Sunday, July 31, 2022

Mexicans in the USA invariably call each other 'primo' (cousin)... this means if TS Elliott and Missy Elliott were Mexicans in the USA Missy would call TS 'primo' even if they weren't actually cousins

Missy Elliott...

https://youtu.be/iBHNgV6_znU


As a young and brooding intellectual, I was singularly unimpressed with TS Elliott's poetry in my junior year of high school, turning 17 or actually 17. Even now, looking back he seems utterly inconsequential. By comparison, the Canadian rock group, the Crash Test Dummies, who actually used one of TS Elliott's famous poem lines about measuring afternoons with coffee spoons, actually seemed to have a lot more exciting things to say in their lyrics. And their music was so often impressive and original.


I walked away from TS Elliott thinking he was an utter non entity. Even the dog from Seth MacFarlane's Family Guy, who fashions himself as an aspiring LA writer or the like, seems far more capable than TS Elliott.


In fact, I cannot take TS Elliott seriously at all. Like John McEnroe, fuming with anger, smashing his tumblers and toasters and crystal goblets and whatever you can call a drinking vessel or jar made from glass, 'he (TS ELLIOTT) cannot be serious!' 

He cannot be serious!!!!

https://youtu.be/t0hK1wyrrAU


Everyone saw his poetry was inconsequential! Everyone except my year 11 English teacher, Mr Starling. Also my Legal Studies teacher and like my teacher for one other thing, it seemed 17 and me and Mr Starling were a whole thing. My classmate Wendy or whatever her name was would come by with her giggling laughs, like a six year old, and start playing with my hair. How could a seventeen year old girl act like a six year old so unashamedly? I could not understand if she ever felt any passion for me or just childish affection.


At our table under Mr Starling's own youthful gaze, he couldn't have been older than 22  or 24 himself, just a kid, apart from Wendy and I and the carrot-colored-hair television stat (or star, whatever) muchacho from the tv adventure island Saturday morning tv show whatever it was. There was Bernadette. An extremely sexy looking Asian girl with her unforgettable tight shirts and tight skirts, always a pleasure to roll my gaze over every curve and bang of her hair. Her dark eyes smoldered like a South East Asian jungle spewing smoke or fog or something. Long jet black straight hair, well cared for. Short, like barely five feet tall. Who could remember who the other dummies were?


Afternoons and coiffure spoons... Crash Test Dimmies...

https://youtu.be/W0YeGv5xHUU


Catherine, that's right. Her and Bernadette became lawyers in the end. Catherine was very sensible in an English kind of way, she looking to be quite English like Wendy, but also like Wendy, not a looker, not real sexy. Unlike Wendy she was not given to unusual displays of affection involving ambushing me and rubbing my coiffure. Giggling hysterically, childlike.


Another blonde, white girl, this one very hot, not in my classes, borrowed a VHS video tape from me and never returned it. Maybe that was her way of flirting. I think Laura the south American girl in Spanish class definitely liked me. She called me a rebel one day in class. Then Alejandro the Uruguayan muchacho heard that and thought it was so funny. Five years later I would run into him again with my Jew girl college girlfriend in the long pedestrian tunnel running out of Central station.


My mother did always say, emphatically, 'be care-eff-full (three syllables) when you get on the train!!!!'.... maybe she was worried about the crash test dummies. I wonder why Mrs Wolowitz never warned her son about being care-eff-full when he had to get on the train....

https://youtu.be/7EBN0xlUGOg


I guess the takeaway is Wendy, Bernadette, Catherine, the hot looking blonde girl with my VHS tape, Laura the south American, even our Spanish teacher from Kentucky, and my Jew girl girlfriend from five years later all probably would have loved it if I had called them señorita, but probably not Mr Starling. No point second guessing the past, but in hindsight, it would have been better only to have tapped Bernadette, the hot blonde with the VHS and possibly Laura, and definitely not the Jew girl.


Would you love it if someone called you señorita, zer/zie?

https://youtu.be/YOJ3wd0Kl2E



Thursday, July 28, 2022

Wednesday, July 27, 2022

Tucker Carlson, struggling to be as real as the real niggaz of NWA

 

Obviously NWA exaggerate and embellish, they're entertainers, and so is Rucker [sic]


Latest Tucker:

https://youtu.be/isErc-XwB5I


I approve of the Fox news NY post Miranda Devine junta. I think it's good. Please understand junta means grouping in Spanish and doesn't have English connotations in Spain that might refer to south American banana republics.


With regards to Ukraine. I disapprove as totally fake and ridiculous, the western media fawning of Zelinski. I expect Ben Stiller to be full of shit in real life but I don't care I just enjoy him in Dodgeball and try to leave him alone. I was even invited one time to an event with Ben Stiller but just kind of passed.


Having said that and already stated my disapproval of the American policy of not keeping a sliver of Afghanistan bordering Xinjiang. Tucker's arguments are ridiculous. Biden and the Soviet communist Janet Yellen printed out like 4 trillion dollars from thin air around 2020. Then posted this money out to Americans and spent it on their crony shit politics. Completely fucking America up. This is the murder weapon, the smoking gun, the dill laced putrid engine oil. The four trillion from nowhere. This caused America's inflation. As is typical of the Democrat leadership, they were starving for power while out of office and rushed in as soon as possible to fill the vacuum they had caused by robbing the election and attempting to brainwash the masses and immediately printed out four trillion plus dollars from nowhere.  This has nothing to do with Zelinski. 


This has NOTHING to do with Ukraine or Zilinsky. Why would Zilinsky think about Biden printing out four trillion dollars from nowhere when it's beyond the scope of his care??? Ridiculous.


Biden has spent a moderate 60 billion on Ukraine and the Brits and Germans and EU are also spending and noone was threatening to invade Russia and there are missiles parked all over China and Japan that can bomb Russia. Putin is super old school and he does not have a realistic grasp on making Russia a truly mighty nation. Doing so would inevitably involve real rule of law and real democracy and not just thuggery and top down cleptocrats. 


The Ukrainians certainly have their Himars operating now and Tucker is absolutely talking out of his ass. The Russians are now focused on bombing with long range missiles as the 80km distance of the accurate Himars means many forward Russia munitions depots have already been bombed. Ultimately probably nobody that matters at the Pentagon could feasibly waste time watching Tucker talking shit about this war unless they wanted a distraction like listening to NWA or watching Stiller in Dodgeball. It's the folks at the Pentagon deciding how many Himars missiles to provide. The EU is also forwarding their own system.


Russia's strategic command is absolutely joking however I'm not surprised because I know exactly how Russians think.


Zelinski is doing a pretty good job and he and his people are being unfairly oppressed by the Russians which is nothing new for them and now it's in the EUs backyard we have a whole different game. Even the Spaniards are donating stuff to Zelinski and it's likely the facists under Franco even sent Spanish soldiers to Russia to help the Nazis invade there during world war 2. So let Putin and everyone else know there history. 


Obviously someone needs to slap Tucker in the face for this ridiculousness. Pretty hard too, leaving like a little red mark, but one that would go away after about an hour or something, nothing too crazy. 


I'm disgusted with this nonsense from Tucker. Why doesn't he go get his toenails done at a salon? Can someone explain???????? I can't understand that????!!!!



Tuesday, July 26, 2022

Effecting an oil change on my american made motor, using suction

 

So for $12.95 I got a little suction device and effected my first oil change in that wise, today. 


I believe it's an American made motor because it sports a sticker saying made in the USA with american and foreign made parts.


I elected for a three step backward step shuffle to squirt the oil out. Sucking oil from engine chamber then stepping backwards three steps to squirt old oil out on the bushes. Then I noticed one of the house hamsters getting too close to the old oil. You could add dill to your oil in that situation if you're interested in murdering your hamster. Just sayin'. Then you'd be illin' and dillin', again, just sayin'. 


I refilled with fresh oil, removing the seal and started the engine a couple of times. A fair amount of smoke belched out briefly while it was still mostly empty of oil. Not unlike a Spanish Iberia airlines jumbo or a 'new' Russian commercial jumbo jet in need of maintenance.


The new oil is on a correct level but there's a goodly leftover amount of the old oil that should have been changed earlier that is mixing in a little and degrading it a little. Will have to re-change around Xmas maybe. Will make a note on my scheduler.


Trump Pence hit DC

https://youtu.be/NLWM0aMwF-0


The jury has found Trump Pence guilty of never effecting an oil change on a cement mixing truck 

That's a lie that's a goddamn lie f*** you you black motherfucker!!!

Get him the f*** out of my courtroom right now, out right now!!!!

Tell them Dre!

https://youtu.be/qZuxPKUVGiw



Hey y'all, me just simple bus driver ok? Try going into a male bus drivers' restroom. Might ruffle a few lesbian and transgender feathers. Not to mention upsetting the ladies. Pretty dirty, know what I mean? The graffiti on the walls I mean. Dirty pictures etc. Kinda funny too though.


Heck, in light of all that and considering we haven't utilized the wavey screen effect with harp music, like in the Brady Bunch.... Can you imagine what a sit down interview with Trump and Pence might look like now?


Mr and Mr President, Vice President. Again I'm sorry to bring up these scurrilous charges from the mainstream media, you've both been found guilty of not effecting an oil change on a cement mixing truck, meaning you're white bred redneck chicken shit mother effers.


Mike Pence: we are mother effers, technically that's true. But we think it's appalling manners to speak so. 


Trump: right, I mean I sometimes get a red neck if I don't wear suncream in July, I'm definitely guilty of that.


Ok it's embarrassing, let's just go on to an easier question: what's your favorite kind of blue? Elph stone, Cobalt, Sapphire or some other kind. You can just answer at the end if you want. Also what's both your favorite green? Emerald, Jade, dark fir green, etc. Maybe just go to a paintshop and email a color scheme for that one. Definitely not socially awkward like if I were to ask you should I get gender reassignment surgery should I get a rabbi to cut my johnson off, so awkward.


Trump: I don't think I know any rabbis that would do that.


Let's not get into religious freedoms just yet. Unless your priest is Alfred E Neumann. Consider these humorous, 'What evil lurks in the hearts of men' silhouettes. Apparently nice people everywhere but their silhouettes yield a chilling mural of murder and mayhem. What might we see on the sillouette wall in a meeting between you guys and Senate Democrats.


Mike Pence: I'm fully expecting to be raped with a blunt instrument while my organs are ripped out and eaten.


Trump?


Donald Trump: ditto.


Mike Pence: black might not be the most racially sensitive choice of color for that silhouette Ben, how about a nice turquoise blue?


Trump: turquoise is green isn't it?


Ben: I think it can be either. So how about cancelling gay marriage and counselling kids to change gender, can we just make that a crime? If we can't repeal gay marriage can we make three way gay throuples raising designer genetic babies illegal? Donald any ideas? I mean to be honest with you Donald, fuck going to North Korea. How did that turn out for Otto and Dennis Rodman? Pretty hit and miss right? And fuck ceding any more territory to china too. Just a thought.


Mike Pence: Ben I'm kinda getting tired, can we just kick back and listen to Snoop for a bit?


Yes we can Michael..... Tell them Snoop....


https://youtu.be/-6hxH80TCp8










Real niggaz

 https://youtu.be/A0xHuA4jmgs

Monday, July 25, 2022

General Jack Keane on Fox News, General Milley comes to Sydney

 

Here's retired General Jack Keane talking to Julie Banderas....

https://youtu.be/4HC6XAAy6yI


This is Milli Vanilli blaming it on the rain, yeah:

https://youtu.be/BI5IA8assfk


Dismissed.

Sunday, July 24, 2022

Unsolved homicide, the first 48

 

Ok a lot of bus Australians don't like fox news, but prefer american movies. To placate Kim I flicked over to the first 48 detective show. Omar Laparra, unsolved Miami homicide. Could have been the Canadian porn star that ate one of his victims. I totally get it: Canadian men are so sexy they're delicious.


So Kim pissed off and the Uruguayan guy wanted to know who did it by the time he left. As I was typing that I actually saw Kim at the same bus stop I was walking to and I mentioned King George V leaving and asked if there was a goodbye bash. Kim said it was at his place so apparently they're buddies. I like Kim. Like JFK he and I were at Willoughby depot then eventually transferred to Mona Vale. I wouldn't go to King George V goodbye piss up but I wouldn't begrudge him it either.


Anyway before I left the tv room, the Uruguayan guy took his leave. He wanted me to tell him who the killer was but in the end, as the episode was from like 2009, at that time the cops had no idea and only in hindsight does it appear to be possibly linked to the psycho Canadian gay porn star. I think this guy was extradited from Germany and had posted a foot to the conservative Canadian political party, whatever they're called. And had sex with like dismembered body parts formerly connected with that foot.


I'm guessing cops in America, in Miami, are not actively pushing for a deposition from the Canadian guy but it's very possible he's the guy.


So that Uruguayan guy was telling me his next door neighbor is a homicide detective and they sometimes have chats. I can tell you when chatting with many Uruguayans and Argentinians, they have the unusual practice of pronouncing 'll' as 'sh' instead of 'y'.


The Spanish word for be quiet (sir or ma'am) is the same as the Spanish word for street: Calle. Pronounced cuh-she by Uruguayans.


https://abcnews.go.com/US/police-canadian-porn-actor-linked-unsolved-miami-murder/story?id=16536675





Just another manic Monday woe woo woe

 

Ok so it's 1135am and I'm waiting at the bus stop for the bus, unlike when I was living in queens NYC, I will drive the bus away when it comes.


Tammy Bruce from fox news is the product of an affair and doesn't know who her father was (wasn't me). The black guy David said our sun will explode in ten billion years.


I walked into meal room at depot precisely as an African chap was about to run off and throw a javelin at a sports meet. I tossed my lamb into the fridge and quipped, 'spearchucka' to my colleagues and then joked that I'm going to get fired and walked out the room the opposite door. What a racist.


On the walk to the bus stop one of my colleagues was kind enough to acknowledge my existence as we stepped so we ended up walking the 100 yards or so 'walk of shame' (what the bus driver from LA calls it) together and chatting amicably. He used to be in the tree shredding game three decades I take it. 


On the bus, BJ, from Avalon, was around and about a second time and I was able to clarify his regular cafes he hangs out as. He can be my first buddy in Avalon after the big house warming there with the boat or Jodi Comer or whatever.


Before stepping out of the depot and after coming downstairs from the javelin shot on tv, I ran into one of the ladies I work with. She's older than me by the looks of it and I know her name but can't remember it. Moi started mumbling idiotically once I got a load of her earring on her left earlobe. It's like a giant circle of her actual flesh is missing in the middle of it then her right ear isn't like that but has an earring in the top part. I mentioned my eyebrow piercing from way back and did my new (it's a northern beaches insular peninsula nutjob thing y'all) weirdo used car salesman laugh like the guy from Spain that does Mozart's laugh in Amadeus in spanish. On the bus there was actually one female earring with clasp where the cash boxes used to be before we went cashless. I'll give that to Scarlet Bella for her collection.


Regarding parenting with daughters, my parenting style in general is kind of like a very can do military approach. Everything can be done. Same time girls appreciate their privacy. It gets pretty girly coz I'm already thinking about lecturing the older daughter on protecting her jewellery from the younger daughter.


Basic training is pretty much over so no point yelling at everyone. I told my kids how my father would growl at me, 'you are going backwards!' And did all my counselling with all the great folks in Colorado, Illinois, northern California, Cincinnati Ohio and wherever else, Alaska, etc, in the United States plus the folks at lifeline and mensline Australia, peace be upon them all.


Some young Slovakian lady was on the bus, a doctor fixing to migrate to Australia. What we say in Spain, she 'had a dust', which in British English, with their flats and pounds they say, 'a nice sort of bird.' I gave her my phone number just in case, southern hospitality.


If time travel were a thing, here's what my relationship with Tammy Bruce might look like, as her father.....

https://youtu.be/a0XiztFUZlc


Say, I've just made up a joke, what time was the pharaoh's bus due?


2:10 comin'


fade in to music....

https://youtu.be/NN3c9VA_Zq0


Too much rap music probably warps the mind.









Mary's a breath of fresh air for Dominique with all the bold [sic] heads the barber has been seeing...

 

It's time for androgyny:

https://youtu.be/xV4kBndQJlE


He wished he had a brother, he got David Spade and Saturday Night Live instead....

https://youtu.be/BT8y_5i1URk

Saturday, July 23, 2022

Biden administration prints trillions of dollars out of thin air in 2020, how it reminds me of the time I snapped and kicked my buddy Murphy the drunk's ass

 

Biden administration prints trillions of dollars out of thin air in 2020

https://youtu.be/3-dvi1f_2vA


If you've ever had a buddy who turns out to be a lifelong alcoholic addicted to painkillers and you snap one fine day in 2002 and kick his ass on a night out getting drunk, one time only, a one off deal, here's how it reminds me of Biden administration printing out trillions of dollars out of thin air in 2020:


In both cases, it appears it cannot be undone. Maybe Trump can somehow get reelected and burn three trillion dollars (completely remove from circulation) but I'm not sure. I'm not sure Trump or anyone can do anything for Murphy.


Either way, in the long run, Murphy is not much affected by either event. Definitely he would find a way to blame Biden-flation on me. And even if I never kicked his ass, he probably would disdain me the same.


Biden doesn't have to take responsibility for printing out trillions of dollars. Similarly it's like I don't have to take responsibility for bashing Murphy one time, just say sorry and then kind of not feel sorry. Biden is even worse, doesn't accept any responsibility than brags about lowering gas price. Doesn't understand printing three or four trillion dollars from thin air depreciates value of American currency.


Anyway moments later, I'm at Macquarie Centre shopping mall from northern Sydney. The family are ice skating, it being winter and all. I have some memories of this shopping mall from when I was 19 years old and working at the big Microsoft hq nearby back in 1995. I could drive over here on my hour long break. I also have memories of going to an ice hockey game with the aforementioned 'Murphy the drunk': USA vs Canada - like it's summer over there so why would they not play an exhibition game down under? That was a few years ago and in a different part of northern Sydney (Bella Vista (spanish for 'Pretty View' btw)). Bella is also my daughter's middle name.


Totally not going to bother ice skating today. Too much hassle and I'm already experiencing back pains. Swam 300 metres yesterday before work. Might sleep on my boat tomorrow night.



Noone said you can't skate on moon river in July bro, go ask Kate....

https://youtu.be/L_jgIezosVA


With that thought in mind I went out and did a few laps, holding hands with little Bella. My heart wasn't really in it much. Recently I had back pain so severe it was painful just rolling over in bed like a beached whale. I even took some Voltaren painkiller two or so times which was very effective. I just kept my left leg like a mainstay and did all my kicking with my right leg, that was pretty effective. On the ice.


Just crapping out on the disabled john. My favorite, too bad if you're the governor of Texas or something and crapping your pants, or that kid Julien from that blogspot a few days ago. I also got a discount at the ice rink swapping my kid's skates for skates for moi. Evil.


Murphy told me I was evil. I think he meant it too. In the end I felt like Putin, unable to de-Nazify him, so I just told him I'd catch him in a future lifetime when he's less drug affected. He's a bit bitter to be around, all drunk every day and super pro western Sydney or something.


Shopping malls are annoying. All the women in Australia are either super hot and vain wearing super tight ho clothes or else kind of fatties. Screw that. The Mrs is in the Spanish clothes shop, Zara. 











Friday, July 22, 2022

JFKs only surviving child becomes u.s. ambassador to Australia

 

After working as ambassador to Japan. Man that is a death plagued family, I can tell you I can now relate to that. Life goes on.


Caroline Bouvier Kennedy[2][3] (born November 27, 1957)[4] is an American author, attorney, and diplomat who served as the United States ambassador to Japan from 2013 to 2017[5] and is currently serving as the United States ambassador to Australia. Kennedy is the only surviving child of former U.S. president John F. Kennedy and former first lady Jacqueline Kennedy. She is a prominent member of the Kennedy family.


If the flux capacitor in my imaginary De Lorien hits 88mph correctly collecting electrical charge and all, I would say JFK is now one of my favourite colleagues at work at the bus depot. What I find most appealing about him is his ability to charmingly and nonchalantly utter crushingly cruel remarks about people in the least spiteful and most amicable way you could ever imagine. He's a very personable chap, an Aries, who takes pains to befriend so many co-workers. Many of whom I would just ignore or take the remote controller for the TV room from and ignore.


Here's some amazing examples of JFK's (not his real name) put downs:


'god damn he's a soulless piece of shit isn't he?' referring to one of the duty officers.


Such and such 'was a piece of shit' referring to some country NSW person that classified him as another annoying Sydney person.


He is delightful! I have never been a fan of trash talking people behind they back, it's not the right royal way. But since becoming a 'soulless piece of shit' myself, as JFK would say, I'm no longer surprised by the general hostility enmeshing humanity as a whole. This JFK guy (not his real name) is very non hostile sounding when he refers to someone as a soulless piece of shit, or piece of shit in general. He's very jovial and good natured. A little too fat and nowhere near the bookworm I imagine a bookworm to be.


He seems to be on good terms with King George V (not his real name), who refers to JFK (not his real name) as a 'princess'. I absolutely detest King George V as he's a total nutjob. Avoid. Extremely boorish and uncouth the old boy. Disgraceful.


Now this Kennedy mentioned cricket on the news. I may have mentioned one of my nearest and dearest teenage years buddies, Winston Churchill, who later disowned me and my immediate family, kind of like how FDR and the Americans disowned Britain after the Nazis invaded them, trained me up thoroughly in indoor cricket umpiring. How to do it amongst the uncouth trailer trash white trash working class trash we were unfortunate to live amongst in western Sydney in the early 1990s. I don't particularly like cricket however I'm extremely well versed in umpiring indoor cricket as Winston trained me very well and I'm also familiar with the positions. In fact my best buddy, FDR, as a 9 and 10 year old, before either of us had even met Winston Churchill (not his real name), also had cricket teatowels hanging in his kitchen showing the various playing positions like mid on, mid off, silly mid on, square leg, etc.


Nowadays my neighbors opposite me and two houses over from them know each other from before living nearby each other, all from cricket, including their occasional gardener. It's quite a social cohesion with Anglo Australians and many others besides as many folks love their cricket. One of the folks from across the road is a thirteen year old occasional babysitter of my kids and she tells me her mom, stepfather, real father around the corner, half brother, actual brother, stepbrother or sister (it gets complicated with some blended families, I can't keep up), all play and watch cricket on the weekends. I prefer sailing definitely.




Newsflash, like two days later, just found out King George V quit so bye bye. Walked by him like two days ago and he was just swearing loudly again. Needs to quit smoking and go on a diet. Total fatty.




Thursday, July 21, 2022

Recent Sky News report on Queens Victoria, Elizabeth 1st and 2nd and the slave trade

 Rupert Murdoch's $$$$ hard at work 

https://youtu.be/oXPovFm9BTA



Their right royal highnesses Charles and William were quite right to mention slavery in the British colonial past in a prudent and measured way. Ultimately it's a matter for legislators and educators to bring into school curriculums. It's important people know and understand their own history. In England this includes the civil war and Republican period under Oliver Cromwell or whoever and also the holocaust of tens of thousands of Irish. 


Speaking of Irish, watch master skateboarder Jack O'Grady highlight Sydney in an amazing way. He should get a knighthood or something for that....


https://youtu.be/mLOKobipqUo


Some of these folks that get knighthoods are people Vlad Putin likes, like Elton John. Bequeathing a knighthood on Jack O'Grady would not even be about addressing historical differences between the English and Irish, but just based on his flawless technique. If you can't believe me, listen to these guys:


https://youtu.be/tPHhacoicIo




Wednesday, July 20, 2022

Do you have a pocket protector bro? It's tax time...

 

Listen to your accountant:

https://youtu.be/9glhSlpSdh0



Bro, or sis, I would say I have a pretty good relationship with the Australian Tax Office (ATO).


I mean if you have a major problem with predatory builders and predatory lawyers being all predatorial with low english speaking migrants or what have you, I have always found the actions of the ATO to be prudent and measured.


This year I could claim on a rental property I rented out from July 1st 2021 to last December and probably get an actual deduction. However I'm not even going to bother declaring rental income or anything. If I have to go back and fix that, I will and then I'm pretty sure with the deductions I'd be claiming I'd actually have more of the ATO's money and less of my own. Honestly I just could not be bothered. Can you imagine Christian Wolf claiming a deduction on the cistern lid his girlfriend damages while trying to smash some crimmo psycho killer's hand? Too much hassle bro (or sis, or zer or whatever your pronoun is if you self mutilated down under whatever). 


The thing is I don't have to pay capital gains tax on the house sale coz mom died within two years if the actual sale. Conversely, however, I do expect to claim a significant deduction for capital gains losses on crypto currency. My position is if the tax office changed the rules for themselves to get a slice of crypto gains as capital gains as if it were real estate (like in Ukraine or somewhere) then they must extend themselves to losses like everyone else.


I have actually set precedents with the ATO that they have accepted and which never saw the light of day as it was never publicized through media or legal circles or via word of mouth with CPAs. Specifically regarding cars used for Uber. So I always feel very trusting and confident of my relations with the ATO.


I cannot, however, understand Ben Affleck's artificial intelligence computer in this movie as it acts more like a jealous mother.






Solo sailor falls off boat near Panama

 

60 minutes Australia:

https://youtu.be/ditHW7qb2WA


They mentioned the coast of Spain, better apologize on behalf of all my millions of compatriots there (on the coast of Spain)* for (them) not using the word bloke a hundred times a day and (them) not being super authentic dinky-dy. Might run and go tell a big pharmaceutical company to drug them up for being subnormal or something. Maybe I can swim, bike AND run.


Phew, pleasantries aside. What an eye opening story. Clearly this guy is not a safe sailor. I have already decided to wear my wetsuit whenever departing into the ocean, even just when I, eventually, go sail to Sydney Harbour from Pittwater harbour, initial stages. Seeing this story makes me realise the ideal thing would be to have goggles, snorkel and flippers in a backpack along with a waterproof bag and marine radio. I further am thinking a mesh backpack that allows the water to freely permeate might offer least resistance. I definitely would not be far out at sea like that without a safe tether plus my go bag on my back. Although if I was way out at sea I wouldn't bother with the go bag unless it also had water and an EPIRB and possibly a super small self inflating float of some kind. But only if it was comfortable to carry. 


I've already learned at sailing school at middle harbour yacht club not to tether where you'll fall into the leeward side of the water as the wake of the ocean would hold you under. However a long tether that could play out twenty yards or so of rope could make all the difference. There's a million ways to be knocked off your boat on an ocean swell I would think.


I haven't played with my marine radio as yet however I purchased one on discount from Jaycar and I have set up a solar panel and battery solution that can charge and recharge it. Certainly my next door neighbour in the water at Avalon sailing club sails frequently to Sydney Harbour and it's a simple matter for him on his forty footer. I am extremely cautious. I am in the process of making more sailing buddies, however, and the wife and her father, neither of whom I've met yet, but who the former, I expect, will sail with me on the Red Herring later this year.... Apparently the wife and her dad are both shithot professional sailors who get paid to win big serious yacht races. I'm not expecting to meet the dad but possibly the wife. I'll keep you posted. I just met her hubby and they two daughters are hitting it off with my eldest two kids. I bet one sail with them I can learn a bunch and if we don't sail I'll still learn something. Confidence building.


Check out this police chief about to reach retirement in O'Fallon USA, wherever that is. 


https://youtu.be/Bbf9rZlrIks


He got picked up super drunk. I'll tell you I would never use the word 'bloke' when speaking as it is a most un right-royal word, also I generally would never drive under the influence of alcohol. I did, however, drive drunk a few times in South eastern Spain when I was living in desert country like in Andalucia there. One night I was like a football field away from parking and crashing out (sleeping) in my apartment and super drunk. It was so late like 2am and I figure I'd take a short cut up a one way street as nobody was about. Well the cops were  coming, in the correct direction and one of them immediately noticed I had been drinking. He asked me if that were the case and I said a little bit and would be happy to take a breathalyzer. Perhaps his partner went off to get one or respond to a call at the car leaving me with this irate and disgusted cop. Then his buddy said there was a big hubbub breaking at the only open discotheque in town, where I had just come from in fact, so they had to split. So the cop hassling me said I'd gotten very lucky and I think they even reversed out or I reversed for them, can't remember. But I was pretty drunk I can tell you. I guess we'll have to include alcohol under the big pharma umbrella.


Man that's gonna be quite a feather in my cap and a lot of interesting stories if that professional sailor lady mounts up with her hubby on the Red Herring. Man I need to get sailing it's been quite a while! I lost my kayak and had to replace it with a dopey green thing like a narrow thing I can barely stay on. How else can I get on board? 


Gee I do recall getting pulled over in Topanga canyon near Malibu in southern California by cops there too. They asked me if I'd been drinking and I said yes quite a bit but that I'd just had a long nap to sleep it off and that I didn't expect to be drunk anymore. They didn't seem very interested to breathalyze me and seemed to accept what I had said. What was interesting is that I had not even realised or occurred to me to transfer the car to my name after buying it in Hollywood a few days earlier for like a thousand bucks. I mean I don't think I had had any actual thoughts once I flew into California, or for the entire 7 months or so I was there apart from like twenty pages of bullcrap I wrote plus talking crap. Everything was like a big giant candy shop for a two year old. When I got off the plane and waited for the bus at the airport, LAX, to go somewhere some black lady pulls up and looks at me from the bus drivers seat, I must have just been staring at her like a baby for too long so she said, 'get in baby!' So I just did as I was told. The cops at Topanga shone they [sic] torchlight on me and looked at my Australian driver's licence. I think I got it with my paw's car at the DMV back in Sydney only like the previous summer which was like six months earlier, not even like five or four actually. So the cops at Topanga never bothered telling me about having to transfer car rego to my name or get insurance or even get breathalyzed or anything, they just let me go on my merry way so that's what I did. It always looked to me like the cops in America were very professional in that they had to contend with pretty much anyone having a gun. Coz of the second amendment. I don't remember them searching my car for a weapon either, in Topanga. Probably I didn't look very troublesome. Don't think they looked for drugs either. 


I guess it was only a few weeks later I was standing around with two or three cops, I guess, and maybe one or two other people, I can't recall, at a police stop on a highway in Sedona Arizona. The cops had just blocked the road for a wildfire and I guess no-one was in a hurry and everyone at the blocked road was waiting for the road to reopen. I honestly don't remember very well. The main thing I remember (now) is that apart from a few months in Andalucia, aforementioned, and that summer in Arizona, plus crossing the Australian desert from Adelaide to Darwin by train, those are really the only deserts I can remember being in. Apart from driving across Death Valley in western California and the surrounding deserts there heading towards Arizona, in aforementioned $1000 car from Hollywood. It seemed the cops were suspicious of how the fire started as one of them plainly stated he thought it was arson. I couldn't feel anything in his aura or outward demeanour that suggested he might suspect me personally or my travelling buddy, if he was even with me that day, who was, in fact, a bit of a criminal for a certainty I would say. I remember just watching the smoke at the roadblock and the cops were fairly civil and polite. I might have mentioned my honest opinion at the time that I thought the fire could have started naturally but I can't even remember those details. What I really remember was this cop was extremely relaxed I guess and must have started chatting with one of his colleagues about how his wife doled all his money out to him on a daily basis. I think they might have even had collapsible camping chairs out and seemed to enjoy just chilling. I don't really remember how I got there to that roadblock or left it however I'd bet it was on foot. I think this cop was mentioning his stipend from his wife in relation to my presence there however I can't really recall. It was an extremely relaxed situation. I definitely do not feel traumatized by sights of cops in Spain or America or other countries I'm passing through, even China. But here in Australia whenever I see even a fire truck or ambulance with sirens I always feel a little trauma, not much though. I've noticed in Australia the Federal police do not appear to be as stressful looking (to me personally, although they might be feeling more significantly more stress in general) than regular State cops. I do not really understand the turf rivalries that Federal and State police might have in Australia. I have only read what other journalists have said about it. I definitely have my own kinds of sources in policing as I am generally a sponge for information however I have never heard anything about Federal and State police rivalries from them. You would know from American movies that the Feds or FBI can normally trump a local police agency however I do not think this is the case in Australia. And the coronavirus really showed in Australia and probably many other countries how much power can be invested at a state or provincial level and even at a county level. So a lot of these arrests for not wearing masks etc are pretty unfortunate really.  


I think at the homeless shelter in the Los Angeles ghetto, after that summer in Arizona, one of the numerous African Americans there was saying he had been accosted in the ghetto there by a bunch of CIA agents. While potentially the rambling of a druggy nutjob I was a little sceptical about that but he seemed pretty insistent and might even have mentioned them identifying themselves as such. I know they occasionally get involved in black American ghettos such as the downtown LA one I was in and they were certainly running a lot of recruitment commercials at the time on public TV. I can tell you that I was explained by one such African American gangbanger chaps (not a 'bloke') about how the crack cocaine trade works, in the ghetto. Basically rich white kids will drive down to the ghetto from their nice neighbourhoods and buy some crack cocaine. Within the ghetto itself, a spot seller could start with a small amount of money like his unemployment check (I did not qualify for any government stipends like this, as an illegal alien) and spend that on crack cocaine from his own sources and then gradually turn that into many thousands of dollars in just one day. So the great risk is being arrested and spending years in jail at that point which is a very likely outcome. Like the one sperm from millions that fertilize the egg, these ghetto chaps might even make they [sic] part time rap career skyrocket into fame and fortune however this is exceedingly rare. Tell them Game:


https://youtu.be/BuMBmK5uksg



* They're not always my compatriots there but only during certain years as my Spanish citizenship has a couple of pauses in it. People in Spain may not understand that northern Spaniards might not identify with Morocco, Visigoth German types or Roman types, have their own bagpipes and their own Celtic stories and not actually hate Catalans. Go ask a Basque. Have a nice day, enjoy your freedom fries. 









Monday, July 18, 2022

French film review: De tout nos forces, 2013

 

Julien dreams of adventure. But when you live in a wheelchair, such dreams are difficult to fulfill. To do so, Julien challenges his father to compete with him in the "Ironman" triathlon in Nice. A whole family comes together and reconnects in an attempt to see this incredible exploit through.


It's always pretty amazing when you see a family pull together and make adjustments for an extremely autistic child or two (I can think of three Australian families like this offhand). And also disabled folks in wheelchairs. The governor of Texas sits in a wheelchair and runs Texas. People even stand over him all the time.


Nietzsche and the Nazis. Yes it's true the Nazis just usually would toss wheelchair bound people off a cliff or whatever and Nietzsche said it was time to wave the hammer mercilessly. And that he wanted to enable the weak to fail, not provide them with Christian help. That's why he called that book the anti Christ. So run along and put more transgender people in your movies Julien.



Here's some sexy french musique to screw your Mrs to, call me a bigot but I recommend not screwing transgender women....

https://youtu.be/-lquQkwOBg4

Random look at law enforcement, respecting people's authoritays

 

Was she shoplifting or something else?


https://youtu.be/fE2FIbRLnjY


https://youtu.be/hIiSB3AEbBU


Sunday, July 17, 2022

Gustav Flaubert; Dustin Hoffman movie

 

Stay fly til you die 3 six

https://youtu.be/vBjzAdpZzf0


What's up? So my old man, Napoleon (just a nickname not his actual name), apart from being a bit of a professional student in his time, getting a combined law and economics degree from the prestigious ICADE university in Madrid Spain and a part time diploma in electrical engineering from New South Wales TAFE Artarmon (community college), was also a bit of an intellectual snob (too) in his own right.


Also, being the kind of guy to be rude and pushy and overbearing, even to the point of getting his jaw broken for rudeness (don't try that shit out in western Sydney y'all, it's like Texas over that way, they will do damage to you, it's like a giant open air penitentiary with families, just avoid the area. Great if you're a cop looking for excitement, plenty to see!) 


It's no wonder I sometimes eschew nineteenth century intellectuals and just head straight for three sux mafia [sic]. But look these Frenchies are challenging me to break my old habits so let's look at Gustav Flaubert:


I know, can't you just listen to Justin Timberlake right? Wrong, you got to get some culture and learnin' y'all, not just moonshine and bluegrass music....


If it 'n helps just pretend you're at the gourmet section of the organic food shop rubbing your fingers through the finest witchetty grubs.... and read!! 


https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gustave_Flaubert

Politically, Flaubert described himself as a "romantic and liberal old dunce" (vieille ganache romantique et libérale),[10] an "enraged liberal" (libéral enragé), a hater of all despotism, and someone who celebrated every protest of the individual against power and monopolies.


A hater of all despotism. Wow, very different from my father Napoleon who actually hated all lesbian do-gooders which was every female on Australian TV unless she looked sexy or sexually attractive. Big difference also as my father was rooting out loud for any authority to come along and machine gun some people into order. I mean my father was strange like that. You would have thought he'd be pro Tiananmen square massacre but I'm not sure. Probably went with his ethos. He was definitely on the side of cops whenever they bashed protesters and would not have liked BLM or defund the police, necessarily. Look there's a new vocabulary word: ganache (dunce). I love it when Hollywood starlets do a beautiful little dunce (ganache). Not sure what he would have thought about live organ harvesting in China but he definitely made it clear he sometimes thought I was mentally retarded. My kids were laughing repeating some of his favorite sayings regarding moi: 

Go to your room, nitwit! (Grumpy but not furious)

Sometimes I think you're mentally retarded.

If you don't have anything to say just shut up.

If you don't know what you're talking about just shut up.

Go to your room!!!!!!! (Loud and commanding, angry)

 

With regards to power and monopolies my father was more an inferiority complex kind of guy whereas I'm more of a master butler kind of guy. If you have power I'll be like your best butler ever and even exercise your power for you while you swing on the hammock. I wouldn't try suggesting any butlering for Vlad though because he's gonna do the opposite of what you say. If you tell Vlad don't bomb Kiev he'll bomb Kiev. If you see Vlad running to bomb Kiev just start adjusting the deckchairs by his jackoozi in Sochi and say, wonderful moment for a jackoozi sir and smooth the kerchief hanging from your forearm. Vlad's got everything bro, he's like the guy with the most stuff ever, all he needs is me for a butler and like two more girlfriends and he's laughing bro.


Flaubert lived with venereal diseases most of his life.


Wow, again, not the Alvarez way. Flaubert is screwing male and female prostitutes willy nilly like an Australian Federal Parliamentarian at Parliament house in Canberra. I can tell you between Napoleon for a dad and little old power butler moi for a brother, my bro Joseph Stalin (not his real name) did not contract any venereal diseases and hopefully was never a serial killer or one off psycho killer. More like a good little priest munching away at his anti psychotic pills on his best behaviour. Between psycho pre psychotic pills Joseph Stalin for a brother and Napoleon for a dad, I can tell you I have a stomach for war bro and I can watch the blood and severed limbs pile up on tv all day bro. I'll tell you though, I recently saw a pool of blood in Ukraine on tv at a kids' public playground and it make my stomach shudder, I didn't like it.


Interestingly Flaubert's first novel, madame Bovary, a kind of horrible femme fatale kind of like my sister Raquel, was made famous or infamous by an actual legal case brought by law enforcement against Flaubert. This is like the Florida and FBI law enforcement in America conspiring against Jim Morrison in America to charge him with lewd behaviour. Very similar scenarios. Can you imagine the FBI and law enforcement in America bringing a case against Juicy J from three 6 mafia, mon dieu. Comment fairent'il pour s'faire pop le collar quoi alors!***


https://youtu.be/2klTw123_jw


Talking about popping collars, regardez vous cela australiens içi quoi:

9News: Why 30 Aussies are sailing around the Whitsundays in their birthday suits.

https://www.9news.com.au/national/naturism-australia-why-30-aussies-are-sailing-around-the-whitsundays-in-their-birthday-suits/3e6cda72-f352-4b66-b701-5f4fcfb74408


There you go. French people would be good at that and you don't need to be a whore screwing bastard like Flauvert to hang out with them. They just like to be naked. Australians have been doing that for thousands of years voila.


Let's quickly pivot to Nietzsche and Christianity:


let's consider our English bros and womenfolk at the BBC. Racially, whether they're Anglo Saxons or Pakistanis or a quarter Irish, they generally do not consider themselves to be Australian or New Zealanders. Therefore they are not saddled with a sense of struggling to implement order and rugby in a new world in the face of tremendous odds and ignorant races.


So look here's something from the BBC about Nietzsche:

https://youtu.be/vzcD-LCKuNs


Things to consider when comparing Jesus and Nietzsche: the early Christians were all beholden to each other through oaths and tests. If someone like Judas stuffed up it's likely they'd just suicide. Everyone had to be ready to lay their life down like Jesus was. There are probably quite a number of the early Christians with Jesus that suffered torture etc that we don't even know about. The gospels state the number of disciples as 120 and even mentions Jesus' siblings amongst this number. Even Jesus' mother and probably his father are part of his school. It's possible the disciples numbered over 140 with Jesus included among them. Having to contend with Roman and Jewish authorities meant they were adept at keeping secrets and being stealthy.


Nietzsche isn't beholden to anyone and has a comfortable life as a philologist. He actually cares about people empathetically like Wagner and Schopenhauer but at the same time his feelings or ego are hurt by Wagner, etc. He does not really want to be tied down by family but wants to be free to write. He still gets enamored by an occasional woman but his heart is generally not overexposed in that direction. He suffers some kind of brain disorder possibly genetic like his father's. Possibly also brought on by overstudy. Like da Vinci he has a very powerful mind attuned with the universe in such a way that many jealous detractors just dismiss and sledge him off hand as a syphilitic. It's likely he foresaw the potential for his ideas to wreak havoc in future decades as came about with his influence on Nazi Germans. In this regard he's like Jesus who said he wasn't a man of peace but came to set the world on fire. Nietzsche disregards Jesus as the 'Nazarene' and it's likely he said no reliable sources of information about Jesus apart from the gospels available to him. For Nietzsche and Schopenhauer and Kant, philosophy is no longer a matter of life and death or fear or repression and murder from Catholic or church agents bent on ignorance, therefore they're free to say as they please without even laying their lives on the line like any military person would do, including Miles Franklin, whose military service as a nurse, volunteered, around Northern Greece and Serbia, is commendable. To use one of my sister Cleopatra's (not her real name, just a nickname) expression, Nietzsche just 'poodles' around Italy and Switzerland. Like Jesus, Nietzsche is a Libra and therefore a seeker of logic and balance and calmness and a patron of the arts. The main arts Nietzsche cared about was philosophy but he also enjoyed music and valued his friendship with Wagner. We don't know how Jesus felt about music and theatre plays however we know he was a humanitarian at heart that cared deeply about human advancement, even saving the world. It's likely Jesus valued his friendships with his disciples and cherished them as people, male and female, very much. It's also likely he was busy teaching them about the 'mysteries of the kingdom of heaven' and that for him this was a kind of artform, including miraculous healings and doing miracles which were actually putting into effect his mysterious teachings.

I think Nietzsche's eagle and snake or whatever from thus spake Zarathustra are pretty stupid. Also if his girlfriend wouldn't come round it's likely Nietzsche didn't want to bitchslap some sense into her because at bottom he wanted to be free. Also this BBC journalist doesn't really explain the dynamic between Paul Rees or whoever the guy's name and the Russian girlfriend if theirs that Nietzsche was so hot for. They actually trapezed quite a bit and Nietzsche was simply a bon vivant. To put it in terms of the Koran, if Nietzsche was depressed it was because he wasn't donating enough to feed starving kids. Nietzsche considered himself to be an extremely important thinker so he remains dedicated to his writing notwithstanding his health issues. He also sought a nomadic, circumambulatory lifestyle that chimed with his psychological needs as a writer. Regarding my own father, I do not recall him referring to non Australian women as lesbian do-gooders however I suppose it's possible he might have considered the BBC host of this Nietzsche special as a lesbian do-gooder. I suppose one would have to ask her directly, excuse me madam, I'd hate to be terribly rude you see, but would you mind telling me if.... Oh my goodness you'd be wringing your hat in your hand old boy, positively kneading it.


The notion that Nietzsche mentions in Zarathustra of God being dead is a commonly espoused Christian belief: that God made Mary pregnant, then was born to Mary and became her son and then was crucified and died. In fact, if God made Mary pregnant, what of it? Didn't he already make countless galaxies like the Milky way with trillions of stars and countless inhabited planets, many of which with ubermensch? And didn't Jesus himself say he was at one with his Divine Father or God? In attunement and at-one-ness? And how can anyone but a blunderer twist this into God is a man? How can God be a human when God designed all humans entirely along with all other lifeform, peerlessly? And isn't it an affront to God to suggest otherwise? But if people like Nietzsche want to affirm God is dead and Christians want to celebrate God being killed and believing God was temporarily dead for a time. Let them do so at their peril. Won't they die anyway while God itself never even sleeps once???? Perhaps Nietzsche meant that God was dead for Europeans as they no longer believed in God. Then again Nietzsche referred to Americans as muddle headed so perhaps he was just rabble rousing when he could have been providing for women more.

In fact cherishing the crucifixion of Jesus is not necessarily a positive thing but for some people it might give them meaning as their souls will no doubt have numerous memories of suffering and childbirth for women has often been a great source of pain for women although less so with modern science and caesarian sections. Modern science has enabled better standards of living and the preeminent concern now is obesity and laziness and predatory behaviour from big pharma and the food companies intentionally addicting everyone to sugar. While lawmakers are bought by lobbyists and continue in adultery and sin along with the media class* people will continue to be enslaved by tv, sugar, obesity, laziness. It's incumbent on them to educate themselves and become pro active about their diets and exercise routines. I swam 250 metres or so yesterday, that's better than nothing you know.

Nietzsche goes crazy in Turin.... According to the lovely BBC host, whom I wonder if my father would have referred to as a lesbian do-gooder or a sexy lady (or just plain old scum of the earth), Nietzsche's friend that brings him to the nuthouse says he suffers from infinite delusions of grandeur. In fact, this has been my experience of probably most of the Anglo Saxons living outside the American Constitution system or Africa. Precisely. In fact, Francis Bacon, whom Nietzsche very shrewdly suspected of authoring the Shakespeare plays, did in fact write Hamlet. We see in Hamlet advice for Hamlet the Dane to go live among the English as his madness wouldn't be noted there as everyone is mad there. A strikingly racist, hate speech filled utterance perhaps. Perhaps we should ban Shakespeare altogether for daring to categorise the English as an actual race, and not just Europeans. And then to say they're all mad. We wouldn't have the rousing war speech in Henry V though, then. 

Nietzsche's 'last man'. He's all over Australian TV. If you're not sure what he looks like just watch anything Australian on TV and that's him. You would never see an ubermensch on Australian TV. 

Ultimately the BBC documentary posits that Nazi Germany is infused with Nietzsche thought. Hmmmm, I'm not so sure where the BBC and Nietzsche distinguish between Nietzsche's influence, Nietzsche's megalomania and actual God's, who wasn't actually dead at any point, will regarding Russia and Germany and Stalin. Certainly Nietzsche tried tackling these questions about socialism and capitalism. But they were questions of the day anyway.

 

Another thing Nietzsche saw clearly was university educated women wearing actual pants. This is definitely a thing nowadays. Nowadays women basically run universities and media concerns and then continue griping about unfair treatment. Amber Heard even has some other woman carry her baby for her then lectures regular moms on women's rights. Between the homosexual men and the empowered women with college degrees wearing pants, and the ambitious adulterous Madame Bovarys dressed like sluts, no man with any amount of wisdom could want to approach such a wretched minefield of rot. As a matter of fact, I find FM radio disc jockeys in Sydney, where people are most shallow and narcissistic, cannot be listened to for longer than twenty seconds without feeling overwhelmed by their stinking redundant failed humanity. In fact, Sydney, Australia provides the perfect scientific conditions to study this ridiculous estate. This devils crew will absolutely use any tragic event to push their agenda, which in Australia, is hating men, especially white men. The right wing liberal party in Australia seemed to somehow avoid this radical crew hellbent on transgender rights and general satanism. If a Hindu chap kills his wife, it's ho hum, shit happens. Barely ten seconds on the news then forgotten. If the ultimate Australian (white looking, very possibly tracing ancestry back to north western Europe) kills his wife then we have an epidemic of wife beaters and men out of touch with their emotions. In fact a large part of the populace is out of touch with reality, but it's interesting to see how the women that run the media under a handful of executives never consider issues like toxic femininity. In fact toxic femininity is not even an expression nowadays. It's difficult to believe that the Ashkenazi Jews, most likely not very devout, and other sundry white psychiatrists that patched together the bible for psychologists in America the DSM** one to five or whatever it's called. If instead of inventing pseudo fake conditions someone could just bight the bullet and write something for women that actually means more than the shallow and pathetic narcissistic rot they normally feed themselves with, piglike, at the trough of modern 'culture'. It's not like they aren't smart or anything.


Before I pivot over to psychiatry in communist China vs the West, let's briefly discuss Dustin Hoffman and his movie Esio Trot. I know you're thinking ADHD drug him up, if you're a western big pharma camp kind of person, or alternatively, steal his secrets, exploit him perhaps! If you're from communist China. Regardless, I think it's actually the second time I watch this movie and I would say it's charming. Nobody particularly looks like a lesbian do-gooder or scum of the earth as my father would have said. Nobody is trying to lead the simplistic and malleable non Anglo races towards civilization in the southern hemisphere through rugby and binge drinking and obnoxious behaviour. Charming movie Mr Hoffman, bravo. Are you still all there bro or are you kind of struggling with dementia a bit? Good to see you haven't gone to communist China for a cheap and practical organ transplant from an unwilling political prisoner.


Ok instead of writing a big long treatise for women how they can avoid constituting Satan. Let's just consider this Jim Carrey moment from his classic movie Liar Liar:

Stop breaking the Law asshole!

https://youtu.be/IWrQIh6imNA

Stop dressing like a ho and acting like a ho asshole!


So there it is old boy, we've covered Flaubert and Madam Bovary. Chinese organ transplants from political prisoners vs western guilt and predators from big pharma and psychiatry. Up the Brits! Boo the Ossies. Dustin Hoffman, turtles even. Nietzsche and Jesus and the Nazis. A little something for everyone on this post, including lesbian do-gooders and the scum of the earth (and hos). Even three 6 mafia! With regards to fatty and skinny and the food industry pushing sugar addiction, consider Lieutenant General Mark Hertling from the United States Army, what he has to say about it:


https://youtu.be/sWN13pKVp9s


Good night!!!!! (Loud and racously)



* Nietzsche was well aware of what he called the 'traffickers of power' and did not seem very pro democracy to me but rather pro Napoleon.

** https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/DSM-5

*** 

Now eva since I can remember, I've been poppin' my collar

(Poppin' poppin' my collar, poppin' poppin' my collar)

Now eva since I can remember, I've been workin' these ho's

'N they betta put my money in my hand

Now eva since I can remember, I've been poppin' my collar

(Poppin' poppin' my collar, poppin' poppin' my collar)

Now eva since I can remember, I've been workin' these ho's

'N they betta put my money in my hand

I know you sicker than sicka

When you see the rims flicka

The paint drip off

Ice in my Range glitta

I straight flippa 

The cheese like pancake-a

Foldin' my cheese like the leaves in my hand bricka?

Project Pat-ter

Attracted to dime pieces

I'm dirty southern

French braids, gold teeth-a

I'm out here makin' sense

Plus, I'm out here makin' dollars

I keep a bad broad, though, and a popped collar

She's just another ho that I met in the hood

I told her I was Crunchy Black and it was all good

She might as well go on head and suck on my wood

And let me whisper something in her ear if I could

Now eva since I can remember, I've been poppin' my collar

(Poppin' poppin' my collar, poppin' poppin' my collar)

Now eva since I can remember, I've been workin' these ho's

'N they betta put my money in my hand

Now eva since I can remember, I've been poppin' my collar

(Poppin' poppin' my collar, poppin' poppin' my collar)

Now eva since I can remember, I've been workin' these ho's

'N they betta put my money in my hand

Now when it comes to getting bread I got the keys to the bakery

A lot of dudes swear they play, man they some fake-ery

Let me catch a girl up out some work in my site

And believe I'm gon' be atcha in the daylight with a flashlight

I'm tryin' to get paid however money is made

A lot dudes like to pay ladies to get laid

But me, I ain't no pimp, I just love to borrow

Paper from a fat bitch, a ugly bitch, a model fa real

Well you know me by the Juice man hangin' out with Big Triece

Standin' on tha porch, drinkin' liquor, drunk, smokin' weed

Trying to get a paycheck, but work that ain't came yet

That's why I stay in a girl ear, to keep that pussy wet

Now eva since I can remember, I've been poppin' my collar

(Poppin' poppin' my collar, poppin' poppin' my collar)

Now eva since I can remember, I've been workin' these ho's

'N they betta put my money in my hand

Now eva since I can remember, I've been poppin' my collar

(Poppin' poppin' my collar, poppin' poppin' my collar)

Now eva since I can remember, I've been workin' these ho's

'N they betta put my money in my hand

Poppin' poppin' my collar, poppin' poppin' my collar

Poppin' poppin' my collar, poppin' poppin' my collar

Collar, collar, collar, collar








Thursday, July 14, 2022

Wikileak's 'Vault 7' CIA WIKILEAKS & Julian Assange.... Australian and French authors Miles Franklin and Gustav Flaubert

 

Hey all, alot to look at here. I'm afraid I have not been up to speed with the Wikileaks and CIA 'Vault 7' scandal, however you can read about it here:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vault_7


And I'll add my thoughts as I tackle this topic in conjunction with Australian and French authors Miles Franklin and Gustav Flaubert. I'm afraid that just as Admiral Morrison, one of the most senior American naval officers in command at the Gulf of Tonkin in Vietnam around the time the Vietnam war torch was passed from France to America, would tell you of his musical son's career that he didn't know much about it.


https://youtu.be/Kz63-q8otYM

https://youtu.be/nCtzcx_UyjA

(Well I didn't know it was as late as 1990 the Morrison parents put Jim's gravestone plaque on his grave, I visited only two years later as a sixteen year old. I remember visiting Paris in that tender age! I still think I remember tires on the subway trains and crazy people with their dogs on the subway).


Similarly I cannot tell you much about the poetic musings or artistic value of Gustav Flaubert (never heard about him until watching the movie yesterday), Miles Franklin (I'm in her beloved hometown* at the moment where a few hours ago, two beautifully low flying Australian military cargo planes flew directly overhead not more than a hundred yards or so above, both with their rear cargo hold doors open, by the looks of it).  Neither the shenanigans of the U.S. CIA vis WIKILEAKS and 'Vault 7'. 


It's alot to unpack but seems like it's all worthwhile research so watch this post!


Here are my working notes:


Miles Franklin was a fifth generation white Australian dating back to the first fleet who lived in Australia in the late 19th century. By way of comparison my mother Queen Victoria's (just a nickname for her, not an utterance of treason nor heresy against the church of England, neither a psychotic utterance, just a nickname for good old mom) best friend was a part Aboriginal part white woman whose family dates back fifty centuries or more to Australia and England most likely. 


Miles Franklin was born in Talbingo which seems to be a local language word (the Aboriginal folks all over the continent were numerous different clans with over 600 dialects and languages) for belly (bingo) and unclear about tal. As the area is near a mountainous region on the borderline of snowy and non snowy areas, it's reasonable to think that the original Australians, prior to the Europeans (yes I'm a racist, I just drew a distinction between the original Australians and the Europeans, not psychotic now, just racist) arriving circa 1788 onwards, were using numerous pelts of kangaroos for warmth and probably some kind of moccasins or the like as it is difficult to imagine the large numbers of various tribes assembling around Talbingo in the winter months going lightly clad due to the sub zero temperatures. In fact, the typical summertime image of an aboriginal Australian lightly clad is not feasible for the same folks living through winter in very cold conditions. Amateur anthropologists and amateur historians seem to indicate that Talbingo, Miles Franklin's hometown, was a traditional crossroads and meeting place for various different linguistic group native Australians that gathered for coroborrees (large interclan jamborees, ie NASCAR without cars or bitumen). It is said these groups gathered around allocations based on which tribes could actually understand each other. In fact, if any group can prove beyond doubt that time and space are simply conditions of the human consciousness and not actually real things necessarily, it's the Australian Aboriginals living hundreds of thousands of years without bothering to even write stuff down. Thus while various clans may have met at Talbingo the hundred years or so before Miles Franklin graced the earth with her wonderful little soul in Talbingo, in fact it appears that perhaps only two or three or four other clans could understand each other by virtue of linguistics. This is not unusual in any human condition. For example the first time I travelled to South eastern Spain, Andalusia, it took me at least two weeks to be able to understand the people due to the heavy regional accents they have.


Similarly from what I see of the Aboriginals, perhaps they considered dancing as a form of communication. Nowadays it is mostly used by young people as a prelude for sex in nightclubs, however there are still many European cultures that maintain traditional dance as a celebration of the harvest, especially.


Therefore when considering Miles Franklin's roots, we cannot dismiss the historical background of her homeland (around the Mt Kosiosco snowfields, the 'Snowy Mountains ' region).


Ok now as I'm taking notes for two other topics: some dopey French author from a similar period to Miles Franklin, and also the CIA Vault 7 case which just got decided by a jury of the defendant's peers, that the guy John Schulte is guilty of illegally forwarding CIA hacking secrets that he himself was apparently developing for Uncle Sam (THAT uncle Sam). Since the defendant chap insists he's innocent and it's a classic he said vs uncle Sam said and uncle Sam (FBI) has even arrested him (although not yet charged him for child pornography charges), I'm just wondering if watching Australian Aboriginal kids running around naked is child pornography and the child pornography he was found with. I find myself researching the Australian Aboriginals and basically these guys just avoid wearing clothes alot wherever possible. Observe (if it's legal):

 

https://youtu.be/heKQggNFpPE


Ok I'll have to apologise for sounding ignorant or arrogant when I said that the Aboriginals had no language:

https://youtu.be/ZNIPXa5USZE

Clearly everything they painted was symbolic and basically a form of written language in many respects. They clearly had initiatic tokens or symbols which they used when considering their reincarnating principle (or soul personality).


The story of William Buckley... From fighting Napoleon in Holland for Britain to becoming a full fledged Victorian Abbo.... Can you believe it??


https://youtu.be/0M1fbbZiGvw



















* I was amazed to see a very inquisitive and friendly acting magpie here actually eat one of my nose boogers, I never expected that. It also seemed to be determined to tell me something in its unusual kind of speech however I could not understand. I normally only expect them to be violent in the springtime as is their custom and then to be relatively disinterested.


Wednesday, July 13, 2022

French movie review - the man in the basement

 

This movie looks pretty good to me. I missed most of it. Clearly the French people are planners and not your average dummy and it typically shows when they make movies. Obviously filmmaking takes a lot of planning and a good understanding of human nature. I mean I'm just going to sound like a suck up saying how impressive the French cinema is. 


Paradoxically everything weak and foolish in the French is perfectly typified by their love for Woody Allen. Woody Allen's movies are so ridiculously pathetic, I'm sure I could choreograph a three minute Britney Spears MTV dance extravaganza a million times better than anything Woody Allen could possibly do, which is nothing. Rien. Woody Allen equals rien. Why do you like him connard? Tien vous êtes connard quoi?


In the house.... Dans la Maison .... Again I'm always happy to watch a modern post 1990 french movie it seems.... I like this movie, it forwards the idea that France's obsession with Woody Allen could denote significant and deep psychological problems.... Leading to dangerous violence. A second french revolution and Napoleon 2.0.... a war of conquest against Russia, England, Spain, everyone. Woody Allen is a sign of the sleeping dragon for France. Ready to awaken if he gets in trouble for screwing his stepdaughter no doubt. J'ai vu tout. Je suis un connard quatre vingt annee dit l'homme francais. Cinq siecle peut être. Mais un jour, quand j'ai finni avec tout les putain film du merde du grande putain du merde Woody, peu-t-être nous pouvons mangers quelque chose and hopefully Germany won't invade us again. Thus thinks the modern Frenchman. He has no reason to be unhappy with his lot! So long as his wife is not screwing someone behind his back, why should he complain? And if she is, let him decide how he will handle it. I do not think 'e is dangeroux. Perhaps 'e is so jealous of the American 'e wants to put 'im in a tiny little box called Woody Allen. Minimising 'im. But no! 'e really likes Woody. It is the connard and connaise of Paris probablement that most likes Woody. We need to run a survey in Marseilles and see what the people there think of Woody. 

I don't know. I was with this movie until Claude started kissing Rapha's mom. I had patience for its twists and turns. Basically the French could make any kind of movie with dialog and I'm like a child given a toy. In truth, my father Napoleon didn't get me a lot of toys ... He did get me some big ticket items like the $400 Nintendo and the family treehouse toy, that was my favourite. I suppose in exchange for taking my brother Stalin's constant hate and violence I got the $400 Nintendo and kept Stalin's violence a secret from Napoleon, to avoid a scandal. Rapha's mom in the movie had nice dolls. I only played with dolls as a child when I played with my two sisters, with their Barbie dolls. Tonight I played the card game pairs with my daughters and they [sic] Barbie cards. I think wow, Claude caused Rapha to hang himself by screwing Rapha's mom, and Rapha saw. That's pretty intense. Ok maybe he only has flu, yep it was not suicide. The writer's been taking LSD. Gee this is like the second french movie I see where an older guy tutors a young guy to be a great writer. I've never seen any American movies like that. It's funny though because Bill and Hillary Clinton watched Good Will Hunting with Matt Damon and Ben Affleck. Just like the four of them at the White House or something. That's kinda creepy. Gee that kid Claude is horny isn't he? He just wants to screw older women. Now Germain has been fired over the stolen maths test and ne peut pas rester dan le lit jusque a savoir comme il fini le chose!

Wow Mrs Germain really clocked him on the head with that book of hers. You know in Spanish the word libro can mean livre but it also means, 'I free'.... This movie is pretty psychological. Makes me wonder if Hillary would flirt with Matt and Ben and how far that might go.


Wow the next morning I think this movie made me have an extremely dirty dream, as a means of my subconscious processing it. I could write the dream down now but it's so disgusting. Same time if I don't mention it I'll forget it. I'll just go with forgetting it. I'm comfortable with having disgustingly uncomfortable dreams once in a blue moon.


Look since the French were good enough to make these movies instead of just sitting around looking at their cell phones all day, let me tell you about a time shortly before staring at your cell phone screen all day was normal. I was as at college with my girlfriend Eva Braun who had reincarnated as a proud jew. Our relationship mostly consisted of sex and moral support from her as I lived out my experience as an aspiring choreographer or whatever. But I had another girlfriend at film school, a bit of a faghag girl following the wrong path in life. It would have been better for everyone if both girls were my actual screw in bed girlfriends but I guess I was never that needy with this other girl, Christine, so we both seemed happy to have a regular non sexy not even hand holding friendship. It's a pity for her anyway as she turned out pretty badly. Addicted to heroin and crystal meth (ice) and working at a really bottom level prostitution gig making next to no money only one decade later. Horrible!


Her father was American and ended up re-marrying to an American back in California or somewhere and the mother was Dutch and had her hands full with the two eldest turning out heroin junkies and she was an academic researcher at a university researching something actually scientific although little understood by science.


To put it in the words of one of my roommates that ended up playing double bass for the Berlin philharmonic orchestra, from what I understood, that girl, Christine, 'was the stupidest girl he had ever met'. I mean there's always time to turn your life around, and even if Christine does, she'll still have aged twenty years plus because of drug use. I guess maybe in the next lifetime she'll have a better time.


She invited me to one of her expensive high school buddy's birthday party one time. In Avalon where I had my housewarming party by myself at the cinema with Jodie Comer getting raped or whatever. The birthday girl's father had just directed a movie with Hugh Jackman. It wasn't too bad as far as movies go. I remember seeing it at the cinema with my girlfriend Eva Braun the jew. 


Dans la Maison is a movie about authors and writers.


Miles Franklin 

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Miles_Franklin

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/My_Brilliant_Career


Gustav Flaubert.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gustave_Flaubert

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Madame_Bovary



Dear Brad, Benji opens a new blog segment (the Dear Brad segment)

 

Dear Brad, I really liked you in Fury bro. Not in a creepy, let's teabag eachother's faces and play murder in the dark 'Once Upon a Time in Hollywood Way' either bro. Seriously bro.


I do not even like watching gay porn movies like Tarantino made this and Tarantino made that. Here's the deal Brad, I can see shacking up with Angelina would be tiresome. Women are super high maintenance and impossible to please. Marriage is really only for poor folks with dopey jobs and co-dependent psychos anyway so I wouldn't sweat it much.


Bro everyone in Australia needs you to save well-heeled Australians from the frustrated Mexican enabling nutjobs at ICE USA bro. Read this article uncle Brad, look what they did to poor old cousin Jack Dunn from vistoria. Look how they locked him up in a faexes and blood smeared room bro. It's like something out of 12 monkeys. Come on man can you put on your activist shoes? Do it for Vistoria bro. Someone else is probably saving the baby seals bro so can you take one for the team or what bro.


Love you heaps bro but not in a teabaggy creepy way or anything. 


Signed

Benji


The Guardian US: Australian traveller strip-searched, held in US prison and deported over little-known entry requirement.

https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2022/jun/08/australian-traveller-strip-searched-held-in-us-prison-and-deported-over-little-known-entry-requirement





Tuesday, July 12, 2022

Mmm

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(On lâchera pas l'affaire et on continue à se battre)

Nous ne sommes pas les mêmes noirs

Mais je le suis quand même

On se laissera pas faire, on lâchera pas l'affaire


Tout le monde attend l'album du

Ministère A.M.E.R

Un étranger avec ou sans papiers

J'ai le sang trop chaud trop dur à tempérer

Pas que des racistes en France

Même le climat me fait chier

Cette différence n'a pas lieu aux yeux des lle-fi

Que les hommes changent du Kosovo jusqu'en Serbie...


On se laissera pas faire, on lâchera pas l'affaire

On n'a pas le même destin mais nos galères sont les mêmes

On se laissera pas faire, on lâchera pas l'affaire

Première Classe Doc Communication font la paire



[Pit Baccardi]

Tous dans le même bateau, le 22 mai à l'Olympia

Noirs, Blancs, Jaunes

(On fumait le même haïa)

Et dans ce même bateau se cachait Abdoulaï

(Un clandé tout comme moi et les fayas

On est dans le même bateau)

Dans le même bateau, je te jure


[Doc Gyneco]

En ce qui concerne la musique et le fric (et le fric)

Prends tes 10% et laisse-toi faire

Allez viens, on continue nos affaires


[Pit Baccardi]

On est dans le même bateau de Place des fêtes à la Chapelle


Bougnoules ou goujats en nous interpellant, ils nous appellent


[Doc Gynéco]

Avec Pit, j'complote et préviens mes potes

Vas-y kiffe, sirote et mets des capotes


[Pit Baccardi]

Avant-gardiste face aux maisons de disques

On craint ce qu'on ignore mais crois-tu j'ignore

Que le secteur est craint?

Vu qu'ils ignorent pas qu'on gère notre biz chez eux ça craint

L'humanité groupe de voyageurs sur le bateau terre


On se laissera pas faire, on lâchera pas l'affaire


On n'a pas le même destin mais nos galères sont les mêmes

On se laissera pas faire, on lâchera pas l'affaire

Première Classe Doc Communication font la paire

*****

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Originaire de la terre mère

Où les marmots dansent dans des marres d'eau

Faut dire tous ces colons y'en a marre d'eux

Regarde nos femmes et notre faune, j'en suis fan


Originating from mother earth

Where brats dance in pools of water

Must say all these settlers are fed up with them

Look at our women and our faun, I'm a fan


J'ai le feu au cœur je te jure

Notre historique n'est fait que de coups de fouets

Kunta a fui, après avoir brisé les chaînes

Il était noir, faut que ce soit significatif

Pour nous les jeunes

Afrique, Antilles, il n'y a pas de différences

Si ce n'est qu'il y a une minorité

Cupide qui y croit encore dur comme fouets

Le silence tue le poète de Karukera à Yaoundé



I have fire in my heart I swear

Our history is only made of lashes

Kunta fled, after breaking the chains

He was black, gotta make it meaningful

For us young people

Africa, West Indies, there are no differences

If only there is a minority

Greedy who still believes in it hard as whips

Silence kills the poet of Karukera in Yaoundé



Je vous convie à un apéritif de cannes à sucre et vin de palme

Si t'es blanc d'être noir nous on est fiers noirs d'être

Une fleur qui perd ses pétales

C'est un problème de racines peut-être

Destination différente via les mêmes bateaux

Des bordures de Kribi jusqu'à l'île aux belles eaux

Doc qui sait si nos aïeux ont siroté ensemble

Tous dans le même nid puis séparés tel un envol d'oiseau



I invite you to an aperitif of sugar cane and palm wine

If you are white to be black we are proud black to be

A flower that loses its petals

Maybe it's a root problem.

Different destination via the same boats

From the borders of Kribi to the island of beautiful waters

Doc who knows if our ancestors sipped together

All in the same nest then separated like the flight of a bird



On se laissera pas faire, on lâchera pas l'affaire

On n'a pas le même destin mais nos galères sont les mêmes

On se laissera pas faire, on lâchera pas l'affaire

Première Classe Doc Communication font la paire



We won't let it go, we won't let go

We don't have the same destiny but our troubles are the same

We won't let it go, we won't let go

First Class Doc Communication make the pair

*****


Il n'y a pas de meufs à poil dans mon salon

Pas de pétasse que j'connais pas qui bronze sur ma terasse

J'vais produire Cosette et la Schtroumphette

On fera gagner leur disque à la Skyroulette

Citer des noms et de toute manière

Qu'est-ce que je risque ?

Des maisons de disques, de l’État ou du fisc

Tous on veut qué-ma la musique le cinéma

J'ai trop mis de coups pour sortir de ce putain de coma

Trop mis de coups, aux politiques et aux zoulous

Ma pause préférée prendre la fille à quatre pattes

Qu'après l'amour, elle me fasse chauffer des pâtes

Comme tu le sais je suis 100% mulâtre


There ain't no naked chicks in my living room

No bitch that I don't know who tans on my terrace

I'm going to produce Cosette and the Smurfette We'll make their record win at Skyroulette 

Name names and anyway What am I risking ? Record companies, the state or the tax authorities

We all want the music the cinema I took too many beatings to get out of this fucking coma 

Too many blows, to politicians and Zulus My favorite break take the girl on all fours 

That after love, she makes me heat pasta As you know I am 100% mulatto 

(We won't let go and we keep on fighting) 

We are not the same blacks But I am anyway We won't let it go, we won't let go Everyone is waiting for the album A.M.E.R Ministry 

A foreigner with or without papers My blood is too hot too hard to temper 

Not only racists in France Even the climate pisses me off 

This difference does not take place in the eyes of the lle-fi Let men change from Kosovo to Serbia...

 We won't let it go, we won't let go We don't have the same destiny but our troubles are the same 

We won't let it go, we won't let go First Class Doc Communication make the pair 

[Pit Baccardi] All in the same boat, May 22 at the Olympia Blacks, Whites, Yellows (We were smoking the same haïa) 

And in this same boat was hiding Abdoulaï (A clandé just like me and the fayas We're in the same boat) In the same boat, I swear

 [Doc Gyneco] As for the music and the money (and the money) Take your 10% and let yourself be 

Come on, let's continue our business 

[Pit Baccardi] We're in the same boat from Place des fêtes to La Chapelle Bougnoules or cads calling out to us, they call us 

[Doc Gyneco] With Pit, I plot and warn my friends Go ahead, sip and put on condoms

 [Pit Baccardi] Avant-garde in the face of record companies We fear what we don't know but do you think I don't know That the sector is feared?

 Since they are not unaware that we manage our business at home, it sucks humanity group of travelers on the boat land 


We won't let it go, we won't let go We don't have the same destiny but our troubles are the same 

We won't let it go, we won't let go First Class Doc Communication make the pair

Monday, July 11, 2022

Channel 9's A Current Affair show, Matt Damon's 'Last Duel', snow chains and rape

 

If you remember those old video games from the 1980s with a joystick and two buttons, and use that as a metaphor for the race that cannot be named by northern Spanish Asturian Celtic Jews like Benji without sounding racist (hint: the Anglo Saxons).

 

Normally on a video game from the 1980s these two buttons are shoot and jump but if they were on the ANZ Anglo Saxon I suppose they would be coerce and gaslight. I suppose it isn't coercion when you're leading people and not gaslighting when you're just showing them how wrong they are for not loving rugby or something.


Anyway, this A Current Affair on channel 9, they're bitching about Robert Hughes the paedo from 1980s tv show 'Hey Dad' as watched in Spain. They got his ass thrown in jail then he was getting terrorized in there above and beyond the average. When you consider they actually had a paedo journalist working for them at the time because of their strict "no wogballs welcome SBS is that-a-way" hiring policies, it took them like forever to root out their own paedo. Crickets are all you hear if you raise that topic with them. Absolute crickets. It's being intentionally cringey for the pleasure of it that these a Current Affair Australians are pushing with their paedo journalism. 


We'll talk more about this topic of rape and sexual assaults and allegations in conjunction with the movie from the last post, 'the Last Duel', as this is one of the major themes of the movie, an actual historical rape allegation and actual duel following it as a result, the actual last duel in actual french history from approximately 600 years ago. We'll consider an expert American historian commenting on this movie and its historical accuracy and have some entertaining french music as it was a French rape claim, true or false, then we'll talk more about rape. Sound fun?


American history professor critiques the 'Last Duel' starring Matt Damon:

https://youtu.be/jCDqSxRyyOg


Entertaining french music (non rapey variety):

https://youtu.be/AYmjDR0YYL0


Personally speaking, since most or all women I come into amorous relations with in the past have been extremely welcoming of such advances, women seem to like me, I'll have to focus on a small amount of women where I can personally sense displeasure.


The first two were actual out of the closet self-professed lesbians. They were both happy to share their respective beds with me and lie together overnight but absolutely didn't want me getting remotely close to second base so it was just lie next to the rugmuncher kind of thing, look I'm I'm sleeping beauty rugmuncher. It was like the most impossible IKEA furniture, assembling like trying to, like even remotely getting even to first base with these girls. So I decided not to bother and just sleep next to them as per their preference, so there was no rape allegation. It wasn't simultaneous either otherwise they might have started kissing each other, being rugmunchers.


Then there was the crazy bitch from New Zealand who we will nickname Marguerite, like Matt Damon's wife in the movie. I know for sure she was happy as Larry for me to screw her, which I did. And I know from subsequent experience probably massive percentages of New Zealand women are probably psychos or super manipulative cheating sluts or something, I'm not sure but my red flags are up about them, there's something about them that seems more dishonest and catty and aware than the average Australian woman that I can see.

 

When I say I screwed this New Zealand lady we're nick-naming Marguerite, I don't mean I was dry jumping her like Matt Damon dry humps Jodie Comer in the movie, I mean I screwed her.  Immediately after I screwed her, which she absolutely did not resist and positively seemed to enjoy, she then broke down and started crying and said she had been raped. I just assumed immediately she was referring to something that had happened to her immediately or some time like less than a year or so before she even met me. I think I screwed her on the second or third date. She kept coming back for more and more and I knew she was enjoying it but she never mentioned the rape again and neither did I and I always just assumed she was talking about some actual prior trauma and not trying to actually manipulate me. I left the relationship after six weeks or so and just assumed she was a psycho who had been raped by some random dude before she met me. It just occurred to me now for the first time it could have been her father or stepfather or uncle or someone like that, I never really thought about it much. I told her later about my marriage plans and she congratulated me good naturedly and when we were a couple she emailed a photo with her baby niece or nephew. She was an Anglo Saxon from what I could see which I consider a difficult and troubled race best to not get too carried away with but polite and practical and friendly and even noble at their best.


Anyway yeah that lady Marguerite, the Anglo, certainly I think somebody probably did rape her and screwing me for the first time made her feel comfortable around me to break down and spit out the truth. She never tried to actually blame me for anything except bad manners for not saying thanks one time after she bought me a meal. I realise nutjob Anglos can use that as a pretext for attack as some psycho Anglo Saxon mother actually drove her psycho Anglo Saxon son to my house to punch me in the gut for not saying thanks for her giving me a ride one time. The Anglo Saxons of Australia and New Zealand, at worst, are psychos.


So look you can tell by the way I use my walk I'm a lady's man, plenty of time to type. Now I'll tell you about Matt Damon's movie with Jodie Comer and Adam Driver and how I can actually relate to it. Considering I definitely do not consider myself to be a sexual assaulter of women. If I grab boob, it's because I'm wanted there or the above mentioned carpet muncher says no and I'm ok with that. 

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The next day or so, I'm so thrilled I've finally used snow chains for the first time. It was such a struggle getting them on (add 'em driver) when it's a snow white mat day man. But it really paid off! After that tremendous struggle of applying snow chains to my tires for the first time ever, what a sense of achievement and how well they work! You're really getting a traction! Fantastic. Definitely consider the snow fields of Kosciusko (New South Wales) for your July holidays, even if you reside in America. After so many weeks of talking to folks in Colorado lately for my mid life crisis issues or whatever they are, I realised how they must struggle themselves over there with snowy roads and putting chains on their cars in the winter also. It's the human condition!


Anyway, speaking of snow chains in July and snow chains in December, crunching through their respective months' snow, let's consider the names Adolfo (Adolf) and Jesús (Jesus), both of these names are common in Spain! No-one needs to stop calling their kid Adolfo just because six million Jews were killed or anything like that. And Adolf Hitler, in truth, regardless of mass murders and thuggery and what not, is a guy that moved Germany from the absolute wretched and insufferable unworkability of the post Weimar republic galloping hyperinflation, definitely to the brink of destruction, but from there rose the mighty Germany of today, after the Russian intervention was over. So even though everyone can agree Hitler and his Nazis were impossibly horrible, truly Germany found no other path from galloping hyperinflation and the absolute brink of failure to today's mighty Germany, then through the precarious path of destruction espoused by the Nazis. I've never heard of anyone in Spain saying that Adolfo is an inappropriate name. In America calling your child Adolf would lead to very severe reactions, but in Spain it's absolutely humdrum, very average.


While Jesus (pronounced differently to english Jesus) is incredibly common in the Spanish speaking world, south of the United States, even within the United States and even within Spain, it is absolutely culturally unheard of to name an actual recently newborn child 'Christ'. However in eastern Europe it is opposite, Xristo is a common name amongst the Bulgarians including the famous soccer striker from the 1990s Bulgarian national soccer team and the famous Bulgarian NY based artist Xristo. It is like being called Kevin: Xristo, Jesus, Adolfo, depending on where you are, it's as common as being called Norm.


Now in closing our discussion of rape, consider Norm here. Notice he is not associated with rape in any way:

https://youtu.be/GNjEge3Awl8

https://youtu.be/XmBYVKHlzLI


That's good French rap music my friend, enjoy it....

https://youtu.be/XlLGV5pSlXo



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Sunday, July 10, 2022

Psychiatry and theatre as an art or craft

 

In light of that last email, the transgender Anglo Saxon Julie and the non transgender (I think????? therefore I am (not???) transgender??? So confusing) ethnic Asturian Celtic Jew (Herr) Benji both experienced feelings of isolation from the mainly Anglo Saxon brotherhood. Ultimately Julie and I both found acceptance with our respective Anglo Saxon tribes without resorting to psychiatric medications (that I'm aware of) and feeling comfortable with our bodies and gender identification (I'm practically a mom, having three kids aged 9, 7 & 5 - Julie feels like my long lost non hostile/non racist distant Anglo Saxon sister). My actual sister is also an ethnic Asturian Celtic Jew and we have a horrible toxic history together and don't talk!


Although I don't have a relationship with Julie, I'm already confident we'd get along better as brother and sister and frankly, I do not think ethnic Asturian Celtic Jew Spaniards like my sister Trish and I are terribly far removed from the English gene pool, necessarily.


Anyway turning to Anglo Saxons who do NOT identify as Australian, or New Zealand or southern hemispherean, we have this perfectly delightful chap, Dr James Davies, PhD and expert on psychiatry:

https://youtu.be/-Nd40Uy6tbQ


I consider him to be a much needed voice on psychiatry. This university seminar he delivers is well worth listening to. He discusses actual Doctors (psychiatric) that compile the American DSM (the Bible for quacks, psychiatrists and therapists in America, and beyond).


Here is Matt Damon, thespian, in the Ridley Scott (movie director/auteur/producer) movie, the Last Duel:

https://youtu.be/GKU7G4UFTpE


Being a lonesome, somewhat solitary and troubled Benji, I watched this movie at the cinema in Avalon on the big screen (last one). Considered it my housewarming for Avalon. Then proceeded to acquire a small sailing yacht and learn to sail from scratch and keep my yacht in Avalon as a kind of second home, to sleep and abide in. I certainly am not complaining for material want but merely aggrieved mentally and spiritually.


But I want to give credit and honor where I think it is due. I realize Damon and the PhD Davies are not ethnic Asturian Celtic Jew Spaniards like little old moi, neither transgender nor African (nor both), and somehow to the casual observer we might simply look like entitled and privileged white privilege white men. Still I'm sure neither of these chaps are ethnic Asturian Celtic Jew Spaniards (nor transgender formerly women but now identifying as men neither fickle double mind changing transgenders: originally men, then women and finally men again until farther notice) just clearing that up, right! I'm not a terrorist BTW just saying.


Be that as it may, all working thespians with actual lines in this Matt Damon movie and many others like it, learn such detailed and complex psychological training in acting school, such as psychiatry is completely unaware of, by continually acting out scenarios and doing continual repetition of acting techniques, that all working actors have a very good grasp of human psychology. Such that they can convince you that they are actually at a French feudalistic duel from six hundred years ago! This is normal for them! They do not think they are delusional or suffering from group hysteria for all acting in this way. In fact they know they are merely dissimulating. Like you, cheap bastard busrider of the northern beaches of Sydney, that gets on my bus in Collaroy, fully aware you have no intention of paying your bus ride for a second, and turning in your Oscar worthy performance how surprised you are your bankcard isn't working. It's not delusion but intentional deception! 


Sirrah! Let there be more Celtic Asturian bagpipery!!!


https://youtu.be/P7oDPijLUiY


Exeunt all, flourish of cornets.


As an annexing note, before I skip town for a few days holiday south on a road trip, if you were able to privately poll working actors in the English speaking world, I imagine you would likely find a higher than average awareness of psychology issues and a lower likelihood of tendency to come under the influence of big pharmacy drugs.


Alternatively, if you could privately poll american therapists allowed to prescribe drugs on behalf of big pharma, but having a lower educational level than an actual psychiatrist, ie, licensed therapist in certain States. Of you could privately poll these folks accurately and also SAG members from the thespian world accurately, you might find surprisingly eyebrow raising usage of illicit drugs like ecstasy, cocaine, etc 


I call this the nightime daytime effect. It's like the difference between being a daytime or nightime taxi driver. At nightime you are more likely as a taxi driver to see the reao devil inside coming out of the bad, selfish people. Some therapists would even drug you up for big pharma if you used such 'splittist' ideas as good and bad, night and day. So really you can be drugged up by big pharma by some punk that was severely abusing illicit drugs at college.


Until society faces facts about 'party' behavior such as any nighttime taxi driver would see, we will not have truth, just more dress up, make believe and bullshit. I watch non trained actors turn in academy award level performances everyday in order to justify not paying the bus ride. They learn this from watching the actors do it on TV. Adulterers also great at acting.


Guess I know who I'll be listening to on the drive!