*Good morning, Clicky… /stretches… you feeling peckish?*
*What? …/yawns yughly… oo ont ips?*
*Aww… /pats snout… sorry, Click, butt I ain’t got no oven chips…*

*Oh! …/facepalm… John McCain is dead?*
*Clicky? …/squints…*
*Good morning, Clicky… /stretches… you feeling peckish?*
*What? …/yawns yughly… oo ont ips?*
*Aww… /pats snout… sorry, Click, butt I ain’t got no oven chips…*

*Oh! …/facepalm… John McCain is dead?*
*Clicky? …/squints…*
*Interesting choice of Song, Clicky… /pat snout… ‘Cos of what Frank wrote me last night in the Red universe? …/rolls up…*



*/puts rollie to lips… Welcome to the Jung Gal? …/flicks lighter… Don’t. You’ll make me laugh… /lights up… and that’ll make me cough… /drags… and I don’t need the wee seepage right now, thank you very much… *
*Clicky! That’s Jeremy Irons singing… /taps ash… He’s in one the the double bill of movies Cade and I watched last night… /puffs… and what this post is supposed to be about… /rolls eyes… If I ever fuckin’ get round to start writing it…*


‘In the film, Beane (Brad Pitt) and assistant GM Peter Brand (Jonah Hill), faced with the franchise’s limited budget for players, build a team of undervalued talent by taking a sophisticated sabermetric approach towards scouting and analyzing players.’
*237 eh, Clicky? …/smokes… Kinda Shining…*
‘The principal story takes place over a 24-hour period at a large Wall Street investment bank during the initial stages of the financial crisis of 2007–08.In focus are the actions taken by a group of employees during the subsequent financial collapse.’
*Sullivan… /final drag… I spent 16 years as a PA to a Construction Logistician called Sullivan… /stubs butt… He definitely had some paradigm-shifting ideas… /streams smoke…*
*No, I can’t believe I’ve never seen it before either, Clicky… /pats snout… Now be a love and get something suitable to end with…*
‘The agnostic does not simply say, “I do not know.” He goes another step, and he says, with great emphasis, that you do not know. [Robert G. Ingersoll, “Reply to Dr. Lyman Abbott,” 1890]’

*/Lights up… Fuckin’ ‘ell, Clicky, it’s twenty past four already…*

*I’d better get on with it… /drags… Shambles always take me sew much longer than I anticipate… /plumes smoke…*

*No, Clicky… /flicks ash… Of course the world can be round and flat at the same time… /drags… Nah, it’s their increasing nasty rhetoric and unfunny jokes that’s pissing me off… /snorts smoke…*
‘Listened to some more John Lamb Lash talks with RooBeeDoo yesterday, and I try and be objective when I listen, but it irritates me when he starts talking about Jews as if they were some kind of nigger or spics or something. Wait…that didn’t come out right. I hate nigger Jews haters that live in España in a spic neighborhood that has been infiltrated by eskimomos.
‘What’s that? You’ve never heard of Eskimomos?
‘Welp, recently, it occurred to me that Eskimos appear to be devoid of a racial epithet, so I came up with “eskimomo”. An eskimomo would be that one eskimo that always shits way too close to the igloo, or always picks the best seal blubber for themselves, or puts a black light outside his yurt during the summer in an attempt to simulate darkness but all it does is attract mosquitoes and grizzly bears…shit like that.
‘But yeah, the jewey jew jew shit gets really fucking old, really fucking fast.’

*I know! If I wanted to listen to that kinda crap, I’d join the Labour Party and blindly follow their messiah, Clicky… /rolls eyes… Fuck that for a game of soldiers…*

*/drag… Lashy’s why I started the ‘Selfie Sounds Like Sophie’ experiment in the first place, Clicky… /cough… He does say Sophie has a wonderful sense of humour… /thinks… ‘Not In His Image’ is starting to sounds ironic… /final drag…*

*/stubs butt… There’s an awful lot of humanity on display from the eclectic cast of characters inhabiting Discworld, Clicky… /pats snout… And it’s funny as fuck…*




*Yeah, perfect for him… /beams…*

*Alright smart arse… Ready to finish with some music?*
*Oh I watched that film last night, Clicky… /puts fag to lips… First time. I can see why it’s considered a cult classic…*
‘The English phrase rule of thumb refers to a principle with broad application that is not intended to be strictly accurate or reliable for every situation. It refers to an easily learned and easily applied procedure or standard, based on practical experience rather than theory. This usage of the phrase can be traced back to the seventeenth century.’
*LOL, Clicky… /flicks lighter… Love me a bit of Lol in a LoL post… /lights up…
‘Data from NASA’s Jet Propulsion Laboratory shows reported fireball events for which geographic locations are provided. Each event’s calculated total impact energy is indicated by its relative size and by color. The record shows a meteor traveling at 24.4 kilometers per second (54,000 mph) at 76.9 degrees north latitude, 69.0 degrees west longitude, on July 25 at 11:55 p.m, slammed into the atmosphere directly over Thule, Greenland.’
‘According to the Military Times, the meteor “struck…miles from a key U.S. early warning air base,” which is home to the 12th Space Warning Squadron based at Thule, that operates and maintains the Air Base in support of missile warning, space surveillance, and satellite command-and-control operations missions. Thule is located 1,207 km (750 miles) north of the Arctic Circle and 1,524 km (947 miles) from the North Pole on the northwest side of the island of Greenland.’
*Yeah, not only am I currently reading Lashy’s book during smoke breaks, Clicky… /drags… but on the 25th July, during the drought of ’76, a very famous image was taken… /flicks ash…*



*/drags… ‘Cos it’s the weekend innit, Clicky? …/streams smoke… “Mum’s time” as the boyz call it, when I can live in whatever fuckin’ time zone I bloody well like…*

Thule
‘region or island at northernmost part of the world, Old English, from Latin, from Greek Thyle “land six days’ sail north of Britain” (Strabo, quoting a lost portion of a work by Polybius, itself based on a lost account of a voyage to the north by 4c. B.C.E. geographer Pytheas). The identity of the place and the source of the name have sparked much speculation; Polybius doubted the whole thing, and since Roman times the name has been used in a transferred sense of “extreme limits of travel” (Ultima Thule).
‘The barbarians showed us where the sun set. For it happened in those places that the night was extremely short, lasting only two or three hours; and the sun sunk under the horizon, after a short interval reappeared at his rising. [Pytheas]’
‘The name was given to a trading post in Greenland in 1910, site of a U.S. air base in World War II.’
‘According to Hitler biographer Ian Kershaw, the organization’s “membership list … reads like a Who’s Who of early Nazi sympathizers and leading figures in Munich”, including Rudolf Hess, Alfred Rosenberg, Hans Frank, Julius Lehmann, Gottfried Feder, Dietrich Eckart, and Karl Harrer.
‘However, Nicholas Goodrick-Clarke contends that Hans Frank and Rudolf Hess had been Thule members, but other leading Nazis had only been invited to speak at Thule meetings or they were entirely unconnected with it. According to Johannes Hering, “There is no evidence that Hitler ever attended the Thule Society.”‘

*/drags.. Ease a clever fuck, Clicky… /holds smoke… ‘Rhum’ is a much better pun… /blows smoke rings… Must be ‘cos ease a pilot an’ can navigate… /flicks ash… Wouldn’t have occurred to me… /drags… *

*/snorts smoke… Yeah I saw that ‘rumba’ was ‘perhaps originally “the course of a ship,”‘ …/pats snout… Well spotted, Clicky… /final drag…*

*/stubs butt… Blimey! Heraclitus sounds a bit like Lashy in his self-taught, independent approach to feel O Sophie…*
*Amazing sync… /grins… Ta fink, Sew-fire is our planet…*
peal (n.)
‘mid-14c., “a ringing of a bell” especially as a call to church service, generally considered a shortened form of appeal (n.), with the notion of a bell that “summons” people to church (compare similar evolution in peach (v.)). Extended sense of “loud ringing of bells” is first recorded 1510s.’
*/lights up… Weren’t Diana a Roman Moon Goddess, Clicky? …/drags… An’ ‘unting… /plumes smoke…*


*/grins... I see what you did there, Clicky… /drags…*

talisman (n.)
1630s, “magical figure cut or engraved under certain observances,” from French talisman, in part via Arabic tilsam (plural tilsaman), from Byzantine Greek telesma “talisman, religious rite, payment,” earlier “consecration, ceremony,” originally in ancient Greek “completion,” from telein “perform (religious rites), pay (tax), fulfill,” from telos “end, fulfillment, completion” (see telos). The Arabic word also was borrowed into Turkish, Persian, Hindi. Related: Talismanic; talismanical.



*Another beltin’ discovery, Clicky… /taps ash… by scientists re-examining the evidence they already ‘ad…*




*/final drag… Lucy-us… /stubs butt… Ooh, I wonder if Cade fancies watching that movie tonight…*
The complete scenario can be summarized in nine episodes:
1. A singularity, the potential for a unique divine experiment, emerges in the galactic center (Pleroma);
2. Two divinities (Aeons) in the galactic core, Sophia and Thelete, configure the singularity into the Anthropos, i.e., they encode template of the human species;
3. The divinities of the cosmic center collectively project the Anthropos into the galactic limbs where it can emerge and evolve experimentally in many worlds;
4. Fascinated by the possibilities of the human experiment, and compelled by a desire to be involved in it, the Aeon Sophia plunges from the galactic center;
5. Sophia’s solitary and anomalous act (“the fall of the wisdom goddess”) sets off a bizarre side-effect on elementary matter in the galactic limbs, producing the Archons, an inorganic species with a hive mentality that proceeds to construct a planetary system under the direction of a reptilian overlord, Ialdabaoth;
6. As the densification of Sophia’s energies assumes a globular, planet-like form, eventually to become the earth, a newborn sun (the Mother Star) emerges from a nebular cloud in the spiral arms and churns the chaos of the proto-planetary disk into a system of centralized orbits. The terrestrial globe becomes captured in this system of celestial mechanics. The Mother Star affects a “structural coupling” with the unique planet arising from Sophia’s metamorphosis of Sophia, so that the two bodies, sun and earth, will be symbiotic;
7. Sophia, originally a mass-free current of living luminosity, gradually solidifies into the earth, morphing into the elements of terrestrial habitat. In a final definitive condensation of Sophia’s energies, the terrestrial globe secretes the moon like a massive pearl, thus completing the three-body system, earth-sun-moon with special properties distinct from the rest of the solar system;
8. Observing that Sophia cannot manage the prodigious explosion of biological diversity she produces, the divinities of the galactic center send the Aeon Christos to configure and coordinate the instinctual life-plans of her progeny. This is the Christic intercession;
9. With the full metamorphosis of Sophia into Gaia, the living earth, humanity emerges as a unique part of her experiment but without knowing how it is so. Thus, the “mistake” of overriding cosmic boundaries leaves Sophia in a dilemma regarding how to achieve her “correction,” that is, the coordination or harmonization of her experiment in the galactic limbs with its origin in the galactic center.’
*Yeah, you’re probably right, Clicky…*

*Ha! The emergency number ends on “free”, Clicky …/lights up…*
“Greetings, again. And once again, to each and all, whoever cares and dares to listen, and whoever WONDERS if you may have some role to PLAY in the great design of things. The great design of things that can only be revealed to you, accurately and adequately from the Gnostic point of view.”
John Lamb Lash, ‘Proof of the Charlotte Working: White Goddess Power is Lethal‘
*Back then I’d never even ‘erd of synchronicity, Clicky… /drags… Let alone the Fallen Goddess Scenario… /plumes smoke…*
*What a fucking entrance! Mrs Reign’s bonded skyfall arrival was a hoot an’ a half!*



*Danny Boyle’s an ardent Remainer? …/flicks ash… I wonder if he finks Brexit will lead to pan-demon-ium, Clicky? …/deep drag…*


*/thinks and smokes… To be fair, Clicky, the Closing Ceremony could ‘ave been directed by Ed Wood…*




*Yes, I did tell him having boils felt kinda ‘skanky’, Clicky… /final drag…*


*/stubs butt… What a fabulous movie that is, Clicky! Very yellow… /taps teeth…*
*/squints… Yeah the IOC won’t let that play, Clicky…*


*/lights up…Had to be a 137 in there sumwear eh, Clicky?*
Hospital (n.1)
‘mid-13c., “shelter for the needy,” from Old French hospital, ospital “hostel, shelter, lodging” (Modern French hôpital), from Late Latin hospitale “guest-house, inn,” noun use of neuter of Latin adjective hospitalis “of a guest or host” (as a noun, “a guest; the duties of hospitality”), from hospes (genitive hospitis) “guest; host;” see host (n.1).
‘The sense of “charitable institution to house and maintain the needy” in English is from early 15c.; meaning “institution for sick or wounded people” is first recorded 1540s. The same word, contracted, is hostel and hotel. The sense shift in Latin from duties to buildings might have been via the common term cubiculum hospitalis “guest-chamber.” The Latin adjective use continued in Old French, where ospital also could mean “hospitable” and ospitalite could mean “hospital.”‘


*There’s ALWAYS a shining silver lining, Clicky… /drags…*
host (n.1)
‘”person who receives guests,” especially for pay, late 13c., from Old French oste, hoste “guest, host, hostess, landlord” (12c., Modern French hôte), from Latin hospitem (nominative hospes) “guest, stranger, sojourner, visitor (hence also ‘foreigner’),” also “host; one bound by ties of hospitality.”
‘This appears to be from PIE *ghos-pot-, a compound meaning “guest-master” (compare Old Church Slavonic gospodi “lord, master,” literally “lord of strangers”), from the roots *ghos-ti- “stranger, guest, host” and *poti- “powerful; lord.” The etymological notion is of someone “with whom one has reciprocal duties of hospitality” [Watkins]. The biological sense of “animal or plant having a parasite” is from 1857.’

*Knot that LA Tower, Clicky… /flicks ash… Local Authority…*

*And at the start of this week, Clicky, no fucking drinking water either! …/slurps back cold drink… Honestly…*
*ghos-ti-
‘Proto-Indo-European root meaning “stranger, guest, host,” properly “someone with whom one has reciprocal duties of hospitality,” representing “a mutual exchange relationship highly important to ancient Indo-European society” [Watkins]. But as strangers are potential enemies as well as guests, the word has a forked path.
The word ghos-ti- was thus the central expression of the guest-host relationship, a mutual exchange relationship highly important to ancient Indo-European society. A guest-friendship was a bond of trust between two people that was accompanied by ritualized gift-giving and created an obligation of mutual hospitality and friendship that, once established, could continue in perpetuity and be renewed years later by the same parties or their descendants. [Calvert Watkins, “American Heritage Dictionary of Indo-European Roots”]
‘It forms all or part of: Euxine; guest; hospice; hospitable; hospital; hospitality; hospodar; host (n.1) “person who receives guests;” host (n.2) “multitude;” hostage; hostel; hostile; hostility; hostler; hotel; Xenia; xeno-; xenon.
‘It is the hypothetical source of/evidence for its existence is provided by: Greek xenos “guest, host, stranger;” Latin hostis, in earlier use “a stranger,” in classical use “an enemy,” hospes “host;” Old Church Slavonic gosti “guest, friend,” gospodi “lord, master;” Old English gæst, “chance comer, a stranger.”‘

*/final drag… I’ve already listened to ’em… /plumes smoke… So un-fuckin’-believably syncy, Clicky…
*poti-
‘Proto-Indo-European root meaning “powerful; lord.”
‘It forms all or part of: bashaw; compos mentis; despot; hospodar; host (n.1) “person who receives guests;” idempotent; impotent; omnipotent; pasha; plenipotentiary; posse; possess; possible; potence; potency; potent; potentate; potential; potentiate; potentiometer; power; totipotent.
‘It is the hypothetical source of/evidence for its existence is provided by: Sanskrit patih “master, husband;” Greek posis, Lithuanian patis “husband;” Latin potis “powerful, able, capable; possible.”‘
*/stubs butt… Ooh, butt I am feelin’ a bit sore now, Clicky… /gingerly stretches… get us a Song to end on luvvie…*

*Heh! Danny Boils… /pats snout…*
*A shambles is a magical tool… /lights up... as well a meat market, Clicky…/plumes smoke… Excellent Song choice btw… /drags… Works on so many levels…*

*Eww… I’m I the only fucking person that finks he’s the spit of Peter Mandelson? … /flicks ash…*

*Alright, I’ll get on with it, Clicky… /rubs face… Cor, you got sum fins on ya luv…*
‘Adrian Cronauer, who served as inspiration for Robin Williams’ breakout character in the 1987 film Good Morning, Vietnam, has died in Virginia aged 79.
‘Like his eponymous character, Cronauer was a radio presenter in Saigon in 1965 and 1966 known best for his enthusiastic early morning greeting and penchant for playing rock’n’roll tunes to raise American troops’ morale during the Vietnam War.’







*Lovestruck… /puffs… Kudos for the baseball striking bat clip, Clicky…*
*Huh, he gets struck with a baseball bat at the end of the clip… /blows… You know, Clicky, Jeff Bridges plays a DJ in that film?*

*/clears throat… And sum funderstruck at the end of that clip…*


*/final drag… Okay that’s enough, Clicky! …/stubs butt…*
*Aye. Big beast Boris went on Monday, Clicky… /lights up… an’ that bell-end Cunt caught ‘is big job…/drags… dunno how long he’ll ‘ave that for…*
*Oh yes, this is a deep purple post, Clicky… /puffs…*
*/blows… an’ yellow…*
*TNT is from Norn Iron, Clicky… /flicks ash… but yeah, green…*




“Never was so much owed by so many to so few.“
Prime Monster ‘Winnie’ Winston Churchill, 20081940



‘Immortalised in Churchill’s often quoted assertion that never before “”was so much owed by so many to so few””, the top-down narrative of the Battle of Britain has been firmly established in British legend. Britain was saved from German invasion by the gallant band of Fighter Command Pilots in their Spitfires and Hurricanes, and the public owed them their freedom. Richard North’s radical re-evaluation of the Battle of Britain dismantles this mythical retelling of events. Taking a wider perspective than the much-discussed air war, North takes a fresh look at the conflict as a whole to show that the civilian experience, far from being separate and distinct, was integral to the Battle. This recovery of the people’s stolen history demonstrates that Hitler’s aim was not the military conquest of England, and that his unattained target was the hearts and minds of British people.’


*/final drag… Purple and yellow UKIP had a wolf, Clicky… /plumes smoke… Shame they dropped the smoker-friendly policy for the last election… /stubs butt…*


*/drops jaw… Wot? That Remoaner nob’s the Scottish police fed vice chair? …/whistles…*
*Shit! Wot’s the time? …/clocks wrist… Fuck! Free Lions are already playing Crow Asia…*
*Oh fanks, Clicky… /puts fag to lips… Alex Robinson ‘as a post up abaht whyt? …/flicks lighter… Well, the play’s the fing, innit? … /lights up… Wot Song did ‘we’ chews to tweet ‘er link aht wiv? …/drags… From the Yt Stripes’ White Blood Cells album? Clever fucka…*

*Oi! I didn’t mean literally! …/coughs… Watch wot ya dooing wiv ya snout…*
*/flicks ash… Good movie, Clicky… /drags… ‘ope they do anovva…*
*Good idea, Clicky… /blows smoke rings…*

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Roob selfie DMing with Legs
*/stubs butt… Blimey! Furteen of ’em, Clicky, trapped in the darkness…*