The World is Actually Older Than the Internet

One of the things that I find the most annoying on the Internet today, is disinformation, and those that still believe anything they read, which usually just helps spread the confusion.

We are currently selling a shirt on our main website https://supershirtguy.com/ that Europeans have been wearing, for at least 14 years. I am actually selling the ones made by the original manufacturer.

So here I am putting this particular shirt on the Internet, and I find Three people all claiming they are the artist that has drawn it, and are all selling them on American websites, as the original.

Now I have to say here that I was recently spoken about on one of these Massive huge shirt company websites,  I don’t know if any of them are part of the company or not, and to be honest most of them didn’t like my selection of shirts, but that is fine, they are only made for cool people to wear anyhow.

Some though accused us of plagiarizing the art used on the shirt.

So to them I would like to say this.

First of all we only buy and resell the shirts we have nothing to do with the design right now.

Second of all your websites claim on the design is less than 5 years old, and this company I believe has been around for over 2 decades, and had this particular design over a decade already.

Third I am actually pretty sure They are the largest t-shirt store in the world, yours might be the biggest in America, but who knows you may even buy from these people for all I know.

Forth of all, The world is older than the Internet. Believe it or not being the first to stake claim to a picture you place on the Internet does not actually mean it didn’t exist before.

Corporate Hush Hush

I have been spending quite a bit of time on social bookmarking websites recently.

One of the sites I was using rhymes with Bigg, I wont post the actual name here because I do not wish for me to Ban my website from theirs.

Bigg is a websites where you submit links and other with similar interests are able to view them.

I was doing fairly well driving traffic to my main website and found it quite interesting to read all the important news stories as they broke.

I found I drove the most comments to my website by submitting comments about the articles. Whether people agreed or not, they did tend to click to view my profile, and then this website.

I found when I was on there quite a lot of corporate dis-information, and people were eating it up.

There were also quite a few shabby stories with very little facts but people tended to feel this justified their own opinions about things and voted them up.

I ended up becoming quite outspoken about the environment and got a lot of people that would pay attention to my posts. After a while for some reason even though I was only having five or so people that had read my comment so far, I was being voted down 15 to 20 times in a matter of minutes.

With the system of one vote per user per day, this is impossible.

These were negative votes that were being put on me by the bookmarking site.

My comments were pretty well researched, and I have been to places that are currently being destroyed by large corporations and had quite a bit to say. So even though I was being voted down. The people that followed me were voting me back up.

A lot of the companies that we were fighting against are actually advertisers on the website, and I guess Bigg being a commercial site, they felt I was going against their interests, and banned me, also deleting all my posts and comments for the entire site. Even though I often had the top Comment on some very popular articles.

It is sad that a large group of us was trying to point out the damage being done by large corporations to places like Sumatra, with the clear cutting and burring, this of course kills a lot of animals and causes large health problems for the millions of humans that live there. There are also cases of actual murder.

Anyhow I wont talk about it too much, I don’t live that far away from where this corporation has its headquarters and they are extremely well funded.

However I find it very sad about this corporate hush hush. These people are literally getting away with murder, and turning rain forests into deserts, not to mention the implications towards global warming, if carbon actually causes global warming. I am sure if Bigg dropped their advertising someone else would pick up the slack eventually. I guess they feel no responsibility to the world even though they are getting large enough to help shape it.

I hope one day I will be in a position to help the world like they are, I would use my power for the good of all, instead of just the good of my already enormous bank account.

Herding Thoery – Do People Herd ?

A long time ago someone asked me if I had ever heard of the hearding theory

I said I hadent and asked him what it was about, and he said. “People are like a Herd and follow one another”

Well at first I said No I dont really think so, but I kept thinking about it a bit and now say it is fairly true.

It doesn’t mean that everyone follows each other, just like a herd of cattle or horses, or sometimes even like lemmings . One follows a leader usualy.

You can apply that to social situations, work, school and especialy any uniformed positions.

Lets face it its easier to follow than break away and have no one follow you. In the work world sometimes breaking away just doesnt offer the money needed to keep yourself with food and shelter. So it pays to follow at least for a while.

I used to play quite a few online games like Everquest, Wow, City of Heroes, Conan, Lord of the Rings, and Guildwars. These are games you playover the internet with people from all over the world. You usualy have missions, sometimes very long ones, that you team up to try and conquer together. Teams used to get as large as 70 people at a time with Everquest. Missions were mostly led by one. During normal gameplay people would just join anyones group, because they didnt want to lead. It was too much effort even though they might be better at it.

I just looked this up on Wikipedia, I had to see if it was on there or not, and it is, here is their definition:

“Herd behavior describes how individuals in a group can act together without planned direction. The term pertains to the behavior of animals in herds, flocks, and schools, and to human conduct during activities such as stock market bubbles and crashes, street demonstrations, sporting events, religious gatherings, episodes of mob violence and even everyday decision making, judgment and opinion forming.”

Lets face it although we have great brain power, we are often too lazy to excersize it, this can sometimes, or often, lead to group stupidity where people think agreeing with the herd means they must be right and dont look at things from outside the box they have put themselves in.

The New Alpha On the Block

I am currently staying in a typical South East Asian Suburb, on a long road of small, European inspired concrete townhouses. The road appears quite green, with many small trees and plants lining the narrow little one way street, many of the trees grow fruits such as mangoes, oranges, bananas,  jack fruit,  and others I cant remember the name to. Most nights there is a tropical rain storm and, the road will  fill with frogs, who all seem to enjoy  hopping around happily on the wet pavement. After the roads have dried, many  cats will venture out from the dry  safety of their house gates, and go out to attend to their feline business. Many of the houses also have dogs, who stay within the house gates most of the day, with one exception, a particular dog who roams freely,  named Gong.

Gong

Gong is a fairly large dog, and was the king of the road until at least today. Today something happened, and Gong seemed to have  lost some of his turf.

Now when I say Gong is King of the Road, or as my son and I like to call this large dog, King Gong. It is because absolutely no one that Gong does not approve of is alowed to go down our road.

Our road is fairly busy with a lot of various types of traffic, we have guys on motorbikes who sell twelve different types of soup, there are guys  with full charcoal barbecue driving around, that will serve up five different types of  sausages, squid, or chicken with papaya salad there are guys that cut up fresh  fruits for you, guys with  coffee tea, hot chocolate, iced coffees , there are guys with shaved ice and all sorts of candy and flavorings,  as well as three or so ice cream visits each day. We have the flower sellers that sing with their great voices as they  walk down the road selling flowers that smell fantastic, even from up to twenty or so feet away. Pickup trucks full of organized fruit, vegetables, meat and fish driving down the road twice a day, post  men on their motorbikes, and people installing satellites and Internet connections, servicing air conditioners, or painting houses. There are also lots of residents on the little road, who walk to its end for food each day, or back and forward from school , or the bus, or maybe running to work and back in their motorcycles, cars or SUVs, each day.

Its a long busy road, and Gong is King.

If he doesn’t like you he will bark a few times to tell you to go away, if you don’t go away he will bark louder and all the other dogs will join in. On my road, mostly in the gates, there is a dog about every sixty feet or so. If you continue down the road gong will get off his lazy behind and do his work, barking loud with forty or so other excited dogs joining in. Some are little dogs like chihuahuas, and some are quite large, but Gong is their king.

Most new people just turn tail and leave when Gong decides they aren’t welcome, and steps into their path. I am sure if Gong wasn’t here we would have even more traffic. Thank goodness he lets in all the people he does, all the good food sellers that I love so much and the post man, and of course my son and me.

There is a German writer named Hans that visits family on this street every few months or so, he mentioned to me that he had written a piece about Gong in German travel book, something about how he knew the bad guys from the good guys by the sound of their walk down the road. Yes, tales of this dog have actually been published in print.

Gong is getting old now, he used to control about three square kilometers of turf, besides controlling our entire kilometer long street, he controls the one right of it, as well as across the overpass, and around a street or two there.

The other day I saw Gong going down the overpass, and there was another larger dog following him. It looked completely calm. Gong would stop now and then and bear his teeth to growl as the other dog, but would not attack, he walked about four feet at a time stopping to growl, but the other dog just followed like he didn’t care. All the way back to Gongs house, where Gong went inside and lay down, as the other dog walked past and down the road. Peeing all over Gongs Turf.

A week or so has passed since then, and today all the dogs were going nuts as this dog was again peeing right in front of Gongs house, as well as all the other dogs gates on that part of the road.

It looks like my road may have a new King. Too bad Gong is old, he sure kept us all safe. Maybe Gong will decide to show the other dog why he has lead for so many years, if not, I hope this new dog king is good hearted also.

Bathing Beauties

I have just returned from a relaxing visit to Ko Samet, Thailand with my girlfriend and son. I had been there before, but found myself greatly disoriented on arrival with all of the development over the years. As I was walking around looking for a place to stay  I met an English guy that had lived on the island for the last fifteen years, coincidentally, the last time I was on Ko Samet was also fifteen years ago.

I said to him, “This place has sure changed, I can’t recognize anything.”

To which he replied “People don’t come here the same way they did before, everyone now is on one week and two week vacations, and the people aren’t like the people that came here before either.”

I remembered back to the old Ko Samet,  most of the visitors back then were in their twenties, often many already months into their world travels, Samet was usually just a place people did a stop over to wait for a visa from an Embassy in Bangkok to go somewhere more remote. There was open pot smoking in the restaurants, the men were mostly long haired and unshaven, the majority of the women were topless, Frisbees were being tossed around, and the locals played soccer on the beach. Now it was mostly overweight clean shaven business people laying around trying to get a tan on lawn chairs while consuming alcohol.

One morning way back then, while waiting for my three hippie friends, a french lady, and two British ladies, to wake up and join me for breakfast on the beach, I wrote the following poem:

Bathing Beauties

Bathing beauties on the beach,
I look at you my manners breach.
I want to look but if I’m caught,
My name is Mud instead of Scott

What is this game you play with me?
Drop your tops so breasts I see,
but see them not must say to you.
Escape this madness cannot do.

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