When Saying No is Saying Yes

Today I posted a comment on an Internet forum about Google's new browser extension for opting out of Interest Based Ads. This new app only supports the Google Chrome browser right now (how convenient.)

Anyway, posting on an online forum is something I rarely do because when you comment on some website's online forum, your name and info gets used for that website's SEO (Search Engine Optimization). Yep, you'll help increase their search engine rank.

That's right. Instead of seeing your name in Google Search for what you want, you'll also be seeing it for what they want. But, I felt this topic was worth the trade-off. (I caught myself playing the good-guy role again). Here's a transcript of my comment:

"I'm almost certain that this IBA Opt-Out is basically another way for Google to spy on our Internet activities. Cookies-In or Cookies-Out, The Big G will know even more about us now than they did before. I'm also convinced that our demographics-in or demographics-out will make a great citizen profile package for the NSA, the FBI and even the CIA.

Our opting-in or opting-out of Google Spyware (let's face it, a cookie IS spyware and it's never a free treat) will make us all accomplices in corporate spying for the federal government. And who do you think the feds report to? Hmmm? But that's another story altogether. Yep, more greenback doggie bags for Switzerland and The Caymans. Our tax dollars tapped for more black-ops. And we helped."

And they actually posted it...

*WARNING! Clicking on the above link today CRASHED my DELL PC because of an outdated BIOS that does not match the Intel Celeron D motherboard that is supposed to be inside my DELL B110 desktop. But there is no Intel board inside my PC. I had an Intel(R) Board ID Tool verify that for me a few minutes ago. So, proceed at your own risk. Google changed the link anyway to hide THEIR lying-ass shit. Jesus H. Christ, what a goddamn lying-ass world. Everyday the lies and deception from the most "trusted" American companies gets worse and worse. People, avoid DELL like the plague. And only use Google Chrome to "view websites" and be very careful about what online companies you give access to your online information. The real danger is from within, not from the outside. The real danger is from the "trusted" sites. Somebody give me a goddamn ray gun. 11-13-11

Author's Update 10-25-11: As you can see, the insufferable sneaky-ass cowards at Google removed the destination URL of the above comment link. BEWARE PEOPLE! This is the last time I'll ever warn the public about what's going on behind your backs. You're on your own now. Good luck.

Author's Update 9-28-11: And, yeppir, I posted it as "Michael Casher" and that's the way it showed until today, 9-28-11. Then my name mysteriously changed to "anonymous". Hmmm. Looks like more black-ops crap to me.

My Comic Secret

Yep, the cat's out of the bag. I liked Sam Kinison. Not everything he did but enough of it to be a fan. Instead of walking on egg shells around sensitive social issues he waded right in. If it was something that needed to be exposed, he exposed it. Instead of pussyfooting around the tough subjects just to make a lousy buck, he risked it all to make you laugh about the shit you didn't have to take anymore from life or from anybody else.

Planet Mike and the Seven Moons

Saddam, bin Laden, Al-Qaeda, LulzSec: What the hell's the difference?

I think it's time for decent people in the world to join together and be of one mind against terrorism. That includes facing our own demons and stop being cat fascinated by the bad-boy mentality behind youths, like the members of LulzSec, who have no respect for anything including you and me, our governments, the companies we do business with, our personal lives, our private property and the concepts and ideas we cherish, including the right to privacy.

It's time to stop supporting the bad asses who want to rule the world with pure will and nothing more. No one has the right "to have fun" at the expense of others. Stop being afraid of these goddamn hacker bastards and stop supporting their illegal activities. Stop being a bunch of candy asses and go after them. Stop LulzSec now.

It's time for the CIA to drag these hacker bastards away from their computers and silently and permanently erase the memory of their unfortunate existence from the face of the earth. Are we men and women or a bunch of freakin' mice? Get the bastards now. That also means getting the bastards who give them voices on the Internet. Do it now. Before it's too late.

Keystone Tax Fraud

At first, I wasn't going to "dash into the fray" — as they say in Merry Old England — over the latest attempt by the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania to defraud not only its 12 million residents but to defraud the nation, as well. But, someone has to point the finger at the guilty parties and squeal here, and I've already written my Fred Fortune post this month, so he's not going to do it.

When Pennsylvania taxpayers file their PA state personal income taxes in 2012 (for tax year 2011), they'll be asked by the Commonwealth to declare the sales tax on untaxed online purchases — now pay close attention to the creative fraud process here — as personal income that needs to be reported. Un-friggin'believable. Pennsylvania already leads the nation in taxation. Pennsylvanians are taxed by their state government more than any other Americans in the nation. It's been that way for decades.

That's right, we Pennsylvania residents line the state coffers for our money-grubbing bureaucrats in the state capital even more than they do in New York State or the State of Illinois. Even more than California. And now the fat cats in Harrisburg expect us to declare unpaid sales tax for online purchases as INCOME and pay state income taxes on it. Whoa! Stop the stagecoach! Before too long the robber barons we stupidly voted for will be holding out their hats to collect a tax when we pay our taxes. Somehow, someway, by some convoluted logic that only Pennsylvania politicians seem to understand, the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania will no doubt, in the foreseeable future, consider all monies spent by its tax-paying residents as INCOME instead of EXPENDITURES.

Yeah, yeah. I know. Those on the state dole figure that the 6% sales tax that is not collected by online businesses for purchases made online by Pennsylvania residents is somehow due the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania. Hold the ponies! I even have a problem with that being a given. Here's an illustrative example. Shopping online at an out-of-state business is like buying salt water taffy in Atlantic City. What the hell right does the state of Pennsylvania have to any of that money? That's right, Pennsylvania has NO RIGHT to that sales tax. If New Jersey can't collect it online for itself, that's New Jersey's problem. But one thing that uncollected online sales tax definitely ISN'T is taxable income for that Pennsylvania online customer. Gimmee a break, already.

You guys and gals down in the state capitol building can shove that notion you know where. We didn't elect you to pick our pockets. If you need to find creative revenue somewhere why don't you let the state police actually fine truckers, Fed Ex drivers and UPS drivers when they break the speed limit or is the posted speed limit in Pennsylvania only for Mom and Pop and commuters? Do you state legislators want another creative revenue idea? How about foregoing the next pay raise you highway robbers automatically give yourselves each year and donate it to the online sales tax fund? There you go. Yeah, that hit you where it counts. Now you know how the rest of us feel.
Damn your worthless hides. What we need here in the Keystone State is to bring back tarring and feathering and the practice of running public offenders (which includes but is not limited to public officials) "out of town on a rail" and mandate both forms of punishment for anyone in Harrisburg who tries to slip their hands into our pockets and purses while we're not looking. When your bank-robbing asses are humiliated and run out of town for defrauding the public and for betraying the public trust, then maybe we can put some men and women back in the state legislature who actually know the most basic principles of accounting.

Until then, we Pennsylvanians are in for a pretty rough ride. Only in Pennsylvania can you be guaranteed not to get your money's worth. It's enough to make you ask for your money back.

My World

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The Coffee a Go Go

I've never been to L.A.'s famous Whisky a Go Go nightclub and I'm not likely to go there in my lifetime. If I ever get to see California before I die I'll pick Monterey and probably never leave once I get there. But that's only in my dreams.

In real life, I search YouTube for retro music and then blog about what I find. Instead of a drink on my table, I always have a cup of coffee at my computer desk to wet my lips while I search and bookmark. I thought I'd post all the links to all the blog postings I've ever done about music. Here, then, are the directions to The Coffee a Go Go.

I try to keep the links from going to You Tube videos that have been removed by someone or other but I can't guarantee it. Headphones are recommended.

The 1980's Pop Music Tsunami

When Guys Could Still Sing

Why Rock Once Ruled

A Sucker for Disco

A Sucker for a Beach Boys Summer

A Sucker for Petula Clark

A Sucker for a Sixties Song

A Sucker for a Sad Song

A Sucker for a Summer Song

Author's Note 3-31-12: I finally gave up maintaining the YouTube video links in my blog postings because they're constantly changing, due to YouTubers closing their accounts, getting warned and sued for copyright infringement and YouTubers deleting their uploaded videos for all kinds of reasons. You'll still be able to find most of the videos I'm writing about by searching YouTube.

Funny Money

I was at the dollar store the other day, where I almost always pay with a debit card. And it's probably a good thing for everybody that I mostly use plastic instead of folding money. And here's why. The last time I took a look at my cash to see that the wad of tens and fives and ones (who can hold onto a twenty?) was really a wad of money in my pocket and not a wad of Kleenex, this is what stared back at me.

Oh, I'm sure that Alexander Hamilton's face was actually on that ten-spot instead of Fred Fortune but, you never know. Whoever thought we'd put eleven men on the moon? Whoever thought the Soviet Union would fall in our lifetime? Whoever thought there'd be no more French Franc or German Mark or Italian Lira? Whoever thought the New World Order's new mouthpiece would be an African-American U.S. President from Illinois?

So, seeing Fred Fortune on a ten-dollar bill may be closer to reality than you think. If the face is already there when I looked at it, the name Fortune will surely be next. God help us all.

Bug-Eyed Boy

If being "bug-eyed" means that the saucer-eyed boy everybody thought you once were was actually a misinterpretation of the "horrified boy" you really were, then, yep, I was the original "bug-eyed boy".

As I grew up in 1950's and 1960's Appalachia, my eyes were bugged out half the time from seeing and hearing things that I could hardly believe. If you have any sense of right and wrong or fairness or feel any obligation or desire to be good, like I did, life is a "shock to your system" more than anything else. Especially as a kid. Here are a dozen examples:

1. That really fat girl dog or girl cat next door can suddenly become a skinnier dog or cat overnight — or even at the drop of a hat — and then be surrounded by little-wee puppies or kittens that no one seems to want except you. So, look but don't touch. Once you touch a puppy or a kitten God makes you their keeper for life.

2. If you see a girl squatting at the edge of the playground, be polite and look away. You'll both be a lot better off if you do.

3. A mouthful of soda pop has no where to go but "out" if you have to sneeze or cough before you can swallow it. Trying to save that fizzy gulp around a sneeze or a cough will only turn your nose into an acid volcano that will make you lose control of other bodily functions as well. Be glad you saw someone else breaking this "kid rule of thumb" before you tried it yourself. It's always better to be "bug-eyed" than to be "be-shit".

4. That's right, men coming out of bars in the middle of the afternoon make up words you'd never imagine in a million years. Make sure your mouth isn't full of fizzing sody pop when you hear them "swear a blue streak" like it's free or something. Sooner or later they'll pay for it when someone bigger and better than them teaches them a lesson about "dirty hollering" in public.

5. Yep, that's the biggest green worm you ever saw. And, no, they're not supposed to be that big. Walk away before you see its face.

6. Nope, nobody knows why grown men pee in alleys and on trees. Yep, he's peeing a river, all right. Run before he sees you seeing him being a worthless drunken bum who ought to be slapped silly.

7. Don't you dare let that fat lady coming down the street hear you calling her "fat". She's not fat. She's "full-figured". So, don't even think about pointing her out to your friends. Now put your eyes back in your head and get out of her way. All of you.

8. Isn't that something? Warner Bros. cartoon characters can hit each other with big mallets and frying pans all day long without suffering any permanent damage. Go ahead and laugh. Or be "shocked and bug-eyed", if you want to. If you get all "shocked and bug-eyed" then you probably won't be tempted to try this at home.

9. Unh, hunh. It sure seems that way. Mr. So-And-So spends more money on his car than he does on his house or his wife and kids. Now, don't judge the man. Just enjoy the fins and all that chrome and those spectacular "white wall tires" while you can. One day soon — even before you know it — making beautiful cars will be a lost art.

10. Now don't stare at this other Mr. So-And-So with your mouth open and your eyes all bugged out. He can't help it that he walks that way or that his lips twitch and his breath whistles. He's not crazy or "retarded". He has a "tic". What's a "tic"? That must be some kind of grown-up secret because no one ever explains to you what that means. It must mean something contagious. Now get out of his way before you catch it.

11. No problem, here. You're not the only kid whose eyes bugged out when you saw a fourth-grade boy punch, beat down and then nearly kick to death another fourth-grader until the cows came home. And right on the school playground, too, while the grown-up world of teachers, janitors, neighbors and parents seems to have disappeared conveniently forever. Let's just hope this little monster dies in an auto accident or something before he can breed and pass on those little monster genes in his DNA that made him think another nine-year-old boy's head was a football. Avoid him like the plague. He may not even be human. Or, if this is being human, they can have it.

12. You got it. That's the brain-destroying sound of the town fire whistle blowing from only two blocks away, making you miss what Bugs Bunny said to Yosemite Sam. It's loud enough to burst your brain cells and maybe even cause a nosebleed. Why they test the whistle every Saturday at noon is a mystery to everyone when the darn thing blows two or three times a day, anyway, each and every day, because most grownups in this area have no clue what to do with fire or electricity. When your eyes return to their sockets, thank your lucky stars that your parents know what to do with fire and electricity, even if the stupid fire whistle doesn't seem to bother them (or any other grownups in this noisy, motorhead town) in the least.

Corn Thievin' Punk

The eternal conflict between man and beast is not really a battle over food. It's a game about territory.

Related post: Berry Pickin' Punk

TC

Ghost of Christmas Past, Present and Future

Sometimes when I look in the mirror this is what looks back at me. It's more than enough to make you think long and hard about your life and how you could have lived it better. It's enough to make you toe the line for the rest of it.

My Favorite Quotes

"Did you ever get the feeling that the world was a tuxedo and you were a pair of brown shoes?" — George Gobel (The Tonight Show, 1969)

"Opinions are like assholes. Everybody's got one." — Clint Eastwood as Inspector Harry Callahan (The Dead Pool, 1988)

"Old age is like a plane flying through a storm. Once you're aboard, there's nothing you can do." — Golda Meier

"It ain't over till it's over." — Yogi Berra, 1973 Pennant Race

"Eep opp ork ah ah." — George Jetson, 1962

"You want a friend in Washington? Get a dog." — Harry Truman

"I refuse to join any club that would have me as a member." — Groucho Marx

"...the key to eternity is hidden inside the moment." — Jonco Bugos, American novelist 1951-20XX

"Behind every great fortune lies a great crime." — Honoré de Balzac, French novelist 1799-1850

"Nature... is what we were put on this earth to rise above." Katherine Hepburn as Rose Sayer (The African Queen, 1951)

"If you can't find happiness, make your own." Bobby Moon, Inspirational Blog Spot Host, 11-29-12

"Fmaah! Fmaah!" Jack Lemmon as Felix Ungar (The Odd Couple, 1968)

"An error doesn't become a mistake until you refuse to correct it." JFK

"Our constitution tells us we are entitled to Life, Liberty and The Pursuit of Happiness. It does NOT say we are entitled to Happiness... just the pursuit of it." screminmimi December 31, 2012

*"Nobody does the right thing." Franka Potente as Marie Kreutz, (The Bourne Identity, 2002) 

*Author's Note 12-6-13: This is an evolving post that grows as I uncover more of my favorite quotes.

10-10-10

America's Darkest Secret

One of the perks of being an American is the right to dissent. That's what voting is for and why I always vote. But sometimes voting isn't enough. The United States is on the verge of an irreversible decline, much like that of the Roman Empire before its eventual collapse into the feudal system of medieval Europe. An empire felled by iniquity and a lack of morality.

Soon, our great North American republic will become the largest corporation in the world and we Americans will no longer be its citizens but its products as well as its property. And we'll be in the newest Dark Ages of the New World Order. An Egyptian pyramid with the Illuminati "all-seeing eye of God" does not belong on The Great Seal of the United States or on the back of an American one-dollar bill.

By the same token, the Illuminati-controlled feds had no right to hide a tiny owl on the one dollar-bill, either. The rat-bastard power elite running the U.S.A. and the entire world have most of us fooled. Me included, until I backed away from the trees far enough to actually see the forest.

By the way, I removed the YouTube link to an Alex Jones video about The Bohemian Grove because it finally dawned on me that Alex Jones is a fake. He's a shill. That's right, Alex Jones is a shill for the New World Order (and he's not alone) and, in addition, Alex Jones is nothing but "controlled opposition" for the Illuminati. Talk about a goddamn Benedict Arnold.

The bottom line here is that our world is being run by the absolute worst people that humanity has to offer. Their deeds are despicable and it's time we took their power away from them (for starters). How we do that will no doubt be a complex, treacherous battle. How we start that process is simple. Make it your duty to recognize what power is and what kind of people seek it. The only kind of power that is not evil is a power that is shared by all. Anything less than that is tyranny. It's time to throw these rat-bastard tyrants out and keep them out.

Man, what a fool I've been. Even I had no idea that such insensate, diabolical deceivers existed among our own American population. Some people will do anything for money. And when you sell out yourself, like these fake whistle-blowers have done, you've got nothing left. Nothing that matters anyway.

Beam me up, already.

The Folly of Unfettered Ambition

Listen up, you reptilian, in-bred, hybrid humans who comprise the so-called "Inner Circle" of the so-called Illuminati. Most people don't know who in the hell you are or where you came from or the fact that you're all leftovers from the Lucifer Rebellion. (Wow, referencing religious content is definitely not my cup of tea.)

Few people have heard the story that the Milky Way galaxy was created as an experimental universe called "Nebadon" where copies of the God pattern were "created in his image" and infused with life force and nurtured according to a plan set up by Christ Michael (also called Jesus Christ, who is one of over 100,000 sons of God and the real creator of our galaxy and everything in it), the Ancients of Days (the so-called rulers of the super universe called "Orvonton" — a collection of galaxies that the Milky Way galaxy is part of — and the executioners of our souls if we are not good and proper slaves), the 24 Elders, the Dalamatia 100 and a host of other so-called "celestial beings" and entities who work for and worship the "Universal Father" in Paradise (a theoretical supreme being/personality/force/center, etc. that no one has ever proven the existence of or seen).

Whew! I know it sure doesn't sound like a kid's Sunday School bible story or a passage from some story book but it also sounds weird enough to be true. In fact, it sounds more like science fiction or maybe even real science than religion, to me. Science and religion are, in fact, inseparable, just like time and space. And that's been the truth's fatal flaw since the dawn of civilization. That the truth would be so terrible that hardly anyone could accept it. Except me and, hopefully, many others who dare to challenge authority when it's perverse and not in everyone's best interests. That's right, if this world isn't for everyone to have a decent life experience in, then it needs to be made into a world that is fit for everybody.

Yeah, it's bad enough that powerful, celestial beings just might control our human destiny, instead of we, ourselves, and I suppose some people might think that it's better to have good and powerful allies than to sweat and toil like slaves under the thumb of those in the Illuminati Inner Circle, who have "lived deliciously" with the earth for eons. These planetary powers-that-be are often called the Illuminati or the New World Order or the global power elite or the "Inner Circle" and that usually suggests to us that their ultimate purpose is to control everything on Earth, from finance to the media.

As a matter of fact, the Inner Circle controls virtually everything now and they hold prestigious seats of power in organizations that we think are merely political, religious or social and are therefore relatively harmless. Too bad the so-called "creators" and all the powerful "good guys" are capable of doing nothing except watching and making notes, like impotent or detached observers. Didn't anyone see the Star Trek episode, The Squire of Gothos? Didn't anybody see the movie, They Live? There's more truth than fiction there. Start paying attention to the world around you.

These are the folks making up The Bilderberger Group, The Council on Foreign Relations, the Council of 13, The Trilateral Commission, The Freemasons (especially the 35th Degree Masons), The Skull & Bones Society, the Knights Templar, The Bohemian Club, The Ordo Templi Orientis and the Vatican element still loyal to the Melchizedek order. And these are just the most visible groups that I know of.

But they couldn't get away with the things they do without your help. Stupid people are their favorite food. They fill your heads with rot from Hollywood, Madison Avenue, the publishing media and the Internet and you gobble it up like rats eating food pellets in a cage. If it's on TV you crave it, cherish it, even idolize it. They've been winning for untold ages because of stupid, lazy people who forget what their first duty as free thinkers in a free society is. Our duty as intelligent human beings is to always question authority and to challenge authority when we think it's not in everyone's best interest.

And, as for you so-called "gods" who are nothing more than the oldest beings in the "master universe" and who think you have a right to tinker with natural life-forces whenever you feel like it, I'm going to personally take you all out of the big picture myself. You hideous, sick, perverted, Nazi-loving bastards. And just how do I plan to do that? Simply by becoming a better person than any of you will ever live to be.

Author's Update, April 13, 2014: In the fall of 2013 I finally decided to read The Castle by Franz Kafka (yes, the German author who also wrote "The Metamorphosis"), a book I bought at a Harrisburg outlet called Ollie's in 1995. I highly recommend "The Castle", if you can get through it and stomach the contents. Most people think "The Castle" is a tale about the nightmare of government bureaucracy but I think Kafka knew more about the real powers-that-be, the ones that truly hide from us and tinker with our lives so our true destiny is buried beneath the fate they construct for us. What this also means is that most people would rather be titillated by deception and lies than be enlightened by the truth. Which makes most people their own worst enemy. In April 2014 I taped a 1974 movie off Turner Classic Movies (TCM) called Zardoz, starring Sean Connery. If you can stomach the cheesy production qualities (including Sean Connery in a ridiculous jock-strap costume) and the disturbing, lascivious treatment that creepy writer, producer, director John Boorman gave this otherwise visionary film, I recommend this movie for anyone who's not afraid to face the unfortunate reality that sick, twisted, incompetent "immortal" beings are having fun with us, for their amusement only. Proof that NO ONE should live forever. 

(re-posted from Thinker's Corner. Formerly entitled Good-Bye "Inner Circle")

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Belly Call

I never thought it was possible until it actually happened. One day I accidentally speed-dialed a phone number on my cell phone...with my belly. No lie.

One day last summer I slid into the car with my trusty Motorola C139 Tracfone securely attached to the belt holding up my cargo shorts. Yep, some 57-year-old men in Appalachia wear cargo shorts. Not all of us stuff our inflated bellies and backsides into stone-washed Levi's, pretending that time has granted us a reprieve from the aging process. Besides, cargo shorts hold an incredible amount of stuff. I could never fit a wallet, car keys, house keys, business card holder, one of those new 15-stick packs of Winterfresh gum, three or four bucks worth of loose change, pill box, pack of pocket tissues and a big blue bandanna into a pair of blue jeans, no matter what style. Besides, I'd rather look like Captain Kangaroo any day than The Pillsbury Doughboy.

To make a long story less long, when I sat down in the car, my belly (which is not quite a spare car tire but more than a spare bicycle tire) speed-dialed the number of a woman I knew who happened to be in a meeting at work at the time. I didn't know I'd dialed her until I got home when, before turning off my cell phone, I saw that she'd discreetly text messaged me from her meeting, asking me what I wanted.

I had to call her back and tell her that I'd dialed her with the extra fat round my middle and not on purpose. I also called her because I had no idea how to reply to a text message. Just because I can send and receive text messages with my cell phone doesn't mean I know how to or even want to. I have a cell phone for security, emergencies and store-to-home calling so I don't bring home the wrong thing. I'd rather make a call than return an item. In other words, I'm one of those 20th Century leftovers who talks on the phone instead of typing on it.

Anyway, the woman I'd accidentally speed-dialed with my big belly was, to my relief, mildly amused by what had happened. I'm glad because anything so stupid as speed-dialing somebody with your belly and then taking forever to reply to a text message back could have easily been misinterpreted as a prank. But, hell, I'd never make a crank phone call. I wouldn't know how to go about it in the first place, even if I wanted to. Except maybe getting behind the wheel of my aging Daewoo Lanos with my cell phone on and just hoping that my belly and the steering wheel would know what to do.

The moral of this story is that, being a good guy who still wants to become a better guy, I lost 25 pounds and most of it came off my belly. So, the only way I could accidentally speed-dial anyone with my belly these days would be if I tripped and fell flat on my face.

Author's Note, 2-11-11: Because of technical difficulties, I had to give up my Motorola C139 "candy bar" phone and replace it with an LG 410g flip-phone. The biggest benefit with this upgrade is that I don't have to worry about my belly speed dialing people behind my back anymore. The downside is to not give in to the temptation to eat every candy bar, pizza and sub in sight just because the size of my belly is no longer a mobile phone issue.