Metaphysic Storm

Our wilderness loving God fearing first lady has condemned the commies in Myanmar for their hurricane response and their reluctance to take our Dollars. “I was baking cookies and then they fell off the cookie sheet and I called Ban Ki Moon”- Sorce.

New Orleans mayor Ray Nagan (Nagin’s Last Stand - second down on the right) has called the first lady, to let her know, that this is the biggest national disaster this country has ever seen and they better just get their asses over there. He wants these politicians and storms to stop spinnin’. In fact he thinks they should delegate the power that they have to him and he’ll get this god damn thing fixed.

It was later reveled that Ahmadenijad communicated to Buddha that the dollar was a worthless piece of paper. The Buddhists spread the word to the dictatogrunts, during a beating, which finally reached the Secretary of State Peace, Councilman Lt-Gen Thiha Thura Tin Aung Myint Oo, who decided to stick with the Kyat.

Last year while sleeping, I felt something strange in my shorts. With no apprehension I willed my hand to power and inspected my genitals. There didn’t seem to be any problem with my tube meat so I moved onto my gelatinous cul-de-sacs. At that point I realized something was seriously wrong. Typically my sperm bags are pipping full of proletariat (Latin - proles, “offspring”) half men and half women waiting patently for a devine egg, but instead I found only one bourgeoisie bastards to be.

I used my expensive health insurance and went to the testy doctor. He did an touch exam on my private sector and found that indeed capitalists found their way into my vanilla salty balls. Astonished by the news, I hired a PI to determine how this tragedy was accomplished. The first thing the PI wanted was a list of women that I’ve been intimate with. It wasn’t long before he solved the case. I had slept with micro-soft a month before the problem developed. Bill Gates put a worm in me.

The virus causes the sperm to become cannibalistic, with dog eat dog competition, eventually leaving only one super cool sperm floating in the private property of my nut pouch. At first I thought that I needed Karl Marx in by scrotum, to liberate the looser sperms. I asked for his help but he said some fluffy bull shit like, to each according to his need, and asked why I needed so many sperms.

Not trusting my doctor I went to Canada to get a second opinion. After a year long wait, I received a high intensity X-ray which revealed that it wasn’t the capitalists after all. The virus was actually a fascist meme which causes all the little bastards to hook tails and form one super strong sperm head.

The Chinese have plagiarized Bills worm and inoculated all the women as a solution to their population problem. While the United States government has mandated antitrust to be introduced into the water supply to keep the the good fight going. An interesting by product is that the communists, via the help of microscopic fascists, standard of living is rising with the reduced population. Unfortunately for the people of the free world, our sperms are going down the drain.

Vox Day recently wrote a book called The Irrational Atheist. It counters the books written by “The Unholy Trinity” : Richard Dawkins, Sam Harris and Bertrand Russel. I have no intention of reading Vox’s book. All the arguments I’ve heard for religion are so week, I’ve become rather bored with them. To argue against arguments that are week and then to read a book about why the arguments against are week are week, just sounds like an exercise in futility. But I do agree with Vox that The Unholy Trinity make many insubstantial arguments. Why anyone looks to Darwin as a reason not to believe in god puzzles me. The fact of evolution certainly disproves the Adam and Eve story but there are hundreds of “events” in the bible that are impossible. In fact, one doesn’t even need evolution, art, in and of itself does the job. If I made the painting then god did not, if god did not then he didn’t make everything. Dawkins said it best, “There are literally an infinite amount of things that can’t be disproven.” But just because something can’t be disproven is no reason to believe in something.
I think the “Atheist movement” is doing a disservice to the fight against irrationality. In my arguing against faith I’ve noticed that all I seem to do it reinforce other peoples beliefs. If all a person needs to believe in something, is that it’s written in a book, no amount of logic or reasoning will effect that. The only thing I’m left doing is stating the reasons I don’t believe in god, that I try not to be a bad person and where I derive my ethics from. I don’t think it’s any use attempting to persuade them that their beliefs are unjustified. Doing so only starts a witch hunt, an opportunity for the “good work” or a pity party.

I like arguments against god as god is defined. But after I heard Epicuoious’ argument I felt as though I was done writing about god. It just doesn’t get better than, “Is God willing to prevent evil, but not able? Then he is not omnipotent. Is he able, but not willing? Then he is malevolent. Is he both able and willing? Then whence cometh evil? Is he neither able nor willing? Then why call him God?” And that argument has gone unanswered for 2300 years. I was reading a review of TIA by an atheist that credited Vox as having the best counter to the trilemma. Not supprizingly, for Vox is a game programmer, he postulates a cenario where god “Big Chilly” is a programmer and the AI (artificial intelligence) is us.

During the demo, Big Chilly and the three AI-controlled members of his fireteam had successfully taken out both the wide patrol and the guards, and they were just beginning to lay the explosives to blow the door that held the prisoners captive when there was a sudden burst of bright laser fire that caused him to jump in his seat and emit a startled shriek loud enough to make everyone else in the room jump, too. While his AI squadmates shot down the intruder before anyone’s battlesuits took too much damage, what shocked Big Chilly was that for the first time in hundreds of playings, an enemy AI had taken it upon itself to circle around behind the rescue force and attack it from an unexpected direction.

But how could this happen? How could a lowly artificial intelligence surprise a lead programmer who was demonstrably omniscient and omnipotent in the AI’s world? How can the created do what the creator did not will? The answer, when viewed in this context, should be obvious.

Surprise was possible because the programmer was not choosing to exercise either his knowledge or his power at that particular point where real-time intersected game-time. While he could have easily provided that particular character with a scripted path and prevented the character from being able to depart from it, he had already elected not to do so… And finally, while he could have been scanning that particular AI’s “thought” processes and known what it intended to do in the very instant the intention was born, instead he refrained and so learned about its actions through entirely “natural” means.

If it is not difficult to accept that an omniscient and omnipotent programmer can reject omniderigence, why should it be hard to imagine that an all-powerful God might choose to do the same? Even human lovers know that the lover cannot control the beloved, so it should not be difficult to believe that a loving God would permit His creatures to choose freely how they will live. (TIA - Pg. 281)

Vox is arguing more against free will than for god with his usage of AI. AI do not make choices. They follow programs and can not deviate from them. Any true randomness in the Demo came from the choices from Big Chilly and how the algorrythims of the AI respond. Randomness is one of the philisophical area I have the most difficult time understanding. Why the universe’s nature is lumpy, random and chaotic has puzzled me. I think my problem with that though is a natural bias humans have for seeking and maitining order. We think it’s actually possible to achieve perfect order, but most likely, a smooth universe is just like zero, impossible.

His argument for an all powerful all knowing god actually paralles the concept I latched onto throughout my twenties. I thought that if god could do everything, then he would have to be able to experiance surprize, a difficult number for something omnicient. I thought that god created us to live in the back of our minds, that our minds were all versions of god, and that he experianced his universe through us to achieve ignorance and limitation. But that’s really a version of pantheism not theism. I used to think how boring it would be, to be the everything consciousness. Either you wouldn’t be able to brake your own laws or you could brake your laws and therefor there are no laws. Vox changed the definition of god to fit reality; I changed my view of reality to fit definition of god.

An entitiy that is at all time is incapable of making any choice. Choice reqires being locked into the now and someone that is not, can not ellect to do anything. Choice and intent are keystones to being an agent. A god that can not choose is no god at all. A programmer in “real-time” is not omniscient in the “game-time” world, and scanning a mind impies being bound by time. By the very defintion of God, he would be a slave to himself. God could never make a law he could not brake.

On January IX the year of our lord MMVIII, I called the police on myself and had my Walther .CCCLXXX PPK taken from me. I bought the gun at X-VIII Tactical Gear & Supply on the VIII. At that point I had been lacking sleep for about a I.V weeks and started getting the heebee jeebee’s. I’ve been calling the force every month since, trying to get my stainless steel gun back. It seems I want it more now that they’re holding it. Was this whole incident a sign I made to myself? Statistically I’m probally safer with a sling shot.

The dream this morning:

I road my carbon (color black) fiber bike to the evidence/property police room in a relatively undevastated part of the New Orleans. I locked my bike outside to a parked car in the neighboring lot, or did I lock it to a fence? I don’t know, but I did lock it to something stationary. I walked inside the property room and asked them for my gun. They seemed reluctant to give it to me, but because I am not a criminal nor have I been declared crazy, they were forced to give it back.

I looked at my lovely first hand gun. (I had it blessed by an Eastern Orthodox priest the day before (not part of dream)). It was covered in granulated powder residue. It looked like the cops had been having fun with my pistol, rapping it’s virginity, steeling precious bangs from it’s life. I immediately wanted to brake it down and clean it, purify the filth that the officers left on my baby. I took it apart with ease for it was so covered with lube it almost fell into pieces itself. Then I tried to reassemble it. I couldn’t get the slide on, the spring flung away and the barrel was missing. The police looked at me with suspicion . After a few hours they were getting ready to go home and asked me to leave. I finally got the gun assembled and put it in it’s black plastic case.

When I got outside my bike was stolen. I interrogated the neighbors but they had no answers. The feeling of lose was tremendous. My carbon fiber Trek XCVIII (empty-set) (empty-set) has been an extension of myself for the majority of my adult life. And I lost it dealing with the police. Or was It myself?