I hate thunderstorms
a prelude to the snow
For neither are guaranteed safe
But a snowstorm doesn’t come with thunder
or lightning for that matter
The chaotic crashing sounds reminds me
of uncertainty, nature, the unknown
That there is no God.
We are surrounded by randomness.
Things we cannot control
Or should want to control.
Because it would make us weak and cowardly
We’ve braved through the storms before
And we survived it. All of them.
And there is light at the end.
And nothing to fear.
And we march on again.
And we continue with our mundane lives.
We task ourselves with goals not supreme.
To keep ourselves occupied from the truth
That eventually the storm will return
And all that security, hopes, and joy fade again
only to remind us how human we are
that we cannot control the storm
This article by Jeff Yang kinda gets it half-way. We don’t need Asian Superheroes for EVERYONE, just for those who consume superhero culture.
It turns out, America did have a superhero called The Green Turtle back in 1940s, but because of anti-Chinese stuff in the day, was never allowed to reveal his identity.
Unfortunately, it just seems like they’re digging through the dumpster to validate themselves here. The Green Turtle might as well be played by Dana Carvey in yellowface. It’s such an old characterization. No modern Asian American can relate to it. As a piece of history, maybe it’s worth noting, but it definitely isn’t relevant anymore.
My own Asian superhero, Agent S, which debut in my alma mater student newspaper UW-Green Bay The Fourth Estate, is set in the present. I combined all the popular American superheroes to date into the archetype. And I also infused it with highly political charged imagery to leave the door open for interpretation and growth. And I’d also set my character in the real world, where Superman, Batman, and James Bond are indeed fictional, and wannabes are lunging off rooftops thinking those characters are real. That’s how I would do my hero justice.
In summary, only those who feel they need Asian superheroes should get them. And if no one gives them that validation, do what I did, come up with your own. That’s the only way they can truly be bulletproof.
Usually, I don’t post about this shit because History is boring to me. BUT, because I was going to make a point, I need to post the reference materials.
In summary, Uncle Joe rambles about how America succeeded and became united because it built roads and networks which strengthened its infrastructure. This included the man-made canals used to transport goods downstream, the train and railroad system, then the Interstate highways systems. Things progress because we make it easier to pass goods between ourselves.
So, to my point, we better start investing in those Lego islands that Google/CIA were plotting to popularize then.
I had this idea I was going to put into my Agent S epic story, if I ever get to writing it down, where we built this HUGE artificial highway/key islands that stretch from the West Coast of the United States all the way to China. So for those who have a lot of time to spare, they can literally travel that road, the road less traveled versus airplane.
And of course, people can rent some of those Lego lots, and that’s where you can raise crops and other important resources. You can have vendors along THE GREAT ROAD and gasoline and shit. Because people will have to drive for however many months or years, I don’t know the exact time, but if that’s what it takes, that’s what it takes.
The only thing I foresee is that pirates and other terrorists might try to takeover some of those floating Lego island properties, but our civilization would have evolved enough to handle that. There would be Coast Guard or some new organization to deal with that.
So, yeah, if you order something from China, it comes to the USA by boat. And that takes like 2 months!!! Of course, if your parcel was by plane, it’ll be a little faster.
BUT, if there were goods on a floating Lego like island between China and the USA, guess what, your goods would take half the time to get to you. How’s that for logic?
Would you eat cattle raised on a floating Lego island? Leave your comments and questions.
What would happen if the value of a single Bitcoin became USD$10,000? First of all, a lot of Bitcoin investors would get filthy rich. Second, they’d get rich for nothing as they can’t really spend it.
Maybe the real issue here is what fuels economy and what defines currency. Bitcoin is a valid currency and you can buy things. But is it secure? No. It’s not. At least with the US Dollar, one friggin dollar is still worth one friggin dollar. I don’t have to worry about not being able to use it at a vending machine.
Then how do you define currency? Currency implies that people control the current of their economy. They are the lifeforce or bloodstream of their ecosystem. If people aren’t happy or content or confident with their neighborhoods, cities, governments, then they won’t recirculate their currency, thus making their economy suck. For the most part, Americans don’t understand how to put value into the US Dollar because they live so comfortably. Maybe it’s something they take for granted. After all, the value of money is imaginary. Whatever you were going to do, you didn’t require money to do it, it’s just exists as a social construct. It’s almost like manifest destiny.
So if Bitcoin’s value ever goes up to $10,000, then it’s because the investors that created the hocus pocus game that is Bitcoin are afraid they will lose their fortunes in American dollars. So being the greedy fucks they are, they convert that magic imaginary monetary value into Bitcoins, because now that people that do control the value of American dollars cannot control the value of Bitcoins.
I think I know what I’m talking about. It has something to do with great empires minting their own coins and currency. That means in the upcoming Dawn of the Planet of the Apes, Caesar should actually have his ape people pass around leaves or bark chips with his face drawn in poop on them. Then, when the heroic white man enters their forests looking for monkey magic water beer, then Caesar can say, “Your paper money is no good here, human. Caesar money is God in the jungle.”
Everything the woman says is true. But it doesn’t just apply to blacks. It applies to all who don’t except responsibility for their own ignorance.
Everything in life you must EARN.
Pay close attention to the part about black rappers, the good ones, actually being incredibly educated, otherwise how would they know how to write such awesome metaphors and lyrics? Yet, every other inbred wannabe thinks they have the same skill and you can see them on YouTube.
Moral of the story: you aren’t all that unless you’re really all that. When you’re really all that, you won’t even have to try. You won’t even have to impress anyone.
My name is Jerry Wu. I am 17 years old. My mother is Hilary Johnson Stantham. My father is Thomas Lei Wu, but you probably know him best as Fu Manchu. I am the biracial son of America’s most controversial political power-couple. You see, I will recall for you, the time my mother and father both ran for office, the highest office, the President of the United States. (more…)
CIA’s got a problem: It thinks it’s Robert DeNiro and being cute for spying on people
By Chongchen Saelee
Filmmaker James Cameron can make light of domestic spying abuse with his spy-thriller “True Lies”, which was actually a remake of a French film (the French are the ones who practically created the war and spy culture), and Ben Stiller’s “Meet The Parents” has a similar sub-plot. (more…)