So, I was watching the last episode of hero's this year and it's like wtf? Is a superhero series only option for the future a 'registration act'? I understand its a natural progression in society, but seriously why are the Heroes writers ripping off already ideas made by marvel? I understand Marvel is an amazing entity in story telling, and fans of the publication love the books, but seriously are personal idea's not common anymore? Are all ideas just regurgitated from previous concepts and re-established in different times. I love history for this very reason, nothing is fucking new! its just reused!
Sorry random rant that made me think.
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Diagnostic essay original and revised.
The Curse, The Gift... (Original paper)
In life, there is no certainty. We will die as every organism is destined to, age as the years run by, and occasionally fall ill to the infinite sickness or accidents that rule the days of our existence. We as a society, dream that we will become the bearer of powerful abilities, which would set us apart from the rest of the worlds, all ready, most powerful species. Thoughts of flying through the skies, free from the prisons of machinery into the open air with the wind blowing through the follicles of our hair. Teleporting to anywhere we set our minds too, from the Walls of China, the Summit of Everest, or even the ancient city of Manchu Picchu. Possibly, lifting a car above our heads and chucking it into the depths of space, while our feet are planted on the very soil it once stood. For myself, I would choose a simpler ability that would not excite those at first glance who wish to fly, teleport, or have superhuman strength. The ability I would have would be instantaneous cellular regeneration. This ability would supercharge my immunity system to always be at the top of any other species. Adapting and regenerating to anything that would harm me such as a disease or a simple accident. Not having to worry about the consequences and the toll I would put on my body. Yet, with all worries or problems that fleet us, more and new problems arise.
The first day I would have this ability it would possibly be the most interesting day of my life. I would, personally, test the very stints of my limitless ability by pushing the levels of my endorphins and slowly nullifying the pain sensors that shoot through the body. I would slowly see how my ability works by creating bruises, cuts, and even burn marks. Dangerous tests that would leave others disabled or dead would soon follow from falling out of high places to losing appendages and limbs. After all the conclusions have been accounted, I would join the military Special Force such as the U.S. Navy Seals or Army Rangers. Learn all that I can and become the ultimate tactical fighting machine. Life would become a virtual reality simulation, where the idealization of death would be but a long forgotten side note of the mind. Age would have no meaning for my regenerative body could keep my heart, muscles, bones, eyes, and any other system coursing through me on untapped levels of God-like stature. Yet, there is always the other route in life; which is far from the spectrum of war and tactical political growth and control.
The power that is contained in the genetic code of my body could save millions. . My body would be the healing temple for diseases that doctors can only give vaccinations and temporarily relief, which would finally be a distant memory to the suffering of the world. A new society of children with no fear of premature lives or unwanted illnesses, and I would be the father of it. However, the problem with any great power is that those with much more pull will always claim the rights of others as there own.
In our society, my power would never have been known. I would be a myth that was lost in the medical citations of future generations. My identity would be veiled in secrecy with scientists always around me. A lab rat to the corporation; dissected, experimented on, and studied to endless depths. In reality, why would you want one super human, when the biggest force is within numbers and having millions of cost efficient soldiers at your disposal? So, one has to wonder if my new found ability would truly be a gift or a curse.
As the world continuously rotates into unforeseen futures, there will always be humans with extraordinary talents that could be emphasized as special abilities. Knowing what I know about the outcomes and paths of my special ability, I would still choose the same. Maybe with this one power I could help those around me while still living a peaceful life. Yet, since I know how our society is, I would still have to play the game of life as secretly as possible. No animal should be caged. Freedom is a natural birth right, yet it is twisted for the betterment of society.
Revised Paper:
Power of Dreams
Prologue
I have come to the realization that I am a monster. A beast trapped in the very captivity of my body. They say that good is the act of God while the path of evil is the lust and misguidance of Lucifer. I was but a man, whom just became a man, when I received this ‘gift,’ but now I have become something more. Maybe this is where the myths of Rome and Greece came from. Maybe our predecessors of time had abilities also but instead of not knowing what they had, they saw themselves as gods. How did I come to this point in my life? No love, no hope, no feeling, just a brain withered and spread to thinly. My heart beckons for acceptance but my brain shuts out its voice. My heart craves the desire for a tunnel of light, eternal sleep to whatever is left at the end of my life, and the sweet embrace of Michael, Samuel, Azreal, Malak Almawt, or any other name to which he is referred to as. My brain is a Darwin-istic power that believes in ‘survival of the fittest’, and does not want to die.
I remember bits and parts of the day I received my ability, it has been so long since I have had a chance to reflect. The past few years have been a whirlwind with memories starting to fade, childhood seems so far away. Maybe the reason I’m starting to become disarrayed and disconnected is because I’m losing the memories and lessons of my parents. Yet, that is beyond the point. Why must I be different…? The day I received my ‘gift’ has to be the beginning of my fall… I do not know how I received my power… maybe I have always had it, yet it was just dormant inside of me. I became arrogant, cocky, and reacted to fast to situations instead of thinking. I did not feel like a god, I was one. I started out by testing the very stints of my limitless ability. Pushing the levels of my endorphins and slowly nullifying the pain sensors that shoot through my body. I slowly saw how my ability works by creating bruises, cuts, and even burn marks. Dangerous tests that would leave others disabled or dead followed. I became the ultimate weapon for tactical warfare and in my mind I was a ‘god’. Enlisting in special operations for the U.S. Navy I was able to sharpen my skills. Missions like assignations, reconnaissance, and sabotage. I didn’t care what I was doing at the moments, it was just my job and I was good at it. After a few years of government work, and waking to the faces of the people I killed, I decided I wanted to do something different with my life. My days of bloodshed were over, so I disappeared. Leaving my former life, my family, and everything I knew. A fresh start is what I needed.
I fled to the northern shore of Venezuela and lived on the beach in a small one-bedroom bungalow, finally at peace. Staring into the ocean and free from my ability. Not needing the thoughts of being godly anymore I was free. I was humbled. And I had met a woman I feel in love with. Her name was Zaria. She had the most amazing green eyes, off shadowed by velvet black hair. Yet, I was found. She was not who she said she was. Then the prosecution came, under false allegations of treason, since the American government has a problem with Venezuela’s current president and need an excuse to lock me away forever. Brought back to the U.S. I was placed in a medical center to be broken down and have my ability duplicated. Everyday was a regiment of needles, probing, samples, diseases, and ‘aggressive’ experiments. All the acts were under the supervision of Zaria and she used me for my ability. She was a neuroscientist, who needed my ability to cure her ailing sister. I do not remember her real name. Yet, I continued calling her Zaria. I wanted to hurt her and make her remember the emotional pain she inflicted upon me! Besides the times I saw Zaria, I blocked out most of the time between surgical tables, gauntlet rooms of onslaught, and my six by five foot cell of solitude and mind deprivation numbered 24. The only comfort I had was with the person next to my cell. His name was Brayn. He was an amazing thinker from Russia, who was a spy for his ‘comrade’ nation. He would tell stories that made me feel like he and I were the same person just separated by continents. He told me of his ill actions, and how he only did what he needed to do to survive.
As the days faded away and my circadian rhythms were on a 25-hour clock, I lost time of what day and month it was. Today was different though. Zaria had a different look in her eyes. And even though she betrayed me I still deeply cared for her. Zaria, with two orderlies, came into my cell to retrieve me for more testing on the day I escaped. As I was being walked down the corridor chaos erupted. A fireball had erupted somewhere in the Facility. I was instantly knocked out.
I awoke half naked on a small island off of the coast of Brazil. But I was different, back to my old ways of the hunger of Godly worship. I needed to regain myself and find revenge. I wondered the beach until I found a group of people. They soon accepted me as one of their own. And as time grew, I started to meet the factions of guerrilla warfare in the South American countries. And as time progressed I soon became the local’s god. They saw what I could do. And amazed by my ability they raised me into power.
After years of conflict with CIA operatives, assignation attempts, and countless other economical problems, I started to lose the very people who helped me. Everyone eventually died and there was nothing left to fight for, the new generation that came in kept becoming more vicious, more aggressive and more outrageous in acts of violence. So, after 20 years of living like this it was time to leave. I fled early one night. Charting a boat from Brazil to Mexico. And traveled to the center of Mexico City. I bought an apartment loft in the city in Moras, Mexico City, Mexico. And spent the following years they’re being left alone. Away from the world and its insidious nature.
I am but all alone and out of the blue I receive a call. I pick up the phone, and on the other end is Brayn, my old friend who I thought was dead so many years ago. He tells me that he is at a hotel in room 124 down in the heart of Mexico City at a hotel called Casa Vieja. So I decide to grab my jacket and head out. When I reached the hotel I headed to his room. Knocked once, no answer. Knocked twice, no answer. I turned the handle and oddly enough it was open. I walked in and checked the rooms; I searched the area for any sign of him. And I saw a flicker in the bedroom. I opened the door. And in front of me their was a mirror. And in the mirror was me… and the reflection spoke to me and said:
Epilogue
In our society, my power would never have been known. I would be a myth that was lost in the medical citations of future generations. My identity would be veiled in secrecy with scientists always around me. A lab rat to the corporation; dissected, experimented on, and studied to endless depths. In reality, why would you want one super human, when the biggest force is within numbers and having millions of cost efficient soldiers at your disposal? So, one has to wonder if any new found ability would truly be a gift or a curse.
As the world continuously rotates into unforeseen futures, there will always be humans with extraordinary talents that could be emphasized as special abilities. Knowing what I know about the outcomes and paths of the special ability I choose, I would still choose the same. Maybe with this one power I could help those around me while still living a peaceful life. Yet, since I know how our society is, I would still have to play the game of life as secretly as possible. No animal should be caged. Freedom is a natural birth right, yet it is twisted for the betterment of society.
In life, there is no certainty. We will die as every organism is destined to, age as the years run by, and occasionally fall ill to the infinite sickness or accidents that rule the days of our existence. We as a society, dream that we will become the bearer of powerful abilities, which would set us apart from the rest of the worlds, all ready, most powerful species. Thoughts of flying through the skies, free from the prisons of machinery into the open air with the wind blowing through the follicles of our hair. Teleporting to anywhere we set our minds too, from the Walls of China, the Summit of Everest, or even the ancient city of Manchu Picchu. Possibly, lifting a car above our heads and chucking it into the depths of space, while our feet are planted on the very soil it once stood. For myself, I would choose a simpler ability that would not excite those at first glance who wish to fly, teleport, or have superhuman strength. The ability I would have would be instantaneous cellular regeneration. This ability would supercharge my immunity system to always be at the top of any other species. Adapting and regenerating to anything that would harm me such as a disease or a simple accident. Not having to worry about the consequences and the toll I would put on my body. Yet, with all worries or problems that fleet us, more and new problems arise.
The first day I would have this ability it would possibly be the most interesting day of my life. I would, personally, test the very stints of my limitless ability by pushing the levels of my endorphins and slowly nullifying the pain sensors that shoot through the body. I would slowly see how my ability works by creating bruises, cuts, and even burn marks. Dangerous tests that would leave others disabled or dead would soon follow from falling out of high places to losing appendages and limbs. After all the conclusions have been accounted, I would join the military Special Force such as the U.S. Navy Seals or Army Rangers. Learn all that I can and become the ultimate tactical fighting machine. Life would become a virtual reality simulation, where the idealization of death would be but a long forgotten side note of the mind. Age would have no meaning for my regenerative body could keep my heart, muscles, bones, eyes, and any other system coursing through me on untapped levels of God-like stature. Yet, there is always the other route in life; which is far from the spectrum of war and tactical political growth and control.
The power that is contained in the genetic code of my body could save millions. . My body would be the healing temple for diseases that doctors can only give vaccinations and temporarily relief, which would finally be a distant memory to the suffering of the world. A new society of children with no fear of premature lives or unwanted illnesses, and I would be the father of it. However, the problem with any great power is that those with much more pull will always claim the rights of others as there own.
In our society, my power would never have been known. I would be a myth that was lost in the medical citations of future generations. My identity would be veiled in secrecy with scientists always around me. A lab rat to the corporation; dissected, experimented on, and studied to endless depths. In reality, why would you want one super human, when the biggest force is within numbers and having millions of cost efficient soldiers at your disposal? So, one has to wonder if my new found ability would truly be a gift or a curse.
As the world continuously rotates into unforeseen futures, there will always be humans with extraordinary talents that could be emphasized as special abilities. Knowing what I know about the outcomes and paths of my special ability, I would still choose the same. Maybe with this one power I could help those around me while still living a peaceful life. Yet, since I know how our society is, I would still have to play the game of life as secretly as possible. No animal should be caged. Freedom is a natural birth right, yet it is twisted for the betterment of society.
Revised Paper:
Power of Dreams
Prologue
In life, there is no certainty. We will die as every organism is destined to, age as the years run by, and occasionally fall ill to the infinite sickness or accidents that rule the days of our existence. We as a society, dream that we will become the bearer of powerful abilities, which would set us apart from the rest of the worlds, all ready, most powerful species. Thoughts of flying through the skies, free from the prisons of machinery into the open air with the wind blowing through the follicles of our hair. Teleporting to anywhere we set our minds too, from the Walls of China, the Summit of Everest, or even the ancient city of Manchu Picchu. Possibly, lifting a car above our heads and chucking it into the depths of space, while our feet are planted on the very soil it once stood. For myself, I would choose a simpler ability that would not excite those at first glance who wishes to fly, teleport, or have superhuman strength. The ability I would have would be instantaneous cellular regeneration. This ability would supercharge my immunity system to always be at the top of any other species, adapting and regenerating to anything that would harm me such as a disease or a simple accident. Not having to worry about the consequences and the toll I would put on my body. The power I could posses would make me unbounded by the constraints of the normal mind frame and physical prowess and make me the next link in human evolution. Yet, the real question is how would I use my power? Shall I use it for good and righteousness or a fall from grace and be evil… for I would be a god, neither which path I choose.
I have come to the realization that I am a monster. A beast trapped in the very captivity of my body. They say that good is the act of God while the path of evil is the lust and misguidance of Lucifer. I was but a man, whom just became a man, when I received this ‘gift,’ but now I have become something more. Maybe this is where the myths of Rome and Greece came from. Maybe our predecessors of time had abilities also but instead of not knowing what they had, they saw themselves as gods. How did I come to this point in my life? No love, no hope, no feeling, just a brain withered and spread to thinly. My heart beckons for acceptance but my brain shuts out its voice. My heart craves the desire for a tunnel of light, eternal sleep to whatever is left at the end of my life, and the sweet embrace of Michael, Samuel, Azreal, Malak Almawt, or any other name to which he is referred to as. My brain is a Darwin-istic power that believes in ‘survival of the fittest’, and does not want to die.
I remember bits and parts of the day I received my ability, it has been so long since I have had a chance to reflect. The past few years have been a whirlwind with memories starting to fade, childhood seems so far away. Maybe the reason I’m starting to become disarrayed and disconnected is because I’m losing the memories and lessons of my parents. Yet, that is beyond the point. Why must I be different…? The day I received my ‘gift’ has to be the beginning of my fall… I do not know how I received my power… maybe I have always had it, yet it was just dormant inside of me. I became arrogant, cocky, and reacted to fast to situations instead of thinking. I did not feel like a god, I was one. I started out by testing the very stints of my limitless ability. Pushing the levels of my endorphins and slowly nullifying the pain sensors that shoot through my body. I slowly saw how my ability works by creating bruises, cuts, and even burn marks. Dangerous tests that would leave others disabled or dead followed. I became the ultimate weapon for tactical warfare and in my mind I was a ‘god’. Enlisting in special operations for the U.S. Navy I was able to sharpen my skills. Missions like assignations, reconnaissance, and sabotage. I didn’t care what I was doing at the moments, it was just my job and I was good at it. After a few years of government work, and waking to the faces of the people I killed, I decided I wanted to do something different with my life. My days of bloodshed were over, so I disappeared. Leaving my former life, my family, and everything I knew. A fresh start is what I needed.
I fled to the northern shore of Venezuela and lived on the beach in a small one-bedroom bungalow, finally at peace. Staring into the ocean and free from my ability. Not needing the thoughts of being godly anymore I was free. I was humbled. And I had met a woman I feel in love with. Her name was Zaria. She had the most amazing green eyes, off shadowed by velvet black hair. Yet, I was found. She was not who she said she was. Then the prosecution came, under false allegations of treason, since the American government has a problem with Venezuela’s current president and need an excuse to lock me away forever. Brought back to the U.S. I was placed in a medical center to be broken down and have my ability duplicated. Everyday was a regiment of needles, probing, samples, diseases, and ‘aggressive’ experiments. All the acts were under the supervision of Zaria and she used me for my ability. She was a neuroscientist, who needed my ability to cure her ailing sister. I do not remember her real name. Yet, I continued calling her Zaria. I wanted to hurt her and make her remember the emotional pain she inflicted upon me! Besides the times I saw Zaria, I blocked out most of the time between surgical tables, gauntlet rooms of onslaught, and my six by five foot cell of solitude and mind deprivation numbered 24. The only comfort I had was with the person next to my cell. His name was Brayn. He was an amazing thinker from Russia, who was a spy for his ‘comrade’ nation. He would tell stories that made me feel like he and I were the same person just separated by continents. He told me of his ill actions, and how he only did what he needed to do to survive.
As the days faded away and my circadian rhythms were on a 25-hour clock, I lost time of what day and month it was. Today was different though. Zaria had a different look in her eyes. And even though she betrayed me I still deeply cared for her. Zaria, with two orderlies, came into my cell to retrieve me for more testing on the day I escaped. As I was being walked down the corridor chaos erupted. A fireball had erupted somewhere in the Facility. I was instantly knocked out.
I awoke half naked on a small island off of the coast of Brazil. But I was different, back to my old ways of the hunger of Godly worship. I needed to regain myself and find revenge. I wondered the beach until I found a group of people. They soon accepted me as one of their own. And as time grew, I started to meet the factions of guerrilla warfare in the South American countries. And as time progressed I soon became the local’s god. They saw what I could do. And amazed by my ability they raised me into power.
After years of conflict with CIA operatives, assignation attempts, and countless other economical problems, I started to lose the very people who helped me. Everyone eventually died and there was nothing left to fight for, the new generation that came in kept becoming more vicious, more aggressive and more outrageous in acts of violence. So, after 20 years of living like this it was time to leave. I fled early one night. Charting a boat from Brazil to Mexico. And traveled to the center of Mexico City. I bought an apartment loft in the city in Moras, Mexico City, Mexico. And spent the following years they’re being left alone. Away from the world and its insidious nature.
I am but all alone and out of the blue I receive a call. I pick up the phone, and on the other end is Brayn, my old friend who I thought was dead so many years ago. He tells me that he is at a hotel in room 124 down in the heart of Mexico City at a hotel called Casa Vieja. So I decide to grab my jacket and head out. When I reached the hotel I headed to his room. Knocked once, no answer. Knocked twice, no answer. I turned the handle and oddly enough it was open. I walked in and checked the rooms; I searched the area for any sign of him. And I saw a flicker in the bedroom. I opened the door. And in front of me their was a mirror. And in the mirror was me… and the reflection spoke to me and said:
???: Hi, I am Brayn.
Me: What is this!? What trick is this? (with a quiver in my voice)
Brayn: This is no trick. Just you, looking in the mirror of who you really are.
Me: I do not understand…
Brayn: I am you, well your brain, hence my name Brayn. A pun on the word brain.
Me: Why do u look so different from me though? Why are you me, yet dirty, long haired and a father-time beard in a medical gown?
Brayn: Because I am the real appearance of you. You never left “The
Facility.”
Me: So everything until the time I was captured is a lie? My escape?
My endless wandering? My new life?
Brayn: You became crazy and your only outlet was I. When you were
free all you did was rush into action, without thinking. Now I am
in control. And your soul is lost. In here you are not a god, you are
just a slave to your brains deceptions… me!
Epilogue
In our society, my power would never have been known. I would be a myth that was lost in the medical citations of future generations. My identity would be veiled in secrecy with scientists always around me. A lab rat to the corporation; dissected, experimented on, and studied to endless depths. In reality, why would you want one super human, when the biggest force is within numbers and having millions of cost efficient soldiers at your disposal? So, one has to wonder if any new found ability would truly be a gift or a curse.
As the world continuously rotates into unforeseen futures, there will always be humans with extraordinary talents that could be emphasized as special abilities. Knowing what I know about the outcomes and paths of the special ability I choose, I would still choose the same. Maybe with this one power I could help those around me while still living a peaceful life. Yet, since I know how our society is, I would still have to play the game of life as secretly as possible. No animal should be caged. Freedom is a natural birth right, yet it is twisted for the betterment of society.
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
A Summary and Evaluation of What I Learned in Eng 111
Dec. 2008… The semester has ended and a new year starts in a matter of weeks. My first semester of college, being over is but days away, and I have learned a few things about myself. It has been years since I have been I have learned that I can survive off of two hours of sleep a night for days; I also found out that I am sleep deprived. I write papers better when I have but minutes and hours left at the latest most designated times. And all I need to do is a presentation is a basic outline and a general knowledge to bullshit for countless hours. I have also realized that this is going to be the next four to five years of my life depending on ho long I plan to stay in school.
In the English class: College Writing Composition, I have retained important skills that will help me with building my own papers, blogs, essays, poetry, and even the fanatical rant my mind constantly runs towards. I have always had a passion to write down my views, my feelings, and the random thoughts popping up in the cosmic fluidity of my brain. Yet, from taking the English 111 course I have learned how to hone my skills.
Knowing what I have learned about Logos, Ethos, and Pathos is allows me to not only to evaluate a piece of literature or media that is delivering information but also guide my own creations and convey the point I am trying to make. Thanks to Aristotle and his Rhetorical Analysis Triangle, he created the basic building block of critical thinking literature when it comes to the usage of persuasion. It now fuels everything in our media and when used it diagnoses the break up, through these three points, of articles, books, movies, songs, poetry, documentaries, or any other form of expression.
Logos is the appeal to logic and reason. Used to appeal to the thought process guiding the reader to think they are making their own interpretation when actually it is the author’s thoughts.
Pathos is the appeal to the emotional side of all readers. Used by writers and authors to convey feelings within the reader to either create emotions of happiness, sadness, pity, acceptance, understanding, or even anger. Pathos is the most crucial point to the rhetorical analysis triangle because mankind is run by their emotions.
Ethos is based on the author, based on his/her credibility and usage of words to relay to his audience. Citing different answers from people he or she interviews, statistics the author uses, the sources they research, and even through their own personal experiences. Other factors that might come into play are things like his education, race, and even religious background.
Another great use of persuasion is the incorporation of pictures. We are, after all, visual beings who need self indulging visions. Pictures are images that depict 1000 words, even within the simplest form.
I have also learned many other things from English 111 that I learned like the different forms of papers. Papers like synthesis papers, rhetorical analysis, diagnostic essays, and research papers. It also allowed me to sharpen my power point capabilities.
What I learned Mr. Paul Gasparo was to question everything. Every form of expression to see why the person preaches and believes in what they believe. Who gains from the articles and what is the true meaning behind the authors or writers point. With all the info Mrs. Gasparo has given me I will definitely use what I have learned in future reading and my own writing. I have actually used the skills I have learned in English towards other classes I am studying this semester.
“Robots that Hunt in Packs” by John Brandon, Conclusion and personal view upon the article.
And so it begins…As Hollywood has depicted for years, and ancestors wondered about robotic beings taking over the world or ‘invading’, it is finally coming true. The first steps to Artificial Intelligence are underway. The article posted on Popsci.com shows the future of our military.
Imagine a day when wars will be fought through computer-operated machines. Well, from military and scientific robotic news, that future is just around the corner. With robots becoming ever more complicated, performing multitask programming like dancing, walking, and talking; the future is vamped on the idea of no human casualties of war. The Department of Defense is in search of robots with wolf like tendencies. Able to work as a team to cooperate with each other in tactical situations such as reconnaissance, fire fighting, search and rescue, and automated sensory of biological, radiation, and/or chemical sensing.
The real keyword that needs to be observed is the use of fire fighting. Traditionally fire-fighting meant fighting off the blazes of a forest fire, a residential/commercial accident, or incidents of arson. Yet, in a military term, fire fighting means the exchange of warfare during battle between to sides. As our society craves more and more of the self-involvement of work when shall we design our robotic counter-parts to do the jobs we do not want to do?
The article also gives wind, during the last statement, of human involvement. Quoted as:
In the past, military officials have noted that robots would likely not be used to replace soldiers on the battlefield because of the ethical dilemmas involved. (Brandon)
But what are these ‘ethical dilemmas’? The ethical dilemmas are vast and reported upon by the U.S. Army War College. In a report known as A Theoretical, Legal and Ethical Impact of Robots on Warfare, the writer Colonel Thomas H. Cowan, Jr., of the United States Army, and project adviser Mr. William O. Waddell. Show the possibility of machines in combat, societies views, ethical assumptions, historical arguments, and the argument for military advancement. To further go into detail is the following link to the report: Here!(Link works, open in a new tab and refresh until it pops up.)
Another link that deserves recognition to John Brandon’s Article is: Here!
So the real question is not weather we should incorporate robots into military affairs, because eventually a human life is always more important then a hunch of metal, well from an ethical view point, not a governmental spending spread sheet. But how much human interaction will we need upon these machines and how much limitation will these machines need?
GIVE RISE TO CYBERDYNE & SKYNET!
Personal thought:
Fuck it, lets get the war started and hopefully it will bring the humans together as one, instead of factions split up by race and religion. Kill of the fat-cats who sit high upon their thrones of power in Washington. Best quote ever:
Every official that comes in
Cripples us leaves us maimed
Silent and tamed
And with our flesh and bones
He builds his homes
(De La Rocha)
Citation:
Brandon, John. “Robots that Hunt in Packs.” Popular Science. Nov. 5th 2008.
Bonnier Corporation Company Dec. 8.2008
http://www.popsci.com/military-aviation-amp-space/article/2008-11/robots-hunt-packs
De La Rocha, Zack. "War within a Breathe" Lyrics. The Battle of Los Angeles Sony BMG Music Entertainment. 1999.
Image Citation:
Terminator. [Online Image] http://terminator.ugo.com/images/main/default.jpg Dec. 8 2008.
“Billboard promoting atheism will be removed” by David Olson, Response to the Article
On November 20th, 2008, a writer named David Olson wrote an article on a topic involving Atheism, with hidden messages between the lines of text. His article, a rhetorical argument essay called “Billboard promoting atheism will be removed”, posted by Press-Enterprice.com, shows the battle of two different values/beliefs in modern American world. The American culture is a society that is mostly comprised of religious views such as Christianity, yet in this article it shows both sides of Christianity and one of the small untold truths behind freedom of speech, our 1st Amendment right.
After a few days of having complaints sent into an Ontario based billboard company, the beneficiaries decided to remove the pro-Atheist message that was paid for by the Freedom for Religion Group. The group claims that they were being censored by the company for not being able to display what they posted on the billboard, which paid upfront and had the ad run for about a week before being pulled. It was initially meant to be displayed until January. The company went so far as reimbursing the groups fee.
The real problem that lies under the surface is that, taking down the sign is closing down someone else’s belief, saying that it is sick to believe in no god and disheartening to the masses. Yet, this is a violation of the 1st Amendment. In the United States of America there is a freedom of press and a freedom of religion the freedom of our ‘god given right’ speech. Yet, is it truly free if the masses disagree with ones view? It is amazingly contradictory, for a religious group to use the 1st Amendment to support their views, yet on the other hand say the first amendment does not apply because is does not support my religious view. One supporter for the removal, Judy Rooze, was quoted as saying, “I understand people have the freedom of speech, yet this is taking it too far… it’s very jarring.” I guess in our country it is okay for the masses to deem something inappropriate when their views are protected, but for the minorities their religious beliefs or that their of, are to be censored and covered up.
What is the difference between both? Your religious Affiliation
Image Citation:
Imagine No Religion. [Online Image] Available http://www.religionnewsblog.com/graphics/imaginebillboard.jpg Dec 8 2008.
-God [Online Image] Available http://ypcommando.com/images/billboard_hurricane.jpg
Dec 8 2008.
Monday, December 8, 2008
“The Holy Kingdom” by Bruce Mutard: my response
“The Holy Kingdom”, by Bruce Mutard in 2004, is a comic strip which pushes the view of two forms of religion by two people on the same holy path, to the same city. These characters are only separated by their belief. Sir John is a Christian follower who has traveled to the Holy city of Jerusalem accompanied by an unnamed Islamic guide and also on his own pilgrimage. A pilgrimage both men share on their pathway to mental enlightenment and personal accomplishment. Best said by a website called Walking Towards God:
A Pilgrimage differs from a tour in several important ways. It is a personal invitation from God, comprised of His offer and dependent upon the pilgrim's acceptance. God's call may vary but the purpose remains consistent: It is an individual summons to know God more fully. A pilgrimage is a spiritual journey to which the pilgrim joyfully responds "yes" to God's invitation. (“What is a Pilgrimage?)
On their pilgrimage Sir John reflects on his own religion, his companies religion, the difference between them, the comparisons, and later comes to a difficult question at the end of his pilgrimage.
On the journey, Mutard confronts his character with feelings of regret, punishment, knowledge, understanding, and self enlightenment. He contemplates the ‘irony’ of the birthplace of two religions and how they fight over the land, basically going against their beliefs. He questions the will of God, his society, and its purpose of this so-called ‘Holy City.’ What is the point of him being so far from the place he comes from because he supposedly needs to help recapture birth place of his religion from the so called heathens. Which he later comes to realize that the so called heathens share the values he has just from another messiah.
Mutard displays the basics of emotions throughout the short work. The need of ourselves to question in what we believe. It also makes a contrast between previous events in history between these two bases of beliefs and makes the reader think about what is currently going on between both. a great example is in the follow article on CNN:Here!
Citations:
“What is a Pilgrimage?” Walk Towards God. 206 Tours, Inc. 2005-2009. 8 Dec. 2008
http://www.206tours.com/what/default.html
Image Citations:
Jerusalem Sunset. [online image] Available http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1355/873794532_5a7607ee6d.jpg?v=0, Dec. 8, 2008.
Mutard and Olson. Fanatical Rant of an Artical and Comic Strip. (the continued self version)
“The Holy Kingdom” by Bruce Mutard & “Billboard promoting atheism will be removed“ by David Olson
Wow! It is all I can say after reading these two pieces. Never has something so visual, confirmed my bias. Christian followers, so deep rooted in their beliefs, need to step back and read something, with an open mind, before they only judge and perceive it through one side of an argument as being smut or a transgression of their beliefs. It is amazing how many people I meet everyday who are so vile, yet preach the word of the ‘good lord.’ Some are open minded enough to respect other religions, while others view religions, not of their own, as blasphemy. Double standard? I think so you arrogant untruthful fucks. Believing that there is only ‘one truth’ about following a certain text and that it is your one and only religion that is right? What kind of self-doomed mind sore of fanatical brain spasm are you? You fucking r-tard! If that were true, we would all know it and our society would be a mindless drone of cancerous bastardized pantomimes in the service of God, Allah, Buddha, Heavenly Father, Lord, Deus, Yahweh, and countless others that are scribed into parchment over and over and over again. Then again if your religion preaches that we are all one then why must we rape the land that bares us and provides for us? Religion is a wish-washy organization meant to monopolize and used to organize groups to follow fake contributors to the power struggles they desire for their own selfish reasons. For their named to be written upon the walls of mans historical past. Not, not, NOT! To be fucking forgotten in the infinite time line of history that is written by the conquering writers. I respect your religious choice. I respect that you at least have a belief, I respect that you dedicate yourself to your lord and savior but I do not respect your conformed ideology of religious cunt bitches. Your preaching of texts like The Ten Commandments, which state things like “thou shall not kill” which needs to also add unless your are fighting for the belief in me because if so fuck those other fuckers that don’t believe in me. “Honor thy mother and father”…”because they force me upon you like their ancestors did to them… well unless your Roman, Greek, or any retarded who believe in more then one god. Geez what kinda idiots were they?” Religion is a choice, not a command. Follow your heart, not the masses.
My religious Rant from 6 years ago. Amazing how my view is still consistent...
Religion
Religion is such a controversial topic. Over the course of history people have died for the righteousness of what they believe in. In the Bible it says "Thou shall not kill" as one of the Ten Commandments. Yet for some odd reason, religions following this commandment follow it in such a lose term, while the 1st commandment says "There is no other god but the lord" people are ready to blaze wars for this belief; which include killing other human beings. So it's wrong to kill someone unless they believe in another imaginary higher power then your own. How can someone of a sane mind frame believe in religion? I personally think people believe in religion now-a-days to hold on to something. To have hope, that there is something greater in life, and someone is always watching out for them. People need a sense that something or someone is looking out for them or this world would turn to anarchy because everyone would feel discombobulated from what is real. I hate how someone can say that a group of people where blessed by God in a great day of sadness. How can it be said if you survive an atrocious tragedy that you were blessed by God but the other 1 billion people who died that day were not. Did God hate them? Because they did die the same time you were meant to die. Some people are just lucky and are in the right place at the right time. Why do so many people put faith in something that was not written by a higher power but from people just like us? People are a fickle beast. If I went to a hill today and came down with scriptures written down on something then saying God has spoken to me then I would be called insane, except for the few gullible cretins who would believe me. I hate how people say that stem cell research is a bad idea and it is tampering with the fabric of life. What the Fuck is life I ask you. How can anyone say what life is if we don't know what it is. A cure for multiple diseases could be found if we explore this fabric. Funding these researches is one reason why government will not fund it. Saying that tampering with life is an act against God but I think I remember something called separation of CHURCH AND FUCKING STATE. I do not understand why religion forces the smartest of men into complete morons. How can a country waste $400 million in taxes on space programs to explore what is also Gods territory. Because if you think about it we were placed on Earth not Mars for a reason so journeying beyond earth is actually an act against God cause some could say we are trying to escape what he has built. Industrializing is also an act against God because we are building items to rape the land of what God built. Billions of dollars are being spent on "death showers" to kill people. But wait, was killing not a sin? Wait they were uprising against a government who oppresses its people but helps more powerful nations so it is justified……. Nations should not be ruled by people who believe in any religion because if you believe in one you are unfit to run a country because you are meant to be looking out for your peoples needs not for the religious aspect but for the betterment of its people. Also if you believe in one religion, and you are a leader of many different types of people, you are alienating other groups so your bias would dictate how a government runs even though you are not meant to be bias but open eyed to see all aspects hence why a religious man should not run a group of people. If there was a man named Jesus he was not a religious man. He was a man spreading a word to better themselves and help others and be kind. He was not spreading a religion, he was spreading an idea. It was for people to unite and help one another in all aspects of life. It's amazing how I he came back he would see how bad his message was interpreted. How can $400 billion be spent on machines to explore space while so many people go starving at night and people die in corners of alleys from malnutrition. To live is a right but how can 1 live without food? Its amazing how so many people have switched between the religions and how many religions are imposed upon people. If you impose something on someone else does it mean they believe in what you believe or are they afraid of there well being. And passing down this religion was out of fear for your family's life so after a while you yourself are imposing a religion on your children and they are programmed to believe in an imaginary friend. But if they believe by age 7 to 10 they still have an imaginary friend named Chad or Ritchie then they have to be psycho analyzed because believing in an imaginary friend who plays with you is just crazy, but believing in an imaginary friend who watches over all your actions to see if you will be allowed in Heaven is just out right the truth huh? Heaven is an Emo kid's dream where they will feel loved and no pain… How can there be a God with this fucking shit hole called a world? How can there be a religion without a God? How the fuck did people go from believing in multiple Gods to believing in one? The reason is because different people need different things to believe in, so all religion is just what one man said to a mass of people, so basically all religion is philosophy. Ask a religious person why he believes in his or her religion and he or she shall say cause of faith. But was your faith not imposed on by your parents so is your religion based on your own ideals or based on the ideals of what have been imposed upon you from birth. So you truly did not find "God" out for yourself but had him taught to you. So does that make you religious? Religious is such a controversial issue because so many people believe in it and are afraid of darkness when they die.
Wow! It is all I can say after reading these two pieces. Never has something so visual, confirmed my bias. Christian followers, so deep rooted in their beliefs, need to step back and read something, with an open mind, before they only judge and perceive it through one side of an argument as being smut or a transgression of their beliefs. It is amazing how many people I meet everyday who are so vile, yet preach the word of the ‘good lord.’ Some are open minded enough to respect other religions, while others view religions, not of their own, as blasphemy. Double standard? I think so you arrogant untruthful fucks. Believing that there is only ‘one truth’ about following a certain text and that it is your one and only religion that is right? What kind of self-doomed mind sore of fanatical brain spasm are you? You fucking r-tard! If that were true, we would all know it and our society would be a mindless drone of cancerous bastardized pantomimes in the service of God, Allah, Buddha, Heavenly Father, Lord, Deus, Yahweh, and countless others that are scribed into parchment over and over and over again. Then again if your religion preaches that we are all one then why must we rape the land that bares us and provides for us? Religion is a wish-washy organization meant to monopolize and used to organize groups to follow fake contributors to the power struggles they desire for their own selfish reasons. For their named to be written upon the walls of mans historical past. Not, not, NOT! To be fucking forgotten in the infinite time line of history that is written by the conquering writers. I respect your religious choice. I respect that you at least have a belief, I respect that you dedicate yourself to your lord and savior but I do not respect your conformed ideology of religious cunt bitches. Your preaching of texts like The Ten Commandments, which state things like “thou shall not kill” which needs to also add unless your are fighting for the belief in me because if so fuck those other fuckers that don’t believe in me. “Honor thy mother and father”…”because they force me upon you like their ancestors did to them… well unless your Roman, Greek, or any retarded who believe in more then one god. Geez what kinda idiots were they?” Religion is a choice, not a command. Follow your heart, not the masses.
My religious Rant from 6 years ago. Amazing how my view is still consistent...
Religion
Religion is such a controversial topic. Over the course of history people have died for the righteousness of what they believe in. In the Bible it says "Thou shall not kill" as one of the Ten Commandments. Yet for some odd reason, religions following this commandment follow it in such a lose term, while the 1st commandment says "There is no other god but the lord" people are ready to blaze wars for this belief; which include killing other human beings. So it's wrong to kill someone unless they believe in another imaginary higher power then your own. How can someone of a sane mind frame believe in religion? I personally think people believe in religion now-a-days to hold on to something. To have hope, that there is something greater in life, and someone is always watching out for them. People need a sense that something or someone is looking out for them or this world would turn to anarchy because everyone would feel discombobulated from what is real. I hate how someone can say that a group of people where blessed by God in a great day of sadness. How can it be said if you survive an atrocious tragedy that you were blessed by God but the other 1 billion people who died that day were not. Did God hate them? Because they did die the same time you were meant to die. Some people are just lucky and are in the right place at the right time. Why do so many people put faith in something that was not written by a higher power but from people just like us? People are a fickle beast. If I went to a hill today and came down with scriptures written down on something then saying God has spoken to me then I would be called insane, except for the few gullible cretins who would believe me. I hate how people say that stem cell research is a bad idea and it is tampering with the fabric of life. What the Fuck is life I ask you. How can anyone say what life is if we don't know what it is. A cure for multiple diseases could be found if we explore this fabric. Funding these researches is one reason why government will not fund it. Saying that tampering with life is an act against God but I think I remember something called separation of CHURCH AND FUCKING STATE. I do not understand why religion forces the smartest of men into complete morons. How can a country waste $400 million in taxes on space programs to explore what is also Gods territory. Because if you think about it we were placed on Earth not Mars for a reason so journeying beyond earth is actually an act against God cause some could say we are trying to escape what he has built. Industrializing is also an act against God because we are building items to rape the land of what God built. Billions of dollars are being spent on "death showers" to kill people. But wait, was killing not a sin? Wait they were uprising against a government who oppresses its people but helps more powerful nations so it is justified……. Nations should not be ruled by people who believe in any religion because if you believe in one you are unfit to run a country because you are meant to be looking out for your peoples needs not for the religious aspect but for the betterment of its people. Also if you believe in one religion, and you are a leader of many different types of people, you are alienating other groups so your bias would dictate how a government runs even though you are not meant to be bias but open eyed to see all aspects hence why a religious man should not run a group of people. If there was a man named Jesus he was not a religious man. He was a man spreading a word to better themselves and help others and be kind. He was not spreading a religion, he was spreading an idea. It was for people to unite and help one another in all aspects of life. It's amazing how I he came back he would see how bad his message was interpreted. How can $400 billion be spent on machines to explore space while so many people go starving at night and people die in corners of alleys from malnutrition. To live is a right but how can 1 live without food? Its amazing how so many people have switched between the religions and how many religions are imposed upon people. If you impose something on someone else does it mean they believe in what you believe or are they afraid of there well being. And passing down this religion was out of fear for your family's life so after a while you yourself are imposing a religion on your children and they are programmed to believe in an imaginary friend. But if they believe by age 7 to 10 they still have an imaginary friend named Chad or Ritchie then they have to be psycho analyzed because believing in an imaginary friend who plays with you is just crazy, but believing in an imaginary friend who watches over all your actions to see if you will be allowed in Heaven is just out right the truth huh? Heaven is an Emo kid's dream where they will feel loved and no pain… How can there be a God with this fucking shit hole called a world? How can there be a religion without a God? How the fuck did people go from believing in multiple Gods to believing in one? The reason is because different people need different things to believe in, so all religion is just what one man said to a mass of people, so basically all religion is philosophy. Ask a religious person why he believes in his or her religion and he or she shall say cause of faith. But was your faith not imposed on by your parents so is your religion based on your own ideals or based on the ideals of what have been imposed upon you from birth. So you truly did not find "God" out for yourself but had him taught to you. So does that make you religious? Religious is such a controversial issue because so many people believe in it and are afraid of darkness when they die.
A note to readers, teachers, students, and anyone looking for similiar or different views.
If anyone is offended by these words, I apologize. But please keep an open mind if you Google or any other kind of search and this pops up and hold the 1st Amendment to its word. These are the views I hold within my present self during the time of self discovery and self inspirational views, because our views and experiences are what we swear our reality and the mental constraints towards. We are all children to the world, and no man is smarter then thee other. But let every voice be heard. Those without one, those with pin dropping squeaks, and even those with sound barrier blasting megaphones.
Image Citation
Huels, Cheryl. "Forgiveness" Photobucket, Inc. 2008. 8 Dec. 2008 Photobucket.com. http://media.photobucket.com/image/forgiveness/cherylhuels/anewfamousquoteseventyone.jpg?o=133
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