Saturday, December 24, 2011
They went beyond their own specifed limits of wordage ( 32, in fact ! ) and would therefore not post it.
I wrote it once, from my soul, and was afraid I had lost it forever.....I asked them to return it to me - and they did - but they went one step further - they actually did publish it.
I am so grateful that I don't quite know how to express my thanks.
But here is what I wrote :
* I am so wasted at 4.41 in the morning that I hope I can post this right - Thank you.
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Here is what I said about this on my personal Facebook, and because I'm such a twat and dissenter and an egotist, I just thought everyone else needed to know about this. And this is happening in the same country where poor folks in Alabama can't afford to pay for the basic commodities of water and sewerage.
I actually find it amusing that the One percenters who hold the wealth do not yet seem to be scared of the Ninety Nine percenters who hold the poverty and the power to rebel. The rich pissants will eventually be holed up in the mansions and banks while the poor majority will have taken over the streets.
This is not my personal delusion - I know history - and it will repeat itself.
P.S.- I am ashamed that we do not yet have a spokesperson for all this. Maybe Rock and Roll really is the answer (if we take it from the hands of MTV - Dire Straights were right!) And come to think of it that is probably why John Lennon was assasinated - he could get the message across in such a beautiful powerful way - and people listened. Which reminds me- I think Yoko Ono knows more than she tells - come out of your shell dear - don't be so afraid. We need SOMEONE who hasn't sold out.
Hey, that gives me a great idea - vote for me - I'm not scared. (maybe I really have consumed waaay too many illicit materials tonight !).
Anyway, here is my post to Facebook, the article of which I found on Twitter
God Bless you all.........STAY CONNECTED.
the F..K. Mother Nature gives birth to me and then makes me pay for
some obscure Biblical Original Sin by taxing me all my life with
ignorance, poverty, indecision, marrige, divorce and bankruptcy,
inhaling polutants, failing health, all my friends passing away before I
do, being confined to a single room when I'm so old that I shit my self
like a baby - and then die and get placed in a pine box
in the dirt while all my inheritors fight over my hard earned pile of
crap. Jesus, isn't that enough tax to pay for living on this crummy
posioned ball of earth that's slowly being sucked into a black hole. And
now we have ANOTHER country forcing us to pay for H20.
hell, Noah endured 40 days and nights so we could have all this water -
IT was bestowed on us to re-create life. All I gotta' say to that - "is
that if all you one percenters were on fire it's gonna be a lot cheaper
(and a lot more fun) pissing on you because we can't afford the water".
Flippin' hell, Noah endured 40 days and nights so we could have all this water - IT was bestowed on us to re-create life. All I gotta' say to that - "is that if all you one percenters were on fire it's gonna be a lot cheaper (and a lot more fun) pissing on you because we can't afford the water".
Friday, December 16, 2011
I can hear all the lonely hearts echoing through the stratosphere, I can hear the cracking noise of all those important cries for help as they become slowly inundated by all the other self justified cries of help as their personal Titanical souls fade into oblivion.
It seems necessary to sink into oblivion whilst saving women and children first. Forgive us, lest we forget the sperm wasted during our orgasmic attempts to seek self fullfillment in the cause of procreation.
You may just as well ejaculate your jism over the screen of life that presents itself as reality and insert your digit into the vagina of wanton deviancy that permeates your pathetic existance.
We are all so complacently comfortable in the soothing folds of ecstacy that occupy our six second sexual existance while we masturbate our minds to orgasm - and then we feel that we have achieved such satisfaction that all our problems are solved.
How many of you have climaxed in a juicy blend of juices and after-glow, that all of your problems, his and hers, seem inconsequential relative to the problems of the universe? And how many of you, after thrusting your organs to climax, have lain there not actually enjoying the squirting of bodily fluids, after having heaved your last muscle and breath, have instantly thought of all the other problems you face in the alltogether reality of the human social existance and it's fucked up awkwardness.
And, the copulation seems to be such an awkward ugly thing - a mutual masturbation that cannot be shared because you each really gain so much more more more pleasure from playing with yourself - because YOU know what you want.
That is such a hard thing for humans to share. We are all so fucked up by our expectations and comparisons with what we think is normal is based on what we are lead to believe is normal. We have let others dictate what our dicks and cunts need that we forget reality.
Man and woman are not the monagamus creatures we have been lead to believe. We are only animals or even less than that - creatures that instinctively fuck and procreate according to the whims of Mother Nature. We serve a single purpose only.
Humanity; in fact, any species of animal, insect, plant, fungus or bacteria is only a small jab in the darkness of evolution.
We have all been engineered by Mother Nature as an experiment in survival. We, as humans, are insignificant in the masterplot of the universe. We, and all of nature, are just another experiment in nature's plan to produce the ideal species that suits the envirionment that we manufacture.
We are going nowhere. We are insignificant in the total realm of time. We have not even existed for one single second in the twenty four hour clock of the universe.
So feel free to twitter away, plunge into that twat, punch out your frustrations on that keyboard, take out your frustrations beating your wife or your best friend or your enemy, drink yourself merry, drug yourself mindless, fuck your self stupid - and when you suddenly have that epiphany that you really understand that you know what this is really all about, don't kid yourself.
You are are a sperm. One of millions who successfully made the journey from the cunt to the womb. All that makes you feel important and necessary is that you, as a little blob of cum, managed to outswim the the rest, had the intelligence to cling to the membrane wall and penetrate the uterus. After that, you lost your independence, you lost you will, you lost any free choice - you became a slave to sex.....and that is your only reason for your existence.
For God's sake, get over it, get a soul, have a heart, show some compassion, stop being a cunt - the same one you came from. You are a victim. You are a tool. You are being used by nature to make a better world out of this place. You are an instrument. Stop thinking that you are so fucking important.
You originally had two choices - and only two : either you swam like fucking crazy - and that was the best thing you ever did ( beat the million others competing for your position ) or dry up as a little white dead blob on a blanket of love.
For God's sake, get over it. The only God you really believe in is YOU. Well have I got news for you - NO ONE really gives a fuck. That's why humans wage war. That's why humans kill. That's why humans insult and demean. That's why humans rape and pillage. That's why humans scream and grab. That's why humans think that they are important.
That's why humans think they are so important and necessary - because they just cannot accept the fact that they are NOT really that important or necessary.
It's probably a good thing ( and nature's plan ) that we murder and abort and wage war and kill our enemies.
We are a plague on this planet. We are vermin. We are Sodom and Gomorrah. We are Adam and Eve, but we fucked up.......we thought we were the masters of the universe, but all we are is the Masters of Our own Downfall.
HELL is where we deserve to be. Science will not save us. Religion will not save us. Politics will not save us. Sex will not save us. War will not save us. Alcohol and drugs will not save us.
We are trapped in an endless existance of consentual mutual masturbation that makes us feel good about ourselves.
Congratulations to you all. Welcome to Hell. This is where I live.
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
It's good to see that someone else has noticed another connection between money, women, shopping and sex.
Here is the link/address to the article :
And here is what I wrote in response on my Facebook :
Well this is very interesting - it supports a theory I have about shopping with women. When you both walk past that gorgeous clothes shop and you suddenly realised she's no longer beside you but back in the shop - go back into the shop yourself. it will surprise you how many admiring looks you get from other females in the shop. It's actually a three way compatibility- they get horny because you appreciate looking and touching female apparel, you get horny because the materials feel so damned good, and when she finally notices that you are brave enough to be in a woman's domain as she exits the change room - she gets horny too. I call that a win/win/win situation.
Monday, December 12, 2011
"newswithnipples" replied to my last comment almost immediately. But I believe that it validates exactly what I was alluding to.
Here is her reply :
"Get your hand off it. The comment you posted during the night was offensive and ridiculous and made very little sense. And then your “waaaaah why won’t you publish my comment” was also rejected because I don’t have to publish anything. It’s my blog. If you want to complain, use your own blog."
Woops, I need to add her "Subscription Policy" - classic journo' double talk :
"Hi! Thanks for subscribing to the News with Nipples. My favourite part of this blog is you, and I love the feedback I get on each post from people who agree, disagree, point out things I've missed or just want to crack a rude joke. I try to respond to every comment so that we have a conversation going, and I hope you will be a part of that conversation.
I moderate the comments so that there's no name-calling and everyone gets to have their say. If you're unsure about commenting, please check out my comment policy page.
Hope to hear from you soon,
Goodbye for now, I'm all done being rude for today.
If that is the case, I am actually rather delighted that :
a/ my comment was taken to be obscene and hurtful, or
b/ my comment was deemed not fit to publish because it was contrary to all other opinions.
That is not what I would call fair and unbiased journalism.
However, I will continue to debate and dissent.
Sunday, December 11, 2011
Exactly what I was wondering - why do you tell us guys this stuff ? A PhD and you call your audience 'guys'. Women are not guys, they are female. The first women to call an audience of any sex "guys" were lesbians back in the 90's. They said that to make them feel gender neutral - because they were afraid of being ostracized and they believed it was sooo 'touchy/feely'. Us 'guys' don't really wanna' hear this stuff, that's why we stand around at parties getting pissed and talking 'man' stuff like cars and guns and cunts. (Fuck yeah you heard me right - I can swear too!). We don't wanna' hear this stuff because the stuff that women waste time talking about, I call 'rabbiting'. You start a conversation about something and sidetrack somewhere else and then somewhere else and then somewhere else and eventually come back to the subject - but of course it's all connected to the same theme - and eventually you come back to the point you started on. It's what rabbits do - they take all that time digging all those burrows that connect back to the one place. But a man/bloke/guy just comes out and fucken' says it, gets a response and moves on. We cover more ground in 5 minutes than you will cover in 5 hours. That's what I meant when I said "I don't really give a rats toot" about who's doing what to whom and who's not paying.
I originally thought "news with nipples" was a clever pun on "news with balls" and it was actually written by a guy - woops, sorry, I meant 'man', but when you start demeaning your partner by calling him 'man friend' and dribble on about vomittng and shitting and your weird fashions I am repulsed.
I have also realised that having a PhD is not the same as having communication and life skills.
And, I am sorry if I have offended women, men, lesbians and journalists, but fuck me, get a life will ya'.
* Here is the address/link for the aforementioned article :
Sunday, November 27, 2011
In the beginning of the film Barton is clearly overwhelmed by the reaction of the audience to his Broadway play, in fact he is confused by the praise for what he considers to be a rather mediocre attempt. He is persuaded to go to Hollywood with promises of more fame and fortune, but is unsure how to present himself and even if he can improve the callibre of his work.
He is afraid that he will have to compromise his work ethic and quickly learns that from here on he will be owned by the studio. It is clear from the moment he enters the hotel that he has entered an alternate reality. The place appears to be dead, quite and deserted - even the front desk is unattended, until the clerk emerges into the scene from below/underneath/underground. Chet is in fact the doorman for the gate to hell. Little does Barton realise that he has already sold his soul to the devil and that his neighbour is the demon who will guide him to destruction.
Notice, that many of the paintings and pictures in the background scenery depict the backs of people as though they are leaving the scene. Even the picture on the wall of his room shows the back of a woman looking some where else. It is as though everything is reversed, a mirror image of reality. This is the only view that he has in his room of the outside world, and it troubles him. It is as though nobody wants to be here, or are all on their way to another place. The only evidence of other occupants is their shoes in the hallway and the screams and moans of pain coming through his walls. In fact, the place is so hot that even the paper peels off the wall and mosquitoes (which are uncommon to the area) feed off his blood.
He is existing in an alternate reality. In the restaurant he enters, the large mural in the background shows a name/word clearly spelt backwards, but also reversed. He is suffering from writers block but his devilish but likeable neighbour becomes his muse. He is writing a screenplay for a wrestling movie, but in reality, he is wrestling with the devil for control of his soul.
It is only after he takes another writer's lover for his muse that his neighbour becomes jealous and conspires with him to dispose of the evidence of the murder he has apparently committed. The fight for his soul has reached a new level and the pain and anguish he feels is punched out on his typewriter into a new screenplay.
Meanwhile, he has been left with an object in a box by his neigbour that may or may not be a head. He is reluctant to open it because it does not belong with him, but he carries it for the rest of the movie - in fact, he will probably carry it with him for the rest of his life - it is his soul, and he cannot get it back, he has already crossed to the other side.
His neighbour repeatedly tells him that he does "not listen" and the studio boss tells him that he will now be owned by them until he learns his lesson.
In the final scenes he is walking along the beach and is confronted by a beautiful woman, but he cannot hear what she is saying to him. As she sits on the sand and looks out to sea, he realises that she is the same woman from the picture in his room and it is the same view. He is now looking at reality from the other side, again - as he was in his room. He tells her that he does not know what is in the box or even if it belongs to him, which seems ironic, considering that his murdering neighbour has admitted with a smile that it really does not belong to him either.
*At this moment I want to pause and reflect on two points often raised by critics of the film.
The first concerns the rolling bedknob when his neighbour frees him from being handcuffed to the bed. There appears to be a mistake in the editing - but, I believe it is done deliberately. The bedknob rolls across the floor without its stem attached, but, this is an allegory for the decapitation of a human head from its neck - notice that the rolling knob is stained heavily as though it had blood on it.
And, the second concerns the final scene of the film as the woman sits on the beach looking out to sea. The Coen Brothers claim that the bird diving into the water was accidental. I believe not - they are playing with the audience. If you watch carefully, that bird does not dive into the water, but falls into the water and lies there - just as a dead bird would. I think that this represents the fact that everything around him is illusory and dead.......Barton is already in Hell.
Saturday, November 12, 2011
Titled "Life's a Bitch - The Schapelle Defence".
On re-reading I decided that it was in bad taste.
I have taken the post down, and re-written it, because I feel I may have offended the wrong people.
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
In fact, I am willing to sleep my way to the bottom just to be unpopular.
I could have posted this to my twitter blogg or my facebook blogg or my linkedin blogg but I decided that if my big brother can close down Wikileaks he can close me down.
So I decided that this time I really want to go public and to hell with anonymity.
The link associated with this article makes the hairs crawl up my back and now I'm going to have to buy a longer shaver.
Wot the hell is happening here ? I call it the 'Schapelle Defence'.
I'm sick of all the bleeding hearts screaming for the release of Corby and now I'm sick of the same bleeders screaming for the release of this under-age adult!
I still find it hard to believe that Corby could not feel the difference in weight in her boogie bag when she passed through customs - how many kilo's was that *(google it) ?
And now I find that I will soon be able to buy a book that spills the beans on the whole Corby Operation. Gimme' a break! If YOU had ever held a kilo of dope in your hand you would know it.
But I must admit that every time I see a photo of the student 'Beauty Therapist' with those beautiful deep blue eyes, I feel so sorry for her. (but at least I'm not getting humped by my asian lesbian lover in a sewer pit in a foreign jail).
I'm getting pretty sick of all the media blitz attempts to free her - goddam it - I want her lawyer working for me on a sympathy card.
Which brings me back to the issue of this mini-adult who claims he bought some dope off a peddler because he felt sorry for the dude's circumstances. *(google that too - it's old news!).
I'm sick of all the rhetoric and hyperbole. Please give me a media consultant who can save my arse like that!
From the minute I heard of his arrest, and the minute I heard of her arrest all those years ago - I thought it just possible that she and him may be guilty, but I also know that the media distorts the facts. And after all the pathetic attempts by her lawyer to free her, I just know that both of their lawyers are media leeches who know how to suck.
I don't really believe that the news media think they are both innocent - they know how to maintain interest in a myth that has already passed it's two weeks lead time. This issue is not about freeing the innocent but about improving the status of the news media. They would like us to think that they have a duty to keep us informed but they really think we are dumb bunnies.
I fail to understand that me, as an average citizen can remember all the background to both of these events, and yet the media keeps re-releasing history as if they have suddenly discovered new facts.
It is no wonder that people like Murdoch and his Ranga minion are running for cover - their time is up......they live in the realm of dinosuars - they would be extinct were it not for them incubating the sensationalism they thrive on.
But, the more I follow this pathos the more I wanna' head for the urinal and lurch my innards.
I'm a dad. I have a 30 year old daughter and a 20 year old son. I'm a little bored right now and my drug dealing business is being taxed out of existence (joke!). Maybe I need some new recruits. Hey, I got a great idea : I'm gonna' run a drug business through my surfboard rental business *(google that!) and conscript all my family to run drugs for me.
Or, maybe I'll take my family overseas and on entering their country through their passport gates I will suddenly become blind and fail to read their drug warning signs. Yeah, that's real cool - my son or daughter will get arrested.......but not me.
I have one word to say to those parents - "weasels".
But do you know why I'm really peeved? Not because my kids got caught. But because I can't milk enough money out of this FOR ME.
I had a lawyer once who was very good at keeping people out of jail, he's famous now - he went down big time for playing in the deep end - he's gonna' spend the rest of his life trying to restore his chameleon reputation.
I am now witnessing two pathetic attempts by two alleged pack mules to get their lives back.
They probably never will - but their lawyers will make enough money out of this to give themselves many lives. I would like both of their lawyers to ask each of these parents why they let their children do this.
This is a perfect example of misplaced parenthood. This is another perfect example of why our civilization is going to hell on a long train with too many carriges that are losing their wheels.
If my son or daughter went overseas and didn't heed the warnings and now face doing time for the crime; I would probably want to neck myself for not being a diligent parent.
But I find that it's getting hard for me to forgive those who f..k up on purpose. If I was walking down your street and wanted to f..k up your neighbourhood and you happened to walk into me and look in my eyes - would you try and stop me?
Do you even know what EVIL looks like ?
I can read the signs. They are put in very simple language for any idiot to understand.
I'm an idiot - but what does that make you?
Life's a Bitch - The Schapelle Defence.
Maybe I deserve this version of Hell because someone thinks they found me out. Well let me shake your hand. Congratulations pissant; you think that by putting me down you've managed to solve the problems of the world. Good on ya' dude - you're a hero.
Now that you've put my lights out you won't be blinded by the glare of me driving into you're insanity.
I say : punish them........................make an example of them. Have the intestinal fortitude to enforce your countries rules. Don't be swayed by the Ranga Ragings of the bleeding hearts.
There are too many people juggling small balls who think they can play the maracca's. It's only after Schapelle's dad passed away that a book is about to be published spilling the beans on his alleged operation.
And it's sad to hear that the youngster accused of buying drugs off some destitute pedlar breaks into tears when he finds that he may spend the next three months in a Bali sewer......um, excuse me, but where the hell were his parents when he passed through customs - did not anyone notice the signs!
I'm sure that his parents are in tears as well - it must be a very uncomfortable feeling that that cute little arse of his that you wiped and powdered after he shit himself as a baby is going to get reamed by some soul-less peadophile with no conscience.
I would be entirely satisfied if both of his parents offered to do his time - it's not really his fault - he thought this was acceptable behaviour. If that is considered normal - HOW THE HELL DO THEY LEAD THEIR LIVES?
I think 3 months is adequate punishment for the poor dude - it's gonna' make a great book.
P.S. - If I catch you walking down the wrong side of the of the footpath directly into my face you are going to have a problem. God-damn it bitch, it's easier to drive a car than it is to walk, and you certainly can't drive.
Get outa' my face. Go pick on someone you know you can beat - stop bending my boundaries.
P.S.S - If I suddenly lose all of my friends on facebook, twitter and google - I know that you have read this and I've hurt your little feelings.
Love you all.
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Please don't worry about me - I just don't care; or as one of my friends said - "Care Factor Zero."
I think Arthur Schopenhauer may have been similarly disturbed by his envirionment when he said - "The world is my idea of it".......... now that makes me feel comfortable as I deal with my angst.
Sometimes I just expect a simple answer to my quest before I leave this mortal coil, but I am relieved that greater men than me have also grappled with the illusion that we are all on the wrong track to discover our purpose in life.
The sad thing is, that most of them died trying to resolve the paradox and the remainder went insane trying to reconcile the oddities of our existence over the last 3000 years. So, in an attempt to prove that we have all taken the wrong path to enlightenment, I wish to summarise (from my knowledge of history) the complexities of their views on existence presented in alphabetical order by name. I do this in sequence because it seems to be the only orderly, factual way to present the evidence that will highlight this insanity we call 'living'.
Anaximenes believed the world is air.
Arendt belived that the philoshopher is an expert in thinking but not in judging.
Berkeley (Archbishop) said the world is just God's thought of it and would go away if God blinked.
Camus wrote "There is but one truly serious philosophical problem and that is suicide."
Debord killed himself in order to end the suffering caused to his nerves by excessive drinking.
Deleuze wrote "It is organisms that die, not life".
Democritus said that the world is made of infinetly many atoms that move in a sea of void.
Descartes believed the world is both mind and matter - the human brain's pineal gland connects the two.
Einstein tried to prove that the world is a great store of energy and that matter or mass converts to energy or vice versa.
Emerson (Ralph Waldo) grieved that grief could teach him nothing. "Nothing is left us now but death. We look to that with a grim satisfaction, saying, There at least is reality that will not dodge us".
Foucalt was interested in the care of the self as a practice of freedom, as something formed and developed: a legitimate strangeness. He said : "Given that I am who I am, whom can I fuck."
Heidegger believed that the Self can only become what it truly is through the confrontation with death.
Heraclitus said the world is fire. He said : "Souls have a sense of smell in Hades".
Kaluza added a fith dimension that included gravity fluid and electromagnetic fluid.
Kant decided that the world is the senseless goo that excites our senses but that we look at the goo through glasses coloured with the abstact notions of time and space, cause and effect.
Leibniz said the world is an infinite set of smart but small mathematical points (monads).
Meno casts the world as a compressible flowing fluid made of tiny spinning gyroscopes (gyrons) that give electricity when accelerated and magnetism when rotated.
Montaigne said : "He who has learned to die has unlearned to be a slave".
Michell showed in 1784 that a big enough star could act as dark star and attract back it's own light.
Maxwell decided the world as an electromagnetic fluid.
Nietzsche (full of parody) wrote : "One pays dearly for being immortal, one has to die several times while alive".......and....... "Some men are born posthumously".
Novalis espoused 'magic idealism' with the premise that "the world is animated by me".
Parmenides was the first to say that the earth is a sphere - it is a big stable ball of matter.
Pythagoras proposed that the world was math. Even numbers were female and odd numbers were male.
Santayana once said : "I don't know whether to get married or buy a dog".
Schopenhauer agreed with Kant's goo but said that the world is will - each of us get one special peek at the naked goo itself. "We begin in the madness of carnal desire and the transport of voluptuousness, we end in the dissolution of all our parts and the musty stench of corpses".
Schroedinger showed that how matter waves move in time depends on how matter concentrates in space.
Socrates insisted that "True philosophers make dying their profession".
Spinoza belived the world is the pure substance - God.
Thales of Greece said that the world is made of water (he also founded modern finance by buying a forward contract that gave him control of the following year's olive presses).
Wheeler believed that the universe rewards the biggest stars and space objects by turning them into black holes.
........ *now, the one thing I've learnt from my history lesson is that I've learnt two things about my concept of identity. Which of course leaves me in a quandary as to my true position in Self.
So if I am going to wrestle with the relevance of whether my existence is necessary or important, I should learn a lesson from all those greater minds who preceeded mine. They also struggled to find solace but fought the battle all their life. I think the only way anyone found the answer was to die - but life is too precious, and the answer still needs to be found.
So how do I find my inner peace ? How do you find yours ? I think humour and validation help. My two favourite philosophers from this list who taught me would have to be Focault espousing validation and Santayana embracing humour.
But, the real thing that keeps me fighting to stay here as a living, participating, suffering individual - maybe, just like the rest of you; is something that Democritus said :
"By convention sweet and by convention bitter, by convention hot, by convention cold, by convention colour: in reality there are only atoms and void".
*(I would like to thank Simon Critchley, author of "The Book of Dead Philosophers", and Bart Kosko, author of "Fuzzy Future" for providing some of the facts presented in this article).
Friday, November 4, 2011
Gee, that sounds hippie-ish.
It's a new word. I just need to prod. Where did the reactionaries go ?
I just waited 2 days and didn't get a reaction - are your downloads slow? Or do you really not care?
I'm feeling socially connected. I need this conection. I'm disconnected from the mainstream and I'm figuring you may connect me with reality.
Woops - I may have missed the boat. Or I didn't know how to buy a ticket.
Nup. That's not the point. Iwasn't even eligible for a ticket - I don't meet their criteria.
I posted this here because Facebook would not publish my post.
I'm actually impressed because I've been censored - and that's my point. You all keep on using a second or third party to voice opinions - but that is not YOU.
If you are really peeved; you understand how the network works. And, if you aren't peeved, you aren't paying attention.
Hey there Man, wake up. If you have never talked to your neighbours, what the the frick do you think you are gonna' offer the rest of the world. For Christ's sake, at least talk to your neighbour when you share the ritual of leaving your refuse on the street. We are all polluters - we may as well relish all rolling in the stink together.
But; I need to admit that I am as guilty as you - I discard my waste, but no one accepts it all without a cost, and no one accepts just a small part of it unless they can see a profit.
............*this took too long to write and I'm running out of time because Facebook has a limit and so does Twitter and so does my web provider (a drop-out usually occurs when I think I'm on a roll)! In fact - everyone has got a limit. The problem I have is that they have boundaries and I don't.
They seem to be able to enforce theirs and I can't. It seems ironic that the more socially connected I try to become, the more socially dissorientated I become.
The opinion police will not walk in here now and close me down - they would like me to think this but it will not happen. It is my choice to wear a condom to protect you from insemination - but you wanted me there. Does encouragement predetermine intent (*where the hell is my spell check?)
God-amn this. My point is : "Why are you wasting your time telling third party media to contact me?"
Take the power away from them - just call me! If illusion is your moniker, you will die in disguise.
If you haven't got the courage to call me - then f..k off.....you have been sucked into the machine and I don't want to deal with you. Go away and read books by Naom Chomsky or Ambrose Briece.
Give me an opinion - don't give me head.
The internet would like to make you feel that you are part of the new world community. That's realy cool for them and the networking, webworking community just love making you feel comfortable and looked after - just like a pedophile offering you a comfort zone.
F..k the world community. Stop making me feel guilty because I can't contribute. I'm not really concerned about how the rest of the world keeps pumping out beautiful innocent newborns. May God help them. I'm really concerned about conspiracies regarding Thalidomide and the Nazis and Three eyed fish and and the Masons and all the other weird insecurities and possibilities fostered by the media that make us feel like we are all smothered in the Big Blanket supplied by the Big Brother.
*Please wake up - this is not old man's talk - this is reality : If you do not recognise the events of history, you are condemned to repeat the mistakes ~!
I'm sick of being cold. I'm sick of feeling like an Emporer (?) Penguin. - Big, brave, caring, scared and confused and facing extinction.
What have you done to my community? What have you done to my envirionment? You marketing leviathans (?).
Damn your sales technique. Damn your advertisements. Damn your preying on my insecurities. Damn you playing with government taxes. Damn you for f..king with my life.
I'm sick and tired, oh I'm sick and tired (may god bless you Anastacia).
I give up. You are all too big for me. You know that there is a sucker born every minute - and you just love 'em. Good on you, you currency vampires.
At the end of the day.....no, that's a beaten turn of phrase. At the end of your last smack, or the end of your last toke, or the end of your last f..k, or the end of your last beat; you really are zilch. You are going outa' here in a cheap arse pine box and you can't fit everything in it that you worked for for all of your life.
Maybe you consider yourself now dead. Good. Sorry that you are gone. I miss you.
I apologise to you that I really didn't take the time to understand what you were trying to say - it was my fault that I didn't want to accept your apology.
I just think that it's all crapp, and the longer you keep this up, the more I'm going to keep this up.
****Keep this up. You manipulative bastards. I know history. So do you.
"It is a beautiful thing to gain a victory un-opposed; but the victor will forever live under skirts"
(re: goblinono. \Today,2011)
I love you all, but some of you are a pain in the arse.
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
1. The Chair
2. The Toilet
3. The Gun
(The following is not necessarily factual, nor accurately researched. It is my opinion.)
1. The Chair - The Beginning of Civilization.
Since the dawn of man's time in primitive society he and she have strived to maintain the essentials to eat, sleep, procreate and be comfortable. Contemplating his universe seated on a rock, log or leafy bough proved to be a rough, hard existence. It was also becoming difficult to maintain order at meetings when he could not sit in a place reflecting his authority. He also needed something that was portable and individual, but was suitably elevated and adorned so as to convey his importance.
It also had to be light, elevated and structurally sound. Another necessity had been added to primitive man's needs - authority. He became the 'chairman' and in doing so he heralded in the engineering age.
When a variety of articles and objects had been duly collected and assembled they were all tested for practicality, strength and durabilty. It was eventually evident that the best structure had six components - four legs, a base and a back. Two legs only would wobble, three legs would not stand on a slope; but four legs placed under each corner of a square base was most stable for standing on an irregular surface. This basic understanding of equidistance and angle led to the discipline of trigonometry as used in building.
Now that 'chairman' man had the psychological advantage of height, safety, comfort and a manouverable structure he realised that through the principles of manipulation and multiplication he could duplicate and enlarge any thing he built.
He sat down to think.
2. The Toilet - The Middle of Civilization.
Ancient man is portrayed as a primitive species roaming the lands to eke a meagre existence as either a hunter or a gatherer. Staying alive depended on his or her ability to live off the fruits of nature through scavenging and foraging. He was essentially homeless.
It is not clear if the job deliniation between hunter and gatherer was as distintinctive as the gender difference but it probably made sense for the child bearers and food preparers to hang around the camp while the weapon wielders chased prey.
Sometime between then and now things changed. Urbanization forced the sexes to share roles and even the traditional role titles changed. Man is now the hunter/gatherer and woman is the spender/collector. (This theory can be tested at any shopping mall during the day when men are at work and women are at play, exhibiting a different type of work behaviour - homemaking.)
A long time ago, someone decided they wanted the comforts of home. It was becoming too hard lugging all this equipment, lodgings, supplies and families across the countryside. It was about time for some permanency. There simply came a time when woman said, "bugger this, you go out and fight and hunt, I'm staying home". And she did - she sat right there on the chair.
Before long, the need to urinate inspired her to consider what was to become the next stage of civilization. There was, after all, only one clear difference between the versatility of man's ability to pee, and woman's. He could stand anywhere, anytime, without discretion whilst she needed a discreet place to squat. The chair soon acquired a hole in its base and a curtain surrounded the legs. A lengthier curtain allowed a man to stand in privacy, and the enclosed area soon became a closet and then a room.
The smallest room in the house soon became the most popular and most unhygenic. The need for privacy also necessitated increased housework and awareness of disease. Hunting and gathering was now supplemented with domesticity for part of the human race.
The chairman/woman of the builders and duplicators soon realized the need for many more water closets and many more houses and set about finding ways to capitalize on the developing industry. A basic understanding of the principles of necessity, availability and desire helped with the marketing and advertising that was now necessary to sell the idea of the utopian urban metropolis.
3. The Gun - The End of civilization.
When man became accustomed to hoarding all his possessions in one place he needed to know they were safe. Accumulating all this stuff was a lot of work and that seemed to make it valuable - it needed to be protected and he needed a bigger stick to ward off the competition. Throwing rocks was no longer effective, the enemy just threw them back and standing at his door brandishing a stick was just encouraging close armed combat. A better deterent would be fire on the end of a stick - a firearm.
Once man learnt to combine the skills of rock throwing, stick waving and gunpowder, his superiority was assured. The physcological tactics of primitive combat necessary in the face of the enemy no longer applied when the weapon could kill from afar - it could mean an instant, indiscriminate, silent death.A better understanding of explosives, ballistics and manufacturing soon led him to develop a deadly array of weapons all based on the original firestick. He no longer needed to be a hunter or a gatherer, everyone could stay with the comforts of home, and spend and collect. His primitive days were over, he had a gun, he had the authority and someone needed to be told.
He sat down to think.