Oh oh!

If this goes off , I don’t care how much we all sit indoors and stare at each other until we die, it will change the weather.

All of mankind’s activites, apart from the war making, pale into insignificance compared good old Mother Nature.

Heads indoors.

Late Christmas shopping.

OK chaps this is provided in the name of market research and as an aid to the purchase of your beloved’s pressy.


There is no other motive to which I will admit until I’m standing outside the Pearlies.


If The Mandelbrot Set are watching, by the supreme weirdness that is the universe, I might actually be aiding you as well, though I’d rather cover my collection of sensitive bits in strawberry jam and dangle them in a red ant nest.


Anyway pace makers on stun, stand by to repel boarders and hit it.


H/T George Ure.

More anime

As you know your correspondent loves anime.

Not just the visuals but the concepts within.

However before the Frankfurt School and that family worrier Freud the fraud’s extended family destroyed the culture USofA corp , before they got their hands on cartoons these things of beauty were watched by all.

Enjoy.

A feast for the eyes

Hahahaa

This period of greatness didn’t last long, from the rubbery first Jasper and Jerry to the crap of the 1950s ten years or less.

This is my favourite prime numbered day. No swearyness from now until after New Year.

I promise.

Heads up. Glasses up. Cheers.

Scrapheap.

Failed state

Thoughts

Bacofoil on.

Pax. Lux.

I want embers glowing comfortingly.

I called it out in the summer.

Now in the winter after trawling and not finding what I’m looking for I’ll call it again but without the politeness.

All you shambling shaman, rabid rabbis, mad mullahs and pestilent pastors go get to fuck.

You talk shit and your atheist conspirators are full of crap as well.

None of you know anything that you lay claim, that’s why the body count.

Go and fuck off, keep your rotten opinions to yourselves, your stinking theology, and your filth spewing sermons and blind your envious eyes.

The ordinary peace loving folk around here do not want your stench of death anywhere near us.

You are unclean, leprous and virulent pox.

If it wasn’t for you self serving me, me, me, egocentric psychotic and unhinged squawk botherers we would be free. Trapping, within yourselves, reinforcing spirals of confusion, obfuscation, and slight. Contusing the rest of us into your blood baths, if it wasn’t for you the rest of us could get a bit of peaceful kip at night.

You worshippers of false gods, you GOLD fondling pathogens. You are the root of all unhappiness in this world.

You self aggrandizing, self worshipping, auto deifying, self deluding lethalities.

GO FUCK OFF. YOU ARE NOT WANTED OR WELCOME.

We will manage just fine without you.

Get it into your thick monotheist, monosyllabic, monoculture blocks; you are demonstrably unfit for any purpose other than wanking yourselves into a froth of fabricated psychopathic frenzy.

Right then let’s get on with it.

Anyone got any idea why we continue with this shit?

The military/industrial complex, more accurately described by Eisenhower as the military/industrial/congressional complex before it got edited, is in fact the religio/ceremonial complex and we are going to have to break it if we want to live.

Forget the Jews, Jesuits and the Rothschilds, the Rockefellers and the 300. Forget Abraham, Zoroaster, Buddha, Confucius and the scribblings of propagandist scribes. These are the frontdoor gatekeepers. We need to find the guys in the house sitting in the big room smoking, drinking and whoring. Kick the shit out of them and then find where their………that’s as far as I’ve got.

There is something else. I can smell it and see its actions throughout history, but what, where and how do we confront it?

Sing

I sent this to a friend last night.


She said it was beautiful.


The power of the human voice.



Suppressed by contrived materialists.


One day, not too far away, the human voice will gather its spirit and destroy.


Sing freely and often.

Simulacra

I love this scene. It is simplicity. Not just beauty. It speaks to me of long lost evenings gliding into quiet night as the snow fell padding.

It reminds me of hot summer days near Kingspark and Pollock Park. The straight lines and the green. The curve of the road, the wrought iron fence and railings.

Of wide road, me and my mate Vinegar & Chips running home from school through the pelting rain, soaked through in our shorts and caps.

A distance ever covered and a time always spent.

All in an image.

Beautiful.