Piers Morgan and Donald Trump sit down interview

 

The August sit down, three months out from the elections, interesting because.... (Fill in after editing)

Production aids: 

Punchbowl full of yellow jello labelled 'toilet' for Mr Morgan to blot his bottom into and smear on sundry walls and floors. Copyright Benji artistic rock bottom jelly smear technique©

Postage stamps not featuring contemporary ensemble 'the Rolling Stones' on the design side for Mr Trump to dampen somehow®

A quarter of a million Americans dead!

https://youtu.be/speJ-hLqZ-M?si=224RZoYlBWQDLnFh

Trump campaign messaging

 

I think Trump has to stick with "cost of living". 

He should remind people he's confident to bring gas prices and supply chain prices and inflation prices down. Stay on message.

I think he can classify Kamala Harris as Hilary's niece or prima or something with paper straws, not plastic. Don't get too involved with characterisations.

Cost of living! Please address it sir!

Paso

 

So I've taught the elder two kids, also official citizens of Spain, how to play the Spanish card game mus. They are now passing at the grande, chica, pares and juego. Paso a la grande! I pass. 

Something else you might want to pass at, the French Olympics last supper featuring blimpy female Jesus. The number one question is? Is she fatter than this guy:

https://youtube.com/shorts/D38pthucXrs?si=R7iT7IOD6lGcL5LS

Question two, which of her transgender weirdo buddies was like Matthew the tax collector. Ha ha so funny.

Guess that's why they say the French are gilipollas in Spain.

USA! TRUMP 2025

 

Wazzup? Just got to the depot for weekend bus driving $$$$ listening to Crime Mob....

https://youtu.be/5PUIjfI3NSY?si=lp42Kd10yCMwr0Nm

Found my missing sunglasses and boxing shorts in my locker. Walked upstairs into kitchen and the American Olympic team is barging across the screen on a barge. As it was a two seconds moment walking through the kitchen I called out 'USA! USA!' to two colleagues there.

Then on to the Benji couch and Fox News. Hard to understand why they never just made me their CEO. Anyway of course the topic du jour is bitch about Kamala Harris, she's a radical, etc. 

I should just leave now on commercial break and load up on groceries at Avalon supermarket however I'm too lazy. Think I'll sleep in the depot or on the boat tonight as Red Herring is back in Avalon.

Ok moments later, Avalon supermarket, ten minutes to burn. Ruminating on how ringwraith like I had commandeered bus 4983, like one of Tolkien's winged steeds. When I saw a 12 year old girl laughing hysterically to her friend's bemusement. On the way out I informed her mom or big sis or whoever who had happened along about her hysterical laughter, new and wonderful calories in hand thank you Bitcoin. Including chocolate bar, now in my stomach, steak dinner for later, half hour cooking time and fancy cheese. Low weight after fasting 119kg. Current average 122kg.

Wazzup, moments later I've done a couple of little bus runs around Avalon, saw one of the sailing club dads stomping around. Special to Palm Beach, pee. I need to put my sweater on. The sun is almost fully down and a beanie hat and long sleeve undershirt and bus uniform isn't warm enough.

Yet more moments later, steak dinner and cole zero is upsetting my digestive tract.

Moments later, after seven or so hours sleep on the depot couch and then a gardening job at Palm Beach, we have the imbéciles of Jimmy Failla. In Spain you won't need to walk around far before someone invokes the word: ¡imbécil! Yes it means imbecile. Yes you wouldn't need to watch Jimmy Failla's last show for long before realising your taking in a handful of folks acting in a mode of imbecility. This includes Piers Morgan who spend his career listening in on phone tapped phone calls of celebrities. Only imbéciles do that. ¡Imbéciles!

'i fear I am writing a requiem for myself', Mozart

 Mozart's Requiem in full 

https://youtu.be/XmttZ-BnwaI?si=RveOImFQRlK5QJE9

So we have this very haunting, mopey beginning to it. You can catch that part in the movie Amadeus, also. Not to be confused with the international airline ticketing system. That's a very interesting and likeable piece of music. This goes for around eight minutes. The mopey part melts away into staggered choral arrangements, overlaid nicely with each other. Very beautiful.

Then you have the Dies Irae or whatever we mentioned a few posts ago. A completely different piece of music that follows the mopey section immediately aforementioned. This is a very rapid and vibrant piece of music. Very bombastic and strident, not at all mopey but vivacious.

The next thing you're getting is Mozart returning to operetta, like a tenor and bass and later a soprano, discussing something in Latin or something. Doesn't sound anything like the aforementioned two which don't sound anything like each other.

I don't know where Mozart's going with this third conversational sounding operetta part of his Requiem. Plus what are they even talking about? Maybe mambi-pambi land...?

https://youtu.be/XfmVBmDKLZI?si=po0sOHToukC2-s--

I'll find out shortly where Mozart was going with that Requiem as I roll to a gardening job today. After mowing my own backyard with a $20 old self propelling lawnmower I acquired recently from my Anglo Saxon lawnmowing guy, a splendid chap, saving my back muscles the ongoing continual workout with the self propelling function (cannot use this mower for other jobs as has other issues), I recalled the time I sold a pretty young Ukrainian woman a kind of naturally made candle. I recalled this after seeing my bbq woodfire stack and one of the wooden stalks there from a native Australian plant, produces a similar wooden stalk to an Arizona native plant. There in Arizona one of my buddy's in Sedona showed me how he added candlewax to these stalks and how well they burned like candles. I suppose in Mozart's time they couldn't just turn on a switch but had to light candles to write music at night. 

Anyway, I was walking along one of these desert highways of Sedona, possibly heading to Rite Aid for my 9-5 checkout chick/storeman job, when I sold this Ukrainian girl one of these $10 candles. 

And now, the post two guys and a kid singing about where's they shovels or candles or whatever, Requiem mass:

Ok so until you get to the Confutatis Maledictus part which is pretty riveting, you also see that in the Amadeus movie just posted about recently along with Project Pat (and Juicy J, DJ Paul, etc). But prior to that it's more obscure meandering like an old age home people just kind of wondering when they're gonna die kind of thing. Not what you'd expect from a young robust approximately 30 year old man. 

The Confutatis Maledictus is pretty amazing. I would just ditch the two basses and a soprano plus meandering old folks singing parts completely. Too morbid.

The Lacrimosa that follows is pretty moving. 

What care hath he, my nigga, what care hath he? A poem by and mit Herr Benji

What care hath Project Pat my nigga? What care hath he?

Must he chase a butterfly and a bee?

What care hath he?

https://youtu.be/2klTw123_jw?si=tjmuQwvsEiQU9p7o

Walked a dog at the dog pound today. Pretty nice guy, Niko or something like that. Kind of dog you'd be happy to take home. I could see he liked me and was kind towards the kids but unfortunately it does not seem like eastern Europeans on the whole are fond of dogs. In two years in Bulgaria I only recall seeing someone name their dog once, it wasn't a lot of dogs there. Murphy, was the name of this dog on a walk in Sofia. In Paris, France, in 1992, I remember travelling alone and seeing two dogs riding comfortably on the floor of the carriage, quite large. However dogs are not common in Paris either, neither in many European cities where the folks have no backyards or front yards. In Australia they are exceedingly common and in America they have God like status and are highly beloved. Furthermore the Americans are exceedingly kind to their dogs and would not dream of harming their dogs. 

In Spain I do not recall seeing many dogs at all, however I was involved with a dog in southeastern Spain that was absolutely covered in ticks. I had never seen such a case or known it possible however my uncle's female friend somehow knew of this dog and got me to help her remove all the ticks from it at a veterinary. In fact, the veterinary would remove all the ticks with some pliers and that dog had like a hundred or more. It seemed as if the ticks could literally suck the lifeblood out of it. It was left bloody and bleeding with no ticks and I don't remember where it ended up just that this lady, in her late 30 or 40s by the looks of her, was recruiting me as her buddy's nephew, to help the dog so I put it in my uncle's car and drove it to the veterinary clinic. And would have returned it to her home or something I can't even remember or have a clue why I'm even remembering that.

The Anglo Saxon lady from the marine shop yesterday, kind of unfriendly seeming, mentioned yesterday on my blog, turns out she was a water police officer for a long time. I've seen many (actually probably around ten) English people move around in Spain absolutely happy to be there, not counting trash bag young drunks flying in and out of Ibiza for group orgies and perversions and the like, folks I've happily managed to avoid there. However, as mentioned, like many dogs I meet that are clearly suspicious and resentful towards me, I've lost count of Anglo Saxons in Australia who subconsciously feel aversion towards my genetic existence (Iberian bred), or some kind of inherent Catholicism or something. It's a thing. Which was one of the pleasant surprises about the Pittwater area of Sydney I found recently in the last few years, plenty of successful and happy Anglo Saxon folks, few century old resentments for wogball from Spain.

Alternatively I sometimes meet dogs I like that absolutely love me. There is one dog in particular that I might encounter once every two months, that is absolutely delighted and full of love to see me. I am amazed how much this dog loves me and what a gentle thing it is.

What care hath Pai Mei, my nigga? What care hath he?

https://youtu.be/3VtfqAym5sQ?si=Bh7AznpWIYI3H3MH

Having said all that. The two or three times I travelled in England, I always found the English people there to be extremely well behaved (English manners), with the exception of a pub full of forty or so men that broke out into a loud carousing song of 'tie me kangaroo down sport, tie me kangaroo down.' The police there look likeable. The English people were actually a delight to be around. Excepting London, where they were not unbearable but just overcrowded. I do run into scores of likeable Anglo Saxons in Australia however they're not consistent and solid like in England. They perpetuate an inborn, genetic desire, to perpetuate their general English system of doing things, which comes naturally to them, in Australia and New Zealand, however they do not seem psychologically grounded the way folks in England seemed to be. Noting that I did not go anywhere slummy in England. Eton, Bath, Bath countryside towns, the like. Mind you that was 1996, about four years after aforementioned visit to Paris as a sixteen year old, and England back then was fairly English with less stabbings I suppose. Crime has gotten a lot worse since then, I suppose.

Minnesota boobs anyone?

https://youtube.com/shorts/XUB4POcmsbg?si=r5hpK6f_QjjsjshE

Back at the depot, got my spare phone out of the locker

 

Turned on Fox News, adjusted my crypto accounting with my back up phone from me [sic] locker. I use it to buys supermarket and fuel vouchers. 

Just bought four metres of 8mm marine chain at around $68 AUD. I could see Julie at the marine shop next to the bus depot was an ethnic Anglo Saxon and her English blood was offended by my hulking Spaniard muscular frame. Sabine, one of the sailing club teachers was also there and neither she looked tremendously warm and gooey at my presence either. Oh well I suppose I can remember mother's muscle spasm face on the couch due to her 30+ years of anti psychotic meds side effects and look forward to seeing Corey, a real Australian, not an Anglo Saxon, also in Avalon, with ancestry in Australia dating back thousands of years (not a pretend Australian / grumpy Anglo Saxon).

Anyway so I add that chain that they sold me, plus the four metres approximately they helped me salvage from a piece of crap rusty anchor I brought in (maybe that's what disgusted Julie most, no telling with Anglo Saxon women). God knows I swept the floor voluntarily for Sabine (I didn't expect her to do a Britney dance a la MTV for me but it wouldn't have hurt, or maybe it would have? I'm not sure. It's a sexy dance, that's for sure).

Anyways so I removed all that shit to my ute and next step is just attach it to the anchor currently on my boat. That's for another day, possibly tomorrow I could remove the anchor from Red Herring, I'll see.  That anchor would be around 8kg I suppose.

My EQ tells me Julie was in a really shitty mood today no matter how hard she tries to hide it. Corey I saw a few weeks ago and said she quit her job at the gas station and started playing guitar at some church in Terrey Hills or something, something something in the fields or something, st Anthony's she said, in the fields. I might try to see that. Corey smokes ganja maan. Rust a ferry.

My soccer team got smashed today. Like 9-1 or something, total walk of shame. Wouldn't have happened if Scarlet was on the field.

Definitely I should spray some deodorant before I walk down to the corner to collect me [sic] bus. I drank my first coffee this afternoon first time in four days. I haven't even managed that during Ramadan. I definitely would like to stay eating less and drinking less coffee. God knows I have barely touched protein, fats or carbs since Tuesday so my body is burning body fat for real. Same time I'm just too fat. If I don't stop eating like a fatty I'm gonna have higher blood pressure, headaches, discomfort of having to carry all that fat around. I think Julie today was an overeater as well. Corey and Sabine not so. Sabine looks like a winner to me, also skinny. 

Generally when I see Sabine it's at the sailing club and she's either at the whiteboard lecturing the kids or else on the water pretty much leading the way. There would be around four support boats monitoring the kids all the time with Sabine always commandeering one of them. I mentioned to her my other daughter would be in her class this September... Scarlet will not be. Although she might want to turn up from time to time. Sabine has an interesting quality of keeping a poker face. She is not given to tremendous shows of emotion but is not subnormal or anything like that. No-one looks subnormal to me at the sailing club and around Avalon, certainly not Corey. I'd like to rent there in Avalon but it's pricey. The other young female coach at the club, Rose, appears to have a softer, mushier soul than Sabine, however I think all women have a tendency to be soft and mushy.

https://youtu.be/apBWI6xrbLY?si=et0_BbwzXC7XAc_-

That sailing club is something else. Last Xmas party there was some Saudi Arabian guy there with connections to the Pittwater area. Amazing.

So I've been sitting here for an hour on the bus depot couch cold chilling with my beanie (wrap around hat, it's winter/cold) and catching up on the hotties at Fox News and yes I'd like to see them do the Britney VMA dance as well, it's an amazing dance. And you know the stand out thing was Mark Zuckerberg's interview. He looks like he lives in a fairytale world where some slavishly in love lady is tasked with interviewing him on a set that looks like a fifteen year old adventure novel. And Zuckerberg is talking about how badass Trump looks after his assassination event. Amazing.

Ok Hannity's on. I haven't spoken with Hannity yet although it's possible in future. I haven't tried sprinkling my magical fairy dust on his phone line just yet. Hannity is more unimpressed with Biden's presidency than Obama's presidency. I think that's fair to say. I recall comparing Hannity to Scrappy Doo, Scooby-Doo's baby puppy little bro, during the good old days of Obama's presidency. Pre-Trump 45. Hannity's talking about responsibility. That's the key word. Nowadays no-one wants to take it and everyone wants to scapegoat. I'm 100% in agreement with Hannity today, that's for sure.

Ok it's time to catch zee bus and drive some more 199s.....

https://youtu.be/h_D3VFfhvs4?si=deJab215GQPBMZEd

Back in a few hours then it's 156s. Day off tomorrow, soccer game with Alex then it's off to the sailing club with the Alvari (da 3 kids). Bring my wetsuit in case of attempting sailing a spiral or towing on a foil. Bring frozen seafood to bbq at sailing club (me rikey BBQ there da view is 5 stars, macanudo as the Spaniards say) and onion (cebolla). Bring chain and rope from ute.

Hey I'll tell you I'm not anxious to eat that seafood (and I can wait for the onion), and I fried six halal beef sausages recently as mentioned, without even touching them. While watching Fox News just now I ate two small mandarins and a small apple although I felt an urge for a coke zero which was easy to ignore. It was brief and momentary around the point of entering the premises.

One thing I learned, avoid processed crap and vegetable oils where possible, from studying diet recently, on YouTube. Still burning body fat. It feels good at 118 kilos. That's a lot lighter than 125!

Dr Sten Ekberg:

https://youtu.be/Sk5-gv8pdck?si=hOwISAmTmjabwLb2

 

Ok so hours later, I've 'twerked that ass' of mine 'riding big wheels' as the black American folks are wont to say...

https://youtu.be/7JgcBazzpb4?si=-ra5GiY5bZ1GjC7q

We return to whitey over at Fox News, 'twekin they arses' one might suppose...

I think Trump should be heading to Minnesota, not so much Michigan. I think Trump won Michigan last time (2020) and there was massive voter fraud and it was stunning to see such mind-blowing legal cases like the Giuliana defamation case. Hard to believe.

Fast / ayunar

 

Ok so I got sick, some kind of wintertime bug. Feeling very headachey and low energy. That was Tuesday so by Tuesday evening I still had my regular kind of greedy appetite (overweight). Eating like six beef sausages (that's alot but I'm also a very big guy, like 250 pounds). 

Then I got weaker and weaker so I decided to stop eating and only drink water, no tea or coffee like during Ramadan fasting (where I take shortcuts). 

A similar thing happened when I got corona virus and stopped eating for a few days. So I went from Tuesday evening, sixty hours through Friday morning, eating nothing. Not even adding salt to my water. Apparently you should take magnesium or potassium and salt, while fasting. Anyway I had none of it and slept way more than usual during those sixty hours. Plus I experienced headache near the pre frontal cortex as if I had brain damage there and an aneurysm. I was even thinking about going to hospital on the weekend.

Then anyway I schlepped through it, finally going outside (it's too cold), for kids soccer training. I had let folks know I was unwell and directed kids to other coaches where need be, shmoozed a little with some dads, one of them reporting a similar situation of being knocked out for three days with a bug and only just getting up. Didn't stay long at soccer but it was nice to see some folks after being alone two or three days. Finally this morning I broke fast after sixty hours with half a banana and a cough lolly. I know from the time I once fasted three days straight in 1996: only ever break fast slowly and with fruit. Maybe dates or dried fruit. I'd just go for fruit. So a few hours later I had some carrot, about one. Then a while later another carrot plus a sprinkle of salt mixed in with warm water.

As I'm still sick and it's still cold plus I have to work tomorrow (Saturday) and inspect and monitor Fox News on my bus depot break times, I'm conserving energy including by not eating where possible.

I am looking forward to an old looking orange and definitely lots of water. Thank God my blood pressure from being such a fatty overeater and shit eater has taken a plummet as the brain damage head injury scary brain headache has disappeared. I still have a cough and weakness however this is supplanted by a feeling of well-being and cleanliness in the body and mind.

I also managed to fry up and refrigerate the remaining half dozen sausages from a plastic packet, storing them well cooked in glass, without actually touching them (touching raw meat can make it seep through your hand skin into your body).

 

I was pleased to see Australia's star journalist Nick McKenzie cause the CFMEU to cause a disruption between themselves and the Labour Party and I think if the Australian mainstream media can continue shining a spotlight on that, that would be good. Because otherwise Victoria State will always be a left wing nutjob state. I do like the Victorians, however, and I'm always pleased to be amongst them.

I also hope 60 Minutes will do an expose on the paedo Tasmanian police guy that got a full honour funeral from the Tasmanian police after suiciding for being investigated for being a paedo. What a disgrace.

Anyway I was too sick to work this week or was having a day off Monday so it's like I won't get back to my locker hasta mañana, Saturday, and I'll only get paid for Saturday. Low earnings, no holiday pay/sick pay as I'm just a casual driver.

So coming into approximately hour 70 of this fast, I've also had that aforementioned orange, preceded by a third of a small avocado. It's amazing how amazing and awesome these breakfast fruit and veges like carrots, bananas, avocados, oranges, are. I also finished the morning's small banana, finishing the last fifth or so of that.

Shrink talks no carbs, eat meat 

https://youtu.be/HUvBy0VMLDY?si=JQdgDgm8Z331UTom

Mental note, grab stuff from work locker on Tuesday

 Listen to music keeps one awake while driving late at night...

https://youtu.be/CD-E-LDc384?si=uy2K49e5B2zp11BS

David and Catherine Birnie: Australia's horrendous serial killer couple

 

Obsoyb:

https://youtu.be/vt4ZgxnbB48?si=DRrWAtcVjrKblV23

Trump calls emerging Elder George Clooney a fuggen shlut

 

Presidential race heats up 

https://youtu.be/wxlfkFMjLZc?si=BdWFILpoEldUTGEU

Corea del norte, preparando para la guerra contra los otros cuarenta y nueve estados, aparte de Virginia

 

Different visitors, different perspectives, this documentary shows a level of robustness and interestingness to North Korea:

https://youtu.be/9DRqmxOC6NU?si=vTqPdC8dAgRi-G1Y

Consider in 1992 and 2001, there were mostly either no mobile phones or else no smart phones in 2001. Yet the North Korean is not hampered by addiction and the mesmerising effect of the phone. The superabundance of information, leading to narcissism and craven idiocy, at times, in many democracies and even in communist China, to some extent, is of no concern to the North Koreans.

Like the english Australians from the backward and impoverished hinterlands, continuously obsessed with the wogballs coming for their country, the North Koreans are obsessed with going to war with the Americans. The Chinese do not radicalise and demonise the Americans in this way. It's true the Americans bombed the absolute shit out of the north Koreans. I kind of feel sorry for Otto Warmbier. There's nothing funny about his situation, absolutely tragic case of scapegoating.

North Koreans have roundworms like nowhere else, possibly everyone has them, up to a foot long. It's a national disaster:

https://youtu.be/4FHmRzSC5ug?si=1_euCUBxzPdaPSAz

North Korean gulag prisoners, some half a million of 23 million, only too happy to eat RAW rat, due to only eating 100 grams of corn per day:

"A survivor: Soon Ok Lee" https://www.nbcnews.com/id/wbna3071464

9 years later

 Nueve años después de Virginia, September 2001.....

https://youtu.be/USe-wZ0AOQQ?si=Naq0uRKnqiiQg02j

We all saw it, the giant funeral in the sky. The cremations en masse. The cremated dust caking faces like Aboriginal faces painted for an initiation.

Virginia, September 2001.

I remember looking at the arc of water spraying out of the pressure washer as Billy, and George, sprayed the wooden roofs one by one. The moss and gunk being exterminated by the precise arc of the pressure washer. Coming home the smell of bleach and my Adidas sneakers wet with it, leaving them slightly outside the window to dry. Grabbing a can of ginger beer from the fridge after work, starting September 12th, 2001. Every day is a big 9/11 news day. Finally the first story on the news that isn't 9/11 related, it's Billy's uncle who has died in Belize. Billy even stops by in a black suit one day with his wife, dressed for a funeral, George is pressure washing alone as I spray water from the ground.

The old days.

https://youtube.com/shorts/R17xofiAY7w?si=rG0gfPKtpepU19V3

DIES irae, dies illa,

solvet saeculum in favilla,

teste David cum Sibylla. THAT day of wrath, that dreadful day,

shall heaven and earth in ashes lay,

as David and the Sybil say.

Quantus tremor est futurus,

quando iudex est venturus,

cuncta stricte discussurus! What horror must invade the mind

when the approaching Judge shall find

and sift the deeds of all mankind!

Tuba mirum spargens sonum

per sepulcra regionum,

coget omnes ante thronum. The mighty trumpet's wondrous tone

shall rend each tomb's sepulchral stone

and summon all before the Throne.

Mors stupebit et natura,

cum resurget creatura,

iudicanti responsura. Now death and nature with surprise

behold the trembling sinners rise

to meet the Judge's searching eyes.

Liber scriptus proferetur,

in quo totum continetur,

unde mundus iudicetur. Then shall with universal dread

the Book of Consciences be read

to judge the lives of all the dead.

Iudex ergo cum sedebit,

quidquid latet apparebit:

nil inultum remanebit. For now before the Judge severe

all hidden things must plain appear;

no crime can pass unpunished here.

Quid sum miser tunc dicturus?

quem patronum rogaturus?

cum vix iustus sit securus. O what shall I, so guilty plead?

and who for me will intercede?

when even Saints shall comfort need?

Rex tremendae maiestatis,

qui salvandos salvas gratis,

salva me, fons pietatis. O King of dreadful majesty!

grace and mercy You grant free;

as Fount of Kindness, save me!

Recordare Iesu pie,

quod sum causa tuae viae:

ne me perdas illa die. Recall, dear Jesus, for my sake

you did our suffering nature take

then do not now my soul forsake!

Quaerens me, sedisti lassus:

redemisti crucem passus:

tantus labor non sit cassus. In weariness You sought for me,

and suffering upon the tree!

let not in vain such labor be.

Iuste iudex ultionis,

donum fac remissionis,

ante diem rationis. O Judge of justice, hear, I pray,

for pity take my sins away

before the dreadful reckoning day.

Ingemisco, tamquam reus:

culpa rubet vultus meus:

supplicanti parce Deus. Your gracious face, O Lord, I seek;

deep shame and grief are on my cheek;

in sighs and tears my sorrows speak.

Qui Mariam absolvisti,

et latronem exaudisti,

mihi quoque spem dedisti. You Who did Mary's guilt unbind,

and mercy for the robber find,

have filled with hope my anxious mind.

Preces meae non sunt dignae:

sed tu bonus fac benigne,

ne perenni cremer igne. How worthless are my prayers I know,

yet, Lord forbid that I should go

into the fires of endless woe.

Inter oves locum praesta,

et ab haedis me sequestra,

statuens in parte dextera. Divorced from the accursed band,

o make me with Your sheep to stand,

as child of grace, at Your right Hand.

Confutatis maledictis,

flammis acribus addictis.

voca me cum benedictis. When the doomed can no more flee

from the fires of misery

with the chosen call me.

Oro supplex et acclinis,

cor contritum quasi cinis:

gere curam mei finis. Before You, humbled, Lord, I lie,

my heart like ashes, crushed and dry,

assist me when I die.

Lacrimosa dies illa,

qua resurget ex favilla.

iudicandus homo reus:

huic ergo parce Deus. Full of tears and full of dread

is that day that wakes the dead,

calling all, with solemn blast

to be judged for all their past.

Pie Iesu Domine,

dona eis requiem. Amen. Lord, have mercy, Jesus blest,

grant them all Your Light and Rest. Amen.

Aquí estamos, una copa metálica

 ¿Que pasa? Acabo de cortar el cesped por la casa de Kelly. Es una tía de la peña de vela de Avalon. Habla castellano perfectamente aunque parece ser anglo-sajona..... Había dejado mi taza azul metálica por su keli la última vez q estuve por ahí, hace varias semanas ya. Hoy la recogí, la copa metálica.... Me gusta.... No rompe como CRISTal.

Si te vas a los Cortes del Distrito (Sidney) por la calle Liverpool/Oxford, 147, ves ahí por la pared en el nivel tres, una foto de un juez Australiano, negro. De la gente nativa. Estaría interesante ver una película tratando con aquel hombre. 

Enter (entre) Sandman.... 

https://youtu.be/TD6V9Vz9yTY?si=hj4sdGktWc8KY_pK

Movie review, Sampson and Delilah (NITV channel); Meet the Parents (Gaylord Focker and friends)

Faith no more (they got the medallions)

https://youtu.be/i9_hCjcFNO0?si=qI4NMDk1JYdNc_EB

What's up? Bull was cancelled on TV. I returned Red Herring from Akuna Bay marina to her mooring at Avalon. There's a new boat there, Patricia, near my mooring. Looks kind of squishy over there. My red kayak had been on my mooring for two months, absolutely covered in sea muck. Growing, creeping muck. Also, as mentioned, I discovered the Country (AND) Western (both types) channel on the boat radio. 

Before leaving Red Herring I left the Spanish deck of cards from my neck bag, back on Red Herring where I normally keep them.

So the Spanish deck has four suits: coins (like gold medals "oros"), swords (espadas), copas (cups) and bastos (kind of like wog bashers, big club like logs).

I'm seeing bastos in this movie, for bashing people, and copas, for sniffing petrol.

One thing I guess I enjoyed when I was 16 in Spain, was playing mus with Raquel, Alicia or Ana and Virginia. Three of my buddies in the small campus. I think those were their names. They were nice girls. They were surprised I could play mus. I was kind of depressed while I was there, especially before I even got there. I guess I suffered alot as a teen-ager.

Gee I like the aboriginal Mary and Jesus in the movie. They have that in India but it's Krishna as a baby and his mom.and they [sic] blue.

Was just wondering about knives but yeah, they have two haircuts with knives plus he cuts his bottle into una copa with his knife. Oh and he gutted the kangaroo, forgot about that. Espadas in the Spanish deck often just look like knives. Some people like cards with diamonds, some like knives.

The Spaniards are something else in high school. The senior kids draw naked models in art. They're allowed to drink small portions of alcohol in the school cafeteria. They all stand around smoking cigarettes (bad).

I think these are abbos with rock star hangover syndrome: AWRSHS. Clearly the female Elder feels that way as she just busted out her basto (wog basher).

This movie doesn't have gold coins but I suppose when I was in Spain in 1992 we still had $2 notes probably. They have self service prepaid petrol service at the Akuna Bay marina.

Billy and Virginia 

https://youtu.be/AAZQaYKZMTI?si=o03fq4XVZTVELY8H

Yes she was a nice girl that Virginia, very like me in terms.of tall and long limbs. She had bleach blonde hair with black roots, long and straight but not perfectly straight. Not sure if she bleached it but I remember she jumped on my back outside class one day so she must have liked me. I liked her and Raquel and Alicia/Ana. Or maybe it was Alicia and Ana and there was no Raquel in our mus game, I can't remember. There certainly was at least one Raquel in our eleventh grade class, I'm sure. Aquel in Spanish means that thing over there, like that car, aquel carro. But you can just say ese. Ese carro.

Impenetrable fog on the Hawkesbury

 

Wow, I got like from Akuna Bay marina, the berthing there, up to just shy of Cottage Point and it's wall to wall impenetrable fog. Dropped the anchor and listening to country and western. Will read Markson's Wuhan book while the fog clears up. Didn't notice the overhanging gum tree on the marina channel so the mast and stays brushed into that a little, no big deal apparently. I definitely feel keen emotions on the boat: panic, deep concern, anxiety, elation, joy. Not sure if adrenaline and cold are feelings but my hands were really cold this morning. I must say it's an extremely comfortable thing boarding one's boat at marina berth. Chilling at the marina, if I was running a big corporation or something, I'd probably want offices at a marina and a permanent berth. Wouldn't need a bigger boat though. Anyway I'm not so that's all good.

Nautical points to consider:

Raising sail stabilises boat in ocean swell, raise sail where there's swell if need be even if wind is minimal.

Anchor chain is what stabilises, Red Herring only has five metres, get another fifteen or so....

Country AND Western (both)

https://youtu.be/5gdF_9w-edI?si=lnK9uA7h3Dnhkae_

Akuna Bay marina, Red Herring

 Red Herring national anthem:

https://youtu.be/ixqofv-Oi74?si=VVGWYU8kICSc56uw

Ok so yesterday around 11am my youngest child, Zara, 7; barely years old, and I, jumped into my utility vehicle (ute) and drove fifteen minutes or so to Bobbin Head. I enlisted some help from a young lady fishing there, to keep an eye on Zara while I kayaked out to the boat and brought it to shore. Some Chinese folks were around shrieking away in communist Chinese so I said my usual thing they would say to me (in Chinese): you speak Chinese very well! Chinese people say this to non Chinese people in surprised tones. Anyway I don't speak Chinese very well, it's just a subterfuge, kind of like Mr Wolf's blankets in the back seat of Jule's messy car. Anyway so I threw the bow line down to the Chinese guy after he told me in Chinese that I speak Chinese very well (I don't) and motioned for him to tie it down in the cleat. I daresay he didn't know how to do that but most people don't.

After making a coffee on the dreary interior's gimbal (it's not the Ritz in there), Zara and I set off for Akuna Bay, about 80 minutes cruising up the Cowan river which is a tributary of the Hawkesbury River.

Ok so this would be my first stay at a marina while berthing my own boat. Parking (berthing) was easy, I nailed it first attempt, like a pro. I had certainly been on the Newcastle, Sydney to Hobart racing yacht, Mr Sproggles (not its actual name), numerous times as it parked in its berth at Newcastle marina, plus I was a member there with an access key to the amenities for the best part of a year, so I'm somewhat familiar with the routine. Plus of course I'm a member at Avalon sailing club where my kids sail little kiddy sailboats.

So Zara's mother will collect her today and the plan is for me to proceed to Avalon via Broken Bay, it's basically like the Pacific Ocean right there until you're into Pittwater harbour enough for the water to calm down so I wouldn't even be able to attempt that if it ocean swell was more than like a metre. My boat is just not the right size for dealing with the ocean.

Anyway so as mentioned, I've got Sharri Markson's book, 'What really happened in Wuhan', in the boat all the time. I removed the Spanish deck of cards from the boat last night to play chinchon with Zara a little before removing from the marina's quarters to bunk down in the cramped Red Herring. I read chapter ten, Pompeo, before falling asleep. I slept fairly well however I have a slight suggestion of headache potential. Normally I would take one ibuprofen per month or six weeks on average for that. If it was a really bad headache maybe two ibuprofen which would shut it down. Generally I would say I overeat and now that it's winter time there's not much gardening happening so it's like having a holiday for a few weeks with a low work schedule although I'm still driving the bus all weekend.

John Howard and Malcolm Turnbull were on the tube last night in the marina's quarters however the messaging was muffled. Perhaps they were trying to disassociate themselves from the constant drumbeat that all men are wife beaters, it was unclear mumbling and all one could see was John Howard looks very old and Malcolm Turnbull is the guy that promoted gay marriage like a complete moron.

 

If the statistics stating a continual downturn in spousal violence and homicides are not to be believed, and one is to ignore the fact that the Australian media is in a death fight for survival due to dwindling advertising revenue, low talent and chronic Anglo Saxon nepotism, and audiences due to YouTube and other internet streaming. One might then assume that aforementioned Howard, Turnbull and Markson have been absolutely embroiled in sordid spousal violence of a non consensual nature. Furthermore, if our NSW government du jour, Labor or Liberal, is to be believed, the lovely Markson's husband should probably get Markson to sign off on a NSW government app every time Mr Markson leans in for a kiss, just to prove its consensual: romantic.

Of course, if Mr Howard's significant other has been slapping him around, we can only assume she'll get away with it, as the name of the game is female victimhood at all costs. It's a form of mental illness along with gay marriage and transgender rights.

Alvarez anniversaries, checkout time:

London bombings 7/7/5, while kicking it in Queens, NYC.

RIP pops, 7/7/8, another Alvarez suicides.

Homeward bound, Benji leaves Spain after a seventeen months sojourn, 7/7/97

 

Anyway so behind that boob tube (tv) at the marina at Akuna Bay, you'll see the laundry room and in there they keep a giant ship steering wheel, about two metre diameter, with a commemorative plaque from April ten, 1981, the PM of the time, Malcolm Fraser, officially opened the marina. There's a lot of that in Australia, commemorative openings and plaques and official openings. Can't remember seeing anything like that in Spain. A married elderly couple from Tasmania, very masterful ocean mariners, were showing me and my daughter their boat and saying how they gave a ride to a Catalunyan muchacha from Hobart to Sydney on their way to Akuna bay. Apparently she never sailed before. She would have been in very good hands.

Anyways moments later, Zara and her mother left. I've finished washing and drying most of the boat linen, including, two pillows, my regular sleeping bag. Blankets. My towel. Sundry clothing. The marina includes free laundry machine use and coffee, sugar, etc.

Fox News questions Biden's mental capacity

 

Joe, how many fingers am I holding up? Ten Joe 👿, ten motherfucking dedos Joe. None of this eight faggoty fingers Joe. Ten fingers, right round the world.... Come on man, fuck everybody, flatline, bullshit!!!

https://youtu.be/Qvuomz5FQ6A?si=YzD1KATAhtPKMEzJ

Where are we gonna find the best of the best?

(6 fingers ok if you're a Minion, that's all you have)

https://youtu.be/f9AjbtXjaJg?feature=shared

Biden game plan:

1) call Miranda Devine a dumb fuggen shlut and deport her back to Mexico 

2) put six Minion hands in the air and wave them around like you just don't care 

3) have a nap. Call that guy, you know.... Zzzzzzzxzz wake up, drink hot chocolate 

4) fingers crossed and discuss root causes 

$1 book sale.... Anzacs Betrayed, the 2nd D&E Platoon in Vietnam (Don Tate)

 No stairway, denied...

https://youtu.be/rJbbrmHX29E?si=PpqVs9cfriKvpkfQ

Looks interesting, it's a nice size book about seven by nine inches or so. Chunky. Not too thick. It's about an ad hoc 39 man Platoon in the Vietnam war that isn't recognised.

Circling back to that air Egypt office back in Cairo with my poster cannister. I saw an excellent documentary on Mohammed Atta, the Egyptian United Airlines hijacker from Flight 11, 9/11. I'll post that here, it's definitely worth watching.

Not sure if this was the exact one:

https://youtu.be/f6PZMyPaq_U?si=dNg4C4GSFC9AWhrj

Dr Phil on ABC (USA) Nightline

 Music please...

https://youtu.be/-35W_FWCT9Q?si=l8YEgIKf4ATkYHk-

So Dr Phil was on this morning, it's the first day of the two weeks winter holidays. The oldest two kids should be going to five day camp (overnight stays) tomorrow however the middle child says she's feeling crook (unwell). I hope she doesn't miss camp, not least because it cost like $240u.s.

Ok I've always had a positive opinion of Dr Phil and never found him unlikeable or obnoxious. This is really saying a lot as he's just a television construct from my perspective. But say when I was living in Hollywood/LA, one Hungarian lady I knew in her 20s was a regular at a lot of these shows like Dr Phil filmed at a big studio in Hollywood. I even went along with this Hungarian lady to the lot one day although I didn't want to see a show, I noted how one of the floor managers recognised her and knew her by name. It's worth mentioning I worked as a volunteer floor manager at a small community tv channel in Madrid.

Anyway so I was getting my haircut by some Iraqi yesterday, a $15 u.s. buzzcut, number two length all over. Suddenly I remembered the humorous time I was 21 years old and passing through Cairo. The layover was very long but technically not long enough to permit an airline provided hotel stay. So I thought I'd kick up a stink by slapping my Bart Simpson poster cannister (just a plain cardboard cannister for posters) against my palm, like a thug. It's quite humorous because if you know anything about these Muslim countries like Egypt, they are rock solid people who are not easily intimidated. I thought it was such a funny story I mentioned it to my American counterpart, Justice, later that day, over the phone.

However I never mentioned to Justice the Jerusalem security story I was also sharing with the Iraqi hairdresser.

Yes I got the hotel, yes posters are cool, yes I was transferring between college campuses, consider:

https://benjamin-english-the-ossie-spaniard.blogspot.com/2020/02/i-got-skillz-homey-check-out-my.html

Anyway, the bottom line, I suppose, factoring in all of the aforementioned, is what Buddha said about the nexus of suffering and desire. Often abuse victims are suffering because of someone else's desires....

When the Buddha presented the Four Noble Truths, he identified cravin as the origin or cause of suffering. Called taṇhā in Pali and tṛ́ṣṇā in Sanskrit, the terms are typically translated as craving, but also refer to thirst, desire, longing, wish and greed. Although craving isn’t the only cause of suffering, it’s always listed first and considered to be the principal, all-pervading, most palpable and immediate cause.

The term suffering – referred to as dukkha in Pali and duhkha in Sanskrit – cannot be fully expressed with a single English word either, and pain, anxiety, stress, distress, discomfort, frustration and “unsatisfactoriness” are also used to describe it. According to Buddhist sutras (scriptures), there are three root sufferings:

Dukkha-dukkha: The suffering of suffering – including the pain of birth, old age, sickness and death.

Viparinama-dukkha: The suffering of change – as everything in this world is impermanent and won’t last.

Sankhara-dukkha: All-pervasive suffering – an underlying sense of insecurity, anxiety or basic dissatisfaction.

The Buddha also identified three types of taṇhā (craving), which in turn are related to what are called the three poisons (Sanskrit: triviṣa) – ignorance (Sanskrit: avidyā), attachment (Sanskrit: raga), and aversion (Sanskrit: dvesha). The types of craving are:

Kama-taṇhā: Craving for pleasure – the desire for sense-pleasures, wealth and enjoyment. The basis is ignorance as to the Four Noble Truths and impermanence.

Bhava-taṇhā: Craving for existence – an ego driven desire for becoming, continued survival, identity, importance, and so on. The basis is attachment.

Vibhava-taṇhā: Craving for non-existence – the desire not to experience unpleasant conditions, situations or people. The basis is aversion.

The path to liberation from Samsara (the endless cycle of life, death and rebirth) and its suffering involves extinguishing deluded craving and the “fires” of attachment and aversion. Cultivating equanimity can pave the way, whereby we accept pleasant and painful experiences equally, and abandon striving to gratify and reaffirm our ego.

Dharma Master Cheng Yen sheds light on how craving plays out in our lives, and points to contentment and gratitude as a means to break its vicious, damaging grip:

I often say that life is like a play and this play revolves around one theme – want and desire. Our desires are like a bottomless pit. We’re always seeking, never satisfied. This plays out in all aspects of our life. When eating, we don’t just eat to sustain our bodies and appease hunger; we crave good-tasting food. For our home, it isn’t enough to have a modest place that shelters us from the elements; we desire comfortable surroundings, the bigger and more luxurious the better.

All our life, we work hard to fulfill our desires. One dream fulfilled spawns another. We seek happiness, but for most of us, we think happiness comes with having more. Instead of being content with an ordinary, simple life, our vanity causes us to want more wealth, success, glory, power, and so on. Our ambitions are endless. But the truth is, more isn’t necessarily better and it can have adverse effects. In our endless pursuit of our desires, we actually create much suffering for ourselves.

The Buddhist sutras tell us that people with many desires suffer greatly because they’re constantly seeking self-benefit and gain. When we give rise to desire, we act in order to seek things. When we can’t get what we want, afflictions arise and we suffer. We might get into arguments with people over what we want. We might tire ourselves out scheming to get what we want. Our efforts to fulfill our desires bring us much affliction. Those with few desires don’t suffer like this.

If we want to get rid of our afflictions, we have to know their source – our desires. We can then get rid of them by being content. Contentment leads to spiritual riches and a sense of satisfaction and happiness with what we already have. With fewer desires, we can sleep soundly at night without worries. Our heart can be at peace. After all, what do we really come into the world for? What is life really about? Only by turning toward the Dharma can we begin to understand life’s true value and purpose. We can get perspective and see things in their positive light. A sense of gratitude will fill our hearts, and we’ll know how to make use of our lives in the most meaningful way, by contributing to the greater good.

Master Cheng Yen also asks us to reflect on how our behavior, focused on selfish desires and the endless pursuit of pleasure, is having a cumulative and harmful impact.

It all started with us human beings being self-centered and selfish. We want things to be under our control and our material desires are endless. That’s why today’s society is so focused on the pursuit of economic wealth, with manufacturing and businesses continually expanding. In this process, our land and natural environment are exploited and destroyed.

What also gets destroyed is our conscience – our moral principles and our humanity. Society too gets destroyed. With everyone pursuing self-gain, a huge disparity between rich and poor results, leading to great inequality, tension and struggle. All this came about because our heart and mind fell away from what is true and right.

We need to stop blindly going about our lives and look at the bigger picture of what’s occurring on our planet. We need to become introspective and take good care of our minds while taking true Dharma to heart and practicing it in every aspect of our lives. 

The sections in italics consist of edited excerpts of material compiled into English by the Jing Si Abode English Editorial Team, based on Dharma Master Cheng Yen’s talks and conversations with visitors.

Dream about Texas.... 9/11 Justice

 

The 9/11 Justice families are at the podium again...

https://youtu.be/p3sBBIjSAEE?si=ue1w6MpWBDQyrsFq

So I called in to Katy Houston or wherever Texas last night (Independence Day) to talk to Chris Salcedo but no-one answered the phone. I listened to Chris for a while and fell asleep and dreamt I was in Texas. It's the only time I can remember dreaming such a thing however I see my subconscious mind used a section of shopping mall from my hometown, itself a kind of troubled British Commonwealth version of Texas. This section of mall my subconscious placed in actual Texas was pre-existent a massive refurbishing and extension of this mall so that even my very first earliest memories were in this actual section of the mall which existed before the massive extensions. In fact this mall chain that's so big in Australia that did the extension, even exist in Los Angeles! Westfield's. You will see them all over Australia and even some places in Los Angeles. Pretty sure my Hollywood counterpart Macristol was chatting away with me one day when I realised Los Angeles has a Westfield's.

Anyway in my dream it wasn't a Westfield's but a shopping mall in Texas. Just as in my childhood, when Grace Brothers department store was the biggest section of that mall before Westfield's took over. 

Anyway these Texans in my dream had an interesting Texan expression, "don't water your plates." I'm not even sure what that means but before I woke up some dishwasher inside the shopping centre was walking through the dishwashing post, something like that. 

On air with Chris Salcedo:

https://youtu.be/0MSFNTAySsc?si=UpqSW0ukFtFcZe8v

Christopher Hitchens discusses Clintons on Charlie Rose (1999)

 Mira (watch,)

https://youtu.be/hlrM0Siszq8?si=jyIrOHC4Z5Tj9iHb

He's a shrewd and knowledgeable Englishman, this Hitchens (deceased from cancer 2012, the Most Merciful will surely be merciful on his Soul).

Trump's campaign 'snake' story... Has he told it in Indianapolis?

  

Trump's snake story:

https://youtu.be/-6hxH80TCp8?si=-DSX45lD9M9vyNGR

Tarot, Les atouts (trump cards: 1-21)

Les TROIS bouts (4.5 points each)

Le petit (atout 1) - trump card#1 - a liability 

L'excuse (like a joker - excuses you from playing something else)

Le 21 (atout/trump)

Winning hand with one bout, 51 points required 

Winning hand with two bout, 41 points

All 3 bout, 36 points required 

No bout: 56 points needed by the taker 

V valet, 1.5 points    la sota

C Cavalier, 2.5 points  el caballo

D Dame, 3.5.                 la reina

R roi, 4.5 points           el rey

Bout cards 5 points 

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/French_Tarot