Jackuul Empire News

I will be closing down this part of the site in 30 days from now.  The new address is http://jackuul.com/blog

I know I said I’d be overhauling the site before I posted again.  I lied.  I’ll overhaul it when I can.

So, in his latest video the idea of a grand rally march on Washington D.C. has come up.  Well… why the hell not?  Let’s get a march going, let’s trample the grass with the “Do not step on” signs.  Let’s show the politicians in Washington D.C. that we are sick and tired of being lied to, manipulated, taxed, and basically screwed with.  Look at the federal government bloat, it’s getting worse than a dead whale - and we all know what happens when they tried to blow it up (Google exploding whale).  It’s stupidity of the grandest scale that the people of this country are being taxed unfairly for things more than half of us did not want. The presidents approval rating is lower than death valley, hanging around 30% or so.  Well, we’ve had presidents in the past who got low ratings for doing the “right” things - but in this instance its basically a lot of people, conservatives like I, and others (those strange people that like socialism, welfare, and taxes)  who are basically saying “YOU SUCK”.

Yes, yes he does.  Abusing the powers of the President of the United States, and overstepping boundaries long held to be standard, while promoting torture… is not the way to make me say “What a wonderful government.” Rather it is a way to make me retch and consider a Canadian Vacation - National Lampoon style if it must be.  I’m sure they’ll love my conservative viewpoints as I bitch about their health system and point out how much their stuff sucks.  Anyways, back on target, point, and watching the nation bankrupt itself.  The key to solving a deficit is NOT increasing taxes, and the way to relieve and stimulate an economy is NOT a temporary tax relief boost.  I don’t want your stinking 800 dollars to expect me to go out and act like a cow and buy the barn full of hay, with my money you already illegally took from me.  I want it all back.  Or, you could end the system of income taxing, cut the spending to cover it, and just do what a normal rational country would do if it had a true self-interest in trade and economic prosperity.  What would that be?

Get out of the world’s business.  Simple.  Troops, home.  Funding to countries, cut.  Keep our cash in our country, and let economics dictate the world’s direction.  If you save two trillion dollars, and then cut a trillion of income, that is still a trillion dollar surplus! It might be 500 Billion.  I don’t know.  I’m assuming based on general numbers.  Here, let me go look it up so someone doesn’t call me a lazy bitchy jerk who likes Ron Paul. The government’s income was roughly 2.568 Trillion Dollars in 2007 (CIA Factbook figures) while its expenditures hit 2.731 Trillion Dollars.  This is 200 Billion roughly in deficit each year, and we have a public debt of 9 trillion dollars.  The military uses about 450 billion a year, and that isn’t counting the current War’s drain.  That number is about a trillion dollars, which puts total spending at 1.5 trillion.   If you account the official budget of 450 billion dollars, and add 50 billion for good measure, we could cut a trillion dollars right there - while maintaining out military.

What about foreign aid? We give countries billions of dollars. How much do we actually pay our government - just from personal income tax?  Well what I have been able to find by going to the IRS website (Satan’s house) 1.236 Trillion Dollars goes to the federal government from just personal income tax.  We need to let them know that all of this massive spending and collection from us is basically killing our economic vitality.  If we cut spending by 1 trillion dollars, and then cut foreign aid, along with pork spending, adding a few hundred billion more, we could comfortably cut the entire income tax system.  Think of the money saved by cutting the IRS itself.  The IRS requested over 10 billion dollars in 2005, and as such would provide a very good savings by eliminating much of the need for it.  What else can we cut out?  A whole lot actually.  What could be saved by demolishing the FBI, CIA, Department of Homeland Security, and then creating an agency that does all three at half the manpower and less of the in-between that goes on?  What could be saved by a careful review of developer projects that cost us billions and deliver nothing through contractors?  What could we save by… cutting contractors that do not facilitate the manufacture of our hardware and research?  What could we save by having companies finance their own bloody research and then paying them when they deliver something that - this is crazy now - actually works? I understand that testing and revision is a part of R&D - but should we pay for it?  Or should we wait to pay for it until a working product comes out of it.

An example would be… I want a super plane.  Three companies want the contract.  Instead of waiting for a prototype… wait for a finished, working, wonderful machine.  Sure, give them input along the way.  The one that makes the best plane gets reimbursed for all their effort, win the contract, and are happy.  The two that do not have to eat it and try something else.  Will this stifle innovation?  No.  Will it instill ingenuity in so far as to create better products that cost less?  Probably.  Will they complain?  You know it.

A march on Washington could make all of these issues more prominent in the minds of the masses, and perhaps break the shackles of a mass media blackout, and a mass media feeding those TV glued individuals with their daily dose of bull.  I might ramble on, make points that aren’t as relevant to you as to me, and I might seem a bit batty in the head, but who isn’t?  Most of you will agree that spending is a problem, that waste is an issue, that the war is unconstitutional because there was to declaration by congress, and that we’re bleeding out more money than we are bringing in, that the DOE is broken, that the Social Security, Welfare, and other systems similar are broken, and that the FBI and CIA along with the DoHS is redundant and costly.  There is only one person, one candidate with solutions, who will address them.

Ron Paul will.

Let us march on Washington before the convention.

Let us rally and muster what we can.

Let us support Ron Paul to the very end.

Then let us buy bumper stickers that say “Don’t blame me, I voted for Paul” if we don’t win this round.

As Paul said, even if he does not win the nomination the effort is not over to reform the country.

If he ran in 2012 at the age of 76 I would still vote for him.  If he ran at 80 in 2016, my vote is there.  I don’t regard age as a limiting factor, but as a plus.  The older, the wiser.  The better equipped.  At the rate of our medical advancements in healthy individuals Paul could probably see another 20-30 years with ease.

So, in closing on this long rambling post that probably doesn’t make as much sense as I want it to: Don’t switch your votes just because you want to beat a democrat.  Stay with Paul.  To the end.  If it means he loses the nomination in the end, and McCain becomes the choice, at least you have a clear conscience.  Let’s march on D.C. regardless of how it looks.  Regardless of how it comes out.  Regardless if McCain wins.  Send a message, and set the stage for the continuing of the Ron Paul revolution.

As my final post on this blog before I start an overhaul let me get this off my mind.

I was born in the United States, I’ve grown up in the United States, I was taught the constitution in highschool, I leaned political science in college, and I was the only person in my class in 2004 to advocate the total annihilation of the income tax.  Look around you people, wake up, can’t you see what’s going on?

We’re involved in foriegn affairs that should have nothing to do with us, we are taxed by a complex system that stifles the individual’s right to have and spend their own money by an illegal ammendment, we’re being prodded like cattle into a national ID card, nothing is being done about our wide open borders, we are spending trillions on a war and oversea involvement and we pay roughly a trillion in income taxes to our government.  We’re no longer living the American Dream, and anyone who thinks that the income tax, that following the constitution, that being what our country was meant to beis the antithesis of progress they are nutt bucking wrong.  Income tax is not progress, nor is welfare and nor is our edukationul systum (spelling intended).  What is American?  What is in the favor of the United States?  What is the best way to move forward for us?

It’s really not that hard once you drain your ears of the false national pride and jingoism that is so prevalent  and yet meaningless.  You follow the constitution.  It was doing fine until the income tax was initiated.  A few years later guess what?  The Great Depression hits.  Now, today, there is the looming media bullskit about a recession and al’might Bushie is gon’ save us by handin’ down a few dolla’s.  No.  That is not how you fix a broken bloated system.  You do what Ron Paul says.  You cut spending by a Trillion dollars.  Then you cut the income tax out - and you don’t add some bullskit fair tax or some moronic flat tax.  You cut the trillion, and thus you cut the IRS and what do you have?

You have a trillion canceling a trillion out.  I bet you could cut a trillion and a half without even touching education, welfare, social security, or  the military defense budget if you cut off all foreign aide, pull out of every backasswards country, and position troops here at home.  You save on fuel, hardware breakdowns and losses, manpower expenditures, contractors, contractors and contractors, along with generally boosting the safety in the USA by letting the countries that breed “terror” to just have fun with no one to fight.  The consequences will be bloody, but so was our revolution that birthed the United States.  We cannot successfully ever go into a country and say “You.  Be Free.” And have it work.  For people to be free they must stand up and do it themselves.

With a Ron Paul Presidency and a congress that would support him we could have no more income tax, a safer boarder situation, and educational overhaul, the end of the costly war on drugs that never really works (and by doing so letting each STATE handle the problem since it is a STATE’s issue), ending the recession right off the bat with everyone being able to keep all their hard earned income, a better trade standing with the free world since the restrictions would be limited, a better environment (because if you read his site you will see how that can be done better than anything else done thus far, by letting everyone sue polluters basically.  I’m simplifying), while not even coming into contact with ending Social Security or Welfare (although ending them the right way is optimal), and the federal government getting the hallibut out of our lives with this moronic National ID Card, and the stupid Patriot Act that has done nothing good.  You know what a better plan is (that Paul has)?  Combine the FBI, CIA, and DoHS into one, and thus eliminating the communication difficulties, saving money, and making it safer (even a ten year old could see that one) and also, adding to this run on of all run ons, the IRS employees can become math teachers, because lord knows we needs us some maths, ain’t that right Jethro!? (*Yeah it’s right, I can’t even add ma toes*).

In essence, if there is no change, we’re Screwed.

Screwed.

More than “Where’s my car” screwed.

“Where’s my Country, and my Freedom?” screwed is more like it.

You want the reason why?

http://www.seoulsearching.com/DogMeat.html

’nuff said.

You can see it here

If you lack access, I will paste it below.

Dear Idiots who hate the Staffie

Signed,
An Angry Asshole,
Jackuul.

Dear Casio,

Why have you forsaken me?  Just recently I found one of your uber spiffy PDA devices, the Cassiopeia E-200 off of a random lot of crap I splurge on every month - except this time I found your little device.  I turn it on, and it works.  Of course, it has no backlight because its well - busted - but in any case I turn it on, and being the first time I have ever held a PDA it took me all of three seconds to figure it out.  Now - after setting it up, I was impressed.  I was more impressed to find out this little device was made in 2002.  I was so impressed when I looked up the standards of others that are NEW (64 megs, 200+mhz, and your being 64 megs) I could only utter “Holy Dlucking Halibut”.

Then, you forsook me.  Yes you did. I find out the E-200 was the last model you ever made for the United States markets.  You do realize that was the worst mistake ever - right?  You made a product that made the rest of that time look like hippies taking bong hits in their VW busses whilst your little uber-unit revved by in a Datsun Z-280.  Seriously, what the hell is up with stopping at the E-200 for the American Market?  We’re not that god damned dumb!  Well, maybe, but still we buy everything.  Had you touted its superior build at a reasonable price and followed up with an E-300 you’d be sitting on a goldmine.  Instead you cut us off and did the E-3000 overseas.

You’ve starved us of intelligence, of superior PDA units, and of our greatest need in a device that is so well built that even five years later it could stand up in a monkey-dung-sling fight against the now departed Dell.  Look at all the fodder in the PDA market now!  Axim - Dead.  Cassiopeia (yours) - Dead.  Sony’s PDA’s - Dead. The HP Jordaniafalalawhatever - Really dead since they took Compaq over and ran with the iPaq.  What’s killing them all?  Stupid cellphones in a PDA.  That’s the worst thing I have ever witnessed on a road by the way, some douche in front of you with a stylus being a douche and slamming into old people left and right while taking a call, chewing gum, smoking, stuffing down a grease ball burger and gaining that extra thousandth pound while simultaneously operating his radio and his heater… COME ON.  Cellphones should be cellphones - not UBER PDA DISTRACTION DEATH DEVICES!

So, Casio, maker of all holy electronic devices I revere as godlike (my watches, and the E-200) come up with something.  For the love of god, you could take the E-200 build (with its 12 hour lifespan on a single charge) and then improve it from there.  Update the CPU, update the ram (double it if you want, lower ends can keep the same specs!) get the thing running Windows 5, 6, 8, 1000, I don’t care, Linux or BSD even.  Then release it with much fanfare.  Give the people something better than the zomgitsaphonepdapizzacallerhaircombmatchbongwalkietalkiedouchebagdevice. A pure PDA with wireless net.  That’s all.  Hell, team up with (company name here) mobile and offer a discounted wireless wherever the hell you are service and see what happens.  At worse you make a bunch of eccentric E-200 fans happy.  At best you make money.  Either way - it is up to you.

Signed,
Jackuul Emperor and World Dominator
Jackuul

Not that anyone reads this news page, but I plan on a reformatting of the site and an expansion into more realms.  We shall see what becomes of it.

From inspiration on DP.

Cults are cults are mind control are obedience machines are tools of oppression suppression and repression… Wash the mind away, take the thoughts away, make the individuality go away, make them a blank board for church and society, wash down their guilt and self abhorrence with the tithes and the torrents… of their money… their obedience… their mindlessness… their beliefs… their helplessness… their self destructiveness… their neediness… their blindness… Tell them to sacrafice to us, tell them to die for us, tell them to fight for us, tell them to recruit for us, tell them to breed for us and tell them to donate to us - or else they’ll… be… DAMNED.

Make them winners,
hold their hand,
make them think they own the land,

give them hope,
give them desire,
all the while we fuel the fire,

make them hate,
lie to fate,
donate to us for heaven’s sake,

to your knees,
for He sees,
everything you do with the birds and bees,

cross your hearts,
disown your parts,
be a slave and push our carts,

sell your souls,
empty holes,
give to use our fees and tolls,

off to war,
out the door,
fight in our name - we’re to die for.

Have no fear,
Shed no tear,
We assured your afterlife dear.

Strap the bomb,
Load the pipe,
For your Gods are all ready to fight.

Secular,
Insecure,
Doesn’t matter - we’re the cure,

Believe in Christ,
Believe in Allah,
Believe in your God and the dollah.

Give us cash,
We need to stash,
To fund your children’s future bash,

From the young,
We will feed,
To fill our great manpower need.

We’re your god,
We’re your religion,
Trust us, have no more indecision…

All for control,
All for power,
Every side, every hour.

Now embrace us or be dead now.

We have men,
we have explosives
Convert or die,
either side,
then die converted for a lie.

There once was a man from Nantucket

Who had a bunch of worms in his Bucket

But they were all square

Politicians  concerned with hair

So he threw it and said Fuckit

Let me dispel any myth of the human condition and the ability for man to adapt and survive, past all the evolution of our species, past all the social revolutions, past all of all the science and get down to the very bare bone explanation of what life is. I am not explaining the purpose, nor am I explaining where you go when you die - nor am I explaining the poor or the rich. I am explaining life to those of us who don’t yet realize we’re cursed (or perhaps like me they do) and cursed to play the game called “Screwed by Life”. You start out, a young child, full of hope, wonder, amazed by the simplest things like cardboard boxes, blankets, rattles, and of course silly putty. That is all well and good. Perhaps you grew up around happy people (like grandparents who hate their own kids - and take their revenge on them by pampering the hell out of their grandkids), perhaps not. No matter what you start out as, many of you will have experienced the first way of getting screwed by life.

The broken promise: “Why sure, you can have that”. Yeah, that’s a rich one usually told by your mother or father about some stupid worthless toy you like - but they know you will hate ten minutes after you get it. Fine, that is a minor screw. So you come home, and shriek in horror as you find your cardboard box empire has been cut into neat little squares, tied, and ready to be shipped to the recycling place you often go to with wonderment to see cans crushed. As your bleary eyes behold the total destruction of your empire that once had green army men stationed everywhere, and your favorite teddy as the second in command being tossed in the toy bin you experience the first horrid emotions that the game of life introduces you to at the age of five: Hate, anger, embitterment, betrayal, and loathing. Of course that might seem like a lot for a five year old, but I guarantee they all manifest themselves consciously or not. Well, at lest they did for me. You got Screwed.

You were screwed once before already - having been forced to move over a thousand miles away from your favorite grandparents, having your blanket taken away because it was childish, being lied to about going to Disneyland, and of course being stuck with a teenage sitter who sits on the cell phone all day… but the loss of the Cardboard Box Fort you spent three weeks decorating with your favorite crayons (ruining them - but thinking it was worth it) fixing up, cutting, taping, and otherwise making it a second home… that is the final straw in your real innocence. Once you reach the epiphany that you… you got totally screwed… you realize that your life will reflect this pattern for the next eighteen years.

Of course you forget it after you are taken to get ice cream in an act of desperation to shut you the fuck up about it - after being backhanded probably - you forget about that major incident, and begin to like everything again… bugs, critters, the secret box you have under your bed in defiance… then when you’re seven and in the first grade you get hellish teachers. You’re sitting in class, minding your own goddamn business because you loath the other morons about you and then… all of a sudden, you are flicked by a rubber band. In defiance you turn around and say “That wasn’t nice”. No, you’re not screwed yet by life… not until the haughty bitch of a teacher comes over and sees you have a rubber band hidden in your crayons… and doesn’t believe your story of getting whacked. So while those morons get to go play you get to stay in class with a full bladder doing math. Not screwed yet. Then, the little asshat scratches your chair with his scissors and blames you… so you see the principal… not screwed yet… then - in front of you and some of the students - the teacher tells your own mother that she thinks you’re mentally retarded. BINGO. B… I… N… G… O… YOU GOT SCREWED!

Although the psychologist evaluates you and finds that you are in fact much further ahead of the other students since you can grasp the concept of time, space, multiplication and division, along with being able to comprehend complex sentences and do word associations that beat the standard for a six-seven year old you get held back. SCREWED FURTHER… DIG IT IN… DIG THE KNIFE IN AND TWIST! TWIST AND SHOUT! So, while you’re year gets to go on ahead, you get stuck with another vulture and have to redo the grade over again with the same stupid moronic aged children who cant stop eating paste while you sit and daydream about how fun it would be to be with the older kids and not have to retake the bullcrap over again. You thus realize life sucks… not in the “oh man, like, totally life, like, sucks man” way… but the “My whole life is going to be one disappointment after another - isn’t it” way.

This phase passes, you reach the third grade, taller and bigger but meeker and with a destroyed self esteem that leads to you consistently being picked on for being held back a year and knowing more than anyone else your grade level - unable to have fun, unable to relate, unable to share interest - you are the playground recluse. You know the kid, you’ve seen one in every grade - you may have been one - the one everyone says is weird, evil, or strange. The one who likes to talk to teachers and not other students because they can’t understand the words used. The one who looks like a goody-two-shoes ass because he can answer every question and understand every concept. In reality he’s just trying to find salvation from the idiots he is around.

Finally the grade school days end, you find yourself going to a junior high, yay… the rat race hath begun! 7 classes in 8 hours, with lunch and such. Over crowded, over packed, under funded bliss of being shuffled around like a little mouse in a maze… so much stuff to do and so little time that when you get home each day you have that sudden realization that the work you are doing is absolutely worthless. Each day you plod through it, becoming adept at avoiding the Mexican bullies who get through by blackmailing teachers that they wouldn’t shoot them if they passed and making it to the little lunch stand for your ten dollar slice of pizza and three dollar drink being served cold and hot - in that order… Not screwed yet though. You get screwed that first time you realize that everyone still hates you - the first time you go up to the board and answer a question on it mathematically becomes your last as you turn around to the blank infuriated rage filled stares from the students who think of you as their enemy for possessing what evolution granted you with - a brain. From then on out your math grade goes from A’s to C’s until the end of the whole public education system.

Here comes a big screwed point - you’re told you will be getting a computer… oh good god you have wanted one since you were in front of an Apple II when you were six… but when it comes time you find out all the money was spent on the times you stayed with the babysitter. SCREWED. You might be confused as to why - let me explain. The year is 1997, the age is 12. At this time if you got a computer you would become a god by the age of 15, and participated in the massive net boom just a few years later and would have had a job in high school that would have paid awesomely. Instead in 1999 you get a 1984 IBM XT. Happy 14th - you got a computer older than you.

You persevere, learning as much as you can with DOS while Windows 98 gives way to ME, and then to XP - missing the boat because the next computer you get is a 386 - until your grandmother smuggles you 300 bucks and gets you a super socket seven and an AMD K6 II 500, along with a 15 gig hard drive. You never inform your parents what you did to that old 386 case. Soon after you get your ass kicked out of a catholic school in 8th grade because you drew pictures of the computer, held an intellectual “what if you had a time machine” conversation - and had an idiotic crush on a girl who hated you. Computer drawings = BOMB!!! ZOMG!!!! UNIBOMBER IN TRAINING! Hypothetical conversation about killing Stalin, Mao, and Hitler becomes “HE HAS A HIT LIST OF KIDS ZOMG!!!!!”. You get your ass booted out. SCREWED. Then you realize there is no God. DOUBLE SCREW. Then you hear the school you were in had asbestos. TRIPLE SCREW! HOW COULD IT GET WORSE!? You find out the one who said you had a student hit list was the idiot who you bought a 25 dollar present for the previous week -> Almost the ultimate screw…

Well that passes and you get to go to Utah. Insta Screwed. Next you go to their highschool, and every time you want to go on a date - you cant because you aren’t Mormon Screwed by life X10. You get a death thread in your locker for not being Mormon. Screwed. You take a class that counts to a college credit - and find out it actually doesn’t for you because, although you are the right age, you are not the right grade level. SCREW FROM THE PAST! Finally, you find a sweet car someone is getting rid of for 300 dollars… and cant get it because your Christmas money was (as it had been for ten years now) borrowed forever. Screwed.

Do we get the point yet? Yes. Close the deal now? Sure.

You move 2,000 miles, you start college, you get to the second semester with A’s - and you are forced to move again, wasting 800 dollars of tuition and 300 in books. Screwed. Then you cant get a job because you move to the poorest state in the union. Screwed. You get screwed there so many times you want to walk in front of a train, but human self preservation and “hope” says “things will get better”. Screwed. Because next you move to a shithole state and have a shithole job with a shithole employer that has you working with all kinds of mind numbing chemicals without the safety gear - and tells you to hide it when insurance comes to look around. By the end of your duration there you have made 3,000 dollars while working 50 hours a week (or more) because they screwed with your overtime numbers. Screwed screwed screwed, and screwed. By this time you just about give up on life - and when you only get to spend about 1/3 of that money for things you wanted to spend it on, while donating the rest to “borrowing” you realize how screwed you are. Mega Screwed.

Now, at 22… the future is full of getting screwed. Can’t afford a bed because money is borrowed by family? Screwed Cant afford college because of it? Screwed. Forced to vent on the internet because you cant afford a therapist or a gun to shoot yourself and end the misery of human life as you have no money or health insurance? Really goddamn screwed.

Finding out that you’ll be the only one not attending a huge family reunion because of where you are? More than screwed.

I think I rank pretty well up there with getting screwed with. Sure, other people will point out the poor, victims of natural disasters, people who get rare sicknesses, people with layoffs, all kinds of things like that - and honestly I appreciate that but am too screwed to help. Every time I see Santa jingle that bell I look for change… then look back at the family that just borrowed it and hang my head in shame as I pass Santa without even a penny to donate. Screwed Santa, and myself. When it comes to people who want to dominate the world - I am more screwed than Saddam Hussein was. I win the all time screwed award for someone who wants to dominate earth as its sole dictator and enforce a policy to diminish the screwing that occurs everywhere (both meanings… we need less children anyways) because, unlike the others who have been killed trying to gain power… I haven’t even a single minion, or my own bed. I can’t even finance my own mini-doomsday weapon, hell, I can’t finance anything but getting dog food for the dog (and soon to probably be myself).

Am I Screwed? You Betcha’.