NON-FICTION: AHISTORICAL THEISTS: WHY VS. HOW

As usual, the South Park guys put their reasonable assessment in Stan's mouth.  In response to Richard Dawkins, he calmly utters the how/why dichotomy, that, in it's very utterance, displays both a disgusting ignorance of history and of epistemology.

Christianity and all other religions arose as HOW answers.  How did the plagues befall Pharaohs people?  God's will.  How did humans lose their innocence?  Adam and Eve?  How did the fossils get deposited?  God made the flood.  How did various semitic populations die to the benefit of the ancient Jews?  God killed them.

But, as empirical evidence has increasingly been favored over metahporic reasoning, and imperatives of the past, Religion's explanatory role has been further and further eroded to the point where it desperately clings to any gap that scientists have not yet explained.

Why questions are questions based in empirical reality, and debatable and answerable by reference to empirical reality.

The bible and all other myths were propositions of how things happened and what people ought to do in their lives.  As such, it is subject to the same faculties of reasoning that the prospect of murder and fixing a car are subject to:  empirical observation, falsification, and demonstrable evidence.

How VS Why?  As if this atheism-theism just arose twenty years ago?  Pathetic.

NON-FICTION: Vidal on Obama and Me on Vidal

He's right that Obama is twice the intellectual that Kennedy, and, I suspect right that Obama is too delicate.

On the idea that he won't be reelected. I don't think that's likely, yet.

He also said Obama didn't have Kennedy's naval experience and thus doesn't know what it's like to have the enemy's anger directed at you and generals lying to you.

But I guess Obama must know that the military commanders are not all in agreement and not all to be trusted.

The real issue for Obama's success is whether he can get out from under the barrage he's under and step out in front as the leader.

That brings to mind another point. When I see Obama shrugging off the lies that the right is spreading, it is sufficient for me. But Vidal may be right that Obama is overestimating his audience. Although the constant fear angle has made a lot of Americans a little cynical of the kind of drama that the right is promoting, it seems to have an effect on stalling the Democrats on anything close to a public option. So maybe Obama should have been treating the congress more like the easily intimidated benefactors of coroporate patrons that they are.

Hopefully, when the bases we have all over the world start closing down, and we start becoming a country only capable of high-tech and tourism, the Rush Limbaughs and Cheney's will be relegated to minority fascist groups, or all emigrate to the military superpower.

NON-FICTION: Obama=Reasonable, Therefore, Bad

Some of the blame is rightly put upon my own freckled shoulders, and the surrounding fatty areas. If I spent more time riding my bike instead of being unemployed, in my boxers, in front of the computer, than I would have less occasion to watch the news channels.

But, since I am already in this situation, I cannot avoid frustration at the freakish treatment of Barack Obama.

When Bush did anything reasonable, we were surprised, even if we hated him, we felt a little bit of something like pride, like when a homeless guy you always see turns up one day with an mp3 player. You can't help but think "That's not bad. Guess he lucked out."

But with Barack Obama, every thing he does occasions the question "Is the honeymoon over?" or "Is Obama's star quality fading?"

Today, everyone is talking about how bad receiving a NOBEL fucking peace PRIZE will hurt him!

He came to power and the rest of the world had a better attitude towards our country, and this creates a less hostile world, and perhaps, less hostility might someday, if the advanced technology to asess this ever becomes available through alien distribution, be equivalent to peace.

That's what Obama did, whether or not he's really evil and full of shit and overrated. He came to power through preaching unity and the betterment of people of this country. He preached that America needed more diplomacy, a little bit of humbleness, and a lot of hope.

That makes people feel better. Not only did he get rid of the whole "What ya gonna' do about it, bitch?" approach to public relations that the Bush Administration loved, he gave us a better model.

But god those freaks just gotta fucking talk. So all day they've had guys on talking about should Obama ignore it, should he accept it in person. Maybe he should have the nobel comittee renditioned and bomb the ceremonies to show that he's not arrogant enough to accept a prize.

And, for other white people, I know there has to be something else going on in their heads when they see this black guy up there and everybody likes him and he sounds like a highly reasonable and confident leader.

But, to review, the question today is: How much of a dickhead is Obama for getting an award?

A better question would be, when the fuck are we get a public option.

If we do, all this fear mongering, pseudo-fiscal assessments will whither away in fifteen years or so, and the next time some other evildoer wants to provide more security of life for the poor and disadvantaged, reactionaries will put out commercials telling people on the public option that the new reforms will take away their healthcare.

反动派被打倒， 社会主义没来更糟糕

FICTION: Darren's Perilous Journey: P.329, I try to revive Merlin.

How could I blame America, when it had done so much for me, like educated me and shown me the dreams I would someday have of boats?

This Merlin fool couldn't be down for the count. After all, was he not this fabled and legended man of magic and mystery that had withstood the tests of time and sorcery?

So I dashed back to the lounging room and grabbed him by the shoulders.

"Come on, thy liege! You still got a spark or two left inside of you yet!"

Then, just like that, without warning, he suddenly lept up pushing me back off the cushioned seat and causing me to fall over.

"Oh dear!, he sclaimed. "What sort of predicament hath we been waylaid by now? The grand Arthur abducted, and for what? and for by whom? Methinks I already know of where to for he has been grabbed away!"

He paused and swirled his wizened finger high in the air, then brought it down quickly, pointing at the ground: "The Blue Foxes!"

I did a second take, and flinched in incomprehension? What the hell was he talking about?

And then, as if he was reading my mind, he iterated the long descent into hellishness that was being spurred on by the very dastardly band that had, moments ago, absconded with the would be subject of my hagriography.

"It's like this." he explained. "The Blue Foxes are a chillingly mysterious order, shrouded in ignorance and vehemence, whose codes and rules are few. Mainly, they seek the overthrow of Arthur, and the imprisonment of all Sodomites, and those who oppose the crusades.

"My all seeing Eye tells me that they are now, at this very moment, ensconced in a hideout, way out on the far edge of the galaxy, on a planet inhabited by freaky reptiles, who lust after nothing more than the very blood of true Aryans, the light of hair and blue of eye."

"If you need no other preparation, and if you lack the cowards hesitation, than off we be, my young sire."

Aww, doulbe schnaaap! Now, after all this mayhem and callous disregard for linear progression, I was fonna check out how they hang up in space, and come face to face with a bunch of bad guys.

But, then, when all was said and done, what was I to do? What choice had I ever had in all this. In my dreams of the boat incomparable, had I not already wagered my life against the snobbish hands of fate?

A life I had, to be lost, but a boat I had, to be gained.

I gave Merlyn a dominant male sort of wink, with a sharp downward nod of my head. and he needed no further permission. He waved his wand and a shower of sprinkling stardust befell us.

No sooner had the shower descended than were we ensconced in another world, a world of empty terrain, that we looked out upon from the confines of a blue dome.

But we were not alone. There was someone else in the room. he sat behind us, at a desk. He was smoking a cigar and bouncing a bottle of pills up and down in his hand.

Merlyn said "Commander Rushbo, I presume."

What the F yo!! Did he really mean all that? Could it really be true what he was saying and shit?

I couldn't believe it. Was this fat little dude the real El Rushbo? But he had supposedly been rounded up and exo-cutted for taking part in the attack on Obama.

I was freaked out. But, you know what? I didn't even have time to stay freaked out. Cause just then Commander Rushbo lept up with ferocious energy, like a vicious animal in attack mode, and pointed an AK gloccer at us.

Merlyn didn't even flinch. With a dainty flick of his wand, El Rushbo was suddenly entwined in a Wonder Woman rope.

Then, surprisingly, at least I was surprised, I mean, he used his wand to send the gun over to me.

He gave me a look of utter inhumanity, as if suddenly he were something different.

"Do it!" he commanded. "Put the little pig out of his misery. He's the guy that's planning to kill your hagriographical subject. And, he's a racist!"

What could I do. I was sure that if I didn't peel a cap in this fool, than Merlyn was totally gone open up all over me with a can of beat down.

But did I have it in me? And, was murder ever justified? The dilemmas were many. But, whatever I was to decide, I'd better do it quick!

page 645, kill the pig.
page 331, pull the gun on Merlyn
page 32, talk Merlyn down.

Fiction: Finally, they were divorced. pt 1 a choose My own Adventure Tragedy

After some delay due to jealousy on the part of rivals such as Wallis, Jimmy's Decipheration of Speech, Pre-School Edition was published.

Conversations, thoughts, and scheduling related to publication often coincided with him discovering and figuring out how to excise little bits of Rayleen from the apartment.

When his friend called to ask him to come a party where the agent who might be interested in representing would be available to receive a good impression, Jimmy had happened to glance down behind the toilet, where the rust and barely spatters of urine gathered, to see a black hair clip. With insect wings and long curved teeth that opened on close on one's hair.

She had left so many hair clips, or scrunchees or bands. And bras too. Under the sofa of the cushion, he found the padded black one that she had brought in a state of emergency discomfort. They had been in Yiwu, going from factory to factory, with all the other vendors, buying mass produced tourist junk that would become, at it's final point of sale, a hand made craft reflecting a towns heart and soul.

One of the products they had gotten there, were little, crappy wooden swords that they had sold to an hunched old lady in communist era blue shirt and pants, up on a mountain village near Hangzhou, where you could hike through wet green leaves and clear water running down all around your feet, scurrying to the lake at the bottom.

He had tossed the wooden sword into the pile of stuff that was mostly Rayleen's. He was either going to try to contact her, wait till she contacted him and then tell her she needed to pick this stuff up, just throw it away and lete he bitch. She wouldn't really care about this stuff. she didn't care enough to take it with her.

He could just throw it away, cleaning up. Now that it was accumulated in a convenient piel. H could just bring in a large plastic bag and it would ready for the big trash barrel outside in under two minutes.

The bras were hidden around in corners, under books, behind the t.v., like they were part of an Easter egg hunt.

At the though of this, of getting rid of the last bits of Rayleen, the dull sens of loss moved around in him, like a vase teetering over a tile floor. And it made him want to turn his pain into violence. It made him feel like this was the reasonable progression from this dull pain. To swing out and kick at the legs of the table, knocking them out of their joints. To bring his fist down on the table top, fracturing, transmitting his pain onto something real, given it life.

But he just couldn't rationalize any violence. It was too late. For so long he had retained this constant need to let loose his violence. But there just weren't any deserving targets. He couldn't pretend that people deserved to be hit, or that destroying his table, sofa and refrigerator would make him better off. But he still wanted it. Wanted the simplicity of breaking, of ruined piles that could only then be thrown out, not discussed and repaired.

What do I do?

continue to mull over nature of my sadness, page 21
call Rayleen , page 322
throw her stuff out, 422

NON-FICTION: STUPID CLAIMS ABOUT COMMUNISM-FAILURE, SINGULARITY

Cromwells death heralded monarchical Triumphalism. The lies of so called republicans, who were really nothing more than mob loving democrats were revealed.

When the French Revolution turned bad, the pretensions of radical equality, dissolving the time tested social gradations among the populace, government by citizens rather than the elite class, were all revealed to be disastrous rules for any nation.

The French revolutionaries and Cromwell's Parliamentarian fellow travelers all ended with tyranny, while starting out on the road to a better, more just world.

This was the failure of egalitarianism. The failure of the mobs right to disobey and question their social betters.

Many was the idiot who concluded that the many forms of Republican or representational government advocated in the 17th to 19th centuries were revealed to be nothing more than the lies of men who sought to use the passions of the mob to their own ends.

Now, the idiots proclaim the victory of capitalism over communism.

The Corn Laws were capitalist, but objected to by proponents of free trade. Jefferson set up state banks, which is inconsistent with the truly free market envisioned by Libertarian types.

The East Indian Tea Company, as well as many English colonies in North America, were both private companies and governmental agencies, insofar as they carried out many functions of a state, existed solely on the authority of the state, and existed primarily for their own financial profit through the control of trade.

This was Capitalism, but not what anyone calls free trade.

And just as only an idiot would seek to confuse the prescriptive and descriptive variants of Capitalism, so too would one have to be functioning with a beaten down analytic capacity to make repeated declarations regarding Communism, without acknowledging the fact that the term refers to an entirely obvious and diverse set of doctrines and systems.

The Russian Soviet System failed, as did the British Imperial System, back when it was an Empire. The early American government failed, and it become a modern, militaristic semi-welfare state.

But from the common leap from the collapse of the Soviet System to the ideological bankruptcy of the myriad strands of Socialism, Anarchism and Communism is a non-sequitur that you one obliged to believe solely in the absence of any thought of your own, without any consideration of who you are referring you to, and the context these ideas exist in.

Those in European countries who fought long and hard, losing their lives and their privileges for the cause of the freedom of men (lighter toned men) and then for the right of all people in general to participate in their own government were, at every step, ridiculed and met with indignation by many protectors of grand old tradition.

So too now are those who want the working class to take control of their own destiny, end economic exploitation of anybody-who-can against anybody-who-can't, and continue in the tradition of the political progress that ended entrenched royalty's domination of Europe, bring about a more just society-so too are these sorts now derided as dreamers of the impossible, as dangerous panderers to the easily beguiled masses, and as, above all, secret tyrants.

To fight the clarity of history's next reasonable step, the theological doctrine of Rights is thrown up as a barricade to protect the hierarchies of rich and poor. And rights, in reality, are intentions in our mind, and recognized codes of behavior, which we decide and debate.

So too is our system of economics and government subject to our intent, subject to our will, subject to the power of mind, which both perpetuates it and obstructs it.

Again, our system, founded on Rights, is a left over of Natural Theology, that God has an order that we're obligated to follow.

But as Marx, Bakunin, and all the others who Republicans and other geniuses consider to be close theoretical peers of Barack Obama realized, we make society, by our work, and we are at the same time, boxed in, pushed and pulled by the system we perpetuate without even intending to. We make it, and we can break it.

The history of recent European History (since the start of the common era) shows that progress to ever greater equality, and ever greater beneficial inclusion of more members of society is possible and desirable.

But stupid accusations of Socialism are still made by experts and the educated who themselves have no clear grasp on what they refer to, other than some simplistic categorization made up by those who oppose it (like a Satanist writing the dictionary entry for "Christian".)

Socialism, including Anarchism, Marxism, and Communism, are rich theoretical traditions that offer us new ways to think, and to live.

Socialism brings us to a clear view of our system, explanation for the persistence of poverty, of war, of exploitation, of betrayal of democracy.

Socialism is not some idealistic wishful thinking, it is a series of theoretical perspectives that give us a way to advance into the future, to advance over our present stage of history, and to get past such theological notions as our present understanding of "government," "rights", and "capitalism."

And in contrast, we have another future: The unplanned, the shrugged shoulders of American rulers.

NEXT-DIMENSION EDITORIAL: Obama's 'Emancipation' Actually Threatens Middle Class

Swept to power on a wave of self-conscious shame at the patriotism aroused in the face of Al Qaeda's vicious blow at the heart of our Christian nation, Barack Obama has gotten away with quite a lot in his first eight months.

Not only has he implemented his radical leftist agenda of Government domination of our free market, he has also appointed countless czars, to override the traditional powers held by various parts of our national government, as intended by our founding fathers.

It is not enough that he has single handedly quadrupled the power and size of government, now he has revealed the strictly radical Marxist character of his political philosophy.

"Free the slaves!", he snarls. "We can't just continue down the same road!"

And the liberals who control the media applaud and place their hands over the hearts in a million schoolyard crushes, all directed at this demagogue, who seeks in a few years to abolish our noble traditions.

As a negro, it is natural that Mr. Obama would follow his tribal instinct, particularly, since he was born and raised in the deepest Jungles of Africa, and not in America, as Real Americans are born.

But, to 'emancipate' the slaves, as everyone conveniently fails to mention, will bring utter devastation to the economy, cripple the middle class, give this tyrant a ready army of his fellow Africans, and utterly destroy the principle of Private Property.

What is to stop the government from seizing any man's house, horse, or machine, if thousands of legally owned assets are ripped out of the hands of law abiding citizens by Obama's decree?

Who will be there to stop him when he emancipates the property of any white man who opposes his experimental socialist policies?

And if Real Americans should, at a later date, be shaken out of their slumber, how will they be able to fight off the mobs of 'free' negroes, who, in their basic simple nature, are so easily swayed by Obama's hatred of the White Race?

Now to the crux of this so called 'emancipation.' What the Muslim-lovers in the media will not tell you is that the hardest hit by this imperious decree will, in fact, be the small businessman. The mom and pop enterprise, who barely get buy month to month with the work of his meager collection of slaves.

They tell you its the rich they are going after, the large plantations, the tobacoo and cotton giants. But, in fact, it has always been the goal of the Abolitionist movement to take away the power of the little man to earn his keep and provide for his family.

This so called emancipation is nothing more than plain theft, theft by the government, theft of property, theft of our heritage, and, most of all, theft our Country.

Let us pray that Obama fails, and fails miserably. Let us pray night and day for this African's failure, foregoing eat and sleep if it gives us more time to pray for his downfall.

Amen.

Modernization: Zou Ji & Customer Service

Original Text:邹忌修八尺有馀，身体昳丽。朝服衣冠窥镜，谓其妻曰：“我孰与城北徐公美？”其妻曰：“君美甚，徐公何能及公也！”城北徐公，齐国之美丽者也。忌不自信， 而复问其妾曰：“吾孰与徐公美？”妾曰：“徐公何能及君也！”旦日客从外来，与坐谈，问之客曰：“吾与徐公孰美？”客曰：“徐公不若君之美也！”明日，徐 公来。孰视之，自以为不如；窥镜而自视，又弗如远甚。暮，寝而思之曰：“吾妻之美我者，私我也；妾之美我者，畏我也；客之美我者，欲有求于我也。”于是入 朝见威王曰：“臣诚知不如徐公美，臣之妻私臣，臣之妾畏臣，臣之客欲有求于臣，皆以美于徐公。今齐地方千里，百二十城，宫妇左右，莫不私王；朝廷之臣，莫 不畏王；四境之内，莫不有求于王。由此观之，王之蔽甚矣！”王曰：“善。”乃下令：“群臣吏民，能面刺寡人之过者，受上赏；上书谏寡人者，受中赏；能谤议 于市朝，闻寡人之耳者，受下赏。”令初下，群臣进谏，门庭若市。数月之后，时时而间进。期年之后，虽欲言，无可进者。燕、赵、韩、魏闻之，皆朝于齐。此所 谓战胜于朝廷。


Zou Ji was afraid of honesty and criticism, he intimidated everyone around him into flattering him and pretending to love everything he said.

One day, he began to fear that Xu Gong, a man in a neighboring country, was hotter than him.

Zou Ji himself was gorgeous, tall, slender, and elegant, with long hair and a fluttering mustache.

But, everyone was talking about Xu Gong now, he was on all the covers of the teen mags, next to Prince William, and all the hotties from the Disney Channel.

Zou Ji began to grow weak after a few weeks, not eating because just thinking of Xu Gong made him fell fat.

He asked his wife who was prettier, him or Xu Gong, his wife said that he, Zou Ji, was wayyyy hotter than Xu Gong.

Zou Ji didn't trust her, so he asked his mistress, who said the same thing, than he asked all of his staff, including the interns, who said the same thing.

But he just couldn't trust all these people who felt obligated to tell him what he wanted to hear. He grew weaker, living on one protein bar a day.

Than a visitor from another country came, and Zou Ji, tried again with the question. The visitor said the same thing as everyone else. Zou Ji decided that the visitor was just flattering him because the visitor wanted something from him.

Finally he went to the prime minister and said, "Everyone says I'm hotter than Xu Gong, but they're all just doing it to keep me on their good side."

The Prime Minister nodded wisely, "An important matter, a most urgent dilemma."

Than, Zou Ji decided that he would institute a year long policy of open criticism free from prosecution or negative consequences.

All the people of Zou Ji's country came forth and voiced their criticism, and Zou Ji found that they had no interest in his or Xu Gong's appearance, rather, they wanted improvement in their living conditions, public infrastructure, economic development, and educational opportunities.

Zou Ji just let them vent, and after five months, they were done. Now they felt like they had got something, and the Prime Minister didn't need to really deal much with their complaints, or worry about them revolting because of unaddressed grievances.

All the neighboring kingdoms realized this was a way of placating the populace without dealing with their problems, it allowed them to do things the way they always had, pacify the people, and look magnanimous. Eventually, all the neighboring set up special complaint hotlines, were their complaints and problems were listened to and disregarded.

NON-FICTION: TAIWAN'S PATHETIC INDEPENDENCE

I had always heard about how China wanted to control Taiwan.

It's the kind of thing that we know dictatorships do. At least four generations of Americans have spent their lives knowing China to be a gigantic mob of evil bent on storming our shores and extinguishing our leading light of liberty.

The American media generally focuses on China's claims towards Taiwan. But they don't portray this policy as what it actually is, a continuation and imitation of Taiwan's policy toward the Mainland back when it was The China.

Before Nixon and Carter shifted recognition towards the Peoples of Republic of China, and the ruling Communist Party, most western countries regarded The Republic of China as the legitimate government of China. This map shows the territory that the ROC (Taiwan) claimed control over.

The one China Policy is consistent with the Chinese system as recognized by the US and other western countries, there were not two separate countries until the US was forced to recognize the PRC, which had been ruling China, except Macao, Hong Kong, and Taiwan.

The idea now that Taiwan is not part of China is hypocritical and indicative of the sort of mystical thinking reserved for the nobility of Nationhood.

Taiwan's main Languages, both the national language, guoyu, or Mandarin, and Taiwanese, Minnanhua, which has close relatives across the way on the Mainland province Fujian, are undeniably Chinese languages, part of the system that includes all the varieties of Cantonese, the different types of Shanghainese, and the hundreds of other dialect groups.

The ruling class in Taiwan came from all over the Mainland, the food is Chinese, the culture is Chinese, and I can't think of many aspects of Taiwan that are not closely tied to the rest of China.

I know there are differences, linguistically and culturally, but they are not likely to be that much more than those between people from Shanghai and Beijing, from Shandong and Guangxi, from Emigre Chinese communities and the mainland.

The perspective that dominates the most prevalent discussion of China-Taiwan relations is that of possible victim with possible victimizer, the question to be argued for or against being: Is the US government not being hard enough on China for it's aggressive, domineering posture towards Taiwan?

This is not to say that the similarity between Taiwan's and China's rulers are denied or covered up, but the dominant perspective is generally aggressor versus aggressee.

The democratic perspective would see that both Countries, for that is what they have been from the time the Guomindang/KMT fled the mainland, are governed by authoritarian regimes, where Taiwan's One Party Rule has recently given way to a less autocratic state, and both Countries achieved rapid economic growth and industrial modernization under One Party, dictatorial governments.

But the democratic perspective in American popular discourse is used more for criticizing bad guys, usually those who we are supposed to be condemning, or whom our government supports, rather than seeking an accurate objective description of the political affairs of other nations.

The simple, stupid fact is that two places that have different ruling bodies, and correspondingly different legal and economic systems, are, in fact, different countries.

Spain and Portugal are different countries, but Catalan, though linguistically and culturally different from the rest of the country, is part of Spain. Portugal is closer linguistically and culturally than the Basque region, but Portugal is a separate country. Kurdish Iraq is separate linguistically and culturally, but still part of the Country Iraq. What kind of idiots would debate whether or not the Kurdish region 'belongs' to Iraq? What sort of magical possession exceeds both physicality, observability, and delineation?

The idiots who would even debate the question of whether or not Taiwan is a separate country are so incredibly stupid that they would neglect the very definition of 'country.'

Instead they throw around conflations of politics and culture, replacing description; i.e. is Taiwan in fact a separate political entity, with prescriptions, i.e. should Taiwan be independent, or should it 'return' to China, and evaluations of similarity, i.e. are Mainlanders and Taiwanese culturally the same, ethnically the same.

Again, if the ubiquitous outrage at antidemocratic regimes and practices were to actually correspond with actual analysis from a presumption of the validity of democratic government, than we would merely say that Taiwan is a separate country insofar as the people in Taiwan choose so, and then we would face the discomforting prospect of applying that same logic to Texas.

The idea that we can decide if it is part of China, and if China should have it, or, god forbid, whether either country is good or bad, is just another manifestation of the dominant trend in our intellectual realms to conflate description and prescription, our opinions with the will of some other country's citizens, and the context of history.

The pathetic thing about the current Taiwanese independence is that it coincides with the failure of the ROC. When the theologians of The State decided that China was not Taiwan, and the rest of the world forgot that it ever had been, the Taiwanese government set off on a hobble towards independence, with policies like the "Four Wants, One Without," "Special State to State Relation," "Taiwanization," and the "Four Stages of Taiwan" All of these are rationalizations of the failure of Taiwan as a political entity.

Set up by Japan and the US to counter the will of the Chinese people, who wanted a communist revolution, and in order to counter that revolution with militaristic Nationalism, Taiwan now clings to the opposite zeitgeist, the primacy of democratic ideals.

NON-FICTION: Higher Power Example 1: Foreign Language

Believing in a higher power to restore sanity involves admitting that you are not control, that you cannot do it on your own.

This can give us both relief and hope. Relief to find out there is someone or something out there that understands the problem that plagues us and/or has the answer.

It also gives us a feeling of empowerment that allows to be humble at the same time, since we are giving over power in our lives to something outside of ourselves, we are giving up power, and submitting to something else, foregoing safety and our need to maintain walls that we think keep our ego's safe.

As for learning another language, we must also give up control and the pretense of independence.

If our actions do not conform to the standard, we are wrong, we have failed, and we can only try harder to conform.

At the same time, we know that all we have to do is wipe away the reactions and reflexes of our native language, and allow our minds to receive the new sounds and patterns.


To learn the language of other people, we can do nothing but imitate them, and accept that they're sentences are right, if they make them, and ours are wrong, if we make them without first relying on imitation.

The sounds we make in a foreign language are dependent on imitation of others. If we insist against all the speakers of French, that our American pronunciation of their words is correct, than we only maintain error for the benefit of a false ego.

The more we hold onto to our native habits of grammar, pronunciation and connotation, the more we reveal the illusion of independence.

Learning a new language means giving yourself over to it, allowing your mind to edit out your own language, wipe away your linguistic reactions and classifications, and submit to a new system.

Each time we go through this denial of our established habits, and thoroughly submit to the new grammar, writing, sounds, and patterns, we then come out stronger, finding that our old habits, laid into our minds as children, are completely undamaged.


The unproven, unaccounted for neurological impediments to learning a new language are so annoying in that they never take into account the primacy of denial in learning a language, that is, the primacy of denying our linguistic reactions.

When we see a incomprehensible page of text, we must allow our mind to absorb and tune out the reaction that tells us: "This is foreign, this is not understandable."

That reaction, that anxious sense of alien-ness, is, in my experience, the greatest impediment to learning a new language.

So too with alcoholism is there a reliance on one's native habits, habits of coping through mood alteration, shutting people out to maintain your independence, your freedom from the control of others, your freedom to ruin your life.

To start dealing with alcoholism, you have to give it up. Give it up to Jesus if you want. Give up to the people who have been through this. Give up to your family, to the ghost of your dead relatives, to your children.

But you have to give up the pretense of control. As trivial as it may seem, the same goes for language.

In learning a new language, you are not in control, you are going to constantly make mistakes, feel helpless, stupid, and imagine or hear yourself laughed at.

But this is the way through to fluency. And giving up the illusion of control, of the ability to do it your own way all the time and still succeed, is also essential to finding the tools and means to replace alcohol with a healthy ego.

FICTION: Darrens Perilous Journey Part 5 (a choose my own adventure)

P.324. I lie and betray my god.

Well after all, according to Evolution, there's not even any god at all anyways to be seen at all! Plus, that dream boat that I was gonna be hooked up with after I did my thing on Hagriographing King Arthur totally the shizzles, unlike an antiquated system of rites and theological perspectives, which had long been outmoded by Science!


So, I'm all looking at these knights of the round table. And there just mad dogging me like theres no tomorrow. And I'm all, like, I'm thinking, dawg, if you don't back off right just bout now, I'm gonna start to bouwta bouwta, yeah!

But I just spit my meaning, like "Naw man, it's a'ight. I'meth a Christian, as be you'ens. It's just, like, some fool castething a spell all up on me!"

Then, the assembled Knights of the Table, laughed uproariously, since they had befuddled by so simple a mistake of understanding.

I was relieved, though on the inside, my thoughts were different. I couldn't help just feeling a slight twinge of guilt, and the more I tried to shake it off, the deeper it twinged, and it was still twinging away when I was interrupted out of my thoughts by Merlyns disruptive voice.

"My young sire, pleaseth thee to have a seat and enjoy of the Kings bounty, such as the beer and fresh Chicken."

I sat and down and dug in.

After the meal, the King and Merlyn spirited me away to the the lounge area where we actually did, lie, totally lounge, all casually an' shit. And the king began to tell me of where he had desired to be hagriographed.

The lounge area was circular, and one circular sofa adorned the wall, all the way round the room, in an 'o' formation that left occupants with sense of something like an oval.

As we reclined, and servants tossed peeled grapes into our mouths, the King finally got down to brass tags, and spilled the dirt. "I want thou to knowest most certainly as to the reason wherefore I beith askingeth you to set down my glorious record of feats. You see, a Sodomite beith I."

Whoa Whoa, and double schnap! I knew that word from the bible! This guy was gay, what a faggot!

But I sure as hell wasn't gonna spit that in front of him. But damn, dawg, how you gonna say something like, it's all, just like bam, just putting it out there. I mean, that's like, I guess, like keeping it real, but I'm all like, that;s just so, so gay!

I could barely even hear the King as he was continuing to say his words. "So, all the fables told that beith of mine life, haveth not the true spark, for they harbor a Eurocentric lust that forbiddeth my hidden desire."

But as I tried to focus on the King who was kinding mumbling and dribbling grape juice while he talked, Merlyn loudly interjectd with exclaim "They're here, by the gods, they areth here!"

Booms and noises loudly came to me, as I heard the sound of something exploding and people fighting.

Here we go again, I thought, and smiled at the concentrated echo of all my movie heroes.

Just then a squadron of estrange warriors burst into the lounge area, causing all three of us to sit, boltly upright.

The warriors were rippled with muscles, and of hard exteriors forms. They looked dangerous, and had on armor, with scary pictures of pure intimidation on it.

One of them popped a cap at Merlyn, before the revered old grand wizard did so much as shake a stick of his wand, and a bullet pierced his wise, bewrinkled forehead.

I could not even shed my tear before they grabbed King Arthur and teleported out of there, pronto style.

I quickly shot up to my feet, and shot out of the room as fast as I could muster.

In the hall where I had just grubbed on, the Knights of the round table lay dead, and murdered, killed, I surmised, by the rascallious bandits who had abducted the one man that stood between me, my hagriographies, and the boat of my dreams.

My face grimaced, hard-core style, and I wore a look of grim determination.

I would get the King back, and I would totally own those dastardly mercenaries who got in the way of my plans.

But how could I do it?

P.329, I try to revive Merlin.
P.98, I call up my posse.
P 43, I give up and blame America.

NON-FICTION:Isolated, Weak Conservatives

Obama's statement of American arrogance in foreign relations, and Bill Clinton's conciliatory statements regarding the journalists imprisoned by North Korea have inspired outrage and indignation among scared little conservatives.

When you know a person who consistently says: "I don't see why I have to apologize, I didn't even do anything!!!", you can then verify certain facts of their personality:

1. Low capacity for Objectivity:
Not knowing that your own certitude and emotionally intense internal experiences occur independently of the truth or falsity of any particular thoughts you have.

2. Low EQ:
Not understanding that these emotions are equivalent to other peoples' emotions, and they don't come from the truth or righteousness of any particular thought.

3. Low SQ:
Not understanding that everyone goes through this experience, this is why we have arguments and why techniques for resolving disputes are necessary, and that these techniques often require us to suspend our emotions, choosing the psychological and material benefits of interpersonal relationships over internal feelings.

As I noted in the post on Health Care, the dominant theme of conservatives now is fear of the Other.

This same fear is stimulated now by the idea that the top Democrats are weakening this country by apologizing. Pat Buchanan said, on MSNBC, that Clinton's conciliation with Kim Jong Il gave this dictator a lot of power in Asia.

If you the reader find that a credible statement, it might benefit you to get to know the rest of the world, if just a little bit.

The excitement of Buchanan and other conservatives about the grave weakening of America's image is contrasted nicely with the popular ideas about Clinton and Obama in China. Some of the reasons that these two appeasers are well liked in China is that they are considered very intelligent, reasonable, and friendly. Bush, on the other hand, was mostly regarded as dangerous and stupid.

In most countries, a country that believes in avoiding apologies and claiming to be the strongest, or most righteous nation in the world, is not fondly thought of, and may often be thought of as threatening.

North Korea is a nothing country, that everyone looks down on, pities, or regards as dangerous.

What do we think of dictators that constantly talk up the threat of everyone else? What do we think of people in our personal lives who regard apology as losing, giving someone power over them, or shaming themselves?

Conservatives have spent plenty of time talking up threats and freaking out over apologies, which may or may not have occurred.

On a Chinese news report I saw, it was reported that Kim Jong Il actually apologized to Clinton.

I know many times when I have lacked the strength to be humble, the strength to suspend my moral certitude, the strength to regard others as equals rather than hostile threats or fellow partisans in a struggle against the oppressive others.

But having the strength to apologize, to give in to another persons view of yourself, is part of growing, healing, and achieving and maintaining personal, romantic, professional and diplomatic relationships.

Conservatives like Limbaugh, Hannity, Beck, and O'Reilly are afraid to give in to the perception that they are flawed, or that the country they love might not exist, but might only be a collection of semi-intelligent, mostly inherited, prejudices and simplifications of history.

Oberman and Maddow over at MSNBC might not be that different in respect to their commitment to their ideology. However, right now I am much more sympathetic with their side, than with the opponents of universal health care, or whatever malnourished version of that which congress finally manages to pass.

A sad mockery of universal healthcare is, at least, a start.

While the scared little conservatives go through the other-hate, labeling Obama as a non-Christian, non-American, hater of White Culture, etc., I hope the Democrats finally have the balls to make some real change.

In the long run, Americans will support them. FDR and Truman were widely condemned as Communists, sliding us down a slippery slope to Moscow, for advocating services such as Medicare, Disability, Unemployment, and Social Security.

Now, no one really opposes this. (of course, I know the pseudo free market types and Libertarian-Austri-Objectivists do) And no one really will oppose government provided Health Insurance for people who can't get it themselves once its been in place for a decade or two.

The conservatives, now conserving nothing more than the empty rhetoric of fifties and sixties era libertarians and red-crazy patriots, will try as much as they can to scare everyone, just as Regan did at the prospect of Socialized Medicine back during that same time period.

I can only hope they will lose. But hope often has little direct efficacy.

FICTION:宴子新版

宴子要到上海代表广西省商会。 准备跟上海市长约会， 但是到了市长办公室，保安不让他进去，说宴子可以发个信息给市长。 宴子也听保安讲：山下人。 宴子说，那你们狗屁小人可以发个信息！别瞧不起外地人， 他妈的！ 这里人都是崇洋媚外。

突然，市长出门了看到三个人吵架。 市长问了保安怎么回事，保安说：没事，没事。伊捣浆糊。 宴子打断了：市长， 我叫宴子， 我的秘书已经跟你的秘书约好时间。

市长明白了：对勿起, 对勿起。就请宴子进来会议厅。 两人做好，工作人员上了咖啡茶。 市长问宴子：搿么，广西不是很穷吗

宴子回答：咋说穷呀？ 我省将要变成大海港唯一！ 什么穷啊？ 今天在广西刚开了一百家沃尔玛特。 我们老百姓早上都开着奔驰去吃早饭， 周末休息就开着f-1法拉利车去玩儿。

市长笑了笑，讲：侬真是捣浆糊。

下次，宴子要来拜访市长，市长问了他的住手：怎么对付宴子，我要侮辱他， 他一直要说他省这么好！

助手讲：那这样吧。 他来了就让保安抓过来一个外地人， 在宴子跟前，保安要说抓的人是贼，让后你问他，做啥?, 保安就说， 这个来自广西的坏人刚刚在外面福州路陪着一帮新疆人偷钱包。

到时候，市长请宴子和几杯屋里厢。 保安来了，带了一个人，根据计划就讲了。 讲完后，市长问：广西那么好怎么有这么多小偷！

宴子说：烧饼往北方就变成馍馍，河粉到别的城市就变成米线， 蛋糕会变成洋饼。 我的老乡来到你这个城市，就变成贼，那是什么引起的。

市长笑了大笑说：侬老会讲！

日记：郁闷与学习还学不成，吾欲弃矣！

又忘了一个考试日期。 今早刚发现。 昨晚到半夜写一个文章，到期日是昨天，文章是要描述一个博物馆。 昨天刚发现是要在昨天完成， 所以我昨天去了博物馆。 前天我发现我的生活发展课section five测试和作业的到日期是昨天。

所以现在我在写美国历史课的博物馆文章， 然后要做生活发展的作业。我忘了考试是地理学。

我对自己的记忆好不可思议。 咋会每周忘了重要的日期？ 咋会天天想不起是几日，几年？

子欲学。人学难以乎？

老婆打我电话，我和她说“你应该安慰我。” 她不愿意，觉得我很烦。

现在真没劲。。。

REVIEW: Transformers 2: George Bush is an Autobot

The political message of Transformers 2: Revenge of the Fallen became clear to me with the introduction of Galloway, the officious bureaucrat who barges into the headquarters of NEST, the joint military-Autobot combat force that is the only thing standing between soft, hapless humans and the metallic, destruction filled Decepticons.

Galloway walks right into this gang of secret military/transformers and starts insulting everybody and blaming the Decepticon (terrorist) attacks on the very Heroes who are fighting these evil robots!

And who would you imagine would be to blame for the granting of authority to this physically weak, possibly Jewish, clearly liberal blame-the Autobots-firster?

The New President! Although they don't have the balls to name Obama until halfway through the movie.

Optimus prime tries to ignore Galloway's intrusion. He is in the middle of briefing the pentagon on new intelligence that suggests that the Decepticons are planning an even greater attack on Earth.

Galloway has no interest in hearing the truth of imminent robo-terrorist attack that the robot/military heroes at NEST are risking their lives to prevent. He says to Optimus Prime "They are hunting you!" Just like Michael Moore and Chalmers Johnson, they think that the robo-terrorist Decepticons are an example of blowback resulting from the policies of the goodguys.

The unsung and hidden defenders of freedom are now maligned as enemies of freedom. And they are told that the president might decide that the best thing to do is for the Autobots to leave Earth (as the Republicans were ousted from power after preventing ten thousand more 9-11's.)

Of course, we the audience (the public) know that this is bullshit! The Autobots (Bush-Neocons) are the ones that have been saving our asses from those who have no higher goal than our destruction.

But Optimus Prime (Bush-Militarists) is no tyrant. Unlike the hasty, blame-Autobot-First clique currently in public, Optimus is honorable and must accept the will of Obama (still unnamed at this point in the movie)

The soldiers of NEST hate this overcritical, pompous bureaucrat. The harshest criticism is expressed, safely, by a black soldier, who after being told by this oppressive Obama lacky that his job is to shoot not talk, the black soldier expresses a desire to shoot this obnoxious Obama appointee. Having a black guy criticize Obama's blame America first foreign policy does two things: makes white people feel sympathetic, and lets white people get past the fear of being, or being thought of as a racist.

As the new, ignorant administration is shutting down the fight for humanity, the pure American family, the Witwickys, are getting ready for the hero's (Sam Witwicky's) passage into adulthood: going away to College.

His mother is unable to control her emotions, while his way too hot girlfriend is girlishly fretting over his refusal to say “I love you.”, and whether or not they will able to sustain a long term relationship.

Unfortunately, the normal lives of real Americans are about to be interrupted by the Decpticons lust for the power they need to continue their destruciton. Destruction being, of course, their primary goal, rather than, say, ideological, religous, political, or socio-economic changes.

Sam finds a sliver of The Cube, a source of Tranformer power that is explained throught the film as something scientifically equivalent to a mushroom in Super Mario Bros. The cube sliver that slips out of his hand, burns through a couple layers of his house and energizes his moms kitchen appliacnes into Decepticons who launch an attack on Sam and his family. The lovable, loyal bumblebee comes to Sam's rescue, in the proecess destroying a good deal of Sams house.

Bumblebee is the Jar Jar Binks/Lassie/stupid-but-loyal Native character. Unlike the rest of the Autobots, cannot talk. He demonstrates a rather foolish devotion to his chosen master, Sam Witwicke. His vast computer intelligence apparently doesn't include any complexity of desire, like robot sex, reading, traveling, or Autobot autoerticism.

The Witwicky parents need not lament the destruction of their home, since the existence of all the Transfomers is kept hidden from the public oas a matter of National Security, their damages will be fully compensated, and then some! State secrets really do benefit the little guy!

While Sam is setting off for college, the Decepticons are planning the ressurection of Megatron, the leader of the Decepticons. And we find out the Megatron, the dead villain of the first Transformers movie, is not the worst of the decpepticons, he has a master, The Fallen for the whom the sequel is named.

The Obama administrations clsing down of the NEST program leaves the other magic Cube fragment unguarded and the Decepticons jack it.

Then a super hot decepticon, in the form of a wetdream college co-ed is dispatched to Sam's college campus.

Sam's roommate at college is a conspiracy theorist who ends up seeing how stupid he was to malign the government for keeping secrets from the public, after all, we gotta fight the Decepticons.

During the big Decepticon attack on Earth, Megatron releases a Bin Laden style video where he tells the humans "You're governments have lied to you!" What does that make someone who agrees with him, like Jon Stewart?

Then comes the only mention of Obama. As the world falls to the Decepticon attacks that his arrogant meddling paved the way for, a news program announces that he is being flown by helicopter to a hidden location. That is, he is flying away to hide while the robo-terrorists attack.

The harassed and mistreated soldiers, the men giving their lives for our freedom, confront the Obama-ite about the clear cut need to fight! Fight! Fight! Amazingly, this scoundrel barks at the soldiers that the president wants a comprehensive military plan, not some stupid fight. He is even considering all options, including diplomatic channels!

The soldier explains to us exactly what 'diplomacy' means. He asks the man if this means that the president is ready to give in to the Decepticons demands and hand over the hero, Sam, to these thugs!

The man reiterates that all options are being considered! So we discover the lie behind Obama's high-fallutin' ramblings. He is an appeaser. Ready to appease the Decepticons, who are bent on destruction, not just of America, not just of the Earth, but of the very universe!

Obama is revealed as a man who knows nothing of the fight he quits, or the enemies he appeases!

The soldiers Nest must take their fight against evil underground. After the cowardly Decepticons gang up on Optimus, he dies. But Sam has a plan to revive him.

To carry out this plan, he needs the cooperation of the NEST soldiers. They agree, but must first get rid of the Obama jerk. They try to trick him into jumping out of a plane over Egypt. But the idiot can't even follow the simple instructions in opening a parachute. So the Obama-appointed dummy pulls his cord in the plane and is sucked out into the wide open sky.

Thakfully, the forces of good win in the end. The mealy mouthed appeasers in the White House are unsuccesful in sabotaging the good guys. After a showdown in Egypt, our soldiers achieve a vitory in the desert.

But we couldn't do it alone. The Jordanians, our long time ally in the Muslim, dictatorship dominated middle-east, come to our aid in the fight agaisnt the Decepticons.

Aside from them, there are three other depictions of non-Americans in the film. Sam's parents vacation in Paris, only to find annoying mimes, and 'nast' escargot.

The heroes are stopped at a checkpoint in Egypt, where a diminutive Arab is dealt with by the mention of the awe-inspiring New York.

When the heroes get to Egypt, they get to visit, a typical Egyptian town, apparently influenced by the parodied Arabic town in Team America.

I got used to so much anti-Bush sentiment, from American, other expats and Chinese people, while living in Shanghai, that I was rather shocked to see this bit of apologetics being snuck into the popular culture. But it sure fits in line with the general trend of contemporary Republicans: Use Base Fear and Hero Mythology to sell your bullshit.

That's how you get O'reilly going from Entertainment news to Honest Americanism, and the Fox Network in harmony with Fox News.

NON-FICTION: Healthcare, get it over with!

I am so sick of the irrelevant arguments traded back and forth over the issue of health reform. Nobody likes HMO's. They were an artificial creation facilitated by the government under Richard Nixon.

Nobody denies that they make profits by denying healthcare and nobody can deny that most people are not satisfied with the current system.

Some conservatives are taking the "I agree theirs a problem, but that's just not the way to solve it." angle, which is entirely disingenuous.

The mainstream conservative angle for the past eight years has been fear of foreigners, be they from south of the border, north of Korea, or east of Africa.

And they still pursue those issues on Fox News. About the only time they give a damn about healthcare is when they are trying to scare people away from accepting government run healthcare or inventing horror stories of the all the countries that have some sort of socialized healthcare.

They find one or two Candians to tell us ignorant Americans the nightmare north of us. Just like they found Iraqis who were begging us to invade, gays who want to be saved, and Iranians who desperately seek the intervention of the great United States.

Their story is the same old story warmongers and advocates of tyranny never tire of telling, fear of the Others.

Fox news might as well hire Ana-Lucia as a prime time host and have her kill an Other every night on air.

And now, when this country is suffering another bout of economic diarrhea, unable to hold down any financial nourishment in the lower parts of it's system (and after binging on food unwilling to meet any standards of safety,) now they come back with more fear, fear of health care for everyone.

Back in the nineties they demonized Hillary with the 'government between you and your doctor' line and now they repeat it every time they face the camera.

They imagine that now we have direct contact with 'our' doctor. As if this were the imagined fifties old timey down home Andy Griffith Show bullshit they remember to ward off the actuality of corruption, racism, and the ever present poor.

Who the hell has 'a doctor' nowadays? More and more of us our unemployed, and our insurance provides us with very little long term one on one contact with 'a doctor.'

At the same time, most people I know over forty have to pay a large portion of their income in prescription bills.

The insurance money they pay goes to guaranteeing them more and more medical costs as they get older, and closer to retiring, and not earning an income.

This is the system the Republicans are defending. Their system.

It's a tired analogy to make, but essential to keep in mind: Libraries. I'm sitting in one. I come here to use the internet and check out books.

I could go to Borders and buy or browse new copies of the books I have checked out now (two on statistics, three on Kepler, two on writing, and a novel "Netherland")

But I get it free here. I can research and learn, all for free! It's magical.

And yet, our pro-freedom, traditional liberty-loving conservatives prefer that I drive over to a privately owned bookstore and pay for every little page I turn.

That's the freedom of the free market. The freedom to pay for everything, the freedom for your bookstore, or your doctors managers, to charge you more and more, as much as they can get away with at each point, so that they can continue to grow.

What a splendid freedom to have to buy books that are cheaper to provide for the cost of a library card and funds provided by taxes.

What a glorious, god-given freedom to pay for medicine and doctor's visits that other countries get for free.

What an even more blessed freedom to not even have to worry about scheduling a doctor's appointment, because you can't find a full time job, you're too much of a risk, or you fit into any of the other free-from-medicine categories.

The fact is that it is more efficient to organize essential services collectively. Production in bulk is cheaper, providing services that you know everyone will need or use is better done on the scale that it is going to effect: the large scale: the national scale.

That's why the conservatives poo themselves at the thought of the federal government not increasing military funding enough, cutting that funding, or not giving certain aspects of our federal government enough power, like the CIA, NSA, FBI.

People that have jobs and pay taxes make more and better service available for those of us who are poor, come from lower socio-economic backgrounds, and can't find work.

All this talk of rights and socialism and slippery slopes is a stupid, pedantic distraction from the fact that everyone needs health care, medicine, and access to doctors. The question of how to provide it is one that we can answer as a community, a nation, a people, or as citizens of our private, ideologically formed alienation, wherein we each exist free of systemic cause and effect.

And that is the ultimate freedom conservatives that motivates conservatives to think of every Freddy Krueger nightmare they can to scare; the freedom to ignore the dialectic character of reality, the simultaneity of causation, the dependence of big upon small, poor upon rich, and the history upon the individual, the individual on law, one human on the next.

Next Dimension Editorial: Whither Ad-Archy?

Whither Ad-Archy?

When time, guided by the hand of the almighty, accretes such a layer of institutions atop the debris of generations of chaos and misrule that the entirety of the commonwealth is granted the convenience of being directed in desire and action, towards the ever greater emancipation of their undeserving desires, there cannot but be a reflexive, envious opposition to such a system, an opposition led by the usual malcontents of society, all masquerading under varied guises, but all, nonethelss serving the same end; mere anarchy.

And that is just the place that our world has arrived at. So many of the beneficiaries of Ad-archy would, in an instant, banish the ties of organization that bind together the genius of marketing conglomerates, ad-agencies, content providers, and every conceivable enterprise, all smoothly interlocked to serve the masses by providing us with both will and vision.

This is the real plan of the anarchists. Talk of cooperation, of freedom from the alleged tyranny of consumerism, supposed allegiance to the earth; all these are ad hoc justifications that have risen in the mind of these anarchists, one by one, in response to foolishness of their hatred when it is pointed out to them.

Instead of taking a nuanced view, wherein the faults of our system, which none of us deny, might be redressed, they revert to the simplicity of hostility and youth, and thereby imperil the very masses they purport to liberate.

Ad-archy, they say, manipulates the innocent public. They conjure up monoliths of greed and disaffection, where in fact none exist.

Who is this public that is exploited? Are not ad-designers part of the public? And at what point do the administrators and more successful marketing technicians suddenly get themselves extracted from the public and cease being one of us?

If such a question seem unfair, it is even more so because they would have no answer for it.

They, as all of their apologetics attest, do not even wish to differentiate between the vast majority of lawful and moral advertisement technicians, and the few that run astray.

To them, it is just one large ball of undifferentiated evil.

But, for the sake of a chivalry which they would rather not grant us, let us consider the main tenets of anarchism, as it relates to the desire of destruction for Ad-archy.

Commercials, to the them, are not guides, but fists aimed at smashing the masses into submission.

Likewise, those peoples in developing economies with markedly less sophisticated ad-technology are considered to be under siege from international corporations bent on 'rape and pillaging' natives who lack the sophistication of these educated anarchists.

Wherever in the world, or in time, you find the technicians of Ad-Archy developing the simplistic savagery of native peoples into the comforts and sophistication of modernity, so to will you find the beneficiaries of Ad-Archy denouncing it for not supplying the meaning that these malcontents are too lazy to create themselves.

Non-Fiction: 有PHD的老师不用好好得教学生

近早上上课休息的时候， 用丹丹的Ipod上网察看我生活发展学老师网络上的一些信息。 有个网页是专门让学生批准老师们。 我看了很多学生对她非常不满意。 跟我一样觉得她太固执、骄傲，看不起人。

有这么多学生抱怨她，她还没有改变，就是因为他学生的看法和他的职位没有什么关系。 她有一个PHD, 所以学校就认为她肯定有足够的资格。

我觉得以前的公司，乐宁学校，比现在Rio Hondo批准老师的方法好多了。 我在乐宁当老师， 每天看几个外交觉得他们自己很有教育， 所以教课是，遇到什么问题就会怪别人。

这种外交会说：Fucking Chinese! Fucking LEC! Fucking Teenagers! 但是从来不会把那个'fucking' 形容自己， 而不能白白的承认他们自己的理解不够。

老师教不成二十个学生， 还说因为学生有错，就像医生不能治好二十个病客的毛病， 还说是因为病客不健康。

人不健康是医生与病客彼此的问题。 学习是老师与学生两部的问题。

每次学生遇到难学的内容， 就有发展进步的机会。 老师每次见到学慢的学生， 就有发展进步的机会。

如果两部都说“不是我的问题, 才是你的问题."的话,那只有保护自我的机会.

Non-Fiction: 朋友少，无银子，课烦, 字没打

网上上课该如何

我现在理解为什么上正常课程对我更方便.

网络课程就看不到老师,不知该怎么对付他,该用什么话拍马屁, 也没人经常提醒我啥事儿要啥时作.

有个老师扣我学分因为我没有好好的谈白板概念,原罪,原善, 遗传和环境 都 对我养孩子的想法有什么影响!!!! 我一看到这些简简单单废话我很不可思议. 让我回答这些呆呆的问题就像他问我加菲猫会不会影响我买那一猫粮牌子!!!!!!!

这个星期估计每天过了四个时搞三个网络课程.

我学习还是可以, 其实自己不赚钱是现在最难受的问题. 因为不赚钱老婆就绝望要回中国. 因为自己没有工作, 我也绝望, 就变成绝望之house husband.

企不了my业也不最大问题,只是最难受. 最大的问题就是这几个月故事都没写.

谭琛等了好久恢复我email, 后来打电话给我说call me back, 但没有给我留他的号码. 她在中国, 号码没有在手机出现!!!

我要回家收拾房子, 否则丹丹主人会不舒服