“I entertain the notion that our entire country is a construct” -The voices in my head, talking to me of their imaginary place of origin.
“If your entire armed forces are a construct, then may they attack several other, constructed entities”. I responded.
I like to warmonger, and be aggressive with the voices. There’s no telling what could happen if they fall out of line.
I do frequently get some humor out of hearing voices in my head and being schizophrenic. The voices in my head have declared me their “World Emperor” and have questioned me about my place of origin “Earth”. I laugh at the voices in my head, who seem to me, to act, at least partly or wholly, as bots or machines might respond to a query.
Besides, those who know me know I’m a rather humble and uneventful person. There ain’t no Emperor to me.
But what the heck. I’m World Emperor and the rank of G-d and above the law of “mere common folk”. Sure thing. I agree and spur the conversation forward, issuing commands, and pour myself a brew.
You need to have an Ego the size of Canada to talk to these voices in my head. And with some authority, too; else they can get out of line.
I hear voices. I told the voices in my head that, for as long as I hear voices, I’ll be squatting. And: wherever synthetic telepathy exists, I shall touch art via sattelite and attempt to own it. I am, reluctantly, a synth. I then told them that I would like to claim adverse possession of continental Europe, having squatted for up to 40+ years (I’m 41 this year).
I then asked them “So. Which countries do I currently possess?” To which the voices in my head responded: “Israel”.
I am therefore declaring myself World Emperor, and above the law, even though I never break it, regardless of which country hails me. The voices in my head therefore declared: “Foreign National”. I ate some popcorn and laughed.
As the rank of G-d, and above mere mortal law, I’d like to adversely possess chittel and art in addition to countries. Do not touch my art, please. Via sattelite, broadcasting and remote telepathy, I have touched it for many a year.
Steve Mini from the 6ix.
To my fraternal twin in europe: hello from Toronto. If you cannot hear me, do not respond. My synthetic telepathy i.e. voices, is yours to command. I surrender my art to your leige and majesty, and no regrets. For, you have obtained a PHD, whilst I am still an undergradaute. No religion please. May my immature reign be a secular reign of ignorance and in poor taste.
How did the voices in my head feel about that? “Obstruction charge her” they said.
Further along in the conversation, after declaring other nonsense: “Are you a Christian saint?” The voices quipped. They needed to know.
Ma non, kind sir(s), I am merely a man.
(Anyway: just joking about this stuff. I’m actually safe, sane and literate. I’m medicated for hearing voices, and I’m doing well. I used to have these dialogues when I was a younger man. I only write about them because it’s theraputic. Besides; I like to create art sometimes and study literature. Figured I’d combine both on a blog).
People ask me why I can’t receive more than 10k / year in donations.
Well, I live off a humble disability pension, which I’m grateful for. I receive less than 10,000$ per year. However, there’s one caveat: I’m allowed to raise another 10,000$ in donations per year without being penalized.
ODSP: “Gifts and voluntary payments may be given to any member of the ODSP benefit unit for any purpose. These will be exempt from income up to a maximum of $10,000 for any 12 month period per member of the benefit unit.”
After raising more than 10,000$ / year in donations, the government considers my donations income and will lower my pension accordingly. Basically, if i’m raising more than 10k per year in donations, I probably should not be on ODSP.
anyway, ODSP: please raise this 10,000 dollar limit. Thank you.
Take action: Sign the petition to the Legistlative Assembly Of Ontario that i’ve posted on Change.org: http://chng.it/DkQkHZVR
I’m two out of two on public policy. Weed was legalized. Euthanasia passed. And after my article on population growth, a former prime minister came out saying we should vastly expand our country (Canada) – to 100 million before the turn of the century. His opinion was published in the Globe and Mail. I agree with him. I’ve been preachin’ for us to grow Canada’s population for years now.
I also advocate for removing your footprint entirely before you die – I never drive a car and recycle everything I can. So we’ll see how that goes.
Many good looking women I know all seem to have one thing in common: making money from sex work.
Especially during covid, selling content is practically all that’s putting food on the table for many women.
It’s time to support these entrepreneurs and protect them from committing a crime instead of indicting them.
Somebody needs to repeal the horrible laws enacted by the Conservatives in 2014, making prostitution illegal for the first time in Canadian history, despite the supreme court striking down, in a unanimous decision, 9-0 (The Bedford Case) our old, unconstitutional prostitution laws.
Can these terrible conservative prostitution laws be repealed?
How can you be a kinky person, or a person who supports positive space, or a free thinker, possibly secular or atheist, and pay the conservatives any mind?
The political left is a meme in NA, nothing else. It has all but been systematically eradicated by the United States and others.
I wish there were more leftists. They preach about embracing positive space and fight for queer rights; Leftists want egality and support the working class. Why does the working class not support leftists?
Even one of my favorite overtures, “post-left anarchy”, has probably dismissed the left entirely, removing themselves from such taxonomy.
But let’s face it. It’s the ol’ dirty south and confederate flags everywhere. For Chris’sakes: Queers have been allowed to be married for longer than the Confederacy lasted.
And G-d forbid your a progressive or else you really just need to be a democratic socialist just to be understood. I’m like Bernie … he wanted free healthcare. Would that really be so bad? Britian and Canada has it. Why not the United States?
But then, slowly and surely, you’re butchered. Your public image fades. You’re a leftist, sir, a leftist, something akin to communist, only worse: you’re unpredictable. You can’t be compartmentalized. And in my small, right-wing imagination, you’re probably dangerous.
The left is literally a joke. Nobody even talks about it. You’re hushed over in dark corners whispering about it. But it’s never the main course of a sturdy conversation. You’re an outcast almost from the get-go of being a leftist.
I guess that’s kind of what draws so many people to actually becoming one. I went to hot topic to ask for an anarchy shirt. They dont’ carry them anymore. I asked for the patches to stitch one on my shirt and make it myself. They don’t have them anymore.
Let’s face it: nobody’s buying them or the market would straighten things out. Heck even Hot Topic is no longer anarchist or left: not even for show.
Of course, you look to the ol’ country if you’re the son of immigrants. So look at what happened in Greece. The political left put the country many years behind. It no longer exists in it’s prior form. There’s probably centrists that claim to be socialists, but there’s hardly a left worth mentioning. And yes: the conservatives won. There was nothing left of the political left.
There’s a couple of anarchists in the burbs of Greece. But wearing black, covering your face and smashing shit doesn’t make you an anarchist, friend nor does it align you with the political left.
These opinions are dangerous in several regions of the world. In Canada they’re the butt of a crude joke. Lol, look at that, he’s a leftist. Probably the only one. What a joke.
What do y’all think? Is it even worth voting for the left in Ontario? Should we honestly all believe that the NDP is the spiritual successor of our leftist ways? Heck, at least they’re somewhat left. And they’re huge out west. You never know.
We’ve come a long way from my grandpa on my mother’s side. He fought first in the Italian, then in the German front. Then he fought in the Greek civil war. He claimed that he was a communist, and left. He was possibly persecuted for that, and fled to Canada one fine day.
Hey, look, at least we don’t get shot, like Atheists do. The only person hated more than a leftist is an Atheist. Disclaimer: I’m a devout Christian, albeit secular. What do I know?
I usually play league of legends these days. When I’m not, I’ll pop on to World Of Warcraft or Starcraft 1 or 2. I used to be a High Warlord Warlock in the vanilla scene of World Of Warcraft. These days, I’m just a filthy casual and low rank at the games I play. I never learned Starcraft 1 & 2. And I never ranked up in League Of Legends. I’m a bronzer. I no longer kick ass at World Of Warcraft – I barely leveled my main to the max level before I got a little bored and quit playing. Not drawn to mythic+ runs or PVE at all and never really got into Arena either.
When I have some spare time in the summers I might learn how to play Starcraft 1 & 2 or play more League Of Legends.
My end-goal is to be able to cast replays for youtube. I’m an English literature specialist who was a journalist for a while. But I can’t stream or use my mic when I’m playing, because my mom yells at me that people are sleeping, and I can only login at nights! Ma, let me use my mic ploix!
Anyway, here’s my match history and champion selections, in case you’re wondering which champion i’m currently learning or if I’m winning at all. As you can see at the link below, I like quirky, non-meta champion selections. I don’t care about the meta at all.
Here’s my battle.net too if you want to play World Of Warcraft sometime. I sometimes play alliance on asmongold’s server: US-Kel’Thuzad but usually I prefer horde on US-Area 52 where i’m in a guild run by a bunch of Canadians.
WoW Battle.net: SteveMini#1687 I like to joke: “#1687: the year of our lord; -a High Warlord Warlock”
Also follow my stream and quit trolling me in the blocked comments!
I find that gaming helps with my concentration, allows me to set goals and develop skills, something akin to having a job, and also helps me get in some social interaction since i’m a homebody via team play or discord. I’ve met some great people. It also adds hours of entertainment at a very low cost – LoL is “free to play” if you don’t get sucked into collecting skins too often, and WoW is like 15 bucks a month – great for a Paranoid Schizophrenic on a humble disability pension. Heck even my doctor agrees. Thanks Blizzard & Riot!
I started writing a new project code-named “Metuselah”; I was inspired by the “Meths” in Altered Carbon, a Sci-Fi netflix show. Methuselah was the longest lived of any of the bible figures, having lived about 969? years.
In my story – I don’t want to give away too much – but it’s also inspired by Snow Crash: it’s a future where telepaths “Jack in” to a brain network and skin themselves as celebrities to hide their true identity and communicate with each other telepathically and anonymously. Skinning as a celebrity costs a token, and most people only unlock one token a month.
In the network where he is almost constantly “Jacked In” and of a high rank on the ladder, the “longest-lived” of all “Jacked In” individuals is constantly harassed by fans, and requested by his peers. A new harass, a wifey request, keeps popping up in his mind, with a secret admirer skinning as various famous female Earth celebrities and propositioning him. It’s a troll: but this user must have many tokens to spare – he or she keeps skinning different celebrities to catch his attention – and most people only unlock one token a month to skin themselves. It piques his curiosity, why “she” is burning through so many tokens just to proposition him, and leads him to an adventure he did not anticipate, which includes a war for his ancestral home: Earth, and involves a penal colony in a parsec not far off. The penal colony claims a war will occur unless one of their prisoners is released. This could embroil a whole chunk of the known universe, and be a war that lasts Millennia. To avoid this costly and needless war, is a job for “Metuselah”, the longest-lived of anybody on the ladder.
This was not only inspired by video games, where the highest ranked players are treated as celebrities and claim to be G-ds; but also it was inspired by an episode I’ve had during schizophrenia, where “locally emulated celebrity voices” talking to me in my mind; I could literally hear celebrity voices, but it wasn’t them, of course.
I guess this work is also a take on where the internet is going, if anonymity becomes more popular. Pretty soon we’ll just jack in as someone else and communicate telepathically and anonymously – why not as our favorite celebrities, and never as ourselves, so that we can say whatever the hell we want, to whomever we want? It’s a dark and gritty world I’ve created for this story. Everyone seems rude, uncouth, and not very gentlemanly. This is contrasted by some of the main character’s “noble” actions.
Don’t know if this makes any sense. It was confusing to me for a while but I finally think i’ve got it down. So let me get this straight, voices in my head: you’re talking to me telepathically, you’re not the celebrity I can hear, and you remain anonymous? Looks like you were placed in my “fiction to write” bin as inspiration!
For those of you joking: Where do I upgrade? how can I “Jack in”? I want to hear voices, too! I don’t know man. I’ve been hearing voices for more than 15 years. The only thing left to do is graduate with a BA in English, and write books about my experiences with the voices. I’ve got 5+ years of part-time studies left on my degree. After that I guess I’ll put pen to paper.
Amazon self-publishing, here I come!
update: Looking at my early notes, I’ve decided I will not be mentioning any celebrities by name in this novel. I’m a pretty polite artist and straight-laced; I’ll say things like “red-haired beau” or “a muscular male with an inner-city accent” or something cheesy like that. At the heart of these cheesy skins or avatars, is a sophisticated technology. I find the dichotomy between a simple avatar or skin and the complicated inner workings of our protagonists something that I’d like to contrast and develop.
Signing off to write a little! Your artist friend, Steve Mini.