Saturday, February 22, 2014

People Who Have Recieved Foodstamps

Greetings,
I am so sick of our collective attitudes toward the poor, the sick, the incarcerated, and everyone else who's deemed "The Other" -- that monster we concoct so that we don't have to look at ourselves. Fuck that lot of you -- the fascists amongst us.

Some Folks Who Got Food Stamp

Huffington Post

Bruce Springsteen: The Boss was on food stamps once, at least according to former bandmate Vini "Mad Dog" Lopez, who told The New Yorker's David Remnick in 2012 about Springsteen's early days in Asbury Park. "In the late afternoon," Remnick wrote, "after lunch, Lopez and I were driving around Asbury Park and he started laughing and pointing. 'That's where we went to get food stamps -- all of us, Bruce, too,' he said."

Sen. Patty Murray:
The four-term Democrat from Washington and first female chair of the Senate Budget Committee received food stamps as a teenager. Her father had gotten sick and couldn't run his five-and-dime store on Main Street in Bothell, Wash.

Ann Dunham: President Barack Obama's mother reportedly received food stamps when he was a baby. That would mean the man conservatives have derided as the "Food Stamp President" for overseeing rapid growth in SNAP enrollment was a food stamp recipient himself.

Rep. Barbara Lee: The California Democrat once received food stamps herself and has used that experience to help advocate against cuts to the program.

Moby: The musical artist hasn't hid his poor upbringing. "We were dirt-poor white trash in arguably the wealthiest white town in the country," Moby told The New York Times. I was on food stamps until I was 18 and became an adult."
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Finally, while I certainly don't compare to the above people, I was also once on food stamps as I struggled to put the pieces of my life together after being released from prison and couldn't find employment due to my criminal record.

So yeah, fuck you if you're against helping those who need the help the most. In fact, it is mostly children you're railing against, you asshole.

My name is Eddie and I'm in recovery from civilization...

Monday, January 6, 2014

The Mini Me


Hola Mi Gente...
Happy Three Kings Day! I’m reposting the following because I seem to always refer back to it.

Three hundred thousand new businesses were formed in the United States in 2003. Eighty percent of these start-ups fail within the first two years. I doubt very much that the founders of these businesses assumed they would be part of the unfortunate eighty percent. More than half of all US marriages end up in divorce within five years of being formed, with thirty percent of those remaining in marriage reporting being extremely dissatisfied. Again, we can imagine that very few lovers assumed that they would be part of the despondent 80 percent.

Why does our vision, which knows only happy endings and simple solutions, rarely lead to what we had imagined? When we dare give flight to our dreams, why is it so often destined for a crash landing?

Actually, I started this entry back-ass-wards: I should have begun with an entry on what I call “natural vision” a child-like (as opposed to childish) quality that persists in seeing the world with fresh eyes. However, in light of the consistent tragi-comedic patterns of life, I will begin with the dark side.

Natural vision is invariably sabotaged by an unforeseen element in our lives, which affects us internally and externally. It is so powerful that it influences the way we parent, the way we treat our loved ones and each other, the way we do work each day. Furthermore, it influences how others treat us. We never expect or invite it, yet almost every aspect of our lives exists in its shadow. And though we constantly confronted with evidence of its effects, this force is basically invisible and therefore never anticipated and rarely understood. Oh yes, we do our best to put a good face on it in order to keep it hidden from others, thinking our dark secrets are ours alone, but it really doesn't work. You can see the effects of this force everywhere.

What is this mysterious element in human nature that stalks and sabotages us?

STORY TIME!!! ::grin::
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The “Mini Me”
and the Creation of the Personal Novela

Human beings are driven by a core wound, this kind of madness that something’s missing. The more conscious they get, the more desperate that becomes...
-- Saniel Bonder

In Shakespeare's play, Othello, the protagonist and his young Venetian wife are deeply in love. Othello is a noble and simple-hearted soldier who trusts those around him. Desdemona, his devoted wife, loves him deeply and hangs on his every word. It is Iago, Othello's advisor and apparent friend, who plays one character against another, creating an atmosphere of separation and distrust. He whispers doubts into Othello's ear, inciting in him a violent jealousy that ultimately leads to a senseless tragedy.

We are all Othellos at heart -- open, trusting wanting to see the best in each other -- and we are seduced and driven to insane action by our own invisible Iagos. Our Iago is a state of mind: he cannot be seen, he lives in the shadows. Yet his work is evident everywhere. Iago whispers to us both from within and through other people. His is the voice of a collective conditioning.

Our Iagos are like the “Mini Me” from the Austin Powers movies -- a smaller, angrier, and spiteful version of ourselves. A tragically funny alter-ego. Most of us live with a painful sense of separation from others, a sense of something missing, and a deep experience of limitation, fear, and desire -- we experience ourselves as small. As a result, we engage in a flurry of activity to avoid the objects of our fear and obtain the objects of our craving.

This is the dance of problem-based living and, although widely perceived as normal, it fuels an endless drama of struggle. It’s the main character of what I see as our personal novela -- those over-the-top Spanish-language soap operas. And no matter how hard we try, the poison seeps through the cracks in our armor, manifesting as disease, conflict, and failure.

On a personal level, it can manifest as a general anxiety, or a body image problem. On a community level, it can sabotage something as seemingly simple as a blog or Facebook page (if you want proof of the Mini Me, just take note of the widespread pettiness on Facebook). Globally, it is expressed as war, as economic and environmental degradation, and mutally assured destruction. This force has been given many names. I have heard it called “The Gremlin,” or (for the fundamentalists here) “Satan.” I call it ego-based living, or the “Mini Me.”

Unlike the movie, we cannot see or measure the Mini Me directly; we only know it by its effects. It is like a thief in the night. You actually do not see it, but you know it has been there because your valuables have been taken. This Mini Me is state of mind -- a social conditioning of sorts and it possesses certain qualities:

Sense of Lack This is the essence of the Mini Me. Enough is never enough; we are never spiritual enough, skinny enough, smart enough, or hip enough. We perceive everything through this sense of lack.

Sense of Separation Constantly reaching “out there” to fill up our sensed emptiness keeps us focused on a me-oriented alternate reality, reinforcing our separateness.

Addiction Gripped in the throes of craving and lack, as soon as we sense that something external will “do it” for us, we latch on to it and become addicted. In this way, the Mini Me can lead us into unhealthy attachments to work, sex, food, drugs, the internet (Facebook? Twitter? LOL!), or even romantic relationships.

Fear Once desire and addiction take over, we are overcome by a sense of non-specific fear. If we are convinced the right relationship will alleviate our sense of emptiness, immediately loneliness becomes a terrifying fate.

Suspicion fear makes us suspicious, we trust no one completely.

Strategic Living We always plan for the worst -- something bad can happen any moment (politicians are notorious for using this aspect of the Mini Me).

Anxiety There is notion that something is wrong, that we should be doing something more to be “complete.” We sometimes live in the throes of a subtle and generalized anxiety.

Hostile Competition this is especially true in the realm of dating. If there is this notion that there is not enough, we must fight others who are trying to get it too. This is hostile competition as opposed to co-creation or collaboration.

How do we get back our “larger” selves, where ego-driven madness doesn’t rule? How do we (or do we want to?) get back to our original self-connected to something more powerful than mere desire, aversion, and grasping?

My name is Eddie and I’m in recovery from civilization… 

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