Dear Obama lovers… and haters of Obama for the wrong reasons; here is your chance to hate him for the right reason, though you’re most likely on his side. In 1 month he is going to violate the constitution’s war powers act of 1973 by continuing dropping bombs on ISIS and innocent bystanders. Obama needs congress to vote to engage in a war, or “hostilities” past an emergency 90 day period. Obama lovers, the evil little idiot bastard puppet George Bush did not even violate this constitutional mandate, though he did try.
I lost faith in Obama when he went back on his word during his first election and took the cash for commercials and billboards. But at least with Bush and Palin we knew what we were getting. With his flying robots and this new war, Obama, has now become a worse president than Bush. That drops my jaw.
In the movie, The Unbelievers, Richard Dawkins explain that there was no “first person”, in a discussion with the evolutionary ignorant arch bishop of Australia. Richard compared the belief that there was no first person to the idea of being old. He said that you don’t go to bed middle aged and then wake up old and so evolution is the same way, a gradual and imperceptible process. Richard insulted the chairman of the debate by stating that he was a philosopher and felt it was his rule to clarify things and therefor that meant obscuring things. I feel as though I’m a philosopher of sorts and do so love the findings of science and will take pleasure in moderating from behind my computer. Science involves experimentation, something that evolutionary biology lacks a great deal of because of the vast time required. ((some muddling) The “Co-star” Lawrence Krauss mentioned that science violates common sense by referencing that an electron can be in two places at the same time. The double slit is an interesting experiment used to come to that conclusion, an experiment which I’ve believe the results have probably been misinterpreted.)
At any rate, when I try to explain why evolution is true to people that believe the world was made in 7 days, I bring up ring species, one of the best experimental ways to prove evolution. A brief explanation is by using the Greenish Warbler, a bird that has several groups living around the Himalayas. Group A can reproduce with group B and group B can reproduce with group C, but group A and C can not reproduce. The experiment would be to kill group B, thus creating 2 seperate spieces. It’s an experiment that I hope only happens in the mind of biologists.
So Mr. Dawkins, with my mind experiment in hand and some sci-fi time travel, if we go back in time there will be a great great grand parent of ours that is genetically dissimilar to us that if we took one of our good breeders they would not be able to have a time travel baby that would survive to bread. At some point there was a single person that was born on the plans of Africa that if they were time warped forward to 2014 would be able to bread with the current population and have babies healthy enough to reproduce themselves. That would be the first human being, fuzzy around the edges for sure, but the first human non the less. Ha, I love thinking my way around that arrogant prick.
From “Why does the World Exist?: An Existential detective story.”
“Also, the laws amount to a funny way of saying, ‘Nothing equals something” Updike said, bursting into laughter. “QED! One opinion I’ve encountered is that, since getting from nothing to something involves time, and time didn’t exist before there was something, the whole question is a meaningless one that we should stop asking ourselves. It’s beyond our intellectual limits as a species. Put yourself into the position of a dog. A dog is responsive, shows intuition, looks at us with eyes behind which there is intelligence of a sort, and yet a dog must not understand most of the things it sees people doing. It must have no idea how they invented, say, the internal-combustion engine. So maybe what we need to do is imagine that we’re dogs and that there are realms that go beyond our understanding. I’m not sure I buy that view, but it is a way of saying that the mystery of being is a permanent mystery. – John Updike
I sold my second house portrait in the twin cities yesterday. At this rate, I will be homeless within a month. I’ve started a part time job delivering news papers to people up the Mississippi, but my minivan is starting to misbehave and since people will not walk to the newspaper tube under their mailbox, I have to run the paper up to the door. It’s very hard on my car, a catch 22. People demanding that they not walk to the edge of their property, makes me hate those lazy home owners. I’m going to try to use my skateboard for some of the route this weekend so my car doesn’t get too hot…. how old am I again??? I am grateful for their 50 cents. So that’s good news.
Even better news is that I’ve changed my approach to acquiring house portraits and it seems to be working. Instead of walking dozens of miles putting postcards in the mail slots of the homes I like, risking being fined for breaking federal law, I’m knocking on the doors ready to annoy people with face to face solicitation. I have tricky wording backing me. I got the job from the first doors I knocked on in Minneapolis and Saint Paul. The resident in Saint Paul asked me why I knocked knocked on his door. I didn’t want to tell him it was because there was an eight, a zero and a one in his address for fear of appearing crazy, so I told him that I liked the way his house fit in the composition, which is generally true, even this time when I was also playing with numbers. I believe he thought it was weird that I asked him about a house portrait because he actually collects plein air work. Yes, it is weird, and he has no idea how weird.