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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
Six Second Poem"We're all the same," she said. "Friend, tell me," she asked, "how are we different?"
For six seconds I paused, then I said:
Some of us ..
love more than we hate,
laugh more than we cry,
work harder than we play, but
live before we die.
Some of us don't.
And that, my friend, is how we are all different.
EasterRemember what you love,
you with sand in your teeth
and the feral burn of hunger
in your eyes.
God sends his regrets.
He made you grasping and slow,
in a late hour
when the wine washed low.
Remember what you love.
Fall to your knees in the toss
and the swell, quell
the appetite of the cold black sea.
Beg blessings for your home
and the salt-sick trees.
Reach what lies near:
the fat-faced child, the sweet-soft lamb;
tether the tantrum, trickle the blood.
Offer psalms to what is holy,
whisper the name of what you love
as it bobs in the bleak mad sea.
I've ForgottenWhen she died
I tied a knot in my stomach
so I would remember
but I've been so busy
trying to remember her dying
I forgot how to forget.
how to let go -
and the doctors said
they would cut me open
and snip her out
a blade between the bows
and the pain, would be gone
but I've forgotten
how to let go -
and I still don't want to.
I willI will love you
all the way to the place where ladybirds go to die,
to the lushest corners of the earth
that hold the secrets no man was meant to see
and we will find them, and know them together.
I will love you
all the way to the place where bubbles are made
at the bottom of a glass of cider
that blisters the glass with condensation
as we trade hats and laugh at the way the air smiles.
I will love you
all the way inside a branch where buds dream of Becoming,
where those one-day-flowers stir wooden hearts
into an uprising, into a blossoming life
and we will plant our ambitions there, in the blooming place.
I will love you
all the way to the square brackets that hold our boxes
because you are my best friends, and you will be
as we fold papery hands around paper-cut wrists and cry
and mourn eighty-odd years flown by too fast. Even then.
Even then, I will love you still.
love didn't matter, but home was with youi.
there's still shadows left of you
even with the
little that remains. i wish
sometimes the light
would stop it's singing long enough
for them to grow,
my heart spends enough
time aching when
just the photographs
show their faces.
you took me
to a wedding once - it was a cold
night, and the
of stars in the sky made
it seem like God's
breath was reaching out
to earth. i don't remember
the names of the two who
indefinitely, anymore, not
when the wind's taken
in it's hold; but i remember crying because
love's just so damn
hard to find, and you
found me instead behind
the rosebushes that
were too stained to be called
me that sometimes
love doesn't matter, and
i (did)n't want to
you asked me once if anything
mattered, a lighter
gracing one hand and a
cigarette lining your
lips. i wasn't
sure back then
and i don't know
if i am now
(but i think i want to say yes).
my body never felt
unarticulatedtonight I ask myself:
where are you going with all these names
in your pockets? syllables that taste
unauthentic in the desperate American
repression is a series of images
earthbound angels breathing
flame, starving hands speaking
in tongues, glazed eyes
asking are you fucking okay
pale skin becoming moonlight,
reflecting and refracting and
the quiet understatement
Diamond TearIn silence
I observe them
Laughing and having fun
While I'm in my corner
I feel out of place
I don't belong here
So I leave
And no one notices
Now I'm out on the street
A dark and silent one
Enjoying the breeze
Lost in my thoughts
Suddenly I hear a sob
And I look around
I see a girl
Sitting on a bench
A single diamond tear
Running down her face
I don't know her
No one else is around
I could just leave
But I can't
So I sit by her side and ask
Without looking her in the eyes
For a moment
And then she takes my hand
And we look
Into each other's eyes
And she whispers
The Elephant ManHe had elephant hands; swollen and tendered
by old age and wiping away childrens' crying
so they were leathered and carefully painted
with a veneer of the dust made by old books,
but when he read to me the pages didn't shake
and his throat didn't contract about the words
like they were enemies to be spat out, bloodied.
Lungs didn't shiver and eyes didn't milk, then.
Now, I see love ephemeral. I see love half-dead
and carving its riverbed path, slowly eroding;
until it can rejoin oceans once known in heaven.
Now, I see him ephemeral. I see him half-living.
I see the fear of burdenship as the only thing
that makes his eyes flicker how Pernod used to.
I see a beautiful, crumpled drawing of my hero
as my grandfather slips, wearily, back to sleep.
SafeI clasped my hand tight shut around my mothers.
I was a possessive oyster wrapped around pearly fingers
bitten white by the freshly whisked air.
We braced ourselves against the frozen metal frames
that, although unmovable by infantile hands,
were not a substantial enough barrier against a tempest.
The sea lashed out its limbs in a fury
and the sky’s face paled grey with worry
at what that grasping anger might achieve.
It rose to greet us, stood on mighty churning haunches
and collapsed heavily around our shoulders
with the dramatic violence of a dancer
crashing down upon a splintered Tibia.
It drenched us, filling mouths and ears with water.
My mother’s hand squeezed mine, comforting,
and as the sea drew back again,
preparing to strike out at us over and over
until its very exhaustion point – and over once more –
As it readied itself to slash our raincoats,
with the force of an evening spiralling into true darkness,
over and over –
for a moment the smell o
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
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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