99% of humanity don’t actually ‘believe” the religion perpetrated on them by their “community”


This is true even among purportedly “universalizing” religions like Christianity.

Barring some sort of very extraordinary and unusual disruption, you are overwhelmingly likely to simply ape/parrot your “tribe” — and profess “belief” in whatever the local hobgoblins happen to be called.

That’s why I can’t take 99% of such antics seriously.



There needs to be a “Buy Richard Stallman a parrot” project


DON’T buy a parrot figuring that it will be a fun surprise for me.  To
acquire a parrot is a major decision: it is likely to outlive you.  If
you don’t know how to treat the parrot, it could be emotionally
scarred and spend many decades feeling frightened and unhappy.  If you
buy a captured wild parrot, you will promote a cruel and devastating
practice, and the parrot will be emotionally scarred beON’T buy a parrot figuring that it will be a fun surprise for me.  To
acquire a parrot is a major decision: it is likely to outlive you.  If
you don’t know how to treat the parrot, it could be emotionally
scarred and spend many decades feeling frightened and unhappy.  If you
buy a captured wild parrot, you will promote a cruel and devastating
practice, and the parrot will be emotionally scarred before you get it.
Meeting that sad animal is not an agreeable surprise.fore you get it.

Meeting that sad animal is not an agreeable surprise.


Stallman’s speeches would be amazingly cool if he had a parrot who was trained to perch on his shoulder, and periodically scream out stuff about “GNU/Linux” at random.

That would be.amazing. 🙂



Did you ever wonder what Karl would be like if he had actual skills?

He’d probably be somewhat like Richard Stallman.

Here is an off-site link to Stallman’s publicity-packet thingy:


Richard Stallman is a very strange man.  Having said that, he has actually done an amazingly  valuable thing by springboarding both the FLOSS (Free, Libre, Open-source Software) and “Free culture” movements.  These have both  fueled the “IP Skeptic”/pro-public domain movement.

At any rate, Stallman’s personal idiosyncracies are actually pretty charming and “eccentric”, as compared to Karl (Ka3rcs).  Plus, he devised  the GNU variant of EMACS, which is just about the most convoluted and over-developed text editor in history. 🙂

Plus, the “Friendly parrot” thing is…..funny?  I dunno.


More thoughts on why Karl will always fail:

In  any given undertaking, it is helpful – actually, critically important – to ask oneself  a series of questions :

  1. What am I trying to do?
  2. Why do I want to do it?
  3. What physical resources does it require?
  4. What information do I need to know, in order to make this happen?
  5. How long is it likely to take?
  6. How much space will it require?
  7. What financial resources (if any) will this require?

You get the idea. The answers to the above questions (and many others) are crucial components of knowing what one is doing.

Predictably, Karl has never (seriously) asked any of the above questions, in regard to his “computer museum” — which is why had has made no progress whatsoever on the “project” over the 25+ years of our “friendship”.

What he has done (in lieu of such planning) is the following:

  1. Amass a vast morass of random detritus, most of which was acquired from hamfests, because others didn’t want to be bothered loading it back into their vehicles.
  2. Cram the above-mentioned detritus into every available inch of space wherever he happened to be living at any given time.  (His parents basement/garage, his grandparents’ house, etc.) — while at the same time, continuing to compulsively acquire MORE of the same.
  3. NEVER meaningfully “sort” any of it — at any of the above-mentioned locations.
  4. When it became impossible to cram any more unsorted  debris into the above-mentioned locations, acquire a myriad of storage-units, which were then crammed floor-to-ceiling, as per the above ‘method”.
  5.  Whenever one of the existing storage-units became overly full, rent another one — and repeat step #5 above.

Result?   His rickety shit-bucket of a jeep is illegal to drive at all.  Even if it was legal to drive, it would still be insufficiently reliable for him to drive across two counties, to go to the storage units.

Even if he could drive to the storage units, he cannot do any meaningful level of sorting in a timely fashion.

Even if had had sufficient time in which to do such sorting the fact that all of the storage units and his trailer are crammed floor-to-ceiling with other such debris necessarily means that he has “no space to do it”.

To put it bluntly: his compulsive hoarding, coupled with his total inability to plan, prioritize, or structure ANY aspect of his existence, has now BITTEN HIM IN HIS FLABBY, WHITE ASS.



Trump: What the HELL is wrong with this guy?


How did a shit-nugget like this guy get anywhere near the U.S. presidency?

Oh yeah, I get it: he’s an “outsider”.  (Sure he is — in the same way that some guy who smells like piss, wandering around at the bus-stop, screaming at the voices inside his own head is “an outsider”.)

Seriously: Trump actually manages to make “Dubya” look like a walking DEMI-GOD, by comparison.


I think I finally make sense — to myself:

I think I’ve finally figured out at last part of why I don’t seem to be able to ‘connect” with most people.   Quite frankly, it has a lot to do with the fact that I wasn’t actually “raised” — at least not in the conventional sense of the term.

What I mean by that:

Most people (at least in principle) have access to various “role-models” (parents/grandparents/teachers, clergy, etc.) — at least some of whom attempt to actively participate in “guiding” the child/teen, in some manner.

Admittedly, this “guidance” typically takes the form of attempting to “enforce” some kind of (fairly) specific demographic “role” on the individual — one which (it is hoped) the nascent individual will eventually embrace, and regard as their “personal identity”.

For various (interrelated) reasons, my childhood/teens was almost totally “free” of the above.

Several reasons:

First, (as I’ve mentioned in earlier posts), I had no credible “role-models”:

My “parents” were simply too “dysfunctional” themselves, to be able to offer me any kind of (credible) “role-modeling”:  a burn-out drunk who was either off fucking whatever he could scrounge up (other than my “mom”, of course), vs. an anxiety-ridden shrew whose own (unresolved) “Daddy” issues had most likely led her to enable, mollycoddle, and cover up for my idiot, heroin-addict half-brother — irrespective of the nature of his antics at any given time  (chronic truancy -> school bully -> school dropout -> drugs -> shoplifting -> “White power” ideology, etc.).

Add to that the fact that most of my other relatives subcribed to the notion that “children should be seen and not heard” (in other words: we were all expected to just STFU, and actively participate in coverups of all sortsbecause actually talking to anyone who wasn’t a “relative” would have constituted “airing others dirty laundry”, or some bullshit excuse of the kind.).

A great example of the kind of “secrets” I had to attempt to explain things to my cousin, when she inadvertently stumbled across her dad’s “secret” stash of hardcore gay porn videotapes.    Steve (her dad) was a truly pathetic and horrible person:  The best way I can describe him: think of Jim J. Bullock (same speech patters/mannerisms), if he was  profoundly “closeted”, coked-up, and tended to beat his wife on a daily basis.

The thing is: everybody in the family seemed to know about this, and be frantically attempting to pretend to NOT know about it.  This is why nobody was particularly surprised when Steve  ended up using my cousin Tina’s car to buy cocaine from an undercover cop — with Jennifer (his infant daughter) in the car, with him.

Predictably: Tina lost the car, both she and Steve ended up losing their respective teaching certifications/becoming unemployable in that field, and Jen was (nearly) taken away from them for “unfit” parenting.

I ended up having to “explain” about the gay videotapes nearly a decade later — when Jen was around 11 or 12 years old.

(Now, admittedly, I was probably around 20 years old at the time — but the fact remains, I was the only one not actively participating in the shitty “coverup” by that point.

Needless to say: my “relatives” were useless to me.  for years, they tended to claim that I should feel “lucky”, because they were (seldom) physically violent toward me, etc.   In other words, my upbringing was (slightly) better than what Dave Pelzer talks about — primarly due to the fact that psychological abuse and (physical) neglect is “better” tthan outright physical brutality.

I couldn’t really  “hide from” my family by subsuming myself into a “peer”-group or “religious” affiliation, either:

My “peers” typically either bullied me, or “ignored” me because I was “weird”.  (Think: a “White” version of Steve Urkel).

As for “religion”: I had realized early on (being the voracious reader that I’ve always been) that the greatest single “predictor” of religions “belief” is MERE GEOGRAPHY: if you’re “raised” Muslim, you tend to at least claim to “believe” in”/”practice” Islam — for example).

This is why Hinduism is predominate on the Indian Subcontinent.

Quite frankly,  “choosing” a religious “identity” other than whateve rhappens to have been perpetrated on you during childhood requires a level of consciousness and effort which the vast majority of humankind are simply unable/unwilling to exert.

My problem has always boiled down to one simple fact: I am incapable of uncritically “swallowing” something without first attempting to KNOW (at least in some terms) what I’m being asked to “swallow”.

(This is why I — inadvertently — ended up destroying a Jehovah’s Witness woman’s “faith”, when she attempted to “recruit” me (at age 12).

But that’s another story.

So, NONE of the conventional “cop-outs” were available to me:   As a result, I literally had no choice but to consciously CHOOSE my “identity”.

In many ways, I am the real-life equivalent of what would you’d get if someone grew up alone in one of those “cold-war” era civil defense bunkers — if the bunker in question happened to contain a library of books, record albums/tapes, and musical instruments.

That individual would most likely end up being “individual” to a greater extent than someone who had been “raised” to uncritically ape/parrot whatever happened to be most prevalent in his tribe.

The weird thing is: I may have been “lonely” back in the day, but I *NEVER* had the desire to “fit in”.   If anything, I was “lonely” because there wasn’t a whole gaggle of other people who happened to share my specific interests — if that makes any sense.

I realized early on that it was impossible for any of “them” to actually “like me” — especially if such “affinity” came at the price of me attempting to “become” THEM.




Csound: (supposedly) extremely versatile and powerful “audio rendering” application/language — *IF* you can ever wrap your mind around how the damn thing works!

I consider myself to be at least fairly intelligent.  I am also a “multi-instrumentalist” (to a imited extent — guitar/banjo/mandolin/bass/keyboards, etc.).   Having said that, I’m not entirely sure why I’m interested in Csound.

Supposedly, it’s am amazingly versatiile application/language.  (Several of hte Csound references I’ve consulted describe it as an “audio renderer”.)   The “core” Csound application is a command-line (non-GUI), and is essentially an “audio compiler” (in that you can “program” Csound via specially-structured text files.

Now, here’s the thing:

Csound has to be just about the most blatantly obscure (to the point of being almost-totally incomrehensible)  thing I’ve ever encoungered.

Oh, sure: I managed to download, install and run the thing.  I also managed to download and install several of the “front-end” applications (which claim to make using csound more “user friendly”).   So far — WinXound (a specialized text-editor for the 3 types of Csound files), Blue, and cabbage.

So, yeah: I managed to get stuff installed.  THEN I attempt to consult the various “manuals” or “tutorials” — and end up completely and utterly mind-boggled.

The “Canonical Csound Manual”.  The “FLOSS” (Free, Libre, Open-Source Software) Csound manual.   The “Alternative” Canonical Csound manual.  Boulanger’s “Csound Audio Design TOOTorials” — even the “manual” from the (ill-fated) OLPC project  (They subjected SMALL CHILDREN to this thing, seriously???????)

So I (mistakenly) think that getting the “Csound BOok”  (which is supposedly the “definitive reference and instructional work” for Csound would be helpful.  Unfortunately for me, “new” copies appear to cost anywhere from $75-$100.  “Used” copies are somewhat more reasonable.

So I luck into what I mistakenly see as a gold-mine opportuny: a (heavily) used copy of the Csound book, for less than $5, including shipping!

Cool part is: it even includes the CD-rom.

Problem is: The book itself is confusing to the point of being nearly incomprehensible.

Really: I cannot be this stupid.  It has to be (at least partially)  the fact that everything related to Csound appears to have a horrifyingly steep learning-curve.  (The “first” tutorial — which, when rendered, merely genereates a 440-hz sine wave for a few seconds — is almost too syntactically obscure for me to comprehend.

I am — exceedingly — perplexed, and more than a bit annoyed, at this point.

I am NOT this stupid!  I simply CANNOT be this stupid!