And you have stumbled upon the blog page that posts his podcasts, and the text versions of his podcasts, every two weeks or so.

There’re plenty of laughs, and something to offend everybody.

Rerun of Podcast 2: tax stock market transactions to pay for national health care … January 23, 2006 [rerun July 15, 2008]

Rerun of Podcast 1: Are U.S. corporations directly to blame for the attacks of 911? … January 16, 2006 [rerun July 1, 2008]

Podcast 2: Should we tax stock market transactions? … January 2006

Podcast 3: Does the Democratic Party understand the difference between white men and RICH white men? … January 2006

Podcast 4: What IS it with the fragile FEMALE ego? … February 2006

Podcast 5: What is Populism and what can we learn from it? … February 2006

Podcast 6: Does God exist? … February 2006

Podcast 7: What is science good for? … February 2006

Podcast 8: What is a Christian Communist? … March 2006

Podcast 9: Why are evangelical Christians, and evangelical Muslims, and evangelical Feminists, the WAY they ARE? … March 2006

Podcast 10: Are corporations vampires? NOT are corporations LIKE vampires. But are corporations REALLY vampires? … March 2006

Podcast 11: How come rents and mortgages are so much? And how can we lower them? … March 2006

Podcast 12: Are men the oppressors of women, or are women the oppressors of men? … April 2006

Podcast 13: [Continued from Last Week] Are men the oppressors of women, or are women the oppressors of men? … April 2006

Podcast 14: Are corporations tapeworms? … April 2006

Podcast 15: What is real, and what is not? … May 2006

Podcast 16: What’s really happening with men? … May 2006

Podcast 17: What is citizenship? What is a citizen? … May 2006

Podcast 18: a CORPORATE-FREE zone, adventures in the Peruvian Jungle … June 2006

Podcast 19: How come Republicans have their heads up their own asses? … June 2006

Podcast 20: Bush Family Fuckups and Rush Limbaugh cab drivers … July 2006

Podcast 21: Things Conservatives Believe … July 2006

Podcast 22: How do we get rid of fear? … August 2006

Podcast 23:What do women want? … August 2006

Podcast 24: Fantasies: Americans have free and fair elections and live in a democracy; and 19 Arabs with plastic knives brought down the World Trade Center and attacked the Pentagon … September 2006

Podcast 25: Should socialism be called Peoplism? President Hugo Chavez in Venezuela says: I follow the teachings of the first socialist. Jesus Christ … September 2006

Podcast 26: Rich Zubaty holds forth on polite, charming, witty, clever Assholes; taking back the government, the value of being RUDE, how your mom fucked up your brain, his jackass siren, and who’s really taking away our freedoms anyway? … October 2006

Podcast 27: The Corporate Vampires DVD sound track … October 2006

Podcast 28: Rich Zubaty reads vignettes from Romance, his autobiography, about life on the lam in 25 different countries … November 2006

Podcast 29: Guided Buddhist Meditation from Thailand …November 2006

Podcast 30: Rich Zubaty rants about living in his truck, Homeless in Hawaii, homeless shelters that don’t provide housing, and Female Aristocrats who ignore the plight of poor people …December 2006

Podcast 31: Impeach Bush, and Part One of Rich’s South Pacific adventures. Lost and found …December 2006

Podcast 32: Part Two of Rich’s South Pacific adventures. Fabulous fishing and a mysterious visitor…January 2007

Podcast 33: One year anniversary show. A recap of the first 32 shows …January 2007

Podcast 34: Nascar Politicians, cheeseburgers for Darfur, how our own soldiers enslave us, what is evolution good for?; and an excerpt about talking plants from Rich Zubaty’s novel: Your Brain Is Not Your Own …February 2007

Podcast 35: Grandfathering, plus: betting on presidents, the Jewish lesbian Republican governor of Hawaii, and outsource Dick Cheney …February 2007

Podcast 36: Pilgrimmage to Singapore and India …March 1, 2007

Podcast 37: Why I hate women, and the importance of ideas …March 15, 2007

Podcast 38: Soul, Soulfulness, Things I Want My Kids to Know …April 1, 2007

Podcast 39: Reinventing Learning; more excerpts from Rich Zubaty’s book: The Corporate Cult …April 15, 2007

Podcast 40: The last show for a couple months:…The mind of Robert Crumb; plus previews of upcoming shows: prosecute Cheney and Rove, how our soldiers don’t protect us – but enslave us to massive debt, how George W. Bush is like Josef Stalin, biographies of defense attorney Clarence Darrow, political novelist George Orwell, and populist Huey Long; ban depleted uranium, Teddy Roosevelt on malefactors of great wealth, male initiation, and male menopause …May 2007

Podcast 41: Rich Zubaty in France, reading from his Wisdom Booklet, the spiritual travelogue of his world travels …July 1, 2007

Podcast 42: Male Initiation, turning boys into men …August 1, 2007

Podcast 43: Huey Long, C.I.A. operative Gloria Steinem, and a goofy political Odyssey featuring the amazing human and animal impersonations of Dan Burgevin …September 1, 2007

Podcast 44: Unsung American heroes Abbie Hoffman, and Franklin Roosevelt, and Bad Words that are Really Good …October 1, 2007

Podcast 45: Evolution: Science or Religion? …November 1, 2007

Podcast 46: How fishing is like praying …December 1, 2007

Podcast 47: Synthetic Terrorism, Shadow Government, Oligarchy, False Flag Operations, Webster Tarpley book …January 1, 2008

Podcast 48: What’s wrong with American woman by author Nancy Levant …February 1, 2008

Podcast 49: Report from a Mexican village on Latin American anti-globalization …March 1, 2008

Podcast 50: Naomi Klein on the Shock Doctrine and Disaster Capitalism …April 1, 2008

Podcast 51: Quantum Physics and God …May 1, 2008

Podcast 52: Male versus Female Brain biology …June 1, 2008

[RG voice] Rich Zubaty

This is the last show, we PROMISED we’d do. Show number 52.

[RG voice] thought it would take a year to make them all… took more like two and a half.

It won’t be our last show.

[RG voice] But it’s gonna seem like it.

Because next month we’re gonna start posting reruns of earlier shows … two reruns a month, on the first and fifteenth of every month, for two years or so, unless nobody listens.

[RG voice] And when we record a NEW show, we’ll plunk it in somewhere, and shift the upcoming reruns back two weeks.

Today’s podcast is gonna be about the biological differences between men and women. Basically condensations and extracts from my book: What Men Know That Women Don’t. And it’s gonna be a long and difficult show, to absorb. In a nutshell, fifteen years ago, after a bitter divorce, I had a gut level reaction against the feminist dogma of the day, which stated, that men and women are exactly the same, except for how we’ve been raised. After ten years of marriage, to a feminist harpy, it sure sounded wrong to me. So I went to live in a Benedictine monastery near Tampa Florida, that had a small college and a big library right outside my monk’s cell, and took the job of cooking the evening meal for the monks, so I had all day long to study. Then I asked myself a simple question: what are the differences between men and women?

I applied this question… what are the differences between men and women? … across the multiple academic disciplines of biology, psychology, history, mythology, law and religion… and what I discovered was absolutely shocking. First off, it was obvious that the biggest BIOLOGICAL difference between men and women, is not what’s between our legs, but what’s between our EARS. Men’s and women’s brains are very very different, and thereby, the ways we perceive life are very very different. Furthermore, once I understood the biological differences between men and women, the psychological differences became so obvious I had to ask: given the underlying biology, how could it be any different? And with those two research areas under my belt, I looked into gender roles in history, mythology, law, and religion… and all those started to make perfect historical sense also. Right up until we got to modern, feminist-inspired, marriage and divorce law, which stuck out like a banana up your nose, and made no historical sense whatsoever… Anyway… each chapter of the book, cumulatively built on the previous chapter, but our entire human accumulation of gender knowledge, stands on the legs of biology. Understand the biological differences between men and women, and the rest all becomes clear. Why women like shopping. Why men are better drivers. Why women fuck around on their husbands. All of it.

So here then is Chapter One of What Men Know That Women Don’t. Biology and Physiology.

[bird?]

When you begin looking into the areas of biological differences between the sexes, two facts leap off the page and slap you in the face:

ONE) We are ALL women.
TWO) Our brain is a gonad, a sex gland.

The brain, often lumped in with the other organs, is, in fact, a gland. Actually it is a communion of glands, which secrete and respond to vast numbers of chemical and electrical fields, that suffuse the entire body.

And one thing we have found out for sure: the brain does not work the same way in men and women. The differences in brain sex first emerge in the womb.

During the first few weeks the fetus, including its gonads, appears to be unisex. But, between the 8th and 12th weeks, a fetus with male chromosomes, begins to produce testosterone, and other androgens which “differentiate” its masculine genitals, and later, its brain. A fetus with female chromosomes, because it’s exposed to much less androgen, continues to develop along female lines.

A person’s prenatal hormonal experience appears to be an especially strong influence on later behavior. A male rat will act like one, only if it has gotten the right amount of androgen, starting at the right time, and for the right duration, in the course of its development. If he hasn’t received the proper amounts of hormones, at the proper times, he will act like a female, even if he looks like a normal male.

Conversely, Robert Goy says, the evidence is “indisputable”, that excessive prenatal exposure to male androgen, can produce male gender-role behavior in females. And, Roger Gorski’s UCLA team found, that when testosterone is withheld by castrating rat pups, their brains, look like those, of females.
What does it all mean?

It means that, all things being equal, we would all come out female. It means that a male baby’s Y chromosome, induces the mother’s undescended testicles, to manufacture testosterone and other male androgens, that shape a male fetus’s gonads and brain, and launch him on a life course which is incomparable, and literally inconceivable, to the female of the species; and this process begins in the first weeks of existence as a zygote.

But most importantly it means, that males are not born, they are made. They are made by hormones which enlarge and reform the normal model brain, creating a greater right-brain capacity, and vastly different perceptual skills. And they are made by the sport and war and government and literature and legends of the older men, whose duty it is to initiate the younger men, into the formation of those values, which beget and sustain human life. Men do not just happen… Men must be activated, by hormones, and by the society of men. Men must be made, and if they’re not, what you get are men who act like women.

Strictly speaking, sex is not necessary for reproduction. It is conceivable that we could all reproduce by cloning, like some lizards do, except for one thing – Nature doesn’t want it that way. Nature has gone to great lengths to produce the male – that spontaneous, intuitive, athletic, sexually aggressive carrier, of a complementary gene package – that one who is more erratic, more creative and more vulnerable than the female.

Why did Father Nature go to all that trouble? My guess is, that it has something to do with speeding up evolution. Father Nature perceived that without this spontaneous, erratic male influence, the unfolding of life would be deadened and ossified, and society would have little chance of adapting to ice ages, floods, microbial epidemics and other terrestrial cataclysms. We would drown in our own pee. Therefore, enter the male, who is definitely talented, at moving society forward.

[bird]

Our brain is a sex gland. Sex means choice. Why else would the brain come in two flavors: male and female. We don’t have male lungs or female intestines. Something very deep is at work here.

It is known that the right hemisphere of the brain is the region associated with imagery, music, imagination, art, pure math, creativity, insight, the spiritual realms, and INTUITION. The left hemisphere processes language, logic, applied mathematics, scientific skills, the physical world, and REASON. It has been shown that the right brain is bigger in men than in women. That is, men are naturally endowed with a greater physical brain capacity for embracing the spiritual and intuitive and creative dimensions of life. Men are more spiritual and intuitive and creative than women. Clearly this is the exact opposite of what mass media propaganda, has led us to believe.

Men’s brains are, on average, 15% larger than women’s brains – about twice the difference in average body size between the two. But male brains don’t start out bigger. The brains of human babies are the same size until two or three years. After that male brains grow faster and larger, until age six, when full brain size is reached. Many researchers agree that this pattern reflects the fact, that the basic format of the brain is female, and that format is modified and enlarged when the male hormones kick in.

It is a fact that teenage girls whose mothers took male hormones during pregnancy have overall higher IQs. It is a fact that testosterone makes the brain less likely to fatigue. And it is a fact, according to Ruben Gur, that women’s brains, that are asleep, show as much neural activity, as men’s brains that are solving a difficult problem. Women are always “thinking”, processing something. They have trouble shutting their brains off, which is precisely what the gurus of inner peace tell us we must do. Shut our brains off. Women’s heads are caught inside the washing machine from hell – the one that never clicks off. It lurches from wash to rinse to spin dry and back to wash again, endlessly processing the outer garments of life, with detergents and fabric softeners, desperately bleaching the threads of existence, until some goofball comes along and kicks the goddamn plug out of the wall… That goofball is us.

[donkey]

It is not only in brain size, but also in the actual physical composition, that great differences have been detected between males and females. According to Kathryn Phillips, male brains – with fewer connections across the corpus callosum (the thick bundle of nerves connecting the brain’s right and left hemispheres) – male brains, are more lateralized than those of females. This increased lateralization, so the theory goes, allows for greater right brain performance.

In her opinion, this accounts for males’ superior performance in visuospatial skills, like catching baseballs; and in my opinion it tips us off to a quickening of intuition, creativity, and spiritual qualities, in the male psyche. The Landing Strip of the Gods is in our heads, not somewhere off in Peru.

Greater right brain performance in boys, is corroborated by Moir and Jessel, who say that while both sexes are equal in their performance in two dimensions, boys four years old and up, perform better in three dimensional mindscapes. Men are more at home in multi-dimensional space. Some of us can experience the notion of ten dimensional space. The very thought fries most women’s circuits.

Everyone knows women are better with words than men. Women speak three times as many words per day as men do. Women use both sides of the brain when speaking. Men use only the left brain. The fact is, women THINK in words. They see the world through words. But men are different.

Men, are given to operating out of either one side of their brain, or the other. There are many things that men see and experience and feel, that do not fit readily into words. It doesn’t mean we’re dumb. It doesn’t mean we’re dullards with speech. It means we’re receptive to different things. We see the arced trajectories of arrows, and the curvature of airplane wings, and notice fishtails under the water.

If I tell my kids, “I happened upon a moment of Buddha consciousness standing on a street corner”, my son will say, “What’s Buddha consciousness?” and my daughter will say “What street corner?” I love my daughter, more than all the raindrops that fall on the Pacific Ocean in a thousand years, but notice from her answer, that one could easily be mistaken into assuming, that she knows exactly what Buddha consciousness is, and she just needs to pinpoint where to find it, when, in fact, she knows nothing about it at all, and therefore the words don’t even stick in her head… The point I am trying to make, is that her way into the situation is through what she knows, or might know. My son’s way into the situation, is through what he does NOT know. She wants to establish what she knows. And go from there. He wants to establish what he doesn’t know. And go from there. When pressed, a woman will express the opinion that whatever she doesn’t know is wrong or bad or dangerous… (this is what they call women’s intuition. More on this later.) My son is interested in the hidden miracles and opportunities present in that which he does not know. He wants to learn. She wants to establish where she is.

Can you see them 50,000 years ago? She wants to know if the firewood is dry. He wants to know what that black shadow lurking on the cliff is. Maybe a monster. Maybe his friend, blinded in an orgy of too much SEX, stumbling back to camp, with directions for how to find the lost tribe of nymphomaniac women – who NEVER complain about anything – on the other side of the mountain. He is not going to shoot the lurking shadow with his arrow, until he finds out for sure.

What a pair they make: the protector and the seeker. A bit of genetic genius going on here. Let’s enjoy the difference.

[bird]

In addition to talking, Diane McGuinness presents a fund of information regarding left brain/right brain, female-/male, differences. The left brain, she says, is more highly involved than the right, in developing skilled performance, especially that requiring fluent sequential action, such as dance, gymnastics, imitative art or technical piano playing. Girls are more elastic and outperform boys in these skilled sequential activities. They have better penmanship, and they’re better at tying their shoes. They’re better, because they rely more on their left brain – the logical, rational side of the brain – which, reasonably enough, seems to order sequential actions. Boys are better at catching baseballs, because they have readier access to the less logical, spatial-relationship qualities, of the right brain.

Researchers Lomas and Kimura found that speaking interfered dramatically with finger-tapping sequences, especially of the right hand (which, of course, by some quirk of physiology, is coordinated by the left brain). The results might indicate that flipping your concentration back and forth from one lobe of the brain (to perform a manual task) to the other lobe of the brain (to speak) diminishes your concentration in the opposing lobe. For men, I suspect this is the case. How do you like it when your wife is talking to you as you try to hang a picture? How do you like it, knowing from experience, that your chances of bludgeoning your thumb, with the hammer, rise 1000% with every word she utters. Talking to a man who is working, is a form of violence, that puts him in danger of bodily harm. Men on construction sites don’t talk to a guy who is pounding a nail or sawing a board. If he’s doing something wrong they might shout out, “Wait! Stop!”, get him to stop, and then talk it over. They don’t want to see him push his thumb through the whirling razors of a table saw.

Lomas and Kimura found girls more skilled with their right limbs, whereas boys were better with their left. Experiments with 5-6 year old girls, performing heel and toe tapping exercises reveal, that they are remarkably more dexterous with their right foot. This indicates girls are considerably more biased toward their LEFT brain – the part of the brain associated with logic. Which is exactly the opposite of what we’ve been told.

I still don’t understand what sinister forces have been operating, to convince us, that men are more “logical” than women. The evidence to the contrary is all around us. Who are the ones in your work place who keep everything neat and organized? Who are the ones who come up with the brainstorms to invest in Bolivian real estate, or convert bankrupt sausage factories into yuppie condos? Who are the ones who stand slack-jawed, staring up an elephant’s asshole, amazed at the sheer amount of shit up there, and wondering how to turn a buck on it?

[elephant trumpet]

Diane McGuinness found that girls move words into images, and images into words, much more easily than boys. Men are poorer at identifying word-sounds, and are particularly disadvantaged at creating a visual image of a word they hear. Seventy-five per-cent of the reading disabled population, is male.

McGuinness concludes, on the basis of available data, that females are more attentive to speech sounds, more accurate in decoding speech, more fluent, have better skills in temporal sequencing, and exhibit noticeable superiority, in fine motor fluency. Girls have a decided advantage in learning to read. They make better typists and better contract lawyers. Finally, Diane McGuinness, goes on to tantalize us with her perception, of how the female tactic UNravels. She says females tend to persist in adopting verbal problem-solving strategies, even when they are inappropriate, such as when learning algebra or geometry.

McGuinness says that it is difficult to “talk” mathematics, or even communicate mathematical concepts, in conventional language. Funny that she reflexively views this as a problem with mathematics, rather than as a problem with language. It’s difficult to talk about God or the Life Force in conventional language too. Is that God’s problem?

In 1967, Sherman suggested, that one of the reasons why girls may have difficulties, in both spatial ability, and mathematics, is that they rely too heavily on verbal problem-solving strategies. She ascertained that researchers who investigated visuospatial problem-solving, often asked their subjects how they solved the problems. Females, who repeatedly scored lower than males, were far more likely to describe their strategy as, one of labeling (naming) parts of the figure, and comparing them, with one another. Males were much more likely to report that they made the diagram “move” inside their heads. That is, they rotated the three-dimensional object INSIDE their mind. Females may be forced back on verbalization, due to an undeveloped capacity for visualization, or they may lack visual skills, since they opt for verbal solutions, because these have worked for them in the past. Women think words work for everything.

McGuinness finds that 25% of severely dyslexic boys are mathematically gifted, suggesting that there is a trade-off between verbal activity, and spatial-mathematical ability. Turns out Henry Ford had very poor language skills. It’s a good thing he wasn’t laughed out of school, or we might all be walking to work.

McGuinness concludes, that the key sensori-motor skills, involved in reading, writing, and spelling, are almost identical, to the perceptual and motor abilities, that differentiate males and females, implying that there are biological, and genetic reasons, why girls and boys develop different sets of abilities in cognitive tasks – in simple English, our brains are different so we think different.

[bird] [stop/restart recording]

In addition to the corpus callosum and the language loci, the hypothalamus, a lusty little gland perched on top of the brain stem, in the reptile brain area, displays obvious gender differences. Often referred to as the Third Eye, or the Sixth Chakra in the Hindu metaphor, the hypothalamus operates in a primal emotional zone, somewhere between reptilian, and mammalian consciousness, producing rage, hunger, thirst, and desire, including sexual desire. Two areas in the hypothalamus show sex differences. One is a group of neurons that acts as a built-in clock, controlling circadian rhythms and, in women, ovulation. Also, a cell group in the preoptic area is twice as large, and has twice as many neurons, in heterosexual men, as it does in women and homosexual men! Men have different body rhythms and different visual apparatus, than women or homosexual men. We feel and see differently! Is this a surprise?

The significance of this last finding, for understanding sex differences, is hard to overestimate. What Simon LeVay, of the Salk Institute for Biological Studies is saying here, is that a person with a male body and a female hypothalamus, is going to be female. He/slash/she will possess the male reproductive function, but he/she is very unlikely to reproduce because he/she regards life as a female – an unmade male. In sexual orientation, that sex gland in the brain, the hypothalamus, is capable of overriding the behavior of the entire physical prototype.

It has been found that women who endured a great amount of stress during pregnancy (such as pregnant women who lived in London during the bombing of Britain by Germany during WW II)… and women who took barbiturates during their pregnancy (which were prescribed by medical idiots) both gave birth to disproportionately high numbers of homosexuals. In other words, the normal and proper secretions of male hormones, during pregnancy, were inhibited by stress, or downers, to the extent, that normal heterosexual male brain formation, did NOT take place.

Male homosexuals do not take the same hormone ride which formulates the heterosexual male. They have the Y chromosome, but they don’t experience the requisite numbers, or quantities, of hormonal baths, which form the male brain. Their brain physiology is closer to that of the female of the species. They are born, not made. This should come as a great relief. Parents relax! It’s not your fault. Your kids aren’t going to “turn into” homosexuals, unless they have the biological components in place. Just avoid stress and downers when you’re pregnant. Homosexuality is not a cultural phenomenon – as I spent most of MY life believing. It is primarily a hormonal event, not even genetic, so there’s no imputed shame there either. It’s no one’s fault. It’s not bad. It just IS.

In XXY males, who possess an extra female chromosome, not enough masculine hormones have been dispatched to the developing brain, to make it match its male body. These men tend to be shy, hesitant, un-made males.

Turner’s Syndrome Kids – kids born with only one X chromosome – are so entirely female, they are born without ovaries, so they have no opportunity whatever of secreting “male” androgens (like testosterone, which is found in both men and women, and which is the main sexual activator in our bodies). These kids are disproportionately protective of objects like toys and dolls, and they adore jewelry and rings. Here is the unopposed female instinct, at work. Kids who don’t have a trace of male hormones in them, instinctively hoard objects. They shun sports, they love to go shopping. Why would this simple observation come as a surprise, unless we had all been brainwashed into believing that boys love objects, and girls love people. It’s hokum. But it’s dangerous hokum! It’s how they lured us out of the forest, and into the factory.

Sandra Witelson proposes that the brain is a mosaic of areas, that may respond to sex hormones, at various times during early development…Typical male or female hormone levels, would produce a typical male or female brain… but unusual levels of sex hormones, at any given time, may switch the development of susceptible brain areas. This could cause different areas in the same brain to undergo different sexual orientation. You might have a female sexual preference, with male emotional wiring, or vice versa. Receiving the exact amount of hormones, at the exact times is the critical factor.

Says Witelson: Depending on levels of timing, sex hormones could influence handedness, sexual orientation, emotional composition, or other characteristics. Researchers suspect that an excess of testosterone before birth, (secreted by the mother’s undescended testes) enables the right hemisphere to dominate the brain, resulting in left-handedness.

Moir and Jessel admitted in their book, Brain Sex, that they were baffled by the revelation that lesbians are four times more likely, to be left-handed, than straight women. Isn’t it obvious? Take the blinders off. The right brain is male. An overload of testosterone in the womb produces left handedness, which is right brainedness.

Say Moir and Jessel, men of all ages have a higher threshold of anger and frustration. This, they claim, is a result of less structured thinking, planning, expectations. Men don’t get angry or frustrated as easily as women, because nothing in the right brain makes logical sense anyway, so why would the world be logical, or predictable. Men are the creative unit. Creativity is born of chaos – free association, relationship – right brain work.

Men apply for ninety-nine percent of all patents. Say Moir and Jessel: genius may have a lot to do with the greater male facility for single-mindedness – separation of the brain spheres. We men can stay in our right brain, our intuitive brain, for lengthy periods of time, as long as no one jerks us out of it, by asking us where we put Bobby’s muddy shoes. Talking is a form of mental abuse – violence – perpetrated day in and day out, against men, by women. Thoughtless women, who are oblivious to the arrogance and the aggression of their nonstop talking.

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Male homo sapiens has the longest, thickest erect penis of the one hundred and ninety two species of apes… Women are the reproductive unit of the species, but men are the creative unit of the species. The human male has a giant brain, and a giant penis; they are both a liability and an asset. Men stick around to raise the kids, and will work like slaves, as long as they’re getting laid. Women control male energy with sex. That’s the biological game we’re playing here, folks. Men who are not getting laid, are not going to stick around and pay the bills, and I don’t care what modern divorce law says.

The duration of modern childhood has become an oppression of men. The son who used to be available to help dad cut wood, and catch food, is still in school for fifteen more years! It is a genuine outrage that we have arrived at the societal consensus, that the purpose of a man’s life, is to pay other people to raise his kids. He’ll do it… as long as he’s getting enough sex. Take that away, and American culture is left peeing on its foot. We’ll go back to being stags, working two hours a day, screwing who we want, and let somebody else pay the bills.

Human males are biologically evolved to crave sex – that’s what keeps the nuclear family together. It’s the price we pay for keeping our kids in schools for 25 years, instead of having them begin doing some productive activity, starting at age 12. No amount of feminist politicking, is going to change this. Condition men to crave sex less, and they’re not going to stick around. Refuse to give them sex, and they’re not going to stick around. It’s biology at work.

Another sow in a tuxedo, is female promiscuity. The real reason human females are sexually active all year long, is that they are biologically driven to expand the gene pool – that means have sex with men, other than their workhorse husbands. Elk only have to watch over their women a month or so in fall, to ensure their genes disseminate. Human males have to watch over their women, all year long. We can’t do it. Women are not naturally faithful creatures, and it is a travesty to acculturate men, with the notion, that if they are good to their wives, their wives will be faithful to them. That’s extremely unlikely.

A DNA study, done in a block of English row houses, revealed that one out of three children, could NOT have been the biological issue, of their alleged fathers. Face it men. Women screw around. Even if you treat ‘em right they screw around. It’s not your fault. You don’t have to bear the shame in silence and isolation – thinking it’s only you – torturing yourself with desperate imaginings, that if you had just done this, or said that, she wouldn’t have dropped her panties for someone else. Cowshit. She STILL wouldda done it. Women are not loyal creatures and the sooner men learn that the more bearable life becomes.

Now hear this: you need not be shamed by your wife’s infidelity. It’s not YOU, it’s HER. It’s HER problem. HER nature. Cement a good relationship with your kids, keep some cash socked away in an account she doesn’t know about, and expect that someday your wife will run off to “find herself” – move to the Rockies, or shack up with a Rastafarian beach bum. If you’re prepared for it, you can survive it. If you’re blind-sided, like most of us, it becomes an emotional disaster. She’ll still claim monetary support from you, but you’ll no longer be entitled to any kind of emotional support from her. Divorce is a tsunami for men, because we don’t see it coming. We don’t plan for it. Women are clever; women are two-faced. The closer they get to divorce, the smoother things will appear to be running, because they’re making plans behind your back. Be ready. And remember, her infidelity is NOT your fault. Not your shame. Shame on her, for being so shallow and duplicitous.

[kookaburra]

OK… Quickly… some more biological differences:

Men are attracted by visual sex stimuli; that’s why women dress pretty; that’s why the biggest consumers of pornographic books and videos are men.

Women are primarily stimulated by aural, A_U_R_A_L sex stimuli; they’re turned on through their ears; that’s why they scream and cream over musicians; that’s why singers and jive talkers get laid, more than you do.

The kidneys and liver also display sexual differences affecting enzyme production for metabolism of various drugs, steroids and toxins.

Also, body metabolisms work differently in the sexes. Generally women gain weight more easily than men, but they also have the ability to process fat (lose weight) more efficiently, and safely than men… until older age, when they fight a harder battle with obesity. The mature woman carries about twice as much fat per pound as a man, but a man carries 1.5 times more muscle and bone.

Due to the female hormone, estrogen, which works to keep women’s bodies in peak childbearing condition, women have certain built-in health advantages – including more pliable blood vessels, to accommodate more blood, during pregnancy. This reduces the risk of arteriosclerosis, hardening of the arteries. After menopause, estrogen production drops off, but only slowly do the blood vessels become more rigid. This is one of the main reasons why women have half as much coronary disease as men.

Women spend 40% more days sick in bed, but live 10% longer than men.

Males under 50 are more likely to suffer from allergies and hiccups.

Boys are three times as likely to be nearsighted, dyslexic, or left handed.

Females appear to have a better sense of smell, and seem to be more sensitive to taste and touch. That’s why they wash the bed sheets when they’re still clean. That’s why they like to be stroked while they’re munching chocolate.

Females hear higher-pitched sounds, and suffer less hearing loss than men. They move sounds into words easier. That’s why the current educational system, with its reliance on lectures, greatly favors females. A patriarchal system of education, would require students and teachers to DO things together.

Women have more visual acuity in low-light conditions, and, curiously, they seem to have a special sensitivity to the color red. Women have wider peripheral vision (like a deer) because they have more of the receptor rods and cones behind the retina.

Men have more visual acuity in normal, or daylight, conditions, and (like a lion) their vision concentrates on depth perception. Males are quicker to identify a figure, or figures, in depth using a process called “binocular fusion”, which is carried out by the visual cortex of the brain. That’s why men are better drivers.

Women have a genetic edge in combating certain illnesses. X-linked immunoregulatory genes, give women a clear advantage in resisting infectious diseases. Five immunoglobulin deficiency diseases, occur solely in males, indicating these disorders probably arise from mutant genes, on the single exposed X chromosome. Lymphoma and leukemia are associated with low antibody production.

On the other hand, women are more susceptible to autoimmune disorders, which involve formation of antibodies against the tissues of one’s own body.

Women are more prone to contracting rheumatoid arthritis.

Males have proportionally more red blood cells, and more hemoglobin. This certainly has something to do with better endurance, in sport and war.

Men get more gout, ulcers and cirrhosis of the liver.

Women are generally found to be more anxious, and less jocular than men, say Moir and Jessel.

Men have twice as many fantasies as women. That’s the right brain at work again.

Age has an unequal impact on men and women. Men lose brain cells three times faster in old age. As men age, the corpus callosum withers, decreasing communication between both spheres of the brain. Responding to language – chatter – requires an obnoxious, annoying amount of mental effort, especially if the old guy is approached in a moment of right brain reverie. That’s why grandpa never listens to grandma, and why grandma is always yelling at him to pay attention. She thinks he’s deaf, but he’s just off in a different part of his brain. Old age becomes a war of the sexes to see whose brain content is going to dominate the home front. Sadly, if grandpa is not permitted to build a teepee of his own, out behind the chicken coop, he will be trampled by an invading army of words. He waves the white flag, and sets up camp by that lake, inside his mind, that he remembers from when he was a boy. It’s one of the forgotten jobs of this society to protect old men from the cheekiness of old women.
More than 52% of all managers are women, and less than 1% of roofers, carpenters and house painters are women. Women gravitate toward bean-counting and manipulating other people. Men gravitate toward jobs which require a lot of action, and not much talking. This is not the “patriarchy” at work, this is deep biology.

The French psychologist Jean Piaget wrote, that he did not find a single girls’ game that has as elaborate an organization of rules, as the boys’ game, of marbles. Boys launch into incredible rounds of discussion to set rules of fair play, that don’t even enter girls’ minds. Girls do not play by rules, and that is what boys resent. When two people make a pact to be monogamous, one of them can’t merely rationalize away an affair – a violation of the rules – the way women seem to do. Given the assumption that you are unhappy, does not lead to the conclusion that you need to fuck some other guy. By boys’ sandlot standards, girls are not honorable.

To wrap up Chapter One:

The biological and physiological differences between men and women are vast. Hormonal influence is prodigious. A man is literally made by hormones.

Men have greater overall brain capacity than women, particularly right brain capacity – which is the intuitive, creative side of the brain.

Homosexuality can, at last, be accepted for what it is – a biological phenomenon.

But most of all, we need to appreciate the significance of the fact, that the brain is a sex gland. Considering that, except for the fleeting presence, of minute amounts, of a handful of hormones, we would all be born female, it is clear that the drive of the human species to differentiate sexes, has deep biological importance, and implications. Men are not genetic accidents, not a roll of the chromosomal dice. Men do not just happen. Men are not born. Men are made.

[bird]

That’s all she wrote. We’ll be back.

[RG voice] But not right away.

Give those upcoming reruns a listen. There’s still a lot a good ideas in them.

[RG voice] They’ve been reedited and reissued at higher bit rates for better sound quality

We could make a hundred more podcasts just by reading excerpts from my books.

[RG voice] But why bother. It’s easier on everyone if you just go to amazon.com, and get the books.

Convince your local library to order them, that way other guys can have a look at ‘em too. What Men Know That Women Don’t, The Corporate Cult and Your Brain is Not Your Own, by Rich Zubaty.

[RG voice] Go to therudeguy.com for the archives of all the podcasts. And check out the oil paintings, DVDs and more free stuff at happyfool.orG.

[RV voice] happyfool.orG

Be good to yourself. And remember what Hillel said:

If I am not for myself, who will be for me?
[RG voice: If I am only for myself, what am I?]

[both voices] AAAHHHhhhhhhhh_____

This is the Rude Guy. Assassin of ignorance. Corncob up the ass of pretentious people. Leo Tolstoy of podcasting. Welcoming you to the Reality Cult. The show with something to offend everybody. The show where we believe, as Rumi said: that everyone who is calm and sensible is insane. The show that’s about ideas. Not news items, not gossip, not opinions. Ideas.

[RZ voice] I’m still in that noisy Mexican town, as you will no doubt hear. I asked my neighbor, Bernardo, the guy with the power saws and planers and carpentry shop, to give me two hours of quiet from 7 to 9 am SUNDAY morning, which is right now, so I can record this show. He’s the one who I paid to build the canvas stretcher for my new painting, The Herd. So, since I’m an occasional client of his, perhaps he’ll respect my wishes. I’m getting better at this. Living in this noisy hell. Now if I could only poison all the dogs. Or maybe poison the owners of the dogs, who won’t shut them up, when they’re barking to raise the dead, every night at 3 am. What’s the point of training dogs to bark when burglars come, if they’re barking all night long anyway?

[RG voice: ugh or wretch]

And why do I call myself the Leo Tolstoy of podcasting? Because this is how Tolstoy wrote.

[bird squawk, or gulls]

A black parrot squawks in a palm tree. It’s cool, cause the morning sun is still hidden behind the cliff. The high tide swishes and hisses in the cove next to the concrete pier in the small harbor. Weary fishermen goose their outboards and plow their boats high up, onto the sand, where local women rush toward the boat, while it’s still rocketing up onto the beach, and swarm over it, grabbing fish off the floorboards. Mysteriously, I never see any money change hands, but I know these women will catch a ride on a truck and sell the fish in the big Monday market, in the city.

Frigate birds wheel overhead. An Indian woman rushes by with a cell phone slapped to her ear, her other hand holding up one side of a huge plastic tub, full of fish. Taking phone orders. Strangely, there are no radios blasting. Just calm Indian voices, muffled by the waves. Teenage girls weave through the crowd, selling ice cream cups and pineapple turnovers. A baby shrieks. A truck horn bleats.

It’s a very high tide today, and sometimes huge Pacific rollers, break around the point, and toss the fishing boats, like toys in a tub. One guy is gutting a fish that’s still slapping its tail. A woman grabs it, and holds it still for him. And slowly comes the sun, tracing palm leaf shadows, across the sand, baking off the stinking fish slime, evaporating into another bright hot day.

[bird gull]

[RZ voice] I’m sitting in the shade of the wall by the local “naval base” – the naval base that has no boat of any kind. I’m waiting for the fruit and vegetable store – Frutas y Verduras – to get a delivery. I’m dieting. Heavy dieting. I eat NOthing of what I like, and as much as I want, of whatever I DON’t like; these days mostly grapefruit and spinach. I’m a vegan junkie, hanging out on the dusty street outside the store, scratching my arms, waiting for my veggie connection. I yell inside:

“Got any grapefruit?”

“No.”

“Spinach?”

“No.”

“NO! You GOTTA be KIDDING!”

“Maybe in an hour.”

“An hour!… Jesus…OK, OK, I’ll wait.” I go next door to the internet place to check emails, kill some time.

After I’ve eaten a grapefruit I calm down a bit. Go sit on the steps of my friend Reina’s store. What I like about Mexico, there’s a little store on every little street. You can always get milk and onions and noodles right there, outside your front door, a minute away, and no driving. Had a forbidden taco offered me by Reina’s 93-year-old antie. A rare lapse in my dieting regimen, but I didn’t want to turn the old woman down. Tia, antie, has crinkled brown Indian skin, and an eNORmous hooked beak of a nose. Like a toucan almost. But it only looks like a beak because she hasn’t had any teeth for 30 years, and her mouth funnels into her face in a crinkled brown whirlpool, making her nose look enormous. Tough old bird. She finally stopped smoking… 20 years ago, at the age of seventy. There’s hope for me yet. I stopped two years ago. And felt so shitty for two years straight I decided I might as well have some good reason for feeling shitty. So I stopped eating too.

Lost 25 pounds in five weeks. Best thing about not eating is my knee pains have gone away, and my heartbeat has slowed from 78 to a steady 60. I felt crappy when I stopped drinking, wretched when I stopped smoking, but I feel GREAT not eating. Never would have guessed it.

[bird, gulls]

OK, maybe that isn’t really like Tolstoy.

[RG voice:] Yeah, but it started OUT like him.

Yeah, simple descriptions. That’s who Hemingway learned to write from. BUT… unlike Ernest Hemingway… Leo Tolstoy and I… are both DEEP believers. Our faith is awesome. It has no bounds.

That said, I have one original idea, a SPIRitual idea, I want to record, before we go into the The Rude Guy Podcast reruns, which will start this summer, and post on the web every couple of weeks. My original idea, like most original ideas, is patched together from other people’s discoveries. The same way Thomas Edison worked. It goes like this:

The more we focus our consciousness on the Supreme Consciousness, the more present IT becomes in this world. Another way to put it is: the more we think about God, the more real He becomes.

And I don’t mean that metaphorically, I mean the more we pray, the more really real God becomes in this world. Sounds like the ravings of a medieval monk huh? Actually it’s built on the back of the ravings of Quantum Physics. The more we think about God, the more real he becomes.

Let me give you a couple examples.

There’s a movie called Down the Rabbit Hole, which is the best movie ever made. It’s PREquel was called, What the Bleep do we Know? That movie was pretty awful. Mostly the ravings of a cigar smoking, drunk, hermaphrodite named Ramtha, telling us how we are all addicted to our emotions, and that when we get over that problem, we become gods. Like him/slash/her. Completely awful. Send this goon to A.A. Ego driven psychic crap. However… the sequel, Down the Rabbit Hole, had real interviews with real scientists and, wonderful animated demonstrations, that did a better job of teaching about the mysteries of life, than any other movie I’ve ever seen.

But I digress.

In both movies there’s a scene where the beautiful red-haired girl, is standing facing us. Behind her is a basketball court. And on the court, hundreds of ghostly basketballs are bouncing at the same time.

But… when the woman turns around, and faces the court… all the balls disappear, except one. And that one ball is no longer ghostly, but very solid looking. When she turns back to face us, a hundred ghostly balls start bouncing again, and the solid one disappears.

This is a GREAT illustration of the quantum probability functions, that comprise our universe. Those basketballs are meant to represent photons or electrons. The basic minimum measurable sizes of, the wads of energy, that make up this universe. When she’s not observing them, those balls, those electrons POTENTIALLY exist on all parts of the court. But when she actually LOOKS at them, the probability function collapses, and only ONE ball exists, in one place, at one time. But it really really exists there. It’s not a ghostly probability.

So think of the Supreme Consciousness. It’s everywhere in the universe in everything, as a potentiality. A potential presence everywhere. But it’s not really really present, until we pray to it, meditate on it. Focus our attention on it. OBSERVE IT.

The instant I close my eyes and throw myself at God, he throws himself back at me. I feel the connection instantly. The probability wave has collapsed, and I can FEEL his presence. I am absolutely certain most people, if not all people, who try this, get that same feedback. That feeling of connection.

Now here’s what used to drive me crazy. I was brought up believing that God WANTS us to pray to Him. That he NEEDS us to pray to Him. NEEDS US to pray to him? The biggest, baddest entity in all creation gives a shit, if Rich Zubaty notices him or not. Didn’t make any sense to me.

Until the quantum lightbulb went off in my brain, and I thought yeah!. If the more we think about God, focus on God, pray to God, the more actually PRESENT in this world he beCOMES. Then maybe that’s the whole reason we conscious beings exist. To think about God. To make God more present.

Plenty of religions believe that the best way to spend our life, is to think about God, all day long. Why? It makes HIM present. That’s why monks are admired, all over the world. They don’t get married and go to work for their wives so they can get laid. They pray to God, for ALL of us, all day long. While WE’re humping at the salt mines, they’re praying. Buddhist, Christian, Hindu, Moslem. Same everywhere. Monks make God more present. And people realize it. And toss ‘em a few pennies.

[RG voice] But there’s more.

There’s the famous two slit experiment. More proof, of this seemingly insane notion, that the more we think about God, the more real he becomes.

Scientists set up a piece of cardboard, with two parallel slits in it. They shot photons at the slits. On a wall behind the cardboard, a wave pattern was formed, darkish and lightish, and darkish and lightish. What’s called an interference pattern. Kind of odd, but no big deal. Maybe the light waves were getting bent or something.

BUT… when the scientists decided to OBSERVE HOW the photons went through the slits, to create this wave pattern, something really really bizarre happened. The photons STOPPed making a wave pattern, and STARTed appearing on the wall as particles. They registered on the wall, directly behind each slit as… entirely light. And left the areas on the wall on the sides of each slit, entirely dark. Dark or light. Off/on. No interference pattern… Particles not waves.

[RG voice] How the hell could that be?

Didn’t make any sense at all.

And mind bogglingly, when the scientists stopped observing the photons, they went right back to making waves.

[RG voice: incroyable]

RZ voice: incredible

In our day-to-day world of Newtonian physics, this makes no sense at all. Watch the thing, and it appears as a particle. Ignore it, and it appears as a wave.

Said the physicist Werner Heisenberg: Atoms are not things, they are only tendencies.

[RG voice:] Atoms are not things, they are only tendencies.

And… there’s more. Sometimes, the observed particles have actually been observed, existing in TWO places at once. Not two particles. One particle, in two places at the same time.

Kinda like when me and The Rude Guy… talk at the same time.

[RG voice] Talk at the same time… And there’s more.

When the scientists linked their observation device, to a random event generator, so no one could know, in advance, whether the photons were going to be observed or not, the photons NEVER FAILED to get it right. Being watched, particle. Not being watched, wave.

[RG voice:] What does that mean?

It means that they could literally SEE into the future. Little tiny photons. Little tiny electrons. Could SEE the future. Could tell if they were going to be observed as particles, or waves, and adjusted themselves accordingly. Like they knew to get dressed up, either to go to church or to work on the car, before they knew where they were going.

How far into the future could they see? A thousandth of a second? Five years? Five billion years? Another fabulous mystery. No one knows.

There’s another fascinating part of the film, Down the Rabbit Hole, where a neuroscientist says: everyone knows, if you touch a hot stove, your brain receives a neuro-transmission, and instantly gives an order to your muscles, to yank your finger back, away from the heat. Scientists wanted to find out how LONG it took for the neuro-transmission to travel, from the hot finger, through the nervous system of the arm, to the place in the brain, that would order the hand to pull back.

So… they attached sensors to someone’s finger, and to the spot in their brain where the stimulus was known to be headed. Then the subject touched the stove. And something absolutely astounding was recorded.

It turns out, that the sensor in the brain recorded the pain message, beFORE the neuro-transmission arrived from the finger. The brain started sending the message to yank the finger, beFORE the nervous system had let it know that the finger was getting burned.

[RG voice] How in God’s name could that happen?

Only one way. The brain could see into the future. Like a stupid little electron. Now… when you put it that way, it doesn’t seem that remarkable, does it? Our conscious human brain is as visionary as a lowly electron… as able to see into the future as any one of the trillions of electrons, that the brain is MADE of.

And here’s another important part of that. The brain could NOT FOREsee the burn coming, and avoid it. Oh no. The burn had to happen. The brain was only capable of seeing an event, in the future, that actually HAPpened. Then it could respond faster than normal neural responses could physically respond.

[RG voice] Our perception of time is about as adequate as a tuna’s perception of algebra.

But back to the original point, when we look for God he looks for us. When we think about God, throw our consciousness right in his face, HE becomes more present in this world. The more we think about Pure Consciousness, the more alive it becomes in our world. And the more times I say it, the more obvious it seems to be. Consciousness breeds consciousness. Consciousness FEEDS consciousness. That’s really what the universe is made of. Consciousness.

[bird or cosmic echo]

Then… the film… Down the Rabbit Hole, goes on to make a big deal about how, IF we change our thoughts, we can change our feelings. We accomplish this by changing the protein peptides that bathe our cells.

Fair enough. Good science. I think there’s something to that. Something we can all use. Change our thinking, and we can literally change our body chemistry.

But then these BLEEPS [make sonic bleep] go on to say that they are THEREby, creating their world. Creating their world. Psychic cowshit. No ladies and gentlemen. By changing your peptides you are creating your REACTION, to your world. The world is still the world. When the red-haired girl looks at the basketball court, the probability field, she does not create the basketball where she wants it to be. She finds it, where it is. She is not creating her world. She is FINDing her world.

There’s an important distinction to be made here. I believe that focusing on God brings him into the world. I believe that consciousness feeds consciousness.

I do not believe that by making myself feel happier, I am creating a different world. I’m just changing MY attitude, making myself feel a little happier… less depressed by war and pain and disaster. Less motivated, less driven, to do ANYthing, to alleviate suffering and injustice. Fact is, ladies and gentlemen, changing your peptides might make YOU feel better, but don’t kid yourself. It’s not much use to the cosmos, and may even take you farther from God. Was Jesus having a nice time when he was getting nailed to the cross? Were his peptides vibrating with joy?

As George Bernard Shaw said: reasonable men adjust themselves to fit the world. Unreasonable men adjust the world to fit them. Therefore, the only social progress we ever make, comes from UNreasonable men.

[RG voice:] ha ha ha, Righto.

I took up this issue of feelings versus spiritual growth, psychic versus spiritual phenomena, in depth, in Podcast number 36. Might be worthwhile to revisit that one. Podcast 36

And here’s something else to ponder… all this emotional self improvement we wish to enjoy is accomplished by thoughts. But. What are thoughts? What are thoughts made of? We don’t know. Another way to put it is: Who is the observer? Who, or what, is the thing inside us, that’s watching this world? What are thoughts made of? Who is the observer? We don’t know.

Science has looked everywhere in the brain, and cannot find the observer. Cannot find the us, that we call us. The me, that I call me. We don’t know where it is. We don’t know where thoughts are located. Where consciousness is located. Where memory is stored. Are there invisible energy fields that surround us, and suffuse us… that somehow serve as a container for our consciousness? We don’t know. Does our consciousness outlast death. We don’t know. Where is memory? We don’t know. Yet we ALL have an observer, who is us. We all have a consciousness that is us. We all have our memories.

[bird]

Here’s another important point. Really important to me. Philosophers for centuries have been telling us there is no free will. That’s as far as reason takes them. They are not capable of seeing invisible worlds, photons or peptides… and that’s as far as their best thinking goes. No free will. And have another brewski.

[buzzer or gong]

Well here’s one for them. It’s called Logic. Something they KNOW about. It goes like this:

1) It is not possible to be a philosopher in the modern world, without completely understanding quantum physics.

2) It is not possible for ANYone to completely understand quantum physics.

3) Therefore, it is not possible to be a philosopher, in the modern world.

Logic.

Here’s the facts Jack.

[RG voice] Here’s the scene Irene.

The quantum world does not merely ALLOW for free will. It deMANDS it.

[RG VOICE] The quantum world does not merely ALLOW for free will. It deMANDS free will.

This is really simple to understand. According to quantum physics, if we do not make the conscious choice to observe our universe, our universe does not exist.

[RG voice] If we do not make the conscious choice to observe our universe, our universe does not exist.

We have to choose to observe the photon, and then that photon becomes a particle in our world… present in our world. We have to choose to think about God, and God becomes present in our world. We have to dissolve ourselves in Pure Consciousness, and then Pure Consciousness dissolves, ITself, in us. When we look at IT, IT looks at us. We are both in the process of becoming, by the same action, in the same moment.

As Meister Eckhart said: the eye we see God with, is the same eye he sees US with. Consiousness breeds consiousness.

[bird]

And just in case you think we’re just discovering all this stuff now, listen to this. A reading from one of the Upanishads, the 4000 year-old-Hindu holy book, titled Kena.

Quote: That which cannot be expressed in words, but by which the tongue speaks – know that to be Brahman. Brahman, is not the being, who is worshipped by men.

[RG voice] That which is not comprehended by the mind, but by which the mind comprehends – know that to be Brahman. Brahman, is not the being, who is worshipped by men.

That which is not heard by the ear, but by which the ear hears – know that to be Brahman. Brahman, is not the being, who is worshipped by men.

[RG voice] That which is not drawn by the breath, but by which the breath draws – know that to be Brahman. Brahman is not the being, who is worshipped by men.

What you think to be Brahman in your self, or in the gods – that is not Brahman. Unquote.

Are you listening Ramtha?

[RG voice] I doubt it.

[bird]

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Ahhhh, feels a little better already

[RZ voice] Bugama bugama bugama… AAAUUUmmmmm…..

[RG voice] This is the Rude Guy, the Machiavellian meat grinder. Welcoming you to the show where we make pork sausage out of politicians. The show where we find no reason whatsoever, to be polite and respectful, to liars and murderers, no matter WHO their dad is, or how charming and well-meaning they are. Because… as soon as you start talking THEIR talk, according to THEIR rules, the assholes, OWN you. [/RG voice]

I’m still in that noisy Mexican town, so some chickens and dogs and busted mufflers will probably bleep through onto this recording. I have no windows, and the noise here NEVER ever stops, so there’s nothing I can do about it.

[rooster]

This show is gonna be a book report, on Naomi Klein’s world-changing book: The Shock Doctrine, the Rise of Disaster Capitalism

Everything Americans have been told for the past 50 years has been a lie. Every news story, every academic analysis, every Hollywood movie, has been a lie… a diversion from what’s REALLY happening.

What’s REALLY happening is that the United States of America has developed the most MURderous economic system every contrived by man. We call it the free market. But we should probably call it, shooting peasants for profit. Our market is not free. It’s paid for in blood and murder and mutilated babies.

This free market we worship, University of Chicago professor Milton Friedman’s “free market”, does not exist in the real world, and can NEVER exist in the real world. It’s a fantasy, used by huge corporations to rob the planet. The “free market” is a phantasm. The free market CANNOT exist, except as a totality. Everyone on earth has to be IN the free market, or it won’t work. No half measures.

So…armed with this fractured fairytale, our corporations sallied forth, across the planet, to bring EVERYone on board. Everyone on earth is a prospective worker and consumer of their free market goods and services. EVERYONE. From the jungles of Malaysia to Hong Kong sweatshops to the hidden valleys in the Andes. EVERYONE!

We announced to the world we wanted to eliminate poverty. We sent our economists into poor countries to quote “cure inflation”… then we robbed the people of their natural resources and snuck privatization in, under the fence. We destroyed the economies and murdered hundreds of thousands of people in Brazil, Argentina, Chile, Bolivia, Nigeria, and many other countries. All in the name of… eliminating poverty.

Our corporations smashed democracies around the world so they would not have to deal with requests from the local people for clean water and decent food and shelter and wages, while they robbed the wealth from under their feet. Slimy bastards.

[donkey]

Sez Naomi Klein… Washington has always regarded democratic socialism as a greater threat than totalitarian communism. Corporate Capitalists would rather do deals with a dictatorship, than a democracy, any day. That’s the dirty little secret behind the Chinese economic explosion. It’s corporate communism. Vast freedoms for investors, but total control of workers and wages. Every capitalist’s dream.

Free market capitalism is an abstract idea. It cannot work unless human greed is eliminated from the planet. As long as there are greedy people, corporate capitalism cannot work. So guess what? Corporate capitalism canNOT work.

Capitalism was not invented. It’s a practice as old as trading fish for bananas. You have fish, I have bananas, we trade, we’re both happy. Everyone’s equal… until one guy gets greedy and hires gunslingers and takes over everything. We call economic imperialism: ownership of property.

Now hear this… there can never be a free market as long as there is ownership of property. Wanna own things?… Then you want government-sponsored contract law, and armed enforcement of contracts by government police, which restrict the FREE exchange of commodities, in order to keep prices up… so some people are made rich… and other people, are made poor.

What if some rich guy “owns” an empty lot on my street? It’s just sitting there. He’s not using it for anything. In a TRULY free market, I could move onto it, and build myself a shack. But oh NO! Not in the ownership society. I’ll be arrested and beat up by cops if I so much as put up a tent on that guy’s empty lot.

There’s nothing free about the free market. It’s a game rigged for rich people and their corporations, by charming political ass kissers, and enforced by gun-toting cops.

[donkey]

Moreover… While our corporations were robbing the planet, and calling it eliminating poverty – their OWN poverty I guess – we, in America, snorted down our noses at the South American dictatorships. Bunch of corrupt bastards, we said, without it EVER occurring to us that it was OUR CIA, who created these corrupt bastards in the first place… who arranged the military coups against the so-called communists – a communist being anyone, any democratically elected leader, who didn’t want our corporations running HIS country. Then, after we murdered the opposition, we sent in our Friedmaniac economists to completely remake their economies. SLASH aid for the poor. Open their borders to foreign capital invasions. Sell off public assets. And the corrupt generals went along with us, because we gave them “loans”, that they socked away in numbered Swiss accounts. And the ones who didn’t go along, we assassinated. Like Allende in Chile and Arbenz in Guatemala and Torrijos in Panama, and many others.

Our corporate-sponsored government, our corporatocracy, corRUPted the very people we SCORNed, for being corrupt.

And… just like they lied to us about weapons of mass destruction in Iraq, they lied to us about “foreign aid” and “third world development” and “economic miracles” and all the other phony platitudes they used to sell us free markets.

They’re feeding us poison, and calling it candy.

[kookaburra]

Not only are the free market and democracy NOT the same thing. Not only do they NOT go hand in hand. They are polar opposites. The more free market you have, the less democracy. The more democracy, the less free market. The standard method of introducing free markets into a country, is to smash democracy and grind it under jackboots.

According to Naomi Klein, the disaster capitalism story repeats itself over and over again, in country after country. She has named it economic shock therapy. Here’s how it works.

First, the globalists create a crisis…massive inflation. Right wing military coup. Some kinda crisis. Then they suspend democracy. Then they apply free market REFORMS, which always include privatizing public assets. Stealing public property and selling it to corporations.

Here’s a rundown of some the countries we WONderful Americans did this to.

Chile; 1973; After 160 years of peaceful democratic rule, the CIA organized a coup, to overthrow, democratically elected, Leader Salvador Allende; 3200 people killed, 80,000 imprisoned, 200,000 fled the country. After one year, under Milton Friedman’s free market economics, the inflation rate was 375% per year. Local businesses closed, unable to compete with cheap imports. Unemployment hit record levels, from 3 % under Allende, to 20% under Pinochet, and hunger became rampant. But corporate capitalists prospered insanely, prompting economists to hail this as, “Chile’s economic miracle.” It was a preposterous lie. Pure propaganda. By the mid eighties manufacturing had reached its lowest level since WW II.

The one thing that prevented the complete collapse of Chile, was socialism. Codelco, the state owned copper mine, generated 85% of Chile’s export revenues. And this is what the conservative fucks called “Chile’s free market miracle”. Socialism paid the bills. Socialism to the rescue.

But the rest of the economy was in ruins, and by 1988, 45% of Chileans were living under the poverty line. However, the richest TEN per cent had become 83% richer. That’s an economic miracle? No my friends, that’s corporatism. That’s bogus statistics enlarged into a media-propagated lie.

Argentina 1976, same story. First kick out the democratic socialists, with a Henry Kissinger-inspired military coup: 10,000 people DISappeared forever… MURDERed. A hundred thousand put in prison. Within one year of imposing free market economics, wages were 40% of their previous level. In the 1980’s inflation was 200% per year, and restaurants in Buenos Aires were using bank notes for wallpaper, because it was cheaper than buying regular paper. In all 700,000 workers were fired from their jobs.

In neighboring Bolivia, overnight, tens of thousands of labor leaders were kidnapped and taken to jungle camps. National resources were sold off to foreign corporations, including the rain that falls out of the fucking sky. The Bolivians were told it was ILLEgal to collect rain water. And this is called free market capitalism? They want machine gun-toting soldiers to enforce insane laws that you cannot collect rainwater, and call that a free market?

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The Bolivian unemployment rate hit 30 % and the state mining corporation fired 22,000 workers. Three years into the program real wages were down 70% and campesinos were earning $140 a YEAR.

Free market capitalism goes hand in hand with pain, suffering and death for the common people, no matter what country they live in.

Free market capitalism is an inherently murderous system. Milton Friedman has the blood of millions of people on his hands. Starved babies. Miners working 70 hour weeks, for poverty wages. Peasants driven off their land for “structural adjustment” – which involves mowing down subsistence farms and setting up agribusinesses, which flourish and wither according to global economic boom and bust cycles, and take the local people along with it. It’s economic slavery. This year there’s food. Next year coffee or banana sales collapse, so there’s NO food. Never used to be a problem when people grew their OWN food. But everyone’s working on Maggie’s farm anymore.

Poland… kicked out the Soviet Union, and was inundated with Friedmaniacs. Polish workers had fought and gone to jail to create a WORKer’s state, where the workers controlled their factories, rather than having them micromanaged from Moscow. One of their revolutionary heroes said: I spent 8 years in prison for Solidarity, I would not have spent one week there for capitalism.

60% of the Polish people OPPOSED privatization of industry.

But with a boot from the Economic Hitmen, privatize they did. In 1989 15% of Poland’s people were living below the poverty line. In 2003, 59% were. The Polish are the Mexicans of Europe, running all over the place trying to get work. When I was in Cambridge England last year, I had as much chance of hearing Polish spoken, as English. In England! Like Spanish in Los Angeles.

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But the iconic free market revolution occured in….ta taaa [RG voice]… China. Communist China. In 1989 there was a raging democracy movement in China, culminating with the massacre at Tiananmen Square. 7000 dead, 40,000 arrested. Mostly factory workers. And what happened next? NOT democracy. Just good ole free market capitalism, shoved down the workers throats. No unions. No workplace safety. Just lots and lots of factories belching black smoke. And today China has the most COMPETITIVE manufacturing plants on the planet. The perfect capitalist country… is COMMUNIST. Ha ha ha. [RG voice too]

After the Tiananmen Square crackdown, the free market possibilities were endless, because democracy had been murdered. The more free market, the less democracy. Always.

Orville Schell, a China scholar, wrote, that after Tiananmen Square, Deng Xiao-ping said, in effect: we will not stop economic reform… but we will halt all political reform. We’ll have free markets… but NO democracy. And of course, it’s ridiculous to call markets free, if the people IN them are NOT free. Corporate communism. The Chinese way. All done according to instructions given during visits by Milton Friedman to Beijing. For real. Milton Friedman advised communist China. What an asshole.

Same thing in South Africa. The Blacks finally take over. They need to get the economy moving, because the departing whites have stolen almost everything of value. They need loans. They can GET them, from the World Bank and International Monetary Fund, but they have to accept, you guessed it: economic shock therapy. Since 1994, since the day the blacks took power, the number of people living on one dollar a day or less, has doubled, from one million to two million. And one million people have been evicted from their farms.

Let’s not forget Russia. Boris Yeltsin, alcoholic patsy of western corporations, oversaw the vast privatizations and cowboy capitalism, that afflicted Russia, after communism’s collapse. The average Russian consumed 40% less in 1992 under capitalism, than he had in 1991, under communism. One third of the people fell under the poverty line. Russians were shooting moose and reindeer and dogs, to survive free market capitalism. They HATED unrestrained, free market capitalism. The Russian mafia pretty much took over running the country, with their money and thugs.

So, fed up, the people, i.e. democracy, voted Yeltsin OUT. But he WOULDN’T LEAVE. He burned down their parliament building, and sent tanks and soldiers into Moscow. 500 dead and thousands imprisoned. The most violence Moscow had seen since the Bolshevik Revolution in 1917. And who did President Bill Clinton line up behind? The Russian people? Russian democracy? Russia’s free elections? No. Deposed asshole, Boris Yeltsin. Got our Congress to loan him 2.5 billion dollars. So… Fuck democracy. Fuck the popular vote to remove Yeltsin. Give em the free market, or kill em tryin’.

In Russia, the Putin era, is seen as a backlash against Yeltsin’s shock therapy capitalism.

Remember that mess in Yugoslavia? The only crime Slobodan Milosevic ever committed, was saying fuck you, loud and clear, to Citibank and McDonalds and Enron, and the rest of our corporations. What he asserted, quite simply, was that Yugoslavia, would be run, by Yugoslavians, not by Americans. Not by American banks or American corporations. So, our CIA went into neighboring Albania, and armed Albanian Muslims, to go across the border into Serbia, and kill people. When Milosevic went after them, Bill Clinton, who was about to be impeached for getting a blow job, gave the go-ahead to bomb Kosovo, so all those big, military contractor/slash/Senate campaign donors, could make some big bucks really fast, by shooting off cruise missiles at a million bucks a pop. So Bill gets off the impeachment hook, and they get their nasty, profitable little war. That was the phoniest, jive-ass war I ever saw in my entire fucking life, and STILL I had to fend off questions from my son, and other Silicon Valley gear heads, about: what do YOU have against Muslims? Muslims? What the fuck? What a stupid fucking country. We NEVER know what’s happening. We NEVER get the story straight. We NEVER ask the right questions. Muslims? We invaded Yugoslavia to hand it over to Citibank and Enron. It had nothing to do with helping Muslims.

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And the beat goes on. The 1997 Asian financial meltdown… was caused by IMF and World Bank “advice”, to open their financial markets to the quote, “free flow of capital”. Or what others call the “electronic herd”. The buying and selling of stocks, done by computers from Tokyo to London to New York, around the clock every day, by people who do not MAKE anything. All they do is gamble on what other people make. And often they do that for no more than 10 minutes, before selling again. It’s called hot money, and in 1997 all the hot money fled Asia, and the free market collapsed. Only the countries like Malaysia and China, which had ignored World Bank pressure to “liberalize” their markets, weathered the storm… Only countries that didn’t run up huge national debts and force themselves to go to the World Bank, hat in hand, to borrow money… prospered… in other words, only those countries who said fuck you to the World Bank… avoided financial collapse.

Then of course, there’s Iraq. A textbook example of destroying an economy, then standing back and expecting the free market to fix it. We’re still waiting, you ASSholes… and so are the Iraqi people, who only have electricity two hours a day in 2008, as opposed to 24 hours a day back in 2002. I could rant about Iraq for hours, but why bother. Turn on the TV to get your fill of Milton Friedman, economic shock therapy, and the free market. Our invasion of Iraq is as despicable a criminal act as Hitler’s invasion of Poland, and we are STILL making excuses for it. And still hoping that it comes out right. Insane. I hope there’s a hell where Milton Friedman can burn for eternity.

We know about the hundreds of thousands of dead Iraqis, the price of bringing the free market to Iraq. But weren’t we actually there to bring them DEMOCRACY? Paul Bremer was sent to Iraq, to bring them democracy. After three weeks in-country, he cancelled the planned elections. Why? Iraqis were about to vote in, “the wrong candidates.” Only 4% of Iraqis approved of the presence of U.S. troops in Iraq. Only 4% approved of allowing multinational corporations into their economy. If we listened to the Iraqi people, the two biggest objectives of the U.S. invasion would have to be scrapped. So what the hell. Fuck democracy. No elections. That’s what ramped up the violence. Cancelling the promised elections. Same thing we did in Vietnam. Cancelled the elections, and Ho Chi Minh went on the war path… How the fuck could we be so stupid, to have done it again?

And eventually the free market entrepreneurs in Iraq had to leave anyway, because the locals were shooting them. Assholes. There’s a lesson for all of us in that. Namely, if we, the people, cause enough security problems for any corporation, we drive up their cost of doing business to the point where, they just pack up and leave. That’s very good to know.

The longer the Iraq war, went on, the more, military operations became privatized. In the 1991 Gulf War, the first war against Iraq, there was one private military contractor for every hundred soldiers. In 2003, at the start of the Iraq invasion, there was one private contractor for every 3 soldiers. Four years later the ratio was nearer one to one.

Weapons manufacturer Lockheed Martin — the biggest single winner from the disaster economy — has begun “buying companies in the thousand billion-dollars-a-year, healthcare market”. It’s just one glimpse into the exploding economy of privatized disaster, with Lockheed poised to profit, not only from making weapons, but also from treating the people injured by them — a new era of morbid vertical integration. Blow em up, then sew em up.

Sez Klein: During the Second World War, President Franklin D. Roosevelt spoke out strongly against war profiteers, saying, “I don’t want to see a single war millionaire created in the United States, as a result of this world disaster.” One wonders what he would have said of Cheney and Rumsfeld, who made millions off of Halliburton, and other military contractor stocks, during the Iraq War. In the Bush administration, the war profiteers aren’t just clamoring to get ACCess to the government, they ARE the government; there is no distinction between the two.

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Free market economics is why the American middle class is disappearing. Free market economics is why workers real wages, adjusted for inflation, have been going down since Richard Nixon was president. Free market economics is why 40 million Americans have no health care. Fuck the libertarians. They have their heads up their asses. They’re pumped up with noble ideas about liberty, that never touch down in reality. If everybody is free, corporations are more free, cause they have more money. And we fight like dogs for the table scraps. As the French Left says: OUR lives are worth more than THEIR profits.

But… The good news is, that the nations of South America have roundly refused IMF, and World Bank, loans, and entanglements. While the U.S. military was bogged down in Iraq and Afghanistan; Venezuela, Cuba, Ecuador, Bolivia, Argentina and Brazil, broke away from free market style economies, and are leading the way out of this mess. They democratically elected governments that pledged, and actually fulfilled their pledges, to move away from free market insanity. God bless them. Wish ‘em well. They are practicing 21st Century Democratic Socialism. The only form of government that makes any sense. Where the people, not the corporations, control the marketplace. And we better learn from what they’re doing. Something like 700 factories in Argentina are now run, successfully and profitably, by the workers. No owners and no IMF loans, [RG voice] thankyou.

The Bolivian Alternative for the Americas (ALBA) is the continent’s retort, to the Free Trade Area of the Americas, the now-buried corporatist dream, of a free-trade zone stretching from Alaska to Tierra del Fuego. Though ALBA is still in its early stages, Emir Sader, a Brazil-based sociologist, describes its promise as quote “a perfect example of genuinely fair trade: each country provides what it is best placed to produce, in return for what it most needs, independent of global market prices.” So, Bolivia provides gas at stable discounted prices; Venezuela offers heavily subsidized oil to poorer countries, and shares expertise in developing reserves; and Cuba sends thousands of doctors to deliver free healthcare, all over the continent, while training students from other countries at its medical schools.

In his 2007 State of the Union address, President Néstor Kirchner (since succeeded by his wife, Christina) said that the country’s foreign creditors had told him, “‘You must have an agreement with the International Monetary Fund to be able to pay the debt.’ We say to them, ‘Sirs, we are sovereign. We want to pay the debt, but no way in HELL, are we going to make an agreement again with the IMF.’”

As a result, the IMF, supremely powerful in the 1980s and ’90s, is no longer a force on the continent. In 2005 Latin America made up 80 percent of the IMF’s total lending portfolio; the continent now represents just 1 percent — a sea change in only two years.

The transformation reaches beyond Latin America. In just three years, the IMF’s worldwide lending portfolio had shrunk from $81 billion, to $11.8 billion, with almost all of that going to Turkey.

The World Bank faces an equally precarious future. In April 2007, Ecuador’s President Correa revealed that he had suspended all loans from the Bank, and declared the institution’s representative in Ecuador, persona non grata — an extraordinary step. Two years earlier, Correa explained, the World Bank had used a $100 million loan to defeat economic legislation, that would have redistributed oil revenues to the country’s poor. “Ecuador is a sovereign country, and we will not stand for extortion from this international bureaucracy,” he said. Meanwhile, Evo Morales announced that Bolivia would quit the World Bank’s arbitration court, the body that allows multinational corporations to sue national governments for measures that cost them profits. Quote “The governments of Latin America, and I think, the world, never win the cases. The multinationals ALWAYS win,” Morales said.

Sez Klein: It stands to reason that the revolt against free market capitalism would be in its most advanced stage in Latin America. As inhabitants of the first shock lab, Latin Americans have had the most time to recover their bearings, to understand how shock politics work.

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What happened to the Friedmaniac leaders? Augusto Pinochet was arrested for corruption and murder charges [though he died before he could be put on trial]. the courts sent junta leaders, former president Videla and Admiral Massera, to prison for life. In Bolivia former president Sanchez de Lozada, fled the country, wanted for gunning down protesters, and stealing on contracts with foreign gas companies.

In Europe… The European Constitution was rejected in two national referendums. It was a document that came to be viewed by European citizens, as a codification of the corporatist order. What the French call “savage capitalism”.

In Poland, in 2005, the Kaczynski brothers were elected on a campaign attacking Milton Friedman, and Chicago School free market policies. The workers who founded Solidarity in 1980 pledged to struggle, not against socialism, but FOR it! Workers are slowly winning the power to run their workplaces and country democratically. Democratic socialism. The DIRTY secret of the free market era, is that these democratic socialist ideas were NEVER defeated in a great battle of ideas, nor were they voted DOWN in elections. They were shocked out of the way, by violent CIA intervention.

Thank you Naomi Klein, for writing: The Shock Doctrine, the Rise of Disaster Capitalism. I rarely recommend other people’s books. But you should read the whole thing.

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Ahhhh, feels a little better already

[RZ voice] Bugama bugama bugama… Gumgawa boogaloo

This is Rich Zubaty. [RG voice] The Rude Guy. Ideology assassin. Globe trotting hot air balloon. Escapee from the Corporate Cult. Welcoming you back to Reality… Fuck fantasy. Your government is a fantasy. Your job is a fantasy. Your marriage is probably a fantasy. And unless you paid cash for your house or your car, you don’t own them… they own you. Fantasy. Welcome to the show where we don’t suck up to liberals or conservatives. Progressives or Libertarians. Screw ‘em all, and their dead-end ideologies. And screw corporate branding and marketing too. We do not accept advertising on this program. Welcome to the show where we talk about ideas. Not ideologies, not opinions… Ideas. Because America is suffering, from an apPALLing lack, of ideas, for how to shape our institutions, and manage our lives. In the marketplace of ideas, America is the most impoverished country in the world. The average Bolivian potato farmer, or Bangkok taxi driver, has more ideas in his head, than the average American.[/RG voice]

This episode is so personal I may chicken out and never post it. I’m trying something different with The Rude Guy podcast. It’s not sex talk or refried ideology. I’m not trying to be funny. I’m trying to provide something useful. I’m trying to be sensitive without being sentimental. I’m trying to present art, not news. Art lasts a thousand years, news lasts a week. This podcast is intended to be an audio archive of pertinent and useful ideas.

Since I did the very first show in Hawaii, two years ago, I’ve been wanting to do a show from the Third World. The REAL tropics. So here I am…

Back in the same Mexican town where I wrote my first, and most successful book: What Men Know That Women Don’t. I wake up every morning, in fear. I have a leaky heart valve, called mitral valve prolapse, and one of its side effects is frequent panic attacks. But that’s not the only reason for my fear. I feel like a runaway hot air balloon, buffeted around the globe, by winds of insanity, with no place to land. I’m lost. I have no home. No family. I’m trying to recover my soul. As I said in Podcast 38, soul is where you connect ideas with actions. If your ideas are disconnected from your actions, you have no soul. And that’s me. The Iraq War, and my mom’s death, have shattered me somehow. My pure hatred of George W Bush and Dick Cheney has POISONed me… Literally made me sick. They’re not worth it.

And frankly, America’s not worth it. The 70% of Americans who oppose the Iraq War do not oppose it because it was a dastardly, vile, shameful, murderous invasion, violating both the U.S. Constitution, and international law. They oppose it because they see, at last, that this war is UNwinnable. Fuck ‘em. I’ve had it. I went through the same shit with Vietnam. And that’s why we can’t get out of Iraq. Because… as I say over and over and over again in my books… opinions don’t matter. We inhabit a feminized society, where having an opinion, has taken the place, of performing an action. People are opposed to the war, but they won’t take fifteen minutes off work to go to an anti-war rally. Fuck ‘em.

And another thing I can’t STAND, is the Liberals PRAISing our soldiers for their SERvice to their country. What VILE hypocrites. Our soldiers are not SERVing the country, they’re desTROYing the country. They’re stomping all over the Constitution. If they really wanna help, they should surround the White House and arrest everybody inside, and cart THEM off to Guantanamo.

Like Vietnam, this war won’t end until the soldiers stop fighting it. And the more smoke we blow up their asses about how they’re serving their country, the longer it will take for them to REbel. We need to shame them, for scaring women and children. Call ‘em baby killers if that’s what it takes. Then fewer babies will get killed. And more of our guys will come home BEFORE they accidentally kill a baby, or a grandma or grandpa… then freak out from guilt and kill themselves. This is not a war. A war is where soldiers kill soldiers. When soldiers kill noncombatant civilians, it’s called murder. It’s called slaughter.

[Ride Guy wretch]
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Anyway……..Every few years I go through a mental cleansing I call “falling apart”. It’s based on the idea that I have to get rid of the old mental shit, before any new inspirations can enter my brain. It’s always easier to do that in a foreign country, where you don’t speak enough of the language, to know what the fuck they’re talking about on the news, or on the TV game shows. [Ride Guy wretch] It’s a really great filtering system.

So, like on a Buddhist retreat, I’m left alone with my thoughts and obsessions. It’s frightening. Not fun. Frightening. All the shit that’s wrong with me bubbles to the surface. I can’t get awAY from it. Like I have “you are an asshole” sunglasses strapped to my head, and I can’t get them off. Maybe I beat off a lot for a few days. Then that loses its ability to distract me. I run out of books, get too tired to go fishing. Got no phone or TV or internet connection. All the ways I use to distract my self, from my self, disappear. I start thinking about what a total failure I am, which is, of course, egotistical pity-pot bullshit. But it is also, EXACTLY, why I make paintings, and write books. To fend off that feeling of uselessness and failure, and conGENital shame. Norman Rockwell, the famous painter said, that the instant he stopped painting he felt awkward, useless, and worthless. Like he might as well just curl up and die. His wife would invite folks over for Christmas or Thanksgiving Dinner, and he would greet them at the door. But an hour or so later they would ask “Where’s Norman?” and he would be out in his studio. PAINTing. I have the same problem. Shame. So do Bill Clinton and George W. Bush for that matter. I think they have it worse than me and Norman actually. Why would ANYbody want to be president of the United States???? Power? Fame? Those are just antidotes to shame.

This summer I met a guy named Lawrence Bennett in the South of France. A Brit, who used to play double bass for the Amsterdam Symphony Orchestra. He got Multiple Sclerosis, couldn’t play, and got pensioned off. But… he told me it took seven years for, quote, “the music inside my head to stop.”… “the music inside my head to stop.”

That’s what I want. I want the writing and painting inside my head, to stop. Yeah, I suppose I will make more art. But I am sick to death of being obsessed about it. I’m sick of the feeling that the only thing that gives me any self worth, is if I write or paint.

So maybe THIS is something useful. I’m certain I am not the only person with this problem. Maybe we can start a group for Recovering artists and musicians… and presidents, and even CEOs. We can call it Recovering from All of It, Anonymous. Our entire society is run by deeply shamed, insanely ambitious people. Hillary Clinton anyone? That’s why our country doesn’t work. We have a systemic problem… a problem that runs so deep, people don’t even see it. Recovering from All of It, Anonymous.

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Some of my listeners say I’m living the good life in Mexico. Maybe, maybe not. I’m gonna tell you the good and bad of it. I’ve already sketched in the fear and insecurity of it. The personal neurotic crap that bubbles into my brain. But there’s more.

The place I’m in is so goddam noisy, I can’t find a quiet place to record this show, to save my life. So I’m just gonna leave all the ambient crap in: birds, burros, dogs, roosters, motorbikes, trucks, street vendors, taco pop music, swinging machetes, crying babies, the whole village scene. This is how most of the world lives. Outside. With no windows. I’ll use some editing tricks to erase some of the crap. But I can’t erase all of it without erasing some of my own voice too.

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So… Here I am… back again… in a place where women carry baskets of food on their heads. Where the main talk of the men is fishing, and I can stroll down to the wharf any morning, and buy a fresh fish for two bucks. Where pelicans stretch their necks, and crash insanely into the ruffled waters of the cove… then perch on the gunwales of the anchored fishing boats, to dry their wings. Where the greasy smoke from broiling lobsters and shrimp, wafts through the streets at dusk. It’s Ernest Hemingway time… but he’s dead, and this is still here, if you search hard enough to find it.

They aren’t gonna send you here on a tour, to a homemade hotel, where you rent an ocean view room for nine bucks a night. And go fishing with the son of the owner, who built the place by hand over 20 patient years. We caught two twenty-pound Dorado this morning, Alvaro and me. The fish running and charging and leaping in backwards somersaults, over the sparkling blue water.

Dorado means golden, for the spectacular green-gold color of these dolphin fish, that hunt the mackerel in packs. We went far out on the Pacific in our little outboard motor boat, but the sea was a desert. So we came back in close to shore, and stumbled on the Fishermen’s Wet Dream. Thousands of birds smacking the water, atop thousands of silvery baitfish, that are driven up, from below, by the mackerel. So they’re trapped at the surface. And deeper yet in the clear blue water, shooting golden arrows of Dorados, exploiting the mayhem. Picking off unwary and crippled fish here and there.

Twenty years ago I smashed my ankle, slipping on Dorado blood and slime, on a boat off Pompano Beach Florida. Wrecked my ankle and my marriage at the same time. Once I couldn’t work like a mule, what did she need ME for? I’ve often said that my wife divorced me when I bought her an electric garage door opener… But this time we are careful to clean up the blood and slime after each fish we gaff, and beat on the head, and fling, thashing, onto the floor of the boat.

We fish from six to ten in the morning. That’s enough. That’s when the wind comes up and the waves get rough. So I take a long siesta, then go down to sit by the water and write. Right now I’m watching eight Mexican kids play volley ball on the beach… with NO volleyball net. They’ve got a ball but no net. No net. No problem. They just IMAGINE where the net is supposed to be, and give it a go any way. Works pretty well too. That’s one of the things I love about Mexicans. They have fully functioning imaginations. They know how to IMAGINE something into existence. It’s like they discovered quantum physics three thousand years ago. Of the infinite possible waveforms for a volleyball net, that exist throughout the universe, they simply collapsed, one, volleyball net waveform, here – inside their group mind, on the beach.

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In the market I see wheelbarrows of avocadoes and oranges and bananas. Women standing by buckets of fish, chopping them up with meat cleavers. Snappers and jacks and tuna and a big silvery blue Spanish mackerel. I spied a baby snook, and I bought it. Couldn’t believe it. SHOULD be illegal. Too small to kill. A snook is the best tasting tropical fish there is, and gets to be five feet long and 50 pounds, but this one was less than a foot, and less than a pound. I SHOULDn’t have bought it. Must’ve been caught by barefoot kids paddling around in the mangrove lagoons, instead of going to school. And of course, the snook tasted sublime.

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I’m living in a second story apartment that has no walls, only knee walls on three sides. I’m shaded by a mango tree, but my view of the hills around the harbor is blocked by the tops of the coconut trees, between me and the road below. I can almost reach out from my porch with a broom, and knock down coconuts, they’re so close. But the mosquitoes are brutal. Gotta have a mosquito net at night, and even a fan pointed at my feet in the evening, to blow the bastards away. But my little house is only 120 bucks a month, and I have a big porch for writing and painting. And Gracias a Dios, I’m NOT living in my car, THIS winter.

However the water has been off in the entire village for four days. And it’s not an accident. The electric company shut off the power to the water commission, because the water commission honchos have been pocketing the money they collect from water bills, and not paying the power bill. So the electric company shut off the power, and apparently the municipal water pumps don’t work.

This house, however, is built over a cement cistern, where about five days worth of water is stored, specifically to outlast just such problems. We can only bath and wash dishes quickly, but it’s OK for awhile. You would think the water commission would have back-up diesel generators for such eventualities, but no. Each individual house has to build its own emergency water storage system.

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The hardest thing to get used to here is the goddam noise. There are no windows… anywhere… you either got screens, or nothing. The staccato bleating of TV game shows, soccer games, and horrible Spanish pop music, where someone is losing his fucking Corazon every two minutes, suffocates the air between the houses, on the weekends, and most weeknights. And as soon as the amplified sounds go off at night, the dogs begin. Guttural, murderous, howling, growling… screaming at each other from ridge to valley. Hundreds of insanely barking dogs. Threatening to tear their rival’s throats out.

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They stop around 2 am. Thank god… Then the roosters start. Same macho crap, only birds this time, threatening to rip the hearts from their feathered enemies on the next block, for four hours… until the sun comes up, and the REAL birds start in, chirping and tweeting and reeling off stunning melodies… and the audio landscape becomes pleasant again. For a half hour, until the trucks and motorbikes start.

There are several good reasons to get up early in the tropics, and one of the best is simply to cease tossing and flipping and cursing, because of the insane screaming of animals. Ear plugs are a life saver. Actually, I learn to block out the animals after a week or two. But TV is not so easy. God I hate TV.

[bird]

This morning I was eating leftover beans and rice… [oh, I forgot to say, I have a stove but no refrigerator, which means I have to reheat all my food morning, noon and night to keep it from spoiling. Actually there IS a refrigerator here, but of course it doesn’t work. It makes a lot of noise and doesn’t do anything, like most of the people I’ve met so far. Just some kind of fancy kitchen furniture. I leave the door open and keep my powdered milk and veggies inside, on the shelves.]… ANYway, I was eating leftovers when I heard the imperial, foot-thumping march of soldiers ON my street. WHAT? But it turned out only to be girls waving flags to the beat of some tinny taco music, marching in circles and performing goofy maneuvers. Like military cheerleaders or something. I guess that’s how they achieve such regimentation in the ranks of the Mexican Indians here… Just kidding. In truth, the Oaxacan Indians have revolted against any and all forms of authority for 2000 years. There are 29 languages in Oaxaca, and 28 of them are Indian. Oaxaca is where the ancient people came, to escape the human sacrifice, of the Aztec priests, to the north, in Mexico City, AND, to escape the human sacrifice, of the Mayan priests, to the south, and east, in Guatemala and the Yucatan. Oaxacans have never liked rulers. History and archaeology are always studying the ruins of the BIG civilizations. Who gives a fuck? It’s these village people who live thousands of years longer than Aztecs or Mayans or Egyptians. So the murderous priests invented astronomy. Who cares? These sweaty brown peasants invented tomatoes. And corn and beans and potatoes. Which would YOU rather have?

A couple years ago the teachers went on strike in Oaxaca, and uh couple uh them got shot down by cops… Massive riots, closing down the main highways by burning tires in the middle of the roads. And the unrest has continued for a couple years. Tourists are afraid to come here, which is fine with me. In fact, the civil disobedience is one of the main reasons I decided to come back here. I FULLY support the strikers, and their attempts to keep free market privatization, and multinational corporate capitalism, OUT of here… and to eject the greedy, corrupt politicians who take payoffs to let the multinationals in.

Ya see, in America the people are afraid of the government. In most of the rest of the world, the governments are afraid of the people. France, Germany, Latin America. When the people take to the streets any government can be brought down. Even one, that’s pushing an insane war. Americans don’t know this, but everyone else in the world DOES.

[bird]

Mexicans ARE Indians. The English colonizers in North America MURdered the natives. The Spanish MARried them, and converted them to Catholicism. Spaniards are often criticized for their, quote, “hypocrisy”. But Spanish hypocrisy was a good sight better than British murder.

Mexico IS Indians. Mexico MEANS Indian culture. It’s as if the Lakota Sioux were never driven onto reservations, and still ran the state governments of North and South Dakota. You want Indians? Corn and beans and roasted iguanas, and a worm in your tequila? You want real Indians? You got Mexico.

[bird]

There’s a guy who pushes a small cart through the streets at night making a periodic high pitched steam whistle sound. He has burning charcoal glowing inside the cart, and he sells SOMEthing. I gotta find out what.

[bird]

My problem here is gonna be the people. They’re not nice at all. The seascape is spectacular. But the people suck. And it’s worse this time than last time. Keeping in mind that last time, someone snuck into my room at night, and stole my briefcase, with all my money and credit cards and kids photos inside. And that “someone” was probably the son of the senora who rented us the house in the FIRST place.

The people here are flinty, greedy, suspicious, and falsely arrogant, in the way of deeply shamed people. They want tourist dollars, but not tourists. And especially not North Americans. Germans and Italians yes, Americans no. This is a place that once had lots of tourists, and now has very few. Lots of folks are avoiding the State of Oaxaca because of the revolutionary activity of the teachers union, far from here, up in the mountains in Oaxaca City. But lack of tourist dollars, isn’t the only thing going on with these locals. Like I said, last time, all my stuff got stolen.

And…My feelings were just hurt by my old fishing buddy Niko. I’ve known him for 15 years. Over that time I’ve given him hundreds of dollars worth of fishing and diving equipment. He asked me if I wanted to go fishing the other morning. And he also said I would not have to buy gas. Unless I wanted to go trolling. I said, No. I didn’t want to go. But he pushed and pushed so I said, “OK, but I’m not paying for gas.” The reason being that the last time I paid for gas, he screwed me by fishing two hours instead of four, and keeping the rest of the gas. Niko said, “Don’t worry, no gasolina. Tengo gasolina, I have gas.” So… I woke up at five, walked down the hill on my damaged, aching knee, arrived at ten to 6, the appointed time, and he and his boat were already LONG gone. Saw him come back two hours later with some other local asshole in the boat and one small fish. Fuck him.

Gloria, 30 year expatriate, and hippie hostel owner down here, told me, “To them you’re just a walking wallet.” I said, “I bet if I collapsed in the gutter they’d charge me five bucks to help me up.” “NO,” she said. “They’d go through all your pockets, and then leave you for dead… No, I got one better,” sez Gloria. “I supply the lifeguards here with free life saving equipment. Fins, masks, surfboards. Whatever they need. When a tourist is drowning those lifeguards race out to him, this flailing panicked guy, stop right in front of him, and say, “You know this’ll cost you a hundred pesos.”

Fuck. [RG groan]

Talk about disaster capitalism. This is IT, in its native American form. Sign these Indians up for the Milton Friedman School of Greed and Suffering. Someone’s dying, how can I profit from it?

How would you like it if you were in a car crash and the ambulance driver drove up, and rolled down his window, and said: Hey. I’ll take ya to the hospital for 500 bucks.

The only poor people who want capitalism are the ones who don’t understand what it is. For anything important, people want socialism. Government ambulances and life guards. Government firemen and cops. People before profit. Not: “This is gonna cost ya a hundred pesos.”

Gloria just found out her trusted room manager-ess of several years, embezzled uh thousand US dollars from her, when Gloria was visiting her son, in prison, in California. And this was one of the most TRUSTed people around here.

According to Gloria, the local people are like this because they grow up in tiny villages, where one neighbor is always fighting with another one, about whose pig ate whose chicken. Always defending their turf. She said they never really get socialized into larger society. Their ONLY question in life is: how does this affect me?… But, I don’t know. That seems more like a female thing than an Indian thing. And how does that explain the military zeal of the marching school girls? I can’t figure it out. Then again, Gloria knows them a lot better than I do. She claims that what she does is act as a buffer between tourists and locals. “We handle them so you don’t have to,” is how she puts it. And it’s true. Go off on your own and your like a poodle walking among wolves.

Like a minnow trapped at the surface, between the birds and the barracudas.

And here’s some more bad news. I just met a 65ish white-haired Oklahoman, who just spent the last eight months busing through every country in South America. His favorites? Chile and Argentina. His least favorite? Hugo Chavez’es Venezuela. WHY? Twice, in Venezuela, the police took him off a bus, and went through his entire baggage, item by item. Held up the bus for two hours. Tore him completely apart – twice!

I thought Venezuela was shooting for 21st Century Socialism, not 20th Century Stalinism. And to top that off Chavez just changed the Constitution so he can stay in office for a third term. This is beginning to really stink. Yeah, I WANT him to succeed in redistributing wealth from the oil companies down to the poor people. But if he’s successfully doing that, why are the cops shaking down tourists. They only do that when they’re not getting paid enough, and when they’re given too loose a rein. That’s the kind of shit they do in Colombia. Something smells. I’m not buying into the ideology of this Chavez experiment. These are not armed bands of, possibly, political opponents, trying to undermine Chavez, and tarnish his international image. This is the fucking police. HIS police. And this is not the first episode I’ve heard of sympathetic leftist gringo visitors, like former blogger and investigator Mike Rupert, getting roughed up and terrorized by Venezuelan officialdom. If that’s the reality of Venezuela, it sucks, and Chavez better spend his bonus third term getting his cops under control.

But… here’s some good news.

The biggest U.S military base in South America is in Ecuador.

Its lease is running out soon and, Rafael Correa, the president of Ecuador said, there is only ONE condition upon which he will renew the lease. That is: that Ecuador be allowed, to build its own military base, in Miami, Florida!

[RG laugh]

Does THAT put things in perspective? They’ll allow our soldiers on their soil, if we allow their soldiers on ours. Ha ha ha

There are 190 countries on earth, and the USA has military installations in 130 of them. Insane. How could we have spent the past 50 years NOT thinking about the imperial one-sidedness of our foreign policy.

We are not stationing troops in South America to fight a drug war. Our soldiers are there to prevent legitimate revolutions of oppressed people against rotten rulers, that we support, and keep in power. We prop up dictators – who sell us cheap oil and other minerals – and call it a war on drugs. Texaco made billions of dollars, murdering the people and the natural resources of Ecuador.

Also… Some of our mid-level U.S. military commanders based in Colombia, have started to complain, that the training they are being given, has nothing to do with fighting drug barons, and EVERYthing to do with invading neighboring Venezuela. Maybe that’s WHY the Venezuelan cops are so uppity.

Next month we’re gonna talk about disaster capitalism, and how South American countries that were BRUtalized by Milton Friedman’s free market school of economics, are organizing to beat the free market, by way of a new kind of barter system. Basically they are looking at what they have in surplus, and looking at what they need. One has oil, one has gas, one has beef, one has doctors. What they’re saying to each other is, fuck the free market. I’ll trade you oil for doctors. I’ll trade you gas for beef. No matter what the market price of oil or gas or beef or doctors is. We’ll slash those prices, eliminate them. So our people can have energy and healthcare and food.

This goes back to basic capitalism. Capitalism before it was an “ism”. I have ten bananas. You have ten fish. We exchange 5 fish for 5 bananas and we’re both happy. The only ones who get screwed in this system are the guys with no bananas and NO fish to trade. The priests, the lawyers, the real estate saleswomen, the political pundits on TV… the Milton Friedmans, sitting on soft sofas in universities and think tanks, blowing hot air about how people around the world should live. They have nothing edible to sell. They are sustained by a legal system, that employs police and soldiers, to enforce laws and conventions, that allow these PARasites to get food, without ever getting their fingernails dirty.

Milton Friedman should have been tarred and feathered… not given a Nobel Prize in Economics… tarred and feathered for the sheer amount of suffering he caused. Hundreds of thousands of people murdered and starved and imprisoned, for the benefit of corporate Free Marketeers, in South America and Asia… AND ghetto America, and Appalachia too. We’ll have Naomi Klein walk us through these unvarnished facts next time, in her world-changing, paradigm shifting, book: The Shock Doctrine…The Rise of Disaster Capitalism. Which you’re probably just gonna have to break down and read at some point.

As a white America male I get sick of taking it on the chin, for the U.S. corporate bastards, who have been ripping off the planet since the Spanish American war, a hundred years ago. I come out here and live with these brown people, and so they try and steal from me, since they can’t get their hands on Condoleezza Rice, or the greedy men and women from Monsanto, and UNOCAL and Texaco and British Petroleum.

They can’t understand that I’m a REFUGEE from America. I don’t have a house or a car or a fishing boat or a family, and most of these folks have at least one of those. I KNOW the real culprit. The real culprit is TV. The Globalization of Greed. Ugh.

[RG wretch]
[bird]

So I wrote… again. I created this show. And the demons of fear and shame are gone… for now. For a few hours. I got the endorphin buzz I ALways get when I do something creative. But that’s not the solution I’m looking for. Am I gonna run laps like a caged hamster, on this treadmill of shame/art, shame/art, the rest of my life? When will the writing and painting inside my head STOP, so I can just BE.

OH… I found out what the guy with the steam whistle push cart is selling. Barbecued bananas. Right to your door. A delicacy around here. Roasted Iguana anyone.

Well. From here it seems this recorded better than I originally thought it would with all the background crap going on. I’ll be able to tell more in the editing. Mejor que nada. Better than nothing.

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Ahhhh, feels a little better already

[RZ voice] Bugama bugama bugama… Gumgawa boogaloo

This is The Rude Guy. Rich Zubaty. [RG voice] The 3000 pound mosquito of LOVE. Wiggling worm on the Wheel of Karma. Escapee from political feminism. [RZ voice]Welcoming you back to the Reality Cult, the Toolbox of Truth, where we hammer together a future, made out of ideas, not people… Ideas. Not ideologies, not opinions… Ideas.

This show’s gonna be a book report, on the book, by Nancy Levant called: The Cultural Devastation of American Women: (subtitled) the strange and frightening decline of the American female (RG voice: and her DREADful timing)

Nancy Levant is an American. I never heard of her, or her book, before I ran across it at the home of my friend Martin Harvey, in Cambridge England. It was sitting on his bookshelf, right next to two of my own books… so I plucked it right down. Thank GOODness for amazon.co.uk.

Nancy Levant’s a mother and grandmother. But more importantly, she has been a daycare provider in her home, in Michigan, for 13 years. And out of the mouths of her daycare children, and through the attitudes and actions of their mothers, did Nancy Levant come to be reVOLTed by modern American women.

I’m going to do little more than quote from her book, and take an occasional pot shot, from the hip. But it’s clear to me that if I, as a man, said the things I am about to READ to you, from HER book, someone would put plutonium in my soup.

So here we go.

Page 19… Concerning food:

Meals are leaving the consciousness of the American female. Half of the children I have cared for, over the past 13 years, were either underfed… or overfed on drive-thru food… HALF!!! I have seen hundreds of children who have never eaten veg