Archive for February, 2010


The Darwin Worship Is Thick!

Might want to throw on your waders for this one. Or at least for the headline: Did Darwin Help Predict Chilean Quake?

UGH! Give up the hero worship people! Its rather disgusting. According to the article Darwin “visited” and made “observations.” He did not predict any such quake and you Darwinphiles need to stop trying to give him credit for anything that might even potentially be connected to him. Its as if they were playing Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon, except in this case it is Darwin. A more accurate headline could have been “Darwin Surveyed Chilean Fault” but that would have been less aggrandizing and more truthful, so it would no doubt have never been written.


Douchebag Of The Year Award

It might be a bit early to be giving out such an award, but I may have just gotten the one to top it all.

A neighbor lady’s brother recently died and today she comes over and lets me know that her husband is leaving her to be with her deceased brother’s wife. It could be a bit worse perhaps, but I doubt that I will come across another situation this year where I have personal knowledge of the events that will top this.

To the ex-neighbor, I crown thee Douchebag Extraordinaire!


Overpopulation Is A Myth

A ran across another mention of overpopulation. No need to bother with links as we have all heard it numerous times over. Just how many people are on the planet? Some 6 billion. 6,000,000,000. Thats quite a large number, no doubt about it, but it is hard to conceptualize. So lets look at some examples.

If those 6 billion people all lived in the population density of New York City (density 27,440 per square mile) those people would cover the land mass of Alaska, Texas, California, Montana, New Mexico and Wyoming. That is a fair amount. But NYC is far from the highest density city, so lets look at another, Hong Kong. HK’s population density is 91,500. Using that density we would be able to fit every single person on earth, plus another 1.5 billion in the landmass of Idaho. That would leave the entire rest of the earth 100% free of humanity so obviously overcrowding is not really an issue

Of course landmass is not the only issue, and fresh water is another bit part of the problem, but it is not an insurmountable issue. Water IS available, but we lack the political will to capture it for human use. Take India for example. The yearly monsoons drop so much water that people drown in the floods every year, not to mention the mudslides from rain soaked land. I don’t pretend that all of that water could be captured, but India has ideas on where to place dams to sequester the monsoon floods to both serve their population as well as protect them. But why doesn’t this happen? According to those Indians I’ve worked with, it is due to political corruption. Here in the States its the ever present cry of the environmentalists who would stop any such proposal. But the water is here. The amount of rain that falls on the Oregon Territory (Washington, Oregon, Idaho) is tremendous and if it were to be dammed and piped to other states much of their demand could be alleviated.

And then there is conservation. It is important to note that the US has not gone on a serious conservation plan, but according to the USGS our water usage has not varied more than 3% since 1985 despite adding well in excess of 30 (maybe 40) million in population. Withdrawals in 1990 averaged nearly 1,620 gallons per day per person; in 2000, the per capita average had declined to about 1,430 gallons per day. (Note: that includes industrial and agriculture, and is certainly not the daily home usage) That means that from rising awareness and simple economics the US has found ways to do the same or more with less. Should there be some sort of moral or legal imperative to save further water no doubt we would find a way to do so.

All that to say this. I am sick and tired of hearing how the world is overpopulated and cannot cope with the population that we already have. If we ever get to 50 billion, then I will worry about it.


Men Don’t Exist

Some very good points in here about the difference in reporting between men and women. Especially right at the end when they show a news report of women and children refugees. The newscast says how women and children were forced to flee. The narrator points out that while women were forced to flee, men were forced to die. But of course, thats left out of the newscast.


Boundless Reader Survey

I know so many have experienced Boundless’ extremely limited (word usage intentional) commenting. Well, they have a reader survey up there now at

I suggest you fill it out as they will see that for sure. Keep it civil tho lest they just toss your response into the recycle bin.


R.I.P. Joe Stack

I wanted to put this on my blog so that it would be there to refer to later, and so as to not let this man’s plight go unremembered. He was able to write in his own words why he did what he did, and posting this here allows others to read his version of events as no doubt the media will spin him as some kook when in reality he was just a man pushed too hard and too long by a tyrannical and unaccountable government agency.

If you’re reading this, you’re no doubt asking yourself, “Why did this have to happen?” The simple truth is that it is complicated and has been coming for a long time. The writing process, started many months ago, was intended to be therapy in the face of the looming realization that there isn’t enough therapy in the world that can fix what is really broken. Needless to say, this rant could fill volumes with example after example if I would let it. I find the process of writing it frustrating, tedious, and probably pointless… especially given my gross inability to gracefully articulate my thoughts in light of the storm raging in my head. Exactly what is therapeutic about that I’m not sure, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

We are all taught as children that without laws there would be no society, only anarchy. Sadly, starting at early ages we in this country have been brainwashed to believe that, in return for our dedication and service, our government stands for justice for all. We are further brainwashed to believe that there is freedom in this place, and that we should be ready to lay our lives down for the noble principals represented by its founding fathers. Remember? One of these was “no taxation without representation”. I have spent the total years of my adulthood unlearning that crap from only a few years of my childhood. These days anyone who really stands up for that principal is promptly labeled a “crackpot”, traitor and worse.

While very few working people would say they haven’t had their fair share of taxes (as can I), in my lifetime I can say with a great degree of certainty that there has never been a politician cast a vote on any matter with the likes of me or my interests in mind. Nor, for that matter, are they the least bit interested in me or anything I have to say.

Why is it that a handful of thugs and plunderers can commit unthinkable atrocities (and in the case of the GM executives, for scores of years) and when it’s time for their gravy train to crash under the weight of their gluttony and overwhelming stupidity, the force of the full federal government has no difficulty coming to their aid within days if not hours? Yet at the same time, the joke we call the American medical system, including the drug and insurance companies, are murdering tens of thousands of people a year and stealing from the corpses and victims they cripple, and this country’s leaders don’t see this as important as bailing out a few of their vile, rich cronies. Yet, the political “representatives” (thieves, liars, and self-serving scumbags is far more accurate) have endless time to sit around for year after year and debate the state of the “terrible health care problem”. It’s clear they see no crisis as long as the dead people don’t get in the way of their corporate profits rolling in.

And justice? You’ve got to be kidding!

How can any rational individual explain that white elephant conundrum in the middle of our tax system and, indeed, our entire legal system? Here we have a system that is, by far, too complicated for the brightest of the master scholars to understand. Yet, it mercilessly “holds accountable” its victims, claiming that they’re responsible for fully complying with laws not even the experts understand. The law “requires” a signature on the bottom of a tax filing; yet no one can say truthfully that they understand what they are signing; if that’s not “duress” than what is. If this is not the measure of a totalitarian regime, nothing is.

How did I get here?

My introduction to the real American nightmare starts back in the early ‘80s. Unfortunately after more than 16 years of school, somewhere along the line I picked up the absurd, pompous notion that I could read and understand plain English. Some friends introduced me to a group of people who were having ‘tax code’ readings and discussions. In particular, zeroed in on a section relating to the wonderful “exemptions” that make institutions like the vulgar, corrupt Catholic Church so incredibly wealthy. We carefully studied the law (with the help of some of the “best”, high-paid, experienced tax lawyers in the business), and then began to do exactly what the “big boys” were doing (except that we weren’t steeling from our congregation or lying to the government about our massive profits in the name of God). We took a great deal of care to make it all visible, following all of the rules, exactly the way the law said it was to be done.

The intent of this exercise and our efforts was to bring about a much-needed re-evaluation of the laws that allow the monsters of organized religion to make such a mockery of people who earn an honest living. However, this is where I learned that there are two “interpretations” for every law; one for the very rich, and one for the rest of us… Oh, and the monsters are the very ones making and enforcing the laws; the inquisition is still alive and well today in this country.

That little lesson in patriotism cost me $40,000+, 10 years of my life, and set my retirement plans back to 0. It made me realize for the first time that I live in a country with an ideology that is based on a total and complete lie. It also made me realize, not only how naive I had been, but also the incredible stupidity of the American public; that they buy, hook, line, and sinker, the crap about their “freedom”… and that they continue to do so with eyes closed in the face of overwhelming evidence and all that keeps happening in front of them.

Before even having to make a shaky recovery from the sting of the first lesson on what justice really means in this country (around 1984 after making my way through engineering school and still another five years of “paying my dues”), I felt I finally had to take a chance of launching my dream of becoming an independent engineer.

On the subjects of engineers and dreams of independence, I should digress somewhat to say that I’m sure that I inherited the fascination for creative problem solving from my father. I realized this at a very young age.

The significance of independence, however, came much later during my early years of college; at the age of 18 or 19 when I was living on my own as student in an apartment in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania. My neighbor was an elderly retired woman (80+ seemed ancient to me at that age) who was the widowed wife of a retired steel worker. Her husband had worked all his life in the steel mills of central Pennsylvania with promises from big business and the union that, for his 30 years of service, he would have a pension and medical care to look forward to in his retirement. Instead he was one of the thousands who got nothing because the incompetent mill management and corrupt union (not to mention the government) raided their pension funds and stole their retirement. All she had was social security to live on.

In retrospect, the situation was laughable because here I was living on peanut butter and bread (or Ritz crackers when I could afford to splurge) for months at a time. When I got to know this poor figure and heard her story I felt worse for her plight than for my own (I, after all, I thought I had everything to in front of me). I was genuinely appalled at one point, as we exchanged stories and commiserated with each other over our situations, when she in her grandmotherly fashion tried to convince me that I would be “healthier” eating cat food (like her) rather than trying to get all my substance from peanut butter and bread. I couldn’t quite go there, but the impression was made. I decided that I didn’t trust big business to take care of me, and that I would take responsibility for my own future and myself.

Return to the early ‘80s, and here I was off to a terrifying start as a ‘wet-behind-the-ears’ contract software engineer… and two years later, thanks to the fine backroom, midnight effort by the sleazy executives of Arthur Andersen (the very same folks who later brought us Enron and other such calamities) and an equally sleazy New York Senator (Patrick Moynihan), we saw the passage of 1986 tax reform act with its section 1706.

For you who are unfamiliar, here is the core text of the IRS Section 1706, defining the treatment of workers (such as contract engineers) for tax purposes. Visit this link for a conference committee report ( regarding the intended interpretation of Section 1706 and the relevant parts of Section 530, as amended. For information on how these laws affect technical services workers and their clients, read our discussion here (


(a) IN GENERAL – Section 530 of the Revenue Act of 1978 is amended by adding at the end thereof the following new subsection:

(d) EXCEPTION. – This section shall not apply in the case of an individual who pursuant to an arrangement between the taxpayer and another person, provides services for such other person as an engineer, designer, drafter, computer programmer, systems analyst, or other similarly skilled worker engaged in a similar line of work.

(b) EFFECTIVE DATE. – The amendment made by this section shall apply to remuneration paid and services rendered after December 31, 1986.


· “another person” is the client in the traditional job-shop relationship.

· “taxpayer” is the recruiter, broker, agency, or job shop.

· “individual”, “employee”, or “worker” is you.

Admittedly, you need to read the treatment to understand what it is saying but it’s not very complicated. The bottom line is that they may as well have put my name right in the text of section (d). Moreover, they could only have been more blunt if they would have came out and directly declared me a criminal and non-citizen slave. Twenty years later, I still can’t believe my eyes.

During 1987, I spent close to $5000 of my ‘pocket change’, and at least 1000 hours of my time writing, printing, and mailing to any senator, congressman, governor, or slug that might listen; none did, and they universally treated me as if I was wasting their time. I spent countless hours on the L.A. freeways driving to meetings and any and all of the disorganized professional groups who were attempting to mount a campaign against this atrocity. This, only to discover that our efforts were being easily derailed by a few moles from the brokers who were just beginning to enjoy the windfall from the new declaration of their “freedom”. Oh, and don’t forget, for all of the time I was spending on this, I was loosing income that I couldn’t bill clients.

After months of struggling it had clearly gotten to be a futile exercise. The best we could get for all of our trouble is a pronouncement from an IRS mouthpiece that they weren’t going to enforce that provision (read harass engineers and scientists). This immediately proved to be a lie, and the mere existence of the regulation began to have its impact on my bottom line; this, of course, was the intended effect.

Again, rewind my retirement plans back to 0 and shift them into idle. If I had any sense, I clearly should have left abandoned engineering and never looked back.

Instead I got busy working 100-hour workweeks. Then came the L.A. depression of the early 1990s. Our leaders decided that they didn’t need the all of those extra Air Force bases they had in Southern California, so they were closed; just like that. The result was economic devastation in the region that rivaled the widely publicized Texas S&L fiasco. However, because the government caused it, no one gave a shit about all of the young families who lost their homes or street after street of boarded up houses abandoned to the wealthy loan companies who received government funds to “shore up” their windfall. Again, I lost my retirement.

Years later, after weathering a divorce and the constant struggle trying to build some momentum with my business, I find myself once again beginning to finally pick up some speed. Then came the .COM bust and the 911 nightmare. Our leaders decided that all aircraft were grounded for what seemed like an eternity; and long after that, ‘special’ facilities like San Francisco were on security alert for months. This made access to my customers prohibitively expensive. Ironically, after what they had done the Government came to the aid of the airlines with billions of our tax dollars … as usual they left me to rot and die while they bailed out their rich, incompetent cronies WITH MY MONEY! After these events, there went my business but not quite yet all of my retirement and savings.

By this time, I’m thinking that it might be good for a change. Bye to California, I’ll try Austin for a while. So I moved, only to find out that this is a place with a highly inflated sense of self-importance and where damn little real engineering work is done. I’ve never experienced such a hard time finding work. The rates are 1/3 of what I was earning before the crash, because pay rates here are fixed by the three or four large companies in the area who are in collusion to drive down prices and wages… and this happens because the justice department is all on the take and doesn’t give a f**k about serving anyone or anything but themselves and their rich buddies.

To survive, I was forced to cannibalize my savings and retirement, the last of which was a small IRA. This came in a year with mammoth expenses and not a single dollar of income. I filed no return that year thinking that because I didn’t have any income there was no need. The sleazy government decided that they disagreed. But they didn’t notify me in time for me to launch a legal objection so when I attempted to get a protest filed with the court I was told I was no longer entitled to due process because the time to file ran out. Bend over for another $10,000 helping of justice.

So now we come to the present. After my experience with the CPA world, following the business crash I swore that I’d never enter another accountant’s office again. But here I am with a new marriage and a boatload of undocumented income, not to mention an expensive new business asset, a piano, which I had no idea how to handle. After considerable thought I decided that it would be irresponsible NOT to get professional help; a very big mistake.

When we received the forms back I was very optimistic that they were in order. I had taken all of the years information to Bill Ross, and he came back with results very similar to what I was expecting. Except that he had neglected to include the contents of Sheryl’s unreported income; $12,700 worth of it. To make matters worse, Ross knew all along this was missing and I didn’t have a clue until he pointed it out in the middle of the audit. By that time it had become brutally evident that he was representing himself and not me.

This left me stuck in the middle of this disaster trying to defend transactions that have no relationship to anything tax-related (at least the tax-related transactions were poorly documented). Things I never knew anything about and things my wife had no clue would ever matter to anyone. The end result is… well, just look around.

I remember reading about the stock market crash before the “great” depression and how there were wealthy bankers and businessmen jumping out of windows when they realized they screwed up and lost everything. Isn’t it ironic how far we’ve come in 60 years in this country that they now know how to fix that little economic problem; they just steal from the middle class (who doesn’t have any say in it, elections are a joke) to cover their asses and it’s “business-as-usual”. Now when the wealthy fuck up, the poor get to die for the mistakes… isn’t that a clever, tidy solution.

As government agencies go, the FAA is often justifiably referred to as a tombstone agency, though they are hardly alone. The recent presidential puppet GW Bush and his cronies in their eight years certainly reinforced for all of us that this criticism rings equally true for all of the government. Nothing changes unless there is a body count (unless it is in the interest of the wealthy sows at the government trough). In a government full of hypocrites from top to bottom, life is as cheap as their lies and their self-serving laws.

I know I’m hardly the first one to decide I have had all I can stand. It has always been a myth that people have stopped dying for their freedom in this country, and it isn’t limited to the blacks, and poor immigrants. I know there have been countless before me and there are sure to be as many after. But I also know that by not adding my body to the count, I insure nothing will change. I choose to not keep looking over my shoulder at “big brother” while he strips my carcass, I choose not to ignore what is going on all around me, I choose not to pretend that business as usual won’t continue; I have just had enough.

I can only hope that the numbers quickly get too big to be white washed and ignored that the American zombies wake up and revolt; it will take nothing less. I would only hope that by striking a nerve that stimulates the inevitable double standard, knee-jerk government reaction that results in more stupid draconian restrictions people wake up and begin to see the pompous political thugs and their mindless minions for what they are. Sadly, though I spent my entire life trying to believe it wasn’t so, but violence not only is the answer, it is the only answer. The cruel joke is that the really big chunks of shit at the top have known this all along and have been laughing, at and using this awareness against, fools like me all along.

I saw it written once that the definition of insanity is repeating the same process over and over and expecting the outcome to suddenly be different. I am finally ready to stop this insanity. Well, Mr. Big Brother IRS man, let’s try something different; take my pound of flesh and sleep well.

The communist creed: From each according to his ability, to each according to his need.

The capitalist creed: From each according to his gullibility, to each according to his greed.

Joe Stack (1956-2010)



Wives: Submit To Your Husbands

Wow, such a simple saying, and yet it has made international news. The short story: A vicar in Britain, rather than give some mushy ear-tickling sermon, on the sunday prior to Valentines gave a sermon that included the verse that wives should submit to their husbands. Terribly controversial I tell you! From the article “One woman churchgoer said she was ‘disgusted’ by the sermon, adding: ‘How can they talk that way in the 21st Century?’ Disgusting I tell you! Apparently numerous womyn and their mangina enablers are never coming back to that church. So sad…

Know what is funny? Supposedly Christian women will flat out REFUSE to submit to their husband saying that either they just won’t do it or that “no one is going to do that anymore” but then go down a couple lines and claim that men have to love theirs wives because THE BIBLE SAID SO! The disconnect is striking, but they don’t even attempt to address it.

But there is some hope offered at the end of that article: A woman of 24 who was at the sermon said: ‘Isn’t it a vicar’s job not to tell you what everyone wants to hear and what society says, but to help explain the Bible says about issues?’ This young lady has the right idea. The Bible has much to say on our culture and the Church needs to start reading from it. They might lose lukewarm “supporters” as those mentioned above, but will regain a power that the Church hasn’t had in quite some time.


How Feminists View Marriage

Crime Reporter: Man Had Sex With Wife Thousands Of Times Before Killing Her

Another example of how men oppress women. And over a period of 10 years! The horror of it all.


Fathers And Angry Young Men

Found these three pieces and they all speak to the same thing: angry young men.

From Vox Day we find this excerpt from a book called Nutureshock

“Dr. Sarah Schoppe-Sullivan did a study of parenting styles, and how they relate to aggressiveness and acting out at school. The fathers in her study fell into three camps–the Progressive Dads, the Traditional Dads, and the Disengaged Dads…. However, Schoppe-Sullivan was surprised to discover that the Progressive Dads had poorer marital quality and rated their family functioning lower than the fathers in couples who took on traditional roles…

[The Progressive Dads’] inconsistency and permissiveness led to a surprising result in Sullivan’s study: the children of Progressive Dads were aggressive and acted out in school nearly as much as the kids with fathers who were distant and disengaged.”

And then there is this post by blogger Tiffani

We live in a society of angry young men. You see them everywhere – slouching, defiant, rebellious. Is this just a natural “stage” of development, or are we creating these malcontents?

As our sons have gotten older, my husband and I have given these questions a lot of thought. We have witnessed many friends sons grow from being sweet, fun-loving ruddy little boys into being angry, rude, disrespectful “teenagers”. We have watched godly parents lose their sons in fits of rebellion, leaving mangled remnants of families to stagger onward. Is there any hope for us? Will our sweet sons be fodder for an angry world?

As we were watching a movie one evening, I had an epiphany. It was not a great movie, in fact, we turned it off shortly after watching this one, life-changing scene. The movie was Alexander the Great, and the scene was around the time Alexander was 12 years old. His father was watching his men trying to break and “unbreakable” stallion. The stallion was truly rogue. He would wildly strike at any person within striking distance. He lounged, kicked, bit. Alexander’s father issued a decree that any man who could tame the horse, could have him. None of the soldiers came forward to claim the prize. No man came forward. No man but Alexander himself. At 12 years old, he said “Father, I can tame him!”. At this statement, Alexander’s mother moved to stop her young son, but his father, with one look, warned his mother to remain silent. Was this the action of a controlling man? Or was it the action of a man, who knows what men in the making require? Alexander brought that horse out of the shadows (he fought for fear of the shadows) and rode him admirably. That horse became the stead, Bucephalus, that Alexander the Great rode into battle when he conquered the mighty Persian Empire.

I believe that was the moment that Alexander the Great became a man. Would he have become the man that he was, had his mother been successful in her attempt to “protect” him? I do not think that he would have. His father knew what was needed. Although it makes no sense to women, men need defining moments of manhood.

And finally this over at WND by Patrice Lewis

As they grow older, boys don’t always want – or need – protection. They need challenges, adventures and acts of knighthood. Fathers – strong fathers – know when to push aside the protection of mothers and start training their sons to be men. The operative word is training.

The training is critical. Untrained boys grow up to be monsters: out of control, predatory on women, irresponsible, unable or unwilling to restrain their testosterone-fueled urges for aggression or sex. Our current society is littered with the damage left over from boys who never learned what it takes to be a man. Sadly, these “adult boys” often procreate indiscriminately and uncaringly, then refuse to be a father to the children they produce.

But trained men transform society. They work hard. They move heavy things. They build shelters. They protect, defend and rescue. They provide for their families. They do all the scary, ugly, dirty stuff women can’t (or won’t) do. Trained men are, in the words of columnist Dennis Prager, the glory of civilization.

As Tiffani points out, boys need men to help them establish their manhood in appropriate ways. Men understand that boys need defining experiences and challenges to fulfill their biologically programmed roles. Women don’t understand this, but that’s OK. Strong fathers (or father figures) will instinctively step in and start training boys on how to tame the testosterone, how to work, how to respect women, how to lead and defend, and how to slay dragons.

Trouble begins when there isn’t a male role model for a boy to emulate. If men are absent, emasculated or unwilling to teach boys how to behave, then boys don’t learn how to be men. Simple as that.

Well, its almost that simple. Men also need to have a reason to be a part of this world and continue the job of creating and bettering society. Or in other words, if both the fruits of our labor and of our loins can be taken from us men as well as our marriages (and often all at the same time), then we have nothing to gain by participating in society and that anger will infest even those who were raised right.


1870’s Argument Against Suffrage

I’ve been meaning to link to this post by Laura over at her blog Full Of Grace Seasoned With Salt She came across a rather lengthy letter written by a woman that was published in Harper’s titled “Female Suffrage: A Letter to the Christian Woman”

Its much too long and too many things I would want to quote to bring it all here. Its a good read and I recommend it highly. In fact, Laura has been on the Women’s Suffrage topic for a couple weeks. Might take a while to catch up on it but its all very nicely done.


Move Over LOL Cats!

The next big thing is….

The Selleck Waterfall Sandwich

My favorite is probably the bologna sandwich tho too be honest, unless you a woman who lusted over him way back in the day (or gay) there isn’t too much to get excited about.