Court widens scope of property seizure | csmonitor.com: "Justice O'Connor was joined in her dissent by Chief Justice William Rehnquist and Justices Antonin Scalia and Clarence Thomas. She writes that the high court has opened the door for cities to in effect turn over private property from one person to another."
That's right... the fucking "Republican" judges actually made the right decision. Fucking government taking my land for public "benefit." Might that the capitalist perpetrators of this greivous sin against our constitution suffer the agony of eternal damnation. They say I have right to property, but not if someone else "deserves" it more. That's right. Embedded in this ruling is the statement that nepotism transcends the right to owning property. Ownership society my ass. Fuck.
Though, I suppose there are some obvious benefits...
This just in: The president of the United States, under the protection of the latest supreme court ruling, has seized the life of Clay Aiken. His team of lawyers released this statement. "The government of the United States of America exercised the priviledge of eminent domain on the body of Mr. Clay Aiken today. We have arrived at the unarguable conclusion that his life threatened the economic viability of the modern american music industry in the global marketplace."
Mr. Clay Aiken's former body was later donated to Duke University for a project which seeks to perfect the technique of live carbon freezing. All attempts to date have been wildly unsuccessful. Mr. Clay Aiken was unable to comment. His former body had nothing to say from within the pre-carbonation tank in which it is currently held.
23.6.05
You've Got Mail
The New Republic Online: You've Got Mail: "So there you have it. A rich Washington lobbyist apparently schemed to use money from Indian tribes to buy paramilitary equipment from Russian oil executives and send it to Israeli settlers in the West Bank. What could be simpler?"
19.6.05
Absolution and Recompense
Absolve your selfs, or find a priest.
Can you be judge, jury, and advocate?
Does Christ sit upon your right shoulder, Lucifer your left?
Or are you one without blame, upon whom God's light shines eternal?
Do you fear the presence of the prosecution?
Self-criticism is an art; self-redemption a science.
To be holy is to be wholly.
What is existence, if not complete?
Do you strive for happiness?
Find your self and tell me what is happy.
Can you be judge, jury, and advocate?
Does Christ sit upon your right shoulder, Lucifer your left?
Or are you one without blame, upon whom God's light shines eternal?
Do you fear the presence of the prosecution?
Self-criticism is an art; self-redemption a science.
To be holy is to be wholly.
What is existence, if not complete?
Do you strive for happiness?
Find your self and tell me what is happy.
12.6.05
11.6.05
Creationism's Imperative
Destruction without creation is nihilism.
Creation without destruction is imagination.
The ideal is always at least 1/infinity away.
The ideal is a temporally dependent phenomenon.
Human is animal and god. We are the nexus of the ideal and the real. It is impossible by 1/infinity to purely live in the ideal or the real. The Buddha preached the middle way. Enlightenment merges the ideal and the real into a seamless absolute. Accept the limits and walk the fine line between. Metaphor grasps life. Live to grasp metaphor. Even the highest science is but a metaphor, albeit underdetermined. All it takes is the genius of Einstein to reform. Where is that genius now? The Buddha is here. The Buddha is now. One must simply accept; God's grace shines eternally upon us.
Some say the Romantics construct faux worlds. Some say any ideal is but a fantasy. Let these naysayers prove their worlds in their actions. Let them abandon imagined constructions. Let them avoid stories and games. Will they forget individualism? Will they forget science? Will they forget the world?
A utopia exists for us to create. Inevitably, we will always be 1/infinity away from perfection, but let us see how close we can get. World peace? Perhaps, perhaps not. Money is not an answer but an abstraction.
Sins can be forgiven, but sans penance, not forgotten. Penance is not punishment, but imperative towards overcoming. Self creation does not cease; hence, world creation does not cease. Do not deny the imperative towards creation. Rather, accept it on your terms. We can wait for fate to force our hand, or we can lead the attack at the time and place of our choosing. Take a cue from Napoleon. Just because we refuse to see the enemy, doesn't mean the enemy won't rape our women and pillage our village.
Destroy the system. Create it anew.
Creation without destruction is imagination.
The ideal is always at least 1/infinity away.
The ideal is a temporally dependent phenomenon.
Human is animal and god. We are the nexus of the ideal and the real. It is impossible by 1/infinity to purely live in the ideal or the real. The Buddha preached the middle way. Enlightenment merges the ideal and the real into a seamless absolute. Accept the limits and walk the fine line between. Metaphor grasps life. Live to grasp metaphor. Even the highest science is but a metaphor, albeit underdetermined. All it takes is the genius of Einstein to reform. Where is that genius now? The Buddha is here. The Buddha is now. One must simply accept; God's grace shines eternally upon us.
Some say the Romantics construct faux worlds. Some say any ideal is but a fantasy. Let these naysayers prove their worlds in their actions. Let them abandon imagined constructions. Let them avoid stories and games. Will they forget individualism? Will they forget science? Will they forget the world?
A utopia exists for us to create. Inevitably, we will always be 1/infinity away from perfection, but let us see how close we can get. World peace? Perhaps, perhaps not. Money is not an answer but an abstraction.
Sins can be forgiven, but sans penance, not forgotten. Penance is not punishment, but imperative towards overcoming. Self creation does not cease; hence, world creation does not cease. Do not deny the imperative towards creation. Rather, accept it on your terms. We can wait for fate to force our hand, or we can lead the attack at the time and place of our choosing. Take a cue from Napoleon. Just because we refuse to see the enemy, doesn't mean the enemy won't rape our women and pillage our village.
Destroy the system. Create it anew.
7.6.05
Serendipity
We hear much about the culture wars these days. But those fools have yet to encounter culture wars. Freedom-haters v. Baby-killers, Squares v. Beats, Conservatives v. Liberals, Democrats v. Republicans... these are red herrings. The core has yet to be contested. Whether life begins as a zygote or an embryo is not its meaning. Let's dance around the surface for a few more years; give the weak a chance to hide, the strong an opportunity to position themselves for the battle, for the war.
Peace will follow, but not without bloodshed. Life will go on, but not without changes. Can you not yet see the light? You will, or you'll be dead.
Peace will follow, but not without bloodshed. Life will go on, but not without changes. Can you not yet see the light? You will, or you'll be dead.
1.6.05
And there it were...
So, remember that one time? Right. Hold that thought. Now exhale. And then she smiled.
caught within the sands of time
a lyric fell and then a rhyme
the fool: a man without a name
sought to play the poet's game;
and if his manners bear no sense
shut your ears in recompense.
he'll stand no cat that won't comply
and damn them all unto the sky.
please not yourselves, says he, and you
need only see another fool
but no, you will not; you must still
applaud your neighbors' own free will.
and let them dance as they desire
with no jail, gallows, or hellfire
let him run in society free
afterall, he won't bother me
you are cowards and afraid
of a world yet to be made
you skirt your duties, right or wrong;
though, all are foolish, none are strong
and since, my souls, you cannot flee
to saturn or to mercury
write you will, if you can
future laws of the overman.
caught within the sands of time
a lyric fell and then a rhyme
the fool: a man without a name
sought to play the poet's game;
and if his manners bear no sense
shut your ears in recompense.
he'll stand no cat that won't comply
and damn them all unto the sky.
please not yourselves, says he, and you
need only see another fool
but no, you will not; you must still
applaud your neighbors' own free will.
and let them dance as they desire
with no jail, gallows, or hellfire
let him run in society free
afterall, he won't bother me
you are cowards and afraid
of a world yet to be made
you skirt your duties, right or wrong;
though, all are foolish, none are strong
and since, my souls, you cannot flee
to saturn or to mercury
write you will, if you can
future laws of the overman.
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