While we search for meaning in phrases like the “zombie apocalypse,” let’s not forget that the end of the world as we know it has already happened.
We live in a post-consumption apocalypse, where toys that do absolutely nothing useful are celebrated by celebrities who do absolutely nothing serious in return.
To see that I exist, that there is a set of states of energy that can be traced back to the union of two sets of states of energy, one still living…
This “I” cannot justify its existence after playing with a Wacom Bamboo graphics tablet, updating an Apple iPad 2 to iOS 6, adding contacts to a Samsung Galaxy SIII and asking if I, all references to “It’s A Wonderful Life” aside, have made sufficient contributions to say I deserve calling myself my father’s son, Richard Lee Hill II.
There are brief moments like these when I ask myself if my blue-eyed, red-haired, freckly-skinned genetic material goes to the grave without any attempt to reproduce myself, then why did I live at all?
Silence follows accusingly, guilt-ridden, mocking, watching others who do and do not reproduce themselves build legacies that live…
Why am I here if nothing matters?
I have accumulated and continue to accumulate toys in an attempt to fill in the gaps of my life where [grand]children should be.
The massive waste in our species’ endeavours that we dedicate to the excess time our social network has given us outside our basic childrearing tasks is phenomenal.
We have become the emperour’s clothes.
I am a prime example.
I should be dead yet I still live, the personification of self-preservation, a set of states of energy perpetuating itself as long as it can.
Devoid of meaning.
A transparent being.
Time to dull my brain with alcohol, a legal means of escape from the torture of living with myself, happy in my comfortably suburban misery with no motivation to escape from the multiculturalism that is smothering me, who is the son of a father who thought that pot-smoking hippies like Bill Clinton and Barack Obama are giving our country away.
Dad, what can I do to make things right? Legalise the recreational use of substances like marijuana, psilocybin mushrooms and LSD to raise them up to the legally-destructive level of alcohol, tobacco and prescription medication? Show secret videos we have recorded of private speeches that Hillary/Bill Clinton and Barack Obama have given over the years that will destroy international relationships, let alone upset the balance of voters’ opinions?
Dad, I tried to support Mitt Romney, I really did.
But without a child of my own to say that I have preserved the genetic heritage of which you were so proud, having descended from one of the American Revolutionary War heroes, it’s difficult to swallow the bitter aftertaste of the two-headed monster we call the duopoly of the Republican/Democratic political machine that promotes two people I can barely distinguish from one another, Obama and Romney.
Dad, I never supported Bill Clinton. But I never supported George W. Bush, either.
Our political system has become such a convoluted, commercialised, nondemocratic system that I’ve given up fighting it — we’re just one, big, international conglomeration of interdependent business functions now, a group of nations in name only.
The dogs of war are eating the scraps and I can’t stand the stench of income inequality that our nation has dissolved into, despite it appearing better than many political systems around the world.
I agree the “haves” should not be taxed when they have competed to earn their gains for themselves and their heirs but many of them have become too greedy, driven mad by the spectre of recession/depression hanging over them and the lifestyles to which they’ve grown accustomed.
Look at me, living in the lap of relative luxury, surrounded by piles of useless crap that demonstrates the excess our society generates for our childrearing-free moments.
Has the Great Recession taught the upcoming generation to appreciate life without gizmos just as the Great Depression and WWII taught your mother and yourself to appreciate enriching the mind through education that enhances one’s family rather than mind-numbing distractions that turn us into technological zombies?
Dad, I’m sorry I never gave you a grandchild from me, your older, sole male heir, a son you almost lost when he got dragged into the muck of pop culture for a while as he tried to define/find himself out from under the shadow of your strong personality.
There’s nothing I can do about it now.
All I can do is make sure your wife of 55 years, my mother, is taken care of the rest of her life, however she wishes to live it, until one of us dies first, as I give my wife the time she deserves with me.
It’s not enough but it’s all I have to offer in a country that had grown too druggy, multicultural and unpatriotic for you.
Otherwise, I’d prove the real balance of power by encouraging our nation to go to war with nations that are ill-prepared to handle our massive firepower, economic and popular culture power be damned, while I sit back and enjoy the show on all my useless gizmos, before those nations complete their detente arsenals and ruin the fun we closet warhawks truly enjoy.
Dad, maybe that’s the idea. Should I use the transition of leadership in China and the discord in the U.S. as well as the turmoil in the old Ottoman Empire to start a good, old-fashioned, patriotic ass-whooping of a war? I’ve got enough profiteers on my side around the world to make it interesting and a savvy business investment, besides.
We’ll see…
The hickory trees had a good year producing offspring…don’t know if it’s the best year (that is, if it’s the biggest crop (that is, most number of nuts, or largest nuts)) but some of the nut casings almost fill my palm, which doesn’t often happen.
The squirrels are having a hay day, as we say.
The raccoons seem pleased, too.
None of the chickadees or titmouses seem to care. We don’t have any other bird species large enough or with strong-enough beaks to treat hickory nuts as a major food source.
The peace and quiet of a cool, sunny, autumn morning in north Alabama is priceless.
The trees and the birds and all the other flora/fauna around me have thrived in the climate change despite period droughts and warmer winters.
What about the ones who haven’t thrived?
We had a few years where the tree frogs around here deafened us with their summer mating calls.
Now, not so many.
Armadillos swept through a few years ago, unable to establish a permanent colony in the woods around my house.
Same for the fire ants.
The ecosystem of a deciduous forest…sigh, this is my home.
Why? I guess because I was born in the foothills of the Great Smoky Mountains, even though I spent a couple of my formative years in the inner flatlands of southern Florida.
Primarily, though, I have lived within a few-hours drive of the Appalachian mountain range, which few people know stretches from Georgia all the way up the East Coast into Maine.
On a day like today, this is all I have to say and observe. I have no need to perpetuate the thoughts and ideas of others wanting my attention.
I am, after all, happy being myself, and that is a word to the wise, which is sufficient.
Have a great day, my little chickadees!
Hmm…predictive texting…when ifs are won what is fun? Wheat sounds better, though, doesn’t it?
If your country was facing a potential economic crisis and your leadership was in transition, wouldn’t you want to find an external enemy to conjure up for the masses to pay attention to? I would, if I was a Chinese political or business leader or even someone doing business with China.
A cornered rat is a cornered rat, a rodent that is rarely loved, just trying to make its way in the world.
Yeah, that’s the way we can feel sometimes.
Me, I’ve figured out that I never enter a room, especially one with corners.
I find a way to challenge everyone to perform at their best, whatever they imagine their best to be, by holding up a funhouse mirror to them and let them see themselves in an alternate world of strange shapes, sizes and colours.
Artists are the same way around the world. A musician from Trinidad, Nicki Minaj, has shown support for Mitt Romney in her song lyrics. So, too, in a way, Randy Newman and his song, “I’m Dreaming of a White President.” And, finally, Marvel Comics shows us an alternate universe where Captain America is president of the U.S.
What these artists don’t realise is they are endorsing the very opposite of the satire they create.
It is the sole intent of the opposite sketch to get people to think outside their way of thinking, causing many to ask, “What if…”
That’s why I’ve never mentioned certain pop culture figures in my blog, because mentioning their names, even in the most obvious satire possible, endorses their place in my alternate universe as well as promotes them in the universe we share together.
That’s why we in the popular press no longer talk about certain former political candidates or political officeholders.
As for me, my goal is to make everyone richer in the lives we share together in this moment, getting some of you to promote people you’d never mention in normal conversation.
Satire is making fun of all of us, including the satirist.
Why do I not have a problem with Mormonism when I don’t actively practice a set of beliefs outside of the new slogan, “Business. Science. Competition.”?
Because I am my own god of this blog, a god whose power is Comedy, whose strength is Tragedy, who lives outside of space and time, no different than anyone else who feels strongly enough about one’s self to take charge of one’s thought patterns and align them for self-preservation in a neutral universe.
A god inside a blog does not darken the Sun that holds the solar system together in which the blog resides. A god inside a blog is a literary device but any religion, including Mormonism, Islam, and others, is a literary device, isn’t it?
Speaking of gods inside their thoughts, it is fun watching the purveyors of mass media scramble to tell stories that support their points of view when they claim to be insensitive to the needs of viewers/watchers/listeners.
How often do we hear stories sympathetic to the aches and pains of world leaders who’ve been labeled cruel, vicious, dictatorial and destructive? Very rarely. We’d rather hear about sufferers of terrible treatments.
What about those who like to be dominated as along as they’re provided a narrow pathway on which they walk in fear, their plates and bellies full? Rarer still. We’d rather promote people who don’t want to live in fear.
Am I wrong to want people to have true freedom, including the freedom not to hear about lifestyles they deny are real because they take the phrase, “life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness,” to mean staying away from those who don’t pursue the same things, no matter how repressive they want for themselves or don’t want for others?
Should cable/satellite/Internet TV companies offer packages geared toward specific lifestyles, rather than a smorgasbord that appeals to some, offends others and is of little interest to the rest? Do people have to even see the names of channels they want blocked or haven’t paid for when they flip open the online guide?
This is all old territory I’m covering, where we get to peek into the lives of those holed up in private communities (e.g., simply escape to their one-room flats; personal privacy is not just for gated communities), preventing their families from seeing practitioners of lifestyles they do not condone.
The United States of America and similar countries are not just physical states, they are states of thought sets, too, a magical place where we can be whomever we wish to be, imagining a populace with leaders sympathetic to our joys, sorrows, plights and accomplishments, or fighting against them, the populace and/or leaders, in perennial cycles.
Today, I overcame my aversion to entering a house of worship for political purposes in order to cast a ballot against a state initiative to once again play funny money game with tax revenues. Knowing the conservative nature of the state of Alabama, I’m assuming the initiative will pass but I’ve been wrong before.
Well, the political satire related blog entries come to a close with this one. I joined major artists in giving the Romney/Paul ticket a backhanded compliment and will let the ball roll on its own from now until the election is over. It was fun. Time to look at places farther along the spacetime continuum, talk about how we’ll get there and what it looks like from an anthropomorphic futurist’s point of view.
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Thanks to George, Joyce and Minnie at the voting booth today; Margaret and coworkers at the Marketplace Cafe (hope the wedding goes well on Friday!); Steak-Out; Google Play.
[Personal notes — feel free to skip]
I sit and stare at the computer screen while the antivirus software performs a “quick scan” of the hard disk drive after the IE10 web browser software on my evaluation copy of Windows 8 acted funny.
Not that I trust the antivirus software to find anything amiss.
These days, when flood/drought cycles flow over land and our species has a short-term memory problem about scientifically-tested ecological history, I am not as easy to hypnotise into believing that the bits and bytes that comprise the virtual world I pretend exists in order to add electronic words to the pile make any sense.
Better to believe I am insane than believe I can see through solid sheets of molten sand called windows.
Two more tenets of my belief set:
The quick scan has almost finished running — the antivirus popup/miniwindow shows 94% progress.
Needless to say, I am not chewing my nails or suffering anxiety about the pending results of the quick scan.
Yet, hickory nuts are pounding the roof loudly, waterlogged from an overnight rain event, seeking a closer relationship with Earth, sharing a gravitational love with each other.
What if there is a connection between the house roof, the hickory nuts and the antivirus software?
What if there isn’t?
By asking questions about which item does not belong in a list, can I show myself if I am sane?
Was it sane to wait and watch, having an ounce of belief that Obama might have made a difference, seeing that his two best accomplishments were the Affordable Care Act and institutionalised drone killing?
This is progress?
This is why tens of thousands of soldiers died in the American Civil War 150 years ago?
Meanwhile, Chinese military experts expect a sea-based conflict to protect Chinese economic interests because Chinese authorities believe they don’t have to anticipate land-based military skirmishes with their Russian neighbour?
Thank goodness, the antivirus software declared “NO THREAT FOUND.”
I can relax.
Technology has come to save the day, so I can now let autoupdate install the iTunes 10.7 software that flashes me a message via the User Account Control function before making my computer compatible with devices running iOS 6.
It was good to relieve some domestic tension and give Obama his four years to show that skin colour alone does not determine a person’s qualifications.
For that, we have the events of the American Civil War and its eventual outcome to thank.
However, now that we’ve accomplished that goal, let’s look at other more important issues such as defining for a large part of the disillusioned world what their subcultures can contribute to world history better than being crushed by homogenising muliculturalism.
Me, I’m still getting used to the fact that some of my childhood friends from 30+ years ago were/are gay/lesbian/transgender/bisexual, let alone the fact that the U.S. president was “outed” by his VP to support gay marriage.
Force-feeding multiculturalism on the general population has unintended consequences that, if I am to understand our species correctly, leads to battles between us over how we believe we fit into the role our sets of states of energy play in the [un]observable universe.
Another four years with Obama at the helm shows scenarios that I’m not comfortable with — more suppression of groups opposed to government oppression of longstanding subcultural beliefs, including overt mockery of Mormonism, which means a reduction in the economic strength of the people who have lost their viability/trustability as productive members of society.
The U.S. has a large population of unemployed, underemployed, and incarcerated citizens who are quickly losing their belief in the American Dream, a net drag on our place in international worth.
I care about the lost opportunities we have here, right now, that the current U.S. president has been unable to address: those who bought into Obama’s hope and those who didn’t, both having no hope for their futures, many worse off than their ancestors.
Ultimately, we may not be able to address these issues domestically because we are fighting an uphill battle against the negatively growing sine wave of economic history.
However, I love change. Obama was a change. Romney will be change. Nader would have been a great change, too.
The candidate who admits he’s willing to improve our nation’s education/economic status while keeping an eye on ecological sustainability without forcing us to compromise our beliefs is the one I want to support.
If, in this parallel universe of a blog, we are to start a world war on “global culture homogeneity disguised as a global economy for the benefit of all” beginning at the grassroots level, what is the post capitalist/communist consumption/production model going to morph into?
Are we simply preparing the species for a war to clear excess on our usual endless cycle of economic booms/busts? Can we, instead, look ahead past or even possibly skip war altogether?
Creating an alternate reality/realty to test theories is not only the province of fiction writers but also policy makers, bookmakers, farmers, hunters and quilters.
While we prime the pump for a test of the vitality of angry mob mania on the edge of economic collapse in this space, let us examine the world in a few months/years/decades.
The momentum of high tech development may slow but the relative elitism of the high tech mavens creates its own weather system which sucks in and destroys during the act of recreating its image as states of energy are wont to do in what we call a narcissistic house of mirrors continuum.
Disregard the labels we use like capitalism or communism or any similar officially-sanctioned state function.
Let us look beyond the labels and look at the condition/effect of technology for technology’s sake.
Better yet, let us continue to use the paradigm of sets of states of energy without regard to hierarchy other than the tendency of energy states bonding at multiple macro levels.
How will states of energy change their bonding structures when encountering a counter wave of resistance to commercialized rapid waves of change labeled progress that occur repeatedly in the area of study we call history that fictionalises how we got to this point where we share a moment together understanding the same sets of symbols for which our sets of states of energy were aligned in reaction to previous rapid waves of change we currently see as a normalized part of us?
Who benefits and who does not?
Who is prepared for a global reset?
Many enjoy the freedom of multiculturalism and many do not.
How will this blog introduce the vision of a “passive” solar system with us seeing ourselves as central intelligent units to one that turned itself into an active, living system independent of our species, viewing us as merely one small beneficial part of a growing whole expanding into the galaxy?
We like the distractions that make us seem more important than the planet on which we’ve thrived; however, view us over the course of history of the next 1000 years and today’s debates about global economy changes logged in everyday news fade quickly, just another link in the chain of events of a galaxy creating “consciousness” on the edge of one of its “arms,” much like our Olympian/ordinary cyborgs today have machine intelligence in their prosthetic appendages that are fast becoming more rapid processors than equivalent parts of our congenital nervous system driven bodies.
More ifs as they develop…
Next best comment attributed to a salon.com news article responder:
I agree with many of your arguments as written, but to be fair, I think it is more complex than that. Other contributing factors include the following:
– The “two cultures” of the arts vs. (not and) the sciences is a major issue. For various reasons, our society takes sciences more seriously than the arts. (Just look at the reward sizes of typical NSF vs NEA grants, or salaries and employment rates of graduates of science vs. arts programs, or who we give H1 visas to and for what.) The wedge between the arts and sciences–which is epistemological and political and waged from both sides–makes them “separate but equal” in the historical sense of that phrase (i.e., not at all equal!).
– While the sciences make an obvious case for their own state support (technological innovation, etc.), the humanities have not been as successful since the 1960s. It used to be that people believed that teaching Great Books made us model citizens. But the humanities were among the first to deconstruct that argument as ideological. And they were right: there is a problem with only reading dead white men. But if we don’t teach dead white men, then what can we teach that the public will agree should be taught? Multiculturalism and grand theory have been two answers proffered since the 60s, but (I’m stating a fact, not advocating for it) these have not achieved consensus in the way that dead white men had in the past.
I also think that the humanities themselves have their more recent origins (since the 19th century) in upper class culture. If only well to do men could go to college, then all that Latin and TS Eliot and critical thinking was another way they could demonstrate their fitness for their white collar professional jobs over everyone else. But with college becoming more accessible since the 1950s, the class alignment has changed, and people have become more specialized in order to be competitive. It’s not enough to be smart any more, you also need to know C++. (Of course, now knowing C++ seems to excuse one from being smart, which is a problem.)
Of course a concerted cross-generational conservative political attack on critical thinking and the humanities hasn’t helped. But neither has the hard turn to postmodern theories that to the public just sound crazy (like Baudrillard–and I am not saying he was crazy, well maybe a little bit, but very few outside of comp lit departments really understood what he was trying to do) so it just seemed like a waste of public resources–not saying I agree!
Anyway, my point is that we humanists need to make our own case for public support of what we can offer–and this is a slow and long-term commitment. Critical thinking is a very good argument and I agree with it. I think we can strengthen that argument with a more compelling rapprochement with scientists and technologists than humanists and scientists/technologists have collectively done so far (it’s a two-way street).
The best comment attached to the same news article:
I’m dismayed to see that you are equating the liberal arts with the humanities. The liberal arts include the social sciences and the natural sciences. Chemistry is a liberal art. Music is a liberal art. Psychology is a liberal art. So while I agree with your analysis, this article is itself a symptom of the decline of the liberal arts amongst those who think they’re defending them. Which is the saddest part of this all.
Repeat after me:
The Emperor Ming: Klytus, I’m bored. What plaything can you offer me today?
Klytus: An obscure body in the S-K System, your majesty. The inhabitants refer to it as the planet Earth.
So, the world now has proof that the most violent religion is Islam, if global protest headlines speak louder than words, and cult followers don’t have a sense of humour/irony, willing to kill others and die because a few actors were conned into making fun of a religious leader and his god in a video?
Meanwhile, our covert operatives, assigned to no country, used the noise and chaos to slip into place, as always, ready to assassinate at the first word from the Committee, keeping this 3D chess game moving forward into new areas of the protestors’ territory. If a protestor or a person who incited a protestor dies off-camera in a horrible traffic smashup or accidental fall/food poisoning at home, who’s going to pay attention?
Yes, you’re right again, of course. “Assassinate” is such a strong word. Should I have said remove the chess pieces from the playing board, instead?
However, when using the globe as our playing field, we do what we must to accomplish a goal greater than a species or nation ever outlives, changing the anthropomorphic state of sets of states of energy as the need arises.
Unfortunately, the Obama administration will forever be tied to the use of cowardly strategic murderous drone strikes, instead of putting himself and his drone option last, when he should say our military personnel, both those directly employed by our government and those indirectly employed as contractors/mercenaries, are, in person, used to carry out secret death sentences or actively engage in the legal right to proactively defend themselves during war.
In place of a HOPE poster, there will inevitably be found on the side streets of the Internet a picture of Obama looking like BIG BROTHER in “1984” with his finger pointed at you, saying, “Remote-controlled killing is love. A dead citizen is a happy citizen. Coercion is freedom.” All in the name of feeding this storyline, which appears to question the old storyline that stated the latest enemy is Islam, but only in the strictest radical sense, whatever that means in selling headlines more succinctly, a tradition of every country that divides killing into bins: socially-unacceptable murder or organisationally-acceptable restructuring.
Then, on an opposite street will be Romney, smiling, saying, “I do not kill unarmed Muslims without open due process. I love all people, regardless of religious affiliation, bad comic timing or alleged criminal guilt. Only my God can judge you, whose teachings I follow to the letter of the writings I read most often with more conviction than my opponent.”
Would it make more sense if public trials were held for defendants in absentia, who are given time to appear, even via the Internet, to face their accusers before being convicted of murder and sentenced to death by any means necessary, as long as it was not cruel and inhumane, including instant death by drone strike?
Are drones becoming too politically risky, creating the wrong kind of unintended consequences, scaring people and reinforcing rather than changing their subcultural beliefs?
This weekend, I stood in the midst of a group of 102000+ people gathered to celebrate their right to peaceably assemble and watch the three-ring circus we call a modern college football game, none of us expecting to be hit by a drone strike but willing to be filmed with no monetary compensation by dirigible-, crane-, guidewire-, hand- and helicopter-mounted cameras.
At the beginning of the game, on a public/state-sponsored university campus, a man spoke over the public address system to say a prayer before the players started tossing themselves at each other. This week, the speaker happened to lead us in a rendition of Christian text called the Lord’s Prayer.
We also watched the uniform number of Johnny Majors, a college classmate of my parents, retired from active use by the university football team, which brought a tear to my eye knowing one of my parents could not be there in person to join the festivities.
During the break between the two halves of the game, called the halftime show, for some strange reason, the university “Pride of the Southland” marching band included a Scottish pipes and drum ensemble which played both “Scotland the Brave” and “Amazing Grace,” as well as the inevitable “Rocky Top.”
And today, as we left Knoxville, we saw dozens of old muscle/classic cars/trucks leaving east Tennessee, as well as a few stragglers from a large motorcycle gathering heading north from a Trail of Tears ride.
Can I extract trends from these last few data points, wondering where, anywhere and everywhere on this planet, people were reinforcing their beliefs due to recent news headlines?
Me, I’m happy to see people do what they want, as long as they don’t physically harm others.
Then again, I enjoyed the football game, even if my alltime favourite college football team, the University of Tennessee Volunteers, was unable to post the higher score by the time the game ended, when many a player could easily show evidence of physical harm.
So, I’ve got a basic belief of mine to reconsider: freedom to be in the act of “first, do no [physical] harm.”
If nothing else in my beliefs this weekend, there is a sense of poetic justice, where, on the same weekend my team lost its game against a formidable opponent, a team now coached by a man who claimed to love the Vols but left us high-and-dry — Lane Kiffin — also lost. I can’t remember and maybe you can help me…which players with questionable ethics attended the same school? Was it O.J. Simpson and Reggie Bush?
I know our new coach, Derek Dooley, instills a real winning attitude of moral and ethical beliefs in his players as they reach successful goals in their career paths, in and out of the physically-harmful sport of American football.
While straying into sports, I keep having fun with this comical tirade on behalf of a political election campaign, seriously yet cynically satirical (or is that cynically yet satirically serious?), when I need to go on down the trail this storyline was going to take after the last blog entry but I’ve let myself get caught up in eddies and swirls of news headlines again, haven’t I, either way?
Old age, I guess.
Well, I’ve got to help my wife clear space in our space (“our space” is a house, in this case) to make room before we move her mother’s furniture from her sister in-law’s house, the furniture having worn out its welcome, as all guests are prone to do, including family.
Tomorrow, I’ll thank folks for their help this weekend, including Cassie at Bel Air Grill and Silvia at the Airport Hilton, my cousin Cindy and her husband Ron, and more…
Thank goodness I do not live in the ultra-regulated city-state of Singapore, because it considers illegal the flash mob performance of a haka that was as fun to watch as a spontaneous Scottish Highlands bagpipe concert.
What’s the point of having a mercenary army at your fingertips if you can’t use it to achieve your goals?
Me, I’ve been here before so it’s time to remove myself from current events, letting people figure out how many ways the Iranian government, along with other partners, uses smoke and mirrors to achieve longterm goals.
Ever wondered why some people who call themselves white find a way to lament that their ideas and history would be so strong that, like a rare earth magnet, they attract people of all colours, shapes and sizes to want to experience/share/carry on the ideas and history, too?
Do they not see that the best way to prevent a worldwide war is to mix people together into a homogenous whole, where no one area on Earth has the exclusive right to foment war on behalf of out-of-date ideology?
In the meantime, any government in transition has a weak spot — it’s up to the dragon slayers to find the spot and act.
Are you willing to attack an indigenous mob and face further negative connotations/consequences in global mass media coverage?
When is a drone a liability rather than an asset?
How does a world police force maintain order when the crowd is mentally and physically armed against the force of police?
Which is the most violent ideology — Buddhism, Hinduism, Taoism, Christianity, Islam, Judaism, Pantheism, Agnosticism, Non/Atheism, Capitalism, Confucianism, Communism, futbol, chess, disc golf or quilting?
Which is least violent?
Remember the three tenets of the new slogan in this blog: “Business. Science. Competition.”
And now, finally, after months…no, YEARS of waiting to reveal the next step, the natural progression, of the direction of this blog, let us move behind the curtain and see what’s really going on in the parallel universe where these symbols have no meaning.
treetrunkdings 