Saturday, May 31, 2014
Wednesday, April 30, 2014
gold digging whores
By now we all know about Donald Sterling and his racist attitudes about basketball players and because of that, Magic Johnson won't go to another Clippers game as long as Sterling is the owner.
Apparently, a conversation between the eighty year old billionaire and his girl friend was recorded by someone, given to TMZ who released it to the public and Sterling was banished from going to any games and fined a couple million bucks. The question on everyone's mind should be, who set up the recording and gave it to TMZ to destroy this man? Ya think his gold digging whore of a girlfriend might have anything to do with it? Hmmmmmmmm?
I figured there must be more to this so I listened to the recording and read the transcript. As usual, the mainstream media took liberty in placing emphasis on a few things Sterling said that raised the hackles of more black people than the Trayvon Martin killing. Even Obama got on TV and said what an awful scum bag this billionaire racist is. Doesn't matter that Obama was in Malaysia when he said this, as if Malaysians could give a rats ass about basketball or the opinion of an eighty year old rich guy. They have their own problems, like a jumbo jet disappearing with American black ops fingerprints all over it.
Come to think of it, Obama seems to have direct involvement with damn near every tragedy on the news. He was shedding fake tears on TV over the fake Sandy Hook shootings and even went there for a photo-op. He got on TV after another staged operation involving a lone gunman shooting up theater goers in Aurora, CO., where he also went for a great photo-op. He was right on the fake Gifford shooting, the Fort Hood shootings 2009 and 2014, and the Washington Naval Yard shootings. (staged event) Obama also got on TV and told the world if he had a son he would be just like Trayvon Martin, the guy who was shot by Zimmerman in self defense. Obama even got on TV after they found Zimmerman not guilty and implied it was a miscarriage of justice. Gun control and race issues seems to be the only things Obama finds newsworthy enough to comment on.
I'll go so far as to say if it wasn't for Obama spouting his dumb ass opinions about Trayvon Martin and Donald Sterling, there wouldn't be any race issues to fight over.
This Obama race baiting is a diversionary tactic to keep our focus off what's really going on. Forget about this racist crap and keep a look out for a war with Syria in 2014.
Anyway... Why isn't Obama talking about gold digging whores? Anyone?
Apparently, a conversation between the eighty year old billionaire and his girl friend was recorded by someone, given to TMZ who released it to the public and Sterling was banished from going to any games and fined a couple million bucks. The question on everyone's mind should be, who set up the recording and gave it to TMZ to destroy this man? Ya think his gold digging whore of a girlfriend might have anything to do with it? Hmmmmmmmm?
I figured there must be more to this so I listened to the recording and read the transcript. As usual, the mainstream media took liberty in placing emphasis on a few things Sterling said that raised the hackles of more black people than the Trayvon Martin killing. Even Obama got on TV and said what an awful scum bag this billionaire racist is. Doesn't matter that Obama was in Malaysia when he said this, as if Malaysians could give a rats ass about basketball or the opinion of an eighty year old rich guy. They have their own problems, like a jumbo jet disappearing with American black ops fingerprints all over it.
Come to think of it, Obama seems to have direct involvement with damn near every tragedy on the news. He was shedding fake tears on TV over the fake Sandy Hook shootings and even went there for a photo-op. He got on TV after another staged operation involving a lone gunman shooting up theater goers in Aurora, CO., where he also went for a great photo-op. He was right on the fake Gifford shooting, the Fort Hood shootings 2009 and 2014, and the Washington Naval Yard shootings. (staged event) Obama also got on TV and told the world if he had a son he would be just like Trayvon Martin, the guy who was shot by Zimmerman in self defense. Obama even got on TV after they found Zimmerman not guilty and implied it was a miscarriage of justice. Gun control and race issues seems to be the only things Obama finds newsworthy enough to comment on.
I'll go so far as to say if it wasn't for Obama spouting his dumb ass opinions about Trayvon Martin and Donald Sterling, there wouldn't be any race issues to fight over.
This Obama race baiting is a diversionary tactic to keep our focus off what's really going on. Forget about this racist crap and keep a look out for a war with Syria in 2014.
Anyway... Why isn't Obama talking about gold digging whores? Anyone?
Thursday, April 10, 2014
cinematic intuition
I've learned a long time ago to pay attention to my intuition when rational thought seems to make more sense. Brains work with available data to construct a rational idea. Intuition is inspiration out of left field and more often than not, it's ignored by rational thought. It's the difference between free-form art and coloring by numbers. Sometimes your brain gets in your own way.
Last week I had three movies in mind I couldn't shake. Dune, 1984, and Dr. Strangelove. It's been years since I saw either of these flicks but for reasons I can't explain I had this burning desire to see them again. What's more, my cinematic appetites required me to see them in a specific sequence starting with Dr. Strangelove.
We all know the plot line. Renegade general goes off his nut and launches a nuclear attack on Russia triggering the doomsday machine the Russians developed to offset the ever increasing costs of the arms race, the space race, and the peace race.
General Jack Ripper saw the introduction of fluoride in our food and water as an international commie conspiracy to sap and impurify all of our precious bodily fluids and more than enough reason to launch a full nuclear attack.
Fifty years later... Endorsed by the American Dental Association, fluoride is now in every major water supply in the US as well as most canned food, processed food, tooth paste, ice cream, fast food, and the air we breathe. All vaccines in the US contain fluoride and mercury and the CDC requires all American children to receive up to 23 vaccinations in their first 23 months of life, alone.
Before 1946 fluoride was an effective rat poison and was fed to Nazi concentration camp prisoners to keep them docile and accept their fates. How does that fit into your international commie conspiracy?
Dr. Strangelove wasn't about the horror of nuclear war. It was about the enslavement of humanity and one man's effort to stop it.
The next night was David Lynch's Dune and I couldn't be more pleased. Just the idea of taking Herbert's pondering epic and transforming it into a two hour popcorn fest was totally impossible but this was David Lynch at his bizarre best. Pre-cgi and green screen, Lynch used models, hand painted cells, individual thought narration, and the best craftsmen in the business to get the look he wanted. He still considers Dune his epic failure because he didn't have final cut and an extra hour of run time.
I won't even try to summarize Dune in one paragraph but I'll focus on an important aspect of the film.
Critics were told by the powers that be to bury Dune because it was supposed to be an action film like Star Wars, but Lynch ended up making a spiritual film about consciousness and evolution. Every once in a while Hollywood greenlights such a project but doesn't like it when they realized what they approved wasn't a shoot-em-up space western. The studio's job isn't just to make money but dumb people down in the process.
The weirding way from the book was a concept far too complex for movie goers to comprehend so a weirding module was included in the movie as a bridge but the result is the same. A devastating weapon used only by the righteous to conquer evil. It had unlimited power, required no ammunition, with only the will and a word as it's trigger. Directed consciousness to defeat a foe. Did anyone notice the black pyramid on top of the weirding module? Ya think it was made of orgonite? Hmmmm?
Dune was all about spice, a substance found only on Dune that heightens consciousness, folds space, makes human computers possible, and without it society will crumble.
"He who can destroy a thing, controls a thing."
Dune was about the enslavement of humanity and one man's successful effort to stop it.
Clearly, this was the message from flick 2.
It was April 4th when I viewed 1984, the third and last movie I moderately obsessed over.
I don't know why I liked this movie so much. It's bleak, dark, dirty, disgusting, and the epitome of an over-the-top Orwellian nightmare, but for reasons I can't explain, it always cheered me up when I was down. And now I get to see it again. Oh joy!
Winston Smith... What a loser. This guy worked for the ministry of truth re-writing history for the masses. A low level bureaucratic drone working for Big Brother putting out fake news. He knows it's fake but does it anyway, just like our main stream media does. And just like today's journalists, he sits at a desk and reports whatever crap his masters tell him to do. Re-writing history includes making someone an unperson, erasing all evidence they ever existed, including co-workers and friends, as if Winston ever had any friends. He knows what he's doing and knows it's wrong but does it anyway. He knows there's a movement against Big Brother, as well as everyone else, but no one talks about it because thought-crime is death so everyone tucks tail and goes along with the program until they cease to exist. He meets Julia, gets laid, talks treason to the wrong person, and both of them spend a few weeks in the Ministry of Love where they get tortured in the most horrible ways imaginable and confess to every crime they're asked before they get a bullet in the back of the head when they least expect it. At least he got laid.
As I was watching this film I couldn't help but wonder if I knew I would get caught and tortured for weeks and disappear without so much as a whimper, would I kick up a fuss first? Maybe an impulsive kick in the balls and a fist in the face with a loud rebel yell for starters. Did ya see that coming, Mr. thought policeman?
My guess is too much fluoride in the food turned everyone into docile slaves while the constant barrage of never ending war, increasing austerity, manufactured frankin-food, and the occasional missile attack broadcast on the Big Brother network 24/7/365 keeps everyone in a state of low level trauma, susceptible and accepting of any fate that awaits them. Kinda like today.
The one thing that made me do a double take was the date in Winston's journal. It was the same date I watched the movie. April 4. As enjoyable as it was watching Winston's wretched life go from bad to worse while he endured unimaginable torture and brainwashing at the hands of the thought police, I can't help thinking the only reason this flick was thrown in with the other two was to see the date in his diary. Like saying, Yep, it's no accident.
I find it interesting that 1984 is the only movie in this group that doesn't focus on water as a constant theme. The only fluids anyone drinks in 1984 is gin and the only scene involving water is when Winston tries to unplug his neighbors sink full of a substance better suited to the toilet in a dysentery ward.
Let's recap.
Dr Strangelove. General Jack Ripper launches a nuclear attack on Russia to prevent the fluoridation of our water and precious bodily fluids to free humanity.
Dune. Paul Atreides becomes the universes super-being and messiah by drinking the water of life and freeing humanity with spirituality as a weapon against evil.
1984. Winston Smith has fluid exchange with his girlfriend and dies a useless death. Water is unfit to drink.
In your opinion, which of these three movie scenarios is closest to your reality?
Bottled water anyone?
Last week I had three movies in mind I couldn't shake. Dune, 1984, and Dr. Strangelove. It's been years since I saw either of these flicks but for reasons I can't explain I had this burning desire to see them again. What's more, my cinematic appetites required me to see them in a specific sequence starting with Dr. Strangelove.
We all know the plot line. Renegade general goes off his nut and launches a nuclear attack on Russia triggering the doomsday machine the Russians developed to offset the ever increasing costs of the arms race, the space race, and the peace race.
General Jack Ripper saw the introduction of fluoride in our food and water as an international commie conspiracy to sap and impurify all of our precious bodily fluids and more than enough reason to launch a full nuclear attack.
Fifty years later... Endorsed by the American Dental Association, fluoride is now in every major water supply in the US as well as most canned food, processed food, tooth paste, ice cream, fast food, and the air we breathe. All vaccines in the US contain fluoride and mercury and the CDC requires all American children to receive up to 23 vaccinations in their first 23 months of life, alone.
Before 1946 fluoride was an effective rat poison and was fed to Nazi concentration camp prisoners to keep them docile and accept their fates. How does that fit into your international commie conspiracy?
Dr. Strangelove wasn't about the horror of nuclear war. It was about the enslavement of humanity and one man's effort to stop it.
The next night was David Lynch's Dune and I couldn't be more pleased. Just the idea of taking Herbert's pondering epic and transforming it into a two hour popcorn fest was totally impossible but this was David Lynch at his bizarre best. Pre-cgi and green screen, Lynch used models, hand painted cells, individual thought narration, and the best craftsmen in the business to get the look he wanted. He still considers Dune his epic failure because he didn't have final cut and an extra hour of run time.
I won't even try to summarize Dune in one paragraph but I'll focus on an important aspect of the film.
Critics were told by the powers that be to bury Dune because it was supposed to be an action film like Star Wars, but Lynch ended up making a spiritual film about consciousness and evolution. Every once in a while Hollywood greenlights such a project but doesn't like it when they realized what they approved wasn't a shoot-em-up space western. The studio's job isn't just to make money but dumb people down in the process.
The weirding way from the book was a concept far too complex for movie goers to comprehend so a weirding module was included in the movie as a bridge but the result is the same. A devastating weapon used only by the righteous to conquer evil. It had unlimited power, required no ammunition, with only the will and a word as it's trigger. Directed consciousness to defeat a foe. Did anyone notice the black pyramid on top of the weirding module? Ya think it was made of orgonite? Hmmmm?
Dune was all about spice, a substance found only on Dune that heightens consciousness, folds space, makes human computers possible, and without it society will crumble.
"He who can destroy a thing, controls a thing."
Dune was about the enslavement of humanity and one man's successful effort to stop it.
Clearly, this was the message from flick 2.
It was April 4th when I viewed 1984, the third and last movie I moderately obsessed over.
I don't know why I liked this movie so much. It's bleak, dark, dirty, disgusting, and the epitome of an over-the-top Orwellian nightmare, but for reasons I can't explain, it always cheered me up when I was down. And now I get to see it again. Oh joy!
Winston Smith... What a loser. This guy worked for the ministry of truth re-writing history for the masses. A low level bureaucratic drone working for Big Brother putting out fake news. He knows it's fake but does it anyway, just like our main stream media does. And just like today's journalists, he sits at a desk and reports whatever crap his masters tell him to do. Re-writing history includes making someone an unperson, erasing all evidence they ever existed, including co-workers and friends, as if Winston ever had any friends. He knows what he's doing and knows it's wrong but does it anyway. He knows there's a movement against Big Brother, as well as everyone else, but no one talks about it because thought-crime is death so everyone tucks tail and goes along with the program until they cease to exist. He meets Julia, gets laid, talks treason to the wrong person, and both of them spend a few weeks in the Ministry of Love where they get tortured in the most horrible ways imaginable and confess to every crime they're asked before they get a bullet in the back of the head when they least expect it. At least he got laid.
As I was watching this film I couldn't help but wonder if I knew I would get caught and tortured for weeks and disappear without so much as a whimper, would I kick up a fuss first? Maybe an impulsive kick in the balls and a fist in the face with a loud rebel yell for starters. Did ya see that coming, Mr. thought policeman?
My guess is too much fluoride in the food turned everyone into docile slaves while the constant barrage of never ending war, increasing austerity, manufactured frankin-food, and the occasional missile attack broadcast on the Big Brother network 24/7/365 keeps everyone in a state of low level trauma, susceptible and accepting of any fate that awaits them. Kinda like today.
The one thing that made me do a double take was the date in Winston's journal. It was the same date I watched the movie. April 4. As enjoyable as it was watching Winston's wretched life go from bad to worse while he endured unimaginable torture and brainwashing at the hands of the thought police, I can't help thinking the only reason this flick was thrown in with the other two was to see the date in his diary. Like saying, Yep, it's no accident.
I find it interesting that 1984 is the only movie in this group that doesn't focus on water as a constant theme. The only fluids anyone drinks in 1984 is gin and the only scene involving water is when Winston tries to unplug his neighbors sink full of a substance better suited to the toilet in a dysentery ward.
Let's recap.
Dr Strangelove. General Jack Ripper launches a nuclear attack on Russia to prevent the fluoridation of our water and precious bodily fluids to free humanity.
Dune. Paul Atreides becomes the universes super-being and messiah by drinking the water of life and freeing humanity with spirituality as a weapon against evil.
1984. Winston Smith has fluid exchange with his girlfriend and dies a useless death. Water is unfit to drink.
In your opinion, which of these three movie scenarios is closest to your reality?
Bottled water anyone?
Sunday, February 09, 2014
Tuesday, December 24, 2013
Wednesday, December 18, 2013
superman
I was driving home from work the other day when a thought came to me.
How cool would it be to have Superman as a neighbor! We all have these little problems from time to time that require jumping through hoops to overcome. Big problems for us but a walk in the park for Superman. He can easily lift your car off the ground so you can stand up while changing your oil and chit chat while he's doing it.
"Hey Superman, I'm about to clean the chimney. How bout a hand?" Childs play... He'll just fly to the top of the house and blow the dirt down the chimney and test it out with his heat vision.
Even though he'd gladly help out in a neighborly way, I don't think I'd feel right imposing on our friendship by asking him to do my chores. He has his own chores to do, like mowing the lawn and dead-heading the roses. Ok, so he can run at light speed but his mower blades can go only so fast and that means the man of steel has no choice but to take his time and stroll behind his push mower like any other property owner.
Just like anyone else, I'll bet Superman really needs some R & R from fighting crime 24/7/365. Just because he's an alien in a strange world doesn't mean he should be expected to jump up and fix every little emergency that comes along. Superman needs a vacation too and I'll bet he would love to hang out with humans, other than Jimmy and Lois, and just let his hair down and be himself.
Superman doesn't smoke, drink or swear and that might be the reason he spends all his time working at the Daily Planet pretending to be human. As if journalists don't smoke, drink or swear. That just shows you how hard it must be for a total alien to blend, even for the man of steel. He never gets to hang with his peer group because he has no peers. They all died when Krypton blew up. Superman stands alone as a super hero pretending to be human, where all the other super heroes are humans wearing masks when they transform. The only time he can truly be himself is when he dons his tights and cape, gets into his alien god character and flies off to serve his adopted race, helping those too stupid and weak to help themselves.
I think all Superman needs is some real people to hang with who won't ask him to do tricks.
me: Hey Superman, I'm having a little party next door. Wanna stop by for some burgers and beer?
Superman: I don't drink.
me: Why not? It's not like you'll get drunk or anything. You can drink a river of rum and still fly a straight line.
Superman: I don't smoke, drink or swear.
me: Do you eat clams?
Superman: I love clams. I'll be right over.
As the steaks are charing, Superman makes his entrance by gliding over the tree tops and does a soft landing in the back yard by the beer cooler, where one of the guests offer him a beer. He looks at it as if he's using x ray vision to see what's inside when someone says, "Go on, S man, crack it open. It's not like you'll fly into trees and piss your tights." Soon, the man of steel slam his first of many Yuenglings and lets out a belch that downs three walnut trees in the meadow, raising gales of laughter and rebel yells from the semi-inebriated party guests.
The only fly in the ointment is Superman's zero tolerance for law breakers. No one dares fire up a joint while this alien top cop is hanging around and Superman's total memory recall has already pulled a rap sheet on every felon at this gathering and he's making everyone nervous with his pointed questions about overdue library books, oxycontin sales, meth labs, and talks of revolution 100 yards away in the basement with all the doors and windows closed while the living room music was up full blast.
It's obvious. This guy is potentially dangerous, in a very extreme way.
Soon, the idea of partying with Superman doesn't sound like a good idea. This guy, with his super hearing, super eyesight, and total memory recall is worse than a party full of NSA agents on steroids. His invulnerability and super strength ensures he always gets his way, usually bypassing the judicial system and depositing lawbreakers in the prison of his choice. A lifetime of superior intellect and zero tolerance for lawbreakers, with never so much as a challenge, argument, or disagreement from any human as to how he dishes out his single-minded form of immediate justice, produced an alien super being, secretly living amongst us, who has never experienced any kind of opposition to his will. In short, a bully disguised as a good guy who dresses funny, with little more than a code of conduct preventing him from laying waste to the entire planet.
Now that I think about it, I'd prefer Superman to stay as far away from humanity as possible and thank god his little space ship crashed in Nebraska instead of Nazi Germany.
By comparison, Lex Luthor would be more fun to hang with.
It seems Superman needs Jimmy and Lois more than they need him.
Truly, a stranger in a strange land without a hope of ever knowing what being human is like. No peers, no friends, and his closest relationships are a couple of nosy reporters who talk about him behind his back and worship him for what he can do for them.
I find Superman to be a pitiable creature and he has my deepest sympathies.
How cool would it be to have Superman as a neighbor! We all have these little problems from time to time that require jumping through hoops to overcome. Big problems for us but a walk in the park for Superman. He can easily lift your car off the ground so you can stand up while changing your oil and chit chat while he's doing it.
"Hey Superman, I'm about to clean the chimney. How bout a hand?" Childs play... He'll just fly to the top of the house and blow the dirt down the chimney and test it out with his heat vision.
Even though he'd gladly help out in a neighborly way, I don't think I'd feel right imposing on our friendship by asking him to do my chores. He has his own chores to do, like mowing the lawn and dead-heading the roses. Ok, so he can run at light speed but his mower blades can go only so fast and that means the man of steel has no choice but to take his time and stroll behind his push mower like any other property owner.
Just like anyone else, I'll bet Superman really needs some R & R from fighting crime 24/7/365. Just because he's an alien in a strange world doesn't mean he should be expected to jump up and fix every little emergency that comes along. Superman needs a vacation too and I'll bet he would love to hang out with humans, other than Jimmy and Lois, and just let his hair down and be himself.
Superman doesn't smoke, drink or swear and that might be the reason he spends all his time working at the Daily Planet pretending to be human. As if journalists don't smoke, drink or swear. That just shows you how hard it must be for a total alien to blend, even for the man of steel. He never gets to hang with his peer group because he has no peers. They all died when Krypton blew up. Superman stands alone as a super hero pretending to be human, where all the other super heroes are humans wearing masks when they transform. The only time he can truly be himself is when he dons his tights and cape, gets into his alien god character and flies off to serve his adopted race, helping those too stupid and weak to help themselves.
I think all Superman needs is some real people to hang with who won't ask him to do tricks.
me: Hey Superman, I'm having a little party next door. Wanna stop by for some burgers and beer?
Superman: I don't drink.
me: Why not? It's not like you'll get drunk or anything. You can drink a river of rum and still fly a straight line.
Superman: I don't smoke, drink or swear.
me: Do you eat clams?
Superman: I love clams. I'll be right over.
As the steaks are charing, Superman makes his entrance by gliding over the tree tops and does a soft landing in the back yard by the beer cooler, where one of the guests offer him a beer. He looks at it as if he's using x ray vision to see what's inside when someone says, "Go on, S man, crack it open. It's not like you'll fly into trees and piss your tights." Soon, the man of steel slam his first of many Yuenglings and lets out a belch that downs three walnut trees in the meadow, raising gales of laughter and rebel yells from the semi-inebriated party guests.
The only fly in the ointment is Superman's zero tolerance for law breakers. No one dares fire up a joint while this alien top cop is hanging around and Superman's total memory recall has already pulled a rap sheet on every felon at this gathering and he's making everyone nervous with his pointed questions about overdue library books, oxycontin sales, meth labs, and talks of revolution 100 yards away in the basement with all the doors and windows closed while the living room music was up full blast.
It's obvious. This guy is potentially dangerous, in a very extreme way.
Soon, the idea of partying with Superman doesn't sound like a good idea. This guy, with his super hearing, super eyesight, and total memory recall is worse than a party full of NSA agents on steroids. His invulnerability and super strength ensures he always gets his way, usually bypassing the judicial system and depositing lawbreakers in the prison of his choice. A lifetime of superior intellect and zero tolerance for lawbreakers, with never so much as a challenge, argument, or disagreement from any human as to how he dishes out his single-minded form of immediate justice, produced an alien super being, secretly living amongst us, who has never experienced any kind of opposition to his will. In short, a bully disguised as a good guy who dresses funny, with little more than a code of conduct preventing him from laying waste to the entire planet.
Now that I think about it, I'd prefer Superman to stay as far away from humanity as possible and thank god his little space ship crashed in Nebraska instead of Nazi Germany.
By comparison, Lex Luthor would be more fun to hang with.
It seems Superman needs Jimmy and Lois more than they need him.
Truly, a stranger in a strange land without a hope of ever knowing what being human is like. No peers, no friends, and his closest relationships are a couple of nosy reporters who talk about him behind his back and worship him for what he can do for them.
I find Superman to be a pitiable creature and he has my deepest sympathies.
Saturday, December 14, 2013
stuff up the cracks, highway star
I was surfing Jon Lord and through tangents and torrents I ended up with this little Zappa gem that cycled me down to a simpler time of love and death angst.
But, then again, Jon Lord had his own version of love and death angst in the form of a Hammond C3 organ driving through Marshall speakers in an effort to match the attack and volume of Blackmore's guitar in Highway Star.
One is white port and lemon juice. The other is speed and black Afghanistan at 40 bucks an ounce.
In case you're wondering why they don't make music like this anymore... They're all dead, leaving the rest of us with survival angst.
I tried playing both of these tunes at the same time, thinking it might have the same effect as mixing cocaine and heroin. It doesn't. But don't take my word for it. Last I heard, music is still a legal high, so experiment away!
So, what'll it be? Sedation or adrenaline?
But, then again, Jon Lord had his own version of love and death angst in the form of a Hammond C3 organ driving through Marshall speakers in an effort to match the attack and volume of Blackmore's guitar in Highway Star.
One is white port and lemon juice. The other is speed and black Afghanistan at 40 bucks an ounce.
In case you're wondering why they don't make music like this anymore... They're all dead, leaving the rest of us with survival angst.
I tried playing both of these tunes at the same time, thinking it might have the same effect as mixing cocaine and heroin. It doesn't. But don't take my word for it. Last I heard, music is still a legal high, so experiment away!
So, what'll it be? Sedation or adrenaline?
Thursday, December 05, 2013
Thursday, October 31, 2013
I finally got this damn thing finished
I can't take credit for this design. That credit goes to Jon Logan, one of the greatest orgonite engineers pioneering the fringes of orgone bioenergy. It's proper name is 2nd generation Orgone Field Pulser II Mobius-driven Bioenergy Generator. Pulser for short.
From the start, I had problems building this thing and it seemed I had to redo each step before moving on to the next. The internal reflective chamber was larger to accommodate the 7" crystal which required larger molds for each stage, which required scrounging larger molds with the required slope for this specific project. When the mold melted before the chamber casting was set, spilling sticky medium density orgonite all over my work area, I put this mess on the back burner for a few weeks until I decided to start over from scratch.
In the meantime, I built a few field generators and a bunch or orgonite and everything just blissfully flowed. That told me it wasn't me but this pulser I was obsessing over that made me doubt my skills and made building it such a chore.
The second time around, things came together much easier and within a few days the casting was complete and ready for clean up. The paint job was not only the final organic layer but gives it a real kickass look.
The Interior of this unit is a hollow reflective chamber housing a mobius wrapped 7" crystal with a mini orgone accumulator at the base. The base, chamber, and nose castings all have specific orgonite densities designed to attract bioenergy through the base, compress and amplify it in the compression chamber, and send the amplified quantity of bioenergy through the top pipe.
This thing will run on it's own in passive mode but stimulating it with frequency brings out the beast and the last two nights of this unit running on 432Hz produced the best nights sleep I've had for a long time.
One reason it took so long to complete this project was the addition of mono atomic gold in the nose cone. If you can grasp the potential this unit is capable of, you'll agree the addition of mono atomic gold is way more than a necessary component.
There are many more goodies in this package like hematite and gold at the accumulator base with a pair of SBB coils to direct energy and various powdered crystals at specific locations with an assortment of curing frequencies but that sort of detail would require a web page rather than a simple blog.
If you want the nuts and bolts on how to build one of these you can find out here.
All that needs to be done now is building a radionics panel to run this thing.
Just so ya know, I have no problem mixing resin, building molds, and making orgonite in any shape. So when I say building a radionics panel is a walk in the park compared to building this unit, I don't mean to say soldering tiny parts old school is fun. I'm saying the pain in the ass job of soldering tiny parts old school is easier by a long shot than building this pulser was.
If you plan on building one of these, let me know. Just don't ask me to build it for you, ok?
Wednesday, October 30, 2013
jumpin jesus a new ball park.
Let us define the measurement of known scientific facts in the year 1 A.D. as "one jesus," or "1j," using the name of the celebrated philosopher born that year.
It took roughly 40,000 to 100,000 years to accumulate the sum of 1j, since that's about how long homo sapiens have been on this planet.
It took 1500 years for the sum of human knowledge to double to 2j. The next doubling came in about 250 years. Now we have 4j as the sum of human knowledge in the year 1750 A.D. The next doubling took 150 years, and by 1900 we had 8j. The next doubling took 50 years so now we have 16j. Ten years later we doubled again to 32j. The next doubling took seven years, bringing our sum to 64j. The next doubling, six years, so by the year 1973 we had 128j. By 1982 we had 512j in our information coffers and there's no reason to imagine the acceleration has stopped. In fact, the sum of all human knowledge has begun to double by nanoseconds by the early '90s.
We live in accelerated times, and information is doubling faster than we can blink-- and it's increasing. If you compare all the information that's out there to what we know as individuals, you can easily see we know nothing at all. Anything you compare to infinity is always zero. Every field is so absolutely full of increasing knowledge that we had to develop sub-fields in order to try and make sense of it. There are so many specialties in medicine, banking, architecture, electronics, that even the specialists can't keep up with it all. All this information is out there but even the Internet, a small sliver of exponentially expanding information, is beyond our capability to be mapped. An even smaller bit of specialized knowledge, our phone calls and emails that have been collected by intelligence agencies, amounts to a stack of hard drives that can reach the moon.
And what was happening during this Jumping Jesus phenomenon?
6,000 years ago, Priest kings suddenly appeared and took control of the world as we know it. A small group of royal-political families and banking elite families took control of the world.
Money was introduced as a tool of enslavement.
Rothschild, Rockefeller, Morgan, and a few other families own all the banks, own all the governments, and control all the money, resources, and assets of the world.
And what did all this knowledge get us?
We are all born free on our planet but we cannot move around freely. We cannot live where we choose to. We have to follow rules and laws that we did not agree to. We have to work to pay taxes. The restrictions are endless.
Every socio-political system has failed us. Humans everywhere live in misery. There seems to be no happy outcome to the political and economic mess of the planet. Every year, every month it gets worse. More poverty, hunger, homelessness. Global economic collapse is imminent. One third of the worlds food goes to waste because poor, starving people have no money.
So what. You might say it was capitalism and the monetary system that helped propel us to this negative utopia where we all have to work jobs we hate to make money to maintain our climate controlled environments and to buy sub-standard food and crap we don't need to keep the system going in a downward spiral of bleak prosperity while enriching the elite few? That's exactly what I'm saying. And with the present system in place it's never going to get any better than it is right now.
Let me go a step further and say we are not physical creatures doomed to this existence of following the leader in a blind, drunkards walk over the cliff like mindless lemmings. We are more than that. We're spiritual beings trapped in this meaningless existence by the rulers of this planet through coercion, propaganda, laws, and a passive-aggressive police force state to keep us in place to maintain their system of control.
If the Jumping Jesus phenomenon is correct, why aren't we smarter?
We are. We just don't know it yet. Humanity as come to the point where normal thought processes are no longer efficient enough to handle all the data we receive. Intuition is emerging as the new human thought processing app with reason and logic serving as validation mechanisms. We've gone from instinctual hunter-gatherers to inventive problem solvers to mindless consumers. In spite of our cradle to grave social programming and everything we see around us, we all KNOW this isn't the way things are supposed to be. That's your emerging intuition whispering in the background while your brain is preoccupied with the scripted fiction we're trained to believe as reality.
When you play in someone else's ball park you play by their rules.
You can't win this game if the royals, politicians, and bankers change the rules whenever it suits them. We've never won a game and never will. We're not meant to win but we're all brainwashed into thinking we might win one this time.
Maybe it's time to play in our own ball park for a change.
Sunday, October 13, 2013
back in the orgonite saddle again
It's amazing what's happened these past few weeks. While I was immersed in my own projects like the north west field generator, the pulsar project, ORMUS, and an improved batch of absinthe, it seems those guys in Washington have all gone completely mad. It's as if the system is imploding and I'm not sure if it's by accident or design.
The naval yard outside DC had a few problems with a contractor. It seems he was being controlled or influenced by extremely low frequency electromagnetic waves before he embarked on a bloody shooting rampage at the Washington Navy Yard.
BBC REPORT:
Members of a Washington DC Swat team who the BBC has learned were ordered not to respond to Monday's Navy Yard shootings have yet to be contacted by the authorities.
The Capitol Police tactical response team was told by a supervisor to leave the scene instead of aiding municipal officers, sources told the BBC.
Meanwhile, the department has installed a new leader of the elite unit. No reason has been given for the decision.
Gunman Aaron Alexis killed 12 people.
It wasn't until this shooting that I realized why military bases are such easy targets for mass killings. Guns weren't allowed on military bases since the Clinton administration. I never knew that, did you? I mean, these are military installations. They're called armed forces for a reason. Without arms, or weapons, soldiers become service personnel. Sounds like something you'd call uniformed waiters.
The federal government is on semi-shutdown, meaning non-important government personnel are on furlough, or in private sector terms, vacation. Non-important means federal parks, social security, federal landmarks and memorials, health and human services... you know, all that stuff that only affects real people. Not to worry. All those government employees on furlough will receive back pay for the time they were off, making this a paid vacation for them. The reason the federal government is on semi-shutdown? Obama wants obamacare and no one else does.
And this is just the home-front. Earlier the commander in chief was on the brink of starting WWIII because he wanted to bomb Syria. For the first time in history, the American people gave Russia's leader a higher approval rating than the US president.
Just when you think it can't get any crazier, it gets crazier.
Last week a woman from Connecticut was murdered in Washington DC by capital police and secret service for getting lost near the white house. She was supposedly in communication with Obama, via radio waves in her head, and drove to Washington with her one year old child in the back seat. After capital police stopped her car they put a dozen bullets in her head and congress gave them a standing ovation for a job well done.
Well, I can't be bothered by this absurd federal reality show. I got some orgonite to make.
What you see here is a field generator that didn't quite measure up to my stringent standards. After building and testing this thing for a week or so I decided to do a complete do-over from scratch and put this unit on the back burner.
It's constructed of an inner ring of powdered red iron oxide, resin, and powdered brass with a mobius coil made from 60' of 18 gauge magnet wire. The second layer was of a much lesser density of black iron oxide, play sand, resin, a pinch of DA salt, and a half gram of ORMUS to boost it's potential. The last layer was clear resin and powdered selenite.
In all intents and purposes, this thing should've really taken off but the energy field I felt just left me flat. I'm not quite sure what to make of it. Checking it out with my gauss meter, I could clearly detect the toroid shaped energy field surrounding it and going off the scale six inches above the center, showing the energy was directed straight up. Swapping cores showed some cores worked better than others but still nothing to jump up and down about. It seemed this thing wasn't going to perform any better no matter what I do so I opted to go back through my notes and work out a better plan.
Although the energy field in this unit felt extremely weak, it seemed to alter my dreams while sleeping. It took on, for lack of a better term, a velvet feel. While this thing was humming away downstairs, I could feel the difference in my dream-state and each morning I'd wake up to one line revelations that encapsulated the essence of that night's adventures.
Still, I wasn't convinced and set out to build another one using my first PVC CB field generator as a base.
The mobius was built using insulated wire instead of magnet wire and was suspended in the mold using wooden popsicle sticks. On the outside of the mold I taped a dozen rare earth magnets at the midway point to magnetically align the iron and made a single pour in five stages. The mixture consisted of a dense slurry of black and red iron oxide in a ratio of 6:1 with a pinch of DA salt and a half gram of monoatomic gold. At the half way point I let the mixture gel and added fourteen small DT crystals around the mobius perimeter, along with small brass particles and aluminum to keep a metal presence near the coil. The final layer consisting of clear resin, trace amounts of iron oxide and powdered aluminum, and powdered selenite. An amped 432Hz frequency was pumped through the mobius until the resin set.
All I can say is night and day! This new and improved model is every bit as impressive as I wanted it to be. The energy flow is obvious and you can feel the energy form around the ring maxing out over the top. The center cone copper pipe extends past the base and contains a small orgone accumulator made up of three laminations of steel wool and electrical tape with a chunk of hematite and a SBB coil at the base to help direct the energy. Embedding the accumulator in medium density orgonite completes it.
The reason orgonite is so much safer than an orgone accumulator is because orgonite will transmute DOR (dangerous orgone) into POR (life enhancing stuff), where an orgone accumulator will attract and concentrate all orgone energy, DOR as well as POR. The reasoning behind installing a miniature orgone accumulator at the cone base is to attract POR like a sponge and transmute it as fast as it can, right out the pipe. Since this device was designed to eliminate chemtrails and bring out some blue sky in Seattle, WA, an old school accumulator seems like the best way to pack the biggest punch in a smaller package.
Will it clear the Seattle skies? I know during the few weeks I was working on this project the skies around here have never been bluer and the air quality has never been better. Each day was nicer than the day before. The day I unplugged and shipped this unit, the sky started to turn overcast and progressively shittier with each passing day, while it looks like the rain stopped in Seattle.
I wonder if I should make a unit for those guys in Washington? I hear a hard rains a gonna fall.
On second thought, fuck em.
The naval yard outside DC had a few problems with a contractor. It seems he was being controlled or influenced by extremely low frequency electromagnetic waves before he embarked on a bloody shooting rampage at the Washington Navy Yard.
BBC REPORT:
Members of a Washington DC Swat team who the BBC has learned were ordered not to respond to Monday's Navy Yard shootings have yet to be contacted by the authorities.
The Capitol Police tactical response team was told by a supervisor to leave the scene instead of aiding municipal officers, sources told the BBC.
Meanwhile, the department has installed a new leader of the elite unit. No reason has been given for the decision.
Gunman Aaron Alexis killed 12 people.
It wasn't until this shooting that I realized why military bases are such easy targets for mass killings. Guns weren't allowed on military bases since the Clinton administration. I never knew that, did you? I mean, these are military installations. They're called armed forces for a reason. Without arms, or weapons, soldiers become service personnel. Sounds like something you'd call uniformed waiters.
The federal government is on semi-shutdown, meaning non-important government personnel are on furlough, or in private sector terms, vacation. Non-important means federal parks, social security, federal landmarks and memorials, health and human services... you know, all that stuff that only affects real people. Not to worry. All those government employees on furlough will receive back pay for the time they were off, making this a paid vacation for them. The reason the federal government is on semi-shutdown? Obama wants obamacare and no one else does.
And this is just the home-front. Earlier the commander in chief was on the brink of starting WWIII because he wanted to bomb Syria. For the first time in history, the American people gave Russia's leader a higher approval rating than the US president.
Just when you think it can't get any crazier, it gets crazier.
Last week a woman from Connecticut was murdered in Washington DC by capital police and secret service for getting lost near the white house. She was supposedly in communication with Obama, via radio waves in her head, and drove to Washington with her one year old child in the back seat. After capital police stopped her car they put a dozen bullets in her head and congress gave them a standing ovation for a job well done.
Well, I can't be bothered by this absurd federal reality show. I got some orgonite to make.
It's constructed of an inner ring of powdered red iron oxide, resin, and powdered brass with a mobius coil made from 60' of 18 gauge magnet wire. The second layer was of a much lesser density of black iron oxide, play sand, resin, a pinch of DA salt, and a half gram of ORMUS to boost it's potential. The last layer was clear resin and powdered selenite.
In all intents and purposes, this thing should've really taken off but the energy field I felt just left me flat. I'm not quite sure what to make of it. Checking it out with my gauss meter, I could clearly detect the toroid shaped energy field surrounding it and going off the scale six inches above the center, showing the energy was directed straight up. Swapping cores showed some cores worked better than others but still nothing to jump up and down about. It seemed this thing wasn't going to perform any better no matter what I do so I opted to go back through my notes and work out a better plan.
Although the energy field in this unit felt extremely weak, it seemed to alter my dreams while sleeping. It took on, for lack of a better term, a velvet feel. While this thing was humming away downstairs, I could feel the difference in my dream-state and each morning I'd wake up to one line revelations that encapsulated the essence of that night's adventures.
Still, I wasn't convinced and set out to build another one using my first PVC CB field generator as a base.
The mobius was built using insulated wire instead of magnet wire and was suspended in the mold using wooden popsicle sticks. On the outside of the mold I taped a dozen rare earth magnets at the midway point to magnetically align the iron and made a single pour in five stages. The mixture consisted of a dense slurry of black and red iron oxide in a ratio of 6:1 with a pinch of DA salt and a half gram of monoatomic gold. At the half way point I let the mixture gel and added fourteen small DT crystals around the mobius perimeter, along with small brass particles and aluminum to keep a metal presence near the coil. The final layer consisting of clear resin, trace amounts of iron oxide and powdered aluminum, and powdered selenite. An amped 432Hz frequency was pumped through the mobius until the resin set.
All I can say is night and day! This new and improved model is every bit as impressive as I wanted it to be. The energy flow is obvious and you can feel the energy form around the ring maxing out over the top. The center cone copper pipe extends past the base and contains a small orgone accumulator made up of three laminations of steel wool and electrical tape with a chunk of hematite and a SBB coil at the base to help direct the energy. Embedding the accumulator in medium density orgonite completes it.
Will it clear the Seattle skies? I know during the few weeks I was working on this project the skies around here have never been bluer and the air quality has never been better. Each day was nicer than the day before. The day I unplugged and shipped this unit, the sky started to turn overcast and progressively shittier with each passing day, while it looks like the rain stopped in Seattle.
I wonder if I should make a unit for those guys in Washington? I hear a hard rains a gonna fall.
On second thought, fuck em.
Thursday, September 12, 2013
up yours bill
My first computer was a Packard Bell windows 95 with a massive 2 gig hard drive. After learning the basics, I quickly learned how to format a hard drive after deleting a few too many programs I shouldn't have.
It's been an ongoing battle with Microsoft ever since, and like most windows users, I spent more time fixing my computer and less time computing.
When I got repeating messages from Microsoft saying my win xp software was counterfeit I thought it was just another virus that managed to get past my award winning microshaft security systems and began treating it like any other bug... Search and destroy. Microsoft Essentials, the best security software on the planet, according to Bill Gates, was giving me the same message and refused to do the one thing it was designed to do. The last full scan started on Sunday night and twelve hours later it was still dragging along sucking up ram and allowing any adware that came along entrance through the front door.
Searching the internet, I found this was a common problem caused by a buried program in all windows operating systems with the sole purpose of analysing your computer and alerting Microsoft if it finds any unauthorized upgrades to their os. It seems my computer tech upgraded my system from xp to xp professional three years ago and it waited until now to rat me out. I saw this happen with win98 when xp first came out and most people just bought a new computer with a new operating system to solve the problem and blamed it on the computer store who installed the bogus system.
Microsoft law... Only a Microsoft authorized version of an operating system can be used on one computer. You MUST buy an authorized os for each computer you own.
Every time Microsoft comes out with a new and improved os they weed out the older versions and do their best to turn them off to force you into buying the latest version for a few hundred bucks.
Well, fuck that! Life's too short to play this game with this out of control bullshit corporation. This is how Bill Gates became richer than the sultan of Brunei, by exacting monthly royalties from everyone on the planet to use his crappy operating systems that need constant upgrades and repair to keep them stumbling along on the internet super highway.
To be honest, I thought my last blog entry about overdosing Bill and Melinda Gates with LSD, strapping them naked to the hood of a car, and driving them off a cliff in front of their whole family was the reason I was targeted to be fucked with. Could be a coincidence but there's nothing I'd put past that rancid, evil, nazi-security enforcing corporate empire from hell.
Let me make this perfectly clear.... Fuck you, Bill and everything you stand for, and that goes double for that gold digging whore you call a wife.
That's when I decided to dump windows and do a clean install of Linux.
I considered a double boot system using windows 8 and Ubuntu but the thought of polluting my computer with microsoft filth made me feel like a reformed crack whore turning tricks for my ex pimp's brother on sundays. I figure if linux is good enough for China and the NSA it's good enough for me so I downloaded a free installation disk, dropped in a virgin hard drive, and fired it up.
I won't get into the three day ordeal of learning a new system language in order to fix my initial mistakes but when the smoke cleared and the problems were resolved my new linux machine severely rocks! It's clean, simple, adaptable, and plug ins are one button easy.
It's also the basic system NSA and most government departments use to keep their files unhackable and virus free. It's also the system China chose after Bill Gates and Steve Jobs sucked Chinese ass for months in hopes they could exponentially expand their bottom lines.
Two reasons China went with linux. Security and cost.
With Microsoft, a few hundred bucks for each machine that needs a new operating system every now and then for thousands of government computers or linux for free with no cost or need for upgrades.
Although free is pretty good, it was the linux architecture that makes the system virtually hack proof and impervious to viral attacks that closed the deal. Hmmmmmmmm... tough decision.
Besides, the vast majority of servers are linux based. When a pc gets a virus it's a pain in the ass to fix and your machine could go down for days or weeks but when some major servers get infected it could shut down a continent.
Gee, why do you think all those servers dumped microsoft for linux?
At any rate, with my computer problems out of the way, I can concentrate on more important issues, like orgonite, scalar devices, and ORMUS.
Stay tuned.
It's been an ongoing battle with Microsoft ever since, and like most windows users, I spent more time fixing my computer and less time computing.
When I got repeating messages from Microsoft saying my win xp software was counterfeit I thought it was just another virus that managed to get past my award winning microshaft security systems and began treating it like any other bug... Search and destroy. Microsoft Essentials, the best security software on the planet, according to Bill Gates, was giving me the same message and refused to do the one thing it was designed to do. The last full scan started on Sunday night and twelve hours later it was still dragging along sucking up ram and allowing any adware that came along entrance through the front door.
Searching the internet, I found this was a common problem caused by a buried program in all windows operating systems with the sole purpose of analysing your computer and alerting Microsoft if it finds any unauthorized upgrades to their os. It seems my computer tech upgraded my system from xp to xp professional three years ago and it waited until now to rat me out. I saw this happen with win98 when xp first came out and most people just bought a new computer with a new operating system to solve the problem and blamed it on the computer store who installed the bogus system.
Microsoft law... Only a Microsoft authorized version of an operating system can be used on one computer. You MUST buy an authorized os for each computer you own.
Every time Microsoft comes out with a new and improved os they weed out the older versions and do their best to turn them off to force you into buying the latest version for a few hundred bucks.
Well, fuck that! Life's too short to play this game with this out of control bullshit corporation. This is how Bill Gates became richer than the sultan of Brunei, by exacting monthly royalties from everyone on the planet to use his crappy operating systems that need constant upgrades and repair to keep them stumbling along on the internet super highway.
To be honest, I thought my last blog entry about overdosing Bill and Melinda Gates with LSD, strapping them naked to the hood of a car, and driving them off a cliff in front of their whole family was the reason I was targeted to be fucked with. Could be a coincidence but there's nothing I'd put past that rancid, evil, nazi-security enforcing corporate empire from hell.
Let me make this perfectly clear.... Fuck you, Bill and everything you stand for, and that goes double for that gold digging whore you call a wife.
That's when I decided to dump windows and do a clean install of Linux.
I considered a double boot system using windows 8 and Ubuntu but the thought of polluting my computer with microsoft filth made me feel like a reformed crack whore turning tricks for my ex pimp's brother on sundays. I figure if linux is good enough for China and the NSA it's good enough for me so I downloaded a free installation disk, dropped in a virgin hard drive, and fired it up.
I won't get into the three day ordeal of learning a new system language in order to fix my initial mistakes but when the smoke cleared and the problems were resolved my new linux machine severely rocks! It's clean, simple, adaptable, and plug ins are one button easy.
It's also the basic system NSA and most government departments use to keep their files unhackable and virus free. It's also the system China chose after Bill Gates and Steve Jobs sucked Chinese ass for months in hopes they could exponentially expand their bottom lines.
Two reasons China went with linux. Security and cost.
With Microsoft, a few hundred bucks for each machine that needs a new operating system every now and then for thousands of government computers or linux for free with no cost or need for upgrades.
Although free is pretty good, it was the linux architecture that makes the system virtually hack proof and impervious to viral attacks that closed the deal. Hmmmmmmmm... tough decision.
Besides, the vast majority of servers are linux based. When a pc gets a virus it's a pain in the ass to fix and your machine could go down for days or weeks but when some major servers get infected it could shut down a continent.
Gee, why do you think all those servers dumped microsoft for linux?
At any rate, with my computer problems out of the way, I can concentrate on more important issues, like orgonite, scalar devices, and ORMUS.
Stay tuned.
Thursday, September 05, 2013
The War on Consciousness - Graham Hancock (Removed TED Talk)
In theory, the TED talks concept is a good one. Smart people sharing thought provoking ideas in a short, easy to understand format on subject matter most people would never consider looking into. The TED talks I managed to see were somewhat less than inspiring and sounded too much like mainstream science touting itself. When I saw the TED talks video on Bill Gates spewing his new world order ideas on population reduction by way of forced inoculations as an answer to sub-standard drinking water in third world countries, I almost puked on my keyboard. Hey, don't take my word for it. Look it up yourself. I'll guarantee you'll think twice about the Bill and Melinda Gates Foundation. Bill and Melinda should be inoculated with a large quantity of LSD, strapped naked to the hoods of two cars and driven off a cliff in front of their whole family. Just my opinion, ok?
At any rate, Graham Hancock apparently stepped on some smart guys toes when he did this TED talk, and for less than honest reasons, it was removed by two anonymous TED guys as an act of censure. I guess talking about attaining a higher state of consciousness goes against the mainstream science grain.
Fuckin egotistical bastards.
At any rate, Graham Hancock apparently stepped on some smart guys toes when he did this TED talk, and for less than honest reasons, it was removed by two anonymous TED guys as an act of censure. I guess talking about attaining a higher state of consciousness goes against the mainstream science grain.
Fuckin egotistical bastards.
Wednesday, September 04, 2013
Sunday, August 18, 2013
Tuesday, July 30, 2013
this explains a lot
“What
you think upon grows. Whatever you allow to occupy your mind you
magnify in your life. Whether the subject of your thought is good or
bad, the law works, and the condition grows. Any subject that you keep
out of your mind tends to diminish in your life, because what you do not
use atrophies. The more you think of grievances, the more such trials
you will continue to receive; the more you think of the good fortune you
have had, the more good fortune will come to you.” --Emmet Fox
Thursday, July 04, 2013
a soldier's last words
We actively or passively support the Debt and Death Paradigm.
We have it in our power to end it.
Stop cheering for the propaganda.
Stop the hero worship.
Stop funding it.
Stop joining it.
Stop it.
"I Am Sorry That It Has Come to This": A Soldier's Last Words
We have it in our power to end it.
Stop cheering for the propaganda.
Stop the hero worship.
Stop funding it.
Stop joining it.
Stop it.
"I Am Sorry That It Has Come to This": A Soldier's Last Words
Wednesday, July 03, 2013
what would tyler do?
Years ago, I was talking to a workmate about
movies. He was more than just a guy I worked with. He was an Irish
version of me... a volume of useless information and trivia with a
healthy dose of defiance. He was the one who suggested I watch Fight
Club, based on the book by the same name written by a guy named Chuck Palahniuk. He said it changed his world view. When it came out I thought it
was nothing more than a pugilistic, angst-ridden, violence fest.
Little did I know it was exactly what my soul needed.
I read the book after I saw the movie and was amazed how the dialog translated from book to screen so well. Chuck Palahniuk was the movie consultant which made the movie more of a director/author collaboration. The biggest change was the ending where the bombs went off dropping all those buildings that contained everyone's credit information. Chuck had final say but admitted Fincher's ending was much better than his and, thank god, they kept it as the grand finale. The lovers holding hands, watching the destruction of society's financial institutions followed by a single frame of a big cock was uplifting, to say the least.
The book went into more depth but that's the literary trade off when you translate the written word to a two hour photo play and I can accept that from a director who's focus is on box office sales. The message got through, propelling everyone involved to cult status and adjusted the minds of the masses just enough to embrace defiance and controlled anger against authority as an acceptable weapon in the revolutionary arsenal. The book stimulated the movie but it was the movie that moved the masses. On it's own, the book would've had little more circulation than literary circles and a few revolutionary readers. Sad to say, most people regard book print as dead and get their info from mediums that don't require reading. This is one of those movies that got people to learn how to read again. They say reading and the moveable press was one thing responsible for success of the French revolution. Looks like it's making a come back.
Narrator: He was *the* guerilla terrorist in the food service industry.
[the Narrator looks at Tyler, who's urinating in a pot]
Tyler Durden: Do not watch. I cannot go when you watch.
Narrator: Apart from seasoning the lobster bisque, he farted on the meringue, sneezed on braised endive, and as for the cream of mushroom soup, well...
Tyler Durden: [snickers] Go ahead. Tell 'em.
Narrator: ...you get the idea.
I wonder if Margret Thatcher got sick after discovering she ate waiter cum five times at her favorite restaurant. I wonder if Brad Pitt had dinner at the same place. I'll bet he has. What a total, personal invasion! What a revolting thing to do to the upper classes who dine in 5 star restaurants, never really knowing what the unknown, faceless people behind closed doors are doing with their food... until now.
Did you ever see Super Troopers? If you didn't, you need to, if not for any other reason but the fast food scene.
Two cops walk into a fast food joint.
"I'll have a double cheese whammy burger with a liter of cola." The kid at the counter talks into the mic... "A double cheese whammy burger. It's for a cop." Even this dense cop knew they were going to spit in his burger but was helpless to do anything about it but get in trouble with his superiors for trashing the restaurant. At the end of the scene he ate his burger and said, "fuck it."
I, for one, refuse to send anything back to the kitchen at any restaurant. Rule # 1 for living a relatively sane life... Don't piss off the people who make your food. I personally saw my friend, a chef at the time, wipe a toilet rim with a steak before cooking it for an asshole he didn't care for. After that I cooked my own steak or went to steak houses that had an open grill.
"We cook your meals, we haul your trash, we connect your calls, we drive your ambulances. We guard you while you sleep. Do not... fuck with us."
Tyler Durden
Oh man! No wonder the people in charge are installing cams everywhere and recording everything we do. It's not to catch terrorists or would be criminals or bail jumpers. It's to make sure no one pees in their food and laughs at them from behind kitchen doors. How else can you explain how Ed Snowden, NSA contractor and dissident, managed to leave the country with tons of secret documents, totally undetected until he spilled the beans on a TV interview from Hong Kong. That's right, they were watching the White House kitchen staff for unauthorized urination.
I think I'm on to something here. If all this data collection was to catch criminals, how come they never seem to catch anybody? Why didn't they use this info to catch the underwear bomber, the Boston bombers, or the Aurora shooters? Because they were more interested in eating clean food rather than catching someone shooting up the unwashed masses. The Aurora movie theater had cams all over the place, just like everywhere else. That info was never released but a pic of a guy standing in a tray full of lettuce at a fast food joint got someone's attention and the perpetrator was arrested immediately, using high tech tracing methods and shoe recognition software. (That last reference was a joke) I can see these NSA guys frantically going through emails and phone calls because one of them dined with Maggie Thatcher last year. And you thought they gathered all that data on you to protect you. HA! They just want to catch the little bastard that jerked off on Clinton's Big Mac.
You can bet the farm waiters across the country never read the book but saw the movie and felt their efforts to spread their bodily fluids on celebrity food were not only validated and accepted by their waiter peers but felt it was their civil duty to do so. This scares the shit out of the guys who can't do anything for themselves. Rockefeller would starve to death if he had to prepare his own meals and it makes me wonder about Howard Hughes' quirky habits of eating only Campbell's chicken noodle soup, saving jars of piss, and touching nothing without a fresh kleenex. Why do you think waiter applications quadrupled at all the restaurants around Capital Hill. It wasn't for the tips. Or was it?
A word to the wise. When dining at one of these congressional hangouts, dress down and ask for clean food.
Anonymous, the headless hacker/pranksters who took down $cientology a few years ago, emerged around the same time Fight Club came into the public consciousness. The similarities are pretty amazing, only Anonymous practices mayhem on the internet and showed themselves as a force to be reckoned with. The Fight Club concept of individual cells acting independently for the greater cause was taken to another level by Anonymous... Individuals acting independently for the greater cause. Our own government hijacked this very same concept in the form of fictitious terror cells made up of foreign terrorists within our own system, causing terrorist acts and mayhem for the greater cause... which just so happened to be Tyler Durden's greater cause, to bring it all down. Looks like our government did that all on it's own.
It's psy-ops warfare and the similarities are so close we have to ask ourselves if the post 911 world is the result of Chuck Palahniuk's book/movie or if Chuck just tapped into the emerging individual consciousness that's acting as a catalyst to allow humanity to shake off their oppressor chains through pranks and defiance.
I know enough about the powers that be that when they say black they really mean white. When they say terrorist cells they mean the faceless members of project mayhem, Anonymous, patriots, free thinkers, intellectuals, and all those people out there with guns that can't be tracked. It scares the shit out of them that there are so many invisible factions of humanity setting their sights on THEM instead of the Middle Eastern boogeymen they constantly show us. Picture Berlin toward the end of WWII with the advancement of the allied powers approaching from every direction while the enlightened elite hold up in their guilded bunkers, with a drink in one hand and a suicide pill in the other.
Plans within plans. Oil is only a secondary goal for the hostilities in the middle east. The real goal is to control the hearts and minds of middle eastern men by swapping out one puppet dictator for another. It's also the last place on Earth not under new world order control. The turmoil in Egypt, Syria, Lebanon, Iraq, Afghanistan are the result of divide and conquer. The oldest trick in the book and it's worked great, until now. I wonder if the guys who dropped the twin towers were influenced by Chuck's book. Hmmmmm....
The only difference between a patriot and an insurgent is location. The only difference between a terrorist and a freedom fighter is which side you're on.
Do these thoughts make me an enemy of the state?
I read the book after I saw the movie and was amazed how the dialog translated from book to screen so well. Chuck Palahniuk was the movie consultant which made the movie more of a director/author collaboration. The biggest change was the ending where the bombs went off dropping all those buildings that contained everyone's credit information. Chuck had final say but admitted Fincher's ending was much better than his and, thank god, they kept it as the grand finale. The lovers holding hands, watching the destruction of society's financial institutions followed by a single frame of a big cock was uplifting, to say the least.
The book went into more depth but that's the literary trade off when you translate the written word to a two hour photo play and I can accept that from a director who's focus is on box office sales. The message got through, propelling everyone involved to cult status and adjusted the minds of the masses just enough to embrace defiance and controlled anger against authority as an acceptable weapon in the revolutionary arsenal. The book stimulated the movie but it was the movie that moved the masses. On it's own, the book would've had little more circulation than literary circles and a few revolutionary readers. Sad to say, most people regard book print as dead and get their info from mediums that don't require reading. This is one of those movies that got people to learn how to read again. They say reading and the moveable press was one thing responsible for success of the French revolution. Looks like it's making a come back.
Narrator: He was *the* guerilla terrorist in the food service industry.
[the Narrator looks at Tyler, who's urinating in a pot]
Tyler Durden: Do not watch. I cannot go when you watch.
Narrator: Apart from seasoning the lobster bisque, he farted on the meringue, sneezed on braised endive, and as for the cream of mushroom soup, well...
Tyler Durden: [snickers] Go ahead. Tell 'em.
Narrator: ...you get the idea.
I wonder if Margret Thatcher got sick after discovering she ate waiter cum five times at her favorite restaurant. I wonder if Brad Pitt had dinner at the same place. I'll bet he has. What a total, personal invasion! What a revolting thing to do to the upper classes who dine in 5 star restaurants, never really knowing what the unknown, faceless people behind closed doors are doing with their food... until now.
Did you ever see Super Troopers? If you didn't, you need to, if not for any other reason but the fast food scene.
Two cops walk into a fast food joint.
"I'll have a double cheese whammy burger with a liter of cola." The kid at the counter talks into the mic... "A double cheese whammy burger. It's for a cop." Even this dense cop knew they were going to spit in his burger but was helpless to do anything about it but get in trouble with his superiors for trashing the restaurant. At the end of the scene he ate his burger and said, "fuck it."
I, for one, refuse to send anything back to the kitchen at any restaurant. Rule # 1 for living a relatively sane life... Don't piss off the people who make your food. I personally saw my friend, a chef at the time, wipe a toilet rim with a steak before cooking it for an asshole he didn't care for. After that I cooked my own steak or went to steak houses that had an open grill.
"We cook your meals, we haul your trash, we connect your calls, we drive your ambulances. We guard you while you sleep. Do not... fuck with us."
Tyler Durden
Oh man! No wonder the people in charge are installing cams everywhere and recording everything we do. It's not to catch terrorists or would be criminals or bail jumpers. It's to make sure no one pees in their food and laughs at them from behind kitchen doors. How else can you explain how Ed Snowden, NSA contractor and dissident, managed to leave the country with tons of secret documents, totally undetected until he spilled the beans on a TV interview from Hong Kong. That's right, they were watching the White House kitchen staff for unauthorized urination.
I think I'm on to something here. If all this data collection was to catch criminals, how come they never seem to catch anybody? Why didn't they use this info to catch the underwear bomber, the Boston bombers, or the Aurora shooters? Because they were more interested in eating clean food rather than catching someone shooting up the unwashed masses. The Aurora movie theater had cams all over the place, just like everywhere else. That info was never released but a pic of a guy standing in a tray full of lettuce at a fast food joint got someone's attention and the perpetrator was arrested immediately, using high tech tracing methods and shoe recognition software. (That last reference was a joke) I can see these NSA guys frantically going through emails and phone calls because one of them dined with Maggie Thatcher last year. And you thought they gathered all that data on you to protect you. HA! They just want to catch the little bastard that jerked off on Clinton's Big Mac.
You can bet the farm waiters across the country never read the book but saw the movie and felt their efforts to spread their bodily fluids on celebrity food were not only validated and accepted by their waiter peers but felt it was their civil duty to do so. This scares the shit out of the guys who can't do anything for themselves. Rockefeller would starve to death if he had to prepare his own meals and it makes me wonder about Howard Hughes' quirky habits of eating only Campbell's chicken noodle soup, saving jars of piss, and touching nothing without a fresh kleenex. Why do you think waiter applications quadrupled at all the restaurants around Capital Hill. It wasn't for the tips. Or was it?
A word to the wise. When dining at one of these congressional hangouts, dress down and ask for clean food.
Anonymous, the headless hacker/pranksters who took down $cientology a few years ago, emerged around the same time Fight Club came into the public consciousness. The similarities are pretty amazing, only Anonymous practices mayhem on the internet and showed themselves as a force to be reckoned with. The Fight Club concept of individual cells acting independently for the greater cause was taken to another level by Anonymous... Individuals acting independently for the greater cause. Our own government hijacked this very same concept in the form of fictitious terror cells made up of foreign terrorists within our own system, causing terrorist acts and mayhem for the greater cause... which just so happened to be Tyler Durden's greater cause, to bring it all down. Looks like our government did that all on it's own.
It's psy-ops warfare and the similarities are so close we have to ask ourselves if the post 911 world is the result of Chuck Palahniuk's book/movie or if Chuck just tapped into the emerging individual consciousness that's acting as a catalyst to allow humanity to shake off their oppressor chains through pranks and defiance.
I know enough about the powers that be that when they say black they really mean white. When they say terrorist cells they mean the faceless members of project mayhem, Anonymous, patriots, free thinkers, intellectuals, and all those people out there with guns that can't be tracked. It scares the shit out of them that there are so many invisible factions of humanity setting their sights on THEM instead of the Middle Eastern boogeymen they constantly show us. Picture Berlin toward the end of WWII with the advancement of the allied powers approaching from every direction while the enlightened elite hold up in their guilded bunkers, with a drink in one hand and a suicide pill in the other.
Plans within plans. Oil is only a secondary goal for the hostilities in the middle east. The real goal is to control the hearts and minds of middle eastern men by swapping out one puppet dictator for another. It's also the last place on Earth not under new world order control. The turmoil in Egypt, Syria, Lebanon, Iraq, Afghanistan are the result of divide and conquer. The oldest trick in the book and it's worked great, until now. I wonder if the guys who dropped the twin towers were influenced by Chuck's book. Hmmmmm....
The only difference between a patriot and an insurgent is location. The only difference between a terrorist and a freedom fighter is which side you're on.
Do these thoughts make me an enemy of the state?
Tuesday, June 25, 2013
beer fueled critical thinking
I was living in Scranton, Pa when I learned that city had the highest consumption of beer per capita than any city on Earth. I know. That's a bold statement, but true. Munich and Berlin didn't come close to the amount of suds Scranton guzzled and that statistical fact filled me with pride and I did my best to help keep that record.
I was a freshman at the time and maintained an apartment a block away from the university with a couple of roommates. Some of my classmates were locals and were familiar with ways to find lots of free ice and cheap beer but even they were unaware the student union provided beer at wholesale prices, with no deposit for the keg or tap. Beer sales were run by seniors and every Saturday the student union basement was filled with half kegs of beer for the weekend. We used to wonder what the couple quarter kegs were for until a grad student got one for some kind of big bash. After he left you could hear a few chuckles and comments like, "I'd get one of those for Monday Night Football."
Our free keg ice came from the cafeteria at Marywood College, until they asked us to leave, but not before we made friends with some of the students. The Marywood student body was primarily female and everyone we talked to was most eager to party with us.
We had the dubious honor of tapping the first keg of the fall semester with a lively mix of freshmen, sophomores, juniors, and about thirty-five of the cutest girls Marywood had to offer, creating a ratio of three girls to every guy, and we became instant party legends. As time went on and the parties grew, we realized a half keg wasn't enough and decided to tap a second keg in the living room, reducing the beer wait by 50%. We not only had the reputation for having the most babes, the most beer, and the most fun, we consistently drained our kegs before anyone else, forcing us to seek out more parties for our beer swilling guests. We would get tips on where the parties were, how many people, and how much beer they had and estimate how long they'd party til they kicked the keg. Based on gathered information, we'd decide where to go first, followed by a string of other parties in order of estimated beer quantity and party endurance. With glasses half filled with keg remnants, we'd grab the girls, pile into cars, and start the drunkards invasion in a follow the leader parade of inebriated revelry.
When a bunch of guys you don't even know come to crash your party with a whole bunch of beer drinkin babes, they always get in. We never paid for what we drank and we'd stay til the beer was gone and move on to the next place until there was nothing left.
We never realized our pre-planned campaign to liberate all the beer from other parties was right out of Sun Tzu's Art of War and a few Greek classics. We learned all we could about the enemy, their strengths and weaknesses, amount of fluids, and rates of consumption, before we launched our attack. We never even considered the Trojan horse tactic when we put the prettiest girls in front of the door just before it opened. Our back-up battle plans were the result of beer fueled conversations before the guests arrived and were never meant to be taken seriously until the second keg was on the verge of floating. Only four of us knew of any contingency plans but a floating keg was like a starters pistol and without warning, we'd grab the girls, the last of the beer, and anyone up for an adventure, and hit the campaign trail in search of golden nectar.
Ahhhh... The benefits of a classical education. Our teachers would be proud.
That's what Scranton was. Beer swilling capital of the world where the party didn't get started til the first keg was half gone. The beer was plentiful and cheap and came from breweries within walking distance from each other. Drunk driving wasn't a crime and college students were never hassled or carded and the university sold you the beer below distributor prices.
Those days are long gone. Marathon binges are out and sobriety is in. The carefree, unbridled, disobedient, teenage baby-boomer generation got replaced by a series of cradle to grave, conditioned, obedient, kids who accept their nanny/police state existence as normal. Town cops routinely raid college parties and jail anyone who gives them lip or doesn't answer their questions fast enough. Metal detectors, campus cops, zero tolerance, cams everywhere, and rule infractions are handled by police arrests and jail time. I know a college sophomore who was tackled by three members of campus security for the high crime of crossing the lawn with a can of beer. Even though this guy was pre-law, he had absolutely no concept of his constitutional rights and dutifully accepted his fate. What's next? Intensive interrogation followed by forced labor on a collective farm?
I know... It sounds like the older generation bitching about the new, like every preceding generation since Aristotle, but Aristotle is no longer part of school curriculum and critical thinking has been replaced by doing what you're told by systematic conditioning from birth. The rebellion of youth, historically viewed as a right of passage to adulthood, is now considered unacceptable and punished by time outs, arrests, detention, jail, and a criminal record. Play is structured and organized by adults, competitive sports emphasize group effort where every kid is a winner, no matter how physically inept. Failure, once considered an essential step to individual success by learning from past mistakes and exercising critical thinking to overcome future obstacles, is all but eliminated from the equation, to spare the feelings of potential underachievers and make everyone feel good about themselves, as their collective group I.Q.s drop faster than the twin towers.
If Aristotle saw what was going on today he'd never stop throwing up.
I was a freshman at the time and maintained an apartment a block away from the university with a couple of roommates. Some of my classmates were locals and were familiar with ways to find lots of free ice and cheap beer but even they were unaware the student union provided beer at wholesale prices, with no deposit for the keg or tap. Beer sales were run by seniors and every Saturday the student union basement was filled with half kegs of beer for the weekend. We used to wonder what the couple quarter kegs were for until a grad student got one for some kind of big bash. After he left you could hear a few chuckles and comments like, "I'd get one of those for Monday Night Football."
Our free keg ice came from the cafeteria at Marywood College, until they asked us to leave, but not before we made friends with some of the students. The Marywood student body was primarily female and everyone we talked to was most eager to party with us.
We had the dubious honor of tapping the first keg of the fall semester with a lively mix of freshmen, sophomores, juniors, and about thirty-five of the cutest girls Marywood had to offer, creating a ratio of three girls to every guy, and we became instant party legends. As time went on and the parties grew, we realized a half keg wasn't enough and decided to tap a second keg in the living room, reducing the beer wait by 50%. We not only had the reputation for having the most babes, the most beer, and the most fun, we consistently drained our kegs before anyone else, forcing us to seek out more parties for our beer swilling guests. We would get tips on where the parties were, how many people, and how much beer they had and estimate how long they'd party til they kicked the keg. Based on gathered information, we'd decide where to go first, followed by a string of other parties in order of estimated beer quantity and party endurance. With glasses half filled with keg remnants, we'd grab the girls, pile into cars, and start the drunkards invasion in a follow the leader parade of inebriated revelry.
When a bunch of guys you don't even know come to crash your party with a whole bunch of beer drinkin babes, they always get in. We never paid for what we drank and we'd stay til the beer was gone and move on to the next place until there was nothing left.
We never realized our pre-planned campaign to liberate all the beer from other parties was right out of Sun Tzu's Art of War and a few Greek classics. We learned all we could about the enemy, their strengths and weaknesses, amount of fluids, and rates of consumption, before we launched our attack. We never even considered the Trojan horse tactic when we put the prettiest girls in front of the door just before it opened. Our back-up battle plans were the result of beer fueled conversations before the guests arrived and were never meant to be taken seriously until the second keg was on the verge of floating. Only four of us knew of any contingency plans but a floating keg was like a starters pistol and without warning, we'd grab the girls, the last of the beer, and anyone up for an adventure, and hit the campaign trail in search of golden nectar.
Ahhhh... The benefits of a classical education. Our teachers would be proud.
That's what Scranton was. Beer swilling capital of the world where the party didn't get started til the first keg was half gone. The beer was plentiful and cheap and came from breweries within walking distance from each other. Drunk driving wasn't a crime and college students were never hassled or carded and the university sold you the beer below distributor prices.
Those days are long gone. Marathon binges are out and sobriety is in. The carefree, unbridled, disobedient, teenage baby-boomer generation got replaced by a series of cradle to grave, conditioned, obedient, kids who accept their nanny/police state existence as normal. Town cops routinely raid college parties and jail anyone who gives them lip or doesn't answer their questions fast enough. Metal detectors, campus cops, zero tolerance, cams everywhere, and rule infractions are handled by police arrests and jail time. I know a college sophomore who was tackled by three members of campus security for the high crime of crossing the lawn with a can of beer. Even though this guy was pre-law, he had absolutely no concept of his constitutional rights and dutifully accepted his fate. What's next? Intensive interrogation followed by forced labor on a collective farm?
I know... It sounds like the older generation bitching about the new, like every preceding generation since Aristotle, but Aristotle is no longer part of school curriculum and critical thinking has been replaced by doing what you're told by systematic conditioning from birth. The rebellion of youth, historically viewed as a right of passage to adulthood, is now considered unacceptable and punished by time outs, arrests, detention, jail, and a criminal record. Play is structured and organized by adults, competitive sports emphasize group effort where every kid is a winner, no matter how physically inept. Failure, once considered an essential step to individual success by learning from past mistakes and exercising critical thinking to overcome future obstacles, is all but eliminated from the equation, to spare the feelings of potential underachievers and make everyone feel good about themselves, as their collective group I.Q.s drop faster than the twin towers.
If Aristotle saw what was going on today he'd never stop throwing up.
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