How to Do It

How to do it... get your mind out of the gutter, I'm talking about being an online activist, you doorbell
There are many ways. And every bit helps, general conversation included. So I was minding my own business...

when it happened. And, yes, I suspected it would, but, understand I've already been through hell and I was trying to enjoy the rest of my life. The financial crash of 2008 hit and seemed to make everyone around me suddenly open their eyes, which I found semi-funny. People enjoy sleeping. I had so many problems during my whole life sleeping and staying asleep that now I was trying it out and actually having a few triumphs but was getting it interrupted now by others who were finally waking up and not liking it either. The conversations were hilarious.

So, I had already created this one youtube channel. The IT channel, for experimentation and mostly fun. But, then things got serious and I used the channel and created more channels to further serious conversation. I made lots of friends from strangers in strange lands. communicated with like minded people and caught up with old friends and tried to inform and educate close family and friends. Would you believe, it was harder to be on the same level with friends and family? It seemed those on my same mental level were thousands of miles away. Oh well.

http://www.youtube.com/user/Teezvid At the time, I also had a channel on Revver, but that got dumped because they went out of business and I was segregating my material between channels based on content, relevancy and colors and themes, so all these revver videos never made it back to the internet, because my life got disrupted and I couldn't get them back online. Besides the conversation had become much more serious now and I was following it more than trying to be part of it.

I had started my first blog in 2005, also experimental as I was watching the technology improve http://reckless-endangerment.blogspot.com/

I'm now lost in the shuffle of criminal and banking and business law attorneys with blogs with the same name. It would be hard for you to find me. But, at the time, I thought I was doing something novel and still wanted my privacy. So it was a creative writing experiment, mostly. I was learning to code, the hard way, by teaching myself at home from advice and examples from other peoples blogs. It was then I also discovered how much worth while information was out there in the blogesphere, which sadly no one around me seemed to be using. They were all still moving at a snails pace to the business as usual tune.

Instead of trying to detail every action I took, I will just list all the online material I can recall :

Youtube Channels

IT aka TEEZVID (music videos, tzm support, experimental video) has a blogger blog (see below)

Twig Snap Butt Crack, (reluctant, animated sex object, tzm support, ows support)had a long winded wordpress site and blog known as The Terrible TwigSnapButtCrack, no longer in existence, now just a blogger blog of stuff I could recover from the way back machine)

(Soundcloud channel)

(live ustream experimentation , link below)

DrQandtheGang aka The Pond or Jungle Boggie (live stream experimentation, pond creatures, animal life, tzm support)my current constant google profile as M Zero.

TZMArizona (tzm support, tvp support, recorded debates, skype interviews and promotions)

Zdancemobz, creative idea for Z Day event, (I got crazy one day with my small webcam, a webcam program called "webcammax" and recorded a bunch of promos for this idea, and had to create a new channel for it, even gave Twigsnap Buttcrack a feature there



BLOGS

TEEZ Video Travels (blog that goes with the IT channel)
Tucumcari Observer
Kingman Crazy Horse
You'vegottobekiddingme
Pajama Bandits
DanceMobz for Change
Mother Zero
Pond J. Boogie generally, I have many blogs on blogger because they are easy to post videos on and write for in a hurry and I can have as many titles as I want to spread awareness and education in many places, not just one. Being cripple does not mean that I have to be stationary or think stationary. On any day I can share as many videos as I want on all of my blogs if I want. I can link my blogs to other blogs or share them on facebook or twitter or tumbler or google, in as many ways as I like. But, so can you.

Live USTREAM
Jungle Boogie (live stream)or The Pond
Twig Snap Butt Crack Tick Talk Live

Scripts
Lucretia's Cat
The Basket Case

Soundcloud Channel
TwigSnapButtCrack Latest sounds by Twigsnapbuttcrack

The Last Road Run (slurpee)

I am so tired and uncomfortable and dammit if I don't have a fine bed to sleep in anymore. I wish to be free of all these attachments. Or do I?

The attachments I might want seem to be risks that hold me back. The attachments I don't want, I cannot get rid of. My ass is like a led weight. My ankles keep popping in and out. My back feels like it has a shark's tooth sticking out of it. I can't even take a freaking shower in this hell hole. Somebody get me the fuck out of here before I scream. New York was ice cold and I found that my friend was really my worst enemy, so I decided to leave. It wasn't that we couldn't relate, it's that we wouldn't relate. I couldn't get her out of her mess so she wasn't about to create any kind of an escape for me. We would both have to fend for ourselves and that's fine, after all. We were both injured beyond belief, but eventually would become stronger. Maybe. At least I was going to try. I don't know whatever the hell she was going to do. At that point I didn't care much. But, now I had to back track. Back to Chicago, which I was not looking so forward to. Occupy was where I wanted to be anyway.

Without Occupy there would be no way to balance the anger and fatigue.

Taken (from my other blog)

Taken

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Millions of hand written pages I thought I tossed away, have never left my brain. But, I'll tell you what I don't have, thousands of physical items I once had possession of, shoes, clothes, furniture, gifts from loved ones; time to kill, invitations to be, now all gone; vases, chairs, a bed I so deeply cherished and tried to hold on to, gone. Of spatulas and DVD's, cameras and honey bees, nothing remains the same. There is nothing more constant than change.

My mind covers about two hundred kilometers a minute of all things past and I can't slow it down except to stop my whole body and breathe. It's so tiring, I have to be alone because people bother me. They say things they do not mean and do things without thinking of how it will effect anyone else. The self preservation is understandable, so I just try to preserve myself without them because I would probably be dead if I let them have control.

I once investigated a homocide scene where four people lay dead from gunshot wounds and it turned out that they were taken for a measley amount of two hundred dollars. That's fifty dollars a piece for each of those lives. All the worth they might have tried to be, all the tangible or pysical value they might have tried to produce was leveled down to fifty dollars by someone with revenge eating away at his brain and methamphetamines, a lethal mixture. One of the thousands of combinations that bring about death. Think about the millions whom have died over some pocket cash, maybe even less than fifty dollars, sometimes even seventy five cents, a piece of candy, a pair of tennis shoes, a jacket or a hat. Is your life, is anybodies worth only that?

To all the parents and grandparents, sisters and brothers, doctors and lawyers that wish they could help fight off these destructive addictions, don't suggest the lame solution of God or the lame solution of therapy and by all means don't give them any reason to take your money or steal your items of proposed value, just resign to get rid of it all and say "I advocate a Resouce Based Economy model for society", because that is the only way to fix the situation. If you have nothing of value that you can call yours, there is nothing to sell, nothing to steal. Often, the only thing that protects your possessions from being taken is to kill those who are trying to take it from you, and is that really what you want to do? You may not know it, even just a few minutes before it happens, but if it ever comes to that, your behavior may shock you.

And the moment that you pull that trigger or poison that tea or set off that backpack bomb or load that machine gun or man that tank, you've done it, you have resorted to the lowest of morality, by meaning to take a life for a physical possession that isn't even yours, and will never be yours, because all things physical cannot transcend with you at the end of your life. You don't even have the capacity to take along with you your physical body, Your face, your hair, your eyes, your limbs, all the millions of thoughts hidden in your brain, it all stays to decompose. So what have you done? You have killed someone to save an item that is of the earth only as you might be taken to the heavens, or wherever the hell you go.

I don't profess to know God or even try to understand it. It's not mine to completely understand, I cannot capture the universe as it is or has been because I am a small part and I will change and before I can even see the thing, it is one way and as my eyes might arrange a viewing, it has absolutely changed.