A minor explosion of middle-class parenting angst (I reckon it’s their hormones) has followed the Myerson saga. For instance, families are now being torn apart by the skunk epidemic, according to the Observer. Yes, that was the Observer, not the Daily Mail. I checked. (Disease metaphors for society. Don’t you just love them?)
“It is the end of a taboo: articulate, middle-class parents are speaking out about the nightmare of seeing their children spiral into drug abuse and, all too often, mental illness. Many blame themselves for staying silent, assuming that modern strains of cannabis were little different from the pot that baby boomers smoked at college. The reality is very different” (from the Observer)
I’m going to skip past the embedded semiotics, because it’s boring and pretty blatant. (e.g. “at college” – the politician’s way of trying to imply a merging of excusable youthful folly and underlying respectability; “articulate middle class” as if no one else’s experience counts, and so on.) Basically, some “baby boomers” have grown old, changed their views and some have privileged access to the media. In the way of the world, they have become their parents, but – hopelessly self-indulgent – they don’t want to acknowledge this or accept that they themselves might have ever made mistakes. it was only purely innocent substances they didn’t inhale. So, it’s just the next generation who must be wrong.
A commenter (called ILoveMaxGogarty ) on Anne Perkins’ Guardian article made a sarcastic reference to the “skunk pandemic.” Great phrase.
But that particular moral panic is just one in the pandemic of pandemics that we are apparently facing. Alcohol and obesity are perennial favourites. Barely a day goes by without some hand-wringing and new initiative to deal with these. Both can apparently be addressed by taxing the poor more.
For example, there are plans for a minimum alcohol price and doctors calling for a chocolate tax.
Clearly, if you’re well off enough to pay more for alcohol and sweets, they don’t harm you. But , if you aren’t well off, they are really quite dangerous. I think we should follow this idea to its logical conclusion then. No tax on vintage champagnes or hand-made Swiss chocolates. £1000% taxes on cider and own-brand chocolate-flavour biscuits.
Ignore the complex combination of biological, psychological and social factors that shape our behaviour. Every social ill can be solved by blaming the victims, spending money on advertising and taxing the poor more.
Modern “epidemics” are so strange. These are the only epidemics where you can happily blame the victims, even express contempt for them without anyone thinking that you are morally reprehensible. It seems that we actually eat fewer calories than people did 50 years ago (according to the Office of National Statistics.)
But we can still view “obese” people as ravening gluttons, who deserve to die because of their sinfulness. And see ourselves as “good” because we didn’t take a slice of cake.
If only these medical ideas had been around in the middle ages. If only the rich had just taxed the peasants more heavily, the Black Death could have been eliminated. Ah, I understand now that the feudal landlords have been greatly misunderstood. They were really taxing the peasants on health grounds, to avoid the dangers of millet-related obesity or mead-binges. Throwing recalcitrant peasants off their land probably even qualifies as tough love, even.
This whole thing takes insane to a new level.
It is a massive authority fallacy to assume that doctors have a special insight into how to combat what is basically a social problem. Taxation does not work. It allows the rich / middle classes to continue leading an unhealthy lifestyle unhindered and it compounds the unhealthy lifestyle of the poor.
Poor people will not reduce their alcohol intake because of this, they will (like everyone) simply shoulder the increased costs and cut back elsewhere – for example, eating more cheap chips rather than expensive food. If the taxation model worked, smoking would have been stamped out by now – in reality smoking demonstrates that people will find the money for their habit from somewhere…
God says he will kill any and all Atheists who dare read the rest of this message and continue to take his name in vain. Consider yourself forewarned. But, if you are an Atheist, one who denies the existence of God, God knows that in addition to being stupid you can not possibly fear God and as such will keep on reading. So be it, I’ve warned you. To be or not to be, that is your catch 22. Should I continue to read this message and instanly cease to exist or quit while I am ahead and continue living and saying that I don’t believe in God or should I face my greatest fear: God. Read on. You must, you who are Atheist. You have no choice for part of your credo is to seek to understand the world and things around you based on rational, logical and practical thinking, words and deeds. I would call it the curiosity that killed the Atheist, but obviosly none of you are that curious, for if you were you would have read the Bible. It is impossible to finish reading the Bible with out some sort of belief in God. You may not believe that He parted the Red Sea, had a son of a virgin or once flooded the entire earth, but it is not possible to read the Bible without believing in God what ‘ere your conception may be. So for crimes against God you are hereby sentenced to death. Poppycock you say. Were I you I’d shut up and at least pause my reading for now and call up all of my friends and family and make peace with them before I ceased to exist. During the calls try to be repentent and apologize to those who warned you about your “Atheism” and warned you ahead of time about this day. Cry if you want to, laugh about old times, but be sure tell them what if anything you’d have done different if you had not stumbled upon this page and were not in fact now facing your very own destruction. Please go ahead and do that now. Don’t delay for if yoo were an “Atheist” you will cease to exist by the time you finish reading the second sentence away from this one. In this the final sentence of your existence, curse your luck, bitch and moan, cry, cry, cry and cry again, for God is pissed off and has chosen you Atheists as the brunt of his anger, and just to prove how merciful He is he has decided to make this a very long run on sentence that you may enjoy just a few more seconds of the miserable life you have led while denying his existence and what’s more as he knows that you really are scared shitless and that most if not all of you actually took the time to do your last rites and as he is not kidding about seeing to your demise he is offering those of you who did not take the chance you had in the previous sentence to do so now.
Now you die, the fact of the matter is that you never existed as an Atheist, there are no atheists there never have been, but due to the audacity of all atheists to claim that God does not exist atheism has earned itself a special place in the language it has earned itself a name but that is all atheism is a thing, it has no value, it is void of meaning, meaningless. In the set of all things there are words for all things and the exception that proves the rule is the word atheism and its derivations which stand for nothing. Let me be more precise nothing stands for more than does atheism. For at least nothing stands for something that thing being the lack of things. Atheism doesn’t stand for anything. It is a word without meaning. A waste of a string of seven letters.
And here is my proof. In order to be an atheist, you have to not believe in God. One can not not believe in something unless that thing exists at some level or the other. So if there is a word for it that thing exists if not in reality then at least in concept. As such we know that God exists because and here is the Mind Fuck, atheists claimed that he did not. The only reason that we know for sure that God exists is because so-called Atheists who deny his very existence chose to do so to the exclusion of all else. For everyone else on the planet God exists therefore we know that God exists apart from Atheists. But Atheists do not exist apart from God, by definition, their own definition. You might be tempted to argue that the reverse is true of Atheism, because the word Atheism exists the word has meaning. Unlike its reverse, Atheism as a concept is void. the word has no meaning, it describes nothing that is real. Nothing has more meaning than Atheism, for at the very least nothing stands for something. Atheism.
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So, if I follow this correctly, if anyone doesn’t believe I’m a god then ‘at some level or the other’ it proves I am? I always suspected that was true. It’s probably due to my omniscience which no-one believes in either. I think I must be the God of Nail Clippers. I keep buying them, but whenever I want to clip my toenails they’re missing. Clearly I am passing on the gift of tidily clipped nails to humanity. That’s my holy gift the world. Use it wisely.
…unless that’s only half the story and in fact some Prometheus-like hero, who’s been made redundant after the invention of cigarette lighters meant he no longer needed to steal fire, has been re-trained to steal my nail clippers. Personally I find that a bit too far-fetched to believe… oops!
Gregory GOrDon is either batshit crazy or a brilliant POE. Move over and make room for me, TW.
Thank God, i’ve found you, God of Nail Clippers. I thought it was me, I keep losing my nail clippers too. But since you are the God of Nail Clippers and you set the tone, I guess it is normal, nay expected of me to lose my nail clippers. All the while I thought it was me. Perhaps it is my self righteous expectations of perfection in a god that created too high an expectation of myself. In fact, I was totally unaware of any other God but me. But if you insist, I have heard it was said in your law, you are Gods, if you call yourself a god and that’s the best you can do, we’re all in trouble. Guess we’re gonna all have to go to the podiatrist to get our toe nails clipped. Oh, great god of Nail Clippers did you put insurance for podiatrists in your health care package. I really wouldn’t have to ask, but since you as God of Nail Clippers can’t seem to keep any around what hope is there for me? Enter Jesus. Greg, fuck the cock sucking mother fucking cunt ass bitch, who gives a fuck what you find hard to believe. Believe it.
Now if you want a good olde fashioned ass whipping I can arrange for that. Trust.
I would like, if I may, to end the bullshit about marijuana and all other drugs once and for all. I am sick and tired of one drug addict calling another drug addict a drug addict, based simply on the basis that the other persons drug of choice is not their own favorite drug of choice. This all comes up because of what is now being refferred to all around the world as: “The Meyerson Saga.” I personally have no idea who this person Meyerson is, and I don’t give a damn. Nor have I bothered to read anything he or she has written, I don’t have to. I am. I am sick and tired of the outright hypocrisy of everyone on earth, myself included when it comes to drug issues.
You, I and virtually everyone on planet earth is addicted to one drug or the other. For some the drug is ethyl alcohol, for some it is heroin, for others it is marijuana, yet the biggest hypocrites of all, and we are all guilty to some extent of this one are the caffeine addicts. Caffeine addiction is probably older than any other addiction and obviously much more widespread than any other addiction on the planet. Moreso than even the penchant for Nicotene, the active addictive in cigarettes. As a former cigarette smoker once, I know that kicking any habit is excruciatingly painful and can only be done one way. Cold Turkey. I know that some will argue with me. Don’t. You will be wasting your time. Cold Turkey is the only way to quit. Now hear this, no matter what treatment they give you, at whatever cost, the day you quit will be cold turkey day.
As for caffiene addicts, they are the worst addicts of all. in part because they are totally unaware of their addiction. In fact, they often meet to discuss what to do about other peoples addictions, “over a cup of coffee.” And yet they can’t seem to get enough dirt on everybody else’s addictions. And worse yet they insist that it is they who are normal and that everyone else has a problem.
They are the first to kick their kids out of the house because the kid’s steal from them and their siblings just in order to be able to afford a small “bag” of weed. Yet it is these same self-righteous drug addicts who make sure that everyone else’s drug is made illegal and has to be bought on the “black market” at outrageous prices. This is the reality of the situation, and I want you all to listen up and listen up good. If marijuana users were in charge and did to you tea drinkers what you have done to them. Each and every tea bag would cost you at least five dollars, and as we all know, they don’t sell “nickel bags” anymore.
But I must give credit to you caffeine addicts where credit is due. You got balls. Some of us marijuana addicts would welcome the opportunity to have marijuana legalized and taxed at up to ten or twenty dollars per ounce, just so that we could have our weed, and smoke it too. Well, actually we have our weed and smoke we do, only we’d like to be able to do it for less than we now have to. You caffeine addicts on the other hand would never stand for a “tea tax” as witnessed by the fact that, The United States of America is not still a part of England.
And as for the argument that marijuana makes a person lazy. Blow that out your ass. “Years ago, I gave up my lovely job as a Guardian political correspondent because I had two small children and a husband who appeared incapable of scaling back his 14-hour day. I felt very strongly one parent had to be at home most tea times, so I quit. ”
I pick up from the surrounding context of the two articles that I have read that this Meyerson person has a son who is involved in some way with smoking weed and that he may have made some bad choices. From the context he may even have developed what you have come to call “mental illness,” but I take it that he was made to suffer for his devotion to his drug of choice and I am betting that this Meyerson person can’t even sit down to write a single letter of a column without “my morning cup of coffee or tea.” Pick your poison.
But to critisize anyone of anything whatsoever, you who wrote this article really should get your own house in order first. Or else put down your pen and pick up a good book on self esteem. And what’s more I’d suggest that you read it. For the height of hypocrisy for any writer who would dare enter an opinion on drugs or for that matter anything has to be found in this statement: “In truth, it always felt like exploitation. As my anger slowly faded, and the resentment was replaced by plans that accommodated tea with the kids, I became more and more uncomfortable. I might be mad at my husband, but making fun of him in the name of some spurious journalistic integrity, I grasped, wasn’t going to help.” Hang it up. I am not really familiar with the quality of this news paper whether it is one of the tabloids that are so famous for their piss poor jouralistic standards or whether it is a reputable paper. But I know that I would not hire you.
“The Coffee Tax of 2009” Joke. No Joke.
Just to fill all of my millions of new readers in on some past history. Howard Stern and I go way back. In fact, the first time I was on the show was in February of 1995. At the time of my first appearance I was running for president of The United States of America. My platform was based on The Comprehensive Anticipatory Design Science Revolution and based upon doing it by the book, Critical Path in which the Highest Priority for the world is to link the world’s electrical transmission systems together into one grid. The resultant benefit of that would be to reduce population growth, improve world wide cooperation and trade, level out the playing field as every country has a unique and powerful source of energy supply, to be found either in the wind, the waves, the water both above ground, underground, in the ocean or the seas, in its crops, and in its shit. The lowest common denominator being that we all shit. By harnessing those powers we can instantly create a world wherein every person on earth lives a better life than any king or queen of the 19th century. Buckminster Fuller, creator of the Geodesic Dome which stands as the symbol of Walt Disney World, which by the way if you did not already know was designed to be the base of operations and physical home to all the people on earth, said: “Good Hardware is one of the few irrefutable proofs of clear thinking. In order to assure that the world be saved, I, Gregory GOrDon, studied appropriately with the intent of becoming America’s first black president, Today, I must conceed the race to my opponent, Barack Obama, who came out of nowhere, and trounced me, totally. Although I was brought up as a house nigger in East (cupcake) Brunswick, New Jersey, as one of the only two black people in the entire school system, (the other was my brother, Wayne) with all that entails, the best education in the entire nation, (our High School has never been ranked outside of the top ten High Schools in all of America) and in the 1970’s it was the 185 wealthiest town in all of The United States, I chose the road of a warrior rather than a statesman. Not to say that I was a piss poor statesman having won the Institute for politcal and legal education’s model congress chairmanship competion one year thus being elected Speaker of the House over participants from 25 other schools in New Jersey one year and having been voted as the Best Reprentative in another, but never-the-less after attending Livingston College for political science transferring to Cook College, becoming an Undergraduate Fellow of the Eagleton Intstitute for politics at Rutgers, University and then going on to The University of California, Berkeley’s Boalt Hall school of law I decided to leave “the church” and become a Warrior. When I first heard that Ronald Reagan was the Anti-Christ on the evening of 1980 election I thaught for sure that my roommate who was in my opinion a Bible Freak, by the way his name, and I believe that I am releasing this for the first time publicly was, Rick Del Piano. And believe it or not he has or at least had bright red hair that went down to the middle of his back. (Sound familiar to any of my Muslim brothers, A salaam alaakam). Peace be wtth you. I freaked and one night when he went out I hid his Bible. I forced a fight. He was pissed off. I used his anger as an excuse to ask him to leave. I guess he showed me. About six months later everthing he had said came true. Reagan was shot and wounded by John Hinkley. I knew the story of the anti-Christ for having listened to Rick. Rick Del Piano, can you ever forgive me, I treated you like street scum simply because when I’d met you, you’d been on the street and I threw you back, even though you were right. I only hope that I fought the good fight for you, because as far as the Koran is concerned you, not I most fit Mohammed’s description of the person he saw in heaven. Rick, you are the only one on earth that I’d surrender the title of Christ to. it’s yours when and if you want it. I’ll go by whatever title you choose to give me. Let me know, if you want the title it’s yours just claim it. If not I’ll accept the honor on your behalf, always knowing that a disciple is NEVER above his master and when it comes to whether or not Reagan was the anti-Christ, you called it. And you called it well before anyone else on Earth.
Fast forward, as a result of his having been wounded Reagan became in my eyes the anti-Christ. I spent the next ten years proving it to my satisfaction. On July Fourth, Independence Day of 1990, I, Gregory, broke into Reagan’s Belair, California retirement home in order to get publicity for my cause. For that I spent three years in prison and upon coming out I met Howard Sten. I met him as the result of a press release that I sent to Gary Del ‘Abate who was not a part of the show at the time but rather functioned as does any other behind the scenes producer, And by the way Gary, what’s with the turncoat moves, saying that I should live in Newark and questioning why you should subsidize my apartment. I ain’t mad at you. I just wish that you’d publicly mention the timing of my request that Reagan die. I am willing to bet that I won the death pool as although I was in prison on the day he died, I’d sent a letter on the Wednesday before he died, stating that I wouldn’t mind if he died on the sixth of June, 2004 which technically he did. Although it was only one O’clock in the afternoon in Los Angeles on the fifth of July, part of the earth was already well into the sixth of June in the only year to add up to six in all of recorded time. On my first show, a tape of which I have never seen, I read a speech and demonstrated the Dynamic Light Reflectors to everyone and in the end had a debate in a phone booth where I argued with some guy who wanted to kill me.
At any rate that is just a bit of history, the point being that Howard and I go way back, and my listening to him actually caused me to serve a eight months of a year sentence in Los Angeles county jail, I got out the day after Ojay Simpson did after being aquitted of Murdering anyone. And Howard although I think you are pretty cool even if you are a pussy, you are what you eat, Ojay is not guilty and he should sue you for millions of dollars for slandering his name. He was aquitted. End of story and he can not be tried twice for the same crime. Thanks in large part to you and your house negress Robin Quivers the man had to suffer a living hell. Even if he did in fact kill his wife, which fact no one can prove legally he won the only court case that matters and to be tried in your monkey ass court of tickle chairs, ass farters, and other equally moronic shit weighing contests to which every punk ass New York City cop listens was a disgrace to the American system of justice moreso even than if we never get to put George W. Bitch to death because of his self confessed treason. {And before all you self-righteous pigs start to get your pants in a bunch, fuck off, I’ll have every one of you put in prison if you fuck with me. And let me tell you how and why right now. This weekend I went to two different police stations to report a murder, tell me there is no right wing conspiracy. I went to the precinct on 52nd street between 8th and 9th Avenue. I told the seven cops that I counted in the entry room that I did not trust them and would like to report a murder but would do so only if they filmed it. At that point some punk ass spic and I use the term only because you puerto ricans feel so comfortable calling people niggers that I throw some of the poisonous language back at you and see how you like it, any way the spic, the dago, the chink, the kike, and all the woodpeckers in the room all started sweating because as they all listen to you Howard in order to get their daily dose of soft porn because they are all pussy whipped blow hards, they had previously heard of the murder to which I first confessed on your show. Instead of taking the report as they were supposed to by law, ethics and even police rules, instead of taking the report they insisted that I leave. It was at that point that I threatened to kill George W. Bitch for a second time. To which they also did not respond. I guess that one is now free to threaten to kill Bush at will. The punk mother fucker refused to respond to my challenge for a fair fight under whatever states dueling laws as he chose, so for that and for many other reasons I now declare it open season on George W. Bitch.
Which brings me finally to the point of this post. Rush Limbaught not Howard Stern is the king of comedy. I did not figure it out until he had fooled me too. I thought that he sincerely believed the things he said. He does not, he can not and he has admtted so watch this video http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2EU8nDD9vF8 Rush had us all fooled and he is laughing at all of us even as we pull our hairs out wondering what to do with him. Lest one think that i am being sarcastic let me state that I am not. Rush Limpballs, Drug Rush as I affectionately call him, is so good at his act he makes Mick Jagger look like a pussy. Imagine the heights to which he has climbed all the while laughing at all of us. if I did not hate his politics so much I’d even find it funny. This is beyond funny, its ludicrous. Rush Limbaugh is the white Biggy Smalls. Fat and bold and at the top of his game. He played us all. And worse yet, as we steamed in our shorts he was laughing all the way to the ratings bank. I know it sounds like I am simply trying to use reverse psychology on you and at first I was. But then I listened to one of his shows, he does his research meticulously and he knows his stuff I was even scared a couple of times with the logic of some of his ideas, one of them, his stated true feelings on the nature of patriotism, that it shouldn’t be blind, America love it or leave it but based upon acurate accessment of each situation was actually the same as my belief, Then I watched http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2EU8nDD9vF8 for a second time. This time I stepped outside of myself released my typical ultra left wing super serious what if the seas rise six inches mind frame and actually listened to what he said. he said he is an entertainer. He’s said it thousands of times, it was I that took him seriously all the while he was just tryingh to make me mad. And the more he tried the madder I got. It got to the point that I actually took over the forum for the video; Michael Steele surrenders his manhood to Rush Limbaugh by the young turks at YouTube. In violation of every rule of Internet ethics I posted after myself, answered myself. cursed, challenged Rush to debate, debated a stand-in, slandered Jesus – again I ask for forgiveness, and generally made an arse of myself because I took the issues seriously, way too seriously, So what every bank in the world goes bankrupt. When it happens as it must someday nothing will change. A few very wealthy individuals will be significantly poorer, and some moderately wealthy people may end up on unemployment or even welfare with their egos hurt, eating like the rest of us and possibly accepting foodstamps but Franklin Roosevelt America’s hands down best president of all time took care of that. Even if every stock fell in value to one penny which may happen out of some peoples spite not a single person I know would lose a penny. Sure the petty ass people who were significantly poorer would strive at every moment to punish us all because they did not bother to attend the stock holders meetings and vote their interests because they are basically money grubbing pieces of shit. The Capitalist system, and correct me if I am wrong, put plus marks where I am right and take the time to register and vote as to how you think I am doing by giving me a five star rating was meant to be an active system where the stockholders buy votes in their respective companies yet I bet not a single person on earth who holds more than ten stocks can name both the chairman of the board and the president of all ten companies which his stocks represent. We have all forgetten where we came from, why we are here and no one except me knows what to do. Well, now hear this, we need not spend another dime bailing out a single company on earth. if you are a stock holder in any company public company and are not invited by said company to attend the stockholder’s meeting they have broken the law and if you were invited and did not attend you have violated a sacred trust. A trust in the American way, good olde capitalism where if I have 1,000 dollars and can buy a single share of Microsoft I am entitled to present my opiinions at the stockholders meeting and they have no right by law to deny me my say. We have gone soft moreover the spoiled children who inherited trust funds and actually do own stocks, many many stocks, are totally uneducated and were not worried about anything except there petty sexual appetites until the shit hit the fan and the Dow fell under 10,000 which if I recall was not so long ago. (pardon me if I stand on this soapbox for a moment longer) I personally am ashamed of myself for not remembering that a share entitles you to vote until after I had already trashed Howard hear in this very post. But I am glad I remembered and it shall be my new rallying cry).
Now comes the vision climax, and it feels very good, as soon as we start voting our consciences within the ecomomy all will be well again, instantly. The collective concensus is usually correct, witness the ask the audience lifeline in Who wants to be a millionaire. We are already a world of Billionaires. Each and every one of us. I took a miracle like Rush Limbaugh to make me mad enough to figure it out. And for that, all bullshit aside, I thank you Rush Limbaugh.
I am now leaning away from Poe, and have decided you are batshit insane.
TW, Judge not, lest ye be judged. At any rate, let me not cop out. I demand a rematch. Batshit insane woulld mean that I don’t know what I am doing. Or at the very least could not comprehend the consequences of my actions. Insanity. And the Insaniity defense. Your Honor, I plead insanity. Now, get this. You can’t suck my dick. Not that I wouldn’t let you. It is just that I don’t know if you know how to suck cock as Brad Pitt would say, properly. A proppa suck. Not that you could possibly fuck that up. I just might not enjoy it. I know you would, if I let you. I’ve got a pretty piece. And, all things considered and I don’t care if I must say so myself, whether or not anyone else on earth believes me or not, the second best cock on the planet. No, not the second largest, or smallest if you’re worried about the flip flop. Ronald Wilson Reagan was the anti-Christ. I mean the second place finisher in the best of show category. Don’t ask. Don’t Tell. Show me. Yours. And, I’ll show you mine. Suck it bitch oops I forgot I wasn’t gonna let you do that. I must be crazy. I actually thought that I had it together enough to maintain a logical discussion about NOT letting someone suck my dick. I lose. I’m a loser won’t somebody kill me. In fact I want you to do it. How’s this for a mind fuck. And trust me when I say this, and I must emphasize this with a point of priviledge. I say it with every ounce, iota and mustard seed of contempt that I can muster. After I’ve killed George W. Bush, former forty third president of the United States of America, for real. this is not a threat, consider it done. I had digressed this is not about you George W. Bush not Bitch this time because Bubba bought your ass and sold it to me. Crazy??? Batshit Crazy. You better believe it. After I’ve purchased the weapon, Which believe it or not I can do in most states. Actually that is a lie. They don’t sell model aircraft in some states. And to keep it real, this time I’m gonna have to transport the model airplane accross state lines as, if you ever step foot in New York with my knowledge aforethought this is what I think. I think I might have to actually prepare ahead of time, way ahead of time. In fact as I collude with my accomplices we have decided to open up the court room for outside comment. Now and I mean this seriously folks should I pick this one http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i1gW4IdiOVA or this one http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SAnDeh9xNHU&feature=related I can’t decide. The B-52 has such a classic feel to it. On the other hand the Stealth F-117 is so much more and I can’t quite put my finger on it. So much more…. BLACK…… BITCH……. Psycho Bastard. How do you like me now? No, I did not mean to call you a psycho bastard. Don’t get it twisted. Psycho Bastard is an alias of mine. As is “chicken little.” Look up in the sky, its a bird, its a plane. stop right there. Make no mistake about it. it is definately a plane. Not a real plane as real planes go. TO HELL.
You can’t kill me, even if you must and you really should try me for another threat and git this complete a triple double. The second time I’ve threatened to kill you personally, George W. Bush. And the second time I’ve threatened to kill a former president. And finally the second time I will take it to trial. No plea bargain for me. And as for that insanity plea. that was in another box, entirely, trust that.
Not only would it be the second time that I’ve threatened to kill you George W. Bush It behooves me to do so. Consider it done. The worst you can or any court can do as long as I fly my plane from New York State is give me life. More abundantly. Thank you, sweet Jesus for saving my soul.
Hi Greg, if you’re interested in learning more about Christianity you might like a collection of books called “The New Testament”. You can find it in most book shops or get it for free online. In your case I’d recommend highlighting Matthew 5:22.
Your offer to attend to my buttocks is appreciated but I think I’d need to be wooed first. Perhaps a candle-lit meal in a restaurant would be a better idea. 😉
I am not familiar with Matthew 5:22 off hand. But I will be soon… Trust that, but. I am very familiar with Matthew 5:14-18. And you know it. Or, should I say… You will know it probably not as well as I do. but go ahead, Alun. Tell me ASS about ASS. Your ASS is mine. Boy, I’m loving it. Mc Donald’s. Product link. Amazon.com. I am. I am a THE. Web MASTER. BeeeeeeeYO. cha cha cha. Dance Niggers. Dance your motther fucking ASSES Off. The Light of the World has spoken. CUNT. Donna Cornett is a CUNT. Love ya, Donna. And that goes for ALL the members and staff of Fountain House. In perpetuity. Read the fine print at the bottom of this page. “neither, does a man light a candle and hide it under a bushel, but on a candle stand and it giveth light unto all that are in the House.” My House. Has many Mansions. “Let your light so shine, that they may see your Good Works, and glorify your father in heaven. Think not that I have come to detroy the law or the prophets, I have not come to destroy, but fulfil.” (Matthew 5:14-17).
But as you have taken it upon yourself to school me on The New Testament. Let’s start at the very beginning. Of the new testament. Now if you were to go to the very beginning of the new testament where would turn, or better yet, who would you turn to. What disciple? I unlike you know the order of the apostles. No, I did not say the order of the books of the Bible. So if, you think that the order of the apostles is Matthew, Mark, Luke and John. You are wrong. Dead Wrong. Test me??? Do you detect sarcasm. No. You don’t. “In the begginning…” The first shall be last and the last shall be first. THE ORDER OF THE APOSTLES.
Word? Word. Bitch. I don’t do candles. CANDLES KILL. LUTW.org Light up the world. dot. com. Has been working to see to it that this problem ceases as soon as you GET RIGHT WIth Meeeeeeeeeeee. The fact of the matter is this. We have defined our targets for each stream of our organization. We believe that a truly integrated organization should have a shared mission, a bold vision and defined goals to meet the expectations of our ultimate customer, the 2 billion people worldwide without access to electricity.
By developing a dual organizational structure, LUTW will be able to enhance worldwide acceptance of lighting and renewable energy through the professional facilitation of projects and partnerships, while continuing to expand efforts to launch and fund projects for people who cannot afford the technology.
Modern “epidemics†are so strange. These are the only epidemics where you can happily blame the victims, even express contempt for them without anyone thinking that you are morally reprehensible. It seems that we actually eat fewer calories than people did 50 years ago (according to the Office of National Statistics.)
Anecdote. “I come back to my shack and… find that God has stopped coming and come. HallLayFuckingLouYa!!!
In pursuit of its charitable ideals, LUTW has adopted a dual structure;
The Light Up The World Foundation serves as a charitable organization dedicated to helping the world’s poor access appropriate and affordable energy and lighting technologies.
LUTW Inc. is a not for profit business entity dedicated to establishing new markets, develop and market products and consultant services in the growth of renewable energy and SSL lighting world-wide.
LUTW’s bold vision to serve the approximately 2 billion people worldwide without access to adequate lighting is an ongoing objective that requires innovative funding mechanisms beyond donor dollars. The LUTW Foundation is committed to spread these innovative technologies in a socially responsible manner throughout the developing world using the force and reach of the unique marketplace within the base of the economic pyramid. Merchant and micro-credit initiatives make it possible for the poor to obtain products at the same cost of there present monthly lighting fuel bills.
LUTW projects have brought tangible social, environmental and economic gains to communities by enhancing their health and safety, fostering local education, helping to develop an economic infrastructure, and protecting the physical environment by reducing the amount of carbon based fuels used for lighting. Over 100,000 people have been impacted directly by this new and innovative approach to development.
I’ll see your Matthew 5:22 and raise you a Deuteronomy 5:20. Bitch.
“Everybody wants to rule the world.” That was the title of a song by Tears for Fears in the late 1980’s. Until now many have tried all only to fail. As St. Gregory U. Art God I am destined to be the first man to do so. Not through the use of physical violence as has been tried by all others before me but, through the use of the natural processes of the universe. I call the process Strategic Human Interdependence Technology. It uses the principals of modern day physics in order to produce sustainable production of energy through the process of fusion. This process in intended not only to bring a substantial and sustainable amount of energy into the world it is also designed to give me the ability to rule the world through the power of the Masses.
By now we have all heard of the equation E = MC squared. It stands for the concept that energy is equal to the mass of an object times the speed of light to the second power or something like that. The important part of this equation is that one can get energy from mass or matter. This is the principle upon which the atomic bomb was built. The first bomb was made to use fission which split atoms apart and released huge amounts of energy. Later bombs used fusion which smashes atoms together for an even bigger bang. Strategic Human Interdependence Technology brings people together in order to release huge amounts of energy by using simple technology, something which scientists have tried to accomplish using high tech devises, at a cost of billions, only to fail.
There is an oft quoted phrase that goes; “Honey attracts more flies than vinegar.” What attracts more flies than honey? You guessed it, shit. As you can infer from the above this is a piece about shit. That does not mean the same thing as saying that it is a piece of shit as we understand that term in today’s world. Hopefully it will bring new meaning and value to that most misunderstood part of God’s creation; shit. Yes, even God shits. Jesus shat, kings and queens shit, presidents and the Pope shit, priests and preachers shit and so does each and every normal human and animal on the planet. For the most part it is seen as waste and everybody else’s stinks. In humans it is the Lowest Common Denominator. We let it pollute our waters and infect populations with disease when mishandled. Yet, there is much value to be found in this lowly substance if you know where to look and what to look for.
The basic value to be found in human and animal feces is that it can produce methane when put through an anaerobic (meaning without air) digester. Methane is a gas which can be burned like any other natural gas to produce energy. It is clean, efficient, and when produced from feces not only environmentally benign it actually helps clean up the environment. Burning methane in gas turbine engines is one of the most efficient ways to power things such as cars and buses as well as electrical generators. The following is a basic plan on how to build up the economy of virtually any area now in abject poverty.
My Plan to Save the Poor
This plan begins with the people, for any action to be taken will require the cooperation of everyone in a given area. The first pieces of the puzzle that need to be put into place are the collection of the feces from individuals and then getting it to the methane gas production center. Buckminster Fuller has invented a waterless Packaging Toilet that is key to the proper development of this plan. “The toilet automatically and swiftly seals the excrement in plastic bags.” writes J. Baldwin in Bucky Works. “A collection service picks up the bags for use as compost, feedstock for chemical processes, or as a source of fuel in the form of methane gas.” According to Baldwin the idea never took off because infrastructure and marketing are an integral part of the plan which Fuller was not interested in.
I believe that the main problem was not one of design for it is a quite simple plan but rather one of need. People here in the United States and much of Europe have no need at this point to change their sewage systems. The same is not true for much of the rest of the world. That is where this system should be put into place first. Start with the absolute poorest people in the world. Give them toilets and pay them to use them. As I understand it many of these people earn less than $100.00 per year. Even a dime a day would help. Pay by the pound and by a gas quality rating done by some as yet to be invented devise. A device which I imagine even I could design if given enough information.
Since at the present time many of these people would not even have a place to put toilets were someone to give toilets to them, the plan would be to set up public bathrooms using the Packaging Toilet at convenient locations to the poor in the largest cities in the world. My guess is that certainly shit is much more valuable than recycling paper which is a huge industry. This plan could be set up either by national governments, local governments, or private industry. The money is made when the gas is either sold or used instead of other fuel of higher cost. This is particularly true in much of the third world where extremely high imported fuel costs are crippling whole economies. Also in these economies the difference between what would be considered exceptional payment for a piece of shit as well as the labor costs of getting it to the gas production area and the revenue generated from it would be much greater than in a developed economy.
Setting up these public bathrooms would have residual effects. Much of the current waste that goes untreated in these areas would be used to produce methane. A cleaner environment would mean better health and longer lives for the inhabitants of the area. Also it would become public policy to encourage better eating habits which would be helped along by the fact that people would now have more money with which to buy food which is also cheap in these areas. They could buy more food and higher quality food both of which would be good for business.
Each bathroom would have at least one attendant on duty at all times. They would keep the place clean in order to encourage use, and also make payment for the deposited excrement. Naturally, whatever precautions necessary to insure the safety of the attendant in the handling of the money would be made. Perhaps credits could be made to cards or whatever other feasible and appropriate method of payment could be provided. Perhaps it could be arranged to have the crap go directly to an evaluating area for decisions about weight and gas production quality. Also located in each bathroom would be a collection area for excrement from the outside including animal dung which could be brought in to the extent that it is compatible with human feces during the gas production process.
The fact that the Packaging Toilet is neat, clean, sanitary and odor-free would also open the door for private use of the toilets. In the case of private use it would be more a matter of doing something for one’s country than an economic motive that would drive the use of the toilets, although if one were to bring their feces to the collection center they would also be paid the going rate. In the case of private use, the brown gold would be saved until a trip to the collection center became economically feasible. Or it could be the case that the difference between price paid and commercial value would make it worthwhile to set up the collection service proposed by Buckminster Fuller. Again, the figures between price paid and commercial value are subject to manipulation, hopefully to the benefit of all concerned.
In rural areas much of the methane could be used to provide electricity for the benefit of the immediate area where the gas is produced. In areas where there is already some electrical power the gas could be used both to supply additional power and for use as cooking gas in stoves. One of the beauties of methane is that it can be distributed relatively safely in gas canisters of varying size for wide spread use in a given area. One novel approach to getting this whole system set up would be to have a large city invest in the infrastructure of public toilets and production facilities in addition to buses that run on methane gas. They could use the gas to power the buses and credit people who donate the fuel with free rides. This could also be done by a private bus company.
As of this writing I am not sure of the energy values that will be associated with this plan although that I am certain that even I will be amazed once all is said and done. I offer this plan freely to the world in the hope that you will remember me, St. Gregory U. Art God, the Prince formerly known as Gregory Stuart Gordon, in your prayers.
Wow.
The comments on this thread might easily have a higher word count than a year’s standard blogging.
I agree – there is nothing wrong with healthy debate, but when the word count matches war and peace its gone too far. Comments longer than a few paragraphs will not be passed out of the moderation queue.