Title This As You Please

I stopped myself before I wrote in the title today because I realize something that I had forgotten a while back. I can change many things about myself. I can bite my tongue, learn to grease palms I once would of gleefully nailed to trees, walk into the beast calm and confident rather than rage and vinegar. Yet, there are a few things I have not been able to change about my character.
Rule in the kingdom of myself number 1: The title should be written last.
The title is supposed to be a single line that speaks the multi-dimensional invention that is any writing. It sets the tone, or destroys the intent.

So, I'll hold off on it.

It does my heart great joy to see the Empire begin to crumble. From Egypt to Tunisia to Libya, puppet dictators and propped regimes are being forced out by a justly angry rabble. As colonies balked at the consistently cruel hands of the British Empire a century ago, so now do the people of countries long controlled by American interests. It is my hope that the process does not take as long as it did with Britain. It took from the late 18th century till the mid 20th to dismantle the British empire, and frankly, in my earnest opinion, the job is still not done. Wales & Scotland would be much better off without the yolk of England.

Joy though is fleeting and concerns begin to develop for those people at home. I would love nothing more than a "V for Vendetta" perfect revolution where all the people suddenly stood up and said "ENOUGH!" and all was made better in one big peaceful fuck all.

But, that's not the way people work, now is it?

Government Unions, you are not sustainable. You cannot be afforded by the states. THAT is why they are going after you. Good graces, I am glad to be out of the MidWest.

The States are hurting for money, they can raise taxes through the roof and they sure as shit would love to do so, but there is a major problem with being the first state to step forward and to hike those taxes up high.
Revolt & Flight.
If Wisconsin can get 50,000 people in the streets over some mealymouthed excuse of an anti-union legislation, do you really think that you wouldn't see a wholly different and much larger portion of the population come out if a state's income tax was suddenly made to match the federal or higher? Or a sales tax of 25%? 50%?
Do this and the poor will riot while those that can afford will run, and rightly so. Don't snicker either, this is in the future cards for states. Here's why

Right now, with massive tax increases off the table for the time being, it behooves the parasites to get it back on the table as fast as possible. There is no interest in really cutting spending. What there IS an interest in is in destroying a voting block. So many people are employed directly or indirectly by the States. Their careers and mortgage payments depend upon the funds of the state. The sweat off the brow of their fellow man.

So when constituents are watching and the spend cutting is the political word of the day, who does a newly elected Republican majority cut? Is it the people that voted for them that are bought and paid for, such as police? Or the professions that voted mainly against them, such as teachers, or government unions?

Oh, and don't get me started about the Wisconsin & Indiana Demonrats jumping ship to Illinois. It boggles my mind who came up with this idea, but it's the dumbest thing I've ever seen. The RePubes will claim cowardice all up and down the next election cycle and they will win again. Well, barring the sudden unexpected arrival of a third party like the Libertarians. Bfff! Guffaw!

Ah, but as the "spending cuts" become the "spending rearrangements" they are destined to be in government hands, the tax question will come back on the table swiftly. That is, if the Fed doesn't bail them out first. And in the end, everyone, even the guy who thinks he's King Dick on top of Dick Mountain, is getting fucked.

My advice? Get out of the area. Find a job, make a job, and get your ass to the Free State of New Hampshire, where there are people actually pushing to stop this breed of monster. The MidWest is a sad Statist shell of its former self. They love their cops and they love their welfare and they hate their people. 50,000 college students will take to the streets because some state college professor is afraid to lose the union that he erroneously believes protects his job, but they don't care a whit that they are part of the largest empire, the largest incarcerated population, the largest military and most intrusive & destructive government the world has ever seen.


Oh, Detroit. The model city for all the rest of the MidWest. Hooray.

The Minstrel Boy

The Minstrel Boy
Thomas Moore
The minstrel boy to the war is gone,
In the ranks of death you'll find him.
His father's sword he has girded on
And his wild harp slung behind him.
"Land of song," said the warrior bard,
"Though all the world betrays thee,
One sword at least thy rights shall guard,
One faithful harp shall praise thee."

The minstrel fell but the foeman's chain
Could not bring his proud soul under.
The harp he loved ne'er spoke again,
For he tore its chords asunder
And said, "No chains shall sully thee,
Thou soul of love and bravery!
Thy songs were made for the pure and free,
They shall never sound in slavery!"

Driver's Course

Due to a recent body crash I find myself working on at 6:30pm what I meant to be working on at 1:00pm.

Fret not, this is my day off work. My employment is not yet in jeopardy. How sweet of you to care.

Because of my proclivity towards excelling at actions in general I am taking a "driving course". This is the epitome of our nation state. It's some company, SafetyServe Inc., that gets a steady income from providing a shitty product to poor souls (me) on pain of a severe fucking by the State of Illinois. Let me tell you, if there is a state that knows how to fuck those trapped briefly within its confines (say for the couple of hours it takes to speed through Chicago) it is Illinois.

So speeding ticket paid, now I get to pay another $50 bucks for a "training" that utterly, completely, hysterically useless.

It fails in two ways. Number 1) I don't know the person who would actually sit riveted watching a driver course ONLINE or any other media that some quick (or painfully slow) manner of circumventing is possible. I have mine going now. It has to finish every damn paragraph in some poor, state-funded voice actor's monotone (I'm really phoning this in) drone before I can click the NEXT button to get on with it. So I let it run and check back periodically between other more important tasks...LIKE MAKING JERKY!!! I just got a new dehydrator.

NUMERO DOS!!!!111!!!!
Even when I let my mind drift in to find out what IS being talked about what I find is an amalgamation of "No shit, Sherlock" obvious quotes and jarringly jackass wrong assertions.
NSS: Too Much sunlight in the eyes can make visibility limited.
JJW: In an accident. Everyone is at fault.
Basically what this is is a WASTE OF MY TIME and ILLINOIS TAXPAYER MONEY and, most importantly, MY MONEY.

It does not help anyone become a better driver at anything....EVER.

EVER

The crumbling edge.

Internet Blackout in Egypt


Coming to a major country around you.

There's an update somewhere around here.

Alive and kicking in Portsmouth, NH. I have to say that this has been an awesome (and distracting as hell) decision in life to come here to New Hampshire as part of the Free State Project.

I wholeheartedly urge all those fence sitting liberty lovers to get your silly selves to the state quick. The life is good and the hope is alive.

More updates in the future....I need to get back into practice of writing and fast. I do enjoy it so.

9-8

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.

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.

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

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

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.

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.

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

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?

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."

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

Agorism. Loving it.

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.

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.

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?

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.