The Rediscovery of Blogs, circa Autumn 2014

As we wait in the dark chill air for the masses to turn their attention to Google+ as a serious social network option (you have Cloud storage, sharing, and social network capabilities with the gmail account you already have!), we plod away on Facebook and revisit our old haunt, on Blogger, namely.

This appears to have been a repository for cryptic art for this account--fergman3001@gmail.com
whereas the other blog, Interactive Illuminatus, was a more straightforward, intellectual dissertation on largely the same subject matter and in general the same tone, albeit expressed in two fundamentally different ways.

Then it is only appropriate to continue in the vein where we left off--maybe not for the months this experiment ran back in 2010, but at least for a few hours, and see how the media has changed our message since.

There, held in juxtaposition, are two "illuminatus" related video, creating a mash-up of sorts, though whether these two are played simultaneously is only one option available to the audience, which should include non-watchers in my opinion.

Lately I have been quite popular in the Philippines, and I regret to inform you that a member of the US military stationed there beat a transgender man to death and is currently aboard the ship outside the city, where his criminal hearing seems to have been indefinitely postponed.

Aesop's Fable, "The Swine Asks"

One day, the Pig asked the Farmer why she was kept in a pen.

The Farmer said, "Because I love you very much, I have put up this fence to protect you from those who would harm you."

The Pig blushed and said, "Why do you love me?" and the Farmer said,

"Because without you, I would die. You give me the energy to live, and the meaning to my life."

The Pig laid down in her plot of mud and smiled, knowing that she gave life and meaning to the Farmer; and she was happy the rest of her days.

The Shit Smellers

Tales of Methodist Nal: The Story of Anarchy on Wheels (2018), part 10

‘What do you think, Paul?’ Albert asked Paul.  Paul stared at him with cold eyes.

Tales of Methodist Nal: The Story of Anarchy on Wheels (2018), part 9

‘It’s high time me and him had a heart-to-hart about this.  I want to understand how he thinks.  Do U no ware hee iz?’

Tales of Methodist Nal: The Story of Anarchy on Wheels (2018), part 8

‘You are a thinker, Paul, I’ll give you that.’

Tales of Methodist Nal: The Story of Anarchy on Wheels (2018), part 7

As it turned out, that would prove to be a difficult course of action.  Thanks to their reputation from the gas station, Carlos and his group felt they had free reign over anyone and everyone.  They marched about the camp, making their presence known by cruel jokes and threats.  If Carlos saw something he liked, he took it.  If he saw something he didn’t like, he destroyed it.  People grew concerned.  Some men tried to stand up to him, but they were quickly beaten down.