Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Postcards from Podsville #29.8.


On philosophy.





"Reason obeys itself; and ignorance submits to
whatever is dictated to it."
- Thomas Paine.

“Regarding the Boy Scouts, I'm very suspicious of any organization that has a handbook”.
-George Carlin.

"At 1,368 pages, if any book could be used to knock someone flat, it'd be Atlas Shrugged".
-Me.


Ayep, at the end of that Ayn Rand rant, I said I was done with philosophies.
Well, I dunno about that, philosophy is such an all-encompassing topic, and it truly fascinates me, and guides my humor/creativity, but...I'm done, I think, with ideology.
Codified institutionalized ideology, anyway.

I've concluded, after much making my brain bleed these past 6-7 years, that ultimately, people mostly believe things simply because they want to, and that's that.

This is totally the case with religion.

The whole faith deal revolves around believing in the face of staggering amounts of evidence.

And I think I've done a fairly passable job at presenting that evidence.
And ultimately, I know it's not going to impress any believer.

But, though I enjoyed debating on the RD.net forums about this stuff, and testing my skills, after awhile, the same bullshit started repeating, and I got sick of repeating myself in return, especially at the very nasty underhanded attack arguments, so, I constructed the uber-linked argument-webs like "Dicky-pedia", to have push-button access to the refutations of the most tiresome, and tirelessly reiterated bullshit.

But, after that, I was fried.

I gained the insight, that most people would rather convince themselves that their chosen beliefs are right, rather than have right beliefs.

That's ultimately why we have partisan politics.

Both of these parties can be historically and empirically demonstrated to have taken turns falling completely on their asses, and having made a total mess of things in the process of doing so.
...and yet we continue to have a 2 party system.
*Shrugs, sighs*

And going back to that "science is a faith!", bullshit, well, yes and no.

A certain level of belief is involved.

That the world around us, is describable, and understandable.

But, guess what?
The scientific methods works.
It keeps producing evidence.
It keeps producing technologies that work based on that evidence.
Doesn't take much "faith", to believe in an evidence based world.

Hell, whether religionists want to acknowledge it or not, they believe in an evidence based world.

Every time they boot their computer, every time they get into their car, every time they fire up their MP3 players, and cellphones, every time they check the weather report, every time they take their prescriptions, every time they even simply rely on their senses to do all of the above.

So, empiricism has up on faith-based systems, the natural world, and the evidence-based technology of modern society.

It's one one-up, but it's a big one.

Now, where the religionist love to conflate, is where it progresses for some people into the belief that the whole universe is describable, and that technology ultimately leads to a better and more just world.

Well, yeah, it takes a bit more raw belief to believe that, and I admit I'd like to believe it, but ultimately, I don't know.

And whether you're a pragmatist, or a dreamer, good science admits it doesn't know.
That's why it searches in the first place.

I've struggled with, and continue to do so, on how people can have hope, in the face of the staggering amount of shit up against us.

I tried and tried to find an evidence and/or logic based way towards this, and it will not come.

I mean, sure, in my hope rant, I gave good historical evidence for hope, but ultimately, it's just something you want.

Lincoln was right "people are as happy or un-happy as they make up their minds to be".

But, realizing that set me free.

There's no evidence based trail for being right-leaning, left-leaning, this attitude, that attitude, if it's outside of hard empirical fact, it's all up to you.

Ayn Rand was a selfish alienating cunt, because she wanted to be a selfish alienating cunt.
That simple.
She wrote 1,368 pages to justify it, and that should tell you something.

Authoritarian people are authoritarian because they're control freaks.
That simple.
S'why I don't like 'em.

It's my experience, that no one really gets "argued over", to something.
Not if it's fundamentally against their core personality.
If someone tries to "argue you over", to torturing someone, and you let them, you're either a sadist, or a sheep.
If their arguments are really an excellent line of bullshit, and you just don't want to torture, your mind will find a way out of it.

Water finds it's level, and people gravitate to what they're wired for.

And, that's led me to the micro-philosophy of the 4 I's.
That's who I've always been, that's who I want to be, I'm tired of having regrets, I'm tired of trying to fit into society's molds, I've been a flop at it, if I really wanted to be some yuppie or plumber, I would have done it by now.
I haven't, I must not have wanted to.
So, why not be the real me to the hilt?

Fuck it.

S'why I started the war on bullshit.
These fucking neo-cons are nasty little imperialist criminal shits, because they want to be nasty imperialist criminal shits.
That they're "philosophers", is a bunch of bullshit.
It's justifying obscurantism.
That's their real skill.

That's what all "political philosophy", really is.

People justifying themselves.

Framing the debate.

So, I guess it's necessary from that angle.
People dismantling each other's bullshit, and seeing what ideas really hold up.

That's what the discourse really is, or ought to be.

It turned into a cynical game complete with cheating a long time ago.
At least in Washington.
And the partisan press.

But that just adds to the pile of "why? Why do you people live, how do you live, knowing it's this bad?".

I don't know.
I don't know why people keep going.

I really don't.
Stubbornness I guess.

Me, a lot of days, I'm just alive because I'm afraid to kill myself.

This is probably something I share with the walking dead.

I can't imagine them being too thrilled with their existence.

Whelp, that's why I started Podsville, and it's the culmination of all my previous rambling, and ruminating, but especially my trips last summer.

I don't want to have anything in common with the walking dead, I want to be alive because I wish to be, in a positive sense, not a negative one of being forced to be by biological impulse.

I want to be the guy represented by the crest, and I lean left because I want to, because I want to believe we can make progress as a species, because the alternative repulses me, and offers me absolutely nothing to make me happy.

That's it, really.

I can't frame it any better than that.

I don't think it should be framed better than that.

If Ayn Rand had just said "this is who I am, deal with it, or go fuck yourself!", I would've had way less of a problem.

But no, she wanted world economies run her way.

No thanks.
Didn't work so good.
And if Alan Greenspan wasn't a proper Randroid, who the fuck was?
Was anybody?

That's another trouble with codified political ideology, despite the codifying, everyone has their own mutated strain.
You see this in religion too.

The only ideology that can get everyone to agree is totalitarian shit.
And like I said in the individuality rant, I'm not into ant behavior.

And I admit I'm plain just not into it.
Some people seem to be dippy about it, or it wouldn't exist.

Science is objective, politics largely isn't.
Unless it can be shown with evidence when some fucker is lying.
Which is often.

And looping back to another old rant, this is what sickened me about "the irrational atheist".
Not what the fucker believed, which did make me grimace, but how shamelessly he was willing to lie to sell it.
Fine, believe progress is hopeless, fine, believe progress equals "progressive", equals "communist", equals Stalin, equals death and doom, fine, believe all belief reduces down to bullshit, and what separates beliefs is "utility", in making people happy, and that fairy tales "motivate", better, fine, believe all that evil garbage.

Hell, even believe that rationality is irrational because humans are fundamentally irrational, so it's hopeless to believe anyone can be rational.

But, ultimately, all that belief reduces down to what he wants to believe it.
He's a cynical motherfucker, because he wants to be a cynical motherfucker.

And cynical motherfuckers don't get to sell optimism with the next breath.
Even fairy-tale based optimism.
And especially bloody barbaric fairy tales that aren't at all optimistic about the human condition.

But, all that would just make him a hypocrite, which he is, and it would also make him an amoral fuck of the first water along with Leo Strauss.

What makes him a bald-faced fucking liar, is the chain that leads progress bad = atheists are commies = all belief is a murk of illusion = unless they give you hope = religion does this = THEREFORE IT"S REAL!!

Um, no, buddy.
Sorry.
But, that you're willing to lie so boldly shows that you are a Straussian.
And Straussians aren't libertarians by any stretch of the imagination, so there's another lie.

Like I said above, the political game has gotten pretty cynical.

Fat lot of good philosophy did to help with that.

But, was it ever supposed to?

Well, it laid out the formal fallacies, so, on some level, yeah.

But otherwise...people bought that awful book because they already believed in it.
It didn't persuade anyone.

Fodder for cynical hopeless people.

Is that what keeps them going in the face of it?
Hate?
Sad.

I hope that's not most people.

But, I admitted further up, hope is just something I want, isn't it?

Well, fuck it.
Like the 4 I's, fuck it.

That's my philosophy right up front, and I ain't gonna lie to ya.

As I just tirelessly laid out, you ain't gonna get a better deal than that many other places.

If some blog has a better deal than that, go there.

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Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Postcards from Podsville #29.75

Well, having dispensed with the "movement", stuff, let's go back to the 4 I's.

Maybe it's not a movement we need, maybe it's a symbol.

There ya go.
A coat of arms, with your 4 I's represented.
Going clockwise from one o'clock, individuality, insolence, insouciance, and insubordination.

Let's see some pledging allegiance to that baby.

It would ideally be the pledge we all really said at school.
Especially once teacher left the room.

"I pledge allegiance..to a-ruh, a wuh ruh ruh a-ruh wuwaruh....*tapers off, stops, sits down*.

And then, the dirty jokes, and fiddling with contraband.

There's something we can all get behind.
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Postcards from Podsville #19.5

The latest on the myth-cult-rapist story.

The Vatican has leaped into action!!!

Link.

....against Nuns...for being....feminists...

Okay then, so they AREN'T powerless in the face of rape, or tied up in bureaucracy, or whatever bullshit excuse, they CAN do things.
Just bullshit things.

So, there you go, "feminism", and "activism", bad, rape good.

They're evil.
As evil as they are stupid.
Next fucking case.

Sing it with me folks....

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Postcards from Podsville #29.5

Straining out a movement.

Now, let's take the 9 snarks, and 12 suggestions, and make it a groundswell of grassroots grassrootery.

First, I gotta get me a show on cable news.

Well, that takes some doing.

I gotta get on talk radio, and rant like a loony for a bit until stupid people take notice.

It's a big accomplishment, see.

Then, like being knighted, I EARN a TV show.

From all that "hard work".

Then, once on TV, I make it a movement by calling it a movement.

And I direct everyone back here to Shmegalamonga, so they can read the 9 snarks, and 12 suggestions.

Then, I get some of these outraged fanboys to wave placards at Washington D.C.

Then my network covers them.

Attracting more of them.

To cover, to draw more in, and so on.

And I get my network to sponsor all this shit.

The movement will be crowning.

Then, the stirring of terror.

Gotta have terror, or what point is there in living?

Little bit here, little bit there.
At first...

Tell people the world is coming to an end unless they "do something".

Wink, wink, nudge, nudge.

Kill 'em!! But don't really "kill 'em", just sorta, y'know, "make 'em uncomfortable", with like a brick through a window, but..not really a "brick through a window", but maybe a plate of cookies and text hug, ...and by "plate of cookies and a text hug", I mean a brick through a window, and by "make 'em uncomfortable", I mean commit first degree murder.

Y'know, crazy batshit rhetoric like that.

See how many stunted mongoloids say "well...yeah, what's the problem with that?".

Get enough of 'em, then you've got a "debate".

Except only one side in the room gets to talk, because they've got the "cookies".

Oh, and while you're re-enacting Kristallnacht, call the other side "Nazis", that bit of irony is always so cute and clever.

So, yeah, once we have this movement sliding out of our ass, and people are living in fear, and popping Prilosecs, and trying to control the shaking in their hands, and having nightmares, we get to what it's really all about.

Money.

Yes, fear, horror, death, destruction....for money.

Fuck people's happiness and safety, the "cause", needs money.

And by "the cause", I mean me.

And if people die, so much the better.

Oh, what a wonderful thing, to make the world an even more horrible place than it already is in the name of ego.

It's the American way.

I mean, it must be.

Look at who America has amongst its heroes.

Why, they're "good Americans", and I certainly want to be a good American!

If not, I won't be able to play in the Reindeer games!

Can't have that. They might call me things like "loser", and that would hurt my feelings.

So, yes, better to get people killed, and have them live in fear of being killed for some gold investment firm money.

And if the movement really starts razing the countryside, why, it might even become a religion!

Then we're into the BIG killing/money!

But...if it gets TOO big, then I gotta hire bodyguards, and bodyguards from the bodyguards, and food tasters, and then you've got employees, and then it all becomes a business, and then you're not even having fun anymore.

Ya don't even get to watch people die on TV, or go down to the dungeons to cum to some torture anymore.

Tch, life gets so complicated so fast....

Fuck it, just follow the 12 suggestions, especially the last 3.

Especially anyone who resembles this rant.

Nah, can't be any of them people.
History is so clean, this must be all in my fevered imagination.
Silly willy nilly ol' Dickynoo.

Think I'll follow the 12 suggestions myself.

Course, if I'd listened to the 9 snarks, I wouldn't have had to.

But, they're worth doing anyway.

That's the beauty of the 9 snarks, and 12 suggestions.

It's a self-correcting system.

Like the colon.
And the toilet.
Which are where movements need to stay.

Sorry pods, close your holes, no fertilizer today.

The movement has passed.

*Flusshhhh*


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Monday, May 3, 2010

Postcards from Podsville #29.

Okay, now, let's take those 4 I's and apply them to that ugly little 9/12 list.

The 9 snarks.

1. America is an idea. People who fuck with that idea, can fuck off, no matter what strata they occupy.


2. Appeals for superstitious supernaturalism as a test for patriotic purity fail out of the gate.

No religious test clause, motherfuckers.


3. Real honesty oftentimes ain't pretty, if you're hiding behind euphemisms, and euphemistic language, you ain't really striving too hard for honesty.
Likewise, if you're trying to hobble language with censorship.
You want honestly?
Shit or get off the pot.
Got no time for stupid bullshit.


4. The world can be a brutal ugly fucking place, and love, a precious dwindling commodity.
Only a savage self-centered swine would make the seeking of love harder than it already is.

Sometimes, the biological family is a toxic place (just watch fucking Dr. Phil), sometimes, people make their own definition of "family", sometimes "family", can simply be a group of friends.

Idiot euphemisms like "traditionalism", and spooky buzzwords like "sacred", don't help in that quest for happiness, if anything, they hinder it.
Fuck off with that shit.


5. As things currently stand, our system of "justice", is a heartless machine for protecting business criminals, and corrupt politicians from street criminals.
That's about it.
Sometimes, real justice occurs, but only by people of good conscience arm wrestling the system to within an inch of their fucking lives.
Meaningless slogans like "justice is blind, and no one is above it", aren't of any practical help.

If such slogans are all you have, take your dopey smirky ideology (see #6), and ram it up your fuckin' ass.


6. You're told you have "the right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness", but repulsive assholes will come along, and fuck with you in every way imaginable.
And the game is rigged in their favor (see #5).
"...there's no guarantee of outcome", is a quaint euphemism for this state of affairs, and nullifies "justice is blind".
Both of these cancel out, and all you've really got is "good luck!".
That's no help.
Help is help.
Help, or leave people the fuck alone.


7. Death and taxes, motherfucker.


8. Opinions are like assholes, everyone's got one, and they all stink.
How's that for a slogan, eh?


9. The government works for about 12 corporations, and a few other special interests.
You get the table scraps.
After they've been peed on.
If you want tastier cuts, fucking help out, or go away (see #6)

The 12 suggestions.

Eat.

Drink.

Shit.

Piss.

Work.

Fuck.

Cum.

Sleep.

Fart.

Leave me alone.

Go fuck yourself.

Seriously.
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Sunday, May 2, 2010

Postcards from Podsville #28.

Now, for our fourth "I", word.





Individuality.

Kind of a no-brainer, and it ties into the other three easily enough, but it constantly surprises me, how hard this can be to come by in "the land of the free".

I covered fairly well in this rant, on how many businesses and institutions are out to brainwash you.
Profit isn't enough for these fucking people, they want to have your brain in their collection too.

What's up with that?
Well, I've struggled with it for some years now, and I've gotten some leads.

My Wal-Mart manager told me that that "Wal-Mart cheer", shit was inspired by the Japanese.
They've even got corporate anthems.
Sam Walton took a trip over there, and saw that, and was impressed.

Ever since, I've been chilled by people being "impressed", by certain things.

Look, America ain't Japan, and vice-versa.

Different cultures.
They had centuries of feudal bullshit, and emperors, and y'know, all that, and it's been embedded into their psyches.
Not something you want to import over here unless you're some kind of cult-y little fascist.

And Japan has changed, even since just the 80's.
The Japanese are getting sick of that shit.
With the new generation, they've got their version of, and fair share of, misanthropic non-conformists like me.

Everyone gets sick of it.
Humans are humans.

I'm heartened by stories like that.
I love seeing these awful ideas fail, and the real human spirit bubble up from the muck.

Heck, you're even starting to see little cracks form in China.

But yeah, y'know, that awful brainwashing corporate mind.
That isn't even real capitalism.
Bears little to no resemblance to Adam Smith.

It's this foreign import, and these same fucking people will call this drone-factory bullshit "the American way".
Bull-fucking-shit.
Lying assholes.
Lying creepy assholes.

Y'know what impressed old Uncle Sammy Walton about the 70's/80's Japanese?
Efficiency.

Oh, boy, it should always also chill your blood when some big-wig is "impressed", by fucking "efficiency".

All one has to call to mind, is the Orwellian term "efficiency expert", for company head-lopper.

I'll admit up front, I'm an okay employee, but one thing I ain't, is robotically efficient.

You can have it done really, really well, or really, really fast, but you are NOT going to get both out of me no matter how hard you scream.

Future employers, you can't handle that, then as one, reject me, and we can have done with the farce of these interviews.

But you know who's efficient?

Ants.

Americans aren't made to be ants, look up the writings of the founders, and how your average slob from those times behaved, and lived, I mean really look at the real history, not filtered through some poisonous propaganda outlet.

Nah, this ant shit is relatively new on the scene.

Y'know who took to it like gangbusters?

Germans.

Oh, yeah, old Lucky Lindy was "impressed", by German "efficiency".
"Stay outta politics, Lindy", was the laughing consensus.
If only we'd kept laughing.
If only someone had blasted Adolph in his ugly mug with a tomato or two.

Y'know what else was meant to be a model of efficiency?

The fast food industry.

Wonder if Ray Crock served time in Germany, and was impressed by the efficiency...

Well, we know he was pals with Walt Disney, and we know he was a Jew Hater, and idol to Hitler.

That's weird too, Disney made anti-Nazi propaganda reels.

Wonder how that all worked.
Well, it's a buck, ain't it?
And patriotic brownie points.

Hee hee, Simpsons zinged the son of a bitch way back with their "Itchy and Scratchy land", episode.
Something about the creator making "a controversial film entitled 'Nazi supermen are our superiors'".
This stuff is known, it's not out in tinfoil land.

Know who else Hitler liked?
Henry Ford.
Allegedly old Adolph had a picture of him up in his office.

Henry Ford, raging Jew-hater, published "the protocols of the elders of Zion", under the title "the international Jew".
Y'know, some light reading for Eric Cartman.

Ford, also big on efficiency.

The automobile assembly line was the model for Ray Crock's re-invention of McDonalds.

See a pattern forming?

Imperial Japan, Nazi ally...

It's all this same shit.

All this boot clomping robot hellhole dystopia.

But look at these countries now.
Germany is pretty well anti-Nazi, Japan has done a 180, you see the light-side taking hold more and more.

But...the fasc-oids don't give up.
They keep popping up like whack-a-mole.

Frustrating.
And creepy.

It even goes farther back than Nazis, it goes back to the Prussian army, back to Spartans, and Huns, it's this creeping thing in human nature, this whole violent marching militaristic ant thing.

Not into it.

Never was, but, after my retail experiences, I developed a real sensitive allergy to it.

I want to pass that allergy on, maybe it can help.

Now, maybe, don't be so hair-trigger to quit at the drop of a hat as my "get out of there!", rant, but, keep that rant in your mind for the hair-trigger to smell the bullshit coming before it gets really bad, and have your escape plan ready.

Glenn Beck tries to get you afraid of words, and labels, fuck that, it's behaviors, and it's pretty naked, there's no "conspiracy".

Organizations are pretty clear by their behaviors whether they're anti-individual.

Amuses me how anti-individual the right can be, despite their assurances to the contrary.

You get it from both ends, but again, it's no conspiracy, I mean, sure, these cigar-sucking motherfuckers have their awful little gatherings, and secret handshakes, but to apply it to the real world, they have to play their hand, and they do, and have, and it's so fucking obvious.

Organized religion ain't big on individuality, we know that by now.

Oh, there's another case of a big-wig being "impressed".
Like, how Constantine dug how early Christians died in droves with a smug happy "I'm going to see Jesus!", grin on their faces, and thought "hmm, there's some team spirit, I could use me some of that!".

Yep, religion, not a big fan of free-thought.

The military, they frown on it there.
America's army, another Prussia connection.
Baron Von Steuben, imaginary royalty, seems fitting.

Para-military groups, they copy that shit.
Right down to the scouts.
Ick! *shiver*
Scouting.
They're owned by the Mormons, that's fitting.

I got shuffled off into that shit for 3 years.
Actually made a couple friends, it wasn't so bad.
When you weren't putting up with stupid crap.
Y'know, all the dopey ritual stuff, and meaningless structure, and the occasional but thankfully rare Jesus shit.

Another place I fucked off with Harry cartoons.
Thanks again, Harry.

I took it as a mark of shame for a long time, but now I take it as a mark of pride, that the whole time, I never made it past "new scout", the rank below "tenderfoot".

I look at those Eagle Scouts, and what creepy boot-lickers they were, and I wanted nooo part of that shit.

The experience added to the disillusionment of my work ethic too.

One time, we went on a bottle drive, and my group did fucking awesome.
Mountains of fucking cans.
Hundreds of fucking dollars.
It was exhausting, it was a long day, but I was pumped, I was having a ball, I was so fucking proud....

..and our troup didn't see a fucking dime.
No new equipment, no special trip, no nothing.

Troup leader's son got to go to Australia though.

*Sneer, hiss, grumble*

Yeeaaah you fuckin...mumble grumble...

That hit my insolence button a square bullseye.

Anyway, I finally bailed, and the two guys I liked were sad to see me go.

I always had people sad to see me go, now that I look back.
Geez, guess I was the only one stubbornly standing up, and psychologically sabotaging the machinations of these monsters by my very presence.

Clubs, schools, jobs, boards, it's been a pattern.
It'll no doubt happen again.
I dunno, do I gotta be Hercules?
I'd like everyone to find the magic in them, y'know?
That's part of why I write this shit.

Be yourself, and tell anyone who wants to reprogram you to fuck off.
They lay that line down as a kid, then the rotten stinko world seeks to undo it.

And the forces that are up to that business aren't your friends by any stretch of the imagination.

Not a fucking one.

Oh, and before my espousal of individualism gets twisted into something else, let me just say, being an individual, and wanting underlings, and cronies, don't mix.
Don't let anyone sell you on that shit.

Well, the ones sold on it didn't need selling.
They're already there cracking a whip somewhere.
Or, wearing a stupid hat.

Oh, yeah, hat-man was in the Hitler youth...

See, it's all this same cast of characters, every time.

They're blatant, and naked about it, their herded masses are blatant by their creepiness, and yet we keep going along with it.

"Land of the free"??
I dunno...
Doesn't seem it sometimes.
Doesn't seem it most times.

Seems like, well...Podsville.

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Postcards from Podsville #27.

Well, let's skim the news again...

*Sigh*


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(End credits song to "Dr. Strangelove")

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