sphere of rainbow rings
spin gauge toy-widget demonstration sample
sphere of rainbow rings
spin gauge toy-widget demonstration sample
We are at an 'lunatics running the asylum' stage with the Obummber administration of very many incompetent race-baiters. Don't get me wrong, I'm not one of those who says all of government is out of control. Clearly the parts run by Vallier and her sympathizers is needing to be observed even closer. Read this article by Daily Beast Editor, Nick Gillespie to see how unraveled it has gotten in world of vindictive politically motivated abuse of process by some in the federal bureaucracy.
The emboldened with too much power who have no concern for the rights of man, well they need to be observed very closely. Gag orders like the one describe simply should not be allowed. Comments need to be decoupled from content in the eyes of the courts. The bureaucrats (I don't say government) lawyers who did this gag order should have known that it would seem to be an abuse of process
Government of, for and by the people!
When a race-baiter discusses race, and trashes our country, that behavior is hate-speach. Oh, don't worry, I believe in the First Amendment and the guy has a right to go on with it. Yes, we need to know who they are that have this twisted and concocted view of racism in America. It is clearer and clearer that the MB are connected to the SI, the SI is connected to Ma_r_xists, and they are connected to this current administration. The people who go on with their 'oh, that symbol of yours is racist' (St Andrews cross with stars in it): keep up your blabbling so we can all know who you are. We need to know so we can shun and avoid you. We need to know so that we can compile a list of your friends who we will never vote for.
It is only going to get worse. These people are emboldened. And trashing a symbol of a long extinct army, and bullying corporations into banning emblems of a non-sanctioned kind, only emboldens the out of control hate and race mongers, of any political stripe.
It is time for those within the corrupted and coerced bureaucracies to recognize that some of their leadership has gone rouge. They need to fix this problem from within, out of the perception of the public, and stop the abusive processes of the few. I say 'the few' because I believe that most people have integrity. And they are just scared of the rouges at the top who are quick to swing their schimtars of intollerance towards anyone who doesn't capitulate to the bullying. People who seek to be life-time buerocrats are often very fearful of life on the outside of the hive. And so they become timid and they just get along, not making any waves.
But the First Ammendment encourges waves. It says 'give each buerocrat a whistle and let them form a band: and sing truth to the corrupt managers. Bungie managers come and go, and good buerocrats know this. If there are any on the inside who know stuff: you got to form a band!
And sing. If they shake you out of that tree-of-graft which the buerocracy can seem to be at times (it changes from administration to administration) don't worry, there are plenty of us who aren't in the tree who are out here in the real world (you are in a real world too). We are the ones for whom that trees is of, and by and for. We water and fertilze that tree. If there are gypsy moths in it eating all the fresh growth, do you call them 'the government?' The moths of marxist envy, those who usurp and never build (some marxists build, political phony marxists do not), who are really just children of some grander and older corruptocracy of somewhere else (aristocracies from overseas wearing a the robes of some ideology came to Chicago and colonized the troubled people and fed them race-hate and false history).
We don't really know where these incompetents came from. And clearly most Marxists (not small m but real) are not out for an evil dictatorship of foreign aristocracy hiding behind the rethoric of social-justice and 'equality'. These people don't want equality but supremacy. We know this because they go on with it. It's just a business. They are doing a bit.
Most people just want life to be good for everyone. True Marxists might understand that racism is a tool to get people to react, but in the end they have a dogma of 'all are actually equal' as far as skin or ethnic heritage. It is education, so they believe, that will make us all see that. So, for that reason, I conclude that what we have are not marxists or communists, because then they would be moral. The immorality of the race baiting and the quest for ideological supremacy outs these people as being mere gardan variety aristorcratic leaning petty bouchs-wa-zeee (did I spell it wrong? lol). They use the cloak of rightous Marxism to gain power, drive governments into bankruptcy, just so that it can all be liquidated at pennies on the dollar to their friends who live in the Alps of grand financial good furtune. These people who pander to the good-urges of Marxist leaning people are not, in fact, caring at all about the equality of all and the eventual evolution into something where race and skin color are not considered important. We would see people like we see sweet-peas: their flowers come in different colors but the plants are essentially the same. The product, the same. The color is inconsequential. That is a theory. We know that our world really isn't like that.
Oh, well, I have no comments section. And I'm not widely read. And if someone doesn't like what I write here, what can I do? What can they do? Nothing. They should do nothing. They should not need to know who I am. I am trying to speak truth to power. I shouldn't be fearful that some partisan is going to see me as an ideological threat. I shouldn't even have to worry. Unfortunately it does come to mind. I feel a lot less free to blog my thoughts. I feel a lot more compelled to worry that someone is going to think that I need to be observed. That's called paranoia
Well, so, then I see it like that. And I say that the burocrats who might read this, or the partisans, they would see that I'm not spreading hate. I'm trying to make them see that they need to follow existing laws and respect the various pillars of our government. The gag order place upon Mr. Gillespie should never have been attempted, let alone enforced if even for a brief period.
As far as the reason for the investigation? I think it is prudent for judges to worry about passing comments on the Internet. People who post hateful things aren't doing it from an enlightened center. A judge deserves to feel safe and secure. In a sense posting hate to a blog is an abuse of process (process of the blog). So the officers of the court should try and seek out those who would so threaten a judge, as the commenters at Reason.com had seemed to do. But to go after the blog? And to put such a gag order? Well, it's all documented at the link provided, and with subsequent links from there.
Yes we need to protect judges. Yes we need to protect free speach in blogs. And, yes, apparently we need to be vigilent of the beuearcracy and watch their behavior carefully, because clearly there are some inthere who are emboldened and out to further their own ideologies, without regard to the needs of the government of, and for and by the people. When they do those anti-constitutional things they are no longer acting for the govenrment but for their own poltiical reasons. And there is much of the burocracy devoted to observing and stopping the partisanship of government. And since it isn't working well anymore websites like Reason.com are important. We need oversite and a free press. Gag orders prohibit and restrict the freedom of speach. There may be good reasons for this at times, but mostly it seems that it is done so that some in the burocracy can get away with doing things that are actually not for and of and by the people , thus are relaly not governmental actions but actions of a private person acting as a rouge within the government. If that kind of person exists within the governmental burocracy the public needs to know, or the problem needs to be solved before the public ever finds out.
Fun with translation. With thanks to translate.google.com which can be quite fun and informative.
Let's not have a war. давайте не будем иметь войну
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played with a chinkky callipso beat, like metal shaking during the dance to keep time. играл с Chinky калипсо такт, как металл пожимая во время танца, чтобы время. Mischka Missha miss ya miss ya miss ya Mishca Mishca Mishca Mishca miss ya Let's not have a war. You found out the gold wasn't anything the goal has always been the same when you're lost and afraid you can invent anything that makes it all seem sane but all hatred and fear is in vain Mishca Mishca pitcher pitcher pritchter pitter pishka pishka mister mista mister pitcher pricker pricker mister pitcher Let's not have a war. Let us not have a war. song-writers note: if you are looking for hidden meaning in this song, the words, there is none. It's is merely onomonopoedica. the meaning is very clear: No War! We don't want one!
Walladu-la I heard you got in a fight you were listening to poison news and got all in someone's face in a state of excited unenlighted . . . And now there is a lot of dust so you think That great ships have gone into the drink and you fear the worst, but your thirst your thirst! Why can't you control your thirst? Other countries aren't some place to drink right up. Revolutions often lead to death and blight the ones who say to march are off and too the side they write their jingo to get their mobs to chant there is not love in their recant. They found out that the drink was too strong. The marchers went to a concert that didn't take very long. And the band well they wouldn't play that revolution song because they said 'be strong' or 'move along' or stop hitting on that poison bong or take some time to reflect on rhyme and let's not have a fight. After the show everyone wondered off home. And for those who don't know everyone helped everyone stay and keep warm. It was a cold day, that day. But good people have better things to say and know to not fight. So Walladu-la I'm glad you got introspective and gave up your hateful behavior and discovered something new, a recommended savior who tells you to stop the fight because what you think you are doing isn't right.
You've been blogging all day I've seen it I saw it I've seen it before he's seen it before I took down notes he took down notes kept writing till my arms were tired. he wrote down notes till his arms were tired. You've been blogging all day I've seen it before. I did it. once. it was long ago I thought someone would care it was long ago I thought someone would care he wrote notes till his hand fell off. He wrote notes till his eyes fell out. Will somebody catch these for him? A long walk to the town from here? his eyes are like superballs bouncing down a mountainside someone yells up "you're going to kill someone doing that." he yells back down "if you find my eyes give them to death and he can give them back to me." All day, all day long he was blogging worrying about politics.
All day all night he drinks his caffeind water And some times he has a fright it's weird to see him late at night wondering in his bardo. Deep within the dream that screams from the top of the stairs it tells him that his fears are just imaginary cares. Is it a giant window? A constellation of planets leading him forward to take that leap of faith. You might as well in a dream if you are paralyzed within the approprium, the glue of expectation that is busted out from the molasses factory, you might hesitate. Run. run for your lives or be crushes by the flood of molasses All day all night he drinks his caffeeenne water And some times he has a fright it's weird to see him late at night wondering in his bardo. Deep within the dream that screams from the top of the stairs it tells him that his fear about the imaginary. Is it a giant window? A constellation of planets leading him forward to take that leap of faith? You might as well, in a dream, if you are paralized by the gue of other people's expectations that is busted out from the mollasses factory. Run. run for your lives or be crushes by the flood of mollasses.
it's a rough day, a rough draft tornado tornadic winds spinning the spinny toys. Such a big wind! What a large window blowing by in the sky like dorothy tornadic doom But they wrote the story where they all get home and the calamity ends and all is well. So I have to give you back your draft We can't follow your plans this year, this decade, this century.
A bouppiididdittybit Bop was droning by and tells you that it's now, even though it was before she is naked to try and tempt you but you know she isn't real so you brush her off, it's just images on the television and if they speak they only speak in lies. She looks like that candidate. So the bouppiddidditybit Bop hands me a headset demanding that I put it on and it would snap into my spine like the robot arm you will be and what they want for you is of no importance unless you agree do you agree? So I handed him back his control unit without explanation and then hovered over to another dream where no one like him exists and the people that they show on television don't spout lies like a fountain.
This is a personal blog page. This spin gauge example 26
This version is called 'Sphere of Rings'. If all goes well with your browser there will be 'rings' of images that will rotate concentrically around the center of a sphere. I modify the x,y,and z angles with ratios of the same angle, and thus the 'rotation' has a specific 'flavor' to it. The demonstration is self explanitory if it works in your browser. If you have firebug installed, take a look at my code.
© 2010, 2012 2013 2014 2015 © Amillia Publishing Company . All Poems written by Bill Perilli, of Natick, MA.
This page is a test and demonstration page, non commercial, an offshoot of an artist blog.
Death called and said he'd give you a reprieve if you'd just "cut it out." He said you'd know what he means.