Watch Everything and Still See ONLY What Is Good

Waking up one morning, and after watching Vice Versa (a male-oriented version/rip-off of Freaky Friday, by the way), I decided to return a business-call I had received from 000-000-0000. (I know that sounds dangerous from the start, but "danger" is one of ou-- my many middle-names lol.)

Turns out the call was from Texas Guaran(tee?/ty?), who was trying to collect a debt SallieMae says I "owe" for my "schooling."

That is very wrong, for several reasons.

Fail to Continue Reading and You Will Be Destroyed

First (and as I must mention first), I cannot ever have touched that money. For me to have touched that money, I would have to have been "independent" (i.e. a just citizen of the US). I am not.

True, my thoughts are 'independent.' But I am not, and cannot be 'independent' as I defined it above.

Why? Because I have been 'marked' as "unjust" ... you know the scales-of-justice? two bowls hanging from a beam that's perfectly balance over a lever? Every US Citizen is 'marked' with a shadow of those scales.

Fail to Continue Reading and You Will Be Destroyed

The shadow that marks me is a set of scales that are severely unbalanced: In one bowl lies "the medical community," who--through association--contributed to the dooming of a child to 'being a vegetable forever (or for as long as his parents could pay for it, the way the medical profession has been disfigured by the greed of man); in the other bowl, the boy himself who decided not to "give up the ghost" and instead to push on through indomitable paralysis and natural hate to become the writer you see before you.

I haven't 'accepted this as the end,' but the US Government (and You, by association) have marked me as "dead," as "not a possible force of the citizenry."

Thereby, I am still paralyzed, and will remain so until the US Government sets my scales aright through application of the manifestation-of-worth you call "money."

Fail to Continue Reading and You Will Be Destroyed

If You were "beyond hope of redemption," I could justly render some destruction upon your works (e.g. buildings, statues, wall-hangings, etc.) I don't believe You are beyond redemption, and never will believe that; but I have a feeling that your system won't believe I am showing you mercy unless I really threaten to render the destruction.

That's My "Yellow Wood"

That's the point where the "two roads diverge." It's actually more than two roads—there are the many paths along which I MUST DESTROY YOU, and there is the one right path along which I remain constructive (whether YOU DESTROY YOURSELF or not).

In order to display the amount of my mercy, then, I must contribute to universally-constructive actions which will destroy you.

Or not. Or whatever. I guess that's just something to think about: how else could I show you that I could justify destroying you, and choose not to—a decision I must make and re-make with every passing instant.

Good thing I'm beyond reason; for I see the reason that motivates you--call it Quid Pro Quo, call it "tit for tat," call it "crime and punishment," call it "an honest day's work for an honest day's pay"--and (using that reason) I point to MY resurrection, MY GIANT QUID.Where's My Quo?
That's what I want to ask the SallieMae/Texas-G 'representatives' every time they call me (except they're only 'representing' SallieMae/Texas-G like I here 'represent' one-or-two of the links outside this 'input-block' ... i.e. they're not calling to "make a statement of their organization's better-judgement" or to "argue the organization's case," they're just calling to move my name from the 'A'- to the 'B'-column in order to pick up the paycheck for it).

Besides my existing outside your system, there's also the fact that I DIDN'T GET ANYTHING FROM THAT SCHOOL. Oh, all I was looking for was documentation for having completed something there. And I planned to pay for it with a) money from all the job-opportunities thus opened to me and with b) all the money I expected to receive in return for MY GIANT QUID.

But You Failed, and Thus You Will Be Destroyed

Oh, I won't be the one destroying You; You failed to pay the balance for the amount of work I continue to do, and thus You destroy Yourself! It's the invisible forces of True Capitalism that will be your undoing, if you do not recognize- and enforce the appropriate balance.
Originally posted on:The Enlightened Xombee

Well, ok; it's actually how "Emanuelle Chriqui Ruined Me for the Girls WhoYAWWWWWWWWWWWWN ..." I wrote it out at Spout ... look here!
Originally posted on:The Enlightened Xombee

'If I "owned" the Batman-name, I would be offended by Joel Schumaker and his conspirators in this farce.'

That's what I was thinking through most of Batman & Robin ... but there were a few (very-small) saving-graces---"some useful carbon in this crap."

First, the offenses: A lot of the 'jokes' in the dialogue were aimed at the pervy tween set---the ones who have heard all the catchy sayings used by the villains but who are not quite annoyed at them yet.

And the 'exposition'? Geez! Joel ought to have had Uma walk out in front of a red curtain before the show: "Ummm, okay you guys, I'm playing this nerd-loser scientist who's like an ecology-loving freak! And she's partnered with another kind of freak who (she doesn't know) is using her work for evil military

"And, ummm, she's always dreamed of the day when rich men would be, ummm, like putty in her nerdy little hands, when they would all fawn over her and her clever little turns-of-speech.

"Ummm, yeah. Enjoy the show."

That is what Joel should've done instead of having Uma talk to herself just before going down to her partner's lab to see how Joel was about to waste the talents of Jesse Ventura. Uma's opening scene--the sparkling charisma shining through the lame-o monologue--set the lame-o tones of the movie's lame-o majority.

What Joel ought to have done--if money were not such a deciding factor--is fully tell the creations of Poison Ivy (going back to when she was just a doctoral student deciding that plant-life was awesome) and of Dr. Freeze, rather than just apprising us of their situations through phone-book voiceover.

But I held on through the end (even though I 'lost interest'), because ... well, I wanted to write about it. And wouldn't have felt right doing so if I didn't at least 'sit through' it.

But if I were just going to see a movie at a theater, my popcorn-bucks wouldn't have made it through the first half-hour.