Zero Times Any Number

FirstSgtMike - Poor, deluded, sap

noreply@blogger.com (Vance) — Tue, 05 Oct 2010 15:00:00 +0000

I got into it with the nuts over at KATU, and posting restrictions compelled me to post a rebuttal here. Apparently then, KATU did not wish to host my screed! Here is FirstSgtMike's mind-numbing delusion reprinted in all its glory!

How pathetic when someone is willing to sacrifice everything potentially good in life in order to facilitate their drug habit. THAT is the classic depiction of an addict. The fact that you perceive that you've never hurt or ripped off anyone is irrelevant. The Lord God gave you life so that you might glorify Him and be a blessing to others. How sad that you are so caught up in self that you think only of YOUR need to get high that you've sacrificed precious life simply to live in an altered state of consciousness. How selfish. Of course, as all liberals, you will claim that YOU are the victim of unreasonable societal mores, when indeed you are the victim only of your own perverted thinking. Ever read Aesop's ant and the grasshopper? Since you wasted your youth failing to prepare for your future, don't expect society to come to your rescue in your time of need. You don't deserve it. And you'll have ZERO sympathy from me when you're st anding on the freeway entrance one day with a cardboard sign begging for spare change. You made your own bed and you should lie fully in it. To compare peeing in a bottle to Auschwitz proves how ignorant you truly are.

Right then. And here is my rebuttal:

"How pathetic when someone is willing to sacrifice everything potentially good in life in order to facilitate their drug habit."

FirstSftMike, FirstSgtMike, ugh, what are we going to do with you kid? You're putting words in my mouth. Fairly reasonable conclusions, I'll grant you, alas. If I've made any sacrifices, I can assure you that they were not made willingly. I have not sacrificed everything either, never-mind that such a thing is not even physically possible. Got conflate? Whatever, "...potentially good in life...", is, I can further assure you that I neither willfully sacrificed it, nor did I even intend to sacrifice it. Plus, it was most certainly not a sacrifice, as I was compelled. "Sacrifice", implicitly includes a component of free-will. The thing that I did, FirstSgtMike, was to avoid working for companies interested in playing with my urine. This avoidance limited my opportunities in life, and I subsequently have experienced a lower quality of life than I might have, had I not been dodging these human parasites, and their accursed little cups. Surely you may observe these actions, and conclude based upon this anecdotal evidence, that I was merely facilitating an illegal drug habit. I can, however, just as surely conclude, based upon the same anecdotal evidence garnered from the same observations, that my actions reflect a pattern of actively protecting my civil rights; and by default then, the civil rights of my fellow Oregonians. Lastly, I am in no way compelled to exercise extreme measures to obtain my drug of choice, and therefore when I do not have access to it, that's the end of it until I do again. There simply does not exist any reason for me to utterly divorce myself from conventional social norms in order to procure a harmless thing, like a buzz from smoking a plant. This quasi-tobacco-prohibition is wreaking a similar havoc in my life, must I now suffer accusations that this quasi-prohibition will have me breaking and entering, in order to fuel my eternal lust for tobacco? Ridiculous. Not for access to illegal drugs, FirstSgtMike. For access to my civil rights, my man. Believe what you want to believe, but know that reality will always play the key-role regardless of your beliefs.

"THAT is the classic depiction of an addict."

This is a provably false statement. From Wikipedia See what's going on here? You've inadvertently built a straw-man argument, only to then draw conclusions based upon the resultant fallacy. In fact, there is no such thing as, "...the classic depiction of an addict...". There perhaps could be a, "Classical definition of an addict.", but whatever that definition is, it is not germane. I enjoy a high produced by an illegal drug which has no addictive properties. It's not even an intoxicant. It is impossible for me to become addicted to its use, ergo, it is impossible for me to be an addict. Alcohol, and tobacco, not so much. These are, in fact, both intoxicants, and both quite addictive.

" The fact that you perceive that you've never hurt or ripped off anyone is irrelevant."

We are talking about my perception, yes? A perception is not some refutable mechanism in some argument. It's my perception, and I am the boss of it. Besides which, it most certainly is relevant that I have harmed no one, and stolen from no one. Perhaps I'm guilty of not qualifying earlier statements , but I feel nonetheless that I may fairly take for granted that society, et al, at least tacitly supports this mindless prohibition, and for exactly these same false perceptions of certain users of certain illegal drugs, being capable of socially unacceptable behavior in order to fund their habit. If I do not engage in these behaviors in order to obtain that which I seek, THAT my friend, makes the notion that all illegal drugs pose an imminent threat to society quite false. Nice deflection.

"The Lord God gave you life so that you might glorify Him and be a blessing to others."

Eeesh. Mike, can I call you Mike? Mike, bwooby, my so-called life, as it were, most certainly was not, "Given", to me by some magic-Jew-fairy-King-living-in-outer-space! My mother gave birth to me roughly 9 months after her and my rather irresponsible father had sexual-intercourse in the back seat of a 1965 Pontiac Bonneville, whilst en route to my home-state. No, "life", was, "given", to anybody, by anything, real, or in your case, imagined. As an atheist, I impose no such onus upon my time here, my life if you will. Just what, "Lord God", are we talkin' here, anyway? The Abrahamic-Jew Lord God, or one of the other thousands? Yeah, I wouldn't stoop to throwing that pansy New Testament drivel in your face, but you sir, are sitting in judgment. I highly advise consulting your Gospels, and researching how the 'ol G-man feels about mortal men, judgment, and just who gets to play that game; and when. Eff sin for a moment, blaspheme then is your crime, and one which is now steeped in irony. I certainly hope your, "Lord God", has a sense of humor, for your sake. From what I gather, I wouldn't hold my breath were I you.

"How sad that you are so caught up in self that you think only of YOUR need to get high that you've sacrificed precious life simply to live in an altered state of consciousness."

You're conflating again. As I've previously stated, and which is now evinced by my link to Wikipedia, I possess no, "need", to do anything, let alone inhale smoke from a burning plant. A statement like this is at once a gross conflation of the inherent components of an unqualified statement, and the seed of yet another strawman, with an implicit ad hominem personal attack, thrown in, presumably, for good measure. In order to, "...live in an altered state of consciousness...", I would need to be under the influence of any mind-altering substance, and perpetually. Never-mind this behavior would be cost-prohibitive, even the generally, "safe", nature of my illegal drug of choice, would matter not by the time I was constantly partaking in its narcotic effects. Try this on for size: I enjoy having a little puff after a hard-day's work, or perhaps to deploy as a catalyst meant to facilitate an elevated emotional state prior to more of the same, and over the course of a weekend. This behavior is almost identical to that of what can only be called a true American behavior now, and is that of cracking open a beer for the same intended outcome. Copping a buzz once and awhile is a far-cry from, "...live in an altered state of consciousness...". None of which do I find sad, although, thank you for your concern. That's neato.

"How selfish. Of course, as all liberals, you will claim that YOU are the victim of unreasonable societal mores, when indeed you are the victim only of your own perverted thinking. Ever read Aesop's ant and the grasshopper?"

Good gravy dude, you just broke, like, a half-dozen high-quality mixers, mixing metaphors here. I can't speak for, "...all liberals...", and won't even try. As an aside, I urge you to observe some of the tenets of Classical Liberalism, to which I ascribe, and Neo/Social Liberalism, to which I most certainly not ascribe. Your prediction that I will react to your statements by decrying some pseudo-crime committed against me is wrong. Moreover, it is precisely not so-called social mores which I speculate are the culprit in my demise, but rather a propaganda campaign perpetrated by William Randolph Hearst, and perpetuated by fascist corporate interests; and ignorant American plebes. Furthermore, I can prove, clinically, empirically, beyond a shadow of any doubt, that my drug of choice carries with its use, health-risks, and civil liability penalties, that are far less than many substances which are not prohibited in this country. With this completely insurmountable, utterly irrefutable evidence, I can then easily conclude that this prohibition is not just. That it is, in fact, unjust; and as an American patriot it is my duty to disregard this prohibition; and finally to call it what it is: An utterly monstrous violation of the 4th, 5th, and 6th Amendments to the Federal Constitution.

"Ever read Aesop's ant and the grasshopper?"

Yeah, dude I have. In the 2nd, maybe the 3rd grade. Apropos of nothing. Virtually a text-book non-sequitur. It's a nice figure-head for yet another string of failed arguments, and fallacious logic, though. I don't think there is enough evidence, on orders of magnitude, to draw such conclusions about the efficacy of my own life, nor the conditions in which I currently live it. Since when is the purpose of youth, a preposterous position in its own right, to prepare for any future? Project much? Yeah, I spent my youth under a pile of fairly pleased lady-friends, drunk on anything I could get my hands-on, and which just as likely as not, included your girl-friend, or wife, at the time. I submit that youth does not have a road-map, does not have some instruction-manual; and that it is altogether a subjective thing to do with as we please. Sorry you spent yours with your nose to the grind-stone, presumably, and may now regret that. Alas, this does not provide you any evidence to support the assertion I have wasted anything at all. Therefore the rest of your statement is false too.

"Since you wasted your youth failing to prepare for your future, don't expect society to come to your rescue in your time of need. You don't deserve it. And you'll have ZERO sympathy from me when you're standing on the freeway entrance one day with a cardboard sign begging for spare change. You made your own bed and you should lie fully in it. To compare peeing in a bottle to Auschwitz proves how ignorant you truly are."

Feel better? Yikes, paranoid-delusions I think are what the psychology-witch-doctors call a statement like this. No body has come to rescue me, holmes. Nobody has been invited to. As far as any sympathy I've got coming, well, that's an external component of life with others; and a demand I may not make. However, I do vote. And I routinely vote for icky Social Liberals precisely because they fund the system of entitlement which allows me to subsist. Only, I have paid every penny, of every tax, I have ever owed; and then-some if you consider the fact I've never put pen-to-paper on a return. That's why it's called an entitlement. Because I'm entitled to it. Because I effing helped pay for it. Your attempt to construe my situation as that of being beholden to you, or anybody, for anything, is mere jealousy. If I may speculate about your mental-state.

Lastly, this whole personal accountability thing is just so much hot-air, coming from you. In what civic entity are you a, "First Segregant", if you are not lying through your teeth? Doesn't matter, you cash a paycheck that was partially funded by me. You know, welfare. Seems a bit hypocritical to then lambaste me for the same. And I ain't even fighting a war for the corpo-neo-fascists, and their stock-holder's bottom line. 'Least I'm not THAT dumb! And what of you, a grown adult, talking about magic-fairies as though they are corporeal, and tangible? Dude, I've never been so whacked out of my mind in my life, that children's fairy-tales manifest in even my most drug-addled state! Ever hear the term, "glossolalia"? Would you like to talk about addiction, and anti-social behaviors again? You are a gross hypocrite! Virtually the personification of the word! I, you idiot, have proactively done precisely nothing! The course of my life has been, at least partly, decided for me, and by a bunch of delusional, judgmental, ignorant, prejudiced, and bigoted idiots just like you.

"To compare peeing in a bottle to Auschwitz proves how ignorant you truly are."

This is a false equivalence, c'mon Einstein, a little credit where it's due, yo. I stated no such thing, and I'm convinced you know it. Read again. I compared lab-technicians working in drug-testing facilities to their plebeian counterparts gassing Jews to death in WWII era Nazi Germany. A quite astute observation, and subsequently a comparison, if you ask me. Often times injustice has no power without the willing hands of those TRULY self-interested animals masquerading as human-beings. For personal gain, a mere pay-check no less, these troglodytes will scurry about on their insect-legs pilfering people's bodily excrement in, at least, tacit support of a draconian set of rules and laws. Without such villains, injustice has no purchase, and therefore ceases to exist. It is only you, and your ilk, that perpetuates this endless cycle of conflict, and I am, in every way definable, a victim of this mind-set; and the childish non-principles guiding its hand.

Prohibition is all but over, sport. In the ensuing world, the day to come, I am normal, and you are the weirdo who's never tested his metal. I sense panic in your screed, and I am left with little wonder as to why. Mike, I know what regret is. I know too that one may blind themselves to it, and I know my own. I can smell it on you, see it in your words, as though plain as day. Mike, see, you GOTTA believe what you believe because your entire, silly, identity is predicated upon these fallacies, and broken arguments. Me? I'm just passing through, and hoping for a little comfort in old age. You, friend, have self-imposed stakes, and it is you with waste littering the landscape of your life, not me. Cherish your delusion, for its days are numbered, and in precious short supply.

Thanks for playing FirstSgtMike - It's been real, holmey!

Complaining about drug-testing at KATU

noreply@blogger.com (Vance) — Mon, 04 Oct 2010 13:31:00 +0000

I frequently take a position in opposition to so-called drug-testing. In doing so I usually just end-up sounding like an ass. Not so this time. I really think I hit hard at the key concepts, although perhaps a bit understated. I wrote this as a comment in a thread at the KATU site. Watch now as people who shamelessly self-identify as human, seize upon the opportunity to yet again lash out at a lifestyle they at once completely misunderstand, and are terrified of, in the hopes of maintaining some semblance of a status-quo that simply never existed.

brinks8486-

Your entire position is premised upon a tacit personal endorsement of so-called drug-testing as an acceptable means of enforcing prohibition. My opposition to the general policy of so-called drug-testing should, in now way, be construed as any sort of support for the Police Union, nor any of its members, but I nonetheless feel compelled to point out that so-called drug-testing of any kind is a draconian, virtually clandestine, encroachment upon basic personal liberties; and civil-rights. Why is it then, that when you observe a lack of policy-parity between tradesmen, and the Police for instance, it is then your reaction to sanction both entities equally; and not to simply remove the sanctions from the original group having their rights abused?

How can you support so-called drug-testing? It's outrageous. Aren't you the least bit ashamed of yourself? Can't you see that prohibition is a completely useless policy, that time and time again, and across a massive scope, history and current policy both, prove definitively that prying that far into people's personal affairs, so far in fact that you would have us submitting our bodily excrement into tiny plastic cups for inspection, is a completely failed policy? Moreover, observe if you will the utterly ridiculous manner in which testing has been haphazardly implemented. Minimum-wage workers categorically subjected to this humiliating, degrading, dignity-robbing, process while professional civil-servants, entrusted with the lives of your fellow Portlandites, get a pass! Certainly, don't seize this opportunity to interject some public concern for our 4th Amendment rights into the dialog, certainly don't question the policy of so-called drug-testing, no. Simply whine like a child that, "Hey, if person X has to do it, then so should the Police."?! brinks8486, I submit that the entire policy is scandalous, that it's high-time this little experiment be over. There's no definitive evidence that this horrible policy is even efficacious in any way, let alone a model for policy that should enjoy further implementation.

I have a personal bias with regard to so-called drug-testing. I have lived my entire adult life, basically like an animal, living in squalor, and abject poverty, due directly to the categoric, and blanket policy of drug-testing. My crime? I imbibe in the pleasurable side-effects derived from the inhalation of smoke produced by burning a plant that grows in the ground, at your feet. I was, "...informed...", at the outset that if I do not like, or further oppose, so-called drug-testing then I should seek employment at companies whom do not participate in this hostile attack on personal liberty. Well, I took that advice. I have walked the walk, so to speak. When have I paid enough, my friend? I have never harmed any one, I have never stolen anything, I have never set about selling ignorant poor-folks mortgages they can't afford. Yet, for my high-crime I suffer, and am to be made miserable, for what I have done. Why aren't the Police drug-tested, you ask, fool, why are YOU tolerating having your civil rights mangled in such a way? You have made yourself my enemy. You are the turn-coat, the officer at Auschwitz with your finger on the button, decrying your innocence by stating that, "I was just doing my job.". Well, say what you will about me, and my own personal choices. I'd rather avoid a drug-test and accept those consequences long before I'd participate in the further dismantling of my fellow man's freedom.

You just suck.

Sick To Fucking Death Of Kevin Mannix And His Nazi Agenda

noreply@blogger.com (Vance) — Sat, 02 Oct 2010 14:22:00 +0000

I swear to... Ugh. Kevin Mannix, and John Minnis, and their troglodyte brethren have got to be the single most ridiculous excuse for, ahem, men to ever walk the face of this Earth. What a couple of nosy little cowards. Good gravy, when will sane, rational, people be finally rid of such terrified little sleaze-bags?

Thought I'd share one of my comments left on Oregonlive.com, this morning.

"Mannix you Nazi troglodyte! Who do you think you are, Sport? I AM safe, thanks all the same, and if I weren't, I certainly wouldn't call upon the likes of you to make me safer, you goose-stepping, feckless, control-freak. What is it with you, and Minnis's, fixation on sex-crimes? Why do you take such an interest in sexual deviancy? Is there something I'm missing? I like my personal freedom. I like my tax-contribution being allocated to efficacious government that benefits as many people in the State of Oregon, as possible. Those of us whom make poor decisions, and wind-up intoxicated from alcohol are my friends and neighbors, just as surely as you are sir. Being a grown a** man, I also know, definitively, that alcohol has an irrefutable effect upon the human body, which includes all manner of behavioral issues. Impaired judgment, being a central, germane, component of that knowledge. Heir Mannix, I also enjoy the freedom to imbibe in alcohol myself, even though I generally choose not to. But I have empathy for those that do, and as such view them as enjoying a personal freedom that I myself will occasionally indulge in. Furthermore, acceptance of others entering into the act of utilizing this freedom comes with the foreknowledge that I am now personally subject to elevated levels of risk to my person. As an adult, and voter, I am comfortable with that risk, because I benefit from allowing others their freedom; and thereby having my own freedom left intact. Boy, you live in a free society! You terrified little coward. How dare you first, consider another human being's freedom, and second, even so much as possess an opinion about said freedom! Who are you to consider other people's behavior? What kind of a spineless worm reacts to every potential threat to their person as some sort of direct, personal, threat? Mamma's good little boy, thats who. What an insufferable degenerate you are, Mannix. How dare you shame Oregon in front of the rest of the country with your anachronistic, archaic, world-view! How dare you! What a buffoon! What a thoughtless, insensitive, ignorant, little lap-dog. These law and order types, these little mamma's-boy cowards, quick now, time to renew the CCP! Mannix you imbecile - LET FREEDOM RING - you blind idiot."

Good gravy these idiots piss me off. Dude-bone got ran out of office, and didn't even miss a step. He's the Bill Siezmore of, "Fuck with folks", and it's time for his kind, his ilk, to just leave, already. Out. You have no place in a world full of free people, you little ninnies!

What Can You Do With Your Hands?

noreply@blogger.com (Vance) — Fri, 01 Oct 2010 14:01:00 +0000

Get the flash player here: http://www.adobe.com/flashplayer

It's funny sometimes. I have had occasion to work in the trades, over the years. When I approach people about work, I do so while self-identifying as a carpenter. Now, in the trades, a carpenter is a guy/gal who rarely touches a stick of wood, these days. I'm not surprised that they don't care that I'm a) actually a carpenter, and that b) as such, most framers, and general-contracting-types, can't stand in my shadow, where carpentry is concerned. Anyway, here are some images of a rather quick build. I cut a lot of corners on this guy because it was a gift for a dear friend. Rather than get into the details of the build here, I'll just link my flickr image set where there are thorough descriptions of what we're looking at here.

See, this is what you might characterize as an advanced skill. With advanced skills comes some time working with less advanced techniques, and for purposes of accommodating a learning curve. By producing definitive evidence that I possess this particular skill, see, in my mind this implicitly states that I've mastered more fundamental skills. I've not met with much success peddling that to the tradesman-Neanderthals. Apparently, lacking the physical presence to lug 7/8" flooring two-sheets-at-a-time up two flights of stairs means I'm not a carpenter. Apparently. I refuse to construct a wall by utilizing a technique commonly referred to as a, "California Corner", in industry parlance, therefore I don't know what I'm doing.

Pretty tough pill to swallow, I gotta tell ya, 'cause fact of the matter is, I'm a master carpenter by any measure. Dirt-bags. Sure, I'll suffer in abject poverty, and obscurity, while clean-cut line-backer types churn out sub-par work, and get paid righteously, no less. Sigh.

Beyond Bikestravaganza

noreply@blogger.com (Vance) — Thu, 30 Sep 2010 19:30:00 +0000

Looks like Elly Blue, former managing editor at BikePortland.org has got herself back onto the infernalNet. I've butted heads with that gal more times than I care to remember. It has been one of those things, however, where I feel we've never really alienated one and other to the point of irreconcilability. Which is of course super-dope, 'cause I admire girl's drive, and she's quite effective at what she does.

Bicycle = Car

noreply@blogger.com (Vance) — Wed, 29 Sep 2010 21:15:00 +0000

Yeah, so let's just think about this critically, for a moment. How about a distinction between horses as personal transportation, and the bicycle same? What are the implications of making such a distinction? To my way of thinking, and taking for granted I'm allowed the assertion, "...horses are personal transportation...", blah, blah, is that due to the mechanical nature, the pure in this sense, man-made, component of the bicycle, that this then makes it unique, and quite distinct in every way, from the horse. A true paradigm shift, right? And what of the horse? Isn't it, in its own right, a verily man-made concoction of the almost inadvertent biological, kind? At the very least, we co-opted a natural resource to use it as a tool, right? We're talking about a measurable unit of human development, here.

I think I have vastly misunderstood the significance of the bicycle, especially shortly after its advent. They truly were remarkable machines, precisely because the were machines. I try to draw a correlation like the direction mobile phone tech is going, and try to set it contextually into modes relevant to the time contemporaneous to the very birth of cycling. I mean this was mad-scientist-type technology to those people. Think about it. It's the damn birth of personal transportation. One that doesn't eat, doesn't get sick, old, and die. Well, not some bikes anyway :-) I understand that the first 110 ft. of asphalt ever laid was put down by a donation from a bicycling club, and organized political advocacy.

It seems to me that the bicycle then, in this country, morphed into a car by becoming incrementally larger to the point they sprouted wheels, and engines. I observe a similar phenomena today with long-tails, and bakfiets, and what-ever. Bikes have already doubled in size in 10 years. That's hilarious to me, this little observations about control-freak dip-wads. The bicycle begat the car, just as surely as you're going to set and watch it happen over again, only with 11 billion this time, instead of 7, right? Think about it.

1969 Ford f250 Custom Cab Camper Special

noreply@blogger.com (Vance) — Sun, 26 Sep 2010 15:09:00 +0000

Christened: Babe the Blue Ox

Mouse-over for more images

85,000 Original Miles

1969 Ford f250 Custom Cab Trim

Camper Special Package

360ci V-8 2bbl FE big-block

C-6 3 speed Auto Trans

Dana 60 Trac-Loc

Power Steering

Power Brakes

Front Disc-Brakes w/ Twin Piston Calipers

Kool Aftermarket Sliding Rear Window

Dual Tanks

OEM Dual Battery Array

OEM in-bed locking box

Alt, Oil Pressure, Coolant Temp, Fuel Gauges

OEM Adjustable Rear Bumper w/ 2" ball

Ford electric trailer-brake and OEM hook-up

4pt-round and 6pt-round Trailer Electrical w/ OEM RV Connector

American Racing Chrome Wagon-Wheels 9/16.5 - 9.5/77/16.5

Simply a breathtaking pile of springs on the rear axle, 'nuff said?

Yeah, got trailer?

Alone

noreply@blogger.com (Vance) — Fri, 24 Sep 2010 06:00:00 +0000

I have never felt so alone, in my life, as I do right now.

No Time Like The Present

noreply@blogger.com (Vance) — Sat, 18 Sep 2010 02:56:00 +0000

Thanks to some absolutely crazy luck, I've had a little head-space recently. I actually feel like writing again... Stay tuned!

Getting pretty fed up

noreply@blogger.com (Vance) — Sat, 11 Sep 2010 03:24:00 +0000

Nothing. That's all. Just fed up. My hometown decimated by strangers. My flag burning while my president defends the Koran. Illegal foreign nationals occupying vast swathes of US territory. My white sisters have forsaken me. Orphaned, and destitute, skin too white to get a break. My Constitution in shreds. Affirmative action poster-children wearing badges, and summarily executing my fellow citizens. Begging for food from a fat, retarded, cow that's never worked a day in her privileged life. Sitting at the back of the bus while those who can't stand in my shadow thrive. 45 years of anti-white policy written into law. I honestly just don't know how much more I can take. Why is there not a shooting war going on right now?

Being

noreply@blogger.com (Vance) — Wed, 30 Jun 2010 03:30:00 +0000

I was a being of light born into darkness. Alas, the darkness has consumed me; victorious. Now, I will make my heart as black as the darkness into which I was born, and I shall seek vengeance upon thee, and those. I will make my heart hard like the distance between the light, and the dark; and forever holding them apart, indestructible. I will rain down my malice from a smoldering heaven, and spit upon the swollen, and pungent, flesh-vessels that born my enemies unto me. With my corporeal enemy rotting at my feet, their gaze forever fixed in a rictus, that now only knows the terror of my being, I will turn my hate to that which will know no mercy of mine. I will slay love, and hope, and I will strike them down with mighty blows that will shatter, eternally fracturing, the very essence of time itself. I defeated God. I survived the burning fire. I walked the path through my living hell with nary a glance forward, or backward. The fools. The steel of my right hand has pierced the flesh of demons, decimated legions of suffering, and split apart, in two, the innocence of the child; the lamb.

Behold the brilliance of my hate. A shining jewel burnished by my hurt, polished with life-blood. I will send unto it that seed of mine, that terrible, terrible, rage; and the light that it shines will consume, in hate-fire, all whom would oppose my made mind. Peace is the enemy now, order, verisimilitude in their demise. No doing of mine. Only the darkness, only the pain, only the suffering. I've known no mercy, only the death of dignity, of self-worth. They are made now, into the steel of my right hand, folded into with care, and patience like the starry sky above. I am death.

Seek no safety, there is none. Banished forever into the chaos. The abyss consumes us all, blankets us all, I am the abyss. I am all. Freedom now the the dream-state of long ago madmen, a spectral mist that never was, or will be. Only the slave left, balling for their master to return and rule them - govern. Teeming brown hordes, the destroyers of humanity, the darkness feeding upon the light; and in the end the kill. The fools. I cannot be slain, I am the abyss. I am the hate that takes life, and love, and hope, and murders them. There can be no quarter. Prison is cool water upon the lips of the man dead of thirst. This steel is made of darkness, quenched in lakes of time, made hard, and harder, with each blow struck. If innocence cannot find purchase, what makes you think of victory again?

Nay, for one-half century your kind has ruled my kind, no more. I know thee now, your face is as familiar to me as my own pain; and thirst for an end of it all. You cannot hide. I cannot be defeated. I will sweep the weakness across this land and into the oceans. I will make war upon the squirming, infirm, flesh of th

Pardon Our Dust

noreply@blogger.com (Vance) — Wed, 14 Apr 2010 18:31:00 +0000

Hey folks. Say, just a word here about the rate at which I'm producing content these days. As you can see I'm attempting to implement some long-awaited (By me anyway.) changes and I'm immersed in some new mediums; and learning as I go. Your patience with me will be greatly appreciated! Of course you can always speed this process along by donating a dollar to the cause!! Hehe.

My Long Awaited Craigslist.org Bitch Fest!!

noreply@blogger.com (Vance) — Mon, 12 Apr 2010 21:24:00 +0000

Welcome To The Zero Times Any Number Show

noreply@blogger.com (Vance) — Sat, 10 Apr 2010 21:48:00 +0000

Okay, by way of explaining where I've been all this time, here is my new video show! Bear with me as I fucked up and didn't do the audio right on this episode. For the most part this is a sucky production but I did fairly well work out an opening credits sequence so there's that.

Calling all cars! Help!! Playing .3GPP2 files with VLC - Video with no audio

noreply@blogger.com (Vance) — Thu, 08 Apr 2010 18:23:00 +0000

Help. It's a simple desire really. Firstly, I already 'paid' for the fucking OS so fuck you and your 'buy more shit' bullshit. This attitude forces me into hacking you, going to the Open Source community, or sticking with Macs for life. Which I'm all too glad to do.

Back to my simple desire. Shoot video with my video-equipped mobile-phone, edit this video in Moviemaker, and post them to my blog. As it turns out not only am I one of two people alive, in the entirety of the human race, for the entirety of human-existence, to desire such a horrible thing, there's also no solution. The problem, see, is that Moviemaker will only handle certain files types. K. Kool, so I'll convert the .3GPP2 file to something digestible by Moviemaker. This .3GPP2 file is essentially an MPEG-4 under different GNU constraints. There is an insanely simple solution to this problem that I was on-to at the outset. Use VLC player to convert the file. Only fucking V fucking L fucking C, being the cock-stroking, cum-guzzling, asswipes that they are, doesn't support this particular flavor of MPEG-fucking-4.

Open-source file-converters do not support this particular flavor of MPEG-4 either. Trials are unacceptable due to the various constraints on the file-sizes they handle, or they want to fucking water-mark the output. The easiest way around this is to figure out why VLC Player plays-back video but no audio. Anybody with a solution to this problem, or who might have a different, viable, work-around, gets the kool-person of the year award from moi!

Please Don't Feed The Blogger

noreply@blogger.com (Vance) — Tue, 30 Mar 2010 17:55:00 +0000

Well, I'm not having much luck with my fundraiser! Hehe. Come to think of it I haven't had much luck with my blog! Hehe. Just a reminder folks that I need money! This is my sole source of income and there are enough of you reading that I'm hoping a kind-hearted type will see past a couple bucks for the cause. It just takes a sec to do the transaction and it's PayPal so you can use anything. Even Discover! Any size donation helps so much even a buck!

'The next level...' for this blog is video. Plus too, I've got quite a few writers in the waiting and big site-makeover plans. Any little donation that you can make will help these ideas bear fruit. If you can't afford to donate a dollar or two then maybe you have old digi-video equipment laying around, or old computer stuff cluttering up yer joint. I can put to use a wide variety of these types of things and all it takes is an email to me. Thanks again for reading every one. I'm at a make, or break, point here and just can't do much more without some income.

Lastly and as always, I sell advertising on the site. I can provide Google Analytics data to any whom may be interested. My prices are crazy affordable and I will extend special deals and considerations towards my early advertisers and potential sponsors.

A Social Liberal's Wet Dream

noreply@blogger.com (Vance) — Mon, 22 Mar 2010 18:10:00 +0000

Yay! Health Care! Fucking right-on 'congress'. I've had a dog in this fight for years. Oregon Health Care took care of me when not one, but three, times fully insured motorists ran me down with their cars and skated! Insurance companies kicked my ass every time. As I understand it Billary itself used the Federal Pilot in Oregon as an outline for so-called Hillary-care. Moreover that's essentially the same thing that just careened through the Congress. Oregon is owed a great debt for instituting it here regardless of it's current fate.

On Any Sunday - For Sunday

noreply@blogger.com (Vance) — Sat, 20 Mar 2010 22:32:00 +0000

This film is a Biblical experience for me. The sequel, On Any Sunday II, is more contemporaneous with my motorcycling days, but this one is more historical. This is one of the things that over-zealous environmentalists are trying to take away from me.

I don't have any pics of the actual motorcycle but I've spent some time searching for pics of the exact year, make, model, and color scheme. This was my first street motorcycle a 1972 Kawasaki H1-B 500cc. Below is a pic of just that. Mine was heavily modified of course, with Bill Wergess chambers, 2mm piston skirting, rough-polished intake, custom jetting, and electronic ignition from a 750 Yamaha triple, of all things. These things killed so many people in '69, the year they were introduced domestically, that they inspired their own motorcycle safety PSA.

This is a two-stroke (2-cycle) triple (3-cylinder) and they were quite a handful. Fortunately I had the disc-brake model (B). In '72 Kawasaki began delivering it's big brother domestically, the Kawasaki H2 750. That was two years prior to the release of the Kawasaki Z1 900, an inline 4-cylinder four-stroke (4-cycle) that quickly became infamous for it's rapid pace. It's not widely known but the H2 actually ran quicker 1/4, and 1/8 mile times, and outperformed the heavy Z1 in 0-60, as well. The Z1 was quite a bit faster on the top-end, but shit it had a lot of displacement too. One can only imagine what a one-liter two-stroke triple would have ran like.

I hate losing this stuff. There's simply no sound on earth like a large-displacement two-stroke triple up 'on-the-pipe, with a set of chambers. 'Chambers' is vernacular for the exhaust system on this particular motorcycle. It's a shortening of 'expansion chamber' because that's what spent exhaust gas from a two-cycle motor does when it exits the combustion chamber. It 'expands' and exhaust pipes on a two-stroke are built in such a way that the pipe has an area of increased capacity somewhere in it's line that allows exhaust gas to expand on its way out. Otherwise the expansion would create back-pressure, and slow the exhausting of exhaust gas thereby impeding engine performance.

Bill Wergess hand-made the set of pipes on my H1. Bill Wergess was a very famous two-stroke guy that got that way on Yamaha R, and RD two-stroke twins. I mention him for two reasons. Number one, Wergess chambers were the pipes to have on your bike, and number two, Bill Wergess is from, and lived in, and manufactured his product in, east Portland. Specifically the NE Gateway area adjacent to Parkrose. Portland was a big, big, performance motorcycle, and automobile mecca. Stupid environmentalists ruining Portland notoriety, and traditions.

Update: I've had some trouble with the vid streaming. Clearing my browser cache and reloading the page clears it right up.

I stole these pictures of an identical-to-mine H1 500B from this site.

This one is in completely stock-trim. Mine was just as complete, though it was sporting a hole in this off primary side cases from the rear brake lever going through that had been rather ham-fistedly Heli-arched. Plus I had different bars, and Wienman hoops. That's the guy though, same color and everything.

Is This Thing Real?

noreply@blogger.com (Vance) — Thu, 18 Mar 2010 16:44:00 +0000

I've never even questioned President Obama's legitimacy as an American. I also strongly support the policy of having to be American-born in order to hold the office of the President. When rumors began circulating that he was born in Africa, my first thought was, "Who cares?". What I am is a person who is concerned with the accuracy of historical records, and a person whom doesn't like eating shit unfairly.

I've never been able to make my particular position in this stick for some reason. It is my belief that President Obama was most certainly born in Africa and that his parents did not meet the requirements to facilitate Obama's citizenship in the U.S. I further assert that this is a superfluous, meaningless, technicality that should effect precisely nothing. Obama is as American as Apple-pie and Baseball. More-so considering he can't prove that anymore than I could prove I was born here.

So, when I post jpegs of this birth-certificate I'm only curious about the accuracy of my own hypotheses. If it happens that due to some logistical technicality like where Obama's mother was tripping around at, at the time, I think this is something history should record, but don't agree that it should effect Obama's status as a True American. Just curious is all. Just interested in truth here, not really asserting that Obama is an illegal President.

Is this thing for real? Does anybody know? We know that the nurse who stated that Obama was born in Hawaii was lying through her teeth. We know that Obama's mother did not have an Hawaiian address at the time this birth-certificate was produced. We know that relatives of Obama's father swear up and down Obama was born in Kenya. We also know that Barrack Hussein Obama has spent his entire life in this country, and has given countless thousands of hours of his very life in service to our communities, and country. We know that he was already elected a Senator, and passed muster there. As far as I'm concerned, he's American, and I only poke at this 'cause it is mysterious.

Anyway, does anybody know if this thing is real, or is it just some PhotoShop-job?

Inquiring minds want to know! Oh, and incidentally, and in case I draw the ire of the FBI, CIA, or something, I nabbed this from a craigslist.org posting ID #1649796996 on March 18th, 2010 at 9:31 a.m. PDT. Really don't want flamed on this, I'm just asking questions, and settling some accounts is all.

Just A Reminder That We're In The Middle Of Fundraising Time Here At Zero Times

noreply@blogger.com (Vance) — Wed, 17 Mar 2010 17:07:00 +0000

Hi folks! This is what I do for a living, and a poor living it is at that!! In addition to doing all of my own research, writing, and editing, I write piles of comments all over the net everyday. I work very, very hard at this blog and dream of a day when I might do it professionally. If you would assist me in this aim a small donation to my cause would be so deeply appreciated. Donating via the PayPal button is quite easy and quick as swiping your debit-card at the Coffee Shoppe. Anything helps and the current goal is to raise the $12 I need to attend a film-screening to which I've been so graciously invited to at the end of the month here.

Thanks again to all my readers and those with supporting, and kind words. As always, I'm not a 'preach to the choir' type and you can help me avoid this trap by supporting me financially. Additionally, it is my critics to whom I usually write and would love to engage those whom oppose my views, ideas, and positions. If you think I suck it should be a simple matter to prove this in debate, and I welcome the opportunity to expand my views, and learn.

Anything helps, folks, even a dollar. I can't thank you enough for reading and allowing me the opportunity to vent and participate in the circus.

Vance Longwell
Editor Zero Times Any Number

The Lie That I Live

noreply@blogger.com (Vance) — Tue, 16 Mar 2010 18:38:00 +0000

I've been extra irritable lately. I've been having an increasingly difficult time concentrating, especially while writing. It's as though my mind is working against me all of a sudden. I've been cutting back on tobacco, but I don't think that's it. I've also had an extra cup of coffee, or two, this week but feel that's not it either. What then is eating at me? What has happened to my usually rosy demeanor, and why can't I write-out a cogent thought, or position?

I live a lie. You live a lie too, but you're too blind to see it, too proud maybe. We all live this big, giant, lie in America and I'm inclined to suppose the world as well. We love our lie so much we wrote it down in the United States Declaration of Independence. Wikipedia characterizes this lie as the most important phrase in American history:

"All men are created equal."

This lie was first uttered in the spirit of declaring that all men should be able to cast a vote. That no matter the color of your skin, and later that of your sex, that this should not exclude one from the democratic process. Furthermore, the spirit of this declaration includes the notion that accruing wealth ought to be something anyone can do. Sounds pretty good to me. The only thing is the spirit of this declaration has been long-since lost. Now it means we are, literally, all the same.

This is the lie we live. That my value to society is equal to that of the lowest person, and the highest person simultaneously. We are all just exactly the same and no one is better or worse. More sounds-good. This is especially important in our courts, and our criminal-justice system. Same with the electorate and the way we run our government. I think the idea is that a rich, or privileged, person should not be able to unfairly exploit a poor, or underprivileged, one. Still sounds pretty fucking awesome, right?

While I couldn't agree more that in matters of governance, and the law, we need to be roughly equal, I do not extend this thinking to other areas such as commerce; and work. But over the centuries this has changed. People without value to society, or with little of it, have been aided by placing restrictions on the stronger, and more talented, among us. Furthermore, these same people benefit from privileges given to them in order that they might be that much more competitive. We've rigged the game, so to speak.

I can't help but think of my high-school Track and Field days when trying to come up with an analogy. When I was in high-school the feminist movement was peaking and there was vicious anti-male sentiment abound. From the git, I was massively dominant in Track and Field. I was running competitive collegiate times in all my events by age 15. Blacks included. I would easily win race after race my Frosh and Sophomore years.

Typically ribbons and medals are given out as awards to those especially competitive. Blue ribbon for winning a race, red ribbon for second, and so on. These ribbons are awarded following the meets usually, and usually right at the tail-end of the meet. Sometimes, the awards 'ceremony' would take place a day or two later. Like clockwork these award-ceremonies, as it were, were always scrunched-in and there was usually very little time to conduct them. Track meets are long, and spectators are restless after four-hours. Regardless of the implications, they are not usually real cooperative about sitting through an additional hour of handing out ribbons and medals.

As such there was usually a mandate to award the first-place finishers in major events, and to do it very quickly. During the two years I wasted the competition in Track and Field, and Cross-Country, I would never once be given my award in front of people at a ceremony. Not once ever. Do you know why? Because when it came time to select people for this it was the girl's team that usually was benefited a ceremony.

That's simply not right. I won the races, they got the all the benefits. They got awarded, and recognized for my accomplishments. How is that supposed to work? What effect do you suppose this had on me, as a young man, trying to cope with reality? At once I was assured that no matter how hard I worked, no matter how competitive I was, somebody else would derive all the benefits from my labors, and not me. Having found out that there was no particular benefit to me to win competitions I simply stopped competing. What's the fucking point?

This is analogous with about all of my day-to-day life up until now. I go to work and outperform most, if not all, of my co-workers routinely. Not the 'everybody thinks they work harder than the next person' cop-out, but actually, measurably, provably, higher levels of performance. I miss less time, produce higher gross-sales receipts, have less customer complaints, have more customer praise, stuff more envelopes, you know, quantifiable performance issues. Yet, when it comes time to benefit from this I'm denied this benefit and this benefit is subsequently given to a brown person, or a woman. Just like in fucking high-school.

I'm 6'-5” tall. The average height for a male in America is 5'-7”. I'm ten-inches taller than 9 out of 10 men in America. I'm also an ecto-morph. That means that pound-for-pound I'm stronger than the average meso-morph. I have a documented Intellectual Quotient of 159. The average I.Q. in America is 107. That makes me bigger, stronger, faster, and smarter than 90% of the men I come in contact with, and even more of the same where women are concerned. Yet I live the life of a dog. Why?

The answer to that question could be a million things. I'm not very congenial anymore. I look like I fell out of an ugly-tree and hit every branch on the way down. I'm exceedingly competitive, and I have a very low tolerance for weakness and failure. I'm a hard guy to get along with. Could it be that these are the things which have left me bereft of a life? But what about the statistics? Again in every way we measure human worth and an individual's contribution to society I am superior.

A different tack perhaps. I observe that women have a lock on professional jobs at the lower-end of the professional pay-scale. I've even seen the term, pink-collar, self-applied by female journalists, and writers. Furthermore I observe that men have a lock on non-professional jobs that require a larger, more technical skills-set, and which pay quite a lot less. Women with no college background can be assured of a $16-??/hour job pushing paper in a climate controlled office where they are rarely directly supervised. See: they spend most of their time fucking-off. On the other hand, a very physical man may be assured of $8-??/hour to build houses, pave our roads, provide infrastructure and so-on. They will do this in extremely dangerous conditions, and they'll do it in the rain, snow, and sweltering heat.

Yet the Gloria Stienam(s) of the world will point to a discrepancy in income levels between the top male bread-winners in America, and the top female bread-winners, and cry foul. Just like there could be a million explanations for my own life, there are a million explanations for why this condition exists. Yet, and based solely upon the numbers, this last is chocked-up to males discriminating against females. No exploration, just a declaration that because the discrepancy exists it then has to be discrimination.

Now if we apply this logic to, say, the prison system what is the outcome? Men are incarcerated at a rate, who knows, five-times, ten-times, the rate at which women are incarcerated? So, if it is just sheer numbers, and we don't need to explore the real answers, one can only conclude that the prison-system in America is discriminating against men. Just making this statement usually sends people off the deep end. To them it's a simple matter that men are just more criminally inclined. To them there is a perfectly reasonable explanation as to why men go to prison more than women. Well, the same could be said about women and the money they make, or don't, in this case. Maybe it's not discrimination, and instead it's that women simply aren't as competitive in the work-place, or in business, or whatever.

The implications of this last are terrifying aren't they? To consider that by virtue of an arbitrary birth-lottery one might expect less from life independently. It's unthinkable that half of the population might be incapable of competing and will likely live a life accordingly. Well, it's unthinkable if we're talking about women and brown people, but we're clearly ready to put this turd in the pocket of every man born. I, as a man, have been selected to sacrifice my innate talent and superior performance in order that I don't unfairly exploit this advantage. By virtue of the arbitrary nature of the birth-lottery I will suffer.

What's the fucking difference? Under one system women are born into less, in the other men are.

Look at America. We've died. We're dead. It's just a matter of getting annexed into Mexico now. We've slid from number one to number forty-four on the scale of standard-of-living globally. It gets worse everyday. I wonder fucking why? We have our second-string running shit that's why. People are so thoroughly indoctrinated that they can't even see it. 46 years of the lowest common-denominator stealing from the highest. What did you think would happen? Did you think that brutally oppressing white American males was going to accomplish anything but making you feel better about your own life?

That's the lie we all live. That we are all somehow the same with the same entitlements, and benefits. Fat people constantly complain that they want all the benefits of a healthy lifestyle, i.e. an attractive partner, access to public places, and so-on. Only thing is, you're not supposed to get the benefits of a healthy lifestyle without making the associated sacrifices, without doing the work, as it were. Moreover, fat people want to avoid the consequences of behaving badly. Talk about unsustainable. If we hire and promote in the workplace based upon social politics and not merit, then we all lose.

This is what's eating at me. I have more innate talent in my little finger than the vast majority of people around me. The measurable, quantifiable kind, not the intangible bullshit others refer to. The vast majority of people around me are 20lbs, or more, overweight, dumb by definition, entitled, and omnipresent. Just this morning I saw this middle-aged woman parking a $70,000 car by my house. She was so fat that she could barely move. She couldn't drive very well as evidenced by her park-job, and probably due in no little part to her obesity and overall health. How in the hell does this person have more value to society than I? Yet here I am begging for change on the internet. What in the fuck is wrong with this picture?

When more people besides me begin to ask this question we are then headed for big trouble. We've gone from the haves taking from the have-nots, to the have-nots taking from the haves. Every bit as much bullshit. In this we are all certainly equal. But, and as evidenced by this country's decline, something has got to give. It's simply not rational to expect to continue a policy of damning people like me in lieu of elevating people like this useless bitch I mentioned in the last paragraph. This will inevitably lead to armed conflict. I'm tired as hell of performing well at work only to see somebody else get the raise. I'm tired of eating shit in public when I simply don't have to. I'm so tired of it that I simply won't do it anymore.

This will end in bloodshed, mark, my, words.

Saturday Isn't The Day For It I Suppose

noreply@blogger.com (Vance) — Sat, 13 Mar 2010 15:28:00 +0000

Just so you know, it's fundraiser time! I have my tip-jar right there!

Free Tibet...on you own time please!

noreply@blogger.com (Vance) — Sat, 13 Mar 2010 15:19:00 +0000

When I read the first coverage of his intentions to do this, I thought, "What the hell...?". My favorite was when he forced the City Attorney's Office to field phone-calls from the LBGT&Q community, when he was still a Commissioner. Adams was all twisted up about Gay stuff in another state the day before a press-release for his Safe, Sound and Green Streets proposal was scheduled. Political genius-guy then got broadsided at his press-release and the whole thing went off like Adams didn't really have all the answers. Really hurt funding for his proposal.

So, I read the other day of his intent to deliver this message, and thought here we go again. I had no idea though, that anybody would actually listen to, or otherwise hear of, this address. Holy-pile-of-dogshit, somebody did, and now they're pissed. Sigh. While I strongly support the LBGT&Q community, I also feel there are lots of public, and private-sector resources available to that community, and further question just how necessary it was to utilize the City Attorney's Office in such a way. Also, I strongly support the Tibetans in their cause. Who doesn't? But I question, again, whether or not it's part of the deal to make such comments as the Mayor of a city. Just seems counterproductive and also a blatant appeal to his voting-base.

Can Someone Please Get Your Stupid God Off My Tip?

noreply@blogger.com (Vance) — Fri, 12 Mar 2010 17:15:00 +0000

This is an interesting case. I'd expect Cali courts to be a little less Christ-erical about freedom from religion, but no. Dad tried to sue on behalf of his daughter but mom had custody, so the case is merit-less? Yikes. Apparently one doesn't even father a child until the People's Republic of California says one does. Oh, and the ex too. So much for a patriarchal society, eh?

Memo to the Xtian-cultists. Your filthy behavior has no place in a civilized society. This is not your country and it's way past time to remove your oppressive, racist, sexist, misogynist, dogmatic hate-speech from our midst. Too funny, the same said cultists will bow down and pray/worship a faceless corporation like Providence, spew their hatred of freedom all over their neighbors, but ask 'em to get their filthy dogma out of our free society; and all we get is waaaaa!

Did You Catch Willy Week's Rogue This Issue?

noreply@blogger.com (Vance) — Fri, 12 Mar 2010 16:56:00 +0000

If Willamette Week's Rogue this week didn't piss you off be sure to check comments. It's official, Portland OR, has now been taken over by my mommy. Where do these people come from? Oh right, other American cities where it's, apparently, perfectly acceptable to meddle in the affairs of your neighbors. News flash muthafuckers, you live in a free country. In addition to people possessing the right to smoke those whom have a problem with that are free to move the fuck away from people smoking.

Just look at all the second-hand smoke propaganda in comments too. Seriously, grown adults with the minds of developmentally disabled children. This is feminist oppression just as surely as I breath air. They don't call it the Nanny State for nuthin', yo! This language may lead you to believe I'm blaming the ladies for this shit, but I blame the dickless, nutless, little half-men that support them just as much. Feel free to say something to me next time you catch me with a fag in my mouth. Go ahead, I double-dog dare you.