Passive resistance.

It's always a delight to peruse through the daily madness that is international news. Violence, gore, dead kids/terrorists, it really makes one appreciate the simplicity of a comfortable slave-owner life. I like to have opinions, and to express them, but here in Quebec, who used to be a British occupied country, there are some that one can't express anymore. For those of you who don't know, we used to have our own 'terrorists' here. The FLQ, Quebec's liberation front, was formed by workers and intellectuals as some kind of syndicalist/socialist movement for independence, who would use violence to accomplish what years of servitude would'nt: give the french population a chance to govern itself.

http://english.republiquelibre.org/manifesto-flq.html

But they were terrorists, because they attacked the system in a violent uprising, giving the private media a chance to paint them as bloodthirsty maniacs, a danger to all, depriving their movement of any sympathy from the common man. Even today, the still burning embers of this group are vilified by the machine; when one of our most vocal separatist is seen supporting the lebanese, while holding -gasp of horror from the gold necklace adorned bulging necks of distinguished ladies- the hizbullah flag. Because they're not a legitimate resistance movement mind you, they're terrorists. They target civilians, while when the israeli army kill a dozen, it's an honest mistake. They say 'sorry' and move on to the next atrocity.
So this is my proposition to you. I don't like this system. It makes the majority an uneducated blobby mass that enjoys driving around for no reason, spending stupidly beyond it's means, while the rich get richer and the gene pool gets shallower. Let's resist like civilized people. For the rest of the year, don't spend on futility. Buy food from local farmers, the minimum, don't waste. Don't buy new clothes to follow the trend, and if you must, buy used clothing. Buy what's necessary, not what's flashy and hip and too often useless. Don't buy a car, share one. Don't drive unless you truly need to; you might find it a bit boring at first, not going road tripping every weekend, but that's the price to pay to fix society. Shut down your tv, ignore it, ignore the stars, the glamour, the fake news. Go out, walk, draw, sing, do something, stop being a spectator, participate in life. Talk with strangers, debate things, give your mind a chance. Work less, you don't need the money if you don't spend. Never be a slave to your paycheck. Let's get our lives back from the brink, and we'll realize that those shadowy elites that pull the strings in the darkness, were merely the reflections of our own greed.
And if in the end, it does'nt change, well, there will always be the meteor.

Mel Gibson, the Drunken Nazi

So I went out and got a bit drunk tonight. I get back home, and I browse a bit through my usual news outlets. And it's about Mel Gibson. Everywhere. And who gives a damn, really? I like Mel, he's a really bad actor, I tried to enjoy Braveheart, but it ultimately ended up being a disappointment ( the ghost thing). I respect the fact that he is a religiously motivated man, or so he says. And he seems to let the anti-semitism fly when he's drunk. Big fuckadoodeldy deal. When you drink alcohol, your brain is'nt quite the sharp knife it used to be when sober, so forget about witty remarks and deep conversations. You wake up in the morning, and realize you made a huge mistake. But then a newspaper is talking about what you said under the influence, and is making a huge deal out of it, and is putting this lousy story before all the Death and Suffering(tm) that is currently happening in the world, like your slurry abuse shouted at an arresting officer is worse than a few missiles slamming in an unfortunate nest of people trying to flee the carpet bombing. Oh my god, we found a bigot in North America, that's unforgivable, what, with our long history of respecting everyone and...ah, what's the point...
In a world where we all get up and denounce the guy that had a drink too many, but ignore the truly racist crime carrying on day after day, all the while blathering platitudes about a right to defense and mistakes and collateral damage, we truly deserve what's coming. It's times like this I wish I was Mel Gibson's neighbor, so I could walk to him, slap him across the face and say: "Why in hell are you apologizing? You don't care, no one really does. It's just filling in the medias, you're just straw man of the day. You expressed a deplorable opinion, so what. Many of us drunks do it all the time. What you need to do is go beyond hatred, beyond petty spite. Read Friedrich Nietzsche's "On the Origin of Moral Feelings", understand that a man of noble spirit is above the enduring, flimsy angers of the masses. Forget about it, move on, and let those who would only remember that error be damned with their self-righteous crusades; they often have more to hide than loudmouth drunkards."
Come meteor, and save this universe from the useless arrogance of lowly men.

End times.

This morning, I watched an amazing video on the CNN website. It was about christian communities eagerly awaiting the end times (as mentioned in the bible). After wiping the bile off my sweaty lips, I pondered once again on human credulity and the sleazy, grotesque toupet wearing fat accumulating trash who exploit it.
Ok, to all christian out there, who take time to read the depressed thoughts of cynical bloggers, I want to have a chat with you. A polite philosophical debate I would like to submit to you. I respect the bible as a book of mysteries, and even knowing it's history, of how it was abused by charlatans who wanted to manipulate people, I still have to admit that most of it offers a sensible moral compass if you understand metaphors.
And that's the key to the bible. Metaphor. How did Jesus teach us the way? PARABLES! METAPHORS! ALLEGORIES! It's not about deceiving, it's about making you think, Jesus wanted you to ponder things, so you would understand and not blindly obey. You know the best way to assimilate a technique is to understand it. My favorite is the two sons( Matthew 21:28–32), because I am a very antagonistic person sometimes, but I always end up doing the right thing in the end. This particular parable really struck with me since childhood, and even though I am not a practicing christian anymore, more of a gnostic, the lesson stayed.
Look at the megachurches. Does it look like something Jesus would approve? He gave sermons for FREE, outside, so anyone could listen and learn. And he was hated for it by the organized Hebrew church of the time, because they were making money off the worshipers. Don't you see any parallel with what is happening today? When a slick preacher in an expensive suit is telling you to donate money, is he truly representing the spirit of Jesus Christ? But if he was'nt clean and shiny, you would'nt listen to him, because we are often blinded by our materialistic sight. Ugly is evil, handsome is good. And this is where it leads.
Don't you think revelations is a metaphor too? Of something horrible that MIGHT happen if we let ourselves be devoured by greed, lust and violence? That in the end we are all punished for our lack of understanding, condemned to end our lives in the flames of a man made Armageddon? Don't you feel that you are leaving a lesser world to your children, or your grandchildren? Did'nt Jesus want us to take good care of future generations? Think, analyze, read, and open your eyes. The Lord showed us a path once, and we crucified him because we were blinded by our ignorance. He left us instructions of how to see him again, to see the kingdom of God. Liars with bad haircuts have long used the book to lead us astray, to fulfill their own selfish ambitions, be it power, money and even sex. I say no more.
And if you still truly believe in the End times and that a chosen few will be taken away by Christ, and all the idiotic science fiction interpretation by people who only want to peddle books and video games, then buy water and canned food and leave the world of men. You don't deserve to participate in politics or the economy, because, you don't care about any future that we might still be able to shape for our progeny. And that's the most selfish act I can imagine, belief that this world will end in your lifetime, denying others the chance to marvel at the beauty of earth and creation.

God bless Canada.

So yesterday I had a dinner with my in-laws. Conversation wandered around the different subjects of the day, and hovered a while around the great prime minister of Canada, Stephen Harper, the glass eyed construct from the Pit. And I was told, to my great surprise, and disgust, that he said 'God bless Canada'. Today I frantically searched the web, trying to disprove the nasty rumor; surely we're not on the brink of regressing back into foolish religious myths and zeal, burning witches and impregnating women . But there it was. God. Bless. Canada.
The betrayal of it all. Quebec's reliable media lied to us once again. Before the election, they carefully avoided showing us the end of his speeches, where he would say the dreaded words. I doubt he would have been as popular in french Quebec had the people known his preachy nature. But he's mentally sodomizing us now, just like the catholic church used to do to the children placed in their care when they had a stranglehold on education.
I lived through the end of catholic classes in school, I saw old nuns forced into retirement for beating kids with rulers. There was an alternative class to catechism, it was called 'moral learning'. The children would go in a special room, they closed the door and were forbidden to talk about what they did with us. I learned about Jesus. I liked it, actually, and I had high grades up to high school. And I read the whole bible, and I was baptized and confirmed. But I did'nt really believe it. I believed in my dreams and my abilities, not on relying on miracles and prayer to go through life. I'm not saying God does'nt exist, but I'm saying he does'nt exist through organized church. God would want you to evolve personally, to help others and respect life. We won't go into most organized religions history, but you get my point. I think it's a kind of intellectual laziness, not to go beyond, not to try to pierce the veil, to understand the universe and all its mysteries.
Anyway, now they're talking of renovating churches, to keep the 'culture' alive. It's laughable, like a slave polishing his chains. We removed them, let's not be again dragged in by the uncertainties of current world events, our empty materialistic life and our general lack of intelligent debate. We can be a community without a priest, we can help each other without an invisible being sprinkling his magical powers over what I assume is limited to what's inside the line encircling Canada. Let's hope he does'nt overbless, and it spills over in the Atlantic, else we'll have to contend with blessed-super fish, and that would be bad for fishermen and werewolves everywhere.

Middle-East edutainment.

I could write here and now that the north american media deserve to be dragged to a dark parking lot, nailed to a wall and beaten with a splintered baseball bat. But you already knew that. It's not that they lie to us often, though they do; it's not that they are biased toward big money interests, though they are; it's not that they provide useless sport activity facts mingled with useless star system news, though they do. It's their repugnant ability to talk about bombings and death and possibility of an end to all life war coming up for at least an hour, then without blinking, smile and talk about something asinine like regional cheese. And they all have that same sickly look of rotting inside, I mean, I know I would if I had to whore myself for a car company, after presenting a report on deaths caused by car pollution. That's another larky thing, watch the ads that follow deadly serious reports, the irony is blinding.
So today is again meaningless war time, from what I hear. I like soldiers. I think they have the worst job in the world. They bleed so old men with about 5 to 10 more years to live can make a killing in the stock market. They go to warm places, and they have to wear heavy equipment, and be surrounded by people they're told they came to help, but who only want to carve them a nice red smile under the chin. And then they come back after spending 4-5 years shoulder deep in the most horrible corners of human misery, and no one wants to hire them, or help them, because, half the population thinks they're murderers, while the other half is scared shitless that they'll snap and blow up something. So we let these guys, whom we taught everything they learned before boot camp was false, that it's ok to kill under certain conditions, wander around to see some of the country they thought they were protecting. But I like them anyway, because they live things and have stories to tell, and they're the closest thing we have to witnesses in the crimes our governments are committing abroad.
I had an idea once, for a new type of ruler. Let's say, instead of voting, which is boring and so Athens BC, we have a deathmatch between the candidates. They fight, bare fist in a ring, and at some point we can throw in knives to spice things up. Then, whenever the leader wants to declare war, he needs to charge at the head of the troops, always. If he's killed, the highest ranking member of his cabinet is next in line, and so forth. Of course, in the beginning, we'll get stupid brutes and our civilization might suffer for a few decades. But I believe that, at some point, we'll see strong and clever politicians emerging from the ring, after all the brine is washed away in previous, disastrous wars. And if our statesmen become respectable figures, then we won't have much of an excuse not to become one too.
Would make for better tv than the vomit-inducing electoral process we have now in any case.

Crimson holiday.

Another exciting news day. It's like watching a plane crash in slow motion, you feel like you can't do anything, you don't know enough to understand why it's happening, you try to gather clues-what's that black smoke coming up from the tail, but inside your screaming mind, you already know how it ends, don't you? Ultimately, it's a race between that gigantic space debris whose elliptic path will cross the earth's to sterilize it for a few million years, and humans finally succumbing to the phallic worship of our glorious nuclear mounted missiles shot around the world to share the joy of radioactive misery. The healthy competition between chance and human stupidity, what a treat. I like the ending where we can blame ourselves, and realize that we've wasted years praying to a 4th century monk's freudian slip.
I like religious people, when they actually read their dogmatic material. You believe a God who created this awe-inspiring universe will one day come back and be impressed with what we've been doing? Oh, I really appreciate the craters and the massive deforestation. The marketing eyesores every 3 seconds on the side of the road, pure genius. An I see you've managed to block my annoying, scintillating stars and deep, thought provoking night sky with your yellowish, unnatural smog. That was really my plan all along, to have you commit slow suicide by drinking 6 gallons of Pepsi every day. And I'm such an omnipotent creator, that I've asked you to kill off anyone who refuses to worship me like a dog. Thank you for reducing me to your level of greedy stupidity humans, I'll be rewarding you now.
Spirituality is something only we manifest, and it's probably the doorway to some amazing philosophical thinking. We should dig deeper than simple words on paper, written in a time when man was still struggling to understand his surroundings. And I get the whole 'we can get rich off this' and 'what a terrific way to control the oafish masses' angle, but I can't help to feel like we're kind of missing the point.
Today I decided to take a day off, because I felt like I had nothing to do at work. I have a few vacation hours left that I must use sparingly to ensure I keep my end of the downshifting bargain: work less, consume less, become a better person. Be informed, keep your brain sharp like the edge of a knife, and never get caught in unevolving convictions. Live everyday like it was the last, make it a meaningful one. Learn and hone skills, so that you're always worth so much more than what mercantile corporations are ready to pay for your services. Never get attached to a physical object, so that, if ever disaster struck, you could shrug it off and be happy to still have yourself. Be compassionate to the suffering of other, but never be swayed by pity, because compassion has you shoulder to shoulder with your fellow man, while pity has you standing over misery, and is the shortest way to self-righteousness. Always think and analyze everything, and admit wrongs where due.
Creationist Kent Hovind said that if there is no God, there is no morality. See.

Bombs away.

There are wars everywhere right now in the world. Some are more popular, with medias devoting hours and hours of clever analysis and strict selective coverage. I've been around different stages of passive participation in some of the more popular conflicts; confusion, anger, racism, all those colorful emotions that one feels when he really can't do anything about a situation, except cheerlead from an ocean away, or join a protest march, which in my opinion have become kind of a sad joke lately. I mean, whenever you see any action from the more 'radical' or 'active' organized groups in these demonstrations, pregnant women, old ladies and stringy intellectuals complain that, they tarnished the beautiful march with their insensible actions. How dare they sabotage the peaceful walk with witty slogan covered signs and amusing world leader papier-mache puppet! Why those politicians in their shiny offices, they were about to change their minds when they saw all those people walking, because you know there's nothing scarier than a orderly mob.
Now I really am not advocating violent uprising, but if you study a tiny bit of history, you realize quickly that, aside from a few freak incidents, society changes were usually based on a good dose of hemoglobin spilled at the seat of power. Governments are entities we create to centralize the use of violence. We allow it to manage our prisons, army, police force and law, because we often find this deal preferable to the mob's whim. But once in a while, the entity starts to believe its own propaganda, gets cocky with us, forgetting we were once a dangerous, salivating mob of ragged peasants with gingivitis and bed sores, armed with rusty pitchforks and sickles. That's when we revert to our most interesting state of single-minded flow of noisy flesh scented humans. How they tremble then, our tie and suit comb-over masters. Because part of them remembers the noose, the chopping block, the guillotine, the bullet-pocked dusty walls.
Sadly, the key word here is 'single-minded'. Once you have a mob diluted with peaceful intentions, like our expecting mother who's out for a nice stroll with her hippy friends, the schizophrenic snake tends to divide, wither and die before any reasonably organized police force. A friend's mother said, when asked to describe the current Quebec political situation: "People get sodomized brutally by the government, but they seem to like it, since they're asking for more".
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Speaking of which, I work in a very disgusting work environment. We are at least 200 male employees sharing a floor, with 2 washrooms totaling 7 toilets. And some people's diet really seem to produce the filthiest of results, like the ever appreciated "morning toilet breaker so it stinks like a corpse for the rest of the day" technique. There's also the inexplicable "toilet paper origami over the brown crescent" and "invisible bran that will still smell in 3 hours". I've lived for a year in the Hunan province in China, and I've seen my share of weird human waste monuments in the broken porcelaine. But we're talking of a country that has 1 300 000 000 digestive systems. We only have 200, what gives? I've got a theory that a diet consisting of mixing cheap coffee with anti-adhesive cupcakes in the morning, with cheap greasy pizza and fries for lunch, and a juicy fat quickly congealing because it's takeout burger with bacon for supper, tends to create the perfect conditions in the colon to manufacture those dreaded musky sausages we exhale from our rectal kiss. Because some people don't care about what's beyond their flaccid white ass. It's like the feel the need to stir shit to stink up a place that should be shared respectfully with other human beings. I bet they don't even wash their hands when they leave, too.