Mythless

A Mythless Christmas The winter season is upon us, and soon all good and not so good Christians will become insufferably pious and good. There will be weird chanting, and symbolic displays of affection, wealth and merriment. Soon there will be no escaping the fact that he was born on this day, or so some believe. His arrival was to introduce a new round of peace on earth and good will to all mankind. His arrival would unleash reigns of terror across the world that no other single event will duplicate. Over the centuries, because this one man was born on Christmas day, so named because Christ’s birth date was superimposed on a variety of pagan myths, more people have grown to rue the day,the man and the date. So what if we could remove the mythology from the day? Separate out the horror of his coming and bask in the glory of a winter celebration in honor of the horrors of the cold and misery that our ancestors must have felt at the start of what has become a weird celebration of life

White Slavery We all know what the term white slavery means, or do we? In Victorian times it referred to women sold in bondage in the illicit sex trade to provide income to certain privileged individuals variously referred to as pimps, procurers, and other less savory terms. Sometimes, as in Chicago in the late 1800s, the white slavers formed corporations and distributed dividends along with certain “special” favors to their members. It should come as no surprise that there has been an increase of this filthy trade over the years with absolutely no interference from our elected officials, I am, of course referring to the white collar slaves of America. This form of slavery is indiscriminate and is based on the need of people to work for a living. In a way it affects women more than men, since they are usually paid less to do more for more hours that their male counterparts. The scam, and it is a truly North American scam, works like this: As you work your way up the career ladder you

My Imaginary Friend A long time ago I had an imaginary friend. And because I was an extremely creative six year old, I called him Mister. My mother, who had a better grasp on reality then, never thought this was strange. I had the advantage to be able to take Mister wherever I went, could make him say whatever I needed him to say, and I could convince myself, and some of the people around me that he was real. Mister was really cool, and he served me well until I outgrew Mister. I needed to replace Mister somehow, so I was enrolled in Sunday School in a small town in Argentina where my family was living while our next stop was made inhabitable again after the Germans trashed it, followed by the Canadians and finally the Americans. Sunday School was a hoot, I learned about a new imaginary friend called God. He was almost as cool as Mister, but he was also more grown up. He screwed Virgins, drowned humanity, killed off people he did not approve of. He was a grown up Imaginary Friend,

Death Really is the ultimate frontier, the one very few of us come back from, the one we all choose one way or another. It is also the ultimately negating frontier, once you are dead, no wrong done to you can be negated, no recourse is given, once you are dead, well, guess what? You are dead. So why is it important to stop just before crossing into that zone? It is important because it is the only zone of no return. It is where the possible becomes impossible and it is where we, as human beings, must accept that we have no right to intrude. The ultimate obscenity is to push someone else into that zone. Think about how many ways society condones that push, the death sentence, the ritual suicide bomber, the starvation of the innocent, road rage, murder, medical expediency and thousands of other instances where death is not your decision to make or take. Deadly decision are taken so lightly these days, a random bombing where everybody is a victim, an invasion that targets civilians mor

Self Evidence Last night it all sort of came together. There is an inevitability in the cosmos that we all know is there. It is so obvious that given time certain things are going to happen and we can accept it now and move on, or waste time, lives, face and finances. We can continue to trash the world with these stupid stances, or get over it earlier to allow mankind to move further up the evolutionary ladder. Iraq, we all know the US will leave, whether we leave now, or in twenty years, it will make absolutely no difference except in the number of dead and wounded, in the amount of money we spend there or in our own land, in the ways we develop our technology and how we perceive the enemy. Just as Iran will have a nuclear capability one day, and why not? They have signed the non proliferation treaty, our allies have not. Guns in the street, of course our colonial forefathers allowed us to carry weapons, they also allowed us to have slaves. But one day, and it cannot come soon e

Waiting for the garbage truck. Every Wednesday night I remember, usually late in the night, that tomorrow is garbage day. That is the day that the two garbage trucks come by my house and pick up my weekly offering of superfluous stuff. The first truck is actually a team, a bucket loader that removes my ecological pure waste like grass clippings, tree branches, flowers and other vegetable waste products from the garden. We have been told that that waste is turned into compost and recycled; I cannot doubt that because I live in ecologically pure Northern California. The second truck removes straight garbage like coffee grounds, weird biological experiments gone bad in my refrigerator and stuff I should have eaten before it became gross. The second bin is for paper and plastics, the so called clean garbage that can also be recycled into useful things. It occurred to me that our Government is just like my garbage. We also have three levels of information and support based solely on how p

Contract From Hell: I am self employed, I earn a precarious living reselling other companies' products on a commission basis and over the years I have linked up with a number of serious producers of some outstanding devices. Recently I decided to investigate a small company in Europe and asked them if they would sign my standard sales agreement. They retaliated with the following contract which in my mind has to be a classic of obfuscation, illegality and downright stupidity. On the other hand, when I attempted to put it through spellcheck it came back that I did not have an Ukrainian dictionary, so the terms may mean something in Ukrainian, although the company is located in Romania and the legal representation would have been Belgium. NON CIRCUMVENTION, NON DISCLOSURE AND CONFIDENTIALITY AGREEMENT THIS AGREEMENT, MADE AND ENTERED INTO THIS 8th DAY OF MAY, 2009, SHALL OBLIGATE THE UNDERSIGNED PARTIES, AND THEIR PARTNERS, ASSOCIATES, EMPLOYERS, AFFILIATES, SUBSIDIARIES, PARENT CO

The Limits to Religious Reason In a world that has over the centuries placed a larger premium on the immaterial than on the real, it is very hard to remain indifferent to the allure and the seduction of the dead. What used to be called religion has now become creed, and the mutterings of old men have become the litany of the young. As we descend ever deeper into that dark night ruled by two thousand year old cadavers, and more recent prophets of destruction, we can only marvel at the renewed need for the old men to bind us all to their interpretation of words long gone by uttered in languages now dead within forgotten contexts. It has reached the point that recent history, within memory of mankind, is being supplanted by ancient scrolls and dusty legends to justify the killings of innocents. A tribe learned well the lessons of their recent history and visited upon their own Untermensch what was meted out to them by now repentant Ubermenschen.

In defense of a Flat Earth It occurred to me last night that with the rapidly increasing assault on some of our most cherished institutions, and the knee jerk reaction to defend them, the time had come to revisit the flat earth concept. For thousands of years, way before even Jesus was born, killed, reborn and born again, mankind has maintained that the earth was flat. I believe that this is till the truth in spite of all the evidence to the contrary, and my reasons are not based on cold hard facts but on an abiding faith sustained by millions of now dead believers and certain undeniable facts. After all if God has more lives than a cat and Christ is still alive although he was beaten, dragged through the streets of Jerusalem and hung on a cross like a piece of beef jerky, then the earth should also remain flat. So let's look at socio economic model, if the earth is flat, according to age old tradition, it is bordered on all sides by water. This actually true, you will look at any