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translation of lyric !!
Okay, I'm going to release a new album.
But first, we need to go over the basics
I'm going to make a simple video where I'm going to say simple things
Because you're too dumb
Simple, basic
[Verse 1]
The most intelligent people aren't always the ones who speak well (simple)
Politicians have to lie or else you wouldn't vote for them (basic)
If you often say you don't have a problem with alcohol, it's because you have one (simple)
Don't make a child with people you don't know well (basic)
The guys from FN have the same head as the bad guys in the movies (simple)
Between having principles and being a dirty bastard, the line is very thin (basic)
Hugo Boss dressed the Nazis, the style has its importance (simple)
Dolphins are rapists
Yeah, beware of appearances (basic)
[Chorus]
Basic, basic, simple, simple
Basic, basic, simple, simple
Basic, you don't have the basics.
You don't have the basics
You don't have the basics
You don't have the basics
[Verse 2]
If it's written on the internet, it might be false but it might be true (simple)
Part of the Illuminati, what difference does it make? Yoy get fucked (basic)
You're a foreigner when you're abroad, it's useless to be racist (simple)
The craziest guys are often the saddest guys (basic)
One hundred people own half of the world's wealth (simple)
You'll always be one or two off while counting your horses (basic)
If you are often alone with your problems, it's because you are often the problem (simple)
Every generations say that the next generation messes everything up (cliché)
[Chorus]
Basic, basic, simple, simple
Basic, basic, simple, simple
Basic, basic, simple, simple
Basic, basic, simple, simple
Basic, you don't have the basics.
You don't have the basics
You don't have the basics
You don't have the basics
Basic, simple, you don't have the basics
Basic, simple, you don't have the basics
Basic, simple, you don't have the basics
Basic, simple, you don't have the basics
Basic, simple, you don't have the basics
Basic, basic, simple, simple
Basic, basic, simple, simple
Basic, basic, simple, simple
Basic, basic, simple, simple
Basic, you don't have the basics.
1st Panel
Dice: ... -and I crashed at like 4am.
2nd Panel
Me: Stop talking for a sec and give me a glare?
3rd Panel
Me: You look like a rapist, Dice! LOL, a 13 year old rapist.
4th Panel
Dice: ... A 13 year o- WUUUUUT??? .. C'moooon...
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Morocco/Western Sahara
Women’s Rights
The new constitution guarantees equality for women, “while respecting the provisions of the Constitution, and the laws and permanent characteristics of the Kingdom.” Major reforms to the Family Code in 2004 raised the age of marriage from 15 to 18 and improved women’s rights in divorce and child custody. However, the new code preserved discriminatory provisions with regards to inheritance and the right of husbands to unilaterally divorce their wives.
On March 10, 16-year-old Amina Filali apparently took her own life after enduring beatings from her husband, according to her family. Filali’s parents, who live near Larache, northern Morocco, had filed a complaint in 2011 stating that their daughter’s future husband had raped her; later they petitioned the court successfully to allow the two to marry. The case focused attention on article 475 of the penal code, which provides a prison term for a person who “abducts or deceives” a minor, but prevents the prosecutor from charging him if he then marries the minor. That clause, say women’s rights activists, effectively allows rapists to escape prosecution.
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Everything within me turns rapist
Everything turns saint
The spit and the blood
And your longing for god
Have lost all meaning now
And I offered myself to the night
In a spray of blossoms red and white
And I took my seat among the depraved
Like a choir boy
Like a returning faith
A race of demons
A race of thieves
Is asking for shelter
Is waiting for me
For we love to betray
In bursts of grief and laughter
For we servants must answer
The call of the blood today
Does that make you sufficient unto yourself?
Der Brandtaucher
---Rome
(Der Wolfsmantel is coming soon)
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Prominent in our local news these days is the case of a man dubbed the Balcony Rapist. He was put away 20 years ago after a string of sex crimes so horrendous he was banned outright from ever living in the province of Ontario. Now he's out of prison, having served his full term... and having staunchly refused any treatment (setting aside for now the debate over whether such proclivities can, in fact, be treated).
So now he's living in Surrey BC and folks are absolutely outraged. And... while I have a certain amount of compassion for their predicament... I'm getting kind of tired of their whining. Yesterday's newscasts featured tape of various parents freaaaakkkkking out because the man was seen walking in an area near a school.
Last night, we had 'live, on the scene reports' from a demonstration outside the home of the man's sister, with whom he lives. The newscasters tried to pump it up, as usual, but there were only two or three people milling around. It was actually kind of sad.
We've also been treated to tape of middle aged women crying hysterically, demanding the death penalty for sex offenders. And the mayor of Surrey high-horsing it about how such things as this man who's served his time must not be permitted in her community.
Personally, I wish these people would get a grip. With all the non-stop media coverage, the Balcony Rapist is probably the most recognizable man in the area these days. And known dangers (I'm sorry to have to say it) are among the easiest to avoid.
This guy did his damage at a time when no one knew who he was. He sneaked up into women's apartments via their balconies during the night. What are the odds that a guy with this history is gonna jump someone on the street? Or snatch a child? (He has always preyed on adult women, but I guess little children are much more attractive things to hold up as objects of danger when the media want to whip up even more of this kind of hysteria.)
I say... if you're gonna be afraid... fear the things you don't yet know are dangerous.
Where known dangers lurk, take precautions.
Lock your doors at night. Close your windows. Walk the other way when you see an infamous sex offender in the mall or on the street or whatever.
But don't go making up imaginary crimes ('Adult women will be too hard for him to get, so he's going to turn to children,' a woman said on the news last night) and don't keep demanding that the guy be sent somewhere else. His massive public visibility is probably the greatest protection his neighbours could ask for.
As for those cries for the death penalty... let them ring out. Let them be debated. Let them be considered as part of public policy. And if it's the will of the people to kill sex offenders... well, so be it.
For now, though, we have no such penalty. And yes, what this man has done is terrible and vile. And yes, he may reoffend. So let's keep an eye on him and act sensibly. But let's not... in the grips of mass hysteria... forget that there are many other, very real dangers in everyday life. And no one's safety can ever be completely guaranteed. And I'm willing to bet that the next heinous crime committed in Surrey is committed... not by this man, but by someone we've never even heard of. Because, in my experience, that's how life works. When you're busy scanning the horizon for tornadoes, you don't see the flood waters rising to your neck.
MORTON. aka Justin Morton.
Child Rapist.
Chemically castrated. Never to be released.
Former Catholic priest, his activities brought to an end when the he forgot to swap out the Rohypnol laced communion wine that he’d use on his choirboy victims during a regular church service.
'In the shadow of the cross let me hide,
There the Savior for my sins bled and died;
There the precious, cleansing fount
Flows so free from Calv’ry’s mount,
In the shadow of the cross let me hide.
Refrain:
In the shadow of the cross I will rest,
For with everlasting peace I am blest;
Here I dwell in love unknown,
Streaming down from heaven’s throne,
In the shadow of the cross I will rest.'
~ 'In the Shadow of the Cross' by William J. Henry
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~ www.intellihub.com/many-christians-are-leaving-the-milita...
~ www.intellihub.com/it-begins-liberals-and-lgbt-activists-...
~ www.dcclothesline.com/2015/09/23/liberal-media-outlet-cal...
~ www.disillusionedbeyondrepair.com/why-im-not-an-atheist
~ www.workingpreacher.org/craft.aspx?post=4670
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Obama: Kenyan
LeBron James: dumb
Don Lemon: dumb
Maxine Waters: low IQ
black countries: shitholes
black athletes: SOBs
Black tenants: unwelcome
Black workers: lazy
Central Park 5: guilty
Mexicans: rapists
Muslims: terrorists
Indians: fake
Nazis: very fine people
- Keith Boykin, CNN Commentator
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plus one in comments. lolol i just liked the sunflare.
BURST OF INSPIRATION EXPLODED IN ME TODAY.
so um.. yes i am alive and well.
thank you all for your kind words on my last photo, they helped me more than you know and i cannot thank you guys enough. i love you guys so so so so so so so so so so so so much. :'D
sooooooo last time i checked it was like june.
now its august.
AUGUST.
what.
really.
and school starts in 3 days.
haaahahahaah shoot me.
jookes,
im actually kinda looking forward to it, but i dont want summer to end. YOU KNOW THOSE MIXED FEELINGS YOU HAVE ABOUT SCHOOL STARTING? its happening now.
i am starting highschool. freshmeat. snap.
surprisingly, im not all that scared. ive technically already have been going to school since july 25th for marching band, so im already comfortable with the school and my surroundings and the people. YAY. and we had orientation yesterday and my teachers are super cool and i know you guys care so much about this so ill go on ;)
BASICALLY, here is what i have in mind in terms of flickkrr when school starts
ill try to upload once a week at least, and update you guys about everything. i check my flickr mail every 2 days at least so if you want to keep in touch better flickr mail me :) a lot of you guys already do and i love each and every flickr mail <3 lovelovelovelove them. i know it takes me a while to respond at times but i promise i answer every single one. unless its from a rapist. then no.
and i just wanted to let you guys know that i love you with all my heart and soul and beyond and i would jump in front of a grizzly bear for you. or a train. or a deranged buffalo. I L O V E Y O U.
ps, i would love to thank you guys for my last 2 explores and my 40,000+ photostream views. thaaaannkkyouuuussoooooooffreeaakinnggmuuccchh.
i have a surprise in store for you guys.
KEEP A LOOKOOUUT.
pps sorry for my old wrinkly dry wrist skin.
ppps explored what. a;sldkfja;df thank you guys so much. aaaahh :'D
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Happiness.Is.You. / © All rights reserved
Acrylic on canvas ~ 14' x 18'
This painting was originally intended as a 'study' for a larger more involved and detailed painting. One I've been commissioned to create. I've decided to continue my series of paintings which began with my commission entitled 'EPITAPH' www.vomitus.com/museum/NewVmmPages/epitaph.html
My 'Epitaph' series of paintings concern my trepidation and anger over the changes I have seen, and see coming, in our world.
I need to express the horror I feel as I watch our planet become a garbage dump. I must express my disgust of those people who, in spite of power and money, choose to make this situation worse rather than better. I paint my dismay, as I watch our rights as citizens steadily erode in the name of 'safety'. I need to express my fear, (real or manufactured) of looming destruction by war, weather, crime or disease.
It seems to me that the planet itself has turned on us because WE have made ourselves its enemy.
In the short time that I have lived, I have seen SO MANY beautiful natural things destroyed through foolishness, ignorance and avarice.
Everyone with a TV knows that GLOBAL WARMING is real. Even the a-holes who have tried to deny it for decades, (all the time knowing the truth) have been forced to acknowledge it now. Our world is getting sicker faster than anyone wanted to think.
These paintings are my small attempt to make people think about what is happening. I'm not sure we can stop it.
We are on the brink of a world without hope of recuperation. This could be the beginning of the end of the human species. OH YES, I know, You've heard this ALL before, right? … Don't be so fast to dismiss the possibility. Not when the greatest minds of living generations are saying the same thing.
Life has already ended for thousands of species. The end of more living things than has occurred since the mass extinctions of the dinosaurs, 200 million years ago, (http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2001/05/0510_massex.html). These extinctions are ON OUR HANDS. In many cases, these are not extinctions, these are GENOCIDE'S!
How does this happen? One example; Why would an Amazonian subsistence farmer be concerned about the 'genocide of species' he commits by burning down a plot in a rain forest when his family is starving? WHAT WOULD YOU DO in his shoes? Would you let your family die so that the Western world could have new cancer drugs?
Until all people realize that we are connected, I don't see how we can last indefinitely.
The human population continues to grow at an alarming rate. We hit the first ONE BILLION PEOPLE in the mid 1800's. (19th Century) Now, just over 100 years later, we are at 6.5 BILLION. By 2050, some estimates show human population at 9 BILLION. THINK ABOUT THAT! These 'BILLIONS' are mostly people living in poverty. What can they do to make the world livable for you or your children? … NOTHING.
The EARTH has been compared to a living thing, called GAIA ~ (http://www.webcom.com/gaia/) I agree that it does act much like a living thing. It seems to me that the Earth will continue to do what it can to rid itself of THE HUMAN VIRUS. The Earth will continue to struggle against our onslaught, the way a human body will call upon antibodies to fight off a disease.
Based on what I have heard, read and seen, there will continue to be an increase in Earthquakes, Floods, Cyclones and Hurricanes. Extreme weather conditions. This is being caused by GLOBAL WARMING. If you have not read Al Gore's book: 'THE ASSULT ON REASON' You should. Or at least see the movie. He IS our rightful president, after all. And while you are at it, watch the movie 'ZEITGEIST': www.zeitgeistmovie.com/ (FREE)
I feel like yelling; 'HEY! The f-ing ice caps are melting! WAKE UP!' Doesn't that scare the sh-t out of you?!
New diseases are developing and mutating. A.I.D.S. is the NUMBER ONE KILLER in Africa. The MRSA infection now kills more people in the US than A.I.D.S. I have never seen so much CANCER … and it seems like every other person over 70 has DEMENTIA of some kind! (Alzheimer's) IT DID NOT USED TO BE LIKE THIS!
Wars continue to rage. Genocide continues to be practiced. Muslim Terrorists plan to kill the infidels, while we western terrorists continue to try to kill them. Religion against religion. OUR GOD IS THE ONLY GOD! KILL IN THE NAME OF CHRIST, ALLAH, BUDDAH, SATAN!
The 'HAVE-NOTS' are murdered by the thousands. No one cares.
What the FU-K, man?!?
By the way, Did you know that male penises are growing shorter and shorter with each new generation? Did you know that the Amphibians are disappearing from the Earth? Did you know that it rains human fecal matter in Mexico City? (it evaporates up from open sewers and then rains back down on the people)
I was lucky to be born when I was. I have enjoyed all the fruits of the Earth. And I am now leaving the young my sh-t and garbage. Thank you VERY much! …'Please clean it up now, won't you?'
The media is going to tell you not to worry. OKAY, It's a problem … Nothing 'we' can't handle. 'No worries mate' … 'CHEERS!' … and in the same breath, they point out THE LOOMING RECESSION, THE INCREASING MURDER AND CRIME RATE, IMPENDING TERRORIST ATTACKS, RAPISTS ON THE LOOSE, DRUGS IN THE WATER SUPPLY, CRACK ON THE CORNER, DIMINISHING IQ RATES … But hey, It's all 'okay, as long as you don't venture out of your prescribed comfort zone.
They want you to believe that everything outside your 'comfort zone' is VIOLENT and DANGEROUS! … However, if you just stay home and do your job and do AS THEY TELL YOU, everything will be just FINE!
They want you GOOD AND SCARED! We live in a society of FEAR. If 'THEY' keep us afraid, then we are easier to control. (SEE; 'THE CULTURE OF FEAR' by Barry Glassner)
Here's what I think: The 'media' is controlled by MONEY. Money is controlled by those who would take what is left of the worlds resources and hoard them for themselves and their kin. These are the guys who wield their power to control what you see, hear, and read … ultimately what YOU THINK.
It is their mission to make you STUPID with the NEW OPIUM of entertainment. They don't want you thinking or trying to do anything about ANYTHING that might make them share what's left of the 'GOOD STUFF'. They want you to shut up and do as they tell you to do. They want to ENSLAVE you. And in a few generations - THEY WILL.
'Entertainment' is the 'NEW RELIGION'. It is the new 'OPIUM OF THE MASSES' And we are being BOMBARDED with a new 'BLITZKRIEG' of CRAP tailored made by psychiatrists, psychologists and Propaganda Masters who are working for the media moguls, who are working for the government, who are working for the global corporations. The global corporations run the world, and they want YOU stupid, satisfied and pliable.
PLEASE NOTE: People who you and I have never heard of DESIGN OUR LIVES for us.
This massive BLITZ of brainless crap on TV. 'THE MOMENT OF TRUTH', 'SURVIVOR', 'BIG BROTHER' 'PRISON BREAK' 'LOST' 'DIRT' 'WEEDS' 'HEROS' 'AMERICAN IDOL' are intended to brain wash YOU. (I watch too!) They want you TO LIVE IN A DREAM WORLD. They want you to NOT TO GIVE A CRAP about Global warming or War or Pollution.
They can take our rights away one by one using the excuse that they are trying to PROTECT YOU. Crimes are exaggerated ALL out of proportion. We fear to walk the streets. We lock your doors and hide in our living room watching the TV. We are RATS IN A CAGE. ALL WE WANT is to be left alone so we can enjoy your favorite show in peace!
Your life is worth less and less. There is almost no 'MIDDLE CLASS' left . What will be left when the middle class is completely gone will be The HAVES, and the HAVE NOTS. Their attitude is, 'I've got mine ass-ole, so F-CK YOU!'
And speaking of the 'HAVES & HAVE NOTS': Would you welcome the new 'INFO CHIP'? Available soon in your neighborhood will be the 'WONDER CHIP' A tiny chip which contains all your vital information and can locate you anywhere in the world!
This is a chip that can be implanted under your skin that would hold all your important health information, enable you or your children to be tracked in an accident using GPS, … and contain all your financial and bank records so you could shop without cash or credit cards! Does that sound great!?
If your answer is 'YES, That sounds like an interesting idea' … YOU SHOULD THINK AGAIN CAREFULLY.
When enough people accept this new technology, all others will eventually be forced to do the same. (Sort of like credit cards, but WAY more imperative) When most people use the chip, the people who control that chip will control you. They will control your financial info and be able to find you. If they want, they can 'disconnect' you from everyone else. They can disconnect you from your money, accidentally or deliberately. Think about that.
Don't take my word for any of this. FIND OUT. Check it out. THINK ABOUT IT.
I'm like most other people. I would prefer to simply 'live my life' and let 'the other guy' worry about all this global warming crap, war, mind control and overpopulation stuff. Unfortunately, if you are under 40 years old … you WILL be directly effected by what is to come. Your rights and freedoms will go south for the nuclear winter. Your standard of living will be slowly but constantly eroded. One day you wake up part of a third world community living as slave labor within a 'FIRST WORLD UNITED CORPORATION', owned and operated by the greedy vampires who hold on to the remaining wealth and power of the planet.
My series of paintings will reflect my feelings and ideas. It's the best I can do for now. If I can make a few people sit up and think about it, my existence is almost justified. ~ RS Connett 3/8/2008
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I'm not a rapist, honest!
For 366 and FGR. Thank God for you FGR, I'm running out of ideas *fast*.
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NEW DELHI – 31 JULY 2011
Slut Walk Delhi 2011 arthaat Besharmi Morcha , was hosted today in the Capital. The protest was of a ‘different kind’. It was initiated by a some college students, who drew the attention of the common man by copying the west. And thanks to the social networking site facebook , they were able to gather more and more supporters from all age groups. Until today, however, it looked like the ultimate aim was to have as many members possible and garner the maximum number of “likes”. Trying hard to spread the word, some young moderators of the event page , instead of educating those with a differing opinion, didn’t mind getting abusive. Slowly, the idea turned into a campaign and the private sector
(UTV Bindaas and Radio Mirchi in this case) too, cashed on the event by sponsoring this protest.
Finally, the D-day arrived and I’d repeat myself: It was different. The photographers and media persons outnumbered the participants. Maybe because they wanted to see if the Slut Walk here, will copy the west in all its aspects. Sadly, no skin show! Spoon-fed slogans and speeches from youngsters, was all one could hear. Performances by Delhi Drum Circle and Asmita theatre group , however, brought the required relief.
I attended the event, and saw it all, but a string of questions kept running through my mind, faster than the sweat drops running down my body on this hot day. I wondered how many of those who attended, would now have a different mindset, a different pair of eyeballs through which a woman would not be scanned as always. And then I thought, ‘All the slogan-shouting that happened today is no news to an eve teaser or a rapist, they know it all, so will this eventually help?’ And if the answer to this is “No”, then what?
But then I’m not all that negative. I’m glad at least someone initiated a thought. A thought that may not be able to achieve everything that it intended, but at least it created some buzz, involving a group of youngsters and sponsors (for whom it was a business for outdoor publicity) and media (for which it was just the news).
Now, comfortably seated at my workstation and looking at the images I shot (the crowd, their placards, those questions), I’m left wondering again….what next?
Location: Jantar Mantar, New Delhi , India
Read more about Slut walk worldwide and image used in Toronto Life Magazine
Photo: Zabeeh Afaque
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There is a chilling story in Livy, the ancient historian of Old Rome. It is of King Tarquin the Proud of pre-republican Rome and his son Sextus, the infamous rapist of Lucretia (on whose suicidal blood the Republic was founded). King Tarquin could not subdue the Latium city of Gabii some 20 km east of Rome. Through trickery his son, Sextus, mastered the town. He sent a messenger to his father to ask him for instructions. Instead of uttering any, the King went into his garden and swung around his cane, beheading the tallest poppies in its reach. The perplexed messenger returning to Sextus without a letter told him of his father's action. Sextus knew instantly what was meant, and he had the most prominent citizens of Gabii immediately beheaded.
The poppies here reminded me of this story and of many other tragedies; e.g. those of all the young men who lost their lives in Flander's Fields ('where poppies blow...', the red, paper-thin variety), of the horrific nature of the Afghan War... and so much more.
It was at Palm Springs, California, that on this bright spring day, I saw these wonderfully large, pastel-colored flowers. I hardly rejoiced in the face of the Sad Duty that called me suddenly and unexpectedly away; and my thoughts turned to the morbid sides of history...
Yet the day was bright and the sky blue, and maybe a promise in the air. Where I was going no poppies yet, but I could put down a soft rose on a freshly sodded plot.
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Raining, thunder and dark when we arrived. Only to find a light on in the hall and a really creepy atmosphere here. On euro tour with Sean and Neil for 3 days of mayhem and a grand total of 8 hours sleep. Taking in some old and new sites and showing them some of what is out there as it was their first time. Also made time to meet up with the SPEXS crew.
There are gruesome rumours about the owner of this house. In the 18th Century the lowlands of Belgium and The Netherlands were confronted with gangs of hoodlums, rapists and satanists who called themselves the 'Bokkenrijders'. These medievil criminals terrorized the people and left a trail of destruction in these countries. This man was fed up and swore to wipe out all of the 'Bokkenrijders', in which he succeeded. Stories go that in the basement of his house he had rings attached to the walls where he locked up the criminals and starved them to death. Those who were not brought to the basement were hung. The hanging was often done in public and therefor the people were very frightened of him.
After the 'Bokkenrijders' were no more he turned his aggression to the people around him. This got so worse that he was banned by the community. But even after he left, the terror this man has brought took ages to be forgotten...
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At was the intention to visit an abandoned church this morning, but that seemed to be closed again. As I only had a morning's time to explore we quickly drove to Maison Clerckx so at least we did not have to return home without any pictures. And it was well worth it!
There are gruesome rumours about the owner of this house, Mr. Clerckx. In the 18th Century the lowlands of Belgium and The Netherlands were confronted with gangs of hoodlums, rapists and satanists who called themselves the 'Bokkenrijders'. These medievil criminals terrorized the people and left a trail of destruction in these countries. This man, Mr. Clerckx was fed up and swore to wipe out all of the 'Bokkenrijders', in which he succeeded. Stories go that in the basement of his house he had rings attached to the walls where he locked up the criminals and starved them to death. Those who were not brought to the basement were hung. The hanging was often done in public and therefor the people were very frightened of Mr. Clerckx.
After the 'Bokkenrijders' were no more he turned his aggression to the people around him. This got so worse that he was banned by the community. But even after he left, the terror this man has brought took ages to be forgotten...
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German postcard by Ross Verlag, nr. A 3206/1, 1941-1944. Photo: Tobis.
German stage and film actor Albrecht Schoenhals (1888-1978) was predestined by his charming and elegant appearance for high society characters and urbane lovers. In 1942 he refused to play Jud Süss and during the rest of the war years he had to work under difficult circumstances.
Albrecht Schoenhals was born in Freiburg as the son of an English mother and a German father. He received a musical education and was also trained as a singer. In 1914 he volunteered for the military and just before the end of the First World War he sustained a slight wound. After the war he took acting lessons from actor Eduard von Winterstein and in 1920 he made his debut at the Stadttheater Freiburg. In 1934 he made his successful film debut with a double role in the romance Fürst Woronzeff (1934, Arthur Robison) opposite Brigitte Helm. More roles for the charming and elegant actor followed. He played opposite the major divas of the German cinema in films like April, April (1935, Detlef / Douglas Sirk) opposite Carola Höhn, Einer zuviel an Bord (1935, Gerhard Lamprecht) with Lída Baarová, Die Kreutzersonate (1937, Veit Harlan) with Lil Dagover, Tango Notturno (1937, Fritz Kirchhoff) opposite silent film legend Pola Negri, Die Frau ohne Vergangenheit (1939) with Sybille Schmitz, and Angelika (1940, Jürgen von Alten) with Olga Tschechowa. His appearance predestined him for high society characters and urbane lovers, but in the crime film Mazurka (1935, Willi Forst) he played a rapist who is finally shot by one of his victims, played by Pola Negri.
In 1940 Albrecht Schoenhals refused to accept the title role in the hate film Jud Süss. The role was finally interpreted by Ferdinand Marian. Since then Schoenhals only got film offers under difficult circumstances. He was forced to appear in the propaganda film Kopf hoch, Johannes! (1941, Viktor de Kowa) with Dorothea Wieck. He appeared again on stage and went on tour with his wife, actress Anneliese Born. After the war he could go on from his earlier success and appeared in films like Man spielt nicht mit der Liebe (1949, Hans Deppe) mit Lil Dagover, Illusion in Moll (1952, Rudolf Jugert) with Hildegard Knef and Sybille Schmitz, Bildnis einer Unbekannten (1954, Helmut Käutner) with Ruth Leuwerik, and Scotland Yard jagt Dr. Mabuse (1963, Paul May). In 1965 he was awarded the Filmband in Gold and in 1967 the Bundesverdienstkreuz for his work in the German cinema. In 1969 he made his last film appearance in Visconti's masterpiece Die Verdammten / La caduta degli dei / The Damned (1969, Luchino Visconti). He played Joachim von Essenbeck, the pater familias of a powerful and wealthy family whose downfall both parallels the rise and foreshadows the fall of the Third Reich. In 1978, Albrecht Schoenhals died at the age of 90.
Sources: Wikipedia, Thomas Staedeli and IMDb.
New relic of Bleesed Pierina Morosini(a small fragment of scarf which she wore the day of her martyrdom, soaked in her blood) . Many thanks to God for this precious relic of Blessed Morosini ,
Blessed Pierina Morosini was born on January 7th, 1931, in Albino, Italy; one of eight children born into a poor family. From an early age she aspired to become a nun, but postponed her religious vocation to help her parents in raising her younger siblings. So the meantime she strengthened her spiritual life with daily Mass and diligent prayers, and moved by her deep love of God, she made a private vow of virginity with her confessor’s permission.
While attending to her duties at home, Pierina also found time to serve her parish as a catechist and she organized charitable collections for the poor and in support of local seminarians. In 1947, she attended the Beatification of Maria Goretti, the young Martyr of Purity who is now a Saint of the Church. Pierina was so impressed by the young martyr’s sacrifice that she told her companions, “It would be a great happiness for me to die like Maria Goretti.” To which her friends responded with, “If you die as she did, we promise to come to your Beatification.” It was a promise made in jest that later turned out to be highly prophetic.
As the pressing financial needs of the Morosini family grew, it became necessary for Pierina to seek employment in a nearby textile factory. Her supreme personal test of faith came on April 4th, 1957, while she was walking home from work. She was assaulted by a would-be rapist, and in her determination to preserve her virtue, she fought back and was severely beaten by her assailant. She was found by one of her brothers who came looking for her after she failed to arrive home. He asked her about the attacker, but Pierina could only point to her head, disfigured by deep wounds; next to her was the apparent attack weapon - a large bloody stone. The innocent victim slipped into unconsciousness and lingered for two days before dying from her injuries; Pierina never identified her killer.
A shrine-memorial at the
site of Pierina's attack
When news broke of Pierina’s tragic death, her neighbors immediately acclaimed her a “new” Maria Goretti; another virginal soul who had sacrificed her life to preserve her innocence. The community already had deep respect for Pierina because of her sincere piety, and now their admiration for her increased and the place of her attack quickly becoming a place of pilgrimage after miraculous cures and other graces were reported by those who prayed at the site. Growing popular devotion prompted the Church to open her Cause for Canonization, which reached the Beatification stage in October 1987. As seeming confirmation of her holiness, Pierina’s body was unearthed – mysteriously incorrupt – during the ritual examination of her relics;
A Reflection:
“Go on your way. Behold, I am sending you out like lambs among wolves.” ~ Words of Our Lord (Luke 10:3)
A Short Prayer:
Lord, guide our steps away from evil and protect us from those who seek to lead us astray from your grace. Amen.
'my lover stole my girlfriend'
'i keep beating up my ex'
'i want to kill my neighbour'
'my daughter's selling sex'
'my s/m lover hurt me'
'my girl became a man'
'i love my daughter's rapist
'my life's gone down the pan'
what a show, oh what a show
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Raining, thunder and dark when we arrived. Only to find a light on in the hall and a really creepy atmosphere here. On euro tour with Sean and Neil for 3 days of mayhem and a grand total of 8 hours sleep. Taking in some old and new sites and showing them some of what is out there as it was their first time. Also made time to meet up with the SPEXS crew.
There are gruesome rumours about the owner of this house. In the 18th Century the lowlands of Belgium and The Netherlands were confronted with gangs of hoodlums, rapists and satanists who called themselves the 'Bokkenrijders'. These medievil criminals terrorized the people and left a trail of destruction in these countries. This man was fed up and swore to wipe out all of the 'Bokkenrijders', in which he succeeded. Stories go that in the basement of his house he had rings attached to the walls where he locked up the criminals and starved them to death. Those who were not brought to the basement were hung. The hanging was often done in public and therefor the people were very frightened of him.
After the 'Bokkenrijders' were no more he turned his aggression to the people around him. This got so worse that he was banned by the community. But even after he left, the terror this man has brought took ages to be forgotten...
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the eventual metaphor that torbakhopper developed for life was the exploding dahlia in space.
he believed it was as relevant as any. like our own lives, the painting series was one of joy, discovery, expansion and three dimensionality.
scott richard had proposed in 2003 that instead of using square light blocks to formulate pixelation through one light system, if we used the square format but instead of adjusting light values as on or off in tones, the pixel could pulse if we used rotating stars (in the form of revolving triangles) as one light system being played through another light system based on spinning circles.
the colors going through the other colored layer will emanate and vibrate. the results would produce a greater sense of three dimensional viewing.
since this concept was hard for others to understand, he has been painting it ever since.
we're still using the single light platform in our technology, but the art of liquid painting was an emergent extension of this desire to represent breaking the pixel.
liquid painting, as such, refers specifically to works of painted art which are not complete and undergo significant enough transformation to never be the same again -- hence, the liquid part of the title, liquid painting.
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an essay from 2014:
the ability to choose and arrange the rainbow's spectrum can be transformed into an intellectual motif -- the rainbow of consciousness and the explosion of the individual within the whole.
all of us are born into this social contract of humanity. we don't have any choice about this. we are raised and reared within the boundaries of these social contracts.
currently, in this part of the world, there is a loosening of the moral and religious hold on sexuality and the range of the human heart's ability to be bigger than the limited and challenging gender roles of the past.
both sexes, men and women, are starting to understand themselves inside a much greater context and understanding than we think the past afforded.
it is just one of the outgrowths of a materialized capitalistic system of social contracting.
with moving imagery and invisible worlds now firmly entrenched across the country, the powerful syndrome of 'the emperor who wore no clothes' can take full effect.
in the original tale, the narrative stops short on the exclamation of a small girl child who says, 'but, mommy, he's not wearing any clothes!'
and of course, the moral right and the rigid uptight sexual judgers all come down on the period with their verdict -- which really is that the emperor has been cheated and defrauded in front of everyone.
but we already know of this lesson.
so perhaps we really should be asking where our true naked leaders are -- not the one who got cheated and defrauded and paraded in front of his subjects by clever tailors. we should be asking where our naked leaders of greatness and awesomeness and full human glory might be.
we really should be considering the idea that our leaders shouldn't need to be covered up in metaphorical or physical buffers and boundaries.
but our leaders are weapons manufacturers and drug dealers and pornographers.
our leaders spread disease and pestilence and cause wars in other countries.
our leaders are not rainbow warriors. they are gold and diamond collectors. they use time and drugs to rule and reign. they use entertainment and news to delight and bemuse.
we are the fire children.
we love our energy.
but we don't worship the sun like we used to in the alleged past.
we worship ourselves.
and this worship of the self is the exploding RAINBOW dahlia.
we are these dahlias floating through space. and each of us explode one day.
-- arbiters for the will of torbakhopper
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now, a newer essay that's also old already:
the forever man & why netflix should buy my version of ALDOUS HUXLEY's BRAVE NEW WORLD series ™ & some thoughts on why a PARENTLESS world would be the next step toward a better future & HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! i hope you're happy and free -- scott richard
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one of the great myths in the NEO american empire of the misled is 'the forever man'.
this myth is literally crammed down the throats of the tiniest children in much the same way that people shove cornmeal down the throats of ducks and geese and cows to make them taste sweeter while killing them softly, lol.
the princess syndrome is so out of control now that any sense of an actual republic is long gone.
but 'the forever man' myth hasn't changed.
young children are still taught that they must become parents, and i think we all know that parenting is one of the most BASIC TOOLS that the usurers can use to create loan debt. parenting is a very thankless job as well, so you get debt slavery and sht hours and there's that baby that you can't get rid of... or maybe you like your kid. lucky kid!!! but even though you like that kid, you will NOT be there in every moment and they will be neglected and abandoned to fate. so pray that your little one becomes a real princess or a true knight.
i'm not sure what the male dynamic is because little boys are so weaponized to create hostility that they always go for the swords and the guns to wreak havoc. nice work, parents!!!! way to create fake gender separation. pat yourself on the back for that one.
but we all got stuck with the breakage and wreckage of the 'love that never dies' obligation to seek and find. i was oppressed by it as a child. it actually seemed like the coolest thing about the western dogma from religion -- faith and love and unionizing.
of course, my strange and 'briefly but permanently' mangled childhood proves how easy it is to destroy a child in really a mere matter of seconds. way to go, mom!!!
so naturally i have been weirdly taken with aldous huxley's beautiful utopian dream that does not actually take place in his bitter and sad criticism of 'the jews' (not to be confused with the jewish people in the same way that radical islamists are not a reflection of true path of the muslim journey -- i note this because anti-semitism at that time in europe post wwi was at an all time high with printing criticism and outrage. anti-semitism was like a genre in a modern day bookstore it was so popular and had so many writings. picture that cowboy western section and the science fiction section and then the anti-semetic section.), fascist/idealistic germans and the north american noble savage.
all of that was a bitter pill for me. i literally was physically ill through sections of the book. it was a visceral experience that went beyond reading. it was an education.
but on the sidelines of the book was this curtain that had been pulled back on monumental ideas. it was like we were on the willy wonka factory tour and we're in that massive cathedral of candy with an eternally churning chocolate fountain that sucks up agustus gloop and swooshes him away. and right at the moment every single person on the tour starts to formulate the actual 'dangers' involved in this strange sugary fantasyscape.
but i was ready for the camera to ditch the sugarland phenomenon. i wanted to see where augustus gloop had gone and just how deep did this playland of machinery and artificial replication go. i was ready for a different kind of tour of the factory. talk about a psychotic dystopia...
plus, in huxley's world, the glimpses that we get are very grown up and cool. they are not the childlike entrapping of a story for kids.
it's older, it's stabilized.
people of all people get along as one through class separatism. and a history of fulfillment through separation.
we are told that each caste is trained to be content with their occupation in life and some are even dumbed down with alcohol in the birthing jars.
and this was an inceptive vision of the dawning corporate heirarchy/caste system of order/need.
we are starting to experience its arrival.
but in the novel, these were birth classes.
everyone was born into their position.
further, these 'corporatized classes' were arranged with the 'controllers' and/or philosopher kings at the top and the class system below it with the alphas at the top of the class system. the alphas were all male and they were NOT clones. the betas are the female member of the caste which the alphas belong to in the novel and are NOT clones.
but all the other caste systems were bred and manufactured to maintain different aspects of the system's needs. they were all clones.
throughout the novel huxley continuously promotes the virtues of the THREE FOUNDATIONS for a great society:
identity, community, stability
and huxley presented ideas that blatantly/openly stated how evil it was to separate kids from self discovery and liberty and that by not allowing them to explore each others bodies and touch one another we were creating a repressed/suppressed curiosity that would grow like a monster inside the child -- a childish expression that is encouraged through taboo.
and that's pretty bold philosophy.
further, and logically, he presented a society that wasn't afraid of children never having parents but rather, cherished the idea of each one growing up protected and looked over by people who loved their job of caring for little ones and they didn't abuse them or prohibit the kids from discovery themselves.
and each one was genetically crafted and modified to fit perfectly into their role within the greater whole. this was the utopia. the novel, however, skitters all over the place like a drunken car crash. the passengers are not reflective of the society. instead they are are a TRINITY list of the 'unusual suspects', the 'anti-society types' through no real fault of their own, the anomalies, those who didn't fit in -- as explored through the sexual relationships of one woman. she bangs all of them.
which is weird because you never hear anyone talk about that. so my version™ would put her into the HERO BOX™ of the what used to be called a PROTAGONIST -- see how lost we are?!??! a hero and a protagonist are not the same thing. and a soldier and a hero are not the same thing. unless you literally change the meaning of the word. a hero is someone who accomplishes a series of strange feats/tasks or labors. a soldier is someone who is willing to kill in exchange for commodities/livelihood.
take it up with the dictionary. i'm not making this up.
anyway, the 'star' of this series™ is not a hero because there is no such thing as heroes in BRAVE NEW WORLD.
the mantra of IDENTITY, COMMUNITY, STABILITY is so deep that the society requires no heroes, no vigilantes, no protectorates, no nuclear arms.
and it would be the same story but it would be seen through her world and the experiences she was having simultaneously during the novel. like the film about jesus' younger brother Agape who was away at college when jesus was a killed™ and the netflix film series™ would dive away from the very tiny blip of interest huxley's novel provides.
not that it isn't a great novel, it's just that huxley was an intellectual surgeon and his storytelling feels very sterile, but the magnificent visions of the future that he is able to relay through description and attention to detail is brilliant even if it's not the best writing.
and it is this world that is the skeleton of his novel. and the skeleton needs to be studied.
he's given us the foundations and he's created his own maps and he's acutely aware of the beauty of the new mexican landscape and topography.
so instantly we know he's got a crush on the noble savage whereas, personally, i'm more interested in hanging out with a beta and seeing what her best expectations are like in this fantastical land™. and the story was kind of about a beta in a very backward kind of way. and it was also about two types of failed alphas and then a hippie jesus guy from the 'reservations'.
but the novel does some time skipping and the tour doesn't really take us much further than that disturbing garden that the the tour creeps up on.
aldous kind of magically skips from age four to the adults, so that's a bit too fast on the timeline for me -- where's the COMMUNITY?!?!?! he picks up on this concept later in his book ISLAND -- but i still kind of agree with him that really little kids should be allowed to discover each other physically and without the judgement parents impose and overimpose so fast. we are mistaken in sexualizing this curiosity. we make it rapey. we use our adult minds to be like 'OH!!! RAPE, my baby's a rapist', or 'oh no, that little baby boy played with another little boy'.
aldous suggested that this form of exploration was essential to humans understanding and experiencing themselves EARLY ON without the sexual element being present or worse, present and mature. further, that this exploration would lead toward a differnt developmental attitude which would in turn allow a society to bypass future rape and sexual misconduct breaches.
but his ideas were too radical for people in his time.
they still are.
considering what a powerful novel it is, when it was written and the brilliant ideas that are tossed around like a juggler who is bouncing balls and torches and chain saws of the walls of a racquetball court while teaching you squash at the same time, it doesn't get much play.
he was, after all, such a BRIT who had been notoriously kicked out of his social life circle in england for writing hilarious tell-all novels about the people closest to him. so they'd given him the outcast card and he'd fled (as fast as a mostly blind man with a lesbian wife can flee) to new mexico in the post wwi era, near the future site of the u.s. secret city/laboratory, los alamos.
and from there, hollywood by 1932, i think.
what a great story he lived as well, not just tripping out on acid as he died, but also his first wife hunting beautiful women for the two of them to share, and the screenplays, the vast library of single print editions by other famous poets and playwrights and novelists sent to him for his approval. and then his second wife, the beautiful violinist who escape that terrible canyon fire that obliterated all those never-to-be-written-again books, all those manuscripts, all those precious writings that vanished beneath the terrible heat. and she, taking only her Stradivarius, walking out knowing everything would burn. letting go. giving it up to the fire.
forever people.
we wish.
but there is no forever man.
there is no living jesus.
all things die.
and true love is more like paying attnention.
like that nun says in 'lady bird'.
true love isn't sexual.
true love may not even know itself.
true love might just be paying attention and feeling joy?
the joy of paying attention.
and i know how much we all long to feel joy when paying attention. and in an age of POST-DISTRACTION awakenings, isn't it time you told your daughters that marriage is an OPTION. that having kids is an OPTION. that giving up your life to fulfill some fake darwinian NONSENSE is an OPTION.
but so is living your own life and having no one else that you've created. and so is fighting for new models of PROCREATION that don't involve failing parents, parents that never wanted kids and people who can't afford kids.
parents are most often the worst thing about kids.
so don't be afraid to tell your kids that you failed and how.
maybe they even remember it and have blamed themselves.
and if all you can give your son is a gun or a truck or a logic game, you're definitely part of the problem. it's vastly unfair to use gender foolishness to masculinize a child. it distorts the idea of masculinity like a mental disorder in the same manner that physical sexual abuse destroys young children. they are both attacks against the child's being.
we do our best to protect kids against the predators of the body, but we do very little protect our children from the predators of the mind and the consumer usurers who are taking the kids earlier and earlier.
who knows, maybe one day the movie of the book will be made.
we live in a perfect time for it to just skip straight away from the book and into the BRAVE NEW WORLD right after the visitors on the tour see where the little kids are intermingling without any kind of ADULT IMPOSED intrusions.
the great thing about the BRAVE NEW WORLD was that the rapey issue had been addressed and fully considered. the society was developed around the understandings of sexual co-mingling without parentalizing adults.
since most of humanity ALLEGEDLY has a very low intellectual focus & MOST people don't actively seek to better and improve their intelligence -- this is not my fact, it's how 'they' talk about the 99%ers -- it is easy to distract the general populace with 'material gain' greed games and after life myths and unfulfillable promises like the forever man.
even now, fully ready to fall asleep again after being 'awake' for so fking long, even now i still want the person i thought of to be my forever man.
i want him so bad.
but he was never that man in real life.
he was never the fake version of him that was presented.
and that's what kills me the most.
i supported the lies without knowing it.
i felt misled and bushwacked.
not victimized,
just super aware that i had participated in the set-up and had no grounds for complaint. i spent my liberty and freedom of time and it was gone. and he felt stronger and freer (which is good and i'm glad of that).
but in the process we burned through each other and the lies and the falsehoods and the deceptions and the weaknesses all became exposed and destroyed in the fire.
he was never the forever man in the first place.
and that's the rub. the forever man isn't a person.
there is no forever man.
in that moment the forever man became a concept for me, a trap that so many others fall into as well.
and then we fall out of it.
a lot of people return to it, but that's usually because they can't see the permanent break.
so now, suddenly, there was this permanent break and it was known to both of us.
granted, at first i found this confusing.
naively, i had always assumed the permanent break was already there. didn't everyone know this intuitively?
i hadn't realize that this wasn't a universal understanding.
but, i only say this because i learned it from people who are born alone. they say it over and over again.
i was born a twin and i don't think that the 'born alone' perspective is 'all there is' as much as it is 'all that most people have access to, therefore'...
but i learned about the 'permanent break' from people born alone. twins are generally super optimistic. and i'm guessing on this because i can imagine a family that takes joy in their twins and understands that they might be a little different. my parents made a permanent break with me. an unrecoverable intentional break.
and then, through a long process of hop-scotch education through the west coast public and private christian schools in north and south california, voila! aware of humans and how they formulate their kindnesses and their goodnesses.
so when i heard about the permanent break thing AT THIS STAGE IN THE GAME, i was a bit taken about. it was one of those horrible realizations where your mind goes all bird's eye view and geomapping and speeds through all manner of timelines and conjugations and starts the 'murder board' with the new thread.
you can visually see the wasted time as chunks of LIFE.
tetris LIFE chunks filled with remembrances just 'disappearing' the value of memories instantly. a radical cross-platform devaluation of emotional assets. worse than zero. worse than no memories at all.
and that's when you realize that a rug has been pulled out from under you and your grand designs. it's the dreadfulness of false manifestations, the celebrants of what you thought was genuine were really bound up in a bottomless sadness and a burning flame with their own downward spiral dance.
it's that startling and irreversible moment when you realize that your eyes and your heart and the assurances of another had been used quite shamelessly to proliferate a bizarre and untrue fantasy.
and worse, it was TRULY the revelation that i had wanted but not with a ghost!!!
not with a dancing apparition!
not the hollow man!!!
oh fk, not the hollow man!!
and so now i'm doomed to still want the forever man that i had created with my expectations and then with my desires and then was slowly filleted by...
or maybe it was more like the sides of my neck were slashed open to make gills. because i do feel lucky.
the charade could have taken longer and bigger chunks of my life. and i had a great time in the delusion and i liked working for a relationship.
sometimes the process of aging is a vinting metaphor and sometimes it's a venting metaphor. sometimes it's all about the air and the breath.
either way, it wasn't my first relationship and it gave me an opportunity to see whether or not relationshipping was even in accordance with my nature and liberty. could i be happy without unionizing?
and the answer is yes.
or, at least, it's a great position to be in.
there is a freedom to participate in life that comes from being a part of it without being forced to protect offspring and develop those kinds of natural enmities against your 'greatest predator', men. that's a lovely start to things.
almost as fun as the fake 'virigin' girl claiming it's god's baby.
or worse, everyone forgetting that 'god's baby' meant bastard offspring.
whatever, it doesn't matter, i feel lucky to have had a forever man and to be able to write a more complicated story of 'royal romance' than the childish ones we tell other people's children and even our own children.
the corporatized children's engineering factories are already in their late pre-testing phases.
BUT, a bit of forewarning to those who would be wise when it matters, i was punished for my childish expectations. i lost everything i gave. and i lost the time it took to give it. there was no reward. no dividends. no happy ever after. it was just business in the end.
and the whole time i had believed my eyes and my ears and listened and had tried to hold up the 'we'.
but it was hard. there was permanent breakage from the start, not the end.
he was full of grief and loss.
he was too needy.
but i thought he was consciously aware of all these things.
so when we were dating, i thought he knew about the permanent break. he was so far away from everybody.
he was deep in the valley of the permanent break trying to find his way to sea-level.
like a crushed flashcard on the side of the road in death valley.
in that there was the permanent break.
we were choosing to try to have a relationship despite the permanent break that existed between people.
he had come to me and plied me with the tale of his sister's suicide. he pulled me into his sorrow spiral because i had told him several months before she killed herself that he should come out to her. she was a lesbian and felt entirely alone in the world and i begged him to reach out to her and share with her that he was gay.
but he didn't.
he had this way of never doing anything i suggested and then blaming me later about 'advice' that he would get when he had come back to ask for 'advice' after not doing what i had suggested after being asked.
it was all a bit dislocating for me
and i give him credit for being clear and levelheaded about it in the end, but he couldn't undo the damage that i was doing to myself for being such a fking fool.
no version of 'sorry, i used you' or 'let's be friends' would ever replace the amount of time he took from my life while the veneer of his 'forever man' status diminished in front of me until finally it occurred to me to ask him on the phone one day, long after we'd broken up if his current boyfriend was okay with these calls. i asked because it had also dawned on me that he'd specifically asked me to give him a call and do check-ins every couple of weeks, 'are you allowed to talk to me? is your man okay with that?'
and he admitted that they had agreed that he wouldn't call me. at which point i was like, 'oh, i see, so this is like cheating. great, gotta go, man. i just wish you'd be honest. and free. you know that's what i always wanted for you. i told you that over and over.'
and we've never connected since.
such a drag.
and this is the danger of relationships.
you can lose years of your life, but even more important, you can lose WINDOWS of your life.
the years are just time, but the windows are specific ages where wonderful and amazing things can happen that cannot happen during other windows of your life.
besides, relationships TAX you.
they TRULY add surcharges and time-penalties to your existence. there will no end of speed bumps and dependency is anti-liberty at its core, so the struggle to be free cannot be achieved unless all parties of the relationship are unionized.
and that's business contracting, which is an artifice.
grammatically speaking, relationships are duty bound and come with obligatory submissions of personal liberty.
who'd sign up for that?
as if that isn't enough, relationships will steal your experiences and replace them SHARED memories. and on the surface this sounds great. but that depends on the how the shared memories end up affecting the relationship.
shared memories are indeed precious and the best ones are the ones that you cherish. but after a separation, the best memories are the ones that work as triggers for your sorrow or anger or grief or devastation. the best memories become the worst.
i knew a woman in grad school who had come out as a lesbian. her name was ceebs. and she was a quirky writer with an irish background and we we're both from san diego where her dad had been police chief or something along those lines. and she'd grown up repressing a lot of stuff. i'd done the same thing until i decided that living a lie was so ordinary and that NO ONE in the whole history of western writing had ever said, 'just be a liar. lie to everybody. tell them what they want to hear. then lie about that later.'
she used to often say that the thing you really liked about a person and were drawn to about them would become the thing you ended up resenting them for and perhaps even disliking about them.
so it sucks if you hear a bunch of lies up front and then they unravel around you to become the thing you end up resenting. that's a tough one. and the irony is that lying never ends. it just keeps reinventing itself.
on the other hand, in total fairness, ALL western literature has been littered with the ruins of people's lies and the horrible effect that lying had on so many people's lives. and not inadvertently, heaven becomes this place where the lies are all put back together in front of you.
contemporary christianity became so zealous it started to formulate this notion (an entirely post-television & televangelistic fantasy) about how you'd stand in judgement and your entire life would be played back to you.
and you thought andy warhol's film 'SLEEP' was long and boring:
'John Giorno has said Warhol asked him to star in Sleep over Memorial Day Weekend in 1963, when the two retreated to the countryside and Warhol spent the night watching Giorno sleep. “I looked over and there was Andy in the bed next to me, his head propped up on his arm, wide-eyed from speed, looking at me,” Giorno later relayed. '
born a twin, i think my big one wish would be that i DO get to this illusory JUDGEMENT ZONE where god and his posse replay my life to see if i was good enough to get in the the party called heaven.
but, typical me, i could give a sht about the party called heaven. i want access to my unknown life.
i want to watch my birth and everything after like a fking drone camera that i can move around and zoom in or rewind.
i want to see what happened to me when i was left unattended.
i want to see the things i already have been told happened and then re-lied to about it.
i have the cobwebs of all these weird myths that humans create in order to justify PARENTHOOD.
we don't need parents.
science and the bible have proven that parents are unnecessary and obsolete.
unfortunately pedophiles and religious structures/foundations/corporations and 'neo colonist governments' will want to self-protect against this accord.
they want you debt-enslaved with college loans, home loans, bundled family plan phones and car loans.
but that won't pay for the loans after the entire shipping and distributing INTERCONTINENTAL economy lays off all the drivers and starts running AUTOKAR in a color-coded lane that only AUTOKAR (pilotless vehicle) can use.
that's a lot of truckers nationwide all hopped on speed and suddenly without jobs??
is this part of the MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN strategy?
shall we name that condition/state right now?
maybe we could call it THE AUTOKAR METH SHADOW.
so keep your eyes open.
maybe it will never, ever, ever, ever happen.
or, give that 'new utopia glimpse' a try.
read huxley's book BRAVE NEW WORLD.
it's a deeply fascinating look into miranda's query:
'O, wonder!
How many goodly creatures are there here!
How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world,
That has such people in't! (5.1.215-218)
--- the tempest
happy birthday.
i hope you're free and happy.
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Party Party!
Me & my friend, Oker decorated/wrecked/whatever this gaff with KR (Krink) for some trendy party in Shoreditch.. But that aint the point of this post. The truth is 'The party's over'.. I've just come from court & Oker has been sentenced to 24months (2 years) in prison.. Ceres, Bice & G-Money also received similar or slightly lesser sentences. A 5th person got a suspended sentence & fine (For a much smaller amount of damage)
You'll no doubt read in the papers tomorrow that.. 'Prosecutors described this 'graffiti conspiracy' as possibly the biggest they've ever dealt with' (well they would wouldn't they) . .In truth the lies & bullshit they threw at the judge during sentencing were quite disgraceful. He claimed not to have been influenced by some of it but clearly was. Let's be honest, a legal system that allows such nonsense is not one to be applauded.. After sentencing, the crown prosecution encouraged the judge to personally commend the senior investigating Police officer in the case (I wont name him because this isn't a 'personal' attack) But! It should be noted that the judge was 'prompted' to deliver this commendation & didn't decide to do so 'of his own accord'. Quite how the prosecuting police officer can also be the so called 'expert witness' in the same trial defies all logic. One would persume 'impartiality' would be a prerequisit (fuck knows how you spell that) to being 'an expert' in a trial/court case. You'd expect countries with 'kangaroo' court systems like North Korea to have such loopholes in their laws, but a country that prides itself on having a legal system that they claim is 'revered around the world' should take a good look at itself. Or to quote one of the geezers from The Wire... 'Look how far we done fell'.
Anyway! Once again the British legal system has proved itself to be a bastion of tokenism & vindictiveness when it comes to sub-cultural crimes or things it chooses not to understand. Sex offenders, the supporters of mass terrorism & rapists are treated more leniently in this country than graffti writers or (for example) football hooligans, video game pirates or ticket touts....
It's sad that these fellas will miss Christmas with their families & a large chunk of next year but it's even more sad the joke of a country we're living in.
Hasta la victoria siempre.
an essay from 2014:
the ability to choose and arrange the rainbow's spectrum can be transformed into an intellectual motif -- the rainbow of consciousness and the explosion of the individual within the whole.
all of us are born into this social contract of humanity. we don't have any choice about this. we are raised and reared within the boundaries of these social contracts.
currently, in this part of the world, there is a loosening of the moral and religious hold on sexuality and the range of the human heart's ability to be bigger than the limited and challenging gender roles of the past.
both sexes, men and women, are starting to understand themselves inside a much greater context and understanding than we think the past afforded.
it is just one of the outgrowths of a materialized capitalistic system of social contracting.
with moving imagery and invisible worlds now firmly entrenched across the country, the powerful syndrome of 'the emperor who wore no clothes' can take full effect.
in the original tale, the narrative stops short on the exclamation of a small girl child who says, 'but, mommy, he's not wearing any clothes!'
and of course, the moral right and the rigid uptight sexual judgers all come down on the period with their verdict -- which really is that the emperor has been cheated and defrauded in front of everyone.
but we already know of this lesson.
so perhaps we really should be asking where our true naked leaders are -- not the one who got cheated and defrauded and paraded in front of his subjects by clever tailors. we should be asking where our naked leaders of greatness and awesomeness and full human glory might be.
we really should be considering the idea that our leaders shouldn't need to be covered up in metaphorical or physical buffers and boundaries.
but our leaders are weapons manufacturers and drug dealers and pornographers.
our leaders spread disease and pestilence and cause wars in other countries.
our leaders are not rainbow warriors. they are gold and diamond collectors. they use time and drugs to rule and reign. they use entertainment and news to delight and bemuse.
we are the fire children.
we love our energy.
but we don't worship the sun like we used to in the alleged past.
we worship ourselves.
and this worship of the self is the exploding RAINBOW dahlia.
we are these dahlias floating through space. and each of us explode one day.
-- arbiters for the will of torbakhopper
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now, a newer essay that's also old already:
the forever man & why netflix should buy my version of ALDOUS HUXLEY's BRAVE NEW WORLD series ™ & some thoughts on why a PARENTLESS world would be the next step toward a better future & HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! i hope you're happy and free -- scott richard
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one of the great myths in the NEO american empire of the misled is 'the forever man'.
this myth is literally crammed down the throats of the tiniest children in much the same way that people shove cornmeal down the throats of ducks and geese and cows to make them taste sweeter while killing them softly, lol.
the princess syndrome is so out of control now that any sense of an actual republic is long gone.
but 'the forever man' myth hasn't changed.
young children are still taught that they must become parents, and i think we all know that parenting is one of the most BASIC TOOLS that the usurers can use to create loan debt. parenting is a very thankless job as well, so you get debt slavery and sht hours and there's that baby that you can't get rid of... or maybe you like your kid. lucky kid!!! but even though you like that kid, you will NOT be there in every moment and they will be neglected and abandoned to fate. so pray that your little one becomes a real princess or a true knight.
i'm not sure what the male dynamic is because little boys are so weaponized to create hostility that they always go for the swords and the guns to wreak havoc. nice work, parents!!!! way to create fake gender separation. pat yourself on the back for that one.
but we all got stuck with the breakage and wreckage of the 'love that never dies' obligation to seek and find. i was oppressed by it as a child. it actually seemed like the coolest thing about the western dogma from religion -- faith and love and unionizing.
of course, my strange and 'briefly but permanently' mangled childhood proves how easy it is to destroy a child in really a mere matter of seconds. way to go, mom!!!
so naturally i have been weirdly taken with aldous huxley's beautiful utopian dream that does not actually take place in his bitter and sad criticism of 'the jews' (not to be confused with the jewish people in the same way that radical islamists are not a reflection of true path of the muslim journey -- i note this because anti-semitism at that time in europe post wwi was at an all time high with printing criticism and outrage. anti-semitism was like a genre in a modern day bookstore it was so popular and had so many writings. picture that cowboy western section and the science fiction section and then the anti-semetic section.), fascist/idealistic germans and the north american noble savage.
all of that was a bitter pill for me. i literally was physically ill through sections of the book. it was a visceral experience that went beyond reading. it was an education.
but on the sidelines of the book was this curtain that had been pulled back on monumental ideas. it was like we were on the willy wonka factory tour and we're in that massive cathedral of candy with an eternally churning chocolate fountain that sucks up agustus gloop and swooshes him away. and right at the moment every single person on the tour starts to formulate the actual 'dangers' involved in this strange sugary fantasyscape.
but i was ready for the camera to ditch the sugarland phenomenon. i wanted to see where augustus gloop had gone and just how deep did this playland of machinery and artificial replication go. i was ready for a different kind of tour of the factory. talk about a psychotic dystopia...
plus, in huxley's world, the glimpses that we get are very grown up and cool. they are not the childlike entrapping of a story for kids.
it's older, it's stabilized.
people of all people get along as one through class separatism. and a history of fulfillment through separation.
we are told that each caste is trained to be content with their occupation in life and some are even dumbed down with alcohol in the birthing jars.
and this was an inceptive vision of the dawning corporate heirarchy/caste system of order/need.
we are starting to experience its arrival.
but in the novel, these were birth classes.
everyone was born into their position.
further, these 'corporatized classes' were arranged with the 'controllers' and/or philosopher kings at the top and the class system below it with the alphas at the top of the class system. the alphas were all male and they were NOT clones. the betas are the female member of the caste which the alphas belong to in the novel and are NOT clones.
but all the other caste systems were bred and manufactured to maintain different aspects of the system's needs. they were all clones.
throughout the novel huxley continuously promotes the virtues of the THREE FOUNDATIONS for a great society:
identity, community, stability
and huxley presented ideas that blatantly/openly stated how evil it was to separate kids from self discovery and liberty and that by not allowing them to explore each others bodies and touch one another we were creating a repressed/suppressed curiosity that would grow like a monster inside the child -- a childish expression that is encouraged through taboo.
and that's pretty bold philosophy.
further, and logically, he presented a society that wasn't afraid of children never having parents but rather, cherished the idea of each one growing up protected and looked over by people who loved their job of caring for little ones and they didn't abuse them or prohibit the kids from discovery themselves.
and each one was genetically crafted and modified to fit perfectly into their role within the greater whole. this was the utopia. the novel, however, skitters all over the place like a drunken car crash. the passengers are not reflective of the society. instead they are are a TRINITY list of the 'unusual suspects', the 'anti-society types' through no real fault of their own, the anomalies, those who didn't fit in -- as explored through the sexual relationships of one woman. she bangs all of them.
which is weird because you never hear anyone talk about that. so my version™ would put her into the HERO BOX™ of the what used to be called a PROTAGONIST -- see how lost we are?!??! a hero and a protagonist are not the same thing. and a soldier and a hero are not the same thing. unless you literally change the meaning of the word. a hero is someone who accomplishes a series of strange feats/tasks or labors. a soldier is someone who is willing to kill in exchange for commodities/livelihood.
take it up with the dictionary. i'm not making this up.
anyway, the 'star' of this series™ is not a hero because there is no such thing as heroes in BRAVE NEW WORLD.
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the mantra of IDENTITY, COMMUNITY, STABILITY is so deep that the society requires no heroes, no vigilantes, no protectorates, no nuclear arms.
and it would be the same story but it would be seen through her world and the experiences she was having simultaneously during the novel. like the film about jesus' younger brother Agape who was away at college when jesus was a killed™ and the netflix film series™ would dive away from the very tiny blip of interest huxley's novel provides.
not that it isn't a great novel, it's just that huxley was an intellectual surgeon and his storytelling feels very sterile, but the magnificent visions of the future that he is able to relay through description and attention to detail is brilliant even if it's not the best writing.
and it is this world that is the skeleton of his novel. and the skeleton needs to be studied.
he's given us the foundations and he's created his own maps and he's acutely aware of the beauty of the new mexican landscape and topography.
so instantly we know he's got a crush on the noble savage whereas, personally, i'm more interested in hanging out with a beta and seeing what her best expectations are like in this fantastical land™. and the story was kind of about a beta in a very backward kind of way. and it was also about two types of failed alphas and then a hippie jesus guy from the 'reservations'.
but the novel does some time skipping and the tour doesn't really take us much further than that disturbing garden that the the tour creeps up on.
aldous kind of magically skips from age four to the adults, so that's a bit too fast on the timeline for me -- where's the COMMUNITY?!?!?! he picks up on this concept later in his book ISLAND -- but i still kind of agree with him that really little kids should be allowed to discover each other physically and without the judgement parents impose and overimpose so fast. we are mistaken in sexualizing this curiosity. we make it rapey. we use our adult minds to be like 'OH!!! RAPE, my baby's a rapist', or 'oh no, that little baby boy played with another little boy'.
aldous suggested that this form of exploration was essential to humans understanding and experiencing themselves EARLY ON without the sexual element being present or worse, present and mature. further, that this exploration would lead toward a differnt developmental attitude which would in turn allow a society to bypass future rape and sexual misconduct breaches.
but his ideas were too radical for people in his time.
they still are.
considering what a powerful novel it is, when it was written and the brilliant ideas that are tossed around like a juggler who is bouncing balls and torches and chain saws of the walls of a racquetball court while teaching you squash at the same time, it doesn't get much play.
he was, after all, such a BRIT who had been notoriously kicked out of his social life circle in england for writing hilarious tell-all novels about the people closest to him. so they'd given him the outcast card and he'd fled (as fast as a mostly blind man with a lesbian wife can flee) to new mexico in the post wwi era, near the future site of the u.s. secret city/laboratory, los alamos.
and from there, hollywood by 1932, i think.
what a great story he lived as well, not just tripping out on acid as he died, but also his first wife hunting beautiful women for the two of them to share, and the screenplays, the vast library of single print editions by other famous poets and playwrights and novelists sent to him for his approval. and then his second wife, the beautiful violinist who escape that terrible canyon fire that obliterated all those never-to-be-written-again books, all those manuscripts, all those precious writings that vanished beneath the terrible heat. and she, taking only her Stradivarius, walking out knowing everything would burn. letting go. giving it up to the fire.
forever people.
we wish.
but there is no forever man.
there is no living jesus.
all things die.
and true love is more like paying attnention.
like that nun says in 'lady bird'.
true love isn't sexual.
true love may not even know itself.
true love might just be paying attention and feeling joy?
the joy of paying attention.
and i know how much we all long to feel joy when paying attention. and in an age of POST-DISTRACTION awakenings, isn't it time you told your daughters that marriage is an OPTION. that having kids is an OPTION. that giving up your life to fulfill some fake darwinian NONSENSE is an OPTION.
but so is living your own life and having no one else that you've created. and so is fighting for new models of PROCREATION that don't involve failing parents, parents that never wanted kids and people who can't afford kids.
parents are most often the worst thing about kids.
so don't be afraid to tell your kids that you failed and how.
maybe they even remember it and have blamed themselves.
and if all you can give your son is a gun or a truck or a logic game, you're definitely part of the problem. it's vastly unfair to use gender foolishness to masculinize a child. it distorts the idea of masculinity like a mental disorder in the same manner that physical sexual abuse destroys young children. they are both attacks against the child's being.
we do our best to protect kids against the predators of the body, but we do very little protect our children from the predators of the mind and the consumer usurers who are taking the kids earlier and earlier.
who knows, maybe one day the movie of the book will be made.
we live in a perfect time for it to just skip straight away from the book and into the BRAVE NEW WORLD right after the visitors on the tour see where the little kids are intermingling without any kind of ADULT IMPOSED intrusions.
the great thing about the BRAVE NEW WORLD was that the rapey issue had been addressed and fully considered. the society was developed around the understandings of sexual co-mingling without parentalizing adults.
since most of humanity ALLEGEDLY has a very low intellectual focus & MOST people don't actively seek to better and improve their intelligence -- this is not my fact, it's how 'they' talk about the 99%ers -- it is easy to distract the general populace with 'material gain' greed games and after life myths and unfulfillable promises like the forever man.
even now, fully ready to fall asleep again after being 'awake' for so fking long, even now i still want the person i thought of to be my forever man.
i want him so bad.
but he was never that man in real life.
he was never the fake version of him that was presented.
and that's what kills me the most.
i supported the lies without knowing it.
i felt misled and bushwacked.
not victimized,
just super aware that i had participated in the set-up and had no grounds for complaint. i spent my liberty and freedom of time and it was gone. and he felt stronger and freer (which is good and i'm glad of that).
but in the process we burned through each other and the lies and the falsehoods and the deceptions and the weaknesses all became exposed and destroyed in the fire.
he was never the forever man in the first place.
and that's the rub. the forever man isn't a person.
there is no forever man.
in that moment the forever man became a concept for me, a trap that so many others fall into as well.
and then we fall out of it.
a lot of people return to it, but that's usually because they can't see the permanent break.
so now, suddenly, there was this permanent break and it was known to both of us.
granted, at first i found this confusing.
naively, i had always assumed the permanent break was already there. didn't everyone know this intuitively?
i hadn't realize that this wasn't a universal understanding.
but, i only say this because i learned it from people who are born alone. they say it over and over again.
i was born a twin and i don't think that the 'born alone' perspective is 'all there is' as much as it is 'all that most people have access to, therefore'...
but i learned about the 'permanent break' from people born alone. twins are generally super optimistic. and i'm guessing on this because i can imagine a family that takes joy in their twins and understands that they might be a little different. my parents made a permanent break with me. an unrecoverable intentional break.
and then, through a long process of hop-scotch education through the west coast public and private christian schools in north and south california, voila! aware of humans and how they formulate their kindnesses and their goodnesses.
so when i heard about the permanent break thing AT THIS STAGE IN THE GAME, i was a bit taken about. it was one of those horrible realizations where your mind goes all bird's eye view and geomapping and speeds through all manner of timelines and conjugations and starts the 'murder board' with the new thread.
you can visually see the wasted time as chunks of LIFE.
tetris LIFE chunks filled with remembrances just 'disappearing' the value of memories instantly. a radical cross-platform devaluation of emotional assets. worse than zero. worse than no memories at all.
and that's when you realize that a rug has been pulled out from under you and your grand designs. it's the dreadfulness of false manifestations, the celebrants of what you thought was genuine were really bound up in a bottomless sadness and a burning flame with their own downward spiral dance.
it's that startling and irreversible moment when you realize that your eyes and your heart and the assurances of another had been used quite shamelessly to proliferate a bizarre and untrue fantasy.
and worse, it was TRULY the revelation that i had wanted but not with a ghost!!!
not with a dancing apparition!
not the hollow man!!!
oh fk, not the hollow man!!
and so now i'm doomed to still want the forever man that i had created with my expectations and then with my desires and then was slowly filleted by...
or maybe it was more like the sides of my neck were slashed open to make gills. because i do feel lucky.
the charade could have taken longer and bigger chunks of my life. and i had a great time in the delusion and i liked working for a relationship.
sometimes the process of aging is a vinting metaphor and sometimes it's a venting metaphor. sometimes it's all about the air and the breath.
either way, it wasn't my first relationship and it gave me an opportunity to see whether or not relationshipping was even in accordance with my nature and liberty. could i be happy without unionizing?
and the answer is yes.
or, at least, it's a great position to be in.
there is a freedom to participate in life that comes from being a part of it without being forced to protect offspring and develop those kinds of natural enmities against your 'greatest predator', men. that's a lovely start to things.
almost as fun as the fake 'virigin' girl claiming it's god's baby.
or worse, everyone forgetting that 'god's baby' meant bastard offspring.
whatever, it doesn't matter, i feel lucky to have had a forever man and to be able to write a more complicated story of 'royal romance' than the childish ones we tell other people's children and even our own children.
the corporatized children's engineering factories are already in their late pre-testing phases.
BUT, a bit of forewarning to those who would be wise when it matters, i was punished for my childish expectations. i lost everything i gave. and i lost the time it took to give it. there was no reward. no dividends. no happy ever after. it was just business in the end.
and the whole time i had believed my eyes and my ears and listened and had tried to hold up the 'we'.
but it was hard. there was permanent breakage from the start, not the end.
he was full of grief and loss.
he was too needy.
but i thought he was consciously aware of all these things.
so when we were dating, i thought he knew about the permanent break. he was so far away from everybody.
he was deep in the valley of the permanent break trying to find his way to sea-level.
like a crushed flashcard on the side of the road in death valley.
in that there was the permanent break.
we were choosing to try to have a relationship despite the permanent break that existed between people.
he had come to me and plied me with the tale of his sister's suicide. he pulled me into his sorrow spiral because i had told him several months before she killed herself that he should come out to her. she was a lesbian and felt entirely alone in the world and i begged him to reach out to her and share with her that he was gay.
but he didn't.
he had this way of never doing anything i suggested and then blaming me later about 'advice' that he would get when he had come back to ask for 'advice' after not doing what i had suggested after being asked.
it was all a bit dislocating for me
and i give him credit for being clear and levelheaded about it in the end, but he couldn't undo the damage that i was doing to myself for being such a fking fool.
no version of 'sorry, i used you' or 'let's be friends' would ever replace the amount of time he took from my life while the veneer of his 'forever man' status diminished in front of me until finally it occurred to me to ask him on the phone one day, long after we'd broken up if his current boyfriend was okay with these calls. i asked because it had also dawned on me that he'd specifically asked me to give him a call and do check-ins every couple of weeks, 'are you allowed to talk to me? is your man okay with that?'
and he admitted that they had agreed that he wouldn't call me. at which point i was like, 'oh, i see, so this is like cheating. great, gotta go, man. i just wish you'd be honest. and free. you know that's what i always wanted for you. i told you that over and over.'
and we've never connected since.
such a drag.
and this is the danger of relationships.
you can lose years of your life, but even more important, you can lose WINDOWS of your life.
the years are just time, but the windows are specific ages where wonderful and amazing things can happen that cannot happen during other windows of your life.
besides, relationships TAX you.
they TRULY add surcharges and time-penalties to your existence. there will no end of speed bumps and dependency is anti-liberty at its core, so the struggle to be free cannot be achieved unless all parties of the relationship are unionized.
and that's business contracting, which is an artifice.
grammatically speaking, relationships are duty bound and come with obligatory submissions of personal liberty.
who'd sign up for that?
as if that isn't enough, relationships will steal your experiences and replace them SHARED memories. and on the surface this sounds great. but that depends on the how the shared memories end up affecting the relationship.
shared memories are indeed precious and the best ones are the ones that you cherish. but after a separation, the best memories are the ones that work as triggers for your sorrow or anger or grief or devastation. the best memories become the worst.
i knew a woman in grad school who had come out as a lesbian. her name was ceebs. and she was a quirky writer with an irish background and we we're both from san diego where her dad had been police chief or something along those lines. and she'd grown up repressing a lot of stuff. i'd done the same thing until i decided that living a lie was so ordinary and that NO ONE in the whole history of western writing had ever said, 'just be a liar. lie to everybody. tell them what they want to hear. then lie about that later.'
she used to often say that the thing you really liked about a person and were drawn to about them would become the thing you ended up resenting them for and perhaps even disliking about them.
so it sucks if you hear a bunch of lies up front and then they unravel around you to become the thing you end up resenting. that's a tough one. and the irony is that lying never ends. it just keeps reinventing itself.
on the other hand, in total fairness, ALL western literature has been littered with the ruins of people's lies and the horrible effect that lying had on so many people's lives. and not inadvertently, heaven becomes this place where the lies are all put back together in front of you.
contemporary christianity became so zealous it started to formulate this notion (an entirely post-television & televangelistic fantasy) about how you'd stand in judgement and your entire life would be played back to you.
and you thought andy warhol's film 'SLEEP' was long and boring:
'John Giorno has said Warhol asked him to star in Sleep over Memorial Day Weekend in 1963, when the two retreated to the countryside and Warhol spent the night watching Giorno sleep. “I looked over and there was Andy in the bed next to me, his head propped up on his arm, wide-eyed from speed, looking at me,” Giorno later relayed. '
born a twin, i think my big one wish would be that i DO get to this illusory JUDGEMENT ZONE where god and his posse replay my life to see if i was good enough to get in the the party called heaven.
but, typical me, i could give a sht about the party called heaven. i want access to my unknown life.
i want to watch my birth and everything after like a fking drone camera that i can move around and zoom in or rewind.
i want to see what happened to me when i was left unattended.
i want to see the things i already have been told happened and then re-lied to about it.
i have the cobwebs of all these weird myths that humans create in order to justify PARENTHOOD.
we don't need parents.
science and the bible have proven that parents are unnecessary and obsolete.
unfortunately pedophiles and religious structures/foundations/corporations and 'neo colonist governments' will want to self-protect against this accord.
they want you debt-enslaved with college loans, home loans, bundled family plan phones and car loans.
but that won't pay for the loans after the entire shipping and distributing INTERCONTINENTAL economy lays off all the drivers and starts running AUTOKAR in a color-coded lane that only AUTOKAR (pilotless vehicle) can use.
that's a lot of truckers nationwide all hopped on speed and suddenly without jobs??
is this part of the MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN strategy?
shall we name that condition/state right now?
maybe we could call it THE AUTOKAR METH SHADOW.
so keep your eyes open.
maybe it will never, ever, ever, ever happen.
or, give that 'new utopia glimpse' a try.
read huxley's book BRAVE NEW WORLD.
it's a deeply fascinating look into miranda's query:
'O, wonder!
How many goodly creatures are there here!
How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world,
That has such people in't! (5.1.215-218)
--- the tempest
happy birthday.
i hope you're free and happy.
Well into the 19th century, prisons in England were simply ‘holding tanks’ where men, women and children were crowded together in rough dormitory-style conditions. No attempt was made to separate murderers, rapists and hardened criminals from petty thieves and first offenders. Prison conditions were deplorable and little attempt was made to put prisoners to useful work.
During the 1840’s this began to change. In 1842 the Pentonville Prison opened in London. The notion behind it was that men would be reformed with a regime built around the maintenance of silence, isolation, work and religious instruction. Each prisoner was isolated in his own separate cell and was to maintain silence at all time, having no contact with other prisoners. It was the first of the English ‘Separate System’ correctional facilities and served as the model for the Separate Prison built at Port Arthur between 1848 and 1853.
At Port Arthur the 50 bed prison was intended to replace flogging as a means of discipline for recalcitrant repeat offenders. The notion was that it was more humane and more calculated to result in the reform of its inmates. Convicts were confined to small individual cells where they worked at tasks such as tailoring and shoe making.
Physically the prison was constructed on the model of Jeremy Bentham’s ‘panopticon’, with three wings of cells radiating from a central hall from which a warder could observe each wing without moving from his station. A forth wing of the cruciform prison—located behind the warder—contained the chapel where convicts received mandatory religious and moral instruction three times a week. But even in the chapel strict separation was observed. Each convict was placed in his own tiny cubicle that allowed him to see only the fire and brimstone preacher in front of him.
In order to further remove their identities, prisoners were referred to only by their cell numbers rather than their names and when taken to the yards for a daily hour of exercise they wore hoods (such as that on the wall) with small eye holes to prevent them having any contact with other prisoners. For breaking any of the long list of prison rules a convict could be placed in the “dark cell”, a small light-proof and sound-proof room measuring about 2 metres by 2 metres where he would experience severe sensory deprivation.
The theory behind the Separate Prison was that in silence and isolation each inmate could contemplate the error of his ways and, it was hoped, repent. In fact it drove many men insane and it is a sad irony that in 1868 the Lunatic Asylum was erected next to the Separate Prison.
The Prison suffered major damage in the bushfires of 1895 and it remained a ruin until 2008 when an extensive program of conservation began. The “A” wing and chapel have been refurbished with the goal of restoring them, in so far as possible, to their original condition.
Note: For more more photographs and additional information about Port Arthur, see my other images in this series (images 0254 to 0264).
© Irwin Reynolds, all rights reserved. If you are interested in using one of my images or would like a high quality fine art print, please send an email to [email protected].
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This was the view across Smith Street from our hotel in Brooklyn, the 5th-7th floors of the Brooklyn Detention Center (i.e. 'Jail'). It's an 815-bed maximum security jail built in 1957 for alleged criminals (such as murderers, rapists, theives and petty criminals) awaiting trial, or those serving up to 1-year sentences. Long term criminals will be transferred to other facilities.
Some people call it the 'the Atlantic Avenue Jail'.
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I murdered the bitch.
I took my fucking three-foot wrench and mowed her down.
I’m even sitting in front of her grave as she wallows in her own self-pity.
No – not really. That’s me in total theatrical fashion and my best friend “Nugget” posing like I just took a massive weapon and slaughtered her ass.
Can you imagine being a mass murderer? I mean… I’m a pretty crazy fuck. I’m artsy (I think) and I’m weird (in my own way) and go around doing my own thing.
I mean look at this photo. I’m a fucking weirdo fuckface.
But – I am not CREEPY. I cannot imagine being creepy.
Guys who are creepy are fucked. I mean those are the worst types of people to be around.
Weird – check – okay.
Stupid – check – still okay, granted they are boring, still not a threat.
Mean – check – okay I guess, just an asshole, will deal with it.
Creepy – no check – get the fuck out of dodge motherfucker.
I am lucky the whole fulltime single daddy gig I have going on takes away from the creepy factor. Chicks don’t usually dig “it”.
It – meaning – the “me being a father” part. But it at its lowest barebones fundamental presence, it does do one thing:
ERASE THE CREEPY FACTOR.
And that is HUGE for guys. I know a lot of guys that are assholes, or sluts, or dumb, or ugly, or whatever. But the one thing you just can’t be known by is this….
CREEPY.
Hahaha. Come on. In your family, you have the creepy uncle. The guy who comes around and looks at you a little “too” intense. And speaks about things like “what size bra do YOU wear now?” .. and “when I was your age, I was having sex all the time!”
Okay?
Fulltime single dad = not creepy.
Okay that’s great.
Unfortunately it also encompasses all kinds of other things, such as:
Baggage.
Kids.
Ties to bullshit.
Responsibility (which is also a good thing, depending?)
In any case, I’m not a murderer, I’m not a rapist, I’m not even an atheist (hehehe, pushing buttons here), I’m just Ryan. And I’ll end this with this:
I love you all! :--)
April 29th, 2009
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Lumajang, Jawa Timur, Indonesia.
(Image was taken at Senduro, a small mountain town at the foot of Mount Semeru in Kabupaten Lumajang; Lumajang Regency, East Java).
Musa balbisiana Colla (BBB Group) or Musa (BBB Group). Musaceae. CN: [Malay and regional vernacular names - Pisang galla, Pisang benggala, Pisang batu, Biu batu (Bali), Pisang klotok (Jawa; sharing name with Musa acuminata Colla (ABB Group) 'Pisang Awak', likely the seedy cultivar.), Kluai taanee, Kluai tani (Thai กล้วยตานี)], Balbis banana, Starchy banana, Mealy banana, Seedy banana, Wild starchy banana, Wild banana type B. A species of wild banana native to eastern South Asia, northern Southeast Asia and southern China that can grow to more than 8 m height. It is one of the progenitors of modern cultivated bananas along with Musa acuminata. The species is also the primary genetic relative of B-genome bananas for breeding purposes. The fruit is considered inedible because of the seeds they contain, and often grown for its thick leaves for wrapping food and other uses. In Indonesia, the rind of Pisang klotok is thinly sliced along with some of its interior flesh, mixed with other fruits and sauce, called rujak, and the part has the most seeds discarded. In Malaysia, except in the state of Kelantan (or perhaps other eastern states in Peninsular Malaysia), the plant is planted for its thick and resilient broad leaves and the young fruits sometimes harvested for making 'acar' (chutney). The ripe fruit is very sweet and occasionally eaten raw while the hard black seeds spat out, but most liberally swallowed.
In Thai folklore it is believed that this type of banana trees may be inhabited by a spirit, Nang Tani (นางตานี), a type of ghost (or rather a species of the ghost, since we are in the midst discussing taxonomy) related to trees that manifests itself as a young woman. Often people tie a length of colored satin cloth around the trunk of the banana tree to appease the ghost. While in the Malay culture, there were awful maniacs called Orang Minyak (Oily Man), a bunch of compulsive oily rapists prowling during the darkness of the night, naked and terrorizing beautiful maidens in villages. In order to be one, ones have to have to be a hermit, sitting cross-legged alone under a flowering banana tree in the jungle, with the mouth gaping collecting and swallowing in the process whatever fluid dripping from the banana heart until the unseen being shows its face. It may take days, weeks, even months. Perhaps, some negotiating and pleading happened, 'Hey I wanna be an Oily Man. Help me please, please. I drank all your shit that flowed along the banana heart isn't it.' The sighting of Orang Minyak has declined lately, I suppose staying dormant, but ready to strike again. So much for the digression and storytelling!
Synonym(s):
Musa × paradisiaca subsp. seminifera (Lour.) Baker
Musa x paradisiaca L. ssp. seminifera (Lour.) K. Schum.
Musa seminifera Lour.
Musa brachycarpa Back.
and many more with numerous circumscriptions among taxonomists.
Note:
The vernacular name 'Pisang batu' may also refer to other hybrids and cultivars. Phylogeny is now the methodology used for the classification of the complex Musaceae.
1. Pisang batu (Malaysia) is Musa acuminata x balbisiana Colla (ABBB Group) cv. 'Tiparot'
2. Pisang batu (Indonesia) is Musa acuminata x balbisiana Colla (ABB Group) cv. 'Bluggoe' or ?'Pisang kates'
Ref. and suggested reading:
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Musa_(genus)
Banana Cultivar Names and Synonyms in Southeast Asia. R. V. Valmayor, et. al.
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SS......MORE REASONS TO BE DISGUSTED BY THE LYING OBAMA MINISTRY OF PROPAGANDA
FORMALLY KNOWN AS 'MAINSTREAM MEDIA'
10 THINGS THE MEDIA AREN'T TELLING YOU ABOUT THE ZIMMERMAN CASE
by JOHN NOLTE 17 Jul 2013, 8:41 AM PDT 17 POST A COMMENT
In the wake of the Zimmerman not-guilty verdict, the media's outright lies, race-baiting, misinformation, shrillness, downplaying of events inconvenient to their narrative, and hysterical and dangerous stoking of racial animus, have been in fifth-gear 24/7 for going on five days now. And they are just getting started. NBC's Al Sharpton is currently arranging for 100 weekend protests in 100 cities.
Cutting through the muck to the truth is therefore New Media's job; and here are ten things the media are either ignoring or downplaying in their partisan effort to turn a loss into a win…
1. There is Zero Evidence Race was Involved In the Shooting
Early last year, as the tragic and fatal shooting of teenager Trayvon Martin was just starting to bubble up, the media falsely described George Zimmerman as 'white.' The name Zimmerman apparently fooled the media into believing they had a white versus black narrative on their hands. Once they learned Zimmerman was Hispanic, rather than change course, in order to cover up their mistake, the media put the pedal to the metal in pushing a racial angle.
This crusade, however, is anti-science. A thorough federal investigation into Zimmerman found absolutely no evidence that there was any racism in his past or in his motivations the night of the shooting.
During the trial, the prosecution did not accuse Zimmerman of having any kind of racial motive.
The one juror who has spoken out said the jury saw no evidence of a racial motivation.
The media's racial narrative is based on nothing more than partisan lies, speculation, innuendo, and a cynical alchemy conjured from nothing to enflame division and hate.
Moreover, it is reasonable to assume the media have been swarming Zimmerman's life looking for anything that might point to racism. But as of yet there have been no media reports (that weren't later debunked and retracted) reporting Zimmerman has been found to be a closet racist.
On the contrary…
2. Zimmerman's Admirable History of Being Colorblind Toward Blacks
Zimmerman's past indicates he is color blind. He has dated black women, tutored black children, once stood up for a black homeless man against the police (we're told he so desperately wants to impress), has black relatives, and voted for the first black president.
3. Zimmerman is Hispanic, Not White
Like President Obama, Zimmerman has one white parent. Quite properly, the media have never referred to Obama as 'half-black,' a 'self-described black,' or a 'white black.' Obama is black. Period.
Zimmerman, however, has been stripped of his Hispanic racial identity across almost every media outlet in America. Though he is as Hispanic as Obama is black, because it is inconvenient to the white versus black racial narrative the media are hyping, the media refuse to identify Zimmerman as a Hispanic.
A full fifteen months after the media learned they had made a mistake and that their prey was Hispanic, some in media are still referring to Zimmerman as 'white.'
Those not referring to him as white are either ignoring his racial heritage altogether, or describing him as a 'white Hispanic' or some variation of a 'self-described Hispanic.'
As far as I know, this is an unprecedented editorial decision.
Speaking of unprecedented…
4. Obama's Justice Department Has Launched a National Fishing Expedition Against Zimmerman
Probably because the reporting of such a frightening and Orwellian act of federal overreach might make look Zimmerman look sympathetic and hurt Obama, the media have apparently decided to ignore Attorney General Eric Holder's public witch hunt. The Justice Department is setting up a public tip line for Americans to 'help build a case against Zimmerman.'
In order to build a civil rights case, the government needs evidence of racism.
The federal government crowd-sourcing for evidence against a single American is both chilling and something heretofore unheard of.
5. Like Some Conservatives, President Obama Feared Violence After the Verdict
One of the false racially-charged talking points some in media are using against conservatives is that we are racist for fearing there might be violence in the wake of the verdict.
Something inconvenient to that narrative is the fact that a black, leftist American president beloved by the media also feared there would be violence in the wake of the verdict. After the verdict was announced the president released a statement that said in part:
I know this case has elicited strong passions. And in the wake of the verdict, I know those passions may be running even higher. But we are a nation of laws, and a jury has spoken. I now ask every American to respect the call for calm reflection from two parents who lost their young son.
Unfortunately for a race-baiting media, this, one of the president's better moments, has to be ignored in order to serve an artificial narrative.
Which brings me to number six…
6. There Has Been Widespread Violence After the Verdict
The fear President Obama and those 'racist' conservatives shared about the possibility of violence in the wake of the Zimmerman verdict has been vindicated.
In just a few days, Breitbart News has documented over two dozen separate acts of violence and lawlessness throughout the country.
The media are dutifully covering this widespread violence up. Yes, they report on each separate act, but always with a 'mostly peaceful' qualifier. The media also refuse to connect the dots and widen their reportorial context to show the entire picture.
One aspect of this lawless spree the racially-obsessed media adamantly refuse to report on are the reported 'hate crimes' being committed by black against whites and Hispanics.
Which brings me to…
7. Zimmerman Protesters Commit Numerous Racially-Motivated Assaults:
While the irresponsible media is inventing from whole cloth a racial narrative in the Trayvon shooting, at the same time, they are willfully ignoring actual racially-motivated assaults occurring in the wake of the verdict.
Thus far, there have been three reported hate crimes -- actual assaults -- committed by Trayvon supporters. But like the awful murders taking hundreds of black lives in Chicago, the media refuse to call national attention to these verdict-inspired hate crimes because there is no political upside in doing so. How can a liberal media call attention to the violence in Chicago when liberals and liberalism are the problem?
The same thinking holds true for these reported assaults by blacks against Hispanics and whites. To focus on reality might undermine the fabricated narrative that an innocent black teenager was stalked and murdered by a racist white man.
8. 'Stand Your Ground' Has Nothing to do With the Zimmerman Case
Other than ginning up black turnout for Obama's re-election effort in the crucial swing state of Florida and enflaming racial tensions (which solidifies the Democrat base), another partisan goal the media hopes to achieve from the Zimmerman case is to toxify the 'Stand Your Ground' laws that currently exist in 30 states.
But like the fact that Zimmerman is not white and that there is zero evidence showing race was in any way involved in his actions the night of the shooting, the media have also bumped into another inconvenient reality: 'Stand Your Ground' had nothing to do with Zimmerman's defense or acquittal.
The Zimmerman case was a simple case of self-defense:
The jury received standard instructions. Zimmerman did not invoke the Stand Your Ground provision. Zimmerman later waived his right to a pretrial immunity hearing under the Stand Your Ground procedures.
And as National Review’s Sterling Beard points out, “The only time Stand Your Ground came up during the trial proper was when a prosecution witness stated that he’d taught a class Zimmerman had attended that covered Stand Your Ground.”
Even the prosecution rejects the cynical attempt to tie Martin’s death to Stand Your Ground. Prosecutor John Guy couldn’t have made it clearer during the trial: “This case is not about standing your ground.” During their post-trial press conference, as conservative talk show host Victoria Taft first noted, a Miami Herald reporter asked the prosecution team specifically whether Stand Your Ground “affected the facts in this case and whether this case could have been won, perhaps, pre the changes in the law.”
Prosecutor Bernie De La Rionda replied: “You know, self-defense has existed for a long time. And we’ve dealt with it in Jackson for a long time.
These facts, though, have failed to stop Eric Holder or the media from pretending the complete opposite is true.
9. Rachel Jeantel Might Be Responsible for the Deadly Confrontation
An unfortunate mix of marijuana, homophobia, and a friend whispering warnings in your ear at night, could go a long towards explaining why a physical altercation occurred:
[CNN's PIERS] MORGAN: And he was freaked out by it [Zimmerman following him]?
JEANTEL: Yes. Definitely after I say may be a rapist, for every boy, for every man, every -- who's not that kind of way, seeing a grown man following them, would they be creep out?
She continued:
'And people need to understand, he didn't want that creepy ass cracker going to his father or girlfriend's house to go get -- mind you, his little brother was there. You know -- now, mind you, I told you -- I told Trayvon it might have been a rapist.'
Evidence that shows why Trayvon might have been the aggressor, though, is inconvenient to a media desperate to enflame racial tensions. Moreover, bringing the issue of homophobia into the personal narratives of Trayvon and Jeantel just can't be allowed to happen.
This bombshell has been swept under the rug just as effectively as the other nine.
10. The Florida Justice System's Leniency Towards Trayvon Led to His Death
In order to make his crime statistics look good, Police Chief Charles Hurley of the Miami-Dade School Police Department is suspected of juicing the numbers by treating outright crimes as simple disciplinary problems. As Robert Stacy McCain reports in the American Spectator, Trayvon Martin ended up being a victim of this practice.
Instead of being arrested and charged after being found with a burglary tool and 13 pieces of jewelry stolen from a house a half-mile from the school, Trayvon was suspended from school. Trayvon was also caught with marijuana:
Mac Serial Crack
Either of those incidents could have put Trayvon Martin into the custody of the juvenile justice system. However, because of Chief Hurley’s attempt to reduce the school crime statistics — according to sworn testimony, officers were “basically told to lie and falsify” reports — Martin was never arrested. And if he had been arrested, he might never have been in Sanford the night of his fatal encounter with Zimmerman.
What we have here is a case of police corruption the media have shown no interest in, even though you can connect the dots to Trayvon's tragic death.
But to report this story would mean upsetting the narrative that Trayvon was an innocent (like many of us at 17, he got in trouble) and that the only cause of his death was a racist white man protected by racist white laws (passed almost unanimously by Republicans and Democrats).
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While the simple and noble act of reporting the full truth might help to ease tensions, as racial violence breaks out across the country, the media have shown no remorse for enflaming citizens with falsehoods.
Sadly, the media have not even signaled that they might slow down.
If anything, the media are just warming up for what they seem to hope will be 'a long, hot weekend.'
an essay from 2014:
the ability to choose and arrange the rainbow's spectrum can be transformed into an intellectual motif -- the rainbow of consciousness and the explosion of the individual within the whole.
all of us are born into this social contract of humanity. we don't have any choice about this. we are raised and reared within the boundaries of these social contracts.
currently, in this part of the world, there is a loosening of the moral and religious hold on sexuality and the range of the human heart's ability to be bigger than the limited and challenging gender roles of the past.
both sexes, men and women, are starting to understand themselves inside a much greater context and understanding than we think the past afforded.
it is just one of the outgrowths of a materialized capitalistic system of social contracting.
with moving imagery and invisible worlds now firmly entrenched across the country, the powerful syndrome of 'the emperor who wore no clothes' can take full effect.
in the original tale, the narrative stops short on the exclamation of a small girl child who says, 'but, mommy, he's not wearing any clothes!'
and of course, the moral right and the rigid uptight sexual judgers all come down on the period with their verdict -- which really is that the emperor has been cheated and defrauded in front of everyone.
but we already know of this lesson.
so perhaps we really should be asking where our true naked leaders are -- not the one who got cheated and defrauded and paraded in front of his subjects by clever tailors. we should be asking where our naked leaders of greatness and awesomeness and full human glory might be.
we really should be considering the idea that our leaders shouldn't need to be covered up in metaphorical or physical buffers and boundaries.
but our leaders are weapons manufacturers and drug dealers and pornographers.
our leaders spread disease and pestilence and cause wars in other countries.
our leaders are not rainbow warriors. they are gold and diamond collectors. they use time and drugs to rule and reign. they use entertainment and news to delight and bemuse.
we are the fire children.
we love our energy.
but we don't worship the sun like we used to in the alleged past.
we worship ourselves.
and this worship of the self is the exploding RAINBOW dahlia.
we are these dahlias floating through space. and each of us explode one day.
-- arbiters for the will of torbakhopper
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now, a newer essay that's also old already:
the forever man & why netflix should buy my version of ALDOUS HUXLEY's BRAVE NEW WORLD series ™ & some thoughts on why a PARENTLESS world would be the next step toward a better future & HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! i hope you're happy and free -- scott richard
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lizzo
SOULMATE
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one of the great myths in the NEO american empire of the misled is 'the forever man'.
this myth is literally crammed down the throats of the tiniest children in much the same way that people shove cornmeal down the throats of ducks and geese and cows to make them taste sweeter while killing them softly, lol.
the princess syndrome is so out of control now that any sense of an actual republic is long gone.
but 'the forever man' myth hasn't changed.
young children are still taught that they must become parents, and i think we all know that parenting is one of the most BASIC TOOLS that the usurers can use to create loan debt. parenting is a very thankless job as well, so you get debt slavery and sht hours and there's that baby that you can't get rid of... or maybe you like your kid. lucky kid!!! but even though you like that kid, you will NOT be there in every moment and they will be neglected and abandoned to fate. so pray that your little one becomes a real princess or a true knight.
i'm not sure what the male dynamic is because little boys are so weaponized to create hostility that they always go for the swords and the guns to wreak havoc. nice work, parents!!!! way to create fake gender separation. pat yourself on the back for that one.
but we all got stuck with the breakage and wreckage of the 'love that never dies' obligation to seek and find. i was oppressed by it as a child. it actually seemed like the coolest thing about the western dogma from religion -- faith and love and unionizing.
of course, my strange and 'briefly but permanently' mangled childhood proves how easy it is to destroy a child in really a mere matter of seconds. way to go, mom!!!
so naturally i have been weirdly taken with aldous huxley's beautiful utopian dream that does not actually take place in his bitter and sad criticism of 'the jews' (not to be confused with the jewish people in the same way that radical islamists are not a reflection of true path of the muslim journey -- i note this because anti-semitism at that time in europe post wwi was at an all time high with printing criticism and outrage. anti-semitism was like a genre in a modern day bookstore it was so popular and had so many writings. picture that cowboy western section and the science fiction section and then the anti-semetic section.), fascist/idealistic germans and the north american noble savage.
all of that was a bitter pill for me. i literally was physically ill through sections of the book. it was a visceral experience that went beyond reading. it was an education.
but on the sidelines of the book was this curtain that had been pulled back on monumental ideas. it was like we were on the willy wonka factory tour and we're in that massive cathedral of candy with an eternally churning chocolate fountain that sucks up agustus gloop and swooshes him away. and right at the moment every single person on the tour starts to formulate the actual 'dangers' involved in this strange sugary fantasyscape.
but i was ready for the camera to ditch the sugarland phenomenon. i wanted to see where augustus gloop had gone and just how deep did this playland of machinery and artificial replication go. i was ready for a different kind of tour of the factory. talk about a psychotic dystopia...
plus, in huxley's world, the glimpses that we get are very grown up and cool. they are not the childlike entrapping of a story for kids.
it's older, it's stabilized.
people of all people get along as one through class separatism. and a history of fulfillment through separation.
we are told that each caste is trained to be content with their occupation in life and some are even dumbed down with alcohol in the birthing jars.
and this was an inceptive vision of the dawning corporate heirarchy/caste system of order/need.
we are starting to experience its arrival.
but in the novel, these were birth classes.
everyone was born into their position.
further, these 'corporatized classes' were arranged with the 'controllers' and/or philosopher kings at the top and the class system below it with the alphas at the top of the class system. the alphas were all male and they were NOT clones. the betas are the female member of the caste which the alphas belong to in the novel and are NOT clones.
but all the other caste systems were bred and manufactured to maintain different aspects of the system's needs. they were all clones.
throughout the novel huxley continuously promotes the virtues of the THREE FOUNDATIONS for a great society:
identity, community, stability
and huxley presented ideas that blatantly/openly stated how evil it was to separate kids from self discovery and liberty and that by not allowing them to explore each others bodies and touch one another we were creating a repressed/suppressed curiosity that would grow like a monster inside the child -- a childish expression that is encouraged through taboo.
and that's pretty bold philosophy.
further, and logically, he presented a society that wasn't afraid of children never having parents but rather, cherished the idea of each one growing up protected and looked over by people who loved their job of caring for little ones and they didn't abuse them or prohibit the kids from discovery themselves.
and each one was genetically crafted and modified to fit perfectly into their role within the greater whole. this was the utopia. the novel, however, skitters all over the place like a drunken car crash. the passengers are not reflective of the society. instead they are are a TRINITY list of the 'unusual suspects', the 'anti-society types' through no real fault of their own, the anomalies, those who didn't fit in -- as explored through the sexual relationships of one woman. she bangs all of them.
which is weird because you never hear anyone talk about that. so my version™ would put her into the HERO BOX™ of the what used to be called a PROTAGONIST -- see how lost we are?!??! a hero and a protagonist are not the same thing. and a soldier and a hero are not the same thing. unless you literally change the meaning of the word. a hero is someone who accomplishes a series of strange feats/tasks or labors. a soldier is someone who is willing to kill in exchange for commodities/livelihood.
take it up with the dictionary. i'm not making this up.
anyway, the 'star' of this series™ is not a hero because there is no such thing as heroes in BRAVE NEW WORLD.
the mantra of IDENTITY, COMMUNITY, STABILITY is so deep that the society requires no heroes, no vigilantes, no protectorates, no nuclear arms.
and it would be the same story but it would be seen through her world and the experiences she was having simultaneously during the novel. like the film about jesus' younger brother Agape who was away at college when jesus was a killed™ and the netflix film series™ would dive away from the very tiny blip of interest huxley's novel provides.
not that it isn't a great novel, it's just that huxley was an intellectual surgeon and his storytelling feels very sterile, but the magnificent visions of the future that he is able to relay through description and attention to detail is brilliant even if it's not the best writing.
and it is this world that is the skeleton of his novel. and the skeleton needs to be studied.
he's given us the foundations and he's created his own maps and he's acutely aware of the beauty of the new mexican landscape and topography.
so instantly we know he's got a crush on the noble savage whereas, personally, i'm more interested in hanging out with a beta and seeing what her best expectations are like in this fantastical land™. and the story was kind of about a beta in a very backward kind of way. and it was also about two types of failed alphas and then a hippie jesus guy from the 'reservations'.
but the novel does some time skipping and the tour doesn't really take us much further than that disturbing garden that the the tour creeps up on.
aldous kind of magically skips from age four to the adults, so that's a bit too fast on the timeline for me -- where's the COMMUNITY?!?!?! he picks up on this concept later in his book ISLAND -- but i still kind of agree with him that really little kids should be allowed to discover each other physically and without the judgement parents impose and overimpose so fast. we are mistaken in sexualizing this curiosity. we make it rapey. we use our adult minds to be like 'OH!!! RAPE, my baby's a rapist', or 'oh no, that little baby boy played with another little boy'.
aldous suggested that this form of exploration was essential to humans understanding and experiencing themselves EARLY ON without the sexual element being present or worse, present and mature. further, that this exploration would lead toward a differnt developmental attitude which would in turn allow a society to bypass future rape and sexual misconduct breaches.
but his ideas were too radical for people in his time.
they still are.
considering what a powerful novel it is, when it was written and the brilliant ideas that are tossed around like a juggler who is bouncing balls and torches and chain saws of the walls of a racquetball court while teaching you squash at the same time, it doesn't get much play.
he was, after all, such a BRIT who had been notoriously kicked out of his social life circle in england for writing hilarious tell-all novels about the people closest to him. so they'd given him the outcast card and he'd fled (as fast as a mostly blind man with a lesbian wife can flee) to new mexico in the post wwi era, near the future site of the u.s. secret city/laboratory, los alamos.
and from there, hollywood by 1932, i think.
what a great story he lived as well, not just tripping out on acid as he died, but also his first wife hunting beautiful women for the two of them to share, and the screenplays, the vast library of single print editions by other famous poets and playwrights and novelists sent to him for his approval. and then his second wife, the beautiful violinist who escape that terrible canyon fire that obliterated all those never-to-be-written-again books, all those manuscripts, all those precious writings that vanished beneath the terrible heat. and she, taking only her Stradivarius, walking out knowing everything would burn. letting go. giving it up to the fire.
forever people.
we wish.
but there is no forever man.
there is no living jesus.
all things die.
and true love is more like paying attnention.
like that nun says in 'lady bird'.
true love isn't sexual.
true love may not even know itself.
true love might just be paying attention and feeling joy?
the joy of paying attention.
and i know how much we all long to feel joy when paying attention. and in an age of POST-DISTRACTION awakenings, isn't it time you told your daughters that marriage is an OPTION. that having kids is an OPTION. that giving up your life to fulfill some fake darwinian NONSENSE is an OPTION.
but so is living your own life and having no one else that you've created. and so is fighting for new models of PROCREATION that don't involve failing parents, parents that never wanted kids and people who can't afford kids.
parents are most often the worst thing about kids.
so don't be afraid to tell your kids that you failed and how.
maybe they even remember it and have blamed themselves.
and if all you can give your son is a gun or a truck or a logic game, you're definitely part of the problem. it's vastly unfair to use gender foolishness to masculinize a child. it distorts the idea of masculinity like a mental disorder in the same manner that physical sexual abuse destroys young children. they are both attacks against the child's being.
we do our best to protect kids against the predators of the body, but we do very little protect our children from the predators of the mind and the consumer usurers who are taking the kids earlier and earlier.
who knows, maybe one day the movie of the book will be made.
we live in a perfect time for it to just skip straight away from the book and into the BRAVE NEW WORLD right after the visitors on the tour see where the little kids are intermingling without any kind of ADULT IMPOSED intrusions.
the great thing about the BRAVE NEW WORLD was that the rapey issue had been addressed and fully considered. the society was developed around the understandings of sexual co-mingling without parentalizing adults.
since most of humanity ALLEGEDLY has a very low intellectual focus & MOST people don't actively seek to better and improve their intelligence -- this is not my fact, it's how 'they' talk about the 99%ers -- it is easy to distract the general populace with 'material gain' greed games and after life myths and unfulfillable promises like the forever man.
even now, fully ready to fall asleep again after being 'awake' for so fking long, even now i still want the person i thought of to be my forever man.
i want him so bad.
but he was never that man in real life.
he was never the fake version of him that was presented.
and that's what kills me the most.
i supported the lies without knowing it.
i felt misled and bushwacked.
not victimized,
just super aware that i had participated in the set-up and had no grounds for complaint. i spent my liberty and freedom of time and it was gone. and he felt stronger and freer (which is good and i'm glad of that).
but in the process we burned through each other and the lies and the falsehoods and the deceptions and the weaknesses all became exposed and destroyed in the fire.
he was never the forever man in the first place.
and that's the rub. the forever man isn't a person.
there is no forever man.
in that moment the forever man became a concept for me, a trap that so many others fall into as well.
and then we fall out of it.
a lot of people return to it, but that's usually because they can't see the permanent break.
so now, suddenly, there was this permanent break and it was known to both of us.
granted, at first i found this confusing.
naively, i had always assumed the permanent break was already there. didn't everyone know this intuitively?
i hadn't realize that this wasn't a universal understanding.
but, i only say this because i learned it from people who are born alone. they say it over and over again.
i was born a twin and i don't think that the 'born alone' perspective is 'all there is' as much as it is 'all that most people have access to, therefore'...
but i learned about the 'permanent break' from people born alone. twins are generally super optimistic. and i'm guessing on this because i can imagine a family that takes joy in their twins and understands that they might be a little different. my parents made a permanent break with me. an unrecoverable intentional break.
and then, through a long process of hop-scotch education through the west coast public and private christian schools in north and south california, voila! aware of humans and how they formulate their kindnesses and their goodnesses.
so when i heard about the permanent break thing AT THIS STAGE IN THE GAME, i was a bit taken about. it was one of those horrible realizations where your mind goes all bird's eye view and geomapping and speeds through all manner of timelines and conjugations and starts the 'murder board' with the new thread.
you can visually see the wasted time as chunks of LIFE.
tetris LIFE chunks filled with remembrances just 'disappearing' the value of memories instantly. a radical cross-platform devaluation of emotional assets. worse than zero. worse than no memories at all.
and that's when you realize that a rug has been pulled out from under you and your grand designs. it's the dreadfulness of false manifestations, the celebrants of what you thought was genuine were really bound up in a bottomless sadness and a burning flame with their own downward spiral dance.
it's that startling and irreversible moment when you realize that your eyes and your heart and the assurances of another had been used quite shamelessly to proliferate a bizarre and untrue fantasy.
and worse, it was TRULY the revelation that i had wanted but not with a ghost!!!
not with a dancing apparition!
not the hollow man!!!
oh fk, not the hollow man!!
and so now i'm doomed to still want the forever man that i had created with my expectations and then with my desires and then was slowly filleted by...
or maybe it was more like the sides of my neck were slashed open to make gills. because i do feel lucky.
the charade could have taken longer and bigger chunks of my life. and i had a great time in the delusion and i liked working for a relationship.
sometimes the process of aging is a vinting metaphor and sometimes it's a venting metaphor. sometimes it's all about the air and the breath.
either way, it wasn't my first relationship and it gave me an opportunity to see whether or not relationshipping was even in accordance with my nature and liberty. could i be happy without unionizing?
and the answer is yes.
or, at least, it's a great position to be in.
there is a freedom to participate in life that comes from being a part of it without being forced to protect offspring and develop those kinds of natural enmities against your 'greatest predator', men. that's a lovely start to things.
almost as fun as the fake 'virigin' girl claiming it's god's baby.
or worse, everyone forgetting that 'god's baby' meant bastard offspring.
whatever, it doesn't matter, i feel lucky to have had a forever man and to be able to write a more complicated story of 'royal romance' than the childish ones we tell other people's children and even our own children.
the corporatized children's engineering factories are already in their late pre-testing phases.
BUT, a bit of forewarning to those who would be wise when it matters, i was punished for my childish expectations. i lost everything i gave. and i lost the time it took to give it. there was no reward. no dividends. no happy ever after. it was just business in the end.
and the whole time i had believed my eyes and my ears and listened and had tried to hold up the 'we'.
but it was hard. there was permanent breakage from the start, not the end.
he was full of grief and loss.
he was too needy.
but i thought he was consciously aware of all these things.
so when we were dating, i thought he knew about the permanent break. he was so far away from everybody.
he was deep in the valley of the permanent break trying to find his way to sea-level.
like a crushed flashcard on the side of the road in death valley.
in that there was the permanent break.
we were choosing to try to have a relationship despite the permanent break that existed between people.
he had come to me and plied me with the tale of his sister's suicide. he pulled me into his sorrow spiral because i had told him several months before she killed herself that he should come out to her. she was a lesbian and felt entirely alone in the world and i begged him to reach out to her and share with her that he was gay.
but he didn't.
he had this way of never doing anything i suggested and then blaming me later about 'advice' that he would get when he had come back to ask for 'advice' after not doing what i had suggested after being asked.
it was all a bit dislocating for me
and i give him credit for being clear and levelheaded about it in the end, but he couldn't undo the damage that i was doing to myself for being such a fking fool.
no version of 'sorry, i used you' or 'let's be friends' would ever replace the amount of time he took from my life while the veneer of his 'forever man' status diminished in front of me until finally it occurred to me to ask him on the phone one day, long after we'd broken up if his current boyfriend was okay with these calls. i asked because it had also dawned on me that he'd specifically asked me to give him a call and do check-ins every couple of weeks, 'are you allowed to talk to me? is your man okay with that?'
and he admitted that they had agreed that he wouldn't call me. at which point i was like, 'oh, i see, so this is like cheating. great, gotta go, man. i just wish you'd be honest. and free. you know that's what i always wanted for you. i told you that over and over.'
and we've never connected since.
such a drag.
and this is the danger of relationships.
you can lose years of your life, but even more important, you can lose WINDOWS of your life.
the years are just time, but the windows are specific ages where wonderful and amazing things can happen that cannot happen during other windows of your life.
besides, relationships TAX you.
they TRULY add surcharges and time-penalties to your existence. there will no end of speed bumps and dependency is anti-liberty at its core, so the struggle to be free cannot be achieved unless all parties of the relationship are unionized.
and that's business contracting, which is an artifice.
grammatically speaking, relationships are duty bound and come with obligatory submissions of personal liberty.
who'd sign up for that?
as if that isn't enough, relationships will steal your experiences and replace them SHARED memories. and on the surface this sounds great. but that depends on the how the shared memories end up affecting the relationship.
shared memories are indeed precious and the best ones are the ones that you cherish. but after a separation, the best memories are the ones that work as triggers for your sorrow or anger or grief or devastation. the best memories become the worst.
i knew a woman in grad school who had come out as a lesbian. her name was ceebs. and she was a quirky writer with an irish background and we we're both from san diego where her dad had been police chief or something along those lines. and she'd grown up repressing a lot of stuff. i'd done the same thing until i decided that living a lie was so ordinary and that NO ONE in the whole history of western writing had ever said, 'just be a liar. lie to everybody. tell them what they want to hear. then lie about that later.'
she used to often say that the thing you really liked about a person and were drawn to about them would become the thing you ended up resenting them for and perhaps even disliking about them.
so it sucks if you hear a bunch of lies up front and then they unravel around you to become the thing you end up resenting. that's a tough one. and the irony is that lying never ends. it just keeps reinventing itself.
on the other hand, in total fairness, ALL western literature has been littered with the ruins of people's lies and the horrible effect that lying had on so many people's lives. and not inadvertently, heaven becomes this place where the lies are all put back together in front of you.
contemporary christianity became so zealous it started to formulate this notion (an entirely post-television & televangelistic fantasy) about how you'd stand in judgement and your entire life would be played back to you.
and you thought andy warhol's film 'SLEEP' was long and boring:
'John Giorno has said Warhol asked him to star in Sleep over Memorial Day Weekend in 1963, when the two retreated to the countryside and Warhol spent the night watching Giorno sleep. “I looked over and there was Andy in the bed next to me, his head propped up on his arm, wide-eyed from speed, looking at me,” Giorno later relayed. '
born a twin, i think my big one wish would be that i DO get to this illusory JUDGEMENT ZONE where god and his posse replay my life to see if i was good enough to get in the the party called heaven.
but, typical me, i could give a sht about the party called heaven. i want access to my unknown life.
i want to watch my birth and everything after like a fking drone camera that i can move around and zoom in or rewind.
i want to see what happened to me when i was left unattended.
i want to see the things i already have been told happened and then re-lied to about it.
i have the cobwebs of all these weird myths that humans create in order to justify PARENTHOOD.
we don't need parents.
science and the bible have proven that parents are unnecessary and obsolete.
unfortunately pedophiles and religious structures/foundations/corporations and 'neo colonist governments' will want to self-protect against this accord.
they want you debt-enslaved with college loans, home loans, bundled family plan phones and car loans.
but that won't pay for the loans after the entire shipping and distributing INTERCONTINENTAL economy lays off all the drivers and starts running AUTOKAR in a color-coded lane that only AUTOKAR (pilotless vehicle) can use.
that's a lot of truckers nationwide all hopped on speed and suddenly without jobs??
is this part of the MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN strategy?
shall we name that condition/state right now?
maybe we could call it THE AUTOKAR METH SHADOW.
so keep your eyes open.
maybe it will never, ever, ever, ever happen.
or, give that 'new utopia glimpse' a try.
read huxley's book BRAVE NEW WORLD.
it's a deeply fascinating look into miranda's query:
'O, wonder!
How many goodly creatures are there here!
How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world,
That has such people in't! (5.1.215-218)
--- the tempest
happy birthday.
i hope you're free and happy.
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This is Hunter!
People think he is cold-hearted and fierce...
But they are just intimidated because of his bruises and arched eyebrows and (rapist) look. HAHA.
Commission. I will be opening in May. :)
Dati Tecnici
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a) Hasselblad 503CWi + Magazzino 60x60mm/120 + Mirino a Pozzetto;
b) Carl Zeiss Sonnar T* 80mm f. 2,8 CFI;
c) Esposizione Tempo 1/125s con apertura a f.5,6 su stativo Manfrotto;
d) Esposizione Flash con 2 Metz 50MZ-5
e) Negativo Ektacolor 120 Gold II 160 Asa Professional
f) Sviluppo Negativo in Lab;
g) Scansione con Agfa Duoscan T2500 Pro su supporto mobile orizzontale (porta SCASI);
h) 1°/a Post-Produzione per la scansione e la correzione colore con Adobe Photoshop CS3;
i) 2°/a Post-Produzione con Corel Photo-Paint X5 per la conversione;
e) 3°/a Post-Produzione di completamento con Nikon Capture NX.
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Mio breve Curriculum Vitae su LinkedIn: - My Brief Curriculum Vitae on LinkedIn:
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EDVARD GRIEG.- Peer Gynt. Suite Nº 2 Op. 55 ( 2 ).
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Il peccato di un uomo,.....quella donna
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Uomo, forti e sicuri erano i tuoi passi,
sinceri e leali i teneri sguardi, ma
tu! ….donna, entrasti e a tutti costi
prepotente la sua vita invadesti.
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Di tutto facesti per accaparrarti
i suoi sogni, tutto il suo mondo e
come un serpente paradisiaco lo
avvinghiasti, fra le tue spire lo rapisti.
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Nell’oblio lo portasti e non gli lasciasti
nemmeno un alito di vento per librarsi.
La sua vita rendesti parte dei tuoi sfizi
e nella prigione del cuore lo trattenesti.
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Adesso, ….ti stancasti e come un barattolo
vuoto lo lasciasti, la sua vita inutile
rendesti e senza il più piccolo sentimento,
ne ripensamento, te ne curasti.
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Il tuo peccato, ….uomo, fu quello di amare,
quella donna, che fu la chiave della tua prigione.
La sua oramai fragile vita, o donna, distruggesti
e nel vuoto assoluto lo abbandonasti.
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The sin of one man,.....that woman
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Man, were strong and confident in your footsteps,
sincere and loyal the tender glances, but
you! .... a woman, and did you come at all costs
bullying have invaded his life.
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Of everything you did to get your hands
his dreams, his whole world and
like a serpent, the heavenly
you wrapped your coils between the rapist.
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You brought it in and not forgetting you left
not even a breath of wind to soar.
His life didst part of your whims
in the prison of the heart and you have withheld.
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Now .... And you tired like a jar
you left it blank, his useless life
didst, and without the slightest feeling,
rethinking it, you'll have taken care of.
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Your sin, .... Man, was that of loving,
the woman, who was the key to your prison.
His fragile life now, or woman, have destroyed
and in the vacuum you left
.....................................................................Luigi Mirto
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Mozart - Requiem.
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Note Tecniche
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Questa immagine è stata realizzata dal Gruppo Fotografico “Studio Progresso Photograpy di Palermo” in occasione di un matrimonio realizzato.
Essi hanno esposto e curando il set Fotografico, inoltre hanno sviluppato successivamente il negativo che hanno a me fornito.
Il sottoscritto ha fornito l’attrezzatura fotografica mentre la successiva post-produzione è stata curata da me.
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Technical Notes
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This image was created by the Group Photo 'Progress Studio Photograpy of Palermo' during a marriage made.
They have exhibited and caring for photo shoots, later also developed the negative that I have provided.
The undersigned has supplied the photographic equipment and the subsequent post-production was done by me.
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If you remember my earlier shot 'The ogre rapist'... well, here is the ogre mother, wants revenge for her sons shame! :D
'A 13-year o-.... WUUUUUUT? C'mooooon....'
Dice and all his animated-ness. <3
PLEASE, NO invitations or self promotions, THEY WILL BE DELETED. My photos are FREE to use, just give me credit and it would be nice if you let me know, thanks.
The Soviet War Memorial in Vienna is located at Vienna's Schwarzenbergplatz. The semi-circular white marble colonnade partially enclosing a twelve-metre figure of a Red Army Soldier was unveiled in 1945. The Heroes' Monument of the Red Army in Vienna was built to commemorate 17,000 Soviet soldiers who fell in the Battle for Vienna of World War II.
It has generally been an unpopular reminder for Viennese of the painful Soviet occupation in the weeks following the war, often referred to with derisive names including “Looter’s Memorial” and “Memorial to the Unknown Rapist”.
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Murderers and rapists and liars and thieves!
You should never put your trust in any of us
There is nothing to gain from this interference
Don't you ever try to be
More than you were destined for
Or anything worth fighting for
There's no feeling in this place
The past speaks louder than anything I hear right now
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There are gruesome rumours about the owner of this house, Mr. Clerckx. In the 18th Century the lowlands of Belgium and The Netherlands were confronted with gangs of hoodlums, rapists and satanists who called themselves the 'Bokkenrijders'. These medievil criminals terrorized the people and left a trail of destruction in these countries. This man, Mr. Clerckx was fed up and swore to wipe out all of the 'Bokkenrijders', in which he succeeded. Stories go that in the basement of his house he had rings attached to the walls where he locked up the criminals and starved them to death. Those who were not brought to the basement were hung. The hanging was often done in public and therefor the people were very frightened of Mr. Clerckx.
After the 'Bokkenrijders' were no more he turned his aggression to the people around him. This got so worse that he was banned by the community. But even after he left, the terror this man has brought took ages to be forgotten...
'The scope with my desire
The party blessed me with its future
And i protect it with fire
I am the nina, the pinta, the santa maria
The noose and the rapist, the fields overseer
The agents of orange
The priests of Hiroshima
The cost of my desire
Sleep now in the fire'
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another new one...
no they aren't holding lightsabers but rather stun weapons.
Child rapists to get less prison time than Pot Growers
'The maximum sentence for growing marijuana would double from seven to 14 years, the same maximum applied to someone using a weapon during a child rape, and four years more than for someone sexually assaulting a kid without using a weapon.'
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'The continued PROHIBITION of Cannabis jeopardizes the health and well-being of Canadians MUCH MORE than does the substance itself.'
(Senate Special Committee on Illegal Drugs, 2002)
Okie From Muskogee (Merle Haggard)
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Sound : youtu.be/xVKGXgHDMvQ
He : 'Oh I......wanna fall in love...........with you.........'
She : Gravity controls, gravity controls, the way we're falling, gravity controls, gravity controls, the way we sink, we're floating into space... so boy, whyyyy don't you kiss me ?
He : ....i'd love to
Insanity, please hold me
She : So why don't you hit the ground / so i can't keep on fighting / against nature laws / No longer...
He : Cause i'm no rapist !!!!!
She : Mouarf
He : I don't even know why i'm answering
White-fronted Bee-eaterMerops bullockoides
Paper WaspPolistes dominula
This is a species of bee-eater widely distributed in sub-equatorial Africa. They have a distinctive white forehead, a square tail and a bright red patch on their throat. They nest in small colonies, digging holes in cliffs or earthen banks but can usually be seen in low trees waiting for passing insects from which they hunt either by making quick hawking flights or gliding down before hovering briefly to catch insects.
This particular example had managed to find and catch himself a tasty morsel for afternoon tea!
[Thanks to Callie de Wet for the ID of the wasp]
This image was captured on the Chobe River, near Kasane, northern Botswana, Southern Africa.
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- Taken at RL&V Rough Love & Violation!, Spirit Love (35, 195, 3501)
- Second Life
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Raining, thunder and dark when we arrived. Only to find a light on in the hall and a really creepy atmosphere here. On euro tour with Sean and Neil for 3 days of mayhem and a grand total of 8 hours sleep. Taking in some old and new sites and showing them some of what is out there as it was their first time. Also made time to meet up with the SPEXS crew.
There are gruesome rumours about the owner of this house. In the 18th Century the lowlands of Belgium and The Netherlands were confronted with gangs of hoodlums, rapists and satanists who called themselves the 'Bokkenrijders'. These medievil criminals terrorized the people and left a trail of destruction in these countries. This man was fed up and swore to wipe out all of the 'Bokkenrijders', in which he succeeded. Stories go that in the basement of his house he had rings attached to the walls where he locked up the criminals and starved them to death. Those who were not brought to the basement were hung. The hanging was often done in public and therefor the people were very frightened of him.
After the 'Bokkenrijders' were no more he turned his aggression to the people around him. This got so worse that he was banned by the community. But even after he left, the terror this man has brought took ages to be forgotten...
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This evil bastard charged us through the field of marijuana. I think it was attempted surprise sex on the rather elderly elephant we were on. I considered jumping down. And then I remembered the tiger.
Our elephant was being made to flush out an extremely annoyed tiger for the benefit of us idiot tourists, bouncing about on its back. Seconds before the mad eyed elephant bull began his charge, we'd encountered the huge cat, growling out of sight in the thick cannabis. Jumping down into that was completely out of the question. The moment froze...
'I'm going to be crushed to death by a sex-crazed elephant in a field of marijuana. This is really not how I expected to die.'
Our mahout was clearly terrified. His eyes bulged as he tried to get our venerable cow elephant moving - we all knew she'd never outrun the young 4 ton rapist bearing down on us.
I took a photograph, imagining it being the last I'd ever take - this blurry image of mad, galloping lust.
Of course it wasn't. The mahout, gave up his attempt to drive our geriatric elephant into a run and began clapping his hands and shouting in a panic. Our assailant pulled up short, gave a pig-like squeal and charged off in another direction.
Indian animals had it in for me. A few days later a langur monkey leapt at me with slashing fangs as our jeep drove by. Luckily it misjudged our speed and sailed, snarling, past the back of my head.
Give me African animals any day.
Mac Serial Box
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The Namibian authorities have made several arrests and issued public statements that revealing clothing on women are rape provoking and not culturally of an African decent. (say what???..)
Women to be arrested in Namibia for wearing mini-skirts..
Quite Imposing Free
Most Namibian's, naturally, are outraged and have already staged a protest and it has gone viral on facebook.
As Alan pointed out, Namibia is already considered to be amongst the top 10 most miserable countries in the world and now they want to control women's dress.....
Well, it has been a fun week. :)
I photographed Lynn agains a black and white backdrop and we dressed her accordingly. The alignment is not 100%, but i was pretty pleased with the funky graphic look.
Model: Lynn Strydom..
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“Republicans' power grab in Wisconsin is more evidence the party doesn't care about the will of the voters”
The massive bill they signed at dawn after an all-night session starting on Dec 4 will be devastating for the environment and as a direct consequence extremely profitable for the already rich of the State. Such conduct will continue to be made possible by Democrats’ failure to impeach the $10 Million Apartheid Supreme Court Justice Neil Gorsuch and the serial rapist Brett Kavanaugh. They refused to decide on WI’s gerrymandering case before the midterm election.
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WI GOPNAZIRepublican Party opt for “Genocide by Red Tape” with tried and true multi-prong method of:
1st creating a requirement (a hurdle) for a person needing to rely on a program making up the Social Safety Net; Typically the requirement, despite its being couched as “benign,” will be made purposefully complex and any process will be riddled with “friction” or points of frustration for the applicant to over come in the hopes most applicant will just inevitably go away.
2nd privatize the program’s administration with a for-profit contractor making sure the vast, vast, majority of program applicants fail to get through the “hurdle” or requirement REGARDLESS of their compliance efforts; The for-profit contractor will typically do their best to make sure as many applicants as possible fail either the Application Process or the hurdle itself somehow. Documentation requirements, waiting periods, etc., etc., bloom at this point. A common tactic deployed is procedurally defensible “backsliding” – each point of progress is met with yet another mini-hurdle, frustration, procedural requirement that the applicant can’t seem to satisfy regardless of what they do. Oftentimes the economic hardship of the applicant is relied upon in some way, for instance, can’t afford legal help.
3rd split the spoils or savings of artificially low reliance on the program by giving it to wealthy campaign contributors; The for-profit contractor is often an affiliate of the GOPNAZIRepublican Party and has proven their “success” be the number of people they have gotten kicked out of the program.
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4th in the case of the work requirement needed to enroll in Medicaid, as is the case here, you sit-back and watch people die prematurely from preventable causes.
When it comes to Medicaid it medical needy be damned - It is all about getting existing people kicked-off, not allowing new people enroll and fattening the pockets of campaign contributors.
What they did to the environment and voting rights – to name but a few topics - is just as bad if not worse.
See the USNEWs article for information on denying coverage based upon pre-existing conditions, and imposing a “work requirement” to enroll in Medicaid.
for information on coverage losses see:
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I got this from a reporter on the morning of the road block picket in Bahia. Apparently the people wanted this guy caught by the police and killed.
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(Also for “Waldo,” Ralph Ellison’s middle name)
• For Black History Month AND
• For February's Alphabet Fun: 2015 Edition AND
• For We're Here! — 'Maybe I’m crazy for doing this…'
Ralph Waldo Ellison (yes, named for Ralph Waldo Emerson) is easily most known for his controversial 1952 novel Invisible Man. From the summary on SHMOOP.com:
Within the first five minutes of meeting someone, we've got them sized up, categorized, and filed away under a billion different headings: girl next door, rebel, tough guy, femme fatale, flamboyant, rich, wallflower, punk, exotic, hippie, fashionista, and so on. You're labeled by what school you go to, your athletic prowess, your looks, where you shop, your zip code, what car you drive, what cell phone you use, where you went for vacation last summer – and, oh yes, your race.
The narrator of Invisible Man gets labeled more frequently than a pack of bad-for-your-health cigarettes. Throughout the novel, he's mistaken for a reverend, a pimp, a gambler, a fink, a unionist, a 'Southern Negro,' a 'New York Negro,' a rapist, a lover, a doctor, and a good singer. So what happens when we get slapped with that inevitable label (or two or three or four)? We can embrace or reject them, but either way, they're going to affect us, and, to some degree, determine our actions. Ever notice how counter-culture teens conform to a rebellious standard so they can avoid... being conformists? Right.
What makes Invisible Man so compelling is that its narrator recognizes this, reflects on it in great depth, and chooses to deal with and live in the world anyway. Not exactly an easy feat. How does he pull it off, you ask? Good question.
Ralph Ellison got his serious start as a novelist after he wrote a review of Richard Wright’s Native Son, and Wright encouraged him to pursue writing full time. Ellison went on to write another novel (published posthumously) and a few collections of essays and short stories. During his career he was awarded both the National Book Award for Invisible Man and the Presidential Medal of Freedom. He also served as a professor at Bard College, Rutgers University, and New York University (where he taught for ten years).
Ralph Ellison: An American Journey on PBS American Masters
”Ralph Ellison: No Longer The 'Invisible Man' 100 Years After His Birth” on NPR
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