One of the best ways to bring people together (and inoculate them against pain and discomfort) is to imbue their minds with a sense of meaning.

You don’t need a lot of resources to pull this off; you can simply do the best you can with what you have.  By consistently striving to do the best you can with what you have (which includes examining mistakes and adjusting accordingly), you will—by default—demonstrate discipline, strategy, and the perennial qualities endorsed by societal luminaries.  Over the course of time, you will maximize your chances of success, and subsequently, maximize the odds you will inspire someone else.  You’ll be able to build off smaller successes, and springboard onto large ones.

It all starts with doing the best you can with what you have, regardless of who takes notice.  Life is already hard, so why—over the long-term—make it any harder than it has to be?  Do the best you can with what you have.

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Humans have evolved to indulge in immediate gratification and it makes perfect sense; those base instincts once encouraged our survival.  They have driven our evolution.

But in order to keep evolving, in order to keep surviving, it is essential to reign in our desire for immediate gratification.  It is essential to play the long game.

As always, discipline and strategy are of the utmost importance.   

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When pursuing your dreams, do what you can as often as possible, or your options will be taken away one by one, and you will be increasingly forced into doing what is necessary.  As time goes on, “doing what is necessary” will serve your dreams less and less.

I think it’s better to do what you can, while you can still do it.

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The question is not whether I am a “good person,” or a “capable guy,” or an “awesome performer,” the question is whether or not I earn those titles every day through my actions, regardless of what temporary classification forms around me.

This is a way to reduce egoic considerations of what I think I might be, and direct this transient assemblage of flesh and consciousness (me) into a configuration that aligns with whatever free will I may or may not possess.

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Musings, Volume 1

“I’m the leader of the free fucking world, and I feel utterly powerless.  Powerless, John.”

The President of the United States slumped forward on her desk, cradling her head in her hands.

General Halsey cleared his throat.  “NATO might get their act together, Madam President.  If they can help us retake New York City, then—”

The President shot him a haggard look.  Dark bags hung from her red-rimmed eyes.  “The last time we tried, JSOC lost over half its operators, and the Marines lost an entire division.  The 101st and the 82nd airborne are combat ineffective—down to a tenth of their original troop strength.  And for what, John, for what?  A block in Manhattan where we’re barely hanging on, where we’re under attack 24/7?  You really think that NATO can help us?  They can barely distribute food, for Christ’s sake.”

The general looked uneasy.  “They’ve helped us before…Granted, they’re a little slow, but—”

The President snorted.  “Yeah—AFTER we’ve cut them some under-the-table weapons deals.  There’s no more weapons, John—we’re using them all on the INSECTOID INVADERS!”  She slammed the desk with both fists, staring furiously ahead at nothing in particular.

The general remained respectfully silent.

She covered her eyes with a thumb and forefinger.  “I’m sorry—that was rude of me.  It’s been a long day.  I haven’t slept in…” she took a deep breath, sighed it out.  “It’s been a long day.”

“I understand.”  Halsey nodded sympathetically.  “There’s still one option we haven’t explored.  A classified weapon that’s still in development.”

“Use it,” she said, her eyes still covered.  “We’re one step away from a societal reset.  If your weapon doesn’t work, we’re going back to the Stone Age.  We’ll be living in caves again, hunting shit with rocks and sticks.”

“I’ve got the weapon right here.”  Halsey reached in his trouser pocket, withdrew an eReader, and opened it to Musings, Volume 1, activating its reality distortion powers.  Magic flash.



I’m Kent Wayne, bitches!  😀

Oh shit—what the fuck am I doing in the oval office, with some gray-balled general and an angry looking lady president behind the desk?  Why am I here?  Why aren’t I naked?  What the fuck…

“Kent Wayne, your country needs you.”  General McOldBalls fixes me with a grave, unflinching stare.  “Insectoids have invaded the United States.  We’ve lost the entire West Coast.  Now they’re attacking the tri-state area.  New York is barely hanging on—all we’ve got is a single block in lower Manhattan.”

“Uh, so what do you want me to do?”  I look back and forth between the President and Old Balls.

“Your horrible taste in music—along with your atrocious singing voice—should be able to short-circuit their hive-mind brains.”  The general shoots an uncertain glance at the President, then looks at me again.  “According to our techs, anyway.”

“Do it John.  Just do it.”  The President sounds resigned and beaten.

“Right.”  He nods briskly and hands me a microphone.  “This is connected to a worldwide speaker system, through a recently deployed nano-bot network.  We were planning to use it for clandestine data ops and propaganda saturation, but right now, we need it to project your shitty fucking voice.”

“It’s not that bad,” I say stiffly.

“Let’s not kid ourselves.”  He cycles his hand in a hurry-up, hurry-up gesture.  “Come on—people are dying.”

Fucking prick…oh well, whatever.  This is for apple pie and baseball and alla that good stuff.  (Mental note—cum in his coffee after all this is over.)

I close my eyes and take a deep breath.  Then I bring the microphone close, and—


“Oh God,” the President gasps.  “It’s so bad!”


“My anus,” Halsey moans.  “My anus is bleeding!”







“That’s enough!” the President screeches.  “They’re all dead—THEY’RE ALL DEAD!”

“Whew, okay.  Cool!”  I stop singing and give her an uncertain grin.  “How’d I do?”

The President’s lip is red with blood; it’s poured from her nose and made its way down to her chin.  Her ears are welling with pinkish-crimson ooze.

“Fine,” she murmurs.  “Get the fuck out of here.  I’m gonna call the medics.”

As I walk out, I see General Halsey convulsing on the ground, foam spilling from the edges of his lips.  His hands and feet are jerking in random, spasmic tics.

Doesn’t change a thing—he’s still a prick.

Still gonna cum in his goddamn coffee.



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