The first war protest I ever watched was from the balcony of The Crescent City Brewhouse. I was haveing a great time eating and drinking with my land lord, Ajit Singha Asi. We’re both peace lovin’ fellows but like most people, both of us have the capacity to use violence or threats of violence to manifest our justified will. For me this was most notably done by removing crack-heads from my stoop. Though Ajit is of a much larger stature than I, he is a naturally gentler man, but his background is from the warrior faith Sikhism. The Sikhs are bound at times to grow their hair out, carry a tiny comb, wonder woman bracelets, special underwear and a short dagger. To those of us who are juvenile this may seem humorous, but anyone with sophistication will recognize the garb as a means to achieve ultimate religious coolness. At any rate, it sure beats a Zucchetto Stole Cassock.
Theocrat Theodore Beale recently published a comment about a Sam Leiths article on the recent Buddhist monk protest in the Union of Myanmar. Sam concluded that, “What’s happening in Burma is an object demonstration of courage and faith; and of the enduring power of a gentle, infinitely suffering thing.” Sams conclusion that the monks demonstration was the soul product of faith is unfounded. Sam quoted Patti Smith with the true force behind the protest, “get ‘em like Gandhi; get ‘em with the numbers” That’s not classified information and the reason why every self selecting group always encourages the mass reproduction of the adherents regardless if it’s religion, race or ideology. After all, if it wasn’t for hot Asian sex, the monks wouldn’t last more than one generation. Only those humans who know that earths biggest problem is human population are driven to control their multiples. Unfortunately the answer must be a collective solution, something Team Human hasn’t been able to pull together. Will we be stuck in a catch 22 until every last animal suffers from our population? I hope not. Continue Reading »
Transcript from Birthright Israel promo video - “What’s up I’m Jess. And I’m Zack. Check it out, we’re here in the Holy Land for a 10 day Taglit trip to Birthright Israel, and it’s awesome. Totally. So now we thought we’d explain a little about how it all works. Ok, so here’s how they made it possible for us to experience the Jewish homeland free of charge. Funding for Taglit birthright Israel comes from, the people of Israel through their government, individual Jewish philanthropists and local Jewish communities around the world. In North America that’s your local Jewish Federation. Taglit birthright Israel then acts as an umbrella and hires organizations called trip organizers to take you on the trips. While each of these trip organizers provides unique trips, all of them follow the basic itinerary that Taglit birthright Israel worked hard to design, so that you’ll get the best balance of understanding of Israel. Most trips will visit Jerusalem, Tel Aviv in the north, archaeological digs, memorials and museums. Zack don’t forget the dead sea, ancient roman ruins, hiking in beautiful out door locations like Asada and time spent with Israeli peers. Trips sessions run twice a year, in the summer and the winter. But there are over a dozen trip options each session which is great because you can choose the one that fits you best. After your 10 day trip in Israel you have the option to get involved with Taglit birthright Israel alumni groups. Hey check it out, Taglit is the Hebrew word for discover, birthright certainly made sure we had plenty of that. You know it. Now all of you out there have to join us for the experience of a life time.”
The Palestinians are delusional for fearing Jews and are obviously being indoctrinated with hate in their youth. The Terrorists that fly plans into buildings and kill themselves in buses are cowards and without imagination. The following are clips from a Flash animation found on the Taglit-birthright Israel website: click on “The Gift Explained” graphic of “Israel” or click here for the Jewtube version.
Many people believe that intelligence is an inherited trait. IQ tests aren’t a black and white indication of ones intelligence because intelligence has a wider spectrum of applications than algebra, language and geometry, but it’s our best objective guide to date. After I took my first professional IQ test and scored 125, without any collage education, my parents instantly became proud of me. To them it was obvious that they had a huge part in fostering my above average score. I think my father believes he simply scared the brains into me and that some form of intelligence osmosis occurred from being around his Green Beret circuit friendly endeavors. My mother, on the other hand, mentioned that she believes my grandfather could do large mathematical equations in his head, though the calculations always ended in the hundredth of cent.
I love my parents and they provided many wonderful gatherings and celebrations but I can’t remember them stimulating me intellectually. At best, my dad would play chess with me during the commercials of M.A.S.H. We played a few hundred games and I lost every time. I don’t know how I didn’t get discouraged or why my dad didn’t help me out. Twenty years later my opening game is extremely strong against people who don’t have the openings memorized but my end game is still a child’s play. My mom is a nurse and was pleased to label me a doctor and give me the visible man; what’s cooler than a plastic miniature nude man with removable parts? My guess is that the most beneficial thing they did was to have an extremely dysfunctional relationship which caused me to become “more objective” in my judgments of them and therefore myself. Their relationship also sent me through constant changes, moving back and forth, from school to school, which forced me to adjust to a wide variety of situations, become proficient in making new friends and adapt to new social norms (probably one of the most complicated things in the universe). I laugh to myself when I hear my parents blame me for me switching from parent to parent because “I liked the rules of the other parent better.” The truth is that I felt the need to spend time with both of my parents and my moving conveniently coincided during the times they were going to ship me to military school or rewrite their TOUGHLOVE® contract. The downside of my parents beneficial dysfunctional relationship is that I don’t even have one memory of my mother and father having a conversation. I recently asked them why they don’t talk and they both said, “what do we have in common?” Continue Reading »
I’m a recent addition to the artists on Pirates Alley. I spent a significant amount of time and money at city hall acquiring my permit be a legal art pirate. Unfortunately, I haven’t sold anything from the fence. Therefore the city hasn’t made any tax money from my sales and I’m still in the red.
Late morning I was going to get a sandwich, so I walked over to my friendly fellow artists to ask them to keep an eye on my work for a few minutes. They were sitting in lawn chairs having a deep conversation with Sister, err… Father John. John was having a gay time bad mouthing someone. I didn’t want to intrude so I stood waiting for a break in Johns speech. The artists smiled at me but immediately returned their attention to the priest who marrily ignored my presence. I’m accustomed to the one way conversation of priests, but I find to not even make an eye contact acknowledgment, rather rude. I continued to wait for a good time to break into the diatribe to ask my new friends for their guard eye.
John said, “from the back of the Cathedral we can hear everything they say. It’s just ridiculous. The Haunted History Ghost tour guides make up stories. There were no duels in the court yard in the past. The police barracks used to be right here, along with the prison. And when people die on church ground they don’t go strait to hell. I don’t know, that sounds like a Muslim belief. They just make things up from their imagination.” I couldn’t resist the opportunity to break in and since he had already been rude to me I felt justified. I asked in a robust and animated manner, “Do you see the hypocrisy in what you’re sayin’?” John replied, “They lie about the history of their ghosts!” I said that was exactly what the Church does except the Church presents it as fact, not as an entertainment. John said he wasn’t going to have that conversation. Continue Reading »