ROLL OVER SISYPHUS!

“On arecent meditation retreat, I felt myself drawn to reflect on the stone andSisyphus’s relationship to it.”

Oh Fuck Have Mercy!

I do realise I am the same, we are all the same

but FFS

or as Vicky Pollard would put it

yeah but, no but, yeah but…

I fell on a thought of mineeeeeeeee

and like a rambling drunk

I worshipped it

and realised the shit that was coming

out of my ass and

out of my mouth, and

out of my head

was fucking gold

as I was contemplating this amazing wonder

that my belly button is.

I felt myself drawnnnnnnn ...

hopefully into quarters by four strong horses.

Feeling oneself is also called masturbation BTW.

The shit people say. And I know I said it already I am people too.

Wow! 

Quelle révélation.

It is mind-blowingly amazing the total waste of space and energy

us apes can be really.

The numberless babble, the empty words, the speculations, and 

conspirations and mindless drifting our brains go through.

Utter complete waste of ones and zeros 

a bit like I am doing now going on about it.

But even though there were Amazonian forests wasted in endless 

dribbles ever since Gutenberg’s invention, it now seems with so 

much space on the internet, so many blogs and vlogs, so many 

different channels on cable and what not, 

so much money has to be spent 

on creating utter expensive bullshit 

like craft shows and cooking shows 

and lame attempts at pseudo-science.

Oh well I hope I never ever feel “drawn to reflect” again to spare 

me the ire of Holden Caulfield on my utter phoniness.

End of rant

like sports commentator filling the air time with hot air

Ad Hominem???

WORDS, WORDS. AND WORDS.

Ad Hominem is supposed to be a fallacy apparently but I have the hardest time to totally separate 

something said 

from WHOM said it. 

It is quite important to me to know the source to explain some context and understand some interpretation and some misunderstanding.

Even though the text before seems to be quite innocent, the man himself has caused his mega share of suffering in my life and the life of my family.

His book, the cost of discipleship, was and still is I am sure an all-time favourite among cult leaders à la Jim Jones, David Koresh, and others; the same kind who use Watchman Nee as gospel truth.

The only purpose of it, the way it is used anyway, is to break any self-will, instil a sense of sacrifice, and mould a “disciple” to the leader’s will.

It was read out loud religiously in our cult group as a model to follow and as a brainwashing technique as good as any marines training.

So when a pastor comes to talk about stupidity obviously he is not talking about the vain belief in a dark ages’ gods and some literature he considers sacred as opposed to others.

For him to believe in a genocidal god is not stupid
 and therefore the hinch * and the paradox.

So what is a man to do now?

Ad Hominem is too easy to call 

and I don’t see it as Ad Hominem

since I don’t attack the author on other faults or on him being a criminal etc.

I question his whole being his whole belief his philosophy,

HIS CONTEXT which is as important as HIS TEXT 

if not more.

*hinch

A combination of the words hint and pinch. Applied in situations where someone doesn't get the hint, which is a common enough occurrence to necessitate the extension of a pinch.

The Science of Stupid

Wish I had a video but nah just an after the fact with poor angle me lying flat on the ground and all so here it goes.

We just got these nice wardrobes on Thursday June the First and Thank Fuck they were not from IKEA ...Pret a Porter and all that jazz unbox and enjoy

So here I am short on sleep trying to get a full view of the fore mentioned wardrobes, 6 feet tall with 3 feet of space to play with at the end of our humongous king size bed; so no problem 

Get the Higher Ground advantage right? 

So I climb on the bed and back up and back up trying to get a full view lean against the wall with my back for the best distance.

Except I forgot a couple of things: 

One.  The bed is on 12 casters.

Two. The laws of physics.for every force applied a counter force pushes back

AKA Newton's The Third Law of Motion

For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction.

So as the bed is starting to roll forward the film of my life goes before my eyes and I landed hard and hurt in a very small but very solid concrete floor scraping my body on that bedhead cage as well

The bed went forward  →

and I went downward  ↓

in a 3 feet wide space

Space which was just before at the other end of the said bed

ending up in this and a funny video I should edit some more

So here it goes a photo blog for a change like the rest of the world

What the photos don't show is the internal damage and the pain on my whole left side which makes it hard to do anything even walk or hold a frying pan with my left hand for example

What else is there to say? You Had to be there I guess.  We've had a good chuckling among the moaning as well.


C'est la Vie! 

Banana for scale is a 9GAG joke but it is a very small banana! :P 

I always meant to put some coasters on them casters but now that the horse is out of the barn it is a little late to lock the barn door.

Ciao for Now

And Sartre didn't even have the internet

 I'm a vet. Ptsd is a bitch but it's no excuse for killing her service dog. Hope she burns in hell

NEWSFLASH: 
Well according to your mythical & medieval belief she WILL burn in your non-existent mythical HELL 
and not because she killed a puppy 
but because she committed suicide 
therefore removing herself from the control and profit of priests, imams, pastors, the Spanish Inquisition, the government, and YOU.

It always amazes me to see 
the great Christian Values of 
Mercy and Compassion 
being proned in 

"FUCKING BURN IN HELL "

while foaming at the mouth like any other hysterical mob would do be they buddhists, or muslims, KKK, or christians.

Jesus said:
"But go and learn what this means:
'I desire mercy, not sacrifice.' 
but Christians go 
YEAH BUT....NO BUT...
like Vicky Pollard 
excusing themselves, 
justifying and 
rationalising 
what they say, do, or think
even better than Ted Bundy did himself.

Reminiscent of dark movies like
Deliverance and
Winter's Bone.

2nd NEWSFLASH: 

P.S. There is no such thing as hell 
as Sartre said 
and it is so fucking obvious 
as one reads internet comments:

L'enfer c'est les autres. 

Hell is other people.

Nietzsche certainly on to something  
People as a rule are control freaks 
and power is the leading cause of human apes.

Intellectuals are in dire need of “isms” for some reason

Nouvelle Chanson takes its inspiration artistically from Dada and Surrealism. Lyrically, inspiration is also drawn from fairy tales, contemporary poetry, and magical realist literature. It is also theatrical, and draws on the adoption of various personas.  ~Wikipedia

There is a great need in the small human mind to catalogue things to categorise everything, to put each idea, each breath in a nice compartment a comfortable little cube.

Particularly visible in arts: painting, literature, music.

The underlying idea being probably to simplify the marketing the profiting of it all.

Also to simplify life in our very simple minds.

By becoming an expert in one of those little cube one can inflate its self-value from the frog to the ox in his own mind.

Therefore the stench of utter pedantic behaviour and stuffiness in the arts and I might add also in science and in all aspects of life.

People hate so much saying “I don’t know” or “this is new and doesn’t belong to anything else” or “this is unique”.  

They all wanted to put Van Gogh in a box where Van Gogh himself didn’t even know if he was coming or going and was just EVOLVING, growing.

His brother certainly was strong in compartmentalising as it was part of his business and selling art is more than often nothing short of selling hot air.

When those pedantic stuffy expert could not find a box for someone they arrogantly called it “art naïf” because it did not fit in their expertise standards.

One had to belong to a school, one had to belong to a religion, and one had to be labelled catalogues and stashed away in a little box somewhere.

In this day of large numbers and expanding universe it gets harder and harder to find new boxes to put things it as less and less things fit in the fucking box anymore.

You knew now that that f word was coming soon didn’t you?

That pedantic stuffy attitude seems to be particularly relevant among the French but is seen worldwide.

Speaking of stuffiness here allow me a little parentheses on one of my latest pet peeve:  Michael Portillo.

Born with a silver spoon in his mouth, his name is synonym with utter failure and yet he mouths around the globe as if nothing had happened, au contraire.

My Bradshaw 1913 says, my Bradshaw this, and my Bradshaw that every 15 seconds regularly holding the red book like a flag making sure it is in every single fucking frame even holding it awkwardly at shoulder height for a headshot.  I can imagine him holding his relic in his left hand and jerking off with the right hand easily since he seems to be so utterly pedantic, stuffy, and fetishist about the item.

Every time I see him I feel like Jules Winnfield / Samuel L. Jackson:

SAY BRADSHAW ONE MORE TIME MOTHERFUCKER
I DARE YOU TO SAY IT

While Portillo mumbles shit with a gun in his mouth.

End of parenthesis

So back to my muttons here to use a common French expression.

We, humans, are strange to say the least.  Very limited yet totally unaware of our limitations au contraire practicing the Kruger Dunning effect exponentially.

We need to frame, catalogue, compartmentalise a constantly evolving changing world that we have to begin with very little understanding of.

It would seem a priori that Dewey was a cunt. :) 

Pliny and Aristotle tried to do so too and failed miserably IIRC.

Even the most modern attempt today will be risible tomorrow.

So why do we keep trying? Some sort of thumb in mouth comfort? Much related to our fear of death? Who knows?

Point is that to squeeze someone or something in a little cube is just smothering and futile. We are what we are and that’s it and that’s all. All of it in all its time and even all that is a nanodot on the radar of the universe. 

This cataloguing will be all gone too soon 

the kata and the logos altogether.

Eat and Drink and be Merry for Mañana blah blah blah

Intellectuals are in dire need of “isms” for some reason

But I won't be here anymore. Me. I'll be gone for good. If at least I'd learned something. I feel as helpless as the day I was born.
I haven't found a meaning. It's…
I have to search.
I have to keep searching.

We've been everything.
Separatists, independantists, sovereignists, sovereignty-associationists.
At first we were existentialists. We read Sartre and Camus.
Then Fanon, we became anti-colonialists.
We read Marcuse and became Marxists.
-Marxist-Leninists.
Trotskyists.
-Maoists.
After Solzhenitsyn we changed.
We were structuralists.
Situationists.
-Feminists.
Deconstructionists.

-Is there an "ism" we haven't worshipped.

Cretinism.

-God no. Think of Guo Jing.

Who was he? -An archeologist

with a skirt slit to the crotch.

Even you remember. -In the 70s,

China opens up to the West.

She comes on a cultural exchange. The

university sends its trusty radical, me...

I enter the dining room of her hotel.

I spot her, and die.

Beauty that could melt Emperor Qin's

7000 terra cotta warriors

I order tea, we make small talk.

I can see us doing Pekinese lotus.

-The Szechuan dragon.

To make myself appear intresting

I dive in: "Your country has achieved so much.

We're so envious. Your Cultural Revolution is wonderful!"

Her lovely black eyes glaze over.

I'm mortified to realize

that she's thinking,

"He's either a CIA agent

or the worst cretin in the West."

So much for the lotus and dragon.

For two years she'd cleaned pigsties on a re-education farm.

Father murdered,

mother committed suicide.

And some dumb French-Canadian who's

seen the films of Jean-Luc Godard

and read Philippe Sollers

says that the Chinese

Cultural Revolution, is wonderful!

Cretinism doesn’t sink any lower.

Voluntary simplicity.

in the living seconds

Every past generation has thought that this generation was going to hell in a basket at light speed.

2 things today,

1.       Thought on a 9GAG picture

2.      The Young Pope

1.       The picture was of one of those sempiternal lame lame American daytime talk show. 

Some poor sad fucked up emo kid and an even sadder host who has to listen to all this utter crap.

Title of post: It HAS to stop

Kid: “I am transforming into a sexless alien”

Lamer end line even: Every day. We stray further from god.

We sure seam to stray alright but our parents and our grandparents could have said the same.

Even though I do feel that with IT modern technology and especially social medias we ARE straying exponentially and that seems a little scary.

With hashtags like #lbgtqabcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz we will soon need an hexadecimal system to go further.

In this nurture vs nature fight the oil of social media is spreading every little virus like a fire in high wind.  It encourages the weak to come up with craftier ways to get their 15 seconds of fame.  I will leave it there for now as there is no going through the #lbgtqabcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz  without ruffling some feathers.

Now speaking on encouraging the weak let’s go to point numero deux.

I have been watching the Young Pope lately on SBS on demand and even though I am not a fan of Jude Law or the Catholic Church I am still watching, up to episode 6 so far I think.

It is funny fiction in one way to imagine that the Americans who love power and control could also get their hands on the Vatican one day but this is not what troubles me. 

Some say the new show 13 Reasons Why is dangerous.

I would say that The New Pope has even more potential of mental madness.

Such fanaticism and intransigence may seem purist and good and Francis of Assisi like even though the new pope sure loves to pieces all his ostentation and rich fabrics and show-off gear. 

But this fervour can only lead to psychosis.  

I can imagine thousands of weak minds good willing and good hearted and all seeking arduously a god that doesn’t exist and ending inevitably in a mental hospital with high psychotic behaviour of their own creation. Everyone creates his own god after all.

7 billion different gods on this planet and some are scarier than other: the more ignorant the believer the scarier the god not mentioning the evil power wielding priests and imams and what not creating powerful hysterical mobs to achieve unsanctioned murder.

If you stare in the abyss the abyss stares back.

His motives so far are dubious and weird but his speeches could lead many to utter madness.  The self-doubting believer trying extra hard to filter all of his dichotomies.  It has happened plenty of times in the past: Nelligan, Van Gogh and thousands of others.

Let’s not forget now that the main of Christianity in the Roman Empire was started by such a fanatic who had fallen off his horse and assuredly permanently affecting his temporal lobe thereafter.

Nothing good can come out of ignorance mixed with fanaticism.

Add to this the deep internal scars and all the failures of an “infallible” man and you have a volatile recipe for disaster.

Anyway not sure what the next 4 episodes will bring me as I suppose strongly that I will watch them and finish the fictive story, I can’t say the same now about 13 Reasons Why… Jury is still out on that one and also with most Peter Capaldi’s Doctor Who.  It would seem to me that the first season of True Detective has destroyed any potential good tv shows for me TD1 being the climax of all tv shows ever made.

I seem to have lost my mojo to binge ever since anyway.

Not impressed at all with the last season of Doctor Who and still wandering why I would watch it at all.  Man looks for trouble man finds it girl screams man saves the earth is getting really boring.

So here it is another lazy blog after a night of triple nightmares.

1.       Missed the train AND the Plane

2.      Flooded two rooms by forgetting taps on and going full Alzheimer’s, cried like a baby lying in 6 inches of water as Sue tried to comfort me and I had visions of losing my mind

3.      And the worst, sent a scout to our new vacation place to discover horror of horror that the internet connection is super slow

Goodbye Cruel World!  

Just Kidding… can’t go before September now and I still have this obsession to reach 2 billion seconds no matter what (just like my dad did)

May 15th, 2019  2:33 am and 20 seconds WA time give or take a second or two

I might be sitting here like when one watches an odometer reach the zeros

http://www.meandeviation.com/utils/lifecounter/makecounter.php?day=29&month=12&year=1955&hour=11&minute=0&size=medium&Go=Go%21

From Economy 101 to Epistemology 101

Just another tired and depressed blog

But what else can I do? 

I do still think even though it is getting harder and harder 

and I do still feel once in a while.

The following article was interesting to say the least andthought provoking.

I shared it on Facebook with “guilty as charged”.

The fact is even more evident when you post a scientific fact and many of your FB friends/sycophants like it and cheer it and you tell yourself yeah but this one also cheers some abomination or some religious bullshit etc. so what makes me different or better?

One thought that came to mind is the old verse:

The heart is deceitful above all things.  Some version added Incurable even.

Hive-mind may work with bees and ants but in humans hive-mind / mob-mind is usually disastrous and ends up in blood.

Two things here.

One our economic system is and as always been and will always be wrong.

I know less than nothing about Keynes or Hayek or Friedman or Marx or any Economy 101 masters.

MY Economy 101 says differently.

It is unreal, idealist, unfeasible, and highly Utopian.

Everything on this planet is counted in dollars costs: 

wars, sickness, even suicide as a loss of productivity 

and therefore PROFIT to society or at least the top rank of society.

My ideal economy says life/health is priceless, knowledge is priceless, wisdom is priceless. 

On a sideline here anyone who tries to profit by selling those is a charlatan.

My ideal word is

1.       Educated

It follows also the trend of educated nation by limiting births and population.

Education is free to all and making a living during education should be provided i.e. food shelter welfare etc.

2.      Free

Free in so many ways now.  My idealist problem being how do you provide a billion dollars operation to extend one’s life by one day?

Maybe by making it not worth one billion dollars but priceless.   The cost of things often influenced by supply and demand.  Life demand should be a priority. Ok maybe I don’t make much sense but I hope one gets the gist of my soul, the bottom line of what I would call wisdom.  Of course there are a million other factors like quality of life and human value we put on one another etc.

Technological comfort: free.  

Many priorities and much money would be re-established if we didn’t spend such obscene amount of money killing each other 

MOAB and Patriot and Drones and What Not.

It is starting to feel a little like brave new world though with everyone having his SOMA.

Now on the subject of free comes this problem with peer review and peer publishing and the cost of science.  When the goal is profit and get rich quick of course things are fucked. 

Science for the glory of the discovery?

That might be a little too idealist but some have done it.

Another major problem seems to be cognitive bias when one is more interested in achieving his pet theory than finding the real facts and therefore warps the whole system.

But THE BIGGEST problem of most science is that it is eventually bought and catered for mass destruction. 

The first fucked up question always to a new discovery is what is its martial value?

The hoi polloi usually get the trickle down economy of martial research. 

Trillions being spent on how to love your neighbour better by bombing the shit out of him. 

Medicine being used to heal “our” soldiers faster so they can go back to combat hell ASAP without having figured the problems of PTSD and the many incurable SUICIDES in Armed Forces who come to figure out that the enemy of today he killed would have been his friend tomorrow.

We all love Germans and Japanese now.

Many prophets preach on bended knee. Many clerics wasted wine.
Do the bloodied sheets on those cobbled streets mean I have wasted time?
Are there silver shores on paradise? Can I come in from the cold?
I killed a man in a far away land, my enemy I'm told.  ~James Blunt

To believe that the madness, the blood, the smoke, the noise, the murders, the rapes, the booze and dope is for the glory of what?

Defending my country??????????????????????????????

Warless countries are doing just as well without the PTSD.

They mind their own business quietly 

and do not try to control the world.

Nobody likes a meddling bully.

In conclusion there is no conclusion.

I forgot to mention also one thing I said often: extrapolation

i.e. the best science of today will be the laughing stock of tomorrow.

We never know that we don’t know 

Epistemology 101