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changing it now.

     oh those arbitrary frames!
      spinning, but not this line.
     
spin me a yarn neon
spin me a yarn neon
spin me every where but not here!
here is a fresh link, a new path to some older content:
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In Wicked Need of an Edit

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Political and Media Inanity

Kafka wrote comedy. Orwell was a pessimist. Depends who you ask.

Truck-u-later

in this column Truck-u-later steps in deeper . . .

The muck and mire of politics is a stink pit, a mud waller. It's a smelly cesspool of resentment and theory of how to 'get yours'. Theory, indeed.

We respect the effective things that work, process proven and true and necessary.

The bought-and-paid for people, well, they are bought, and paid for. And franchise people? They only want the part that has their branding, their logo, their cartel.

When governance devolves to cartel conference governance, and nearest-shrimp-bar yearnings lead the ruler ship class by the nose, by a nose ring, I suppose.

One might imagine that those who delude to be the best and the brotatious wouldn't be inclined to want to be lead around by a nose ring, but fashions fleet like the shadows of withering plants, fifty years later the tangle vines become? We can imagine the scene: the long fallow garden of bad-governance left fallow for fifty years and the children-of-the-? have now . . . ? Who gets to write that story?

We live in a world where having friends helps us. We are purported, by many, to be 'social creatures'. But their is much complexity in the very many societies, each with some different set of crazy rules: 'tradition' some call it. Others call it hazing.

Yes, we live in a world where people like to 'be in control'. They do what they do and perhaps afford for themselves some sense of center, a locus of themselves that they use to sit up on as a throne above the cares of the cedar swamp, deep in the forest of ignorance except for what is immediate. We all live, at times, that way, where the 'outside world' is something that we ought to just blow up (not wanting to use explosives, I'm guessing, but just as a metaphor for 'total annihilation of false idols'. false idols? Well, that is a conundrum, isn't it? If the idol is false then it needs no annihilation, as it never had effect in the wider world, in the first place. So that takes us to that curious case of pogrom: an old world habit. Some tribes were mean to other tribes. Some tribes were slavers. Some tribes were hunted down and made into slaves by other tribes. And it all just kept going on and on for a very long time and it really still does, in many senses. People are enslaved within the strictures which get bound onto them, and augment their behavior with (depricate?) alternative deprecated behaviors? Obsession, chemical or sex addiction. I'm not going to write a discourse on this.

It would be a lurid tale of sex-drugs-and-power-mad-politically motivated governance of one tribe, or tribes, at war with other tribes. People playing the political world as a bunch of chumps. Buying up politicians with sex and booze and pills. Compromising and corrupting everyone that they can . . . oh the inhuman lusts utilized as sexual weapons so that the power-proxiers of the proxied can rule the world from their catamaran yacht somewhere east of the western lands and west of the eastern lands. Off in someone's bad play novelization of life and politics whose 'just saying' nonsensical, vague, accusatory, innuendo and false conjecture (false? you know it is false but you say 'oh it could be true'. )

Al right, now, let me just change the subject. The subject of the imagination of horrid governance will now turn into a discussion concerning conjecture. If we know that a statment is false then can we fairly ever say that we present as conjecture such a statement? I posit that a conjecture is something that might be true. And thus if we know that the statemenet is, in fact, false, then we should not present that statement as conjecture. And we could thus call it a 'false conjecture'.

Oh, well, I'm defining terms. And so what? What does it matter? We still have these visions, these horrid visions, of the tribes of international suck-it-all-for-us politics, who enslave the world to their bad ideas, and mandate governance of incompetent franchisees and their ilk (oh the out rage here!)

And the real truth? We all try to get along and get our stuff accomplished, whatever that happens to be. In the real world if there were tribes of international suck-it-all-for-us politics, who enslave the world to their bad ideas, wouldn't we, those who they seek as their slaves to fetish governance (like global whateveaa), wouldn't we tell them? Look it, this is just a fetish of yours, non substantiated bunk science? You've been mislead by agenda'd causes of some grand international scheme of some even more sinister nature: the urge for central and total control of some small subset of people: world governnace and no way to say 'no, we don't want this anymore'. They would, of course, deny it all. Maybe they might call us a 'denier' and put us on a list . . . or . . . is it just group delusions of institutional dementia: the thoughts of the ghosts in the machine, and not the result of anyone thinking those things. It just shows up as a cause of an organization, and though everyone is sekptical, skepticism is somehow forbidden.

I say that if people really are under hypnotic delusions than they would snap out of it at some point, hopefully of their own choosing (say right now) and they would start to understand that blind adherence to 'cause' is always questionable behavior which might provoke them to subhumate others and ignore the rights of others. When blindly following for a 'cause' you are worshipping wind, and falling under the sway of corrupt practices of institutionally demented governance. Or maybe the delusions of a single mind makes it's own blind cause.

The cause of no one mandated to be the cause of all, and with punishment for dissent.

June 22, 2016

Billion dollar ideas? They are all around us!

Alright. We'll be changing it up a little bit!.

Cal:

"I never minded the surveillance society. I've always been kind of an exhibitionist"

June 6, 2016

"I never minded the surveillance society. I've always been kind of an exhibitionist."

 a beat . . .

  Praise     Praise     Praise
   the        the        the
   Lord       Lord       Lord
  for his    for his    for his
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  well, nothing more here today.