Bow to the TV as the TV says:
Sell your body sell your soul
You must buy everything
In order to feel whole
As the television steals your soul
Eat, eat, eat, Mr. and Mrs. Consumer
Just like all these skinnies
Then pay for us to get you back in that bikini
Watch life go by so vicariously
This is everything
This is everything
Everything we thought you wanted to be
Buy those pills that will make you happy
Go back to sleep and have another erection
Let the power steer you in a new direction
You still have freedom, you still have choice
If you don't buy what we're sellin'
There is always another election
"Any society that would sacrifice a little bit of liberty in order to gain a little bit of security would deserve neither, and lose both." - Benjamin Franklin
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Socialism in a Nutshell
An economics professor at a local college made a statement that he had never failed a single student before, but had once failed an entire class. That class had insisted that Obama's socialism worked and that no one would be poor and no one would be rich, a great equalizer. The professor then said, "OK, we will have an experiment in this class on Obama's plan".
All grades would be averaged and everyone would receive the same grade so no one would fail and no one would receive an A. After the first test, the grades were averaged and everyone got a B. The students who studied hard were upset and the students who studied little were happy. As the second test rolled around, the students who studied little had studied even less and the ones who studied hard decided they wanted a free ride too so they studied little. The second test average was a D! No one was happy. When the 3rd test rolled around, the average was an F. The scores never increased as bickering, blame and name-calling all resulted in hard feelings and no one would study for the benefit of anyone else. All failed, to their great surprise, and the professor told them that socialism would also ultimately fail because when the reward is great, the effort to succeed is great but when government takes all the reward away, no one will try or want to succeed. Could not be any simpler than that. (Please pass this on)
All grades would be averaged and everyone would receive the same grade so no one would fail and no one would receive an A. After the first test, the grades were averaged and everyone got a B. The students who studied hard were upset and the students who studied little were happy. As the second test rolled around, the students who studied little had studied even less and the ones who studied hard decided they wanted a free ride too so they studied little. The second test average was a D! No one was happy. When the 3rd test rolled around, the average was an F. The scores never increased as bickering, blame and name-calling all resulted in hard feelings and no one would study for the benefit of anyone else. All failed, to their great surprise, and the professor told them that socialism would also ultimately fail because when the reward is great, the effort to succeed is great but when government takes all the reward away, no one will try or want to succeed. Could not be any simpler than that. (Please pass this on)
Friday, November 27, 2009
Everlast
Here we are again
Just like we've always been
Another rhyme before
Another opened door
Life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness
Yes, I know we are all in this mess
Here is another life, here is another lie
Tell me how many times
Did your dreams make you cry
Claws make the poor feel wicked
Flaws give the rich their ticket
Just another brick in the wall
A conspiracy that reaps the fall
Though we can take it all away
The heroes die too quick in this play
So we end up repeating the past
Instead of finding salvation at last
Just like we've always been
Another rhyme before
Another opened door
Life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness
Yes, I know we are all in this mess
Here is another life, here is another lie
Tell me how many times
Did your dreams make you cry
Claws make the poor feel wicked
Flaws give the rich their ticket
Just another brick in the wall
A conspiracy that reaps the fall
Though we can take it all away
The heroes die too quick in this play
So we end up repeating the past
Instead of finding salvation at last
Thursday, November 5, 2009
"On The Set" by Erik Steen
http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=124559
Comic book based on experiences working behind the scenes on a film/TV set.
Comic book based on experiences working behind the scenes on a film/TV set.
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comedy,
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Monday, November 2, 2009
Flashes of Light
Flashes of light awake me in the night
Fate has a strange way of sneaking up on you
So maybe I should pray for another day
What goes through your mind makes way
To the footsteps walkin'
To the loose lips talkin'
To those fine hips shockin'
We live in a world divided by mind
Spending more than eternity trying to find
A purpose, a reason, a way to survive
Even though not a one of us
Is getting out of here alive.
Friday, October 2, 2009
Before You Go Insane: Future Vision
A world where wisdom rules over war
Where love has finally found it's virtue
In this we find another tomorrow
A land before time where frustration gives way
To a unified theory of brotherhood
Where a woman is either your lover or a sister or mother
Not a ho, bitch or skank
A world where the only rank
Is the love in your heart
Loneliness becoming a thing of the past
A new vision of freedom and compassion at last
There is no system to follow, just a way
This will be tomorrow as soon as it is today
Right now the only season
Forever and eternity held in sway
No thunder gone asunder
In a garden born of rain
Fight fire with water
Before you go insane
Where love has finally found it's virtue
In this we find another tomorrow
A land before time where frustration gives way
To a unified theory of brotherhood
Where a woman is either your lover or a sister or mother
Not a ho, bitch or skank
A world where the only rank
Is the love in your heart
Loneliness becoming a thing of the past
A new vision of freedom and compassion at last
There is no system to follow, just a way
This will be tomorrow as soon as it is today
Right now the only season
Forever and eternity held in sway
No thunder gone asunder
In a garden born of rain
Fight fire with water
Before you go insane
Monday, September 7, 2009
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Mission Accomplshed -- Or was it the beginning?

Looking back, it seems more likely that when George W. Bush declared "Mission Accomplished" he obviously was not referring to the end of the war, but the beginning of Armageddon.
The Apocalypse Now?

With Mars as its ruling planet, the Tower is a card about war, a war between the structures of lies and the lightning flash of truth. The Tower, stands for "false concepts and institutions that we take for real." When the Querent gets this card, they can expect to be shaken up, to be blinded by a shocking revelation.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Can You Create a Sun?

I can totally understand being at odds with religious superstition. However, it is illogical to think that the universe responsible for creating human consciousness does not have a consciousness with which to create. Religion was created by man; man was not created by religion. But if you have conscious awareness of the self, then the universe, which came before you, must have conscious awareness of self, even if we do not comprehend it's potential. We are droplets in the ocean of consciousness.
And now for a poem I wrote:
We can just kill each other until the end of time
Or can we learn to rhyme, realize it is time
To let love rule instead of burning down the school
The Earth is a place where we learn our lessons;
Just another group of souls living in repression
Living in repression, haven't we learned our lesson?
We can split the atom but can we put one together?
So who can do that? Do you feel like a god because you destroy?
Because you destroy?
Try creating a consciousness; try building a planet
Can you make the sun? Did you form a universe?
You are no god if you kill, just another pawn serving Lucifer's will
How will we ever have kingdom come with an atom bomb?
With an atom bomb? With an atom bomb...
Civilization has not advanced; we've regressed
With the atom bomb... With an atom bomb.
Friday, May 29, 2009
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
United We Stand, Divided We Fall

We are the many, they are the few. United we stand, divided we fall. Instead of ending the war, it has been escalated. Instead of ending Homeland Security and spying on the U.S. citizens, HS is hiring in record numbers -- in fact, it's one of the few industries that is growing thanks to our tax dollars. If you love your children it is time to wake up and activate your passion for a free world. - The Unknown Soldier
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Declaration of Peace: Hair Peace Revival
The reason I voted for President Obama was because he promised to end the war. It is time for a Hair Peace Revival and I refuse to cut my hair until we declare peace. I hope others will join me; if enough of us do it we can send out a powerful message of peace. A symbol displaying that we are united in our peace effort, just like during the 60's.
For What It's Worth
The thing that is so convenient about a "War on Terror" is that the enemy is completely undefined. Anyone the government designates as a terrorist will be considered an enemy of the state and that could be anyone.
It is also a war that will never end so long as the populace remains conditioned by fear. Perhaps we should declare a "War on Fear" since fear is the primary motive behind the violence.
Toddler Notices Chemtrails Over School

Yesterday (04.22.09) I was walking through the park with my two year old as he pointed to a streak in the sky and asked, "What's that, Daddy?" I replied, "Those are chemtrails." He asked, "What's that mean, Daddy?" For a moment all I could do was hold my breath. This was not the first time I had seen these type of planes spraying unknown chemicals, this was just the first time anyone had asked about it. The realization sunk in, "I don't know what it means, son. I don't know what it means." Then we watched as a silver plane without any markings continued to exhale 3 streams of unknown chemicals over a nearby public school. The plane continued in a direction that would cover at least 3 more public schools in the Woodbury, MN area.
When a toddler starts to notice something strange is in the air, then I think it is time we all start to notice.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Solution to Global Warming: MUST READ AND WATCH!
Listen folks, I was, I really was on board with Al Gore when he began his "An Inconvenient Truth" agenda. I saw the movie, the science made perfect sense -- and look at the icecaps melting! Look at the fooking ice caps melting!!!
But if the only solution you are going to offer is a carbon tax then it makes the whole damn thing seem like a giant fooking campaign to add another tax to an already overtaxed and underpaid populace. If you think about it, if the government, and now New World Order government, decide to pass a carbon tax, technically the government could tax us for breathing. Or perhaps even justify genocide. I can see the scenario playing out on the mass media now: "Too many people exhaling too much carbon dioxide! What is the final solution? News at ten!"
And using corn to make gasoline? Feeding our machines before we feed our people? There are other methods, better ways.
How about we just build some fooking windmills? How about taking all this damn bailout money and setting up a solar grid for each neighborhood? There are plenty of solutions, people, we just aren't being offered any valid ones.
But if the only solution you are going to offer is a carbon tax then it makes the whole damn thing seem like a giant fooking campaign to add another tax to an already overtaxed and underpaid populace. If you think about it, if the government, and now New World Order government, decide to pass a carbon tax, technically the government could tax us for breathing. Or perhaps even justify genocide. I can see the scenario playing out on the mass media now: "Too many people exhaling too much carbon dioxide! What is the final solution? News at ten!"
And using corn to make gasoline? Feeding our machines before we feed our people? There are other methods, better ways.
How about we just build some fooking windmills? How about taking all this damn bailout money and setting up a solar grid for each neighborhood? There are plenty of solutions, people, we just aren't being offered any valid ones.
Homeland Security: The Illusion of Safety
It was the Sunday just before this past Easter when a good friend of mine, one I'd known since high school, called me up and asked if I wanted to go to a shooting range with him. Now, officially I am a 4th degree black belt in Taekwondo, and have been a martial arts instructor since the age of 16 shortly after receiving my black belt. In spite of all this, I have never actually fired a gun. I have fired blanks out of an M-16 a few years back when I was playing a soldier in a TV show that was so bad I will not mention it (and if confronted I will outright refuse that I worked on that particular show, even though I did); but never in my life had I ever fired a real gun before. One with real bullets.
So I said to Corey over the cell, "That sounds like fun, but I don't even own gun." He replied that they were having some vendors there to show off their wares, and that I could choose a gun from one of the various vendors and test it out at the firing range, the only thing I had to pay for were the bullets. Oh, and of course the paper targets -- ranging anywhere from a generic green cut-out of a man (with a subtle Homeland Security logo at the bottom) to elaborate depictions of Osama Bin Laden and other terrorist super-villains, and of course, the ever present damsel in distress with two thugs on either side of her branding weapons. I chose the generic green cut-out with the Homeland Security logo and my friend picked out a terrorist and the damsel in distress.
The thing was, everyone that worked at Bill's Gun Shop was very friendly and courteous. And for some reason this seemed strange to me. Here were a bunch of people talking about guns, handing you the weapon of your choice with a smile on their face, then directing you in a calm and friendly manner to where you can also purchase the bullets.
By the time I was paying for the bullets my adrenaline was kicking in. This also seemed strange to me, since I had not expected a rush from simply firing bullets at a paper target in a safe and controlled environment. However, once I had the live ammo in my hand I realized just how genuine this entire experience had become. This was real. If I, or anyone else in that room decided to suddenly go crazy -- and that's when I realized that everyone working there was strapped. I'm sure I noticed this walking in, just hadn't paid any attention to it. As soon as I recognized this, I felt something I hadn't felt in this country for a while: I felt safe. For at that very instant I realized that if anyone in the room were to suddenly scream, "Jihad!" and actually meant it, there would be at least 5 or 6 guys ready to put 6 or 7 bullets a piece into any fool crazy enough to threaten our sovereignty or safety.
I paid for my bullets with a smile on my face, grabbed my green paper target, a set of ear protectors, and was escorted into the firing range. All the time, everyone was very friendly, courteous, and helpful. Here I am, with a loaded gun and a box full of ammo -- and no one was worried! For a moment I had a thought; if I walked through the airport line with a small razor blade I would probably be sent away to some dark dank prison without due process or an opportunity to defend myself -- I could even potentially be sent away and never seen by my family again for offering up as much as a simple joke! We've all seen the signs at the airport that state you can be detained and held for questioning if you so much as joke about the terrorist situation. This sudden realization of such a queer paradox was very unsettling for a moment.
After entering the firing range and loading my magazine, one of the employee's of Bill's Gun Shop (I think he said his name was Todd) offered to show me how to load the chamber, set the safety, where to place my hands, and how to check the sight before I fire. I could tell by the way he spoke that he was former military. His instructions were clear, precise, and had that pragmatic tone of authority that all former military officers have when they speak.
I fired a full clip from the Springfield 9mm then switched guns with Corey and fired a full clip from the Beretta 9mm that he was testing. Hearing rumors that the Beretta's were common for misfiring, I was a little hesitant letting go of the Springfield which had a decent kick and felt comfortable in my hand, like a real weapon. The Beretta felt more like a toy, and fired like one too, as it misfired once when my friend tested it and it misfired again when I tested it. "Damn," I yelled out to my friend jokingly over the constant gunfire, "sure wouldn't trust a Beretta to save my life!" He laughed and said he felt the same way, which is why he wanted to switch weapons with me -- fucker! Actually, I was glad I had a chance to try the Beretta, now I saw first hand how problematic they could be in a real pinch. However, I waited until we got back in the car to tell my friend that the Beretta is the gun most commonly issued to military officers by the U.S. government.
We spoke with a few salesmen up stairs before we left, all of whom were very knowledgeable and willing to answer any of our questions. Again, I thought to myself, if my friend and I were to even discuss the subject of guns at the airport these days we would be likely detained and held for questioning. Neither my friend, nor myself are terrorists. In fact, the reason we both decided to go to the gun range was because we love our fair country and wanted to exercise our right to bear arms. Corey and I, both U.S. citizens born and raised, are in fact against any act of violence or terrorism. Yet, if either one of us even dared to get a little smart at the airport we could be treated like second class citizens.
That's when I realized what Homeland Security is really all about. If you are wealthy enough that you can afford a private jet, you are treated like royalty and no one hassles you at the airport. But the rest of us, even those of us that think we are fancy enough to fly 1st class are being treated like strangers in our own country! Strip searched, scanned, hassled, held with suspicion and distrust.
So this is really an effort to further separate the classes. The filthy rich, and only the filthy rich, can come and go as they please. While the rest of us are too afraid to even crack a stress-relieving joke at the airport.
So I said to Corey over the cell, "That sounds like fun, but I don't even own gun." He replied that they were having some vendors there to show off their wares, and that I could choose a gun from one of the various vendors and test it out at the firing range, the only thing I had to pay for were the bullets. Oh, and of course the paper targets -- ranging anywhere from a generic green cut-out of a man (with a subtle Homeland Security logo at the bottom) to elaborate depictions of Osama Bin Laden and other terrorist super-villains, and of course, the ever present damsel in distress with two thugs on either side of her branding weapons. I chose the generic green cut-out with the Homeland Security logo and my friend picked out a terrorist and the damsel in distress.
The thing was, everyone that worked at Bill's Gun Shop was very friendly and courteous. And for some reason this seemed strange to me. Here were a bunch of people talking about guns, handing you the weapon of your choice with a smile on their face, then directing you in a calm and friendly manner to where you can also purchase the bullets.
By the time I was paying for the bullets my adrenaline was kicking in. This also seemed strange to me, since I had not expected a rush from simply firing bullets at a paper target in a safe and controlled environment. However, once I had the live ammo in my hand I realized just how genuine this entire experience had become. This was real. If I, or anyone else in that room decided to suddenly go crazy -- and that's when I realized that everyone working there was strapped. I'm sure I noticed this walking in, just hadn't paid any attention to it. As soon as I recognized this, I felt something I hadn't felt in this country for a while: I felt safe. For at that very instant I realized that if anyone in the room were to suddenly scream, "Jihad!" and actually meant it, there would be at least 5 or 6 guys ready to put 6 or 7 bullets a piece into any fool crazy enough to threaten our sovereignty or safety.
I paid for my bullets with a smile on my face, grabbed my green paper target, a set of ear protectors, and was escorted into the firing range. All the time, everyone was very friendly, courteous, and helpful. Here I am, with a loaded gun and a box full of ammo -- and no one was worried! For a moment I had a thought; if I walked through the airport line with a small razor blade I would probably be sent away to some dark dank prison without due process or an opportunity to defend myself -- I could even potentially be sent away and never seen by my family again for offering up as much as a simple joke! We've all seen the signs at the airport that state you can be detained and held for questioning if you so much as joke about the terrorist situation. This sudden realization of such a queer paradox was very unsettling for a moment.
After entering the firing range and loading my magazine, one of the employee's of Bill's Gun Shop (I think he said his name was Todd) offered to show me how to load the chamber, set the safety, where to place my hands, and how to check the sight before I fire. I could tell by the way he spoke that he was former military. His instructions were clear, precise, and had that pragmatic tone of authority that all former military officers have when they speak.
I fired a full clip from the Springfield 9mm then switched guns with Corey and fired a full clip from the Beretta 9mm that he was testing. Hearing rumors that the Beretta's were common for misfiring, I was a little hesitant letting go of the Springfield which had a decent kick and felt comfortable in my hand, like a real weapon. The Beretta felt more like a toy, and fired like one too, as it misfired once when my friend tested it and it misfired again when I tested it. "Damn," I yelled out to my friend jokingly over the constant gunfire, "sure wouldn't trust a Beretta to save my life!" He laughed and said he felt the same way, which is why he wanted to switch weapons with me -- fucker! Actually, I was glad I had a chance to try the Beretta, now I saw first hand how problematic they could be in a real pinch. However, I waited until we got back in the car to tell my friend that the Beretta is the gun most commonly issued to military officers by the U.S. government.
We spoke with a few salesmen up stairs before we left, all of whom were very knowledgeable and willing to answer any of our questions. Again, I thought to myself, if my friend and I were to even discuss the subject of guns at the airport these days we would be likely detained and held for questioning. Neither my friend, nor myself are terrorists. In fact, the reason we both decided to go to the gun range was because we love our fair country and wanted to exercise our right to bear arms. Corey and I, both U.S. citizens born and raised, are in fact against any act of violence or terrorism. Yet, if either one of us even dared to get a little smart at the airport we could be treated like second class citizens.
That's when I realized what Homeland Security is really all about. If you are wealthy enough that you can afford a private jet, you are treated like royalty and no one hassles you at the airport. But the rest of us, even those of us that think we are fancy enough to fly 1st class are being treated like strangers in our own country! Strip searched, scanned, hassled, held with suspicion and distrust.
So this is really an effort to further separate the classes. The filthy rich, and only the filthy rich, can come and go as they please. While the rest of us are too afraid to even crack a stress-relieving joke at the airport.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Statistically Speaking
60% of all people realize that 90% of all statistics are only 15% true, the other 75% made up, with only 10 % left undecided since they can't remember if they just made it up or if they read it in some magazine that just made it up. This survey, conducted by less than 1% of the population will be considered fact if more than 50% of the people hear this statistic 80% of the time.
The New World Order has U.S. by the nuts!
There was a time, less than 10 years ago, when I was caught reading "conspiracy theory" books about the New World Order people thought I was living in some delusional fantasy world. Well, here it is folks, I hope you enjoyed your slumber all these years -- now it is about to get interesting, indeed.
"New World Order" on the cover of Time magazing offering up a NWO as the solution to this economic crisis? A crisis that was engineered by the very same cabal that is now receiving most of our bail out money, that sure is rich -- pun intended. The elite must be laughing their f-wording azzes off right now, because we sure are a bunch of sheep.
This whole "economic crisis" is a war on our sovereignty and all with out the need for any weapons of mass destruction (or lies that cause uncertain paranoia about the possibility of there being WMDs).
Bail Out Is A Joke
Our government is willing to give trillions to the banks, but unwilling to help the automotive industry? Scandalous, simply scandalous... It's time to recognize that the problem is not the president, it is the Bilderberg group -- the power behind the throne.
Banks produce nothing, whereas the automotive industry can actually produce a tangible asset: Automobiles and everything that goes along with it.
Instead of ending the war in Iraq we keep sending thousands of more troops to Afghanistan. Any General worth his salt knows that you never fight a war on two fronts unless you plan on losing that war. You need only to research the history of empire to understand that.
If the bailout money would have been given to the people, we would already be getting out of this mess-- How you say? Because people handed a bunch of fooking free money usually go out and buy a fooking car, or a damn television shit, or a God for saken new house, or they pay off the fooking house they already fooking have! Instead, this magical supply of currency has been given to the banks; banks that are still not loaning any money. It sure feels like we are being held hostage.
And riddle me this, Batman: The banks that are receiving our bail-out money, why are they unwilling to loan any of it out? Even (and especially) to the automotive industry?
And on a side note:
Do you ever wonder if the Illuminati keeps shows like Jerry Springer and Jack Ass on the air as a way to scare off the good aliens? I even catch myself enjoying Jack Ass once in a while or a good trailer park bash on Jerry Springer, but that's mostly because I grew up here and I get it. Let's just say for arguements sake that you happen to be an Extra-Terrestrial roaming near Earth thinking, "Hey, maybe I outta check out these Earthling cats, perhaps find some sentients to party with!" And then the first thing he does is turn on his tuner in the spaceship and catches an episode of Jerry Springer where three transvestites are beating the shit out of three regular prostitutes and nobody seems bothered by the fact that the transvestites are actually men beating on women, etc, etc, etc... There's just this crowd of crazed maniacs screaming: "Jerry! Jerry! Jerry!"
What would you think if you were an alien? Maybe we should be more concerned about the message we are sending out, rather than worry about an invasion.
Sometimes I wonder if the planet Earth is some sort of Grand Comedy for the more evolved species in the universe. Quite honestly, if you look at the way we are behaving it is absolutely ridiculous. It is obvious we are being bamboozled, yet we continue to sit like quite pets in a zoo and as long as we have three meals a day and our habitat is reasonably comfortable we just graze all day in the sun never really knowing what we are missing.U.S. Citizens Molested at Airport
Instead of Homeland Security, I think we should repeal it and then all agree as Americans that if we see a terrorist on a plane we just tackle the motherfucker! He gets as far as, "Ji--" and he's down on the ground like a second rate clown!!!
And then we should take all that extra money and give all Americans a government voucher for free martial arts classes. This could be our new motto: "See a terrorist, tackle the son-of-a-bitch!"
But please stop molesting good people at the airport.
Late Night Addendum:
It seems really surprising to me that more people did not see this economic crisis coming. After all, for nearly a decade now the only thing this country has been investing in is the Military and Homeland Security, two industries that produce absolutely nothing of saleable value (unless you plan on exporting death, fear, and paranoia).
Monday, April 13, 2009
Who's Willing To Give Peace a Chance?
Of course we all remember John Lennon's rendition of "Give Peace A Chance." Here is a song, perhaps more relevant today than ever before. So far we have yet to give peace a chance, perhaps it is time we give it a try. We see what violence begets: MORE VIOLENCE. Look at all the wars, they never solve anything.
This may sound cheesier than an Enzyte commercial, but we need love now more than ever. That is our one redeming quality as human beings, it is our love. And don't tell me love is lost, if you believe that, it is because you watch too much television. I see love every day. And the great thing about love, is that it never runs out, the more love you give the more you recieve. When in doubt, when all hope seems lost, just remember the love you experienced while you were here. Here's a great quote I learned from Alex Collier: "The love you withhold is the pain that you carry."
That is the purpose of this experiment. This is why we agree to suffer and live in confusion, never truly knowing who we are, because when you have lost someone you love, you learn never to take love for granted. Hence, our love becomes stronger in the end.
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