A Matter of Survival

I wanted to share this with all of you to highlight the sad reality facing Woman in the Empire. It is a shame that these tactics are necessary, but how do you expect women to survive a world in which men try to possess them? - me.

Being Safe (Always be Prepared)

1. The elbow is the strongest point on your body. If you are close enough to use it, do!

2. Learned this from a tourist guide in New Orleans . If a robber asks for your wallet and/or purse, DO NOT HAND IT TO HIM.
Toss it away from you.... chances are that he is more interested
in your wallet and/or purse than you, and he will go for the wallet/purse. RUN LIKE MAD IN THE OTHER DIRECTION!

3. If you are ever thrown into the trunk of a car, kick out the back tail lights and stick your arm out the hole and start waving like crazy. The driver won't see you, but everybody else will. This has saved lives.

4. Women have a tendency to get into their cars after shopping,
eating, working, etc., and just sit (doing their checkbook, or making a list, etc.) DON'T DO THIS! The predator will be watching you, and this is the perfect opportunity for him to get in on the passenger side, put a gun to your head, and tell you where to go.
AS SOON AS YOU GET INTO YOUR CAR, LOCK THE DOORS AND LEAVE.

If someone is in the car with a gun to your head, do not drive off! Repeat: DO NOT DRIVE OFF! Instead gun the engine and speed into anything, wrecking the car. Your air bag will save you.
If the person is in the back seat, they will get the worst of it.
As soon as the car crashes, bail out and run. It is better than having them find your body in a remote location.

5. A few notes about getting into your car in a parking lot,
or parking garage:

a) Be aware:
look around you,
look into your car,
at the passenger side floor,
and in the back seat

b) If you are parked next to a big van, enter your car from the passenger door. Most serial killers attack their victims by pulling them into their vans while the women are attempting to get into their cars.

c) Look at the car parked on the driver's side of your vehicle,
and the passenger side. If a male is sitting alone in the seat nearest your car, you may want to walk back into the mall, or work, and get a guard/policeman to walk you back out.

IT IS ALWAYS BETTER TO BE SAFE THAN SORRY. (And better paranoid than dead.)

6. ALWAYS take the elevator instead of the stairs. (Stairwells are horrible places to be alone and the perfect crime spot. This is especially true at NIGHT!)

7. If the predator has a gun and you are not under his control,
ALWAYS RUN! The predator will only hit you (a running target)
4 in 100 times; And even then, it most likely WILL NOT be a vital organ. RUN, Preferably in a zig-zig pattern!

8. As women, we are always trying to be sympathetic: STOP.
It may get you raped, or killed. Ted Bundy, the serial killer,
was a good-looking, well-educated man, who ALWAYS played
on the sympathies of unsuspecting women. He walked with a cane, or a limp, and often asked "for help" into his vehicle
or with his vehicle, which is when he abducted his next victim.

9. Another Safety Point: Someone just told me that her friend heard a crying baby on her porch the night before last, and she called the police because it was late and she thought it was weird. The police told her "Whatever you do, DO NOT open the door." The lady then said that it sounded like the baby had crawled near a window, and she was worried that it would crawl to the street and get run over. The policeman said, "We already have a unit on the way, whatever you do, DO NOT open the door."He told her that they think a serial killer has a baby's cry recorded and uses it to coax women out of their homes thinking that someone dropped off a baby. He said they have not verified it, but have had several calls by women saying that they hear a baby's cries outside their doors when they're home alone at night.

DO NOT open the door for a crying baby - This should be taken seriously because the "Crying Baby" theory was mentioned on America's Most Wanted when they profiled the serial killer in Louisiana and is a likely & effective attempt to be copied.

Persecution?

I have trouble speaking, especially to people I don't know very well. I can never select the proper words to say to anyone, so I tense up thinking about it in advance, and, when the moment of truth arises, I fumble and stutter and end up embarrassing myself, which is an utter shame, because it seems to get anywhere in this world, I have to have an uncanny gift for the gab.

My inability to talk fast has frequently eliminated me from job opportunities, despite what I have to offer otherwise. I needed connections to land my job because I could never get past the interview. Think about it: as bad as I am with anxiety, I have to sit before a complete stranger and think of things to say that will please him, answers I'm expected to give each question. The process is set up for me to fail.

My scholastic life didn't fare much better, for, as a lad, I was conveniently labeled "retarded" by many of my peers due to my social ineptitude. It didn't matter that I was consistently at the top of the class; it meant nothing if I couldn't talk a big game. I even tried playing their sports, liking their music, and partaking in their social gatherings, but to no avail.

In short, I've learned image is everything, and all the while, I had the wrong image, thus I found myself out of favour with the so-called "normals". I ask you this: would you call this "persecution", or am I really just an idiot?

Future Ambitions

"I'm gonna start my own militia."
"Do tell."
"I'm gonna use a militia to seize control of the plutonium in Chechnya."
"How do you plan on doing that? Are you planning to recruit here? Chechnya is awfully far away, you know."
"Of course, I can't bring anyone from here. I'll probably find some child soldiers in Africa to do the job."
"And what do you plan on doing once you've seized said plutonium? I suppose there isn't much you can do except sell it."
"Of course, I'm going to sell it. Once the plutonium is mine, I make my way into the black market and off I go."
"And what has compelled you to want to do this?"
"Someone's going to do it, so it might as well be me."

Human Ingenuity

Last night, while much of the Empire spent its freedom on intoxicated social endeavours, I was thinking about human ingenuity and how it seems to be thinning out. Our education system serves not to nurture ingenuity by encouraging its patrons to think for themselves, but rather to follow orders. Our employers judge us not on our adeptness, but rather our ability to follow instruction. Our news reports tell us their side of every story it deems worthy of our attention. By and large, we are discouraged from thinking; those who become aware often end up discouraging themselves.

For the vast majority of us, most of life's decisions are made externally; all that is required is for us to carry out the actions. We depend on machinery to receive the information and groom and fuel ourselves accordingly so that we may carry out our given tasks. At the end of the day, we immerse ourselves in the material fruits of our servitude and wonder what we would ever do without them.

In the beginning, we had very little, so everything we could with what we had available: we sought shelter in caves and tents fashioned from animal hides, we used rocks, sticks and bones for tools, and lit fires to keep warm and cook the day's kill. We were primitive, but it was all simple. We did not depend on much, though we depended on each other.

These days, we have everything, so we do very little. We have washing machines and dryers to clean our clothes for us, microwave ovens and fast-food kiosks to cook for us, and television and newspapers to think for us. It seems human ingenuity is serving to negate itself over time. I think back to when the electricity grid collapsed in the summer of 2003: we were in a panic to acquire ice - for fuck's sake, we were reduced to buying frozen water from store owners - to prevent our food from spoiling. We were lost without our televisions, computers, stereos and traffic lights. We have become so attached to the machines we invented, we lose sight of their fallibility. What would have we done had this happened in the dead of winter? Wait... ask the citizens of Québec how they handled the ice storm of 1998.

Ironically enough, when the machines fail, human ingenuity is all we have to pick up the pieces.

The Woman of the Economy

During one of my frequent trips to the message boards, I came across an argument from a man who had grown despondent with women for becoming ever more shallow and materialistic and laid the blame squarely on our Government for assigning so much value to the exterior of a woman. I gathered he wasn't all that aware of how important a role the female shell plays in our economy, so I responded with the following:

The "government-sponsored" image of Woman is that of a thin, made-up entity who possesses a vast amount of wealth. The image of the "career-woman" requires an ample amount of production to sustain an even greater amount of consumption - nature doesn't keep us prim and proper.

We salute women in the workforce and call it "progress" because we never respected the work women have been doing for our families since time immemorial. Our mothers carry us for nine months, then painfully bring us into this world. They feed us and clothe us. They look after us. Almost by sheer instinct, they do whatever they feel necessary to maintain the well-being of their loved ones, and slavery was the gratuity they received. Women have forever been the most dependable of workers, but, since the free market is unable to assign monetary worth to motherhood, they've had to sacrifice their babies in the name of "making it".

If you asked me, women have never had any respect, period.

Conservatism

"The modern conservative is engaged in one of man's oldest exercises in moral philosophy; that is, the search for a superior moral justification for selfishness." - John Kenneth Galbraith (1908-2006), respected economist

What do all Conservatives have in common? Every one of them has money and every one of them aims to justify not having to give any away. They shouldn't have to sacrifice any part of their little slices of Heaven.

Our hoarding of money is getting us nowhere. Responsibility, not conservatism.

Facing the Day

The most difficult task I face on a given day, without a doubt, is getting my scrawny ass out of bed in the morning and facing the day. When that alarm sounds, I want nothing more than to smash it into bits, then throw the blanket over my head and drift back into sleep. Unfortunately, that kind of attitude doesn't pay the bills, so I soldier on.

As you read my latest in the long line of futile entries, you'll understand why I feel this way.

CNN runs a weekly program titled "This Week at War". Each and every week, they allot about a minute or so of time to flash the faces of some of the men and women in American uniform who lost their lives to maintain the status quo, and each and every week, I learn I have outlived more and more people - mind you, this pales in comparison to the thousands upon thousands of children caught in the crossfire who aren't worthy of so much as a body count, but I digress. Shit, the thought of these kids being a digression is itself unsettling.

As I was about to say, this week, there was a tie for youngest fatality, as two unfortunate souls met their end at the age of nineteen. Nineteen years old. These two individuals were barely old enough to vote, and still two years removed from a night out at the bar, and now, they're dead. These kids died in a war started by grown men who needed to quench their insatiable thirst for control over the world's monetary wealth. These kids are now among the many who had to die fighting wars they did not start. It's the same old story, and it's never easy to swallow.

I can't watch the news without yelling at the television. Our supposed authorities on the events brought to us through these mass media outlets insist on presenting information to us as if we're too stupid to understand it ourselves. They talk of banning this and censoring that because it's what's best for all of us, and, no matter what they deem the hot topic of the day, they always seem to ask the wrong questions and suck us into the wrong debates. Given the number of people who depend on television and the printed word for their dose of information, one wonders if there's any hope for us.

Somehow, though, I manage to soldier on. Somehow, I maintain my faith in humanity, however fragile it may be. Somehow, I am reminded of the beauty in the world that makes getting out of bed every morning worthwhile. Somehow, I'm not ready to give up hope. I just wish the rest of us weren't so submissive.

I apologize for the lackluster entries as of late. It's not easy for me to convey my thoughts properly, and lately, I've been at a loss for words. That being said, I wanted to close with this excerpt from The Myth of Sisyphus by Albert Camus:

"Rising, streetcar, four hours in the office or the factory, meal, streetcar, four hours of work, meal, sleep, and Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday and Saturday according to the same rhythm - this path is easily followed most of the time. But one day the "why" rises and everything begins in that weariness tinged with amazement. "Begins" - this is important. Weariness comes at the end of the acts of a mechanical life, but at the same time, it inaugurates the impulse of consciousness. It awakens consciousness and provokes what follows. What follows is the gradual return into the chain or it is the definitive awakening. At the end of the awakening comes, in time, the consequence: suicide or recovery. In itself weariness has something sickening about it. Here, I must conclude that it is good. For everything begins with consciousness and nothing is worth anything except through it."

I bid you all good evening.

Black History Month

I almost forgot it existed, probably because the annual proceedings barely scratch the surface when it attempts to pay homage, if you will, to the history of Africans in America. This is the one month in the year during which the law of the land requires us White folk to acknowledge that Black people are, in fact, people, just like us, and these people have a history.

Speaking of history, when was the last time you opened a history text in school and found a photograph of the proprietor of an American plantation whipping one of his insubordinate Black slaves into submission? How often did you read a story about White men lynching their Black neighbours and being acquitted? How come the White Babe Ruth is touted as the greatest home-run hitters baseball has ever seen and no mention is given to Josh Gibson?

Ruling-class propaganda designates February - the shortest, coldest month of the year - as "Black History Month" as some sort of concession aimed to erase all the wrongdoing it did. There should be no need for a "Black History" month because Black history is our history. We wouldn't need so many Black human rights advocates had we not persecuted these people in the first place. The blood is on our hands, and there isn't a Presidential speech in the world that can wash it off.

That, dear Reader, is what "Black History Month" means to me.