Today is not yesterday, but tomorrow it will be.
The time for change is not today but yesterday, and therefore today must be different for the sake of tomorrow, when yesterday will be today.
Hope is the instrument of change, hope for something that is unlike what has not changed and has remained the same.
Change makes things different because when something changes it is no longer like the things it used to be the same as.
Without change there can be no hope, without hope there can be no change.
Without change yesterday will be the same as today will be tomorrow; but with hope tomorrow will change and be less similar to yesterday than today.
Yet to have hope tomorrow today must not be like yesterday.
Only a hopeful yesterday will change tomorrow to a better today; for yesterday is in the past, tomorrow is in the future and today is right now. And the future is now, for today is tomorrow's yesterday.
Hope for change today will be memories of change when tomorrow is yesterday. A vote for ApeCod is a vote in hope for tomorrow to change so that today will be different than yesterday when tomorrow is in the past.
ApeCod today!
New hope for change!
Today...
Tomorrow...
and also...
The FUTURE!
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Another less than complete thought
Speaking of ManBearPig...
This whole Hybrid car thing really boils my bunny. 35 mpg huh, well I drive a pure internal combustion driven vehicle that gets a paltry 28 earth cooking mpg. Boy oh boy do I feel guilty for not squeezing out that extra seven. Or I would feel guilty if global warming were not a hoax perpetuated by a radical socialist element that has completely co-opted the environmental movement in their unending war against free enterprise and personal liberty.
Hybrid cars are Abominations in the eyes of God.
Let me explain.
Look at mules, the result of breeding horses with donkeys, a lot of work goes into producing one yet in the end it is infertile, stubborn and unproductive. Furthermore, every culture on earth has prohibitions against unnatural combinations. Just look in Leviticus, if God doesn't want you wearing garments made from more than one material, I'm absolutely certain that he would object to vehicles utilizing two different forms of energy for propulsion.
This whole Hybrid car thing really boils my bunny. 35 mpg huh, well I drive a pure internal combustion driven vehicle that gets a paltry 28 earth cooking mpg. Boy oh boy do I feel guilty for not squeezing out that extra seven. Or I would feel guilty if global warming were not a hoax perpetuated by a radical socialist element that has completely co-opted the environmental movement in their unending war against free enterprise and personal liberty.
Electric cars worked fine, but the same hippies and rich liberals that are the intended market for hybrids completely rejected pure electrics. Proving once again that the above mentioned groups are as lazy and self-indulgent as the stereotypes imply. They can't be bothered to buy an electric because it takes hours to refuel instead of minutes; but a hybrid makes it look like they care while still providing instant gratification. In addition, the cost of disposal of hybrid batteries completely offsets the meager emissions gains, as they are filled with dangerous toxins. This is further compounded when you consider the emissions and chemical waste involved in their production.
Yet it is not the false pretenses under which these machines are made that troubles me.Hybrid cars are Abominations in the eyes of God.
Let me explain.
Look at mules, the result of breeding horses with donkeys, a lot of work goes into producing one yet in the end it is infertile, stubborn and unproductive. Furthermore, every culture on earth has prohibitions against unnatural combinations. Just look in Leviticus, if God doesn't want you wearing garments made from more than one material, I'm absolutely certain that he would object to vehicles utilizing two different forms of energy for propulsion.
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
"High Brow"
I own two versions of the bible, the King James and New International Version.
I was recently asked to compare the two by a fellow student. My response was quite possibly the "smartest" joke I've ever told.
"Well," I said "Although it is probably less accurate to the original Greek and Hebrew, I prefer the King James; it reads like Shakespeare. The NIV comes off like a bad translation of the Oresteian Trilogy."
Nobody laughed.
I was recently asked to compare the two by a fellow student. My response was quite possibly the "smartest" joke I've ever told.
"Well," I said "Although it is probably less accurate to the original Greek and Hebrew, I prefer the King James; it reads like Shakespeare. The NIV comes off like a bad translation of the Oresteian Trilogy."
Nobody laughed.
Monday, April 9, 2007
New England as a dysfunctional family
New Hampshire - Your cool hunting buddy who's always good for a brew and a stogie.
Vermont - New Hampshire's hippie little sister that's so fucking hot you just want to be around her. Despite the fact that when she opens her mouth, you want to slap her silly.
Maine - Their Dad, who after his divorce went a little nuts, moved into the mountains and turned into a hillbilly.
Massachusetts - Their Mom who, in addition to having a colossal ego, has almost completely forgotten that Vermont, New Hampshire and Maine exist, unless its an election year.
Connecticut – Massachusetts’s rich Jewish lawyer husband
Rhode Island - Massachusetts’s and Connecticut’s new little boy that everybody likes even though he refuses to bathe.
Vermont - New Hampshire's hippie little sister that's so fucking hot you just want to be around her. Despite the fact that when she opens her mouth, you want to slap her silly.
Maine - Their Dad, who after his divorce went a little nuts, moved into the mountains and turned into a hillbilly.
Massachusetts - Their Mom who, in addition to having a colossal ego, has almost completely forgotten that Vermont, New Hampshire and Maine exist, unless its an election year.
Connecticut – Massachusetts’s rich Jewish lawyer husband
Rhode Island - Massachusetts’s and Connecticut’s new little boy that everybody likes even though he refuses to bathe.
Saturday, March 24, 2007
I am all that is Man!
What follows is the first of many reposts from my old blog.
Amongst men, it is common to test one's mettle against that which would make all but those of the most profound intestinal fortitude recoil in disgust! For we, who would easily place our bodies in the most unpleasant of physical circumstances (be it in the name of sport or in the pursuit of those of the fairer sex); are often otherwise overwhelmed by circumstances that would place our person (or olfactory facilities) in contact with any of the multitudes of repulsive substances.
But lo, there comes a time when a man is forced to make a choice: Suffer the consequences of a quandary unsolved; or acquire the difficulty into his own realm of manipulation and, risking the often unbearable consequences, resolve the matter by his hand alone.
To choose the former is not folly and would not reduce his status, however; to chose the latter, the man may yet gain a far greater position of acclaim amongst his peers.
So it is with a great eruption of pride that I, the humble servant of the common good and devout protector of his household. Faced with a member of the canine persuasion who, through no fault of her own, was afflicted with an overabundance of scent marking fluids, bravely placed my glove'd hand about her reward orifice and, in order to relieve her suffering and mine own, squeezed and drained her anal-sacs.
Amongst men, it is common to test one's mettle against that which would make all but those of the most profound intestinal fortitude recoil in disgust! For we, who would easily place our bodies in the most unpleasant of physical circumstances (be it in the name of sport or in the pursuit of those of the fairer sex); are often otherwise overwhelmed by circumstances that would place our person (or olfactory facilities) in contact with any of the multitudes of repulsive substances.
But lo, there comes a time when a man is forced to make a choice: Suffer the consequences of a quandary unsolved; or acquire the difficulty into his own realm of manipulation and, risking the often unbearable consequences, resolve the matter by his hand alone.
To choose the former is not folly and would not reduce his status, however; to chose the latter, the man may yet gain a far greater position of acclaim amongst his peers.
So it is with a great eruption of pride that I, the humble servant of the common good and devout protector of his household. Faced with a member of the canine persuasion who, through no fault of her own, was afflicted with an overabundance of scent marking fluids, bravely placed my glove'd hand about her reward orifice and, in order to relieve her suffering and mine own, squeezed and drained her anal-sacs.
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