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.

Rusty

I figured today I should sit and write something, since a lot has been on my mind. This week has been the hardest in recent memory. I haven't done so much on Google Plus or anything lately, although don't blame me for having indulged a Youtube argument about religion just to feel a little good about myself. The people who support me are wonderful. And there's been an outpouring of love and support this week much befitting of you all.

The Sad Truth (From a Lying Anthropologist)

Maybe a week ago, I was pretty bored and looking for something to write about. Then this poem came upon me. This is classic case of misanthropy, taken from the jaws of a voracious beast with three heads and two toes. Maybe it also contains some misandry.

Before posting this poem, I thought of the idea of doing a face reveal. There's this funny picture of me holding a Pinkie Pie toy from Toys R Us in my hand, and it fit this poem so well. But sadly the art of face sharing is too scary. However, we'll make a deal. I'm around 1k hits so far. This is a monumentous beginning for where we're going. For my 1bth hit, I'm getting us all a private flight to the colony on Titan onboard Elon Musk's most state-of-the-art space shuttle.

I hear you now: fuck yeah. We're gonna rock this Solar System with shitty political analysis and deep poetical insight, along with some basic human kindness and fortitude. I'd never doubt it. So without further ado, a poem I am very proud of.

Why the Democrats Lost, and the Progressive Revolution to come

In 1948, Democrat President Truman was in a tough race against Republican Governor Thomas E. Dewey of New York. Senator Strom Thurmond ran a pretty tough campaign in the South under the States' Rights Democratic banner, promising to take the party back from the landed Democratic leadership of the times due to their support of integration of the armed forces. In four states, these Dixiecrats actually snatched the Democratic ballot line, taking away the electoral votes of each. Due to the closeness of the election, it was widely speculated that the Dixiecrats would supplant the old guard of the Democratic Party in the event of a failure. However, Truman rode on the appeal of an underdog and defeated both his competitors.

A few days ago, conventional wisdom in American politics was shattered. Republican Donald J. Trump defeated the presumptuous candidate, Democrat Hillary Clinton, pulling the solidly-Democratic Rust Belt from her and winning a near landslide in the Electoral College, despite losing the popular vote by a few hundred thousand votes. Republicans retained the Congress. While all the polls predicted otherwise. Some powerful Democrats blame independent candidates for the loss in this incredibly close election, which could have gone the other way with a few hundred thousand votes. Libertarian Gary Johnson and Green Jill Stein, in particular. But this won't work at all. The old guard is crumbling, and a new political landscape is being formed as I write.

Bounding Through Time

Ending of Super Paper Mario.

Compliments go out to CountBleck2009 for sharing.

I had the idea to post this because of several things. Firstly, I stumbled upon a Twilight Zone episode called "The Call" in which a lonely haunted statue meets a lonely man and then turns him into another haunted statue. How this jogged my mind to this end, don't ask. My second reason is that I'm in the process of updating the blog, and I noticed while setting labels that I have not featured my poetry here. So we'll start our grand poetic supernatural quest here.

Lockerian Times #5

This afternoon, a slew of strange and unexpected dreams formulated in my mind. I want to say that today I've had my car stolen, a band of anarchistic ruffians attacked me and my accomplice in a Wendy's parking lot, and someone ripped my deepest hopes out of my chest. And it's not even lunch! Now it's about 5 PM, although it feels more like noon. The morning yolk has not yet been cast entirely off. Which kind of fucking sucks. Last night I played a 7 hour session of Victoria II with my best friend. By the end of it, which was around 5:30 AM, that my circadian annoys me sometimes was the primary topic of discussion. But the Commonwealth of Nations does not form itself, and Amero-Sino-Arabic-Russian asses don't willingly sort themselves into the "kicked" bin to make way for such a development. Somebody's gotta do it.

On the New World

Tonight I'm in a great mood for writing. I'm in a great mood for living, too, but the time of day for making a real difference in that respect ended a while ago. So I'm gonna lay forth my ideology in the clearest terms possible. For those who don't know the specifics, I call it the New World, and it's basically a synthesis of many viewpoints which have directed me throughout the years.