Sigh, Nov 3rd = drunk until the 5th
I sent in my absentee ballot last week and they included a nice little sticker to indicate that I voted. The comedy:
I didn't vote for a single person on the ballot.
Sure, I applied a no to any field where the state allowed me to vote for new laws and didn't simply write these new rules themselves. But as for the so-called leaders, I disagree with all of them. I disagree at the core level of their beliefs: their philosophies of nature, their views of intellect, their concepts of ethics. California doesn't allow for write-in candidates, or at least, there was no field for me to write anything in, so I was stuck in a quandary. Do I even send in the ballot? After all, my choice was to say all the current political views being forced on me are absent decency and logic. They suffer from such things as other world super naturalism, egalitarianism, socialism, nominalistic views, and a host of other outright insane concepts based on the primacy of consciousness. All primary views I outright reject.
I felt like I was in a room with two screaming man-children. Their faces black and red and blue with blood and anger, where they threw their accusations at each other, blaming the ill will of the world on the other. Like most people I used to listen to the screaming, and picking sides, declare some viewpoint in opposition. But then one day I realized that there were other people in the room as well. Ten of thousands of others, whom were not busy blacking their voices with lies and vileness, but were instead viewing the universe as something real. I stepped back into that crowd and the tiny childlike idiots at each other throats disappeared. Their un-intelligible blathering lost among the song of commerce and trade and free people with free thought; with expression. The first great lie of the politician revealed: that my fellow man was actually pretty decent and didn't need constant adult supervision. Then, I realized I had feet and could move, freely from their voices and their ideas. Once moving, the idea of self re-surfaced as I was now responsible for my own motive power and could no longer simply sit in the company of non-movement. The further I went from the childmen, the more I realized that they were basically the same creature, both in the same dance, moving to the same music, with no intention of ever changing the beat. They probably can't even imagine that there is other music and other ways to see the world. There were so many other people, creating new music, and those two idiots, had no idea.
I sent in the ballot, almost completely empty. I realize that I'm probably the only person that would do this. I realize that no one understands, but would rather continue to argue. I realize that people whom read this will probably say something like, "you wasted your vote!"...but at least my consciousness is still whole and not sold. It's why I drink heavily around this time of year, because I realize that politics is philosophy in action. "What is the world?" a philosopher may ask, but when he's done figuring out what it is and how he knows it and how he should live with this knowledge, his views become laws. Bad reason=bad laws. These acts become things I have to live by, regardless of whether or not I subscribe to that underlying philosophy.
The two most basic views we are stuck with today are:
Both views require men to be subjugated. The neo-Platonist believe in "Good" and thus, require that those in opposition to good action be controlled, obviously by force. The Hobbes / Hume / Kant types believe that nothing can be known and thus, men will behave as they wish, often times in ugly ways toward each-other and need to be controlled, obviously by force.
There of course is another view that could lead out, but I'm sure it would be a waste of my time to write it here, at least not without a full glass of whiskey to get me started.
Unless some say no more and stop feeding these terrible lies, we will face totalitarianism from both sides of the so-called political aisle. Both may have their own reasons, but they both require the same outcome.
I won't be wearing the sticker.
I didn't vote for a single person on the ballot.
Sure, I applied a no to any field where the state allowed me to vote for new laws and didn't simply write these new rules themselves. But as for the so-called leaders, I disagree with all of them. I disagree at the core level of their beliefs: their philosophies of nature, their views of intellect, their concepts of ethics. California doesn't allow for write-in candidates, or at least, there was no field for me to write anything in, so I was stuck in a quandary. Do I even send in the ballot? After all, my choice was to say all the current political views being forced on me are absent decency and logic. They suffer from such things as other world super naturalism, egalitarianism, socialism, nominalistic views, and a host of other outright insane concepts based on the primacy of consciousness. All primary views I outright reject.
I felt like I was in a room with two screaming man-children. Their faces black and red and blue with blood and anger, where they threw their accusations at each other, blaming the ill will of the world on the other. Like most people I used to listen to the screaming, and picking sides, declare some viewpoint in opposition. But then one day I realized that there were other people in the room as well. Ten of thousands of others, whom were not busy blacking their voices with lies and vileness, but were instead viewing the universe as something real. I stepped back into that crowd and the tiny childlike idiots at each other throats disappeared. Their un-intelligible blathering lost among the song of commerce and trade and free people with free thought; with expression. The first great lie of the politician revealed: that my fellow man was actually pretty decent and didn't need constant adult supervision. Then, I realized I had feet and could move, freely from their voices and their ideas. Once moving, the idea of self re-surfaced as I was now responsible for my own motive power and could no longer simply sit in the company of non-movement. The further I went from the childmen, the more I realized that they were basically the same creature, both in the same dance, moving to the same music, with no intention of ever changing the beat. They probably can't even imagine that there is other music and other ways to see the world. There were so many other people, creating new music, and those two idiots, had no idea.
I sent in the ballot, almost completely empty. I realize that I'm probably the only person that would do this. I realize that no one understands, but would rather continue to argue. I realize that people whom read this will probably say something like, "you wasted your vote!"...but at least my consciousness is still whole and not sold. It's why I drink heavily around this time of year, because I realize that politics is philosophy in action. "What is the world?" a philosopher may ask, but when he's done figuring out what it is and how he knows it and how he should live with this knowledge, his views become laws. Bad reason=bad laws. These acts become things I have to live by, regardless of whether or not I subscribe to that underlying philosophy.
The two most basic views we are stuck with today are:
- Neo-platonic views, where knowledge is somehow beyond our little minds and only some other entity can know everything for us and through some kind of matrix or miracle, it is offered to us.
- Kantian views, where nothing is real, knowable or true.
Both views require men to be subjugated. The neo-Platonist believe in "Good" and thus, require that those in opposition to good action be controlled, obviously by force. The Hobbes / Hume / Kant types believe that nothing can be known and thus, men will behave as they wish, often times in ugly ways toward each-other and need to be controlled, obviously by force.
There of course is another view that could lead out, but I'm sure it would be a waste of my time to write it here, at least not without a full glass of whiskey to get me started.
Unless some say no more and stop feeding these terrible lies, we will face totalitarianism from both sides of the so-called political aisle. Both may have their own reasons, but they both require the same outcome.
I won't be wearing the sticker.
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