On Being Up Late For No Reason

There's really nothing like explaining some tangent on why you just said you believe X, and then the guy you're talking to just says "No." Double-bonus-swoon if he adds "I don't believe that because it's not in the Bible."

In other news, how odd it feels.

To have these dual feelings of both infatuation and of not giving a damn of what other people think. Or that like...I ought to feel this way.

Anyway, I've been getting Demon Hunter songs stuck in my head and well what else am I gonna do at 2 in the morning but look up lyrics online.

And was at first like woooooow this is rad stuff. Fun happy funtimes.

No day of wrath will see me break for that faithless breath of shame
When the heretics come to make that list, be true to speak my name
...
No man can bring a fatal sting and I laugh at the gallows thrall
Just line it tight around my neck so my words will break that fall


And this just stood out when I first listened to this album and still chills the back of my neck.

And those who curse the sky will face the earth

Because uh...because I'm a chick and emotional and read too much into stuff.

But then I read from this song and found it so damn funny.

Bury every sign of life in filth and hollow trend
And push against progression on the path of logic’s end
Like tears flowing upward

(Chorus)

With every waking second you front, another real life loses ground
Ten thousand arms outstretched and you have the nerve to strike them all
No reason to coexist?
No reason to exist

So yeah. The first two lyrics are from Grand Finale.

In Other News I Shall Not Segue Between Paragraphs

Democrat who held a one-man, five-month long filibuster in (congress or senate, not sure) the Nixon admin to get the draft ended and some other awesome shit, joins the LP as of like, day before yesterday, but omg he says that the Democratic Party is no longer "the party of FDR" and all of a sudden he's no good and not welcome and BUHJAAAYZUS THE PARTY IS OVER. Even though it took me about...thirteen seconds to find a video of him saying in a youtube video something about FDR... where he says fdr was rad because of the ending of Prohibition, and not for all the doctrinal reasons the Lp doesn't like him.

It's like, the libertarians are at a crowded party but standing in the corner looking up at a mirror that shows everyone else and sees everyone talking. And then thinks, well shit I can see everyone talking! They must be talking to me! Fucking retards. But I guess that counts as old news.

Does the fact that he's Mike....Gravel....like...does that fact compute with any of the people getting their panties in a twist over him joining?

I could totally understand the weeping and gnashing of teeth if this were, say. Rahm Emmanuel, or Nancy Pelosi, or Jorge the Younger joining the LP.


Now yeah, on prohibition that’s unlikely to have been FDR single-handedly, in fact I bet it’s just some obscure kool-aid no one’s drinking anymore but him, but he’s still talking about the war on drugs and not specie vs. notes.

He's not talking to Rothbard, he's talking to my idiot stoner brother.

Surely there were people who joined the Lp from the Democrat/so-called "left" side who just picked up the econ stuff afterwards...now obviously we can’t have all the huge name recognition and political clout of Mike Gravel, but still.

I've yet to see any anti-Gravelites even recognize the parallel about RP, much less explain how it isn't hypocrisy. Not that I really care enough to let the issue turn into how Ron Paul is soooo awesome.

The Government We Deserve

"It's your money, but it's your war, too."

Hurtzdonuts....yummy

[I'm pretty sure this was meant for an Lp forum thread on myspace, I thiiink amn't sure, but was in response to the question of like, should a state secede today, or would you support it, something like that.]

The reason why secession was seen as treason against the country was because the dominant thought (apparently throughout the Union/North) was that the Constitution was ratified only that one time at the Constitutional Convention. (It wasn't ratified at the convention but you know what I mean.) It was never set up as a contract subject to renewal by each generation of rabble-rousers/freedom fighters.

Oh yeah yeah "governments derive their just powers from consent of the governed..." and all that...but those words aren't in the Constitution, but the Declaration of Independence. There's not only a war but also another national compact between the two and the extent to which you can comprehend the change that made throws away the right of secession as a product of the Revolution. And no, the Revolution itself was not a secession movement, since the colonies were never anything but colonies. If they'd wanted seats in Parliament, they could have bitched and complained or behaved better and eventually gotten 'em.

The two major secession threats before 1860 were just that: threats. Overshadowed by destroyed political parties and denigrated, ideologically pigeonholed politicians on both sides (Jackson for his Crusade against the Bank, Calhoun for advocating slavery as a positive good by the end of his life); secession itself, as a right and valid response to perceived and real tyranny by the federal government was becoming the cry of "wolf."

By 1860 not only was secession not taken seriously because of its track record, but it was becoming a joke in the House/Senate.

'We are still just where we started six months ago, except that our Southern friends have dissolved the Union forty or fifty times since then." Congressman Schuyler Colfax, about conditions in Congress in 1859.

"There had been two overt attempts at secession already....the second upon the election of Speaker [of the House] Pennington, when the South seceded from Congress, went out, took a drink, and then came back. The third attempt would be...when Old Abe would be elected. They would then again secede and this time would take two drinks, but would come back again." -Congressman Carl Schurz, during the 1860 campaign.

[This is an old post I didn't even put in blogger, so finding where I got those quotes from will be a bitch but likely doable if called on 'em]

Even as a minarch, I refuse to recognize any morality associated with a government. If you think diLorenzo is the messiah of Civil War historiography, then you're missing out. On at least this. (it's a pdf. Skip to page 6 for the prices set by the government.)

If a state seceded today their temporal life would be guaranteed to be short and I don't mean of the state entity.

Like I Tried To Post On Earlier

I was thinking while I was scrubbing the inside of the tub.

consent of the governed.

Those governed...must give consent.

omg I never signed a social contract lolz...yeah you're hardcore. neat.

Anyway...those governed have to give consent. If they don't, the laws are bullshit. The authority is usurped and...invalid. It's not authority by law, but by force.

This I think is the idea or lingering concept from the American Revolution that best justifies secession in December 1860. Despite the awesomely smart move of splitting the Democratic Party ticket three ways, the South did not consent to living under a Republican administration. So far I don't think the reasoning is nearly as...grounded in genuine issues as Richard Wright defacing a ballot he was working/fixing on with "I protest this fraud" when he was young but...whatever. Not my bag. They did not consent so they Finally went through with it and seceded.

They were not allowed to do that. "consent of the governed" somewhere was bastardized into, well...

whenever any form of government becomes destructive to these ends, it is the right of the people to alter or to abolish it blah blah

The right to abolish was demonstrably taken out. This form of government is destructive to the ends [securing the rights of life liberty blah blah] well then you have to work within the form of government...which is destructive to the ends. That way you have ordinary southerners not involved in politics defending the CSA, since yeah the politicians are dumbashell-- exempli gratia, the 1860 Democratic ticket(s).

Vote Ron Paul! Hell, vote Libertarian!

hahahahahahahaha...that was too much to resist. Anyway back to my program...

And I know I'm doing the thing I get annoyed at others doing...quoting the Declaration of Independence as if it means a damn thing today. But it's part of the Revolutionary period...I think there's some court case ruling from about ten years before '76 that would count for me as perhaps the beginning of that period. Gosh. Had to do with jury nullification, it was pretty awesome. The only class I didn't buy the books for. Oh-pression. So...far as I know, the Constitution and Bill of Rights are the end of that. oooh maybe the Kentucky and Virginia Resolutions too, but I'd have to read them.

"derives their just powers from the consent of the governed."

Who is governed? What is that.

Old enough to die for my country, but not old enough to buy a beer?

That's not everyone since children do not give consent to their parents (sorry to get all Molyneaux on y'all)...

*giggle*

but the state does.

But that's beside the point. Children are governed by their parents and indirectly, the state; di-rectly and tragicaly if they're wards of the court and not applicable.

And I'm still in minarchy, Libertarian, the American situation. Not asking to be shown the copy of the Magna Carta that has my name on it.

Who is governed.

Everyone. The laws affect. Everyone.

It's probably against the law for me to use a short barstool instead of a computer chair for the next couple days until my computer chair comes in the mail. I probably broke a law or several when I changed out of my pants and gray t-shirt and scrubbed the inside of the tub wearing hoochie short-shorts and a white t-shirt.

One of...well almost the only thing I learned from the "Revolutionary America" class I took a year ago, aside from my latent talent for writing essays full of spectacularly feminist-based nonsense (all my jokes wherein I sarcastically say feminist stuff like "holding me responsible for my actions is sexist" aren't really that funny anymore so much as they are quick occasional glances at a black cloud I know I don't want to stand under anymore)...was that there was

or the dominant paradigm for looking at America at that time period with an eye for how women and The Other was treated was

spheres of influence. The men had their sphere, including public life, politics, and beating and/or raping their wives. Or not...the instructor did mention once that the neighborhood would likely look down on a man who treated his wife exceedingly poorly. Didn't make a huge deal out of this, but she did say it. Or the other wives would nag the hell out of their husbands to tell that one bad guy to cut the crap.

Which brings to the women's sphere. Basically, the household and everything involved in that. And yeah...everything. Dust IS dirt.

And that was it. Laws did not address or pertain to women because.....laws were Over Here, and women were Over There.

But nooooow. Women somehow took ... I guess saw abolitionists (even though they didn't free slaves on a large scale, thanks to King Lincoln and his predilection for government agents shooting people, funny thing that).

Ooooh oooooooooooooh all men are created equal really means all people and was not limited to the cultural and political context of the meaning of the word men such as it was at the time, but actually applies to humans like Garrison and his silly ass is saying? hmmmm I is people.

So women wanted to go Over There. And now we are.

Result? Stories like this. Exponentially. And that's just in podunk-California in the early 1980s, who know how screwed that guy would be if it happened today.

So...thank you very much, all you insecure women who took Abigail Adams' letters way out of context, it's been swell, but the swelling ain't going down.

On Metal

I don't care how kickassy they sound, or how terrible my hearing of German is, but as soon as my brain carves out them saying "blahblahblah Sie sind Gott"

I will burst out laughing and turn that shit off.

Eventually, indignation is just silly.

I think it was this song. Urge to troll the comments with "lolz," rising.

On

On being fucking horrified at yourself from two years ago. Don't get much more fun than that, yo.

I want to point out awesomely that you are responsible for your own thoughts (sorta) and actions and all that goodthink. And then think how wow I am at thinking the right things. But when I turn it around into just retelling myself that I am responsible. Well then the party's over.

But anyway. To recap what I've already spilled.

I've tried so many times to explain it that I can't remember if I've actually posted before about the dreams I have er have had for the past oh idunno going on five years now where it's basically a rehash of being around my mom and she's flipping out screaming at me or somehow fucking things up usually in public and I'm freaking out too, either well not either but crying and like. Fighting with her. Trying to set things right. ha. Reliving the death that she's allowed herself to become.

and then waking up in the middle of the night because it's a horrible fucking dream and then kinda freaked out because holy shit dude I've been crying in my sleep and it's a good damn thing my nails are short 'cause I've had my hands balled up into tight fists by the time I come to. And of course it's like...3am and the room's dark and it's kinda

*tilts head back* kinda spooky to wake up in the middle of the night from a bad dream. Oh, it freaks you out too.

But only from her. The Other Stuff doesn't bother me. Unless I go back to it. Which admittedly I mistakenly thought I'd "have to" when I first talked to my dad, but no. He's got an idea of that... I guess at least that he knows there's stuff I haven't told him. I don't really want to tell him, not out of shame, but just that I don't need to upset him.

But only from her. Yeah there's some really graphic memories I have of too many other things, but as soon as I'm asleep they're gone I have gosh what's that called. I have rest.

So where was I going. Oh yeah. They started about four years ago. I move...no I didn't move. She got us evicted and called me at school about anyway that was about six years ago. Math is fun.

It got interesting when my dad told me that he's got PTSD for something and I looked up symptoms and wow gosh. Didn't really help too much or anything, or make it easier to deal with. But trivia is fun.

So last week I got one again. But muted. I was there and pissed off, but I wasn't alone, there was someone with me, and we both kinda...watched her. I probably told this person "my side" or something, but it wasn't nearly as intense a feeling of "have to make things right" as before.

Was it someone I know with me? *shrug* Don't remember. Don't think it was anyone in this life I know, or anyone in other, hey look over there, but just, someone.

Last night. Well, Saturday night/Sunday morning.

I left her. She started going ballistic, some guy threw my stuff out of the apartment for her (they looked like different people, but I don't even know what she looks like now anyway). I picked up some of the stuff, sold some other things, and left. Hitched a ride with someone, sold some other things, the guy who threw my stuff out tried catching up to me to lecture me. So I kept leaving.

And then woke up. Sorta.

Oh hey look a cartoon!