War as Population Control.

War as population control has been around since the beginnings of over-population in humanity. It did not start out as the killing of the lower classes by command of the higher classes. It had a much more “innocent” start.


At first, one group would be in need of what another group had in its possession. Sometimes the needing side would ask for assistance. But, if they were in-able due to language barriers or refusals in communication this would result in stealing. If they were caught, or this did not bring in a sufficient amount of the needed products, violence would break out.

The attacking side would benefit most from conquer. But even if they were unsuccessful, they gain by being fewer in numbers. This caused a lessened burden on resources because fewer people were consuming them. Even when a side lost, it still gained. This was the population control where predation and succumbing to disease did not thin out numbers efficiently enough.


Some have said that war is the “failsafe” genetically implanted into humanity to conquer over-population. This may not be too far off when one is to look to nature. Spiders, while in the egg sac, with eat their brothers and sisters if the outside environment is inclimate for them to break out. Primates fight and kill each other in groups and bands if they do not have the recourses to survive. (Much the same way unarmed humans do.) Frogs and alligators will eat their own kind if they are the only other life in their dwelling. So really, killing in a war like fashion seems to be pretty natural, especially when we take in primates into the equation.


But like anything that humanity has had, power takes over and abuse takes hold of even the most natural of tendencies. Those with power learned that they could get people to fight and die for a cause as long as the story was good enough and believable enough to convince the people to take arms and fight. (In some cases an outright forcing of military service was issued.)


I believe Justin Sane wrote the best analysis in “Anatomy of Your Enemy”. Here he stated:

Ten easy steps to create an enemy and start a war
Listen closely because we will all see this weapon used in our lives
It can be used on a society of the most ignorant
To the most highly educated, we need to see these tactics as a weapon
Against humanity and not as truth

This is how to create an enemy
This is how to start a war
This is how to create an enemy

First step
Create the enemy
Sometimes this will be done for you

Second step
Be sure the enemy you have chosen is nothing like you
Find obvious differences like race, language, religion
Dietary habits, fashion

Emphasize that their soldiers are not doing a job
They are heartless murderers who enjoy killing

Third step
Once these differences are established
Continue to reinforce them with all disseminated information

Fourth step
Have the media broadcast only the ruling party's information
This can be done through state run media

Remember, in times of conflict
All for-profit media repeats the ruling party's information
Therefore all for-profit media (is) state-run

Fifth step
Show this enemy in actions that seem strange, militant or different
Always portray the enemy as non-human, evil, a killing machine

This is how to create an enemy
This is how to start a war
This is how to create an enemy

Sixth step
Eliminate opposition to the ruling party
Create an "Us versus them" mentality
Leave no room for opinions in between

One that does not support all actions of the ruling party
Should be considered a traitor

Seventh step
Use nationalistic and or religious symbols
And rhetoric to define all actions

This can be achieved by slogans such as
"Freedom loving people versus those who hate freedom"
This can also be achieved by the use of flags

Eighth step
Align all actions with the dominant deity
It is very effective to use terms like
"It is God's will" or "God bless our nation"

Ninth step
Design propaganda to show that your soldiers have feelings
Hopes, families and loved ones
Make it clear that your soldiers are doing a duty
They do not want or like to kill

Tenth step
Create an atmosphere of fear and instability
Then offer the ruling party as the only solution
To comfort the public's fears
Remembering the fear of the unknown is always the strongest fear

This is how to create an enemy
This is how to start a war
This is how to create an enemy

We are not countries, we are not nations
(Enemy)
We are not religions, we are not Gods
We are not weapons, we are not ammunition
(Enemy)
We are not killers, we will not be tools

Motherfuckers
I will not die, I will not kill
I will not be your slave
I will not fight your battle

I will not die on your battlefield
I will not fight for your wealth
I am not a fighter
I am a human being

( http://popup.lala.com/popup/2017894142681546894 To hear this song.)

Here we see just what has been done, throughout time, to start a war. But what is gained in our modern war practices? The ruling class decreases the numbers of the less privileged in their country so less has to be fought for and split. Those on top will be able to keep a greater amount to themselves because they will be some of the few who are left. They will see that what they feel is theirs will not be taken away by those that they feel are undeserving. (The commodities and privileges that only the “high society” should get to have.) Those who are lower in social status will be killed or at least be removed from competition. This helps to remove some very legitimate fears that higher classes can have during economic struggles.


These are: higher taxes for those who have much, being robbed by those in need, or seeing both of these scenarios escalate together to culminate into civil war where they will have to fight on a side, or be the opposing side. There they would lose much, even if they win. (It is just the opposite of when primitive man fought a war. So they need to keep this from happening.)

To deflect this occurrence these higher classes divert the anger from themselves onto another target. Then, they become the people who make money off of wars and are not a side that could/will lose as greatly as if they had allowed war to break against them in their home land. They often own the companies who make the materials for war. So, they win on a triple level. Not only do they get to get rid any competition from underneath, they also make money off the spoils, and they are protected by the government and the people because they are now seen as helpers for the “good cause” and deflected from being seen as the enemy or hoarders of strongly desired goods and privileges that the lower classes are not allowed to have.

Lemmings, or People?

If a 'thinker' thinks like every one else, he is not a thinker. He will be just another lemming, ready to jump off the cliff in a mad rush for the words "freedom" and "opportunity".

Lemming Mentality.

If a 'thinker' thinks like every one else; he is not a thinker. He is just another lemming, ready to jump off the cliff with the others, in a mad rush to die.

Facebook.

Impraesentiarum immo conveho facebook.

Every time I talk to a Mid-Westerner

Fidem vix terra inaccessus tantillus Thespiensis ulcissor exspiro facinus fidem praestare.

Near Death and Thoughts

How interesting the change is. I remember being high school. I may not have looked the part of the nerd; but to know me, I was. I played in the band, spent almost all of my free time in my room reading a book, practicing the bass trombone, reading pen-pal letters, writing letters to pen-pals, or listening to music, if not doing a combination of all of these things. But most of my time was taken up by school and church. In both I played in the musical groups. If it was music, a Christian organization, or both I was involved. The whole time I was questioned about what I believed and how I could. If they encouraged me (in the collective student body I was a part of) it was to tear me down when I was not around, or when they thought I was out of earshot.

As I grew, I took more interest in things that did not just praise a man who was said to live in the sky and be the reason I was going to spend my after-life in the sky with him, I started to study psychology and Eastern Religion/philosophy. (They are intertwined exclusively because their practice is mysticism.) I learned the pleasant feelings one feels during the “religious experience” are only chemical releases in the brain. This same effect can be found in non religious people when they go to a musical concert. The combinations of the number of people in the congregation, the words used by those leading, the volume level and timbers of the music, and personal psychologies can practically be calculated to have the same (or nearly same, so it does not seem preordained by man) effect each time. It’s that warm, ‘loved’ feeling that comes about during the service. Of course, it will be stated that it is not always there...

But, I stated that personal psychologies are a large contributing factor. If one is not in the correct mind set, this effect cannot be achieved. This same point of conjecture has been used many times during church services; I had been to, to explain that god was not always as present in their lives. Their lack of religious experience was said to be due to not perfectly adhering to the specific dogmas of their denomination. In all actuality they were just not in the correct mindset to be hypnotized by the service.

Taking information like this, and other reading and studies I had done lead me to look elsewhere. (Not to mention actually reading the book Christianity bases itself on.) Once I got to college, I met a beautiful blond who had a genius level intellect and was practicing Buddhism. It seemed from our first time hanging out; we were meant to be best friends forever. She taught me parts of the world I had been long sheltered from. She helped to teach me of the things I had only read of in books. And when I was lucky, we would get to experience brand new things together.

Through new experiences and interactions I continued to grow and learn. Not all of these new experiences were good. A few were: working places full of drug addicts, being without any transportation other than my feet, and having my life threatened by those who are sworn to sever and protect lives. But in each I took away from it a great wealth. I saw why I never wanted to get into drugs, on a second hand basis, and learned the hard way about car care and when one is getting ripped off by a mechanic and what it was like to look at death.

During these hard times I had one very near death experience. (I have written elsewhere about the near death experience, so I won’t go into that here.) But several times I had my life threatened by those who wear a badge and carry a gun. Such as one time I was stranded on the side of the road.

My car was stuck in a mud hole, and no matter what I did I could not get out of it. I tried going forward and back ward but my car would not budge. When trying to get my car unstuck didn’t work I tried knocking on the doors of the businesses in the area. But it was late and no one was in. I started home on foot...

A while later a car stopped behind me. Being grateful that any one stopped, I turned, and looked at the vehicle for a moment, I walked towards the car. I was going to lean into the passenger side window, and see what the driver may offer as help. Before I got that far I had a mag-light and the barrel of a service pistol pointed in my face! I barely heard what the fat ass was saying for the fact that I was shitting myself from the shear shock and the extreme use of force!

After yelling that I was totally unarmed and that I was just stuck up the road (To which he told me he had already seen) he had me get into his patrol car and we went back to where my car was. He did not helping me get my car out of the mess, but he accused me of trying to break into ever building in the area. He proceeded to check ever last door and window for any sign of break-in in the whole area! Thankfully there was no indication of the sort inflicted by anyone because he would have pinned it on me!

It was easy to see that I had been driving, unable to tell that the mud puddle was a perfectly still pool and not a paved area. The lack of adequate lighting only exacerbated the problem. Plus I was rather angry that the fat fuck never indicated that he was a police officer till after he told me to get in his car. He did not have his cop lights on, or said he was the police even while pointing a loaded weapon at me!

Then there was the time my wife got out of the hospital. She was in a crash she was lucky to come away from. And after the shoddy care she got at the hospital, was lucky to be alive. As part of her recovery regiment she was told to walk as often as she could. I worked nights, so when I got off we went for walks. Though usually never a problem...

This night was a mistake! The college kids had just come back from mom and dad’s basement and were parting at full tilt. One reject decided his lack of being able to get laid due to lack of people skills, attractiveness, and any form of respect for any one needed to be taken out on the next person his drunken ass laid eyes on. He passed my wife and me on a bike, and started whistling and saying that he wanted to join us for a three some and loved how cute a lesbian couple we were. As he got closer he saw that I was, in reality, a guy and proceeded to tell me I was gay... Nearly perplexed, I turned and yelled to him, “You, being a guy, whistling to a guy, and telling him how cute he is, is gay. I am holding hands with my wife that you just thought was SOOOOOO hot. That makes me not gay.”

This infuriated this pink shirted bastard to no end. Trying to seem like a bad ass, he circled us while riding a girl’s bike. He kept taunting me, telling me my wife was a whore, and begging me to fight him. Then he got off of his bike and started to tell me to throw the first punch. I’m pretty annoyed by this point. But, mostly, I am worried about my wife, who still feels bad and has not even been able to return to work, let alone was in a state to fight with some drunken fat ass. As this sad joke continues to play out, I was starting to wonder what I would do if this turned into something real. I didn’t wanna get my butt kicked; but if I beat him up I’d be up for assault charges. I tried to play it cool, but when he shoved my wife out of the way and went for my throat, I shoved him away and my hand brushed past my phone! I didn’t usually carry it with me because a phone call during a walk seems to end its serenity. But finding that I had not taken it out of my pocket was a great relief.

I took it out and dialed the police. Once he heard who I was calling he tried to run off. In the attempt to mount the bike, he fell onto it three different times. After he had ridden away the police got there and surrounded my wife and me with guns drawn. They were yelling at me to stay where I was and not to move. It took five times for me to convince this guy that I called for him to help me!
After this long, and nearly pointless, exchange of words I eventually convinced this dense, gun totting, hack that I was in need of assistance; not to be shot! He then gets a message on his radio that they got the guy who attacked my wife and me and needed us to identify him.

When we get there the pink shirt is crying like a child and waving his arms around like some kindda nut. The driver asks us if that is him, and we tell him it is. He gets out of the patrol car and talks to the other officers at the scene. The pink shirt attacker is lifting up his shirt and showing some injury that is bleeding. After seeing this, the officer who drove us there walks up to me and demands that I give him my knife. I don’t have a knife, and I tell him so. I told him the pink shirt guy fell on his bike several times trying to get away. But, no matter what I said he was not convinced, and took me to the station. I spent all night in a cell, got finger printed, had to give a statement, and tell them I started the fight before they would let me go! Then, I had to meet with one of the university higher-ups to plead my case to him to remain a student! All that for asking the police to help me! I have never done that again! (As a side note, I later found out that the bike the guy was on was stolen from some local girl.)

Of late I have been talking with people I went to high school with. Most of them have kids, families, careers, and a new found love for Jesus! These same people were the ones who made fun of me for doing the same thing when I was immature and naive durring high school. Now it is the greatest thing that has ever happened in their lives. They LOVE Jesus and will not stop talking about how amazing he is and the paradise that awaits them. Nor do they stop persecuting those who do not believe what they do, constantly saying that hell awaits anyone who doesn’t believe just like them.

I cannot help but to just look at what they type and wonder what happened. These people should be wiser than this. Many of them went to good schools where logic and reason are taught. But now they insist upon an ideology far removed from logic. Back in high school they had a more firm concept of A+B=C types of logical proofs. They have regressed from where they were in their teens! And call me a fool!

I have been the one who has nearly died and had his live threatened several times. (By the “good guys”.)I have not finished a degree. (I really want to.) I have done all I can not to settle into life and become complacent; to learn and to be what I have dreamed to be and to not let my dreams fall away and die... But I am called a fool to no longer believe -the 2000 year old zombie who only showed himself to friends after being reanimated- story. Shouldn’t I be the one wishing and hoping for pipe dreams of paradise because I have come so close to seeing my life blinked out of existence? I have not quite gotten to that place I have always wanted to achieve. Shouldn’t I just want to sit around waiting for paradise to come to me? After all that has happened, that would seem the most logical, right? But that is not what I have chosen to do. I will continue to fight and rally for all that I want and desire. I will never give up.

But, I will end with saying that maybe what is logical is to say that they now have to hold onto these pipe dreams. Because if these dreams are true, it will be the only thing that will ever happened to them.

Why do we not tax churches?

I have stopped donating money to anything untill churches are taxed.

Technobabble.

Technology has increased, but humanity's ability to logically understand the world around it, has decreased.

The Glow.

“Come into the light. Come see me, feel me, touch me.” The voices seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere. The voices came from my own head. I looked into the room where they tried to keep me for so many years. I was too stifled there to breathe. I was being told exactly what to feel and how to think. The presents of that glowing tube was always there. Though not always on, it never seemed to be off. Every image was there; but it always moved. It told a story, or it “informed”. Why do we have this glowing box in our home?

It feels just like when we have certain books around ourselves, at all times, but they are never read. I have known several people who carry one specific book all the time; but they know almost nothing of what is written inside. It is just like carrying a brief case that only comic books are kept.

An ideology stands. There they put a famous man, said to have conquered death. But all the things he claimed to have said… They act in an exact opposite manor. “To offer the other cheek” of yourself has turned to “Blow their mother-fucking face OFF!”

Even the view of “God and Country” is blasphemous. He stated to “Give unto Caesar what is Caesar’s” to keep him out of harm, and to tell his followers to only do only what is absolutely needed for the government you are under. Pay you “debt” to society but to never forget what is most needed and asked for.




How can it so easily be misconstrued?

Small town fears.

Yesterday, I was wasting time, and chatting away my life with a few past friends and co-workers long lost to time. As is always the case, they asked what I am doing with myself these days. I tell em how I am looking for the 9-5, and in the mean time, doing as much writing as I can get in with my limited ability at the craft. At this they always ask what I am writing and the same answer always comes about. I tell em I’m working on a couple of novels and I am working on a work of political ethics/philosophy that I am very proud of. They press to know more... As per the usual, I tell them more of the specifics and, usually, they become more intrigued. Not this time!

As soon as I mention the occult (nothing more than the simple use of the word) and they suddenly disappear and I get a message telling me I am no longer able to converse with this person through facebook. No issue to me. I never really had any significant conversations with her before, anyways. So, I thought nothing of it.

But, then - I get a threatening e-mail from her husband. (Whom I have never talked with in the whole of my life.) He told me to never contact her again and that there was no way I could have known her in real life. (I worked at the same place she did for YEARS...) My only response was to the e-mail was the only 1 I saw to be correct to the situation, “The only one doing/saying anything threatening is you. And if you ever do it again I will go to a higher power source.” Thankfully I did not hear from him again, but it sure helped me to remember why I am taking the time to write what I am; maybe it will have an impact and help to get rid of that kind of fear and open hatred. Maybe not, but I will have done what I could with what I saw as the best way to get it done. (More on that later.)