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Letters From God: Rhymes With Shmashmortion
Today, I would like to talk to you boys and girls about abortion. According to dictionary.com, an abortion can mean a number of things such as: the removal of an embryo or fetus from the uterus in order to end a pregnancy; any of various surgical methods for terminating a pregnancy,especially during the first six months; an immature and nonviable fetus. I would like to emphasize the word nonviable. This word, according to the ever-ready dictionary.com, means not capable of living, growing, and developing, as an embryo, seed, or plant. In simpler terms, an abortion is essentially the premature ending of a pregnancy to prevent carrying the child through gestation and giving birth.
I Don’t Belong Here: Do Not Enter (or, “It’s A Marshmallow World”)
So there I was, happily leaving Walmart with marshmallows for the hot chocolate. All in all it had been a painless visit to one of the most awful places on Earth, which in retrospect must have been divine foreshadowing.
And as I walked through the exit door through to the vestibule, approaching through the other side was the Rude family. Mr. Rude, Mrs. Rude and little Rudy Jr. The Rude family was attempting to ENTER through the same door I was trying to EXIT from. Or egress, if you prefer a fancy and slightly archaic vocabulary. Now the Rude family weren’t merely trying to enter through the wrong door; a crime of mere social convention I commit frequently myself. No, they were determined to walk through the door side by side, BLOCKING the door from honest hard working citizens like myself who take it on good faith that they will be able to leave the building through the door marked “EXIT.” READ MORE »
Letters From God: No Excuses
I believe I have mentioned before that I work at a copy center. If not, I work in a god-forsaken copy center. I do not know what it is about the copy center, but it is like a magnet for disabled people. By disabled I mean people who seem to have no abilities. The concepts of thinking things through, simple math, reading, typing, and communicating are just too advanced for these people. Not to say there aren’t gems out there. Thank goodness there are people who can handle those tasks. But nevertheless, I seem to be constantly dealing with human beings that do not seem to possess any common sense whatsoever. READ MORE »
I Don’t Belong Here: Phoning It In (The Best Of New Sun Rising)
Yeah, so, I’m phoning it in this week. What can I say? The life of a social revolutionary and mental explorer doesn’t always leave time for new content. Personal issues. So here’s some things I already wrote, over at the blog no one reads, and, by virtue of being from the blog that no one reads, may as well be new. So, together again for the first time, the wit and wisdom of Noel R. Rogers, padded out with accompanying surreal original art: READ MORE »
HACK № 26: Wash Your Mouth Out With SOPA
Howdy Trademarks, welcome to the twenty-sixth copyright of HACK. If you’ve made it this far, Congress has proposed legislation that would make it illegal for you to make it this far.
This week, something relatively relevant: Internet Censorship. So let me hop on this SOPAbox and tell you all the things you’re not considering in this debate, because you never took Philosophy courses, you hacks.
Prose Before Swine: Last Issue Of 2011 Ever!
Congrats to me for surviving another Christmas vacation…I saw things that would make a Sherpa orgy feel normal to a coven of Vaktik assassins.
I didn’t get a whole lot done in my 4 days off. Granted I had my kids – which require constant attention for fear of the house burning down or worse. Together we saw lots of family, ate lots of stuff, and ridiculed each other in good spirits.
I’m happy to say that I’ve put pencil to paper for the design of the new lightning gun – the more manufactureable version. So far the whole thing is made of $20 cordless drills, PVC drain pipe, and fender washers. Go me. These are going to go for between $350 and $600 each depending on which features are included. Should be lots of fun if it doesn’t land me in jail. READ MORE »
HACK № 20: Until Dead Inside Do Us Part
Howdy Lovers, welcome to the twentieth consummation of HACK. If you’ve made it this far, don’t forget tomorrow is Give Your Wedding Ring to A Single Person Day. As per sacred tradition, the single person gets to bang the spouse of the person who gives them their ring, while you get to go out and bang everybody else’s spouse who is single for a day.
Last week I brought up two subjects I have no direct experience of: marriage and kids. I have neither. I once went steady with a girl when she had been separated for only four months. She eventually got the divorce and shared custody of her daughter. They are both my dear friends to this day. Later on I dabbled in the colors of a deaf artist with two hearing kids, a girl and boy. The kids’ father (also deaf) was somewhere south, seriously trying to get off the grid. So I’m not married and I don’t have kids but I’ve at least had a few years of experiences acting the part.
This week we’re going to take a closer look at that those spiritually legal unions that everyone thinks are the only the kind of unions that should be recognized and sanctioned by society. READ MORE »
HACK № 19: The Children Are Our Present
Howdy Zygotes, welcome to the nineteenth afterbirth of HACK. If you’ve made it this far, please don’t have any more kids.
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