The most common understanding about the sexual liberation, sometimes known as the "sexual revolution" is that it was a positive step towards a more understanding and beautiful culture. It was seen, in the eyes of the common man, to be a fruitful undertaking that would lead society into a more positive, more youthful, more sincere and more evolved culture. However, this opinion about one of the most subtle, yet most powerful transgressions of human understanding is thoroughly misunderstood and borderline whiggish. The opinion about what occured during the 1960's and 1970's has been most definitely tainted by a desire to say 'yes' to things that may or may not be thoroughly positive to our well being as a society. The reason why people have been saying 'yes' to the 'liberation' is because of the propaganda, the misrepresentation of reality and because of the fallen nature of man. The 'liberation' occurred approximately fifty years ago - this divide in time between the occurence and the contemporary understanding allows for historians to move away from the common bias that has perverted the understanding of history, so that one may come to a proper, fulfilling understanding about the nature of the situation that occured, ergo, through a justified and realistic undertaking of historiography with a leaning towards theology, it is possible to correctly contemplate and comprehend one of the most momentous moments of the 20th century - an occasion that still makes ripples of nostalgia, philosophy and general discontent with society in the great big lake of history in which we all eventually drown.

From my perspective, as a young man in the twenty-first century and an avid reader of literature from the 1940's, 50's and 60's years, I have found that the dream, the zeitgeist of the the 'sexual revoltuion' has failed. It has failed because it hasn't delivered the happiness, the fulfilment, soul rapturing nature that it so promised to deliver. I am not the first person to believe this, nor will I be the last, but I am a minority, that is for sure. There is no doubt in my mind that since the 1960's the sexuality of our society, Western society, has been manipulated, perverted and used for capitalistic gains. Everyday we see sexuality used to sell anything, from ear plugs to tickets to London - sexuality is the means to an end. But what is the end? I see the end being the making of more money, thoroughly capitalistic, thoroughly selfish. And how does this connect with the connotations of free-love of the hippie movement in the 1960's? It doesn't. Thus, this is the first of many areas where the great movement of the 1960's has failed to deliver in its promises.

I speak about the perversion, the manipulation of the zeitgeist of the 60's. I do not say this lightly. I thoroughly believe that the 60's were on the edge of something beautiful, a lifestyle, a community, a world a little less corrupted by the failing of man (brought on by the fall). It must be noted that the vietnam war cannot be disregarded. The vietnam war has immense value when considering the nature of the 'revolution' of the 60's. This is because the vietnam war taught many people, the old, the young, the rich, the poor, the weak, and especially the powerful, a lot about life, about society, about psychology and about humanity. It is commonly said that the Vietnam War was the first televised war - it is almost becoming a cliche. But, as Nick Cave says, there is a lot of truth in cliches, and his remark stands firm in this example. The Vietnam War was the first televised war, and as such, television made it possible for common people to witness the atrocities of war. Make no mistake, in our day and age we are swamped with the disgusting atrocities - this is no accident - this is manipulation, dumbing down, we are becoming insensitive to seeing acts of violence and satanic actions. The Vietnam War literally brought the war to the people at home, in every household that owned a television in America, war was there. All through the day, from break fast to lunch to dinner. When the breadwinner came home, when the children went to bed, when the children woke up, when the baby cried out during the day, when the wife was making lunch, war was being broadcast through the tubes. This had a huge effect on the Western world. It showed them just how ridiculous, how stupid, how barbaric and how weak war was. War is not the solution to anything that is good. War is man's way of saying 'we are too selfish, too stupid, to lazy, to figure out a proper way to solve this situation'. This message was broadcast to the entirity of America, to Australia, to Britain and to the world and as such this changed the social understanding about war in a massive way. This was, believe it or not, perhaps the first time that the television was used in such a way to massively change social opinion. And as such, the powers that be (and most of them are evil), learnt to use the power of the television to corrupt, to manipulate and to make money out out society. It was the Vietnam war that led to both an uprising in the current society of the time - but it also was the downfall of the nation, in the sense that a power, unseen before, had arisen in an ironic way - the TV that freed the world from the oppression of the Vietnam War, would, as history shows, come to enslave the coming generations.

Describe the body’s response to sudden and massive blood loss.

Massive blood loss from circulatory shock is a critical condition for a person to find themselves in. According to Kelly, shock is:

(insert kelly quote here)

What are the stages of shock?

There are three stages. Each stage is weighted by the recovery capacity of the person. The light-weight stage is a relatively straightforward and easy stage to recover from. A medium-weight stage is more difficult and the heavy-weight stage is the most difficult. The light-weight stage is called nonprogressive/compenstated/reversible. It is possible to correct the effects of this stage via compensatory mechanisms and through proper instigation of medical knowledge the patient will recover in time. The medium-weight stage is known as progressive. At this stage if the patient does not receive medical attention their condition will get worse and they will die. The heavy-weight stage is referred to as irreversible and it means exactly that. At this stage the patients condition is so dire that it has moved outside the helping ability of medical practitioners. Death is unavoidable.

Hypovolaemic shock is a shock induced by a severe decrease in blood volume. Because of this decrease the the cardiac system struggles to work properly and thus there is a decrease in cardiac output. In most cases the reason for a person to succumb to hypovolaemic shock is due to massive blood loss. The more blood that is lost the more severe the shock. It is extremely important for a medical practitioner to locate where the blood is being lost from and to seal it in the quickest time possible. Furthermore, it is important to note that hypovolaemic shock can occur through major burns due to the critical loss of extra-cellular fluid from the wounds.

A person at the light-weight stage, or non-progessive stage, of hypovolaemic shock would show these symptoms:

Sweat all over body, anxiety, restlessness due to sympathetic nervous system activity
Pale skin and cool hands and feet. The constriction of the blood cells (as mediated via the SNS) pulls blood back into the body, most notably the kidneys, spleen and skin
A lowered urine output and a thirst because of increased aldosterone and anti-diuretic hormones
A rapid pulse due to the SNS increasing the heart rate
A faintness due to reduced blood flow to the brain and
rapid, shallow breathing (increased respiration) due to the homeostatic nature of the body trying to maintain the normal pH levels of the blood

As such, it is understandable that the body's attempt to maintain/restore blood pressure whilst keeping the blood flowing around the vital organs is the main reason for the above listed symptoms. The symptoms try to stop the shock from progressing onwards.

Shock, if not properly dealt with, can breed more shock. The medium-weight stage, otherwise known as progressive shock, is the more dire circumstance one may find themselves in when compared with non-progressive shock. A person suffering from progressive shock will show these symptoms:

Oedema (the capillaries will increase their permeability)
Clammy, pale, cold skin because of the body's reaction that draws the blood away from the extremities
Oliguria due to the lowered amount of blood flowing to the kidneys as well as due to the fact that the kidneys are trying to maintain water
Their pulse will weaken and fall, blood pressure is falling due to huge loss of blood volume in the body
They will most likely be confused, stressed, difficult to control due to restlessness and pain due to the loss of blood to the brain and the increased sympathetic nervous system activity.

It is understood that progressive shock encompasses an awful situation that arises due to vicious cycles of positive feedback. The decrease of the mean arterial pressure leads to a weakening of the cardiac system which then leads to further weakening of said system. This also means that less blood flows to the brain which then also decreased the ability of the cardiac system to function properly. This decrease in blood pressure also means that less blood is pumped throughout the body which drops the blood pH level thus making the body even more unhealthy via a vasodilatory and hypotensive effect. The decrease in blood pressure also leads to the patient's skin turning blue, otherwise known as hypoxia. Finally, the decrease in blood pressure slows the blood down to the point where clots are easily able to form in the blood vessels.

Finally, and most distressing, is irreversible shock. Knowing that there is absolutely nothing medical intervention can do to save this person from their condition is how irreversible shock is defined. A person in this stage of shock will show the following symptoms:

exceedingly low blood pressure
an increased chance of cardiac arrest via tachycardia
oedema (once again, the capillaries increasing their permeability)
anuria (extremely low passing of urine, most likely none in this case)
signs of organ failure
rapid and shallow breathing.

At this stage it is very common for the patient to suffer from multiple organ dysfunction syndrome. This syndrome is characterized by the severe dysfunction of two or more organ systems and the more organs that fail, the higher the chance of death. When two organ systems fail there is a 54% mortality rate, when five organ systems fail, it is a 100% mortality rate.

The mechanism at work which creates the irreversible shock is the breaking down of cells. The cells break down due to lack of nutrients and a build up of waste. The death of the cells then leads to a loss of tissue which leads to organ dysfunction. The body's response system tries to maintain a healthy environment for the cells. The body during the non-progessive shock stage is able to maintain a healthy environment naturally. However, at the progressive shock stage the body is unable to function properly, and we see that as it instigates methods of survival these methods occur in such a way that they actually hasten the death of the cells, the tissue and thus the patient progresses into the stage of irreversible shock.

The 18th century has been cause of much debate and interest due to the massive changes that occurred within the European societies. This essay will be looking into the advancement of science and technology during the 18th and 19th centuries, drawing parallels with the sense of disenchantment that that was present among the intellectuals and urban masses of the time and it will be shown that the cause of this spiritual malaise is not a simple cause at all - the cause is a complex and interesting algorithm encompassing many different variables. It will be shown that the spiritual malaise of the period was born out of the intense changes in the societies of the 18th and 19th centuries, the French revolution and the American revolution, but also, intertwined with these changes are persistent continuities such as the search for truth and beauty. Finally, we will see that the spiritual malaise of the 19th is inextricably linked with some of the major conflicts of the 20th century.

There is one single term that is constantly used as the answer to why things changed so much during the 18th and 19th centuries - the "industrial revolution" - what this term describes is correctly explicated by Hamish Graham, he points out that the "inexorable growth of cities, industrial production, and ever-faster forms of transport and communications" were some of the major factors of change in the 18th century. Without a doubt changes in the 18th century were massive. My research suggests to me that the changes occurred like this: Firstly, agricultural changes occurred - more food was produced - this then supported a larger population - and it was this larger population that allowed for people to move off their farms and into urban environments, the cities. Here, at the cities, people started to take the time to develop tools to help the farmers. They made farming life easier through their fabrications and as such less people needed to work on the farms. So, as more and more people made tools in the cities, more and more people could leave the farms and flock to the urban developments. Graham points out that "with more food available from fewer farmhands, rural labor was "released" for work in manufacturing and service occupations, especially in urban centers". As such, the countryside was turned into a source for more money. Farmers moved away from just making enough food to survive, they moved into the territory of being commercial farmers - owning decent sizes of land and making more than enough food to survive - they started making so much food that they had money to put away, or to invest, or to buy more land with after they sold their goods. As Graham states, "these new opportunities sparked changes in institutions, notably in the law (especially over landownership and tenancies)". And history will show us that landownership will play a large role in the coming conflicts of the 20th century, and in the persona of the modern man. The agricultural success of this time that allowed people to get away from the farm and to live in the city, is undeniable. This this success and change, however, was not without costs.

The massive emigration of people from the farmlands to the cities caused disastrous health problems for the people living in these urban environments. The cities could not handle the huge levels of people living their. Sanitary problems were rife, disease and sickness killed off huge amounts of people, both young and old. Even so, the population of mid eighteenth century Europe rose from approximately 144 million to 274 million in 1850 and 423 million by 1900. This population growth caused extensive industrialisation and urbanisation. It was thought that the population growth was the result of "modernisation" due to the improved living standards and better health care, however, it was the population boom that eventually caused a mortality rates to sky rocket once again. Robert Lee points out that the industrial changes promoted increased population density in places where adequate waste disposal and a higher risk of exposure to disease pathogens and as such the mortality rate, especially in infants, went up. He explains that the early modern towns were notoriously unhealthy and the urban mortality rate was very high during the early years of the industrial revolution. Robert Lee points out that the intense urban changes resulted in "deterioration in environmental conditions and rising mortality levels as the existing urban infrastructure was unable to respond to new pressures". These facts, I believe, are poignant with regards to the question of the spiritual malaise of the 20th century. It is highly likely that a large population of the people moving away from farms, during a time of prosperity, had goals and dreams that they would make it 'big' in the big city. However, upon arriving to the city, they found squalor, debauchery, death and poverty - their dreams would have been crushed. They would have wondered why so much natural destruction of the environment had to occur for such a destruction of mankind. Where once they would have been happy to cut down a forest to build a city - because they were naive to the true dark side of the city - now, after having experienced it, they wallow in their self pity that they have destroyed such natural beauty to create a dark, disease-ridden hole for mankind to leap into on their search for money, land and power. It is these thoughts that spurred on the Romantic thinking. Romanticism was a complex revolt against the social and political norms of the Age of Enlightenment and it was a reaction to the industrial revolution. The Romantics believed in the ideal that Nature is powerful and will eventually overcome the transient and poorly thought out creations of men. The Eighth edition of the Norton Anthology of English literature writes that "Wordsworth identified 'Lyrical Ballads' as his effort to counteract the degradation in taste that had resulted from "the increasing accumulation of men in cities". Wordsworth saw the harmful effects of urbanisation - they found beauty and inspiration in the natural world, away from the cities. One can easily imagine that the sight of many men and women coming to the city, searching for money and a new life, and then dying from disease and sickness, would be rather depressing and challenging. However, science soon became an extremely hot topic and it would prove to be useful in the near future for keeping the cities clean and for keeping the people healthy. However, it will be science in the mid-twentieth century that will enable man-kind to build a bomb big enough to destroy the world.

In the nineteenth century people turned to science to solve their pressing issues. Religion and faith fell into the background as beakers, vials and white-lab coats replaced the religious icons and priestly robes. As Kathryn M. Olesko points out, "the scientific persona in the form of the professional scientist emerged". As such, scientific clubs and institutions began to pop up as well. The scientific community embedded itself into every day life, including politics. The rise of the middle class that came about through the industrial revolution, along with higher literacy levels and schools that taught 'modern' education (such as technical education in the sciences and engineering) allowed for the emergence of science as a vocation (particularly for the middle class). Olesko sums up the cultural change when people stopped looking towards religion for answers and turned to science instead. Olesko states that the nineteenth century saw the rational discourses of the natural and social sciences redefined the body and mind as entities that could (and most likely should) be known through the specialised language of the scientific experts - as opposed to religion, which had been the norm for so long. Race and gender became the staple ways of identifying the self. Olesko also points out that numbers (statistics) also identified the self. The 'modern' man was born out of the statistics that were taken in the 19th century. The mean, the average, the most common traits became the 'modern' man. He was the essence of mass society, his tempered life was the answer that the people wanted - in an age where people were in constant fear of losing their bearings, the average, modern man, held all the answers.

As science developed further scientists started dabbling in the realms of eugenics. Gregor Mendel's laws of inheritance (1900), produced an idea that suggested mankind should now use science to better itself via selective breeding. Olesko points out that "racial hygiene was also perceived as an effective antidote to social welfare because rather than protecting the weakest elements of society, it sought to eliminate them". Tie this notion in with a waning moral foundation due to the secularisation of society, along with scientific theories such as Darwinism - along with the unhappiness spawned from the failed dreams of modernisation and one can get a glimpse of the brooding, dark, powerful and hungry desires that were unleashed upon the world in the 20th century. The effect of science upon mankind at the end of the 19th century was difficult to pin point. Some scientists like Rudolf Virchow praised science for developing and modernising dialy life. Whilst others found science to be a suspicious and destructive element of man that could be used for great evil. Olesko interestingly points out that at the end of the 19th century, and the beginning of the 20th, there was a "general nervous temperament" that permeated throughout the whole society due to the inclusion of "precision clocks accurate to one minute" that were found in "in the marketplace and train station" and no doubt in the home and it was this "electrified urban environment that seemed out of control". These words are frightful in the sense that they describe an uneasiness that seems easy to pin point but difficult to control, just like an iceberg. Perhaps it was this uncontrollable notion that added to the angst of the century, and spurred on Nietzsche to write about the twilight of mankind that would give rise to the ubermensch. The superman. The one who rises above the confusion and the chaos - and finds some unequaled power, and peace, above the common society, above the common man. Finally, Olesko points out that there was not a fight between secularism and the bible so to speak, there was just a difference between religion and secularism. Secularism did not want to fight, secularists simply sought to find substitutes for the common religion. And Nietzsche's ubermensch, is a part of this search.

The search for substitutes to religion and faith spilled over into science. Social Darwinism and race ideals contain the same search for meaning and truth and reality that is found within religion. Religious people are always searching to attain that true happiness, the true humanity. Scientists interested in developing the perfect race have similar desires, however, their desires are fundamentally linked to the temporal. However, perhaps the most famous situation of a person aspiring to have a perfect race is Hitler and his dream of the Aryan race, this dream is intertwined with the eternal - as the foundations of the idea lie in myths and legends about aliens and gods. Perhaps one of the most interesting things about Social Darwinisnm is i

Ignatius Ignite!

You would never have given enough to have reaped the same.
You would never have left enough for the famine and the pain.
You would never have even considered the same if it wasn’t for the zombies playing havoc in your head.

But you did and I’m sitting here now lame.
Another insane player of this real life game.

I’m fucking playing havoc with the happiness in my brain – not used to this novocaine – writing how you’re writhing in my dreams – I’m spiting how you’re spitting on these reams – how you’re settling in for another deep sleep and I’m wide awake contemplating these things.

I don’t care. I don’t care. I do care – I do care – You are my asylum and I’m here with nothing but sordid thoroughfare keeping me restless and restrained. I’m maintained and methaned – gas bubbling into my brain – you are not watching but you’re here anyways and this is how it went…

They, the formidable duo tore apart our democracy – tore the fucking sheets thin and left them to dry on the wind – they shared our rights and none of our responsibilities.
They carved away our humanity and left us paper-thin. But I am not complaining.

I know that you loved your father and you saw in him everything that you wanted to be within the man that you felt like you would be safe enough to fall into sin – but, but-but, mankind is grim and when he left you – you fucking crumbled within. Like a fortune cookie you were broken open and I looked in – and I saw the writing on the wall written not in blood but in sin – and I spat and shook and fucking cooked the cook – they frolicked and rolled and gave fame to me. I sucked him up and I dazzled him in grimy voices that only belong in the dim shadows of a fucking swan-song where boys can be girls and girls don’t get wronged.

He was a friend bonded within your genes – he was wrapped tightly around you before you could grin and before you could breathe and before your heart started beating – before he started beating your mother within that humble home you called Saint Christine – the place where you saw it all – and you’ve seen it all and because of this you have made him recollect the places and the faces where he had the chance to spend days just locked away in the hollow fabric of an asylum. But you still want him, you desire him – I know this because I know him. I’ve followed, stalked, whatever-thefuck-youwanna-call-it- I’ve done it to him. I’ve become him through your vacant life in him – I filled the vacuum that brought you to him – once again, twice for pain. Three times for love you tried to suck the life out of his wife – out of spite – she was nothing – she was held up against your bright light and she was seen to be see-through like a fucking x-ray – bones and all you brought her downfall.

He kissed you – he fucking Kissinger’d you – he wrote your history after having fucked you. Where she was untouchable you became the place of Utopia – you wrote the Iliad in his heart and you spoke verbosity to his soul – you placed perfection in his mind and you intertwined your fingers- those dirty little playful tinglers – within his solid hand, that father of yours – that king of all lands.

The most beautiful thing about you is not your hazy, crazy, fucking sullen face – it’s the places you’ve been and the sordid grace that you left growing – the type of sin that only I could see manifesting in lives and souls that I see in everything. And you’ve made me angry now, you’ve made me sin – because you chose him.

You chose him.

You’ve driven me to eat apples and to grin – to pump weights and to sing – you’ve made me into everything that I wanted to be before I knew you – and the irony cannot be misconstrued – the writer’s already written the interlude and our prologue couldn’t come too soon.

And lo and behold I actually go into the room where you’ve devilishly intertwined with him – and he’s inside of you and beginning to come where no man but me should have ever known. Lo and behold he’s trampling your cherub.
He’s crusading into your Israel – he’s stealing your Madonna and molding it into his Jesus – he’s crashing upon your cheeks like cold freezes and I’m here watching as this situation manipulates itself into geysers of hate and fire – my heart burning, watching, always yearning for the touch of you – the touch that you’re now giving into him, you’re drilling into him searching for the jewels that I hold inside my acidic heart – the only place that your alkaline touch could ever caress and impart some sort of softness. I’ve seen the flash of your beautiful forehead as it touches his in crescendo – I am trying to walk out of this room but I’ve lit another cigarette and so -

Don’t do that.

Don’t do that.

No.

Don’t writhe.

Don’t wobble.

Don’t flip up and down.

Don’t drip.

Don’t stutter.

Don’t suck the sweat off his crown.

Don’t make me hate you – don’t make me leave town.

His metal now yours – please don’t impound

this frightful, tearing, colossal love of ours.

You are your Father’s little play toy -
you’re his Patricia Krenwinkel in this sad little story.

I swear to God my life is being written by my ex as you manage to flex into that awful position. His piston destroying the machination that I always pondered – (dreaming of lovers, and love – now absconded).

You’re my rip, you’re my rank hole – perfect for me to slip into – suitable to suck my soul.

Your parents fucking made you – and your history became you – I dreamed of taking you but the Devil has already found you.

Leave me to love you.
Leave me to leave you.
Leave me to the lions.

The DeLorean Conspiracy

And the iron fist lay down upon his chest,
devious suggestions made manifest:
the guilt that it became..
(she will never know his nature nor fame).

Even though she sat upon his rocking horse
and she found his fated, ill-bred course.
It was too late too withdraw
and she never saw
any more.

He left many years ago
upon that rocking, floating boat
into the salty sea he became
the misery.
Eternally shutting down the sound of

one thousand poets needling the crown
as blood flooded all around
it was I
upon this hallowed ground.

Where earth shook so much
and caved in worlds –
but to the common eye,
to the less unfurled,
it seemed just like another flutter by
of the beautiful butterfly.

But to Eliot and the enlightened host
they saw what
mattered most
they saw the prophecy
they saw our unity
in the fabric of the universe
in the rolling wheels of the eternal hearse,
they saw us on calvary
before Tyresius or you or me.

And they cast their seeds into the wasteland.
They caught the lonely falcon before it could land.
They left the sawdust bands
to roll and jive and pass the hand
to the player that new the score
the one song
forevermore.
No starry night,
not any more, and so
they came to cry on God’s door.

The one place that they knew
could never misconstrue
the meaning of the stew,
the potent broth,
the boiling brew

That had been bubbling
since the start of eternity.
She said “God, just let me be free”
and he granted her Nietzsche.

But the feeling died in the sand
between the past and the future land
as we fell into devilry,
she screamed for revelry.

Punctual ghosts approached the host
reprimanding those that boast
for the conscience of killing,
it throws up violently
and blows up
through the ceiling…

It ran rampant through the sordid minds
of twenty-first-Übermensch-mankind.
It tore the world into shreds
and through this feeling she pledged

to continue the fight for truth:
To never let slaves be lost
unto the trenches of the booth
where dead men take photos of the
holocaust.

She swore to swear into him
the final muscles of her final, dotted grin.
She became the final swirling sagas.
She catapulted herself into the furious gyre.

Those never known know furious future
and the past extends from where we could have
begun
to
where we end.
Nothing matters, nothing truly becomes.
But she, for some odd reason,
keeps fighting from within.
Not because of the totality of sin (that could corrupt
corrode, or become a thing
that sells or condemns souls to him).

I know nothing
But I know this:

We should never let ourselves be just
mundane, mechanical swine;
no matter the epitaph,
no matter the time.

The search always continues.
Never let the questions elude.
Good Sir and good madame, the twenty first century is
not the total
Armageddon.

And even though she preaches this
through her ignorant fists,
I’m becoming the priest of my own life
leading myself out of strife.
No more lightning crashing.
No more of her respite.
I’m the God of determination.
I seed the songs of the next generation.
I rely on my soul and nation
of the mind
and of the Raven.