NO FEAR! STAND UP AND FIGHT!

There are a lot of people who are scared in the world. North Korea's rattling their sabres with the West and like a spoiled brat. Student strikes in the UK. Peace talks stalling in Northern Ireland. Iraq and Afghanistan shows no sign of slowing down. The environment's deteriorating and no one can do much about it. Religions from all over the world are either too radicalized or too old and slow to empathize with the faithful. People are starving and dying while the gap between rich and poor gets larger, and corporations make it harder to survive (I'm fucking looking at you google) by just becoming more and more restrictive, while every single government in the world is becoming so polarized no one has any trust anymore.



What the HELL!

I'm sorry about this everyone, but I am not freaking happy right about now. The other day, I got a text from a friend of mine saying "Hey Fish, saw this poster up in town last night. Weird logo and some hex on it but had your blog address on it. Ninja promoting your blog man?" including this picture:

The photo may be too small to see, but that poster has my blog address on it. I've already been feeling watched. I've already had these weird dreams. I've already tried to promote my stuff on the net, because honestly, I can't go outside anymore without feeling like I'm being watched. I did not do this. I don't know who did, and I don't know how it's happened, but I am fucking sick of being scared. I got an email from Blogspot User Requiem (or Req) who's been working on the same problem with videos and posters he's found all over the net. He's been staring whatever this is in the face, decoding videos he's found, posters he's seen, and trying to figure out how to solve this. People online have been viewing my videos. My long time and very good friend Hammer, has been dealing with much the same issues I have. Weird dreams. Depression. People screwing with his accounts. We're all going to try and get to the bottom of this. Req just may have, but I, and I hope everyone who reads this will stand up with all of us.

I'm not good at this sort of stuff, but I think someone many of us may remember is, and he says it damn well.



Yeah. That fucking does it. Let's do this.

RAISE YOUR FISTS!

This is what happened to me when I blacked out.

    Bright white light swirled around me. I felt my stomach lift up into my throat and heard someone rush to my side and set something metal next to me. I must be in the hospital, I remembered thinking. The blackouts had been getting worse. Eventually I'd have to go to the hospital, no matter how broke my wife and I are. I kinda wish she actually had now.
My stomach lurched again and I hung head over the side of the bed. More gloppy white puke plunked into the bucket, and the darkness at the corners of my  vision receded.
   I paused, watching the white glops of drool drip from my lips, remembering being sick as a kid. I rolled onto my back again and could feel the bandages that were taped to the back of my head. Staring at the ceiling, I could see plain white tiles that lined it in tight rows. I heard the beeping of a vitals monitor, the chords slinking away to somewhere I could not see. I managed to grin at the sound, remembering an old online role play in which my character had almost died in battle. I remembered how that noise must have been the sound my guy had been greeted by whenever he‘d gotten wounded. The second thing he had been greeted by had been his wife.
    “Dorm.”
    My brain took a moment to realize that was my voice.
   It was my voice who said my wife's username.
    My wife’s old username.
    “She’s not here one three six.” an older male voice spoke.
    “One three six?”
    “Yes. That is your name.” the voice sounded preoccupied. “At least it is for all I care.”
    The man coughed the cough of someone who smoked a pack a day.
    “Where am I?” I winced against the light. It was painful and the smell of antiseptic and my own puke wasn't helping the headache I was developing.
    “Now, now, one three six.” the voice said like every other doctor I've ever known. “You and I both know I can’t tell you that. Think of it as rehab.”
    “Rehab?”
    “Yes. So we can get you patched up for when they want you to stand trial.”
    “How long have I been out?”
    “Almost a month.” the man chuckled like a creepy uncle. “That ELYSIUM program* sure must be a dozy to come down from. I’m sure the trip didn’t help either.”
    I tried to get up.
    “Shit. I need. I need to get the hell out of here.” I felt my pulse rise.
    My head spun as I sat up.
    “Orderlies!” the older man said.
    Three people rushed over, dressed in light blue smocks and their faces covered by masks. Their shoulders pressed down on me, trying to force me down onto the bed. I could see a doctor behind them with short cropped grey hair and a lined face test take out something that looked like a USB drive. I fought against the orderlies, landing a limp punch in one’s gut. I’d done much better back home. The doctor plugged the USB into the vitals monitor.
    I felt a fuzzy rush through the base of my skull.
    I slumped against the bed.
    My eye grew heavy.
    My fist still gripped the scruff of an orderly’s smock before things went black and I woke up in bed.

* (Has anyone heard of this? I know what the mythology is, but this seemed like some high tech government thing. Feel free to comment and help out.)

P.S. Does anyone know about what happened to my blog and who took down my video from my posts?

THIS BLOG IS UNDER MAINTAINENCE

IT SHALL BE BACK UP WITHIN TWO TO FIVE BUSINESS DAYS

-blogspot Maintainence team

SRS BLAWG POST IS SRS

EDIT:

I don't know what's going on, but shit's still happening weird and I just now noticed my video was taken down.

Whoever's doing this needs to step off because I'm getting sick of it. I'm putting this video back up.

 

I have noticed things from time to time. I've studied history. I've seen the ebb and flow of time and human existence through doc vids and articles around the net. I've seen how humankind can be cruel, wonderful, barbaric, and beautiful. I've seen this. With every historical record I have come across, I have been transported to a virtual time period where I have lived as those at that time had lived. I have seen religions rise and fall like the empires and nations that bore them and birthed them. I have seen gods desecrated and prophets ascend to divinity. I have seen kings beheaded and presidents elected. I have seen wars ended and revolutions burn the world.

None have ever been in the right for long.

In some ways, nations, prophets, presidents, and violent revolutions have never done any better than those they have deposed. Sooner or later they fall to the same corruption they or their fore fathers once fought against. Perhaps they are destined to this fate by an unseen god, different from any of the artificial machinations which their "organized" religions corrupted via their mortal hands. Perhaps it is not a god as we know it, but some benevolent advanced lifeform playing with us in a cosmic petri dish like a grand experiment.


Perhaps it is all these things. However, is it inevitable?

I ask these questions, not because the answers to each is right or wrong. I ask these questions because they need to be asked. What is the meaning of life if not to further human understanding in philosophy, politics, theology, and culture? I believe that by asking questions as a human race, we need not find answers. We just need to ask. Inquisitiveness is a defining aspect of what it is to be human. Ask not and want not may be a good philosophy for some as individuals, however in my opinion, those individuals become blind and spread that blindness to others.

I refuse to do that. I refuse to believe we as humans are alone in the universe. I refuse to believe we are without gods, aliens, and good people. I believe that there has been evidence to the contrary. I believe we question to further our understanding. The more we question, the more we grow. Not just as individuals, but as HUMAN individuals. It may be easy to assume such a statement is a statement of pride. I do have pride in being human and individual, but I believe it is fare from hubris, because I know I am smaller than the rest of humanity. I know I do not have the answer, and never would I assume to, because that is not something humankind is prepared for.

It has been written in the past in songs, ballads, hymns, and poetry:

THE MOMENT WE STOP QUESTIONING AND GIVING A DAMN IS WHEN WE LOSE OUR HUMANITY AND OUR FREEDOM.

Again, I do not believe this to be an answer, if not a total one, but I believe I am on the road to finding it earlier than others. I do not believe I am divine, or powerful, or different. I just know that I, and others like me, have opened our eyes, and are trying to open the eyes of others.

If they choose to open their eyes and live up to their full potential, that is their choice. If they choose to open their eyes and cover them again, that is also their choice.

I do not know if myself and others like me will change the world, and nor would I assume to say so. Our purpose may just be to remind people to open their eyes in the tradition of prophets, revolutionaries and great peoples. I would hope not. I would hope that we are just preparing others to do very much the same, if not in the next generation, but the generation after that, or the generation after that. Even if it takes a millenia, as long as people like us exist and question, as long as there are lies and hatred, people like us will continue to be born.

Born to question.
Born to care.
Born to be individual.

We will be born in many shapes and many forms.

For the moment?

We are born out of binary.