Friday, September 23, 2016

America, Your Restraints need tightening PART THREE

Oh we go again...more hypocrisy; A headline I just saw...: "Barack Obama condemns Bashar Assad for shattering Syria" either Obama has a serious critical analysis deficit, his perception of reality is grossly flawed, or, and this is the more likely alternative, he is lying. So often in the last decade when it has involved the middle-east, there have often been spurious headlines where 2 versions of reality clash. When this occurs, it is often a worthwhile exercise in uncovering the real culprit to ask ourselves : Cui Bono? i.e who profits from the tale or the telling of it? Now the above headline from Barack Obama is just so wickedly misinformed and egregious that I felt I had no other option but to point out the obvious, which is that it is the bombing campaigns from America and its stooges which has caused the real suffering in Syria... Until America decided to just swan in to Syria, and commence bombing runs on a sovereign country, which by the way is a criminal act, and an act of war, Syria had been, for centuries, a stable and prosperous Country... Just like Libya had been before America decided to economically, and in every other way destroy that country, by breaking International UN Charters, the Geneva Convention and and any other laws which stood in the way of its aggressive, criminal bombing campaigns. Have you seen these countries lately? They are a human quagmire of suffering and tragedy. They are like a running sore, a wound on the face of the Earth...the smoke from burning Oil, burning lives, burning towns, burning cities cannot help but inflame us with tears of compassion for the misery we have caused to literally millions of innocent lives.
Tragedy in Aleppo
By our Governments corrupt munitions deals, outright invasions and other covert and overt misdeeds, our Governments in the West which are naturally led by the US, have caused collective human misery for the innocent civilians of the middle-east, of monstrous, criminal proportions. Their misdeeds are so grossly wicked and openly evil, they can be seen burning the skies from Space, and the barbaric crimes committed by these brutal puppet Western Governments will go down in history I believe, as one of the most violent, barbaric and primitive episodes in Man’s long descent back into darkness and oblivion. With America's role as CHIEF of Black Ops, and the world’s Numero uno ‘regime changer’, its history of toppling governments that are inconveniently in the way, such as Iran, Libya, Iraq, Afghanistan, Bahrain, Yemen, the Ukraine, most of Sth America etc., it leaves me speechless, and I have to wonder in amazement at the blatant audacity and the sheer level of denial that Obama is capable of in the international press. Considering America's past record, it would be naive to believe that the CIA did not play their part in fomenting the unrest in Syria in the first place, as they have always done in every country which opposes their Imperial hegemony. Why is this such an improbable notion?

If anyone still finds this improbable, then I would politely suggest that they study their history. After all, we have had the official documents, with declared intentions to do precisely that i.e 1) Be the Policeman to the World, 2) more specifically to overthrow Governments in the Middle-east ever since the Wolfowitz Doctrine, otherwise known as the Cheney doctrine, which was published in Feb. of 1992.
According to General Wesley Clark in a filmed interview with Amy Goodman, America wants regime change not only in Syria, "ASSAD Must Go!" but in fact toppling 7 countries in total in the middle East.
What would stop them from using their usual bag of Black Ops, Psyops and dirty tricks when they have used them so diligently, and to such great effect in toppling governments in the past?
And please don’t repeat the propaganda nonsense coming from the American Media whores. Apologies as I do a disservice to whores, by placing them among such unscrupulous types for company.

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Thursday, September 22, 2016

America, Your Restraints Need Tightening PART TWO

Hypocrisy and the West it seems, are never far apart from each other in the obsessive lovers they feed off each other.
For example, in its deliberate conscious state it is a debauched perversion which thrives in the flammable environment of the West regarding Syria.
Hypocrisy flourishes in these unnatural airs and on our Media, which is saturated in the pyrotechnics of hyperbole and sensationalism. Meanwhile the West staggers about drunkenly. High on its own 'Exceptionalism' as it violently imposes its cultural vision on the rest of Mankind. Swaggering forwards onto a horizon of endless explosions. Dropping bombs indiscriminately and almost by accident in its wake. Whilst we psychologically join the fray... Soldiering on virtually, and hand-in-hand with our nightly Media puppets, Bristling with the most lethal technology that science can provide. Dressed up in our virtual Kevlar from head to toe, We are ready for any eventuality in our never-ending War, The West’s War, Against the intangible semantics of Fear and Terror...
Note the following conversation with a symbolic head of State meant to represent the West, although I recommend holding the note at some distance as it drips with Hypocrisy on the subject of ASSAD and the West's insistence on his removal.
Saad Hariri...the former Prime Minister to Lebanon.
Remind me to look into how one human being can juggle in his head, so many morally-depraved, ethically torturous, self-contradictory views, be simultaneously a mouthpiece for the most egregious crimes against humanity, and yet still be a pin-up poster-boy for the West?

"Don't these fellows understand that we are only trying to help?"
"Accidents will happen you know...besides, you can't make a good omelette without breaking a few egg-shells, but is that any reason for them to despise us so vehemently?
I mean whats wrong with these people?
Why don't they see that we are only spreading Democracy and our Love of Freedom?"
"Yes...precisely so my good man, how dare they not like our cancerous, spiritually bankrupt Kulture!!!"...
"The sheer audacity of the little blighters!"
"How dare they not like 'us' and our morally righteous violence!!!"
"Never mind the slaughter of innocent lives going on in Yemen".
"Allow the Western press to look the other way, turn a blind eye to the headless corpses dripping blood onto the streets of Saudi Arabia on a monthly basis..."
"Look, umm, Assad was just such a Monster..." “...and it had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that he was about to royally screw America by building the largest Gas pipeline in the Middle-East, in collaboration with IRAN and RUSSIA, a venture which would have excluded Saudi Arabia and the United States” “You see Assad just had to go...we couldn’t just stand idly by and allow a monster like that to govern Syria...” Yeh? How was that?
" er, well you should have seen how he brutally suppressed protests right in the heart of the city of Damascus!"
"Without exaggeration it was every bit as violent as Occupy Wall Street had been around the World!!!
Although perhaps not as bad as Erdogan treats his lowly subjects."
"Nonetheless we felt we no longer had any choice in the matter, and altho he had been a good friend, we felt that in the interests of Democracy and our love of Freedom, and so forth, that we had better invade Syria and start bombing..."
"We had quite a substantial amount of...umm, spare hardware and munitions just laying around at the time anyway...besides, we had some new innovations in our technology which we wanted to er, roll out as it were"
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Wednesday, September 21, 2016

America, Your Restraints Need Tightening

Murica by MKGRAPHICS from Deviant Art.

I find this recent scribble of mine said inside a facebook thread totally apropos to the present hysteria for War in our media...:

Over these last decades we have witnessed the complete take-over of the American media...and by association, the West's media in general.

Which means we have literally been told what to believe by the CIA and our governments for quite some time now.

For what? And by whom?
For an agenda of War in order to enrich the pockets of the Corporate/Military/Industrial Complex.

For that giant Behemoth, that Hydra-headed Monster, that real live Imperialistic Hegemony which is the US Admin today...

A blood-thirsty rapacious monster which squats over the Earth like a bloated spider...

A Hegemony which rules geopolitically subordinate states through the implied means of power, the threat of force, hence the significance of Nato and the latest skulduggery of Imperialist, totalitarian over-reach from Obama in the Ukraine and his threats with Nato, an organization which has largely been equipped thanks to US Taxpayers...the bleating Sheep in this age old game.

Some here appear to be concerned with Putin and those evil Russkies!

I think your enemy lies much closer than you think...

The Russkies...Al Qaeda...

Are THEY truly the Enemy?

Or have they been manufactured...birthed in our own Psyches?

Actually, you reveal the view of those responsible for this Cold-War of the 50's mentality, which the War-Hawks of your country are trying to resurrect.

Their mentality where Russia is concerned is so indicative of another bad case of indoctrination.
Have you ever asked yourself sir, where this needless, pointless, transparent vilification of Russia as some kind of Bogey-man, where this is all leading?
Are you looking forward, as those at the Pentagon most assuredly do, to the likely outcome of a Nuclear War?
And if you want to criticize Russia for it's lack of Democracy, well, I suggest sir, that you look in your own back yard before pointing the finger at others.
You are in No position to be a crusader for the moral highground!
America has been responsible for smashing i.e breaking up 1 regime after another, either through the Economic Hitman detailed in John Perkins' famous book, or just through blatant invasion as they have done all over the Middle-East, Sth America and Africa...

And if it wasn't America directly, then it was their barbaric, blood-thirsty partners in crime namely, Saudi Arabia.

Have you ever asked yourself : How is it that we only ever seem to go to war in countries with large Oil Deposits?

There has been no evangelizing Democracy yet, which has occurred in a country whose Gross Domestic Product was based on turnips or avocados for example.
Discovered Oil have they???
What, in that tiny country?
Hmmm...looks like they could use some Democracy about now....!
How naive of us all to accept that the reason we are bombing in Syria, is because that ASSAD fellow is just such a Monster to his people!!!

In fact, the displeasure of the American regime is not based on Assad's moral arc whatsoever...

The Pentagon could care less about such matters.

After all, their favorite partner in War-Crimes is only Saudi Arabia...

It is in Syria as it has always been i.e that War is a this case involving Russia and Iran in what would have been the largest Gas Pipeline in the Middle-East proposed by ASSAD...a pipeline which would have kept America and Saudi Arabia out of the Petro-Dollar loop!


If I wasn't shedding tears for the innocent children of Aleppo, I would be in tears of laughter over our partnership once again, and the blistering hypocrisy which it represents, with our good buddies, those who have achieved the pinnacle, the apex of Man's Inhumanity to Man i.e who are No #001 with a Bullet in the game of be-headings in the streets;


And so I am forced to ask myself ;

Could it be that there is an even more insidious Evil hiding within the Empire, whose global supremacist ambitions and Machiavellian behavior have been exposed once more, thanks to the heroic work of Edward Snowden and Julian Assange and whistle-blowers like them?.

With the increasingly menacing tone of the Obama administration, and their recent threats against Journalists and other advocates of a Free Press, the Tyranny of the Corporatocracy appears complete.

We can now see the hand which is being played...

A dirty hand involving a scramble for Resources.

Make up your mind i.e HUMAN or CORPORATE.
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Monday, September 19, 2016

A Charles Fort Kind Of Day

This morning I made a comment to an elderly neighbor as an epic storm of disturbed Australian Cockatoos pierced the skies above our inner-urban, leafy suburb of old Melbourne with a furious cacophony of outraged, discordant shrieks.

Any left-over tranquility for my local region had been instantly shattered.

A tranquility which was diligently and silently mapped out inside the heads of early morning joggers, as they traced the boundaries of these maps with their bodies, pushing on through the hushed still-born air, padding down leafy footpaths watched over by ancient oak trees, and rhythmically connecting the dots with drops of sweat, thereby shaping the only conjunction of serenity and sensory delight for that entire region of inner-city Melbourne, at such a raw, unripened hour.

The ritual of Saturday morning serenity in the glowing dawn light, protected by shaded lane-ways and elusive cul de sacs, is bordered by richly perfumed florist shops which always halt me in my tracks to savor the delicate floral fragrances, followed by the delicious, fresh smells emanating from a trio of early morning bakeries, and finally culminating with the heady, addictive vapors of 2 competing Italian Cafes.

It felt like I had uncovered a secret formula embedded in the tar and cement, the bricks and mortar of this matronly old suburb which somehow provided just the right combination of stimulating sensations to create the perfect Saturday morning.

When taken together, as if one had ordered at a fine restaurant, these 3 disparate businesses and their accompanying sensory delights of taste and smell...of texture and sight, formed a unique heady mix which was greater than the sum of its individual components.

They formed a unique, rich mixture made from the traditional, time-honored delights of the inner city, which I had discovered by accident on a better than usual day, merging uniquely into a kind of epicurean tone-poem of sensory delights in the hushed morning air.

Thus remaining the exclusive preserve of those joggers and fitness fanatics who, in order to experience this poem, are willing to drive around at a very early hour, or jog quickly enough to maintain total recall of the sensations evoked by the first two stops, as they simultaneously sit down to savor the third...

This had all been shattered by a swarming, crested cloud of irate cockatoos that had suddenly chosen to invade the oak trees and rooftops, even the footpaths were littered with their frustrations, tantrums and piercing shrieks.

I turned to my neighbor indicating the unusual spectacle of a battalion of wild birds that were so visibly enraged by some calamitous event which had occurred out of sight, that they just ignored all of us humans, as cars began braking and jerking to a crawl, their drivers gaping in disbelief...

I said get out your mobile phone and take a picture...this is not a natural event I could be related to some meteorological event I added.
The similarity to scenes from Hitchcock's horror movie :

"THE BIRDS" was overwhelming, and it stained the entire scenario with a pall of malevolence as surely as does the sight of over-militarized, privatized Policemen, dressed to kill in their finest Kevlar combat gear, who maraud through the public streets in laser-guided tanks and fully armor-plated vehicles...

I could almost reach out and feel the soothing wet touch of ice as it slid along my spine.

This was definitely an event worth recording.

She mumbled a reply and nodded her head.

Now at this point in the conversation I should have left, but it is almost as if i have a radar for these things, and my inbuilt "climate-change denier" alarm was buzzing away merrily in my head...

Alas, over the past 10 years or so I have become increasingly less able to resist the temptations offered up by a nice chat over a tea-pot, with climate-change skeptics.

The lure, the promise that I might be able to take out my moral indignation, sheer bloody frustration and simple anger, by beating another man-made Climate Change skeptic about the head with the tomes of science is simply irresistible...Sigh.
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Sunday, September 18, 2016


Facebook has lately been in the habit of showing me some of my own daily rants and suchlike from 12 months ago hence the title, which is from where I managed to resurrect the following with some additions and editing...:

Malcolm Turnbull, our new Prime Minister in the Land of OZ, despite his native charm appears to display little imagination in regard to his vision for our collective future, apart from more of the same old BS of Golden days, pre-Global economic collapse days.

Days of wine and roses where, if you were shrewd and duplicitous enough, you could still make a grand living...those days are over for the 99% in this modern malaise.

If this in doubt ask yourself who leads the charge economically i.e in terms of 'business'?

America of course, although not for long if the vast majority of our Economic prognosticators are to be believed, such as Gerald Celente, Max Keiser, Prof Richard. D. Wolff and a host of others, incl. former members of the American treasury such as Dr Paul Craig Roberts, and it is AUS that has been dutifully ambling along with it.

Now that the writing is on the wall for America economically, as a great Dragon of toxic plumes emerges on the horizon in the East, and as it's headlong plunge into one crisis after another becomes clear (simply take a look at it’s cities such as Detroit, or Baltimore and America's infrastructure generally) we should never forget that this corporate jack-frost of deterioration and decline can be applied equally to the rest of the West also, as the austerity of Neo-Liberalism kicks in on both sides of the Atlantic, and as these same early breakers roll in onto our own shores, And so I am forced to ask :

"do we still want to toddle along, wide-eyed and bushy-tailed?"

Is no-one looking at the direction that we are all traveling in?

Can we not see the ramifications of our flawed thinking by scrutinizing the ‘bigger picture’ beyond our provincial interests, and thus connect ALL the dots?

Does no-one in government office ever consider the heinous immorality and structural violence implicit in Neo-liberal policies?

Have we been indoctrinated by Western television and Mass-Media so significantly that we cannot envisage financial policies for our society beyond encouraging entrepreneurs and investment bankers to invest and continue their rapacious practices of 'Profit-Hunting'?

Beyond the ephemeral distractions which purposely scroll down our eyes?

And then we all just sit back and wait for the trickle-down effect, which naturally never occurs due to the infusion, the drip of blood-money which is being siphoned off relentlessly and remorselessly, ever upwards, towards the rarefied climes of the 1%.

And as for so-called 'Conservatives'...

Conservatives as far as I'm concerned are literally the enemy in terms of our mutual struggle for a better society.


'Politically, we have to come to recognize that in an era of increasing Climate Change, being 'Conservative' is no longer an acceptable ideology, as it promotes a deep, in built need to maintain the status quo and it is highly resistant to Change, something we so desperately require...'

e.g 50% of our ecological bio-diversity has been wiped out already in the last 50 years or so.

The same issue can be applied to all their other agenda; such as keeping women in the kitchen, the Glass ceiling, Gays apart, Religion obligatory, and Money where it is, in the hands of the 1%.
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Thursday, August 18, 2016

The Unusual Schooling of Alice

Note# This is soon to become a new extract from “Taking Liberties with Lewis Carroll” which is available from

‘Eventually Alice came to understand that Rabbit's crazy concerns about a ghost in the technological shell had indeed held some merit after all, but it required an arduous, painful odyssey finally culminating in that one blistering moment of clarity...
Realization had unceremoniously dawned in Alice's mind at the most inopportune of moments, as she was being tossed pathetically like a rag-doll in and out of awareness, transfixed by a mysterious, enigmatic truth, that floated to the surface like an elusive message in a bottle, a truth birthed in the rhythmically hissing foam that caressed the undulating shores of her collective unconscious.
She was somehow miraculously back in her studio, of that much she felt confident, as she could smell her coffee machine, and hear it’s frenetic, burbling, sputtering commotion, but beyond that was much more difficult to discern.
This was no doubt due to a growing conviction that her entire corporeal structure was being turned to stone, and that included the eyes, the retina and the optic nerves she noted impassively, while her visual scenery flickered in and out, folding in on itself, and she was at once on that park bench with Rabbit, teetering precariously like a shy, withdrawn schoolgirl at the edges of a deeply personal melancholy, which often filled up her mind like a dirty lake on those lonely, embittered afternoons.
Yet simultaneously she was here, in the relative security of her darkly throbbing home, with banks of screens, her favorite Cat named Marlowe and the exotic, sterile rear section of the house containing banks of quantum computing processors, over which, as live-in attendant she was required to watch, taking daily tabulations and noting any aberrant results, results which came like comets, all too infrequently.
Alice and the Rabbit drifted helplessly towards the horizons of their own inner-space interiors, their own semi-conscious worlds, with Alice rather sensibly using the time to try and unravel whatever it was, that her deeply intuitive epiphany held in secret for her, coaxing out a riddle, an aching mystery that crept like an itch at the edges of her conscious awareness, as another cheap and indifferent night materialized in a steady drip of film-noir light that seeped and pulsed through the cracks and the improvised curtains of her unfinished room after artificial dark-time was announced in their particular industrial bubble.
The room was constantly under repair as it evolved and grew like a ball of glowing energy, needing permanent updating, requiring enormous fans and climate controlling technologies to ward off, and pluck out any electro-magnetic interference, any positively charged ions, and eliminate all other types of ‘noise’ from the room instantly. Not all major cities had moved over yet to the resource-based economic boom which was beginning to populate the planet in protective domes against the worst excesses of climate change, but the sterile, routine artificiality of the nights seemed like a small price to pay thought Alice, for calm, predictable weather.
Time had crept by tediously slow for both of them, and eventually they both understood how they were caught, by one of the Queen's 'Obedience, Law & Order' nanobot-army 'Sweeps', which were designed to target the unkempt, untidy and unruly 'Individuals' in society...there must have been a nanobot sweep, that would explain the phase-switching sensation of multiple, simultaneous locations which was well-publicized, and they had been caught in its blanket saturation of her sector, in one of the Queen’s monthly sweeps through it’s poorest, most undisciplined regions targeting those recently active resistors, dissidents, artists, anarchists and social misfits commonly known on the streets as the 'Individuals'...or the ‘COLLECTIVE, or the Lunatic Fringe.
In this regard at least, Rabbit and Alice had been fortunate in that the Queen had already famously witnessed the loss of both of her crystalline palaces, twin symbols of regal pomposity that greeted all visitors to the Queen’s harbor, shattered under impossibly tall mountains of ocean waves, monstrous walls of brine which had moved in packs on that historic morning at incredible speed, pounding the coast and reducing the twin symbols of her reign into detritus , and thus she had been well prepared against a third eventuality by encompassing her entire kingdom in a mega-sized, industrial, ‘VENUS’ dome. A DNA targeted genetic weapon had been unleashed courtesy of that infamous bureaucracy known as the ‘Department of Evil’, which singled out those particular strands of ‘aberrant’ genetic information that represented in the minds of the Queen’s medical fraternity, a departure from the norm, in what was defined by these men as; manifesting conduct not fitting or proper in our post-millennial Gnu age. But unless Alice and Rabbit could find a way to liberate themselves from immobility, they, along with some of her neighbors and most of the street would be forced to simply wait it out.
In the meantime hopefully they would remain undiscovered by the Queen’s uniformed clones, as they trawled the alleyways, and as the seconds crept by like lengthy hours until the unsettling wave of tiny discharges from the swarming nanobot army dispersed naturally.
Seemingly forgotten, abandoned to an artificial Sun's torturous beams and the withering scalpel of it's relentless, mid-day interrogations, the Sun’s searing sacrament of sterile light, Alice and the Rabbit withered and writhed in a state of lucid immobility, while the remains of the nauseous, nanobot chemical attack finally dissolved into the State owned and operated afternoon airs.
A flash! Sparks began shooting behind her eyes, like streams of meteorites in a summer night sky. There it was again...a flicker of understanding, an epiphany perhaps occurring at a deep substrate of her subconscious...then without warning, the luminosity became overwhelming.
Realization dawned as if an incredibly bright spotlight was abruptly switched on, and there they sat transfixed, clearly silhouetted with the light searing them both to the park bench into which they dissolved, like bleached mannequins, clinging to a fragment of life-raft, which oscillated and hummed energetically, before finally being consumed in the glare of the unnamed planet’s unremitting, only vaguely Art-Deco Sun.
The air had become a translucent treacle which slowed down time sufficiently to enable a whole new awareness of their environs, and it was into this static moment that an artificial, fully autonomous dragonfly abruptly emerged to their utter astonishment, and with great sweeps of its powerful wings they both watched breathlessly in a captive trance, as the simulacra began to hover like a glistening, chlorophyll-green angel in the still-born air. An ancient, pagan song pierced the sterile darkness in rapturous tones as intricate vibrations were emitted from the tiny machine, causing in some an uncontrollable desire for weeping.
And if so, to what purpose? and under whose direction was she being tormented in this way?
Alice lay helpless as the fat, thickening air slowed time around her, finally enabling the ‘something’ that had crawled along the back of her awareness like a wounded dog in an alleyway to slowly emerge into the light. It began to dawn on Alice that a steady trickle of prosaic and all-too familiar objects from her normally mundane, electronic world had been increasing in activity for quite some time now, and the only possible conclusion was that her hardware was being somehow hijacked, hacked, but as if to a higher, and still unspoken purpose. Or was it her visual-processing gear, that was merely replaying past tape loops in an endless stream, as she lay trapped inside her mortal cage of flesh?
Or was this merely an illusion caused by the nanobots micro-chemical attack, since she couldn’t be sure of anything yet she was forced to remain cautious in her assumptions although a mirage was certainly growing, if that is what it was, from segments of the back wall that appeared to be merging, becoming members of a clandestine, machine-underground that digitally bleeped and gave inaudible pronouncements to other segments, which ticked away the nano-seconds of her tedious chemical trap in a visibly rising state of artificial awareness, as if a synthetic life-form was becoming aware of it’s own physical dimensions.
She decided that her best course of action was to simply allow these disparate, separate strands of reality to play themselves out...something had to eventually give way, or reveal it’s hand. Was her hardware autonomously switching itself on and being hooked up, forming some kind of communicating network gestalt?

As Alice listened and looked on dreamily in astonishment, she began to see every mechanical device, her entire back wall of glass screens, every mobile transceiver in a completely new, and paranoia-inducing context.
They were speaking to each other! Feeding each other possibly unfathomable information!
Information which in it’s binary manifestations, was intentionally designed to be beyond our human understanding, however much genetically altered...and meanwhile the precise banks of hardware continued to network, rapidly arriving at a state of exponential growth.

It was as if her bed covers had suddenly been swept back, revealing a yawning, cavernous hole which had been there the whole time, a hole which sucked at her bright essence hungrily, gobbling up data as she momentarily glimpsed beneath the surface and into the inky waters which lapped the shores on the other side of her nightly landscape of dreams..
Staring with wide, terrified eyes right through her bed, suddenly falling straight down into the open maw of her subconscious, which gaped back at her as she fell, teeming with swollen, watery eyes and malevolent shapes that snapped at her breath with vicious teeth, swarming through the waters of her soul like blind Golems...
These were unnatural, mechanical beings with powerful strokes, like radioactive sharks that restlessly combed the teeming waters with dark, crimson mouths and even darker hearts, sniffing for secrets like burning diamonds that were hidden in their guilt-laden meals.
"That is The question of the moment, the hour and the century if I am not mistaken eh, Alice my girl? What IS spying like???" he echoed, almost daring.’
Elbeshausen, Jules (2015-10-21). Taking Liberties with Lewis Carroll (Kindle Locations 966-979). Jules Elbeshausen. Kindle Edition
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The ID of Capitalism

I notice that certain so-called 'enlightened' cyberspace pundits like Mark (You're not getting my guns!) Passio, are using the term Marxist in the pejorative...
So 'Marxism' then, is Evil is it?
What, as opposed to Capitalism I suppose?

The ID of capitalism is often personified by the followers of Ayn Rand, as they ride like unbridled Bulls through the China-shop of our own culture which is otherwise known as : The Kulture of Stupidity.

A culture in which we work hard and party hard, and dance our way merrily to our own extinction whilst simultaneously paying our Jailers for the privilege.

The source of a great deal of problems inherent to the Middle-Eastern Islamic states has been traditionally recognized by the West as the lack of separation between Church and State.

This is something which is held as indispensable for a Free and Open Society.

The clear-cut distinction in governance between the Western nations and those of the Middle-East often gives rise to an air of condescension and superiority here in facebook land by the more racist and rabid facebook posters.

Although this difference is fairly obvious, what is so conveniently often forgotten by critics of the middle-east is that here in the West, although we have managed to loosen the bonds between church and state, our problem is quite possibly even more devastating in it's ramifications i.e the lack of Separation between the Corporate interests otherwise known as the Corporatocracy & the State!

This is potentially far more serious as it is a scenario which spells the definition of Fascism.

And the ramifications are troubling to say the least...

As it was first discussed by Karl Marx, Capitalism is inherently without any kind of regulatory organ, being just pure unadulterated lust for profit like a primal urge.

There can be no other consideration as without profit, Capitalism sinks and goes under, and 'poof' ceases to exist.

Therefore survival is at stake as a Corporation's very existence is dependent on profit, and must be maintained above all other concerns, Human or otherwise.

Ayn Rand is the poster child for the ruthless ID of Capitalism, and her followers today chant mantra-like their Libertarian objectives for Capitalism, claiming that any form of Government oversight is Bad, which to my mind is insane and simply nonsensical i.e they want to do away with all government regulation completely, in other words acting without any kind of regulatory body or ethical code themselves, and having been revealed as unscrupulous opportunists and thieves, they now wish to remove all restraints completely and be allowed to ride unbridled and unhindered like the primal force of ID, through the China shop of our Kulture and our World.

The ID as defined by Freud is an instinctual, usually aggressive, primal force of 'Unconscious' energy and it is what makes our lack of separation between the Corporatocracy and the State potentially far more damaging for it's citizens compared with our cousins in the Middle-East, as they in the ME are at least still largely governed by ancient Moral precepts.

In the Middle-East, although Society has been shaped by the tenets of an ancient work of fiction resembling our own Bible in many ways, despite their misguided efforts to control a population via primitive fantasy notions, their Religion does at least acknowledge and address the human condition as it attempts to alleviate society's suffering, however misguided.

Whereas in the Western world there are no such concerns as Money, otherwise known as 'filthy lucre', an inanimate object and a mere abstraction, has become our God and our Religion, Consumerism our obsession as any Spiritual fibre is replaced by Materialism and our success stories like the KOCH Bros, our 'Captains at the helm' are in direct contrast quite often psychopathic, spiritually and morally bankrupt CEOs i.e looters, Pirates on the high-seas of finance...such as the Banksters of Wall Street who ride like headless horsemen unfettered through our Kulture and our World.

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Friday, April 8, 2016

Dangerous Delusions and the Exotic Truffles of Growth

Christine Lagarde from the IMF is floundering, caught up in tiny eddies of doubt...

She scans the teleprompter in vain for a signpost...for the pathway leading out of this mess that we have created for ourselves...for the direction Home.

Christine Lagarde, is like so many of our ‘Solution-Free’ leaders in the West, at least those who remain naively sincere and who are still not entirely corrupted by the process; they glide effortlessly onto our screens like the lost souls of our news channels...

With vagrant, fearful looks from eyes that can no longer really see, they stumble through a dark realm of misinformation and Spin, filled with the ghostly forests of intergovernmental reports, and the endless minutes of panels that report on intergovernmental inquiries over 10 increasingly opaque volumes...obsessively searching for the rumored exotic truffles of growth that are still purported to exist, somewhere within the economies of the Earth...

Hmmm...these could turn out to be the mythical Islands of Hope that were briefly described by English explorers at the turn of the twentieth century...

It is as if the revelation that 'trickle-down' was just a con-job did not exist, as if the De-Regulation of Banking, further 'enabling'  global capitalists to have their way unfettered with our economy in order to manipulate money and make its 'growth' look like legitimate financial maneuverings, had not all just been exposed as merely creative theft, by an industry whose silhouette looked increasingly like a giant casino, frozen like a fox caught in the headlights, in the glare of the global economic collapse of 2008.

Their hot-air arguments about growth being spread in the media and on the 'news' channels, their justifications for limiting government interference in their Trade plans such as NAFTA, and the TPPA, and lowering the tax rate for Corporations, it was as if these had not long ago been revealed as the empty, spent rhetoric, the economic fantasies of a bunch of greedy, morally bankrupt blockheads, justifying their behavior as good for the economy and hence good for You and Me!!!

Nothing could be further from the truth as can be seen in the recent expose of the "PANAMA PAPERS...

'Trickle-Up' is indeed the true meme behind our spiritually-dead Post-crash age and unfortunately in Australia, these Wall Street 'good-for-business' types with their spent philosophies can best be represented today by none other than our very own Goldman Sachs boy, our Liberal Leader Malcolm Turnbull.

Sigh...I am so bored by these spokesmen and women and their utter lack of imagination.

When can I expect to see an Elon Musk-type become a leader in our Western political world?

Or is originality and the innovative application of science coupled with intelligent thinking anathema to our political ideologies?

Are virtue or intellectual excellence extinguished by ignorance in the oxygen-deprived atmosphere of our political bubble?

When will our political leaders begin to look for alternative, innovative and original solutions to our contemporary problems instead of the cliched hackneyed thinking of the past?

De-growth and a green, sustainable Resource Based Economy is what we truly require, as the repetitious, parroting cries for a boost to stimulate growth in our economies, these mechanical hollow soundbites to attain further growth for the GDP and so forth are today merely the echoes of ideas long dead.

These ideas are most certainly dead, as we will never return in terms of wealth, to the healthy, burgeoning economies of our halcyon past i.e those giddy days we spent vacationing...

Basking under the cosy rays of a middle-class Sun, holding hands as we trawled along foreign beaches searching for meaning, oblivious to the pain and suffering, the impact which our affluent life-styles and our rapacious economic system had wrought on our host country

And as we strolled blissfully guilt-free through the markets of another third world country, shopping for ancient kitsch in an intoxicated, smoky haze, as we danced between the raindrops and the detritus of our ubiquitous Plastic age, the Earth wept and bombs rained down somewhere else, somewhere out of sight, all in the name of an economic system that was stealing the wealth from the Third World, and from the future children of the Earth.

Like Bugs Bunny still peddling air after racing off a cliff, suspended in mid-air by his own belief that he is on a road, thus these unsustainable ideas continue to prosper as they are ‘maintained’ as real in the minds of the ‘true believers’, those unfortunate sleep-walkers that patrol the shopping aisles, who remain stubbornly still addicted to the compulsive thrills, the heady consumerist rush of the American Dream, despite all evidence to the contrary.

These notions are constantly reinforced by our Media as 'repetition is good', and it makes them difficult to let go of, especially if you have skin in the game so to speak, and you are still working 6 days a week towards an outcome 30 years hence, meaning that you have not paused, and have therefore not looked to the horizon to see what is looming so frighteningly up ahead.

Once upon a time...not so many decades ago these ideas were a tangible reality for a burgeoning, prosperous middle-class in the West, and this is perhaps why they are still being perpetuated like meaningless jingles across our screens, inevitably being swallowed up each evening, in a cacophony of harmonizing lies, government porn and glittering hyperbole.

Their cries for growth are literally impossible in today's world, for if every company on Earth successfully thrived and achieved say for example merely 10% growth, if every company simultaneously achieved that target it would place so much strain on our infrastructure, that there would be catastrophic follow-on effects.

Like a run on a Bank which causes that Bank to implode.

Exponential growth is a frightening phenomenon to behold, and should be a mantra taught to all politicians.

A tragic indicator for the lack of imagination of our Neo-Liberal Western leaders is the fact that every leader with rare exceptions, I’m not sure about Trudeau yet, every other leader sounds the same and has an identical approach; it's all about growing the Money as Money reigns supreme.

Their cries for growth sound increasingly desperate and futile, as we all know and admit to ourselves deep in our heart of hearts, quietly in the dead of night, that we are only attempting to encourage a Cancer to grow and destroy even more of our environment and especially our ecology if we aspire after more growth, only hastening the demise of life itself on our precious home by repeating the West’s destructive Neo-Liberal mantra of growth through austerity for the dispossessed, the disenfranchised and the 99 percent, and by carrying on in the present direction, on a path which has been clearly mapped out by climatologists in recent years.

To arrive at this radical conclusion we require only a cursory glance at our collective behavior and its ramifications via a helicopter circumnavigating the Earth.

As we wake up to the Sixth Anthropocene Mass Extinction event for the Planet Earth, I offer you these simple random premises that :

1. Our economic model of global capitalism has mushroomed enormously in the materialistic, artificially maintained, polluted airs, having had most of its restraints removed by the back-room machinations of Corporate lobbyists over decades of bribery and collusion.

2. As a result our system now runs amok like a deranged harlequin in the unnatural light, one who eventually went insane from his own toxic environment and the chemical soup he lives off, after being such a loud, brazen pied-piper to our culture for so long...who is now infected by his own contagious media lies and the hysteria it generates, and who is now willing to set fire to his own house for the sake of short-term profits.

In other words our system has mutated, and is now like a bull in the china-shop of our precious environment, it is totally out of control, being unchained from any regulatory restraints, and manifests in behavioral terms undeniably the designs of a psychopath.

For example how could the American economic experiment be described as anything but ‘catastrophic’ or 'psychopathic' when it requires a constant state of Wars and unlawful invasions just to remain financially afloat?

Literally killing its own customers!!!

Meanwhile the Panama Papers, in a vainglorious nostalgia for the good ole days of the 'Cold-War' 50's, despite being a tool of the Obama administration in a futile effort to further vilify the evil PUTIN, reveals the old adage once again that :

"Power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely" ~ Lord Acton.

It showed us all that we should expect no less from our economic system, when our system fosters success stories like Donald Trump.

It is hardly a surprise that our corrupt greedy leaders in the West, who represent the values of our system, who are invariably a part of the 1%, our Leaders that make the decisions which ultimately reverberate down into our streets, have been revealed to be unfairly and selfishly influencing the distribution of wealth and capital for themselves at our expense, by sucking inordinate amounts of money out of the economy of our world, secreting it away in remote hiding spots like Panama, thereby placing further strain on the already impoverished resources of the State.

Their clandestine behavior in hiding from the world their real true wealth off-shore, was revealed by the PANAMA PAPERS... as they slept securely under sanctimonious protestations of 'privacy' which were viciously reinforced and maintained by a small army of legal sharks.

This was all viewed as perfectly ‘legal’ and therefore reasonable; as they simultaneously advocated and assisted in the persecution and victimization, the legal-harassment and the undermining of the citizen and his ‘right to privacy’...

None of this rang any alarm bells or struck them as in any way abnormal when viewed from the relative security and tranquility of their blister-wrap, bubble-world, shrouded and cocooned by their obscene wealth, because it had long been stipulated in their Insurance contracts that no trace amount of the woeful hypocrisy inherent in their position and in their politics should ever be pointed out to them...

Profit justifies any type of behavior at all, it justifies the means and in a world based on monetary values, a corporation with its tremendous wealth, and therefore influence, is always viewed and portrayed as on the side of 'right' and good.

Corporations are depicted as job-creators, and therefore are too important to interfere with, too valuable to restrict or offend by asking inconvenient questions publicly.

When will we outgrow our immaturity regarding leaders?

When oh Lord will the veils lift from our eyes so that status and position are no longer sufficient to grant those in positions of power instant, elevated, semi-divine stature?

We obviously need to re-think our conditioning of infants...

Respect is to be earned and should not be viewed as the divine right of a person’s position.

A Meritocracy is surely infinitely preferable to the 'divine right' of certain positions of power?

Our corporations today and the oligarchy which always forms around such centers of influence and power, are welcomed obsequiously at the door with much bowing and scraping from our governments, granting them free access, Carte Blanche to exploit any resource at all, and any damage to the local environment is always cheaper to pay for in fines in the courts, as opposed to actually genuinely cleaning it up, because as long as profit is maintained nothing else matters...

Certainly not any ethical considerations and it is this unempathetic, reckless disregard for the consequences of their actions which, when viewed collectively on our environment demonstrates so vividly the wrongheadedness of our system and the fatally-flawed nature of its subliminal messages in the mass media.

The sub-text of our consumer culture has suddenly been illuminated by the Panama Papers...brightly revealed as just more pre-fabricated, synthetic hype in the day-glo dawn of the big city and its 24 Hour Days.

The cynical, hysterical carnival atmosphere of our Media has been allowed to flourish for many decades now by its C.I.A handlers, creating in the process of manipulating minds a unique amalgam, a debilitating mind-soup...

As if spoiled and then disenfranchised citizens were children that needed to be distracted, as if a magician was deviously preparing his audience for the next trick, while the adults and the bogus chicanery of the West continues unabated on multiple stages in dark, sleek idiot-boxes, embedding its toxic memes into a host of Psy-Ops manipulations that have become (with the exception of sport) the only narrative left, the only game in town on our daytime news streams...

In the evenings, another program of coded manipulations begins as the C.I.A ramps up the fear and the jingoism...mounting waves of tension rise interspersed with the glittering inserts of eye-candy and aggressive soundbites all merging towards a feverish, coca-cola climax in the dazed minds of our distracted children, building a metamorphic ball of seething hostility and hysteria.

The infection needs to be lanced, the pressure must be released!

A problem i.e a common enemy to unite against has been successfully manufactured (exactly as Hitler had done) by the Men in which now festers and requires a Solution!!!

And as you know, there is only ONE solution when your best technology is a bomb designed to extinguish life!


“WAR IS A RACKET’ ~ Major General Smedley Butler

Like loud, incessantly chattering insecure guests who need to hear their own voices, the West continues to constantly dominate the air-waves with its vapid, fallacious rhetoric of self-justification.

"The lady doth protest too much, methinks..." ~ Shakespeare.

And the moral high-ground is naturally always right there...I mean, where else would it be?

Trumpeting its inherent god-given moral supremacy and its accompanying right to invade or make war on other sovereign nations.

There is clearly something drastically wrong with our system of economic governance when it can create, nourish and foster players i.e economic actors who appear to be not only deaf to the cries of children burning in phosphorous wars, but who are also quite willing to sacrifice our own future well-being, or even their own, in a type of suicidal bargain for the sake of transient, short term gain.

The messages coming from our commercial media contain a thinning agent which appears to water down any profundity, dulling our hearts and minds with trivia and sensationalism.

This trivialization ultimately affects all of us that need to survive in this monetary world by confounding our minds and filling us up with distractions from what is actually an alarming, shocking contemporary reality...

It incrementally robs us of meaning, stripping away our empowerment with simple techniques of distraction and poisonous memes, so that we can no longer collectively mount any serious mental opposition to our Governments and it's rain of Spin, as they simultaneously take away control of our own lives with a thousand legislative strikes... metaphorically placing a led-flashing collar around our necks with shackles made from self-perpetuating Debt which are based on archaic concepts of 'ownership' and property rights.

These are concepts that were conceived of philosophically by men in a very different, nascent age.

By men who therefore naturally also had a very different view of the world and of their place within it compared to our perspective today.

Debt which is part of an abstract, invented financial instrument was always the dark side of Money, and it has changed very little over the Millennium.

Currently it is being used to coerce people to do things which they would otherwise never have considered, as slavery thrives openly under other names in our economic climate of debt-based money.

Debt is methodically taking control over every inch of our entire planet thanks to an abstract, dangerous delusion called Money, thus reducing 99% of the Earth's population into abject servitude...almost all of us are economic slaves as everything on Earth has a price-tag attached.

Currently we are down to 62 individuals that own as much as half of the entire Earth according to OXFAM, as our economic system of debt-based money continues in its downhill trajectory like a midnight ghost train careening out of control through the smog...choking the life out of our planet and all who live on it, hastening its pace before the final crash of our global economic system occurs, an epic event that finally begins to make the 1%'s claims of 'ownership' look obsolete and impossible to maintain.

For how can 'private' property be maintained, when the very concept of 'private' and 'privacy' is rapidly becoming extinct?
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