Objectivism Versus Scientology:
In Objectivism an axiom is a statement that defines the base of
knowledge and is a self evident truth. The three axioms of Objectivism are that
Existence Exists, that Existence is Identity, and that Consciousness is
Identification. The axioms of Objectivism flatly contradict Scientology
in holding that the Universe existed prior to the evolution of
consciousness. That things are what they are regardless of what one
chooses to believe. And that to be conscious is to see things are they
truly are without regard to the claims by an self-proclaimed authority
figure. An Objectivist would clearly see that L. Ron Hubbard was putting out
complete nonsense and therefore would be classed as a Supressive Person in the doctrine of Scientology.
Because it is a deliberate body of falsehoods created by a con artist Scientology must hold that the act of identification--which is to see things as they truly are--as something that must be forbidden and punished. And in a world ruled by Scientologists the truly conscious must be be put down with lethal effect.
Saturday, October 31, 2015
Thursday, October 29, 2015
Wednesday, October 28, 2015
The Stupid Is Strong
Mark Urbin was kind to pass this along:
This is a level of The Stupid that is rarely seen outside of the higher management of the Church of Scientology. As it would require a literal miracle for Miss Colton to get out of bed without accidentally killing herself I would have to reconsider my long standing position on the concept of God, or I could simply raise the question of if she is actually conscious or not.
But I'm too tired to write up a response to this walking brain death case.
This is a level of The Stupid that is rarely seen outside of the higher management of the Church of Scientology. As it would require a literal miracle for Miss Colton to get out of bed without accidentally killing herself I would have to reconsider my long standing position on the concept of God, or I could simply raise the question of if she is actually conscious or not.
But I'm too tired to write up a response to this walking brain death case.
Monday, October 26, 2015
Sunday, October 25, 2015
Saturday, October 24, 2015
Friday, October 23, 2015
A Suggestion
Would Hillary Clinton please do this nation a service and take the final exit?
Oh...that's right...she only serves herself...never mind...
Oh...that's right...she only serves herself...never mind...
Thursday, October 22, 2015
An Answer
A Leftist twit posted this question online:
“PLEASE CAN SOMEONE JUST TELL ME WHAT THEY MEAN WHEN THEY SAY THEY’RE AFRAID OF SHARIA LAW. WHAT SCARES YOU SPECIFICALLY (?)”
A law is a standing order to the apparatus of the state to carry out acts of force to specific persons under specific circumstances. In a civilized society the legal code directs the government to protect the rights (such as Life, Liberty, and Property) of the citizens and legal residents of a nation. Under barbarism the apparatus of the state is directed to attack and plunder the subject population. And Islam is barbarism on steroids.
Islam and the mass of contradictions that is claimed to be a system of law was the product of a thoroughly depraved individual. Sharia is the codification of the nihilistic lust for power and plunder of the false prophet Mohammed whose moral values are essentially that of a predatory animal pretending to be a human being.
I could describe Mohammed as a walking piece of excrement but that would be an insult to excrement.
If that doesn’t answer the question, what does?
And thanks to Mark Urbin for calling attention to the aforementioned mind dropping.
“PLEASE CAN SOMEONE JUST TELL ME WHAT THEY MEAN WHEN THEY SAY THEY’RE AFRAID OF SHARIA LAW. WHAT SCARES YOU SPECIFICALLY (?)”
A law is a standing order to the apparatus of the state to carry out acts of force to specific persons under specific circumstances. In a civilized society the legal code directs the government to protect the rights (such as Life, Liberty, and Property) of the citizens and legal residents of a nation. Under barbarism the apparatus of the state is directed to attack and plunder the subject population. And Islam is barbarism on steroids.
Islam and the mass of contradictions that is claimed to be a system of law was the product of a thoroughly depraved individual. Sharia is the codification of the nihilistic lust for power and plunder of the false prophet Mohammed whose moral values are essentially that of a predatory animal pretending to be a human being.
I could describe Mohammed as a walking piece of excrement but that would be an insult to excrement.
If that doesn’t answer the question, what does?
And thanks to Mark Urbin for calling attention to the aforementioned mind dropping.
Tuesday, October 20, 2015
Friday, October 16, 2015
No Kidding
John Cox brought us this:
Seriously, back when I was doing a security job in downtown Minneapolis someone once asked me where the post office was. I pointed to the massive limestone building with the words UNITED STATES POST OFFICE literally carved in stone. The woman said that she couldn't see it.
She had to be a Democrat.
She had to be a Democrat.
Thursday, October 15, 2015
Not An Original Thought
I know it’s not original but I had to do it, so here’s the Dead Prophet Sketch.
The cast: Tom Cruise, a short guy. David Miscavige, a really short guy.
Tom Cruise enters the shop pushing a large leather chair with dead old man on it.
TC: Hello, I want to complain.
(Miscavige doesn’t respond.)
TC: Hello, Miss?
DM: What do you mean "miss"?
TC: I'm sorry, I have a cold. I wish to make a complaint!
DM: We're closing for lunch.
TC: Never mind that! I’m here to complain about this prophet that I purchased about half an hour ago from this shop.
DM: Oh yes, the, uh, the Nebraska Red. What's, uh...What's wrong with him?
TC: He's dead, that's what's wrong with him!
DM: No, no, 'e's uh,...he's resting.
TC: Look, I know a dead prophet when I see one, and I'm looking at one right now.
DM: No, no, he's not dead, he's, he's resting! Remarkable prophet, isn't, it? Beautiful haircut!
TC: But he's stone dead.
DM: Nononono, no, no! He's resting!
TC: All right then, if he's resting, I'll wake him up! (shouting at the chair) 'Hello, Ronnie! I've got some lovely cash for you to grab if you show...
(Miscavige hits the chair)
DM: There, he moved!
TC: No, he didn't, that was you hitting the chair!
DM: I never!!
TC: Yes, you did!
Owner: I never, never did anything...
TC: (yelling and hitting the chair repeatedly) HELLO RONNIE!!!!! Testing! Testing! Testing! Testing! This is your nine o'clock alarm call!
(Takes Hubbard out of the chair and thumps his head on the counter. Stands him up and watches him fall to the floor.)
TC: Now that's what I call a dead prophet.
DM: No, no.....No, he's stunned!
TC: STUNNED?!?
DM: Yeah! You stunned him, just as he was waking up! Nebraska Reds stun easily, sir.
TC: Now look... I've definitely had enough of this. That prophet clearly deceased, and when I bought him not half an hour ago, you assured me that its total lack of movement was due to it being tired and shagged out following a prolonged lecture.
DM: Well, he's...he's, ah...probably pining for the wheat fields.
TC: PINING for the WHEAT FIELDS?!?!?!? What kind of talk is that? And why did he fall flat on his back the moment I got him home?
DM: Nebraska Reds prefer to lay on the back! Remarkable prophet, isn’t he? Lovely haircut!
TC: Look, I took the liberty of examining that senator when I got him home, and I discovered the only reason that it had been sitting in his chair in the first place was that he had been NAILED there.
(pause)
DM: Well, of course he was nailed there! If I hadn't nailed him down, he would have stood up and gone VOOM!
TC: "VOOM"?!? Sir, this man wouldn't "voom" if you put four million volts through him! He's totally demised!
DM: No, no! He's pining!
TC: He's not pining! He’s passed on! This prophet is no more! He has ceased to be! He’s expired and gone to meet his maker! He’s a stiff! Bereft of life, he rests in peace! If you hadn't nailed him to the chair he'd be pushing up the daisies! His metabolic processes are now history! He’s off the twig! He’s kicked the bucket, He’s shuffled off his mortal coil and moved on to Target Two!! THIS IS AN EX-PROPHET!!
(pause)
DM: Well, I'd better replace him, then. (he takes a quick peek behind the counter) Sorry sir, I've had a look 'round the back of the shop we're out of prophets.
TC: I see. I see, I get the picture.
DM: I got a slug.
(pause)
TC: Does it talk?
DM: Nnnnot really.
TC: WELL IT'S NOT A REPLACEMENT, IS IT?!!???!!?
DM: N-no, I guess not. (gets ashamed, looks at his feet)
TC: Well?
DM: It leaves a trail of slime.
TC: All right.
The cast: Tom Cruise, a short guy. David Miscavige, a really short guy.
Tom Cruise enters the shop pushing a large leather chair with dead old man on it.
TC: Hello, I want to complain.
(Miscavige doesn’t respond.)
TC: Hello, Miss?
DM: What do you mean "miss"?
TC: I'm sorry, I have a cold. I wish to make a complaint!
DM: We're closing for lunch.
TC: Never mind that! I’m here to complain about this prophet that I purchased about half an hour ago from this shop.
DM: Oh yes, the, uh, the Nebraska Red. What's, uh...What's wrong with him?
TC: He's dead, that's what's wrong with him!
DM: No, no, 'e's uh,...he's resting.
TC: Look, I know a dead prophet when I see one, and I'm looking at one right now.
DM: No, no, he's not dead, he's, he's resting! Remarkable prophet, isn't, it? Beautiful haircut!
TC: But he's stone dead.
DM: Nononono, no, no! He's resting!
TC: All right then, if he's resting, I'll wake him up! (shouting at the chair) 'Hello, Ronnie! I've got some lovely cash for you to grab if you show...
(Miscavige hits the chair)
DM: There, he moved!
TC: No, he didn't, that was you hitting the chair!
DM: I never!!
TC: Yes, you did!
Owner: I never, never did anything...
TC: (yelling and hitting the chair repeatedly) HELLO RONNIE!!!!! Testing! Testing! Testing! Testing! This is your nine o'clock alarm call!
(Takes Hubbard out of the chair and thumps his head on the counter. Stands him up and watches him fall to the floor.)
TC: Now that's what I call a dead prophet.
DM: No, no.....No, he's stunned!
TC: STUNNED?!?
DM: Yeah! You stunned him, just as he was waking up! Nebraska Reds stun easily, sir.
TC: Now look... I've definitely had enough of this. That prophet clearly deceased, and when I bought him not half an hour ago, you assured me that its total lack of movement was due to it being tired and shagged out following a prolonged lecture.
DM: Well, he's...he's, ah...probably pining for the wheat fields.
TC: PINING for the WHEAT FIELDS?!?!?!? What kind of talk is that? And why did he fall flat on his back the moment I got him home?
DM: Nebraska Reds prefer to lay on the back! Remarkable prophet, isn’t he? Lovely haircut!
TC: Look, I took the liberty of examining that senator when I got him home, and I discovered the only reason that it had been sitting in his chair in the first place was that he had been NAILED there.
(pause)
DM: Well, of course he was nailed there! If I hadn't nailed him down, he would have stood up and gone VOOM!
TC: "VOOM"?!? Sir, this man wouldn't "voom" if you put four million volts through him! He's totally demised!
DM: No, no! He's pining!
TC: He's not pining! He’s passed on! This prophet is no more! He has ceased to be! He’s expired and gone to meet his maker! He’s a stiff! Bereft of life, he rests in peace! If you hadn't nailed him to the chair he'd be pushing up the daisies! His metabolic processes are now history! He’s off the twig! He’s kicked the bucket, He’s shuffled off his mortal coil and moved on to Target Two!! THIS IS AN EX-PROPHET!!
(pause)
DM: Well, I'd better replace him, then. (he takes a quick peek behind the counter) Sorry sir, I've had a look 'round the back of the shop we're out of prophets.
TC: I see. I see, I get the picture.
DM: I got a slug.
(pause)
TC: Does it talk?
DM: Nnnnot really.
TC: WELL IT'S NOT A REPLACEMENT, IS IT?!!???!!?
DM: N-no, I guess not. (gets ashamed, looks at his feet)
TC: Well?
DM: It leaves a trail of slime.
TC: All right.
Monday, October 12, 2015
So Anyway (Once Again)
Once upon a time ago someone going by the handle of Technomad had some questions for Hillary Clinton as a presidential candidate:
"Mrs. Clinton, what makes you think that you're qualified to be President...or a Senator, or anything other than an Alcatraz inmate?"And remember that Hillary Clinton is a miserable failure.
"Mrs. Clinton, if your husband rapes someone, will you pardon him, or will he have to pay you millions of dollars like Marc Rich did?"
"Mrs. Clinton, when you start your reign as the Antichrist, will I have to get '666' tattooed on my forehead, or on my hand?"
"Mrs. Clinton, what is the truth behind those rumors that you think of I, Claudius as a training video? And what do you mean---don't eat the figs?"
"Mrs. Clinton, if you'd had a son, do you think he'd have joined the monks at Mount Athos to make sure he'd gotten away from you, or just joined the Foreign Legion?"
"Mrs. Clinton, when you take the oath, will you really be able to put your hand on the Bible without it bursting into flames?"
Sunday, October 11, 2015
So Anyway...
This blog was once titled Living In The Surreal World and the primary focus was commentary on the weird...stuff...that was put forth by others. Believe it or not someone actually came in, missed the point, and sneered that my view of the world was surreal.
And speaking of surreal here's a PSA video by some former captives of the Church of Scientology:
What can I say?
And speaking of surreal here's a PSA video by some former captives of the Church of Scientology:
What can I say?
Saturday, October 03, 2015
Come On!
While at the supermarket I saw the cover of the latest issue of the National Enquirer that proclaimed that Hillary Clinton had only six months to live.
Really? I know that the Enquirer has a reputation for extreme optimism but that's over the top.
Really? I know that the Enquirer has a reputation for extreme optimism but that's over the top.
Friday, October 02, 2015
The Stupid Is Strong
Thanks again to Mark Urbin:
Given that the National Rifle Association was founded by veterans of the Union Army to teach former slaves to fight back against the terrorist arm of the Democratic Party (KKK) it’s no surprise that this DS feels that way.
Beliefs Matter
A robber was asked why he robbed banks and answered because that’s where the money was. So why does mass murder happen in gun-free zones? Because that’s where the unarmed victims are.
We must remember that a firearm is a tool and is the instrument of human action.
The cause of human actions are the beliefs of the actors. The mass slaughters of the last century didn’t happen because of the weapons. The Holocaust wasn’t caused by a supply of insecticide, the National Socialists were acting on their beliefs. The murderer in Oregon didn’t kill innocent people because he had a gun, he killed them because of his beliefs.
Of course the nomenklatura are whining about the gun because the last thing they want is to judged on their beliefs.
We must remember that a firearm is a tool and is the instrument of human action.
The cause of human actions are the beliefs of the actors. The mass slaughters of the last century didn’t happen because of the weapons. The Holocaust wasn’t caused by a supply of insecticide, the National Socialists were acting on their beliefs. The murderer in Oregon didn’t kill innocent people because he had a gun, he killed them because of his beliefs.
Of course the nomenklatura are whining about the gun because the last thing they want is to judged on their beliefs.
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