Archive for December, 2009
Corporations MUST Die!
On December 23, I took my daughter to the airport: she was flying out to spend Xmas with her grand-parents. Of course she had a confirmed ticket but it wasn’t that simple.
“We have to put her on standby.”" Says the ticket agent.
“She has a confirmed seat. Have you over-booked?”
“There are seats for everyone but the plane is under a weight restriction.”
“Then you’ve over-booked the freight.”
“Uh,” the agent thinks of how to dodge this remark, “we’ll try to get everyone on.”
“You WILL get my daughter onto her confirmed flight: even if you have to toss all the freight off. People are more important than luggage – or doesn’t Air Canada think so?”
To make this story short, my daughter got her seat but her baggage had to follow later. It turned out well enough but I suspect that was only because someone stood up to the corporate Grinch. In many other instances, the greed personified in the corporate entities runs over people in hob-nailed boots.
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Your inner being may know more than you do
It doesn’t matter how I write this post, I’ll likely be refuting and/or offending some supposed expert. But honestly, psychology really doesn’t seem to have any clue of how the human minds really work. Note that I pluralized the word minds, because we are each always of at least two separate minds on any mental question. No, I’m not saying that people are all psychotic with multiple personalities. We humans are simply blessed with several aspects of our one true mental self. Allow me to explain.
The physical brain’s mind – Biomedical researchers dissect brains and conduct all manner of study to determine what portion of the brain is responsible for which of the functions of our mental and emotional capabilities. I don’t dispute the findings: the brain is complex and different things are being done mostly in certain areas of the brain organ. But that is only half of the real picture.[Content protected for Chevron members only]
Imagine it strongly enough and this wonderful world will be true
People are finally free. You suppose that you are free now but you’re not. You are considered ‘owned’ by your nation – it does NOT have to be that way. The law treats you as a slave: you must obey it or be punished – that does NOT have to be the case either: there is a better way. [Content protected for Chevron members only]
A public administration ACTUALLY represented the voters. Again you might be under the misconception of your elected representative representing you, but their first obligation is to the party sponsors. And when there is a conflict between your best interest and the party sponsor’s wants, guess who loses out. It does NOT have to be this way. [Content protected for Chevron members only]
The police weren’t grossly over violent. You may erroneously believe that police are more violent due to increasing tension in society but in fact, the police are in a large measure the reason why tension is increasing. Police are overly aggressive towards people because they are tasked with protecting the law and they view the citizens as the enemy – it does NOT have to be this way. [Content protected for Chevron members only]
Greedy corporations weren’t flushing our environment into the sewer and our planetary resources into the landfill sites. Greed merchants and warmongers are party sponsors and as such, they enjoy the primary service from elected officials. They also own the mass media, so you’re never told of the real picture. [Content protected for Chevron members only]
Imagine this wonderful new world. Visualize it as clearly as you can and discuss some wonderful world concepts with me and with with people you know. When enough of us can see the better future in our mind’s eye, then it will come to fabulous fruition.
I’m Getting REALLY Frustrated with your STUPIDITY!
99.99 percent of people are; self-centered and stupid, blind and stupid, greedy and stupid, apathetic and stupid or just plain stupid and stupid. By brain to body mass ratio, the dinosaurs had the equivalent of a walnut rattling around in a human skull: that makes a prehistoric dinosaurs seem as a genius compared to most people living today. Hitting the Earth with a species killing asteroid, like what killed the giant reptiles, is about the kindest thing that God could do. Otherwise, humanity is seemingly doomed to a slow death of being killed off by stupidity.
Do you have even the slightest clue of what I’m talking about?
Almost all of the worst problems our society faces are EASILY solvable! Shall I name a few? How about Terrorism, mass-murder, most crime, drug epidemic, war, police/gang violence and global warming. All of these and far more are caused by the same simple thing! And it could be easily and painlessly fixed. But you are to stupid, self-centered, greedy, and/or apathetic to even try to understand the NEW theory.
Try reading and understanding this: Simple Solution for Society
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Lying Warmonger Accepts Nobel Peace Prize
Shame on the Nobel committee, who obviously gave Barrack Obama the Peace Prized only on the strength of his not being George Bush. Shame on Obama for accepting an award he did not deserve. But this ground has already been covered.
Today Barrack Obama accepted the award in Oslo, Norway. I’ll quote and comment on the following segment of his Speech.
“Make no mistake: Evil does exist in the world. A non-violent movement could not have halted Hitler’s armies. Negotiations cannot convince al-Qaida’s leaders to lay down their arms.”
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“A non-violent movement could not have halted Hitler’s armies.” WRONG! [Content protected for Chevron members only]would have stopped Hitler even before his tanks rolled into Sudetenland.
“Negotiations cannot convince al-Qaida’s leaders to lay down their arms.” This is another bald-faced lie. [Content protected for Chevron members only]
Shame on the Mass Media for one-sided reporting and shame on people for taking lies to heart without questioning the logical validity.
The Attack of the Sock-Puppet Politicians
Political Satire Play by Russell Twyce
Act One – Scene One
Scene opens in a boardroom caucus meeting where all the attendees are in business suits and each has a sock over their head.
Black With one button eye and a toe-hole: Says to a thick warm Argyle: – “That’s a nice Argyle pattern that you have there.”
Argyle: Looks around as if trying to see who said it – “Who is that? I can’t see a damn thing.”
Black with toe-hole: Puts a hand on Argyle’s face to indicate his position: “I’m the elected incumbent for the a riding in Toronto. I can see a bit through my right eye. I don’t know if the hole is from a toe-nail or where a button tore away.”
Argyle: “I was elected in Alberta. My sock is thick, itchy and it smells like someone last wore it a mukluk while in a snowshoe race.”
Black with hole: “My sock reeks of stale foot sweat too but that’s still a small price to pay for the cushy jobs we have.”
Argyle: Looking around in futility to a sound of shuffling: “What is happening?”
Black with hole: “Shush! Our party leader has just arrived for the caucus meeting.”
Leader: Steps up to the podium. He clumsily adjusts the microphone with his hands swaddled in a pair of sock puppets. “I welcome to my loyal party members.”
There is a splattering of applause. Black Toe-Hole is clapping but Argyle isn’t.
Leader: After a moment pause: “For those of you who can’t see the teleprompter, it says applaud now.” He smiles as the assembly cheers and hoots, as if spontaneously. “That’s better and from now on, those of you who have a peep hole must nudge the ones who are totally blind. The socks you are wearing have been carefully selected for you. Party members that have proved their willingness to follow blindly and toe the line will receive the perks of wear holes and periodic laundering.”
Black with toe-hole: Elbows Argyle sharply in the ribs: “Clap and whistle!”
Sound Effect and group action: Thunderous approval.
Leader: Sock wrapped hands in the air: “Thank you! Thank you!”
Cheering slowly dies out.
Leader: “As you’re doubtlessly aware from your mandatory viewing of the party run media, this past year’s electioneering has been costly. Our sponsors had to pay out more money than expected because the sheep voters didn’t follow their instructions to return a majority government the last time out. Another election had to be called before the sponsors had been fully paid back in awards and government contracts.”
Leader’s Right Hand Puppet: Leader operates the mouth of his right hand sock so that it seems to speak: “Where are we going to get new money for the sponsors?”
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Act One, Scene One Ends
[Note - Okay, this probably isn't my best work. LOL! I just had a cool idea for a title and did a tiny bit of work fleshing it out. Maybe I'll think more about the concept and do it up better.]
Tragic Lesson of Socratic Irony
A Short Story in the Dimension Jumper Series – by Russell Twyce
Definition – Socratic Irony – Feigned ignorance that exposes ignorance.
“My proposed bill will enable the police to better handle gang violence.” James Pratt announced from his podium. He then went on to explain some of the new powers the police would have at their disposal, along with the more draconian punishments. At the end of his political speech, he asked for questions.
“You really are a Pratt aren’t you?” A young man took his turn at the microphone set up for public questions.
“What is that supposed to mean?” The politician snarled slightly and he wished for the umpteenth time that his surname wasn’t also a euphemism for ‘rump’.
“I mean you’re not even the representative of an inner city riding.” The dissenter elaborated without touching on earlier questions. “What’s your special connection with gang violence? Or is this new legislation just to feather your political cap?”
“It is needed legislation.”
“Your bill will just tighten the screws on the pressure cooker and turn up the gas. That just makes the spigots explode more violently when they fail – on either side.”
“Your attitude is not adding value to this forum.” Pratt shot back. He nodded over at his security people to urge them into the action of taking the microphone away.
“A youth in an urban setting cannot walk 2 blocks without at least one shake down from the police. Consequently, many young city kids feel the need to join a gang, just for some protection from police. Your proposed bill will work counter-productively to the stated goal. It will just increase gang enrollment and escalate gang violence.”
“I’m sorry you had to listen to that nut-case.” James Pratt resumed after the calm interloper had been physically escorted away. He fielded a few more bland queries and then ended this public appearance.
“He disappeared!” The head of Pratt’s security team exclaimed to his charge. “As soon as we left the hall, he vanished. It was as if by magic.”
“Wake up and be a Pratt!” The vanishing interloper was seated on the foot of the politician’s bed.
“What the hell?” James blinked with surprise, startled from a sound sleep. “What have you done with my wife?”
“Your pretty spouse’s Pratt is right here.” The young intruder put his hand on a blanket lump, as if he were gently patting a woman’s shapely butt. The sheets looked like they were made of Plaster of Paris spread over a now absent female model. “You can’t see her because I’ve shifted you into an adjacent dimension.”
“I’m reporting this home invasion!” Pratt reached for the cell phone that was in a charger on his nightstand, but he couldn’t pick it up: it was as if the phone were welded solidly in place.
“You won’t be able to turn your doorknob either.” The dimension hiker warned. “And even if it’s not latched, the hinges wouldn’t move for you. You can only see the material things in your previous dimension, but you exert no force there anymore.”
“Shift me back!” Pratt ordered impotently.
“I will at the appropriate time. That will be when you actually understand the impact of you self-serving bill.”
Pratt the politician launched into a raving frenzy. He yelled and lurched over to his dresser, where he kept a gun. But the drawer wouldn’t budge. The deranged man then physically attacked the smiling unwanted guest. It was like trying to pummel a life-sized granite statue.
“Are you now ready to conduct our unfinished business?” The unperturbed burglar said as he picked up a set of trousers from the back of a chair. “Get dressed.” He offered the clothes.
“I wore those yesterday.” The politician protested.
“And you’ll use them again now or you’ll come with me in only your boxer shorts.”
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Short Social Commentary Fiction
The Mad Trapper’s Ghost is also on Scribd.
Some people might be disturbed by this story – so be warned. Others might see what I’m really trying to say. ‘Humanity has a bright future ahead that we can find only after we look critically and honestly at our past and present mistakes.’
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The Mad Trapper’s Ghost – Part One
By Russell Twyce
The snow blew in small white tornados that buffeted his stalled car. The outside temperature was not so low that he would in immanent danger of freezing to death, but his job prospects in this devastated economy were now an icicle that wouldn’t soon melt. The very last of his money had gone into his gas tank to drive him out to the work site – that was wasted cash now.
“Why me?’ Donald asked the blizzard. “What have I ever done wrong?”
None of his actions had merited the hard times he had descended into. The global economic situation dictated and the population suffered accordingly.
“Now what?” He observed the small drifts already starting to build up on his car. If the snow kept up as it was now, the whole vehicle might be buried in a few hours.
“Now,” a voice spoke from the passenger seat, “we can go to my place.”
“What the hell!” Donald swiveled to his right in shock, and his astonishment then magnified exponentially at the sight of a fur-clad man seated suddenly beside him.
“I’ve been to Hell quite a few times,” the solid-seeming ghost said matter-of-factly, “and I don’t find it nearly as bad as some folks make purgatory out to be. But this is one Hell of a winter storm out here. So why don’t we relocate to my cabin?”
“Will I find my car again?”
“What does it matter even if a truck hits it under a pile of snow?” The trapper said as he exited the car.
“The motor is as dead as you will be if you continue to sit in it.”
“Who are you?” The stranded and unemployed motorist asked as he trudged along in the ethereal woodsman’s footsteps.
“I suppose that you could call me Albert Johnson.” The mad trapper offered over his shoulder, and the words seemed to swirl the snow with a chill wind from Hell. “I’ve had a number of names over the many years.”
‘Albert Johnson?’ Donald wracked his brain for how he knew that name. It was familiar but the mental snows of time and events had drifted over the snippet.
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The small log cabin was snug and well chinked against the raging blizzard outside.
After brushing the snow from his clothing, Albert had busied himself in fixing two mugs of steaming cocoa. The confused guest had stripped off his outer clothes and taken a seat next to the hearth.
“The only ‘Albert Johnson’ I knew of,” Donald said after his first sip of the soothing beverage, “was also known as the ‘Mad Trapper of Rat River’. He killed one RCMP officer in the high Canadian Arctic, wounded another policeman and then was shot after leading the cops and trackers on an exciting manhunt. But that was way back in the 1930’s.”
“It was 1931.”
“If that was you,” Donald said in mocking disbelief, ‘then you were shot 9 times and your grave is in Aklavic in the Canadian Northwest Territory.”
“That was neither the first time I was dead, nor the last.” The unusual trapper lifted his shirt to point at several bullet scars. “This one finally finished Albert Johnson.” He appeared to be of about 30 years old: that was about the age of his bemused guest. “I was born in 1330 and my name was Nicholas Flamel.”
“You were purported to have discovered the Philosopher’s Stone.”
“Apparently,” the man smiled ironically, “those rumors are accurate.”
“You don’t sound like you’re French.”
“An accent tends to fade after a couple of hundred years.” The one time scrivener and alchemist joked.
“But we’re not here to recount my life or rather, my many lives. I’m with you to discuss your fate.”
“What do you know about me?” Donald asked.
“I know enough to have prepared this cabin well in advance of your becoming stuck in a stalled vehicle here. I’m aware of both your current situation and the straights that brought you to this life juncture.”
“How could you possibly have known that my car would break down just there?”
“The philosopher’s stone grants me the ability to peruse the Akashic Records. Those unearthly books contain the history of the world as seen through the eyes of those who witnessed and participated in the actual events.”
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“Why me?” Donald repeated the question he had asked himself in his car. “I’m just a simple nobody.”
“Nobody is a nobody. What you are is a victim. The movers and shakers have rolled over your life’s prospects with utter disregard for you – or for anything but their own enrichment. According to the Akashic Records, your existence could have ended right there on your lonely road, in the middle of nowhere.”
“Until you intervened. Now I have a second chance.”
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A Golden Free Future Awaits – After You Wake Up!
People have called me everything from an anarchist to the anti-Christ. I don’t care if my position is not understood yet, I’ll continue to state it as loudly and clearly as I’m able to. I have every right to hold the opinions that I strongly do.
The Authority has NO Authority to be the Authority!
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Referencing this news story – Torture Memo Trips Up Tories
Frankly, why is Canada involved in the Afghanistan crimes at all? It makes me ashamed to be a Canadian. George Bush, the stupidest and most warmongering of all US presidents, illegally invaded a nation and needed his troops freed up to illegally invade another country. So Canada and other NATO member countries were pressured into taking over there.
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Control your OWN Financial Future!
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I just thought of something that I should insert here. As a general rule of thumb, whoever the Americans pick to rule a nation is invariably the wrong one to back. American administrations have about a 100% BAD decision history of installed puppet governments. These include; the Shah of Iran and his torturous SAVAK, Saddam Hussain, Pol Pot and the Khmer Rouge in Cambodia. And the list goes on and on from there.
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