Cars cars cars

I was bouncing around one of my favorite forum sites, when the topic of "Whats your opinion on the Auto Industry Bail out?" Came along, I decided to copy/paste my post, and share it here.

The core thing about it, is that you have four groups floating around screwing everything up.

First, you have the physical corporate heads at the big four who couldn't tell a spark plug from a hole in the ground, but can tell you what kind of wine is being poured on the private jet. These money grubbing slimeballs wouldn't know a decent car if they were sitting on it. They're corporate heads know nothing about engineering, manufacturing, or even consumer science. What they do know is how to lobby big government, wow thier investors, and spend cash like it all belongs to them.

secondly, you have vastly overpaid and overcushed union workers who insist on maintaining their bennies come hell or highwater. Compare the UAW to the airline industry unions, who took paycuts and benefit cuts in order to ensure that the airlines wouldn't go under. Airline mechanics can take paycuts, but auto factory techs can't? WTF.

The third trouble group is the government itself. We could have nice cars, like they do in foreign countries, if it wasn't for our own governments safety nazis and enviro weinies. Its the enviro wienies who shoot down diesel powered trucks and cars. Its the safety nazis who shoot down all the small car designs (Why not just make a law banning them from interstates, effectively keeping them on surface roads with a max speed of 55MPH?)

Finally, you have the airheaded consumers who keep buying the crap that the big four roll out. Soccer moms who insist that they need a seven passenger four wheel drive SUV to take Timmy to his ballet recitals. Why do my idiot neighbors drive F-350 Diesel club cabs with dualies on them? They live in an apartment complex for God sakes! I know they don't own a boat or even a trailer. The only thing they ever put in the bed is groceries! The one guy who owns a motorcycle loads it up in the bed of his small size truck when he needs to take it somewhere.

In the meantime, us smart consumers sit with out dreams unfulfilled.....

I want a small diesel truck. Something like a Toyota Tacoma or Chevy Colorado. But even though there are thousands in third world nations, I can't get one. The government enviro nuts say they aren't clean enough, and the big four only sells gasoline. What I'd really like is one of those Japanese mini trucks that has four wheel drive, and tops out at 55 mph. But the safety nuts are afraid I'll wreck it on the interstate, and refuse to allow them to be licensed for highway use.

I personally think that the big three should be cut apart. Let the useless sections die off, let the rest diversify and grow. I miss the time when buying a chevy truck meant you were getting a tough and reliable vehicle, buying a dodge car meant you were getting a cheapy little car that could get you from A to B. Buying a pontiac or mercury meant you were getting a nifty little speedster with just a bit more oomph then you'd expect, and buying a Cadillac or Lincoln assured you that you were riding in the lap of luxury. Now they're all the same cars, with different badges. General Motors has turned into the Electronic Arts of the Automotive world. They assimiliate great companies (Like Saturn and Saab, and even Hummer, in its own wierd oversized way) and force those companies to manufacture Borgish vehicular crap. Then they get confused when the fans revolt and buy foreign.

I figured I'd do a quick summary of whats' new in my life.
- I've been selected for promotion to Staff Sergeant, (E-5) and will sew on my new stripes in January.
-As part of getting those staff stripes, I have to complete Airman Leadership school. Its not fun. I'm doing pretty good though thus far. I still, unfortunately, suck at marching. I hope I don't injure anyone on the drill pad.
-I'm still single, though half my exes are currently hiding in dark corners plotting means and methods to get me back in their lives.
-My interest in the shooting hobby continues to grow, and my poor computer is still laboring on indefinitely, three year old CPU chip and all.
-My Saturn Ion III just turned over 40K miles.
-I'm still in Louisiana. I'm still hating it for the most part.
-I'm still plotting means and methods for getting a different AFSC.

Thats pretty much it for now. I think I'm going to go to bed now.

My slowly expanding gun collection.

LR
Its been a while. I figured I'd update my blog, starting with the gun section.

When I last checked in, I had four pistols and three rifles. Its safe to say, my collection has done some expanding since then.



I've got two new battle rifles, my Yugoslavian SKS, and my Yugo German Mauser. Both the Yugos are surprisingly good guns. The Mauser takes top honors as my prettiest bolt action, and my SKS actually gets more range time then my AR-15. I'm currently converting it to feed off of removable Tapco 20 round magazines, some people have problems with them, but my SKS seems to like the Tapcos' just fine. I've also picked up an old dog 22 rifle that I've fitted with a scope.

I've swapped out about half the guts, but I'm still not quite happy with the accuracy, and the tube feeding is getting on my nerves, so I'm pondering buying a new Savage rifle, and retiring the old Springfield 187J. I saw one today at one of the local stores for a mere 119, and I almost threw my credit card on the counter. It took a lot of discipline to walk out with the bag of ammunition I had walked in for.

I'm currently enrolled in Airmen Leadership School, and I'm thinking about giving myself a gun as a graduation/promotion gift. I'm having a hard time deciding whether I want a 5 shot 357 magnum revolver, an AK series rifle, or a new 22 rifle. I'm also considering a 22LR pistol.

Man, gift giving is hard! Especially when you're the one getting the gift!

Where'd all the good food go?

Its been a long time since I've posted anything, so here goes nothing.

I'm a foodie. I love food. I love cooking, I love eating, I love sitting around cooking and eating with friends and family. Folks, its a horrible horrible time to be a foodie.

We live in a nation dotted all over by supermarkets, and restaurants. Food is everywhere. Unfortunately, most of it sucks.

Now I ain't saying it ain't edible, nor at least somewhat nutritious. I'm not blaming Mcdonalds for our nations ever expanding waistlines. Truth is, I've dined at the golden arches on many occasions when I'm in too much of a hurry, or too lazy to cook.

But Lord, I watch the older members of my family working thier special magic in the kitchen, and I want to cry. I want to cry for every kid who's mamma or granny has never, and will never make home made rolls or biscuits. I want to cry for every kid who's never had home made ice cream. I want to cry for every kitchen in the America that has a dirty microwave, and a spotless stove.

I want to cry because I'm not near as good in the kitchen, but I want to be glad that I do know the few tips and tricks out that I do know.

-Real men love heavy metal. Cast Iron in particular. I have a nice sized cast iron skillet, and I've used it just about every day since I've got it. Bacon, ham, sausage, you can't beat a cast iron breakfast. The worlds best treat on a cast iron skillet is Texas toast. cook up some bacon or sausage, and then put a little butter on the hot skilet. When the butter melts, drag both sides of your bread through the melted butter and grease. fry it on both sides for about 30 seconds, and you have toast the way its supposed to be. I'm seriously tempted to throw my toaster out the door after that.

-Dishwashers are for dorks and forks. If you put your cast iron in the dishwasher, you are wrong. If you put your Teflon in the dishwasher, you are definitely wrong. Dishwashers are for utensils, glasses, cutting boards, and any bare metal pans that you have somehow forgotten to throw out of your kitchen.

-If it says "Organic" and its in a chain supermarket, it is wrong. Real organic fruits and vegetables are sold at roadside stands, farmers markets, and come in bags out of your mommas refrigerator. Real organic meat is either shot out in the woods, or found at the local butcher shop. Never trust a butcher shop that doesn't have live animals outside calmly pondering the last few moments of their lives. If the animals don't come in alive and leave dead, it isn't a butcher shop, its a packing facility.


-There is no such thing as organic milk in a carton. If you are drinking "organic milk" and there ain't a cow for miles around, you are wrong.

-No, it is not "all in the sauce". If it was, I'd douse cardboard in barbecue sauce, and save my money. If you're going to cook good meat, you need good meat. And good preperation, and good cooking methodology.

-Thermodynamics is your friend. A couple years welding and cutting steel is how I got my basic understanding of thermodynamics. Its hard to explain without getting into physics, but its basically provides the explanation for why a preheated pizza stone pizza is better then one on a flat cookie sheet, and why cast Iron is so awesome.

-Thermodynamics can be your enemy! Just ask anyone who has poured really cold water into a really hot coffee carafe.

-Preheat. Preheat your oven, and preheat thick cookware such as pizza stones, and cast iron.

-For really good home made ice cream, go to my grandpas house. Theres so many relatives there, they'll never notice that you don't belong. Just try to save me some. I don't know what he does, but he does it right.

-Key to good coffee? Good water first and foremost. Good clean coffeemaker, pot, and cup, secondly. and finally a good sunrise to drink to.

Dental Work and Computer components

My morning basically started at around 8AM with an AF dentist explaining the following;

"Alrighty now. First, I'm going to shoot about half a gallon of Novocaine into the back of your throat and jaw, after that I'm a take this here hammer and chisel and bust out your left upper wisdom tooth. Don't mind that beeping noise, thats just the heart monitor to the kid next door who was anesthetized. The lazy turd refuses to wake up."

BAM BAM BAM, my eyeballs are bouncing around, my sinuses are strumming and humming like guitar strings, and my heart rate picks up to the point that my chest burns. My racing heart demands oxygen. My lungs can't get said oxygen because my throat has relaxed and refuses to expand. The darkness from having a surgical towel over my eyes isn't helping the panic reflexes here. I'm feeling the blood flow race through my extremities as my central nervous system is becoming convinced that I'm about to die.

"Okey dokey, we're done. Ever had penicillin before?" "AHASDOUGSN" loosely translated as "Gee I don't know. Most docs changed their mind about prescribing me that stuff after they find out my mom is allergic to it. No point finding out the fun way right." "Well, we're going to give it to you. Heres a number you can call if it tries to kill you in your sleep."

So yeah, I wander to the base pharmacy, get my baggie o' drugs, and then crash into bed, hoping I don't die or bleed to death in my sleep, but frankly to frazzled to care.

4PM I wake up, grab something to eat, and drive out to Bass pro to look at ammo prices. I suddenly remember there is a computer store and whip into the parking lot for a looksie.

OMG! They have the case of my dreams. No stupid LEDs, no stupid patterns cut out in a Plexiglass side panel, no unnecessary PSU jumping up the price tag. Just a silky cube of black with a light trimming of Silver. A forward fan blowing air over the HDD tray, A massive rear fan, two side fan slots, everything is perfect. Everything I want, nothing I don't. Its beautiful. So yeah, I throw down a good 70 bucks for it and run home, transferring Trixies' guts over to my new box.

So yeah I've officially begun my computers Re-birthing program.

Phase I "Arctic"
New case
New cooling fans
Complied with

Phase II "Lazurus"
Intel Multicore Processor
ASUS Motherboard
1/2 capacity of RAM.

Phase III Colossus
Windows VISTA ultimate
Double the RAM to max capacity.

Phase IV WarpCore
2 ATI RADEON Graphics cards in Crossfire Configuration
Replace 160 gig PATA Ubuntu experimental drive with 500-1K Gig SATA drive
New speakers, Peripherals

I can hardly wait for phase II. I'm pretty certain I'm going to go with an LGA 775 socket Intel chip. I was an AMD fan for a long time, but you can't beat the new Intel multicores. AMDs just can't compete right now, hopefully they'll get thier stuff together. The MOBOS I keep seeing are looking pretty slick. I'm still a little stuck on whether to get DDR2 or 3 RAM. We're kind of hanging in between generations, the old stuff is dirt cheap, the new stuff is pricey and hard to come by. I'm going to have to wait until the actual time I'm ready to purchase before I decide. The RAM format also dictates the overall price of the Mo/bo.

SCOTUS for the Win!

The Heller Vs DC decision came in 5-4 in favor of not destroying the Constitution! I'm mad, and happy, all in one shot.

Of course, DC still sucks. According to the police chief, residents are only allowed one gun, and semi auto guns are still banned.

So whats a southern boy to do? First off I don't live there. But if you do, I recommend you look at one of these.


The Taurus Judge

That my friends, is a 5 shot revolver chambered for both 45 Long colt cartridges, and 410 shotgun shells. They also have longer barreled versions for those days when you want to tighten up your groups just a hair tad. Speaking of shotguns, I'm personally a big fan of the double barrel coach guns such as this Stoeger Coach Gun

Sure you only got two shots, but the short overall length makes it easier to swing around in teeny tiny apartments and stairwells.

Interestingly enough the DC police are mandating a written test before a license will be issued. Such policy was banned for VOTING because the written test was shown to be racist. ("Ooh, sorry BOY, you misspelled a word. Everyone knows that its E before I. He he he he. Looks like you won't be voting anytime soon.")

The one gun only limit is interesting. "We have freedom of press here in Russia. See we have a newspaper. We only have one. But that means we're free."

Basically, things are still overall fascist in DC, seeing all the legal traps set forth. You can't obey one law, without breaking two or more other less known laws. You can have a gun, but you can't buy it legally. Its entrapment.

But hey, now the NRA and all our allies got what it takes to go on the offensive. Time to take the Brady Campaign to task, and make Shermans March look like a Cakewalk.

Feminism pops up in the darnedest of places. I read this while cruising the Foxnews website, and just about fell out of my chair. I still can't tell if I almost hurt myself based on laughter or confusion.

AIRO, Egypt — Muslim extremist women are challenging Al Qaeda's refusal to include — or at least acknowledge — women in its ranks, in an emotional debate that gives rare insight into the gender conflicts lurking beneath one of the strictest strains of Islam.

Headline courtesy of Foxnews at http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,361166,00.html

apparently women in the middle east are mad because the menfolk want them to stay at home and raise the kids instead of going out to fight us Americans.

I almost feel sorry for the Terrorists, they got mad locals to their left, mad women to their right, and the US military shoving ordinance up their butts on a daily basis.

Silly fools.

The Spice must flow

The book Dune by Frank Herbert features a key resource, in the form of the mind altering drug Spice. The importance of the narcotic is revealed via the mantra "The spice is life, the Spice must flow."

In the internet age, the "spice" is information. As I stated earlier, there has always been bad blood between the internet community and copyright holders, there was a time when I feared that a war would break out between the RIAA, the MPAA, and the internet community.

Of course, the great cyberwar never quite happened. Looking back, there are many reasons why it never did.

First; The internet community relies on the copyright community. Total piracy would result in the loss of media. No new full length movies, no new major music projects, no new video games, no new applications. Even now the internet strives to replace many of these features, but it cannot fully compete against the software firms, interests, and resources.

Secondly, many members on the net strive to become members of the media itself. There's money in them thar projects. The kids posting their homemade movies and songs hope to someday strike it rich. The people who write free code like to think that they can prove thier talents and someday earn a job at Microsoft, macintosh, or thier favorite video game developer. Some of those who write blogs dream of someday using their writing capability to gain a paying position as a professional writer. Those dreams could be easily dashed if the individual user attains a reputation for "Unethical or Illegal behaviour". There isn't a recording label out there that will sign on an artist who illegally downloads his source materials, or samples.

Finally, the MPAA, RIAA, and other copyright companies have managed to attack the hackers and pirates in mostly a passive manner. Propaganda made by the copyright community is remixed into online parodies. The passive software that the copyright holders use, becomes a hacking game to the very hackers that the media owners are targeting. Just another peice of software to hack, another code to crack. A fascinating challenge. Can you crack the software on your Ipod? Can you get this ripped video or song to play? What fun would it be if the information was easy to obtain? The media rights holders provide a perfect opportunity for the hackers to prove their skills. Its a game of oneupmanship. The hackers are entertained, the pirates feel the rush of bypassing the security systems in place, and the data flows at a reduced rate, with an alternative path for those who don't have the skill to bypass the security measures. "Can't hack? Tough, buy the media like all the other suckers. I got mad skillz, I get my stuff for free."

In the end, regardless of whether one buys the media, or hacks it, the information flows. That is the point of internet. The transference and flow of information.

The cyber war between anonymous and COS was originally started over this flow. COS had information, the internet wanted it. A video was leaked, the internet gobbled it up, COS attempted to reign in and destroy the free information. A war ensued. The internet community smelled blood, in the form of information that the Church did not want released, that the church wished to control. And the internet moved.

Of course, this is merely a simple observation of the importance of information on the internet. with information being the critical online resource, information itself plays a key part in the ongoing cyber conflict, in the very day to day operation of the internet itself. I will definitely revisit this topic in future.

Making Rank, Anonymous Style.

Every organization has ranks, those who lead, and those who follow. Anonymous is an exception. Except its not.

In the military, Rank is derived from education, experience, time in service, and job performance. You make the prerequisites to enlist or attain a commission, and then you gain rank based on job performance over time. In the corporate world it is mostly the same. The greater the job potential, the higher the initial prerequisites. Rank is earned in the form of job titles, promotion, pay, and benefits.

So how does one gain "rank" in Anonymous? First you must show great aptitude with the technology. Much like street cred, if you do nothing, you earn nothing. Each day dozens of people make "Anonymous" videos and presentations. Suggestions, messages, orders, propaganda, etc. The better the video, or post, the more influence it attains. You must make a good presentations, you must present good ideas, relevant ideas. It takes creativity, ingenuity, and a good use of technical skill. Those with good information, good presentations, draw attention. Those with shoddy videos and posts full of irrelevant or erroneous data draw no or even negative attention.

Ie, one individual posted a video claiming that Anonymous needed to elect a central head or representative, his idea was quickly booed down by those who believed that his idea was flawed or even possibly dangerous. (IE, the poster was an enemy infiltrator trying to spread dangerous ideas) Another random individual may suggest a protest (Possibly local, possibly even international) on a specific date that is relevant to Scientology, a supposed travesty (The death of a COS critic) or the locale (The day a Scientology center opened). His idea gains credibility, the collective agrees with the message. People unify and coalesce, the protests are organized. The protests occur. An anonymous leader is born. His other ideas gain more attention, more posts potentially follow, as long as the individual keeps up the quality of his ideas, and the quality of his posts, his influence will spread.

Its a full out democratic organization, where the leaders are not leaders by appointment or election, but based on their ability to motivate and mobilize the collective, and their ability to grasp the key technologies inherent to the mission.

Where did Anonymous come from?

The history of Scientology is pretty decently documented, provided you are willing to pull the research. But what of the history of Anonymous? Where did this online community come from? How was it formed? What the heck is Anonymous? These are all valid questions.

Anonymous was originally a Meme. A catchphrase. An inside online joke. On many an online form, people would make posts anonymously. A good number of these posts shared certain trends. They had a tendency to be annoying. A tendency to be inflammatory. A tendency to say certain things that were rediculous, hilarious, and somewhat true. An so a meme was born. Somewhere out there was a single individual, hunched over his computer screen, buzzing around the internet leaving random posts at random websites, saying outrageous things purely for the entertainment value.

Interestingly enough, the law enforcement and medical community have a similiar meme. Its the story of a man called "Sumdood". Sumdood hides drugs in peoples houses. Sumdood plants pot on your property in the middle of the night. Sumdood sells stolen goods to unsuspecting victims, spikes peoples drinks, and gets into random fistfights.

And so eventually, a group of hackers and computer users were born, taking the title of thier favorite meme. They started on relatively unkown message forums, that quickly splintered into multiple forums as members got mad at Forum admins and left to start thier own websites, or recruited new freinds on other sites. Anonymous quickly gained a reputation for online pranks, tricks, and jokes, separated into two basic classifications.

Lols, and Lulz. Lols (Laugh out loud) are considered harmless pranks and jokes. Purely for entertainment value. Lulz have a darker side. The purpose of a LULz is to specifically target a group or individual for pranking. To laugh at the suffering of others.

One of the most famous Lulz occured prior to the release of the last JK Rowling book from the Harry Potter series. Various hacking and online groups united to release plot spoilers prior to the books official release date all across the internet. When the lines started gathering to purchase the books at stores various individuals would run in and shout plot spoilers to the waiting crowds, telling them what characters would die on what pages, which two characters would wind up together by the end of the book. Many fans were irritated and infuriated at this, Anonymous gained a reputation as being particularly cruel due to the fact that the prank targeted mostly children and young fans.

For the most part, Anonymous was simply a very loose group of online pranksters and hackers.

But then something happened. An internal video from the Church of Scientology starring Tom Cruise was leaked online to the popular website Youtube. Various computer users ripped the video in order to make parodies and various mashup videos. Various other websites grabbed the video in order to post on thier websites largely for the same purpose. The Church of Scientology contacted Youtube and demanded that the video be pulled. Youtube complied, as is its standard policy regarding copyrighted material. The Church then began a widespread effort to contact the other websites that had grabbed the file and have it pulled from thier servers as well.

According to unofficial rumor, things got pretty nasty. COS was threatening copyright lawsuits. Users were angry when thier parody videos and the independent creations they had made utilizing the video were being pulled. COS pretty much hunted down each and every website holding the video, and threatened them with legal action if the video, and all videos using said video were not removed from circulation.

And so you wound up with a large population of rather irate site admins and users. The internet community at large has always had a flair for stretching if not ignoring standard copyright laws.The media industry, in particular the MPAA (Motion Picture Association of America) and the RIAA (Recording Industry Association of America) have a particularly bad reputation online. But the COS was considered even worse. COS is a religion where all of its sources and relics are copyrighted. Its symbols are copyrighted, its scriptures are copyrighted, all of its associated media is copyrighted. The MPAA and RIAA is mostly known for using passive means to try to prevent pirating, (DMRA software, advertising campaigns, etc). The RIAA has on occasion managed to sue and shut down a few large file sharing websites, it has largely left alone the individual users. There was one campaign to sue individual users, but it resulted in a public relations nightmare as elderly women with file sharing kids and people with pirated wireless routers were swept up in a mass and poorly organized dragnet.

And so an online call to arms was put forth. A single video was aired on youtube, an open declaration of war. The first waves were the original hacking groups. the COS websites were shutdown if not defaced, thier printers and faxes were bombarded with "Black fax" attacks. Attacks where your printer or copier prints endless reams of sheets that are nothing but big black boxes, until the printer runs out of ink. The forum groups were joined by individual hackers and computer users, from the highly skilled computer experts down to the average computer users, so called "Script kiddies".

COS rebutted with a public relations campaign claiming religious persecution, while hiring a well known computer security company to secure thier websites. Individual users began searching out data on COS and building Anti COS videos to be posted online in order to recruit still more people and in order to sway public opinion. Eventually the online war spilled offline in the form of protests outside of Scientology buildings and churches, the first mass protests occurring in February 2008.

Anonymous did indeed start out as loose organizations, but it has taken a path that is inverse of the usual popular movement. While most popular movements start out disorganized, and slowly coalesce into more organized forms and organizations, the opposite has, and continues to occur with Anonymous. It started out as a few loose groups composed of hackers. But the call to arms was put out to all individuals, and many members strive to take their anonymity seriously. Individual computer users feel compelled to take direct action in whatever way they see fit, rather then contact a central organization or fall in line with any form of command infrastructure.

Its a simple system, you call for individuals to take action, and the individuals decide how, why, when and what action they will take. There is no organization, no true command infrastructure. This is the fluid structure that is anonymous.

So now you know where Anonymous came from, Relatively speeking. But where is it going? What are its weaknesses, if any? How do these mass numbers of individuals effect (Either negatively or positively) the efficiency and effectiveness of the group collective? More to come later.

A brief history of Cyber warfare theory.

In the beginning, there were the theorists. The US government looked at its thinktanks, and said "Tell us what you think might happen. Tell us the future of Cyber warfare," and so the thinktanks went to thier underground bunkers, postured and postulated, and came up with a scary picture of what Cyberwar would look like.

The government painted picture of cyber war was one of cloaks and daggers. hostile states infiltrating eachothers networks. Secrets being stolen, data being collected. Communications would be jammed, mainframes and intranets would come crashing down under Denial of Service assaults. Satelites would go dark, nuclear weapons would be detonated purely for thier Electromagnetic pulse properties, the ability to fry all electronices for miles around.

Of course the government was wrong, for the most part. You can't blame the government think tanks for trying, but you must wonder if we could have possibly saved money by just asking Madame Cleo to read the cards for a good idea of the future of cyberwarfare.

Granted, there are cyber spies out there. The Chinese government for one is infamous for attempting to hack into DOD computers. But does cyber spying really count as cyber warfare? In my opinion, no. Spying has always been prevelant. Machiavelli and Sun Tzu both wrote reams about the topic. Spying is business as usual. Spying is the war that is present in the absence of war. Enemies spy on eachother, allies spy on each other. Diplomats spy, and are granted political immunity to ensure their safety while doing it. The internet just provides the spy world with yet another dimension to operate in. Some spies skulk in the night, some dive through dumpsters in search of documents, and some hack the internet.

And what of all the DDOS and EMP pulse weapons? What about GPS and comm satellite jamming? Sorry, close but not quite also. Signals intelligence and electronic warfare has been part of the military equation for quite some time too. In the tactical environment it takes the form of chaff and flares, Radar jamming, radio jamming. And spyplanes that study enemy radio and radar systems. Yet again, the internet merely gives the enemy another dimension to practice a new form of the same old game.

No, we're talking about Cyber War. A new and complete form of warfare. A form of warfare where the internet isn't a side show, but the show.

Anonymous now practices this form of warfare. Its entire Command, control, and communications infrastructure is based online. Its propaganda machine is based online. Its leaders value and impact is fundamentally linked with their knowledge and ability to utilize the internet and the technology to their advantage. The only real world offline activities are the peaceful protests that they coordinate. Those are coordinated online, afterwards the videos are posted online as part of the propaganda machine. It lives on the internet, it fights on the internet, it would be nothing without the internet.

So what is anonymous? No one knows. Its not an organization, its not a club. Its not a society. It can't even really be defined as "A group of people..." Anonymous is an unknown number of individuals who has declared a cyber war on the church of Scientology due to a reason that is personal to each member of anonymous. There are no leaders. There are no foot soldiers. Coordination and participation is entirely voluntary. Terrorist groups are arranged in small cells. Tiny groups of people isolated from the rest of the organization for the purpose of maintaining operational and information security. The survival and successfulness of the cell is entirely dependent on these security measures. They must appear normal, they must go unnoticed. If they are detected, the damage must be minimized, for that reason they operate in secrecy and with a minimal amount of personal data. Anonymous takes the principles and elevates them to the Forefront. Individual members are a cell of one. Most terrorists are tripped up by their inability to assimiliate into a hostile environment, and their own pride and ego. Anonymous members pride themselves on the key to their undetectability. Their anonymity.

When you take the one aspect of your operatoins that is linked to your survival and effectiveness, and make it a key tenet of your culture, you are rewarded with a combat unit that is surprisingly resilient. Anonymous has done just that.

That is the strengths of anonymous. Of course, there are weaknessses. Those I will probably expound upon in the next post.

Pending posts and postulations on the future of Cyber Warfare

While I'm pondering out my plans to upgrade my electronics, I'm also busy brainstorming what I want my next post to be about.

How about mixing religion, technology, politics, and military matters? What the heck do all these things have in common? How can all these topics possibly be condensed into one single post topic?

Funny you ask.

You see, right now there is a bit of a cyber war going on. Its being perpetuated as a battle between a loose alliance of online hackers known as Anonymous vs the Church of Scientology. The battle is cyber in nature, seeing as how it first started online, the "first shots were fired" when hackers dragged down the COS websites, and has recently spilled into real life via mass public demonstrations and peaceful protests.

So of course you have the Cyber side of the story, A mass group of computer users trying to shut down the COS online capabilitiies.
You have the religious angle, the COS claiming that they are being harassed due to thier religion. You have the tech aspect, how the hackers manage to run these attacks and coordinate the global protests and information campaign,
you have the political aspect from how both sides run info and propaganda campaigns. The COS requests that the government do more to punish "Cyber crime" while Anonymous requests the government investigate COS and pull their tax exempt status for religious education.
The military aspect is simple. How far will this 'cyber war' go? Will it lead to other cyber wars? Will the Church of Scientology manage to push the government into reinforcing its overwatch and policing of the internet? Will Anonymous attempt to declare war on other organizations that it does not agree with? How will this effect the face and nature of cyberwarfare? A relatively new and yet potent landscape where not just nations, but anyone with a laptop and a little bit of knowledge and can strike at thier foes?

I'm still pulling my research. But until then, I hunted this video down. Its the original declaration of war posted by Anonymous against the Church of Scientology.

I hopped online yesterday and ordered a 4gig RAM kit for my Toshiba laptop, I'm planning on the eventual retirement and scavenging of my E-machine desktop. My plan is to upgrade the laptop, park the desktop offline, and then come July use my leftover clothing allowance to purchase a barebones kit and build my new computer. I'm going to scavenge the Harddrive, Power unit, graphics card, and possibly some of the fans and cabling from my old computer, but I'm in serious need of a new CPU chip, new case, new ram, and mobo. I hate to say it, but I'm also going to have to convert to Vista. (Oh Noes!)

Man, the old Emachine has chugged along nicely thusfar. About the only thing left over that is factory original is her CPU, mobo, optical drive, and case. New RAM, new PSU, Its' on its second video card, its original hard drive was gutted out, the replacement for the original is now slaved to a new 500 gig hard drive. Its on its second set of RAM, the first replacement set was scavenged from the computer before. The computer has gone through about two sets of everything. I'm surprised it turned out to be that ESD resistant. I figured I would have fried it by now. My apartment isn't exactly an ESD work lab.

In the meantime, my TV is probably going to go toast when the TV stations all go digital in 09, in any event I absolutely refuse to move it anytime, so its going to get replaced whenever I; A: have to move again, B: get bored enough to buy a new flatpanel C: it stops working due to the digital signal conversion, and I'm too lazy to get a converter D: It dies due to old age and dust inhalation.

So yeah, I'm upgrading my computers, I'm pondering upgrading my television, and I'm also considering getting a new mattress in the not too distant future because the current mattress I have is a little too soft for my back.

Theres also the fact that I've been making eyes at a cute little Ruger 22LR pistol I saw. I could really use a cheap practice pistol. Or maybe a rifle. Either way, I want a 22.

Well, today I took my staff test. Heres to hoping I made it. I won't know the results till August.

Well, today was rainy and ugly, so I went to my indoor range with the Glock, I'm hoping tomorrow has sunny skies so I can go to my outdoor range and burn some .303 through the Enfield.

The Glock19 was pure fun at the range. The grips a little wide, but the recoil characteristics are very light. Unfortunately it has an insatiable appetite for lead, and I ran my magazines empty surprisingly quick.

My ammo storage is overflowing, I'm thinking I'm going to have to get another ammo can for my 9mm luger and 45 ACP. I've got two ammo cans stuffed full of everything, and two blister packs full of 303 stocked up on the shelves. I'm sure to have a lot more ammo just as soon as I get my 45 brass reloaded. If I ever get around to that, man I'm lazy as of late.

In the meantime, I'm considering some of the new movies coming out. Iron Man looks fun, I've always been a fan of the comic book movies. The cheap theater across the street is showing Ben Stiens Expelled, a movie about how the scientific community oppresses anyone in thier ranks who dare to question the theory of Evolution. I'm thinking about hitting up both tomorrow, I might just run out to the range in the morning, catch Ben Stiens movie in the afternoon, and save Iron man for a later time. I'm also waiting for the new Batman movie to come out, its supposed to hit in July. I've always been a big fan of the Dark Knight, The Joker is my favorite villain. I'm loving the direction of this movie series, gutting all the glitz and camp and focusing on the characters.

As far as sleep this weekend goes, I kicked myself out of bed at noon today, fell asleep again at eight PM, promptly woke up at 10PM, and have been awake ever since.

I'm officially in my retraining cycle, so I've got to catch enough time at work to hit the computer and work on that little project. I'm hoping and praying for a Flight Engineer slot still, I'll take aerial gunner if I can get it, but I haven't looked at the slot sheet in so long I honestly don't know what jobs are open. Unfortunately its a bad time to retrain, too late to get a good job from the FY08 list, a little too early to solidly rely on picking up an Fy09 slot. Most the good jobs are got already, and the jobs with under manning are still hoping for a random surge of people before filing their "Please send us people!" paperwork yet.

Well, my shop just completed a big inspection, and we're finally getting a weekend off. I think I'm going to hit up the shooting range, and see how my Lee Enfield and Glock perform.

In other news, I test for Staff Sergeant next week. I have a training appointment the week after that, and a dental the week after that. Throw in the annual airshow, and my volunteering for paint your heart out, and I'm stuck doing a lot this month. Too much to come home anytime soon, a fact that really really really really annoys the daylights out of me.


In the meanwhile, my sleep schedule is all jacked up, my social life has pretty much gone from nearly nonexistent to actually nonexistent, and I haven't been working out the way I should be. Oh, and I've been eating everything that isn't bolted down. And still not gaining any weight. I think I might be up to 135 now, but I really don't know for sure.

This is turning into a wierd time for me, for the first time ever I'm starting to care about the way I look. Maybe its the fact that I haven't gone single this long since I was fifteen. I'm pale as a ghost, I'm underweight, and I've lost alot of my general muscle tone ever since I stopped moving refridgerators for a living, and started turning bolts for the Airforce. Going from a maintenance job to a desk job hasn't helped at all.

That and my clothes are all leftovers from my highschool days.

Oh well, I'm still smart. I'm still witty, and I've still got some pimpin' six pack abs. Now if only I could over this whole introvert thing I've got going on....

Yes, I am an airman. I'm not a soldier, I'm not a troop, I am an Airman. A Senior Airman to be exact. Thats E-4 for all the people who've spent enough time in the Big Machine to know what all that means,

I first visited the recruiters office in the summer of 02. I went on to meps, and was held up for a while, because I had to get a waiver for my bad knee. (Had knee surgery back when I was seventeen.) I got the greenlight, and left for basic training in June of 2003.

Basic was weird. It wasn't physically demanding. The absolute truth is you can do a lot more then you think you can when you have scary people yelling at you, making you do it. Fear is a strong motivator. I'm pretty certain that if I had a choice between stop running, and drop dead on the track, I'd have probably dropped dead. It wasn't that much of a mental challenge, once you figured out the head games involved, the tests aren't that challenging. It was mostly an emotional challenge. Getting over the frustration of knowing that what you do will never be good enough. Getting over you're own paranoia. Repressing all your nervous tendencies, (I had about a million, and I only knew about half of them) and getting the rest of the flight your side. My most memorable moment is still the first time I called my mom. Well, that and the time a kid passed out in the latrine from heat exhaustion and busted his head wide open while I happened to be standing dorm guard duty. I thought he was dead, for sure. There was also the guy who'd pray at the top of his lungs in his sleep, and the suicidal kid. (He graduated and became a Security Forces troop, figure that one out.)

After basic came two months of Electronics principles at Keesler AFB Mississippi. The weekdays were the suck, nothing like marching in 100+ temps in 90+ humidity in dress blues while carrying your airforce trenchcoat (I can't even remember the official name. To me, its a trench coat) because someone had decided that it rained enough to make it an item required for carry. The weekends were pretty nifty though, I'd walk down to the beech at night and walk along the coast. When the pictures from Hurricane Katrina came out, I recognized alot of destroyed stuff. I'm going to have to go down thier someday just to see what the place looks like now.

After two months of EP, I caught a plane and went to Vandenberg AFB in California for my real techschool, Airlaunched Missile Maintenance. I'm a southern boy, spent my whole childhood in Kentucky and Tennessee, and had only heard various rumors about California. Turns out that California does have a backwoods area, it just happens to be where they stuck the Air Force base. I also discovered that satellites getting launched into orbit make a heck of a racket, especially when you're sleeping. I went to Los Angeles a few times, and was probably lucky not to have gotten shot/stabbed/robbed/raped, etc and so forth.

After graduating ALMM school, I came to Barksdale AFB LA. I'm still here. I darted out for a quick 2 month class in electronic check out equipment at Vandenberg, but so far I've spent all time at Barksdale working on cruise missiles. From April of 04 to now. I've volunteered multiple times for multiple TDYs to such exotic places as Anderson AFB Guam, Diego Garcia BIOT, Qatar, United Arab Emirates, Iraq, and Afghanistan. I've never been selected. I did get selected for a Diego Garcia TDY, but then the TDY was first postponed, and then cancelled. Right now my dream sheet says "Conus, anywhere" and "OCONUS: anywhere." According to the chain, the only slots that are going to open up anytime soon are permanent change of station slots to Minot. North Dakota! I'm really hoping I don't get orders to Minot, I don't do good in cold climates.

So yeah I'm a Senior Airman, Missile and Space Systems Electronics Maintenane Journeyman at Barksdale AFB in Louisiana.

Those rare compulsive purchases

Well, I got another one. Bought the Glock 19 off a buddy of mine. It came with four magazines, (two 15 rounders, two 10 rounders) a speedloader, a holster, and a pistol pouch. Pretty nice if I don't say so myself.

My cute little Armory

I figured I'd throw up some pictures of my guns,
Heres' my entire arsenal, minus my latest rifle. I've owned the swords since I was a teenager. The Klingon looking thingamajiggy was a gift from one of my exegirlfriends. The rifle on top is my 1922 Mosin Nagant 91/30. The other one is my AR-15. Its a Bushmaster A2 Upper assembly fitted to an M-4 lower assembly. The three pistols are (From left to right) my Rock Island Armory 1911, my FegArms PA-63 in 9mm Makarov, and my Keltec P-11. The picture also features a Russian spamcan full of 7.62x54R ammo for the Mosin, and a sample of all my assorted calibers.

Heres a closer look, from left to right is 7.62x54R, 5.56Nato, 45ACP, 9mm Luger, 9mm Makarov, and 22LR. Sorry its all blurrylike.

The last picture is of all my rifles boxed up in my range case. The one in the middle is my latest. That my freinds, is a Lee Enfield No4Mk1 made in 1946 if I remember right. The wood is in pretty rough condition, but the steel is good, and the action is a piece of beauty. The sling, bayo and oiler both came with the Mosin, along with a magpouch that isn't in the picture. Unfortunately the Enfield only came with its magazine.

So for a recap, I own three pistols, and three rifles. I'm in the middle of negotiating with a buddy for a well used Glock19, and I have plans for other weapons but first I have to pay off the bills and save up money.

Lots to do, little time for anything else

Its turning out to be a busy week, and weekend at work. So much for making a bunch of posts. I'll see what I can do, but I promise nothing.

An appendum to the previous post

I'd figured I'd add some stuff to explain the last post, and what exactly it entails.

First of all, the post is not an excuse for the way modern men act. If anything, its a scathing review. No, I'm not trying to blame women for mens problems. The men themselves are to blame. I'm not making excuses, I'm not blaming women. I'm explaining a small part of what went wrong American families.

Secondly, there are some women who'd read that post and say something to the effect of "Thats not what what the feminist movement meant when they said "We're tired of being treated like property." "

Of course thats not what women mean when they say "I don't want to be treated like "your woman". The thing is, men aren't too good at nuances. We're kind of bad at hints in case you didn't notice. We don't do well with subtlety either. We are good at following exact instructions. If you tell a man to do something, he will generally do it. Exactly as you say it. If you say 'The trash in the kitchen stinks, take it out." he will indeed take out the trash. The trash in the kitchen, that is. Just don't be surprised if he doesn't take out the bathroom trash, the living trash, the bedroom trash, or any other trash in the house either. Also don't be surprised if he puts the bag in the bin outside, but doesn't move the bin over to the curb for tomorrows trash pickup. In the Airforce, its a common condition among the lower ranks. If you tell an A1C to do something, he will do exactly what you say. No more, no less. If you tell him to clean a room, he'll do it. But he'll leave the broom closet in a mess, and drip Lord knows what on the floor to and from that room.

So women said "I don't want to treated like some mans personal property." and a bunch of men listened. They did exactly that. They quit caring if their girlfriend wasn't happy. They being responsible for what the kids did, or whether or not the kids were being good. As far as they were concerned, the woman could fix her own problems, and the kids belonged to her.

Now, if you still don't like what I've had to say, too bad. If you just read this, and are confused, then read the post below. All of it.

Feminism: Who it really liberated

I'll warn you now, this post has the potential to offend. Send all hate mail directly to me. I don't care. I only ask that if you do start reading this, you have the forethought to finish it. All of it, yes I know its long, yes I know you'll probably be mad. Just trust me on this, read the entire post.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I was pondering womens liberty today, along with basic gender roles, the adaptability of the human race, the laws of unintended consequences, so forth and so on.

In some ways, I am a feminist. I'm also a masculinist. I am primarily an Individualist.

Here's one of the things that many women don't understand about men. We don't do communal property. There are things that are mine, and things that aren't mine. I take care of my stuff, everything else can go to hell for all I care.

Perfect example, look at restrooms. Go to any church, any company with a decent number of female employees, go to my shop in the airforce, and you will notice something. Mens restrooms are typically disgusting. Even if they are clean, mens restrooms are very impersonal. You will not see any artwork in a mens restroom, unless it installed when the bathroom was built or last renovated. There will be the floor, the ceiling, the walls, the plumbing fixtures, privacy dividers, and possibly a few notes or posts put up by the cleaning crew or corporation. (No Smoking, Clean daily, Employees must wash hands,etc) Womens restrooms however, have a tendency to look nice. Its not just that they're cleaner. They're personalized. Women have potpourri and wicker furniture in their bathrooms, women have decorations and pictures in their bathrooms.

Why? Because the women who usually use that bathroom, consider it to be "their" bathroom. They were the ones who dragged in the furniture and made everything look nice. They chase the cleaning crew around when Their bathroom needs supplies, or a good scrubbing. If there is no cleaning crew, they'll personally clean it and stock it themselves. The men don't do this. Why? Its not because we like having a filthy, cold impersonal bathroom. Its not because we're lazy and slobbish and don't care. The answer is simple. "Its not my bathroom."

You go to my bathroom at home, its decently clean. There is plenty of toilet paper, medicine, and all other assorted supplies I consider necessary. I have blue towels, because I like the color blue. They're color coordinated with the shower curtains, the toothbrush holder, and my shaving mug. I feel disgusted if I walk into my bathroom, and its dirty, I clean it whenever I have the time. If I'm out of something, I shoot out to Wal-mart and get more. And yet, I have no problem using the stinky dirty bathroom at work with the rusted dividers. I steal TP from other stalls, I leave messes. Why? Its not my bathroom.

This theory of ownership carries through to all a mans valuable possessions. The car buffs buy high quality parts for their cars, and wax the paint every weekend. The Computer junky will disassemble his desktop weekly all the way down to the case just blow out every nook and cranny with expensive canned air. Dad will spend all day trimming his lawn, killing the dandelions, weedeating and watering and mulching.

I grew up in a very feminine house. There were doilies on the coffee table, there were pretty pictures in the dining room. The kitchen had pretty floor mats in front of the sink and refrigerator. The bathroom had a stack of maxi pads a foot high next to the toilet. There were only 3 places that didn't follow this trend. My room, The garage, and the smoke house. My room was my room, I decorated how I saw fit, and got mad when mom came into my room and moved my stuff. The garage and the smoke house (It started life in the 40s or 50s as a smokehouse, dad converted it into a utility shed) were dads spaces. As far as mom and sis were concerned, it was "our" house. Our families'. As far as I was concerned (and dad too probably) It was moms house, we just lived there. The only places we owned was our spaces. Mom decided what decorations to hang, mom decided where the furniture went. Granted, it was dad and me that moved it. Mom asked dad once what he thought about it. Dad recommended a different layout to the living room furniture. That was the shortest furniture arrangement in history. Mom didn't like it, so the furniture was moved yet once more.

So heres' the basic idea. Men take care of what they consider to be their personal property. I take care of MY computer. I take care of MY car. I take care of MY guns. Dad took care of HIS kids. Dad loves HIS wife. Mess with my dads wife, or my dads kids, and bad things will happen. Trust me, I've seen my dad mad. The maddest I've ever seen him, was when someone did something he considered wrong concerning, mom, me, or sis. I vaguely considered jumping out of a moving car, it was so scary, and was eternally thankful he wasn't mad at me.

Now, what was the point of modern Feminism? One of the key tenets of modern feminism was to destroy the old patriarchal society. Why? When asked, the feminists would usually say "Because we're tired of being treated like property."

First off, I think the statement is off target by just a quarter of an inch MOA. The true problem was first that women were not being denied basic human rights. The second problem was that women were being treated as an inferior class of citizens. But thats not important, what was important was what was said. "I don't want any man considering me to be his property!"

You see, the women were automatically assuming that a man considers his possessions to be inferior. Men 'own' things for the sake of controlling, exploiting, and eventually destroying them. I'm not saying that in some cases this isn't true. But it is generally not true for an honorable man.

For an honorable man, ownership implies responsibility. If you give an honorable man a dog, he will automatically assume responsibility for the dog. He will feed it, he will give it water. He will pet it, and play with it, and put on his clothes late at night to let it out for a walk. He will let it jump into bed with him late at night if its thundering outside and the dog is scared. His dog is his responsibility. He is committed to its welfare and quality of life.

I don't own a dog right now, but I have before. I take care of my guns, because I may someday have to trust my life to them via self defense. I take care of my car, because I trust it to get me out and about and home safely. If I don't take care of the engine, it may die on me. If I don't take care of the brakes, and the steering, I may wind up getting hurt in an accident.

I've totaled several cars, to the point that I have a farewell ceremony for when I total a vehicle. After all the paperwork is filed, after I've removed my possessions, and signed the wreckage over to the junkyard, I pat the drivers' side pillar and I thank the car for all the memories, for keeping me safe, for letting me walk away from an accident that could have very well injured or killed me.

When you tell a man that you don't want to be treated as property, what you are saying is that you don't want him to think of you as "My girl." or "My woman." or "My wife."

Saying so absolves him of all responsibility to you. He's not responsible for your fiscal wellbeing. He's not responsible for your mental wellbeing. He's not responsible for your emotional wellbeing. He is not responsible for you.

Most of you are probably saying "Well good. Thats the way I want it."

Heres the kicker. If he isn't responsible for it, at least for a tiny, itsy bitsy part of it, he has no reason to care about it. Your problems are your problems. Not his. You fix them. Your unhappiness is your unhappiness, you fix it. If you ain't happy, so what? He has no responsibility to you. You aren't his woman. what does he care?

You're like the neighbor with the ugly yard, and the junk car. "Our neighbors have a nappy yard and a junk car on blocks in their drive way." he says "Yeah, the lazy bum should probably go out and fix his stuff." you say "I'm not happy." he says "Well, fix it." Your not his woman, he has no responsibility to do anything for you.

The sad part for men is, this attitude destroys alot of our own opportunities to be happy. Nothing makes a man happier then taking care of his possessions, of validating his personal qualities via excelling in our personal responsibilities. I feel awesome when I get a promotion, why? I took care of my job. I feel good when my bathroom is clean. Why? Its my bathroom, its my responsibility to clean it, and I did so. Slamming the hood down on a car after you just installed about a grand worth of new parts feels good. Reassembling a thoroughly cleaned gun feels good. Completing the mission feels good.

A man who doesn't take responsibility for "His woman" will never feel good when he sees her smile. He'll never feel feel happy when she succeeds at something she's set her mind to. Its her responsibility. Its her success. He didn't have a thing to do with it. Possession is a transference of responsibility. You carry out that responsibility via commitment. Men who lack a sense of possession lack of a sense of responsibility. Without the sense of responsibility, they are unable to commit to anything.

Why can't women find men who want to commit? Because those men refuse to be responsible for anything save their own possessions. The women these men have met before refused to give them anything to be responsible over. Because they were afraid of transferring ownership of any part of themselves over to a man.

Now lets mix these ideas of Ownership, responsibility, and Commitment to a whole new can of worms. Abortion. The holy of holies of the feminist movement.
Why must women have the right to abortion? "Because Pro life destroys a woman right choose when she is going to procreate." One of my favorite feminist slogans is "Its my body, My choice!" Yes, you are correct, Heres' the thing though

When you say "Its my body, my choice" you are taking full ownership of the entire situation. "My body, my choice." reads to most men as "Her body, her choice, her pregnancy, her abortion, or her baby." You absolve the men involved in your pregnancy of all responsibility, and all commitment. You are the one in charge. Its your responsibility. As a matter of fact, the only entity willing to hold the man responsible, in any way shape or form, is the government. In the form of child support.

So now the man is in a heck of a fun situation. He has no say so or possession of the fetus. Its yours. Since it is your body, and you were the one party risking pregnancy during intercourse, that means any unexpected pregnancy is your fault. "You should have took your birth control! You should have gotten on birth control. You should have insisted on a condom." even if protective measures were in place, the pregnancy is still your problem. You are the one who's pregnant. So now you turn and ask the man "Well, should I get an abortion, or should I carry it to term?" He says "How should I know, its your pregnancy, you decide." Can't blame him much, it is YOUR body, and it is YOUR choice. If he tried to talk you one way or the other, he'd be screwed. If he tells you to get an abortion, he'll be trying to bail out of paying child support. If he tells you to carry it to term, then he's just forcing you to follow his personal political and ethical views. Either way, he has no right to tell you what you can and can't do. He has no experience to help him tell him what he should and shouldn't do. Its all your personal choice.

But this makes everything that much more fun, because now it trigger locks you. Any negative experience is directly your fault. Say you get an abortion, and now you feel guilt and remorse. Not his problem, you were the one who got the abortion. Say you carry to term, and now your undergoing all the stress of being a young first time mother. Not his fault, you could have gotten an abortion.

True fact, if I'm at a buddies house, and he's working on his car, I accept no responsibility for any mistakes he makes. "Man, those wires I bought broke!" Not my fault, he should have bought better quality wires. "Man, These new cables were expensive. I don't know if I'm going to be able to get my turbo kit now." Not my problem either. Its his parts, his car, his project, his problems. I'm just a bystander. I was there, but I had nothing to do with the situation.

The same thing happens to you, the mother. Its your body, its your pregnancy, your choice, your problems. If bad things happen, its not his problem. If you can't handle the emotional baggage of getting an abortion, its not his problem. If being mom stresses you out, its your problem.

Roll into this further by the rule of continuing the trend. If you get pregnant, and your not "His woman" suddenly your pregnancy isn't "his pregnancy" which means that your kids aren't "His kids". As one comedian once said, "I'm only vaguely aware that there are a bunch of short people running around the house." The trend continues. A man who doesn't care about "His woman" won't care about "his wife" nor "His kids".

You didn't transfer any ownership. You didn't transfer any responsibility. He is incapable of committing to anything that isn't his. When you look at him and say "Why don't you take care of your kids?" He's going to say "My kids? Your the one who had them. They're your kids. You could have gotten an abortion."

The only people who gave that father any form of ownership, was the state government, who told him that they were his kids, hes' responsible for keeping them clothed, keeping them fed, and keeping the child support checks rolling.

Funny, notice how many modern day fathers only focus on these areas. Many kids nowadays complain that dad never cared about them, he just cared that they didn't starve, had shoes on their feet, and that the only thing they ever got from their dad was a child support check once a month?

You give a man responsibilities, and he will take care of his responsibilities. Men are graded by their responsibilities. Want to know the difference between a good man and a bad man? Look at what he's responsible for. A good man will take care of his pets, his cars, his guns, his computers, his job. A bad man will not.

As long as that man takes care of that which he has given responsibility for, he will consider himself successful, and will be happy. As long as the grass is mowed, the the dog is fed, the car is running, the computer is running, and the apartment is clean, he will be moderately content.

There was a time when this same rule passed on to wifes and children. Today, that is largely gone. Why? Because women told men that they didn't want a man to think of them as "theirs". Suddenly, a mans woman wasn't his woman. Which meant that his wife isn't his wife. Which meant that his children aren't his children. His family is not his family. His home is not his home.

The modern males in our society did not give up these responsibilities. Quite to the contrary, these responsibilities were never given to them, as a matter of fact these responsibilities were withheld from them. With out the responsibility there can be no commitment.

So who did feminism liberate? The women still have husbands, and boyfriends, and men, and children. They still have homes. They now have jobs. The men, are no longer responsible for their women, thier families, nor their homes.

Feminism liberated men. We're no longer expected to be the husbands we once were. We're no longer expected to be the fathers we once were. We are not expected to head the household like we once were. The only punishment for not taking the responsibilities once given is a taste of social derision from the women who've they've involved themselves with (Like that is a threat. These men are used to women who aren't happy, and blame the women themselves for not being happy) and the old fashioned men who don't understand why a man could just turn his back on what we perceive (And he doesn't) to be his responsibilities.

All is not lost though, there are still a few old fashioned men around. Men who nod and say "yes dear" but still won't truck with anyone hurting "my woman". Men who do their absolute best to make "their woman" happy. Who worry if she isn't happy. Men who will hold a womans hair when she's sick and throwing up. Men who love "Thier children". Men who take care of that which they possess. Its their family, its their wife, their kids, their house. What kind of man doesn't take care of that which he possesses? He puts gas in an empty tank, because its his car and he needs to get to work. He trims the yard, because its his yard and he wants it to look good. He loves his wife, because she's the best thing in his life, and he wants her to be happy, and to know how much he loves her. He takes care of his kids, because he knows that their behavior reflects on him. He wants them to succeed, to be happy. He is proud of them when they succeed, he comforts and encourages them when they fail, and he disciplines them when they do wrong. Not out of anger, not out of spite, but sternly, logically, and with the goal of teaching them a lesson they need to carry with them their entire life.

But as for the rest of my gender, they've slipped their bonds, and are free to roam. They are children in the summer. They have no responsibilities, no commitments, no worries. They aren't truly happy, children still cry no matter how nice the weather, they still pout no matter how big the playground, no matter how long the day. They'll never truly be happy. They'll play with their toys until they die, having never grown up, never graduated to something better then a faster car, a bigger hard-drive, and a prettier apartment, a quicker computer. But they are free. Free to be children with no responsibilities, no commitments. Nothing to drag them down.

What a fascinating turn of events. What a tragedy.

I figure its time to introduce myself. I've spent a good amount of time writing side blogs at other websites. Places like online diaries, bolt.com (now gone) myspace and facebook. I figured it was time to crack open a can of creativeness and make a dedicated blog.

More is soon to come, just as soon as I root through my stuff and find all I want to put here. I'm sure to write up some original stuff for this site, but first I'll probably copypaste some of my older things.

As far as what kinds of topics to expect, I plan on posting my opinions on guns, politics, faith, WW2 history, military technology, and I might throw in some creative writings and current events just for fun.