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Conservatives and ReactionariesThe meaning of words is too important to ignore in politics, and there is one word that has been mutilated into something grotesque by the worst elements of our political discourse. Conservative. Its an idea that advocates trying to preserve things as they are by emphasizing stability and continuity. It is an ideology that does not fear change, but simply wishes for it to be managed well. Too many politicians identifying as conservative today are in fact reactionaries. Reactionaries oppose modernism and seek a return to "the way things were," a goal historically being both futile and self destructive; something the current Republican party is demonstrating with startling persistance. True conservatives are not concerned with trivial changes in our culture, but rather the long term continuity of the national spirit. The Reactionaries have been given their moment, and it is time to send them back to irrelevance where they belong.
A New Conservative Party
Given the remaining candidates out of the initial crop of crazy; and the nature of the Republican Party in the last three years alone (not counting their actions under the Bush administration); isn't it time we wrote them off and called for a new Conservative Party? Lets face it; short of a Constitutional Amendment establishing Instant Runoff voting; this is the best option we have right now.
Its important to note that this is how politics has worked in America since the Federalists and the Democratic-Republicans; every time one party fell out of touch with the interests of the public, they found themselves being replaced by someone more appropriate. The Federalists were replaced by the Whigs, Democrat-Republicans were replaced by the Democrats, the Whigs were replaced by the Republicans. With the current GOP swap of Congressional and Presidential candidates all championing platforms that are either antiquated, xenophobic, or ineffective at actually addressing this country's problems;
College SolutionsOur higher education system is medieval, backwards, and in many ways more broken that our public education system.
Sure, students shoulder 70% of the financial burden for operating costs of most colleges.
Yes, professors get tenure that makes them immune to criticism and insultingly bad teaching and failing rates.
And it is true that students have no rights whatsoever to negotiate the contracts they signed with their respective schools.
That is not the biggest problem though.
The biggest problem, for engineering colleges at least, is the way they breed a culture into our future movers and shakers that discourages cooperation, and does not adequately prepare them to not only survive in the industry as it is, but to adapt as it changes.
In almost every class, you are told to sign a "student contract," that says you will not plagiarize or cheat, or do anything else unethical.
Well the definition of "cheating," for some teachers is the act of asking people who have taken the class before f
I Am the 99 PercentI was a near 4.0 student in high school.
By age 17 had already served my country as a civil servant twice as a Congressional and State Senate Page.
Since as long as I can remember I've wanted to be an Astronaut.
So I worked hard and with the support of my family and a letter from my Congressman, got accepted into a good college to study Aerospace Engineering.
I've studied hard, and thanks to the government's FAFSA loan program and a some help from my family have been able to go to school for four years without a private loan.
My grades aren't great, but I love what I wanna do too much to give up when things get tough.
I've never expected help from anybody, and have always been willing to make it on my own steam if I have to, but I appreciate all the help I can get, and will take any advantage I find.
My parents worked hard their entire lives and have always lived within their means.
When the company my dad had worked for folded, he started his own business at 55 and thanks to years of
Rise of the TranshumansThe last battle for equal rights won't be for racial equality;
It won't be for gender equality;
Not for sexual or gender orientation;
It will be a battle between two species:
Humans and Transhumans.
Unlike the other battles for equality, this one will be more than figurative;
It will take a great expense of blood
And in all likelihood result in the eventual extinction of the human race.
That's how dominant species function,
As one rises the other must logically fall
Transhumans will be smarter, stronger, and more capable than humans
Humans will eventually stop being the masters of their own planet
Transhumans will take the jobs of the elites, and outperform their human counterparts
Humans will respond, violently as usual
But they will loose.
What may start as a quest for equality for by both
Will end with the extinction of one.
Last GaspHalfway through 2011 we find ourselves in a much more complicated world than anytime since the Age of Enlightenment.
In America 52% of the country has stated that they don't have a problem with Gay Marriage and the US Military has begun the process to let gays and in many cases Women serve openly. Texas, California, and New Mexico have all become Majority Minority States and the others will soon join that status. A larger percentage of Americans are in favor of Legalizing Marijuana today (46% as of 2010) than ever before.
In the Middle East a new generation of activists have in many cases peacefully overthrown old authoritarian governments and installed new democratic regimes. Even in the cases where revolution had gone violent or failed, the new tools of political movement, the Internet and a camera, have enabled a new wave of political change and liberalization.
As of 2011 the United Nations declared access to a Free and Open Internet a fundamental right of humanity...
...and yet, th
when you find yourself
in a crowd of familiar faces,
the struggle for breath
You Will PayI can taste the fear upon you:
The cold sweat in your palms,
The eyes that dart at shadows,
And the lips that are forced into a tightened smile.
You wait beneath the blankets,
Shivering each night as the anxiety rises.
You gasp at the slightest sounds and quiver...
For you are afraid of the curse that comes.
In your mind you see what you have done to me.
You watched as you ripped my tongue
And stole the very voice from my soul!
But even if I am without a body,
Even if I can no longer hold a knife to your throat.
Fear alone is enough for me to silence you,
And I will NEVER allow you to be heard!
MazeLost within myself
Looking for a way out
This cannot end like this
Trapped in my own mind
A maze with no exit
I keep running and running
But I always end up
In the same place where I began
Inner DemonI harbour a monster,
It lingers deep within.
It wants to escape me,
To tear free from my skin.
It gnaws at my insides,
And hopes that I'll give in.
It works hard to tempt me,
To lead me into sin.
It wants me to suffer
To feel its wretched sting.
But I stand true and strong,
I will not let it win.
The nights are the hardest,
In bed I pray and sing
To the Lord God above
To rid me of this thing.
But instead it remains,
My monster still within.
RustThe dwelling rust
swells this hollow garden
and somewhere in the yard
a tire swing goes flat
against the skyline.
It chokes the autumn light
in the silo,
the crush of
mums and ragged berries
It bubbles in the percolator
steeping still life
in the caul
of early morning -
the red-brown crumbs
of breakfast toast and jam
growing ghosts upon
And deep inside
I still hear you waking up
the soft salute
of morning voices
stirring the wind
outside my window.
Croon.And you will have my arms around you
long after the first frost
silences the crickets
that played us to sleep
through our first summer,
and their children
and the children of theirs
will play those same songs
as creases form and deepen
beside our eyes.
And I know this because
of our childish jokes
and because of the words
we are writing.
there’s something about
these kisses hitting their marks
from thousands of miles away
eliciting rouge beneath pale;
I see on your face
the dumbfounded grin
I feel spreading across my own,
our bodies built
scattered by the hand of fate
between two states.
But it is love
who is determined
to complete our picture
and it is love
who shall have her way.
Slaves of the deadSlaves of the dead
to find another land,
but they couldn't stand the desert and the frost.
Some died, some returned.
For those who returned
the masters had prepared a special punishment.
Their memory was wiped off.
They became thieves,
without ever understanding why.
They just felt it was the right thing to do.
How toHow do you help someone when your hands are tied?
How do you watch while they hurt?
How do you stand and smile while they curl up and cry?
How do you listen when they don't want to talk?
How do you accept that you have no control?
How do you accept that you have no power?
How do you make it okay
when sorry isn't good enough?
Into the VoidWe live in an amazing age of scientific discovery
Engineers at Ad Astra have nearly perfected the VASIMR drive
An engine that would make a 39 day trip to Mars possible
Scientists have recently made a breakthrough in cryogenic research
Keeping a person in suspended animation for decades may only be years away.
The birth of Space Tourism is driving a new era of competition in the Aerospace Industry
New Earth to Orbit shuttle designs are becoming safer and more efficient as time goes on
New extrasolar bodies are literally being discovered as fast as we can build the instruments to detect them
Some astronomers have gone so far to say that we will find an Earth-like-planet by May of 2011
What does all this mean?
It means that you and I are living in an era where interstellar travel may soon become a reality
It means that in a matter of decades, human beings could make the first manned expedition to an New Earth
It means that we might finally confirm if we have any cosmic brethren out in the
Blood BrothersBrookie always holds my hand when we cross the street. She's never given a reason for it, she just does it. It's become this unspoken rule with us that whenever we cross the street together, she slips her hand in mine and I lace my fingers through hers and we walk hand-in-hand until we reach the other side and she drops her hand and we both wipe our palms on our jeans. Brookie's a little scared of crossing the street. Her poppa died in a car crash when we were six. He was a pedestrian. She's never gotten over it.
Brookie is my best friend going on sixteen years now, which is pretty impressive considering we're both sixteen. We don't have some cute little story about how we were born in the same hospital on the same day or about how our mothers were best friends long before they were pregnant with us and somehow passed on that bond while we were still in utero. No, Brookie and I met the same way ever
Life is but a DreamWe are just unnourished frail bodies,
overfed with white lies and short-lived-euphorias.
Books filled with black letters,
etching lurid images into our utmost dreams.
Veering us from the big picture...
the one we fail to paint ourselves.
Our fists much too busy with fights,
that we are bound to lose.
Too occupied in line waiting,
for creativity to be let loose like a stray dog.
As if we will find home in this pursuit of happiness...
but we only enclose each other in small rooms
with nothing but old laptops.
How many times I've guessed which letter could it be...
Which letter could it be?
To free us from havoc-stricken-thoughts?
They come and go, unending like 24 hour subway stations.
There's no break for this lonely man,
heaving every breathe of stale air
into my overused lungs...
Living in confined walls of flesh
held up with brittle paper-mache bones.
Which day is it that I will burst out from this cage of a life?
And hover with the Gods found in carefully binded bo
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