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| Monday, May 5th, 2008 | | 7:44 pm |
this is just another message
the unreality of politics (earth herself is apolitical)
...sovereignty need not imply domain while domain does imply dominance.
...when 25,000 dock workers unite in protest of the iraq war and shut
down the west coast... it says something. about the people. and speech.
Lawrence Lessig On The Net And Free Speech And It's Effect |
http://www.socialtext.net/codev2/index.cgi?free_speech
...
But on top of this list of protectors of speech in cyberspace is
(once again) architecture. Relative anonymity, decentralized
distribution, multiple points of access, no necessary tie to
geography, no simple system to identify content, tools of
encryption 3-all these features and consequences of the Internet
protocol make it difficult to control speech in cyberspace. The
architecture of cyberspace is the real protector of speech there;
it is the real "First Amendment in cyberspace," and this First
Amendment is no local ordinance.
Just think about what this means. For over 60 years the United
States has been the exporter of a certain political ideology, at
its core a conception of free speech. Many have criticized this
conception: Some found it too extreme, others not extreme enough.
Repressive regimes -China, North Korea-rejected it directly;
tolerant regimes-France, Hungary-complained of cultural decay;
egalitarian regimes-the Scandinavian countries-puzzled over how we
could think of ourselves as free when only the rich can speak and
pornography is repressed.
This debate has gone on at the political level for a long time.
And yet, as if under cover of night, we have now wired these
nations with an architecture of communication that builds within
their borders a far stronger First Amendment than our ideology ever
advanced. Nations wake up to find that their telephone lines are
tools of free expression, that e-mail carries news of their
repression far beyond their borders, that images are no longer the
monopoly of state-run television stations but can be transmitted
from a simple modem. We have exported to the world, through the
architecture of the Internet, a First Amendment more extreme in
code than our own First Amendment in law.
This chapter is about the regulation of speech and the protection
of speech in cyberspace -and therefore also in real space. My aim
is to obsess about the relationship between architecture and the
freedom it makes possible, and about the significance of law in the
construction of that architecture. It is to get you to see how this
freedom is built -the constitutional politics in the architectures
of cyberspace.
I say "politics" because this building is not over. As I have
argued (over and over again), there is no single architecture for
cyberspace; there is no given or necessary structure to its design.
The first-generation Internet might well have breached walls of
control. But there is no reason to believe that architects of the
second generation will do so, or not to expect a second generation
to rebuild control. There is no reason to think, in other words,
that this initial flash of freedom will not be short-lived. And
there is certainly no justification for acting as if it will not.
We can already see the beginnings of this reconstruction. The
architecture is being remade to re-regulate what real-space
architecture before made regulable. Already the Net is changing
from free to controlled space.
Some of these steps to re-regulate are inevitable; some shift back
is unavoidable. Before the change is complete, however, we must
understand the freedoms the Net now provides and determine which
freedoms we mean to preserve.
And not just preserve. The architecture of the Internet, as it is
right now, is perhaps the most important model of free speech since
the founding. This model has implications far beyond e-mail and web
pages. Two hundred years after the framers ratified the
Constitution, the Net has taught us what the First Amendment means.
If we take this meaning seriously, then the First Amendment will
require a fairly radical restructuring of the architectures of
speech off the Net as well.
...
|
this is, they say, the time of peak oil. i say this is a peak time in
general -that we are actually peaking. what boon bring we back from the
trip then? or are we not coming down yet? no, we are very far from that
point. while we are not even beginning to begin, what we've known is in
fact ending.
it is time to reconstitute. to selfgovern as we never could before. |
| | Wednesday, February 27th, 2008 | | 1:21 pm |
quiet night
satellite (orbiting in good light...)
"...The creativity that might have won this war requires a loss of
control, but that's something the Church will never tolerate."
-John T. Halliday, in 'Flying Through Midnight'
corps du plane, a poem by patti smith, comes to mind.
the plane of mind's space we all share.
that zone.
or don't.
-={0}=-
broken flowers (deep in)
i as i know myself.
iyiyiyiyi.
-={0}=- |
| | Sunday, January 27th, 2008 | | 11:12 pm |
Romancing The Zone
Rainmakers All (of supranatural realists and their critics)
Protestantism... In the historical context of Entheogenics at that...
No village shaman but that each know on their own, authenticating
their own sovereignty of conscience and consciousness... Reviled...
Deliberately compromised...
When you think of cultural exploitation of indiginous peoples, native
cultures, the misrepresentation and contamination of them and their
ways and history and character and ideas, what do you think of? Tonto?
Carlos Casteneda? Abos? The land grab in Brazil? Human Secularism?
Pagan Incursion? United Fruit Company? The Trail Of Tears? The Amazon?
Experiences are ours alone, as it is for one it is for all. Each is
different and deserves understanding and respect. Yes. All have their
different substantial agents, psychotropically or psychedelically.
Complex avenues to the sublime, rich and large engagements with Earth
on all her levels. Alcohol is real different, the Dominionist's fuel,
crudely depressant, and spiritually contrary, it kidnaps the heart and
mind and soul. The world has shrunk and conciliation of the foreign
has so greatly lagged behind, we can scarcely cope racially, much less
think lofty thoughts of ego and id, far less address this profoundly
deep schism in humanity.
Appropriations of others' culture is done with intents of every sort,
and indeed the well-meaning do so understandably, understanding Earth
is of whole cloth and interconnected by intrinsic aspects, but taking
stereotypes as real, and similarities for given, for granted,
it becomes presumptuous, thoughtless.
The fact of an altered consciousness at all reveals a big difference,
and this small fact of the convention's being shown for what it is,
eclipsing the poignant and pertinent nature of each agents'
particularly different character, is itself fought, undermined,
diminished, marginalized, disenfranchised, minimized, discredited,
deauthenticated, reflexively vilified, falsely characterized, utterly
demonized, it denies the greater majority of mankind and his history,
but it also shuns the distinctions of the differences, the whole
spectrum of connections to the Earth and God and each other. Peyote's
as different from mushrooms as they are from manmade LSD. Ayahuasca's
yet something else entirely itself; when taken communally, what it
says to the participants is consistent, specific, and collaborable.
It conveys information, such as we conventionally regard it.
We westerners, born to the madness of our history, oppose the foreign
to our own peril. The supranatural world has many countries, and to
disdain the entire world without any possibility of knowing what one
is disposing of is the heighth of deliberate ignorance. We look, we
learn, or think we do, and then are left with what's so recently been
added to our mind, and write and read more, and write and so on...
...And so detach our well-intending selves once again, fondling our
new things, and getting opposed for it, as do even the Falun Gong of
China, whose agents aren't substances at all but rather pure ritual.
Westerners I said, in error. Dominators, simply. Ego and Empire do go
hand in hand... Let us relearn to respect the directly real experience
of others... That we might return to where we may rejoin Civilization.
I say it's not as far as it seems. Ayahausca trip in the amazon
|
| | Friday, January 25th, 2008 | | 4:02 am |
Aspects Of Liberty, Outlined
Gonna Happen (I mean now Officially...)
I've said for some time, now is the time to set up alternative nets,
offline and onair: packet radio BBSs... Either that or Pony Express.
Forget the post office. Forego copper wire. It may even come down to
directional microwave beams, as even the air waves can be jammed...
Meanwhile, back on Mars: Did I say alien intervention?
|
| | Sunday, January 20th, 2008 | | 4:37 pm |
Island In The Sky
The Zuma Experiment (Unbounded)
The moon is getting crowded. Perhaps it's
time to move the whole operation to mars.
Dissolution of Ego boundaries. Infinite energy supply. All ills cured.
Boundlessness en toto. Unbounded prosperity, unbounded security. Harm
arrested at every instance. Total replenishment, total nurtury. All is
known to be knowable. All is known to be connected. All insularity of
convention repealed. All insulation of Conventional Reality undone.
Earth herself saved and freed, and as recognised as sovereign onto
herself as is each upon, within, and without her.
The psychological revelations are enormous, and paramount.
The consequences are staggering. The results are stunning.
The implications are incomprehensible. The facilitation is
phenomenal.
Deniability and disputability of such effect of the Others are absurd
to consider. Implausibly, the mad heal. The native task and challenge
of cognitive sentience is clarified a thousandfold even as it's pure
redefinition is absorbed along with those of Nature, and Power, and
Reality, and God. The Calm ripples forth from our system and emanates
beyond. Theorums so corroborated become a dance upon our past as All
has so turned upward into ascension. Games cease where such Life has
begun...
'I' and 'I' now equals 'I', as it ought. 'We' have become. The Others
always were...
digital universe
angular momentum - spin
counterspin
0, 1
the universe as a black hole.
black holes spin.
the zone of each.
Or As If.
I have much sentiment for this old base, but it's time to move out...
...And onward. The Proposition's larger now. A hell of a lot larger...
We'll leave things as they are for a little while, then release the
various holds. Remotely. Blindly even. Some experiment, huh? Not to
even know the results. Some would call them consequences. What I call
the consequences are the lives and minds saved, but no one asked me...
...No one can.
|
| | Friday, January 11th, 2008 | | 1:04 am |
Bukavhad
Landing Afoot In Khurry Hana (Impossible Concentration)
seven years later: hanging dust remaining; the river of eyes in the
bush going in. keening sky howls deep lost river song. walking heavy.
slow float, smelling, unconscious divinations, visions. fur, leathers,
low sounds of pulses mixing together.
a multitude of channels, and smells, clamoring for attention. feet
remember everything, and carry the core, walk the path, detached. the
dark overgrown tangle of roots, the stream, the flagstones, the steps
up to the opening door. a cacaphony of whispers in my mind. sounds.
atonal warblings from ancient times reverberating still...
let us have gentle bells, chaotic reassurances, sighed in prayer...
sudden unbidden lines of poetry, attached significances, associations,
parallels in massive mazes. chills, shakes, prescient notions, nearly
viral. there is little reasonable substitute for so many things in
such natural cooperations. immediate intuitions. phrases. blink.
shadow stir, the old woman. i never knew her name and so named her and
cannot recall what. books in the distance. a flute. dim light. i think
little, gladly, unable to do even as much as disintegration sidles up
slow end to moment.
the smell of hot, strong coffee. random sound of light thin metal wind
chimes and low moaning wind. alley dog pant. the chill left behind...
heaving awkward entrance, unbounded action & unawkward silence.
here is dismissed conscious confusion, cessation of thought
itself, unburdening all load down behind every closed door. must.
the ink of every moment dries quick.
this world slams, rushes through, sudden musculature -every sinew felt
& every bone dry. no breath. thick ropy smoke. time gropes and sudden
ink, paper. one signs in by drawing, revelation, honesty. the pipe is
heavy, thick. ancient. this world knows you. knows you will pass out
before giving up, knows you will give in to it and never quit. knows.
no other arrival like it. you are there.
Dialogue Without Question (Journey Without Boon)
the mind reel - satori without revelation - the expected epiphany -
the higher silence. candle burn, no clocks, no ticking talk...
all is conductance. one conducts one's own set. one sets one's own
setting. one makes new world entire every moment, dint of detail fine
and coarse without course or cause. everything affects.
candle flicker, soot wavering, dancing up in sensitive air:
we are meant to make everything wobble.
to be detached, pure, free -from intentions...
best nothing is planned.
& returns of old thought: 'time and attention are our only real coin.
nothing can be bought when everything is already paid for.'
yes.
this land speaks. soothes, comforts, feeds, informs. says what it will
and yet listens still. it is whispering gentle moans of blues, humbled
and ecstatic mumbles of agony and wiser joy. it is filled to the brim
with excretions and the indigestible dead. erupts gases from it's dark
bowels. it's every syllable expelled in jets, sighs of steam.
this is a land self-aware, sovereign. the land of the coronated ones,
el coronado. soul, heart, mind, body, one and all. all conference and
commune occurs at once. the dismal affair without boon. the babble of
creation and adornment of souls dress across, and redress this land.
we know it's every square inch to be voluminous landings.
if ever constant: we stride it's wayward currents in sudden surprise.
& we converse ever motive within it's journey motif... -as none can
utter or whisper without being heard, & none can miss the slightest
note of presence, without instant transport...
scrawls of ink. writhe alive on the parchment inches behind my hand.
Subterranean Submissions (Stones Within)
with elevation & entrance into the interior -this familiar alien land,
with all definitions and borders dissolved & leaving self exposed and
it's own core umbilicus trailing to my love...
...all becomes animation & ignition: carpe nocturne! man alive!
a rebecoming novel anew, a border crossing yet...
beyond the roof, sky scrawls. fastforward psychocinematica. weather of
mosaic proportion projected to openthroated heart. one eats what is so
given thusly. pinpoint eyes blink blink blink. it's crazy, it's fabu &
real as dirt, pain, or pleasure or the indisputable reality beyond. &
one is absolutely rooted beneath the dark & dusty ceiling, knowing the
cranial explosion is a rude exposure of ever vaster normalities earth
generates constantly that go pragmatically unperceived in lesser momes
& places & states of mind & heart. breathtaking truth. breathtaking...
mouth agape, pipe falls.
|
| | Wednesday, January 9th, 2008 | | 9:53 pm |
SHAZAM! a lost and forgotten world begot by ink
comic book fandom days (began for me 40 years ago..)
The images speak for themselves. Mostly. Some, anyway. Or maybe I just
wish they did... To begin properly then, I speak of G. B. Love, who
published the Rocket's Blast ComiCollector, a hybrid of two older fan
publications from before my day. It eventually became known simply as
the RBCC. G. B. published several other related things like the Fandom
Annual, but the RBCC was the mainstay. I call the RBCC an adzine but I
believe G. B. disdained that label... There were many fanzines those
days, all amateur publications that only those in fandom knew about.
To know of them at all, one almost had to be an RBCC subscriber, and
there were only about 2,000 of those... To have any hope of reaching
fandom at large with your fanzine, advertising in the RBCC was a must.
Andy Warner, who inked most of what G. B. published of my stuff, was
the one who introduced me to all this. Indeed, what fan art I did was
done for G. B. exclusively. I went on to work for G. B., at no pay,
and was well compensated by simply being so included and involved. I'd
open the mail for him among things and so was the first to see much
of the first art by such as Rich Corben. I appreciate Andy's bringing
me into all this.
At a very young age, around 1966, I'd already begun boldly picking
the brains (by long distance phone) of such generous spirits as Frank
Frazetta, and by 1969, Jim Steranko. I'm talking many many hours, very
very much of their valuable time. In those 'later' years, my relation
with the RBCC may have helped, if it was realized at all.
G. B. Love was first and foremost a man of great class, and very great
character. He was a cornerstone. He was and is greatly underknown, and
greatly underappreciated for what he did for the industry. His work
barely subsidized itself and as such was simply labors of love.
He was a child of the 1940's and '50s. He was a huge huge fan of
C. C. Beck's Captain Marvel. (Mr. Beck, as it was, was also a south
Florida inhabitant.)
All this nolstalgia was stirred a couple of days ago when I sought
out Don Newton on Google. Don was another Captain Marvel fan. Don was
a good artist and contributed majorly to G. B.'s publications. Don's
biography is somewhat of a sad one. His later relations with Mr. Beck
certainly were...
I am very very far from telling the full tale here...
There are names that should be mentioned, artists, other publishers of
fanzines, writers, convention organizers, friends, etc... Tangental
people in the industry of the time. Among those who contributed to
what G. B. did, I should name James Van Hise as a major collaborator
of his. Artists include John Adkins Richardson, John G. Fantucchio,
Robert Kline, and of course, Don Newton. Other related names would be
Mark Burbey, Howard P. Siegel, Biljo White, and John Ellis.
I must mention E. C. comic fans. Mad Magazine began as an E. C. comic.
E. C. fandom was some of the richest part of late '60s fandom despite
it having been gone for years. Squa Tront and Spa Fon were E. C.
fanzines (titled after some of E. C.'s alien words). These were great
publications, worth quite a bit now.
In closing, I'd like to mention names like Jan Strnad, Rich Hauser,
Gary Groth, and Bill Pearson, writers and publishers who made a
difference in a world that for me once encompassed all possible worlds
and is now all but forgotten. The list is way too short at that, for I
sadly admit that there are many names that I have indeed forgotten...
...Like the crewcutted dude who published E. C. in the first place!
It is such a different world now. It was even then. The distance now
is just that much greater. I tell you; there was once so much now so
lost to undeserved obscurity. |
| | 5:56 pm |
zumacam, comic book history, amy goodman, and the agonist
zumacam (back up for a while and now and then)
thanks to ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) mavinga i found archas which brought me back
to my comic roots of the early '60s. i dragged out my old copies of
the RBCC and also googled up Don Newton among others and traipsed from
link to link and so on. jean may be amused to see my old fan art and
other old work since those days. it's history that will appeal to few,
yes, but i will make some scans and post on it all anyway, hopefully
today.
today i've been immersed in posts on the agonist and beyond, and amy
goodman has been strongly on my mind, little of which i'll go into
here save to drop this url:
The Significance Of Amy Goodman
and yeah, i cranked up the cam again, just for the hell of it. it's
interesting: i've had this cam nearly 10 years now and have various
batches of campix made during that time and see my aging far better
in these grainy pix than any mirror, to which i say little outside
of ugh... heh.
the cam page, linked to the picture above, self-refreshes every
40 seconds. i expect only family and friends be interested enough to
view, if even they. i do it for my own use and enjoyment. (-mostly i
was just curious if the darn old thing still actually worked.)
anyway, i'm gonna see what i can do with all this old comic book
history stuff. hope your weather's as nice as it is today here in
oklahoma city...
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| | 3:15 am |
An Unintended Life, On Candle Lake
Candle Lake (out back, feeding the ducks & geese)
oh, worlds. worlds of thought. unconscious even. greater than can be
conveyed in any case. or contained. it hurts a little. not badly, just
notably. not that i'm going to try here or anything, but that's what's
on my mind...
proportional responses, to life, are, of course, quite outlawed...
i know, i know. still. it's all so unceasing. it's almost funny:
life is defined by the fact of ultimate cessation. still...
an embarrassment of blessings. just about reconciled. at this stage, i
am almost used to it save that cannot be, nope, never ever ever. won't
let that happen.
cool crisp air. fluffy clouds. the beauty, grace, and wonder, of her,
my lady. these things hush me, any racing of mind. quietude aloud, a
sweet sweet roaring stillness trailing and enfolding. solace shared.
the living church of earth in constant greeting. a sobering joy. the
constantly reassuring reality without insistence...
...some times my Intent is to not have one, for just a little while...
|
| | Friday, December 28th, 2007 | | 4:00 pm |
O. Rex
Eating The Earth (New World Entire Every Moment)
'The Mystery Freedom' - of the earth, as she is. of the living fire of
each moment... as ever, she gives us further possibilities of further
possibilities themselves...
the cascading curtain of aurora borealis is her skirt...
the history and evolution of clouds is writ large in her dirt...
the breath of life, in utter inhalation, inspiration
-we take her in and consume her -in roaring flames
-then expelling silent smoke, spewing ashes, expiring wisps...
...we cover her over, and emtomb her with our proud dominion.
our mother planet lives on yet, despite us.
we are but part of her, with little belief.
little vision. little love. no understanding.
she whispers to us still, cooing wisdom, in her ever innate grace.
telling us of the vast good, the great differences, that can be...
-={0}=-
she tells us of the things we deny, those things we know not
that exist within and without, and of that that can be.
-={0}=-
she tells us things we will not hear.
-={0}=-
she tells us this is our only opportunity to know, to go,
and become among the vastly greater host.
-={0}=-
she tells us she is the offer itself, her skirt ever raised high...
...and so then leaves us with it... the mystery freedom.
we are all her, all her voice, and so commanded to author en masse'... |
| | Friday, December 21st, 2007 | | 8:57 am |
Means To A Beginning
"There are a lot of ways to practice the art of journalism, and one of
them is to use your art like a hammer to destroy the right people -
who are almost always your enemies, for one reason or another, and who
usually deserve to be crippled because they are wrong."
--Hunter S. Thompson
|
| | Friday, December 14th, 2007 | | 8:23 pm |
the grip of a place
Unbroken Lines (Of Indistinct Significance)
"What's that in his hand?"
"Some kind of McGuffney. A device. To make you ask questions."
"What's up with his hair?"
"It's on fire..."
"And where is he?"
"Some Bukavhad Rut temple... Small one, out in the country."
"What's that, like a cult?"
"Maybe. A religion, like any I guess. Over 350 years old."
"What's it based on?"
"Reality. As they know it..."
"No book?"
"No book."
strange movies carry us over lands we never knew of across borders we
didn't know existed to places we would never imagine, even strangely.
confectionary: novel recognitions of reality, the strange of the new.
island island (slap of wave)
this was here before there was virtual reality.
i rarely ever came here. ramshackle place. time oozes through slowly
as if not at all and one forgets it's passing. the cool breezes, the
salty air, the timeworn surfaces. it's all so narcotic. & stranger
than we can imagine.
in this wilderness, a generation has passed. personas great and meek
anonymously bypassed, entire universes so missed. i just remember the
names, and faces. anciently dated images, memories. years have passed.
forgotten names, forgotten faces. hundreds of characters never met...
and the tides ticked on regardless. and hundreds of gulls, and clouds,
passed over here that i never saw. and if john barth ever sailed by, i
missed it... |
| | Saturday, November 24th, 2007 | | 10:13 pm |
You Are Your Favorites List
The confluence of Rollerball and Death Race 2000 is
interesting... Both are from 1972, and I saw them both
about the same time. Both are placed in some near future
-like *now*, and speak of similar themes of corporatism
and American Empire and anti-individualism and prodeath.
-={0}=-
This clip here is fairly fictive but still speaks of a
truth that belies all that. Earth has her own comment.
Yes, all this dates me, which is at it should be. There
are simple thematic patterns of taste coarsely revealed
here, however I was quite conscious of that as ever: I
take care in what I consume. Simple judiciousness. This
clip for me represents 1980, and Matt Howarth, who blew
the lid off for me in many ways. The Hawkwind additions
are also of his influence. Bless you, Matt, for many
things... This clip was gutbustingly funny to me. But I
do believe I was tripping at the time, or at least just
coming down.
|
| | Wednesday, November 21st, 2007 | | 6:14 pm |
Insane Planet
mad with power, the drunken freely continue to exercise
it's twisted will upon the country.
edmund burke notwithstanding. or franklin or jefferson
or paine, or even martin luther or john locke for that
matter, never mind your thomas merton.
...so here we are...
little point noting further; all is known by those who
would care. outrage overload is now long passe' and we
fail to be further astonished. we are outlawed now in
any case. nothing new. my conscience is satisfied for
the nonce and i eschew the pointless.
i have a new page. a simple page.
a freely open-ended proposition. i just want to do
art and words upon the joy of not having offed myself.
the joy of the love about me. my friend's, my wife's.
a simple page. a very long simple page. utterly free.
as i have happily done before many times. selah.
no politics. whatever freedom is left shall be used.
let us be here for the joy. there is no fun but the fun.
 "A little-noticed anti-terrorism bill quietly making
its through Congress is raising fears of a new affront
on activism and constitutional rights.
The Violent Radicalization and Homegrown Terrorism
Prevention Act was passed in an overwhelming
400 to six House vote last month. Critics say it
could herald a new government crackdown on dissident
activity under the guise of fighting terrorism." |
| | Saturday, October 27th, 2007 | | 1:29 pm |
Just Say No
10/25/07 11:55pm: Chalmers Johnson
http://www.alternet.org/audits/65838/?page=entire
Bush's Response to 9/11 Was Deadlier
Than the Attacks Themselves
By Chalmers Johnson, Tomdispatch.com. Posted October 24, 2007:
'There is, I believe, only one solution to the crisis we
face. The American people must make the decision to
dismantle both the empire that has been created in their
name and the huge, still growing military establishment
that undergirds it. It is a task at least comparable
to that undertaken by the British government when,
after World War II, it liquidated the British Empire.
By doing so, Britain avoided the fate of the Roman
Republic -- becoming a domestic tyranny and losing its
democracy, as would have been required if it had
continued to try to dominate much of the world by force.
To take up these subjects, however, moves the discussion
into largely unexplored territory. For now, Holmes has
done a wonderful job of clearing the underbrush and
preparing the way for the public to address this more
or less taboo subject.'
The drunken sheer selfrighteous hubris of the PNAC crowd
is not new. It is as old as the alcohol that fuels the
belligerent culture of that spirit, the military culture.
Chalmers' 'Blowback' trilogy began before Iraq, before
Ron Paul ever brought that CIA term to the public
discourse. His conclusion's recommendation speaks to the
heart of the real issue at hand, dissolution of the ego.
 |
| | Wednesday, October 17th, 2007 | | 12:32 am |
Integrity (you-must-be-willing-to-walk-your-talk)
As belligerence is further and further promulgated in our
culture, itself being dumbed down to passively facilitate
such coarse course -and conformity supports what such
passivity enables -we are tasked to not respond in kind.
Like a battered spouse, we must recognise what we face in
a nation of childish drunks; our own adult sobriety.
Rule#1: Check your own attitude first.
At issue is Ego, no more. Littleness itself continues
forever unabated, no matter Reich's very words on such so
many years ago. Jolly West was no help...
Dissolution of the Ego is violently opposed, lest we ever
forget what it threatens. Liberty? Power.
|
| | Thursday, October 11th, 2007 | | 3:07 am |
A Democratic Empire Is A Contradiction In Terms
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<john> To the annoyance of the Bantu, the pygmies
irreverently mock the solemn rites of the latter and
their sense of sin.
<marshall> Another vantage point from which to test the
difference between hot and cold media is the practical
joke.
<bula> If the wave function does not collapse, the "thing"
it describes exists in two universes simultaneously.
<antero> You are all here on trial for the same reason and
that is this.
<morgan> First priority must be relieving any physical
pain you may be in, if the means are at hand, so that you
can think more clearly.
<terry> You know, people tend to complain there's no
adventure left in the world, the world is devoid of
challenge.
<bob> The third aspect is the social belief system which
has been generated by...the expectation of space victors.
<celia> Does this sound like settling down happily within
your finiteness?
<celia> That is what the word means, and it is that to
which the words Kingdom of God and Divine Providence point.
<tim> There is no god (in the singular) except you at the
moment.
...Unimpeachable speech. In 1977, I did a single semester at
Miami-Dade Community College, where I took a grammar course
called Transformative-Generative Grammar, as taught by
Prof. Artz, who spent weeks prefacing it with a history of
language. The sheer contrast between it and traditional
grammar revealed the essence of grammar between them, which
goes to the heart of thinking itself. Noam Chomsky then had
enlightened me for the first time...
Howard Zinn & Noam Chomsky: LOTR Commentary
Zinn: You view the conflict as being primarily about
pipe-weed, do you not?
Chomsky: Well, what we see here, in Hobbiton, farmers
tilling crops. The thing to remember is that the crop they
are tilling is, in fact, pipe-weed, an addictive drug
transported and sold throughout Middle Earth for great
profit....
Zinn: Well, you know, it would be manifestly difficult to
believe in magic rings unless everyone was high on
pipe-weed. So it is in Gandalf's interest to keep Middle
Earth hooked.
The Sovereignty Of The Individual Remains Primary.
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| | Thursday, September 27th, 2007 | | 5:31 am |
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| | Friday, September 21st, 2007 | | 3:19 am |
KH-13 Disposed?? Schism In US Military?? Warren Buffet??? Pravda For News???? Loose Nukes Too? oy vey.....
American Spy Satellite Downed In Peru
As Us Nuclear Attack On Iran Thwarted.
http://english.pravda.ru/opinion/feedback/97410-0 /
hedgetrimmer (1000+ posts) Fri Sep-21-07 01:30 AM:
Source: PRAVDA.Ru
Russian Military Intelligence Analysts are reporting
today that one of the United States most secretive spy
satellites, the KH-13, targeting Iran was 'destroyed in
its orbit' with its main power generator powered by the
radioactive isotope Pu-238 surviving re-entry and
crashing in a remote region of the South American
Nation of Peru, and where hundreds are reported to be
ill from radiation poisoning.
Most astonishing about these reports, however, are that
they state that it was the Americans themselves who
destroyed their own spy satellite with the attack upon
it being made by the United States Air Forces' 30th
Space Wing located at Vandenberg Air Force Base in
California. This incident further fuels the intrigue
involving the United States War Leaders plans to attack
Iran in their attempt to engulf the entire Middle East
in Total War, but, against which, according to Russian
Military Intelligence Analysts, a 'high ranking and
significant' faction of the American Military
Establishment is opposed to.
This can be further evidenced by this past few weeks
unprecedented announcement by the United States Air
Force that 6 nuclear armed cruise missiles were
removed, without authorization, from their secure
holding facility, located in North Dakota at the Minot
Air Force Base, and flown to Barksdale Air Force Base,
located in Louisiana, where they were left
'unattended' for 'nearly 10 hours'.
...
A meteorite "wouldn't get much gas out of the earth,"
said Marvin, who has studied the objects since 1961 at
the Smithsonian Astrophysical Observatory in
Massachusetts. "It's a very superficial thing."
...
Though the rival American power blocs do seem to have
maintained their uneasy truce, and which have, to date,
prevented further attacks within the United States
itself, these latest events, according to these
reports, appear to show that this truce is now breaking
down over threats and planning by the American War
Leaders to attack Iran, and which Russia has warned
would be 'catastrophic'.
What remains unknown to us, at this time, is what
counter-planning the American War Leaders have in store
for furthering their war aims against Iran as the
United States Military have 'clearly signaled' that it
will not allow nuclear weapons to be used, even to the
extent of denying to their War Leaders one of their
most prized spy satellites used to guide their nuclear
cruise missiles to their intended Iranian targets.
As the American peoples desire for war appears to be
exhausted, and with new polls showing their President
and Congress' approval ratings at 'record lows', these
reports paint a frightening picture of an American War
Leadership determined to engulf the entire World in
Total War in order to perpetuate their hegemony.
Not since last century's German Nazi and Japanese
Empire's has the World seen such naked aggression
towards the capture of the Earth's resources, and which
caused the deaths of nearly 100 million people, but
which the United States and its Western Allies now seem
determined to see through to its brutal, and bloody end.
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| | Thursday, September 20th, 2007 | | 10:26 pm |
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