Bredouille

Bredouille

Quite often an English word takes many French words to translate and explain

Examples

Jig:  Appareil de Montage

Pry: soulever avec un levier

etc

but once in a while a French word comes that does not have its full one word meaning and translation in English

Bredouille translated as empty handed but in French it has all this imagery of a fisherman. a hunter, an angler going at it for the whole day sometimes for days and coming back with fuck all, an empty bag, nothing to show for all his testosterone and manhood wasted at trying to be a Neanderthal hunter and gatherer.

So my blog has apparently been bredouille for 2 whole months but then again it was part of my very first principles somewhere established in one of my first blogs and according to Kerouac's philosophy and mine when you have nothing to say the best thing to do is to shut the fuck up. Also there was bad health and a cruise and some other excuses blah blah blah.

So all my ideas are the same blah blah blah Religious people are scary, War is Stupid and what not and what else? Oprah is our modern Jezebel and I am not Elijah etc

but here anyway is a little sign, a little hello to all my non followers to say I am still alive (not sure about the kicking part  though) the health seems to be going down at exponential speed. 55 going on 95 and only Fuck knows what's gonna happen next but I do intend to be around for a while to bitch and moan on the stupidity and ignorance of the greatest majority of  this whole planet we call Earth in English Terre in French  which also means dirt and in the old King James English Dirt = Shit so we might as well call this planet Shit anyway .

Au revoir et a la prochaine meaning Arrivederci and  Auf Wiedersehen

 and hope to see you soon with more of my premium top quality bullshit.

With a new year (2012) coming and who knows maybe the end of the world too I'll find some last words to write soon

SHIVER ME TIMBERS!

That is the madness we get with 300 millions idiots on the loose.

No wonder they wanna keep the lid on 1.2 billion idiots in the east.

IF there was a conspiracy

it would be 

that the conspiracy theorists are PART of the conspiracy itself

cuz they're fucking nuts and scary

and always go way overboard

to scare the common people back into the fold and the "system".

This planet is naturally stupid and self destructive

without the help of any conspiracy thank you very much.  

That would have to presume intelligence in the human race 

which is our greatest delusion.

Bottom line is we are monkeys with guns 

but monkeys who think they are smart

because they moved 

from stick and stones to nuclear power to KILL faster:

Smart Bomb is an oxymoron you moron.

(proof we are mindless and heartless: Dow Chemicals employees and execs sleep very well at night with no nightmarish visions of children being slowly burned alive with gooey petroleum jelly aka NAPALM melting their skin)

The company carefully considered their position, and decided that this was a matter of principle, and "its first obligation was the government".

PRINCIPLE? How can one talk such nonsense? Not really surprising since the whole race including Serial Killers specialises in "Rationalisation" and "Justification" of anything we do no matter how dark and evil it is.

We satisfy our endless needs and
justify our bloody deeds,
in the name of destiny and in the name
of God 

~ Don Henley

Some might say that Dow is "old" history but there is nothing new under the sun there are STILL plenty of DOW people out there and trigger builders, buffers and shiners.

 As André Fortin once said:

Kalishnikovs & Cie

pour faire rouler l'économie

The mass is idiotic even in the best hands or "shepherds".

Read Zola's Germinal!

A: the best leader will lose all of his integrity under the universal or at least earthly rule that:

Power corrupts and Absolute Power corrupts Absolutely.

B: Even if the leader is apparently good and "holy"

1. he will only manage to get killed (Jesus, Ghandi, Martin Luther King Jr. etc) and

2. His message will be destructed, ground into a million little pieces unrecognisable from the original very early, sometimes even before the leaders untimely death.

Because that IS WHAT WE ARE. 

DIVISIVE, PROUD, STUPID. ARROGANT and PETTY

as a rule as a group as a race.

There was no need for the Tower of Babel really since we can do it to ourselves without any outside help thank you very much.

WE, mark my words, WILL NEVER stop the wars the killing the stupidity as long as there are 2 human beings breathing on this planet. 

Sorry to bust your Nirvanic Bubble here.

We are defective engineering and unrepairable.

The rest is just part of the whole system of self-delusion we live in trying to imagine ourselves good and under control.

7 billion times zero still equals zero: simple maths.

 On a further note on Henley it always surprised me that Paul using the word NEEDS ONLY mentions Food and Clothing, not EVEN SHELTERS and he was a tent maker himself.

Henley had to rhyme his prophetic poetry I guess but NEEDS might be a strong word here:

Cravings, blood thirst , egotistical whims might be more like it but here we fall into funny semantics AGAIN.

Hamlet Jesus and Paul Simon

CRIPPLING SEMANTICS GO WAY BEFORE THE TOWER OF BABEL.

 

Sounds, Phonia, NOISE! Static!

Way before it gets lost in translation it gets lost in meaning right from the original.

Understand Comprehend Fathom? 

Understand Comprehend Fathom WHAT? 

Veritas, Aletheia, and Tryggvi?

Major theories of truth (here is a funny oxymoron)

Truth or TruthS now?

The question of what is a proper basis for deciding how words, symbols, ideas and beliefs may properly be considered true, whether by a single person or an entire society

In the beginning was the Word, The Verb, the LOGOS

Words Words and more Words 

ALL Cryptical at best 

some needing if not 10 to 20 words just to scratch the basic concept of the original 

when they don't need a 10 to 20 year university doctorate in mythology, philosophy, and linguistics alone.

Words Like...

Logos, Rhema, Nous, Phren, Pneuma, Psyche, 

Thanatos,  Tartarus, Gehenna...

Dukkha, Sukkha, Dharma, Karma, Akasha

For one thing, 

the Elohim Dabar, the "Word" of "God" 

is NEVER EVER CLEAR.

Word is never Clear , 

Semantics are never Clear

and and and 

God/Elohim is never ever Clear either 

as if they took pleasure in muddling things and fucking with us.

(much like men do in fact)

All canons are nothing but muddy waters 

claiming to be pure and distilled H²O. 

Add to this the fact that

Most of our "Education" today comes via the Media and 

Education and Medias in the same sentence is the perfect oxymoron

Education       by        Media?

Truth               by        Lies?

Wisdom          by        Ignorance and Stupidity?

it is like saying Unbiased Fox News.

Akasha is the Sanskrit word meaning "aether" in both its elemental and metaphysical senses.

It is the One, Eternal, and All Pervading physical substance, which is imperceptible.

In Hinduism Akasha means the basis and essence of all things in the material world; the first material element created from the astral world (Air, Fire, Water, Earth are the other four in sequence). It is one of the Panchamahabhuta, or "five elements"; its main characteristic is Shabda (sound). In Sanskrit the word means "space", the very first element in creation. In Hindi and Gujarati, and many other Indian languages, the meaning of Akasha has been accepted as sky.
The Nyaya and Vaisheshika schools of Hindu philosophy state that Akasha or ether is the fifth physical substance, which is the substratum of the quality of sound. It is the One, Eternal, and All Pervading physical substance, which is imperceptible.
According to the Samkhya school of Hindu philosophy, Akasha is one of the five Mahābhūtas (grand physical elements) having the specific property of sound.

AY THERE'S THE RUB

TO ME OR NOT TO ME

THERE IS NO SOUND IN PERFECT UNDERSTANDING

ETHEREAL AND ETERNAL TRUTH IS SILENT.

FELT, KNOWN, POSSESSED, TRANSMUTED, TRANSCENDED, WORDLESS.

ALL THE REST IS JUST RUBBISH.

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence.

perceive ye not yet, neither understand? have ye your heart yet hardened?

Mar 8:18  Having eyes, see ye not? and having ears, hear ye not? and do ye not remember?

For this people's heart is waxed gross, and their ears are dull of hearing, and their eyes they have closed; lest at any time they should see with their eyes, and hear with their ears, and should understand with their heart, and should be converted, and I should heal them.

Waxed Gross:

παχύνω

pachunō

More than likely where we get our word Pachyderm. Thick Skinned

 Funny from the KJV translators to put wax and ears in the same sentence.

Success Failure Winner Loser and other Useless Semantics

SSDB

Same Shit Different Blog

Success Failure Winner Loser Useless Semantics overly used and abused.

In the End WE ALL LOSE AND FAIL,

Lose our Life and Fail on keeping on living.

But the words are heavily used by nitwits and inbred yuppies and so many more.

One can fail someone or oneself once, one is not a failure for that.

One can succeed once or many times even and one is definitely NOT a success for that.

What or Who is a Success anyway and what does it mean?

Every day I wake up alive I succeed, I have succeeded.

I succeeded in living longer than many of my contemporaries or past legends.

I am a success to my last breath that is when failure and chaos take over on success and order.

Is there anything more puerile than sticking an L sign with your fingers to your forehead?

Some people never grow up therefore never SUCCEED.

But don't you call them losers for they'll beat you to a pulp and THAT in their primitive minds will make them WINNERS.

(Insert Monkey noises here a la Tim Allen.)

“Blogging is not writing. It’s just graffiti with punctuation. ”

 "I’m sorry that it was all so successful. I honestly didn’t mean it to happen like that. It’s hardly surprising that people grew to hate me.”  

~ Phil Collins

The paradoxical price of "success": 

more people will HATE you.

And if you are successful enough they will even KILL you, Jesus, Ghandi, Martin Luther King etc should I include John Lennon in here?

If he hadn't been a success he might still be alive. If he hadn't "succeeded" in his fight against deportation, he might still be alive.

Rom 12:2  And be not conformed to this world: but be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind, that ye may prove what is that good, and acceptable, and perfect, will of God. 

 I do pride myself in trying NOT to be conform to this Aeon, this Age, this Kosmos, this World, in trying to think beyond what is required or not required of me, in questioning every word and every thing, in also asking the right questions as Pynchon says.

'If they can get you asking the wrong questions, they don't have to worry about the answers.'  ~ Thomas Pynchon

 Is more of us better or worse now is another question I can't answer! ☺

 

WHAT THE FUCK WAS HE THINKING?

aka WAS HE FUCKING THINKING AT ALL?

Gen 1:28  And God blessed them, and God said unto them, Be fruitful, and multiply, and replenish the earth, and subdue it: and have dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the fowl of the air, and over every living thing that moveth upon the earth.

Gen 9:1  And God blessed Noah and his sons, and said unto them, Be fruitful, and multiply, and replenish the earth.

Gen 9:2  And the fear of you and the dread of you shall be upon every beast of the earth, and upon every fowl of the air, upon all that moveth upon the earth, and upon all the fishes of the sea; into your hand are they delivered.

Gen 9:3  Every moving thing that liveth shall be meat for you; even as the green herb have I given you all things.

Gen 9:4  But flesh with the life thereof, which is the blood thereof, shall ye not eat.

Gen 9:5  And surely your blood of your lives will I require; at the hand of every beast will I require it, and at the hand of man; at the hand of every man's brother will I require the life of man.

Gen 9:6  Whoso sheddeth man's blood, by man shall his blood be shed: for in the image of God made he man.

Gen 9:7  And you, be ye fruitful, and multiply; bring forth abundantly in the earth, and multiply therein.

Obviously HE  "didn't learn nothing at all" from HIS First Mistake.

It seems to me that many ignorant, superstitious, religious minds if I can call them minds at all seem to prefer quantity over quality for sure 

but then again when we get into "natural selection" we enter a dark unholy ground of eugenics and Nazism.

But the facts are that it IS the uneducated that replenish the earth the most and some are ordered to do so by their CELIBATE leaders at that.

We can only hope that natural selection will cause a massive lemming jump over the cliff for the human race as well as it does for every other inbred species that is overgrown.

The Apocalyptic horror of one third seems to be barely enough since it would only bring us back to the numbers of the 1982. 

I guess it all depends WHICH third "natural selection" CHOOSES! ☺

or turd as we say in French ☺

Funny that "God" seems to "think" like a priest or a politician at times or any power and control hungry freak out there... 

Hmmmmmm one wonders...

I hope my pony knows the way back home

That song really appeals to me in some ways.

I do feel like

I've seen it all boys, I've been all over
Been everywhere in the whole wide world

Even though I have never been anywhere near
Natchez OR Hushpukena OR Belzoni OR Talullah.

Nor have I been anywhere near all the boondocks that Jack Kerouac has been near to either but I have been many times in my own boondocks and many of them.

18 years old or so I slept downtown Montreal in an abandoned house above a chicken slaughterhouse, on cheap mattresses on the floor in a house with syringes in the holes of the walls and surrounded by what we called "water freaks", the ultimate addict who would used your old cigarette foil filled with crystal meth rinse it with water and crank himself with a very diluted form of his addiction. Got my jaw broken on my way there in fact, being at the wrong place at the wrong time and mistaken for a "bloke" what we called the English back then, by the time these guys realized we were NOT the "blokes" who had beaten up their mates, I had a broken jaw and my friend had cracked ribs.

16 to 18 hitch hiked many times the 200 miles to Quebec City for a Bluto or Wimpy Burger at Popeye's on St-Jean way before MacDonald's hit the country.  

Sometimes slept in the cemetery under a tree at the base of a 17th century tombstone with F's instead of S's. Have to confess I only slept there in daytime now LOL as I was too chicken to try it at night. ☺

Also went to see a friend that was not there in Quebec City and ended up sleeping in a jail cell only for the asking! ☺ I asked them they locked me in a tiny cell with a stainless steel toilet at 3AM and kicked me out at 7 AM.  So I DID spend a night in jail ONCE if anybody asks. That should be a good one in these 2 truths and one lie games.

In one of my many hitch hiking to Gaspe, I slept in the middle of a gravel road with my jean jacket as a pillow behind one of those construction bar, a plank on two "chevalets".  Told the young man with the detour sign there to make damn sure they DID make that detour, otherwise they would have run over me.   

Also rid in the back of a motorcycle holding to dear life to a stranger watching the road go scaringly fast under you, that was a very long 20 miles.  

 Hopped in a big rig on a gravel road,( there was always, probably still is, construction in the Matapedia Valley) and heard a big bang right next to my head.  Another rig was passing us by really fast and a pebble went through the windshield and hit the back of the cab and left a big dent there, an inch or two to the left and  I would have been the proverbial Goliath stone dead.

20 yrs old, I was 700 miles east away from home, had hitch hiked all that way to see a distant friend who happened to be gone 700 miles NORTH away from home, not knowing his parents well enough I had to hitch-hike my way back home in the cold and dark and wet middle of nowhere. Was wearing one of those red plaid flannel hunting shirt that got really wet and cold and heavy and soaked through and cried to God in the middle of the dark wet night "a thousand miles from nowhere". Was really happy and comforted for a short moment when a Good Samaritan FINALLY picked me up, only to realize the only reason why he didn't leave me on the side of the road like the other sober assholes was because he was shitfaced and could hardly drive, forget about talking, and every time an incoming car passed us by at 100 miles an hour and he barely got back on HIS side of the road I saw the film of my life and was ready to grab the steering wheel and pull us back in.   I was just too happy to go back in the cold rain but ALIVE shortly after has he stopped at the next hotel for a refill as if he needed one.

Got another short ride in the back of a provincial police car with no handles on the doors.  Stopped at New Carlisle Prison and asked for shelter but this time I was turned down and sent back in the rain.

1978 I spent my "2nd" honeymoon hitch hiking around Gaspe, about 1400 miles I'd say. All went well til Percé but then here came the rain again, falling on my head like an old emotion.
Add to this a dubious can of herring on a wet campfire and a diarrhoea from hell before the days of Imodium.  Just what to want really in life to be stuck in the middle of nowhere wet and cold WITH THE RUNS.  Past the tip of the Peninsula, drinking KaoPectate by the bottle,  on the north side, a nice Chrysler Imperial with WHITE LEATHER seats stopped to pick us up. Luckily my prayers were answered and this man stopped at every rest stop on the road and never knew how close his leather seats came to change colour permanently. ☺

TWICE I HAVE DONE THE 4000 MILES, 96 HOURS BUS RUN:

San Francisco- Vancouver - Montreal and San Francisco Milk Run to Montreal, 

stopping at every town on the way, waking you up just in time for a Marlboro break.   

One should never ever take a bed for granted after that.

Making it to SF alone was quite an interesting ordeal too.  Started with $400 in Montreal, blew over $200 in Ottawa on booze and errrr stuff, hitch hiked to Winnipeg, well basically crossed Ontario AGAIN.  1500 miles wide and prolly 1000 miles from nowhere at many points.  Ended up in the middle of absolutely nowhere in the middle of the nights eaten by the ferocious flies, remembered a RCMP station I had seen on my way there a mile back, walked back just to realize the station was closed but luckily they had a huge open inside hall highly illuminated with fluorescent but NO FLIES and ALSO a nice leather 3 seaters with none of these annoying arm rests that would either break your back or make it really hard to wiggle yourself out of there in the morning.  Spent the best night with my jean jacket OVER my head this time to cover them bloody lights.  Was refreshed enough in the morning to accept a long detour ride that required some shared driving and lucky enough also to get out of deep lumber desert on a lumber rig and closer back to civilisation AND Main Road.

Missed the ferry in Vancouver to Victoria, slept in a hostel downtown Vancouver, probably one of the scariest nights of my life, blocked the thin door with my dresser.  Met one of my travelling mates the morning after battered and bruised after having been mugged.

So many adventures, so little time and brain power. One of my last one was to Venture 20,000 miles away from home and that was a good one. ☺☻♥

Had nice travelling boots that I FORGOT to take off on a 36 hours flight, by the time I got to Kuala Lumpur at 40 hot and humid degrees at 3 AM and my first time ever entering a shuttle bus on the LEFT side, well a dead cheese factory would have been a more pleasant olfactory experience or my visit to this water processing plant in fact was better. ☺

Apparently after that 48 hours experience her first impression was more like meeting a zombie. ☺

So after 3 trips back to Canada, Paris and England I packed enough air miles to fly to the moon and back.

So Jack Kerouac let me show YOU how it's done! :)

OFF the Road now.

Stinky boots are retired.

Guess I've got that old trav'lin' bone, 'cause this feelin' won't leave me alone. ~ CCR

Guess that old trav'lin bone has finally left me alone

Some might notice some discrepancies between these two gospels LOL


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