Saturday, July 30, 2005

My Computer Is Upgraded

Well, the old Gateway finally died...and since my brothers now recognize that the internet has become such a vital part of my daily personal and business life, they bought me a new computer with about 20 times my previous hard-drive space! :-)

I suspect that by the time I need to upgrade again, standard memory cores will run well into the terrabyte ranges.

Also, I am trying hard to leverage two of my PAID investments together into a single new portfolio position...Imagine my surprise when I found that one provider had not even heard of the other!

Larry Tietz wants to put together another part of the project for Business-To-Business solicitations of some kind...he hasn't left me any details yet.

And the Infidels continue to badger London...newsflash, boys: They did not bow the last time you entered into an unholy alliance for tyranny with the racist idiot Hitler, and they will not bow down to your fatally idolatrous misperceptions about the Prophet, nor about The One who watches you, either. Suicide remains a sin, whether literal or ideological in conception.

Your deaths will be righteous and better rewarded only when you have come to realize the futility of enslaving the entire feminine half of your own corporate and national soul...until then you remain infidels from first Sura unto last, and die in a futility which brings shame upon your entire line and House.

Peace Be Upon the Makers of Peace...
Amen.

3 comments:

Solipsographer said...

Thought you might be interested that I responded to your note on my blog. http://solipsography.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_solipsography_archive.html

Solipsographer said...

The "rest of whom" is of course those people who are not physically handicapped in the way that e.g., the sad soul in the gym I wrote about is. Yes, I am in that group, and I am very, very happy that is so. I am able to physically care for myself and I experience a level of mental experience somewhat higher than that necessary for slobbering over a stuffed doll. If you are in a situation similar to my own, I admit I have a hard time understanding why you so identify with that being I was writing about.

No, I do not bow to the notion of the retarded and the crippled as "equally dignified human life" nor do I belittle them even further than they are already bowed by pitying them. Pity is perhaps the only thing I despise. I am simply overjoyed that I am not among them, and I like to avoid pondering on their debased existence for as much of the day as I can, preferring to spend my energy with other things.

I find societies in which an ethic existed that made it dishonorable to exist in such a state quite more agreeable personally than the one we live in, which cultivates pity and resentment. I would sooner be dead than exist in such a state, and I would certainly kill myself if something were to happen to me to incapacitate me in such a way (unless of course the incapacitation should be so severe as to remove from me even the possibility of agency needed for suicide).

I do not however advocate anything about what ought to be done to those who are in that state and have not made a similar decision (or have not had it made for them by those who purportedly love them--I would certainly want my people to remove my physical shell from this realm if I were slobbering over stuffed animals). They are in the world, and they have made the decision (presumably) to remain in it even in their state. I am simply honest about my feelings about such a state of 'existence.'

It would seem you can't handle that truth. Maybe that's where God and immortality and the rest of that stuff comes in?

Do you feel better by being angry at me and thinking I'm a "fool" and probably a Nazi? Does your sense of righteousness help you in some psychological way? If so, good for you. If that's what floats your boat, good for you.

Are you "misstating or oversimplifying [my] position"? Of course you are, and in just about every way. How could you do otherwise?

wolfspyder said...

Solipsadnessographer: You do not bow to the notion of the disabled as "equally dignified human life?"

First you give open expression to your desire to kill me (not, I stress for our audience, as a direct threat, but at least in the rhetorical sense) and then you ask for my pity while accusing me of being inconsistent...according to a RELATIVIST ethic of "whatever floats my boat."

My ethic states that I do not have any of my own righteousness...so either you are unworthy of my pity, or lying to yourself about your "hope" that in speaking of Ultimate Truth according to a Christian ethic, I am simply identifying my favorite version of a "black cat in a dark room who isn't there."

The savage irony is that as a LESS forgiving man I would see you as a direct threat. Your high-handed suggestions that I "shouldn't be allowed to exist," and finding myself in such a state, should have the "dignity" to immediately self-terminate, for example...

Suppose one day that say, MENSA began to think the same way, so that genius BECAME the only acceptable standard by which "value to society" was measured...then you would be facing the gentlemen in the jackboots.

No, I don't think of you as a Nazi...I refuse to dignify the banality of your remarks with even that much intellectual weight.

With all due respect, I believe you were the first one to raise an actual comparison of your position with Nazism...I merely pointed out that the TYPE of relativist thinking which devalued life in such a way is FOUNDATIONAL to tyrannies.

Obviously it is you who find some fascination with my side of the conversation...perhaps my particular phrasing of "untruths" is somehow "hypnotic?"

How will you defeat the constant siren-song of dignity and compassion, having admitted your own desire for the pity of others?

My explanation would be that by choosing to become involved in this conversation with an admitted amateur theologian, you have set the Hound of Heaven after you, because even in the "error" of my ways, you will not be able to stop me or my friends praying for you...

But then, that's just too simple, isn't it? :-)))