Who the Frak are YOU: The RI Membership Directory

[Hugh Manatee Wins]

I started a notepad file once on various usernames that I suspected of being trolls and sockpuppets, but it turned out to require far more investment in the project than I was willing to provide.

I ask you this, on the sanctity of your username (really all we have here), do you employ sock puppets yourself, or do you have another username on RI?

I might rather enjoy being cagey on this, but I won't - nope - I have only this name here, and that's all I intend to have.

Hunh.

I thought, based on your teapot website and all, that you were all about mystical coincidences and synchronicity and declaring that 'we can't really know anything about a manipulated world so we should just surf.'

But there you are being all suspiciously analytical and score-keeping and doubt-sowing on sock-puppets for a few weeks now in most of your posts.

Rather a contradiction there but now we know more about you.

[Penguin]

Hey, mystical is my first name, hunch the second, and analytical the third.

[beeline]

OK, since Miles won't give me any kudos for my snarky 'I am a figment' remark, I'll spill some beans:

I was raised in an activist household. So, while other kids were playing Atari, I was sitting on the Pentagon steps, freezing my butt off, with some sort of sign or banner in my hand. I was also wondering sometimes our mail was opened before it got to our mailbox. This led to a deep mistrust of almost any authority, to a point where it was alomst pathological: why listen to teachers or instructors of any kind if (a) you were smarter than them and (b) they were probably lying to you anyway.

I was born in the Nixon era, so some of my first memories are of my Dad saying 'Nixon was a fink.' Also I remeber going up to the roof on July 4, 1976 and seeing the most spectacular display of fireworks ever: our house was located in the middle of 4 townships, and each township had it's own display. My dad also threw out the "we have the best government money can buy" line.

Probably I didn't really get into CT until I saw JFK. I never really trusted the government in the first place, but that blew me away. So to speak.

As far as 9/11 goes, I never believed the official story once I learned the next day that WTC7 had collapsed. Also, I remember being bothered by the release of the hijackers identities almost immidiately. "How could they have figured that out already?" popped into my head as soon as I saw the pictures, and I think that was the evening of 9/11.

I think Bob Marley was somehow killed by the CIA. Yes, I know he died of 'foot cancer.' Now tell me one other person that has ever died of 'foot cancer.' I think they put plutonium in his sandals. They had 'good' reason to: Bob Marley wanted to liberate the Carribean. Can't have that, now can we?

[Nordic]

OK, since Miles won't give me any kudos for my snarky 'I am a figment' remark, I'll spill some beans:

I was raised in an activist household. So, while other kids were playing Atari, I was sitting on the Pentagon steps, freezing my butt off, with some sort of sign or banner in my hand. I was also wondering sometimes our mail was opened before it got to our mailbox. This led to a deep mistrust of almost any authority, to a point where it was alomst pathological: why listen to teachers or instructors of any kind if (a) you were smarter than them and (b) they were probably lying to you anyway.

I was born in the Nixon era, so some of my first memories are of my Dad saying 'Nixon was a fink.' Also I remeber going up to the roof on July 4, 1976 and seeing the most spectacular display of fireworks ever: our house was located in the middle of 4 townships, and each township had it's own display. My dad also threw out the "we have the best government money can buy" line.

Probably I didn't really get into CT until I saw JFK. I never really trusted the government in the first place, but that blew me away. So to speak.

As far as 9/11 goes, I never believed the official story once I learned the next day that WTC7 had collapsed. Also, I remember being bothered by the release of the hijackers identities almost immidiately. "How could they have figured that out already?" popped into my head as soon as I saw the pictures, and I think that was the evening of 9/11.

I think Bob Marley was somehow killed by the CIA. Yes, I know he died of 'foot cancer.' Now tell me one other person that has ever died of 'foot cancer.' I think they put plutonium in his sandals. They had 'good' reason to: Bob Marley wanted to liberate the Carribean. Can't have that, now can we?

I think the same about Bill Hicks. Sure, he chainsmoked, but he was very young. And knowing Barbara Bush the way we now know Barbara Bush, his monologue about Babs and Rush Limbaugh in the bathtub might have been what did it for him.

I mean, even by my Bush-hating standards, that monologue is PROFANE. Deserved, but profane.

[Zap]

I thought, based on your teapot website and all, that you were all about mystical coincidences and synchronicity and declaring that 'we can't really know anything about a manipulated world so we should just surf.'

But there you are being all suspiciously analytical and score-keeping and doubt-sowing on sock-puppets for a few weeks now in most of your posts.

Rather a contradiction there but now we know more about you.

My background is heavily in skepticism/atheism/secular humanism/scientific reasoning/rationalism ... which is why the whole teapot thing was such a mindfuck and transformational kicker for me.

Also, I also have somewhat paranoid tendencies - for example:

The more I see how you operate here, the more I am coming to think that you have no actual interest in discussion - and moreover, that you don't even believe in most of the bullcrap you post.

If my impression is correct, then replying to you at all is just giving you what you want - derailment, distraction, controversy, arguments, attention. Yet here I am doing it again - how's that for a contradiction?

Hopefully, once I solidify this opinion of you, and stop occasionally wondering if maybe you're somehow for real, after all, I'll get better at simply ignoring you, as so many of my elders and betters have done before me.

[Project Willow]

Does anyone NOT know who I am?

[sw]

I know who you are, pw.

People don't have to always use words for me to know them. I look at your art and see you.

I looked at the images Op Ed posted in the data dump....the horrible ones that look like women are tortured and decided to stay the heck away from him. You only have so much energy. If someone can suck all your energy out, you have nothing left for your work. Don't waste it on that poster.

Ignore him. He won't go away. He'll taunt you and the best you can do is ignore him. Just my opinion. Maybe he'll be banned soon or forced into the fire pit.

He is obviously very attached to you, don't attach back.

[norton ash]

I am a 47 year old Canadian, born, raised and live in Northern Ontario, well-traveled and pretty dang cosmopolitan (by cracky) of French/Irish/Scots/Alcoholic heritage.

That's all I can really say. Okay, I am Spartacus.

I'm a generalist, try to see all sides, and seldom have a dog in most RI arguments. I have deep respect for all the regulars here. I feel lazy and apathetic by comparison.

And Jeff Wells is a Great Canadian!

[SonicG]

innarestin' stories all around...Regardless of my low post count, I have been reading the blog and lurking here for a long time. I think I first ran into the blog during the Rev. Moon coronation brouhaha...What is up with Moon these days?? A while ago, I invaded the chat room and thought I would try to start posting more.
I grew up in SoCal and remember hearing a radio show called, I believe, Open Mind with Ray Breen (or Roy? anyone know?) on KABC, saturday nights, in the mid-70s and he covered all kinds of occult and UFO stuff. I was a youngster and I am sure it had a huge affect on, well, opening my mind. Later, as I got more into left politics, esp. related to Latin America, I discovered Covert Action Information Bulletin which was an awesome source of well-documented info. Anyhow, my travels have take me through anarchism, the situationists, entheogens...and physically to Mexico City (about five years) and now Japan where I have been almost 12 years but am thinking of immigrating again if the world hangs in there...

[jam.fuse]

link to my upcoming show in berlin

http://www.cafe-zapata.de/Ausstellung06.htm

[elfismiles]

OK, since Miles won't give me any kudos for my snarky 'I am a figment' remark, I'll spill some beans:

...

I think Bob Marley was somehow killed by the CIA. Yes, I know he died of 'foot cancer.' Now tell me one other person that has ever died of 'foot cancer.' I think they put plutonium in his sandals. They had 'good' reason to: Bob Marley wanted to liberate the Carribean. Can't have that, now can we?

Thank you Beeline. Great stuff!

Re: Marley's death... check out what my co-host Mack White had to say about that beginning towards the end of this part (below) of our Psi-Op Radio show and at the beginning of this other part (below):

PsiOp Radio 8/30/2009 Part 5
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u8_uv5x7S0k

PsiOp Radio 8/30/2009 Part 6
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=btDPuVIOmNM

[beeline]

No shit. I have been saying that about Bob Marley for years, and people just laugh. Never heard that story about Colby's son or the wire in the boots, but that's essentially what I was thinking.

Going on sheer memory here, but I seem to remember that Marley moved to Wilmington DE for a few years, soley because he feared for his life in Jamaica after the gangland slaying of Tosh and I think even one similar attempt on Marley.

Factor in Marley's political views and message, a Reagan White House/CIA, the cold-war era, and the Monroe Doctrine in general and I think the circumstantial evidence adds up.

[Sounder]

Dr Volin, that was awesome, and yes, I also have long thought of Paul as a Roman agent. Yours is a neat observation to support the idea.

Opportunity for getting perspective about where folk are coming from must be a good thing.

Thanks to all.

I am a 53 year old male, and am a remodel carpenter by trade. My basic strategy toward life is to do what needs to be done so that I am then able to do what I want to do with better engagement. What I need to do is to take care of mundane tasks, and also give attentiveness, respect and love to family, friends, strangers, business contacts and our cat. This is done for practical rather than for idealistic reasons. The idea behind it is that if you create fewer problems for others then fewer problems will bounce back at you. Or, the less pathology you project on others, the less pathology you will have to deal with.

I have been unemployed for about a year now, but things are good as I have always enjoyed a low dollar lifestyle and resist converting wants into needs. I did do some work recently and still loved it, so I trust there will be more work for me as we settle into a new situation. (My wife and I just moved a second time.)

My major work life started among a group of prim donna Buddhist carpenters. Those were sure fine ego/no ego battles, I tell ya. This on and off, but mostly on relationship ended last year after 25 years, with my wife going back to school, getting a masters and us moving to a new city.

One benefit of doing what I need to do; i.e. getting work done in a quick and quality fashion, is that I can be outspoken and get away with it. For me, this involves examining fundamental assumptions of our belief systems, which I call guerrilla ontology. I’m a little embarrassed that this seems to be done for personal entertainment and as a hobby, but I have nothing I want to sell and learning how people react to threats towards their sense of personal identity seems useful.

While I am under no illusions about the abundance of my writerly talents, the writing on:

http://guerrillaontology.blogspot.com/

represent my thinking well enough. The main paper is Creativity Unleashed, and is a rewrite of a paper from the early 90’s called Voice of the Ineffable.

My aim and intent is to participate in the creation/realization of a new criterion for understanding; a new set of correspondences for ordering our forms, and perhaps some new forms for ordering also.

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Hi. Newbie here.

That's a very helpful question, you ask:

just who the fuck am I?

Which is, essentially, a question of identity of course.

Well, to be perfectly frank with you (but I am perfectly willing to be less frank, at your request), I am not my identities.

Oh, sure. I play many roles in this brief drama of birth and death.

But I am not those roles either.

Essentially, I spend a lot of my energy questioning assumptions.

Mine first, of course. But others' aren't excluded.

So that's basically who I am.

A questioner of what appears to be real.

Who often discovers that things aren't what they appear to be.



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[chiggerbit]

Cuda wrote:

They already know who all of you are.



That's probably true, but what's telling about it is they don't seem to care. I've read more subtlely treasonous and outrightly seditious statements on this board than just about anywhere else in my little jaunts about the net.

Shoot, man, you need to start hanging out at the fringe-right sites, if that's what you're looking for.