I feel sheepish. People cared enough to inquire about my absence. Thanks so much, my friends. I wish I could know you in the personal, but this sphere is so large, and space is so long. And money, always the money. Wouldn't it be great if we could just beam ourselves about a la Star Trek? Such a childish wish.
I am done with 9/11. I've had enough. I'm convinced. I'm tired of trying to convince others. That's not a complaint or accusation. It's just there's only so much a psyche can take. Mine has seen its limit, as far as 9/11 goes. Currently my research is culminating in a hip hop song about it. I've made lots and lots of hip hop, but I'm taking special care with this one. I'll be sure to post it here when I'm done.
I'm not abandoning this blog. I'll keep it around. I'm glad there are a bunch of people out there who are trying to change this world. I believe you are succeeding. I don't know how, nor do I know what the future holds, but I have faith in your ability to function in this world and fulfill whatever you see as your destiny.
But I will not be around all the time, as I was. My artistic pursuits are taking front burner to this blog now. Perhaps I will morph it into an artistry-related blog. That could do very nicely. Expect format changes in that case.
All I can say about 9/11 is this: if you feel a desire to research it and drive yourself a little nuts, temporarily, then please do it. I still believe that 9/11 truth is the ONLY thing that could ever bring about any real change. It's psychological in nature. It is a symbol. It contains more motivational power than all the other issues combined and multiplied by ten. It's our only prayer for escaping mass hypnosis.
I love ya.
Musclemouth
Saturday, September 02, 2006
Friday, August 04, 2006
The Dancing Zombie Terrorists of Minneapolis
My old hometown police are a mixed bunch. They can be polite and helpful, or they can be raging lunatics like 1st Precinct Sergeant Ed Nelson, who recently gave standing orders to shoot on site any dancing zombies his officers might come across in the street.
The zombies in question are a gaggle of teenagers who dressed up like zombies and danced to the music that was coming out of their backpack stereo systems, which, it is very important to note, looked exactly like backpack stereo systems. Sounds harmless enough, especially considering the fact that they were dancing in the full light of day, which is not your typical zombie behavior.
Oh hey, what's this? Their zombie dancing was a form of protest against the wars? Call the bomb squad, stat! The kids were escorted into the 1st Precinct, tightly hand-tied, left to overheat in a locked squad van, thrown in jail, and placed on a Homeland Security list. And the sergeant who gave the standing orders to shoot these kids wasn't the only psycho.
It gets worse. (Story by Lydia Howell.)
Bonus Trivia: the story appears in an alma mater of mine, Pulse of the Twin Cities. I used to sell ads and write the occasional arts review for Pulse.
The zombies in question are a gaggle of teenagers who dressed up like zombies and danced to the music that was coming out of their backpack stereo systems, which, it is very important to note, looked exactly like backpack stereo systems. Sounds harmless enough, especially considering the fact that they were dancing in the full light of day, which is not your typical zombie behavior.
Oh hey, what's this? Their zombie dancing was a form of protest against the wars? Call the bomb squad, stat! The kids were escorted into the 1st Precinct, tightly hand-tied, left to overheat in a locked squad van, thrown in jail, and placed on a Homeland Security list. And the sergeant who gave the standing orders to shoot these kids wasn't the only psycho.
It gets worse. (Story by Lydia Howell.)
Bonus Trivia: the story appears in an alma mater of mine, Pulse of the Twin Cities. I used to sell ads and write the occasional arts review for Pulse.
Thursday, August 03, 2006
Poll Results: Who You Hate
The new poll did not bring in as many respondents as the old poll. I do not know why. Perhaps it has something to do with its utter pointlessness. The question was "Who Do You Hate?" and you were only allowed to hate one thing.
I don't know how to say this, so I'll just say it. I am very disappointed in all of you. It is understandable that you hate Rapists, Murderers, and Adolf Eichmann, but one of you actually stated that you hate America! How could you? America never hurt anyone, ever! You bastard. You killed Kenny.
And then there were you psychos who stated that you hate Rainbows. Why? WHY? I love rainbows. They are my friend. They are pretty and nice I like them I'm hungry I have to go to the bathroom are we there yet are we there yet?
Nobody hated Whitey, General Pinochet, or Mohandas Gandhi. I don't understand how you could place them in the same category. Whitey has suppressed blacks, and Pinochet has killed thousands and thousands of his political opponents, but Gandhi was all, "An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind." He was a total pacifist. So it makes sense that you don't hate him, but you don't hate Whitey and Pinochet? Oh well. I guess polls don't lie, so I guess we have arrived at a consensus on the similarities between Whitey, Pinochet, and Gandhi.
Many hated "Other", whoever that is. You people probably hate squirrels. That's my best guess.
Your responses were truly revolting and disheartening, but given the choices, the last person or group of people I would have thought you would hate the most are the Telemarketers. In fact, the plurality of voters hate Telemarketers more than anybody on the planet, apparently. You hate them even more than Pinochet, who, as I stated above, nobody seems to hate. I mean that is just wrong. My girlfriend is a telemarketer, OK? I suppose you think I should send her to some International War Crimes Tribunal now. She's just doing her job, OK? Stop hatin' on my girlfriend! Look, she's crying. Hope you're happy.
You sick fucks.
Results of "Who Do You Hate?"
15 voters
America 6.7%
Whitey 0.0%
Rapists 13.3%
Murderers 13.3%
Rainbows 13.3%
General Pinochet 0.0%
Adolph Eichmann 13.3%
Mohandas Gandhi 0.0%
Telemarketers 26.7%
Other 13.3%
I don't know how to say this, so I'll just say it. I am very disappointed in all of you. It is understandable that you hate Rapists, Murderers, and Adolf Eichmann, but one of you actually stated that you hate America! How could you? America never hurt anyone, ever! You bastard. You killed Kenny.
And then there were you psychos who stated that you hate Rainbows. Why? WHY? I love rainbows. They are my friend. They are pretty and nice I like them I'm hungry I have to go to the bathroom are we there yet are we there yet?
Nobody hated Whitey, General Pinochet, or Mohandas Gandhi. I don't understand how you could place them in the same category. Whitey has suppressed blacks, and Pinochet has killed thousands and thousands of his political opponents, but Gandhi was all, "An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind." He was a total pacifist. So it makes sense that you don't hate him, but you don't hate Whitey and Pinochet? Oh well. I guess polls don't lie, so I guess we have arrived at a consensus on the similarities between Whitey, Pinochet, and Gandhi.
Many hated "Other", whoever that is. You people probably hate squirrels. That's my best guess.
Your responses were truly revolting and disheartening, but given the choices, the last person or group of people I would have thought you would hate the most are the Telemarketers. In fact, the plurality of voters hate Telemarketers more than anybody on the planet, apparently. You hate them even more than Pinochet, who, as I stated above, nobody seems to hate. I mean that is just wrong. My girlfriend is a telemarketer, OK? I suppose you think I should send her to some International War Crimes Tribunal now. She's just doing her job, OK? Stop hatin' on my girlfriend! Look, she's crying. Hope you're happy.
You sick fucks.
Results of "Who Do You Hate?"
15 voters
America 6.7%
Whitey 0.0%
Rapists 13.3%
Murderers 13.3%
Rainbows 13.3%
General Pinochet 0.0%
Adolph Eichmann 13.3%
Mohandas Gandhi 0.0%
Telemarketers 26.7%
Other 13.3%
Join Us (Reality Is Dead)
Join Us (Reality is Dead)
It's what's on the mind. That's what matters. With a clatter
Mine fell to pieces when I learned about 9/11 and now I'm a hatter.
Checked some Alex Jones, pocketed some Loose Change,
Brushed up on my physics with Steve Jones, now I'm deranged.
Immortal Technique and Mos Def found Bin Laden.
Ministry called the Lies and told me not to listen to
The mainstream and the underground are locked in battle:
The humans are fighting to convert the sheep and the cattle.
Join us, join us.
We're in the majority now, but the sheep still call us crazy
And they're right, that's what happens when you reassess your identity.
Like "Who Killed John O'Neill?" the question possesses us.
A couple dozen ways, that's how it splits us:
One says the false flag attack is a tactic of the past,
Another says those airborne cell phone calls could not have come to pass
And the hole in the Pentagon was obviously too small,
Yet others still worship America like an idol.
Join us, join us.
We're the few and the proud, the individualistic thinkers.
We swallowed the lies hook line and sinker just like you
But shook ourselves loose when we saw
World Trade Seven come down at the speed of freefall:
Straight down onto its own footprint, believe it:
Controlled demolition and theatrical pyrotechnics,
And don't even get me started on 9/11 TV Fakery;
My brain got cooked at the conspiracy theory bakery.
Join us, join us.
I'm a stark raving lunatic and what I do is irresponsible.
You know it and I know it, but unfortunately the asylum's full.
They shouldn't let people like me go around spewing nutty nonsense.
They should lock my ass up and torture it 'til my my ass repents.
If only we could silence all the dissenting voices
And give the voters even fewer identical choices
And put every living Muslim into concentration camps
Then America'd be safe, wave ya flag, we're the champs.
Join us, join us.
There's no such thing as white evil or government-sponsored terror,
Unless of course they're black or brown or yellow or Arab.
Bullshit! (That's a show by Penn and Teller and that's fine
But even those irreverent hacks lack the balls to buck the inner party line.)
Shame! Shame! Shame on the complicit!
It's hard enough for the common man to even look at it,
The mountain of evidence, the subject of your neglect;
The avalanche of consequence to come I blame on your sect.
Join us, join us.
9/11 is the bedrock of the modern American mind.
It's our national Genesis, the source of all space and crime.
The Twin Towers collapsed billions upon billions of times,
Erasing the past with no button that says "Rewind".
The truth is now that which appears with 9/11
In the same sentence. And three plus three is seven.
I saw a billboard for ice coffee that read,
"Hot is the new cold." Reality is dead.
Join us, join us.
The 9/11 Commission Report has over 115
Lies and distortions - we licked that plate clean.
And the media's full of pussies and cowards and they just sit back
While the brave and the free seek truth and come under attack.
That's okay, we don't need 'em and they can't hurt us
Cuz we stick together as we investigate these murders
And we're happy to lose our grip on your so-called reality.
I suggest you inspect your definition of sanity.
Join us, join us.
It's what's on the mind. That's what matters. With a clatter
Mine fell to pieces when I learned about 9/11 and now I'm a hatter.
Checked some Alex Jones, pocketed some Loose Change,
Brushed up on my physics with Steve Jones, now I'm deranged.
Immortal Technique and Mos Def found Bin Laden.
Ministry called the Lies and told me not to listen to
The mainstream and the underground are locked in battle:
The humans are fighting to convert the sheep and the cattle.
Join us, join us.
We're in the majority now, but the sheep still call us crazy
And they're right, that's what happens when you reassess your identity.
Like "Who Killed John O'Neill?" the question possesses us.
A couple dozen ways, that's how it splits us:
One says the false flag attack is a tactic of the past,
Another says those airborne cell phone calls could not have come to pass
And the hole in the Pentagon was obviously too small,
Yet others still worship America like an idol.
Join us, join us.
We're the few and the proud, the individualistic thinkers.
We swallowed the lies hook line and sinker just like you
But shook ourselves loose when we saw
World Trade Seven come down at the speed of freefall:
Straight down onto its own footprint, believe it:
Controlled demolition and theatrical pyrotechnics,
And don't even get me started on 9/11 TV Fakery;
My brain got cooked at the conspiracy theory bakery.
Join us, join us.
I'm a stark raving lunatic and what I do is irresponsible.
You know it and I know it, but unfortunately the asylum's full.
They shouldn't let people like me go around spewing nutty nonsense.
They should lock my ass up and torture it 'til my my ass repents.
If only we could silence all the dissenting voices
And give the voters even fewer identical choices
And put every living Muslim into concentration camps
Then America'd be safe, wave ya flag, we're the champs.
Join us, join us.
There's no such thing as white evil or government-sponsored terror,
Unless of course they're black or brown or yellow or Arab.
Bullshit! (That's a show by Penn and Teller and that's fine
But even those irreverent hacks lack the balls to buck the inner party line.)
Shame! Shame! Shame on the complicit!
It's hard enough for the common man to even look at it,
The mountain of evidence, the subject of your neglect;
The avalanche of consequence to come I blame on your sect.
Join us, join us.
9/11 is the bedrock of the modern American mind.
It's our national Genesis, the source of all space and crime.
The Twin Towers collapsed billions upon billions of times,
Erasing the past with no button that says "Rewind".
The truth is now that which appears with 9/11
In the same sentence. And three plus three is seven.
I saw a billboard for ice coffee that read,
"Hot is the new cold." Reality is dead.
Join us, join us.
The 9/11 Commission Report has over 115
Lies and distortions - we licked that plate clean.
And the media's full of pussies and cowards and they just sit back
While the brave and the free seek truth and come under attack.
That's okay, we don't need 'em and they can't hurt us
Cuz we stick together as we investigate these murders
And we're happy to lose our grip on your so-called reality.
I suggest you inspect your definition of sanity.
Join us, join us.
Sunday, July 30, 2006
Pamela Waechter, Human, 1948-2006
This woman deserved to live.
Her name was Pamela Waechter. She was 58 when she was shot dead by a lone gunman who had forced his way into the Jewish Federation in Seattle on Friday. Five other women were wounded, including one who had saved her pregnancy by guarding her womb with her arm, which took the bullet.
It doesn't matter what the reasons for this hate crime were. He's a killer now. The genocide of Arabs being committed by Israel has nothing to do with Jews or Judaism. It is unjust war. Just as this hate crime was unjust.
Take a good look at Pamela. She was a sacred, sovereign human being. Ask yourself to ignore peripheral information, such as politics, and just look at her. The pain of losing yet another human being due to blind hate and confusion is enough. Just take a moment and mourn this one human being.
Her name was Pamela Waechter. She was 58 when she was shot dead by a lone gunman who had forced his way into the Jewish Federation in Seattle on Friday. Five other women were wounded, including one who had saved her pregnancy by guarding her womb with her arm, which took the bullet.It doesn't matter what the reasons for this hate crime were. He's a killer now. The genocide of Arabs being committed by Israel has nothing to do with Jews or Judaism. It is unjust war. Just as this hate crime was unjust.
Take a good look at Pamela. She was a sacred, sovereign human being. Ask yourself to ignore peripheral information, such as politics, and just look at her. The pain of losing yet another human being due to blind hate and confusion is enough. Just take a moment and mourn this one human being.
9/11 Poll Results
WARNING: lots of boring and impertinent details in this post. If you haven't had your coffee yet, I'd recommend skipping down to the previous post, which is impertinent but entertaining, and coming back here later.
A huge number of people (okay, 25) responded to my little "poll" about 9/11. The question was, "Where do you stand on 9/11?" Respondents were invited to check all that apply. I was only able to provide 10 possible answers due to Vizu's limitations; I would have preferred 20 or 25 possible answers, but I really liked Vizu's format. (If you didn't take the poll while it was on my blog, you can still take it here.)
The results include plenty of both "liberal" and "conservative" and "independent" voters; I know this because I have been loosely tracking their originating sites. Okay, so it's not entirely scientific. But you'll see some pretty clear-cut conclusions if you take a close look and take it apart.
First and foremost, I was glad to find out that only 16% of respondents said that the poll itself was "perfectly framed to register all possible opinion ranges." This demonstrates a natural awareness that the 9/11 issue cannot easily be broken down into the discrete categories I laid out. At first, that may sound like a cruel trick to play on people, but that wasn't the intention, as you will see.
My second favorite conclusion is that only 4% (one person) believed that all questions about 9/11 were settled long ago. That's encouraging. So, while not everyone necessarily agrees with me when I believe that 9/11 was an inside job, at least there is the generally held admission that we don't know all the answers.
Interestingly enough, the very same person who said that all 9/11 questions were settled long ago, did not say that he or she knew everything there was to know about 9/11. I know this because literally nobody said that they knew everything there is to know about 9/11, as I will discuss later. That proves conclusively that that one person is a self-contradicting moron. How can you say that all questions about 9/11 have been answered, when you fully admit that not even you know all the answers? How can you possibly verify that? How can you be such a parrot, a sheep, a lemming? Your convictions are absurd on their face, and they defy all logic. You just proved to us all beyond a shadow of a doubt that you don't even believe your own self-deluded doublethink. People are welcome to disagree, but don't just talk for the sake of it, or you're liable to get schooled by a tinfoil hatter. Get the hell off the Internet before you stub your thumb on the "any" key. Just go. Grab your pills, get the bottle of Jack out from behind the couch, flip on the Fox News, and just be as happy as a pig in shit for all eternity, okay? Whatever blows your skirt up, you know?
Don't worry, I detected no further stupidity than in that one respondent. Amazing how a silly little poll can really work this blogger into a self-righteous tizzy. Deep breaths. Deep. Breaths. Ten, nine, still mad, eight, seven, not so bad, six, five, four, feeling calmer, three, calmer, two, one. Okay, I'm cool now. No worries. Moving on.
It seems almost everybody agreed that some-to-all of the facts about 9/11 were withheld by those who are truly in-the-know, but not necessarily because of a dastardly plan to deceive the public. 32% believed the cover-up was motivated, at least in part, by security concerns. 32% believed that incompetence had something to do with the reasons behind any possible cover-up.
At this point I need to admit that some of these questions were muddled with qualifiers, so that some of the answers had to be judgment calls. I intentionally chose the possible responses based on what I perceived to be the Zeitgeist, rather than based on a more rational method. However, it is highly worth noting that 20% of respondents said they believe that some details were withheld to protect guilty parties, and a whopping 40% of respondents believe that most of the guilty parties are Americans, hands down.
At this point, you're probably thinking that that 40% number seems pretty high. Your skepticism is worthy of acknowledgment, for two reasons. One, only 25 people responded, which brings a large margin of error; and two, I could have easily targeted this poll to people whose opinions I already know. To the first charge, you're right. Small sample. Nothing I can do about it. However, that 40% number happens to be about on par with the national polls Zogby has been doing. To the second charge, I can honestly say I have been spending a lot of time baiting "conservatives" and avowed neocons alike into visiting my blog. This was to counterbalance the inevitable alliances of common interest and values that one naturally accumulates in the blogosphere over time. What I saw was a lot of "conservative" bloggers visiting my site (verified via Site Meter) during the same time points at which the poll numbers changed. Enough of them came over here to satisfy my desire for a modicum of balance.
Only 8% (2 people) believe that no commercial airliners struck any buildings. This may sound crazy at first, even to a 9/11 researcher, but their answers were probably based on the ongoing dogged analysis of possible television footage doctoring that some allege is responsible for some kind of near-universal delusion. Their contention may or may not include some reference to the idea that people can actually be brainwashed into believing that their own eyes deceive them, and that television is a more reliable means of interacting with one's exterior existence. There is real evidence for this phenomenon, but I myself am not at all ready to delve into the frustrating world of TV fakery detection and the wild and woolly world of the Jungian collective unconscious and memes and whatnot. I just don't have that kind of time right now. Therefore, I was not one of the two people who checked off that box. All I'm saying is listen.
Finally, there were the three self-assessment questions, which can be summed up into one question: How much do you think you know about 9/11? As I said before, nobody was arrogant enough to claim that they know everything there is to know about the subject. That's a relief. Nobody fell for that one. I don't need to explain, then, just how complex this topic is. To my amazement, only 40% of respondents felt that they know more about 9/11 than the average joe. I really respect that kind of honesty. That figure makes sense, too, since it's not so far off from 50%, which, by definition, is average. So if you checked off that box, you probably really do know more about 9/11 than the average joe.
Also to my amazement, 20% of respondents admitted that they know little about 9/11. That's a huge thing to admit, even to oneself. It's extremely important that we exercise that kind of humility at all times; it's one of the basic preconditions for learning and discovery. I myself could learn a lot from this category of humble poll respondents.
So to recap:
"All of the official story is accurate. All questions about 9/11 were settled a long time ago." 4%
"All of the official story is accurate, but some details were withheld for security reasons." 32%
"Most of the official story is accurate, but some details were withheld to spare the INCOMPETENT." 32%
"Most of the official story is accurate, but some details were withheld to spare the GUILTY." 20%
"Very little of the official story is accurate, and most of the guilty parties are Americans." 40%
"None of the official story is accurate. Commercial airliners did not strike any buildings." 8%
"I feel I know everything there is to know about 9/11." 0%
"I feel I know more about 9/11 than the average joe." 40%
"I feel I know little about 9/11." 20%
"This poll is perfectly framed to register all possible opinion ranges." 16%
So. There you go. I hope you learned something. I sure learned some things. I like experiments. Now how about something a little more lighthearted? Enjoy the new poll.
A huge number of people (okay, 25) responded to my little "poll" about 9/11. The question was, "Where do you stand on 9/11?" Respondents were invited to check all that apply. I was only able to provide 10 possible answers due to Vizu's limitations; I would have preferred 20 or 25 possible answers, but I really liked Vizu's format. (If you didn't take the poll while it was on my blog, you can still take it here.)
The results include plenty of both "liberal" and "conservative" and "independent" voters; I know this because I have been loosely tracking their originating sites. Okay, so it's not entirely scientific. But you'll see some pretty clear-cut conclusions if you take a close look and take it apart.
First and foremost, I was glad to find out that only 16% of respondents said that the poll itself was "perfectly framed to register all possible opinion ranges." This demonstrates a natural awareness that the 9/11 issue cannot easily be broken down into the discrete categories I laid out. At first, that may sound like a cruel trick to play on people, but that wasn't the intention, as you will see.
My second favorite conclusion is that only 4% (one person) believed that all questions about 9/11 were settled long ago. That's encouraging. So, while not everyone necessarily agrees with me when I believe that 9/11 was an inside job, at least there is the generally held admission that we don't know all the answers.
Interestingly enough, the very same person who said that all 9/11 questions were settled long ago, did not say that he or she knew everything there was to know about 9/11. I know this because literally nobody said that they knew everything there is to know about 9/11, as I will discuss later. That proves conclusively that that one person is a self-contradicting moron. How can you say that all questions about 9/11 have been answered, when you fully admit that not even you know all the answers? How can you possibly verify that? How can you be such a parrot, a sheep, a lemming? Your convictions are absurd on their face, and they defy all logic. You just proved to us all beyond a shadow of a doubt that you don't even believe your own self-deluded doublethink. People are welcome to disagree, but don't just talk for the sake of it, or you're liable to get schooled by a tinfoil hatter. Get the hell off the Internet before you stub your thumb on the "any" key. Just go. Grab your pills, get the bottle of Jack out from behind the couch, flip on the Fox News, and just be as happy as a pig in shit for all eternity, okay? Whatever blows your skirt up, you know?
Don't worry, I detected no further stupidity than in that one respondent. Amazing how a silly little poll can really work this blogger into a self-righteous tizzy. Deep breaths. Deep. Breaths. Ten, nine, still mad, eight, seven, not so bad, six, five, four, feeling calmer, three, calmer, two, one. Okay, I'm cool now. No worries. Moving on.
It seems almost everybody agreed that some-to-all of the facts about 9/11 were withheld by those who are truly in-the-know, but not necessarily because of a dastardly plan to deceive the public. 32% believed the cover-up was motivated, at least in part, by security concerns. 32% believed that incompetence had something to do with the reasons behind any possible cover-up.
At this point I need to admit that some of these questions were muddled with qualifiers, so that some of the answers had to be judgment calls. I intentionally chose the possible responses based on what I perceived to be the Zeitgeist, rather than based on a more rational method. However, it is highly worth noting that 20% of respondents said they believe that some details were withheld to protect guilty parties, and a whopping 40% of respondents believe that most of the guilty parties are Americans, hands down.
At this point, you're probably thinking that that 40% number seems pretty high. Your skepticism is worthy of acknowledgment, for two reasons. One, only 25 people responded, which brings a large margin of error; and two, I could have easily targeted this poll to people whose opinions I already know. To the first charge, you're right. Small sample. Nothing I can do about it. However, that 40% number happens to be about on par with the national polls Zogby has been doing. To the second charge, I can honestly say I have been spending a lot of time baiting "conservatives" and avowed neocons alike into visiting my blog. This was to counterbalance the inevitable alliances of common interest and values that one naturally accumulates in the blogosphere over time. What I saw was a lot of "conservative" bloggers visiting my site (verified via Site Meter) during the same time points at which the poll numbers changed. Enough of them came over here to satisfy my desire for a modicum of balance.
Only 8% (2 people) believe that no commercial airliners struck any buildings. This may sound crazy at first, even to a 9/11 researcher, but their answers were probably based on the ongoing dogged analysis of possible television footage doctoring that some allege is responsible for some kind of near-universal delusion. Their contention may or may not include some reference to the idea that people can actually be brainwashed into believing that their own eyes deceive them, and that television is a more reliable means of interacting with one's exterior existence. There is real evidence for this phenomenon, but I myself am not at all ready to delve into the frustrating world of TV fakery detection and the wild and woolly world of the Jungian collective unconscious and memes and whatnot. I just don't have that kind of time right now. Therefore, I was not one of the two people who checked off that box. All I'm saying is listen.
Finally, there were the three self-assessment questions, which can be summed up into one question: How much do you think you know about 9/11? As I said before, nobody was arrogant enough to claim that they know everything there is to know about the subject. That's a relief. Nobody fell for that one. I don't need to explain, then, just how complex this topic is. To my amazement, only 40% of respondents felt that they know more about 9/11 than the average joe. I really respect that kind of honesty. That figure makes sense, too, since it's not so far off from 50%, which, by definition, is average. So if you checked off that box, you probably really do know more about 9/11 than the average joe.
Also to my amazement, 20% of respondents admitted that they know little about 9/11. That's a huge thing to admit, even to oneself. It's extremely important that we exercise that kind of humility at all times; it's one of the basic preconditions for learning and discovery. I myself could learn a lot from this category of humble poll respondents.
So to recap:
"All of the official story is accurate. All questions about 9/11 were settled a long time ago." 4%
"All of the official story is accurate, but some details were withheld for security reasons." 32%
"Most of the official story is accurate, but some details were withheld to spare the INCOMPETENT." 32%
"Most of the official story is accurate, but some details were withheld to spare the GUILTY." 20%
"Very little of the official story is accurate, and most of the guilty parties are Americans." 40%
"None of the official story is accurate. Commercial airliners did not strike any buildings." 8%
"I feel I know everything there is to know about 9/11." 0%
"I feel I know more about 9/11 than the average joe." 40%
"I feel I know little about 9/11." 20%
"This poll is perfectly framed to register all possible opinion ranges." 16%
So. There you go. I hope you learned something. I sure learned some things. I like experiments. Now how about something a little more lighthearted? Enjoy the new poll.
Kevin Barrett Eats Babies
If you've been following the Kevin Barrett scandal in Wisconsin, you already know that this professor hates America. First he went on a "conservative" radio program and said that there are pink elephants dancing polka on the dark side of the moon. Then he went on Hannity and Colmes to talk about spuds and other nutritious roots and tubers, and oh boy did he lose that debate! Booya! Then Bill O'Reilly pretty much put Barrett in his political grave when he said Barrett belongs "in the Charles River floating down, you know, toward the harbor."* High five!
But wait. Soon after Fox News rightfully exposed Barrett as a Def Leppard denialist and astutely advised their viewers to shoot Barrett, the University of Wisconsin Provost Patrick Farrell released a statement to the effect of: "I like Kevin Barrett. Kevin Barrett is my best friend. I like his hair, and he is an excellent speller."**
It was starting to look better for Barrett. And that's no good for America. So State Representative Steve Nass courageously dashed to the rescue, by rounding up 60 other State Representatives to sign off on a formal demand that said, "Kevin Barrett is a poopy butt. Fire him and give him a 'nuggie' or a 'snakebite' or at least a round of 'Ten Pops'. And this has nothing to do with a perfect excuse to cut state funding for higher education, which has never in the past been our goal. Oh, and more pop machines for the hallways. Me for Class President!"**
Now, you would think this would be enough to wake people up to the reality of Kevin Barrett and his smelly patchouli. But no. He still has a job, there have been no schoolyard pranks of any kind, poor people are still getting smarter, and the pop machines are still being unfairly terrorized by a box full of NutriGrain bars. On the bright side, Mark Green might become class president.***
In the ancient words of Eminem, "this motherfucker won't die." "Go to sleep, bitch! Die motherfucker die! Unh! Time's up, bitch! Close your eyes and go to sleep bitch!"*
It ain't happening. Barrett is alive and well, and he is still loved by all the comic book bad guys, including Lex Luthor and Gargamel. Plus a handful of millions of white bread American terrorists, according to a recent Zogby poll. This can only mean one thing: Barrett won't die because he is dead. He's a zombie, man! Or at least a vampire and a pagan both rolled up into one. And we all know what pagans do.
Kevin Barrett eats babies.
Oh, plus he's some kind of 9/11 "denialist" or something.
* Actual quotes.
** Not actual quotes. I know, it's hard to tell the difference.
*** Incidentally, U.S. Representative from Green Bay of the Not-Green Party Mark Green is running for governor on a platform that favors a triple-threat playground prank of nuggies, snakebites, and Ten Pops. He also favors having more things that have "Green" in their names or that incorporate the color green, such as dirty money funneled to him by Tom DeLay.****
**** That last part is not a joke.
But wait. Soon after Fox News rightfully exposed Barrett as a Def Leppard denialist and astutely advised their viewers to shoot Barrett, the University of Wisconsin Provost Patrick Farrell released a statement to the effect of: "I like Kevin Barrett. Kevin Barrett is my best friend. I like his hair, and he is an excellent speller."**
It was starting to look better for Barrett. And that's no good for America. So State Representative Steve Nass courageously dashed to the rescue, by rounding up 60 other State Representatives to sign off on a formal demand that said, "Kevin Barrett is a poopy butt. Fire him and give him a 'nuggie' or a 'snakebite' or at least a round of 'Ten Pops'. And this has nothing to do with a perfect excuse to cut state funding for higher education, which has never in the past been our goal. Oh, and more pop machines for the hallways. Me for Class President!"**
Now, you would think this would be enough to wake people up to the reality of Kevin Barrett and his smelly patchouli. But no. He still has a job, there have been no schoolyard pranks of any kind, poor people are still getting smarter, and the pop machines are still being unfairly terrorized by a box full of NutriGrain bars. On the bright side, Mark Green might become class president.***
In the ancient words of Eminem, "this motherfucker won't die." "Go to sleep, bitch! Die motherfucker die! Unh! Time's up, bitch! Close your eyes and go to sleep bitch!"*
It ain't happening. Barrett is alive and well, and he is still loved by all the comic book bad guys, including Lex Luthor and Gargamel. Plus a handful of millions of white bread American terrorists, according to a recent Zogby poll. This can only mean one thing: Barrett won't die because he is dead. He's a zombie, man! Or at least a vampire and a pagan both rolled up into one. And we all know what pagans do.
Kevin Barrett eats babies.
Oh, plus he's some kind of 9/11 "denialist" or something.
* Actual quotes.
** Not actual quotes. I know, it's hard to tell the difference.
*** Incidentally, U.S. Representative from Green Bay of the Not-Green Party Mark Green is running for governor on a platform that favors a triple-threat playground prank of nuggies, snakebites, and Ten Pops. He also favors having more things that have "Green" in their names or that incorporate the color green, such as dirty money funneled to him by Tom DeLay.****
**** That last part is not a joke.
9/11? Never happened.
9/11? Never happened. I don't know what you're talking about. Planes? Buildings? People? Quoi? Stop talking funny. Unless you're talking about the Chilean coup of September 11, 1973, in which the United States C.I.A. apparently did not overthrow the Socialist plurality president Salvador Allende and replace him with genocidal dictator General Augusto Pinochet in a coup d'etat using Britain-manufactured Hawker-Hunter fighter jets to bomb the Presidential Palace, I fail to understand this "9/11" you speak of. You see, I am a 9/11 denialist.
Only this past week did I learn that I am a 9/11 denialist. I have a Wisconsin "conservative" blogger to thank for this revelation. Up until this discovery, I had considered myself more of a, oh, I don't know, 9/11 researcher, which I define as a terrorist who goes digging around for facts and things. But now I know I'm not. I'm actually a denialist. That's someone who refuses to acknowledge - oops, I mean admits the dearth of - a given event.
Since I am a denialist, what I really enjoy doing is pretending - oops, I mean admitting - that 9/11 never happened. Burning? Screaming? Death? Snap out of it, my boy! Blithering and blathering about this mystical "9/11" business is not earning you any vacation days from the asylum.
Here is what happened on 9/11: nothing. It was a normal day at the office, m'kay? Get that through your head. Oh, don't cry. Here, I know what will make you feel better: a trip to the World Trade Center! We'll go up in the tower, in those big elevators of theirs, the ones that go really fast. Your tummy will feel funny, but not a bad funny. I think that will cheer you up. And then, when we get to the top, we'll go to the observatory and look out upon the pristine expanses of New York City where nothing ever happened, m'kay? Well, nothing but wonderful concerts on the World Trade Center Plaza. Maybe there will be a jazz band there; we can swing dance!
The weather is beautiful, the government is a peach, the oligopolies put their pants on one leg at a time just like you, there is no such thing as white evil, and there was no 9/11. I know this because I am a 9/11 denialist, and because reverse logic tells me so.
Only this past week did I learn that I am a 9/11 denialist. I have a Wisconsin "conservative" blogger to thank for this revelation. Up until this discovery, I had considered myself more of a, oh, I don't know, 9/11 researcher, which I define as a terrorist who goes digging around for facts and things. But now I know I'm not. I'm actually a denialist. That's someone who refuses to acknowledge - oops, I mean admits the dearth of - a given event.
Since I am a denialist, what I really enjoy doing is pretending - oops, I mean admitting - that 9/11 never happened. Burning? Screaming? Death? Snap out of it, my boy! Blithering and blathering about this mystical "9/11" business is not earning you any vacation days from the asylum.
Here is what happened on 9/11: nothing. It was a normal day at the office, m'kay? Get that through your head. Oh, don't cry. Here, I know what will make you feel better: a trip to the World Trade Center! We'll go up in the tower, in those big elevators of theirs, the ones that go really fast. Your tummy will feel funny, but not a bad funny. I think that will cheer you up. And then, when we get to the top, we'll go to the observatory and look out upon the pristine expanses of New York City where nothing ever happened, m'kay? Well, nothing but wonderful concerts on the World Trade Center Plaza. Maybe there will be a jazz band there; we can swing dance!
The weather is beautiful, the government is a peach, the oligopolies put their pants on one leg at a time just like you, there is no such thing as white evil, and there was no 9/11. I know this because I am a 9/11 denialist, and because reverse logic tells me so.
Friday, July 28, 2006
Can I Be a Dick?
Seriously, can I? I want to be a dick. I don't feel like I should have to be dead-serious all the time. I don't think I should have to be the self-appointed Guardian of 9/11 Honor. I mean, come on, it's just Politics. Which, in turn, is just the lipstick on a pig called War Rhetoric. I want to be a dick. I am a dick.
I think people are funny. I could talk with for hours and hours and hours, just blowing minds, over and over again, but what the hell is the point when the minds are in such short supply? I'd rather have my own mind blown. So blow me.
I'm just not very impressed anymore. Not impressed with "arguments", not impressed with "debate", not impressed with "evidence" and "logic" and "thought". Things like that don't get me anymore. All this talk of Israel bombing the soul out of Lebanon, and Condoleeza Rice traipsing around Italy with her face in her wearied hands, and Richard Perle explaining to Bush how the Mistress of Death Herself is just not cockadoodledooed in the head enough to run the State Department anymore. All these musings over just how dead we are all going to be as a result of Bush's Happy Fun Time Armageddon Playset (New from Lockheed Martin! 2 to 4 Players. Ages 8 to Adult.) Not impressed. You know? What's the point? I'd rather be a dick.
Sage Francis said: Makeshift Patriot, the flag shop is out of stock; I hang myself at half mast... No, I'm not at that point. Never will be. But hang it all anyway, yes-no? Yes yes, don't get me wrong, I like reading the news and analysis from all my blogger buddies. I find what they do to be enthralling, I really do. I read about the forms death takes as often as I can. If I can be serious for just a millisecond, I honestly value being informed. But it's kind of all one thing, you know? It all kind of swirls together, like so much lavatory flotsam and jetsam towards the Great Below.
I'm really digging myself a hole here. Let me be absolutely clear: I love what my buddies are doing. I love the blogging thing, and learning, and getting the facts, and also scoping out the so-called "opposition". But there are some folks out there - nay, most folks out there - who really just don't think at all.
I know you don't believe me when I say some folks really don't think at all. You think I mean it in an exasperated way, a way that says, "Well of course they think, but they just don't seem to be able to see a few things my way." No. I mean literally. They don't think. Here, let me break it down for you.
When these non-thinking people go to "think", what they do is place their heads in the general area of a certain massive fart cloud which I will here dub the "dumbfuckanimbus cloud". Gingerly, these non-thinkers sort of push their heads through the misting sulfur essence of the dumbfuckanimbus cloud. A little of the gas enters the ear - the right ear or the left ear, doesn't matter which, because I'm not talking about liberals vs. conservatives. When enough airborne putrescence has entered their ears and lightly pressurized the inside of their skull, they quick pull an airtight hood over their heads, so that the deathalicious odor will be contained. They have to tie the hood off at the neck, which cuts off circulation, but this poses no medical threat, since their craniums are actually just primitive wooden carvings splattered with some somewhat life-like house paint and crowned with a fist full of cornsilk. What I am saying is that there are no nerve endings in or on their "heads".
Okay, I suppose I've lost you here again. You still don't believe me. Just try to keep up, okay? Because what I am telling you is absolutely true in a very literal way. I know because I've met hundreds of these "people". They exist, and they're everywhere! Moving on now: the hood, now securely smothering their "head", also obscures their vision (their eyes are those trick eyeballs you can buy at Spencer's Gifts), and so they are even more blind than before. I know that sounds silly, to say that someone can be even more blind than blind, but some things are harder to explain than others. Forgive me.
So. You've got these feverish herds of non-thinkers wandering around, waiting for a good time to take the bag off, and when they do find an excuse, the stench just wafts gently right back out, the same way it came in: through the ear. This explains why they don't know how to listen. They actually use their ears to "talk". Very strange. (What do their mouths look like? A film canister with a chunk of raw hamburger meat at the bottom, approximating a tongue. Hey, that's what it looks like. Don't kill the messenger.) Then when they're done wafting, they clear their throats (garden hose?) and claim to be thinking.
Anyway, it's that stench, and that freakish anatomy of theirs, and their crazy-making professions of individual thought, that have made me realize that you just can't convince a non-thinker of anything. You'll go crazy trying. So I have decided to become a dick. If you want to debate, argue, talk, converse - you know, normal-person activities - you have to sort of waft your point.
And I don't have that kind of patience. Maybe I'll be normal one day, again, for the first time. Until then: I'm a dick.
I think people are funny. I could talk with for hours and hours and hours, just blowing minds, over and over again, but what the hell is the point when the minds are in such short supply? I'd rather have my own mind blown. So blow me.
I'm just not very impressed anymore. Not impressed with "arguments", not impressed with "debate", not impressed with "evidence" and "logic" and "thought". Things like that don't get me anymore. All this talk of Israel bombing the soul out of Lebanon, and Condoleeza Rice traipsing around Italy with her face in her wearied hands, and Richard Perle explaining to Bush how the Mistress of Death Herself is just not cockadoodledooed in the head enough to run the State Department anymore. All these musings over just how dead we are all going to be as a result of Bush's Happy Fun Time Armageddon Playset (New from Lockheed Martin! 2 to 4 Players. Ages 8 to Adult.) Not impressed. You know? What's the point? I'd rather be a dick.
Sage Francis said: Makeshift Patriot, the flag shop is out of stock; I hang myself at half mast... No, I'm not at that point. Never will be. But hang it all anyway, yes-no? Yes yes, don't get me wrong, I like reading the news and analysis from all my blogger buddies. I find what they do to be enthralling, I really do. I read about the forms death takes as often as I can. If I can be serious for just a millisecond, I honestly value being informed. But it's kind of all one thing, you know? It all kind of swirls together, like so much lavatory flotsam and jetsam towards the Great Below.
I'm really digging myself a hole here. Let me be absolutely clear: I love what my buddies are doing. I love the blogging thing, and learning, and getting the facts, and also scoping out the so-called "opposition". But there are some folks out there - nay, most folks out there - who really just don't think at all.
I know you don't believe me when I say some folks really don't think at all. You think I mean it in an exasperated way, a way that says, "Well of course they think, but they just don't seem to be able to see a few things my way." No. I mean literally. They don't think. Here, let me break it down for you.
When these non-thinking people go to "think", what they do is place their heads in the general area of a certain massive fart cloud which I will here dub the "dumbfuckanimbus cloud". Gingerly, these non-thinkers sort of push their heads through the misting sulfur essence of the dumbfuckanimbus cloud. A little of the gas enters the ear - the right ear or the left ear, doesn't matter which, because I'm not talking about liberals vs. conservatives. When enough airborne putrescence has entered their ears and lightly pressurized the inside of their skull, they quick pull an airtight hood over their heads, so that the deathalicious odor will be contained. They have to tie the hood off at the neck, which cuts off circulation, but this poses no medical threat, since their craniums are actually just primitive wooden carvings splattered with some somewhat life-like house paint and crowned with a fist full of cornsilk. What I am saying is that there are no nerve endings in or on their "heads".
Okay, I suppose I've lost you here again. You still don't believe me. Just try to keep up, okay? Because what I am telling you is absolutely true in a very literal way. I know because I've met hundreds of these "people". They exist, and they're everywhere! Moving on now: the hood, now securely smothering their "head", also obscures their vision (their eyes are those trick eyeballs you can buy at Spencer's Gifts), and so they are even more blind than before. I know that sounds silly, to say that someone can be even more blind than blind, but some things are harder to explain than others. Forgive me.
So. You've got these feverish herds of non-thinkers wandering around, waiting for a good time to take the bag off, and when they do find an excuse, the stench just wafts gently right back out, the same way it came in: through the ear. This explains why they don't know how to listen. They actually use their ears to "talk". Very strange. (What do their mouths look like? A film canister with a chunk of raw hamburger meat at the bottom, approximating a tongue. Hey, that's what it looks like. Don't kill the messenger.) Then when they're done wafting, they clear their throats (garden hose?) and claim to be thinking.
Anyway, it's that stench, and that freakish anatomy of theirs, and their crazy-making professions of individual thought, that have made me realize that you just can't convince a non-thinker of anything. You'll go crazy trying. So I have decided to become a dick. If you want to debate, argue, talk, converse - you know, normal-person activities - you have to sort of waft your point.
And I don't have that kind of patience. Maybe I'll be normal one day, again, for the first time. Until then: I'm a dick.
Hi, Wisconsin!
It's great to see so many people from Wisconsin visiting my blog. Most of you came from some so-called "conservative" blogs and websites that will remain nameless here, because the ones you probably came from don't deserve a plug from me. First cat I'm gonna let out of the bag is this: those blogs and websites aren't actually conservative! They're total imposters. Their authors do not support the curtailment of rampant spending. They do not espouse smaller governments or states' rights. They do not value tradition, the wisdom of the past, or the continuation of any established order.
Instead, they exhibit nothing but an undying love for Great Leader, I mean Mein Furor, I mean The Chairman, I mean, I mean. Whatever you want to call him. No matter what that neocon shill Bush does, they follow! And when Richard Perle opens his mouth, these "conservatives" drool in admiration!
I am a conservative. You are not. I am sticking my tongue out at you, because I win, and you lose, this debate. Not because I can prove it, which I can but won't because I make it a point not to throw my pearls before swine, but because I know I'm right. So I find it absolutely hilarious when you people label 9/11 researchers as "liberal moonbats". I mean, can you please just go with a more time-honored clichee, like "tinfoil hatter", or something? That would be nice, and more accurate (read: less infinitely ignorant). What does free thought have to do, directly, with liberalism? Say it with me, "conservatives": Not much! Right? I mean, come on, you do hate "liberals" (whatever the hell those are) so much that you're willing to blame them for everything, including the yammerings of tinfoil hatters like me, right? Those damn liberals and their conspiracy theories. Fools! Swine! Oink!
Cat Number Two jumpin' out da bag: Most liberals don't think 9/11 was in inside job! Do you understand the words that are comin' outta my mouth (thank you Chris Tucker)? Most liberals are, well, stuck on "the liberal agenda". I thought you knew that! Why the hell should they stray from their Robin Hood delusions of stealing from the rich and giving to themselves? Why should they throw away their whole plan just so they could say discrediting things like Bush knocked down the towers and Cheney has a tail and Silverstein is Jewish and Bin Laden, who is a dirty Jew, is trying to undermine the institution of marriage by trysting with Elvis, who is a dirty Jew steppin' on my blue suede shoes and whatnot? Well some of that stuff is factually accurate, but most of it is complete lucacy and/or anti-Semitism. Point is, that stuff's for me to say, not liberals! I'm the psycho here! I'm the supposed Jew-hater here! (Not that the real bad guys are even Jewish, but it doesn't matter, because no matter what a dissenter says - even if he's saying, "Uh, yo, a White Anglo-Saxon Protestant just kicked me in the nuts" - he's only complaining because he hates the Jooz, and by Allah Christ, you people are gonna point it out and, if necessary, make stuff up and take things out of context, which, I am 100% sure, you all will do when you are done reading this. It's just a cut-and-paste endeavor. Think you can handle that? Or haven't you yet found the on-switch to that Mac laptop your trust fund bought you?) So you leave them liberals alone, you meany wannabe-conservatives!
And the third cat purred: Dr. Kevin Barrett (yeah, he's a doctor, and don't you forget it, you filthy conservative hippies) is not only smart, not just brave, not just righteous, but he's a funny mofo too! He's got more personality in his converted ragtop hat than you've got in your whole wardrobe full of Abercrombie & Fitch. Or Old Navy, or whatever the hell you people wear. I don't care what you wear. Point is, all of your personality is tied up in your clothing. Hey, don't feel so bad. Some people just suck, that's all. And you're one of those people. That's okay, don't worry about it. I heard the Wizard is supposed to stop by Wisconsin on his way to Oz. Maybe he'll give you a clue. Best of luck with that.
And now, for those of you who are capable of abstract thought (i.e., the ones who laughed or at least smirked somewhere in there), thank you for reading this. All I'm saying is, hey, teacher, don't leave them kids alone, what we need is education. And not the kind of education where you just regurgitate the edicts of the winning factions of all wars that ever happened in history. Can learning please be more than just a survey of opinions from every annoying dictator and genocidal maniac who ever got flag-waved into power? Please. I'm not begging you, I'm telling you. Well, yes, I'm begging you. "You" being "whoever". Edumucate yourself, and then edumucate someone else.
Just leave the immature rants and raves to me. I got that base covered. Someone else can take up the mantel of civilized debate. I'm sick and tired of it. Besides, ad hominem is the only thing you "conservatives" understand.
Laughing all the way to the Neocon War Crimes Tribunal,
Musclemouth
P.S. I actually love the liberals these days. They are currently God's gift to "conservatives". And I mean that.
P.P.S Not all Wisconsinites are sheeple. Matter of fact, I hear sheep are actually in the minority there, according to a recent Zogby poll. How's that for a mindfuck? Sheep in the minority. That's deep.
Instead, they exhibit nothing but an undying love for Great Leader, I mean Mein Furor, I mean The Chairman, I mean, I mean. Whatever you want to call him. No matter what that neocon shill Bush does, they follow! And when Richard Perle opens his mouth, these "conservatives" drool in admiration!
I am a conservative. You are not. I am sticking my tongue out at you, because I win, and you lose, this debate. Not because I can prove it, which I can but won't because I make it a point not to throw my pearls before swine, but because I know I'm right. So I find it absolutely hilarious when you people label 9/11 researchers as "liberal moonbats". I mean, can you please just go with a more time-honored clichee, like "tinfoil hatter", or something? That would be nice, and more accurate (read: less infinitely ignorant). What does free thought have to do, directly, with liberalism? Say it with me, "conservatives": Not much! Right? I mean, come on, you do hate "liberals" (whatever the hell those are) so much that you're willing to blame them for everything, including the yammerings of tinfoil hatters like me, right? Those damn liberals and their conspiracy theories. Fools! Swine! Oink!
Cat Number Two jumpin' out da bag: Most liberals don't think 9/11 was in inside job! Do you understand the words that are comin' outta my mouth (thank you Chris Tucker)? Most liberals are, well, stuck on "the liberal agenda". I thought you knew that! Why the hell should they stray from their Robin Hood delusions of stealing from the rich and giving to themselves? Why should they throw away their whole plan just so they could say discrediting things like Bush knocked down the towers and Cheney has a tail and Silverstein is Jewish and Bin Laden, who is a dirty Jew, is trying to undermine the institution of marriage by trysting with Elvis, who is a dirty Jew steppin' on my blue suede shoes and whatnot? Well some of that stuff is factually accurate, but most of it is complete lucacy and/or anti-Semitism. Point is, that stuff's for me to say, not liberals! I'm the psycho here! I'm the supposed Jew-hater here! (Not that the real bad guys are even Jewish, but it doesn't matter, because no matter what a dissenter says - even if he's saying, "Uh, yo, a White Anglo-Saxon Protestant just kicked me in the nuts" - he's only complaining because he hates the Jooz, and by Allah Christ, you people are gonna point it out and, if necessary, make stuff up and take things out of context, which, I am 100% sure, you all will do when you are done reading this. It's just a cut-and-paste endeavor. Think you can handle that? Or haven't you yet found the on-switch to that Mac laptop your trust fund bought you?) So you leave them liberals alone, you meany wannabe-conservatives!
And the third cat purred: Dr. Kevin Barrett (yeah, he's a doctor, and don't you forget it, you filthy conservative hippies) is not only smart, not just brave, not just righteous, but he's a funny mofo too! He's got more personality in his converted ragtop hat than you've got in your whole wardrobe full of Abercrombie & Fitch. Or Old Navy, or whatever the hell you people wear. I don't care what you wear. Point is, all of your personality is tied up in your clothing. Hey, don't feel so bad. Some people just suck, that's all. And you're one of those people. That's okay, don't worry about it. I heard the Wizard is supposed to stop by Wisconsin on his way to Oz. Maybe he'll give you a clue. Best of luck with that.
And now, for those of you who are capable of abstract thought (i.e., the ones who laughed or at least smirked somewhere in there), thank you for reading this. All I'm saying is, hey, teacher, don't leave them kids alone, what we need is education. And not the kind of education where you just regurgitate the edicts of the winning factions of all wars that ever happened in history. Can learning please be more than just a survey of opinions from every annoying dictator and genocidal maniac who ever got flag-waved into power? Please. I'm not begging you, I'm telling you. Well, yes, I'm begging you. "You" being "whoever". Edumucate yourself, and then edumucate someone else.
Just leave the immature rants and raves to me. I got that base covered. Someone else can take up the mantel of civilized debate. I'm sick and tired of it. Besides, ad hominem is the only thing you "conservatives" understand.
Laughing all the way to the Neocon War Crimes Tribunal,
Musclemouth
P.S. I actually love the liberals these days. They are currently God's gift to "conservatives". And I mean that.
P.P.S Not all Wisconsinites are sheeple. Matter of fact, I hear sheep are actually in the minority there, according to a recent Zogby poll. How's that for a mindfuck? Sheep in the minority. That's deep.
Thursday, July 27, 2006
Meat.
Seven-minute sci-fi flick, anyone? How about a good laugh? Like a gross-out? Enter Terry Bisson, the author of the original short story out of which this film was made.
Sorta changes things, doesn't it.
Sorta changes things, doesn't it.
Sunday, July 23, 2006
On Your Marks, Get Set, BREED!
Before all the stem cell snowflake flurries die down, here's a Monty Python classic clip you may have forgotten:
Every Sperm Is Sacred!
(Thanks to MHB.)
Every Sperm Is Sacred!
(Thanks to MHB.)
9/11 Poll
I created a 9/11 poll here because I want to get a better idea as to where my readers are coming from. You can check off as many answers you want; please let me know how I can improve my approach if I ever make another poll. First, however, I need to clarify a few things.
We bloggers are an eclectically politicized community. Although we share many common values, we often differ in our philosophies. Perhaps the most potentially divisive point of contention is 9/11. By now almost everyone has heard some of the objecting viewpoints about what happened on 9/11. (If you haven't, just do what everybody else has done: watch Loose Change 2nd Edition. After that, you're on your own.) It looks like most people have "drawn their line in the sand," as In Plane Site director Dave VonKleist likes to say. Many humans have chosen to believe "the official story", while the rest have chosen to believe what I like to call "other-than". Within the "other-than" camp there are an infinite number of sub-camps, many of which have chosen to wage polemical war on the other sub-camps. Nico Haupt, for example, has even created a glossary of archetypes in an attempt to label every type of other-than believer in existence. Haupt is himself a leading member of the "911 TV fakery" sub-camp, which endeavors to document evidence of doctored 9/11 footage.
As soon as one begins spelunking into the nightmarish catacombes of TV fakery, the phenomenon of false recall, and certain existential concepts like the Jungian collective unconscious, the sheer enormity of The 9/11 Question becomes absolutely terrifying. The earnest seeker wonders whether anything can ever be known. The insurmountable complexity of 9/11 research disabuses this seeker of some very basic assumptions. Mugged for his compass, he is faced with a choice between petrifaction and wandering. Somnambulance is not an option; that would be tantamount to returning to square one. And he is too proud to freeze in place, so he wanders.
Inevitably he finds himself drawn to the sub-camps whose campfires burn brightest. Their ad campaigns are sharp, their numbers are great. They demand a reverence for World Trade Center Building 7, citing it as the bloodiest morsel of evidence against the perpetrators. Or they carry the Pentagon on their shoulders, measuring the 20-foot hole in the wall. Still others study the squibs and explosions emanating from the Twin Towers, with the patience of botanists identifying a new flower.
All of these divisions have been seen as either a bad thing or a good thing for the "other-than" movement. Those who see it as a bad thing hold that a Unified Theory would be more effective for getting the message out to the mainstream. Others, like Haupt, maintain that individualized research actually clarifies issues.
They're both right. We do need unity, but not based on a theory. We must base our unity on one thing and one thing only: love. Whoa! Love? Yeah, love. Remember that? That's a thing where you accept someone, or a number of people, or every human being on Earth, unconditionally. "Oh, come on, you're talking about a mother's love for her child." No I'm not. Who ever said unconditional love was exclusive to the realm of parenthood? I sure didn't. Or if I did, I was wrong. We have to begin to remember that love is our saving grace. It is the only thing that will ever solve the problems our sick and dying planet is facing right now. After all the tacticians have spoken, after all the activists have rallied, after all the diplomats have done their work and retired, the violence has remained. But so has love, quietly, in the background. We must cast from our minds all pretentions that love is an outdated cliche of the 60's, and start believing in the awesome transcendence of love. You can't knock that, no matter what cynical TV sitcom says otherwise.
So whether you think that 9/11 was an outside job or an inside job, I still love ya. Everyone I have spoken with here in the blogosphere has been a gift to my heart and mind. I have learned some very valuable things from people with whom I disagree on the 9/11 question. Long live unity.
We bloggers are an eclectically politicized community. Although we share many common values, we often differ in our philosophies. Perhaps the most potentially divisive point of contention is 9/11. By now almost everyone has heard some of the objecting viewpoints about what happened on 9/11. (If you haven't, just do what everybody else has done: watch Loose Change 2nd Edition. After that, you're on your own.) It looks like most people have "drawn their line in the sand," as In Plane Site director Dave VonKleist likes to say. Many humans have chosen to believe "the official story", while the rest have chosen to believe what I like to call "other-than". Within the "other-than" camp there are an infinite number of sub-camps, many of which have chosen to wage polemical war on the other sub-camps. Nico Haupt, for example, has even created a glossary of archetypes in an attempt to label every type of other-than believer in existence. Haupt is himself a leading member of the "911 TV fakery" sub-camp, which endeavors to document evidence of doctored 9/11 footage.
As soon as one begins spelunking into the nightmarish catacombes of TV fakery, the phenomenon of false recall, and certain existential concepts like the Jungian collective unconscious, the sheer enormity of The 9/11 Question becomes absolutely terrifying. The earnest seeker wonders whether anything can ever be known. The insurmountable complexity of 9/11 research disabuses this seeker of some very basic assumptions. Mugged for his compass, he is faced with a choice between petrifaction and wandering. Somnambulance is not an option; that would be tantamount to returning to square one. And he is too proud to freeze in place, so he wanders.
Inevitably he finds himself drawn to the sub-camps whose campfires burn brightest. Their ad campaigns are sharp, their numbers are great. They demand a reverence for World Trade Center Building 7, citing it as the bloodiest morsel of evidence against the perpetrators. Or they carry the Pentagon on their shoulders, measuring the 20-foot hole in the wall. Still others study the squibs and explosions emanating from the Twin Towers, with the patience of botanists identifying a new flower.
All of these divisions have been seen as either a bad thing or a good thing for the "other-than" movement. Those who see it as a bad thing hold that a Unified Theory would be more effective for getting the message out to the mainstream. Others, like Haupt, maintain that individualized research actually clarifies issues.
They're both right. We do need unity, but not based on a theory. We must base our unity on one thing and one thing only: love. Whoa! Love? Yeah, love. Remember that? That's a thing where you accept someone, or a number of people, or every human being on Earth, unconditionally. "Oh, come on, you're talking about a mother's love for her child." No I'm not. Who ever said unconditional love was exclusive to the realm of parenthood? I sure didn't. Or if I did, I was wrong. We have to begin to remember that love is our saving grace. It is the only thing that will ever solve the problems our sick and dying planet is facing right now. After all the tacticians have spoken, after all the activists have rallied, after all the diplomats have done their work and retired, the violence has remained. But so has love, quietly, in the background. We must cast from our minds all pretentions that love is an outdated cliche of the 60's, and start believing in the awesome transcendence of love. You can't knock that, no matter what cynical TV sitcom says otherwise.
So whether you think that 9/11 was an outside job or an inside job, I still love ya. Everyone I have spoken with here in the blogosphere has been a gift to my heart and mind. I have learned some very valuable things from people with whom I disagree on the 9/11 question. Long live unity.
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