Romney Romney Romney

Maybe if Mr. Romney cuts enough of his own taxes he’ll be able to call himself a billionaire. As far as I can tell, cutting taxes is the only policy he hasn’t flipped on so far. Most business men make their first billion. Mr. Romney here, seems to be ahead of the curve on this because his strategy isn’t the free enterprise route but rather the rot the system from the inside route. I give him props for the innovative way in which he approaches this dilema he has; he knows that there is absolutely no way in hell he has a future in the private sector. He is 65 and has been out of work for a decade. But sadly his ambition isn’t curbed by his incompetence. He strives on, beside himself, trudging on the path which he finds himself suitable for. The path that says Factcheckers will not dictate his campaign and that no position is so definitive of him that he may not flip flop on it.
This campaign is the political version of Romney’s glue factory in that, he is running to prove that he is not quite ready for the glue factory. All he cares about is his reputation. A reputation that has him harvesting companies by day and restricting minorities rights by night. Mr. Romney has the social ethics of the Taliban when it comes to education funding and women’s rights to equal pay. He compares rather well with the Al Shabab in Somalia given his stance regarding the role of government in society. He is right on track with rogue reigimes like North Korea and Iran when it comes to his wilful contempt for the UN’s role in the international scene. Mitt’s contempt for the United Nation’s authority internationally exceeds even W’s who infamously invaded countries without cause and without UN backing.
I suggest we give the man who’s policies skyrocketted the Dow and wound down two wars a second chance, before we risk another pseudoreligious, holier than thou nutbag in the white house. It would be a waste, a damn waste, for the American people to shave off 50% of Barack Obama’s potential. Let him finish the job.
Re-elect Barack Obama.

Serendipity On the Web

ImageSerendipity to me means always new. Because one day none of it will be new. Having an article pending wont be new. Doing a hundred pushups wont be new. Knowing what I want to pursue wont be new. Neither hope nor disappointment can maintain their novelty. What you know has to ultimately become old. Only what you don’t know can always be new. Maybe the strongest argument yet for the existence of God is the discovery that only uncertainty is certain in this Universe. It is a great gift to a curious race of humans from a little sun called sol, to be presented on the dawn of its civilization with a Universe as full of serendipity as it is infinite. This is the gift of the gods as deists would unfailingly announce.

If there is a miracle out there it is serendipity. If there is hope it is the hope that you will be surprised. Pleasantly surprised. As some look to ever increasing knowledge about reality to be a source of control and the ability to predict, I look to the same path-finding scientific research with the hope that I will be surprised by what they find. I think we need it. The strangeness that is.

We absolutely must, from time to time, recover that feeling of uncharted depth. Maybe that’s why explorers set off from the old world and discovered the new. Maybe that is how we humans, before the advent of modern ships had managed to spread onto 6 continents, with only the intolerable Antarctica  barring our way. What could these first humans and those 15th century Spanish explorers have had in common other than an undying thirst for the unknown?

Serendipity is an old word. The phenomenon itself is as old as mankind. But the online world has breathed new life into the term. We click on a strange new pop up icon on our desktop for the same reason that our ancestors hopped onto wooden vessels and floated off to near certain doom. We hate boredom just a little more than we fear the unknown.

Serendipity feeds hope. It’s the voice that says, “there is always a chance this wont suck!” A great example is the ballooning growth of the world wide web. In a few decades its population of users has grown by billions. I mean it was only invented in 1990. I was born a mere two years later and it has been an indelible part of my education and entertainment. The sheer wealth which this tool has generated is truly incredible. Millions of online jobs now exist where mere decades ago there were none. Companies like Apple have a new lease on life because of the possibilities which the interconnected medium of the web affords.

One of the world wide web’s most consistent growth sources is in fact serendipity. Through hyperlinks, strangers are connected to what will eventually become familiar content to them. That’s how once upstarts come to dominate an industry such as search and old legends like Netscape are bought up and recycled by the survivors. Hyperlinks are one of the most significant part of the web. they are a force of egalitarianism the likes of which both Marx and Engels could never have dreamed of. Through hyperlinks, titans such as coca cola and an average blog from the web have the same weight if you measure the connectivity of their url. Information is indeed a primary function and product of the web. But it is the unexpected kind that is the most interesting.

The advertising value of exploiting online serendipity has been achieved by search engines such as Google. Their use of sponsored ads which match with a user’s search term tends to exploit the power  of serendipity. These sponsored links maintain their unexpectedness while realizing very expected returns for the search company. We stumble upon so much online that it is almost a rule that the greatest value the web has to offer is serendipity.

Almost every significant website in my life, I have happened to find accidentally. I discovered Wikipedia though Google and I discovered Google through its infamy as a search leader. My cherished file sharing(stealing) sites like 4shared came into my life accidentally through a web search. They were just there. When I needed them the most they were just there. Like a part of my fate or something.

This is the effect I speak of when I say serendipity. I speak of moments when the entire web just aligns to make your day. Like a super-funny video you run into on YouTube. Lolcats, anesthetized kids, Gagnem style are just a few examples of the cool stuff I’ve bumped into whilst surfing.

The web is such an interesting and useful cluster of infomedia that practically guarantees you that moments such as these will occur. It’s a different place. Online, you’re only bored if you so choose to be. There are too many interesting people out there doing amazing things to leave you out of a worthwhile online experience. It’s a web. Don’t judge it, surf it!



It’s whats left. When you run out of hope. When you runout of despair. When you’re out of tears but not out of pain. A last ditch effort by your self to re-emerge. It’d a dark hope substitute. An endless yawning. Expressing the gulf between what you calculate to be your most ideal state and the way you are now.

Think of it as all the things you would change. If these could dig a hole and fill it with lava, that would be a great image for rage.

Depression gets all the attention. It’s such a diva. Always vacant and imitating death. But rage is what is past that. It’s the offensive version of depression. The luminous, voluminous and indisputable anti-depression.

Rage doesn’t mean you’re okay. But it’s a damn good likeness.

It’s evolutionary in origin. I find it too useful to be an accident. The gory trail of human development seems too horrible to not have spawned it as a defense. When the question was whether I should sulk in bed or get up and seethe at my circumstance, I chose the latter because of rage. Every moment I spent smoldering in the daylight, thinking of revenge was ultimately healthier than if I had spent that time lying prostrate on my bed pitying myself. The time outside showed me the blue sky. It showed me the life around me. It distracted me. The rage tricked me into accepting it as a more practical consolation prize. Bypassing the grand prize of depression.

The rage was motion. Good for my muscles. The rage was consumptive. Good for my appetite. It was addictive. Got my attention. It filled a hole. Good for level headedness.

I didn’t want to die when I was pissed off. I waned to win. I now realize that my mind probably used that as a trick to keep me alive. It worked. My gullibility kept me alive. My rage kept me awake. They both distracted me from the edge, the ledge, the precipice, the end. I’m not sure that I totally agree with how I was manipulated by my brain. But all I’m saying is that it worked. The proof is that I’m saying it. Ergo I’m not gone like the 8:00 a.m. train at 8:04 a.m.

I owe rage.

I attest to the propelling force of it.

Yet for all its uses, and in all its facets, I wonder, how do I get past it?

Book lernin’

If you consider yourself as a citizen of the world, then the bible as it relates to humanity’s worth and endeavors is intensely unpatriotic. Not only does it rebuke humans at almost every turn, but it is also quite disparage full of the world we live in. Often it resorts to calling our beautiful planet cursed.

Upon reading their book I conclude that Christians must think that we are all as evil as some of them are. But like the character Galactus the destroyer of worlds, the mistake in the universe which they detect is in fact themselves. Their mistake is that they start every dialogue unwilling to be convinced of anything other than what they currently believe.

It is true that Jesus  Christ as described in the gospels was an inspirational figure, but there were many great men before Jesus. And there were great books published after the publication of the bible.

How blind do you have to be to ignore two millennia’s worth of great ideas? It is surely the blindness of dogma that can be that opaque to facts.

Religious people who take their “sacred” texts literally would be comparable to people who were alive millennia ago, had these people taken the cave drawings which they had found , with their half human and half animal figures as literal representations of the way people looked 40,000 years ago.  Literal interpretation of the bible is insane.

We have come a long way as a species but the burden of superstition is still upon us. It is what we must shed. We have to detach this weight that keeps us lumbering, now forwards and then backwards, never consistently pursuing a focused agenda  of technological development as a species. For every Nation on Earth today which is innovative and developed there are several to match it which are slow in developing. These second and third world nations are those which stand the greatest risk of turning into mad, theocratic or rogue Nations.

To ensure that they maintain a course of development it is better that the first world concentrates less on exporting its Judeo-Christian Theo-philosophy and more on relevant investments in real and economically viable areas. As leaders in the world today, the first world nations should choose to propel the rest of the world, but in the direction of objective and sound economic advice and growth opportunities.

Science teaches us that the dawn of reality was chaotic from the start. This means that there was no pattern of creation. Certain aspects of reality simply were not formed or ordered atop of other aspects. It all emerged in a moment of incomprehensible violence. Therefore there was no God. There was no six nor seven nor eight day creation. We made that. We made up that causa sui. We made God.

The presence of our species as an intelligence unique in a universe of non-sentient organisms is indeed exceptional. But it is not miraculous. It is explicable. WE now possess the understanding to explain ourselves. The ability of our brains is not incompatible with that of other creatures in the world. The difference is a matter of degree. We are evolved to use our brains primarily as a means of survival. It gives us tools called ideas which we then turn into other resources such as food and shelter. We have the dextrous limbs fashioned by millennia of tool use. Everything we need in order to understand ourselves as a species is all around us. The foreign and absurd idea is in fact not evolution but the unproven and superstitious deism of religion.

Fossil evidence has shown us that we did not just appear out of nothingness. It took deep and geological time to evolve modern humans and the other hominids. WE survived while the others did not because we were better adapted than they were to the environment. No miraculous intervention was necessary to secure the survival of our species. We are here now because we have what it takes. As humans we are more adaptive than most every other large mammal on the planet. But this is no cause to make us arrogant enough to go our way on this planet while disregarding all the diversity and interconnectedness in all the different ecosystems. Evolution may not always be immediately convincing to some people, but once it makes its point, it’s  always followed by a resounding “I told you so.”

As powerful as our species is we have our place. Losing that place will spell dire consequences. It is noteworthy that no organism exists without a niche. Lets take care of our planet as well as each other. It’s the only one we have.