Cure for the World Crisis Case: report .1
Main (only) motto: Every wheel moves forward.
Diagnosis (short): multiple currencies, multiple non-regulated assets, non-organized human value world wide.
Solution: unique global currency (lets just call it Jobs). Starting value of the new global currency: 1 Job = 1 Million Euro. Salary wages are updated according to the new currency: 1 Euro -> 1 Job (for instance a salary of 1000 Euro now, would be updated to 1000 Job after). Current global debt is nullified - default is a consequence that banks will have to pay from their insignificant role in world's economy.
Expected Results: Job is issued and regulated by the World Bank, and all the other currencies are gradually replaced. Astronomic nominal inflation may exist while some countries refuse to enter the 'World Pact', but in people's lifes the World Bank's policies will be of gradual and slow real deflation.
Saturday, October 08, 2011
Friday, September 30, 2011
Objectivo Subjectivo do Sujeito Objecto (parte 2)
Humpty Dumpty was on the wall
estava no muro
Humpty Dumpty fall
caíu,
pum, pá.
Quando quebrou em cacos no chão, abriu fixamente os olhos e disse:
HD: Mas Alice, o objectivo subjectivo do sujeito objecto é o de ter uma vida simples e longe de complicações. Infelizmente todos nascemos com isso e quando nos quebramos andamos o resto da vida a tentar apanhar os cacos.
Alice retorquiu imediatamente!
Alice: Isso é tudo muito complexo! Não devias sequer ter saltado!
(afinal Humpty Dumpty estava neste momento a contar o seu maior medo: cair do muro)
HD: e quem te disse que não acabei mesmo por saltar no momento em que te contei?, ainda que psicologicamente? Afinal não é aí que advém toda a complexidade?
estava no muro
Humpty Dumpty fall
caíu,
pum, pá.
Quando quebrou em cacos no chão, abriu fixamente os olhos e disse:
HD: Mas Alice, o objectivo subjectivo do sujeito objecto é o de ter uma vida simples e longe de complicações. Infelizmente todos nascemos com isso e quando nos quebramos andamos o resto da vida a tentar apanhar os cacos.
Alice retorquiu imediatamente!
Alice: Isso é tudo muito complexo! Não devias sequer ter saltado!
(afinal Humpty Dumpty estava neste momento a contar o seu maior medo: cair do muro)
HD: e quem te disse que não acabei mesmo por saltar no momento em que te contei?, ainda que psicologicamente? Afinal não é aí que advém toda a complexidade?
Friday, August 26, 2011
Objectivo Subjectivo do Sujeito Objecto
Alice observava Caterpilar que parecia algo desastrada na sua arte de seduzir...
Caterpilar: Bom, O objectivo primário é o de brincar contigo; o secundário é o de saber interpretar e avaliar os teus sinais; o superior é a aprender a amar-Te como amo toda a gente em geral mas ninguém em particular.
O objectivo final é saber acreditar pura e simplesmente, que o objectivo subjectivo do sujeito objecto, encerra-se em si mesmo como todos sendo um, e um sendo todos.
Alice sentia-se presa nos seus próprios músculos, como se cada movimento do seu pensamento pudesse alterar tudo o que acontecia à sua volta excepto os do seu próprio corpo.
Caterpilar: Tu és o quociente entre as tuas decisões passadas e as tuas ambições futuras. e como a tua decisão futura irá alterar este quociente no teu futuro
(quais serão as tuas próximas decisões passadas? quais serão as tuas próximas ambições?) ponderas alterar as tuas próprias futuras decisões no futuro. A liberdade de cada um, não é mais que a soma da liberdade dos outros, mas sim ninguém é livre, ninguém se pode ver completamente livre da Experiência.
A aparente diferença na prática de nós objectos, é a forma como cada um de nós equilibra esse quociente, que encerra em si mesmo a identidade do único sujeito da equação.
E Caterpilar deixou de ser Alice...
Caterpilar: Bom, O objectivo primário é o de brincar contigo; o secundário é o de saber interpretar e avaliar os teus sinais; o superior é a aprender a amar-Te como amo toda a gente em geral mas ninguém em particular.
O objectivo final é saber acreditar pura e simplesmente, que o objectivo subjectivo do sujeito objecto, encerra-se em si mesmo como todos sendo um, e um sendo todos.
Alice sentia-se presa nos seus próprios músculos, como se cada movimento do seu pensamento pudesse alterar tudo o que acontecia à sua volta excepto os do seu próprio corpo.
Caterpilar: Tu és o quociente entre as tuas decisões passadas e as tuas ambições futuras. e como a tua decisão futura irá alterar este quociente no teu futuro
(quais serão as tuas próximas decisões passadas? quais serão as tuas próximas ambições?) ponderas alterar as tuas próprias futuras decisões no futuro. A liberdade de cada um, não é mais que a soma da liberdade dos outros, mas sim ninguém é livre, ninguém se pode ver completamente livre da Experiência.
A aparente diferença na prática de nós objectos, é a forma como cada um de nós equilibra esse quociente, que encerra em si mesmo a identidade do único sujeito da equação.
E Caterpilar deixou de ser Alice...
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Of angels and demons (contradictions in the sky)
Anger - They see the future! Is it a premonition or they actually make those things happen?
Whisperer - It is written that the future is not written.
Anger - Are they guilty just because they have seen something that did not happen yet?
Whisperer - There is no guiltyness, only a delta distance to heaven.
Anger - They are pawns in a lonely chess game!
Whisperer - The game is only a pawn. There is no time, only space.
Relief - If they do command their own future by just whishing it, they must see that they are not being commanded but believe that they do.
Anger - (Screamming) let me out! let me out! what is this? an eco?
Whisperer - eco... eco...
Whisperer - It is written that the future is not written.
Anger - Are they guilty just because they have seen something that did not happen yet?
Whisperer - There is no guiltyness, only a delta distance to heaven.
Anger - They are pawns in a lonely chess game!
Whisperer - The game is only a pawn. There is no time, only space.
Relief - If they do command their own future by just whishing it, they must see that they are not being commanded but believe that they do.
Anger - (Screamming) let me out! let me out! what is this? an eco?
Whisperer - eco... eco...
Friday, July 08, 2011
Zed
All facts are by definition contradictions.
Scoped contradictions attached with belief points,
Describe the past, the current state and
some other contradictions describing the end of the process.
Zed--
Ps: Who's Zed? Zed's dead baby, Zed's dead.
Scoped contradictions attached with belief points,
Describe the past, the current state and
some other contradictions describing the end of the process.
Zed--
Ps: Who's Zed? Zed's dead baby, Zed's dead.
Friday, March 25, 2011
Last xtmas I...
Present from the Storm:
- Gigantic tree-shaped heavy-water tanks to be placed in a large grid to attract clouds (drive the rivers) and thunders to condense them for further reuse.
Present from the House-Tree:
- A magnificent wifi/intra-web-enabled video/sound system with built-in chat clients and server with pools to select the next sound (employing democratic/corruption-based heuristics).
Present from the Road-Angels:
- A smile drawn-up :) in the back of every car.
It was a good year :)
Thank you!
Gratze&Prego
- Gigantic tree-shaped heavy-water tanks to be placed in a large grid to attract clouds (drive the rivers) and thunders to condense them for further reuse.
Present from the House-Tree:
- A magnificent wifi/intra-web-enabled video/sound system with built-in chat clients and server with pools to select the next sound (employing democratic/corruption-based heuristics).
Present from the Road-Angels:
- A smile drawn-up :) in the back of every car.
It was a good year :)
Thank you!
Gratze&Prego
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
???
Pergunta, para admirares a beleza das coisas.
Pergunta, para imaginar, construir e criar beleza com as respostas.
Pergunta, porque sem perguntas és cego como a injustiça do mundo.
Pergunta, não importa o tamanho da resposta,
Importa que saibas por onde começar.
Não queiras saber de coisas más,
Apenas garante,
Que elas não têm beleza para contemplar.
Pergunta, para imaginar, construir e criar beleza com as respostas.
Pergunta, porque sem perguntas és cego como a injustiça do mundo.
Pergunta, não importa o tamanho da resposta,
Importa que saibas por onde começar.
Não queiras saber de coisas más,
Apenas garante,
Que elas não têm beleza para contemplar.
Monday, November 08, 2010
Possibly Maybe Statement
If science is the art of observation
and art is a protest against nothingness
Then probably I should observe something unique.
A name, a prime number.
Uniqueness is hard to find
but it is easy to find it
under a unique caracterization.
That's why. That's when.
Then from my trace I will infer my qualities.
Probably, only in the end you will see why.
A relation, a causal relationship.
Quality is hard to find
but it is easy to find it
under an empirical evaluation.
If observation is a kind of science,
and art just its practice,
Then probably i will test it just like
everything else.
and art is a protest against nothingness
Then probably I should observe something unique.
A name, a prime number.
Uniqueness is hard to find
but it is easy to find it
under a unique caracterization.
That's why. That's when.
Then from my trace I will infer my qualities.
Probably, only in the end you will see why.
A relation, a causal relationship.
Quality is hard to find
but it is easy to find it
under an empirical evaluation.
If observation is a kind of science,
and art just its practice,
Then probably i will test it just like
everything else.
Friday, October 29, 2010
Invariantes temporais.
É.
Dramático o drama que fazemos das nossas vidas.
Cómico quando queremos rir,
Triste quando queremos chorar,
Abraços quando queremos proteger,
Esperança quando queremos alcançar.
Quando se tenta ser normal... normalmente é-se Anormal
Quando se tenta ser feliz... felizmente é-se Infeliz
Quando se tenta tentar... não se tenta, nem zero nem oitenta
Quando se acredita sempre se contenta e sempre se agradece
Foi.
Saudável enquanto durou,
Eu enquanto fui, nenhum outro nem mais ninguém.
Fui quando admiti ser o que sentia
Quando me alimentei desse estar
Da necessidade de paixão, fazer história, ou dar uma mera existência.
Será.
O destino chegará,
Não importa os caminhos,
Não importa os motivos, ou a técnica.
Importa o dar e o acreditar,
Importa o aceitar e compreender,
Porque a razão é apenas um traço de fracção,
Entre o dar e o receber.
do Ó.
Dramático o drama que fazemos das nossas vidas.
Cómico quando queremos rir,
Triste quando queremos chorar,
Abraços quando queremos proteger,
Esperança quando queremos alcançar.
Quando se tenta ser normal... normalmente é-se Anormal
Quando se tenta ser feliz... felizmente é-se Infeliz
Quando se tenta tentar... não se tenta, nem zero nem oitenta
Quando se acredita sempre se contenta e sempre se agradece
Foi.
Saudável enquanto durou,
Eu enquanto fui, nenhum outro nem mais ninguém.
Fui quando admiti ser o que sentia
Quando me alimentei desse estar
Da necessidade de paixão, fazer história, ou dar uma mera existência.
Será.
O destino chegará,
Não importa os caminhos,
Não importa os motivos, ou a técnica.
Importa o dar e o acreditar,
Importa o aceitar e compreender,
Porque a razão é apenas um traço de fracção,
Entre o dar e o receber.
do Ó.
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Recalibração
Teorema do Individualismo (ou como o racional provou que no fundo o irracional não existe)
As pessoas, qualquer que seja a pessoa no universo pertencente a um grupo de entidades ditas de "inteligentes":
1) se me reconheceu algures
2) se eu existo de alguma forma, nem que seja uma mínima sombra minha no fundo da sua mente
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então odeia-me automaticamente por:
a) estar a ocupar o seu espaço (pois! também quero existir!!)
b) o seu tempo (porque é que também tenho de me preocupar com este?)
c) o seu ego (damn! já não sou o record do guiness a descascar batatas...)
Lema: O resto são mordidas no ego, entediantes e totalmente desprovidas de significado.
As pessoas, qualquer que seja a pessoa no universo pertencente a um grupo de entidades ditas de "inteligentes":
1) se me reconheceu algures
2) se eu existo de alguma forma, nem que seja uma mínima sombra minha no fundo da sua mente
--------------------------------------------------
então odeia-me automaticamente por:
a) estar a ocupar o seu espaço (pois! também quero existir!!)
b) o seu tempo (porque é que também tenho de me preocupar com este?)
c) o seu ego (damn! já não sou o record do guiness a descascar batatas...)
Lema: O resto são mordidas no ego, entediantes e totalmente desprovidas de significado.
Wednesday, July 07, 2010
Dia e Noite
A merda do desgosto
que me faz escrever
sem desgosto ou desilusão.
As palavras que agora despejo
tal como invado a
selva de complicações,
nenhuma delas tem sentido ou
propósito que não seja
apenas passar o tempo
dar uma qualquer impressão.
Lá fora a noite cintila
na escuridão...
fervilha no calor dos corpos,
sujos, suados, nojentos,
sem nada para me oferecer
sem ter nada que me agrade.
Cá dentro o dia mantém
a minha sanidade
na minha promessa de
servidão incondicional
que apenas me oferece
consistência com a minha curta
mas fiel bondade.
do Ó
que me faz escrever
sem desgosto ou desilusão.
As palavras que agora despejo
tal como invado a
selva de complicações,
nenhuma delas tem sentido ou
propósito que não seja
apenas passar o tempo
dar uma qualquer impressão.
Lá fora a noite cintila
na escuridão...
fervilha no calor dos corpos,
sujos, suados, nojentos,
sem nada para me oferecer
sem ter nada que me agrade.
Cá dentro o dia mantém
a minha sanidade
na minha promessa de
servidão incondicional
que apenas me oferece
consistência com a minha curta
mas fiel bondade.
do Ó
Monday, April 05, 2010
BOA SORTE TUDO DE BOM... "Vai Tudo Abaixo" no seu auge
A todos os velhinhos do nosso país essa gente que é muitas vezes um fardo para as próprias famílias que os abandonam nas urgências dos hospitais, que os abandonam em lares que mais parecem pardieiros, que os abandonam muitas vezes na rua entregues às suas doenças crónicas, e entregues à sua senilidade, e que estão condenados a viver o resto da sua vida realmente em sofrimento e dor sem que ninguém os acompanhe, eu quero desejar a essa gente BOA SORTE! TUDO DE BOM!
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Nobel da Paz
O nobel da Paz deixou de ter qualquer significado (são - de saudável) a partir de 2007... no momento em que preferiram o slideshow do Al Gore em deterimento dos feitos heróicos de Irena Sendlerowa née Krzyżanowska durante a 2a Guerra. Deixa cá ver o IgNobel...
Sunday, February 07, 2010
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Probabilidades no infinito
sabendo que o universo é infinito, qual é a probabilidade de algures no universo encontrar um outro sistema solar, com um planeta, em que nesse planeta existe uma civilização igual ao homo sapiens sapiens, num estado de evolução tal que já fizeram a estátua da liberdade, e a torre eiffel feita por um senhor chamado eiffel, em que há 2009 rotações atrás (desse planeta sobre o seu sol) é eleito um presidente de raça negra (a raça que antes fora escravizada) no país mais poderoso do mundo?
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Volume 3.5 - Um texto ridículo
Volume 3.5 - Um texto ridículo e ...
...desesperado
...como gotas de esperma caindo
do esgoto do telemóvel
chegavam os toques cúmplices
da minha traição
um enorme insecto disforme (mosca)
e ímpio lavava as patas dianteiras
e o seu dorso olhava para mim
tal como uma camera indiscreta:
eramos todos no alto de uma árvore
num sistema de caminhos por entre
as árvores, tal como existiu um dia
a ordem da qual todos nós descendemos...
The arboreal-shaped MATRIX tree
written in the human brain's
neuronal weight structure,
(a vegetable trace)
connects me with everyone in a
non-linear contact distribution.
I see their human conical
inter-influence degrees (degradé)
as they riple with each other,
right out of their hole sources.
Ó. Brim.
...desesperado
...como gotas de esperma caindo
do esgoto do telemóvel
chegavam os toques cúmplices
da minha traição
um enorme insecto disforme (mosca)
e ímpio lavava as patas dianteiras
e o seu dorso olhava para mim
tal como uma camera indiscreta:
eramos todos no alto de uma árvore
num sistema de caminhos por entre
as árvores, tal como existiu um dia
a ordem da qual todos nós descendemos...
The arboreal-shaped MATRIX tree
written in the human brain's
neuronal weight structure,
(a vegetable trace)
connects me with everyone in a
non-linear contact distribution.
I see their human conical
inter-influence degrees (degradé)
as they riple with each other,
right out of their hole sources.
Ó. Brim.
Friday, December 04, 2009
Meanwhile... the end of the world already happened... from Godspeed you black emperor
It was Coney Island, they called Coney Island the playground of the world.
There was no place like it, in the whole world, like Coney Island when I was a youngster.
No place in the world like it, and it was so fabulous.
Now it's shrunk down to almost nothing...you see.
And, uh, I still remember in my mind how things used to be, and...uh, you know, I feel very bad.
But people from all over the world came here... from all over the world...it was the playground they called it the playground of the world...over here.
Anyways, you see, I...uh...you know... I even got, when I was very small, I even got lost at Coney Island, but they found me...on the...on the beach.
And we used to sleep on the beach here, sleep overnight..they don't do that anymore.
Things changed...you see.
They don't sleep anymore on the beach.
Friday, November 20, 2009
continuously embrace the end of the world... from Godspeed you black emperor
Interviewer: Do you think the end of the world is coming?
BBF: The preacher man says it’s the end of time...he says that America’s rivers are going dry. The interest is up, the stock market’s down. You guys have to be careful walking around here this late at night...this...this is the perfect place to get jumped.
Interviewer: But do you think the end of the world is coming?
BBF: No. So says the preacher man but...I don’t go by what he says.
BBF: The preacher man says it’s the end of time...he says that America’s rivers are going dry. The interest is up, the stock market’s down. You guys have to be careful walking around here this late at night...this...this is the perfect place to get jumped.
Interviewer: But do you think the end of the world is coming?
BBF: No. So says the preacher man but...I don’t go by what he says.
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Interview with Blaise Bailey Finnegan III... from Godspeed you black emperor
Interviewer: Well... Where are you coming from?
Blaise Bailey Finnegan III: (pause) Well... I don't like the way the country's ran, don't you know, and, erm... that's pretty much what i was expressing in my poem. The government... the American government - they're sneaky, they're very deceitful, they're liars, they're cheats, they're rip-offs. I mean, the American government is one systematic government that...that nobody can trust. I don't trust them myself.
Interviewer: And how long have you been writing for?
Blaise Bailey Finnegan III: Huh?
Interviewer: How long have you been writing for?
Blaise Bailey Finnegan III: Since I was four.
Interviewer: Do you do this sort of thing a lot, like, open-mic kinda questions?
Blaise Bailey Finnegan III: Oh, I love open-mics, I love coming here to do open-mics, absolutely.
Interviewer: What kind of reactions do you usually get?
Blaise Bailey Finnegan III: Usually, people are... are pretty much in agreement with what I'm saying.
Interviewer: We overheard you before talking about... you went to court today for a speeding ticket?
Blaise Bailey Finnegan III: That's accurate.
Interviewer: right. Do you wanna tell us that story?
Blaise Bailey Finnegan III: Yes, absolutely, I wouldn't mind telling you the story. Erm... I went to court today for a speeding ticket, and I told the judge, erm... "Let me tell you something, and you listen and you listen good, I'm only gonna say this one time and one time only, I don't repeat myself for nobody," I said. I says... "I'm here to pay a speeding ticket, not to listen to your lectures and hear you run your mouth for an hour." I says "I'm here to pay off my speeding ticket ...and I'm here to get my fines out of the way and get the fuck to work." The judge says "You can't talk like that in my courtroom, you're in contempt of court." then I said... I told the judge, "If that's the best you can do, I feel sorry for you." I said "Why don't you just shut your fucking mouth for once and listen." I said "I'm not gonna take any shit." I said "I'm gonna pay my speeding ticket like I said." I walked up to the god damn judge and I hand him my 25 dollars and I says "Here's my money, now I am leaving."
And I left it at that.
(At this point the interview fades whilst the music grows in intensity)
Then, before I left, I turned around and told the judge "I'm here to state who I am and be honest with you." I said "If they thought I was dangerous on the road like you're trying to accuse me of, wouldn't they have taken my license when I first got it? Yes they would." And the judge says "Yeah, you have a point," He goes "You don't need to get loud," I said "Don't get loud?" I says "I've got every right to get loud." I says "You can't do a god damn thing about it, because I'm expressing myself in your court, and there is nothing you can do about it. You think you're god because you have a robe and you can put people up the goddamn river for 20 years? Well you're not."
And I left it at that.
Interviewer: Did you walk away?
Blaise Bailey Finnegan III: Yes I did... I don't like the judicial system, I don't like the government system, I don't like the police, I don't like anything to do with this country's government. I just don't like it, because... they're sneaky, like I said - they're deceitful, they're lying, they're cheats, they rip people off. That's the American government for you. America is a third world country, and people don't recognise it... and I think that that's pretty god damn sad, that they don't recognise their own country as a third world, third rate, third class slum.
Interviewer: Well... Do you have any weapons?
Blaise Bailey Finnegan III: Yes, I do. I own a high-powered assault rifle, I own a 12-gauge double barrel shotgun, I own a regular shotgun, I own a regular hunting rifle, I own a 9mm, a 357, a 45 handgun, a 38 special, and, erm... I own an m-16 fully automatic ground assault rifle...
Interviewer: Do you think things are gonna get better before they get worse?
Blaise Bailey Finnegan III: No way. Things are just gonna get worse and keep on getting worse. Like I said, America's a third world country as it is and... and we're just basically in a hopeless situation as it stands.
Interviewer: What do you think this country's gonna look like in the year 2003?
Blaise Bailey Finnegan III: Y'know, I'll tell you the truth - nothing against you guys, but I don't wanna answer that question because... I haven't even got a mind that's that...that inhumane.
Interviewer: are you ready for what's coming?
Blaise Bailey Finnegan III: Ready as I'll ever be.
Interviewer: Most people aren't.
Blaise Bailey Finnegan III: There's a little saying... Dates back for generations...
Interviewer: Go on...
Blaise Bailey Finnegan III: Be prepared for anything at any time from anybody, don't take no shit, always stand your ground. People wanna come up to me and run their mouth - guess what? I'll throw them through the fucking window... I won't think a thing of it.
Interviewer: Would you mind reciting your poem for us?
Blaise Bailey Finnegan III: Not at all, I don't see why... I don't see why I couldn't.
There's an evil virus that's threatening mankind
It's not state of the art, it's a serious state of the mind
The muggers, the backstabbers, the two faced elite
A menace to society, a social disease
To brainwash the mind is a social disorder
The cynics, the apathy one-upmanship order
Watching beginnings of social decay
Gloating and sneering at life's disarray
Eating away at your own self esteem
Pouncing on every word that you might be saying
To attack someone's mind is a social disorder
The constitution, the government, martial law order
Superficially smiling a shake of the hand
As soon as your back is turned treason is planned
When every good thing's laid to rest
By the governments hate, by the constitution and their lies
And every time you think you're safe
And when you go to turn away
You know they're sharpening all their knives
All in your mind
All in your head
Try to relate it
All in your mind
All in your head
Try to escape it
Without a conscience they destroy
And that's a thing that they enjoy
They're a sickness that's in all of our minds
They want to sink the ship and leave
The way they laugh at you and me
You know it happens all the time
But it only happens in your mind
The rats in the cellar you know who you are...
Or do you?
Watching beginnings of social decay...
Interviewer: Thank you for your time.
Blaise Bailey Finnegan III: (pause) Well... I don't like the way the country's ran, don't you know, and, erm... that's pretty much what i was expressing in my poem. The government... the American government - they're sneaky, they're very deceitful, they're liars, they're cheats, they're rip-offs. I mean, the American government is one systematic government that...that nobody can trust. I don't trust them myself.
Interviewer: And how long have you been writing for?
Blaise Bailey Finnegan III: Huh?
Interviewer: How long have you been writing for?
Blaise Bailey Finnegan III: Since I was four.
Interviewer: Do you do this sort of thing a lot, like, open-mic kinda questions?
Blaise Bailey Finnegan III: Oh, I love open-mics, I love coming here to do open-mics, absolutely.
Interviewer: What kind of reactions do you usually get?
Blaise Bailey Finnegan III: Usually, people are... are pretty much in agreement with what I'm saying.
Interviewer: We overheard you before talking about... you went to court today for a speeding ticket?
Blaise Bailey Finnegan III: That's accurate.
Interviewer: right. Do you wanna tell us that story?
Blaise Bailey Finnegan III: Yes, absolutely, I wouldn't mind telling you the story. Erm... I went to court today for a speeding ticket, and I told the judge, erm... "Let me tell you something, and you listen and you listen good, I'm only gonna say this one time and one time only, I don't repeat myself for nobody," I said. I says... "I'm here to pay a speeding ticket, not to listen to your lectures and hear you run your mouth for an hour." I says "I'm here to pay off my speeding ticket ...and I'm here to get my fines out of the way and get the fuck to work." The judge says "You can't talk like that in my courtroom, you're in contempt of court." then I said... I told the judge, "If that's the best you can do, I feel sorry for you." I said "Why don't you just shut your fucking mouth for once and listen." I said "I'm not gonna take any shit." I said "I'm gonna pay my speeding ticket like I said." I walked up to the god damn judge and I hand him my 25 dollars and I says "Here's my money, now I am leaving."
And I left it at that.
(At this point the interview fades whilst the music grows in intensity)
Then, before I left, I turned around and told the judge "I'm here to state who I am and be honest with you." I said "If they thought I was dangerous on the road like you're trying to accuse me of, wouldn't they have taken my license when I first got it? Yes they would." And the judge says "Yeah, you have a point," He goes "You don't need to get loud," I said "Don't get loud?" I says "I've got every right to get loud." I says "You can't do a god damn thing about it, because I'm expressing myself in your court, and there is nothing you can do about it. You think you're god because you have a robe and you can put people up the goddamn river for 20 years? Well you're not."
And I left it at that.
Interviewer: Did you walk away?
Blaise Bailey Finnegan III: Yes I did... I don't like the judicial system, I don't like the government system, I don't like the police, I don't like anything to do with this country's government. I just don't like it, because... they're sneaky, like I said - they're deceitful, they're lying, they're cheats, they rip people off. That's the American government for you. America is a third world country, and people don't recognise it... and I think that that's pretty god damn sad, that they don't recognise their own country as a third world, third rate, third class slum.
Interviewer: Well... Do you have any weapons?
Blaise Bailey Finnegan III: Yes, I do. I own a high-powered assault rifle, I own a 12-gauge double barrel shotgun, I own a regular shotgun, I own a regular hunting rifle, I own a 9mm, a 357, a 45 handgun, a 38 special, and, erm... I own an m-16 fully automatic ground assault rifle...
Interviewer: Do you think things are gonna get better before they get worse?
Blaise Bailey Finnegan III: No way. Things are just gonna get worse and keep on getting worse. Like I said, America's a third world country as it is and... and we're just basically in a hopeless situation as it stands.
Interviewer: What do you think this country's gonna look like in the year 2003?
Blaise Bailey Finnegan III: Y'know, I'll tell you the truth - nothing against you guys, but I don't wanna answer that question because... I haven't even got a mind that's that...that inhumane.
Interviewer: are you ready for what's coming?
Blaise Bailey Finnegan III: Ready as I'll ever be.
Interviewer: Most people aren't.
Blaise Bailey Finnegan III: There's a little saying... Dates back for generations...
Interviewer: Go on...
Blaise Bailey Finnegan III: Be prepared for anything at any time from anybody, don't take no shit, always stand your ground. People wanna come up to me and run their mouth - guess what? I'll throw them through the fucking window... I won't think a thing of it.
Interviewer: Would you mind reciting your poem for us?
Blaise Bailey Finnegan III: Not at all, I don't see why... I don't see why I couldn't.
There's an evil virus that's threatening mankind
It's not state of the art, it's a serious state of the mind
The muggers, the backstabbers, the two faced elite
A menace to society, a social disease
To brainwash the mind is a social disorder
The cynics, the apathy one-upmanship order
Watching beginnings of social decay
Gloating and sneering at life's disarray
Eating away at your own self esteem
Pouncing on every word that you might be saying
To attack someone's mind is a social disorder
The constitution, the government, martial law order
Superficially smiling a shake of the hand
As soon as your back is turned treason is planned
When every good thing's laid to rest
By the governments hate, by the constitution and their lies
And every time you think you're safe
And when you go to turn away
You know they're sharpening all their knives
All in your mind
All in your head
Try to relate it
All in your mind
All in your head
Try to escape it
Without a conscience they destroy
And that's a thing that they enjoy
They're a sickness that's in all of our minds
They want to sink the ship and leave
The way they laugh at you and me
You know it happens all the time
But it only happens in your mind
The rats in the cellar you know who you are...
Or do you?
Watching beginnings of social decay...
Interviewer: Thank you for your time.
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