Below are the 11 most recent journal entries recorded in dalkhu's LiveJournal:

Thursday, July 5th, 2007
12:22 pm	The late David Lane stated in his work, the 88 precepts, that seeking equality is to seek the lowest common denominator and as a result is the destruction of excellence. In the full precept he makes reference to two horses, one a race horse, the other a plow horse. Both are good at their specialty task, however when expected to perform in the task of the other each horse cannot compete unless the horse which has been bred for the task at hand is handicapped. When I look around me, and I look back to every my experiences growing up in this country I can see that Mr. Lane was rather was accurate in this idea. In the last 20 yrs the education system has made much greater use of 'co-operative games' games and sports where everyone is a victor, rather than traditional competitive games which praise and reward the faster, stronger and smarter players. Even as a child I never saw the point in doing something that had absolutely no purpose to it. Why spend energy on a task when in the end those who are lesser reap the same rewards. To be honest, I saw these games the same way I saw dancing in school... a pointless exercise which promoted un-natural interaction between many people who would never interact in this manner. So I did everything I could to avoid these games, and concentrated on games and contests that rewarded physical and mental prowess. I spent my time studying, fighting and working. After all when you have something to lose, you also have something to gain. The idea of non-competition and constant compromise; this idea of a forced and uneasy peace is against the ways of nature. After all it is essential to our development and evolution as a species that each person, family, and even nation all compete with one another. This competition fuels a necessity to improve ones self, of ones community, or ones entire nation. This strengthens the foundations of society, and forces others from their self-induced sloth to strive, to learn, to suffer all in the name of becoming better. As much as mankind attempts to distance himself from natural law, as a living entity mankind must understand that this is not a realistic idea. Like in the natural world, in our constructed world there are still predators, guardians, and prey all among us. In essence, each person has their place, their role, their strength. Those who have nothing to contribute, should, by all right of natural law, cease to exist. While those who have everything, should accept their place and destiny to rise above the average and be the shining example to the next generation. To live according to this ideal adequeate resources could be properly allocated for advancement and furtherment of humanity, rather than waste resource on decacance and pointless exercises of 'compassion'. I challenge you to ask yourself, is it an exercise in compassion to spend resources and time to keep one alive who can never really live or contribute, at the expense of continuiously crippling our best and brightest so they rot in the ranks of the average citizen? Or is this a lack of logic, an emotional fumble which exposes the true weaknesses of the human condition. For reasons unknown to me, we continue to strive for exemption from these laws that are older than the existence of man. As a species we continue to strive to separate ourselves from this reality by living in poorly constructed cement, steel and plastic garbage dumps we call cities; we continue to strive to deny our very nature, the nature that is responsible for our survival. On top of this all, we as a species continue this downward spiral by inventing backward laws and systems of "morality" that do not focus on fact and logic, but rather empathy and superstition. Our system of value has damned us in the western world to continue a false hierarchy which is determined by a corrupt, vampiric fiscal system which is contrary to the very forces that caused us to endure as a species, as a culture, and a people. I fear that only on the brink of our extinction, on our collective deathbed really, will we truly understand our place in the natural world surrounding us. Non Timetis Messor (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, October 2nd, 2006
3:10 pm	A blatant slap to the face... answered by nothing of course. http://money.cnn.com/2006/09/28/news/economy/middle_class.reut/index.htm If this isn't a spit right in our faces...I dont know what is. You know, this is further proof that our people, the average middle class citizen are now all slaves to nothing more than glorified merchants. After reading this story... found in bold below is what every corporation might as well say to us. Good morning middle class North America. I would like to introduce my friends and I (although we hardly need an introduction)... we are the rich power elite. We are the modern bourgoise... We are the merchant royalty who control your lands, your lives and buy out your senators. Your ancestors roll in their graves, as we are what they came to North America to escape. We are your masters, your bosses, your employers. We own you, and your source of income which feeds and clothes your families. And you know what you can do about us? Nothing. After all, Our food makes you fat and sick. Our lobbyists work hard to ban the information that makes you smart, and further buries the information that can help you and future generations. Our toxins pollute the air so you cannot breathe. And Your military serves Our needs. Infact we pollute the entire world, build and destroy other societys to better serve our interests, and when we cant use simple economics and need dirty deeds done dirt cheap, you finance it and your children and grand children commit the murders and die in the name of your country. not us. Example: Problem in the middle east... you solve it... we order it... You pay us to do it. We profit on the sale of arms and supplies, the weapons, the propaganda... oh and your deaths. Infact we are involved at every stage of the battle, even selling inferior weapons and supplies to the side that opposes our interests just to get the best bang for our buck. To top it off...you might as well know that in most cases we, the ruling class, pay much less than you do in taxes. And... when the rare occassion comes about that you question too much, we raise the cost of living. Then you have to work overtime, and you dont have the time to question, as you dont have the time nor energy to read and think. We fear nothing. After all who do we fear. You? God? The Law? We own You, we own your God, and we make your Laws. Its important that you know that laws do not apply to those who make them... After all, the enron trials, all a staged ploy. "We care about white collar criminals too... as long as they affect our interests that is." Soon you will see our true power. In Canada we will complete the ban on firearms, and follow up with this experiment in the USA. Then, our plan will be complete. You will not be able to think so you will not be able to object. And your few leaders who see through the plan and try to rally support will not even be able to use violence to your benefit. Like a Constricting snake we tighten our grip on your petty lives, and squeeze every last bit from you. We control your police, your army, and your media. When you get out of line and protest, your own people do as we say and protect our own interests. We elect "your" president, "your" leaders and control the idea of the whole electoral process. We are your bourgoisis... your ruling class. We are your demons, and this is your hell. You are our slaves and are destined to a life of servitude to us. Black, Brown, Yellow, Red and White... know that your Color, Race, Culture is irrelevant. We own and trade you like cattle. The more you fight amongst yourselves, the more violence you use in your petty squabbles, the more we can tighten your chains. Soon all of your options will be gone. Your electoral process, your democracy, everything you know is a lie. Its orchestrated... bought and sold before your very eyes and because it happens so fast you never see the transaction. So, I suggest you shut up and buy, buy, buy what we offer. Know that your kids will grow up in apartment buildings which we build and sell to you... your children will grow up with almost nothing and go to the educational fields which we allow them to go to. We raise tuitions so only those willing to sacrifice may join the lowest eschellon of our ranks. And in time your class will finally be the serf class. There will only be master and slave. Like the royalty of the middle ages, you will either be born into power, or born into the proletariat. So please, read this story... published by us. But don't wipe our excrement off of your face, that would be a disrespect to your masters. We know, and You know that nothing will come of this display of arrogance except maybe an angry blog or two or a couple wannabe beatniks bitching over a cup of starbucks coffee (which they buy from us). Enjoy, and accept your servitude to us. We will do our best to make it as comfortable as possible, without affecting our interests too much. Sincerely yours, from the back of a fleet of comfortable limosines... driven by members of your pathetic ranks. Your economic flog wielding masters, The power elite. If you all look back, take a time to talk to your parents, and your grandparents... ask them about the cost of living, the wages they made, and what the relative cost of things were... like houses, land and even food. Remember back to 10 yrs ago, the cost of things, and what you could buy with a dollar. Then look at what you can buy today with the same dollar. My friends, and fellow North Americans... As members of the middle class, we are in a state of decline. Our rights are an illusion. These days you cant even speak freely about an injust conflict with out being labelled an "anti-semite" or a "racist" or further more a "Nazi". The consitutions of both the major North American nations are quickly being subverted. Our way of life, our ideals and even our standard of living is vanishing. To make matters worse, these parasitical organizations, the multi national corporations, do what ever they can to cut expenses... like move jobs overseas... and lobby our governments to cut their taxes on importing foreign imported goods. Soon one of our most powerful labour unions will be rendered obsolete by a new highway being constructed from mexico to Canada. Yet another blow to the already faltering middle class. In Canada you can vote for any party, and all of them will do something to subvert your rights... be it the NDP, the Conservatives or the openly Corrupt Liberal party. In the USA, the line between republican and democrat is blurred. It doesnt matter who is elected... they both have the same agenda, and are put in power by the same people. Guess what, it isnt you and it isnt me. It is our true and very real masters. The people who pay us, who work us into the ground, who suck out our resources like a vampire draining yet another victim and making them a slave to their causes. Sadly... I do not write this blog hoping that it will help you to change your mind, but rather to ease my own mind... and to quell the fires that rage with in my heart. After all, its hard to know that the children you will have will be born into servitude. And now it is getting to the point where unless you suffer and sacrifice yourself completely for at least the next 40 years of your life, they will have no chance of having a family of their own. The only hope that I have in this world, is that in the dark times coming that I am sure to face, there is a faint light at the end of the tunnel, and a lantern that my close friends and family, my only real allies, are there to help me bear. Amicus certus in re incerta cernitur. - Cicero Non Timetis Messor Dalkhu. Current Mood: disappointed Current Music: RUUN, by enslaved (black metal) (Comment on this)
Tuesday, September 26th, 2006
12:38 pm	Got AIDS??? Welcome to Canada!!! http://www.cbc.ca/cp/health/060923/x092306.html http://www.mercurynews.com/mld/mercurynews/news/opinion/15602841.htm Wow... Who knew that people would get even stupider. "Hi, your cute, you have AIDS... wanna fuck me in the ass. Just make sure you dont use lube, and you make me bleed like a virgin, thanks." This is a new low... I really am in shock after reading how fucking retarded people really are. This is the same as some idiot praying to get lung cancer. And people wonder why the Americans want to have people do manditory AIDS testing. You know, thats a great idea... however it should also come with an AIDS island. Designate one island, and make it a place for citizens with AIDS. It has been 25 yrs since we discovered this destructive disease, you would think that either we would have found a cure, or we would have created a quarantine. Then we have this story to add to our growing AIDS epidemic. http://www.cbc.ca/story/canada/national/2006/09/01/aids-refugee.html Its a simple concept... Anyone immigrating/seeking refugee status, or a student visa even should be tested for non curable and communicable diseases. These people should be kept on an island for persepective immigrants/refugees, and if found to have communicable diseases, sent back home. Goodbye. Of course there is no suprise when I say that again (yes, again), Canada is monumental in its stupidity. After all, we are entertaining the idea of giving refugee status to one hundred and thirty seven third world africans with AIDS... who should have been granted a very short term visit in the first place. And who pays for it. You, Me, Our parents, Our grandparents. They never contributed to our country, to our health care system... and they never will. On top of that... we also pay for it in another way. We risk further infection of the populace... after all its ridiculous to expect these people to come over here and not have sex with people once in a while, knowing they are infected. So perhaps, our kids or even ourselves will go out, have intercourse with someone who was exposed to the virus which originally came from some loser we let in from an african third world shithole. Only in Canada do we let in these plague carriers. Why? Because we feel sorry for them, because some hippies make a big deal... because they 'feel' for them... rather than consider the conseqences of allowing these leeches to come and feed off our system. For all the people who feel so strongly about letting these plague carrying rats enter our country, use our resources, and then die with out contributing anything... you pay for it. You pay their medical bills, you take responsibility when they infect another person, and you work for their survival. This is a much more intelligent option than whine and whine and write petitions and then get our taxes increases, our service charges increased all to prolong the life of someone who isnt a citizen, and more over is already dead. Personally, I shouldnt have to pay my money out to ease the suffering of a refugee, especially one who can never contribute to the country or ever be anything besides a burden on the system. And they claim... "well if we go back to our country, we will die... " Good riddance... better luck next time. Too bad you werent born here. I would say sad to see you go... but I am not, I would be lying. Oh, and while your at it, please die away from a tourist area so I dont have to step over your corpse if I decide to go on a photo safari. And while we are at it, if you come back, you will be captured and thrown off a military boat into the sea or directly into an incenerator. Again... goodbye (Kwaherini), get the fuck out of my country. So... What are the solutions I propose after this rant? My solutions: 1) Manditory finger printing and dna samples from all people wishing to enter and live in this country. 2) Manditory testing for all communicable diseases before gaining and Immigrant, Student Visa, or Refugee status. Until such tests are conducted, you shall be kept on a quarantined island, with very basic food and shelter then notified if you are allowed to enter, or if found to be infected you are to be deported immediately in the most cost effective way possible. 3) All illegal immigrants when discovered are to spend a minimum of 10 yrs in a labour camp, and then deported. All business people responsable for employing illegal labour are to spend a minimum of 15 yrs in prison. All illegals found to have a communicable disease are to be disposed of immediately so that the population of Canada does not have incur more cost than necessary. 4) Manditory testing for HIV/AIDS once per year. All residents and citizens of Canada must test yearly to stem the growth of this disease. 5) All citizens found to be infected with HIV are to be sent to a quarantined facility, to aid with disease research, and to recieve proper medical care and to be trained and educated to work on projects around the facility (the brightest to help with research) to keep the facilities cost down. For this, an island would work best. In addition Residents (*non citizens) are to be deported to their country of origin immediately. Yeah, I know its cold, and I am a heartless, compassionless person. I have heard it all. But after 25 yrs, and very little options and hope for a sucessful cure, as well as people thinking that getting HIV is a good thing and an essential part of homosexual subculture, strict and active measures need to be implimented to ensure the survival of our people, and more over our nation. Lets be realistic people, this disease isnt going anywhere, its a big problem. We need to protect ourselves first, Canadians first.... not africans, indians, or anyone else. And to do this, we need strict controls on our people, and our immigration system. And so we are crystal clear, it is NO secret that I am an open critic of the stupid values generally held by the mislead population of my country of birth. However, like it or not I am Canadian. I firmly believe that we need to take a few lessons from our American cousins if we wish to continue our tradition of soverignity in the next fifty years. After all it takes money, or more so, resources to keep a land the size of ours united, strong and soverign. Sorry hippys, in a global economy, every penny counts. Those who count their beans, win. Love only works in musicials and feel good movies. It really is that simple. Efficient management of resource. After all, strategy beats emotion every time. I leave you with this link. http://www.stlyrics.com/lyrics/teamamericaworldpolice/everyonehasaids.htm Non Timetis Messor Dalkhu Current Mood: annoyed Current Music: Dark Tranquility (Comment on this)
12:36 pm	Time to start using live journal - here are my rules. I haven't really used this to post my thoughts. However, some of my friends think its time to start posting up my journals. You know its not a bad idea. Before I start My Rules: 1) If you are not a friend, have not demonstrated even a negotable amount of intellect, are a grammar nazi, you will be ridiculed. If you are a complete retard you will have your comments deleted (and for the entertainment of others reading this blog, ridiculed. 2) If I dont like you in real life, I dont like you here. Expect comments about your mother and my penis, as well as comments about your mother and her skill at pleasing all of my friends penises and vaginas (note to all the funamentalist christians, this is the year 2006, some women are also very skilled at the art of Cunningulus and is common practice in most first world countries.). Also expect that your comments will be deleted, and my further comments (with links to your profile) about your sexual escapades with your dead, or dying relatives, pets, or inanimate objects will continue. 3) Just because we are friends/aquaintances in real life, don't expect to agree with me. If you do fine, If you dont, thats fine to. If you are going to post on my journal, make it intelligent and well thought out... otherwise see rule number 1. 4) Don't threaten to kick my ass, this is the internet and most people are bitches who post "im going to beat you up" on my blog comments... I will ridicule you and your very small penis to no end. (I mention penis because most women tend to be vastly smarter than posting ass kicking comments on blogs) Now, if your a one percenter, you have no life but blog stalking and attacking people whos LJ's offend you, and you are dead serious about delivering me an ass whooping. Well, come track me down and try. If you survive good for you, Jesus loves you. I strongly recommend that you be sure to leave a note for your mom (and your therapist) though before you attempt to do such a stupid thing. 5) No faith based comments. Because 'god said in the bible, qu'ran, torah, etc..." is not a valid arguement. Keep the religous arguments to the religious blogs i will write from time to time, and make sure your quotes are accurate if you chose to comment. Otherwise, expect some pretty harsh comments... 6) Yes, I know, I am a heartless asshole. I have heard this all before, multiple times. If you are going to post this, don't bother. Your wasting your time. I don't care... infact I rather like being a heartless asshole. It's a compliment. Now that this has been said. Enjoy (or not) reading my blog. Non Timetis Messor Dalkhu (Comment on this)
Wednesday, July 19th, 2006
10:50 am	Do the words of Odin, that were once heeded by my ancestors still speak truth today? http://www.pitt.edu/~dash/havamal.html#men "To his friend a man should bear him as friend, to him and a friend of his; but let him beware that he be not the friend of one who is friend to his foe." About a month ago my friend, instructor, and mentor Randy suggested I read the Havamal, and learn to understand it in its entirety. The Havamal is one of the poems of the Poetic Edda. It sets out a set of guidelines for wise living (and survival) purportedly written by Odin. Randy is a big fan of classical and pre-classical literature and is constantly reading everything he can get his hands on. Well in the last two weeks I have spent much time reading and thinking over the havamal, and alot of what has been said, seems to ring very true for the most part. This 43rd stanza I have always believed, because in my experience it has proved very true in the past. Sure, there are exceptions to this rule in my life, however how much they believe I trust them and how much I actually do is well... varied at best. After reading this stanza, especially this stanza, it has got me thinking and looking at my life and consulting my parents on what they think of what has been written. As a test, I have dropped two people who were consistantly causing me drama. Friends of my foes, and people who play the centrist game and refuse to keep loyalty for any given time because it is just to difficult. So far, I have to admit that I do not miss them. Instead I have spent my time seeking out new people, and filling my now spare time with their company and council as well as revamping tight bonds with my family and friends that I lost touch with when I moved out on this side of the river. I am honestly starting to believe that alot of what has been written (not all of it) rings very true. After all, how can a person trust another 100% if they are amicable to a person who has seriously wronged them, and is by defination a foe? Personally, I cannot. I can be amicable and enjoy a fire or a party with such people provided that they have never done me wrong... however, they are not people who I know I can trust with all of my deepest secrets, or could sleep soundly near. Another passage that struck me as true was this: Let a man never stir on his road a step without his weapons of war; for unsure is the knowing when need shall arise of a spear on the way without. In my experience, every time I have left my house with out my knife I have always needed it for one thing or another. Infact yesterday when I was at class a woman walked up to me and told me about her dog, and how another dog killed it while they were out for a walk. She wished she had a knife on her as no matter how hard she tried she couldn't get the attacking dog off of her dog. Had she have had a blade, as cold as it sounds, she could have cut the dogs throat or dealt it a grevious or fatal injury which would force the mutt to retreat. Infact, when I was 15 turning 16 I was forced to dispatch a German Sheppard using my hunting knife when it came running at me. When it lept into the air, going straight for my neck its gaping maw thirsting for my blood, I raised my empty hand to push its head slightly off to the side, while stepping to the side fully exposing its neck and dropped my 5 inch bladed hunting knife into its neck. Needless to say, my knife, my weapon of war persay saved my life. If I had not have had my knife on me, I could be dead, or in the very least mauled by an obviously agressive animal. Fortunately due to proper planning and a bit of luck and training I left the encounter unscathed. Now, since times have changed, I'm sure that alot of what has been written is not completely applicable in many cases. For example this line: The speech of a maiden should no man trust nor the words which a woman says; for their hearts were shaped on a whirling wheel and falsehood fixed in their breasts. While I have found in 90% to 95% of cases this is true, there is that 5% of women which i find are amazing friends with good council and applying this 'rule' to them would be a complete insult. In regards to them, these words would be an unfair label as they have provided very accurate and meaningful council and proven themselves to me on every occasion. However, perhaps those aforementioned 'maidens' who I call my friends and are people who provide me with meaningful speech, good advice, and a loyality which is equal to the best of my guy friends are exceptions to the general rule. As a result I believe this passage is just a vast generalization which is accurate in general, just not a steadfast rule. There is one thing though about all of my close and trusted female friends, an interesting coincidence is that every single one of them seem to have a much larger ratio of guy-friends to girl-friends. One thing though is for certain, in my dating experience this stanza is completely applicable to every one of my ex-girlfriends. When I accepted their speeches as gospel and trusted their advice I slowly became isolated from my real friends, and in looking back over the course of my life I can see that all of the time that I gave up with my friends ended up to more time spent with those asp-tongued women. As I continue to make my way through the Havamal, the words of Odin, I'm sure that I will come across more passages that will jump out and really speak to me... and come across others I will question. However, for better or worse its a good read, and to the right eyes holds truths that one may not have realized until seeing it in the written word. Time for a nap, big fight tonite and lots of training. I will need my rest. 30-30 Current Mood: exhausted Current Music: Soilwork - Figure number Five (Comment on this)
Monday, July 17th, 2006
4:14 pm	Mistake #1 - Couch ppl should never be considered to be roommates. My friend Matt and I live with 'sloth boy' Now, how this person survives is beyond me. He makes empty promises about paying the phone bill, and convieniently takes off when it has to be paid. Leaving everyone else to foot the bill he slinks back in the house when he thinks the coast is clear. The background, well 'couchy' fucked up his last job by getting pissed up the night before having to go to work... several time and just never showed up... no phone call nothing. Like, fucking up a union job... let alone a trades union job, thats actually pretty tough. My future brother in law tells me how slack the attendance is, and how the union protects him and the level of things he can get away with. Its pretty unbelievable actually... I have never had a job like that... As well my best friend also works in a trades union. His comment to this was "fuck, he has got to be one lazy bastard, and really not show up for work to get fired from that place (as he cited many stories about other employees that one would think would get the average person fired". Now...Perhaps I should stop persuing professional careers and get into a trades union? So now, its 10 days til the rent is due, and i see him today on the computer browsing myspace for under nineteen indie rock girls. Our commentary. Me: "So, dickhead, where the fuck is the phone bill money" Him: "I'm going to make it happen" Me: "Fuck you, thats what you always say. You had a motherfucking GST cheque, and then rather than face up to your responsibilies you blew it drinking... while lying to matt and I again, bitch. Care to explain you fucking leetch." Him: ... uh ... uh ... uh. Me: "So, the rent is due on the 28th before 2pm this month." Him: "Ok... I will make it happen." Me: (note the eye color change at hearing the same repetive line) "Right, I have heard that line before... infact i heard it last fucking week! So, because your obviously a retard, heres the score, I dont care what you do to make this money... suck a dozen cocks on hastings, sell your self to science, or hunker down and get to labour ready and work a week of shitty jobs. But I'm sick of the avoidance bullshit and all the general bullshit. So, if you don't give me the rent money on time, I am going bust your fucking jaw, then kick your ass to the curb. How about that one you lying lazy asshole... is this blunt enough, do you understand this... I'm in enough debt as it is, I don't need any more of this crap. Him: "Oh... I understand." Me: "Good, because I will keep my promise. Your 23 yrs old, for fuck sakes show some back bone. Now get the fuck out of my sight." - He gets up and goes to his room. - I admit, 100% I am an asshole. Especially when I get mad. I'm cocky, lippy, and have a quick temper when I'm sober. And when im stressed, all of that comes out on people who fuck me around. Even at the best of times.. yeah I'm a dick. However in this situation all I want is him to give me the rent and the phone bill in a timely fashion, you wouldnt think that it is that much to ask. And when I asked nice for the phone bill, and even gave him 2 weeks notice, he refused to cough up that measly thirty dollars. Fucking people. Well I have learned my lesson. Infact it runs along the same line as the old saying. "you cant make a hooker a house wife." Well by that token, "you can't make a habitual couch-guy a roommate." Lets see if I can get through the rest of july without having to freak out... And people wonder why I drink so much. Current Mood: aggravated Current Music: Keep of Kalessin (Comment on this)
Sunday, July 16th, 2006
4:23 pm	Watching the palaces burn from the security of my balcony. I often wonder what dreams mean. Last night was intense. I was sleeping in my bed in my dream, when i woke up in the early morning to a buzzing. When I woke up, I was staring directly into the lens of an small unmanned drone-like helicopter that had flown into my window. I spent a few minutes just staring at this thing, as it hovered looking at me. Then in an instant, it turned around and sped off out the window toward the mountains. I jumped out of bed and ran to the balcony... Stood out on my balcony naked, and there was oddly no one everything seemed abandoned. It was dead silent. No music, no cars, not even the sound of wind. Complete silence. The blast cut the silence, the wind knocked me off my feet and blew me back into my house along with shattering my windows. I got up, looked down at myself and oddly I was not cut, although I was laying amongst debris and shards of glass. Then I walked back to the balcony to see that everything was on fire, and a mushroom cloud stood among the tree line. It was as if an ancient god had slammed his fist in front of me to prove that he, not me reigned supreme. I stood there for a long time just watching everything around me burn and turn to ash. The sun seemed to set in an instant.. however the fires burned so bright that the reddish light illuminated everything just fine. Then I casually put on some clothes, my boots, and walked off. Then my eyes opened for real, and I woke up in a cold sweat on a floor this morning... and I can still smell that smell... the smell of burning concrete. I dont know what that dream means, all I know is it seemed a bit too real. 30/30 Current Mood: cold Current Music: into eternity (Comment on this)
Saturday, June 17th, 2006
10:50 am	Jhayne This one will be short... and anyone who knows who im talking about should agree. Jhayne... Is awesome. Even more awesome than chuck norris. It really is that simple. \m/ for jhayne. Anyone who disagrees, should run in the next american presidential election. \m/ Current Mood: cheerful Current Music: Opeth (Comment on this)
Tuesday, June 6th, 2006
10:09 am	Throw the horns up in honor of Lucifer the Lightbringer. http://www.nationaldayofslayer.org/ Today is the national day of evil. Its a day where you should go out, and do something that the christian sheeple majority have a serious problem with. Here is a good list to start with 1) Have public sex with someone your not married to... or just any extra or premartial sex is acceptable 2) Get really fucking drunk 3) Crank up Slayer... or any other hard ass metal band. 4) Throw up the horns (alot) 5) Punch an emo kid in the face 6) Egg or spit on a street preacher. 7) Take a brutal revenge on an enemy. 8) Shoot guns, fight with swords, blow the crap out of an inanimate object. 9) Get a 666 tattoo.. or any tattoo. 10)Wear a blatantly anti religious shirt. 11)Blaspheme all day long. 12)Eat and Drink excessively... all day long. 13)Combine all of the above. Me, im getting pissed drunk, thats for sure. Slayer is already cranked, my cradle of filth shirt is on, and I plan on going out and shoot off my 9mm... I havent seen any street preachers yet... but, i have a feeling that will change. Fuck the Christian religion, Fuck Jesus, Fuck the Pope, and Fuck all of which destroyed the roots of my ancestors with its lies and praise of weak values, all while claiming basic human values as its own. To to the pyre with this middle eastern cult founded on half truths, illusions and trickery. On this day, I throw up the horns in memory of my Norse, and Gaul ancestors. May they feast in the halls of Valhalla, and battle on the plains of Asgard. Happy 666 people. On this day, remember the tribes from who you decend, and forget the lies of Heaven, threats of Hell, and lies told to your forefathers by the same people who kept them ignorant and stupid just to use them as pawns for a secret chess game of power. Fuck, kill, destroy, drink! In the words of slayer... "Praise Heil Satan". \m/ Current Mood: amused Current Music: Slayer (Comment on this)
Friday, June 2nd, 2006
8:55 am	A week to satiate a viking soul. This last week has been pretty intense. It all started last friday... I woke up and my Dagger came from the states, and the weather was good, so I went out with my friend Adam to adventure and look for materials to build our targas (wavy shield). As our usual fight night was cancelled and I was invited out with 2 of my oldest friends for a night of partying, debauchery, and intense music. So, after 7 hours of drinking excessive amounts of gin, beer, vodka, jaeger, etc... we ended up walking around hooting hollering, playing air guitar and wandering around vancouver looking for an elusive cab at 3 in the morning. Saturday, I woke up at 12, headed down to the pub for 2 dollar breakfast, which in true viking style i feasted and drank more beer. After all you cant be hungover when you keep drinking. Adam came over at 2pm, and we began construction of our shields. This consisted of alot of banging, drinking of wine, Opeth, Slayer, and various other loud music blaring as we beat the metal in tune to the music. The entire household assisting in the construction of our project, until we were interuptted in our task. Some 40+ idiot down stairs was annoyed by our banging and came up to try to act macho and start threatining us... which is kind of amusing because he was being followed by his Elderly mom who was scolding him while he was attempting to beat his chest. It almost got bloody, as the dumb ape stepped into my door way and into my personal space... i guess he didnt notice the metal hammer in my hand, and the 3 other pumped guys behind me with Slayers 'Angel of Death' blaring in the Background. So, his mom started whining at him and called him back... as it was obvious she was the brains of the two... and threatened to call the building manager who i know very well. I laughed, said yep, have fun calling about noise at 3pm. Have a great day, insert the finger shooter (which pissed off the ape even more) and slammed the door in their faces. A click of the lock, and I was off, banging again. However, no matter how much we bashed the metal against the concrete... it just wasnt a sufficent anvil. So, Adam and I decided to quest for an anvil... To the railroad tracks. So we packed the important things, tools, beer, and Hammer, oh... and wicked amounts of sarcasm and cynicism... oh... and a wicked air guitar solo. So we made it there in record time, had a beer, and finished the metal flattening. Back home. The other two were gone, and Amanda, an old friend who I havent seen in years calls and decides to come by brining copious amounts of wine. Which I respond to by buying copious amounts of pizza. So pizza, wine, metal, beer... and getting to bed at 3 am. Sunday. The dagger workshop, and Dev's B-day. So I spent the last of my energy learning secondary weapons, feasting on bread, meat, cheese. It was definately a good workshop... although I was so dead that I could barely function... its amazing that I was able to remember most of the techniques. Then the bunch of us hit it a restaurant in downtown to celebrate the birthday of our friend and instructor. A good weekend all in all. Current Mood: awake Current Music: The Haunted (Comment on this)
Friday, May 19th, 2006
3:38 pm	My first entry. And my life is coming full circle from where i was 5 years ago. Persuing a dream, and not giving a fuck. Well, in my 25th year of life I have come to the conclusion that a person can't really stray too much from what they are without living a lie completely. 2006... well its my worst year fiscally since i was a starving student. A year ago, i would be freaking out, looking at myself, stressed. And right now, i just dropped the last of my savings on a long shot. It really feels like old times. Partying, training, photography, interesting people. I worked for 4 years as a clone. I achieved very little... lost 4 years of valuable time at a lame job, and in a bottle when i wasnt working. So... i guess as long as I can train my body and mind, click my shutter and make just enough. In the least, happier than I was working for another American Corporation. Time to see if I can work for myself. What the hell do i really have to lose. Dalkhu 30-30 PS: Im selling my EOS 5 film camera with a 20-35 f2.8 L series Canon lens... send me an offer today. (Comment on this)