I was riding with my wife in the back seat of our friend’s sedan. I have no idea who these friends were; just a man and woman. It was dark outside; clear skies and summery; and I starred comfortably as Chicago’s South Side skittered past our windows.
Kaboom…I instinctively threw my head into my lap and shielded my face with open palms. A brilliant, poker-hot light invaded everything inside and out. And then, after a flicker of reality broke through my reaction, I reached over to my wife’s shoulder and pulled her close to me; under me; and as the car slowed to a stop, we sat up.
I turned around and looked out the rear window. I didn’t see anything…not a thing. Then my memory nudged me a bit. I remembered…I…I remember it. I saw it! I grabbed the back of the drivers chair and pulled myself forward to the edge of my seat. “Drive,” I commanded in a panicked voice.
Still holding onto the back of the driver’s seat, I drifted inward; into memory; and I saw the explosion in the sky; something came into our atmosphere $%#$%^@#%&^^%
[I woke up]
[After drifting back to sleep…]
My wife and I were riding in the back seat of a sedan driven by characters from the television sitcom Scrubs: Doctor Perry Cox and his wife Jordan. We were traveling along a country road when I remembered the explosion in the sky that I endured recently (not realizing I was in a dream state, or that the prior incident occurred in a dream state).
It was broad daylight as I ducked low in the car to see high out of the front windshield and the moon was shining; in broad daylight; on a massive scale; too massive…it was too close. I couldn’t accept what I was seeing. My eyes traversed the highly defined lunar surface that seemed to hover a quarter of its normal distance from the Earth. Then I saw dust fall from the moon.
It looked bitten. The lower half of the moon was missing. The bottom of the moon fell out. As my gaze floated downward I saw an enormous slice of the moon falling towards the Earth; or past it…I wasn’t sure. My heart began to race as I realized that time must have seized and as I pulled out of my displacement, everything around me started to pick-up.
I heard the voices of the other passengers…they saw it too. And then in front of us; out of nowhere; a small sheet of moon dust slammed into the Earth in front of us, and over a hill that skewed our vision. Perry slammed on the brakes and as we screeched to a halt and began reversing, the blast raised a mile high over our heads.
We kept reversing as these tidal waves ripple effect came towards us lifting dirt, brick, stone, and road; higher and higher and higher in front of us. “We’re smaller than them” I screamed at Perry as a pick-up was thrown into the air in front of us. I have no idea what that meant, but we continued in reverse ^%$%^#%^$%^^&%&%^$$*%^$&*^$%
[I woke up]
What? Seriously now...? Why can't I dream about cheeseburger planets, pizza UFO's and bacon aliens? Ugh...
Showing posts with label conspiracy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label conspiracy. Show all posts
Thursday, June 23, 2011
A warning when dealing in conspiracy theories
A conspiracy involves two or more people working in agreement with the intent to perpetuate a crime.
A theory is a concept; a fact less answer that is used as the foundation to mount an investigation into a specific subject.
A fact is an undeniable material or conceptual piece of evidence that validates a specific subject.
A conspiracy theory is the belief that two or more people are working together in order to perpetuate a crime.
Look this up anywhere...and it all rings about the same...
This belief initiates an investigation into the theory and if enough factual evidence is collected, the theory is either validated: meaning that a conspiracy exists or if the facts prove the theory defunct the theory is
dismissed all together.
If the investigation fails to produce factual evidence to either validate or to invalidate the theory, the theory remains in place.
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YouTube video from:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WxQ34XYnLvw
Once a theory is invalidated and dismissed, a new theory may (and often does) replace it.
Once a theory is validated, and the conspiracy is factual it could be prosecuted. A problem arises due to two barriers that have historically thwarted the prosecution of conspiracies that had been deemed theoretical public opinions:
1) Conspiracy Theories that are investigated in the public sector may have been investigated in such a way that violates the law; such as but not limited to the in-admissibility of evidence due to the method in which
the evidence was obtained; and
2) The Conspirators may have used the art of producing disinformation in order to protect a legally restricted and confidential subject and/or the Conspirators may have used the tool of Discreditation; thus annihilating the character of the investigators which could invalidate the factual evidence the investigator(S) collected.
Conspiracy Theories are entertaining and thought provoking. They are often used as plots in film and in literature, but they are hardly ever given public attention in the media due to their destructive nature.
Consider this hypothetical scenario... a jewelry store is burglarized and it's two owners (partners) closed the store permanently and where seen spending large sums of money around town; more so then they ever had
spent before, and they took a trip together overseas.
The investigating agency sees no proof that these former entrepreneurs partook in the crime, but some local townspeople became suspicious and they developed a conspiracy theory stating that the two owners staged
the burglary in order to receive a large insurance claim, and then sold all of the stolen merchandise while on vacation overseas.
They create such a stir in their community that their local newspaper prints their theory due to public pressure.
The same day that the article is run, the two former jewelry store owners find their characters smeared by the slanderous allegations.
The prosecutor’s office petitions the court for a warrant to arrest the two former entrepreneurs based on theoretical evidence (which I hope doesn't happen in today’s society) and they are charged with a crime.
The local papers cover the entire trial and the defendants prove they had prior arrangements to vacation overseas, and their flagrant spending was due to years of frugal spending and saving, and they still had yet to
receive compensation on their insurance claim. Their bank statement history further proved their financial savings was the money they were spending.
They are found to be innocent and set free, but the damage had already been done and even though the conspiracy theory was not proven, a new theory begins to replace it, and this will continue until the real
perpetrators of the crime are brought to justice, and even then...their may still be a conspiracy theory linking the former jewelry store owners to the crime.
In retrospect, conspiracy theories are toxic to everyone involved, but without them, we may never be able to bring Conspirators to justice.
Everything starts with a theory.
-SC
A theory is a concept; a fact less answer that is used as the foundation to mount an investigation into a specific subject.
A fact is an undeniable material or conceptual piece of evidence that validates a specific subject.
A conspiracy theory is the belief that two or more people are working together in order to perpetuate a crime.
Look this up anywhere...and it all rings about the same...
This belief initiates an investigation into the theory and if enough factual evidence is collected, the theory is either validated: meaning that a conspiracy exists or if the facts prove the theory defunct the theory is
dismissed all together.
If the investigation fails to produce factual evidence to either validate or to invalidate the theory, the theory remains in place.
'
YouTube video from:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WxQ34XYnLvw
Once a theory is invalidated and dismissed, a new theory may (and often does) replace it.
Once a theory is validated, and the conspiracy is factual it could be prosecuted. A problem arises due to two barriers that have historically thwarted the prosecution of conspiracies that had been deemed theoretical public opinions:
1) Conspiracy Theories that are investigated in the public sector may have been investigated in such a way that violates the law; such as but not limited to the in-admissibility of evidence due to the method in which
the evidence was obtained; and
2) The Conspirators may have used the art of producing disinformation in order to protect a legally restricted and confidential subject and/or the Conspirators may have used the tool of Discreditation; thus annihilating the character of the investigators which could invalidate the factual evidence the investigator(S) collected.
Conspiracy Theories are entertaining and thought provoking. They are often used as plots in film and in literature, but they are hardly ever given public attention in the media due to their destructive nature.
Consider this hypothetical scenario... a jewelry store is burglarized and it's two owners (partners) closed the store permanently and where seen spending large sums of money around town; more so then they ever had
spent before, and they took a trip together overseas.
The investigating agency sees no proof that these former entrepreneurs partook in the crime, but some local townspeople became suspicious and they developed a conspiracy theory stating that the two owners staged
the burglary in order to receive a large insurance claim, and then sold all of the stolen merchandise while on vacation overseas.
They create such a stir in their community that their local newspaper prints their theory due to public pressure.
The same day that the article is run, the two former jewelry store owners find their characters smeared by the slanderous allegations.
The prosecutor’s office petitions the court for a warrant to arrest the two former entrepreneurs based on theoretical evidence (which I hope doesn't happen in today’s society) and they are charged with a crime.
The local papers cover the entire trial and the defendants prove they had prior arrangements to vacation overseas, and their flagrant spending was due to years of frugal spending and saving, and they still had yet to
receive compensation on their insurance claim. Their bank statement history further proved their financial savings was the money they were spending.
They are found to be innocent and set free, but the damage had already been done and even though the conspiracy theory was not proven, a new theory begins to replace it, and this will continue until the real
perpetrators of the crime are brought to justice, and even then...their may still be a conspiracy theory linking the former jewelry store owners to the crime.
In retrospect, conspiracy theories are toxic to everyone involved, but without them, we may never be able to bring Conspirators to justice.
Everything starts with a theory.
-SC
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Fooling Oneself Into Love...
http://www.secretasylum.com/ has a new sub-forum under the Group Therapy: Member Hosted Forums Catagory titled:
Love/Hate: Standing along the high electrified fence, you kneel down and pick a dandelion and start to pull off it's petals: they love me? They hate me? They love me? They hate me? Geez...if only you knew how your multiple personalities REALLY felt about you!
I posted its first post "Fooling Oneself Into Love." I decided to blog it as it may help those individuals having trouble with love after realizing their significant other isn't what they presumed them to be! Read on...
At the time that I'm writing this post, I'm 35 years old, and I've fallen in love more times than the number of women I've dated. Yes it sounds odd, but it's true.
I'm one of those oddities that can fall in love with a beauty as she walks toward me, and my heart will break as she walks on bye. You're probably smirking a little and correcting me by thinking, or mumbling through pursed lips "That's nothing more than attraction."
I'm familiar with the laws of attraction and that isn't what I'm referring to. I literally fall in love at the batting of a femmes eyes. It's not a beneficial characteristic; it's a curse. I'm fortunate enough to be engaged at the moment thus avoiding the roller coaster ride my romantic life takes when single.
With that said, let's get to the cream filling in this Twinkie... I think it's safe to assume that at one point or another all of us have projected our wishful desires unto the face of another. We meet someone; date them; ignore their flaws; and begin to view them as the romantic partner we're looking and hoping for instead of the romantic partner they're capable of.
I'm notorious for this. I meet a woman and imagine she will laugh at all my jokes (and she will at first); we will have endless conversations together (and we do...for the first month, then the conversation becomes one sided and dominated by her, leaving me to nod in compliance, grunting "uh huh" every few seconds, and day dreaming about giant asteroids hurdling toward the Earth); and she isn't a head case (until a few months pass, her drinking problem surfaces, and she insists on therapy where I'll learn everything is my fault, including her drug and alcohol dependency that started 10 years before I even met her).
Thank God I don't have to deal with that now. I am happy in love, and I have a solid partner. But... I have been through this in the past, and so have many others. Why do we project false images on people we date? Don't we realize the folly and the inevitable collapse that awaits us?
I know this one guy...
He went through a period of solitary after a break-up in 2007 with his significant other who was also his 2nd baby’s mama.
Months of depression living alone in his apartment led him to seek a new lover. His first night out...he saw her, errr…will explain this part later, read on.
Standing on a busy street corner on Chicago’s North Side, was a chocolate princess: curves in all the right places; good black girl hair; and was dressed for the club... an Amish club if such a place existed. She was dressed appropriately for the weather, but had an attractive wardrobe; not too flashy; with a turtleneck.
He watched her from the window of a local greasy spoon restaurant. (I'd like to add that our friend here has a creepy serial killer look about him. In reality, he's a really good dude, but he's just genetically creepy. Not ugly by any means, just creepy) He had a friend accompanying him who talked our guy into approaching the beauty and after a few stabs at our guys ego, he caved in and walked across the street to go "get him some a that!"
His heart was pounding, nerves where electrified, and you could tell he was rehearsing his introduction with each foot step. Just under a yard from her, they locked eyes; he smiled; she looked terrified...and literally turned around and ran away.
I sh-t you not. She ran like a horde of zombies were coming after her. To make things worse, there were others at that corner with her (they were outside in front of a club) and it was blatantly obvious that he was approaching her in an attempt to romance her up. He froze and everyone’s eyebrows rose with eyes widening in their sockets; uncomfortably and anxiously grinning, they stared him down. He just stood there.
His friend came to the rescue and literally pulled him away from the scene (laughing hysterically) and they went on a pub crawl. In the wee hours of the morning, inebriated, and jovial, the pair of lush buddies found their way back to the same greasy spoon to sober up on sh-tty coffee and nachos.
Still buzzing, they ventured into the night and there she was again. This time she just stared at him with a curiosity in her eyes. He took a deep breath, raised his arms and exposed his palms and said "Hi" with a humiliated "you just made me look like a f-ckin moron" chuckle.
You could tell she was pleased when her full red lips twisted into a seductive and amused smile, and had a hesitant yet curious twinkle in her eyes.
He approached her and after a short introduction (and disclaimer that he wasn't trying to tie her up and eat her later) the flawless flirtation began. It was so successful that his wingman strolled off and soon after…her laughter drown out anyone’s hope of ease dropping. Until the big laugh!
I'm not sure what caused it... all I know is that he our guys humor was in its prime form and she couldn't restrain her responses any longer (side note: her laugh was loud but controlled and sweet, almost too sweet) and she lifted her head to the sky, protected her stomach with an open hand and laughed loud, hearty, and deep; very deep; extremely deep; too deep for a female.
And all that had eyes could see our guys smile fade, and his eyebrows flatten as a look of bewilderment and intrigue took control of his face. It wasn't so much the laugh as we've all heard the female octaves drop from soprano to baritone -add anger. It was what he saw...on her neck...where an Adams apple shouldn't be!
Immediately becoming uncomfortable he went straight for the kill (not literally, but figuratively) and asked "di-ahhh-did, ummm...do you have, uhhh...are you a guy?"
Now...before we continue, let's review. Man sees girl at a distance. Man approaches girl; girl flees. Man gets drunk almost to the point of poisoning and sees girl again. Man approaches girl...in the dark....while senses are hampered by alcohol...and as he speaks with girl, he begins to sober. Girl has an Adams apple.
Okay... so after he asked her about her sex, “Are you a guy?”and she says "No, but I use to be," one of her hands is now supporting her, ummm... his, ummm....their lower back and the other is waving their index finger in the air "hold up" she says with a sass "why you tripping for? What you doin here if you aint into this?"
This is when our guy realizes his wingman is across the street laughing. He also realizes that's it's been some years since he was in this part of town, then he realizes that the thumping club she’s been standing in front of is "Berlin," Chicago’s gay and transvestite club (imagine the Rocky Horror Picture Show on steroids).
He explains that he's not gay and that she is the most beautiful dude he's ever seen (he obviously didn't know what else to say since he didn't have his copy of "Homo Etiquette For Dummies" handy) and he looked as if he was puckering his butt cheeks so much he'd fart out of his mouth…because everything he had just said was pretty much sh-t!
After making peace with her/him after offending her/him unintentionally, He then asks why she/he ran from him in the first place. She/He said matter-of-factly "I thought use was a cop. You look like da police, and I ain't standing here just to looking pretty...hunnn…you got money?" He stepped back with hands up in the air, palms facing her, frantically nodding a refusal and stuttering “I-I’m ahhh..I’m not gay! She/He laughed it off, turned around and shook her/his rump as she/he walked away. She/He was a prostidude.
The moral to this story...know where all the gay bars are and avoid talking to anyone standing in front of it unless you're into that sort of thing.
Oh wait a second... That's not why I posted this. The real moral here is projecting your wants on another human being without acknowledging and excepting the reality of who they are (in this case a gay guy hooker who had a sex change into a tranny) will lead you down the road to no-no-ville.
Love/Hate: Standing along the high electrified fence, you kneel down and pick a dandelion and start to pull off it's petals: they love me? They hate me? They love me? They hate me? Geez...if only you knew how your multiple personalities REALLY felt about you!
I posted its first post "Fooling Oneself Into Love." I decided to blog it as it may help those individuals having trouble with love after realizing their significant other isn't what they presumed them to be! Read on...
At the time that I'm writing this post, I'm 35 years old, and I've fallen in love more times than the number of women I've dated. Yes it sounds odd, but it's true.
I'm one of those oddities that can fall in love with a beauty as she walks toward me, and my heart will break as she walks on bye. You're probably smirking a little and correcting me by thinking, or mumbling through pursed lips "That's nothing more than attraction."
I'm familiar with the laws of attraction and that isn't what I'm referring to. I literally fall in love at the batting of a femmes eyes. It's not a beneficial characteristic; it's a curse. I'm fortunate enough to be engaged at the moment thus avoiding the roller coaster ride my romantic life takes when single.
With that said, let's get to the cream filling in this Twinkie... I think it's safe to assume that at one point or another all of us have projected our wishful desires unto the face of another. We meet someone; date them; ignore their flaws; and begin to view them as the romantic partner we're looking and hoping for instead of the romantic partner they're capable of.
I'm notorious for this. I meet a woman and imagine she will laugh at all my jokes (and she will at first); we will have endless conversations together (and we do...for the first month, then the conversation becomes one sided and dominated by her, leaving me to nod in compliance, grunting "uh huh" every few seconds, and day dreaming about giant asteroids hurdling toward the Earth); and she isn't a head case (until a few months pass, her drinking problem surfaces, and she insists on therapy where I'll learn everything is my fault, including her drug and alcohol dependency that started 10 years before I even met her).
Thank God I don't have to deal with that now. I am happy in love, and I have a solid partner. But... I have been through this in the past, and so have many others. Why do we project false images on people we date? Don't we realize the folly and the inevitable collapse that awaits us?
I know this one guy...
He went through a period of solitary after a break-up in 2007 with his significant other who was also his 2nd baby’s mama.
Months of depression living alone in his apartment led him to seek a new lover. His first night out...he saw her, errr…will explain this part later, read on.
Standing on a busy street corner on Chicago’s North Side, was a chocolate princess: curves in all the right places; good black girl hair; and was dressed for the club... an Amish club if such a place existed. She was dressed appropriately for the weather, but had an attractive wardrobe; not too flashy; with a turtleneck.
He watched her from the window of a local greasy spoon restaurant. (I'd like to add that our friend here has a creepy serial killer look about him. In reality, he's a really good dude, but he's just genetically creepy. Not ugly by any means, just creepy) He had a friend accompanying him who talked our guy into approaching the beauty and after a few stabs at our guys ego, he caved in and walked across the street to go "get him some a that!"
His heart was pounding, nerves where electrified, and you could tell he was rehearsing his introduction with each foot step. Just under a yard from her, they locked eyes; he smiled; she looked terrified...and literally turned around and ran away.
I sh-t you not. She ran like a horde of zombies were coming after her. To make things worse, there were others at that corner with her (they were outside in front of a club) and it was blatantly obvious that he was approaching her in an attempt to romance her up. He froze and everyone’s eyebrows rose with eyes widening in their sockets; uncomfortably and anxiously grinning, they stared him down. He just stood there.
His friend came to the rescue and literally pulled him away from the scene (laughing hysterically) and they went on a pub crawl. In the wee hours of the morning, inebriated, and jovial, the pair of lush buddies found their way back to the same greasy spoon to sober up on sh-tty coffee and nachos.
Still buzzing, they ventured into the night and there she was again. This time she just stared at him with a curiosity in her eyes. He took a deep breath, raised his arms and exposed his palms and said "Hi" with a humiliated "you just made me look like a f-ckin moron" chuckle.
You could tell she was pleased when her full red lips twisted into a seductive and amused smile, and had a hesitant yet curious twinkle in her eyes.
He approached her and after a short introduction (and disclaimer that he wasn't trying to tie her up and eat her later) the flawless flirtation began. It was so successful that his wingman strolled off and soon after…her laughter drown out anyone’s hope of ease dropping. Until the big laugh!
I'm not sure what caused it... all I know is that he our guys humor was in its prime form and she couldn't restrain her responses any longer (side note: her laugh was loud but controlled and sweet, almost too sweet) and she lifted her head to the sky, protected her stomach with an open hand and laughed loud, hearty, and deep; very deep; extremely deep; too deep for a female.
And all that had eyes could see our guys smile fade, and his eyebrows flatten as a look of bewilderment and intrigue took control of his face. It wasn't so much the laugh as we've all heard the female octaves drop from soprano to baritone -add anger. It was what he saw...on her neck...where an Adams apple shouldn't be!
Immediately becoming uncomfortable he went straight for the kill (not literally, but figuratively) and asked "di-ahhh-did, ummm...do you have, uhhh...are you a guy?"
Now...before we continue, let's review. Man sees girl at a distance. Man approaches girl; girl flees. Man gets drunk almost to the point of poisoning and sees girl again. Man approaches girl...in the dark....while senses are hampered by alcohol...and as he speaks with girl, he begins to sober. Girl has an Adams apple.
Okay... so after he asked her about her sex, “Are you a guy?”and she says "No, but I use to be," one of her hands is now supporting her, ummm... his, ummm....their lower back and the other is waving their index finger in the air "hold up" she says with a sass "why you tripping for? What you doin here if you aint into this?"
This is when our guy realizes his wingman is across the street laughing. He also realizes that's it's been some years since he was in this part of town, then he realizes that the thumping club she’s been standing in front of is "Berlin," Chicago’s gay and transvestite club (imagine the Rocky Horror Picture Show on steroids).
He explains that he's not gay and that she is the most beautiful dude he's ever seen (he obviously didn't know what else to say since he didn't have his copy of "Homo Etiquette For Dummies" handy) and he looked as if he was puckering his butt cheeks so much he'd fart out of his mouth…because everything he had just said was pretty much sh-t!
After making peace with her/him after offending her/him unintentionally, He then asks why she/he ran from him in the first place. She/He said matter-of-factly "I thought use was a cop. You look like da police, and I ain't standing here just to looking pretty...hunnn…you got money?" He stepped back with hands up in the air, palms facing her, frantically nodding a refusal and stuttering “I-I’m ahhh..I’m not gay! She/He laughed it off, turned around and shook her/his rump as she/he walked away. She/He was a prostidude.
The moral to this story...know where all the gay bars are and avoid talking to anyone standing in front of it unless you're into that sort of thing.
Oh wait a second... That's not why I posted this. The real moral here is projecting your wants on another human being without acknowledging and excepting the reality of who they are (in this case a gay guy hooker who had a sex change into a tranny) will lead you down the road to no-no-ville.
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Mabus, Music, and My favorite sketches...
It's 3:26pm and I'd love to give you some ear candy! But... I can't. It Just isn't finished yet. The Lithopedian session went well, and we worked on a new tracks: "Pro Spiritubus," and "Into Twilight With Secret Fire."
We did remaster (and when I say remaster, I really mean lazily and totally unprofessionally convert the sloppy mix into a wav and mp3 file) the first Lithopedian song "Thief of Silence." I must admit that this is the creepiest work I've worked on yet. If I can get my partner to give the nod (yeah, most musicians work in pairs/twos like the d-mn Sith!) I'll post a sample of the track at http://www.myspace.com/secretcog with all of the other sample tracks.
My GQ pose.
She's a dirty lil'Tramp!
Lastly http://www.mabusincarnate.com/ If your into anything and everything from science to conspiracies; from theology to metaphysics, then visit this site. There's a chat service and the forums are loaded with brainy goodness. Joining is free, and be warned... this place is addictive!
Unrelated sketch of me slaying zombies by Rez at http://www.rnabrand.com/
We did remaster (and when I say remaster, I really mean lazily and totally unprofessionally convert the sloppy mix into a wav and mp3 file) the first Lithopedian song "Thief of Silence." I must admit that this is the creepiest work I've worked on yet. If I can get my partner to give the nod (yeah, most musicians work in pairs/twos like the d-mn Sith!) I'll post a sample of the track at http://www.myspace.com/secretcog with all of the other sample tracks.Another unrelated sketch done by Rez at http://www.rnabrand.com/ of the Host of the Mabus Incarnate Show: BLC...
Regarding the samples on the above mentioned web site... They are just samples. Unfinished bits on a page I'm not promoting (haven't promoted jack since Monkey Mouse) and they are there for two reasons: 1) I'm an insanely busy person, and this pushes me to make time for my musical endeavors; and 2) It helps me brainstorm with other musicians I speak to all over this giant rock we live on.
My GQ pose.That said... I'd like to give a shout out to my side thang...
She's a dirty lil'Tramp!As for the SecretCog project... it's coming people. Be patient. I promise you'll hate it just as much as you hate me!
Lastly http://www.mabusincarnate.com/ If your into anything and everything from science to conspiracies; from theology to metaphysics, then visit this site. There's a chat service and the forums are loaded with brainy goodness. Joining is free, and be warned... this place is addictive!
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