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

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.

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

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

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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

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

Dismissed.

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!