Thursday, July 30, 2015

Commentary on a Patriotic Essay, Installment I: Considerations on Representative Government

Introduction

In this first installment of my new blog series, Commentary on a Patriotic Essay, I will be reading through John Stuart Mill's Considerations on Representative Government. I hope to achieve an atmosphere similar to Mystery Science Theatre, but darker and more cynical. These are troubled times for the American people.


Preface

Those who have done me the honor of reading my previous writings will probably receive no strong impression of novelty from the present volume;
Admit it. You haven't read anything like this before, or if you have, you certainly didn't enjoy it. Well, I hope to make this a little more exciting for you by being an asshole while you read it. Wish me luck. I will be skipping Mill's wordy bullshit and giving you the meat of his writings.
Several of the opinions at all events, if not new, are for the present as little likely to meet with general acceptance as if they were

There's hope! John Stuart Mill was largely ignored or disputed, just like you and me.


It seems to me, however, from various indications, and from none more than the recent debates on Reform of Parliament, that both Conservatives and Liberals (if I may continue to call them what they still call themselves) have lost confidence in the political creeds which they nominally profess, while neither side appears to have made any progress in providing itself with a better.

 Politics was fucked up back in  Mill's day, just like it is today. The two competing political factions even called themselves the same things! Even more extra-ordinarily, they had been corrupted in exactly the same way. They caught a horrible case of the hypocrisy pox.
Yet such a better doctrine must be possible; not a mere compromise, by splitting the difference between the two, but something wider than either, which, in virtue of its superior comprehensiveness, might be adopted by either Liberal or Conservative without renouncing any thing which he really feels to be valuable in his own creed.
Mill was an utter idealist, who makes the claim that creating an effective government is possible, and he says we should demand one and not compromise. Wow, well, that idea preceded basically every failed Utopia ever conceived, including Communism. But let's read more about what this terrorist has to say.
When so many feel obscurely the want of such a doctrine, and so few even flatter themselves that they have attained it, any one may without presumption, offer what his own thoughts, and the best that he knows of those of others, are able to contribute towards its formation.
 This is the conclusion to the Preface. Mill says that when everyone realizes that the Government is a corrupt piece of shit, anyone can point it out. Good point, Mill. 

Friday, July 17, 2015

Wage Slavery: Good blog post and my comments


It had exactly zero comments, so I decided to spice up the page a bit.
  1. Here’s a good way to tell if you are a slave.
    1) Calculate the lowest cost of living feasible while meeting all basic needs, including food, shelter, and reasonable security.
    I think you’ll find that the “suits upstairs” have made this nearly impossible. But there’s a “living wage” calculator at MIT that’s
    better than nothing. Other than that, the US government censors basically anything except cost of living indexes, which are relative.
    2) Subtract your lowest cost of living, which I’ll refer to as “minimum living expenses,” from your after-tax income. Let the result be called real income, since slaves would presumably have those expenses covered for them.
    If the value is negative, you are earning less than a slave would. Congratulations, chattel slaves make more money than you do. The positive value is the money you can spend on free choices, including more expensive substitutes (like a residence bigger than an inexpensive studio.)
    3) Trace the positive quantity to ensure that it’s not going to expenses such as interest or protection fees. In order to be free, you must be able to decide what to do with your own after expense income.
    Your real income, as long as it can be freely spent, is the measure of the financial freedom you have. A slave has none. A wage-slave often has less financial freedom than a chattel slave. At least, if freed, a chattel slave would have no outstanding debt.
    I tried to avoid standard economic and statistical jargon, as these are largely exploitative mysticism. I hope you enjoyed my analysis. Now watch as exactly no one reads this. Vote for me.
  2. Edit:
    I’ll add that unpaid internships are actually a good deal, since entirely every good job on the market requires previous work experience, which most people don’t have for the job in question. In all honesty, that means that these aren’t new jobs but merely invitations to transfer from one department in the military industrial complex to another compartment. A job transfer is not a new job on the market. For simplicity sake, ONLY entry level jobs are new jobs and if and only if they:
    1) require no experience
    2) are reasonably likely to hire you as an anonymous individual with related academics or other basic demonstrated interest.
    Look carefully, and you’ll find that there are basically no jobs like that at all in the economy except minimum wage jobs or unpaid internships.
    If your dad isn’t Ron Paul or you aren’t part of some favored political identity, good luck landing that sweet job without doing it for free for awhile.

Thursday, July 9, 2015

News and Updates and the Cult!

Recently, I have become aware that there is a sizable cult that encompasses an unknown yet powerful group of citizens in my city. How did I find this cult? Their headquarters was listed in the Ford navigation directory that powers my car navigation system. The name of this cult is the "Church of the Morning Star," which as many might recall, is another name for Satan. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I have uncovered a Satanic cult right here in  my home city. And I have pictures!

I went to the headquarters listed in my navigation system, and guess what I found? The church was recessed deep into an ant colony like neighborhood, probably 5 to 10 turns in. Every house was almost identical, even the way the yards were cared for. Now, you might be thinking that's some kind of Home Owner's Association bylaw. Just bear with me.

I finally arrived at the headquarters, and there was absolutely nothing. There were no cars, a few people checking out my car to see who I was, and nothing else, just one big nondescript house. I checked my nav system to see if I went to the correct location, and I was right on top of it. It was the house just in front of me.

When I was looking at my nav system, I noticed there was a school called , "School of the Church of the Morning Star," which was located about 15 minutes away. At this point, I was excited that I found a cult, and I wanted to join. So I plugged the school into my nav system hoping there would be a way to talk to these people. Keep in mind that it's the middle of summer, right?

The school turned out to be in another house, in another identical neighborhood, with the same-styled yards. And this neighborhood was 15 minutes away! At the school, even though it's summer, there were several cars. I stood at the base of the driveway leading to the school house, and I could hear children and adults talking. Since no one noticed me, I decided to take pictures. Here's what I found:

Base of the school

This is a view of the school from the base of the driveway. Notice that there are several cars. 

This is another angle. It shows that there are even more cars parked on the other side.

 There are even more cars parked in the cul-de-sac just outside the driveway.

 And those cars are parked on the other side of the cul-de-sac as well.

Well, I decided all of this was very strange. So I looked at the backsides of as many vehicles that I thought I could see without arousing suspicion. I found a marine corps license plate, and I also saw this:


Tom Price is a Republican congressman from my state. He's sort of like Ron Paul's evil twin. Also, he doesn't believe in man-made climate change and has no brain. So I learned two things about the cult, which are that one of the members is a former marine and another member voted for Tom Price. He's probably a political conservative.

My hopes were a little dashed, since I wanted the Church to engage in occult beliefs and maybe even some exciting goat sacrifices. But if they are conservatives, they might fall more under the Christian heretic cult type, for example Mormons. In any case, having a massive, sprawling, mycelium-like cult operating in your city is nothing to despair about. How exciting!

For my next post on this topic, I am going to try to join the cult! Pray for me.





Friday, June 19, 2015

Importance

Or maybe there's some greater cosmic conscious entity that we're all a part of that is the universe aware of itself. And this entity gives us all meaning. Then perhaps that entity is part of an even bigger entity, and so on and so forth.


There's no evidence that we're either important or unimportant. Important implies some instrumental usefulness, correct? Well then, perhaps we are important outside of the individual or human interest, or perhaps not. But certainly the enjoyment of life can be useful in its own right, and the requirements for successful, satisfied life may then become important. Perhaps we would not exist if we did not value the things that make us all satisfied and willing to hope.


I will say this. If there's no greater conscious entity, then really, my own happiness is all that matters, even if it's at your expense. Or think about the case where I actually enjoy your suffering. >:o ! <-- a="" can="" comedic="" emphasize="" evil.="" face="" implies="" interpretation="" nbsp="" of="" see="" span="" that="" this="" with="" you="">


Are we merely working together conveniently to become more comfortable? Or is there perhaps a God to please? You decide for yourself. But there will usually be people willing to fight the idea that there's no super-consciousness. Sometimes people call this hypothesis God. Sometimes they merely say they are spiritual. In any case, it's the only reason anyone has ever been able to think of to counter people with great power and huge selfishness. Certainly we must be connected!

Thursday, June 18, 2015

Minimum Wage in Seattle

Do not let the unexplained destroy you!

Subtract out the base minimum living cost for the median American worker from his expected earnings, and consider the new value a more meaningful income value. This is what is known as net earnings.

wage - rent - vehicle - tax - food - basic utilities (including cell phone) -security*= net earnings

* Security needs include formal protection against violent crime. But it also requires an adversarial check on security forces, like community police that regulate the official police forces, so that any one community will not be forced to abide by the laws governing the whole land. It also requires non-intrusive protection against psychic manipulation. Together,this would ensure a democratic audit of the government. We need our own army. And it needs to be populated with the wealth of a great many workers. Otherwise, we will receive insufficient disposable income from the collective net earnings to voice our opinion politically.

Our collective net earnings = the number of participating individual workers * the pittance value.

We need to change the political system from fascism to radical socialism. And we need to do so quickly! It may already be too late!

Yes, that is one of our basic needs, and we need it to survive.

Your net earnings are what you've earned after you've paid a basic living expense that cover your basic needs, such as food, shelter, air, water, and safety and health. I think you'll find that the median net earnings are a pittance value compared against the net earnings of a CEO, who earns 300x the wage of a standard worker, who is probably suffering just as much working at that necessary position. A CEO's net earnings can be tens of thousands of times greater than a worker's net earnings. We will fight them against the King. We will fight them on collective bargaining. We will fight them against the self-proclaimed elite. We will fight them against robots.

Minimum wage: The government forces employers to pay their employees enough for them to survive. Collective bargaining: The employees are allowed to argue for enough wages to survive, backed by the threat of organized civil disobedience or even outraged violence, a labor strike. Workers who do not comply with unionization do not receive jobs. Minimum wage is very similar to collective bargaining. In fact, in Sweden unions perform the function of the federal government in America, and Sweden has no minimum wage at all! I would prefer that America replaced its government with a federalized worker union, not a corporate oligarchy. That is in our best interests as the American people. The fascist Corporate world destroyed American Unions and then illegalized their strategic significance, like they did with weed. Look into a private espionage agency called the Pinkerton Institute. You will be amazed with the departure from whatever freedom was supposed to mean.

Proof that the NSA is nothing new. The only way to restore Unions would be to create a secret society where promotion is governed by the use of a reliable polygraph machine. This is to ensure that private military grade intelligence services are not employed by the corporate world in order to bust the workers' attempts to defend our interests. Then we hope they can't beat our polygraph! So we need to find a reliable one. I think EEG thought reading and mind mapping look like a good way to do it. So we see how his brain is used to move his body, and we take over that process from the current executive function. If we can apply this idea towards ensuring the loyalty of our followers, like with complete loss of information privacy. Memory access would be involved.

It's pretty bad trying to encrypt our information transfer the hard and obsolete way, without sufficient polygraph technology. The NSA has cracked all of humanity's formal encryption ability. So computer encryption is out of the question! You would have to write your own cipher.

I am currently working on one, but I don't know how long it's going to take me. It might take me years, as I do not have enough perquisite training to answer the question expediently. I'm reading an intermediate level text on computer systems, as I want a strong foundation. I would need to know what I'm doing so as to create a logically perfect encryption algorithm, one with decidedly no backdoor.

Then I could simply put it up on the internet with a mathematical proof of its working, and the gig would be up. Telepathy would be discovered. The take home lesson? Telepathy works better than encryption, since ultimately you can simply extract the useful information from the human worker, if that's not protected at all. Workers have need, and I am not talking about tin foil hats exactly, to shield themselves against detrimental programming. And it must be done through exposure of telepathic communication. In order to do this, we must first develop a defense against having our minds read.

If you know anyone who has anything to do with neurophysics and the development of synthetic telepathy, you must convince this person, even if it is yourself, to develop such a defense for the good of all humanity.

I don't think the mind knows how to not think about something that is being talked about. The correct answers ought to simply flow into the machine. Or at least an honest perspective, which is all our big ideas like Justice even care about.


Monday, April 13, 2015

IED = Land Mine!!!

If you could read American minds...

Bibi : Yon tov, Yon tov
Dick: Halliburton, Halliburton?
Bibi: Yon tov, Yon tov
Abe: Anti-Semite, anti-Semite!!!
Dick: Halliburton, Halliburton!
Fox: Halliburton, Halliburton, Yon tov, Yon tov!!!
Marine: Land mine, land mine!!!
Dick: Gold mine, gold mine!!!
Marine: Freedom? Jewmitary? Land mine?
Dick: Freedom! IED... anti-Semite? Gold mine, Gold mine!!!

I have more peanut story coming; I've been distracted with taking care of an adorable little puppy, who is at the vet right now.

Saturday, March 28, 2015

Westershire: Cheap Peanuts for The Masses pt. 2

That last statement pulled both men out of their pleasant reveries. Gaelor remembered his business manners, straightened his cotton vest, and pulled up his chin.

"Right, of course. So what brings you here today, Mr. Farmer?"

"Well, I've got a full load of peanuts, lying in the 'ole cart back there. Are you still buying at the same price?"

"A copper piece a tentame, like usual. No fluctuations in demand at the marketplace. Loxim says all his parchments add up just right. I'll bring out the scale."

Mr. Breckerstone practically skipped through the door to his back office, excited to grab his shiny new brass scale, which he had recently purchased from Farnan the Smith. Meanwhile, Gregory Farmer strolled out to haul a heaping sack of freshly harvested peanuts from the back of his cart. He lugged the sack over his left shoulder and tottered unevenly back into the shop. He made a mental note to visit to Ranjan later, to see if the carpenter could build a small wooden dolly, this time one with wheels. Or maybe he would just buy some smaller sacks. Back inside the shop, he met Gaelor finishing his calibration with the metal blocks you had to buy from Lord Tame.

"Excellent, just bring those over here, Greg; I've got it all evened out for a tentame."

Greg observed the apparatus, which had a tentame block on one side, sealed with the Lord's brand, and a wooden cup on the other, which from experience both parties knew held about a tentame of peanuts. Everything looked solid, so Farmer heaved his bag onto the counter and untied the twine holding it closed at the top. He poured a good amount into the cup. Critical hit, it was perfect.

"Allright, Greg, that's one", said Gaelor, "let me just pour that into my bag over here and make a tally on my chart. You want a copy as usual, right? Ok, let me just make a tally on this copy over here, as well. And let's go ahead and measure the next tentame.

This process continued all day long, with Greg bringing sacks of dirty peanuts into the shop, and Gaelor helping him to measure them out, very carefully. By sunset, both parchments were full of tallies, Greg's cart was empty, and Gaelor's backroom was full of fresh peanuts. Greg took his tally sheet; Gaelor took his own. They both agreed on the same number, one-hundred and thirty tentames.

Gaelor handed Greg a glittering gold piece and three shiny silver coins. Both were exhausted, and the oxen needed to be fed. The journey home would feel long, but it still wasn't as bad as digging in the dirt all day, collecting the crop. Greg took his coins, placed them in a small velvet sack, and stood up. It was time to go home.