Artistic Footprint

Fuck if you’re looking for someone with no direction, I’m it. So instead I’ve set a few modest goals that I could complete in order to consider my life a success:

1. Paint a room-sized canvas
2. Eat a turducken
3. Tackle a yoga instructor at work
4. Talk in ass with Jim Carrey
5. Befriend a vicious wild animal
6. Redefine the word orgy
7. Live in a plaid canadian tuxedo
8. Be a kazoo master and play it before an audience of 30,000+
9. Put a tattoo of the entire royal family on my ass
10. Convince a monkey to be my accomplice in arms
11. Experience the pain of a brazilian wax
12. Become a jedi master
13. Win a staring contest with an ancient mongolian statue
14. Using a fake identity, become a member of the pussycat dolls and then assassinate all members
15. Invent a new punctuation mark
16. Defeat a mime at mimicking
17. Resolve a hostage takeover
18. Save the world from an alien invastion
19. Rescue a kitten from a tree with several attractive female onlookers
20. Catch my prey with my teeth
21. Crush Chuck Norris
22. Stop a heart and then restart it
23. Make a dish that makes people cry
24. Find an unseen colour
25. Go to outter space
26. Fart in a severely sobering moment in the international criminal court
27. Open a door with my mind
28. Defeat a sumo wrestler
29. Live life like Peter Griffin for a week
30. Punch George Bush in the face
31. Defeat John Travolta from Saturday Night Fever in a DanceOff
32. Make Jet Li shit his pants
33. Get in a HUGE dukes of Hazzard style bar brawl
34. Reenact the entire plot from Fear and Loathing
35. Have sex to an entire Barry White Album
36. Smack the reality in someone
37. Live in a trailer park
38. Have a politically incorrect, AND a moustach party
39. Be stupid enough in a bar to warrent being kicked out, eventhough they don’t have bouncers
40. Grow a Mullet
41. Become one with nature
42. Go to OUTTER space
43. circle the globe
44. Upper deck the entire house of my archnemesis
45. Spend a year in total solitude to understand the sound of silence
46. Find Myself
47. Touch the sky
48. Die Laughing.
49. Drive a 1968 Ford Mustang GT500 fastback on unregulated asphalt
50. Shoot the shit with Nelson Mandela
51. Beat 1960′s Clint Eastwood in a Quickdraw
52. Climb the peak of an unconquered mountain
53. Block a roundhouse kick from Chuck Norris – I’m sure there’s a loophole somewhere in this legendary position chuck’s got
54. Buy the Queen a lapdance.
55. Be a mob boss with a pawn shop, restaurant, and /or fish market front.
56. Have my face on the million dollar bill.
57. Start my own religion. – seems to be a hot trend these days!
58. Survive a mass suicide.
59. Rejoice to the laughter of a small child.
60. Go to a hotel room and blow thousands on first-class room service
61. Using my yardworker’s physique, attract a rich dude’s trophy wife and seduce her poolside.
62. Be a very uniquely talented busker.
63. Cuddle with a panther.
64. Be in a mexican standoff.
65. Survive a bullrush.
66. Hang from a chandelier.
67. Ride a giant banister and make it an Olympic sport.
68. Trash an entire mansion.
69. Host a jib comp in a shopping mall.
70. Host my own real murder mystery.
71. Shit my pants out of sheer excitement.
72. Learn how to speak jive.
73. Tell Samual Jackson to go fuck himself and live to tell the tale.
74. Beat Kevin Spacey in a chess match.
75. Get lost in a jungle with a damsel in distress, get really high in an abandonned warplane, and slay a snake with my machette just like Michael Douglas in Romance in the Stone.
76. Save a species from Extinction.
77. Run my own INconvenience store.
78. Play hide and seek using the planet as the playing field.
79. Drown Donald Trump in his own toupee.
80. Live in a giant lair and have meetings with my evil executives.
81. Make a pill that cures ignorance.
82. Lean. Literally LEAN on a car horn for a significantly prolonged amount of time at some douchebag who pulled a dick move on the road
83. Sway a hooker into having sexual intercourse at her own will for no reimbursement.
84. Get my “wings” and then consider handing them in because I’m too close to the edge.
85. Break the habit of looking into the toilet after I poop. – I mean I know it’s great to check up on how your eating habits affect your health but… what if you compiled all the images from birth and remembered them with intricate detail?
86. Have sex while wearing a wig or costume.
87. Race someone in reverse.
88. Drunk drive an elephant.
89. Win a slush cup.
90. Have sex to a barry white album.
91. Go to ludicrous speed.
92. Survive jurassic park
93. Be on a first name basis with david attenborough
94. See a wild polar bear before it goes extinct
95. Skateboard a vehicle
96. Ride the worlds largest slip and slide
97. Be the dos equis man
98. Show up to a really great party in a ride-on lawn mower
99. Headbang to james maynard keenan until I’m concussed
100. Put all the bibles in the fiction section of chapters
101. Hoist a jolly roger at a funeral
102. Catch a frisbee with my teeth
103. Watch a porno like its a sports game
104. Go to ludicrous speed
105. Win a Trundling contest.
106. Fish the salmon run
107. Aquadump my way to fecal success
108. Sell atheism to a door-to-door jehova’s witness
109. Ride the north shore
110. Drive every highway of bc
111. Experience symbiosis – symbiosis IS altruism!
112. Have a room full or matresses beside an outdoor deck balcony
113. Throw a bottle of moonshine at a lava slide
114. Watch the spaceshuttle take off
115. Be a parkour master
116. Be out cold
117. Watch robin williams live

Of course none of these involve further education or the compilation of life skills, But it’d be fucking cool. So we’re 0.081% to 1000. Someday. Dream Big!

Donations:

Kelsey Pollock:

1. Have a star-trek themed wedding
2. Party Naked with John Stamos
3. Have a Pet Monkey
4. Be a Swinger
5. Give Michael Moore a Rimjob after a run.

I’m sure anything with the word ‘Valentines’ in the title would likely attract like… 90% chicks to 10% dudes, so hopefully I’ve left my bros out of the loop in this obviously sentimental, estrogen-infested post. But hey – love is just as universal as laughter, and they usually both go hand in hand. These are my thoughts towards probably the most powerful and greatest emotion humans have.

I like watching people in love. Especially those getting through the hard times. Self repair turns into a true human ability to share compassion and a desire to mend. Maybe that’s what the love songs are all about. The attempts to make a crashed world on a minute scale better. The one chance for people to retribute their mistakes by giving back to another person. An uninsisted pay it forward to create the greater good, the anomaly on the selfish gene map. Love may be the one chance humans have to save themselves. The true unexplaned ruler of the universe. The hole in the heart. Not dependency or infatuation, but a necessity to survival.

Some people find love at a young age. The “highschool sweetheart” syndrome. Those that manage to seize the reigns and harness its relentless speed are the lucky ones who seem destined to live the fairy tale. Some have no comprehension of what this new feeling is and no preparation for its wrath. The turmoil of a constant tumbling into the abyss of jealousy, infatuation, necessity, and one-way streets and do not enters. In fact the idea that your emotion defines love is not even considered, and once you do, she’s long gone and there’s nothing you can do. It’s an inevitable, constant, undying feeling that won’t go away. Nothing could save you from this infection of affection. But you can’t do anything about it, even though you know in your head that you MUST. The scheming, conniving love that blotches your imagination with images of a perfect, blissful world. How every part of your life would come together if she was there.

I don’t believe love is exlusive. I think it’s pretty fucking limited. There are girls out there that were the epitome of awesome. So fucking perfect, fit every nook and cranny that needed to be filled. But somehow they just didn’t hit the spot. That instinctive, head over heels, hot and bothered, stammering level of affection that most often causes awkward silences, slurred speech, and a just plain lack of control. Of course being out of control is scary shit. And as soon as that scared shitless feeling creeps up, things inevitably get uncomfortable. Independence is shattered, ominous woes of potential hurt, the edgy feeling of opening up with the hopes of trust are big changes that question its worth. Eventually your heart tells you that the world is a shit place and you need to protect yourself better. Go through this enough times and eventually you’re wearing a spiderweb of steel and thorns that keeps your independent, headstrong body locked away, wondering why.

The funny thing about love is that you have no control over it, no matter how much you’d like to think you do. You can’t control who you love, when, where, or why. Trying to force it and just wanting to be with somebody, anybody, is a futile and painful approach. It’s why someone dates hurtful people regardless of the advice of their friends,  its why you maintain a constant feeling of loss when someone gives up on you, it’s why you happen to meet the right person at the worst place or time, doomed for disaster.  But it’s also the same reason for this immensely forceful attraction that makes you fight to the bitter end and make things work. Its leaving a career for a person, or disappearing off the face of the planet in lust.

I would define love as an attachment. Something that isn’t complete without the other. It is nothing – has no value, no place, no direction, no engine without it. This is my call to all you unhappy folk. To be blunt and painful, life is nothing without true passionate love. But on a lighter side, a very select few of us manage to find it, and even fewer of those can harness it. This cannot be taken as a calleous, abrasive amplification of your despair, but a shock to get your whole ensemble motivated. Fight for what you need. Persist, be a fucking dick, break a nose and knock out a few teeth. This is LOVE and the two of you NEED it!

Hopefully this reinforces the love that you have, or it makes you ask the questions that need to be asked and sets you on your way.

Every day we are faced with the promise of a doomsday. Polar bears are turning cannibalistic, oceans are rising, the arctic will soon be a fairy tale. But I want to shatter that idea. Launch it into space with all the other primetime fear driven fallacies, never to be heard or spoken of again.

“stop giving me problems – give me solutions”

Constantly dwelling on this innevitable apocalypse does nothing but sell products that we do not need, and only drives that train further into the ground, firmly rooted and weeding out the garden of a real opportunity. We don’t hear enough of the good things that are going on. The inventions, organisations, and people out there who have devoted their whole lives to make the world better. This one’s for you.

The way I see it, we have two options – do nothing and continue on this plight and consume ourselves in famine, war, greed, and toxic environments. OR, we would do something about it. Even if climate change is a total hoax, the amazing accomplishments in the quest for sustainability would be monumental. But do you really have a choice? which would you pick?

More importantly, think of a world where sustainability was reached. Where man, woman, and beast lived harmoniously with the planet. A stasis where the land reciprocated the people. This would be the last hurdle – the largest, hardest, and most important move on the board. Greater than any war against evil, and greater than curing the worst of diseases.

Imagine a world where your home was heated and lit by the sun itself. Where your water was replenished in your basement and back to your tap. Where a grocery store was synonymous to your backyard. Where work was literally a hop, skip, and a jump from your bed. Where you live as a community and the greatest reward for your good deeds was immediately returned with the awesome feeling of meaning and retribution.

And making it happen is so so easy. You don’t even need to lift a finger. In the back of everyone’s mind is a thought of “what can I do? I’m just one person in this big world.” But that’s exactly why you’re so important!!! you personally have the ability to get the ball rolling and pull your friends along for the adventure. All you have to do is develop that little voice in the back of your brain from the dwelling cynic into the responsible optimist that understands where your decisions take you. “I don’t want to buy that because I don’t think it’s good for my environment” “I’m going to ride my bike today” “I’m going to eat sustainable produce as opposed to those expensive and unhealthy chicken wings” “I want to go for a hike to get in touch with the Earth and understand its fragile beauty” “I want to take a break from work to realise that there’s a real planet out there that’s more important than me”

Thats right the Earth is more important than me or you. It’s survival is the true necessity. The Earth doesn’t care who lives on it, if any. It doesn’t care if it’s an iceball or a utopia. It doesn’t care if it resembles Venus or Saturn. It doesn’t even know the difference. It’s big enough to take care of itself. The World we live on is just our perception of what we make the Earth to be, and if we just appreciate the true value of it, that it is bigger than your comfortable life, we will naturally evolve a way of life that reciprocates that appreciation.

Have you ever stopped to think that maybe we are more animal than we’d like to admit? instead of being eaten by predators, we die in car crashes. Famine is still a huge killer just like that endless battle for every other species on the planet. We follow almost identical tactics in finding mates, and we are not the only beings to mate for life. Love, hatred, satisfaction, self-protection, and family values are universal instincts. Have you ever watched a primate use tools and just be completely blown away by our similarities? Are you aware that fish can fly? Or how about the fact that all embryos pass through every stage of evolution its family tree visited? The whole concept that this Eden was made for us must be abolished. We can halt this selfish right, or the coming apocalypse will be our own.

The best way to start the process is to escape the norm. You spend almost your entire life in air-conditioned, warm, disinfected, innoculated lives. From the car to the office to the bedroom to sandals resort vacation. Your home should be larger than this constant image of 4 walls and a roof. Where do you find the time to reflect on your home? When was the last time you pondered which direction North was? When was the last time you saw a wild animal? Have you ever truly been lost?

If you’ve never spent time appreciating your planet, how could you possibly care to protect it? Do you know any people who like the outdoors? If you do, latch on to them on their next excursion. If you don’t, go somewhere and take your friends with you. And I don’t mean camper-van with a big boat across the country, stopping at your favourite fast food restaurants. I mean take the necessities and disappear. That’s the real adventure.

Just fucking love this place and realize that it’s here. It’s the only place you’ve got. You’ll be healthier, happier, stronger, and you’ll have some awesome stories to tell and spread the new appreciation you have for your true home, Earth.

http://www.ted.com/talks/alex_steffen_sees_a_sustainable_future.html

Women: Genetically chained to being a stay-at home mom? Caregivers of the universe? Queens of the submissive male phsyche? A rat race to become a trophy wife?

Whos to say that they can’t be whatever they want, just as us bacon-bringers always had the opporunity to do? From what the golden age trend portrayed, women have always had this “job” to do. Their full-time, 24-7 career of mothering, cleaning, and household commanding officer. Not an easy career choice by any means, I sure as fuck couldn’t do it, but it’s the job that literally keeps the world turning, so mad props to them.

The workforce is making a turn, and of course over the last couple decades, women can be seen in every trade and discipline. Women want to be entrepreneurs, doctors, lawyers, culinary artists… and firefighters, medics, soldiers. I believe that they should have always been entitled to this, but situationally, they naturally used to lead a domesticated family-oriented life.

I speak more about the blue collar grunt work of trade careers. The firefighters, paramedics, military, construction – shit like that. The human resources folk of these trades have decided that the best Public Relations investment is to meet quotas of female to male ratios, of minority to majority equilibriums, and I think that’s a crock of shit. First and foremost, I have come across many a woman that could whip Schwarzenneger into shape, and I would expect nothing less than someone looking to fulfill the requirements of a job that needed it. Put simply, if you’re a chick and you want the job, I’ve seen examples of women just like you who can easily make the cut. There’s a reason for tough jobs – they’ve got a tough fucking job to do, and they need tough people. That has nothing to do with if you’re white, black, male, female, green, martian, arab, or jew. They need the best people for the job to get the best results of a rough day at work.

Let me give you an example. You’re driving home from work and some douchebag drunk driver hits you head on. The lower half of your body becomes completely entangled in the spiderweb of steel and aluminum. You’re barely conscious as your blood pressure rapidly drops as your perfuse blood onto the floor mats. You’ve got minutes to live. Who would you rather have save you? someone who got the job of rescueing you because of concessions made by their department? or a faceless human in a uniform who is the fucking best of the best because the application system picked them to succeed in that exact situation?

If you want the job, play the part.

The long and endless battle. Wanks on Planks vs Dicks on Sticks. Who owns the slopes and why?

Skiing was there first. Grainy old photographs line the heritage chalets with ancient wooden whittled 2x4s. but boardsports always had their space. The epitome of going against the grain, the anti-establishment lifestyle took its form on the concrete, surf, and soon to be snow. The funny thing about snowboarding is that it came to be right at the time that snow industry was dying. It took five years for mountain resorts to respect snowboarding as a sport they could endorse, and thats how it all began.

Snowboarding gave way to a huge new way to shred the gnar. You ride sideways, you’ve got a duck stance. You can ride backwards or forwards, and you’ve only got one edge to hold you on the mountain.

Skiing almost lost it. The industry hit a lull just as Jake Burton Carpenter was rubbing in polyeurethane on the top sheet with a scuba mask on. I remember those days. I myself snapped my collarbone while skiing and successively gave into peer pressure in joining the twin tip movement. The term “skiing is for little fat kids” got thrown around a lot.

But as things always do, boardsports just aren’t boardsports if they aren’t lingering in the background. The sub counter-culture. Skiing came back full force. Ski producers like Salomon and K2 reinvented the ski to incorporate snowboard characteristics, specifically twin tips.

So skiing seems to have had a bit of a burp in the retro-years. But it’s still just as strong as ever. But its important to note that skiing would be nothing if it hadn’t been for snowboarding, and you pompous oafs with your season passes, volvo SUVs and spandex onesuits had best come to terms with that.

Snowboarding helped bring in a whole wack of other amazing good things. The underground marijuana industry creates $4 billion annually in Vancouver alone (coincidence? I think not) We’ve also created awesome new terrain features like the half pipe and terrain parks, which otherwise would never have existed. For those of you unfamiliar with the industry, a mountain in New Zealand, Snow Park, is… well just a huge park cut into a mountain, and any self-respecting boardsport filmmaker would make the trip down there if he plans to sell his DVD. We’ve also created a new language all of its own to describe the conditions of snow or outcome of the day of riding (see below)

One thing I’ve noticed has remained static. Skiiers, for the most part, still ride that boring old way. The perfect S-turns, synchronized to the beat of some Journey track, making a fucking mess of a fresh line, or at worse, creating these moguls to swell up their knees on. The thing that I love about snowboarding, and is so natural and innevitable to those that try the sport, is that snowboarders ride to have fun. Theres no business in it unless it starts with monkey. Snowboarders move left and right, up and down, with the spontaneity of what they see. “I’m gonna check this out – oo that looks like fun. Lets ride over this”

Where skiers do prevail is the trade of expertise. It seems the natural option to progress and learn more about their sport. Snowboarders habitually learn till they turn, and then think that they own the sport. Snowboarding IS hard to master, and I’m fully aware of my boarded brethren that are foresakenly chained at the ankle, the power-sliders with an invisible friend. If you’re new to snowboarding, embrace your title as a wank on a plank and take some lessons. Learn a thing or two, break the bad habits and figure out how to manage your sleek, cambred, sidecutted beast.

What’s most important here is that we’re all having fun. Gravity sports is a great way to beat the trend of 9-5. to come up top and forget about life and just shred. Doesn’t matter if you’re on a monoski, snowblade, snowboard or ski. Just get out there and find something you love that keeps you eager to depart the norm.

For those of you still reading, here are a few synonyms for the word snow that I’ve added to my vocabulary:

pow

groomies

gnar

kibbles and bits

muffins

cookies

camel snot

hoar

shreddies

trackout

slush

sugar

chicken-soup

velvet

champagne

corn starch

Bean Bag Filling

Beach Sand

Snowment

Most people who live in the western world are either entirely ignorant how the world operates, or have an understanding of political sociology, but blindly believe that it is the best system and should be a world standard.

However, communism, for example, isn’t an evil thing. It’s not something that an evil person thought up in order to herd citizens like cattle for his iron fist. Communism simply says that people work as a community for a common goal, and you relinquish your right of choice in return for loyalty, service, and “steadiness”

Now of course we know this doesn’t work, and there’s a huge amount of repercussions due to communism that involves assimilation, greedy power, genocide, etc. But IN PRINCIPLE, communism isn’t inherently bad.

But I’m not trying to barter communism, but instead discuss a side of capitalism that is subtley mentioned amongst us all, be it in gossip in a coffee shop, or the newest trend for political comedians. Capitalism, again is good in principle. The choices you make dictates your success and wealth. You can be whatever you want to be, and solving problems makes you money.

But capitalism is a parasitic weed. Its inherent design, utilized religiously by the United States, is to be completely unregulated in order to work. This is the “freidmanistic” capitalism. I don’t mean to constantly bash the United States, it just so happens to be that they are a prime example to use.

Because capitalism feeds on solving problems, why not create your own problems, and charge for someone to fix it? A term coined as “planned obsolecsence” is where a product is designed to fail at a certain point in its life, forcing you to become acquainted with it, perceive it as a necessity, then have it cease to function. This would include things like your Ipod, laptop, or, ironically your car. consider that if you were to go to any town north of the 60′ parallel, the only vehicles you see are japanese made vehicles at least 10 years old. We’re talking about the hottest, coldest, hard as fuck wilderness, and yet you don’t see any raised chrome-grilled dodge rams or F-150 harley models. Just beat up, rusting toyotas and hondas, a jeep here and there. Is this because ford and GM don’t see a fiscal interest in sales in the north? or is it because they know that their vehicles simply can’t handle the stresses of that environment, and fear the repercussions of so many unhappy owners?
Now of course we all know about the buyout, and how GM became a public company, bankruptcy, this and that. But now, ford and GM are advertising quality in design. Isn’t that the same as saying: “oops! we’ll actually give you what you’re paying for now” its a change in the marketplace. People see the automarket in decline, and they want a steady, reliable vehicle to get them through the lull of high prices of cars and fuel. American motor companies have to reestablish themselves to continue selling cars.

Money can also manipulate:
Recently toyota recalled 175,000 cars due to a faulty gas pedal that was known to stick down with an open throttle, an obvious safety issue. In the finer print, however, the vehicle was being manufactured in Ontario, and the gas pedal itself was designed and manufactured by an American company. Now I’m only speculating here, and I only mention it because the situation doesn’t surprise me at all, but WHAT IF GM and Ford needed to boost their stock? which is the same thing as lowering the stock of their competitors. What IF the gas pedal manufacturer was bribed into intentionally producing faulty car parts in order to put their arch-nemesis at a disadvantage? just a speculation. Would you be surprised?

Now lets say Toyota was a dishonorable corporation, and knew of the gas pedal issue, but decided to do nothing?
I believe that a company cares more about the fiscal goings on of its business than the actual job their doing. The car CEOs would sit atop a skyscraper, discussing over their mahogany table, the risk/benefit ratio of such a recall. “Is it best to call the product back and save lives, costing us millions, or deal with the lawsuits and media setbacks of hundreds of incidents, costing us thousands?”

Now lets say that someone gets in a serious accident due to the faulty product, and their way of life is now flawed. They take Toyota to court. But is trial really fair? Or is it a duel of wallets? statistically, who has a higher probability of winning a case? the rich or the poor? I don’t think we need to speculate an answer, but the question leads to some obvious results. But a system of law, legislation, civil rights – all mandate a fair trial. But apparently fair doesn’t include a highly paid team of full-time lawyers, or evidence manipulation, or simply just “paying them off” and such.

How does money relate to politics? Well for starters, a political campaign in itself costs millions. That’s gotta be paid for and sponsored by somebody. Then of course there’s the lobby groups. People who literally pay for presidential decisions. Of course, by law, politicians must relinquish their assets and stocks in their current affiliations before entering office – which of course wasn’t too hard for Cheney and Rumsfeld to bypass. Now consider where your loyalties lie when you decide to go to war and are choosing which military firm to contract, where you literally create a market for you and your company.

What about international? Where Capitalism meets Communism, or meets no system at all – a failed state. The term “disaster capitalism” is where situations like an tsunami or earth quake or hurricane – Three recent, HUGE and devastating events in the world. Most of you watch your TV in hope and despair for those affected. Some few of you raise money or go down to pull people from the wreckage – kudos to you, seriously. But there are a bunch of oh so very rich folk that get a twinkle in their eye. the Coming of seizing an opporunity. A fishing community lived for generations on the beaches of _______. For years, hotels have wanted the deeds to their land to squander in the resort quality environment, but the locals relentlessly protected their way of life. Now a Tsunami hits, “conveniently” wiping the beaches free of huts and markets. A “clean slate” – being the particular phrase in disaster capitalism. Now the hotels have everything they need to exploit the opportunity. “Problem Solved”

What about Iraq? I finally had a realisation the other day, of what it might be like to live as an afghani or Iraqi, and the way of life of a small boy carrying and AK-47 or an abused wife in a burka, and the hardships they endure. On THIS level only, I agree with the coalition providing the necessary force to provide people with the freedoms they deserve. There is some good in what we’re doing over there. But everyone really cares about the true motives of the war. Terrorism? we already know that terrorism is not held to borders, airports, or one nation in particular. Oil? pretty fucking likely. But hey – it’s not Bush’s fault – it’s YOU who needs the oil and are willing to pay for it. But the military contractors? There’s a good example that’s hiding behind the shadow of oil motives. How many military CEOs love the idea of a new war? If one fighter plane costs upwards of 50 million apiece, then consider the firearms, nukes, military bases, etc etc etc etc x a thousand – that’s a god damn lot of money – 2 TRILLION dollars as of like 2006 or something. Here’s an interesting figure. What would happen if we didn’t engage in war with the middle east and just GAVE them 2 trillion dollars? would we be worse off? perhaps we’re more comfortable with the seizure of a nation’s resources than the legal trade of it.

This concept of problem solving, market creating, and market manipulation goes from terrestrial to cellular. Consider a baseball game with your son. They’ve decided to pack your popcorn with salt to make you thirsty, so you buy a pop. Then the corn starch in that fountain drink is grehlin producting (which makes you feel hungry) and you buy a hot dog. Wonder why the Western world is fat?

Does this not scare any of you? because it scares the living piss out of me! The “free-est” nations in the world are governing themselves with a corrupt and flawed system with only principle values. Tie it in with fear-driving media telling that you need these things to survive, conspiratory methods of conflict resolution, and falsified, weightless values of freedom and liberty, and you have yourself a civilization of robotic, ignorant, malnourished, pop star wannabe generation believing everything they see in mass media. Please don’t be one of them!