From My Political Page on Facebook...

How to change a democracy into a dictatorship in eight easy steps:

1: Debase the value of a human life. Start with just one. Teach your populace that they are not divine or divinely loved, but lonely and worthless. Slaughter innocents. Gloss it over by saying that those lives were not important. Repetition is vital; if you say anything enough times, it becomes truth.

2: Lower the educational standards for the general public. Teach children not to think for themselves, but to believe what they are told, unconditionally. Do not teach logic, or philosophy, or history. Teach them that learning is laborious. Make them hate school, and they become sheep. Vilify anyone who applies reason and justice to their world view.

3: Incite divisiveness. Infighting is the perfect tool for population control. If your people hate each other, they will be too busy trying to "win" to pay attention to what is going on outside their doors. The more they fight, the less you have to worry about a unified, logical stand against your oppression. Keep them distracted with contention, the media will soon follow. This is key. If you properly implement enough diversion, you can get away with anything. Anger is the enemy of clarity.

4: When changing the laws, or stripping away rights and freedoms, do it subtly and behind closed doors. Change policies one at a time, adjust the wording ever so slightly, so as not to draw attention to the systematic destruction of their civil liberties. Use lots of big words and double speak. If you have properly implemented steps two and three, your sheep will not be knowledgeable, educated, or focused enough to put the pieces together and see past your ruse.

5: Make them depend on your government for everything. Use enormous monopolies and massive, faceless conglomerates (which you control), to decimate small businesses and family owned resources. Not only will you profit greatly from this takeover, they will depend on you for everything from food and housing, to clothing and healthcare. Also, because they will be mostly unfamiliar with how to survive without TV's and prepackaged food stuffs, they cannot leave your system.

6: Widen the gap between the wealthy and the poverty stricken. You will control the rich through their fear of losing everything, and the poor through fear of disease and violent crimes.

7: Take away their arms. Leave them only with sticks and stones to defend themselves. This will be incredibly important when they finally look up from their infighting and poverty and realize what has happened.

8: Outlaw religion, censor art; create repetitive and generic music. Make sex, love, and nudity awkward, filthy taboos. Turn wife against husband; and foster apathy and spite in parents. This is the final step. Without these final beautiful things, there is no way for your population to learn from each other, for knowledge or wisdom to cross generational gaps. You will have actually made step one their reality. They will have no passion, no drive, and no memory of a better life. Instead, they will suckle at the tits of your dictatorship, sleeping and waking to the beat of your drum.

Good Luck! And remember to have fun with it.
Don’t forget: "A government should not be afraid of its people, people should be afraid of their government."

Nocturne

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I love kissing her frosty nipples with my soft lips. I love caressing them with my warm tongue. I love how they are pink like her lips... How they respond to my mouth.

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I haven't slept in weeks, but now, the room is dark and the sheets are cool. I feel safe in his arms, and as I fade into sleeping, I meditate on the way his stubble feels on my shoulder.

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She’s not even two yet, and her beauty is already crushing. Her golden curls, and the way she holds her teddy bear. I kiss her lightly on the forehead and shut the door.

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We each fall asleep in our armchairs. His head tilts forward and he begins to snore. It used to keep me up, but now I miss that raspy sawing. I really love that man.

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I always sleep naked. I hate it when my clothes bunch and tug while I sleep. The green glow from my alarm clock keeps me awake. I pull the covers over my head and pray for sleep.

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I climb in bed with my curlers in, ready to begin my deeply medicated slumber. Sixty-two years old and I still sleep with the light on. I can hear the young couple above me. I remember those days...
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Post Script
(Nocturne: 1. A painting of a night scene. 2. An instrumental composition of a pensive, dreamy mood, especially one for the piano.)
These snippets of prose each represent a portrait of the different tenants in an apartment building as they go to bed. In a myriad of different ways.

End

"Black Wine and Withered Prunes" or "A Rude Awakening"

She held a wine glass in her spidery hand, swirling the black liquid it contained nonchalantly. She was completely naked. However, it wasn't a pretty sight. She was all bones, with pale white skin stretched like a latex glove over her skeleton. Her breasts sagged unattractively.
Ted remembered being hit over the head at the gas station, and a foggy semiconscious ride in the back seat of an Oldsmobile. The smell of cracking leather upholstery.
He resurfaced to the bright beam of a flashlight in his eyes; but wasn't really awake enough to fight back as they half dragged him down the long corridor with the marble floors. As the fog over his mind slowly lifted, he became more aware of how strange this evening was turning out to be. A dull, throbbing pain was beginning to grow from the lump on the back of his head.
Everything was too bright.
When she spoke, her voice was like a creaking door, covered in cobwebs. Her lips were dry, and cracked with each syllable they formed. The sounds reached his ears like they were underwater, all muted and distorted. Her nipples rose to the occasion like tiny withered prunes.

Ted wished he were at home in bed, tucked warmly beneath his down comforter. He really had no idea what the fuck was going on... but for that matter, neither did the naked hag sipping mystery goo from a wine glass and looking smug.

To the great Crawling Chaos, they were leaves blowing in the wind. Termites in a hill of dung.

Ten in 13

Last year, my New Year's resolution was to not make any New Year's resolutions.

I achieved this goal.

This year, I am stepping up my game. In the interest of self-betterment, I have created a list of equally achievable tasks.

In no particular order,

And without further fanfare...

Ten Actually Achievable Goals for 2013 

1: Clean your bedroom. Twice.
2: Read three good books.
3: Stop saying “fuck” in front of Lily.
4: Weigh less at the end of the year.
5: Visit Brendan in Chicago.
6: See an awesome show.
7: Learn how to make a chicken curry.
8: Have a good cry.
9: Memorize one Shakespearean sonnet.
10: Go on a hike.

Why I Really Hate Interviewing: Epic Conclusion

I got the job.

Oh, Lord, I got the job!

Thank-you Jesus!

Amen

(Passes out, hits the floor. Curtains close, house lights come up. Everyone is cheering.)

Season's Greetings

Merry Christmas, dear reader, and happy New Year. :)

When the Red Phone Rings

I just thought this would be an awesome title for, well, something...
Definitely see those words in that order on this blog eventually.
In the mean time, watch: "Tucker & Dale Vs. Evil".
It's a really fun twist on a classic horror theme.
These sentences keep getting shorter.
I wonder what I'll say next?
This is very weird.
I should stop.
G'night.
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