De'Marquise Elkins appears in court during his trial in Marietta, Ga.
Just a short follow up on this animal who thought he was being a man when he brutally murdered a baby sitting in his stroller by shooting him point blank in the face. Infant Murdered by Teen Scum
This piece of shit faces life in prison when he is sentenced at a later date. At the time of the shooting he was 17, too young to face the death penalty under Georgia law. I hope he ends up in a prison heavily populated by sodomites who like young black teen ass.
I'd like to share this story with you. There are greater things in this universe than monetary policy, military power, and need to be popular. Twitter and Facebook are the present manifestations of our digital culture. We are led to believe that we are moving from an ignorant existence to a state of sophistication that will transform us into god-like beings. We were god-like and we are not moving forward. We are degenerating into hubris and ignorance. We knew who we were and what our place was in this cosmos. Now, we are lost. We are told what to think and what to believe. We are being deceived. Our consciousness was our own. Now, it has been taken from us and we have forgotton who we are and why we are here.
This is an excellent article written nine years ago. These thoughts are relevant today, in spades. Have a look ...
The Psychopathology of Work
by Penelope Rosemont
This article hits the nail on the head so squarely, it is frightening. It certainly rang a chord with me. I could not better describe my disgust with the rat race any clearer.
"I am a hot and sexy sissy boy who loves a man in uniform."
According to the news stories I read today, Manning is a hero. He is brave. He is a poster child of everything that a young boy growing up should want to be like. Isn't that special? The worst part of it is that the great unwashed is eating it up with a spoon. They aren't getting enough filth on the WWW to satisfy their perversions. They aren't getting enough filth from the TV. The media is filling up the gap. All I can do is lay low, bide my time, and move West to Colorado. If I have to, I can always disappear into the wilderness in Idaho or Montana. This is still a possibility. It isn't the jungle but it will do.
23 years ago on this day I received a letter from the State of Nevada declaring me a single person. I don't like to think about this, but I do each August 17. For the five years I was married, I was happy. I dare say this has been the only time I have had a run of years where I could make that declaration. I am OK. I suppose in most respects I could say that I am happy. Content might be a better description. I know who I am. I have a fairly good idea where I am going. That might not be much to hang on to, but for now, it will suffice.
I am fat and lazy. That is not a situation I plan on being in much longer. At my age it is beyond reason to continue doing nothing in the area of physical fitness. I have got to drill this home and realize at this juncture, it is imperative to stick to my training. The training ends when I drop dead. When you put it in a nut shell, it makes things simple. I know what it is I have to do. I have to embrace life. To be honest, I am not all that thrilled at the prospect. As I have said earlier, I'm tired. I've been here before. A rejuvenation is required and I am the only person that can make this a reality.
*Note*
The most productive thing I can do is get the fuck out of this hillbilly town and state. Today I have realized my future does not revolve around making a life in Wisconsin. I'm going to stay low, save my money, and move to Colorado. I have knowledge that will be valuable in the growing marijuana industry of the great western USA. Go West young man! I'm on the hook for one more year. I can save a shit load of cash and continue developing my physical, mental, and spiritual skills. It's all good. This year will be a grueling ordeal but it will be well worth the effort. Washing the stench of this place from myself can't happen soon enough. Lord Buddha has taught me that I can not hate someone because their mind is sick. I made a promise a very long time ago not to hate anyone. I don't. Being disgusted is another manner.
Happy Birthday Stonne! Today is my 58th birthday. I am in good physical health. My mind is still sharp. I have a job that pays the bills. There is relatively little turmoil in my life to speak of. I am striving to improve myself physically, mentally, and spiritually. This is the best I am capable of. I have limitations. I deal with them on a daily basis. I try to keep my disgust for the great unwashed in check. Life is not getting easier with age. In some respects, it is becoming more difficult each and every day. I'm tired. I'm tired of the rat race. I'm tired of the lies and the deception. I'm tired of being a decent person only to be shunned and despised by the majority of idiots that this civilization is producing and converting at an alarming pace. I have to find my way. I have no other course. I have my goals to sustain me. This blog won't go dark, but I am in a period of reflection. It's personal. I know I will be pulling back some and I may be silent here for the immediate future. I need time. I need to heal. I need to invigorate this tired mind and body and move forward. No one can help me and even if I do ask for it, I am ignored. Such is the nature of this present time I find myself immersed in. Take care my dear reader. Hold on to your dreams.
I see in the near future a crisis approaching that unnerves me and causes me to tremble for the safety of my country. As a result of the war, corporations have been enthroned and an era of corruption in high places will follow, and the money power of the country will endeavor to prolong its reign by working upon the prejudices of the people until all wealth is aggregated in a few hands and the Republic is destroyed. I feel at this moment more anxiety for the safety of my country than ever before, even in the midst of war. God grant that my suspicions may prove groundless.
*Abraham Lincoln, 1864
Up early considering it is Saturday. I am heading over to this little restaurant close by and have a decent breakfast.
I am planning on fasting the rest of the week-end and pushing my physical limitations to the wall. My 58th birthday is one week
from today. I remember taking my 50th birthday picture. I did a nice side kick and it had been way too many years
between time since I even made the attempt. I have done little in the past eight years. It is no wonder I have extra flab hanging
around my waistline. The only real course of actions now is to starve it off.
I have a plan of action I have put into motion. It has been slow going but at least it is moving forward.
I call it my, "talk doesn't cook the rice" program. It is a path that few will walk and I do not expect anyone to follow my lead.
This is a course I must walk alone and in silence.
The physical program is grueling and so is the mental. I have a great deal of knowledge to
assimilate. The effort will not go unrewarded.
And the men who pull the mental strings grin to themselves as they think
over “what fools these mortals be,” and prepare themselves
to pull the same strings again upon the next occasion, and to
make their sheep‐like followers again dance to the tune ...
"I am a hot and sexy sissy boy who loves a man in uniform."
