WTF Animal Kingdom: Weaver Ants Rip Apart Enemy (Red ant)

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We have these weaver ants (the large ones) here in Thailand. They are smart ants. They look right at you when you put your face close to them. They appear to be figuring you out as they do so.

Here they are ripping a red ant apart. Why do they do this? It’s “natural”. Many things here on earth have these genetic behaviors pre-wired from birth. They kill enemies in whatever way possible. Usually it involves teamwork like this, stretch them until they fly apart.

Why would a creator, a god, an alien, whatever made this world – or started this game… why would it be created LIKE THIS? What the fark is going on here? Are you seeing what I’m saying?

My college professor in Family Therapy class used to stand up on his chair in the middle of class and say,

“Am I making any SENSE to you PEOPLE?”

Well, am I?

Beautiful Sunset Illuminates the Heavens. Who Can Enjoy It?

This is typically something that happens when you think you’re having a great experience.

For me it was a sunset taking place over a southern Asian town. It was breathtaking, and the colors in the sky were changing constantly. If I stopped taking photos for even 10 seconds already the sky had changed and I felt like I was missing something. I was amazed at it. The beauty, the scale of it. God’s canvas, right? Surely this must be something the creator gave us to enjoy.

Like a good Pizza from Joe’s in The Village around 18th street (I forget the exact address). But that’s another story entirely. A sick one at that.

But back to this story…

Maybe you’ll catch a glimpse of reality during your peak experience. Maybe a bird will drop a bomb on your head. Maybe you’re sitting on a group of red ants. Maybe a centipede found the area between your foot and sandal ideally wet and warm after your climb up the hill to see the amazing sunset.

Or maybe nothing negative happens to you. As far as you’re concerned you haven’t a care in the world. You’re at one with the awesome experience and you’re blissed out.

But, if you happened to look around for a second you might see something that doesn’t mesh with the peak experience. It’s always there, in memory if not within your field of vision. I’d hope it’s somewhere close to top of mind. It’s always there for me.

For me, in this case it was whining at my feet. It was a dog that I see every time I come up to see the sunset. Well, most times. He’s a horribly suffering beast that is just one of tens of thousands (hundreds of thousands? Millions?) in Thailand. Thais’ don’t have the same sense of duty to take care of animals as most of us in the USA. They tend to let them go and do as they will, have babies as they will. Get hit by cars as they will. Get sick as they will. Live and die as they will. It’s a ‘hands-off’ approach I guess you could say.

And, what duty do we have toward dogs anyway? Why this special feeling toward dogs and not rats? Rats can be tamed. Bears and wild jaguars can be tamed. Why not the same nurturing of animals other than cats, dogs and ferrets? Not sure. For myself I feel the pain of all of them. It’s disgusting that their normal state of being is not to be without fleas, ticks, mange. That’s what aim for in the USA with our pets – but what we don’t really get, is that whatever created this whole mess – screwed the animals really good.

I can never really enjoy a sunset because this poor dog is there all the time, reminding me – life blows man. Life is sucking hard every single day not only for the people of this world, but for the animals. Maybe WORSE for the animals – who’s to say?

This dog has mange on his butt, his scrotum, his shoulders, his ear, close to his right eye and on various parts of his legs. He is unceasingly scratching and biting at his cracked, falling off and openly bleeding skin. This is his normal state. He is suffering from the time he’s awake. Add to that the Thais’ seeming indifference to when or if he gets fed.

He’s hungry every time I see him too. I bring him a container of fatty milk and either some dog food or cookies when I come up. He wolfs it all down at once. He’s insatiable. Guess he figures better get it while he can.

It’s funny how many people want to tell me the great things about life… about living this nutty game. They point out that I have it pretty good. I have my health. I have enough food everyday. I have an income – though small, using the computer to create blogs and run ads on them. I’m mentally OK. I have no genetic anomalies. I have all my fingers and toes, the right number of noses and things.

I guess I should clarify.

I’m not angry at the state of existence of man and animal-kind for myself. I understand I have things better than 99% of the entire world. I’m disgusted and outraged at the state of others’ problems. Sure, my life has been up and down but for the most part – WAY UP. There’s nothing for me to gripe about in my life except just the monotony and sickness of it that other people have to go through. Kids born to crack addicted prostitute moms might just be the most horrible way to enter the world I can think of. No wait, what about being born without arms, legs, blind and deaf?

I really feel for the people that are having a horror-show life. Animals too.

Don’t you?

Farked Human Culture: Becoming a Man in South America

In the South American Rain forest between Paraguay and Nicaragua there exists an ant with a poison sting that packs a punch. These ants are 1 inch long. Yes, you read that correctly – an ant that is 1″ long. This ant lives in the trees where it has it’s nest. Before it attacks you for messing with it – and you might not even know you’re messing with it because you might be just walking through the jungle… it SHRIEKS! Yah, it has a war-cry before it attacks you. Is that nuts? Hold on, that isn’t the point of this post… it gets worse. Much worse.

The name of this huge ant is, “Bullet Ant”. That’s a funny name, but for an unfunny reason. The sting feels like you’ve been shot with a bullet. In fact, in the entire Arthropoda Kingdom this 1″ ant ranks number one on the Schmidt Sting Index as having THE MOST PAINFUL sting on the planet.

But wait, I’m building up to something especially farked here…

Some indigenous people in the area have an initiation ceremony for celebrating the passage of a boy into manhood. You know, like a “Sweet 16″ party or something? But these misguided Neanderthals put the kids through hell in order to “become a man”.

They spend a day or so weaving these “leaf sleeves” for the kid to wear. Inside the sleeve are hundreds of these bullet ants woven into the sleeve, stingers inward and facing the arms of the unlucky boy about to “become a man”. They put the sleeve on the kid and immediately he’s stung by these things over and over for 10 minutes. If he makes it 10 minutes, that’s the ‘goal’. When they pull the sleeve off him he is a twitching, convulsing mass of farked humanity. Is he a man? What do you think?Apparently they don’t think he’s a man yet because in order to become a real man, not a girly-man, he’ll need to go through this 20 times – over and over and over before they decide -

“OK, yeah, maybe he’s a man.”

I wonder how many boys turned ladyboy there are in that culture!

In Brazil they make mits (glove type coverings) filled with these bullet ants. The kids endure what the Schmidt sting index calls, “waves of burning, throbbing, all-consuming pain that continues unabated for up to 24 hours.” NUTS!

Video of guys in Brazil sticking their hands into gloves of these.

They do it for 10 minutes at a time. They do it 20 times!

Traditions in a culture of people can be seriously twisted. Is there any logical reason a kid would need to go through this? Doesn’t a boy become a man anyway after time? Doesn’t a boy, when left alone just spontaneously become a man? It’s so bizarre that some cultures have these pain-inflicting, debilitating initiations into manhood. Military units or secret societies don’t even go through this much bull-shite. This is a young boy reaching a certain age. His life is farked from the start. Knowing this is how they turn a boy into a man it’s likely they have other horrifying practices that are wholly unnecessary…

Who set them up as fighters? Who created the farked existence of all of this mess? If it wasn’t a God, and it may not be at all, then what was it? What the hell conspired to make life on earth so F-A-R-K-E-D for us and the animals that spend time here? It’s like God’s own torture playground.

Who set this culture up? Who creates culture? Ultimately man was created with certain predispositions. What happens in each culture across the world is because of those predispositions. We are born into the world seeing that the strong survive. For some cultures that is more apparent – or more valid than in others. In the case of these South American people, they must really believe that men must be strong mentally to withstand great amounts of pain. To them, that is something very important in life because their lives must be filled with physical pain from fighting or other reasons. Are they ignorant for doing this – we say “Hell YES”. In reality, are they just doing something that is the natural result of the environment and human predispositions they were ‘given’ from the start?Yes. That’s true too. So, this kind of thing goes on.

Bizarre initiations for kids like a girl having her clitoris cut out by some African tribes continues because of ignorance… on one hand, but because they just developed that way as a natural consequence of where they live, how they’ve lived for thousands of years, and what is important to them in life. Every culture creates things that are important, in the past there have been some really outrageously disgusting practices go on… out of ignorance, but really – out of a natural progression of life based on all the predetermined variables that we’ve been given from the start. Nobody develops anything outside of those already given variables – impossible. We develop as we do because we have the possibility to. It’s natural. It’s life as we know it.

It’s such a FARKED LIFE, isn’t it?

For your viewing pleasure a portion of the Schmidt pain index for stinging insects is below, along with someone’s colorful commentary to elucidate the type of pain accompanying the sting:

1.0 Sweat bee: Light, ephemeral, almost fruity. A tiny spark has singed a single hair on your arm.
1.2 Fire ant: Sharp, sudden, mildly alarming. Like walking across a shag carpet & reaching for the light switch.
1.8 Bullhorn acacia ant: A rare, piercing, elevated sort of pain. Someone has fired a staple into your cheek.
2.0 Bald-faced hornet: Rich, hearty, slightly crunchy. Similar to getting your hand mashed in a revolving door.
2.0 Yellowjacket: Hot and smoky, almost irreverent. Imagine W. C. Fields extinguishing a cigar on your tongue.
2.x Honey bee and European hornet: Like a matchhead that flips off and burns on your skin.
3.0 Red harvester ant: Bold and unrelenting. Somebody is using a drill to excavate your ingrown toenail.
3.0 Paper wasp: Caustic & burning. Distinctly bitter aftertaste. Like spilling a beaker of hydrochloric acid on a paper cut.
4.0 Pepsis wasp: Blinding, fierce, shockingly electric. A running hair drier has been dropped into your bubble bath (if you get stung by one you might as well lie down and scream).
4.0+ Bullet ant: Pure, intense, brilliant pain. Like walking over flaming charcoal with a 3-inch rusty nail in your heel.

Want to read the Wikipedia entry on Bullet Ants? >

Vultures Eating Dying Kids in Africa

Probably you feel something as you look at this photo…

What do you feel?

Me? I feel disgust… outrage… hate… a real hate I guess… an overwhelming, “what the fark kind of world is this” kind of hate.

But hate who? Who did this? Is the baby responsible? The baby’s parents?

Maybe the vulture for having a taste for flesh of all sorts?

Maybe you, maybe you didn’t send enough money somewhere to help all the kids in the world? There are starving kids. Kids being raped during wars. Kids prostituted in poor countries. Kids sucking grisle out of neckbones of rats and snakes to survive. Didn’t YOU send enough money to help every one of them out? Of course not, you couldn’t.

So hate who? What?

Maybe, like me – you understand that the baby, the baby’s parents had little to do with this poor child’s health. Probably. There are millions of children and adults near death because they aren’t getting enough to eat everyday.

Why?

God or whatever clown set us up with this game farked some of us REALLY GOOD as you can see by the photo. When do we start getting angry at the CAUSE? The cause is not poor distribution of food… something came before that.

Do you see what I’m saying?

Very Large Spider in Web in Thailand

Very large spider I saw at a Buddhist Temple in Thailand.

SCARY?