A little update

  1. Don’t come here if you don’t have a sense of humor. I make inappropriate jokes, don’t take is personally.
  2. Don’t come here just so you can slam me, my spiritual Christian beliefs, or my libertarian views. I just delete those comments.
  3. Don’t bother reporting me, because the reports just go to me, and I don’t care about your feelz enough to fret over them. I do care about your salvation though.
  4. I can be found on Steemit, and soon DTube and DSound.
    1. https://steemit.com/@brianminister
    2. more links coming.
  5. I am not a flat earther, but I am a short timespan worlder.
    1. I’ll post links to vids soon.
    2. Evolutionists believe that people evolve out of rocks, if you go back far enough. I don’t believe that. I also don’t believe that a paramecium can produce a dog.
    3. Lastly I believe that the laws of rotational velocity conservation must be maintained, so to have planets and moons that spin backwards or in the wrong plain of axis, means that there is a major failure in the description of big bang.
    4. No, I don’t want you to prove me wrong, but I am fine if you want to post video comments. I may actually watch them.
  6. Echo chambers are dangerous. If you don’t like someone’s speech, you don’t force them out of the conversation, you provide more information and more conversation.
    1. And antidote to hate speech is more speech, not silence.

God bless and good night.

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Writing project intro: Red

Intro: Red, by Brian Webb © 2018.

Musky dark room smelled of aged cedar and mold loaded dirty water. Lights were mostly non-existent outside of what leaked in from the adjoining rooms. The air was thick with steam and the sounds of large pistons pounding in the distant. Large hoses suspended along the walls going from one room to the next throbbed with each piston beat. It gave the room a feeling of life, as if it were the bowels of some larger creature.

Alice stood there, in her red sterile hazmat suit, and thought about how this room always felt like a mirror to her emptiness. She stood there, because going into the brighter of the two adjacent rooms that was connected to this one, would expose her very soul to that which she hated most. The thing that she was commanded to call mother.

Mother wasn’t her real mother, but a living organic computer, that was the result of a project that was started before the age of semiconductors and vacuum tubes. Mother was started when people were still marveling about plants, fungi, and bacteria. So libertine scientists, madmen they were called, so began hybridizing symbiotic cellular structures into a cohesive life. Massive leaps in life science, genetics, and psychology were made, just to be kept in the closure of W.o.l.f.

World Order for Life Foundation, W.O.L.F., aka Wolf, was a group that would bring out benevolent products, on occasion, just to keep people from prying into their business. There was no benevolence to Wolf, they bought out those that would harm them, and removed those they could not buy out. Even now, Wolf was looking for its new prey.

Alice finally pulled up her courage and opened the door. Before her a large mound of beautiful and sickening colors sat before her in its life promoting bowl. Alice turned to a protrusion that looked have way between a gaunt human face and a modern art hodgepodge of natural material expressionism.

“Ah Alice, there you are.” Came a gravelly voice from the depths of the protrusion. It craned its long spindly neck to turn its face towards Alice. “I was wondering if you were ever going to enter. Your stops in the threshold seem to get longer each time.”

“I …” started Alice, but she was cut off by Mother.

“No, no. No need to comment. Standing before me is exhausting to your psyche. I do understand that. Just remember, you are the last of those who have not joined me permanently. Nor do I expect you to. As such, your interfacing with me is the most difficult.”

Mother stretched her neck back and up, her head bringing Alice’s eyes to focus on the withered and clear cocooned bodies of various executives, athletes, artists, politicians, and reporters. Their bodies do not look dead, just suspended at the edge of their last breath. The nerve bundles and fluid lines linking them to mother, keeping them alive, and joining them to mother, being their reward for their commitment to her.

Mother then said, “Alice, you are the head of Wolf; I am the heart of Wolf. The body needs to be feed. Go find food. Remind our sheep that we are their care takers. Remind the others in the pack that we are alpha. Remind the world, that this world is our hunting ground, no other predator may enter.”

With that, Mother pushed an image of her next target into her head. A young man, Jeremy Balentine who had a successful software startup business and was now branching into urban agriculture. After his failed deal on the investment television show Sharktank, he decided that he was going to prove the investment sharks were wrong with their undervaluing of his company. A few years, Jeremy turned his home business into a trillion-dollar success, then immediately branched out to new businesses and markets.

What brought Jeremy to the eye of Wolf was that he was finding ways to circumvent their controls, and their regulations, which were locking him out. Most of his business was operated on international waters on the first privately owned floating fortress. It looked like a giant floating hotel with an island on top.

Alice spoke up, “I got it. He will be ours, and his will be ours.” Then Alice turned.

When she started to step towards the exit, she realized that this all seemed choreographed, as if she was repeating this dance every time she meat with Mother. Before she could think about it anymore, her hand on the handle for the exit, she heard, “Alice! Do not fail. Wolf is hungry.”

With that phrase, her determination was set in stone, and the fleeting thought of déjà vu passed. Alice was quickly out of the chamber and onto her new mission; to enslave another man to Mother. The smell of blood permeated her senses, she exited saying, “I am agent Red; head of wolf.”

Writer notes:

Due to the strange interactions between Red Riding Hood and the Wolf, in one of the older versions, I kept wondering, was Red really all that good? Maybe it was Red who was the wolf, and it was her who the woodsman had to put down.

I am writing a story is meant to be a dystopian speculative fiction, It will delve into the psyche of someone who has been the villain all their life. But denies it, and what feeds that villainy. Red is by no means a damsel in distress.

This intro will never be put in the final cut of the story. It is meant to be a primer, a seed document for the actual story. I will probably write the actual story during NaNoWriMo. A 300-page book in 1 month takes a lot of prep, and 0 time for waste.

Last note: All characters are inspired by real people, most of whom I call friend. Some of whom are just political figures, which I sort of blend together into singular personalities.

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Getting ready for “Async Main” for C#

Here is the MD for Async Main https://github.com/dotnet/csharplang/blob/master/proposals/csharp-7.1/async-main.md

The problem is, you want to code for it now, so that you don’t have a pain to update lots of code later. The solution is add it now, sorta.

public class Program
    public static void Main(string[] args) => _main(args).Wait();
    public static async Task _main(string[] args)
    // Your code here. 

See that? Just have your main code call _main, which _main is the async code. Then you can do a search and replace to clean all that up as needed later, when you switch to C# 7.1 and have Async Main in your C# toolset. 🙂

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Accessing OAuth Servers using Flurl

If you have Flurl installed, and you need your client to authenticate against an OAuth2 server, like Identity Server, you can use their client library, which does everything for you (without Flurl), or you can do it yourself.

below is my DIY version.

private const string SECURITY_HOST = "your security host.";
private const string API_HOST = "your test api host";

string.WriteTitle() & string.WriteContent() are extension methods I slapped together to dump the information to the console screen, formatted.

"Ready to start with Flurl...".WriteTitle();
// discover endpoints from metadata
var discoraw = await SECURITY_HOST.AppendPathSegments(".well-known","openid-configuration").GetAsync();
var contentraw = await discoraw.Content.ReadAsStringAsync();
$"Discovery: {discoraw}".WriteContent(title: "Discovery");
$"Disco Content: {contentraw}".WriteContent(title: "Discovery");
var disco = JsonConvert.DeserializeObject(contentraw);
// request token
var authorizationAddr = (string)disco.token_endpoint;
var authorizationObj = await authorizationAddr.PostUrlEncodedAsync(new { client_id = "client", client_secret = "secret", grant_type = "client_credentials", scope="api1" });
var authorizationString = await authorizationObj.Content.ReadAsStringAsync();
$"Token Response: {authorizationString}".WriteContent(title:"Authorization");
var tokenContainer = JsonConvert.DeserializeObject(authorizationString);
var apiCall = await $"{API_HOST}/identity".WithOAuthBearerToken((string)tokenContainer.access_token).GetAsync();
var apiCallResponse = await apiCall.Content.ReadAsStringAsync();
$"Claims from API: {apiCallResponse}".WriteContent(title:"API Call");
"Press any key to continue...".WriteTitle();


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Government is a bad idea.

Government is a bad idea. Ask where government is and you are pointed to a building. Is a building government, no its the people.

Find a person and ask them if they are government, if they say yes, then find their authority and they will change their story to they are either a part of government, or work for government.

Find who they work for, and you are directed to another tool of the delusion called government. This repeats until you are directed to a politician.

Are you, mister politician government? Mostly they will reply that they are just doing the will of the people, and just a part of what is government.

Government is a bad idea. It is the false assumption that saying it is so makes it so. It is the belief that paper and ink hold power and authority. It is the mistaken authority that giant temples of stone, glass, and concrete, used as tribute to this delusion is a thing called government.

If government is anything, it is silence, when evil is done in public, because it wasn’t done to me. It is violence, when someone does or says something that challenges my perception of reality. It is hate and greed, the thing of envy, that claims that it must be fed the abundance of the masses in justification of its existence. It is the toxic meme that makes sane men violence, and peaceful men power hungry. It is the hole the when fed only grows larger, wanting to devour more.

Government isn’t a thing, but it has life. It isn’t an idea, but it create new temptations for benevolence, and turns them into violence. Government is the great devourer, in search of its next prey.

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There are three tiles of fights:

  • Those that help you grow
  • Those that tear you down
  • Those that should not be fought

Wisdom is knowing the difference, and knowing how to deal with each.

  • a wise rabbi
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Know your value, and don’t be a vampire.

Becoming uninspired is a side effect of having one’s life drained out of them.

Do not hang around or work for vampires. They are people who think exchanging money of life is equitable, and the one providing life doesn’t know any better.

One should always find value in their own life so that when they do exchange it for something like money, they get full value. Also they should pick clients for their time that will help nurture their own life, so the return on investment is of the highest value.

As for the vampires, the are generally not doing this out of maliciousness, but after pursuing the wrong fruit. Invest into one’s labor and they will provide better fruit for one’s return. Also not all laborers need the same type of investment, sometimes it is as simple as coaching.

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