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Would you like to inject a filthy disease directly into your bloodstream?

If so, I encourage you to get the flu shot this season.

If, however, you would like to abstain from piercing your veins and mingling synthetic preservatives into your lifeblood then I suggest you skip the old flu shot this time around.

Why anyone would want to inject themselves with disease is beyond me at this point in time. I was however, a former flu shotter, I bought into the medical and social hype about the “deadly winter flu” and did indeed pump these filthy chemicals into my body. By good fortune in my later years I experienced the revelation that brought the fallacies of this primitive practice to light.

I understand there is a mass conditioning going on that tells us all that flu shots are good for us and therefore this message might meet some resistance and be hard to swallow, but what you have to realize is that you shouldn’t always accept mass marketed hype as the gospel truth. Most people blindly accept the rhetoric that flu shots are supposedly good for you, but how many people have actually questioned this line of thinking, and how many have actually looked into the truth behind what the mainstream medical community would have us believe.

There is no reason I am going to blindly let someone inject some filthy disease ridden chemicals into my body. Why in my right mind would I do that? The whole psychology is fear-based. I am not scared of the flu. I will destroy the flu.

Well, first of all, I probably won’t even get the flu. I’m certainly not going to pollute my blood with disease for the off chance that I may get the flu. In the off chance I do get the flu, I’ll rely on that time honored system referred to as the “immune system.” That’ll do the job.

So, besides the obvious is the inadequacy of the whole system imposed by the Center for Disease Control. How is the flu shot made? The CDC makes an educated guess as to the strain of flu that is going to be around next year. They then set the scientists to work to develop these diseases and if I am correct somewhere in the process of development they are either grown on or filtered through live tissue that may or may not even be human tissue. Doesn’t sound like something I want syringed into my bloodstream.

So, the CDC makes its educated guess, which may or may not be right, then releases this on the public. The very nature of virus itself further screws up the whole plan by its frequent mutations. Even if the CDC guesses right, the virus may well mutate to a different form that what was put out therefore rendering the vaccinations worthless.

Don’t buy into the rhetoric of mainstream medicine whose only solutions to the problems we have are to cut, burn, or drug us. People in the future are going to look back on our culture and laugh at what primitive systems we employed to cure ourselves. Preventative care is the way forward.

So, in light of the above I reccomend you remove yourself from the huddled masses crammed into the openings of their local GIANT supermarkets nervously awaiting some undertrained and underpaid psuedo-nurse to jab toxic chemicals into their veins like a pack of frightened lab rats. But hey, its free right?

This stirring ballad has no doubt touched the hearts of millions. I myself remember one snowy christmas morning long ago when I rushed downstairs in baited anticipation to ‘gather my bounty’ as I referred to it. I quickly shredded the wrapping of a small square package the size of a CD case, that was indeed a CD case, haphazardly showering the carpet with paper fragments that my mom would then clean up later. I removed the wrapper to behold the yellow jacket cover of the Use Your Illusion I album staring me back in my adolescent face.

Needless to say, it is hundreds of thousands of times listening through that epic musicalal journey later that brings us to present, and with this moment comes the enthusiam and love of our foreign brothers for that same song, brilliantly scribed by one of the greatest frontmen of all time, Axel Rose. Who incedentaly has some very sweet tattoos, including one of his own name ‘axl rose’ underneath an actual rose. For your convenience, you can view them here: here

May I present to you, in the spirit of global harmony: Foreigner Playing “Don’t Cry” on acoustic guitar. (and one on piano).

Number 1 – Mexico

Me gusta mucho!. G&FUKINR baby! Viva mehico! My God, the intensity is huge as he completely pwnz the last 30 seconds of the song. And its so natural. What a performer!

Number 2 – Morrocco

Sublte undertones of pain in the artists voice, only gleaned from a lifetime of hardship bring out the true feeling of the song. The morroccan accents adding to the beauty. “I still be tinking of you and da times we haaad” This one caps off with a stunning finish.

NUMBER 3 – Iran:

Number 3 – Iran

Bit of an Elton John thing goin on here, I almost cried.

Number 4 – Chinese Chick

This chinese chick reveals the raw emotion lying beneath her docile exterior in a no-holds-barred rendition. She knows how you’re feeling inside…she’s been there before. Her high notes at the end are as alluring as the mythical Siren of Greek legend.

It just amazes me sometimes what passes for news and science. I was about to check my yahoo email this morning and noticed the headline ‘Modern Humans Retain Caveman’s Survival Insticts.’ The titlealone revealed that the whole idea was already tainted by an evolutionary bias, so I decided to see what monumental discovery whatever reasearch team at whatever university had stumbled upon.

It turns out that the brillian undergrads at USCB, which happens to be one of the sweetest schoolsever were subjected to an experiment.

In the study, groups of undergraduate students from UCSB, watched images displayed on computermonitors. The flashing images alternated between pairs of various outdoor scenes, with the first image showing one scene and the next an alternate version of that scene with one change. Participantsindicated each time whether they detected a change.

The conclusion – we notice animals more than inamimate objects. Wow. I mean, the next fifteen minutes or so were spent in contemplative awe. What a revelation.

“Immersed in a rich, biotic environment, it would have been imperative for our ancestors to monitor both humans and non-human animals. Predators and prey took many different forms—lions, tigers and bears—and they changed often, so constant eyeballing was critical.” Yes…tigers and bears. Gotta watch out for them.

“Having this pop-out attentional bias for animals is sort of a vestigial behavior,” said study team member Joshua New of Yale University’s Perception and Cognition Lab. Yes, noticing things that are alive is defintatly a “vestigial behavior.” I mean, its so vestigial that I can hardly even tell whether something is alive anymore, that ancient skill on my cave-man ancestors nearly lost in the age of “high-rises emerging where forests once took root and pampered pets taking the place
of stalking beasts. How anyone could publish this as some kind of breakthrough is beyond me. And Yahoo news editors must be so starving for stories that this is the kind of trash they post. I mean, I’ll do a write up of what my shit looked like in the toilet this morning which would probably be more enlightening. Somehow they glossed over the fact that the president of Iran invoked Al-Imam al-Mahdi “The Just Leader of Humanity” in his opening statement to Columbia University. He prayed for the return of this al-Mahdi character, so after some quick google searching I found that appartenly al-Mahdi has to come back before the world ends..

Another tradition reported by Abu al-Hujaf quotes the Prophet saying three times:

Listen to the good news about the Mahdi! He will rise at the time when people will be faced with severe conflict and the earth will be hit by a violent quake. He will fill the earth with justice and equity as it is filled with injustice and tyranny. He will fill the hearts of his followers with devotion and will spread justice everywhere.

The Prophet has declared:

The Day of Resurrection will not take place until the True Qa’im rises. This will happen when God permits him to do so. Anyone who follows him will be saved, and anyone who opposes him will perish. O servants of God, keep God in your mind and go towards him even if it happens to be on the ice, for indeed he is the caliph of God, the Exalted and Glorified, and my successor.

Anyway, the fact that Muslim tradition calls for some guy to be ressurected and come rule Earth for a bit is a bit more interesting than the fact that we notice animals when they’re around. Everyone talks about ‘respecting Islam’ and all that, but really I think we have no clue about it. How can you respect something if you know nothing about it? And for Christians, what does Christian theology teach? Well, the bible says that Christ is the one supposed to come back at the end, but before him comes someone who will rally nations together and fool people into thinking he is the redeemer. Hes called the Anti-Christ.

But hey, we notice animals.

And on top of all that, the study was based on a bunch of USSB kids watching films of outdoor scences spliced with animals. So they werent’ really watching animals at all, they were watching some weird slideshow which they could probably enjoyed having as class material considering the majority of them were baked and just waiting to go surfing.

I have just touched down in the greatest country on the planet (arguments from Ozzies will be respectfully considered). All I can say is God Bless America. Its a pity it was a flight and not a manual border crossing in from Juarez where I could then theatrically fall upon the dust and kiss the earth. Nevertheless, planes are far more efficient.

Its amazing to look out the window and see the changing colors. The fall colors. Orange and pinks after a season of perpetual summer. Not that I would badmouth a perpetual summer, it is for me the ideal, but to admire the change is more where I’m at.

I feel more of a personal spring at the moment with the seeds of the investments, experiences, and insights of the past year growing up day and night. Though I know not how. It’s not for me to know, only to look forward to the reaping of the harvest.

This day is getting older,
in fading light it’s beautiful.
This wind is blowing colder,
and too soon I’ll feel it’s pull.

Still, I took all my chances,
earned myself an even score.
Try to learn my lessons well.
And I don’t have the answers,
for those questions anymore.
Only love can beat both heaven and hell.

So sturdy up, sturdy up your heart,
for the road is long ahead.
I’ll be with you even though we’re apart,
but your road is yours to tread.
And so it goes, and so it goes,
and so it goes, slows your mind, mind, mind,
so it goes… and so it goes, and so it goes, slows your mind, mind, mind.

I’ve grown old on this ocean,
gave her all, my stronger years.
Gave my wife my devotion,
when she died, the ocean my tears.

I’ve tried to teach you well son,
all of everything I knew.
Of how to live this life be true.
Don’t bow your head to no one,
and no matter what you do,
if you start then see it through.

So sturdy up, sturdy up your heart,
for the road is long ahead.
I’ll be with you even though we’re apart,
but your road is yours to tread.
And so it goes, and so it goes,
and so it goes, slows your mind, mind, mind,
so it goes… and so it goes, and so it goes, slows your mind, mind, mind.

Let me preface this with a little information about ‘Da Bomb’, the hottest hot-sauce ever.

From the website: Da’ Bomb The Final Answer – The hottest of all of the Da’ Bomb line. Rated at 1,500,000 Scoville Units. Not for direct consumption, use as a food additive only. Warning: Do NOT eat straight out of the jar!

The few brief encounters I had with ‘Da Bomb’ seem to have permenantly upped my endurance levels when it comes to eat hot sauces. I am in serious contention with the Mexicans here, them handing me slices of peppers and me eating them without second thought. Loading on the picanted sauces. The was actually a Mexican crying at the table the other night from the salsa, while I was busily adding more to my tacos.

Anyway, this is all thanks to Captain John (see ‘Out Both Ends and Crossing the Channel’) who brought me through the burning ring of fire that is an initiation rite at his house. Speaking of Da Bomb, one time I merely picked up the bottle and later went to the mens room. That was what promoted me to institute what I lke to call the ‘pre-wash’. Always wash your hands before you go to the toilet. I mean, you are clean down there, and its not like you are pissing on your hands, so whats the point of washing after? You are however handling filthy objects all day long on your way to the toilet and could possibly contaminate your ‘cash & prizes’ with 1.5 million scoville unit hot sauce residue. Lesson learned.

Apparently there is a town 4 hours north of Puerto Escondido where there lives a lady who from all description sound like ‘The Oracle’ from the Matrix. Its somewhat hard to get there, a bunch of different busses to some crazy part of Mexico up in the mountains. There lives a lady in her mid-sixties, but looks about 85 who when you arrive lets you stay for super cheap and innudates you with joints, hash, and mushrooms. Mostly for free..She is like the Shaman of the Mushrooms or something.

So troops of brave souls have been coming back raving from this place spreading the rumor around for other searching souls to go test their mettle. Apparently the trip is worth if for the scenery alone as it is way way way up in the mountains and you can see like 30 mountain ranges from the lady’s porch. Its all word of mouth and every 4 days or so another small group of like 3-4 will come back and spread the news, whereupon another group will follow the instructions out.

Now before you innundate me with ‘you should haves’, let me just say that mushrooms and I do not jive. Mushrooms and I do not play well together. I dont want to go there. In fact, if a little mushroom came along and said ‘eat me!’, I would say:

No……

Mushroom.

I will not eat you, or any of your tasty friends, however hallucinagenic they may be.

I will now endeavor to refer to myself as ‘us’ whenever possible. For example ‘give us a beer.’ Also, I will no longer physically laugh. I will henceforth only verbally utter the phrase ‘much laughter’, twice.

Puerto Escondido is a small town on the Pacific side of Mexico. A small surf town, with big waves holding international surf competitions. Most people that have been here for a while seem to know eachother. There is a good backpacker community and some crazy nightlife. There is also some pretty amazing sport fishing. I met a guy from Texas who just caught a 8 foot sailfish.

The waves are massive and the waters are succeptible to huge tidal changes producing some pretty strong rips. The rips look like waves going out to the ocean instead of in and when they go out, they crash into the waves that are natrually coming in, creating huge explosions of whitewash.

I spent all the time on the beach in the sun and in the ocean, meeting people, and eating cantaloupes and pineapples. and tacos.

Right now I am in Zihuatanejo, the place they go at the end of Shawshank Redemption. Thought that was a nice touch to the end of the trip.

Also, I just recently read Brave New World, by Aldous Huxley. Cool book. Consequently, he wrote another book called The Doors of Perception, where Jim Morrison and family got their name from.

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A man rakes leaves into
a heap in his pard, a plie,
& leans on his rake &
burns them utterly.
The fragrance fills the forest
children pause & heed the
smell, which will become
nostalgia in several years

-Jim Morrison

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