No Hugs Allowed

U.S. teenagers big on hugging

NEW YORK, May 30 (UPI) -- Hugging among U.S. teenagers has become so prevalent some schools say they've banned the embrace or imposed limits on how long they last.

"Touching and physical contact is very dangerous territory," said Noreen Hajinlian, principal of George G. White School, a junior high school in Hillsdale, N.J., which banned hugging. "It wasn't a greeting. It was happening all day."

Hajinlian's school is among those from New Jersey to Bend, Ore., that have clamped down on hugging, The New York Times reported Saturday.

Ritual hugging has become so popular that students feel pressured to partake, said Gabrielle Brown, a freshman at Fiorello H. LaGuardia High School in New York.

"If somebody were to not hug someone, to never hug anybody, people might be just a little wary of them and think they are weird or peculiar," Brown said.

The phenomenon reflects how physical boundaries have changed, said Amy Best, a sociologist at George Mason University.

"We display bodies more readily, there are fewer rules governing body touch and a lot more permissible access to other people's bodies," Best said.

I remember being reprimanded for hugging my ex-girlfriend every morning by this fat-ass administrator when I was in high school. We kissed sometimes, but not for very long because he would just hang around where we would meet up. Bunch of fucking loveless tyrants...

My little sister is attending her graduation ceremony today, but I chose not to go because I'd rather not see her following that overtly Masonic procedure. I didn't vocalize this to my family because I want her to enjoy it, but it still pissed me off. She even got a blue and yellow cake. The whole thing is steeped in Masonic bullshit.

Machine Masters

This is a good example of how, due to being in the wrong hands, technology is already being used to control the actions of human beings, without resorting to a supposedly "sci-fi" direct tapping of the mind:

Canon Employees Are Forbidden to Sit Down, Walk at Normal Pace

You might think your job sucks, but at least your boss wasn't insane enough to remove all the chairs and install security so an alarm goes off if you don't walk fast enough.

The president of Canon Electronics, Hisashi Sakamaki, is also the author of a book proposing some of the same measures he takes with his own company. His theory is that forcing employees to stand not only saves money but increases productivity and enhances employee relationships.

In the hallway, if an employee walks slower than 5 meters every 3.6 seconds, an alarm and flashing lights are set off, reminding the poor startled worker that he's an inefficient waste of air. Even better (or worse), there's a sign on the floor in said hallways that reads, "Let's rush: If we don't, the company and world will perish." The big boss, as a reward for thinking up all this stuff, gets to lounge in a nice, relaxing chair. - Danny Choo

This really isn't too different from what I went through working at a pizza place, where my boss would snap at everyone for not doing something every second they were clocked in. It's pretty annoying.

Combustion - A Musical Study

Listen to the song first and notice how a beat of "snare-bass-snare-bass" is implied through assuming the very first note of the song is actually the first note in a 4/4 measure:


Meshuggah - Combustion

Notice the vocal patterns sound a little "off". Now, this only recently popped out at me, but I noticed that the beat is distinctly "bass-snare-bass-snare" throughout the entire song due to the guitar part starting 1/16th note earlier than the drum part, as you can tell through the hi-hat seemingly hitting 1/16th note after where it should be:



Those crashes you hear which seem to signal the beginning of a new measure are actually on the very last 16th note of the 4/4 measure, with the first 16th note on the next measure tying into it (where a bass drum beat would normally be).



The second guitar riff (the one where the drums hit on 2 and 4) actually gives you a hint that this is the true meter of the song.

The guitar part itself is actually written so that it is 4/4 all the way through, but it starts one 16th note earlier than the drum part to give it a weird feel that isn't very easy to pick up on after many listens, but once you get it, it's hard to hear it the way you did before. I noticed this because if it was truly "snare-bass-snare-bass", the cymbal crashes would be on the snare drum hits. They knew many people would hear it the way it is implied through the guitar part, so during the second part of the solo the crashes are on the snare hits, but even then the 4/4 meter remains the same.

Listen to the song again to see if you can pick up on the hidden, musically accurate way of hearing the song. The vocal patterns will sound way cooler, and let you know that you are hearing it right. It definitely takes some getting used to if you are hard-set on hearing it as "snare-bass-snare-bass", but I've been learning how to play this song on guitar so that is the only way I've noticed this. It really helps having a metronome hitting on the correct 4/4 beat, with the very first 16th note in the song omitted. I just think it's cool that if you do start on that first 16th note, you can more easily pick up the feel of the guitar part, since the guitar part is written in straight 4/4 as well, but so is the drum part, the drum part is merely shifted over one 16th note.

You don't need to know all this stuff to enjoy the song though... If you consider that most of the guitar part is pull-offs, it is perfectly acceptable to learn the song the way you initially hear it so that you don't have to upstroke all the pull-off notes! I've tried it, and getting used to the drum meter is pretty tough.

Funeral for a Shriner Clown

Clowns honor fallen friend

Members of the Antioch Shrine Funster Clown Unit gave the highest honor that a deceased clown can ever receive by acting as pallbearers for Shriner and Funster life member Norman Thompson, 79, who was buried at Fairview Cemetery in West Liberty on Friday, May 29.

"He was a clown, and a shriner. May he roast in Hell."

Also came across this story, noted only for the location which it occured (and of course an MW and, well, an ever-increasing trend in pedophilia in schools which has been occurring for god knows how long and people are only finding out about it now because our phones are tapped. "Save us from the poor ugly pedos, pedos with wealth and power!"):

Teacher from LI held in statutory rape of student

Melissa Weber, 27, of West Babylon, is escorted out of a police precinct, left. Weber is accused of a sexual relationship with a student, 14, according to police.

I almost don't want to mention this, but the ages are "sync-nificant": 27 = two 7s, 14 is two 7s as well.

Fool me once: "Mancow" waterboarding fake

Link to the post where I mentioned this event


This is what happens when I set my attention on some media clown, everything they do turns out to be shady or deceptive in some way and makes me feel stupid for even bringing them up. Of course, it probably was real and they are just saying this so waterboarding doesn't look as bad as it did in that video.

Mancow's Waterboarding was completely fake



Just look at this ass clown


Okay, read this next part and tell me if it makes any sense whatsoever:

UPDATE: Mancow called us back to say that even though his waterboarder didn't know what he was doing, and his publicist called the whole thing a "hoax," it wasn't supposed to be a REALLY real waterboarding to begin with. Just the radio stunt kind! "Of course I wasn't a radical terrorist," he said. "Of course it was simulated. To compare what I went through to what Khalid Sheikh Mohammed went through—of course it was not the same. I'm sure it was worse for them."

Undoubtedly it was. But isn't the whole point of these exercises to let people know exactly what we talk about when we talk about waterboarding? We've learned that Mancow can't take six seconds of having water poured on his face—we guess he doesn't take showers?—but we've learned absolutely nothing about the mechanics or ethics of what goes on at CIA black sites. If anything, a bullshit stunt like this one gives ammunition to torture proponents, who can poke holes in Muller's grand conversion by pointing out that it's a bullshit stunt. Keith Olbermann and other righteous anti-torture advocates are holding up Muller's experience as evidence—someone who was inclined to support waterboarding and deny that it's torture has actually experienced it, which Sean Hannity and his ilk lack the courage to do, and the facts have changed his mind. Only he hasn't actually experienced it, or anything remotely approaching what actual torture victims experienced. None of it is real.

What kind of crack are these people smoking? By "these people" I mean Mancow and whoever else decides to make light of a horrible situation.

Questionable

Happiness seems hard to find. It's like no matter where I look I find distress and leave that place wondering how many traps I can fall into before I give up on life itself. I can never find what it is I'm looking for. I can't expect to find love in the world when I have so much trouble loving myself.

Everything's kind of shadowy now... I feel like I allow others to manipulate my actions and thoughts too easily, I have nothing to look forward to concerning myself, it is only in others which I find any comfort in. I need acceptance. I need to know that I'm not alone, while also knowing that I am truly on my own in what I do with my life. Should it be liberating to know that I control my own destiny? I think it should, but at the same time I fear that I may get myself into something I didn't want. Since this utter loneliness lingers over my every thought, I can only imagine that, "spiritually", I've found myself in some sort of void. Am I happy here? I wake up depressed, wanting time to just end, and fall asleep even more depressed feeling completely helpless and foolish. It is my sorrow which fills my inner self with tears, weighing me down and drowning that inside of me which yearns to breathe.

It's a place I've found in my mind which is chaotic, but cyclic, the revolution of my pain grinding away at whatever could have saved me from myself...

After All

Voivod - After All


Joey died
And nothing has changed
The streets corners
are still the same
I guess he still
lives in my head
When it's time
To share the bread
Still got holes
On my knees
But I won't
Buy the figurine
Yeah it's kind of
sad to see
you in a box
wrapped and sealed

Who cares after all?
About the rise
and the fall
Makes the papers for one day
Not for what you had to say
Who cares after all?
Another flyer
on the wall
All the names have been washed out
All the ones we care about

Seen it, been there, done that

When I am mad
When I see red
I refer to
what Iggy says
I want to find
myself in you
You wanna find
yourself too

Who cares after all?
Win the race
or drop the ball
If I make a silly face
Is it really what it takes?
Who cares after all?
About the records
on the wall
And the tattoos on your skin
Be the one you've never been

Yeah

Seen it, been there, done that

Kanye-ism: "Get used to being used"

Found this link to a story about Kanye West's new "book" entitled "Thank You and You're Welcome"

‘Proud non-reader’ Kanye pens a (short) book

‘Thank You And You’re Welcome’ is a 52-page collection of rapper’s theories

Somehow I doubt these are actually his theories. Should have titled it "how to be a rich, talentless slave to society".

NEW YORK - Rapper Kanye West does not read books or respect them but nevertheless he has written one that he would like you to buy and read.

The Grammy Award winner, known for his No. 1 albums and outspoken statements on everything from racism in America to the banality of Twitter (T: Any moron could speak about those last two things), is the co-author of “Thank You And You’re Welcome.”

His book is 52 pages — some blank, others with just a few words — and offers his optimistic philosophy on life. One two-page section reads, “Life is 5% what happens and 95% how you react!” Another page reads “I hate the word hate!”

“My favorite one is ‘Get used to being used,’ ” he said.

“I feel like to misuse, overuse or abuse someone is negative (T: Once again, any average consumer could tell you that, unless they are completely fucked). To use is necessary and if you can’t be used, then you are useless.”

It's interesting, on the way back home from the farm I was forced to listen to Kanye West's music. It is somewhat disillusioning exiting that way of life and going back to the fast cars, one-track minds and materialism, but it's empowering knowing that I don't have to be a part of it. I don't like focusing on the false gods of the corporate consumer realm (Kanye himself has claimed to be Jesus or something like that) so much, but this is merely to help others understand what their way of life is and how to avoid it.

Down on the Farm

I spent some time yesterday to pay Ezra of HOWMusic(k) a visit at the organic farm he's working at 40 miles from my home. After getting lost twice on the way and feeling a chill of anticipation going down the long, winding dirt driveway, I knew it would be a life-changing experience. It was an instant breath of fresh air seeing the way that he lived, almost completely isolated in nature, eating healthy and the presence of structural manipulation was nowhere to be found. It was the type of lifestyle I could only dream of yet here was someone who had found it. We took a long walk down a forest path and talked for hours about pretty much everything there was to talk about. We talked about so much that I can't pinpoint one subject, and I was still reeling from finally meeting someone who seemed to have crossed the barrier between our materialistic, robotic lives and into that of understanding and being at one with nature. I felt I wasn't using my brain to speak, but my intuition (and he could probably tell since I had trouble putting cohesive sentences together) and this really allowed me to vocalize some of my deepest thoughts to someone and not feel absolutely insane for doing so. To be honest, I wish I could have meditated before arriving so that I could better give my side of an argument but the car I was in had the radio blasting so there was no chance of that...

We tried some remote viewing techniques with his roommate (actually just another dude working on the farm), which proved fun and somewhat fruitful. I also learned how to do an EFT meditation (Emotional Freedom Technique) and had an awesome salad and raw chocolate. The whole time I was there I never felt a single doubt that I was around very good people, even though my "faith" in things was being stretched a little by some of the things he mentioned it's not like I haven't ever thought that most of what we talk about here is just another diversion in some form. We played guitar for a while but I didn't want to embarrass myself too bad so I put mine down early.

99% of the experience was spent entirely away from digital technology of any sort (near the end he showed me this and I had to check my cell phone a few times), and I liked that. In conclusion, it was a great change of pace, if even for a day, and it felt really refreshing to hang out with someone who seemed to really know what he wanted to do with his life and it didn't contribute to whatever it is that makes the world suck. I felt comfortable getting to speak with someone about these things and I made that as apparent as I could. He revealed some things to me which some of you might not be happy with (has to do with the "Second Matrix"), but he gave a really, really good argument as to why he felt that way and why he's doing what he does.

He mentioned that "Synchromysticism" is a household name these days... I'm not too sure about that but I did tell him that most of the time I feel completely alone in my mind so maybe it's just me thinking this is some sort of underground movement.. :)

Here's a link to the website of the program which Ezra is in working on organic farms. I'm seriously thinking about joining it myself.

"3d" Murals

Off the wall: The astonishing 3D murals painted on the sides of buildings by a trompe l'oeil artist

Pugh is used to people's amazed reactions when they pass his murals.

He said: 'They say "wow did you see that. I thought that was real."

'Public art can link people together and stimulate a sense of pride within the community.

'These life-size illusions allow me to communicate with a very large audience.

'It seems almost universal that people take delight in being visually tricked.'

The one with the two Jaguar statues (2K) looks sort of Mayan, but I'm not sure. He also used pillars and a huge tidal wave about to crash on three children... Kind of grim if you ask me!

I should have actually read the article: "The temple-like interior apparently exposed features jaguar gods, regarded as the creators of earthquakes by the Mayans."

Shriner Car Hits Woman at Parade (update)

Update: Be sure to check out Red Ice's newest interview with Sandy Frost, who is working on exposing the Jesters (Henrik mentions that you have to be a shriner before you can join the Jesters) for their involvement in child prostitution rings. It's a must-listen for anyone interested in hearing some new info on Masonic corruption. I was going to post an image of a logo from a Shriner Hospital showing a shriner holding a small child but it really disgusts me to look at now.

No charges in parade crash

The woman struck by a Shriners doon buggy Monday during the Victoria Parade in Woodstock, sustained only minor injuries Oxford Community Police say.

OCPS Sergeant Wayne Sczepanski said the collision happened while the buggies were doing a circular formation on Dundas Street near Victoria Street.

The sidewalk widens at the part of the street where the collision took place.

At the time of the collision the woman who was in her early 20s was trying to move her young daughter back out of the way. The doon buggy ran into her legs before stopping. She was taken to hospital by ambulance and later released.

The London Shriner driving the buggy is not facing charges for the incident.

Sczepanski said because the road was closed due to the parade the incident is not classified as a motor vehicle collision. Police did investigate and no charges are pending.

"Ancient Arabic Order, Nobles of the Mystic Shrine"

Pic not from the actual parade but depicting a very silly man in a tiny car, doesn't look too noble but who knows what "ego-lessness" comes with being in a fraternal order:





A crescent and star, a pharaoh and a sword... Even my dog can tell this is masonic symbolism.



"Wa-wa"? If Steve Willner is right in his latest podcast, that's an english transliteration of Hebrew for "66". It's interesting that the percentage of angels which remain in heaven (66%) are referred to as "Dark spirits" in Cabalism. I suppose when you see it being worn on the head of one who is openly a member of an esoteric group which follows the ideals expressed in the Cabala, one can only assume that they are intending to be seen as the "Dark Spirits". I also suppose it is ritualistic in some sense I can't seem to put into text.

Although, it seems that this is simply the name of one shriner lodge (is that where they meet? I'm reading both "Hall" and simply "Shrine", that would make sense). Another includes "Isis":



And don't forget Osiris, in the upper right hand corner:

2nd wave of Swine Flu approaching

Get ready for the SECOND WAVE of A-N1H1, When Pigs Really Fly

The subtype for swine flu is H1N1. H stands for Haemagglutinin and N for Neuraminidase. This is the same subtype as the deadly Spanish flu of 1918.

Guess we thought it was over, huh?

Feeling really depressed today. Something beyond the boundaries of what I can perceive is pushing me towards what it wants. Not sure how to explain.

My emotions are kind of like a slingshot... It takes very little to bring me out of a depressive state, but the tension before releasing really takes it out of me. I stress myself out much more than I can handle.

That being said, this new info on H1N1 (8+1+14+1 = 24, jupiter number, can also become 13+11 or MK... Interesting duality there) is most likely more fear-mongering...

Kon-Fused

When do we stop asking questions? We don't get fed up and ask "what the hell is really going on here" because no one really knows, and if someone gives you an answer you should be suspicious. At times I seem to expect a neatly-packaged explanation for everything when such a thing does not appear to exist. I am capable of shutting off my reactionary babbling mind, but returning to the state in which it rules our every moment I feel disoriented and confused. I have no idea who to trust when my own mind seems to willingly guide me down a dead end path promising something enlightening. I don't know what to do with my life sometimes. When I find someone who I think will help me reach my goals, they are headed in the opposite direction in which I am and it's always my fault and I'm aware of it. I just don't know enough to give any sort of good advice. Things are at a standstill where I wonder if I should give up for the good of my peers. I have always felt like a burden to everyone and everything around me, it is embedded in my existence that I am a self-aware parasite which feeds off of the love of others without returning a single thing. Am I wrong if I am correct and know that what I'm doing is false, or am I wrong if I am completely unknowing of this process and it happens automatically because I am inherently evil? In what situation am I ever right about anything? Why do I always want to win?


Reflecting upon myself brings the extreme opposites of joy and pain. There is no dogma I wish to apply to reality and that is the way I want it. I will only observe and connect events and symbolic phenomena as I please. The less I consider something, the more likely it is to happen. When I set a model of an event with neutrality in mind, it appears before me in 3rd density quicker than I can blink. Maybe that makes me some sort of opportunist.

When I realize I am wrong about one thing, I begin wondering what other things I am completely wrong about. I seem to view the world as a place full of traps and hostility, and so far it has proven to be such a place, but only in situations where nebulous, plutonic agencies seem to rule. I have taken most things for granted. Even now, I have taken a place among geniuses and artists I respect highly, experts in their field, and am using this opportunity to spread negativity and unhappiness. I can't describe the shame I feel in myself when I think of where their work has taken my life and my understanding of things, yet I continue to feel fragmented, incomplete.

Was I ready to receive what I did, when I did?

A recent dream told me that I am a "dolt". I lack confidence. Every relationship in my life has been cut short by my selfish actions. I can only envision a true existence, it eludes my consciousness. Does it not want me there? If I am "the one", I am one unworthy of any sort of true spiritual existence the way imagine it. I am in a room of mirrors, my reflections displaying their disgust towards my being. I speak the words of one about to give up everything and disappear forever, yet I know I am here eternally. At this point I have only one option: get used it. Get over it. Keep searching. Keep going. Stomach's knotted, feeling my soul is made of fragile spiderwebs, a beautiful thing undeserving of the hate which I unleash upon myself.

I think I need help.

Cherry Flavored Bourbon

Jim Beam is bringing flavor to bourbon

Part of Illinois-based Fortune Brands Inc., Beam is preparing a national rollout of Red Stag, a specialty whiskey that infuses natural black cherry flavors into 4-year-old bourbon.

Not a big fan of alcohol, I am known to drink like a fish but I'm not proud of that (and my liver's torn up already from ingesting cough medicine so it's never enjoyable), interesting sync in this case concerning the recent influx of "Cherries" over at The Sync Whole.

The "black" part could be a Saturn reference, satanic cherry popping anyone?

"Red Stag" - The stag was the "horus" of the Druids, symbolic because it could eat from the sacred Yew Tree without receiving the poisonous effects (it was sacred because it could kill humans, nature worship I guess)

Jim Beam = JB, 10+2 = 12 or El (Saturn/Satan), Jachin and Boaz the twin pillars, and so on. Jim = 32 (J=10, I=9, M=13, and Tsarion has pointed out I and J are interchangeable, so it's also 33), flipped 23. Could "Beam" be a reference to beams of light? That's what I always thought, at least.

Black Cherry = BC = 23 or W, 66 (two V's) in Hebrew, number of the Qlippoth (dark spirits, interesting to note that in Christianity 1/3rd of the angels fell [33 and 1/3] and 2/3rds [66 and 2/3rds]remained in heaven) in Kabalism.


When I do posts I tend to be more of a words>pictures guy, but I enjoy seeing pictures to prove points so here's one that came up on a google picture search for "Black Cherry":



Koda Kumi (KK) Black Cherry. Masons sure are the fashionable type, with their scepters and black&white motifs spread throughout every facet of the mainstream world (especially in Japan, they seem to have a pretty strong base over there!). Here's another:



One Eye + Top Hat + 2 dogs... Noticing a pattern yet?

A True (?) Story of Weight Loss Through Hypnosis

Featured on Fox News so put your "lie/truth discernment" caps on...

Woman Hypnotized to Believe She Had Weight-Loss Surgery Loses 55 Pounds

Marion Cornes, 35, said she believed surgeons had placed a gastric band on her stomach shrinking it to the size of a golf ball after paying $1,580 for five sessions with a hypnotherapist.

Cornes decided to have the procedure after her weight ballooned to 216 pounds.

She was hypnotized and talked through every step of the surgery as if she was in an operating room.

She was asked to handle a model of a stomach and gastric band, while the smells and sounds of an operating room were introduced into her room.

"Bizarrely, I can remember every part of the "procedure" -- including being wheeled into (the OR), the clink of the surgeon’s knife and even the smell of the anesthetic," Cornes said.

She said she now feels full if she tries to eat anything other than a small portion of food.

"I've tried every other diet and exercise plan the world has to offer," she said. "I've tried tablets, Weight Watchers, Atkins, Slimfast, milkshakes and even a personal trainer, but none of them helped me."

Cornes had the hypnotherapy last August in Spain. Afterwards, she started losing up to 3 pounds a week.

Pretty sure now that all these popular "weight-loss" products are a complete scam, but who hasn't figured that out yet... It's a little weird that she can't eat anything more than a small portion of food though, that can't be too healthy.

"Board" trifecta

My last 3 posts are unconsciously linked through the "board":

1. Film Board of Canada (Mars) animated short

2. Pink Ouija Board

3. Waterboarding

I hope my blog doesn't make people "board". The very small amount of people who contract Swine Flu are somewhat "Boar'd".

Could this be related in any way to a masonic "Tracing Board"?








As you probably expected by this point, I am ending this post with a song by Boards of Canada:


Boards of Canada - Telephasic Workshop

Raving Douchebag "Mancow" Gets "Waterboarded"

Mancow Waterboarded, Admits It's Torture



The cloth is supposed to be over the mouth as well, and he wouldn't be able to move his hands if this were actual procedure. He lasted 6 seconds. It's amazing that there are still people who think "simulated drowning" isn't a torture method, but they are most likely paid huge amounts of money to say that (and spread the meme of "it's not torture" among the ignorant right-wing public).

Turns out the stunt wasn't so funny. Witnesses said Muller thrashed on the table, and even instantly threw the toy cow he was holding as his emergency tool to signify when he wanted the experiment to stop. He only lasted 6 or 7 seconds.....

lol, dumbass. I think it's pretty funny how the guy pouring the water starts before he's done counting down and goes "I lied" all nonchalant.

Toys R us sells pink Ouija board (update)

Don't take my word for it, check it out on their website:

Pink Ouija Board for girls



The pink triangle heart thing with a hole in it might be suggestive... Oh, who am I kidding? It's a vagina!

It comes with a Carrying Case. Notice the sun and moon.

The sun has 11 rays attached to its face, and 11 rays detached. 11:11. Just why it's popping up in this case, I'm not sure.


I found out I have 73 dollars on my debit card somehow (last time I checked it was at zero dollars, I don't know where it came from). Bad news is, I appear to have completely forgotten my pin number. D'oh! It's either something really simple, or something really obscure, but I still haven't remembered. Luckily I was still able to buy cigarettes for my sisters and I. What sucks is I can't take money out to buy what I really want to smoke. :( Guess I'll just have to save it... If anyone knows how to retrieve a lost pin number from a Bank of America account, please let me know.

What on earth

Today's pondering of deep corruption

Child porn hits cellphone instead of ringtone

EUGENE, Ore. -- University of Oregon grad student Valerie Egan thought she was adding a song by Modest Mouse to her cellphone Monday morning from T-Mobile, but what she says was sent to her phone was not a song, but a picture.

"My initial reaction was just shock and disgust," said Egan. "I mean, I used to be a teacher with kids that age, so for me it's just extremely upsetting."

What a fucked up, disturbing world we live in. Was this a screw up on the part of T-Mobile, since it was straight from their site? Do they have a service where they send shit like this to people who pay for it and the links were somehow mixed? Meanwhile some pedophile is wondering "wtf is this modest mouse shit I want my child pornography". I just don't understand how something like this happens. I don't understand a lot of things, obviously.

If I were her I'd get the police or the government to investigate further, not that they'd actually do anything about it. Deranged people on the internet pass this shit around like it's nothing, oblivious (?) to the fact that the demand creates the market. Makes me want to off myself as stuff like this becomes more and more mainstream, acceptable, in a completely controlled and guided fashion.

I'm sick of talking and thinking about this shit. Pisses me right the fuck off.

Looking for Signs

I will occasionally check to see if she's contacted me. I'm glad that I don't feel this way all the time, I'm not sure I could handle it for any longer than a day, even though I wonder how she is every day it seems.

I occasionally dream of her, of going places and seeing things, only to wake up to the crudity of my real life, distanced from all I wanted and hoped for. Back to a primitive state in which I am re-living my childhood, locked up in a house with nowhere to go, no fake money, nothing except sustenance and entertainment. Some people call this life... I need to do things with my time, I am not happy wasting away just waiting to die at my age. I need to create something, I need to interact with other humans, I need to move around and continue looking for the clues which will point me towards whatever it is we're all looking for. I'm sick of waiting to receive gifts from others, of being dependent on their good will.

I hold out my hope that she will reappear in my life at random as she always has. Chances are she has found someone new and is no longer where she was before, somewhere far away and I will never see her again. It's not like I haven't been through this all throughout my life, it just always finds a way to make me forget everything else and it's all I can focus on.

I don't want to forget about her. I have a feeling that when you think of someone you create a connection and they "just happen" to be thinking of you at the same time as well. This means she thinks of me every day (probably not, and I have to wonder how insane I am for thinking what I say is true). I don't know why we put eachother through this pain. She is convinced love is merely a chemical produced in the brain, I told her it is the only thing holding our existence together. She is not looking for someone, neither am I, we are looking for what makes us happy, and at one point it was our interaction. I don't know when it stopped being that way, but I have a feeling it was entirely my fault.

It seems like when I tell myself I'm not going to think about her today that it comes on the strongest. I can see past what little flaws she has, but mine are far too much for her to handle. It's something between us which she probably thinks should be private, but I want everyone on the planet to know how I feel about her.

Call this an empty endeavor, call me a romantic idealist, but I know that what I felt between her and I was true. I don't know how much longer I can handle this separation.

NASA Astronauts Testify from Orbit

Shuttle Atlantis Crew Wraps Mission (Mmm, wrap... Sorry, very hungry this morning)

CAPE CANAVERAL, Fla. - Tests and testifying will take up what NASA hopes is the last day in orbit for the space shuttle Atlantis.

With a landing scheduled for Friday, astronauts on the shuttle on Thursday will be conducting routine tests on landing systems needed before they return to Earth.

But the weather on Friday in Florida does not appear too welcoming. If needed, Atlantis conserved some power to continue landing attempts through Monday, when it runs out of oxygen.

NASA will only try to land in Florida on Friday.

Also Thursday, astronauts were to testify briefly from orbit about NASA's budget before the Senate Commerce, Justice and Science Appropriations Subcommittee.

I'm guessing that they don't have to follow the "laws of the land" when they are in orbit, so who knows what this is really about. Doesn't NASA get enough of our money already?

S'tru - GG El

I am attempting to extend my parameters... The flow of positive events is truly random, while the negative is expected and predictable (what can go wrong will go wrong, as long as you "know" what can go wrong, it will), as my days flux and warp into globs of unconscious being, they appear to have never happened at all and disappear into mist. Time itself is the generator of emotional strife, as it becomes more and more apparent the more we stay down in our pit of hatred and inhumanity. Every day is highly contrasted between extreme ups and downs, possibly due to my own anxiety and mental struggle, as I search for something which is already within me yet eluding my grasp at the moment. I'm looking, but possibly looking directly past it.

I have been told I have a strange set of priorities. Something's off, something is always bothering me, tugging at my mind and eroding my ability to perceive anything as gray, equal, not set in stone but not flying erratically. The lights flicker at times within my being, as if the wiring is faulty. I have attempted in the past to delete all previous models of my perception of being to allow the vortex within to guide me, but I don't believe anyone has actually attained this state, for it would take the rest of humanity (including you and I) with it. I don't think we can at this point. Not yet, as long as time cyclically regenerates itself and gives the illusion of passing moments which we fall prey to...

My black and white thinking (as evident in my drawings) can no longer support itself. I don't perceive myself as being worthless any more. I never did, but took the perceptions of others as being more truthful than my own. I wonder if my thoughts which I perceive to be those of others (through some analyzing process I am growing to dislike) are actually my own, the flow of others filtered through my inner eye and ear creating a false reality in which I can never attain peace or acceptance. I now take all perceptions into deep consideration, and they morph into one omni-present model of something which is merely a scaled-down (or up?) shell of the real thing. Even now I feel as if this thing is speaking through me, it has been loud and clear in my mind for a while now. I am tired of feeling as if reality's walls could come crashing down violently any day now. I feel blinded and helpless as the strike of Gnosis which once coursed through my mind and being fades into obscurity, with only the residue and memories of the journey repeat in my mind like a film projector. Except when I first attained this spark of knowledge I saw it as a revelation of the inevitable end of our seemingly blissful existence, but in a very bad way. Since then I have dropped theories and thoughts which once took a deep root in my fear-base and chipped away at whatever sanity I had left. I realized I was enjoying searching for more evidence, searching for more clues, and that if I was truly enjoying it, it could not be harmful to my true self...

I remain suspicious at all times, but it is pre-programmed. I am meant to feel this way by an overbearing "something" which reigns on our planet, destroying every living thing in its path. To drop our fear of this hideous creation, this false god, would be to no longer fear anything at all. It is that which we cower to on a daily basis, we wish for it to accept us at any cost, the great god of wars and famine, of pestilence, of horror and torture. I feel as if I am incomplete at times, as if there is something which would make me more "whole" if I were to possess it. This is not what I wanted, it is the opposite of being one at peace. This blog is a compilation of the evidence of my unconsciousness, my rapidly accelerating and decelerating hope and faith in all things. I feel that if we seek only "peace" we are simply ignoring the darkness and iniquity which does exist. We are staring at one where there is two.

My brain hurts a little now, so I know I am on the incorrect path, flushing the waste of my thoughts into the electronic-mind toilet. True, unprescribed enlightenment for all beings is my one wish. The path may be worn but it is rooted firmly in our collective dreams...

Dog Gone

Our dog escaped the prison of the indoors tonight and is currently running free without boundaries in the darkness. I'm worried she'll get hurt or lost and no one else in the house seems to care. She ran out the open front door around midnight somehow when my sister was throwing a fit. We don't have a fence or anything so she never gets to run around or be outside without a leash. I didn't know she was out there until I heard her barking at things, I attempted to call her back inside but she's really stubborn and runs away when I approach her. At least it's not cold and snowing... I'm praying she doesn't get hit by a car.

update: she came back around 4 in the morning last night. Unfortunately today is off to a bad start, fell asleep around 5 and got woken up at 1 from a really good dream. I hate TV. I hate getting woken up. Probably going to be angry for the rest of the day now. Still don't understand who would assume that making a ton of noise above someone's room won't disturb the comfortable sleeper below. I'm tired of writing about it but this happens so often I can't help but notice a pattern. I never get to wake up when I feel like getting up, it's pretty annoying that people just take control of your life like that.

Infected

I managed to get my laptop infected with a virus. I downloaded Avast Anti-Virus but it's not doing shit about the actual virus. This virus is slowing down my internet and any time I try and search for something that might help, I am sent to weird unrelated sites instead (actually, now everything that comes up on a google search redirects to somewhere else). If anyone can help out, it would be much appreciated.

Fuck, what a frustrating day.

To whoever endorses hacking of personal computers or the spread of harmful viruses, Peter Venkman has some words for you:

Dr Ray Stantz: Everything was fine with our system until the power grid was shut off by dickless here.
Walter Peck: They caused an explosion!
Mayor: Is this true?
Dr. Peter Venkman: Yes it's true.
[pause]
Dr. Peter Venkman: This man has no dick.

Update: Managed to get rid of a few trojans but they seem to be replicating on their own. Whenever I do a full system scan there are more of them each time. Luckily, my internet seems to be running a little better (just waiting for one of those fake Internet Explorer pop-ups to show up... I don't even use IE), so I'm not nearly as pissed off as I was before my antivirus software decided to do something about this.

update 2: There is one virus on my computer which, when deleted, shuts down my internet connection completely. It's the one causing the pop-up for an "online virus scan" every 10 minutes. It's really irritating and nothing seems to work in getting rid of the infection completely. Makes me wonder who is really coding these worms and viruses. This one seems to have taken control of my internet connection completely, so who knows where everything I do and say on my computer is going? Probably some government database... Not that it's any different with a normal, "un-tapped" internet connection.

A Rite of Passage

Listening to the new Dream Theater... The lyrics to this song caught me a little off guard. Look at the cover of the single! I haven't watched this video so if the lyrics on the video are off, not my fault...


Dream Theater - A Rite of Passage

Should be "beneath an ever-watchful eye"... Fucking awesome solos in this song btw.

Lyrics:

Since the new world order
Played upon our fears
Spreading accusations
of radical appeals

The brotherhood of wisdom
Strength and dignity
Its rituals and secrets
Remain a mystery

Beneath an ever watchful eye
The angels of the temple fly

Turn the key
Walk through the gate
the great ascent
to reach a higher state
A rite of passage

The final stage
the sacred home
Unlock the door
And lay the cornerstone
A rite of passage

Men of wealth and power
Influence and fame
Philosophers and leaders
All members of the trade

Bound by open honor
Lying (Line?) through rose and cross
An enigmatic union
Of esoteric thoughts

Beneath an ever-watchful eye
The angels of the temple fly

Turn the key
Walk through the gate
The great ascent
to reach a higher state
A rite of passage

The final stage
The sacred home
Unlock the door
And lay the cornerstone
A rite of passage

Turn the key
Walk through the gate
The great ascent
to reach a higher state
A rite of passage

The seven stars
The rising sun
A perfect world
The new life has begun
A rite of passage


I'm not entirely sure what they're pointing at through these lyrics (besides the obvious which Violator has pointed out in the comments), especially this part:

"The brotherhood of wisdom
Strength and dignity
Its rituals and secrets
Remain a mystery"

Hmm, not anymore... Well, hopefully this opens up more people to the idea that most people in power are part of the same club... I mean, I'm also hoping that people spot the connection between DT's logo and the Square and Compass + three pillars that I pointed out in previous entries. The first song is about a traumatic car accident, and this is the second song. That's what I like about DT though, their albums have layers and layers of meaning and are fun to listen to and try to figure out.

Inevitable

I don't get it - Every single time I lie down just to relax and clear my mind a little, my sister and her goonish boyfriend stomp into the room above me, burping and slamming cans of coke down on the table, then turning on the godforsaken TV with its booms of advertising slogans and utterly nonsensical and pointless shit. Every time. Especially when I'm beginning to focus on some serious issues in my life, or even just opening my eyes to appreciate the beauty of the springtime atmosphere shining in through the window. When they enter my field of perception I feel anger, hate and confusion. Not nice emotions to exit a meditative state through. They are up there all day, every day, from noon until 4 in the morning, just staring blankly. I don't understand it.

Since I had a pretty bad depressive breakdown yesterday, I am trying my best to stay in a relatively positive mood, and succeeding a little, except for these frantic packets of time where the opposite of calmness and peace screams its sick message into my unwilling ears and I am not able to shut it out. Is it the inevitable doom of all peace-seekers to eventually face the harsh, prescribed "truth" that is imposed upon the masses? It sometimes seems that the more I look for something to guide me through this physical reality, the adversary to what I am looking for appears instead (not talking about synchromysticism or conspiracy research, these are 2 things that have been my spiritual friends through current times) almost instantly. Is the only real path in life to work a low-paying job, live in a shitty apartment and do what you actually like to do on the side? I don't think so. Unfortunately that has been my only option up to this point in my "adult life", and no matter how hard I try and change that the mechanized droids who thrive on a soulless existence apprehend me each and every time. I am searching for alternatives.

Cheesus

Dallas Couple Sees Jesus Inside Cheese Snack

Many people have seen and heard about the likeness of Jesus turning up in unlikely places. Now, one North Texas family says they found Jesus in a cheese snack.

Get a load of their logo...



All-seeing-eye, 11 with star between the 1's (stargate), 21 (Black Jack/BJ/Boaz+Jachin, also BA, egyptian concept of the Soul, 21=777), and don't forget the two pentagrams... Blue and red once again, the right brain...

Trekkie turns apartment into Enterprise

It's a flat, Jim, but not as we know it: Trekkie turns his home into Starship Enterprise

Middle-aged men often counter the trauma of divorce by seeking a new sense of purpose in a hobby.

For some it's golf; others turn to fixing up vintage cars.

But Tony Alleyne has boldly gone where few others have been - transforming his flat into an amazingly accurate replica of a Star Trek set.

I'd probably go insane very quickly living there.

New Coke Cans with Sunglasses on them

I apologize for my vitriol in the last few posts, must not be too interesting to read since no one comments on them... Then again a few sites I frequent have been pretty quiet lately.

I noticed that the can of coke I'm drinking (how hypocritical, you say) has sunglasses on it, as seen in the Synchrosphere (similar to the way some of us look at things as if through the infamous sunglasses from "They Live", a movie by John Carpenter [JC]):




Another design for Ramadan had a star and crescent shape:



Another sunglasses wearing tough guy is Duke Nukem (I believe he was partly based on Roddy Piper's character from They Live):

The MTV Soul Vortex

This channel enters my life every and any time I am in my dreaming mind and wish not to be awake. The dreaming mind is essential for constructing a reality in your thoughts/inner process to cleanse and purge heavy junk data attached to your self through dark vortexes from the outside. I was kept awake until 6:30 in the morning by our cat who will stand right beside my head and make a loud meowing noise when she's in heat. I drift off and have a dream where a group of 5 men and 5 women were on dates or some shit. I was just observing it from a corner of the room. It felt completely pointless so I switched it into a faux online deathmatch game where I was at least involved in some way, and began having a lot of fun flying around the room "battling" with people (really, we were just marking points of energy at which we would "die" and "respawn" after sending a certain amount to another, so it was really an energy transmission to others who had wished to join me, perhaps just copies of myself which I was playing with and my energy was flowing naturally through our "deaths" and "rebirths"). Unfortunately this didn't last as I woke up to the sound of the television upstairs. It was on MTV, one of those "reality shows" where it's impossible to tell what is actually going on unless you're highly tuned into it, otherwise it just sounds like a bunch of people yelling at eachother and judging eachother pretty harshly for an unknown, ambiguous goal. All the music sounded exactly the same (soulless and monotone digital beats engineered to suck the remaining brain cells out of the victim), all the people talked in exactly the same way (scripted), everyone was trying to reach the same materialistic, backwards goal (probably money). That's all it is. Propaganda for the banks, propaganda for the military, propaganda to keep you in check to remain content with a mind-numbing euphoric slave state.

It was literally impossible to tell what the point of it was as I tossed and turned, attempting to attain a meditative state in order to regain the state of mind which I was dragged out of. Hearing the voices of those people and the "music" was a test on my capacity to completely drown out the outside world (not a good thing as the outside and inside must be integrated in order to achieve peace). I finally "gave up" and had to wake up after only maybe 5 hours of actual sleep so that I could get out of the state in which I was bound to hear this backwards shit on the TV upstairs against my will.

This is what people are losing their soul to, a complex and planned-out vortex which strips the being of any true motivation to reach a state of peace, instead you are presented stereotypes and selective archetypes to observe yet not learn anything from besides how to judge others and accept what a corporate executive is feeding to you as being "cool". The vapid trance in which those around me are sucked into this screen is almost frightening in its consistency to aggravate me and prove that they do not wish for anything that I find to be truly positive in life. They are hopelessly addicted to something which reduces their ability to think for themselves and they are fine with that. I'm sure this situation spreads far, far beyond the boundaries of my home, yet it is here with a tendency to alienate through selection and stir up negative, false competitive emotions. No intelligence, no spirituality, just another mind game to work up a state in which you feel helpless to support a war machine that never stops.

I have a TV in my room, but it is never on. Partly because our internet goes out when it's on, and mainly because everything available for viewing is bullshit. It isn't hard to break an addiction to TV at all. When you simply refuse to turn it on you will feel as if you are being set free. This was an important factor in my process of getting the hell out of that consensus trance which sends us, the slave populace, backwards every step of the way.





Twin pillars and Star of Isis (or maybe "starfish" for anus?)

Oh ATS, how I loathe thee

I can't stand the AboveTopSecret forum. What a bunch of pseudo-skeptic lame-asses with nothing better to do than "debunk" shit and spread their useless egos around. If you post something slightly out of the ordinary, they attack you until you don't event want to try and "prove" what you're saying. If you post something which everyone else wants to talk about (which is usually just political shit), you get a ton of replies and flags. I used to go on there a lot all throughout 2007 but haven't been there regularly in a very long time. I remember how frustrating it was reading through the absolutely pointless things these people talk about, how much I questioned what I was getting into when it really wasn't even necessary to view what a large group of other people were thinking about certain things. They give themselves credit for "debunking" the Reptilian thing. How do you debunk something like that? It's entirely possible there are such beings, and given the state of things there could be some sort of volatile limiting force preventing us from reaching a state of ascension while hiding out in another dimension or reality.

I'm just sick of their mob-like behavior and constant badgering of anyone who dares post something out of the ordinary that happened to them. It's sad that they represent any fraction of those interested in the conspiracy and paranormal realms. There are some "big shots" there who have been posting ever since I first found the place, and they never seem to actually contribute anything, they just judge and mock and cry "fake". They get all pissy and threaten to leave the site whenever someone posts something fake, it's not like the person who posted it knew it was fake when they found it and wanted to share it with others to see what they think.

From this thread -

SpacePunk: What? No pictures yet? That's the problem with people these days. Either ya got pictures, or you don't. I'd even settle for a photoshop job just for the lulz.
If it's real, and ya got pictures then let's see them. If it's a hoax, at least put some effort into it.

All the person did was post something weird that happened to them, and there are pages and pages of people saying the same thing: "Fake!".

Six Secret Societies

Found a link to an MSNBC story talking about secret societies. Check it out...

Seven secret societies in fiction and fact

In the Dan Brown thriller "Angels & Demons," Harvard symbologist Robert Langdon tries to prevent a modern-day resurgence of an ancient brotherhood called the Illuminati from carrying out its goal of destroying the Catholic Church. The real-world origins of the group trace back to Bavarian law professor Adam Weishaupt, who in 1776 established a group to free the world from the control of the church and, perhaps, establish a New World Order. That group is thought to have disbanded by 1790, though some theories suggest that the Illuminati continue to operate today.

Wow, that's pretty much out in the open. Hiding shit in plain sight, eh?

1. Knights Templar
2. Freemasons
3. Rosicrucians
4. Cosa Nostra
5. Skull and Bones
6. Bilderbergers

Alright, so the title says it's about "Seven" secret societies but only actually lists 6 that everyone already knows about (I'm guessing the first one mentioned was the Illuminati, but there's no title it just says "introduction"). It's pretty much just confirming they are all in control of what happens in the world and they have no problem with that. They failed to mention a lot of stuff though... This is just a fodder piece for idiots to laugh at the crazy "conspiracy theorists" and continue their smug stupidity.

Boy Scouts Train to Fight Terrorists, and More

Alright, so, some kids are allowed to carry toy guns, some simply aren't...?

Scouts Train to Fight Terrorists, and More


"Die, Terrorist Scum! N.W.O, N.W.O!"

IMPERIAL, Calif. — Ten minutes into arrant mayhem in this town near the Mexican border, and the gunman, a disgruntled Iraq war veteran (T: He's a traitor!), has already taken out two people, one slumped in his desk, the other covered in blood on the floor.

The responding officers — eight teenage boys and girls, the youngest 14 — face tripwire, a thin cloud of poisonous gas and loud shots — BAM! BAM! — fired from behind a flimsy wall. They move quickly, pellet guns drawn and masks affixed.

“United States Border Patrol! Put your hands up!” screams one in a voice cracking with adolescent determination as the suspect is subdued.

The Explorers program, a coeducational affiliate of the Boy Scouts of America that began 60 years ago, is training thousands of young people in skills used to confront terrorism, illegal immigration and escalating border violence — an intense ratcheting up of one of the group’s longtime missions to prepare youths for more traditional jobs as police officers and firefighters.

“This is about being a true-blooded American guy and girl,” said A. J. Lowenthal, a sheriff’s deputy here in Imperial County, whose life clock, he says, is set around the Explorers events he helps run. “It fits right in with the honor and bravery of the Boy Scouts.”

The training, which leaders say is not intended to be applied outside the simulated Explorer setting, can involve chasing down illegal border crossers as well as more dangerous situations that include facing down terrorists and taking out “active shooters,” like those who bring gunfire and death to college campuses. In a simulation here of a raid on a marijuana field, several Explorers were instructed on how to quiet an obstreperous lookout.

“Put him on his face and put a knee in his back,” a Border Patrol agent explained. “I guarantee that he’ll shut up.”

One participant, Felix Arce, 16, said he liked “the discipline of the program,” which was something he said his life was lacking. “I want to be a lawyer, and this teaches you about how crimes are committed,” he said. (T: maybe not the way you're thinking, but yeah, it does.)

Cathy Noriego, also 16, said she was attracted by the guns. The group uses compressed-air guns — known as airsoft guns, which fire tiny plastic pellets — in the training exercises, and sometimes they shoot real guns on a closed range.

“I like shooting them,” Cathy said. “I like the sound they make. It gets me excited.”

Orangutan and Blue Tick Dog

The odd couple: How an orang-utan and stray dog became best friends... and landed a slot on Oprah

Suryia the orang-utan and Roscoe a Blue Tick hound became friends when they crossed paths at a South Carolina sanctuary for endangered animals. Now they swim together, play together and Suryia even takes the dog for his walks.

"We're going on Oprah, bitch!"

Dr Bhagavan Antle, founder of TIGERS (T: Chinese zodiac 2010) said: 'Roscoe looked really thin and a little lost so we fed him and took care of him.

surrender

I surrendered to her... She is in my dreams, with me and then away, in the dream I continue trying to contact her as if re-living the moment of my failure... It's been 3 years since I was with her in person but I can still see her vividly as if I was with her yesterday. The pain of our separation lingers like an amputated limb, the cold heartache of loss stronger every day in order to remind me of what I've done and where it has taken my life. It took me away from someone I needed, away from someone who saw through my exterior and into my heart, someone I mistreated and lied to. Her warmth and love is not meant for me... When we separated I was tossed into my own world of horrors and paranoia, a punishment for having taken granted the gift of a lover. I am frozen in that moment of desperation and loneliness, her perfection rejecting my flaw of existence.

Winger - Seventeen

Because Jon brought up Beavis and Butthead, I was reminded of the band Winger:



I then looked them up on Youtube (because I have nothing better to do) and found a video of theirs for the song "Seventeen", watch at your own risk, the cheesy late 80s/early 90s butt rock lameness might rub off on you!



I'm not sure but I think this song's about fucking a 17 year old girl. Just wanted to post it because it's another lame music video to go with the others I've posted and it features everyone's favorite occult number 17.

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lol

Christ the Consumer

'Jesus in jeans' sculpture unveiled

Father David Buckley unveiled the £35,000 seven-foot high bronze statue at the Our Lady Immaculate and St Philip Neri Catholic church in Uckfield.

Cornish's sculpture was funded by money left by Winifred Gregory, 87, a member of the congregation who passed away last year.

Christ is wearing jeans and a shirt billowing in the wind while his hair and beard are neatly and fashionably trimmed.

Christ, Redeemer of Coupons at Target...

Solar cross over his head...

Not sure what's wrong with me lately. Been pretty anxious and depressed, not that I'm not used to it. I'm at a point where I'm genuinely confused as to what to do with my life, once again I'm used to that, but now I feel as if a clock is ticking down closer and closer to the termination point. I don't have any motivation to do much of anything besides smoke cigarettes (when I have them which is rare) and make posts. Because I refuse to support the disgustingly, blatantly corrupt system in which we live, I am denied any means of living free to the extent at which others who have fully/partly entranced themselves into the corporate mindgame live. I don't wish for anything it has to offer, but they've made it so that unless you "bend over and take it up the ass", you are worthless and should be locked away. I feel like I'm in a cage, physically and emotionally. My mind is free to roam but that's about it... I'm separated from my musical instruments, my friends, my home... I am here in Michigan living in a basement because I stopped letting what most people know as "life" push me around like a bully. But I feel like I'm only hiding and the bully will soon find me again and become twice as harsh.

I feel I am on the right path, but something cruel desperately does not want me to be here...

10 Yr. Old with Toy Gun Arrested, Fingerprinted

More news from the Bizarro Universe (because if I was actually creating reality nothing like this would be happening):

10 Yr. Old with Toy Gun Arrested, Fingerprinted

NEWTON COUNTY, Ga. -- The latest case of zero-tolerance at the public schools has a 10-year-old student sadder and wiser, and facing expulsion and long-term juvenile detention. And it has his mother worried that his punishment has already been harsher than the offense demands.

"I think I shouldn't have brought a gun to school in the first place," said the student, Alandis Ford, sitting at home Thursday night with his mother, Tosha Ford, at his side.

Alandis' gun was a "cap gun," a toy cowboy six-shooter that his mother bought for him.

"We got it from Wal-Mart for $5.96," Tosha Ford said, "in the toy section right next to the cowboy hats. That's what he wanted because it was just like the ones he was studying for the Civil War" in his fifth-grade class at Fairview Elementary School.

"It kind of reminded me of the [soldiers'] guns that I was studying," Alandis said, "because I had brought pictures home of the gun and stuff, and that gun that I had reminded me of the revolver" depicted in his textbook.

Tosha said that Wednesday afternoon, after school, "six police officers actually rushed into the door" of their home. "He [Alandis] opened the door because they're police. And then they just kind of pushed him out of the way, and asked him, 'Well where's the gun, where's the real gun?' And they called him a liar... they booked him, and they fingerprinted him."

The "police officers" were actually Newton County Sheriff's Deputies.

Lt. Mark Mitchell said Thursday that Alandis had used the toy gun to threaten other children on the school bus and in his neighborhood, which Alandis denies.

Alandis was charged with possessing a weapon on school property and with terroristic acts and threats.

"On the school bus," on Tuesday, Alandis said, "when I dug into my bookbag trying to get my phone out (T: Does a 10 year old really need a cell phone...?), the boy beside me, he reached in my bookbag and got it [the toy gun] and started telling everybody, 'He's got a gun, he's got a gun,' and spread it around the whole bus. So I put it back in my bookbag."

But he said the students kept shouting, "He's going to shoot all y'all, he's got a gun, he's going to bring it to school and shoot all y'all." Did Alandis ever say anything like that or make any threatening moves with his toy gun? "No!"

The school bus driver never caught on to what the students were saying, and as a result never confiscated Alandis' toy gun.

There is video from inside the school bus, and investigators are reviewing it.

The next afternoon, Wednesday afternoon, Alandis and his cousin went to the home of a friend in the neighborhood, another 10-year-old boy, to play with him.

"And we told him, 'We came over to see if you can come out.' He saw the gun that I had. So he ran in the house and called 911." (T: WTF)

Alandis said he found out later that his friend had never before seen a gun and thought it was real, and thought Alandis might shoot it. Alandis insists he never said anything to the friend other than inviting him to come out and play. (T: How did he even know it was a "gun" if he had "never before seen a gun"? This is what happens when your stupid tyrannical law system interferes with the mind of a child, you get situations where no one knows what really happened because kids don't even give a shit)

"The 911 call that we received" on Wednesday, Lt. Mitchell said, "was that a 10-year-old male was outside of a residence with a gun threatening to shoot another child."

Mitchell was referring to the incident report from the Newton County Sheriff's investigators who write that deputies "responded to a 911 call from a ten-year-old [neighbor of the Fords] who said there was a boy outside of his house with a gun trying to kill him."

Lt. Mitchell said that, apart from Alandis' denial that he made any threats, investigators quickly realized that the only gun Alandis had was his cap gun.

"In this day and time, we do not take anything lightly, whether it's a toy gun or a real weapon, for the safety of the kids and everyone involved, the safety of the school. That's our main concern."

Tosha Ford agrees that Alandis should not have brought the toy gun to school, and did not know that he did, but she said the reaction that unfolded was overblown, due to rumors that school children quickly spread.

"Someone heard that Alandis had a toy gun in his bookbag and said, 'Oh, Alandis is going to bring a gun, he's going to shoot everybody.' He [Alandis] was wrong, he should never have taken it to school. And I told him that. And he's being punished" at home. "But also on the other side of the coin, I think it's a travesty what's happened to him.... For them to say that's he's made terroristic threats is just ridiculous. We've taken it and changed what 'terroristic threats' was meant to be for. And with children saying that 'he's got a gun, he's got a gun,' it's gotten blown out of proportion.... I don't think they handled it very well. I know it's their job, but I think they took it to the extreme."

Sherri Viniard, the Director of Public Relations for the Newton County School System, emailed a statement to 11Alive News Thursday that reads, in part:

"Student safety is our primary concern, and although this was a toy gun, it is still a very serious offense and it is a violation of school rules. We will not tolerate weapons of any kind on school property." (T: It's not a fucking weapon, and your primary concern should be educating your students, not sheltering them into idiocy)

Alandis had his first hearing in juvenile court on Thursday. Tosha said the case worker assigned to Alandis will recommend a period of probation, rather than juvenile detention. The judge will make the final decision.

Tosha said Alandis is not allowed back in school for now. She has a meeting scheduled with school administrators. She does not know if he will be expelled, and is hoping for no more than a ten-day suspension.

"A toy gun is a toy gun," Lt. Mitchell said, "to be played with and for kids to have fun with. (T: Paging Captain Obvious) But when kids use it the wrong way, just like anything, then it can be scary."

And that's the crux of the dispute about the "terroristic threats" charge, whether Alandis purposely did anything to scare anyone, or whether other children over-reacted at the sight of his toy gun.

For the record, Alandis knows what he wants to be when he grows up -- a police officer. And that hasn't changed. (T: I'd be pretty freaking jaded by this point)

"You know, he's a 10-year-old little boy who wants to be a police officer," Tosha said. He also has "little walky-talkies and stuff, because they like to play police and recon."

Innocence of child's play now lost, she says, no matter what the outcome of the case is.

Thanks, police state. God knows what trouble I'd be in if I tried anything I did in elementary school in a post-9/11 world.


Because I used the word "Bizarro" in my post, I decided to do a google search for "Bizarro" and this thing popped up:

Bizarro

What do we have here.... A Pig man on the left, two dogs (one big one and one small one, like Sirius A and Sirius B), a one eyed alien in a UFO following your cursor around, a stereotypical Mason wearing a fez looking very much like Pan (he does a dance/ritual when you hold the mouse over him), a recently hatched chick (meaning the egg just cracked), an All Seeing Eye on the TV, Two Kats on the right (KK, K2, one is orange one is dark), a shoe on the ground (bigfoot/Ophiuchus resonance). One link says "Symbol Secrets".

About this "edgy" person:

You have to wonder what inspires a highly respected cartoonist to covertly include images of bunny rabbits, eyeballs, fishtails, slices of pie, firecrackers, crowns, upside-down birds, tiny spaceships and the abbreviation K2 into nearly every cartoon he draws. Subliminal mind control, you say? Nah, that’s an obvious explanation. Dan Piraro does it because he can … and because "Bizarro" fans love it!

Strikingly unconventional in style and appearance, "Bizarro" is the means by which cartoonist Dan Piraro unleashes both his secret symbols and uniquely eccentric view of the world on unsuspecting newspaper readers every day. Highly praised for its detail-driven artwork and off-the-wall humor, this comic panel has massive appeal among audiences who enjoy alternative humor.