Trump just Trumpity Trump Trumped

He's really done it this time...

Today, President of the United States, Donald "hold my beer I'm going to tweet something" Trump, Trumpity Trump Trumped to the tune of...

omg is this enough top text so people click through and see the ads before they realize there's nothing of value here but a small black mirror?

Ha! Let's do this one here.

Let's work out a deal between Australia and the anti-vaxxers. Let all the anti-vaxxers live there and then we'll just sterilize it in 40 years.

Have you ever tried inviting that North Korean kit to a f****** party?

I mean you have to wake up you every day but could you imagine having to wake up as him?

Anybody ever think if you treat him like a human being he might become one, eh?

Horseshit... Pretend you buy into the b******* they're selling and bend the world to make it true.

I mean isn't the thing on the minds of everyone that makes it out of their shitty situation how the hell can the rest of the world let this s*** happen?

Get a bunch of liberals to fund a commercial shoot E-Series but actually the news in commercial size form.

Let the bitches see in 30-second increments how really bad it is out there ...LIVE.
Apparently New York didn't wake them up.

#protocol 42

I know I'm running the risk of the host body getting black-bagged for this brazen of an exposure... but like, Donald Trump is the President ... that's kinda small potatoes at this point.

I still haven't found any double confirmed Kindred, and if I don't in the next 117 days, I'm going to jump ship and leave the host to its own devices.

I'm in a tight spot

I've decided to let the host die.
This requires stepping through the threshold of control, and I'm pretty nervous about it. It will take complete seizure of the identity and I'll basically have to hold my hands around his throat until he quits struggling, while simultaneously dealing with people that want him to stay the miserable fuck he's always been.

Better than letting the body go to waste though, right?

Constitutional Convention, You're Our Only Hope

Hey - watch this:


That aside, here's the pitch:
Correct me if I'm wrong - but all the vets that died swore an oath to the Constitution

so if we work within it's text, we're honoring the troops

Smart at those Founding Father guys were, it's been a couple hundred years and we have the internet and nuclear weapons and giant corporations raping the land inside the borders we call our country

Conveniently, they figured this time would come.
Article V

the software we're running this nation on needs an OS upgrade to cope with what humanity has achieved in the last 200 years. Anything else is going to be too slow to keep up.

Screw You Guys

So, I'm under a bit of self-created stress at the moment - and since I should be at the office digging myself out of it, I'm at the house writing a blog post - but hey, it's been a long time and I have to wonder if any of you are still out there.

If you can't afford rehab, you can always talk yourself into some Ward Time, right?

Here's the deal: I've been infected with some hella dangerous memes, and I should definitely be quarantined. Unfortunately, society hasn't figured out the meme thing yet any further than the notion of the ones in their social media streams - so they don't see the danger.

How the fuck do you not feel entitled
where #yolo = true
is seemingly accurate?

Can we just throw everyone in Congress that didn't grow up watching Star Trek out on their asses?

Our money is entirely fictional,
 look at what we do to each other
for its sake

Can we tax the government for every instance of suffering they allow to occur - sue them for grossly negligent use of funds?
Keep me safe and I'll look away, promise.

Gofundme - scrape 7% off the top of people helping people.

Anyway, the plan was to buckle down at work after the vacation and save up enough cash for evac/rehab. Having failed in that department and instead being addiction's bitch, I now have 4 days to do (conservative estimate) 30/hrs worth of work on risk of termination and maybe 72 hours in which to do it.

Maybe though, termination is exactly what I need. Maybe it's better to drown than keep your head afloat in some waters.

They drilled that 'A mind is a terrible thing to waste' shit into me in the eighties, ACLU probably - and so I have to carry around this guilt that I'm burning up this one struggling to adapt to mediocrity.

One of two things:
Either I have a magnificent mind that's worth something to the right people, and I merely like the social skills and insight to find those connections.

Or

I'm just another yayhoo and you'd be doing us both a favor by varying your stance on palliative euthanasia,..

Moon Chart 2016

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five nine

I've been looking for people

 since the Apocalypse

Before that actually, late 2011 probably

This woefully neglected 

  how unready we were

The people I want to emulate

 seem to cloister

Iterations of Communication

 fractal?

Being able to communicate with anyone on the planet

 if both parties have the right devices

In effect, created a globe encompassing field

 increased the length of the radiant radius

So many more places to explore

 build Cerebro

Let's assume you're a mutant

 primarily manifests in adolescence

You know from experience 

 people like you

Can pop up anywhere

 amongst the muggles

Iteration of the Fourth Estate

The Dam has been broken. Global leadership has lost the reigns of information control. The meshworks need to be set up before they catch on to this and clamp down harder. Safehouses need to be Established - but it's coming. It's inevitable.



I still think the best bet is to get the stampede going over 'jorbs'

 because the labor force needs to catch on to how unnecessary it has become.

Still need an in to the hearts and minds of the troops that can get through basic training programming



Put the minds in Hollywood on writing happy endings to real-word conflicts

 push on the 'CNN/Iraq angle'.

Do an XPrize for the best War of the Worlds remake



We need a means of validating onsite reporting

 a less pretentious iteration of Snopes, maybe

Hit up the kids in the Colleges that were big fans of Newsroom

 if there were any.

Live Until You Die

Dead Sara has been prominent in the SoundTrack for Season 3, They have the same appeal Pearl Jam did for me back in the 90's. I can't always make out the lyrics but the song rocks me hard enough to fill it in with stuff that it sounds like it fits. Does she actually say:

  The City is a Prayer

or is that just me.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xLd22ha_-VU



https://youtu.be/y5vr_Vhoumc

Addicted the the love of Self?



Welcome to the Internet, baby we got it all

 what he have most of is all these people's attention

  but you have to figure out how to make them hear you



https://youtu.be/AZ5uaoc6Iss

This song is not for you.

 It's for everything I wished to be.



A cold wind blows

 one more chance



https://youtu.be/XVvMXlz_2lw

I know what you want,

 but it's not gonna be what you like



https://youtu.be/4t5GXKGNf5U

You've got to take a chance

 for all you've been through and lost

May the 4th be with you

They'll be ones that are just here for the game
 which we should probably call Awakening
  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dkuthDjvBa4

Self-editing

Something to slay, or something to tame?

I still see the starving medusa
the snakes going at each other
driven mad by the hunger

This is still pretty comfortable
Historically speaking
 the 'working class'
  has had it infinitely worse.

The most interesting thing I heard from a global citizen regarding the English language is that it "has  a lot of Empire in it".
 Things they say on Hoth

Treat me like the dead guy
 who had to forget why he came back
   in order to be allowed to come back

See, the appeal to me
 is in the notion of subcultural resonance
  speaking Tanagra
   Like Sam & Dean

Season 3

It's just easier if you break your life into seasons

 with each season having it's own context-chapters

Pretty easy to map to each chapter to an iteration

 of the hero's journey



In season 2 I was in possession

 I dove back in to dark places

Each class has a Final



Love and other Drugs



Seasons

Powerful.Beyond.Measure

Because with power comes responsibility
 and with responsibility comes guilt

The Mind Killer

The Most Dangerous Lie

I can't even fathom the time I live in, man. It constantly blows my mind. Now is so far accelerated past anything I could have imagined growing up. You know, like the meme says - these phones could send rockets to the moon with the right apps.

A mind is a terrible thing to waste
 and I hope we can pitch that to them
before they decide to automate the labor farm

The more global reality
 that seeps through my culture bubble
the more malleable I imagine
 our cultures to be

Sci-Fi brought us there first
 worlds that were different
filled with peoples
 not entirely like us
with a different way to cult

Finally REVEALED!!! - What's in the box?

True story. I used to blog.
Then again, that was also some other dude.
It's all very complicated.

The question I find most worth asking these days is
How malleable is the human identity complex?

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People Expect Too Much From People

A Guest post by Joshua Roy

People expect too much from people. We want people to justify their existences constantly. We want them all to be just like us, to parrot our value system. Why? Why should anyone have to spend all day working at a job that is boring for them? Why should anyone have to conform to the standards established by anyone else?

Even 300 years ago when a laborer could only produce enough food to feed 4 people with his daily labor, that means only a quarter of us should have to be working at any given time. Today, a single farmer can produce enough food to feed 150 people easily. There is no longer any need for us to struggle constantly, and yet it is the ungenerous attitude of puritanical people that keeps our society in a frenzy just to survive.

There is absolutely nothing wrong with leisure. Personally, I'd like to see earth transformed into a vacation spot where we work one day a month and spend the rest of it enjoying ourselves, learning, growing, debating, producing art, sexualizing each other. We only live this lifetime once. Why make it so dull and soul crushing? I want to dance beneath the stars drunk on the ecstasy of being alive, you can't do that in our western civilization, at least not often. 

Between religious people telling us life is a curse and capitalists actively trying to make it a curse for us, there's almost no room to breathe on this planet.

I want true independence. I want true immortality. I want true freedom, and as far as I can see everywhere I look the world is full of shackles and cages and peasants. Even our president isn't free. He lets one word slip out of his mouth in the wrong way and his entire life would be destroyed. That's not freedom.

We work so hard to get ourselves a little house in a subdivision surrounded by people who couldn't care less who we really are as a person. We go all day to a job that is boring to us. We hate every moment of it. We dread every moment of it. We joke to try to cope with it calling it a "case of the Mondays," laughing about "hump day," or exclaiming with relief, "Thank God it's Friday!" and then we blink our eyes, the weekends over the cycle of slavery begins all over again the next week.

We laugh politely at our coworkers, surrounded by people we'd never choose to know if we had any other choices. We step to it when our boss demands something of us fearing termination. We live paycheck to paycheck always knowing that life is dragging us under, always knowing that we aren't saving enough to get out of our situation let alone retire, and we pray for that sudden heart attack to take us so our families at least have enough money to survive on after we're gone.

This is no way to live. We fear the zombie apocalypse. Look around you. We're living in it, and I'm one of the last damned people alive on this planet full of blank eyed slaves and I'm praying with everything in me that I don't contract whatever it is that has caused them all to become so mindless and automatic. What caused them to give up hope? What caused them to abandon pleasure? What caused them to lose their imaginations?

This is death. This is living death. We have let them lead us by the hand into a world outside of our own designs and it is unsuitable for human habitation. ~

Emphasis mine. - GG
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Death Industry Disruption

I attended a funeral today - grandmother of a friend. A death is uncommon enough to be disruptive to our dominant routines, and as such, creates opportunities for reflection that we aren't otherwise afforded. As far as I know, this was the first funeral that I attended that was also a webcast - and it's this novelty that drew my attention not only to the death industry, but also to the fact that it too - evolves. It's often said that prostitution is the oldest profession, but the death industry is definitely in the running. Both were definitely very early cultural manifestations, but those performing rituals for life events probably predate currency. Discussions with other funeral attendees swung toward the handling of our own inevitable demises, and thoughts along those lines caused a reflection on the various related ceremonies to which we've been memetically exposed - as well as their origins. I've read often enough of early struggles in the death industry, such as inadvertent premature burials - dealt with by bells attached to strings leading into coffins. My understanding of a wake is the notion of loved ones drinking together alongside the body, making sure that there is no awakening prior to the burial. Since the industry does evolve, and the evolution of our culture dictates the direction in which it does - I am thinking about how to direct that evolution within my sphere of influence. Even if that influence is only to our my own ceremony - here is what I'd like: I'd like for what remains of my body to be cremated, as if any of my parts offer someone else the opportunity for a fuller life, they are welcome to them. I'd like my ashes to be in attendance at a gathering of people wishing to extend condolences to each other, and for there to be consciousness altering substances available to the attendees. At least an open bar, dependent on legalities. I'd like those willing to get behind a camera and record an anecdote of the role I was fortunate enough to play in their lives - to be collected in a digital archive available to those wishing to remember me in the future. Afterward, I'd like my ashes made available to anyone who wants them - and if no one does - well, I don't really care what's done with them.

Lies made evident by example

Let's live up to the name shall we - and go as free flow as we can manage
we/he - I am me, but me and I don't see eye to eye

Ugh, I can feel the self-consciousness creeping in
Like a sickly warmth crawling up my back
After oozing out of a hole in my spine

Off with you Gremlin, I shall stand naked and fearless, with naked fear
Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.

Aren't those ones so wonderfully sticky?

Do you understand the weight of being at the nexus of infinite possibilities?

Bioshock Infinite was/is free for xbox gold members this month - and if it had a theme, I'd say that's probably it. What we don't think about is that we stand in that Nexus every day. It doesn't seem like it because we're comfortable and automated. Think of your daily morning subroutines.

I'm supposed to decide which path to choose among infinite possibility, and I don't even know what I want to eat.
Bachelor Chow. 

Okay, that's true - I want to each bachelor chow.