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Will The Real Victim Please Stand Up? (formerly “Promotion”)

Tuesday, April 5th, 2011

Dear “Jane,”

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I am not sure why you feel the need to take on this crusade against me but I do think you need to hear my voice on the matter.

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First of all, the parts you quoted from the un-blog piece that you found offensive were not true. If they were true, I might agree with you that I should be terminated. Let me say it again: they are not true. While you may not find the humor to your liking, just like finding Howard Stern or “South Park” or “Family Guy” or hip-hop radio distasteful, the best option is probably to turn it off and tune it out. The more draining option is to make a campaign to have Howard Stern kicked off the radio because he wished cancer on someone in jest, or to start a letter-writing campaign against family guy because Peter Griffin’s chin looks like a pair of testicles, or have “South Park” banned because they had a character that is a constantly stoned towel, or contact the sponsors at a hop-hop radio station and threaten them because you feel that hip-hop is bringing down the moral fabric of society. That’s a lot of energy and, from my perspective, seems a bit preachy and dictatorial.

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If you have read any of the other entries in my un-blog you would probably see that many entrees are written like “South Park,” often with a somewhat tasteless bend, but containing nuggets of truth and wisdom sprinkled in the dung hills. Then again, judging from your reaction to the “Promotion” piece, maybe you wouldn’t. There is also a lot of beautiful poetry within those 600 pages that you seem to imply in your email to David is only smut, as well as pieces to which the responses I have received have been letters of thanks for sharing beauty and new understandings and even life-changing insights and inspiration.

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So you chose to write a letter to my employer in an attempt to get me fired. Now “Jane,” I want YOU to take responsibility for YOUR behavior. My questionable behavior was NOT TRUE. Yours is. First off, your actions could deprive the NYSD students of the most experienced teacher there besides David, as I have been affiliated with the school for 15 years, 7 years of which I was the Fight Team captain where I competed in about 25 fights, and have depths of knowledge that even David does not have that I openly share. Perhaps you should ask people who have taken my class if ANYONE has ever experienced any ACTUAL problem with me. What you will find is that the students enjoy my classes and have learned quite a bit from me, not just about kickboxing but about life. But you didn’t consider this when you started your campaign.

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Another thing you didn’t consider is that teaching at the school is my primary source of income, meaning that if you succeeded in getting me fired–which you made very clear was your goal by your email and your “terminateswamix@gmail.com” created email account–I would not have enough money to pay my rent, my bills and feed myself and my dog. Not only myself but my dog would suffer, for what–because you took a falsehood for truth and didn’t even have the respect, if not for me than for yourself, to validate the information before starting your smear campaign? Does this even register for you?

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I assure you, “Jane,” you know nothing about me, my teaching, or my life. Telling you more than you have shown the responsibility to know, for some time now I have pretty much moved away from sex. I haven’t masturbated in about two years and have been living mostly celibate. Go take a survey and find me another man who can make that claim whose equipment is not dead. More recently I have started dating someone steady and I have NO interest in having sex with anyone else and even she has at times voiced issue with what she considers the lack of importance I place on sexuality.

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The possible mistake I made was including my un-blog address on the flyer I posted at NYSD, because I wouldn’t want to risk that it wouldn’t be clear that The views and opinions of this un-blog do not represent NYSD.” As a result, I removed the flyers from the school and printed new ones without the un-blog web address.

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The flyer from which you came to the un-blog and the piece you found so offensive had my email address and my telephone number. You could have contacted me directly and I would have welcomed the opportunity to hear your thoughts and share with you mine and maybe then all your distress would have washed away like a child’s sandcastle. Instead you sought to get me fired and now have started an email campaign to smear me. It is you, “Jane,” who has acted shamefully, who has violated another, only this time not in make-believe. I ask you to take responsibility for your actions.

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I am thinking that you might have been subject to some sexual abuse or misconduct in your life and for that I am sorry. If this is the case I can understand your sensitivity to this issue. Still, your actions have neither weighed the facts nor their potential consequences.

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Regardless of the clear fact that we have different sense of humors, I wanted to address one specific you wrote in your letter to David. You wrote how I am “touchy touchy” in my teaching, implying that there may be some impropriety in my physical contact to the students while still acknowledging that you were not certain of this. First off, I touch both male and female clients in the same manner. Secondly, this is kickboxing, which is a physical sport, and not needlepoint. It is my opinion that the physical contact I provide is helping students to become more consciously aware of such technical items such as dropping their hands when punching or turning over their hip when kicking or slapping back with their hands when holding pads and I’ve NEVER touched anyone in class inappropriately and I find the implication repugnant.

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My parents were both teachers of grade school children for decades. They told me stories about how there came a time when each of their prospective administrations became paranoid about lawsuits regarding sexual misconduct and sent down a mandate that teachers were not to make physical contact with any of the students. This left the teachers in a quandary, as just about every single grade school teacher has been faced with an extremely upset student that needs a shoulder to cry on or a hug to help him or her know that it will all be okay.

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I find it a sad misappropriation of mandate to leave students in need, be they a 4th grader in tears or a kickboxing student with suboptimal technique, because we have become worried that someone will interpret healthy human touch as something over which to start a legal or smear campaign. Unfortunately, in a climate of fear it is the students in need that will suffer. Ben Franklin said, “If you sacrifice freedom for security you will lose both.” If you sacrifice living authentically and sharing your heart, be that in the teaching arena or elsewhere, you will sacrifice a lot more than freedom; you will sacrifice your very spirit and be destined to walk around like a zombie like most in our society.

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If after talking with me you had felt unsatisfied and continued to feel the need to express your discontent, I would have strongly encouraged you to complain to David, for I feel it is necessary for all of us to have the RIGHT TO EXPRESS OURSELVES in how we see fit, be it dissatisfaction regarding a service we are paying for or on a personal un-blog. I would assumed that you would represent both yourself and your position truthfully, for you would believe that your case had merit and could stand on its own accord, instead of using a false name and claiming to represent “the students of NYSD.”

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Now I ask you to “cease and desist,” to stop pursuing a campaign against a fiction, to allow and even support free speech and expression on someone’s personal un-blog, to use your energy for creativity and not for destructive purposes. I feel violated, “Jane.” But while I can write all kinds of nonsense on my un-blog through a characterization that is often far from Who I Am, a character I refuse to play is one of a victim.

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Now I wonder whether I will receive a letter from you apologizing for your actions and also see a group mailing to the NYSD addresses you acquired voicing your regret for your actions. That is not easy for most to do because it requires saying, “I was wrong” and “I’m sorry.” Most are not capable of this level of adulthood that requires intelligence and humility. Instead they act like children out of emotions with total disregard for the poeple that may be hurt in the process.

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Swami X

[NOTE FROM THE EDITOR]

Thursday, December 9th, 2010

Check out my latest Page posting called “The School of Teaching Through Torture” by clicking the blue link under “Pages” at the right. Since my readership consists of the dullest knives in the drawer, let me spell something out for you: YOU HAVE TO CLICK THE LINK THAT SAYS “THE SCHOOL OF TEACHING THROUGH TORTURE,” otherwise you will be brought to a different posting. I’m surrounded by a bunch of idiots! Or maybe…I’m the idiot and they are all geniuses? Nah!

HOUSECLEANING [From The Editor]

Thursday, September 30th, 2010

The fatter subscriber list

The fatter subscriber list

I had recently posted a “FROM THE EDITOR” where I told everyone I wanted them to write a comment as to which is their favorite pieces and/or categories and that if I didn’t hear from them I may delete them from the dysfunctional family. I did this not because I really give a crap what you like or not—I will write whatever tickles my fancy, or my buttocks with a feather as it may be. I did this because I want my peeps to be courageous enough to step into the light and have a voice. To my dismay I discovered that most of you are pussies.

I just went through Enlightening Nonsense’s subscriber list. There were about 115 people signed-up. There are also others who aren’t signed-up who tell me that they read my un-blog but don’t want the commitment of every time I scribe a dump that they will have to smell it in their mailbox. I just deleted 92 subscribers and may delete some more coming up. Probably some were spammers who signed-up to post Viagra adds. At first I found myself annoyed by this but after scoring some really cheap Viagra, I figured the irritation paid for itself. Kind of like anal sex—sure I’m walking funny for a week but I’d say it’s worth the bloody stools. I’m guessing some were legitimate people who liked a little Nonsense mixed in with their cereal in the morning.

I was actually thinking of deleting all except the two people who responded. This would tickle my funny bone and reaffirm that I am not really writing for anyone but my need to release the creative poison that’s inside of me. But I figured those of you with whom I’ve exchanged bodily fluids deserve a second chance and that made up the 23 other subscribers. Speaking of which, the AIDS test came up negative. And I gave up heroine and hookers as well. Okay, I didn’t give up hookers but I thought about it really hard for like ten minutes.

I share a lot of nonsense with you. Within that nonsense there are some deeper nuggets upon which to reflect. There is also a lot of personal struggle I freely share, some of which might even be true. The only pussy I like is one that smells like tuna, either because that’s what it eats or it’s just a nasty fish taco. If you want to hang with the X-man you have to douche the puss out of you and let your voice be heard. To those I have deleted, good riddance. When you grow a sack and let your load shoot forth, you are more than welcome to spooge on Enlightening Nonsense. I actually am just two quarts shy for an experiment I am conducting involving a three-story building, a funnel and a girl who loves jiz. Okay, it’s me.

The thinned-down version

The thinned-down version

[FROM THE EDITOR]

Sunday, September 5th, 2010

Daily I am getting daily many new sign-ups to my un-blog. Most are clearly just computer generated nonsense from companies so that they can post comments under my pieces like, “Viagra for only $5 a pill!” I just received one the other day under my “Band-Aid Dressing” piece for a discount on Band-Aids! Many have email addresses that have “.ru” at the end,” which at first I took pride in myself thinking that my rebel yogi antics had infected Russia but now realize this to be as false a plague as the bird-flu virus was, without the benefit of Donald Rumsfeld making money selling the vaccine. So now I am preparing to clear house.

I WANT EVERY SUBSCRIBER TO WRITE A LINE OR TWO ABOUT WHICH IS YOUR FAVORITE PIECE(S), WHICH ONES HAVE TOUCHED YOUR HEART OR YOUR SOUL OR MAYBE JUST YOUR FUNNY BONE. BE IT A SECTION, LIKE “POETRY,” OR A SPECIFIC PIECE I MIGHT HAVE WRITTEN ABOUT PEDOPHILE PRIESTS OR MY HUGE COCK (WHICH NARROWS IT DOWN TO 103 PIECES!)

TAKE NOTE, THIS WILL IN NO WAY CHANGE WHAT I CHOOSE TO POST, AS YOUR OPINION IS AS IRRELEVANT TO ME AS MINE SHOULD BE TO YOU. I’M SOLELY WRITING FOR THE MONEY!

I will probably be cleaning house (which I need to do with my apartment!) and deleting many users that don’t write anything. But also, this will pull you out of your safe haven of being a pussy and force you to put your voice out there, which I hope you will do proudly. Sometimes we could all use a prompt.

There is a needed balance in this world of silence (meditativeness) and noise (action.) Those who meditate tend to be quiet pussies that keep to themselves. Those who take action are usually loudmouth jackasses who posture as wanting to change the world solely so they don’t have to focus on changing themselves. Osho talked about the new man being “Zorba The Buddha,” that he or she will have the meditative silence and connection to the Self like the Buddha and will also live life with the zest and dance and song of Zorba The Greek. I would extend this to include the poles (and by “poles” I don’t mean Polacks, which are not included) of silence and noise, inner action and outer action.

Malcolm X said, If you are not part of the solution you are part of the problem.” This is another way of saying if you sit silently while action is called for you are a pussy, and a problemed pussy at that, which no amount of antibiotics from the gyno will clean up.

[SEE LATEST UN-POST LISTED UN-DER PAGES]

Wednesday, June 30th, 2010

Because most of you will never figure out that I have a whole slew of pieces listed on the right menu under “Pages,” I wanted to let you know that I just posted a piece called “From My Window” about the sights I see from my apartment window. Let’s just say, it is not hummingbirds and robins! :)

Fool’s Lament

Saturday, April 10th, 2010

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I wrote “April Fools” [http://rebelyogi.com/april-fools.html] a week ago and haven’t written since. Well, that is not exactly true. I have written; I just haven’t posted. While I may at times behave foolishly, I am no fool. And while on occasion I may encounter sadness or regret, I am not lamenting posting “April Fools”; I just thought the word “lament” sounded dramatic for the title of this piece.

As similar to the resulting response from my piece “The Suicide Note” [http://rebelyogi.com/the-suicide-note], I received a mere single email from my readership voicing “concern” over “April Fools.” While the girl who authored this email voicing concern doesn’t really “get” me, thinking I am solely writing self-confessionary pieces in order to purge my psyche of a darkness that would otherwise consume everything in its path, like the Cookie Monster in a Chip’s Ahoy factory after being forced on a 3-week fast by some annoying, save-the-world raw foodist, “Detox Counselor,” she not only finds me amusing but does seem to care about me as well. And so we had a few back and forth emails where I explained the method behind the madness, which she didn’t understand, and I did my best not to call her an idiot.

Just like how my former client, who is a therapist, responded to “The Suicide Note”—weeks later and only after we got together with a mutual acquaintance for a nightmarish dinner whose horror was not the food but the company—she questioned parts of the piece as “sounding authentic.” I confessed: I do hate blacks and woman and Jews and gays. But while there are elements of truth contained in the piece, I also have the ability to separate myself from the emotional content of anything I write and even “…play with desires, anger, with disturbances” as I threw you as a hint in the quote from Osho at the end of the piece.

One element of truth is that I do pour out my creative energy in the form of clever comedy as well as wizened wisdom and while I would write with or without the invisible phantom readers “just perhaps” somewhere out there laughing or getting offended, reflecting deeply or writing angry words about me on the walls of truck stop bathrooms. [And for the record, “SWAMI X TAKES IT IN THE ASS” is such a well-known fact that I don’t think anyone along Route 80 who pit stops at the Kingston Bus & Truck Mosey and has not only the bad sense to enter the disgusting bathroom there but also has a complete lack of olfaction to remain in there long enough to read the wall posting about me without gagging from the fumes of piss and shit and vomit, will really be edified on anything new; I had hung up my “OPEN FOR BUSINESS” ass shingle long ago.]

But what would be nice—besides going through the typical NYC cop handling procedure of having either a baton or a walkie-talkie shoved up my ass—would be to receive back from my readers how my writing has touched them, whether it be a “good touch” or a “bad touch.” [http://www.southparkstudios.com/clips/152475]. It’s kind of a variation on the old, “If a tree falls in a forest and crushes a Boy Scout Leader who was molestering a young scout, do you call the police or just bury the body?” situation.

I think this is something that is universal among humans, either consciously known or unconsciously desired—that we’d all like to molester a young Boy Scout in the woods but are afraid of the possibility of being crushed by a falling tree. In addition to the Boy Scout fantasy involving that cute little bastard with his red bandana softly framing his delicate neck and his succulent mouth whose lips are wrapped around his canteen as he sucks down the liquid it contains, we all tend to share certain “needs” in the human experience, one of which is acknowledgement.

The founder of Non-Violent Communication (NVC), Norman Rosenberg, helps provide a list of needs in his teachings that we all share. Besides a handful of breatharians, we all have a need for food and water. We also have a need for shelter. More social/emotional needs can include a need for respect, understanding, autonomy and for someone to tickle your balls with a feather while they shove a baby pacifier in your mouth and say, “Who’s my little baby?”

I remember way back when, I had taken a 10-week screenwriting workshop with Thai Tish. At the end of the workshop, we each had written a screenplay, mine being about a conspiracy theory involving jerking-off and butt play and hers being about something gay like an outdoor Tupperware party in a meadow with yellow flowers. I ended up having a reading with actors of my screenplay and I remember my perplexity that Thai Tish seemed perfectly satisfied with her screenplay sitting on a shelf where no one would ever see it.

I reflected on this. How could one create and not feel the “need” to share it with others, to hear how it affected them, to make enough money from it so you could still afford the bi-weekly in-house prostitute without having to forego a week’s worth of meals for your dog? I then postulated that maybe she had a much more enlightening perspective than I had, that maybe the “higher” expression is to just create and then to let it go, like the Tibetans who make those elaborate sand mandalas only to immediately destroy them upon their completion, that the joy and satisfaction is in the creative process itself. I concluded that she was a moron, stole her screenplay and sold it to a small film house for $100,000 under the title of “A Meadow of Tupperware.”

While I use humor because I enjoy playing with it, I also use it to make light of the pussing sores of vulnerability that I share in my writing. Like in any relationship, if one person is always going down on the other, after awhile they start to feel ripped off if the other person doesn’t give them some “down time” as well. This is also like a relationship where one person wants to share how they’re “feeling” about a certain issue and the other person has the attitude of “Can we just move on!” While the little whiney “feeler” may be irritating, the “move on” partner is essentially saying, “Your feelings are so irrelevant to me that I don’t even want to acknowledge them.”

Perhaps I am a whiney “feeler.” Maybe I just want a blowjob. But besides just being an April Fools’ joke, I also wanted to throw in a little teaching lesson. So often we “think” we are solid in something that we “know” to be the true, be it a belief system or a friendship, and find ourselves suddenly challenged when we either acquire some new information that challenges the very system in which we are invested. This can include a religion, a diet, or even how we view another person. And the new information almost inevitably results in anger, as you fight with a death grip to hold your sense of self together which is suddenly slipping by the addition of a carefully placed squirt of Astroglide. I would suggest our belief system or friendship is built on sand if a single doubt or event could bring it crashing down.

I always thought that most of the Bible was a collection of fairy tales propagated by fairies with devil’s tails who wear dresses, live in the Vatican and molest small boys while the Pope covers up their hellish deeds. I remember reading about the nephilim in the Book of Genesis, right after the discussion about Phil Collins’ receding hairline. The nephilim were supposedly giants back in Biblical times. It wasn’t until I saw a speaker talk about giant 35-foot skeletons that were discovered and did some YouTube research that I had a real Astroglide shock to my belief system as I said to myself, “I don’t know what to believe anymore!”

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tI8q8xTSoXk [start at 1:50 as the beginning of this video is pretty worthless]

And while I didn’t really take my words seriously in response to Dizzy’s ridiculous defense for Ash Wednesday [see comments under “Ash Holes” http://rebelyogi.com/ash-heads.html], thinking our years of friendship would allow her not to take them so seriously either, it seems that this one interaction Astroglided our friendship as well, destroying for her any closeness that we may have shared. And while I am not a fool that doesn’t understand anger and hurt—and even a time to move on from a relationship—I had kind of hoped that the cut of the sword of my words would remain on the surface and that the anger and hurt wouldn’t penetrate so deeply as to gangrene our friendship into a rotting, stinking mass that needed to be extricated in order to save the individual. I guess her discovery that sometimes I allow my words to precede my empathy for another’s feelings was in the same biblical proportion as the photos of the nephilim was for me.

The one reader who voiced concern for me regarding “April Fools” said the piece felt more like “being yelled at” than the others she had read. I wanted to challenge my readers to explore for themselves how quicksand their opinions of me are and whether one expression of “yell” would immediately make their ears grow deaf to my silent whispers thereafter. If you honestly thought I thought you shallow scum and I hated blacks, women, Jews and gays, could you look at my words in the same way? Or would you see them filtered through a judgmental screen?

In order for the “experiment” to be more real, I couldn’t just write the next day and so I sat on it for a week and didn’t post anything. One of my main points with this un-blog, if there is one, is to not only to entertain but to have you question even the most solid foundations of your belief system and understandings.

I also allowed the lead writing piece to be one that wasn’t necessarily optimally representative of what I have to offer, for not only my subscribers but for anyone who I have met briefly through expos and teachings or who have been referred to my site or found it because when they did a Google search for “How to shove things up an ass,” my site came right behind the NYC Police Department Procedures Manual and George Bush’s Skull & Bones initiation. I did this for Truth. Not the truth that is read in a book and defined by facts and figures provided by some “expert’s” experience or, more likely, his plagiarism of an experience that he never had, but the truth that you have come to through your own discovery, be it a temporary truth or a lasting one.

Frankly, I doubt most of you did much self-reflecting and the only thing this experiment showed was how far up your own asses you have shoved your heads (which, incidentally, comes after “Enlightening Nonsense” on the “How to shove things up an ass” Google search.) Maybe you justify your shallow well-digging with, “I have better things to do than to ponder nonsense” or, taking Dizzy’s lead, “I have other priorities now.”

I’m not sure there are any “priorities” that should take precedence over exploring beyond the surface of all our hurts and anger and judgments and beliefs and opinions to arrive at the core of Who I Am. And maybe when that happens we will laugh at how silly we have been in our dealings in life, how seriously we took nonsense and how we used things to build walls around us while pretending that this somehow made us stronger.

I’m back, beyotches! And I won’t rest until I burn all of your peripheral nonsense to ash so that your Phoenix can fly free. Unless I get tired. Then I may just rest.

http://www.southparkstudios.com/clips/155184

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REFLECTION:

What do you hold to be your truth? Even the concept of “your” truth is possessive and will always be limited by the ego’s grasping to be special. What would happen if you suddenly discovered that your truth was not, in fact, truth? What would happen to your world? A rebel would be totally psyched, for she has hacked away one more decaying limbs and is now one step closer to the capital “t” Truth where she no longer needs limbs to carry her. A pussy whines and cries at the blood that comes from her and will even try to modify the facts to fit her fiction. Are you a rebel or a pussy?

MEDITATION:

Imagine waking up and going through your day devoid of any beliefs, opinions or judgments. Would you brush your teeth or do you do this because you have a “belief” that this is important for health and hygiene?

Imagine yourself interacting with another about what some might call a “controversial” issue, perhaps abortion or Obama’s Socialist national health care or 9/11 being an inside job. How would it feel to discuss these issues without a preconceived idea of the “truth”? Could you even imagine it? As John Lennon wrote in the song Imagine: “I wonder if you can.”

Imagine your interactions with your friends and associates and family—and strangers—where you didn’t have a preconceived notion of how they “should” behave, what is “proper,” what is “ethical,” what is “moral”—all concepts that are made up by society and have no bearing or relevance to Truth. What would this kind of relating even look like? Can you imagine? I wonder if you can.

FOOL-AID

April Fools

Thursday, April 1st, 2010

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This will be my last posting on this un-blog and what better day than to do so on April Fools, the perfect memorialization for this Sacred Clown. While I would like to leave you with something profound, such as, “It was called ‘Enlightening Nonsense’ and now it is time for you to take the ‘Enlightenment’ and leave the ‘Nonsense” behind,” I’ve got nothing for you; except my middle finger.

I’ve poured my heart and God’s heart through my vehicle onto over 500 electronic pages and what have I gotten back from you? Zip. Nada. Nothing. Zero. “Oh, Swami X, that is not very ‘enlightened’ of you, for you should not give in order to get back—have you forgotten what Lord Krishna told Arjuna in the Bhagavad Gita?” I haven’t forgotten that the only thing I want to see coming out of your mouth is my semen and only if you are seriously choking on my load.

I’ve shared with you my deep thoughts and my personal struggles. I’ve shared with you words from masters beyond me, beyond time, from Osho to Jesus. Out of all of my readers, only about two of you lamos have offered anything back to me, sharing how my pieces have touched them or moved them or caused their bowels to move (unfortunately for one while she was driving in her car.) Is this how you relate to your beloved—be it a man, woman or God—by taking, taking, taking and never giving anything back?

Do you know what it is like to write in a vacuum with the only sound being Justin Bieber singing “One Time” in the background with no response, feedback or nice words in return? I’m sure you’ve never even considered this, that by just sharing with me that you’ve received my gifts and they either made you think a little differently, challenged you to take action on your path, or maybe just made you laugh, that this would be enough. Well, fuck you very much for that.

I dropped having a “mission” awhile back, especially inspired by the retarded spiritual activism of Roach whose mission should be to be crushed under the boot of reality and to face her own issues and stop avoiding them by trying to solve the world’s. But I wasn’t really writing for you, my selfish readers. I wrote because I had things inside of me that needed to come out or else I’d explode. And I found that when I was in flow, it didn’t matter whether I was writing poetry or pornography, that it was all God.

But then I get a few stupid ones of you who when you finally open your fuckin’ mouths, you criticize me, my writing, God. How dare you! Most of you are so dense that if Jesus tapped you on the shoulder and asked for a blowjob you wouldn’t recognize him. You’d still blow him because you’re whores. But you would blow anyone who stuck a dick in your face.

I’ve grown tired of you and the silence that has festered into a boil of anger that is now exploding. And so fuck you very much.

I will still write, only I will focus my energy solely on getting paid for my work, as you leeches suck blood but the only blood you give back is when you bleed out of your vaginas. “He’s lost it.” “Poor Swami X.” Save it! I don’t need your pity and I certainly don’t need your judgment. I could beat any of you in a fight with fists, words or light. What ground could you possibly stand, you feeble ones, on which to judge me?

I don’t hate you for being useless bottom feeders. I just won’t cry for you when the New World Order Scum kill you with vaccines and chem trails and radiation and genetically modified food and polluted water.

There was a hypothetical situation that animal rights professor Steven Best presented to much controversy. He said if his building were burning, he would save his dog before he saved his neighbor. I wouldn’t save you even if my dog was already outdoors getting fucked by Muhammad—oh wait, Muhammad didn’t fuck dogs, only 12-year old girls.

As the Native warrior Crazy Horse said to his troops as they were riding into battle, “Hokahey, today is a good day to die!” I welcome the death of my belief system, the death of my body and now the death of this un-blog. I welcome the death of you April fools as well.

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As an afterthought, whenever I wrote in a sexist, racist, anti-Semitic, homophobic or insulting way to any other group, it was not in jest but because I really believe every word that I wrote.

When I wrote in a sexist fashion, that is because women are pathetic little whiners who do nothing but nag and get all emotional and bother men. A woman is a life-support system for the vagina, that’s all.

When I wrote racist things, black man, you are the dumbest, most crime-ridden people in our country. Keep crying about slavery 400-years ago, as the Gooks come here and in a single generation make something of themselves while you ask for reparations for your pathetic lives. As far as I’m concerned, you should pay back Uncle Sam for the expense of the boat ride over here.

When I wrote anti-Semitic things, seriously Jews, is it not all true? You are the cheapest, most manipulative bunch of them all. Hitler was a sociopath but it doesn’t mean that his vision of a world without Jews wasn’t a beautiful one. As far as I’m concerned, it was the same as Jesus’ vision of a Heaven on earth.

And faggots, I would say some truths about you but you would probably burst into tears and ruin your computers. Go put on some lipstick, suck a few dicks, prance around like fruit loops and try to have people take you seriously. I am against gay marriage not only because I think marriage is stupid but also because I hate gays.

“Once the center is detached completely [from the periphery], if you can remain undisturbed in anger, in desire, you can play with desires, anger, with disturbances.”

—Osho in Meditation: The First and Last Freedom (p. 127)

[REVISION: PLEASE READ]

Saturday, March 13th, 2010

I added a whole new ending to “I Rather Be Waterboarded” that took it out of the “Stories About Nothing” category and made it into a story about something. Please re-read or just read after the second picture. Apparently interacting with our parents can still teach us a thing or two! I’m still waiting for the second thing that they can teach me.

Swami X

Not A Porn Site

Thursday, February 11th, 2010

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Being a civil libertarian and a champion of the individual’s rights, I generally let all my un-blog readers’ comments go up without editing them out, even though the comments are only a hair’s width more intelligent than the postings I see at the conspiracy website prisonplanet.com, which seems to require the phrase, “I’d like to kill all those Zionist Nazi bastards!” to be included in every posting.

Just the other day there was an article there about how Christian missionaries in Haiti were stopped trying to take Haitian children across the border and the Haitian authorities are seeking charges of kidnapping against them. Glancing down at the comments section, sure enough—an article about Christian pedophiles—has comments like, “Well at least they’re not as bad as the Zionist Jews!”

I’ve received a few spam comments at Enlightening Nonsense and a few from blogs that obviously have a computer program that lets them know if anyone writes certain keywords so that they can “ping” them and ask to cross-link in the hope of increasing traffic to their site. I’ve accepted a few of those, finding it amusing that, for example, a golf site would ask me to cross-link because I used a phrase to describe my ass as looking as if someone had given me an ass-kicking while wearing a pair of spiked golf shoes.” [http://rebelyogi.com/not-brad-pitt.html] Some I’ve rejected.

And then there was some comments from “Chad,” an early stalker of mine, which were just so vile and stupid that I not only blocked them but I had to jump in a cesspool just to feel clean after reading them. [See “Mein Kampf” [http://rebelyogi.com/mein-kampf-2.html]

So the other day was the first time I blocked a comment from a reader who is neither unknown nor a complete moron like Chad. It was posted to my piece “The Anal Sex Debate” [http://rebelyogi.com/the-anal-sex-debate.html]. They posted a link to a webpage that contained funny, dirty cartoons.

I went to the site and, personally, I liked it. But as much trash and filth as you may perceive me to utter, it is all nonsense designed to entertain, to shock you out of your stupor, to reclaim ALL of the words and thoughts and feelings and emotions that the yoga posers have told us are not “spiritual” and therefore off-limits, and because it is fun for me. But I don’t particularly care nor intend for this un-blog to become a place where a group of derelicts gather to share their latest deviancies and foul-mouthed antics.

And sometimes I even find it sad when people think that they have to talk like sewer rats in order to “keep up” with me, especially when that is not their authenticity. For those of you who have taken a class with me or heard me speak in person, I rarely curse and have only used the phrase, “As dry as a nun’s vagina” when I was speaking at the 10 million person Gathering of Pedophile Clergy at the Vatican and even then it was only based from my personal experience of sleeping with nuns and not used frivolously.

I want to emphasize that the poster was not “bad” for posting the link and that I actually liked what I saw on the site; I think I laughed out loud three times and blew two loads, the second of which cost me $300 to get my keyboard cleaned.

But as much as I like to support free expression, this is not a democracy—this is an anarchical dictatorship, which means that I make the rules and I break them, too. This is in contrast to the United States of America, which is a dictatorship, disguised as a Democracy, supposed to be a Republic.

Oh no, looks like that line will get me on the terrorist watch list! I wouldn’t mind if it were the old days, when that would translate into full body cavity searches at the airports, which has resulted in my laughing out loud three times and blowing two loads, the second of which has caused the zipper on my carry-on to always stick.

But in today’s day and age, it means accumulating disease-causing radiation in my body as I am forced to stand in a full-body scanner which will produce completely naked pictures of my body and result in my being forced to drop my pants as, what always happens, they mistake my 14” cock for a shotgun and then having all the workers print out a copy of my naked scan and ask me to sign it, thinking with a schlong that big that I must be some famous porn star.

http://www.prisonplanet.com/exposed-naked-body-scanner-images-of-film-star-printed-circulated.html

DON’T FORGET TO READ THE “PAGES”!

Wednesday, December 30th, 2009

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As my loyal readers know, there are times I can be a bit, shall we say, “long-winded,” usually due to a bad combination of foods fermenting in my stomach. When I have a real bad case of, shall we say, “diarrhea of the mouth,” often due to giving a rim job to my partner right after a night of All-You-Can-Eat Mexican food, instead of posting it under “POSTS,” I post it under “PAGES.”

Unfortunately, with the same frustration that “Bones” the doctor from the original Star Trek used to get when Captain Kirk asked him to do something outside of his expertise, “Dammit Jim, I am a creative, not a technician!” I don’t know how to let viewers who are not signed-up to “Enlightening Nonsense” and just pop in when they want to without any love or loyalty like a pecker does a Glory Hole, know when I post a new PAGE how to find it besides having you scroll through the list at the right of the posts and see if there is anything that tickles your fancy, and by “fancy” I mean ass.

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Check out some of the latest PAGES, such as The Da Swami Code” where I break down for all the self-proclaimed experts on me the secret code in my writing to transform you from a total idiot to an idiot with a sense of humor. Read, Being In The Moment,” where I call Eckhart Tolle a sell-out who just wrote his book to get laid and what “being in the moment” really entails as an individual and as a society. Read, “A Christmas Without Jesus,” a piece written on Christmas Day where I talk about Muslims and Jews and only mention Christians when referring to pedophile priests. Or check out my latest PAGE posting or, uh, posting that’s a PAGE, called “A Second-Hand Emotion” where I write about love and how for most it is nothing more than a Tina Turner song.

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My book The 10 Commandments of Dog Training is making its way to the desk of two different big publishers who I think I’ll let fight it out like Michael Vick’s dogs. I’ve also had one of the two people who have read it give me great editing advice that I will implement in the third draft (the other person was my mother who ripped her shirt and exclaimed, “I have no son!”) And I have a great photographer who is committed to the project as well. You can read the Introduction for a teaser [http://rebelyogi.com/the-10-commandments-of-dog-training-introduction.html].

The way things stand now, the second book will be Why I Hate Yoga and will have funny stories from the yoga world as well as yoga philosophy as translated through a rebel yogi. You can read “Practicing Yoga Is A Waste Of Time” [http://rebelyogi.com/practicing-yoga-is-a-waste-of-time] for a taste.

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The third book scheduled is Rawful Behavior: Inside The Cult of Raw Foodism, an investigative report where I will break open this dangerous cult like Geraldo Rivera breaks open a 6-pack and a case of moustache wax. This exposé will break my cover like Dick Cheney did CIA agent Valerie Plume and therefore guarantee me the status of persona non grata in this fruity cult. Read “A Threesome Spoiled,” the piece that, unbeknownst to me at the time, had me removed for two weeks from the Presenter line-up at the Raw Spirit Festival in D.C. [http://rebelyogi.com/a-threesome-spoiled].

The fourth book will be Autobiography of a Jackass. God was wanting to write his own unauthorized biography about me called Even I Make Mistakes! but I told him, “Look, who listens to you anyway?” He agreed and let me write my own story. Truthfully, he’s still stuck in “Thou art” language and his writing is a bit dry. This did inspire another book idea, Arguing With God.

I have a few other book ideas, including a blockbuster story that I don’t want to reveal yet. Alright, I will: The Blockbuster Story: How They Became A Successful Rental Store Without Carrying Porn. Then again, I may not write anything, close my bank account and retire to Budapest with Abandon for a few years where we will live like royalty on my 23 cents savings.

My hope in my writing is for you to be entertained and to stimulate your transformation into a more complete you, for you to become a wholly person, someone who is whole, and not a holy one, someone who has a lot of holes and acts like a spiritual douchebag in order to hide them. That and to make the voices in my head go away.

Take comfort in knowing that while I write through a character that may appear at times like an angry, bitter, jaded, perverted psychopath, that I am not jaded, and by that I mean tied to a whipping post by four Asian women while they throw ninja stars at me. That being said, I am looking for one more Asian woman and please, all applicants need to show proper I.D. “Dammit Jim, I’m a pervert, not a pedophile!”

Om-ly Yours,

Swami X