So I was fucking about on the internet yesterday evening, playing games, listening to music and chatting with friends when I noticed that John Lamb Lash had posted another of his Mythophrenia in Action talks…
*/shakes lighter… Clicky… /flicks lighter… you’re gonna have make my Yew-Tube history screenshot bigger… /lights up…*
It’s primary topic is the Diamond Sow and those that eschew pigs and pork…
Right at the start, just before hitting the 2 minute mark, Lashy gives an example of a totem animal that could be considered taboo to eat by a tribal shaman…
‘She wears the five-skull crown, a necklace of skulls, and she drinks blood from a skull-cup. The act of blood-drinking performed by the Tantric tutelary goddesses cannot be confounded with the vampiric blood-drinking ritual of the Xenosh — perpetrated literally in JRM and celebrated symbolically in the Catholic Mass.
‘In the imagery of Gaian Tantra, drinking blood from a skull-cup refers to the action of chemical osmosis across the blood-brain barrier, which is the condition for absorption of dakini elixirs, or wisdom elixirs: instruction that runs on neurochemical pathways.
‘Mastery of mythophrenia is also called mantique, the technique of self-knowledge through divination. The adjective is mantic. I propose that mantique and mantic can replace the terms “spirituality” and “spiritual” which are insipid and obsolete.
*/looks at fingers… Mine ain’t that bad, Clicky… /stubs butt… The amber stain… /throaty chuckle…*
*That’s an idea! Perhaps women should try doing that in Sweden, Clicky …/lights up…*
I have been pleasantly surprised three times in the last two days, Dear Reader. Whilst I was writing the last ‘On The Lash’ post, I was seriously considering adding in something about Aikido. Lashy seemed a bit agitated and I was wondering if he’d heard of it…
*Ye oldy email to Legs, Clicky… /lights up… Shame my Sync Miss For Him shamble is now gone… /drags… but the MEROVEE comet is still alive…*
As a person who is accused of causing harm by a group that does nothing BUTcause it, all whilst wrapping themselves in the cloak of ‘harm reduction’, I’m just not prepared to demean myself by stooping to their level, becoming just like them…
Aikido (Japanese: 合気道Hepburn: aikidō) [aikiꜜdoː] is a modernJapanese martial art developed by Morihei Ueshiba as a synthesis of his martial studies, philosophy, and religious beliefs. Aikido is often translated as “the way of unifying (with) life energy” or as “the way of harmonious spirit”.
Ueshiba’s goal was to create an art that practitioners could use to defend themselves while also protecting their attacker from injury.
The Ki to harm reduction…
Well, Dear Reader, you could have knocked me down with a feather as I listened to the next John Lamb Lash talk, posted on Christmas Eve night, when he brought up the subject of Aikido!
‘Likewise, you can think of apposition as a technique of psychological warfare, like Aikido. It’s very similar to Aikido. The Aikido Master, who I had the opportunity to meet when I was in Japan… In Aikido, the Master uses the incoming force of the opponent to overcome the opponent. In a skillful way it’s a method of apposition, it’s not a method of direct body contact, direct opposition.
‘So Aikido uses the force of the attack to overcome the attacker. I’m showing you how to use the force of the attack on the Romay and Sophia coming from the Xenosh, to overcome and demolish the Xenosh.’
*Yeah… /taps ash… Lashy includes a hammer in there but I’m reminded of what my martial arts practicing osteopath told me when he fixed up my frozen shoulder that time, Clicky… /drags… I asked him about aikido and helping the opponent to the floor, and he replied, “The floor? The floor is fucking hard.” …Nice man, fixed me up a treat…*
The second pleasant surprise was to read the Christmas post at Twilight Language and find it linked to one of my Kubrick posts! I told Thoughtful Man that he’d seen the blog owner, Loren Coleman, on the telly…
*Yeah, I don’t think he believed me, Clicky… /final drag… Or he was too busy cooking dinner… /stubs butt…*
Pleasant surprise number three then, Dear Reader, was last night’s Christmas Doctor Who episode…
*/chortles… Feminists must of been fuming that the first thing the first female Doctor does is blow up the Tardis and then fall out of it… /lights up…*
Enjoy the rest of Boxing Day, Dear Reader… And have a Song ❤
There was some shit that I just read on Twitter, under a certain hashtag, and there was a something under that certain hashtag’s Twitter results about “useful idiots”. Like, who gets to determine who is an idiot, and when/how they can be useful.
Big on tools are ya?
Use em’ up, get a new one?
Whatever is handy and/or available…
anything and everything is a tool.
^Nine Inch Nails vs. The Beatles – Come “Closer” Together^
Again with the Archons. Lemme tell you how I read this Archon bullshit…
“Kicked…Out”
Simple. Kicked…the FUCK…out. “But who is kicking who?”…you might ask? Welp, if someone lays the groundwork for a bright and glorious future…
Q: Who is being omitted?
A: Yeah...THE PEOPLE THAT ACTUALLY LIVE THERE...THAT'S WHO!!!
You create all of these rigid walls, and expect the occupants to be happy? Well, I got a question for ya…
Q: Which side of the wall do you live on?
A: Past --->? | ? <--- Future
Still confused as to what I am talking about? The Archons were Greek? All kinds of arches, and arcs, and sparks, and tension(s) and friction(s) and shit flying everywhere out of Greece. But I get the feeling, that these types of infrastructures were meant and/or intended for self-rule. Have we lost that? Or was it taken? The infrastructure will always be there. We do with it whatever we do.
Something about serving two masters?
^Terrible Lie^
The future…kicked out of living their own lives, because of their having to carry around bullshit built by the past.
‘Thou shewest loving kindness unto thousands, and recompensest the iniquity of the fathers into the bosom of their children after them: the Great, the Mighty God, the Lord of hosts, is his name,’
Jeremiah 32:18 (King James Version)
‘You show unfailing love to thousands, but you also bring the consequences of one generation’s sin upon the next. You are the great and powerful God, the Lord of Heaven’s Armies.’
Jeremiah 32:18 (New Living Translation)
‘You show love to thousands but bring the punishment for the parents’ sins into the laps of their children after them. Great and mighty God, whose name is the Lord Almighty,’
Jeremiah 32:18 (New International Version)
‘You show love to thousands but bring the punishment for the parents’ sins into the laps of their children after them. Great and mighty God, whose name is the Lord Almighty,’
Jeremiah 32:18 (New International Version – UK)
Them Limeys love their independence don’t they? 😛
^Moby, Go – 1991^
Dunno bout choo, but requiring someone you don’t even know to face something just because you yourself had to face it? Sounds…erm…short sighted. I don’t always and forever want someone else seeing for me. You’ve no idea what I’m going to face in my life, nor do I know what you will face in yours.
The Founders addressed what they could, and left the rest to us to figure out. People living in 1776 couldn’t relate to “Steam Engine Locomotive Regulations” any more than we can in 2017. I guess if you wanted to get clever, and change that to “Steam Engine Regulations”, or even “Steam Regulations”, we could all of a sudden start relating in all kinds of ways. From water regulations, to stove top cookware regulations, to electrical power generation regulations, to interstate transport regulations, and beyond. Afterall, transporting something, is transporting something…right? Doesn’t matter what it is.
lolz...doesn't "matter" what it is...lolz
^Andy C – Haunting^
How are you being? How has your being been being? Everything been being the goodest best that it can be? Good. Real good. Double-Plus Good.
I have a rash on my brain, but I can’t see it. I know it’s there tho. A drank a coupla tubes of Cortisone rash cream. I should be OK in a day or so. Prolly an STD. Can you get an STD from thinking about sex? What if I am thinking about having sex, and the person that I am thinking about doesn’t actually have an STD? Moreover, what if I don’t think about anyone specific when I jerk off? That line of thinking is getting more and more vague…so Imma go jerk-off real quick. BRB.
I'm back.
WHEW!!! I feel refreshed.
^Nine Inch Nails – That’s What I Get^
Based on some reading, I get the feeling that another angle that is being played here and there, is this angle of “you spy on me, I’m gonna spy on you.” Perhaps even lines of “you tell on me, I tell on you.” Maybe even lines of “if I go down, I’m not going down alone.”
Any and/or all of those?
Yeesh. What in the FUCK is going on in your life that not only are you in constant danger of being destroyed, you’ve got to further devise plans to destroy anyone and everyone who tries to destroy you? Lots of destroying being planned and participated in going on in those lines of thinking.
Again…yeesh. Sounds like some envy might be at the base of those lines of thinking, but that’s just me. Yeah, envy. Envy starts you off wanting what others have and how to get it, and you wind up envying your own task. You’ll do anything and everything to ensure it’s completion.
Q: Now what?
A: /me shrugs
Don’t ask me…I just work here.
^The XX – Intro HQ^
Endure it. That’s the only thing I personally know to do. Take it all into The Gingerbread House of Horrors, put it into the storage maze and/or drag it into the workshop, and see if it can be used somehow for something destined the toolbox. It can then sit in the toolbox when/if/until needed.
/me shrugs
^Soulwax – ‘Is It Always Binary’ (Official Video)^
When I was a kid, there was a preacher who once said
“I figure that we’ve all a box of blessings that God has set aside for each of us, and those blessings are gifted to us throughout our lives when we do what we are supposed to, when we are supposed to, how we are supposed to. When I get to Heaven, I want that box of blessings to be empty.”
Welp, that’s quite a charming notion. However, I figure irrespective of the existence/non-existence of God/gods, every breath that I take is a blessing. I don’t give a fuck if God/gods exist or not. I figure if the motherfuckers want me to know they exist, they’ll let me know. Not sure what good that is going to do me, nor anyone else, but maybe they’d fill me in with that information too.
No idea.
Anyway, thinking about what that preacher said, I understand the analogy, and the example(s) the preacher related make sense to me. It’s a nice thought. But it also seems to burden one of us more than the other, and I don’t mean me. I pretty happy with having a life. I’ve no idea where it came from, but I’ve got it. Everything else is gravy.
^Alison – Slowdive cover^
!!!!!!! IT’S CHRISTMAS EVE MOTHERFUCKERS !!!!!!!
Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays
^NONONO – Pumpin Blood (Official Video)^
If I “fit in” somewhere…doesn’t that mean that I also now “fit out” of where I am currently? Or are we accumulating and amassing here? I’m told that I don’t need to know the specifics of how an intercontinental ballistic missile works, but how they work interests me. Nevermind that I’m surrounded by the motherfuckers. Doesn’t matter how close they are to me currently, because they can be a helluva lot closer in about 30 minutes.
That said, is it really any wonder that North Korea wants their own nuclear weapons? That they want to be able to guide and determine their own futures? Isn’t that what everyone else wants? I see a lot of bitching about North Korea getting their own nukes, but I sure as shit don’t see any of the currently nuclear armed nations reducing their own stockpiles. Not only that, they are increasing them. North Korea is a fucking BOON for the arms industry, which means they are a boon for government(s) and business(es) worldwide.
Something about serving(s). Something about master(s). Two of them. Or more?
I dunno.
I’m illiterate and/or functionally illiterate.
^Front 242 – Matrix Megahertz^
US Presidents are famous for talking about strength and power, but so is every other “world leader” and so do “world leaders” of all kinds. You really think that the CEO of some huge corporation is going to give press releases about “how weak and vulnerable” their company is? Do you walk around your life letting everyone know how weak and vulnerable you are? Or are you armed to the teeth with weapons and training, wound like a coil-spring just looking for a place to go off?
There was a documentary I watched sometime back about the history of The UK and it’s efforts to obtain nuclear weapons back in the 1940’s and 1950’s, and the narrator made one of the most curious observations/statements that I’ve ever heard in a documentary. The narrator was talking about the politics involved in the decision making in a post-WWII Britain that decided to create and fund the programs to obtain their own nuclear arsenal, and the narrator commented something to the effect of
“these decisions to go forward and create Britain’s own independent nuclear weapons program secured Britain’s place at the top table on the world stage”
…or something like that. “Top Table” is what really stuck out in my mind. Top…table.
Top Table
Tabletop
Tic Tac
Tactic
^Run The Jewels – Call Ticketron (Official Music Video)^
I guess that whoever wrote that narration is quite confident that people aren’t fond of scraps. When you do get fond of and/or used to scraps, and someone cuts that off?
Isn’t that where we live tho? A world of scraps? I mean…you found that Uranium…right? The place where you build your labs and construction facilities…you found those places…right? All the people involved…you found them too?
Q: What found you?
A: ... !!! ...
Is that what destiny is? Are you scraps to be found by destiny? Maybe that’s how we find our destiny/destinies…by destiny finding us first.
^SWIMM – Man’s Man (Official Video)^
I’m not running out of things to say…I’m running into things to say.
Now all I gotta do...is say them.
I wonder if I’ll ponder what I should say, and what I shouldn’t?
I wonder if I’ll ponder how to say it, or how not to say it?
When?
^Pink Floyd – Time (one man cover)^
If we lose our ability to communicate, I wonder if anyone will be willing to communicate for us?
What will we say now that we wouldn’t say when we had the ability to say it ourselves, but cannot say now?
You want someone else to speak/communicate for you? It appears that there is no shortage of others willing to do just that. I guess they themselves have nothing to say, and loads of people to not say it to.
I dunno…
maybe I’m wrong.
Lot’s to think about there.
Happy Holidays
❤
Travel Well
❤
Be Safe
❤
^There Is A Light That Never Goes Out – The Smiths cover^
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: Rumbled; rumbling.
I have to say, that first talk was uncomfortable listening. So I talked to Cade about it…
*/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. David Davis Chesterfield
I gotta say, they kinda fucked up there, if stopping Bolshevik Zenosh taking over Europe was the Nazis’ sole ‘good’ intention…
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: Wrangled; wrangling. 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.
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.
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
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.
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 Blueuniverse, 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…
For the last three days, Monday to Wednesday, John Lamb Lash has put out a new talk a day…
Sew… seeing as I’ve now written quite a number of posts about Sophia’s Correction recently, Dear Reader, I thought I’d preface the titles of future Lashy inspired posts, starting with this one…
*/reaches for fags… Well, Icarus did also fall, Clicky… /shakes lighter… but I believe that was under entirely different circumstances… /lights up…*
MONDAY
Let’s start with a selfie taken in the red universe of MEROVEE…
*/drags… That gnosticism image has a sort of fishy tail to it…*
The Turing test, developed by Alan Turing in 1950, is a test of a machine’s ability to exhibit intelligent behavior equivalent to, or indistinguishable from, that of a human.
The twist on the Turing test is that it is we that are being tested, for our ability to exhibit intelligent behaviour toward this AI scam, and whether we’ll swallow the official narrative unquestioningly…
TUESDAY
Another selfie but this includes Cade, as I told him that another Lashy talk was up, and that I’d specifically asked Leggy to have a listen…
*/puffs… Leggy has written loads about The Righteous, Clicky… /blows smoke rings… and Goetia…*
I was not expecting Leggy to write a post about it!
Racial Superiority
It doesn’t exist.
It’s a meme. An ancient one, started by one tribe in the Middle East – not Islam, not even Judaism. Way before them.
It’s a meme that caused a change from the old Pagan religions to new, highly organised religious structures. It wasn’t created by those religions. It created them.
Some years back I wrote a little thing about the origins of government and control of the people. Where one becomes leader, then a group takes control, and they consider themselves superior to the other members of the tribe. That’s still going on.
*And Cade also mentioned Lashy’s talks in his latest blog post, Clicky… /final drag…*
*My diagram depicting the long way round…/stubs butt… Last thing I sent him that night…*
WEDNESDAY
“Did you hear about Uber?” Thoughtful Man asked me when he got home from work. He’s been out working the mean streets of Southend all day, making sure Christmas shoppers and celebrators got home safe and sound.
I’d read something about Uber online earlier. “The EU has finally ruled that Uber is a transportation company and will be dealt with as such. That?” I replied dishing him up his evening dinner.
“No,” Thoughtful Man said scrolling through the news feed on his phone. “An Uber driver confessed to killing that woman in Lebanon.”
“The murdered British diplomat found on the side of a road?”
Thoughtful Man had found the article and handed me his phone. “Yes. An Uber driver did it and the Lebanese government is advising everyone in the country not to use them; they ain’t safe.”
“Well we know that,” I said handing his phone back to him. “That whole company is built on deceit and debt. Weird though…” I trailed off and busied myself refilling his glass.
“What’s is? Thoughtful Man asked between spoonfuls of saucy ravioli. He stopped eating and squinted at me. “What’s weird?”
“Nothing really,” I replied demurely. “Only I finished listening to a talk about the word uber just before you got home.”
*The really spooky thing though, Clicky, is their faces… /lights up… Those girls lined up on the video image… /deep drag… They look exactly like people I work with now… /exhales … The same features… /taps ash… and not just women…*
Dear Reader, the previous Fourth Turning and the current one have one thing in common. I wonder what a comparative mythologist, like John Lamb Lash would make of this…
And First Mother’s husband called the first plant Skarmunal, corn, and the second plant utarmur-wayeh, tobacco.
“Remember,” he told the people, “and take good care of First Mother’s flesh, because it is her goodness become substance. Take good of her breath, because it is her love turned into smoke. Remember her and think of her whenever you eat, whenever you smoke this sacred plant, because she has given her life so that you might live. Yet she is not dead, she lives: in undying love she renews herself again and again.”
Red Frank over at MEROVEE put up a new post last night, that touched on things I covered from the last John Lamb Lash talk two weeks ago. Namely AI, D Waves and Quantum Computing. He was inspired, no doubt, by the breathless news yesterday from NASA that Google AI had been instrumental in the discovery of a new planet circling a distant star…
I DMed Cade on Twitter, as I thought the post might interest him. I was a little surprised at the reply he gave…
‘Beta waves were discovered and named by the German psychiatrist Hans Berger, who invented electroencephalography (EEG) in 1924, as a method of recording electrical brain activity from the human scalp. Berger termed the larger amplitude, slower frequency waves that appeared over the posterior scalpwhen the subject’s eyes were closed alpha waves. The smaller amplitude, faster frequency waves that replaced alpha waves when the subject opened his or her eyes were then termed beta waves.’
If you’ve looked at the Red Frank’s post, Dear Reader, you will see he brings up not only the ‘Observer Effect’ but also Stanley Kubrick. The wiki write-up on Beta Waves did the same for me. Observe…
*Saved by the “Mandy situation”, Clicky? Interesting…*
Indeed I was thinking about Cade’s ‘Cosmic Corridors’ from the evening before, and travelling from/to points A (alpha) and B (beta)…
Old English feower “four; four times,” from Proto-Germanic *fedwor- (source also of Old Saxon fiuwar, Old Frisian fiower, fiuwer, Frankish *fitter-, Dutch vier, Old High German fior, German vier, Old Norse fjorir, Danish fire, Swedish fyra, Gothic fidwor “four”), from PIE root *kwetwer- “four.” The phonetic evolution of the Germanic forms has not been fully explained; Watkins explains the -f- as being from the following number (Modern English five).
To be on all fours is from 1719; earlier on all four (14c.). Four-letter word as a euphemism for one of the short words generally regarded as offensive or objectionable is attested from 1923; four-letter manis recorded from 1920 (apparently as a euphemism for a shit). Compare Latin homo trium litterarum, literally “three-letter man,” a euphemism for fur “a thief.” A four-in-hand (1793) was a carriage drawn by four horses driven by one person; in the sense of “loosely tied necktie” it is attested from 1892. To study The History of the Four Kings (1760, compare French Livres des Quatre Rois) contains an old euphemistic slang phrase for “a pack of cards,” from the time when card-playing was considered a wicked pastime for students. Slang 4-1-1 “essential information” (by 1993) is from the telephone number called to get customer information. The four-color problem so called from 1879. The four-minute mile was attained 1954.
Dear Reader, now we have for you the last course of the evening. We hope you’ve enjoyed Cade à la carte. Word of warning: there will be something cheesy at the end. Enjoy!
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The other day, whatshername bought what is potentially the stinkiest and most foul smelling Christmas candle ever made. I’ve been nauseated and throwing up ever since I first smelled it. Of course, all of the stress of the past coupla weeks may also have played a role. Not to mention that my foot and leg cramps have been quite wicked over the past few weeks. But yeah…that candle she bought? Holy FUCK does it stink! Smells like some unGodly cross between pine a scented cleaner/disinfectant and modeling glue.
^beauty is the enemy^
While looking for pictures, I stumbled onto the above, and wondered what they were modeling. Luckily for me, Google Images provides a link to the source.
I wonder as to the things that are found when tinkering at these levels, and these things came to be where they are so as to be discovered by those individuals that discover them? Lots to think about there.
^Animal Collective – My Girls (2009)^
LegIron made a rather awesome and awesomely interesting post yesterday.
That’s what set me to writing in the first place. I spared the comments section of his blog the majority of my verbal wrath, and saved it for RooBeeDoo’s blog. 😛
^Animal Collective – Golden Gal^
So in addition to LegIron’s blabbering, which in-turn inspired mine, someone posted a link to some Google Search results that got me to thinking about some stuff I’ve seen about what is going on in Africa. Much like Asia, Africa is also kinda “The West’s dumping grounds” with respect to not giving a flying fuck what is going on there. That said, I cruised some of the search results and came upon some interesting reading for anyone who might choose to read further.
Do you care? Are the tiny bits of this from here, and the tiny bits from there important? I mean, we’re talking about finite bits of certain things in electronics…right? You yourself have little to no impact. Not to mention that we gotta keep the economy going…
right?
How many TV’s do you own?
How many computers do you own?
How many cellphones do you own?
How many houses are on your street?
How many streets in your neighborhood?
How many neighborhoods in your town?
Yep...shit gets exponential...quick.
I mean…you don’t think they sell sand by the grain do you?
^Black Sun Empire & Audio – Drizzle^
But what the Google Search results link really made me think of, was Tantalum.
I saw a documentary sometime back that showed people walking for miles carrying this stuff to the border of a neighboring country, because it was illegal to export Tantalum from their own country. The country in which the Tantalum was sold, would then sell/export to France, who then sold it elsewhere. I can’t find the actual documentary I saw, but I found one that is equally disturbing, and both extremely uplifting and heartbreaking. Lot more to lots of this bullshit than just only minerals and money.
^Congo, My Precious. The Curse of the coltan mines in Congo^
I’m currently only 22 minutes in to the above video. And with all of the crap that I’ve seen in the above video thus far, one of the most horrifying is @ 22:14 where the narrator mentions that he started to work for MONUSCO.
Being an American, I know that there are schools of thought that sometimes believe that letting European nations flounder in their own messes is the correct course. But there is an underlying creepiness to some of these lines of thinking. As in, let the Europeans rot, then we can swoop in and take over where they failed. Who are we forgetting?
^Starsailor – Four To The Floor (Thin White Duke Mix)^
Q: Where is The UN located?
A: New York, New York, USA.
That’s weird. How can “United Nations”, plural, be centrally located? Not to mention, that if The United Nations is headquartered in New York? I think they’ve been stepping out.
^Joe Jackson – Steppin’ Out Lyrics^
Steppin’ out…branching out…whatevz. Gotta distribute those peace branches equally I guess.
If you want to get creative and/or clever, there are all kinds of ways of getting what you want. That can sometimes include letting someone else get what they want. Feel free to bend and twist that one six ways from Sunday if you so choose. Just maybe keep Pandora in mind here and there.
^Pink Floyd – Another Brick In The Wall (Vintage Culture Remix)^
If we humans can learn to do things from great distances both far and near, why is it such a stretch to think that other beings can do the same? Or is it because there is no proof that other beings exist? Maybe there’s a reason for that. We’ve gotten pretty high on ourselves. I can see there being the potential for conflict if one party or another is forced to start having to explain themselves. Things could get ugly.
^In-Grid – Tu Es Foutu (Hi Quality)^
Guess what? It’s now currently 11:30 in the morning on December 12th of 2017…and it would appear that I am now officially a published author!!!
Yes, Anthology IV: ‘The Good, The Bad and Santa’ is now available to buy, Dear Reader…
*Interesting that the name of the restaurant I went to for Christmas lunch today, Clicky, is the name of a character in Cade’s story!*
And now for the cheese… As promised, from the Afterword of Vol. IV, corrupted lyrics this time. Festive one c/o Mssrs. Wells and Tormé… ‘The Fuckwits Song’… Enjoy!
Snowflakes melting at the tweets Trump fires
Putin laughing down his nose
“Russian hack!” sings the media choir
Addressing all folks like they’re Joe Schmoes
Everybody knows Kim Jong Un has some missiles too
Wants to set the world alight
Won’t be happy ‘til Japan is aglow
How do the Nips sleep at night
We all know that Brexit’s on its way
Except Remainers who still deny they’ve had their day
And every mother’s child has a new gender to try
We’ll see how that turns out by the by
And so I wonder about this coming year
Asking everyone I knew
I heard it said many times, many fear
2018 will be shit too
And so I wonder about this coming year
Asking everyone I knew
I heard it said many times, many fear
2018 will be shit too, 2018 will be shit too.
*Clicky! I asked you to sort these missive posts for me ‘cos I’m feeling as fat as fuck after today’s Christmas lunch blowout… No need to be so aggressive…*
“association between organisms in which one is carried on the body of another but is not a parasite,” 1914, from French phorésie (1896), from Greek phoresis “being carried,” from pherein “to carry,” from PIE root *bher- (1) “to carry,” also “to bear children.”
*I feel like I ate the motherlode earlier… /rubs extended tummy… I shouldn’t have ordered two pies…*
*You’re telling me! …/shakes… head… slowly…*
The second course of Cade’s latest massive missive, Dear Reader, is ready to be served… Enjoy!
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I can't remember what I was gonna put here.
^Post Malone – rockstar ft. 21 Savage^
What are you gonna do once everything is purified? Live happily ever after? Just thinking that if you can’t do that here and now, you sure as shit ain’t gonna be able to do it there. Whatever happens, you gotta jump on board, and you gotta do it quickly. Almost like a game of hot-potato, except you are playing the game with a snowball. It can, and will, melt. Gotta get it while it has legs, and pass it on quickly. Make your mark on it, and pass it off.
I mean...on.
^Alvvays – Dreams Tonite [Official Video]^
I was thinking the other day about prefixes. Prefixes that appear to be prefixes, but are actually complete thoughts in and of themselves. We encounter this a lot within writing, speech and language, and we are told by some that we neglect or take these bits for granted.
Well, if that’s the case, then what is the purpose of a complete thought? What is the purpose of understanding within the coalesced totality of a complete thought? Is it possible to neglect a part, within the whole, when being mindful of the entirety of the whole? Or perhaps you fucks are too bent out of shape on the “value added” kinds of shit that multi-syllabic words bring to the table?
Anyway, what I was thinking about was more along the lines of people and peoples. Sami, Lappi, Ichi, Yahi, Inui, Romani, Oni, Atlanti, Hopi, etc. Divisions within divisions nested in and amongst singularities that are embedded within other singularities. Sound confusing? It shouldn’t. That’s where a lot of tinkering is going on. A join is just as much of a division as a division is. You don’t have to look far to find joins being divisive in all kinds of ways.
Old English fore (prep.) “before, in front of, in presence of; because of, for the sake of; earlier in time; instead of;” as an adverb, “before, previously, formerly, once,” from Proto-Germanic *fura “before” (source also of Old Saxon fora, Old Frisian fara, Old High German fora, German vor, Danish for, Old Norse fyrr, Gothic faiura “for”), from PIE *prae-, extended form of root *per- (1) “forward,” hence “in front of, before.”
Now displaced by before. In nautical use, “toward the bows of the ship.” Merged from 13c. with the abbreviated forms of afore and before and thus formerly often written ‘fore. As a noun, “the front,” from 1630s. The warning cry in golf is first recorded 1878, probably a contraction of before.
I am in possession of a new missive from Cade, Dear Reader, and it’s kind of on the massive side. As I have just returned from the office Christmas lunch – where I only slightly over indulged – I thought I’d split the missive up for you into four sumptuous courses…
*Whatever, Clicky… I’m too fucking stuffed to move… /blows out cheeks… In fact, you’re gonna have to do this for me, okay? …/rolls into fat fetal shape and softly groans…*
Hopefully Clicky and I can complete this for you today, so you don’t have to wait…
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What…in the flying fuck…is up with you fucking fuckheads?
Me too.
^Foetus – The Overture from Pigdom Come^
Let’s get started off on the right foot, by preparing to be wrong.
As I read the first few bits of CFrank’s latest, the thing that struck me as I read it was “are you prepared to be wrong?”. Dunno why that started to resonate in my head as I read, but it did.
"Are you prepared to be wrong?"
I guess we’re always prepared to be right. But once you reach the edge of The Universe, or summit the highest peak, or descend to the lowest low, are you prepared to turn and view the ground you’ve covered? Are you prepared to look upon the distance(s) traveled? Are you prepared to see the ripples of your wake? Are you prepared to deal with the ripples that will be generated as you reflect on these things, irrespective of what they are?
^benny benassi feat. channing – come fly away^
Have you learned anything lately? Me too. Although I either:
A) cannot currently recall what it is that I learned, or
B) you prolly don’t give a flying fuck about whatever is that I’ve learned.
So, that begs a question as to the difficulty in putting words into someone else’s mouth.
Isn't that what I just did?
If I assume that you’ve no interest in hearing about what I’ve learned, haven’t I just put words into your mouth? Put an idea into your head?
Maybe we could talk about it over a beer someday. Or even coffee or tea…I like those things too.
^Boris Brejcha – Night Owl (Original Mix)^
Q: Is it wrong to dream?
A: ?¿?
Or is that subjective, based on the subject matter of the dreams and/or dreaming?
^Fleetwood Mac – Dreams (Gigamesh Edit)^
I got to go on a date last night.
It was disastrous.
I didn’t bother to show up because I didn’t have anyone to go on a date with.
^Everything But The Girl – Missing (Javier penna Deep Remix)^
I prolly should be doing something else right now, but I’m not. I’ve been quite sickly over the last few days, and was puking my guts up yesterday. I guess that would explain why my chest and abs are so sore. Maybe if I started to exercise I could drop this fat, lardy body of mine and be sexy and appealing again. Anyway, yeah…prolly should be doing something else, but I’m doing this instead. Now all I need is for someone to tell me “you’re only cheating yourself” to make the circle complete.
But in all fairness, I’ve been trying to be better about dividing my time. Part thinking, part writing. Wait…I’ve been doing that for a coupla years now. Maybe the exercise bit is what I need. But what happens if one of my ankles goes out? Or one of my knees? Or I pull a muscle in my chest? Or my back goes out?
THEN WHAT?!?!?!?!?
Or should I not think like that? What am I getting at? I dunno. So lemme cut to the chase…
Q: If “psychic communication” is a viable and available option, why the need to continue using “normal” communication methods?
A: !!!
There’s a story I read somewhere about a small part of the whole asking “what is the darkness”? That got me to thinking not only about contrast(s), but it also got me to thinking about need(s). How does darkness relate to communication(s)?
Welp, if you open one communication office, and close another, what happens to the communication office you close? There’s a host of questions I could pose here about preferring one communication method to another. But it seems to me that communication is still key.
^Benassi Bros – Light^
What do I mean by that last line in the previous bit? Welp, you got loads of organizations and/or groups that are monitoring any and every communication medium and method that they can plug into via any method or means that they can plug into it. Monitoring and listening. Aggregating and amassing. I can intentionally be coy, dodgy, and even misleading…but what does that say about me? What does that say about what I am saying?
Supposedly, we all of us are supposed to walk the straight and narrow. But how do we learn to do that? Especially in a world where “walking the straight and narrow” appears to be completely effortless by some.
^Eurythmics – Here Comes The Rain Again (Freemasons Remix)^
If a thought carries a certain resonance, what does that say about the thought that manifests itself into words? I myself have been accused of, believe it or not, not being very verbose. Not verbose enough. Not saying a certain something enough. Not saying it with enough enthusiasm. Not saying it loud enough.
STAND UP STRAIGHT!!!
HOLD YOUR HEAD UP!!!
HANDS AT YOUR SIDES!!!
STOP SMILING OR I’LL WIPE IT OFF YOUR FACE FOR YOU!!!
Nope…nothing going on in my head.
Nothing at all.
^Depeche Mode – Policy Of Truth [Beat Box Mix]^
Um…speaking of communications…I’ve followed a few more people on Twitter. Just poking my head out a bit more to see what people are talking about. Anyway, I’ve noticed a trend or two of people accusing Twitter of “targeting” them directly. Someone isn’t able to get notifications, or someone cannot follow someone else, or someone cannot unfollow someone, or someone blocked me who says they didn’t block me…all kinds of crazy shit.
I doubt very seriously that Twitter “targets” people in any way other than usual moderation types of flagging that are similar to that used in other mediums of Internet communications. I mean…where there is smoke, there is fire…right?
BRING ON THE BANHAMMER!!!
Someone has to watch the watchers. I digress.
Anyway, I would just like to add, that my Twitter has never worked worth a flying fuck. Not to mention, it’s obvious that Twitter is in the big middle of making major modifications to the way Twitter works. I’ve noticed that for a coupla months now. Shit disappearing, then reappearing, then it works, then it doesn’t. Seems to me that Twitter is most likely doing a phased roll-out of new features and/or modifications to existing features. If so, cleaning out your browser cache on occasion can most likely help you keep any garbage or malfunctioning crap to a minimum.
FYI.
^MJ – Don’t Stop ‘Til You Get Enough (Maxi Extended Rework Edit) [1979 HQ]^
I would like to make a recommendation here, and this is a personal recommendation based on quite a few years of using this tool.
It’ll clean up a lot of crap off your computer, and will let you do it with a lot of customizations. Such as saving certain cookies when cleaning your browser cache. This allows you to stay logged-in to any sites you are logged into by keeping the cookies for certain sites. Just go into settings on CCleaner, then select the sites you want to keep cookies for.
VOILA!!!
They also have some tools for wiping the empty space on your hard drive, which will actually free up a lot more space, and they also have a secure delete feature that will delete files by overwriting them instead of simply deleting them. BRB…my Twitter just crashed.
Srsly
^One Night in Bangkok (CHESS) Murray Head^
Q: Is it wrong for me to be romantic/think romantic thoughts/dream romantic dreams?
A: …
^Heaven or Las Vegas – Cocteau Twins cover^
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*/holds chest… Heartburn! Got any indigestion tablets, Clicky?*
*/rolls eyes… Doesn’t really help…*
Part Two will be along imminently, Dear Reader. Or soon after…
The 8th December, was the anniversary of John Lennon’s death in 1980, Dear Reader. 37 years ago; I was reminded of that day whilst reading Blue Frank‘s post yesterday about May Pang, John Lennon’s girlfriend, briefly, in 1973…
*Weird, Clicky… /drags… RedFrank has a newMEROVEEpost up today about a black hole discovery that’s puzzling scientists…/taps ash… created just after the Big Bang, like…*
*GUT of everything? …/drags… As John Lamb Lash mentioned at the end of his last talk… ‘See colon backslash’ …/blows smoke ring… The singularity… /stubs butt… I asked my good friend, ‘The Gut Doctor’ about 137 before, Clicky…*
*Roob-ID-I-um… /lights up…*
Rubidium-87 has a half-life of 48.8×109 years, which is more than three times the age of the universe of (13.799±0.021)×109 years, making it a primordial nuclide.
…Knot only that, Dear Reader, it was but a year ago, on December 8th 2016, that the very first Underdog Anthology was published. I was reminded of this reading Leggy update on the upcoming Christmas edition, posted last night…
*Leggy just emailed me a complete final copy, Clicky… /puffs merrily… It looks fucking AWESOME!!!*
There’s an additional treat included with three illustrations Leggy drew way back in the 80s. Three perfect Santa cartoons that illustration Christmas Past, Present and Yet to Come perfectly…
…And, Dear Reader, you may notice from the Contents page that a certain missive writer from Text US has a story included. I had the most enormous fun last weekend editing ‘Christmas Ever’, as Cade wrote it…
There is a real treat in this one for those who enjoyed Brian W. Aldiss’s excursions into the deeper, stranger SF regions. If you re-read his shorts such as ‘As for our Fatal Continuity’ and ‘Send Her Victorious’ (in ‘Comic Inferno’, well worth a read if you can still get it and the title story is in much the same vein too), and his novel ‘The Eighty-Minute Hour’ (which I read several times) then you are going to love this one. I’m not telling you the title yet, but I will when it’s ready to go.
*/squints… What’s that red book Cade’s using, Clicky?*
*/rolls eyes… Figures… /continues to smoke…*
Sew… hopefully, Dear Reader, ‘The Underdog Anthology IV: The Good, the Bad and Santa’ will be available to everybody…
*/coughs… Don’t give Leggy ideas, Clicky!*
… Um, nearly everybody sometime before Thursday. I will post a link when it is and let you have a look at the Afterword corruption. In the meantime, have a good week, don’t be mean and… Have a Song… 😉
*/puffs… Clicky! I find the new title of that Song highly offensive… /streams smoke… Get another…*
Then there’s this bullshit…
If I “fit in” somewhere…doesn’t that mean that I also now “fit out” of where I am currently? Or are we accumulating and amassing here? I’m told that I don’t need to know the specifics of how an intercontinental ballistic missile works, but how they work interests me. Nevermind that I’m surrounded by the motherfuckers. Doesn’t matter how close they are to me currently, because they can be a helluva lot closer in about 30 minutes.
If we lose our ability to communicate, I wonder if anyone will be willing to communicate for us?
Dear Reader, the previous Fourth Turning and the current one have one thing in 
While looking for pictures, I stumbled onto the above, and wondered what they were modeling. Luckily for me, Google Images provides a link to the source.
LegIron made a rather awesome and awesomely interesting post yesterday.
I was thinking the other day about prefixes. Prefixes that appear to be prefixes, but are actually complete thoughts in and of themselves. We encounter this a lot within writing, speech and language, and we are told by some that we neglect or take these bits for granted.
Let’s get started off on the right foot, by preparing to be wrong.
Q: Is it wrong to dream?
Um…speaking of communications…I’ve followed a few more people on Twitter. Just poking my head out a bit more to see what people are talking about. Anyway, I’ve noticed a trend or two of people accusing Twitter of “targeting” them directly. Someone isn’t able to get notifications, or someone cannot follow someone else, or someone cannot unfollow someone, or someone blocked me who says they didn’t block me…all kinds of crazy shit.
Library of Libraries 
