Dear Senators, It has been too long since we last convened on the senate floor. Sadly, it has been a very long time since we have seen our devoutly loved Daddy. With that said, I wish to bring IDEAS to the senate floor in my attempt to bring us all together on the sacred marble floor.
I just awoke from a day dream in my senatorial recliner where I was swept away to a beautiful future. One not too far geographically and can exist immediately with enough joint retard strength.
California! Fellow senators California! We need to take advantage of a recent economic boom - the green rush.
I realize we need California drivers license and residency to acquire one of these, but thanks to some contacts with my cousin Van it should not be a problem. With access to legal amounts of medical marijuana and legal grow ops we can get this dream underway.
Now, with so many people going after the hills of green gold we need to be organized. That means division of labor gentlemen. I don't consider myself a Caesar by any means but have some great roles/jobs we can each take over (any of which you can veto or offer new if desired).
Po-Mo: Art-Marketing-Photography
Senator: Farming supervisor, Blog Webmaster
Daddy: Security, Legal guideline Supervisor
Nero: Vaporization Research and Development, Electronic Entertainment
Now what is this OPERATION I am dreaming of? Gentlemen of the Senate we are going to open ....
"The Senate" - A Vaporizer Lounge for Gentlemen
All holders of legal medical marijuana cards with appropriate limits on purchase can come in and enjoy a regal room with senatorial recliners with individual entertainment systems. 32 inch LCD with all movies games and TV shows on demand. Also you can have LAN support and play with your fellow senators in the room. (Including support for classic titles like THPS 3/4/Underground and Snow Board Kids 2 and all DBZ Games)
I have been doing research on the most sophisticated vaporizing method for years and am sure I can create the most efficient and powerful way to vaporize. I think given enough time with Chris overseeing the grow ops with his farming experience and Jared making sure the legal guideline are met with Coles art and photography marketing skills. This is a real future, though now only a dream.
Year: 2066 Location: Jupiter Florida Retirement Home Journal: Entry #1
Sun-light pierces my eyes as I jolt awake blinking and struggle to gain a regular breathing pattern. The night nurse has done her usual. My catheter bag has long since overflowed and the pool of urine on the floor had plenty of time to congeal. It is now a toxic piss bag stew that physically makes my eyes cringe and water in defense. I subconsciously evaluate the angle of the sun's light through the window and my realization makes the pee-stink become a comforting blanket around my mind excited about my last pleasure in life. It is finally time; I am allowed. I rise with pained cracks and pops of hollow death and curve my back forward while blinded by tears. I clasp sporadically in the air in a desperate attempt to grasp the dangling Morphene pump and collapse into narcosis. In these sweaty moments of agony the nasally chatter of the morning nurse in the hallway, ignoring my many immediate needs, is like steel-wool scrubbing the inside of my skull. The intense pain makes time pass more slowly and I ponder the importance of self-examined speech. While most speech is vanity, people talking to hear themselves talk, some individuals achieve a greater quality of speech by listening to the silent existential abyss and attempting to speak something worth breaking the silence. After countless painful blind attempts I finally feel the plastic pump appear in my hand. Without hesitation I compress the button and snap limp in the bed without saying a word.
The King is Back!:Cocked, loaded and ready for action, Duke delivers epic ass-kicking, massive weapons, giant explosions and pure unadulterated fun! Put on your shades and step into the boots of Duke Nukem. The alien hordes are invading and only Duke can save the world. Pig cops, alien shrink rays and enormous alien bosses can't stop this epic hero from accomplishing his goal: to save the world, save the babes and to be a bad-ass while doing it. The King arrives with an arsenal of over-the-top weapons, non-stop action, and unprecedented levels of interactivity. With hours and hours of action, and a range of bodacious multiplayer modes, rest assured knowing the fun goes on and on. Did the Alien bastards not learn their lesson the first time? Duke has been on hiatus for some time now, kicking back and franchising himself on the fame he gained from saving Earth from the first invasion. The Aliens have returned to Earth yet again, messing up Duke's sweet routine of dirty leisure habits. The Alien invaders are stealing Earth's women, especially the hot ones! And they drank Duke's beer. This. Won't. Stand. As Duke battles his way the Nukem franchise chains are crumbling before his eyes. Time to bring pain! Features: Through waves of aliens, the once beautiful gambling haven and Duke lifting weights, playing pinball, pool, air hockey, and slots. World Interactivity: Spend as much time as you want shooting hoops, Scale & Variety: Packed with explosive FPS action, outlandish settings, driving, and puzzle solving - gamer will never tire of the endless FUN. Multiplayer like No Other: Classic modes are re-made with a Duke twist. Shrink, squash, freeze and shatter your opponents, or just frag them with a rocket. Bust a Gut: Duke pulls no punches. Duke's constant stream of hilarious one-liners throughout the game make this an out loud good time.
***Duke Nukem without Nudity?***
Here is an image that should get you on the DUKE NUKEM FOREVER bandwagon!
- Naked Woman: What about the game Duke? Was it any good?
- Duke: Yeah, but after 12 fucking years it should be!
NOW FOR SOME GAME-PLAY BY ME!
-Here is Nero kicking Queen Bitch's Alien Ass! 5 mins 480p.
This week do what you can Senators! WHATEVER YOU CAN! Get Duke Nukem Forever! Message me for help if you need any! Cheers!
Plato's character Phaedo of Elis, having been present at Socrates' deathbed relates the dialogue from that day to Echecrates, a fellow philosopher. By engaging in dialectic with a group of Socrates' friends, including the Thebans Cebes and Simmias, Socrates explores various arguments for the soul's immortality in order to show that there is an afterlife in which the soul will dwell following death. Phaedo tells the story that following the discussion; he and the others were there to witness the death of Socrates.
One of the main themes in the Phaedo is the idea that the soul is immortal. Socrates offers four arguments for the soul's immortality:
1) The Cyclical Argument, or Opposites Argument explains that Forms are eternal and unchanging, and as the soul always brings life, then it must not die, and is necessarily "imperishable". As the body is mortal and is subject to physical death, the soul must be its indestructible opposite. Plato then suggests the analogy of fire and cold. If the form of cold is imperishable, and fire, its opposite, was within close proximity, it would have to withdraw intact as does the soul during death. This could be likened to the idea of the opposite charges of magnets. (How the fuck do do they work?)
2) The Theory of Recollection explains that we possess some non-empirical knowledge (e.g. The Form of Equality) at birth, implying the soul existed before birth to carry that knowledge.
3) The Affinity Argument, (Cartesian dualism) explains that invisible, immortal, and incorporeal things are different from visible, mortal, and corporeal things. Our soul is of the former, while our body is of the latter, so when our bodies die and decay, our soul will continue to live.
4) The Argument from Form of Life, or The Final Argument explains that the Forms, incorporeal and static entities, are the cause of all things in the world, and all things participate in Forms. The soul, by its very nature, participates in the Form of Life, which means the soul can never die.
Socrates thus concludes, "Then, Cebes, beyond question, the soul is immortal and imperishable, and our souls will truly exist in another world. "Once dead, man's soul will go to Hades and be in the company of," as Socrates says, "...men departed, better than those whom I leave behind." For he will dwell amongst those who were true philosophers, like he.
We have as much proof in the immortality of the soul as we do in the belief that we are not dreaming. If one states that they are not dreaming, they are no more vindicated than a believer in an immortal soul. Socrates is right in his claims that he will join great company after his death, but only as right as the statement I am not dreaming right now. There is no logical impossibility in the supposition that the whole of life is a dream.
(Allow our choir twenty seconds to get in position)
We gather once more, consecrating these halls through hallowed thought.
Ours, dear fellows, is a season of rain. One left unblessed, unanointed by the ease of sunlight-- left dark without the guiding day of truth. Could we recognize it, the shining truth? Or much less blink past its brilliance, were it to descend into our midst? Alas fellows, I fear we could not. Alas for much more.
A grand opportunity, the like of which our times shall never see again, has slipped through the fingers of our nation. One left unrealized, whose unbirth shall bear more conflict and years without variation, and years of pain.
This lost opportunity, born too late and of empty means, must be remembered as the hinging moment of what could have been. Do not forget, dear fellows-- the predicates for mercy were contained in us, and together our collective malice favored the appetites of vengeance.
Before sharing the laments of what can no longer be, ponder this story of folk legend. When my father was a child he lived in a small factory town, prosperous mills made textiles and shoes along the shore of the Lake Chargoggagoggmanchauggagoggchaubunagungamaugg. Local legend once claimed the natives of centuries before waged war over its waters. The conflict was long, bitter and bloody-- it seemed without end. A day finally came, and the chiefs of each tribe met at the lake's center. Their claims irreconcilable, their people fervent in war-lust-- they made the only treaty possible. Wearily parting, the chiefs christened the lake's waters Chargoggagoggmanchauggagoggchaubunagungamaugg-- following the terms of their agreement, "You fish on your side, We fish on our side, and no one fishes in the middle."
Peace requires, it would seem, sacrifice. Passions may settle back within their river banks, but the rocky barbs of loss and remembered hatred never leave the flood plain. As a Confederate private once said to a Union officer who extended him bread, "You're charity is received, but ask for no thanks. For sir, I hate you."
Sitting in the midst of these rains, the tragedy cuts me. We bask in the vanity of our advancements in technology, in open sourced knowledge, in the grand schemes of sating the thirsts of our world's poor. All these steps are noble in themselves, the context of their birth however is unforgivable. Whilst TED lecturers congratulate themselves in California: Fallujah sinks in the rubble of depleted uranium, Afghanistan and Iraq bomb themselves as their police and military kill and imprison their own people, a Task Force of nations bombards African cities-- our nations chose with astute politic, those cries for liberty they deem amenable to answer. These ingenious ideas for peace are thought in the parlor rooms of war. What humanitarian answers the human cry for relief with bombs?
Until we build in peace we have built nothing, until we act from peace we have achieved nothing.
Among the tin of drums sounding endless war, to this tune our finest opportunity has passed us. As God before, we followed and committed his same unending mistake-- casting out our Lucifer.
Nowhere shall my call find ear, nor will you have heard its like-- for no one speaks these words, their echo will swiftly dull. I speak them anyway, as a man who aspires for more than this mere world.
If my prayer is heard, let the announcement of last week be re-lived:
"My fellow Americans. I, President Barrack Obama, do sincerely and completely pardon the man Osama Bin Laden of his crimes against humanity. I do this not for his sake, but for that of us all. It is upon deep reflection and council that I must extend to him, my enemy, a shared and common humanity. Many shall never forgive and that is their due, but as your leader-- as any leader, I must forgive his supremely human crimes and so too must our government. Neither god nor creed might have weighed my decision, for ours is a human affair and it must be dealt as such. In vengeance we become our foe, so through mercy let us elevate ourselves and our society.
Until we reconcile the ugliness of our fellow man unto its beauty, war shall reign. Violence and ignorance will burn this earth, selfishness and callousness shall suffocate the air, vanity and delusion will bleed man's veins of its every drop until the soil itself rises, bloated. Let him live, that so too may we.
This chance to enact a momentous mercy, let it begin the long confrontation with all the violence and hatreds we clutch unto throughout our brief lives. Mr. Bin Laden shall be returned unto his own people: let them, their government and his god do with him as they please. The United States of America will no longer cower beneath a blanket of fear, in an unending maze of violence. Tonight, we have drawn the line against our enemies and challenged them: are they as innocent and righteous as they claim? Through this act, we are."
My dear fellows, I beg you to take silence on these rainy days and reflect: Are we so innocent? Are we so righteous? If not, how so blinded can we presume to teach others further lessons in blindness?
If not mercy, what breaks this repetitive, tragic and mundane violence of our world? More violence, through Assassination or Genocide?
Sit in silence, or listen to these boys of our choir-- sit in misery before a god composed of all our wretchedness.
