Archive for March, 2010



Twenty three years ago a book was published. It was a small book with some useful information, great humor, brilliant organization and style, as well as being written by one of the greatest minds that western civilization had ever produced. I ought to know. I’m the fellow what wrote it.

And the day it was published something really bad happened to some other people. You see, in the 1980s Radionics was pretty much the province of the U. S. Psychotronic Association and they had a virtual monopoly on what was written about it in the US. They saw themselves as the keepers of the sacred mysteries and took their role very seriously indeed. No humor was allowed in the holy precincts.

And then the roof fell in on them.

In one fell swoop the ability to make and use radionic devices had leapt from the clenched hands of the proprieters of the holy texts and into the public’s greedy clutches. They were, of course, horrified. At one meeting a person was nearly thrown out for merely saying my name. “We don’t talk about HIM here!” they bellowed as they proceeded to look for a rope to lynch him with.

So now they stand at the gate, as they have for decades. There is only one little problem. The gate is still there, but there is no wall attached to it. That is gone.

I’m having fun at their expense, but the truth is that now there may still be folks who think they are gatekeepers of any sort of knowledge, but there are no walls any more. And there is nothing that they can do about it.


No News


It has been a long time since I bothered to look at a newspaper, or even read one on online. I never watch the news on television and thus I find that my blood pressure has dropped, I enjoy my food more and I am less annoying to be around. The last is important as I do have my poor wife to think of.

When I think of all the time I wasted over the years “being informed” when there was really nothing that I needed to be informed about, I could literally kick myself. I stopped watching news on cable after being treated to one too many car chases in California, as if I would care about a car chase in California, or anything else in California unless perhaps it should fall into the ocean to the sound of the rest of the country laughing. I put an end to local news after having to jump up from the dinner table to mute a story about animal cruelty for the last time and I just don’t care to read the paper anymore, with its editorial boards kissing the rears of anyone who will raise taxes.

Will I watch the news again? Maybe the day after the November elections for a few minutes to hear the losers cry in their beer and if a new war breaks out. The ones going on now are just too boring to bother with.

Good riddance to it.



It never ceases to amaze me how frightened people are of thinking. It is as if an idea that they cannot grasp, or worse, conflicts with their way of doing things, is like unto the Black Death.

One of the joys of Heresy, of not merely thinking outside the box but setting the box on fire along with everyone in it, is the annoyance it causes to the Orthodox. I can just imagine Martin Luther, sitting with pen in hand, thinking, “This will give the Pope hives!” I know the feeling. There are times when I write something so totally outrageous that even I look at it and wonder where my brain is going and start laughing at the looks on some folks’ faces when they read it.

Mars Day


Today is the first of March, a day on which I read from Chaucer’s The Knight’s Tale and invoke the energies of Mars to bring conflict to the world. It is also the first day of Bureaucratic Spring, when the Weather Service starts recording things as being springlike, the actual weather notwithstanding.

It is 40 years to the day that I have been doing this little ritual.