Nasty Nazis and the Not-Sees

Dear Reader, I’ve decided. After a lot of thought, I’m plumping for 1st July 2007 as the date the fourth and final turning of the Millennial Saeculum probably occurred.

Regular visitors to the LoL may know that I’ve mentioned The Fourth Turning before, but if you’ve missed those posts, they can be found by…

Clicky speaks

*/jumps… Oh hello, Clicky! Don’t sneak up on me like that… Ah, you’ve got the link. Excellent! …pats snout… I’m writing a post for any Not-Sees out there…*

*Thanks! …/inhales… Well, there’s a lot of blathering going on in politics and media right now about nasty Nazis… /exhales… Seems pretty much up for grabs…*

*Naturally, I replied… /drags…*

*/blows smoke ring… And ‘the Law‘ has been relaxed, somewhat…*

*Exactly! Michael has spoken …/cough… I’d thought I’d see if I can’t help some of them Not-Sees to maybe, I dunno… /taps ash… look past the trees for once…*

*/sharp intake of breath…*

*Well, quite! History doesn’t repeat but it does rhyme… /exhales… And if you will religiously and unquestioningly implement and apply a nasty Nazi ideal… Well, just be careful what you wish for, that’s what I say… /puffs away… Anyway, I thought I’d give it another go…*

*/sigh… Prolly… /stubs butt…*

Dear Reader, the previous fourth turning occurred in the Great Power Saeculum…

The Great Depression & World War II (Fourth Turning, 1929–1946) began suddenly with the Black Tuesday stock-market crash. After a three-year economic free fall,
the Great Depression triggered the New Deal revolution, a vast expansion of government, and hopes for a renewal of national community. After Pearl Harbor,
America planned, mobilized, and produced for war on a scale that made possible the massive D-Day invasion (in 1944). Two years later, the crisis mood eased with America’s surprisingly trouble-free demobilization.

… The parallels are there to see

*Mm… Orange is a Shining colour, Clicky…*

Fanta originated as a result of difficulties importing Coca-Cola syrup into Nazi Germany during World War II due to a trade embargo.To circumvent this, Max Keith, the head of Coca-Cola Deutschland (Coca-Cola GmbH) during the war, decided to create a new product for the German market, using only ingredients available in Germany at the time, including whey and apple pomace—the “leftovers of leftovers”, as Keith later recalled. The name was the result of a brief brainstorming session, which started with Keith’s exhorting his team to “use their imagination” (Fantasie in German), to which one of his salesmen, Joe Knipp, immediately retorted “Fanta!”

It seems to me, Dear Reader, that Tobacco Control is the ultimate propaganda leftover of stale leftovers from the original Nasty Nazis… Can you knot-see?

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*Clicky, you read my mind… /flicks lighter… You know… /chases tip… I read last night that quite a lot of Not-sees on the Left…

*…/puffs… are experiencing PTSD… ‘President Trump Stress Disorder… /sniggers… Smoke, don’t smoke? …/shrugs… Perhaps what they really need is massage…*

*Invigorating…*

Enjoy your Friday evening, Dear Reader, and… Have a Song 😉

Missive From ‘Merica: No.72

Dear Reader, I’m not gonna fuck about with a witty title today – it’s been that kind of day…

I was 15 minutes late for work this morning having got stuck in traffic, in a narrow side street, behind a skip swap…

*No, Clicky, skip swap. More than one skip… And it was not that fast…*

Once I arrived at work, I had to wait a fucking age for a lift because only 3 were working…

*No, I work on the 8th floor… that 16 flights of stairs, Clicky… You take the fucking stairs…*

Once in the office I set my PC up, made a coffee and started preparing for a day of A Level excitement when…

… An emergency fire drill. So, I filed all the way downstairs with several hundred colleagues. It had been overcast all morning but now it had decided to rain…

*Well, that’s as maybe Clicky, but I then you didn’t have to walk up 16 fucking flights of stairs afterwards because several hundred people, trying to get into the 3 working lifts, meant an incredibly long wait…/sigh…*

Anyhoo… It’s just been one of those days, so please enjoy the following missive from Cade, the Okie Devil in Texas. It’s his 72nd, but I guess you kinda know that already…

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If I had a nickel for every time that I said …”if I had a nickel for every time”… I’d have a surplus of deficits…of nickels…and surpluses and deficits of them.

Or something.

Mystery = SOLVED! Next!

^Melvins – Revolve (Music Video)^

Apologies for skipping the typical greetings and jumping to straight to the social graces of being apologetic for lack of social graces in the greeting department…but I have things on my mind. Things…like…black holes.

Q: When we are beyond the calculable, what is the standard currency for calculation?

A: ?¿HuH¿?

I guess this is why space travel is such a mystery to me. If observation is not the point of exploration, and elimination of mystery is the point of exploration…what’s the point?

Seems to me that it becomes an exercise in what went right.

Meaning...we are obsessed with being correct. 

Yeah, this week, I’ve been watching some stuff I’ve already seen about space travel, but what best sums up the thoughts I’m trying to express here is a documentary about Australia. Primarily because I’ve been thinking a great deal about rocks and motion as it pertains to inter-dimensional overlap.

What in the FUCK is "interdimensional overlap"...you might ask? 

Welp…the existence of the micro within the macro is gonna be the first thought.

Think of an atom that is here on Earth/Terra, embedded in some rock…but this atom is actually entangled with/connected to something outside of our solar system. It’s just sitting here chillin’ for a while before moving on.

^The Secrets of the Ordovician Age – Documentary^

Lotta red and orange sand, soils and clay in Australia. Which is weird, because there a lots of red sand, soils and clay in Texas and Oklahoma. I wonder if there is a connection there? I dunno…got me to thinking about stalactites and stalagmites, and more vertical pushes and pulls of gravity/gravities as it relates to subduction.

Yeah...more straight up and down over time over times. 

Our planet does seem to spin. It even wobbles. And what is up at noon, is down 12 hours later, and back to up 12 hours after that…

so…yeah…

…lateral gravity waves that can be as finite as a single atom pushing here and pulling there, in more comprehensible/acceptable timelines. Not that I think you strive to commercialize everything. But you will publish your findings will you not?

Q: Where?

A: ...

Yeah…thinking that continents appearing and disappearing may have more to do with more than just rising/falling sea levels and plate tectonics. Lotta changes have happened over the last 12,500 years, and all of those changes are unique.

Maybe if you think along the lines of gasses within solids and/or fluidic solids, like frozen methane in seawater, the soup within our planet will make more sense as to why it’s prolly not what we think it is. Not all the time anyway.

^Deep Forest – Deep Forest Sweet Lullaby official video^

So yeah…black holes of the micro variety. If these are in fact destroyed at the moment of creation by these high-energy machines, how can you be sure that they actually originated here?

Therefore, how can you be sure that they are able to be destroyed OR created?

Maybe they are able to be moved…but can be neither created nor destroyed. They can be summoned…if you will.

I know, I know…you don’t like that thought AT FUCKING ALL!!!

Welp…what makes you think that I do? Cause I can assure you, I don’t. I like it even less when I think about where I’m going next.

Q: Is it possible for a micro black hole to become entangled with a human or other life form?

A: ...

Yeah…I wonder about “the storms” and “the storms within storms” as it relates to the more casual participant. If you think “chromium in water”… here, maybe this,  erm, unfortunate participant, won’t seem like such a stretch.

^Led Zeppelin – Four Sticks (1972 Bombay Sessions)^
So what's this business all about?

Welp…light more than anything. Along with gamma rays. So yeah, it’s kinda about speed(s) and how these pertain to wormholes of various kinds. So, yeah, novae…and maybe they aren’t what we think they are. I mean, the best way to extinguish a fire is via detonation, but this does not use up available fuel…let alone all of it. As a matter of fact, this tends to preserve energy/fuel(s) more than anything.

So thinking contextually about a single microscopic singularity that consisted of everything in a single point just prior to the big bang … um…

Q: Where were you?

A: !!!

Contextually, you were more when than where. BUT you were still where, so contextually… how small was this microscopic singularity? I mean, if you were able to view it then from where you were then – when then was then – how small was it?

What I am stumbling around is this notion of the creation of a machine that allows for time-travel more along the lines of how we currently view it.

Meaning...past is past, present is present, future is future. 

But you make a lot of assumptions about time there. Especially as time relates to matter.

EX: We’re gonna count to one(1). But this one(1)/this particular one(1), yeah, it’s going to take us a while to count it. That’s because this particular one(1) is going to be a measure of distance from one side of The Universe to the other. Trillions of trillions of years are going to elapse elsewhere, all while we ourselves travel from zero to one.

^Robert Plant | ‘Big Log’ | Official Music Video^

I guess I’m seeing some things that maybe science doesn’t want to see, because they assume that these things are prohibitive or inhibiting.

Welp…as much as government is in bed with science, we’re going to have to bring up self-restraint here since you are going to be contradictory with your application(s) of what is acceptable, and when via who. Prolly why there is such a desire to segment and separate. It opens new pathways of exploration of the same goddamn premises and concepts via different modes and mediums.

Sorry…but that dog don’t hunt. It doesn’t change a goddamn thing.  I don’t expect you to have answers for me personally, but I get the feeling that you are gonna have a shitload of them for me at some point, whether I want them or not.

^DOPE LEMON – Honey Bones^

Can’t help where or when or what you were born…but you can. And if you can help yourself get to wherever it is that you want to go…then…maybe I can help.

Just because someone is trying to rationalize something familiar, using modes and methods that are less familiar, doesn’t make it different.

But yeah...it does. 

Afterall, it isn’t you…you’re just along for the ride. May I suggest shock-troops and water cannons? It’s the only way. Well…according to your own system and methods it appears to be the only way…so…what are you waiting for? Burn it all. That’s what you designed this shit for.

Good thinking.
^Good Morning – Warned You^

We all wanna be right, then kick up our feet and just sit around being right. Leaves plenty of time for telling everyone else how wrong they are, and then everyone and everything will be alright.

^Ruby Haunt – Honey^

I’ve been watching the following video/listening to this song repeatedly over the last week, and it got me to thinking about the movie The King’s Speech.

Why? 

Welp…making a deficit an asset. I mean, the girl has a mouth full of braces…which HAS to be painful and/or uncomfortable enough without moving your mouth/jaw, let alone trying to sing. BUT…you got this fire in you to sing. So…you adapt. It’s amazing where creativity comes from sometimes.

^Suburban Lawns — Janitor^

This gets me to thinking about wheels a bit. More along the lines of cogs. Which has me to thinking about acne.

Yep...acne. 

Especially in people that are growing/changing. I mean, have you really thought about what it takes to facilitate this change/these changes, or is everything blemish and blight?

Prolly much more to growing pains than just or simply…growing pains. Throw shaving in there, and this is prolly gonna help explain this “swelling” process that so many seem to encounter around and between the ages of 20-25 or so.

Marcella: You know, when you started getting invited to your ten year high school reunion, time is catching up.

Martin Q. Blank: Are you talking about a sense of my own mortality or a fear of death?

Marcella: Well, I never really thought about it quite like that.

Martin Q. Blank: Did you go to yours?

Marcella: Yes, I did. It was just as if everyone had swelled.

Movie = Grosse Pointe Blank

The first time she said that last line, the first time I saw that movie…it really stuck with me. The more I thought about it, and associated that “swelling” thought with my own troubles and travails…it really started to resonate.

At some point, the body is going to rebel. It’s going to start to wonder aloud, “WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?!?” with respect to repetitive injury/injuries. Especially when the “healing modes and methods” are triggered within us, and shortly after, they are stymied (think aftershaves, lotions, chemicals, etc.).

I mean, I don’t use soap(s) hardly at all anymore, and yes, I realize that I prolly don’t smell like apple blossoms and/or fragrant spring orchids and/or worn leather…but am I supposed to? I read the back of the Head & Shoulders bottle, while I was taking a shit the other day…and it got me to wondering why my body is devoid of these chemicals if I need them so badly.

^Depeche Mode – Rush (Convoy Emergency RMX)^

Job 14: v 8-9
Genesis 8: v 21
Genesis 27: v 27
Psalm 115: v 6
Isaiah 3: v 24
Daniel 3: v 27
Daniel 2: v 37

Sorry…but anything that you take away from me, I am going to spite you for it. Knowledge and wisdom are where they are, when they are. Take that ability from me, and yes, I will hate you for it.

^Boston-Smokin^

A hundred times ten

have I descended the dark way that led into light,

and as many times have I ascended from the

darkness into the light my strength and power renewed.”

Keep thou not silent when evil is spoken for Truth

like the sunlight shines above all.

He who over-steppeth the Law shall be punished,

for only through Law comes the freedom of men.

Cause thou not fear for fear is a bondage,

a fetter that binds the darkness to men.”

Many the stars I passed in my journey,

many the races of men on their worlds;

some reaching high as stars of the morning,

some falling low in the blackness of night.”

Ages to come shall see revival of wisdom

to those who shall inherit thy place on this star.

They shall, in turn, come into wisdom

and learn to banish the darkness by Light.

Yet greatly must they strive through the ages

to bring unto themselves the freedom of Light.”

Know ye, O man, that thy form is dual,

balanced in polarity while formed in its form.

Know that when fast on thee Death approaches,

it is only because thy balance is shaken.

It is only because one pole has been lost.”

Three are the hindrances:

lack of endeavor to obtain knowledge;

non-attachment to god; attachment to evil.

In man, the three are manifest.

Three are the Kings of power within.

Three are the chambers of the mysteries,

found yet not found in the body of man.”

Lots to think about there.
^MODERN ENGLISH ~ Someone’s Calling^

If it has fallen to you, for whatever reason, to pass along what you have learned, how does one do that?

Snot as easy as it may sound. 

Gonna be all kinds of people lined up to tell you how to proceed, what to do, how to do it, guidelines, rules, regulations, methods… blah, blah, motherfucking blah.

“And he put the wood in order, and cut the bullock in pieces, and laid him on the wood, and said, Fill four barrels with water, and pour it on the burnt sacrifice, and on the wood.”

1st Kings 18: v 33

Prolly some other stuff going on there, eh? How else do you learn? But I’m thinking of the need for some to find their own way. There’s still gonna be a shitload of hand-holding going on there at times. Some crazy fuck may even have you completely and totally convinced that they are indeed holding your hand…but you are actually operating on your own, with no assistance whatsoever. Might make it easier to deal with watching you stumble and fall when and if you do.

What am I talking about here? Simple…ones and zeros…same as always. Ones and zeros are ridiculously fucking dynamic, and sometimes not so much. That said, I still think that there are no answers to be had. ESPECIALLY when you come to me with a motherfucking SHITLOAD of answers you’ve already found, and these answers are only eclipsed in number by the FUCKTON of questions that you still have.

I mean...what did you expect these answers to do for you? 

If you want to kick your feet up and chill, buy a goddamn footstool and chair, and kick your fucking feet up and chill.

Mystery = SOLVED! Chill!

^Filter- Hey man nice shot^

Back to black holes…I think that maybe these pathways that allow light to travel further and faster than we think, are prolly overlooked for ease of what we CAN see. But I think that diffusion, contextually, is gonna kick us in the ass in the long run there. There is no long path, nor short path, just…the path that is there.

I still don’t know what I have to offer, other than maybe some crazy theories that may make some fodder for science fiction stories. But it’s the machinery that really baffles me. Like this short vid that I saw this week that shows a robot struggling with a box, then eventually dropping the box, knocking a bunch of shit over in the process, then falling down and busting it’s own ass. You robot designers seem to have the technique down pat.

But for what reason? 

What are you really looking for? And don’t give me this bullshit about replacing lost limbs on war vets and/or eliminating future war injuries by replacing human soldiers with robots. This is about power and powers. All kinds of powers and energies. Not trying to piss on your parade, but do you care that you are pissing on mine?

Just askin'.
^Melissa Etheridge – I’m The Only One (Music Video)^

Meh…

…ain’t no heart like a broken heart.

I gots no answers.

^Robert Plant | ‘In the Mood’ | Official Music Video^

“And the ass saw me, and turned from me these three times: unless she had turned from me, surely now also I had slain thee, and saved her alive.”

Numbers 22: v 33

What does that mean? 

Welp…give The Book of Numbers a whirl. It’s actually a damn interesting read if you think about all those people as individuals. Maybe try to associate these people with a sister, brother, father, mother, aunt, uncle of your own…then think about these people as…glup…people.

Yeah…they all dressed like Druid Hippies, who were tripping balls on acid and had no Hendrix or Jopplin to listen to…but they prolly had their own crazy music to listen to…so you can prolly still relate.

I’m a lazy fuck, too, and would prefer to have everything handed to me and be done with it. But it hasn’t worked out that way for me. Based on my experience, it hasn’t worked out that way for anyone else either, but I tend to be an optimist like that. Yeah…I consider that optimism. And not in a “misery loves company” kind of way either. I just see some things on the horizon that are going to make cancer and cancer-related ailments seem like a 24 hour virus by comparison. And that’s not to diminish anyone with cancer, nor their suffering.

But this romance with immortality is gonna bust some asses whether you like it or not. Have you ever really considered immortality outside of the relief of your immediate fear of death and the unknown(s) that follow it? Yeah…I get the feeling that “the gods”…assuming they even exist…are in bondage 24/7, and they will be in that bondage forever.

Might wanna give time and times over time a thought or two there as you ponder the thought of being God or being a god. Whether or not they are real, the concept is real enough…

Therefore "if" gods exist is perhaps the wrong question to ponder.

But “when” they exist… if you can answer “when” they exist, “where” they exist is gonna get real goddamn pertinent all of a sudden like (lolz).

So yeah...um...where were we? (rofl)
^Slow Ride- Foghat (Full Version)^

X: Hi

Cade: Oh…hello there.

X: I didn’t think you were gonna let me talk in this one.

Cade: I din’t either. But it seemed…

X: Pertinent?

Cade: lolz…yeah…that.

X: …

^W.A.S.P. – Wild Child^

Prolly have kind of a pissy attitude in this whatever, and I apologize for that. My hands are fucking killing me. I can’t touch anything without them starting to bleed, and as a result, I ain’t been doing much. I had to wipe down a bag of chips, the chip clip and the entire counter two days ago because I hadn’t realized that I was bleeding so bad until I noticed my spoon was covered in blood.

You kinda-sorta get used to the pain, and even the tearing pain becomes ignorable at many points…

even tho it hurts like a motherfucker

…but it comes and goes, and you never know when you may be bleeding without realizing it when you focus on ignoring the pain.

I was just looking at my thumbs, and if I had to give thumbprints, there wouldn’t be any. Just a few long lines where the skin is tearing, surrounded by large flat round areas that completely cover/obscure all of the ridges and whorls that are normally there. Almost like they are covered with tape…cept they are covered with callouses. Nevermind the morse-code looking bumps and lines on the thumbnails.

But yeah…it has had me thinking about ergonomics and motion quite a bit. Not that I know anyone who is working a new job that they are still acclimating to or anything, and not that I am thinking about them and their changes/adaptations or anything.

But yeah, I am.
^The Guess Who – No Time^

Been holding my hands under hot water quite a bit. And I mean hot as in hot as FUCK hot until I can’t stand it anymore, which is usually quite a bit/takes quite a while.

As my hands begin to warm, I noticed that a lot of these “itches I cannot scratch” kinda rear their heads, but the heat helps with it. The pressure of, and the pulling of, the skin, is the worst part. It makes me wonder what in the FUCK is going on underneath with all of the connective tissues. Not like there is a goddamn tug-of-war going on there with my fingers pointing every goddamn direction and then some…but they are, and they do.

Nothing I can do about it tho. 

Both index fingers are pulling so fucking hard and far to the left, that they put a shitload of strain on my thumbs. The middle fingers pull opposite to the index fingers, which causes the ring fingers to pull opposite of the middle fingers. It makes the middle and ring fingers look as if they are whispering to each other or gossiping…plotting.

lolz...seriously. 

Looks like they are trying to work out how best to abandon ship at some point. But my toes do the same thing. It’s funny sometimes as I work on my feet placement and posture, it looks as tho the toes are talking to each other at various times and passing along messages. But that’s not a bad thing. I mean, in fact, that’s what toes do…right? Pass messages back and forth? Why wouldn’t the fingers do similar or the same? They are all connected after all.

^The Outfield – Your Love^

Ever been somewhere new, and wondered how you fit in?

Wondered how you can fit in?

Too slow…too fast…too right…too wrong.

(le sigh)
^Mountain – Mississippi Queen^
Better to have blah'd and blah'd, than to never have blah'd at all.
^Alannah Myles – Black Velvet^

I get the feeling that statues are not the target.

Maybe just…convenient.

Possibly even, that these statues are not armed, they pose no real threat.

(lolz)

“I went to the museum where they had all the heads and arms from the statues that are in all the other museums” – Stephen Wright

^Confederate Song – I Wish I Was In Dixie Land (with lyrics)^

I guess I see shit as taking a lot more time to come together/manifest than simply building a machine and making assumptions about the machine/machinery itself, and what it does. Leaves out a lot of shit, like what this machine doesn’t do. Not to mention what it does that cannot be perceived, and how long this machine and it’s components will continue to do whatever it is doing/has done/keeps doing.

That doesn’t mean that I am suggesting that things cannot be done better. But omitting the possibility that some things should not be done at all does concern me. You can do whatever you want as long as you don’t get caught, but you’ve already been caught…otherwise you wouldn’t be trying to hide or obscure whatever it is that you are doing. That tends to make getting caught the second time, third time, etc., just that much more profound.

^B-2 drops 80 JDAMs^

Yeah…it’s an “old” video, but this old shit is still lurking; it ain’t going anywhere, and it never was gonna go anywhere.

So what's the point? 

Afraid someone is gonna try and convert you if you don’t blow their ass to dust first? I can see why not dealing with things on certain terms, that don’t appeal to you, can cause you to seek other modes, methods and means. But it seems to me that by negating them, you are simultaneously negating yourself and your efforts.

Unless you can find a new enemy to replace them with once they are eliminated. 

But that presumes that there was only one enemy on that list in the first place. So yeah…it’s not about who’s first…it’s about who’s next.

Have fun.
^David Bowie – I’m Deranged (With Lyrics)^

So…I’ve not looked it up, but that Feynman shit did get me to thinking a bit. Especially the similarities via that one Feynman diagram that caused me to see some other crazy shit, which in turn caused me to attempt to express it a bit through/via some shitty drawings of my own. Without a like interest or like interests tho, I’ve no real interest myself.

Meaning, without someone to talk to about them, yeah...fuck that noise. 

It’s taken me decades to get a lot of that shit pushed to the back of my mind. No kindred spirit to talk to about this shit makes it pretty much not much fun when you DO wind up talking about it to someone else. Especially if they do not have specific questions. I could fill volumes of notebooks writing about shit that I’ve seen and see…but no one cares/no one will read it…so…why bother?

I dunno either, but I’ll keep trying.

/shrug
^VICIOUS PINK – 8:15 To Nowhere^

cYacFa

^Joan Jett – Bad Reputation ( uncensored )^

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Enjoy your evening, Dear Reader and have a Song ❤

 

Time After Time

On Monday 21st August at noon, the bongs of Big Ben will sound for the last time for a four-year conservation programme.

I was telling Red Frank about it in the ‘sew below’ on MEROVEE yesterday…

Roob tells Frank about Big Ben Falling Silent

Sew it seamed… 😉

Merovee Time

*Oh brilliant, Clicky! I haven’t heard that in ages… /lights up… Did you know, Culture Club considered calling themselves The News?*

tenor1

*Yeah, I saw it on an interview years ago. Apparently the four band members were living in north, east, west and sarf London when they got together… /taps fag… N, E, W, S… /deep drag… Hence, The News…*

*/exhales… Talk about poisoned minds… /sigh…*

*Not so much a culture clash there, Clicky, as a culture mash…*

*/sucks dog end… Yep… /stubs out… Butt knot so upbeat though, eh? /looks confused… What was this post gonna be about again? …/looks up… Oh yeah…*

Big Ben, the clock’s bell, weighs 13.7 tonnes… That’s 137 (see Pointless Exercise), and there was another clock associated with that number… The ‘World Clock’ Wolfgang Pauli dreamed after striking up a great friendship with Carl Jung…

*Hmm…*

Leg_Iron_Books

*/cough… Leggy put up another great post last night, Clicky…*

*/looks at clock… Yikes! It’s getting late… Do you think Dear Reader will mind if I snuck off, Clicky?*

*Okay, just leave a Song… /lights up… make it a good one…*

When You Reach Your Selbie Date…

Sell-by date is from 1972.

Duncan Selbie don’t like being called a ‘Nanny’, Dear Reader, oh dear me gno… He’s irked by the tone of the question…

Top Nanny doesn't like being called Nanny

*/lights up fag… When he says ‘right‘, Clicky, how far right do you reckon he’s finking?*

*That far? …/exhales plume of smoke…*

I don’t know much about him so I fought/fault/fort I’d look him up…

In the corner of Duncan Selbie’s fifth floor office in Waterloo, a stone’s throw from The Old Vic, there is a small plaque bearing a quote from the founder of analytical psychology, Carl Jung: “Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes.”

CLICKY: Ted Talk?

‘Selbie, who has been chief executive at Public Health England since this autonomous arm of the NHS was forged from 129 health agencies – including the National Treatment Agency for Substance Misuse and the Health Protection Agency – three years ago, looks embarrassed when asked about the quote.

‘The 53-year-old Scot mumbles that it was given to him by a communications executive. He is already blushing about a certificate from the Institute of Healthcare Management that hangs proudly on his wall, and he is clearly uncomfortable explaining why he received it.

‘“I’m very British, you see, so how can I say it’s for ‘Outstanding Contribution for Leadership’?” he smiles, awkwardly. “I’m not North American.”

‘Eventually, he matter-of-factly states what Jung’s quote means to him: “Public health is all about futures that don’t yet exist.”’

*Quite, Clicky! …/drags… Btw, that clip appears to go in and out of sync…*

He certainly talks a good shift in that profile…

As well as economics, Selbie believes that companionship is key to a healthier life. He’s aware that might sound a little new age, but points out that this can be as simple as an elderly person being comfortable in the knowledge they have someone to take them home after a hospital operation.

…but the reality is…

‘He has backed interventionist measures, such as the sugar tax. And he urged hospitals to ban smoking anywhere.’

How does it end? The profile, that is…

In 1961, Bill Wilson wrote to Jung saying that his teachings were a pivotal inspiration for him in co-founding Alcoholics Anonymous. Selbie lacks the audacity of a North American like Wilson to link himself so closely with Jung.

But it’s clear the softly spoken Scot’s plaque means more to him than he lets on. Be it alcohol, tobacco or safe sex, Selbie believes that the country needs to take a good look at itself and its wider problems before it can fully resolve its health issues.

Oh Duncan, take your own advice and… Have a Song…

… And for you, Rear Dealer…

1972 (MCMLXXII) was a leap year starting on Saturday (dominical letter BA) of the Gregorian calendar, the 1972nd year of the Common Era (CE) and Anno Domini (AD) designations, the 972nd year of the 2nd millennium, the 72nd year of the 20th century, and the 3rd year of the 1970s decade.

Within the context of Coordinated Universal Time (UTC) it was the longest year ever, as two leap seconds were added during this 366-day year, an event which has not since been repeated. (If its start and end are defined using mean solar time [the legal time scale], its duration was 31622401.141 seconds of Terrestrial Time (or Ephemeris Time), which is slightly shorter than 1908).[1]

Have a bunch…

Missive From ‘Merica: Wanna Kick Up The Batty Crease, Eh? Eh?

*Eh?*

*Oh! Have B…/rolls eyes… Tortured, Clicky…*

So glad you could join us, Dear Reader, for the second half of Cade’s latest missive from ‘Merica. Earlier today I mentioned that ‘ere in Blighty, today’s date is written 13.7, but for my Okie Devil chum in Texas, it’s 7.13

*Yeah I know he lives in Dallas, Clicky…*

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∞…—…

TIC

…—…∞

TOC

∞…—…∞

TOE
^Jefferson Airplane -White Rabbit-^

What’s your hurry? It’s long been “group-think” that if you cannot get what you want, get it via another route. I mean…you want it…right?

If you want it and cannot have it, that must mean that you need it. Which means that all bets are off…game on. Right? Isn’t that how “the game” works? Fairness and sportsmanship go out the window when the money is off the table. That means the only rule is that there are no rules. Why…that must mean that no one is ruling?

RUT ROH!!! We got us a power-vacuum. I wonder if scientific experiments could be a root of this…vacuum? Nah…that shit’s not related in the slightest bit.

      Government = —> HERE

HERE <— = Science

They must be 69'ing each other.
^The Nipple Erectors-All The Time in The World^

I dunno what to tell you. But I do know that I have to figure out as much of this shit as I can. Afterall, my kids are going to potentially ask me about this shit at some point. Ask me why I didn’t do something. Why I didn’t do more. I won’t have an answer for them if those last two questions ever come.

So the best that I can hope for, is that they’ll never be asked. It doesn’t matter whether I had some affect, or had no effect. Those are still both valid and useful in the affect and/or effect department(s), but not all share my opinion on restraint and inaction being just as effective and affective as any verb-based textual representation of action and involvement. I think sometimes we forget that non-action is sometimes the best course. Don’t think so?

OK…let’s take the conundrum of “turning into a skid” when driving an automobile that has lost traction on the contact surfaces between the pavement and tires. It’s completely counter-intuitive. Considering the nature of roadways and/or typical driving conditions, it’s almost foolhardy to even contemplate mentioning this technique, never mind actually teaching it to drivers.

This maneuver is going to take time and effort that many “experts” will say could be better spent teaching other topics…like skid avoidance and/or traction-loss avoidance, or more cognizant awareness of driving in less than ideal weather/driving conditions.

Yeah…nothing creepy about that shit at ALL. Not my car nor my ass sitting in it or anything. To you…I’m just a number on some aggregated stat-sheet. A sheep for slaughter. Better be sure.

^Combichrist – Shut Up And Swallow^

Nothing wrong with morality. I fucking love me some motherfucking morality and shit like that. The problem is…application. Morality has been long since defined. Now all you gotta do…is apply it. Or…not apply it…as it were. Maybe if you aren’t including such a concept in your calculations, maybe some re-evaluation as to your methods with this in mind could help where you fail. Yeah…hands off. Jesus Christ…even the gods appear to be pretty much hands of most of the time.

I don’t actually believe that, but it certainly appears that way much if not most of the time. We just sometimes assume that re-definition of an existing concept somehow nullifies the previous concept completely. Flight of any kind or type doesn’t overcome gravity. It simply operates within the concept of gravity however it does. Whether that be bird, balloon, bug, plane, or rocket. Gravity is about motion. Gravity is ALL about motion. There’s just some contextual differences.

You don’t need wings to stand. Not on this planet anyway. But wings are just one type of wheel. And there are many wheels in wings and the dynamics that allow them to work…but I’m getting off the topic of birth and procreation regulation via smoking/anti-smoking regulation. Maybe that’s a good thing. Not like I intentionally try and confuse myself sometimes or anything.

^Clint Ruin & Lydia Lunch – Meltdown Oratorio^

My head has been kinda void over the past few weeks, and especially the last week. Null…is what comes to mind. Almost like some galactic re-positioning is taking place. Like some something somewhere at some time recently, has set into motion…a large movement and re-positioning. Not really a reset…but more of a recalculation of the existing set.

And I’m not talking about zero here…I mean null as in nothing. The concept of zero is representative of the both ether and the firmament…in motion…both at the same time. But null…is…almost like even zero cannot be calculated. Or at least, in this instance. I tried to write about this the other day, but I lost all of the crap I wrote when my computer crashed. Maybe there was something to that.

Think of it like this...

There are certain segments of The Universe, at all scales, that can be qualified as synchronous in a more easily recognizable form(s) and/or pattern(s). The stars traversing the night-sky…for example.

But this feeling that I’ve had? Imagine if every star in the sky suddenly just started going it’s own way. Yeah, that’s still a quasi-recognizable pattern in that the stars are doing something they normally don’t do. But at some point, the wonder of seeing such an event would prolly turn to terror pretty quickly for some if not most watching it happen.

Not that I feel even the slightest bit of fear, nor am I anticipating a feeling of fear. But maybe there is something to that. Should I be worried if the stars start doing something they don’t normally do? Not like I can do anything about it…so why worry? Why fear?

^The Gentlemen-It’s A Cry’n Shame^

I guess if I need someone else to tell me when I should or should not be afraid, yeah…something is majorly wrong, alright. But I get the feeling that whatever I am being told to be afraid of may not be the only thing that I might want to cast a wary eye at. Which is prolly why I write how I do. Meaning: As me, by me, for anyone but me.

So yeah, stop reading this bullshit and go find shit to be afraid of via someone else.

Or something.
^Cocteau Twins – Pitch The Baby^
Rebellion requires a stimulus, and cannot exist in and of itself.

X: You sure you wanna walk this path?

Cade: No.

X: Good answer.

G: I have a suggestion.

Cade: Oh for fuck’s sake. Who in the fuck is this fuck?

G: I bet you may have some ideas.

Cade: (I’m currently laughing so hard, I cannot think of anything to write, cept this shit right here)

G: Just right…just write.

Cade: Something like that…or something.

G: Exactly.

Cade: As in…

G: If you are writing, you are probably right for writing.

Cade: Oh for fuck’s sake. It’s 04:58 in the morning, and I’ve been up for hours.

G: Maybe it’s time to try for some more sleep.

Cade: I’m sweating like a pig. It’s hot as fuck in here for some reason.

Z: Turn the computer off dummy.

Cade: Good call.

0: …

^TRIUMPH – Lay It On The Line (OFFICIAL VIDEO)^

So much for me turning off my computer, eh?

‘False economy’ warning as councils plan £85m worth of cuts to public health spending

How much money has to be involved, in order for a financial reallocation and/or adjustment, to be considered a “slash”? Or is this more a topical thing. Topical, as in, “it depends on the column in the spreadsheet being decimated you backwards yank swine!!! There are real people going to be affected by these changes!!!”

Starting with you…right? You always have the first grab at the parachute rack…eh? I mean…being a reporter…you are gonna know if the plane is going down before anyone else, right? You gotta survive to tell the tale…right? No care or concern for yourself.

Gotta get on the ground quick, dial the stockbroker, and have them sell those shares you own in the airline you were just flying. They might drop as a result of this crash. It could be fatal. Maybe you should have stayed on the plane afterall. This story better be good. Your career might depend on it.

^ZZ Top – I’m Bad, I’m Nationwide^

I don’t understand the logic in draining the ocean just because you personally are drowning. I think you are important. But I think the ocean is important too. Maybe regret is more at work sometimes than we give credit. Especially in cases of reprisal, reprimand and revenge.

This misconception and/or misunderstanding of equality. The equation is always balanced…even in process. You just may be lagging a bit in figuring out the bits on each side of the equal sign. If you are only focused on one side or the other, what else but anger would rear it’s head when someone intervenes and points this out to you. Welcome to the road to regret. I wonder where it leads? I wonder what your say is in these matters?

So much for the lure of the rabbit hole, eh?
^Laibach – See That My Grave Is Kept Clean (Official video)^

I floated an idea for a story to someone last night. I’ve had this story idea in my head for some time, and figured…what the hell…maybe if I mention a blurb about it to someone else, I can think and develop this idea a little more productively.

The idea was/is…someone, somehow, living to the age of 133 years old. Someone who saw The Year 2000 come in, also gets to see the year 2100 come in. But it doesn’t stop there. Somehow or another, this fuck survives to the age of 1,033 years old.

So yeah, not only did they get to see 2000CE and 2100CE, they make it all they way to 3000CE. A living record, of what it was like, to encounter those, and be able to share those experiences, face to face with others. A living book or living record of sorts.

Why?

I dunno. Just have some ideas about data retention and data preservation as it relates to both machines and life.

Maybe “1033” would be a good title.

^Just Between You And Me – April Wine^

So…you’ve worked in order to get paid.

You’ve worked in order to get paid, by someone else.

How are you gonna repay yourself?

I’m just wondering how the ride was prior to payday.

Does that affect the ride post-payday?

Always nice to have options.

Just sayin'.
^ZZ Top – TV Dinners (OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO)^
Happy hump-day.
^The Rings – I Wanna Be Free (1977)^

I like stockings.

The girl wearing them is important too.

Order those in any way you choose.

But we can prolly eventually do without the stockings.

I’m going back to bed.

^ZZ Top ‘A Fool For Your Stockings’^

Maybe a random song for the fuck of it.

^Indigenous – “Waiting”^
cYacFa
^Warren Zevon – Lawyers, Guns and Money^

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*Yes, I know I still have ironing to do, Clicky!*

Dear Reader… Have a Song 😉

Missive From ‘Merica: Wanna Kick Up The Batty Crease, Eh?

Happy Turd Day, Dear Reader. Here in the UK, today is 13.7…

July 13 is the 194th day of the year (195th in leap years) in the Gregorian calendar. There are 171 days remaining until the end of the year. This date is slightly more likely to fall on a Monday, Wednesday or Friday (58 in 400 years each) than on Saturday or Sunday (57), and slightly less likely to occur on a Tuesday or Thursday (56).

Sew… I had a busy day yesterday. Important guests were visiting my place of work, and the day before I’d been sent to buy some consumables…

supplies receipt 13.77

 

… Also I had to be there extra early yesterday morning. When I put my hours worked into the spreadsheet by my employer, for accrued hours, I got a bit of of a surprise…

 

Roobs 1 hour and 37 mins accrued on for visit day

And if you’re wondering at all, Dear Reader, all the hard work put in during the weeks prior to yesterday’s visit paid off because it went off without hitch…

FEYNMAN (1)

Meanwhile, Cade sent through a new missive but I was just too knackered last night for much more than a bath, a bite to eat and the obligatory ironing…

funny-pictures-happy-iron-face

*Speak for yourself, Clicky…*

I’m going to split his ramble-shamble in half, so part ‘eh?’ is below; the second will be along later. Enjoy! 😀

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Are you reading this?

Me neither…so don’t feel too bad. 🙂

It’s 02:51 AM on Wednesday July 12th, and I cannot sleep. Yes…I am aware that my sleeping problems/patterns are of no concern to you. But what if we start dating? What if we start dating and we starting sleeping together? What if we start sleeping together so much that we move into a small cottage together, or buy a camper just so we can have a place to sleep together all the time? My non-sleeping problems/patterns just became your non-sleeping problems/patterns.

Didn’t think about that…did ya?

I just ate a whole tube of Ritz crackers, and drank a big glass of iced tea sans the ice part.

Sleep is hours away if it comes at all.

BTW, that crap that I sent to Roob yesterday? It appears that I created an editing nightmare for her. But we got it all worked out, had some fun correcting some of my screwups. So yeah…fun.

^Revolting Cocks – Da Ya Think I’m Sexy?^

If you run tests on someone, to determine whether or not they can pass your tests…

Q: What are the odds that the vast majority will fail?

A: ...

Fucking rofl (and yes, I am actually laughing IRL)…sorry…but this idea is so fucking stunningly stupid…it’s brilliant…yet remains ridiculously stupid. You designed this test…correct?

Q: Can you pass your own test?

A:

So…you want someone like you?

Ever though of dating sites for your metrics instead of only your standard standarized standards?

What am I saying…of course you have thought of that.

You’ve narrowed your one, via many, and now all you have to do…is find that one…and shithammer the living fuck out of them.

Assuming that they are cooperative that is.

Good luck.
^ZZ TOP – Just Got Paid (HIGH QUALITY)^

I gotta get this nonsense out before my head pops. Not that my head has ever actually popped before, nor has my head even threatened to pop. But as I understand it, and according to the professionals, that potentiality exists, so I must be cautious under the current circumstances.

Sooooo….let’s start off at Google, and I’ll explain the rest on the way.

Google – smokers should lose custody of their kids

 

OMG I feel so dirty for just searching Google for that.

Let’s give Dogpile, Yahoo and Bing a whirl and see what they have to say.

Yahoo – smokers should lose custody of their kids

Bing – smokers should lose custody of their kids

Dogpile – smokers should lose custody of their kids

 

I feel so much better now.
^Revolting Cocks – Me So Horny^

So…let’s take that story that keeps appearing via something called The Daily Caller.

OK…so…this started via a Tweet/Re-tweet that I stumbled across on Roob’s feed last night before bed.

But the Tweet didn’t actually have a link to this story I just hunted down, just a screen capture of a tweet, or some tweets, or some such shit. I guess this is how these fucks get around the 140 character limit…but that’s a bitch-fest for another paragraph…so I’ll digress a bit.

I wasn’t going to look this fuck up on his Twitter page to try and find out if he is Tweeting stories where he is quoting having himself quoted, because that seemed a little…odd. To me it did anyway. Plus, the way the screen capture is arranged, it looks as if this uppity asshole is calling himself some nation’s top anti-tobacco lawyer, which adds a whole new dimension to this shit, since lawyers are not supposed to advertise. Maybe lawyers can advertise, and attorneys cannot. Let’s look that up too.

^April Wine – I Like To Rock Official Video^

I feel like some asshole chasing his tail.

Must be some rabbit hole around here somewhere.

This is only going to be applicable in the USA.

Sorry foreign scumbags…American scumbags only.

Dogpile – can attorneys advertise?

Legal Advertising

Legal Advertising in the United States

I started actually watching the video below, instead of just listening to the music, and I got distracted. Sorry. I kinda like legs. Not that the rest of a woman is not also impressive. But yeah…erm…where was I?

OH YEAH!!! WHAT BELONGS TO WHO AND WHEN!!!
^ZZ Top – Legs (OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO)^

So here is what originally popped into my head upon seeing this latest smoking related Tweet…

Q: I wonder how many sides of the fence the pro-smoking/anti-smoking fucks are playing?

A: ∞++ (that's just a wild-assed guess)

And this isn’t just about tobacco companies either. Nor health organizations, nor the healthcare industry, nor government(s), nor rolling paper companies, nor cigarette filter manufacturers, nor match companies, nor lighter companies, nor chemical companies, nor transportation industries up to and including taxi drivers, etc., etc., and so on…WHEW!!! That’s a lot of shit to think about, eh?

Q: What do all of these have in common?

A: DO YOUR OWN FUCKING HOMEWORK!!!

But yeah…anyway…the second thing that came to mind was…

Q: What if these “smokers” do not own goats?

A: ???

The next thing that popped into my head was…

Q: What if these “smokers” do not view their children as possessions to be taken away?

A: ¿¿¿

Yeah…shit had gotten real, took a turn to the surreal, then right back to real. I may have swerved back and forth a few times between real and surreal…but I wound up right back here in blah.

I don’t want to write about this shit. I don’t want to think about it. Not that I don’t like and/or enjoy thinking and writing about this shit sometimes, because sometimes I do. But that’s what scares me.

^ZZ Top – Cheap Sunglasses^

What I finally settled for in responding to this Tweet, was more along the lines of ownership. Complete and total. It has long been “the Right’s” assertion that “the Left” wants cradle to grave care for any and all. But I’m wondering…why stop there? You’ve been digging around in the womb for quite some time…so let’s go all the way. Conception-based ownership. That means patents and industry outside of life itself, on life itself.

BUT!!! That’s kinda what gives me hope. All of these things that seem to be coalescing in one direction or another? They are going to be tested.

And tested.

And tested.

I know that I am tested daily. And as shitty and snotty as this may sound, it’s the only reason that I can see that I’m being included in any of this shit at all. There is no reason that I should be included, unless I am required. That doesn’t bode well on many levels. Not such a bad thing on some others. What does that mean?

Q: Why would a complete nobody with nothing and no one…be included…in some global game…against his wishes?

A: ?¿?

Yeah…I dunno either. But I have some ideas.

^Alice In Chains – Would^

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The second half of this missive will be posted up at the LoL later…

A Ten Shun! Wait For It…

Decimation (Latin: decimatiodecem = “ten”) was a form of military discipline used by senior commanders in the Roman Army to punish units or large groups guilty of capital offences, such as mutiny or desertion. The word decimation is derived from Latin meaning “removal of a tenth”. The procedure was a pragmatic attempt to balance the need to punish serious offences with the realities of managing a large group of offenders.

In two days, it will be the 10th anniversary of the UK ban on smoking in enclosed spaces and the Guardian wants us to share…

guardian wants views on smoking ban

*They can fuck RIGHT off, Clicky… /lights up… They and the rest of the wanky MSM have been poxy cheerleaders for Tobacco Control and their crackpot, fear-mongering ideas…*

I’m not inclined to give the Guardian much of anything; I’d much rather share with you, Dear Reader…

‘Tell us a little more about your relationship with smoking’

Been there, done that

got the tshirt

*/drags…*

‘Please tell us about your memories of the smoking ban in 2007’

It passed me by, I am ashamed to say. I didn’t really go to pubs, except for work, entertaining clients, so I didn’t twig at the time as to just how draconian it would turn out…

*Oh come on, Clicky! Who fucking watches adverts? …/puffs…*

‘What impact has the ban had on you in the years that have passed since?’

Let’s see… */thinks…* Thoughtful Man’s business suffered badly as our town’s nightlife dwindled, so… financially poorer. I fell out with my Boss over the ban and eventually had to leave my job… */sigh…* Yeah, definitely poorer. Butt… I discovered the Internet, oh, and I joined I.S.I.S… Which is somewhat ironic

‘How do you feel about the ban now, in 2017?’

Apart from the unshakable feeling that though the War was won, the battle had just begun..? I can only imagine the Romans would dream of being as ruthlessly effective as the Tobacco Control Terrorists… Decimation? Try 1 in 5

*Bitter sweet, Clicky, defo…*

1st July 2007…

July 1st 2007

And today…

Isis falls

Mosul children celebrate fall of Isis.png

Dear Reader… */lights up…* Have a Song…