Spamrider of the Apocalypse

I’ve been concerning myself with the concept of business lately, and here is what I’ve concluded.

At its most fundamental level business is no more than the following:  The stuff people do to get the things they want.

Notice I didn’t say to get the things they need.

That’s not business, that’s survival.

Business is how we get the stuff we only think we need.

In America, we’ve taken the idea of business to whole new level.  It’s what powers our nation.

Unfortunately, the almighty dollar (mammon in the Bible)  is a cold and heartless god who cares little or nothing about humanity or the earth or humanity’s future here on the earth.

And so it goes with those who chase after the dollar, which is pretty much everyone these days, to  a greater or lesser extent.

Big Business’ britches never could have gotten so big without all of us feeding into it.

Now we’ve created a monster that threatens to devour us all.

Unfortunately most people aren’t very conscientious about there they spend their dollars.   Just look at how big Walmart has gotten.

But it’s all those dollars that make the world go around.

At least the world we’ve created.

Fortunately there is another world out there.

Most of us just can’t see the forest for the trees.

That Schmelnoz guy is right.  I am a dumbass.

Despite recurring signs involving fish over the past month or so, it never occurred to me to look inside the giant fish I have hanging over my mantle.  (I call him “Mike the Pike”.)

So apparently at some time in the past I knew what was going on and knew I was going to forget everything so I wrote myself a letter and stuck it in the fish.  Then I set up all these little signs everywhere I knew I would go hoping they would lead me to look there.

They didn’t.

Fortunately I’ve got a time-travelling alien watching my back.

I know the letter is real because it’s in my own handwriting and says things that only I would know.

It also explains quite few things.

And one of those things is that I’ve got to be really careful what I talk about here from now on.

In fact, I’ve probably said too much already.

However, the damage is already done so there’s no point taking any of it down now.

Turns out being the Spamrider of the Apocalypse is a big responsibility.

I think Facebook and Walmart both have something in common, which is why I tend to avoid them both.

While Walmart may have low prices and Facebook may be free to use, both companies are obscurring the true costs of their services, which society-at-large ends up paying.

With Walmart, it’s our ever-increasing dependence on China; with Facebook it’s our entire concept of privacy as we know it.

Ok, there’s now a link for the Wall of Evil over on the right of the page.

So I’ve been researching and it turns out everything is still basically exactly as I remember it.

Except for that oil spill.  And it’s pretty much unfolding as I remember it–I just happened to remember it before it actually happened.

I’m beginning to wonder if that wasn’t a dream too.

“A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.”  -Oscar Wilde

I managed to get my page made, but I haven’t figured out how to post a link to it, so here it is.

http://www.spamrider.net/?page_id=312

And just to clear a couple things up, I have no idea where the name Spamrider came from.  But I kind of like it so I’m going to keep it.

As for the profile picture, I’m not sure what’s up with that either.

I think I’ll keep that too though.

I’ve been learning some of the settings on this blog.

So one day not long ago for reasons I still don’t understand I decided that I ought to make a blog.

But when I came back the next day there was all this stuff here I didn’t recognize.

I don’t pretend to understand what’s going on, but I figure I might as well grab the bull by the horns.

So I’m learning some of the settings.

It turns out I can make pages, and edit things, so I’m going to make a page that I can add to and change all the time.

I’m not sure yet but I think I might even be able to change dates.  That would be hilarious.

Of course, I would never do that without saying that’s was what I was doing.  Starting now.

Turns out this blogging thing might be fun after all.

Willie Nelson really DID cut off his hair!!!

http://www.nydailynews.com/gossip/2010/05/27/2010-05-27_willie_nelsons_new_haircut_country_singer_chops_off_trademark_long_tresses_and_d.html

What sort of strange bizarro universe have I landed in???

And I’m still having more crazy dreams.

Last night I dreamt that Webster died.