real world use for our thought experimenting exercises

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I give you this link because I think the guy is good at giving visuals that help people get an idea of what might actually be taking place while confronted with information we know is bogus. He seems to be downplaying it all, but not in the same way as most of the liars and instapundits. He seems to be addressing the seriousness of it. He discusses some of the mechanisms of the plutonium popping up in soil samples, and why monitors can't monitor it. He does NOT, so far as I have seen here yet, mention the Sacred MOX. He's used by the Maddow fascist on MSNBC, and that would be because he won't step over the line. So you MUST bear in mind the guy isn't telling the whole truth, is steering clear of it, or you will be fooled by him. The one good reason to risk tainting your understanding is the chance to enhance it, and if you've been practicing that special kind of attention I keep mentioning around here, maybe you can do this.

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I mean, how long can you read shit like this:

Fukushima nuclear complex has been found to have radioactive water leaking into the sea from a cracked concrete pit.

In a discovery regulators said might explain the radioactive water that has hobbled efforts to quell Japan's nuclear crisis, Tokyo Electric Power Co (TEPCO) said the radiation in the pit at its No.2 reactor in Fukushima measured 1,000 millisieverts per hour.

"With radiation levels rising in the seawater near the plant, we have been trying to confirm the reason why, and in that context, this could be one source," said Hidehiko Nishiyama, deputy head of the Nuclear and Industrial Safety Agency.

He cautioned, however, "We can't really say for certain until we've studied the results."

TEPCO is preparing to pour concrete into the pit to stop the leak, added Nishiyama.

before you start tearing your hair out in clumps in advance of the radiation doing it for you? Monster quake? Cracked cement? Who knew?

Maybe that soft-pedaling engineer isn't mentioning there is no pool to cool at Unit 3 because that's obvious, or mentioning that the MOX in it has anything to do with the plutonium readings in the soil because that too is obvious, and maybe he's not mentioning the decimated reactor and cement under it because that, too, is obvious. That might be stuff he covered before I bothered to listen to some of his explaining on his website. It seems to me they've all been threatened with death if they speak of Unit 3. Say what you will about any other reactor, but mention Number 3 and you're a dead person.

The AP, however, the one that gets everyone by one means or another, says they've discovered a crack in the cement under Unit 4... three weeks into the meltdown. Oh, oh! No wonder all these half-assed measures have only let the problem worsen. The concrete is cracked! So, darn, all that work that would have been righteous has been foiled by this entirely unforeseeable nuance... that now must be studied.

I think, possibly, the power companies have fired all their scientists and engineers in favor of minimum wage workers, and the management of all of them couldn't add up to one brain between them. All that operates at any of them are the receivables departments and the stockholders' automatic deposits. Anyone who would know what to do has been paid not to even think it, and deaf, dumb and blind capitalism will out.

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And Fascists Love Ineffective Protest....

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potpourri pile-up

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I just had too many windows open with stuff I was thinking about saying about each. I long to just reboot and get a pristine clean slate. Of computer. Of mind. If those are separate entities anymore.

An American CIA contractor who shot and killed two Pakistani men was released from prison Wednesday and left Pakistan after more than $2 million in "blood money" was paid to his victims' families....

It always comes down to this kind of math when the people are in abjection to crushing poverty.

"He is a perfect specimen," said Mr Lu, who runs the Tibetan Mastiff Garden in Laoshan, near the eastern Chinese city of Qingdao. "He has excellent genes and will be a good breeding dog.

I dare you not to do the math....

Candidates will only be referred for a compulsory work placement if a Jobcentre Plus adviser believes they are deliberately avoiding trying to get a job or would benefit from getting into the ‘habits and routines’ of getting up every morning.

Field day for bureaucrats....

Good map....

Look at this as wiring for the pushbuttons....

Preparedness....

Pernicious reportage under a deceptive banner equals mass hypnosis....

Guess who's drilling near a great spot for the next catastrophe....

Earthquakes and Extreme Weather....

All Reactors Are Nuclear Bombs....

I may be adding to this... or I may go off on a completely different set of tangents. Who can ever tell anymore?

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here's yer sign

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Each and every one of those nonprofit "progressive" sites that fly up in response to constitutional crises and election fraud and gun control and financial meltdown and torture and illegal wars and toxic planet and wilderness preservation and wildlife preservation and forest preservation and water preservation and feeding starving people and treating AIDS in Africa and watershed reparations and you goddam name it are going for THIS. This is what they are about.

Sean Penn recently came out and quite nearly said as much... trying manfully to get the point across without sounding like a foaming conspiracy theorist bliss ninny lefty... and HE would know... in case you are skeptical of my bona fides in this matter.

WHAT does it take to open people's eyes that they can't simply throw money at things? That this world is up to us?

A cast iron frying pan upside the head?

Wait! Wait! I have one of those!

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They make it so damn easy for us to be ignorant—and we snatch at that chance, it being such a relief from the constant pressure from fear and outrage and unease and opprobrium and struggle to get from outta bed in the morning to back into it at night.

And I do mean whether they are progressives or arch conservatives.

LISTEN to her. The only way to get power is to take responsibility.

No excuses.

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There actually is one good organization to support. Can't accuse Watson of just paycheck-mongering, and then playing dirty politics to increase it instead of performing on your trust. I wish we had a couple billion more like him.

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i was poking my nose out the window to look for snow

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While trying to catch up on the Keiser Reports I missed while off to family and friends, when instead of snow I spied a most rotund little bird of transcendent hoppitude hopping with the utmost in springiness all over my yard. Still, springy or not, he had to be too fat to fly. While contemplating this problem in aerodynamics I was thoroughly enjoying Max and Stacy's banter here, but the Palast interview NAILED me. A number of things are going on here. While I keep waiting for it to dawn on them that not only are all these fraudulent instruments, etc, about which they endlessly complain, based on thin air, but so is the exchange more traditionally considered worth something. These are VERY smart people, but they're not grasping that there is no such thing as actual worth in any exchange system, that none of it is based on actuality, that just as we called the whole mess into being, we can zap it out of being, with no loss whatever. But I digress.

Max interviews Palast here. Palast fries Max's synapses. I honestly believe EVEN Max Keiser was SO flummoxed by what Palast was saying to him that he could not come back with any measure of his famedly-snappy ripostes. Must see TV.

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Today's Keiser Report is also good to hear. It puts a rather fine point on my thing about social media and manufacturing the appearance of consensus... and you get to hear Glenn Greenwald talking about the bullshit surrounding WikiLeaks.

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the catch 22 in the precious metals game

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You forget you can't score on that outta the park homer. You think you can, but nope. It's rigged. There isn't any angle on any financial scheme that isn't already rigged against you. Best you can get is to do well for a while. You not only don't end up with your pot of gold at the end of this rainbow, but you have helped people who never even tried the scheme of making money on money lose their homes and have to scramble to feed their families, depending on which angles you play, and depending on playing at all.

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parasite capitalism

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Or should we call it cannibalism?

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i'd so hoped that if i stayed quiet this just wouldn't happen

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Of course, that's just dreaming, just being superstitious, just dumb.

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And, while I'm on the subject, I become exasperated with Max Keiser over this stuff... this gold stuff. I'd've been vexed over the big Buy Silver gig, too, except for the notion of there being a chance to tap dance on JPMorgue's grave, which outweighed my concerns over heavy mining activity anywhere. I know we need it for lots of things beside money, but money is the most of it, and we DON'T need that. We only agree to THINK we need that. HUGE difference.

He and Stacy carry on like they're environmentally-concerned, but also push gold so hard even I start groping around for what remnants of jewelry I have tucked away somewhere. You can't push gold that hard and not know that moonscaping vast tracks of pristine planet is the desired result. Yes, yes, you think it is the preservation or enhancement of your security. And you might well think that, because it obscures the ugly truth.

Right now I'm listening to him discuss how America is exporting inflation with Catherine Austin Fitts, who is a pretty damn cool lady. Maybe you'd like to join me?

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commodity bubbles are going out of control

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You fuckers doing yer speculating should curl up and die instead.

The US fears that Saudi Arabia, the world's largest crude oil exporter, may not have enough reserves to prevent oil prices escalating, confidential cables from its embassy in Riyadh show.

The cables, released by WikiLeaks, urge Washington to take seriously a warning from a senior Saudi government oil executive that the kingdom's crude oil reserves may have been overstated by as much as 300bn barrels – nearly 40%.

The revelation comes as the oil price has soared in recent weeks to more than $100 a barrel on global demand and tensions in the Middle East. Many analysts expect that the Saudis and their Opec cartel partners would pump more oil if rising prices threatened to choke off demand.

I sprung out of blogging mode last night the moment my eyes landed on BB2's comment about the loss of Gary Moore—losing myself in my life of loving guitar heroes and transcendental vocalists who are now damn old—not willing or able, I don't know which, to face any of this for nearly a day.

I gotta say, I had this entire problem completely parsed by the time I was thirteen years old, and have endured all manner of karma for it my whole life, only to live to see for undeniably certain that I was right from the git. Yes, that and two bucks will buy me a cup of coffee, I know, but, you fuckers, WHY won't you wake up?

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what a pansy

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It has been louder, harder, harsher, outright psychotic in the redwoods for 25 years—more, but at the psycho pitch for 25.

Mark Harper, the Conservative MP for The Forest of Dean, was attacked by protesters as he exited a public meeting where he had been defending the Government's plans for a forestry sell-off.

He was pelted with eggs by protesters who also attacked the police van to try to prevent him leaving.

Mr Harper accused a number of objectors of being "bent on violence" and likened them to a "baying mob".

This guy ain't seen nuthin' yet. If you want to cut down a redwood tree nowadays, you have to be willing to endure major flak—grateful when it's only eggs—from mobs first.

Unfortunately—and against all reason—there are people willing to endure that to get at the wood. When I tell you that the difference between us and them is that they have the will, believe me, I know what I'm talking about.

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This would also constitute why I know the awfulness will not stop short of whole populations going postal on their governments. NOTHING else is big enough to halt the march of capital. Global enlightenment would do it, but, who ever said I was completely insensible to reälpolitik?

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i meant to link this yesterday

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Not that it isn't something we don't already know, but I really think this slips back from front and center while we attend to current events, and so it bears stressing. It probably would have been more impressive if I'd put it in with the part about the US sending warships to Egypt. But better late than never, and probably more impressive than THIS, depending on yer tastes, I guess....

AJ reports the same number of protestors are having to inhabit ever smaller areas of the square as the military hems them in... the thrust being to let them go out with a whimper... or keep their presence forever in the form of a ratty little kiosk as in all perpetual peaceful demonstrations in public places. Soon Egypt will be as modern and free as we are, with their very own designated protest areas, free speech zones....

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From a piece about the Muslim Brotherhood not being Muslim...

In Egypt, the die is now in the process of being cast and most sheeple (especially the young university-class air heads hysterically spouting off about "freedom" [LOL] to western news media — they can't think, only parrot and go into denial) are too lazy and dumb to realize it, because they are obsessed with eating, TV, money and ego while their nations, freedoms and children's future are stolen from them under their noses without their even realizing it. Gulag candidates.

Yikes.

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at least it will be obvious now even to diehards

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I mean, I don't like admitting I know people who go there every day for their news.

The Huffington Post is privately owned by its two co-founders, Huffington and Kenneth Lerer, as well as investors. AOL's statement said the directors of each company and shareholders of the Huffington Post have already approved the [sale to AOL], which is expected to be completed by the middle of the year.

Originally a politics blog aimed at Democrats, the Huffington Post branched out into celebrity coverage and turned itself into one of the biggest pieces of real estate in online news media in the US, rapidly overtaking more established media organisations such as the Washington Post by deftly utilising the internet to exploit untapped markets.

Huffington has said that her site made a profit in 2010 for the first time. The New York Times reported that Huffington Post executives estimate that the site will generate $60m in revenue this year, compared with $31m in 2010.

Maybe now people will grok that this is MSM we're talkin'... brain sucking mass hypnosis... brought to you by space lizards... sliming you from every corner of "civilization", INCLUDING the intertubes.

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okay, okay, sorry, but i've been yammerin' with mister north about this

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I am very late coming to the party today. I slept in and I started right in fooling with this temporary dream of fair play and good faith. There is no authority for any of it. It's just guys talking and no way to prove it out one way or the other, but there's a lot of good things to think about during the course of it, so I can recommend it to you.

I should take this time to mention something I've been wanting to mention to everyone freaking about money out there, Max Keiser included, for quite a while. I have been loath to bring it up as a position I will need to hold against all comers because you either understand it or you do not and it's completely your own lookout whether you understand it or not.

Money is not real, not actual. Neither is gold or silver or diamonds or whatever else you want to use for money. Money is a figment of your imagination. You want to get real? Recognize this. You want to stay in hell? Ignore it and proceed.

There is not, nor has there ever been, even one good reason for any monetary system. Including barter. It's pure delusion from start to finish and thin air that blinds almost everyone from earliest childhood.

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food, it's about food

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Everyone in the world has been hypnotized with the glories of democracy [code for fascism] and they think they can get FOOD if they take the power away from privileged despots. In Egypt, "the opposition" isn't actually opposed at all. They are so close to the edge of death from starvation they can be bought in their millions, and even those who are not bought to oppose their countrymen have NO choice but to fight the upheaval because it is depriving them of the almost nothing they had before.

Just contemplate for a moment the difficulty of dieting. Now multiply that by millions.

Commodity speculators are cornering the market on FOOD and holding it to drive up prices. Just like, say, the gold and silver speculators. We're being driven out of our homes and starved by people making money on money. Since we no longer have the industrial base to generate the revenue to cover our spending, those who are able have turned to speculation to keep generating income and this is increasing the abjection of those who are NOT able. And it isn't just people here who are being affected. They're all over the world. They are dying of starvation and they are rioting in the streets.

Meanwhile, we're busy sniping at each other, literally and figuratively, when we're all basically upset about the same things, but just such well-trained monkeys we think style differences are the mark of the beast. This sniping serves ONE demographic, the one creating global famine....

Right click to download large pdf of UN standard excuses re food and agriculture....

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there was a christian, a capitalist and a marxist

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Bryan Rostron
Thursday, February 3rd, 2011

Over the new year, it occurred to me I had only known one real Christian in my life. Thinking about this, it dawned on me that I’d also only met one absolute capitalist — and one true Marxist, one I’d trust to pull off a revolution and not shoot me afterwards.

It’s not that I’ve led a particularly sheltered life, having lived in — and reported from — several continents. In doing so, I have met some astonishing people, good and bad, and interviewed, or exposed, some very nasty capitalists.

But the real thing? The Christian I am thinking of, for example, lives not far from me outside Cape Town. She is a pastor and spends much of her time in the most forsaken areas of the Eastern Cape, setting up networks of “surrogate mothers” for AIDS orphans. She threw a party over the holiday period, having cashed in a burial policy in order to bring twenty of these rural women to Cape Town. None had ever seen the sea.

One Zulu-speaking lady, who also happened to be there, told me about the time she and her husband had tried to buy a house in a white area in order for him to be close to his work. My friend had to inspect the house and pretend that this dignified, educated black woman was her domestic. “When we finally moved in, the neighbours were terribly shocked”, recalled this now elderly black woman. “They complained — but apartheid was coming to an end, so nothing happened. In fact, we became friendly with some of them.”

Not that this qualifies as exclusively Christian. Many atheist left-wingers resorted to such stratagems to get round the grotesque distortions of apartheid. Nor is it her openness and simplicity, or the fact that she opens her home to people who have stolen from her before. What struck me as truly remarkable is her response a couple of years ago to a gang of teenage boys from the nearby township. They went on the rampage, stealing from fellow township dwellers. Then they murdered a man.

These kids, some of whom were 12 or 13, were driven out of Imizamo Yethu and informed that they would be killed instantly if they were seen in the township again. They took up residence, in mid-winter, among the dunes along the Atlantic Ocean. They had no way of supporting themselves, apart from occasional bag snatches. They became ragged and thin. No one — not the police, churches nor social services — was interested.

My friend, with her own money, would buy food and feed these boys in the dunes. “If I didn’t care for the real outcasts of society”, she said, “what sort of Christian would I be?” That’s not a question, I suspect, that the Pope or the Archbishop of Canterbury ask themselves.

The only capitalist, on the other hand, I met in London about 15 years ago. He was the other dinner guest of a young American banker and his wife. All three were baffled by my views. The argument got heated. The banker was at least prepared to admit exactly what level of deprivation and misery he was willing to tolerate in order to sustain his capitalist convictions. Mass starvation was over the limit. “Of course, if there’s a famine, one must intervene”, he conceded. “You can’t just leave people to starve.”

His British businessman friend, however, was intransigent. “Look, you want to give away your own money to stop people starving? That’s commendable — just so long as it’s your own choice and your personal cash”, he replied. “But nothing, absolutely nothing, should interfere with the laws of the free market.”

It’s useful to have the real argument put, shorn of all platitudes and palliatives. I soon dipped out of that dispute and sat back to enjoy the sight of a rich young American banker so hugely discomfited by the implications of his own ideology.

And the Marxist? Actually, until about a year ago, I used to say there were two that I would trust. But one, a white South African revolutionary, has proved so intransigent that he’s fallen out with almost everyone, including me and even, apparently, one of his own children. So I don’t fancy taking my chances of not being put before his firing squad.

That, again, leaves me with only one. And he’s now dead. It was a much-loved former colleague, the great investigative journalist Paul Foot. I once said to him, only half joking, that if I was confident that some of his comrades were as generous and non-sectarian as he, I’d be more inclined to sign up for the revolution.

Of course, Tribune readers will be able to provide outstanding examples of all three: Christians, capitalists, communists. But I haven’t personally met these fine folks. Maybe my luck will change in 2011. I try to keep an open mind.

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Go to first half of today's Keiser Report for refresher....

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And then you'll want to go contemplate the links here....

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albania

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Tunisia, Algeria, Yemen, Albania...

Berisha accused the socialist opposition of wanting to trigger "a Tunisian-style scenario for Albania" by staging "a coup to seize power by force," AFP reported.

Tens of thousands of people took to the streets for an anti-government protest called by the socialist opposition on 21 January. The demonstration ended with violent clashes between protesters and the police, and three people were killed. ...

Berisha and opposition Socialist Party leader Edi Rama blamed one another for the deaths, with each side promising new rallies in an escalating political row. ...

In a move to bolster support, Berisha on Saturday gave a bonus of one month's wages to security officials who patrolled the protest on Friday, and four months' wages for police officials who were wounded.

Security officials have placed coils of barbed wire on the ground around government buildings on the capital's main boulevard.

They're trying to give all kinds of fancy excuses—corruption, bogus elections, partisan bickering, housing, human rights—but the bottom line, the motive force in all these places seems to be FOOD.

[THE CORPORATION, two and a half hour documentary that does bear on all this....]

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UPDATE — And Egypt....

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the immortality of hubris

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Is what keeps me pining for benevolent monarchy. I'd die for King Arthur. I'd do anything never to have to find evidence of capitalist fuckers again. We probably have yet to solve this because this stuff just keeps making decent people go limp with its deathlessness continuing to grind on our every dream.

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confucius say invasion far too strenuous

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You must be getting the point of my gripe about people being only about making a buck off "problem-solving" these days. Well this is more of that. It occurs to me also that this very capitalizing on existential threats is a huge part of the flashing of unease images on our cell walls thing. I heavily recommend you do more than just glance at this piece.

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besides, i don't think you realize how vital china is to your way of life

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And, here, they can be seen plainly to be making it more difficult to live without them rather than less. Adolf NWO Einstein has backed himself into a corner here, but while you're whining about the tiered service from your ISP and a general clampdown on our access to anything on the tubes, China is very nearly the only place where any of our electronics are made. If people take it into their heads that our money is useless, which has been the case for many decades, but the perception is seriously imperiled now, we're going to be watching the rest of the world getting iPads while we are staring at our basements full of dead and discarded computers, wondering if we can scrounge enough parts to put one working one together.

I really hope there are free thinkers out there who are planning an escape for us, one not so vulnerable to control by capitalism and by governments, or we may have to learn how to interact with people F2F [face-to-face] again, no?

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capitalism accidentally arcs toward justice

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Doesn't make it less evil. Just gives us old broads something to be thrilled about once in a while.

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baby it's cold outside

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I had a semi-decent day's sleep, and I know this because I was dreaming. Whenever I recall that I've been dreaming, and especially if I can remember bits, that means I'm getting some of the good quality sleep, which, ahem, is not usual enough for me, for anyone. I don't recall that much about the dreams, except that I was at some sort of not okay resort with, I think, a landlord type man trying to sing its merits to me and me trying not to slip off the pier into the water while he was holding forth thus. I don't think trying not to slip into water is a good thing in either Jungian or Buddhist dream analysis. Water is the unconscious, the place one needs to make conscious in order to be a free human, a true human. Fuckup one. And then I was at some sort of fast food place—fuckup two—concerned for the staff, and finding I'd remembered my pocket change but not my paper cash and had to go back to the resort to get my money so I could purchase my "food". When I got back, the "food" thing wasn't happening, the ladies room was! I needed toilet paper. My money turned into toilet paper. This could be Buddhistly good, shedding awful habit, the toilet is the ace dream metaphor for that... OR it could be that I had to pee so badly my dream was trying to warn me not to wet the bed. It could have been either, but maybe it is the latter because I wasn't performing so well with the resort landlord thing, or with the entering a fast food "restaurant" even in a dream thing... except that I really did go in there with the intention of saving sentient beings, wasn't interested in the eating plastic crap part, but rather wanting to add energy to the liberation of the slaves behind the counter. So, hell. I'm ambivalent as heck about it... I just don't feel very enthused about what metaphor I can pluck out of the soup.

Not that I need to feel admirable or nuthin, but it seems too ignominious for someone who's been at it for this long.

Anyway, after a day of sunshine and then a Christmas Eve of only mild overcast, Christmas broke upon my home a sodden and too cold place yet again. Not as bad as the weeks leading up to Christmas, not quite as North Pole in its aspect, but dreary and uncomfortable as heck. A good sleeping day and that's really about all it's good for. I just hung a strand of itty lights, willy nilly in my kitchen—hang the electric bill and the added environmental damage. If I am up, and I need to be if I want to keep anywhere near a doable circadian rhythm, I'm going to have some atmosphere in this place... just turn off other stuff to compensate... like the heater. I've always loved strings of itty lights, preferably not colored, and I bought the suckers over five years ago and then never used them when I found out how environmentally incorrect they are. It's just a fucking ego trip to be this clean when BP is literally sliming the planet and overthrowing any government in its way. Okay? Being so scrupulously clean and correct to "combat" those fuckers is just a lethal head trip. Period. So my itty twinklers are happening.

Last night I stumbled upon the bad news that the wonderful anti-Israel bus ad campaign scheduled to begin on Monday is not going to happen and it depressed me. See, the moment I read about it I knew it wouldn't happen, was in fact pissed off that they'd put it out in the media BEFORE the fact, as though begging for a clampdown. I didn't feel like being negative over it, and so I wasn't, and I still don't, but, dammit, these pansy fuckers who grind paychecks out of "activism" make me yearn for my very own rocket launcher so I can blow their headquarters to smithereens. The tonnage of saved irk to everyone on earth would lift our hearts vastly more than any of these agony exploiters we do insist on adoring.

And I think I'm going to start my one-woman crusade against these evil fucks on KEVIN ZEESE. That dickless cash leacher and his incessant framings of "slow" and "longterm" and "long hard slog"—et cetera, et cetera, et cetera—has gone from merely making me want to knock his block off to making me want to nuke everything having to do with him to smithereens. He is the nexus for that little constellation of nonprofit, but paycheck generating, websites that pose as action against everything wrong. I DON'T CARE ANYMORE THAT HIS LAST NAME MEANS "COFFEE" IN BOONT! Now, if the filthy worm is murdered I'm going to be a suspect, even though my homicidal speech is unerringly just speech, every violent impulse I ever had having done a U turn about six inches off my face, but maybe they could just wrongly put me on death row and I'd still be glad that walking phial of sleeping powder in the apocalypse had been halted from perpetrating his deathless and pusillanimous and damn apocalyptically-lethal harm forever.

I'll be over this any minute, I'm sure.

What good what it do? He'd be replaced by another. They're in limitless supply. I hate them all, and indeed I hate them more than the ones whose perfidy is right up front, because of all the good people they BAMBOOZLE for a living. It has been pointed out to me that the bamboozled are bamboozled because it's their karma, and that is actually irrefutable, but my path must evidently be to fry out my circuits so utterly with wrath over the harm that I end up in a state of perfect enlightenment by dint of completely melted wiring. Others simply drop this shit, shed it. I couldn't be that sensible, all my toilet dreams notwithstanding. Not in my makeup.

So, still being up at some ridiculous hour, resolved to postpone my murderous impulses for the sake of everyone's holiday serenity, I invoked the use of my browser's reader function to blank out everything but the, enlarged, text to enjoy an essay by Neil Kramer. That was some help, but deflating a bit because he started it out with that crap about the whole WikiLeaks brouhaha being a psyop, which gets on my nerves. Number one, the sociopaths do NOT control everything that happens. They simply succeed in gaining control over it too quickly. There's a big distinction there. A huge one. One you could sail the Titanic through if you hadn't sunk it. And, number two, he has been extremely unclear about the need to keep your eyes open while you go about using nature to do the hard work of restoring yourself to some sort of near-human condition in this planet-swallowing mindfuck we call "life".

Still, there were a few really good paragraphs in it, and so I copied them, only editing just a jot, in case you find yourself too lazy or otherwise disinclined to click the link:

Mass culture is a control mechanism that devalues the individual. It is aimed solely at promoting collectivism. It seeks to enforce the dependence of the individual human on a collective group and the priority of group ideologies over individual life paths. It is, at the base level, the very heart of socialism, communism, fascism and totalitarianism. It employs nationalistic impulses to setup polarities of antagonism that exclusively benefits a set of ruling elites. At the top level, the elites fully comprehend that there are no distinct nations, ideologies or cultural imperatives to speak of. To them, there is only power and no power.

Real human culture, the natural expression of the individual at the pure creative level, always emanates a degree of uniqueness, spontaneity and asymmetry that is infeasible to manufacture or mass produce. It does not lend itself to reproduction or packaging. The value of real culture is therefore to be observed in that which is handmade, distinct, crafted, skillful, and is a profound representation of an individual, not an organization. It is anti-commercial to its core.

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When we hear of the important news items that are ‘the talk of the nation’, what we are witnessing is the self-referential narrative of the Control System. These headlines are not the news of the individual, or even echoes from the communities that are composed of individuals. The media’s ‘hot topics’ of the day, are collectivist memes that are set against the natural path of the individual. The exercise of turning off the TV and discarding the newspaper, demonstrates just how utterly irrelevant the news is to the progressive human narrative. The most profound, revelatory and exhilarating moments in our lives are always manifested by our own hands. They do not arise out of screens, institutions or ideologies. When we extricate ourselves from the mediaplex, we regain that which is our heritage – a knowingness that we are here to explore, to grow, to love and to experience. Nothing more and nothing less.

See, I can be mellow about my disagreement with him because, while some of his stuff sounds honestly too damn relax-have-a-pickle and would tend to ensnare people really only looking to get out of the blare of the ugliness—until the ugliness blows up the planet, of course—I mean I'm sure they haven't forgotten that part, right?—it is crystal clear to me that his understanding is such that he will never harm for a living. That is huge. That is RARE. And he is generally trying to get at the perfect elucidation of the OTHER way out of this hell for the masses.

The one where we wake up and cease empowering the sociopaths.

I think there isn't the time for it, but know that it is of the sort of phenomena that can turn on a dime, really can shift with the beat of a butterfly wing... only just extremely unlikely to happen no matter how many Neil Kramers we drum up to beat their butterfly wings. It would have the benefit of vaporizing the dread poison taffy river of Kevin Zeese Energy that is bombing children to pink mists in their sleep and which no amount of violence could ever erase. So I'm still in Kramer's corner, even if he doesn't give the beauty of Assange's action enough attention... yet.

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love, 99
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