Remembering Nana: The Refreshenator®

Nana has hip surgery tomorrow, please pray for me. I love you all! XOXOXO

Hey Facebook? Why didn’t I see Nana’s last post before she died?
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Remembering Nana: The Refreshenator®

My Grandfather’s Grandfather’s Rifle

I crawled forward. Nose to the ground, trying not to inhale so much dust that I cough and die in seconds.

This was the only approach, and this was the only day. The last day of my trip to the far lands, the wild continent, and my last chance at this beast.

I was being foolish, but what else could I be? This was the circumstance, and there was no promise of the future. There was only now, precious now!

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My Grandfather’s Grandfather’s Rifle

What Americans Don’t Understand About Freedom

I’ve been slogging through the Gulag Archipelago for some time now. Not because it’s long or dry, but just because it’s so terribly hard to read what happened, and integrate the social dynamics with what I, a capitalist American, consider to be “normal.”

Socialism and Communism are not institutions of economic order; they’re social screeds of classist hate steeped in the most bitter covetousness, veiled banally as economics, and benignly as equity.

It’s the worst of humanity presented as brotherly love.

Distressingly, the most effective execution of these systems identifies what particular strain of hate or darkness you have within you, and pulls it to the forefront, inflates it, and feeds it until you, the unwilling participant, become the perpetrator AND perpetuator of the malignity of The State.

All the while, certain that there’s simply no way out of this system, and that you’re just doing what’s best for yourself and your family in an untenable situation.

Yet the machine is an abstraction. The State is not a person, or a Place; it is a set of rules and orders carried out by human beings. Without cooperative humans to shuffle papers and people into filing cabinets and prison cells, the whole thing doesn’t just collapse… It simply stops existing.

THAT is the true power of the individual contrasted even more starkly by the infinite impotence of one who willingly subsumes himself into The Collective.

Baseball is not a stadium, or a set of equipment. Baseball exists where humans follow Baseball’s set of rules. So, it ceases to exist when the humans stop.

I asked myself a question when ISIS was at its peak. When they took over a new territory, there was torture, violence, public beheadings, threats, and coercion, and I asked myself, “Why don’t they just kill all those who disagree with them and move on?”

Because you can’t build a State like that. You REQUIRE compliance! Humans MUST to follow your rules. Corpses do not a State make.

If every individual an army conscripted simply refused, they would be shot… At least, the first few would, until the state realized it was destroying its own resources… Technically, The State is powerless to create an army. It requires cooperation. No matter how it accomplishes it, it still requires YOUR cooperation.

So revisit all the structures in your life that you don’t like, and ask yourself how much you’re participating in them, and what you are willing (and unwilling!) to do to bring them one step closer to non-existence.

As the old saying goes; You cannot enslave a free man, you can only kill him.

What Americans Don’t Understand About Freedom

A Muse Unjust

A Muse unjust with passion, lust
Doth drive Her host to brink with think!
Such that reprieve be form of drink,
To dull, to mute, to cast aside,
Her heady roller coaster ride.

The color of life monochromes
Against Her vibrant hues and tones.
Imaginings unfit for truth,
Suitable of follies youth,
Persist kaleidoscopically!
Contrasting life: Banality.

In truth, some diamonds; they transverse,
And glimpse some value in this curse.
And thus, the Vampyre beguiles,
Hinting fresh, fantastic wiles.
Wresting thoughts, enthralling time,
From sleep, from play, from Loves divine.

Who courts her long seldom lives
She takes from me far more than gives.

A Muse Unjust

To Love Today

To love today is worthy not.
For time and change consume as rot.
Whom be today, in hope and fear,
Give way to hour, day, and year.
Such that reborn ever ye be,
Who then can say, “I am but me!”
In flux! In shift! Turmoil! Rust!
Subject to fates unfit, unjust.

To love today is to suppose
With change and age a union grows.
To love tomorrow, as today,
We love not rocks, nor be we fey.

What dares to stand against change, ever?
The Promise of love and life together.

To Love Today

Kids, Video Games, and The Game of Life

With the internet down, my wife turned to the downloaded games on the old XBOX 360, and found a game I picked up cheap after wandering into a couple ridiculous Let’s Plays on youtube. Goat Simulator. My 5 year old daughter loved it. Like, seriously, jumping up and down, exploring, excited, loved it.

“Does this game have ads?”

“Nope. Daddy bought it.”

“Good! I hate ads.”

Cue the pangs of guilt.

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Kids, Video Games, and The Game of Life