Archive for September, 2008

Started in 2006, the Pirate Party was an American version of the Swedish Pirate Party, Piratpartiet. However, as time has gone along, the issues facing both parties remain linked, but very separate.

In 2007, the Pirate Party started to a create state-level party in Utah, but ultimately failed due to interference from the Libertarian Party. Many of the people who had already signed the Pirate Party petition backed out in order to support the Libertarians. Though we bear no ill will, this shows the extreme difficulty the Pirate Party faces.

In 2008, the Pirate Party endorsed its first candidate, Democratic Candidate Barack Obama. Through two recall votes, Obama retained his endorsement, though the Pirate Party took specific issue with his choice of running mate, Joe Biden.

Seeking to change global legislation to facilitate the emerging information society, characterized by diversity and openness. This is done by requiring an increased respect for citizens, their privacy, and the reform of rights ownership laws.

- From the Official Website of the Pirate Party<–link

I’ve heard a lot of people talk about how smart the Mayans were and how their calendar ends December 21 2012 and we’re all gonna die…  I just read an awesome article completely debunking it.

Mayan Apocalypse, 2012 (Great Moments in Science, ABC Science)

This article basically says that the Mayan calendar is written out in a sequence of numbers that reminds me of an IP address:

0.0.0.0.1

It is written in a base twenty system with five placeholders, meaning each of the five sections range from 0-19.  The supposed apocalyptic date will read 13.0.0.0.0, not what logic would dictate the ‘end’ should be according to their numbering system (19.19.19.19.19).

Websites like 2012endofdays.org say things like “They also had an incredible understanding of time and space.  Various calendars were in use to track time in linear progressions within cycles.”

Jump over to wikipedia and you’ll read things like “The end of the Calendar Round was a period of unrest and bad luck among the Maya, as they waited in expectation to see if the gods would grant them another cycle of 52 years.”

and

“The Maya practiced human sacrifice. In some Maya rituals people were killed by having their arms and legs held while a priest cut the person’s chest open and tore out his heart as an offering. This is depicted on ancient objects such as pictorial texts, known as codices (singular: codex). It is believed that children were often offered as sacrificial victims because they were believed to be pure.”

Congratulations to everyone for telling me about and believing a half-assed end of days prophecy based around an ancient civilization that not only largely collapsed over a thousand years ago, but that killed children and worshiped an entity that can literally be translated as “Corn God”. Don’t believe me?

**If you liked this article, be sure to check out Pus in Milk, My Experiences in Dairy Farming and Why PETA is Just a Bunch of White-Trash Acting Fools. and The 1960′s

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I struggled.

I fought and killed my way through barren wastelands and watched dozens upon dozens of my followers tragically lose their lives while they praised me and professed their loyalty towards me… towards my cause…

I blindly fought with them, walking miles upon miles with little hope, forgetting from time to time what my objective really was.

They followed me for the same reason I was wandering, eventually we all forgot what that was altogether.

I came across shanty towns and destroyed outposts.  I came across dead enemies and dead friends.  I saw people who had just died, and I saw those who had been mutilated and left dead in the open for God knows how long..

I aggressively killed faceless enemies and stole from them whatever I found useful.  I ended up killing just so I could collect my thoughts, assess my surroundings… to plan my next move.

Sometimes I just killed out of hate.

There was one man whom I hadn’t killed yet, this person was special.  This man wasn’t responsible for this madness but was caught up in the chaos same as me, only on the opposite side of the board.

Dr. Breen wasn’t my equal; he was a coward.  He led this army of darkness for fear of his own life and freedom, constantly criticizing my actions citing impending failure as justification.

Wildly yet methodically I made my way to his base of operations, the place where the soldiers were trained, their weapons produced, and vehicles built, all the while fantasizing their destruction in the most perverse way I could imagine.

I had come to take back what he had stolen from me:  I had to find my mentor, Eli Vance, one of the only people left alive who had the knowledge to send this garbage away and make the world right again.

Their preoccupation with planning crimes against humanity provided me with all the opportunities for stealth I would ever need. I wanted more, I wanted to see the coward and look him straight in the eyes before I killed him.  I indiscriminately killed at least a hundred men.  I moved faster and faster through the complex growing more intolerable by the second, losing my humanity with every kill.  This war felt more and more one sided, like this wasn’t even a war anymore but a bloodbath murder spree ending with me getting whatever I wanted.

Eventually I stood with the the two men who were the reasons for all the spilled blood and lives lost, and the two confused women with whom my mentor’s life was intertwined:  His devoted daughter Alyx had been captured unbeknownst to me.  The second was Judith Mossman, a former colleague of Eli and myself who ignorantly sold Eli out, believing she was giving him an opportunity to live.  Judith was responsible for Eli’s capture, but upon my arrival dragged him away so I could murder Dr. Breen without distraction.  Alyx knew her role and I knew mine.  She had fought alongside me from time to time, she showed her support and stayed out of my way.

I chased that son of a bitch Dr. Breen to his means of escape and without a second thought blew the whole fucking place apart.

Just before I killed him, myself, Alyx and the hundreds of enemy soldiers inside, the man who acts as God took me away and put me away for the next time I am needed….

After all, that’s where I was at the beginning of this whole mess, patiently waiting in the abyss at his whim, to clean up the world one more time.

Half-Life 2, a game with a polite facade but a grim disgusting underbelly that will change the way you look at humanity forever.