Thursday, September 08, 2011
Monday, September 05, 2011
I support BlazeVOX, Geoffrey Gatza and collaborate publishing efforts everywhere!
Without belittling anyone involved, I support Gatza and what he has done for authors and the promotion of their work. I am a BlazeVOX author, Dear Reader, and I know what GG does for those he publishes. I know I couldn't hold a job and run a press full-time. Consider this full disclosure.
Would that all presses came with endowments, would that poetry generated of and from its own goodwill, a living: I would love to monetize my poetic royalty to perform goodness.
Would that everyone interested in poetry were a 100 Geoffrey Gatzas!
[ps. This isn't the only objection I've seen, however, but a salient one: much hubbub -- because it's a lot of ugly hubbub, with some standouts -- here stems from our belief in Book as Fetish Object, or that on some scale, many of us have been taught to think of books as That-Which-Confers-Legitimacy. Having someone else love your work enough to publish it is indeed legitimacy, but there's a separation between publish and print. Gatza publishes ebooks and pdf version without a donation.]
Would that all presses came with endowments, would that poetry generated of and from its own goodwill, a living: I would love to monetize my poetic royalty to perform goodness.
Would that everyone interested in poetry were a 100 Geoffrey Gatzas!
[ps. This isn't the only objection I've seen, however, but a salient one: much hubbub -- because it's a lot of ugly hubbub, with some standouts -- here stems from our belief in Book as Fetish Object, or that on some scale, many of us have been taught to think of books as That-Which-Confers-Legitimacy. Having someone else love your work enough to publish it is indeed legitimacy, but there's a separation between publish and print. Gatza publishes ebooks and pdf version without a donation.]
Thursday, July 14, 2011
TOEFL Essay - Americans are too soft
Q. Agree or disagree: Americans are all too soft. Use reasons and examples to support your response.
A.
We all are families with people, Americans aren't excluded. I don't particularly confide in phrases, which have the escape qualities of deluge. Phrases are catchy and easy We should always doubt easy. Easy has a direct route and it threshes, misses the hooks and catches in the works of small backwaters.
Americans are soft; we resort to violence as method. We get big in order to defend ourselves and threaten but pretending slows us down. Violence in only the trapeze, and if I just punch in I'm at work. We have hit upon a good idea. Besides, football is rife with war analogies. Children talk in terms of assault and defense, bombardment and obstacles. I'm expected to have certain experiences because I'm a soft American.
Recently, we all watched a movie full of bad Russians and even worse Russian caricatures. Big fat bald Russians, men who gargle and spit death and who dangle the heroine in front of impossible mission requirement Russians. The group watching assumed my taste laid a finger on this movie, especially world weary, the movie Russian who cannot be the target of our trust. Even when a certain Russian keeps a promise it's against his demons. It's a twist when a movie Russian acts beneficent to our protagonists.
But I just wanted recreation. So again I swirled into a paradox because of my softness: just like I have bad teeth because I prefer bad food, and frequent dental visits have hardened me. It's this exchange of soft to hard, so the reverse is also true. We act hard and as a result are forced to become soft. For example, American is a very violent land. Fistfights proliferate playground politics.
Aggression will breed a reaction. Deterring bullyish behavior requires a squeamish view of aggression as something which extracts us from nature. Because bullying is dominant, we're required to view it as ill. The reaction are laws designed to soften the molten gravitas.
A.
We all are families with people, Americans aren't excluded. I don't particularly confide in phrases, which have the escape qualities of deluge. Phrases are catchy and easy We should always doubt easy. Easy has a direct route and it threshes, misses the hooks and catches in the works of small backwaters.
Americans are soft; we resort to violence as method. We get big in order to defend ourselves and threaten but pretending slows us down. Violence in only the trapeze, and if I just punch in I'm at work. We have hit upon a good idea. Besides, football is rife with war analogies. Children talk in terms of assault and defense, bombardment and obstacles. I'm expected to have certain experiences because I'm a soft American.
Recently, we all watched a movie full of bad Russians and even worse Russian caricatures. Big fat bald Russians, men who gargle and spit death and who dangle the heroine in front of impossible mission requirement Russians. The group watching assumed my taste laid a finger on this movie, especially world weary, the movie Russian who cannot be the target of our trust. Even when a certain Russian keeps a promise it's against his demons. It's a twist when a movie Russian acts beneficent to our protagonists.
But I just wanted recreation. So again I swirled into a paradox because of my softness: just like I have bad teeth because I prefer bad food, and frequent dental visits have hardened me. It's this exchange of soft to hard, so the reverse is also true. We act hard and as a result are forced to become soft. For example, American is a very violent land. Fistfights proliferate playground politics.
Aggression will breed a reaction. Deterring bullyish behavior requires a squeamish view of aggression as something which extracts us from nature. Because bullying is dominant, we're required to view it as ill. The reaction are laws designed to soften the molten gravitas.
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
TOEFL Essay - Your Favorite sport
Q. What is your favorite sport? Why? Describe one memory you have of the game. Support your claims with reasons and examples.
A.
My favorite sport was always baseball. Baseball is so soaked in America it reminds me of very positive feelings, and an ongoing baseball game looks nothing like anything else.
My memories of baseball are fond, but these memories contrast. Baseball should be on the flag. Our baseball traditions are deep in the root structure of the beef cut that America is. Baseball tells of underdogs that, once saturated with corporate influence, become a yawn. When a daily object looms very consistently in our minds, its value decreases, even if real life markets make baseball more expensive. Corporate hands attempt teaching us how to bat, placing corporate hands in an overlap. Grab the bat and the players freeze. Figurines dot the diamond. Each pitch is called money. Baseball mirrors American landscapes in every era.
Baseball's look is another reason I'm attracted to it. These small status glimpsed through the camera's vague eye. As very small, we viewers watch as large odds and gargantuan stadiums crawl into the repression of human ideas. The players are ugly eggs in the large beautiful stadium. Players transform into flat objects reminding us of people. As two-dimensional names with jerseys, we assume easily that their goal is to entertain us. Service. All other humans then become conduits for our gratification. If you aren't running after a ball or hitting one, you do not make up my entertainment. You are watching it fly over your head.
I'm reminded of a miraculous triple play in our game against the Phillies. We had an agenda to win, the ball was hit, and the triple play was turned. It was a triple play on errors. We won. We felt at the top of the little league world.
A.
My favorite sport was always baseball. Baseball is so soaked in America it reminds me of very positive feelings, and an ongoing baseball game looks nothing like anything else.
My memories of baseball are fond, but these memories contrast. Baseball should be on the flag. Our baseball traditions are deep in the root structure of the beef cut that America is. Baseball tells of underdogs that, once saturated with corporate influence, become a yawn. When a daily object looms very consistently in our minds, its value decreases, even if real life markets make baseball more expensive. Corporate hands attempt teaching us how to bat, placing corporate hands in an overlap. Grab the bat and the players freeze. Figurines dot the diamond. Each pitch is called money. Baseball mirrors American landscapes in every era.
Baseball's look is another reason I'm attracted to it. These small status glimpsed through the camera's vague eye. As very small, we viewers watch as large odds and gargantuan stadiums crawl into the repression of human ideas. The players are ugly eggs in the large beautiful stadium. Players transform into flat objects reminding us of people. As two-dimensional names with jerseys, we assume easily that their goal is to entertain us. Service. All other humans then become conduits for our gratification. If you aren't running after a ball or hitting one, you do not make up my entertainment. You are watching it fly over your head.
I'm reminded of a miraculous triple play in our game against the Phillies. We had an agenda to win, the ball was hit, and the triple play was turned. It was a triple play on errors. We won. We felt at the top of the little league world.
Friday, June 03, 2011
"Modified" TOEFL essay - What is the greatest event of the last 10 years?
Great inventions such as the creation of organic milk or the capture of Osama Bin Laden punctuate fortunate decades. Why is this milk question forever an inquisition? Why do I not utter a solemn statement about my possession of milk? Is there a questionable entity milk leaves in its wake? What about a form possession of Osama. If Osama arose out of a tunnel of milk the powers would wall off that tunnel and charge expensively for his gallons. Why must we question whether Osama has been received and merely skirt the issue of our own acquisition of wealth? Do we doubt there's somewhere a tunnel filled with milk in which a bearded millionaire lays recondite? Where does all our and Osama's wealth regenerate but within the same incubator.
Here's a radical idea: the resources which have over the years hunted Osama give to poverty. Unleash these resources like a unencumbered flow of milk. Do not wall off your milk. Let it be free. Over a long term the large hunt fails. During 9 years, one day's success poorly justifies. Men with a cushy, oversized demeanor like this bearded one should be easily challenged by another country's ever-expanding selection of optional military. Osama defectively eluded captors who sought to captivate, yet his education sampled itself from non-traditional sources. An education is first and foremost a means to evade capture. Who better to avoid captivity than highly-skilled labor.
Our markets need choice workers to function the way understaffed markets should. When one half goes on lunch the other half looks longingly. With petite, highly-skilled workforces, jobs and their requirements do not morph to suit dynamic workforces. Rather, small and highly-skilled workers with impeccable tastes who put a whole decision into each action while the markets have been shut down animals, these are heavily pets. Everyone with similar qualifications and no hiring points.
Here's a radical idea: the resources which have over the years hunted Osama give to poverty. Unleash these resources like a unencumbered flow of milk. Do not wall off your milk. Let it be free. Over a long term the large hunt fails. During 9 years, one day's success poorly justifies. Men with a cushy, oversized demeanor like this bearded one should be easily challenged by another country's ever-expanding selection of optional military. Osama defectively eluded captors who sought to captivate, yet his education sampled itself from non-traditional sources. An education is first and foremost a means to evade capture. Who better to avoid captivity than highly-skilled labor.
Our markets need choice workers to function the way understaffed markets should. When one half goes on lunch the other half looks longingly. With petite, highly-skilled workforces, jobs and their requirements do not morph to suit dynamic workforces. Rather, small and highly-skilled workers with impeccable tastes who put a whole decision into each action while the markets have been shut down animals, these are heavily pets. Everyone with similar qualifications and no hiring points.
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
TOEFL Essay - a fulfilling job as long as money is the result
Q. Agree or disagree: a job is fulfilling as long as it earns you money to live.
A.
Job, fulfilling. I'm giving this title away. Jobs fulfill. If you see the end of work, easily parlaying end-times into an end of currency is a win-win for political enemies.
We worship the secular order, trusting that just governments act with moral authority. But this got boring. Because we outgrow our systems, we create other structures of order to maintain occupation. In some cases, the need to appeal to divine authority diminishes in a way that more chiefly assaults the definitive collective of laws our societies possess. One of the laws is jobs, which staff the economy is big terms and battle joblessness by being the exact opposite.
The economy needs money, and the economy is what money needs. We lock our value system with everything poured into this compulsive behavior of exchange. With no worthwhile trades the economy flounders. Better trades aren't created, and in terrible norms, imperatively we trade on the terror. An absurd interrogation asks where our hands find themselves in this equation. We ferry money, which cannot walk, from one machine to its final resting place like the ark of the covenant. Only money's final resting place is the economy. Money then flushes into the economy, which cleanses the economy. In this way, money clears blockages that contain the economy, which performs best at roaring best.
If we only value money we become empty earning shells. As shells lack any filler, the become washed up on the shore objections to doing nothing. But a shell contains nothing and is nothing, and nothing doing nothing means that one of those nothingnesses isn't doing nothing, it's up to something. Empty earning shells that smile here say hello there fine morning elsewhere I seek a good school district and happy honeybees with ruddy faces is really just carting around money from one automatic teller to another, accruing potentially used inside the honey of our own extinct toilet.
A.
Job, fulfilling. I'm giving this title away. Jobs fulfill. If you see the end of work, easily parlaying end-times into an end of currency is a win-win for political enemies.
We worship the secular order, trusting that just governments act with moral authority. But this got boring. Because we outgrow our systems, we create other structures of order to maintain occupation. In some cases, the need to appeal to divine authority diminishes in a way that more chiefly assaults the definitive collective of laws our societies possess. One of the laws is jobs, which staff the economy is big terms and battle joblessness by being the exact opposite.
The economy needs money, and the economy is what money needs. We lock our value system with everything poured into this compulsive behavior of exchange. With no worthwhile trades the economy flounders. Better trades aren't created, and in terrible norms, imperatively we trade on the terror. An absurd interrogation asks where our hands find themselves in this equation. We ferry money, which cannot walk, from one machine to its final resting place like the ark of the covenant. Only money's final resting place is the economy. Money then flushes into the economy, which cleanses the economy. In this way, money clears blockages that contain the economy, which performs best at roaring best.
If we only value money we become empty earning shells. As shells lack any filler, the become washed up on the shore objections to doing nothing. But a shell contains nothing and is nothing, and nothing doing nothing means that one of those nothingnesses isn't doing nothing, it's up to something. Empty earning shells that smile here say hello there fine morning elsewhere I seek a good school district and happy honeybees with ruddy faces is really just carting around money from one automatic teller to another, accruing potentially used inside the honey of our own extinct toilet.
Friday, April 29, 2011
TOEFL Essay - travels alone or guided
Q. Many people enjoy vacations that are with a tour guide. Still others enjoy traveling alone. Which do you prefer?
A.
I have found travel to most places in the world particularly interesting. I have performed this action by myself. There has been no interference. Because of the simple nature of solitude, I prefer no tour guides free from distraction and jabbering commentary, and also free of charge.
Distraction in a talkative way is a big deal. What is “nice to know” is not “must know.” When we navigate urban areas of interest, various flights of fancy might dictate nonstop talking, or jabber. Commentary made loud as it's microphoned up to large speakers has this jabbering and muddy affect. Much of this jabber forms commentary, but who writes this commentary and for whom? I am not a usual tourist. For example, I will not fit like an egg into the open top of a bus, roaring down the wide avenues in the rain with a barker delivering historical information at a high pitch. I don't want my head getting wet on the bus. I would rather rain deflect or detour around my studious locks. There's no city that can't handle my hair. I have even invested in multiple avenues of over-the-counter straightener to relax my hair because it signifies the real me. I detest the tours.
Tours often charge high prices to proffer the belief that your glimpse of the environs uniquely satisfies. I am not looking to be generically quenched. My adventuresome spirit thrives, but I know that language which boasts of uniqueness and one-of-a-kind thrills originates in the mouths of liars. I want to see real lions, not hear talk of the lion's roaring. With guides, there is no angle uncovered, but my quest for authentic experience eclipses my desire for surprise. No one scare or suddenly increase the volume coming from your voice box, please no.
A.
I have found travel to most places in the world particularly interesting. I have performed this action by myself. There has been no interference. Because of the simple nature of solitude, I prefer no tour guides free from distraction and jabbering commentary, and also free of charge.
Distraction in a talkative way is a big deal. What is “nice to know” is not “must know.” When we navigate urban areas of interest, various flights of fancy might dictate nonstop talking, or jabber. Commentary made loud as it's microphoned up to large speakers has this jabbering and muddy affect. Much of this jabber forms commentary, but who writes this commentary and for whom? I am not a usual tourist. For example, I will not fit like an egg into the open top of a bus, roaring down the wide avenues in the rain with a barker delivering historical information at a high pitch. I don't want my head getting wet on the bus. I would rather rain deflect or detour around my studious locks. There's no city that can't handle my hair. I have even invested in multiple avenues of over-the-counter straightener to relax my hair because it signifies the real me. I detest the tours.
Tours often charge high prices to proffer the belief that your glimpse of the environs uniquely satisfies. I am not looking to be generically quenched. My adventuresome spirit thrives, but I know that language which boasts of uniqueness and one-of-a-kind thrills originates in the mouths of liars. I want to see real lions, not hear talk of the lion's roaring. With guides, there is no angle uncovered, but my quest for authentic experience eclipses my desire for surprise. No one scare or suddenly increase the volume coming from your voice box, please no.
Sunday, April 10, 2011
TOEFL Essay - a job for life
Q. A job should mean a job for life. Do you agree or disagree? Use specific reasons and examples to support your answer.
A.
If you work, it should be for life. My opinion says that jobs should affect your entire life, because loyalty ensues from putting people to work for you and because work climates with long-term employees are positive.
Most work requires solid effort. We finish one project and another one rolls our way. There is nothing like a lifetime to finish all the work rolling at us. In fact, a workplace affects us in a lifetime sense, and this represents a relationship. As our divorced hands tire, we apply the same longevity to marriages. We view terms of service to others in punctuated format. If jobs were longer and slower, other facets of commitment would elongate. If we program ourselves to follow each product we put forth into the world to our graves, our dedication to other pursuits trains itself to experience the same till death do us part. We see how our products mutate, merge, reformat and consolidate, and we take our cues from the radical changes worldly affairs conspire to exert on our own relationships.
Long term employees are positive. From the pictures their faces glare nothing but teeth and satisfaction. Can brands cause our definition to be smiles? If chocolates grant me profound sexual flavors, perhaps my hands placed on an object I've made results in a depth of this flavor? I want to market myself as mint, and employers recognize our steps to fasten a stable position where we can enjoy weekends and have a life. These machines were made for halving our duties. Where did the halving disappear to? Having a life means more concentration in the job place and less in the job market. I want a job to affect my entire life. If living means working anyway, I thought at least a job I prefer might be one that attracts me.
A.
If you work, it should be for life. My opinion says that jobs should affect your entire life, because loyalty ensues from putting people to work for you and because work climates with long-term employees are positive.
Most work requires solid effort. We finish one project and another one rolls our way. There is nothing like a lifetime to finish all the work rolling at us. In fact, a workplace affects us in a lifetime sense, and this represents a relationship. As our divorced hands tire, we apply the same longevity to marriages. We view terms of service to others in punctuated format. If jobs were longer and slower, other facets of commitment would elongate. If we program ourselves to follow each product we put forth into the world to our graves, our dedication to other pursuits trains itself to experience the same till death do us part. We see how our products mutate, merge, reformat and consolidate, and we take our cues from the radical changes worldly affairs conspire to exert on our own relationships.
Long term employees are positive. From the pictures their faces glare nothing but teeth and satisfaction. Can brands cause our definition to be smiles? If chocolates grant me profound sexual flavors, perhaps my hands placed on an object I've made results in a depth of this flavor? I want to market myself as mint, and employers recognize our steps to fasten a stable position where we can enjoy weekends and have a life. These machines were made for halving our duties. Where did the halving disappear to? Having a life means more concentration in the job place and less in the job market. I want a job to affect my entire life. If living means working anyway, I thought at least a job I prefer might be one that attracts me.
Hiatus
Been on a hiatus, sleep
I'm on a gurney, I need sleep
I'm Journey and I'm hooked on a Federer feeling
I don't play tennis, I lay logs.
Been on a hiatus, coffee
I'm in a sack in the back
of a Toyota Tercel, please comfort me.
I'm stuck in this area that lacks GPS.
Been on a hiatus, family matters
I'm in an emergency; I miss my clothes
Something in this drink tastes funny.
I'm on a hiatus, don't blow
the spot I'm on up.
Don't blow up my spot
my get up requires a turgid response
to your sturgeon first responder
but homegrown is alembic Limberger
I live in the Craftmatic Adjustable prayer circle.
I'm on a gurney, I need sleep
I'm Journey and I'm hooked on a Federer feeling
I don't play tennis, I lay logs.
Been on a hiatus, coffee
I'm in a sack in the back
of a Toyota Tercel, please comfort me.
I'm stuck in this area that lacks GPS.
Been on a hiatus, family matters
I'm in an emergency; I miss my clothes
Something in this drink tastes funny.
I'm on a hiatus, don't blow
the spot I'm on up.
Don't blow up my spot
my get up requires a turgid response
to your sturgeon first responder
but homegrown is alembic Limberger
I live in the Craftmatic Adjustable prayer circle.
Sunday, March 13, 2011
TOEFL Essay - Banks and DMVs
Q. A foreign visitor has only one day to spend in your country. Where should this visitor go on that day? Why? Use specific reasons and details to support your choice.
A.
Finding important sites worthy of your day-long visit only spells difficulty. Were a foreign visitor passing through going to a bank and then to a Department of Motor Vehicles would be a suggestion. This trip would be fruitful and what this individual could do to come away with a solid idea of the USA.
Money really holds all true value. Value slips through the hands of your tight wallet. You need faces printed on greenish cotton. Each moment money relaxes in a place without spending, haven't you ever felt inertia? Banks money pillars. Contemplate how money in a certain country is treated. If money is treated well, you have found a good place to spend.
A US bank's sparse standing room area offers no room to rest your bones. Tip your hat to the health industry. A doctor will adjust your back and knees. Adorned with small tables for quick calculations, these aren't signs of security. The bank is arrogant that what's stowed either no one will steal or is valueless. Banks have no more secret areas where countless millions are stored. When you deposit money it's take to the back room where employees thumb through it and then it's sent into a subterranean tube. Millions are computerized. US banks do not fall into the tube, only the product does. Aside from what's in the ground, there is no product. Just gassy foam that money becomes as it flies from your wallet. Without seats there is no solace or resting while this flight occurs.
The Department of Motor Vehicles reveals how democratic processes work. Regulation will always stand there, lining up ordered and full of gumption. You pay and you get a document with your picture on it. Now you exist officially. The roles at work here are employees who dole out the authority required to make you exist. Once you benefit from this largesse, you're ready to reap the benefits of US life. We need identification and this is the place to get to it inside of a regulatory framework.
A.
Finding important sites worthy of your day-long visit only spells difficulty. Were a foreign visitor passing through going to a bank and then to a Department of Motor Vehicles would be a suggestion. This trip would be fruitful and what this individual could do to come away with a solid idea of the USA.
Money really holds all true value. Value slips through the hands of your tight wallet. You need faces printed on greenish cotton. Each moment money relaxes in a place without spending, haven't you ever felt inertia? Banks money pillars. Contemplate how money in a certain country is treated. If money is treated well, you have found a good place to spend.
A US bank's sparse standing room area offers no room to rest your bones. Tip your hat to the health industry. A doctor will adjust your back and knees. Adorned with small tables for quick calculations, these aren't signs of security. The bank is arrogant that what's stowed either no one will steal or is valueless. Banks have no more secret areas where countless millions are stored. When you deposit money it's take to the back room where employees thumb through it and then it's sent into a subterranean tube. Millions are computerized. US banks do not fall into the tube, only the product does. Aside from what's in the ground, there is no product. Just gassy foam that money becomes as it flies from your wallet. Without seats there is no solace or resting while this flight occurs.
The Department of Motor Vehicles reveals how democratic processes work. Regulation will always stand there, lining up ordered and full of gumption. You pay and you get a document with your picture on it. Now you exist officially. The roles at work here are employees who dole out the authority required to make you exist. Once you benefit from this largesse, you're ready to reap the benefits of US life. We need identification and this is the place to get to it inside of a regulatory framework.
Saturday, February 26, 2011
TOEFL Essay for Wisconsin - "Welcome to the Real World"
There's a reason people turn into zombies; it's because we only live for ourselves. Eventually, after years of self-obsession, we know nothing else. We universalize our obsession. We assume everyone wants brains when we do. Ironically, we become obsessed with what others are doing. Their actions reduce what we see as the number of available brains. Naturally, we can't suffer this reduction in brains, since we need to eat brains. Others' brains, never our own. Our own brain we want, nay, we need intact. It's our slice-of-pie brain; what little we have left.
No one wants to be a zombie, because even though it's a relatively low maintenance lifestyle, it offers nothing new. It's harsh, and if we transformed into zombies tomorrow, we'd have to deal with it. I'd assume most of us would fight, however, against such a fate. Imagine though if there were a large contingent of voices saying that we should just give our brains away; let's just let the zombies have them. They want them, after all, more than we seem to. If they have the get-up-and-go, then they deserve our brains. C'est la vie.
It's possible for virtually anyone to appeal to the harshness of the real world, and that we should acquiesce can always be argued. I'm sure there's virtue in acceptance. Somewhere. Should someone come in your house with a gun and take everything you own, well, tough shit: "welcome to the real world." Welcome to the negation of any argument you can make. It's just the flow that negates all action. Police don't even need exist because, after all, "welcome to the real world." Nothing can be done.
The real world includes workers like those protesting in Wisconsin, those protesting against the idea that someone can simply come in to power and take whatever and whenever they want. Have you read this bill? It stipulates that the governor can privatize whenever he wishes or "deems necessary." Would you give this much power to a governor merely because he claimed to share your politics? If so, you really should call yourself a communist, because this is forced collectivization, only this time it's for the profit of a few, not of a party.
The irony here is this: If you defend this, then you defend tyrants yet claim to be against big govt. That's right: the men and women you defend are tyrants. You defend Bush, Palin, and now Walker. These big personalities with big plans believe in concentration of power in the executive branch, be that on the state or federal level. These big government actors use legislation to enrich a small group of people, all the while using the state security apparatus to legitimize their actions. This is as big as big government gets.
Another irony: Were these people threatening your livelihood with these bills, you'd do something. It's easy to snipe with snide comments when you're safe, when they haven't yet come for you.
You wouldn't welcome these changes were you a union worker in Wisconsin. You'd be pissed the hell off. Why? Because only people who are about to get their brains sucked out by aliens sit back and let it happen. Only under hallucinogens or under severe hypnosis would you acquiesce to the zombies so easily. So, either pick your poison, or shut the hell up.
No one wants to be a zombie, because even though it's a relatively low maintenance lifestyle, it offers nothing new. It's harsh, and if we transformed into zombies tomorrow, we'd have to deal with it. I'd assume most of us would fight, however, against such a fate. Imagine though if there were a large contingent of voices saying that we should just give our brains away; let's just let the zombies have them. They want them, after all, more than we seem to. If they have the get-up-and-go, then they deserve our brains. C'est la vie.
It's possible for virtually anyone to appeal to the harshness of the real world, and that we should acquiesce can always be argued. I'm sure there's virtue in acceptance. Somewhere. Should someone come in your house with a gun and take everything you own, well, tough shit: "welcome to the real world." Welcome to the negation of any argument you can make. It's just the flow that negates all action. Police don't even need exist because, after all, "welcome to the real world." Nothing can be done.
The real world includes workers like those protesting in Wisconsin, those protesting against the idea that someone can simply come in to power and take whatever and whenever they want. Have you read this bill? It stipulates that the governor can privatize whenever he wishes or "deems necessary." Would you give this much power to a governor merely because he claimed to share your politics? If so, you really should call yourself a communist, because this is forced collectivization, only this time it's for the profit of a few, not of a party.
The irony here is this: If you defend this, then you defend tyrants yet claim to be against big govt. That's right: the men and women you defend are tyrants. You defend Bush, Palin, and now Walker. These big personalities with big plans believe in concentration of power in the executive branch, be that on the state or federal level. These big government actors use legislation to enrich a small group of people, all the while using the state security apparatus to legitimize their actions. This is as big as big government gets.
Another irony: Were these people threatening your livelihood with these bills, you'd do something. It's easy to snipe with snide comments when you're safe, when they haven't yet come for you.
You wouldn't welcome these changes were you a union worker in Wisconsin. You'd be pissed the hell off. Why? Because only people who are about to get their brains sucked out by aliens sit back and let it happen. Only under hallucinogens or under severe hypnosis would you acquiesce to the zombies so easily. So, either pick your poison, or shut the hell up.
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