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was talking to one of my work buddies tonight about trump's immigration ban and I was telling him these Iranians are getting, paraphrasing now, the red carpet treatment everywhere they go (meaning, Canada, new Zealand probably, Australia, probably England too)....... seems like they're always persecuted and refugees.......... I guarantee most of them aren't persecuted and just want to take advantage of refugee status to get permanent residency in Canada or Australia or somewhere......

i'd like to be able to migrate to America, say, on a one or two year provisional work visa, just by showing I have 200k American dollars in the bank and can pay a minimum of x tax dollars in two years to uncle sam to validate farther extensions on the visa, that kind of thing is reasonable.... and don't make me show some dodgy fake university degree from Australia's jokey universities, either, what a joke, maybe I want to do crop work with all the Mexicans all day long, what do I need a degree for?)......religion shouldn't even be a question, the constitution ordains the separation of church and state....... so watch out pro and nay Trump people because it's a thorny issue......... a proper system shouldn't take into account religion and recognizing a refugee should actually prove it in a real way, not just bullshit hearsay.......... people are going to lie their arses off........ do you think I couldn't have gone to university for free in California passing myself off as a Mexican that was brought to America as a two year old? those aren't my principles, but I could have done it, sorry, my birth certificate is on the bottom of the rio grande, come on man

all this persecution bullshit is way pervasive..... people are always going to say they're persecuted even when they aren't

there was this Canadian woman, who was severely raped over and over again in Canada for years and years, like by her dad or stepdad when she was just a kid...... for like a decade or something -- her dad let strangers rape her and make movies and stuff -- just horrible, and the only thing this poor woman could do to stay happy was live in Australia......... I can't blame her for that...... but she had to kiss so much arse to try to get a special exemption, meantime every Iranian's dog and it's uncle is coming to Australia and woofing that they're persecuted all the time, gimme a break, I guarantee I could go to iran as a tourist and get treated like royalty and pass myself off as an American to everyone there.... come on

just got off the phone to one of the local radio station's here in Sydney saying that trump isn't going to want to honor Obama's promise to Australia's pm Malcolm turnbull to take all of Australia's 3000 or so refugees wasting away on manus island........ I guarantee, half the people 'persecuted' that end up prisoners on manus island would rather just go to india or even home if given the option........ they are really persecuted in Australia, alright, once they get locked up here wherever........ totally irrational system based on irrationalities of 'dean' speech too.....retarded....... Australia is so messed up with its communist Chinese millionaire money making real estate unaffordable and ruining our universities, don't even get me started, it's depressing

I think Trump should worry about Somali psychos in Minnesota and not try to kill a fly with a sledgehammer........ I don't know about sudan except it's a disaster.... and what's all this talk about maybe the national guard will go to Chicago: maybe? fricking send their dumb arses there, just sitting around in their barracks all day jacking off and playing poker while Chicago is turning into Darfur, come on man! let goddam Iran take refugees from Chicago escaping persecution there why don't you!

let me tell you, since i'm reading the koran for the first time, these days, I can remember at around age 17, some Lebanese kids, or some kind of arab kids, they just went up to my buddy's car while we were swimming at bent's basin in southwestern Sydney which is like an extinct volcano lake or something like that, and they were total psychos and just started smashing up all the glass on his mazda 626, that car could really go.......another time I was playing table tennis with my buddy in my garage where my sister and father eventually ended up suiciding, before it became a morgue, so to speak, I mean I even lived in it for a year in 1995...... but before that, like two years or so before that, it was just a huge table tennis place and there were a lot of competitive kind of get togethers that would go down there..... me and a buddy were playing and we heard a loud bang and then the neon light kind of stuttered off I guess and we went outside to see what happened, a car accident almost half a mile down the road...... we later found out, it was the same buddy mentioned above hooning around in his mazda 626 doing like 100 miles an hour around a giant round-about and he just lost it and slammed into a telegraph pole.... he swore that that he had his hands tightly on the wheel and that's why he never died, not sure how much he exaggerated but that car was a write off.........well before that, it was that car that was smashed up by these arab punk kids........... of course, when you're younger, and like from my background, you don't want to read the koran and you just think arabs are potential violent psychos and you don't have much to do with them, although I had a few in roll call class when I was 15 and another interesting story or two happened in some synapses there, but anyway, the point is I guess, the Koran actually talks about arabs being dodgy as.......that's pretty funny considering that arabia is really the foundation stone for islam and really, there are as many moslems these days as catholics, around a billion of each

moving on to American citizenship, it's such a crock of shit because everyone is committing fraud these days getting phony marriages just for a green card, I mentioned on this blog attending a july 4th party, with aa people, once in nyc, and a white cop woman, way too old to hit on me, was hitting on me, and a black lady was saying she could fix an arrange marriage for x thousands of dollars and all the cop lady could give a shit about was hitting on me, total bullshit, let me tell you.... then you have the green card lottery, what a load of shit....... and all these 'refugees' that aren't even really refugees but all the lefty-do-gooders need to eat that shit up and pretend they are because that way they can feel good about themselves when really they're full of shit (go save Shamu, bitches)........ you know what i'm saying?

Shamu, bitches

anyway, stay tuned for my next big thread which is going to be a creative writing piece, something along the lines of: Herschel Buzweiner, reluctant moslem convert and Raskalnikov kind of serial killer dude all of a sudden a la jihadist......... should be good!

Trump: crazy old coot?

poor leaderless americans..... how much longer will they find happiness and fulfilment making subtle vaginal innuendo jokes talking about tacos?........... poor uneducated lot............ may their next four years of Trump bring great entertainment for the relatively disinterested......

Trump has just banned Iranians, Yemenis, Somalis (bunch of troublemakers in Minneapolis), sudanis (whole nation is severely messed up), Iraqis and a couple of other nations from entering America, even if they are green card holders! or have been approved by the idiots at the state dept. already!   this really begs the question:  will Trump be giving rub and tugs to the Saudis when they fly into America and will there be a happy ending??

let's look what Nietzsche had to say (about Paul) and see if it reminds us of anyone we know, takes a while to read it all:



The first Christian. All the world still believes in the authorship of the "Holy Spirit" or is at least still affected by this belief: when one opens the Bible one does so for "edification."... That it also tells the story of one of the most ambitious and obtrusive of souls, of a head as superstitious as it was crafty, the story of the apostle Paul--who knows this , except a few scholars? Without this strange story, however, without the confusions and storms of such a head, such a soul, there would be no Christianity...
That the ship of Christianity threw overboard a good deal of its Jewish ballast, that it went, and was able to go, among the pagans--that was due to this one man, a very tortured, very pitiful, very unpleasant man, unpleasant even to himself. He suffered from a fixed idea--or more precisely, from a fixed, ever-present, never-resting question: what about the Jewish law? and particularly the fulfillment of this law? In his youth he had himself wanted to satisfy it, with a ravenous hunger for this highest distinction which the Jews could conceive - this people who were propelled higher than any other people by the imagination of the ethically sublime, and who alone succeeded in creating a holy god together with the idea of sin as a transgression against this holiness. Paul became the fanatical defender of this god and his law and guardian of his honor; at the same time, in the struggle against the transgressors and doubters, lying in wait for them, he became increasingly harsh and evilly disposed towards them, and inclined towards the most extreme punishments. And now he found that--hot-headed, sensual, melancholy, malignant in his hatred as he was-- he was himself unable to fulfill the law; indeed, and this seemed strangest to him, his extravagant lust to domineer provoked him continually to transgress the law, and he had to yield to this thorn.
Is it really his "carnal nature" that makes him transgress again and again? And not rather, as he himself suspected later, behind it the law itself, which must constantly prove itself unfulfillable and which lures him to transgression with irresistable charm? But at that time he did not yet have this way out. He had much on his conscience - he hints at hostility, murder, magic, idolatry, lewdness, drunkenness, and pleasure in dissolute carousing - and... moments came when he said to himself:"It is all in vain; the torture of the unfulfilled law cannot be overcome."... The law was the cross to which he felt himself nailed: how he hated it! how he searched for some means to annihilate it--not to fulfill it any more himself!
And finally the saving thought struck him,... "It is unreasonable to persecute this Jesus! Here after all is the way out; here is the perfect revenge; here and nowhere else I have and hold the annihilator of the law!"... Until then the ignominious death had seemed to him the chief argument against the Messianic claim of which the new doctrine spoke: but what if it were necessary to get rid of the law?
The tremendous consequences of this idea, of this solution of the riddle, spin before his eyes; at one stroke he becomes the happiest man; the destiny of the Jews--no, of all men--seems to him to be tied to this idea, to this second of its sudden illumination; he has the thought of thoughts, the key of keys, the light of lights; it is around him that all history must revolve henceforth. For he is from now on the teacher of the annihilation of the law...
This is the first Christian, the inventor of Christianity. Until then there were only a few Jewish sectarians.


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not sure how true this is what Nietzsche is talking about..... but like everything Nietzsche comes with in regard to Christianity, better to take benji as an authority......... in fact, benji has started reading the Koran for the first time in earnest, yesterday, and really, it's not hard to read: only 114 books, many of them only one or two pages....... the Koran goes into great detail about Christianity, and Judaism.... and describes itself as an overarching and overbinding religion superimposed on them.... if you are a jew or a Christian by religious persuasion, and want to find affirmation and knowledge of your religion, you can actually find it in the Koran............ Sweedenborg was saying the muslims do not recognize the divinity and divine sonship of Jesus (something Nietzsche doesn't seem to understand), however this is not the case, the Koran clearly states otherwise....... furthermore, the Koran advises that Jesus and others are merely messengers and should not be associated with the greatness of God who is almighty and above Jesus and Mohammed.  The Koran states that the people that equate Jesus with God saying Jesus IS God, are unbelievers (infidels). While it is true that Jesus was in perfect attunement with God (I and the Father are one, is how the gospels put it), the Koran is also quite right to state that it is wrong to associate anyone with God, even a messenger. The Koran goes into great detail about this to make it clear. I recently tried explaining this to the pastor at auburn's Anglican church who visited me at home to the table I am currently using to type on (glass topped).... I said to the guy, imagine this entire table surface is our milky way galaxy, and this measly speck of bread crumb is our solar system.... keeping in mind there are already virtually countless galaxies similar to our own discovered by hubble, etc..... then Jesus may be the 'big man on campus' on this little planet of ours, but God is the ruler of all of this Galaxy and the rest of them and Jesus is nothing to those other worlds, not relevant.......... the pastor, Mr. Cocks, seemed to understand that.

Anyway, the Koran is very explicit about that, and generally it goes into a great deal of explanations about the inevitable hellfire awaiting the stingy in charity and the evildoers in general although it doesn't mention various sins specifically that I have seen so far. Most of the sins it mentions have to do with blaspheming against God, putting anything above God, including children and family and Nation, etc.

With regard to the Sean Hannity's of this world always harping about 'radical islam' and the Moslem apologists saying Islam has nothing to do with killing. Let's be clear, the Koran is all for killing infidels, it's not 'radical', it's just what God prescribes in the Koran. If you can make peace with them, make peace, it says, otherwise kill them, and the polytheists (e.g., Hindus, who are infidels). So if you have a spare airforce and some nukes, go ahead and nuke india because it's full of polytheists. The Koran prescribes killing or converting polytheists. A lot of the conquests the Koran prescribes are relative to the conquest of Arabia and farther lands that Mohammed and after-comers achieved. There was a limit reached in Spain over various centuries which contained and eventually repelled Islam from conquering Europe, although it did reach southern Italy, southern France through Barcelona, Bulgaria (through Turkey) and some smaller nations in the Balkans.

The Koran also states that the punishment for killing a believer (non-infidel) is hell, and even eternal hell (whatever that means - probably having to watch Ellen Degeneris over and over again without being able to punch yourself in the face for relief occasionally, or marrying my wife, who knows?). This means a lot of Isis and others warring in the middle east will be going to hell as well as a great many u.s. military folks who bombed and invaded sovereign nation Iraq in the first place (off to the hellfire in the afterlife, see ya, wouldn't wanna be ya! Although how much worse could it be than having my wife for a wife? wanna buy her off me?). However, getting back to the original point, the constant conquest and killing it prescribes for the infidels is more suited to large battles and campaigns than civilized modern western nations. In such nations, large police and intelligence agencies exist to thwart such attacks which are viewed as terrorism. All conspirers realize that eventually they would be caught and imprisoned or have the death penalty. The way the Koran prescribes killing infidels is more relevant to situations like when the arabs invaded India or southern spain or whatever with large armies, taking slaves, etc, not having to worry about local law enforcement stopping them from gunning some folks down and arresting them.

Danger hotspots: petrol tanker trucks, fertilizer sales at garden nurseries, firecrackers, petrol tanker trucks, etc.

gym week 43: 8km

gym week 42: 2km

trump's tweeting

you've seen the famous Heineken commercial with the amateur, the professional and the master, hiding their beers in the fridge.

http://youtu.be/1zH-ebGr0SQ


 And you've seen that mostly non memorable will smith movie from 2005 where smith slaps some white guy in the face and shows him how to dance.

https://youtu.be/KQ3Xom5XAM4


you may also have seen various family guy episodes and the scene in the blues brothers where the old couple behind the bar turn the sound up after hearing the opening bars of rawhide in a, but let us not digress



commenting on trump's tweeting is petty and tedious for benji, hopefully we will avoid it. Look at this picture:

these women are out burning calories and saving the taxpayers millions in health care expenses and should be lauded for not sitting around in a sedentary way watching the view and the talk and Ellen

the correct tweet is: @calorie burning troopers, #keep those legs stepping, way to go

iraq and Syria with non expert benji

it'd be interesting to hear what the experts would have to say about creating a Kurdish state in northern Iraq and Syria. It would really change Turkey as you'd expect the ppk and millions of Kurds to just leave Iraq and Syria and Turkey and just settle there. I'd look at building a big wall there.


also I would consider the option of not completely annihilating Isis straight away but fencing them in, making big efforts to resettling people fleeing from them. The porosity of the border with Turkey is an issue as are oil sales.


Syria is a huge problem as the whole place is rubble, major disaster. Completely fencing Isis in, who can say how peace can be achieved? It's hard to imagine people wanting to go back to Assad rule after all that war and turmoil. Rebuilding Syria would be good but virtually impossible due to warring. Big mess.


reaffirming the Baghdad govt seems good, but not when Isis takes all their weapons. Fencing Isis in without putting non Baghdadi soldiers against them would probably lead to less carnage in Europe, western.


putting 20,000 or so American soldiers there wouldn't hurt but I would just have them sitting on a line without making major incursions, unless if with the Kurds to make a Kurdish state.


blocking the Flow of weapons and money from Iran and Saudi Arabia asap is best if possible.


meeting with Putin asap also a good idea for trump. Any plans by cia to assassinate trump put in bottom drawer for three months.


trump's idea of free trade with Theresa may is splendid and they should proceed asap with that as should Australia.


let trump rattle the Chinese all he likes. He must know they have two trillion or whatever in u.s. Govt bonds they can sell whenever they want. It would have to be honored, right?


let trump do all the trade deals he wants / can, I wouldn't worry about that.


if I were trump I'd just avoid watching and reacting to the media alot Coz it's all a big bubble and the more attention you give it, the more you feed it, just tune out.


those are benji's non educated, non expert opinions. Would be nice to talk to an expert or two about it. Definitely challenge china in south china sea. I'd drop leaflets all over china telling them their govt is failing, that's bold. One China is a joke, just take a look at Singapore. Chinese people are smart but the govt in Beijing stinks.

marriage of figaro, act 2 (continuing)

ok so the next song on the list is cherubino's voi che sapete..... he is only supposed to be 16 years old and he's always played by a woman as there has not yet been a pubescent teenager whose voice hasn't broken who could sing the soprano parts play the role..... there have been cases where kids could do it but it just hasn't been done.... more to do with the difficulty of scheduling and the fact that their window to playing would be shortlived anyway, since eventually their voice would break......

this is an opera about love, cherubino's conception of love for the opposite sex (there are no fags in this opera) is innocent and naïve, he has no knowledge of sex and is only beginning to experience sexual desire........ the aria reflects that -- it's not for everyone, so we won't even bother trying to sell it to you

however, it is important, in my mind, when considering this opera, which is probably the greatest opera every written and therefore, really, the greatest musical ever written........ that we understand cherubino's aria as a prelude and strong juxtaposition to some of the powerful arias the count delivers shortly thereafter

if you've seen the movie Amadeus, which is somewhat bleak and depressing, especially towards the end and somewhat untrue in its blaming Salieri for killing Mozart, you would see a scene in which Mozart is trying to convince the ruling monarch whoever it was at the time, in his area, about how great opera is and how in his opera, there is a scene that runs on for 20 minutes with continual singing.... this is the barrage that comes after voi che sapete and some of the dopey sing songy parts with no music........ it is a thoroughly magnificent strip of music too, really, again, among the greatest music that we know of.............

the count is a man that wants to fuck.......... he's not going to say 'i'll growl her box out even if it's hot and sweaty and bloody,' like an Australian English redneck uncouth varmint, because this is not Mozart's style, however, nevertheless, we can fairly affirm that the Count wants to fuck like a bull and he doesn't giving a flying fuck, as they say, whose feelings are hurt. He wants to fuck his servant's fiancée because it's his right as a nobleman......... the politics of this is what offended Mozart's relevant nobleman at the time of producing this opera..... interestingly, in America, which had just been born at the time after George Washington and his buddies kicked the English's arses and established Jefferson's Constitution, the awarding of hereditary titles had been banned. We might say today that u.s. citizenship, in and of itself, constitutes a form of hereditary title which itself is unconstitutional, however, this is a radical tangent and we want to talk about the Count

now the Count has a thoroughly magnificent baritone, as does his servant Figaro, however the Count's may be a little deeper and certainly his songs are most bombastic and most booming and most powerful, in his aggressive and arrogant way, due to the support of the orchestra....... the Count in act 2 is seeking out Sussana who is hidden in a closet..... he doesn't care that his wife the Countess is offended by his lack of love for her, this is conjugial love, as described by Sweedenborg, for one man to one woman exclusively, none of the characters in this story are muslims who can have four wives legally and fairly and squarely according to their God appointed religion

if you go ahead and listen to this long stream of 20 minutes opera, just appreciate how powerful and magnificent the count's arias are.... later you will hear Figaro singing and still later an old widow who wants to marry Figaro and doesn't care about Susana, Marcellina, comes onto the scene, it turns out she's Figaro's mother so it's all a little incestuous - but they were both innocent of that knowledge at the time...... you'll hear a magnificent aria in act 3 representing that realization later.......

all of the Count's magnificent baritones are wonderfully and very masterfully balanced by Mozart with Susana and the Countess' excellent sopranos

word of the day: do not be "tawdry" when reporting to the benji

https://mobile.nytimes.com/2017/01/10/business/media/bill-oreilly-sexual-harassment-fox-news-juliet-huddy.html


we've all been tawdry at some point right? Probably the mrs' fault or the devil's, or satan's.... Bet you've been missing that wavey screen effect with harp sounding music preceding a fantasy scene, like on the brady bunch, cue it now....


can you imagine if the benji worked at fox news hq in Manhattan? Day 1: Here's your desk, there's the water cooler, this is your security tag and log-in IDs


day 2: The foxy looking black lady Harris Faulkner or whatever her name is invites me to dinner after work with some of her buddies at an Ethiopian restaurant in mid town... Later that night, Harris has a sore back and needs help lifting some boxes, next thing I know I'm skipping rope in her lounge room in a spangled and sparkling blue outfit singing 'if you knew Suzy like I knew Suzie, oh what a girl'... She is watching me from the couch with a margarita and a cushion on her lap... I'd better go now, I have to feed my goldfish I say


day 3: At the water cooler, I find out I can make 200 grand easy just by sending a sexual harassment claim to her lawyer(s), Mitch from HR overhears the conversation and practically gives me his brother in law's cousin's business card, she's a great lawyer and won't charge me a dime until settlement is received


day 4: queers and dykes come out of the woodwork coz they're thirsty and the coke vending machine down the corridor is too far... Some hot blonde decides to save me from the homos coz it's her religious duty, she isn't important enough to sue but looks really nice


day 5: looks like someone has taken one of my wraps from the fridge. Did I learn anything studying communications and media over a three year period? Thankfully there's an old school garbage bin and a fancy looking mounted baseball bat that looks like a vintage museum piece. I make busy banging loudly around the office and announce the correct protocol for not eating my food. I apologize for not using Instagram or Snapchat and ask people to spread the word, especially if their buddies are food thieves. The owner of the expensive vintage bat is troubled, I strike up a conversation about Christian principles after seeing a photo of him and his pastor on his desk. He agrees to forgive me and even turn the other cheek offering me free baseball tickets. I thank him and walk off pulling out my cell phone which is shaped like optimus prime when he's just a truck or whatever. I open up optimus prime and call my lawyer handling my other matter. I tell her someone is trying to ram their baseball culture down my throat and it's making me feel uncomfortable like. Can we sue?

Day 6:

I set up a giant red reset button on my desk, whenever it's pressed, cartman saying f you I'll do what I want overrides the fox news playing on the TV behind my swivel chair, thus:

https://youtu.be/z0-KZS1dDyw

My boss' name is Keith maybe, hard to remember, I view him as a holistic collaborator:

"I ain't going to Canada bro, unless it's like a little backwater town up north with mooses and snowy forests and oldtimers sitting around a real fire in a kickarse looking general store built before 1870. I'm not going to Vancouver or Quebec or anywhere like that."

Like Keith asks me what I mean?

I press the reset button and inform him I have that in Braille, just rub the windowsill.

I inform like Keith I'll be driving out to queens and getting something to eat and will return later in the day.

Day 7:

I install motion detectors to save electricity. Lights are dimmed at slow times when no motion is detected for a quarter hour. Lights come on when motion is detected. I procure bean bags and forward billing to accounts. I get phone numbers for hair and makeup, I have ideas.

Day 8:

There's a blonde intern from Harvard, she is either pretending to be incredibly dumb or else she's incredibly dumb. I tell her if she can beat me at battleships I'll get my uncle to name a ride after her as he owns Disneyland. We play on the new beanbags in my office, China vs America. We adjust the rules to reflect China's farther reach with anti-ship missiles and America's general naval superiority. It's battleships so there's no airforce. It's just A1 hit-sunk kind of thing.
Next I have to see Tobey in hair make up. He says that even though old lady Gunderson is nominally the boss, the lady in the frumpy dress, that he really rules the roost. Hold on I have to wait while he tinkles. He has a secret room in his office opened by a sneaky sliding bookshelf like in Scooby doo and Agatha Christie shows. In his secret room, there's one of those kind of motivation pictures like at employment agencies: the caption just says one word, Glory. The picture shows about a dozen black guys jerking off on a white guy, they all seem pretty happy, clearly Tobey is gay. He likes my ideas but says there's no way any of the male hosts will wear eyebrow piercings. He jokes that we might print 666 on Rupert Murdoch's forehead. My ideas about female presentation meet less scepticism but slutty skintight tops may not be achievable. I bid Tobey adieu and complement his Glory picture.

Day 9:

Battleships Harvard girl asks me out on a date, only one date, and there's no ambiguity about it being two different dates as we are both in the same time zone and the international time line is thousands of miles away, west of Hawaii. I tell her no, but not because of any potential ambiguity issues, but because it is 'blooks' night'. 'What's blooks' night?' she asks me. I explain it's where all the guys or blooks get together and just go out and party. She explains she was raised in a circus since being a baby to adulthood and wasn't completely familiar with modern social norms. I explain that I had just spent literally the past three years living in a hole underground but that I didn't want to go into explanations of it and the only reason I had a tan was because of tanning salons. She looks interested but I tell her I must go, as Mitch is waiting for me. She says something about sexual stereotypes so I ask her to change the oil in my car.

Out on the town, Mitch and his posse, all male, find what they deem to be a happening spot. After some time I am approached by a very attractive looking female. However, it is the 21st century and there no way for me to know if she was born a male and subsequently embarked on some form of gender reassignment therapy, therefore I have to assume that she could have had two dicks for all I know (this is an actual medical condition, some men are born with two dicks and it's a good reason to have gender reassignment surgery, possibly the only good reason).

"What?" the attractive looking woman says.

"Two dicks. How do I know you weren't born with them between your legs?"

Thank God for feminism and the fact that this woman makes so much money and is so empowered (I can tell by her jewelry and demeanor), because she doesn't throw her drink in my face, it looks like it would be sticky.

"I'm just saying," I go on earnestly. I proceed to explain my concerns about gender reassignment surgery and the hazards of modern dating for men not interested in women who had once been men, even just with one dick.

"You're joking, right? Good one! Actually it's hard for me to meet people sometimes because of my fame," she says, relieved that i'm joking, which i'm not.

"You're famous?" I ask.

"You've never seen Pasty Castles? I'm in Pasty Castles!"

At this point I decide to beat a strategic retreat to the futbolin table which actually looks like fun. I tell my interlocutor I need  to go to the restroom.

Later in the evening she will spend half an hour to an hour, evaluating and analyzing our conversation with her BFF and another half an hour to an hour with her mother, analyzing our conversation. Although completely versed with the profound wisdom and knowledge of 'Sex in the City', this is a scenario she's not aware of. I find a piece of paper with her phone number on it and conveniently use it to protect innocent passerbys on the outdoors sidewalks from my chewing gum.


Datin' [sic]:

Ten days in, time to skip work and attend a transgender and transsexual support group for the heck of it. I need a cover story to infiltrate: "hi everyone, I'm Ben." "Hi Ben," everyone responds supportively. "My wife left me for an effeminate Asian man, I had to raise five boys alone. I attracted no women. I realized I had too much testosterone and needed an edge so like a lot of you, I started taking female hormone therapy. It made child raising a lot easier. For a while I was thinking about full conversion and falling pregnant with a sixth child. Then my eldest son started playing baseball and dating a sixteen year old girl two years older than him and she was really great, helping out with the kids. I decided I needed more testosterone with the eldest two kids coz they were getting very athletic so I stopped the female hormone therapy, took a little supplemental testosterone pills for a few months and have completely stopped with the pills for months now and feeling balanced out. That's my story."
"Thanks for sharing Ben," says Sam, who might be male or female and have boobs, or not.


day 11: 

the news is in that transgender boy scouts aged 3 will be allowed to manifest their 'true transgender nature' in the boy scouts........... and this is progress, not child abuse..... it's too sick to ponder......... depressing, flicking over to Hannity --- he is basically saying he is running super low on Saudi cum and needs to drink a quart real fast to function normally ---- it's time to visit o'reilly............... step step step, i'm about to knock on his door when I hear him talking inside: 'ou est le chatte?' -- he repeats clumsily after hearing an instructional voice from some basic learn to speak French program, maybe he wants to brush up on his French and go to Quebec, who can say?

'hello, it's billy bob from maintenance,' I lie, knocking on the door trying to sound convincing, 'apparently we're going to need a couple of quarts of Saudi cum, preferably from a prince as opposed to some underling or handless thief, got any?'

'no I stopped drinking that stuff after it made me burp so hard my windows blew out.'

'ok, that sounds plausible, where can I get some?' I ask.

'Try Dobbs next door, they don't call him lewd for nothing.'

'ok.'

Dobbs is no good either, but he says he'll arrange me to take the fox news chopper to the white house asap as there may be a good supply there from the bush 43 years.


day 12:

it's the first of the month, time to cash my unemployment check (even though I got a job) and cash in cuz

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bpBP9dALcWw

maybe braid me [sic] hair after that:

https://www.nytimes.com/2017/02/10/us/army-ban-on-dreadlocks-black-servicewomen.html?module=WatchingPortal&region=c-column-middle-span-region&pgType=Homepage&action=click&mediaId=thumb_square&state=standard&contentPlacement=2&version=internal&contentCollection=www.nytimes.com&contentId=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.nytimes.com%2F2017%2F02%2F10%2Fus%2Farmy-ban-on-dreadlocks-black-servicewomen.html&eventName=Watching-article-click&_r=0

#president trump #meryl streep #fuckyourgoldenglobs

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P4Bda6_usuc

pita

seis

#president trump:  if you aren't #tagging shut up stupid spoilt whore #meryl streep you aren't #tagging

#meryl streep:  dingo got yo' baby so shut up and make with the tears

oh yeah, probably not legal to employ your son in law, rules of nepotism - watch that

you damn straight someone got chlamydia bitch

gym week 40: pass; gym week 41: 4km

500 of the 10,000 things accord with the tao

http://youtu.be/F_uDzrEGjfk

movie review: documentary "collapse", Mike Rupert

http://youtu.be/q5TpVfGbEME

marriage of figaro, act 2

now as luck has it, over the Xmas i splashed out on a nice new sound system for my ride, with greater everything, including blue tooth operability, no pun intended.... The old marriage of Figaro act 1 cd still sits in the cd player, but nowadays, technology being what it is, compact discs are somewhat passe... I still remember using vinyl records with 33 & 45 rpm settings, but this is now obselete... It was only in the 1980s that copper phone lines were eshewed for optical fibres, which may have been a gift from aliens from a different solar system, who knows? I still remember my dad, who taught me electronics as a kid v=i/r, how to solder and make circuits with resisters, etc... Seems my kid is only interested in tv, but at least I'm encouraging a love of linguistics I suppose, as he's happy to watch tv in Spanish and Russian.


anyway, it's the easiest thing in the world to download marriage of Figaro, act 2, on YouTube, then blue tooth it to the new sound system.... I'll walk you through the classic arias there soon, it's fair to say the parts in between with all the kind of singing lines with no music is kind of crappo and I'm sure Mozart wouldn't disagree too strongly if he were around now....


so as it turns out, my old blue car isn't too old to deliver food for uber and that's just what I've been doing tonight! A little extra pocket money




ok so the plot of act 2 is straightforward:


In the second act the Countess, in her room, is sad, neglected by her husband. She listens to Figaro's plan to dress Cherubino as a girl and put him in Susanna's place in an attempt to trap the Count. Cherubino is singing of his love for the Countess, when the Count returns from hunting, eager to pursue matters divulged to him in an anonymous letter accusing the Countess. Cherubino hides in the closet and Susanna, unseen by the others, comes in. The Countess tells her husband that Susanna is in the closet but the door cannot be opened. The Count, suspicious, goes to fetch tools to open the door, taking the Countess with him. This allows Cherubino to jump out of the window and Susanna to take his place. The Count returns and the closet is opened, revealing Susanna. Antonio, the gardener, adds complications when he comes in to complain of someone jumping out of the window, and Figaro now claims that it was him. The act ends with the appearance of Don Basilio, Bartolo and Marcellina, seeking justice




if you listen to that first aria, that's really the countess, bemoaning or bewailing her situation with her husband, I personally can't understand what she's saying apart from 'tesoro' which is treasure, a term of endearment, however, clearly she is sad... Her husband is a son of a bitch and has a right to shtoop any of his servants' wives, which he intends to do with Susanna, which is a big part of the plot... This is really how it was with the aristocracy a few centuries ago in Europe... Unfortunately, with all of our liberties today, we've actually gone backwards in many individual cases, no doubt


Porgi, amor, qualche ristoro
al mio duolo, ai miei sospir';
o mi rendi il mio tesoro,
o mi lascia almen morir.
Love, give some solace
to my grief, to my sighs;
either give me back my treasure,
or at least let me die.


http://youtu.be/bcAbM3ON15Q


very moving, very touching, now returning to crime mob's I'll beat yo azz, I definitely consider this comparable to opera, there are staccato bass riffs, a kind of singing, of less obtuse range than Mozart operas, still a fascinating and enthralling musical piece, I highly rate it:


http://youtu.be/LvIQ7V6ReZA

dream

me and my brother were about to initiate a kind of fish and chips, greasy spoon store. He had some experience working in that and our prospects were ok. Perhaps the store would be associated at first with the shopping centre nearest his house in real life which is a very mopey, low education, down on its luck, dreary place. However, as the dream evolved it turned out we were on a university campus, by the looks of it. The state governor mike Baird is about to do some tv pr thing and hasn't done most of the buttons up on his shirt, I'm walking around in long green pyjamas and say so kind of under my breath. On my mind now isn't frozen fish and chips and that soon to be shop's business but selling muffins to the university kids who are on their way get muffins for lunch time, as am I. I'm wondering how to sell muffins at like. 6am most of the kids are asleep then.