Category Archives: Pop Culture

Red-Pilled

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I will never forget the day I was red-pilled.

Initially I took the blue pill, but the antibiotics I was on rendered it inert. So like, after an hour of awkward silence, just sitting there in front of Morpheus and his posse, waiting to zonk out and wake up in my bed, he offered me the red pill a second time and I was like, “sure, let’s give it a shot”.

I think it was tequila—though it may have been absinthe, now that I think about it—that he poured for us both. And as we clinked glasses, I popped the red pill, chased it with the tequila, and then I quickly followed after it.

Two days later, I woke up hung-over, and batting away invisible sentinels. To this day, I still can’t look into a mirror without having flashbacks.

#IfMatrixPillsCameWithContraindications

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Call of Scarface

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Stress shoot builds Soldiers’ readiness [Image 1 of 2] (Photo credit: DVIDSHUB)

Hollywood is great at inspiring cold, heartless killers. It’s been doing so for ages. And in most cases, we think nothing of it, but congratulate our little minions for having made something of themselves, as they don their new camos and crew cuts and march with pride into the face of evil that is everything that America isn’t (whatever that may be).

But what happens if our kiddos don’t want to play in the sandbox, yet instead want to play soldier in our own backyard? Would Hollywood, an entity (as a whole) that takes credit for being a “culture creator”, accept responsibility for the influence they had on our children’s behaviour, or would they shift the blame elsewhere?

Ah. I see. Question answered. The spineless cowards that they are. Fortunately, there is another video that calls them out on this hypocrisy:

It seems that gun violence is okay, as long as it’s in a designated area, e.g. Kuwait, Iraq, Afghanistan, Pakistan, Iran (pretty much the litter/sandbox of the Middle East). Out of sight, out of mind? Or perhaps we just don’t give a flip, as long as it’s not happening to us. What you do behind closed doors…er…I mean, in another country…ahem! Hooray American imperialism! Let that freedom just gush right out!

And never mind the violations of Abu Ghraib and Gitmo, and the fact that in order for one to commit such violations, one must first learn to suppress that pestering echo of the human spirit, otherwise known as our sense of empathy, either! No, none of that matters as long as that is not happening to us, here, on our soil. Once it does, that’s not Hollywood’s fault, that’s not the parent’s fault, and it’s definitely not society’s fault for embracing a culture of fear, cruelty and violence. No, it’s the fact that we, as ordinary citizens, are allowed to have guns. Now let’s go around and collect those right away. (Nasty little things!)

What’s that you say about leverage against a tyrannical government? What tyrannical government? It’s doing just fine looking after our interests, keeping us safe from harm. Now enough with these rebellious ideas!

You say you need your pistol for self-defence? Well what do you need that for when we have the police? That’s what they’re there for! Dial them up (any time, day or night), explain your squabble, and they’ll sort out your problems in jiffy! Now isn’t that convenient?

What? Don’t be silly, of course they would never turn on us! It’s not like they’re human beings, susceptible to human weaknesses, and prone to human error. They’re completely impervious to any form of coercion or corruption! They swore an oath, after all!

Incidentally, I do take the conservative position when it comes to gun rights. I believe that if you take away the guns from law-abiding citizens, the only ones carrying guns will be the crooks and the cops (often the two are one and the same), and the soldiers (Hollywood says, ‘you’re welcome’, by the way).

Now, I will concede, I wouldn’t mind as much, if we fixed our economy (thereby lowering the incentive and opportunities to commit gun crimes), and down-sized our military, and disarmed our constables; because then would I feel safer. But instead, we’re not aiming for mutual disarmament, yet the matter is entirely one-sided, both socially and politically. And so I have to take a stand and defend our Second Amendment rights (though I fear such efforts might still be in vain), hence the point of this whole article.

♥ The Love–Glue Analogy ♥

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I believe there is a difference between Love and Infatuation: Love is permanent while Infatuation is temporary; yet the two really only differ insomuch as their states. That is, Love is Infatuation that merely hasn’t finished bonding (also known as curing), such as glue or otherwise adhesive.

There is no doubt that Infatuation is wonderfully intoxicating and even elevating, yet it is also mesmerising, disorienting, and deceptive—often ridden with an over-whelming sense of complacency. To put it another, proverbial way:  It presents itself as the destination when, in fact, one has yet to get in the cab.

Returning to the glue analogy, imagine that you’ve just heard about Love; about what it is, what it does, what creates for you. And what you’ve learned is, this magic goop allows you to build and shape previously unimaginable wonders; erecting magnificent, monumental works of art in a marriage of form and function that seem to defy the laws of physics itself!

So you hit the books, you discuss the subject with your peers, and you engulf yourself in your (borderline obsessive) research, as you wrap your mind around various conceptual designs and models, and eventually come up with your own; one that will not only stand out amongst the crowd, but withstand the tests of time. It’s then that you start collecting all the pieces you’ll need, with exception of that one, which you will get from that special someone. And then you find it.

Now, imagine you have stayed up all night, tinkering and assembling this magnificent artifact. And the final stage, right before employing this artifact is gluing all the pieces together. Now, the glue might need to cure for a few hours, possibly even days. Yet, for some reason, you are either too impatient or otherwise unaware of how long it takes for glue to finish curing (in your defense, it’s not as though the instructions were written on the tube or package) so you put your artifact right to work. And, for a few short moments, it works splendidly—better than you’d hoped or imagined! But then, all of a sudden, for reasons beyond your comprehension, your design appears to have failed as it falls into pieces right before your very eyes. (The horror and dismay that befalls you!)

And, to add insult to injury, as they say, now it’s not only all over the floor, it’s all over you. And worse, you can’t seem to shake it off. Yet, instead, with great grief, you have to try and rip it off; dried remnants of glue, stuck all over you, that lasts for days.

Later, after you have collected yourself, you may try again, reusing many of the same pieces from before, except that the old glue is still there. You try scraping it off, but you dare not try too hard, because you want to minimise any obvious scratches, and you still want this model to be perfect. So you try applying a fresh, wet layer over the dry one, but it just doesn’t fit as well.

I suppose what I am trying to say is, because we are so eager and impatient to put our creations to work before they have finished bonding, we have the tendency to make a mess of ourselves. And it’s tragic because, when we first learn of Love, we don’t learn about its properties and how to work with it, but how to work it; what we can do with it. This is a hard lesson I have had to learn for myself, but I hope that perhaps, my words here might be echoed, that others learn better and avoid making hasty decisions with love; saving themselves both time and grief.

Ego vs Conscience

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Lately I have found myself struggling with individuality. Not mine, per se, but of others. Now, allow me to quickly dispel any notion that I’ve gone Communist on you, and explain myself, for a moment. You see, it’s not so much as individuality, as it is Individualism that I have a problem with: Individualism taken to an extreme, mutating into a cop-out philosophy of relativism that defends one’s selfishness as an expression of one’s being. That, now that is what I have problem with. And why? Because it writes off its opponents as “haters” (deeming them the immoral ones) for attacking  their (the Individualists’) freedom of expression.

Anyhow, as this mindset is becoming increasingly more prevalent, I find it necessary to share with you my perspective on the Human Ego. But first, a fable often attributed to various Native American tribes that I believe echoes my sentiments quite well. It goes something like:

“An elderly Cherokee Native American was teaching his grandchildren about life…

He said to them, “A fight is going on inside me, it is a terrible fight and it is between two wolves.

One wolf is evil — he is fear, anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, competition, superiority, and ego.

The other is good—he is joy, peace, love, hope, sharing, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, friendship, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion and faith.

This same fight is going on inside you, and inside every other person, too.”

They thought about it for a minute and then one child asked his grandfather, “Which wolf will win?”

The old Cherokee simply replied: “The one you feed”.”

http://www.turtlezen.com/twowolves.html

Right. Jolly good. Well said. Message received loud and clear. At least….I hope. And, if not, perhaps this explanation will help clear things up a bit. (Or muck it up. I really can’t be sure anymore.) In any case, it makes sense to me, as I wrote it:

It is my belief that the Ego is that remnant that we inherited from our hominid ancestors, prior to evolving into humans through the development of the conscience (i.e. the Human Spirit). Therefore, to cultivate it (the Human Ego) is to grow and develop that part of ourselves that is most beastly in nature. Yet doing so suffocates the Spirit, muffling its cries in the process.

Incidentally, I do not believe that Humanity is a given, but a delicate and slippery goal that we must always strive to grasp. And this can only be achieved by overcoming the compulsions of Ego. Should we abandon this goal, Ego would inevitably take over, and evolution would lead us back to a state of lower comprehension and revert to a beastly form.

And the beast is a short-lived creature, for it does not plan that far ahead—if at all—but satiates himself in the now; living his life on a day by day basis. To feed the Ego is to resign ourselves to this beastly lifestyle. In doing so, we surrender our autonomy as we become creatures of habit, either through routine, or compulsion to seek familiar comforts and pleasures; often with exceeding intensities. Such trains of thought are confining, and are what ultimately limit even similar beasts from attaining our levels of comprehension.

Thus, if we wish to be free, we must abandon the fallacies demanded of the Ego. That is, for those of us who appreciate our humanity for what it is. For those who don’t, please try to keep it down, as you rattle your cages in anxiety and despair? One may only feed you so many times before she or he grows weary of getting bit.

Fin

So, there you have it. My perspective on the Ego and Spirit in a nutshell which just so happens to embrace evolution. But I think it fits, and I hope you do too. Like last time, until next time, please feel free to rate, comment, and share.

Good night, for now!  ^‿^

The Path of Excess

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Recently I have begun to notice that many of my friends have embraced the  false-virtue of Individualism as an excuse to justify their excessive lifestyles.

Among them, many have argued that their excessive lifestyles are not immoral, yet are merely the means by which they express the core of their personhood, through which they expect to attain both happiness and fulfillment. Moreover, they consider admonishment toward these lifestyles as affronts on their very being, as they are only “being true to themselves”. It almost sounds like a religion, when you think about it, but I’ll leave that one be, for now. At any rate, this is my reply:

It has been said that “the Path of Excess leads to the Tower of Wisdom”.  I must concede, this is probably so, but only after rendering the exorbitant toll of Regret; thereby depleting one’s treasury of Spirit; leaving one wholly dissatisfied.

Given such a price, it is no wonder that so many are inclined to leap from the top — ‘diving off the deep end’, as it were — in the misguided hopes of ‘just getting it all over with’.

No, to be brutally honest, Humility is the only prudent path: by virtue of  staying on course, one carves out a deeper sense of appreciation within oneself, and ultimately arrives with a greater sense of satisfaction. And the only cost is that of the Ego — of which, we each possess an inexhaustible surplus.

I will post more on my concept of Ego and Spirit in the  next post. Until then, feel free to rate, comment, and share. ^‿^

Depending On Your Answer

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The following is a sample of what I am offering. As transgendered woman living in the wrong gender role, I attempted to serve the U.S. Air Force. This is a glimpse into that part of my life. Please be sure to contribute your vote after you’ve finished reading the text?

It all started shortly after arriving at my first tech school. The last six and a half weeks of basic training (B.T.) was a whirlwind of sheer and utter Hell. Every aspect of my life was challenged, as they beat my sense of individuality into submission. I was no longer a person, but a soldier. But now, after only a couple of days, B.T. was a quickly fading memory. Like waking from a hot and formidable nightmare, with each passing hour, the details of it were quickly blurring into subconscious oblivion. Tech school was still stressful, mind you; but, at least, now I could breathe a little more easily.

Needless to say, this change of pace afforded me a luxury that wasn’t available until then: reflection.  And so, after taking a good, long look in the mirror, I began to assess the changes made to this body. And what I saw was a monster; a freak. Naturally, I immediately began to break down. It wasn’t me. I didn’t know who or what it was I was looking at in the mirror, but it surely wasn’t the slender, effeminate being that I knew. Where once there was soft, fair skin, now was coarse, dirty brown leather. Where before there were skinny curves, now there was a bulk of fat and muscle — even in places I never even knew existed! This was something remarkably alien and repulsive, and it scared me. Frightened and angry, I wanted to shed my skin so badly, if only there was a way.  It was then and there that I knew just who I was, and what I wasn’t, and what needed to be done. I would  fight every step of the way to undo all the changes that overcame this body over the last six weeks, or die trying.

Bitches Britches®

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I think it’s high time the designers in New York and L.A. came out with a new fad in men’s fashion.

Suffice it to say, I’m bored with men’s boxers, as they are. Sure they look great. They’ve got those sexy labels around the waistband. And that oh-so-soft feel to the touch! And those lovely wrinkles that unfold when they spill out of their denim cage that just makes you wanna grab those buns and . . . . mmm-mm!

But you know, there’s still just something missing . . . .

I’ve got it! They’re just too. Damned. Silent. It’s missing that . . . .  Man Crunch!

Ladies, you know what I mean. When your Alpha-male pulls up a chair, he wants everyone in the room to know he’s ready to do business. That’s why I’ve envisioned a new trend in male underwear.

We’ll call them “Bitches Britches®” (or B.B.’s for short), and male icons everywhere will be donning their B.B.’s proudly.

Made of an innovative blend of cotton, polyester and synthetic fibers, this super absorbent design uses capillary action to wick moisture away, maximizing dryness — even through the heaviest of workouts!

Every time your man slips on a fresh pair of B.B.’s, they’ll deliver that classic, crisp, crinkly sound — so you’ll know he’s fresh!

With these bad boys on, he’ll be confident around you, and the envy of his crew!

And for those hot, ravenous, anticipatory nights, they even come with sexy Velcro® waist fasteners for easy removal — so just as quickly as he puts them on, you’ll be ripping them off!

Go get ’em Tigress! Rrrreeow!