A cranky old man (Presumably... Or it was Waye Mason...) on the internet demanded someone post a link to something that explains why our Politicians are tit headed morons, knuckle dragging, and incompetent boobs.
I posted links to the Waye Mason entries.
To which he responded by going on a rant about the 'unreputable blog'...
For everyone over the age of 35, let me explain something about the internet to you.
If you consider something 'unreputable'; all it takes is a quick Google search, and you will find out (Sometimes you will have to figure out, through critical thinking.); that the information is either true or false.
Of course CBC has turned off commenting on the story, so it's impossible for me just to say this to that guy; so I am saying it here; because if I said it on Facebook; I couldn't generate ad revenue from the words.
Thank you, Google; oh supreme corporate over lords.
He walked into the Needs Convenience store acting as normal as possible.
A voice flooded towards him from the radio: "Reflections of reality; these are reflections of reality..." and within seconds it became obvious the radio was actually playing commentary from a baseball game.
The mushrooms had officially arrived.
The duo approached a refrigerator with bottles of water.
Bottles.
Of water.
This alone was strange.
Let alone the fact a majority of them had mind blowing logos, like a large infinity symbol; the very bottle his compatriot on the journey picked out.
Sweet mercy; Infinity was guiding them that night.
First you take some coal, or a barrel of sludgy worthless gross toxic no good oil.
Make sure no one else has any, trick them, murder their families, do whatever you can to make sure NO ONE ELSE HAS ANY; that way when we start turning it to gold, they will not have any of that either!
This is perfectly ethical, as demonstrated by our own Governments and Oil Corporations. Don't worry; using their tactics and rational you can slit a grand mothers throat then skull fuck her for all anyone cares! Just make sure you get her oil!!! Using their philosophy, none of this is real! GO NUTTY BUDDY!!!
Alright, we're getting side tracked here.
Gotchur coal/oil.
Now, invent a machine people will become dependent on, and grow weaker from; don't worry if it emits high volumes of incredibly toxic substance, your gonna be dead before those effect you or anyone else... Prolly FROM them, but still, even if you die directly FROM this product, it's obvious the product in question did not directly CAUSE your death... Silly people...
Now stop worrying about the animals, they arn't real either... (Sarcasm dripping like a French prostitute here folks.)
NOW!
THE MAGIC PART!!!
We take the coal/oil and make all the machines people are pathetically dependent upon run off those most vile of substances!!!
Thisly thusly, you are forcing people to give you money (Cause there is nothing out there that DOESN'T run off coal/oil.) which in turn is gooooooooooooooold, well technically was, now it's just digital currency that ACTUALLY dosn't exist.
That's right, everything around you is real, EXCEPT the economy... Of all things.
So again that algorithm is:
Coal/Oil>Customer Dependency>Customers Give Money>You have now got gold instead of coal.
I know, it's more slight of hand then REAL magic.
But lets remember, whoever the prick running our whole society is: Ain't a magician, but a carnival worker skilled with illusion and trickery!
Now look at these logos and contemplate stuff.
Irving: What is above is below!
The rising sun, the element of the Golden self. Red when used in an alchemy sense is regarded as "Spirit".
The flower of life; or fountain of life, whatever you wanna call it; it either blossoms forth, or flows outward; take your pick really. Flying directly into the center is quiet a good time, no matter how you look at it... Unless your squeemish...
