Thought has become an impedance. Like a debilitating disease who keeps its’ host alive long enough to spread to others, eating away at the core of function. There is a never ending supply of floating radicals in the memesphere; mental flatulence, polluting the once thirsty and starving brain. I muse about the impeccable stability of ignorance that is held up as ideal in this bloated society. It has become a common tactic among indolent thinkers to flood peremptory reality and common sense with coercive stagnation. Reason is attacked, and the outer skin of rational inquiry is stripped clean of its’ flesh, gaping and flailing about like a tattered flag, ripped and stuck to a branch protruding from some distant mountainous terrain. Dialogue is not imbued or inspired by complete destruction of partially laid canon in thought, debate is not made stronger by philosophical gymnastics. I can see the problem, even feel its’ source, frothing from the depths of civilization; the potential Vesuvius of evolution.

New thought is forced to survive on two fronts, the regressive desires of fettered minds and aging defenders against progress; and the evolution of thought. The oldest ideas of our civilization have undergone the most strenuous and arduous of tests. Thousands of years of selection, and utterly unlike their natural, physical counterpart, the selection of thoughts hold no benefit. The conceptual God is as useless now as it has ever been. The only resort for thinking otherwise is the liberal acknowledgment of the general deindividuation and stupidity of our population. Religion has evolved for years, only sidestepping the inquiry of reason in so far as it needs to survive in the dullest forms. Every attack is simply met with a calm response about the imaginary benefits of the belief, and the hapless half wits march on, as if a great truth has somehow been discovered. Far worse than the constituents that make up the zombie horde of idiocy are the defenders of these people, the enablers that allow them their comforts. And at the very end of the spectrum, the leader. The priest, the preacher, the pastor; these people must always desire power, because the moral implications of their existence reach no farther than charlatans, at the first level of superficial greed. I am usually a champion of certain aspects of human greed, but the visage of service, of charity, of prizes beyond human grasp in order to demand slavery in the guise of comfort and obtain it willingly from the collective masses is beyond my ability to stomach. From the first tribal shaman to the stadium evangelical, humanity has been in servitude to the most willing master deceiver. Nothing in this regard has changed, only that aforementioned evolution of thought defending them. To fight them, humanity has forged within her loins men and women of extreme intellectual prowess, and so far their only contribution has been to pass the fight, the battle to the next generation of potential saviors. We are going to lose this battle. I spoke of the impedance of thought, a reality, explaining how vast and powerful the defense against reason has become… Every human can be taught to explain how the sun is not a god, the world is not flat, the earth is not 6,000 years old. The arguments become more refined, beyond the reach of science, and while she was dragging humanity on her back, the horde slipped in behind her, ready to knock her down at one moment’s weakness, beat her ruthlessly, defining her personage, as if she were a subjective nameless adolescent. Unprotected, she will soon be defined to include that which is untenable. The very ideal of anti-science, becomes science. A transmutation of thought, the poisonous gas of supposed supernaturalism and dogmatic metaphysics injected into her veins like cement mix in a forest oasis. We have gone from sun gods, to sky gods, to moon gods, to personable gods, to one god, to one spirit, to one personal god, to the closet thing to reality, a pantheistic, deistic god impotent to creation, and then, as if we were no longer able to offer the counter, violent regression towards primordial worship. Back to sun gods, back to cleverly hidden polytheism in the form of a triune, back to antediluvian myths, back to young earths, primitive geology, and ancestral ghost worshiping, back to blood sacrifice and cannibalism, back to tongue languages, and back to promises of paradise and eternal torment. Using the very defense against these things, the last known vestigial vanguard against the total domination of the lapsing tit for tat equilibrium; science. The very same people who must defend her become lost in a sudden maze of conflicts from the gathering hordes of atavism. For society’s intellectuals to have to stop and explain something as simple as the age of earth, while the concept of an eternal place of fire goes unchecked is immeasurably improvident.

The will of a collective is the nimbus of freedom. Change occurs rapidly, when the sentiment of a group, a mass, falls squarely and violently towards one objective. In every instance, the grandeur desire manifests itself through the greatest naturally selected meme. In Early 20th century Russia, the desire for peace led to the installment of a tyrant. In Germany, the oppressive peace contributed to the rise of a dictator. In America, we too are subject to the whims of the most necessary. The terrorist attacks of 9/11 gave the country a blank check, and a strong surge of nationalism. This same energy is quickly devolving into anti-nationalism, as quickly as it came. We cannot control this will, as it is the product of prime movers within cultures, it is also without physical form, without ability to reign, and often, as the chords of freedoms are expressed and defined, these movements flow progressively towards some unforeseeable end… it has the ability to instantly change that which we magnanimously define as governance, as is the case of America’s current tyrant, and it has the ability to create new civilizations altogether, as our very existence as a “free country” lends its’ favor. In speaking of this specific creation, it is interesting to read the words of Thomas Jefferson to James Madison in defining the measures that would create a more perfect union of governance by the people, you know, the type of government this country was meant for…

“I hold it that a little rebellion now and then is a good thing, and as necessary in the political world as storms in the physical. Unsuccessful rebellions, indeed, generally establish the encroachments on the rights of the people which have produced them. An observation of this truth should render honest republican governors so mild in their punishment of rebellions as not to discourage them too much. It is a medicine necessary for the sound health of government.”

This kind of language now, is the kind of language that will most probably guarantee you a trip to Guantanamo, as a enemy-combatant, without due process of the law, and without any constitutional rights. The hardest part to swallow is that most Americans have no problem with this, nor is the idea of outright cuckold of intellectualism by historical revisionists, and barely educated half-wits churning out of academia with their professional test taking skills and contacts list tucked in their Kaplan notebooks.

We have become too complacent with our set… a burgeoning and blundering country whose only focus seems to remain on saving and storing up body fat all the while spending enormous amounts of money the country simply does not have…

Far be it from me to criticize this, it is our right as a free country to splurge, and to fatten ourselves into whatever hallowed oblivion we so desire. I for one, as an atheist, see important value in preservation, call it a conservatism of change. I think it is our sacred honor to protect the futures of the potential creators and movers of tomorrow. I have that right too, in case you were reaching for your Handbook on the Rights of Humans by Chief Justice John Roberts.

So, while speech is still relatively uncensored here, and knowing it will probably be used to hurt me in whatever future political aspirations I have, I openly state for the world to see:

Our economy is a fiat. Religion is a mindless scam used to rule people in thought, body, and person. War is only necessary when faced with someone who believes war is necessary. Thought is not free, and most of it is borrowed, hacked, and butchered by parasitic mindsets. Science is the answer, for now. We are not a free country, our press is not free, our speech is not uncensored, and our actions are not private. Liberty is endangered. The most dangerous form revising and redefining what liberty even means. Nothing will be more succinct then the totalitarian government that slipped in the middle of the night, whispering in our ears that we are wide awake, enjoying our lives, and that individualism is the right to be the same.

The great people of humanity drag the carcass of the masses with them on their backs. Like veins through the human body, they inhabit every aspect of our society; government, science, and arts to business, health, and labor. They are the educators, builders, entrepreneurs, farmers, artists, writers, scientists, and professionals who are the oil of this machine of a country.

This country needs stress. The good stress. The pioneering spirit lit up under her ass like the flames of Christian hell incarnate. We need to realize we are slipping, and get that second wind.

This is the greatest country on the planet. Not for any of the reasons so many have named before. Not because your family is safe, not because you make a decent living, not because you can practice your delusions in private, not because you can become rich and successful. No, this is the greatest country on the Earth because it produces great men and women. This country is where it is today because of these people, and the only way it will continue is for them to rise again, in dire need, in detraction of common senselessness.

None of this means anything. The staple of a great person is the ability to break through whatever obstacles lie in the path towards victory, towards conquering… These obstacles have gotten stronger, higher, and more prevalent. By the will of these people are great nations forged, and each one of us lives in the shadow of these people, until we decide to be that next generation.  This is not a call to change those that will not hear… those that simply want to reap the benefits of the country forged by “liberals” before them. This is a call for those with rebellion in their thoughts. Those who view this apocryphal culture, this regressive and repressive failing zeitgeist in need of that charge, that increase in stress, that testosterone (or estrogen) boost. It is time, regardless of age, to pass through the intellectual nonage that you sit in, and willingly give yourself, on your own terms, to the protection and revitalizing of this great country.

Due to recent national and world events; namely the resurrection of the Cold War, the Global Environmental Crisis, the increasing Godless heathen books, the turmoil in the Mideast, Global Weather situations, genocides and massacres, political scandals and monopolistic fascist party system, an economic decline, and reruns of Seinfeld, we are amidst a potential catastrophe.

I, Dane Andrade, officially raise the Rapture Threat Level to High:

Dutch Hoorenbeek is a successful entrepreneur. A net worth of $1.5 million, an owner of a mall and several dance clubs, married to a gorgeous redhead, designs lingerie and bikinis, and known the world over as sophisticated and charming, a tall, dark, and striking rogue biker, dressing under his privilege and affluence. He is the paragon of success…

Except his money is in Linden dollars, his real name is Ric Hoogestraat, he is married to a different woman, and he makes 14 dollars an hour as a call center employee.

Hold that thought.

Those who have shared the unique honor and abject horror of meeting me for the first time are usually aware of two things. That I am a modern progressive, and unapologetic about it, and if you remain in contact with me, your life will never be the same.

As a technologically savvy college graduate, a computer nerd and hacker, a twisted combination of introspective nerdy chic and a X-Gen socializing cross between computer gamer and Ferris Bueller, a government contracted Sys Admin no less, I am the last person who should be saying this…

I despise Second Life. I hate everything it stands for. I abhor the concept, and deep down I know why. I daresay, deep down you know why too.

When I was a kid, I fantasized about designing a game like Second Life, although it was more of a fantasy world more reminiscent of World of Warcraft. I told kids at school I was playing it everyday, every question they asked was followed with a detailed description of the game, a complete fabrication, but a lucid one that my childhood friends shared in absurdity and wild excitement, “You mean there are thousands of skeleton soldiers as an army?” It was a dream of mine to one day have the means to produce such a game, to create a complete world, where one could pick up a rock and throw it at the person in front of them, knock down a tree, explore a complex, detailed world, where one could set out alone to find rare artifacts and spells or engage in collective, orchestrated battles of nations. To sail the ocean endlessly, or turn yourself into a gallivanting cut-purse, pillaging and stealing from others.

I have learned a lesson, and that dream is long since shattered and swept under the fridge. Second Life is an attack of the only cure we have against delusion right now. Technology, the free flow of information, mass of data and knowledge, all dangerously fragile, all subject to the same uncontrolled and arbitrary method of destruction that has already destroyed the media.

Escapism.

Never mind for now that Second Life has major crime issues, and virtual fraud. A millionaire in Second Life is not a millionaire in real life, but it would take a real equivalent to match them in the virtual world. In order to obtain multi millions in Lindens, it would cost you real money, and/or real “hard” work. The wall of representation and the seemingly mocking example of our real economic fiat continues. The one way exchange rate is L250 to $1. A banking firm in Second Life now might have to explain to a REAL federal investigator how he lost $L200,000,000, a real life $750,000 to people who used his bank. Think of the law nightmare this creates, and the very real possibility that it could undermine the concept of what is of real value to anyone.

This however, is not my concern.

I have re-read, for the fifth time, Fountainhead. In it, Ayn Rand predicted many things, all of which, I challenge anyone to question otherwise, have come true. From the exploration of space, to the eventual rule of the masses through media. In the most vivid scene to me, Gail Wynand gained control of the Gazette, changed the name to the Banner, and in the first publication, asked for donations to two causes. A starving scientist with promising new research, and a chambermaid with an illegitimate son. The overwhelming response to the story of the chambermaid is used in a staff meeting by Wynand to explain to his workers what the banner will be, sensationalism, and moral stories that nobody will disagree with, when there isn’t news, the Banner will make the news. She predicted Fox News. She predicted The Drudge Report. The is the first problem with Second Life.

Hold that thought.

In I Am a Strange Loop Douglas Hofstadter details the idea of “soul shards”, people as the abstract existence of memory. Imagine a small piece of paper with black dots on it, a written compilation of Beethoven, arraigned and designed perfectly to the exact specifications of the artistic genius composer himself. All of us share Beethoven, a piece of him, a component of his mind, with something as small as a hand-written note. Our memories of people in pictures, writings, works, and anything that gives us one sudden neurological response to them, is in essence all the technological wave, the destroyed of gods has given us. But it is not without its’ power. These shards, these pieces of people effect thousands, millions, and some, billions of people. You will not see your favorite dog, or your mother, or your great-aunt when you die. You can however, look at picture and enjoy the millions of sudden reflections in your mind of that object of sentiment. When you die, others will do the same for you. In this sense, what is your contribution to the memory of your family and friends, those closest now, who, would be the champions of your deepest thoughts and life tribulations. What do you create in a world that is automatically the abstraction. Are you really represented, are you anything remotely yourself. This is Second Life’s second problem.

Hold that thought.

Ayn Rand’s most important lesson was not new, but it was the most detailed. The destruction of the “I”. Selflessness specifically combined with the shameful reality of indulgence of the absurd, the gossip, the fall of great people, the cheaters, the extraordinary, the bold lettered headlines shouting loudly the harrowing mob desires. Second Life is indeed two lives, but not because it rapes from your real life. It is the destruction of the “I” and it is science and technology’s companion to Fox News, The Drudge Report, the modern tabloid and the greatest evils ever perpetuated upon man. The evil of allowing easy access to the destruction of the self, easy access to the dissemination of the amazing collection of real knowledge, the allowance and joyous suppression of the facts buried in the opinions of men who know the rise to power is through the collective and genuflecting “selfless” people, who in their misery of their own lives, seek the justification of their existence in the faceless news reels, the promotion of charity through idea that merely being against something matters, who watch and learn with fast moving and simple moral standards, commentaries by men who have never written an original word honored as heroes of a culture war, public memorials to remove the shame at having watched secretly in desire to see the car crash, the joy of watching starlets entering rehab, gain weight, and fall from grace, so one could suddenly feel righteous by being the first to forgive them, the average housewife detailing the pity shared of husbands of wealthy socialites who cheated, have in turn vindicates themselves, watching in senseless shame a hurricane barely miss a major city, and sigh that it was a pity; these people to be given the idea that they are part of a fair and balanced existence, who, as the spiral of self-loathing continues, drives the repression into the fantasy realms of Second Life and World of Warcraft. These are the people from my end, my side of life that should know better. Instead, the nausea has seeped into the last stronghold of intellectual discourse. A free thinking person should fear the control of the mass mediocrity, the same as one should fear the control of the masses by one.

This is the final blow, the mixing of the real Second Life, the meaning of it all. We are already shells of other lives. Integrity is a dead art. We are escapists in everything, including now, our love, our money, our entire physical lives.

This is the path to a totalitarian democracy.
The future dystopia will have a second life, the greatest conceived tool of the enshrined mediocrity, but I assure you, it will not be called second life.

Sources:
Wall Street Journal
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