Post-Modern Oedipus Rex

This post is an answer to all the troubles of a young Roman citizen in the world of today and e-tomorrow. Poke out your eyes to rid oneself of e-despair. See only through the Self within the self. Here is the seat of the post-modern philosopher king. The post Cartesian pineal gland, the post-modern housing of the soul. After blotting out the eye sockets, that if used over zealously can reveal deep e-despair in the modern man (something I am ashamed to have ranted about as much as I have here on the senate floor), one's soul is brought in true harmony at all levels. In a state of such harmony one can stand with a gaze into all the bizarre HD screens of today and tomorrow (pocket or otherwise). 720p 1080i all become acceptable and of great pleasure, as when living as the post-modern Oedipus Rex all ill fate is removed from the self and only harmony with the true Self remains. One might be quick to call this a sort of e-freedom, but I think that is a misnomer as it overlooks the true tragedy of the whole undertaking. We are free, but only as free as a man who denies himself true vision for sake of a harmonious soul. Poke out your eyes to rid oneself of e-despair, live harmoniously in the true Self. Become the Post-Modern Oedipus Rex.

Failed Facebook Groups

Dude, my group was just about to become an internet phenomenon and now the socialist Supreme Court is trying to rain on my parade.

Photos from the Mini-Reunion!

Daddy and The Senator met up in the Babylonian Bedlam and had a ball offering our services to the unemployed friends of our fine institution. The skies wept late in the evening but a little water couldn't ruin The Senator's night!! He hadn't had this much fun since the last Chris and the Gentle Dicks last reunion tour!! Luckily I took some photos of The Senator and his lovely new tattoos.

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Next time drinks on me, Senators!

Tabloid Infinate Recursion

It seems that the opposed ideas of excellence and diversity, are nothing but that, ideas and concepts. Being one's own fascist and scraping the washboards to chase out the (real or imaginary) neighbors dog's seems, at first, to provide some temporary liberation. But the truth is, and I quote French Philosopher Blaise Pascal *the famous wager maker* and he says "All human evil comes from a single cause, man's inability to sit still in a room."

Now I take us too the check-out line at the local grocery store, or better yet the local Wallmart with a Subway sandwich stall by the entrance. Instead of grabbing my cheap baloney, miracle whip, kool-aide and wonder bread and hurrying through the sliding exit doors; I pause before all the beeping bar-code scanners and gaze with relaxed eyes at the tabloids. The faces, so symmetrical and doctored seem to all flow into a breathing pattern. I stand in front of the isles and the screaming babies and beeping checkout booths seem to blurr, like the faces on the tabloids, into one giant hummmm. And for a moment it's like the feeling you get when playing Rockband for one too many hours and the outside world ceases to exist.

We take off into the cosmos, ready for anything - - solitude, hardship, exhaustion, death. We're proud of ourselves. But when you think about it, our enthusiasm's a sham. We don't want other worlds; we want mirrors.

Now where this leaves us .... I haven't a clue. But this video seems appropriate.



These yelping dogs seem endless, and the tied up stallions of spring are never to be broken. What has been said stands true; To be free is to be one's own fascist. Spill the wine Senators, and dream ....


Eric Burdon & War - Spill The Wine