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…
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…*
*The font, Clicky, the font! …/sigh… Why do I bother?*
Running dangerous low on memory space, I’ve had to upgrade the LoL’s WordPress account. I did this on Friday, whilst off work for “Christmas Shopping”. I now have more memory, no ads, a selection of fonts and themes to choose from, and a new domain…
*Ha! …/pats snout… I love that show, Clicky …/lights up…*
Whilst I had the plastic handy, I decided to replace the lost copy of a book I used to own. And it has just been delivered! On a Sunday!
I could have got it quicker by buying it for Kindle, but seeing as it was a Kindle version that was lost, I thought I would indulge in a tangible copy with built-in page turning sound effect…
*And scrolling too… /drags… It’s got it all…*
“Christmas shopping” completed, I spent the rest of Friday morning editing a short story Cade was writing for the upcoming Underdog Anthology…
It was funny him mentioning feeling like he’d been hit by a train, as I’d just been atweeting…
*/sings… I’m a singularity, I’m a singularity, I’m a singularity, I’m a singularity, I’m a singularity, I’m a singularity, I’m a singularity. Now up put your hands up…*
I mentioned Part 1 of John Lash’s Archonic Dementia talk previously and this is another longish one. But was so incredibly syncy that this time I took some notes. Kinda…
I didn’t manage to listen to the talk all in one go…
Lashy really doesn’t like the proponents of AI and D Wave computing, likening them to “carnival barkers“. And then he mentioned something that brought me up a bit short…
‘The cover image is the Seal of Solomon, the seal used on the brass vessel in which Solomon trapped 72 demons and their legions of spirits. I redrew the version in Goetia, scanned it then meddled with it in Paint Shop. It’s relevant to the story, as is the chosen colour and the strange object at the bottom of the back cover. That’s enough hints – no spoilers.’
‘Samuel’s Girl‘, the next book after ‘Jessica’s Trap’, has already been republished and ‘Norman’s House’ will finally see the light of day in the new year. As for what Lashy’s thinks ‘The Singularity of November 2017’ is…
*Er… or Dear Reader could just simply listen to the talk, Clicky… /rolls eyes…*
Dear Reader, Legs has a particularly satisfying ranty roundup of the state of fuckwittery in November 2017…
*That looks like the Rotherhithe Tunnel, Clicky! Did you know they built the bends into it to prevent horses bolting for the daylight too soon? …/lights up… True fact…*
John Lamb Lash put out a new video on Thanksgiving. It hasn’t been ascribed a number but, as I pointed out last week, the numbering on his talks are out of whack, so it’s number 72…
Now, I know you’re an extremely busy Dear Reader, Dear Reader. You’re living your life, as you should, and you might not have the time to invest in having a listen. So I took the liberty of making some notes…
*Clicky! I’m tryna write… /drags… time enough for SPAM…*
…In bullet point form:
The wisdom goddess Sophia is the Greater Beast of Revelations 13, demonised by “Gnostic vandalism”… */thinks… overlook Wendy’s horns?*
The number of the beast is actually 18 */thinks… that’s also R…*
The Lesser Beast of Revelations 13 is the ‘handler‘ of the Greater Beast…
“Anyone that can handle the power of the Earth with shamanic skills and finesse, as I do and others in my company in Planetary Tantra, legitimately deserves the title ‘The Handler’ or the ‘Lesser Beast'”
The Nag Hammadi scriptures provides clues to an event called ‘Correction’ but don’t specify what form Correction takes */flicks butt…*
Lashy reckons Correction is underway, based on the framing idea that humans are participating in a divine experiment taking place on the planet Earth, whether we gno it ore knot, but that something went gone wrong with the experiment…
Between March 2011 and March 2014, the originator and designer of the Divine Experiment (Sophia with help from her consort Thelete) has RESET the experiment. Three years to us is like – what? – 10 seconds to Sophie… */ponders… if time was money… /stubs butt…*
Since March 2014, the entire world has been living ‘In Correction’ */coughs… Rings a bell…*
*/sigh… I know, Clicky. Still… */shrugs and lights up…*
The Mandela Effect is/was both an instrument of Sophia, and evidence or her Correction. Initially and primarily it occurred on the internet as that’s where our attention lies… */puffs…*
The Mandela Effect is now phasing out… */taps ASH…*
Since the end of September 2017, Sophia has shifted gears and is now directing attention onto CERN, witch basically is the breathable atmosphere that envelopes planet Earth. It’s a plasmic gel and we’re embedded in it…
*/chortles… “And Frankie’s got his band!” …/drags… He ain’t wrong, Clicky – it does get better and better… /blows smoke rings…*
Around the 27th October, Sophia went into overdrive and penetrated the membrane of CERN… */thinks… What was I doing on the 27th? …/drags deeply…*
Sophia is using the supernatural directly into the realm of ordinary life. The effect is ‘Mirrored Mirroring Events’…
“The supernatural intervention of the Divine Mother into the world event and into world history reveals itself in a mirroring of fraud and deception against the truth. So everything that she does to bring forth, to bring her magical children into the truth of who they are, and into the truth of history, and the truth of this Divine Experiment, is simultaneously mirrored in a fraud and deceit in certain events that occur in the external world.”
*Mandela Effect laid to rest… Air Force one… Leaving Las Vegas… /puffs merrily…*
*Fucking Saudi Arabia?! That Saudi Arabia? Doo what?!*
*’It’s a secret no one knows’ is the only lyric I can discern from that piece of pop, Clicky… /rolls eyes… Gotta say, the baldy bloke with the soft voice though… Creepy as fuck!*
The newly minted So Fear AI robot is not autonomous; it’s a ventriloquist dummy…
So then, Dear Reader, the second part of Cade’s latest ten page massive missive is now ready for your perusal…
Enjoy! ❤
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WOO HOOOO……..
Oh…
helloooooo there.
That’s prolly how I look when me and my goofy-self is going about my goofy life, doing the goofy shit that I do, in the goofy way in which I do it…
when suddenly…
A GIRL!!!
Oh my.
I only get goofier from there. I mean, not that I take notes on my goofiness and goofy experiences or anything, but I can imagine…yeah…I prolly look something like that when a woman catches my eye.
I’m like….
“LAH…LAH LAH…LAH LAH…LAH TI DUH DAH…..WOAHHHHHH!!!!WTF?!?!?!?!?“
I guess I’ve been out of that mode for so long, that I forgot it even existed. Not entirely true, but I devised a method of overcoming wandering eyes when I was in a committed relationship. My method was/is not entirely different from this Buddhist method of dealing with unforeseens, where they teach you to “Acknowledge…then push aside.” My method, was/is…
“Woah…she’s hot…but, oh yeah, I’m married.”
Not “Yeah she’s hot, but I got better”…because that kind of comparative thinking, to me anyway, is destructive. You start to make demands via comparison that are impossible for someone else to achieve. I’m sure, that whoever she is, yeah, she’s prolly a great person. But I don’t know her, and I certainly don’t know a single dynamic about “me + her” and how that would work…so why dwell on shit like that?
If you are unhappy, why make someone else suffer too? Break it off, go elsewhere, and find what it is you seek. Whoever you are with doesn’t have it, so why make them carry that and those burden(s)? It’s your problem after all. It certainly seems to have started there anyway. Food for thought.
^Bonobo : Cirrus [Official Video]^
I never regretted being married. Still don’t. I’ve no idea what that would or should change.
I don’t regret “not being able” to have loads of freaky sex with a bunch of different women. I had loads of freaky sex with one particular woman, and there was a hell of a lot more than that. Trying to find something to be angry or bitter or sour about, yeah, there’s a fuckton of that shit too, but I was angry, bitter and sour about it then, so why wouldn’t I be angry, bitter and sour about it now?
I don’t want to “get over” this shit. That’s my toolbox. My tools. How I learn. How I grow. There’s fucktons of shit in the toolbox…
from good…
to bad…
to indifferent…
to whatthefuckever.
Like a “junk-drawer” in your house. Shit that has no other place due to its specificity and uniqueness, but you certainly can’t throw this shit away. Hence, the junk drawer. Miscellany drawer. Whatever. We all have one. Some have many. But they are always a joy to go through. Especially when looking for that special something, that you cannot remember what it is, but you remember where it is.
/me shrugs
^Meat Beat Manifesto – Prime Audio Soup^
I was just reading CFrank Davis’ latest, and I’ve not read CFrank’s shit in a while. But he raises some interesting points about destinations. Destinations mean pathways. Pathways mean origins. Origins means originators. Originators means followers.
WHEW!!! We covered some ground there, eh? I wonder how we did that? Oh well…it’s unimportant. Our path is laid out before us, and all we need do now…is blaze it.
SMOKE EM IF YA GOT EM!!!
Q: Can you imagine a 10 year old kid reading this bullshit of mine?
A: I can't. But yeah...I can.
At 10 years old, I had been being taught by some of the finest adults that I knew, and they had been teaching me for right at 10 years straight. No breaks, no vacations, and even breaks for vacation were learning experiences laced with requirements and expectations. So yeah…by 10 years old, I was already quite adept to life on Earth/Terra.
I mean, fuckin-a … comparatively … spending 10 years in college means you’ve prolly got a doctorate by now, and have chalked up some impressive post-graduate degrees. But we don’t think in those terms…do we? We need paper. We need papers. We need proof. Acceptable proof.
PAPERS PLEASE!!!
Q: Since when were my parents and relatives and neighbors, their teachings, and their experiences…non-acceptable or not acceptable?
A: ?!¿!?
Must be a “class war” kinda thing or something.
^Röyksopp & Robyn “Monument” (Music Video)^
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I have ironing and washing up to doo now, Dear Reader, on this Sunday afternoon…
*Yeah, something like, Clicky…*
…The third installment of the 85th ‘somethingWhoTFcares’ missive from the Text Us Okie Devil will be along later. In the meantime… Have a Song 😉
snap (v.) 1520s, of animals, “to make a quick bite,” from snap (n.). Meaning “to break suddenly or sharply” is first recorded c. 1600; the mental sense is from 1970s. Meaning “come into place with a snap” is from 1793. Meaning “take a photograph” is from 1890. U.S. football sense first recorded 1887. Related: Snapped; snapping. To snap the fingers is from 1670s. Phrase snap out of it recorded by 1907. Snapping turtle is attested from 1784. Snap-brim (adj.) in reference to a type of hat is from 1928.
So, Dear Reader, on Sunday night there was a mass shooting. From the Mandalay hotel, in Las Vegas, on the Strip. You may have seen it reported on Mainstream Media news. Blue Universe Frank, today, had a question about it’s length…
Why did it take police 72 minutes to locate the shooter? And why was his location only identified by a smoke alarm?
… And also wondered about the inexplicable warning given to concert goers beforehand…
One woman, who was at the Route 91 music event, claimed an unidentified woman had told other concert-goers they were “all going to die” after pushing her way to the front of the venue.
… Witch brings me to Red Frank. I wrote about a peculiar incident on MEROVEE last time at the LoL…
*That site is a bit like a house… a public house… /thinks… If Frank’s Red, Clicky, and a Leo, does that make Merovee the ‘Red Lion’? …/ponders and lights up…*
… After the argy-bargy with Goro on Thursday and Friday, Frank published a new post on Saturday… Re Member… No doubt referring to membership, a requirement for participation on Goro’s STR site…
…In which he stripped off and displayed his member…
*/coughs uncontrollably…*
If you want to see for yourself – WARNING: could lead to impression or depression – you’ll just have to go visit MEROVEE, Dear Reader. And doo peruse the comments. For instance, TNT pointed out that on Friday, Blunder Boris of the Foreign Office made a right Johnson of himself…on camera…
Coincidence? The MEROVEE post was published before the shooting started in Las Vegas…
*Oh yeah… /lights up and rolls eyes…*
… by Stephen Paddock…
snap (n.) late 15c., “quick, sudden bite or cut,” from Dutch or Low German snappen“to snap,” probably related to Middle Low German or Middle Dutch snavel“bill, beak,” from West Germanic *snu-, an imitative root forming words having to do with the nose (see snout).
As an adjective from 1790. Commonly used to indicate instantaneous action, as in snap judgment (1841). Sense of “quick movement” is first recorded 1630s; that of “something easily done” is 1877. Meaning “brief or sudden spell” of weather (usually cold) is from 1740. Meaning “catch or fastener that closes with a snapping sound” is from 1815. The card game name is attested from 1881, from a call used in the game. Meaning “a snap-shot” is from 1894. U.S. football sense is from 1912, earlier snap-back (1880), which also was a name for the center position. Snap, Crackle and Pop, cartoon characters associated with Kellogg breakfast cereal Rice Krispies, are from 1940.
Over at 0 ‘Edge we learn that the investigating police are still clueless as to the motive of a killer with 42 guns. As indeed are his family…
Eric Paddock, who lives in Orlando, Florida, said he was stunned to learn his brother was responsible, insisting that he must’ve “snapped.”
“We’re still just completely befuddled. Dumbstruck.”
*Quite so, Clicky, he appears to have been a lone wolf… /drags…*
*What did the Daleks unleash with their science fiction eh, Clicky? …/chuckles and smokes some more…*
I saw an advertisement on that last story, that talked about “why doctors will no longer prescribe Metformin”…and the advertisement went on to say…that the ad…was selected…for me.
Q: What in the FUCK is Metformin, and why did it select me?
A: ?!?!?
The link to the story was 500 fucking miles long, so I skipped it, and just went and looked up Metformin on Google.
Is everything designed to kill us? Something is not adding up.
Yeah…it’s adding up…but to what?
For whom?
^Alanis Morissette – King of Pain^
Q: How much gold is in Fort Knox
A: According to the U.S. Mint, there are currently 147.3 million ounces of gold in Fort Knox, KY. At a current price of about $1,776 per ounce, this is worth 261.6 billion dollars.
Considering that the year that I made the most money – I made right at $120,000 that year – I paid over $40,000 in taxes, and averaged working about 70 hours per week…um…yeah.
I gotta regroup here.
^Frida – I Know There’s Something Going On (ABBA) (1982) HD 0815007^
I got a question about your view of “not being able to see time”…
Q: Would you know it, if you saw it?
To relate…let’s think about drag racing, since an interest in both time and trains should certainly be easily relatable to drag racing, from both the participant and spectator positions.
There was a video that I posted sometime back, that showed a guy getting a ride-along in a drag car. There was an in-car video camera, and at the end of the ride, the passenger commented…
“That seemed like a LOT longer time from inside the car!”
The drag car in question, was about an 11/12 second car. Meaning it took about 11/12 seconds to cover the 1/4 mile, which is 1,320 feet.
Find a clock that has a second hand…now watch it click off 11 seconds.
Keep in mind, that a drag car never stops accelerating.
So for the entire time, of that 11 seconds, you are going faster and faster, the whole time.
If you were traveling at the speed of light…186,282 miles per second…you just covered 2,048,882 miles.
BUT!!! What if…you started @ a relative “0-speed” and accelerated from 0 to 186,282 miles per second within that 11 seconds?
^The Sweet – The Ballroom Blitz 1973^
Q: What did you encounter during that 11 seconds?
Q: What encountered you?
So yeah…spin. All kinds of spin and spins. I’m not trying to sell anyone on anything…just trying to describe what I see. I don’t think I’m alone in what I see…just…yeah…alone-ish or something.
😐
Anyway…what is really cool to me, relativistically…is when there is a proximate particle or mass, that appears to be not moving at all. Yet relative to some distant particle or mass…it may be moving at some fucking RIDICULOUS speeds.
Pert near Ludicrous Speed. 😛
Especially if those particles/masses are entangled.
Shit gets really funky from there.
^Sweet – Love is like Oxygen^
For example, if two masses are entangled at great distance…they may swap places, and your never ever know it, save for a change in the mass that you are observing. You don’t actually know that it’s a different mass…you just know that a change has taken place.
We make assumptions that these actions/reactions are local or even localized…but that’s not always the case. By the time out new mass moves in, and replaces the old one, the new one may have been traveling at ridiculous speeds over great distances. The old one and new one, transfer energy/energies and momentum(s), and the old one hauls ass elsewhere.
Further…the old one may transfer it’s entanglement many times as it heads out wherever it is going. Like tumblers handshaking here and there and everywhere. Lots of parts, lots of methods, lots of mediums, lots of time. I dunno…I get jazzed when anyone talks about time. Keep it contextual, and everything else becomes possible.
What does this mean? I dunno. Go arrest the FBI. I guess they could just handcuff themselves and turn themselves in…but I wouldn’t count on that. Maybe pull their funding? Stop printing their paychecks and turn the electricity off in The J.Edgar Building…that might get someone’s attention. Or how about make the FBI go without toilet paper until they produce this shit.
lolz That sounds funny.
PRODUCE THIS SHIT…OR YA’LL GETS NO TP UNTIL YOU DOO!!!
^The Three Degrees – When will I see you again (Ruud’s Extended Mix)^
It occurs to me, that with all of this secrecy, we’ve been operating in a “Minority Report” kind of “Thought Police” kind of mode for a long time. This isn’t about every American having an FBI file irrespective of whether or not they’ve ever committed a crime. That I can quasi-sorta understand on some levels. This is about accountability via secrecy.
With secrecy, there is no accountability. How can there be? We’re not talking about privacy. Government like ours deserves none. I should be able to go to FBI.gov, and look up my own name, and see if I’m being investigated for anything. See if I’ve ever been investigated for anything. See if it’s ever been recommended that I be investigated for anything, on who’s recommendation, and why.
I should be able to look up how much money The FBI spent on coffee last month. How much they spent on sugar. How much they spent on drink cups and coffee stirrers. Who is requisitioning government planes instead of flying commercial. Does that sound good? I can think of some more stuff if you need suggestions. Just let me know.
So yeah…it’s not about this or that, it’s about this and that, and everything else. I thought that’s what accountability was\is?
^The Association – Along Comes Mary^
I guess one could argue that my thoughts on particle and mass motion could be summed up to slight of hand. But…what about preservation of mass? Preservation of energy? Preservation of energy? If you don’t have the balls to countermand your own bullshit, it’s prolly why you aren’t getting anywhere. Hey asshat(s)…I’m on your team.
Ain't I?
^Orleans – Still The One (with lyrics)^
Ah HA!!! A question via The Whatever However Hotline!!!
Q: Cade, what is binding these particles?
Cade: Didn’t see this one coming. Are we talking local, less-local, or non-local? Because you have to consider them all. If we thing of a string as being the current method of binding of some particular particles…which part of the string are you seeing? How would you know? When the energy and energies run out…welp…what about less bound strings?
If you disconnect your machines, or turn them off, or stop the process that was further intermingled with the goings on…why wouldn’t shit stop? I mean…we are talking about operating within time and times here. Are you really willing to go the distance? What if you only get one chance to “tap” an infinite power source, but that source is more like Morse code, and there is a thousand years that will transpire until the next dah or dit?
Yes…I’m suggesting that “tapping” or “harnessing” ANYTHING…can, and will, have consequences. Why wouldn’t it? Just because something is local…you think it’s ours? What…are you drowning and there’s a life-ring nearby…hence…it’s yours? I don’t think things work like that. Certainly not always. We need more information.
Man…I went from Diabetes to Flowers to Moths to Football in like…nothing flat. Must be football season or some such. Yesterday was the first day of Fall… so…yeah…foosball!!!
Mama Boucher: Foos-ball? Buncha overgrown monsters man-handlin’ each other… ‘Member when dat man wanted you to play foos-ball, Bobby?
Movie = The Waterboy
^Waterboy-I like them too^
It don’t hurt none, to talk about whatever in the fuck I want, do it? I never would have considering yapping about anything at all till just a coupla years ago. Too much pride I guess. Too afraid to be wrong, and even more afraid of being right.
I’ve had to get a lot of shit out of my system over at my own blog lately. I guess mainly because I can freewheel a shade more in a single direction, and spend more time doing it. When I sit down to write these things here? The objective is to move as rapidly as possible, and cover as much ground as possible. Not really, but my objective is to spend as little time as possible between A and B, and I’ve no idea what that is going to be.
Like tonight/this morning? I really didn’t have much in my head at all. Nothing that I really wanted to write about. I’ve got some other writing that I want to do, but nothing is currently coming to mind. It’s difficult to write a story that you’ve already completed in your head. Not that I’ve ever tried to write like this before or anything…but God bless her…someone has prodded me along in a very clever way over the last coupla days, and I’m thankful for that. But I guess I gotta go the rest of the way now.
Now...what's that bit about announcing your plans and hearing/watching God laugh?
^Knife Party – ‘Sleaze’^
Christmas is just around the corner I guess. I wonder when everything will go on sale? And since when is everything on sale? There’s something vague booping around in this empty head of mine, and has been for a few days. Ever since I saw mention of slavery somewhere along the line, and these Anunnaki fucks keeps bopping in and out of my noggin’.
But yeah...
Being off-balance helps me think. But this shit ain’t like that. To say that it was this kind of thought or that kind of thought, meaning good or bad, would be…kinda…on track…but not really. It’s not really like that. I’m not sure that a judgement call could be made like that with respect to “aliens” or “extra-terrestrials”…mainly because of us.
We are SOOOOooo fucking convinced, that anyone who shows up, is just here to take shit away from us. Welp, who the FUCK owns the shit now? At best, I’ve apparently got a $1,500 stake in the country in which I live, and THAT’S assuming that the other 323.1 million fucks that live here are feeling generous, and willing to let me sell my 1oz stake of gold that is sitting somewhere where I can’t get to it. I didn’t dig that shit up. Where’d it come from?
“The number of Americans ages 65 and older is projected to more than double from 46 million today to over 98 million by 2060, and the 65-and-older age group’s share of the total population will rise to nearly 24 percent from 15 percent.”
So…there’s 46 million peeps over 65 in The USA.
$462,271,488,000 / 46,000,000 = $10,049.38.
Here’s your paycheck…go play golf.
^I’M NOT IN LOVE – 10cc^
Considering that the retirement age is now 70, and these PRB fucks say that the number of old farts is gonna almost double by 2060…wait…
WHAT?!?!?!?!? 20-fucking-60?!?!?!?
I’ll be 92 fucking years old in 2060. You really think that anyone, who is 27 years old right now, will give a flying fuck about some 92 year-old asshole in 2060?
Yeah…someone who is 27 years old right now, will be eligible to retire in 2060. What about some young punk that was born today? Yeah…today…as in…September 23rd of 2017…they’ll be 43 in 2060. You think that they will give two fucks about two old fucks aged 92 and 70?
Nope.
They’ll be driving flying sportscars, chasing skirts, and writing child-support/alimony checks in the midst of their mid-life crisis, all while battling Hepatitis L.
Meh…I’ll prolly be on Mars and/or The Moon/Luna by 2060. Maybe even Jupiter or Saturn. The mail is prolly slow getting out that way…so you can keep the Social Security checks.
I don’t have anything against beliefs and traditions and shit like that. Cept the ones that tell me what a piece of shit I am. Or the ones that tell me how fucking great I am.
Too confusing.
I dunno…I’ll figure it out. But I did address some pomp and circumstance kinds of things over at my own blog earlier this evening. If I need a pound of Wolfsbane, a goats right testicle, and a pure copper talisman in the shape of two figure 8’s bound by three stars and a zero? Where in the fuck am I supposed to get that shit? I gots no monies, and this shit don’t grow on trees ya know.
I don’t mind going without. I appreciate the suggestion, but I’d bet that goat needs his balls more than I need protection from whatever it is that’s hounding me. You think they’ll bargain? Maybe say…two used golf-balls in place of the goat’s ball? Time and a place for everything? Just being nice and trying to do the right thing(s) in my own life isn’t enough? What about over time? Over times?
Yeah…I forgot…works count for nothing. Everyone take 5. Smoke em’ if ya got em’.
From my last post, Dear Reader, you will have gleaned that, just like Indiana Jones, I named myself after a dog. I have very fond memories of watching that dog as a child, and again with the boys as babes. We still have stickers up…
*How Thoughtful Man allowed the scary clown to remain, Clicky, I’ll never know… /He’s scared of clowns…*
Over the years I have been online…
*/:O … Has it only been 5 years? Wow, feels longer… /smokes fag…*
… as Roobeedoo2, others have addressed me by shortening my chosen name to Roobee, Roob, RBD2…
*Ha! I mentioned Stephen King’s ‘It’ in comments… /sticks out tongue…
*The film opens tonight and apparently the people going will be dressing up as clowns… /grimaces… Thoughtful Man’s working tonight – he’s gonna shit himself! … /drags… Enough of that, Clicky, I want to get onto the rats…*
So, one of the shamble lenses that I use, synchromystically speaking, is my name. I turn my handle… I suppose in this way, I’m a handler…
*/:D… Nice catch! …stubs butt…*
Well today, Dear Reader, I read a story of horror in the news…
And how is the name of the rat town pronounced?
*/lights up… That’s right Click… /inhales smoke… Roobee everywear… /exhales…*
Now, if you have read, ‘Anatomy of a Hat Trick‘ yet, and watched ‘The Fedora Chronicles’ contained within it, you may have picked up some common or garden syncs. I told Cade about them at the time…
Herbert Johnson was the maker of Indie’s hat…
*And I guess ‘FoG’ could be Friends of Georgie? … /rolls eyes…*
*/puffs… Don’t worry, Clicky, if I remember rightly, the rats didn’t so much float as get a bit singed…*
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.
“We do not believe any group of men adequate enough or wise enough to operate without scrutiny or without criticism. We know that the only way to avoid error is to detect it, that the only way to detect it is to be free to inquire. We know that in secrecy error undetected will flourish and subvert”. - J Robert Oppenheimer.
I AM the SynchroMiss planted on Earth, here to share my downloads, intel, and code-cracking, integrating the art of synchronicity as we transition to a higher state of consciousness and awareness.
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.
!!!Let's Doo Sum SnewZ!!!
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