Friday, December 27, 2013

Right and wrong, Good and evil, Truth and lies, White and black?

Busson is a proponent of "venture philanthropy", which seeks to multiply the effectiveness of charitable pursuits by applying to them the same management practices which are used in business ventures.

Venture philanthropy sounds more like egophiliac to me and an obscene oxymoron.

Hedge funds, the black beast of capitalism, sleeping with charity while getting filthy rich in the process and I can help but feeling a little edgy myself now.

Getting a fortune of 150 Million Euros while dating the likes of Elle McPherson and Uma Thurman in the process can only remind me of Balzac’s “With great fortune comes great crimes”.

Ironically dating the daughter of the American representative of the Dalai Lama well it’s just that: IRONIC. 

Mind you  Tenzin Gyatso doesn’t look any poorer than the pope himself. The world is full of irony.

I know that good and bad, truth and lies, the standards of morality and all that jazz are supposed to be RELATIVE but one has to draw the line somewhere no?

I can’t help again but being reminded of some lines of this wannabe holy book I read so many times: the epitome of goodness apparently, the standard of justice and truth.

1Jn 2:15  Love not the world, neither the things that are in the world. If any man love the world, the love of the Father is not in him.
1Jn 2:16  For all that is in the world, the lust of the flesh, and the lust of the eyes, and the pride of life, is not of the Father, but is of the world.

And again

Joh 15:18  If the world hate you, ye know that it hated me before it hated you.
Joh 15:19  If ye were of the world, the world would love his own: but because ye are not of the world, but I have chosen you out of the world, therefore the world hateth you.

So the world, the COSMOS certainly loves Busson and his likes.

And in this absurd obscurity of nihilism here it gets all very confusing.

There is an inner desire in each one of us for some sort of justice I suppose, and since we never find it down here we tend to invent it somewhere else and justice as I see it will never be anything but wishful thinking for eons to come.
Some perfect world to come, where no one is burning in hell for eternity and moreover where no retarded ignoramus is rejoicing over this convoluted so-called fact.  That alone is such misguidance that it removes all hopes forever for humanity.

Can one just stand here and say “This is wrong” and “that is wrong”?
Or the opposite, “This is good” and that is good too”?

Of Course no one cares of what one thinks, especially when one has money.

In the meanwhile my utopia/dystopia is getting more and more muddled.

I cannot invent the perfect world in our human terminal limitations.

Can’t see it either, not now, not in a million years, not in a billion, not in 5 billion.

After that ‘time’ one would assume it is beyond any hope now.
A sense of innocence, of infantile wide-eyed amazement, of justice and peace and love we all want but none of us will ever get.

Is that what differentiates us from monkeys and does it necessarily make us better than apes now?

Robert Thurman reminded me of Janis Joplin’s “Cry Baby” running away to Kathmandu, divorcing his wife to “find himself” and although he is a very educated man I can’t help but feeling he is somewhat like all of us more or less very misguided.

Anyway that ‘venture philanthropy’ sure got me thinking now. 

Wow what an odd concept!

It reminded of how much so-called charity money goes into administration fees and advertisement and what not. 

150 million euros of it now is a mighty mega admin fee.

Do not let your left hand know what your right hand is doing seems to be trivial at this point really.

Of course something is deadly wrong with this world but no one has ever ever come close to remotely fix it and less of all religion and/or politics so what is left to do?

Bear and grin? 

Eat and drink and be merry? 

Or more importantly for the sensitive souls, go on top of a mountain
and close your eyes, your ears and your heart while you hold your breath.

Talking about it ain’t gonna do shit but I am still posting this.

A fool is a fool is a fool. :) 







Wednesday, December 4, 2013

One wasted day at the time

Before too long…

All this will be gone , all this delusional dream that I could have been someone, that I could have been a contender, that I could have left a mark, a name, a memory, a legacy, …SOMETHING

Many have left something behind in much less time.
I have ‘beaten’ Balzac and Proust and Christ, I have beaten Christ himself,
let’s not mention Alexandre the Great here and so many others.
In May 2014 I will have ‘beaten’ Dickens himself.

All ‘beaten’! In YEARS that is.

Soon, this consciousness, this potential, this great white hope will be gone and forgotten.

Would I have an eternity, I still don’t see me leaving a mark, given that many others would also have an eternity to leave their mark, but then again was I the only one, that eternity alone would be my flavourless mark.

What does it matter really one might ask?
Do you think Balzac, Proust and the above mentioned are any happier for the better that they are ‘remembered’?

In all probability soon enough, give it 4 or 5 billion years, all of us will disappear in utter dust, nothing left at all.
No memory, no books, no deed, no records, no digital mark of any kind.  I do expect that Voyager gold CD to be long gone as well.

Maybe in the year 802,701 there will be some vestiges of old forgotten memories no one listens to anyway, and maybe Herbert George was totally wrong and we will be all gone by then also.
Who knows?

Truth is most of our forefathers are forgotten and have no history or memory whatsoever. 
Who knows anything much about the daily lives of our great- great- forebearers anyway?

I just can’t help though watching every minute going by as one breath closer to death sometimes and wonder why?

The good old sempiternal questions: Who am I? Where am I? What is the purpose of life? And more importantly who’s gonna be in the bottom two on the X factor tonight? :)

A longing for deeper meaning, for so called ‘truth’ which is at best a recognition of some of the lies methinks sometimes.
The antithetic Lethe river.

A longing for ‘true’ knowledge, here is that word again.

A longing for wisdom and sense in an unwise and insensible world.

Maybe all a disguise for a god complex
and a sense of narcissistic superiority?

What would I do with the truth anyway?
And with all knowledge that passeth understanding? 

What did Charlie Gordon do? 

Here is one that is still 'hanging around' at 86, Daniel Keyes,
50 years after his absolute masterpiece,
May he be remembered forever!

Most actually just literally lose their ‘minds’ as soon as they get too close to the fire.

The infamous Icarus Complex.

I watch things judging people’s creativity or lack of when mine is not any better when all I can say is I could do better with the subject but I don’t, as a matter of fact I wouldn’t know how. 
I see a great potential and I see the possibilities and the lack thereof but bottom line I am nothing but a Salieri who thanks to Peter Shaffer, F. Murray Abraham, and Milos Forman, at least WILL be remembered for something as the ‘patron saint’ of MEDIOCRITY.

I still would not know what to do with my favourite subject of all: dystopia.

Dystopia and time travel certainly have tons of potential but none I can exploit properly.

In the meanwhile I guess I can keep on reading the works of the true masters even though master is a loaded word.  Not sure what to think so far of shallow pedantic spoiled rotten rich child Marcel here… fascinating at times and so irritating at others with his sycophant snobbery and warped little mind, his fake duel and all his utter bullshit and so much of it… a bit like life itself really, digging though tons of manure to find one or two precious gems. No gems that I could use I am afraid but pleasant to look at when one falls upon them and quickly forgets them isn’t it what we do when we search for lost time now?

Attracted by the old and proven classics all the while neglecting other good potential dystopias like the Veronica Roth Divergent series. Still haven’t finished the Lois Lowry’s quatuor.

Anyway as long as there is life there is hope ‘they’ say,
don’t ‘they’?

Let’s make it do Dickens' 58th now and move on. J

One wasted day at the time.

P.S. Editing is not my forte but a second though occurred here that 'remembrance' in many ways is also very provincial or parochial as I like to call it. Notice there is no Chinese, Portuguese, Greek or Romanian, Norwegian or Senegalese, or any other nation celebrated memories here and in history, we tend to remember them locally like Louis Hemon for instance.  Wikipedia is not exactly the barometer of success but still. :) 


And the hours go by like minutes 
and the shadows come to stay 
So you take a little something 
to make them go away 
And I could have done so many things, baby 
If I could only stop my mind from wonderin' what 
I left behind and from worrying 'bout this wasted time 

Ooh, another love has come and gone 
Ooh, and the years keep rushing on 
I remember what you told me 
before you went out on your own: 
"Sometimes to keep it together, 
you got to leave it alone." 

So you can get on with your search, baby, 
and I can get on with mine 
And maybe someday we will find, 
that it wasn't really wasted time 


  

Alexander III of Macedon (20/21 July 356 – 10/11 June 323 BC) 32
Honoré de Balzac 
 20 May 1799 – 18 August 1850)  51
Marcel Proust (10 July 1871 – 18 November 1922)   51
William Shakespeare (26 April 1564 (baptised) – 23 April 1616)  almost 53
Charles John Huffam Dickens (
7 February 1812 – 9 June 1870) 58


Thursday, October 24, 2013

Dreams of Dementia

I realised my blog has been dead for months.
I myself somehow feel somewhat dead too even more so since I came back from Canada.
  

Praised be I, writing, dead already and dead again" - Jack Kerouac

Add to this my unpleasant stay at the hospital. The usual post travel depression I suppose that has been haunting me for years now.

Life goes on here at a different pace, on a different planet kind of, where nothing seems to matter much between sunrise and sunset or rising up and laying down in my case which are closer to sunrise and sunset than ever lately.

Plus I’ve had a couple more dreams of dementia / Alzheimer’s lately and it makes me realise maybe somewhat 

(here is a nice solid expression: maybe somewhat, nothing like determination and conviction eh?
J )

It makes me realise, as we all should, that life is very short and consciousness is extremely fragile.

Does it make me act better? Of course not.

If I try to find the one thing I’d love to do it seems like “writing my dystopia” comes to the top of my mind automatically but the sketch alone seems to be an impossible task to create. One just does not conjure a dystopia out of thin air no matter how much one loves other people’s dystopia.  You would think I should read more dystopias and watch more dystopian movies really but no, this is not happening either.

In fact my current reading (the word reading alone creates such a turmoil of emotions in me, of dreams and failures and realisation of my ‘hopeless’ condition, where as much as I love reading and do have plenty of time to escape into it my mind has kind of slipped away at the concentration level and I am slowly slipping on the downside of this Charlie Gordon bipolar wave) so my current reading as I say is a HUGE endeavour, in fact an interesting almost impossible challenge for me but time will tell, I have started to read nothing short of PROUST’s A la Recherche du Temps Perdu. 

What a task for an unreliable bipolar mind to undertake.  Let me bore you with numbers for a sec here (if you hate numbers well just skip this paragraph then J )

War and Peace 587,287 words
593,493 in the Old Testament and 181,253 in the New Testament giving                774,746 words
God = 774,746 words
Shakespeare = 884,421 words
J.K. Rowling  1,084,170 words
(such as the Harry Potter series which totals)
PROUST: 1, 200,000 words  4,211 pages, 7 volumes
Could be worse I could be reading
Wheel of Time - Robert Jordan 3M 304k  or
Malazan Book of the Fallen - Steven Erikson 3M 325k
Mind you I have read a few words in my life but sparingly my know bible alone reading amounts to 6,329,487 counting my 7 times the whole book plus 5 more times the NT and not counting the innumerable times where I started at the beginning and “died” somewhere either in Exodus or Chronicles the great killer.
Also had many reading sprees over the ages, L.M. Montgomery, John Irving etc
end of number obsession J

Anyway it has been a pleasure so far to read Proust (and according to many that is all that counts, pleasure) and I do understand how he made it to 1.2 million words as he alone can go on and on and attach one synonym after another forever and ever, let’s add 4 more adjectives here and 3 more verbs yeah that should do it. I would absolutely HATE to be his translator though. J

So back to what should I do with the rest of my life well right now I have about 90 minutes to think about it.  Most good writers apparently also must be avid readers but where is the balance between the two, hell if I know.  

There will be some reading I suppose and maybe one day that magic sketch will pop in my mind all written up
(isn’t this how everything happens?)   

In the meanwhile, we go on one breath at a time hoping order will keep on fighting chaos for a little while yet.

For some of us, chaos seems to be having a ball lately and for others well it is just temporarily delayed because in the end as we know what Maxwell Smart did not tell you is that KAOS always win, and CONTROL is just a temporary illusion, like the ephemeral beauty of agent 99.

J

I could rattle on forever about the merits again of questioning everything, of challenging every word, of the hubris and self-righteousness of religion and most philosophies, about the necessity to break out from the crowd but to go where exactly? We are unfortunately gregarious animals, hopeless apes and there is no gratification in sitting on top of a mountain alone with the possession of all truths and all wisdom, with a clear, unpoisoned even though somewhat very limited mind.  As we will only be as the Floyd once said

older 
Shorter of breath 
And one day closer to death 

So Ciao for now then and you keep on thinking y’all,
even when I here will stop one way or another.


 Adding on my dream just for the record

I do not remember my dreams most of the time unfortunately (or is it fortunately now?) but this one I do, 45 mins after getting up and it went a little like this.
I was living in an apartment on the first floor, apartment 6 in fact, and also in the back of my mind I was owning/renting ANOTHER apartment.
First thing I remembered after was being a mile away from my place in a blizzard, crossing a very dangerous street in the dark and cold, squeezing between fast traffic lines of trucks and buses and cars in the snow and in the dark too.  After crossing that very busy road I ended up walking a mile in fear of death in a very cold and dark and lonely road barely dressed.
Then I got to where I live, apartment 6, but everything had changed, it was now a room full of chairs.  I saw someone and asked him the day, month and then the year.  He said something like 17 (or 23?) of November and then when I asked for the year again he said 2013.  In my mind it was kind of like September and I realised I had totally lost a couple of months in my life not remembering a thing.
Also I was trying to figure out why was I caught in such a blizzard as early as November as well.
I found the janitor and showed him my room. At first he did not recognise me but then he remembered. He said: “You said goodbye and you said you were not coming back”.
In the meanwhile I was really lost and confused and scared wondering where the hell I had been for the past 2 months without a single memory left of it.
This is not the first time I dream I have dementia / Alzheimer’s but it is quite a troubling nightmare.  One has always wondered for millennia whether dreams really have any significance.






Monday, June 24, 2013

the phenomenon of life

on a lighter side again and maybe for the first time this blog
is written straight on the blog itself as opposed to first on a word document and pasted and copied and edited on the blog.  For whatever it means but here it goes.

The blog site auto-correction apparently does not like the word blog itself. :) O well added to dictionary and problem solved.  Did I say here it goes? well here it really goes.

I was talking to my mum late last night (mid afternoon for her) and I learned for the first time that my mum had rubella when she had me and of course transmitted it to me as a newborn PLUS I was born in a basement in the middle of winter, a CANADIAN winter, with a faulty furnace and therefore no heat at all.

In other words from day one I was lucky to be alive and to survive, not mentioning my later multiple extremely dangerous manic adventures on top of that.

And somehow it is the same thing for every ant and human and any other gazillion species on this planet that so-called miracle of life (still looking for another word for that phenomenon, a less mythical and religious word perhaps)


phenomenon (n.) Look up phenomenon at Dictionary.com
1570s, "fact, occurrence," from Late Latin phænomenon, from Greek phainomenon "that which appears or is seen," noun use of neuter present participle of phainesthai "to appear," passive of phainein (see phantasm). Meaning "extraordinary occurrence" first recorded 1771. Plural is phenomena.



I might just keep this word now PHENOMENON as words are important and too often devious also not mentioning tainted, I could go on and on on words if you know me at all but let's go back to my phenomenon of life here.

So I am still, here it will be 57 years and a half soon or 

roughly
3000 weeks
21,000 days
half a million hours
30 million minutes
1.8 billion seconds

and the rest of the numbers well it is not up to me really, in fact any single one of these numbers is not and never has been up to me.

And everyone of these seconds is also relative of our consciousness, of our association or DISSOCIATION with every single one.

There is this old disease with a new name now where all these seconds are very relative indeed as technically you, your body, is still here but your mind is gone.

There comes a time when time is not time any more.

And back to my consciousness pondering, time is only time when I have consciousness of it. One could almost say that sleeping time is not really time as one find relief from pain or imprisonment in it somehow.

So I was "lucky" from second One I was told and I guess I have been "lucky" every other second after that in some way to be still here annoying you with my ramblings.

or as Little Nell would say:

I'm Lucky, You're Lucky, We're ALL Lucky!

here is another word that needs to be examined LUCK aka Fortune.

So in the spirit of spontaneity I think I will end this rambling here for the mo' 

to be continued in a near future if and if and if ...





Infinitesimal specks of dust in a humongous universe

Infinitesimal specks of dust in a humongous universe which by itself could be the smallest of universes and is only limited by our knowledge and that knowledge itself could be extremely limited as well since epistemology will tell you there is no way to know

i.e. you cannot test knowledge by knowledge.
Watching my pet rabbit for a few minutes frolicking in the back garden I was admiring the ‘miracle’ of life.  I hate that ‘miracle’ word really and will try to change it for something else one day like other words we use. So far I have almost completed the transfer from God to Fuck since both are so easily interchangeable and I cringe every time Doctor Who uses the word ‘creation’, and especially attached to whole, whole creation.  Doctor Who with its prophets and prophesies in a billion years from now a world that has obviously not evolved much still preoccupied much by war, sex, and religion.  Aliens are strangely like us, a bit like other fictitious characters, called gods, being strangely like us.
The ‘advantage’ of the Homo Sapiens or the difference anyway is that we write, we transfer stories, useless knowledge which rabbits and dolphins don’t seem to bother with much.
Like no rabbit here unless his name is Peter or Bugs will come and write stuff on a paper or a keyboard. We do. 
Our specks of dust leave particle that if not stay a little longer than other animal particles at least float in a different realm for a while, a realm of zeros and ones that we also call thoughts.
We leave some stuff behind and for most of us our stuff disappears quite quickly but for a few some stays a little longer and by longer let’s keep it in perspective* too:
Mozart, Plato, even falling out of fashion good old Marx and quite a few more.
It doesn’t do anything to them at all that their ideas stay behind it doesn’t change the composition of their transmutated atoms one bit,
rien ne se perd rien ne se crée as you wish.
Many errors and lies also have been propagated for centuries, even milleniums.
So this blogging is nothing short of an urge to extend my stay at times.
Considering blogs die faster than Europeans in the Great Plague it is a bit of a vain and hopeless task I admit.
And these zeros and ones are as fragile as life itself as I took the time to do a save before a short necessary break here.  One power surge and they are all gone all previous 430 words.  As Emma Thompson knows so well. I wonder if Stephen Fry reminded her of the story of Thomas Carlyle and the French Revolution as he spent hours trying to retrieve her Oscar winning script.  Today it is a short power failure, back then it was a careless maid and a fire and 300,000 words gone in smoke.
So my atoms, my zeros and ones will remain a little longer behind me like an old Facebook account of a deceased one.  How long and why would it matter now is another question.  What good will it do me for them to think of me is irrelevant what is left is what good will it to them or do you dear reader?
Tic Tac Tic Tac shorter of breath and one day closer to death as Pink Floyd would say. I am always a bit horrified even though it does happen many times a day, everyday and everywhere but the media loves to remind us the rest of us don’t exist by reminding us that one of us, a “CELEBRITY’ of course DIED today at only 51.
At 57 and a half soon I realise I have outlived so many celebrities and historical giants in two ways, one in the amount of years that they have lived and two in the fact that even if they had died older than I am, well I am still here and they are not. 
It is the strange feeling you get when you watch some old movies and some of these old movies are not that old let me tell you and you hear yourself whispering in a creepy way a la Haley Joel Osment. “I see dead people”.
I am here now, I leave some sort of a wake behind me until my wake, or a wake before my wake if you prefer.  Mind you I don’t really want a wake.  When it’s over, it’s over someone must have said before.
Leave a wake before your wake.
Here is a sentence that would lose much in translation I am sure.

* How Long Has There Been Life On Earth?

The earth is about 4.5 billion years old, but life did not exist on this planet until about 2 billion years ago, when certain kinds of bacteria and algae began to appear.
Land plants did not appear until about 430 million years ago; reptiles, 300 million years ago; and modern mammals, 75 million years ago. The first apes appeared about 35 million years ago, and the first apelike men, about 10 million years ago. Man, himself, has been on earth for only about 300,000 years.
If the 4.5 billion year history of the earth were to be measured in proportion to one year, man would not appear until Dec. 31, at 8:30 in the evening!



Friday, June 14, 2013

And Justice for All

“The punishment sometime don’t seem to fit the crime”

 Steven Victor Tallarico

It seems more to come straight out of Dostoyevsky doesn’t it?

It comes out of every single thinking mind I suppose.

More words that we humans are awesome at massacring, torturing and defacing beyond any recognition. 

Crime, Punishment & Justice!

Yeah, Right!

On this planet (or any other realm really) NEVER, not once.

For the reason that we just don’t know what it is at all. 

We have 7 billion plus different ideas of it all.

The poor it is well known doesn’t get justice and the rich buy injustices all the time.

What is Justice? What is a crime? And What is fair punishment?

Where does the letter of the law apply and where does mercy come in
and to whom and more importantly why?

What about our growing numbers of psychopaths who are beyond redemption or healing?

With PRISM now in this was probably the last blow to justice ever possible.
All you need to do now is commit a thoughtcrime and this is it.
If you resist, you will be assimilated, resistance is futile.
The whole purpose of this PRISM is not to find terrorists but to eliminate all resistance and trouble to one’s agenda. 
The moment one gets in the way his whole past is exposed to light
and an enormous Ad Hominem war starts.
Destroy the man in order to destroy his message and that is all there is to it.  


People LOVE Ad Hominem they crave it, want it, and need it daily like a good drug. 

Why do you think all these scandal rags and lame disgusting tabloid and daily shows survive so well?

Why do you think there are so many Wal-mart customers lining up at the cash reading the national inquirer? Translate that in any language in any nation now, Tesco customers reading the Daily Mail or what not. Trash reading trash.

And if you think you are not trash then why are you reading the trash then?  We all are getting trashed slowly. In line at the cash, in doctors office, anywhere we wait, what does big brother serve us? Trash Magazines or Oprah or Judge Judy or some other idiocracy on telly. 

Try turning the telly off just once in a waiting room and hope not to get crucified or lynched or at least really hated and yelled at, treated as a traitor.

So back to Justice or the word/concept of justice whatever that is.

What is just really and more importantly who decides?

Submitting to a ‘jury of my peers’ seems to be the most ridiculous and unjust thing I can think of.

And finding a fair judge is nearly impossible, consider that all these judges were lawyers first and there you have it.  

Some of Solomon’s wisdom is certainly greatly needed here but nowhere to be found. A superhuman judge with discernment and able to read lies even and cut through the Gordian knot of justice and decide what is fair for both parties always each and every time.

What is a victimless crime? What kind of justice do you apply to this and again where is the perspective, the comparison chart? Death Penalty for the accidental death of one and death penalty for the murdering of millions (it usually takes a politician for that amount)? Or life sentence as some other prefer but what is a life sentence today? For some it is a very short time with again another system that is failing us badly called Parole, meaning word literally.

Here is another big horrible trend rising now. First we had McDonald’s sued and ‘losing’ millions over a hot coffee but more exactly over someone utter stupidity and greed and now add on to this ‘civil damages’ for death I think they call it.

Shaking my head in disbelief and disgust over this world sinking lower and lower everyday really.
What is “civil damages’ for death? Well let me try to explain this to you. It is trying to compensate for the death of a loved one by COLD HARD CASH, putting a price to life and make the criminal pay in $$$$$$$$ instead of time which does not bring anything to you at all really. 

Cold, gross and utterly disgusting if you ask me.

Pure opportunistic criminal behaviour gone badly wrong really.

I mean reverse the situation now and try to offer some money for someone’s death and see where it goes?
I always resent mixing life and dollar value as if these two were compatible or similar.  We’re not even talking apple and oranges here, or temporal and eternal values or nothing close.

The government does it; corporations do it, but it is just wrong, deadly wrong pardon the pun.
So why talk about justice at all since it will never happen right? The closest we can hope for is a cheap clone of it called justice but we do not have what it takes to apply it and we will never have. Not the brains, not the heart, not the knowledge and nothing necessary to accomplish true justice. 

All religions of the worlds have tried to compound a few basic rules on paper and all have failed.  Laws for rape and incest and land and different murders and what not, read that bible of yours and find out what was really said about cities of refuse and rapes and slavery and all the tiniest details of one’s life: the bible or any other book covered in imagery of incests and bloody wars and violence and sexual prowess and cunning behaviours and trickery and lies.

How can we ever believe that this utter bullshit is the optimum spirituality? 

Puerile tales of a retarded race they are.

The Elyseum, Valhalla, 1000 virgins? 

I mean fuck come on! 

Wake up and smell the coffee someone.

And you only have to tell yourself one thing, if one is wrong (and they can’t all be right) then they are all wrong, every one of them. 

From Allah to Zeus,
from Baal to Yahweh,
from Christ to Xolotl,
shall I go on?
From Dionysus to Wagyl
From Enki to Vishnu
From Freya to Uranus
From Gaia to Titans
From Hercules to Sisyphus
From Isis to Ra
From Jupiter to Quetzalcoatl
From Krishna to Poseidon
From Loki to Odin
From Marduk to Neptune

One of the very proof that they are all wrong is that there are so many god of wars among them, approving, conducting and condoning war all the time including the Lord of Hosts himself Yahweh Sabaoth.
Some would argue that ‘evil’ has to be warred against but then again their definition of evil always leaves to be desired and is quite limited really and fickle and whimsical, in fact they have no idea what evil is and wouldn’t know it if it was right under their noses.

War is evil and evil is war, so any solution including war cannot NOT be evil.
Blood and murders in any book have always been a big no no.
Life is the only thing sacred and whoever takes it for any reasons.

Well I guess justice might be paid if a life was taken for each life I mean
a president (or a soldier) would not last very long though,
you have one life to choose,
pick wisely. 

As for the other billion injuries we inflict on one another
who knows how to amend or make it right? 

The Talion law apparently doesn’t work and mercy serves no one.

We like to imagine parallel universe these days and change a thing here and there and even though I believe there is no such thing it still is fun to run to dreamland to escape an otherwise very sad apian reality.
The thing is though that I wouldn’t KNOW how to imagine a perfect world, not sure if anyone of us has this capacity, this ‘power’, the tools needed in our epistemology to do so?

In fact a perfect world in our deformed minds sounds utterly boring really and yet…
Many write about the failures of human beings as being our strengths somehow or compensated by other strengths but are they really? 

Does Love really cover a multitude of sins?
Does One Sinner Destroyeth much good?
(The sempiternal bad apple)
Is there such a thing as Redemption?
Can we BUY BACK our past evil deeds?

It makes a good story but it doesn’t really REDEEM anything at all.
What is done is done is done is done is done.

How can you cover a past hurt given or received?
How can you bring back one single life?
One might be able to erase a physical scar but the cause remains even when the effect disappears from our eyes.

Enough Zeros and Ones wasted on this for the moment but questions are good.
Socrates was a fucking genius! J

We live in a strange world where everyone wished to the other peace and salvation with their mouths but their actions lead to war and perdition. Shalom and Salut and what not.

Strangely enough a literal translation of the Hebrew “How are you? Good!” Could read

How is your peace?
In perfect order.
Ma Sh’lom Cha?
Beseder Gamur.

What is order now and more importantly what is perfect?

As for order Pacino described it well in of all title “JUSTICE FOR ALL”

"You're out of order! You're out of order! The whole trial is out of order! They're out of order!

The whole world is out of order, therefore one could say Chaos reigns.

Chaos might have been our first and only god in fact.

Chaos is the one sure thing it was there at the beginning and it WILL be there in the end. This universe contrary to our religious lies is not without beginning and with no end, it is not eternal and it is all we have.

And in the meanwhile? Well the Ecclesiates and Voltaire might agree here.

Ecc 11:6  In the morning sow thy seed, and in the evening withhold not thine hand: for thou knowest not whether shall prosper, either this or that, or whether they both shall be alike good.

"Excellently observed," answered Candide; "but let us cultivate our garden."

Well my garden happen to be words and I won’t be rich that way J

He that observeth the wind shall not sow; and he that regardeth the clouds shall not reap.

But I will keep talking to the wind no matter what King Crimson says

I'm on the outside looking inside
What do I see
Much confusion, disillusion
All around me.

You don't possess me
Don't impress me
Just upset my mind
Can't instruct me or conduct me
Just use up my time

I talk to the wind
My words are all carried away
I talk to the wind
The wind does not hear
The wind cannot hear.


Because after all as Wikepedia says Justice is a CONCEPT and one must never forget the CON in CONCEPT in fact this sounds much better in French really
N’oubliez jamais le CON dans CONCEPT.

Wisdom is better than weapons of war: but one sinner destroyeth much good.

But if a man live many years, and rejoice in them all; yet let him remember the days of darkness; for they shall be many. All that cometh is vanity.












Tuesday, June 11, 2013

A MYTH IS A MYTH IS A MYTH.

Power corrupts and absolute power corrupts
absolutely but some of them big canon atheists, the big names, always seem to get too big for their britches. 

Each having their little personal agenda and pet peeves and picking and choosing, all of them. 

Dawkins especially at times but the others too,
Hitchens, Harris, Shermer and Cie

The trend lately is to pick on Islam as a favourite easy target somehow and most of them do not dare to touch the Orientals/Hindus/Buddhists with their untouchable mythologies and mythical mythological stories, the same horrors of wars and sexual prowess as the Greek Judeo Christian or other mythologies. 
Stories of hubris and incests and what not.

But why pick on Islam and not the horrors of contemporary and past Christianity and Judaism and others?

For one thing it is very hard to pick on genocidal holier-than-thou CHOSEN Judaism without being counter-attacked by the Mossad and being accused right away of anti-Semitism.
The Jews have been done wrong and therefore can do no wrong if you can follow that ‘logic’.

But if you want to be a true impartial atheist they are ALL wrong and deluded; all of them.

Not just Islam, 

Not just the Jews, 

Not just the Christians, 

not just the Hindus and EVEN the Buddhists, 

not just Wicca or any other MYTH, 

ALL and I mean ALL of them. 

Americans Indians, Australian Aborigines EVERYONE.

A MYTH IS A MYTH IS A MYTH.

But some myths are easier contemporary targets I suppose and more fun to poke at or at least more PROFITABLE.

So let you’re A in A-Theist be comprehensive and include them all.

Do not limit yourself in your war against lies and myths and delusions.
They are all wrong and ALL must go.

Do not BAN one.


BAN ‘EM ALL!

My feelings about Russell T. Davis characters

I get this odd feeling watching Russell T. Davies characters. 
Some sort of rage, 
very old rage 
over injustices and wrongdoings.

A lot of his good guys male characters are totally emasculated and ridiculed.

He seems to come up with this idea that it is OKAY to be unfaithful to a dull ordinary good guy. 
To go madly in love with a superhero and have a huge fling with him is fine.  

His women have the same relationship with the hero that they would have had with Jim Jones or David Koresh or even Charles Manson.  

Worshipping the leader and looking down on the ordinary loving faithful good man that has always been there.

At least if they left the former to pursue the later but no they keep turning the blade in over and over into the good guy and bleeding him for all he’s got.

Some really strange unreal kinky fantasy if you ask me.  Does it apply to all sexual orientations now I don’t know?

But I find it very resentful and irritating.

Not only is it okay to be unfaithful in body, in mind, and in heart but also good to lie about it and cover it with some retcon.  

Mind you so far Rose is not as irritating as Gwen Cooper about it though.

 I haven’t seen the rest of them so I can’t comment about it but after over 50 hours of Davis story watching that is the distinct feeling I get.

Plus his female characters are so clichés and almost misogynist as well. The hysterical gung-ho totally illogical and dangerous female who has to be rescued by the wise male, so patriarchal and old.

Like I said many times if everything was hunky dory and perfect there would be no story to tell but I can’t wait to see some decent character writing on both sexes one day. No need to go to opposites and extremes either, just a regular thinking human being of any sex will do.

It is probably hard to remain normal when the story is so over the top I suppose with so many impossibilities to begin with why not add some more.  Not that I could do a better job writing anyway and in general he comes with brilliant ideas to explore and political and philosophical points of all sorts to ponder over for aeons.

Wild ideas like no death and children kidnapped by aliens for drugs and the ‘compromises’ of high level corrupted politicians and what not.

But so many characters seem so petty and selfish as many would be in real life I suppose like the whole world perishing and someone boohoohooing over his pet or girlfriend etc. 

Get with the program buster!

Anyway I am sure there is more to ponder about this but having lived in the cult for many years, I am painfully reminded here of this infuriating character flaw.  It seems quite normal for many British programs to have bossy cows as American have horrible patriarch figure a la Archie Bunker. 

Speaking of which is there a show where Penelope Wilton is NOT a bossy cow? LOL Harriet Jones, Isobel Crawley! Get Thee behind me!

Having never watched the older Doctor Who I wonder if that attitude was prevalent in the pre-Davis world now?





The Voice Australia 2013

Alright alright why not?


Every time I read a celebrity magazine I feel dirty and everyone and his monkey has a blog on current tv programs of some sort so here is my POV and my not so humble opinion on my favourite show lately, almost the only show I really watch.

Here it goes.

I LOVE musical shows of all sorts, Australian Idol, Australia’s got Talent, even X factor to a point and definitely these days The Voice.

I really enjoyed it the other day when Michael Paynter AND Caterina Torres were eliminated. Everything was at last right in the Universe and my faith in humanity was almost restored. J

That these two made it at all was everything that was wrong with the world and there were so many irregularities and too way too much hormones involved in both of those choices.  First of all Delta has no business at all pushing other coaches button, that is a hand cutting offence in some countries and Ricky made me question his real orientation with is matador machismo over a pair of legs.

So all was going well in the world and then last night there was a major upset with the sad loss of Miss Murphy, quite a shock to my system as I was sure she was a shoe in.

Then the whole thing went anticlimactic.  Lame bland songs one after the other and I don’t care how many hits they got on YouTube. 

I was really hoping and expecting Danny Ross to come up with his Everpresent song but he didn’t so we will never know I guess if I was right or not but I strongly believed that this song could have clinched the title of the Voice on its own.

So here we are and I don’t really care who wins now I mean I’d like to see Danny win but then again the title hasn’t helped Karise Eden that much so…

Harrison seems to be a favourite and good for him and good for Seal another coaching victory under his belt.
I will keep wondering if that everpresent song ever came on the discussion table at all and why it didn’t make it as to me it is one of the best song written ever.

So here you go my two bits on The Voice Australia 2013 edition.

Hope Danny makes it internationally as he is a true artist and musician way up there with Tom Waits, Bob Dylan, and Van Morrison.

That’s all I gotta say about that.


Ciao for now

Sunday, June 9, 2013

Water and food and shelter and medical attention to ALL equally

Industry a word that used to refer to cleverness 
but thanks to man’s cleverness it is now more associated with the satanic mills which were a big industry too and there are still millions of ‘satanic’ industries, modern slavery, using chewing and spitting out blood and souls out of an infernal insatiable oven.

It seems nearly impossible these days to not dread a job, a mean of living, that will not chew your ass out from Monday to Friday and Beyond.  A world of fairness and no abuse is only a fantasy for most. 

Predators and Preys is more like it just like the animal world really but with an added humiliating touch. 
I try to imagine a world where everyone works for his peaceful happy living seeking ONLY what one needs for the basic daily requirement of he and his family.  Someone said once that we could stack the entire population of earth in Texas or something like that and the numbers and geometry seemed to be right.
Imagine that now 7 billion people with a house and a garden and a little white picket fence, working the land and all, living happily.  Mother Nature certainly has not always helped in that aspect but a few rare people have succeeded.

Imagine a world full of Helen and Scott Nearing now, self-sufficient in all.  

Everyone has plenty and no one needs to fight.

From the beginnings of time it has been nearly impossible to achieve with feudal system and capitalism bleeding the poor to death always, never treating them as equal or giving them a chance.  All these nobles who would not be caught dead working because they are so self-important, feeding off the misery of peasants.

But this Industry is always out to get you, praising the conquerors at the price of the vanquished.  The music and entertainment “Industry” in this realm is not any less guilty than the satanic mills owners. It has chewed and spat out countless of hopeful souls who have been used and abused and cheated as much as can be.
Some I admit come out a bit too well off but then again it just keeps showing the inequality of it all.  Many are ruined and cheated and robbed in broad day life by the industry and its managers to the point where a tired and old Leonard Cohen has to drag his body all over the world just to survive.

Industry, Industrial and so many other words that are supposed to sound so nice and represent the pillars of our society are nothing short of serial killers most of the time. It is still the servant obeying the master and a synonym to slavery in too many cases though. 

We know that many psychopaths end up as CEO and we obey those fearfully and yet if that psychopath had turned out to be a serial killer instead we would run away from him as far and as fast as we can.
All this again to say that at heart I certainly am a communist in the best sense of the word. I haven’t studied or read any of it, Marx or Lenin or Trotsky and all and I do understand also the impossibility of the dream, certainly the impossibility of the dream without violence which I am also against but the dream itself is nice, very nice.

All labourers profiting equally from the fruit of their labours and needy people looked after properly. 

Water and food and shelter and medical attention to ALL equally 

not counting the price.

Very Utopic indeed I know and it will never happen but in the world of MUSTURBATION as Ellis calls it, it is the best there is, the best SHOULD possible.

How the world SHOULD be.

Impossible to imagine on a planetary scale and even impossible to imagine on a national scale, in fact I would say impossible altogether as many cults have proven.  Power it would seem and ‘administration’ always become abusive as if no man could withstand it without being corrupted. Something about the want of power itself is insane altogether and a chaotic hive produces no honey.

It doesn’t seem to exist much in the animal world either as if Life itself was meant to “evil”.  That survival of the fittest thing is murder to most of us.

Survival of the ‘cunningest’, the most twisted, devious, cruel, and sanguinary?

Looking back it would seem like “Life” has always been like that wouldn’t it?

I hate to give Life itself an entity, a will, a personality like all those new age charlatans do. “Life” has no will, it does not care about us individually one single bit.  As a matter of fact we may have one consciousness and one body but we are not one life, we are billions of lives in one container, and all these billions of lives try to survive as long as they can and when too many of them go wrong well the whole system fails and that is when we, as a bigger container of many lives, fail as well.

Funny how our economic system mimics our biological system at times. Capitalists would love to point the finger and boast here. See! That’s how it works.

Back in the old days you had to procreate 12 to have at least 2 of them procreating again and that’s how it goes, tough luck for the ten losers but we still grieve each and every one of them well those of us who can still grieve not the psychopaths CEO’s and serial killers I mean.

But this ‘groaning creation’ still leaves to be desired.

Without the eugenics of a “Brave New World” and without the sempiternal so necessary apparently CLASS DIVISIONS, 
one would like to think that in a parallel universe somewhere life doesn't have to be such a bitch.

One would like to imagine higher purposes somewhere, higher entities so much BIGGER than our biggest petty incestuous entities we call gods. 

I mean Yahweh, Zeus and Krishna Come on! 

Children stories of pettiness, bloodshed, and sexual overdrive.

A world where a life is not a constant struggle led by violence and pettiness and whimsical behaviour?
I do have to admit though that writing the history of such a world would be a tremendously boring task from a human POV.  

Imagine a story with no violence, no murders, no adulteries, no incests, no jealousy and no pettiness?
What is left to write about?

Happy people have no history and that in itself is the tragedy right there.



late 15c., "cleverness, skill," from Old French industrie "activity; aptitude" (14c.) or directly from Latin industria "diligence, activity, zeal," fem. of industrius "industrious, diligent," used as a noun, from early Latin indostruus "diligent," from indu "in, within" + stem of struere "to build" (see structure (n.)). Sense of "diligence, effort" is from 1530s; meaning "trade or manufacture" first recorded 1560s; that of "systematic work" is 1610s.