. Therefore it is easy for the 'main brain' to observe ritual cerebellar function. You can easily do that experiment: select a favorite 'mindless' physical behavior, then 'watch' your body as it 'does its thing.' Automatic! Machine-like!
Once you get used to this idea you will probably ask yourselves, 'Where does it all end?' My answer is that it is all 'mechanical.' We are machines. Biological machines. It never ends. Sip. Beer 10?

Losing My Virginity.

2011-12-02T17:27:00.000-07:00

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Whew. Beginning beer #6 at 1612.
One thing saved me back in those days: Orgasms (Self-Nurturing Procedures). Every night I would do my 'procedure' at least once. I grew sexually. At first I had no 'fantasies.' I simply peed in my pants (wet the bed) and did a mind-blowing orgasm and fell asleep immediately. When I got out of the orphanage I 'discovered the opposite sex.' I could add a visual component to my sexual experience! Sears Catalogs! Women in panties!
But the actual opposite sex remained elusive.

Bishop England High School was sexually segregated. Contact between boys and girls was 'discouraged.' The girls did 'recess' in the front yard of the school (previous photos) while the boys did recess in the back yard of the high school (no photos available). I would occasionally watch the girls from one of the front second floor (left) classrooms. I discovered that I could actually discerne the outline of their panties when they wore 'tight skirts!' Oh joy! I became, and remain, an avid 'panty-line afficionado.'
I would remain a virgin, however, until a Japanese girl offered to 'innitiate me' into Sexual Life. I accepted. We dated one night. We got appropriately buzzed. We ended up in a hotel room. But at the last minute she did an 'about face.' She apparently wanted me to 'force her.' Uhuh. I could always masturbate. I didn't really need a 'pussy.' I rolled over, ready to go to sleep. She relented. She let me fuck her. I fucked her. I became an ex-virgin. I never looked back. I never dated her again.
I met Kootch later at The Airman's Club on Shiroi AFB. I devirginized her and eventually impregnated her and married her in 1957. She hit the sack about 30 minutes ago.

Forever... and ever... and ever... Amen.

2011-12-02T16:03:00.000-07:00

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First sip at 1355. Yay beer! Three leftovers from last week. Buzzing my brains out at 1410 as I begin beer #2 on an empty stomach. Heavy face rad now as I reread last week's posts. Huge mucus flows, nose blows. Is there any way I can terminate the sadistic behavior of my 'neighbors?' Last night was another 14 hour (tap) experience of 'legal' torture. Definite human rights violation. Is there a way I can stop this torture without moving out? Any suggestions?
Moving along from last week, my experiences with the priests and nuns of Charleston (The 'Holy' fucking 'City'!) served me well in later life, turning me off, emotionally, to Christianity. The 'logic' of Acquinas was my last bulwark against Atheism, but it collapsed ignomineously in the face of modern philosophy which I discovered at the library one fine day while looking for a book about Acquinas: Russell slew Acquinas with a single blow. (Buzzing nicely on beer #3 after peaking about ten minutes ago.)
I was lucky, apparently, in that none of the priests ever tried to 'molest' me (although one of them came close). Some of the nuns, however, did 'molest me' with their power over me. Worst was 'Sister Mary.' We secretly called her, 'Pruneface.' She was a skinny old sadistic bitch. She was the orphanage cook. I dissed her chocolate pudding one evening, not realizing she was standing behind me. She was terribly offended. She got even with me by requiring me to scrub her dormitory floor. Not once; not twice; not three times...
Forever.
Every Saturday morning she would ritually move all the cots in her dormitory to one side of the room. She would then sweep the unvarnished hardwood floor meticulously, allowing not a single hair or a single dust particle to escape. I, meanwhile was on my hands and knees with a brush, a bar of soap, and a bucket of water. I would splash water on the floor, rub the brush on the soap, then scrub the floor in front of me with the brush. After it was all scrubbed I would mop up the soapy mess, squeeze it into another bucket, and repeat the procedure until all soap residue was gone. I would then do another five or six square feet. Meanwhile she watched me like a hawk. The 'procedure' took all Saturday morning. Meanwhile the other 'inmates' played, or did small chores and then played. The other children played, I worked.
The 'work' was not necessary, of course. No other dormitory sister required such intensive 'floor maintenance.' The other Sisters knew, of course, but did not intervene. It was child abuse. Nobody cared. Nobody stopped it.
It affected me in later life, of course. (If it ain't fun, don't do it!)
One glorious day I was told that I was no longer condemned to live in the Charleston Catholic Orphanage; I could go! Glorious news!
I walked out. I said 'goodbye' to nobody. I never returned.

G'night.

2011-11-25T23:38:00.001-07:00

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Popped open beer #10 at 2138.
But after eating supper and doing some research on Circumcision it is time to hit the sack at 2340. G'night.

More Photos.

2011-11-25T21:25:00.000-07:00

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Continuing with photos:

Darn.

Ok. So hows about this Microwave Cannon?

This works! I can (and will) testify to that!

Fortunately I cannot testify to this:

Pediatrition. (Whew.)
(It's the money, honey.)

Looking West?

2011-11-25T20:56:00.000-07:00

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Back from the fridge with beer #9 at 2026. Sip.
I forgot the name of the nun who taught Literature. She was a 'butterfly sister' who wore an extravagant white headress. She was very good looking. I would have fucked her. She must have sensed my attraction to her.
I hated Father Manning, AKA, The Iron Duke (or something like that). He taught 'Apologetics.' I had also served mass for him when I was living in the Catholic orphanage. I 'confessed' to him from time to time. I told the truth (more or less) about my 'mortal sins' (masturbation) during periodic ritual 'confessions.' Bad idea, apparently.
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Hmm. I like this! Photograph? This was probably taken after I left Charleston. Typical 'religious procession' entering the Gymnasium. The entire school was apparently destroyed and taken over by the College of Charleston.
Good fucking riddance.

Bishop England High School Circa 1954 (?)

2011-11-25T20:16:00.000-07:00

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Sipping on beer #4 at 1714, buzzing slightly.
Rereading 'Styles' (5) below)) from last week, I can remember that the intent of the post was to broadly categorize human behavior into two 'styles' (lifestyles): a) Economic, and b) Personal. But thinking about it just now I realized that would require an entire book. Hmm. Ok, hows about 'Liberalism' versus its nemesis, 'Conservatism?' That'll keep ya busy for a while... Sip. Now what? Kootch has hit the sack and I am working on beer #5 at 1753.
Damn. I'm outa ideas and there are 8 beers left. Time to watch the Evening News on TiVo... Hmm. Maybe I need to buy a van and move out. I would be free of the radiation... on the other hand I wouldn't have Kootch around... Guess I'll stay for the time-being. Sip.

Back from the fridge with beer #6 at 1900. Sip. Ok. Time to improvise: Bishop England High School, Charleston SC, back in the '50s. We were 'taught' by priests and nuns. Mostly crap. I flunked 12th grade due to sheer boredom. A passing grade in 'Apologetics' was mandatory. I flunked. I repeated grade 12. I flunked again! 'Summerschool' saved me. I 'passed' Apologetics. I joined the USAF. I never returned to Charleston. The 'main' building is in the center of the photo; the 'Science' building is on the right, and the gymnasium is on the left. I learned Chemistry in the Science building. I watched Girl's Basketball in the gymnasium. The girls wore green bloomers. Very sexy. Chemistry turned out to be the single most valuable high school class of them all because it provided a foundation upon which I would ultimately 'build my life.' 'Religion,' on the other hand, made absolutely no sense at all. Strangely, an ugly nun who hated me taught Chemistry. We called her, 'Horseface.' Chemistry was so interesting that I was already halfway through the book before the first class began. Her most stunning classroom 'experiment' featured Sodium, a soft metal you could cut with a butter knife. It was also lighter than water. She dropped a small sample in a container of water: it melted immediately and began hissing around on top of the water. A small explosion followed. 'Heat, Hydrogen, and Oxygen,' she explained. She caught me reading 'The Illead' in class at the beginning of the school year and confiscated the book. She returned the book at the end of the school year, probably thinking that I would have to pay a large fine. She was wrong: I had 'borrowed' the book illegally. I simply returned the book. My next most favorite class in High School was Literature:

XIII
Some for the Glories of This World; and some
Sigh for the Prophet's Paradise to come;
Ah, take the Cash, and let the Credit go,
Nor heed the rumble of a distant Drum!

I still prefer cash.

Tonight's Link Dump: The High and the Low of it all.

2011-11-25T17:11:00.000-07:00

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TGIF. First sip at 1523. One beer left from last week. Rotsa whiskey available. Sip. Buzzing slightly at 1553 as I begin beer #2. Just finished re-reading last week. I was a bit angry, apparently. Microwaves will do that to you. Sip. Speaking of which, last night was another 14 hour experience similar to that of last week, and once again I am well rested and highly irradiated. Grr. But maybe not so irritated. Then again...
Rink dump time:
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High IQ Linked to Drug Use. Figures.
Help this video go 'viral.' This is one of the best ever commentaries on any TV network. Highly recommended Pro-Marijuana-Legalization video.
The Sexual High: Woman's Brain on Orgasm.
From High to Low: Male circumcision leads to a bad sex life.
Rising above it all: Around the world in 90 minutes: APOD video (which only takes 5 minutes). The atmosphere looks awfully thin to me. Yet it weighs 14.7 pounds per square inch at sea level.
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Styles.

2011-11-18T23:10:00.000-07:00

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Captain Kirk on Piers Morgan?! Did I just miss something? Huh? Alright! I love it! Too bad Morgan didn't do this yesterday. Tonight I'm busy.
Where was I?
Cultural Style? Close but not quite.
Personal style? Mmm... no.
There are two kinds of 'styles:' Economic Style and Emotional Style. These two styles correspond to L Brain functions and R Brain functions. Sip.
'The Collective' loves and admires 'Economic Style.'
Individuals, on the other hand, love and admire Emotional Style.
(to be continued next week maybe... Nighty-night!)

Occupy Photosynthesis.

2011-11-18T22:20:00.000-07:00

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'Jesus' has apparently returned to Earth. Standby while I watch the Evening News... Interesting. Jesus has returned and his last name is 'Ortega.' This is stunning news, and I'm not quite buzzed enough to comment appropriately on Jesus' unexpected return except to say that there seems to be something of a resemblence.
But I am reluctant to leave our previous subject. We need to challenge current Marijuana law. We need to grow our own Marijuana, 'medical' or not. Screw the Feds! I therefore suggest 'Operation Occupy Photosynthesis' as our collective voice against repressive laws designed to benefit those wealthy folks in both government and Big Pharma who suppress a benevolent natural herb in order to eliminate 'competition' and enrich themselves.
That said, I dialed 666 on the Brown Telephone and extended the antenna. God answered immediately:
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gd: Hello?
me: Has Jesus really returned?
gd: Returned? Where?
me: (Click)
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Yes! Yes! Yes!

2011-11-18T20:07:00.000-07:00

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And with that modest introduction, I would like to add my support to the current 'Grow Your Own Pot' movement. Big Pharma wants to prevent the legalization of Marijuana because it well understands the efficacy of both medical pot and casual pot. And 'government' is for sale in this matter. It is ultimately an economic issue (It's the money honey).
It's easy to grow Pot: All you need is seeds, soil, light and water. Anybody can do it: How to Grow Weed Indoors.
Back in the late '70s We had no such instructions. We only had seeds. Lots of seeds. So we bought three plastic buckets and drilled three holes in the bottom of each. We filled the buckets with potting soil. We watered that soil. We then placed paper napkins in a large dish. On top of the napkins we placed nine seeds. We covered the seeds with more paper napkins. We then wet the napkins with tap water. We kept the napkins moist for several days. About day three, the nine seeds 'sprouted!' Oh Joy! We then planted those sprouts (3 each) in the three buckets, about an inch or so deep. We arranged the buckets under a couple of phosphorescent 'gro-lights' (4 long tubes). Then we positioned those lights two inches or so above the soil. We then left the lights on 24 hours a day. The lights were suspended on chains and were therefore easy to adjust as the plants grew. We kept the lights 2-3 inches above the plants, checking and adjusting for growth every day. As the plants grew, we pruned the two smallest plants from each bucket, leaving only one plant per bucket. Watching our plants grow was very exciting! We adjusted the lights daily, even adding reflecting aluminum foil in order to maximize light intensity. Our plants grew and grew! Meanwhile, we smoked our current 'stash' almost every night. The plants eventually reached 5-6 feet in height. We decided to do a test. Would the leaves of those plants get us high? Did we need to wait for those plants to produce 'sticky buds?'
We chopped off a couple of lower branches. We then removed the leaves and chopped them up with a scissors, then let the chopped up leaves dry out. When the product was dry, we packed about a tablespoon or two into our largest bong bowl. We filled the bong with hot water from the sink. I then 'did the honors:' I put a match to the top of the bowl and inhaled from the top of the bong: The bong filled with smoke bubbling up from the bowl output pipe, then filled my lungs with that warm, moist mixture of magic. I 'held it' for a while, then passed the bong to (Kootch, Mark, Kathy, Jenny?) I waited. Would our pot work? Would it get me high? Within about 30-60 seconds I had my answer: Yes!
The three plants eventually yielded about a cubic foot of dried leaves, which we smoked for about a year or two.
Kootch eventually flushed what was left of our stash one night. No more Pot. Barf. Today I asked her why. 'I was angry.' 'Why?' She didn't remember.
Years later I repeated that process in the large closet next to our bathroom. I smoked that pot for years, enjoying the booze/pot synergy. I smoked it all. Kootch was never tempted to join me.
After Gerash began attacking me with gas in the '90s, I threw away my bong and also the seeds (stored in the freezer).
Giving up Pot was sorta like giving up Diet Pepsi.

Tonight's Link Dump.

2011-11-18T17:49:00.000-07:00

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Some of the stuff I've been reading on the Web recently:
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How to Spot a Lie. The article speaks for itself, and I loved the video which is both funny and informative. Highly recommended.
Orange Sun, Scintillating. High quality as usual, from APOD.
How Does the Brain Work? This interesting NOVA ScienceNOW episode shows TMS (Transcranial Magnetic Stimulation) at work in the 3rd (of 4) panel. (If you lose sound, simply adjust the volume indicator.) 'Electromagnetism' covers a broad spectrum, and this particular version emphasises the 'magnetic' over the 'electric.' My current interest is more 'electric' due to the ongoing microwave activity against me, and as I did some recent research I realized how little we know about the biological effects of microwave radiation, and that I am really a 'test dummy' in that regard. Shouldn't I be getting paid for this?! I could use the money... And now for the 'druggie stuff:'
Medical Cannibis, 30 Years Later: A question. Huh? What study?
Deciphering the White House Jihad Against Pot. Huh?
Medical Marijuana Creating Pot Fiends? Apparently not.
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I Repeat: We Don't Need it.

2011-11-18T16:38:00.000-07:00

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TGIF. Happy Birthday Ann! Sip.
Working on beer #1 at 1532, after eating 'lunch' consisting of 1/2 avocado. Sip. Not much buzz yet, but I now have whiskey available if necessary. Yas.
Last week's session was done sleep-deprived, and as a result wasn't up to my high standards (sip) of quantity and (sip) quality, so I decided to go to bed at 8 PM last night. All went pretty much as expected, and I finally got out of bed 14 hours later, well rested and radiated. Buzzing nicely now at 1555. Sip. Time ro reread last week. It was a bit 'angry,' as I recall, and will need some revision. Lessee... Yep. Just as I remember. At least it was 'succinct.' I should mention that a quick 'circumcision' search of ABC produced no evidence to back up my fleeting visual impression of infant male genitalia on ABC NEWS last week, so it must have been something else. Slurp. Off to the fridge for beer #3... (Wow. I walked through an intense beam of microwave radiation on the way. Instant swelling in the L nasal mucosa, profuse mucus production, Tearing, and about 8 sneezes. This has happened quite a few times in the last month or two.)
Kootch stayed up last night to watch the Bronco game, and is ready to hit the sack.
As I reread post #3 below, it occurred to me to change 'Judaism' to 'circumcision.' But a bit of reflection suggested that in rare cases, circumcision seems medically indicated, whereas the 'mythology' of Judaism is certainly contraindicated in a modern democratic political system, including the 'tribal' aspect of Judaism. I repeat: We don't need it.

Pussy Shot.

2011-11-11T22:44:00.000-07:00

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Time to wrap this up. I will, therefore, leave you with a most amazing Pussy Shot:

Good night and good luck.

I Gave Birth to the Universe.

2011-11-11T20:55:00.000-07:00

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Rachel Maddow on Newt Gingrich. Awesome! Amazingly, presidential elections have now become opportunities for various dumbasses to make millions as they pretend to run for America's highest office! It didn't used to be that way, and the result is that American elections have acquired a new aspect which is proving to be attractive to viewers who might not have otherwise paid attention. Is that a good thing or a bad thing? Interesting!
Whoa! First sip of beer #11 at 2013. Sip. No whiskey. Barf. Hmm...
Ha! I just decided to call Mother Nature on the Brown Telephone. She is a huge information resource. She knows everything! You wanna know something about our universe? Ask Momma! I dialed 111 on the Brown Telephone and Extended the Antenna. Nothing, not even a 'dial tone.' Barf.
Then I remembered: the BT only works if you dial 666 first! Of course!
I dialed 666 on the Brown Telephone and Extended the Antenna. God answered immediately.
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gd: Hello?
me: Mother Nature, please.
gd: (hangs up)
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I then dialed 111. Mother Nature answered immediately.
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mn: Hello?
me: I am an ardent admirer.
mn: Yes. I know.
me: I'm buzzing my brains out.
mn: I know.
me: I have a silly question.
mn: (Giggling) I'm used to that. Shoot.
me: Why do they call you 'Mother Nature'?
mn: I gave birth to The Universe.
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Poof! The Jewish Problem.

2011-11-11T19:04:00.003-07:00

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Beer #6 at 1713. Sip. Carl Sagan Day happened this week. His most memorable production was, of course, Cosmos. I love HULU! Sagan also did Marijuana and LSD, I think. (Time for The News at 1726. Sip. Damn. Did I just get a fleeting visual of an uncircumcised infant penis ready for 'the cut' on this day of 11-11-11? Huh?! Is ABC the new 'Jewish Channel?') Yuck.
The 'Child Sex Abuse Scandal' is on CNN just now. Eheh. The Media's 'committment' to expose the 'sexual abuse of children' is admirable, of course. I have no quarrel with that.
But what about 'infant sexual abuse?' We see none of that on American national media. Why not? Clearly, infant sexual mutilation is so grotesque a 'procedure' that any 'unbiased' adult would condemn it. Yet it goes on and on, unnoticed by 'National Media.' Unscrupulous 'health practicioners' constantly violate the 'First do no harm' oath (Hippocratic Oath) which must be sworn by medical practitioners. Nobody notices. Why?
Jews. Jews are the problem.
Jews run the medical professions. Jews run the national media. Jews annually make millions of dollars mutilating defenseless Goy infants. Furthermore, Jews understand that circumcision 'cripples' the penis, and that in a modern social system that fact would surface soon enough were it not for universal (or nearly universal) circumcision. Jews would acquire a reputation for 'male inadequacy in bed.' Women would learn to avoid marrying Jews. Jews would disappear, as Jewish women learned to avoid them too. Jewish women would not allow their sons to be sexually mutilated. Judaism would go, 'poof!'
Yay, 'poof!'
We don't need Judaism.

In Vino, Veritas.

2011-11-11T17:07:00.000-07:00

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Working on beer #4 at 1614. Sip. IQ seems to have returned to nominal. Buzzing nominal too now. Sip. Bad news for Muslims and Jews: Is Your Circumcision Making You Soft? (Is The Pope Catholic?)
Working on beer #5 at 1633. Sip. While I'm thinking about it, I should mention that very interesting effect of Cannabis intoxication, 'time distortion.' Berkeley would be fascinated, and one wonders how he might explain God's 'affinity' for the drug: Time slows down when you're 'high.' The effect (Kootch just advised me that supper was ready (Saba). I said, 'I love you.') is obvious, but was most entertaining (to me) on those nights when we played five minute chess at the DCC while we drank beer and smoked Marijuana. A five-minute game seemed to take forever! What fun! Gerash never participated in that booze/ganja phase, prefering to leave 'prematurely.' I got the impression that his 'personality' was so 'fragile' that it could not withstand even a single instance of 'public intoxication.'
The problem, apparently, is expressed in the saying, 'In vino, veritas.' 'Truth,' to Gerash, is like 'Sunlight' to a vampire.

A Rose is a Rose.

2011-11-11T15:29:00.059-07:00

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First sip at 1430. I'm feeling 'brain dead' due to lack of sleep. Sip. Heavy IMW activity last night. Sip. (IMW= Improvised Microwave Weapon.) Booze has sometimes improved that cognitive situation significantly. Will it work again? We shall see. Time for a reread of last week... Funny. And rotsa Photos! I rike it. Did I 'invent' 'Obummer?' Probably not. And don't worry, I like the President, mild criticism notwithstanding. Somebody on CNN recently said something like, 'When I look at The Economy I think that Obama can't possibly be re-elected; but when I look at the prospective Republican nominees I think that Obama can't possibly be defeated.' I agree. Working on beer #2 at 1508. Sip. My money's on Romney as the eventual Republican nominee.
Well, well: Cannabis is synergetic with Opiates too! I'm not surprised. And now we move to the subject of 'time.' Is 'time' only an 'illusion?' I must admit that I didn't like that particular NOVA program as much as the previous one on 'space.' Actually, 'time' is about as 'illusory' as 'space,' which is to say, 'not at all.' Space and time (space-time) are as 'real' as 'Hot' and 'cold.' The title of the program (The Illusion of Time) is therefore problematic, even misleading. George Berkeley might disagree, of course, but since I don't share his theology I must accept the 'reality' of my world. True, a beautiful red rose is ultimately the result of billions of 'electrochemical events' (CNS processes), but we all necessarily chose the same 'level of reality,' the final product thereof. A rose is a rose... is a rose...

Do YOU Trust God?

2011-11-04T22:32:00.000-06:00

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Finally tonight, I offer this music: Beethoven Symphony #5, 4th Movement. But wait! There's more! Immortal Beloved. Was that a movie?
Just opened beer #11 at 2122. Sip. This is obviously a time to improvise... Sip.
Just popped open beer #12 at 2222. Sip. Yum! One beer left in case of emergency. No whiskey. Barf. Now what?!
See Which Congressmen Voted Against 'In God We Trust,' a recent congressional resolution. Interesting! Most everybody 'Trusts God:' Jews (who invented god), Christians (who refined that Jewish concept), and Muslims (who refined the Judeo-Christian concept) all 'trust God,' a non-existent entity! Indeed, Muslims believe that nothing ever happens unless it is 'The Will of God!' Bizzare!
Do you trust god?
I don't.
Nighty-night!

Tonight's Pussy.

2011-11-04T20:42:00.000-06:00

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How about some pussy?

Check out FAT LADY!

Working on beer #10 at 2025. Slurp. The Fat Lady story (above) relates the final adventure of a 'speelunker' (cave explorer) who forgot to remove his helmet and couldn't therefore 'retract' his head for the next breath. He suffocated. But he loved it.

Microwave Weapon: 'Leaning Forward.' 'Bad to the Bone.'

2011-11-04T20:12:00.000-06:00

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Microwave Weapon.

I think I'm getting the hang of this 'picture' stuff! These photos must depict similar 'artillery' to that currently being used against me.

Notice the 'horn-like' output of the microwave oven, which directs a beam of microwave energy toward the victim.
And here is another version of the same weapon:

I think that Gerash (and/or his 'employees' have been aiming such weapons at me for more than 15 years. Long time. At first, they had only one such weapon. They aimed it at me from my right side whenever I was sitting on the couch watching TV. My right eye, detecting unusual 'warming' defended itself by 'tearing up.' It would literally drip tears sometimes whenever I watched TV in the LR. The moisture was supposed to evaporate, thus 'cooling' the hot R-eye. I never quite 'got it' that the R-eye only 'watered' when I was sitting on the couch, watching TV. My R-eye developed a 'cataract' ('cooked lens'). The cataract was detected in an eye exam about two years ago. Since then both eyes have developed cataracts which have progressed to the point that I must 'lean forward' by half the previous distance in order to see clearly.
Nowadays they have several such weapons. Those weapons can be 'adjusted' in terms of 'aim,' and 'intensity,' and possibly, 'frequency.' 'Intensity' is usually adjusted by varying 'pulse width' or 'aim.' Shorter 'pulse width' equals less effective power (intensity). I suspect that there is also a weapon which uses a fundamentally different 'frequency' which is able to penetrate several inches of fat and flesh - 'bad to the bone.'

Messages to a Jewish God.

2011-11-04T19:15:00.000-06:00

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Just popped open beer #8 at 1858. Sip. Hmm! Looking through my photos just now I got the idea of doing a series of interesting photos! Yes! Now, if I can only remember how to do it... sip... Venn Diagram (above). Sip.
Sorry, Jesus.

Now what? Aha! Excellent advice!

Message to the Jewish god, WHTZSNM. Love it!

Circumcision is Unnecessary.

2011-11-04T18:51:00.000-06:00

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Working on beer #7 at 1802 (fart). Beer #6 disappeared quickly during the evening news when I realized that I had two (count 'em) beers open simultaneously. Sip, sip. Now what? Sip. Aha! Cutaneo cutaneous!
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I love that photo!
We 'routinely circumcise' our defenseless newborns for various stupid 'reasons.' The circumcisors, on the other hand, 'do it for the money.' Not so stupid! We think that our newborn children won't 'remember.' Wrong. They will remember. In fact, they will never forget.
Our pets, we don't circumcise:

CATS REMEMBER!

DOGS REMEMBER!
We tell ourselves, 'It's ok. He won't remember... Wrong, folks!

WHNTHFCKRYGNNCLLMGN?

2011-11-04T17:44:00.003-06:00

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I noticed that one of the 'contributors' to that NOVA episode was a fella named, David H Koch. Sounds familiar...
Hmm. 'H.' Aha! It's been a while since I talked to Jesus. So I figured I'd better contact the Jewish god WHTZSNM first. I dialed 666 on the Brown Telephone and 'extended the antenna.' God answered immediately:
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gd: Hello?
me: Quick question: How is 'space' a 'fabric?'
gd: (hangs up)
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I then dialed Lucifer's number:
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lu: Hello?
me: Been a while. How's it going?
lu: The usual stuff, except nowadays everybody wants to appear on TWAS. We can't handle everybody.
me: Weird things happening here too. How's Jesus?
lu: Doing quite well. He recently opened a Psychiatric Practice and is literally flooded with applicants. 'Overwhelmed' might be a better word.
me: Really! I'm curious: How does He advertise?
lu: A single discrete sign on the front lawn reading, 'Jesus H Christ, Psychiatrist.'
me: Fascinating. Any recent calls from the Holy Ghost?
lu: Yes! In fact I have a message for you from HG. It's unreadable as usual but I copied it down: 'WHNTHFCKRYGNNCLLMGN?' Make any sense?
me: Yes. Thank you. Give my regards to Jesus.
lu: Will do. (hangs up)
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Exoesoterica... Endoesoterica

2011-11-04T16:47:00.000-06:00

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Are those actual words?!
Drugs and the Meaning of Life is an interesting essay by Sam Harris, author of, The End of Faith. I read it. I liked it.
Moving now from 'Esoterica Internalis' to the opposite, 'Esoterica Externalis,' I begin with Cosmic Log: How Strange Can Space-Time get? Answer: Very Strange! I watched the first NOVA episode (on TiVo) recently and was very impressed with Fabric of the Cosmos: What is Space? Answer: Stranger than you think! I am now looking forward to the next episode, The Illusion of Time. Hmmm! 'Time' is an illusion?! Brian Greene does very good work indeed! All we need now is a similar version of Brian Greene who will work with NOVA on the 'Esoterica Internalis' story as revealed by LSD and its brothers, sisters, and analogs. Anybody 'out there?' How's about YOU, Sam? (Secret instructions to NOVA: Contact Sam Harris about possible NOVA exposition of LSD and similar Entheogens. Shhhh. This must be very hush-hush. BTW, I am available for 'consultation' but would never agree to appear on camera.)
Sip. Now working (if you can call it that) on beer #4. It sprang a leak just after I opened it and I poured what was left into a glass. Sip.

Theorytime: Is it Good for the Jews?

2011-11-04T15:42:00.001-06:00

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I'm baaack... sipping on beer #1 of 13. I had two left from last week but drank one of them on Halloween night while waiting for T-or-T-ers. Sip.
Theorytime: In view of the obvious benefits of LSD and Marijuana, what factors might explain their continued vilification? My theory: Jews. Eheh.
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(1) Many if not most American lawyers are Jews. Evil Marijuana and LSD are 'good for the lawyer business.' therefore, 'good for the Jews.'
(2) Many cops are Jews. Ditto. Many Jews also inhabit the other parts of the 'Criminal Industry' (my term). Ditto.
(3) Therefore, 'prohibition' of popular and relatively innocuous drugs is 'good for the Jews.' Hence those drugs remain on the government 'no-no list.' And Jews own the government! Sweet.
Thinking about this subject recently I remembered an episode of Star Trek which featured Captain Kirk against a band of 'hippies' the leader of whom had deformed ears resembling the tips of very large human foreskins. Hmm. Both Kirk and Spock are Jews in real life, and Spock 'wore' what looked like a 'light yarmulke' on his shiny black head all the time. Hmm. Was this a subtle signal to American Jewry: Illegal LSD and Marijuana is 'good for the Jews?' I think so. Prove me wrong if you can.
I can even relate to the 'entheogenic aspect' of those drugs. Many Jews tried them, and as a result, some Jews abandoned Judaism altogether, becoming 'seekers' of various sorts. Many ended up in Puna, India, as 'Sanyassins' of Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh.
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Indeed, my understanding of American Jews does not rule out the theory that many - if not most - American Jews ask themselves that question when in the ballot box. 'Is it good for my state?' and, 'Is it good for my country?' are both questions which come into consideration only after consideration of that first question.

From The Big Lie to The Big Truth.

2011-11-04T13:21:00.001-06:00

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Working on Diet Pepsi #5 at 1155. Sip. I'm somewhat sleep-deprived due to the nightly microwave torture, but not enough to warrant a nap. Lets start at the very bottom:
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Obummer's Drug Tzar Tzucks. LEAP: White House Dismisses Popular Marijuana Petitions. Lies, lies...
Five Favorite Law Enforcement Lies About Marijuana. Interesting.
Alcohol is More Than Twice as Harmful as Marijuana. But alcohol prohibition proved to be disasterous (hint, hint). This might also be a good argument for the 'synergetic method' of intoxication which uses both drugs in moderation. BTW, Marijuana also works synergetically with LSD when smoked during the 'coming down' (re-assembly) phase of an Acid Trip: it considerably reduces that 'overcaffinated feeling' and 'strangens things up' again. We always used it that way during tripping. We never tried mixing booze and Acid. I don't think that would work very well.
Montell Williams on Medical Marijuana. I saw him on Dr. Oz recently, but the subject never came up (eheh).
Apparently there is even a Sex-Pot 'synergy.' Hmm. I don't remember...
Prescription Pain Killers cause most OD deaths. Worse than Heroin or Cocaine! But the 'important thing' is that they are legal. Right? Oh, and don't forget the money (it's the money, honey).
Halfway through Diet Pepsi #6. Sip.
This chart allows you to compare various drugs in terms of their 'lethality' and 'dependence potential.' Notice that LSD is lowest in both categories. I would add also that LSD is highest in Entheogen-ic effects, a winning combination!
Dr. Lester Grinspoon on Marijuana and his son Danny's chemotherapy. Beautiful interview.
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Outa Diet Pepsi but not yet ready for beer, so I'll publish now and return later. Stay tuned!

Oyasuminasai!

2011-10-29T00:30:00.000-06:00

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Here is yet another beautiful version. Goodnight my lovely and glorious pets!

Signing Off...

2011-10-28T23:41:00.009-06:00

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But first I need to point you all in the direction of Cosi Fan Tutte! The colors are all there. Take your pick! Women are so beautiful.

The List of Interesting Sites

2011-10-28T23:17:00.001-06:00

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I'm a bit too buzzed to call it a night just yet, so I thought I'd present to all my lovely and glorious 'followers' (who shall remain anonymous) some excellent links:
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Periodic Table of the Elements. Jesus did not know this!
Disposable Web Page. I have yet to work out the implications of this. I'll work on it when I'm soberer. Next week maybe. Stay tuned.
Red-remover: The game. Loved it.
Periodic Table of Irrational Nonsense. This link is a MUST! Do not inform your current Science Teacher about this URL!
Spiders on Drugs. Everything you suspected. Slurp.
HULU. You gotta love it! I do.
LSD Archives. (By growabrain.) This blog should live forever! Yes! Do not let this blog die! Immortalize this blog!!
Sento, oh Dieo. Mozart Opera. (Cosi Fan Tutte). Beautiful.
File Dropper. Sounds interesting... We'll see...
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Sexy Wet Female

2011-10-28T20:45:00.000-06:00

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Time to wrap this up. I offer the above lovely wet butt as tonight's tribute to female sexual beauty. What an ass on that woman! Glorious!

Wall Street Morphing.

2011-10-28T20:27:00.000-06:00

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Well, I must admit that I underestimated my 'liver function.' Zat sucker rearry rocks! I can barely keep up! Slurp.
A discussion on CNN just now is, 'Wall Street.' I Can hear it from the LR. 'Wall Street' is actually code for 'The Jewish Establishment.' America is 'waking up.' About time.

Enjoy it While You Can!

2011-10-28T20:14:00.000-06:00

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We make more life. Life 'overflows the cup.' Life starves onto death. Life oscillates up and down between life and death, maintaining a natural balance. Both life and death are normal expressions of our glorious universe: We are born; we die. Enjoy it while you can! 'You' will never return. Never.
But what if another form of life 'discovers us?' Eats us all?
Not bloody likely. Although The Universe is literally 'brimming with life,' 'distance' protects us. 'They' won't even know that we exist for many years. So we have time to prepare.
But us individuals will die very soon and will never live again. What is the implication of that?
My take is that those of us who are truly intelligent recognize the various constructs which produce 'happiness,' and that 'happiness' is the ultimate human achievement. Live happy. Die happy! Only idiots 'live long and prosper,' unhappy.

The Way; The Truth; The Light...

2011-10-28T18:41:00.073-06:00

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(Little Blogger save error just now so I published a blank post. Did it work? Yep.)
CNN Political Ticker. Speaks for itself. Now for some really interesting stuff:
Stars Make the Fundamental Components of Us! In a star long ago and far away... Young Suns were born... Celestial Sperm and eggs emerged... and they became us! What are the implications of that?
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My take is that The Universe is rich with various forms of life. Life is everywhere around us. Life is ubiquitous in The Universe. But unfortunately Life is ferocious. Life kills other life in order to survive! Kill or be killed! That is the law of survival. It is THE law of the Living Universe. (Back from the fridge with beer #9. Sip. Only six beers left.) Bad news for us who are alive; very bad news.
But us humans occupy the top slot in the food chain. Good news! Very good news: We eat; we poop out other, less fortunate life. It is The Way of The Earth, The Way of the Universe. Yum. Life is delicious! Sip. We masturbate.
We fuck.

Yas! Yas!

2011-10-28T18:35:00.001-06:00

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Kootch and I just had one of our rare arguments. I had to use the 'vampire sign' on her for the first time. I invented the 'vampire sign' many years ago as a method by which she could tell me that my drunken behavior was totally inappropriate. It always worked. What is the 'Vampire Sign?' I think I saw it being used in old Vampire movies: you cross your index fingers to form a (Christian) cross and hold that pose between you and the 'Vampire.' It didn't work with Kootch just now. Oh, well. We are all human...
I am an advocate of Marijuana of course, and my sense of propriety causes me to issue this warning in that regard. Smoke it if you got it, but be careful.
Law Enforcement Against Prohibition. (LEAP). Not all cops are complete fucking idiots! There may yet be hope...
O'bama not really Oh,Bummer? Hmm! I like it! Sip.
Back from the fridge with beer #8 (I think). Slurp. Buzzing nicely again. Yum!
The Importance of Mind-Wandering. I do this at night during Radiation Torture.
Michael Moore is on Anderson Cooper 360 regarding 'The Occupation.' Yas!
Sip.
Colorado Issues First Medical Cannabis Business Licenses in US. Yas!

Yeesh.

2011-10-28T17:32:00.001-06:00

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Whew! That was like expelling a huge buildup of shit, with laxatives. I hate this Microsoft browser. Slurp. Oh, speaking of 'shit,' Gerash apparently likes to 'intercept' occasional samples of mine from time to time, judging by our toilet 'behavior.' Apparently there is a 'divert valve' in 104 which can be used to shunt shit from the 'waste line' to a 'Poop tank' down there. The valve can then be reset to 'normal.' The problem seems to be that 'timing' is critical. Flipping the valve too soon or too late causes strange behavior in our potty, including unflushed shit. Garash is apparently hooked on my shit. Yes, I know the theory is 'out there' but it is the only theory which 'explains the facts.' Yeesh.

TMI Dump

2011-10-28T17:05:00.000-06:00

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Back from the fridge with beer #5 at 1640. Yum! A little editing of the previous posts... Now what...? UNIQLOCK! I love it!
(Gotta do an 'information dump' before continuing. My stupid Microsoft browser insists on retaining TMI, causing huge memory/disk storage problems. What crap!)

The Synergy

2011-10-28T16:33:00.001-06:00

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Sipping on beer #4 at 1601. Only 11 beers left. Sip. Buzz has been significantly blunted by heroic liver action. (Gee, thanks. I think. Sip.)
Poor Amy Winehouse drank herself to death. Was it intentional? We'll never know, of course. But in any case, Amy most probably had no clue about what I call 'The Synergy' between Alcohol and Marijuana: She only needed to take a couple hits of Good Weed after her first half-pint. Really. The Synergy would then have protected her: Buzz increases suddenly and dramatically and takes on a magical/mystical quality. Really mystical: Certain events of recent memory acquire a completely new perspective, often bringing the boozer/toker to tears of joy and understanding not possible with sobriety or booze alone. The Star Wars series produced the mantra, 'Trust The Force, Luke!' I have a new mantra for you: 'Trust The Synergy, Luke!'
The mystical awareness of The Synergy evaporates soon enough, of course, and you are left with only one desire: Pizza! (Or whatever.) You have come back down to earth and you are hooongry! You have 'the munchies.' You eat everything in sight! No more booze.
Is there a company called, 'Mystic Pizza?'

It's The Money, Honey

2011-10-28T15:58:00.001-06:00

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Sip. I predict this blog will go downhill rapidly. Sip. Buzzing brains out!
Sniff. Last sniff of beer #2 at 1517. Off to the fridge for beer #3... Back at 1519. Candy is on CNN talking with Wolf about Herman. Eheh. CNN played right into my hands. Yas. Let's do a little thingie on Herman Cain. Shall we? Yes we shall:
Herman Cain seems to be an unemployed former CEO who is both 'running for the Republican Presidential Nomination' and 'doing a book tour.' Multi-tasking! I am, of course, impressed. But Cain is not a serious candidate. Here's why:
Strike 1: Cain is black, not half-white like Obama.
Strike 2: Cain is named after the second moral disaster in Jewish Mythology (Very Old and Odious Testament (AKA VOOT)): Cain killed his brother, Abel. We tend to 'act out' our names, psychologically speaking.
Strike 3: Cain is a former CEO of a company called 'Godfather's Pizza.' Heh. Acting out.
Strike 4. Cain is actually a 'Jewish Joke' on the American People, perpetrated by the Koch Brothers. At least one of the Koch Brothers contributes to various PBS programs that I watch, so they can't be all bad. I've created a little poem about Herman Cain:
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Herman Cain: a Jewish joke;
Brought to you by Brothers Koch.
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Herman Cain: Not exactly Economicus Cognicious.
I have been literally laughing out loud at every 'political commentator' on American TV who 'doesn't seem to get it' because they all work for various Jew-dominated television networks. They know it as well as I do, but they just can't say it!
It is the money, honey. Ain't it always?

Missed Again, Idiot!

2011-10-28T15:09:00.002-06:00

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Now about to shamelessly take my third sip of my first beer... on an empty stomach! Ha. Sip. I went to bed early last night knowing that I would have to deal with hellish amounts of microwave radiation from above and below, compliments of Gerash and his minions. I was correct: after 13.5 hours in bed I managed to sleep for (about) six hours, the rest of which was mostly more or less intense torture (AKA 'rest'). Slurp.
Coulda been worse, of course, but also coulda been much, much, better. I don't use 'sleeping meds' - don't trust them - so when I sense a decrease in the nightly bombardment I attempt to sleep instead of 'plotting' my next blog... Yassss....... ('They' are doing the usual 'taps' but I am not bothering to record them because it only encourages more.)
Back from the fridge with beer #2 at 1452. Sip. Buzzing nicely already.
The world didn't end, darn it. Sip. Buzzing nicely at 1300.
Speaking of 'buzzing'... huge asteroid to buzz Earth on November 8. Notice that various religious fools predict 'the end' from time to time, while modern science predicts 'not yet' from time to time. Whew. Whoa! Really buzzing! Sniff. Snort. (mucus, not 'coke.' I don't do coke.)

Oh No. We Can't.

2011-10-21T21:03:00.003-06:00

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My buzz has leveled out as I have listened to the music. Beautiful stuff. Sip.
But I ain't done yet! Sip.
The Third Movement always presented problems to me while I was on Acid because of its violence. 'Violence' and 'Acid' were not at all compatible. I loved the last movement, but hated the third movement on Acid, so I rarely turned the record over. But I loved the last (5th) movement, and played it often as I regained my sense of 'reality.' The sequence appears to be somewhat fucked up as I sort out the next (4th) movement. Oh well. What the hell. The problem seems to be related to my stupid browser which insists on 'remembering everything' even if I want to forget it all. So stupid! But that's Microsoft for you. So dumb! Lastly there is the 5th Movement which I cannot find right now in my drunken state. Barf.
So much for 'music.' Pussy? Ha! Check out this glorious photo of a yum-yum feeling her Clit!
Now what? 13 bears and Marijuana. Fun! This reminds me of the times when we all watched TV in the family room while stoned.
Colorado favors legal Pot. Are we a 'critical state?' Yes we are!
Why are American women so depressed? Circumcised sexual partners are unable to satisfy (my diagnosis). (Oh no. We can't.)

You MUST Do LSD before You Die Forever!

2011-10-21T19:48:00.007-06:00

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By the way, I've never had a 'wet dream.' Never. Now I know why. (jiggle, jiggle!) I've had many 'sex dreams' (usually involving women and their panties - never men) but none lately. Indeed, nowadays I rarely remember my dreams.
Back from the fridge with beer #8. Sip. Now what? Shall we do a little 'philosophy?' Yas!
But wait! We need music. Hmm. Beethoven Piano Concerto #5. Glorious! We used to play this music very often during the late '70s while we were all stoned and working together on a very large puzzle in the living room at night. It was 'puzzle music.' Whenever we did Acid this music was 'trip music.' I was usually alone in the LR listening to this music while Kootch and the kids were in the family room watching TV. This music was often my only link to reality as I tripped my brains out. The music produced visual 'synesthesia' which presented as a river of flowing color far surpassing natural color. My favorite part was the beginning of the next movement which always produced a spectular 'bloom of color' in the colorful flow which always replaced the darkness of my closed eyes. The time between the ending of the first movement and the beginning of the second movement produced a kind of random colorful background riverlike flow (instead of the usual blackness) and this music always produced a spectacular 'bloom of color.' So beautiful! Even 'blinking' my closed eyes affected the colorful flow. You absolutely must try LSD before you die forever! You must!

Sexually Maim, Sexually Lame...

2011-10-21T18:34:00.000-06:00

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Back from the fridge with beer #6. Yum! Sip. Only 8 beers left (2 leftover from last week.) Now what? Ha!
Another 'social problem' which needs to be addressed in today's America is the problem of infant sexual mutilation. It is a huge cultural problem which decreases our National Net Happiness Quotient (NNHQ) significantly. You wanna outlaw something Mister President? Good: Outlaw infant sexual mutilation (circumcision). We don't need it. We would be much happier without it. Circumcision is an ancient Jewish procedure designed to prevent illicit male orgasms. It's ok for The Jews, who see it as a sign of 'solidarity' with their stupid little god, WHTZSNM (and better them than us!).
But Circumcision enriches unscrupulous 'doctors' and sexually maims defenseless infants. Sip. Gotta check in on the news... back with beer #7, listening to ABC as I type this. NBC and CBS on TiVo.
The 'circumcision procedure' was introduced into American medicine by Jews. It was a 'money thing' but also a 'tribal thing.' Jews knew that the natural penis was far superior to the mutilated Jewish penis. Penis Envy. Jews wanted a 'sexually level playing field.' And there was money in it! Mostly it was the money. Take away the money and the circumcision rate drops significantly.
I therefore offer as supporting evidence, this link which explains the functions of the foreskin. I wholeheartedly agree! Masturbatory orgasms are a huge psychological (self-nurturing) resource for males and females alike, and in the males are significant alternatives to nature's way of 'wet dreams' as a method of eliminating 'old sperm' (which tends to produce more abortions and birth defects). New sperm is better sperm. And the penile foreskin makes it very easy for the male to eject old sperm via masturbation. It also allows young males to teach themselves sexually through masturbation. I know. Furthermore, the uncircumcised male is a far superior sexual partner so far as the female is concerned. Circumcates are sexually lame.
The 'drug problem' and the 'circumcision problem' appear to be related in the sense of 'illicit pleasure.'

Gerash's Big Mistake.

2011-10-21T16:54:00.000-06:00

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Back from the fridge with beer #4 at 1545. Sip. Buzzing nicely. Sip. Snort (face rad - nasal mucosa swollen).
The REAL drug problem concerns the modern products of Big Pharma. Let's fix that drug problem, Mister Prez. Here is a humerous example.
I love that skit!
The 'drug problem in America' began with a big lie: Marijuana is a drug which deserves to be placed on 'schedule 1.' Not true. Marijuana is actually quite a good drug when used properly. (This link is a 'gold mine' of information. I've read a couple of Grinspoon's books. Highly recommended.) Indeed, it seems difficult not to use it 'properly!'
Back from the fridge with beer #5 at 1620 (Ha! 420!) Sip.
I know about Marijuana. I've smoked it and grown it. I love it. Back in the late '70s we were introduced to Ganja (Marijuana) by my 'son in law,' Mark. It was an instant 'hit' with us. Mark later introduced us to LSD, another instant hit. Neither Marijuana nor LSD should be 'schedule 1' drugs. Both of those drugs are actually safer than Aspirin, and neither is 'addictive' in the accepted sense of that term. We enjoyed both. I disliked being 'dependent' on a 'drug supplier' and learned to grow my own. Simple. Anybody can do it. I grew the most basic plants: no 'buds,' only rotsa reaves! We harvested leaves only. We chopped them up and dried them out. Three plants became about a cubic foot of dried leaf particulate which we smoked in a hot water bong. We loved it and it drew our family together. So did the LSD. Gerash was not pleased. He wanted to 'destroy us.'

Yesterday This Day's Madness did prepare...

2011-10-21T15:39:00.000-06:00

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Sipping on beer #2 at 1500. Kootch and I just finished M, and I am buzzing sluggishly on one beer and half an avocado. (What is it with beer and avocados?) Time to reread last week again... Ok.
Khadafy is dead. The Iraq War is 'over.' We think we won. (Not sure yet. In any case it's too late to dig up Saddam.) The World ends today? We shall see. So far so good. But one thing at least is certain: the Drug War drags on. It seems that 'O'bama' is morphing into 'Oh, bummer.'
Obama: From First to Worst on Medical Marijuana. Bummer.

Obama's Multi-Agency War on Medical Marijuana. National Schizophrenia.

An Open Letter to President Obama on Medical Marijuana and 2012. Read and heed, Mister Prez. And it will be good for the economy too!

Drug Policy Reform Conference: Nov 2-5 in Los Angeles. Be there or be square.

Drugs in Portugal: Did Decriminalization work? Apparently so! Should we try it? Absolutely! Us Americanos WILL have our Pot, Mister President, legal or not legal. End this miserable and costly Drug War. Now!

Gallup Poll: Record High 50% of Americans Favor Legalizing Marijuana Use. See?
California Medical Association Calls for Marijuana Legalization. The snowball is rolling downhill... gathering momentum...

Beauty.

2011-10-14T21:47:00.000-06:00

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Beer #11 at 2035. Yum. Sip. This might be the last post for tonight. Hmm. Lessee... Toke of the town! Yes!
Que Sera Sera. Kootch absolutely loved this song in the early days of our marriage!
MAGIC Star Trails. 'Rotation' explains it all.
Beauty is more than skin deep. It would seem to follow that 'tatoos' are frivolous; ugly, even. Viva virgin skin! Human skin needs no 'decoration.'

Which brings us to beer #12. Sip.
G'night!

Teaching Self-Awareness: Minding the Machine.

2011-10-14T20:18:00.010-06:00

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Yes, I 'dropped out' in the sense that Timothy Leary proposed. But the 'reason' for dropping out was not the 'advice' of Tim Leary, but the personal, social, and psychological attacks being directed against me by Gerash. Little did I know!
A lot of water has flowed 'under the bridge' since then, and I have come to understand my 'situation' very clearly. I am now at the apex of my life: I know. I understand!
That's why I don't do Facebook or Google+. What would be the point?
Anderson Cooper is on CNN now. 'Bullying' is the theme. Children need to be taught 'not-bullying?' Huh?
Negative.
Children need to be taught 'self awareness.'
'Self-awareness' overcomes 'internal dialog.'
Every school child needs a 20 minute timer to 'wake Hir up in the Buddhist sense.' Each child should then be taught to 'observe the machine' for 20 seconds while balancing on one leg. Volunteers should then be encouraged to share the 'results.'
Children need to understand the fact that they are all 'biological machines' and should therefore be 'self-supervised.'

'Til Death do us Part.

2011-10-14T19:46:00.000-06:00

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Back from the fridge with beer #9. (what happened to beer #8?) Sip.
Most people go through their entire lives on autopilot. I did. Then, in the late 1970s I did LSD. Astonishment! I 'died' and was 'resurrected.' I did many (10 or 15) 'Acid Trips.' I began reading 'esoteric stuff.' I quit 'working.' I had 'discovered myself.'
'They' say that 'only (the prospect of) death will wake you up.' But then it's often too late. LSD woke me up and I began investigating myself. Fun! Carlos Casteneda and Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh provided the information I needed. Poor Kootch: 'Til death do us part.' Kootch was always 'the babysitter' and never did Acid with the rest of us. I would observe Kootch 'ministering' to us as we tripped. Goddess! Kootch was a Goddess! The kids never noticed. They only enjoyed tripping. LSD is wasted on the young.

Checking the Autopilot.

2011-10-14T18:55:00.000-06:00

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Awareness. I know myself. I watch 'the machine within.' I also watch the machines around me. It's not that I am 'always aware' in the Buddhist sense, but that I have learned to 'call in fairly often.' Like you, I am usually 'on autopilot,' but I 'check in' from time to time. My current method is the 20 minute (tap) timer. I use it to not only to move my body as an anti-DVT procedure but as a 'wake-up call' which instantly brings me 'into the moment.' I spend the next minute or so 'observing myself on autopilot.' I watch myself walk. I could never do that without 'autopilot.' I watch myself opening a beer. (tap) Stuff like that. 'Opening a beer' is actually a very complex physical procedure. I watch myself in autopilot mode 'opening a beer.' I am a pilot who checks up on the autopilot at regular intervals. I would be hopelessly lost if I had no autopilot. The task of managing all those sequential muscle contractions would be too overwhelming. I wouldn't move much, if at all.
Then I go back on autopilot for another 20 minutes or so.

The Culture Explosion.

2011-10-14T18:05:00.000-06:00

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Back from the fridge with beer #4 at 1631, buzzing nicely but sleep (tap) deprived. By the way, I was recently able to confirm my theory that intense microwave radiation would cause Cataracts due to the lens' lack of a (cooling) blood supply. The protein in the lens would 'cook like a steak.' This is probably not a concern for cell phone users because of the extremely low power of cell phones. (Relax. Call yo mama. Normally, cataracts are caused by ultraviolet radiation over a lifetime.)
Back from the fridge with beer #5 at 1650. Buzzing nicely. Sip. So, what's in the 'Interesting' file? Lessee... (Kootch just walked by, smiled, waved, and said, 'Busy?' I laughed.)
Are female orgasms a 'bonus?' If so, Kootch got more than her share. Indeed, so did I! Viva 'au naturel!' (I use the term in the anti-circumcision sense, of course.)
The end of the world is nigh - again. This is an example of 'obsolete culture.' 'OC' is a new term invented by me just now (sip). Burp. Back from the fridge with beer #6 at 1722. Buzzing nicely. Who needs sleep? (Kootch just walked by, waved, and said, 'Now. Goodnight!' I reciprocated. Me and my beers are alone now. Sip.
'Culture' has changed slowly over time but the rate has recently accelerated due to technological advances and the 'culture curve' now appears to be 'exponential.' Fun! 'May you live in interesting times' was a 'curse' in the old days (of rapid culture change) but is fun nowadays from my point of view. I don't participate as much as I could, (tap) of course but I do participate via this blog. Sip. (Back from the fridge with beer #7, buzzing really nicely.) How do I resist getting my very own Facebook or Google+ account? What is my secret?

The Nightly Radiation Routine.

2011-10-14T16:25:00.000-06:00

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TGIF! Beginning beer #2 at 1518. Kootch and I just finished M. Rereading last week I spotted a few things which could be improved... Ok. I added a link to #1 and rewrote the god interview. Lessee... Now what... Sip.
Rotsa radiation recentry - as usual - so lets give you a sample of what's currently going on from last night's 'gas log:'
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Bed at 2300. (Heavy rad 2315-0100, 0330-0530, TCR 0830-0900)
10-14-11
Up at 0900
0941 LR TCR suddenly stopped. 0953 Again. 0957 Again. 1012 Constant gas until (1100). 1029 TCR again. 1125 R eye watering, IRFS. 1150 Heavy Nose Rad while on potty visit. Much sneezing. 1207 Gas, R eye watering. !236 --> BR. (Record ends.) (tap)
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It's very unusual for TCR to stop (faint boom) suddenly, but it has happened before. TCR is caused by pulses of energy (another fb) and usually 'fades away' as the pulse width is lengthened to continuous wave. TCR causes no 'detectable' heating, unlike CW. The 'nightly routine' usually begins with CW which causes swelling in the nasal passages and throbbing of face and gums. It always begins on the L side if I'm laying on my back. My defenses include a metal cookie sheet and four light aluminium flat pans (duct-taped together)about the size of the cookie sheet. I can also 'turn away' by laying on my right side. TCR usually wakes (tap) me up in the mornings.
I could go on and on but that would be TMI.

Why?

2011-10-07T23:56:00.000-06:00

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Fun! Making fun of 'god' is such fun!
Back to 'The Meaning of Life:' I understand the concept because those religious 'mentors' who influenced me back in the early '50s were basically 'scum.' Jewish scum. I would eventualy formulate a 'new theory of my life.' (tap)
That 'theory' would work its way slowly into my understanding. 'Slowly' because it seemed to be so totally bizarre. The theory eventually proved to be overwhelming. I came to understand that Jews were attacking me and my family. Why? Maybe I was 'guilty' but the rest of my family were innocent. Why?
(Nighty-night!)

Pooparazo Possibilities.

2011-10-07T23:18:00.003-06:00

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2220 and time to wrap this up. Slurp. Buzzing outrageously. Slurp.
The Jewish god WHTZSNM must be 'tuned in' to our current situation. Slurp. I therefore decided to call Him on The Brown Telephone. Truth be told, my intention was to Irritate the Old Bastard.
I dialed 666 on the Brown Telephone and 'extended the antenna:' God answered immediately.
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gd: Hello?
me: I am a very naughty person.
gd: I know. And so?
me: You are especially interested in my 'doings.'
gd: Yes. And?
me: (silent)
gd: And?
me: Do You speak Yiddish?
gd: Yes. I (tap) speak all languages, especially Yiddish. Get to the (tap) point.
me: Do you also speak Italian?
gd: Italian?
me: Rome is in Italy.
gd: Oh, Italian! Yes I do. What is your question. And make it quick.
me: What is Yiddish for, 'Pooparazo?'
gd: (hangs up)
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