To you, my love, or me, my pain

I was an open book. You read me, and threw me away. I'm sorry there isn't more. You don't want there to be more. If you ever want to read again, just pick me up. I am right where you left me. In the trash.
I can't be any more open to you. You can't be any more recluse to me. If you no longer fear what the pages say, then pick me up again.
I will remain here until someone else comes and takes me away. May I grab them like I could never grab you. May I mean enough to them that they pass me along, and not abandon me. You don't want to hear it. If you could even pretend you cared you wouldn't have slammed me shut so hard.
It is ok. This is life. I will suffer. You will play. Maybe another day.

"There's a pile of dead horses, somebody get the bat" or "I am like a hella cool poet "

Commit war and repent. I imagine. This passion is beyond the scope of understanding. My what a taste of life! Lie down for me, as I have for you. Or may I throw you to the floor? It is hard I know. But it is good. This life is all we have. I have made it. There is no end, or it is always ending.

Behind the curtain a thousand crimes we could commit. Though none would be just the same. You cannot go halfway. All or none. Life or death. Truth or lies. Oh, but both hurt. Then it is only in the mind that the war is waged for on the battlefield is nuetral ground. Not a single shot has been fired and yet there are casualties on both sides. What the does "All's fair in love and war." mean? I don't see one bit of fairness. Or is that it, because I seriously doubt anyone wants to stand on a battlefield and march to his death. I shall be in the corner. It is honest and yet deceitful. The agreement to lie. To hold true to whims. Contrapositives and oxymorons I know not what I say.

So in this I must decline to engage. I most certainly could hide behind the corner, I already failed at a frontal attack. I am war torn, shell shocked. I have lost the taste for this conflict. Should it persist, my absolute love and devotion to life will drive me on towards victory or glorious defeat. For now I stand on what ground I have not lost. My pain, my pleasure surrounds me. This was my life I think. This is my life now. If I had to choose, perhaps I wouldn't have chosen pity. Sorrow for my enemy. It is the love of victory that would drive me on, but it is the love of my enemy that stops me. So I beg of my enemy. Come forth and face me. I am quite ready. I am quite worthy. Do not doubt my ability to destroy you. It is within my reach all that you hold sacred. It is within myself that I will not take it. I do want it. So try. I dare you. I promise you the most glorious defeats you could ever obtain. I promise you dreams you couldn't tell your Grandchildren.

Or is this the game? Must I be the violator of the treaty? If this is the truth, then so is my promise. Although I am willing to die on foreign fields, humiliated and lone, I will always play by my own rules, I will not lie. I will not cheat. I will not steal. You need only say, "You can't lie, cheat, or steal" and I will do so in spite of you. I can lie, I can cheat, I can steal. All is fair in love and war.

My computer's battery will die in 8 min.

You can bet I've stressed myself into a corner. I think I'm in love, that's never happened before. Though it may just be a desire for change. I am trying to not fuck up everything, and I was so close to completly destroying myself. Oh the irony, I can't even fuck up without fucking up my fucking up. 8 min.? I vanquished all the summer mold that had invaded my house while I was underway. I ate noodles and Kim chi for Thanksgiving, and subsequently pissed off too many people doing it. Jesus fucking Christ, you live like a king eat what you want get fat and happy nobody cares, you try to eat healthy and everybody has an oppinion as to why you should act another way. Like when my dad got endless shit for his Atkins diet, which worked By The Way. He lost 30 pounds and has kept it off for two years. Still 8min.? No way, my computer's lying. I want to say much, but whatever. I added a bunch of photos. Not a lot of photos exist of me, I'm usually the one with a camera. 7min. Everytime I think about drinking I remember my Mom, and then I say, well I won't drink THAT much, then I remember Ayn Rand, and I think, Fuck drinking I should be writing or discussing, or building shit, but I'm a little lazy so then I just feel bad, and want a drink, then I feel worse. 6min. Its not all bad, I have butt loads of money because I don't blow it on alcohol. Time's up. I said, and I meant it. I love her, but I won't let the bitch kill me with her sadism.

Last

My last day in Hong Kong
I don't think I'll be going back. Not in the Navy anyway. My last day in Hong Kong I was on duty, I had shore patrol, and I wrote the previous post. Our SP group consisted of Ens. Kirk, STG2 Schlittler, OS1 Means, and me. We were supposed to be out from 1700-0200. We didn't get off the fleet landing until 1830. A quick walk through Wan Chai showed that there were no sailors getting plastered just yet, so we went to a restaurant in a little district I never heard of, Lan Kwai something. Anyway we sat around for an hour listening to a couple drunk Limeys talk about business. At about 2000 we went back to the "Wanch" as alcohol swilling sailors who love Yokos "Honch" district called it. We went into a strip club that claims to be the first in Hong Kong, and was featured in the James Bond movie "The Man With The Golden Gun." The owner said it was closed until he realized we were Navy and wanted to know when our ship was leaving, apparently he thought we were already gone and he had let his strippers go for the evening. Next we went to a horribly noisy night club called Neptune II Disco Club. They played mostly Lil Jon, and their in house band stank it up every hour or so. Ms. Kirk decided we would post here, and she went to sleep. I got bored and started talking to the people at the bar. I met a man who used to be an EM in the Navy and he was there with his wife and daughter. He kept trying to offer up his daughter to me, and pondering about my drinking only Coke unitl he realized I was on duty and such shenanigans were for another night. Another guy I talked to was from Stockton! He said he owned a restaurant on March in the Venitian Plaza back in '83. He pointed out that the whores that filled this club were all hot and weren't frowned upon because everyone around here is Buddhist. They figure things are the way they are and that's that, whether the girl next to you is a prostitute or a bartender doesn't matter. I hadn't realized all the women there were prostitutes, but I knew some had to be, you just don't get rows of beautiful women standing around for hours doing nothing any other way.One by one the prostitutes got picked up by well dressed older men, they danced and drank. We just sat there. We left around midnight and checked out the other bars, all the sailors had left if they had been there at all. Normally there would be most of the ship getting drunk at Joe Bannanas but this was the last day and E-5 and below had to be back onboard by 0100. We did manage to find a group of Junior officers who were quite trashed, they were all in a festive mood, festive enough for STG2 to get several entertaining photographs. My favorite line from one of the JO's ramblings was "That Ensign Areola chick really knows how to grind." They apparently weren't done partying so we all went back to Neptune. Shore Patrol stood around and watched them dance. I was in the back just aching to go to bed and some prostitute thought I needed attention, so she grabbed me by my cheeks and made me smile. Of course the smile didn't last, even if I did find standing around watching drunk sailors dance entertaining, I was more sleepy than could be countered. This didn't deter her and she kept whispering stuff into my ear. She even tried to get me to drink her liquer, not my own glass, her mostly drunk one. She aimed the strw at my mouth and had me against the wall, so I obliged. It was so watered down it makes me believe she was more of a "Buy me a drink girl." Maybe the club gives watered down drinks to the prostitutes and rips off the guys buying the drinks, I guess it makes sense, that way the prostitiutes are welcome to hang out in the club to pick up men, the guys can act like they are picking up real women, and just getting lucky, and the club makes lots of money from this. Around 0130 we left and went back to the ship.

Pefection

For you I spent my days in a house.

I felt your warmth underneath the sheets and knew that this was all I wanted.

You were there for me, and I was there for you.

We were the means to our own ends.

But you wanted more

I wanted more

You did not ask, and neither did I.

For 2 weeks this went on.

I am not perfect, you know.

I did not think you were either.

But I could not desire anything but you.

We parted when we had to.

I just wanted to let you know, though we hardly spoke, I remember your voice.

Though we hardly touched, I remember your skin.

Though I hardly dared to look deep into your eyes and feel the burn of all my flaws and desires battling in the glimmer of you, I remember you, and I am happy.

I Feel a Rant Coming

Kanye West. Lord of War. Thanksgiving. Fuck it. I went from being a Green to a Republican because of a man named Michael Savage. I am no longer a “Republican” but so much more. Dr. Savage inspired me to question that which is glazed over. Dr. Laura inspired in me defined morality.



Fuck you Michael you god damn hypocrite. Fuck New Orleans. Die. Similarly fuck you Kanye West you dumb fuck. If George Bush hated black people Miss Rice would only be a sad Republican mentioned as a fool in an old issue of Rolling Stone. NO SHUT THE FUCK UP! Racists don’t hide their Racism by doing non racist things. It is the essence of action that defines reality. The act defines itself. Woodrow Wilson hated black people. Democrats hate black people. I hate Kanye West.



Michael Savage let me down these last few weeks. He has gone against the philosophy of life and held idols as gods. Christianity doesn’t need “under God”. Politics need “under God” In the media I have only heard reference to Objectivist once, ever. An Objectivist was trashed by Michael Savage who claimed he worshiped Ayn Rand. Michael Savage’s contention being that Rand was a Russian therefore must have been a Socialist. What? Way to go with living up to my expectations that you not glaze over small details like what Ayn Rand devoted her life to, before insulting a man on national air because you’re so upset about “under God” being contested by “The people’s atheist” Michael Newdow. You cry for the wire-tapping of every Mosque in the Nation. You have lost it. Fuck “under God” and not because it’s religious, but because it’s political. It was added to the Pledge of Allegiance in the fifties by an act of congress. It makes me sick to think I had to recite that shit because politics demanded it.



New Orleans isn’t worth the cost. Our shitty government is going to give the equivalent of $200,000 per person to New Orleans. Sounds like they all won the lottery. Meanwhile the rest of America will go into recession. I’m one who doesn’t believe in any sacrifice, but saving a “Sinful” city at the cost of an entire nation is beyond retarded. New Orleans won’t be a city in a couple hundred years anyway. The whole area has been steadily falling into the Gulf. Fuck the levies; I’m talking about the Gulf of Mexico. It will wash away all of it.



I do suppose its Bush’s fault that the rescuers couldn’t come in sooner, because Bush didn’t order Daisy Cutters to be dropped to clear out the armed looters. The argument is that the President of the United States didn’t get a bus a drive into New Orleans BEFORE the levies broke and miraculously persuade every man woman and child to leave. Because it IS AFTER ALL the President’s job to save people from floods. Wait no I am mistaken, it is the President’s job to force every Mayor in America to spend everything possible to protect every city in America from every possible NATURAL DISASTER. And to send all of Earth’s natural resources to a disaster ridden area and miraculously dodge bullets Matrix style as looters celebrate. Federal agents should be paid $50,000 a year to live in boats on wheels on the edges of every city in America with millions of dollars of emergency supplies in case the Mayors' endless budgets don’t prevent temperatures from changing, the seas from rising, the rain from falling, the wind from blowing, the continents to shift. In fact we should just stab everyone on Earth and use their blood and guts to build a bridge that the New Orleans refugees can use to cross in and out of Texas. Then we should give Texas to the New Orleans Refugees, and send the current residents to New Mexico.



Never mind the fact rescuers got into New Orleans FASTER than they did in previous devastated areas, despite the looters, the constant problem of water, and complete lack of “government”. They were ‘too slow’. An entire city went under water, and less than one percent of its people died.



When I was living in San Francisco I was poor. Really poor. My meals were free at school so all we needed was dinner and a place to sleep. All my clothes were Goodwill. All the places I slept were “goodwill” as well. We slept in living rooms, shelters and hotels. The “Covered Wagon” was a classic, located in what FOX 2 called the most dangerous area in San Francisco, the CW is better known for its first floor live music bar, the second floor is painfully aware of this. Every day was a challenge, where will we sleep, how am I going to scrounge up $1.10 to pay for the bus for my brother, sister, and me? We had no stable location, save one, the library. I would meet my family at the Parkside Library because it was near our schools. For consistency’s sake I’ll say my mother told us in the event of emergency we were to proceed to the library no matter what, so we could come together, and leave town. We were poor as fuck, but that wouldn’t have kept us from getting out of dodge. To the discredit of New Orleans even I new it was below sea level and to be sure my Mother would have made our meeting point above the water line. I’m just saying being poor isn’t an excuse to be stranded in a city. If you have legs, walk or swim. In this library I certainly didn’t do a whole lot of homework, hence my being in the Navy, not college. I did read. I read more books in that library in two years than all the books I had ever read in the 16 previous years. One of the books I read a little was “Lies My Teacher Told Me” Which I recently purchased. The book reveals to those fortunate enough to gaze upon it that our history books are written like the Pledge of Allegiance. Columbus not only didn’t discover anything, but he committed genocide. He completely depopulated Cuba and Haiti in his conquests of 1493. I have been fortunate enough to learn that pre Euro intrusion into America, the population was about 20 million. The plague from Europe wiped out 95% of the people, and the Pilgrims killed the rest with poisons and guns. Thanksgiving is a celebration of racist, immoral “God –fearing” Europeans raping and pillaging and enslaving. Woodrow Wilson hated black people, in fact he hated everyone who wasn’t a white male, and even then they had to be American born and proud of it. Wilson so thoroughly waged war on the people of South America that there wasn’t a year of his presidency that didn’t have Marines killing foreigners. He forced communist dictatorships into power. His successors had to adopt what was known as a “Good Neighbor Policy” to counter act Wilson’s wrath. Helen Keller was a raging communist; she even helped found the ACLU. At the start of the Russian revolution she screamed support for the Reds, while Wilson sent Marines to die in Vladivostok fighting in a foreign country’s civil war. What does this have to do with anything? It all relates to me. I see that not only is our country built on lies, but can’t wait to destroy itself to save stupid poor people. I see the people I thought were sensible aren’t even in the ballpark. I used to think the US had a good 200 years left in it. Now I see America never was, and can’t wait to prove it.



Meanwhile I got the “Lord of War” monkey on my back. It was an intense movie. I don’t doubt its claimed level of veracity, but its conclusions are left unquestioned. I must question them. Because it is yet another anti-gun movie. This time a really good one. I am excessively pro-gun, I believe eight year old should be able to own AK-47s, I believe civilians should be able to possess RPGs. I see no limit. Arm everyone. BUT, this movie makes a strong case against such a venture. Enough to keep me quiet for two days. I am after all an Objectivist, and I do value truth above all. I thought about where Nick Cage’s character went wrong. I easily defined his immorality of being adulterous and a liar. But the selling of guns to killers isn’t clear cut. Moral standards dictate that a man of justice would not sell weapons to men who clearly intend to use them in immoral ways. The conclusion I made is that I would have been with Cage through it all until he fucked over his brother to save his own life and make money. I contend that a man of justice would have refused to sell the weapons to men who were about to slaughter other people. The conflict was that the murderers would have killed Cage’s character if he didn’t sell them the weapons, but a rational man wouldn’t have put himself in such a situation. For arguments sake if such an unfortunate event did occur where my hypothetical moral arms dealer where faced with such a decision, this person should have acted nether like Cage’s character, nor his suicidal brother, instead he should have casually walked over to the merchandise, armed himself, and taken his chances, even if his own death is the result. I don’t believe in sacrifice, nor do I believe dying while defending your morality is sacrifice. I do believe guns are objects of men and they are neither good nor evil, but can be used for both. I support the moral use of weapons. I guess I would be the “Mr. Wise” character who curiously shares my last name. Although his decisions later in the movie completely contradict his original declaration of standards when he said, “Choose sides.” I say choose sides as well, but on a smaller more infinite scale, 0 or 1, 1 or 0. Individual all the way.



This about wraps up this horrible rant, I really only wrote it to kill time while my stupid ship pulls in. I can’t believe I have to wait ashore. It’s actually more frustrating than when I’m onboard waiting to pull in. Here on shore I have freedom taunting me. I can see it but I can’t touch it, I just wait and wait.

Social Culture vs. Individual Culture

Social Culture vs. Individual Culture







Cultures can be broken down all kinds of ways and re-arranged and categorized and blown up. In fact culture is an arbitrary word that means almost nothing and applies to anything. If for example I happen to be in a certain division on a certain ship that routinely practices eating babies, well that’s a culture. And if the babies are always fresh, compared to other divisions on the ship that sometimes eat rotten babies, well that’s what we learned folk call “cultural diversity”. Social culture is what I call any culture ascribed to a person, and people that is purely aesthetic in nature. Not the culture itself, but the ascribing, in fact I should probably rewrite these sentences so that when I read them later they make sense. Individual culture is practiced by individuals in groups. That is people who chose to be a part of a culture. For an example, the chief of my division is practicing his individual culture when he eats babies. I don’t eat the babies, but because the people around me do, I am a part of a social culture of baby eating. If none of this makes sense tjofghjvg,,











I call it Social culture because I hate it like I hate Socialism







If you were born in America you are an American. Americans eat white bread, buy stuff, and are Satan. You may not necessarily do any of these things but you are still an American. Because when your mom squirted out a pile of goo that included lumps of meat that eventually came to be your limbs, she did it in the current legal border of the United States. Magical United States beams then filled you with American culture and your fate was sealed. Enjoy your white bread Yank.











As if this weren’t enough. You are then educated on maps of America that show the US floating in a white background by itself with Alaska and Hawaii close to the California coast. You see when business men in Hawaii overthrew the Queen and made Hawaii American property, it floated to its current position 80 miles west of Los Angeles. Of course it was still invisible at the time, just like Puerto Rico. Until the fateful day when the Congress made it a state and it appeared all of a sudden on projectors across the legal boundary of America. After your daily dose of Pledge of Allegiance (because being born in America is a legal and spiritual contract that you belong and therefore must either stay American, or break your unwritten word) you are told that other people exist in this world. They sucked, so we killed them, at various times for various reasons. For example, when Mexico wouldn’t call upon the Gods of border lines and redraw it to have America look bigger, we killed everyone in our path to the capital. I say we, because anyone who ever did anything in America ever is a part of us, and only us. No one in Mexico is a part of us, that’s why its “we killed them” not “we killed us” or the unthinkable “They killed them.” Should you decide to break the binds of your contract and join another culture that is defined by its natural or political boundaries, you are forever branded with the “American” title. As anyone or their Great, Great, Great, Great, Great Grandchild is eternally tacked with the previous boundaries they occupied. For example I have a friend who is African-American because 200 years ago somebody blood (therefore eternally) related to him probably lived somewhere in the fluctuating boundaries of Africa. I say probably because we all just assume he’s African-American, he’s definitely American, because I can see him, and anyone who isn’t American is invisible, but the African part we deduce from his black skin. And by black, I mean more plentiful in melanin than my Filipino friend. Of course since America is the most important country in the world, anywhere you go to live you will always be American. For example if I gain citizenship in Japan, I am not an American-Japanese; I am an American with Japanese citizenship. It should also be noted that any place in America you are born defines what kind of American you are. For example, I was born in Stockton California, therefore I will always be a Californian, and in California I will always be a farmer. I haven’t actually farmed before, but Stockton is surrounded by farms, so anyone from Stockton gets farm waves injected into them at birth.







Anything associated with anything associated with you is you. For example, Tupac Shakur did stuff that others called rap. Rap consists of saying words, and sometimes rhyming them, usually accompanied by other indefinable sounds. Although the definition is shaky and rhymed words can by accompanied by sounds, and even be said by Tupac and still not be called rap, but rap still exists physically. So because he said the words with the sounds that others called rap, and my African-American friend is black, it’s a part of his culture. My friend doesn’t like rap, but I do, I am not black so I am an outsider. I will never belong, I grew up listening to Snoop and Biggie, always humming the words I wasn’t allowed to say, but you understand don’t you?







Food is real. And is a part of culture. For example, if I take corn and mash it up into a ball and spit on it, and mash it, and spit on it and mash it some more, then fry it and eat it, I am eating South American food. If I take the corn and boil the shit out of it, then dry it out, then mash it, I am eating American food, but more specifically “Southern food”. And if I take the corn whole and throw it in a microwave for 15 seconds, I am eating Ramon food, which is neither here nor there, but I suggest you try it, Ramon made a believer out of me.







I hope this explains social culture in a manner so fucked up and incomprehensible that you come to realize, this is the nature of social culture, and anyone that can try to claim any of the shit I spewed is tangible and not arbitrary (except for Ramon food which is awesome) is either a fucking moron or a liar.







Individual culture is un-American







If I decide to build houses for a living, regardless of who or where I am, I must first learn how to build houses, and then build them. The next thing might be to go where people like houses built and spend time there. I might even spend time with people who A. Have houses, or B. Want a house or several, simultaneously. Thusly I would be in an individual culture of house building. My eating habits would consist of food native to places that are near where I build houses. My hands may become callused and worn, to the point I would routinely wear gloves. I may try to avoid losing toes by wearing steel toed boots, and may enjoy pockets in my sturdy pants and shirts. I may also wear a hard hat. I would try to keep clean, but it would be hard and I wouldn’t be inclined to eat out, or go shopping before I showered. I may start to speak louder and more hoarsely while simplifying my vocabulary all to enhance my building of houses. I am in an individual culture, shared with others, not others exactly like me, but others whose actions help me, or my actions help them, either way a culture is formed, I chose it, and it consists entirely of my preferences, not arbitrary lines in the sand, ways of cooking, or skin color.







Truth by its very nature is simple.

How to Ruin North Korea

How to Ruin North Korea




History

Many historians believe the reason the Japanese surrendered wasn’t because the U.S. nuked them, but because the Russians were about to invade.



The Japanese knew exactly what would have happened if the Russians took over. They had seen what happened in Europe, they had seen what the Russians did to the Koreans, the Koreans weren’t even the Russians enemies and tales of mass murder and raping and pillaging made its way across the sea.



The Russians weren’t the only ones fighting in East Asia, and America got its piece of the Korean pie too. So began the salvation of the South, and the destruction of the North.



Stalin took a liking to Kim IL Sung. They went to parties, drank vodka, killed people, Stalin was the master, Kim the apprentice. When Stalin finally released Kim into the North, it was with the knowledge that Kim would re-unite Korea under the Red Flag.



Relying heavily on Russian and Chinese money, goods, weapons, military, and man power, the North Koreans tried to fulfill their greatest goal, enslaving all the people in the Land of the Morning Calm. America stepped in and General McArthur stomped the North with a powerful push from Pusan and an amphibious incursion into Inchon. McArthur spilled the gut of Kim’s force, and then pushed north until North Korea was defeated. Alas this was a war for Socialism, and the Chinese and Russians pushed back.



Despite America’s great military prowess, her politics are that of a beaten dog and when McArthur said, ‘Let’s go to China’, America said, ‘No let’s just puss out instead.’



So the ground they had gained was lost for fear of hurting the Chinese government’s feelings.



Pussy whipped, the liberating force became the defensive force and fell back to the south. There the frontline stayed.



Today North Korea is an exemplary Socialist state achieving the greatest level a Socialist country can have, utter poverty, and barely maintaining life only through massive amounts of donations from Russia, China, and quite sacrificially, South Korea and the U.S.



Give a man a fish, and you feed him for a day. Teach a man to fish, and you feed him for a lifetime, unless the man is a Socialist, in which case he’ll proceed to keep asking for more fish.



I have a solution, to ruin this great Democratic People’s Republic of Korea without firing a single shot. Send in the Mexicans.



“I will not initiate the use of force”



Of course the US military could annihilate North Korea in a day, well two days, one to get there, the other to do the whole “taking over”. Here is a plausible log of this hypothetical day;



0700 FIRST CONTACT WITH NORTH KOREAN PATROL BOAT.

0701 DPRK SONG-JU PATROL BOAT SUNK.

0706 SIX FISHING BOATS WITH BOW MOUNTED MACHINE GUNS DO

SUICIDE RUNS ON THE USS JOHN S. MCCAIN.

0715 SIX FISHING BOATS SUNK.

0720 DPRK FRIGATES, NAJIN AND SOHO ALONG WITH ROMEO AND

WHISKEY SUBS DISEMBARK FROM THEIR PORTS.

0725 MIG-29S AND SU-7S TAKE OFF.

0745 THE FRIGATES AND SUBS THAT DIDN’T SINK FROM RUST HOLES

GET SWISS CHEESED BY CCSG5.

0750 USS KITTY HAWK SINKS (OPERATOR ERROR).

0800- 1000 F/A 18S OFF THE NIMITZ LAY WASTE TO PYONGYANG AS

WELL AS GROUND RADAR FACILITIES AND COMMUNICATIONS

SITES.

0900-1500 AIR FORCE BOMBERS FROM OSAN TURN EVERY DPRK

MILITARY INSTILATION INTO GLASS PARKING LOTS.

1545 CARRIER PIGEON FROM KIM JONG IL REACHES HIDDEN NUCLEAR

SILO.

1630 2 TAEPODONG IS, AND 1 TAEPODONG II LAUNCH.

1700* THE FIRST TAEPODONG I IRONICALLY DESTROYS THE

RUSSIAN /REDLIGHT DISTRICT OF PUSAN, BUT FAILS TO

DETONATE ITS NUCLEAR PAYLOAD

1710 SECOND TAEPODONG I FROM ITS COURSE AND SINKS A

CHINESE SUB THAT WAS SPYING ON JAPAN.

1655* THE TAEPODONG II INTENDED FOR TOKYO WAS PROGRAMMED

BY A KIDNAPPED JAPANESE SCIENTIST. IT PROMPTLY AND

QUITE SUCCESSFULLY OBLITERATED THE ONLY OTHER SILO IN

NORTH KOREA.

1900 THE LOCAL POLICE FORCES SHOOT ARROWS FROM BOWS AT THE

ARRIVING TANKS.

2000 THE MIGS AND SU-7S (WITHOUT FUNCTIONING RADARS)

FINALLY LOCATE THE STRIKE GROUP AND TRY TO LAUNCH STYX

MISSILES HALF THE MISSILES DETONATE BEFORE THEY

LAUNCH, THE OTHER HALF ARE DEFEATED WITH CONFETTI,

CONFETTI BLOWING IN THE WIND FROM A MILLION HAPPY

KOREANS.

2100 KIM JONG IL FLEES TO RUSSIA.

2200 KOREA IS ONE.



Of course none of this would happen because American politics wouldn’t allow it. This is why I propose ruining North Korea.



Viva La Raza



Step 1: Arrest every illegal Mexican immigrant in America and ship them via Carnival Cruise in San Diego, to Juneau, Alaska. There they will be given a choice, be a US government agent for minimum wage, or be let free into Canadia.



Step 2: 100% of the Mexicanos join and are C-130’d to a secret yet useless cryptologic facility in Hokkaido. Once there Navy CTIs along with actual Koreans teach the Mexicanos the Korean tongue.



3: Mexicanos are shipped to Vladivostok, Russia and are immediately welcomed by their brother Socialists. Then they proceed by foot into North Korea, where they apply for low paying jobs at community markets. Granted some Mexicanos will become disillusioned and try to abandon their mission, but Russia is way too cold and the myth that Chinese food in China is better than Chinese food in California will quickly dissipate.



4: Initially the North Koreans will reject these new people as each Mexicano will do the work of two starving North Koreans for half the pay. They will be bused back over the border and dumped off, but as soon as the bus leaves, they will walk right back.



5: Eventually the North Koreans will begin to accept the Mexicanos and start teaching both Korean and Spanish in the classroom. The absolute incongruity of the Mexicanos crossing the Russian border will quickly be ignored when Vicente Fox visits North Korea and thanks Kim Jong IL for being such a humanitarian. The Mexicanos will become citizens and get menial jobs all over the country. The Mexicanos will drive out the poor unskilled starving Koreans, who will risk death fleeing to South Korea, and China. This will piss off the South Koreans and China. Russia will also be pissed, because nobody likes them.



6: With Russia, China, and South Korea pissed, all funding to North Korea will stop. The Mexicanos will keep coming and the Koreans will continue to leave. At this point Kim Jong Il will find himself a King amongst foreigners in a land of no fruit. He will abandon his country to live in Mongolia. The Mexicanos will take over.



7: Soon after the takeover, hard to pronounce cities like Chaeryong and Kyomip’o will become easy ones like Mesa Verde and San Hector. The capital, Pyongyang will be called “El Ciudad de Nuevo Mexico”. And in turn, Kaesong will be known to most as “TJ.” A bastardized version of Socialism will develop until the Mexicanos remember why they left Mexico in the first place. That’s when the McDonald’s come in, and North Korea becomes the 51st state.



The End

Hate

I like what Rich Di Donato said about people who hate, so I'll paraphrase; "Jesus Christ was loved enough that people followed him for the rest of his life, and yet even the man who was without sin was hated enough to be murdered. If Jesus couldn't get everyone to like him, don't sweat it when someone hates you." I personally hate only a select few living people. Michael Moore, Fidel Castro, and Kim Jong Il. Maybe a couple more, I don't care. What gets me is when people hate me. Sure, I'm an asshole, but I only act like it to other assholes. I never insult people who aren't attacking me and I don't talk shit unless necessary. I am contrasting myself to Jesus in that, I'm not trying to get anyone on my side. I am a complete individual. I'm nowhere near "sinless" either, not believing in God or respecting religion at all are just too blatant examples. I dedicate this post to all that have managed to find some aspect of me that causes them to wish my death.

I love air. wind makes me happy. I love the sky, rain, snow, hail, sunshine and clouds make me happy. I love success, art and technology make me happy. I love humans, people doing things make me happy. I love life, thoughts, feelings actions and randomness make me happy. I love truth, objectivism makes me happy. I think objectively, therefore nothing I love is unconditional. I love writing, and doing so makes me happy. I only hate that which tries to destroy what I love, for I love it. What do you love? Am I trying to destroy it? If I am, I am happy. I love to destroy what I hate.

What is Right

The land we fought to give,

The men we killed to free,

The story we told to stop the motion.



Same old action is inaction,

The new inaction is destruction,

An atom could kill us all,

Why give a gun to a madman?



The money we made to burn,

The monuments we built to crush,

The concept we taught to end the will.



Truth is unknowable,

That’s a fact,

Nothing is real,

That’s so true.



The souls we stole to free the mind,

The mind we gave to free the life,

The life we gave to do it all again.



They are wrong but so are we,

Love will make it just,

Ends justify means,

As long as there are no ends,

Who is to say what is right?

What is right!



XXXXX



The battle for the mind has not begun,

The few have cried,

The many have died,

The thieves have found the key.



You have lost what they can’t have,

I had lost it to,

The teachers are never through,

But I got it back just for you,

And you spat at my name.







Those of us, who can see,

We scream the danger,

You respond with anger,

They mock us and kill you.



Those of us, who can see,

We make 1 and 1 two,

Those of us, who can see,

We die the slowest.

Heads up

In case you didn't notice, I am in the Navy. Not only that I am in the "Real Navy" which consists of never being in port for more than a month, and having more than 3/4 of each year spent at sea. The satellite Internet we receive is slow at times. On a ship we have few computers and I stand watch with a guy who insists on spending his entire watch trying to hook up with girls, even though he lives with his girlfriend. I am fairly important to my division, so all together I don't have a lot of time to write anything here. I assure you I have no intention of quitting on this blog. I like this blog, as my html skills slowly progress, and I can try them out, I can try out ideas, and communicate with all sorts of people. The internets nice like that, whereas I'm just as crazy in real life, most people act other than themselves (or lie as I call it) in the "real world". This is about where I would break off into a rant, but alas we are pulling into Hong Kong, and I have fucktons of maintenance and watchstanding to do, not to mention sweet sweet Dim Sum and the like to swell my gut, so until I think of something worth writing... read my old posts.

more like everyone else's blogs, as the posts go by

My ship is going to give us all Vaccina. Vaccina is the first vaccine ever made. It was developed by Louis Pasteur to be a vaccine for Small Pox. As you probably know, Small Pox no longer exists, except in two vials under the control of the U.S. government. And So, because the U.S. controls Small Pox, the Navy is afraid Terrorists will use it against us. I don't even want to get into how not possible or plausible or rational this scenario is. Small Pox isn't an airplane. Nobody gets to use it except "cleared" doctors who move it from one room to another. Even if Small Pox miracled it's way into terrorist hands, wouldn't they kill themselves first? Yes. Even if the "Terrorists" magically know how to handle a virus, that miracled it's way into their hands. Why would "they" use it? Releasing a virus hurts everyone. Flying planes into buildings, just pisses most people off. Sure some die, but Stalin killed more people, and Truman gave him a blowjob. My point is terrorists aren't trying to wipe out our species. Small Pox would kill billions. Anyway the real reason I'm pissed is, 1. I have to take this Cow Pox shot 2. It is guaranteed to make me sick 3. I "probably" won't die. Great. So I can rest assured knowing my violent vomiting, headaches, and blood and puss and weakness is only going to last a month. I'm glad they will give the whole ship the disease. So if we get attacked while underway (much more likely than getting Small Pox) we will all be so physically weak, the ship WILL SINK! I just don't want all the pain. The Navy thinks it should force me to endure pain now so I won't die at the same time as everyone else when the terrorists get their magic on the vials and use their magic to release it somewhere I'll be, even though I've been on one ship or another for over a year and the most dangerous place I HAVE EVER BEEN is Tijuana, and I was alone. We patrol peaceful waters surrounded by peaceful, quiet, sleepy nations, like Korea, China, and Russia. Sure things used to happen around here, but I can tell you everyone's asleep around here. Except the South Koreans, they are crazy paranoid, but that's another tale. So I who volunteered for the Navy MUST get sick. So I won't die later. My only value to the Navy is my ability to perform. If I VOLUNTARILY quit instead, they lose everything. I could just start acting like people around me, and not do anything, Objectivists would be proud of me. My point is, I am not the Navy's property. I may or may not get Small Pox. I will get Cow Pox, and get sick. I CAN just stop working and be worse than dead. My free will cannot be removed while my free movement remains. Fuck the Navy. Sure I sound like those bitches, who didn't want the Anthrax shot, but 1. Anthrax DOES kill people 2. What of it? The Navy will never "force" upon us random money to help us combat terrorism. I will never get to swallow any other pill except the one that makes me ill. This argument stems from the Navy's inherent socialistic structure. Except nowun ever scratches my back. I just work, get paid nothing, get money pulled out of my paycheck for "free" services, and work some more. I never get "benefits" I get no "Perks" I get only less than what I put in. I never get any "time off" just standard working hours. In three years I haven't missed one day of work, as far as these fucks are concerned I've been a very good Comrade. So all I want is to just not HAVE to puke for a month, to not HAVE to avoid contact with non virused people, to not HAVE to be careful to not touch the infected area so it doesn't spread. Oh well whatever, one more vaccine, or The Vaccine I should say. Vaccina, may you get me out of some late night watches! I'm a good comrade. The Navy knows this.