This will be my placeholder for a future post.
Right now, I must attend to a sick henchman just released from the hospital.
Should I have saved this and waited to post?
Yes.
Do I care?
Not so much.
Perhaps a link to Blogtalk Radio?
Soon.
-Agent Wraith
p.s. My mom wants to invite all my friends to Thanksgiving! What a maroon. Aside from the obvious, here's something a tad more so:
She's Native American.
How messed up is that?
Head Shot!
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Monday, June 6, 2011
(Fourth E)State of Union Address
Greetings!
I am Agent Wraith.
I come to you today with high hopes and aspirations; to explain the policies of Los Sauces, our GLOBAL efforts, and the toxicity of 'heroes'. I am an Agent of the planet, not concerned with mortal and/or human reactional emotions, the instructor and teacher of all minds, and the occasional I-saw-that-plot-a-mile-away seer who randomly manages to 'see the future'.
Los Sauces has long prepared for the worst.
It is so small, isn't it? Barely a spec among 'titans'.
Not even really noticeable.
Not really even noticed.
Under the radar for most, on radar for the worst.
Lately, the policy is to finish the day's work in record time (includes PT and KP) so we can relax and enjoy the last bits of the day before slumber.
That policy has a 'shelf-life'.
It's about to expire.
(We have only today; we are not guaranteed tomorrow.)
Truth be told (as far as 'prediction' is concerned), it's all patterns and equations. When you are able to identify various patterns, discern them; you can 'predict' possible future aberrations and happenings. You may have been privy or witness to some of these, you may not have. Either way, my ramblings sometimes produce 'nuggets' of wisdom that take the shape of what-may-come-to-pass. Really, it's not a 'gift' in the sense I was trained by some mystic (though I may have) or imbued with other-worldly powers (possible); sometimes my limited intelligence grants a modicum of insight (obvious) to be gathered.
It's mostly probability. If you throw enough crap at a wall, inevitably, some will stick.
I am (Cobra) Commander of Los Sauces, General Executor of Will in this Estate. I speak to you from a cold, hardened heart; my audience (humans) requires it for the storms that swell and seek release. I rule this pathetic wasteland with a leathered glove, covering a stolen hand; ready, willing, and able to destroy those who oppose the JUSTICE sought by my benefactors, The Agency.
I would also like to point out my infatuation with FREE SPEECH.
To vocalize is a gift.
There are some on the planet who will stifle it (for varied reasons). But you have to realize by now that opinions are like assholes. Everyone's got one. Most of them are stinky.
You're not going to like everything that's said.
Given.
You're not going to like everything.
Duh.
Don't point your finger at me and tell me what I can't say and expect me to zip it.
That's something akin to a dictator.
And we all know how penis potatoes are good for your skin.
Tyrants of the world, be damned. Know that I am not here before you to cast doubt on my previous exploits or former 'associates'; I am speaking to you in a manner that was chosen carefully, with words that were deliberated just the same, to say what needs be said. What few people who read this now will be aware long before the tide... I am common sense, pragmatism, and uncouth vengeance for a war-torn, exhausted, decayed and dying planet.
I, like my forbears, enjoy the 'bashing' and 'tearing down' of 'heroes'; but my leash strains. I have curbed my enthusiasm, shelved my disdain, and stifled my hatred of you all for far too long. I do not claim victory in this domain simply by stepping foot in it. There is no victory here.
There is no 'win' for defeating an unarmed opponent.
There is no 'loss' for those who long ago gave up.
'Heroes', 'villains', RLSH, RLSV, Republicans, Democrats, officials, criminals, teachers, students, vampires, monsters, civil servants, servants, slaves, angels, demons, archangels, antichrists, antipopes, dictators, charlatans, liars, clowns, 'furries', nerds, champions, losers, elephants, oliphaunts, midgets, dwarves, hobbits, and Ross Perot.. you are all humans.
Notice the effect these 'heroes' have had. They represent kindness, supposedly inherent in human nature, to inspire others to care and take care of the weak and unfortunate. They also represent the WORST of human nature: the biased, bigoted, racist, fearful, spite-filled lunacy humans recognize but (mostly) always deny.
'Villains' cannot be lumped completely into these two distinctions, because 'villains' (as far as I have seen) are an unruly and fractious lot. Some can be categorized, others not so much.
They all have 'inspired' others; both to do 'selfless' acts and 'care for their fellow man', both to do so unrecognized and to rail for recognition. Their glorification has also inspired 'tagalongs' and emulators, wishing to follow in their 'mentor's' footsteps. Their self-proclaimed self-righteous supposed selfless behavior has instigated a LEGION of followers and 'leaders'. Their acts of 'bravery' and 'sacrifice' have inspired both imitators and opposition.
A spiral appears. A twisting vortex of pain appears.
An inevitable crux, where the 'heroes' meet their 'villainous' counterparts (not for CHARITY) looms.
All who follow this path are doomed.
When the cries become too loud, the masses too massed to be ignored.. there will come a JUDGEMENT. Your identities, your masks, your secret faces.. will be torn from you. You will be forced to see the world as it is instead of through (sometimes beer-soaked) optimistic goggles. You will be forced to crouch (in a BAD way) before the tribunals of REAL tyrants and 'evil-doers', forced to admit your hot-headed (embarrassing) behavior. You will face (sans spandex) true justice.
True evil.
Hear me now, humans.
One last cry before the death knell.
You are all going to die.
Not exactly a surprise, is it? As soon as you're born, you're dying. A slow approach for some, others a bullet-train of destruction; all will perish in the coming tumult and NONE will be empowered to save a single soul. Your bodies are frail, your minds are weak, your will is sapped, and your survival impossible. Grasp this with firm fists, humans. Take heed of these words:
You have only today. You are not guaranteed tomorrow.
I have come to see you all as a threat to the survival of the planet, but this is untrue. It was a fool's dream to cast that responsibility upon you. No, you are no longer a threat to the continuation of life and the sustainability of Earth...
You have destroyed it.
For that, I become your worst nightmare. Your paranoia will only increase. Your desperation (the lonely, cold, sleepless nights, eyes struggling to stay open) will intensify. I am out there. I am watching. Waiting. I will be the monster in the dark. I will be the terror that grips your heart in your sleep.
My shadow eats at me. It has taken hold.
My forces were marshalled long ago, fanatical in our goal:
Stop the destruction of Earth.
The realization of this futility was seen and ignored. Sometimes, you must persevere in the face of opposition (madness), futile though it may be. The end was all the justification we needed.
Justice can no longer be served.
Winning is no longer an option.
This is MY 'Fourth Estate'.
Extinction, ladies and gentlemen.
Now leaving 'Heroes and Villains', departing soon for our final destination:
OBLIVION.
-Agent Wraith
p.s. One last thing. If you thought I was cryptic before (and somehow didn't find all the Easter Eggs), just wait. It's going to get brain-damagingly CONFUSING up in this b*tch.
Good bye.
I am Agent Wraith.
I come to you today with high hopes and aspirations; to explain the policies of Los Sauces, our GLOBAL efforts, and the toxicity of 'heroes'. I am an Agent of the planet, not concerned with mortal and/or human reactional emotions, the instructor and teacher of all minds, and the occasional I-saw-that-plot-a-mile-away seer who randomly manages to 'see the future'.
Los Sauces has long prepared for the worst.
It is so small, isn't it? Barely a spec among 'titans'.
Not even really noticeable.
Not really even noticed.
Under the radar for most, on radar for the worst.
Lately, the policy is to finish the day's work in record time (includes PT and KP) so we can relax and enjoy the last bits of the day before slumber.
That policy has a 'shelf-life'.
It's about to expire.
(We have only today; we are not guaranteed tomorrow.)
Truth be told (as far as 'prediction' is concerned), it's all patterns and equations. When you are able to identify various patterns, discern them; you can 'predict' possible future aberrations and happenings. You may have been privy or witness to some of these, you may not have. Either way, my ramblings sometimes produce 'nuggets' of wisdom that take the shape of what-may-come-to-pass. Really, it's not a 'gift' in the sense I was trained by some mystic (though I may have) or imbued with other-worldly powers (possible); sometimes my limited intelligence grants a modicum of insight (obvious) to be gathered.
It's mostly probability. If you throw enough crap at a wall, inevitably, some will stick.
I am (Cobra) Commander of Los Sauces, General Executor of Will in this Estate. I speak to you from a cold, hardened heart; my audience (humans) requires it for the storms that swell and seek release. I rule this pathetic wasteland with a leathered glove, covering a stolen hand; ready, willing, and able to destroy those who oppose the JUSTICE sought by my benefactors, The Agency.
I would also like to point out my infatuation with FREE SPEECH.
To vocalize is a gift.
There are some on the planet who will stifle it (for varied reasons). But you have to realize by now that opinions are like assholes. Everyone's got one. Most of them are stinky.
You're not going to like everything that's said.
Given.
You're not going to like everything.
Duh.
Don't point your finger at me and tell me what I can't say and expect me to zip it.
That's something akin to a dictator.
And we all know how penis potatoes are good for your skin.
Tyrants of the world, be damned. Know that I am not here before you to cast doubt on my previous exploits or former 'associates'; I am speaking to you in a manner that was chosen carefully, with words that were deliberated just the same, to say what needs be said. What few people who read this now will be aware long before the tide... I am common sense, pragmatism, and uncouth vengeance for a war-torn, exhausted, decayed and dying planet.
I, like my forbears, enjoy the 'bashing' and 'tearing down' of 'heroes'; but my leash strains. I have curbed my enthusiasm, shelved my disdain, and stifled my hatred of you all for far too long. I do not claim victory in this domain simply by stepping foot in it. There is no victory here.
There is no 'win' for defeating an unarmed opponent.
There is no 'loss' for those who long ago gave up.
'Heroes', 'villains', RLSH, RLSV, Republicans, Democrats, officials, criminals, teachers, students, vampires, monsters, civil servants, servants, slaves, angels, demons, archangels, antichrists, antipopes, dictators, charlatans, liars, clowns, 'furries', nerds, champions, losers, elephants, oliphaunts, midgets, dwarves, hobbits, and Ross Perot.. you are all humans.
Notice the effect these 'heroes' have had. They represent kindness, supposedly inherent in human nature, to inspire others to care and take care of the weak and unfortunate. They also represent the WORST of human nature: the biased, bigoted, racist, fearful, spite-filled lunacy humans recognize but (mostly) always deny.
'Villains' cannot be lumped completely into these two distinctions, because 'villains' (as far as I have seen) are an unruly and fractious lot. Some can be categorized, others not so much.
They all have 'inspired' others; both to do 'selfless' acts and 'care for their fellow man', both to do so unrecognized and to rail for recognition. Their glorification has also inspired 'tagalongs' and emulators, wishing to follow in their 'mentor's' footsteps. Their self-proclaimed self-righteous supposed selfless behavior has instigated a LEGION of followers and 'leaders'. Their acts of 'bravery' and 'sacrifice' have inspired both imitators and opposition.
A spiral appears. A twisting vortex of pain appears.
An inevitable crux, where the 'heroes' meet their 'villainous' counterparts (not for CHARITY) looms.
All who follow this path are doomed.
When the cries become too loud, the masses too massed to be ignored.. there will come a JUDGEMENT. Your identities, your masks, your secret faces.. will be torn from you. You will be forced to see the world as it is instead of through (sometimes beer-soaked) optimistic goggles. You will be forced to crouch (in a BAD way) before the tribunals of REAL tyrants and 'evil-doers', forced to admit your hot-headed (embarrassing) behavior. You will face (sans spandex) true justice.
True evil.
Hear me now, humans.
One last cry before the death knell.
You are all going to die.
Not exactly a surprise, is it? As soon as you're born, you're dying. A slow approach for some, others a bullet-train of destruction; all will perish in the coming tumult and NONE will be empowered to save a single soul. Your bodies are frail, your minds are weak, your will is sapped, and your survival impossible. Grasp this with firm fists, humans. Take heed of these words:
You have only today. You are not guaranteed tomorrow.
I have come to see you all as a threat to the survival of the planet, but this is untrue. It was a fool's dream to cast that responsibility upon you. No, you are no longer a threat to the continuation of life and the sustainability of Earth...
You have destroyed it.
For that, I become your worst nightmare. Your paranoia will only increase. Your desperation (the lonely, cold, sleepless nights, eyes struggling to stay open) will intensify. I am out there. I am watching. Waiting. I will be the monster in the dark. I will be the terror that grips your heart in your sleep.
My shadow eats at me. It has taken hold.
My forces were marshalled long ago, fanatical in our goal:
Stop the destruction of Earth.
The realization of this futility was seen and ignored. Sometimes, you must persevere in the face of opposition (madness), futile though it may be. The end was all the justification we needed.
Justice can no longer be served.
Winning is no longer an option.
This is MY 'Fourth Estate'.
Extinction, ladies and gentlemen.
Now leaving 'Heroes and Villains', departing soon for our final destination:
OBLIVION.
VERY relevant:
CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE not suitable for those with weak constitutions.
-Agent Wraith
p.s. One last thing. If you thought I was cryptic before (and somehow didn't find all the Easter Eggs), just wait. It's going to get brain-damagingly CONFUSING up in this b*tch.
Good bye.
Friday, June 3, 2011
Owls: Threat or Menace?
Before I get incredibly deep (dense) I want to say two things:
1. There is plenty of junk that orbits Earth. Humans put a majority of it there. Space, Earth's infinite dumpster.
2. I saw what you did there.
"It is their connections with death, the afterlife, and rebirth that truly mark owls as a force to be reckoned with for most tribes. First, owls are either considered to be embodied spirits of the dead, or associated with such spirits, by a very wide range of tribes, including the Lakota, Omaha, Cheyenne, Fox, Ojibway, Menomini, Cherokee and Creek. Several of these tribes also have stories of an owl being that stands at a fork in the road in the sky, or the Milky Way, that leads to the land of the dead, letting some souls pass, but condemning others to roam the earth as ghosts forever. Among the Lakota, the Old Owl Woman or hiha'n winu'cala who guards the road to the afterlife at the end of the Milky Way assesses the merits of the souls of the dead with their deeds on earth, letting the good through and sending the bad over the edge and out of the afterlife to wander earth as a ghost or wana'gi for all eternity. A similar belief among the Cheyenne, is that the Old Owl Woman, who is the gatekeeper to the land of the dead, it sits atop the junction at the fork in the Milky Way and decides which souls are shunted onto the dead-end branch."
From Red Nation and found here:
Hinhan's Lodge
Now that you have the opportunity to see a bit into my (un)life, I will reveal another secret:
Not that long ago, a creature approached me in the darkness.
It flew to me quick on silent wing and told me of its past, revealed to me the future it saw, and implored me to aid in its quest. She told me of her former association with the 'do-gooders' and what evil they were capable of.
Why is this relevant (aside from the metaphor I used)?
Her former name was owl-themed. That's all.
It is interesting though. Native Americans (or Injuns, if you're from Winter Park) are still humans, subject to the same absurdities as any Christian Voodoo Archangel Bigots out there.
It's the trespasses she told me about that worry me. She told me how unheroic they were with her (no surprise there) and certain acts that were committed that should not go unpunished.
I have no proof (as of yet) if what she is telling me is the truth, but it makes me wonder if there are others out there who wish to approach me (or others) with things of this nature.
If there are, I suggest caution.
I can, however, refer you to more skilled and adept 'villains' than I.
Food for thought.
Agent Wraith
p.s. I did not reveal you little owl. Your secrets are still mine to keep. Please do not return to the shadows from whence you came.
1. There is plenty of junk that orbits Earth. Humans put a majority of it there. Space, Earth's infinite dumpster.
2. I saw what you did there.
There have been hints, some blatantly freight-train-esque, at my true origins.
Wakan.
I have reconnected with a few of my old acquaintances in a different (although eerily similar) community. It has been good (evil) to get back with them, reconnect, and enjoy the tribal socializing I had so longed for (and missed). We spent days reveling in our past; good conversations around fires, about many things.
We have since parted (hopefully not for long!) and returned to the safety of Los Sauces (Be safe where you are now). I hope to stay connected with them.
During one of our late-night conversations, the subject of death came up (GASP!).
An elder gave a very interesting account of the time he died:
(I love paraphrasing.)
"When my eyes closed, I could see nothing. I was in total darkness. I could hear, but it was as if I was underwater. The first thing that appeared to me was a tree, slowly fading into view. There was an owl in this tree and it's words were the first thing I heard in this place."
He went on about how the owl guided him to the place of his final rest and guaranteed this time was not to be his end. When he was finished, everyone thanked him.
It got me thinking though. Owls.
There are both sides to this coin (and I will present BOTH sides, flushing none).
Owls are seen by many tribes as omens of death, heralds of future events (mostly death), and messengers of the beyond (not METAphysical. The origins of the term 'metaphysical' can be found here and One can discern the ignorance of archangels).
One one side, these 'signs' are positive. The news they bring informs the shaman (medicine man or otherwise) as to how future events may unfold and may give them insight on how best to use said information.
On the other, they are seen as negative aspects of negative personae. They are thought to be witches (evil shamans) out to do harm.
Relevance(?):
"It is their connections with death, the afterlife, and rebirth that truly mark owls as a force to be reckoned with for most tribes. First, owls are either considered to be embodied spirits of the dead, or associated with such spirits, by a very wide range of tribes, including the Lakota, Omaha, Cheyenne, Fox, Ojibway, Menomini, Cherokee and Creek. Several of these tribes also have stories of an owl being that stands at a fork in the road in the sky, or the Milky Way, that leads to the land of the dead, letting some souls pass, but condemning others to roam the earth as ghosts forever. Among the Lakota, the Old Owl Woman or hiha'n winu'cala who guards the road to the afterlife at the end of the Milky Way assesses the merits of the souls of the dead with their deeds on earth, letting the good through and sending the bad over the edge and out of the afterlife to wander earth as a ghost or wana'gi for all eternity. A similar belief among the Cheyenne, is that the Old Owl Woman, who is the gatekeeper to the land of the dead, it sits atop the junction at the fork in the Milky Way and decides which souls are shunted onto the dead-end branch."
From Red Nation and found here:
Hinhan's Lodge
Now that you have the opportunity to see a bit into my (un)life, I will reveal another secret:
Not that long ago, a creature approached me in the darkness.
It flew to me quick on silent wing and told me of its past, revealed to me the future it saw, and implored me to aid in its quest. She told me of her former association with the 'do-gooders' and what evil they were capable of.
Why is this relevant (aside from the metaphor I used)?
Her former name was owl-themed. That's all.
It is interesting though. Native Americans (or Injuns, if you're from Winter Park) are still humans, subject to the same absurdities as any Christian Voodoo Archangel Bigots out there.
It's the trespasses she told me about that worry me. She told me how unheroic they were with her (no surprise there) and certain acts that were committed that should not go unpunished.
I have no proof (as of yet) if what she is telling me is the truth, but it makes me wonder if there are others out there who wish to approach me (or others) with things of this nature.
If there are, I suggest caution.
I can, however, refer you to more skilled and adept 'villains' than I.
Food for thought.
Agent Wraith
p.s. I did not reveal you little owl. Your secrets are still mine to keep. Please do not return to the shadows from whence you came.
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Gentleman Ghost
For some background:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gentleman_Ghost
For pictorial reference:
I have always tried to maintain civility when dealing with you humans.
I've always applied a strict cordial behavior.
Why?
If I came into your house and started pissing on all the furniture, wouldn't your first response be to throw me out?
Or hit the 'mute' button? ('Any' button)
I apply this manner because it assists me.
Because it allows me an 'in'.
You hear what I say.
Should I drop the facade..
Should I approach in an 'unmannerly' fashion..
It will (of course) be too late.
I present facts and opinion.
If you have a problem with me, there's a chance (a FAT one) that it is a 'reflection of self'.
If you can't swallow that..
Maybe you should find yourself a smaller 'angel'.
A.W.
p.s. Anyone, anywhere, anytime. I can be anyone.
WHO'S NEXT?
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gentleman_Ghost
For pictorial reference:
BOOMSTICK!
I've always applied a strict cordial behavior.
Why?
If I came into your house and started pissing on all the furniture, wouldn't your first response be to throw me out?
Or hit the 'mute' button? ('Any' button)
I apply this manner because it assists me.
Because it allows me an 'in'.
You hear what I say.
Should I drop the facade..
Should I approach in an 'unmannerly' fashion..
It will (of course) be too late.
I present facts and opinion.
If you have a problem with me, there's a chance (a FAT one) that it is a 'reflection of self'.
If you can't swallow that..
Maybe you should find yourself a smaller 'angel'.
A.W.
p.s. Anyone, anywhere, anytime. I can be anyone.
WHO'S NEXT?
I was gonna post something intelligent, but then I got high
Ahem.
I understand the fuss.
I'm not going to argue with you.
There are two sides to every coin (unless you are Harvey Dent) and value is seen in presenting BOTH sides of a matter.
But in this particular case, my words are not sufficient.
So, maybe I can entice you to do more research into the matter...
Maybe I can instigate an internal dialogue...
Instead of me trying.. I'll let someone else discuss their experiences.
Carl mother-fuckin' Sagan.
I understand the fuss.
I'm not going to argue with you.
There are two sides to every coin (unless you are Harvey Dent) and value is seen in presenting BOTH sides of a matter.
But in this particular case, my words are not sufficient.
So, maybe I can entice you to do more research into the matter...
Maybe I can instigate an internal dialogue...
Instead of me trying.. I'll let someone else discuss their experiences.
Carl mother-fuckin' Sagan.
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