It’s da lectins X Spring pollen combo, that are doing me in/the cause of my non-célèbre… but Spring pollen season is finally over… as well as my very-long torpor stint, but I am not.
“Plant more treeeees” they said… without thinking of the negative reaction that Spring pollen allergy-sufferers would have towards them and their Spring-blossom galore. I thought my head was going to explode, at one point.
Any trike cam footage, of it?
Happy Mother’s Day early!
These flowers for my Mama are so perfect that I had to ask the sales clerk if they were real. 
No trike footage yet. It’s chain broke so I had it in the shop this morning getting fitted with all new chains.
I’m fixin to go to a live debate between a Christian and an Atheist, y’all. It’s in like an outside auditorium and there’s gonna be Q&A time at the end. Imma try to record some of it.
Okay this thing was a total joke. The podcast guy had this wing-nut woman evangelist author who’s claimed to be to hell, arguing against an atheist at least three times her IQ.
I got bits and clips but nothing really seamless, I couldn’t keep my cam on pause without keeping the screen on, which would run the battery down.
Here’s a convo with an African dude I was chatting with. Coolest dude there.
They really did it wrong. They should have had a Q&A after each specific subject or point. Patrick began with the problem of evil and a benevolent god… but they moved on too quickly and the lady went on an endless, irelevent ramble that far exceeded her time. The heads were literally nodding off in the audience. Patrick is sharp and knows the basics, but he’s unable to summarize a principle or point by referencing the proper philosophical source of the material. This is why I jumped in and immediately pronounced epicurus wrong as well as mistakingly called him a pre Socratic. I also fumble a couple other times but they didn’t know any better so it doesn’t matter.
But this lady was such a dingbat I couldn’t even hold still man. I was jumping around with my hand up tryna get a fucking question in for like twenty minutes. I’m Wes, btw. It’s my street name.
The podcast host guy talks about… yup, u guessed it: the nephalim or however it’s spelled.
Jesus can’t come to erf because the bloodline isn’t pure.
U think I’m kidding. I shoulda brought a real camera.
I didn’t get any of Patrick in that clip unfortunately. He couldn’t get a word in over this woman. I come in at 6:11 when they start the Q&A… but nobody had any questions. There was nothing to ask. We all just listened to this fruitloop for an hour. I was the only one who wanted to speak. Lame people who stared blankly if they could keep there heads up. Im uploading some video. It’s not much though.
Note: the freewill argument I’m using was put by averroes (sp?) first I believe.
Lori A. Ditto, ladies and gentlemen…
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A wonderful woman full of wonder. So much that I wonder about her.
Here’s the deal, as the Ecman would say.
If there is a god, it absolutely cannot be the god of this woman, because if it was, god would know this kind of stuff was happening and even allow it. But then god would also know how we must react to stuff like this.
Ya know this is almost some kind of dark Kierkegaardian comedy through which it could almost be proven that a god would have to exist for such a well designed irony to happen here before my camera.
Oh yeah I did get some video of Patrick. I think this was the introduction first comments. I couldn’t get anything good because as I said I couldn’t keep the cam on pause and wait out the good parts with the screen on cuz of muh battery.
A promethean 75 low budget production.
Thank you all 4 coming and good knight.
Then I says to the guy ‘heyyyyy, u laid tile for Epstein? Get da fuck oooutta heere’
(Guy I built the fractured and fragmented barn for shout out to Biggs - even structures are rooted in dasein. No I finished it but forgot to get pics.)
they had a thing once where i used to work where they got richard dawkins to debate some christian guy and i got to go early and hit the bar and listen to it pretty shit faced another time it was daniel dennet and someone i cant even remember. maybe james ladyman who the fuck even knows.
in alabama in the mid 90s, you could get a motorcycle license at 14 years old and it was only a written test. so i just went and got one. then once i got older and got a regular license the endorsement was automatic. now im in colorado and since i have one from alabama it transfers so i don’t even have to take a test at all. they just trying to make money man.
Pseudo psychoanalytical analysis of personality type attributed to some people found in cults. In this case, someone who unquestioningly accepts the truth of Ditto’s testimony and stories and even admits of having similar ‘divine’, ‘prophetic’ or paranormal experiences.
It is here: did you see how quickly the African guy began to appease me… calling me a teacher (when I’m just rambling), trying to persuade me that not only he but I too have special significance.
This guy would not be able to spot a snake oil saleman, and that’s a problem. It is a personality type of those who are niched in a quasi subconscious fantasy of complex coping mechanisms that affect their ability to realize they are lying when they describe these experiences. But it’s a weird kind of collective hypnosis that overcomes them.
Anyhow that guy is a perfect candidate for a foreigner in a new country jumping into some ridiculous evangelical program in the dominant religion (christianity over here, son) just to belong to something.
But this doesn’t explain their knowing that they are all collectively lying or exagerrating, and still they remain faithful to the narrative anyway. It’s really a little contemptible, but not all of them are just seeking publicity or attention. Some of them are innocently delusional. They mean well in their childish deception, e.g., the cool African guy. He just wanted me to share in the collective narrative of the group, feel special, drink th… no I’m kidding. They aren’t that bad.
But u see the type, yeah? ‘god made you a teecha’, yada, yada. Then I’m like ‘yeah!’ and i start passing pamphlets and walking up to strangers to tell them I heard the voice of god.
most people can’t spot a snake oil salesman.
most people would fail an epistemology class.
most people would quit law school once they had to take evidence.
the dumbing down of everything has been happening for a long time. we’re at a point where the really dumb ones are out there in massive numbers, and they think they are the smart ones.
i used to get fucked up and go on rants about how it was trendy to spell shit wrong, and how that sort of thing subtly broke down common sense and any reverence for the correct. like a haircut place called “super kuts” with a K. why? or “toys r us”. why? or like apartment complexes that all feel like they need to have their own way of spelling “park”. the parq and this, or the parc at that, or the parque at something. fucking idiots. slowly but surely making people feel like they can still be smart without actually being correct.
look at us now.
so i moved to colorado and i think im gonna start smoking weed again
“dumb ones are out there in massive numbers, and they think they are the smart ones.”
That is correct and do u no y? the monotony of excessive labor. Dumbness increases in proportion to the unchallenging repetition of meaningless physical/mental tasks and actions that the majority of working people are engaged in doing for eight hours a day.
Not having enough time to develop one’s culturalizing interests and passions and hobbies and shit. The drudgery of labor, comrade, but that shit ain’t happening in the new age of machines. We bout to cut the work day in half (provided the revolution is successful and we seeze the memes of all production induction functions.
