Tax Soda for Jobs!

So, Sunday morning, perusing the New York Leftist Times of course and I stumble across yet another diatribe from some clueless journalist about the large soda ban. This time it’s Robert Frank who seems to be saying that us poor humans are unable to stop ourselves from being directly affected by the (Liberal defined) nasty things in society therefore, we have to regulate those nasty things out of society. Nasty things like freedom of choice, our ability to make informed decisions, you know, liberty.

He says this to begin with “Parents don’t want their children to become obese, or to suffer the grave consequences of diet-induced diabetes. Yet our current social environment encourages heavy consumption of sugary soft drinks, making such outcomes much more likely. So that environment clearly limits parents’ freedom to achieve an eminently laudable goal.”

Um, huh? How exactly is having freedom of choice limiting anything? Mr. Frank apparently thinks us shaved monkey’s cannot help but be under the spell of society and we cannot, being monkeys of course, stop ourselves from making decisions that are deleterious to our (and our children’s) health. Of course, we know who gets to choose which decisions we are allowed and not allowed to make (hint; it’s not you and me).

Now, I do believe that humans, on the whole, are a rather lazy species and that they tend to believe what they are told—if from someone in authority, all the better—but they’ll take any reasonably attractive spokesperson/model/actor in a pinch. Even so, I also believe that we humans are sovereign, singular individuals who have the right to make whatever decisions we deem best as long as those choices do not hurt others or infringe on anyone else’s rights. Apparently Mr. Frank thinks quite the opposite and I dare say so do all the liberal progressive theorists in our society.

Mr. Frank goes on to make a false equivalency when he equates drinking large sodas to smoking cigarettes by writing “Imagine a society like the United States before 1964, where unregulated individual choices produced high percentages of smokers in the population — more than 50 percent among adult men. Not even the staunchest libertarians should deny that their children would be more likely to become smokers in such an environment. Smokers harm not only themselves and those who inhale secondhand smoke but also those who simply want their children to grow up to be nonsmokers. People can urge their children to ignore peer influences, of course, but that’s often a losing battle. No rational deliberation about smoking policies can ignore the fact that smoking harms others in this way.”

But the point is not about direct harm as he points out, but the effect of societal pressure, even if it is the micro-society of a household, that he favors to be legislated. But wait, there’s more!

Mr. Frank then brings into the discussion a suggestion that perhaps we can tax soft drinks and thus curb consumption (with the expected immediate benefits of a suddenly svelte and healthy population) because we all know the effect of taxation on consumption. EEERrrrrkkkk!!! (that was the sound of tires screeching to a halt) except that liberal progressives have said for years, decades actually, that taxes have no effect on consumption and thus no effect on jobs (apparently jobs are tied to people buying things…who knew?).

And then Mr. Frank drops this beautiful little sentence that perfectly encapsulates the total Liberal progressive argument; “The case for reintroducing such a proposal (taxing soda sales) is strong. We have to tax something, after all, and taxing soft drinks would let us reduce taxes now imposed on manifestly useful activities.”
Let me repeat that for my Liberal peeps with their fingers stuck in their ears; “We have to tax something.” What else so perfectly highlights the Liberal agenda? Haaa ha, and he then goes on to say (and I actually spit out some coffee when I read it) “At the federal level, for example, a tax on soda would permit a reduction in the payroll tax, which would encourage businesses to hire more workers.” So apparently taxing soda creates jobs and makes us all healthy.

Awesome, just awesome.

we are dreams

We are fearsome creatures,
vainglorious unforgettable we
constantly recreate the void
the blackness that marks us
we breathe our fear, live inside
the margin, the sliver of life
and death that defines us
we cannot die we daren’t cry

we are dreams

we ride on lightning, are
made of thunder and twisting
vortices…horrible and
magnificent we ride into the
deepest recesses, the shallows
of oceans, we dance the cruelty
of life into utter vibration and
serious devotion

we are dreams

we slide into oblivion like
dining on fine meats, we go
where we are wanted, unwanted
and cursed, we have it all and
have nothing whilst breathing
believing and being our best
and worst fears

we are dreams
dreams of everything
we’re not

Nazi Punks by the Dead Kennedy’s

{Two, three, four}
Punk ain’t no religious cult
Punk means thinkin’ for yourself
You ain’t hardcore ’cause you spike your hair
When a jock still lives inside your head

Nazi punks
Nazi punks
Nazi punks
fuck off
Nazi punks
Nazi punks
Nazi punks
fuck off

If you’ve come to fight, get outta here
You ain’t no better than the bouncers
We ain’t tryin’ to be police
When you ape the cops it ain’t anarchy

Nazi punks
Nazi punks
Nazi punks
fuck off
Nazi punks
Nazi punks
Nazi punks
fuck off

Ten guys jump one, what a man
You fight each other, the police state wins
Stab your backs when you trash our halls
Trash a bank if you’ve got real balls

You still think Swastikas look cool
The real Nazis run your schools
They’re coaches, businessmen and cops
In a real fourth Reich you’ll be the first to go

Nazi punks
Nazi punks
Nazi punks
fuck off
Nazi punks
Nazi punks
Nazi punks
fuck off

You’ll be the first to go
You’ll be the first to go
You’ll be the first to go
Unless you think

look there first…

We hide in the shadows
holding our fear in the dark
wondering why
          look there first
in the creases of the paper
the folds in the blanket
we are lost
          look there first
we tremble from tension
from staying so very still
soundless
          look there first
we hold our hands behind us
squeezing the things we grasp
white fingered
          look there first
like sand in fists and hands
it will always slip away
little by little
          look there first
we slide onto upper shelves
into closets under boxes
thinking no one sees
          look there first
we believe the darkness
we believe the mask
but not ourselves
          look there first
we are deep within us
so far down
there is no top to see
          look there first

Look and see
we are waiting
always waiting
          to be seen

White Hat

I want you to know this, actually, I want you to know this without me telling you but shit happens, I know. We get busy. Anyway, the guy in the white hat? On the white horse? Yeah, he’s not coming. Ever. There is no one on this planet who is riding to your rescue to save you.

I thought you should know.

Believe me or not but absolutely believe that you already have a white hat…and a horse…metaphorically of course but you already own all the things you need to save yourself. You might not know where they are at this exact instant but you have them.

You were born with them.

Believe. Go. Do.

~TrevorZen

Class Warfare

There is a video going around the social media universe that purports to lay bare the naked truth about wage and income disparity in the US. They point to statistics that show that the top 1% of the US population (by income) have more money that all the rest and that these people are hell bent on keeping their foot on your neck with your face in the dirt. 

The people who produced the video are waging a class war with the ultimate point being (I am assuming) that they will be in power when the dust settles. There can be no other reason, at least not any that I can see.

Let me ask you this…do you care how many dinner plates I own? If I have more than you, does that mean you are less than I am? Would your dinner plate disparity affect your wellbeing or even your ability to go and get yourself another dinner plate…or eight…or twelve? If I decided that I want more dinner plates and went and got them, does that mean there are that many dinner plates not available to you? Is it simply unfair that I have more dinner plates than you do?

That’s what this video is saying. It is saying that there is a finite amount of money in the world and some people are talking an unfair share of it and leaving very little for the rest of us. That it is singularly their fault—their goal actually—that we don’t have more money than we do.

That is complete and utter bullshit…and they are trying to convince you that it is not. They are trying to make you believe that other people are controlling your life and only “allowing” you to make X amount of dollars because they unfairly want the rest…all of the rest. Do you really believe that? Do you really believe that there is a bunch of billionaires and multi-millionaires plotting together to limit the amount of money you’re allowed to earn? Really?

We live in a system where the government has taken over much of the thinking process (i.e. basic living) and is breeding dependence on their largesse. Our government, from local towns to the fed, have convinced us that they need to do most of the things we used to do for ourselves. Retirement? That’s the governments job with social security. Education? That’s the government’s job with taxpayer funded K-12 and increasingly government backed student loans. Safety? Holy shit, there are so many agencies, departments and bureaus dedicated to making decisions for us (because we’re waaaaay too stupid to make them ourselves) that I do not have the space to list them.

If you are looking for a boogie man, someone who is intent on determining how much money you make then you don’t need fucking idiots like the people who made this video to make one up for you.

Just look at your paystub.

Choose

The one thing in our lives that is guaranteed and we can never stop from happening is that we die. Everything else that affects us is determined by the choices we make even when we don’t know we’re making choices.

An example is that when you are an infant and your mother is angry and scolds you with mean eyes, you feel unloved so you choose to cry because you’ve learnt that crying makes your mother stop scolding you. It makes her mean eyes soften and show love instead. When you are older and in a relationship and your partner is mad at you with his or her mean eyes, it might feel like you “automatically” feel unloved and sad—and may even want to cry—but you are merely repeating the choice that you had made as an infant.

You are choosing to be sad, in reaction to someone you love showing that they might not love you, over and over again throughout your life.

One of the secrets to being happy is to know that you are the one making the choices. To know that you are able to choose.

Believe. Go. Do.

~TrevorZen

Bob asks Sam’s advice

Bob asks Sam’s advice on starting to work out (unashamedly stolen from someone else)

Bob: Hello! I’ve recently noticed that I get extremely out of breath and sweaty while folding my laundry, so I’ve decided to join a gym. However, I’ve never really worked out before. Can you help me get started?
Sam: No problem! First things first: you’re going to want to stop eating that Pop-Tart.

Bob: But it’s chocolate fudge!
Sam: Just put it down for now. It will be here when you get back.

Bob: I don’t know. My roommate’s kind of a jerk.
Sam: Trust me. Now, what kind of exercise do you want to start with: aerobic or anaerobic?

Bob: …What?
Sam: Would you rather run for a really long time without ever actually going anywhere or pick up a bunch of heavy things and then almost immediately put them back down?

Bob: Oh! Hmm…those both sound pretty stupid. Are there any other options?
Sam: No.

Bob: Ok. Then I guess the heavy things one.
Sam: Great. Let’s start with your deltoids.

Bob: …
Sam: Your shoulders.

Bob: …
Sam: Just sit down at that black machine with all the leftover sweat on it.

Bob: No problem. Hey, wait a second.
Sam: What’s wrong?

Bob: The guy who was using the machine before me can lift more than I can, and now I’m insecure. Is there anything I can do about that?
Sam: You have two options. The first is to accept that you’re just starting to work out, lift what you can for now, and trust that, with enough hard work, you’ll eventually be able to lift as much as the guy who used the machine before you.

Bob: Let’s do the second option.
Sam: I haven’t told you what it is yet.

Bob: Well, it’s got to be better than that.
Sam: Fine. Head over to one of the treadmills, and do your best to pretend that the gym’s weight room doesn’t exist.

Bob: Yes, I like this idea much better. Oh wow. There are a lot of hot girls here. Are all of them single?
Sam: Yes.

Bob: Nice! What’s the best way to introduce myself?
Sam: Well, we should probably get at least some exercise done first. So get on a treadmill, and pick a speed that you think you can maintain for at least 30 minutes.

Bob: Let’s do the second option.
Sam: Ok. Most of the girls are wearing headphones, so your best bet is probably to go stand right in front of them and yell your name really loudly over and over again.

Bob: That sounds like it would get me kicked out of the gym.
Sam: Probably. But at least everyone would remember you.

Bob: And I would get to go home and eat my Pop-Tart before Jeffrey takes it!
Sam: Exactly.

Bob: So there’s no downside!
Sam: Well, you won’t get to start exercising. So these minor health issues that you’re experiencing now will probably just compound and worsen over time, ultimately leading to some fairly debilitating diseases and a premature death.

Bob: No downside at all! Well, this has been a very informative discussion. Thanks for all the help!
Sam: Don’t mention it. Seriously. I don’t think I want my name attached to yours.

Bob: At least let me give you a Pop-Tart.
Sam: What kind?

Bob: Strawberry.
Sam: Fuck you.

Open Eyes

Too

many times we close
our eyes to life, to living
not wanting, believing,
seeing what is there,
is us, is the things we are
when we don’t know
who we are but we
close our eyes, seeing
smudgy grey darkness,
we create little pieces
of emptiness…shards of
forgotten dreams, we
build shadows with our
eyes closed,

and

ignoring the
good, the bright, the
happy, the moving forward
head up smiling life we
want…we build shadows
because it is safe, it is
silent and comforting
…knowing we are going
to fail-die-dive into nothing
because building shadows
makes us not real, not us;
we are masks and sheets
of black obscurity hiding
our eyes from the light

but

When we open our eyes
we destroy darkness, we
cancel shadows…it is
a million watt brightness
casting, streaming, burning
away the grey smudginess
burning away the down,
the denial…we shine a light
with our eyes open, with
our head up smiling this is
life as it is, we destroy
shadows when we open
our eyes, we live when we
open our eyes…we

are.