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Wow,Ķ there,Äôs a lot that went on after I left.

Let,Äôs see if I can answer some issues:

As long as you're aware of the programming and you are willing to live with it because it makes your life and that of those you care about easier, I really don't see the harm.

The harm comes when you forget the programming is there, or when you consider some of your choices are not based on thought, but on programming.

Once you forget about the bars on your Prison, you start thinking that you know everything there is to know about an experience you had/are having.¬† When you forget to question how it is you ,Äúknow,Äù what you ,Äúknow,Äù is when you lock yourself in tighter, and become part of the Machine,Ñ¢ (which is part of another sermon).

If you know you are in a prison, and you've walked out but revisit from time to time...is it truly a prison anymore?

You cannot walk out.  Escape from one cell is an escape to a different cell.  With practice, some people seem to be able to walk freely from one to another.

I can escape confines because nobody can control the way I choose to use my mind, and where I go when I close my eyes.

Your body is still imprisoned, for one thing, and for another, where does your imagination come from?¬† Your experiences, and the combinations of your experiences.¬† Furthermore, there is no guarantee that the way you ,Äúchoose,Äù to use your mind isn,Äôt subject to some hidden programs you,Äôre not even aware of.

Your senses have you trapped.

Your experiences have you trapped.

Therefore you should question everything both sources tell you.

And this will make you less trapped, but not completely untrapped, just into a different cell.

Have I missed something big?

If not... have you questioned what makes you want to question your senses and/or experiences?

You got it.  The BIP is only the beginning, however.  There is more to come.

And as to your second question, I question my questioning all the time.  What made me begin questioning them was the Barstool Experiment.

1.Has anyone ever been outside?
2.How do we know when we are outside?
3.What is really out there?
4.I love freedom and the ability to think independently and without prebiased prejudice. Have I been doing these things or have I just been deluding myself into believing I have?
5.How can I know?

1. No.
2. We never are.
3. Universe.
4. The latter, for the most part, probably.
5. By analyzing every thought and motion you make.

I think of emerging from the BIP as a sort of a Discordian Nirvana.

Yes, especially considering neither ever happens.

It is easier to sound liberated than it is to actually go through the psychological changes
necessary to become liberated.

Through the processes of domestication we learn to become obedient slaves...and to cherish
the behaviors that confirm our loyal obedience.


POSSIBILITIES / REALITIES

We are out to break open and dissolve the walls that are built by your fears, your dreams,
your fantasies, and your prejudices. There are always many different points of view, many
different angles which are in constant change, endlessly merging and recombining. To limit
identity to just one point of view is to commit mental fraud. To limit the self to just one
identity is to commit mental fraud. Beliefs are the bricks that the walls of hatred are built
from. A belief is just a pretty cover for a prejudice. In order to escape the trap of
prejudice and preconceptions it becomes necessary to get used to direct perception. In order to
get used to direct perception, it becomes necessary to know exactly how one's perceptions are
informed by various prejudices, beliefs, and notions.

The difference between performance artists and everyone else is that performance artists
know they are performing. The others are just under the twisted delusion that what they are
doing is somehow more a part of the real world. The problem with the concept of the 'real world'
is that no two people ever really agree on just what it means. And some people are even willing
to repress, maim, or kill others in attempts to get them to agree. It is best to just acknowledge
the performance and artistry with which we co-create our lives. This outlook may not be the
total unerring truth but I venture it would be more useful to approach life from this angle.

A group of adventuresome youths were wandering around lost in the woods and they came across a shack. In the shack they heard what sounded like laughing but upon approach, silence befell the shack. They knocked and the door swung open and an old man stared at them.

,ÄúI knew you,Äôd come, and I have a mission for you,Äù He spoke with a smile and slight laughter.

,ÄúWho said we would come,Äù A Young man asked

,ÄúIt,Äôs not important who, but that you follow them,Äù The old man laughed and smiled wider at the group. ,ÄúBut the journey is full of danger and death,Äù

The young man turned around and stared at the group, they were smiling at the thought of adventure. He looked at them unsure, but they told him that they should accept it.

,ÄúAlright I guess we,Äôll buy,Äù He said and the old man erupted into laughter

,ÄúThen First, from here you must head west, through the dark forests where demons are said to lay. Once clear from there you must go north, across the treacherous mountains that will be there. After the mountains you must head east, through the dry and arid deserts, and finally south through the fiery caves.,Äù The old man laughed and fell back off his stool onto the floor.

The group nodded and turned walking out of the shack. The young man who had done the talking was weary of this journey.

,ÄúGuys you really want to do this?,Äù He asked the group

,ÄúYes of course, sides we were told to,Äù the group responded. He shrugged and decided to follow the group.

They reached the forests, as they were already in them, quickly, and as they wandered through the forests, two of them died in horrific screams pierced the woods.

As they began their trek across the mountains, the young man asked again if they were sure that this is what they should be doing, and once again, the group said it,Äôs what they were told to do so they were to do it, and to quit asking questions. The young man shut up, and watched another of his friends fall to their death.

The Deserts held more peril than the others, and saw another one of their collages die and be picked apart by vultures, When they reached the caves of fire only three of them remained, and as they crossed the pits of fire, one of them decided they,Äôd rather become an ash cloud and perished.

They exited the caves and came upon some forest. As they wandered around not sure what now to do, the last of the young mans friends, perished to a wild animal, Alone the young man, wandered until he found a shack, to which he recognized. He approached the shack and heard a great heap of laughter from inside.

He charged his way in and began to shout ,ÄúYou crazy,Ķ.,Äù, But stopped when he saw not the old man, but a beautiful young woman, garbed in black and white garments.

,ÄúWelcome back,Äù The lady said then took the bite of a golden delicious apple

,ÄúWelcome,Ķback?,Äù He said confused, and walked into the shack and sat across from her.

,ÄúYes, this is the same shack, and I sent you on your journey, I see you,Äôre friends couldn,Äôt make it,Äù She laughed softly and continued to eat her apple.

,ÄúBut,Ķthe old man,Ķwhere,Äôd he go,Äù He asked and stared at her confused.

,ÄúOh that, that was me,Äù She smiled ,ÄúI got you good didn,Äôt I? by the way my name is Eris, some call me Discordia, but that,Äôs not important,Äù

,ÄúSo then you sent us on the journey,Ķ,Äù He trailed off and felt a bit of anger wash in with the sadness.

,ÄúI suppose you could say that, but I didn,Äôt force you to go, you followed your friends,Äù Eris said and offered him an apple. ,ÄúI told of the dangers, but still you followed them.,Äù

He took the apple and looked it over ,ÄúBut,Ķthey died,Ķ,Äù

,ÄúYea, it was more or less expected, to be honest, didn,Äôt expect a survivor,Äù she shrugged and tapped her nails on the table.

,ÄúThat,Äôs,Ķthat,Äôs,Ķhorrid,Ķ,Äù Tears swelling in his eyes, he wiped them away and looked at her.

,ÄúThe worlds a big fucked up place, shit happens, lot of it,Äôs not good, but you should learn to laugh in it,Äôs face, it,Äôs why it,Äôs there and all,Äù Eris spoke and he bit the apple for the first time.

,ÄúI feel kind of responsible for it, I could of stopped them,Ķ,Äù He spoke as he ate the apple. Someplace in him a lock began to turn.

,ÄúIt was never your intention to go on the journey, if you,Äôd just did your own thing and thought for yourself, you,Äôd never had to go through it eh? She smiled, as he ate the apple the mechanisms began to turn more.

,ÄúSo see, shit happens, bad, good, whatever, it doesn,Äôt matter, and a lot of crap can be avoided simply by freeing yourself and thinking and doing your own thing, following is stupid,Äù She smiled and finished her apple, she placed the core in her hands and it turned into a bird. Inside the young man, there was a click and a gate swung open. The gate was open inside him, but he still needed to work to leave his walls.

Eris got up and walked over to the young man and slapped him upside the back of the head, "Who the hell listens to some crazy old man in the woods anyway..."

You think your God can save you? You think your country can save you? You think the Human race can save you?

Your on your own mate, nobody gives a shit about you or your life. Everybody you know, have known and will know want something from you. Your boss, your partner, the guy down the street. All they see when they look at you is what they can get from you. You do the same damn thing to them.

Don't give em any of that denial crap, if you spend five seconds being honest with yourself you'll see I'm right.

It's the great rat race mate, or if your gonan get martial about it, rattenkrieg. Your a tool and that's how anybody will ever see you, even me.

So what's the point of this little lecture? Let me be honest, yeah it's a rare trait honesty. I want something from you, just like everybody else, I want your freedom.

I see that got you confused, not what you think mate.

Your all chained up, shackled down and you probably don't even realise it. Cultural conditioning, it's a pain in the arse but we all go through it. We are taught to obey, to listen, to follow the party line. They throw us a couple of freedoms like scooby-snacks to make you toe the line.

I'm not asking for you to fight the system, not asking for you to join some crazy revolution, not even asking you to join a movement. I'm asking you to wake up, think for yourself. You see there are folks who have, folks who have realised what the hell is going on and learned to live their lives constantly questioning the status quo.

Now what do you say? I'm inviting you to a jailbreak mate, all you need is to provide your own lockpick, think you can do it?

M'Lords, ladies, gentlemen and scum. Welcome.

Now the first three please fuck off, this is aimed for the last catergory.

Your living your nice little lives, feet up, watching the telly and having a cardboard, microwave meal.

Are we sitting comfortably?

Watch the BBC, ITV, Channel 4 or the tits on Channel 5. Face it mate it's variations on a theme, same damn thing over and over, repeated into your brain till it starts to go pink and mushy.

I called you scum, why? Because that's all you are to them, that's all you'll ever be as far as they are concerned.

Who's they? Some secret society? Some American conspiracy theory? X-Files bullshit?

Nope, they are the people taking a hammer to your skull and nailing you down. They are all the people who have ever told you how to think, what to say, what to do.

It started back in school and will go on for the rest of your life.

If you want it to. You see mate all your being asked to do is think, not saying throw down the tools and join the TUC. When somebody tells you what to do, what to say you question it, think for yourself. Sure you may end up doing it anyway but then it's your choice, not an order.

What is it with you people? Are you just semi-illiterate, or have you made this a conscious decision? Why have you confused being sentient with being sedentary? So you evolved to the point where your brain was so complex it could envision a way to transmit sounds and images to a box in everyone,Äôs living room,Ķand thus the enormous complexity of our collective intellect was used to destroy itself. Just because you CAN sit on your fat ass all day and watch CSI:Miami doesn,Äôt mean you SHOULD. You as a people are being slowly crushed under the weight of the authoritarian thumb that is pressing down on the carotid artery of your freedom, and you won,Äôt even do anything about it. Why? Because you,Äôre also being crushed under the weight of your 3 Double QPC with cheese-a-day habit. The weight of your unshakeable loyalty to Desperate Housewives. YOU should be the desperate housewives, and I,Äôm not talking about being desperate for a piece of ass from the poolboy. Where is your pride? Where is your fire? Is there anything left behind your eyes, or has it all been concentrated at the tip of your index finger for better, more efficient remote-control operation? Look at what you,Äôve lost. You,Äôve long since been incapable of finding and killing your own food, making your own warm clothes, building your own shelter, defending yourself from physical attack, or using your feet to get you where you,Äôre going. Now you,Äôre going to give up the ability to think for yourselves? Are you mad? No. You,Äôre not. And THAT,ÄôS the problem. You got mad when you thought the voting on American Idol was rigged, but the voting in Florida? In Ohio? Pah! That sort of thing hardly affects YOUR life! You are shackled with the chains of slavery, and they enter your house in a 6-foot length of coaxial cable. In a cell phone signal. In a high-speed internet connection. Why should you go outside? You,Äôve got your own little world right here at your fingertips, and there,Äôs no reason to let reality intrude. You just can,Äôt wait until they finally develop teleportation technology. No, not so you can go anywhere you want effortlessly, but so you can have an endless stream of fried chicken and ice cream beamed right to your kitchen. Hell, you won,Äôt even have to get up to go to work now that somebody in Bangalore is doing your job for you. Now you,Äôll have even MORE time to catch up on your favorite shows! I hear they,Äôre showing reruns of Everybody Loves Raymond on Channel 5 on Thursday mornings AND Monday afternoons.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch, someone somewhere is standing up. Someone is turning off all the devices they can,Äôt live without. Someone is trying to reacquaint themselves with freedom. And someone is having a tough time of it. There,Äôs no one to rally to the cause, no one to take up arms against the oppressors, no one to keep the flickering flame of hope alive against the oppressive un-being that consumes everyone. And besides, who wants to put it all on the line like that for a bunch of fat, greasy, cathode-ray receptors? What is there to be gained? The free are hopelessly outnumbered, and the consumers/consumed will just perceive any sort of paradigm shift as a changing of the channel.

You see, we were right all along. The revolution will not be televised.

It already HAS been.

We have killed the spirit of 1789
- Josef Goebbels, after the 1933 Nazi election victory

The great liberal John Stuart Mill was correct when he said not all stupid people are conservatives, but most conservatives are stupid people. I would add that many who call themselves conservatives are reactionary and ruled by their hate and fears.
- Mike Hersh

So, I was in London with my friend who had got back from Hong Kong, Baz. We decided to get some drinks and talk about what we's been up to in recent months.

Just as I was about to leave, I heard on the radio that the Leader of the Oppostion would be willing to remove the Humans Rights Act, in order to stop gypsies building on land that wasn't theirs. So, he wanted to go as far as to strip us of all legal rights, to stop some gypsies? I thought nothing more of the lunatic and continued out.

The next day, I woke up. Part of my face was stuck to the floor, with what I don't know. Something horrible and bloated was in my mouth, and it wasn't a relief to find out it was my tongue. I wasn't exactly seeing purple and green spots, it was rather I could see patches of reality and that was the rest.

Sorting myself out, I turned on the TV, hoping to find something mildly entertaining. Flicking through, I came across a popular topical chat show. They mentioned the new policy of the Oppostion. Thing was, there was no-one really objecting to the measure being proposed. Nope, it was the best for all to sacrafice human rights in order to deal with a minor problem. Screw the millions of dead who fought to protect those rights.

The Enlightenment Project had failed, was the general realization that was dawning on me. Kant, Hume, the American Founding Fathers, Locke, Paine, it was all for nothing. Nope. Just look around. We had in the last 15 years several attempted genocides, a reversion to infantile outbursts that was publicly approved (Diana death hysteria etc), general bullshittery such as the false economics of the free market and many more I can't be bothered to list.

The rational, thinking person, had become a rareity. Instead, this was a world where emotions rule, and they are childish ones at that. And childish as in the temper tantrum/sycophantism cycle. Humans aren't rational. Maybe they were once, before Reality TV obliterated their ability to think. But not any longer. And that probably meant things based on ideas like that, such as democracy, were out of time.

And I really didn't care. Even after the hangover had gone, I couldn't summon up the ability to care. If they wanted to laugh, or cry, or act in faux-moral outrage over a piece of fiction on the idiot box while the world around them burned, that wasn't my concern. I just had to make sure I wasn't dragged into it with them.

I left London that night, feeling depressed, and headed Southampton. Maybe the sea breeze would raise my spirits, though I doubted it. We had killed the Enlightenment, just as surely as Nietzsche's mob had killed God. But who would be around to preach it, when no-one would listen, or care even if they did?

So I was on the move again. I had a few days of travelling to do, a friend had just got back from Hong Kong as was going to be in London for a few days before jetting off again. Jammy git.

As there was nothing else to do while on the train, I turned on the radio and decided to listen to a talk show. On this particular program they had 2 opposing politicians in, debating the then upcoming election.

I listened for a while, wishing I could get a decent music station, or had bought some CDs with me. The debate was getting boring, and was essentially becoming a right/left conflict: Give up your social freedom for more economic freedom, or give up your economic freedom for your social ones.

Damn, that was stupid! I found myself thinking. So basically, I have to give up some sort of freedom, in order to gain another? Looking closely, there wasn,Äôt even that much of a choice. To take benefit of the ,Äúeconomic free market,Äù of the Right means you have to have the money in the first place. And on the left, without economic freedom, social freedom was nothing, as money is a large pat of the social structure.

So was there really a choice? To be sure, there are some differences. Certainly among the personalities involved. But the basic philosophy was the same. Almost all our current politicians come from the ,ÄúOxbridge elite,Äù, those lucky few without enough connections or cash to get into those 2 universities. This is pretty much the same for the leadership of both parties, whether right or left wing. And either way, it basically benefits them, as they are riche than their constituents who they supposedly represent.

It,Äôs a two man con. Or rather, a 2 ideology con. If you haven,Äôt read American Gods I,Äôll explain. They say (this ,Äúthey,Äù presumably being the same ,Äúthey,Äù who are the everyone in ,Äúeveryone knows,Äù. And quite possibly make up ,Äúthe community,Äù, whoever the hell they are) that you can,Äôt con an honest man, often to make themselves feel superior to some poor schmuck who just lost a lot on what seemed a fair gamble.

However, you can con an honest man, if you do it with 2 men. Make them look like opposing teams, like a ,Äúthief,Äù getting caught at a jewellers and a ,Äúcopper,Äù taking the stolen goods as evidence. But in reality, they are both working ultimately for their own benefit. That,Äôs the way politicians keep conning the public. We get the same old guard year after year, being moved by their party from safeseat to safeseat. That,Äôs modern politics. Keep voting yourself pay rises and make sure there arent equal taxes applied to the rich. And people wonder why fringe parties and apathy are on the rise,Ķ.

At times he heard within him a soft, gentle voice, which reminded him quietly, complained quietly, so that he could hardly hear it. Then he suddenly saw clearly that he was leading a strange life, that he was doing many things that were only a game, that he was quite cheerful and sometimes experienced pleasure, but that real life was flowing past him and did not touch him. Like a player who plays with his ball, he played with his business, with the people around him, watched them, derived amusement from them; but with his heart, with his real nature, he was not there. His real self wandered elsewhere, far away, wandered on and on invisibly and had nothing to do with his life. He was sometimes afraid of these thoughts and wished that he could also share their childish daily affairs with intensity, truly to take part in them, to enjoy and live their lives instead of only being there as an onlooker.

I suppose it's not really ALL a game, but most of it is. How many things we do every day which amount to nothing much! Get up, go to work, cuss at the stoplights and cops and old pensioners out for a morning drive-and-fuck-up-traffic. Sweat all day, break for lunch, drive home. Every few weeks, get paid. Our ration of food pellets, of time on the big metal wheel, of space to burrow and make a nest in. How much does any of it MEAN?

Well, I'm trying to tie it into the reason we're all here. Not HERE here. Here on this website, talking about this goddess. We're here because even a funny religion gives a sense of purpose. Even just pretending to venerate a cockroach, or a floating clip-art head who smokes a pipe, enriches our lives in some way. See, most of life, obviously, is a big game. Religion is the manifestation of the drive of human beings to try to stop playing the game. To take our ball and go home, and just you wait because I'm telling my big brother on you!

Maybe there's more to it. PROBABLY there's more to it! To play with that pet metaphor a bit more, I sure as hell don't know who's turning my heat-lamp on every day, or who sprinkles that food in my tank. But I'm not GOING to know any of that. I can guess, I can observe, I can make shit up, but until I die and float to the top I'm never going to come in contact with that all-powerful force. It remains as much a mystery today as it did when I was 7 and Santa Claus was still going to visit in a few weeks. I suspect I won't know any more on the day I do go to that big fishbowl in the sky, but hopefully I'll have gotten to eat a lot of really excellent algae and swim through some cool castles. With the sunken chests that open and close, and the lights and skeletons and everything!

My point is that there's very little we do that needs to be done. You need to sleep, shit, and eat. Beyond that isn't really any of your business, but it can be fun. Pissing all over someone else for doing something you don't personally approve of is MORE pointless than how pointless you think what they're doing is! So is taking offense to someone doing so. They're not the ones buying the fish-flakes, it doesn't matter what they think of you. Remember that it's a game, and remember what games are for. EVEN if there is no higher power, and this is all random chance, it's still a game. Hell, in that case it's maybe even moreso, because nothing we do matters at all to anyone!

So, the next time someone gripes about life being meaningless be sure and laugh, if only to yourself. Of course it's meaningless, that's kind of the point. That's what makes it really pretty incredible to get up every morning. You can do what you want, read what you like, sing however loud you want to, and fuck whatever you please.

Just, please. Leave me alone to sit over here and be a huge, flaming hypocrite. And keep your damn fins off my mealworms!

-----who wrote this?-----

We have no illusions about how far a piece of writing can reach.

Sending out new ideas into this world without a multi-million dollar marketing scheme have about as good a chance at reaching their destination as a paper airplane in a hurricane.

But, we take our chances.

For the most part, the people that put this document together agree that the planet that we live on has become a foul place, and we agree that something needs to be done.

But we disagree on damn near everything else.

We disagree on how it has come to this mess, and we disagree on the direction it is all heading to.

What we have observed is that the more people are able to think for themselves, the less willing they become to exhaust themselves at someone else's command. An open-mided person is better able to see past the illusions that have this civilization headed toward what seems to be a firy demise, and may even do something about it.

We acknowledge that it would be in everybody best interests if there were more creative and critical thinkers analyzing the situation and broadcasting their observations.

Where this would take us, we don't really know.
But we have come to a situation where it seems that any change would be a good change.

The history of the entire known universe and a long legacy of philosphical and scientific exploration has resulted in this effort to get you to do some critical thinking.

And if you turn it down, then we are gonna come get you.

And it's gonna hurt.

Hey, kid. Welcome to Prison.

You think you just woke up here one day, right? Think again. It was your whole life that brought you to this. Fact is, you were born to be here. Go ahead, look around. I,Äôll be here when you get back.

Looks smaller than it is, don,Äôt it? Sometimes, it doesn,Äôt even feel all that bad. But still,Ķ You look through those bars, and you see all that you,Äôre missing. Hopes. Dreams. What could-have-been. Here, put your palms up to the Black Iron, grab the bars, let me show you something.

Feel that? That,Äôs all the books you,Äôve read. And that entire wall over there is your adolescence. Look up: It,Äôs your CD collection. The floor you woke up on? Your parents. Like I said, you were born to be here. It,Äôs your life, it,Äôs the cold trap of your own existence. You painted yourself into a corner.

So, now you,Äôre wondering why you feel trapped here, in your own life. Why now, why today, can you see the bars of a Black Iron Prison that you made for yourself? Because you stopped reacting, and took a couple of steps forward. You thought you could do what you wanted, you tried to be self reliant, and bang. You smacked your head against the wall.

What,Äôs that? Yeah. That,Äôs when the claustrophobia sets in. When you didn,Äôt know you were trapped, everything was fine. But now that you know, you can see your entire, tired, monotonous life stretch out before you, trapped in these 4 walls, these 6 sides. Breathe, kid. It,Äôs just abject panic that you,Äôre feeling right now. Some even say that this is what death feels like: An unchanging life, immune and unfeeling to what you really want.

Look around you. Look at these cold, black bars. The colorless ceiling. The hard ground. That,Äôs your universe. That,Äôs the world you,Äôre going to be living in for the rest of your life here in Prison. You,Äôre going to live out your life in quiet desperation. Or, not so quiet if you decide to take the rife/bell tower route. Either way, long or short, it,Äôll feel the same. Dead, unchanging.

So, if you,Äôre interested, I,Äôd like to invite you to a jailbreak,Ķ

Just turn around.

You look like you've finally gotten sick of it all. Had enough? Dedided that our pills and prepackaged food might kill you? You're right! It will. Sucks that you have to go to work soon though, don't it?

Sure, your apathy has contributed to the mess. All that time you spent eating and drinking, watching the TV, and avoiding any involvement in the world has finally snowballed. Now what can you do?

Ask yourself the following question: Am I a bovine lifeform? Does you find yourself grazing in the fields? NO?! Then why are you being bought and sold, like cattle? Tired of being led around by the nose? YES!? Then, there _IS_ hope for you! There is nothing quite as fulfilling as running apart from the herd. Life without fences is great, you should try it.

We have nothing these days, and we have an excess of it. When the Johnsons get a shiny new car, you buy one too. What does it matter if it's a 2006 Camaro or a 1969? Those are the "cool," models. If it's a 1988 Camaro, you suck. Who decided that? These are the depressing choices society encourages you to make. Choose A, or choose B. Choose either, because someone else will have something cooler, that you must envy.

And that's exactly how They want it! Tired, envious sheep bound by the whims of the television. A bunch of vacuous idiots who are too busy paying bills and complaining to do anything else. Who's responsible for this mess? Well, you are. But you aren't the only one.

Your bosses, your leaders, the media at large. They are the people who have brought you Reality TV, pointless filler on the music stations, and absolutely nothing worth living for.

It's saddening to have this picture painted in such a way, but it is never too late to change. You can be free. Declare your Independance today! Turn the tables on this alliance of idiots, and begin to make your life good again! How? Ignore what they tell you. It really is that easy. Sure, you'll still hear it, but that doesn't mean you have to do all of it. You no longer need to follow. Find your own path.

This can be the beginning of your new life.

-----What the hell are you reading?-----

Despite the fact that most of what you read in here threatens the current system we live in, a lot of us dont really have it in us to go to great lengths to disguise the message any more.

Some of us can string together some loose metaphors, but for many, at this point, its just not worth the effort to dress things up, or the risk that you might not understand the point that we are trying to make.

The time has come for you to start thinking for yourself.

Towing other peoples lines and doing other peoples bidding has not worked so far.
In fact, it's getting hard to avoid noticing just how messy this place has become, and the situation seems urgent enough for us not to hold back.

We want you to think for yourself, and we deliver this message with no good intention to the way things are currently being done on this planet.

We don't want nothing else from you.

We don't want you to buy a membership and we dont want your telephone number. We don't want your undivided attention and we won't make moves on your girl. We don't want you to sell things. We don't want you to attend meetings. There is nothing to memorize, and we don't need you to take an oath.

We want to see you do for you, and it has come to our attention that not many people really know what it means to look after themselves on the planet earth in the year 2006.

Call it a support group for the freedom-impaired.

Being Free/A touch of The Conspiracy/modern bullshit

Haven't you had enough yet? Are you getting sick of it all? You should be. Sickness is our way of life. Take this pill, do this job, but we wont give you enough time to cook, so eat this pre-made meal. Hey, it may kill you...eventually, but think of the poor starving children in Ethiopia. Sure, your apathy over politics helped contribute to the mess, but think of them! Care for this, eat that, watch this, take your crap, drink your beer and stay smiling. We tell you where to go and what to do.

Tired of being bought and sold like cattle? Are you sheep or goat? Do you want to be led by the nose or do you want to headbutt the herders, then perhaps run amok the flock for a while, scaring the bejeezus out of them?

There's too much of everything nowadays, everything that in a special way is nothing. Keeping up with the neighbours and the fashions while trying to keep up with the bills while having your attention distracted by vacuous twits on the idiot box. It drains you to the point that caring becomes too much of a hassle and the depressives of society become an attractive choice to make.

And thats exactly how They want it! Tired little sheep kept running by the faithful hounds all day long until they are too tired and submit, they break. Who are They? Nowadays, practically everyone...your boss, your leaders, the media at large, the people responsible for American Idol/X-Factor/fill-in-pointless waste of music reality-TV program here....a huge faceless confederacy constantly trying to sway you this way and that, turn you into a follower of anything.

But you can be free. You can sign your very own Declaration of Independence today, turn the tables on this alliance of idiot leaders who would take you for all you have! How? By ignoring them and taking your own road. Yes, its that simple. What has paying them attention ever done, other than distract and depress you? Until you do that, you cannot own yourself, despite having every material need in the world fulfilled. You can live the safe, numbing 'life' of a servant or you can live it how it was meant to be, exciting and terrifying but ultimately free.

"A Conclusion is Simply where you stopped thinking."

Think you've figured it all out? You've got the key to the door of completeness and happiness? You've found the secret stash of American Dream Pie? Get your fucking head out of the sand. Don't you notice how gritty your bliss tastes?

You've been programmed since birth. Every decision you have ever made was constrained to finite options. Sure, you might get an "all of the above" or "none of the above" but those are just cop-outs. You've been taught the scientific method of decision making. But, how about the "I'll think my own damn way" method? Or the "I don't care if it's an emergency exit, it's still a fucking door" method.

You've also been taught to blindly accept theories as gospel truth. And you've been taught that the gospel truth is fact and not theory. You follow the yellow brick road even though you know its going to go through a couple of dark alleys in those neighborhoods. Thought Conformity(tm) is the original ghetto. Do you really think their road map is fool proof? Hell no!!! It was made exactly FOR fools. The day you filled your cubbie in Kindegarten you were duped.

So, are we offering you a new vision? Maybe, maybe not. What's more important is offering you VISION. The ability and know-how to see the world and the universe for what they really are. To see the messages that have been driven through your temples for what they are. To see where they are REALLY leading you to. We've taken over the toll booths. And we are allowing your mind the opportunity to take the next exit, toll free. Will you use the off-ramp? Will you slow down to 35 MPH and take the P-turn to freedom? Or will you keep barrelling down the road to the middle of nowhere at MACH 5? Just remember, on the road you are currently on, there is no break down lane. And AAA is not going to tow you back.