Re-Post — The Necessity of (Bad) Government

From Vindicius: Sept. 30, 2013


There is a saying that in order to appreciate heaven, one must first endure hell.

The same metaphor can be applied to the recent government showdown in the United States. Endless bickering and debate have left many people wondering why the elected leaders of their government cannot came to an agreement. Though it seems likely that a shutdown will occur, the continued necessity of such inaction is precisely the reason why a shutdown is not as bad as one would think.

This may sound insane to quite a few people. Inaction and necessity do not always produce results, true as it may be. But for the future of government, it is always necessary to endure the sickness of a few bad eggs in order to realize how to properly check for freshness, so to speak.

Governmental cycles like this always occur, and the lessons that they produce often allow for consistent progress in future years. Whether or not this will be the case is up to time to tell, but if the past is any indication, the United States government will produce much “better” results in the coming years.

Like freedom, good government cannot truly be appreciated until the ugly aunt of inaction and oppression comes to town. Be patient, and she will eventually leave.


Video Game Trader #29 Now Available in Print on Demand.

Issue 29 – Summer 2014

Video Game Trader #28

Video Game Trader Issue 29 is now available. This 48 page issue includes:

  • Mike Begum: Competitive Gamer
  • A Retrospective
  • Just 4 Qix  - Sinistar
  • Made in Japan: Tales of the Tempest (NDS)
  • Token Appreciation: Moon Patrol
  • Press Start Comic
  • Full Retro Video Game Price Guide

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Better Options for Mental Health Treatment are Needed

By Andrew G. Alt

(Editorial from Mental Dimensions)

People struggling with mental health issues—especially those who feel they’re unable to manage and cope on their own—are encouraged to seek professional help. Talking with family and friends about their struggles can be beneficial, but if that proves insufficient then other steps need to be taken. But what if a person (I’ll use the term consumer for the remainder of this letter) is unable or unwilling to seek professional help? What options remain after consumers have obtained professional help in the past and it’s yielded few, zero, or negative results? Professional help is no guarantee. Doctors are not gods, and doctors do not claim to be gods. When we tell consumers that help and treatment is available, that they simply have to ask, it implies that they are likely to receive effective treatment from professionals. This is sometimes not the case, and their feelings of disillusionment may prevent them from seeking help in the future.

I am a consumer. In the last twenty years, I have seen seven psychiatrists and seven trained therapists (seven, to the best of my recollection). The opinions in this letter and the following suggestions are based on that experience. I will also draw on what I’ve learned from talking to other consumers, and reading Internet blogs and message forums where they’ve written about their treatment experiences. Continue Reading

Nuclear Transitioning Classes Now Available

By Andy Alt
Mental Dimensions will be hosting a series of Nuclear Transitioning classes. These classes will help prepare you to transition from a world with sunshine and pretty flowers into a post-apocalyptic world of darkness, nightmares, and death.

Among many things, in this class students will learn how to dig tunnels two-thousand feet long within the earth, obtain water without a water source, and extract oxygen molecules from an atmosphere brimming with radiation and nuclear fallout. This class will teach you new skills, build your confidence, and possibly kill you.
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Re-Post — The Freedom to Kill

From Vindicius: Sept. 23, 2013


The illusion of gun violence is becoming quite annoying. We seem to be under the impression that it is only guns that kill our children, the neighbors down the street or the people in another country. We seem to think that a gun is by its nature a very bad thing. We seem to think these things because we are not thinking rationally, but overly emotional.

To illustrate my point: If someone were to place a gun on a table or surface of some sort, the gun would not randomly begin pointing at people and shooting at will. A baseball bat will not bludgeon to death anyone all by itself, nor will a knife begin slashing people by way of freewill. Bombs explode, but their parts will not arrange themselves in the order they are eventually found.

No, these are not weapons, but tools. And tools do not become weapons until they are placed in the hands of those who intend to use them as such. We have become (or worse, still are) a people who assess blame on the object of the crime and not on the person responsible. A trend does not illustrate truth, for the only trend in murder is the human being responsible for the act. It has been this way throughout our existence, though we seem to forget ourselves as the prime tool in need of repair.

I can call for mental-health reform all I want, though in the world of today we seem to distance our mental illnesses far from the reality of our troubled nature. Deep down we all have the freedom to kill, and that is certainly something to be afraid of. But so long as we ignore the darker side of our natures, we will forever drown ourselves in the depths of denial. And that is not a place where humanity can survive.





GUEST POST — Nathan Dunsmore

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Mike Begum: Competitive Gamer A Retrospective
Just 4 Qix – Sinistar
Made in Japan: Tales of the Tempest (NDS)
Token Appreciation: Moon Patrol
Press Start Comic
Full Retro Video Game Price Guide

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Open Posting

Vindicius is going on auto pilot for the next few months as I complete “Tales of the Future” and transition into the Christmas list of short stories I need to get crackin’ on. A re-post of a former post from Vindicius will be posted every Monday for the next 6-8 weeks as I do this.

So, those of you visiting the site are now welcome the opportunity to be a guest poster on Vindicius. How do you do this? Well it’s simple; either you sign up as a subscriber to the site and I make you a contributor, or you can simply send me an email of your post which my assistant George will put into the website. George doesn’t edit much and he isn’t easily offended. Also, if you choose the email route, you can use either the contact form page or send your emails to “” Send your name (could be a pen name if you like) and if you want, something about you. You can send links to your social media pages too if you wish and they will be added to the post.

What’s the catch? There isn’t one. This is just an attempt to reach out to new bloggers and writers and give them a chance to get something off their chest, post to an author’s website or simply do something potentially fun. Bring your friends, tell your co-workers. The parents are leaving and the house is open for business.

You won’t receive emails from me, no newsletter crap or sign-up spam messages. Just an invitation to guest post.




Re-Post — The Freedom to Exit

From Vindicius: July 31, 2013


Suicide is a rightly controversial issue.

Rightly, not justly.

It is right to call into question the act of taking your life, though I can find little (if any) justification for eternal damnation as the punishment for wanting to leave early. To me, life is just a bad movie filled with silly, pathetic romantic entanglements and Python-like war scenes. It’s so bad that you feel obligated to sit through the entire movie rather than walk out early. And when someone decides it’s time to exit the theater, all holy hell breaks loose. A betrayal has been committed, since we’re all in this situation together, right?

Personally, I’ve contemplated suicide several times over the first 22 years. Being the youngest child, rarely feeling appreciated or simply being a student of philosophy has brought about many opportunities to quietly walk away from the whole charade. I’m not looking for a handout or seeking empathy.

I’m aware of the standard responses people have to such thoughts:

“You need help”

“You need someone to talk to”

“You’re seriously ill”

How pathetic they all are!

Perhaps we shouldn’t be so surprised when a “mentally unstable” person ends up killing a group of people. Perhaps we should stop with the old rhetoric and begin taking a more serious approach to the internal conflict that many (if not all) of us have at some point in our lives.

Now I’m not considering suicide at this moment; rather I’m attempting to make a point about the state of mental health within the United States, if not the world in general. Besides my parents, my death at my own hands would shock most people that know me, and that doesn’t sit will with me on several levels.

Suicide is not a crime, and rather than detest those who choose to exit early I strongly suggest that we all look at our own decision to stay before questioning those who leave. If the exit holds an entrance to another film, or perhaps another life, then hold true to it in any fashion you’d like.

For now, be careful how you view those who get there early, for the afterlife has no reward on first-come basis.


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Thank You, and Farewell

Like he was to countless others, Robin Williams was a profound influence on my life. I grew up listening to his stand up routines–where I learned my first curse words–and watching the numerous films which he appeared in. Dead Poets Society, Good Will Hunting, The Fisher King, Aladdin, and perhaps dearest to me, Mrs. Doubtfire. Those of course, are just a few.

Williams was as much a part of my childhood as Teenage Ninja Turtles or Ken Griffey Jr. So much can be said for him and his persona: a legend, a genius, a wonderful human being who wouldn’t dare to hurt a fly. And though he had his demons, he never gave the impression that he couldn’t handle them. Unfortunately, in the end they got the better of him. But those demons will never darken the image of a man whose energy was used for the purposes of bringing joy to those around him, no matter who they were.

My fondest memory of Williams was when he came to East Lansing for his “Weapons of Self-Destruction” comedy tour in 2009, during my freshman year. Every joke he had was perfectly timed and without error, and there was little room to breathe in between each fit of laughter. I cannot remember a time when I have laughed so hard or felt so much joy at listening to the words of another human, and I don’t think that I ever will. It was a dream come true, to see such a man in action, doing what made everyone love him so much.

Williams had that special ability to consistently keep you on the edge of your seat, never letting you fall to the ground. But if you did, there was a soft landing of cushioned laughter and tears waiting for you. He was the funniest man I’ve ever seen or heard, and I don’t suppose that I will ever be so lucky as to witness another like him. But I wish to hell that his memory will never be forgotten, for his is one that is needed more than ever, especially in our darkest hours.

Thank you, Robin Williams, and farewell.