There is a new class of crime in our society that in the past few years has begun to rear its ugly head. Assault with a deadly disease is on the rise because there are a growing number of deadly diseases that are wider spread and afflicting the ever greater human population.
This is in part due to HIV drugs that make it possible to live for a time comfortably enough with that disease, so that humans so afflicted do not lose their interest in sex.
Those who know of their disease are being selectively prosecuted for transmission of the disease when they engage in behavior they have every reason to believe could pass it on to someone else.
It has been reported a 20-year-old New Yorker was accused of spreading HIV to hundreds of women in 1996 and 1997. What? As a result dozens of states rushed to pass legislation to criminalize HIV transmission. Since that time the good-old-boy criminal justice system has sent many men, mostly minority, to prison for these crimes of the libido.
There is no consistency in the way our society handles such a crime, or any other crime for that matter. The reported incidence of STDs among White House staffers and interns is alarming, seemingly, medically, even socially requiring a stringent quarantine.
Is there a better use for Guantanamo? Sure there is.
And, true to our empirical solutions to every problem, there is a growing problem with HIV transmission in prison due to rape. This phenomenon is not limited to the prison population or HIV transmission because these people eventually get outof prison.
Life is a lottery on the Great Mandala, the wheel of life.
The statistical mathematics behind disease transmission are staggeringly ominous and spot-on simple. Depending upon transmission probability and possibilities, every disease gets just about everyone over some period of time in our highly traveled globalized globe.
It cannot be denied. The benefits of globalization, like those of science and medicine are a legalized delusion.
Life is not like a box of chocolates.
Due to over population made possible by a myriad of empirical solutions human beings today are like string bean plants growing in a 640 acre field cornered in by the pasturage of eight poorly fenced dairy farms each also of 640 acres. Mooo!
Ask anyone living with HIV or who is currently serving a military sentence as the Bull's Eye on a target in Iraq or Afghanistan right now. They will tell you. Once an infestation gets in, it is generally too late to try an get it out. There is only a delusional show of the might of technology trying to get such an infestation out. But it generally is also just a futile show. Vietnamese still die from the legacy of their own American military infestation thirty years later. The U.S. is still suffering the same plague by so many Vietnam Veteran members of Congress.
Vietnam was once a place of utterly marvelous and amazingly beautiful history captured by time and standing still before the war infestation. Iraq was too. I for one would have liked to have traveled to Iraq to see the great statue of Saddam still standing in the square, a proud ruler of latter day Babylon. War heroes have no appreciation for art, except for what it might bring on the black market. The statue of Saddam was just too big to be stolen by anyone. So they pulled it down and destroyed it.
And of course there are those who still believe science will eventually find a solution. Honestly however, science has not even found a cure for string-bean-itus. Due to the mutable nature of pathogens and insurgents alike, as well as their seemingly infinite variety, there are not likely to be cures found for either.
Some in society would say, morally these people should all be shot. But do we also shoot their victims? Some solutions are just too simple, too quick, and in most cases not nearly gratifying enough. This is why the Inquisition developed such wonderful devices of torture. Ours have yet to be fully noted by history.
Others with a warm but fuzzy secular humanist view would say, these people need treatment and counseling, not to be shot. And, the rest of us wonder just how long the secular humanists think we have to go on counseling these people and the exponentially growing numbers of their victims. Especially those in and around Washington D.C. imported to be interns in the American model of the sex slave trade.
There are no easy answers because society has grown so complex, so over-populated. We are again, like a square mile field of string beans, inviting in an infestation. Too mild! The infestation is already upon us in myriad forms.
The morality of all this is simple. We must first look to the effect upon the future and stop planting square mile after square mile of string beans all in one place. We must also stop allowing government officials to be propositioned by lobbyists except as is done to our daughters, publicly, in chat rooms over the Internet. "No, Baby, those rumors I have AIDS are just tabloid gossip. Now pull up that blouse and let me see those beauties."
Disease, like corruption, has always been part of humanity. We can set aside the endless and otherwise meaningless promises of science that disease and government corruption will be conquered for the self-servicing lies that these are. This is no great leap for even the modestly cognitive. We can also assume disease will always be a part of humanity. We can leave it to the growing angry mob to just shoot all the politicians.
The greater the human population of the world is, the more it seems to lead unerringly toward a greater percentage of the human population being affected by disease and political corruption. These are observable facts. Both freedom and general human health are in rapid decline in recent decades.
Due to mental health factors individuals have also grown increasingly reckless as medical care has become more widely available. It is just as if the Betty Ford Clinic and the Mayo Clinic provide an excuse for risky behavior. If the success rate of these empirical wonders were widely known, they would likely be shut down. Delusion cures no one.
Certainly antibiotics, x-rays and advanced surgical procedures have at least temporarily made it seem to the credulous moron of modernity that disease and injury are slightly more survivable. But not only have the pathogens and the political crooks caught up with these overly ballyhooed superficial media hyped advances, the conduct of humanity in general has also caught up in the sense of America's Funniest Home Videos, Extreme Sports and YouTube competitions for the dumbest thing done this week.
And, medicine has also provided plenty of opportunity for self-inflicted mutilation with a rapidly growing segment of society suffering from physician and quasi-physician medically induced injuries, addictions, and other medication related trauma.
This is important. No one survives death. It should be a no-brainer, but the media has been hyping miracle cures lately. This makes every fantasy cure seem at the tips of the fingers of the medical correspondents. Isn't a report by a medical correspondent really just a nightly droning by a medical industry shill?
I read this week YouTube is going to pay you to videotape yourself breaking your neck by diving into a bathtub or some such other political cyber-coup, a faux pas, or just some Congressman snorting his way through life or getting his rocks off at the Lincoln Memorial all over some under-aged kid.
It sometimes seems our compassion is matched only by our stupidity. No. It is sure our thing. Stupidity outstrips our compassion entirely. The very same secular humanists who so admire the community spirit and public giving of a seeming philanthropist by giving him an award of some kind or other are also astonished and appalled when he turns out to be just another pedophile who wants to get close to the boys and girls who seem to suffer so endlessly in our society. Our public schools don't prosecute them any more than the Catholic Church does, folks. So, get real. The infestation is upon us everywhere.
We live in an age when the first bio-weapon attack to cause a pandemic will wipe out tenfold and then some, all the temporary positives medical science technology has given humanity in our own time. No. Wait. I meant to say, if this has not already happened with the flu pandemic of 1918, the HIV pandemic... Wait again... Wait a second! Weren't we attacked through the United States Postal Service with anthrax? Ah! Ha! A moment of quaint realization of our humanity being sucked up the YouTube of exhilaration about life. Jump! Jump! Okay, I'm jumping. Have you got the video camera ready?
The wonders of modern bio-medical technology have already surprised us as mixed with the wanton corruption and the obvious malevolence of government. Such are the results of empirical solutions intermixed with the likes of the government officials who are lobbied so heavily by bio-tech weapons manufacturers, cursed and diseased bedfellows as they all are.
The Great Mandala is whirring now seemingly so it might yet come off its axle. It seems our youth has a stick in the spokes of it too. That is the sound I hear, thwackity-thwackity-thwackity-thwackity-thwackity-thwackity, like a the sound of a great thresher of humanity. "The U.S. Army needs you to defend our way of life," says, Uncle Son-of-Sam. Uncle Exxon/Mobil needs you, son. He's worth a bundle these days, so you'd better pack up your bags and head on down to the induction center and get your shots, not that they really do anything. But the medical industry has to get its due. So pull up your shirt sleeve.
We each have a moral responsibility to give to others the best advice we have to offer. A lot of what I write is just that, even if I may seem just a bit harsh on this crowd or that crowd, in this article or that. This moral concern is simply a shock and awe pre-emptive compassion, for which humanity seems teetering toward and away from at the same time. The simple moral obligation to tell the truth is less similarly disposed today, having fallen off its hinge entirely.
Bio-tech weapons are proliferating and becoming more sophisticated. Bio-tech weapons are proliferating and becoming more sophisticated because of medical technologies and the large investments being made there by government, venture capitalists and misguided philanthropists.
That is the truth about medical science from one end of the country to the other. Our grandest of medical institutions train more terrorists than al Qeada could amount to if we counted every hair in all their beards combined.
We've all seen these high technology medical research labs springing up coast to coast on every high tech beltway in the country. These guys are financed to the hilt, and they are up to no good whatsoever. They are either making bio-weapons or bio-mousetraps that either way will lay waste to our humanity. Population statistics show life expectancy declining in a growing percentage of the surface of the world.
The oceans are two thirds of the surface of the planet. Not many are asking for money for scientific research to see how best to cure whatever it is that is killing everything in the oceans. It ain't avian influenza A (H5N1) virus Bird Flu.
What is killing everything in the oceans is called, human waste.
And, the TV evangelist Pat Robertson, misguided soul that he is, from whom I have developed nothing but the deepest respect for those who say, do not judge a book by its cover or a man by his surname, said at one time, Hugo Chavez should be assassinated.
What? With all that is wrong in the world, Mr. Pat wants Hugo whacked? Did not Mr. Pat ever consider what, under the circumstance of the demise of President Chavez he suggested, would replace him?
Son of Hugo, Son of Saddam, Son of Osama, and the Son of HIV bird flu all have to enter into our consciousness. There is a societal malevolence being cultivated against male-ness. The empirical solution? Declare another war and send them all off to die.
Dear Mr. Pat, you leave Hugo alone. You are both show-men. And I like Hugo. He has a keen sense of humor. Which is something to this day I have yet to have seen in similar complimentary form argued about your own disingenuous righteous tirade. God will get you for your ill-humored transgressions, Mr. Pat.
I am quite sure Mr. Pat was writing for his own audience. They have not a sense of humor, or apparently, a clue. Send him another dollar or two. Mr. Pat needs a new suit.
How many have seen someone slip into a gamble of their life and their future without warning them of what they were doing? And how many more have lied with the result of so many human lives harmed? I'm talking to you, Mr. Pat, because I know bio-tech weapons manufacturers are so busy right now they don't have time to read Thomas Paine's Corner. But I know you're out there, Mr. Pat.
Because my email address is posted on line, I get a lot of spam. I have yet to cease my growing amazement at what comes out of the box in front of me called a computer. Just this morning again, I got a spam message addressed to my failing libido with the subject box entitled "A site for sex addicts", along with another fifty or sixty or so other various repeats.
I am willing to bet it was sent by Mr. Pat or one of his accessories in pious predation. Sex is one of his pet sins that drives up the collection coffer dollar figures so consistently for Mr. Pat, sex and bashing anyone who isn't Scotch-Irish, or willing to send him a few bucks for his ministry of monkey suits.
I bothered to check this site out.
It is a message board that invites newcomers to participate, and to select an on line name to get in on the conversation. I contemplated long and chose "Green Eyes" and proceeded into this site cautiously but also ready for the sexual experience of my life. I was not disappointed.
No sooner than had Green Eyes said, "Hi, everyone?" in my best imitation of the ever-congenial Katie What's-her-name?, than I was met with such a broad spectrum of online fantasy scintillation, that I became immediately racked with jealousy for all the others there who had chosen better handles, Eye Gouger, Fourteen Inches, and Young Slut all at once in unison who asked, "Well Sweetie, can we tie you up?" to which I responded, "No!"
They each then typed in, "Oh! I like that when they come here and act coy."
And now as a result of having given this site my email address to register, I fear I will need an exorcist every time I check my Yahoo! Mail account. It is a good thing Yahoo! allows a mail subscriber 2 gigabytes of data space for all the sultry messages one can get in a day. The first hard drive I used was five megabytes and it was bigger than a washing machine. I should have used that line on the sex addict hotline.
As I quickly ejected out of that site, I left a link to the Thomas Paine's Corner without thinking through the repercussions. I absolutely will not read any comments addressed to "Green Eyes"!
Such scintillating messages from the box are frequent, ubiquitous, and they do not come just in our email. They come in the form of news, entertainment, pious predation and, investment advice too. The net has made our lives so much easier, and, so much more full of it!
Consuelo Mack's WealthTrack has a great site. This week her line-up looks like another must-see:
Does sin pay, or does virtue? We examine the merits of investing in vice stocks versus following your conscience with legendary value investor David Dreman and Calvert Group's Chief Social Investment Strategist Julie Gorte. Plus Strategas' economist and strategist Jason Trennert weighs in on where he thinks there's money to be made in the markets.
Plus! Who really talks like that? With such in-depth syndicated financial reporting being broadcast on Maine PBS, one has to wonder if Louis Rukeyser has the top bunk over the 20-year-old New Yorker who was accused of spreading HIV to hundreds of women between 1996 and 1997. What the hell ever happened to old Lou? Was his advice too good? I guess so.
Who would have thought in this Age of Information, we would find that most of the information on the net is made up of lies? I confess. I do not have green eyes. I later found out when the local constabulary showed up to check my computer for kiddie porn, that Young Slut is neither young nor much of a slut.
They found no kiddie porn on my second-hand computer much to my close to flat-lined relief.
They took notes on what I had written for Thomas Paine's Corner. They were especially intrigued by my having become a Satanist, They Call Me Lucifer.
I noted in the notes being noted that my "lame excuse" that this was a "literary device" didn't hold much credence with the blunt-heads who wear heat on their hips, radio mikes on their lapels and don't need a warrant to ask Green Eyes or anyone else to pull up their skirt.
I read a lot about cosmology, which is a segway. For those who don't know what a "segway" is, it is a diet sub shop franchise that also sells twenty kinds of high-priced but delicious home-made cookies, most with Macadamia nuts and chocolate chips the size of your eyeball, or so they seem.
Cosmology has always held a fascination for me as well as the history of all scientific discovery. I know that quite often scientists have their analysis binoculars turned around backward when the lens caps are not still in place. The net has given even relative casual amateurs like myself the opportunity to watch scientific history unfold.
US Nobel Laureate Professor George Smoot has spent a large part of his career investigating the Cosmic Microwave Background (CMB), the so-called "first light" purportedly released after the "Big Bang".
A relatively recent and competing theory about what the CMB is, holds that the CMB is actually the foreground remnant of a relatively nearby supernova explosion that occurred in cosmological terms not that long ago. According to this theory what we see in the sky as CMB, is a view from inside the expanding bubble of diffuse gaseous material expelled from this long ago supernova.
I like it, and my instincts built upon a casual and general study of cosmology and scientific discovery lead me to believe Professor Smoot is our own modern day Percival Lowell, albeit a Nobel Laureate kind of Percival Lowell.
Percival Lowell is renown for having seen, described and mapped canals on Mars. The canals of Mars turned out to be nothing more than the veins of Lowell's own eyes strained by long night time hours of observing Mars through a telescope that looked remarkably like the one used by the Martian with the gladiator helmet in the Bugs Bunny cartoons. Lowell's day was before the time of mirrored telescopes.
For the most part of a century there were Martian conspiracy theorists. Notable among them was H.G. Wells who gave us "War of the Worlds", that again confirmed for the mind of the commoner the canal discovery made by Lowell and for many of us, a confirmation of Martians too.
I remember having the bejeebers scared out of me by a movie I saw in the Palladium Theater in Birmingham, Michigan when I was likely ten, "Invaders From Space". I have seen it since. They used halves of pingpong balls back then for eyes, no pupils required for the desired effect on a ten year old. It was also stated in my 1967 Astronomy book that, perhaps some day we would find out about the canals of Mars.
It is as if our moment of realization, our "Ah, ha!" moment cannot be let go for its thrill, its pleasure, its sense of conquering the unknown with, with... With the untruth we are so willing to believe, and to be conquered by.
Humans are credulous to a necessary fault. Because we do not know so much, we are all required to make it up as we go along how all these meaningless pieces of the great puzzle of the great wheel of life, The Mandala, how they fit together.
The pieces don't fit together. It is a stew, and the pieces meld together like a peanut butter and jelly sandwich left by one of your kids in the shower where they were eating it. You don't have any idea what it is, and you're certainly not about to take another look to try and figure it out either!
Well, we of course know now. Except apparently everyone but NASA scientists, who still insist on sending scientific sojourns to Mars to reconfirm the canals of Lowell's mind now as they have grown into great sloshing oceans of life in the past that existed on the Martian surface. It is just as if in the mind of a deluded astronomer of a century ago they too are still real. NASA wants to know if we are related to the Martians, and I have no doubt we are. Mars is the warlike planet, is it not?
Most knowledge is meaningless.
Ironically, for all the general assumptions about the alternative media being less than trustworthy, and it is, yet despite this, the alternative media generally doesn't have financial interests behind it that force it to be outright untruthful. So regardless of what the mainstream media says about the alternative media, the alternative media is generally more trustworthy than those stories one sees, hears and that still instill beliefs in what comes from traditional media.
It was suspected by H.G. Wells, that Homer, the blind poet and story-teller of an ancient oral tradition, was by bardic tradition intentionally blinded at birth to force an exceptional talent to emerge. From such a talent we find a comfort zone of belief, credulity undue except for the beauty with which news of the past, history was told.
I actually noted WRH's Michael Rivero today saying in effect, he might have been in at least part, wrong about some of the global warming stories he had been linking. It was a moment of realization, an Ah ha! moment faithfully reported by the alternative media's great comic and a valiant slayer of myths. Now, that isn't like anything you're ever likely to see for truth-seeking in the mainstream media. And nor will anyone find such rocking humor there either.
The alternative media is credible. It is credible because we know the mainstream media in not credible.
If our country does not blunder into a wider war with Iran and the whole Muslim world, it will not be because the mainstream media refused to be blinded like Homer. It will be because the alternative media opened their eyes and their mouths, reporting all they saw, regardless of their misperception, their own disbelief, or any sense that they had better not tell what they thought they saw for fear of what the sponsors might do.
Kudos Michael. Keep reading these articles of mine, and you too might eventually begin to see the modest truth here too.
Don Robertson, The American Philosopher
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