It's not a cult

A cult preys on the weak and their stupidity.  If I had a cult it would be an elitist cult filled with only the strongest humans.  Why would I need a cult of stupid people?  I'd make them try out to be in my organization.  I think it would be a lot easier to break a smart person than to break a dumb person.  These so called smart people show up to work every day and take orders from a boss who is more than likely a lot dumber than they are.  The dumb workers miss too many days and get fired.  The smart rarely speak their minds because they don't want to lose their job.  I doubt I could trick them with religion but maybe I could with stock options in "the company".  I'd echo the notion that in a few years the company's stock would be worth millions and soon everyone would be rich.  To make them more obedient I'd force them to work long shifts with nothing to eat but vending machine food.  Sleep deprivation and starvation are key ingredients for this to work.  Next I'd make them feel like they're part of a family.  The CEO would be like their father and my secretary would be like their mother.  If they left there would be a chance they'd die.  Outside of the organization there isn't any health insurance and if they got sick they couldn't afford the hospital bills.  The only thing left would be "the message".  The cult members would need reassurance that the collective whole is in control and is an all powerful force.  Any opposition to the collective reasoning would lead to write ups and possible suspension.  I would send webcast messages via email, hand out company tshirts, and maybe even print a book all with the message that we are here to stay.

Replace the idea of religion with money and most of the working class is part of what I consider a cult.  We are all free to leave but the fear of losing health insurance keeps us there.  I could find a new job but I'd just be trading one cult for another.  We're under the control of capitalism and greed.

up the DMT man

Dimethyltryptamine is a naturally occurring psychedelic found in the human body.  We produce it during REM sleep.  DMT is produced in plants.  It's something we can have in common with nature.  Stupid plants quit hogging all the dimethyltryptamine!  DMT can produce anything from a short lived psychedelic experience to a total immersion into a different reality. I don't really care about the pill form, smoked form, or injected form of DMT.  I have always been a cheap bastard.  If my body can make DMT why should I pay for it?  One way of releasing DMT is to have a religious experience.  That's easy enough but I don't like going to church so I can just pray for DMT at home.  Other ways the body gives up the DMT are death, REM sleep, and meditation.  The white light a person might see at the time of their demise has been linked to a release of DMT by the pineal gland.  I'm not quite ready for death so I bought a book on Zen meditation.

I'm interested in self healing.  I am a cancer survivor.  Life is short and we should enjoy it.  Stress is the cause of many of life's problems.  Imagine a bad day at work, the worst day possible.  I'm talking about no coffee, boss up your ass, too much work, and problems at home.  It's too much.  What if you could walk away from it for a few minutes and come back completely refreshed.  My old man would sit on the toilet for a half an hour and read.  It's a great way to get away from everything but it's not for me. I sit completely still in my room and focus my breathing.  After a while it feels like I've woke up from a full night's sleep and many of the questions I've had about my day now have answers.  It's not some hippie bong trip.  It's science.

Plugged in and Jacked up

Got my second coffee and 8 tabs of chrome.  I'm blasting some jerk on facebook, reading about Gingrich losing in Florida, listening to reggae, updating my google+, and blogging about it.  This is my zen.

The coffee isn't as good as the coffee at work.  I wonder what kind they are buying or maybe I'm make the Folgers crystals wrong.  I doubt there is a wrong way to do it.  I haven't cleaned the coffee maker ever.  hmmm

I don't even know the guy who's commenting on my facebook status.  He might be an old friend from college but he isn't using his real name.  His location says Alliance and that's where my old friend was from.  He was always a little nuts and I doubt he'd use his real name on facebook.  Do you hear that helicopter flying overhead?

Gingrich is a pretty smart guy, but he also lacks compassion.  He comes across as a jerk and I don't like him.  I wonder what made this monster.  His mother never hugged him.  He doesn't respect women and that's what scares me.

Shaggy was popular in the 90s, but what the hell happened to him?  His voice is unique.  I can only pick up a few words.  Every time I hear a Shaggy song I think of dumb and dumber the movie and maybe that's what killed his career.  Every white person in America watched that movie and when Shaggy is singing summertime all they picture is Loyd driving those dogs around with ketchup and mustard getting in their fur.

I don't think google+ can compete with facebook.  My mom is on facebook the earth still circles the sun.  If mom finds google+ and signs up the earth will probably spin out of orbit and fly off into a black hole.  I can't put weird stuff on google+ anymore because my dad is following me.  My dad is up to date and his phone is 10X smarter than mine.  His phone doesn't have any hinges and my google+ no longer has any updates about my unit.

Sound of snow

When I was growing up on the farm I could hear the snow falling from the trees.  Everything around me was white and peaceful.  It's been snowing for an hour now.  I went outside to feel the snow hit my face, but there wasn't peace.  All around I hear snow blowers and plows chewing and pushing away.  Things have changed and I miss being home.  I miss the quiet.  I used to love snow when I was a kid.  Snow meant sledding and snowmen and digging tunnels.  Now it means shoveling and being late for work.  It means potholes and accidents on the roads.  I miss going outside with my family and to not worry about anything except staying warm.  I remember one time I lay down on the snow face down for a few minutes and my mom came running out.  She was worried I passed out but I was just enjoying myself face down with nature.

Deciding between two car seats

My wife and I got in an argument over which car seat to buy.  Our daughter is 2 years old and she's outgrowing her current seat.  The argument started because my dad bought our last car seat for $5 at a garage sale.  It worked really well, but we need one for the other vehicle.  My wife is looking at car seats starting at $230!  I couldn't believe it.  These things are expensive.  The lady at the store said we can't put a price on safety, but she can.  My wife has pretty much made up her mind between two models.  They are the Britax Frontier 855ICT and the Graco Smart seat Ryker.

Britax Frontier 85ICT(~$230 @Amazon 1/12/2012)

We have a girl and they don't make this seat in pink.  That isn't a deal breaker with my wife and I'm a little shocked.  Our daughter can stay in this huge thing till she's 85 pounds if we can fit it in the car.  When she goes above 85 pounds we can switch it to just a booster seat and then I'll use the main body as a recliner in my living room.  She can stay in the booster seat until she's ready for college.  According to the Britax website the only con with this model is that it's a little bulky and the fabric isn't machine washable.  It has two drink holders so my daughter can have her two 40oz colas for those long trips.

Graco smart seat Ryker(~$300 @Walmart 1/12/2012)

This one is available with some pink on it.  This seat works up to 65 pounds in the forward facing 5 point harness configuration.  It only has one cup holder and I think that's where they lost me.  It's side impact tested and all that, but if it only has one cup holder I just don't know.  This would have been an excellent car seat if we would have got it when she's 6 months old.  We wouldn't have to buy another one.

I think we'll buy the Britax Frontier model.  It's a little cheaper and has the two cup holders.

Fighting over God

One of the worst subjects with me and any other human is the subject of god's will.  The reason I get upset when someone gets all preachy with me is simple.  I know everything about god.  I hate politicians using his name to get votes.  I hate seeing people holding signs saying god is against gays.  I was created by god in his image and I feel a special connection with him.  The connection is spiritual and personal.  It's a one on one between the two of us.  I trust him and believe.  It's hard to believe in something that doesn't exist in reality.  It's even harder to believe that someone else has a greater connection and it's their mission to help him out.  History has a lot of stories about people doing horrible things in the name of god.  The idea of working for God and doing his will is crazy.  What gives you the right to do his work?  Does he really want you to hold that sign by the side of a busy street outside an abortion clinic?  I can talk with god just as you can but you're saying that god gave you these directions to give me.  If I ever give advice about religion I'll ask the person to just pray for an answer to a question they think would help.  If I said anything else it would only hurt the situation.  I can't speak for him.  The idea that anyone could speak for god is insane. When I'm at church I'm focused on a spiritual path.  I dedicate an hour to god and try to tune out what's going on during mass.  Going to church is like a sacrifice to me and I feel guilty I feel that way.

This was written because of a facebook post.  I don't watch football but I know who Tebow is and tonight he's a loser.  Sorry Broncos fans :(

ick

A razor blade forged from invention, cold, and smooth.  I force myself across your skin and leave a valley of freshly cut skin.  A river of warm thin blood soon fills the newly formed valley and coats my smooth shiny edge.  I stop for nothing and continue my journey downward getting deeper with every inch.  Vein, muscle, and fat now stand in the way of me completing my mission but offer little resistance.  Bone is the only brake this vehicle has.  Scratching and scraping away at bone I continue the line I started narrow and true.  This will soon be my last chore and when it's complete I will be discarded.  This is my purpose and the reason I was created.  In a few moments nothing will matter.  I feel the end drawing near and the momentum is finally extinguished and I lie still.  As I look forward I realize all the things I might have accomplished.  I could have done so much more with my existance.  I could still be useful if only fate would have started me elsewhere.  I could have started the cut somewhere with little resistance in my path.  I could have followed in another's path to lessen the hard times.  The edge once so sharp is now imperfect from the battle with bone.  Half of my edge is stuck in bone.  The other half is still sharp and willing to work but cannot continue on without the other half.  The blood once so warm and thin is starting to gain density while losing warmth.  My once shiny surface is now covered in red and a bead slowly forms at my tip forming a drop which gravity pulls to the floor.