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And if you remember this, you are both old and hep:
Singing works… even without mics.
I am enjoying watching RFK,Jr. smoke everything that opposes him. The electoral consequence of his candidacy doesn’t interest me. I just like his style.
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“Progozhin demands 200k men and a new army under his command”
That’s so cute! I would not be too surprised if Putin said: “Here. Have Ukraine. It’s yours. You won it fair and square. Step outside its borders and I’ll burn you creeps alive. Literally.”
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One can clearl;y see that Peter Hotez is rather special:
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Michael Reid: Life ahead will look like your closest friends or at least allies. Death will look like their absence.
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“The survivors will mainly be children, teenagers and some of the young adults who were unvaccinated, resulting in the sort of demographic unable to rebuild civilization”
Well, that’s one benefit. I’ve had enough civilization. Besides, we hardly have anything left to rebuild a civilization whose infrastructure we already cannot even maintain.
Let Us Tend Our Own Gardens… I’m sick of skyscrapers. And stiletto heels. And ubiquitous tattoos. My kids will miss recorded music but they’ll learn to sing and play tunes on guitars and such.
And there was day
And there was night
And there was dark
And there was light
There was the earth
There was the sky
And there in the tree
There crawled a lie[Verse 2]
There in Eden
There was good (There in Eden there was good)
There in the garden
Where the Tree of Life stood (There in the garden where the Tree of Life stood)
There the snake was
There was pain (There the snake was there was pain)
And we’re tryin’ to get back
In the garden again (We’re tryin’ to get back in the garden again)[Vocal solo]
[Verse 3]
There was fire
There was rain
There was talk
There was shame
They were moanin’
They were cryin’ (Moanin’, they were cryin’)
But there still is a glimmer
In the big man’s eye (Still is a glimmer in the big man’s eye)***
After all, to live or die is the primary and also ultimate lifestyle choice, and we’re all about lifestyle choices.
There were at least 13,500 cases of medically assisted suicide in Canada in 2022 fiscal year, up from just over 10,000 the year before, activists from the group Euthanasia Prevention Coalition (EPC) have revealed.
Euthanasia rates are “skyrocketing,” the group’s director Alex Schadenberg told the Daily Mail on Wednesday, because the procedure has been normalized by a “heavy promotion of MAiD in our medical system.” MAiD stands for “medical assistance in dying.”
“Every major healthcare institution has a MAiD team which will literally approach everyone who may qualify for MAiD and ask them if they want to die,” Schadenberg said. “If you’re going to pay people to be on a MAiD team, they will sell what they are offering.”
from RT article about Canada
The ultimate market state in which everything that can be marketed and sold to you will — including your own death. We don’t know how to cooperate. We know how to sell and be sold to.
It all comes down to how slick the ad is versus how sharp is your mind. Ask your doctor if dying is right for you.
u picked the fight, jb-hb. While you’re savvy enough to mostly figure when you’ve had your ass kicked, you’re still not getting that it’s usually because you asked for it.
but fwiw, theories become established as canonic dogma (albeit ever pending further review as needed) as they will. All a theory is is a hypothesis/es that survive the first elimination round. Anthro climate disruption has gotten that far. It’s just a theory. For that matter, evolution is just a theory. It works well here, not so well there.
Theories come and go. They can be interesting and useful whether one believes them or not. Me, I stick with the original hypotheses. They can be wove together a number of ways…
“Orlov may be right that it does not matter who our President is, but I am not quite ready to go there, having been indoctrinated into a sentimental attachment to the White House.
While a president, however good, can’t fix our problems, the hard times these problems are causing will want real leadership to get people through the rapids. Times get really hard, people suddenly crave real leadership. We might actually get one yet.
And it could be fun: “Why should I vote for a Kennedy brat?”
“Cuz he’s not Biden and he’s not Trump. Any other questions? Have a nice day and I hope we get your vote.”
“Yes, and ALL OF IT WASTES MORE CO2. ”
EVERY thing humans do involves creation of C02. It’s our primary waste gas. It is not entirely implausible that adding the CO2 residue of burning 100 million barrels of oil a day will have some effect.
EVERY thing humans en masse do these days involves the burning of fossil fuels in ever greater amounts from a finite supply. Period. Why do we even talk about this stuff? It certainly isn’t because we’re interested in the science.
You call this hooting around a campfire? We sound like Furbies running an AI virus scan.
“And, yet, the Bitcoin is the lifeline and the way of the future?”
It just occurred to me per this remark that bitcoin is ultimately a religion, a form of faith. We’ve already enshrined Mammon as our God of Everything, now we just seek the currency that has been granted the latest official Divine Right to Rule.
“The scientific method has not been applied in such a way as to prove that carbon dioxide is causing the Earth to warm… I am firmly of the belief that the future will show that this whole hysteria over climate change was a complete fabrication.”
It is nice that he separates the “hysteria over” climate change from the basic hypotheses comprising the basis if anthropogenic global climate disruption theory.
Elsewhere, we read: “Patrick Albert Moore (born June 15, 1947) is a Canadian industry consultant, former activist, and past president of Greenpeace Canada. Since leaving Greenpeace in 1986,[2] Moore has criticized the environmental movement for what he sees as scare tactics and disinformation, saying that the environmental movement “abandoned science and logic in favor of emotion and sensationalism”.”
The mid-1980s was when Hollywood and the more-or-less tabloid mediaplex surrounding it, discovered the environment. Money was made abundantly available. Greenpeace et al were a “success”, “mainstream”, “legit”… in other words, a successful sellout.
I remember when anthropogenic climate disruption was a cautionary concept, not an hysterical proscription.
I both tremble with fear and giggle with glee as I throw out this raw chum to the crowd:
“Waterworld is a 1995 American post-apocalyptic action film directed by Kevin Reynolds and co-written by Peter Rader and David Twohy. It was based on Rader’s original 1986 screenplay and stars Kevin Costner, who also produced it with Charles Gordon and John Davis. It was distributed by Universal Pictures.”…”The most expensive film ever made at the time, Waterworld was released” in 1995.
“Writer Peter Rader came up with the idea for Waterworld during a conversation with Brad Krevoy where they discussed creating a Mad Max rip-off.”
“In July 2021, it was announced Universal Cable Productions was in early development on a follow-up TV series to be directed by Dan Trachtenberg.[46]” Our culture has run out of not just fossil fuels and nearly all of Eden’s hereditary low-hanging fruit, but it has run out of dreams.
Richard Thompson said something wise about day dreaming and dreaming in general, noting how 24/7 on-demand video was stripping our younguns of their agility to just daydream.
Meat and Sugar and Water: the stuff that dreams are made of
They seem crass but they stare death in the face every day and can therefore recognize life for what it essentially is.
We lack this capacity. We have in fact become so lost we can hardly recognize gender as THE binding agent, via reproduction, of the species.
A life spent hunting with dogs and fellow specie friends. Rudimentary singing around the fire. Good days, bad days. Good luck, bad luck. One is free to invent one’s very own personal chocolate Jesus… or not, as it pleases one’s fancy. Nothing is serious but what IS serious: meat, honey, water, shade, shelter, warmth, comrades, a preference for good times over bad times.
Yes, I am atavistic. Some people confuse atavism with degeneracy although degeneracy is more closely associated with “progress” than primitivism. What’s another little mistake?
This seems apt somehow:
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Meanwhile, here’s a song for that overworked, underpaid, and generally unappreciated buncha younguns doing what work robots can’t as yet do for us:
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“There are other options.
Perhaps ignore the king”
Shhh! Don’t say that! The king might not hear you! 😉
I watched the recent footage of multiple knocked out Bradleys, possibly an AMX-10, and what is probably a Leopard 2.
Why the #%& are they so close together? Who on earth was in charge of that?
I just got finished rereading Von Mellenthin’s Panzer Battles last week. This is handling of armor that would have outraged him on the western front in 1944! Horrifying to competent leadership almost a century ago.
Some might think of it as planned obsolescence for the arms industry. Beginning with the idea of announcing a planned offensive like a movie premier at the Chinese Theater of war.
But since there is also a genuine globally relevant war happening, I’ll try being serious about armchair military analyses and suggest the not-solely-for=propaganda-purposes aspect of the Ukraine conflict ended when Zelenzky abandoned the motherland for another land(s).
*sigh* I miss “we’re turning the corner”
But c’mon, Biden, even genuinely clueless, doesn’t convey cluelessness as well as The Master
The road to hell, they say, is paved with good intentions.
We seek meaning in life. We want to understand. We want to make things better.
But in the end, all we seem able to do about anything outside our immediate selves, is obey the king or denounce the king. As a result, we spend an amazing amount of time forensically analyzing the emperor’s invisible clothes by their skid marks. We end up emulating this guy:
World run by pedophile rings? Ho-hum. Ask Herod and the people of Bethlehem circa 1BC. A historical shit stain is a historical shit stain. Obsessing on it strikes me as destructive as the actual staine du shite.
Take a moment, perhaps, and read about a real true decent good guy:
The Swedenborgian Nomadic Orchardist
Speaking of his Swedenborgian aspects: “He was a follower of Swedenborg and devoutly believed that the more he endured in this world the less he would have to suffer and the greater would be his happiness hereafter—he submitted to every privation with cheerfulness and content, believing that in so doing he was securing snug quarters hereafter.”
One could dismiss this as mere mystical masochism, but one could say the same about the simple act of being alive on such a crazy planet. I think there’s wise logic in Appleseed’s approach. If the whole thing is booby-trapped, the less mucking about, the less things blow up in our face.
What is the meaning of it all? We just returned from a few days in a rented McMansion on the Oregon Coast. PIcked up a few shells. Asked on just now, held it to my ear. It said: “Is That So?”
Must be.
“But The System does not care. Profits and growth are all that matter. Labor and capital are the only factors that exist. The environment has no economic function, hence it does not exist and can be ignored.”
I like this. It states the obvious without demanding there be villains to throw poo at. The System. The human condition. Life in the late Holocene. The great big unavoidable everything. God doing standup for an audience too terrified to laugh.
Here is some guitar:
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If we knew what to do to make it better even a little, what would we do? All I’ve accomplished that wasn’t a net fiasco was to ask someone if I could help. It usually works better when I stop pretending that I Know Best. But that pretension is very enduring.
Meanwhile, the Holocene epoch comes to a close. Morally, I am greatly relieved. Ego-physically, I am terrified. The two meet me in the middle and contrive sordid deals to save my soul like Roman soldiers casting lots for Jesus’ garments.
But I remember coming off the line, young and strong, ages ago. Eighteen: the slingshot years Gotta admit: the human condition is one exhilarating ride.
“Website hosting Hunter Biden photo archive shut down for distributing child porn.”
We are now officially in another dimension.
“Reports of an AI drone that ‘killed’ its operator are pure fiction
It has been widely reported that a US Air Force drone went rogue and “killed” its operator in a simulation, sparking fears of an AI revolution – but this simulation never took place. Why are we so quick to believe AI horror stories?”““A US Air Force officer helping to spearhead the service’s work on artificial intelligence & machine learning says that a simulated test saw a drone attack its human controllers after deciding on its own that they were getting in the way of its mission.””
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What happened in 1971? I learned how to masturbate. 15 years old is a way late start, but I was raised a good Mormon boy.
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I think Putin/Lukashenko’s offer to provide nukes for those joining their anti-NATO is brilliant and necessary.
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I see we’re still bemoaning the fact that rich and powerful people who don’t care about us don’t run things the way we like. But… that’s how they became rich and powerful in the first place.
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Next: rich guy Musk copmments on rich guy Roger Waters commenting on rich guy RFK, Jr.
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Oh, whatever. Fire up the still and live a bit.
“@ Bosco-tastic – TVASF – it ain’t no “prediction”.
It’s an observation of fact.”Everyone is so fucked, including you. It’s a fact. But you seem to glory in it. Weird. It’s like watching chicken little getting all jiggy widdit:
“I’m convinced if I will ever let my mind go completely silent and not direct my thinking then in that holy instant awareness of God’s mind will come.”
It happens to me all the time but (what I will loosely call) ego insists on explaining and directing everything from the end of this sentence to the start of my next bowel movement. Individually, I can stand the toil and heartbreak of connecting/losing co0nnection/reconnecting. But it sets me at odds with virtually my entire culture and virtually everyone who thinks culture is good, yea, the human sine qua non.
Result: enlightenment is so sane it will drive you crazy. Used to be lots of mountains and wild places you could build monasteries in and escape the worst of culture. Now I suppose one has to settle for a monastic condominium.
Aye, music is… music is, like, the one language god speaks that we can almost understand.
When moonshine met guitars met electric amplifiers, heaven discovered a new recipe for holy heroin.
This song is of a very studied simplicity. Homesick knew music theory pretty well. I used to see Homesick in Chicago in the late 70s. He was drunk and playing badly one night, then some younger white boy with a harmonica sets in and soon they’re doing something like jazz a la Debussy.
I think a lot of blues men drank so much cuz they were sick of playing da blooz for fawning white audiences.
“How, in the name of Christ, can people not see or understand who is behind this destruction? Wale up Goyim, the chew wants you dead. Your children are being murdered. Personally, I’m tired of going to funerals…what will it take for people to open their eyes?”
I’d settle for you shutting your mouth, chewbait.
Before they began to be sacrificed, they had mastered the blues:
“Lukashenko offers nuclear weapons to nations willing ‘to join the Union State of Russia and Belarus’ … ““It’s very simple,” he added. “Join the Union State of Belarus and Russia. That’s all: there will be nuclear weapons for everyone.”” ”
Gonna be innarestin.
1963 was the end of the Republic morally and spiritually.
1971 was the end financially, the petro dollar was a kludge, a bandaid to keep the Shit Show going.
9/11 was the officially the start of full on Fascism, the Patriot Act introduced the term “Homeland’ which had never been part of the national political identity dialogue before.
I think that’s an accurate assessment. Not that we haven’t done this cycle several times since the colonies grew big enough to wield some geopolitical clout. But this time we’re doing it in an exhausted Not So New World depleted of most of its natural wealth. It’s like we’re doing a mirror inverse of the arc from 1865-1935.
“Homeland”, however, became popular vernacular via WWI. It is rapidly growing passe after peaking via 911:
If TPTB have their way (which I highly doubt), the new term will be something global.
Let me explain it in simple terms for us:
Mortal humans are So Very Fucked. They get sick and die after living in insecurity amid wars and famines and plagues and, omigod, Netflix binge-watches. Why do they even bother?
Women are especially fucked. They bleed. They become infected with new human life just for wanting to share physical intimacy. Why don’t they just get sterilized at age 13?
And short people. So fucked.
Post-modern humans in general are just so very fucked. They have lived their entire lives under the threat of nuclear annihilation that could come unexpectedly and is bound to happen eventually. They work literally insane jobs, then come home to watch scripted hallucinations on electronic media. Poor pomo humans: they are SO fucked.
We’re all kind of fucked. So what’s the point? Oh, yeah. Like Orwell said: All animals are fucked, but some are more fucked than others. Like, you know, the vaxxed. And women. And men. And microbes grown in petri dishes to Make the World Safe for Vaccination. Everyone and everything are more or less fucked. But wait! There’s more! Humans are assholes who don’t even bother looking once into the dying eyes of an animal killed for their benefit.
Fucked or not, some humans are more asshole than others. Which humans are more assholes than others! Why, the ones you’re pointing your finger at while hissing. It’s always more fun for humans, it seems, to pick on one group most of all. Man, I’m sure glad I’m not an appressed racial minority. Or a woman. But at least I’m not vaccinated. Does that mean I win something?
I do! Oh yeah! What is it?
(opens package) Hmmm….
Steenkeeng badges?!?!!!!!!!!! Man, this game sucks. No wonder people gripe so much.
The typical interpretation of schadenfreude is that it’s sadistic.. But it ultimately derives from fear, fear of whatever is happening to the person for whom one feels schadenfreude. I see it as less sadistic and more self-protective.
Whether it’s trashing America for being what it is (which is what we peasants made of it, since we do all the work, jah?) or gleefully predicting just how Fucked the Vaxxed Are, all I see is people running from their fear by throwing bad names at the object of their fear.
It creates a powerful habit of ignoring or attacking what frightens you. ‘Fight or flight’ is biologically sound behavior, but only for very short terms encounters (like the guy with the covax needle: hit that person or run away). Engaged chronically, they create a kind of cognitively reflexive (you know, zombie-jerk) fight or flight. This takes on a life of its own and pretty soon half the anti-vaxxers hate/fear the other half.
It creates an “issue”, and “issues” are TPTB’s primary entrancement/distraction method. They are the essence of divide’n’conquer.
There really are more distinctions between people than whether they’re vaxxed or whether they trash America enough/too much. Like: can I come to a mutually beneficial understanding with that person? Can we cooperate?
Or shall we just gather and gripe?
I understand the allure of griping. I’ve done my share and am obviously griping now. But it’s like some advice I gave my son a few weeks ago: Misery loves company. It loves to gather and share complaints, often competitively. But it’s still misery. For all that misery loves company, it is a thing to avoid.
So, seriously: have we nothing better to do here than repeat ad infinitum what we already know?
It smacks of disbelief. When Xtians gather together to sing en masse how their “God is real”, I do not hear confidence in the group factor. I hear insecurity, the fear that maybe God is not Real. When I read relentless remarks about How Fucked We/It/They Are, I see not confidence in what is proclaimed, but a bit of healthy doubt that is unhealthily shrouded by a mask, or aggressively shared is if it were some kind of vaccine that would protect you if you are willing to get vaccinated over and over and over…
You know, life is hard. Most of us were already pretty well fucked before covid entered the scene.But it’s soothing to many people to point the finger at others as if the bad thing causing fight/flight will follow their direction and inflict damage on other people, Duhmericans, for example, rather than themselves, who allegedly deserves better because of allegedly being superior.
it’s fascinating how we focus on the One Big Dude (or the .00001 per cent forming the TPTB) when we do 99.99999% of their dirty work for them:
On 24 May 1959, Duvalier suffered a massive heart attack, possibly due to an insulin overdose; he had been a diabetic since early adulthood and also suffered from heart disease and associated circulatory problems. During the heart attack, he was comatose for nine hours.[6]: 81–82 His physician believed that he had suffered neurological damage during these events, harming his mental health and perhaps explaining his subsequent actions.[6]: 82
While recovering, Duvalier left power in the hands of Clément Barbot, leader of the Tonton Macoute. Upon his return to work, Duvalier accused Barbot of trying to supplant him as president and had him imprisoned. In April 1963, Barbot was released and began plotting to remove Duvalier from office by kidnapping his children. The plot failed and Duvalier then ordered a nationwide search for Barbot and his fellow conspirators. During the search, Duvalier was told that Barbot had transformed himself into a black dog, which prompted Duvalier to order that all black dogs in Haiti be put to death. The Tonton Macoute captured and killed Barbot in July 1963. In other incidents, Duvalier ordered the head of an executed rebel packed in ice and brought to him so he could commune with the dead man’s spirit.[25] Peepholes were carved into the walls of the interrogation chambers, through which Duvalier watched Haitian detainees being tortured and submerged in baths of sulfuric acid; sometimes, he was in the room during the torture.[26] (emphasis mine)
But who does the torturing, the arresting, the kidnapping, etc? Us, following orders. Behoold:
“The short answer is it hasn’t, yet scientists must give the Big Club the benefit of the doubt by pretending it is due to negligence or oversight, lest they become a target and get smashed.” (emphasis mine)
And if just 100 of those scientists spoke up, they would become the targeting smasher. Only things that we MUST do are: a) live, until b) we die. The rest is entirely up to you… along with the consequences.
I will note how important it seems to some of us to denounce others, to be negatively clever, as if that will somehow do anything good. As if they will somehow respond usefully to being treated as sacrificial cattle not just by blind arrogant bureaucrats but by their neighbors, vaxxed against the unvaxxed et vice-versa.
I especially marvel how many of us try to prove how things are really Worse Than They Seem, a weird predictive race to the bottom. Times were hard under Herod in Judea about 2020-30 years ago. People were publicly crucified pert near daily. Nonetheless, some wise guy of those times famously said this: “Therefore don’t be anxious for tomorrow,
for tomorrow will be anxious for itself.
Each day’s own evil is sufficient.” Matthew 6:34A man falls into quicksand, he can come out safely if he doesn’t wallow in the stuff. But flailing about, hollering how awful it is, will likely drown you in sand slurry.
“One accusation which should be of concern to Russia is that the senior military are incompetents more interested in lining their own pockets. This is not tolerable in this situation and would need to be remedied if true.”
However, that is the situation most of the time. In USA, it was true of the Revolutionary War, Civil War, WWI, WWII, etc. etc.
“In India monkeys are sacred but gangs of them in cities can cause havoc. They found that if they shaved the leader the gang would disband. Perhaps the leader of the West is ‘being shaved’!”
Oh, thank you. Indeed. The internet has earned its keep again. I can leave it alone for awhile. Info I can actually use!
It’s official:
“LONDON, May 25, 2023–(BUSINESS WIRE)–Palantir Technologies Inc and the Ministry of Digital Transformation of Ukraine have today announced a partnership that will help enable the company’s technology to support the defense and reconstruction of the country in the wake of the Russian invasion.”
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Why yes, Oroboros, we had noticed (bosco, madamski, even citizen x), that stupid people do stupid things. After all, stupid is as stupid does. But what, pray tell, is so wonderfully non-stupid about pointing out the glaringly obvious? Doofuses are as old as humanity, and yes, we have created an environment that encourages stupidity as a fundamental economic driver and agent of social cohesion. Whatevs. We’re amateurs at it. The Egyptians did this shit for millennia. People moved monster rocks many miles only to stack them into royal rubix cubes. For millennia. Talk about mass formation hypnosis.
We do what we’re told, but this habit is based on something even more fundamental: we are creatures of habit, period.
Your primary, your fundamental habit here at TAE, Oroboros, is incessant bitching and mocking of those unfortunate enough to be less brave and informed as you (and I feel like bitching about that, so there). You’re like a pharaonic empire of one, stacking a seemingly endless pile of stupid evil rocks in monument to the Stupidity of Others. It’s almost like a temple. That’s impressive in a way but, like the Egyptian thing, kinda repetitious after awhile: oh, look! Another pyramid.
Maybe add some diversity to your profile? Not just because repetition is, well, boring, but because insulting sheeple does not sway them but, if anything, enrages them, cuz 50,000,000 Covid Fans Can’t Be Wrong.
So it’s not only kinda boring despite often very clever memes, and wearisome, and relentlessly, needlessly bitter (like a Bible-beaten Baptist), but it’s also — dare I say it? kinda stupid.
Lighten up a bit? You make 1920s die-hard Lenin-Marxists sound downright jolly.
But that’s just me. Ya gotta do what floats your boat.
Our dog, Junebug, whom I let free-range as much as possible, is steadily domesticating the neighborhood, bringing people out of their shells and together. I learn a lot from animals these days. Humans? Stupid or genius, they all say more or less the same thing. But animals, animals are really smart bastards. Still alive here in the late Holocene!
P.S. Dumb youtube vid title:
“When Jesus’ Tomb Was Opened For The First Time, Scientists Made A Groundbreaking Discovery”
Almost as good as USMarines Beat Off Viet Cong in Hand to Hand Combat.
Despite his obvious love of and gift for music, I’ve always seen Bowie as an essentially visual artist:
We speak of libido and thanatos as if they were seperate things rather than mutually reflecting poles of the same. Sooner or later, I’m liable to take sick and die. People will try to deny me a simple honest death. I am prepared to laugh them into submission by explaining how I’ll kill the first person who tries to save me. ‘I am prepared to commit murder if that’s what it takes to commit suicide. Nonetheless, I’ll live longer than you.’ Nervous laughter, I suppose. Humor is so powerful. The ultimate taser. Ha. Imagine a weak old man nonetheless managing to rip out your wrist veins with what’s left of his snaggle-teeth.
Either way, Bowie’s burlap mask is awesome. I want one.
Yevgeny Prigozhin is imo a very dark and unsavory individual. It would not much surprise me to see him and Zelensky making nice-nice.
But… but… without money, we’d have to trust each other. We’d have to verify. We’d have to be engaged in the process outside pettily toiling for $$/spending $$ on what’s offered. McDollars for McBurgers, etc. Without money, we’d have to take each other seriously… stop laughing. This is serious.
If in money we trust
And you bite the dust
And it’s not enough
If in money you trust
But it’s not enough
And you bite the dust
If in money you trust
Where’s god?If in money we trust
If in money we trust
No substitute
When god is dead
And it’s not enough
Then in money you trust
Then they call the bluff
When god is dead
And money’s not enough
In what do you trust
When it’s not enough?
Where’s god?
When god is dead
And it’s not enough
What substitute
What substitute
When god is dead
And it’s not enough
When god is dead
And it’s not enough
If in money you trust
If in money you trust
But it’s not enough
Then you call the bluff
Where’s god?
No substitute
No substitute
You’ve got to think it through again***
“We are all just procrastinated corpses, discombobulated by the pungent smell of immortality.”
Nihilism should not be confused with mortality any more than ancestor worship should be confused with necrophilia; and death should not be confused with cessation of awareness itself.
Stop Me If You’ve Heard This One Before…
“A man walks into a bar and leaves before his ashes hit the floor
Stop me if I ever get that far
The sun’s a desperate star that burns like every single one before”***
P.S. I wouldn’t trust Steve Milloy to put proper PSI in my tires.
“My friend says the chemical warfare sodiers were flying towards East Asia and/or Asia-Pacific area, not Europe.”
Probably Guam.
