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American Empire

the believer requires no proof; for the non-believer, no amount of proof is enough

About Me

The Steps of Classic Tyranny:
Step One: Develop the need for never-ending war.
Step Two: Stage a nationalizing, catastrophic event that demands complete centralized power within the government.
Step Three: Find a group, or groups, to use as a focal point for national hate. These groups always include at least one major ethnic or religious group but ALWAYS include homosexuals, intellectuals, and opposition within The State. Anyone who opposes The State is deemed a traitor or a weak individual whose ideas will subject the country to destruction at the hands of the enemies.
Step Four: Abolish the existing Constitution, preferably replacing it with a form of martial law.
Step Five: Begin getting rid of societies enemies through forced labor camps, prison camps or speedy executions. This involves the complete dehumanization of all enemies, including torture, ridicule, beatings, indiscriminant killing, prolonged isolation, and starvation. All of this occurs without proper court proceedings, but usually involves “sham trials”.
Step Six: This is the final step, which involves the incremental ruin of the empire itself, usually resulting in economic and military collapse. A complete vetting of the once efficient infrastructure and health of the general populace. The entire world opposes the empire, gradually wearing it down, but the bulk of the damage is usually done by The State itself. As the policies of tyranny get more and more erratic, neither the economy nor the people can endure the insanity.
Me?I'm a cyclist that hates cyclists. You know the ones I'm talking about: The people that can't leave their fucking houses without matching spandex shorts and shirts. Give me a break. Are you into cycling for the grace and exercise, or are you like George Bush playing "dress up" on the deck of the aircraft carrier?
I'm a computer science student that is currently studying multimedia design. My multimedia project is an interactive cd about Forest Park. I draw and paint and sometimes write.
From the writings of Epicurus:
Is god willing to prevent evil, but not able? Then he is not omnipotent.
Is he able to prevent evil, but not willing? Then he is malevolent.
Is god both able and willing to prevent evil? Then whence cometh evil?
Is he neither able nor willing to prevent evil? Then why call him god?
I've been waiting for the comet to hit the earth, or for the mystery army juice to leak out of the drums and get into the water supply, so I can finally hunt zombies. I'm tired of waiting, and have decided to turn my attention to people that wear suits to work. I hope you can run in those shoes.
I'd like to know what that rattling sound is every time I turn off the water or flush the toilet. People say it's the pipes vibrating somewhere in the house, but I think it's a guy that has been sealed into a wall somewhere who always chooses that moment to try and signal for help.
Mankind is just about to receive a wakeup call. I'm not sure if it will be from our mother, a neighbor, ourselves, or all three, but it is overdue. So far we haven't slept through the big sales meeting yet, but our alarm clock has apparently been unplugged.
I have a very unique way of thinking. I haven't quite figured out what it is yet, but I know that I operate completely on my own level. I cannot be reprogrammed but I can be fine tuned. Any invasive attempts at messing with my proprietary code will be met with the blue screen of death. Perhaps this is why I get along well with Windows.
If you would like help with anything mundane such as widget counting or housecleaning, I would advise you to passify me with a steady flow of vodka and Redbull or some nice wine with intervals of coffee. I am lousy at doing monotonous things, but worse yet, I will have umpteen "EUREKA" moments, where I am so full of ideas that inevitably I will run back home to start some project of my own. So lock your door from the outside.
I've got outrage fatigue. I don't even know what to call it anymore: A sort of numbness that dumbs-down my rational thinking, so I don't continue to get angry until I just have a fucking stroke. I see all of this crap that this administration has gotten away with, too numerous to name - scandal after scandal, lie after lie, crime after crime, and...what is there to possibly say? There are people that actually believe that removing that worthless sociopath, Donald Rumsfeld, from office will be some kind of victory at this point. I say let him stay; he's symbolic of everything about this godless, sociopathic administration. Leave him there, hanging, like a tongue sticking out to remind all of us what kind of insanity we are enduring. It's like a nightmare that won't end. But better to be forced to see through cataract eyes than to wear those rose colored glasses.
And Americans are all so happy, and stupid, and asleep. No concept of the rest of the world, really, and no care. I read somewhere that under the current circumstances, in 50 years we will need 2 additional planets earth to keep up with our consumption as a nation. But we just keep consuming, and giving birth, and driving and consuming more. It's pretty frustrating to feel that everyone around you has no conscience or soul to speak of. Because, certainly I'm not alone; everyone, to some degree, has to realize that we are on a collision course with disaster. But I don't have this conversation with many people, in a way that it means something - in a way that shows that they give a shit. We, as a country, are too selfish, and the rest of the world cannot afford to be our toilet anymore.
I cycle as much as I can; it's my main form of exercise. This year I'm going to use it as my primary mode of transportation through the entire winter. I've got about 10 bus tickets, and that's all I'm planning on buying for the rest of the year. My car has ben rotting away in the driveway for a year now.
I love cycling; what can I say. At night, in the rain, in the early morning. You simply see the world differently from a bike. It's always peaceful and sort of awe inspiring, and you feel as though you are in complete contact with the world around you. You really know the weather and the seasons and the air and the sky more intimately than being stuffed into a car all the time. If you make a decision to commute via bike, you combine your exercise with your commute, so it's pretty efficient use of your time. Plus you have time to get ready for your day, mentally, and unwind on the way home.
You don't spend very much on gas, and that's a good feeling. When you consider that we now sacrifice our lives for corporations like Exxon - really, it's just foolish to not see the connection between the war in Iraq and oil - than it's a good feeling to know you're doing your part to turn down their product. If you doubt the Exxon connection, think of this: The oil fields are the only things in Iraq that are working smoothly. People don't have water, electricity or safety, still, after three years of this nonsense, but the oil never stopped flowing.
...and don't get me started on global warming.
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My Interests

I like almost everything: History, anthropology, art, psychology, connection, metaphysics, computers, astronomy, geology, reading, writing, philosophy, alternative medicine, cycling, conspiracy theories, people watching, not working, bad movie night, and all things concerned with laughing.

I'm not saying I know a lot about any of these subjects, but I love to learn. I simply do not understand people that are not fascinated by the world around them.

I'd like to meet:

Anyone that isn't a republican, and anyone that doesn't agree with the war in Iraq, the Patriot Act, or "free trade". Anyone that doesn't care about Ann Nichole Smith or Britney Spears or any of the other Hollywood drivel. People that actively tune out the media sources that refuse to report real news or important issues. Fellow cyclists, kayakers, art enthusiasts, movie lovers, trivia buffs, writers, and recovering assholes. Anyone that is deeply affected by writing, music and art, and knows of a place in themselves that is still full of wonder and enchantment that they are always trying to get back to...!

Music:

Waiting For The Worms
Ooooh
you cannot reach me now
Ooooh
no matter how you try
Goodbye cruel world
it's over
Walk on by

Sitting in a bunker
here behind my wall
Waiting for the worms to come
In perfect isolation
here behind my wall
Waiting for the worms to come

Waiting
to cut out the deadwood
Waiting
to clean up the city
Waiting
to follow the worms
Waiting
to put on a black shirt
Waiting
to weed out the weaklings
Waiting
to smash in their windows And kick in their doors
Waiting
for the final solution To strengthen the strain
Waiting
to follow the worms
Waiting
to turn on the showers and fire the ovens
Waiting
for the queers and the coons And the reds and the Jews
Waiting
to follow the worms

Would you like to see
Britannia America rule again my friend?
All you have to do is follow the worms.
Would you like to send
our coloured cousins
home again my friend?
All you need to do is follow the worms.

Movies:

Fight Club, Office Space, Jacobs Ladder, The Exorcist, Lost in Translation, Bowling for Columbine, The Talented Mr. Ripley, Blow, the Trials of Henry Kissinger, Casino, The Smashing Machine, The Life and Death of Peter Sellers, Annie Hall, The Dead Zone, The Big Lebowski (given), Goodfellas, Batman Begins, Rushmore, The Royal Tenenbaums, Vanilla Sky, The Godfather, Saturday Night Fever, The Hunger,

Television:

I like the daily show and adult swim.

Books:

Right now I'm reading the Confederacy of Dunces, a couple of Al Franken books, H.P. Lovecraft, Expanded Universe (for no apparent reason), On the Road and an occasional magazine. I've got a *cough* little time on my hands.

Heroes:

Tom Waits, Jimmy Page, Philip K. Dick, George Orwell, Willie Nelson, Jack Kerouac, Bill Hicks, Philip Seymour Hoffman, John Darnielle, and Gore Vidal. ..

My Blog

Mayor of ghost town

I've finally found a job worthy of my talents. How do I get to be mayor of a ghost town? Who votes? What does the ballot consist of...tumbleweeds? Ouji board? What kind of opponent would I face; the ...
Posted by American Empire on Fri, 26 Jan 2007 11:21:00 PST

pulling in low

Yeah....I'm feelin it. This has been a horrible month for me:  I've been living off the very last of my rations, which means I've been eating like a prisoner of war. I had a chocolate bar the oth...
Posted by American Empire on Wed, 24 Jan 2007 12:45:00 PST

a new year poem

I want it to be goneburned in a glorious firethis bizarre yearthis useless, floating chunkof untouchable strangenessi've been watching everyonego completely insanereaching it's apex in 2006with saliv...
Posted by American Empire on Sun, 31 Dec 2006 01:43:00 PST

Bloody 'ell

While you read this, imagine everything being read to you by someone with their nose plugged. It doesn't have to be me doing the reading, it could be John Hurt.So I'm sick. Lots of people I know have ...
Posted by American Empire on Sun, 17 Dec 2006 12:51:00 PST

finals week and the best dream ever

I worked as late as I could on a couple of websites for class last night. As soon as I got the last one finished, I just happened to open it in Explorer (I had been using Firefox as my browser). Sure ...
Posted by American Empire on Tue, 12 Dec 2006 11:31:00 PST

I want to be famous

I want to be famous, but only for one reason:  Fan art. That's right, I want people to make lame drawings and horrid paintings of me. God they're awful...awfully funny.Of course, when it comes to...
Posted by American Empire on Tue, 28 Nov 2006 01:44:00 PST

weather update

I biked in that fantastic windstorm on 11/15. Going in to school I was impressed by how easily the bike cut through the gusts. I would stop at a light and get battered around pretty hard while trying...
Posted by American Empire on Sat, 18 Nov 2006 12:04:00 PST

my first haircut

Holy sweet mother of god there are some ugly pages on this site. I'd like to see some of these people's houses, for chrissake. Neon purple with the Christmas tree in the window year round, covered in ...
Posted by American Empire on Thu, 16 Nov 2006 04:15:00 PST

forty

I turned forty yesterday. It was hard to get out of bed. I slept in, not knowing how to feel, but eventually I just got up and went on with my day. It was uneventful. I went to my life drawing class, ...
Posted by American Empire on Fri, 10 Nov 2006 12:45:00 PST

hit and run outside the burrito stand

My mom and I were leaving the burrito place (I don't remember the name, which is sad; it wasn't Ole Ole, it was the other one) and I was driving her pristine Dodge Super Caravan. I had to pull into th...
Posted by American Empire on Mon, 06 Nov 2006 01:56:00 PST