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I AM Liberty Show: Technology and Humanity/the ROBO sapian

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There is no denying that we are who we are today because of the magic of technology. In 65 years technological innovation has simply exploded. Every piece of equipment has been recreated and improved upon. Even some parts of our own bodies have been manipulated and fixed due to these incredible technologies. For that we must applaud those who have pushed hard to go beyond the human limits.

So what’s the inverse? Well, since technology is so very effective and efficient it’s no surprise that it’s EVERYWHERE. Many of us share a workspace with more electronics than people. This has had mental and physical effects on those who live that lifestyle. To me there is no reset more clear than getting away from screens and noise. Mountain tips help you realize that no matter how many pixels you have they can’t compete with a deep look at the milky way. Escaping into the woods allowing your body to fight for balance and your eyes to see great distance is necessary.

The idea that technology is our end is foolish. However, to follow it blindly could not only prove problematic but could completely change our species. So much about the human animal is communal. Do we see the end of that with things like virtual reality? How about to robotic prostheses that are better than actual arms or legs? Tonight I want to talk about the Techno Sapian or the human/technology balance. We all have to work hard to achieve a harmony between the advantages of technology and those things that make us human.

How does this relate to peppers? Are there peppers out there with bobs full of electro gadgets sure. Still, I wouldn’t venture into unknown woods without some sort of GPS. So what’s the answer. Balance. Let’s talk about what that means on the I AM Liberty Show.

Tom Locke: Surviving Today XXIII

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  • A point of no return

The woods were opening up before them. The sun was creeping up the mountain behind them and in between was a military cloaked by a religion. America was in the crosshairs of that army tonight and it was up to Tom Locke and Najair to make that info known. If they failed small armies of militant Muslims would stream into American neighborhoods tonight. While they slept their doors would be broken in and the the first great land attack on American soil would begin. If allowed it would be nothing short of a massacre and the infidel would not be given the option to convert.

As the two of them rushed towards the opening in the woods and hopefully towards some answers Tom looked up through the trees. The scarlet sunrise was an ominous premonition to him though still glorious. He realized it could be his last. There were thin blades of clouds miles up that seemed to be cutting sparse sun rays into the sky. As the sun neared the mountain top fiery oranges and deep reds gave way to gold and cool blues. The birth of this giant day in history started with a bang.

The leaves began to thin and beyond the woods there was another road. The bright colors of advertisements and homes began to peak through as well. Tom’s heart pounded harder with a moderate elation. He knew the demons on his tail would rip through a neighborhood without impunity. Still, there was hope.

Mayfair was ahead of Tom and as the final down hill slope gave way to civilization three forms took shape. Three men waited at the trails exit. Three men in light military gear with their heads covered in black masks. The man between the other two held an AK-47 at his side. The two men stood with handguns at their sides. They hadn’t surrounded the store. Instead they set up a much wider perimeter. That had captured Tom and Najair in their net. Or so he thought.

Slowing his stride a bit Tom was trying to figure a way out of this mess. To his surprise Najair only increased his stride and hollered out in a vicious voice, “ALLAH AKBAR!” The men raised their weapons but a bullet leveled the man with the rifle quickly and Najair pounced another. In awe Tom picked up a large rock and hurled it at the other gunman. It hit his right shoulder just before a shot rang out and missed Najair. Instinctively Tom was on top of this man in an instant.

As the two men wrestled their opponents it became very clear what made up a true Muslim warrior. Najair was prepared to die today and Tom had to be too. Despite their disagreements in religion it was clear whatever universal God turkey existed was shining on these two men today.

Now Tom had an AK!

“Bright red clouds at sun rise” by Simon Eugster –Simon 15:40, 7 Apr 2005 (UTC) – Own work. Licensed under CC BY-SA 3.0 via Wikimedia Commons –

The Weasle on the Woodpecker’s Back

I awake this morning and for some unknown reason I decided to turn on the local news and I see 5 lost souls staring back at me. They are all sitting in a row like some sort of freakish firing squad staring at me. Begging me to leave their news station on so they may get paid. For a brief second I pity them as they metamorphosis in my eyes again from lost souls to puppets. They are puppets and only their top halves are shown above the desk. Their faces are covered by synthetic makeups to cover who they really are. God knows no one can make it in local news with a solid opinion.

Finally I get to the crux of what it is the 5 news anchors are talking about. In London, the land of Jihadi John, someone took a picutre of a weasle rididing a woodpecker. A land where the most popular boy name is Muhammad, fact, they are out taking pictures of weasles and birds.

No better the American public is eating the stuff up like tres leches cake. We are busy arguing over the color of a dress on social media and which running back should go to which football team, Madonna fell, and the only villians in our land are those mean men with badges. The only coarse words the public has are for the few men that protect us all.

Meanwhile, Hillary Clinton has been diverting emails in the same way the IRS, no doubt, was through a personal email account in her home. This protects her from producing those emails when

The president wants all your money to pay for the health care of the criminal that is suing the police for doing their job. He wants your guns. He is taking your bullets. He was too busy to listen to one of the greatest leaders on the planet speak.

Wheres that leave you? You toil. Day in and day out you work your ass off to make it in America, pardon me, to make America. You are like a woodpecker in that regard digging food out of a dead oak to feed your family. You too have a weasel digging its claws into your back. I will let you decide who that is.

Tom Locke: Surviving Today XX

Our World turns each and every moment. It turns and the sun rises and falls. It turns yet we don’t notice it. It took radical, criminal thought from Galileo for man to grasp this concept. Mostly because we simply don’t notice it. If it took us 20 minutes each morning to adjust to the earths spinning perhaps it would have been discovered much earlier.

Tom Locke looked on and realized this takeover was similar to the spinning of the earth. The rise and fall of a radicalism, a radicalized religion. It was just a shadow in the night. Deaths by the thousands but oceans and seas away. The media proclaimed “this is not Islam!” and “small lone wolf attacks” words like “organization” and “shooter” and “groups” laced the airwaves. These words and the actions of a bought political system assured that the American people were completely unaware that the earth was spinning on a sceptre sharpened for the infidel.

“I don’t care if this hot dog were made out of ground up children. It has to be the best meal I have ever had,” Tom proclaimed in the soft light of the gas station convenient store.

“Local pigs and cows from a farm down the hill. Much better than your typical quick stop hot dog, huh?” The owner, who became known as Ali, spoke proudly.

“This structure,” Tom looked around the small store while swigging a root beer, “This is gift from god.”

Najair said nothing and worked on a small bag of fruit and nut granola. He drank a sports drink and though they didn’t exchange words he could feel Tom’s eyes on him every once and a while. If he had to guess what Tom was thinking it would sound something like this, “just eat some damn pork! Some fatty pork that can induce cardiac arrest! We may be Washington Irving characters before the day is out!’ This made him smirk a bit as he chewed on a handful of almonds.

This calm that had fallen over the group was only temporary. Still it was certainly necessary. There had been no time to counter all they had been through tonight. Still sleepless the two men would just have to push through this.

“We must dig for the militias, social media and only news outlets we can trust. This is not a great war room so we will have to relocate. They will be down the mountain soon asking questions.”

“Do they just run this area? They come down out of them mountain like dictators?”

“The cops are afraid of them, Tom. When we contact the Feds they never show. Its been this way a while. I talk to several communities in the country that are in the same boat. We will be hit the hardest. They are going to come down that mountain like a tidal wave.”

The four of them sat in the dimly lit convenient store and mulled over processed foods and soft drinks. They were looking for an answer. For the answer.



Hessian Slaughter and Trivial Holiday Woes

There has been one chapter of history that I simply cant get out of my head as this season winds down. Listening to people languish about family, returns, and life in America in general I can’t help but draw a comparison.

I think of George Washington and the Continental Army crossing the icy waters of the Delaware to surprise and slay the Hessians in what was no doubt a battle ruled by hand to hand combat. A vicious battle just one day after Christmas.

Its the 28th and I have to imagine while we are busy talking about our in laws there still men cleaning German blood off their blades knowing there were much worse battles to come. I can’t get this off my mind so I thought I would bring it to you folks this morning. Below is the sonnet written by David Shulman  in 1936 by David Shulman


A hard, howling, tossing water scene.
Strong tide was washing hero clean.
“How cold!” Weather stings as in anger.
O Silent night shows war ace danger!

The cold waters swashing on in rage.
Redcoats warn slow his hint engage.
When star general’s action wish’d “Go!”
He saw his ragged continentals row.

Ah, he stands – sailor crew went going.
And so this general watches rowing.
He hastens – winter again grows cold.
A wet crew gain Hessian stronghold.

George can’t lose war with’s hands in;
He’s astern – so go alight, crew, and win

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