My Beef with Darwinism.

It is not that we come from monkeys and that we didn`t need a god whatsoever, (always the underlying idea) but the worst part is to do with the utter dismissal of human inherent stupidity and greed by trying to explain it away by a more tribal, visceral NEED.

Back in the days of colonialism and Victorianism, tribal and visceral was also a sign of human failure and stupidity “metaphored” into superstition and dark mythology and associated with animalism.

Why can`t stupid whores be just that? Stupid Whores! Why do we need to justify or explain their lewd behaviour away?

It comes back consistently in Darwinism and our sex life is always interpreted as intrinsically good and for our best future when it is plainly evil and twisted at times. I guess Le Marquis de Sade was also probably expressing a subtle survival skill for nothing but the benefit of the whole human/apian race.

Scientists and researchers! What a waste of good minds for bored and bone dry media sensationalists.

I hope that everyone knows by now that the “Scientists and researchers” are nothing but weasel words.

Weasel words is an informal term^[1] for words and phrases aimed at creating an impression that something specific and meaningful has been said, when in fact only a vague or ambiguous claim has been communicated.

Wikipedia

And I had promised myself not to rant today and I have barely been awake for half an hour! I guess I should stay away from these evil Medias then. I can live with watoday and ninemsn and even Google news in English or French but when I fall down to the level of Daily Mail that is when I feel really dirty! LOL! There isn’t even a point ranting about those low life scums who have nothing to say but will get one (celebrity) picture out of context and drool or spit over it for a nauseous length of time.

One of these days I’m gonna pull a Jerry Fletcher in Conspiracy Theory and hit a big one and hear a big Oomph! Not really my intention since like Georges Brassens, yes I intend to die for my ideas, but from a very very slow death! J

Anyway here is my contribution for June 28^th, 2010.

P.S. I hadn’t noticed the link was related to Cleo. So now we are talking REAL “authority” then a bit like Woman’s Day and New Idea. Insert sarcastic grin here.

http://www.cleo.com.au/women-with-lower-iq-more-likely-to-pursue-rich-men.htm

WOMEN WITH LOWER IQ MORE LIKELY TO PURSUE RICH MEN

22 Jun, 2010

Scientists have uncovered a Darwinian explanation behind why less intelligent women have a stronger tendency to seek out 'sugar daddies'...

A new study from the Michigan University has found that women with lower IQ are more likely to be attracted to rich men than their smarter counterparts, reported UK's Daily Mail.

The findings suggest that contrary to popular belief, there's more to the 'gold digger' phenomenon than pure greed. Researchers are now suggesting that it could be seen as an "instinctive urge to guarantee a secure financial future for any potential children."

Lead author of the study, Dr Christine Stanik, of Michigan University, says it is "only natural" for women with limited education and career prospects to pursue men who are able to provide financial stability.

‘In ancient times, women evolved an attraction to men with wealth because they knew such a mate could improve the chances of their offspring’s survival,’ said Stanik.

‘It is a very strong gut feeling that is hard to shake off, especially when a woman does not have her own career which would give her financial independence.’

So next time you feel like indulging in an episode of Girls of the Playboy Mansion, don't give yourself a hard time. Remember, it's not only mindless reality TV you are watching -- but true Darwinism at work.

Got Stoned out of my mind...by a hot stone massage that is!

I was TREATED today to the ultimate experience.

105 minutes of utter bliss where the superlatives kept

running out and words failed me, unusual for this big mouth

here but words kept popping up like bliss, heavenly,

nirvaniac, untoppable and so many more I even had to

invent a few as you can see.

The Ultimate Winter Treat to be chosen over a week in Bali.

Got Stoned out of my mind...by a hot stone massage that is!

What could be better on a cold Sunday morning than an

infinite moment in bliss where each second is thoroughly

enjoyed. Heat and more heat and hardness of stone to

soothe achy and tired muscles and techniques and ploys out

of this world. You could feel the good energy and the multi

techniques knowledge right to your bones who were thankful

as well.

Oh yeah did I mention the words priceless and sublime

also?

I shall be eternally grateful for this piece of heaven on earth.

So if you have an hour or two to spare in the Perth region I

for one can tell you where to go! :)

Thanks Deb! Words would fail me for this as well but it was

and still is very much appreciated.

If I was rich and famous I`d have this everyday but I got a

feeling my body and my mind could not take it: a bit like a

strenuous workout without the exercise part where you need

a day off to recup from all the goodness.

And also I suppose that what makes it so precious as well is

its rarity but then again one can never have too many

precious gems or gold either! :)

Me and my big mouth I always said I was gonna get stoned one day!

Follow the Money! Follow the Lies!

Hurt Mining, Hurt Everyone.

The world's highest mining tax will hurt everyone. Click here to find out how it will hurt you.

So what does one hear and see and more importantly THINK when one sees this Outrageous Propaganda on Facebook?

Oh let`s read this unbiased report filled with truths and enlightenment. I THINK NOT.

I don`t know if Rudd is right or wrong all I know is if you are going to attack the oligarchy, you better have big guns or fast legs.

Money has its own ways to get what it wants and it doesn`t care much for anything, last of all truth.

No need to do the right thing Mr. Rudd.

That would be impossible from where you are.

You have too much to lose and money put you on that chair and money can and will take you out just as easy.

Bottom line is it won`t make any difference at all either way whether you are reelected or the other loser/puppet fills your shoes.

I do have to admit though the other puppet seems even scarier as the big money might not mind his Holy Inquisition approach as a side kick show.

Small Print at the bottom

Authorised by Mitch Hooke, Minerals Council of Australia 44 Sydney Ave Forrest ACT 2603

The Minerals Council of Australia (MCA) represents Australia's exploration, mining and minerals processing industry, nationally and internationally.

FORUM: name See SHIT MAGNET.

So why is it when you dare to quote a person, let’s say Mozart or Napoleon

Some blanc-bec comes and accuses you: “So you think you`re fucking Napoleon now?”

No I don`t think I am fucking Napoleon as a matter of fact when I think of fucking

I`d rather be fucking Cleopatra but that might be considered necrophilia

Fuck! One can never win in this fucking name game mania.

Quoting or mentioning a name does not infer transmutation of soul.

It does not make me Mickey Rourke in Barfly or Marlborough Man or Angel`s Heart

But some frustrated angry loser might try to find some logical fallacies to throw at your face.

(One with a huge chip on his shoulder and some ISSUES as we say today, not mention the huge stick up his ass that needs to be surgically removed)

The more frustrating when the accuser has a vocab of three words: shit crazy and stupid.

Have you ever seen how many kinds of fallacies there could be? WOW!

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_fallacies

Way too abstruse for this obtuse now.

What I like about the truth sometimes is that it “seems” so much simpler even though it is almost impossible to get at in this world! Not everyone’s name is Dr. Cal Lightman

PLUS even the master would struggle with reading a cold screen

Behind which hides a gazillion Fucking Napoleons!

You can’t write shit! Of course I can write shit. I can even spell it and smell it.

TOO ABSTRUSE FOR THE OBTUSE!

AMEN TO THAT.

IN SECULA SECULARUM.

AD NAUSEUM.

TOO MANY NONCE-WORDS

OR TOO MANY NOTES HERR DIREKTOR.

SO LET`S TAKE THE GORDIAN APPROACH THEN

AND SLICE RIGHT THROUGH IT

AND CALL IT SHIT!

WAY TO GO ALEXANDER

ENOUGH WITH THE MEANDER.

Ignorance is Strength. Freedom is Slavery. War is Peace.

- Orwellian Sarcasm and Sad Contemporary Reality.

Bottom line is there is breech of human rights and freedom and liberty and every thing decent all over the world in hundreds of places and countless countries.

You don`t see any of the western world forces involved in that for the simple and only reason that there is no MONEY to be made.

So our young men die for the mighty dollar and we swallow all the bullshit the officials give us about freedom and such.

Plus plus plus we back them up en masse. The people voting obviously having NOT lost one of their closed ones.

Callous and Blind and Self Centered but this had been predicted thousands of years ago.

And we call this EVOLUTION!

How can one even imagine that man is intrinsically good?

It`s beyond me.

THEY HAVE EYES BUT THEY DON`T SEE; THEY HAVE EARS BUT THEY DON`T HEAR!

Jesus himself was quite amazingly accurate on this one in fact!

I’ve just read three upsetting news today in a very short time :

3 strikes in a row as far a freedom and truth are concerned.

The huge loss of freedom is everywhere and nanny state is but the understatement of the century.

1. US wanting a kill switch on the internet rather an overkill switch indeed.
2. Japan banning fat people and
3. “Secret” videos coming to media of children bombarded in Afghanistan as if media and truth ever mixed well to begin with. So called lateral damages always hidden from us poor Elois while the Morlocks feast and party.

Three more blasts on truth, liberty and freedom in 5 seconds and I assure you that the seen or perceived blasts are nothing short of a tiny weenie part of the humongous iceberg of lies we are fed every day.

Having eyes and ears is not enough apparently.

What would it take for us to see short of a “miracle” whatever that is?

Writing all this and I don’ t expect anyone of us to do much about it anyway, including myself ‘cept maybe this little note of alarm as a watchman suffering from laryngitis.

Ring the bells that still can ring,

Forget your perfect offering.

There is a crack, a crack in everything!

Every plumber will tell ya, :)

While the killers in high places say their prayers out loud.

I HAVE SO BEEN DERE DONE DAT!

I read bits and pieces of Kerouac and Bukowski and I find bits and pieces of me, some of them big and almost identical and others kinship of spirit like.

Hitchhiking thousands of miles and lost and cold and crying so far away from home and so utterly helpless and almost hopeless: been there done that too.

See previous blog on that: Different Light, Lightly Different

http://prophetofnoprofit.blogspot.com/2009/12/different-light-lightly-different.html

The countless beatings and the cruelty and the rage that boils with it facing my powerlessness and the injustice of it all until one day you get just about big enough to scare the bullying mom just a little and slow her down before you get to plead temporary if not permanent insanity, I mean she was totally fearless and push my buttons far beyond what I thought they were able to take and endure. In hindsight it seems that mental instability was rampant in the genes as there was a bit of a psychopath in her for sure. Referring to Bukowski`s dad for those of you not familiar with BUK.

Down to the post office where BUK lasted 12 years, I didn’t last 12 days.

Vividly remember as if it was yesterday, and yet there are so many things I have forgotten but I haven’t forgotten THAT one. Year is, well about, 1971 before the automation and implementation of the postal code. I am 16 at best fresh out of school after a couple of lousy jobs, 6 months of hard labour and slavery with my dad, exploited at 90 hours a week for $20 lifting 600 lbs carpet bails, when the minimum wages back then was $1.65... anyhow long story short again and as always too late for that I was quite pleased to be hired shortly after Christmas as surplus employee to clear the backlog they had suffer with that strike and the Christmas rush and lo and behold I only started at 10 AM there was a God after all and the pay was not bad at all in fact the best I had had so far... So here we start and they put me in front of one of those cubicles with pigeon holes in the form of half a honeycomb one row of ten by 10 squares about straight in front of you and 2 more rows on the left and on the right at about 45 degrees maybe 30 so you can still see you next bench colleague if your pile of mail baskets is not too high that is.

So here we are 10 to 4, extremely well paid, and I have Papineau to Park Avenue and within the first hour I can do my job with my eyes closed, I memorised it all and it`s easy peasy in fact way too fucking easy peasy. Two hours in and I am bored to death and struggling to breathe with the stuffiness and the bloke next to me tells me he has been doing that for THIRTY years and my jaw dropped and I really questioned his sanity and whether or not he was a fucking hero or the ultimate loser. Barely make it to the end of my shift and crawl home in the grey of winter. Day 2 and I think I was asked to start at 8 this time. Supervisor comes asked me what time I started yesterday...? 10...! What time did you finish? 4....then I noticed that in the overwhelming backlog they have, the supervisor never shows up again but before he leaves he tells me to show up at 10 the day after ...cool.... by 9 o`clock I can`t take it anymore this pile of baskets is nothing short of Sisyphusian and I am about to die of oppression and boredom so with my heart beating hard in my chest I just fucked off at 10AM and went to breathe some good air outside...day after rinse and repeat, supervisor comes in ask me what time I started 8 , what time did you finish FOUR I LIED and we went on again marking my hours in his book, telling me what time to come in the day after sometimes 8, sometimes 10 and moved on. That little scenario lasted 10 days with me pulling my disappearing act as soon as my hours were logged in or shortly after. I was paid for like 60 hours of work at 3 or 4 times the minimum wages at that when I had hardly done 20 and I was quite proud of myself in fact to have disappeared among the crowd of hopeless drones buzzing in that madhouse.

In hindsight today after all these years it just seems to me again that there was just no way I could have handled this for more than I did, ok yes I could have quit but the money was easy and the system was overcrowded and weak so I took my money and ran. Yes it is a service to the people and yes someone needs to do it even though they have found a way to get rid of most of these drones now with automation but it just wasn’t MY WAY and my kind of service. BUK hated it with a passion but he kept at it for 12 long years of course in an American System where you can`t afford to be different ... but I won`t explain or excuse BUK he was a much better man than I am.

Working has always been bad and evil to me some sort of a curse in fact I tried to do without a la Bukowski: I mean the constant abuse of foremen when I was a blue collar to the treachery and cut throat approach of your equals when you move on to be a white collar. I met a lot of wannabe Gordon Gekkos in my time using your head as a ladder rung to go up and ahead in the rat race, one stealing a $100 commission and my customer right in my face lying through his teeth...got my $100 back for sure but I learned a lot about trust or my lack of it thereof.

Customer Service and PR manager shit was the worst .the amount of abuse one had to take got me to a point where I have paid my pay forwards for the next 700 years and no one will fuck with me anymore...hell I can barely restrain myself in a bank line as a customer when some jack ass treats the poor teller like shit I really feel like stepping up and tap the guy on the shoulder and tell him Excuse me or don’t if I care but she cannot tell you that you are a fucking asshole but I CAN MR KING SHIT so move the fuck on and let the rest of us have a good day too PRICK!

And when you`ve done all that and swallowed it all in. your manager comes in and gives you the worst review of your life for the simple reason that he is too much of a fucking cheapskate to give you the proper raise that you so thoroughly deserve leaving you stunned and deflated and windless.

But I am not bitter J