Anzac Day is , perhaps, one of the only days New Zealanders really celebrate that is a (relatively, barring aussie) unique thing to New Zealand.
It is a day to honour the dead who fought to protect our freedom. Those honoured dead who fought in the defense of our country. Those honoured dead who fought for an end to all war, again and again and again.
Lest we remember.
Lest we remember that in world war one we fought at Anzac cove in the hopes of crushing the Ottoman Empire and giving Istanbul to Russia. Russia being the last remaining absolute monarchy in Europe.
Lest we remember we fought for autocracy.
Lest we remember that, barring world war 2, no overseas war we have ever fought in has been in defense of our native soil. Lest we remember that our defense force has never been used as such.
Lest we remember that our men and women died under false pretenses. Remember that World war 1 was the war to end all wars. How many have we been dragged into since?
Lest we remember we have been called into defend dictators and tyrants world wide. Lest we remember we protected Syngman Rhee in Korea. The man whose government oversaw many massacres including that of the Jeju Massacre wherein security forces killed fourteen thousand people.
Or that of the enormous massacres in Vietnam, The agent orange, the napalm. I doubt i need to go into detail. Vietnamese atrocities are fairly firmly seared into the public conciousness.
Lest we remember why our countrymen died. Lest we remember for whom we fought.
Lest we not forget to wave our flags, Lest we not forget to march in step.
For if we are ever to be convinced to let our sons and daughters bleed once more we must not forget to forget.
Thursday, 24 April 2014
Friday, 19 July 2013
Prosoc
Does the news depress you?
Do you feel no one cares about the problems of the world?
Its easy to feel down, depressed and alone in this world but if you are sick of seeing nothing change then we have the cure for your ailments
Prosoc is a revolutionary cure to this country’s political ailments.
Cynicism and Apathy are diseases that affect thousands upon thousands of New Zealand citizens. It takes root during the early stages of our lives and if it is not cured before a human settles down it can become a permanent state of mind.
Symptoms of CnA are as follows
Believing that humans are inherently evil
Believing that the world is going to shit and there is nothing we can do about it
Believing humans are too stupid to change
Believing the environment is fucked and we’ll never be able to make a difference.
There are many and more symptoms of CnA all of which are just as detrimental to the type of world you want.
The way Prosoc works is by a novel reinfusion of an ancient compound called OnA, Which stands for Optimism and Action. The effects of this new compound are widely cited as the cause for many important social changes in the world.
The way this compound works under Prosoc is to provide a group where OnA can thrive.
Prosoc stands for The Protest Society. Essentially what Prosoc aims to achieve is to become a student society where anyone can come and propose a problem, crisis, law or ideal that needs to be protested for or against. It will serve as a group where students can come to find other people that are just as pissed off about the problems of world as they are. The students can then plan direct protest action to see their voices heard.
Finding other people who share your views provides a fertile ground for OnA to take seed and sprout. We at Prosoc aim to plant the seeds of OnA far and wide so we can truly quell the CnA epidemic that we are currently facing
CnA is so prevalent today that even though 71% of our country believes that the government is working for corporate interests not the interests of the people, there are no major protest efforts.
CnA is cultivated in the news media and the distraction efforts of the vast entertainment circus that surrounds us constantly.
We are made to feel small and powerless so we never stand up for change for fear of standing alone.
We are made to expect nothing of politicians so that it doesn’t surprise or infuriate us to action when it turns out that they lie, cheat and work against our interests.
We are told we shouldn’t whine about our condition as if standing up for yourself is a bad thing.
Cynicism is an excuse not to act.
It is easier to tell a person it isn’t possible than to try and make it possible.
It is easier to tell yourself the world wont change than to terraform the political landscape in your image.
In short Cynicism is the first stop for a coward too spineless to hold themself upright.
Apathy is a defense for the weak.
It is easier to never try to change anything because if you never try you can never fail.
It is easier say “you don’t care” because if you did care you might have to do something.
It is easier to hide beneath your blankets and tell the world outside that you don’t care about the world outside but don’t expect us to think of you as anything other than a child.
CnA is sometimes a conscious decision but it is often times just a state of mind that has been enforced by outside sources for so long that it has begun to be taken for granted.
OnA is mostly a conscious decision and often times a harder one. Though when your optimism and your action creates something that all can be proud of, there can be no better feeling.
“Politics is not a spectator sport” is our motto and that is particularly true in this current day and age where politicians are too corrupt or too afraid to take meaningful action against the problems our world faces today.
The voting system is not enough to ensure our representatives actually represent our actions. If we intend to get anything done we need to be working towards it ourselves instead of expecting others to do the work for us. If you want a slice of the cake you better have had a hand in baking it.
So. If I were to throw the ball in your court, if I were to ask you whether you wanted to act with us, Would you choose CnA or would you choose OnA?
Only one can secure a better life for you and your (future) children.
We all know which one it is.
PM me if you want to help with setting up Prosoc and getting this going. I want to get this started but I need help from others people. I have a few people already onboard but the faster this grows the faster we will see change.
Optimism and Action!
Tuesday, 9 July 2013
National party shocked at lack of interest
"Its an unfortunate day when the citizens of our country show no willingnness to secure their own future. I find it a damning indictment of our education system when our people believe that they are entitled to what everyone else has to pay for. With so little interest from the demographics that these asset sales effect most one can only come to the conclusion that they wish to see them sold to foreign companies." Key said to an audience on Monday.
He was, of course, referring to the recent Ministry of Social Development report that stated that:
" ...99% of citizens of the 7 and under age bracket do not intend to buy shares in our power generating assets"
A shocking statement for most New Zealanders as it shows once and for all that this young generation is indeed, the worst generation to have ever have existed.
So what exactly has caused our children to be so entitled?
Most people would say that it is because the majority of kids these days have grown up attached to the welfare state. They have gotten used to free healthcare and education and expect that the government should give them everything.
Some others (probably extremists) defend the children saying "Why should children have to pay for what was theirs before? Wait.. Why was there a report written about this? isn't that a grand waste of taxpayer money? Who the hell are you?"
A classic socialist tactic. Shift the topic of conversation away from the point at hand. I had to make a hasty escape as the extremist got more and more agitated. It is unfortunate some people have no regard for journalistic integrity.
I continued my way around the school and found a group of children at play. I beckoned them over to have an interview.
"Why is it that your generation doesn't want to pay for its electricity?" I asked politely.
The children looked confused, they had obviously never paid for electricity in their life or anything else for that matter.
"You do realise if you don't buy shares the Chinese will buy all our electricity? Do you really want that?"
At this point one of the children began crying liberal crocodile tears at the thought of paying something.
"Do you think that everything will just be handed to you? Do you even care about your fellow man? Who the fuck do you think you are?"
The interview was cut short by police who apprehended me roughly. It was at this point that i regretted my choice of a trenchcoat as attire. I also regretted being naked underneath it, it sort of put across the wrong idea.
Dispite my continued cries of "don't tread on me!" and "I know my rights motherfucker!" the police continued to haul me into their police car.
While i was in the back of the police car i wondered where we had gone so wrong. When had we got to the point that the young generations felt that it wasn't up to them to pay for our energy generating resources? It might have something to do with the fact that everyone under 18 don't get to vote on policies that will affect them. Or, more plausibly they are all communists who wish to abolish private property.
I might have something to do with the fact they have no money with which to buy them. Although it is not suprising filthy communists don't have the financial sense to actually have enough money.
It might be the fact that the National Party know that asset sales is unpopular and the majority of people in New Zealand don't agree with it. But if that were true then National wouldn't have its 49% majority in parliament
Thats when the police hauled me out. I was back home. "Sunnybrooks Asylum"
"Back where you belong you strange strange creature" the policeman said as the orderlies took me away.
"Don't tread on me motherfucker!"
He was, of course, referring to the recent Ministry of Social Development report that stated that:
" ...99% of citizens of the 7 and under age bracket do not intend to buy shares in our power generating assets"
A shocking statement for most New Zealanders as it shows once and for all that this young generation is indeed, the worst generation to have ever have existed.
So what exactly has caused our children to be so entitled?
Most people would say that it is because the majority of kids these days have grown up attached to the welfare state. They have gotten used to free healthcare and education and expect that the government should give them everything.
Some others (probably extremists) defend the children saying "Why should children have to pay for what was theirs before? Wait.. Why was there a report written about this? isn't that a grand waste of taxpayer money? Who the hell are you?"
A classic socialist tactic. Shift the topic of conversation away from the point at hand. I had to make a hasty escape as the extremist got more and more agitated. It is unfortunate some people have no regard for journalistic integrity.
I continued my way around the school and found a group of children at play. I beckoned them over to have an interview.
"Why is it that your generation doesn't want to pay for its electricity?" I asked politely.
The children looked confused, they had obviously never paid for electricity in their life or anything else for that matter.
"You do realise if you don't buy shares the Chinese will buy all our electricity? Do you really want that?"
At this point one of the children began crying liberal crocodile tears at the thought of paying something.
"Do you think that everything will just be handed to you? Do you even care about your fellow man? Who the fuck do you think you are?"
The interview was cut short by police who apprehended me roughly. It was at this point that i regretted my choice of a trenchcoat as attire. I also regretted being naked underneath it, it sort of put across the wrong idea.
Dispite my continued cries of "don't tread on me!" and "I know my rights motherfucker!" the police continued to haul me into their police car.
While i was in the back of the police car i wondered where we had gone so wrong. When had we got to the point that the young generations felt that it wasn't up to them to pay for our energy generating resources? It might have something to do with the fact that everyone under 18 don't get to vote on policies that will affect them. Or, more plausibly they are all communists who wish to abolish private property.
I might have something to do with the fact they have no money with which to buy them. Although it is not suprising filthy communists don't have the financial sense to actually have enough money.
It might be the fact that the National Party know that asset sales is unpopular and the majority of people in New Zealand don't agree with it. But if that were true then National wouldn't have its 49% majority in parliament
Thats when the police hauled me out. I was back home. "Sunnybrooks Asylum"
"Back where you belong you strange strange creature" the policeman said as the orderlies took me away.
"Don't tread on me motherfucker!"
Monday, 1 July 2013
You are not an individual
I've been told that i'm unique and
special my whole life. I grew up on it. The TV shouted it at me every
time i went to school and every time i got home. My teachers reassured
me of it even though i had never known anything different. It prevaded
our culture so thoroughly you would have to live in a cave to not know
that you were a special little snowflake with a world of potential in
your hands.
I understand why we are told this. Self-esteem is important. You have to know that you are a worthwhile human being to ever believe that you can achieve greatness. So we were told over and over again.
As we went through school the mantra changed. Slowly it morphed from "you are unique and special" to something less patronising.
"you are an individual"
I understand why we were told this too. We were teenagers. we were finding our identity and some of us were struggling with it. We had to be told that we could think for ourselves, that we could and should be ourselves whatever that may be.
As i grew older and i left high school these three things played on my mind.
I'm unique
I'm special
I am an individual.
I understood these to be good things. I understood these to be the pillars that i could always fall back to.
I'm unique
The world has never and will never have a person like me again. My thoughts and actions are new and innovative.
I'm special
What i offer is worthwhile. What i offer is great. What i offer is useful to the rest of the world and the world needs me because i am great and i am worthwhile.
I am an individual.
Everything I am i lay claim to. I have created myself from the ground up. If the world lost me it would be losing a piece of the puzzle that it would never get back. I had something to offer that no one in this world can offer, i just need to figure out what it is.
And these things paralyzed me.
Now i'm not going to blame external forces for my problems and cry "woe is me, everyone has been out to destroy me from the get go!" That is not the purpose of this. I am not looking for sympathy, I'm looking to explain something i realised not too long ago.
I am not an individual.
Not too long ago i identified as a hippy. I liked the term and i liked the connotations. I still do to some extent.
I chose to identify with being a hippy just after i got back from Canada. I felt it explained alot (but not all) about me and it was an expression of my individuality. I felt secure in myself because i had found something that i could desrcibe myself as. In essence i had found who i was.
I found new ideas to set myself apart from people, i learnt new skills to set myself apart, I didn't buy too many new clothes because i was and still am pretty poor.
It was cool to see how i acted, dressed and thought and affirm my differences from other people. Finally i could affirm what i had always told myself.
I am unique.
I am special
I am an individual.
I read somewhere that punks are fools because they think being an individual means dressing the same as their friends. I laughed at that and realised the fool i was being.
Being an individual isn't based on the clothes you wear or the skills you learn. Being a hippy doesn't make me unique if anything it makes me less unique because i attached myself to a group.
Once again i was thrown into not knowing who i am.
I still identified as a hippy from time to time because it felt safe to atleast pretend to know who i was.
I started identifying with what beliefs i held because surely those were my own. These were the problems i had tousled with in my mind. These were problems i sat in bed thinking about for days before coming up with an adaquate answer that i felt safe putting my faith in.
So I became my ideas. I became anti-monogamy. I became anti-sterotypes (funnily enough) I became anti-right wing and i became a lover of people and diversity.
I loved people because they were individuals. They were all radically different from one another and they knew it. They acted differently, thought differently. They were all different. They knew what they were. They had it figured out. I should aspire to be them.
So i talked to as many people as i could. I gleamed from them what their individuality was. What they defined themselves as. I started asking questions that went deeper. Instead of askign how are you i started asking "how is life" on the hopes they would talk about something a bit deeper than "good" "aw alright" etc etc.
I talked to more and more people and more and more those peoples ideas effected me. They changed the way i think, They changed the way i act. The more i learnt the more i changed and i began to feel that i was a fleshed out person. That i was becoming unique, special and most of all an individual.
For a while i felt great about this. When people talked to me they told me how interesting i was, They told me how crazy my stories were and they told me they wished they knew as much as me.
It would have been easy to claim that that was all me. It would be easy to think "yeah i'm interesting as fuck." "yeah i've seen and done alot" "yeah i am really fucking smart"
But in the back of my head i knew i had gotten all that information from the internet or people or books. I knew all those experiences i had were half because of me and half because of the other person who allowed me to have that experience with them.
In the end i realised that I was and still am, just an incredibly porous sponge.
I soak all this knowledge and experience from all around me but just because it is in my mind doesn't mean it is mine.
Slowly i realised that everything i have ever learnt is because of someone else.
It sounds very very pessimistic but its not. I think its really beautiful.
Every word i ever learnt, i learnt by reading what someone else had written. Almost every concept that i have learnt i have not learnt through working out the formulas myself but because i have read or been taught the formula that someone else wrote.
I started to realise that all my beliefs were just an amalgamation of thousands of different lessons i had been taught my various people. The way i act are movements that i copied from movies, tv, people i've seen, friends, brothers, sisters. People.
Hardly anything that i am was created by me.
So i realised that I am not unique.
I am not special
I am certainly not an individual.
Everything i am, I owe to the teacher who taught me. They gave it freely to me and i appropriated it for my own use. I have no right to claim anything i learnt as my own because i didn't invent it. Even if i were to be the person who invented it, every bit of prerequiste knowledge i needed to invent that thing wouldn't be my own.
The invention would be the sum of a thousand inventions before it.
So this realisation taught me a few life lessons:
1) no knowledge can be hoarded. The only reason you know what you know is because other people taught you
2) It is in our best interests to teach others. Like we were taught how to be who we are, so too must we teach others so they can build on what we have given them.
3) I should not aspire to be an individual. It alienates us from our peers. It makes us believe trying to distance ourselves from people who will help us is beneficial to us. It tells us that what we have learnt is a commodity that is our own, that is ourselves. It stifles change by cutting us off from eachother in the constant effort to be different.
This is who i am. Just an amalgamation of thousands of lessons and ideas passed down through generations. I am not an individual and i love it.
I understand why we are told this. Self-esteem is important. You have to know that you are a worthwhile human being to ever believe that you can achieve greatness. So we were told over and over again.
As we went through school the mantra changed. Slowly it morphed from "you are unique and special" to something less patronising.
"you are an individual"
I understand why we were told this too. We were teenagers. we were finding our identity and some of us were struggling with it. We had to be told that we could think for ourselves, that we could and should be ourselves whatever that may be.
As i grew older and i left high school these three things played on my mind.
I'm unique
I'm special
I am an individual.
I understood these to be good things. I understood these to be the pillars that i could always fall back to.
I'm unique
The world has never and will never have a person like me again. My thoughts and actions are new and innovative.
I'm special
What i offer is worthwhile. What i offer is great. What i offer is useful to the rest of the world and the world needs me because i am great and i am worthwhile.
I am an individual.
Everything I am i lay claim to. I have created myself from the ground up. If the world lost me it would be losing a piece of the puzzle that it would never get back. I had something to offer that no one in this world can offer, i just need to figure out what it is.
And these things paralyzed me.
Now i'm not going to blame external forces for my problems and cry "woe is me, everyone has been out to destroy me from the get go!" That is not the purpose of this. I am not looking for sympathy, I'm looking to explain something i realised not too long ago.
I am not an individual.
Not too long ago i identified as a hippy. I liked the term and i liked the connotations. I still do to some extent.
I chose to identify with being a hippy just after i got back from Canada. I felt it explained alot (but not all) about me and it was an expression of my individuality. I felt secure in myself because i had found something that i could desrcibe myself as. In essence i had found who i was.
I found new ideas to set myself apart from people, i learnt new skills to set myself apart, I didn't buy too many new clothes because i was and still am pretty poor.
It was cool to see how i acted, dressed and thought and affirm my differences from other people. Finally i could affirm what i had always told myself.
I am unique.
I am special
I am an individual.
I read somewhere that punks are fools because they think being an individual means dressing the same as their friends. I laughed at that and realised the fool i was being.
Being an individual isn't based on the clothes you wear or the skills you learn. Being a hippy doesn't make me unique if anything it makes me less unique because i attached myself to a group.
Once again i was thrown into not knowing who i am.
I still identified as a hippy from time to time because it felt safe to atleast pretend to know who i was.
I started identifying with what beliefs i held because surely those were my own. These were the problems i had tousled with in my mind. These were problems i sat in bed thinking about for days before coming up with an adaquate answer that i felt safe putting my faith in.
So I became my ideas. I became anti-monogamy. I became anti-sterotypes (funnily enough) I became anti-right wing and i became a lover of people and diversity.
I loved people because they were individuals. They were all radically different from one another and they knew it. They acted differently, thought differently. They were all different. They knew what they were. They had it figured out. I should aspire to be them.
So i talked to as many people as i could. I gleamed from them what their individuality was. What they defined themselves as. I started asking questions that went deeper. Instead of askign how are you i started asking "how is life" on the hopes they would talk about something a bit deeper than "good" "aw alright" etc etc.
I talked to more and more people and more and more those peoples ideas effected me. They changed the way i think, They changed the way i act. The more i learnt the more i changed and i began to feel that i was a fleshed out person. That i was becoming unique, special and most of all an individual.
For a while i felt great about this. When people talked to me they told me how interesting i was, They told me how crazy my stories were and they told me they wished they knew as much as me.
It would have been easy to claim that that was all me. It would be easy to think "yeah i'm interesting as fuck." "yeah i've seen and done alot" "yeah i am really fucking smart"
But in the back of my head i knew i had gotten all that information from the internet or people or books. I knew all those experiences i had were half because of me and half because of the other person who allowed me to have that experience with them.
In the end i realised that I was and still am, just an incredibly porous sponge.
I soak all this knowledge and experience from all around me but just because it is in my mind doesn't mean it is mine.
Slowly i realised that everything i have ever learnt is because of someone else.
It sounds very very pessimistic but its not. I think its really beautiful.
Every word i ever learnt, i learnt by reading what someone else had written. Almost every concept that i have learnt i have not learnt through working out the formulas myself but because i have read or been taught the formula that someone else wrote.
I started to realise that all my beliefs were just an amalgamation of thousands of different lessons i had been taught my various people. The way i act are movements that i copied from movies, tv, people i've seen, friends, brothers, sisters. People.
Hardly anything that i am was created by me.
So i realised that I am not unique.
I am not special
I am certainly not an individual.
Everything i am, I owe to the teacher who taught me. They gave it freely to me and i appropriated it for my own use. I have no right to claim anything i learnt as my own because i didn't invent it. Even if i were to be the person who invented it, every bit of prerequiste knowledge i needed to invent that thing wouldn't be my own.
The invention would be the sum of a thousand inventions before it.
So this realisation taught me a few life lessons:
1) no knowledge can be hoarded. The only reason you know what you know is because other people taught you
2) It is in our best interests to teach others. Like we were taught how to be who we are, so too must we teach others so they can build on what we have given them.
3) I should not aspire to be an individual. It alienates us from our peers. It makes us believe trying to distance ourselves from people who will help us is beneficial to us. It tells us that what we have learnt is a commodity that is our own, that is ourselves. It stifles change by cutting us off from eachother in the constant effort to be different.
This is who i am. Just an amalgamation of thousands of lessons and ideas passed down through generations. I am not an individual and i love it.
Monday, 3 June 2013
Accumulation
There isn't a hell of alot to do at work so most of the time i write or draw. This is the accumlated bullshit of my notebook.
Don't take it too seriously
Why should we allow the cathedral to be rebuilt?
The cathedral is a building that is there for only a select portion of society. Anglicans. Its not only just christians but its a particular type of christians.
Why should we allow our central plaza to be dominated by the leavings of a bygone era? an era of repression and suffering, exclusion and hatred.
Now the space is free why not us it for something we could all use? Maybe like a blowjob machine?
Now thats what i would called progress.
New zealand has a problem with the brain drain. Our best and brightest go overseas for the money they can earn.
They do so because they can. They have no children or wives or husbands so they go elsewhere.
nothing holds them back.
We lament the loss of our budding specialists yet do nothing to convince them to stay. But what could we do? we can't pay them what other countries can. we are a wealthy country but some will always be richer.
Our country is rich in other ways.
We are isolated.
Apart from the maori land wars no war has ever touched our sleepy isles.
Our government, while it doesn't provide enough for its citizens it provides huge amounts more than other countries. Where we have interest free student loans other countries provide nothing for their citizens or student loans with interest that introduce young adults to a life of debt.
New zealand is near to being the best place to raise a family one could be offered.
For the restless youth our land offers not the adventure or the money foreign countries do. We will never keep the young from leaving, that is their right. We can however convince them to come back when they are ready to settle.
The problem with admitting this is we will lose our specialists, we wont regain them for a long time, if at all. In the meantime we will lack doctors, nurses, teachers and professors.
There are those who grow fearful of their country.
In the last few years the wealth inequality of the U.S. has skyrocketted while some people are paid eight dollars an hour others earn 1000 a second.
The patriot act has nullified the 1st ammendment
NDAA has nullified the 5th and 6th
The constitution means nothing anymore
Expect it to be legally nullfied within 50 years. Cops kill innocents and get off scot-free, Peaceful protests are broken with vicious force
While the murder rate has been going down for some time it is still frightening.
The land of the free in name only.
It is not suprising that there are those who wish to jump the sinking ship.
They wish to have a ship which will support them. A ship that they can live on till the end of their days and their children too.
They wish for a ship that doesn't force them to walk the plank if they aren't rich and psychopathic.
Lets open our borders to American refugees.
Because its better to take people out before the building crumbles than to wait for it to fall then search for survivors.
When the rising sea swallows the pasific islands (as it is already doing) where will the thousands upon thousands of polynesians go?
Where are we going?
Sand dunes rolled past him as he struggled with his binds.
He'd been in the back of the hovercar for two days now. and all he'd seen since he was thrust in was dunes.
Dunes, dunes, dunes. He might've been bored by them if he wasn't so extraordinarily high. The air was warm which was weird because its like a desert and shit.
The lemur drove on without speaking. She hadn't said a word the whole ride.
Her tail swayed from side to side as she stood by the steering wheel. She had muscular arms for a lemur she could have definately lifted a desk, a large one probably.
The haze wasn't fading anytime fast. I am still incredibly incredibly high, I thought. He tried to remember how he came to be in this position but the mental stress was too much.
"Where are we going"
Was the first sentence i croaked when I remembered i could speak.
The lemurs face snapped around and stared directly into my eyes.
"The party"
It then snapped its head back towards the way it was driving. The car had not veered off course once.
He tried to remember what he knew about lemmings. It had become difficult with all the lemurs around.
I sighed. I was beginning to come down. and i was remembering more. Penguins...
Penguins came to mind...
But why? what could penguins have to do with my situation, i asked myself. I mean i'm in the desert why would i remember penguins? maybe its my body playing a trick on me, i'm probably way dehydrated i'm thinking about cold things cos i'm thirsty.
Then it hit me.
there were many of them. They talked to me In Bamako, I met them in a bar.
They appeared out of nowhere. One clamped his hand over my lips and another few held me down.
I recognized them instantly.
They were the Penguins out of Madagascar.
"Calm. caaaaalm down!" the penguins whispered through his beak. " We just want to talk. We are going to let you go but just don't break our cover."
They slowly let go of me.
They all exhaled.
"Now i know you must think you are tripping balls your not. We are right here talking to you right now."
" we've come to offer you a proposal."
I contemplated what a penguin might want from me, I imagined something to do with fish.
"sell it to me"
So i sat and waited as the penguins explained their plan.
I was to go out into the sahara in a hovercraft filled with supplies. I would drive to a location whose coordinates were carved into the dash. When i got there i was assured that the penguins had a stash of an ancient tuareg technology called.
Jinturba
It was the most powerful THC hit you will ever feel. Lasting for days of absolute bliss and monglike states. So powerful the penguins said that two could administer the lethal dose.
Needless to say i was in.
The penguins said that if i brought half of it back i could have the other. They also pointed out that they were tracking the hovercart and would turn off the hovercart and leave him to die if he tried to fuck them over.
The Hovercraft stopped and the lemur jumped out.
In the distance i could hear music. The beats of drums and thousands of high pitched voices.
The Lemurlady was chatting with another lemur. I'm not a an expert on lemur facial structure but i think they were happy to see me. Maybe in my stoned stupor i made friends with the lemurs? Why would i be tied up?
I was hauled out of the hover car. I was wrong the lemur could probably lift two large tables. she moved towards the music. Gradually i began to make out the words...
We like..... Move....... we....... like to....... We like to move it, move it! We like to move it, move it!
"Dear lord" i Thought. I'm too high to be at a social event let alone a lemur social event.
As i entered all the lemurs were shocked to see me they hollered and they whistled and the cheered with their pinched lemur faces. I didn't know what i had done but damn was i loving the attention. I was waving at the lemurs and they were waving back and like i was sure that small one wanted the D.
The took me up towards a statue in the center of the party and we started climbing up.
Up and Up and up we went until the lemurs looked like smaller lemurs.
We reached the top of the statue and boy was there a view.
Fucking dunes as far as you could see. Laaame. "I'm fucking sick of sand."
Ladylemur snapped her head at me and bit off my ear.
AHHH AGRRGRGGHHH UHAHAHAAUUUAAAAAAA I screamed horribly.
The lemurs gathered around and stabbed needles into me. The tubes slowly drew my blood away from me and into the statue.
"this is a dream this is a dream oh god this is a dream " i muttered frantically.
I could see the lemurs all crowding around the statue. There were people holding little droppers attached to tubes and dropping blood on lemurs tounges.
My blood.
I struggled meekly but the drug was overpowering. I was just so intensely high, My mong state just hadn't been pierced at all. I was practically a lump of flesh for all the good i could do. I watched as My life slowly dripped away onto the tounges of stoned lemurs and the words rang in my head
We like to move it move it
We to move it move it
We like to move it move it
We like to
MOVE IT!
All the smog and lights over our cities is just a government conspiracy to shorten our horizons. It forces us to focus on our day to day, basic tasks.
Like the lighting and effects of a theatre show, the ruling classes have created a show. They have put it on every day to stop us wondering
About our place in the universe. We look at the stars and wonder whats out there and as we are wondering what could be out there in the vast
expanse of space we come to the realisation that we haven't even explored a minute scrap of this earths surface for ourselves. Keeping us in isolation
from eachother, glumly tredging through a world of black and grey clouds.
(i don't actually believe this)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hh5ni5L-MSc&list=LLMkdC7sUBCcZh8vw6oLjJAg
Yep. Thats it.
Thursday, 21 March 2013
I'll talk to you again when I'm a better person
Yo.
I'm sure those who read this blog already know but i got a job. Its a pretty fucking sweet job.
I got taught how to make coffee by the job which i was stoked about. They sent me to a course to relearn all my barista training shite that i did in high school. Its cool being in a job which actually wants to better its workers (fuck you Euro Cafe)
I work from 7pm-3am 5 days a week. I thought i would be really hammered by the schedule until i realised that falling asleep at 3am and waking up at 12 was my usual routine anyway.
My job consists of keeping everything clean, restocking the fridges, making a few coffees but the most strenuous part of the job (and the thing i spend most time doing) is reading Game of Thrones.
Because there is precious fuck all people in the airport once i've done all my work to a decent standard (which doesn't take long at all) I can just read Game of Thrones.
Stannis is a wanker.
A guy came into work today and berated my supervisor for moving the wheelie bin. "bring back the WHEELIE BIN!" he said with a certain eloquence that only a drunk skinhead can have.
he rambled around the airport snorting and shouting. Generally waking up all the travellers who were sprawled around on the floor.
He came up to the supervisor and asked for a latte then when she said that she had called security he inexplicably told her " ah yeah your not the type to have a double degree are ya?"
I think it was an insult on her intelligence but it didn't really have the punch that it could have because the cig he had behind his ear dropped to the ground and he hit his head on the counter picking it up.
The airport police man came in.
I call him the crimson chin
I sort of imagine the tune of "business time" to be playing at this point
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WGOohBytKTU
He went up and talked to him. You could see a glint in his eyes as he eyed up the suspect. They chatted for a while. You could cut the sexual tension with a knife. The skinhead had gone red in the cheeks, It was love. The chin turned him around and started patting him down.
"that's all part of it, that's foreplay."
The police man spent alot of time patting him down. he spent alot of time on the legs and buttocks area. He went down, down, down.
" and you know when you down to your socks you know what time it is"
"its business time"
So the chin led the skinhead to his love station. The skinhead wailed cries that i could only assume to be primal mating calls.
True love has been born this day.
Its business time....
Its business time.....
I'm sure those who read this blog already know but i got a job. Its a pretty fucking sweet job.
I got taught how to make coffee by the job which i was stoked about. They sent me to a course to relearn all my barista training shite that i did in high school. Its cool being in a job which actually wants to better its workers (fuck you Euro Cafe)
I work from 7pm-3am 5 days a week. I thought i would be really hammered by the schedule until i realised that falling asleep at 3am and waking up at 12 was my usual routine anyway.
My job consists of keeping everything clean, restocking the fridges, making a few coffees but the most strenuous part of the job (and the thing i spend most time doing) is reading Game of Thrones.
Because there is precious fuck all people in the airport once i've done all my work to a decent standard (which doesn't take long at all) I can just read Game of Thrones.
Stannis is a wanker.
A guy came into work today and berated my supervisor for moving the wheelie bin. "bring back the WHEELIE BIN!" he said with a certain eloquence that only a drunk skinhead can have.
he rambled around the airport snorting and shouting. Generally waking up all the travellers who were sprawled around on the floor.
He came up to the supervisor and asked for a latte then when she said that she had called security he inexplicably told her " ah yeah your not the type to have a double degree are ya?"
I think it was an insult on her intelligence but it didn't really have the punch that it could have because the cig he had behind his ear dropped to the ground and he hit his head on the counter picking it up.
The airport police man came in.
I call him the crimson chin
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| I'm fucking great at photoshop |
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WGOohBytKTU
He went up and talked to him. You could see a glint in his eyes as he eyed up the suspect. They chatted for a while. You could cut the sexual tension with a knife. The skinhead had gone red in the cheeks, It was love. The chin turned him around and started patting him down.
"that's all part of it, that's foreplay."
The police man spent alot of time patting him down. he spent alot of time on the legs and buttocks area. He went down, down, down.
" and you know when you down to your socks you know what time it is"
"its business time"
So the chin led the skinhead to his love station. The skinhead wailed cries that i could only assume to be primal mating calls.
True love has been born this day.
Its business time....
Its business time.....
Monday, 4 February 2013
On monogamy
On Monogamy
I saw a post on my facebook feed the other day. Some woman said we have r13 r 16 r18 for movies because the themes those movies held shouldnt be shown to people of those ages. She said that alternative sex practices (homosexuality) dont seem to have a R-anything and teaching her kids alternative sex practice just isn't appropriate.
I saw a post on my facebook feed the other day. Some woman said we have r13 r 16 r18 for movies because the themes those movies held shouldnt be shown to people of those ages. She said that alternative sex practices (homosexuality) dont seem to have a R-anything and teaching her kids alternative sex practice just isn't appropriate.
Two can play at this game.
I don't think its appropriate to teach kids that monogamy is a normal or preferable way of living life. Monogamy is when people stay in a relationship with one person and don't have sex outside of that relationship.
Its my opinion that this form of relationship, among other things, degrades romance, causes trust problems and nurtures an environment where negative emotions can thrive.
I don't think its appropriate to teach kids that monogamy is a normal or preferable way of living life. Monogamy is when people stay in a relationship with one person and don't have sex outside of that relationship.
Its my opinion that this form of relationship, among other things, degrades romance, causes trust problems and nurtures an environment where negative emotions can thrive.
So get on with it will ya?
Monogamy causes trust problems.
Monogamy causes trust problems.
I've seen it happen all the time. Lets start a scenario. Dani (or danny) in a fit of lust, maybe at a party, maybe elsewhere, has gone and had sex with someone that isnt their partner. The partner in a fit of jealousy breaks off the relationship and causes a rift between the two and their respective friend groups.
Now. In most circumstances when the Dani has cheated that sex meant nothing to them apart from the hugely pleasurable act of acting on their lust. Dani isn't planning to elope. They aren't planning on running off with them person and starting a new life having cut the previous relationship out in its entireity. Generally they have just got really horny over a particular person and their lust had become too much. They just wanted mindless sex.
But Dannies previous partner feels hard done by. Why exactly?
The relationship hasn't changed. Her DNA hasn't been sullied by this act. Her is still the same person behind it all.
Sex with her hasn't been sullied. This isn't the middle ages. No one is virginal till they meet you. If that were the case then you wouldn't want to have sex with her because of her past partners.
The relationship hasn't changed. Her DNA hasn't been sullied by this act. Her is still the same person behind it all.
Sex with her hasn't been sullied. This isn't the middle ages. No one is virginal till they meet you. If that were the case then you wouldn't want to have sex with her because of her past partners.
Monogamy creates a situation in which you have to worry about whether the other half of your relationship is out having initimate times with someone who isn't you. It makes you constantly wary of what your other half is doing.
This often breaks friendships. Lizzie might be spending a bit of time with Rob maybe they have been spending a little too much time in the eyes of Bill, Lizzies boyfriend. Bill tells Lizzie that she has to spend less time with Rob or stop seeing him all together or even at the smallest level Bill might tell Lizzie it concerns him how much time she is spending with him.
This then means these things to me:
Bill doesn't trust that lizzie loves him enough to stay emotionally attached to him.
Bill doesn't trust that lizzie loves him enough to stay emotionally attached to him.
Lizzie now feels bill doesn't trust her to not go and fuck any person that comes along.
Rob now feels awkward (if he knows about it) and will probably distance himself from the friendship.
If you truly love a person and you trust them you can trust them to see whoever they feel and at anytime they want with as much frequency as they want. A relationship means trusting in your mutual love for eachother if you cannot trust your partner that they will come back to you at the end of the day because they love who you are then I question why you are in that relationship in the first place.
So now we return to Dani who has cheated on her boyfriend. The most obvious argument that I'm sure you are wondering why I didn't address I will now address.
Dani broke her partners trust didn't she? It was a unspoken arrangement that you wouldn't have sex outside of the relationship. Dani is still at fault because that was the arrangement she agreed on right?
Monogamy degrades romance
Now it seems that its not your trust he has broken but your pride. That woman was yours and no one else should be having sex with her.
That woman was yours (I understand this is a strawman but people say this all the time and I still think its a valid point)
That woman was yours....
In what way was she yours? This sounds to be like she is your property. That she isn't a person you love but a commodity that you can hoard away for your personal benefit.
In what way was she yours? This sounds to be like she is your property. That she isn't a person you love but a commodity that you can hoard away for your personal benefit.
Monogamy says that you have the right to tell your partner what she or he can do with her own body as if you have any right to another persons body.
How wholly unromantic.
I would never want to be in a relationship where my partner felt she had the right to tell me what I could eat or drink or who I could associate with
Why does it change with sex? We are all our own people. We are not our partners, we are individuals. We have total liberty over our bodies because anything less makes us slaves within our own skins!
How is this romance? How can any relationship where the other person can tell you what you are allowed to do and not allowed to do be considered loving, trusting or romantic?
We talk about loving a person as they are but we apparently draw that line just before the persons sexuality and sexual needs.
But perhaps it truly was your trust she broke. The agreement was no sex outside of our relationship, however unromantic or isn't doesn't make a difference. This was her agreement and she must stick to it.
Monogamy holds our emotions and youth to ransom
The predominant relationship model in our society is monogomous. If you want to be in a relationship chances are you are going to have to be monogomous regardless if you feel it is right or if you feel breaks the whole concept of love.
We may love a person hugely but have to succumb to monogamy because anything else isn't considered a relationship at all.
For those of my age we are in the age where we would like to have many sexual experiences and many meaningful emotional connections but monogamy holds us to ransom.
If you want to have a meaningful emotional connection with someone you will have to remain monogamous and there is also a chance that because of a ridiculous idea that has been perpetuated throughout the media, you cannot or should not remain friends with the partner afterwards.
If you want to have heaps of sexual experiences chances are you are going to have to trawl the clubs and bars. But if you like to know the person beforehand, perhaps you like to know that they are at all similar to you or they aren't stupid or they are a cool person well fuck you better get into a relationship with someone (no this isn't true of all sexual experiences. I know plenty of people who are intimate with a lot of interesting people)
The problem with Dani's situation is that yes she did go back on the relationship you agreed to but was she given a choice of relationships? Would you have thought of her as a whore if she wanted to act on her sexuality away from you?
If yes (or if you wouldnt call her a whore but something more PC) then is your relationship based on love or possession?
But in the end has her indisgression changed anything at all? Has it destroyed the relationship?
Only if you want it to.
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