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Thoughts on truth and knowledge

Every stroke of the pen brings me closer to the realization that thought is the pathway to all peace. The rigors of survival require ingenuity and fortitude. The constant nature of thought within empty spaces of freedom, untethered to the directed realization that thrive on mutual ignorance, protect us from disaster.

It’s alone where ideas are bold and independent. Consensus is for the weak. To dilute your thought with the intention of others is to rob the world of truth. This is not to say we should reject or dismiss the value of opinion; we shouldn’t concern ourselves with the response to our thought. Great thoughts are validated by time.

Boldness is not a character reserved for the warrior. The thinking man must attack his ideas with the same doggedness as an individual in a life and death battle. These warriors, of words or war, don’t protect their victories or care how they survived, they move on to the next battle with their lessons in hand.

We, citizens of the world, are in a battle with no armor or weapons. There’s a war being waged against our philosophical sense like none in history. An organized offensive that challenges our base of knowledge using opinion and persuasion to attack and infiltrate our sense of what it means to be human, spiritual, and patriotic. They wish to define your thought, direct your thought for their own financial and philosophical profit.

This is the critical hour for critical thinking. We need an Army of thinkers to launch a barrage of thought onto a field of dreamers. Wake up the sense of the common man against the well funded army of idiots using entertainment as a research laboratory for imaginary subjects creating imaginary truths.

Truth stems from reality, not vice versa. Only those brazen enough to blind the masses believe otherwise. Reality doesn’t change and truth relies on this priori path of circular enlightenment. Questioning truth is fundamental. Validating those questions leads to knowledge. However, the question is where the work begins, and just because you have an answer doesn’t mean you have a truth.

The warriors who hold truth must continue to rule while the dreamers challenge reality. It can’t be the opposite or compromise. It must be the rigors of true knowledge that lead us. This does not mean we stifle thought like an oppressive beast of ignorance. Free thought has value, like speculation, or fantasy.

I’m looking for those stalwart minds that stand firm on the grounds of truths. Those minds that evaluate consensus and speak up for realities within the truths of our times. Too many minds have been computerized into submission. Merely aping responses without thought are the fortitude to test what they’ve regurgitated.

We are a world within ourselves capable of creating within the constructs of our environment. We are capable of hypothesizing possibilities within and outside of these constructs. We are capable of destruction as well as construction if we lack the adherence to basic principles as protections from dreamers and mad men.

There are a myriad of examples of great thinkers whom we learned much from. However, if we would have followed them into the path of illusion we surely would live in a crueler world, Nietzsche comes to mind.

There are great ways to think and great thoughts. There are simple ways of thinking and simple thoughts. We can learn from each of these if knowledge and truth are our honest pursuits. You are what you think so protect your senses with a heart towards humanity.

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Continence

Realms lie outside reality.
Escape plans never run,
but dreams can’t hurt,
Or can they.

Speculation teases reality
with possibly as bait
for impossible journeys,
Outside the mind.

Dimensions elude us by design.
For those who care to leave,
this world has dichotomies
our minds intuitively fear to travel.

It’s safe within hope and fear.
Boundaries are like blankets
that cover or smother
what’s outside; us.

There’s a world within us
that many fear to travel
and other dwell to death.

The balancing scale lay twisted
as a legacy to sanity
and history feared by soft hearts
mocking ghosts they can’t touch.

So now truth is twisted and polished
for purposes and intents weaker
Than the weapons they carry.

Calloused hands are carved in statues to be admired
and stroked by manicured realities
so far fetched even dogs lie down.

The sliding scale of reality mesmerizes thick brains
and thin skin
creating beautiful dreams.

I remember now though
beauty is a mask
and a smile can blind
those that lack focus.

The path home is gone,
a portal closed to actions
and relegated to words
of the loudest idiot.

I just hope somewhere in the text
are inspirations understood
by future patriots willing and able
to stand true in the face of ignorance, otherwise we’re doomed.

Ism’s and Ist’s

The ism and their ist’s imagining life is lived through manicured paths of thought. Not a step taken out of turn as passerby’s quickly move from place to time. Fluid thought reacts to forks and bends with the decisiveness of experience.

Capturing the echo of thought is like grasping smoke. Empty handed we read the signals of what was thought and only written. Folks dreaming of magic words and incantations of harmony dissipate in the silence that screams common sense.

Love is as violent as hate is silent. People get in the way of love for these brains in a jar, always somewhat short of the imagined, but here lies the beauty, a brain without eyes or flesh can’t know it’s an ugly process.

Hate hides behind anger like a barking dog chained and muzzled. Without teeth the power of fear becomes a memory or dread. These hands of wisdom never get bitten by truth they walk, they muse safely at the other end of the leash.

In a plastic world the idea of emotion molds imitations of life. Art can reflect life, but like a mirror, can only mimic reality. To truly live we must shed our reflection and wrap it up tightly in our image for disposal.

And are we not thinkers? One mind vibrating across the universe so obvious to the stars. This concentric egocentric warped existence that leaves most dizzy. The power to stop the world from spinning out of control is simply closing your eyes. Like the pre operational child who covers her eyes, no one can see you and the world is yours to create, if only for a phase.

So it’s in my space, within my circle that my world revolves. I’ll love and hate equally, adore and detest with out regard, and never will I compromise my beliefs for another man’s promise of enlightenment. I am human without a suffix to corral my freedom at distances so far I think I’m roaming the range. Words and letters are silent tools at times for those gathering.

I refuse to be cultivated, corralled, or muzzled. My thoughts are the last bastion of defense. Vigilance within doesn’t rely on physical prowess, but silently creates and destroys the barrage of intent. So here I stand, on thoughts that are free, with my feet firmly planted in the soil of dissonance open to the melodies of life.

March Madness

I’m disappointed in the feminist movement. I’ve been following their movements since the “bra burning” days. This march on D.C is another in the long list of failures. I don’t think it’s due to their ideals, but we just witnessed hundreds of thousands of woman organize and march, and what was the message, they marched!

There is a core out there who are passionate about the exploitation of young girls. This is a valid argument and a national problem. 1 out of 3 is real! Our tween age an teen age girls are a sought out commodity and need protection that all to often doesn’t come from home.

There are woman passionate about reproductive rights, and justifiably so a woman’s health is just that, hers. The sad but obvious sentiment missing is that in many of these cases there are men who should be heard supporting their woman, but they cower in the background like the women got pregnant on their own. That old country song “Stand By Your Man” needs a remake, “Stand By Your Partner”, man up bitch!!!

The “Glass ceiling” has been shattered for a while now. Yes, there are shards still in the framework, but it balances out with other prejudices like color, religion, or socio economic history. Instead of celebrating the woman who ran Donald Trump’s campaign, the “uber left feminist” demonized her and any other woman who is successful. Ain’t nothing free “baby”, you gotta earn it. A vagina never got anyone to far no matter how they tried to use it, especially on a hat!

So how does the history of this movement keep getting usurped. The avant guard in the seventies, the “intelligencia” in the nineties, and in this century the postmodernist are ruling the narrative through remnants of all these groups. The universities that we subsidize are a bastion of professors that believe that science is objective and truth is a lie. The avant guard pops out of Hollywood as all sorts of characters. The intelligencia is rewarded for perpetrating the narrative and punished for not supporting the narrative.

Make no mistake this is coordinated and the division Obama created by moving to the extreme left, and the extreme right taking the bait, created a gap where everyone could just waltz right in. Then the “bandwagon was rolling with “Boomer” at the reins!

The other players are an echo from the past. The “Black Lives Matter” crowd seem to have usurped the outdated “Civil Rights Era” narrative. The whole nothing is as it seems postmodern narrative fits in well with them.

Atheist made great strides in demonizing Christianity, they show deference to the Muslims, and act like kids at a teen idol concert when it comes to eastern religion. They’re good till you ask them if you can have atheism without having a God, then they use the postmodern formula of deconstruction and take apart the content ignoring the question.

The real danger to this is we, “True Americans”, are put at risk by the naïveté of these groups. Postmodernism is a European movement attempting to get a foothold in America to change our culture and further socialize the world as a rebellion to capitalism.

Black Lives Matter has been infiltrated, if not originated, by the militant Christian and Muslim movement. They share the methods of there is no truth and the organizations that make up our culture are persecuting their groups.

The Muslim movement in America is not a foreign influence, it’s perpetrated through the prison system among black leadership within a gang that assumed a religious origin for protection. One of the popular moves throughout this culture is ex patriating. They use treaties signed in the 18th century to establish their indigent status and then file paperwork to recoup their birth certificate, SSN, and any other document that formed what they refer to as the “contract with the American Corporation”.

It may seem that I’ve strayed from the feminist movement being usurped since it’s inception, but race, gender, and politic have consistently usurped the narrative of feminist. It’s part of a larger movement that seeks to use questionable situations to highlight a narrative of division against our way of life. Don’t be fooled!

Is there room for improvement in our culture, certainly. Are there folks who are greedy making fortunes off the backs of soldiers, the poor, and middle class, always has been. We have much to work on in America. The truth is that a subjective world leaves our freedom vulnerable.

Celebrating yourself marching as a group is an egocentric activity. Selfies with vulgar signs and platitudes don’t tell others what your issues are in a coherent manner. Leading a march of hundreds of thousands of citizens who are ignorant of the larger goal is not activism, it’s sedition.

I hope the feminist movement can reflect on these last weeks and weed out the leadership that had other objectives besides the welfare of woman. You have foreign influence within your ranks that have once again usurped your cause. In fact, if you don’t wake up from your ignorance you could make life for females in parts of America worse by inviting foreign religious practices that devalue woman to the level of livestock. Regain control of your mind along with your body and we’re behind you 100%, otherwise your cause will once again fade into the history of the avant guards dream of a socialist utopia.

Postmodernism is Nothing

I’ve been confused about this postmodernism movement and how it came about. I started being suspicious when those 60’s and 70’s feminist and separatist popped up again, I thought I was done with them. I was really hopeful if never hear “Dylan” again!

It seems the watershed moment was the “gay marriage” movement. That opened the door for those idiots to attack government, science, and religion at full speed, they made some progress too.

One of the key strategies of these yawhoos is to convince folks that there’s no such thing as truth. This is fundamental to them attacking religion with the support of atheist. It helped them push the “gay narrative” by adding LGBT to their agenda. Feminist could latch on unknowingly proclaiming that it’s a crime to display male characteristics. Ethnic groups could cry foul about white males running the country by finding every black man shot and blow the narrative up to some hyperbolic frenzy about police brutality. Poor folks could justify their poverty by finding a couple corrupt white dudes with power.

The postmodernist gain some attention because the extreme right and left in this country created a void where radical and foreign forces could start a dialog, neither of these groups are good for America.

Make no mistake, this movement was orchestrated by the postmodernist utilizing the media to exaggerate the divide in the country. Hell, being a protester became a paid profession, if that ain’t suspicious I don’t know what is. Not to mention the fact that where you’re sitting right now there were no problems of the nature they’re espousing.

Think of it like a group of directors creating a movie unbeknownst to the actors. They just guide a few folks towards a perceived injustice, pay a couple actors to create the scene, then have some covert yuppie get a few minutes air time and “bladow”, you got a movement. They did this with race, gender, science and technology all to further their narrative that there is nothing true.

The narratives make sense sometimes. Like 9/11. The way those towers fell was suspicious. The only problem is you can’t take those 3 planes full of terrorists out of the air. They capitalize on this suspicion by finding the dollars made at war and claiming foul play, which their most certainly is. However, review casualty counts of our wars and compare them. Those dollars made on war save lives on both sides.

Some folks say that our aggression is greedy, or subversive. I hope it is. If you can justify the atrocities in these backwards nations by complaining about the amount of money we’re recouping you probably wear a “Che” t-shirt and are sad you couldn’t meet Fidel before he hopefully choked to death.

There are truths in this world. No matter how you divide consciousness or attack the ego for driving the train you’ll alway be the id. And it’s children who are suppose to live in the realm of fantasy.

Truth is concrete. You can live without a God. You can live without science and dream of nothingness so you don’t have to do anything. You can live without law believing karma will make it all right. You can even sit on a desert rock cross legged to find something interesting to say. That’s the beauty of America. We’ll be there to protect you while you do nothing but try to ruin 200 years of progress in the world. We won’t let you succeed, but you can have your own “American Dream”, something you can’t do most other places.

The postmodernist movement is a lingering side effect of the avant guards attempt to subvert America. Back in the day they used the entertainment industry. The problem now is that other institutions in our nation have weakened and became complacent.

These folks think socialism should replace capitalism. They are to young not to be influenced by those older yuppies who thought they could create a utopia by doing nothing sharing the labors of others. We shut them up with progress back then, and we’ll do it again. Just remember they don’t dress like hippies now, they have suits and ties and will lie about their intentions to attain power. That’s why they have no problems with the Muslim faiths belief that attaining for Allah is something you do at any cost. He or she isn’t necessarily white either, he could be a black man at the right place at the right time.

Either way destruction of my freedom is what they want to achieve. So step up your game and stay aware of your surroundings. The revolutionary with a crazy intent isn’t the danger, it’s the friend or family member who buys into shit they don’t even study about who’s trouble, and they don’t realize it till it’s to late, like the “Kool-Aide” folks.

Übermensch

Übermensch

I don’t take dietary suggestions from fat men. Not would I invest my money through a gambler. I feel the same way of philosophy. This German recluse living in Switzerland whose become popular amongst the millennials and 90 babies is a non sequitur.

I think he would fit right in today though. He could hide in dark rooms wearing a superman cape snap chatting masculine photos while enjoying his weekly glass of milk.

It’s really a shame that folks are dragging this guy out of his madness as some sort of yuppie icon. By all accounts he was a contradiction to his own musings. How can you demonstrate your own will outside of a society. You can’t, you’d go nuts, just as he did.

I don’t mean to negate the guy as a thinker. Hell, I can learn how not to be overweight by watching a fat man eat. And this I think is the best approach to this guy. Read him in a mirror.

Zarathustra, really, that’s just ridiculous. I understand he was filling a void in philosophy after the revolutions where philosophy failed to provide a solution. So he hid in dark corners and wrote brave suppositions, but is that really an übermensch, or is it a mad man looking for what he wished he could achieve. More likely he’d know a guy who knew a guy.

I’m not gonna pick on a psychiatric patient, that’s just plain insensitive. His mental state shouldn’t be part of his ridicule, but it is part of who he was. His own desire to demonstrate strength of will broke his own. Again, I can learn what not to do from anyone’s mistakes.

I am not implying that I am an übermensch, or that my thoughts could hold a candle to his heyday. I am bemused by how this guy rose to prominence writing philosophies that contradicted who he was. I’m assuming that getting published and writing something about God being dead during his time is akin to the “I kissed a girl” hype created by female pop singers in our time. There never was such thing as bad publicity.

I don’t like or dislike this guy. I just get a kick out of the hype surrounding raising a mad man from his grave for clarity within a time 100 years after his last incoherent babble. Maybe that’s how he becomes the übermensch. Some sort of twisted Schopenhauer Buddhist reincarnation.

In the end he is as others, interpreted. This is the danger of reading mad men. We never really can rely on meaning. Following this guy maybe akin to joining a cult or sitting at the feet of some guru, who knows. I’ll take him with a grain of salt and throw the rest over my shoulder.

Island

Now, more than ever, you must be an island. The wind and waves are foul. The warmth is a false blanket for shivering in the rain. Storms come and go, and even though the sun will shine again, it will be on debris.

I listen to the thunder and the crashing of waves intently. All I hear is noise. You can’t learn from wind and water fighting to be heard, all you ever get is wet and cold.

This is separate from chaos or anarchy. They have a purpose, a goal to attain. This storm lacks the elements to become nothing more than a nuisance. Nothing can become of noise without a coherent voice.

It’s not enough to stay indoors and create a drama from what unfolds behind sliding glass doors and vomit into the glow of a glass brain. You have to free your mind from that fish bowl.

Step away, find an anchor on high ground where the noise is distant. Find that place where you can see the storm for what it is. Stay above the fray and when you feel the spray of the crashing foam, move higher. Stay on firm ground.

As time passes and the storm subsides you can watch the different elements and how they recede or sweep away the debris. Once you know how the storm develops, devastates, and departs you’ll know better how to fortify your island.

From this point forward you won’t be fooled by soft breezes or passing clouds. You’ll see right through the surf into the churning froth underneath. And when the storm comes you’ll be prepared for the truth. It’s just weather. Blue skies and sunshine are alway glimmering above the tantrums of nature.

I am an island. I am is more than a statement. I am is a manifesto that I created the land I stand on and although forces beyond me may revolve around this earth, this place is mine and nothing can shake my resolve that truth is like the sun, ever present and undying even when it’s clouded by the nature of others.