Posts tagged ‘species’

Earth day…

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Happy STFU day, Facebook!

Okay, maybe that was harsh, but completely justified. Let me elaborate on that.

First, for each and every dump the calendar has to offer, you come to me about it. Soooo STFU.

Secondly, fuck the earth!
The earth, as a planet, as an ecosystem, is doing perfectly fine. It has done so for aeons, and will for aeons more until the sun expands.
We, us humans, might face some difficulties though. The ecosystem is changing, partly (most of it actually) due to our own activities in it. That change is happening more and more rapidly.
That change threatens OUR survival.

Let’s face it people, let’s face it Facebook.
It’s NOT earth we are worried about, it’s us. Fuck those birds, bees, whales and crabs. We are in danger, we will become endangered.
So let’s collectively drop the pretentious bullshit here, and stop calling it “Earth Day”, because if it were possible (and easy enough) to just pack our shit and move to Mars – we’d do it.
Let’s call it what it really is “Comfortzone, and Human-species preservance day”.

Now, bugger off, and remember, that there is only change, whether it is perceived as positive or negative, doesn’t matter, there is no adjective to change, just change itself,  and things are changing.

Take care,
A.

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What the actual leap?

Are you people kidding me?

2016 has been a leap year. Big deal, every four years we have one. That is common knowledge.

Yet I can’t wrap my head around the fact that everywhere, literally EVERYWHERE, people and organisations took it upon themselves to celebrate the 29th (of February) like it was the second coming of christ! Even Ikea, IKEA, posted a picture of a table with a fifth leg in the center with the caption “If the leap year was a table”.

What happened?
Did we collectively drop a few IQ points since 2012 and slip into the category of people with special needs? (Which is just a PC way of me asking whether we all got retarded as a society)

There are two kinds of people who can be legally oblivious to leap years and the concept behind them. One are people living in another calendar system. The other group is kids, who can and will ask their parents and/or teachers.

If anyone of age old enough to vote, join the army, drive or purchase tobacco/alcohol has NO concept of why we have leap years – I want them to be given a legal guardian and their rights for all the aforementioned things revoked.
Why?
Because these people clearly have no capability of abstract thought, and thus, if they can’t get behind such a simple and selfexplanatory concept such as leap years, they pose a severe threat to our soceity if they’re let lose on voting booths, armed, drunk and behind the wheel.

So it is baffling to me that we were treated to articles and videos á mass with titles like “Neil deGrasse Tyson explains leap years here” “Michio Kaku explains why we have leap years” “This is why we have leap years” “Why do we have leap years” “This is the reason why…” and so on.
Then we have all the celebratory shit. A local radiostation treating it like they did us a service for even showing up to work that day. Facebook congratulated me saying that every four years we get an extra day and I should make the most of it!
Listen here you fuckheads, I try to make the most of EVERY day. Just because there is an extra day in the calendar (which is a human concept and has no connection to the reality of “days” or even “years”)  I won’t just drop my efforts and be depressed for a day. Nor do I need special encouragement.

There wasn’t that much fuzz about this shit in 2012, and that leaves but one conclusion. In exactly four years, our society, if not the entire species, got dumber.

This is terrifying, and disturbing. In 2020 we will probably be dancing to a 29th February hymn, and clap the leap year.
Let’s hope the terrorists win….

As always, take care, and if you prefer the terrorists on the losing end like me, educate people. Especially your kids. If you don’t have the answers, stop homeschooling them and send them to REAL teachers.
A.

The crux of GMOs

Originally I was always against GMOs. As some of you might recall (or will read while browsing my archive).

Simply because we have more than enough food to go around, it just doesn’t really “go around”.
The rich industrial countries hog all the resources, throw much of the abundance away, while the poorer and less fortunate countries hunger.

But.

Yes, there’s a ‘but’ involved.
We can feed the hungry by planting GMOs right outside their doors. Plants modified to withstand droughts, or brack water.
We could grow meat from stemcells in the lab, thus ending the despicable conditions that many food animals have to endure. (Also ending those animals BTW). Perhaps some vegetarians who avoid meat for the conditions the animals live in will return to it.

There are sources crying out for outlawing all GMOs, and for more organic foods.
But there is a little problem my lovelies: Almost everything we humans eat is, to some extent, altered. (Also, not realising that EVERYTHING is organic, if it weren’t, it’d ooze in from another universe or dimension.)

No food-crop that we plant today is occuring in nature. We interfered with their evolution, crossed them (like through grafting) with others, bred only the most meat and milk producing cows and pigs, the chickens laying the bigger/more eggs, etc.
These plants and animals did not evolve like that on their own.
We altered them.
Even your most basic organic stuff is a GMO, if you break it down to it’s origins. We made it that way, just because we did it without a lab, does not matter. It is MODIFIED.

Adressing the issues with GMOs concerning the safety – I can not. I’m not a scientist, and I don’t pretend to know it all. Unlike other groups and people.
It is, however, funny, and it gives me reason to pause and doubt many claims of the anti-GMO-movement, when seeing that their sources for, or melting pots of, information, are also the same places the Chemtrail people and anti-vaxxers (proDeath people) go for information.

While I am opening up for GMOs, I also think we need to be cautious. Too often we rushed crap into production and flooded the market with it, only later realising there were either adverse effects, or better solutions.

The GMOs everyone is filling their panties with poop over, they need to be tested.
Human tested.
Gather a group of volunteers and supply them with this stuff, which was grown in a hermetically sealed greenhouse.
Letting the GMOs grow in open nature can be devastating, due to the same facts that brining foreign species into an ecosystem is dangerous. Native species, both benign and malign, might get wiped or at least endangered. Ask Austrialia how that went for the indigenous species in the past.

How long should they be tested? A year in the minimum, ten years if you want to make sure that the poisonous plants designed to kill pests, so we won’t need pesticides, won’t kille us too. Or turn people into poisonoues timebombs. “Venomous ejaculations” sounds like a B-Movie from the seventies.
But we don’t need to go to the act of making sex, a nice long kiss, and you (almost) kill your partner – no one want’s to be Rogue (X-Men). Trust me. No one.
Diatary changes don’t show up immediately. I ate a lot of Tobasco in my youth. A friggin lot.
It went well for some time – a few years at least – but after some time I got footed the bill. If I eat too spicy food now, an hour later I need to rush to the restroom in agony. And that’s where the fire is truly lit. (If you catch my drift)

GMOs hold great potential for the future of mankind. They should not be dismissed easily, but not rushed out foolishly either. Sadly often enough things these days (including GMOs) are rushed for the quick buck.
The next time one of your root nibbling friends, or some hayheaded politian wants them banned, remind them, EVERYTHING we eat is Genetically Modified (the “GM” part of “GMO”), because humans interfered with it’s evolution through (cross-) breeding.
Next time someone want GMOs released on the fields, remind them of Australia, it’s a prime example, but there are actually many more.

Until then, scientists, keep working. The future needs you, and the rest of us will continue to battle stupid, and remain hopeful for the future.
I want the future to arrive, at least in my lifetime. To paraphrase from Assassins Creed “Embers”: I know I don’T have enough time to see everything, but the way things are going, I’m afraid I don’t have enough time to see anything.

Take care,
A.

Stagnation

My wife alerted me to a local spiritual nitwit. I knew of him before – he is a somewhat known character – but he also holds seminars concerning love. He calls himself the “lovecoach”.

Now, bringing love into the world is not a bad thing per se, but the things he advertises to teach are actually a catastrophe in themselves. He promises to teach how to commune with the “Upstairs” – a synonym for the shared higher consciousness of the human kind – and that with these teaching one would get rid of doubt and fear all together. Only confidence and love remaining.

Now. There is where my problem with him start.

I have been around long enough to know that, while love is a prescious and important thing, fear and doubt are the driving forces behind every individual. With out fear we stop. Either we get prayed upon, or we simply stop developing further. Be it technological or spiritual. We simply stop moving forward.
Without doubt we stop being inquistive. We stop asking questions, investigating and we stop learning.

Without fear and without doubt we end in the limbo of stagnation. A crippled mind and soul, berreft of the most important tools to drive on.

IF we as a species would be cursed to exist without fear and doubt we would’Ve been eaten by lions in africa all these millenia ago, or wouldn’t have made it past a fruit and root gathering monkey stage. Hunting would require doubt, doubt that it can be done to kill a mammoth with spears until a few tried, failed, fashioned new weapons, tried again, until they eventually succeeded.
Fire would require doubt (is it safe? Can we better our food?) and fear (I fear cold!). Stay in the savannah, gather roots, fruit and run from the lions.

It’s self procalimed prophets of love and peace like the “Lovecoach” that make desasters happen.

The guide to love is a complicated one, and I certainbly don’t have all the answers, I found love. I’ve never really known my peace, and at times I think I could find it. In that split second at the hight of an orgasm. Or when everything is runing smooth for a while, and I sit in the sun, reading a book, or writing, my belly filled and my needs satisfied, no noise to annoy the living crap out of me, just the blue sky above and a deep connection with the universe from the very base of my heart. Or once my baby boy is born, in a simple smile.
Peace is not far.
Yet elusive.

Just be yourself – that overlapping part of “Who you want to be”, “Who you truly are” and “Who you have to be” – and nest yourself in the world. Don’t run around trying to please everyone, you’ll fail.
Be calm for fuck’s sake! The more agitated you are the more you will be unhappy.

But most important, be afraid. Let doubt fill you to the point where you have to find out. Don’t stop growing, expanding, moving. If you stop, you rot. Mentally.

And avoid the lovecoach! For crying out loud, avoid all these prophets! Whether they say “doom” or “love” – avoid them. There is only one light to guide you, you! No god that has been described by desert people thousands of years ago. Not another person, nor an incarnation of a holy man, not anything others tell you. And most certainly not  a middle aged (~50), overweight, balding man with a wife of 24 (!).

“There is a difference between knowing the path, and going the path.”

A.