Optimism and Solidarity for the Syrian Revolution

This year I've been having a change of heart on Syria. I've long thought that Obama should have put in place a no fly zone or even overthrown Assad with NATO air support, for the sake of stability. I still thought the concept of doing it last year seemed like a recipe for world war, and to be honest, a no fly zone probably wouldn't have worked. For a while I also thought that the non-existent US arming of anti-Assad rebels was a mistake which led to the war. In the last two years I was nearly accepting the Assadist line of how he's the lesser of two evils, although I always wavered on this. Lately in my readings I've come to completely different conclusions, which I feel are important to share. Sorry to announce an unpopular opinion, but the Assadist line is self-serving nonsense. So take a seat and hear my message.

Beat the Brow, Adolescence Clock

Today's the first day

Living for nobody

Nothing's behind my back

Nobody up my sleeve

It's the mystery serenade

To greet me to sleep tonight;

It's the kiss

Of the moonlight.

Though love has spat

My desire back at me

At least I'm here

In the darkness, at bat.

The creek moves on

Waters-a-flowing

Dreams are showing

And a little admiration, too.

As long as I'm feeling it

There's a nice, gentle step.

Long as I live it

There's a love that runs deep.

There's a heart I can keep

And all the love I can spare

To reach the wearier heart

Though journeys'll be steep.

Even when you feel

Deep down inside, in that tender place:

You've done enough

You've failed, at last

You can just sit and remember

Let the gloom console you a while

And stay a while

Because this could go on forever.

This could go on forever

Just you and me

and the dreams that flow the walls.

John Lockers

Crude Staple

Crude Staple
Climbing up the beanstalk
The grit beneath red hands
I'm wearing the clothes you like
I'm showing off my style

When can I come up
And reach your golden steps
When can you shine those eyes
Upon me?

Beautiful lover,
When can I see your letter
When can we meet forever
When will the sun fall down?

It's a dire long fall from here
The Earth looks so cold below
The bristle winds vainly give me
The goosebumps that have driven me.

The best you demanded
That your perfection designed
I would be perfected
And you'd me forever mine.

But the fairy tale ambitions
Have now turned away, to dust,
The pedals swept away
To leave old wooded husk.

What a long old way to fall
From love, how long I have to fall.
But of the princesses I've loved
To forget you is hardest of all.

Transhumanism and the Elderly Condition

Transhumanist Party USA members have been sharing a dialogue lately about growth of our common ideas. In the course of the discussion members have spoken a great deal about their thoughts on religious outreach. Outreach is an important deal for this movement and we need not be exclusive of any group which we can work with. So today, in a different argument but a similar one, I would draw attention to the elderly.

Who Are We? Perspective on Judginess

We ask constantly of ourselves, when can things define people? Predefining is supposed to be a forbidden fruit in many instances, but we logically must define people at some point. Maybe our ideologies do not permit us to see people otherwise. Maybe we have the conventional view of a man as a fixed being, unchanging, and of roles which fit rigidly but comfortably. Or maybe even we have some truth on our side. Truths which make themselves 'clear as day and irrevocable'.

A Mega Update and some New Worldism

Today is a pretty reflexive morning. School is back in a matter of days. As much as I'm gonna miss my dog, I feel it's about time to blow this popsicle stand, again. This place is just boring and has been cramping my style. I wanna get to fucking work now. With a new outlook, there are new goals I want to pursue in the real world. I'll likely only get out for the purpose of printing something out and going to classes, but one should not sell themselves short so soon. Indeed, I already find it hard to try with people because of my somewhat low self-esteem as of late, and my introverted nature.

We Can Have a 'Debate', as Long as You Don't Lie and Obfuscate

Response to https://beinglibertarian.com/no-debate-socialism-capitalism-chiefs-thoughts/

Life Holiday/Done with Dejection

An important foreword:

Amid the insanity of the R. Kelly cult, I figured I'd give my two cents. Don't we all see ourselves aspiring to the beautiful people, hoping to join them one day? Whether this is about power, sex, money, affection or the likes, I think this mentality is pervasive. Now, we don't all join up in some weird watersports cult and get pissed on by a narcissistic rapper. But don't we all make some gestures to get what we want?

It's dangerous to think of these people as superheroes. Everyone has skeletons in the closet. Nobody is better than anyone else, and nobody can control another person. If you mean to chase beauty, intelligence, success, etc, the price should never be your soul. Never put yourself in danger. Never wander into torture when looking for pleasure. Never wander into slavery while pursuing the ultimate freedom. You are already so beautiful, and you'll grow even moreso in the future. Just make sure you give yourself the freedom of expression and the care you need!

Life Holiday/Done with Dejection

Masters of choice,
Hear me clearly.
Hear my voice:
I love you dearly.

I've searched for somewhere
Where I can be free
While I settled to this life
These chains, to me.

But I'm plotting my escape
To do the deal shortly
Cybernetic warrior sapient
My mind is full, unhappy.

Take me in, give me food
Even if you take my brain
My body and all
Give me that security of choice

That domino to fall
Crash against this life
Wreck this place
Where people embarrass themselves,

Make me whole
Never been complete before
Caring for others
Never for my own.

Give me some purpose
Stern direction to this blind,
Even with evil at the surface
This mind will be mine.

John Lockers

Two moments in love

When will I die
What time of day will it be
What final thoughts will pass me
Who'll say goodbye?

And have I found love
Or a sweet place to call home,
Does the rain fall gently
Or is my death marked by catastrophe?

Do people think me a hero?
Or am I a fool passed to their relief,
Can they understand even
The expression that I give?

I feel, though breathing is heavy
And storms harder to bear as well,
That all which raised me
Must too come to fruition.

But must it come to fruition
At the eleventh hour
When the sun has dipped
And the sea's grown heavy with tears?

Though the clouds come in
Always carrying their bounty,
And the westerlies carried roses,
Why should the men?

John Lockers

The Non-Aggression Principle, Ecology, and Animal Liberation

Most strands of Libertarian philosophy are dictated by the non aggression principle, or the NAP. The NAP dictates that the use of force cannot be initiated without a compelling aggression which requires it. Some libertarians such as myself believe that the NAP is the right of humans and of other sentients. Animals have rights which we often take for granted and disrespect. They lack our intelligence and aren't capable of the same reasoning, so we deem their liberation impossible. To some degree, these arguments are correct. Most animals are way behind us. We are so heavily overpowered as sapients, it becomes almost a logical necessity to place less value on other beings. Animals feel it when we hurt them or impede their lives. They don't want to die, clearly, and science reveals that they grew these faculties analogous to our own evolution. They are capable of happy lives, so why don't we give them that happiness?

On Radios and Music

The current is never contrarian and edgy enough for us. Except with select, well-established bands, we need to endlessly hear old works. More than ever, pop music is becoming a gift to the future. Now, I admit that after any artist dies, their work becomes a more pricey commodity, for good reason. But the radio has a lot of fault in this. Rather than dealing with the still wonderful progression of pop, the radio stations and the people listening to them prefer to sit around hearing one hit wonders. Sorry if the yankees or calipallies have one better, but here, if you want to listen to Styx, you're going to hear Renegade. If you want to hear Queen or something, they will puppet a short few of their songs. This status quo, this glass ceiling, cannot be shattered by a respectable broadcaster. If you want to get to some new, deeper musical talent, you're not getting that around here.

American radio broke the Beatles. We provided a fertile grounds for the British Invasion which so changed modern music towards what we know today. Now we're just going to listen to them forever, like it's the end of time, maybe Imagine or Strawberry Fields. History and people don't just come to a close. And they certainly don't end with this genre. As a musician, I feel we're living through the tired reality of washed-up people in their 40s. Their quests revolve around taking 30 minute drives to meet in hopes of marrying each other. This is the nightmare we must bear every day. Nobody knows music at all. I have nothing against Journey, but I am unable to see most of their stuff as not part of this resulting paradox. The mainstream just seems like it was created for the vacuous.

A true love song is a gift we play amidst the urban decay. It rings in sunshine and in rain. It prevails as love does, whether we listen to it at 5am or 5pm. The old maniac Martin Luther once placed music at parallel importance to the Bible. And this is for good reason, when you understand what great sway it has on us. Music can empower you or it can strip the power from you. You always gotta surround yourself with good vibes.

John Lockers

Prank Calling Rules

The world of phone fuckery is not unlike the wild west. You can be noble, you can be ugly, or you can be indifferent to moral premises. If you wanna avoid being a tasteless hack, phone fuckery is about self-discipline. Generally, it's a lot like good comedy.

These grand rules are to be followed for a fun prank calling experience. Callers should follow these guidelines in most cases to ensure a safe and delicious prank calling life; however, these rules may be broken in certain cases where it may be reasonably deemed necessary. I've made special exceptions in those cases which I've deemed them most important.

1. Do not involve police or obstruct law enforcement except to forgo police excesses.

2. Do not cause significant physical damages (to people or property) with prank calls.

3. Do not threaten, especially not physically.

4. Do not call emergency hotlines or those designed with humanitarian motives.

5. Do not call those 60+ years of age who live alone. These people are at high risk of distressing phone calls. Just imagine, getting a call about your dead spouse has to be creepy.

6. Be similarly mindful of medical conditions which can put people at risk. If you're uncertain whether someone has been harmed, call back and let them know that it's just a prank. Be willing to apologize and admit mistakes.

7. Do not attempt to compile personal data except to forgo a crime.

8. Be mindful about inadvertently giving away your own information, which could subject you to harassment.

9. Limit the number of calls made to a single person/firm unless to forgo crimes.

10. When trying to forgo abuses, be mindful of collateral damage and seek to limit it.

The unspoken rule is to have fun.

John Lockers

Bookeeping

My routine constantly reminds me
It's a day of preparation
Getting together this vacuous life
No joy, no pleasure, love denied
You gave me gifts
They brought me back
To home's warmth again.
But that confection, affection,
Must be tossed for conflict
Fighting wars which never end
One sword's edge, to my foe,
One to pierce me in the heart
So I might forget where I'm not
Who I'm not
The privileges denied me
Rights put away,
They don't phase one so brave.
Our tongues have stalled
Every reason else eviscerated,
As you anticipate my return
Believing in your heart
I'm fighting for you, us,
But in my heart, I wander.
Now my legs could break
With a feather's touch.
I'm the man
Who could never die,
Not in a thousand years would I fall.
Still I'm toppled by the silence
The truth you're unaware of
The strength of my conviction,
What I'd put down
To show it true,
I'd wager the world.
Whenever we're together
I can't find the words to say
That I love you
That we may find the world
Together, surf the sweetness fields
And fight and die
As happy soldiers
The past locked away;
However cowardly I am
No matter how hard the task
It's impossible
To otherwise envision the dream.

John Lockers

What the world needs, for the New World

I think we can agree, we live in a society that glorifies courage. Although at times the status quo is so adverse to change that the incentive is towards cowardice, few legacies are built on caution in the face of adversity. Those concerned with honor in any way at all can't get enough of the legacy building. It's one thing that drives my personal approaches from time to time, though there's few things about myself which I hate that much. I guess that's a mindset you generally develop.

Eternity is Costly

When you're transhuman, you'll watch your body decay. Though you'll keep it for a while, still embalmed it will fade, to become an image of the past.

You'll feel the electrical signals pulsating through your head. Sometimes you'll try to remember when you were mass. You'll walk down the halls of the Brain Room to your brain freezer and remember. One day, you'll say, this was where I really was. Somewhere in the twists and turns of this cerebral cavern, inside this sponge, I lived. Perhaps I did not perceive it, but now my head is light and hollow.

Lockerian Times #7

Hello, Lockerian reader. Coming to you now on this pixelated surface to deliver an important mensaje. Today I'm pretty pissed. A while back I was notified that the Robert E Lee statue in New Orleans is being taken down due to the disruption of sensibilities in response to history. First, let me give a little background before giving my take. A debate has been occurring surrounding monuments and whether we should be desecrating them or keeping them afloat. It bears relation to the confederate flag debate. Many groups believe these things to be symbolic of the aristocratic, white power structures of the South, and their preservation throughout history.

Where I Stood, Atlanta

Laminate this world
Marinate it in poison
Drown out the pests in fires
Blot out unspeakable sins.

Erase the unpleasantries
And away with yourselves.
Retreat to the shade
For the sun shines too bright.

Sit in the darkness
For certainly it makes you content,
Stow away in memories
Of the ages gone by, loves missed.

Look away from the world
Gone by, live it presently.
Never miss a memory
Never miss a moonlit kiss.

Miss not a noble second
Don't let the sand run out,
Stand on the perch of destiny
Raise your talons, show your strength.

Talk down demons
Hold the sweet ones close.
Stand determined forever
For a new world is the softest endeavor.

We sadly have very little
Starving for attentiveness,
Until even foes make best friends
To bear out the uncertainty together.

I would love to bear those uncertainties
I would be happiest to meet you again
If life, fate so has it
But if not, I live on
Happy as can be.

John Lockers

Avolition on a Summer Day

You're just shocking me

Putting out my flame with your cold

As I close my eyes with you over my eyes

And cast a slight shade on this prescribed world.

The lights beam, my eyes gleam,

I partake in standing and fall drunken.

The picturesque world fades into perfection

My vision, into squares describes my heart.

The hearth and hearty warm

Of frustrated fever comes over me

I shake off the waves and shades

And throw away you, old pair of eyeglasses.

John Lockers

Useful Idiots in the Transphobic Pogroms of 2016-2017

Good evening/morning, loving readers of the Lockerian Times. Tonight I have a few inflammatory topics which I haven't written on in a while, but which I feel may help the situation at hand. Before I begin, it is worth sharing that the moods I will partake in defeating this evening are among those which piss me off the most. They warrant very little respect for the people who exhibit them. As such, I don't really care if someone gets their feelings hurt on this one.

Google plus failures

Here is a Lockerian update for my lovely readers. It's hard as a rock to comprehend, but we're already nearly through March. Three months of this new year are behind us, and they've been peaceful months. It's been a very peaceful year, in fact, with relatively few inconveniences. While I'd sure love to have more than I can handle – as I explained in my previous post – hindsight has me feeling good about the changes to my arrangement.

Ain't No Lobos, for the New World

It's been many years in progress, but I've come to the realization that I am not much of an orator. Sure I wish my voice could be a bit convicting. But this is simply how I came to be, and there's not much to do about it. Barely if ever might I eviscerate the evil I fight and make it see itself for what it is, and barely may if ever do my words bring people back into the light from the darkness of neglect. I have no force of personality.

The New World is the only force that I do indeed have which would not evaporate in front of me. Under the banner of the New World, my great lessons and holders of faith are placed. I find a foresight here which shows that the world we have created is not optimal. When weighed with the blessings we have been given, massive mistakes have been made. When reflecting on how half our world lives in poverty, we pride ourselves on what has been done for the other half. Nothing is truly pure, and I can tell you that as a troll who pretends to be a biologist. We've always got an equilibrium, preferably away from suffering. And although I have stressed balance before, balance should be far in the right direction.

Lockerian Times #6

Now it is about 10pm on a Friday evening. Some weeks ago I moved into my dorms and began attending University, with some pretty difficult classes to deal with. No doubt, life has changed drastically for the better.

At This Special Time, Calling Lord Cloud

As this little experiment draws to an end,

You meet with my eyes as sight begins to dim;

The canopy thick wafts waves of sound above our ears,

Heads below roaring with gentle care as seconds fade.

Kissing lips and keeping your body from the far shade.

Captive to the Power of the Mind - For the New World

FOR the peacemaker, only in death be there peace. The world can make like a nightmare as we grow to experience it. We think back to when we were ignorant, fish swimming in a pond who could not comprehend wet or dry. Ignorance is bliss. If our fingers stuck from the heat, we had ample imagination to curve a situation to our liking. The world was new and ready for exploration, not an abstract tug of war with the Demiurge. There's a world somewhere we simply dream of. Perhaps be it for hours or days, or even a minute, however the thought crosses our mind much as the existential calamity of life and death. Perhaps if the choice were even to present itself, we would choose innocence and futility over misery and responsibility.

To these thoughts I answer that we should account for the totality of our situation. We sit down and make varying assessments, dependent often on our emotions at a given time. With banal and unpleasant premises come similar conclusions. We have a predisposition towards reductionism. To have such doubts come upon us, we must see a bit of the world as it is. At least in the sense of what ails us most, we meet with a dire and painful fate. But at the same time, it is a gift to have the culture and the freedom necessary to appropriate a model to the world in front of us. When the world was seemingly new and ready for exploration, we were only projecting our minds – as we do best. As we forge on in our journey of exploring our world, we should remember that any cognizable model will not oversimplify the difficulties and the profits implicit in doing so.

While this world marked by innocence and futility likely never existed, it surely can. We perceive what it is and we somewhat unambiguously define the clues as to what this state entails. Recognize the strengths experience has given us. And also recognize the matured aspects of innocence and futility. Shine a degree of light upon all the virtues, good or unacceptable, and they may become useful indeed in living an independent and just life. For enlightenment is the key to goalmaking and achieving.