Where to begin?
Touched down in Manchester, NH yesterday and immediately set to a whole slew of errands that apparently do not let up even when one is unemployed and homeless. Like the phone. Kind of fell out of my pocket into a tidal pool up in Acadia National Park. It works. Sort of. But the camera is a complete wash. har har.
Last night I went to Tap Room Tuesday at Murphy's in Manchester to have my personal first meeting with the Free State Project members and friends. As is typical of any group of people that has been around each other long enough to establish roles in a particular social setting there was no welcoming smiles right when I walked in. In fact, most of the groups were so immersed in individual conversations around each table that I would not of known them to be free staters save for the fact that I asked. Though the diversity, and a couple of the conversations in particular were fantastic context clues.
The first welcome I received was from a rather stern faced young lady (her smile came later) who I am told is one of the bigger civil disobedience characters of the town. Aside from her deceptive stoic features she was easily one of the most receptive people I first encountered. From there I thrust myself into group conversations with instant success every time. I was concerned that I would walk into a wildly divergent group over minor differences. Specifically the divide that is wildly popular in forums between political activists and civil disobedience activists. While, there was talk and some heated discussion between the two sides, mostly they were all there to grab a beer and relax in good company. And relax they did . It wasn't long that from cool beginning reception before I was being immersed in new faces, names, attitudes, aspirations all eager to welcome a new companion in the fight for liberty. They were helpful, interesting, vivacious, and everything I could of hoped for out of a first introduction with the liberty movement.
If people aren't willing to socialize then they won't be willing to participate, and there was a lot of socializing. Though invited to after events, sadly I had to abscond off to Portsmouth in search of employment. I'm happy to say I like the feel of this town.
Manchester was a lot like Ft. Wayne, IN (my hometown) in feeling. More so than I expected. While Portsmouth has a much, much older feel. The downtown is a bunch of twisty, thin streets with brick buildings that mostly predate 1900. Oh, and it's by the ocean....awesome. I got to see though, what the activist scene is like there. More in a bit.
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Philadelphia Ho!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bV5GUMaDa0k
Ironic part. I'm in a starbucks...right now. For free be the internet. Suck it airlines.
Ironic part. I'm in a starbucks...right now. For free be the internet. Suck it airlines.
Saturday, August 28, 2010
San Francisco Diversion
My internet time is limited to running between flights right now, so I'm not sure yet how to connect youtube to blogger...any assistance would be of the upmost levels of awesome. Until then...copy & paste.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rVTSXqFrXJw
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rVTSXqFrXJw
On the move
The first video has been on YouTube for a week now, but I haven't tied it to the blog...oops. Plus, my belief in WiFi being rampant apparently doesn't apply to the airports I've been in for the better part of this week. That is...w/o charge. And I'm unemployed now. I am not paying 15 federal reserve notes for 40 min of intermittant service.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2VzpmqK7eNw
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2VzpmqK7eNw
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Revitalization Act
I am done.
Once upon a time (2 years ago) I had a choice. Two options in my mind of where to go now that my feet had touched dirt after being thrown up into university life for four years. I could follow the fancy of carnal desires and over-leveraged love or, I could fling myself into the complete unknown and follow my dreams of producing a more liberated portion of ground.
Well, it is two years later, and it's high time I give up on the first option and move onto the second. 'Bout damn time, too.
I am going to New Hampshire as a member of the Free State Project. I will arrive the week after labor day weekend.
I am not visiting first. I do not know anyone there personally. I do not have a place to land. I do not even frequent the online forums enough to be known. This is a horrible idea, and I could not be more excited.
Really, I couldn't. I'm on day 11 straight of twelve hour shifts, I don't have much emotional energies left. I'm working the kind of job that makes it abundantly clear for self-removal. @ 7 days/week, avg 60-70 hrs/week. (or 84 like the past two) you begin to lose touch with all the ones you love, no matter how much you fight. No matter how many nights you forgo sleep to stride the town and pretend you are not utterly alone.
Last week starting now. Hallelujah.
That was background, now two things I wanted to cover.
The first, I will be making vids and posting them of my trip and survival in New Hampshire. The whole idea I'm thinking is that if I can do it no job, no home, only connections being receptive free staters, basically nothing but savings and a smile, then anyone can. Believe me, I'll make this shit look easy.
Second, what the bloody ass crunch is the Free State Project anyways? Well, let me tell you, friend. It's an effort to concentrate liberty oriented people in one geographical location to cause the greatest effect on that area's (New Hampshire) society. I want liberty (to succeed or fail) and this is hands down the best way to get it in our lifetime that I can see. I'll go more into it in time, and vlogs, but suffice to say the entire effort is to get the people to New Hampshire. Once there, then you are free to do as you please. Around 1,000 have already made the move and there have been awesome going ons all across Southern New Hampshire in particular. Time to head that way, away from all this misery in Wisconsin. Check out for yourself at http://www.freestateproject.org/ or
or
Until the videos, I'm signing off.
Expect the first video sometime this week.....by next weekend. Editing material now.
Once upon a time (2 years ago) I had a choice. Two options in my mind of where to go now that my feet had touched dirt after being thrown up into university life for four years. I could follow the fancy of carnal desires and over-leveraged love or, I could fling myself into the complete unknown and follow my dreams of producing a more liberated portion of ground.
Well, it is two years later, and it's high time I give up on the first option and move onto the second. 'Bout damn time, too.
I am going to New Hampshire as a member of the Free State Project. I will arrive the week after labor day weekend.
I am not visiting first. I do not know anyone there personally. I do not have a place to land. I do not even frequent the online forums enough to be known. This is a horrible idea, and I could not be more excited.
Really, I couldn't. I'm on day 11 straight of twelve hour shifts, I don't have much emotional energies left. I'm working the kind of job that makes it abundantly clear for self-removal. @ 7 days/week, avg 60-70 hrs/week. (or 84 like the past two) you begin to lose touch with all the ones you love, no matter how much you fight. No matter how many nights you forgo sleep to stride the town and pretend you are not utterly alone.
Last week starting now. Hallelujah.
That was background, now two things I wanted to cover.
The first, I will be making vids and posting them of my trip and survival in New Hampshire. The whole idea I'm thinking is that if I can do it no job, no home, only connections being receptive free staters, basically nothing but savings and a smile, then anyone can. Believe me, I'll make this shit look easy.
Second, what the bloody ass crunch is the Free State Project anyways? Well, let me tell you, friend. It's an effort to concentrate liberty oriented people in one geographical location to cause the greatest effect on that area's (New Hampshire) society. I want liberty (to succeed or fail) and this is hands down the best way to get it in our lifetime that I can see. I'll go more into it in time, and vlogs, but suffice to say the entire effort is to get the people to New Hampshire. Once there, then you are free to do as you please. Around 1,000 have already made the move and there have been awesome going ons all across Southern New Hampshire in particular. Time to head that way, away from all this misery in Wisconsin. Check out for yourself at http://www.freestateproject.org/ or
or
Until the videos, I'm signing off.
Expect the first video sometime this week.....by next weekend. Editing material now.
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Plenty of Atheists Have a God
So, back in college, out came a poll stating Atheists as the most hated minority. Being that I was on a college campus I had plenty of "fellow" atheistic acquaintances. They ate it up. They reveled in degrading their fellow man for his fearful ignorance.
And in a way, I joined them, even though I am more of an agnostic. Bigotry and its practitioners should be funny and laughed at as much as possible. Laughed right off the face of the Earth.
However, the joke was on them, because the reality of most atheists is that they do have a religion. They believe in the the power of government. Hallelujah! Can I get a signed form and some back taxes?
To them it's magic, can do anything it say it can do, and if you genuflect and worship enough, you might just get a cushy position in its archdiocese as a ruler of men and morality. Like "Energy Czar" or "Chief of Police" or even, gasp, president.
That's why when I say things like, "Obama is no different than Bush and should be ignored, lampooned, disgraced, and seen for the society assaulting charlatan he is on any particular issue, these same happily most-feared minority in Amerika retort, "But he's YOUR president."
No. He's not. He's a one of millions of power abusing dickholes running around this landmass causing famine, death, and destruction across because of enabling assholes like you.
Just because its a law doesn't mean it can be done. The only thing the State can do is point guns and pull triggers. It can write a bunch of pretty words, but in the end they don't mean anything and never expect the clergymen of the state to abide by them. They don't, nor do they have to.
All regulations are about bigger companies weeding out their competition using the guns of the State. All litigation has no basis on any overarching document. The Constitution, exactly like the bible, is interpreted in whatever way the present judge or judges see fit. Arbitrary and inefficient at best, targeted and theiving of time, valuables and lives at worst. All legislation is a joke. "Lawmakers" don't even know what they are passing. They pontificate in the public eye and vote away ceremoniously everything you have.
Stop being an enabler. Stop supporting all levels of government. The State is not a God, the State is Heroine for power junkies. It cannot accomplish any goal you ask it to achieve, save for destruction. It does that with aplomb. Let them wither as they consume themselves from lack of YOUR support.
STOP WORSHIPING THE STATE.
And in a way, I joined them, even though I am more of an agnostic. Bigotry and its practitioners should be funny and laughed at as much as possible. Laughed right off the face of the Earth.
However, the joke was on them, because the reality of most atheists is that they do have a religion. They believe in the the power of government. Hallelujah! Can I get a signed form and some back taxes?
To them it's magic, can do anything it say it can do, and if you genuflect and worship enough, you might just get a cushy position in its archdiocese as a ruler of men and morality. Like "Energy Czar" or "Chief of Police" or even, gasp, president.
That's why when I say things like, "Obama is no different than Bush and should be ignored, lampooned, disgraced, and seen for the society assaulting charlatan he is on any particular issue, these same happily most-feared minority in Amerika retort, "But he's YOUR president."
No. He's not. He's a one of millions of power abusing dickholes running around this landmass causing famine, death, and destruction across because of enabling assholes like you.
Just because its a law doesn't mean it can be done. The only thing the State can do is point guns and pull triggers. It can write a bunch of pretty words, but in the end they don't mean anything and never expect the clergymen of the state to abide by them. They don't, nor do they have to.
All regulations are about bigger companies weeding out their competition using the guns of the State. All litigation has no basis on any overarching document. The Constitution, exactly like the bible, is interpreted in whatever way the present judge or judges see fit. Arbitrary and inefficient at best, targeted and theiving of time, valuables and lives at worst. All legislation is a joke. "Lawmakers" don't even know what they are passing. They pontificate in the public eye and vote away ceremoniously everything you have.
Stop being an enabler. Stop supporting all levels of government. The State is not a God, the State is Heroine for power junkies. It cannot accomplish any goal you ask it to achieve, save for destruction. It does that with aplomb. Let them wither as they consume themselves from lack of YOUR support.
STOP WORSHIPING THE STATE.
Friday, December 11, 2009
An impression of SOME tax dodgers.
There are only FIVE rules to tax dodging
1) Dodge
2) Dive
3) Dip
4) Duck
5) and....Dodge
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Disturbing Implication
Perhaps it is because the major writers of news and nonfiction are of the white collar world, or even denizens of Academia. Perhaps they enjoy a rather strangled myopic vision of the world, but I repeat myself.
I am surrounded by the detritus of the United States armed forces. I work in a factory and I can tell you that at least four out of five workers in that factory went through the military. Kind of ironic in a very subtle manner. I am not saying that this has changed their characters much. They act like the share a bond with each other that I can never be apart of, and that's exactly like a million other group associations I have witnessed. No big deal.
These same people (I almost said men, but there's a few women as well) I have overheard grumbling about what's going wrong with the country and how bankers and politicians are slowly running them through with a stick and fanning the flames of the fire beneath them. They're grumbling.
But is that a grumble of hope? I do not believe so. I had a rather denim bedecked fellow approach me today ranting about his version of the current state of affairs. The important note of which was that he believed that the military will follow the "Law" and tell politicians to take a hike before executing illegal orders.
To which I casually asked, "When was the last time Congress declared war?"
My question was ignored (aside: I loathe people ignoring my questions. It makes me want to stop the dialogue then and there) and he began to go on about how the military would never occupy America, which is as rich as German Chocolate Cake. I asked "Who was that I saw in the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina?" Ignored again.
He went on and fully flushed out his rant from its twisted little hole and I kept my peace. Sometimes, it's best not to counter the crazy too much lest you find yourself being eaten alive by ever gyrating winds of bugnutty.
Basically, the concern I have is that so many of these blue-collar, Amerikan as apple pie, workers believe in their military while not believing in the government. They grumble revolution, but seem to have faith in the exact Monster that an earnest revolt would need to shirk through charm or violence.
I know without a shadow of a doubt that the world is about to turn. The Amerikan Empire is in a rapid state of Decline. Rushing with breakneck speed to the edge of a cliff with the world screaming in the backseat and what not. What I hope is that as a forest fire clears the ground for new sprouts to be given a chance to become something a bit more substantial, so too can parts of this country find themselves back on the path of liberty/prosperity.
What I fear though is quite the opposite. As history warns, such times can be ripe for pied piper demagogues to speak to the people's fears and biding them to come with them to ever further social horrors.
The U.S. Military has every vested interest in the continuance of the FED to further the spending on its endeavors and the obedience to the whimsies of statesmen will not be pushed aside in some kind of heroic stand. The entire government apparatus is rife with corruption and blackened with gangrene to its very soul. Either we help it, and all it's tendrils die, or we risk letting it become the very last economic bubble: Where government swells to astronomical proportions, micromanaging every aspect of everyone's life, all spearheaded by the military, before falling to a million violent pieces.
I would truly like to avoid that, thank you. So let's all just go to a new land and get down and dirty in conceiving that land in Liberty, whilst bidding bon voyage to the United States and its disastrous disintegrating empire act in peace. New Hampshire, anyone?
I am surrounded by the detritus of the United States armed forces. I work in a factory and I can tell you that at least four out of five workers in that factory went through the military. Kind of ironic in a very subtle manner. I am not saying that this has changed their characters much. They act like the share a bond with each other that I can never be apart of, and that's exactly like a million other group associations I have witnessed. No big deal.
These same people (I almost said men, but there's a few women as well) I have overheard grumbling about what's going wrong with the country and how bankers and politicians are slowly running them through with a stick and fanning the flames of the fire beneath them. They're grumbling.
But is that a grumble of hope? I do not believe so. I had a rather denim bedecked fellow approach me today ranting about his version of the current state of affairs. The important note of which was that he believed that the military will follow the "Law" and tell politicians to take a hike before executing illegal orders.
To which I casually asked, "When was the last time Congress declared war?"
My question was ignored (aside: I loathe people ignoring my questions. It makes me want to stop the dialogue then and there) and he began to go on about how the military would never occupy America, which is as rich as German Chocolate Cake. I asked "Who was that I saw in the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina?" Ignored again.
He went on and fully flushed out his rant from its twisted little hole and I kept my peace. Sometimes, it's best not to counter the crazy too much lest you find yourself being eaten alive by ever gyrating winds of bugnutty.
Basically, the concern I have is that so many of these blue-collar, Amerikan as apple pie, workers believe in their military while not believing in the government. They grumble revolution, but seem to have faith in the exact Monster that an earnest revolt would need to shirk through charm or violence.
I know without a shadow of a doubt that the world is about to turn. The Amerikan Empire is in a rapid state of Decline. Rushing with breakneck speed to the edge of a cliff with the world screaming in the backseat and what not. What I hope is that as a forest fire clears the ground for new sprouts to be given a chance to become something a bit more substantial, so too can parts of this country find themselves back on the path of liberty/prosperity.
What I fear though is quite the opposite. As history warns, such times can be ripe for pied piper demagogues to speak to the people's fears and biding them to come with them to ever further social horrors.
The U.S. Military has every vested interest in the continuance of the FED to further the spending on its endeavors and the obedience to the whimsies of statesmen will not be pushed aside in some kind of heroic stand. The entire government apparatus is rife with corruption and blackened with gangrene to its very soul. Either we help it, and all it's tendrils die, or we risk letting it become the very last economic bubble: Where government swells to astronomical proportions, micromanaging every aspect of everyone's life, all spearheaded by the military, before falling to a million violent pieces.
I would truly like to avoid that, thank you. So let's all just go to a new land and get down and dirty in conceiving that land in Liberty, whilst bidding bon voyage to the United States and its disastrous disintegrating empire act in peace. New Hampshire, anyone?
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Clever in my lonliness
The Future came to Past
and asked
"Why not lose ourselves this Present?
He always regrets You
and never thinks of me."
and asked
"Why not lose ourselves this Present?
He always regrets You
and never thinks of me."
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Citizen's Creed
Our Father, who art in Washington
Government be thy Name
Thy Kingdom come
For thy will, we have done
in America as it is across the world
Give us this day our deserved social plot
and God forgive us for lapping at our Master’s hand
as we must condemn those who do not
Deliver us, Lords, from every Freedom
and grant us conformity in our day
may our chains set lightly upon us
and may posterity forget that we were the countrymen
of rebels, saints, and entrepreneurs
For Thine is the Kingdom, the Power, and the Glory
Now and forever, we call for your laws
With our gibbering, ravenous jaws
For we are Legion, and for the sake of decorum
May God forbid anyone know we might have lived
Government be thy Name
Thy Kingdom come
For thy will, we have done
in America as it is across the world
Give us this day our deserved social plot
and God forgive us for lapping at our Master’s hand
as we must condemn those who do not
Deliver us, Lords, from every Freedom
and grant us conformity in our day
may our chains set lightly upon us
and may posterity forget that we were the countrymen
of rebels, saints, and entrepreneurs
For Thine is the Kingdom, the Power, and the Glory
Now and forever, we call for your laws
With our gibbering, ravenous jaws
For we are Legion, and for the sake of decorum
May God forbid anyone know we might have lived
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
The plight of the 2nd shift
You work right when everyone else is relaxing. Now, I oscillate between immediate sleep after work and staying up till dawn, my body has never been beholden to a 24 hr cycle, but my time frame choices for social interaction lick the sweaty hairy ass hole of a Danish giant.
I can either stay up late when all are slumbering, drunk or crazy, or get up early when all are old, working or still asleep. Cursed missing trousers of Turin, I could use a chill hang out. Like where there's a small group of fairly diverse people who stop and let fall the weights of the world. And fucking bonfires.
I guess this loneliness is all the better to work on my writing. Which is actually going splendidly by-the-by.
I can either stay up late when all are slumbering, drunk or crazy, or get up early when all are old, working or still asleep. Cursed missing trousers of Turin, I could use a chill hang out. Like where there's a small group of fairly diverse people who stop and let fall the weights of the world. And fucking bonfires.
I guess this loneliness is all the better to work on my writing. Which is actually going splendidly by-the-by.
Monday, November 16, 2009
Flummoxed
This is the Carnival
All the Lights serve to make the Shadows darker
Witness the crowds cheer, clap, and dimly grin
Some knowing somewhere within of their sin
While you are herded once more and again
Into a quaintly decorated slaughter pen
This is the Main Attraction
Their smiles and genuflections dazzle
You are given to believe in your granted choice
So damn certain that they hear your voice
Above the roaring crowd, the mindless noise
All of them beholden to men of stilted poise
This is the Sideshow
Caged plastic demons & saints keep the herd on track
Talking heads in a square room espouse your thought
Terror here is sold, ignorance gleefully bought
Creating a net of lies, the Aware are caught
This is Behind the Curtain
Here the Masquerade just begins & the masks come off
The dazzlers are revealed as petty crooked men
Who seek & garner control through manipulation
Poisoning their species with short sighted action
Jumping in front of the parade to lead it to destruction
This is the Final Closing
Tents are alight burning hopes to guilty ashes
Hear above the crackle the Herd is bleating
The conductors hang to avoid their just beating
The remnant always survives by retreating
Into the future, while the present fire eats their empty seating.
All the Lights serve to make the Shadows darker
Witness the crowds cheer, clap, and dimly grin
Some knowing somewhere within of their sin
While you are herded once more and again
Into a quaintly decorated slaughter pen
This is the Main Attraction
Their smiles and genuflections dazzle
You are given to believe in your granted choice
So damn certain that they hear your voice
Above the roaring crowd, the mindless noise
All of them beholden to men of stilted poise
This is the Sideshow
Caged plastic demons & saints keep the herd on track
Talking heads in a square room espouse your thought
Terror here is sold, ignorance gleefully bought
Creating a net of lies, the Aware are caught
This is Behind the Curtain
Here the Masquerade just begins & the masks come off
The dazzlers are revealed as petty crooked men
Who seek & garner control through manipulation
Poisoning their species with short sighted action
Jumping in front of the parade to lead it to destruction
This is the Final Closing
Tents are alight burning hopes to guilty ashes
Hear above the crackle the Herd is bleating
The conductors hang to avoid their just beating
The remnant always survives by retreating
Into the future, while the present fire eats their empty seating.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Holy Bejeezus, I have a Submission
Holy Crab Cakes, this guy is a better artist than I. A four year old is a better artist than I. So this guy is far better than both....
Thanks Jay for the Submission. I'll be more than happy to post all good submissions. Be sure to send people to this blog to check out your work.
K, like a minuteman, I have a potato in the oven.
Side note: The Internet puts me in a state of awe that church never could.
Double Side Note: Are the fumes hitting the fan already what I sense from the Gov't right now?
Monday, November 9, 2009
Beware Future Roomates
Future Room Buddies Beware. I switch these randomly. Isn't that right Steve? Yeah that's right, try to gum my pepperoni pizza you mouthwash thieving bastard.
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Red Tape: A Horror Movie/Documentary of Delusion
As an aside, would people like more videos? I ask because the internal mic is dead for whatever reason on my comp and To do so would require me to invest in an external mic. So I leave it to whomever actually reads this to decide.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Quick Prediction
"Thin standard" for attractiveness in women has a negative correlation with economic wealth....for now. ergo, in the next decade expect the attractiveness standard to expand....just saying...peace out.
Sunday, November 1, 2009
IN TWO MINUTES
I will write as much as I can in two minutes.
First, I send my good will out to all those who are pushing hard for liberty in New Hampshire, especially the Keene liberty activists.
I am EXTREMELY happy for Free Talk Live and promise to become an amplifier as a part of my 24th b-day: Nov 9th. Remember remember the 9th of November...tee hee....damn food calls....I'm out.
oh yeah, still no one is betting me on previous post....
First, I send my good will out to all those who are pushing hard for liberty in New Hampshire, especially the Keene liberty activists.
I am EXTREMELY happy for Free Talk Live and promise to become an amplifier as a part of my 24th b-day: Nov 9th. Remember remember the 9th of November...tee hee....damn food calls....I'm out.
oh yeah, still no one is betting me on previous post....
Friday, October 30, 2009
Now as I lay me down to sleep
I drink an ale that'll take a good kick to your teeth.
http://beeradvocate.com/beer/profile/741/43412
---Yum
I have been working on better discipline the past couple weeks. Regular exercise. Actually cooking for myself instead of PBJ and cold cuts. Awaking every morning at 6:30a to enjoy as much of my day before I go to work from 2:30p to 11p. Working everyday, all the week long, I have really grown a massive desire to capitalize on my own time as much as possible.
It is at this point that I realized that Edison was right. Sleep is the enemy. It steals my time. We either succumb completely or make deals with it in order to optimize our function, but we rarely beat it. If we do, sanity is the price: I've seen shit I've wanted to believe.
So, here's a beer to toast you here. I'm taking a night off from my self-imposed regimen and going to bed whenever I'm tired and not a moment sooner.
http://beeradvocate.com/beer/profile/741/43412
---Yum
I have been working on better discipline the past couple weeks. Regular exercise. Actually cooking for myself instead of PBJ and cold cuts. Awaking every morning at 6:30a to enjoy as much of my day before I go to work from 2:30p to 11p. Working everyday, all the week long, I have really grown a massive desire to capitalize on my own time as much as possible.
It is at this point that I realized that Edison was right. Sleep is the enemy. It steals my time. We either succumb completely or make deals with it in order to optimize our function, but we rarely beat it. If we do, sanity is the price: I've seen shit I've wanted to believe.
So, here's a beer to toast you here. I'm taking a night off from my self-imposed regimen and going to bed whenever I'm tired and not a moment sooner.
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Hit by car
so back when morning was transitioning into afternoon, I was hit by a car while riding my bike. Nothing overly dramatic. I saw him coming up to a stop sign. It appeared that he looked in my direction and he had a stop sign, so I didn't slow. He didn't stop at the stop sign.
To begin. I am not hurt, I was not knocked over, my boot left a dent in his bumper, and my bike wheel was warped enough that I have to get a new one ($45).
The guy was petrified. He offered me his number and to give me a ride. It's a larger mountain bike so it wouldn't fit in his car. I told him not to worry about it, shit happens, sorry to put a damper on his day and make the rest better. Put my bike on my shoulder and walked the mile to the bike shop I had just bought this bike from last weekend.
I felt bad for the guy (the one who hit me). It is a harrowing experience to both accidently hurt someone and within a split second suddenly have your balls in the grip of someone who could definitely choose to squeeze.
It seems like too many people do go for the squeeze. The reactions I have gotten so far seem to fall in the, "You should make him pay for it" category. "Forgive and Forget" is seemingly an archaic in these days of rampant insurance.
Now, I do not believe in total "turn the other cheek" life. Not by a long shot. But there is a certain discernment system that I believe is a lot healthier than the current "gut them for all their worth" mentality I see so often.
Basically, $45, isn't enough to shit a brick about, and politeness & concern towards a fellow man(or woman) should be rewarded with civility in return. To overly focus on the small setbacks is a waste of time, energy and positive emotion. It hurts you as well as the "offending" party.
Now, if the guy was a jerk, instead of politeness I would of been very demanding. No reason to reward an ass by not squeezing his balls. Besides, maybe he likes it and that's why he's an ass. Just so people put his balls in a vise.
To begin. I am not hurt, I was not knocked over, my boot left a dent in his bumper, and my bike wheel was warped enough that I have to get a new one ($45).
The guy was petrified. He offered me his number and to give me a ride. It's a larger mountain bike so it wouldn't fit in his car. I told him not to worry about it, shit happens, sorry to put a damper on his day and make the rest better. Put my bike on my shoulder and walked the mile to the bike shop I had just bought this bike from last weekend.
I felt bad for the guy (the one who hit me). It is a harrowing experience to both accidently hurt someone and within a split second suddenly have your balls in the grip of someone who could definitely choose to squeeze.
It seems like too many people do go for the squeeze. The reactions I have gotten so far seem to fall in the, "You should make him pay for it" category. "Forgive and Forget" is seemingly an archaic in these days of rampant insurance.
Now, I do not believe in total "turn the other cheek" life. Not by a long shot. But there is a certain discernment system that I believe is a lot healthier than the current "gut them for all their worth" mentality I see so often.
Basically, $45, isn't enough to shit a brick about, and politeness & concern towards a fellow man(or woman) should be rewarded with civility in return. To overly focus on the small setbacks is a waste of time, energy and positive emotion. It hurts you as well as the "offending" party.
Now, if the guy was a jerk, instead of politeness I would of been very demanding. No reason to reward an ass by not squeezing his balls. Besides, maybe he likes it and that's why he's an ass. Just so people put his balls in a vise.
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