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January 27th, 2007

Jesus Camp

Today I watched Jesus Camp and it completely disgusted me. The movie showed how the evangelical Christian community brainwash young kids to serve their agenda. There was this kid who was ten years old and he was “saved” at five because he felt like there was more for him in life - at five! There was this other girl who was shown going up to complete strangers and telling them about jesus and then praised by their family for doing so.

Becky Fischer: I can go into a playground of kids that don’t know anything about Christianity, lead them to the Lord in a matter of, just no time at all, and just moments later they can be seeing visions and hearing the voice of God, because they’re so open. They are so usable in Christianity.

This is a quote in one of the user comments on IMDB. It pretty sums up what is wrong with these people.

But the most touching scenes are the ones where the children are alone, and we see the ways that this indoctrination creeps into the most innocent elements of childhood. 11 year old Tori loves dancing to Christian rock, but frets that it’s not always easy to dance for God instead of “dancing for the flesh.” On an outing to the bowling alley, 9 year old Rachael feels compelled to walk up to strangers and awkwardly evangelize to them, without being prompted. A roomful of boys telling ghost stories after dark are interrupted by an adult who warns them about stories that don’t glorify God.

This movie is scarier than any horror movie I have ever seen.

Have you seen this movie? What did you think about it?

  
Mood : happymellow
Music : http://jared.serveftp.net:9000/listen.pls
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January 21st, 2007

Five years

Tuesday Jan 22, 2002 I got myself on a plane and I moved to Florida. It was an exciting day for me. I was scared, and excited and wondered if I made the right decision, and wondering what lied in store for me. When I met up with Jessica I remember that when Jessica helped put my bags in the back of her truck she twisted her back wrong and it hurt her. This back pain would live with her for the majority of my stay. I don’t know if she ever got over it, but I remember her having a lot of pain for a long time. I felt really bad for her. I remember getting in to Tampa around the right time for rush hour and sitting in traffic forever. I think it took us an hour to drive a mile. It was crazy. When we finally arrived at her house we settled in for a bit and then went to The Ringside Cafe for food and some liquor. The relationship didn’t last very long and I found out in March that she was cheating on me with this guy in Boston, and had some kind of Internet sexual relationship since sometime in the middle of Feb. So really the relationship in a non cheating way lasted less than a month even though I stayed with her until May and moved out in June. She denied her relationship with that person up to the day I moved out even though I knew better, even though I had proof otherwise, even though she moved to Boston months after I moved out. Anyway, that shit is behind me now.

When I moved down here I knew Florida from when my dad lived in Florida City, and so I already knew it was hot and pretty and stuff. Tampa was a bit different than south Miami, or at least my impressions. I didn’t remember there being pine trees, and I thought and still think it is really cool to see a pine tree right next to a palm tree. I love the white sand that is here in the suncoast area. I love that it doesn’t get as hot here as it did in Miami. I love being so close to Busch Gardens. I remember when I was visiting my dad and we went to Orlando seeing signs to Busch Gardens and I remember wanting to go. We couldn’t make it because it was too far away and we didn’t have enough time or money or something so that was disappointing. I have gone a lot of times since living in St. Pete, and I like that park.

I still am in love with this city. I still feel the magic and newness of being here. It may not be perfect, I would love to see the mountains here. I remember when I was living in Denver that my plan was to live in a place for five years and then move on to a new place. It might happen, I might move to DC, but the cold keeps me away. I want to move DC and it’s history and museums and Ethiopian restaurants and subway system here. If DC was in a nice warn climate with beaches and palm trees and stuff, then I would be there in a heart beat. Another thing that keeps me here is the fact that I have a good job with good benefits and good pay. I didn’t see that future before, I was still cooking and working at dead end jobs so I had nothing else to lose.

This has been a pretty good five years for the most part. I am making a lot more money, in a steady job and stuff. There are other things in my life that I could be more successful in but that is just my personality and lack of social skills and stuff.

It is amazing how relatively quickly this last five years has gone by. There is still more about this city that I want to know more about, and I love driving just to explore.

I think I will go to the beach tomorrow.

  
Mood : happytired
Music : http://jared.serveftp.net:9000/listen.pls
Tv : fooseball
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January 5th, 2007

Boss Hog

Yesterday night I was doing some maintenance on Carrot Juice and I was looking at my incoming links list and I saw a webpage I didn’t recognise so I went there and it was a pretty nifty site, and on the site was a link to a Rolling Stone article called Boss Hog about Smithfield Foods which is the largest pig killer in the world. The article talked about the massive amounts of shit the pigs produce and how much of a massive environmental impact this is causing killing huge amounts of fish and how there have been human deaths involved with this as well. It is a pretty good article.

The first page of the article:

Smithfield Foods, the largest and most profitable pork processor in the world, killed 27 million hogs last year. That’s a number worth considering. A slaughter-weight hog is fifty percent heavier than a person. The logistical challenge of processing that many pigs each year is roughly equivalent to butchering and boxing the entire human populations of New York, Los Angeles, Chicago, Houston, Philadelphia, Phoenix, San Antonio, San Diego, Dallas, San Jose, Detroit, Indianapolis, Jacksonville, San Francisco, Columbus, Austin, Memphis, Baltimore, Fort Worth, Charlotte, El Paso, Milwaukee, Seattle, Boston, Denver, Louisville, Washington, D.C., Nashville, Las Vegas, Portland, Oklahoma City and Tucson.

Smithfield Foods actually faces a more difficult task than transmogrifying the populations of America’s thirty-two largest cities into edible packages of meat. Hogs produce three times more excrement than human beings do. The 500,000 pigs at a single Smithfield subsidiary in Utah generate more fecal matter each year than the 1.5 million inhabitants of Manhattan. The best estimates put Smithfield’s total waste discharge at 26 million tons a year. That would fill four Yankee Stadiums. Even when divided among the many small pig production units that surround the company’s slaughterhouses, that is not a containable amount.

Smithfield estimates that its total sales will reach $11.4 billion this year. So prodigious is its fecal waste, however, that if the company treated its effluvia as big-city governments do — even if it came marginally close to that standard — it would lose money. So many of its contractors allow great volumes of waste to run out of their slope-floored barns and sit blithely in the open, untreated, where the elements break it down and gravity pulls it into groundwater and river systems. Although the company proclaims a culture of environmental responsibility, ostentatious pollution is a linchpin of Smithfield’s business model.

A lot of pig shit is one thing; a lot of highly toxic pig shit is another. The excrement of Smithfield hogs is hardly even pig shit: On a continuum of pollutants, it is probably closer to radioactive waste than to organic manure. The reason it is so toxic is Smithfield’s efficiency. The company produces 6 billion pounds of packaged pork each year. That’s a remarkable achievement, a prolificacy unimagined only two decades ago, and the only way to do it is to raise pigs in astonishing, unprecedented concentrations.

Smithfield’s pigs live by the hundreds or thousands in warehouse-like barns, in rows of wall-to-wall pens. Sows are artificially inseminated and fed and delivered of their piglets in cages so small they cannot turn around. Forty fully grown 250-pound male hogs often occupy a pen the size of a tiny apartment. They trample each other to death. There is no sunlight, straw, fresh air or earth. The floors are slatted to allow excrement to fall into a catchment pit under the pens, but many things besides excrement can wind up in the pits: afterbirths, piglets accidentally crushed by their mothers, old batteries, broken bottles of insecticide, antibiotic syringes, stillborn pigs — anything small enough to fit through the foot-wide pipes that drain the pits. The pipes remain closed until enough sewage accumulates in the pits to create good expulsion pressure; then the pipes are opened and everything bursts out into a large holding pond.

The temperature inside hog houses is often hotter than ninety degrees. The air, saturated almost to the point of precipitation with gases from shit and chemicals, can be lethal to the pigs. Enormous exhaust fans run twenty-four hours a day. The ventilation systems function like the ventilators of terminal patients: If they break down for any length of time, pigs start dying.

From Smithfield’s point of view, the problem with this lifestyle is immunological. Taken together, the immobility, poisonous air and terror of confinement badly damage the pigs’ immune systems. They become susceptible to infection, and in such dense quarters microbes or parasites or fungi, once established in one pig, will rush spritelike through the whole population. Accordingly, factory pigs are infused with a huge range of antibiotics and vaccines, and are doused with insecticides. Without these compounds — oxytetracycline, draxxin, ceftiofur, tiamulin — diseases would likely kill them. Thus factory-farm pigs remain in a state of dying until they’re slaughtered. When a pig nearly ready to be slaughtered grows ill, workers sometimes shoot it up with as many drugs as necessary to get it to the slaughterhouse under its own power. As long as the pig remains ambulatory, it can be legally killed and sold as meat.

The drugs Smithfield administers to its pigs, of course, exit its hog houses in pig shit. Industrial pig waste also contains a host of other toxic substances: ammonia, methane, hydrogen sulfide, carbon monoxide, cyanide, phosphorous, nitrates and heavy metals. In addition, the waste nurses more than 100 microbial pathogens that can cause illness in humans, including salmonella, cryptosporidium, streptocolli and girardia. Each gram of hog shit can contain as much as 100 million fecal coliform bacteria.

Smithfield’s holding ponds — the company calls them lagoons — cover as much as 120,000 square feet. The area around a single slaughterhouse can contain hundreds of lagoons, some of which run thirty feet deep. The liquid in them is not brown. The interactions between the bacteria and blood and afterbirths and stillborn piglets and urine and excrement and chemicals and drugs turn the lagoons pink.

Even light rains can cause lagoons to overflow; major floods have transformed entire counties into pig-shit bayous. To alleviate swelling lagoons, workers sometimes pump the shit out of them and spray the waste on surrounding fields, which results in what the industry daintily refers to as “overapplication.” This can turn hundreds of acres — thousands of football fields — into shallow mud puddles of pig shit. Tree branches drip with pig shit.

Some pig-farm lagoons have polyethylene liners, which can be punctured by rocks in the ground, allowing shit to seep beneath the liners and spread and ferment. Gases from the fermentation can inflate the liner like a hot-air balloon and rise in an expanding, accelerating bubble, forcing thousands of tons of feces out of the lagoon in all directions.

Article is continued here:

Anyway, I was really shocked to see this come from a mainstream magazine like Rolling Stone and at the same time I am happy that they published an article like this. Rolling Stone has millions of readers and I am sure that they open up a lot of eyes to the tortures and environmental impact that eating meat produces.

I personally am going to buy this issue and also write a letter to them thanking them for allowing such a piece to be published.

  
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January 2nd, 2007

13 month moon cycle based calendars

About a month or so ago I bought a Lakota calendar from Natures Food Patch and when I opened it up when I got home it was a bit different than a normal calendar you buy. It did have months and days on it, but not in the same format that one is used to. This calendar had Lakota months on it and then fit in the corresponding Gregorian date within the grid. I thought that this was pretty cool.

The other day I was looking for more information online about the Lakota calendar, and I couldn’t find much information on it, but while looking I found information on a 13 month 28 day calendar. It looked really interesting and I found several websites with good information on it, and I have been doing more and more research on this type of calendar.

I created a couple of Google calendars, one with this year’s Lakota calendar , and one on the 13 month 28 day calendar. Click on the buttons to add them to your calendar.

Yesterday I tried to do more research on the Lakota calendar and I found a website about the Lakota Winter Counts, and I am watching the commentaries from some people from the Lakota tribes. It is pretty interesting.

This is from Tortuga.com, you input your birthday and it will tell you your corresponding Aztec day of birth, it is pretty interesting:

Crystal Moon day 9
Year of the Blue Rhythmic Storm

kin 75: Blue Planetary Eagle

I Perfect in order to Create

Producing Mind

I seal the Output of Vision

With the Planetary tone of Manifestation

I am guided by the power of Abundance

I am a polar kin    I extend the Blue galactic spectrum.

  
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