George Carlin’s Braindroppings

      George Carlin’s “Braindroppings” is leaps and bounds away from being the satirical  rants of a willful pessimist. Like most comics, Carlin’s material revolves around the ability to, sort-of, decode common human interactions–and the contradictions and irritations surrounding such.

        George utilizes his love for the English language, along with radio and stand-up experiences Carlin paints a very vivid image, inside the world of politics and marketers/advertisers; manipulating the language–enticing the masses(consumers) to buy and play “follow the leader” for the first silver-tongued politician they find most appealing.

     Practically, you will thoroughly enjoy his section on euphemisms, followed by the politically correct plague–twisting and shading the truth, thus reflecting society’s perspective on reality.

         This book, like his other works, are real eye-openers and if you are like, Carlin’s writings resembles the little voice in our heads, that we sometimes ignore when confronted with the nuances of everyday living.

        Braindroppings is as such: our mind’s resistance against social norms; the bullshit of widely-accepted popular usage.

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God Hates Us Vol.2.

            the Suffering paradox.

Why does God allow suffering?

Depending on who you ask, you may receive the question just asked repackaged and distributed–lined with hand-me down traditional beliefs and wrapped with theological rhetoric on faith and obedience. Which is truly laughable, seeing how a supposedly “historical document” is considered heresy if the word of God is tampered with in anyway.  But I’ll save that topic for another day.

Disease, War, Poverty, and the fear of death have plagued the third rock from the sun, since the dawn of civilization. Which predates the questions: why does God allow suffering?

To put it mildly, happiness is supposed to be the “end-all be-all” end game in life. It’s like everyone is trying to find the hidden binary code, for complete satisfaction.

See, the problem is not in the pursuit of happiness; it’s in the coveted  notion “we were designed to always be happy”.

Make no mistake, God and I are not on equal terms–at all. In all due respects; Fuck-em–That guy. But in his defense, suffering is a necessary evil for discovering ones bliss. Temporary defeat becomes the lantern, hovering over the shoulder for the tourist stuck on the side of the; waving his cellphone in hand back and forth. Trying to get a decent signal.

        “It’s only after we’ve lost everything that we’re free to do anything.”

Tyler Durden  Fight Club

We are not meant to happy (at least not all the time). I truly believe it’s one of his mass deceptions: if your not happy then it’s your fault or you are sinning. And my personal favorite: your fleshly desires outmatches the vessel that God gave to you, in order for his holy spirit to flow freely.

Without struggle, there’s no prize. The most gut-wrenching and awful experiences leads to unwavering gratitude, gratitude that shouldn’t be negated less the puzzled remains unfinished.  Yet, we shy away from it, pushing uncomfortable situations aside while under the belief ” the path of the least resistance”. Those uncomfortable situations are character builders, without them, we’re just walking mannequins waiting for the sales associate put this months winter wear on us, for window display.

And you know worst thing about thing about all this; I mean, the most elaborate prank God has played on us: He got every mouth-breather on the plant to believe nice people live happier lives–bullshit. All this has done, along with the P.C. police,( politically correct) is create an entire continent of artificial passive-aggressive Mr. Rogers.

Plus, people are not nice for nice sake, they are nice because of the reward for being nice. But, when people realized the reward wasn’t coming; God created a fall-guy to take the blame.(the devil)

      “Let me give you a little inside information about God. God likes to watch. He’s a prankster. Think about it. He gives man instincts. He gives you this extraordinary gift, and then what does He do. I swear for His own amusement, his own private, cosmic gag reel, He sets the rules in opposition. It’s the good of all time. Look but don’t touch. Touch, but don’t taste. Taste, don’t swallow. Ahaha. And while you’re jumpin’ from one foot to the next, what is he doing? He’s laughin His sick, fuckin’ ass off! He’s a tight-ass! He’s a SADIST! He’s an absentee landlord! Worship that? NEVER!”

Al Pacino “John Milton” The Devil’s Advocate.

 

                                                                                                         To Be Continued…

 

 

So…There’s this girl.

Rarely, do I indulge the notion of “love at first sight”–all men do at some point. The simple concept that any woman can ensnare our imagination based on simple physical features, is the cliche in the “mating game” or “rules of attractions”.(for you James Vanderbeek fans) Heaven forbid any man, too preoccupied with drowning in this sea of pointless pussy; finally meets his Cleopatra–his detached opposite, yet their union completes one another.

We I see an attractive female I immediately study her–really I just fan of women, in general. I collect all the “kiss the cook” merchandise, I listen to all their albums; wear the “I’m with stupid ” novelty apparel and keep all the sappy valentines day candy and cards until it is not longer cute, anymore.

I hate the feeling  of the “missed opportunity” moment when I’m stricken with the impression; there could have been something but the feeling passes like a Snapchat story. She meet someone, else. And the romanticized carnival ride of us together in Venice Beach: fades into the self-loathing highlight reel.

I recently met and she is like a female version of me. Witty, funny, not of trace of narcissistic tendency, neither a obsession with making her plumper by hovering one ass-cheek  over the bathroom sink, while taking a selfie. The fours words that best describe her: the girl next door. She makes me excited and afraid at the same time. Normally, people gravitate to me and I decide if they are cool enough to be on the V.I.P list; but, with her it’s different. Maybe, it is because I met anyone from such a rich ethnic background; maybe it’s because she has the same type of  humor; hell, maybe it’s because she from New York–the city I always spray paint my own insignia on subway train.

A vacuum in time and space opens up and sucks me in, closer and closer in her direction and I don’t even know if I’m just another random dude, friend, business association, colleague etc…

For the first time, I have someone to talk to without dumbing-down my lingo; and all I want to do is put my car in park and watch the stars. I know I don’t own her–never been my style, anyway. I just want remember what it is like to talk to a female that has more on the brain Mascara and Twitter followers.

What’s her name you ask?

See…there’s this Girl.

God Hates Us All.

First and foremost, This post is in no way condemning anyone’s belief system, if what you believe in works for you and you are completely satisfied with results, then by all means: keep reading and may we will share a coffee one day.

In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth and some-odd millions years later: he is still shitting on us. Now, I’m not an Atheist. The only thing more ridiculous than all-seeing, all-knowing benevolent-being, watching everything that you do; in charge of  all happens, both chronological or the reprecussions of events. Is the thought that when my earth-bound subscription to “love-heartbreak-captivity and death is cancelled. My reincarnated body shall return as a  Weeping willow.

            Objectifying sin.

You. And by you, I mean: people. Operate within the living-quarters of sin, daily–it is the on-going pop-quiz that never seems to end, not to mention, the damn thing came with a very short lesson plan. Yet, that doesn’t stop the divine authority from spreading repent/redemption propaganda through the platinum-encrusted megaphone.(paid for by the men and women who actually give 10% of their earnings to the collection basket) Taking weekend vacations to Panama City and Cape Code; 2-3 times out the year; terrorizing the interstate with “Dora the Explorer” singalongs–echoing from the souped-up  Chevrolet Avalanche.

Vessels of faith and devotion in front of a crowd, heretics and hypnotist in practice. Millennial guidance counselors for the morally bankrupt, of the present day youth. They promise “free will” and “free speech” unfortunately, neither truly exist. We are so in love with the idea of things, we inadvertently romanticize the idea planted in us, to point where, we often forget what “free will” and “free speech” looks like. Not in this country, not in a country that trolls anyone for speaking out against injustice–especially, when the police are involved. Not in a country that wonders why rape-culture is epidemic, right now; this country was founded on the raping, the genocide, and the complete ethnic cleansing of indigenous people. Not in a country that thinks omitting the second amendment will somehow make the shootings stop.

Here we are, at the cornerstone of the century and people still God will swoop down on angel-wings and save us. But, I don’t see why anyone would intervene, at this point. I mean, after all the wars, the chemical/germ warfare, the raping; the relocating; the on-going war on terror and propaganda behind it; the indoctrination for the investment in the religions of: money, politics and industrialism. After all that, all those sins; does God still have your back–has he really taken the wheel while your texting your friend about margarita night–swerving on the freeway. Is he truly with you after second…third…now fourth abortion this year, after your “her-choice” life coach sent his approval. Has God turned a blind eye to all the late nights working you told your wife, of 17 years, was for a better future, but you have secretly been sneaking off to see the guy that bartends at Ruby Tuesday. Blind ignorance and Hypocrisy will the death of us all.

If there is, indeed, a God; he loves to watch. A I don’t mean in a Morgan Freeman kind of way, either.(Bruce Almighty)

          Man Shit

God, at best, is our heavenly man-child of a father, who loves admiration and unsupervised worship; that guy. And his extremely exclusive fan-club.

More than the love of his fans, is the false sense of security he provides. Empty promises and exaggerated truths. “Ask and ye shall receive,” believe, and all your sins will be forgiven. Meanwhile, the actress working at Denny’s is still waiting for her prescription hemroid creme commercial  call-back. If what ye ask for is not in thy design, ye will take what thy giveth and be grateful.

But what God really loves: is pushing for the illusion that we are all stars in our own little “Truman Show.

I can not deny the truth  and the principles behind most religions however, the message usually translates in a members only deal.

Somehow, God is indiscriminate, except with it comes to location.  Hindu, if you are born in India, Buddhist if you are born in China or Japan; Muslim, if you are born in Islam, Christian fundamentalist, if Texas is the center of your universe.

             Checkered Past.

195 countries, and God has almost a whopping 72 aliases; with a nation surrounded by the new-found concern on mental health, this whole time our heavenly father, in fact, suffers from schizophrenia. Everyone loves a redemption story, I guess; but, I think he should get the benefit of the doubt: God is really a spy and Jesus was/is his sleeper agent.

Persona after persona; engraved images after engraved images. It is like God is reinventing himself over and over and over; and over, again. In a way, He symbolizes the early European invaders of this country, trespassing on preconceive beliefs–establishing himself as the religious authority and poof; two-thirds of the history, outside of Christianity, completely buried underneath esoteric folklore, Satanic practices and pagan/druid mythology.

 

                                     To Be Continued……

Struggle bus Mondays: Red Dead Redemption 2

struggle bus

Hey everyone, today’s struggle bus is brought by Red Dead Redemption 2; if you still have not bought yourself a copy–you are severely missing out. Red Dead Redemption 2 is a masterpiece: the look and feel of the game are absolutely breathtaking.

Rockstar remained true the classic and kept the favorably features such as: Dead eye, the weapons/inventory wheel, and about a billion side quest.

However, Red Dead has added a few additions to the, otherwise, stellar game-play. For one, you hold down the middle button of the controller to experience a cinematic view to the gameplay–adding a little spaghetti western to the game.

Missions outside the main story, you can accept or deny them as they are presented to you.  And I don’t mean, as galloping along a vacant-dirty road and you decide to just stroll-on past the farm-boy being torn to strides by a pack of wolves. Rather, if you are stopped while on your way to mission, because one of your fellow members is about to be lynched for robbing stagecoaches and finger-banging the sheriff’s pregnant daughter; you can say ” fuck you” and go rabbit hunting.

Another thing is: you have to monitor your health and stamina–your horse as well.(it drains over time)

In addition to the inventory wheel, a satchel is also necessary and you are also allowed store weapons on the horse saddle. Ultimately, you can carry as many or as little you desire.

The graphics are extraordinary. Red Dead even allows you t change the main character’s hair style as well as…the beard. From Wyatt Earp to Clint Eastwood; only a button mash away.

Those of you that own the game then you understand Red Dead Redemption 2 is worth the 8 year wait.

If you don’t…click here and yourself a copy.

Plus, go at my last Struggle Bus Monday and look at the Youtube channels, I listed for Red Dead gameplay  (See alsoStruggle bus Monday: Red Dead Redemption 2.)

Here’s one more

 

The Law of the mechanical Turk.

           The Mechanical Turk or The Turk was an automated chess playing machine, constructed in the late 17th century and patented by Wolfgang von Kempelen, as token for his affection towards the Empress of Austria, Maria Theresa.

                  It was later revealed to be a hoax, the proclaimed-automaton was installed with a secret compartment in which a chess master could hide inside and operate the machine.

The Turk appeared to be able to play a strong game of chess against a human opponent. During the Turk’s campaign from 1770-1854(84 years), The Turk played and vanquished many challengers including the likes of revolutionary-thinkers such as: Napoleon Bonaparte and Benjamin Franklin.

Wolfgang von Kempelen died in 1804. Yet, the automaton continued to compete for another 50 years, after Johann Nepomak Malzel purchase the machine.

Johann Allgaier, Boncourt, Aaron Alexandre, William Lewis, Jacques Mouret and William Schlumberger are some of the turk’s operators, however the original chess players during time Kempelen possessed the machine, is still a mystery.

 

 

The law of the mechanical turk in the workforce.

Law of Mechanical Turk- a crowd-sourcing internet marketplace that enables individuals or businesses(known as Requesters) to coordinate the use of human intelligence to perform tasks that computers are currently unable to do.

The law of the mechanical turk has been integrated into the workforce, not just for idle screen-watchers but for pedestrians caught between Associate degrees and retirement.

To put it mildly, any task–Any Task that would otherwise call for a professional, expert, or all around insensitive know-it-all, can be downgraded and monetized. The Breaking down of huge complex tasks/jobs into intricate parts, and replacing with a paint-by-the-numbers crew. Thus, giving the illusion of productivity for the cost of creativity and innovation. Outsourcing your golden goose to keep profit margins in the green, is the truest example of a fool’s gambit.

Meanwhile, the educational system continues to feed the beast, shuffling out more test takers and honor roll inductees–keeping the Telsas of our generation riding the trial and error roller-coaster or the minimum wage scavenger hunt.

The Mechanical Turk is a symbol of industrialism, reducing the business model into its smallest and crudest form: boss and workers. Which raises a bunch of eyebrows when contemplating questions like: Why pay a digital media specialist to do my direct marketing, when I can get 6 space monkeys with an enormous amount of student debt, to do it for me on the weekends, for less the cost. Maybe not in this manner, but you get the underlining message.

     What that means for the rest of us.

The machines are coming; embrace the “Age of the Hyphens”. Soon, factory jobs will be automated by machines and artifical intelligence. A pandemic of micro-terminators staggering and shuffling product on and off the assembly line. Leaving not a job left in sight unless you are the  mechanic.  An interesting part in history is taking place before our very eyes. The average person will need at least 5 side projects in order to make a living, and I do mean “Projects”, because the low-paying remedial jobs won’t available .

So, the question is: what will you do when all your excuses are gone? The things that was, at one time, considered too risky–now, it is your lifeline. Working overtime for Walmart won’t save you, anymore. And the only way to earn a living is to become the rock-star, you dreamed you could be; the painter and works of art you fantasized about creating; the novelist and the stories you wished to show the world.

What will you do when playing it is riskier than living your purpose?

The most dangerous animal

Man-made dogma

    Man is god and vice versa, at least that’s what we as men would like to believe. To be in control, to be all-knowing, to be omnipotent; to truly be the lord of all he surveys . See also The Male Disease. I talked about our obsession with male authority and being conditioned  to act like other men, is the catalyst of our inevitable downfall. But, that’s not the whole truth. The truth coincides with our incubated selective ignorance about ourselves and roles we play in the world. Men, try as we might, can’t escape the undeniable truth, of being in control without be controlling, shaping a reality without the necessity of physical violence; to navigate the sublime differences of the fairer sex without resorting to violating her body, both physical and sexually.

        A man’s true test lies not in the conquering new avenues in the business world, nor quenching the thirst of the male ego, nor the slaying  of the furriest and wettest of his female counterpart’s nether regions, in mass volume. No. The test is himself. Mastery of himself. However, mastery begins with alleviating self-deception.

 Gods of the new world.

              ” I mean, I’m just tired of being wrong all the time just because I’m a guy. I mean how many times can everybody tell you that you’re the oppressive, prejudiced enemy before you give up and become the enemy.

     I mean a male, chauvinist pig isn’t born, he’s made, and more and more of them are being made by women. After long enough you just rollover and accept the fact that you’re a sexist, bigoted, insensitive, crude, cretinist cretin. Women are right. You’re wrong. You get used to the idea. You lived down to expectations. Even if the shoe doesn’t fit, you’ll shrink to fill it. I mean, in a world without god aren’t mothers the new god? The last sacred unassailable position. Isn’t motherhood the last perfect magical miracle? But a miracle isn’t possible for men, and maybe men say they’re glad not to give birth, all the pain and blood, but really that’s so much sour grapes. For sure, men can’t do anything near as incredible. Upper body strength, abstract thought, phalluses-any advantage men appear to have are pretty token. You can’t hammer a nail with a phallus. Women are already born so far ahead ability-wise. The day a man can give birth, that’s when we can start talking about equal rights.”

                                                                             Chuck Palahniuk.  Choke

It’s so true, man is own worse enemy; we’re chasing a shadow: called woman. It’s no wonder the notoriety on the rise of rape culture awareness is at an all-time high, but it’s nothing new. The so-called early settlers ravaged the current United States, with war and disease, and they raped. They raped the women indigenous to this land, and the children, being reject from both cultures, were made either into slaves or glorified tour guides. Helping the barbarian settlers navigate the through the Louisiana Territory.

In the 18th Century, a madame had no choice but to become a prostitute, if she was defiled early during her courtship. Just like that, thrown out on the street because she wanted intimacy before the appropriate time. The typical calling card of a terrified man: Violated by one man, ridiculed and persecuted by stranger; abandoned by another man; abused/ murder by another. (i.e. Jack the Ripper).

Rape is supposed be about establishing power and dominance over women, and with I find really humorous, not the rape but the fact that the poor fuck is trying to regain something, he never had to begin with. At that’s what the crime shows broadcast. All the truly horrific sex crimes are almost always perpetrated by men. Men, whom have been emasculated by mother or an old girlfriend. Men, whom don’t possess the social iquity to decipher between “playing hard to get” and “just saying no”. Men, whom mind has been poisoned into thinking that his must find into egocentric archetype, in order to be considered important.

     The veil of Macheesmo.

Women are god’s gift to the world: elegant, radiant; excelling in every avenue they put their minds–last but not least, child birth. A feat that men can never out due, not matter, how many points he scores, yachts he owns, novels he has written; trophies he has won, women he sleeps with; men he is in charge of and records he has a broken. All these accolades, pales in comparison, to bringing another life into this world. Thus, man must excel in all his endeavors in order to match the worth of a woman; Rockstars in theory; patronized man-child in reality.

“Masculinity is not about being the biggest, the fastest, the strongest, the one who sleeps with the most girls, and the one who has the most money. The one who has the most accomplishments is not the most masculine. In fact, it is often the men who covet these things most who are covering and compensating for the greatest insecurities. Let us revere the one who loves others deeply, loves himself deeply, and has a dream that he is inspired to live with and by and through. He is a man.

He does not stand unmoved or untouched in the face of truly moving experiences.

He does not judge the totality of his life or anyone else’s life by the totals on the scoreboard as the clock ticks down to zero.

He does not use money as a proxy for emotional connection nor material possessions as the measure of his self-worth.

He does not define his manhood by the number of women he has conquered.

He does not always fight fire with fire; sometimes he doesn’t need to fight at all.

He does not meet seriousness with silliness when it is seriousness that is required.

He does not take risks for risks’ sake, because he does not hide from his frailty, his mortality, or his humanity.

He does not pretend to know everything about anything, nor is he afraid to admit when he knows nothing about something.

And perhaps most important of all, he does not walk around thinking he’s The Man.

No, the masculine man goes through a journey, a process of self-discovery, and figures out what he needs to do to acquire the tools, knowledge, wisdom, grace, love, passion, and joy to pursue his destiny. His destiny is his dreams. Those may evolve over time, but in their pursuit, he is not breaking down anyone else or hurting anyone else. He is not at war with other people, conquering them. He is the one joining forces, searching for the win-win. He is the one who is lifting others up, inspiring others through his journey and his own process (in which he is finding ways to create value along the way). He is the hero of his own journey. And in so being, he is looking for every way to have the best relationships possible with his family, friends, his romantic partner, his colleagues, or his customers. He’s finding ways to be the best possible version of himself.

Masculinity is about discovering yourself and owning what you find. It’s about being kind to others, and pursuing your dreams with all the passion and energy you can muster. It’s about doing something that is meaningful to you that brings value to others. That’s how you build a legacy.”
― Lewis Howes, TheMask of Masculinity. 

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