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Another Foggy Moment
These are the continuing adventures of a typical resident
of the self-proclaimed center of the Pugetopolis universe -
Seattle. Most are true stories but some are made of whole-
cloth. I ain't the Mayor, the Governor or a Big Shot. Just
another Working Stiff with a Bad Attitude.
THIS AIN'T NO STINK'N BLOG
WARNING: This is not a Child-Proof Neighborhood.
If you're a kid - scram!, beat it! you little
punk before your Old Lady catches you and calls
the cops. They'll throw you in the Big House in
Walla Walla and won't let you out until you're
89 years old. There. Don't say I didn't warn you.
- 475 -
"The Days" (1886)
Thomas Wilmer Dewing, American, 1851-1938
A lovely summer's week of overcast skies, cool temperatures and
a bit of rain. Just the way I like it. For the first time in a
few years, we managed to make it all the way through summer
without a single 100-degree day. I've noticed a lot of humming-
birds lately for some reason. Not the dainty, colorful little
things but larger, buff-colored ones so common here. The recent
hot spell had the trees dropping a few leaves to conserve water.
The horse-chestnut trees spikey nut-balls are just about full
size now and will soon begin dropping. All in all, the worm
has clearly turned and summer is over. Fall is my favorite time
I'm standing there leaning up against a light post during my smoke
break when this black guy comes along wanting to bum a smoke off
me. He's got a gimpy leg and looks pretty pathetic. Unable to think
of any reason to make his life any worse than it was, I gave him
one. We got to talking. He was originally from LA and moved here
about 15 years ago. Because of his gimpy leg, work was hard to
come by and he was homeless for the first few years here. He said
he's a barber which must be a bit tough having to stand on that
leg all the time. Nowadays he cuts hair for the homeless just for a
donation. Anyways...it was tough sleding at first but as long as
he could get something to eat he could put up with it. He said in
LA the food situation really sucked. The free soup kitchens were
just that - SOUP kitchens. They didn't give people real food to
eat. It may have just been an 80's thing since the Ronny Ray Gun
Recession was raging and the soup-kitchens had a lot more customers
to feed than usual. It may also have been before rich people could
get a tax write-off for donating to charities like soup kitchens.
Here in Seattle it was much better. Places like Union Gospel Mission
provide stuff people can bite into. He was now living in one of
Plymouth Housing's buidings. They renovate old hotels downtown
and turn them into subsidized housing places. For some reason he
was hesitant to acknowlege Plymouth. It's possible if not likely
that he didn't know they were his landlord. Even after 15 years
here he hated the rain and the cold. I told him I loved both and
it made him laugh. Time for me to get back to work. After a hand-
shake and a "nice chatting wit you", he shuffled off and I went
back to my warm building, dry cubicle and snacks in the lunchroom.
Shit happens sometimes. People deal with it as best they can. I
got lucky. He didn't. It may be a different story tomorrow.
Chief Wife Beater and Ranking Uncle Tom on Hooterville City
Council, Dickie McIvars, got oppressed by Whitey again this
week. Nope. He didn't get caught banging on his Old Lady again.
Nope. He didn't caught slipping city contracts to his pals again.
This time he got caught dipping into tax money to pay off his
fines. I mean, what in the hell is that all about? He's a taxpayer
too. He's entitled to help himself to his own money. And he's a
faithful developer whore no less deserving of "gratuities" than
any of the rest of the developer whores on City Council. Is it
just because he's black? Is that it? Huh? Damn straight Jack!
The Honkies got it in for him because of his black skin. By the
end of the week he had to cough up $1,000 out of his own pocket
to get them off his burdened-by-slavery back. Sheeeeet! It's
enough to make a man want to kick his Old Lady's ass.
Speaking of City Hall...
Mayor Paul Allen's favorite cross-dressing lap-boy, Nanny Nickles,
was up to more dumbfuckery this week. Lacking enough brains to
deal with the city's real problems: traffic gridlock, lack of
affordable housing, homeless people dying on our streets - he's
been trying to divert attention from his failures with a series
of really stoopid ideas. Like a bag tax. Oh well. That one appears
to be on the back burner and headed for a vote where it will get
the fate it deserves: death. Now he wants all the garbage dumpsters
out of the back alleys. Actually he's taking a page out of Uncle
Dickie's playbook with a scam to throw a few Bucks to his pals
at CityScapes. No doubt in return for "future considerations"
involving his bank account. Garbage in the back alley is an old
American tradition. Being from England, Nanny probably doesn't
know that. We like garbage in the back alleys. That's where it
belongs. My back-alley doesn't stink; apparently Nanny's does.
Maybe he should just change his shorts a little more often. You
can see where this is going, can't you? Next thing he'll come up
with is a garbage tax. It'll be illegal to throw anything away
unless you buy a licence from City Hall. See. If we just gave him
his tunnel none of this would be happening. He's punishing us for
our infidelity. All and all, it would be a lot easier and cheaper
to just remove Nanny from City Hall and send his fat ass packing
back to England. Tell Mayor Allen to find himself a new lap-boy.
Preferably one with more brains than hair this time.
You really gotta wonder why anybody shops at Safeway. Their stores
are such grubby, mismanaged dumps. QFC has a far better selection,
the prices are about the same, the quality is much better and the
stores look nice. The service sucks about as bad. This is, afterall,
Seattle - home of shitty service. No, I don't own any QFC stock nor
am I employed there. My only relationship with them as a customer.
They are simply far better than Safeway by a country mile. I suppose
if Safeway finally did go tits up, the lack of competition would
change QFC's attitude. But I think it's doubtful Safeway is even
competitive right now. QFC always seems a lot busier. The only places
where Safeway is busy are places where there is no competition. Like
that ugly, little beer-store in the U District. It isn't just the
deliberate diddling of stuff to create high prices, the generally
low quality of their produce, their staff are weird too. For many
years I've seen the same faces behind the tills/counters. People,
usually women, who've been working there for well over a decade
without promotion. You'd think the Losers would realize at some
point that Safeway is just ripping them off, stealing their life,
screwing them over. Many of them look like they've had the life
sucked out of them. They truely look pathetic. They're trapped
like rats in a job they hate, with customers they hate, with a
boss who ranks their value below dog food. Safeway stores give
off bad vibes like shit gives off a bad smell.
Howie "Starbucks" Schultz dropped his nuisance lawsuit against
the Oakies for buying the NBA Sonics. It was baseless. Only
the State Bar's deference towards his money allowed him to even
get away with filing it. Fact is: he made a financial killing
selling the Sonics. Not a cent of which went to helping those
who wanted to keep the team here. And he sure as hell doesn't
want the team back nor is he even vaguely interested in giving
the Oakies their money back. He screwed Seattle REAL good and
is laughing at the local hayseeds all the way to the bank. Best
of all, the dumbasses keep patronizing his stoopid coffee-shops.
That's the beauty of living in a Hicktown - the Gomers are too
retarded to even know when they're getting screwed. It's like
everybody in Seattle is walking around with a big "Please Fuck
Me In The Ass" sign on their back.
Another Seattle cop got caught lying his ass off. This time
it was out-of-state where he murdered another man - a biker
in the Dakotas during a gang event in which the cop was
participating. Lying and Seattle cops goes together like
peanut butter and jam, hotdogs and ketchup, shit and toilet
paper. Everytime they get into trouble, they lie. It's nearly
automatic. Only a King County Inferior Court judge would be
stoopid enough to believe anything our cops say. Out of state
judges apparently have higher standards. Officer Friendly's
tit is now in the ringer. He's facing a murder rap. It was
curious he invoked the King County magic phrase in his defense.
"I feared for my life". He was packing a gun at the time. If
he was afraid it wasn't because he couldn't defend himself;
it was because he's just naturally chickenshit. I'd love to
see them hang his ass high. There is no conceivable circumstance
under which I would need or want a cop's assistance. None. Nada.
Here they come again. The beggers are at our door. United Way is
kicking off its annual fund raising campaign. They're using the
NFL Seahawks a lot in their literature this year. Or are the
Seahawks using them? It's always a bit ambiguous when Big People
use Little People. And their big selling point this year is
"efficency" - 96 cents of every Buck you give them goes directly
to helping the poor/needy/etc. Which is a bit deceptive. I might
add DELIBERATELY deceptive (as in fraud). In the old days when
they were just a fund-raiser for existing agencies, the concept
might have held water. But nowadays they reduced the size of their
grants to agencies and diverted the money to in-house programs.
Which is to say - to themselves. Close to 50-cents of every dollar
you give them goes right back into their own pocket for bullshit
like their annual one-day give away of donated junk to the homeless.
They don't even buy what they give away. One day a year won't do
squat to end homelessness but it is a minimal way to make it LOOK
like you're helping the homeless. Impressions are sooooo important
especially when you're using them to raise money. Apparently they
don't count the in-house as seperate. It's lumped in with the grants
to outside agencies. United Way is, in fact, a legal tax-dodge for
the Super Rich. A way for them to hide their money from the taxman
so that you and me have to pick up their slack. That's why United
Way is run by a former investment banker instead someone who knows
something about fighting poverty. He speaks the lingo of the Super
Rich and is sensitive to their financial needs. A poverty-fighter
would be too sensitive to the needs of the poor and probably not
show proper deference to the Super Rich. United Way's board, made
up of local Rich Boyz and well-off Boeing union execs, wouldn't
like that. The money working people donate to United Way is just
chump-change compared to what Howard 'Starbucks" Schultz, Mr. Car
Toys and others Richy Rich Boyz donate. Most of it is wasted on
the in-house impression-making bullshit and goes into the pockets
of the poverty bureaucrats instead of to the poor. Needless to say,
I don't donate to United Way anymore. When they stop raking off
for self-promotion BS then maybe I'll change my mind. Until then,
there are plenty of alternatives.
Amazon came out with a new toy recently - the Kindle. It's an
electronic book and costs around $400. Quite a bit larger than
an iPod, it apparently can only read. It looks cheap and bulky.
Like something from the 80's. It doesn't look like they put much
thought into the design. Presumedly they put a little more
thought into the stuff inside it but I wouldn't bet on it. After
my recent experience with an iPod Touch, I'd stick with that and
skip the Kindle. Depending on how much memory you get, the Touch
would be a bit less or a bit more expensive but it can do far more.
And it's small enough to fit in your shirt pocket. The Kindle most
decidely isn't. I was mildly surprised at how irrelevant the
Touch's relatively small screen was. I was expecting it to be
a problem and it wasn't. Once you get a screen inside your head,
size doesn't seem to matter. At least that was my experience.
My big dream remains someone coming up with a Heads Up Display
(HUD) for laptops and iPods so you could just point them at any
glass or clear plastic surface and use it as a screen. The
technology exists. The military has been using it in mission-
critical stuff for many years. About time it came out of the
closet if the techies ever pull their heads out of their
asses. It'll be another one of those things the Chinese beat
Speaking of toys...
I took a pass on that iPod Touch my pal let me play with in
hopes it would lure me into buying it off him. On the plus
side: (1) flash memory, (2) built-in wifi, (3) accelerometer.
On the negative side: (1) slower than shit, (2) hicktown
with limited wifi, (3) gutless minimal versions of Safari
and iTunes. I think I know how Apple finally got rid of all
those old Newton CPUs in the warehouse - they put them in
the iPod Touches. The Touch can only do one thing at a time.
Try to make it say install a downloaded appliance AND check
the weather with another appliance - it goes braindead. Just
hangs before going to the black silver-apple screen and, a
few minutes later, turning itself off. It constantly does
that since I'm used to working with multi-tasking machines
and I keep forgetting this is just an overpriced toy machine
that can't handle that kind of complexity. The Touch has a
lot of potential but it falls far short on the delivery end
of things. Maybe next year. Besides the dinky little local
mini-Apple store is a pain in the ass to deal with. They
seem to be trying to disuade customers from shopping there.
The clueless asshats even chopped their free Wifi recently.
One of the consequences of our Media Bullshit Artists not
doing their job is that documentary flicks are making a big
comeback. If you want information, it is a waste of time to
turn on a TV or radio. They don't do information any more,
just corporate spin and other forms of lying. The only opinion
tolerated is corporate opinion. Nobody else exists. It isn't
that documentary flicks are any less biased. But they tend
to be agit-prop biased towards those whom our bullshit artists
ignore. And their audience is substantial. Just ask Michael
Moore. He's made a ton of money off Our Lord & Decider Jesus
George. Al Gore did financially quite well from his greenie
flick. There's a Buck to be made off the information gap
produced by our Media bullshit artists. Documentary flicks
probably reach a larger and more diverse audience than the
Internet. The latter largely remains a male-dominated play-
ground for a relatively small number of wanker Geek Boyz
who are no more "fair and balanced" than the FOX News they
interminably whine about. The Big Screen provided the first
image-oriented news before TV kicked in. News-reels were a
common pre-movie feature. Perhaps they will once again fill
that role since our Media bullshit artists gave up on the
Movie: "Malcolm X"
Spike Lee's rendition of Alex Haley's biography of Malcolm X.
Spike really sucks at this movie making business. If he was
white, he'd be shining shoes for a living instead of making
movies. Even with a best-seller/classic pre-written script he
managed to screw it up. But then he wasn't 'of age' during the
time of Malcom and neither was Denzel. They got no idea what
those times were like and it shows - tragically. This was a one
shot deal. There will never, ever again be another feature film
about Malcolm's life. He deserved much better than this 3rd rate
piece of crap. I was 'of age'. More than that, I was 'involved'.
I remember those times very well. Spike did an exceptionally poor
job of reflecting them. Not only is his flick historically
inaccurate, it's poorly done. Malcom's post prison debut with
the Black Muslims wasn't in New York City or Chicago. It was in
Detroit. He picked up a job with Ford until he was clear of the
paperwork then headed up a new temple for Elijah Muhammed. For
a black man Spike's got no natural rhythm at all. His timing
really sucks. That legendary confrontation with the police chief
fell flatter than a pancake. 'Afro American' is a term Malcom
never used but Spike made a big thing out it. Spike failed to
show just how insanely fanatical Muhammed's flunkies were. And
where was Muhammed Ali? The big star of the Black Muslims and he
doesn't even put in an appearance! Any black man seen in public
with a white woman, like Spike's Malcolm often did, would have
been dead meat. If the Crackers didn't get him, the cops sure as
hell would. Salt-and-pepper couples went up to Canada for their
rendevous. On and on it goes. Sadly, Spike's movie is pure
junk. Denzel should be ashamed of himself for being part of
it. The one magic moment I really did get a kick out of was
when that judge rattled off a long string of 50-year sentences
to be served concurrently. The judge was the legendary radical
lawyer Bill Kunstler who terrorized the Department of Justice
for many years. No mention in the crdits. I guess Spike didn't
want to upset the Hollywood Heebs. Malcolm was the greatest.
Race relations in America would have turned out very differently
if he'd have lived. And puny little House Niggers like Obama
would still be collecting contractor bribes under the table in
their State Houses. Which is, of course, why the government
murdered Malcolm (and why Obama is in no danger of the same).
Spike's put another bullet in Malcom's head.
One of the ironies of our hyper-informational times is that real
information is preciously hard to come by. The Great American
Media Bullshit Machine, the bastard off-spring of the handful of
rich, white, corporate scum who now own them, no longer embraces
its previous role as Fifth Estate. Now they only sling corporate
spin. Reporting has given way to corporate PR. Stories are often
written by the same corporate PR departments whose companies are
the subjects of the stories. Incorporated into newspapers and
broadcasts as if they were done by reporters. They aren't even
honest enough to declare their presence. In opinion polls of
trustworthiness, journalists/reporters now rank below politicians.
We expect our reporters to lie to us and they rarely disappoint.
Newspapers are poised to disappear soon. They are going broke in
record numbers and seem resigned to their fate. They do little or
nothing to experiment with new ways of making themselves relevant.
They just keep mindlessly cranking out the same junk as if it
were all they knew how to do. Many now incorporate hyper-graphics
in a lame attempt to emulate TV's image power. Their written copy
has been reduced to single-sentence "paragraphs" for the semi-
literate. The written version of sound-bites. International news
from correspondants has all but evaporated. National and local
news is all they really can handle any more and they do poorly
even at that. The Internet has severely cut into their classified
ad income which has compromised their financial well-being. They
are powerless to counter it.
Radio, aside from lots of music, has degenerated into the Screaming
Nazi talk-shows. Uniformly right-wing in nature, often blatantly
bigoted, utterly unreliable, they preach to the converted. Their
audiences are small, ignorant and unquestioning. They reflect the
lowest cultural common denominator. They do not enlighten or
educate. They follow. They do not lead.
The Internet remains the toy of a small group of male Geek Boyz.
The advent of the Web 2.0 social-news sites in which readers
vote on stories to bump them higher up the listings to the "front
page", almost exclusively uses Mainstream media sources and reflects
its biases. They don't initiate news stories. Like their Screaming
Nazis radio near-cousins, they just reflect it though their bias is
often left-wingish, but just as patronizingly bigoted and sexist as
the source. They are no less dishonest and disingenuous. Blacks
and ethnic minorities get little notice from the white dominated Geek
Boyz. Women are treated almost like a seperate species, patronized at
best, exploited at worst. Sex is limited to jerking-off. They seem to
be afraid of girls. Like the radio call-in listeners, their comments
are juvenile drivel from the poorly-informed semi-literates who
read their stuff. And they are just as much given to chest-beating
and other immature forms of posturing as radio's Screaming Nazis
are. Like the latter, they also follow, they do not lead. In short:
they have no alternative to offer.
TV remains overwhelmingly America's media of choice. But that is
not to say that TV reporting is trusted. It's not. Most Americans
consider TV's talking-heads to be even more dishonest than
politicians. But there is a strange disconnect between the
source and the information on TV. As much as Americans don't
trust the source they still mindlessly absorb the message. It
seems that seeing-is-believing. It never occurs to the audience
that the choice of images is carefully selected by the very
people whom they distrust most. Sometimes the images are even
fabricated to create the desired effect. Technology now allows
for fabrications so sophisticated in nature as to be indis-
tinguishable from the 'real thing'. Goofing a TV audience is
so easy to do that it has now become common-place. And the TV
companies seem arrogantly oblivious to the low esteem in which
their audiences hold them. The suckers keep coming back for
more, generating tons of eyeballs for their advertisers to
play to. The execs have no incentive to change or improve
their informational product.
Instead of improving information flow, our new informational
technology has compromised its flow. We have become just as
ignorant of the world as medieval peasants. The only reality
we know well is that which immediately surrounds us: what we
can see with our eyes and hear with our own ears. The rest is
up for grabs. The Media only offer fantasies of realties. What
some have called "simulations" carefully edited and selected
to re-enforce pre-concieved biases. We are never allowed to
see the Big Picture, only select, isolated bits of it. And for
the most part, we have embraced them as if they were reality.
The process of this embracing is largely unconscious. It seems
to occur well below our consciousness. It evokes emotions not
thought, feelings not deliberation. Gut reactions are its
product. We just fill in the considerable surrounding empty
space with our own expectations and biases. Seeing what we
WANT to see, not seeing what is actually there. often with
considerable prompting from the source. Most of us lack the
intelligence and skills to sort it out. So we just accept it
as if it were reality. We have little time or energy to do
otherwise. We accept the distrusted source's truth reluctantly,
by default. We have nothing else on which to draw.
The previous generations dreams of a Global Village wrot by
technology has largely come to naught. It has given way
instead to a Global Nightmare filled with Booger Men whose
very existence we can't even be sure of. A nightmare filled
with ignorance, lies and deceptions. A Global Downer written,
produced and directed by America's Media Bullshit Machine, in
service to its corporate masters.
CORPORATE WHORE AUCTION 2008
No matter who wins this November, the World's Biggest Asshole -
America - is going to get exactly what it deserves - a sharp
stick up its fat, meddling ass. It doesn't really matter who
administers it. There really isn't any significant difference
between Obama and McCain. They're on the same corporate lobbyist
team. It's strictly a matter of chocolate vs. vanilla, senility
vs. a pathological liar. But there's no escaping the economic
consequences of the past 8 years and our Welfare Queen Economy.
Neither major canidate has a viable plan for dealing with them.
Neither even wants to acknowledge the problem. Which, of course,
means that it will continue to worsen. In about two years they
won't be able to ignore those consequences. They'll be forced to
deal with them. By then, their options will be very limited and
it's unlikely Obama will do anything that McCain wouldn't have
done. So if you are inclined to vote Mainstream Parties, go
ahead and flip a coin, for all the difference it will make.
The conventions have all the pomp and circumstance of real political
conventions without the substance. Since all the signifcant decisions
were made ahead of time, there was no debate, discussion or dialogue
on the issues. The Party flunkies who attended are just there to provide
atmosphere. Like extras in movies. They had no other purpose. And, sadly,
it didn't occur to anyone that they should have any more purpose. We
seem to have accomodated themselves to just accepting whatever fate
the Big People decide to hand us. Or, perhaps more likely, that is
the impression The Great American Media Bullshit Machine wishes to
convey to us. To re-inforce the impression that we are powerless,
voiceless and choiceless. They have to keep reminding us or we're
liable to forget. Then we might up and kick their fat asses.
Oh well. The good news is the hillbillies from Arkansas are now
officially history. We'll have no more Clintons to kick around.
Bubba Jay might have to actually get a job.
Ralph Nader and Congressman Ron Paul still don't even get mentioned
by the Bullshit Machine. Shhh! Pretend they aren't there and maybe
nobody will notice that there are alternatives to Obama and
his pal McCain. Viable alternatives. And with the recent rise of
the Imperial Presidency via executive orders, an independant president
has all the tools needed to govern without having to suck up to
Congress. Not only the Constitution and its Bill of Rights have
been trashed, so also has the traditional division-of-power. Never
before has an independant presidency been more practically doable.
The lack of coverage of Nader and Paul is as true in the pages of
the Geek Boyz Web 2.0 social-news sites as in the mainstream media.
They too deliberately block the two canidates out just like FOX
News does. Stories involving Nader or Paul are censored from the
listings so readers never have the chance to vote on them. Thus
making the Geek Boyz part of the problem, not part of the solution.
Oh well. Web 2.0 is a legend-in-its-own-mind and not much of
anyone elses. Screw them.
Our invasion/occupation of Iran seems to have acquired a few
new plot-complications since the Russia/Georgia confrontation.
It's still on and in the pipline. Once these things start they
take on a momentum of their own beyond the control of the people
who initiated them. Now the Rooskies are ready and willing to
help Iran give Uncle Sammy a gut punch he won't soon forget.
They got the intel to target those Iranian missles precisely
at US targets - aircraft carriers, Iraqi missle batteries,
etc. And now the Heeb Nazis in Israel are squalking that they
will attack unilaterally if Uncle Sammy loses his balls. As
Lebanon proved beyond a doubt, Israel is a Paper Tiger - all
mouth, no action. A nation of greedy fuck-up artists. There
is no such thing as unilateral and they're well aware of it.
If the Iranians counterattack the Heebs after an Israeli hit,
we WILL hit the Iranians. We have to. There's no option. The
end result? Our Lord & Decider Jesus George is going to stick
it to President Obama. The hit will come in December or early
January while Jesus is still our Savior but before Obama takes
over. Just like Daddy did in Somalia. Then Obama's going to
have to deal with one helluva mess right off the bat. Just
like Bubba Jay had to. He'll be WAY too busy to deal with
anything else like Congress or the impending collapse of our
economy, etc. But he will take the blame for it all. It'll
take him YEARS to crawl out from under it. If ever. Meanwhile,
Jesus will ride his ass back to his chicken ranch in Texas
with a big grin on his face for having screwed America right
up the ass.
+ MONDO VATICANO +
Pope Benny the Bigot is still hunkered down in his vacation villa
in the Roman countryside, surrounded by priceless art and hundreds
of flunkies, enjoying his summer vacation while bemoaning the
world's obsession with Materialism. No doubt he's honning his
"Do As I Say, Not As I Do" theology into an inspiring future papal
encyclical. And practicing "Chopsticks" on his piano while inflicting
terror on the staff by sneaking up on them then demanding to know
just what in the hell they think they're doing. He likes terrorizing
Little People. It's one of the few joys left to him these days. That,
plump/pink altarboys and sexy red Prada shoes.
When it comes to really stoopid ideas, the Vatican's Curia Queens
are world champs. WAY better than the White House or Kremlin.
For example, this week a priest in Naples dreamt up the idea for
a nun beauty contest - Sister Italia. Stealing an idea Italian
filmmaker Fredrico Fellini employed decades ago in his movie
"Roma". Actually, Fredrico's was an ecclesiastical fashion show
not a beauty contest but close enough for curia work, eh. And
Fellini did include a real Roman whore house in the same flick
which might inspire the beauty contest's priestly operator to
bigger and better things.
I suggest they trump Fellini and go for the gusto. Why not just
turn all convents into whore houses? Make a few Bucks off the
bitches. The local bishop can be their pimp, and Fr. Rungi who
dreamt up the beauty contest could get promoted to head of the
Sacred Congregation of Pimps. Perhaps offering a holy indulgence
of 500 years for blow jobs, 750 years for missionary-style and
800 years for doggie-style. Opps! That's right - no more
purgatory. So they can give away rosaries, holy cards and
sacred medals instead.
For centuries priests have been helping themselves to the gals
in the convents whenever the spirit moved them. Some of the
bigger convents, like the Gray Nuns in Montreal, had it all
organized and promoted their services to ecclesiastics. Former
nun/whores wrote books about their experiences in those hellish
holy cat houses. Many nuns happily helped out Pervert Priests
who were banging on the parish kiddies, holding them down while
Fadder pounded their meat. It's not like there isn't a
precident for this nun/whore-house thing.
There's a vast untapped Internet market in nun pr0n for pious
jerk-off artists. The independants have put up a little and
Euros especially seem to get off on it. Imagine a virtual
convent full of sexy sisters. Whoa! Benny the Bigot might
even want a piece of that action - Sister Veronica Does the
Papal Apartments. Yowsir! Not to mention altar boys. That
one could be big enough to spin off on its own.
Father Rungi clearly demonstrated his total contempt for the
women of religious orders. He should be excommunicated and
thrown out in the gutter where his filthy mind resides. But
instead, the Curia Queens and Benny the Bigot quietly just
snicker in the background. They don't like girls either.
They lean more towards altarboys and apparently are going
to quietly wait to see what he comes up with in that
The Knights Templar lawsuit to have billions in assets
returned by the Vatican is a gross abuse of the Spanish
courts. They are demonstratng their total contempt for
the courts by using them as an extention of their PR
department. It's obviously a publicity stunt. Most
amazing of all, the Spanish court system is allowing
it to proceed. As if Vatican State would give a flying
fuck what a Spanish judge thought about anything. What
a stoopid waste of everyone's time.
I've been re-reading Aldous Huxley's "Grey Eminance" lately.
it is about Fr. Joseph of Paris who was the Karl Rove of his
time. A cut-throat, war-mongering scumbag by most counts.
As Cardinal Richeleu's right-hand man, Fr. Joseph initiated
and sustained the 30 Years War, proding the combattants
whenever they started to wimp out and begin peace talks. Many
tens of thousands died because of him. He also lobbied the
Vatican for yet another bloody crusade in the "Holylands".
He hated Muslims with a passion.
His hatred of Muslims was about the only thing he shared with
Rove. He was an extremely pious Capuchin monk who wore rags,
constantly subjected himself to lashings and other physical
abuse and walked on foot to wherever he needed to go - Paris,
Rome, Madrid, etc. Barefoot usually. He was using Benet of
Canfield's spiritual system to achieve unity with God. It is
an extremely intense and demanding system requiring constant
and sustained mediation at all times. And, as Huxley pointed
out, it was a very flawed system. One that was incapable of
achieving unity with the Godhead. But it was quite capable of
driving its practioners insane. Which is apparently what
happened to Fr. Joseph.
Those who attempt to achieve unity with God usually follow
the Dionesian model in which the final stage is a complete
surrender to God, allowing Him to use you as His instrument.
Being "in" the world but not "of" it, no longer a slave of
its rational thought or imagination. "Self" totally disappears.
"You" no longer exists. Psychologically a very dangerous thing
to do and therefore requiring a substantial support system.
In Benet's system, the final stage was a diversion to Christ's
passion instead. A return to indulgence in imagination and
rational thought. Definitely inferior to the Dionesian model.
But Benet was very popular with the Vatican's Curia Queens
who were terrified of the mystics and sought any instrument
that kept them under their control. So they embraced Benet,
and others like him, while discouraging the Dionesians. Loyalty
to Roma was more important to them than loyalty to God.
The ultimate upshoot of Benet's flawed system was the death of
mysticism. It essentially evaporated, never to reappear again.
What has passed for mysticism since is really nothing of the
sort. And the Vatican would like things to stay that way. It
has done nothing to preserve, promote or encourage that aspect
of Catholic tradition.
The above is anti-CopyRite 1997-2050, more or less,
and can be freely used. I only ask that you politely
give credit where credit is due, lift things in whole
paragraphs instead of just the incriminating, dirty
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