Archive for September, 2005

We’re going to San Francisco!

September 30, 2005

This post is for our friends in San Francisco. We are going to be in San Francisco from December 19th till January 2nd. We will be staying in the San Remo on Mason Street. We would love to hook up and hang out, so please let us know if anyone is up for some fun!


That Christian Love

September 29, 2005

So Pat Robertson calls for the assasination of Venezuela’s president Hugo Chavez. Well, it seems Pat is not the first Jesus Eater involved in Venezuela.

Found this piece on COHA’s site:

Evangelicals in Venezuela: Robertson Only the Latest Controversy In a Long and Bizarre History

..One strand of the often unsavory and arcane history of U.S. evangelicals in Venezuela goes back decades. In 1946, members of the North American based New Tribes Mission, a fundamentalist Protestant sect, entered Venezuela from across the Colombian border. Posing as tourists and “curious explorers,” they settled along the Negro River in the region known as Casiquiare. At the time, the area was used for the exploitation of natural rubber which had not yet been replicated as a synthetic fiber and was, as such, still a vital strategic material. The arriving missionaries were not given a particularly warm welcome by the indigenous peoples living in the immediate area. The Aquencwa Indians, then led by their leader Horacio Acisa, soon began to violently resist their unwelcomed northern visitors.


Though New Tribes had come under fire from leftist university professors and the capital’s intellectual elite, criticism would shortly come from yet another, but unexpected quarter: the military. In 1976, Tomas Antonio Mariño Blanco, a navy captain and commander of the Federal Territory of Amazonas military garrison, ordered the detention of two American engineers bearing identification cards from Westinghouse, a leading U.S. defense contractor, and General Dynamics, which produces military jet aircraft. The engineers were carrying out mineral prospecting and were in the company of a missionary working for New Tribes Mission.

Jaime Bou, the New Tribes Mission head in Venezuela, intervened on behalf of the Americans. After staff members from the U.S. Embassy later joined Bou’s efforts, the two were released and the case was closed. However, Antonio Mariño reported that the missionary organization had been financed by General Dynamics, which had sent funds and pilots from California. According to Mariño’s investigation, New Tribes was also linked to a shadowy California foundation called District 1355 as well as the evangelical sect, Summer Institute of Linguistics. All New Tribes missionaries had taken courses with the Summer Institute of Linguistics, an organization repeatedly accused of ethnocide and espionage in other Latin American countries. Antonio Mariño had determined that District 1355 had sought to acquire a concession in Colombia to cultivate rice and other crops, which it proposed flying out of the region in a fleet of C-141 planes.

The concession, located between the Meta and Tomo Rivers, was known to contain deposits of silica and cobalt. Bou along with some of his associates had traveled to Puerto Carreño in Colombia to meet with members of District 1355. Shortly thereafter, Colombian president Cesar Turbay Ayala prohibited the Summer Institute of Linguistics, New Tribes and District 1355 from operating on Colombian soil. The president declared that the missionary groups had lent support to unauthorized overseas transnational companies which were searching for strategic resources.

There is a lot more in the article, but let us focus on the New Tribes Mission.

You stand at the edge of a village. Men and women talk, but their words make no sense to you. The way they think and live is utterly foreign. These people have no concept of the God of the Bible. You are here to plant a church.

Yes, a new culture, a glimpse into human history. Let’s beat the native out of them with a Bible. We all know how well Christianity has worked for so many other indigenous peoples.

Fucking Jesus Eaters. The Right is as dirty as they come. Figures they use their death cult as a front to get into other countries and steal natural resources among other things. And General Dynamics, well, we all know they are part of the evil empire so no big surprise there.

Sad part is, these fuckers are everywhere, killing cultures with Jesus love as quickly as they can. And I wonder what other covert shit they have going on today.

Some People Are Just Fucked Up

September 29, 2005

I finally went to to see what all the fuss is about. All I can say is that some people are just fucked up. Sad thing for me is I have seen these same photos of the same dead people (Iraqis) before.

When I joined the Army in 1993, most of the guys in my unit had been in Desert Storm. And they were happy to show me their pictures of dead Iraqis. They told the story of each pic, laughing and making jokes, being sure to tell me every gruesome detail.

So, these pics are nothing new for me but if you are weak stomached, I would avoid them. The people that posted them will see these images in their nightmares one day. And I have no pity for them.

May the spirits of the dead haunt them to their graves.

Much Better Than I thought….

September 28, 2005

Finished 1984 last night. It got much better in the second half of the book. Scary shit. And too true. Human nature indeed.

What really sticks out in my mind is the idea of absolute power. Why do humans want it so bad? Me, I think it is because we are so powerless in the face of the universe.

For as long as the human race has existed we have been trying to answer those nagging questions like “Why are we here?” and ” What happens after death?”. But for all our efforts we have never answered them.

Religions, governments, philosophies have all come and gone but the nagging emptiness inside us remains. Why are we here? Are we just animals or something more?

Since we cannot control time or nature the next best thing is ourselves. We must control each other. We must prove we are right even if it means our own destruction. Nothing is worse than the thought of fading away into nothingness.

A prime example of this is Christianity. We were thrown from the garden, because we ate the fruit of knowledge. Now we roam the planet as sinners seeking redemption. But redemption from what?

Look at the context. Before the fruit incident humanity was blissfully ignorant. We were animals, nothing more. Clueless and content to wander about naked, eating and drinking, mating and sleeping. How could we talk with God if we had nothing to talk about? We were lab rats.

But the second we got a clue, all hell broke loose. Funny thing is, the only thing that separates us from the “lower” animals is the very knowledge God forbid us to have. So we remain in constant warfare with the part of us that we hold up as most important, our idea of self.

This stems from the lost pursuit of meaning. Our massive brains require it. We can’t be nothing more than an evolutionary experiment can we? There must be something more. And it must be our fault we can’t figure it out.

So we are all sinners from birth. We make up a story about why we feel suffering and then use it to control each other. It is a desperate power play; an excuse to commit acts that stir guilt in our hearts. And every culture has had their version.

We fight each other for things we cannot truly control. We blame each other for our own failings. We ignore the physical reality that we are all-alone in the universe and create super beings to justify our “sins”.

I think it all goes back to the most basic fear, death. We want immortality, the fruit of the Tree of Life. We can’t die; our ideas must be true forever. Infinity doesn’t exist, only right now. And if we hold on tight enough, right now is infinity. Only it isn’t.

But if we are good, if we follow the ever-changing rules, we will live forever. Heaven isn’t about living life forever; it’s about living in a perfect moment forever. No more fear of the unknown, no more doubt of self. Perfection, static existence.

We have all looked to the sky at one point in life and tried to imagine how far out infinity goes. But our minds cannot grasp the immensity of the challenge. So we turn inside only to find the same infinite depth. Therefore, we create abstract realities to comfort the emptiness.

Wealth, religion, government; all these things we made up. We need them to fill the space between our ears. Nothing in our societies actually exists except as ideas in our minds. But with these ideas we then have “ground” to stand on, something to believe in, something bigger than self that we can partake in.


The reality outside our minds is beyond us, we cannot escape it. That is, unless we convince ourselves we are in control. We are not part of nature, we are separated observers. Only we are not. But we can convince ourselves we are, that we are somehow special, above it all.

So we fight for control of our minds because they are the only thing we think we can control. Only we can’t, because of emotions. Emotions cause us to feel things we don’t want to feel, things that are real and beyond our control.

As we grow older our beliefs change with experience. But we can only be the people we are right now, so the beliefs we had then don’t matter now. All that matters is right now. It is all we have, and even time constantly moves regardless of how hard we try to freeze it.

We want to be dumb animals again. Free from these thoughts, free from time’s grasp. We want to be blissfully ignorant. That is what religions are, ignorance. It’s all in God’s hands, so we can be happy and not have to pay attention. Or the government’s, or some other made up institution that will give us purpose, meaning.

Our minds are an evolutionary experiment, our thinking minds a by-product of survival. We are all alone, all we have is each other, all we have is right now. But it is all we need.

We never left the “garden”. We live in paradise today. Look around, see anyplace else to go? Me neither. The casting from the Garden was not a physical act, it was a mental development, a grasping to hold onto a belief in a perfect, ignorant moment. We cast ourselves from paradise simply by closing our eyes to the reality that our planet is the perfect Garden, the only place for us. It is our home, our prison, our paradise.

Other Shit

September 27, 2005

Well, its been a wee bit slow around here lately. There is a lot to talk about in the news, but all of it is pretty depressing. Let’s talk books instead.

I am finally reading 1984 from cover to cover. What a ride. You would think I would have read it already. The scary part for me is that none of it is surprising, and in fact most of it seems quite quaint. Orwell could never have envisioned the technological advances we have today. Though he does a great job showing how twisted “reality” is, I think he would be quite surprised to see some of the ways we modern folks have found to spy on each other.

Also reading The Island of Dr. Moreau by H. G. Wells. Good story, weird plot. I like it so far.

And since my multiple personalities require several books at once, I am also about to start The Jesus Incident by Frank Herbert (he wrote the Dune series). Hope it is a good read. I am a huge fan of his, and his son has done a great job continuing the Dune series.

Anyhow, anyone else reading anything other than blogs?

Interesting Tidbits

September 27, 2005

So I was talking with a friend who just returned last night from National Guard duty in New Orleans. I am in the process of getting him to write the entire story of what he experienced. For now, I want to share a few tidbits.

First, there was no planning to feed the National Guard. Apparently, his unit had planned to eat food from the Red Cross, until someone informed them that the food was for refugees. So his unit lived off MRE’s for 10 days (which showed up later, leaving the troops hungry for a day) and then finally arrangements were made to get real food to them.

Also, he asked me if I knew why people quit shooting at helicopters. It was because the 82nd Airborne showed up and starting shooting people. Now, as I recall, our military is not supposed to be used against the general populace, but that is not the case here. Our military shot civilians. Regardless of why, this is illegal.

He also told me that real looting, the kind not about survival, happened far outside of New Orleans. As his unit approached the submerged city, they saw first hand looting of a Walmart in an area not affected by the flooding.

One last bit. His unit was not activated until the Friday after the hurricane Katrina hit. A whole week went by before the national Guard was activated. A whole week full of starvation, of people left on their own.

I will post the rest of his story as soon as he writes it down. At the moment he is spending some much earned quality time with his family.

The truth of what happened in New Orleans will never be completely known, but each story told by the people who were there breaks through the lies our government has told us.

We owe it to each and every person who’s body was washed into Lake Pontchartrain during the pumping out of New Orleans to get the truth out.


September 13, 2005

Quick thoughts:

First one:

At one time folks built the shelters they called home with their own hands and grew and/or killed their own dinner. They traveled by foot or horseback. They also lived with the weather because, frankly, what the hell else could they do but maybe stand in the shade or take shelter under something if available.

For most folks I know, me included, someone else built their home, and grew and/or killed their dinner. We travel in motorized transportation, and even bitch if we have to park three spots away instead of two. Plus the vast majority of us have internal heat and air in our sealed up homes.

And there’s more. Because of electricity we have computers, coffee makers, washers and dryers, televisions, dvd players, gaming systems, phones, and a million other gadgets that do everything for us. But there in lies the problem.

We are slaves to our gadgets. Who knows how to grow anything edible anymore? How many of you would walk across this country? Ever kill and gut anything? No AC or heat in the house, time to visit someone. Afterall, who opens windows anymore?

Imagine a world with no electricity, no computers, no phones. Imagine having to walk everywhere, with no police to protect you, and wild animals stalking you. Imagine unregulated everything, because there is no government to speak of.

Think about what your life would be like if today you were told you were on your own against nature, with no insurances, no lawyers to represent you, no judges, no written laws. No one educating you, no one building roads for you to use, and no doctors or hospitals.

Imagine if all we had was each other. If all we had in the world was our whit and a will to survive. Can you imagine that? Me neither. Sounds like the distant past right?

Second thought:

But I know someone who lived that way, after his family was killed by gunmen coming in the front door while he dove out a window. He walked across the poorest continent on the planet, living off what he could find. He had to leave a friend alone in the wilderness because his friend simply gave up. He was 18 when his family was murdered. He roamed Africa for 10 years with no home, no family, nothing but what he could carry.

And you know what he is doing now? He is in grad school. In fact, he was in his sophmore year in his undergrad, studied like there was no tomorrow , took the GMAT, and got bumped straight to grad school. How? Because he fought like hell to survive, got himself to America, and got a job. Then he got enrolled in college.

Third thought:

How is it that a black man from Africa who came to America with literally nothing can get work and go to college, been here four years now, while we still have poor people in America? How can we still have an entire class of people with little or no education, no money, no real outlook for the future except what to do to survive tomorrow. Why is it that we have what in effect is a third world nation living in America.

Final thought:

Is it society’s fault, their own fault, or a mix of the two? Is anyone at fault at all? Rising up from nothing can be done, I know living proof. So how is it that we can have families who have lived in America for generations still living in poverty?

Saturday Already?

September 10, 2005

Holy cow pies, another week slipped by and I feel like I blinked and missed it. I was planning to post this past week but I have been swamped with homework. This is my last semester and I am feeling a little overwhelmed. I got a job this week as a teaching assistant for a class with 200 students. And I am a mentor now for a student from South Korea who wanted an American mentor so he can learn about our culture.

Anyhow, I have been scanning the blogosphere this week and noticed a couple of things:

First, the blogs are in full echo chamber mode. Seems like every blog is linking to every other blog and all the posts are the same. Bummer. I hate it when folks post the same stuff on DKos, Booman, MyDD and then every other smaller blog links to those.

Second, when did the Democrats develop a “with us or against us” attitude? I began to see this emerging a while ago, but I think it is in full swing now. Look at how Dems treat their own; you are either for everything I am for or else you don’t get my vote. The Dems need a couple of friends from the other side if they want to actually see any heads roll over the failed relief effort. But it won’t happen because the Dems have become just like the Repubs, and cannot work with a Repub no matter what.

And another thing, why is it that I have to hear the most concise speech about this fucked up war in Iraq from a Republican? Where is the Democratic leadership? I am seriously doubting if I will support or vote Democrat in 2006 or 2008. Maybe its time to rethink voting third party. And yes I know that kind of thinking gave us Bush in 2000, but what have the Democrats done in the past 5 years to deserve my vote? Seems to me everything that has come out about BushCo has come from, and been pushed by, the grassroots. Can we elect the whole blogosphere president?

Personally, I doubt any heads will roll over Katrina or Plamegate. And I doubt the Repubs will lose any seats in 2006. The left is so busy hating Bush that they have forgotten to provide an alternative. I have no idea what the left stands for anymore, and neither does the average American.

So, onward to 2006, where the right will croon about 9/11, Katrina, Iraq and possibly by then Iran while the left will present a million facts that no one but the left cares about.

Canada anyone?

On the upside, I graduate in December. No more college for a while, then maybe grad school. Of course this means I have to get a job, which sucks because I have learned one thing for sure over the past 4 years: I hate engineering. Good thing that’s my major. I am so fucking stressed about having to get a job I don’t want in a field I don’t want to work in. But that is what happens when you let other people convince you to change majors.

Well, this post has thoroughly depressed me for the day, so I will end it with a poem:

Song of the Flower

I am a kind word uttered and repeated
By the voice of Nature;
I am a star fallen from the
Blue tent upon the green carpet.
I am the daughter of the elements
With whom Winter conceived;
To whom Spring gave birth; I was
Reared in the lap of Summer and I
Slept in the bed of Autumn.

At dawn I unite with the breeze
To announce the coming of light;
At eventide I join the birds
In bidding the light farewell.

The plains are decorated with
My beautiful colors, and the air
Is scented with my fragrance.

As I embrace Slumber the eyes of
Night watch over me, and as I
Awaken I stare at the sun, which is
The only eye of the day.

I drink dew for wine, and hearken to
The voices of the birds, and dance
To the rhythmic swaying of the grass.

I am the lover’s gift; I am the wedding wreath;
I am the memory of a moment of happiness;
I am the last gift of the living to the dead;
I am a part of joy and a part of sorrow.

But I look up high to see only the light,
And never look down to see my shadow.
This is wisdom which man must learn.

It’s Saturday Baby!

September 3, 2005

I feel better now. It’s Saturday, and it’s a 3 day weekend. Thank the Goddess. Nothing like some time off to relax. I have a bunch of stuff to post but haven’t had the time what with pissing off white people and all. But fear not, there is plenty more monkey madness coming your way, that is, as soon as I get it all typed. Have I mentioned that I hate typing? I am getting faster, but it still takes me all day to type one decent post. And I gave up on trying to get anna to type them years ago.

I need a secretary.

And a company jet.

Pissed Off Honkies

September 3, 2005

Well, it would seem I have pissed off some honkies with my post Niggers over on annatopia.

Good. Let them be pissed off. I really don’t fucking care. I call it like I see it. Don’t like what I have to say, so what. My favorites:

“Shove your idiotic liberal fuckhead PC mimickry up your nigger loving ass.”

“There… Do you self-hating liberals feel better?

Grow up, get a job, pay taxes, and live near real American Africans. Then see if you still think your parents are stupid.

You worthless NIGGER LOVERS deserve to be raped and beaten by these savages you defend. I bet those Aussies and Brits being raped and killed in the Convention Center and Superdome had the benefit of pontificating from behind a keyboard about White racism like you, you stupid little pricks.”

You know you are on the right track when you piss people off this much. White rascism, they are on to me! Kill Whitey! Down with the white man, oh wait, thats me. Bummer.

I have had the unfortunate experience of knowing some white supremists, and let me tell you, they are some of the most inbred, ignorant fuck holes to ever exist. I just loved it when I was in the Army and these idiots tried to recruit me. I was confronted by two retarded looking, buck toothed hillbillies trying to tell me they were the master race. Ha! Say it with me whitey, inbreeding is bad.

And another thing, am I supposed to defend white men because I am one? Because I cannot stand most white men I meet. What an arrogant bunch of shits. We whitey men seem to think we rule the world, but then get pissed when someone says, “Fine if you rule the world, then the fucked up parts are your fault.” Can’t be supreme and a victim too. White mans burden my ass.

So to you Rick, You’ve got to be kidding, Richard C., Nigger, Scott, ozzy, whiteperson, and iggaplz I say “Fuck you very much for chiming in. Please feel free to go fuck yourselves you white trash, honky ass cracker motherfuckers.”

I am not a rascist, I hate everyone equally.