On The Lash: Rumble Wrangle Shamble

Rumble (n.)

late 14c., from rumble (v.). Slang noun meaning “gang fight” is from 1946. Meaning “backmost part of a carriage” is from 1808 (earlier rumbler, 1801), probably from the effect of sitting over the wheels; hence rumble seat (1828).

Rumble (v.)

late 14c., “make a deep, heavy, continuous sound,” also “move with a rolling, thundering sound,” also “create disorder and confusion,” probably related to Middle Dutch rommelen “to rumble,” Middle High German rummeln, Old Norse rymja“to shout, roar,” all of imitative origin. Related: Rumbledrumbling.

Rumble (transitive verb)

British to reveal or discover the true character of

John Lamb Lash put out three new videos late on Friday evening, Dear Reader. I listened to the first in the dead of night…

*Hmm… /lights up… Unleashing the word ‘Tzaddik’ was like dropping a nuclear bomb? Yikes!*

*And Wonder Woman owns a hotel? …/lights up… In Neve Tzedek?*

I have to say, that first talk was uncomfortable listening. So I talked to Cade about it…

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*/drags… Ahh… a selfie with Cade, Clicky? …/pats snout… Thank you…*

Contrary to Tim Ottevanger’s view (Letters, 16 October) of the Molotov-Ribbentrop pact of August 1939, a pact that astonished the western world, I think it was one of the most significant in the last 200 years. At that time any intelligent observer, including Stalin, knew that the Nazis planned to eradicate Bolshevism and to gain Lebensraum in eastern Europe. The Soviets were engaged in a gigantic educational, agricultural and industrial transformation lasting less than a score of years, a process that took the UK over a century. They had to ensure that they were capable of defeating an onslaught from the greatest military machine ever known. The pact not only gave the USSR an extra 22 months of further industrialisation, but also allowed it to occupy eastern Poland after the Nazis attacked it on 1 September 1939. But for this extra 100+ miles of “buffer zone” the Nazis would have probably captured Moscow in 1941 and much land beyond it. Instead, as Churchill said, the Soviets “ripped the guts out of the Wehrmacht”. But for this the Nazis would have won the war in Europe with cataclysmic implications for the UK.
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I gotta say, they kinda fucked up there, if stopping Bolshevik Zenosh taking over Europe was the Nazis’ sole ‘good’ intention…

*Ah, Cade’s little boy sounding “See ya!”s at the end of vids are so sweet… /stubs butt…*

Wrangle (v.)

late 14c., from Low German wrangeln“to dispute, to wrestle,” related to Middle Low German wringen, from Proto-Germanic *wrang-, from *wrengh-, nasalized variant of *wergh- “to turn,” from PIE root *wer- (2) “to turn, bend.” Meaning “take charge of horses” is by 1897, American English. Related: Wrangledwrangling. The noun is recorded from 1540s.

The second and third of Lashy’s videos I listened to yesterday, in the fading afternoon light. The first of those was also a talk concerning Miss Attribution

*/cough… The Aztec name bestowed upon him means ‘Smoking Mirror’? …/coughs uncontrollably… Fuck Off! …/lights up… And he even quotes from the gospel of Philip… /chortles…*

*”Easy on the throat”… /puffs merrily… Sounds familiar, Clicky…*

And the words…

Holocaust (n.)

mid-13c., “sacrifice by fire, burnt offering,” from Old French holocauste (12c.), or directly from Late Latin holocaustum, from Greek holokauston “a thing wholly burnt,” neuter of holokaustos “burned whole,” from holos “whole” (from PIE root *sol- “whole, well-kept”) + kaustos, verbal adjective of kaiein “to burn” (see caustic).

Originally a Bible word for “burnt offerings,” given wider figurative sense of “massacre, destruction of a large number of persons” from 1670s. The Holocaust “Nazi genocide of European Jews in World War II,” first recorded 1957, earlier known in Hebrew as Shoah “catastrophe.” The word itself was used in English in reference to Hitler’s Jewish policies from 1942, but not as a proper name for them.

And ‘Hollow Cost’…

*And what’s the ‘hollow cost’ to virtue signalling, I wonder, Clicky? …/taps ASH…*

Of course, Dear Reader, your understanding of this shambles is wholly hinged on whether or not you listen to either or both of of the talks from Mr ‘Smoking Mirror’. Perhaps you’ll enjoy the third video which was not a talk as much as a rendition

Mythophrenia in Action

Illustration: EPI KALF is an estuary on M 31, the Andromeda Galaxy which harbors a world that mirrors life on earth. It is the doubling of the Skeena estuary in British Columbia, Canada. The mirror world on M 31 in the Syrene Limb is the cosmic site for the control group corresponding to the divine experiment with the Anthropos on earth. Life-forms on M 31 including all human doubles are superporous and magnified: the span of your hand, say, 15-20 cm or 6 to 8 inches from tip of thumb to tip of little finger — hold it out and measure it, with hand spread! — is magnified 8-9 times under the conditions on Andromeda. If you are five and a half feet tall here, you are about 45 feet tall there, and superporous like pumice.

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Your Andromedan double is a non-identical mirroring and does not resemble your actual physical form and figure here on earth. But you have the same gaze as your double, which you cannot detect in ordinary conditions of awareness due to not recognizing the operation of its returning or reflecting action: you are “blind-sided” by its power. Your gaze is reflected back to you from the mirror world in M 31. Asuramaya on M 31, “The Physics of Beauty”, Sloka Five of Translations from the Andromedan

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This passage in the Translations introduces or cues “the revelation of the method” for Gaian Tantric magic: “No mystery without apposition.” The technique of apposition is the first requirement for learning how to master and demonstrate magic power linked to the agency of the Aeonic Mother.

Orientation: http://www.metahistory.org/MYTHOPHREN…

Mastery of mythophrenia is also called mantique, the technique of self-knowledge through skills of divination. The adjective is mantic. I propose that mantique and mantic can replace the terms “spirituality” and “spiritual” which are insipid and obsolete.

*Leggy will fall sleep if he listens to that! …/drags… I know! Clicky, get a jolly Song to end… /blows smoke ring…*

It is now Christmas Eve, Dear Reader, and I started this post yesterday but got waylaid in Smoky-Drinky last night. It was lovely spending some time with my friends in the Blue universe, smoking, drinking, eating, talking and laughing together…

… Butt it’s quite long enough, so have a very Merry Christmas, Dear Reader. And have a Song…

 

Nasty Nazis and the Not-Sees

Dear Reader, I’ve decided. After a lot of thought, I’m plumping for 1st July 2007 as the date the fourth and final turning of the Millennial Saeculum probably occurred.

Regular visitors to the LoL may know that I’ve mentioned The Fourth Turning before, but if you’ve missed those posts, they can be found by…

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*/jumps… Oh hello, Clicky! Don’t sneak up on me like that… Ah, you’ve got the link. Excellent! …pats snout… I’m writing a post for any Not-Sees out there…*

*Thanks! …/inhales… Well, there’s a lot of blathering going on in politics and media right now about nasty Nazis… /exhales… Seems pretty much up for grabs…*

*Naturally, I replied… /drags…*

*/blows smoke ring… And ‘the Law‘ has been relaxed, somewhat…*

*Exactly! Michael has spoken …/cough… I’d thought I’d see if I can’t help some of them Not-Sees to maybe, I dunno… /taps ash… look past the trees for once…*

*/sharp intake of breath…*

*Well, quite! History doesn’t repeat but it does rhyme… /exhales… And if you will religiously and unquestioningly implement and apply a nasty Nazi ideal… Well, just be careful what you wish for, that’s what I say… /puffs away… Anyway, I thought I’d give it another go…*

*/sigh… Prolly… /stubs butt…*

Dear Reader, the previous fourth turning occurred in the Great Power Saeculum…

The Great Depression & World War II (Fourth Turning, 1929–1946) began suddenly with the Black Tuesday stock-market crash. After a three-year economic free fall,
the Great Depression triggered the New Deal revolution, a vast expansion of government, and hopes for a renewal of national community. After Pearl Harbor,
America planned, mobilized, and produced for war on a scale that made possible the massive D-Day invasion (in 1944). Two years later, the crisis mood eased with America’s surprisingly trouble-free demobilization.

… The parallels are there to see

*Mm… Orange is a Shining colour, Clicky…*

Fanta originated as a result of difficulties importing Coca-Cola syrup into Nazi Germany during World War II due to a trade embargo.To circumvent this, Max Keith, the head of Coca-Cola Deutschland (Coca-Cola GmbH) during the war, decided to create a new product for the German market, using only ingredients available in Germany at the time, including whey and apple pomace—the “leftovers of leftovers”, as Keith later recalled. The name was the result of a brief brainstorming session, which started with Keith’s exhorting his team to “use their imagination” (Fantasie in German), to which one of his salesmen, Joe Knipp, immediately retorted “Fanta!”

It seems to me, Dear Reader, that Tobacco Control is the ultimate propaganda leftover of stale leftovers from the original Nasty Nazis… Can you knot-see?

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*Clicky, you read my mind… /flicks lighter… You know… /chases tip… I read last night that quite a lot of Not-sees on the Left…

*…/puffs… are experiencing PTSD… ‘President Trump Stress Disorder… /sniggers… Smoke, don’t smoke? …/shrugs… Perhaps what they really need is massage…*

*Invigorating…*

Enjoy your Friday evening, Dear Reader, and… Have a Song 😉

Step Outside…

Last night, and again today, Red Universe Frank made comment about Captain Oates of the ill-fated Scott expedition to reach the South Pole, together with a clip from Stanley Kubrick’s ‘The Shining’…

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… Meanwhile Blue Universe Frank penned another fine essay on the group of people who were ordered to go outside on 1st July 2007…

*It’s certainly gonna be sometime before I venture back inside a pub, Clicky…/takes angry puff…*

Last year, I revisited ‘The Shining’, in Forwards/\Backwards mode…

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CLICK: Rubix Kubrick

*Alright, I’m getting to it, Clicky… /taps ash…*

… And this week I watched film by another great film Director, Oliver Stone

Oh course, I heard about Edward Snowden, read and posted about the whistleblower at the time he outed himself, but was especially taken with a pivotal scene in the movie. One where he decisively steps outside

GUARD 1: Hey!

SNOWDEN: Did you ever play with one of these?

GUARD 1: Yeah when I was a kid.

SNOWDEN: Yeah. You should try it. It’s hard.

GUARD 1: I can’t figure this out.

GUARD 2: I don’t know about this.

SNOWDEN: You’ve got to start with the white cross actually and then you do the corners.

GUARD 1: Ahh… Oh man look, I love these things. Hey, have a good weekend.

SNOWDEN: You too buddy.

*What does he remind you off, Clicky? …/lights up… The kid from ‘Third Rock From the Sun‘… As he’s walking out…*

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*/stubs butt… Knot the other one?*

*Yeah…*

*/shrugs… Suit yourself… /Checks time… Shit! It’s nearly time for ‘Sherlock’, Clicky… *

Due to unforeseen, technical reasons, Dear Reader, this shamble is now terminating… Many Apol! Loogies

*/rushes away…*

 

 

Eric and ‘Erbie

Dear Reader, inspired by a recent conversation with the JenEus Burger woman, in comments at the LoL last week, I thought I’d delve once more into Mother’s family remembrances of war.

This post will be about Herbert, my grandfather, and my great uncle Eric. He was born in Germany, but let’s start with some photo/images of Grandad Packer, Herbert… ‘Erbie…

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The lad Herbert Stephen James Packer ran away to fight in WW1
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Capt. Herbert S.J. Packer wearing a fez in Egypt in WW2
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Mr H.S.J. Packer Importer/Exporter until he retired
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Grandad Packer, with pipe, entertaining his grandaughter Roobee some time after 1967 and before 1977

Extract from ‘A Family History for Ruth and Julia (Gawd ‘Elp Us!)’, a.k.a. ‘The Ma Papers’ by Judith Eileen Newton (formerly Shewan, née Packer)

I do not know when or how Aunt Anne met Eric because she had been engaged before, but she met him and brought him home for tea. What a shock for Poppy Alger! He did not like strangers at the best of times, but when Eric arrived, and he turned out to be German, well for God’s sake…  Although we were not at war at that point, Poppy still remembering the First World War, and had not altered his opinion that the only good German was a dead one.

And Eric was very Germanic, he would clicked his heels when he shook your hand. There was even a strong suspicion that he was Jewish. It appeared that when Eric’s mother and father, on realising what was happening in Germany with the Black Shirts and the like, wanted to get Eric out. They sent him to England, to an aunt, when he was in his teens and she had brought him up.

He could speak English and German, of course, and was very upper crust. At this point Nanny Packer had not yet met Grandad, and I suppose that when she did meet him, Ann and Eric were the only people that knew that Grandad was already married. They set up a close friendship between them and used to go on holiday together. They were often in Switzerland and Germany.

On one trip to Germany in the thirties, they were all of them having dinner in a restaurant when the doors burst open and in marched a bunch of Black Shirts demanding everyone’s papers. They were all petrified because although Eric had changed his name from Erich Zonningfield to Eric Summerfield, and they were scared that someone would smell a rat – Eric had been speaking in German to the waiter. But, as luck would have it, the Black Shirts were only interested in checking passports; they believed the family four were all British and left them alone. However, none of them visited Germany again until after the war.

Eric joined the army and fought for the British. It was very important that he held a British passport – it would have been suicide to fight for England with a German passport. Grandad Packer said he worked in intelligence and translation, but we never did find out what exactly he did.

Anne and Eric got married in September 1939 on the day war broke out. The air raid sirens actually went off during the reception.

By this time Grandad Packer was technically too old to fight as he was born in 1903, but because he had fought in the First World War and he was an army reservist officer, they asked him to come back as they were desperate for experienced soldiers to train the new soldiers. He re-enlisted and they had him training troops and other things to do with Intelligence.

He was a very intelligent man and trying to get information from Grandad Packer was very hard; to say he was a silent man was an understatement. My biggest regret is that when he was alive I did not talk to him enough. Basically I really was not interested, but now, of course, that it is too late, I would like to know everything.

Dear Reader, I searched through the Huntley & Palmers biscuit tin containing all the photos and papers that came to me following Mother’s death last year, but could find scant information and no images of Eric in his salad days…

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Local news announcement of Anne & Eric Ruby Wedding Anniversary
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Notice of Eric’s Death
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Eric’s final resting place

Have a Song…

 

A C.R.O.N.Y… Mmm…

Dear Reader, following the death of Grandad, yesterday I had the sad duty of posting */knot-eyes* on MEROVEE of the death of U.N.C.L.E  Mr Napoleon Solo… You know, Han :D’s twinnish bro…

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Click for ‘Love Trumps Hate’

*/taps feet and whistles… Ah, butt as I was telling Leggy at the time, Click, I always fancied Illya Kuryakin...*

 

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*Wild Swans… /scratches chin… Clicky that’s another weird sync ‘cos I mentioned swans to the Texan Okie Devil, Cade, just today…*

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Click for the The Five Doctors Who Have Ties That Bind

*Yeah, the boys’ blazers are black, so the swan motif on the pocket is, essentially, a black swan, outlined in white thread…*

*Ha! Yeah, ‘cos he sent me that Song overnight and my bedwear was kinda… Soviet…*

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*/Slaps forehead… Again!? FFS, Clicky, watt is it with you and posting embarrassing photos of me? …/folds arms and taps foot sternly… I mean… Why, for Gawd’s sake? …/turns in exasperation…*

*Butt, I’m Roobee… /:O… You’re trying to tuffen me up? …/squints… Oh Doo Foxtrot Oscar!!*

Dear Reader, we interrupt this LoL post for the precise, technical reason that my bleedin’ dolphin assistant needs a clip round the ear.

Please accept the following Song */nods thanks…*

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British Home Stories

This week the BHS bubble went pop.

*Yes, Click, I was familiar with the original store having grown up in the 70s, above the glass canopied market in Brixton. But the one I knew best was on Oxford Street during the 80s.*

*Ah, I think I know what game you’re playing Clicky! Juju and I used to call it ‘Fish’* 😀

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*Eddy… /rolls eyes…*

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Extract from ‘A Family History for Ruth and Julia (Gawd ‘Elp Us!)’, a.k.a. ‘The Ma Papers’ by Judith Eileen Newton (formerly Shewan, née Packer)

I remember Mary and Tub’s son Tony because I lived with Nanny and Poppy Alger, so hardly a day went by without some child or another visiting with their children. And, remember, there were still unmarried Alger children living at home.

Grandad Packer was still in Egypt, so Nanny Packer and I lived at 4 Wilson Grove with Nanny and Poppy Alger. Uncle Jim lived there because he was not married. Auntie Clare, too, because she was not married. Auntie Winnie, who was Auntie Clare’s friend and Agnes who was another, also lodged with us. Uncle Bernard lived there before he was married, so together with assorted cats, dogs, chickens, rats and bugs, you can imagine what a nightmare it was.

I did what every self respecting Packer (as I was then) would do and that was to watch, listen and learn. Some people without soul may call this being nosy, I ,on the other hand, prefer to call it ‘interested’.

Because I lived there, looking back on it now, I can see that I was incredibly spoiled. When the other grandkids came to visit, I always felt that I had the upper hand and by God I used it. Poppy Alger might have been theirs temporarily, but I knew he was mine and I made sure they knew it, horrible bitch that I was.

Poppy was a bully. He bullied his wife, his children, and he bullied his grandchildren. Not only did he bully, he hurt, physically. He would beat his sons and some say his wife. He kept a razor strop on the kitchen door to beat them with.

It was not unknown for him to wait until everybody was assembled for dinner or tea and then upend the whole table full of food for no reason other than he had woken up bad tempered. His argument was that he had paid for it, he could do what he liked with it. They were all scared of him.

By the time the grandkids came on the scene he had somewhat mellowed. By age? Perhaps, but Jim says it was because all the boys had rebelled and had all, at one time or another, belted him one with his own strop.

However, in the true tradition of a dyed in the wool bully, Poppy Algar thought he would find his grandchildren easier prey. He tried it with me but I hit him on the head with his own poker (so to speak) and he never touched me after that.

The visiting grandchildren, on the other hand, were petrified. Whilst the women were gossiped he would torment the children. He would pinch the pads of their fingers, dig them, even put the poker in the fire till it glowed and threaten to burn them with it. When the grandkids cried he would call their mums and say, “Take your squalling kids back home to the suburbs. They’ve got no backbone.”

Nice man, huh? And believe me I have not used poetic licence – he really did those things. So the kids were not only scared of him, they were scared of me too. It felt kinda good actually.

When Tony came to visit, he was perfect fodder for Poppy Alger’s little games. Tall and skinny with glasses, Tony acted like a frightened rabbit and Poppy went to town on him. We both thought him weird. What his adolescent years were like I don’t know because Grandad Packer had returned from Egypt and we had moved into our new home.

Next thing I know, Tony is getting married to a very pretty girl called Maureen. It must have been in the 50s because I was about seven or eight when we attended the wedding. It was a big do with all the trimmings and they both lived happily ever after.

NO NO NO! What do you expect from our family?

One day, Mary came to our house in tears (watch, listen and learn). It seems that Maureen’s Mum had a big house in Brockley, and as immigration had just starting in a big way, had let out rooms to newly arrived West Indians. Anyway, during the course of visiting her mum, Maureen decided to test the sleeping accommodation (while a lodger was still in residence) and had gone and gotten herself impregnated. You can’t hide that for long; divorce ensued.

History lesson: when I was a kid there were no black faces. Then in the 50s, everybody had jobs but there were not enough people to go round, so the Government did a massive recruitment drive in the West Indies. They gave assisted passage to the UK, with guaranteed jobs in the NHS, on the buses, trains and the Underground. I had never seen a black person until I was about 10. When I did, I ran and hid because I was frightened.

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That’s enough for now, Clicky… /stretches… I’m off upstairs now. Thoughtful Man wants to watch ‘X Men: The Last Stand’ – we’re having a bit of a fest… Wanna choose the Song to end on?

 

It’s A Trap!

I was busy ironing for Thoughtful Man when he called out down the stairs, “John Nash is dead”.  “Who?” I replied distractedly; I was having a hell of time getting a crease out of his shirt for the night shift with the rank and file …

“John Nash. You know, ‘A Beautiful Mind'”. He magically appeared before me, wiggling his Apple in my face as confirmation of the news …

*No Clicky. Right actor, wrong film …*

“The bloke who invented Game Theory? I’ve seen a documentary about that …”. I started setting down Hot ‘n’ Steamy to tell him about it, when he abruptly cut me short.

“Tell me later, I’ve got to get out to work”. Two things about Thoughtful Man: he’s lived with me a long time and he really detests being late.

Anyhoo, he’s gone to work now, so I’ve asked Clicky to find the documentary for him watch it later … Ah, it is now …

*It comes in three parts? Gosh, Clicky, thank you for searching them all out … you really are boon for the LoL …*

*Strange, too … Here, have a Song …*