The Confederate Flag

I am so very tired of hearing all of this politically correct talk about how southern states should not display the confederate flag because it is in poor taste and reminds people of the awfulness of slavery.  A lot of people are talking about southerners that proudly display the confederate flag saying that they are stupid, narrow minded bigots and say things like “southern whites have the shame of slavery running through their blood”.  They talk about how southern whites who display the flag are offensive and that the people should not have the state government display the flag above the state house because it’s so offensive.

To those people I would like to ask when the last time they, their parents, grand parents or great grandparents had to pick cotton against their will?  I have always been under the impression that slavery ended in the mid 1860’s.  I’m not going to get into liberal ideas such as institutional racism which can basically mean anything you want it to so long as it ends with white people being racist and owing blacks money and other perks as a result of their suffering.  That’s the ultimate end to those things anyway; what can you get from someone else without having to do anything for it.

Sometimes I think that people just want to be involved in something revolutionary for the sake of being revolutionary.  I feel pretty confident that if you look at the Facebook pages of the people that are so passionate about this issue with the flag that you will find that they were passionate about every major newsworthy event that has happened over the last few years.  Gays not getting pizza in Indiana?  Yep, outraged.  Pot being legalized in various states?  Yep, overjoyed cheering “we shall overcome”.  Illegal immigrants pouring across the border and being held in detention centers awaiting Obama’s next words on amnesty.  Dismayed and cursing the black heart of Americans.

I was always taught that being offended is the problem of the person who is offended.  I am progressively trying to learn how to not be offended.  I would recommend this for everyone else in the world as well.  Because honestly the confederate flag doesn’t mean white supremacy to most people that have it.  It’s a symbol of independence and southern heritage.  Get over it.  Stop being a weak minded pussy.  You should be more like me.  I started learning how to cope with things that bothered me when I became Cincinnati Bengals fan.  If I can get through that then I can get through anything.

Another thing I want to say is that it’s not fair for people to disparage southerners over slavery.  At the height of slavery only 6% of southern whites owned slaves.  That’s at the HEIGHT of slavery.  That means 94% of southerners had to pick their own damned cotton.  We won’t even talk about the 20% of freed blacks that owned slaves.  That stuff kills a narrative.

I think slavery is awful.  I think white supremacy is awful.  And I think bullying people with political correctness is awful.  I’m not afraid of what people think of me.  So that’s why I am just going to level with you.  This whole narrative about the confederate flag is nonsensical.  If you’re that sensitive then you probably have a lot more problems than a flag.


A Strange Dream

I woke up at almost 5 o’clock this morning after having an incredibly strange dream.  I figured I would write it down while it was fresh in my mind.

The dream took place in a little town called Kingston, Ohio.  Kingston is about 20 minutes away from the town I live in.  Except in my dream the streets were backward.  Most of the streets ran north and south instead of east and west.  I remember in my dream going through a Dairy Queen drive through and ordering a sandwich and then pulling out.

When I got to my house there were a group of people standing just down the street and so I stopped to see what they were doing.  It was a group of several women and one man.  One of the women was younger, probably mid 20’s.  She was rich but she dressed like she was from the country.  She wore a flannel shirt over top of a white shirt and she was wearing rubber boots like she had just got done doing some farm work.  The guy was basically dressed the same and he was a successful farmer.  The other women there were friends of the first woman.

I walked into the conversation and the guy says “I tell you what.  I am going to come back here at 1a.m. and consequences be damned”.  I got the feeling that he wanted to have a romantic relationship with this girl.  She seemed like she was a little emotionally overwhelmed by this guy’s advances.  So she walked away and he walked away.

I walked into my house with the food that I had bought at Dairy Queen which was now suddenly a bag of groceries (not sure how that happened).  My dad was sitting in the living room and my brother was there.  It was also suddenly night time outside as though time had advanced to 1 a.m. There was a bookshelf by the door that I had just come through and my brother was standing next to it.  He told me that they guy that I had seen previously had written a couple of volumes of books and that he was some sort of an expert in hog farming.

It is about this time that the guy walks in through my front door.  We talked for a moment, but I don’t remember what about.  Then the girl that he made the offer to walked through the door.  She said that she needed our help and told us to follow her.  So we took off up the street in the dark.  We got to the end of the street and made a right onto another street.  I lost sight of her but I could still hear her.  The street was lined with these very dense trees which seemed to absorb all of the light.  But basically I was lost and just kept following the street I was on.

When we got to the end of the street there was a house with a garage door open.  There were some people working on something and the guy that was with us walked in and that’s the last I saw of him.  The girl and I walked to her house.  When we got inside she started to walk up the stairs to her room.  I stayed at the bottom of the stairs and saw a bunch of pictures on the wall.  One of them was a blonde haired woman with the same last name of the girl that I was with, but I can’t remember the name.  I said something to her and she came back down and told me that the woman was her mother and that she had died from cancer.

She started back up the stairs and asked me if I wanted to come.  I told her that there was no way that I would be caught hanging out with her when that guy comes back because I saw how passionate he was about her.  She told me that it didn’t matter because he had caught her hanging out with some guy named Jerry 7 times.  I felt like this was different so I told her no thanks and I walked out the front door.

When I walked out the door I really had no idea where I was going.  Maybe to my car, or maybe to my house.  But either way I don’t remember.  Also I remember the feeling of having trouble swallowing.  As I got outside I looked up into the night sky and I saw some strange lights.  Something was moving in the sky and it was coming closer.  The underbelly of this thing was tapered and had a blue color to it.  Two quick bursts of laser light shot down into the trees.  It was so fast that it made me wonder if it had actually happened.  I tried to start running in the other direction but suddenly there was a tall dark figure standing over top of me.  It was several feet taller than I was.  There was a feeling of no escape.  Then I woke up.

I should also mention that I remember periodically waking up during my dream.  I was sleeping in my living room and I can remember the computer monitor being lit up and I remember seeing two baby blankets draped over each leg of the baby swing.  I woke up and I had trouble swallowing like my throat was incredibly dry.  This is going to be a long day.

Christian Arts Suck…..Just Kidding…..Sort of.

I hesitate to write blogs when I know that this blog will specifically offend people that I actually like and I don’t want to make them angry, upset, etc.  But usually when I write something like this it is because it is lodged in my brain and it will not leave me be.  So having said that, what I want to talk about the box that very sincere Christians have put themselves into and how it hurts the Christian culture as a whole.

I hate the word “secular”.  If you look up the definition of secular it means having no religious or spiritual basis.  Christians use this word as a way to denote the difference between their activities and the activities of those who are not involved in their Christian world.  I used to keep a sign taped to the wall above my computer and taped to my front door that said “It’s all spiritual”.  I did this because the truth of the matter is that whether something is done for God or not doesn’t make it less spiritual.  I’m not saying that it can’t be evil, but you can’t call something secular and act like someone farted in the room and then bolted.  But generally it is a word that people use to create a walls.  And while you’re free to create the walls if you like, you are doing yourself and those you want to help an incredible disservice.

What I am talking about in particular is in the arts of film and music.  I can’t bring myself to listen to Christian music because it sounds so neutered and bland like a bowl of orphanage gruel.  Christian movies to me are so boring and so poorly made that I can’t bare to watch them.  Now don’t get me wrong there are exceptions but the exceptions are just that…..exceptions.  Keep in mind that I love God, but if we’re talking about making a movie that is about God could we at least capture the essence of God that has a hint of the weight of his glory?  We fail to do that over and over.  Why?

The reason why we fail over and over again is because art imitates reality, and when we get in a Christian bubble we can often become removed from what it’s like to be real.  Our buzz words and lingo alienate people and so we end up clumped together with people that are like us, which is not necessarily bad because the bible says we’re supposed to fellowship and that lightness and darkness are not supposed to be yoked.  But you have to stop looking at people that don’t know God as the darkness.  They are lost but they are not this dirty disease that needs to be avoided so that they don’t contaminate your purity.  Be in the world but not of the world.  That tells me that we can spend time with unbelievers and collaborate with them on projects.  We can actually enjoy spending time with them.  When you restrict yourself to just working with, and spending time with, Christians you limit your ability to grow.  Don’t get me wrong there are tons of talented Christians but it’s like painting a picture and limiting yourself to a couple of colors.

I know that cinematic and musical tastes are subjective, but I want to watch something about God that does Him some kind of justice.

Can I be candid for just a moment without being excommunicated?  I get tired of saying the same thing over and over again.  You know…..”You’ve made me so happy”…or…”Thanks for saving me”…or the handful of themes that are in Christian music and film.  I am grateful for all of those things as well but as a human being I am subject to the same laws of the universe that everyone else is and I have diminishing marginal utility for saying and doing the same things over and over.  When I am in a worship service after a while I start getting a pounding migraine no matter how much I have felt God.  The point is that there is a multitude of different ingredients of being a human being other than what we have concocted as Christians.

Let me just give you an example of some of the stuff that is being put out by Christians right now.  This supposedly is supposed to be a ground breaking Christian movie.

It is loaded with inside jokes and Christian lingo/culture that makes it completely irrelevant.  It has a sickening amount of poor green screen usage.  The dialogue is clunky cheesy and at times unbelievably unbelievable.  This to me is a complete failure.  This isn’t a Christian movie to me.  This is a movie based on a religion I like to call churchianity or bibleanity.  I know that this all sounds harsh but I am just sick of seeing Christians produce garbage.  This is unacceptable to me.  Make a movie that really dives into the human condition and explores it.  How about a movie where a person doesn’t get saved?  Why is it that in every Christian movie that I’ve ever seen someone comes to renounce the error of their ways and gets saved.  Why can’t a Christian make a movie that involves the tragedy of never knowing God.  I want to see realistic movies.

I want music that sounds diverse.  When’s the last time you heard a Christian band that sounded like the eagles, Neil Young or blondie?  When’s the last time you heard a Christian group that sounded like Three Dog Night, CCR or Bob Dylan?  What about Heart, Eric Clapton, Michael Jackson, etc.?  To me it’s a result of an lack of diversification that is a result of intentionally cocooning ourselves so that we don’t get contaminated by those evil unsaved.

I have an incredibly talented friend who is an artist and was a talented writer.  He hasn’t written a book in a decade because he felt like anything he wrote had to be Christian based or he would anger God and felt condemned if he didn’t throw in Christian elements of dogma and talk about salvation.  He absolutely won’t write anymore.  This is an incredible shame to me because if you knew what I know, the world is missing out on some hard hitting insights into the very nature of existence.  But because of pressures from Churchianity we won’t get to see that.

Shame….For shame….

Demons? Aliens? Something else? My Experience With Sleep Paralysis.

This isn’t a normal blog for me.  This is a crazy out of this world blog that is full of what sounds like insanity, but it is insanity as I experience it.  So please keep that in mind if you continue to read.

Since I was a teenager I have dealt with a phenomenon commonly known as “Sleep Paralysis”.  Now if you don’t know what that it is please feel free to google it because there is an incredible amount of information on the subject but I will put it to you like this;  It is a terrifying experience.  You wake up in the middle of the night unable to move your body, talk, breathe and in cases like mine, open your eyes.  It feels like there is someone or something on top of you choking you.  Some people who’s eyes are open see a dark shadowy figure standing over top of them.  It is, in the moment, a very traumatizing experience.

The good news……I’m still trying to figure out what the good news is, but if it’s happened to you I want you to know that you’re not alone.  It does us good to know that there are others like us.  People might think we’re crazy and maybe we are, or at least I am, but it’s important to be able to talk about what we experience regardless of whether or not what we think is happening is really happening.  And also I have a few theories about this phenomenon that might bring you some bit of comfort.

Before I get into my theories let me just explain what happens when I have one of these episodes happen to me.  Almost every time that I can remember when this happens to me it is almost exclusively when I am having a nightmare.  In my dream I can always tell it is about to happen.  Let me give you an example that happened to me about 2 or 3 weeks ago….

I was dreaming that I was at my deceased grandparents house.  It is a house out in the rural areas of southern Ohio next to, what I was told when I was a child, was the second highest point in Ohio.  Their house sat on a hill, about halfway up the hill as a matter of fact.  About 50 yards above the house is a thick forest which then extends up about another 100 to 150 yards to the top.  It’s a very old house.  The house is so old that there is a hidden room that was used to store food, hearkening back to the days of the great depression when you had to actually hide food because there were people wanting to steal it.

Anyway, I was standing in the living room of this home.  There was a window at the north end of the living room and a window at the south end of the living room where the front door was also located to the right of the window.  In my dream it was dark, perhaps 2 or 3 in the morning.  I remember seeing my father lying on the old plaid foam chair that folded out into a bed.  I was standing looking at dad and I walked over to the corner of the room next to the front door which was diagonal to the my grandpa’s bedroom door.  Dad was asleep but I looked over at him and I said “They’re here and they want to come inside.”  It was then that suddenly I felt something grab me in my dream.  It grabbed me by the throat and lifted me off the ground, even though I could see nothing in the room with me in my dream.  I immediately woke up and I was blacking out.

I don’t know if you’ve ever had this feeling before, but there have been times that I have been awake and in totally unrelated incidents started to black out.  The peripherals of my vision start to go black and work their way to the center of my vision.  Well even though my bedroom was pitch dark, the feeling of blacking out was the same.  I woke up, with my eyes closed and knew that I was blacking out.  It felt like I was being killed.  I couldn’t speak.  The words gurgled in the base of my throat.  With one final “quietus” move I lunged myself straight up in bed.  I had awoken to gasp for air.  I was alive.

In every situation that I can remember I always know that they are there in my dreams.  I know that the dark figures that people see when they lie there paralyzed are there.  I can sense them even while I’m in a dream state.  I remember the first incidence I had when I was a young man.  I read a book called “Identifying and Breaking Curses” by John C. Eckhardt.  After I finished reading the book I went to bed.  I won’t get into the details of the dream I had sufficed to say that the dream ran completely contrary to what I wanted to be freed from.  When I awoke, face down in my pillow, something was on top of me.  I couldn’t move, I couldn’t speak, I fell back asleep.  I had 7 dreams afterward.  Each dream perverted and awful.

I always wake up.  Unable to talk, breathe, open my eyes or move….at least for a few seconds.  Until I make a frantic move forcing myself with every bit of strength I have.   It has happened more frequently as I’ve gotten older.

Now I want to give you my theory on what is happening.  I don’t think this is aliens or ghosts.  I have trouble believing in ghosts even though I will leave the door more open to that being true than whether or not an “alien” (in the sense that we understand them) could be responsible for this, even though I believe that is what the culprit of this event would want me to believe.  I personally believe this is a demonic attack.

Now there is something worth noting when it comes to these incidents.  The have happened to me exclusively at night.  I have napped thousands of times during the day during my life and this never happens during the day time.  Why?  Because I believe that it is tactical.  I have watched many movies about war and my father has told me many stories about his experiences in the Vietnam war.  A tactic of the  North Vietnamese was to attack at night.  They did this because they knew this was the weakest time for the American soldiers.  In the same way, my enemy knows that humans are most vulnerable when they sleep.

So what does this tell me?  This tells me that our enemy is at a disadvantage.  An army that is powerful doesn’t need to wait until the moment of greatest weakness to attack.  When an army is at a strategic disadvantage they are forced to use gorilla tactics at the time of greatest weakness to hope to secure victory.  Even though this is a shrewd strategy it tells you something about the capacity of your enemy.  It doesn’t mean that you shouldn’t be on your guard, but it should give you some encouragement to know that you are powerful enough to require this strategy .

Another thing that occurred to me is that this probably actually happens to almost everyone and not just a small percentage as some studies indicate.  People who have conducted studies on such matters believe that only about 8% of the population has these types of experiences.  But I believe that this isn’t actually limited to these people.  I believe that everyone is being attacked by these things but what happens is that you simply don’t wake up.  You keep having your nightmare until it is finished where as people who experience sleep paralysis wake up.  But why would they wake up?

This is total speculation on my part but I believe it has something to do with a heightened sense of reality.  This is going to sound insane, and I understand if you think it is, but I would be willing to bet a few dollars that if you polled people who suffered from sleep paralysis that a huge portion of them do not black out when they consume large amounts of alcohol.  The reason why I believe this is because I have, on a regular basis, consumed amounts of alcohol that people thought was just incredible.  And while I have gotten really drunk and woke up with terrible hangovers, I never black out.  I never forget anything.  I am able to recall events, 15, 20 shots into the night with ease.  I’m not proud of this but I believe that a person who’s brain is able to have a heightened sense of reality just has a hard time not being aware of things.

In my dreams I can feel their presence.  It doesn’t happen all the time, but I am aware of it, and in my heightened state of awareness I wake myself up.  I think that these things are tormenting almost everyone but they are unable to wake up or aren’t aware of it happening.  But there is hope and let me get to this.

I have had experience, and I have read that there is something that works for others to chase these things off.  That thing is Jesus.  I know this might sound crazy to some people, and believe me I am not upset that you think I’m nuts because I know how out there it sounds.  But I have cried out the name of Jesus in my dreams and wake up and it breaks the hold on me.  I have read the same thing for others, that when they wake up in this state and they see the shadow creatures that they say the name of Jesus in their head that the hold is broken and the shadows go away.

Anyway, I hope that this insane blog has helped someone out.  I really put myself out there by writing this because it can cost me credibility.  But if I can help anyone with my experience it is worth it.  If you need anymore information google “sleep paralysis” and you will find other experience that are similar to my own and maybe you can learn something from it.  Just have confidence in God and yourself and you can get past these attacks from our enemy.

What Being an American Means to Me.

Sometimes I feel like I am alone and I wonder if there are people out there like me.  What I mean is that I feel so disconnected from from our current cultural, political and philosophic ideas of what it means to be an American.  I was born here and yet I don’t always feel like I fit into the mold of what many people consider to be what it means to be an American.

Today you have to wave a flag or throw your support behind the democrats or the republicans.  You have to gush at the service of military members because that is what is considered socially acceptable.  To be an American you have to love our military which is being used by a corrupt and evil government and if you don’t then you are a borderline traitor…..You’re an ingrate.  And I never said anything about disrespecting or disliking.  I just said that to many people if you are not gushing at every opportunity to lift the police up like they are demi-gods or the military as though they are legendary folk heroes then you are looked at like you’re Judas.  But let me tell you what being an American means to me.  If there is any ounce of patriotism left in my bones it lies in these things.

To me being an American means that you don’t hesitate when you see someone in trouble to stop what you’re doing and see if there is anything you can do to help.  To me being an American means that you’re interested in working hard and playing harder.  It means that you enjoy spending time with other Americans and talking about sports, or cars, or art or television and by doing so you have become a part of their lives and you have made a bond with them over something that seems so silly.  Being an American means that you think about the sacrifices that our great grandfather’s, great grandfathers made.  You are proud of the good things we did and you sincerely regret the bad things we did.

To me being an American means that you are practical and you loan out trust like a loan from the bank and you’re willing to give people a chance but it also means that you protect yourselves and  your family from those who might do you harm.  It means that we protect those who can’t protect themselves.  We look out for the weak.  We do what we can to help people to get by but ask that they help themselves to get back up as well…..and when you’ve done that they are expected to extend their own hand to help the unfortunate.

Being an American to me means that we’re dreamers, almost to a fault.  We dream big and we try hard to make those dreams a reality.  But sometimes when we fail we don’t see that although we might have failed to reach for the stars we were much closer to touching them than when we started and we expanded our horizons and moved into a new place of understanding.  To me being an American means that we become team players to help others reach their goals.  If there is some way we can help them along the way, a real American helps them out, putting aside their own personal feelings and sacrificing some of their valuable time.

To me being an American has more to do with the principles of God than it does the principles of man.  God made us free to love Him and so we value freedom even if we aren’t happy with the way people choose to handle that freedom.  Much in the same way that the father of the prodigal son allowed his son to run off into debauchery because he valued his son’s freedom we too value the freedom of our family and our neighbors to live the lives they want to live without us sticking our noses in it.

These are some of the things that make me proud to be an American.

Key Problems of Socialism

I have thought about Socialism and had discussions about it many times.  I’ve had many discussions with people that consider themselves socialists and I often find that my ideas on free market capitalism or freedom are usually grossly misrepresented.  People often times want to make a straw man to frame as my argument and then try to take it to task rather than actually addressing some of the tenets of what I believe.  So I will now address some of the reasons why I am not a proponent of socialism or any other authoritarian style of government.

The first thing I want to get into is the inefficiency that exists in an economy within a socialist country.  Now first I need to say that there is not so far as we know any way to achieve maximum efficiency in an economy as that would imply a perfect use of all goods, services, time, etc.  But there is a maximum efficiency for resources and it can be seen in what is called the Production Possibilities Frontier curve.


At maximum efficiency we can see that there is a line curve that represents our theoretical maximum output at a given time.  No economic system, even a free market economy will push its productive capacities to that line unless there are advances in technologies, techniques or discoveries of new resources then the curve can expand.

But it is my belief currently that free market capitalism is the method that gets us closer to that possibility frontier curve.  But it’s not enough just to say that It’s my opinion because opinions are normative statements that can neither be proven or disproved so let me explain why I prefer capitalism over socialism to get us closer to this output level.

Responsibility and the Milgram Obedience Study

In socialism you find that the government takes over certain means of production.  The more socialist the country the more means of production the government takes over.  So what is the difference between a private citizen and a government citizen when managing the means of production.  I have used the term “government citizen” because nobody classifies politicians and bureaucrats in the right light.  We act as though politicians are not people like us.  We need to recognize that they are people like us and before they moved into positions of authority they were just like us.

First let us examine the private citizen and their management of the means of production for their business.  When a man or woman running a business begins making decisions on how money or resources will be allocated they are under a tremendous amount of pressure.  The reason they are under so much pressure is because often times in business your access to money and resources are limited to your performance with what you’ve already been given.  Meaning, that if you have been given a million dollars but you have operated at a loss for multiple years or virtually no profit and then you go to a bank or lending group for money they are going to look at your past and performance and ask themselves “Am I going to make a profit from loaning them what they are asking, or is my investment at risk altogether”?

This creates an incentive for the person responsible for allocating resources in that business to make the most wise and shrewd decisions they can make to attempt to ensure that they meet their productive capabilities and generate higher margins of profit for the owners.  Access to capital is so incredibly important to businesses.  It is for all intents and purposes the lifeblood of a business.  It is the bricks by which the house is constructed.  Subsequently, taking those bricks and accidentally or even purposely building one wall too high always requires a higher input value than the original cost.  This is because you not only have the costs of whatever it is you are constructing, but the additional cost of time and labor by deconstructing it.  A mistake always costs additional resources to fix.  So the price of a mistake is always makes the good or service being produced higher than its initial, superficial costs.

So in short when a private citizen runs a business and they do not properly allocate resources then they go out of business.  Not only does that business fail and that person now has to worry about how they are going to pay their bills or put food on their table, but they now will have a harder time in the future managing a business.  It’s not that they can’t manage a business in the future but it does restrict their potential to do so and any further failures will limit them even more.

Now if you take a look at the government citizen.  What makes them different in the way that they conduct the allocation of resources?  This is one area that very seldom gets any look especially from socialists who, without saying so, act as though these are fair haired angels who are not as desperately wicked and corrupt like as a private citizen who’s job it is to allocate resources.  This is a huge error in judgment.  Because as the famous British Parliamentary member Lord Acton once said “Power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely.”  So the idea that because the politician says seemingly heart felt things that doesn’t make them honest and that doesn’t make their idea one that is practical.

The Milgram Obedience Study

Another problem I have with government citizens allocating resources is a concept that is very common to human beings.  It is the problem of responsibility.

In social psychology there is a well known study to anyone that has taken a level 100 psychology course in college.  This is the Stanley Milgram obedience study.  In this study psychologists told test subjects that on the other side of a wall was a person hooked to electrodes and it was the job of the test subject to read a list of words to the person on the other side who could communicate to them via an intercom.  If the person got the word wrong then the test subject was to flip a switch and give them an electric shock.  It started at 15 volts and went all the way up to 450.  In almost every case the test subject would shock the imaginary gentleman on the other side, who confessed he had a heart condition, despite screaming and begging to stop.  This would often happen until the gentleman on the other side of the wall stopped screaming, supposedly to give off the impression that the test subject had killed the man on the other side of the wall.

An interesting aspect to this study was that when the test subjects were told that they were not responsible for what happened to the man on the other side they would then continue flipping the switches.

There were two things that allowed this people to behave in this manner.  The wall between the two limited the feelings of personal responsibility.  When you don’t see something directly, you don’t directly feel responsible for your actions.  The second thing is that when an individual is able to put a buffer between themselves and others they feel even less responsible for their actions.  In that instance it was the psychologists who told the test subjects that the psychologists were the ones responsible for what happened to the man on the other side of the wall and not the test subjects themselves.

It is these two things that are inherent problems with socialist governments.  Socialism works better in small, homogeneous societies where there is close contact with the ones that you are responsible for.  You see them everyday and if you make mistakes they are right there to punish you.  This is not to mention that in these small societies that everyone has basically the same hopes and goals so this, coupled with a direct sense of responsibility forces serious considerations when determining how resources are going to be allocated.  The second thing are the layers or buffers that exists between government citizens (bureaucrats) and the people they are responsible for.  The bigger the bureaucracy the more levels and buffers that can be used to rid themselves of responsibility.

How many times even recently do we watch members of government get caught doing something wrong and then throw some lower level person under the bus.  This has happened so much recently that I’m not sure I need to provide examples.  Just look at the V.A. scandal that happened within the last year or so.  When it was found out just how atrociously the Veterans Administration was being run and how it was actually costing veterans their lives they went ahead and started throwing some lower level bureaucrats under the bus.  They never felt any personal responsibility for their actions because there were too many buffer levels between them and the people they were responsible for taking care of.

Also, it would be a good time to point out that since this is a universal principle, that private businesses are not immune to this type of behavior.  Ceo’s that are distanced from their shareholders or the customers they serve often times make decisions that result in the poor allocation of resources.  A lot of times fraud and waste that occurs in companies is a result of a lack of responsibility to others as well as greed.  But ironically, often times those crony capitalists that commit these acts often have special protections from the government or have their behaviors guaranteed by the government in the form of insurance, or “bail out” programs.

The Final Things

I just wanted to mention two things as I wrap this up.  These are pretty important and could take thousands of more words to discuss but this blog is already long enough so without any further ado those two things are the inherent badness of people and the pretense of knowledge.

People are inherently bad.  People are inherently self centered.  They often make decisions that disregard the life, liberty and happiness of others around them.  You have to be able to put pressure to make people do the right things because just relying on people to make decisions out of inherent goodness doesn’t happen as much as you’d think.  You need to give someone a real incentive to make good decisions.

The second thing is that we can’t possibly have enough information to make accurate decisions on how a nation’s economic resources should be directed.  People are chaotic and ever changing.  We are black holes of desire.  A government that tries to make economic decisions for us will always find itself shoving resources into a program that we don’t want anymore or that we have outgrown.  They find that we’re constantly changing but they don’t know what we’re changing into next.  So they’re constantly playing a game of catch up, and almost never actually catching up with us.  And guess what?  It only costs us money.

Just Call Me Captain Paranoia

I have found that my views on things are constantly evolving.  As I get more information I reassess whatever idea or belief that I previously held in order to come up with what I consider to be a more accurate one.  Synthesis, antithesis and thesis.  It is this philosophical process that kind of guides me into the waters that I am now attempting to venture which is to re-examine my beliefs on socialism as well as (but to a much lesser extent) free market capitalism.

When I was younger I would say that I was unaware that I was a socialist.  I thought I was a conservative because I held conservative views on social issues like abortion, gay marriage, etc.  But in all actuality I was a socialist at heart because I held onto the view that there were ideas that I could implement, laws that I could create, and emotions that I could generate that would lead to a Utopian sort of America.  All of this in the name of God of course.

As good as my intentions were and as noble as they seemed I eventually read some materials that changed my mind on just how productive or good my actions were.  I had a friend who moved out of Ohio to pursue a degree at Indiana Wesleyan university.  On the weekends or on holidays he would come back home and we would hang out and drink coffee and talk about all of the cool ideas he was hearing about at college.  It was at one of these very chill coffee talks that he showed me a print off of a speech given by Nobel prize winning economist F.A. Hayek.

The speech was about something called “the pretense of knowledge”.  I often like to confuse the name of this speech, or at the very least smash it together with Stanley Kubrick’s “Dr. Strangelove or How I learned to stop worrying and love the bomb”.  Hayek’s speech was about socialsm, central planning, or whatever word you want to describe a left wing government.  The main theme in this speech was that central planning could not work because one person or even a large group of people could never have enough relevant information in order to make decisions on how goods and services were to be allocated so that a system could run efficiently.

This paper is really the one that revolutionized my way of thinking.  As intelligent as I believed that I was, I couldn’t have enough information to be making decisions for others because there were too many unforeseen consequences that I couldn’t control.  So my mission started to become one where I advocated for freedom from the shackles of government rather than try to contribute to a system of slavery and incredible inefficiency.

Now after about ten years of this way of thinking I have began to notice something terrifying.  It’s terrifying to me at least.  It’s something that can do the unthinkable; It’s something that accurately predicts the desires of people on a massive scale in real time.  This is a dagger to Hayek’s idea.

The other day I was perusing through some videos on Youtube.  After watching one particular video something caught my attention in the video.  So I decided to do a Youtube search on what caught my eye and I typed the first letter of what would be a four or five word search and immediately the obscure thing I was looking for came up as the first recommended search term.  What I was looking for wasn’t in any of the description of the video or video tags.  It was incredible.  This started happening over and over.

Analytics has gotten so incredibly accurate at predicting what we want that it is beginning to dispel the idea that we can’t have fast, reliable and relevant information in order to make accurate predictions about what people are going to want in real time.  This is horrifying to me.

I’m not trying to poo poo on you but people for the most part are generally not good.  When you give bad people power they abuse it.  There are no such things as fair haired angels.  It’s dangerous to give someone the ability to control our lives for us in our supposed own best interest.  But that’s exactly what this technology allows to happen.  I’m not against it, I just think this should put us on guard.  Because if our government starts to use the analytic capabilities that a company such as google has it could result in one of the most horrifying tyrannical dictatorships, if not the most horrific, of all time.

The only thing that has stopped the abuse of government in the past is the fact that when a government gets too inefficient the people will rise up and overthrow it.  But if a government can meet people’s basic needs most people are willing to hand over their other rights.  It’s important to be aware of this so that we aren’t sheep going to slaughter.  I know that the government doesn’t have this technology yet or else things would be running better.  But as Google and the government begin having a closer relationship don’t be surprised in what you see happen.  And when a big government has the capability of running efficiently, look out.  For now just call me Captain Paranoia.

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