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well, gentlemen, it's great to be back again...another blue-screen of death struck janus some three weeks ago (the fourth in five years). i suspected something was amiss when my screen suddenly assumed the characteristics seen when manipulating software in safe-mode. six days after safe-mode's appearance and i can't even access bios. not that anyone or any entity would have cause to hate me; shit, i'm the fuzzy cuddle-duck. but, in truth, i take it as a badge of merit...if you ain't makin enemies in this world, there's something unsavory about you. this is a time for putting cards on the table and calling bluffs; and any fool naive enough to believe we're all gonna just stroll into the golden age as one big happy-family, arm-in-arm as we hymn a beneficent chorale of 'we shall overcome', hasn't been paying attention.
shit's about to get real & raw...i can feel the bubbles of peril percolate all about me. you see, in order for this 'new religion' to function, it must arbitrate value-definition; which means it must delineate good & evil; and, unfortunately for 'them', they've assigned white middle-class america (and all western europeans) the role of villain. probably not the best group to antagonize...history is replete with TPTB's errors and hubris viz. 'my' people. no, commies, you won't overcome; you'll be overwhelmed. it's just the Natural Order of things. or, as Robert Burns once said, 'all the plans of mice and men gang aft a glee'. that is to say, 'central planners' (read: proto-commies), your time is nigh.
now, getting down to business: it's come to my attention that america is throwing a popularity party today. yipee! oh, how i long to join them in their reindeer games...what need i do to demonstrate a hearty endorsement for this ridiculous ruse? i want my voice heard! and what better way than by voting for some nitwit whose most estimable merit is his difference from something else i hate more than him. on second thought, maybe there's something wrong here. i mean, voting is the active and participatory consent to governance. and so, for janus this must entail one of two things (preferably both): 1) i vote as consent to be governed because i recognize this 'leader' to be sufficiently moral, capable and qualified for his/her role as such. 2) i consent to be governed and select this 'leader' because he/she is engaged in a system of governance which sincerely and with integrity defends my rights to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness (and the inviolate possession of property). again, for those who've been paying attention, nowhere, not on any ballot, not from the redwood forests to the gulf-stream waters, is there to be found anyone among this dreck worth electing. it's a goddam shame is what it is.
i'm a highly civilized man and all that shit; but the impulse to choke-slam any other 'man' i see sporting those 'i voted' stickers is just too much for me...so i thought i'd stay indoors -- the provocation at seeing those stickers may be more than i can manage. best if i observe buzzard's bay from my balcony and let my voice be heard on the interwebs.
but you should all know that i did engage in a bout of voting the other day. i voted with the feet, as some are known to say.
it was this past sunday, the season's first noreaster in new england; wind blistering the pink cheeks of those fearless enough to face it, snow advancing laterally with the gales and stinging the noses of those who charge straight in...noreasters, much like modern democracy, are juggernauts. but a blind, destructive force is no match for a sentient and willful destroyer. and, think whatever you will about janus, but i can assure you all on one score: there is none, not a single one, among your 'leaders' who can stand fast in my presence. i could, in no more than five minutes, have ANY of these feckless fools so hopelessly bound in the tangles of an elaborately brocaded argument that they'd never recover their sense of self...when i set about to crush an ego, i leave nothing as remains. and so, amorica, how does it feel to know (and 'you' know) that a cab driver could eviscerate, immolate and devastate the very best of your best? i can; and i will.
anyway, i was on my way to plymouth to buy a new laptop. and i reckoned with janus, 'why not stop and stand atop THE Plymouth Rock?'. i could offer no viable objection to the scheme; and so i set about to do just that. as i approached the scene, there was within my mind conjured this image of janus joining his ancient saxon brethern in establishing a new continent for the furtherance of the principals outlined in the magna carta and the New Testament. a land devoted to the concept of a brotherhood of man; a place where all were peers and none stood a mote above his brother; a utopia where only the incitement of harm could invite it upon you.
i suppose i should've assume as much; i mean, here in the land of the free/home of the brave, it makes perfect sense that a nine foot granite cube would entomb THE rock that stood for liberty, freedom and equality...but now, alas, great obstacles have been erected to demonstrate to liberty lovers that those things are now reserved for the very few. there is now a square, stale and moldy stone sarcophagus serving as literal and symbolic partition to those noble virtues and the emblem thereof -- THE ROCK.
but, again, i'd come to plymouth to vote with my feet. and so it came to pass that janus slipped over the wrought iron fence with a silky-smooth maneuver; then dropped the nine foot fall to land safely on the sand surrounding THE ROCK. as i approached the hallowed stone i understood the symbolic nature of what i was undertaking. just because a rock (or a continent) has been previously claimed in no way secures it against the threat of future reclamation. and so it was that i hopped atop THE ROCK; as a fitting gesture and symbolic stab at the heart of this wicked serpent that's wrapped its coils about this great land.
and so, no, commies: no longer will you pretend to defeat 'racism' by cultivating an alternative variant of racism. no longer will you promote 'equality' by sowing divisiveness. no longer will you erect partitions separating the free-born man from his God-given and inalienable rights.
as caution and advice to any other potential soldiers out there: never-ever jump into a battle unless you're mostly positive that you can both extricate yourself if things go awry, and, above all, that you will live to fight another day. i felt mostly positive about my prospects for scaling that nine foot granite face and returning again to the terra-firma of bolshevick amorica...but i wasn't absolutely positive (shit, guys, i'm nearing forty...and the capacity for wall-scaling diminishes substantially as you approach this milestone)...moment of truth: back up and over the wrought iron gate in less than three seconds. not bad for an aging janus...not bad at all.
there's something about reclaiming a continent that makes a man feel like he's accomplished something. hell, the pilgrams voted with their feet, too; and things turned out fairly well for all of us because of it. but the pilgrams were teetotalers, and likely sealed their pursuits in prayer. i said a silent one before i kissed THE ROCK; but as for what best attends the satisfied feeling of accomplishment, janus will always defer to beer. and so i enjoyed a few sam adams whilst watching the patriots play over the plymouth bay...it was a good day, noreaster notwithstanding.
i then made my way to best buy and was aided by a sharp-minded hindu in the purchase of my new machine...i'm happy with it and the advice of that hindu associate. america was an awesome place; and it will be again...good hindus and whosoever else wants to participate.
i think my father may fly up to join janus in watching Dylan play one of his last shows...i think i'd like that a lot. who knows, if we're lucky Bob will play "jokerman"...not that there's any symbolism or relevance in the song.
freedom, just around the corner for you/
but with Truth so far off/
what good will it do?/
oh, jokerman, you know what he wants,
janus
my bad, bitchez...i forgot to paste the song-link:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7AlEvy0fJto
(more lyrics)
distant ships sailin into the mist/
you were born with a snake in both of your fists/
while a hurricane was blowing/
oh, jokerman, you know what he wants/
oh, jokerman, you don't show any response/
...shedding off one more layer of skin/
you don't know where to begin/
...jokerman dance to the nightingale tune/
bird fly high to the light of the moon/
...well, the book of Leviticus & Dueteronomy/
the law of the jungle & the sea are my only teachers,
janus
Roughnecks, farmers, truck drivers - They make America RUN and I tip my hat to all of them...It takes politicians, bankers and lawyers to fuck things up....
Many of the smartest people I know do not need a college education.
IMPEACH BARAK ISIS HUSSEIN EBOLA OBAMA FOR TREASON !!!
AMNESTY = CIVIL WAR
basically where we are at
What a depressing set of choices, WB.
paging Bill banzai...
ZH ran a cartoon about a year ago (not one of yours), showed a "voter" between a Left wing Shill and a Right wing shill...
the gist of the cartoon was the closer you are aligned to either side of the political continuum, the "lighter" your wallet became...Do you remember that one? got a link
The turtles crawl out of their shells for one day every (6) years.
Gobble gobble!
Two turkeys not fit for human consumption.
Remember not to vote, it just encourages those bastards!
Careful WB7, you don't want to alienate yourself from ZH core demographic. Gun thumpin bible totin inbred rednecks who trust shiney metals but don't trust gubment and got the cream corn stains run all down they Sunday best.
first things first, zirpedge: it's Bible-thumping and gun-toting, not gun-thumping (ouch!) and Bible-toting -- don't mix your hackneyed cliches so thoughtlessly...someone (janus) may assume you're a poorly-bred gutter-snipe, petulantly attempting to neutralize the God-given advantages enjoyed by your betters ('folks' like janus) with ideological do-goodery. certainly, we've always looked down on the lower-orders; and for the longest time this was a function of our collective pity. but now we see that mercy and pity are but invitations for hostility and malice. time to take your little red books and your impassioned manifestos and kindle some bonfires.
and, just to be clear, i trust not in shiny metals nor guns nor what-have-yous, my faith is instead affirmed by the defining quality invariably found within you all: rank incompetence. in other words, i'll take Sunday's best over wednesday's worst any day of the week...even on wednesday (Woton's Day)...gird thyselves, denizens of hump-day, not even the valkyries can save you now!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7AlEvy0fJto
for some strange reason i have a hankerin for some gooey creamed corn,
janus
You are making a mistake that is typical of most humans. You are so self absorbed that you assume that other humans are like yourself. You may find this shocking, but many of us DO NOT fit your self description.
Shouldn't Bible be capitalized?
I work in the ultra deepwater oilfield and work with hundreds both highly educated professionals and the rednecks that you refer to. I can promise you that you are incorrect about the ZH demographic. Though I'm sure you make yourself feel better by placing yourself on a pedestal to feel superior. Good luck with that.
I'm going to ignore the fact that you claimed that Rednecks and Highley Educated Professionals are mutually exclusive. kind of ironic that you did that in scolding me about "feeling superior".
Answer me this, are hydrocarbons renewable resources?
Point taken, but I never implied that the rednecks weren't smart. There are plenty out here that are smart guys, but they just aren't the ones who read ZH. I am on the professional side of things but don't feel superior to the rednecks at all. You were the only one who referred to them in a derogatory sense, right? Lol way to get a rebuttal to backfire tough guy.
Ok to answer your question yes hydrocarbons are renewable, just not on a human time scale. Point being?
"Answer me this, are hydrocarbons renewable resources?"
Yes, on a long enough timeline
Zirpedge: What if they are right or even more importantly, what if they are wrong, but do not agree with you? Are you willing to protect the right of the world's smallest minority (the individual) to their own life and freedom to pursue their own happiness? If you simply despise them - fine, but if you're willing to force them then, that would have to make you a slave owner. Are you for slavery or against it?
Perfect