FirstSgtMike - Poor, deluded, sap
10.05.2010

I got into it with the nuts over at KATU, and posting restrictions compelled me to post a rebuttal here. Apparently then, KATU did not wish to host my screed! Here is FirstSgtMike's mind-numbing delusion reprinted in all its glory!

How pathetic when someone is willing to sacrifice everything potentially good in life in order to facilitate their drug habit. THAT is the classic depiction of an addict. The fact that you perceive that you've never hurt or ripped off anyone is irrelevant. The Lord God gave you life so that you might glorify Him and be a blessing to others. How sad that you are so caught up in self that you think only of YOUR need to get high that you've sacrificed precious life simply to live in an altered state of consciousness. How selfish. Of course, as all liberals, you will claim that YOU are the victim of unreasonable societal mores, when indeed you are the victim only of your own perverted thinking. Ever read Aesop's ant and the grasshopper? Since you wasted your youth failing to prepare for your future, don't expect society to come to your rescue in your time of need. You don't deserve it. And you'll have ZERO sympathy from me when you're st anding on the freeway entrance one day with a cardboard sign begging for spare change. You made your own bed and you should lie fully in it. To compare peeing in a bottle to Auschwitz proves how ignorant you truly are.

Right then. And here is my rebuttal:




"How pathetic when someone is willing to sacrifice everything potentially good in life in order to facilitate their drug habit."


FirstSftMike, FirstSgtMike, ugh, what are we going to do with you kid? You're putting words in my mouth. Fairly reasonable conclusions, I'll grant you, alas. If I've made any sacrifices, I can assure you that they were not made willingly. I have not sacrificed everything either, never-mind that such a thing is not even physically possible. Got conflate? Whatever, "...potentially good in life...", is, I can further assure you that I neither willfully sacrificed it, nor did I even intend to sacrifice it. Plus, it was most certainly not a sacrifice, as I was compelled. "Sacrifice", implicitly includes a component of free-will. The thing that I did, FirstSgtMike, was to avoid working for companies interested in playing with my urine. This avoidance limited my opportunities in life, and I subsequently have experienced a lower quality of life than I might have, had I not been dodging these human parasites, and their accursed little cups. Surely you may observe these actions, and conclude based upon this anecdotal evidence, that I was merely facilitating an illegal drug habit. I can, however, just as surely conclude, based upon the same anecdotal evidence garnered from the same observations, that my actions reflect a pattern of actively protecting my civil rights; and by default then, the civil rights of my fellow Oregonians. Lastly, I am in no way compelled to exercise extreme measures to obtain my drug of choice, and therefore when I do not have access to it, that's the end of it until I do again. There simply does not exist any reason for me to utterly divorce myself from conventional social norms in order to procure a harmless thing, like a buzz from smoking a plant. This quasi-tobacco-prohibition is wreaking a similar havoc in my life, must I now suffer accusations that this quasi-prohibition will have me breaking and entering, in order to fuel my eternal lust for tobacco? Ridiculous. Not for access to illegal drugs, FirstSgtMike. For access to my civil rights, my man. Believe what you want to believe, but know that reality will always play the key-role regardless of your beliefs.

"THAT is the classic depiction of an addict."


This is a provably false statement. From Wikipedia See what's going on here? You've inadvertently built a straw-man argument, only to then draw conclusions based upon the resultant fallacy. In fact, there is no such thing as, "...the classic depiction of an addict...". There perhaps could be a, "Classical definition of an addict.", but whatever that definition is, it is not germane. I enjoy a high produced by an illegal drug which has no addictive properties. It's not even an intoxicant. It is impossible for me to become addicted to its use, ergo, it is impossible for me to be an addict. Alcohol, and tobacco, not so much. These are, in fact, both intoxicants, and both quite addictive.

" The fact that you perceive that you've never hurt or ripped off anyone is irrelevant."


We are talking about my perception, yes? A perception is not some refutable mechanism in some argument. It's my perception, and I am the boss of it. Besides which, it most certainly is relevant that I have harmed no one, and stolen from no one. Perhaps I'm guilty of not qualifying earlier statements , but I feel nonetheless that I may fairly take for granted that society, et al, at least tacitly supports this mindless prohibition, and for exactly these same false perceptions of certain users of certain illegal drugs, being capable of socially unacceptable behavior in order to fund their habit. If I do not engage in these behaviors in order to obtain that which I seek, THAT my friend, makes the notion that all illegal drugs pose an imminent threat to society quite false. Nice deflection.

"The Lord God gave you life so that you might glorify Him and be a blessing to others."


Eeesh. Mike, can I call you Mike? Mike, bwooby, my so-called life, as it were, most certainly was not, "Given", to me by some magic-Jew-fairy-King-living-in-outer-space! My mother gave birth to me roughly 9 months after her and my rather irresponsible father had sexual-intercourse in the back seat of a 1965 Pontiac Bonneville, whilst en route to my home-state. No, "life", was, "given", to anybody, by anything, real, or in your case, imagined. As an atheist, I impose no such onus upon my time here, my life if you will. Just what, "Lord God", are we talkin' here, anyway? The Abrahamic-Jew Lord God, or one of the other thousands? Yeah, I wouldn't stoop to throwing that pansy New Testament drivel in your face, but you sir, are sitting in judgment. I highly advise consulting your Gospels, and researching how the 'ol G-man feels about mortal men, judgment, and just who gets to play that game; and when. Eff sin for a moment, blaspheme then is your crime, and one which is now steeped in irony. I certainly hope your, "Lord God", has a sense of humor, for your sake. From what I gather, I wouldn't hold my breath were I you.

"How sad that you are so caught up in self that you think only of YOUR need to get high that you've sacrificed precious life simply to live in an altered state of consciousness."


You're conflating again. As I've previously stated, and which is now evinced by my link to Wikipedia, I possess no, "need", to do anything, let alone inhale smoke from a burning plant. A statement like this is at once a gross conflation of the inherent components of an unqualified statement, and the seed of yet another strawman, with an implicit ad hominem personal attack, thrown in, presumably, for good measure. In order to, "...live in an altered state of consciousness...", I would need to be under the influence of any mind-altering substance, and perpetually. Never-mind this behavior would be cost-prohibitive, even the generally, "safe", nature of my illegal drug of choice, would matter not by the time I was constantly partaking in its narcotic effects. Try this on for size: I enjoy having a little puff after a hard-day's work, or perhaps to deploy as a catalyst meant to facilitate an elevated emotional state prior to more of the same, and over the course of a weekend. This behavior is almost identical to that of what can only be called a true American behavior now, and is that of cracking open a beer for the same intended outcome. Copping a buzz once and awhile is a far-cry from, "...live in an altered state of consciousness...". None of which do I find sad, although, thank you for your concern. That's neato.

"How selfish. Of course, as all liberals, you will claim that YOU are the victim of unreasonable societal mores, when indeed you are the victim only of your own perverted thinking. Ever read Aesop's ant and the grasshopper?"


Good gravy dude, you just broke, like, a half-dozen high-quality mixers, mixing metaphors here. I can't speak for, "...all liberals...", and won't even try. As an aside, I urge you to observe some of the tenets of Classical Liberalism, to which I ascribe, and Neo/Social Liberalism, to which I most certainly not ascribe. Your prediction that I will react to your statements by decrying some pseudo-crime committed against me is wrong. Moreover, it is precisely not so-called social mores which I speculate are the culprit in my demise, but rather a propaganda campaign perpetrated by William Randolph Hearst, and perpetuated by fascist corporate interests; and ignorant American plebes. Furthermore, I can prove, clinically, empirically, beyond a shadow of any doubt, that my drug of choice carries with its use, health-risks, and civil liability penalties, that are far less than many substances which are not prohibited in this country. With this completely insurmountable, utterly irrefutable evidence, I can then easily conclude that this prohibition is not just. That it is, in fact, unjust; and as an American patriot it is my duty to disregard this prohibition; and finally to call it what it is: An utterly monstrous violation of the 4th, 5th, and 6th Amendments to the Federal Constitution.

"Ever read Aesop's ant and the grasshopper?"


Yeah, dude I have. In the 2nd, maybe the 3rd grade. Apropos of nothing. Virtually a text-book non-sequitur. It's a nice figure-head for yet another string of failed arguments, and fallacious logic, though. I don't think there is enough evidence, on orders of magnitude, to draw such conclusions about the efficacy of my own life, nor the conditions in which I currently live it. Since when is the purpose of youth, a preposterous position in its own right, to prepare for any future? Project much? Yeah, I spent my youth under a pile of fairly pleased lady-friends, drunk on anything I could get my hands-on, and which just as likely as not, included your girl-friend, or wife, at the time. I submit that youth does not have a road-map, does not have some instruction-manual; and that it is altogether a subjective thing to do with as we please. Sorry you spent yours with your nose to the grind-stone, presumably, and may now regret that. Alas, this does not provide you any evidence to support the assertion I have wasted anything at all. Therefore the rest of your statement is false too.

"Since you wasted your youth failing to prepare for your future, don't expect society to come to your rescue in your time of need. You don't deserve it. And you'll have ZERO sympathy from me when you're standing on the freeway entrance one day with a cardboard sign begging for spare change. You made your own bed and you should lie fully in it. To compare peeing in a bottle to Auschwitz proves how ignorant you truly are."


Feel better? Yikes, paranoid-delusions I think are what the psychology-witch-doctors call a statement like this. No body has come to rescue me, holmes. Nobody has been invited to. As far as any sympathy I've got coming, well, that's an external component of life with others; and a demand I may not make. However, I do vote. And I routinely vote for icky Social Liberals precisely because they fund the system of entitlement which allows me to subsist. Only, I have paid every penny, of every tax, I have ever owed; and then-some if you consider the fact I've never put pen-to-paper on a return. That's why it's called an entitlement. Because I'm entitled to it. Because I effing helped pay for it. Your attempt to construe my situation as that of being beholden to you, or anybody, for anything, is mere jealousy. If I may speculate about your mental-state.

Lastly, this whole personal accountability thing is just so much hot-air, coming from you. In what civic entity are you a, "First Segregant", if you are not lying through your teeth? Doesn't matter, you cash a paycheck that was partially funded by me. You know, welfare. Seems a bit hypocritical to then lambaste me for the same. And I ain't even fighting a war for the corpo-neo-fascists, and their stock-holder's bottom line. 'Least I'm not THAT dumb! And what of you, a grown adult, talking about magic-fairies as though they are corporeal, and tangible? Dude, I've never been so whacked out of my mind in my life, that children's fairy-tales manifest in even my most drug-addled state! Ever hear the term, "glossolalia"? Would you like to talk about addiction, and anti-social behaviors again? You are a gross hypocrite! Virtually the personification of the word! I, you idiot, have proactively done precisely nothing! The course of my life has been, at least partly, decided for me, and by a bunch of delusional, judgmental, ignorant, prejudiced, and bigoted idiots just like you.

"To compare peeing in a bottle to Auschwitz proves how ignorant you truly are."


This is a false equivalence, c'mon Einstein, a little credit where it's due, yo. I stated no such thing, and I'm convinced you know it. Read again. I compared lab-technicians working in drug-testing facilities to their plebeian counterparts gassing Jews to death in WWII era Nazi Germany. A quite astute observation, and subsequently a comparison, if you ask me. Often times injustice has no power without the willing hands of those TRULY self-interested animals masquerading as human-beings. For personal gain, a mere pay-check no less, these troglodytes will scurry about on their insect-legs pilfering people's bodily excrement in, at least, tacit support of a draconian set of rules and laws. Without such villains, injustice has no purchase, and therefore ceases to exist. It is only you, and your ilk, that perpetuates this endless cycle of conflict, and I am, in every way definable, a victim of this mind-set; and the childish non-principles guiding its hand.

Prohibition is all but over, sport. In the ensuing world, the day to come, I am normal, and you are the weirdo who's never tested his metal. I sense panic in your screed, and I am left with little wonder as to why. Mike, I know what regret is. I know too that one may blind themselves to it, and I know my own. I can smell it on you, see it in your words, as though plain as day. Mike, see, you GOTTA believe what you believe because your entire, silly, identity is predicated upon these fallacies, and broken arguments. Me? I'm just passing through, and hoping for a little comfort in old age. You, friend, have self-imposed stakes, and it is you with waste littering the landscape of your life, not me. Cherish your delusion, for its days are numbered, and in precious short supply.

Thanks for playing FirstSgtMike - It's been real, holmey!

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Complaining about drug-testing at KATU
10.04.2010

I frequently take a position in opposition to so-called drug-testing. In doing so I usually just end-up sounding like an ass. Not so this time. I really think I hit hard at the key concepts, although perhaps a bit understated. I wrote this as a comment in a thread at the KATU site. Watch now as people who shamelessly self-identify as human, seize upon the opportunity to yet again lash out at a lifestyle they at once completely misunderstand, and are terrified of, in the hopes of maintaining some semblance of a status-quo that simply never existed.

brinks8486-

Your entire position is premised upon a tacit personal endorsement of so-called drug-testing as an acceptable means of enforcing prohibition. My opposition to the general policy of so-called drug-testing should, in now way, be construed as any sort of support for the Police Union, nor any of its members, but I nonetheless feel compelled to point out that so-called drug-testing of any kind is a draconian, virtually clandestine, encroachment upon basic personal liberties; and civil-rights. Why is it then, that when you observe a lack of policy-parity between tradesmen, and the Police for instance, it is then your reaction to sanction both entities equally; and not to simply remove the sanctions from the original group having their rights abused?

How can you support so-called drug-testing? It's outrageous. Aren't you the least bit ashamed of yourself? Can't you see that prohibition is a completely useless policy, that time and time again, and across a massive scope, history and current policy both, prove definitively that prying that far into people's personal affairs, so far in fact that you would have us submitting our bodily excrement into tiny plastic cups for inspection, is a completely failed policy? Moreover, observe if you will the utterly ridiculous manner in which testing has been haphazardly implemented. Minimum-wage workers categorically subjected to this humiliating, degrading, dignity-robbing, process while professional civil-servants, entrusted with the lives of your fellow Portlandites, get a pass! Certainly, don't seize this opportunity to interject some public concern for our 4th Amendment rights into the dialog, certainly don't question the policy of so-called drug-testing, no. Simply whine like a child that, "Hey, if person X has to do it, then so should the Police."?! brinks8486, I submit that the entire policy is scandalous, that it's high-time this little experiment be over. There's no definitive evidence that this horrible policy is even efficacious in any way, let alone a model for policy that should enjoy further implementation.

I have a personal bias with regard to so-called drug-testing. I have lived my entire adult life, basically like an animal, living in squalor, and abject poverty, due directly to the categoric, and blanket policy of drug-testing. My crime? I imbibe in the pleasurable side-effects derived from the inhalation of smoke produced by burning a plant that grows in the ground, at your feet. I was, "...informed...", at the outset that if I do not like, or further oppose, so-called drug-testing then I should seek employment at companies whom do not participate in this hostile attack on personal liberty. Well, I took that advice. I have walked the walk, so to speak. When have I paid enough, my friend? I have never harmed any one, I have never stolen anything, I have never set about selling ignorant poor-folks mortgages they can't afford. Yet, for my high-crime I suffer, and am to be made miserable, for what I have done. Why aren't the Police drug-tested, you ask, fool, why are YOU tolerating having your civil rights mangled in such a way? You have made yourself my enemy. You are the turn-coat, the officer at Auschwitz with your finger on the button, decrying your innocence by stating that, "I was just doing my job.". Well, say what you will about me, and my own personal choices. I'd rather avoid a drug-test and accept those consequences long before I'd participate in the further dismantling of my fellow man's freedom.

You just suck.

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Sick To Fucking Death Of Kevin Mannix And His Nazi Agenda
10.02.2010


I swear to... Ugh. Kevin Mannix, and John Minnis, and their troglodyte brethren have got to be the single most ridiculous excuse for, ahem, men to ever walk the face of this Earth. What a couple of nosy little cowards. Good gravy, when will sane, rational, people be finally rid of such terrified little sleaze-bags?

Thought I'd share one of my comments left on Oregonlive.com, this morning.

"Mannix you Nazi troglodyte! Who do you think you are, Sport? I AM safe, thanks all the same, and if I weren't, I certainly wouldn't call upon the likes of you to make me safer, you goose-stepping, feckless, control-freak. What is it with you, and Minnis's, fixation on sex-crimes? Why do you take such an interest in sexual deviancy? Is there something I'm missing? I like my personal freedom. I like my tax-contribution being allocated to efficacious government that benefits as many people in the State of Oregon, as possible. Those of us whom make poor decisions, and wind-up intoxicated from alcohol are my friends and neighbors, just as surely as you are sir. Being a grown a** man, I also know, definitively, that alcohol has an irrefutable effect upon the human body, which includes all manner of behavioral issues. Impaired judgment, being a central, germane, component of that knowledge. Heir Mannix, I also enjoy the freedom to imbibe in alcohol myself, even though I generally choose not to. But I have empathy for those that do, and as such view them as enjoying a personal freedom that I myself will occasionally indulge in. Furthermore, acceptance of others entering into the act of utilizing this freedom comes with the foreknowledge that I am now personally subject to elevated levels of risk to my person. As an adult, and voter, I am comfortable with that risk, because I benefit from allowing others their freedom; and thereby having my own freedom left intact. Boy, you live in a free society! You terrified little coward. How dare you first, consider another human being's freedom, and second, even so much as possess an opinion about said freedom! Who are you to consider other people's behavior? What kind of a spineless worm reacts to every potential threat to their person as some sort of direct, personal, threat? Mamma's good little boy, thats who. What an insufferable degenerate you are, Mannix. How dare you shame Oregon in front of the rest of the country with your anachronistic, archaic, world-view! How dare you! What a buffoon! What a thoughtless, insensitive, ignorant, little lap-dog. These law and order types, these little mamma's-boy cowards, quick now, time to renew the CCP! Mannix you imbecile - LET FREEDOM RING - you blind idiot."


Good gravy these idiots piss me off. Dude-bone got ran out of office, and didn't even miss a step. He's the Bill Siezmore of, "Fuck with folks", and it's time for his kind, his ilk, to just leave, already. Out. You have no place in a world full of free people, you little ninnies!


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What Can You Do With Your Hands?
10.01.2010


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It's funny sometimes. I have had occasion to work in the trades, over the years. When I approach people about work, I do so while self-identifying as a carpenter. Now, in the trades, a carpenter is a guy/gal who rarely touches a stick of wood, these days. I'm not surprised that they don't care that I'm a) actually a carpenter, and that b) as such, most framers, and general-contracting-types, can't stand in my shadow, where carpentry is concerned. Anyway, here are some images of a rather quick build. I cut a lot of corners on this guy because it was a gift for a dear friend. Rather than get into the details of the build here, I'll just link my flickr image set where there are thorough descriptions of what we're looking at here.

See, this is what you might characterize as an advanced skill. With advanced skills comes some time working with less advanced techniques, and for purposes of accommodating a learning curve. By producing definitive evidence that I possess this particular skill, see, in my mind this implicitly states that I've mastered more fundamental skills. I've not met with much success peddling that to the tradesman-Neanderthals. Apparently, lacking the physical presence to lug 7/8" flooring two-sheets-at-a-time up two flights of stairs means I'm not a carpenter. Apparently. I refuse to construct a wall by utilizing a technique commonly referred to as a, "California Corner", in industry parlance, therefore I don't know what I'm doing.

Pretty tough pill to swallow, I gotta tell ya, 'cause fact of the matter is, I'm a master carpenter by any measure. Dirt-bags. Sure, I'll suffer in abject poverty, and obscurity, while clean-cut line-backer types churn out sub-par work, and get paid righteously, no less. Sigh.

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