Tonight marked the very first time that I masturbated at the same time that the United States has some kind of universal health care system!

It's not the best bill, but it's a start that can be improved.

I just had an interesting revelation regarding freedom. My mom came down with pancreatic cancer about a year ago, and I felt my personal sense of freedom curtailed. Sure, it was only curtailed by my own sense morality and obligation. but it was limited nonetheless. And I noticed, there is only so much freedom I am willing to give up. I was suddenly much more aware of, and resistant to, all the other limitations on my freedom like my marriage and my job and living in a society where I have to wear pants. Then my mom died, and I inherited a house and quite a bit of money. Now that my freedom is far less constrained by finances, or by dying single mother, only child dynamics, the minor impositions of job and marriage and pants obsessed society don't even register.

I've read that the sense of certainty is simply an emotion, a specific analog circuit that engages and drives our logical mind to come up with explanations. Now, through experience, I believe our sense of freedom is another emotional circuit. While in a strictly deterministic world individual freedom does not exist as such, the sense of personal freedom is a very real part of the chain of cause and effect.

(And thus, a personal conundrum is resolved, cognitive dissonance is decreased, and pants are worn.)

After nearly a decade with the same sig, I've decided to get rid of the Python quote and replace it with something even more combative. I saw it in an Empire: Total War loading screen, heh heh.

"None can love freedom heartily, but good men; the rest love not freedom, but license." --John Milton.

Liberty is a social contract, it requires active participation to achieve it. License is "I get to do what I want."

chatroulette.com

I'm loving this one. I'm the guy with the cam on his cock, white t-shirt. When the cam is up for about a second, I extend my little finger and flip you off. Also, I have a Swedish IP address, because I'm at one of my summer homes right now. I'm only here in the winter because my wife hid the keys to all my good summer homes. She caught me with a prostitute again, and I'm in the doghouse.

So I served a guy a restraining order today. He'd beat up my friend a couple times, gave him a concussion the last time. So my friend got a restraining order, but he's a waiter and this is the dead time of year for that in Santa Fe, and he doesn't have the money to pay the sheriff to serve the papers. So I volunteered. This guy is a punk ass gangster wannabe who hangs out with a crowd of (snicker) Santa Fe toughs. But they kicked the shit out of my friend in public a couple times, and they are cracked out of their heads a lot of the time, so yeah, I was a little scared. But it was the right thing to do, and the fact that you have to pay someone to serve a restraining order sucks balls, so I had to do it. I had to track the fucker down, too, because he didn't show up for work tonight. He was off at some bar with his friends. I walked right up to him, made sure it was him (I've never met the guy), handed him the papers and walked out, calm as you please.

My hands are shaking a little bit now, though.

Pancreatic cancer. You just don't recover from that one. This last year has been pretty hard. I'm the only child of a single mom, so this has all been on me and my wife. And of course, being my mom, she had to go die oversees. In a little tiny village outside of Peterborough in England. Well, she actually passed away in a Sue Ryder hospice in Peterborough, Thorpe Hall. The building is older than my country. She was staying with her old friend Marianna and her husband in Nassington. So there we were, my wife and I, in a foreign country experiencing the snowstorm of the decade, staying with virtual strangers in a tiny village with all of 20 or so buildings, for Christmas. I'll just say this, my mom died like she lived: weirdly.

This will explain
where the fuck I've been
in case you were
missing me.

I fell asleep
in an adult theater
in Belgium
with my hand on my cock.
I would plead
that this was just
an aberration but
that would be a lie
because I did it twice.

Time mag wrote that the '00's were the worst decade EVAR! I can't deny that, but they ain't seen nothing yet.

Folks, you are going to be in pain. Pain Pain Pain. How can I say it? You're going to be hurting.

I can see it, and so can most of you. Hell, I'll skin a kitten just for fun, but the pain you all are going to be in actually brings a tear to my eye.

You may as well get a head start on everyone else. Start thinking about what it really means to be an American. Start thinking about what it really means to be a human being. Start realizing that you have a choice. You can't be both.

We're going to discover that it's becoming physically impossible to be an American. The laws of thermodynamics prevent it. Or maybe it's karma. Or maybe we'll just be the first empire in history destroyed by stupidity.

So I would recommend that you choose to be a human being. Being an American isn't going to be very easy in the next decade.

Happy New Year, a little early.

Continued questions:

Can free people exist in totalitarian states?

If a person exists in a way such that their desires and goals never contradict the totalitarian state, can that person be said to be free?

Or is freedom a collective attribute? Is there no such thing as a free person, only free nations?

Truth here:

http://www.wired.com/threatlevel/2009/11/brazil_blackout/

People wanking themselves over lies here:

http://hardware.slashdot.org/story/09/11/11/1426256/How-Vulnerable-Is-Our-Power-Grid

Give me your definitions of freedom.

This one isn't like the other ones. I haven't nailed down my own definition of what freedom is or is not.

All I know for sure is that the right libertarians are wrong. Freedom is NOT money. Taxes don't steal your freedom.

But that's not a definition. So sock it to me!

But I won't apologize for the prank.

http://slashdot.org/~Profane+MuthaFucka/journal/239563

Raise your hand. Post here.

Don't post here unless you intend to say you love Pudge.
Just post with the word "I love him", exactly, and nothing else.

This is an experiment, just play along.

If there were no such thing as white privilege, then this wouldn't be funny at all.

Generic White Man

http://www.snotr.com/video/422

Being White is clearly better. Who could even argue?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TG4f9zR5yzY&feature=player_embedded