More Propaganda, because my step-sister thinks that I'm "mislead" by my secular Philosophy - or maybe just my lack of capital G. O.. D...

The PKParty - in what hopefully proves a successful distraction - has decided to post some information about the views of it's rhetorical founder: me. The party of four, or maybe five if you include my one and only faithful reader (you're all I ever want and need in a reader Aimee), and we still haven't heard nearly enough to constitute a philosophical basis. So, some thoughts.

Starting at the beginning.

If I could travel into the past, I'd travel to see famous court cases and meet "influential" figures from history. Funny thing is, to really improve my intuition about history (not just my knowledge of those elements of history that have made it into our collective story many many years later), I'd have to go back in time and just become a regular average bloke of the day. Today we read about events or more likely see somebody's video clip, and these things become who we are, and what our legacy will be into ...

you, know, this isn't going the right way here.

Let me start over.

Starting in the middle of everything...

This is what I've learned. In Social Psychology class, I learned that some people like me are high-self-monitors, meaning they really take what other people think to heart, and consequently get most of their rewards and jollies by being surrounded by people who like them. Also interesting is that scientifically, people in a group will let a fellow human being die by inaction in a large enough crowd of anonymity (like at a football game or something - not that I really give a fluck about football). It is sad, but in Social Psychology we learn that people aren't that put off enough by inflicting other people pain, if an authority tells them that what is happening is important. I can't remember the name of the contraption that delivers electrical shocks, but I now wonder if maybe just being put into a small room with a weird humming machine, a camera, and a person in a white lab coat doesn't freak you out enough to make you do just about anything at first, and that once you realize what you're doing (which may not happen if you're sufficiently scared) you'd say something. I mean, maybe people in the 60's and 70's were complete pushovers, but...

I'm tired of the religion vs. no religion thing. Nobody today could give a concise definition of any loaded word like Liberal or Conservative, (that would be a great experiment by the way - do a random survey and calculate how fuzzy the definitions of certain words are...there's probably people already doing that though huh...), nobody could give a concise definition of these loaded words like religion or evolution or christian or non-christian or ...

anyway, the problem with this, and coupled with the fact that human beings require In-Group/Out-Group thinking (more Social Psychology), is that whenever people talk about these things, they are only rarely well-defined in both context to the discussion at hand, and with context to the other types of conversations being held by similar people. In that way, on a higher plateau of abstraction if you will, the small problem of fuzziness of definition becomes a big problem of fuzziness of definition. How do dimensions of reality among billions of people and millions of families and hundreds of thousands of cities, and tens of thousands of States, and thousands of Countries, maybe hundreds, dozens of Oceans, a few Continents, one whole world, among the ?limitless? stars...how fast does that become complicated, and where we started, two people talking about their dogged or undogged beliefs about everything (insert Universe here)...and they aren't even talking about the same thing? How does that ever work at all? Surely, even the masses can do better.

With regard to discipline, I find it a difficult prospect to set guidelines for a child, one that will come to this house via stork, and still want to be it's clown too...

I hate it when the people who stare into an ultrasound and smile and say, (shudder) "god has a special purpose for you," and then in the same lifetime turn on "enemies" or fellow citizens and shout with anger, "god has a special purpose for you, sucker." On the other hand, I secretly quite like it when my own cadre, which is all about community and equality and a collaborative spirit, can say no, no, we're going home now, you guys get paid more than we do so you're stuck with this task.

You see, shit rolls downhill, but it can be thrown back a little ways, or even just flung while shouting ewww, i've got crap on my foot.

The Insurance Companies must die. Put 'em in a ring with the lions and see who comes out victorious.

I want to see a movie, a 1 in 300 kind of movie, about a Woody Allen looking guy who dominates the gladiator ring in the Chariot Days of Rome.

The Bible is really really neat guys, but don't you the that human authors are a wee bit more up to date from, say, even just the last thousand years or so. Can we maybe at least skip to the industrial revolution to find out what the Creator that determines the precise nature of all of our Afterlives might think about things. Are we expected to keep translating dead languages from crumbling scrolls, or even paying attention to Medieval King Publishing Houses, on and on into the year 10,000 when we're all made of straws and puffing up like galaxies... oh right, the apocalypse, now or whenever, right. good luck with that. call us when you want to come home.

I think priests from old religions should start being referred to by enlightened people as Church Captains.

Take Math-amphetamines to stimulate your logical brain. My buddy worked on an alphabet sudoku puzzle today. It's cells defied counting, and it used A-Y instead of 1-9; a whole milkshake worth of brain freeze in every move.

My aim in creating a political party is to start convincing people that yes, we can, doesn't have to be capitalized, donated to, worked hard on, or made impossible by corporate media. The nerds have done their part in bringing up the internet, dreamed of by sci-fi dreamers ever since computers were made of data card stock and gears, and, ...iron beasts...John Lennon was a dreamer...but didn't write sci-fi...

anyway, My aim in creating a political party is to start a little something over. Here's what that little something is, viewed through a microscope:

Two people who are somewhat acquaintances, both educated by roughly the same system, or possibly educated roughly by the same system, decide both sincerely that they want to come to terms with how each of them views the world. The one says, I believe x. and the other says, y, why I oughtta - you know what pisses me off about you x's is that you don't y. And x says, but y, y, y , y , y , y! So I say x. and then Y says. Y! Y ! Y!!Y!YY!Y!!!!. and then x says X! x x x X! ! !!! x X!. and the reason neither of them can say anything else is because they haven't been taught all that ancient greek stuff and modern peace-knik organic shit neither, and they don't have the same definition of the same word, and their both trapped by Social Psychology, and each one is willing to let the other have it every chance the get. But they don't see their own history, and the fact that every argument is more like hitting back for the last thing you heard them say. We are humans, we do get cranky.

But, hopefully along can come Z, and suddenly X and Y don't have so much to fear because they're all a bit different from each other. Z gives X and Y something to talk about, and in order to get together, X and Y don't have to hold both hands with each other and cause so much static electricity. Instead they each take one of Z's hands, and then hold hands with each other with just one hand, and even if they let go for a minute they still have a hand to hold, and they can maybe all conceive an A together...

okay this turned into an allegory, and then a weird allegory, and now I really need to sleep...

Party Members will

random things I thought of lately:

The Comic Strip will be called Orange Star Tricks, and i'll...uh...it'll get figured out. so I'll get some help or something.

I think they should be something between talking points, allegories, and satire. But it should be really really entertaining somehow. Think Gary Larsen. Maybe we'll misspell his name and use that as our Pen Name/Collective Moniker. I'd want it to work like a Platonic dialogue, or maybe a sitcom from the 80's; between those.

Moving on.

Party members reserve the right to form themselves into a huge Corporation whose sole purpose is influencing politics and attempting to use mind control to turn people into money generating (copper-top!) batteries. And by money, I mean politics, because they're the same. Which brings us too...

Party members reserve the right to create their own legal tender or to use the barter system with each other. Where official United States currency is required to assist in paying for social services and social programs (e.g. for those party members choosing to pay taxes to any of the various agencies that collect them on behalf of We the Peoples' Government), we'll use currency, otherwise: FREEFORALL!! In the eyes of our opponents, we would insert a film clip of inner-city and university residents rioting and looting. Then we'll laugh at our irony that they wouldn't get because we know that nothing is further from the truth. Replacing their money system with our own money system goes like this: we have to have the discipline to not want, need, desire, or gift things purchased with their money. Their money is filthy. Ours can be relatively non-filthy for at least a hundred years before it should be replaced (since it will be filthy, given that nothing stops the march of history).

Party members are hereby given the right to massage the neck and shoulders of any other party member, regardless of their, or the recipient's, gender. If they shall massage each others' shoulders more than twenty times each, they shall be considered common law married, but will have no right to any of their new partner's stuff.

Party members may save money by cutting their own hair, or not cutting it at all.

Party members may use their hair as fire-starting material in an emergency.

Party members should know CPR so they can save someone's life, then ask that person to join the party in return for saving their life.

Party members are allowed to consider really good TV shows as holy texts, but are encouraged to view commercial-free, and choose wisely. However, excessive use of the holy view screen is strictly forbidden. Seriously. Computers are pretty much okay, depending on your relationship to it.

I started my day today by listening to Thom Hartman (Hartmann?) talk to Ralph Nader on the radio - the Air America station, in case your neighborhood radio station doesn't carry Thom Hartman, broadcasting every weekday from Portland, Oregon. They were discussing the shit that went down today in the Supreme Court, about how a Corporation won a law suit again a TV station for refusing to air some stuff.

Well, I don't know enough about all that, but Nader listed several ways around this new bogus-ness, and part of me steps back and says - hey, maybe we can use this too. What if they all want us to be pissed about it, but it could be looked at in other ways too. What if this proves something about the Judiciary, and what if it makes it more obvious to more people that the People need to do something before it's too late to do anything. What if this gets even conservative people to push through public financing of campaigns. What if, what if, what if. Either way, nothing can really stop us from seizing the moment, since all they who are the powers that be, want us to do is believe any reason there is to not seize the moment and take back the politics of a wacked-out a-political country. That's right. As of Sarah Palin, I'd say we're a-political now.

In fact, maybe party members will mark the year of the election of Barack Obama as the day between B.S.P. (before Sarah Palin) and A.S.P. (too weird?). Either way, since I'm going through my fourth Alaska winter, and Sarah Palin is purportedly from Alaska, down the highway a ways from where I currently am, maybe the only two good things to come out of Alaska will be a divergent, robust political party that sweeps through the non-voters and voters alike, and the one woman who looked so stinkingly like Pandora and her proverbial Box, that everyone finally woke up to shrill cackle of her laughter as she...cackled with laughter? I don't know. she cackles I guess.

many more party members will... to come later. Some just stored in the phone and need to get transferred.

I Bring To You A Message Of Hope

First of all, wealth abounds in the United States. Those who seek to part you from your wealth prefer if you feel otherwise, but we are in no danger of running out of stuff in the United States. It is only recently in human history that wealth has become such a complicated idea. In the olden days, humans, the animals we are and aren't any different from our forbears, humans needed food and warmth and each other. Once farming came along, our idea of wealth was plenty to eat, and some extra for preserving or fermenting (luxury). At some point we became fans of jewelry, clothing, tools, and weapons. Now, for a very long time, that was the sum total of wealth and what wealth could be. A very long time. Food, jewelry, clothing, tools, and weapons, together with how fancy your abode is, was all wealth meant for a long time. There was also State wealth, a different kind of wealth, or the wealth of a King, but even for Ancient Egypt, compared to the modern costs associated with living a luxurious lifestyle, the Pharoah was pretty frugal, choosing instead to spend vast riches on pointy buildings that he'd try to live forever in.

Every Public chooses how to spend it's collective wealth. There is a much more complicated version of that truth, but for now, let's just keep in mind that people have overcome every institutional and beuracratic paradigm that has come before.

The United States is filled with many people who think our land and peoples are threatened by outsiders (or from within, but we quickly associate those insiders as quacks or having been affected by outsiders). Statistically speaking, as near as I can figure, most of the people who think this the most, vehemently, are also far less likely to know any facts or even events going on in the world around them. By some magic property of algebra, therefore, I presume to state without proof that the above implies that we are in fact not under threat. Near as I can figure, the United States gets a housing bubble bursting, like an economic pimple on our big powerful face, and the whole world goes for a tailspin: China makes legislation, the E.U. takes a hit, and even places like Dubai suddenly look like the monopoly guy when he's shrugging with his out-turned pockets empty. Nobody is going to come and hurt us, except maybe the stray suicide bomber, but they can't really take out more than a few hundred of us, or thousands in the most extreme case I can think of - so destroying any sizable chunk of the United States at that point would literally take thousands of suicide bombers, or tens of thousands. Good luck getting that many humans to do that. I'm sure the T-Party has the right idea on how to create that kind of zealot.

My point is, no one is coming to get us, we decide what happens here, and the big awful bullies that we think the hate-mongers are, are so dependent on us that even a little zit sends them all flurrying and panicking. They are the ones who can't live without wealth. We are the ones who need only food and warmth and each other.