Archive for October, 2007

“Risking a catastrophe”?

Friday, 26 October 2007

The fat sack of crap planning to shoot up a school (he was home-schooled) was charged with crimes including “risking a catastrophe” which sounds like something out of a WB cartoon.

I understand the need to inflict revenge on bullies, but StayPuft here was only 14…he hasn’t been alive long enough to be bullied to any kind of breaking point.

Bullying is an emotional state rather than a person, and everyone is or has been a bully to someone, somewhere. Businesses, religions, “civil” institutions, even countries have all been bullies at one time or another. For most people, bullying, as opposed to being bullied, is a phase “cured” by being taught it’s wrong via cultural transmission in the form of knowledge or in the case of islamofascists, getting their collective ass kicked by superior force.

Still, it’s human nature that when someone bends over long enough, it seems almost justified to kick them in the ass (a kick if they’re lucky, especially in prison) as a lesson or for entertainment.

It takes real strength not to pass along such cruelty from others.

Fatass’s idiot mother was helping him amass his arsenal. So much for parental guidance. She should’ve paid for him to get some martial arts lessons and a gym membership. Now he’s screwed for sure and his supposed tormentors won’t even remember him a year from now.

Karma takes care of bullies (eventually). Your job in the meantime is to endure the unendurable.

Meditation on meditation

Thursday, 25 October 2007

I don’t like to meditate. Few do. It’s boring.

A misconception is that meditation increases anything. This is impossible, since everything you need is already Within.

Meditation simply is removing attention from the external world and placing it on the internal world, what is there at all times.

The best thing about meditation is what I call “declutching”. By relaxing via breathing into a state receptive to the Inner World, I can declutch and coast free of the limited body and egregiously clever babbling mind, both which cause so much grief and misery. During these reflective moments it’s possible to glimpse the truth about the Self, that You are not the body or the mind, which is great because I hate them both, they are a prison.

If you commit suicide you will have to face the same problems again in another life, plus added shit. Granted, this is only one belief of millions out there about faith, God, afterlife, etc. It’s the one that makes the most sense to me.

My Guru is Mark Griffin. An enormous White Guy, he must weigh 350 and be 6’5. He’s a Guru because he has the power to deliver shaktipat, the descent of grace as energy, and his consciousness is continually One with God-consciousness. Bear in mind, Mark has nothing that you or I don’t already possess, with the exception of the meditative training and discipline (over many lifetimes) to stay rooted in samadhi while quite awake. God neither loves nor hates anyone…

My last email exhange with Mark follows. For someone Enlightened his grammar and spelling suck…I’ve cleaned it up where possible and left his replies ALL CAPS, the way they were sent.

Dear Mark,

Troubling questions.

If God neither loves or hates us, what does God love? Anything? As God is beyond all qualities, is love even important to Him?


Why does God want us to love anything when love leads to attachment, which leads to chaos and enslavement by the ego?


We as people speak, but we are not the language we speak.


Is love the “language” of God?


It’s my ego talking, but the questions remains: “If God doesn’t love, why should I?”





(end email)

The Saga Continues.

FUCK FLORIDA. A Canadian-free* rant

Tuesday, 23 October 2007

It’s not right to shit in one’s own nest, but Florida has it coming. For many years I’d escaped this place, but being a failure has brought me back.

When I left, there were no jobs and a shit economy. Now there are tons more idiots and massive growth…and STILL no jobs and a shit economy!

The place was a Paradise when I was a kid, and it had truly been a Paradise 20 years before then. But the gears of destuction were already a whirring blur…air-conditioning and WW2 training awakened the locust human to the nectar of Florida, and they’ve been buzzing down here ever since, the massive out-of-control growth unstoppable.

I avoid Outside, but even I mourn the loss of natural beauty to condos, cubans, shitzakistan ethnics and the price of bread tied to a rocket to the moon. The housing boom bubble, now a bust, obliterated any hopes of cheap rent ever again.

The hordes never have a POSITIVE impact on anything. There’s no culture, night life, etc. Sure I hate all of that anyway and never go out, but still…

Everything closes down by 9PM like it was fucking Mayberry.

Fucking New Yorkers (which my parents were, but they moved here long BEFORE it was cool) sell out Yankees practice games, and their fucking asshole politics…good Christ. You can own a gun and even pack heat here, but how long will that last with these liberals constantly moving to town? Even the lowliest New Yawk shithead can sell his shit-shack for 200 grand, which can buy a nice McMansion down here (no state income tax). Their fucking cawps retire with disability pensions from New York, often claiming a debilitating injury, then come here and go back to work again (What does New York State do about this fraud? Nothing! They just raise taxes). Oh, and this place is so OVER-policed, the fuckers are snoring in their cruisers on every street corner while the streets themselves all have speed limits 15 MPH slower than they should be. The thing that infuriates me the most about Yankee transplants is their high taxation and liberal approaches to crime and other problems is what made their home cities way too expensive and crime-ridden to grow old and gray in, so now here they come, having learned NOTHING, and fuck up Florida. We don’t deserve this. Mr. Smith from the Matrix called humans a virus. The pixel-nigga was right.

No one in FL can drive worth a shit, except me. Over the decades the myriad driving styles from retard transplants across the country have not fused into anything civil, logical or safe. I felt safer doing 90 on the LA freeways in my Geo in a sea of SUVs then I do here driving a few miles at 35. The weather is fucked like a Thai hooker…it’s almost the ass end of October and it’s still blazing hot like it was July. Fuck YOU, Sun! I’d also like to add that I’ve never gotten laid e.g. fucked e.g. had sex within the State of Florida, and I’ve lived here most of my miserable life. I can’t even begin to describe how much I hate worthless humanity for that one. Fuck Florida. I’d burn this place to the fucking ground if I could, sparing only one palm tree and one manatee. The rest can go to humid hell, ‘cept it’s already there.

* I lied. Fuck Canada…quit clogging up Costco, assholes! Those cheese samples are for AMERICANS.

Quoticle – It’s also absurd to divide people…except with an axe.

Tuesday, 23 October 2007

It is absurd to divide people into good and bad. People are either charming or tedious.

~ Oscar Wilde

Everyone’s a victim of heartbreak, especially…Hugh Hefner –> ‘ <– teardrop of pity

Monday, 22 October 2007

Hugh Fucking Hefner, 81, next to Buddha and Christ, is the only man I don’t like because I’m not him. It seems odd that one man alone should have been the first to combine cameras with naked women and that years later, as the sewer of raunch continues to overflow like an anti-antidiluvian avalanche (<–makes no sense but sounds cool) Playboy continues to sell.

No, I don’t like Hef, and not because he experimented with The Gay in the 70s.

Mostly it’s plain old envy.

A bank of 6 or 7 televisions across the front of the gym’s treadmill farm brings We the Damned all the food commercials we can eat. In between the commercials are shows, spanning several pre-set channels.

One was a docu about Hefner. He talked about his accountant father who was “uncomfortable” with affection. The next time I looked up from magazines and over from other TVs, a litany of blondes was explaining how heartbroken Hef was as a young teen when a girl 2 years his senior didn’t return his crush.

The many Playmates seemed truly devastated for Young Hef’s loss, fake titties weeping silicone, and lo, they’d even managed to find the Crush herself and interview her…in two words: oblivious grandma.

It takes a lot of nerve to be Hugh Hefner and complain via pussy-proxy about having your heart broken over half a century ago.

I don’t have a cavalcade of cuties to explain my trouble with the ladies. I have to type it myself.

Everyone’s a fucking victim, even Hugh Hefner.

Boo hoo. Boo Hef. Have a teardrop of pity ‘ or 12 ”””””” <–that’s less than a dollar per drop! A 66% savings off the cover price!

Gore-bull warming: be not afraid

Monday, 22 October 2007

My beliefs: global warming isn’t man-made. We’re long overdue for another Ice Age.

As Botkin the brilliant scientist says: My concern is that we may be moving away from an irrational lack of concern about climate change to an equally irrational panic about it.

People who hate religion still seem to want to fear something.  The Devil’s flames won’t do, but how about the earth’s temp rising one degree in 100 years?  Noooooooooo! 

Global Warming Delusions:
The popular imagination has been captured by beliefs that have little scientific basis.

Sunday, October 21, 2007

Water Trivia

Monday, 22 October 2007

Let it not be said by my several readers I don’t provide valuable trivia.

Some fun facts about water, gleaned from the Operator’s Companion by USABluebook (2002).

* It requires approximately 4 gallons of water to process a pound of hamburger.

* It takes 1,500 gallons of water to make one barrel of beer.

* About 39,000 gallons of water are used to manufacture a new car.

* There are about 17 million households in the U.S. that use water from private wells.

* An average residence in the U.S. uses 107,000 gallons per year.

* The average daily cost of public water supply is 25 cents per person.

* Of all the earth’s water, 97% is in the oceans, 2% is frozen, and 1% is suitable for drinking water.

* A human can survive for about a month without food, but can live only about a week without water.

Doris Lessing: recipient of the dumb fucking cunt award

Monday, 22 October 2007

Lessing is an old (moon)bat nobody reads, yet I still find myself infuriated by her utter stupidity.

Unfortunately she’s not alone in her view that 9-11 was no big deal.

Like all elitist figs, she has an answer for everything. George (W.) Bush is “a member of a social class which has profited from wars.”

That, of course, explains why there are wars.

No wonder she’s an award winner!

Another reason turdpress will never be shitspace

Monday, 22 October 2007

I’ve spent the last 15 FUCKING minutes trying to add a FUCKING blogroll to the FUCKING blog.  It refuses to show the FUCKING thing even though the FUCKING links claim to be FUCKING added and I DON’T want to add FUCKING blogroll to the FUCKING categories list (though it’s too FUCKING late for that now).

Yet another reason why this FUCKING turdpress will never be as big as shitspace, where most functions are intuitive.

I wrote porn scripts in which people happen to have sex

Monday, 22 October 2007

You could write porn scripts dude!  —Motel Todd, referring to this.

In the late 90s I did get paid a partial sum for helping to rewrite a porn script.  Once.  And for a time I foolishly did think writing “art film” scripts was my way In.  But c’mon…the closed-circle porn community has their own 3 or 4 hacks they always use:  why hire new for a job anyone can do?  Use the doofs you have. 

And they did.

I visited Jawn-Luke, a minor porn director, to discuss writing an original script based on a Highlander-type character (he LOVED the title:  EXXXcelsior).

The meeting took place in those halcyon months before “Phantom Menace” premiered, when no one yet knew how badly it would suck.  Jawn-Luke was stoked about seeing the new Star Wars and so was I, but of the two of us in his living room, only one thought X-rated gigs were stepping stones to becoming the next Spielberg; all porn directors seemed to share this delusion, maybe because Francis Coppola made the jump to legit-speed from porn. 

My favorite all-time quote from these directorial dweebs, one they must have passed around more than the latest Asian butt-slut off the boat:  We don’t make ‘fuck films’, we tell stories in which people HAPPEN to have sex.”  Oh yes.  They truly believe this.

As for our business, Jawn-Luke seemed earnest but clueless about what he wanted.  He was reading too much into these things; it was because of him I finally saw the excellent Casablanca as well as a turd called The Last Tycoon, based on an unfinished F. Scott Fitzgerald novel.

I left Jawn-Luke’s house–no opulent mansion but a paid-for house nonetheless in LA, quite an achievement–more jealous than anything.   I finally decided he was a callow fool who didn’t deserve his meager credit, though I never intended to keep his lent personal copy of Highlander 2. 

No, Todd, there’s no money in writing scripts for pornographers.  The explosion of “gonzo” porn is further evidence linear porn storytelling is no longer the dominant form.

My deep-seated resentment of pornographers remains, though I use their product and will continue to do so.