sczitdamn

2012-02-11T00:50:00.000+11:00

We bide our time alone, with angels by our side
But we don't hear, because we can't see.
We live a meagre reality, because it's all we can feel.

One daily time alone, it's all we can be
Too afraid to compensate, too tired to be free.
Working hard to see what is real.

We shed our skins, trying to rejuvenate
Whatever it is that to keep us grounded,
Anything we have to feel well rounded.

And we fight the demons that cursed us since Adam
Found his Eve
Can we have permission to take our leave.

This mortal coil, anchors us to the earth
A serpentile foil, twisted in agony
Fighting our destiny that must be.

Cast me off to drift alone
Let me be - alone, to fight my fate
Solitary, guarded, holding my fort as a last resort.

Schettino Shits Himself

2012-01-16T22:51:00.000+11:00

This is my response to the tragedy involving the Cruise Ship - Costa Concordia, over 4000 lives at the risk, and the Captain, Francesco Schettino.

The article is at : http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-europe-16563562

" Leeme' see here: The Captain, Francesco Schettino was originally an Officer in charge of security in 2002. In 2006 he became a Captain after undergoing "....a continuous programme of training.....". (he passed all the required checks), and this was the first night of the cruise. Now, from my understanding - these ships are guided by computer along a pre-designated course, the waters have already been accurately charted and the ship must remain within its designated cruise path - that has already been deemed safe by surveys, satellite and previous cruises. For him to say - "the rocks should not have been there"- is freakin' ridiculous. (Do rocks move ?). This tragedy could have been avoided, had he been a REAL Captain and undergone years of meticulous training and practice. NO. This is the result of "Training and Assessment" - because he met the required 'competencies' in his class attendance for "Cruise Ship Captain 101". ! He is trying to cover his own arse, when in fact he should be consulting his lawyer and SUING his employer for incompetency in allowing an 'incompetent' person to have the responsibility for over 4000 lives. Your local Busdriver would do better than this incompetent prick. He should be tied to a chair on a long rope and repeatedly dunked in the ocean until he drowns.............and the shareholders of this business should sell immediately and force the company into bankruptcy. But -I gotta' laugh because Schettino at this moment is really Schetting Himself."

BBC News - Costa Concordia: Maps and figures

www.bbc.co.uk

Maps and graphics about the Costa Concordia cruise ship, which ran aground off Italy's west coast with 4,000 on board.

Marilyn Monroe

2012-01-08T20:27:00.001+11:00

I posted this comment in relation to an article titled : "Unsexing Marilyn" at this address

http://www.nybooks.com/blogs/nyrblog/2012/jan/05/unsexing-marilyn/?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+nybooks+%28The+New+York+Review+of+Books%29&utm_content=Google+Feedfetcher

"It's nonsense that MM is always portrayed as "she couldn't act". Motion Pictures are for actors. MM was too natural to be ordered to act. So many takes were required because the director always required her to 'act'. She lived with the constant frustration of not being portrayed as a 'serious' actress. She was very well read and trained, but she was so genuinely 'sexy' that the camera had difficulty catching the true moments of her act. I agree that in "Some Like it Hot" and "The Seven Year Itch" she simply oozed sex and that was part of the problem , her co-stars could not match/compete with the aura she projected. "The Misfits" was truly her greatest moment in cinema. Her portrayal is so feminine and alluring that her famous co-stars become insignificant to the story. She takes over the complete film, she oozes womanhood and emotion, making everyone else in the film (except the horses) seem so wooden and devoid of feeling. A great persona, just too great to be captured by the humble camera."

The Russians Kill a Dog

2011-12-25T23:07:00.000+11:00

The most important thing about this news article, is that the owner of the house will be compensated ? Wot ? You mean that he'll get a VCR of "Close Encounters of the Third Kind' and a year's free supply of Vodka and a title to 1000 hectares of desolate Tundra.I think it would be more fun sending what remains of the Russian Army to pillage his Village and rape every female and male under the age of 14. That'll show the fucken' dissisdents who's the Boss. What really makes me roll all over the floor in laughter spilling my JD - is that the Russians were the first to send a living species into space. It was a DOG - and it died. That's really brave of you sick bastards. And while I'm on the subject of ignorance......Why the fuck did you extinguish the Romanov Blood Line.. The Last best thing you ever did was NOT let Napoleon conquer Moscow with over 140,000 troops. You made the poor bastard walk all the way back home - losing 100,000 toops to frostbite and starvation and with no boots to walk in. The Second best thing you ever did was make an alcoholic drink called "ABSALUTE CUT".....but, you poor fuckers can't even spell.....you shouda' called it "ABSOLUTE CUNT" ----- I woulda' drunk to that !

Space debris in Cosmonaut Street

www.bbc.co.uk

Fragments of a Russian satellite that failed to launch properly have fallen in a street named after cosmonauts in a remote Siberian village, residents say.

I Had A Dream - (re: bikerMetric)

2011-12-24T04:51:00.000+11:00

I would like to thank BIKERMETRIC for returning this to me.......I wrote this in response to an article they posted - ( an article I hope I can link to this for your benefit ).

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 :

December 21, 2010 1:34 PM
Spirukas Goblinonosaid...: I had a dream too. I dreamt that people took to the streets, overturned authority, stopped paying banks back what they owed, stopped buying all the shit they really didn't need that was overpriced anyway,turned their housing estates into small self sufficient communities, stopped immigration and emigration, bought only locally made goods, sold their cars, took over the petrol companies and all bought motorcycles. The established bikie gangs stopped infighting and pledged to look after the new age of each independent homesteader and community - they have the werapons and organisation to rule and judge effectively.And then we rounded up all the rich bastards and bitches who started this financial crisis in the great age of advertising and mass production back in the years after the 2nd world war, and hung them all on crosses all over the countryside-alive! and let all the animals of the world feed on the scumbags. Then we left the cities to crumble and decay amongst the weeds and roots and trees that eventually broke down the mega concrete and steel sructures. We outlawed pornography to protect our children and used the gift of the World Wide Web for our benefit to spread the word of revolution and peace.
I dreamt that this all took place within 5 years and that I was the one who started the revolution that saved our planet and returned it back to the forces of nature and the wild beasts.
I also dreamt that there was no God except us and that WE need to make the right choices to protect this planet in honour of all the people who died in vain because they had no support.
I awoke startled and joyous - because WE are the 99 percenters and we outnumber them 100 to one.
And then I cried with happiness at what could so easily be achieved if we all just stopped being so scared of the enigma of the Big Brother.

* I am so wasted at 4.41 in the morning that I hope I can post this right - Thank you.

Easier Water Sales

2011-12-21T00:39:00.000+11:00

I just had to reply to this NEWS item, because it's way too late for me to be upset like this.

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.

What 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.
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".

Feinstein earmark quietly paves way for easier water sales | McClatchy

www.mcclatchydc.com

Democratic Sen. Dianne Feinstein quietly used a $915 billion spending bill to accomplish a long-standing and, in some circles, controversial goal of easing Central Valley water sales.

Welcome to Hell

2011-12-16T01:27:00.004+11:00

I feel so comfy that all this digital web networking that I put so much effort into is really touching readers' hearts and souls. I acknowledge that no one actually reads this because they are all so busy wading through all the trivia of today and the porn and the pointless emails that they feel so obligated to reply to because they sooo need to feel wanted and listened too.

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.

Women, Shopping and Sex

2011-12-13T20:49:00.002+11:00

This article got me really excited, not just because I have a secret love of watching women shop, but because I have a secret hate of the guys who wait patiently outside- looking and feeling like real dorks.

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 :

http://www.watoday.com.au/opinion/society-and-culture/what-women-want-and-why-we-might-be-compatible-after-all-20111212-1orgm.html

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.

Awaiting Moderation Part 2

2011-12-12T15:42:00.004+11:00

Wow, I must have hit a nerve.

"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."

Congratulations.

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,
Kim."

Goodbye for now, I'm all done being rude for today.

Awaiting Moderation

2011-12-12T15:10:00.004+11:00

As an addendum to my last post "News With Balls", it appears that my comment to "newswithnipples" is either still awaiting moderation or will never be added to that blogg's comments.

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.

My Regards.

News With Balls

2011-12-11T22:01:00.006+11:00

I was so incensed by a blogg site called "Newswithnipples" and the fact that I now feel such an idiot for following it on 'Twitter' that I posted the following reply to the twat that tweets so much inconsequential nonsense :

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 :
http://newswithnipples.com/2011/12/11/the-final-wedding/#comment-10195

Barton Fink

2011-11-27T23:53:00.002+11:00

Having just watched the Coen Brothers film, "Barton Fink", and then researching comments on the web regarding this production, I have a few comments to add about the film that others seem to have missed.

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.

Moderation is Necessary

2011-11-12T10:02:00.004+11:00

I recently posted my comments here regarding a delicate human rights issue.

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.

My apologies.

Life's a Bitch - The Schapelle Defence

2011-11-09T21:48:00.007+11:00

I am not willing to sleep my way to the top to be popular, (..it's a good song - google it).

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.

My Fuzzy World.

2011-11-08T22:58:00.002+11:00

Had you been reading my attempted dialogue with the World Wide Web of late, you may have sensed a tone of confusion permeating my diatribes. You may even have been thinking that I've lost touch with reality.

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).

Hey there Man - Wake up

2011-11-04T02:33:00.005+11:00

Hello folks.

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.

The Short History of Civilization.

2011-06-21T19:28:00.028+10:00

The Short History of Civilization.

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.

My Dog will Guard My Place

2010-12-12T23:21:00.003+11:00

My Zoe Dog willingly rolls over on her back , spreads her legs and wants me to rub her tummy. I approach this situation with caution. I ask myself, what is in it for her what is in it for me? My dog is not holding a gun to my head, she is not holding me for ransom, she does not require love to live. She gladly accepts my care and attention to her needs - she does not whine or upset my equilibrium to let me give her love. She totally accepts my attention, or lack of. When I look in her doleful eyes, I feel joy and sadness that she willingly accepts my love regardless.

It seems strange that I can deserve the love from an animal.

For all the inabilities that restrict my acceptance of my rightful place on this earth - I never cease to wonder why my pet shows endless obedience and devotion to the 85% bag of liquid that I call me.

I call her 'Little Wolf' because she would sacrifice her life to protect me, but I continually disappoint myself in my efforts to prove that I can even protect myself. I have been so disciplined to accept that I am a subservient to the debilitating training program of the human race, that I momentarily forget my duty to care for for those who become victims of my inability to give love.

Why does it seem so easy to share my heart with an animal when I feel so alienated from the human race? She accepts the fact that I have the ability to kick her around the room like a football, but I know that when she folds hers her ears back - she is scared - and I know that she needs my assurance that everything is OK even though I'm pacing the room as though there are demons pursuing my soul and the end is nigh.

If I were to die comatose on the floor, trying to breathe, spewing up my soul; do I lie here gasping and sucking my last breath through a haze of confusion because of my inability to accept that no one said "thank you".....?

No. There are not many who will appreciate my contribution, and there are not many who will sit with me while I pass away and lick my face while I die.

My Dog does not ask much - in fact she asks nothing at all - except allegiance - she would rather die for my cause than me.

I am continually at a loss to understand why my dog will accept my faults and indiscretions and the human race will not. But I will not relinquish the capacity that I have, to extend my compassion for the inadequacies that I have the inability to control, understand or appreciate.

When I die; I will feel the moist licks of my dog most.

Most of humanity will be to too ready to judge me, or praise me, or condemn me, or pity me, or dip their grubby little paws into the meager goldmine that will pass to my descendants.

My dog, and only my dog, will lie beside me and guard me from predators - she has an innate understanding of how precious I am. She will kiss me and protect me because I gave my life to her.

Even when I am gasping my last breaths and cannot stroke her head as I am dead, my dog will guard and protect what she knows is precious and she will not let you near my stagnant body as I regretfully pass from here to there.

Even when I exit from here - my dog will guard my place.

Every Woman's Guide to Man Training

2010-11-30T21:27:00.005+11:00

I am not writing this because I want you to hear. I am writing this because I believe it is right. I will write the truth as I see it; not as other people wish it to be to be seen. (Thank you John Scopes).

No man ever went to war on his own accord - he felt is was his duty.

Neville Chamberlain said, in 1938 - "In war, whichever side may call itself the victor, there are no winners, but all are losers". Neville proudly led Britain into World War II and resigned in 1940 after Germany invaded Norway.

Neville's wife, Anne, married him in 1911. He was already a successful business man and had sincerely expected to remain a bachelor and he often said that he never would have become Prime Minister without her support. Her main claim to fame was that she created a bright border of flowers to replace the drab London shrubs at No.10, Downing Street.

Now I'm not going to go on about the second war because that was the only thing of any significance that happened as a result of the first war, but I wonder what mysteries lurk beneath the motives for all the political maneuverings and human carnage.

As I often do when I am amazed and disillusioned by the incapacity of the human race to prove that it is not actually the 'inhuman race' in its race to prove that it is genuinely compassionate towards its fellow members, I begin to wonder why we bother to wage war.

History shows me that war is traditionally waged to extend or protect geographical boundaries. Every nation has a sovereign right to safeguard its inhabitants and allow them freedom of expression and trade. But why? Most of the physical attributes that delineate the areas of individual trading zones that we so often call countries, were decided hundreds of years ago. Because the threat of military annihilation has manipulated many small countries into subservience, they no longer have the will to improve their situation or the leverage to manipulate a more favourable position.

So it seems that any new wars are not really about physical expansion but more about freedom of expression - and to me that is exactly the situation that mirrors the "Battle of the Sexes".

There was once a popular author who theorised that Men were from Mars and Woman from Venus - I wish to dispute this. Women are not from Venus, that is a myth perpetuated by the propaganda Gods of the War Machine to placate the male model of the humanoid. No they are not from Venus, they aren't even from this solar system. They originate from some deep, dark distant cavern in the outskirts of the Universe called 'Manipulamano'.

Oh oh, I can feel the barbs of the femanoid rising to their defense and I sense their anticipation of the fight and the sweet thrill of satisfaction as they relish the agony they inflict on the manoid as he rides into battle with his balls in his hands and his guard down.

May God help us. He created Man in his own image and then ripped a rib out and created Woman and what did she do? She noticed that she had a few bumps and curves and orifices that were not quite structured in the traditionally accepted form of the breast thumping, ego breathing, dominating, appendage hanging, club swinging, foul smelling, undomesticated, hairy, unkempt version of the dick wielding, hole poking, self centered male beast.

Sometime around about the time when she figured out that the figurative fig leaf was scant protection against the throbbing gristle within the loin cloth it was decreed that if HE wanted IT, he was going to have to work for it. Hey, if you want this sweet little pussy to just roll on her back for a tummy rub, well goddamn it boy - you're gonna' work for it - and that's where the trouble started.

Now she wouldn't admit it and she certainly wouldn't say it but she had suddenly become afflicted with the malady of 'Dickus Envious' - (I'm sure Freud would be proud of me, but I disagree with his opinion that I want to get into my mum's knickers).

It became scathingly obvious to her that it was no longer acceptable to be wined and dined, beaten over the head and dragged off to a cave for a penile peccadillo. Things would have to change damn it. She was getting pretty sick and tired of being a collector gatherer, bending her arse over stupid little berries and vegies and washing loinclothes in the river in the pissing rain. And then she'd go back to the cave, hang a boiling pot of hash over a triangle of burning sticks and prepare to bend her arse over again so that the hairy old bastard could get his rocks off, fall into a restful sleep and disappear the next day into the wilderness to down a few of ales at the local Mammoth Slaying Mud Pit.

There just had to be a better way.

But I digress. What the hell was Annie Chamberlain doing planting pretty flowers when Neville was fighting the battle of his life to save his country. Come to think of it, what the hell was his opponents' current squeeze, Eva Braun, doing in the Bunker while Hitler was watching the size of his potential kingdom shrink as quick as his penis in a mousetrap. Or for that matter, lets go back a few centuries and observe a few other copulating examples of penile servitude and labial mastication. (I hope you're reading this Ms. Greer!).

What the hell was Napoleon Bonaparte thinking when he marched a few hundred thousand soldiers to Moscow, discovered that he probably couldn't get in and promptly turned around and marched his troops back home again - losing about half of them to death from the freezing cold or desertion? You call that man a conqueror - crap! He only had one thing on his mind : prove to that sweet little bitch, Antoinette, that his dick really could be massaged by his hand in his breast pocket because he was Emperor of the world! And the poor sucker died of lead poisoning - yeah sure - died from severe penile swelling caused by too much lead in his pencil because she wouldn't give over.

But I digress - again. The point is (and I admit the some of the facts as they are alleged to be, are deliberately distorted to protect the innocent), that I question what were the lovely beaus of these manly man weapon wielders were doing to the poor guys heads in the meantime.

It's strange that there are no armies comprising of women. Females don't appear to be sociologically inclined to band in groups, wield weapons and plunder, pillage and rape just to prove how tough they are - but they'd sure as hell be mean mother fuckers every fourth week. Many military complexities would occur when at any one time roughly 25% of them decided they just wanted to lie down and have a cup of tea and then at a moments notice, want to rip your balls off!

That's part of the beauty of the female race - they are just so unpredictable. But, beware, they have learned to compensate by exerting their biological mood swings in a manner that undermines the entire future of the male species.

Men need to be aware that they are the hapless victims of a sinister plot secretly waged by women to undermine their authority and their usefulness. Do not be distracted by the media hype declaring that men will soon become obsolete in their biological role as implanting seeds for their offspring - that is a clever ploy to encourage men to find new ways to entertain women to perpetuate the myth that they actually care about us.

Men have become subservient to the female aura - the mystery of the female orgasm has fostered the desire to prove that they can satisfy the female libido.In fact my research leads me to believe that men are inclined to believe that women are directly controlled by their regular biological and physical circumstances, that they are in fact slaves to their primitive genetic urge to seek out the best mate and reproduce - and that is all there is, everything else is an illusion.

An illusion! I hear you say - no surely not? Come on guys get your dick out of your hands and have a look around you. I'll summarize the schedule in point form as we follow the growth of the female from birth to death :

All babies cry when they are born only because they get a slap on the bum. Boys enjoy it - like "hey cool, I passed out for a bit - let's party". Girls cry because you disturbed their nap.

Little girls at kinder get jealous that they've got nothing to play with between their legs.

Little older girls at primary school wear dresses because they want to be able to show you (very quickly) that their knickers look real pretty.

Bigger little girls at secondary school have noticed the attention men give their mothers and mimic the preening, prancing, attention seeking habits their aging, strung-out, sexually frustrated role models exhibit.

At puberty, the mother lode take their innocent charges aside and relieve the stress of discovery of regular lunar inspired bleeding for the majority of their lives by delivering the news that they must be nice to find a nice man to breed with and have nice kids.

(Woops - that should be enough - where do the sweet innocents go from here?)

Suddenly, those lovely legs look even better with less knickers.

The discovery that she actually had the ability to restrict and regulate his copulating by feigning embarrassment over such a yucky thing as blood and such a silly thing as a headache.

The realization that multiple orifices seem to excite the male for no apparent reason offered a whole range of possibilities for male exhaustion and female multiplicity that do not lead to pregnancy but actually increase their status as playthings.

Awareness that boys like toys and seem to have control of their lives and girls can satisfy a demand that boys are willing to pay for.

The availability of sex toys that bypass the need for real penile penetration.

"Gee. I only have to open my legs and be able to cook a good meal and he'll do anything for me".

"Cool, I can stay home all day, not actually having a job and he will slave at the Mammoth Pit all day, make money, take me out, be polite just so he can slip that silly train in my tunnel and blow off some steam"

Pregnancy swells them to the size of a blithering, waddling, deformed, ugly, moody, baby mammoth and they wonder if they are still desirable.

After childbirth, the body does not quite return to its normal shape and it is suddenly apparent that there are other female predators taking an interest in their sperm store.

The post child female enrolls in the "Other Mothers Gossip Club" which is actually a pseudonym for "Lets Get Together and Share Stories of How I Fucked Over My Neanderthal Tosser For a Fortune Club" which is really a secret club called "Time for Another Drinkies Darling".

Lonely, sexually frustrated middle aged female pulls out all stops to recapture her youth by spending enough money on cosmetics, massages, joggers and lycra pants to put an entire generation of Nigerians through Medical School.

Consumption of alcoholic beverages increases to the point that her obstetrician starts wearing beer glass goggles so that she feels comfortable.

Suddenly it's no longer necessary to be a bitch because of the monthly cycle - now it's just good enough to be a bitch because they can.

And the most blessed thing of all - the dick wielding, chest beating behemoth doesn't realize that after working all his life for HER, he's going to die first, leaving her a vast fortune, house, car and retirement fund and complete unfettered access to all his desperately horny rich friends.

(Now that's a Wildlife Species Special I really wanna' see David Attenborough do!)

But I digress again. Although I still find it legally fascinating that you do more time in a personal prison for Divorce than you do in a real prison for Murder.

Are you beginning to see where this is heading - maybe not, okay.

Just remember one thing - there is a place in the universe that not many men understand, it is a place were few have the courage to go and few have had the opportunity to visit and return from unscathed. It is a place of confusion and delusion, a realm of deceit, a scene set for a disaster, a place where only the brave man will venture for fear of castration, and a place in a space that is a woman's place - and she wants it all.

And now I will take you back to the beginning.....watch the swinging watch and listen to my commands. When you awake, everything will be better once you listen to this:

Male and Female do no longer exhibit the accepted anthropological traits of Hunter, Gatherer, Collector, Nurturer (Margaret Mead - eat your heart out). We are now from here on in, only classified in TWO categories : Trainer and Fetcher.

The male has become a willing participant in the female training programme. Men are being trained to obey. Women don't really know what they want - all they know is that from the moment they are born, they don't have something men have - a PLAYTHING. So to compensate for their ignorantly self perceived deprivation they practice a game of manipulation and control. Face it, every girl wants to be a boy because he can DO things and GET things that she cannot conceive of and doesn't know how to get.

A women will spend her life not knowing what she really wants (she's not quite sure of her place in the world - evidenced by her obsession with cosmetic and fashion imagery and illusion). But she will spend an inordinate amount of time and energy searching for things that she thinks she might want.

The 'Man Training' programme is her way of controlling any situation to her advantage so that if, just on the off-chance that she finally does see something that she does want, the man who is so desperately clutching her bosom will not even question his motives, but instantly come to attention, chase and retrieve, just like a well trained pet.

Of course the root of the problem still remains nevertheless. She does not know what she wants, but as long as she has trained a man to fetch it, he will keep on fetching and providing even though it's not really necessary. Instinctively, his dick needs a home - and she knows it.

Now I am well aware that many will think that this all nonsense and I have no idea what I'm talking about. Well I am going to sum this all up with one example that I want Men and Women to think about.

When a man goes to stand and relieve himself in the toilet bowl, and the household members are also female; he instinctively knows (through diligent training) that he must lower the seat for the next delicate female derriere to comfortably position itself thereon in such a manner so that she will not soil her pretty little fingers by touching any part of the urinal lid or seat.

Well, f..k you princess, there's a new game in town, and you, bitch is gonna' learn it.

When a man goes for a piss, it doesn't matter if he splashes or squats, sprays or prays - all he's gotta' do afterwards is PUT THE SEAT DOWN AND THEN THE LID. The point being that she is now going to lift the lid herself - MAKE THE BITCHES WORK FOR IT. (she's going to have to DO something for HERSELF).

Besides which, you're covered dude. You put the lid down for hygiene purposes and you don't know who will be there next. This is ANTI-DISCRIMINATORY. Men should no longer be treated as lesser equals.I don't wanna put the seat down any more - "you freakin' do it". Goddamn it - I've never seen a female put the seat UP for me!

But, I digress again.

My point is that I need to remind you about the War, any Wars, all Wars. I don't think that Anne Chamberlain was really that happy with her garden out the front of No. 10 Downing Street. In fact, she probably wasn't really happy with the wedding ring, or the car, or the school the kids went to, or the fucking silver tea set, or her pissant (sic) husbands profession or handling of the country. No way was she happy with anything, but she knew she could be happier if she could get what she thought she wanted and she knew she had just the man to do it for her.

I can almost hear Barbara Bush whispering in hubbies ear - "I want Iraq". What the hell was Helen of Troy thinking, or Cleopatra or Mrs. Genghis Khan or Mrs. Stalin thinking, or Cherie Blair or Janette Howard or any of the other thousands of females who stood silently behind their powerful partners succinctly whispering sweet juicy promises of endless passion and devotion in return for a seat on the observation deck on the sinking stinking ship of greed.

Big things start off little. It doesn't take long for a female to realise that if a man can get her a bunch of flowers, he can get her a bunch of diamonds. If he can get her a piece of land and build a house, he can get her a country or few and all the chattels attached and maybe even an empire.

Female intuition is an amazing thing but their ability to survive, thrive and dominate is a terrifying thing - God help any man who incurs her wrath.

Beethoven's Ninth Symphony

2010-10-13T11:37:00.003+11:00

This comment by Goblinono originally appeared in response to "What Does Beethovens Ninth Symphony Mean?" published at - http://www.theatlantic.com/culture/archive/2010/09/what-does-beethovens-ninth-symphony-mean/62556/

"The little deaf fella' who pumped out this masterpiece on a piano with no legs had long admired the overtures of Scottish songsters. Beethoven was never comfortable with the resonance of the human voice and wrote this to be presented so near the top of the vocal range that it tends to outwit the performers. His inspiration was from poetry by Friedrich Schiller and he was probably trying to depict scenes of rapturous romance attuned to chaos and arousal. Unfortunately he died whilst working on his tenth symphony, which may have surpassed all his previous works because by now he was determined to overcome the restrictions of popular tonal laws. In considering his musical development he may well have topped himself trying to depict orgasm as his crowning achievement"

A Mathematical Twist

2010-10-12T13:12:00.010+11:00

This is Goblinono's response to an article "A Mathematical twist on the Fermi Paradox" from Discovery News at this address - http://news.discovery.com/space/a-mathematical-twist-on-the-fermi-paradox.html#mkcpgn=rssnws1

"Considering that our existence on this planet is probably the result of a random event that was a legacy of all the evolving forces of the universe, mathematically our existance should not exist in the realm of probability but in the realm of improbability. If we consider the size of the universe, its age and the direction of light travel (that depends of course on whether the universe is expanding or contracting!) and then factor in all the information about the universe that we are not yet privy to because of our young age and limited technology we may find that we are in fact THE ONLY incidence of a chance occurence in this great cosmological melting pot. The odds of this happening are incedibly high - and it seems to me that if the odds are so against this chance event, then we probably are THE ONLY civilization to have occured as a random event.

The essence of probability theory was developed in the 1600's from a partnership between a gambler (de Mere) and 2 mathematicians (Pascal and de Fermat) and it was postulated that if an event had a lesser chance than one in a hundred, then it probably would not happen.

There is also a mathematical problem presented by the 'inspection paradox' - the probability distribution of a quantity that has already started its life is shifted, leading to a larger average than would otherwise be expected. For example : when you wait for a bus, the distribution of bus interarrival times has already started.

In other words - if you were an apple in a bunch of apples inside a spinning bag hung from the ceiling it would be hard to be objective about your position unless you removed yourself from the bag - and then you would no longer be included in the sample you were studying - so the odds have changed yet again!"

Launch their Hearts

2010-10-11T14:51:00.003+11:00

This is a comment posted by Goblinono in response to an article "Brain Freezer claims secret of Eternal Life' at -http://news.discovery.com/tech/cryonics-brain-life-death.html#view-comments

"Sure sounds like a high-tech facility - rusting warehouse, a table as steps! If you freeze a body today and then defrost it, all you will have is an unfrozen body - there is not necessarily any signs of life because the body is much like a machine that transports the brain and houses the soul. There are theories that the human body weighs around 20 grams less after death - some say that is the weight of the soul, though I would suggest that is the weight of moisture leaving the body. Does anyone really want to be re-born in the future without a soul or spirit - do you really want to take the chance of living in a man made hell and exhibiting the mindlessness of a clone or a zombie? You can't just "launch their hearts", there is more to human life than just a beating heart!"

Friday, 2 July 2010, 1:04:07 PM

Nature's Pressure Cooker

2010-08-24T23:38:00.002+10:00

I continually maintain that mother nature will keep seeking ways to right the imbalance the human plague of consumption is causing this planet.

It is interesting that this 'silent' event comes at a time of increasing global natural disturbances such as the explosion of Eyjafjallajokull, unusual weather disturbances, increasing seismic activity in unusual places and the blowout and subsequent capping of the oil well in the Gulf of Mexico.

This may not be a fortuitous event, but natures way of addressing the damage we are doing to the ecological stability (internally and externally) of this planet - our home.

It seems as though we are now living on a giant pressure cooker that is about to blow off excess forces that we cannot foresee, do not understand and cannot stop.

If this event happens every 300-900 years and the last was supposedly in 1700, we are already within the window of opportunity, or miss-opportunity (if that's the word?). Maybe now is the time to take your long service leave!

*(This is a comment by an enraged goblinono in response to an article titled "Seattle's Ongoing 'Silent Quake' lends Clues to the Big One" at :: -
http://news.discovery.com/earth/seattles-ongoing-silent-quake-lends-clues-to-the-big-one.html#mkcpgn=rssnws1).

Sex in Politics

2010-08-24T23:29:00.004+10:00

Oh come on - gimme' a break. Isn't politics all about personality. Since when did you actually believe that you were really voting for agenda change. All that really differentiates a politician from a thief is the method of extracting money from your wallet.

Ambrose Bierce wrote : "A politician is an eel in the fundamental mud upon which the superstructure of organised society is reared. When we (sic) wriggles he mistakes the agitation of his tail for the trembling of the edifice. As compared with the statesman, he suffers the disadvantage of being alive."

But then again; seeing as it's so hard to differentiate between different shades of illusion (ie: crap) maybe it really is now only about who really looks the best. And why not - wouldn't you rather get f....d over by someone who looks really good!

By the way - I have this great pic (widely circulated via email) of Sarah Palin taking it in the way of 'An American tradition since 1776'. - ( use that as a campaign poster and watch her popularity rise) !

*Send me your address if you really wanna see how a politician should be treated and I'll send you the pic.

*(This is a comment by goblinono in reply to an article titled "The Most Sexist Add, well, Ever"
at :: - http://www.theatlantic.com/politics/archive/2010/08/the-most-sexist-ad-well-ever/61795/).

The Moon is Cheese

2010-08-24T23:17:00.003+10:00

Of course it's shrinking you silly person you! The first comprehensive analysis of the moon rocks returned from the first missions likened their physical composition to that of cheese.

It's sorta' like leaving the refridgerator door open for too long - the light stays on (just like the sun) and the cheese that was once fresh and compact, looses its moisture and shrivels, drys and cracks.

Those scarps are evidence of the drying process - and you all know what happens when your cheese shrinks - it dries and cracks apart. Eventually you end up with lots of little cheeses and thats exactly what's going to happen to our moon - we will end up with lots of moons!

You better start re-assessing your impressions of the impact of climate change when you suddenly don't have one orbiting body to regulate our tides and weather patterns but many much smaller orbiting bodies - or just maybe - none at all, because they are all going to be sucked down to earth by the force of gravity - sorta' like a meteorite shower.

As the saying goes - "you can't have your cheese and eat it too".

Sorta' proves that we really are just a bunch of rodents infesting the planet !

*(This is a comment posted by goblinono about an article titled "The Moon is Shrinking like a Wrinkled Apple") at :: - http://news.discovery.com/space/the-moon-is-shrinking-like-a-wrinkled-apple.html#view-comments).

A George Orwell Prophecy

2010-08-24T23:04:00.004+10:00

Thanks 1bobcohn (Twitter) for the link to an article about surveillance of prisoners but I suspect there is a lot more to this than meets the eye, or ears, or ankles.

Prisons have become a big business ( I forget the name of the company that is a major stakeholder in airlines, credit cards, security and prisons all over the world - Google knows!) but I don't think that private enterprise controlling convicted criminals is a fair deal.

It is not "mandatory minimums' and 'draconian 3 strike rules' that place people in prisons for the safety of society, but big business interests that are feeding off the paranoia of the 'climate of fear' foisted on the the public since the debacle of 9/11. It seems easier for government to pass their problems onto private enterprise than actually address the factors that are leading to total cultural collapse of our society.

I don't fall for the spin that this process 'cuts crime', 'reduces costs' and aids management of our penal colonies. What is does is fulfill George Orwell's prophecies of "1984" - we are coming under increasing observation and recording of our activities, innocent or not, and we are slowly being indoctrinated to accept this as normal - it is not! It is an infringement of our rights.

Why don't we try doing something useful with our penal colonies if they are so overcrowded and unmanageable - like send them to desolate places on the planet to develop failed communities or wasted resources. Set them to work repairing the damage the vampire corporates do as they suck the resources and life out of this planet.

Why not put them all to sea on floating prison farms that scour the planet as mobile fix-it crews. Better still, why not just pack 'em all off to that 'Great Floating Pacific Garbage Patch' and set them to work for that Dutch group 'WHIM Architecture' to help fulfill that dream of turning all that floating rubbish into a compact artificial island.

Don't send 'em home alone where they can do drugs, don't get 'em behind walls busting up rocks and beating out car license plates - get them out recycling refuse and doing housework around the planet!

*(This is an essay dribbled by goblinono in response to an article titled "Prisons Without Walls" at :: - http://www.theatlantic.com/magazine/archive/2010/09/prison-without-walls/8195/)

US discovers untapped mineral deposits

2010-06-17T00:51:00.011+10:00

US finds vast mineral reserves in Afghanistan.

http://www.nytimes.com/2010/06/15/world/asia/15afghan.html?src=mv

The United States of America has found a new source of wealth, but not in the bank and not within its borders. It has been on a mission to claim the new honeypot under the guise of war.

In Kabul, Afghanistan, Government Officials sound heavily optimistic about their new found mineral wealth which, if the US has it's way, will soon end the the popular Taliban pursuit of what I will refer to as 'poppy power'.

With the intent of uncovering the facts and presenting them for public debate, the SCZITDAMN investigative journal sent their intrepid reporter, Spirukas Goblinono to the location.

Unfortunately, the brief that he had prepared became lost in translation, but we have managed to retrieve many crumpled and stained notes from the debris of his bombed apartment.

What follows is the exact transcript of his personal interpretation of interviews and articles that have appeared in the media over the last few days.

Q: The US has discovered nearly $A1.17 trillion in untapped mineral deposits?

A: I thought the US military was there to find Osama bin Laden, (remember him - a bloke with a beard, wears a sheet and celebrates his success of destroying those two tall posts in New York like almost a decade ago, by whizzing around his underground lair hooked to 3 life support machines that follow him around like shopping trolleys). Um, how come he only releases 2 videos a year and never looks any older - is it Aloa Vera?

Q: This may fundamentally alter the Afghan economy and perhaps the Afghan war?

A: Is their really a war here? Didn't the 3 superheroes, George W, Tony the Pom and Little Johnny unite to fight the axis of evil in some other desert called Iraq? They managed an amazing fireworks display and allowed pillaging of thousands of years of antiquities from the museums. But damn it, they couldn't find that pesky Osama (even though the Taliban originally offered him to Uncle Sam but their offer was declined) so they staged the destruction of a civilization as a red herring so they could sneak off elsewhere.

Q: How will it alter the economy?

A: Well, the Ministry of Commerce has calculated that if divided equally, each man woman and child would receive approximately $40,344.80. This is a good thing because everyone would be able to purchase a really good second hand Skoda, a Kalashnikov with 1000 rounds, a couple of pounds of pure poppy power and a years supply of Vodka. Unfortunately, once the Vodka's finished, the party's over so this sharing is not such a good idea. I suggest that if it takes 5 to 10 years before the country could begin to use the reserves they should probably not share it, but invest it with a reputable firm like Goldman Sachs where it can be quickly converted into a credit card system that will be shared with Afghans. Of course this means than no one gets anything because their economy will quickly follow the Zimbabwe principle and your 40 odd grand won't even buy you tyres for the Skoda before you even finish your first vodka.

Q: The deposits include huge veins of iron, copper, cobalt, gold and lithium - which seems to cover just about everything we need for manufacturing, money and power?

A: See, the US is well prepared, because the mineral wealth was found by a small team of Pentagon officials and American geologists. But this is not one of the small teams who are getting kissy cuddly with all the kids in an effort to bring harmony to the disrupted culture. Nor is it one of those small teams sneaking around looking for Osama and eradicating innocent families. No, this is one of those small teams specially organized by companies like Halliburton, Monsanto and Santos who really only have their best interests at heart and just want to screw a teat onto the bottle of your wealth and suck it dry.

Q: President Hamid Karzai and the Afghan Government have recently been briefed on the situation but they believe that the wealth may be underestimated by as much as 30%?

A: As P.T. Barnum (the great showman and salesman) put it: "there's a sucker born every minute". Well, this is how the briefing went:
"OK dudes, it's like this. We found this shit, rich shit in your land, but remember, we found it. You do not have a developed mining industry, and your national mining laws have never faced a serious challenge, (which our mates at the World Bank helped you write). You have never had a well developed heavy industry and you have virtually no history of environmental protection and the size of the deposits dwarf the size of your war ravaged economy. Now we know you wanna play ball so why don't you let us be your police, after all we've already got heaps of troops here and they're getting a little bored and wanna' go home - hey this place is an oasis, once we rebuild it with our privately contracted mercenaries".

Q: But instead of bringing peace, the newly found mineral wealth could lead the Taliban to battle more fiercely to regain control of the country?

A: Well there is already enough corruption rampant in the current government which will probably be amplified because of some very well connected oligarchs that have personal ties to the president. And endless fights could erupt between provincial and tribal leaders over mineral wealth within their districts. Jesus mate, (sorry), I mean Mohammad mate, get with the program - that's exactly all you've had for hundreds of years anyway, now's it's going to be better, (remember, the US has successfully raped El Salvador, Nicaragua, Honduras, South Africa, Grenada, Guatemala, Vietnam, Cambodia, Iran, Iraq, the Philippines, lots of other small indiscriminate countries and anyone else with their economic pants down; as well as it's own citizens for hundreds of years - why stop now)?
We have the troops here, we have the geologists here, we have the officials here, we are protecting your land for you and we have found your wealth and we want a share of it. Now, if you say no to our offer, we are taking our bat and ball and going home, and if we do, your sniveling little country will quickly revert to the poppy based economy and you'll never get your Skodas and your pathetic gross domestic product that is currently only about $18 billion will quickly shrink until your profits will fit comfortably in a camels ball bag.

Q: The Pentagon Task force has already started trying to help the Afghans set up a system to deal with mineral development.

A: We have taken the liberty of hiring international accounting firms that have expertise in Mining Contracts (our people of course) and technical data that is being prepared will be handed over to multinational mining companies and potential foreign investors. Of course we took this liberty because we just don't feel that that your peasant desert culture is organized enough to make wise decisions regarding our personal vested interests in your country.

Q: The Pentagon is helping Afghan officials arrange to start seeking bids on mineral rights by the next US Autumn.

A: No, I'm sorry, that is definitely a misprint. You do not understand the situation. You should be prepared to be raped. Your pants are down and we have emptied your wallet and you certainly aren't wearing protection! We led you to believe Osama is in your country hiding in a cave. Wrong! We unplugged his dialysis machine years ago, he's a vegetable on wheels, sorta' looks like a turnip - he ain't playing Mr. Potato Head no more.

P.S: Our editor has confirmed the last question is in fact a misprint.
The Pentagon actually is helping Afghan officials arrange to start seeking bribes (not bids) on mineral rights by the next US Autumn.

Marijuana for Dopes?

2010-04-18T14:32:00.006+10:00

A Comment:

Thank you for an interesting article. I received a link to this via Twitter and the timing is auspicious.

It confirms something I already suspected.

I have been smoking cannabis for 35 years and have recently had to give it up because I just was not getting enough sleep. It was actually making me smoke more to try and get stoned and I was depriving myself of sleep awaiting a bigger hit - but it never came!

But what I have also noticed is that the effects of the new breeds of marijuana do not really get me as stoned as I used to get many years ago. It actually heightens awareness of my surroundings but no longer opens the doors of perception. It also seems to have a delayed 'trigger effect' that manifests itself as an emotional discomfort and makes me want more, about 18 hours later.

Yet, the strange thing is, I can still smoke most people under the table, and just have to laugh at all those younger people who say they can't have more than 3 or 4 without passing out or going to sleep.

What many people don't know, or remember, is the great effects of really good dope.

Unfortunately, they probably never will because whilst the lawmakers have been encouraging debate on the issue they still refuse to actually take a concerted stand.

And they refuse to take a stand because they are quite happy to have a large portion of the population totally doped out, happy and complacent, uncommitted and uncaring, whacked out of their tiny brains, with only one thing on their minds - scoring their next bag!

This all contributes to the despairing state of our current uncaring, apathetic society.

So I found my own answer. After fighting psychosis, depression,sleep deprivation, nightmares and bouts of insecurity, I decided to stop being a Canniboholic and become an Alcoholic. Which is quite ironic considering that the only thing that ever kept me away from alcohol, was marijuana, and there aren't many drugs I haven't imbibed since I was 18 years old.But you know what? Now I have got my appetite back, now I want to go to sleep because I am naturally exhausted from dealing with all the crap that I used to just ignore because I was too stoned to care.Now I have a point of view, and I'm awake to the stoners.

Dope is for dopes. The growers know it and the politicians know it and the police know it because it's quite a pleasant little money spinner for them and it helps to keep the smokers all in line - because they're too stoned to care, and in that condition - no one is gonna' rock the boat.

A reply:

Jeez,

Calm down son, it'll be OK. It seems like you may have had a few bad experiences that you attribute to marijuana smoking. But, let's be fair to all the other smokers and tokers out there - you were probably going to have a bad trip no matter what drug, legal or otherwise, that you used.

Face it, some people can't handle reality, some can't handle drugs and some can't handle alcohol in a responsible manner. You need to ask yourself, which group do you belong to?

It's not fair to go slinging off at other people just because they have a habit or an addiction and you've also managed to cast rather a large net to capture and highlight your prejudices.

Yes, I am well aware of the theory that dope smoking causes psychosis but I am also aware of a few other things:

People who are inherently introverted seek solace in marijuana use because it tends to reaffirm their identity and gives them a place of harmony to nurse themselves,

and, there is evidence to suggest that those persons who are predisposed to excessive use suffer from heightened anxiety,

but,there are also people who are drawn to dope because they already suffer from problems of insecurity and paranoia and it alleviates the symptoms,

then, only later do they realize that their problems have not been fixed, only heightened by regular usage not to mention all the people who need to smoke marijuana because it keeps them away from all the other addictive substances so easily available from a local GP, a local bottle shop or a local drug dealer.

Some people actually do use it for relaxation or sleep therapy, as well as a medication used for pain relief.

However, I think I hear where you are coming from with your reference to "dope is for dopes". What you might be saying is that you regret your long term usage and now realize that your self-medication may not have really helped your situation.

You may also aware of how the dope culture has changed since the hippy hey-days, especially with the proliferation of more potent dope caused by genetic engineering, cross pollination and use of strange chemicals in the growing process, and the repeated overuse of bad seed stock.

Finally, I would just like to say, that if all else fails you should be surrounding yourself with good friends, dogs and the beautiful things in life - but not drugs!

I wish you good luck.

Here is a link to the aforementioned article:

http://www.psypost.org/cannabidiol-cbd-enhances-wakefulness-in-rats-329

I Twit Therefore I Am

2010-03-29T01:16:00.003+11:00

"I think therefore I am".

Rene' Descartes said that.

What was that about?

Maybe Rene' was a little concerned about the justification for his existence. It didn't seem sensible to him that as a living creature he was indistinguishable from animals and amoeba purely because religious dogma dictated that he was one of God's created creatures and therefore subject to the same laws that reduced all creation to subservience.

He believed that the only difference between all other living creatures and humanity was that he had the ability to make decisions. This, and this alone separated him from the fate that awaited all descendants of the Garden of Eden.

As a man, he concluded that he was able to consider choices and make decisions based on HIS assessment and understanding of all the facts the universe presented to him. To his chagrin, he decided that HE, and he alone was responsible for his destiny and not GOD.

Flip forward almost 360 years and witness the embodiment of that ideal.

"I Twit therefore I am."

Which just begs me to ask : What is a Twit ?

And, just for the record; may I say that no Google's were harmed or accessed during this experiment - all this information is obtained from BOOKS. (remember them, the things that Ray Bradbury so highly praised in "Farenheit 451")!

To Twit................To Do...............What?

Twit is the verb of Twat.

What is a Twat?

A Twat is a word derived from the old Norse language. In its original context it conveyed an image of a forest clearing. It came to mean a cut through a swathe, as in a gash in the bush.

In fact, you wont find it in most dictionaries because it's sort of a dirty word.

A twat soon came to mean a description of the predominate female sexual organ.

And yet, an alternative meaning of the word is a reference to an idiot or imbecile.

In fact, Benny Hill often used it in his dialogues.

But I hear your say; "how can you put a reference to an imbecile as pertinent to Descartes?"

Well, I say; "purely because I can."

If you have a better reason to justify your existence, please; I wanna' know about it!

You spend so much time trying to get your message out, that you don't have time to listen to what anyone else is saying.

Face it dude. You are just one of many who post a cry in the wilderness, and all you are going to hear is an echo.

No one is really listening - you just like to think they are - you justify it by saying "I think therefore I am".

Hey man, get a life.

Do you think anyone really cares. Nup. Not me, not you, not a god, not a dog.

No one really cares about anything unless it is something they can take off you.

Rene' had already figured that out.

He was damned sure that he was going to BE.

He wasn't gonna' be 'Mister Goody Two Shoes' just so he could be nice to everyone and win friends, die happy, be placed in a pine box and get eaten by worms. Shit no! The afterlife was not the answer. He wanted to make a stand NOW. No pussyfootin' around, no countin' your eggs before they're hatched.

Goddamn, there is no afterlife!

Rene' was not not going to live in fear of the Lord. He was not going to be indoctrinated to acquiesce to a far greater being and succumb to the power of the 'almighty."

Hell no. He was a man, and proud of it! This was exactly what made him distinct from divinity.

He carried the eternal burden of Adam and Eve's fornication and as far as he was concerned - it was fun.

How dare God intervene in his madness. It was his choice. Isn't that exactly the purpose that God had placed him here for - To make decisions!

How dare God and others judge, because they claim the right to possess an ability to understand and to know the wrath of the lord.

I THINK THEREFORE I AM.

There, I said it.

Be gone with you Beelzebub. Come into the temple and cast the money makers aside!

I dare you.

...................

Oh Gee. I'm still waiting - where the hell are you -did you miss the train?

Thesaurus is the new God, not Google, not Geeks.

Please refer to your dictionaries -

TWIT : ass, berk, clown, divvy, halfwit, idiot, nerd, nurd, nitwit, numskull, numbskull, pillock, prat, schmuck, ,simpleton, wally, (or, as many would say: you stupid c..t).

"A TWITTER IS THE ECHO OF AN INCONSOLABLE TWAT WHO HAS A DESIRE TO TWEET."

(posted by an idiot. Bless you all. The Year of Our Lord, 2010)

The Mona Lisa - Leonardo's Enigmatic Smile

2010-03-23T23:15:00.009+11:00

*In 1956, US psychologist Leon Festinger became instantly famous by giving us "cognitive dissonance" - the theory that humans could not tolerate two conflicting perceptions; one would have to go!

Besides the possibility that Mona was probably Leonardo's lover and the fact that she has no eyebrows, she is also possibly one hell of a bitch because she presents a problem that begs to be answered by many men: "How does she know where I am?"

May I present - The Mona Lisa. Leonardo's enigmatic smile. A work of art that challenges our perceptions.

The Mona Lisa is a portrait where the object in the art is NOT supposed to be the point of view.

Looking at her eyes as she looks at me, I notice that I cannot focus on any particular eye whilst observing them as a pair.

Her gaze is directed at me but looking past me, to somewhere beyond. Each time I look at her eyes as if to engage her in conversation, I discover that I can never be far enough away from her or close enough to her. There seems not to be a place where her focal point meets my attention.

In fact, her gaze makes me feel uneasy.

It is not the uncomfortable feeling left by her knowing, cheeky smile and the false comfort it leaves, but the discomfort I feel because I am unable to focus on her gaze.

I keep flicking my eyes back and forth between her eyes as if trying to get her attention.

So I decide that the portrait delivers its message in two ways and for two different reasons. I am overwhelmed by the physical challenge and compromised by the mental perception of reality presented to me by her gaze.

Whilst watching her face I am almost hypnotized to dream, because my attention will never hold while I am so busy trying to get her attention. That is what is so enigmatic. The painting attracts me because I keep trying to get HER attention instead of giving her MINE.

To actually look at her face I need to try to locate the viewing triangle of body language - the familiar habit of looking at a person's face during conversation, that is, the inverted facial pyramid of eyes-nose-mouth.

But then I notice the unreality of the situation. I am trying to engage in dialogue with this woman and I am not able to get her attention. Does not this seem a strange way to look at a painting?

Yes it is, and that is exactly why Leonardo painted it like that - to compromise your sensibilities.

As I look at the portrait, I keep trying to get her attention, but the way she gazes back at me makes my eyeballs flick left and right as I constantly try to make eye contact.

By merely observing the portrait, I am drawn into a semi-conscious spiral of awareness that flips me back and forth between EMOTION and REACTION, and that demanding mental exercise continually threatens to break my concentration.

Which of course, begs the question. How did Leonardo paint the eyes to send such a powerful message?

The answer lies within the realm of geometry!

Here is how he did it!

The pair of eyes is actually composed of two pair of eyes. Each eye is seen as one of a pair, but not belonging to the pair in the painting. They belong to TWO pair of eyes but they do not belong with each other.

The portrait is painted as if the model posed twice, on each occasion looking in the same direction but with a different point of focus. It is as if she first looks at Leonardo and then focuses on a point just short of him, and then switches her gaze to focus on a point just past him.

The artist then composes the face as a left/right montage of the eyes.

The eyes seem to look in my direction but also seem to look neither beyond me or before me. The instant I try to discover how she is looking at me, my attention is diverted as I try to look for her point of view and and ask of just where or what is her focus.

I begin to feel that she is not quite looking at me and I become worried as to why I cannot seem to get her attention. In fact, the portrait has got my attention because the observer becomes the observed. It is the paradox of this point of view that my mind tries to reconcile.

It is impossible for me to be physically far enough from, or close enough to the portrait to be in a position to look at the focus in her pair of eyes.

The enigmatic smile is a puzzle, a conundrum. The perfect cognitive dissonance.

It confuses my perceptions and it prompts me to ask myself where I must be positioned to actually be within the focal distance of her gaze at the moment she sees me.

The question of the puzzle is to consider 'points of view' as perceived by the artist:

* The eyes seem to follow me because each of them is looking elsewhere.

* The difficulty of perception is that I cannot look at her or into her eyes as I would a live person and that she is purposely depicted in this manner.

* The observer must keep moving, physically and mentally, to or from the picture in order to meet her gaze (is she looking 'this' way or 'that' way)?

The method to solving the puzzle is:

* The observer must find the POSITION of the ARTIST as he was when he painted. That is, the exact place he was when he caught her focus.

The answer to the puzzle is another question:

* How far away from the picture hanging on the wall do I have to be to catch the gaze of both eyes simultaneously?

That is why the portrait is so small - Leonardo is observing HER catch HIS attention from a great distance.

The observer is me. I am the point of view and Mona Lisa is asking where I am!

Why are you wearing a seatbelt ?

2010-03-22T21:58:00.003+11:00

Why are you wearing a seatbelt ?

Because you're scared.

Why are you scared ?

I don't know, but you probably have your own reasons.

Well that's very fine, but really, please ask yourself, why are you scared ?

Are you scared of dying...........I certainly hope not !

Are you scared of living...........I certainly hope not !

So, what choice do you have ?

I don't have any choice, because the reasons to choose have been taken from me.

And the reason is ?...........I'm scared !

Good, that's a cool reason to be scared but what are you really scared of ?

Gee, I'm not sorta too sure ? - but I think it's something to do with the way I was bought up.

Excuse me ?

You say............bought up !

Are you saying you really mean to say that you were "bought"; does that mean you were "bought" here? and someone payed the price ?

Are you sure you were "bought" and not "brought".

There is a difference between being owned and being yourself.

Let's face the reality of the situation - go on, own up, you only know the reality of your own situation, no one else does !

What the fuck else did you expect ?

You are scared.

You are scared because you are trying to adhere to the rules.

What rules ? I hear you say !

The rules you accepted because you let other people make rules for you.

You wear a seat belt only because you are scared of your life !

It is synonymous with allegiance and ownership.

But excuse me, I'm a little concerned about being owned, can you explain that ?

Yes. What ever happened to you ?

Do you really have any choices ?

Hey dude, you didn't even have a choice to be here.

You're just some sperm that got lucky and got fertilized. So what makes you think you are so important ? You coulda' been some dried up bit of creamy white shit on a blanket !

Hell, get a life !

And may I ask what makes you feel important ?

Well, I seem to think that I matter because I have kids, but I really can't justify it more than that.

Wot ! Is that all ?

Yeah, sure, having kids is great. I can pass on my knowledge into the future and ensure a better future for mankind.

Wake up and smell the roses dude.

You were owned.

Face it. Someone fucked you over and you think that the best way to protect yourself is to play by the rules and pass on your survival instincts to the next generation.

Get a life ! Yep. YOUR life. It's to late when you're in a box. Wot you gonna' do - send Morse code!

It's too fucken' late then !

Do something now !

THERE ARE NO RULES DUDE !

The rules are only made by idiots to protect the idiots because the rule makers believe that it is not safe for you to be an idiot on your own.

Safety in numbers dude.

Come on and face it. When did the rule makers ever do anything for you ?

All they ever did was prey upon your insecurities.

And you, in your confusion, decided the rest was the best !

Woops, come on dude. You been thinkin' like them, not you.

A democracy starts from a few, not many !

You wanna roll over and play dead ?

You already are.

It's too late too stop now - unless you don't wanna' wear a seat belt.

Choices, wow !

Shouldn't that not that be what you wanted to teach your kids ? !

Just because they didn't listen, does that mean that you should stop now !

*Please wear a seat-belt and feel relaxed.

Someone is lookin' out for you and hoping you don't make a great big claim against a great big idiot who was stupid enough to bend the rules.

*Democracy protects the innocents and favours the rich.

Whose side do you want to be on ?

Or are you sure you want to take sides ?

Governmentium - A new Element

2010-03-09T21:38:00.004+11:00

A newly discovered element is soon to added to the Periodic Table:

Medicare Laboratories has discovered the heaviest element known to science. The new element, Governmentium (Gv), has 1 neutron, 1 assistant neutron, 58 opposing neutrons, and 60 deputy neutrons, giving it an atomic mass of 120.

These 120 particles are held together by forces called morons, which are surrounded by vast quantities of lepton-like particles called peons. Since Governmentium has no electrons, it is inert. However, it can be detected because it impedes every reaction with which it comes into contact. A tiny amount of Governmentium can cause a reaction that would normally take less than a second, to take between 4 days and 3 years to complete.

Governmentium has a normal half-life of 3 years. It does not decay, but instead it undergoes a re-organization in which a portion of the assistant neutrons and deputy neutrons exchange places. In fact, Governmentium's mass will actually increase over time, since each re-organization will cause more morons to become neutrons, forming isotopes. This characteristic of moron promotion leads some scientists to believe that Governmentium is formed whenever morons reach a critical concentration.

This hypothetical quality is referred to as "critical morass".

When catalyzed with money, Governmentium becomes Administration (Ad), an element that radiates just as much energy as Governmentium since it has half as many peons but twice as many morons. This whole process is used to keep the populace in a state of disbelief and constant bewilderment.

(* with thanks to an anonymous contributor - Greenduck)

The Disappearance of my Cents.

2010-02-28T15:10:00.019+11:00

One percent of one hundred equals one - one hundred multiplied by one equals one hundred.

I was thinking this when I bought an item in a shop and it cost me $9.99. So, I considered asking for my change from a $10 dollar note. Of course I never would have received it, One cent coins disappeared in 1990 along with their piggy bank chum, the 2 cent coin. Even though they they were no longer minted, they were still legal tender but they were just too expensive to produce and distribute compared to their worth.

Whatever happened to my original one cent - where did it go?

I understand that I can't hold it in my hand as change but somehow it should be mine. It was unjust. The shopkeeper assured me that it was not his profit because many of the items in his shop carried a lower price and the total stock sales averaged out. But I noticed that there were never prices of $9.91 or $9.96. Every transaction is rounded off to the nearest 5 cents. So 1,2,9 and 8 become 0, 3,4,6 and 7 become 5, so who's got the change and where is my one?

It doesn't seem to exist as real tender except when it appears on paper as a digit. Very clever accounting. It's counted but not accounted for.

It was initially considered that the original range of coins introduced in Australia in 1966, at the change to decimal currency, represented the least number of coins required to make any given amount. They were the 1,2,5,10,20 and 50 cent coins. Take any of these out of circulation and out of your pocket and and you must either carry more money or spend more money to get change.

How has my cent disappeared?

The Cent ceased to become significant with the introduction of plastic card money. Bankcard was the first mass produced credit card in 1974 and at its peak membership in 1984, the $1 coin was introduced. The $2 coin came in 1988 and then 'eftpos' in 1989. One and two cent coins stopped in 1990. Bankcard ceased operation in 2006 even though it was created and supported by the largest banks in the country.

What a strange thing that is. My coin cent went missing when plastic money arrived! It no longer counted in my pocket but still added on a receipt, and it had piled up with all the missing others in endless accounting balance sheets for the last thirty years.

But maybe there is a way to get my cent back.

But I need to buy in bulk to increase the value of my dollar whereas the seller makes more profit from selling things individually. If I buy 10 things at 99 cents for $9.90 I get 10 cents change from $10. The shop sold 10 things. If I only buy one thing I lose one cent. They sell 10 things singularly and make ten cents profit over the sale price. There is actually an automatic 1% profit margin in everything that is sold and the only way I will get my one cent change is if I buy 3 things and get 5 cents change. But if I don't, the money disappears.

Who gets the money if I only buy one thing?

Obviously I'm being encouraged to buy in bulk and buy with plastic but there is also something else going on here. If all my cents and your cents are not being repaid and being hoarded somewhere, isn't that theft or fraud or deception? And if all these accumulated cents are being spent some how or where, shouldn't I know about it?

Maybe I do, but I have become so accustomed to the large frivolous money movements orchestrated by banks, countries and economies that I barely notice the small details. Of course there is only one big problem at the moment - it's called a RECESSION and it's the one we had to have to return a semblance of balance back to the economy.

The Great Depression of the 1930's has since been followed by a few minor recessions. But now, the common thread is the inability of the banks to call in loans when the borrower does not have time or money to pay. Worsening future prospects cause the banks to begin refusing loans and start hoarding money and then the downward spiral begins. As Irving Fisher said in 1933, about the mechanics of boom to bust : "A fall in nominal interest rates and a rise in deflation adjusted interest rates."

It is possible that key decisions made by central banks to re-establish the Gold Standard following its abandonment after the First World War was the primary cause of the great depression *(see: Ahamed 2009). The financial crisis that preceeded the great depression began with a stock market crash and spread to the banking system. Whereas the current financial crisis began in the credit markets and then spread to the banking system and the stock market.

A few comparisons indicate some similarities between the severity of the 1933 and the 2007 depressions.

World trade volumes fell by 30% over three years then, but now they have already quickly dropped by 20%. An extended period of strong growth in stock prices before both crises and the falls during the current downturn are of a similar size to those in the first 12 to 18 months of the Great Depression. Gross Domestic Product in OECD countries during the first year of this current depression fell only slightly less than in the first year of the GD *(see: Gruen and Clark 2009).

Highlighting a few comparisons between in actual money value for the same periods will help to illuminate the insanity of the current situation.

Australian Net Debt in 2009 = $647 Billion
USA Net Debt in 2009 = $11.4 Trillion

Australian Exports in 2009 = $123 Billion
USA Exports in 2008 = $1.84 Trillion

Australian Exports in 1933 = 98.7 Million Pounds Sterling
USA Exports in 1933 = $1.7 Billion

$25 in the USA in 1969 would buy the equivalent of $150 in 2010.

In 1969 Richard Nixon abolished the USA Gold Standard. This effectively turned the USA economy into a FIAT economy, ie: no backing for money.

The USA is the only country in the world that enjoys the luxury of paying off its debts in the same currency that it alone can print. It has enjoyed this privilege since 1971 because of its military and economic dominance and because the rest of the world needed to do business in a stable currency and the USA dollar fitted the bill. (*1).

In the 1980's, Reaganomics preached that greed was good and science was no good. At the same time Australian Banks were deregulated. Coincidentally, The $1 coin was also introduced to the currency at that time and was soon followed by the introduction of EFTPOS plastic money transactions.

The price of gold has been rising since 2000 but gold production has not. In late 1998 the gold price was in the mid $200 and annual global production was just under 2500 tonnes per year. Since then the gold price is now up 340% yet production in 2010 is set to be just over 2400 tonnes. (*2).

Compare this chart of Gold versus major currencies over the last ten years: www.bullionvault.com
Commodity currencies, high-saving countries, managed floats, large debt-to-GDP ratios.....none of it mattered, real money beat paper money over the last ten years. (*3).

Has anyone yet noticed a pattern to economic fluctuations in the periods since the Great Depression, the 1960's, the 1980's and 2010?

When Ronald Reagan moved into the White House, total U.S. debt equaled 168% of GDP. The next 27 years took the total to 370%; it was heralded as a triumph of the Anglo-Saxon free enterprise system, but it left people with an additional $27 trillion of debt. (*4).

There are two important factors at play here, INFLATION and DEREGULATION.

Bankers and Accountants the world over know how to manipulate the figures to their advantage. (they really don't deserve to have a capital letter attached to their title, but they are so important people - they like to think!)

How is it that entire countries are hitting the wall?

The list of casualties continues to increase: Iceland, Dubai, United Kingdom, Greece, Spain, Italy. How many more "P.I.G.S." will fall before the entire world needs to re-structure and re-finance?

(Remember: the USA net debt in 2009 was $11.4 Trillion dollars. The UK has just announced cuts in public sector spending by $36 Billion dollars. Please say those figures slowly to realize the true size of the amount of money that is being lost. Also consider that the Europeans and the Americans have differing definitions of Billion and Trillion!).

I keep wondering where all this money is coming from and going to. I am amazed that there are still some people who are actually making fortunes from government mandated schemes such as superannuation, internet banking, investments and the stock market. ( In Australia there is a $1.4 Trillion dollar 'super' honeypot just waiting to be milked).

With plastic money (invisible money) so readily available for everyone to spend over the last 20 years it has been easy to be conned into a false sense of security regarding our actual individual worth. Most individuals, economies and governments don't know how much money they have or even where that money actually is.

The often respected financial accountants are the wizards of the 20th century!

Be very wary of the emperor's new clothes!

Watch out for delusion by stealth and the illusion of wealth.

Inflation, inflation, inflation - the price of everything keeps going up, automatically indexed in tandem with some unknown long since forgotten benchmark.

A case in point. Please let me illustrate by considering the real value of one of the oldest currencies in the world, the Lire, and one of the newest currencies in the world, the Euro.

The smallest coin in the Italian currency is 50 Lire. This is equivalent to USA 2.58 cents. The smallest banknote is 1000 Lire which is equivalent to 0.5 of the Euro (the Lire originally represented 1 pound weight of silver, like the pound sterling).

1 Euro = 1.58 $ Australian dollar.
$100 Australian dollars = 127,297.88 Italian lire before 1999.
$100 Australian dollars = 0.08 XAU gold ounces.

Do you see what is really happening here?

Because the government economies are slaves to inflation, they need to continually adjust their exchange rates to stay in the race. Your money is always not worth what you thought it was!

Plastic money, ie: any card transactions, is a very clever instrument for disguising the real value of what you just spent.

Clearing times for cheques and internet banking transactions are illusory.

The wizards of finance have perpetuated a myth that financial transactions are not instant. The reality is that they are instant, but just not for you or me.

You better believe it - someone, somewhere, somehow, has found a way to spend those cents, make a profit on them and return the original amount to your account.

This should not be a legal way to do business - it is fraud and deception.

If $1 AUD = 1272.9788 Lire before 1999, how much of this value actually disappeared with the conversion to the Euro? And where did it go and who has it? It has to be somewhere. Those anally obsessed accountants would not let such a trifling amount slip through their fingers. Or would they if they could? It's very likely they found the way to disguise the loss by clever manipulation of one of the basic Keynesian principles of generating economic growth for governments: "Hire people to dig holes and fill them up."

We were conned! Governments have enforced inflation and taxation by stealth so as to manipulate the false economies presented by the bean counters. Stock markets, the Dow Jones Index, time zone differences, daily fluctuations in exchange rates, the abolition of the gold standard, easy credit plastic card money and the obsession with turnovers instead of profit, and the policies of greed have catapulted all of us into the greatest recession the world has ever experienced.

Do not be deceived by the spin doctors. The economy of the entire world is sick, and the medicine that our governments pump into the ailing patient is still called HELP but it is really only CREDIT.

The patient cannot be revived with bad medicine - it is not dead - but in limbo, where it will stay until democracy realizes that BIG BROTHER is manipulating us all.

Where is all the money that is being promised that will revive our economy coming from?

Yep, now I know. All those cents that have been rounded up or down. All that money that is counted but not accounted for. All that credit card plastic money. All that money that doesn't really exist but we are encouraged to spend - complacent as we revel in the luxury of greed.

Someone knows were all those missing cents are and they are hell bent on spending them.

I'm as mad as hell and I want MY cents back!

Do you want YOURS?

.....................................................................................

(References:
*1 - Daily Reckoning, 16.03.10
*2 - Daily Reckoning, 16.12.09
*3 - Daily Reckoning, 06.01.10
*4 - Daily Reckoning, 11.05.09).

And finally, I would like to suggest the address of a web-site that will help you keep track of your missing cents :

http://www.atn.com.au/info/banking.htm

The Nature of One

2010-02-21T12:48:00.003+11:00

Pythagorean doctrines included a belief that the ultimate reality of the universe consists in number. They regarded even numbers as female and odd numbers as male. The number 5 was called 'marriage' because it was the product of the first even number 2 and the first odd number 3. The reason being that the ancient Greeks considered the number 1 a unit and not a proper number, which had to express a multiplicity.

Greek alchemists symbolized totality as a circle, an image of the global unity of everything that exists and can be conceived. Their reasoning led them away from unity and back gain, to use it as basis on which to 'assess the value of things'.

Unity is therefore the point of departure, a symbol of absolute origin and absolute end (universe means 'turned towards one'). But if singularity is the origin then duality must be the end!

The singular cannot exist without the plural. One cannot exist without two. A necessary definition of one is that to have 'one of a thing' really means to have one of a number of things, at a minimum, two. To 'have one of' there must be another.
There must be plural 'one', a pair of or a few or several or more - otherwise it is just have the 'thing', it would not need to be assigned a numerical value. It would be on its own in a singular state of existence - one of. But to be 'one of' it must have 'another of' just like it.

For example; If there is only one 'pen', I have a pen; it is not necessary to assign a number value 'one of' , as if to ask the question "is there another"? Therefore to give it value of existence, numerically it only exists if there is another. One cannot exist without two.

It is a world of duality. We are a body of two limbs, two eyes and two halves of the brain, two halves of the cell, a sum of two parents. There even seem to be two Gods reigning over good and evil - but I'm in two minds about this. There cannot be one without the other. Yin and Yang, proton and neutron, up and down, go and stop, heaven and hell, backwards and forwards, light and dark.

For each force there is an equal and opposite reaction. The fabric of time itself is a slave to multiplicity. 'One' can only exist if the 'other' also does.

A final word - ENTROPY - the natural order or the universe to find balance. A balance only exists between 'two' things not 'one'.

Reefer Madness

2009-11-26T11:00:00.004+11:00

In response to an article "Why is it bad to smoke weed and OK to sell beer?" by David Sirota at Salon.com (2009-10-23) - I posted this comment :

Marijuana has had a bad reputation since a campaign in the 1930's by the American press. Randolph Hearst started publishing articles linking cannabis use with violent crime, Blacks and Mexicans. He renamed cannabis "marijuana", dissociating it from the hemp that for generations had been used as medicine, paper, oil, fabric and rope. The stories triggered the support of racist white organizations who wanted cannabis prohibited, and Hearst with his friend Harry Anslinger, the Director of the Bureau of Narcotics, managed to get "marijuana" made illegal in 1937. Prohibition of alcohol ended at the same time.

The advantage for Randolph was that once the hemp, rope and paper industries had been destroyed by this legislation, he was free to use his own pine plantations and paper mills. He also funded movies such as "Reefa Madness" which portrayed a negative image of cannabis related products.

The timing is interesting for other reasons.

Until then, hempseed oil was one of the most common oils used for lighting, lubrication, cooking and as an additive to paint and varnish. After 1935 virtually all of these oils and strong hemp fibre were replaced with petrochemicals and nylon made by Dupont.

Over the next 30 years marijuana was portrayed as a badge of rebellion in films, books and music, reaching cult status with the beatniks and the hippies. It still appears to be as popular as ever and as misunderstood. Nearly 50 years later it still is, but it has lost its 'cool' to the other mind altering substances that are a sign of the times.

All the academic and medical studies of its affects are inconclusive and there are no reports linking it to reckless, violent or dangerous behaviour. There is no evidence that it is a harmful drug. There is no objective analysis of the effects of its use compared to other drugs that are just as commonly available, like alcohol or tobacco.

Smoking marijuana is no longer the act defiance it once was. For $25 you can buy eniugh alcohol to put you in a serious coma or kill yourself. If you smoked $25 of dope, you would probably fall blissfully asleep in front of the TV with a half eaten chocolate bar in your hand.

We have adopted a set of double standards forced on us by past barons of media and industry. Marijuana smokers are hapless victims of the cultural obsession with the with the 'war' on drugs, violence, alcoholism and cancer. It's OK to get out of it, but it seems to matter to the authorities just what substance we abuse to do it. Our means of recreation and enlightenment seem to have to be sanctioned by our government nannies and then these issues will be swept from the public domain and open discussion in a pathetic display of acquiescing to minority opinion.

The continued debate about prohibition, legislation or decriminalization of marijuana highlights the gap between government policy and public perception. Maybe there is just not enough money to be made were its use be legitimized. But you can bet your last reefer, that as soon as the Australian government perfects a way to licence, grow, distribute sell and tax marijuana it will suddenly become legal. The news media will celebrate their victory for public values and the tobacco companies will be already in line for licences to grow, distribute and sell their very own patented version of Mary J.

"The lethal dose of cannabis is a two-kilo block dropped on your head from the 25th floor of a high-rise building." (Quote from a leading British health professional).

Misadventures of an attention whore.

2009-11-23T14:21:00.005+11:00

In response to an article "A nation of attention whores" by Mary Elizabeth Williams at Salon.com (2009-10-16) - I posted this comment :

I wanna' be famous.

Yep, me too, just like you and everybody else. I want to be a popular celebrity and I have become obsessed with achieving that goal. This new addiction has overwhelmed me and I have succumbed to a new mantra of greed: "I want it now and I want it forever".

Andy Warhol's quote has inspired me. He said - "In the future everyone will be world-famous for 15 minutes" (he is often misquoted). Well Andy, it is the future and I now only have one option left available to me (I've tried everything else)! I'm going to join the worldwide web interchatnet community of Myspacefacebookskypetwittmessenger. Yep, that's for me. I'll join in a big way, everything, all of them now, right at this moment. Here we go, my personality will now become my aethernality.

But crikey, have I got some decisions to make before I present my new ego to the world. But first I am required to prove I am a person, not an animal, by verifying secret words. I need to register and validate, create and confirm. I must invent passwords and divulge personal information or choose to be anonymous and lie. So many choices, so little time. My own portrait photo or should I use a fake? An amusing profile if I'm looking for a date? How honest should I be in this pseudo digital text fest as I divulge and disguise information that is unsubstantiated and unconfidential?

Should I be concerned that privacy is no longer sacrosanct and the invasion of privacy has become a peculiar perversion. Miss-confidential is slowly being undressed before our very eyes. Sharing has become daring and everybody wants to know and watch. Quick, I must do, share or say something right now, someone might notice. Hey, look at me - I'm important!

I wanna' be a celebrity - I can hardly wait.

Wow, look at how many friends I have. That was quick. See, all these people like me already. And look at the access I have to places and things and people all over the world and everybody wants to know me. Me, me! Now I can truly connect with all those other people who are already celebrities. Now I can make all those witty little comments and have a cool bio and some pics to share and a list of my favourites. I can check in with Britney, share recipes with Martha and catch all the goss, choose my hottest person, make connections, do my stuff and get noticed.

Now look what's happened. I can't believe it, oh wow! Tom Anderson is now my friend and he's sharing his celeb pals and gals with me. And look, now I've got followers and friends and some of them want to share details with me. They all seem very friendly and quite willing to get to know me better and one of them has sent me a picture. She's a nice girl and she has a sister and they were wondering if I might like to join them there in the spa with that bottle of baby oil and.......just hang on a minute! What is going on here? She shouldn't be doing that! Not on camera in front of the world and on my screen right in my face! Oh no, this is not good. Now I'm over excited about my new friends and I'm just going to have to click here and move that over there until.......oh no, what was that? Woops! That shouldn't have happened. She is such a naughty girl and I'm a little bit distracted here. She can't do that! Oh no, I can't do that! Not here, not now, not with the videocam still on, gimme a break!!

Oh my gosh, now I really am famous - how cool is that?

Look at the screen. My god, what a mess. It probably wasn't exactly what Andy had in mind but it certainly worked for me. Do you feel like a cigarette after that?

Damn the infernal eternal world wide netweb! In 15 minutes I'm famous, but not as the type of celebrity I had in mind. I have just been seduced like a bee to pollen and have just managed to splash my ego and all it's digital glory all over the world.

I'm famous now, but for all the wrong reasons. Good on ya Martha. Up yours Britney. Get a life Tom!

Welcome fame. Here it is. There it was.

Certainly can't edit that. Nup, there is no 'delete' button for that one. No 'undo' will fix that. To hell with 'refresh', once was enough thank you! Worse than hitting 'reply' or 'send to all'. Hello you idiot, are you sure you want to f****n save this? Yes, I am certainly a d******d sending that into the eternal digital library.

I shoulda' thought about that, definitely not cool! Forever available for viewing, imprinted in the aethernet for anyone and everyone to see anytime, anywhere, forever. My 15 minutes of fame complete with all the glorious consequences.

It's hard not to be famous when you are no longer anonymous.

( In 1968, Andy Warhol became bored with his famous line. He changed it to : "In 15 minutes everybody will be famous".)

The Scottish artist, Momus, said it another way : "In the future, everyone will be famous to fifteen people".

Personally, I think it's all a wank.

(This is an edited version of an original comment by goblinono on Salon.com)

No, but it certainly made men miserable.

2009-11-23T11:23:00.005+11:00

In response to an article "Did feminism make women miserable?" by Barbara Ehrenreich at Salon.com (2009-19-15) - I posted this comment :

Oh no, please don't place that bait in front of me. How can I possibly resist a chance to speak on behalf of many men who think they were conned. How much longer was the feminist movement going to continue deluding itself that they were actually all about equal rights. Damn, the bitches had a good thing going when they were barefoot and pregnant and devoted to domestic duties. Hey girls, you were on a roll, why did you have to go and mess it all up!

No wonder men think women lack credibility. Why would you want to go and ruin a perfectly good arrangement? Men have dicks. We grunt and we groan and take out the garbage, we conquer and build and dominate - that's what we do, it's a dick thing.You wanna be like us, go and grow a dick. Face it, you aren't us and you can't deceive us any more. You pretty yourself and mask your true intentions and use your sex as a lure, but you won't admit it. You moan and bitch and carry on about how hard it is to be female, what with mother nature's regular reminders of your need to breed; and you spend almost a quarter of your lives bitching and another two quarters preparing to bitch. Hell, that's one week out of four when you're relatively sane - and we gotta live with you! Cut the crap! All that the burning your bras' said was "hey, now they hang just like your balls". Idiots. Who did you think was setting your agenda? Are you sure you were not manipulated by a powerful, vocal minority?

In over thirty years of seeking workplace equality you still have not managed to break through that glass ceiling. There is no equality in the workplace, you are still under-represented in top jobs and income. The only equality you have is your sheer abundance in the workplace. You have taken over large meaningless employment sectors like banks, fast food, call centers, receptionists, marketing consultants, assistants and pole dancers. Wow, great achievement. And if I ever hear one of you tell me again - "I will terminate this phone call if you do not alter your tone of voice" - I will jam my negotiating skills down your freakin' throat!

Do you realize what you did to the economy by demanding equal rights? You managed to force real wages down and boosted unemployment! You took all the menial jobs that blokes had and because you weren't experienced or didn't have the strength or guts to do the real dirty work, you were paid less. All wages went down to create a level playing field and male management saw the advantage in introducing you to other employment sectors. No more overtime, less working hours, the capacity to employ two people for the price of one. You managed to take over management of the pornography industry and then complained that men were degrading women when in fact you encouraged that exploitation because it was a way for your to make more money from our vulnerabilities. You weren't at home bringing up our kids, teaching them decency and morality. No, you wanted to work so that you could have everything men had and become independent. Who the hell is going to bring up our kids when you want a career? You keep behaving like this and sooner or later there is going to be a backlash from men - and it won't be a little flick with the leather whip either dear.

Leave us alone you charlatans, witches and harlots, go and be a natural woman, stop trying to be a man, stop trying to find ways to get through life easy by marrying money. Hey, no wonder we die early and leave you with our fortune. No wonder I'll pay you zillions in a settlement - just to get you the hell outa' my life! Stop making millions from a divorce, eg- you never taught Greg Norman to play golf. Stop blaming me for all your troubles and stop hating me for being preoccupied with sex. And wake up and look at the damage your have already done. I'm sick of hearing you complain that you can't find a good man and you don't know where they are. Do you want to know where they are and why you can't find 'em? The good men, the real men, aren't hanging out in bars waiting to pick you up - no, the real men are at home, living on a meager wage, paying off your debts, watching you rip off a third of their earnings and trying to bring up the kids you so badly wanted but left behind because you wanted a career and equality. You won't find a good man where you are looking because he's too busy fixing up the mess you left when you deserted because you didn't get what you wanted - you poor little thing. He's the man staying home at night, passing the time, dreaming, hoping, self medicating and trying to keep his life on track while loving his kids he hardly ever sees because you say he's not a fit father - go f**k yourself. No you won't find him where you are looking because he doesn't want to be found. He's had enough of women and their demands for equality. He's trying to build a better life for himself, alone, coz' he's sick of spending his life fixing up your problems and being bribed with your sex. Yeah, I know; I can already hear all the females talking about me as another man with issues - "get over it"! Nup, not this little black duck nor lot's of others whose spirit has been broken.

I have a problem with why you want to need to be liberated. Hey, I can repair a machine but all I can ever do is lubricate a woman - there is no repair manual, it's a bloke thing. Stop giving me so much criticism and condemnation and don't even think of getting me started on any other issues of sex, inequality, taboos or deviance coz' i'm done with feminism. I'm over it, it's sorted, I'm liberated. You deal with it. Not tonight dear, I've got a headache.

(Oh, and I am sorry to all those lovely women I have just insulted. They know they do not fit in the category that suits my ignorant, middle aged, jaded, bigoted, dysfunctional, sexist, homophobic, politically incorrect maleness. God bless you - you are beautiful.)

It's such a shame that some of you ruined it for all.

(This is an edited version of an original comment posted by goblinono on Salon.com).

Non - Motivational Quote of the Day

2009-10-01T08:08:00.002+10:00

"I am doomed to an eternity of compulsive work. No set goal satisfies. Success only breeds a new goal. The golden apple devoured has seeds. It is endless."

: Bette Davis

Motivational Quote of the Day

2009-09-30T17:55:00.004+10:00

"Don't judge each day by the harvest you reap but by the seeds that you plant."

: Robert Louis Stevenson

Um, excuse me Robert but I think I have a few problems with that.

By the end of a day harvesting and reaping I really don't have much time to consider if the outcome was any good. It's exhausting work concentrating hard on planting all the little things that are going to grow up into all the big things. You see, it's a problem with the size. I keep getting this daily bag of goodies that obviously offers all solutions to match all choices but everything in it is different, none of it is matched or fits together.

It's such a challenge to decide what to choose - they're all there but rolling around loose. You do understand that I'm supposed to do something with all these colours and shapes and whistles and bells don't you? What do you mean that I don't know what I'm doing - of course I bloody well don't!

Am I supposed to be a knowledge farmer, is there a book written for this? What seeds do I plant? How often do I plant them? Should I keep a record of what I planted where? Do I retrace my steps to make sure I planted well? Should I keep my planting to a schedule or just distribute them randomly? Is it a seasonal thing and do I need any fertilizer?

Gimme a break! About the only fertilizer my seeds have seems to be bullshit. Hey, I don't even know if some or all the seeds will grow and I certainly don't know when. Of course, some of the seeds may have been given to me by others who work this pasture, but how do I know they are good seeds? How does anyone know - maybe they're just blanks, duds, decoys put there to fool me.

Oh, and I forgot about the shape and size of the pasture, not to mention the weather. I don't really want contamination from some other farmer who might not have checked his seeds or the direction of the wind when he planted them. I may end up with a beautiful harvest of something I know nothing about.

How do I even know if my seeds have the right parentage. They don't actually come with a certificate of authenticity. What if the seeds were accidentally planted in Bernie Madoff's garden? Are they his seeds or mine when the time comes to harvest and then they may appear to be not actually anything at all?

How the hell am I ever going to get any time to even judge the harvest, I'm just too damned busy planting! You think I'll be sitting on my laurels counting all the seeds produced. I think not. I will be far too busy weeding out all the nasty little toxic things that threaten to wreak havoc on my pristine environment.

I've worked damn hard trying to establish a good seed planting program. I started young, been doing it for years. There is no way I am just going to stand back and let the harvest produce itself. Hey, this needs constant maintenance. I've decided to give up sleep and start patrolling at night. If I let this get out of hand the seeds will mutate into something horrible.

When I'm not planting I worry. I worry who might steal my seeds, exchange my seeds, play tricks with my seeds, teach them to do other things that I may never have intended - despicable things. I've taken to patrolling my seeds checking for viruses. And I wait for the little darlings to grow into a successful harvest. Now if they don't, then I will have this huge, hulking, stinking, fermenting, useless harvest and then that's gotta be dumped somewhere. I know where! I'll sneak over in the dead of night and just leave it neatly arranged on my neighbours property. He will think it's a bonus from all the seeds that he planted.

Perpetuating the Debt

2009-08-01T10:44:00.003+10:00

In response to an article "Does Bernanke Really Not Understand His Fate" by Byron King at http://www.dailyreckoning.com.au - Aug.1,2009 - I posted this comment :

Thanks for an insightful article. It's amazing you took so long to state the obvious. Our little voices just aren't heard because we're not "celebrities" - we knew it all along.

The chickens have not come home to roost at all. Feeding the big boys was not the way to fix the economy and waive the recession. All the rhetoric about the "trickle down' effect is cock. By the time it reaches those on the bottom the whole system will be 'belly-up'.

The little people needed help. Each of us should have received a slice of the handout and the big boys should have been left to collapse. Only then would there have been 'real' money in the economy. They should be left to face their shareholders and bankruptcy and disgrace.

It is the risk of business, you either make it or you don't. Does my small business get a government handout because of my bad decisions - I don't think so ?

The "greed is good" mantra of the 80's should have been left to die and buried in it's own stink. Only then would we have a chance to sort this mess out. - Goblinono.

Daily Combat

2009-07-22T15:14:00.004+10:00

I came across a quote by Mahatma Gandhi :

"Victory attained by Violence is tantamount to Defeat, for it is momentary".

It reminded me of something Sun-Tzu said :

"Ultimate excellence lies not in Winning every battle, but in Defeating the enemy without ever fighting - The highest form of warfare is to attack strategy itself; the next, to attack alliances; the next, to attack armies".

That prompted me to think of our current culture and society and the enemies we face almost daily. I think Lee Child said it a superior way in one of his novels :

1. Be on your feet and ready.
2. Show them what they're messing with.
3. Identify the Ringleader.
4. The Ringleader is the one who moves first.
5. Never back off.
6. Don't break the furniture.
7. Act, don't react.
8. Assess and evaluate.
9. Don't run head on into me!

My apologies to all those authors concerned, if I seem to have taken them out of context, but there is an association of philosophies implied herein.

From Dennis Leary to Timothy Leary

2009-07-11T00:12:00.004+10:00

In 1956, Timothy Leary was the Director of Psychology Research for the Kaiser Foundation Hospital in Canada. He had just completed writing a 518 page book titled - 'Interpersonal Diagnosis of Personality: A Functional Theory and Methodology for Personality Evaluation'. It was described as the 'Best Book on Psychotherapy of the Year'.

In early 1960 he ingested seven of the Sacred Mushrooms of Mexico - 'psilocybe Mexicana', and as a result of the experience, dedicated his life to this 'new instrument' of psychology.

By 1963 he was experimenting with and studying the effects of LSD. He was using two books by Aldous Huxley as reference points, The Doors of Perception and Heaven and Hell.

In 1969, Leary joined John Lennon and Yoko Ono at their Montreal Bed-In and Lennon subsequently wrote him a campaign song called "Come Together". In the same year time he wrote an essay for David Solomon's book The Marijuana Papers. The following is an excerpt from that article.

"None of us knows how to handle the power and promise-threat of mind-expanding chemicals. But if I am confronted with a fifteen-year-old who does not know what he is doing and a fifty-year-old who does not know what he is doing, I'll take the fifteen-year-old every time. In using a new form of energy, whatever mistakes the teenager makes will be in the direction of sensation, love-making, curiosity, desire for growth. The fifty-year-old has abandoned sensation, lost the impulse to make love, killed his curiosity, and dissipated his lust for growth. You know how he uses new forms of energy: for control and power and war making.
Support the kids. Listen to them. Learn from them if they will let you. They are closer to their nervous systems, closer to cellular and seed wisdom, closer to the Divine Energy than we parents".

In 1971, Hunter S. Thompson, (a compulsive hermit with an atavistic fondness for the .44 Magnum and extremely amplified music), put an altogether different twist on the culture of drugs and kids.

In Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas he said: "The big market these days is in downers. Reds and smack - Seconal and heroin - and a hellbroth of bad domestic grass sprayed with everything from arsenic to horse tranquillizers. What sells today, is whatever Fucks You Up - whatever short-circuits your brain and grounds it out for the longest possible time.....The Milltown man has turned, with a vengeance, to skin-popping and even mainlining.....and for every ex-speed freak who drifted, for relief, into smack, there are 200 kids who went straight to the needle off Seconal".

With that oblique thrust at Timothy Leary, Hunter S. managed to predict the sadness of the current youth culture. Those of us older and sane enough to remember the opening of the doors of perception in the 60's and 70's should be ashamed that we, as a majority of substance abusers, did not use the newly gained awarness to positively change the world.

Help the youth of today to experience mind altering substances completely and safely. We, as adults and parents are responsible for the corruption, greed, death and poverty that plagues mankind today.

Sorry kids, we just got too stoned and forgot about the consequences of the fun we were having.

Timothy Leary passed away in 1996 and his ashes went into space.

Atavism

2009-07-09T22:09:00.000+10:00

"I am not a New Man. I drink and I drive and I smoke and I puke. I will not bond and I will not share. I will not nurture --- and you can bet your powder blue party-dress I ain't gonna cry. I pine for the sheer stupidity of the old days when men brandished hammers and built huge hulking cars which tore open the ozone layer and crushed furry little animals, and walked naked through the woods pissing and barking."

: Dennis Leary

Fundamental Human Truths

2009-07-08T20:57:00.000+10:00

1. You will receive a body.
You may like it or hate it, but it will be yours for the entire period this time around.

2. You will learn lessons.
You are enrolled in a full-time informal school called Life.
Each day in this school you will be given the opportunity to learn lessons.
You may like the lessons or consider them irrelevant and stupid.

3. There are no mistakes, only lessons.
Growth is a process of trial, error and experimentation.
The failed experiments are as much a part of the process as the one that ultimately "works".

4. A lesson is repeated until learned.
A lesson will be presented to you in various forms until it has been learned.
When you have learned it, you can then proceed to the next lesson.

5. There is no end to learning lessons.
There is no part of life that does not contain a lesson.
If you are alive, there are lessons to be learned.

6. "There" is no better place than "Here".
When your "there" has become a "here" you will simply obtain another "there" that will again look better than "here".

7. Others are merely mirrors of you.
You cannot love or hate something about another person unless it reflects to you something you love or hate in yourself.

8. What you make of your work and your life is up to you.
You have all the tools and resources you need.
What you do with them is up to you.
The choice is yours.

9. The answers are inside you.
The answer's to life's questions are inside you.
All you need to do is look, listen and trust.

10. You will forget this.

: Anon

Creativity

2009-07-07T16:46:00.000+10:00

"The man who follows the crowd, will get no further than the crowd. The man who walks alone is likely to find himself in places no one has ever been before.

"Creativity in living is not without his attendant difficulties, for peculiarity breeds contempt. And the unfortunate thing about being ahead of your time is when people finally realize you were right, they'll say it was obvious all along.

"You have two choices in life: you can dissolve into the mainstream, or you can be distinct. To be distinct, you must be different. To be different you must strive to be what no one else but you can be."

: Alan Ashley-Pitt