EMERGENCE

Fixion

Thrown forward into the webbing once again.
This time I hung in the restraints for a few seconds longer. The forward console became down all off the sudden, rushing towards me again to try to merge with me in a firm and final embrace of plasteel and flesh.
The green hue of the chronox implant in my retina was counting down, tiny green worm digits slithering inside my eye, unwinding to zero. Soon, very soon...my breakfast tried to leave my stomach again with another jolt of the deaccelerators. Well, physics of interdemonsional travel are beyond me. I just buy the gear and press the buttons. This current chariot, vehicle of adventure and discovery, a boon to all travellers seeking excitement and glory, the Isospititus KI2, fresh off the lot. The price was only 20 souls, how could I resist?
Bargain, practically free what with all the mischief in the multiverse, souls were a dime a dozen.

There was a loud scream behind me, angels and demons sang together in a cacophonic chorus and a large lithometalic column of machinery flew past my restraint couch missing my skull by milets. I twisted my spine uncomfortably trying to grow eyes on the back of my neck. There was a huge gaping hole where the unit detached in the bulkhead behind me. The de-acceleration jolts were coming together more frequently, massive thrusts as if the craft was a speeding wagon entering patches of thick gooey sponge at high speed. Welcome to Multiverse Aleph-Theoth-21... thats what the console indicated. At least there was stuff here... I rubbed the bruise on my palm. The last emergence was in the precise middle of absolutely nothing. As soon as the dark sense of dread of absolute nothingness crept at the periphery of my awareness, I hit the jump button. A tad too hard, it still hurt... I was a bit rattled by that.
Maybe I should have mapped the jump with greater care, but I just wanted to get out of there... Aleph-Thoth-21 it is, friendly place.
It was embracing me with the desire and strength of a 200 pound psycho-girlfriend.
'I will never let you go baby!', Cruch... I could swear I cracked a rib against the webbing. Somewhere deep inside the craft there was a sound as if a herd of bulls tiptoed rather unsuccessfully though a China and Nitroglicerine emporium.
Suddenlty the air scrubbers begun whining at full speed and the air of the capsule filled with smokey haze.
Not that I particularly cared since at the exact time another jolt came and I was flung towards the homicidal console again. My arms and legs arcing together like a ragdoll. There was bruising, no doubt at all I thought as I finally liberated the breakfast in a slow languid arc of zero gee. I watched as the gravity claimed it in the next break cycle and the vomit turned from a peacock coloured cloud to a rainbow blur raining on the console. Naturally, with the fortitude that has marked my soujourn since the start, the splatter hit the exact middle of the main viewer screen.
Before the screen was obscured by my half digested toast, I saw long streaks of superluminal star streaks coalesing into solid spheres. This one at least was not empty. I shuddered once again at the mercifully brief scar of the last experience.
I should be needing some deep exorcism to drive out those evils eating my mind.

The last jolt was the strongest, the craft entered the newtonian space and as the multiple dimensions wilted off the skin of the ship, like flaking petals off a dying flower, there was an almighty shudder. As if leviathan himself had coughed up not a man but an entire assembly of plasteel and lithometalics and spells woven and bound into the form of a multispacial vessel. Somewhere towards the aft section there was a sound as if the finger of god strummed an impossibly taut string... and broke it.
Entire left section of the console begun to glow crimson and a soothing voice begun to narrate a not so soothing litany of my imminent doom.
'Coolant voided', 'Core collapsing', 'Spatial manifold compromised'...
Ya ya ya... I yelled angrily at the machine voice, slapping down the alarms.

The mulidimensiator glared at me from the centre of the console, its cyclopean blue iris marked with four clovers of standard four dimensional space, gently wafting at me its message of nominality. It was no longer a chaotic dance of lighting energies, multiversal soup of quantum uncertainties. For better or for worse, laws of physics governed once more.

I fell back into the couch with a deep sigh, slapping open the webbing button.
The craft was silent with the finality only a misadventure may bring.
There were systems dying everywhere. Whistle of spinning down gyros, crackle of overheated insulation, muted howls of dying drive demons.

I had a feeling I would be here for a while.

TURD BLOSSOM

Category: i-economic collapse

"Money Money Money must be funny, in the rich man's world." with those words ABBA has given us a Star Trek grade brain munching ear worm, today that line is more prophetic than ever. Though this time 'funny', is the la-la, white suit with leather restrains pumped full of psychoactive drugs 'funny', funny farm, funny in the head funny.
The 'rich men' have been shown to be no richer than you or me, holding bags of currency that makes monopoly money look attractive as a currency position.

For a very very long time, I was intuitively very weary of the entire western system of economy based on 'confidence'. Belay the notion of gold, thats terrorist and conspiracy nut talk. Belay even the notion of industry output, though some lip service is still paid to this quaint notion that you have to actually make stuff to get paid.

No, its all about confidence. The rich, contrary to my naive notion of wealth are actually not rich. Oh they have expensive cars, expensive houses and expensive trophey wifes. It transpires that the majority of their wealth, the really big money is in the form of loans...
blink
Loans from other rich people...
blink
Who in turn loan money from others...
rich...
people...

As the recent developments are beginning to demonstrate, you really can not fool all of the people all of the time. Sooner or later, someone naive bastard is going to point out that not only the emperor has no clothes, but his treasury is filled with genuine, gold gilded turds pushed as currency.

Is there any better indicator that the public has been artfully perception managed for at least the last 30 years?
The carefully stage managed notion that everything is just dandy.
The Titanic has not only sunk while we were re-arranging chairs on the deck, the Titanic is actually a paper boat that has kept afloat for no other reason than the combined delusional will of the passengers.

So what have we learned from this?
For one, those courageous enough to lift the carefully placed OZesque 'dont look under that curtain Dorothy!' are receiving some interesting insights into how the entire sordid sausage machine of economy works.

1. Banks make money out of thin air, for every dollar you deposit, they manufacture 9 to 25 to infinity dollars that they loan. Money that does not exist, ever. Money that when the loan is re-paid... will disappear.

2. Banks loan that pretend money to other organisations who then 'invest' it and make more pretend money with it. But this is now 'real' (not that the financiers call it that) money as its generated from solid financial products. This practice when executed by non-government authorised bodies is often called money-laundering and is criminal.

3. Solid financial products. To base an entire economy on the notion of financial product is an artful and brazen act of Chutzpa, and I do use the word advisedly. Very advisedly. For example, to package loan obligations, as in sub-prime house loans into a product that you then sell to other entities not only takes balls of steel. It takes balls of hardened titanium. Here kinds sirs, this parrot is not only dead, it will lay golden eggs for you.

4. We already are having the 'fix it' war. Historically when shit sandwich hit the fan in the past we went to war. The taxpaying herds were corralled into some patriot bullshit to get torn to pieces and mindfuck rape one another. This was always good for economy because the elites would make mountains of money and the taxpaying herds would forget about the real sources of their discontent...watch the hand! Watch the hand!

5. The US currency, for quite a while has been the standard. Instead of gold, other countries have bought US bills to hold in their vaults. This was good for the US. An equivalent of going shopping, getting all the stuff you want, knowing your cheques will never be cashed.

The entire house of cards is beginning to unravel.
This is why the US President, keeps saying 'All is well'.
We can not afford everyone to decide to back the paper funny money with solid stuff.
There simply is not enough of 'real' wealth out there to cover all the riches.

The confidence trick is being revealed to the taxpaying herds.
The elites knew about the sham for quite a while, you can be certain they are financially diversified enough to afford thugs to guard the walls of the estates when the hungry mobs show up on the doorstep of the mansions.

Unless the global financial cabal decides that is more profitable to sustain the status quo with more wars and more money printing, we are in for a 'corrective movement' that will make the great crash look like the crunch of a squirrel under the tire of the truck of reality bearing down the highway of common sense.
Expect gold to go stratospheric as people scramble to convert monopoly money into something that will get you a seat on the last plane out of the city.

Ultimately this entire cluster fuck is the result of losing touch.
If you repeat to yourself for long enough that the sun shines out of your arse, even you will start believing that the entire world revolves around you.

A cute fuzzy yellow duckling being crunched by a croc elicits sighs oh what a tragedy from us. The world does not play favourites or play fair.

Reason is the only way to re-connect the gods great design with the rigour of human mind ascribing the universe. Reason, not deranged babbling of confidence trixters selling us all figmentary bridges on the idiot box.
Where are you Freemasons!

The reality does indeed have liberal bias, and its about to give us a solid whack on the head with the rolled up exposition of the three rules of thermodynamics.

PRESENT TENSE ON THE OTHER SIDE

The Bard would have had another beer.

William Gibson, he the smith who had wrought the word 'Cyberspace', visionary-cultural luddite-cyberpunk-digerati with a typing machine once said; "The future is now, it's just that it is unevenly distributed."

I am surrounded by panoramic display devices, bathing in the glow of excited sands.
The old school writer would say something along the lines of "The eerie glow of fluorecent green phosphorus eminating from the cathode ray tubes gave him sickly green glow of the undead.". Kinda quaint, Buck Rogers,Flash Gordon gay 1950's quaint.
Whether be it smart dust, retinal beam projection, 3D holo display, whatever... anything you can dream of will be old.

Nothing on earth ages quicker than the fertile inventions of a science fiction writer.
Not the latest seasons outrageous continental fashion.
Not the love of the night before after the day of a big party in the unforgiving sober light of the day.
Not a butterfly child turning into a grub adult.
It is true, nothing ages quicker.

In this glow I am given to reflect, as I listen to a highly compressed music track, the track alone a physical imposibility to create not so long ago, remember Hammond Organ? The words and thoughts of others are at my fingertips to recall from the furthest reaches of the globe.

A Magnate of wisdom, a Sultan of letters, an asymptotic Count of zero to infinity.
If knowledge is power then chain me with the finality of gravity, time and magic for only such bondage will restrain me.
If I were to open my mouth a roar would issue that would silence a hurricane.
If I were to gaze upon the barren ground, earth will convulse, writhe in extasy and birth fresh fruit, fragrant flowers and exotic wood.
Were I to lift a limb to toil, mountains would raise and valleys will crevace the land, winds of change will catalise the masses of folk to awaken from slumber.
In short, I, You, We, we have access to information that would make the library of Alexandia look like the corner news-stand (How long will that analogy hold cnn.com?).

To put it in the words of today, I fucking dig teh internets.

LARGE EGGS

Yes, another post about politics

Just as I was making a Black Truffle Soufflé, sipping a glass of fine Pinot Noir a thought occurred to me. An increasingly rarer event.
The eggs were particularly small. Checked the box. Labeled as large.
Then enlightment... deceived by the industrio-military complex again!
The egg carton was marked; 'Eggs - Large, XLarge, Jumbo'
Following that new size table, say applied to penises, would have to add another category to describe my suddenly massive organ due to this insta-enlightement; 'Xtremely gargantuan, Hazardous to health, only handle with extreme care'.
Oh in case I need to further explain (unlikely) to my few readers;
Newspeak->English
Large=Small
Xlarge=Medium
Jumbo=Large
Whoa! How many other things does the marketing media spin for us!?
No one would buy Small eggs... but Large? Sure! Tax me more and lets bomb another country!

Well, for one...WTF is happening to the undersea internets cables?
Fourth cable cut in the space of the week?
As one of James Bond villains is alleged to have said.
'Once is accident, twice is coincidence, three times is enemy action.'

< tinfoilhat>
Invasions these days are preceeded by attacks on infrastructure.
Witness the US invasion of Iraq where electricity,communications and water facilities were bombed for the main purpose of assigning multibillion dollar uncontested contracts to US companies and coincidentally making life hell for the locals.
Maybe thats one of the reasons they did not greet us with flowers. Sitting for a couple of weeks in darkness with no toilet would make you a wee bit cranky.
Anyway...
There were allegedly two good reasons to go into Iraq for.

1) Iraq was developing its own space program. For a dictator like Hussain, with a dream to unite all of Arabs under his iron grip and a common Caliphate, a satellite would give him incredible respect. The technology was a revolutionary artillery piece called 'The Doomsday gun' by the western industro-military machine owned media designed to launch satellites
Devised by Gerard Bull a scientist assassinated in mysterious circumstances *cough*mossad*cough*, the launch system would reduce the cost of launches from $Crazy to affordable. A story reported in the Australian, not just Barbados free press.

2) Iraq started trading their oil in Euros, every other little good pet Arab nation traded in Petrodollars.

The above are a matter of public record, albeit grossly under-reported (Censored) by the majority of western media.

With Iran pointed to as far back as 2004 as being the next target in expanding hegemony err...democracy, the following two events are noteworthy:

1) Iran starts a space program.

2) Iran is about to start trading oil in Euros in February by opening Oil Bourse.

Both key trigger events for the destruction of the Iraqi regime.
With the cry wolf WMD not holding any water, we are just waiting for a pretext to go to war with Iran.
With the war in Afganistan going badly, the best solution in Iraq being 'how well we can lose in the long term.' a normal person would think starting another war would be insane.
Just as well normal people are not in power.
War is good for business, happens far away from your shores and gives you a huge hardon

This is why, the 'coincidence' of a fourth undersea cable being cut makes me wanna buy a couple sacks of flour and a can of oil. See? Good for business.
Lets go and bomb some brown people, I might get another contract of employment out of it!

Now, would you like your large eggs scrambled?

THE MONKEYWRENCH

Buy one now, avoid the xmas rush.

A truly universal tool, the monkey wrench is a welcome addition to anyone's toolbox. Whether to bash nails in, to throw it into the machinery, to use it as an ersatz weapon or in the extreme case, maybe even use it for its intended purpose, to screw and unscrew things.

I have recently been doing a stocktake of my toolbox. Trying to get in early before the new-year-resolution rush. Rummaging trough the various handy appliances I have found the sarcasm bolter, the irony clamps and the every handy negativazer dispenser. Handy though those tools are, the great inventions that I always wanted to build, namely the transdimensional portal projector, the icycle trimming machine, the CD gun and guard dog robot remain unmade. In short, I do not like the tools I am using, because as we all know, all failed tradesmen blame their tools. My tools are clearly inadequate to allow me to reach glory and public recognition that I so deeply deserve.

Having come across this (25 killer actions to boost your self-confidence) earnest post it restated some of the handy basic advice that is going to make any aspiring consumer fit in better into the industro-military consumer complex. Good advice, good advice indeed.

I have also started a commercial endevour that is likely to cause me a lot of sleepless nights and ruin me mentally and financially after a long futile effort.
Wait... wait... Rule No.5
I have also started a commercial endevour that is likely to cause me great deal of personal satisfaction and bring me a comfortable income with little effort.

And on this note... its worth remembering that 'The map is not the territory'.
But that is another posting entirely.

ERECTIONS AND WET SPOTS.

Or how to combat erectile dis-function with high office position

Like many others here in Australia we were all sitting on the edge of our seats with white knuckles waiting for the entrenched Liberal (Liberal as in abusing the little guy, not Liberal as in freedom of expression) government to be unseated.

The Liberals have been entrenched as the governing party for years.
Something like 29 terms. There are generations of old people who remember Sir Donald Caruthers-Smithe as the last Labour leader holding office circa 1803. For this reason, the news of Liberals losing the erection was welcome with whooping and cheering in all the households with TV screens smaller than a small tennis court and property values below 5 million dollars. Naturally I exaggerate somewhat as it behooves my flowery style. There are some people who truly believe that Liberals have the right vision for Australia.
Though given that Liberal ex-leader Mr.Howard and and his anointed successor Costello (the man, not the cheese, easy mistake to make, both are on the nose) meteoric departure from power is an emphatic statement that the vision has proven to be a hallucination. Nay, not a hallucination, more of a drug induced, wet bedsheets, turning and tossing, half asleep nightmare.

Like many others we all expected Howard to pull a 20 feet radio dish out of his sphincter and snatch the election from the grasp of the defeat.
The entire liberal campaign was like watching a train wreck in slow motion.
In hindsight, I think it was lost when Howard announced on TV that he will resign if he is elected.
One more indication that Howard was removed from the real world not ever having a proper job in his life. The three principles of securing employment being:
1) Your employer expecting you to know how to do the job
2) You Staying in the job
3) Not making waves

The liberal campaign boiled down to these points.
a) Keep the old team in because its too dangerous to let people with no experience into government.
b) Don't mention the War!
c) Don't mention the climate change.
d) Booga booga Unions booga booga Unions Scary big teeth will eat you up booga booga!
e) Throwing large amounts of bribes at demographics identified by pollsters as likely to still vote liberals (Oldies - because they are too fogey to think clearly and wasnt Menzies Liberal?, and middle class families - maybe the'll forgive us for Workchoices and interest rates if we give them money now)

The 20 foot dish never emerged to everyones surprise. Another indication that great men lose not because they made mistakes but because they keep doing things the way it always worked. John Howard, the man who started his career as "Lazarus with Triple Bypass" clearly run out of medical procedures to keep his artifically animated ideological cadaver alive. Like the Mary Shelly's monster, its stumbled and staggered through the rapidly drying hot landscape groaning 'Eko-no-mee' squashing the peasants under its feet. Little wonder that the peasants rebelled and the pike and torches bearing crowd unseated the monster bereft of ideas.
When the monster was born, environmentalists were routinely and laughingly called 'tree hugging hippies' and 'ferals' and Unions still held some power in the workplace, resented by many. Howard, for all his political astuteness probably wondered why his great ideas failed. Ultimately, the reason for his unseating is that like many old men, he failed to adapt. He lived in a world that was only true in his head and sadly for him, the hordes of the sycophants surrounding him had no balls to point out to the emperor that he is wearing no clothes.

A few noteworthy episodes of the elections:
Poll rigging.
A few days before the elections, media polls predicted a 'close election'.
Ex-Labour numbers man Graham Richardson is on the record in saying that it will be a Labour landslide by 20 seats. So, unless Richardson uses the black arts of magic or the well resourced media is incompetent the media was trying to sway the outcome (one way or the other).

Who owns the government?
Through the pre-erection foreplay the media was flooded with negative advertising (paid by you and me) from the Liberal party that most of the Labour candidates had Trade Union background. Emphatically absent from the Labour advertising were the counter commercials stating that most of the Liberal candidates were either Lawyers, Corporate lackeys, Upper class prats or any combination of the three.
The absence can be explained by the choice of Labour not to run negative campaigning but also it is not a surprise prediction that Kevin Rudd will be on his knees in front of our blessed corporate masters with his lips firmly sealed around the life giving knob of the 'economic pump' as soon as he changes the curtains and the toilet seat in Kirribilli house.

Curious Absence of Mr.Wulf from the ballot paper
The absence of Mr.Wulfs wildly popular 'Dont just keep the bastards honest, hang and quarter them, you will be the first up against the wall when the revolution comes, yes you, Im talking to you you fucking noobcake!' party from the ballot paper is another evidence of how the industrio-military complex has subverted the so called free elections.

Chinese rigged the elections
Something for my Liberal voting friends (I know who you are!) to let you sleep better at night. Liberals lost the election not because of wildly incompetent, stale and arrogant style of Mr.Howard but because of the Red Chinese Conspiracy. The CIA is on the record of overthrowing governments when it suited the US Interests Why would the Chinese, a government with uh... about 2000 year start on everyone else in the field of diplomacy sit idly on their hands when they meet Kev who then proceeds to conduct the ENTIRE MEETING in Mandarin Chinese. Clearly, Kev is their man over the stodgy fuddy daddy who never held an honest job in his life, much less drunk and partied wildly with his chinese mates in a diplomatic posting in Bejing (or Bee-eee-jii-n-g as it is pronounced now).

And on the note of CIA influencing our government... Given that CIA has its hands full in other areas of the world. Notably trying to screw the Europeans and Chinese much less the profitable adventures in Asia the Australian desk is presently staffed by Bob 'One eye' who is just waiting for retirement and Sal the tea lady who is using one of the empty desks. No other explanation is possible allowing their last ally to depart thus making the 'coalition of the willing' a running joke since 3/4 of Americans don't want to be in Iraq either.

However, it was notable that Dr.Brendan Nelson has become an unlikely leader of the Liberals in opposition. A man who has ingratiated himself to the US Military complex by pissing away 7 billion dollars on useless aircraft against all the advice he was getting, in the process making Australia as capable of defending its airspace as the Republic of Upper Volta and Uganda.

I am hopeful though, he has shown himself to be an arrogant prat, calling all Australians dickheads in his first speech. On the topic of withdrawal from Iraq he said "governments do what is popular but sometimes you need to do what is right.".
Thus perpetuating the long overthrown myth that Iraq was a moral and right thing to do.

GG Brendan! Way to show that Liberals still don't get it, even under the new... uh...for the lack of better word...leadership.

UNDERWEAR THAT KILLED OUR FREEDOM

CATEGORY: Un-fusc-ing-belivable

As if the latest orgy of tazering people is not convincing enough that not only have the terrorists have won, but somewhere along the line we have become the enemy to ourselves, I have come across this amazing piece of evidence to support this claim.

The following sounds like something the Chaser's comedy team would dream up, only its more crazy than driving a comedy convoy through 'security barricades'. Coincidentally, I feel so much better that we have spent 200+ million on a little pre-election Howard extravaganza only to discover that the security was as flimsy as the very premise to set it up.

UNDERWEAR! TEH UNDERWEAR IS TEH TERRORZ! ZOMG!!!
As the internet savvy would bespeak.
Apparently the lawyers in Guantanamo have been accused by the military of smuggling in fashionable underwear into the concentration camp. Read the response letter and weep.
Now, personally I have no doubt that the JAG Navy dude is a fine upstanding lawyer of the square jaw and sharp intellect that makes his TV series namesake look like a banana bending rabid monkey (ie. The RL guy is a real cool dude). But to accuse the lawyers of smuggling in underpants? No excuse me, I shall have to use appropriately emphatic language here to underscore my disbelief... WHAT FUCKING DIMWIT RETARD EVEN CONSIDERED THIS A FUCKING GOOD USE OF FUCKING TAXPAYERS MONEY, ENERGY AND AIR?

Let us consider for a moment that these people, scummy smelly towelheads that they are, are innocent. Innocent until proven guilty. Not even in the Kangaroo court of (guaff) 'military commishion' have these 'terrorists' have been found guilty. The fact that 'we' are punishing these 'terrorists' by denying them fashionable underwear means that if they have not been terrorists before they were put into the concentration camp they will most certainly be terrorists if they ever are released. Denied underpants, they most certainly go commando, imagine their uncircumcised arabic dicks, flopping in their orange prison fatigues for 5 years. Building tone, suppleness and girth! Ooooh... such a beast when released could... poke someones eye out at the very least. I say, give them fashionable underwear now! Cage those fidel penises before it is too late! All the time we have been fearing the wrong thing! It is not bacteriological, nuclear or chemical weapons. The biggest threat was always and shall remain, fashionably clad arab cocks. For as long as they wear unfashionable underwear, the free world can sleep safe.

Seriously, the Psyops guys have been sampling too much of the stuff added to the water supply or the world has well and truly gone mad.

UNDERPANTS!!!!

FUCKING... UNDERPANTS!