Thursday, April 26, 2007

Quotey quotes

If a blanket is natures heater then my pants are natures napkin.

I find Nihilism to be a peice of crap but thats because I find rainbows pretty.

Wednesday, April 25, 2007

Police State

Just remember boys and girls the state can do anything it wants to you. They have guns and that means authority. Might doesn't make right but it does make authority. Your opinion doesn't matter. What you want doesn't matter. They aren't interested in listening to you. It doesn't matter if you didn't hurt someone; if you could have hurt someone they will have a rule that says you're a criminal. They make rules and don't consult you. You are not in charge of your future. There is no justice there is just laws.

Monday, April 23, 2007

One more thing to tell people

I am now an ordained minister of the Universal Life Church. They authorize me to start my own church if I want to. I hear by declare that the whole world is my church; that all ground is holy or none of it is, that I am not a Discordian and I won't proclaim Discordian catma whenever and wherever I best deem it, and that I want everyone to be happy. Eat, drink and be merry my friends for its a hell of a way to live.

Hail Eris! Hail Discordia!

Thursday, April 19, 2007

Cheerful Reflections on Death and Dying

Robert Anton Wilson

I don't understand why people fear death -- although of course I see good reasons to fear the process of dying. Dying often involves a great deal of prolonged pain, and in this country at least may drain your life savings into the bank accounts of the A.M.A.. Both prospects seem equally terrifying especially if you hoped to leave a decent estate to your children.One can avoid these deplorable conditions, however, by moving to a civilized country with a national health plan and legal help to assist you in suicide if you have reached a condition where you can't do it yourself. I personally intend to move to Nederland in the event that a painful, expensive and prolonged death seems inescapable. The medical banditos have made enough money out of me already; I refuse to enrich them further on my way out.

But as for death, and what -- if anything --comes after death, I see no cause for apprehension whatsoever.

To consider the alternatives in order:Most people through most of history have believed that after death comes rebirth (reincarnation). I think most people, planetwide, still believe that. It fails to terrify me. If I get reborn as a cockroach, I intend to hide in the vicinity of somebody's computer and write poems on the keyboard at night, like archy, the famous roach who left his verse in the typewriter of Don Marquis. If I get reborn as a human, I might meet my wife Arlen again and love her again and marry her again. That sounds great to me.

Other rebirths, as a tree, say, or a blue whale, also seem more entertaining (and educational) than frightening.

Unfortunately, I have no good reasons to believe in reincaration, although I'd sort of like to. I include it only for the sake of completeness.

A sinister rumor, widely believed in the Occident, holds that after death we go to a place called Heaven. From all the descriptions I've read, it sounds dreadful to me. It seems to have a population made up entirely of some gang of Christians; the experts on Heaven disagree about which conglomeration of Christians will qualify, but they always seem to think that they personally belong to that elite group. An eternity with people that conceited seems intolerable to me,but fortunately I am not a Christian so I won't be consigned to such a boring place.

An even more nefarious report appears in the United States Marine Corps hymn:

If the Army and the Navy
ever looked on Heaven's scenes
they would find the streets were guarded
by the United States Marines

A place where every street is guarded by Marines sounds like a particularly vicious police state, especially if Christians run it, and I definitely don't want to go there, even for a visit. I wouldn't even wish it on my worst enemy, if I had any enemies. (Some people hate me for the books I write, but I refuse to hate them back, so they don't count as enemies.)

Fortunately, as noted, I don't qualify for Heaven, with all its harps and fanatic Christians and martial law by Marines. A worse idea, which has terrified millions, claims that some of us will go to a place called Hell, where we will suffer eternal torture. This does not scare me because, when I try to imagine a Mind behind this universe, I cannot conceive that Mind, usually called "God," as totally mad.

I mean, guys, compare that "God" with the worst monsters you can think of - - Adolph Hitler, Joe Stalin, that sort of guy. None of them ever inflicted more than finite pain on their victims. Even de Sade, in his sado-maso fantasy novels, never devised an unlimited torture. The idea that the Mind of Creation (if such exists) wants to torture some of its critters for endless infinities of infinities seems too absurd to take seriously.

Such a derranged Mind could not create a mud hut, much less the exquisitely mathematical universe around us.

If such a monster-God did exist, the sane attitude would consist of practising the Buddhist virtue of compassion. He seems very sick in His head, so don't give way to hatred: try to understand and forgive him. Maybe He will recover his wits some day. (I wrote "He" instead of the fashionable "He or She" because only male Gods appear to have invented Hells. I can't think of a single Goddess who ever created a Hell for people who displeased Her .)

A fourth alternative after-death scenario involves merger with "God" or with "the Godhead" (the latter term seems more popular.) This idea, which seems Hindic in origin, currently enjoys vast popularity with New Agers. I see nothing terrifying here; in fact, I suspect I would enjoy it, based on my previous experiences in which this merging/melting seemed to take place on LSD. An infinite Acid Trip in which the whole universe seems like your body: who could fear that (except Republicans)?

The fifth and, as far as I know, the last thinkable alternative holds that after death comes total oblivion. This has either terrorized or angered many intelligent writers (e.g. Bertrand Russell and Jean Paul Sartre, who seem to have hated "life after death" for not existing, just as they remained permanently pissed off at "God" for not existing. ) Sorry: it doesn't seem terrible to me at all. If I become totally oblivious, I won't know about it (by definition of oblivion.) How can you feel terrified of something you can't experience?

Besides oblivion means freedom from "all the ills the flesh is heir to," from bleeding piles to cancer, including even bad reviews of my books.

Living in New York or Los Angeles seem much worse than not living in Oblivion.

Although I have a few opinions, or hunches, I have no dogma about what happens after death. But none of the above alternatives seem really unpleasant, except the ones that seem too absurd to take seriously.

As some Roman wrote:

Nothing to clutch in life.
Nothing to fear in death.

Copyright: Robert Anton Wilson

Wednesday, April 18, 2007

Scary scary

I wonder how long before gun control laws tighten down now thanks to the Virgina Tech shootings. Are we going to be scared into giving away more freedoms? Gods help those fools see that there is no reason to be scared. What happened was horrible and it can't be made better but it can be made worse by how it is handled.

Tuesday, April 10, 2007

Just because you are a hairless ape, that does not mean you are a Man

I was given reason to enter a white hot frothing rage today as instructions that I laid down clearly became corrupted not once, not twice but at least three times because the people who were responsible, or irresponsible in their turn, could not be bothered to do their own jobs and let me do mine.

Thursday, April 5, 2007

Seed the Chaos Generator (c CDC)

Hunt the jesus fish; they walk on water
Seek the darwin fish; they can fly now
Beware the buddah fish; it won't eat you
Hug the muslum fish; they are in season
But when roaming in the pasture
It won't be done any faster
Than the Fish that we call Hastur
Weedle weedle weedle scumph

The jesus fish is really quick because it followes Nike
The buddah fish is pretty fast because it's mastered Tai Chi
The muslum fish it isn't slow because it invented zero
The darwin fish is super sonic, I love it in my gyros
But when roaming in the pasture
It won't be done any faster
Than the Fish that we call Hastur
Weedle weedle weedle scumph

How much trouble must a man get in before he can call himself a man.
I want to get two white boards and label them Good Users and Bad Users and keep track of the cusomers that come to me with their problems. Aneristic assholes will end up on the Bad list and Eristic philosophers on the good. I wonder how long before someone complains and I have to take them down. I wonder how much trouble I'd get in with the greyfaced cabbages that run my exercise wheel. OOOOOOO what if I just labeled them both users and didn't tell people which one was which. If I treat them the same they'd only wonder. Ooo I like it.

Tuesday, April 3, 2007

I can't fix everything

There are some things I can't fix. I don't have the know-how or the tools or both. Sometimes a problem doesn't want to get fixed. Imagine a sentient wheel that keeps on squeaking so that it can keep getting oil even if it doesn't need oil and everyone around the wheel is out of oil. Okay so it's not a wheel that is my problem but the situation is similar. What is one to do when the going not only gets tough but the people around you are quitting and even the road wants to stop.