Sunday, January 10, 2016

Everybody Wants To Rule the World (Part 2)

Welcome back, fellow readers. I know, it's kinda amazing that I didn't goof off for about a month before having to make another one of these posts, but here I am right now, ready to update you guys on another post about the "best ruling system" (although now, come to think of it, there is no such thing as "best ruling system", probably due to the fact that different countries operate differently, and one country might be ruled more effectively using one type of ruling system and not the other).

So, enough about me and my completely unscheduled blogging, well, schedule (#widevocabulary). Let's focus more on our topic today, or to be more precise, today we'll be discussing about communism. Let's shed a bit of light on what the hell communism is in the first place, eh? Before we begin using the rest of the post as an (amateur) discussion of the pros and cons of communism, the basics are that communism is a system that's supposed to favor everybody. Here, let me get into the more intricate details...

An ideal view of the "perfect" communist country is a one where everyone is treated equally. There was no classism, there was no such thing as "rich" or "poor" because everyone was subjected to equal rights, all around. If you owned a two-story house, then your neighbor too would own a two-story house. If you owned a minivan, so would everyone else. And if you went to school, guess who else also goes to school? (hint: it rhymes with "everyone else")

But of course, a communist country means the country is strictly ruled by the government, because now THEY'RE responsible for the state of the country. Unlike capitalism, in which the people have to climb the social ladder in order to achieve success, in communism the government is essentially becoming the country's babysitter. They must ensure that the city's inhabitants are getting their rights, and there is social equality.

And as usual, there are problems with this type of system. First there are issues with the government itself. In a communist country, since the government is pretty much supreme leader of the place, they have full control of the entire country's resources, so what if they DIDN'T take care proper care of the country? What if these government dudes only used their high position to pocket the resources and ignore the needs of the country? Remember, the government is the only one with the power over these resources, and if they decided to do whatever they wanted to do with them, then what can the people do?

I mean, I guess, they could revolt, but we're looking for the solution that doesn't involve mass murder and anarchy in the country. We're trying to opt for the most peaceful possible solution over here. And as far as I can see, a revolution is probably not the most peaceful solution we can offer here. However, there is a slight comfort to be found in this potentially unjust system, and it's that other than the (near) guarantee of the existence of a pissed off band of merry revolutionists ready to combat any unjust politicians, there is also the fact that... Actually, you know what? Never mind. For now, the only threat that's keeping corrupt politicians away from uncovering their true motives are the predictions of a bloody revolution taking place.

Next post, we'll be comparing the ups and downs of communism and capitalism and in a few days' (maybe weeks) time, try to come up with a conclusion. Until then, I guess it's goodbye once again. Thank you and see ya around!

Saturday, January 9, 2016

Everybody Wants To Rule the World (Part 1)

Wow, it has been a LONG time ever since my last blog post, hasn't it? Well, sorry for the delay, but that was mostly due to the countless disturbances and debates on whether or not this "blogging habit" was necessary to maintain my "Internet stability". Or simply put, I was avoiding creation of this blog due to the fact that I could be more entertained doing other, more entertaining things in my life (yeeeeah, sorry guys. Truth be told,, the main reason I haven't been posting recently was due to the fact that I was busy binge-watching Fallout 4 gameplay. Sometimes a guy can't help watching an estranged survivor trudge the post-apocalyptic wastes of Boston, OK?).

So, after a chain reaction of events that probably don't bother mentioning, I decided to take up blogging once again (for exactly how long, I haven't actually decided yet). I know it's been a long time and I'm not exactly going to be as "skilled" as I was before when it comes to the blogging type of stuff, but I'll promise you this: I'll sure as hell try to become the good ol' blogger that you guys saw me become just a few months ago. Or just a mere shadow of that guy, at least, if that's any consolation.

So just a few weeks ago, my dad and I had been discussing the pros and cons of a ruling system when applied to a country. If we were to establish an entirely new country, what would be the preferred ruling system that we use? A few minutes into our conversation, we narrowed the potential ruling systems down to two options: Capitalism and communism (we were about to apply a bit of "monarchy" and "feudalism" in there, but we decided just to keep things simple for the time being).

Here are the basics of the debate: Capitalism is basically another word for "survival of the fittest". The reason I say this is mainly due to the fact that capitalism can be viewed as a "measure" of your economical toughness and shows your "rank" in the social ladder. The more hardworking/lucky/skilled you are (economics-wise, of course), the higher your position in the hierarchy. So if you find some rich dude passing by on the street in a capitalist country, chances are that he's a diligent individual who's worked his ass off to get this high in this cruel, unforgiving world.

The downsides of capitalism, on the other hand... Damn, there are quite a lot when you think about it (doesn't mean that capitalism is more flawed than OTHER systems, though. Every ruling system has its ups and downs. After all, you know what they say: "You can't nuke a city without innocent people being caught in the blast" (hold on a minute, IS that what they say? No? It was a different metaphor? Ah well, another new metaphor for the world to use. Don't forget to give me credit if you ever intend to use that one, yeah?). Where do we start?

Let's start with the gap between the social standing between the rich and the poor. In capitalism, the rich get to afford more, so due to an extreme consumption of goods by the rich, the poor gets the crappy side of the economical seesaw, with the rich being on the higher side of said seesaw, and the poor being on the lower. In simpler terms, capitalism isn't exactly the most merciful of ruling systems. One easy way to remember it is this: Man up (or if you're a woman, "woman up", I guess?) or give up.

I could spend the rest of the post discussing about whatever the hell I would like to discuss next, but I think that should be all for today. If the opportunity ever comes up, I'll probably do another one of these posts again. But that'll be another day. For now, see ya!

Monday, October 12, 2015

Creating a Villain Part 2

Right, so here we are, back again at the same place that we left off. So where we left off, I was talking about my main motive as a supervillain (for some reason, when I try to remember my villainous self, the villain that comes to mind is this pacifist pirate by the name of Stede Bonnet. Search him up, you'll see why). Now in this post, we'll focus on the more intricate details, such as my lair, my equipment, etc. So here we go...

First of all, every supervillain will need a lair. For me, the best type of lair isn't some Batcave-esque base of operations which is hidden somewhere secret. Not only is that inconvenient for a guy like me (remember, I'm one lazy dude), but it is a bit too "mainstream" for someone like me. If you ask me, my perfect idea of a lair is my house.

Now before you ask, I don't want my house to be some kind of secluded area chock-full of equipment designed for all your villainous purposes (OK, maybe a few stashes of the latest non-lethal heisting equipment hidden in secret compartments scattered around the house, but nothing too serious, say unlike an entire complex of henchmen in the basement below the house). This is also due to the fact that I want to make sure that when the authorities search my house, it won't be as hard for them to bust me for solicitation of masterminding some serious felony (which is gonna be kinda hard to explain if I have an entire basement of battle-dressed loogies hiding in a complex under the house).

As for my troops, the skill of my soldiers will really depend on the difficulty of the heist we're pulling off. Warehouse raids, bank heists, armored transport hits and other robberies of the sort should be manageable by a well-led gang of gun-wielding workers (think of something like the Payday gang, but replace the four heisters with an entire squadron of burglars. The reason for this is that the Payday gang consists of four badasses who can hold their own against a never-ending wave of police, whereas I might not be able to find four men with the same power in my actual cult of followers. And even if I DID find four badasses that can hold off the po-po by themselves, I still have to make sure they have an escort as extra insurance).

But for the more "advanced" robberies (think infiltrating military-protected facilities and anything involving government-protected places), I'm gonna have to call in some of the bigger guns. Maybe call in the guys in my team that have experience in dealing with the more "difficult" stuff, outfit them with better equipment (maybe an EMP, several tanks and battle aircraft, and several more pieces of sophisticated gear. Now I only need to teach the idiots HOW to use them). It might also get to the point where I might even employ the use of the supernatural (assuming such oddities exist in this reality by then), because you never know when some no-good superheroes will try and thwart my awesome get-rich-quick scheme.

So there, my friends. That is probably the type of supervillain I'm gonna be in another reality where I'm a scheming lawbreaker who will resort to robberies in order to fuel his extravagant lifestyle. I'll probably be doing more posts regarding this topic, so until the next post. See ya later!

Saturday, October 10, 2015

Creating a Villain

Every now and then, I think, "in a world where I was a supervillain, what type would I be?". It's kind of a weird question that everyone may think about every once in a while. So what kind of supervillain will I be? Well, I can sure as hell say that in another reality, the miscreant I'll become will be a rather unique one, if not strange (I think "strange" is more fitting). So, let's just get into it...

Every supervillain has a reason for becoming a supervillain. It might be because he wants to be noticed by the world (in fact, many villains' greatest fear is that the world will forget them when they die), or maybe because of his immense greed. Other villains are just total psychopaths who want nothing more than to go on a nonstop killing spree, and others become evil because they want to brainwash others into believing in said villain's ideologies (these types of villains normally lead a cult who all believe in what their leader does).

In my opinion, in order to create the perfect supervillain out of a regular, rational human being, we must first find this person's fatal flaw (wow, this post got morbid real fast). Is this person lazy? Is he greedy? Is he prideful? Does he want others to believe in what he/she does? Or is he just pissed off at the world and show it who's boss? In my case, my fatal flaw is laziness. I try to do as least work as possible and try to reap the benefits from already-existing opportunities.

So now that we know my fatal flaw, let's imagine a world, another reality where this flaw is exaggerated to the point where it becomes my life meaning (have any of you ever searched up "types of good and evil"? on your browser? You might wanna search it up now to get a better idea of what I'm about to tell you). So now, in this new reality where Jason (no, not the Jason that is immortal, wields a machete and constantly kills off teenagers. Although it'd be nice if I was that kind of villain, not gonna lie) is an evildoer who wants $#!+ to be done with as little effort as possible.

In the alignment system (refer to the search results of "types of good and evil" you just opened up a paragraph ago), I would probably fit into the "neutral" or "lawful" evil type. "But Jason," I hear you say. "How are you not sure what TYPE of "evil" you are?". Well, dear reader, I'll leave it up to you to decide which type of "evil" I am, because to be perfectly honest with you right now, I'm quite confused.

The reason I'm confused about what type of villain I am is because unlike many evildoers, if there's a code of ethic that I will follow as a supervillain, it will be (wait for it... wait for it...) to still remain a follower of God while I do so. *audience bursts into uncontrollable laughter*

Yes, yes, I know that it sounds crazy, but I will not commit any mortal sins as a supervillain ("mortal sins", for those of you who don't know, are sins that COMPLETELY break your bond with God. Just search it up on the Internet if you're curious). In summary, that means I'll still stay a follower of God, but with ONE exception (I mean, how else would you stay a supervillain?):
  1. As a supervillain, I'll participate in heists, raids, and other operations that involve stealing. So this means I'll probably focus on being a major underworld figure for being the mastermind behind various bank heists, convoy assaults, warehouse raids, etc.
My main goal as a supervillain is to live a luxurious life, and I'll resort to any means in order to become one of the richest dudes (of course, with the exception of not committing any mortal sins with the exception of anything related to stealing) in the city's underbelly.

We'll talk more about this in the next post. Until then, See ya!

Friday, October 9, 2015

What Happens Next

It's amazing how the world works, isn't it? It's an ongoing cycle of life (I would say “endless”, but then again, I doubt that we humans would last forever on this world due to the theories about the eventual but inevitable apocalypse and $#!+) that really is just a “rinse and repeat” sequence of events that keep the world going.

You guys might be wondering, “J, just stop talking in circles and speak straight already.”, so let me just get to my small “deduction”. I'm talking about the life cycle of humans in the world and their roles in it. Last night, my dad and I had a discussion about the types of people in the world. The gist of it was, there were two main types of people in this world: the “consumers” and the “producers”.

The consumers, hence the name, are people who consume products made by the producers. For instance, consumers are video gamers, whilst the video game producers are the producers, hence the name (YouTubers are a special class all by themeselves: they're producers who make money by being consumers (to be fair, they DO have to put in work into the quality of their videos), which is a job a hardcore gamer can only DREAM of having).

The daily life of the entire world is like a food chain: producers create the products which consumers, well, consume (what else? Throw away?), whilst the consumers put these products to good use, as they should (by buying the products, they're already putting the product to good use. Praise consumerism and our dependence on small, insignificant everyday products designed to fulfill our unnecessary wants and needs). In a world where everyone's a producer and nobody buys these insignificant products, the world would probably be in total anarchy by now, because nobody is making any money since they're all busy making $#!+ for other people.

But of course, this isn't to be used as an excuse by consumers to lie around the house beside their Doritos stash (copyright infringement coming in 3...2...1...) and their cable TVs/gaming consoles. Thankfully, you can be a producer and a consumer at the same time. A guy who works at a local Burger King restaurant is free to buy a serving of enchiladas at the Taco Bell next door at any time. And for some reason, according to my family, this consumer/producer thing is a serious issue I've been plagued with over the course of the past few years (or more accurately, ever since I discovered how to have fun).

I'm a consumer. According to me, I'm happy to be one, as long as I have a steady source of income to supply my wants and needs (and trust me, that is NOT much to ask for, unless you call food and water, a shelter, a steady source of income, broadband Internet connection and a laptop the wishes of a millionaire). But a question my family keeps on asking me is, “what are you gonna produce?”. The answer to the question has been discovered, but I have trouble telling it to the rest of the world.

Acording to my dad, I'm not gonna go anywhere fast if I don't start to “do something that will benefit my future”, and has gone to insane lengths to get this point through. I don't know if I'm doing something wrong or if I'm just not showing it, but the message I'm getting seems to be something along the lines of “you're a lazy-ass piece of crap who stares at the computer every second of spare time you get, and you're future ain't looking too bright unless you stop having fun and start doing something that'll contribute to your adult life.”

Now I don't know if this means that I'll be homeless if I don't “start doing something with my life” or if it means that I just won't get a high-paying job later down the line. What I want for my future isn't something I'd call a luxury (compare it to the higher class people who have a high-paying job and a family), unless you're living in a homeless camp in some desolate area in the city. Now the question is that if I continue on like this, am I on the road to living the life I asked for (go back two paragraphs and refer to that as my future life's “wishlist”) or am I on the road that will lead me into a hobo encampment under some bridge? That's what I want to know. I know that, and I can live the rest of my life a happy man. Amen to that. Seriously.

Sunday, September 13, 2015

Crossing the Line

Over the years, in my childhood, I have relied on my imagination to keep myself entertained. To prevent myself from getting bored, to think of many things that other people may not have (or come to think of it, think of things that are entertaining. Frankly, I couldn't give two $#!+$ whether whatever entertaining thing I do is original or not. As long as it allows me to have fun, originality doesn't really matter anymore).

But one day I came across this game called "The Stanley Parable". This game was about an average man who had a boring life, but an amazingly creative mind, in which he made such great daydreams that he would sometimes even forget which world he currently was in; the world he created or the real one? This made me reconsider my life, and how much I used my imagination in my daily life. To make it a bit clearer, here's a transcript of a description of Stanley's life and the troubling fact about being lost in a world that you created, and not knowing which world is the real one or the one you've made up.

Here we go...
The Story of the Death of a Man named Stanley
"This is a very sad story about the death of a man named Stanley. Stanley is quite a boring fellow. He has a job that demands nothing of him, and every button that he pushes is a reminder of the inconsequential nature of his existence. Look at him there, pushing buttons, doing exactly what he's told to do. Now, he's pushing a button. Now, he's eating lunch. Now, he's going home; now, he's coming back to work. One might even feel sorry for him, except that he's chosen this life. But in his mind - ah, in his mind he can go on fantastic adventures. From behind his desk, Stanley dreamed of wild expeditions into the unknown, fantastic discoveries of new lands. It was wonderful. And each day that he returned to work was a reminder that none of it would ever happen to him.

And so he began to fantasize about his own job. First he imagined that one day, while at work, he stepped up from his desk to realize that all of his co-workers, his boss, everyone in the building, had suddenly vanished off the face of the Earth. The thought excited him terribly. So, he went further. He imagined that he came to two open doors, and that he could go through either. At least, choice! It barely even mattered what lay behind each door - the mere thought that his decisions would mean something was almost too wonderful to behold.

As he wandered through this fantasy world, he began to fill it with many possible paths and destinations. Down one path lay an enormous round room with monitors and mind controls, and down another was a yellow line that weaved in many directions, and down another was a game with a baby. And he called it, The Stanley Parable. It was such a wonderful fantasy, and so in his head, he relived it again, and then again, and again, over and over, wishing beyond hope that it would never end, that he would always feel this free. Surely there's an answer down some new path - mustn't there be? Perhaps if he played just one more time.

But there is no answer. How could there possibly be? In reality, all he's doing is pushing the same buttons he always has. Nothing has changed. The longer he spends here the more invested he gets, the more he forgets which life is the real one. And I'm trying to tell him this: that in this world he can never be anything but an observer. That as long as he remains here he's slowly killing himself. But he won't listen to me. He won't stop. Here, watch this. Stanley, the next time the screen asks you to push a button, do not do it.

You see? Can he just not hear me? How can I tell him in a way that he'll understand that every second he remains here, he's electing to kill himself? How can I get him to see what I see? How can I make him look at himself? I suppose I can't - not in the way I want him to. But I don't make the rules - I simply play to my intended purpose, the same as Stanley. We're not so different, I suppose. I'll try once more to convey all this to him; I'm compelled to, I must. Perhaps, well, maybe this time he'll see. Maybe this time. And I tried again, and Stanley pushed a button. And I tried again, and Stanley pushed a button. And I tried again, and Stanley pushed a button..."
End of Transcript
So to summarize, Stanley is a troubled man who may have relied too much on his imagination to get himself out of the sticky situations in life. But the more he fantasizes, the more he fades away from real life, the more invested he gets in the life he created, the more he... Ah you get the damn idea just reread the transcript.

My point is, after reading this, I started to seriously reconsider my life and how much I "escape" from it. How much will it affect my real life? That's one question I have yet to discover.

Sunday, September 6, 2015

Euphoria (Part 2)

Well, it's been a while since the last post. Fortunately for you guys, I think I still have in my mind the content I was about to share with you guys. You remember the last post? About how somebody can actually change the way they think so even if they end up with a boring, crappy office job and a rented apartment room that they call "home", they can still be happier than some people who live in massive mansions in the city, with the wealthiest gadgets and whatnot (for those of you wealthy people who are reading this out there, do know that I'm not judging, but I'm trying to merely make a point. But hey, feel free to hate if you want, it's not like I can stop it).

So last we left off, I told you guys about an Animus, which is pretty much a virtual-reality experience that acts as both a video game and a tool for learning history (just check the Assassin's Creed database. Sorry you're gonna have to search the query and do all that searching $#!+ yourself, I'm still a bit traumatized about what happened recently in my blog regarding these weird notifications that have been popping up in my blog lately). This is probably the best thing that can happen in my life, in the extremely rare, wildly unlikely chance that it'd happen. All I need left is a shelter, food and water, and a constant flow of money to keep the essential resources I've said above going, and I'm set for life.

Right now I'm aiming for a decent life (I've decided that being rich is just gonna take too much work, and it'll increase my reputation, which is NOT something I want to happen to me, as I'll explain in a few paragraphs). OK house, good food (I'm not really thinking about a can of caviar and a prime ribeye steak per day, but you get what I mean by "good food". Something you can get from the supermarket everyday, a visit to a restaurant every few days, you get the damn idea), a laptop, and primo Wi-Fi (AKA broadband Internet connection). That's my definition of a good life. The less things I have to worry about, the better things are for me (and my gradually degrading sanity, not to mention). Which, by the way, is also another reason why I'm still confused on whether or not to have a family or not. Ah, screw it. That stuff can wait for a few years.

I should probably talk about social status now. What should my reputation be to reach a euphoric life? After many years of wondering, I have finally decided that if possible, I should probably stay incognito for, I dunno, say, my entire life (I can hear you screaming at me now, "JASON WHY IN THE NAME OF DOG WOULD YOU WANNA BE INCOGNITO YOU DUMB @$$#0!&?!"). Well, dear reader, here's my reason. The main reason I don't want to have people going around saying, "Hey, it's Jason, that guy who (insert awesome act here)!" is because there is a LOT of things that they can say about me. Spoiler alert: Not all of them may be good.

But unfortunately, that's all the time we have today. I'll write again soon, and until then, this is goodbye. See ya until then!