May 1 - Mayday, Bealtane, Walpurgis, and the Christianization/Secularization of the Holiday

Mayday,
Bealtane,
Walpurgis,
For thousands of years humans have celebrated at the end of winter, and everyone comes out in early may for 2 weeks and eats the last food from the cellars. They roast a spring animal or two to feast. The last ofthe winter beer comes out. Young people who are looking for love think of their lover as they twirl their ribbon round the may-pole in a community ritual and those who wish to HANDFAST make their wishes known to the community.
The christians want to tie people together for life, which is a control scheme, christian marriage. Handfasting is one of christianities greatest enemies, because more than two people can handfast together, and they are only bound for until the love lasts. They aren't bound forever and their property is not bound togeter, which is the purpose of christian marriage, the binding and theft of beliefs, rights and property.
So anyway, this is a good time to handfast. And there are far fewer restrictions, because it isn't considered a marriage by any christianized government administration in canada. Handfasting is strictly about LOVE not anything else, so people who love each other make vows in front of their friends, who are generally ok with most partnerships where two (or more) people of freewill can dedicate themselves to each other in a communal situation.
Bindings that pious christians would disapprove of for whatever reason can occur in handfasts as long as the people who are going to tie the mates hands together can accept it and walk up to them and tie them together, then it works. Many people write wishes for the lovers on the ribbons before they tie their hands.
50 ribbons is 50 people acknowledging the binding of the lovers.
The maypole is the absent or wished-for lover as one of its symbolisms. Tying a ribbon to it can be a spell to visualize and project your love.
The full moon nearest to may 1st is the actual important time. Its the christians who like solar dates in stone, pagans are more interested in celebrating while the moon is full.
Why the moon is more important is obviously too big of a topic for here. But consider that you are a bag of water (80%) with a bit of other material in the meat. So when the rock and stone of the earth gets elongated and ovoided by the travel of the moon, so does the water in your body sac. Its also a deep hereditary racial memory common to almost all humans to get goopy about the full moon, so that's reason enough for it.
It is a common time for etheric/astral travel of various humans practicing their succubi routines too.
Later the christians would demonize mayday as a time of "human sacrifice", which it really wasn't, but it was a good story to keep scared parishioners away from the pagan parties where they might get drunk and fuck someone who they weren't married to. Which is fine to a pagan, as long as your mate is cool with it.
This is the time when all the little witchies should be sending their spirit forms about, trying to find their mate through etheric spirit communication before they consumate in body. Or finding lovers in the dark in the woods. Lots of fertility rites. Damn fornicators. 8P
Most people get it wrong, but pagans are a lot less about orgies than people think. They just like fucking their mate or lover in a space where everyone can see their friends fucking each other. Even pagans get the idea that everyone fucking everyone leads to everyone getting herpes or worse.
They are generally an observant group of people, if maybe a little too trusting.
I was always more interested in the barbecue. Mmmm. See that's where the sacrifice stories come from. Really they just had a barbecue, but they all had a big prayer for the cow/goat/chicken first so the christians called it a sacrifice. It was a feast. The killing of the meat was a central part of the event because that's what everyone was going to eat for the next 3 days.
Anyways, this is the two week period of Bealtaine, so work yourself up into a frenzy for the full moon,
and watch out for the Christians, who will always try to jack your party.
If you want to participate in the Wild Hunt
You should get a little drunk and meditate on the full moon
Just so you know, you don't actually go running around, its an etheric travel thing.
Try it!
You might like it.
Any Pretty little kinkster witchies out there who are well off enough to drag the hobo wizard around?
8P
Notice how the two most important Pagan celebrations, Bealtaine and Samhain, don't have public holidays? And their are christian and secular holidays almost immediately before and after?
Its to keep people from celebrating on THEIR special spiritual time.
The administrative burning of the witches.
Watch out for GHB on May Day. Its the number one tool of the christians against pagans right now. No VPD officer will ever investigate the GHB rape of a pagan. Seriously. That's why there is so much of it. It only costs $10 to buy a dose of liquid rape in Vancouver, and there are litres of it ready to be used against you all with impunity. The best thing pagans can do for themselves as a group is by some of those GHB detection strips. Personally I think they should be freely available from the VPD, but they wouldrather turn their heads and pretend there isn't any GHB being used against you. Really, you weren't drugged, you're just a witchy slut right?
Real pagans like to drink, and even use entheogens, but passing around bottles with GHB in it is really rape. IMHO. And if you can't remember your "ritual" there isn't a lot of point in pretending its important to you.
One last warning: where you have your "rituals" can be fatal to you! I've seen a couple of large witch/pagan groups disbanded simply because they rented a hall that was run by christianized gangster rednecks. In less than 3 years their numbers halved. They were identified and targeted after their parties in the hall by gangs using the surveillance footage from the hall's security and the guestbook information. They never realized until it was too late that there was a reason those people offered them the hall so cheap. They were attacked one at a time and never realized that it was their own belief that they would be treated equally in todays society that they were able to be divided.

Johfra Bosschart "sabbath"

from http://visionaryrevue.com/webtext2/jofgall1.html

You might notice I haven't mentioned any specific deity or deities associated with May 1.
Because there are deities from every culture and belief connected with spring rites and festivals, so take your pick or just enjoy the feast without one.

All pagans don't necessarily have deities, and those that do often have wildly differing ones.

Optimistic Responses for Happy-Fags, well off Slaves and fake "Christians"

How are You today?

I'm not so great. But you don't want to hear that.
Its easier to believe I deserve this.

You actually have no interest in talking to me
and your opinions drain me
your mind is actually very small
and I do not have time any longer

to pretend

When you are robbed of what you have
I will not
be able to care
either

divided we were
conquered

So have a good fucking day
and fuck off with your fake shit
keep your plastic smile
to yourself

fucker.

Just fuck right off

and snuffle back to the trough

Conduit

Try this
You have a partner
someone you've made love to before
put another lover between yourselves
and try to touch each other
through
them

Celtic - Gaulish

Here's an interesting question for you to ponder.
Are all threesomes "queer"?
I mean, if you have a threesome, there is automatically 2 people of the same sex in the menage.
So if 2 guys make out with one girl at the same time, how come its not considered homoerotic?
I mean, obviously in 2 hours in bed there is no way that one boys balls are goin to touch the other boys skin.
etc.
That's why pagans focus on the threesomes.
It breaks up the christianized thinking about lovers and bodies and "sin".
It also strengthens and expands our ability to empathize and communicate.
Just choose carefully. There's lot's of herpes in the pagan and witchy communities. It gets used as a weapon back and forth.

serializednovel.wordpress.com - The Fist

I'm really trying to plug my serialized novels blog.
I have 3 novels going at once, and a page for short unsorted stories.
I have only managed to snag 12 homo sapiens to peruse it so far.
Help. Please. I'm getting performance anxiety. I equate web page hits with phallic ego obsession.
=P
24 chapters across 3 books so far. 15 chapters of Space Tunnel to Asslandia.

Here is chapter 2 from book one whose working title is:
The Lo-Tech Hobo Hero and the Mysterious Conspiracy of Evil Killer Shits

The Fist
He could remember when he had found the Fist, yet he could not remember exactly when.

He remembered a time when he did not have it. Even five years ago he couldn’t remember having it.

Drunk, he was meditating. Smoking a spliff. He had the tibetan zim incense he’d splurged four bucks on and four cans of hi test left. He’d already polished off two tall cans of 8% before he’d started the six-pack. Just the way he liked it. Fuck asceticism.

In the other way of seeing he is not in a room smaller than a jail cell with no furniture, sitting on the floor, smoke curling up.

There, he is standing. It is a field. A battlefield. Bodies everywhere. Armour. Shields. Nothing is moving. The blood is dry. There are no carrion feeders or smoke. Two banners across the field hang limply down with no wind to move them. The sun is obscured by a reddish overcast extending to dark grey. His hair is very long, with string intricately woven on the ends of something like thin dreadlocks, dirty blonde.

The Fist is on his right hand. Nothing else moves as he pans his view. Rolling hills. Unfamiliar grass. He doesn’t recognize any markings. He has never been to this place in his real life, but who he is here, standing, has lived his whole life there. There is a hammer made of stone and carved wood leaning against his leg, head on the ground. There is no blood on the Hammer. He clenches the Fist and looks at it. The Fist mourns as much as he does, but he is hard, not weeping. Dry. Like the blood.

Then he is sitting in his room again, reaching for another beer. There are tears on his face, streaming into his mouth.

The Fist remains, invisible

The Christuus Gnosis Tarot Reference

I have a really great tarot reference I created using a number of decks in a massive orphalese tarot torrent. I put my 8 favourite decks in an html table with the rider waite meanings. Its pretty sweet, but I haven't converted it to any other format, like doc or pdf, because it was made for viewing on the laptop. You need to use the browser scrolling and zooming for it to work for you, so I made it in dreamweaver. If you want a copy and your email can take 39 meg attachments let me know and I'll send it to you.

 This link MIGHT work. If it does, let me know.

Innate Bisexuality and Heteronormativity - wikipedia wanderings

Innate bisexuality (or predisposition to bisexuality) is a term introduced by Sigmund Freud (based on work by his associate Wilhelm Fliess), that expounds all humans are born bisexual but through psychological development (which includes both external and internal factors) become monosexual while the bisexuality remains in a latent state.
Personally I only like about a 3rd of Freud's work. But I have always believed similarly to him about this. Since I was like 13. Straight and gay are christianized restrictions on our human sexualities. They are part of a larger christianized sexual cultural bias.
Heteronormativity is a term invented in 1991 to describe any of a set of lifestyle norms that hold that people fall into distinct and complementary genders (man and woman) with natural roles in life. It also holds that heterosexuality is the normal sexual orientation, and states that sexual and marital relations are most (or only) fitting between a man and a woman. Consequently, a "heteronormative" view is one that involves alignment of biological sex, sexuality, gender identity, and gender roles.^[1]
Monosexism is a term used to refer to beliefs, structures, and actions that promote monosexuality (either exclusive heterosexuality and/or homosexuality) as the only legitimate or right sexual orientation, excluding bisexual, asexual, pansexual, or polysexual orientations
Both gay and straight people who engage in bisexual erasure may claim that bisexuals are actually closeted homosexual people who wish to appear heterosexual,^[11] or conversely that bisexuals are heterosexuals who are experimenting with their sexuality.^[12][13][14]
A common manifestation of bisexual erasure is a tendency for bisexuals to be referred to as heterosexual when they are intimately involved with people of the opposite sex, and to be labeled as homosexual when they are involved with people of the same sex. Bisexual erasure or bisexual invisibility is the tendency to ignore, remove, falsify, or reexplain evidence of bisexuality in history, academia, the news media, and other primary sources.^[1][2] In its most extreme form, bisexual erasure can include denying that bisexuality exists.^[3][4] It is often a manifestation of biphobia, although it does not necessarily involve overt antagonism. The unique discrimination faced by bisexuals include those who say bisexuals, genderqueers and pansexuals are unsure of their true feelings, that they are experimenting or going through a "phase" and that they eventually will or should "decide" or "discover" which sex they are attracted to.^[2][3][4] While other non-heterosexual orientations may face similar situations these instances are more commonly directed to the bisexual community.

Snakes on a Plane, Hobo with a Shotgun - now: Faggot with a Revolver!

I thought up a new film idea.
Faggot with a Revolver.

Its one of those ultraviolent revenge flicks.

It starts out with a little skinny girly boy flamer whose big bear boyfriend gets beat up and robbed by a gang of rednecks.
So little flamer boy does a Taxi Driver and uses his savings to get guns.
All kinds of hilarious sequences ensue where girly boy learns how to clean his guns and use them.
He enlists his super girly fag friends to help him as bait for the thugs.
Then he uses kidnapping and torture to track down all the homo haters who beat his boyfriend up.
Buckets of fake blood pour out as he castrates each of the rednecks.
Sometimes before they are dead, sometimes after.
Lots of frightened conversations between the hunted rednecks as the homo boy racks up their buddies and they all talk about how horrifying it is to be buried with no balls.

 I swear it'll be a blockbuster, complete with copycat killings!

At the end he creates a clubhouse and forms a huge gang with hundreds of queers and they take over all the businesses owned by the redneck crime syndicate that was attacking them. In the end, the patrons are all glad the previous owners are gone and the straights and queers have a big party and live happily until the sequel when more rednecks show up and they have a mass battle between rednecks and queers with everyone on harleys (queers included) and bullets flying everywhere. The flamer boy who starts it all gets a grand 5 minute death scene full of DRAMA then gets a hero's burial by the queers who then have a statue made of him.

What do you think? Snazzy eh? 

Space Tunnel to Asslandia - Chapters 8 - 14 hot off the press from serializednovel.wordpress.com!

For your reading pleasure: Space Tunnel to Asslandia - Chapters 8 - 14 hot off the press from my serial novels website serializednovel.wordpress.com!

Chapter 1-7 are here
Chapters 1-14 complete are here

Chapter 8

In the movie adaptation, all the shit is replaced with water,
and no mention is made of the dread invasion of our butts.

It's something of a fairy tale, really.

The reality was it took literally hours to travel to our destination, and mandy never once took her eyes off my ass.

I didn't have any ass to stare at, so I was looking out the walls and ahead.
Every once in a while I would turn around. But her fascination with my butt was too unnerving.

I think that's when she fell in love with me. That first trip.
She wouldn't stop licking her lips. It was so freaky. If I ever wanted someone to lick my ass, it would not be Mandy. She had NO sense of rhythm.

Pooper looked similarly attracted to T.

T started singing. Not human singing. Our dread companions all writhed in unison. Thinking became difficult.

I blacked out for a while.

Chapter 9

The funny thing about all this is...
We were never the "Asslandia - 1" Team.

Honestly.

I didn't get any briefing on alien worlds and ass-huggers from another planet.
I didn't get a gun. I didn't get any "combat training" or diplomatic instructions.

I was SHIT-CLEANUP. So was Mandy, Smack, Pooper, even science boy.
We were in the first tunnel section to cleanup and assess the possibility of more shit coming through. and what might be necessary to deal with it. My briefing was about how we were supposed to work together when the shit reached the ceiling ventilation fans, like it did last time.

We were NOT a "highly trained earth recon team scouting possible hostile and allied forces on hostile planets through the Space Tunnel. Battling the ancient alien forces intent on inabiting human bodies through their ass."

That was the marketing shit for the movie they made 10 years later.
Minus the ass.
The movie with the big swoosh of CLEAN water, not shit, every time they use the tunnel. I'm an anthropologist or something in it, not a shit vacuumer like in real life.

Nope. Low level pooper scoopers is what we were.

Up to our knees in an alien swamp,
with no clothes on.

Chapter 10

I remember Cub Scouts.
In a small northern community. A cub scout Jamboree. Whoo hOOO!
I learned to use a hatchet and fix the wedge. 3 kids were hospitalized in separate incidents, leading to much tent talk. I actually enjoyed it a lot, but I'm a loner who likes to bushwack. It was a place of beautiful rot and decay.

It was on some northern hectares somewhere in north alberta, on a "lake". Which was actually a swamp. If you got out on it in a canoe it resembled a lake. But it was a swamp. With leeches.

Thousands of them. Suspended in the water. In the green-black murk. Lots and lots and lots of leeches. And not enough salt to deal with it in the camp. I had my stash and it was "fuck you all". Seriously. I don't like leeches, and I was a good boy scout. I was Prepared.

The swamp was beautiful and serene on top, but terrifying to touch or immerse yourself in. Terrifying. Visceral and pungent and Terrifying. There HAD to be dead bodies in something that stank that bad. We all whispered around marshmallows about who they might be.

Underneath the water was not sand, but about 2 feet of muck. Black oozy dirty rot muck with thousands of little snail shells to wiggle between your toes.

I also learned to bathe with one hand off a rock that weekend I think. Twice I stepped in the muck, and twice was enough. The canoe was cool.
The leeches definitely were not. Or the snails.

So. Alien planet. Just slid naked across the galaxy on the quest for home initiated by an ass parasite, kind of like a big dread leech. It's squirming. I'm in a bit of shock. I just had the most amazing experience of bright white light and humming, the gorgeous capsule transference mechanism that somehow transports me and I am forever in love with it. Like the Tasp of Nessus it has entranced me and I think I am in love with a space capsule. Seriously. Damn I wish I could have taken it home after those years.

Reality kicks in. The capsule is no more. The white light recedes to darkness. The beautiful fuzzy warmth becomes slimy clammy and cold. Like The Swamp.

I'm up to my upper thigh in something like water but slightly more viscous.
The "ground" beneath is like the swamp I just described. Something like small snail is everywhere throughout a thicker earthy granular ooze, 2 feet up my leg.

On an alien planet.

I'm hunched over, then suddenly, I realize, I've let my ass and balls into something that I don't know is even water, it extends all around me, and I can't see cause it's a dim red evening light with fog.

And my ass was in this swamp goo. The "water" looks black in the light. It's slimey. I thought of leeches and stood up straight. Everyone did the same, in a small group. We all had hard-ons again from the Transfer Joy dammit. Then everybody groaned.

6 small splooshes occurred in the silence.

As I grew accustomed to the light I wondered if everyone else had shot their load in that moment when we were finally free of the ass invaders. It really had topped off the Transfer Joy nicely. IMHO

Gradually it became clear. T had the biggest deal obviously, and he had hit Pooper in the eye. Science boy was standing behind Pooper with a very happy smile turning to disorientation and I couldn't see the end of his dick. Which oddly didn't disturb me, it seemed "cute" at the time. Smack was in front of Pooper and had got him in the chest. I had been standing up while Mandy was leaning forward to reach for me to stabilize herself . I had hit her straight on the tit, while watching the the dread lord literally fly out of her ass into the swamp as my sight returned. It did a flip in the air and a wriggle. Then sploosh!

Everyone stood up. The capsule and the Tunnel were 100 feet behind us, dimly lit.

I HAD to get out of the goop. fast. I slogged toward the Tunnel. I was naked and thinking of crocodile like things or worse. I had no salt for leeches. I really was not Prepared.

Everyone followed. I heard science boy tell Pooper not to use the goop to wash off with, as it might be contaminated. I looked down. I seemed clear and evaporating almost like water, but who knows what kind of horrible alien parasitic infection I could have festering. I wanted a shower.

Oddly enough, my butt felt sterile compared to my outer body at the moment. Like it had been luufa'd on the inside.

I remembered how clean it was in the capsule, so that's where I headed.

Do you remember Something About Mary? The hair thing?

Mandy is walking beside me, because she's waaay faster and bigger than me, she's looking down at me, and my splurge is sproinging back and forth off the end of her nipple with each step before finally making a wet splat and sticking to her torso and lower boob. She doesn't notice. Her eyes are glittering.

Capsule, Capsule, please let me inside!

Chapter 11

After the harrowing realization that I had exposed my genitals and ass to an alien liquid swamp goo, and the subsequent realization that , yes, this was infinitely more icky than anything that had happened before during the last 4 hours, I did, at that moment consider psychological counseling. Unfortunately I was never able to get ANYONE to believe what really happened after they made that pathetic family content propaganda movie.

Seriously. Alien mindcontrolling ass-dreadlocks? Nope. I was shit out of luck and gave up within 2 months of being back on earth.

That was 3 years from this moment, on an alien swamp planet, naked, with Lt. "Something About" Mandy standing goofily but strangley soft and "vulnerable" looking in the reddish "moonlight. Like that red version of She-Hulk, but with googly eyes all glinting red.

I am scared. Literally. I feel Filthy with a capital F. Alien goop on my balls. My ass was in there. The capsule liquid had seemed pristine to whatever we were just in. Something roared about 20 ft away. My average white boy weiner had gone full turtle and sucked himself right up to where he was well hidden behind my balls. I'm not a "show-er", that's for sure. Mandy really scared me and she kept staring at my private bits which at this time were trying to be covert. I would have personally had a hard time finding my dick at this moment so I don't know what she was thinking, and the idea of her huge steroid driven frame entertaining thoughts larger than those contained in a children's primer was literally making me want to piss myself. Which would have been straight ahead as I couldn't grab mr. turtle to aim I'm sure.

I quickly turn my attention to the glowing blue capsule, now on its side.

Chapter 12

So Mandy is staring at me all infatuated, Science Boy Mickey is getting a visible boner staring at Pooper's ass, Pooper was looking at T like he was some sort of African Love God arisen to save him, and Smack obviously was in loooooove with Mandy.

If I had known, at that very moment,that this is the way it would be through most of the next 3 years, including the NAKED part, I probably would have pulled out a vein with my own teeth right then and there.

Hindsight, of course, isn't reality.

Mandy was conspicuously right behind me as I moved to the front of the capsule. I couldn't reach the spot that T had rubbed. Mandy picked me up, like Arnie or something, and very gently put me to the side and tried.

I was so scared. Seriously. I got picked up and gently put aside by Amazon Shit Cleanup Woman from earth.
I was so glad she didn't have all her guns. She REALLY liked guns.

Everyone that could reach rubbed the dildo capsule firmly under the tip.
Which was everyone but me and Pooper.
T picked up Pooper so he could rub it.
Pooper looked sooo happy in that moment. Wow.
Mandy picked me up again and actually put me on her shoulders like a 5 year old.
My balls were against the back of her neck. She had a tattoo of a skull with a snake running through its eyes and a couple of wings of fire. That's what I saw before my balls made a satisfying but painful smack against it. Mr. Turtle burrowed deeper. I rubbed the tip of the capsule.

Nothing.

Mandy walked over to the Tunnel orifice. She was looking for a red button and finger thing. My ass was at everyone's eye level and my balls were smooshed against She Hulk's neck. At least she was carrying me very smoothly.

There wasn't any light anymore, but the Tunnel was on a little soft sand island only 100 feet in diameter around the orifice. Behind it was sheer rock wall. I just got pooped out onto an alien beach and I wanted a shower sooo bad.

Here, the button was on the wall. It wasn't lit up like at home. There was a hole in the wall beside it but none of us would touch that until we were sure we could make the Rinse Cycle go. Naked in alien goo was bad enough, but naked in that shit we had been shoveling back on earth would have been...

I couldn't even imagine. None of us could. We would NOT stick our fingers in that hole for ANYTHING.

Chapter 13

Hours later I woke up. Many hours later.
I felt so much better for having slept. Even though I was being squished against the wall by Mandy's massive frame. I had a tiny crack between her boobs to breathe through. A couple of times that night she had shifted and cut off my air supply through the crack.

I was NOT strong enough to move She-Hulk. I almost died in her arms that night, literally.
Suffocating to death by boob seems like a nice way to go, but believe me, suffocation is suffocation.

The Horror.

I wake up sometimes in a sweat from that. I felt so helpless. I never let her pin me against a wall again.
I can't say she never pinned me again. Just not against a wall.

OK there was that one time when the Dread Lords had me shackled with my face to a wall, but I choose to forget that right now. It was too weird. I can't believe she did that...

Chapter 14

It seemed a bit longer than a night on Earth. We slept hard. Every time I woke up I had a facefull of solid muscle-tits. It was better than being eaten by a crocodile thing, but not by much. I had to pee about halfway through the night. 6 hours of holding my pee while having an immense immobile she-beast pressing her 6-pack pelvis into my bladder.

As I said, The Horror.

The reddish light grew and the fog stayed. Almost in unison people began grunting awake. Mandy awoke fast, like a good little soldier girl, and apparently had to use my lower abdomen to push herself up. I wanted to just let er rip, the pain was so bad, but I just made a slightly feminine squeek and groaned in relief when she stood up. I ran to the waterline I had previously run from and pissed for a long time. Other people apparently had been able to go throughout the night. It's amazing how good a piss can feel sometimes.

Freed from my nightmare flesh bondage and fresh from my pee break I look around the nothingness. Monkey draws a blank. Nada. There is jack shit for tools anywhere. Capsule in goo about 30 feet away, surrounded by misty fog shit thats kinda yellowish. Reddish light, no visible disc so high cloud but no low cloud formations, red sky, warm, for about 20-30 feet around the Tunnel orifice there is no mist. reddish sand with black pebbles. Orifice, dead Rinse Cycle button, Fingerhole, and wall.

6 naked people. Pretty clean but naked. Butt naked. Nothing.

No light on the capsule, no light on the button. Birdlike animal screeches and low rumbling roars with splashes not too far away. Mr. Turtle goes back to hide.

Our Predicament is about as messed up as it could be.

I hear a hungry roar in the swamp. My stomach growls. I have zero ideas and am not at all confident in any of my companions having ideas. If there is no Deus Ex Machina, we are probably fucked.

Macguyver'd in the ass - mullings on mullets and military mind manipulations

Remember that crappy '70's series that tried to be serious with the red/green duct tape crap?

I remember it well. That guy was my hero for a bit when I was like 12 or so.
He was never as cool as Kirk or Mr. Spock, or even the 6 Million dollar man, but we ran home to watch it.

Years later I see him. Tooling around in his fancy sports car.
I'm pretty disgusted.

Imagine this scenario.
You meet a childhood hero. Someone who fought the "bad" guys.
Maybe you even had a mullet or something like him.
So you meet him.
He asks you to let him pay you back if you'll use your credit card to buy lunch.

He then proceeds to use your card to pay for $600 of food and beer, and while you're taking a piss he uses it to buy himself 2 plane tickets back to his place, then leaves with the girl you came with.

That's how I feel about Macguyver.

I remember a smirking poser asshole with a snazzy sports car zooming up,
making me pull my dog back from the curb.
He HAS to drive in front of me. Its important.
So he can get out a good smirk.

Its too hot of a day to spit and get him.

That's the funny thing about the human psyche. We mix these fictional characters of morally righteous military propaganda with the reality that actors are just greedy backstabbing humans like everyone else. Maybe more so.

He's part of the propaganda. I remember how scared we were of those terrorists.
We should have been terrified of MacGuyver. He was the one fucking with our little heads, trying to make us believe that he or anyone else gave a shit about justice.

Really he's an american spy. Honestly. A foreign shit disturber CIA mouthpiece with a mullet that he then traded in for a buzz cut.

We all lapped it up.

I think its hilarious. Arnie as guvernator, Reagan, years of American presidencies ruled by the media. Ruled by their own spies and gangsters, feeding us stories only they want to hear and fucking up our local cultures.

I really wish I could have got up a spit. It was just too dry and surreal.

I wonder why no one ever gets charged with espionage. We all know there are a few thousand american operatives and "retired" rangers chilling in Canada. Yet we never arrest any of them. I wonder what CSIS is doing sometimes about that.

Oh. Right.

To CSIS I'm probably considered a greater threat to Canada than an american actor with military ties who's made 25+ years of military propaganda here. Funny. So fucking funny.

Socialists are more dangerous than American PsyOps to the boys and girls in Canadian "Intelligence".

I was thinking of previous centuries of colonialism. The rich conquerors would set up vacation properties and regardless of how the population felt about them, they flocked to be their servants, because it was better wages working for the masters. Well fed slaves get used to watching non compliant ones die mercilessly.

That's just the way it is.

Soma/Haoma

So this is a "thesis" of mine.
A theory.
The yoga dudes who meditated in the hot desert extolled the virtues of a drink they called Soma or Haoma.

Nobody knows for sure what it was because it didn't have a recipe.
I believe that I know what the actual drink was
back then.

Like 4k years ago sorta or even more

I believe it was a form of giant ephedra grass grown in northern Afghanistan at the time, a tribe in that area would make well known clay jars, and fill them with the milk made from bashing the giant ephedra stalks on rocks with stones.

The juice then sat a bit, then was transported by camel down the trading route that ran south to india at the time. So it travelled in sealed jars for about 2-3 weeks, then sat at the other end for a while before being sold.

So the ephedra juice at this time had aged by about 2 months and had fermented. It was then drank slowly and allowed to continue fermenting by the end user.

This is the key ingredient that was lost in time, the fermenting of the milk over time.

So it would up your heart rate significantly, and have psychoactive properties.

Because ephedra milk can get psychoactive like mushrooms if its fermented.

That's my grand theory of the origins and recipe of a great entheogen known and regarded highly through history.

It is holy to shivaites and many other cultures as well.
I think with good reason.

While I'm at it.
Got some mungy tasting magic mushrooms?
The best way to eat them is to put them in one of those small coffee grinders with enough hot chocolate for a cup or two, and throw a couple of raw coffee beans in there, only like 2-3.

grind it up and make magical hot chocolate!

Goodbye CBC radio 3

I guess they don't have enough IT people in the union shop at cbc radio 3
They changed their website makeup and deleted all the profiles
So you can't listen to my songs on there anymore.
Oh Well.
Guess I'll have to figure out something else.
That took me a lot of time to upload those songs.

The Green Man

If you look at old European architecture and imagery
especially those influenced by the Celtic tribes
you see a recurrence of images of a face appearing from leaves

It's called a Green Man in modern language


An all pervasive symbol, where it can be found
it is often described incorrectly by anthropologists and theologians

In christianized religions,
people "worship" a god
They kneel and prostrate

And basically Grovel

Which is uncool

Not like I'm hip to cool
but I don't grovel or serve
and neither did people who practised the art of

The Green Man

These people did not "pray" to the green man
That is not his/her purpose or way

Because the Green Man/Woman
Is yourself

the observer of the stone image or drawing

From christian perspective
thinks that it is an icon of their "worship"

Worship is a subservience

people who have meditated
and transformed themselves
into the Green Man/Green Woman
don't "serve"

How would you "serve" your Self?

This ancient practice has never stopped being practiced
yet there are very few reasonable descriptions of it

First of all
Trees don't talk much
If they do
they talk
Slowly

So reading yapping sports number games
don't really work if your Goal is to Transform into a Tree

It’s a quiet, drink some tea or have a vodka/wine/ beer
sip or have a toke
relax and breathe
sort of thing

it helps if you've done any yoga or meditations involving chakra visualization

Its easier if you take the time to slow down your heart rate
and slow your thinking down
think Delta
slow

It's easier if you have a partner
not necessarily in the same room or place
and for some reason
it's a bit easier with a Green Man/Green Woman polarity
but really
anyone you love who's also interested in this practice can work together

sex doesn't have to be involved

It often is but doesn’t have to be
but intimate connections with another Green Man/Woman
helps the process

So
once you've slowed down
place yourself in a chair, standing, or sitting yoga style
it doesn't matter
but Roots go Down and Branches go Up
right?

Try it
keeping in mind that it’s a Personal Transformation
You don't see the Green Man

You Become him/her with your partner/s.
Its a base Transformation that is common in most northern bloodlines.

you might get dizzy

People have actually puked doing it
many millions of times throughout history
seriously

And you might feel like you have a flue and are messed up for a couple weeks
because your mind and its connected systems went through a Personal Transformation
that affects body chemistry

You might become clumsy or susceptible to suggestion for a few days or longer

Being a Tree makes your glands and senses fire off
and affects how you view the world
whether that is useful to you or not is completely up to you

It doesn't give instruction
or speak to you

You don't pray "to" it
you become it

My last Old Yoda tip:
its a try without actively "trying"
sort of thing
you have to get a bit trancy

Millions of people were slaughtered by men with crosses
for practicing this Path of The Green Man

and still are
today
because it's "not a religion"

It's a Spiritual Belief and meditational practice
That is still persecuted by christian administrations
and any organization or system run primarily by members of a Lodge.




Did this help you?
This article/story?
Did it help You on your particular Path?

Did you Know this before?
What is a new age book or magazine worth?
I think you might get more out of this than a magazine
if you really give it a try

I didn't charge you for it.
I'm not a beggar
never have been
So maybe donate some coffee or tobacco money
so I can sit under a Tree
and have a coffee and a smoke
or a beer
and be a Tree

Most people put at least a few coins in the bucket
if they learn something from it

there is a reason
for tobacco
being an offering
but that's another story to tell

"They're all whores"

I had an uncle who used to say "They're all whores",
He said it a lot and it always tweaked my Political Correctness meter.

20 years later, I begin to agree with him.

for cars money houses security comfort
anyone you love can be bought
or turned
hundreds of times I've seen it.

I guess I might as well become a fucking pimp
because there are no Hearts of Gold
and love is just a measure of how fat your wallet is
these days.

Prove me wrong before you mouth off
because I didn't reach that conclusion lightly.

A lot of materialistic cunts drove it home
time and time and time again.

I used to get so offended when he said it.
I was so offended.

over and over and over and over I watch them
not believing me because I am poor
fucking the king's sons

hypocrite cunts of bullshit
Trained by the telly and the radio
to be material girls
no car no job no house no cunt

It's all about the surface these days
not about the center or the heart.

call me an asshole, I don't care
it's about the surface

and you all would rather believe I'm a liar and that I deserve to have nothing
so fuck you.

suck the King's sons dicks and you'll have more
and I'll take my cut

because nothing matters but money and power
and there is no justice or truth here.

Over and over and over
he said it.

I thought he was was crazy, back then
now I see
he was right

and the christians were the worst o them
making sure they had someone to "split costs" with
like compensated dating

A world full
of programmed whores

don't like what I'm saying?

suck my c o c k
and I'll rub the back of your neck
while you suck

Out of the frying pan and into The Kettle: Did you know you can sue the poverty pimps personally?

I'm probably going to separate this into 2 articles in a day or so
but It works to build it as one article first, since it's all related.
So it will be 2 articles, one about How to Sue the Poverty Pimps /9and anyone else you need to sue) with only yourself to rely on, and the other will be about the Kettle and other poverty pimps, and how they siphon money and give out the bare minimum to make massive profits under the aegis of "charity"

Robert Cooper -> Anna Cooper -> The Kettle -> T4

Can you sue the poverty pimps personally?

I always thought you needed a lawyer to sue in Supreme Court.
Apparently, 80% of people who take an individual or organization to litigation in the Supreme court do so unrepresented by anyone but themselves.
(It's actualy the same in criminal proceedings in Canada - No representation for the poor against the rich or the state and its agents = no real equality of "justice")

Courts don't REALLY care about the Truth or about Justice
They care about who files the paperwork properly
so that's what you need to do
file the paperwork properly

It doesn't really help to go to the Law Society,
They are owned and operated by the same organization that owns and operates more than 3/4 of the poverty pimps in B.C.
The same "criminal" organization.
Runs the Law society out of the university.
And PIVOT.
So They won't help you, if you were ripped off by the scam.
At all. You'll have to DIY. I'll show you how

These are the poverty pimps owned by the same angelic criminal organization that I would personally like to sue. Together. As a unit. Because they are all from the same "family".

And the MHSD has clear links to them through their provincial union.
That's why they get the poverty pimp contracts
over and over

Its a big family that I'm related to, and I'm pissed at it because its full of redneck idiot aunties and uncles, fat from the nepotist trough, full of their stupid fucking redneck shit about "living the right way". Racist, dumb, anti-poor, homophobic throwbacks to an age of neanderthalic monkey wars, cluthing their bling crosses and pissing themselves over a glowing neon cross of colonialist bullshit.
Uncle Sams's favourites. Fucking up everyone's shit and fucking Canada too as we all make excuses for their genocidal idiocy. The wife beating smuggler drunks that hate stoners fags and hippies.

It's a great laugh for them to suck up the gov't handouts
because they spend so little on their "clients"

Ignorant dumb things with a working scam that gordo gave them to suck on for their great work in social cleansing through charity

Anyway. we'll start with The Kettle, first, because I think my whole community should sue them for what their pulling. They are fucking up Grandview-Woodlands more than the moronic junkies that the misguided do gooders feed daily.

If you don't like what you're reading
grip your panties tight
cause its only a WIP right now...
It will get worse.

Brazil bans the genital mutilation of children and adolescents, Canada continues with 3000+ genital mutilations per year

Exactly as the title says.
look it up.
Brazil bans the genital mutilation of children and adolescents,
Canada continues with 3000+ genital mutilations per year.
And since they are not adults
Canadian infants, children, and young people are not given the right of informed consent, access to records of the mutilations, or the right to sue for trauma/malpractice/loss of feeling/sterility. You don't have those rights until you are 18 in Canada. Seriously.
Europe thinks its barbaric too.
Pretty funny eh?
Some redneck's having a good laugh.

What is really so fucked up with calvinism, martinism, and eternal virginity?

Ok, so I'm somehow surfing into the wikipedia on Calvinism, one of the various sects of xtianity

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Calvinism#Five_points_of_Calvinism

I'm reading this shit, and I'm thinking,

What?

Is this a real belief system? Is that current thought somewhere?

They BELIEVE that?

Wow. That is fucked up. The victim deserves their fate as preordained by god that they should suffer, before they were born of course, all predetermined. It's a very unforgiving creed.

Wow. People built universities around it.

It's even more astounding to read this!:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Perpetual_virginity_of_Mary

So apparently after popping out Jesus, her pussy closed back up and she never had sex with Joseph again.

Wait a sec. Did she EVER have sex with Joseph then? Virgin before/virgin after = no fun for Joe.

That's really messed up and indicative of many xtian marriages at the same time.

Just proves you can pile shit high when you pack it down.

You can ornament the facade well but it washes away.

xtian sects are so weird in their extremes. Take the wealthy Martinists.

They believe that the fall of man from grace is due to the actions of the "fallen angels" breeding with humans about 6000 - 11000 years ago. So their whole religious doctrine is based on the hunting and killing of the children of the elohim. Which would be anyone intersex or "hermaphroditic".

They are one of the richest trinitarian cults in the world, and they still practice this belief. To the point of methodically planned murder. They don't really go all ritual sacrifice on an altar or anything, not usually, its more like one of those standard religious burn the "born evil" person, they aren't living the "right way" and must suffer for their "sins".

I guess if your a "warrior of gawd" you can be the stupidest person in the world, a literal puppet, but all your actions will be "righteous" because sinners must suffer. Seen a few of those idiot fuckers around.

"Are you a muslim?" one asks me. I didn't bother to try talking philosophy with him. Why does he say that to me? Because I don't think the brown people blew up the twin towers, I think white people did. Generals/gangsters and mercenaries for hire. A 2.1 Trillion dollar heist. They just threw the brown people at it to make it look good. That and his crew has a lot of rapists and babyfuckers in it, so I thought is piety was perhaps misplaced. Raping in the name of the lord. I believe its been done to death.

Don't like it? Different from what YOU believe? Suck my stick.

No, I am obviously not a muslim buddy. A violent pagan animist maybe. Or some twisted form of atheist buddhism. I don't believe in your god gangster boy. The gold bling cross and the piece don't add up motherfucker. Hypocrite and illiterate hood. Bite me.

Is everyone born into sin? The calvinists think so too don't they?

Hmm. Born bad. Hmm. Guess there's no avoiding fate then, must become an asshole, there's no other choices. Hmmm.

I think Hel is actually a place where souls are happy. Honestly. The whole concept got perverted by the Romans about 2000 years ago. They still run the catholics. The Norse version of Hel isn't evil, except to christians and their ilk. Even the Jewish people are confounded by the christians and their hell crap, to them Sheol doesn't have a negative aspect, it just holds souls.

Who am I to judge,

I thought Ayne Raynd was a fascist capitalist mouthpiece of thieves and LaVey has played the biggest mindfuck joke since Crowley. Interestingly he started in a house in Germany.

Everyone else seems to adore their eugenically modified capitalist apologetics bullshit.

Swarming packs of opinionless hedonists with herpes.

I'm bored.

Anyway.

Flaherty wants to mouth off the chinese for crushing christians along with everyone else.

I think he needs to look in his own back yard. There are many extremist christian cults in canada, and many of them are even laundering organized crime money. Criminals, thieves, murderers, hiding in plain sight, you just have to wear your suit on sunday, sing, and smile. Then you can get away with ANYTHING.

The same shit is happening here, Mr. Flaherty, just since it's YOUR enemies, it's ok, huh?

If they are going to have full access to our phones and internet, shouldn't everyone get to know what congregation/gang everyone else is in?

There's not any specific point to this article,

except an examination of some fucked up beliefs

and a cathartic need to ramble somewhat viciously and haphazardly...

My building lost power as I was writing some of this.

Makes me think of John Varley's Persistence of vision.

Medical Extortion and "Protection" Rackets - The college of physicians protects who?

I was at the Commercial Drive Medical Clinic.

To get my dose of McMedicine in B.C. once again.

The hernia is killing me.

The knee is too

but hernias can

necrotize

So I'm sitting before the 9th doctor in 5 years.

And Dr. Mah REALLY doesn't want me as a patient.

As per the resurrected T4 program, she got a call, or someone paid a visit to her

after my first visit.

This is what happens when I go to the doctor.

She owes me, however.

Because her clinic is where, 4-5 years ago, Dr. Donald Cooper, started screwing me over, with his buddies Dr. Brown and Dr. Calvert, and nurse Anna Cooper.

Nurse Patti Zettel, Dr. Sakakibara, I wonder if they are all buds

Birds of a feather protected by policies of studious indifference

My hernia is literally going to kill me

do I figure she owes me

or her clinic does

some real medical care

What I get instead is one of the most patronizing, disrespectful, and just plain ignorant displays of attempted psych fuck idiocy I've encountered in a LONG time. I've actually read a lot of psychology textbooks. It really hard to mindfuck with me when I'm paying attention.

Like now.

Before I went to Dr. Mah, 3 months ago, I tried down the street at the Il Mercato clinic, a "Carepoint" one. Within 2 minutes of me sitting down in the waiting room, a huge tattooed meat robot in biker duds appears

pristine white sling on his arm

pretending to be waiting

doesn't talk to the clerk

pays a lot of attention to me

I just watched Valhalla Rising

So I'm imagining myself as one eye

now, as I remember him

big trees just fall harder

I had no axe then

but I'm sure I had something

I was waiting patiently for him

actually

I was expecting

the dude

or someone very like him

That doctor takes ten minutes to see me

he had to talk

to the "dude" first

and he brushes me off in less than 5 minutes

So I wonder how hard Dr. Mah is trying

I wonder whether it was a "dude" or a Dr. Cooper/Brown

That spoke to her between my 1st and second visits

But her I am talking to her on a Saturday afternoon

recording our conversation

because I know where it's going

Dr. Mah later that day will cite me with a mental health order to the police

and I spend 2 days in jail

and 3 hours being "grilled" at St. Paul's

which, as an aside, is Catholic, and I am NOT a catholic

so since I had to walk home in sweats from St. Paul's 2.5 days later

all they gave me was a bus ticket, not even a sandwich

So

I will transcribe the conversation with Dr. Mah for you

and post a link to the audio

word for word

as it was as I expected that Saturday

in Dr. Coopers's former office

The Extortion of the Medical profession

coercion

to follow prescribed methods

of service denial

its much easier if you just accept

this unrelated label

we could get you in there

so much sooner

if you just sign here

and say what we want you to

and forget about your own desires

and needs

Truth is secondary to the comfort of the

"professionals"

"...firstly, the concept of reasonable foreseeability of harm; secondly, the claimant and the defendant being in a relationship of proximity; and thirdly, and more loosely, it being fair, just and reasonable to impose liability on the defendant for his/her careless actions. .."

WIP

This is what its all about:

And this: (transcription soon)

An ILL Legal and Abusive Process...

I wrote this as I was getting ready for "court" a couple months ago.

But we all know there is no real justice here

I must submit "income verification"

for Legal Aid

survival is grim

but I don't have a bus ticket

food is at a minimum

so I'll sleep on it a couple days

until I get my "you were late, bad dog!" subsistence check

I sit in my filthy white box

contemplating cleaning it

unenthusiastically

remembering that the cell I had

was bigger than what I "LIVE" in here in East Van

and the cell

had a toilet

unlike my living cubicle in the "world"

I would like to believe I could Trust the "legal system"

But unfortunately,

Truth takes a backseat to process

as long as the motions are gone through

everything gets stamped

Personally, I expect more.

I expect more due diligence

investigation, questions, a search for the truth in a messy situation

what I experience is more

neglect, indifference, and procedural slight of hand

So I'll defend myself in the written word, here

so you can be the Judge

McMedicine meets McLaw

Its not very healthy

for anyone

Stay tuned for details

you can ruminate over

when you're bored

Abuse of Process as a form of maliciously instigated duress against a person often using unwitting 3rd agents to apply the distress based on 9fictitious, fabricated, or simply malicious documents or orders that instigate enforcement an assessment procedures.

Defamation

Fiduciary

Tort of Outrage

Damages

What is "Fair"?

Fraud

Extortion

The Cost of Disclosure

Beating Dead Horses

Just don't bother...

Holy internet censor-shit !

Wow. I've been censored. Cool.

That's why I keep a blog mirror, and so should you.

Maybe a few, in the coming years.

Someone didn't like my article on ass sects.

I think it was because I said ass sex increases telepathic abilities in humans.

It was sort of a joke. Sort of. Honestly, there are some weird occult books...

I didn't link to any porno material,

so I don't know why they wiped the whole article.

I just referenced the wikipedia about Bible Black episode #4.

I don't think I put the wikipedia image of pegging in there,

but if I did, it is a Creative Commons educational material image.

I think they use it for sex education, that picture.

and besides, why not just whack the picture of the happy miscreants

why delete the whole article?

In Canada, a drawing of a woman with a dildo on is not pornography,

It is pornographic if it has an erect male penis or a full view of the penis.

But that isn't a penis. It's too purple. Can't you tell?

It's a piece of semisoft rubbery textured synthetic material covered in lube and strapped on to a determined looking young woman.

I'm sure she didn't stick that to him on short notice.

He looks prepared for it.

She probably even fed him the fruit salad, smoothie, AND paid for the movie.

I bet she even got him drunk and paid for breakfast too.

That's why she's on top.

So I don't know who objected. Why?

She looks a bit intense, I know, maybe that's what scared them off.

I was scared...for a sec.

=P

perhaps they should see their sinful ways and get right with jesus...

Just don't show those two in the pegging article a picture of jesus

while they're doing that there,

it will probably give them even more sinful thoughts.

He's pretty with that all that radiant halo shit going down.

That's it! I have a project, to make a version of that picture with a radiant halo jesus floating in the air above the man's head. That would be funny. No one could mistake that for anything but satire.

It no longer appears on wordpress though, sadly. My Ass Sects article.

If it doesn't return I'll make a permanent Ass Sects page maybe and watch if that gets whacked by the winston memory hole whack a mole bots.

I'm really surprised it's the wordpress blog not the blogger one.

The way I see it, if Bill Hicks, David Cross, Dennis Leary, William Burroughs, Alex Ginsberg, and John Giorno, etc. can have audio and video material streaming off of you tube or posted on ubuweb, then WTF...what words could I type in what paragraphs that would top their previous beautiful, dirty, twisted publicly spoken and published "obscenities"?

millions of hard core porn sites in the world

I get censored for putting a public license wikipedia image of a cartoon depiction that doesn't include penetration.

Go figure.

Pangloss

Pangloss [ˈpænglɒs] n: a person who views a situation with unwarranted optimism [after Dr Pangloss, a character in Voltaire's Candide (1759)]



You can find this book for a loonie because it was common curricula.

Best loonie you'll spend this year.

If you like to read on paper.

Jungle women with real gorilla boyfriends, an escape from the stake after being tried by the inquisition, a bro story about the absurdity of optimism in a world perpetually pillaging itself. Syphilis and puns in abundance.

I couldn't even touch the other hundred or so absurd

but somehow reasonable events.

Like Narcissus and Goldmund but less dark and somehow,

Optimistic.

And it's honestly very funny.

I'll have a refill.

Christy Clark's new Poverty Plan: Forced relocation to remote minimum wage labour camps

I can't believe that no one has actually sat down with this woman and discussed the practices of a certain 1940's dictator and their similarity to this plan she espouses. From the pages of the metro and 24 I read it aghast. A fjnord screaming silently from uncle sams mouthpiece of media filtration.

Or maybe she could sit patiently and listen to a chain smoking asian elder and hear about forced labour and relocation, B.C. style. They got away with it before for years. Always a good reason for forced cheap labour.

The real estate market always digs relocation strategies.

Christy, if your government is in financial trouble, its because Gordo and his boyz siphoned too much off...before he went to his new job in Britain, payment for getting every British Columbian's personal medical records shifted to a company 2 miles from cia headquarters. Great job Gordo, have an MI-6 cigar.

Maybe send Christy one to smoke surreptitiously around a windy corner while she fucks us all over again.

Let's see, what are you going for?

Iron Christy? Chrome? Weathered Aluminum?

Give her a mace covered in the gore of unresponsive slaves that limped too laconically through their serfdom. Her face cleansed in the soap of dead peasants and other social parasites.

Pores filled with fatty off colored foundations, crumbling...

You want to save money on services to the poor?

Stop paying 70% of the cash flow to the rich organized crime poverty pimps that were doing lots of Gordos T4 dirty work, give more actual money to the poor and make sure that everyone on welfare has the following:

1. Full heallthcare.

Temporary disability for surgeries and recovery time to make sure that we don't have poor people limping and gasping as they try to be good slaves for their subsistence wages. Enough of the continual medical need disqualifications.

Cover everything. If their brains aren't scrambled, fix up their knees, arthritis, elbows, eyes, feet, debilitating warts, whatever. No BS, which is what's happening now. People can't work with damaged bodies. If it can be fixed it should be fixed, body and mind. Cover the physical therapy, cover everything and get them healthy first, then they can be more effective slaves for your rich friends and our rich friendly southern neighbors.

Give them glasses. Fix their teeth. Remove their moles, warts, corns.

Everyone will be better off. Everybody. We are losing sight of what medicine must be for our evolution as a species. Corporate pay-to-live medical extortion is not the way, our brothers and sisters down south illustrate that perfectly in painful statistics of suffering and bankruptcy.

2. Let people on welfare make up to $500. That plus welfare is enough for a person to gradually get going. Its still less than a foreign refugee gets in Canada, but its a start. It gives people a motivation.

Get this. I tried to do a weekends work about a 2+ years ago.

I worked a 19 hour day, starting at 7 a.m., walked there from the park I was sleeping in, about 25 blocks. Had no food or money on the isolated site. Worked hard, did a great job, saved the presentation basically from a bungling superior co-worker, hurt my knee and hernia consistently all day, left the site having NO FOOD. Waited 4 hours nearby without shelter sleeping a bit. Came back to take apart the setup I had helped build, tore my knee up bad doing some loading that I specifically told the other crew I couldn't do, but did it, in pain.

Walked "home" to sleep in the park. Hurt. Had no money or food after busting my ass. I tore the knee so it was swollen for almost a week. It hurt longer than that because I was constantly moving with a pack, living outside.

Waited 2 weeks, starving. Got paid $180. Ate, bought some things, relaxed, still hurting.

next week

I get a $50 welfare check - for the month.

So I worked, in pain, starving, for free, and then had nothing for a month

in far more pain than if I had not tried to be a good citizen.

But, really, if you ask people. I'm just"lazy".

3. Replace the "client assistance workers" in MHSD offices with welfare recipients working for their $500. The union workers are making $20+/hr.

It's a lot cheaper to use the welfare recipients. No more dour well paid yuppie bitches sucking the public teat while pissing little trickles into the mouths of the poor, after making them grovel and squirm for their pittances. Gets rid of that massive public service pension plan headache from now on too.

Most people don't realize that we, as a society, pay more for the wages of the 8-10 people per office on the other side of the $50,000 of recently installed glass and metal barricades than we pay for all of the wretched filthy poor with their hands out for a minimum starting point that stand in that office and take their yuppie abuse. Staring at fat gold rings and ostentatious necklaces while we grovel beneath their mocking iron gaze. Why don't I get to look at another person in the same position doing the minor administrative tasks.

Makes a lot more sense, really.

4. FREE TRANSIT for welfare recipients. That way they can actually access all of your decentralized or over centralized service bungles and poverty pimp enclaves. Then they actually could get on a bus and go do work somewhere else in the city on fairly short notice, and get home, and go back the next day. Then they could get their human gathering needs done in a few hours instead of WALKING AND WALKING.

You could just chain them in a visible spot and make them pick embedded rocks for our amusement. It would be about as pleasant as watching someone with nothing hobble long distances to jump through administrative hoops. Bloody feet and fingers will make them see the error of their ways...

5. Give everyone on welfare a phone. Every MHSD client services representative repeats the mantra of please take this number and call there to make an appointment and don't bother me with your requests because we only accept appointments over the phone.

I don't know HOW MANY job offers I missed pushing that cart around to garbage bins for food. Or sleeping in a bush. I could have been getting calls.

I think it decreases social isolation as well. The ability to communicate and co ordinate. It would cost you like 5 bucks a phone or less in that kind of bulk order, and the unlimited minutes could be bought in bulk.

Then they could actually take care of their own business better and maybe get going. You could keep tabs on them with gps too, that should satisfy your backers.

6. Get with the New Millenium. The glorious 21st century.

We have this thing called email.

For some reason, after more than 25 years, our government has yet to implement email communication between citizens and government fiduciary agents.

Can she do it.

Most multinational corporations have managed to do it securely for a while.

Communication that is.

7. Go one better. Give everyone on welfare a phone and a govt paid internet acct that is capped at 150k or something miserable and wretched like that.

If they use their govt internet service to make the connection it can have a vpn function of some kind.

We have modern technology now.

If the bandwidth is bought in bulk it would cost less than the physical offices.

It actually costs everyone less if someone can log in to fill out their form that everyone has to fill out. Why can I not fill out the form online

We actually do have the technology.

The dark ages implementation can be upgraded safely now I think.

Doom will not occur if people can email or skype an interview with an MHSD worker.

OMG - imagine

you could even arm them with ministry netbooks

an army of eager to work meatrobot slaves would rise from the gloomy despair of subsistence to applaud your queenly rise to benificent fame and glory.

Ahem. Hack. Pfftht. Splat.

what was I saying? free computers for the poor with chips that securely link them to government communication and services?

Would solve a lot of communication problems and ridiculous walking exercises endured by already tired humans.

You say itès not possible, I say there were no gas stations when there were only 3 cars in a town.

8. Increase libraries and open internet access. Information and communications gets kids out of poor conditions, not team sports or multimillion dollar sports arenas. That makes good robots.

Make libraries a secure place to fill out any MHSD or taxes or other government document. Every library machine could make a secure tunnel, and if you invest in cams on monitors in libraries then a visual identification could be made, even in a place with no talking.

9. Accept the burden of transient humanity in a larger country and stop trying to affect policies of forced displacement. Use the opposite approach.

Instead of giving organized crime a couple hundred million across the province to build a small number of units that will then be managed privately.

Think bigger and smaller at the same time.

You have in the lower mainland, almost 3000 homeless people permanently.

There's always been about that many, for 20+ years

So instead of building apartments for 30 at a time while the number increases

stop using the throw a bunch of people in a room shelter strategy and make a couple of large buildings filled with those japanese style executive coffin suites.

build for 4000. It will cost less than all your other housing projects for the poor

being small, modular to build and repair, and easily cleanable or hoseable from all the blood and snot and piss that humans exude.

Build it bigger than necessary. Make larger family coffins or human and pet coffins. Pods. Maybe call them pods instead of coffins. It sounds better.

more nurturing and generating.

It can be done, we see examples of it.

maybe get people on welfare to operate it for their $500 extra?

10. Educate the poor that have the ability to learn.

Let them take courses. Give them a little more, pay the entrance fees in bulk, get all the non morons into actual studies that will assist them , not poverty pimp resume workshops and life skills coaching crap that your sinking money into by the millions.

Set them on the path to diplomas and degrees and they might pay more taxes than what they used up a few years later. In a year.

11. Give younger people the option of some form of support where they can work for a few extra hundred dollars a month. There are a lot of people living outside the system basically living at subsistence because they donèt qualify, but that is a really lame excuse, them not being able to qualify for the basics. Many are not on good terms with parents or authorities and they have to make money somehow. Previous models have been failing miserably, perhaps giving persons as low as 13 some form of independent supported living allowance would reduce a lot of crime and prostitution.

There are more prostitutes under the age of 18 now than there were 20 years ago Christy, because of Gordo's right wing policies which you wish to continue.

You can't criminalize and lock people up if they are surviving. The old model was to arrest the 15 year old whore who is trying to survive when the government just wants to enact more poor laws and work houses. More GRUEL PLEASE, Christy.

Seriously. If you make lots of the above pods, everyone can fit in...

Of course, if you are adamant

once you have them concentrated in one place like that you can round them up into buses and trains for involuntary volunteer labour that some lucky buddy of yours pays less than minimum for. Or you could create some sort of reserve or township where they work and pay for their housing and food with 90% of their wages.

or something like that..

Evolve Christy,

Please,

Evolve soon.

And while you are at it, why don't you rename the MHSD.

Its title does not accurately reflect its real world function.

It kind of has a doublespeak name

IMHO

Fundamental In-Justice

There is a concept called Fundamental Justice, which is related to Natural Justice.

Neither of these concepts truly exists for poor Canadians.

Only the rich can afford these luxuries.

The poor are slaves to Abuse of Process

initiated by the wealthy

I was almost given an order to see a "psychologist" today.

Because I write a blog

and it contains too many swears and non conformist behavior.

Why did Bill Hicks get away with it?

He must've had a better Liar.

I had a good Liar for court,

It made me uncomfortable

all those Liars,

But sitting watching the prosecutor Lie

I couldn't help

but feel nauseous

Just us

is what matters

money and boredom

and filing things away

washing things over

There is no balance

anymore

the scales are full

of paper bags and

machinations

what I wanted to cover in court

did not exist

I was only there to fulfill an obligation to the court

I really expected nothing

resembling

justice

So there I am

legal aid has paid for my lawyer

who's good, but in too much of a hurry

to care about real justice

It's a "win" for them if I just "agree"

and I'm informed of the greater threat

of how much more they can demand

for my crime of calling a nasty evil bitch a fucking cunt

there are nast y cunt bitches in the world

even working in the MHSD

Cunts who will accept a bag of money

to fuck someone over

cunts can take part in gangs and extortion too

but I don't get to subpoena witnesses

the prosecution is negligent in their duty of care

and always will be

police and law in vancouver

protects rich thieves

and doesn't waste time investigating

the complaints of the poor

---------------- so none of this, really exists, to the court, it was only me, being "evil"----------------

section 7 of the Canadian Charter of Human Rights states: Everyone has the right to life, liberty and security of the person and the right not to be deprived thereof except in accordance with the principles of fundamental justice.

principles of fundamental justice are specific legal principles that command "significant societal consensus" as "fundamental to the way in which the legal system ought fairly to operate."[1] These principles may stipulate basic procedural rights afforded to anyone facing an adjudicative process or procedure that affects fundamental rights and freedoms, and certain substantive standards related to the rule of law that regulate the actions of the state (e.g., the rule against unclear or vague laws).

There are two rules that natural justice is concerned with. These are the rule against bias (nemo iudex in causa sua) and the right to a fair hearing (audi alteram partem).

The right to a fair hearing requires that individuals should not be penalized by decisions affecting their rights or legitimate expectations unless they have been given prior notice of the case, a fair opportunity to answer it, and the opportunity to present their own case.

It is my personal belief that an inherent bias has been present in the entirety of these precedings. The very wording of the legislation that is being used against me as a tool of a motivated Abuse of Process, is vague and biased, as there is no empirical measurement of fear, and the process initiated and being pursued here has great capacity for abuse as a method of coercion for clients that this particular worker or branch office wish to divest themselves of.

Although the use of the C word is considered “vulgar” and “outrageous”, I believe I can show with sufficient clarity that my use of an outrageous exclamation in the act of asserting my rights as a human being to fair and equitable treatment and duty of care by a fiduciary agent of the province was not in fact out of order or an overreaction, given the already illegal nature of Ms. Barsky’s conduct towards me in the preceding minutes of the interaction.

In the interest of achieving the conditions necessary for a fair hearing of this matter, the following witnesses and evidence is necessary.

1. At least 2 other witnesses that were in the MHSD office at the time of the incident between ms. Barsky and myself need to be subpoenaed by the court for cross examination.
   
   There were at least 5 other witnesses (employees of the MHSD) present.
   
   2 other witnesses are necessary to verify the events which occurred as the written account given by Ms. Barsky is significantly different than the written record which Mr. Taylor has of the incident.
2. PC Smooth must be in attendance. The police report is written containing a number of non-factual statements and misleading phrasing. Since this report was written more than 24 hours after the incident it contains passages which appear to be rehearsed or coached. It is necessary to cross examine PC Smooth as the police report is a tool being used within a crime of Abuse of Process being committed by Ms. Barsky and her co-workers, which the defence intends on proving.
   
   PC Smooth was also Negligent in their Duty of Care to gather information from the attendant witnesses, including their names, which do not appear in the report.
3. Dr. Venetia Mah must be in attendance. Dr. Mah used the police force in a similar Abuse of Process, and also initiated a psychological examination of the defendant for her own purposes, not for any reason of Mr. Taylor’s mental health. Dr. Mah and the defendant’s interaction with her are the actual instigating factor behind the continuance of this set of charges that would have otherwised lapsed. Dr. Mah also has a professional and business association with Dr. Donald Cooper.
   
   Dr. Cooper made deliberate attempts to falsify and lock certain parts of the defendant’s medical record. He is also related to Mr. Robert Cooper, a Toronto/Vancouver businessman who has been in a long contract dispute with the defendant, Mr. Taylor.
   
   This is integrally related to the MHSD and Mr. Taylor’s attempts to get a 4 year disability in order to have his torn anterior crucial ligament, and his hernia repaired, and a get a specialist which is required due to his intersexuality (a hereditary congenital genital condition, visible) and the PTSD associated with previous surgeries in which the right to informed consent was denied to him.
   
   The court is trying to prosecute by ignoring Dr. Mah’s indirect influence on the instigation of these proceedings and the incarceration of Mr. Taylor. Her presence would be required if the court was to actually consider itself involved in a course of fundamental justice.
4. Margaret Walline: Manager for Elizabeth Fry Vancouver, current 3^rd party administrator of Mr. Taylor’s MHSD communication. Ms. Walline will need to be compelled to bring all correspondence through email from her organization that references or is to, from, or about Mr. Taylor or aspects of his case.
   
   Ms. Walline’s organization is now in charge of Mr. Taylor’s interactions with the MHSD and has been performing poorly as an advocate and communication agent.
   
   The Elizabeth Fry Vancouver Organization uses a spam assessment service called Stargate.ca, a Burnaby based 3^rd party service provider of information technology outsourcing.
   
   Stragate.ca is owned by a former business associate of Mr. Taylor
   
   Mr. Taylor will supply corresponding emails with headers to assess the completeness of the correspondences.
5. It is possible that Ms. Barsky is herself related to, associated with, or in communication with a relative or close associate of Mr. Robert Cooper, Dr. Donald A. Cooper, or Anna Cooper. We would ask to see her phone contacts and ask questions regarding this as it appears that Ms. Barsky initiated an altercation with a client she knew from her record in front of her had PTSD and other health problems, and trough that instigation and subsequent Abuse of Process she was able to have Mr. Taylor’s MHSD file transferred t an organization where one of her friends/family’s associates, Robert Cooper, would then have access to Mr. Taylor’s private email communications through the Stargate.ca spam service.
   
   This spam service, with links to an external business entity antagonistic to Mr. Taylor, was also able to completely delay and delete at least 2 time sensitive emails to the ministry through e- fry. These emails and the bounced headers from stargate.ca can be supplied with electronic timestamps at the time of the hearing.
6. Anna Cooper, Nurse for VCH at The Kettle friendsip society, venables at commercial.
   
   Ms. Cooper was in phone contact with the commercial drive office within one month of the interaction with Ms. Barsky.
   
   Ms. Cooper has a clear relationship to the previously mentioned business associate Robert Cooper, and she had direct influence on the staff at the commercial drive branch of the MHSD through phone calls made under some vague reasoning of mental health assessment.
   
   Ms. Cooper creates a second link to the commercial drive MHSD office and Robert Cooper, this lays the foundations for a possible finding of EXTORTION, and makes Ms Barsky’s and Dr. Mah’s initiations of police action against Mr. Taylor into Abuses of Process committed for the furtherance of Extortion by the 3^rd party, Mr. Cooper, and his family and associates.

These are the people and things that I require to properly present my case in full before this hearing, and for me to perceive the proceedings as inherently just and conforming to the concept of fundamental and natural justice.

Damages

An Impact Statement is being prepared concerning the full extent of physical, emotional, and other related injuries and discomforts the defendant has endured as a result of this Abuse of Process. The defense will ask the court to award damages similar to other cases within recent history.

Damages will consist, at minimum, a request for compensation regarding 3.5 days of detainment, and continuing damages accrued during the last year in which the plaintiff has used her position as a fiduciary agent to continue to harass the defendant using administrative processes.

the summary:

3.5 days in jail, 4 hours in psychiatric assessment, and 2 years of legal observances,

for getting angry, shouting, and saying cunt, all with good reason.

That's Canadian Justice.

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Extremism in the defense of liberty is no vice. And moderation in the pursuit of justice is no virtue.

Barry Goldwater

It is not what a lawyer tells me I may do; but what humanity, reason, and justice tell me I ought to do.

Edmund Burke

This is a court of law, young man, not a court of justice.

Oliver Wendell Holmes

If we are to keep our democracy, there must be one commandment: "Thou shalt not ration justice."

Sophocles

There is no crueler tyranny than that which is perpetuated under the shield of law and in the name of justice.

Charles de Montesquieu

For there is no defense for a man who, in the excess of his wealth, has kicked the great altar of Justice out of sight.

Aeschylus

If you see oppression of the poor, and justice and righteousness trampled in a country, do not be astounded.

King Solomon