UPDATE: The statue of slave trader Robert Milligan has now been removed from West India Quay.
It’s a sad truth that much of our wealth was derived from the slave trade – but this does not have to be celebrated in our public spaces. #BlackLivesMatterpic.twitter.com/ca98capgnQ
How interesting. Tell us more about the horrors of the Arab-Muslim slave trade and how black slaves were treated. I’m all ears…. https://t.co/oVipmrSvze
c. 1200, devocioun, “profound religious emotion, awe, reverence,” from Old French devocion “devotion, piety” and directly from Latin devotionem (nominative devotio), noun of action from past-participle stem of devovere “dedicate by a vow, sacrifice oneself, promise solemnly,” from de “down, away” (see de-) + vovere “to vow” (see vow (n.)). From late 14c. as “an act of religious worship, a religious exercise” (now usually devotions).
In ancient Latin, “act of consecrating by a vow,” also “loyalty, fealty, allegiance;” in Church Latin, “devotion to God, piety.” The application to secular situations came to English via Italian and French; sense of “act of setting apart or consecrating” is from c. 1500.
… And I was thinking about writing a post about it, Dear Reader, but fortunately for all of us, Cade has come to the rescue with a new missive. Have fun…
*Noted…*
… But don’t go crazy. Enjoy! 😀
*******
I’ve got my thigh on you.
rawr
^devji देवजीे उदल लाडी देवो तो remix Udal lade Devo to new Raju rawal 2020 song remix 2020 Rajasthani^
I’ve got my thighs on you.
rawrz
I got my highs on you.
rawrzzzzz
Guys (males) are prolly reading this and are like…”dude…what the fuck?”
lolz
^Two Door Cinema Club – Bad Decisions (Devo Remix)^
You found something. Obviously something that someone threw away, but for some reason, you found it. Was prolly an old and busted piece of garbage to whomever tossed it, but it’s brand-spanking new to you. Your eyes sparkle with hope: this new something contains a deep well of possibilities. You weren’t even looking for it, yet there it was.
What a joy, eh?
Yeah, you’re baffled as to why someone wouldn’t want this, but that kinda makes things all the more sweet. You see something in this castaway that someone else could not see. Maybe I can make you feel comfortable in your own skin. Accept you as you are. Maybe not.
Speaking of skin, your lower legs feel like you are wearing socks. Only problem is, you aren’t wearing socks, you never wear high socks, and you haven’t worn socks of any kind in ages. You also have these weird feelings in your back. One second, things feel normal, the next second, your back feels like...it feels? Like, when things were normal you felt nothing, and then all of a sudden you could feel your back even tho there’s no stimulus. You aren’t wearing a shirt, no one is touching you, it’s not windy, yet you can feel the entirety of your back.
Sometimes too, it almost feels like everything underneath your skin is, erm, sliding around. Maybe even feels like there’s another you squirming around inside of and just under…you. Something strange going on there for sure. One minute your feet and toes are there, the next minute, gone. I can only wonder what is going on in there.
^BATTLE OF THE TAPES: SCOTCH, SHIPPING, AND DUCT VS [PSORIASIS, PICKING, PEELING]^
We aren’t our outsides, are we? Outsides, insides, all-the-way-though-sides…we have a lot of sides. What I kinda have wondered for a while is how some of our bodies handle the wet/dry/wet/dry cycles on the outside. We’re wet on the inside, but for the most part dry on the outside.
So what happens when we shower and take baths and stuff. Nevermind all the products we use in the name of hygiene, we seem to be obsessed with picking, pulling, prodding, poking, polishing, buffing, squishing, scrubbing, sanitizing, hydrating and rubbing the living shit out of our outer shells. And often. Products, products, products and more products coming out of our fucking ears, and still it’s not enough.
Time to call on the professionals
^MASSIVE DEAD WART REMOVAL (this kid’s a stud) | Dr. Paul^
Going without might be something to try. Fast for a bit. Let your body try and find itself for a bit. It’s a scary thought, I know. Been there, done that. And it’s tough to do considering the society we live in. Lotta social pressures on you to look nice and smell terrific, and you gotta do this 24/7. But a “repair” in one area has to have a knock-on effect, yeah? Your formerly scabby looking knees’ skin looks sweet now, but whatever mighta been behind it looking like that in the first place is maybe still there. Not to mention that your new knees are going to have to integrate and all the surrounding stuff is going to have to adapt to these changes. Just thinking aloud a bit as to why things appear, you have them removed, and they return.
Q: After some change, what’s the one thing that remains?
A: You
Not suggesting that change isn’t possible, But changes based on changes? Like, there was a change, you didn’t like the change, so you had the change changed?
Seems...a bit loopy
^DJ Jazzy Jeff, Peter Piper Routine^
There are all kinds of roadmaps for informing us as to what our present form(s) can and cannot endure.
EX 01: Your best friend gets attacked and eaten by a Leopard. It may become clear that a Leopard attack cannot be endured.
EX 02: You get caught out in the rain, and you do not melt or suffer any other ill effects. It may become clear that being rained on can be endured.
EX 03: Your new best friend gets attacked by an alligator and their arm is ripped off, but they survive the attack. It may become clear that some alligator attacks can be endured.
EX: 04: You go to McDonald’s, eat two Big Macs in a single sitting, and don’t immediately die of a heart-attack. It may become clear that “fast food” can be endured.
EX 05: Your new best friend commits suicide six months after the alligator attack because he lost his job, no one else would hire him, his girlfriend dumped him, and all women look at him like a freak now that he only had one arm. It may become clear that some alligator attacks can only be endured for so long.
EX 06: You line the backyard of your home with Oleander bushes. Your family dog, intrigued by these new plants, eats parts of some of them and dies, all because you were unaware that Oleander is toxic. You may decide that some landscaping flora can be endured, and some landscaping flora cannot be endured.
EX 07: Your new new best friend is studying to be a pyrotechnician, decides to mix some flash powder on a cold and dry January day, and blows himself into chunks. You may decide that mixing certain pyrotechnic compositions in low-humidity environments is unlikely to be endurable.
EX 08: You’re depressed at losing three friends and your dog, depressed that you had to rip up all those Oleander bushes, decide to drown your sorrows in a bottle of Jack Daniel’s Old No.7 Tennessee Whiskey, take a sip, and wince in repulsion. You may decide that some things can be endured without the assistance of that nasty shit.
Yep, all kinds of stuff out there which act as indicators as to what your form maybe can and cannot endure. Lucky for you, that road is paved with the blood of others. Are you giving them their due by paying attention? More than that, are you paying attention to the correct things? More than more than that/those, are you looking at the correct and incorrect things in the correct ways? Abjective? Objective? Subjective? All of those?
What a mess
^Whip It Devo (Philip Steir Remix)^
Kinda at odds with a lot of things. Not trying a something because someone else failed.
If at first you don’t succeed, try, try again.
Quitters never win, winners never quit.
Get (insert need/want here) or die trying.
Do or die.
Never give up, never surrender.
It’s like a throbbing clusterfuck of a cliche clash. Weird when cliches are at odds. Maybe one of the tricks is to live long enough to see where certain cliches are and are not applicable. Survival is the goal of life, yeah? And yes, I’m thinking about the lockdown plus all the shenanigans that went on prior to, during, and now after.
Divisions
Exposing them. Yeah, the hidden ones. The ones that are rumored to be there, but supposedly no one has actually seen them. There’s no “real” proof they exist. But now that the divisions are exposed, they’re likely to multiply. Dividing…divisions…to multiply…divisions.
Not being a joke. Of all the items on my list of “things not to be”, “a joke” is not on there. That’s me and my own list tho’.
Digress
The guy is pretty good, the music ain’t so hot, so overall the whole thing is kinda mediocre. Still, the “I ain’t no joke” at the end was a shade strange. Flexing I guess. I told you I could do it, I did it, and now I’m telling you that you got told.
^Devo – Crypt YouTube Cypher Vol. 3 Remix^
Was digging for Devo remixes because Devo keep appearing on my radar for some reason, and now I’m stumbling across some weird shit.
^DEVO – “Who Run It” Remix^
So far all these dudes appear to be fairly good at rapping/rhyming, but the music kinda sucks. Really, completely and totally sucks. Makes me wonder about the nature of flow within Hip Hop. How music and lyrics mesh outside of a beat or tempo. Rhyming isn’t easy, rapping isn’t easy, so once you get that down, you pretty much just need a beat to layer your vocals on. If your lyrics are scary fronting kinds of shiz, you’re gonna want something scary and/or dramatic for the music. Prolly why this next one seems to rip John Carpenter’s Halloween Theme. Which is extra weird because the picture is of someone wearing a Jason Voorhees hockey mask from Friday The 13th series.
Killaz
^King Devo – Computers (Remix)^
Speaking of killaz and killers, all kinds of music been killin’ it all over the killer map for a long time.
^Killers (2015 Remaster)^
When the shit hit the fan, we were all in it together as this great equalizer was descending upon us. Now? Two plus months later?
rofl...every (wo)man for themselves
On a side note: DUDE! TURN YOUR GODDAMN AIR CONDITIONER OFF BEFORE MAKING AN OUTDOOR DEVOTIONAL VIDEO!!! IT’S MARCH!!! WTF IS YOUR AIR CONDITIONER EVEN DOING ON?!?!?!? YOU IN FLORIDA OR SOMETHING?!?!?
So yeah, take a break. Taking a break is a-ok. Unless of course you are the US Senate and you’ve been sitting for weeks on the bill that would provide for another round of relief payments. One way or another, people are gonna get what they want. Gives you another nice out tho’. Another reason to not provide another assistance check. The looters got theirs, everyone who stayed home and behaved is shit out of luck.
But yeah, breaks, they’re okay. Care for yourself by participating in self-care.
^Hindsight 2020 | Episode 4 | Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow^
Sync Books – Book Syncs - Book Syncs Sync Books
^Book Sync Battle!^
Skin is stretchy. Skin is elastic. Skin is kinda rigid. It’s flexy, but also has a kind of non-Newtonian fluid thing going on sometimes.
Q: Is it possible for skin to be stretched to maximum by migration of the connective tissues?
A: ??¿??
Maybe your skin feels tight because it is tight, but not because of the reason(s) you think it may be. Chaffing, seasonal changes, etc.. Just wondering what happens when the tension is such that the servo reaches the stop, and I’m thinking of this within the context of light/dark/red patches which may appear on the skin from time to time. Some of those things appear, and they never seem to go away.
On a completely unrelated note, there’s only one comment on the video below, but it’s a damn interesting one.
^Synchronicities and Synchromysticism | Chris Knowles^
Anyone know what Xenochrony is?
I don't
On a related note, the video below had 3,333 views when I first watched it just now. Is that a “sync”? Maybe a Xenosync seeing as how the concept of synchronicity is familiar to me, but this synchronistic instance is not familiar to me.
Foreign-ish
^Xenochrony #1^
Zrank Fappa appears to have played a part in the development of Xenochrony.
Heh heh…get it? Frank played…a part? Anyway, it’s a good business to be in. If you can’t steal the whole car? Take the wheels. Or maybe the radio.
^Devo-Clockout.wmv^
DEVO – EVOD – VODE – ODEV – DEVO
VEDO – EDOV – DOVE – OVED – VEDO
“Is your pussy looking like a flower? Are you tired of fucking with lame n1884z? Then you need some TLC, THC, Hennessy, and a good deep-dicking.”
^Vedo – Girls Need Love (Summer Walker Remake)^
This video had 191 views when I first watched it.
May mean something, maybe not
Pro Tip: Closed Captions are available. Not that they’ll necessarily add any clarity.
^Devo fare nomi e cognomi (Presidente Conte Remix) – White_Glovese – Whitehousestudiosicily^
Upon first watching, this video had 940 views, 33 likes, 0 dislikes, they’re playing pool, throwing dice, and the dude has a 56 on his shirt.
May mean some things, maybe not
Guy is pretty good tho’. Talking a lot of the same old shit, but pretty good.
^Devo Lucciano – Drill Time Remix (Slim Jesus Remix)^
Out next selection had 250 views, 12 likes, 1 dislike, has 8 comments, all appear to be favorable, the video was posted on June 14th of 2019, and there appears to be a need to travel to Tennessee.
Again, pretty fucking good on the rhymes, and this one is prolly the best yet as far as the creative elements of the background. Not the ambient effects or even the music so much as a weird resonance in the song as an awareness for need of creative elements during the song itself. This becomes really apparent during the outtro.
^Devo Bux – (prod by bloc remix)^
We’ve arrived at a rather depressing video involving some kind of breakup which has 185 views, 0 likes, 1 dislike…
prolly from the ex
…0 comments, was published on December 20th of 2016, the video ID is YWhFIISK1zI, and the channel where the video is posted has 49 subscribers.
December 20, eh? My oldest was born on that date, and me and whatshername got married on December 19.
three years prior to his birth
Me and her are divorced, and I’m currently on the lookout for a ex. Is there a connection here? Are there any connections here? The tune is about breakup and there appears to be children involved.
Another one to fall into the “not bad at all” category, save for the fact that the music is awful. The tempo is good, the beat is good, the idea of some light traditional instruments in a song with fat percussion is cool, but it doesn’t come together real well in this instance. Tried to look up the original One Direction tune History and give it a listen, but I got yet another of those stupid-assed “Sorry, there was an error licensing this video” errors.
Digress
In the end, I guess this one is akin to one of those Disclaimer Of Liability ads you see in the personal section of the classified ads.
“From this date forward, I am no longer responsible for any debts other than my own.”
“I will no longer be responsible for debts incurred by anyone other than myself.”
They can run up the bills, and you are required to pay at least half.
Yeesh
^The Devo – “History” Remix^
-\- MOVIE REVIEW TIME -/-
The movie:Poltergeist – 1982 – Directed by Tobe Hooper (of Texas Chainsaw Massacre fame)
The review: Close Encounters with ghosts instead of aliens.
The extended review: I would imagine this was little more than a vehicle for domesticating and commercializing ideas in order to realize ET: The Extra-Terrestrial and sell it to a skeptical public. Close Encounters Of The Third Kind was pretty damn scary, and it still holds a bit of that scary edge for me personally. But this? There’s no wonder at all. No story. No reason. Just some lame looming idea of a family sharing space with corpses who are pissed that their headstones got swiped. The house getting invaded by fleas or roaches woulda been more scary.
Poltergeist seems to take the scariest bits from Amityville Horror, knock the rough bits off, surround them with shiny stuff, fill the direct participants with apathy disguised as ignorance and wonder, then sequence the events into some meaningless chronology onscreen. Every scene is going to contain something “spooky”, but the participants seem completely detached, and it makes me detach. If they don’t care, why the hell should I the viewer care? Like they’re caught out in the rain and wondering why they are getting wet. The scenes are long, the cuts are weird, I have not a clue what anyone is doing in any of them, and I honestly have no idea what story they were trying to tell except maybe Amityville comes to the burbs.
Tobe Hooper may have directed this piece of shit, but Steven Spielberg wrote it. So yeah, if you wanna see something of Spielberg’s that falls somewhere between Close Encounters and ET but has no aliens?
This movie is for you
Get ready to endure some of the worst acting you’ve ever seen tho. Somewhere between 1970’s sitcom and off-off-Broadway.
Interesting note – there’s a scene where Craig T. Nelson (the dad) is showing a home to some potential buyers. They are in the kitchen area of this home, and the kitchen is identical to the kitchen in Nelson’s own home, except one is green and the other is yellow. This brought back some memories of my own youth in that I grew up in a neighborhood like this. Cookie-cutter homes. Almost all of them are identical.
Now, if you aren’t American, you may not be aware that the 1970’s was a pretty hot time in the Cold War, and we Americans were fighting the dirty Communists. Strange that so much in this country called America was more or less the same, in a time when individualism was being touted as the only way to freedom.
Final review point(s): Not only does Poltergeist suck horrifically, it’s a hazard to anyone with epilepsy. But some of the special effects were pretty good considering the time.
^D.E.V.O X DoJa Cat “Say So” REMIXXED BY D.E.V.O🥀🗡^
*Yeah, that one! You get it and I’ll see to Dear Reader…*
Dear Reader, we hope you have enjoyed this Anglo American, human and inter-dimensional dolphin collaboration, and we look forward to seeing you at the LoL again, soon. Have a Song… ❤
*Hmm, now you mention it, Clicky, it’s less poppy… more rave… /lights up…*
The Latin phrase sub rosa means “under the rose”, and is used in English to denote secrecy or confidentiality, similar to the Chatham House Rule. The rose as a symbol of secrecy has an ancient history.
Dr Who goes woke. Fans will turn off. No interest in Rosa Parks and the British Empire in India. https://t.co/cgTTn0Tzzl
*Oh I quite agree, Clicky… /lights up… It wasn’t that bad… /drags… *
But have you watched them? Agreed, the third was a heavy handed 'Rosa' with a weak, totem villain, but the second one was most deftly sub rosa: https://t.co/u8miHXlrFb Q: When was the last time you saw a smoking section on a bus? Have a Song 😘https://t.co/g1oET4Dwkr
I brought my own rain…thanks for the offer of some of your own tho.
Not to diminish Roob’s part or anything.
Just trying to…fuck it…I’m shutting up.
Welcome to here…population you…and us…and prolly some others.
Shutting up now.
^ABC – A to Z – 1985^
I’m not going to apologize for the previous whatever turned missive, nor will I apologize for this one. Roob saved yet another with that previous one thanks to her efforts, but I still wasn’t happy with it. I didn’t even wanna send her the damn thing, but I do that a lot with these things, and I’m not just thinking about myself.
But yeah, on that previous one, I was thinking more about myself and what I was thinking about and how it turned out. I even went back and re-read what I wrote after I sent it to her. Did that on the previous one too. I usually don’t do that. It ruins the surprise of seeing what she does/comes up with.
That said, I’m thinking about a comment made to me over at Bolton’s with respect to a comment that I had made regarding proxies and surrendering rights. Most of what I write is prolly not gonna make sense to you.
Especially if you don't read it.
What I write is not supposed to “make sense”, nor do anything else for you. You like it, or you don’t. I’m just telling a story, as it happens/as the story unfolds and is unfolding. What you really want to know is…
Q: Is everything gonna be OK?
A: No. Everything is NOT going to be OK. Unless it is. In which case, whatever or something.
^ROXY & ABC BAND – Castles^
I wonder if anyone would be interested in seeing some rocks of mine? No, they did not originate in my head, but yeah, they kinda did.
I’ve collected these rocks over the last several years, and they are quite interesting and have some historical significance in my life. A guide stone, a milestone, coupla meteorites, a precious gem that is precious only to me/not worth anything monetarily, coupla other various rocks of significance. I wonder if I took some pictures, and then described the significance of each to me, if that would mean anything to you. Never hurts to try I guess.
Maybe I'll find the time and do just that.
There would be an acorn in with this collection of rocks, but I left it, as it seemed more appropriate.
I’m a sentimental fool.
^HAIM cover Shania Twain ‘That Don’t Impress Me Much’ for Like A Version^
It is my understanding that penis enlargement techniques and methods have come a long way.
It’s a growth market,
and the demand is huge,
leaving loads of room for expansion.
How big of me to share this ever-growing swath information with you...eh?
^SCARIEST TORNADO EVER !!!^
Did you watch that video above?
Oh, and hello. I hope all is well with you.
Today is Tuesday August 22 of 2017, and yesterday we finally got the first of two pesky eclipses out of the way. It was definitely cool to watch and participate in, although I originally had no plans to do so.
Whatshername was out getting new tires and said she saw nothing from the waiting room at the tire place. My oldest son slept through it. My daughter was at work. My youngest was kinda disinterested/unimpressed, and spent most of the time during the event playing a game on his new cellphone. I’m not allowed to plan, plot and scheme anymore and I have no voice or say so since I am not gainfully employed, so I guess it kinda hurts to be completely disassociated from everyone and everything save for being a nuisance and annoyance that is occasionally handy for certain tasks.
But…I’ll keep at it because I appear to be good at it…or something.
^Tinlicker – Jalapeño^
It’s currently 12:38, and I’ve decided to give one more go to trying to find a little USB cassette player that I bought several years ago, that is buried in a box of doom somewhere in the closet of despair. But I’m gonna write a little more before doing that, so let’s get back to Job.
Q: All that stuff, and all those people that Job lost? Where did they go? What happened to them? What’s their story? What were their dreams and goals and ambitions? What effect(s) did all of these events have on them? What effect(s) did this have on their friends and acquaintances, and how did this affect their lives? What happened to all the animals, and is anyone thinking of them? What’s PETA’s position on the story of Job? Why do we have no answers to these many valid and pertinent questions?
A:A:A:A:A:A:A:A:A:A:A: (I have no idea how many questions I just, asked)
^Mr. Oizo – Ham^
And what about these two entities? Yeah…Yahweh and Lucifer/God and Satan or whatever…what about them? Have we reduced them to “do or do not” and that’s all they are good for? They own it all and/or run it all, therefore, that’s all they do?
I dunno, but that seems pretty unfair. This place seems like a constant care/constant maintenance kinda place, and we don’t seem to be doing such a bang-up job ourselves…or at least…that’s what we tell ourselves. So…that leaves us management. If management isn’t responsive, we turn to ownership. If ownership is also unresponsive, we take matters into our own hands. That makes me question a bit, but one specific ironical question comes immediately to mind…
Q: What was the question in the first place?
A: Yeah...the one that caused you to call upon management and/or ownership...what was it?
Seems like you may have gotten your answer.
Q: Now what?
A: ¿?¿
😛
^Garbage – No Horses (Official Video)^
Most people HATE circular logic like that. But I fucking love it. To me anyway, it says that there ARE answers to be had, you may just have not found it yet. You may find it…maybe not. Maybe abandoning the quest is the answer…maybe not. Either way…you are on the hook, and there is no getting off of it. Maybe reevaluate what you have done thus far, and maybe rethink your infrastructure. Maybe it needs to be lightened. Maybe it needs to be strengthened.
Both are the same thing at different times. That helps make the concept of “inflation” and “expansion/contraction” make more sense. It does to me anyway. Especially inflation. I’d like to discuss it further, be have neither the time nor space here to do so. Ironic…eh?
^Suburban Lawns – Flying Saucer Safari^
Gonna try to avoid spoilers, but maybe Winston always knew some things, and didn’t want to acknowledge them, needed someone to talk to about some of these things but had no one, and/or just flat didn’t know what to think about these things. I mean…how well do we really know Winston? How well do we really know Job?
The answer is…we don’t. And chances are that many of us don’t want to know either. Who has the time to spend every waking moment getting to know someone? It’s much easier to just look for something we like and/or don’t like, label them, then take the appropriate action that best suits us from there. People never change, they have no intention of changing, and they never will.
Q: Why is change so important?
A: ?¿?
^A Flock Of Seagulls – I Ran^
So I guess that Freudian thinking relies on inference, and Jungian relies on significance. What about Einsteinian?
Newtonian?
Feynmanian?
Republicanian?
Democratian?
McDonald’sian?
Wal-Martian?
lolz...Wal-Martian...that's funny.
But yeah…I guess when we go to the mental-utensils drawer to choose how best to eat whatever we are gonna shove into our heads…maybe the drawer is as empty as our head. There is no fork. There is no spoon. There ain’t even a goddamnbutter-knife or tea-spoon. I wonder if there are any specialty items like olive-forks, fondue pokers, chopsticks or can opening devices for the can of worms I need to get open.
I GOTTA get this fucking can open!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I wonder if I can do it?
Where's my glasses. I have a lot on my plate.
Weird thought for an unemployed dude.
“I didn’t expect to see you again, so…SPOON!” – Blue Raja
Movie = “Mystery Men”
^Kirsten Dunst – Turning Japanese (HD)^
It doesn’t feel like a Tuesday. It feels like Sunday. No idea why, but yeah…today feels like a Sunday. Then again I was up until 4 am and slept until 11:58, so maybe there’s something there/related to my calenderical dilemma. I just made that word up…”calenderical.” I wonder if already exists…let’s check!!!
^San Cisco cover Daft Punk ‘Get Lucky’ on triple j’s Like A Version^
Calenderical: Did you mean calendrical?
NO!!! I FUCKING DIDN'T GODDAMNIT!!! I MEANT CALENDERICAL!!!
Calenderical has a more “clerical” ring to it. That leaves room for error(s), and points the finger at someone that we can beat on for being a waste of flesh.
Let’s on with something else. Something…blue. Something…that could not POSSIBLY be chalked up to chance. Not in the way and ways that most look at chance anyway.
(not that I know how to look at chance or anything)
^Orkestra Obsolete play Blue Monday using 1930s instruments – BBC Arts^
I’ve stumbled across some “Smoker’s Manifesto” crap here and there lately, and I guess to cut to the chase here, and say that this makes no goddamn sense. How in the FUCK does one “fight tobacco control” with a “smoker’s manifesto”? That’s like fighting fires with water quality regulations.
You know, I’d like to point out something that I really don’t want to have to point out here…my oldest son smokes cigarettes. I don’t consider my son a smoker. He smokes cigarettes on occasion. He plays guitar on occasion, and sometimes even the bass, and SOMETIMES…he even talks. He doesn’t have a cigarette hanging out of his mouth 24/7, and even if he did…so what?
Just my opinion, but shit like this is EXACTLY what diminishes you and your efforts by combining you with, and lumping you in, with everyone else. Prolly exactly along the lines of what the “Anonymous” group is thinking…join the herd, and your face becomes irrelevant.
If my son came to me and told me that he was thinking about signing on to some “smoker’s manifesto”…and asked me what I thought he should do/what I would do, I would tell him to tell them to go fuck themselves. If YOU…as “a smoker”…aren’t thinking about the concerns and needs of “non-smokers” 24/7/365, you are prolly an inconsiderate asshole and need to re-evaluate some of your priorities.
lolz..."you" need to re-evaluate "your" priorities.
^Fatboy Slim – Push The Tempo^
So yeah…is it clear yet why self-deprecation and self-loathing is/are so important to me?
The dent banged itself in, gonna take some banging to get that dent out.
Take that ability away from me…and I am no longer me…because it works for me.
What in the FUCK does that have to do with you?
I don’t wanna float around above the ground in the lotus-position and point fingers at everyone else and tell them what they are doing wrong.
I wanna float around above the ground in the lotus-position and point fingers at myself for what I am doing wrong, and be afforded the opportunity to get it right.
^Stereo MC’s – Step It Up^
I dig your pants baby.
You look fucking GREAT in them.
I bet you look great out of them too, but let’s no go there.
Unless you want to.
Whatevz.
I’m easy.
Oh, and I like you too.
If that means anything at all.
Just sayin’.
^KLEENEX – nice^
A manifesto is a hammer.
The signors are the one who will swing it.
I wonder who wrote it?
Yeah…this will prolly get us to thinking about why “the first wave” are ALWAYS 86’ed as soon as the revolution is complete.
Gonna force me to join your revolution? If you are gonna force me to swing that hammer, even if I had a say in it’s construction? Just know, that if you do that, you’re next.
I guess Stalin's "paranoia" is that difficult to understand after all.
^Romeo Void – Never Say Never^
If you aren’t prepared to tear it all down? You are in NO way ready for a revolution of any kind. And yeah, I’m talking about the revolution itself…even if you win…it MUST be destroyed. It’s gonna come down whether you like it or not. You wanna be there to see it’s construction, then you better be prepared to be there during it’s destruction. You may even think about leading the charge.
^Snow – Informer 1992 HQ^
While we’re in that mode of thinking…that gets me to thinking…
Q: Can you provide me a list of former politicians that you actively supported/actively opposed, that you still actively follow?
A: ???
There was a tweet along these lines this week that I saw regarding relevance. There used to be a decorum that retired and/or inactive professional politicians kept their mouths shut after leaving office. But now that lobbiests and lobby groups have gotten so diverse, and since they are fucking LOADED with former politicians/elected officials, it’s almost impossible to do so. But before I get to ragging on “special interest groups” too much…
Q: Aren’t political parties themselves lobbyists and/or special interest groups?
A: !?!¿!?!
I guess I don’t see the need to continue beating, banging and ragging on the Whig Party, The National Socialists Party, The Bolsheviks, etc. as STILLbeing an ineffective and obsolete political groups. I mean hell, they weren’t irrelevant and ineffective to the motherfuckers that lived in those times and believed in those ideas…what the FUCK are we still bitching about this shit for? There are four fucking people that were elected US President from the Whig Party.
If you wanna talk stats and statistics…you are gonna lose every time. You are gonna have to bend, and shape, and mold, and manipulate those statistics six-ways from Sunday for those statistics to say what you want them to say.
Wanna win? Make up some new stats, and do it the old-fashioned way…live it.
^Sneaker Pimps – 6 Underground – Official Video [HD]^
I notice that The Khmer Rouge were back in the news this week.
Still seeking and getting revenge on those who were seeking and getting revenge on those seeking and getting revenge and on and on andon andon anon anon anon…and a yawn.
Argentina has been in the news as well. I even saw Chile mentioned here and there.
I wonder what that's all about?
Gonna have to move on at some point.
Ghosts will always haunt us.
It’s what they do.
^Gary Numan – Cars^
Let’s stop relying on word of mouth and hearsay, and go check the legitimate news…
…a new subscription tool for news publishers in Google News to “boost subscriptions for news publishers.”
Wait…I thought the Free Market was stand or fall, live and let die, kill or be killed? Why in the fuck would you want to prop up a dying entity? It contradicts pruning the vine or thinning the herd. May have some trickle-down effects on those industries that create life-support systems…ALTHOUGH…that could have some unexpected benefits for unmanned space exploration as well as the robotics industry and related industries.
DAMN!!!
That’s quite a thought, eh? You can follow that isolation/deprecation/elimination rabbit hole all kinds of ways.
^Missing Persons – Words^
One way or another, this whole smoker’s business is gonna leave a lot of smoking craters when it’s all over. But it’ll never be over no matter who claims victory, because victory requires no proclamation and cannot be claimed. It’s as thin, whispy, vaporous and fleeting as that last pull on your fag, and there will be nothing but ashes when its all said and done. You wanna claim those too?
There may be some tobacco-laced slobber from us chewers, but that’ll evaporate on it’s own.
Maybe it’s a slow news day or something. Maybe things are on the upswing and getting better. Which reminds me…it’s August…not October. Which also reminds me “shaped like the head of the leader of the free world.”…um…it’s not free at all. I guess I’m about to find out along “more certain” lines of experience, but thus far…nope…not free at all.
^Ministry – Everyday Is Halloween^
K…I ain’t gonna link this next one, simply because the URL is five fucking miles long, but there is a story on Google that the White House has been under lockdown due to a suspicious package.
Q: What packages bound for The Whitehouse are NOT deemed as suspicious?
A: !!!
You prolly have a goddamn platoon of dogs that sniff shit for everything under the sun, x-ray machines, machines that vibrate and intentionally shake packages, God knows how fucking many points and check-points and filters and filtering mechanisms before a package addressed to the White House gets within 20 zipcodes of the proximity of the White House.
As I recall, used to be anyway, packages addressed to the White House and sent via regular mail have ALWAYS been routed first to a military base in Kansas and/or Alaska or some other remote out-of-the-way place. Dunno for sure where, but I do know there was a routing system like that.
I mean…who is it that is paranoid here? What the fuck are you so goddamn paranoid about? There used to be no fence around the White House…what happened? Maybe that fence sends a message. Maybe it keeps sending that message…over and over.
(NOTE: If you wanna click on/read the story, feel free. HOWEVER…please note that you will get a confusing popup about getting updates from this website.)
From an “energy industry” standpoint…kindof a clever headline, eh? I know my first thought was…”how do you save something that doesn’t exist?” I mean really, how do you know what isn’t there? How do you know when there is no more? Do you start off on a journey in some direction that holds the best prospects for finding more? Or do you get clever and enlist the help of three others to set off in directions opposite to yours/theirs?
This energy race is gonna kill as all.
I really don’t believe that, but there are many who espouse just that. The tower will crumble, there’s no doubting that. Just make sure it doesn’t happen on your watch.
😉
^The Clash – Rock the Casbah (Official Video)^
OK…so…this previous news story/link/website…the term “updates” just got real vague and sketchy all of a sudden like, and trends and trending and trendy just became our enemies, even if we didn’t notice it.
If I personally go to website, and the first thing that this website does is make a demand of me? I don’t go back. It’s the same mentality as placarding the storefront of some public business with patron requirements for entry and continued patronage. But then again, since the owner/operator is prolly MILES away from this particular store’s physical location, why would there NOT be a list of requirements plastered on the door(s)?
There’s no interest in the business’s operation save for being a revenue stream…so the face to face has been outlined in some employee handbook, who is left to stumble and bumble and falter as they try to do something the same way that someone else would do it/the way someone else has told them to do it. Not a lot of room for growth there.
I mean…have the owners of Wal-Mart even been to one of their stores? And I’m not talking on opening day either, assuming that they even do that. So yeah…when the etheral becomes manifest? And the manifest becomes manifesto? You are MILES from both solution(s) AND problem(s) in any and all directions.
Sound familiar? Ring any bells?
^Blondie – Rapture^
If cities weren’t already in dust and states of decay, vacuum cleaners and and soap and dusters and cleaning products wouldn’t be needed at all.
Would prolly not have as much/as many troubles with hiring Illegal-Immigrants as housekeepers and nanny’s.
^Siouxsie And The Banshees – Cities In Dust^
There’s some more shit I’m inclined to talk about here, but I’m not gonna. It’s 15:07, and I gotta stop writing and go dig in that closet/see if I can find that cassette player. I have no idea how I’m gonna record the music and put it into a format that can be shared/listened to by others…but I guess I’m about to find out.
^The B-52’s – Private Idaho (1980)^
But before I go…April 8th of 2024, eh? 7-ish years, eh?
I will think a bit more about inflation here. As long as your bullshit remains rooted in and/or fixed with victims and victimization? Yeah…you are gonna require victims opposite.
Q: I wonder who that “victim’s opposite” is?
A: Is "who is holding the hammer?" enough of an answer? Or is when they are holding it also important?
Important and importance take on a whole new dimension and dynamic there.
Hard to put a hot potato down once you’ve picked it up.
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…
*/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…*
*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…*
Incredible that we are creating a society in which NHS workers could be disciplined or even sacked for smoking. https://t.co/tcfq4wyEY5
*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…*
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.
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?
*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…
“Here,” Thoughtful Man called, “Big Chief Double Chopper has had a makeover. Take a look.”
I peered at his computer screen. Big Chief Double Chopper had been mum’s garden Indian that lived in her front room. After she died, her husband Stan took the opportunity to have him re-homed. I don’t blame him; what man wants to face a double chopper on the way to the kitchen first thing in the morning.
“Aw, it’s nice that they’ve sent an update,” I said.
“A bit garish,” Thoughtful Man opined. “Stan’s got a point, though, are red Indians supposed to be black?”
I smiled, recalling a couple of commentsRedFrank has posted for me on ‘Scatty Sunday’. “Fuck knows,” I replied, giving him my considered opinion.
*Clicky, random…/sigh*
“Hmm,” I said to myself, sitting down and lighting a rollie.
Thoughtful Man swiveled round in his chair. “What?” he said launching a squint in my direction. We’re far too close, I couldn’t dodge it.
“No, it’s just I was reading about the Lost River yesterday. It was weird how I got there. Actually, I was thinking of writing a post about it…” I trailed off.
“Lost River? What do you mean how you got there?” he probed gently. That was unexpected, he normally doesn’t like to talk to me about my posts but then again he’s a bit of an American history buff – he’d probably heard of it on one of his TV programmes.
*Is that Chief or Chef’s office..? /shakes head… Nevermind…*
“Okay then,” I hesitated and marshaled my thoughts. “The journey begins in a pub.”
Thoughtful Man continued looking at me without speaking, so I showed him the tweet that had started it. The source. “Lions and tigers and beers…” I trailed off again. I do a lot of that.
“It was the description of the smoking area,” I continued. Clicky escorted him to the page.
Cleckheaton doesn’t have an Ossett pub, but the Rose & Crown is a newbie with a similar atmosphere. It was more boisterous than my photos imply; lots of £2.60 pints were being carried out to a characterful smoking area. Worryingly the £2.60 pint of choice seemed to be Ellands 6.5% Porter. Their homebrew pale was enough for me (NBSS 3.5).
*Yes, Clicky, any mentions of Roobee and his attention does start to wane… and he’s not a beer drinker, though he is fond of a Lion bar… Anyway, I told him the last line of the article and said to remember it…*
‘Plenty of Bass livery, very little Bass.’
“Is there any chance you might skip to the end?” Thoughtful Man asked politely.
“No. So I looked up the year 1872, of Deep Ruby, and there was this Indian battle of Lost River in the November,” I replied.
‘The Battle of Lost River in November 1872 was the first battle in the Mo Doc War in the northwestern United States. The skirmish, which was fought near the Lost River along the California-Oregon border, was the result of an attempt by the U.S. 1st Cavalry Regiment of the United States Army to force a band of the Modoctribe to relocate back to the Klamath Reservation, which they had left in objection of its conditions.
In the subsequent war, Captain Jack of the Modoc and 53 warriors held off more than 1000 U.S. soldiers for 7 months in the area of the present-day Lava Beds National Monument. Part of this was named Captain Jack’s Stronghold in his honor.’
Thoughtful Man sighed heavily and started to swivel round. “Is that it?”
*A little bit, Clicky… /holds out thumb and index finger…*
“Not quite,” I answered. “You forgot the last line.”
Thoughtful Man wrinkled his brow. “Plenty of bass livery, very little bass?”
“Yes,” I smiled. “They’re all in Lost River.”
A sluggish stream, Lost River offers fishing opportunities for bass, up to 7 lb (3.2 kg), brown bullhead, crappie, yellow perch, and Sacramento perch. Trout are uncommon in this river.
*Oh Clicky, get off! …/splutter… Really!*
*******
*What? Erm… /wipes lips and frowns… Dunno, Clicky, possibly this guy..? Shall we have a Song?*
*Indeed they are, Clicky. But ‘bow‘ is one of those homo-thingies – you’re mixing up the meaning and pronunciation…*
*Okkaay… /puffs out cheeks …shall I get on with it, Clicky?*
*Thank you. A bit creepy, but thank you.*
*******
In the summer of 2012, I read a book called ‘The Fourth Turning‘ and it changed the way I looked at, not only history, but the current state of world affairs.
It was published in 1997 and, in it, a couple of Yanks postulate that human history is a series of cycles, roughly lasting 80 – 100 years. Each cycle (saeculum) can be broken up into four distinct seasons (Turnings): Spring (High), Summer (Awakening), Autumn (Unraveling) and Winter (Crisis), and the cycle is powered along by four generational archetypes moving through the life stages of childhood, young adulthood, mid-life and elderhood.
The authors had looked back at Anglo-American history and had identified 7 cycles:
Late Medieval (1435 – 1487)
Reformation (1487 – 1594)
New World (1594 – 1704)
Revolutionary (1704 – 1794)
Civil War (1794 – 1865)
Great Power (1865 – 1946)
Millennial (1946 – 2026?)
1997, the time of publishing, fell within the Autumn (Unraveling) season of the Millennial Cycle. The next turning would be the fourth (Winter/Crisis) of the saeculum and the authors predicted:
Sometime around the year 2005, perhaps a few years before or after, America will enter the Fourth Turning.
By the time I read the book in 2012, the Fourth Turning was already underway.
A Crisis year begins with a catalyst – a startling event (or sequence of events) that produces a sudden shift in mood.
Two incidents, either side of 2005, could be considered catalysts – the 2001 terrorist attack on the World Trade Centre…
and the Financial Crash in 2008…
*/squints… Clicky, is there a reason you’re using anti-tobacco imagery to illustrate my points?*
CLICKY: 2007 smoking ban..?
*Ah… /nods sagely …and it also reminds me to mention the Fourth Turning’s ‘Gray Champion‘*
Anyhoo, back to the book. It’s very US-centric but that, I suppose, was it’s target audience. However, yesterday I was interested to read mention of it in regards to Brexit at The Burning Platform, via Zero Hedge.
And the stormy weather featured in Blue Universe Frank’s Brexit post today…
And he specifically mentions the Spanish Armada – The Armada Crisis is the Fourth Turning (Crisis) season of the Reformation saeculum:
This won’t have been the first time Britain has been saved by a storm. On the 4th of August 1588, the Spanish Armada, which was about to land an army on England’s south coast, began to experience an adverse wind (much like yesterday’s storm wind) that blew it east along the coast, all the way to Calais, and then all the way round Britain and back to Spain.
*No and a bit rude, my fair Clicky. The Armada Crisis was a strictly Anglo Fourth Turning*
The Armada Crisis (Fourth Turning, 1569–1594) began when the powerful Duke of Norfolk was linked to a Spanish plot against the English throne, a discovery which galvanized newly-Protestant England against the global threat of the Catholic Hapsburgs. A crescendo of surrogate wars and privateering culminated in England’s miraculous victory over the Spanish Armada invasion (in 1588). The mood of emergency relaxed after the successful resistance of Holland and the breaking of Spanish control over France.
Interestingly Frank also posted a video of US Presidential nominee, Donald Trump, talking about Brexit on his arrival at Turnberry golf course yesterday. I dunno, he does look rather more gray than orange 😉
*******
*/Yawn and stretch… That’s enough for now, Clicky. Time for a Song?*
Thoughtful Man stood on the doorstep, fist full of mail and an impish grin on his face. He handed me the postcard, picture side up.
I looked at him quizzically. “For me?” Who would send me a postcard?
“Missouri? I don’t know anyone in Missouri.” The doorstep was bathed in afternoon sunlight but the squint I gave him was of the confused variety. I turned it over.
“Err…” My squint narrowed with suspicion. “Since when have I been Mrs W Hayward, Haywald – is Haywald even a name?”
Still grinning, Thoughtful Man plucked the card from my grasp. “The address is right and you are Win.”
“How do you make that out?” I could barely see him I was squinting so hard. “When have I ever been Win?”
Thoughtful Man’s expression of faux-shock would have worked but for the corners of his mouth, which twitched upwards. “When you won my heart and I agreed to marry you.”
*Tell me about it, Click*
“Yes, well not withstanding the fact that I’m the luckiest woman in the world, the postcard isn’t for me.”
“Are you sure?” Thoughtful Man squinted himself now as he tried to make out the handwriting. “‘Dear Win, in Mo now, got in last night although my case didn’t arrive’. Oh no! Missing baggage!”
I snatched the card back from the chortling bugger and read it to myself. “‘Love M xxx’. Funny, similar handwriting to Mum’s. What’s this? ‘Harry S Truman Home and Library’. Hmm…”
“Uh oh. I don’t like the sound of that ‘hmm’,” Thoughtful Man said with a sagging voice. “What does ‘hmm’ mean? Are you going to be up all night writing?”
“Possibly.” I winked. “You did say the postcard was for me.”
That’s one way to wipe the grin off his face.
*******
*/rolls eyes… Well, Clicky, I was wondering what country is twinned with Missouri.*
Last night I read a fascinating post at Zero Hedge. I sent it on to my probing friend, Hugo. Big on the old nuclear connections is Hugo… No, Clicky, just the pix; no hidden extras this time, please*
*Thank you*
I may not know anyone travelling to Missouri, but I do know somebody that’s presently holidaying in Denmark, and, to paraphrase Shakespeare, ‘feeling rotten in the state in Denmark‘…
The Underdog himself…
*That’s right, Clicky, not only does the postcard feature the home and library of the only US President to approve the use of nuclear weapons in conflict, he was also…*
Truman’s 1948 election upset to win a full term as president has often been invoked by later ‘underdog‘ presidential candidates.
*Ha! Score for the win, Clicky… oh hang on, M could also mean… /eyes widen…*
It’s my birthday today. I got cake for breakfast from Google …
*I know! What a scrummy surprise …*
… and Thoughtful Man took me shopping …
*Hardly, Clicky … the local Asbo …*
He takes me shopping once a year, mostly to remind himself why he doesn’t go shopping with me more regularly …
*No, not quite …*
I rather like food shopping, looking at all the product laden shelves … studying the exciting ingredients … riding the trolley … I get rather google-eyed at it all …
“Calm down or I’ll Mary Lincoln you” Thoughtful Man sighed heavily, placing a steading hand on the handlebar as it wobbled closer to a 2 for 1 special on Pot Noodles.
“Ab Lincoln’s wife? I was taken aback and slightly flattered … the wife of a President.
“She went mental and was committed by her son after she fell in with a spiritualist” he replied as we skirted past a group of lads looking for the barbecue and beer aisle. “He invented double exposure photography, though he didn’t get the credit for it”.
I skidded to a stop … good job too, I hadn’t seen the mobility scooters conveniently parked at the entrance to the cat food aisle. “Do you mean like Photoshop?”
*Unfortunately Clicky, I don’t think that’s photoshopped …*
*No, not that one either …*
“I suppose … Do we really need this much cheese?” He eyed the trolley contents suspiciously, “toothpicks, pineapple chucks … tin foil … Hang on, I thought you didn’t want a birthday party”.
“I don’t. It’s in case the neighbour’s child comes over to play with the boys”. His icy squint burned. “Sorry, I invited him. He’s just lost his mother”.
“He ate her”.
“I don’t think he had a choice.” I pushed on toward the frozen pizzas. “I think it was like one of those Donner Party situations”.
He caught up by the time we’d reached the check out. “So you [blip] think he’d prefer eating cheese and pineapple [blip] kebabs instead?!” He fluffed open a plastic bag and started filling it. “You are a [blip] mad [blip]“.
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