Scott Free Crashers

The following is probably going to be in the running for understatement of the year for 2009: If you or I, yes you... Joe Reader; had crashed a State Dinner at the White House, we would currently be tunneling our way under any one of thousands of penal institutions. We would be labeled as the most grave threat to national security since Bin Laden, and then slandered with accusations of swine flu...
Secondly, this maybe a familiar scenario to some of us that have had either run ins with the law or alcohol or both as they tend to go hand in hand. Picture it 2:30am, the morning after Thanksgiving... you, having had your fair share of your drinkie-pooh of choice, your significant other having done the same. Rumors swirling of infidelity and someone storms out... In the process of doing so; one nameless golf pro smashes into a fire hydrant and subsequently a tree, thus ending up on a neighbors lawn... Consequences for us, writer and reader? Let me give you a hint... It starts with a "J" and ends with an "Ail." That's right, the slammer, the clink, and any other cutesy name you can come up with. All that to say, that in 2009 nothing has changed. Money buys justice or at least sways it in the favor of the wealthy.

Graveyard of Empires... The plot thickens?

Dear President Obama,

Do you really want to be the new "war president"? If you go to West Point tomorrow night (Tuesday, 8pm) and announce that you are increasing, rather than withdrawing, the troops in Afghanistan, you are the new war president. Pure and simple. And with that you will do the worst possible thing you could do -- destroy the hopes and dreams so many millions have placed in you. With just one speech tomorrow night you will turn a multitude of young people who were the backbone of your campaign into disillusioned cynics. You will teach them what they've always heard is true -- that all politicians are alike. I simply can't believe you're about to do what they say you are going to do. Please say it isn't so.

It is not your job to do what the generals tell you to do. We are a civilian-run government. WE tell the Joint Chiefs what to do, not the other way around. That's the way General Washington insisted it must be. That's what President Truman told General MacArthur when MacArthur wanted to invade China. "You're fired!," said Truman, and that was that. And you should have fired Gen. McChrystal when he went to the press to preempt you, telling the press what YOU had to do. Let me be blunt: We love our kids in the armed services, but we f*#&in' hate these generals, from Westmoreland in Vietnam to, yes, even Colin Powell for lying to the UN with his made-up drawings of WMD (he has since sought redemption).

So now you feel backed into a corner. 30 years ago this past Thursday (Thanksgiving) the Soviet generals had a cool idea -- "Let's invade Afghanistan!" Well, that turned out to be the final nail in the USSR coffin.

There's a reason they don't call Afghanistan the "Garden State" (though they probably should, seeing how the corrupt President Karzai, whom we back, has his brother in the heroin trade raising poppies). Afghanistan's nickname is the "Graveyard of Empires." If you don't believe it, give the British a call. I'd have you call Genghis Khan but I lost his number. I do have Gorbachev's number though. It's + 41 22 789 1662. I'm sure he could give you an earful about the historic blunder you're about to commit.

With our economic collapse still in full swing and our precious young men and women being sacrificed on the altar of arrogance and greed, the breakdown of this great civilization we call America will head, full throttle, into oblivion if you become the "war president." Empires never think the end is near, until the end is here. Empires think that more evil will force the heathens to toe the line -- and yet it never works. The heathens usually tear them to shreds.

Choose carefully, President Obama. You of all people know that it doesn't have to be this way. You still have a few hours to listen to your heart, and your own clear thinking. You know that nothing good can come from sending more troops halfway around the world to a place neither you nor they understand, to achieve an objective that neither you nor they understand, in a country that does not want us there. You can feel it in your bones.

I know you know that there are LESS than a hundred al-Qaeda left in Afghanistan! A hundred thousand troops trying to crush a hundred guys living in caves? Are you serious? Have you drunk Bush's Kool-Aid? I refuse to believe it.

Your potential decision to expand the war (while saying that you're doing it so you can "end the war") will do more to set your legacy in stone than any of the great things you've said and done in your first year. One more throwing a bone from you to the Republicans and the coalition of the hopeful and the hopeless may be gone -- and this nation will be back in the hands of the haters quicker than you can shout "tea bag!"

Choose carefully, Mr. President. Your corporate backers are going to abandon you as soon as it is clear you are a one-term president and that the nation will be safely back in the hands of the usual idiots who do their bidding. That could be Wednesday morning.

We the people still love you. We the people still have a sliver of hope. But we the people can't take it anymore. We can't take your caving in, over and over, when we elected you by a big, wide margin of millions to get in there and get the job done. What part of "landslide victory" don't you understand?

Don't be deceived into thinking that sending a few more troops into Afghanistan will make a difference, or earn you the respect of the haters. They will not stop until this country is torn asunder and every last dollar is extracted from the poor and soon-to-be poor. You could send a million troops over there and the crazy Right still wouldn't be happy. You would still be the victim of their incessant venom on hate radio and television because no matter what you do, you can't change the one thing about yourself that sends them over the edge.

The haters were not the ones who elected you, and they can't be won over by abandoning the rest of us.

President Obama, it's time to come home. Ask your neighbors in Chicago and the parents of the young men and women doing the fighting and dying if they want more billions and more troops sent to Afghanistan. Do you think they will say, "No, we don't need health care, we don't need jobs, we don't need homes. You go on ahead, Mr. President, and send our wealth and our sons and daughters overseas, 'cause we don't need them, either."

What would Martin Luther King, Jr. do? What would your grandmother do? Not send more poor people to kill other poor people who pose no threat to them, that's what they'd do. Not spend billions and trillions to wage war while American children are sleeping on the streets and standing in bread lines.

All of us that voted and prayed for you and cried the night of your victory have endured an Orwellian hell of eight years of crimes committed in our name: torture, rendition, suspension of the bill of rights, invading nations who had not attacked us, blowing up neighborhoods that Saddam "might" be in (but never was), slaughtering wedding parties in Afghanistan. We watched as hundreds of thousands of Iraqi civilians were slaughtered and tens of thousands of our brave young men and women were killed, maimed, or endured mental anguish -- the full terror of which we scarcely know.

When we elected you we didn't expect miracles. We didn't even expect much change. But we expected some. We thought you would stop the madness. Stop the killing. Stop the insane idea that men with guns can reorganize a nation that doesn't even function as a nation and never, ever has.

Stop, stop, stop! For the sake of the lives of young Americans and Afghan civilians, stop. For the sake of your presidency, hope, and the future of our nation, stop. For God's sake, stop.

Tonight we still have hope.

Tomorrow, we shall see. The ball is in your court. You DON'T have to do this. You can be a profile in courage. You can be your mother's son.

We're counting on you.

Yours,
Michael Moore

The Root of All Evil??

So, I have been reading Atlas Shrugged again and I have reached one of the many thought provoking parts of the book. It is a speech, a speech given by one of the central characters Francisco d' Anconia. Say what you will about the philosophical undertones in this book, and they are a plenty; to me this is just simply a brilliant piece of prose... The following is an excerpt from Atlas Shrugged, by Ayn Rand:

"So you think that money is the root of all evil?" said Francisco d'Anconia. "Have you ever asked what is the root of money? Money is a tool of exchange, which can't exist unless there are goods produced and men able to produce them. Money is the material shape of the principle that men who wish to deal with one another must deal by trade and give value for value. Money is not the tool of the moochers, who claim your product by tears, or of the looters, who take it from you by force. Money is made possible only by the men who produce. Is this what you consider evil?

"When you accept money in payment for your effort, you do so only on the conviction that you will exchange it for the product of the effort of others. It is not the moochers or the looters who give value to money. Not an ocean of tears not all the guns in the world can transform those pieces of paper in your wallet into the bread you will need to survive tomorrow. Those pieces of paper, which should have been gold, are a token of honor--your claim upon the energy of the men who produce. Your wallet is your statement of hope that somewhere in the world around you there are men who will not default on that moral principle which is the root of money, Is this what you consider evil?

"Have you ever looked for the root of production? Take a look at an electric generator and dare tell yourself that it was created by the muscular effort of unthinking brutes. Try to grow a seed of wheat without the knowledge left to you by men who had to discover it for the first time. Try to obtain your food by means of nothing but physical motions--and you'll learn that man's mind is the root of all the goods produced and of all the wealth that has ever existed on earth.

"But you say that money is made by the strong at the expense of the weak? What strength do you mean? It is not the strength of guns or muscles. Wealth is the product of man's capacity to think. Then is money made by the man who invents a motor at the expense of those who did not invent it? Is money made by the intelligent at the expense of the fools? By the able at the expense of the incompetent? By the ambitious at the expense of the lazy? Money is made--before it can be looted or mooched--made by the effort of every honest man, each to the extent of his ability. An honest man is one who knows that he can't consume more than he has produced.'

"To trade by means of money is the code of the men of good will. Money rests on the axiom that every man is the owner of his mind and his effort. Money allows no power to prescribe the value of your effort except the voluntary choice of the man who is willing to trade you his effort in return. Money permits you to obtain for your goods and your labor that which they are worth to the men who buy them, but no more. Money permits no deals except those to mutual benefit by the unforced judgment of the traders. Money demands of you the recognition that men must work for their own benefit, not for their own injury, for their gain, not their loss--the recognition that they are not beasts of burden, born to carry the weight of your misery--that you must offer them values, not wounds--that the common bond among men is not the exchange of suffering, but the exchange of goods. Money demands that you sell, not your weakness to men's stupidity, but your talent to their reason; it demands that you buy, not the shoddiest they offer, but the best that your money can find. And when men live by trade--with reason, not force, as their final arbiter--it is the best product that wins, the best performance, the man of best judgment and highest ability--and the degree of a man's productiveness is the degree of his reward. This is the code of existence whose tool and symbol is money. Is this what you consider evil?

"But money is only a tool. It will take you wherever you wish, but it will not replace you as the driver. It will give you the means for the satisfaction of your desires, but it will not provide you with desires. Money is the scourge of the men who attempt to reverse the law of causality--the men who seek to replace the mind by seizing the products of the mind.

"Money will not purchase happiness for the man who has no concept of what he wants: money will not give him a code of values, if he's evaded the knowledge of what to value, and it will not provide him with a purpose, if he's evaded the choice of what to seek. Money will not buy intelligence for the fool, or admiration for the coward, or respect for the incompetent. The man who attempts to purchase the brains of his superiors to serve him, with his money replacing his judgment, ends up by becoming the victim of his inferiors. The men of intelligence desert him, but the cheats and the frauds come flocking to him, drawn by a law which he has not discovered: that no man may be smaller than his money. Is this the reason why you call it evil?

"Only the man who does not need it, is fit to inherit wealth--the man who would make his own fortune no matter where he started. If an heir is equal to his money, it serves him; if not, it destroys him. But you look on and you cry that money corrupted him. Did it? Or did he corrupt his money? Do not envy a worthless heir; his wealth is not yours and you would have done no better with it. Do not think that it should have been distributed among you; loading the world with fifty parasites instead of one, would not bring back the dead virtue which was the fortune. Money is a living power that dies without its root. Money will not serve the mind that cannot match it. Is this the reason why you call it evil?

"Money is your means of survival. The verdict you pronounce upon the source of your livelihood is the verdict you pronounce upon your life. If the source is corrupt, you have damned your own existence. Did you get your money by fraud? By pandering to men's vices or men's stupidity? By catering to fools, in the hope of getting more than your ability deserves? By lowering your standards? By doing work you despise for purchasers you scorn? If so, then your money will not give you a moment's or a penny's worth of joy. Then all the things you buy will become, not a tribute to you, but a reproach; not an achievement, but a reminder of shame. Then you'll scream that money is evil. Evil, because it would not pinch-hit for your self-respect? Evil, because it would not let you enjoy your depravity? Is this the root of your hatred of money?

"Money will always remain an effect and refuse to replace you as the cause. Money is the product of virtue, but it will not give you virtue and it will not redeem your vices. Money will not give you the unearned, neither in matter nor in spirit. Is this the root of your hatred of money?

"Or did you say it's the love of money that's the root of all evil? To love a thing is to know and love its nature. To love money is to know and love the fact that money is the creation of the best power within you, and your passkey to trade your effort for the effort of the best among men. It's the person who would sell his soul for a nickel, who is loudest in proclaiming his hatred of money--and he has good reason to hate it. The lovers of money are willing to work for it. They know they are able to deserve it.

"Let me give you a tip on a clue to men's characters: the man who damns money has obtained it dishonorably; the man who respects it has earned it.

"Run for your life from any man who tells you that money is evil. That sentence is the leper's bell of an approaching looter. So long as men live together on earth and need means to deal with one another--their only substitute, if they abandon money, is the muzzle of a gun.

"But money demands of you the highest virtues, if you wish to make it or to keep it. Men who have no courage, pride or self-esteem, men who have no moral sense of their right to their money and are not willing to defend it as they defend their life, men who apologize for being rich--will not remain rich for long. They are the natural bait for the swarms of looters that stay under rocks for centuries, but come crawling out at the first smell of a man who begs to be forgiven for the guilt of owning wealth. They will hasten to relieve him of the guilt--and of his life, as he deserves.

"Then you will see the rise of the men of the double standard--the men who live by force, yet count on those who live by trade to create the value of their looted money--the men who are the hitchhikers of virtue. In a moral society, these are the criminals, and the statutes are written to protect you against them. But when a society establishes criminals-by-right and looters-by-law--men who use force to seize the wealth of disarmed victims--then money becomes its creators' avenger. Such looters believe it safe to rob defenseless men, once they've passed a law to disarm them. But their loot becomes the magnet for other looters, who get it from them as they got it. Then the race goes, not to the ablest at production, but to those most ruthless at brutality. When force is the standard, the murderer wins over the pickpocket. And then that society vanishes, in a spread of ruins and slaughter.

"Do you wish to know whether that day is coming? Watch money. Money is the barometer of a society's virtue. When you see that trading is done, not by consent, but by compulsion--when you see that in order to produce, you need to obtain permission from men who produce nothing--when you see that money is flowing to those who deal, not in goods, but in favors--when you see that men get richer by graft and by pull than by work, and your laws don't protect you against them, but protect them against you--when you see corruption being rewarded and honesty becoming a self-sacrifice--you may know that your society is doomed. Money is so noble a medium that is does not compete with guns and it does not make terms with brutality. It will not permit a country to survive as half-property, half-loot.

"Whenever destroyers appear among men, they start by destroying money, for money is men's protection and the base of a moral existence. Destroyers seize gold and leave to its owners a counterfeit pile of paper. This kills all objective standards and delivers men into the arbitrary power of an arbitrary setter of values. Gold was an objective value, an equivalent of wealth produced. Paper is a mortgage on wealth that does not exist, backed by a gun aimed at those who are expected to produce it. Paper is a check drawn by legal looters upon an account which is not theirs: upon the virtue of the victims. Watch for the day when it bounces, marked, 'Account overdrawn.'

"When you have made evil the means of survival, do not expect men to remain good. Do not expect them to stay moral and lose their lives for the purpose of becoming the fodder of the immoral. Do not expect them to produce, when production is punished and looting rewarded. Do not ask, 'Who is destroying the world? You are.

"You stand in the midst of the greatest achievements of the greatest productive civilization and you wonder why it's crumbling around you, while you're damning its life-blood--money. You look upon money as the savages did before you, and you wonder why the jungle is creeping back to the edge of your cities. Throughout men's history, money was always seized by looters of one brand or another, whose names changed, but whose method remained the same: to seize wealth by force and to keep the producers bound, demeaned, defamed, deprived of honor. That phrase about the evil of money, which you mouth with such righteous recklessness, comes from a time when wealth was produced by the labor of slaves--slaves who repeated the motions once discovered by somebody's mind and left unimproved for centuries. So long as production was ruled by force, and wealth was obtained by conquest, there was little to conquer, Yet through all the centuries of stagnation and starvation, men exalted the looters, as aristocrats of the sword, as aristocrats of birth, as aristocrats of the bureau, and despised the producers, as slaves, as traders, as shopkeepers--as industrialists.

"To the glory of mankind, there was, for the first and only time in history, a country of money--and I have no higher, more reverent tribute to pay to America, for this means: a country of reason, justice, freedom, production, achievement. For the first time, man's mind and money were set free, and there were no fortunes-by-conquest, but only fortunes-by-work, and instead of swordsmen and slaves, there appeared the real maker of wealth, the greatest worker, the highest type of human being--the self-made man--the American industrialist.

"If you ask me to name the proudest distinction of Americans, I would choose--because it contains all the others--the fact that they were the people who created the phrase 'to make money.' No other language or nation had ever used these words before; men had always thought of wealth as a static quantity--to be seized, begged, inherited, shared, looted or obtained as a favor. Americans were the first to understand that wealth has to be created. The words 'to make money' hold the essence of human morality.

"Yet these were the words for which Americans were denounced by the rotted cultures of the looters' continents. Now the looters' credo has brought you to regard your proudest achievements as a hallmark of shame, your prosperity as guilt, your greatest men, the industrialists, as blackguards, and your magnificent factories as the product and property of muscular labor, the labor of whip-driven slaves, like the pyramids of Egypt. The rotter who simpers that he sees no difference between the power of the dollar and the power of the whip, ought to learn the difference on his own hide-- as, I think, he will.

"Until and unless you discover that money is the root of all good, you ask for your own destruction. When money ceases to be the tool by which men deal with one another, then men become the tools of men. Blood, whips and guns--or dollars. Take your choice--there is no other--and your time is running out."

The above is an excerpt from Atlas Shrugged, © Copyright, 1957, by Ayn Rand. It is reprinted with permission from the Estate of Ayn Rand.

Survival: It aint just for white people.

Soooooo....today i'm having a baby. Better yet, i'm having a baby in the next hour or two, so I was moved to share with the world about one of my secret obsessions...Survival. Check the connection...now I don't know about you but I don't trust the government, or most people for that matter so when I think about a TEOTWAWKI (the end of the world as we know it) scenario, I know that even the most compassionate person may turn selfish in an instant. How will I protect me and my baby from the ill prepared populous? Preparation and Practice.

To prepare I shifted my mind from, "what might happen" to the "what will eventually happen" mindset. See i'm not crazy or paranoid, I just know that some shit will happen. Maybe not today or tomorrow, but some time in the future I will need to be prepared for anything from a flat tire to nuclear war. So why not stop pretending that i'm invincible and that life is permanent and start acting like the pussy that I am. Yes, I said it, i'm a pussy. Why? Because in the face of a large scale E.L.E. (Extinction Level Event) or other globally threatening event, i'm gonna cry and look for the nearest hole,and so will you. The difference is that I will cry from a safe location stocked with guns and food and you will cry in the rain and hungry. Plus shit has already happened, especially to Black people i.e. Katrina, Tuskeegee experiment, the ghetto, Todd Bridges, all types of shit!!! Not to mention Agent Orange, 3 Mile Island, SARS, AIDS, H1N1, Ebola, Hiroshima, Nagasaki, Anthrax etc. There's all types of shit goin' on everyday all across the world. I like the fact that i'm prepared for small shit too. I keep a first aid kit on me as well as a multi tool at all times. You'd be surprised how they come in handy for you or someone else.

So here's some advice for equipment based upon my kit that I keep in my person and in my car AT ALL TIMES.

1 hiking backpack

2 pairs of pants

6 pairs of socks

1 long sleeve shirt

1 thermal shirt

1 rain outfit

1 winter coat

2 pairs of shorts

1/100 ft. cord of rope (camoflaged)

1/50 ft. 550 lb. test cord

1 leather man multi tool

2 boxes of water proof matches

3 cans of tear gas

1 compass

1 pair of binoculars

100 M80 firecrackers

1 sewing kit

1 fishing kit

1 gas mask w/4 filters

1 biochemical suit (Army BDU's)

1 shovel

1 hand axe

1 GPS monitor

1 headlamp

1 police, fire, marina, air scanner

12 MRE's

1 pack of water purification tablets

1 laser signal

1 striker and steel

1 box of tinder

1 buck knife with full tang

1 copy of drivers license, insurance forms, birth certificate etc.

1 mini pry bar

1/100 ft. of snare wire

1 copy of the S.A.S. survival book

1 9mm pistol w/extra magazine and ammo

1 one man tent

1 first aid kit for 30 people

1 sleeping bag: good for up to -40 degrees

1 fishing kit

1 winter hat

1 baseball cap

12 extra batteries

2 walkie talkies

1 pen

1 pad

1 small roll of duct tape

1/.100, .95 particulate filter mask

That's all that I can remember off the top of my head and i'm still not done building my kit.

When my child is born in 45 minutes or so, I realize that the world that she is entering into is the same world that I take for granted as being reliable, static and often safe. But when she gets here she will soon realize that the world is really just potential energy that manifests whenever and however causes and conditions govern.

The idea is to prepare, prepare, prepare. I often tell people that if right now you went and got a pillow case and put a bar of soap, some canned goods and a flashlight you would be more prepared than most people you know. Don't get caught out there. Get your shit together, if not for you than for your family who deserves to have parents who care enough to plan for impending doom.

If you want some more advice on survival hit me up at infinite_eden@hotmail.com.

Peace,

Ascience

Vlooper - Neon Blaster Venus (Trust Me this is DOPE)

I am so sorry that I couldn't have posted this at the beginning or even in the middle of the summer. However better late than never... Shout to the folks over at Strictlybeats for this one. This might be the illest summertime cool-out joint in a while. I don't know to much about Vlooper, but the music speaks for itself... Sort of a Dillaesque (yes Dillaesque has made it's way into popular or not so popular lexicon, deal with it). Well here it is... just in time for your Labor Day zone out.



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The Fruit Doesn't Fall Far From The Tree...Unless It's On a Hill

“Look at this dude with skin tight jeans on. He looks like he has on Parasuco’s” That is what I was thinking yesterday as I walked through the mall. “Look at this chick with all that make-up on. She looks like MiMi from the Drew Carry show.” That is what I say almost everyday in reference to women. (Learn how to do your make up and what works for you.) I’ll admit it. I am a people watcher. I love to watch people. Watch their gait, their mannerisms, their attitude, their clothing, etc. That is what I do. And in doing so I have come to the conclusion that The Apple Doesn’t Fall Far From The Tree…unless it’s on a hill.

I have been watching people for years now. I have pretty much perfected the craft. I can tell a lot by just observing and watching people. I can tell if they work out, if they are hurt, what their style is, what they ate for breakfast, how they like it, etc. But I think one of the most important and entertaining things to watch is when you see a child and its same sex parent. It is very intriguing.

And thus I have learned, ignorance breeds ignorance, inconsiderateness breeds inconsiderateness, stupidity breeds stupidity, rudeness breeds rudeness and ***holes breed ***holes. Seriously just take a look for yourself. If you are considering dating someone or marrying someone please meet, watch and talk to the same sex parent. You can find out a lot about a person by doing so. Because that adult was and is their role model on how to be a person and adult. If the mom or dad is ignorant so is you friend. If you walk through a mall and see a child, not a toddler or younger, acting up following close behind will be a parent doing the same.

Have you ever been out somewhere and saw a teenage girl dressed inappropriately and thought to yourself or aloud, “What in the world is this child doing and why are they dressed like that?” To only look up and see their mom dragging behind looking like a 40-year-old prostitute. The Apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.

How many times have you been in contact with a rude and thoughtless teenage boy that acts stupid? Then you see their dad and all you can say is “Oh, okay!”

When you have a rude child or an inconsiderate child or just a plain old child that is an ***hole don’t be mad at them. Be mad at the parent because they are that way. If your girlfriend or boyfriend is mean and nasty it is because they are immolating their mean and nasty parent.

My main point is the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree…unless it is on a hill. Meaning the apple will roll further down the hill and get even lower than the tree it has come from. This is an ever lasting routine as long as there is a hill with nothing to stop it. The child will get worse and the generations after will be even worse than that. It is a hopeless cycle.

To continue using my ever so clever and well thought out analogy and metaphor. Think about it as I stretch it just a bit. The tree is not on level ground. So it is trying it’s hardest to stay upright and rooted so it can stay where it is. Gravity or life will make it fall if it isn’t sustaining itself. To sustain itself it must focus on itself very intently. Now, if and when the tree bears fruit or offspring it cannot and will not look after the fallen fruit/offspring thoroughly because it is too busy sustaining itself for self-preservation. Unfortunately, the fruit rolls down the hill to an even lower spot.

You still with me, cool. Let us continue to stretch.

Now if there is an apple farmer/gatherer or just plain concerned person to help the fallen fruit/offspring out a bit and take it to higher or level ground the cycle will not repeat itself. At least for that one offspring and coming offspring. All it takes is one person to lift that offspring/fruit or child to a higher, better place. There is no need to worry about the tree getting upset because it is still busy sustaining itself and not really worried about the offspring.

Now, some smart person might ask, “Why not level the field?” Because you have to bring in tons of extra soil (what is needed to grow something) to level the field and some of the original trees might get buried. The smart person asks again “Well, why not move the tree?” Have you ever tried to move a full-grown tree? It takes special equipment and it is a long drawn out process that takes time. Because the tree’s roots are firmly planted in the ground because it has been trying to sustain itself on the hill for so long. The fruit/offspring is easy to carry/lift to level or higher ground.

The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree…unless it is on a hill. Are you there to catch or help a fallen fruit/offspring? You should and could be. Are you watching a tree on a hill and its fruit roll even lower down the hill? You can do something about it. And most importantly, Are you the tree on the hill trying its hardest to sustain? You can ask for help. People are there to help you and your fallen offspring. It is easy right now for your fallen offspring because they are small and easily shifted. It will be hard for you because as I stated before your roots are firmly deep into the hill to sustain and live. But there are specialists that know how to help you out and can move you too to higher ground.

As a matter of fact Mr. or Ms. Tree you can stop you fruit from rolling down the hill. You have to be strong and spread you roots and bust out of the thing holding you back. But you still need help to get to higher ground.

This was a long and difficult to understand blog but so was my experience. Take it and learn from it. Pass it on. This could be your first step as a fruit cultivator.

What language do you dream in? &%$#@*^!

So here I am again with a quick question or two on obscenity and profanity. What the flying motherfuck is profanity, and what makes it so profane? As a frequent user, I would like some moral and grammatical clarity. Let’s see… Here is the Webster’s definition: pro‧fan‧i‧ty  /prəˈfænɪti, proʊ-/ Pronunciation Key - Pronunciation [pruh-fan-i-tee, proh-]

–Noun, plural -ties for 2.

1.	the quality of being profane; irreverence.

2.	profane conduct or language; a profane act or utterance.

3.	obscenity (defs. 2, 3).

Origin: 1600–10; <>profānitās. See profane, -ity]

—Synonyms 1, 2. blasphemy, sacrilege. 2. Swearing, malediction; curse.

That ladies and gentlemen is the Webster’s definition copied and pasted.Let’s start with number one, the quality of being profane; irreverence. Profane? Excuse me? Are you fucking kidding?! Profane?! I won’t go to Webster’s for this one. Profane is usually defined as anything that is vulgar or contemptuous. Let’s take the word “fuck” for example. How it is that such an expressive and versatile word such as fuck be considered vulgar or contemptuous is beyond me… In modern daily usage, the versatility of the word is such that it can be used as a transitive verb (she fucks him), intransitive verb (she fucks quite often), noun (he is a dumb fuck), adjective (my fucking head hurts), adverb (this remote control won't fucking work), adverb enhancing an adjective (his sister is fucking crazy), interjection (when the fuck did this happen?), or an exclamation (Fuck!). Fuck is also one of the few words in English commonly used as an infix, as in absofuckinglutely, infuckingcredible, and congratufuckulations along with several other expletive infixes. Thanks to “The F Word” second edition; copyright 1995 to help clear that up. Now that we have briefly explored the versatility of the word fuck, should we still consider it vulgar? When some one says the word vulgar, I feel as if I am in a 16^th century church and someone is soon to be flogged for some offense against the pope. Slavery was vulgar, the holocost was vulgar, and police brutality is vulgar. Thus leading me to the second part of the definition; irreverence…

I’m going go out on a limb here and say that, to be irreverent you had to have some reverence or at least knowledge of the concept at some point in time. This may be where the trap is set, so I will be careful… Reverence for who or what? The church, your parents, the government, I think not. As all of these institutions have or will systematically fail, do they still deserve reverence? If so, why do they deserver it? Most people derive their sense of morals from a “higher being.” In the absence of an incorruptible, tangible earthly representative of this “higher being” moral authority, is just given away there is no line, no election, not even a raffle. There is no regulation, no review board; it is simply unchecked, unfettered authority. We have all heard the saying, “absolute power corrupts absolutely.” How many children have to be abused, how many unnecessary wars have to be fought before this “authority” is challenged; before our so-called reverence is tested? Reverence to me has become the mutated offspring of an incestuous union between respect and fear, there is supposed to be a natural balance of the two tempered by curiosity. That is how I see it, but no… we hand out authority like drunken philanthropists on Halloween.

Let’s delve deeper into the definition of profanity… Obscenity, what constitutes an obscenity? Is it a raised middle finger, exposed genitals, or maybe an act of extreme violence? Perhaps obscenity is anything that is deemed offensive by someone else who turns a profit or makes a career out of simply being offended. Why is it that pornography is considered obscene? What is it about people engaging in sex acts on film that is so offensive? Why, because it may excite someone? Is it because it may lead to adulterous thoughts and feelings? (I know that this is a gross under simplification, however guilt and shame themes that will be explored in later posts.) Oh, the shame! Shame in craving sex, nasty pornographic sex… I think not! Personally, I think there is more shame in not craving sexual gratification, but that may just be me. True obscenity to me is a child who has been forced to fight in a war. Ignoring the legacy of slavery is obscene. Obscenity is female circumcision and child prostitution. What is truly obscene, are the present day conditions in Haiti; in what can only be described as a direct result of the exploitive nature of colonialism… These things are not just obscene, they are criminal, and to not prosecute and persecute the offenders to our utmost capacity is what is obscene.

Is it ever OK to be purposely profane or obscene? That is not a question for me to answer. However, I do think it would be hypocritical for me to deny my own profane nature and to not seek atonement for my own personal obscenities and atrocities, so thus I submit my opinion. Fuck it. Suck my dick. I don’t give a shit, bitch! I am kidding of course… or am I? Thanks for reading. Peace until…

Please Wake Me When This is Over ... !!!

Baseball, which was considered by many as America's pasttime, should now be considered America's bedtime because it does nothing, in my opinion, but put people to sleep. There's a reason why 99% of the America is so entrenched in the NFL Training Camps and hearing Brette Favre pay homage to Aaliya with his back and forth on his retirement or whether race is the underlying factor with Michael Vick, figuring that Peyton Manning wouldn't have gotten this much attention had he injured Marmaduke.

It is because with all of the steroid controversy, baseball has truly lost alot of it's luster. I don't know if I am watching a sport or a Jada Fire flick with all that crotch grabbing and spitting. Without a doubt, football has taken over the #1 slot in America's race for their most beloved sport. It is a known fact that football's legion of die-hard fans have grown over the last decade or so.

Now if we go down the line and compare the 2 sports you will see that football vs. baseball is as compelling as Steven Seagal vs. Al Bundy. One negative that baseball has against it is that the bulk of its season runs parallel with football and basketball. So, in most cases, people will only tune into baseball once the football and basketball seasons are over. But even by then, most people are out and about trying to enjoy the summer weather and not glued to the tube watching grown men grab themselves in public.

So watch football if you are interested in viewing nonstop hours of action. I was very pissed off when I watched my first entire baseball game and after 3 or 4 hours of what I thought was supposed to be action, the score was 2 to 1. You mean I had to sit through 3 hours of that for only a couple of runs scored ? Hell, they should at least give each team 3 points on the board for even suiting up for the game.

Football, on the other hand, is an on-field battle between 22 men. Even if the game has a low score like 6 to 3, you know you will be guaranteed some action. This is why football is one of the only sports that they televise on Thanksgiving. What better way to enjoy a meal with your family, outside of them just not being there, than to watch a football game ?

Even baseball players will tell you how engrossed they are into football. There's a reason why the Super Bowl is the most televised sports event ever and people would rather watch reruns of Laverne and Shirley than watch the World Series It is everyone's infatuation with football. Even college football is immensely popular. You hear of the popularity in college sports as far as football and basketball, but the only thing I have heard about college baseball is, okay forreal, I haven't heard anything about it. I am starting to wonder if it even exists. College baseball might just be like the Loch Ness Monster - you hear about it all the time, but no one has actually ever saw it.

As far as professional sports go, there still is no comparison between football and baseball. The NFL will always reign supreme over the MLB. And this is not just an opinionated editorial, it should definitely be taken as fact. If anything that was said is doubted, watch both games in its entirety and decide for yourself. If you agree with me, then SCORE, and if you don't then you are out (I guess I learned something from baseball after-all).

Back off to sleep I go ... I'll just hit snooze a couple of times until September 10th gets here.