Every once in a while some useful knowledge can be gleaned from a
source not noted for such. I think this is worth the time it takes to
read.
"Raised to follow the rules or face the consequences, most humans in
all cultures worldwide do so in adulthood without stepping outside the
bounds. For Islamic cultures, woman adjust to being draped head to toe
when outside the home, the horrific example of rebels stoned and raped
ever on their minds. Stop at the red light or be fined, regardless of
whether cross traffic exists at the time or not. Pay your bills or
lose your possessions and credit rating. Mind the corporate policies
and nod approvingly at the dictates of the boss or lose your job. Go
through the motions with the spouse even though love has long gone, as
this is the only approved sexual outlet and divorce makes one an
outcast, socially. Rules, regulations, confining expectations, so much
a part of life that other than a quiet seething anger adults are not
aware of these invisible ties that bind them to walk in prescribed
ruts.
What happens, then, to create a rebel, one who openly rebels against
the rules and antagonizes those enforcing them? Anger that has boiled
over and cannot be contained, once expressed often puts the rebel into
a mode where he cannot go back, and thus in an almost suicidal plunge,
he moves forward, free at last to express his resentment. For every
rebel that flashes defiance, there are thousands in a quiet revolt, a
personal revolution building and waiting for an opportunity. There is
the building process, then the opportunity where the threshold drops
temporarily, and another rebel is born.
* The Muslim woman, long resentful but feeling her situation
hopeless, finds during warfare and upheaval in her country that she
can dress as a man, take up a weapon, and move about the streets
freely, her bravery part of her disguise - the warfare spilling into
her village the opportunity. Once having stepped out of her bonds, she
plots another course for her life, freed of her invisible bonds. When
the women in the village find themselves trapped in their robes, but
needing to flee, she suggest another mode, the rebel now a leader.
* The dutiful citizen, paying his bills and minding the traffic
signs and wearing the appropriate dress and prating the corporate
agenda at work, is presented with earthquake upheaval that has reduced
his home and workplace to rubble - the earthquake, the trapped and
injured neighbors, the opportunity. Thinking survival, solely, he
breathes more deeply and finds his head clear for the first time in
years, the focus not on the rules but the emergency at hand. Is it
looting to take rope from a store, without paying, to rescue those
trapped under fallen trees? Once having cast the net of expectations
aside, the adult thinks about these matters, and no longer reacts in a
programmed manner.
* The spouse who finds love gone but the ties that bind still in
place deals with the cold shoulder in bed, the hostile comments at the
dinner table, by distractions and sadness, but one day a flat tire on
the road provides a socially acceptable meeting between two lonely
people, and by the time the tire is changed and a cup of coffee in
thanks has passed, the rules about fidelity are being ignored - a
simple flat tire, the opportunity. The life long gone is suddenly a
possibility again, and plans are laid on how to complete the process,
divorce, arrangements, and being bold.
Given the upheaval to come during the increasing earthquakes and
volcanic activity leading up to rotation stoppage, breaking roads and
twisting rails, shattering cities and exploding pipelines, what can be
expected of those living today under the rules they were raised to
abide by, without question? For every individual harboring seething
resentment, anger over senseless and inhumane rules, there will be an
opportunity to step into a different mode of action. The soldier, told
to point his gun at a child and shoot, not only refusing but turning
his gun to protect, not main, the child, rebelling. The housewife,
told by her husband to stay in the house, no longer safe, with the
children, taking the car keys and leaving home and husband for good,
rebelling. Police and firefighters, told by officials to let the
buildings burn and to blockade escape from the city as their presence
in a Martial Law directive is required blocking roads so looters
cannot move to more affluent areas, turning a deaf ear to the orders
and doing what their hearts tell them is the right thing to do, rebels
all. Thus, in those counties where it seems freedom is dying,
democracy stolen, dictatorship on the rise, take comfort. Help is on
the way, the Earth changes will allow an opportunity for all to live
lives more real, more caring, than was imagined".
[The last few lines are bull *****. Help is NOT on the way. No one in
a shiny space ship or a white cloud is going to help. We are on our
own and have always been, earth changes or no]
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| User: "R. Foreman" |
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| Title: Re: Programming |
13 Nov 2004 02:10:58 AM |
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(jha_amin) Spat the Words
Every once in a while some useful knowledge can be gleaned from a
source not noted for such. I think this is worth the time it takes to
read.
"Raised to follow the rules or face the consequences, most humans in
all cultures worldwide do so in adulthood without stepping outside the
bounds. For Islamic cultures, woman adjust to being draped head to toe
when outside the home, the horrific example of rebels stoned and raped
ever on their minds. Stop at the red light or be fined, regardless of
whether cross traffic exists at the time or not. Pay your bills or
lose your possessions and credit rating. Mind the corporate policies
and nod approvingly at the dictates of the boss or lose your job. Go
through the motions with the spouse even though love has long gone, as
this is the only approved sexual outlet and divorce makes one an
outcast, socially. Rules, regulations, confining expectations, so much
a part of life that other than a quiet seething anger adults are not
aware of these invisible ties that bind them to walk in prescribed
ruts.
What happens, then, to create a rebel, one who openly rebels against
the rules and antagonizes those enforcing them? Anger that has boiled
over and cannot be contained, once expressed often puts the rebel into
a mode where he cannot go back, and thus in an almost suicidal plunge,
he moves forward, free at last to express his resentment. For every
rebel that flashes defiance, there are thousands in a quiet revolt, a
personal revolution building and waiting for an opportunity. There is
the building process, then the opportunity where the threshold drops
temporarily, and another rebel is born.
* The Muslim woman, long resentful but feeling her situation
hopeless, finds during warfare and upheaval in her country that she
can dress as a man, take up a weapon, and move about the streets
freely, her bravery part of her disguise - the warfare spilling into
her village the opportunity. Once having stepped out of her bonds, she
plots another course for her life, freed of her invisible bonds. When
the women in the village find themselves trapped in their robes, but
needing to flee, she suggest another mode, the rebel now a leader.
* The dutiful citizen, paying his bills and minding the traffic
signs and wearing the appropriate dress and prating the corporate
agenda at work, is presented with earthquake upheaval that has reduced
his home and workplace to rubble - the earthquake, the trapped and
injured neighbors, the opportunity. Thinking survival, solely, he
breathes more deeply and finds his head clear for the first time in
years, the focus not on the rules but the emergency at hand. Is it
looting to take rope from a store, without paying, to rescue those
trapped under fallen trees? Once having cast the net of expectations
aside, the adult thinks about these matters, and no longer reacts in a
programmed manner.
* The spouse who finds love gone but the ties that bind still in
place deals with the cold shoulder in bed, the hostile comments at the
dinner table, by distractions and sadness, but one day a flat tire on
the road provides a socially acceptable meeting between two lonely
people, and by the time the tire is changed and a cup of coffee in
thanks has passed, the rules about fidelity are being ignored - a
simple flat tire, the opportunity. The life long gone is suddenly a
possibility again, and plans are laid on how to complete the process,
divorce, arrangements, and being bold.
Given the upheaval to come during the increasing earthquakes and
volcanic activity leading up to rotation stoppage, breaking roads and
twisting rails, shattering cities and exploding pipelines, what can be
expected of those living today under the rules they were raised to
abide by, without question? For every individual harboring seething
resentment, anger over senseless and inhumane rules, there will be an
opportunity to step into a different mode of action. The soldier, told
to point his gun at a child and shoot, not only refusing but turning
his gun to protect, not main, the child, rebelling. The housewife,
told by her husband to stay in the house, no longer safe, with the
children, taking the car keys and leaving home and husband for good,
rebelling. Police and firefighters, told by officials to let the
buildings burn and to blockade escape from the city as their presence
in a Martial Law directive is required blocking roads so looters
cannot move to more affluent areas, turning a deaf ear to the orders
and doing what their hearts tell them is the right thing to do, rebels
all. Thus, in those counties where it seems freedom is dying,
democracy stolen, dictatorship on the rise, take comfort. Help is on
the way, the Earth changes will allow an opportunity for all to live
lives more real, more caring, than was imagined".
[The last few lines are bull *****. Help is NOT on the way. No one in
a shiny space ship or a white cloud is going to help. We are on our
own and have always been, earth changes or no]
Perhaps the space ship and white cloud are a metaphor for
a Higher Being.
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| User: "jha_amin" |
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| Title: Re: Programming |
13 Nov 2004 10:47:35 PM |
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"R. Foreman" <eidpers@anti-spam.comcast.net> wrote in message news:<Xns95A0C086DFD7rrfkwrantispamattbic@204.127.199.17>...
jha_amin@yahoo.com (jha_amin) Spat the Words
[The last few lines are bull *****. Help is NOT on the way. No one in
a shiny space ship or a white cloud is going to help. We are on our
own and have always been, earth changes or no]
Perhaps the space ship and white cloud are a metaphor for
a Higher Being.
Yes, that is correct. The point is that there are many higher beings
but there is NO higher being that can take responsibility for our
actions.
This is a fairy tale forced upon most children at an early age.
A simple well intentioned lie that misleads us for the rest of our
lives.
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| User: "Tadapope" |
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| Title: Re: Programming |
14 Nov 2004 12:17:05 PM |
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Give me C++ or give me MSBasic.
Tangents are infinite in all of nature in
all universes constantly and at random.
Oh Joy!
Tom
The Psychedelic Pope
Patron Saint of the Internet
http://www.apple2.org.za/gswv/me/
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| User: "Woodswun" |
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| Title: Re: Programming |
14 Nov 2004 12:22:58 PM |
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In article <20041114131705.12459.00000665@mb-m28.aol.com>, (Tadapope) wrote:
Give me C++ or give me MSBasic.
MSBasic?!? You're mad - mad, I say!!!
:-)
Woods
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| User: "Tadapope" |
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| Title: Re: Programming |
14 Nov 2004 11:55:13 PM |
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Subject: Re: Programming
From: (Woodswun)
Date: 11/14/2004 10:22 AM Pacific Standard Time
Message-id: <6oNld.5988$Mg.1705@twister.nyroc.rr.com>
In article <20041114131705.12459.00000665@mb-m28.aol.com>,
(Tadapope) wrote:
Give me C++ or give me MSBasic.
MSBasic?!? You're mad - mad, I say!!!
:-)
Woods
Ding ding - we have a WINNER - give the man a cigar!
Tangents are infinite in all of nature in
all universes constantly and at random.
Oh Joy!
Tom
The Psychedelic Pope
Patron Saint of the Internet
http://www.apple2.org.za/gswv/me/
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| User: "Tadapope" |
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| Title: Re: Programming |
13 Nov 2004 11:32:59 AM |
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Most all of the UFOs hide in clouds.
Tangents are infinite in all of nature in
all universes constantly and at random.
Oh Joy!
Tom
The Psychedelic Pope
Patron Saint of the Internet
http://www.apple2.org.za/gswv/me/
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