Saturday, July 29, 2006

I'm ambitious.

A couple of new photo folders added. No explanations will be provided.

An early evening with Kari and Nate, outside of the practice space.

A small gathering at Justine's. To celebrate July, probably.

...that, or TB.

Though Luke chides me for self-diagnosis, I am convinced that an infected bacteria mucus army has laid siege inside my lungs. I suppose I'll find out for real on Monday, when I pay a visit to the guy with the prescription pad, huh?

Still on backorder for the M&P15T. I am in race against legislation. When you think about it, though, we all are.

Been bobbing my head to the pre-mixed, pre-mastered 5-track Jacobins demo that Naight told me not to rip. They'll be handing it off for cleanup, and I'll be proliferating it en masse as soon as the rough edges are trimmed...hold onto your damned cushions, but make sure to bother me about it later.

three pee-emm with Robotussin and me,
-Brenn

Monday, July 24, 2006

Kari = best possible significant other ever - gyro

Please allow me to open with a citation,

"The most thoroughly and relentlessly Damned, banned, excluded, condemned, forbidden, ostracized, ignored, suppressed, repressed, robbed, brutalized and defamed of all Damned Things is the individual human being. The social engineers, staticians, psychologists, sociologists, market researchers, landlords, bureaucrats, captains of industry, bankers, governors, commissars, kings and presidents are perpetually forcing this Damned Thing into carefully prepared blueprints and perpetually irritated that the Damned Thing will not fit into the slot assigned to it. The theologians call it a sinner and try to reform it. The governor calls it a criminal and tries to punish it. The psychotherapist calls it a neurotic and tries to cure it. Still, the Damned Thing will not fit into their slots." - Hagbard Celine, H.M., S.H.

I've expounded it many, and I reiterate: if any authority of power or control exists, no matter how small or well-intentioned, it will be commandeered by those with the most money and the greatest thirst for dominance, and an authoritarian system will bloom. Lies and incrementalism; the bullies going quid-pro-quo over you and I: the pawns with votes that get gobbled up into ES&S and Diebold machines, the two-headed Duopoloists giggling and cuddling their way to the thrones. Ah, heck...I am too busy hacking with the consumption to write anything interesting this evening. As long as I am being lame and posting passages from the Illuminatus! Trilogy, here's another:

Caligula Bushman, known as the toughest judge on the Chicago bench, was trying six people who were charged with attacking a draft board, destroying all its furniture, ruining its files and dumping a wheelbarrow full of cow manure on the floor. Suddenly Bushman interrupted the trial about halfway through the prosecution's presentation of its case with the announcement that he was going to hold a sanity hearing. To the bewilderment of all, he then asked State's Attorney Milo A. Flanagan a series of rather odd questions:

"What would you think of a man who not only kept an arsenal in his home, but was collecting at enormous financial sacrifice a second arsenal to protect the first one? What would you say if this man so frightened his neighbors that they in turn were collecting weapons to protect themselves from him? What if this man spent ten times as much money on his expensive weapons as he did on the education of his children? What if one of his children criticized his hobby and he called that child a traitor and a bum and disowned it? And he took another child who had obeyed him faithfully and armed that child and sent it out into the world to attack neighbors? What would you say about a man who introduces poisons into the water he drinks and the air he breathes? What if this man not only is feuding with the people on his block but involves himself in the quarrels of others in distant parts of the city and even in the suburbs? Such a man would clearly be a paranoid schizophrenic, Mr. Flanagan, with homicidal tendencies. This is the man who should be on trial, though under our modern, enlightened system of jurisprudence we would attempt to cure and rehabilitate him rather than merely punish.

"Speaking as a judge," he continued, "I dismiss this case on several grounds. The State is clinically insane as a corporate entity and is absolutely unfit to arrest, try and incarcerate those who disagree with its policies. But I doubt that this judgment, though obvious to any man of common sense, quite fits into the rules of our American jurisprudential game. I also rule, therefore, that the right to destroy government property is protected by the First Amendment to the U.S. Constitution and therefore the crime with which these people are charged is not a crime under the Constitution. Government property belongs to all of the people, and the right of any of the people to express displeasure with their government by destroying government property is precious and shall not be infringed." This doctrine had come to Judge Bushman suddenly while he was speaking without his robe. It startled him, but he had noticed that his mind was working better and faster this afternoon.

He went on, "The State does not exist as a person or thing exists, but is a legal fiction. A fiction is a form of communication. Anything said to be owned by a form of communication must also thereby be itself a form of communication. Government is a map and government paper is a map of the map. The medium, in this case, is definitely the message, as any semanticist would agree. Furthermore, any physical act directed against a communication is itself a communication, a map of the map of the map. Thus, destruction of government property is protected by the First Amendment. I will issue a more ample written opinion on this point, but I feel now that the defendants need suffer in durance no longer. Case dismissed."


Kallisti! Hail Eris! *hack hack, wheeze*

-Brenn

Saturday, July 22, 2006

the plague

I'd offer apologies for the delay in posting, but I've an excuse! Ailment! I've been terribly ill since Wednesday, but the cold sweats, delirium, and severe pain has begun to scale back today. I haven't had a drink since Tuesday, unless you count NyQuil.

I awaken to find Doug Stanhope's announcement--I had known he was putting in a presidential bid in 2008 previously, but he now intends to run as a Libertarian. If this country needs a president at all, it might as well be a libertine libertarian comedian. Your reason to vote in ought-eight, no doubt?

I'd comment on your website, Jeremy, but you're too busy posting FSP advertisements to APPROVE any comments before they show up on your website. One, two, three...four? Everybody I know in New Hampshire is unemployed, aren't they? ;)

Well, I need to meditate more sick out of my system before I can attempt to be seated for this evening's poker night, though I doubt I can stick out the entire usual marathon.

I'll be back on my feet sometime, if anytime,
-Brenn

Monday, July 17, 2006

Black ski masks, kevlar, and AR15's.

The NWO and the jack-boots have a new one for us! "Total Order Maintenance". Coming to a city near you. If I recommend anything this month, it is this short LRC article by Becky Akers:
The New York Sun reported, "Random bag checks were increased.... A daily counterterrorism maneuver called the Critical Response Vehicle 'surge',’ where 125 or so police officers in more than 76 squad cars flood areas of the city focused on the subway infrastructure....Officers at some subway stations performed a maneuver called '‘Total Order Maintenance', where officers enter every train car on a subway station simultaneously..."

next on the docket,

A pocketful of business, intolerable items in regards to downtown Minneapolis (I'm going to vent like a whiny bitch):

1. Briefcases on wheels. That laptop must be pretty heavy, buddy. Only acceptable at the airport.

2. Hen mobs congregating around the ashtrays, as if defending it from brigands or rapists. This also denies the transients referenced on Thursday their half-unsmoked cigarette butts.

3. If you're adventurous, and downtown early enough, you just may see the amazing Scuttleus Pepsiproductus scurrying to-and-from Ginelli's around seven a.m., clutching a 3,500,000 oz. refillable cup of Mountain Dew. I hope you get kidney stones.

I've been listening to way too much Shellac. Now, everybody hold your copy of "1000 Hurts" in the air.

I am paying a visit to the AQ tomorrow night--haven't been there since well before the smoking ban, unfortunately. Live jazz without smoking just may prove to be hazardous. Then I've LPMN Frisbeegolf to attend Saturday afternoon--I just may prove to be Heatstroke Brenn after all.

"This is a sad fucking song! We'll be lucky if I don't bust out cryin'!" -Albini

If you've nothing itemized for this coming Sunday night, may I suggest Maximum Verbosity's "Libertarian Rage" at the Bryant Lake Bowl? A few of us were in attendance at last night's performance, and it certainly was a good time. Watch out for the 'Zombieville' skit, and tell Phil I said 'hi'.

Don't trust a banker with fractions,
-Brenn

Thursday, July 13, 2006

a dramatic reenactment

"WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!"







"Mark fed my friends to transients!"

Monday, July 10, 2006

Turn on the catwalk.

I see that all one of you are wondering how Saturday morning's radio appearance went. We (Corey, Luke and I, Kari in attendance) found host, Mark Yost to be more libertarian than most conservative radio talkshow hosts, which resulted in little to no headbutting. As much as I wanted to summon a mighty rant when inquisitioned about the WARN TERR and law enforcement's role, I kowtowed to Corey to prevent myself from putting my AFDB on. On the remainder, though, all went superb.

Speaking on kowtow, Rex bowed out of poker this last weekend, and Clint, Luke, Kari and I had to fend for ourselves in the St Paul urbia. Shorter evening, and moderately calm. Saturday's aren't the same anymore. You won't get away next time, Mister Treasurer!

Tea Party favor; gave the nod to my local arms dealer to up and order my AR15, but it seems the wholesalers need to wait for further S&W shipments. Some of you understand how greasy with impatience I am, but I expect I'll weather it. M&P15T QUAD RAIL!

[Mind you, the more federal public officials get raided, the better.] Capitol Hill Raid Legal. Of course it was--the executive branch did it! I'd like to see the CIA try to raid the Oval Office. Here, in the country of saps who lapped up such marvels as the Spice Girls, Right Said Fred, and the Macarena: the presidency (whichever duopolist you so choose), Congress, the Supremes, and our esteemed media! Keep eating it, and I'll keep my AR15 clean.

five days in this clip,
-Brenn

Thursday, July 06, 2006

woah-oh, radio.

Hum. Invited to be on AM1280 again, with Corey Stern. "Patriot Insider" (questionable titles,) 10AM, this coming Saturday the 8th. Listen. Call in. Oh noes.

-Brenn

Tuesday, July 04, 2006

In the spirit of '76...

Happy 4th of July, whatever the hell that means. For most all, this FedGov mandated holiday is celebrated by either tinkering with State-regulated sparklers and color fountains in one's driveway, or attending your local municipality's display of pyrotech selected and operated by government-approved specialists (for you all to watch at a distance in awe), no doubt funded by your tax dollar.

The tradition and symbolization of firecrackers is lost on us all.

As an alternative, I suggest writing your own manifesto, stapling a copy of the Declaration of Independence to it, and handing it out to your neighbors, door-to-door. Don't forget to post it on the internets, while the NSA still lets us.

This last weekend, at the Libertarian Party National Convention in Portland, Oregon, the delegates cut away at [read: mitigated] the Party platform. I knew I should have gone; I am not a happy libertarian, today. I won't render my dissatisfaction into bitch-and-rant form until I see the results, though.

next stop, tea party,
-Brenn

Sunday, July 02, 2006

Not even tumbleweed.

It has been a fantastic, doublespanned weekend of meetings and sleep. Today, I am mustering up the gumption to write this junk-post, take a shower, and put on my outside-hat before Kari gets home from work so we make the venture to Blaine to feast with my sister Kim (in town from KC). Yea, so that's three hours. Think I can pull it off?

"Laws?! What fifth, sixth amendment? S'PORT THE WARN TERR!"

I know the Constitution. I'm a terrist.
-Brenn