tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51268542011-04-21T17:56:07.236-05:00The Heretic SpeaksAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18321587616851965299noreply@blogger.comBlogger1081100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126854.post-85429962788401158112007-12-10T17:30:00.000-06:002007-12-10T18:08:52.701-06:00

Describe some of the jobs you've had. Which did you enjoy the most? The least?The first job I had, I was 19. I pumped gas at a full service station. In fact, that was the last place I saw Sandy, my first girlfriend. It really wasn't a bad first job. I got fired for not answering a question correctly that the district manager asked. I don't remember the specifics, but I flubbed it.My

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Yes, it's been a while since I've posted. A lot has happened since my last post.For one, I bought a house in Smyrna. It's not a huge mansion, but it's comfy. And quiet. I can play my stereo as loud as I want, though I rarely do. I've never been a homeowner before. I like it.For two, I've got a new girlfriend. I call her Julie, mostly because that's her name. At least I think we're still

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It died last night. The strongest love I’ve felt in my life left this world slowly, painfully. A knife through the heart dealt the killing blow. Traversing air waves, this knife reached me via text message. Immeasurable is the pain I now feel.Painful as this experience may be, however, I also feel extremely grateful. Grateful, because I honestly believe that few people ever experience a

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I heard an entertainer this year talking about the differences between men and women. This guy was obviously gay, and related more to women than men. I found many of his comparisons mildly entertaining, but he lost me when he said, “Man’s best friend is an animal who slobbers and licks its balls . . . A woman’s best friend is a diamond.”Personally, I’d take one loyal companion over a fistful of

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It’s not that I don’t like to drive; I do. Traffic doesn’t bother me too much either. Three bucks a gallon gets me to thinking, but the real reason is the ownership itself. You’re led to believe you own this 3,000 lbs mass of steel, rubber, and glass, but you can only keep it if you pay ongoing fees.Last night brought an old, sick feeling back to the pit of my stomach. One I hadn’t felt in

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While sitting at the BP traffic light yesterday morning, a guy yells out to me, "Hey, Looney Tunes!" Before he could mutter another syllable, I asserted, "You're throwing 3 bucks a gallon down your gas tank, and I'm looney tunes?" His little mind obviously couldn't grasp much beyond name-calling, and as he struggled for words, the light changed and I was on my way.I honestly don't believe gas

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I rode my bike home today. I carried it upstairs to my empty apartment. Well, yea, I’ve got a couch, TV, and other stuff there, but after a week of almost constant laughter and affection, empty somehow seems an appropriate description.All that prevents sadness from seeping in is the knowledge that this might be the beginning of an experience, the likes of which I’ve never known. And, while

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I don't write about politics or world affairs much these days, as focusing my energies in that direction serves little purpose except to make me angry. I'd much rather stand on my head while eating a popsicle, having nasty thoughts about Britney's bald head.This morning, however, I felt a little provoked. I found the following email in my inbox, and it just begs for the Amod treatment. So, lock

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Not too long ago, I started asking myself some questions, interview-style. I put these in a journal, and have decided to publish them, little by little, in my blog. Do you have any regrets?Yes and no. I regret not pursuing a more serious career immediately after high school. I didn't even take music that seriously. Instead of learning new riffs and growing as a musician, I stayed in some kind

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Because of this, I urge all Satanists (or people who believe in the Constitution’s mandate to keep church and state separate) to move to Anderson County, SC immediately. We can form our own political party and show these clowns how it’s done. Heck, we could even start our own radio station, playing nothing but Slayer and Megadeth. We could call ourselves the 666 party.

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Today I went to court for the first time. Real court, I mean. Not like traffic court, where you stand in line to pay your hundred bucks, never even seeing a judge. I sat in a crowded courtroom, stood in a jam-packed hallway, and still nobody heard my story. I’ve had it all memorized for weeks. I practice it every morning in the bathroom mirror, making sure to maintain eye contact at all

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This kind of horse shit makes me realize just how beautiful masturbation truly is.

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I stand at the Pearly Gates. St. Peter glances over my resume' with a grimace. "I don't know," he says, "I just don't think there's enough here to let you in. You got any references?"I start to rack my brain. Who do I know that would say enough good things about me? I know! "Sir, I believe my employer, Edward, would provide you with the references you need."Poof! Edward appears, standing next to

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Last night I learned of the death of one of my favorite authors, Robert Anton Wilson. Even though I've never met him, he feels more like a friend than just some guy whose books I've enjoyed. I find it difficult to be sad, however, because if his writings are valid, and I'm sure they are, he's partying right now with Jimi Hendrix and Tim Leary. Still, it got me to thinking about death.My first

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Every day I hear people blaming others for their problems. It's always the cop's fault, or my girlfriend's fault, or my mom dropped me on my head, and that's what really screwed me up. I've often wondered why people do this, but now I believe I have the answer. It's fun!It's so fun, in fact, I've decided to stop accepting responsibility for anything. That's right. From now on, all my problems are

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So I'm back in the apartment. Ghosts are everywhere. You took most of your paintings, which is good. Little things that you left, however, feel like pin pricks to my soul. My emotions fuck with me pretty hard as I write this. I don't have to worry about you looking over my shoulder and misinterpreting what I write, leading to your drinking and yelling, and to another sleepless night for me.I

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For the past four years or so, I’ve shared my living space with an individual. Not a very nice individual, mind you, although she had her moments. This individual has some serious issues, but I was sure that with some support and kind words that I could help her get back on her feet again. What a fool I’ve been.She hasn’t worked in about 2 years, has no car or driver’s license, and has

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When I first saw the most recent “War of the Worlds,” starring Mr. Scientology, I thought it was a pretty good movie. I’ve been catching glimpses of it on HBO, however, and I see some major flaws. Not so much with Katie’s husband, or Dakota Fanning, nor even with Mr. Spielberg’s superb direction. The problem goes back much further, I think, back to H.G. Wells himself.Mr. Wells can be forgiven for

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This morning I sat in traffic, as usual (on my bicycle, of course). While waiting for the light at the BP to turn, I glanced to my right, where I spied a bald guy with his finger knuckle deep in his nostril. I instinctively laughed, then realized he was looking right at me. His lips started moving as he removed his finger, and I can only imagine what he might have been saying. He seemed more

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So, they canceled OJ's book. You know, the one he wrote about how he really did cut off his ex-wife's head, killed her friend, and got away with it. Now the sick son of a bitch wants to profit from it. Before Fox killed it, however, the book had made it to the top 20 on Amazon.com. If you even thought of buying this book, you should be stabbed in the face repeatedly.Nothing this bastard has to

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I must confess: I’m not a neat freak. I know this. I’m reminded daily by those who surround me. I know, your world just might end if a dead leaf makes it to the living room floor, and I can only imagine what kind of fool would leave a pencil on the left side of the desk, when it obviously belongs on the right. I make no apologies, however, for not cleaning the toilet every time I use it, nor

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I don’t get too excited these days about medical breakthroughs. When was the last time a “cure” was invented for anything? Not too long ago, we were curing diseases all the time, or at least inventing vaccinations. Think polio, TB, small pox. Western medicine, it must be remembered, is an industry, and as such, must make money. If it were proven that eating a banana and an apple each morning

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After two failed marriages and many relationships that could pass for Twilight Zone episodes, I believe I’ve stumbled upon something that could be of great benefit to mankind. I call it my “Psycho Test.” It goes something like this:If you’re a female, and: You call friends/former lovers/acquaintances at 2:13am to discuss your current drama (and there’s ALWAYS drama)You weigh 98 pounds and

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I’ve been so focused, I must admit, on the evils of the Bush administration that I haven’t really considered the Islamic threat. It exists, and might even pose more of a threat to us than our current regime. There are those who would treat Islamic militants like hornets, pointing out that if we leave them alone, they’ll reciprocate. If we stop supporting Israel and meddling in other Middle

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Why do I still dream about you? Sixteen years since we touched, and yet you still visit me when I close my eyes. You come to me, not as you were then, but as I perceive you must be today. You don't push me away, as I'd expect, but display a non-judgemental attitude with a smile. I seem to remember apologizing at times. I'd expect harsher treatment from you, but you always forgive.You married

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Looking around these days, I see three types of people in American society. Borrowing from Hollywood, I fondly name these types Blue Pills, Red Pills, and the Borg.Blue Pills account for most of society, about 75 to 85 percent. Blue Pills generally allow TV to do most of their thinking for them. They work their jobs, take their kids to soccer practice, go to church, and talk about those nasty

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Not so long ago, I saw a film bashing Walmart. According to this film, Walmart hurts America, especially rural America, more than it helps, destroying lives and entire communities.The film puts forth the notion that small businesses are the first to go when a Walmart comes to town. Small businesses simply can't compete price-wise, so stores that have been owned by Mom and Pop for 60 years or more

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Does anybody think it’s odd that the day after Lieberman gets his butt kicked in Connecticut, a major terrorist plot is foiled? Or, that when Mel did “Passion of the Christ,” Jewish groups threatened that he wouldn’t work in Hollywood again, and a year later he’s arrested drunk while blathering anti-semitic remarks? Maybe it’s just my inner conspiracy theorist, but something’s not right.In the

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So let’s combine two fascinating concepts. The genome project (physical immortality), with quantum physics(parallel universes and time travel). What would this mean?Providing you didn’t get killed, or contract some illness that the injection didn’t account for, you could explore an infinite number of parallel universes, going back to even before you were born. The only catch is that you would

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I've been reading The Yoga of Time Travel, by Fred Alan Wolf. Quantum time travel, parallel universes, and possibility waves. Fascinating stuff. Many of the paradoxes associated with traditional time travel models are resolved using the parallel universe model. For instance, if you traveled back in time and killed your grandfather, how then could you ever be born to travel back in time to kill

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While riding on a side street a few days ago, I observed some teenagers. One of the girls, quite maliciously, was ridiculing one of the boys. I truly felt his humiliation. How he, at that moment, wanted nothing more than to hide in a cave until he was 21. The look on her face struck a chord inside of me. I hadn't felt this since high school, but there it was, still in my stomach. The bitter taste

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Every so often I frequent a convenience store, just to remind myself why I avoid those shitholes. Yesterday I made one such visit to the BP/Amoco close to where I work. With Coke and a Snickers bar in hand, I approached the only register that appeared to be open, the clerk appearing to be a 70 something trainee, and having a tough time. The other register was open, though I didn't know that, and

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Until the onset of the current Age of Darkness (circa 2001), progressive and scientific types excitedly spoke about a venture known as the genome project. Though the specifics of mapping genes and chromosomes are way over the heads of most of us, all of us can relate to what it might one day achieve: Physical immortality.Almost everybody I ask about this says the equivalent of, “I don’t want to

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As a kid, I talked to trees. And to rocks. I sensed they could hear and understand me, even when my mom and dad couldn’t. In fact, as a kid, I felt everything was alive. Kind of like the Indians.I collected rocks. Nothing anybody else would deem as special or even collectible, but I chose each rock for a reason. It talked to me. I must have had close to 50 rocks or so, and each had a

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This article typifies the blue pill mentality. You won’t hear me say this often, but I happen to agree with the president when he says we are addicted to oil. We proved this when oil topped $3.00 a gallon. Did our consumption decrease at all? Nope. The oil companies are saying to Americans, “Look. We can set the price of gas at whatever we want. You will pay it.” They’re right.Ms. Hart’s “Why

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The wind pounded my face again this morning on the ride to work. Despite a breakfast chocked full of carbs and protein, I had to dig down deep for the stamina to keep going. Yes, I called her every name of which my exhausted mind could conceive. Still, she laughed.Somewhere between the time when I thought my kneecaps were falling off and and the time I was sure my quadriceps were on fire I

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The song "Glory Days," by Bruce Springsteen plays in my mind as of late. Although my own glory was a bit after high school, I sadly still relate to thinking and talking about times when I was in the spotlight. When it seemed like every woman wanted me, and every guy wanted to be me, if only for a couple hours.The thrill of singing lead vocals for a heavy metal band in the 80's beats any drug

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This morning I taught my class. In Smyrna. I do this three weekends a month. My commute this morning hurt. A strong headwind pounded my anterior for twelve long, slow, agonizing miles. It lasted ninety minutes. The wind never relented. Not once.There were times this morning during my trek when I almost gave up. I cannot remember a time when I've been so physically exausted. Those of you

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I started a new job last week. I enjoy it quite a bit. It's located in Smyrna, about 12 miles from my apartment. Not bad if you drive. If you ride a bicycle full time, it can be a major hassle if you're not prepared.An example of this occurred my very first few days on the job. On both New Year's Eve and New Year's day, I got flat tires. I only had 2 spare tubes, so the day after New Year's

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Is he that crazy? Can it be true that the "leader" of the free world is a fundamentalist lunatic, set on global destruction? It sure sounds like it.If he nukes Iran, other nations will have to deal with the fallout, including China, possibly Russia. Of course, those nations are going to retaliate against US aggression, and Russia has more clout in Europe than does the US. It looks like USrael

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For New Year's Eve, I watched a couple movies. I made the mistake of watching Cinderella Man first. I say mistake, because almost anything you watch after a movie directed by Ron Howard and starring Russell Crowe will almost certainly be a letdown.The offending movie in this case was Stealth. Though far from being a "bad" film, I found it very formulaic. You have the hot shot white guy who's a

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I must admit; I feel a certain amount of anger when I see books with titles such as "Meditation Made Easy." At the same time, I almost want to laugh at how ridiculous such a concept truly sounds. These books are so obviously written and published for the sole purpose of making money. Nothing more.As a meditator for a few years now, I can assuredly state that I find nothing easy about meditation.

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This should come as a surprise to nobody. Last night, for instance, I watched "March of the Penguins" on DVD. In my own living room. While eating a pizza and drinking coke. Afterwards, I ate some chocolate. When I had to go to the bathroom, guess what I did? I paused the movie.The floor in my living room doesn't stick to the bottoms of my shoes. The guy who always sits behind be while providing

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I hate Christmas. There, I said it. They say it's a holiday based on love, care, and giving. I say bullshit. I say it's nothing more than an excuse for businesses to make money.I'm sure I'd feel differently if I had kids. Remembering my own childhood, some of the best times of my life were in the month of December. Christmas vacation was often better than Summer vacation. Train sets and slot cars

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I remember in the 1970's and 80's reading about life in the Soviet Union, where the government was always listening. Also about people disappearing in the middle of the night, never to be heard from again. Rumors of Soviet-sponsored terrorism and torture. The looks on the hardliners faces scared me. From Kruschev to Brezhnev, they all seemed like miserable individuals to be around. Paranoid,

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Is it just me, or does this picture look eerily fascist? I keep looking at the backdrop, sure there's a swastika in there somewhere.

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I've been thinking about you a lot the past couple days. It's not just the time of year, though I do remember Christmas with your family, and the blue pullover you bought for me. And it's not just because the cold reminds me of us walking on the levee, snow falling on your brown hair, hot chocolate by the fireplace, the smell of sweet smoke in your hair. Journey, The Stones, and The Beatles ruled

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It rained hard yesterday. All day. Still, I had errands to run, so it gave me a chance to test my rain gear. The temperature stayed at 45 degrees most of the day, and I was way overdressed as far as warmth is concerned. The rain coat performed great, the pants good, but I need some waterproof overshoes for my feet, and some better gloves. While these gloves are polyester and waterproof, they

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I seldom watch TV. I believe it's poison, subtle (and not so subtle) brainwashing, and, in many instances, is meant to dictate our behavior, by portraying what "normal" people are supposed to be like. The implication is: If you're not like this, something is wrong with you.That said, last night, I watched NBC's prime time lineup. The last time I watched TV was about four months ago, and I was

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The biting wind and the cold (the temp. was about 30 degrees today) made the first part of my ride today a little uncomfortable. Well, at least the first 10 minutes or so. Something strange happened after that. You might call it something similar to a runner's high. At 30 degrees, no cold nor wind permeated my bones, causing me to shiver or feel miserable. I felt alive, almost euphoric. After my

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What happened to the US? How did we so quickly shift from being a beacon of freedom, liberty, and democracy (in the public's eyes, anyway) to the Evil Empire? Yes, we can all attack Dubya, Dick, Rumsfeld, and Condi, but that's too simple. They're easy targets. Fact is, even after Abu Graib, more than 3 million voted these people back in office, even if you factor in voter fraud. More than 30%

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Can this possibly be true, or is it just paranoid conspiracy BS? I mean, it certainly seems like we're going out of our way to piss off the rest of the world. My question is: Is it deliberate, as the article suggests, or are Bush & Co. just plain stupid? Is something this sinister happening now, and are foreign troops ready to become peacekeepers here in the US?My gut tells me no, but maybe I've

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OK, so Russia's not only helping Iran build a nuclear reactor, but now it's selling them a bunch of anti-aircraft missiles, presumably to protect it. Now, if the US and/or Israel decide to bomb that reactor, where does that leave Russia? Will this thing escalate that much? A great darkness grows thicker, I fear.

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This would be funny, were it not so tragic.

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It's easy to diss on Billy Joel, and a lot of people do so. Granted, almost everything he's done since the early to mid 80's (that I've heard, anyway) has sucked. Bad. I remember, though, in high school. Cruising in my VW Beetle with my 8-track blaring songs from 52nd Street and The Stranger. Those songs just made me feel good. Even now, thinking about those days, I want to call up my old friends

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Revolution? Maybe not such a bad idea.

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December winds pound my face. My skin, due to periodic sweating and cotton clothing, feels clammy. I inhale cool, fresh air as I gain speed descending a rather steep hill. Surprisingly, most traffic I encounter makes way, the drivers courteous. Nothing like I'd expected before I started to ride a bike as my primary (and now, only) source of transportation.I now believe that driving a car robs you

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Every morning, as I leave my apartment, I check the front passenger tire on my car to make sure the slow leak hasn't become a fast one. I whisper a prayer of thanks to whatever power that be might be listening when the engine starts, and cruise to the stop sign at the end of my street. When applying my brake, my right rear tire goes thump, thump, thump. It's like the brake's grabbing it or

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I see a chiropractor on a regular basis. Why? A couple years ago I hurt my back in the gym, and the pain kept growing more intense. Seeing a traditional western doctor was out of the question. It’s a matter of trust.You see, some years ago my mom was diagnosed with degenerative disc disease. Her doctor told her nothing could be done, and that the condition would worsen with age. With the

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The suits that tried to shove their corporate crap down our throats called it disco. Anyone with an ounce of non-conformity hated it for what it was: A simple, cookie-cutter formula for making hit songs that made lots of money for the corporate heads. We hated it with everything from Sex Pistols to Pink Floyd, Iggy Pop to Van Halen. Blue Oyster Cult to Kiss. I listened to the radio only to

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The UN has learned of "very, very serious" allegations that the United States is secretly detaining terrorism suspects in various locations around the world, notably aboard prison ships, the UN's special rapporteur on terrorism said. The use of prison ships would allow investigators to interrogate people secretly and in international waters out of the reach of US law, British security expert

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Sorry for not posting these last few months. On March 23, my apartment burned to the ground, and I lost everything, computer included. Things look much better now, though.Some friends of mine had to put their dog down this week, a beautiful Alaskan Malamute. His name was Louis. Louis possessed a Buddha-nature unlike any creature I've ever known. He truly epitomized the word "Zen." He was loved by

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From John Shirley:## “A federal indictment charges that W.R. Grace and Co. and seven of its executives knew a mine was releasing cancer-causing asbestos into the air and tried to hide the danger from workers and townspeople..A newspaper study linked nearly 200 deaths to asbestos from the vermiculite mine in the small town of Libby near the Canadian border. More than 1,200 became ill over the 30

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A Daily RiddleA food stamp knowingly competes with the dolphin. Wilson believes that a resplendent vacuum cleaner tries to seduce the reality, but he also considers how often the grizzly bear hibernates. A trilogy beyond the magic mushroom learns a hard lesson from a geodesic dome defined by an asteroid, but a grey alien defined by a tornado brainwashes a judge living with the World Energy Grid.

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I landed a trucking job today. I'll be working for Werner's, and they're bussing me to Atlanta for orientation on April 3rd. That lasts 2 and a half days, then I'll go on the road with a trainer for six weeks. After that, I'll get my own truck and be gone for good.I've decided to let the apartment go, and stay on the road as long as possible. Yea, it's a little scary, but that just signifies

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I started trucking school today. I think I’m gonna like it. Some things I just don’t understand, though.One guy in the class just served eight years in prison for selling cocaine. The job placement person told him he could still, with a little string pulling, land a job with a pretty decent company. She went on to say that this same company, who would hire a convicted felon, wouldn’t consider

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OK, I've done it. My New Year's resolution to go another year without a job has been broken. This is more than just another job, though.What am I talking about? Monday I start school to get my CDL. That's right, I'm going to be a truck driver. I'm tired of working piss jobs for little or no money, and trying to market a service that nobody wants. And, if there's one thing I know how to do,

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"...These are the times that try men's souls: The summer soldier and the sunshine patriot will, in this crisis, shrink from the service of his country: but he that stands it NOW deserves the love and thanks of man and woman. Tyranny, like Hell, is not easily conquered. Yet we have this consolation with us, that the harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph."Thomas Paine

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I watched a movie called The Clearing a couple of nights ago. It starred Robert Redford and Willem Dafoe. I was sorely disappointed. Not that it wasn't realistic; it was plenty that. I also found the acting superb. The ending left a bad taste in my mouth, however. I found myself asking, "Is that it?"During this movie, however, I picked up on a lesson that Hollywood teaches. A very dangerous and

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Until yesterday, Hunter S. Thompson and Sandra Dee had almost nothing in common (that I know of). How is it, I wonder, that a man who'd probably ingested more chemicals than anyone on the planet lived five years longer than America's epitome of naivete', and did not even die of natural causes?I'm sure wherever he is, Mr. Thompson is partaking of the astral equivalent of substances he consumed

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I live in a spectrum of probabilities, uncertainties and wonderments.Robert Anton Wilson

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The hockey season being cancelled really gets to me. Tears stream down my wicked cheeks as I contemplate the implications of this. I don't think I can go on.

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I sometimes peruse the online personals, looking for God knows what. Most women, when describing what they want in a mate, invariably include three words mixed in with all the other gobbledygook. The meanings of these words in context would seem obvious to most people. When I think about it, however, I believe we as a society use these words to serve our purpose, while possessing almost no clear

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My Religious Experience When I was between the ages of 6 and 13, my parents experienced many on again/off again religious phases. That all changed in July, 1974. My father worked as a guard in a maximum security prison in Lucasville, Ohio. A riot erupted, and two guards were dead. My mother and I listened intently to the radio announcer, although he would give no names until the slain guards

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I started looking for another job recently. Not very hard, mind you, as with my current income combined with what I’ve got put back (47 cents!), I figure my bills will be paid through March. Still, it would be nice to have a little spending money. I’ve decided upon another change of careers. After almost four years of trying to build a practice, it’s painfully obvious that the demand for male

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Well, it's about time . . .Handguns For The HomelessGive Piece a ChanceArm the Homeless stages a firearms giveaway for Phoenix vagrants.BY INDA HOUSE Manny Marco, unemployed vagabond, tenderly loaded the last of 30 9-millimeter bullets into the spring-action, extended clip for his new Mac-10--a semiautomatic assault weapon capable of throwing rounds as fast as Marco can blink. "That's very good

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OK, I'm really tired of all you wimps out there whining, "Voter Fraud!" You disgust me. Of course there was voter fraud, just like in 2000. Did you expect there wouldn't be? Did you think that Dubya and Karl Rove were just going to come clean? Question is, what are you gonna do about it? I'll tell you exactly what you're gonna do: Piss n' Moan. That's it. Like the sheep you are. Now, GO

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That Crazy Savior Jesus dropped by the other evening, which is good because I haven’t seen him in a while. I asked him a lot of questions that have come up since our last meeting. His answers surprised me. AMOD So, Jesus, we haven’t heard much from you since the crucifixion. Where have you been? JESUS Well, you know, Dad and I needed a break after all the stress of me being crucified and all,

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According to George Carlin, the Islamic fundamentalists are going to win. Why? Sheer numbers, and the fact that they have a cause, are willing to die for that cause, and because we Americans are distracted by our way of living. It's certainly something that causes one to think. Personally, I'm very curious as to how all of this is going to pan out. Yes, there are millions of them. And, from

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It's a mystery. The Bermuda Triangle is nothing compared to this. Easter Island? Who cares about some big rocks that were transported enormous distances thousands of years ago? This is real. This is scary. I don't understand why Art Bell hasn't discussed this on his show. Unless THEY got to him. Hershey Bars. With or without almonds. Have you ever noticed how, no matter which store you

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I struggle to see the screen, through the wetness exiting my eyes. Not a constant thing, only when a certain flash of memory occurs, like you singing your goofy song, or doing your monkey dance. You’re leaving. It’s a done deal. You won’t be back, and I feel like I’m dying. I’m not delusional. I know we’ve had many more bad times than good. At times I wanted to: Punch you in the mouthRun away

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A word about customer service . . . I know what it's like to feel degraded on the job. I've worked many convenient stores where scum who worked about as often as they changed underwear treated me like I was somehow beneath them. Still, I was somewhat respectful to them until they pushed my button. Then, God help them. But that's another story. Rudeness is a sign of poor breeding. It

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I had a dream about you last night. It was a good dream. You came to me as I walked on the path in the woods, behind the church. Where we used to go to be alone. Your hair was the same curly, dark blonde, but your face showed signs of wear and tear. Your plump lips and sincere smile remained. The dress you wore resembled the ones you wore to church. It felt good to be with you. We spoke about

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WAR AND POLITICS The past couple of years have been eye openers for me, especially concerning politics and government. I’m not sure this is positive, for I feel more cynical than ever. Helpless, even. My only solace is the knowledge that everything operates in cycles, and the days of the millionaire madmen pulling their strings and destroying whoever they will are limited. Still, my amazement

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Me King If I were king of the world, torture would be routine. Why? Because some people deserve it, dammit. NPR ran a story this evening about the shortage of flu shots in this country. Health organizations are asking that only those individuals who are high-risk (infants between 6 and 23 weeks old and the elderly) receive the vaccine. What pisses me off? Because of the shortage, some of

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WHAT SUCKS TODAY? Remember when Ross Perot talked about the great sucking sound caused by jobs leaving the U.S.? He was the only one with the balls to say it. Everybody else was like, "Don't be ridiculous; NAFTA will be good for the economy." Fast forward ten years. The great sucking sound has been termed "outsourcing." High tech jobs, paying upwards of $50/hr. are being shipped overseas.

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Proud to be an American Political discussions both anger and sicken me. Much like religion, politics require that one surrender any shred of reason one might possess, in exchange for moronic flag-waving and histrionic performances. Speciousness may not be a necessity, but it sure helps. Try as he might, however, this anarchist finds himself unable to keep quiet for long, especially given the

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Had a flashback today. Vietnam. Damn, I hate those. Quote of the day: Decades, possibly centuries, of warfare lie ahead. The remnants of monotheism are collapsing fast, despite the odd revival, before secularism and consumerism. Peter J. Carroll, 1987

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NPR did a piece today about prairie dogs. It seems the little critters have gotten out of hand, population wise. One farmer claimed to have lost upwards of $60,000, due to their feeding habits (some damn expensive grass, I’d say). The report said there are close to a billion prairie dogs just in southwestern South Dakota. Legislation enacted to regulate this explosion is being met with intense

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Quote of the day Science achieves, or approximates, objectivity not because the individual scientist is immune from the psychological laws that govern the rest of us, but because scientific method--a group creation--eventually overrides individual prejudices, in the long run. Robert Anton Wilson

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Quote of the day My right-wing detractors will undoubtedly tell you that I'm an "obnoxious prick," a "smug asshole," and a "clear and present threat to our national security." I will not stoop to dignify such calumny with a response, except to say that Condoleezza Rice should watch her mouth. Al Franken

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The prison bus always arrived later in the day. Some guys made it a big deal. I didn’t. The arrival of the bus, usually on Wednesdays, meant a few new faces. I glimpsed at one of those faces. He seemed scared, more so than the rest. Weak. I was sure he’d have a tough time here. His face changed overnight, though. He looked like one of us. Word soon got around, like it always does, that he was

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Am I missing something? I listened to the debate last night, from beginning to end. Today the talking heads are talking about what a skilled debater our president is. I wonder if these people saw the same debate I did. To my eyes, it appeared that one very articulate, intelligent and confident man was sharing a stage with Alfred E. Newman. Everything Dubya had to say can be summed up in one

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Quote of the Day: Balance against each thought its exact opposite. For the Marriage of these is the Annihilation of Illusion. Aleister Crowley

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I've not talked, written, or even thought about politics or government for a few months. The subject angers me so. Almost all my energies have been directed toward Magick. I read something the other day, though, that made me think. What if John Shirley is right? I mean, everybody's so sure that Bush invaded Iraq for oil, or because Saddam tried to kill his dad. What if his motives weren't

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These days, you only need to turn on a TV or radio to find out how out of touch you are with the rest of society. If you find that you can relate to most of the situations or characters on TV, or if many of the songs on mainstream radio move you in some way, congratulations. It’s highly probable that you’re another brick in the wall of society. If, on the other hand, you relate to TV and radio

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I laugh in disgust when I hear and see the “What Would Jesus Do?” morons trying to answer that question. In truth, they really don’t want to know what Jesus would do, because, ironically, he was a radical. I say ironically, because most of those who claim to follow him are as far from radical as possible. Sadly, it seems many of these are blindly following tradition (which Jesus abhorred) rather

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"Love you forever," so goes the cliche' "My heart's in your hands, what more can I say?" If words mirror thoughts, then we're all illiterate. 'Cause love ain't nothin' but a smelly piece of shit. Can't be by myself, maybe I'm ADD. I need someone else to take my mind off of me. Telling me you love me seems to do the trick. 'Cause love ain't nothin' but a smelly piece of shit. Without love, few

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Busy. Not a lot of time to spend online. Firstly, I started working at a day spa by the mall. Very cool. Lots of clients. And then recently my libido started acting up, so I joined Adult Friend Finders. Fat chicks rock!

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I heard an entomologist on the radio today talking about cicadas. The kind that only comes around every 17 years. Their whole mating thing fascinated me, as I believe parallels may be drawn between cicada romance and human love. Cicadas: Males make a loud chirping noise with their wings. When a female who finds him suitable comes along, they do it. He then seals her, using a cicadic chastity

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