Brent White

East Hampton, CT, United States

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Brent White
Posted 9 months ago
Ethan Nadelmann: Why we need to end the War on Drugs
Not meant as poetry, but rather sound bytes to break it down. Generals & Pols & Talking Heads The ménage et trios Pontificating & spinning Hawking & selling their goods The war on Satan’s drugs As always nothing new & fresh And yet occasionally they do let slip Amidst their lies & stats Together & inseparable The marriage of guns & drugs Thugocracies have long prevailed The drug lords live in opulence With income far exceeding Their country’s GDP Atop the large disparity Ruling the haves & have-nots Where staggeringly more than sixty percent Live in poverty Clearly a no-brainer For peasants to seek employment In service to the drug cartels To earn their daily bread Thugocracies with armies & navies Well armed & far more potent Than the countries in which they reside With gens d'armes & arbiters Cozy in their pockets too With more mayhem & murder Than other countries combined Thugocracies with wealth & power That Uncle Sam’s children provide The transfer of wealth stupendous With thug’s margins & profits divine Inner city’s most likely decline Zombie armies with crosses & tombstones In the eyes of the addicts abound US, the world’s supplier Of ammo & guns To whence does much of this go To thugacracies far and near The instruments of our own demise Thus bringing the circle home What chances have we to stop this Corporate malfeasance & naked greed To reap monstrous profits worldwide Best whimper & run away Or so they bid us to obey Send drones to fight our holy war? Against terror & drugs To which the drudge on dole reply “With sovereign governments We must abide and play” With the military & industrial complex We dare not trifle Lest the hammer of Thor descend To crush the mild & meek As fervently they pray While cluelessly they fabricate The luxury goods With which the Drug Lords play Who cares about the druggies In the ghettos of the U.S.A. They drag us down along with them While boosting our GDP As we buy more guns & ammo To scare scuzz-balls away
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Brent White
Posted about 1 year ago
David Chalmers: How do you explain consciousness?
What If? by bew! What if? We are children Charles Babbage Our father Ada Lovelace Our mother And their union Birthed reality? What if? Our Sub-conscious Shapes reality Without consciously controlling our reality And Choice a fantasy Free will predestined? What if? We are all part of a simulation Within a quantum-organic Meta computer? What if? Our souls Programmed to interact With other byts of consciousness To create The collective consciousness Of reality What if? Through time Our organic consciousness Reiterates Our programmed selves Within different equations Of perceptions Experimental permutations Of multi-causal realities? What if? Plato got it right Our cave a computer We can never understand The nature of reality But rather only shadows Of what we desire And need to be ? What if? The Master Programmer Monitors each of his mortal data bytes Algorithmically And alters our individual programs To grant our prayers? What if? The Collective Consciousness Of the multi-linear Trans-dimensional Omni-present programs Of our consciousness Evolved To create ourselves
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Brent White
Posted over 1 year ago
Wendy Chung: Autism — what we know (and what we don’t know yet)
I am an identical twin. My brother has always made friends easily while I have always been a loner. I make acquaintances, not friends. He, and my other siblings have always dismissed me as being socially retarded, and I've always agreed with them. They won't have much to do with me, and my brother even had his comment published in National Geographic that the worst thing to ever happen to him was to be born a twin. I did have a very successful career in the Navy, but nearly always was on independent duty, and was able to get away with being socialially retanded because I was always unusually good at my job. I am married, but she is a saint, and was the one who pursued me in our courting. To say that I have a different thought process would be a vast understatement. I recall that as a child a grad student used my brother and I in her research - I don't know what ever came of that, but my mom said that the test results were unusual enough that she also did tests on our other 3 siblings. I have had more than one performance evaluation in which my evaluators have said that I need to work on making eye contact. But then I have always had poor hearing and an audiologist said that I look at peoples' mouths for visual cues. I have never been dx with ASD, but rather my social issues have been dx as bi-polar. What do you think?
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Brent White
Posted over 1 year ago
New Earth Short Stories
Quantum Musings, continued, page 3 … if I am stronger than gravity how can IT hold the universe together? … because it never gives up … the trans-universal tortoise to the quantum electromagnetic hare … Ryan’s pet theory… the wave function itself imparts mass hence gravity to matter. not the God-like boson particle ..dark energy and dark matter ...ephemeral as the neither world …so ya gotta read between the lines… …. God’s domain in the empty spaces … does the autistic child’s musing … God, Multiverse, Holy Trinity, Flying Spaghetti Monster in the same breath offend you? ...tread lightly in your rebuttal … the autistic child may start headbanging ..talk softly ...lightly hold his hand ....smile as you agree Author: ©Brent White 11-19-13 Original Language - English, American English
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Brent White
Posted over 1 year ago
New Earth Short Stories
Quantum Musings, continued, page 2 … and if photons are bits of electromagnetic energy that emit from a transmuted neutron how is it that light is absorbed by or reflected from an object by the excitement of electrons in the electron cloud? …and if matter is mostly empty space, devoid even of subatomic particles at the quantum level why don't most photons just pass through regardless of the vibrational frequency of photons and electrons? ... ergo, everything should be transparent… …and let us not forget that within the electron cloud electrons have different energy levels of vibrational frequency embraced by their own wave function …. ah! I see the light! … the boy waves his hands with changing amplitude and frequency vibrating the cloud of dust motes ablaze from photons cascading through the window pane … a subatomic particle (bit if energy actually) originating from the electron cloud is an electron … a bit of energy with the same mass as an electron emanating from the nucleus is a positron …. or a photon... … and what about dark energy and matter we cannot perceive by any known means that quantum physicists believe in with religious fervor? … faith in string theory which in turn gives birth to the multiverse, seem as logically consistent as the Flying Spaghetti Monster … or the Holy Trinity …. or perhaps the alternate universes with which we co-exist ARE the yin to our yang and expressed as the attractive force of gravity that holds our universes together … as such, this attractive force would permeate the multiverse with gravity most focused where the matter of the infinite universes overlap … does this make at least as much sense as mythical ether? the dark energy and matter of quantum mysticism “I am mightier than gravity!” blurts the autistic child demonstratively as he picks up a crayon Continued next page
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Brent White
Posted over 1 year ago
New Earth Short Stories
Quantum Musings of an Autistic Child not certain if this qualifies as a children's story, but it is based upon a composite of two autistic children I know) Quantum Musings by bew! It’s not an original idea, postulating that gravity spread across the multiverse explains its feeble force . it made sense to him when he read it in Discovery Magazine … but then why are not the other forces trans-space/time/dimensional too? Hey, maybe gravity is God's hand holding it all together ... or God's hyperbolic, trans-dimensional joke on old ladies with saggy boobs? …That’s what grandma says… The autistic boy pondered these things while walking in the drizzly rain ... oh no! ten minutes late to school …. and how does an alpha or beta particle result from an unstable isotope's neutron decay into a photon with an electron or proton (or is it neutron) flying out with gamma rays? ... how about a photon exciting electrons, cascading, reflecting absorbing into an electron cloud? ... hmmmm…. the similarity of photons and electrons … and how does gamma radiation fit into the equation? “Ryan! …are you with us?” queries the TLC Aid… “…star light, star bright… first star I see tonight I wish I may, I wish I might have this wish I wish tonight…” …how can an electron originate in the nucleus of an atom from the decay of a neutron? or a photon from fusion in the sun? …but if a photon excites the nucleus of an atom and the atom's nucleus emits a subatomic particle is it then called a photon? … photon, electron, positron, beta particle all seem interchangeable only with different origins ... and all are part of the electromagnetic spectrum ... Can anyone shed some light on this? ... “self absorption and getting lost in his cloistered quantum world aids and abets his social ineptitude” declares the Special Ed. Teacher at TLC Continued, next page
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Brent White
Posted over 1 year ago
New Earth Short Stories
Creator poked a pithy stick Into the burning sun Then gave the brandt to Rainbow Crow To quickly carry back to earth Before it burned all up. Doughty Rainbow Crow dove straight down As fast as he could go The burning stick charred all his beautiful feathers And because he breathed the smoke and heat His throat grew harsh and hoarse. Rainbow Crow became a bird of black With an unpleasant caw Yet forever and forever after, All creation proudly honored him For he had brought us fire Old Man finished with his story By saying that the crow Is still most highly honored, All across the big, wide world Never hunted by any at all Grandma then whispered to me That if you look very closely At the crow’s black feathers, You can see the many colors Gleaming through the black. Author: as told by ©Brent White 11-17-13 Adapted from Thom, James Alexander (2010-08-18). The Red Heart (pp. 45 – 46). Random House, Inc.. Kindle Edition. Original Language - English, American English Author's Note:
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Brent White
Posted over 1 year ago
New Earth Short Stories
Rainbow Crow as told by Brent Child eagerly leaned forward Delighted to be hearing A story of understanding About “Muhnuka’hazh” The many color bird” Old man made a sweeping arc Through the air before him While humming in a sing-song voice “Many color in sky, this so” He then made the arc again “Rainbow?” “E heh!” He pointed at her, grinning. “Yes. Muhnuka’hazh Is name of Rainbow Crow” Child understood Old Man to say “Rainbow Crow sing so good” Old Man tilted his head far back Then closed his eyes in wistful thought And whistled a lovely trill Bird notes floating through the air Child believed that she could understand Of what her Old Man spoke Although crows sing very badly And she had never known Of a many-colored raven As Old Man told his story Child believed and waited for more She glimpsed Grandmother watching her And peering at Old Man too, While smiling as Grandma’s do Child snuggled up to Grandma Rapt with Old Man’s story, Old Man spoke Leni Lenape Sometimes hard to understand, Til Grandma signed it with her hands Nevertheless the story bit into her fertile mind. Of Rainbow Crow most beautiful Back in the ancient days Before the cold days came Snow Spirit came into the world All creatures fairly froze They needed for a stalwart soul To go and beseech Kijilamuh The Creator who Creates by thinking They needed for someone to ask The Creator to benignly think Of the sun as warmly glowing Across a sun-kissed land And keep frozen death at bay Rainbow Crow bravely chose to go He flew upward for three days. When he made it to the fabled land He begged for the Creator’s notice By singing proud and true But when he begged Creator To make it warm again Creator said he could not help Because he had already thought it cold He could not think it warm again. But in a sudden blaze of thought Fire suddenly came into being It brightly danced with promise To give warmth to all the creatures Even in the cold of dawn Continued next page
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Brent White
Posted over 1 year ago
New Earth Short Stories
Purple Bill, page 13 (last page) Santa has retired to his cottage in Moodus, where I will join him soon. Purple Bill and Holy Roller regret that they cannot be here to wish you all a very Merry Christmas, but even now as I speak, they are busy delivering gifts and spirituality to all the good folks of Usa, regardless of race, creed, religious preference, or sexual orientation. But we do have a special treat for you. Now, live, from the North Pole, and magically transformed by the Spirit of Christmas….my replacements as the Chief Toy-makers for the King….Ikybob and Rash, singing for you their new theme song…’I’m the First Toymaker for the King’!” “It’s a difficult responsibility When you accept an appointment from his majesty You must try for perfect quality When you’re the first Toymaker to the King!” As all the good folks of Usa sang ‘Have a Holly Jolly Christmas’ along with Ikybob and Rash, sightings were reported throughout the land of Usa about Purple Bill in his purple golf cart with Abby as a hood ornament, pulled by four tiny reindeer, and Holy Roller on her black and white Sting Ray with Suki purring in the handlebar basket, pulled by four tiny reindeer. On Christmas morning all the good folks of Usa were delighted to find their stockings stuffed with warm socks, psalms, and candy in addition to the mounds of Christmas presents under their Christmas trees, wrapped in bible verses. Song filled the land of Usa as the song ‘Oh Holy Night’ issued forth each and every time a Christmas present was opened. The End! And may you have a very merry Christmas! Original Author: ©Brent White 11-17-13 Original Language - English, American English Author's Note: On Christmas Eve, I awakened laughing with what I call a "night funny." I had dreamed about my brother-in-law giving out Christmas presents while wearing a purple hat. Christmas morning, while drinking a cup of hot chocolate at a Starbucks, I expanded this night funny into this story.