James Hauenstein's Blog, page 93
August 2, 2017
A Day In Court
A Day In Courtby James HauensteinWords: 2572
I used a few Latin words in this story. If you come across any Latin that you do not understand, there are definitions at the end of the story.
A Day In Court
Stenographer: Raphael Angel.This is the transcripts of the Defendant’s speech after the Judge asked him the traditional question, “Do have anything to say in your defense?”
Defendant:
Yes.
He pauses. Staying seated.
We have all heard the verdict read by the Head Juror inside this court room today.Afterwards, I could hear an uproar erupting from those of you attending these proceedings who are against this verdict.But, alas, I also heard sighs of relief and the sounds of Hallelujah coming from those of you who are in favor of this outcome.Myself, I just sat there reflecting while it was read. I was thinking. “Where might have I gone wrong? Why was I found guilty?”The decision has been decided by, what you all call, a jury of my peers. Five hundred emotionless, supposedly unbiased Professional Citizens from within our Caelestis Solar System who are bred for the Sanctity and Integrity of our Laws. Laws which were laid down from the beginning by the First One.These so called Professionals are raised since the day of their cloning birth to have no prejudices at all. So they can decide judicial cases without preconceived notions of guilt or innocence.The problem is, the Experts who run these Cloning & Birth Facilities are only beholden to the First One himself. There are no check and balances if he decides that the Professionals should be cloned to lean towards a certain philosophy about judicial matters. Because we have no way of knowing if they have been tampered with.I might add, it would be his philosophy they would lean towards, not mine.The First One? We all know his name but few dare say it. It is Deus.So there, I've said it. Punish me some more.
He pause here monumentally in his speech, as he rises from my seat.
We are led to believe that he is the creator of all. All that is out there and all that will be.It is true that he is our leader. Our mentor. All of us, his disciples.We, who are the oldest and most advanced race of beings in the Cosmos, The Guardians, once looked to him as our father. And as we should have when we were just an infant of a race and needing the time to grow into adulthood.The heart of his Kingdom is the Planet we stand on, Caelum. Which the First One tells us he created before the Guardians could come upon the Universe.Then our Species started to grow and multiply. Once our race had flourished enough to reach the outer most edges of the Cosmos, we became his Protectors and his Emissaries. We became his Advocates and his Caretakers.Caretakers of this Garden of Eden we call a Universe.Thus the name, The Guardians.We loved him and he loved us as a Parent loves his children. We were one within a family.Then we stood side by side with him as Architects. Creating new life and spreading it out so it would reach the ends of the Macrocosmus.After we rested, we became the teachers to the Collectiveness that was created.The First One was a proud father to us all.
Pauses again.
Yet any head of a family should know that his descendents might disagree with his point of view from time to time. Especially in this utopia we live in. Where all Scions are taught that they have free will and should explore new ideas and new insights into our souls with this freedom.We were also told that we are the Sire's equal.
Pause.
So why, if equality were really the case between us, would the First One incarcerate me with no evidence? Persecute me as if I am an inferior being who disagrees with a superior life form?I'm the Commander and Chief of the Guardian Empire. I'm the highest ranking official next to the First One himself.Am I not due respect from my fellow Guardians? From my peers? From the populous of Caelum? From Deus himself because of my station in life? Not to be put on trial and humiliated by the Professional Citizens who hide behind a veil of charges that are clearly Politically motivated?I've been implicated for Heresy and Nihilism against Empyreus and our leader. Yet I hear not one word from Deus about my plight, why have I been accused, and what he has to do with it.Why does not the First One ask me what my motivation is? What I'm trying to accomplish for him, for our kind, and for me personally. Heresy against the First One? Nihilism against the Guardian Empire? Publicly tried and humiliated by my peers?What is he afraid of? That the legions of Guardians will choose me over him as their leader? That the life we created together in the Universe will no longer worship Deus the Almighty, but instead bow down to me, Zabulus the Destroyer?
Short pause.
Our race is almost as old as the Universe itself. Only a half billion Light Years less.In the beginning, not knowing if the basis of life existed elsewhere in the Universe, with the blessing of the First One, our kind set out determined to discover the diversity of intelligent life throughout the Macrocosm.With trillions of Galaxies to choose from, with each containing millions to billions of stars to explore, and with almost every Sol having their own orbiting Planets for us to study, the overwhelming feeling of solitude filled our minds and our hearts when it was discovered that we were the only beings with awareness of self.I am not talking about the fundamental awareness such as animals or plants have, but that of an eternal life force. As you and I would call our soul.It was decided, by us who were exploring the vastness of space, that we should seed as many Worlds as possible with the ingredients for sentient life to develop.With Time passing along at its usual speed, we watched what we had sowed. On each seeded World we stayed the ever diligent Guardians as the Universe began steaming with life.I know this because I was there. Most of you, not even created yet.I, Zabulus, was the First Guardian among us.I have personally witnessed Galaxies forming, Stars burning into existence, and rocks becoming Planets.On those Planets, I've watched vegetation grow from a single cell photosynthesis life form into the foliage that you recognize today. From a little pond of scum near the equator of a World, a small plant sprouts up, taking that first foot hold upon Terra Firma. Totally seeding the Planet's land mass within a few hundred years.That growth of vegetation in turn gives opportunity for other basic life forms to evolve. The one cell organism which evolves into small crustaceans. Eventually, filling the Planet's oceans with life.Then these creatures of the ocean evolve into something new. Giving birth to the land mass animals.The Guardians were there to help nurture all the different specie's throughout the Universe. We saw to their evolutionary development on many of the habitable planets. If a over dominate creature was seen as not being able to become a sentient life force, we eradicate it so another species could take its place upon that World. We kept this up with each new creature, with each Planet, until we saw the makings of a life force that could produce a soul.
Pauses.
As you all know, and I assume this is why we're here today, I preach a doctrine opposite that of Deus.There is a group of forward thinking Guardians, who feel the same as I, who came to me and asked if I would become their leader. Then, Princeps of all Caelum.Many of us feel that after giving birth to this new life across the Cosmos that we should be praised and worshiped by each species. Most of us crave for this adulation. It enhances the strength of our own life force.We gave life to the Universe, so it is only right that these lesser beings be instructed, taught, or if need be, manipulated into do our biding as we see fit. They should continually pay tributes to us. Sacrifice themselves mortally, to honor us gloriously.I wanted to lead our species in a new direction. To secure our rightful place as the Universe’s Gods and Goddesses to these obsequious base life forms.Since we, as Guardians, are the beginning of the Universe and creators of all existence throughout, their worship is owed to us. Just as any young child should honor his or her Mother and Father for giving the child life.We are the first ones, the Guardians, the most prolific race in the 3rd dimension.It is our right, our civic halls should bellow, to decide what life forms should live or die. Who are worthy and who are not to multiply. Have we not done this already? These sentient beings would not be here if it were not for the intervention of the Guardians. They owe us.
Long pause as the Defendant looks around at everyone in the courtroom.
There was a consensus agreed upon in the beginning between Deus and The Guardians. Once life had established itself across the Universe, each species would be free to choose its own path on how it would find enlightenment. Saying that these puny creatures throughout the Cosmos will have the same rights as we were given in the beginning. Hoping, that eventually, a race would grow intelligent enough to strive for enlightenment and become The Guardian's equals.Time moves along and not all of us agree with this philosophy any longer. Our group craves the power of worship that the First One is keeping for himself. Each species, that we The Guardians nurtured into existence, knows only Deus the Almighty.Praising only him, thanking only him, and paying tribute only to Deus for all he has done. Not knowing that the Guardians had just as much to do with their survival as anyone.Why not share their worship between us? Giving us the equality in all things as the First One has promised.But we are denied this homage from the different species of the Universe on the grounds that it would be blasphemy, it would be hierarchy, it would contemptuous, and just plain disrespectful to the First One.He tells us that it is not his decision if he is adored by others. To the First One, it is a side affect he that endures from giving a life form a soul.By us requesting the First One to share with us this adulation from the lesser beings, it proves that we have fallen victim to the deadly sins of Vanity and Envy I am told.Ha!This is the kind of propaganda and political agenda that I willing to fight against. I want to do this for you.I am fighting this fight for you. All of you.How could I or anyone of you let this happen to our kind? To our race?We have just as much right to be worshiped as the First One.The Guardians are the ones who spread life in the Universe. Sure, it was by his design, but it was us who accomplished the task.
Pause.
In this, my final statement, before your Honor passes judgment upon me, I would like to warn you all.To those of you who are here to gloat over my punishment. To you who are here to witness my demise. And to you who have plotted against me from the start.I am coming back. This is not a death sentence per se. This is only an inconvenience.If you go ahead with the sentencing, I will be back with a vengeance.I once had Planet genocide itself so the overbearing moralistic Creatures living there would die out. They would not worship me. My followers. Only the First One.You know our Laws. My sentence, no matter how long I have to endure, it will end. And when it does, I'll be back to reward those who stand by my side.For those of you who oppose me, I will send you to the void between the dimensions. I will destroy Worlds, Galaxies, the whole Universe if I have to. Countless beings will perish along with their souls if I am not crowned Omnipoténtem over you all.So now you know who I am. What I represent. What I am capable of.You should be able to understand that this fight against the status quo, will never end.
Disruption erupted in the courtroom as the Defendant's followers protested the verdict with violence at the end of his speech.The courtroom was then cleared.This is the transcript of the Judge's decision on the defendant’s punishment.
Judge:
Zabulus. I hear no remorse in your words.At first you try to appeal to us so we will understand you. In the end, you threaten our way of life if we do not bow to your wishes.This is not about who is worshiped and who is not. This verdict is about the corruption of your soul. The evil that has gripped it and will not let go of it.I believe it has infected your mind as well.I can see by your words that this punishment must be a harsh one.I now sentence you to live a life, as you would call as a lesser being, for one hundred one years. You will have a far greater range of emotions to deal with than you have now. You will feel pain as you break your own bones. You will feel lose as you fall in love and that person soon dies. You will feel mental anguish as your disease ridden body deteriorates into uselessness. You will feel loneliness as you spend seven years alone in a coma. And in the end, you will die.If after those one hundred one years, you do not feel remorse and ask for forgiveness from the First One, your sentence will be repeated. With each time, those memories you experience as a living creature, will be etched on your soul forever until you ask to be forgiven.I will now pronounced sentencing for Zabulus the Destroyer. It will be carried out immediately upon completion of statement.You, Zabulus, shall live as a Human Being on the Planet Earth for no less than one hundred one Earth years!
Final note. I thought I actually heard a scream of fright from the defendant as he was metaphysically transformed into an embryo in a humanus woman’s womb.
The End.Or until 101 Years are Up.
Latin Words Used and What I Believe is their English Meaning:
Deus – GodCaelestis – CelestialDeus – GodCaelum – HeavenMacrocosmus – Entire UniverseEmpyreus – Highest of all HeavensSol – SunZabulus – DevilTerra Firma – EarthPrinceps – EmperorPer Se – In ItselfOmnipoténtem – AlmightyHumanus – Human
This is,Telling Like It Really Happened,Jim Hauenstein,
And,
“I feel the reason we are all here, our purpose of being, is to help others find their little piece ofhappiness and heaven right here on earth.” - Ken Poirot, -
That is my story and I am sticking to it!
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I used a few Latin words in this story. If you come across any Latin that you do not understand, there are definitions at the end of the story.
A Day In Court
Stenographer: Raphael Angel.This is the transcripts of the Defendant’s speech after the Judge asked him the traditional question, “Do have anything to say in your defense?”
Defendant:
Yes.
He pauses. Staying seated.
We have all heard the verdict read by the Head Juror inside this court room today.Afterwards, I could hear an uproar erupting from those of you attending these proceedings who are against this verdict.But, alas, I also heard sighs of relief and the sounds of Hallelujah coming from those of you who are in favor of this outcome.Myself, I just sat there reflecting while it was read. I was thinking. “Where might have I gone wrong? Why was I found guilty?”The decision has been decided by, what you all call, a jury of my peers. Five hundred emotionless, supposedly unbiased Professional Citizens from within our Caelestis Solar System who are bred for the Sanctity and Integrity of our Laws. Laws which were laid down from the beginning by the First One.These so called Professionals are raised since the day of their cloning birth to have no prejudices at all. So they can decide judicial cases without preconceived notions of guilt or innocence.The problem is, the Experts who run these Cloning & Birth Facilities are only beholden to the First One himself. There are no check and balances if he decides that the Professionals should be cloned to lean towards a certain philosophy about judicial matters. Because we have no way of knowing if they have been tampered with.I might add, it would be his philosophy they would lean towards, not mine.The First One? We all know his name but few dare say it. It is Deus.So there, I've said it. Punish me some more.
He pause here monumentally in his speech, as he rises from my seat.
We are led to believe that he is the creator of all. All that is out there and all that will be.It is true that he is our leader. Our mentor. All of us, his disciples.We, who are the oldest and most advanced race of beings in the Cosmos, The Guardians, once looked to him as our father. And as we should have when we were just an infant of a race and needing the time to grow into adulthood.The heart of his Kingdom is the Planet we stand on, Caelum. Which the First One tells us he created before the Guardians could come upon the Universe.Then our Species started to grow and multiply. Once our race had flourished enough to reach the outer most edges of the Cosmos, we became his Protectors and his Emissaries. We became his Advocates and his Caretakers.Caretakers of this Garden of Eden we call a Universe.Thus the name, The Guardians.We loved him and he loved us as a Parent loves his children. We were one within a family.Then we stood side by side with him as Architects. Creating new life and spreading it out so it would reach the ends of the Macrocosmus.After we rested, we became the teachers to the Collectiveness that was created.The First One was a proud father to us all.
Pauses again.
Yet any head of a family should know that his descendents might disagree with his point of view from time to time. Especially in this utopia we live in. Where all Scions are taught that they have free will and should explore new ideas and new insights into our souls with this freedom.We were also told that we are the Sire's equal.
Pause.
So why, if equality were really the case between us, would the First One incarcerate me with no evidence? Persecute me as if I am an inferior being who disagrees with a superior life form?I'm the Commander and Chief of the Guardian Empire. I'm the highest ranking official next to the First One himself.Am I not due respect from my fellow Guardians? From my peers? From the populous of Caelum? From Deus himself because of my station in life? Not to be put on trial and humiliated by the Professional Citizens who hide behind a veil of charges that are clearly Politically motivated?I've been implicated for Heresy and Nihilism against Empyreus and our leader. Yet I hear not one word from Deus about my plight, why have I been accused, and what he has to do with it.Why does not the First One ask me what my motivation is? What I'm trying to accomplish for him, for our kind, and for me personally. Heresy against the First One? Nihilism against the Guardian Empire? Publicly tried and humiliated by my peers?What is he afraid of? That the legions of Guardians will choose me over him as their leader? That the life we created together in the Universe will no longer worship Deus the Almighty, but instead bow down to me, Zabulus the Destroyer?
Short pause.
Our race is almost as old as the Universe itself. Only a half billion Light Years less.In the beginning, not knowing if the basis of life existed elsewhere in the Universe, with the blessing of the First One, our kind set out determined to discover the diversity of intelligent life throughout the Macrocosm.With trillions of Galaxies to choose from, with each containing millions to billions of stars to explore, and with almost every Sol having their own orbiting Planets for us to study, the overwhelming feeling of solitude filled our minds and our hearts when it was discovered that we were the only beings with awareness of self.I am not talking about the fundamental awareness such as animals or plants have, but that of an eternal life force. As you and I would call our soul.It was decided, by us who were exploring the vastness of space, that we should seed as many Worlds as possible with the ingredients for sentient life to develop.With Time passing along at its usual speed, we watched what we had sowed. On each seeded World we stayed the ever diligent Guardians as the Universe began steaming with life.I know this because I was there. Most of you, not even created yet.I, Zabulus, was the First Guardian among us.I have personally witnessed Galaxies forming, Stars burning into existence, and rocks becoming Planets.On those Planets, I've watched vegetation grow from a single cell photosynthesis life form into the foliage that you recognize today. From a little pond of scum near the equator of a World, a small plant sprouts up, taking that first foot hold upon Terra Firma. Totally seeding the Planet's land mass within a few hundred years.That growth of vegetation in turn gives opportunity for other basic life forms to evolve. The one cell organism which evolves into small crustaceans. Eventually, filling the Planet's oceans with life.Then these creatures of the ocean evolve into something new. Giving birth to the land mass animals.The Guardians were there to help nurture all the different specie's throughout the Universe. We saw to their evolutionary development on many of the habitable planets. If a over dominate creature was seen as not being able to become a sentient life force, we eradicate it so another species could take its place upon that World. We kept this up with each new creature, with each Planet, until we saw the makings of a life force that could produce a soul.
Pauses.
As you all know, and I assume this is why we're here today, I preach a doctrine opposite that of Deus.There is a group of forward thinking Guardians, who feel the same as I, who came to me and asked if I would become their leader. Then, Princeps of all Caelum.Many of us feel that after giving birth to this new life across the Cosmos that we should be praised and worshiped by each species. Most of us crave for this adulation. It enhances the strength of our own life force.We gave life to the Universe, so it is only right that these lesser beings be instructed, taught, or if need be, manipulated into do our biding as we see fit. They should continually pay tributes to us. Sacrifice themselves mortally, to honor us gloriously.I wanted to lead our species in a new direction. To secure our rightful place as the Universe’s Gods and Goddesses to these obsequious base life forms.Since we, as Guardians, are the beginning of the Universe and creators of all existence throughout, their worship is owed to us. Just as any young child should honor his or her Mother and Father for giving the child life.We are the first ones, the Guardians, the most prolific race in the 3rd dimension.It is our right, our civic halls should bellow, to decide what life forms should live or die. Who are worthy and who are not to multiply. Have we not done this already? These sentient beings would not be here if it were not for the intervention of the Guardians. They owe us.
Long pause as the Defendant looks around at everyone in the courtroom.
There was a consensus agreed upon in the beginning between Deus and The Guardians. Once life had established itself across the Universe, each species would be free to choose its own path on how it would find enlightenment. Saying that these puny creatures throughout the Cosmos will have the same rights as we were given in the beginning. Hoping, that eventually, a race would grow intelligent enough to strive for enlightenment and become The Guardian's equals.Time moves along and not all of us agree with this philosophy any longer. Our group craves the power of worship that the First One is keeping for himself. Each species, that we The Guardians nurtured into existence, knows only Deus the Almighty.Praising only him, thanking only him, and paying tribute only to Deus for all he has done. Not knowing that the Guardians had just as much to do with their survival as anyone.Why not share their worship between us? Giving us the equality in all things as the First One has promised.But we are denied this homage from the different species of the Universe on the grounds that it would be blasphemy, it would be hierarchy, it would contemptuous, and just plain disrespectful to the First One.He tells us that it is not his decision if he is adored by others. To the First One, it is a side affect he that endures from giving a life form a soul.By us requesting the First One to share with us this adulation from the lesser beings, it proves that we have fallen victim to the deadly sins of Vanity and Envy I am told.Ha!This is the kind of propaganda and political agenda that I willing to fight against. I want to do this for you.I am fighting this fight for you. All of you.How could I or anyone of you let this happen to our kind? To our race?We have just as much right to be worshiped as the First One.The Guardians are the ones who spread life in the Universe. Sure, it was by his design, but it was us who accomplished the task.
Pause.
In this, my final statement, before your Honor passes judgment upon me, I would like to warn you all.To those of you who are here to gloat over my punishment. To you who are here to witness my demise. And to you who have plotted against me from the start.I am coming back. This is not a death sentence per se. This is only an inconvenience.If you go ahead with the sentencing, I will be back with a vengeance.I once had Planet genocide itself so the overbearing moralistic Creatures living there would die out. They would not worship me. My followers. Only the First One.You know our Laws. My sentence, no matter how long I have to endure, it will end. And when it does, I'll be back to reward those who stand by my side.For those of you who oppose me, I will send you to the void between the dimensions. I will destroy Worlds, Galaxies, the whole Universe if I have to. Countless beings will perish along with their souls if I am not crowned Omnipoténtem over you all.So now you know who I am. What I represent. What I am capable of.You should be able to understand that this fight against the status quo, will never end.
Disruption erupted in the courtroom as the Defendant's followers protested the verdict with violence at the end of his speech.The courtroom was then cleared.This is the transcript of the Judge's decision on the defendant’s punishment.
Judge:
Zabulus. I hear no remorse in your words.At first you try to appeal to us so we will understand you. In the end, you threaten our way of life if we do not bow to your wishes.This is not about who is worshiped and who is not. This verdict is about the corruption of your soul. The evil that has gripped it and will not let go of it.I believe it has infected your mind as well.I can see by your words that this punishment must be a harsh one.I now sentence you to live a life, as you would call as a lesser being, for one hundred one years. You will have a far greater range of emotions to deal with than you have now. You will feel pain as you break your own bones. You will feel lose as you fall in love and that person soon dies. You will feel mental anguish as your disease ridden body deteriorates into uselessness. You will feel loneliness as you spend seven years alone in a coma. And in the end, you will die.If after those one hundred one years, you do not feel remorse and ask for forgiveness from the First One, your sentence will be repeated. With each time, those memories you experience as a living creature, will be etched on your soul forever until you ask to be forgiven.I will now pronounced sentencing for Zabulus the Destroyer. It will be carried out immediately upon completion of statement.You, Zabulus, shall live as a Human Being on the Planet Earth for no less than one hundred one Earth years!
Final note. I thought I actually heard a scream of fright from the defendant as he was metaphysically transformed into an embryo in a humanus woman’s womb.
The End.Or until 101 Years are Up.Latin Words Used and What I Believe is their English Meaning:
Deus – GodCaelestis – CelestialDeus – GodCaelum – HeavenMacrocosmus – Entire UniverseEmpyreus – Highest of all HeavensSol – SunZabulus – DevilTerra Firma – EarthPrinceps – EmperorPer Se – In ItselfOmnipoténtem – AlmightyHumanus – Human
This is,Telling Like It Really Happened,Jim Hauenstein,
And,
“I feel the reason we are all here, our purpose of being, is to help others find their little piece ofhappiness and heaven right here on earth.” - Ken Poirot, -
That is my story and I am sticking to it!
Like what you are reading?
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August 1, 2017
Just to let you know. I am still alive and well, but my c...
Just to let you know. I am still alive and well, but my computer died. I am using my son's computer to write this message. I am in negotiations with him to buy time on his computer. Hopefully I will be back tomorrow some insightful social commentary or a good Sci-Fi story. See you tomorrow!
July 27, 2017
The Man From Mars - Episode Twenty Three
At the top of the escalator, a large hall lie before us. Guards lined both sides, in greater numbers then I thought necessary.
Nary and I.
Wait? Nary is my assistance name. And I am no longer greeted as Vice President Johnson, but as Vice President Ponleak.
I see my reflection in a pool of water along the right side wall of this chamber. It is not of me, but of the Man from Mars. It's the face of the Man I met in the bar, months before.
Am I living out, in a dream, what happened on Atlantis thousands of Earth years ago. To him? The events, which must have preceded him, coming to our planet. Am I here to understand what happened to this world? To understand why he came to my home planet? Maybe get some answers why he gave me the amulet?
I didn't have time to ponder these questions very long since I was greeted by, obviously, the Chairman of the Board. You couldn't miss him by the regalia which adorned him and the throne he sat on at the end of the longest clay table I have ever imagined. I would say there were fifty to sixty, finely dressed members, already seated a long both sides of the table.
"Come in, come in Ponleak. We have been anticipating your arrival." Says Vithu, the man in charge.
"I hope I have not kept you waiting long?" I replied. Not knowing what else to say.
"No longer than usual, I might say." He said with disdain. "But I do so miss your father, your predecessor. He believed in this company." Vithu pauses here, to emphasis his point. "You know he found more undesirables in this corporation than all the Security Chiefs before him, put together. And as his son, the job feel to you. And what have you done with it?"
The Chairman takes the time to look into all of the faces, of each Board member, before continuing, "You come along with your own new ideas. Wanting to make changes to the Corporate Charter. Giving employees the right for advancement. For more pay. Giving them a better living."
I was stunned. The Man from Mars, I mean Ponleak, was a crusader for people's rights. He wanted to help his fellow Atlanteans.
It wasn't my ideas, but the words came from my mouth.
"How can our world survive being in this stagnation?" I said, becoming the orator I never knew I was. "Birth rates are down. Who will manufacture your goods and services in the future? Who will buy these goods as you constantly raise prices to meet your unrealistic bottom dollar?"
I could see a few heads bobbing with affirmation to what I said, yet most members just had a smirk of dispassion on their faces.
"Corporate law state that two people can only wed someone in the same class. Meaning, as a Vice President, I can only mate with a daughter from another Vice President. A Janitor can only mate with another janitor, and so on. Where is the diversity in our populace? Where is the chance of meeting a soulmate?"
"All unnecessary attributes of the common Atlantean, which does not contribute to our overall profit margin." Declared Vithu.
I continued. "A child is born of a maintenance working parents, and then that child is destined to be a maintenance employee when they come of age. A manufacturing line boss has a child, and that child will only be aloud to become a line boss. What happens if we are missing out on someone who could change the way we work? Finding an easier way of manufacturing? Broadening and improving what we manufacturer?"
Vithu couldn't help but interrupt me here.
"So what." He flatly said. "You would give up your birthright, as the son of a Vice President of Security, for someone who might or might not do your job more sufficient?"
Vithu was looking at me with hatred now.
"Do you believe that a child born of Board Member Sovandary, does not have privileges over a lowly child of a janitor?" Vithu raises his voice now to emphasis his point further among the board members. "Would you have us believe that a child born of two people who are attracted to each other is more worthy than a child born from the Jorani family. One of the oldest family lineages in Atlantean lore?"
Vithu stands ups now, pounds his hands on the clay table and says to me in anger, "How dare you sir. I call for your family's immediate resignation as Head of Security, with you and all of your associates immediately arrested and sent to the water mines in the north polar region, and all of your so called space exploration equipment and personnel be sold off to any interested party on this board. With any further assets split up among all the Board Members as compensation for all of your lack of duty to this corporation you have shown since you took office."
"And if I refuse?" I asked.
"I was hoping you would say that!" Vithu said with a smile.
To Be Continued...
Next Thursday.
This is,Feeling Stronger EverydayJim Hauenstein,
And,
“Mars and my own stupidity keep trying to kill me.”
- Andy Weir, -
That is my story and I am sticking to it!
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Nary and I.
Wait? Nary is my assistance name. And I am no longer greeted as Vice President Johnson, but as Vice President Ponleak.
I see my reflection in a pool of water along the right side wall of this chamber. It is not of me, but of the Man from Mars. It's the face of the Man I met in the bar, months before.
Am I living out, in a dream, what happened on Atlantis thousands of Earth years ago. To him? The events, which must have preceded him, coming to our planet. Am I here to understand what happened to this world? To understand why he came to my home planet? Maybe get some answers why he gave me the amulet?
I didn't have time to ponder these questions very long since I was greeted by, obviously, the Chairman of the Board. You couldn't miss him by the regalia which adorned him and the throne he sat on at the end of the longest clay table I have ever imagined. I would say there were fifty to sixty, finely dressed members, already seated a long both sides of the table.
"Come in, come in Ponleak. We have been anticipating your arrival." Says Vithu, the man in charge.
"I hope I have not kept you waiting long?" I replied. Not knowing what else to say.
"No longer than usual, I might say." He said with disdain. "But I do so miss your father, your predecessor. He believed in this company." Vithu pauses here, to emphasis his point. "You know he found more undesirables in this corporation than all the Security Chiefs before him, put together. And as his son, the job feel to you. And what have you done with it?"
The Chairman takes the time to look into all of the faces, of each Board member, before continuing, "You come along with your own new ideas. Wanting to make changes to the Corporate Charter. Giving employees the right for advancement. For more pay. Giving them a better living."
I was stunned. The Man from Mars, I mean Ponleak, was a crusader for people's rights. He wanted to help his fellow Atlanteans.
It wasn't my ideas, but the words came from my mouth.
"How can our world survive being in this stagnation?" I said, becoming the orator I never knew I was. "Birth rates are down. Who will manufacture your goods and services in the future? Who will buy these goods as you constantly raise prices to meet your unrealistic bottom dollar?"
I could see a few heads bobbing with affirmation to what I said, yet most members just had a smirk of dispassion on their faces.
"Corporate law state that two people can only wed someone in the same class. Meaning, as a Vice President, I can only mate with a daughter from another Vice President. A Janitor can only mate with another janitor, and so on. Where is the diversity in our populace? Where is the chance of meeting a soulmate?"
"All unnecessary attributes of the common Atlantean, which does not contribute to our overall profit margin." Declared Vithu.
I continued. "A child is born of a maintenance working parents, and then that child is destined to be a maintenance employee when they come of age. A manufacturing line boss has a child, and that child will only be aloud to become a line boss. What happens if we are missing out on someone who could change the way we work? Finding an easier way of manufacturing? Broadening and improving what we manufacturer?"
Vithu couldn't help but interrupt me here.
"So what." He flatly said. "You would give up your birthright, as the son of a Vice President of Security, for someone who might or might not do your job more sufficient?"
Vithu was looking at me with hatred now.
"Do you believe that a child born of Board Member Sovandary, does not have privileges over a lowly child of a janitor?" Vithu raises his voice now to emphasis his point further among the board members. "Would you have us believe that a child born of two people who are attracted to each other is more worthy than a child born from the Jorani family. One of the oldest family lineages in Atlantean lore?"
Vithu stands ups now, pounds his hands on the clay table and says to me in anger, "How dare you sir. I call for your family's immediate resignation as Head of Security, with you and all of your associates immediately arrested and sent to the water mines in the north polar region, and all of your so called space exploration equipment and personnel be sold off to any interested party on this board. With any further assets split up among all the Board Members as compensation for all of your lack of duty to this corporation you have shown since you took office."
"And if I refuse?" I asked.
"I was hoping you would say that!" Vithu said with a smile.
To Be Continued...
Next Thursday.
This is,Feeling Stronger EverydayJim Hauenstein,
And,
“Mars and my own stupidity keep trying to kill me.”
- Andy Weir, -
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Tonite Tonite Poetry
Still recovering.Going to physical therapy three times a week.Hopefully,I'll be able to write the next episode ofThe Man From Marstomorrow.Until then,I know you are just dying to know the lyrics to theMusic VideoTonite, Tonite.
Baby, My BabyStay With MeStay CrazyPlease No FamilyDon't Get LazyCome Run With MeMy Lady, My Lady, My Lady
Tonite Sitting With A Candle LightTonite We'll Share a Spoonful DelightTonite Singing And Dancing And Dancing Alright
Tonite Put Away The Paranoid You've BeenTonite Put Away Your Needles And PinsTonite Put Away The Life You've LivedTonite We're Going To Take It We're Not Going To Give
Shoot Em Up, Shoot Em UpShoot Em Up, Shoot Em UpShoot Em Up, Shoot Em UpSha La La La La La La
Tonite We're Riding Around My Electric CarTonite I Guess I Didn't Need To Go That FarTonite Flew So High And Swoop So Low It Sounded So Clear Coming From My Radio
Tonite We're Riding Around My Electric CarTonite Do you Women Like Coming This FarTonite Well Myself I Just Can't Believe That This Is Really Happening To Me
Tonite We're Talking Why I Didn't Love YouTonite We're Talking All About YouTonite We're Talking Why I Didn't Lust YouTonite We're Talking Your Talking Blue
Baby, My BabyStay With MeStay CrazyPlease No FamilyDon't Get LazyCome Run With MeMy Lady, My Lady, My Lady
I Said Maybe We Could BeTonite Keeping Com, CompanyTonite And Our Lives Eternally Could Still Be Free
This is,
Playing At Club Garibaldi's In Milwaukee
Jim Hauenstein,
And,
“I'm afraid concerts spoil people for everyday life.”
- L.M. Montgomery, -
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Baby, My BabyStay With MeStay CrazyPlease No FamilyDon't Get LazyCome Run With MeMy Lady, My Lady, My Lady
Tonite Sitting With A Candle LightTonite We'll Share a Spoonful DelightTonite Singing And Dancing And Dancing Alright
Tonite Put Away The Paranoid You've BeenTonite Put Away Your Needles And PinsTonite Put Away The Life You've LivedTonite We're Going To Take It We're Not Going To Give
Shoot Em Up, Shoot Em UpShoot Em Up, Shoot Em UpShoot Em Up, Shoot Em UpSha La La La La La La
Tonite We're Riding Around My Electric CarTonite I Guess I Didn't Need To Go That FarTonite Flew So High And Swoop So Low It Sounded So Clear Coming From My Radio
Tonite We're Riding Around My Electric CarTonite Do you Women Like Coming This FarTonite Well Myself I Just Can't Believe That This Is Really Happening To Me
Tonite We're Talking Why I Didn't Love YouTonite We're Talking All About YouTonite We're Talking Why I Didn't Lust YouTonite We're Talking Your Talking Blue
Baby, My BabyStay With MeStay CrazyPlease No FamilyDon't Get LazyCome Run With MeMy Lady, My Lady, My Lady
I Said Maybe We Could BeTonite Keeping Com, CompanyTonite And Our Lives Eternally Could Still Be Free
This is,
Playing At Club Garibaldi's In Milwaukee
Jim Hauenstein,
And,
“I'm afraid concerts spoil people for everyday life.”
- L.M. Montgomery, -
That is my story and I am sticking to it!
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July 25, 2017
Commenting On The Comments
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One of my favoriteAnnotatorsfelt it was time to chime in again on myPostSibling Rivalry.jasmine Alsalem July 18, 2017 at 11:11 AMHi Jim I liked reading this post about sibling rivalry! Did you know the CIA look at birth order to study world leaders? It helps them with important details of how might a leader retaliate if compelled to by other countries based on birth order...anyways good seeing you! You do look great btw! :) I'm talking family hereand onlyJasminecan find a way to bring in theCIAon the subject!Besides,I always look great!
On some of theCommentsleft recently,I am not sure if they have really read myPostsor are just trying to sell something?Like on myPost The Man From Mars - Episode Twenty-Two.sumer yadav July 18, 2017 at 9:13 PMExcellent your post, thanks for sharing.
You can find govt jobs in Rajasthan RPSC Jobs view more details.But I don't want aJobinIndia,but maybe you do?
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“I try to make my comments like a woman's skirt: long enough to be respectable and short enough to be interesting. ”
- Adam Clayton Powell III -
That is my story and I am sticking to it!
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I Guess I Am One Of The Lucky Ones
I guess I was one of the lucky ones when I was still in High School. I didn't have all that teenage angst going on inside of me where I felt "whoa is me" all the time.I got along with all the different groups clicking in school. From the Jocks, Greasers, Hippies, to the Brainiacs. I even had a pretty little girlfriend named Sheri, who held my hand all the time while we walked down the halls together.I was even fortunate enough to drive to school in a 1955 Buick Century that is still in mint condition today.
True story, my Dad bought the car off a little old lady who hadn't driven it for ten years. Just sat there waiting for a guy like me to take care of it.People in school liked me because with Electric Dave on lead guitar, Tiptoe Tulips Todd banging the drums slowly, Bouncing The Brain Brian, bouncing the ivories on the piano, and myself, Two Buck Howie laying down the bass riff, we formed the only really good Rock band on this side of the Sate of Minnesota.From the Principle in our High School, to the Faculty, the Student Body, and everyone else in town, they all came to us first hoping that we would play at their upcoming event.Events like someone's private party, weddings, birthday parties, school dances, and a corporate shin ding or two. Everyone asked us because we were that good.But all good things come to an end. We all had our own plan for the up coming year, which meant, we were going our separate ways.Our senior year of High School had just ended. A time in my life where I never thought about anything other than hanging out with friends, playing music, drinking beer, and being with my girlfriend.I was a pretty confident guy back in those days. I didn't even mind it when my girlfriend Sheri would tell me what to do. You see, she had our whole future mapped out for us, way before graduation day came. She wouldn't leave such important details, like pissing off her parents, to the last minute. It had to be a slow and meticulous death for them. Everyday she would do something that baffled them. It would be something so minor that they weren't even sure if they needed to punish her for it. I look back now and I know I was often dangled in front of them, just to get their goat. I was a long hair, beer swigging, bass player in a rock n' roll band. To say the least, they didn't like me much or my family. You've heard it before. I was beneath there standard as far as lineage is concerned. They owned the places where my family shopped. The main clothing and grocery stores in town. It wasn't like Sheri's parents had to work hard for their money, prestige, or all the advantages that comes with being one of the town's richest couples. It's a small town. And what is considered rich here, in a little town called Pittsville, might only be upper middle class in a big city like Chicago. Besides, they inherited all they have. They didn't work for it. Rich people. Go figure.Most of them are born inheriting their wealth. Thinking they are a higher breed of humanity because of it. Its only money and it doesn't give you happiness. That you have to earn for yourself. I've always said, and Sheri used to really get a kick out of it, I would say, "You can give an unsociable asshole lots of money, but in the end, he is still an unsociable asshole. If you want to get technical about it, Sheri's Mom is rumored to be of middle class stock. Oh, the shame. So what does she have on me that makes her so high and mighty? Her parents always gave me the feeling of inadequacy when ever I came over to visit Sheri. So let me tell you. I was happier than a two pecker goat once I found out what her plans were for our future. She said it would devastate her Mom and Dad. It was during our graduation party. She was going over the list of things we had to do to crush her folks. I was at the party to have a good time, so I might have been drinking, but she was there being serious and all. She told me, "We needed to graduate first, which we have now accomplished." And then she kisses me. Maybe she thought I wasn't going to do it. To graduate I mean. Who knows. Second part of her plan was, "You'll get a job at the Duluth Package Meat Company." That shouldn't be a problem I thought. Third. "Save up enough money for an engagement ring. So I can show my Dad your not the bum he thinks you are." I started thinking, am I truly her man, or someone to push in front of her parents to piss them off? Here's the idea I liked the most though. "We will both go in front of my parents, so you'll be there to give me morale support, and I'll tell them that I won't be attending college this year or any year." That'll get their panties in a bunch. And finally she tells me, "We'll get married and make a bunch of beautiful babies." I like the way that sounds. The making part I mean. About that job I was supposed to get. Duluth Package Meat Company is the biggest employer in town. My relatives have all worked there one time or another. It has been good to my family, as far as making a living goes. A life that I expected to live also. It's the same life that was good enough for my Grandpa, it's good enough for my Pa, and it is sure as Hell going to be good enough for me too. Routine. Nothing changing. Every step of the way in life, very familiar territory. Just the way it should be. Never worrying about what tomorrow will bring. Can you see now why I thought things were definitely going my way. Can you? In my eyes, there wasn't a bump in the road that could be seen for miles. I had it made. I was as happy as a lark. I really thought Sheri and I were good together. Isn't that what life is all about? Getting married, having kids, pretending your happy? Then I ask you, why does a guy go and spoil it all after someone tells him things like, "Wait, there's more to life than just routine. The war is over, but we can still make a difference in this country." And stuff like, "It's the first time this country has impeached a President so we need to go see this beautiful land of ours before it breaks up into little pieces. It'll be like Europe, with a bunch of small countries instead of this big one we have now." Then that someone will say something to the effect of, "Don't you love your Country? Don't you want to do something to make a difference?" That someone I mentioned is named Robert James. After meeting a guy like Robert, who was a Senior who transferred into our school, life has never been the same for me. So you too need to watch out for a guy like Robert James.
I'm warning you right now. If you ever meet someone who has two first names for his full name, is talking against his strict Baptist upbringing, has brought a southern drawl with him from the State of Mississippi, and has this notion there is life outside of my little hometown, you run for the hills. Stay as far away from him as you possibly can. If you don't, your existence on this Earth will be like riding a roller coaster from now on, instead of walking through it quietly. Life will come at you so fast, you'll barely have time to breath. I'm not saying Robert James is a bad sort of fellow who will get you into trouble with the law or anything like that. I'm just saying he puts ideas in your head that were never there before. Thoughts like, "There's more fish in the sea than one." Referring to me and my one and only girlfriend that I ever had. "It's a big country out there with a lot of different places to see." He actually wants us to drive to sin city now that we have graduated. And the one that got me really thinking was, "Why start working right after High School? You have your whole life to work." Well I'm not the most gullible guy around. It wasn't like I haven't heard this stuff before. It's Robert James though. He says it so you feel it. Like I said, I pretty much get along with everyone in school and out of school. Most of the families in town have been here three or four generations. The people around here know me. So when some new southern James Dean type kid comes rolling into town and starts stirring things up, you needn't be his best friend like I became to Robert James.
Not if you want the quite life. Oh, I can tell you, all the guys in school all hated him. Because the girls all loved him. He acts like he's a man of the world. Has an opinion on or been to every place on the planet. He knows about cars, motorcycles, politics, and the social graces. That slow southern accent of his, when he says something nice to the girl he is with, you can actually see them shiver inside. From their head to their toes and especially in their private parts. They seem to yearn for Robert. He actually makes everyone he talks to feel important, which in turn makes them like him. Except for the guys in school who lost their girlfriends to him. If a girl was dumb enough to start telling everyone that Robert is her new boyfriend, he had a way of buttering them up so when he did break up with them, they weren't mad, they just wanted him more. After the split, the parents of last month's girlfriend would scorn their own daughter for weeks afterwards for breaking up with such a nice intelligent boy. And he dumped her, not the other way around! He consistently broke it off after one month. Not a day longer. I felt bad for Miss February. He never led these girls on. H never said he could be more than who he already was. He never said stuff like, "I love you," to get what he wanted, unlike most of my male friends. It was the girls who were fooling themselves. They wanted Robert at whatever cost. You know how women can be. Always going after the bad boy, figuring they are the one who can change him. Make him into something good instead of being so, so free! But if they did that, he would lose his appeal. He wouldn't be the same man that attracted them in the first place. I also foolishly felt a bond with Robert James since we were together almost everyday. Ever since the day he introduced himself to me at the beginning of the school year. I now believe it had to do with me being one of the few students who drove to school. Back then, I thought the friendships you made in High School were for life. So I didn't mind driving him around. When Sheri wasn't with us we had a blast. But years later did I get a rude awakening. So here is situation I found myself in, by sticking by Robert James. I took all my paper route and gas station money out of the bank. Money I had worked so hard for, so Sheri and I could start out our life smoothly. I got into a big argument with Sheri the day after the graduation party. I told her I have a major hangover and can't this stuff your telling me wait until tomorrow? With her then giving me the ultimatum. "You cannot hang out with Robert no more, because if you do, the weddings is off. I hope he's right and there are more fish in the sea who could go for a fellow like me. Finally, I got the speech from dear old Dad telling me how he didn't know who I was any longer. That I had let him down too! I had disappointed him. Jeez, thanks for the self loathing complex I have now Dad. He had set up an interview with the head of Human Resources Department at where he and Grandpa worked. So I would have a job right after graduation. Me, I didn't show for it. I was with Robert James and time just got away from me. So now it's just me, Robert James, and my 1955 Buick Century heading down Interstate Highway 35 with not a care in world. Or so I thought. The first night we didn't stop to sleep anywhere so when I got tired, Robert James drove. When he got tired, Little Joseph drove. Little Joseph was this fellow Robert picked up hitch-hiking while I was asleep. He was only about five foot one with the longest hair I've ever seen on a dude before. He said he was going to California. The place where dreams come true, he says. He wanted to be some kind of movie star. I told him that only happens in the movies, where a guy rolls into town and with no training what so ever becomes a star. You see, little Joe told us he never had a day of acting classes in his life. Not even in his High School. Which he dropped out of. Even I'm not that dumb. He didn't take it too kindly to what I was telling him so he pulls out this automatic pistol from his back pack he was carrying, saying he was going to be famous one way or another. Later, we threw his back pack out the door when we had to stop so he could take a piss. We drove so fast away from him, I new for sure we'd get pulled over by the Cops. Sure enough, not five miles down the road a motorcycle cop lights them up and we pull over. We explained why and what we were running from, but he still gave us a ticket. He said he would go back to find Little Joseph. I'm glad to say I never saw or heard from the little guy again. We went to the nearest Highway Patrol Offices, to pay our ticket, then headed back down the Highway. That's when I got the call. Its only been twelve days since we hit the road and one of my old chums from school, named Peter, calls to tell me Sheri is already engaged to marry Dave. Dave and I grew up together. Since we were in kindergarten. Pete was saying the rumor is that Sheri has always secretly loved him and it wasn't until after I left that she found out that Dave felt the same way. Isn't that the bitch. It's been twelve days and one of my best friends is already porkin' my girlfriend. Well, technically she's not my girl anymore. She did say she would wait for me even if it meant forever. And I said I would send for her once I established myself someplace. Only twelve stinking days. I wonder what would have become of me if I had married that girl. Probably divorced with alimony and child support payments. I would have been angry all the time and hoping she would die. Dave, your welcome to her my friend. I hope you are miserably divorced by the time I come back to visit at Christmas time. It'll be two or three Christmases from now, so that should give that woman plenty of time to ruin your life.
"Amen!" Says Robert James.
This is,
Some Of It Was True
Jim Hauenstein
And,
“And these children that you spit on, as they try to change their worlds, are immune to your consultations. They're quite aware of what they're going through.”
- David Bowie -
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July 23, 2017
The Future Of Torrents - Reprise
I thought I was ready to start writing again
but I'm just not up to it yet.
I'm still recovering you see.
For your entertainment pleasure though,
I'm reprising a
Post
I wrote on
Saturday, November 2nd, 2013
which I believe still holds true today.
Enjoy.
Actually,
it's your future without
Torrents.What everyone should be thinking about,
on this very subject,
is the underlining reasons behind the dismantling of the
"Peer to Peer"
web sites called
Torrents.
Even if you have never used one,
the end result of this crackdown going on around the
World,
will eventually affect each of you.The
"Taking Down"
of these sites is happening pretty much on a regular basis as soon as they can find the owner of each site.
They call these owners
Pirates.You barely hear about it in today's media since they too are invested in keeping ownership of
Copyrighted Material
as long as they can,
a
Commodity.
Coverage is mostly limited to,
online magazines sites,
such as
"Torrent Freak,"
and chat rooms.One chat room was recently exposed as being set up by the
U.S. Government
to sucker people into exposing themselves.I'm going to concentrate on the
Entertainment
side of this issue,
since that is what I consider this
Blog
to be all about.
Entertainment!
But all
Copyrighted Material,
showing up on
Peer to Peer
web sites can be argued for
and against by the
Anti-Torrent Supporters
and by
Torrent Defenders.Politicians,
Police Forces,
Publishers,
Producers,
Programmers,
and anyone in the
Entertainment Business,
(The MPAA in particular),
would have you believe that if one person is getting
Copyrighted Material
through a
Torrent Website
for free,
that the person who had the idea,
or his
"Intellectual Property"
will be given away to the masses,
that he will starve to death!I have read where the
MPAA
claims that because of
Piracy,
the
Entertainment Industry
is losing jobs,
that could be saved,
if they could only make more money.I find that extremely hard to believe.In a
World
where so many affluent people are trying to build that
"One World Economy,"
(Hollywood types included,)
and the
Republicans
are working for a two class system in
America,
(Consisting of only of the Rich & the Poor),
in all types of
Businesses,
Employers
find it is much easier to double the workload on their existing
Workforce
instead of hiring a new
Employee
when someone retires
or quits.Getting more work done for the same expense is bringing in higher profits,
but shabby work.
The long term effect of stress on an individual's health
and the related mental
and physical mistakes being made on the quality of work being performed by employees from companies using this tactic,
has yet to be felt in our society.From what I have read or witnessed personally here in the
U.S.,
companies making more money are looking for further ways to increase their profits by decreasing the hours of full time workers whenever possible.
Eventually,
hoping to employ only part time workers.When this happens,
these companies won't have to invest in
Employee Health Benefits,
Paid Vacations,
and pouring money into the
Federal & State
mandated
Unemployment Fund.Higher profits,
higher greed potential,
more money for the rich.
It's working in the
Entertainment Business
just as well. We are also led to believe by the
MPAA
that the poor coffers of the
Rich and Famous
in
Hollywood
could be a lot fuller if these criminals were incarcerated.
The old adage.
"This would effectively have rich people spending that extra money, stimulating the economy, and helping individuals with lower income when the money trickles down to them. Making everyone's life better."Thank you
Hollywood!
Always thinking of the little guy.
How sweet. The heart of the matter is,
the
Entertainment Industry
is losing money.
Not to the
Torrent Websites
like they claim. The
Entertainment Business,
like all businesses,
need to constantly change with the times.The
Gaming Industry,
and I am not talking about online
Casinos,
here,
but the new powerhouses like
PlayStation,
Xbox,
Wii,
and all the companies making the games,
all had sales that surpassed the
Music & Movie Industries
combined!
Yes,
combined!
Those two dinosaurs might not be going away anytime soon,
but they are no longer what the future holds as the number one Entertainment Business
in the
World.I'm not a
Futurist,
but I can pretty much bet with confidence that something will come along replacing
Gaming
as the number one
Entertainment Business
too,
eventually. It's the same as what is happening to computer sales because of Smart Phones.
We will always need computers,
but not everyone in the
World
needs one.
Since their phone does everything an average person wants. Back in the
1970's,
the
Music Industry
cried foul when cassette tapes were introduced because they couldn't stop people from recording a tune to give away to their friends.
In the end,
the
Music Industry
made more money by selling cassette tapes of an artist's music along side selling the vinyl version.People love,
have always loved,
and will always love,
to own a piece of something in their hands.
Not copies.
It takes away the feeling of ownership of something valuable.The
MPAA
uses a study that they themselves paid for as evidence that piracy hurts everyone,
when others studies have shown the opposite.
It's like the cassette tape incident.
They would have you focusing on the negative aspect of this topic, instead of brainstorming how the change in the industry could benefit the
Hollywood Types
they say they are protecting.
Torrents
didn't ruin the
Music Industry,
it forced
Artists
to write music they could perform live.
It brought back the
Live Concert. I'm an optimist as far as what the future will bring.
But I'm also a realist at what I see as having more constraints coming coming our way on using the
Internet.If
Big Brother
gets full control of what can see
and do on the web,
then soon we will all be
Pirates
surfing the
Dark Web.
Otherwise,
you'll have to pay,
Cable,
Satellite,
or
Phone Companies,
to get on the
Government Controlled Internet,
which will force you to pay for a
State License
and
Federal & State Taxes
to use it.A
License Fee
will have different levels you can pay for,
like companies do now,
and the cost will dramatically increase as your usage goes up.History has shown us that a few power hungry rich elitists have always felt it necessary
and sometimes their right,
to control the masses by restricting what they can
and cannot do.
Then comes along the reboot in all societies,
where people are fed up with the
1%
and freedom is given back to the people.But the process slowly repeats itself.
The
1%
always trying to take control.
This is what's happening today.If someone with the
Authority,
be it
Judicial,
Legislative,
Wealthy Capitalist,
and so on,
notices your website
and doesn't like what you represents
or what your views are,
they will use their influence to outflank you with high price Lawyers,
Judges,
and the
Police,
who see yet another way to show the
City Controllers
how valuable they are,
with all levels of
Politicians
who need the bank roll of the
Capitalist's Support,
to get elected term after term. So think about it clearly.Once they outlaw
Free Internet,
because
Torrents
are ruining the economy,
only
Outlaws & Pirates
will get it for free.You'll be the one paying a lot more money for it,
the one they regulate your usage on,
monitor what you can
and cannot do,
and feed the type of information that someone else has decides is appropriate for your level of
Licenses.
This is,
I Do Charge 99 Cents For My eBook
"No Return Address"
But All The Money I Make Goes Towards My Eventual Release Of A Real Paperback Novel When I Can Afford It
Jim Hauenstein,
And,
“War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Ignorance is strength.”
- George Orwell, -"Just my opinion, but I'm sticking to it!"
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Thanks for reading.
but I'm just not up to it yet.
I'm still recovering you see.
For your entertainment pleasure though,
I'm reprising a
Post
I wrote on
Saturday, November 2nd, 2013
which I believe still holds true today.
Enjoy.
Actually,
it's your future without
Torrents.What everyone should be thinking about,
on this very subject,
is the underlining reasons behind the dismantling of the
"Peer to Peer"
web sites called
Torrents.
Even if you have never used one,
the end result of this crackdown going on around the
World,
will eventually affect each of you.The
"Taking Down"
of these sites is happening pretty much on a regular basis as soon as they can find the owner of each site.
They call these owners
Pirates.You barely hear about it in today's media since they too are invested in keeping ownership of
Copyrighted Material
as long as they can,
a
Commodity.
Coverage is mostly limited to,
online magazines sites,
such as
"Torrent Freak,"
and chat rooms.One chat room was recently exposed as being set up by the
U.S. Government
to sucker people into exposing themselves.I'm going to concentrate on the
Entertainment
side of this issue,
since that is what I consider this
Blog
to be all about.
Entertainment!
But all
Copyrighted Material,
showing up on
Peer to Peer
web sites can be argued for
and against by the
Anti-Torrent Supporters
and by
Torrent Defenders.Politicians,
Police Forces,
Publishers,
Producers,
Programmers,
and anyone in the
Entertainment Business,
(The MPAA in particular),
would have you believe that if one person is getting
Copyrighted Material
through a
Torrent Website
for free,
that the person who had the idea,
or his
"Intellectual Property"
will be given away to the masses,
that he will starve to death!I have read where the
MPAA
claims that because of
Piracy,
the
Entertainment Industry
is losing jobs,
that could be saved,
if they could only make more money.I find that extremely hard to believe.In a
World
where so many affluent people are trying to build that
"One World Economy,"
(Hollywood types included,)
and the
Republicans
are working for a two class system in
America,
(Consisting of only of the Rich & the Poor),
in all types of
Businesses,
Employers
find it is much easier to double the workload on their existing
Workforce
instead of hiring a new
Employee
when someone retires
or quits.Getting more work done for the same expense is bringing in higher profits,
but shabby work.
The long term effect of stress on an individual's health
and the related mental
and physical mistakes being made on the quality of work being performed by employees from companies using this tactic,
has yet to be felt in our society.From what I have read or witnessed personally here in the
U.S.,
companies making more money are looking for further ways to increase their profits by decreasing the hours of full time workers whenever possible.
Eventually,
hoping to employ only part time workers.When this happens,
these companies won't have to invest in
Employee Health Benefits,
Paid Vacations,
and pouring money into the
Federal & State
mandated
Unemployment Fund.Higher profits,
higher greed potential,
more money for the rich.
It's working in the
Entertainment Business
just as well. We are also led to believe by the
MPAA
that the poor coffers of the
Rich and Famous
in
Hollywood
could be a lot fuller if these criminals were incarcerated.
The old adage.
"This would effectively have rich people spending that extra money, stimulating the economy, and helping individuals with lower income when the money trickles down to them. Making everyone's life better."Thank you
Hollywood!
Always thinking of the little guy.
How sweet. The heart of the matter is,
the
Entertainment Industry
is losing money.
Not to the
Torrent Websites
like they claim. The
Entertainment Business,
like all businesses,
need to constantly change with the times.The
Gaming Industry,
and I am not talking about online
Casinos,
here,
but the new powerhouses like
PlayStation,
Xbox,
Wii,
and all the companies making the games,
all had sales that surpassed the
Music & Movie Industries
combined!
Yes,
combined!
Those two dinosaurs might not be going away anytime soon,
but they are no longer what the future holds as the number one Entertainment Business
in the
World.I'm not a
Futurist,
but I can pretty much bet with confidence that something will come along replacing
Gaming
as the number one
Entertainment Business
too,
eventually. It's the same as what is happening to computer sales because of Smart Phones.
We will always need computers,
but not everyone in the
World
needs one.
Since their phone does everything an average person wants. Back in the
1970's,
the
Music Industry
cried foul when cassette tapes were introduced because they couldn't stop people from recording a tune to give away to their friends.
In the end,
the
Music Industry
made more money by selling cassette tapes of an artist's music along side selling the vinyl version.People love,
have always loved,
and will always love,
to own a piece of something in their hands.
Not copies.
It takes away the feeling of ownership of something valuable.The
MPAA
uses a study that they themselves paid for as evidence that piracy hurts everyone,
when others studies have shown the opposite.
It's like the cassette tape incident.
They would have you focusing on the negative aspect of this topic, instead of brainstorming how the change in the industry could benefit the
Hollywood Types
they say they are protecting.
Torrents
didn't ruin the
Music Industry,
it forced
Artists
to write music they could perform live.
It brought back the
Live Concert. I'm an optimist as far as what the future will bring.
But I'm also a realist at what I see as having more constraints coming coming our way on using the
Internet.If
Big Brother
gets full control of what can see
and do on the web,
then soon we will all be
Pirates
surfing the
Dark Web.
Otherwise,
you'll have to pay,
Cable,
Satellite,
or
Phone Companies,
to get on the
Government Controlled Internet,
which will force you to pay for a
State License
and
Federal & State Taxes
to use it.A
License Fee
will have different levels you can pay for,
like companies do now,
and the cost will dramatically increase as your usage goes up.History has shown us that a few power hungry rich elitists have always felt it necessary
and sometimes their right,
to control the masses by restricting what they can
and cannot do.
Then comes along the reboot in all societies,
where people are fed up with the
1%
and freedom is given back to the people.But the process slowly repeats itself.
The
1%
always trying to take control.
This is what's happening today.If someone with the
Authority,
be it
Judicial,
Legislative,
Wealthy Capitalist,
and so on,
notices your website
and doesn't like what you represents
or what your views are,
they will use their influence to outflank you with high price Lawyers,
Judges,
and the
Police,
who see yet another way to show the
City Controllers
how valuable they are,
with all levels of
Politicians
who need the bank roll of the
Capitalist's Support,
to get elected term after term. So think about it clearly.Once they outlaw
Free Internet,
because
Torrents
are ruining the economy,
only
Outlaws & Pirates
will get it for free.You'll be the one paying a lot more money for it,
the one they regulate your usage on,
monitor what you can
and cannot do,
and feed the type of information that someone else has decides is appropriate for your level of
Licenses.
This is,
I Do Charge 99 Cents For My eBook
"No Return Address"
But All The Money I Make Goes Towards My Eventual Release Of A Real Paperback Novel When I Can Afford It
Jim Hauenstein,
And,
“War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Ignorance is strength.”
- George Orwell, -"Just my opinion, but I'm sticking to it!"
Like what you are reading?
Sign up as a Follower,
or Set up my Blog as your Homepage
on your Web-Browser,
or Leave a Comment,
or a Suggestion,
And I will answer you in a Post.
Thanks for reading.
July 21, 2017
Dear Diary
Dear Diary,
I almost died last week. That is according to my Doctor who told me, "Jim, somebody in Heaven still believes you need to accomplish something, here on Earth, because you should have died!"
When I tell that story, people take offense to what my Doctor said. I on the other-hand, take as something beautiful.
If I do have someone looking out for me in Heaven, it's my Mother and my Brother. Two people I say hello to every night before I go to sleep when I pray.
Thank you Mom and thank you Dan. I love and miss you both and I can't wait to find out what I need to accomplish first, here on Earth, before I pass onto the next level of existence.
This is,I'm Back!Jim Hauenstein
AndTomorrow I Will Start Writing Seriously Again
“Painting is just another way of keeping a diary.”
- Pablo Picasso -
That is my story and I am sticking to it!
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and I will answer you in a Post. Thanks for reading.
I almost died last week. That is according to my Doctor who told me, "Jim, somebody in Heaven still believes you need to accomplish something, here on Earth, because you should have died!"
When I tell that story, people take offense to what my Doctor said. I on the other-hand, take as something beautiful.
If I do have someone looking out for me in Heaven, it's my Mother and my Brother. Two people I say hello to every night before I go to sleep when I pray.
Thank you Mom and thank you Dan. I love and miss you both and I can't wait to find out what I need to accomplish first, here on Earth, before I pass onto the next level of existence.
This is,I'm Back!Jim HauensteinAndTomorrow I Will Start Writing Seriously Again
“Painting is just another way of keeping a diary.”
- Pablo Picasso -
That is my story and I am sticking to it!
Like what you are reading?
Sign up as a Follower,
or Set up my Blog as your Homepageon your Web-browser,
or Leave a Comment,
or a Suggestion,
and I will answer you in a Post. Thanks for reading.
July 6, 2017
Hello
Hi everyone. A bit of a set back. It looks like I will be here until Saturday. I can't do the kind of writing on my tablet the way I can on my computer so I guess we will have to postpone the next Episode of "The Man From Mars" until next week. Sorry about that. Thanks for coming back over and over to check out all the other stuff I have written. I appreciate it. I'll keep you updated.
This is,
Wishing all of you to have a healthy and wealthy life
Jim Hauenstein
And,
That's my story and I am sticking to it!
Like what you are reading?
Read some more!
Watch some videos!
I have a ton of stuff you can go through on this Blog!
Thanks for reading!
This is,
Wishing all of you to have a healthy and wealthy life
Jim Hauenstein
And,
That's my story and I am sticking to it!
Like what you are reading?
Read some more!
Watch some videos!
I have a ton of stuff you can go through on this Blog!
Thanks for reading!
July 5, 2017
Still Alive And Kicking!
I'm writing this on my tablet, while in the hospital. Came in last Friday and I have been here ever since. Good news, I'm getting better and should be out of here by tomorrow! Which means I'll be writing real soon to keep you in the loop, entertained, up-to-date, and laughing with my "Three Stooges" type of humor. Thanks to my Friends and Family for all of their support, and thank all of you who keep coming back, even when I cannot write everyday!
This is,
Hoping I Can Write Another Episode Of "The Man From Mars" Tomorrow
Jim Hauenstein
And,
I don't have a quote off the top of my head,
so you will have to wait until tomorrow!
That's my story and I'm sticking to it!
Like what you are reading?
Awe, you know the rest.
Thanks for reading!
This is,
Hoping I Can Write Another Episode Of "The Man From Mars" Tomorrow
Jim Hauenstein
And,
I don't have a quote off the top of my head,
so you will have to wait until tomorrow!
That's my story and I'm sticking to it!
Like what you are reading?
Awe, you know the rest.
Thanks for reading!
