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Casinos, Money, Hippies.

Anyone who knows me, knows that I am proudly a resident of a small rural town in New Jersey.  I understand that Jersey has its problems, and over the last decade or so has become more and more of a Nazi-Nanny state that attempts to legislate and micromanage every resident… and that pisses me off.

Nazi Nanny State

Another thing that any reader of my blog would know, is that I can’t help but point-out how stupid and hypocritical a certain drug imbibing unwashed hippie freak is in her sad excuse for a blog story autobiography pharmacological experiment in typeset.  A short list of why this is:

1. She is an idiot.  I hate pseudo-intellectuals that pontificate without reason or knowledge on the subject of their devious diatribes.

2. She is hypocritical.  I hate hypocrites- especially ones that don’t can’t refuse to see it.

3. She publicized and perpetrated lies on her blog, and in person, that were both malicious and unfounded about people I know and respect.

4. She is a dirty hippie.  I hate hippies- wash them then throw them away because they are useless to society.  (Cartman agrees!)

5.  I have been told by others (and for this moment I will assume they were honest) that she is trying to have me arrested for speaking my mind against her mindlessness.  (As far as proof goes– well her friend’s husband is a NJ State Police Officer who used State owned computers and State paid time out of his day to investigate me and my blog as a favor to her– and forwarded a link to my blog to other officers– this I know to be a fact.  I also know this is a misuse of authority, privileged information, public resources and tax money, and this officer deserves to lose his job and forfeit his pension.)

Uh-oh!

Uh-oh!

6. She doesn’t see the irony of calling the state authoritarians to do her bidding after maligning them- and does not see the hypocrisy in trying to have me arrested for doing the same thing she is.

7. Well, this is the true topic of my blog…

I read a neat article from The Chicago Tribune about how the city proposes to make-up their budget shortfall after a near 66% income tax increase.  One idea struck me as fun- a state owned casino.  The city currently doesn’t have a casino and given its known history of early gang and mafia activity, and being a hot-bed of sin and corruption; I find a city owned casino to be a fitting solution to their fiscal problem.

One 71-year old resident who was polled said, “A lot of people like casinos because it is literally a voluntary tax when you lose, and you can’t do better than that.”

I would agree.  But I know someone who wouldn’t….

Our town has a fund-raising casino night.  I have yet to go (small children and no baby sitter make Scott a dull boy,) but I hear it is a smashing good time.

All work and no play

There is no money won or lost in this casino night, just a good time to be had.  The town makes it’s money from the tickets sold.  Because the venue is small and the draw for this night is sizable there are limited tickets, and if you want to go, you must reserve your tickets in advance.  This is where kumba-yucky hippie comes in.

Word has it she reserved six tickets in advance- possibly keeping six other from attending- but like a typical useless liberal hippie doper, when the bill came due and she had to put-up the money- she bailed.   Claimed she couldn’t make it because her drug shipment was running low, so the music was starting to suck, or some other such nonsense, and her friends (for whom she reserved the other tickets for) wouldn’t come because gambling is evil.  Let’s review- no money is won or lost- there is no actually gambling- they won’t go out of principle against the evils of gambling.

Guess they should do more passing and less puffing.

What me? Reason?

For more information- please consult Wikiality for the definition of “Hippies”

Hippies are the aboriginals of the commie world, a less advanced version of liberals.

Hippies are smelly people with poor fashion sense.                                                               

Female hippies are undistinguishable from the males, aside from the vaginas.

Important Information:
Tools for Eliminating Hippies

* Death Metal Music (particularly Slayer)
* American Flag
* Hippie Digger (Like a Bulldozer)
* Jesus
* Adding chemicals to organic foods
* Ted Nugent

I almost forgot:  she can be found on my blog roll and here.

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Well, we are nearing the end of National Public Health Week, and I feel sick.

It's National Public Health Week!

Between budget wars and foreign wars, between hard-line positions and political posturing, between extreme tea parties and extreme cuts and extreme threats, I think my guts have been twisted in knots. This week, I am here to help find sense and meaning in this twisted environment we find ourselves struggling to survive in.

I’ll start with all of the noxious talk about an extreme tea party.  Regardless of what side of the fence you sit-on, stand-on, or lean-to – all of the press and water cooler pontification must shake your nerves and bring a general feeling of anxiety.  To help with National Public Health problem, take my one-step solution:  Imagine an extreme tea party.  Seriously, Imagine a four-year-old girl in a frilly dress at a pink plastic picnic table gracefully serving her stuffed animals while snowboarding down a mountain before jumping off the cliff. That is an extreme tea party.  From now on, any time you hear the terms tea party, or tea party extremists, just visualize the above picture and relax.

Tea Party

Maybe enjoy a peppermint patty instead…

Extreme Tea Group
Extreme Tea Group

 

The second Public Health issue is the battle over the budget and the seemingly looming Government Shutdown.  I’ve been caught in the middle of a lot of “back and forth”s about the impending shutdown, and the questions it raised has significantly raised my blood-pressure.  First off- how can the Republicans who took office less than four months ago be blamed for not creating a budget that was due more than half a year ago (when the Democrats held the Senate, Congress, and Presidency)?  Secondly, how can the Democrats be blamed for stalling the process when the Republicans are holding things like Planned Parenthood and the EPA as fiscal hostages just for the sake of political posturing and future elections? I’m not sure about you, my back hurts from the “political posturing” I have been forced into– grabbing my ankles so elected officials can maintain appearance tends to wear on the spine.  I personally don’t care who you blame for the mess we are in today, but one thing is certain, no matter what happens I think we might need planned parenthood because at least half of us will get screwed We need leadership and action, not posturing and double-speak and pointed fingers!

Blame
“When elephants fight, it is the grass the suffers.”

 

My home remedy for these two ailments (blood-pressure soaring with deficits and threats and back-pain from “posturing”) is as simple as my first.  Stand-up straight– that’s right, stand-up for yourself and speak your mind to your elected officials.  Letting go of all of your frustrations through expression of them will lower your blood-pressure, whilst standing-up for yourself will help alleviate your back pain.

So at this point we have covered general anxiety, upset stomachs, blood pressure, and back pain.  What else ails you?

Hopefully, nothing because we can’t afford to get sick. (Just read this to learn more about “Affordable Healthcare”.)

Well, that’s it.  I don’t have any motivation, but what I do have is; spare time, computer space, little boredom, little anger, little confusion.  Now, what you have is me, writing my musings and some of your time wasted and (hopefully) some of your computer space wasted, have slightly less boredom, slightly more anger, and more confusion.

How is all this possible?  Simple, I just read the last ten entries of the Dirty Hippy on my blog-roll.

I can’t seem to understand what this nonsensical-moronic-miscreant is thinking.  In the ten aforementioned intellectually aborted abominations upon the world there is no coherent post or message.  If this boorish bestial blogger began to claw together comprehensible reason instead of reprehensible and nonsensical diatribes, someone might begin to take her seriously- and that could be dangerous to the small-minded, intoxicated, inebriated, inane, and insane alike (lucky for us most people do not fit into any of those categories for the vast majority of our time on Earth [but which one/ones does she?]).

If you don’t feel like reading the imbecilic drivel for yourself, allow me the honor of giving you the synopsis in chronological order, starting with the earliest.

In the earliest post, the freakish flower-child blogged about “Municipal Software Billing”.  In no point of this randomly meandering musing does the stolidly motivated story-weaver mention anything remotely related to Software, computers, hardware, ect.  She apparently pulled this title from the same place she pulls most of her facts: straight out of her ass.  (I know, how can you pull something as big as her crap out of an ass?  Easy- hippies only eat granola, twigs, and leaves which are full of fiber!)  <—on this note— we have tried feeding her granola and twigs, but she never leaves.

Fiber gives us a few minutes of peace from this nimrod.

What this dippy hippie does manage to eek out from betwixt her cheeks is that our township clerk, (who has managed nearly every aspect of this town for years and has proven herself to be a bright, intelligent, kind, industrious, multi-abilities woman whom we are proud and glad to have not only as our clerk, but friend and family member for many in our small town,) had dared to make a mistake.  That’s right.  This numb-skulled ne’er-do-well dedicated a blog to a clerical error made by a clerk.  But wait folks, this might get better– not only does she make accusations of a clerk making a clerical error (which may be just a misunderstanding caused by the THC inhibited brain function of Amelia and not an error at all,) but she states that she should have been fired years ago for not being perfect.  Yeah.

Off to the next detestation of the blogging world… it is either a bad plug for a libtard professor of nothing or a worse poem.  I honestly don’t know which.  It appears that she is trying to tell us that the government needs to legislate or fund humanity as defined not as a grouping of people but of non-religious and non-governmental set of values not beholden to nor created by people.  Please feel free to explain that to me.

Next on the list (moving along, aren’t we?)- a blog with less focus then a fruit-fly on PCP and LSD.  I’m not sure what this blog was NOT about.  For what seems like an eternity of Dante’s 5th level the maniacal moronic blogger meaninglessly meanders from hate groups/speech to the Wisconsin protesters AND CAN’T SEEM TO FIND ANY RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN THE SUBJECT MATTERS.  I would normally ask if the writer is blind or stupid, but I am afraid we already know the answer to that question.  Better though, is her jumping thoughts (or lack thereof.)  She goes, sans segues and logic, from hate groups/speech to the grossly unnecessary and overly funded conservation committee to widely discredited and disproven  “hinky” (to quote the Bambi bimbo) science of global warming that she desperately and mindlessly clings to like a drowning Pelosi lover clinging to the rowboat in the desert.   She even goes as far as to quote a “scientific study” Al Gore himself said was glaringly alarmist and untruthful.  After that branch of the irreverent river is explored she jumps again to budgets, then to the United States Postal Service, then communing with nature- all in two short, pointless, thoughtless sentences.

 

And reading one of her sentences is like getting the death sentence

And reading one of her sentences is like getting the death sentence

 

The next entry is another jumbled mess, in the interest of time let’s just say, she starts with the Eurythmics and ends with a diatribe against Fox News in less than a half page.  (In an unrelated story, methamphetamine use has grown exponentially in our area.) ‘Nuff said.

Still moving right along- she posts something short.  She speaks about how wonderful farmers are (please remember this) and how much they struggle to survive, quickly followed by a poem dictated by a self-proclaimed wobbly (the people who claimed to be anarchists, but were really union communist activists and terrorists.)

NEXT!

Remember that stuff in bold you just read?  If not, you may be Amelia, so please reacquaint yourself with it (in an unrelated story Marijuana usage is shown to cause memory loss.)

She posts a link attempting to show how evil the republicans in Wisconsin are.  What damning information is found in this link?  Some republicans in a state where farming and agriculture make-up a sizable portion of their economy are also… wait for it… wait for it… farmers.  That’s right!  Those people whom she just cried beside, seemingly upset by their woes and then continues about how the government needs to be more involved in our financial/business lives is proving the evil that lurks in republicans because not only do they farm- they accept farm subsidies from the federal government because they stopped growing certain crops and began growing others as asked to do by the federal government.  For shame!  How dare they do what is (presumably) best for this nation by sacrificing their financial solvency than accept remuneration for their suffering!  Damn them all to hell!

Are you following any of this?

 

Logic

This is much easier to follow and understand!

 

The next post she does is rather lengthy, and I invite you to read it yourself.  Despite the horribly faulted title of “Whose pulling one over on who” (please, someone get her a dictionary and book on style/grammar because that is way too many mistakes in a six-word title) it follows a twisted kind of logic and is worth the read for laughs alone.  Pay special attention to the paragraphs “But it turns out” to the end of “I say ‘wow'”.  I’ll wait…  There.  Did you catch that?  Aside from some non-linear suppositions and conclusions there are some serious flaws in her pseudo-intellectual bravado here.  First off- there is an agenda published before all of the meetings and even mentions them in three separate blogs and complains about the timeliness of their release and how they waste paper.  Finally- no, it is never acceptable to tape a private session meeting.  Remember they legally couldn’t speak in front of you and had to speak in PRIVATE SESSION, so it follows therefore that you can’t be taping it either.  Dumb-ass.  Furthermore, you should realize that if there is a lack of trust between you and the local government it is caused by your vicious and unfounded attacks on them and their families you spiteful harpie, it is not manifested out of thin air (assuming it exists, because I would assume they were being helpful in not wanting you to forget your laptop.)

Third to last, we come to her newer post.  Again, the coke whore styled ramblings range from a recent court ruling regarding clean energy to paranoid delusions of persecution (most likely enhanced by megalomania) of herself by unnamed “officials”, to praise she claims was offered to her that cannot be verified or read (megalomania), to earthquakes and tsunamis, to a statistical comparison of townships, (although  I don’t know how much credence to give to any statistician who can’t spell “median.”)

 

Please re-read my "Is there a doctor in the house" post for more information

Are you beginning to see the extent of her seemingly drug-crazed delusions and psychosis?  Can you feel the paranoia, the demented and deranged schizophrenia seeping through her thoughts into our realm?  Creepy, huh?

 

That brings us to her next to most recent.  A thankfully short post.  Quick and to the pointless- never the less she had taken it upon herself to dictate to the world that- if you run for office, you are no longer allowed to have or express opinions, you may only have and express the opinions she tells you to have.  I’m not joking- read it if you doubt me.

And finally…. drum roll please, the final abomination of thought- her latest blog entitled, “Required to set aside OUR DIFFERENCES” (psychotic emphasis, hers.)  I have no idea what the hell this is.  I am stumped.  She speaks in third person for a while, and then starts quoting random (law?) like a zealot on angel dust would quote the scripture.  No apparent reason.

I’m not sure, but it might just be a cry for help- and this is my cry- please help me figure out what the hell is going on.

Check-out the insanity for yourself here or look for the her on my blog roll.

Amelia and Guttermouth

I was just listening to one of my favorite Guttermouth albums, and the first track, entitled “Camp Fire Girl #62”, kind of struck a chord with me (and yes the pun is intended.)

I was recently wondering why I cared what some dopey (double-entendre intended) hippy writes in her barely comprehensible, reprehensible blog.  Honestly, I couldn’t understand why her moronic ramblings awoke a fire in my head.  I wrote previously about how her musings moved me (see here, here, and here) but still could not wrap my head around how she managed it.

That is where Guttermouth comes in.

A little word change takes this love song and turns it into a lyrical expression of my inability to understand.  And now I will infect your conscience with it:

 

“She’s got the healing powers of medicinal marijuana
And she feeds herself the same ole crap she feeds to her iguana
And she won’t go to the bar
God forbid that she drive a car
And of course she will protest the war
And even though she’s an idiot

[Chorus:]
I get excited when I [read] her
You better pass me the saltpeter
Like a sailor on shore leave
Like a recent parolee
I want to [meet] her but first bathe her
She always eating echinacea
On her feet are birkenstocks
I guess my head is filled with rocks

Most of her friends are never happy
That is unless they’re bitchin’
She looks down upon my comrades like they’re carcinogen
She doesn’t know what she’s fighting for
Like a modern day conquistador
And of course she will protest the war
And even though she’s an idiot

[Chorus]

She doesn’t know what she’s fighting for
Like a modern day conquistador
And of course she will protest the war
And even though she’s an idiot
Even though she’s an idiot

[Chorus]

I guess my head is filled with rocks rocks rocks”

 

I know, it’s not exactly Shakespeare, but I love it!  If you would like to hear it, you can find a YouTube video here that features it.

Please note that I am posting links to other people’s sites and claim no copyrights, and have quoted their song for informational purposes only.  If you like the song, please do the right thing and buy it from them.

 

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I have been away for a while.  I just needed to get away from the stresses and business of my small rural town.  I know that may not make sense to some of you, but it’s true.  My tiny hamlet is too urban for me and I needed to get away- far away- where the cares cannot reach me and neither can cell service or the nearly ubiquitous internet.

I find it exhilarating to be where there is nothing.

My little town, the place I proudly call home, is a small rural country town, and though sorely lacking in creature comforts some of you may be used to (police, fire departments, mass transportation, stores, ect) it has its perks.

For an example, our town leaders are still carrying-on a long town tradition of treating every tax dollar as if it was coming out of their own pockets (we miss you Charley.)

Despite this picture I have been painting for you, my town is changing.  Farms are still the main feature of our landscape, but not in the same way it always had been.  Family owned working farms are withering away, replaced by “preserved” farmland.  There are new homes in the downtown area, two tiny developments to be exact.  I do not bemoan this.  The homes are large and look good raising the average home value in the area, the people are generally pleasant hard-working families on top of this, they are tax paying members of the community, they are adding income to the township while not costing much.

That is part of the job of our township leaders- to balance the income and expenses, knowing that money is a real thing, with a real limit.

Allow me to give you another example of living in a small town.  In order to save money (our money as taxpayers) some people offer to donate their skills, time, and equipment to help the town complete projects or make general repairs. Neat, huh?  Now the problem that has been arising is that some people don’t like living in our tiny town.  Some people don’t want to live like a small town does, they want to act like an urban area.  Take, for example, the example above.  Imagine, if you will, someone offering to use a specific, expensive skill and donate the use of an expensive machine at little to no cost to the town.  I know that sounds impossible, but it gets stranger.  Someone in that town starts trouble over it- this person tweaks out stating that the town should have requested, taken, and reviewed bids while FULLY KNOWING that no one could be cheaper than free, but still wasting everyone’s time and everyone’s money for the mere appearance of being official.  Yes, because every farmer knows a cow that looks good is better than one that produces better…  are you ready for the next part?  After that, this person wants to waste more time and money investigating whether or not the township can accept donations and whether a person can donate, and whether free is greater than or less than then the several thousand dollar threshold for mandatory bid requests.  Stupid, right?

That is why I love to get away to where there is less.  Where the farms are all working farms, where technology is years behind and the housing market bust didn’t touch them.  But alas, this great place is changing too.  The picture you see is of the energy generating windmill nearby.  See, the farms there are changing from working farms to green energy farms, specifically wind farms (not that I am against wind power, and I am stating this directly because I do not want to be misquoted by a certain moron as saying I am against wind power.)  To the best of my knowledge, there are 199 of those windmills on that plateau. I have no idea how many working farms, if any, where sacrificed on the altar of alternative fabricated energy production, but now is the time to blend the two points in this pointless blog.

In my home town there is a person who seemingly cannot understand anything, really anything, and who constantly complains about everything, really everything.

One thing in particular is the town’s new ordinance regarding solar power.  The clueless resident takes issue with it because of its timing (she states solar has been around for years but only now is the town attempting to regulate it- to which the obvious response is that there have been guide-rails for years but we have no ordinance regarding their use as a lover or a meal- mostly because it has yet to be an issue.  Her second contention is that the amount of solar panels is being limited to a small overage to the expected normal use.  The obvious intent of the ordinance is to prevent our farms (and homes) from turning into solar farms, but, as previously stated, this person is incapable of understanding anything.

I guess there is no place left for a rural boy like me.

PS: if you would like a glimpse into the stupidity mentioned, feel free to read this crap.

Sunday bloody Sunday

Normally, Sunday is a wonderful day for me.  A relaxing day, a day to leave behind the stresses and stupidity of the petulant prior week and its chores.

Just not this Sunday.  To quote the great early 90’s philosopher hair band, Poison, “I went to bed too late and got up too soon.”  When I arose from bed and placed my feet on the floor, I could not seem to find my shoes.  I later found that my dog had slept next to me and must have pushed them from their rightful place and under the bed.

Fine.  Not a great start, but at least I was not hung-over and I knew where I was, and I knew who was next to me, so it was better than Freshman year.

I wearily search, eyes still half-shut – vision blurred and strained, for my coffee cup.  One of my favorite cups, my Rocky & Bullwinkle cup.  No luck.  I settle for my “I got up for this?” latte mug.  I place the sugar in the bottom of my mug, slightly smiling, watching and listening to the sugar slowly pour from my Diner-esque shaker, filling the bottom of the tall latte mug.  Then I hastily fling open the refrigerator door, desperately searching for the light cream.  (I always put the sugar and cream in first, I learned that trick early in life when I purchased my coffee from gas stations without stirrers or spoons.) DAMN!  Where is the cream?  Suddenly my morning mind melds with my evening enigma of what I would do this morning after using the rest of the cream last night.  I know the answer.  Today my coffee will be black and sweet like Night Rider.

Fine.  Not a great start, but at least coffee was already made and the kids were still happy, yet to fight or whine, so it was better than last Monday.

I try to watch the news, but to no avail.  I am hastily reminded that my new fridge is coming today.  Doesn’t seem to horrible right? Wrong.

The doorways leading to my kitchen are too small to fit the fridge, but I know that already.  What I didn’t remember was that to get it in, I would have to bring it in through the back.  Over the snow and ice-covered lawn, over the snow and ice-covered porch and into my house.  Now, I realize that relaxation is not happening this morning- it’s time to scrape and shovel.

Fine, not a great start and I’ll have to do some more chores, but that’s ok because I know I should have taken care of it earlier, you know, before it was 7 inches of ice.  My bad.

Now the fun part:  Remember the psycho blogger from tree-hugging hell?  Yeah, she’s back.  I’m already I little upset, but this wacko wondermutt has really pissed me off now.

She makes these wild accusations about me and my friends, she insults everyone, lies about everyone and then refuses to let them defend themselves.  I had had enough of her stupid fascist crap.

In a second I know what I will do.

She had control of her blog, and she uses that control to stop people from having the opportunity to refute her obnoxious accusations and lies, so the solution is simple– take it off of her blog and out of her control.

Then I started to smile- out of her control, out of control, chaos.  Yeah, chaos.  Hail Eris and thanks for the inspiration.

I will take her own writings, refute them with logic and post them- not just on a blog or some random website- post them in the community.  In the local papers (they are dying for something to fill the white space), on the community bulletin boards outside of the grocery stores, the municipal building, the parks- place it in ad form in the school’s newsletter, the booster club’s programs- bring it to the local cable access (of which the blabber-mouth blogger participates,) to the local radio stations (they are both dying for something to fill the air time.)  In short, a total old-school broadcasting blitz.  I might even break-out the old telephony machine… (anyone remember those?)

Finally, I’m feeling better- then I get a chance to laugh!  This ravenous writer says she’ll sue me if I quote what she has written in a public blog to the public.  Now, granted I didn’t do much in college, but after four years of media law I know you can’t sue someone for quoting your publicly written words in public.  She then goes off on a tangent about how I can’t use her real name– she might have a point except– she told everyone, publicly, to read the publicly published minutes from the town meeting in October to read about her explaining her troubles with a wood chipper.  The minutes are on the web, go ahead look it up… I’ll wait… there!  See that?  Yeah, right where she tells us to look it says, (HER REAL NAME) had several problems including a wood chipper in the audience portion of a public meeting in which she knows she is being taped and the minutes are made public.  She, in effect, told us her name by telling us exactly where to find it and under what pretense it would be used.  That’s like saying a certain mayor of this township whose name is that of a male turkey in a blog entitled the name of the town.  I mean, it could only be one person- silly right? Oh, wait.. she actually did that.

In keeping with early 90’s music quotes, I’ll go with Onyx‘s “Slam”, “but wa-wa-wait it gets worse…”

She then writes that she will not back down or stop posting her inflammatory defamatory statements because I can not silence her and she is not afraid of me – shortly followed by “want it now to be uttered that I am scared for my safety and for the safety of my family.”

Of course, she might not remember as far back as a couple of sentences ago, I mean studies have shown that drug use can cause short-term memory loss.

Oh well, if you, the world have anything you could say to help me wade through the mess, or even make the mess bigger, please let me know.

This Sunday sucks.

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scottsinope says: Your comment is awaiting moderation.

I said, “but I do hope you have enough openness and ability to read and understand this.”

Hope vanquished by reckless false intellectual and moral bravado once again. You never fail to amaze in your failures.

I’m sorry you are unable to take a joke– even when it is directly stated to be a joke and not intended to cause harm- (I keep forgetting you can’t/don’t read!)

All that being said, it makes perfect sense that you kowtow to your composure class. Do you even understand what it truly is? When defining itself it states that; “The cognitive revolution of the past thirty years provides a different perspective on our lives, one that emphasizes the relative importance of emotion over pure reason, social connections over individual choice, moral intuition over abstract logic, perceptiveness over I.Q. ”

Really? You support social connections over individual choice? Then you fault me for comparing you to Nazis?

Really? You believe that emotions trump reason? You believe that intuition is above logic?

Do you read what you write? Do you believe what you say?

Do you really think Utopia is a place where your feelings trump the truth or greater good? Do you really think that Utopia is a place where socialism is better then individual freedom? Then you have the nerve to fault me for pointing out your brazen ideological stupidity and Nazi (short for NATIONAL SOCIALIST) tendencies?

You state quite plainly in your love and defense of the “composure class” that you are a National Socialist- which is a Nazi. What started as a joke, you proved to be the truth.

Why did I just waste me time responding to you?

When you are right, I make a point to say so. When you are wrong, I not only point it out, but take the time to show how or why I believe so. When I don’t understand what you mean, I ask.

You respond by completely misreading my comments, making false accusations, make false assumptions, and further prove my thoughts through your own recklessness in writing.

Obviously, I am taking the time and effort into reading and attempting to understand your writings and viewpoints- while you are not. I don’t know if you are incapable of reading and understanding, if you are too stubborn to even look at a different point of view, if you are too afraid to shake the false foundations of your flawed “logic”, or if you are just too lazy.

Well, I guess you are right. This chapter is closed. All this time of trying to help you to see, I forgot the most important lesson I have ever learned– there is no use arguing with an idiot.

Now don’t read that I am walking away– no no no– I will stand to defend myself from your hatred, your lies, and your hypocrisy, but I will no longer futilely point out your moronic manic asinine statements to you, because you either can’t understand or are too lazy to try– but don’t despair, rejoice! The rest of your readers, I hope, will see the lies and hypocrisies in your languid language, and silently laugh at you– the way I always will, the way I laugh at the three stooges or the absolute absurdity and stupidity of cartoon villains.

Good day.

By the way, why do you keep deleting this? Does the truth hurt?

scottsinope says:
January 23, 2011 at 7:12 pm

Concerning a commentator’s comments concerning how the township agrees with what I am saying, you ask:
“I would like to know where you get your “truthful statistics” on this statement.”

If you are that curious, I would suggest talking to your neighbors. That would give you an accurate portrayal. Better yet—

Look at the elections in this town. The people you insult and defame are continually elected, whilst the people with your mentality and share your viewpoints lose every election- I think in a democracy that means the majority of people don’t agree with you. I understand that you may not be comfortable with anything that has to do with democracy, but that is the basis on our society and system of government.

Further- you have systematically deleted my last 7 posts, I don’t think that means you are giving me a voice- quite the opposite in fact, because you are shutting me down.

Don’t worry your empty head, rejoice! I have decided that in my democratic capitalist utopia (that we actually live in) you are entitled to complete control over a blog that you own, included the right to deny anyone a chance to defend themselves from your attacks and arrogance.

That is why I have decided to post your true name along with your defamatory remarks, your hate filled hypocritical socialist totalitarian ideas along with your utter lack of respect for; this community, your neighbors, the children of this township, the elderly on a fixed income, the hard-working individuals, our duly elected leaders, our system of government, ect. and your undeniable defense of slanderers, defamers, socialists, and fascist regimes (disguised as the “composure culture” as I have explained in detail to you on several posts,) and not post them on your blog.

I will post them in the three local papers, on the community bulletin boards in front of the municipal building, in the Shop-Rite, in the A&P, I will take out ads in the elementary school’s newsletters, the booster clubs and recreational committee’s flyers and programs.

In short, instead of the 14 people who read your tripe learning your vile ways, the whole community will hear about you.

I do feel sorry for your children though– because once the word is out about how you have such contempt for this town and its residents, and the parents speak of your verbal atrocities around the dinner table, it will be your children that are subject to ridicule, that are ostracized– but I guess that’s ok with you, because that is what you do to these wonderful people you continually lie about, spread rumors about, and defame.

That is your choice- either the people will learn here, or I will broadcast your own words, sans the Nazi spin, to the community at large. I am done with you. You disgust me.

I want to be a human Defibrillator

Over the last week of writing and musing I have come to change my understanding of certain things.  The wretched writer I have spoken frequently of in a manner odorous, pleasant, and passive has done something I wish to do.

She had become (albeit accidentally and on a minute scale) a human defibrillator.  She tamed the mighty Zeus and commanded his commission. I have decided that I want that, only on a much larger scale- and I want it to be directed omnidirectionally- controlled chaos.

I am reminded of the great early horror movie line, “there is no hope in chaos”.  I am reminded that the way to personal salvation, (not spiritual) can not be tread by those who seek it, but only unknowingly– the way is found by those prodded like the nietzscheian cattle we all are into all directions, but headed to the same destination.

I want that prod.  I am no shepherd, nor do I follow one (see my last post,) but I want to be a part of the rancher, a cowboy- like I used to pretend to be as a child– where the whole world was open and the sky was a blanket that fell upon man, as he looked to the stars whilst the cattle held their heads down to endlessly and listlessly graze and fail to gaze into the wonders above them.

That is my new goal.

I want to be the direction for my fellow cattle, the thing that gets them to raise their heads above the herd and see beyond the fields in which we graze and ultimately fall– to think beyond the fences put-up presumably for safety, but definitely for control.

I want to be a shock to the system.  The shock that reanimates the heart of society- the shock that startles, yet gently guides.

I want to be a shock to the system- the whole system, our system of government and governance, of society and sociability.

I want to be a human defibrillator.

Why not?

Ok, I have written a little about the blogger who’s inanity shocked me awake.

While looking back on what I have shared with you, the world, I notice a glaring absence.   I have decided, partly out of boredom I admit, to repost some of this person’s thoughts (or lack thereof).  I am confident that you will see that, although barbed at times, my main arguments have been based in logic and off of the writer’s words.

Here is a drastically abbreviated  look, starting with my original comment to a post in which she attacks me for pointing out obvious lies in a previous post and slandering me:

This piece is wonderfully written, but yet it lacks substance and reasoning.

  1. To start: Since your Dear Scott post, I have made no assumptions, only deductions based on your own verbiage and tone. I am not making assumptions on your character based on the winds or social misunderstandings- my inferences are based on your words, your expressed thoughts, your expressed feelings- in short, your character- which is EXACTLY HOW MLK WOULD HAVE LIKED IT.

    Secondly, there is no dialogue- you say something, I refute it on its own basis, you go off on a tangent. That is not a dialogue, that is you hiding from [it].

    Third, I can’t help but notice that everything your write about my fictional character in this novel of yours, applies much better to you then me. You are the one making assumptions (like I was making assumptions and think of you as an advisory, when I don’t) you are the one who refuses to open a dialogue, but prefer rather to throw bombs and run away. You are the one who is intolerant of the community you chose to live in. I am more then happy to entertain a dialogue with you, but you are the one who seems to be afraid and “disable dialogue with this mythic “other” regardless of the potential.”

    I’m here, I hear, and I am STILL awaiting a thought out, rational response.

  2. [writer intentionally deleted]  I can list 15 assumptions you have made.And- I am not interested in debating you, unless perhaps at a public meeting. 

    And, I am not writing this blog for you, you are an unexpected bi-product of “exposing” the kind of human who comes to the defense of undefendable acts.

    Note for novel: My antagonist says “you are the one who refuses to open a dialog”- in a comment line in her public blog…ironic right?

(This is where she starts deleting my posts instead of answering)

  1. You say, “I can list 15 assumptions you have made.” Do it.

    You say “I am not interested in debating you…” thank you for admitting you were lying about me and were really writing about yourself.

    You say “My antagonist says “you are the one who refuses to open a dialog”- in a comment line in her public blog…ironic right?” I fail to see the irony– all I see is more proof– you openly stated you refuse to open a dialogue- your public blog is not an open dialogue– and you admit you do not want it to be— you want this to be your lectern where you preach down to us and refuse to listen to your own words be used against you– that an opinion different then yours is not a welcome thing, but “an unexpected bi-product.” You are beyond words… I can’t think of anything I could say that could possibly bring into perspective your absolute absurdity and complete lack of reasoning and understanding– you are nothing more then a fascist. You preach open dialogue and openly refuse it. You preach live and let live while attacking everyone that opposing you. You are a hypocrite.

(For the record this started with her saying a prominent local figure came speeding down the road- so fast she feared for her safety- as she pulls out of her driveway!  Luckily, this speed demon was able to calmly come to a stop, sans smoke and screeching, before reaching her driveway– not that it would have mattered because she had time to stop, put the car in reverse, back-up her driveway, and make several rude comments in the 30 foot stretch that his vehicle went from NASCAR to stopped.  Anyone else care to explain the physics in this one?  I asked her, and she just insulted me and started writing about how I just want to shut down her ability to engage in politics.)

Now, I’ll admit my language is quite barbed at times, but that is the nature of my humor and is not meant to be hurtful, but if you are interested, here is the link to the lying psychopathic hypocritical hippie, whom I thank for jolting me awake with her absurdities and lies.

(Also, for the record, I know her IRL, and admire and like the people she enjoys spreading rumors and false accusations of so I was a little mad at the start, but also note there are things mentioned that are asides regarding actual happenings in the town that we purposefully do not mention directly.)

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I am reposting the latest Libertarian Party Press Release (in part.)

Although I do not agree with much of the Libertarian platform, I believe that it is imperative that we embrace the financial theory and platform expounded on in this correspondence (while ignoring the human end.)  I further urge all people to demand that free trade be free!

————  Original Message, In Part —————

WASHINGTON – Mark Hinkle, Chairman of the Libertarian Party, sort of commends President Obama for his decision to just barely ease travel restrictions and restrictions on sending private financial assistance to the people suffering under the socialist government of Cuba.

Hinkle said, “The president has shown less-than-tremendous courage here. I suppose it’s a tiny positive step that our government will permit Americans to send $500 to a Cuban every three months. And churches will be allowed to arrange trips to Cuba, as long as they jump through a lot of bureaucratic hoops first.

“Unrestricted access to the world markets will help Cubans lift themselves out of their disastrous socialist economy. Libertarians know that free trade and free travel are a fast-track ticket to prosperity.

“Next time, Mr. President, try to do something a little more impressive.”

The Libertarian Party platform says the following on free trade and migration:

3.4 Free Trade and Migration

We support the removal of governmental impediments to free trade. Political freedom and escape from tyranny demand that individuals not be unreasonably constrained by government in the crossing of political boundaries. Economic freedom demands the unrestricted movement of human as well as financial capital across national borders. However, we support control over the entry into our country of foreign nationals who pose a credible threat to security, health or property.

For more information, or to arrange an interview, call LP Executive Director Wes Benedict at 202-333-0008 ext. 222.

The LP is America’s third-largest political party, founded in 1971. The Libertarian Party stands for free markets, civil liberties, and peace. You can find more information on the Libertarian Party at our website.

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P.S. If you have not already done so, please join the Libertarian Party. We are the only political party dedicated to free markets and civil liberties. You can also renew your membership. Or, you can make a contribution separate from membership.

Schrodinger’s Life

As I stated before, I have put great effort into ignoring the world around me over the last couple of years, but I feel I need to explain myself more clearly.

When I was green in this gray world, and believed all those beautiful things people would say to me, I enjoyed the company of the world and those in it.

I was alive; mentally, spiritually, emotionally.  I could feel the pulse of life and society flowing through my works and words- I truly believed this was a wonderful world filled with fantastic and wild wonders just waiting to be grasped.

As I exited my early teen years I was alive; mentally, spiritually, emotionally, socially, politically.  I knew I was green in a gray world and I knew the delicate upper crust and dreary underbelly of this world.  I stopped paying attention to the hype and saw the hypocrisy.  I noticed the knowledge and elated in the ethics of good Gedanken experiment- but really retained the view of its vacancy in the world.

As the days turned into daze and my life turned to bricks and mortars of knowledge, I was still alive.  I was still green and the world still gray, but I was no longer green in the way of salad, but now in the shade of jade.

I came across the opportunity to work for, and with, a successful politician from the State Senate.  I grasped with both hands, throwing my body into it all, and hopefully heaved my head above the grime of the gray and into the glittering gold of the politics and power.  Or so I thought.  In my misplaced glory, I forgot all that glitters is not gold.   My cynicism returned, and my jaded soul turned black.

That brings me to our title:

I was living (or not) as Schrodinger’s Gedanken Cat.  I turned off- I was simultaneously alive and dead.  I wearily walked through my day to day, from daze to daze.  I left the world of politics and law, I died.  I was dead; mentally, spiritually, emotionally, socially, politically.

Half-heatedly, I was  hoping there was something left to live for- to strive for- a way to change, to be, to feel, to live.

I strove for ignorance, praying for bliss- I accepted apathy so I couldn’t care, wouldn’t war, so I could stop screaming.

Then she came- I was alive emotionally, but still living the life of Schodinger’s Lazarian kitten.

I thank everyday that something again arose in me, or I would be undeniably dead today.  No longer was I able to be inconspicuously isolated, ineptly trudging through the world without thought or passion, she gave me pointed purpose, so I naturally proposed.

Still, I was that damned cat- and I hate cats.

Over the few months, slowly, begrudgingly, I awoke to hear it bouncing around me- the echoes of the world, shouting and screaming, asking me to come out and play.

Deliberately, I diminished my ignorance of the world around me- not seriously surprised the nothing of note had happened in my acute absence. Still, I was still.  Still, I was dead- ignorance abated, but apathy abundant.  I had gathered moss, and in my newly acquired state and service of husbandry, I did not know how to remove myself from my man-made hammock.  I was comfortable, no- I was quietly contented, and desperately desired a prodding, a call to action, and along came my ironically insipid source of inspiration.

Today I feel alive.  I remember what it was like to fight the good fight- to live among the inhabitants of this weary world, to feel the pulse quicken at the sound of hypocrisy and hate disguised as hope, to be alive!

Right now, I am astonished how the misguided musings of a maniacal half-wit hippy could shatter and shake my disdain for the ignorance I harbored for years, back into consciousness- how my inability to understand the unseen and unclean hypocrisies again arose in me the passion for this world I had once felt. Again, I see myself green with the world in the gray of the world, and I haven’t been happier.

Let’s just hope this feeling lasts.

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