Monday, October 10, 2016

Why Allowing P3s Into Our System Is Like Baring Your Ass For A Spartan With A Large Spear

   I voted against P3s when I moved back to Regina after living in Calgary for several months, but
not being able to afford a basement apartment in that city after all the hidden fees, extra taxes
and fraud allowed by business I came back, after quitting two jobs that did not pay me what they
told me they would. Later I would find out Brewsters, north on Shagannapi trail, Calgary did not eventually file their taxes correctly. And I was to find I could not afford my classes because they are allowed to remove student loans from your bank account without trial or any process, never mind due process.

    But when I came back in January 2001 it did not take 2 months for the phone company to disconnect my phone (as I was told it would by Calgary's main phone company which is not privatized but must provide service to those that are... for free thus slowing everything down). I did not have to pay for a 5 year drivers license that I must pay all at once. My car taxes insurance premiums never did go up to $2400 a year from around $300 because I was a young mail, and when you allow P3s into your system you allow them to change the law so that they can charge whatever they like if they feel a minority is at high risk to them. Never mind at that age many people want to start a family and can not afford a car and this endangers children. I have heard of 3 newborns dying solely because of the cold in Canada, and I am sure the statistics are staggering. But we don't care about that we are P3s! We can do what we like we don't care about anything! Unless it costs us money, and not only are we going to fuck you and your system up we now own your system and there is nothing you can do to change exactly how it works! 

    And that is just some of the specifics. Let me back off and say what I draw out of all of this, and some recent news that the Sask Party, who I will say I would never vote for, is blaming low government income and record high taxes for wanting to privatize one of the few phone companies that makes sense in this country. Of course those who have scammed Calgarians and other groups, waltz in here and spout their mouths off and try to make the scam look all pretty. But this is the proverbial horse you should look in the mouth of, before it is too late. Like it was for Calgary.
This is the central math that people are not aware of. When a group comes in and takes over, like the P3 that took over our water has, they no longer answer to the government, they no longer refund their income to the government, but pocket it. And then they will not upgrade infrastructure. And this is the part of the scam that really hurts because most naive voters, who are happy with a phone call telling them to vote “yes”... and not asking “hey isn't someone calling me to tell me how to vote illegal?” ends up going. They are not telling you to vote this way for your own good. It is because they are receiving kick backs and flat out bribes. Also that group that is not reducing your money, is making two people rich and those two people have no problem converting that money into bribes / extortion rackets / lawyers and lobbyists to fight the city.

    Add to this mess that comes in, not with one company but usually with more P3s, they will tell you that you can not change the law to make them pay to upgrade or fix, or even to use the infrastructure that they use. All changes, all upgrades made are now paid out of your taxes, the ones that are currently not being used except to reduce taxes in the rare case of upgrades.

    There are massive amounts of infrastructure upgrade needed, the old head of Regina City Water informed me before he quit his job due to me and others “constantly badgering him over bad water quality because the city refused to pay for the upgrades.” The old plant needs upgrades. Most of North Central and the older parts of the city, such as Cathedral and the Core need serious infrastructure upgrades, and the old work done in Hillsdale is rife with bad infrastructure done by shoddy contractors. A friend of mine, Steve McLellan found that the pipes leading into his home were made out of asphault wrapped in cardboard... something never approved by the city. And I hope this is not endemic of what that area looks like, but suspect it may be. 

    If the emergency “repairs” done to North Central last year, and then removed, are any sign of what is to come, what is to come is probably not good and I will be selling my home, and moving out of the country. Where this sort of thing and property values fluctuating between $80,000 and $700,000 for virtually the same thing are not an issue.

    So Sask Party, why would something that in the short term results in tax increases be used to lower taxes? If this is like your case of trying to find savings of $200M and only coming up with $2M, and are you just retarded or can you not pull out a calculator for 5 seconds and calculate what the cost of
your evil and Draconion measures will be on the electorate that hired you. If I hear about any more shoddy math, and name-calling over intellectual dialogue, and a systematically positive government ethics I will be calling to have your group dumped from parliament. I think you will be off the bill, and everyone's bill next election at the rate you are going. If you think that we will pay any of your bills from now into fortuity you are entirely wrong. And if you think further governments will stand for your ignorance and allow P3s to continue their dereliction and other evil actions uninhibited by the law, you are also wrong.

    The only option is that we get rid of P3s entirely and we bring in a required upgrade schedule. Every 50 or 80 years it needs a full overhaul in Regina and that should be implemented now, while only the old areas need upgrades. Although it is easy to go with a spend-thrift and go easy rate, giving the new areas a double vote in regards to changes because they are paying higher taxes, it is possible to miss the large picture in finding the reason for these high taxes already.

    I would also like my $50 a month back now that the Colleseum to Riderdom is built, and we are back to having a less than desirable team once again.

Wednesday, March 16, 2016

I am I who am I?  A dream, a possibility within a dream that is constantly confused and complicated by reality.  Before we are born are we told that there is a possibility we don't exist?  That there are rules one must abide by even if one does not want to.

A soul looking out from the beyond at every planet has time to choose a body, a dream, a destiny that it knows will be destroyed once it exits from the whole, full the mature digital soul.  It is perfect, yet unknown, everything at once, but nothing.  The everything in nothingness is us before we are the dream that commands that gets in line gets in cue to be born, is perhaps judged on its network within the probabilities of determinant reality, told what can be, who we are.  And the moment we are born each day we learn, grow become what we could only have imagined as a part of the infinite, the human soul, some call Chlerb, the human soul, the oversoul, God.

But what God exists, other than the root nature of man.  An ascetic can live the most pure life, judge not, yet make only the right and pure decisions.  Kill, because one has to to live.  Fight, because evil can not be beaten if it is not defeated, sometimes physically.  The purest soul might thus live far away from society in the mountains, yet find themselves driven to a sound body to derive a sound mind.
Yet how limited is life without the interaction driven by other souls?

Every Christian in the past has longed to be something other than human, yet found themselves voting, prejudged, every word they believed in taken out of context, and every truth ran over decade by decade at a time.

Every Muslim has held true to their faith, yet seen it destroyed by those that would sacrifice their fellow human beings for no other cause than faith.  A faith, like every faith tainted by the endless wars humanity finds itself stuck in.

Every pagan or Pagan, or ascetic and devoted follower of any religion has lived a virtuous life in their own faith, and been met by the scorn of lesser peoples with lesser minds.

Always an escape from the rules and structures of the world, in order to live a divine and pure life has been thwarted by the structure of our world, and the humanity of the humans in it.

There is a way past the carelessness of the Tora, of the Old Testament, of the Koran.  These are good rules for an old way of living.  But with the corruption of the world, we will soon seen it all over run by everything, by Moloch, by the Demon Greed made incarnate, by the endless corruption that is the pettiness of others driven by immorality, and inane compunctions for selfishness multiplied over and over by current social structures that have purported goodness, wealth, satiety and have provided myself and many others without that.

As one with an enlightened and visionary soul, I have lived a life beyond the norm, seen every extreme, and have been tempted by Greed, by The Alien Legion, by all we face in this world.  Yet, I have turned from it to decide my own fate by my own terms.  Often this has left me with less friends as there are many petty people who would love to take someone down and destroy the greatest, over their pettiness.  It is a demon in humans that wills one to all believe the same thing.  One should and must, as one is born in their hearts to know, be led by their own inner vision.

My heart sings.  My soul thrives.  I live on.  Yet I dream of a sentience beyond this, that others can ascend to my level of intellect and vision for the world.  Where all can love and be loved, and never be judged.  Where we can enter a virtual world where all illnesses are forgotten, where others bond, and form commun-ality and community.

VR (or Virtual Reality) Culture is coming fast, like a drug we will have to limit it each day.  But when it has arrived we will feel like we are limiting our interconnected-ness our full and total being, from living in a world and a structure where finances, where culture, all mean nothing.  A thought form a dream, a virtual world can be created in a second, whereas hearts can be broken in an instant on earth.

Thursday, January 22, 2015

The Hungering Boat of Gaming -- a Satire

Something funny that I wrote today, and thought I'd share.

The Hungering Boat of Gaming

The game is canceled,
Oh woe am I to have lost the boat
what long yon wondering shore have I traveled down
upon this road of hungering tortuous misery!

I had a bag of gems before me,
as in a dream but now all that I could stand upon
what heights to reach for 5d6 upon the heavenly shore
have been lost to me!

Oh marvel have I at the marvelous universe
as if we were superheroes destined for our roles to play.
But yet forget me not, it shall be a flower to pin
upon my breast with vessels of times that were not to be.

How many have fallen before the mighty sword
or rolled upon the floor, like dice
the head's of the gallant's bane?!
Yet betide such misery
the times are young, good Yoric
I shall place thee upon the shelf
along with my vestments and tapestries
the dice, the figurines, the books, the paper
and the Mountain Dew, the cheese to melt upon my tongue.

Yet, this day shall not beshrew all of misery,
I dream of heaven and its wide arms open wide
to all who have gamed before and ever will,
and all the mighty characters in times of yore.

Bold blue Bahumat belike a bitching Buddha
But do not strike me down!
Nay while life is just a blink in the cosmos,
The dice will roll again!
Though the game today is dead,
and I must lay my sword down by my side
to rest, too long, to lay astride the horse
that destiny may yet bestride it's comeuppance upon the course of day
to save all that has been made short of the file
and strike villainous fate and misery a fell blow lo!

Though next time we meet we shall play...
the game more planned shall win the day
Long live the Day of Game!

The cancelled game day will one day be but a memory
in a tome of old shrouded under dust behind lock
and key within an ancient crypt which too
shall meet the dust of tombs and kings,
never to rise again but in the mists
of poetry and the blink of the dice.

Marvel Superhero Universe we love you
and shall yet game upon thy dainty bits
and taste the feasting morsel;
suck out the marrow of the day again.

-- Zombie Mike

                                                                        Jan 22, 2015

Thursday, February 21, 2013

The Cheapening Of Oral Tradition

I have been thinking lately of all the wonderful stories that my grandparents would tell me as a child for bedtime stories, and at other times.  I miss these stories and legends.  I just saw Handsel and Gretel which reminded me of an old story I'd like to reprise that went like this...


What if the Christmas tale was as simple as:
Claus stood upon the rise, staff in hand, and asked the Gatekeeper, "May I pass?"
"No, but I can sell you a Christmas card for $5.99 will that do?"
And what if there were more legends and tales to tell, about Santa, and his role in bringing gifts to humankind.

The Cheapening of Oral Tradition

   (c) 2013

         Upon the stony rise the legendary warrior near met his match, such was the howling wind, and the banshee fury from the north whose chill touch virtually tore the life from his human skin.  Claus (pronounced: Clow +ss) was a warrior, and a man of legend.  And he was a man and a mission and would not let ice, nor sleet, nor snow stop his climb up the steep cliff.  Yet this was the only pass that led into the Vale of Winter's Night beyond for many many miles.
         He trode forward pushing his virtuous and virile face to the wind.  It had been Summer from the land he had come from.  In his hand the mighty staff of Sigdis, that the sage of his hamlet had leant him.  He had been young when he had started his path, beyond the rises of Krodor, near the beautiful Homlin's Vale.  It was indeed the most scenic place in all the lands of the One Kingdom. 
         At last he came upon the gate, and found a tale figure standing nearby.  Neither man nor woman, young nor old.  The large figure with spidery fingers stood, guarding the way to the warrior's fate.
   Before Claus could say a word the stranger figure spoke.  His voice boomed through the land in a deep bass, yet fingers of a wise humanity also echoed through its strange music.  "Who is it that comes."
         "It is I, Claus, warrior of Homlin Vale."
         "And why, should I let you pass, Claus?  I know all things so do not lie to me?"
         "Who are you then, that I should answer you?"
         "I am the guardian to this gate to the kingdom.  And if you don't answer truthfully I will see to it that you shall never face."
         Claus ran his fingers over the surface of his enchanted staff.  Brute force might teach this sappy spiderling a lesson, yet diplomacy, he had found was a sweeter brew to suckle on.
         Claus answered, "I am Claus, a warrior.  I have come because an ancient legend told me that I must face the Ice Queen in the land's past Kordor, past Kingdom of the Shade, I might find the Vale of Winter's Night, that leads to the lands beyond."
         "The legends do not speak of a battle."
         "'I wish that my lands must always remain winter,' The Good King, Weincelaus told me. "And thus he sent me force to destroy that fell Witch whose icy hands clutch my land in ice and snow, and all life is turned to death when her dark embrace falls upon my land."
         "Not all die.  Humans do not."
         "Yet we must suffer.  No seeds may be sown, the bitter winds make it almost impossible to travel, we must burn fires that harm our lungs.  And the cold is most unbearable we would all say."
         "And you think defeating her will stay this plague upon your lands?"
         "Yes it will, and by defeating her I will increase my lot, and win the hand of a fair maiden."
         "Yes, certainly a maiden will you fall for.  And how do you know I am not in league with those beyond."
         "Those beyond would not bar the icy pass that will suck the life out of most mortal men.  The path so far has been a battle.  I would expect all who enter might die, as only dark things leave the entrance."
            "It is not as cold in there as Canada, but it is quite cold.  And you speak sagely.  I keep things out.  But you I will let in, if only in time to be defeated."
         Even as the guardian moved to let him through the gate, Claus spat upon the ground,  "The orcish knaves that dogged my path, near Krondor did I slay them.  And the wolves have harangued me on the way.  Yet I have been led in day by the morning's light, and in night by the light of the moon.  So I have had my allies thus far.  I don't need you or your league of temperance."
         "No, the bottle will be your sage if you enter there.  But mayhap something good will come of your demise, and so I will let you through."
         "You are the strangest to think I would die without a fight."
         "I will not fight you, certainly."  There was a mild howl in the wind, and I took that for a chuckle.

Thursday, July 19, 2012

The album has been unleashed!

Yes, at long last Cyurus Razor's album is out!  (aka the author of this site) I know for those who have followed this campaign through the foothills it has been a long process, and it certainly was for me to. This album has been a challenge and a joy to produce. It has brought up tears and pain, and a very long time of introspection and self-realization for me. But I hope it will bring you the joy of a good listen.

Monday, July 2, 2012

Looting The Dragon: Prohibition And The Real World

Looting the dragon’s treasure before the adventure begins (How the Saskatchewan and Band governments are allowing Draconian Measures before fully considering what leads to the problems.)  Alcoholism is not so easy to defeat as a simple swipe of the hand, there are far deeper problems to take into account, and laws that have been dictatorial and heavy-handed often hurt as much as they help.

I’ve had some heated debates recently with some who think that b/c of the problem with alcoholism on reserves it is good that a local one has approved this.  I call this in terms of D&D or your favourite FRPG of choice “looting the dragon’s loot before doing the adventure and even knowing there is a dragon or monsters involved”.  The monsters of course being the problems on the road to a solution.  Simply saying “you can’t drink” and passing a law does not solve anything.  Even if the law was followed, which doesn’t make sense to an alcoholic with transportation, and denying the constitutional challenges which could easily come of it (as these measures were never fully supported in Saskatchewan).  People don’t drink because it’s legal or illegal they drink because they are depressed.  They go to parties and continue drinking, realizing they are momentarily happy, and got something of what they were looking for, however short term the “bliss” may be.  Then they continue drinking later.  This however misses the point, in a fashion similarly short-sighted to the draconian laws being instituted on reserves today.

Let’s write up some characters, and open up the adventure then.  Stealing the loot from an unseen dragon will be our doom, but nevertheless let’s attempt this fool’s quest!   If you deal with the “goblins and ghouls” ( otherwise known as problems) in a normal order and the experience needed to finally defeated the “lord of the dungeon” in this case a dragon, it will not only make so much more sense it will prevent said dragon from eating each and every member of the party (not saying there will be no losses along the way).  Anything worth doing in life is risky.  It’s a packaged deal.

The problems on reserves are multifold: lack of good year-round work and education, intolerant social attitudes, and rising costs are barriers to people living full lives.  Gangs, and drug-use are also an issue.  There are frequent news reports of poor and unsanitary water quality, mines leaching into the ground, lack of full health care, frequent solvent and gas abuse, climate change, and such.  Of course there are many plus sides: it doesn’t have to contend with urban squalor, its scenic, there is less discrimination on a reserve.  Federal funding has been reported as improving prior to the current government, if slowly.

Why prohibitionism never works:

Recently I’ve had some heated debates about dry states, and counties, and reserves etc.  Did you know Jack Daniels main plant is in a dry state?!!   I’ve had some years to research, and debate with others the pros and cons of prohibition-style idealism.  Not hard to come up with this kind of topic of discussion , when you leave a stone’s throw from from Moose Jaw, which provided Chicago, and much of the Northern “dry” US with alcohol during the original prohibition era 100 years ago.  A time that had been heatedly debated and argued over, and is widely considered a total flop, and has been for a century for history enthusiasts.  The US FDA spends over a billion US a year on efforts to curb drug use.  And drug use is on the rise.  Although I don’t have the pertinent Canadian numbers I think it would be fair to say that our government has been similarly effective in putting an end to the problem by skipping out on the 27 dungeon rooms in the adventure.  Which is to say: not at all!

So even if alcohol was not being smuggled in, and was not available a hop skip and a jump away… it seems a lost cause.  Yet, all is not for naught intrepid adventurers: since you have come this far on your journey, then you may get to at least gaze upon those buried treasures available only after killing the dragon.  If you are careful enough you may sneak up on the dragon in its sleep, thus getting a surprise attack, with all the cumulative bonuses accrued.

If we can bring people closer together, and ignore the simple rules of servitude that kept our forefathers down, and fighting wars forever we can realize that with better access to modern tech, as well as a strong social structure and backbone about defending Indian, women’s and peoples rights in general.  If we stand up to big business and big government gluttony and put the power back into the hands of the people who build our society, we will conquer much in the end.  It is a hard and a dark path being a human, but with our intrepid and dedicated spirit we will move on into the future more aware and self-realized.  And not having given into the simple lust to govern without any semblance of sensibility that is so often lacking in the sorry social and political climate of the day.

In this day and age of great tech, and big government it is easy to forget the original goal of all these institutions: to keep people, free, and happy, and living life productively.  If our rules don’t help these, these are pacts with demons not to be entered into, in my opinion.  I think prohibition is a bad idea, all told, and only leads to illegal, and unconstitutional laws, with a great tendency toward fundamentalism.  More private and public spending on real issues, not on things no one gives a damn about should save the day.  Even if it is a wild path, strewn with difficulties.  It is the only sensible path in the end.

Saturday, June 16, 2012

Up And At 'Em!

I have a new round of stories going out this month, so far no love from publishers, on my best 2 short stories.  I’m throwing together a “cowboys and aliens” western story… like the movie, not the pulp magazines.  I’m having a blast with this sub-genre hidden and inveigled by the double-meaning of the writing trade.

Also I finished off 6 pro-level songs last week.  And I’m very proud of it.  I really got into the whole H.G. Wells Time Machine soundtrack thing and envisioned the deep dark culture of the Morlocks, and how it would sound deep and hollow to us, yet like love to them.  Foreign and profane, yet there is a part of all of us that would love to hide in a deep dark hole and work all day for our mentors. . . well maybe not that.  Lol!   But there is a reclusive part of all of us that acknowledges the craziness of that thought, and how it would split humanity in two if we lived in our little caves all day long.  They are part of a current contest on which has had some very prestigious contests with great prizes in the past.

The tunes can be heard on my acidplanet site:

Yeah, it would be nice to be post-human, not sure I'd choose to be a Morlock or an Eloi though... I think I'd rather be a technocrat, and end up fat an beautiful more like something out of cyberpunk, or a funny cartoon where robots do everything for us.  I think it would end up more cyberpunk in real life, but hopefully a resolution could be found eventually... the corps would eventually have to die out through some force of revolution and enlightenment in this model, something I deal with thematically in the novel I'm slowly editing at the moment.  I'm not sure time travel will be easily possible, but I take the view it is, and it gets very dark and gritty fast... like a spy movie squared perhaps.