Saturday, July 30, 2016

The False Awakens

There has been an awakening. Can you feel it? What you feel you cannot explain. Yet it is there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad. What has been dormant in the depths of my mind can no longer be contained.

I know it's a cliché to drop movie quotes into a blog post but there is a reason for that, as there is a reason for everything. To quote Star Wars and the Matrix seems most appropriate to explain the war going on in my head.

I can feel it. The force. It's energy surrounds us. It binds us. I can feel it pulling me in. To the dark side, or to the light, I have yet to discover which. But it is there nonetheless, tugging at my soul, moving me into a place where I told myself I would not revisit. This blog. This curse. It consumes me, holding my reality hostage, stripping me of all that which makes me feel alive. This blog once consumed me, everything I am. It put a strain on my marriage. It distorted reality.  It turned me into something I am not. Now it calls to me once again. And I'm frightened.

What is the Matrix? Control. A false reality designed to turn a human being into this...

I realize that in the movie human beings are being turned into batteries, not sheep. But in this case, sheep seems more accurate.

The Matrix. It is real. Not in the sense that you may think. Though plausible, we are not jacked into some computer generated dream world, as depicted in the movie. But our eyes are being blinded from the truth. The world around us is not as it seems. I know this to be true. I've felt it my whole life. Some of you may have too.

The force is real, but not in the sense you may think. Though plausible, there are not light sabre wielding warriors with telekinetic powers out there fighting an epic space battle. But someone has used the old Jedi mind trick on the world. "These aren't the droids you're looking for. Move along." 

It's all real. The force is an energy that moves through all living things. It binds us together. I've felt it. Some of you may have too. A deep connection with the world around you. I've talked to trees. I've listened to them, heard their stories. Swayed with them. I understand them well. They are magnificent beings. Though I fear not enough people console the trees. 

Dogs are wonderful creatures too. They are great for those just beginning their journey towards understanding the force. Surely some of you have had a deep, profound connection with a dog before? To look deep within its those sad but loving eyes. To know its feel its pain. To feel its power. To be at one with the dog. 

There has been an awakening. And I'm afraid. I've felt it. The anger. The disconnect. The frustration. It's all there, like a splinter in my mind, driving me mad.

What I know I cannot explain. But I've felt my entire life. There are forces out there, evil forces, that have the shades pulled over our eyes, blinding us from the truth.

The dark side, it's creeping in. When I was active on this blog I let it consume me. My world revolved around being Workingdan. I isolated myself. Shut out my loved ones. Poured out my heart into this blog, leaving my soul naked and exposed. And so I ran, vowing to never come back.

Yet, here I am. Gravitated towards that in which I fought so hard to resist. I have endlessly searched the deepest recesses of my mind to understand what pulls me into this dark place.

Is it social media? This has had such an impact on the course of man, and how we interact with each other. It is a disturbance in the force. It has created a disconnect with all that makes us human. Too many people now have a voice. It is a platform to spread anger and hate into this world. People say and do things on social media that they otherwise would never say or do out in the real world. I'm no exception.

Social media has disrupted the balance of the force. Instead of feeling the force flow through us, we are colliding with each other. We have become detached from each other. Divided. It has given us all a voice, and has taken our voice away. It's madness.

Perhaps it is politics that have invoked these feelings I have tried so hard to suppress. Anger. I look at the governments of the world. I see through them. The lies. The corruption. The constant barrage of propaganda pouring out through our tv screens, through social media, through all our wonderful devices and gadgets they have given us.

They dictate every aspect of our lives, down to the foods we eat, what we do in our bedrooms, who we pray to. They tell us what to think, how to feel, what to dream for. We are slaves.

We. Are. Slaves. We are born into it. We are programmed at birth to be a part of a system. "There are fields, Neo, endless fields where we are no longer born, we are grown."

Go to school, get an education, get a job, and achieve the American dream, they tell us. More like subject yourselves to our programming, and go out there and be a good slave.

Try as we may to be individuals, we are merely numbers. A product. We provide services to a power we don't understand. We give into that system until we expire. In our wake we leave behind a new generation of product and services.

We live in an age of information. But how do we determine if that information is real? What if the information that we have was put out there to deceive us? To blind us from the truth?

The great deception. It's driving us all into madness. We seek answers that nobody can answer. Is God real? Or are we deceived into believing so as a means of control? Sure, some things happen that could be dubbed as miracles. But are they really miracles? Or just more deceptions? Like magicians for instance. There is no such thing as magic, only elaborate deceptions.

We ask questions with no definitive answers. All we have are theories, riddled with false information. But why do we ask ourselves such questions?

There has been an awakening. Can you feel it? Something is not right with this world. You know it to be true. You've felt it your entire life. Like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.

You want to resist the power it has over you. But you don't know how. All you know is that you have to go to work in the morning. If you don't, you won't have enough money to provide for your family. You have all these activities you must accomplish throughout each and every day, because you've been told that you must live a busy life. Get your kids to school, take them to ball practice, and then games. Buy things. Buy lots of things that occupy your time. Things that distract you from what's going on in the world around you. Yes, spend. Consume. That is your purpose.

You can feel it. When you go to work. When you go to church. When you pay your taxes. The world is not what it seems.

They say knowledge is power. This may be true in some instances. For me, it is a curse. It deprives me of human emotion. The more I know, the less alive I feel. It forces me into a world of isolation. I know I'm not alone, yet I have never felt so lonely.

We all have felt the disturbance in the force. But we do not act on it. We have become complacent, content with going about our day pretending all is well. So long as we are still alive, that's all that matters.

More and more people are waking up to these harsh truths we face. But frustration sets in because we have developed a counterproductive way to expose these truths to the posting our frustrations on social media, sending our complaints out into a digital void where they are harvested, distorted, and then regurgitated back into the world as a false narrative.

We have exposed ourselves, given away our weaknesses. We have tipped our hands to the enemy, informing them of what fears they can play off of when they pump us full of their mind-controlling propaganda.

The balance of the force favors the dark side.

There has been an awakening. Can you feel it?

Thursday, November 13, 2014

Man Shaming

The other day I discovered a new trend that seems to be going around on the Internet. I know, when isn't something trending on the web, right? Anyways, this particular trend kinda got to me. It struck a nerve. It felt like a low blow. It angered me.

Now before we passionately delve into discussion on this topic with gusto, I think I should make one thing clear right now. I am not some anti-feminist looking to raise hell, hating on women, and gearing up for some movement. But I will say this, there are some dumb ass women out there giving you girls a bad name. That bad name, more often than not, when applied directly, comes out the mouth as none other than "bitch".

Now ladies, don't you get your panties in a wad. I know you're all just sitting there saying "Did he just call me a....?"

No. No, I did not.

Just some of you.

Back to the trend. They are calling it "social experiments". I, on the other hand, just call it what it shaming. I encountered this video where a girl pretends to be drunk in public and is seeking help getting home. Keep in mind this girl is smoking hot and suggestively dressed in a tiny summer dress. I'm sure you can imagine how it went down. Please watch the video and see for yourself.....It's okay, I'll wait.

Now as a man, after viewing that I was offended. Why? Well let's start, the bitch set out for the sole purpose of soliciting such behavior. I mean really, you're going to get what you're asking for. Now you tell me, as a guy, if a girl that hot stumbles up to you, demanding your attention, are you not going to be like "Damn girl! You fine!" and possibly make a pass at her?

No, she got exactly what she was after. It could very well have been staged as well. There was an instance or 2 where watching by-standers had their phones out, as if ready to call the cops. So what, you say? What's the big deal? Well the big deal is this...they had their phones out ready to call the police because what they were witnessing is not normal. Just think about it. They are in Hollywood, the slum capitol of the world, those people are used to seeing some of the strangest behavior. What they saw could be something that just doesn't happen, it simply isn't normal. Why else would they have their phones out ready to call the cops for a guy hitting on a girl? Just some food for thought.

Another thing that irks me is how the video is edited, as if only showing the ones where she gets hit on. She was there all day putting on the same act, where are the ones who were sincerely trying to help her find the bus? You damn well know that there were some people who didn't show the predatory behavior that she was seeking. Where were all those people? If this is indeed a social experiment, then by all means, I beg you, please show us the facts so that we can make the comparison as to how many men, out of all the men who was encountered, demonstrated the predatory behavior.

Bitch, puhleeaase! You ain't fooling nobody!

And then there was another video I came across, which actually precedes the above video. Both videos have gone viral, by the way, which comes as no surprise being that stirring the pot on social and human rights issues is the new American way. In the next video a woman goes out to record cat calls, men hooting and hollering as she walks by. And where does she go to solicit these cat calls? Why it's in the streets of Manhattan, New York, of course! Now that itself is laughable! Go ahead and watch. Again, I'll wait...

Gee, let's just place ourselves among the thugs and  gangs and then cry about street harassment! In my opinion, most of those men were giving her compliments, telling her "God bless" and "have a nice day". How dare those men behave like such monsters!

But what these bitches fail to realize is that the roles could easily be reversed. Yep. Any man, with the proper editing tools and the proper environmental setting, can go make a video demonstrating just how cruel women can be, making them out to be the cold-hearted bitches that they are. And to prove it, I conducted an experiment of my own.

I decided to go to the local Walmart parking lot, pretending to be drunk and in need of a ride home. The results of the experiment went just as expected. Observe....

You see how easy it was to turn the tables on the women? They are very rude, damn near psychotic towards the kindest and most sincere men. Take that, bitches!

I just want to know the motive behind all this. What do they hope to accomplish? Why do they want to make all men out to be horrible people? Is it because they had a bad experience with a man, thus making ALL men monsters by default? Can one bad man really ruin it for us all?

In order for the human race to survive, man and woman must co-exist and procreate. It makes me wonder if this war on men is part of an elaborate scheme to bring this world to an end.

***Breaking news***
Women of the world have boycotted all men. All couples have separated and nobody is having sex. Scientists predict that without any new life being born, the last of the human race will die off in approximately 93 years.

Maybe these women are just bored. Maybe they are just looking for something to fight for. I don't know what exactly, being that the women's rights movement has been over for a long time. It's over ladies, you won. You can stop fighting now. If it's a fight you want, fight Washington. They're the ones tearing down society.

Or maybe, just maybe, this all ties into the PC craze that's still in full force, and growing stronger. Maybe it's a political ploy. It could be another distraction, planted into the minds of women, to keep the nation fighting amongst ourselves, keeping us divided.

It doesn't matter what the reason is, really. I just want it to stop. Not all men are the predators these videos make us out to be. We already knew that there are some bad people out there. Don't act so surprised to actually get the behavior that you, yourself, set out to solicit. I'm talking to you, fake girl! You're fake drunkenness and your fake boobies ain't fooling anybody.

Let this be a future lesson for men. When you're out in public and a drunk girl comes up to you, don't fall for it!
Never mind that the girl is drop-dead gorgeous. Forget the fact that it is wired into your DNA to mate with beautiful women. According to the videos it is not OK to try to get with a girl that you find attractive. Primal instincts must be discarded. Approaching women is forbidden.

I find this whole ordeal to be entirely absurd. These women have gone too far. Whether they are pushing some agenda or are just seeking publicity, they have crossed the line. And now people all across the nation are in an uproar. Are you happy with yourselves now, ladies?

We have made our stance. Chalk one up for the guys! Your move, bitches!

*end rant*

I am Workingdan and I have spoken.

The first video has been made private. Aparently the makers of the video couldn't handle all the bad publicity it was getting. Try this one...

This video was published by the same people of the first, only it has been retitled as "Drunk girl in public prank!!!

This confirms all suspicions that this was staged. It only goes to show how low some women will go in order to label all men as pigs.

Monday, November 10, 2014

Dog Eat Dog; Based on a True Story

I want you all to get re-acquainted with this dog so I'm posting an old story, a Workingdan classic. There are updates regarding the fate of this dog which I haven't had time to write up yet. Please enjoy...again (for some of you)

Blake wasn't always a stray dog. He once had a home and a family with kids and other pets to play with. There was a lot of love in that household, at least for the first couple years. As he would wander about, searching for his next meal, he often would think of those times and he would miss it. And every time he thought of those happy memories wrath would swell up inside him. He was angry at what led him to where he was today... a stray dog, abandoned and left in the middle of nowhere.

And even though he was angry, deep down Blake always hoped that one day he would find his way home. He could forgive them if he could just come home. Anything was better than living on the streets. Even the thought of how terrible things were just before they dropped him off on a county road in the middle of nowhere was more welcome than being a nobody's dog. 

Blake still can't understand how this came to be. There was so much love in that family, he just couldn't understand why such good people would do this to him. He spent countless hours contemplating on where he went wrong. Or was it his masters who went wrong? He longed to know.

Blake was born the biggest of the litter, a stout little fellow, solid and heavy. He always used it to his advantage, bullying his way to front of the pack, taking more than his fair share. He knew how to throw his weight around, knocking the other pups down to be the first in line. He carried most of his weight in his rear end and he would swing it out like a little wrecking ball to plow his way through whatever stood in his way.

Blake was also an incredibly cute puppy and he knew it, giving him an even greater advantage over the rest of the litter. When potential owners came to visit they picked him up first, not because he bullies his way to the front but because he was so stinking cute. He was the top dog and he knew it. And pride washed over him.

When he at last was taken to a knew home he was greeted by another dog who had already been with the family for seven years. There was also 2 kids to play with and 2 cats to torment. But one thing he quickly realized was how he had to compete for attention. Jonesy, the other dog who had already established himself as the top dog in the house, seemed to get the most attention. Blake envied the veteran dog at how much attention he got.

Boredom set in as he got little attention so he would spend his time eating and laying around. And he continued to gain more weight, and it still went to his rear end. There would be times when the kids would want to play with him and play he would but he would quickly grow tired and he would flop on the floor in the middle of playing and take a nap. Oftentimes his movements would be slow and meticulous, like that of a sloth. When they called his name he would only raise his head and stare instead of coming to them.

And he ate some more. Blake felt that if Jonesy is to get all the attention then he is to get all the food. If there was food in the dish, he would eat it. If there was water in the bowl he drank it. Blake then thought while he's at it he should eat the cat's food too. If he could starve them out he would be the top dog again. His greed for all the food would cause fights with the other animals whenever their masters put food in the dish.

And the dog grew some more, still packing all the weight in the trunk. "Move it you fat ass!" or "Get off me you fat fuck!" were words commonly used by his masters towards him. He liked the attention though and so he would always flop on his masters just so they would yell at him and push him off. But they soon grew accustomed to his weight laying on them so he had to find a new way to get attention.

A dog has needs but the only females in the house were either feline or human and so his only option was to hump Jonesy. He was male but at least he was a dog. This served as a double bonus because he could fulfill his doggy needs while venting his frustration on the dog he both admired and despised. It was awkward and not very satisfying at first but he soon had a lust for Jonesy and would hump him whenever he came near.

But the excitement would wear off as it often does with any relationship and Blake grew bored of Jonesy. He continued to seek the attention of his masters so he would dig through the trash and make a mess. They would smack his fat ass and throw him outside. It hurt at first but after a while he began to like it. He was a real glutton for punishment. But his owners wised up and put the trashcan behind closed doors and so the attention came to an end.

He then took to humping the cats to pass the time until a new way to get attention came along. Humping the cats did get him a little bit. "Blake! You sick fucking dog! Stop it!" his owners would yell just before kicking him away from the cats. But the abuse just wasn't the same. His owners didn't seem to be too angry with him since he wasn't making a mess.

Blake thought that if the adults won't give him what he wants maybe the kids will. He tried to chew up their their toys to make them angry with him. This plan backfired however, as the kids seemed to have more toys than they know what to do with and so they didn't mind donating a few toys for him to chew on. He had to find new ways to make a mess.

Chewing toys just wasn't cutting it so he chewed on other things like dishes or other various household items he could get his paws on.

Blake took his attention-seeking methods to a whole new level when he began hiking his leg and urinating in various spaces in the house. He figured while he was at he would leave land mines in strategic spots, insuring detonation by any non-suspecting victims. This enraged his owners and they would rub his nose in it, smack his fat ass, and throw him outside. And it was good.

Blake especially liked it when it was the man of the house who would carry out the punishment, for it was he who hit the hardest. Sometimes Blake would growl and bite at him to anger him even more and solicit a few bonus kicks, and every time he kicked him his foot landed true on the dog's fat ass. Sometimes his master would kick him all the way out the door. And Blake loved every second of it.

Blake liked to milk things for what they were worth. When he was outside he would scratch at the back door, signifying he was ready to come in. But when they opened the door to let him in he would just sit there and blankly stare at him. They would gently call for him, "Come here Blake! Come on boy!" and he remained still, staring. They would then grab a bag of treats and shake it at him to try to lure him in and still he did not budge. Then they would then change their tone and yell at him "Dammit Blake! Get inside now! Go! Move it you fucking fat ass!" and still the dog held his blank stare. Finally they would step out to manually escort him inside and Blake would lay down on his back. The scooted him along with their feet, subtle at first but then more aggressively as he offered up more resistance. Blake's favorite part was that one final kick that would send him spinning across the kitchen floor.

Blake missed that family, the abuse. He still couldn't believe they had dumped him though. They just didn't seem like those kind of people. He often heard them talk about getting rid of him and every time they had that conversation he heard them say "If we get rid of Blake we gotta make sure he goes to a good home, where he will get attention." It just didn't make sense to Blake and it left him searching for answers.

And then one day those answers came. It happened while he was nosing through a bag of Taco Bell he found on the side of the road. A white car was approaching so he cautiously moved to the side to wait for it to pass. It was coming slow at first but then when it got closer it sped up and swerved towards him. Blake jumped out of the way, narrowly escaping death. As the car sped away he got a good look at the bumper and the sticker that was on it. It read: "IF REDNECKS GET DIVORCED ARE THEY STILL SIBLINGS?"

In the car's wake Blake caught a familiar scent and instinctively began to chase after the car. It was a funky odor that he knew he had smelled before, but from where he could not remember. All he knew was that he didn't like that smell. There was no way he could keep up with the car but still he tried. And then all of a sudden it hit him. He remembered where he knew that smell from, it was those fucking neighbors, the ones who had painted him.

And then he remembered that it was them who dumped him in the middle of nowhere, not his owners. Images flashed through his mind as he recalled the day he was lost. The bumper sticker on the car that he had read as he was pissing on the bumper, the neighbors coming at him with a bag and scooping him up, being violently tossed into the car and then later getting thrown from the car while it was still moving, the countless hours he spent in a ditch trying to escape from the bag.

Anger swelled inside of Blake when he remembered was those bastards had done to him and he ran even faster, keeping the car in his sight. He knew there was no way he could catch up to the car but still he ran, fueled by rage. He was giving up hope when the car was now a couple miles ahead of him, fading in the distance, about to go over a hill to disappear forever. Then all of a sudden it seemed to turn into a driveway, just before the hill. With hope restored, Blake ran hard, like never before.

At last he came to the driveway, and sure enough there the car was, parked near a trailer that had seen better days, surrounded by trash and overgrown weeds and grass. Blake came to a stop to plan his next move. Then he noticed there was something familiar with his surroundings. He looked around some more and then he saw it, his home. He was so focused on catching the car that he simply didn't noticed that he ran right past his home.

Blake's heart was lifted and he let out a bark of relief. He dismissed his pursuit of the car, their time was coming, but for now he had a family to reunite with. He ran to the back door and scratched it, just like he used to. The door opened and there stood his master. With his tail wagging furiously, Blake sat and blankly stared at him. It was good to be home.

*disclaimer* We do not abuse our dogs nor do we endorse the abuse of any animal. Parts of this story are fictionalized for dramatic effect.

Thank you for reading. Please stay tuned for updates regarding this cute and lovable dumb-ass dog.