I finally have a country to call my own!

The People's Republic of Weeniedom

Motto: "We'll take that income! Cha-ching!"
UN Category: Left-wing Utopia
Civil Rights: Superb
Political Freedoms: Superb
Economy: Basket Case
Location: the West Pacific

The People's Republic of Weeniedom is a tiny, environmentally stunning nation, remarkable for its strong anti-business politics. Its compassionate, intelligent population of 5 million are free to do what they want with their own bodies, and vote for whoever they like in elections; if they go into business, however, they are regulated to within an inch of their lives.

It is difficult to tell where the omnipresent, corrupt, liberal, socially-minded government stops and the rest of society begins, but it devotes most of its attentions to Social Welfare, with areas such as Law & Order and Religion & Spirituality receiving almost no funds by comparison. The average income tax rate is 64%, and even higher for the wealthy. The private sector is almost wholly made up of enterprising fourteen-year-old boys selling lemonade on the sidewalk, although the government is looking at stamping this out.

Crime is totally unknown. Weeniedom's national animal is the turtle, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests, and its currency is the credit.

Thanks so much to (e:Paul), (e:Matthew), and (e:Terry) for putting together a great party and for making Josh and I feel welcome. We didn't know too many people going in but everyone was so cool and needless to say we had an awesome time. I was happy to meet everyone and get in the huddle for some good conversation and fun. I want to also say that (e:Hodown) is down as hell and definitely one of the coolest ladies I've met. No doubt I was trippin on some drink and whatnot but hopefully I represented 750 properly. It was great to meet all of you. Hopefully we'll have occasion to party it up again soon!

Jason

Okay, I've got a web cam pic of Josh and I that we just took together. Now you fuckers better not annoy me about this shit again!



I'm on the right, Josh is on the left.

Jason

See yall's asses there tonight! Ya heard!

In the spirit of trying to explain why male/female interactions work the way they do, I hereby offer to you all the Ladder Theory. There is a lot to it, but there is some wisdom and humor to it. Check it out!



Read! Learn! Understand where you are on someone's ladder and where they are on yours! Do your best to achieve the least ladder disparity possible!

Jason

the Provacateur
(60% dark, 39% spontaneous, 50% vulgar)

your humor style:
VULGAR | COMPLEX | DARK

You'll crack on anything, and you're often witty, even caustic, about it. Therefore, your sense of humor is polarizing. You're transgressive, and you've got a seriously sharp 'edge'--maybe too much for some folks

If they get you, people think you're one of the funniest (and smartest) people in the world. If they don't, they think you're an ass. Whatever, right? While some might question your judgement, your comic intellect is unquestionably respected.

PEOPLE LIKE YOU: Chris Rock - Lenny Bruce - George Carlin

I've been having more weird dreams lately.

A while back I had a dream that I was raiding a friend's house special-forces style, infiltrating his house at night while his parents were asleep, going through a window and stealing every little bit of porno he had, including passwords to some pay sites. After successfully extracting the porn, I left and walked across a park to what looked like a downtown area (for some reason, in my dream I thought I was in Dallas, but I wasn't sure). I was walking down the street when a girl came up to me. Blonde, cute, with copper colored skin. She smiled and I stuck out my hand and said "Hey, I'm Jason." She shook my hand and introduced herself as Arakthri. We were about to get into some sort of conversation when my alarm woke me up.

Last night I was dreaming away when Arakthri's face popped into view. I recognized it was her, went up to her and said we need to talk. She told me that there was a guy that was first "in line" to be with her. It turned out he was a psychopath or something, because she dropped him and immediately ran to me. I felt a very unique connection to her - she was really important to me, I cared very deeply for her. I don't think I've felt that way about any woman outside of my dream state. The guy before me was a very jealous type, to the point of violence and treachery. He kept on trying to sabotage us in many different ways, and at one point almost killed me with this giant hand gun as I leapt in front of a bullet meant for her. This kept us on the run, but more importantly kept me from learning anything of significance from Arakthri. In my dream I absolutely LOVED her and thought there was something important she and I had to talk about. I wonder if she will pop into my dreams again sometime, and what it is she has to tell me.

Jason

I read a nice article on the CBC web site today that said Egypt is denouncing "terrorism" as the death toll mounts:



What the hell is wrong with calling terrorism what it is? Is the CBC so horribly PC that they are afraid of offending militant Islama-fascists? lol

Jason

What an awesome game. Keel them Arabs ded! Bang bang bang! Run up to a tank, plop some C4 on it, and blow it up! Then go and hop into a Black Hawk with a bunch of your buddies and do some nice fly-over killing! Hop into a F-15 and bomb their communications tower! Creep up behind someone and gank em with your combat knife! How cool!

Jason

I'm glad (e:Paul) brought it up. Classism is something that I think permeates our society far more than racism, although people bark about that more than just about anything. Classism is one of those dirty, ugly little things that lives inside all of us to some extent. People deny it, people get mad, but that's only because they don't have it inside of themselves to admit they have this ugliness inside them.

Let's take (e:Paul)'s example of the educational system. Without a doubt it is set up so that certain schools are priced out of the range of the poor and middle class on purpose so there is a certain homogenous aspect to the student population. I've you've ever visited Cornell you know what I'm talking about. You don't exactly see too many poor minorities mixing in with the rich white population. The Ivy Leagues and other elites are set up in such a way that it promotes classism and the perpetuation of the upper class having superior learning and career opportunities. Anybody who isn't fortunate enough to have an upper class upbringing is saddled with debt that cripples them for the first 10 or so years of their post-educational life, again giving the upper class kids an advantage when it comes to living out some kind of comfortable existence.

Another way classism manifests itself is in the dating world. I'm about to say some things that are going to make people upset, but I'm willing to live with it. It is an indisputable fact that having plenty of money to throw around will bring in the ladies like a moth to flame. The more money you have, the hotter women you can attract. The sweet car, sweet clothes and the idea of a high class lifestyle are irresistable to women. If you don't have these things, you might as well be a leper. You are going to have a very hard time attracting (and more importantly, keeping) a good woman. There is the 20/80 rule - 20% of guys attract 80% of women, and women would rather be single than be with someone who wasn't a high roller. Yeah yeah, I know there is the ODD exception, and I know that it is something people don't want to admit to, but I know better. Classism is prevalent in the dating game, and I would rather be alone than be with a chick who was with me for more or less what I can provide for her. That's one of the reasons why the girl who won't take no for an answer from me doesn't have a chance in hell of being with me.

I think the most ugly and horrible way classism manifests itself is in how we treat people who don't look or act like what we are used to. More or less everyone who can read this is guilty. People who look poor, who don't wear certain clothes, or who are perceived a certain way are treated like social outcasts. I do have to say that Buffalo is much better about this than most places I've visited. Regardless of whether you are rich or poor, white or black or yellow or purple, we are all deserving of basic respect and dignity and we are exceedingly poor at making this play out the way it should.

Is there hope? I would say that classism is so ingrained in our social fabric that there is no turning back. We likely will never get over our classism unless something extraordinary happens, like some kind of cataclysmic event that unites us in a way that hasn't happened before. We won't get over it until we are FORCED to get over it somehow. All we can do is individually do the best we can to make ourselves clean of this evil.

Jason