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Evangelizing Porn Stars (Part Five) :
Come join me in the Garden of Eden and watch the Dancing Angels


If I cannot make a connection with porn stars, then who the hell could I make a connection with on the face of this planet? You know, for thirty years I have carried around within me the most painful of secrets, and it has been a grueling ordeal. I want it to end. What do I have to do?

I am not like other people, and for that reason I have to struggle to understand what is going on around me. I told the story of how I spent many weeks locked in a struggle over how to react to Sean Lockhart. Was he a smooth Hollywood hustler about to slip my head into a noose? I have a position in the world and I could not bear the thought of sticking my neck out only to get it lopped off.

I would imagine that you people must be worried about me as well, and you are facing the same problem I faced. How do you get to know someone when there is the distance that is the internet which separates us. Perhaps I might be a smooth cult leader, and we will all end up purchasing sneakers, and suffocating inside plastic bags outside Heaven’s Gate. Yes, I would imagine that you do have a problem, just as I had a problem.

However, I am not so very far away, and if you wish you can join me in the Garden of Eden and watch the Dancing Angels. The Dancing Angels are my friends. They joined me in Banff, and they have been with me for thirty years.

I am driven and I can never stop. My great dream is to look into the eyes of another human being on the face of this godforsaken planet and see the light and no longer be forced to endure what is to me the odious fucking offense of seeing darkness, when I know that, if only there was some way to do this almost impossible job of mine, I could be seeing light and life in those eyes. HOT DAMN is that painful to endure, and for thirty fucking years you people have done nothing but hurt me, and they just go on hurting me, no matter how often I try to help those brutalized insensitive buggers. But is it me they are hurting? Is it not themselves to their own harm. Perhaps it is their problem that there is just no one home to answer the door, and that isn’t saying much for their fucking civilization or for their thousands of years of fucking, fucking religion.

How I wish I could bring just one person up out of that darkness and into the radiant light. If you will not let me do it, then what will I do? If you will not let me do this, then where, oh where, were you planning to go? If the Garden of Eden isn’t the place for you people then where the fuck were you planning to go? I can’t figure it out. Surely to God someone is home at your place. You are porn stars. Many of you have a belief system that involves pleasure and pleasing another human being, which is very human, which implies feeling, which implies that someone must be home in that fucking place so that there would be someone there to answer the door when someone comes knocking.

Don’t you slam the door in my face. Don’t do this to yourself. Why would you even consider doing something so fucking cruel to yourself. Are you incapable of being good to yourself? What is the matter with your fucking heads, you people. What the fuck are you thinking? You enjoy darkness, do you? Are you in love with your own melancholy? Just can’t let it go. Do you enjoy death, and thoughts of death and decay and corruption and rottenness?

No, of course you do not, and that is why some of you are porn stars. You know, I always knew that Sean Lockhart was a porn star for a reason, for I knew that Sean had a belief system which motivated his behavior, but I would be damned if I could decipher what it might be. I think I know a little more about it now that I have met ‘Fox Ryder’. Now Fox was a pie in the face. Sean was taking a pie and then slamming that pie into the face of the world. This is how I interpreted things. Now don’t get me wrong, I have nothing against the pie in the face routine, indeed lately all I do is bake pies. I tried to be nice in the past, but that didn’t work on those brutally desensitized buggers, and so now they will be getting pie in the face from me. They will also be getting pie in the face from Sean Lockhart, and I would imagine that a few other porn stars out there specialize in baking and then throwing pies.

I now realize that Sean throws pies for a different reason than I throw pies. Sean’s pie says that life is short, you fucking morons. What the fuck are you doing. Live, now, while you can, and don’t hold back. Live intensely, live fully, and plunge into life. This drive to live intensely is also what drives Sean to attempt to expel that unwanted roommate of his, Brent, because Brent is awkward and inhibited, and Sean, with his ideology of living to the full cannot tolerate having Brent around ruining every precious second that should be lived to the very fullest. Sean has a nice ass, and he knows that people like it, and according to Sean, who is generous and giving, when you are nice, for that brief part of your life that you are nice, you should be generous and giving and let the people who long to see your lovely bum see your lovely bum. Sean shows them his bum not because he is some arrogant prick but rather because he is generous and he knows that he will not always have a lovely bum to show, and so while the rose is in bloom and before the leaves wither and the petals drop, he is breaking those idiotic taboos that enslave and destroy human lives, and whoever doesn’t like it will get a pie in the fucking face for good measure. He would like to throw more of those pies of his to make the very same point over and over again, because he is a principled individual with a belief system and a strong moral core. ‘Bah, bah black sheep, have you any wool. Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full. One for my master, and one for my dame, and one for the little boy who lives down the lane.’

What do I have to do to get through to you people? You know, I have my orders, and that banquet hall is going to be full, for there is no way that we are going to have a banquet with an empty hall, and you people are going to be there even if I have to find some way to drag you into the place by the scruff of your necks. You see, you would have to be out of your fucking mind not to come of your own volition, and for that reason I would have to think of some way to keep you in a straight jacket just long enough to drag you off. Where the fuck else were you planning to go? You have so many fucking opportunities to go somewhere else other than the Garden of Eden, is that it. You are considering your fucking options then are you? Going to some naked sexual paradise offends you in some way, is that the fucking reason?

You people can think about things. Talk to your friends. Gossip about this. Use your fucking heads. For the time being I am going to go off and do some more blogging in the hopes of getting God really supremely pissed off at this place, for you see, a pie in the face from me isn’t the only fucking thing those stubbornly unrepentant insensitive ruined pricks have to worry about since I am not the only way baking pies around this place.


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A Unified Field Theory

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The Unified Field Theory
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Introduction :The Pioneer Effect and the New Physics. A brief description of the new physics required to explain the 'Pioneer Effect', which is the constant deceleration of space craft as they fly through space.







Principles of Evolution: A Study in the Evolution of Bedbugs


A couple of years ago my bedroom was invaded by bedbugs. There were two variant genetic lines. One type of bedbug was an enlongated, thin, tubular insect, and the second genetic line was a flat, perfectly circular insect. The result of the cross breeding of these two genetically distinct variants was the production of a bedbug with charcteristics of both, an enlongated, flat bedbug with a central bulge (such that the shape of the bedbug was somewhere between 'long' and 'circular'). The long skinny bedbugs were such strange and unfamiliar looking insects that at first I did not recognize them as being bedbugs, and considered them to be a seperate species of insect. However, as the photographs of bedbugs above indicate, enlongated and skinny bedbugs are not uncommon, and the photographs also show the variants that are produced by genetic combinations that result in an insect somewhere in between 'circular' and 'enlongated'.

Therefore it is my hypothesis that evolution occurs by means of the transfer of dominate genes, with the production of such dominant genes being the product of 'biological algorithms', a genetic software program that brings physical characteristics into harmony with behavior, such that when behavior changes, and a conflict then exists, this acts as a trigger and causes the release of dominant genes. The result is rapid evolution of species. The bedbug is a relatively new insect, not the product of millions of years of evolution but rather an insect that is evolving in real time. The newly emerging dominant form of the insect is the flat, round ciruclar insect, well adapted to living in human bedrooms (it is flat, rather than tubular, thus allowing it to hide in the smallest cracks, living a stealthy lifestyle, and it is round, which gives the insect a maximum storage capacity such that it must endanger itself only a few times a month by emerging to feed.

Other examples of rapid evolution include the development of long legs in an invasive species of toad in Australia. As the toads move into the mountainous regions of Australia, and their behvaior changes, making them 'climbing toads', over the course of just a couple of decades the toads in the highlands have grown long legs specially adapted to climbing. It is worth noting here that the toads are poisonous, and are a successful invasive species because they have no natural predators in Australia, and so it would not be the case that the toads with long legs were 'the fittest survivors', because all the toads are survivors, and therefore predation does not explain the rapid emergence and spread of such well adapted, long legged toads. Once again we see evidence for the existence of biological algorithms and the rapid spread of dominant genes through a population, which once introduced proceed to overwhelm the older genes which are being replaced (making toad long legged and a bed bug round and flat).


A Theological Experiment

My interest in pursuing the Unified Field Theory is spurred on by my need to discover the theoretical explanation of a new form of propulsion (as explained on this page: Why the Unified Field Theory?). The experiment involving the bedbugs came out of nowhere.

I also believe that it is possible to justify theological propositions using experimental methods. If a thing is an objective truth then it can be verified and proven true by means of experimentation. Such a theological proposition is of more value than a ‘divine revelation’, since such revelations depend upon nothing more than establishing authority figures which requires the creation of artificial hierarchies, for the only reason why I might be encouraged to believe an authority figure who orders me to believe unsubstantiated opinions is if I could somehow be convinced that this authority possessed a mind that was somehow superior to mine, and thus was fit to express opinions as though opinions were unquestionable facts and thus worthy of being elevated to the status of absolute dogma.

There is a self evident human inequality which is visibly apparent. Some people are ‘beautiful’ and thus are the true elite on this planet, and some people are not. It is this sexual inequality and the degeneration that follows upon beauty that is the true driving force behind all the evil that happens on earth. The need for ruthless oppression and the pursuit of wealth and the consequent creation of suffering and poverty which must follow upon this practice is for the purpose of creating an artificial alpha elite.

The true elites are the young and the beautiful. The artificial elite are the rich and the wealthy. The elite aging rich artificial alpha male has no good looks, for he is physically degenerate, but he will be found escorting beauty because he has a beautiful wallet. If he loses his wallet he will be found at home with all the other unattractive aged beta males sitting in a rocking chair watching reruns of Bonanza. No money, no sex. It is for this reason that the alpha males are found to be so ruthless and so violent in pursuit of their goal. The alpha male has fallen. The beta male has arisen and now the whole planet is full of ruinous destruction for it.

We see in religion a confused and contradictory reaction to this reality. On the one hand religion preaches a sexless heaven where castration and the clitorectomy create ‘pure spirits’. Muslims throw women under sacks. On the other hand religion supports hierarchy and is the prop of the elite alpha male. It is for this reason that religion is incoherent when it comes to speaking about sex.

Now we see this same principle at work in all of nature. Guppies dance and show off their colorful tails and the guppy who dances with the most colorful tail is the sexually successful guppy. Therefore it is the doctrine of the ruthless oppressor which teaches that the solution to human sexual violence is to be found in castration and the creation of pure ghosts. This would be equivalent to damning an aardvark for having the ‘sinful aardvark nature’ or prosecuting an anteater for the high crime of ‘ant genocide’.

Therefore it was my theological hypothesis that the correct solution to this problem is to give every guppy a beautiful colorful tail. I compare this solution to the classic religious solution which is to cut off every tail since having a tail is ‘sinful’. If having a tail is sinful then God must be sinful for no human being has any choice in deciding whether or not they would be born with a colorful tail, or whether they would not.

When I was young I was a beautiful guppy with a lovely tail. So everyone seemed to think. I am older now. My nose became very badly sunburned and destroyed. It seemed good to me to test my hypothesis by using these ‘biological algorithms’ to correct this problem. I healed half my nose as you can see by the line separating the still very dark patch on the side in the photograph below.





I documented my experiment on these pages. one two t hree four fi ve six


I have confirmed to my own satisfaction that my theological proposition is correct and that religious dogma is erroneous, being based as it was upon nothing more than ‘divine revelation’ which is just a form of opinionated speculation. For the time being I am not continuing this experiment, for I must wait until the weather on this planet improves, and the dark clouds of ruthless oppression break letting a little sun shine come through so that I can show the world the truth about God, by showing people how God goes about giving an old guppy back his beautiful colorful tail.


Until then I will have to sit on the sidelines, while all my scientific breakthroughs are deliberately ignored, while I wonder to myself what ever in the world could be wrong with the human race, because what this all will prove at the end of it all is that there definitely was something wrong with the people on this planet.