State of the World Address: The Misleading and the Misled

The people...

The people are being exploited...

The average person, you and I basically, is rather uneducated regarding political affairs. You can't quite blame yourself for this lack of necessary knowledge, so that should provide some comfort. But, unfortunately, there is a market for the average person with this unjust lack of political knowledge; Conspiracy Theory.

Who are the people running this market? I can name a few names, like David Icke, Alex Jones, the Zeitgeist film producers, 9/11 "Truthers", just to name a few. Sensationalists is all they are, but some are ridiculous crackpots artists, con artists, liars, insane, patronizing...you know the drill. They all have one thing in common; they're scam artists. The Conspiracy Theory movement is a big hoax. It's the reason why no one takes them seriously.

I'm not to say that I'm one of the people these idiots would call "ignorant", I realize that you can't automatically, by default, place all your trust in your government; you have to be aware of their motives and actions. You need to know the hows, whys, whens, and whats to everything they do (well, not necessarily everything, that is unless you're a masochist obsessive paranoid delusional [heh, that's a lot of words meaning one thing]). However, I'm calling them out on trying to exploit my, I admit, relative lack of political knowledge, and I speak the same for others who sadly fall for their bullshit. They make money off of this ignorance, which isn't to say I am patronizing my fellow man and woman, and it needs to stop. It's a crime is what it is, and one day, it will be illegal.

Alex Jones is one of the most outspoken of these Conspiracy Theorist con artists, delving into such subjects as 9/11, the Zionist movement (which he equates to nearly all of the conspiracies he allegedly believes are true), the UN, the EU, RFID chips, Verichips, the Bilderberg group, Planned Parenthood, Eugenics, and so on. I've watched an entire film from this very man, focused, almost entirely, on the EU (and the alleged North American Union and Asian Union, which isn't a big deal) and the Bilderberg group. However, whether deliberately or not, he displayed his lack of consistency by delving into topics he thinks are linked to the EU. If you are sorrily convinced by his scare tactics, such as dreadful background music, ambient audio clips of people screaming, lots of cynical behavior from interviewees and groups of people on-screen, and completely paranoid delusions, then I am sorry but it'll take some effort to pull you back.

This film is called 'ENDGAME'. Scared enough? Almost two whole fucking hours of drivel, and fear mongering, and paranoid delusion (and sometimes schizophrenia, as one interviewee being shown during the Bilderberg protest segment seems to be an almost pathological liar, which is a symptom of schizophrenia and psychopathy) but no actual points are made. You also have to realize a piece of truthful thinking with regards to the conspiracy theorist movement; if what Alex Jones and his ilk, and all other conspiracy theorists, were telling their audience were true, then why aren't they gone (dead or disappeared)? Last I saw, which was 6 days ago, Alex Jones was alive and well and stupidly enough, was working on another film. So is David Icke, so are the producers of the massively popular film 'Zeitgeist', as painful it is to realize the testament of the aforementioned film's popularity, the time-wasting Bilderberg group protesters, and pretty much all other conspiracy theorists.

And not to mention, these aren't even scientific theories. They're completely layman theories. Remember, the scientific theory and the layman theory are pretty much opposites, noticeably at least because of my own witnessing of the average person's ignorance to their meanings. No one but the gullible man and woman takes them seriously. But you can't blame the gullible man and woman; they haven't been educated on the matter, and these guys manage to convince them with their paranoid delusions of grandeur and persuade them to accept these delusions as fact. It's a market. Books and media have made money, all made by the conspiracy theorist group. One needs to wonder, and let's keep the emboldened statement in mind, whether or not this conspiracy theory market is ultimately controlled by the Big Media? Is this just another conspiracy theory? You be the judge. I'm not asserting this question like the conspiracy theorists do, I'm merely pondering. Since those tin-foilers are alive and well, you'd got to wonder what the real deal is.

What I want to do with this part of this article is persuade people to make up their own minds. The Conspiracy Theorists, as far as I can tell, are at least just one side of the fucking coin. If you go with them simply because they have an almost admirable level of charisma and persuasion power, you're just sticking with one side of the coin. If you go with the opposite, it's the same deal. Instead, with the power of our minds to reason (even though we are irrational creatures, which is where this conspiracy theory delusional thinking comes in) and question with free will, we can make up our own damn decisions. Wake up people; the Zeitgeist film is just another attempt at grabbing an audience. They know damn well that what they're presenting is full of shit, I am firm on that belief, but since it has worked in convincing people otherwise, they'll stick with selling the product.

Make your own damn decisions. Look at the pros and cons of each argument. So far, in with both sides, I've seen fewer pros and more cons. But,What about you?

State of the World Address: The Beggars & the Bitchers

Talk is cheap.

Shut the fuck up about it.

What is "it", you ask? It's about issues that affect our everyday lives which we cannot change without determined action; those that we complain about and wish against. Continue on to see what I mean.

There's no point in talking about things you don't like that you know deep down inside can't change, and hoping in all your verbal/literal disgust that these things change for our benefit. Some of those things include the gas and oil prices, the common stigma of "honesty hurts", various things consumer-based companies take away from their product lists, and among many other things.

As a whole, we are a bunch of fucking babies.

Talk is cheap; actions speak louder than words. Remember, we communicate mostly (and by a wide percentage margin) through physical expression; the face, the eyes, our limbs (hands mostly), our movements; it's not our voices that get the message across more, it's our damn bodies and the movements they make. Use your body to talk. DANCE BABY! Quit 'yer bitchin' and dance! Move your ass!

How do you use your body to speak louder, and clearer, than words?

Let's get into the gas & oil price crisis. Many of my friends and myself, that is all of you able to read this note, fall under the 99% population margin of "lower class" citizenry. This crisis affects us the most and will hurt us more and more as it is let on. And since the current price of gas & oil (not entirely synonymous with nor dependent on one another) is huge; it won't stop there. In what I think is a laughable, pitiful, useless reaction, people try to start up petitions, facebook/myspace groups, anecdotal demands, and the like, in hope and determination to persuade the authorities to lower the price. There are at least 4 groups on Facebook, for example, with the glaringly obvious demand of lowering gas prices. God damn babies, shut up and DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT!

The bitching won't do fuck all. In fact, if any of the Big Oil monopoly players were to see one of these Facebook groups for one, this is what I think they may do: laugh right the hell out loud to tears (with some even suffering from strokes, heart attacks, loss of breath, or any kind of illness to the laughter), and then consider amongst themselves (because we know that a Big Oil executive is never alone), "Let's raise the gas & oil prices up to piss them off even more! Hell, they give us a reason to! They buy our damn product all the time, and they're demanding we lower the prices?" You know they could very well do it. And to support this scenario, they'd pay their media connections like Fox, CNN (CNN especially), NBC, and whatever other major news network you can think of, to publish a story intending to somehow lay blame to the Facebook network, perhaps on the grounds that a "terrorist group is operating on Facebook intending to spread bad word about *insert Big Oil company name here* and encourage those to threaten oil supplies." Thus, like many of the issues floating around the big media right now, those like Russia's monopolistic efforts to control the oil trade or the eco-political conflict of invested interests in the Mid-East 'threatening oil trade routes', or even the bullshit "oil supplies are at an all-time low" line which I've heard at least a dozen times in one form or another.

Just wishing, or sending letters of "concern" ain't going to cut any slightest bit of cheese; you've got to do more. To develop on the gas & oil price crisis, if you want things changed, that is, the grossly high prices of those products (early last year, for example, a full heating-tank of oil would cost up to $800; as of now it is at $1,400), you've got to show the Big Oil companies that you are sick of their manipulative bullshit. They're bullshitting, mean sonsabitchez, but you and I, the masses, have numbers on our side. The best you can do is, at least for a week, or even more if you don't mind; stop driving. Stop putting their products into your vehicles and heating systems (you don't need the latter this time of year, unless you're unfortunately living in the Arctic circle, so scrap that in the case of Summer), and you won't be part of the problem. If people really want this madness to stop, they'll stick up for themselves and stop driving for a week. Or are we so far gone in our dependencies that we don't like the thought of walking a mile, 30 minutes, an hour, or what have you and would rather take the easy way out?

Hope is meaningless but in this case, I am sincerely hopeful, and sure, that the masses rise up and show the enemy that enough is enough. Violence isn't necessary at first, only as a last resort, so the simplest (and most powerful) methods would have to come first. Everyone should stop driving for at least a week, some even a month; ride a damn bike. Change your vehicle's system to no longer depend on the products which Big Oil has their gnarly metaphorical hands on. Stop using oil heating, and go to electric, water, or whatever other form of heating there is instead. Then again, it wouldn't surprise me if Big Oil has their bloodthirsty claws in Hulk-like grasp of the Water industry.

Also, demanding the government to propose a lowering of the prices of these products is futile because A) they don't control the oil market and B) they make MONEY from this market, C) not giving the government a real reason to lower the prices of products from what they universally consider a viable economic profit margin for their pockets, and D) even a lowering of the prices of oil will result in the price of other products being raised to "make up" for the losses! This is why I think that those who waste their time on these literary efforts should stop while they're ahead. It's a pipedream=centered method of communication that won't produce anything but a few laughs from narrow-minded psychotic (read the definition for this word as it is used technically here) bureaucrats or spiteful spikes in prices for products they know the society from whom they're filthy rich depends on.

That is, if you WANT things to escalate in prices, thus bringing your finances ever so closer to doom, be my guest and keep giving the big industrial powers the reason to jack the prices up for no realistic reasons, sugar-coated with childish excuses, sustained by the bureaucratic minds of the share-holders, who expect more and more money at the end of a week or certain time-span in their already bloated wallets and bank accounts. Our society is so damn selfish, dishonest, chickenshit, unrealistic, short-minded, superficial, and self-destructive that it's going to come right back in our faces like one of those massive boxing gloves you feared about in your dreams and drunken stupors. I'm a contributor to few of these issues (not including the gas & oil crises, thankfully), but I could contribute nothing at all if I wanted. What about you?

The moral of this story? Stop bitching, and start doing. If you want something changed, then don't sit there and type out an email, random-useless petition, letter of "concern/request", or whatever some sad folks bother to do, and show the enemy that you're sick and tired of the bullshit. The French Revolution may be on its way again soon; all it takes is a little chain reaction. Will you start that chain reaction?

Survival is Key...

I think it's time to see things straight.

For the longest time in the last 6 years of my life, I've been devoid of aim. I didn't accept myself for who I am, and what I really want for all this time. That will likely change.

Two university/government-certified personality tests, composed with utter professionalism without the sarcasm or error present in those of internet "5-minute quizzes", held the exact same results despite being completely separate tests. They had the same aim as each other, but were composed and presented differently. Yet I got the same results.

Neat 'o.

My personality is that of an Investigative, Realistic, and Artistic person. Key traits are that I would rather work alone, don't like much physical work, would rather do something that utilizes the brain, am creative, perceptive, rather introverted, and spontaneous. Every one of these traits are what I see of myself. The tests didn't involve right or wrong answers; it was all about perception. For example, one such question would ask, "A person is struggling with a very difficult question. You could help, ignore, or recommend someone else to help him/her. What do you choose to do?" There are 6 categories, which include mine; Investigative, Realistic, Artistic, Conventional, Social, & Enterprising.

I have images of a few careers would suit my personality types. My codes are: IAR, IRA, AIR, ARI, RAI, RIA. You can spot them all on each image. A couple of the careers listed, including Biologist and Architect, are actually appealing to me. You can see all of these in the images below.

Oh, and keep mutating.

The N00z from a N00zBear

So...

I think I'll be moving to Calgary within the next couple months. There's nothing here for me so far, so I have to take opportunities that are presented to me. This opportunity is in the form of my sister is offering to let me share a place with her and her "boyfriend", whom I do not appreciate for his injustices to her. Kind of cool indeed, despite that fact that her "boyfriend" will be living there (or will he? Who knows how low he'll stoop).

From there, I can build up my resources twice as fast as I could out here and end up at my destination sooner; beautiful British Columbia. No, I won't move to Rinse Rupert, but I will end up on the wonderful West Coast.

My preferred/desired destination along the coast would be in the area of Vancouver, not the city so-to-speak. I'm thinking rural Vancouver, somewhere generally quiet (but not in the mudslide-prone parts), but I am now thinking that it could cost more to live in the rural areas than it would in the city-adjacent places like Richmond or Burnaby.

I'll very likely have to be resourceful in this scheme and go to Nanaimo. I've read in several places (accuracy or lack thereof aside) that the cost of living is low in B.C terms, though that might be equal to living in Moncton.

So I'm thinking that the earliest time of my leave would be the last week of March. It's likely that it won't happen that early but it depends on the Sis's progress in getting a job (and a place). Not to mention she's gotta do it soon since her benefactors are going to move to Brandon, MA again. I don't think Jus wants to end up in Brandon, what with the lack of apparent opportunity in comparison to Calgary ($12.50 an hour at Tim Horton's should be a clue to how much money is circulating through the stampede city) and it being in an average province. Fuck, I wouldn't want to move to Manitoba myself, so why would my Sis?

Anyway, I look forward to this. The jobs just don't want to come my way even with my efforts to get one (I applied at more than a dozen this month so far), and my landlord is probably losing patience despite knowing that it's hard for me to get a job. All there is in this blasted province is retail and telemarketing/call-centers

, nothing else that I could write home to. It's a neat little province but it's not for me, plus it's not where I want to end up (complete opposite, yargh).

Grizzly out.

Succession/Recession?

The title is a trick question. The answer is already there; Success.

I got laid off from Vito's last week. That kind of sucked, but in more ways than I perhaps realize. It is simple to say that this layoff was a good thing because it presented me the need to find a better opportunity. And how great for this to be true that I may start working for ADT security systems a day or two from now. What I like most about this opportunity is that I can work from home!

When I registered for the position, as required by the job poster, the job description stated that I can make $1,000 in the first week with "little effort." Sounds a bit too good to be true, eh. Not to mention, the position did not require a job experience. My employer will be Apex, a subsidiary of ADT. It is indeed a work from home job. How much better can you get than that? Well, if you have an education and rèsumé to back yourself up, you can get better definitely. Goes without saying, actually.

If this works out, then I may be able to take back the apartment for myself. It'll be such a good thing for myself if I do that, because it's just too noisy and cluttered at the time with so many people coming and going in the house. Too much second-hand smoke, litter, drunkenness, and noise for my taste. It was so much more peaceful and it was much easier when the place was all to myself. I bought my own food and thus consumed it all myself, the house was quiet, I was extremely minimal with electricity use, and the house was relatively clean (other than my room, but if you know guys like me well, then you would understand why). Nowadays though, with so much laziness, noise, and low-life behavior ridding the place, I can't help but feel very anxious for the day that the apartment can be claimed as my own.

Well, the phone interview for the job is tomorrow, when I make it happen anyway. I hope this goes through, because the job makes pretty damn good money. If I succeed, then I can easily claim this apartment as my own in the very near future. Wish me luck, y'all.

Update from the Bear

Winter time is fast approaching, if it isn't here already. Lots of things happened in the last couple of months, and only a small portion of them are overtly positive.

On the first of November, I began life on my own. Mentally, it was not hard to cope with, at all mind you. The reason being for this is perhaps because I was quite willing to get myself out of Woodstock, and I will admit it for all of my life, that I do not regret that choice. It was not a bad choice at all, I must say, despite the hardships I've gone through in the last couple of months, especially this month. More on that below.

My roommate moved in a week prior to December. It took him that damn long enough to move in, eh? He had a job, too, but he had too many excuses up his sleeve to do anything about it until the day finally moved in. So far, he hasn't payed much on his part, not much at all. He gave me $100 the second week that he lived here, but I had to use it on food, getting around town on the bus, job interviews, etc. However, my roommate (whom I shall designate henceforth as "Mr. X") has a handful of quirks that I can't stand...to a degree. For one, he's a party animal. It's all he does it seems. This one quirk leads on to one that's more serious. He allows people to stay here after a party. Because of this, he's allowed another person to live here, but that doesn't include this person's friend temporarily crashing at the place. Temporary my ass, she's been living here since the beginning of the month, for free mind you. He had to violate my trust by allowing them to do so without consulting me first, which is a big mistake on his part because I am the 'boss' of the place, I pay most or all of the bills, and I didn't want a bunch of people living here. He's no right to do such things.

One thing that has ticked me off about my roommate is that he's become increasingly lazy over time, he could even be at his peak laziness now, mind you. He has only worked twice since he's lived here, and because of his neglect to show up to work, he got fired. He hasn't done much of any job searching, from what I could tell. More or less, he's been sitting on the couch all day, or playing on my computer when I'm not around or when he asks. I think the next time that I go to work (oh, I should have said earlier that I got a job. Job sucks, mind you :P), I will unplug my computer so that he can't use it, and bring the power cord with me :). Seriously, this is how irritated I am getting to this point. He's lucky that it is the time of holidays, because if it wasn't, then I would have had him leave a week ago.

So about all he does each and every day is stay home, sit on the couch, get drunk or eat the shittiest food that you can buy (or both), play games or watch drab television, and once in a while, he throws parties that really aren't parties, and more like a gathering of drunken/stoned (often both) retards who talk about the most boring shit my artificial ears have ever heard. Not to mention, they dirty up the house all the damn time, there's always something broken it seems, and they leave lights on (thus bringing up my electricity bill). To ice the cake, they complain about me requesting them to clean up their fucking mess before I go to work for 8 to 10 hours. Talk about being childish.

The two people that are living off of my bills for free (at the moment, this will change very soon) don't do much of anything themselves. In fact, I don't remember the last time they've gone outside for anything other than getting craptacular food from the new Sobey's. One of them is supposed to land a job so as to return to her home, but she hasn't done almost any of that to the best of my knowledge. In fact, just thinking about that, I am considering telling her to apply at a McDonald's, seeing as she's a high-school dropout and is lucky to get any job at all with that unfortunate development on her profile. The other one is also a high-school dropout, for perhaps better reasons (although there are hardly any competent reasons to fucking quit school, truthfully), but she hasn't applied at many more places as the last one. While she does help clean up around the house, and paid for those few weeks where she's lived under my roof, it isn't quite enough to remedy the fact that she's just as big a slob as the rest of them. She hardly cleans, to be honest, and even when she cleans, all of my roommate's friends, including her, dirty them up only hours after they're cleaned (I've seen these dishes after she's "cleaned" them, and her clean-job is pretty mediocre at best). I clean up as often as I can, seeing as I am busying myself these days, but I can't do it all. When I get home from work, and see a rat's nest like what the place is now, I get a bit upset. I'm doing all I can to snap them out of their lazy stupor, but they're so childish as to avoid taking any relative ounce of responsibility.

This will change though. I plan on giving him the metaphorical boot next month, because I am getting tired of him and his friends' shenanigans. At this rate, we're no better than bums, although I am the only one who is doing something to rid ourselves of that label. As time goes on though, I am only considering worrying about myself, because I am quite sure that my roommate will be out of here, for good and without any negotiation, sometime next month. He seems to forget that we have such a forgiving, patient, and astoundingly polite landlord, too. I had to put my dignity and outward compassion on the line for my roommate when dealing with our landlord, so it was indeed an uncomfortable thing to do. In fact, if we didn't have the landlord we have now, neither of us would be living here. I wouldn't be writing this at this very moment. This is how good he and I have this, but he does little or nothing to show a bit of appreciation for it. So, consequences will be made. He shouldn't require a wakeup call to get his ass back in gear.

However, I will have the house to myself over the holidays, so I am at least thankful for the holidays for that reason. Hopefully they actually clean up, rather than doing something half-assed about their blatant mess. My parents are coming down in a couple of days, so it's the least that my lazy prick of a roommate can do, seeing as he does nothing otherwise.

GB out.

American Psycho inspired Poem

 

Blissless Shell (inspired by American Psycho)

by Garrett “Grizzly” W.

Look past me, I am the hideous

You can't grasp my total lack of bliss

My body writhes silently, swiftly

My mind conjures wickedry like ecstasy

I am a cracked, hollow shell

I am your last sight before your trip to hell

You're heartless almost mindless

You're a tool – you're a fool

I am the cleanser, the defender

I am the scourge to everything for pleasure

My total lack of bliss

Accompanies your death kiss

I seek the not-so-meek

I laugh as I feel weak

Every week I feed or purge

Inspired murder – cannot resist the urge

You see me as that I am not

I always see you as one when you rot

Fierce competition, hatred fruitions

Better is my motto, it's my mission

Attaining such needs oft sadism

I should be the embodiment of Sadism

I despise me, you espouse me

For that I take you with glee

Instability, insanity, my very few abilities

Do not so much as to self-please

You hear me albeit with ignorance

Hence I destroy you in my blunt arrogance

My journey through my total lack of bliss

Should it be not so much as a miss?