Criminal DNA vs The Veil of Civilization
In the pop psych world DNA is blamed for just about everything. The Environment vs Heredity debate is all but dead. DNA explains behavior as well as it explains skin color, eye color, or sex.
A few years back this was a provocative point of view, but in that small world, its now old hat. Its as accepted as basic addition.
Allow me to take exception.
Human behavior isn't really all that difficult to predict or explain. You examine an individuals options, figure out what would be the best thing for him to choose and rule it out. Then figure the remaining path of least resistance.
This is where the Veil comes in. While DNA may very well create biological factors that influence decision making, its the Veil that increases the options available.
Those in the immediate family of a suicide are many times more likely to commit suicide themselves. Why? Because suicide is now an option. They've seen through to Veil of Civilized behavior and realize that there are other choices.
The same applies to the son of a bank robber or rapist. If he needs money bad enough... he's bound to consider his father's solution.
We walk around in a cloud... a fog that eliminates behaviors. They aren't even visible to us. They've been civilized out of us. Once the Veil is gone though... it's gone... there's no going back. This is one aspect of rehabilitation that will always be hopeless.
Friday, October 13, 2006
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
Who said it?
So I commended pleasure, for there is nothing good for man under the sun except to eat, drink and be merry, and this will stand by him in his toils throughout the days of his life which God has given him under the sun.
Dionysus?
No sir... The Preacher.
Ecclesiastes 8:15
Eat, drink, and be merry. One of my favorite Biblical teachings.
So I commended pleasure, for there is nothing good for man under the sun except to eat, drink and be merry, and this will stand by him in his toils throughout the days of his life which God has given him under the sun.
Dionysus?
No sir... The Preacher.
Ecclesiastes 8:15
Eat, drink, and be merry. One of my favorite Biblical teachings.
Of Security and Independence
There can be no Independece without Security. That should well be the Republican creed. As regular as metamusal any time a Cowardly Elephant is confronted with the loss of freedoms in the name of Holy Security the retort comes.
The false dichotomy sickens. You can just see the pasty little twerps spouting the well rehearsed line. They deliver... then cross their spindly arms and give that don't-I-sound-clever smirk. The same one used by Michelle Malkin, and everyone else who says something they read but never actually thought about.
How about we examine it?
When Franklin spoke about those who would trade one for the other, he was talking about those unwilling to provide for themselves.
Anywhere something exists, there is a provider. Security is no different. It can be provided by a third party, a family, or the state. It can come in many forms from many institutions. It can also be provided by the individual himself.
Whoever provides the security is the master. Who ever is protected, is the slave. In feudal times Lords provided protection for their serfs. We are no different today.
The only one who is free is the one who provides security for himself. Those who seek security from the government are shackling themselves, and for them I have nothing but contempt.
Whenver you sede power to an authority, you depend on that authority to protect you. You therefore become a slave. The Bible calls the debtor a slave to the lender. This is similar, but much more drastic.
I don't want state sponsored security. I just want to be left alone. I can protect myself. I do protect myself. I am less conserned about some mad muslim dynobomber than I am of the boogie man... so before you knock on my door and tell me how scary the terrorists are... bend over and grab your ankles... I want to make sure my boot's got a clear shot.
You support the Partiot Act? Then you're a loathsome little coward, unfit for responsible free society. Move to France.
Oh... and yeah... it's good to be back.
There can be no Independece without Security. That should well be the Republican creed. As regular as metamusal any time a Cowardly Elephant is confronted with the loss of freedoms in the name of Holy Security the retort comes.
The false dichotomy sickens. You can just see the pasty little twerps spouting the well rehearsed line. They deliver... then cross their spindly arms and give that don't-I-sound-clever smirk. The same one used by Michelle Malkin, and everyone else who says something they read but never actually thought about.
How about we examine it?
When Franklin spoke about those who would trade one for the other, he was talking about those unwilling to provide for themselves.
Anywhere something exists, there is a provider. Security is no different. It can be provided by a third party, a family, or the state. It can come in many forms from many institutions. It can also be provided by the individual himself.
Whoever provides the security is the master. Who ever is protected, is the slave. In feudal times Lords provided protection for their serfs. We are no different today.
The only one who is free is the one who provides security for himself. Those who seek security from the government are shackling themselves, and for them I have nothing but contempt.
Whenver you sede power to an authority, you depend on that authority to protect you. You therefore become a slave. The Bible calls the debtor a slave to the lender. This is similar, but much more drastic.
I don't want state sponsored security. I just want to be left alone. I can protect myself. I do protect myself. I am less conserned about some mad muslim dynobomber than I am of the boogie man... so before you knock on my door and tell me how scary the terrorists are... bend over and grab your ankles... I want to make sure my boot's got a clear shot.
You support the Partiot Act? Then you're a loathsome little coward, unfit for responsible free society. Move to France.
Oh... and yeah... it's good to be back.
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
The Unspoken Message
Ford has a new commercial out for thier Mustang... this metrosexual american is standing on an obviously german dock signing papers to accept delivery of his car. He had it shipped to Germany.
The dock worker says, "You could not find car you liked in Germany?"
"No. I couldn't find a speed limit I liked in America."
That stung a little.
Ford has a new commercial out for thier Mustang... this metrosexual american is standing on an obviously german dock signing papers to accept delivery of his car. He had it shipped to Germany.
The dock worker says, "You could not find car you liked in Germany?"
"No. I couldn't find a speed limit I liked in America."
That stung a little.
Friday, September 29, 2006
ATF
Well shit...
Here we are... its friday... I've had about 6 shots of this Bulleit Bourbon.... and dayem did I need ever one of them. Rough few days. That's no shit.
Anyway... here we are. DJ and Julie have come home.. lettin' the B Team take over.... ok that's just ribbin'. Jenn and Jill are doin' a great job down there with their dad. I'm proud as I can be of 'em... not that it matters.
But for now... there's Charlie Robinson in the background... DJ and I are playin' some pathetic MSN game... The pipe smoke is fillin' my office...
All is well.
I sincerely hope y'all can say the same.
Standard rules apply. What ya drinkin? smokin? carryin?
Well shit...
Here we are... its friday... I've had about 6 shots of this Bulleit Bourbon.... and dayem did I need ever one of them. Rough few days. That's no shit.
Anyway... here we are. DJ and Julie have come home.. lettin' the B Team take over.... ok that's just ribbin'. Jenn and Jill are doin' a great job down there with their dad. I'm proud as I can be of 'em... not that it matters.
But for now... there's Charlie Robinson in the background... DJ and I are playin' some pathetic MSN game... The pipe smoke is fillin' my office...
All is well.
I sincerely hope y'all can say the same.
Standard rules apply. What ya drinkin? smokin? carryin?
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
Sorry
Bizarre audio blogs aside, I won't be doing much around here for a while guys. I just ain't got the time. I'm sure y'all realize how things are with my family right now. I've set up a blog to keep all of our friends and family up to date on my father-in-law's condition. if you're interested it can be found here.
Bizarre audio blogs aside, I won't be doing much around here for a while guys. I just ain't got the time. I'm sure y'all realize how things are with my family right now. I've set up a blog to keep all of our friends and family up to date on my father-in-law's condition. if you're interested it can be found here.
Monday, September 25, 2006
The Best Laid Plans...
I'm home. Dammit.
I'm supposed to be riding through the Ozarks right now on dirt roads... campin' with my older brother... debating which food to accidentally leave out to lure a bear in so we can kill it in self defense.
If you haven't figured it out, my father-in-law wrecked his car this weekend in all the storms around Chattanooga. He hydroplaned and ended up wrapping his car around a tree. He's in the ICU right now. Things got real dicey for a while saturday night, but it all worked out. A full recovery looks pretty likely.
Anyway JAC and I hauled ass on the big road all day on sunday... We're pretty bummed... but a bad day on a bike is a helluva lot better than a good day in the ICU.
The ol' fella's doin a lot better y'all. We all appreciate your prayers and help.
I'm home. Dammit.
I'm supposed to be riding through the Ozarks right now on dirt roads... campin' with my older brother... debating which food to accidentally leave out to lure a bear in so we can kill it in self defense.
If you haven't figured it out, my father-in-law wrecked his car this weekend in all the storms around Chattanooga. He hydroplaned and ended up wrapping his car around a tree. He's in the ICU right now. Things got real dicey for a while saturday night, but it all worked out. A full recovery looks pretty likely.
Anyway JAC and I hauled ass on the big road all day on sunday... We're pretty bummed... but a bad day on a bike is a helluva lot better than a good day in the ICU.
The ol' fella's doin a lot better y'all. We all appreciate your prayers and help.
Saturday, September 23, 2006
Friday, September 22, 2006
Thursday, September 21, 2006
Packing List
Nevermind me... I'm just typing outloud...
Food Stuffs:
1 large summer sausage
1 bag pita bread
1 large block of sharp cheddar cheese
4 cans of Steak and Potatoe soup
3 Ramen cup o' noodles
2 large bags of Jack's Beef Jerky
2 litres Water
1 flask (Gold Medal Jack)
Propane stove
2 bottles of propane
Small mess kit
2 blue jeans
2 dingy white bitch beaters
Much throw away underwear
Much throw away socks
Tool kit
1 front tube
1 spare clutch lever
Kershaw open assist knife
Leatherman Wave
LED flashlight (worn on forehead!)
batteries (AA, AAA, D)
Steyr .40 spare clip
.357
1 pack Backwoods smokes.
(that won't be enough... resupply in As)
Nevermind me... I'm just typing outloud...
Food Stuffs:
1 large summer sausage
1 bag pita bread
1 large block of sharp cheddar cheese
4 cans of Steak and Potatoe soup
3 Ramen cup o' noodles
2 large bags of Jack's Beef Jerky
2 litres Water
1 flask (Gold Medal Jack)
Propane stove
2 bottles of propane
Small mess kit
2 blue jeans
2 dingy white bitch beaters
Much throw away underwear
Much throw away socks
Tool kit
1 front tube
1 spare clutch lever
Kershaw open assist knife
Leatherman Wave
LED flashlight (worn on forehead!)
batteries (AA, AAA, D)
Steyr .40 spare clip
.357
1 pack Backwoods smokes.
(that won't be enough... resupply in As)
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
The Great Debate
We need some help. JAC and I just can't seem to see eye-to-eye on this. We're at odds over whiskey and firearms.
Not good.
Here's what we agree on: We're riding dirt roads through backwoods arkansas. We're camping. We'll be in some hard hard country. There are bear and pigs in Arkansas.
JAC says travel light and fast. Firearms need to be small and easy to carry. He's bringing his gay 9mm with about 4 spare rolls of those little red sulfer caps that it fires.
I am thinking... 9mm cap guns
mean much to pigs and bears. My standard trail gun, the Taurus .357 tracker is just the thing. And of course the Steyr would be coming as well. That's 7 shots of .357 hard ball, followed by a New York reload and 11 shots of some nasty fragmenting 165 grain rounds in .40.
More is more says I. What say you?
On the whiskey front... JAC is thinking the finer stuff is the way to go. More of an indulgence than a drink. I'm thinking there is something bizarre about Bookers from a flask on a dirt trail in Arkansas. Dirt trails in Arkansas say Jack. Not Bookers. Plus... we're roughin' it. Fine whiskey is not for roughin' it! We should be drinkin' shine dammit!
Help us out here.
We need some help. JAC and I just can't seem to see eye-to-eye on this. We're at odds over whiskey and firearms.
Not good.
Here's what we agree on: We're riding dirt roads through backwoods arkansas. We're camping. We'll be in some hard hard country. There are bear and pigs in Arkansas.
JAC says travel light and fast. Firearms need to be small and easy to carry. He's bringing his gay 9mm with about 4 spare rolls of those little red sulfer caps that it fires.I am thinking... 9mm cap guns
mean much to pigs and bears. My standard trail gun, the Taurus .357 tracker is just the thing. And of course the Steyr would be coming as well. That's 7 shots of .357 hard ball, followed by a New York reload and 11 shots of some nasty fragmenting 165 grain rounds in .40.More is more says I. What say you?
On the whiskey front... JAC is thinking the finer stuff is the way to go. More of an indulgence than a drink. I'm thinking there is something bizarre about Bookers from a flask on a dirt trail in Arkansas. Dirt trails in Arkansas say Jack. Not Bookers. Plus... we're roughin' it. Fine whiskey is not for roughin' it! We should be drinkin' shine dammit!
Help us out here.
On the Road Again
Well... its about that time again. Come Saturday at 0 dark thirty JAC and I are gonna head out for Helena Arkansas. Our aim is to pickup the TransAm Trail where we left off a few months ago. Unlike last time, we're camping this time.
There is a little stress involved... mostly because the tires I ordered still haven't arrived. Ugh.
The plan is to be back sometime wednesday. I'm trying to get audio blogger up and running so y'all can live vicariously to us. I'll seem more than a little distracted over the next few days because well... I am.
Y'all be cool.
Well... its about that time again. Come Saturday at 0 dark thirty JAC and I are gonna head out for Helena Arkansas. Our aim is to pickup the TransAm Trail where we left off a few months ago. Unlike last time, we're camping this time.
There is a little stress involved... mostly because the tires I ordered still haven't arrived. Ugh.
The plan is to be back sometime wednesday. I'm trying to get audio blogger up and running so y'all can live vicariously to us. I'll seem more than a little distracted over the next few days because well... I am.
Y'all be cool.
Monday, September 18, 2006
Bloggerblaster TV!
If you live around Nashville tune in to Channel 4 news at 10pm. You can catch the Bloggerblaster's first on camera interview. The boys stopped by to get some primo footage of Mrs Bloggerblaster and the boys playin' in the puddles, and to get my take on the local pothole contraversy. Naturally its a big government conspiracy! Anyway... its a fine chance to see DrWho on camera in her PJ's... soaked from chasin' little boys through mud puddles! Beat That Channel 2! Ya Bitches!
If you live around Nashville tune in to Channel 4 news at 10pm. You can catch the Bloggerblaster's first on camera interview. The boys stopped by to get some primo footage of Mrs Bloggerblaster and the boys playin' in the puddles, and to get my take on the local pothole contraversy. Naturally its a big government conspiracy! Anyway... its a fine chance to see DrWho on camera in her PJ's... soaked from chasin' little boys through mud puddles! Beat That Channel 2! Ya Bitches!
Friday, September 15, 2006
ATF
Welcome to the I don't give a damn edition.
The Air Force has come out and recommended that we test our non-lethal weapons on US Citizens before we employ them... after all... we don't want to seem mean to our enemies.
I don't give a damn.
Seriously. I don't. Nothing that happens here suprises me any more. I've largely insulated myself from actually having contact with this society. I have no job. I never directly come in contact with the government in any form. I'm well along my way of severing all ties with the US. My emotional ones were severed years ago. The physical ones aren't far behind.
Why?
Because all of this fritting over policy and politics is chasing after the wind. That's why. Ignore it. Ignore them. Eat, Drink, and Be Merry, for this is the Gift of the Lord. Consern yourself with you and yours. Enjoy your work. Enjoy your life. Because everything else is chasing after the wind.
There is no satisfaction to be had in fretting over the state of the US, or the latest assault on your independence. It is chasing after the wind.
Leave it lay.
Drink with me! Smoke with me! Let us tell grand lies that no one believes but everyone loves to hear! Let us chase the girls, for they were given us for that very thing. Let us fiddle while Rome burns... for burn it will regardless... and the fiddling is enjoyable!
Sing the old songs... Dance the old dances... Drink the finest bourbon... smoke extravagant cigars... Scream at that the top of your lungs for a football team you never played for, at a college you never attended... live and die by the score, for the score is more relevant in your life than the stupidity going on in Washington anyway.
I sit alone in my dark office... with Bookers... and a pipe... with a Kris Kristofferson tune playing a little to quietly... There is joy here friends. Joy which cannot be dampened by some cowards words... or the foolish actions of a fool in a white house... or the idiot ramblings of a ferret with a talk show.
Somwhere there are tall palm trees casting shade over an empty hamock... the breeze is blowing in just so... and that my friends... that is the greatest tragedy of all.
Welcome to the I don't give a damn edition.
The Air Force has come out and recommended that we test our non-lethal weapons on US Citizens before we employ them... after all... we don't want to seem mean to our enemies.
I don't give a damn.
Seriously. I don't. Nothing that happens here suprises me any more. I've largely insulated myself from actually having contact with this society. I have no job. I never directly come in contact with the government in any form. I'm well along my way of severing all ties with the US. My emotional ones were severed years ago. The physical ones aren't far behind.
Why?
Because all of this fritting over policy and politics is chasing after the wind. That's why. Ignore it. Ignore them. Eat, Drink, and Be Merry, for this is the Gift of the Lord. Consern yourself with you and yours. Enjoy your work. Enjoy your life. Because everything else is chasing after the wind.
There is no satisfaction to be had in fretting over the state of the US, or the latest assault on your independence. It is chasing after the wind.
Leave it lay.
Drink with me! Smoke with me! Let us tell grand lies that no one believes but everyone loves to hear! Let us chase the girls, for they were given us for that very thing. Let us fiddle while Rome burns... for burn it will regardless... and the fiddling is enjoyable!
Sing the old songs... Dance the old dances... Drink the finest bourbon... smoke extravagant cigars... Scream at that the top of your lungs for a football team you never played for, at a college you never attended... live and die by the score, for the score is more relevant in your life than the stupidity going on in Washington anyway.
I sit alone in my dark office... with Bookers... and a pipe... with a Kris Kristofferson tune playing a little to quietly... There is joy here friends. Joy which cannot be dampened by some cowards words... or the foolish actions of a fool in a white house... or the idiot ramblings of a ferret with a talk show.
Somwhere there are tall palm trees casting shade over an empty hamock... the breeze is blowing in just so... and that my friends... that is the greatest tragedy of all.
Thursday, September 14, 2006
My Only Friend, The End
"Only fight the battles you have already won." - The Art of War
The War on Terror is over. It just hasn't played out yet.
The theatrics in Iraq and Afganistan are trivia. Their outcome is as meaningless as a baseball score. While we fritter and squawk about the Middle East... we ignore the fire burning on our own soil.
The west faces a schizophrenic enemy. Publicly Islam is the Religion of Peace. In their mosques they preach westernized islam... watered down for easy consumption of potential recruits. The real damage is done privately, and usually at the local university.
Go to any muslim student union. You'll find they have devided the meeting into two halves. The first half is the published public meeting time, and most of the meeting will be conducted in English. But you'll note that practically everyone stays when its over. This is when the second half begins, which is actually the real meeting. This section will not be in English and its message will be very different indeed.
And now we see the trap.
We cannot attack the enemy without attacking ourselves. The weak american public will never support the targeting of a muslim student union.. or of a mosque. The fact that the masked bombers are always the same people who're preaching peace at the mosque or student union means nothing. Americans are headline people. That's to much detail for them.
Europe will deal with its muslim problem harshly... violently... and America will have to choose between its beloved politically correct idiology, or the reality of the most violent bloody religion on the planet.
America has lost for the same reason the South lost. It is unwilling to escalate the fight to the level required to win.
"Only fight the battles you have already won." - The Art of War
The War on Terror is over. It just hasn't played out yet.
The theatrics in Iraq and Afganistan are trivia. Their outcome is as meaningless as a baseball score. While we fritter and squawk about the Middle East... we ignore the fire burning on our own soil.
The west faces a schizophrenic enemy. Publicly Islam is the Religion of Peace. In their mosques they preach westernized islam... watered down for easy consumption of potential recruits. The real damage is done privately, and usually at the local university.
Go to any muslim student union. You'll find they have devided the meeting into two halves. The first half is the published public meeting time, and most of the meeting will be conducted in English. But you'll note that practically everyone stays when its over. This is when the second half begins, which is actually the real meeting. This section will not be in English and its message will be very different indeed.
And now we see the trap.
We cannot attack the enemy without attacking ourselves. The weak american public will never support the targeting of a muslim student union.. or of a mosque. The fact that the masked bombers are always the same people who're preaching peace at the mosque or student union means nothing. Americans are headline people. That's to much detail for them.
Europe will deal with its muslim problem harshly... violently... and America will have to choose between its beloved politically correct idiology, or the reality of the most violent bloody religion on the planet.
America has lost for the same reason the South lost. It is unwilling to escalate the fight to the level required to win.
I Believe...
I believe the Vols are gonna beat the Gay Tors saturday.
I believe Billy Volek is already a Charger. They just haven't signed the papers because of the game Sunday.
I believe Billy Volek will take the starting job from Phillip Rivers. Look.. when you throw the ball 11 times and run it 48, that says you have no faith in your QB.
I believe Kerry Collins will complete less than 50% of his passes on Sunday, but the Titans still might win.
I believe Alabama needs to work on the right half of their offensive line. They're trouble in paradise.
I believe the only thing more meaningless than the preseason in the NFL are the conclusions drawn after week 1.
I believe LSU vs. Auburn will be the best football game played this weekend on any level.
I believe WVU is wildly over-rated.
I believe I'm 1 - 0 in the VPFL
I believe baseball is lame. Get over it.
I believe the Predators are gonna win the Stanley Cup this year.
I believe Notre Dame is gonna destroy Meechigan.
I believe Tennessee Tech and MTSU play tonight, and I really wanna go... because at one time this was a real gem of a local rivalry. I'm hoping it gets rekindled.
I believe the Vols are gonna beat the Gay Tors saturday.
I believe Billy Volek is already a Charger. They just haven't signed the papers because of the game Sunday.
I believe Billy Volek will take the starting job from Phillip Rivers. Look.. when you throw the ball 11 times and run it 48, that says you have no faith in your QB.
I believe Kerry Collins will complete less than 50% of his passes on Sunday, but the Titans still might win.
I believe Alabama needs to work on the right half of their offensive line. They're trouble in paradise.
I believe the only thing more meaningless than the preseason in the NFL are the conclusions drawn after week 1.
I believe LSU vs. Auburn will be the best football game played this weekend on any level.
I believe WVU is wildly over-rated.
I believe I'm 1 - 0 in the VPFL
I believe baseball is lame. Get over it.
I believe the Predators are gonna win the Stanley Cup this year.
I believe Notre Dame is gonna destroy Meechigan.
I believe Tennessee Tech and MTSU play tonight, and I really wanna go... because at one time this was a real gem of a local rivalry. I'm hoping it gets rekindled.
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