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“That’s one of the things that’s always fascinated me. The Question, “Why are we here? What’s our reason for being?”.” –Douglas McBride

For starters, humans are animals. Awesomely sophisticated animals, but animals nonetheless. Therefore our reason for being would be to live in the world and to reproduce; the same as any other animal. We eat, sleep, hump and shit the same as every other animal, therefore on an animalistic level; we are fulfilling our responsibilities and obligations as animals, in the animal kingdom.

Moving up to the next rung, we come to Intelligent Animals. While this is more hazy, I believe that as an intelligent animal, our responsibilities also include the accumulation and propagation of knowledge, information, intelligence. For the most part we follow this concept. It’s been proven that each generation is successively smarter than the previous. It’s essential for us to do this for us, in fact, because we have abdicated natural evolution in favor of technological evolution. Rather than growing thicker pelts, sharper claws and teeth, stronger legs, we instead arrest the process by inventing clothing, eating utensils, and all manner of transportation. This provokes a differing form of evolution, though. Our lifespans are longer, our braincases are larger, we retain more information. To better propagate knowledge and intelligence, it must be shared. It’s the same reason most animals reproduce: survivability. If you teach someone to fish, the knowledge of how to fish is passed on- you can die, knowing that someone else knows how to fish. They can in turn pass on that information. Thus we add another rung to the ladder of existence: organized society.

A society that is led and directed can organize and disburse information, knowledge that is vital to the survival of the society. As an example, if you were to decide to create a society that existed in the arctic, it would behoove you to tell your constituents to dress warmly, else wise survivability would be impossible.

Organization of a society means rules. Codes of conduct. Laws, codes of conduct, mores, values, theologies and history help establish a functional society, providing a skeleton that supports the creature that is society. A society without ordered structure is anarchistic and will eventually consume itself.

Setting aside such abstract concepts as theologic and philosophic ideologies, we come to the point: What is our purpose? Our “Raison d’être”, so to speak? Strictly speaking from a societal sense, our reason for existence falls within several categories simultaneously.

First, we must fulfill our animalistic responsibilities. We must birth, grow, develop, reproduce, and die.

Second, as intelligent animals, we must learn and in turn teach to propagate our knowledge.

Finally, as members of society, we must contribute to the society’s survival, we must protect the society’s welfare, we must learn the society’s values and knowledge, and promote these things to our offspring.

To contribute to the society’s survival, we have jobs to fulfill, roles to perform, responsibilities to embrace. To protect the society’s welfare, we must be concerned with the growth and development of the society as well as be aware of external influences that affect the society’s internal functions. The valuation of the society’s beliefs and passing them on to the next generation ensures the survival of the society with the next generation.

In discussing the structure of society and the nature of society, one must consider the existence of one who is a part of the society; that’s for Part Two: The Citizen.

(Special thanks, respect, and other such awesomeness go out to OLF, i.e. Olf Le Fol, for his help with Part Two: The Citizen and Part Three: The Society)

Nestor Dissertation, Sociology

I’m typing this post from an unreleased Dell system, the Dell Latitude e4300. This system is (part of) a launch line, the “e” series. If you follow the Dell naming cconventions, the previous (and still supported) Latitude line is the D series. The E series is supposed to have more enhanced functionality and less fluff, more efficient battery life and more power with portability.

I’ll tell you this right now; the 4300 is a pretty respectable launch in the subnotebook (not compared to the smaller ultraportable line to be later launched) it’s lightweight and discrete; It’s delightfully functional but unpretentious.

For Office Outlook users, (2k3 and greater) there’s an interesting feature very similar to the “MediaDirect”, called BlackTop. For those not in the know, MediaDirect allows home users to play multimedia content (music, pictures, movies, DVDs, etc) without having to boot the full OS. Blacktop is very similar in concept in that it boots outside of windows, but it gives access to email, etc without having to boot the full OS. instead it (apparently) uses a lightweight Linux distro. Confusing, because it has to be initially configured in Windows and you have to have a Outlook 2k3 client or greater to use it.

This 4300 is pretty solid: it boasts a 2.26 GHz dual core, has 2 gigs RAM, 160GB hard drive and runs Vista with no real issues. The ControlPoint software collects all the wireless functionality into an easy to use and interact menu, controlling bluetooth, wireless, and cellular broadband within a mouseclick (or function button).

Pretty sweet, kiddos. Get one of these babies with a CompleteCare warranty and take it on the road. it’s very not bad.

Nestor

Nestor Dissertation, Tech

“Why is it that a weaker person has to attach themselves to someone stronger?”

I’m not talking about the deferrence that comes from a Dom/ sup relationship, I’m talking about the … fuck-stupid and godawful parasites you see shmoozing up to anything that seems remotely stronger than them. You see them here and there, fundamentally broken people who don’t understand the concept of independent action and the value of self-worth.

I recently found myself in a debate with one of these people about the nature of their issue. What follows is portions of the debate that i had with them.

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The line went something like,
“Why is it that a weaker person has to attach themselves to someone stronger?” And the question (while rude) for just a moment, crystalized for me. okay, well, to be honest, it’s actually been on my mind for a while, let’s not hedge our bets, i mean, come on, this is me. I’m not talking about the deference that comes from a Dom/ sup relationship, I’m talking about the … fuck-stupid and godawful parasites you see schmoozing up to anything that seems remotely stronger than them.

You know what? I’m going to post portions of a debate I had with someone.

Mr Insensitive (we’ll call him Nestor, for the sake of argument) likes things to go His Way. To any other person, his motivations might be completely incomprehensible, but for the most part, it really boils down to he likes things to go His Way. To that end, he pursues education, employment, and sociological interactions that all ultimately benefit no one else but him. When he meets someone else, his initial priority is to determine whether this person is a friend, an ally, someone who can ultimately assist him on his walk through life; or instead someone to (at best) ignore or (at worst) actively pursue complete and utter subjugation or physical/ psychological destruction. He’s not necessarily an evil or bad person, but his priority is to himself and his successes and adventures in life. Along the way he has friends, enemies, and whatever. Hi-jinks ensue.

Along the way he meets Mr Nice. (we’ll call him Spineless Bob for the sake of argument) Spineless Bob has gone through his life, effectively at the mercy of other people. for some reason, he feels that he needs to be completely selfless, to the point of ego-abdication. Because he has no central core of independent thought, no spine that can hold and support him, he has to mold himself to suit other people’s needs. Molding himself to suit other people carries a burden, though. He has to cling to them to get a shape, to become a complementary piece. So he’ll wander through his life, clinging to people he feels can give him a shape, a definition of self. All the while he tells himself he’s helping them, while in fact he’s simply leeching off them for a sense of identity. A shapeless, sycophantic leech of a man. He’s a “good Guy” because he gives and gives and gives, but at the same time, there’s a growing resentment within him. Can’t anyone see the amount of effort it’s taken him to give to everyone else? Can’t anyone see/ acknowledge his suffering? The sacrifices he’s made to be what he things people expect of him? “Goddammit, people need to wake the fuck up and see how fucking awesome I really am! I’m like… Yes. I can authoritatively say, I am the New Messiah for the Twenty First Century. I care for these worthless shits, even if they don’t deserve it.” Now, rather than actually benefit himself or his fellow man, what he’s done at this point is he’s latched onto The Stick of Self-Righteousness and jammed it up his ass.

So now if anyone wants help from Stick-ass Bob, they’ve got to run a gauntlet of bitterness, resentment, self-loathing, and unresolved teenage angst. that Stick up his ass hurts, but at least people don’t fucking walk on him now, do they? Now he can afford to help them… but only if they can survive the gauntlet.

Suddenly, the two of them meet. Nestor, meet Stick-ass. Stick-ass, meet Nestor.

Nestor’s first priority: Ally or enemy? The guy’s emotionally unstable, socially retarded, and incapable of interacting with the opposite sex with any degree of success. This guy is a problem. Self-righteous and sycophantic at the same time, desperately hoping, not only for attention, but acceptance and adulation.

This person is a danger. Instead of being capable of assisting Nestor on his walk through life (that’s what friends do, they watch your back, make your days pleasant, and help you when you’re struggling) this person would instead hinder him. So he tells Stick-ass to fuck off in no uncertain terms. He wants to keep a buffer of distance between himself and this odoriferous human waste that’s seeped in.

Stickass hates and loves Nestor, because he sees Nestor’s independence, self-assuredness, self-confidence, competence, and individual clarity of thought, and feels that sinking feeling in his gut. He is simultaneously the best and worst thing he’s wanted in his own life. He loves those things in Nestor’s character, but hates them as well because, after all, he’s sacrificed so much for ther people, right? He’s far more deserving of Nestor’s success, girlfriends, money, and popularity than Nestor is, right? Wrong.

So, there they are, face to face, a button between them.

“This button will remove the selfish and ultimately useless people in this room. When I hit this button, the person that has caused the most unhappiness in the world will disappear without a trace. In fact, it’d be like he never existed in the first place.

So now I ask you. Who disappears?

To which he replied,

Molding himself to suit other people carries a burden, though. He has to cling to them to get a shape, to become a complementary piece. So he’ll wander through his life, clinging to people he feels can give him a shape, a definition of self. All the while he tells himself he’s helping them, while in fact he’s simply leeching off them for a sense of identity.

Okay, that’s selfish. But if someone’s form of selfishness is helping people, then that’s not a shabby display of selfishness, I’d say. I think Bob’d help far more people than Nestor ever would. Nestor basically uses people as tools, and doesn’t care about them very much. Bob does care about people, and unconsciously uses them as tools by helping as many people as he can. Nestor’s obviously showing a far larger display of selfishness here.

(This went on for a while)
My response:
You assume that selfish = bad. You assume wrong. When you go to school, you go so that you can get a diploma. No ‘ifs’, or ‘buts’ about it. After High School, there’s College. You don’t go for little 12 year old Billy, you go to get a degree. Not for Sisterfucking Jimbo down the hall from you, but you. You want the degree, you put in the time and effort, you buy the books, you sacrifice time, effort, money, friends, and Life Experiences so that you can get the degree and hang it up on your wall.

You get a job so that you can take care of your bills. So that you can buy food. So that you can pay your phone, your cable, your MMO, your fucking video game systems, and pay off the family down the street to keep from going to the police after you accidentally sleep with their 12 year old daughter.

None of these things is selfish. You’re putting forth effort to (at least) break even. The better career you get, the more you can afford to get ahead.

Lessee… Work, School, friends… Ah. Friends. You pick the people you hang out with, because you don’t want some cockshit fucktube stealing your shit, fucking your girlfriend, breaking into your house, your parents’ house, or anyone’s house, for that matter. You say, “This person and I get along. I’m going to make an investment into interacting with this person above others because we have like-minded interests and I don’t with say, Jimbo Sisterfucker down the hall from me.”

Still not being selfish.

Sycophantic behavior is incredibly selfish, because it does not reward anyone but the person exhibiting said behavior. Clinging to people to form a shape, to define ones’ self, is only beneficial to the one being molded, not the one he is molding to. in addition, it burdens everyone around the person that has been adhered to, as they no longer have any capability for independent action, seeing as there’s a very large, yet shapeless mass entangling them, restricting their ability to move.

So we can derive the following values from said example: Heavy, incapacitating things drag down the individual. This incapacitation can inconvenience other people who also have a certain reliance upon that person. So the one being adhered to cannot function in society (work, home, out with friends, etc) as well as they should be capable of, simply because they’ve got something preventing them. I.E. Spineless Bob. Therefore, in conclusion, a self-sufficient and determined individual will never equate the same level of societal damage that a sycophantic, needy, and spineless dependent like Bob causes.

It went on and on, until this guy popped out with,

If someone is doing a mean thing, but they THINK they’re doing a nice thing, does that make them a mean person? No, just misguided.

To which I responded with this quote from Chris Blake:

I’m holding in my hand a 1976 press kit containing newspaper clippings, photos, and testimonials from a remarkable church, one of the largest Protestant churches in the United States. This Interracial urban church carried on an extensive ministry of impressive humanitarian aid. It had already rehabilitated more than two hundred people from drug habits, and financed the education of more than a hundred students in medicine, law, teaching, and other human service fields, and many students lived in dormitories provided by the church. Moreover, the church provided care in its own facilities for senior citizens, medical convalescents, orphans, and disabled children. Several clippings included testimonials from the president of the National Newspaper Publishers Association, Congressional Record, San Fransisco Chronicle, Washington Post and a former CBS-TV affiliate News Bureau Chief, who after working on a Documentary on the church had been so touched by the “magnificent example” of the pastor in working to “stand courageously against all forms of injustice, to relieve human suffering of every kind, and to establish brotherhood among peoples of wide-ranging backgrounds” that the bureau chief had quit his job at CBS to work full time for the church. Never have I seen such a more impressive church press kit. (To be fair, not many churches have a press kit.)

The pastor was a member of a 1.4 million member Christian denomination, and by 1976 had been pastoring twenty five years. He had also served as a public school teacher and for two full years as a foreign missionary, establishing programs for orphans. More recently he had begun a foreign agricultural mission on thousands of acres to produce food for distribution to critical hunger regions. He had recieved numerous awards, including one from the Los Angeles Herald for “Humanitarian of the Year”. In 1976 he was appointed chair of the San Fransisco Housing Authority. With his wife, he had adopted at least nine impoverished children of different racial backgrounds. They lived next to one of the churches large animal refuge centers, where they took in and cared for sick and abandoned animals.

You’ve probably head of the People’s Temple Christian Church. Rev Jim Jones, Pastor.

As an addendum, I added,

Don’t give me shallow, dogmatic crap about how those people who do evil with the best of intentions aren’t ‘mean’. Even the most sinister of people have the ‘best intentions’ at heart, and that’s what makes it so sad- there IS no true good or evil, only snotnosed peckerwoods like yourself who believe something is ‘right’ or ‘wrong’ based on some cobbled together dogma stemming from badly interpreted scripture and Disney. I’ve read published journals of oven operators in Auschwitz who actually felt that they were benefiting the whole world with the ritual and systematic extermination of the jews in Germany. Seriously dude. You’ve (still) got no relevant high ground to stand on.

You’d think that in the face of my debate he’d cave like a house of cards, but this debate spanned months, leading to it’s dramatic conclusion:

And the cream of the crop is that Nestor idiot. Check this out. He’s stated that nothing gives him more pleasure than hurting other people. HE’S A SICK SADISTIC PSYCHOPATH. This guy is screwed in the head. He is evil – literally evil. You hear that word said a lot for funny or dramatic reasons, but I am dead fucking serious here. Nestor is evil and does not dreserve to draw breath. Just start asking him questions about morality and whatnot, you’ll see how deep the rabbit hole goes. He’s not just a poster whose funny gimmick is to act like he’s an asshole, this guy truly is one mentally fucked-up psycho.

In conclusion, I like to debate, I’m a A SICK SADISTIC PSYCHOPATH, and being spineless rules.

Nestor Dissertation, Imported piece, Quick Post, Rant, Sociology

Yes. The desire to protect something… is at the same time none other than the wish for something to violate it. -Nasu-

I like this sentiment, because it also describes the selfsame contradictions in religion. See, God is “good”. We don’t know that he is “Good” until there’s something “Bad” to compare him against. Therefore “God’s” righteousness is merely capitalizing on the human need for dichotomy and the intentional creation of an agent that would act as his negative number thus providing the choice.

To break it down simply, You want shoes to protect your feet. This also means you want to walk where your feet would otherwise be damaged without the protection afforded by those shoes.

To wish to be a hero is to wish for a villian to oppose you.

While we’re on the subject of Nasu, Heaven’s Feel is very near completion. And aassuming there isn’t a SSSSSSHHHHITSTOOOOOORM!!! around the deployment (in before the capabilities of the installer) I’ll be able to play through Sakura’s route by September.

UNG

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One of the things I keep coming back to is Chauvinism and Misogyny versus Feminism and Misandry.

I can’t help it. As a student of Life, as an observer of Humanity, i can’t help but study this shit. Having some free time (though it’s at 1:27am, so I can’t call anyone) I did some thinking, some reading, and some serious sit downs with a couple friends and a few cigarettes. Well, maybe more than a few cigarettes. when the old brain starts churning, I tend to smoke and not taste it.

“I feel that ‘man-hating’ is an honorable and viable political act, that the oppressed have a right to class-hatred against the class that is oppressing them.” Robin Morgan.

There’s no logic that can ever be derived from that crap.

A woman I spoke to about the “Feminist Message” that they put out to women told me quite clearly, that the message they’re sending isn’t so much “Let’s be equal with the males” it’s more along the lines of “Let’s employ psychological terrorism on our male counterparts. And to do that, we need to use those same techniques on our fellow women so that we’re all on the same page.”

Even Lifetime, the television station that bills itself as for women, frequently shows movies about insane, irrational women. Women who steal babies. Women who kill pregnant women, rip out their babies, and claim the infants as their own. Women who stalk their ex-husbands. Women who kill their ex-husbands and their ex-husbands’ new wives. Women who can’t have babies, go nuts and shoot elementary school students. Women who are depressed. Women who are depressed and suicidal. Women who are victims.

These are Empowered Women? Role Models? Before you go shitting your rhetoric, think long and hard about this: Sure there’s an opportunity to go out and find honest-to-god feminist ideologies that don’t stomp and trample on men’s rights, we’re far more inclined to prop our feet up and click on the boob tube, so whose message is getting out more?

Women like a good fight but only on their conditions, and those conditions are rarely expressed to their partners. Emotions eventually take over. The novelty of a tough girlfriend wears off. She either expects him to change his ways – her ultimate goal, even though the reformed abuser will bore her to tears — or he will pay the price. A whipped man is a man who garners no respect from his woman, but an aggressive man is a man who will awaken to find his bed engulfed in flames.

Men can’t win. Here’s a tube of AstroGlide. Use it, and save yourself the hassle of a relationship.

But men get off easy. They can go home at the end of the day, forget that real-life women exist, and jerk off into a sock to thoughts of acquiescent whores. I’m a woman, and the hypocrisy displayed by women affects my standing in the world. I can’t avoid them. I can’t ignore them.

Kinda sad when your own gender throws mind games about like this. I’ll touch more on this subject in a second.

Feminism now equates womanhood with motherhood. “Women’s issues” revolve around extended maternity leave and lactation rooms, expanded date rape laws and increased funding for abused women shelters. It’s not about women demonstrating that their skills and talent rival those of men. It’s about milking their victim status, while simultaneously claiming to be equals. Even feminists accept that there are differences between the genders.

I’m a guy, so these privileges they’re clamoring for mean diddly shit to me. If they want ‘em, fuck. I don’t care. as long as it doesn’t infringe on my work, wages, or daily life.

Feel. Nurture. Empathize. Care. Preserve. Yet, the majority of children who are abused or killed felt the sting of mommy’s hand and verbal taunts. The hand that rocks the cradle rules the world, a feminist will proudly proclaim. And it’s true. Men rarely become serial killers because their fathers abandoned them or beat them senseless. They usually become serial killers because Mommy dressed them as girls or made them lie in their urine-soaked sheets for hours as punishment. Statistics show this. An absent or abusive father might cause a man to become a thief or a one-off murderer, but it takes a mommy to make a man twisted.

Now here’s where we step back to that point where I mentioned we’d talk about mind games, psychological terrorism, and feminism. Women have been and always shall be, more social then men. They go to the bathroom in groups, trade sacred family recipes, breast feed children that aren’t theirs, and establish pecking orders. There was one study shown where girls in kindergarten immediately set up a hierarchy amongst themselves; including who was to be excluded. I remember reading where a handful of girls around the age of 4-7 walked into a restaurant and asked the waitress “Can you sit us away from her? We’re not talking to her right now.” and singled out another girl. Guys really don’t do shit like that. Hell, we’re not terribly social.

Women claim that they want equality, but they still want to be coddled. They pout and stomp their feet when their boyfriends take too long to buy a $5000 diamond ring, but they cry out that they “don’t need no man” when their boyfriends refuse to deal with an unexpected pregnancy. Is it any wonder that men don’t know what the fuck women are about? Contrary to what directors of women’s studies programs would have us believe, women are not tools of the patriarchy. Women are the patriarchy. Women are their own worst enemy. They place themselves in positions where they need an authoritative figure to rule them. Their inherent nature makes the patriarchy necessary. They want to join the Army. But they don’t want to be in combat. They want to join the police force. But they don’t want to meet the same standards as men. They want to go to college. But they don’t want it to be too hard. College standards have decreased over the years. At some institutions, a score of 82 is considered an “A-.” This coincides with women becoming the majority on college campuses. Coursework is dumbed up because administrators reason that women are too weak and inferior to grasp difficult material, and college women lap it up. Women have the benefit of attending college, but they also have the benefit of still being looked at as damsels in distress who need a little extra help.

At this point, I’mma remind y’all that the italicized parts (except where noted that come from ) come from a woman friend I talk with on occasion. She’s more inclined to point these things out to her male compatriots than she is to communicate with her feminist friends; there’re those that would simply say that “she’s just trying to get in on Guys good side” and you know what, I’d agree with you. Why not, when the current ‘feminist’ (read: misandric) movement is declaring an outright war against anything with a penis?

Women want it all, but they don’t want to take responsibility for any of it. They want a career. But it can’t be too challenging or harmful to their self-esteem. They want husbands. But they can’t be sensitive or abusive. They want to enter institutions that were previously reserved for men. But they want lower standards. They want kids. But they don’t want to have to care for them exclusively. They want to have sex. But they want the right to claim it was rape if the guys don’t call them in the morning. They want men who will care for their kids. But they won’t let the men care for their kids because they don’t do it properly, and they reserve the right to bitch that the men don’t do anything to help.

Come to think of it, women have no idea what they want.

My ever-intelligent son made mention of this:

male issues left unattended to by a society scrambling to shore up the problems of its majority. Check the fucking census. There are more women than men. This societally enforced sexism is that of a majority against a minority.

This calls to mind that there was a essay about… maybe five or six years back about how serious testicular and prostate cancer were, comparatively speaking versus Breast Cancer, and the fact that while for every one woman that loses a tit to cancer, six men fucking die from those cancers that receive no sponsorship, no commercials, no public education, and little in the way of government funding and awareness.

I’m a guy. I don’t particularly like or even care for ‘Feminists’. Well, unless by ‘Feminist’ you mean ‘extra feminine’, but I don’t think you really mean that. Personally, I’m chauvinistic. Not in the sense where I’m an arrogant in your face asshole, beating you down with my terrible testosterone-powered pants paladin of perpetual pleasure; (haha, think I’ll save that for my own Zimmer) but instead along the lines of clearly delineated roles. In my mind, girls are, well, girly, and guys are, well, guys. I don’t know whether or not it’s a bad thing or even if it’s a good thing, but that’s my own particular perspective. I don’t care if you’re fucking empowered, or if you’ve got a goddamn diamond clitoris. You’re a girl, stand over there and look pretty. Do ‘girl’ things. I don’t mean cook and clean and fucking watch the ballsweat from my fucking drawers, I can do all that shit myself, and have been doing it for the past fucking decade. I mean fucking be a girl. Also, please make with the worship of the Terrible and Mighty sofa-sized sweaty sexual swashbuckler. (fuck, I’m on a roll with the zimmer shit. :3)

My point is we as men and you as women both need to shut the fuck up and maybe take everything back to formula. provided we can operate without grudges

Women carry grudges in their very genes. It’s a genetic imperative to hold a grudge.

we can start to come together and get along. Yin and Yang; alike, but different.

Final words from the women’s side:

As long as men cater to the whims and destructive nature of women, men will continue to bury their rage and become the sissy-boys women don’t really want. If you wish to help the woman in your life, knock out her front teeth. She’ll thank you after you’ve served your time.

Nestor Dissertation, Imported piece, Rant

For the record:

I love to drink beer. It’s so tasty. Not a fan of the pilsners, but ale, amber, stout, and a couple lagers (though IIRC, pilsners fall under the lager category) are always fucking tasty.

When you drink a beer, think fondly of me~

Also, if you hate beer, you’re stupid, your parents were stupid, and your children will be stupid.

Nestor Dissertation, Imported piece, Rant

I was listening to the radio here a while back, and this blurb came on over the station: “Democracy only fails when every voice is not heard”. implying, of course, that everyone should raise their voice and be heard.
A great idea and a noble one, to boot. However please refer to my earlier post on democracy and robots.

An Allegory:

Democracy is a society of robots. The robots all know pretty much how they should be governed, since they’re all robots. However, since they’re robots, they’re not terribly bright, and when it comes time for election, they elect for themselves a ruler. Not a robot, but instead, an iguana.

That’s democracy. Thanks for playing.

This tells us something crucial: That no matter how much the robots want to be heard, the iguanas won’t listen, understand, or even care. For fuck’s sake, they’re iguanas. why should they care about individual robot needs?
That’s democracy. Thanks for playing!

Furthermore, if one were to take it one step further one might see an amazing alteration in the U.S. Government and how our Iguanas are voted into office. the iguanas aren’t voted in by the robots. In fact, there’s a lengthy process that actually determines our iguanas and here’s the secret, the robots aren’t involved at all.

First, the robots elect several iguana to represent their state. This group of iguana then decide to elect another iguana with or without the robot’s permission. This new iguana’s responsibility isn’t towards the robots, but instead to voting in the Head Iguana, or President. For the sake of clarity we’ll call him the Purple iguana. So all the robots believe that they are in fact voting for the Head Iguana, but they’re not. What’s supposed to happen (theoretically) is the majority of the robot’s votes are tallied and the Purple Iguana then casts his vote for the Head Iguana the robots want most. In reality, what happens is the Purple Iguana is not beholden to the robots votes at all, so if the Robots vote for Head Iguana Candidate A, but the Purple Iguana is preferential to Head Iguana Candidate C, he then votes for Head Iguana Candidate C.

That’s right, the Purple Iguana Committee removes the functional votes of the Robots. What you then have is Iguanas that vote for Iguanas and the robots have no say in the Head Iguana vote at all.

That’s U.S. Democracy, thanks for playing.

Nestor Dissertation, Rant

It’s funny.

I didn’t believe in God until a guy on TV told me to.
I didn’t believe a faceless, sexless, shapeless, and nameless (except for ‘God’) being loved me until a guy on TV told me so.
I didn’t know I led a sin-filled and wicked life… until some guy on TV told me so.
I didn’t know that God needed my love and generous charitable tax-deductible donations to keep this guy on the air… until the guy on TV told me so.

Frankly, dude, I dunno what you’re selling, But I’m not buying.

Nestor Dissertation, Imported piece, Rant, Religion

Today I saw an article on Muslims and the Middle East, and all this Jihad crap everyone goes on and on about, and seems to have been going on about, at length, for some time now. To be honest, I can’t think back and remember a time without hearing that there was some form of shit (usually religion based) going on in the Middle East. I span several decades, mind you. Think aobut hat for a second. That’s a long grudge. It doesn’t start after nearly thirty years, this bullshit they have against each other apparently goes back hundreds, maybe even a thousand years. Everyone’s mutually fracked off about each other, and for what? God? their Church?

It’s time I stepped up on my Soapbox.

As I understand it, to be Muslim is to have a Charge, a Commission. “Go out and find those that are not Muslim. If they are not Muslim, get them to become Muslim. If they refuse, kill them.” Well, in extremist cases. But we’re talking about those extremists, right? Let’s direct our attention to this faith.

I believe, that to some extent, religion is a comfortable blanket that you wrap yourself in before going to bed in an eternal grave. It’s like breeding: a bulwark against mortality. People are afraid to die. We want to know what will happen to us after we die.

Hold the fucking phone right the fuck there.

If Religion is supposed to be a comfortable thing, something to soothe our fears, something that helps us come to terms with our short lives and even shorter ambitions, calms and comforts us against some of the frustratingly obtuse and aggrivating things this mudball of a planet has to offer us, Shouldn’t it also keep us from wanting to kill each other and stir the hive? Instead of kicking over anthills, shouldn’t religion be a personal experience? It should be something that brings you peace in the long watches of the night; Something that makes you feel more at ease standing in the line at the grocery store; or something that helps you sleep in a long trans-atlantic flight.

Those radical followers of a defunct and malignant religion, they’re not happy. They’re not at peace. They’re not comfortable. These people, for whatever reason, are fucked in the head. You want my opinion? There you have it. If you have to be a prick and be unnecessarily violent because your God(s) told you so, I say that you’re a fucking fanatic and whatever it is that you believe in, it’s not anything that’ll bring you or anyone else peace.

I think every major religious trunk out there has been responsible for a variety of atrocities, violence, and theocratic hate against those it determines to be “heathen”, and I think that again, violence spawned from religious intent defuncts and destroys any religious credibility. In other words, it’s all bullshit. (:D)

I’m not here to tell you what you should believe. I’m not going to beat you down because you’re Christian, Jewish, Muslim, or fucking Revival in the Holy Field with Mother Mary jerking off the Sacred Donkey in Tijuana. What I am going to do is I’m going to tell you that if you really believe, if you really have faith in (whatever), you’re not gonna be a prick about it. You’re not going to feel compelled to beat me down for the sake of something that is essentially a valium against death. You’re going to die. Deal with it.

My faith? My beliefs? I have faith that we will inevitably evolve beyond the need for comfort foods, comfort religions, comfort blankets and comfort zones. I believe that we all will evolve beyond archaic fear-based ideologies and will explore the human condition and achieve our next level in thought and expression. I believe that as long as there is science and art, mathematics, poetry and music, Philosophy and sculpture, discussion and passion, logic, reason and constructive emotive expression, there will be fucking progress.

Nestor: Hanging out in Tijuana watching Holy Mary and the Divine Donkey~

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