HEROES--Rachael Ray

People who know me will tell you that I have a major crush on Rachael Ray. That chick is awesome. She is an ideal woman, and if I ever had to marry, Rachael Ray (or some chick like her) would be the one. Let me tell you why Rachael is so fucking awesome.

Rachael embodies an autotelic personality. This is rare for many people but especially women. Rachael is happy, and I don't mean that ooey gooey smiley happiness. She is happy in that Aristotelian sense. If you doubt this, consider that Rachael does a daytime talk show, three shows for Food Network, a magazine where she writes the bulk of the material, and writes cookbooks. This is what I know just from the top of my head. I hear she does a bunch of other stuff as well behind the scenes. The woman is superbusy. How does she find the energy?

The woman's energy comes from that autotelic thing I mentioned. The woman lives in a constant state of flow. Her enthusiasm is infectious, but she is also very down-to-earth. She shows a great deal of humility pointing out her lack of training as a serious chef and her failures in the kitchen. None of this deters her. Plus, it helps that she is not Oprah.

Rachael is one of those women who I admire not just as a pretty woman with a pleasant personality but also as someone who lives robustly. She has a zeal for life that few others have. If you ever want to see happiness in a living person, you need look no further than Rachael Ray.

People know me for my love of food, but I have so much more I want to share. Our show's going to be all about taking a bigger bite out of life. I want people to see themselves in this show because life is full of messes and successes, and getting there is half the fun.

Q & A

Q: Does talking about your problems help?

A: No.

That was the short answer. Here is the long answer. Imagine you have a couple. They love each other, but they fight a lot. Will talking settle things? Nope. As someone who has been in many of these "talks," they have never been productive. I cannot recall a time when I or anyone else was able to make things better after one of these talks.

This question comes up as a result of this article that says that males tend to not want to talk about problems while females do. This produced much derision and laughter on Facebook when I shared it. People were flabbergasted that researchers wasted time, effort, and money on such stupidity. But it did spark some debate.

When it comes to people problems, talking doesn't change anything. This is because people can only change themselves. They can't change other people. Women love to talk, but this is because it reinforces their inherent tendency to be shitheads. Men placate women long enough to get them to shut up. Then, they keep on doing exactly what they want to do. Promises to change be damned. At some point, the woman wakes up to reality, and the relationship ends. For the men, the relationship ends as soon as the trouble starts. This is because they know better.

People don't listen. This is true for both men and women. Talking to someone who doesn't listen is a waste of time. So, I choose not to waste my time. You should, too.


I worry that I may be overdoing my visits to Hooters. I spent Saturday night there watching UFC on the tube despite all my previous writings about "bread-and-circuses." But it was fun until my ass started to rebel from sitting on a bar stool for all that time. Later, I would regret that time wasted because I could have gotten some reading done.

This dovetails into a larger issue that I have had a hard time trying to figure out and categorize. This is the distinction between work and leisure. Obviously, working your job for the sake of a paycheck is work. But let's say you change the oil on your own car. Clearly, this is work, but you aren't getting paid for it. But you would pay someone else to do it if you had to. The same thing can be applied to housework or whatnot.

What about exercise? Isn't that work? Or is it leisure? Spending three hours crafting a blog post? It seems like work except it doesn't pay.

The leisure side is pretty easy. Sitting in a bar doing nothing is definitely leisure. So is watching a ball game on television. Surfing is also leisure. Basically, if you do it for yourself, and you would never pay someone else to do it for you, this is leisure. But this would make running a marathon a leisure activity even though it doesn't feel leisurely.

It seems to me that activities should be aimed at some desirable end. Watching UFC does not qualify because there is no desirable end except to fill the time. That time would have been better spent learning a martial art. I think a better distinction is not between work and leisure but between the useful and the frivolous. Some activities seem useful such as woodworking while others are utterly frivolous such as watching NASCAR.

Watching sports strikes me as the most utterly frivolous activity there is. This would be followed closely by playing rounds of golf. The fact is that people would be better off playing basketball or soccer during that time.

A Renaissance man is simply one who chooses profitable activities over unprofitable activities. While other people watch television, I keep a blog. People ask me where I find the time to write so much, but I simply use the same time others use goofing off. I get the pleasure from making something while others get the pleasure (usually) from reading it.

I am overhauling the C-lifestyle right now, and I think my Hooters phase needs to end. I'm not sure what possessed me to start going there so damn much, but I think I have worked it out of my system for now. My goal is a total work oriented lifestyle in the sense that I spend all my waking time working on my projects.


1. Another minimalist blogger bites the dust. He wants to make a blog dealing with broader topics of personal interest. His name is also Charlie.

2. Dick Cheney is putting the dick back in Dick.

3. Jennifer Anston shacks up with a new beau. Lucky bastard.

4. Ron Paul must be the only guy in Washington with a memory. People want to pillory the man for calling FEMA a joke. When did everybody forget the Katrina disaster? They are putting something in the water to make people stupid.

5. Time for ass:

6. Bernanke said the recession would not create lasting damage to the economy, and he is correct. Recessions restore the economy. It is the Fed that damages the economy.

7. Astronomers have discovered a planet made completely out of diamond. No word as to whether or not they have discovered a planet made completely out of bullshit. But they have discovered a city--Washington, DC.

8. Dick Cheney continues to defy death because Hell doesn't want him.

9. Facebook fucked up the status updates on Facebook. They just love to irritate the fuck out of me.

10. Country music vid of the day:

Quotable Quotes--Steve Jobs Edition

Apple's goal isn't to make money. Our goal is to design and develop and bring to market good products... We trust as a consequence of that, people will like them, and as another consequence, we'll make some money. But we're really clear about what our goals are.

We're gambling on our vision, and we would rather do that than make 'me too' products. Let some other companies do that. For us, it's always the next dream.

On getting fired:

[It] was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of my life.[...] It was awful tasting medicine, but I guess the patient needed it. Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don't lose faith.

On his $1 a year salary:

I make 50 cents for showing up ... and the other 50 cents is based on my performance.

A lot of companies have chosen to downsize, and maybe that was the right thing for them. We chose a different path. Our belief was that if we kept putting great products in front of customers, they would continue to open their wallets.

Apple's market share is bigger than BMW's or Mercedes's or Porsche's in the automotive market. What's wrong with being BMW or Mercedes?

Be a yardstick of quality. Some people aren't used to an environment where excellence is expected.

Design is not just what it looks like and feels like. Design is how it works.

I want to put a ding in the universe.

Innovation distinguishes between a leader and a follower.

Pretty much, Apple and Dell are the only ones in this industry making money. They make it by being Wal-Mart. We make it by innovation.

Sometimes when you innovate, you make mistakes. It is best to admit them quickly, and get on with improving your other innovations.

The people who are doing the work are the moving force behind the Macintosh. My job is to create a space for them, to clear out the rest of the organization and keep it at bay.

You can't just ask customers what they want and then try to give that to them. By the time you get it built, they'll want something new.

We think the Mac will sell zillions, but we didn’t build the Mac for anybody else. We built it for ourselves. We were the group of people who were going to judge whether it was great or not. We weren’t going to go out and do market research. We just wanted to build the best thing we could build.

Being the richest man in the cemetery doesn’t matter to me… Saying we’ve done something wonderful, that’s what matters to me.

Creativity is just connecting things. When you ask creative people how they did something, they feel a little guilty because they didn’t really do it, they just saw something. It seemed obvious to them after a while. That’s because they were able to connect experiences they’ve had and synthesize new things. And the reason they were able to do that was that they’ve had more experiences or they have thought more about their experiences than other people.

For something this complicated, it’s really hard to design products by focus groups. A lot of times, people don’t know what they want until you show it to them.

The cure for Apple is not cost-cutting. The cure for Apple is to innovate its way out of its current predicament.

I think if you do something and it turns out pretty good, then you should go do something else wonderful, not dwell on it for too long. Just figure out what’s next.

Don’t be evil is a load of crap.

I have always said if there ever came a day when I could no longer meet my duties and expectations as Apple's CEO, I would be the first to let you know. Unfortunately, that day has come. I hereby resign as CEO of Apple.

[U.] Eyes Wide Shut

wendy i'm not going to hurt you. i'm not going to hurt you wendy. the u-man just wants to bash your brains in with the k-bat. get ready to open your skulls and your MINDS. you know what time it is. it is U-TIME. unknown blogger in this motherfucker!

kubrick was the master. he knew it ALL. illuminati motherfuckers. prepare those brains and check it out:

shit is REAL!

where did hurricane irene come from? HAARP bitches!

the government made that hurricane and that earthquake to CONFUSE you. don't fall for their tricks. OPEN YOUR BRAINS.

uh-oh. somebody is cutting the CHEESE. randy gage tells you why you can't FAIL:

open that window BITCHES and receive the CHEESE! don't be a loser. don't be a HATER.

guess what. you just caught a faceful of the u-nut bukkake style. time to CLEAN UP. u-man left you wet now he has to jet. no cuddle time. there is only U-TIME. peace always to the U-FANS and shit on the HATERS. gimme some amens so i know you listening. OUT THIS MOTHERFUCKER.

[Buzzard County] Chapter 3

A redneck takes the high road, sorta-A note for Mike-Coop rethinks his life

Ernest Cooper stared out the window of his trailer. He saw the BMW across the road. It had been there all fucking day. It was night when he saw it after coming in from his shift at the sawmill. The license plate was from Connecticut. Coop popped the top on another beer. He sat down and considered the car across the road.

His own vehicle was a 1992 Chevy Silverado four wheel drive pick up. He had bought it used. It was banged up from repeated treks in the woods. Coop loved that pick up. It didn't always love him. He had to replace the tranny and the crank case. Otherwise, it was what every country boy needed along with some beer, a good dog, and the love of a good woman. It was that last part that vexed Coop.

Coop had been to Anita's a few times. It wasn't love for Anita. It was more like maintenance. Anita needed a man to keep her satisfied until her real man came along. For Coop, it was love. He knew what Anita had been through with her husband. He also felt bad for her boy Eric. Coop was fond of Eric. Not having a boy of his own, he would toss the football or baseball with Eric and teach him how to shoot a slingshot. Coop spent much time in his head considering being a husband and a father to the widow and her son. It was what he wanted. Now, Mister BMW was over there fucking his wife.

It wasn't the first time for Coop. There had been a Crown Vic once. Must have been a cop having a one nighter. Another time, it was a minivan. He smirked at that one. What kind of man drives a goddamn minivan? Then, there was the brand new Camaro. Coop couldn't say much on that one. Now, here was the BMW.

Coop wanted to go over there and smash all the windows out of that car. He wanted to beat the shit out of whoever this Connecticut yankee in King Arthur's trailer court was. But he just popped the top on another cold one and let it drain straight down his pipe. Fuck it.

All those men had something in common. They were somebodies. Coop was a nobody with his muddy ass workboots, his old pick up truck, and his dirty job at the sawmill. A woman like Anita didn't want a man like him. She wanted a man that was established. Guys like Coop were just appetizers along the way to the main course. Anita needed a man with money. She didn't need a man like Coop who was nothing.

"How did I get here?" Coop asked himself.

Coop stared at the beer can for a bit. He drank the last bit of beer and crushed the aluminum in his fist.

"I'm tired of this shit," he mumbled to himself.

Coop rummaged in a closet and pulled out an aluminum baseball bat. He pulled another beer from the fridge and marched out of his trailer and across the road to take it out on the BMW. That fucking Yankee was going to feel some goddamn Southern wrath. Coop pulled the bat back and was fixing to bring it down on the back window of the car. Then, he stopped.

"This car smells like shit," Coop said as he caught a whiff from the open window.

Coop thought better of his plan. The Yankee didn't know him, and he didn't know the Yankee. He was just getting some pussy just like Coop had before. They weren't any different. Smashing those windows out wouldn't do nothing but get his ass in jail. Plus, the car reeked of a shit smell that just wouldn't go away. Coop went back to his trailer and got a pencil and some paper. He wrote this note:

Dear yankee, Your car smells like a shithouse. It must suck to be riding around in such a fancy automobile looking respectable to the world but smelling that shit smell inside. Ain't that the way it is with all things? What looks good don't always smell good. Sincerely, A FRIEND

Coop left the note under the windshield wiper of the car. Then, he returned to his trailer to rethink his life and have another goddamn beer.

Chapter 4

Random Thoughts on Various Subjects


It is my personal belief that Steve Jobs will not live out the year. In fact, he probably won't live out the month. For that guy to turn his resignation, he has to be hellacious sick. Either way, his passing of the torch is a blow to both Apple and the world of tech.

The media is already summing up the man's life. Without a doubt, he is up there with people like Henry Ford. Jack Welch said that Jobs was the greatest CEO he had ever seen, and I am in agreement that Jobs was the best. That guy provided visionary leadership. Steve Jobs will always hold a very large place in the annals of business.

The next aspect of the issue is the future of Apple. Can they keep on being great? Many people point to Steve's ouster as Apple went to shit back in the day. That has gone down in the history of business as one of the greatest clusterfucks of all time. But hindsight is 20/20 as we would not be saying this had Jobs not come back and turned Apple into what it is today. But it points to the larger fact that people like Jobs are not tolerated in Corporate America. Corporate America is office politics not leadership.

People worry that Apple will slide into oblivion because of what happened before when Jobs left. But there is another company that Jobs led and left. This is Pixar. To this day, they still live up to the standards that Jobs left for them. I think Apple will do the same thing.

A lot is said about Jobs and his vision and his dictatorial style. Of all the people in the world, Jobs comes closest to resembling a hero from an Ayn Rand novel. His philosophy and sense of life would never mesh with hers, but his leadership style and passion would. Jobs comes closest to being a Hank Rearden. The guy cares about his work, and I know what Jobs hates the most. He hates people that just don't give a fuck and simply go through the motions. I am very sympathetic to this. I think anyone reading this would agree that the biggest problem in their organization are worthless pieces of shit who do the minimum while still collecting a paycheck.

Jobs will be missed. When he dies, he will be mourned like no other. I am saddened at this, but it is what it is. The man was an example of uncompromising vision and dedication to his work. The world needs more people like him.


Qaddafi is done. They just need to find him and kill/try him. I suspect they will kill him to spare themselves the trial much as they did with Osama bin Laden. It is a fitting end to a monster. But this still leaves Libya.

Justin Raimondo pointed out that Libya will be a pyrrhic victory for the Obama administration. This is because the rebels are certainly religious types who have already declared their intentions to impose sharia law. Like Iraq, you are seeing the emergence of a new Islamic theocratic state.

The big issue that is on everyone's mind concerns how large of a role that NATO and the USA had especially the CIA. These rebels went from the Gang That Couldn't Shoot Straight to being victorious over a ruthless and capable dictator. Clearly, NATO involvement was what turned the tide. This is a clear case of meddling in foreign affairs. What will be the blowback? Trust me, there will be blowback.


Rick Perry is starting to eclipse Mitt Romney as the GOP frontrunner. It is obvious that the GOP wants a guy who can appeal to a broad base without being a Mormon. The media are out to attack Perry as ultra-conservative, a religious nut, and a closet racist. This would be the bulk of GOP primary voters. Meanwhile, Jon Huntsman is a complete fucking joke and should be ignored. But the media loves that son of a bitch. Then, the guy who is the real firebrand of the GOP--Ron Paul--is ignored by the media. In the wings, we have Sarah Palin and Jeb Bush. Will they run? No predictions here.


I have had my weekend plans change on account of Hurricane Irene. That's about it. I'm just glad SC is not getting a direct hit from that thing. But we are at the beginning of hurricane season, and I dread it. I went through Hugo, and I never forgot that shit. Definitely get a generator and a chain saw. Those make a huge difference in the aftermath.

MANET, A Bar at the Folies-Bergère

PRINT-Liberty Defined By Ron Paul

Liberty Defined by Ron Paul is a libertarian manifesto of sorts as Dr. Paul gives his viewpoint on 50 issues. The work is very similar to Jeffrey Miron's Libertarianism from A to Z. Where Miron's work championed consequentialism, Ron Paul comes at his subjects from a more philosophical first principles approach. Many of the positions Ron Paul advocates are not that different from Miron. But on key issues like abortion or immigration, Ron Paul is his own man.

I am pro-choice on the issue of abortion, so I figured the abortion chapter would be a place where Ron Paul and I would disagree because he is a Christian while I am an atheist. But Paul discusses the subject from his background as an ob/gyn doctor, and I have to say that I was moved. Abortion is not simply a matter of life vs. choice. Since reading that chapter, I have given a lot of thought to the subject. I will revisit it in a later post.

Ron Paul's other main issue I have disagreement with is on the issue of immigration. Ron Paul is a closed borders sort of guy while I am an open borders guy. Unlike abortion, Paul did not sway me in the least.

Overall, I would recommend this book for anyone wanting get an idea of what Ron Paul stands for and another libertarian perspective on various issues. Both Miron and Paul have inspired me to write my own A to Z manifesto which I will publish here on the C-blog with links. This will be found in the Politics and Public Policy Positions page in the sidebar. This project will give me a new blogging To Do list that I can work myself through.


1. Irene is one total bitch. You don't want a blow job from her, but you just might get it.

2. Melissa Gilbert files for divorce from Bruce Boxleitner. Surprise!

3. I hate to gloat at the misery of others, but I love these daily examples that reinforce what I always say--LOVE IS BULLSHIT.

4. Here's another surprise. Rapper DMX got arrested again. Surprise!

5. With Adam Kokesh gone, I am wondering if I care to watch RT anymore. Granted, Alyona is a hottie, but you rapidly get used to eye candy that it doesn't have the same thrill anymore.

6. Here's some fresh eye candy:

7. And the country music vid of the day:

Gram Parsons is the shit!

Blue Collar Nihilism

Whenever I look at this picture of a tower worker defying death from high velocity with abrupt impact and splattering, I ask myself a question. Does he ever worry about getting fired?

Some questions are just too absurd to ask. We already know the answers to them, so we don't ask them. But then, there are questions we don't ask because we assume we know the answers when we actually don't. In the case of the blue collar worker, that question is this. What is the motivation for doing your job?

The most elemental answer to this question is that the motivation is a paycheck. Blue collar workers are essentially no different than a rat trained to push a lever and receiving a piece of cheese as a reward. This is the conventional wisdom. This is why management attempts to motivate employees with the carrots and sticks of rewards, threats, and punishments. This is why managers think every employee is some fucktard simple idiot. It also shows in their communication because they never actually tell employees things they need to know to do their jobs more effectively but keep them in the dark at all times. When they do communicate, it is always a command issued with a threat.

Blue collar people know better. They know the managers are the idiots. It is not the workers who are in the dark but the people running the companies. There isn't a day that goes by in a company that some manager or CEO isn't shocked or stung by some new revelation that comes from the bottom up. In fact, lower managers conspire amongst themselves to keep the upper managers from knowing the truth. There isn't a CEO of any outfit that isn't fed a steady stream of lies and bullshit from his managers. The irony is that some lowly worker knows more of what is going on because he sees what is going on, and the scuttlebutt is more reliable and more honest than any official memo. This is why all blue collar workers feel that they are in on one massive joke.

CEOs and managers can always avail themselves of this blue collar information, and they sometimes do. But most of the time, it is accidental. This usually happens when the bosses call a meeting to lecture the workers like they are a bunch of children. Instead, those meetings are almost always reversed on the bosses who end up looking like morons as they get bitched at and laughed at by the workforce when the question-and-answer session begins. This could actually be productive if management actually listened, but they don't. This is because truth and honesty sting, and management exists in a bubble of self-delusion. Study the demise or disasters of any organization from Enron to the BP oil spill to 9/11, and you will see this same scenario played out again and again. How could such smart people overlook the obvious that any fool could see? But as the Greeks said, those who the gods choose to destroy they first make proud. The name for this is hubris.

You can see that the motivation of the worker it not the same as the rat pushing the lever for a piece of cheese. This is because workers have a nasty habit of caring. You can see this in the way they try and make the customers happy. You can see this when they do the little extras on the job that aren't going to result in them making more money. This is the worker who takes money out of his own pocket to buy cleaning supplies for his equipment or even purchases his own equipment even though the company already furnishes this equipment for him. These are the workers who talk amongst themselves and compare notes and strategies for doing the job better, faster, and with greater efficiency. These are the workers who actually defy stupid rules with risk of termination because they want to get the job done. And what is the actual reward for this? Resentment and denigration from the company.

People are not like animals. The more you beat on them and abuse them, this is the less work you will get from them. The example of slavery shows this as slaves did their work with less and less enthusiasm. A paid man who is free will always produce more than the slave. Similarly, treating a paid man like a slave produces worse results. Yet, companies make this mistake again and again.

Workers are not motivated by rewards and punishments. They are motivated by agency. Agency is the capacity to act in the world. It is the ability to make choices and to impose those choices on the world. One cannot impose agency on the will of another which is why managers do that stupid carrots and sticks bullshit. Agency can only be imposed on material reality. This is why a blue collar man enjoys his work so much. He practices absolute agency on a daily basis. It may be fixing an engine. It may be cleaning a room. It may be delivering a package. Or it may be climbing to the top of a broadcast tower to replace a light bulb. The joy of work comes from making something happen.

A leader practices agency in making choices and in communicating those choices to his subordinates. This position comes from the confidence placed in him that he knows what should be done and that he can communicate effectively. This is not such a difficult task. You make a choice and give a command. The leader may choose badly or communicate ineffectively. But the responsibility is with the leader. Bad leaders unwilling to accept responsibility put the blame on the workers and their agency. The response is to limit this agency further and further which diminishes motivation. This results in greater and greater frustration on the part of the sorry leader. This cycle feeds on itself until the operation falls to pieces.

The way to be a good leader is relatively simple. Make good choices and communicate effectively. The way this is done is through integrity. When a leader practices integrity, his subordinates learn his ways. They know what he wants, expects, and desires. They mold their wills to his will. Their agency becomes his agency. This shared agency becomes a juggernaut of effectiveness. As long as the leader practices integrity, he will prosper and succeed. If he is duplicitous, this leads to confusion, the loss of morale, and a decline in the leader's effectiveness. If you want to know where the crack of the whip belongs, it belongs on the leader's own ass. By changing himself, the leader literally changes everything else.

Management rarely produces good leaders since duplicity is a hallmark of their Machiavellian ways. In the absence of good leadership, workers turn to someone lower in the ranks who practices the integrity they need. As they say, men follow courage not titles. The result is that this leader is the one who makes things happen while the poor duplicitous leader takes the credit until something bad happens. Then, he assigns the blame to the true leader that everyone follows. It is sickening to watch this sort of thing happen, but this is how it goes. But all the true leader has to do is stop leading, and this is done by simply not talking anymore. The result is swirling darkness, chaos, and the loss of morale.

Workers hate this chaos. They despise this nihilism. It sucks all the meaning and life out of what it is they do. People call this the "loss of confidence." Once confidence is lost, something has to change. It may be mutiny. Or a new leader may come in.

The thrill of work comes from achieving and overcoming. Consider our tower worker once again. When it is dark and he looks up in the sky that shows that flashing light indicating the tower is there, he can feel good knowing he did that. He defied his own fear and possible death to put that light there. He is a heroic being. Yet, the world considers him a piece of shit. But in his heart, he knows what he is. He knows he has the balls that no one else has. He is the one that makes this happen.

TRUE SHIT-The Tragic Life of Alan Turing

Alan Turing was a man ahead of his time. He was also a man too good for his time. They did not deserve his genius.

Turing was born in 1912 in London, England. He showed an amazing facility with mathematics and science and would do important work in that area. His influence on cryptography and computer science is incalculable. Turing's greatest contribution during his lifetime was to crack the Enigma code the Germans used during World War II. He would become an important part of the national defense and intelligence community until his security clearances were revoked.

Turing's life turned tragic when it was revealed after a 1952 break in that Turing was a homosexual after he reported that a former lover may have been responsible for the crime. Being homosexual in England at that time was illegal, and Turing was arrested and put on trial. To keep from going to jail, Turing submitted to estrogen treatments to cure his homosexuality. This estrogen was supposed to dampen Turing's sex drive. Instead, the man grew breasts. Turing would later go on to commit suicide by eating a cyanide laced apple. This has spawned many conspiracy theories about his death. Was it suicide or assassination? The world will probably never know.

When you consider the profound influence Turing had on the world, you are left stunned and amazed that such a brilliant man could be destroyed by such a world of imbeciles.


1. An earthquake hits DC, and we think a few people spilled their fucking Scotch.

2. Steve Jobs turns in his resignation as Apple CEO. Sad news. No joke to make here.

3. The tabloids really want to see Will and Jada bust up. I'm damn pessimistic about love and a total misogynist. But even I can't be this big of a jackal after misery. Of course, I fully expect them to explode within ten years, but I'm not rooting for it.

4. Waiting for Qaddafi to show up in Cuba or Venezuela. There must be a secret club for dictators or something. They certainly stick together.

5. Adam Kokesh has lost his gig on RT. Rumors are swirling, but they all seem to center around campaign laws and foreign entities. Apparently, being an avid Ron Paul supporter and being employed by a Russian television network is illegal. Who knew?

6. I am an avid supporter of this:

Good dental health is the key to good living.

7. I really hate weasels in the workplace. They need to encounter a mouthful of fist.

8. Dick Cheney had a secret resignation letter. He says it was for the event that he had a heart attack or stroke. The real reason was in case Bush had a heart attack or stroke. It was certainly the one condition needed for him to be vice president--that he would never be president.

9. Tim Cook will do a good job as Apple's new CEO. Of course, if he starts wearing a tie, you know the company is utterly fucked.

10. For my country music vid of the day, I present to you the FLYING BURRITO BROTHERS!!

Not really sure if this is exactly country, but it is way more country than most of the country stuff they play on the radio today. Plus, you gotta love those suits!

HEROES-Desiree Davila

With Brian Sell retiring from competitive running to pursue a career in dentistry, the running world was in sore need of a new blue collar standard bearer. Then one emerged from the Hansons Brooks project that Sell belonged to. I have seen the future of blue collar running, and her name is Desiree Davila.

Desi was a virtual unknown to pretty much everybody until the Boston Marathon catapulted her to the distance running limelight. Prior to that race, she was an average runner with a respectable but not spectacular career. But you could see the potential she had, and it finally hit on the Boston Marathon course.

Desi ran a hard race and put the butt hurt on her East African competitors. This is a big deal. American runners are a bit of a joke relative to Kenyans and Ethiopians. The best competition from the USA would not make it in the midpack of these elite Africans. Then, Desiree Davila ran a hard race at Boston, and this changed that mindset. Granted, Desi only came in second, but the winner had to leave in an ambulance. Desiree Davila had put the hammer down. She ran a pure guts race, and she has won the undying respect and admiration of many people for laying it all out in that race. Yet, she is humble pointing out that she only came in second.

This girl has fire in her belly, and she runs on pure heart and work ethic. Many will watch her career blossom from this point forward. But the other thing they will consider is that maybe American runners need to quit being pussies and put the hammer down. Maybe the reason Americans suck is that it is all in their head. If you doubt this, consider that Desi wasn't even considered the best American female in the Boston Marathon that day. If she can do this, what is holding back the rest of them?

Q & A

Q: How can we achieve liberty?

A: This is a fundamental question a lot of libertarians ask themselves and each other. You will notice that only libertarians ask this question while others don't. I doubt a neocon wrings his hands wondering about the freedom question.

The first part is the idea of liberty itself. I think too many libertarians have an all-or-nothing approach to this question. I think liberty is relative. For instance, America was pretty damn free for people when they first ratified the Constitution...unless you were black. Now, black people are pretty damn free relative to those days. We have to judge liberty in relation to what has been and what could be. Unfortunately, libertarians have a sort of Platonic ideal of liberty that will never be realized in anyone's lifetime. For instance, zero taxes would be nice, but if we had a mere 2% sales tax, wouldn't this be preferable to what we currently have? But if you feel like a slave with anything other than zero taxes, you are simply fucked.

The second part is to educate yourself. Many people are freer than they realize. They just don't realize it. Like the elephant who pushes over massive trees but remains tied to a stake in the ground, a lot of people don't avail themselves of the freedom that is theirs now. They may be imprisoned in a jail of guilt. They may be under the burden of religion. They may be slaves to status acquisition. Or they may simply be afraid. Libertarianism isn't just a political philosophy but a personal philosophy as well.

The third part goes along with the second part, and this is to be a good example. You should learn everything you can about economics and freedom, but you should also strive to live by it. This means doing things like eschewing the unemployment check or not planning to retire on state benefits. It means being self-reliant and living a life of defiance. This is a huge deal.

The fourth part is political action. This could be voting, demonstrating, writing letters to the editor, or just posting a link on Facebook. People become frustrated that these efforts achieve so little. The rest of the public strikes us as so incredibly stupid. But the main reason we do this is to go along with parts 2 and 3. We want to differentiate ourselves from the herd. Even if political action makes no difference at the ballot box or in legislation, it will make a difference in your life. It is the difference between biting the pillow or fighting back. You may not win, but no one will call you a pillow biter.

If there is one main point I can make here, it is to pursue liberty not for the sake of the difference it makes in the larger world. You should pursue liberty for the sake of the difference it makes in you.

How to Deal with Envy

Economist Bryan Caplan started a discussion over at the EconLog about the subject of envy. This has inspired responses from others, and I will try and post as many of those links as I can in the notes at the bottom of this post. This is my addition to that discussion.

The reason economists find envy to be such a juicy subject is obvious. It goes hand-in-hand with scarcity. You deal with issues of wealth, poverty, status, distribution, redistribution, fairness, and social justice. As David Henderson points out in one of his articles, the genesis of many a Marxist boiled down not to being informed by the writings of Marx but sheer base envy. Because someone had something they coveted, these people found it unfair and embraced a communist worldview. If you understand envy, you will understand Marxism because Marxism is nothing more than a proposed antidote to envy.

I come at the subject more from a philosophical viewpoint. I cut to the essence of what envy is in itself. Here is the definition I gleaned for envy:

A feeling of discontent and resentment aroused by and in conjunction with desire for the possessions or qualities of another.

I have read the other definitions of envy, and they say much the same thing as this definition. The problem is that all these definitions are wrong. Once you know the correct definition of envy, you will never feel envy ever again. Here we go.

The first aspect of the definition is "desire for the possessions or qualities of another." Now, this desire is not the same as envy. For instance, if I see someone with a smartphone, I have a certain desire for that object. This is because smartphones do neat shit. So, why do I not have one? The answer is reception and battery life. Ultimately, I want a phone not a handheld computer and video game. But let's toss that aside and focus on me wanting a smartphone. In this case, it would be the latest iPhone. I have a friend who demonstrates the phone to me, and I am filled to the brim with techlust. I have to have one. Let's go the next step and assume that I am flat fucking broke and can't afford one. So, what? At what point do I become envious? I don't. I have the desire. Someone else has what I desire. I am not happy about being broke. But I carry no resentment towards the guy with the iPhone. Why is this?

The key here between envy and simple desire is the resentment. But why do people resent when others have something they desire while others don't? Where does this resentment come from?

It is obvious that envy is simple resentment. And this resentment comes from a belief. This belief is an entitlement. So, the true and precise definition of envy is the belief that someone possesses something that rightfully belongs to you. Whether or not this belief is correct or not does not matter. If you believe that someone has something that rightfully belongs to you, you will hate that person. You will resent them. You will not want them to have what you are supposed to have.

The next question is simple. What is it rightfully yours? Once you ask yourself this question, those feelings of envy immediately subside. They vanish. Why? Because at some level, we must face the fact that the world owes us nothing. Everything we have comes to us as a sort of accident. If you doubt this, consider if you were born blind or in North Korea or Kenya. Consider if you were blessed with keen intellect and also Lou Gehrig's Disease. Or consider the lottery winner who exhibited no special virtue except to put a dollar on the counter at a convenience store. Life is very unfair in this regard.

There isn't a day that goes by in my life that I do not admire things I do not have. It could be another person's virtue. It could be their sweet ride. It could be some nice curvy piece of ass. Yet, I do not envy because I feel no entitlement to any of these things. I feel no resentment because these things do not belong to me nor do I believe that I deserve them. The fact that someone else has them means very little to me.

Envy cuts closer to home when we include our peers in the mix. Imagine the neighbor who gets a brand new swimming pool while you have none. You don't care, but your bratty fucking kids start hammering on you to get a motherfucking goddamn pool. But your broke ass can't afford a pool. Suddenly, you are Piece of Shit Dad because you can't deliver the goods. You start to resent Mr. Jones next door because Mr. Jones has YOUR pool. Don't ask me how this happened. So, because you don't have the pool, you start to ride Mr. Jones down. You notice he doesn't tend his lawn like you do, so you throw a shit fit at the HOA meeting. Maybe you make up shit about him like he is having sex with Mrs. Smith across the street while Mrs. Jones is out shopping. The whole point is to undermine the man's morals to show that he does not deserve the pool that rightfully belongs to you. This is because Mr. Jones has the admiration of your kids that rightfully belongs to you. Now, you see the kernel of envy.

The fact is that if Mr. Jones lived just two houses down you wouldn't give a shit. Your kids wouldn't give a shit either. But envy is dictated by proximity and peer group. This is because envy evolved in tribal situations as relative worth was assigned to those who showed certain virtues. We have moved beyond that tribalism but not its impact on our psyches. We want to demonstrate our status and worth to the tribe. But we live in a world today where all the attention is not showered on teachers, firemen, warriors, and scientists but on Snooki from Jersey Shore.

The fact is that envy is a primary component of much unhappiness. The envious person believes the world is unjust. They have been denied the things that belong to them. Those things now belong to others, so they hate those others. It is a life of perpetual resentment. Unfortunately, free market economists don't help matters when they try to defend this social arrangement as just. Something is terribly wrong when the world overlooks cancer researchers to shower money and attention on some trashy bitch on a TV show.

The problem is that some people define justice as fairness. Fairness comes from the idea of equality. Yet, how many people would argue that a doctor should be paid the same as a sheet metal worker? Somehow, this seems unfair because it debases the hard work and intellect of the doctor. These are real virtues. But should Snooki be paid the same as the doctor or the sheet metal worker? Suddenly, the virtue argument breaks down as well. It isn't about equality or virtue anymore. Neither argument makes sense. So, is it about luck? Are we entitled to our fortunes?

I am indebted to the philosopher Alain de Botton for educating me on how these concepts have changed over the centuries relative to society and place. For some, justice is about what is equal and what everyone deserves. For others, it is about virtue and what you have rightfully earned. But the reality is that justice is a myth. There is no justice. There is only fortune.

Fortune explains the Snooki Paradox. Snooki possesses neither virtue nor is she entitled to her very large share of wealth and fame. She is lucky. Ten years from now, her life may take a turn for the tragic like Amy Winehouse. Or she may replace Oprah as the queen of daytime talk. The bottom line is that Snooki is where she is because she was lucky enough to be on a TV show, and people found her entertaining. Those same people might find me entertaining, but I am not on a damn TV show. I'm just a blogger.

The fundamental issue is this. Are people entitled to their luck? I would say they are. This is because if you confiscated all of the loot of the lottery winner, people would cease to play the lottery. Everyone benefits from the lottery. Life is a lottery. It is the ancient Wheel of Fortune.

This concept of fortune eliminates envy because you realize that what comes to you is not a matter of your virtue or what is fair. It comes to you as a matter of luck. It humbles you because you can't really brag. You stopped measuring your worth by material acquistions or fame. You see the people with the status objects as being really silly. And you develop a certain benign wish of good fortune on everyone. I've said some mean things about Snooki, but I love watching her on TV. I hope she enjoys all of it, and I hope she ends up in a good place. She is lucky.

I think people are entitled to their good fortune. This is because they took the risks, and they paid off. We see the winners, but we don't see the losers. Trust me, there are plenty of Italian chicks in Jersey that aren't where Snooki is. But she got the opportunity while they didn't. Now, let's get to the economics of this.

The Marxist worldview is that these opportunities should be eliminated. Everything should be equal. From each according to his ability and to each according to his need. The result of that worldview put into practice is that abilities vanish while needs multiply. This is why socialism in all its forms leads to breakdown.

The capitalist worldview is to each according to his abilities and virtues. The virtue of this approach is that it leads to a great deal of prosperity as people work hard to show themselves deserving. The downside is that it leads to hubris, self-delusion, and class enmity. People recoil from Ayn Rand not so much because she defended an unequal distribution of wealth so much as she defended those with greater wealth as morally superior. This might make sense when discussing a John Galt character but not so much when discussing Jeff Skilling, Donald Trump, or Snooki. The reality is that the signifier of virtue is not always wealth. In fact, virtue goes unrecognized on a daily basis.

The Puritan worldview was quite different from these worldviews because those people believed in predestination. Predestination is quite different from fortune in that they had great faith in God's providence while fortune is just fucking chaos. But the practical outworking of those two concepts was identical. They worked hard but gave little consideration to the wealth or what it meant. This is why they practiced thrift. Wealth was a byproduct of the activity, but it ultimately came from a holy God and given to undeserving sinners such as themselves. This Puritanism serves as an antidote to the excesses of capitalist dogma.

I am an atheist, but I see the value in realizing the role that chance and fortune play in our lives. Good and bad come to us all. So, I don't envy people's fame and fortune. I do envy their virtues, but you can't really call this envy. This is because no scarcity exists with virtue though it may be rare. The consequence of this is that we seek to emulate those people in our own lives and actions. This is the best kind of envy though it would be better to call it "admiration." When you have virtue, it is deserved. When others have virtue, it is deserved.

This leads to a final question. Would you rather have no virtue and good fortune? Or would you rather have supreme virtue and bad fortune? In short, would you rather be Snooki or Stephen Hawking? I can't answer that question for you. What can I say is that none of us deserves what we get for good or ill. That realization should fill you with a certain humility and gratitude.


1. How I Fought Envy

2. How I Fought Envy, Part 2

3. How I Fought Envy, Part 3

4. Envy Has Its Benefits


I have this friend I work with, and we sometimes hang out at Hooters. Then, he did something really bad. He did something you just don't do with me. He issued a declaration that I cannot identify with or sympathize with. He sent me a text Saturday night. It said, "I'm bored."

I felt a certain revulsion at that moment. You may not understand this revulsion, but there is a reason for it. The thing is that I am never bored. I don't do boredom. I don't like boredom. So, I got rid of it. I might have frustration, excitement, disappointment, or whatnot. But I don't have boredom.

I gave this guy my Life Strategies canned lecture before. Naturally, since he is stupid, it was in one ear and out the other. He is condemned to misery for the rest of his days. It is his destiny. I don't care. It is his life and not mine. Plus, I gave him the answer. Now, I will give you the answer.

The opposite of happiness is not sadness, anger, or depression. It is boredom. Boredom is the byproduct of a life of meaningless activity or just zero activity. There is no flow with boredom. Boredom is the antithesis of flow.

Flow is found when you are immersed in activity. My days are endless activity. I am always doing something. I don't always manage these activities in an optimal way, but I am always doing something. Flow comes from this constant doing. I have a tremendous backlog of various projects, so the list is never exhausted. If you simply wrote down one goal--read the classics--you would have a list that would cover the rest of your life. There is always something to do.

People who are not happy do not have these lists. They don't have projects. They have no plans or ambitions. Each day is just another turn in the cycle of existence. Yet, they meet me or someone like me and all that changes. I am not like them. I am not bored. I am happy. For the brief bit that they are around me, they experience some of this flow. This seems to explain the popularity I have experienced for the last five years. People miss something in their lives, so they stick to me like a wet t-shirt to firm round breasts.

I hate hearing the "I'm bored" routine. I can't stand that shit. And that is why I get these strange requests usually when I am in the middle of something. These people want me to cure their boredom. But the only cure for boredom is found within yourself. I can't do it for you. So, I told him to go beat off to porn. I don't know if that helped, but it helped me to get rid of him.

As I wrap this one up, I have to admit that I have a stack of things to do for today. I haven't even had the first cup of coffee yet. My head is sunburnt from extended time outdoors yesterday without a hat. Gotta remember the hat. And I need to get a bunch of stuff written that is simmering in my brain. Anyway. . .

[U.] Water Conspiracy

black steel in the hour of CHAOS! we got the rythm. we got the rebel without PAUSE. but he's got CAUSE, bitches!! the one. the only. U-DADDY IS IN THE MOTHERFUCKING HOUSE!!!!!

feeling thirsty? got water? drink this, bitches:

it's the fluoride rotting your brains!

big meech's got some more 9-11 TRUTH!! grab your asses. K-BOMB INCOMING!

now your brains are blown the fuck out!! time for some motherfucking cheese from the cheese-o-nator Randy Gage:

can you smell it?

i make this motherfucking blog. the U-FANS wait all week for some love from the u-daddy. and the u-daddy DELIVERS. spanking that ASS! oh yeah, one last thing. SHIT ON THE HATERS!! u can't handle the u-man's truth! punk ass bitches.

that's it. all done. peace. up out this motherfucker. U-MAN is da shit. dont forget it!

Quotable Quotes

Punk is musical freedom. It's saying, doing and playing what you want. In Webster's terms, 'nirvana' means freedom from pain, suffering and the external world, and that's pretty close to my definition of Punk Rock.

Caffeine. The gateway drug.

Rock will always have CBGB, whether it's open or closed, ... It will just naturally be replaced by something else.

Going out and playing music - that's what I do. I don't do much else.

You know, at 35 or at 38 or 40 you really start to see what your body could look like if you just don't do anything all winter long. So that's another motivating factor, our vanity.

[Buzzard County] Chapter 2

Trailer park blues-Anita's story

The ride was quiet. Anita Dick tried not to gag. Both she and Mike had cleaned up Mike's BMW, but the shit smell in the interior lingered.

"I'm going to have to buy another car," Mike said.

"No, you don't," Anita said. "You can get the smell out. My aunt died, and it was two weeks before they found her keeled over in the living room. She was really ripe by then, but they cleaned it up like it never happened. The smell and everything was gone."

"That would be the crime scene cleanup people. They have this ozone machine that takes the stink out of anything."

Anita gave directions, and Mike pulled the BMW into a trailer park. Anita's trailer was the last one on the row. Mike pulled the car up and parked it. There was a long pause.

"If you want, you can come in and take a shower. I got some shampoo for the car which might help."

Mike stopped for a minute. He didn't know what to say.

"Why are you being so nice to me?" Mike asked. "You don't know me from anybody. I've got a shotgun in the trunk of my car. We are total strangers who don't know anyone from anything. Yet, here we are helping each other."

"There's nothing wrong with helping people," Anita said. "The problems are when people hurt one another. They have to steal from you or lie to you or run your life into the ground. It gets to a point you think everyone in the world is out to fuck you over."

Mike nodded his head.

"I'm not out to fuck you over, Mike," Anita said. "I'm not going to hit you up for money or ask you to take me to get some beer or crack. Sometimes, people help you because they've been there before. They just want some good karma."

"I don't believe in karma," Mike said.

"I don't really believe in it either," Anita said. "If karma existed, I wouldn't be where I am today living in a trailer park with no car. I think karma is just the idea that some people deserve what happens to them while others don't. Did you ever cheat on your wife?"

"No, I didn't," Mike said. "Never. Not one time."

"Then, you have good karma. You didn't deserve this."

Mike thought about this for a bit. Then, he got out of his car and went into the trailer with Anita.

The shower felt good. You can only get so clean in the men's restroom of a Waffle House. Mike washed the remainder of the shit from his soiled body. He felt new--baptized in the humble water of a trailer park abode. Then, the water went cold. Mike screamed.

"Sorry, I turned on the dishwasher by accident," Anita said.

The trailer was neat and clean. It was an old trailer--a singlewide. It was modest and not too cluttered. But let's face facts, folks. It is a goddamn trailer. Mike sat down in the living room. Anita brought him some coffee.

"What's your story?" Mike asked.

"It's long and not very interesting," Anita said.

"I am interested," Mike said.

"Well, I was married. I thought my husband was a good man, but he wasn't. He owned his own body shop here in Buzzard, and we had a nice house. But he was fucking the bookkeeper behind my back. She was a crazy bitch. She wanted him to leave me, and she could have had him when I found out. I was so mad and hurt."

"I know how that feels," Mike said.

Anita looked down at the floor. When she looked up, tears were in her eyes.

"That crazy bitch shot my husband and set the house on fire," Anita said. "Bitches are spiteful like that. I was at my mama's house when it happened."

"Did you have any children with him?" Mike asked.

"Yes, he is at his grandmama's house now. He is eight years old now. His name is Eric," Anita said. "My mama keeps him while I work. He doesn't know what happened to his daddy except that he got burned up in the fire. He was just two years old when it happened."

"What did you do before the Waffle House?" Mike asked.

"I was a housewife. It was all I knew. Me and Eric lived on the insurance money, but it only lasted a couple of years. I had this accountant come in and try to help me out."

"And he completely fucked you out of the money," Mike said. "Motherfuckers."

Both of them were silent for a bit.

"We are quite a couple, aren't we?" Mike asked.

"Yes, we are," Anita said.

At that moment, Mike reached across and kissed Anita. His tongue went into her mouth, and she did not resist. He felt some dental work he knew he could fix for her. Anita felt Mike's cock stiffen under his towel. It was smaller than her dead husband's massive dick, but she didn't care. It was considerations like that which had cost her all the misery she had now. Men with big dicks like to share the wealth. Mike seemed like a man with a big heart even if that heart was broken. And she did have an ulterior motive. She had it when that BMW had pulled up at the Waffle House. Life was going to give back what it had taken from her. She felt the dentist penetrate her, and she knew at that moment he was all the man she needed.

Chapter 3

MANET, Street Flags

Random Thoughts on Various Subjects


Libertarians are a mixed bunch that do not always see eye-to-eye or get along. Considering the individualist nature of these people and the philosophy, this is no surprise. The irony is that this infighting has flared up considerably since the Ames straw poll where Ron Paul came in a very strong second and received a considerable boost when Jon Stewart lambasted the media for ignoring this result in a way that boggled the mind. This popularity and this infighting go hand-in-hand.

Ron Paul has made and continues to make a huge difference for libertarian ideas. I support the guy, and I don't agree with him on everything. But I do believe that the country would be way better off with him as president as opposed to the current President or the present crop of GOP clowns. Ron Paul is the real deal. He is the most successful libertarian candidate to run for high office. For some libertarians, this is a bad thing.

The first bit of public bile came from Katherine Mangu-Ward, a senior editor at Reason, who went on a television program and said that Ron Paul deserved to be overlooked by the media because the guy won't be elected, can't be elected, is unelectable, knows he is unelectable, and has no credible plan for governing if he ever did get elected. This is understandable from a person who is a leftard or conservatard. But Katherine is a libertarian or as some would say a "beltway libertarian." Without a doubt, past divisions are at play here between the Cato crowd and the Mises crowd. Like it or not, there are some libertarians who don't want the guy to succeed because he didn't come from their club. This is sad and pathetic.

The other aspect of the libertarian infighting comes from the anarcho-capitalist/voluntaryist/agorist folks who have philosopher Stefan Molyneux as a leader. I have listened to his criticisms, and they amount to this. Voting for Ron Paul or anyone else is simply legitimizing state tyranny and should be opposed on principle. Unfortunately, none of these folks ever apply the same argument to opposing the income tax on the same philosophical and moral grounds. They pay in order to not go to jail. I don't see how voting is any different. I find most principled positions are actually arbitrary lines drawn in the sand. The other aspect I hear is that Ron Paul might actually win and fuck the job up such that it gives libertarians a bad name forever rendering them unelectable. Well, this argument is absurd as hell. This is like saying you don't want to get laid because you might suck in bed rendering you unable to get laid ever again. The reality is that Ron Paul winning would provide empirical proof for whether or not libertarianism works in those areas where Paul would make an immediate difference. Philosophical libertarians can't handle reality. Theory is so much nicer and neater.

Economist Walter Block has weighed in with his devastating article called Ron Paul and the Self-Hating 'Libertarians.' This is obviously a play on the self-hating Jew rhetoric of Zionists and Likudnics. A self-hating Jew is one who is antisemitic in his beliefs while also being Jewish. How is this possible? As a critic of Israel, I tend to disagree with this, but I get where Block is coming from. On one side, you have libertarians who are so unprincipled and wedded to power that they are libertarians in name only. On the other side, you have libertarians who are so hyperprincipled that they cannot support the guy. It is odd that such extremes could be wedded together in an anti-Paul coalition.

The problem is a basic one. Libertarians are afraid of winning. This is because if you win, it is put-up or shut-up. You shit or get off the pot. I am totally cool with that prospect. Others are not. It is not unlike when Jesse Jackson took a giant shit on Obama prior to his election. This is because Obama's election was a tidal shift, and the old had to give way to the new. A Ron Paul election would be very similar. What changed? Ron Paul became credible as a candidate in Iowa. He stands a real chance, and this scares some libertarians shitless.


H-P says it is getting out of the tablet game along with PCs. What the fuck?! Clearly, the iPad is the clear winner in a new product category that Apple invented. But is the personal computer actually dead? Say it ain't so!

The iPad is the future of what I call "consumption computing." Basically, it is a nifty tool for reading, playing games, and enjoying other content on the Web. It is lousy for creation which is why I haven't been that big of a fan of the device. I write, and I need a physical keyboard. The iPad is a record player while the PC is a guitar. I need my guitar.

The future belongs to Apple. Steve Jobs was right. You want to make the whole widget. It took him a long time to prove that argument, but it wasn't his fault he got fired the first time around. By making the whole widget, Jobs and Co. have fundamentally changed the entire computing landscape with the iPod, the iPhone, and the iPad. There is no telling what is next, but it is clear that when the history of computing is written that Steve Jobs will be seen as being the driving force of the revolution with everyone else simply being imitators.


I am on the side of anti-government protesters in Syria, and I hate the atrocities going on there. But I really wish Obama would keep his nose out of there and shut the fuck up. But that is what meddlesome US foreign policy is about. It is about sticking your nose in other people's business mainly to promote an outcome that is favorable to yourself. It's sort of like the guy friend consoling the cheated on spouse in the hopes that he will be the beneficiary of some revenge fucking on the part of the wife. In this case, it is the hope that the masses of Syria will run into the open arms of America, Israel's bestest buddy in the whole wide fucking world. And people here wonder why they hate us.


I hate to tell a libertarian not to run, but Gary Johnson is the invisible man right now. Not even libertarians are talking about the guy. I really like Gary Johnson, and I think he would do really well if Ron Paul wasn't running. He is also the only candidate who could actually take on Ron Paul's bike riding challenge. But in politics, it comes down to timing, and Gary Johnson has picked the absolute worst time to be running for the GOP nomination. The guy should save his money and run for some other office like the Senate. I also think he would make an outstanding VP candidate for a guy like Ron Paul if he ever became the nominee. Ron would need Johnson's executive experience to draw on. But I am going to sound like Mangu-Ward and say this is probably not going to happen. The consolation prize is that candidates like Bachmann, Perry, and Gingrich have moved in a libertarian direction. That is probably all we are going to get.


I put out a lot of content here at the C-blog with the expectation of some daily wisdom and/or bullshit. But let's face facts, folks. When someone is wrong on Facebook, fuck the blog. That idiot must be schooled! I apologize for letting you down on my publication schedule, but the Facebook is too much damn fun. A more disciplined person would do the smart thing and nuke their account. But I can't do this. This is because much of what I write here comes from my interactions over there. I have gotten some criticisms for writing the same old shit about minimalism and blue collar jobs, and I hope I have moved on to different subjects for some people. I have Facebook to thank for this. I need social interaction to show me a broader world, and I am going to utter a blasphemy. Here it is. Facebook makes me a better person. And I don't mean that in the mock irony of vodka makes me a better driver. Facebook helps foster what Matt Ridley calls "ideas having sex." Google knows this well which is why they deliberately force their employees into social situations such as offering free lunch in the campus cafeteria. This leads to interaction which leads to ideas having sex.

My personal life has expanded considerably as well since breaking up with my girlfriend. All my ex-girlfriends imagine me being miserable and alone in my apartment thinking about them and regretting the decision to pull the trigger on the relationship. This is not the reality. The reality is that I finally cut through the chain on my leash, and I am now free to roam. Having been through this experience countless times before, the empirical data shows that the C-man experiences great flourishing during those times when he is outside of a relationship. The only conclusion that I can and must draw is that this should remain a permanent state of affairs. Women are antithetical to happiness. They are the enemy of freedom, creativity, and new experiences.

Ron Paul 2012

Q & A

Q: Why are you a libertarian?

A: I get this question most often from some atheist usually on Facebook that is simply blown away by the fact that I am an atheist but not a socialist/communist/leftist shit-for-brains fool like they are. The short answer is that I am a libertarian because I am smart not stupid. Now, for the long answer.

It is popular to denigrate libertarians as adolescents. This comes from the fact that many libertarians encounter the philosophy of liberty while in high school or college usually after reading Ayn Rand. They then reject Rand later when they have to suck someone's dick to get a job. The cognitive dissonance is too much, so they give over sort of like a long time punk in prison decides that he likes being the jailhouse bitch traded for cigarettes. These people either elect to become Democrats and Republicans depending upon what opportunity seemed most favorable at the time, and they sometimes switch back and forth between those two parties like Rick Perry and Arianna Huffington. What you soon discover about Democrats and Republicans is that they are like the Patriots and the Colts. They play really hard against each other, but they are still playing the same game. And like football, they sometimes trade players.

Other people find all this sort of thing sickening and reject it. They become radical because being radical is chic as fuck. They elect to become leftard communists. Why? Probably because of this icon seen on many T-shirts and posters:

Che is so fucking cool. He is so against the Man. Nevermind that the real Che Guevara was a murderer. Nevermind that communism doesn't work. Forget about the collapse of the Soviet Union, the embrace of capitalism in China, or the mass murders of Stalin, Mao, and Pol Pot. In short, ignore the facts that communism leads to economic collapse and atrocity. Just put on some Rage Against the Machine and fight those evil corporate overlords. You know those overlords. They are the ones who probably made that Che Guevara T-shirt you are wearing or made the iPad you like to read The Communist Manifesto on. What fucking idiots.

When communists get tired of being mocked for their stupidity or denial of empirical data, they go from Red to Green and become environmentalists. This allows them to be cool, still bash on their corporate overlords, and sanitize their consumerism with a green emblem on their cup of Starbucks and buy some hippy trippy shit from Whole Foods. But underneath, these Greens are still Reds and slip easily back into their communist garb the moment it becomes expedient to do so. This usually happens when it comes to welfare spending or facing the reality that corporate agriculture is the only way to feed a world of 6 billion people.

I think I got in all my digs on the leftards. As I said, I am a libertarian because I am smart not stupid. All these other people are stupid. This doesn't mean there isn't stupidity amongst the libertarian crowd. In fact, I have had quite a field day with the Randroids, the conspiracy theory nuts like the Unknown Blogger, and the anarcho-capitalists who I find great affinity for but recognize their philosophy is based upon a faulty epistemological premise. It is those people who give libertarianism a bad name. Many of their conclusions may be sound, but the basis of those conclusions is what undermines them. They don't see this, but I do.

The popular notion is that libertarians are college dorm room debaters who don't live in the real world. They engage in endless arguments and debates derived from first principles that simply exhaust anyone else even listening to them including me. This is because the basis for their philosophy is a priori Platonist horseshit. What they fail to understand is that anyone can construct such an argument from first principles using some other first principle besides non-aggression such as "equality." Read Marx or Rawls to see such arguments. Nozick did the same thing, but he tempered his viewpoints as he aged based upon empirical reality. The conclusion people draw is that libertarianism is a Utopian fantasy that depends on a rhetorical trick. In short, it is a word game.

I am a libertarian based upon reality. My libertarianism is based upon empirical observation. I am a consequentialist. I see the outcomes of social and economic policies, and the ones I prefer and that actually work come out to be libertarian. Basically, I like shopping at Walmart with their everyday low prices. I realize that I enjoy a standard of living that rivals that of royalty from a century ago, and I have capitalism to thank for that. I think the Drug War is a colossal failure exactly the same way that Prohibition was a failure. I don't care if gay people like to fuck each other in the ass. Just spare me the details.

I don't do the anarchy thing because I don't see the evidence for it. I can be persuaded, but it will have to be on this empirical basis. What you will realize when talking to me is that I am quite different from those college dorm room debaters who read Rand and Rothbard. I argue with evidence. I am willing to change my viewpoints based on the evidence. I admit flaws and mistakes and shortcomings in my viewpoints. And no, I'm not a Republican who decided he liked smoking dope. I have never smoked marijuana in my life.

I am an atheist based on the evidence. I am also a libertarian based on the evidence. The difference between leftard atheists and myself comes down to economics. I know economics, and they don't. I am convinced that these atheists are not atheists for the same reasons that I am an atheist. As far as I know, these people became atheists because they got snubbed by the kids in Sunday School growing up. They were outcasts and nerds, so they socialized in a sub-peer group and comforted themselves with a feeling of intellectual superiority. Atheism was part of this but so was leftard political thinking. Their teachers in the academy were atheists and Commies, so they went along with that because they wanted to belong. This is why so many leftard atheist types always make arguments from authority but don't do any actual thinking for themselves. This is why they spend so much effort trying to sound smart instead of actually being smart. This is sad and pathetic. But if you think I am going to be merciful, fuck that. There is a reason nerds get their obnoxious asses beat. They fucking deserve it.

When I argue for libertarianism, I do so on the basis of facts. There are no tricks with me. I relate the facts as best as I know them. When someone tells me a fact, I acknowledge it such as when some corporation pollutes a river. People don't understand why I am dismissive of some arguments while I am quite accepting of others. When a leftard argues that welfare is the compassionate thing to do, I dismiss this shit without a further thought. If they persist, I mock it. But if they show where a corporation did something evil such as Enron's manipulation of energy markets for profit, I listen to that. It all comes down to facts.

It is not enough to go just with facts. You also need peer review. If you want to see where facts without peer review get you, look no further than the conspiracy theorists. They abound with facts. They even sound convincing until you realize that their presentation of the facts is selective. But you won't know this unless you have others willing to test and debunk these theories. This principle of peer review is why I go out of my way to befriend those with opposing viewpoints. You will notice that deluded types do the opposite. They expunge those people from their circles that disagree with them. This is stupid. I call this intellectual inbreeding. I really don't understand when libertarians do this. The whole point of free expression is to give the truth a chance to come out. Ignoring things you don't want to hear is no different than if the government chooses to censor it for you. The effect is the same. You may have a moral and a legal right to ignore opposing viewpoints in the same way that you have the moral and legal right to smoke cigarettes. But it is still a bad idea.


I just woke up with a splitting caffeine withdrawal headache. The first thing I did was take a piss. The second thing I did was make coffee. I must feed this addiction. The first cup is sitting beside the keyboard now as I type this.

It is Saturday morning even though you will be reading this on Monday. I like to use these things as a warm-up until the coffee kicks in, and I can do some serious writing. I was at Hooters last night. We had to go to a different one than the usual one because one of my guys got into big trouble at the other Hooters. He is a white guy who speaks Spanish and goes outside to talk on his phone frequently. There were some other Spanish speakers there that liked to do cocaine and sell it. Somehow, my friend ended up becoming a "drug lord" as those Spanish dudes tried to talk their way out of being arrested when someone called the cops on them. Crazy fucking shit.

I had left well before all that craziness went down, so I did not witness any of it. I just go to Hooters, drink Diet Coke, and eat chicken wings and celery while watching UFC reruns and ass. This happens after work every Friday, and I usually clear out of there by 8 p.m. This night was unusual because we were having fun, so I hung until after 11 before leaving. Hooters is not really a bar but more like a restaurant except the food isn't as good as a Friday's or an Applebee's.

Last night was a more normal evening except we were unknowns being in a new joint. It sucked because we had to warm up to a different crew of chicks. But it was cool. We hung out until almost 10 p.m. Pre-season football was on the tube. I prefer UFC highlights or a Hooters Ass Pageant.

That first cup has reduced the throbbing headache now. I am not at full buzz yet. I must be getting old because waking up really sucks now. I remember a time when I used to wake up refreshed and invigorated. Now, I wake up mean and irritable as fuck stumbling to get the coffee pot started. I'm just not alive without that shit. Yes, I am a fucking addict. Fuck you for judging me.

I do feel fresh and invigorated after the coffee hits. In fact, I am almost manic. I drink coffee all morning and switch to Diet Mountain Dew around midday. After work or in the evenings, I either make a fresh pot, or I hit up the Dunkin' Donuts on the way home. That evening coffee is like hitting the reset button on the day. I find I can write a bit more, get some chores done, tackle some reading, and still be a complete Facebook smart ass.

In other news, I am in trouble with this chick at work who read some male chauvinist misogynistic ranting I put on Facebook. She read it off another guy's smartphone. He swears it was inadvertent, but I know better. He recognized the gasoline and poured it on the fire. Now, I am in for some feminist backlash when she gets back from vacation. I don't know how to feel about this because I am a bit scared, but I also find it very invigorating to contemplate. But she will probably have forgotten it by then. I just take some pleasure in the fact that there is at least one woman left who cares enough to get pissed off.

I have an essay in the works on this subject of women's liberation, and it should be interesting. It probably won't save my ass, but it should make clear my viewpoints on the subject.

I am heading into the third cup now, and I feel that essay taking shape. Time for the serious writing.