I’m A Huge Dock Boggs Fan, Also Any Music Thats As Good As It Is Annoying Is Ok In My Book.

Chapter Whatever: American Prisons

" The degree of civilization in a society can be judged by entering its prisons" - Fyodor Dostoevsky

The United States, we lock up more people than anyone, BY FAR,

" In October 2013, the incarceration rate of the United States of America was the highest in the world, at 716 per 100,000 of the national population.  While the United States represents about 4.4 percent of the world's population, it houses around 22 percent of the world's prisoners. "

4% of the world has 22% of all the worlds inmates, and it’s not some scam for money somehow I’m sure.  The last statistic I heard was the average prisoner only costs the prison around 90 cents a day, that’s food, water, heat, about 90 cents, and they not only still do that chain gang shit in the south but they’re bringing back the free labor road project type inmate of the early 1900's acrossed the country.

" In state prisons, African-Americans are incarcerated at 5.1 times the rate of whites. "

Sounds like legal slavery to me, THE SOUTH WILL RISE AGAIN.  But i know you're thinking, well what's the south have to do with this demographic?  I'M GLAD YOU ASKED BUCKY!

" Twelve states have prison populations that were more than half black: Alabama, Delaware, Georgia, Illinois, Louisiana, Maryland, Michigan, Mississippi, New Jersey, North Carolina, South Carolina, and Virginia. Maryland has a prison population that’s 72 percent black. "

Yes there are SOME non confederate states on that list, but really the proofs in the pudding, and the pudding says the south decided if they couldnt have slaves, theyd just do it this way, " usin them there fancy yankee laws "

America, home of the free ( Unless you're black, or poor, but especially if you're both )

Lately I'm reading literature from 1930's Japan, I'm reading 1960's scifi, im reading 1800s philosophy and Ill tell ya a funny thing about it, nothing has changed, and probably nothing will change

Concerning Lucifer part 1

Lucifer, latin for the morning star, venus, or simply light bringer, the enlightened one.  In pre Judaic times, Canaanite mythology, Lucifer, or Attar, as he’s referred as, attempted to claim the throne of Ba'al and, finding he was unable to do so, descended and ruled the underworld.  Our Judaeo-Christian version is about the same, in ours Lucifer thought God was treating humans as children and puppets and thought we could handle more, he also thought he could handle more and was being underutilized in heaven, and god and him had a war and you know the rest.

In the garden, he appears as a serpent, and tells Eve to eat from the “ tree of knowledge of good and evil “ which we all sort of assume is sex, and yeah, it is, but it has more undertones than that, anyways I digress.  He wanted humans, being godlike in the very nature of their creation, like lucifer, in gods image, thought they deserved to know more. 

If you actually read the bible, and take it literally ( it’s been proven atheists actually know the bible a large percentage more than devout christians, like the bible says, know thy enemy... ) then everything that makes humans, humans, is due to lucifers influence.  Our need to question, explore ( especially sexually ) our distaste for authority and our love of knowledge and of conquer.  Our innate need to scape the world in straight lines we can understand rather than letting the path wind as it may. 

All god did was make us, kick us out of his house, drowned us, turned us to salt, then said well you’re on your own now, and abandoned us.  In the book of Job God makes a bet with Satan, God being petty as he is says no no, people all love me, look at job, job praises me daily.  Satan says well thats just because you’re good to him, if you werent hed curse your name.  So god killed all of jobs livestock and crops, killed his wife and children and gave job painful blisters all over his body, and job still praises gods name.  God turns to satan and says ha ha poopyface, see, i win!  Poopyface.  and Satan presumably takes a sip of booze in silent horror and confusion and says yup, you win again, i guess...

Satan appeared to jesus when he was in the desert and said you know, ya dads gonna kill you, your friends betrayed you and i just wanted you to know, im not like, asking for your soul or anything.  And jesus was like fuck you satan my daddys the best, my daddies always right poopyface!  and satan shrugged and said like, the fuck is up with these people...can lead a horse to water I guess, then he presumably got drunk and had some kinky leatherclad fetish sex with someone. 

People are always hating on Satan, because they dont understand him, and nothing scares humans more than what they cant understand.

“ But who prays for Satan? Who in eighteen centuries, has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner that needed it most, our one fellow and brother who most needed a friend yet had not a single one, the one sinner among us all who had the highest and clearest right to every Christian's daily and nightly prayers, for the plain and unassailable reason that his was the first and greatest need, he being among sinners the supremest? “ - Mark Twain

Dream Journal

Last night I dreamt I had a jar of black flies ( you know, the ones that bite ) and my job was to keep adding flies, but only keep so many alive, while killing the rest. Id open the lid fast and mash my hand in and kill so many and scoop them out then add more live ones.  Apparently my subconscious brain likes to tie math to living shit or something.

I Really Hate the “ I Can’t Help it Attitude “

I come from a long line of drunks, my Mothers family were Swedish Immigrants and my fathers family was German and Irish.  Not giving validation to stereotypes, but, all these people have drinking problems.  If you read say Angelas Ashes, Frank McCourts dad would work long enough to get paid, drink away all the wadges and lose his job for not showing up, over and over. 

He has a way with the drink they say.  That’s bullshit and I’ll tell you why, i can remember stories of people in my family drinking canned heat ( that alcohol based fire in a can ) and you’d think that would kill you but scientifically if you mix enough regular alcohol with rubbing alcohol it cancels out the formaldehyde digestion process, though I wouldnt try it...

My family on ALL sides, came from dirt, just, the poorest of the poor, and they ALL had drinking problems, but they all went to work, and they all raised their kids and they all did what they fucking had to do, period.  This whole “ Im a junky, I’m an alcoholic, I have no control over my actions because I’m drunk and or on junk “ is horseshit and the worst part is, you know that, even when you’re plowed you know you’re being a selfish asshole.

The root cause of your problem isnt substances, abstaining from said substances is just a crutch, a facilitation of excuse, you need to learn how to drink or smoke or whatever with a little fucking decorum and discipline.  A fat person may lose weight and say well im never eating bacon again, the bacon didnt make you fat, the fact that you had to eat 4 plates of it did, the bacons not the problem, the drugs arent the problem, the economy, the people around you arent the problem, your family isnt the problem, the fucking problem is YOU, and you need to change you and not just eliminate all the things that make you a dickhead about life, because there are alot of things...

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Having overcome seasickness, and having found my sea legs, I now take great pleasure in climbing to the crows nest at sunset and enjoying my ration of rum heaving to and fro in the waves.  The wind is already starting to chill at night, but in a most refreshing way.  I still know no one on this ship, many people speaking languages unfamiliar to me, and have consequentially often been lost in my own thoughts.  The vast unending sea still seems a foreign visage, however I am slowly acclimating to it, and between anxious contemplation of the wide open spaces find it to be aesthetically pleasing.  Looking out at the wild blue yonder I cant help but contemplate what secrets it holds, and what fates lie on its varied shores.  No man is an island they say, perhaps we are simply archipelagos, and the sea is our only binding commonality.