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Robinesque Ruminations

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posted on Apr, 17 2011 @ 09:37 AM
Here's a perfect example of why I find it hard to write on this thread.

On this thread...

I lashed out and called everyone stupid. I blamed you. All of us.

Here I was hoping to build something. Considering I'm at war, I am not in a constructive frame of mind.

I'm into deconstruction. I'm into tearing down walls and destroying the foundations.

Just be thankful, I'm sparring this thread the bloody mess.

posted on Apr, 17 2011 @ 11:00 AM
Just in case you think I've become completely unglued from the example on the police thread, I am secretly focusing on gentle humour and innocent curiousity.

I started to watch Japanese television when they had the big quakes and I haven't stopped. I found their english service and now regularly check in when I'm sick of the western press.

I just watched a program that lifted my spirits. It was very funny. It was on a program called Cool Japan. It's a program that is obviously geared toward the youth and new trends. Today for some reason they were looking backward so to speak. They were wondering why Ikebana wasn't widely practised in the country anymore.

I love to giggle. Here's a wiki page on Ikebana.

posted on May, 2 2011 @ 05:55 PM
Here's why I think the whole Osama hit stinks.

They shot him in the face. He's 6 foot 5. I was in the military and trained to shoot. You aim for center mass.
Did he duck? It's claimed he used his wife as a shield. Maybe he was ducking behind her? Hard to identify someone when they have no face. Then the dump the body in the ocean. We're left with DNA. They claim it's 99.9% conclusive. I have my doubts.

Motive. Today there is only one topic to discuss. The story that gets bumped from the headlines is the attempted assassination on Muammar Gaddafi. An assassination of a world leader was going to be contraversial enough, but to fail and hit his son instead turns it into an embarrasment.

They had to go all in and throw down the Osama card.
Here's the story they had to sqaush.

posted on Jun, 18 2011 @ 04:35 PM
I thought about jumping again.
Luckily, I was only on a curb.

I'm kinda hoping everyone is gone.
And that I'm the only one here.
But I know at least one other person will be visiting this place.
So I know I'll never really be left alone.

Is that what I want?
Yes and no.

I want to communicate.
But not really.
I want to dominate.

It's all war.

I now know why my obsession with war started in that library way back when I was seven.
Because it's all war.

War is struggle.
Existence is a perpetual struggle.
Conflict as there is constant change.

My problem is that I'm always looking for that definative answer.
An answer no more permanent than quick silver.

The conflict is internal. External. And is infinate.

My life's ambition has been to define was is right and true.
But the moment I see the light, I then get flipped onto the other side of the mirror.
And I'm forced to see the opposite reality.

All my life I've been trying to understand my purpose.
At this point, at this point,,,,

I'm just glad I found a cure for my althele's foot.
My rebellious nature has rejected the medical establishment.
I tried every cream the doctors gave me over the years. Nothing worked.
I was going to go back to the doctor and try again.
But then I remembered there's a big library on the computer. And since I'm always telling everyone to go natural, I'd figure I should practise what I preach, and find a natural cure online.

Well, I found something that works. It aint the creams.
It's apple cider vinegar.

My feet are no longer on fire.
An apple a day keeps the doctor away.
And writing keeps me sane.

The other day I watched a large queen ant land awkwardly.
I thought, what a clumbsy creature.
I glanced away to find something else to look at. I had already watch enough ants earlier in the day. I was letting several crawl on my hand just for fun.
But out of the corner of my eye, just before I lost track of the insect, I swear I just saw the ant rip off its own wing. Yup. I had look closer and saw a wing beside the struggling giant bug. Then another wing was tossed aside. Then the last two were torn from her body.

As soon as the ant was free of her wings, she confindently started searching for a place to go.

Sometimes to be free and to get where you're going, you have to cut away what brought you to where you are.

It's always a struggle.
For all things.

posted on Jun, 18 2011 @ 05:25 PM
life is a struggle and we all are trying to figure out our purpose here.
Maybe we are just here because we are.
The way I go through life is I'm here,deal with me or not,doesn't matter to me.
Don't sweat the small stuff cause it's just a waste of energy.
If there is something you can do about what is not right in the world,do it.
If not,let it be.
Enjoy your life as it is,cause we ain't here forever.

posted on Jun, 18 2011 @ 06:49 PM
reply to post by kdog1982

Here's a treat for ya.

I figured you might like bluegrass.

Now here's the same song.
Turn it up real loud.

posted on Jun, 19 2011 @ 12:04 AM
reply to post by Robin Marks

Bluegrass :-) :-( My dad played a mean fiddle rest his soul along with his best friend rest his soul -- lost both of them 2 years ago within months. Grew up with live bluegrass it was awesome. Can't wait to get to the office Monday to here which tune you picked! I always have had a liking to Dueling Bangos.

posted on Jun, 27 2011 @ 02:08 PM

I should have known. I think I suspected it. I bet we're related way back. I mentioned to a person the other day, that my great-great-great grandfather was from Fogo Island, Newfoundland. But actually, he was born in Wales.

posted on Jul, 6 2011 @ 01:01 PM
I've had an idea floating around in my head for quite awhile now. There's nobody on the planet that wants to solve the energy problem more than myself. When you consider the math of the problem, on many levels, it is a very easy solution, and there should not be a crisis.

One solution is sidewalks that produce electricity. One day I thought about how many legs there were in the world walking around. Exerting all that downward force. We should have energy producing sidewalks. It seem obvious when I thought about a busy New York street. I've had a few brilliant thoughts in my time. I've had a full blown epiphany. Where I was walking and talking to myself and care not what others thought of my conversation. Me, myself, and I, were the only ones who could grasp the scope of my deductions.

But this idea seemed too obvious not to have been thought of before. I even thought about trying to spread my idea. But then I realized the politics and the logisitics, so, since I've been on too many fool's journeys, I let it be.
Today, the thought was bugging me again. I was wondering, what the hell is wrong with us? It's too easy.

The solutions have nothing to due with math or physics. Sure, there's some design issues and experiments needed. But we're way behind Disney's version of ourselves. I thought, someone, somewhere has to have had the idea and there must be a plan. So, I looked it up on our big internet library. (support your local libraries, they still need your patronage, I just paid a 17.00 fine) It appears that not only has someone draw up some plans, they're actually testing the idea.

Sometimes you need to find answers to your questions that are affirming. I've recently been finding too many answers I didn't want to hear about. The trend was depressing. Although this is a gimmick now, it's happening. The ideas are there and they will keep breaking through the surface. I am an cynic, but this makes me face the fact that we are indeed an adaptive, creative society. When we want to be. And when we're being corrupted.

The internet was just an idea that had a lot of bugs in the begining. And there's still loads of problems. But it's always improving, always expanding. Because of the freedom of ideas to find their way into the broad public forum. Then the innovators take the ideas and make them accessable to the whole world. We need to place the same emphasis on our energy problems.

So, world, you've heard me groan and call our collective bunch morons. And worse. But I don't forget the good. It's just I want less bad, and more good.

If the news is bad, don't blame this reporter.
I'll report the good- it's just so damn hard to find...,

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posted on Jul, 8 2011 @ 08:04 AM

I knew it. My hypothesis is being supported by research. China's pollution did slowed the rise in global temperatures. Dirty pollution blocks sunlight. "Clean pollution" traps sunlight. Of course there were two other factors contributing to the slowing of the warming. The solar sunspot cycle. And the massive melting of the ice caps which caused strong La Nina's over the past few years.

These things will change. China is being forced to clean up it's act. By it's own people. And the government is already changing from coal to new energy sources. It won't take them long. They went from farmers riding bicycles to a fully modern society in just a few decades. They are now the world's biggest manufacturing country.

If you are wondering about the wet weather that's been plaquing North America, not counting Texas and other southern states in drought, the increased precipitation is being caused by the dirty Chinese air. The fine particles are what water vapours attach themselves to produce the massive downpours.

The other day we had a storm that rolled through my town. We live beyond tornado alley. But we had a tornadic supercell hit our region. Luckily, we live on a old mountain range so the storms find it hard to get organized. If the storm had reached fully intensity earlier in the day, when it was near Winnipeg, Manitoba, there flat lands would have enable the storm to produce tornadoes.

Here's my shots of the storm.
Sometimes I think I would have made a good storm chaser.
I love storms and lightning. Check out my lightning shot. You can see it runs right through my neighbourhood, through our backyards. The sky was green.

posted on Jul, 9 2011 @ 06:47 PM
The only way to understand me, is to watch the following. All of it. Every video. From start to finish.
Express. No stops.
My name is robin.

This is how my mind works...


Watch the very end of the following and see if you can spot the fail.

I love the following one... if you've made it this far...

You don't have the watch the last ones. That is, if you aren't masochistic.

Even when rushing to a crisis, always be polite.

posted on Jul, 11 2011 @ 08:36 AM

posted on Jul, 13 2011 @ 08:34 AM

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posted on Jul, 13 2011 @ 06:57 PM
reply to post by Robin Marks

My son and I loved the redneck skeet shoot!
Glad you still have a good sense of humor.

BTW,I have several venues for you to express your rage against fracking on facebook
if you are interested.
Myself and a few hundred friends seem to be getting notice about our
issues with nuclear energy.

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posted on Jul, 19 2011 @ 08:51 AM
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I had to cancel my facebook account. Long, long story.

posted on Jul, 20 2011 @ 10:43 AM
I woke up into absolute darkeness. It had to be very early in the morning, so I was very glad to be able to get an early start to the day. But this was the blackest of awakenings. Even as I bounced from my bed- I jump out of bed to stay ahead of the nightmares, no light had entered my eyes.

What's going on?

I was several steps into the hallway and I was groping with my hands to find the walls. Wow. Was this ever dark I thought. Then it hit me. Not the fan I had placed on the hallway floor. No. What hit was the realization that I had blacked-out all the windows. With tinfoil. I was roaming around in the dark because I had made my small apartment, a fortress against the sun and heat.

The clock on the stove told me my sense of time had been wildly wrong. It was mid morning. And there was light outside. Not much. A desperately needed rain was on the way. And cooler temperatures. Heaven. The heatwave was breaking.

It took six years for this heatwave to catch me. The last time I was the heat's victim was just before I ranaway from my hometown and lept 2000 km into the northwest wilderness. Five years of bliss. Only a hint of the heat that I so loathed. But here it was last week. It had pushed it's way north into my santuary.

I jumped off the train into the unknown. I thought I had found a cold place far from anything. I expected my first winter to be a test of my endurance. I was expecting frosts and air so cold it hurt your lungs. I found something slightly colder, and longer lasting, than the winters I used to remember as a kid when I lived in Niagara. I didn't find bonechilling temps of -40c. I found a long, mildy cold, mildy snowy, peaceful oasis of paradise in the middle of nowhere. The weather here is so mild, I get excited with any bit of new activity. Oh, wow, a storm may hit the area. Then, the old worn mountaintops act as breakers on the beach and stop the beautiful waves of precipitation and blow them away somewhere else.

Ah, the breeze and distant thunder are so nice after that damn spell. Whenever now in a heatwave, it seems like a war. Like my imaginings of what a nuclear would be like when I was a kid. I grew up under the shadow of that cold war. I always thought someone would start something and there would be a need to survive. I hate the heat. I feel as if when I open my door I'm opening it to a world that's been sorched barren by the sun. The air. The haze. It just makes me realized we're burning up our earth and we're creating a steam cooker. I don't want that. I want a spring. An autumn.

I try to walk. It's supposed to be good for ya. In the heat, after I had given up trying to work in the stuff, I was walking past a van that was idling in a driveway. I was hoping the driver wouldn't back up and run me over. When I rushed by, where the driveway sand down to mee the road, I felt the tremendous blast of heat from his exhaust. It enelvoped my body and I felt like I was standing near a blast furnace.

I thought, this is but one vehicle, adding just his small fire to the mix. How could that make it any hotter?
Screw that Robin! It did make it hotter. And, there's millions and millions of them all blasting out the same thing. Everywhere. All the time. Burning down forests to plant beans. What the #?

It's too hot. And we're making it hotter. Hotter and hotter and hotter. Hot as Hades.

I suppose it a few years, I'll have to move even further north.

Prime real estate along Hudson Bay. If I want to be rich, I'll start buying up the land because they'll be lots of beach resorts with tourists want to enjoy it's sunny warm beaches.

The polar bears. We'll build some giant ice hockey arenas. Our religion is hockey in Canada. So, we'll still have our rinks. They can serve a dual purpose and provide homes for our displaced polar animals.

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posted on Jul, 25 2011 @ 03:32 PM
I'm about as depressed as I can get. And I have to switch gears in a couple days because I cannot let that get in the way of a planned visit with my eldest son. I've always tried to not let my problems become his problems.

Here's to prove I can pull myself from the darkest depths. I found a news article that made me laugh...

posted on Jul, 25 2011 @ 03:57 PM
reply to post by Robin Marks

Hang in there, Robin. Sometimes we get through day by day. Then there are days we get through moment by moment. Just hang in there.

posted on Aug, 10 2011 @ 03:43 PM
When I switch gears- I feel as if I'm not ruled by gravity any more- I float around like a super magnet above copper.

While I resist my descent, for that brief moment, I can look around and see the whole thing as if it were in slow motion. You see the whole panorama.

If you can't see the connection between the London Riots and the market turmoil, you are missing the bigger picture.

You may remember a few months ago I told you that the market would crash. It was very predictable. In fact, if you understand macro-economics and the terminology, the writing was on the wall for all to see. Thier language is the code. If you understand the language, policy becomes simple and crystal clear.

Once again it all comes down to oil. Oil is priced in US dollars. China wanted to use the Euro and currencies, along with gold to price oil. The American's can't have this. They are undermining the Euro to provide a deterrent any country wanting to place their reserves in this "basket" approach. But you may think wait, China and India have driven up the price of gold and it's obvious people are "preferring" the commodity. Yes, but that is short term thinking. Gold is now fast approaching a bubble situation. Yes, over the last many decades the metal has been undersold and undervalued. Now it's stupid. The bubble will burst. This will also lead to a reluctance to put money into gold.

What does that leave? The Greenback.
So, why would S&P sabotage the US's perfect credit rating?
Because they needed a catalyst. Europe had relatiated by propping up Italy and Spain. The Americans are attacking Europe by shorting the European Bond Market.

I guess you can call the downgrade and artifical subverise action which would be like knocking down the first domino. The ultimate goal of the Rube Golberg machine is to knock down the European Banks to preserve the US Dollar as the world's reserve currency.

I don't enjoy studying economics. But since I am a critic of the US's brand of captialism (cough- fascism), I need to know how it operates if I am to provide an agrument for why it's a destructive force that needs to be thwarted.

Pirates. Privateers.

You can profit from bad behaviour and use your resources to change this behaviour and save the world. I know it stinks. But you must fight fire with fire.

You can profit from this ugly scene of globalization. In the short term, understand the manipulation and you will be in the right place to make gains. Then, reinvest in the future so that there is capital for the new innovations.

So, buy BP, then take profits and put it into the new green economy. The change will happen. China is already starting to change.

Buy mining shares in rare earth metals. Then invest in recylcing business who recover these minerals in an enviromentally sound way. Take a negative and turn it into a positive. It's the only game in town. It's not like you can drop off the grid and live completely independant. Just won't happen. Start small. Learn to save.

One last thing. Although this crash may seem to be the correction that was overdue, it's not, I think the real stuff will hit the giant fan in September. That's when the banks catch on fire again.

There may also be a food crisis in the near future. Think about ways of becoming more food independant.

English riots. Probably due to football. No. Soccer. Whatever.
Blame the parents. They've been talking crap about the government for so long, why wouldn't it influence the kids. The kids are alright. Blame Socrates. He corrupted those greek youths.

The riots are systemic. They are as a result of a clash between politics and class. I'll give you a hint.

Recently, in what city was there a riot when their sport's team lost ?

Was the riot due to politics and culture?
Yes, yes it was. In Canada hockey is a religion. It's integral to our culture.
Did it have anything to do with class?
Yes, yes. Vancouver has great voids between the poor and rich.

Or am I just making excuses for bad behaviour.
Trying to justify ugly angry outbursts of violence.
Damn straight. I would much rather have a riot in Vancouver or riots in London.
Because these are relatively minor and the violence juvenile.

When corporations go to war, tens of thousands of people die and entire countries are bombed into the stone age.

How can you compare the two?
You can't.

The poor riot while the rich wage wars.
The poor speak out. Even though the rich can hear, they do not listen.
They say, "Let them eat cake!"

Let them eat Twinkies...

The stock market is supposed to have an invisible hand that guides and corrects itself periodically.
Society definately has this mechanisms, it's called social unrest/riots.

When our rich leaders are really obtuse and arrogant, it's called revolution.

I hoped Cameron had a nice time in Tuscony.

posted on Aug, 10 2011 @ 03:53 PM
I love it.
I was watching Bloomberg News and they were reporting on the link between market sell-offs and heart attacks.


They've even got a chart for it that was overlaid onto the volitility index.
I'm definately not stressed when the market falls. I'm amused and entertain by the pretty talking heads that string together one cliche after another.

At least this means they'll be talking to Marc Faber more often now. Yesterday, they had him on via skype.
He's so funny.

Main focus of the talking heads, European Banks.

I may be wrong about September concerning the banks. The economic war has had a flashpoint and this probably precipitated the move earlier than expected.

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