Pascal's Wager

Pascal’s Wager: “If I’m wrong about God, I’ve wasted my life…If you’re wrong about God, you’ve wasted your eternity.”
Dear Pascal,
Considering your egotistical need to be right about your god, your irrational fear of hell, and your sadistic anticipation of the eternal damnation of unbelievers; I’d say you’ve already wasted your life. Furthermore, I wager that you will recapitulate your miserable existence for eternity unless you evolve beyond your ancient mythological mindset supported by insubstantial 17th century logic. If there is a god that is theoretically so benevolent and loving do you really think he would punish a person who is honestly incapable of suspending their ‘god-given’ powers of reason to adopt your blind faith while rewarding your pride, fear, and loathing with eternal heavenly bliss?

Sociopathic System

Statistics say that 1 in 25 people on the planet are sociopaths. I would estimate the numbers are closer to 25 per cent because It is a sociopathic society ran by sociopaths, based on sociopathic principles which naturally breeds sociopathic behaviour and the system is set up to ensure that the sociopaths are in charge and remain in positions of power. Power corrupts. A sociopath is a person who has no respect for your free will. There will always be sociopaths, but without a system that allows them the power to enforce their will on the rest of the population the natural checks and balances of the community would stabalize the instability of the anomolie instead of the anomolie instabalizing the stability of the community, and that's why i believe in anarchy, which is not neccesarily the absence of rules per se but the absence of rulers.

The Jungle and the Swamp.

A lot of similarities between the jungle and the swamp...

it's shady, hot, and wet...alot of the same shades of green...

we got the same kind of bugs, mosquitos in particular...

and that familiar feeling...

We know about Aloha where I come from...

we just call it southern hospitality...

I feel at home here.

The keiki call me uncle

the uncles call me braddha

the aunties call me baby, sweety, honey and such...

straight southern style...

the way it should be.

Don't let the complexion fool ya...

I aint no howly.

I'm Hawaiian.

E Malama Aina.

Voo-doo...Hoo-joo...

Stupid children playing games...

...thinking they know something about Voodoo...

If you believe in Voodoo...You got problems.

If you don't believe in voodoo...No problems.

I don't believe in voodoo.

But don't fuck with me.

Cuz, if you do...

I'll put some Hoo-Joo on you.

 I'll cast a spell to ring your bell.

I'll put a curse on you that you won't ever reverse.

What? You don't believe in Voodoo?

You're gonna believe in Voodoo when I get thru with you. 

You better bow down to your god and make peace with the devil...

cuz the shadow man's gonna getcha. 

 

 

 

Anonymous.

We are Anonymous.

you cannot name us...

We are One.

we have many names
We name ourselves after plants, animals,
 basic elements, mythological characters
 cartoons and meteorological terms.

We are travelers

incarnations of sunlight 

transmuted into form and substance

only to evaporate and ascend again.

We are omnipresent.

Psychosis

When a human being is driven into the barren lands where no produce grows...

 to live in places unfit for human habitation...

starved into eating food not fit for human consumption...

constantly exposed to free-radicals and pollution,

drinking water laden with chemicals and bathing in radio-active sewage...

 harassed and jailed,

run off like a stray dog,

disrespected and abused by his fellow man,

ostracized by his own society

and reduced to a beggar, a scavenger and a thief,

When the false reality of the all consuming vortex of the corporate state

becomes too much of a burden to bear,

His mind is reduced to a state of Psychosis.

The symptoms of his Psychosis are the natural by-products of the imbalances perpetuated by the State...imbalances that the state depends on in order to exist.

The State itself is psychotic.

Psychosis is a symptom of state-ism as well as the cause.

The state was built by humans, inspired by humans

but has become itself Inhumane.

The state is a snake chasing its own tail.

...a tower built to crumble...

Rebellion is Righteous in the face of oppression.

Defiance is simultaneously an assumption of personal responsibility.

Power is attained only thru self awareness and self control.

Our only salvation lies in the creation of a brand new reality.

Bottom Feeder Rock Fever

Solar powered island hopping helicopter take me away.

I gotta hole in my pocket, for too long I stay.

Cruzn and Chilln, no more work here for me,

I got the bottom feeder rock fever

got to get myself free.
Hey, hey hey take me away.

Aint no reason to get in such a big a hurry baby
the rain aint gonna get you too wet for too long
take a ride with me on the dark side of the hwy
well hitch a ride to nowhere and find somewhere to belong
hey hey hey i'll take you to the other side.

take me by the hand my love
ill take you for a ride
don't look back and hold on tight
well get out of here alive
hey hey hey i'll take you too the other side.