Friday, October 27, 2006
A Republic for Artists!
I Am Going Crazy
I Need to Write!
A Manifesto
I am going crazy. I can't hold a desk job anymore. I can't even concentrate on the few stupid things I am paid to do. Every time I try, it lasts two seconds and my brain goes back to thinking about writing again.
Why does America do so little to foster its artistic spirits? Why must authors be slaves to the "real world"? Our worlds are fictional. Creating them is our job. And maintaining them is our spiritual function.
The American Dream? The American Dream is "Go fuck yourself" if you're an artist. The only arts here are pop music and shitty good-looking celebrity watching.
I learned in school the American system wasn't conducive to a free spirit. And I have learned in my time that the work world is similar. In fact, it is just an extension. I couldn't focus on my homework, and I can't focus on my job. None of this stuff is relevant to me, to my destiny, or to what I will do for this country when all is said and done.
I'm all set to occupy one of those solid marble pedestals. Doesn't anyone know this?! Give me some freaking breathing room. I need to write!
Anonymous (for the time being)
Posted by Christian Butterbach @ 05:32 PM GMT+1 [Link]
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
Your Friend
the Credit Card Company
You must immediately read this warning.
Posted by Christian Butterbach @ 05:55 PM GMT+1 [Link]
Monday, October 23, 2006
Saint Raffi B. Versus Devil George B.
Today I canonized Raffi B. [I have every right to do so, as I have been group-ordained as a pope] and I hope that the new saint will find so many worshippers that their sheer number will be able to exorcize and make disappear the Devil in Person: King George Redivivus [the original GEORGIUS III DEI GRATIA had suffered from madness and already suspended the privilege of the writ of habeas corpus in a war: it's easier to work with templates...]. You can now return the lent copy of the Magna Charta...Raffi died on October 17, 2006, while the core of liberty died when George Bush on that day,
October 17, 2006
, signed the United States of America into aDictatorship
. Raffi knew when to leave ship.The new saint needs a symbol. Instead of a fish I chose a mouse. It's more consistent with the digital age:
See the halo?
Start running for the life boats, as long as you still can. And leave the captain sinking with the ship.
"While it supposedly applies just to terrorism cases, that doesn't prevent it from ending the rule of law in the United States for our newly all-powerful Executive."
"[...]the administration NEED NOT PROVE IT'S REALLY TERRORISM because they don't need to answer to any court in the land at any time."
"Consequently, on October 17, 2006 freedom died in the United States of America. We now live in a dictatorship. We live in a dictatorship even if you think George W. Bush will be a wise and beneficent king or dictator. It is defined as the possession of absolute power as opposed to checks and balances."
"WE DO NOT LIVE IN A FREE COUNTRY ANY MORE. PERIOD."
HAPPY HABEAS CORPUS DAY!
Read it all!
While the masses are sleeping like always. And the mainstream media. "Nothing important happened today" (from the diary of the template on July 4, 1776).
Europe, be warned!!!
Posted by Christian Butterbach @ 05:13 PM GMT+1 [Link]
Thursday, October 19, 2006
You are welcome at my water bowl anytime
When that part of life's reality that one would prefer not to have to accept, namely death, is hitting and a loved one passes away, and one suddenly feels so helpless and alone, it helps to cope with that reality when great friends flock around you and give you the feeling that you are nevertheless not totally alone. I would like to quote the following four condoling messages received I selected from those that were in English, though there were nice ones in other languages too:Jonathan David Morris wrote:
This is sad news, Christian. I am deeply sorry for your loss. It amazes me that your mate, Raffi, lived to such a seasoned age. You should consider his endurance a true blessing -- a gift. He knew how important he was to you. Do you think it’s just a coincidence he stuck around as long as he did?
I’ve always felt pets have a guardian angel quality to them. I don’t know if you want to take that literally or not; it’s up to you. But you don’t need me to tell you that each of us is on a journey. And no human companion can fill quite the same need as that which our animal friends fill. Whenever I’ve lost a cat or dog, I’ve noticed something: It always coincides with reaching a stage in life. Almost as if they deliver you to it. Almost as if there’s a darn good reason they’re capable of unconditional love.
Cherish the memories, of which, over 22 years, there are many. It is never easy, but know that, more than a loss, this is a victory -- for your life is undoubtedly a million times richer for Raffi having passed through it.
Ken Schoolland wrote:
I am so sorry to hear about your cat. You are so good to have remained so close to him all this time, to the very end. I can identify with this as I have also had some very close pets, both cats and dogs over the years. Not since I have been moving around or traveling so much, but before. I am sending a nice email that I got just today that is related to this. Aloha, Ken
A man and his dog were walking along a road. The man was enjoying the scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead.
He remembered dying, and that the dog walking beside him had been dead for years. He wondered where the road was leading them.
After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one side of the road. It looked like fine marble. At the top of a long hill, it was broken by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight.
When he was standing before it he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that looked like mother-of-pearl, and the street that led to the gate looked like pure gold.
He and the dog walked toward the gate, and as he got closer, he saw a man at a desk to one side.
When he was close enough, he called out, "Excuse me, where are we?"
"This is Heaven, sir," the man answered.
"Wow! Would you happen to have some water?" the man asked.
"Of course, sir. Come right in, and I'll have some ice water brought right up."
The man gestured, and the gate began to open.
"Can my friend," gesturing toward his dog, "come in, too?" the traveler asked.
"I'm sorry sir, but we don't accept pets."
The man thought a moment and then turned back toward the road and continued the way he had been going with his dog.
After another long walk, and at the top of another long hill, he came to a dirt road leading through a farm gate that looked as if it had never been closed. There was no fence.
As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a book.
"Excuse me!" he called to the man. "Do you have any water?"
"Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there, come on in."
"How about my friend here?" the traveler gestured to the dog. "There should be a bowl by the pump."
They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old-fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside it.
The traveler filled the water bowl and took a long drink himself, then he gave some to the dog.
When they were full, he and the dog walked back toward the man who was standing by the tree.
"What do you call this place?" the traveler asked.
"This is Heaven," he answered. "Well, that's confusing," the traveler said. "The man down the road said that was Heaven, too."
"Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates? Nope. That's hell."
"Doesn't it make you mad for them to use your name like that?"
"No, we're just happy that they screen out the folks who would leave their best friends behind."
Soooo...
Sometimes, we wonder why friends keep forwarding jokes to us without writing a word.
Maybe this will explain.
When you are very busy, but still want to keep in touch, guess what you do? You forward jokes.
When you have nothing to say, but still want to keep contact, you forward jokes.
When you have something to say, but don't know what, and don't know how, you forward jokes.
Also to let you know that you are still remembered, you are still important, you are still loved, you are still cared for, guess what you get? A forwarded joke.
So, next time if you get a joke, don't think that you've been sent just another forwarded joke, but that you've been thought of today and your friend on the other end of your computer wanted to send you a smile.
You are welcome at my water bowl anytime.
Vince Miller wrote:
Hello Chris,
Sorry to hear about Raffi's passing. 22 years is a pretty exceptional lifespan for a pussycat though. Love makes a big difference I think.
Best . . . Vince
Anna Lauwaert wrote:
auw dear dear dear, how I know what that means!!!
I have no words to express how much I understand this terrible message and how much I understand your sorrow...
Anne
~~~
PS: Anna later wrote:
I would like to add this little thing: jokes you send to friends
but when you send an obituary, you don't send it to just friends, you send it to friends who you know will understand you because they love you and of course they love your departed best friend
CB: That's why I sent the obituary to very few and excluded on purpose several—though close enough in other ways—I knew not to love cats or animals. I also excluded a good number where I wasn't sure, in order not to risk causing any negative feelings, always possible in some ("vivisecting") libertarian circles... Even so, four people have not reacted so far, among those there are two of the only five recipients that ever actually met Raffi. He was my conscience to keep a sound balance between Western scientism and Eastern mysticism.
Posted by Christian Butterbach @ 11:29 PM GMT+1 [Link]
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
Raffi Butterbach †
(Spring 1985 — 17 October 2006)
My adopted son and mate, Raffaele, died this morning at the very old age for a tomcat of almost 22 years. It had been love at first sight and unmitigated and unadulterated love for over 21 years. I have never had a relationship of that quality and lasting that long in my life. Without his presence and support I might not have survived this cold world. He has had an exceptionally good life. Among his happiest moments were those when he could sit on my lap when I was working on the computer and on my sites: he was watching the screen and frequently looking up backwards and upwards into my face with great affection and approval. The Exterritorial Imperative owes him a lot. Now I will dance and play the guitar like Lao-tse did when his wife died. More later, as I have anyway forgotten most of the wonderful obituary I had in my mind and which I had composed during the last hours of his life, when we had been talking to each other so lovingly and wisely. The human animal does not reach that level, not being individualist and libertarian and social like cats. Humans are not social but collectivists and thus become glued like a fly in the spider web of politics.Posted by Christian Butterbach @ 12:02 PM GMT+1 [Link]
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
26 marvels!
Today I uploaded 26 columns by Jonathan David Morris.* Who's Looking Out For Bill O'Reilly?* When Banning Smoking, Please Speak English* Nine-Eleven Five* Industrial Hemp and Hurricane Katrina* Tonight, We Dine On The Virgin Mary* Why Desk Jobs Are (Mildly) Better Than School* World Trade Center: See It Again, For The First Time* Hypocrisy On Steroids* Fun With Hitler* Is George Bush An Idiot?* World War III* What Happens In Vegas...Happens In Vegas* The Founding Fathers Order Cheesesteaks* How To Not Be An Aggressive Driver* What's The Deal With "Seinfeld"?* Thank God for Barry Bonds* On Barbaro: The Horse That You Hold Dear* Love Me, Hate Me: George W. Bush and the Pursuit of Presidential History* Conventional Wisdom vs the World* An Open Letter to the FCC* A War on Iran is a War on America* The Hidden Threat America Faces That Not Even Securing Our Borders Can Solve* The Truth! (As We See It): A Special Note From The White House* If You Love Your Country, You Should Question 9/11* How Our Shortsighted Media Got Us Into War* The Failure of the Iraq WarEnjoy!!!
And congratulate me for the newly found energy, after heavy struggles. It's at least a start.
Posted by Christian Butterbach @ 10:43 PM GMT+1 [Link]
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
Are you a monster?
"I am sickened, appalled, and infuriated that government still demands that teachers and students continue to be sacrificed on the blood-soaked altar of gun control! Call it what it is: victim disarmament. If the state is to continue to demand that children be herded into their indoctrination centers, then at the very least, allow teachers the tools to defend our kids' lives! And for goodness sake, don't advertise schools as "gun-free zones". Anyone with a mind can see that this is just begging for violence. The Amish school shooting shows another side of the guns in schools issue. Guns do you no good if you have a moral prohibition against self defense. To me, self defense denial is equal to saying that your life or the lives of your family are not worth protecting. This is abominable. To me, those little Amish girls were worth dying (or going to prison for violating counterfeit "laws") to save. Watch out for copy-cat crimes anytime a tragedy like this occurs. Sick, evil people need little provocation to set them off. That is why these things always happen in clusters. This crime lays directly on the hands of every politician, bureaucrat, or activist who has ever advanced the theory that "guns cause violence". Evil people cause violence, with or without guns. Guns are the only tool that can effectively give the small and the weak a fighting chance against predators. Only a monster would forbid them the use of this tool. Are you a monster?"These are clear words, illustrating how the State protects us. Who said them? Kent McManigal. Kent McManigal is seeking nomination as 2008 Presidential Candidate in the US. Kent sent the above statement as a letter to several newspapers with regards to the recent school shootings and adds: "I may be dismissed as a gun-loving nutcase, but I don't care." I discovered this gem on TLE. We need refreshing guys like that to shake off all that political filth surrounding us. Criticized for daring to seek political office without ever having held elected office, his answer was: "What is needed is a political virgin, not a political whore."
Posted by Christian Butterbach @ 10:45 PM GMT+1 [Link]
Sunday, October 1, 2006
CATHARTIDAE HABEANT CORPOREM TVVM
I'll spare you more Latin, though you may one day need it again, namely when our despots continue like at the moment to throw us back in history by centuries, even millenaries, at a time. The stone age is around the corner. The herstorians will like it! ;-)While the red, white and blue vultures descend from the skies here and there like that Archangel Gabriel did there and now here, will you unfasten your seat-belts, contrary to the order or advice of the worldly stewards and stewardesses, while the winged creatures are already taxiing to soon reach your doors?
When I drew the attention of a friend and writer to the article "Habeas Corpus, R.I.P. (1215 - 2006)" (the title of which is, by the way, historically not fully correct), he reacted the following way:
Let's face it, Christian. America is dead now. You know it, I know it, and now the Magna Carta knows it, too. No one here's gonna do a damn thing about it. It's gonna take help from above -- perhaps in the form of a Russian nuclear missile -- to free the American people from their dormant, zombified state.
People seem all to mix up Magna Carta and Habeas Corpus a bit... But someone is not mixing up anything. Read, on this site, in my substantial rubric "Main Fare ~" meant for striking, important and fundamental texts, L. Neil Smith's great text Death of a Generation, an obituary and essay you will never forget, I hope. It will no doubt cause a stir. A needed one. So, spread the word, please.
PS: Let's hope that that great essay will spare us the missile... It would be worthless anyway, as 9/11 has shown.
Posted by Christian Butterbach @ 05:39 PM GMT+1 [Link]
