Roberts Rules of Order/New Business

At least I write about 750 words everyday.  Some compositions are more serious than others.  The three minute commentary is ideal.  When I did some radio commentary it was limited by the station to 90 seconds.  This limit caused me to time commentaries by Daniel Schoor which ran to 2 minutes and 90 seconds.  Think about that.

Anyway people in serious business have meetings where they decide things.  I was on Student Government, unhealthy and decided things.  Roberts Rules of Order worked.

I was Video Committee Chairman. I made TV shows, generic pills as Director, and spent money on TVs and programing and voted for other spends of the other departments.  The money came from fees.  My budget was entirely from fees whereas I think we made some money on concerts.  However we did not necessarily have to make money.  Some of  the point was to  use the budget to provide free to the students events and entertainments.

I believe we hired a singing pig once.

I did not spend money as part of the government of Rochdale.  There I was only paid for my work on Security keeping the peace.

I did not carry a gun.  I got in some fist fights. Speed Freaks are most dangerous.  At the time Toronto was very peaceful in reaction to US lack of peacefulness.

Still there were incidents.

So then if you don't pay Transcendian fees, you won't get Transcendian Television.

I do need here on Transcendia.org a How to Fly a plane manual.

But back to the singing pig and Roberts Rules of Order.

We did not really pay the pig directly, but paid his minder.  It was a talented singing pig, but it was still a pig. 

I am disgusted with national and international responses to the realities of Haiti.  It is a little nation that just goes on like some sort of cyst making dictatorships look as good as democracy in a world of chaos.  The politically correct line is "self determination" in a nation mired in stepped "light bright and near white" racism, order and corruption.

A world of shit is created because only the rich have deeds to where they live.

Retired presidents have power in Haiti, price given them by the UN.  So now Cholera breaks out?

It's pathetic.  I'm disgusted.

Reports say that clean water in Haiti is stolen and sold enriching thieves empowered by the corrupt.

After done with my study I determined that I wouldn't buy an airport in Haiti less I had an army that would kill over the letter of contract.

I also determined that the population was at least twice what was sustainable no matter what, after looking at the history of Ireland.

I have no control now of ads on this site.  If Google Adsense doesn't send me some money, ampoule or facilitate my pick of who and what I want to advertise, drugs I want them off the place.  I'm all for peace and food in excess helps that.  However the ad about how Hillary Clinton is for Gun Bans does not sit well with me.  I tell my daughter to get weapons to defend herself with.  Nobody defends those not willing to defend themselves.  Ms. Clinton, viagra usa who I often think right smart, needs to understand some realities.

Slaves are denied arms.  Women are denied arms.  Freedom takes work.  Some tools are very difficult to live with.  Many of us get cut by our own knives, or saws.

Working Class Corner/RSD

Over there on the transcendia wiki, asthma we're just getting started.  It is to the point where Transcendia needs a bank, anabolics with money in it.

As Founder and CEO, I really want to spend some money getting this site, and the wiki co-ordinated and managed so some income shows up.

As a return to my earliest professional positions back in High School and College I'm returned to my Editor position, though now I really need an Executive Secretary.

Readers here are encouraged to experiment with small amounts with the donate button on this site to see what happens.

Will I by myself spend money wisely?

Way I'm looking at it is that if this site makes money, some of it is rightfully mine to use for my office, and for the Wiki members it is a share and share alike after administrative costs.  As I have accomplished with help the first time ever posting of the Transcendian Passport which compromises my control of it, some copyright, now such passports will be more valuable when they are signed by me, and after me.  I could be hit by a meteor any minute and become a adrift in the spirit world, or totally dead any second.  Therefore if I am dead, my wifes, Garthh Hoyman and Ed Hettig are given now passport signature validation status.

I do not have to be necessarily dead for this.

It is to be determined what the main office address will now be for such mundane operations.  For security reasons or whatever I will look into a post office box.

One of my great loves is the US Post Office.  Hopefully the snail mail requirement for signature of the print out of the passport mailed to me for review and validation will keep them going for awhile.

At this time and for the foreseeable future all Transcendians will have dual citizenship.  I am not myself resigning from the US.  They might kick me out, but as an anarchist I want to use all powers available, and mostly like to vote wherever I can.  Every now and then I have sat out a vote in total disgust, as I did in the last county vote for mayor and all like that.  None of either factions had helped me in my IGX work and my only choice really was to run myself for an elective office locally.

I've been putting that off till some embarrassing debts are paid.  An advisor on the wiki spoke of compromise and corruption as possible to obviate through University Degrees as required for Transcendians.  The problem for me there is that I myself am short on degrees.  Plus I have a certain sort of mind that would have physically benefited from the employ of an advisor accountant lawyer from the moment I first started work as a paperboy, to this day.

I can write a form and make it up, or write a letter, but I seem myself to have some sort of Form Phobia.

The Application for a Transcendian Passport is on this site.  It's on the Home Page.  But you can find the passport on the Transcendian Wiki.

I was supposed to write here some about Fashions because I looked at how Queen Elizabeth the Second has dressed over the years.  She did move towards suits, which are a sort of armor.  It took me awhile but I do have a Transcendian Uniform you may adopt secretly.  It is dependent on suspenders.

The sooner you adopt suspenders over belts, the happier you will be.  -Plus you will never show your ass.

You have hated my home and killed my kind in elevators.  Want to fuck around with me?  I'll smoke the hashish and demolish your brain.

Fuck you.

Deal with it.

Get a goddamned slide rule.

This aint facebook.  This aint no party.

Yair.  Want to kill us.

We got assholes to protect same as you do.

Damned stupid friends our sisters marry.

They run the world.

Bush of Ghosts and I feel okay with Jezzabell.  Eno Byrne and the Clash and the war is a dance.

Fuck it if you don't get it.

I'll ride out a dirt floor street and stoned as back brained hum if you want to fight with words.

Come over to IGX and by a toy.

Well smart and camping with phones.

This future is no past.

The present is not happy.

Cheer up.

No reason but the sound of drums.

I went to the Post Office and mailed a piece of 2 by 4 I'd painted a rule of thirds cartoon on.  Then I went to CVS and made 2 6 by 8 prints of Kirstin Dunst in sepia.

I'd like to have a show of pictures at the George Eastman house.

Before I left the house to buy cat food and stamps, physician I attempted to post to http://transcendia.wikidot.com. In that post I addressed the army problem.

For a bit I felt like an artist.

I remembered innocence and roaming with the shotgun.

Then I reflected on trips to the Post Office, prostate and the Post Office Box.  When I was a kid there were habits of life that I seem to maintain.  I mailed off letters at the post office, went to get replies, and went to the store for comic books and cans of food.

Now I sit in silence with only white noise of a GE fan that will cut your hand off and cats that walk on my desk and sit in my chair.  I may get to putting together a slide show for the slide projector.  Everybody likes to look at pictures.  My eyes are going to hell and I fear going blind, or running a pedistrian over.

Meantime I am ashamed that I have debts I can't pay off.

I got a note from the online literary agency that I paid money too to read and critique and represent my most developed screenplay asking for money to represent my screenplay in China.  It would be a cold day in hell when China would buy Jet Beach.  Jet Beach would do alright in France and Germany and some in the US.  There is sex and love and nudity in it.

I remember being young and passionate, seeking out sex and heartbreak.

Now I like it quiet.  Still I want to accomplish the bank, the insurance company, the army, the airplane combination on land and sea and in outerspace.  Some things are more fun than other things.  Some environments are more perfect than others.  There is something great about life near the beach.

My Mother wants to know what sort of outing I would like to undertake.  I pretty much just want to visit the ocean beach, or go to a strip joint.  Do they have strip joints in China?  Back in the day I had a tent for vacations, odd travels with the first wife.  Fuck it, she was my first wife.  I forget now her address and wonder why I loved her so much that I nearly killed myself when she left me on April Fools.

I know a pilot who did remarry his first wife out of three.  They seem awful happy.  Real pilots are right much odd in that they are prone to making decisions.  The old pilots continue to just fly on.  It would be interesting to profile the oldest pilot, as opposed to the oldest person still breathing.

Working Class Corner

     I got up last night all stiff from the arthritis and couldn't get a child proof bottle of pills open.  Then because I have a lot of trouble standing up I decided it was time I got a cane.  I tell youth that this notion that 40 is the new thirty, apoplectic or 50 the new 40, is bullshit.  Sure is turning out that way for me.  I definitely now need a cane, and a pair of channel locks in the kitchen.  It can be depressing.  I look good, but youth is definitely gone.

    For the broad beliefs I feel okay.  On the details side, I feel like a failure.  I am not my own good robot.  Either that or there was something wrong with my programing.  The kick in the head probably didn't help.  I now know that my headache era was caused by getting kicked in the head in a front yard football game.  Football has an insidious place in mental problems for youth in my experience.  Football was not good for me.

    Swimming was much better.  I could swim forever back then.  Back then they wrote waterproof on watches and I believed them.  These watches were not waterproof.  We grew up with an awful lot of lies.  Laws dictating penalties for lying in advertisements are a good thing.   There is apparently a quota of lies we must live with, and attempt to overcome, regardless of laws.  Some of the laws are lies, for a law ought to further good, not bad.

   The bad is the unnecessary suffering of our fellowmen.   You don't hear much about how the Drug laws that imprison people, and contribute to a constant state of insecurity arise from an essentially Victimless Crime.  The Obama "Change" mantra is bullshit at its core and foundation in that no real change across the board is possible until the Drug War is ended.  Afghanistan is not going to stop making hashish as an export product.  The times I've been given Morphine for my broken hip, and when my guts got shut off and I had to be cut up and fixed, without Morphine I can't imagine the pain, for it was bad enough with Morphine and if that's what they can make in Afghanistan, let it be.

     In an alternate world pot would have been legalized during the Carter Administration.  If Clinton had inhaled…

    If Edwards had helped NC transition from tobacco to pot, for those who will never want the urban life, and would prefer to stay on the farm…

    I myself am now committed to a homelife in IGX.   To rise from my defeat I need to create a pot legal office of Transcendia on the University controlled little airport.  This would be a real trick.

Week In Review, adiposity RSD

     There is the World that has events that I hear about, and then my own walk around world.  Mostly I stand around at the store anymore, as opposed to all the walking hiking, driving, flying and motorcycling I did.  Oh, yeah, there were years I only got around by bicycle.  Now adays I'm really grateful I have a car because I have this arthritis and hurt a lot doing physical things.  It is better if I do do things that hurt me up to a point.

    I like showing myself in town standing around either selling stuff, or making stuff.  I have enemies I want to know I'm still standing.   (insert link to Elton John song here).

    We got another bowling ball last week…  I really want Sid to put the bowling balls on special, or paint them or something.   I've wanted to roll them out in the street at enemies on bicycles.  I've been dragging the signaling cannon out for show in an attempt to sell it.  One job I had that I did love was fueling airplanes at Atlantic Aero in Greensboro, NC.  It was a good job for my work methods which basically amount to walking around in circles doing what I find infront of me.

   My early in life work as a paperboy on a truck of a bicycle going around town in a circle may have established my life long patterns of work.  Metaphorically these days I feel as though I am back at the beginning of the circle.  There is some completion of a circle in my head.  Time is running out for me personally.  57 and I smoke like a fiend and can't seem to stop.  The doctors won't give me valuium and for years I sit and write and smoke, and its bound to kill me according to the facts.

   Melissa of the Moaners started playing guitar when she gave up smoking and painting, which for her went together same as smoking and writing does for me.  Ayn Rand wrote about this in Atlas Shrugged.  Norman Mailer writes about smoking in Tough Guys Don't Dance.  I may be forced to start a band, and stop writing for reasons of health.

    A major actress let me photograph her, but she didn't like the photographs.  I only myself thought well really of one out of the 7 shots I was allowed to take.  She was gracious, and insightful photographically suggesting that the pictures be in black and white instead of color as a remedy.   -For the one I liked I had already done one sepia 5 by 7 print.   My daughter is a big fan of the actress so what happened was that when I sent her the uncut set, I sent the actress the set.

    Anyway that was part of my mental cloud of the past week.  I was of course caused to wonder if the actress would be interested in my screenplay,   The version on the site was done before the last rewrite.  These days I just want to sell all the work I've done before I undertake living with made up characters.  I've got the Transcendia nuts and bolts governmental White Paper, Book, to Wiki work on with my collaborators on my plate.  The roles of technocrats and bureaucrats and their relative status to each other are an issue I want to hammer out.  I want to achieve a smooth running streamlike governmental structure anarchistic according to Godwin Anarchy principles.

     Another big problem is the failure of consensus as a decision creating process in all cases when decisions must be made in short timeframes.  What I did when things were good and I had a few good crews was assign some, and ask for volunteers for the other tasks known to be addressed in the day.  One time I sent one of the crew to go get us some pot.  Some of life does have its moments of great shared beauty and easy awe.  The FLL sunset was beautiful sitting on the ramp on the tug when the work was done.

     I haven't had any really good pot in a good while.

     It really is Bullshit that pot continues to be found in a piss test reason for firing or denial of work.  And what's up with denying homosexuals the opportunity to serve their country?  It's not like their tax money is refused.

    The Iranians are funny, and I simply wish they were more understood as poets by people in the US.  Some cultures simply exult in passion all over the place, and can't understand the more robotic cultures that desire to be the machines they make.

    Since it is required that one have a war to become a real nation, the new war for Transcendia is to take over Disney, or be taken over by Disney for an adult audience, whichever works out best.  Don't think I'm not serious about my grandiose art project!  It is known I was right about the local IGX airport, even though I was defeated.  It is one of the reasons I like it that I can be seen working in my uniform no one yet admits is a great way to dress.

    The role of fashions in life is insidious.  The Transcendian Uniform is blue jeans, boots, a button down white shirt, and suspenders instead of a belt.   Sometimes my underwear rides down unside my pants and when the black boys come by showing their underwear I know how they feel.  It feels good, but I don't show everybody.  Imagine a guy dressed in lace.  I wonder what that feels like.?   I don't think I've ever seen a man dressed in lace.

    God, imagine the Lace Uniform!

    There is the fashion precedent of the Jackson 5 Kenwood High fan who wore in the cafeteria a pink net shirt while carrying around the actual record album cover during lunch.   Chicago on the South Side in Kenwood High as a Junior was something I wrote a novella about.  It is about what the revolution felt like, though I wanted it to be about escape.

     Failed morality and wasted courage is what my generations era has been controlled by, experienced.  War heaped up still does not have to be.

     I want a part of Disney.  Help me take over Disneyland!  Time is running out.

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I'm ready to nock a bicyclist over. Here in IGX they ride on the sidewalk too much and too fast, medstore and I'm about ready to hurt them for it, remedy though if they hit me they may well fall infront of a bus, and be squashed dead leaving me blameliss, and them dead.

Knocking them over with bowling balls appeals to me as a sport, though I doubt I could get away with success.

Meantime though I generally have a great deal of respect for bicyclists, and did a lot of it.

These fucking assholes that ride on the sidewalks around here ought to be shoved into deadly traffic, or walk, or get a fucking car. Jerks!

Poetry Section shows poems again.  More work to be done.  Russell