camelboys, injuns and unfunny phonies

in the interest of 'kintonewitty' i present:
camelboys, injuns and unfunny phonies
it's a jumble in there, jammin da 'throughfake' in the land of wonder
mistairyousilly kept from going under .. nethertheless
myststaireasily .. eh .. miststeerriotously


http://spectator.org/archives/2011/01/13/climate-change

Climate Change -- American Spectator
"... before heading off to college where they hear tenured professors like Ward Churchill present academic justifications for nihilism. ..."


oh, come on, don't be shy. Why be modest? Haven't you learned anything from your paymasters yet? If you want to get payed more don't just accuse your opponents of 'nihilism'. Besides, it conjures associations with modesty in the minds of the folks hoppering concepts into at ease posishies, but what's worse, falls way short of your enormous reach. Use it!! You thinks demons in Dimona are working for Piet Snot???? Claim you are threatened with ANnihilism, on the double!!!!! You know, like Ward did, he wants the US 'off the map'. Now, just do what you are accusing him off as follows: left hook: accuse him of the plans which in reality we harbour, unload our own designs to begin bombing campaigns on him, then, much later, come back with a right handed grateful borrowing for having familiarized and spooked the public to the point of agreeing with pre-emptives etcetera.

The last alinea comes in two versions:

So censor any reference Ward might have been talking about treaties contracts and laws, you know, the stuff gullible people manage to believe that very flimsy and flammable dead cellulose can represent and be trusted with. Him being a big man, the asssociation with violence is easily made and helps displace and/or overlook the massive smoking and sadness complex immobilizing him.

.... in slightly altered (and expanded) form here:
http://blogs.westword.com/latestword/2011/01/benjamin_whitmer_ward_churchill_pike_charlie_louvin.php
Benjamin Whitmer, Ward Churchill's onetime online champion, chooses books over flame wars ----- By Michael Roberts, Thu., Jan. 13 2011 @ 11:44AM

article explains why BW is too busy and grown up to start (and/or join?) flame-wars this time around ... and seeing this is only the first comment a week later, controversy clearly worn out ... but wail not, fresh meat for hungry maws: Palin invokes, sets up and impales herself on the media prongs of youknowjew ... the google alerts feature/show/suffer (??no time for that now) a slight uptick.


So censor any reference Ward might have been talking about treaties
contracts and laws - you know, stuff that tends to be unfamiliar, subject to inspection, fits and starts, a long way from smooth routine 'spelenderwijs' performance - which gullible people nevertheless manage to believe a very flimsy and flammable substance, really just dead cellulose up until recently .. a mediation and burial, .. the slow and bloat drifting out, brought back/down to be fed and sacrificed to the fast, a grave offense to proper composting procedures - can represent and be trusted with. 'Compostage' and trust might in fact be real close travel companions but to know what i mean you'd have to have some John D Hamaker (alltime fave american i had the honour to stay with several different years) under your belt, not to mention Knapp sharpened by Beckerath and all of it put in a race gender and class warfare fairing perspective by me: indexterity operator

WC being a big man, the asssociation with violence is facile freak mass media fodder of 'yes we can .. deceive' apparanthoodies - easily made and helps displace, point away from and/or overlook the genius, sensitivity, not to mention the massive clouds of sadness choking his militation ... despite certain people holding onto to images from bygones.

Have a good day.

not quite done doing deep battle doodoo

deep doodoo and deep doo doo 235.000 and 326.000 results on google but with quotes 47,500 and 421,000

without the deep the difference is considerable 438,000 vs 36,800,000 miljan

does this reflect the ten-thousand drops of pure clear water for the israelis vs a sewage contaminated single one for earlier palenstinian, those R.E.M.A.I.N.I.N.G. .. much closer to the best green ethic holy books can possible hope to offer?

http://peterbcollins.com/2011/01/07/special-report-from-gaza-activist-ken-okeefe-reports-dismal-conditions-and-recent-israeli-airstrikes/

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By contrast, the other day i listened to a snippet of yet another pre-tea-partyish radio rant (on backwoodshome) from 2002.

The phrase that broke the logjam in my head (and visible below) was:

'we are going to hell in a handbasket'.

It prompted me to unravel what they think and hope to convey when they say 'we' (pure as driven snow) and 'our govt' (too busy trying to bait and catch hot money with hot money, ending in confusions which leave even less time and leeway to notice the upstanding citizen ponying up for the spectacle).

Quick, dirty and short prefigurement of my answer (putting words in their mouths):

we cannot identify with our developers and 'waresofteners', never met a contractability monetizer or agreements banker and never even heard of rocks ungravelers, let alone ...

Fiscal honesty is as problematic as fighting missions these day, but once upon a time, at least to some certain men i have had the luck/honour of reading work by/of, fiscal fairness, vital to a nation's health, wasn't so obscure(d): Knapp, Beckerath, and still alive (in Boeing territory): Todd Boyle (rosehill.net), a man who puts himself in sight of commuting traffic at very regular intervals, as does Berndt (peaceispossible.blogspot.com), 50 miles further south, in Olympia, just below a large naval base in Tacoma.

Berndt by the way, needs to write a crime novel about how the erasure and disappearance of a curious 4 story hi mural --- (ostensibly bycause of a renovation) in the Library of a U famous for its liberality, 4 miles out of town, painted in the late 60s by a man who went on to pioneer and become the world leading authority on synchronization, rituals, medicine wheels, mandalas, sand painting, matrixery and calenderaisers --- triggered, unleashed, seeded, signalled the waves, habits and largest concentration of them all to sprout up on all the blind walls around the State Capital of the pacific northwest, he already has a huge huge collection of specimens ... but hasn't answered any of my queries for some reason.

I have criticized the man (the painter, Arguelles) for seeming to feel a need to foster awareness of a mirrored and therefore distorted truth: sharability is worth it, no matter how vanishingly small and fractious or even altogether fictitious the morsels. A logical consequence of his overvalueing mental aspects of being. It is also a distillation of the missionary and crusader complex in him, the machismo invested in splendid waste .. potlatch ..opening the casings revealing inner clockworks, invisibly springloaded and represented in squiggles displacing (he claims 'preceding') all possible other and more palatable physical precipitate of such glimpses, analogous to the quivering dazzlement of peacockfeatherload-like displays.
The visual portion of fitness is far from residual and eyes are stressed more than rocks are being squeezed. Again, is this a displacement or merely tell-tale early sign and good omen?

Screenage of eyes rather than rocks has helped 'unfairing' fights, made them more fundamentally dishonest (more fundamental, more dishonest).

And so i lose respect for eyeball magnetude, beautifying skills that dictate a dazzling pixel dance with razorsharp contrasts (moves and dreamflow grooves provided by the toxtec at a rate far surpassing that of fake breasts being 'fitted' at the shapeshop.

If this is the shape of things as the state of the arts in efforts to make fights fair (with exceptions like Ken O'Keefe, the only twitterer i follow), it is little wonder we cannot seem to recruit, convert and defuse the wrong way to go about it vitally enough.

Chunyi Lin versus Alliant Techsystems: The spiritual showdown in Eden Prairie

Alliant vs springforest
I am reminded of how i saw that in the light of 'Arcturus rising' yesterday when my eye caught Chun-Yi Lin's blog title (obviously a result of webbery-skill-gap ... while webbery's gill cap aint all swell either these days, see my corexit rant ... whoops, i think he erased that one .. the day i post a perfect comment i will be sore but so far they were all too hasty and too flawed to fault him for it.

Corporate waste

I got a harebrained theory for ya: i am ceo of the world's brownpointiest SOILcompany and reserve the right to deny i am.

Want a few real evil ones?
oil companies being tempted into iraq and helped to deny it by the same people?

Oil companies trying to wreck the gulf-stream in order to raise heating costs and sell more to europe in the future???

naaahh, ... not evil enough, ... this one is:

Humor me for a minute. Imagine polluters who spoil for a chance to bail from (shed, toss, drop, hide, pawn off) or at least delegate the clean-up.
No funding forthcoming or not quick enough and the waste piles grown uncomfortably large, they hit upon a brilliant if devious plant.
Managements get together and decide to toss their several toxicalities into a cocktail, entertaining themselves with epitaph and mythical property endowments, etcetera. In short, they name these deadly mixes pretty fancy ways and slap a commensurate price tag on, multiples of the type of money it would take to try break each of its components into their original constituents again before mixture, as if to subtextually taunt and convey a punishing message to the fraction and remnant of the health inspection authorities that stubbornly refuse to be brided and also to practice their schizfaith: rising cost is rising worth.

Tossing their fate into a collective reflects that split (unity/community - union/communion) as well. Their idea of one integer whole is always radically undermined by their faith in (and being after) becoming the lucky one winner. But boy did they collect(ivate the score) big this time.

Sell by vs Ban by date:
Our band of hi-wage conspirators had to force a sale/use of their fantasy product Corexit before publicity, outrage and protest about it being a toxic waste cocktail would lead to withdrawal of (carefully strategized, pawn-positioned) and licence to use/kill.

Their pawns had bargained for approval succesfully but it was a stealth operation as many of these are and not 'stable' enough to allow nature to take its course.

Bribery is oldfashioned and although positioning pawns requires more patience, much longer planning trajectories, etcetera, the corporate world sees itself as a collective in matters like these, it feels like it is fighting fair, pitting one of them against another and they are the much smaller one so deserve a little advantage to equal things out and fair the fight. Hell they will even grant us the internet, knowing full well it nets us splinters and we become that much easier to pick out and off, contain, isolate.

Hell, i can rant all i want but not a stinkingly unthinking cunt is gonna read it. they (especially) are all busy looking in the mirror and hoping an admirer will jump through and out of it any minute, any second even. every second 4000 more fotos land on facebook servers

Banning would spoil their chances of getting rid of it 'for good pay' (in their sick sick 'bottomline' sickened eyes) as opposed to dumping it in the third world as is usage.

Would the Iraq wars have happened without the even more devious plotters holding out many-splendered fever dreams of wind-falls and profits from the Iraqi oilfield to the whitish oil companies (lost sight of Soil Companions like Cernunnos altogether)?
Oil companies to the rescue. Reread this piece of bad-mouthing fiction till faith in good and proper restored.

Rest In Peace Gerry

The Ark - City to City 1978

Whatever's written in your heart

same in a series of 40 more or less related

Born in the YouEsSay

The other day i listened to a snippet of yet another pre-tea-partyish radio rant (on backwoodshome) from 2002.

The phrase that broke the logjam in my head (and visible below) was:

'we are going to hell in a handbasket'.

It prompted me to unravel what they think and hope to convey when they say 'we' and 'our govt'.

Quick, dirty and short prefigurement of my answer:

not (we and) our developer, waresoftener or rock ungraveler,
neither our contractability monetizer nor our agreements banker.

Fiscal honesty is as problematic as fighting missions these day, but once upon a time, at least to some certain men i have had the luck/honour of reading work by/of, wasn't: Knapp, Beckerath, and still alive (in Boeing territory): Todd Boyle (rosehill.net), a man who puts himself in sight of commuting traffic at very regular intervals, as does Berndt (peaceispossible.blogspot.com), 50 miles further south, in Olympia, just below a large naval base in Tacoma.

Berndt by the way, needs to write a crime novel about how the erasure and disappearance of a curious 4 story hi mural --- (ostensibly bycause of a renovation) in the Library of a U famous for its liberality, 4 miles out of town, painted in the late 60s by a man who went on to pioneer and become the world leading authority on synchronization, rituals, medicine wheels, mandalas, sand painting, matrixery and calenderaisers --- triggered, unleashed, seeded, signalled the waves, habits and largest concentration of them all to sprout up on all the blind walls around the State Capital of the pacific northwest, he already has a huge huge collection of specimens ... but hasn't answered any of my queries for some reason.


I have criticized the man (the painter, Arguelles) for seeming to feel a need to foster awareness of a mirrored and therefore distorted truth: sharability is worth it, no matter how vanishingly small and fractious or even altogether fictitious the morsels. It is the missionary and crusader complex, the machismo in him, though residual and mostly visual, that dictates a dazzling dance with razorsharp contrasts but cannot seem to recruit, convert and defuse the wrong way to go about it vitally enough.

Hard to take the trouble of sharing what is near ubiquitous anyway, preceding us and constituting all tangible phases of life always already ... but is it therefore worthless? To a rich-quick scam schemer surely but to those aiming for humility? Rock to soil ages and stages make up the bulk of any and all higher organisms no matter how you look at them. I want to say a few more words about patience before getting into mobility (and the immobilities in a german sense: real estate).

Study of collectives are completely, even inherently perhaps, distorted in the west, but bycause it is, the appetite for clarity on the subject will grow and i see a role for myself as 'pallatibilitator' of contra-pabulumysts.

'We' (USAians as Rowan* likes to say), are, like all organisms, struggling with unhappy making leeches and parasites. Lots of this type of humanoid (human paranoid) on turtle island at present are contending with some of their very own fellows who have not stopped but expanded and accelerated slavery, turning it onto their brethren, making it race inclusive (their preferred way of turning it around and putting an end to the old kind, aggravate it into exultation rather than progress it out of existence).

That is not to say i am one of those hammering the idea 'CIAians are fratricidal NAZIans' home (and vice versa) .. without calling outsiders suckering them into tweedullD&Dumbing it zionists. Hitler's diagnosis was spot on and yet he turned himself into his alledged enemy's best weapon, those gearing up to be derivative and hi-frequency traders just a few generations later ... cause, you know, ... they really are long term thinkers ... too bad they figure to need and favor the element of suprise to fuel their conflagraphers (congraflavors) of that.

* - the headline Rowan has chosen to 'sarcacize', hi-lite and feature today:

the western press will tell you that it was ‘bought by moskowitz’ but they won’t tell you who from
January 10, 2011

Rather than bothering to mention the basic fraudulence of the ‘sale’, the Guardian will regale you with quotes from right-wing Jewish cranks, such as “There is no more beautiful sound than the destruction of the house of a notorious, not just Nazi sympathiser, but Nazi.” If people were to read the two recent bestsellers by Israel Finkelstein and Neil Silberman, “The Bible Unearthed” and “David & Solomon”, they would discover that the Jewish religion, and hence Jewish identity, are themselves nothing but gratuitous national-socialist fantasy. The ‘nationhood’ of ‘the Jewish people’ has never been anything more than a religious fabrication, and it never will be – RB

Israelis raze historic building to make room for new colony
Nasouh Nazzal, Gulf News, Jan 10 2011


Hitler allowed his target to dictate terms and set conditions as if he expected a miracle, prolly took to his grave if so.

He even adopted the (top-down) 'world' meme and perspective (though attempting to verbally deny (transfer, projec)) its tantrum-like impatience back to sender, the franchiser (who prolly allowed him to, it's called spoiling for a fight).
This plaque precipitation component (of monopoly friendly and therefore monoculturating money) is as impossible to refuse as a bulletrain (witness Lenin carrryin - that very version of fauled n filthied lucre - on - just such a bullietrain), given the sell-out and treason triggering source, traitors to the compost pile, invariably and yet terminally turning and feeding on bad making it worse.

Everything has a price. If you are not getting it you haven't offered the right price yet. After the reconstruction years (my youth) an insurance company next to central station Rotterdam (you could make out its colours from the top of the busiest bridge in holland) will borrow a poetic phrase to light up on top of the nation' first hi-rise: 'alles van waarde is weerloos' - all (not valuables but lovables) that is lovely (and valuable) is vulnerable. Besides being a play on 'the weathered is worthless' and a cocktail made from basic denialist half truths i submit generalizations, commons, and sharability are no longer taught and understood like they should be, not even to and by insurance company.

In days where compost building and food itself are beset by commercial attack and obscurantization (exclusive, we are the only ones to offer, ... morphing into a phrase used by/on every other pop-up: you were chosen.....), we need not wonder phrases Jesus supposedly uttered can no longer be understood and seen in a Cernunnos according to poetpiet sort of light. Same goes for stuff like this:

Dat is ook de ware betekenis van de alchemistische Rebus V.I.T.R.I.O.L.: VISITA INTERIORA TERRAE RECTIFICANDO INVENIES OCCULTEM LAPIDEM. Bezoek het binnenste der aarde en door destillatie zul je de Steen der Wijzen vinden. Daal af in de diepe duisternis van je ziel en door regeneratie vindt ge daar de Verborgen Steen, het Universele Medicijn, de Kwintessens, de Essentie. ------ André Klynstra op 1 van zijn 5 korte Roze Kruiser vuister knuister snuister blog

Old folk and indiginous wisdom (along with its 'framings' infra and culturally instructive micro-climatic heirloom complexity) is disappearing, not understood or restored and reinstated, even this late in the day.

Phrases, gospeltruths, proverbs and adages like that can only be and remain so misunderstood bycause a not yet, up to a moment from now, spelled out meaning and implication remained hidden and lacking or bycause they are already a symptom, a tell tale residue of a fading practice and implicitation, despite it's prominent (and lofty) position(ing, -otion, -ation), reason enough to have a go at it NOW, time to cross the undead wastelands towards implementation:

taking pride in vulnerability implies avoidance and abhorrence of investing in 'defense', the very steepest and most precipitous 'let-down gradient' containing euphemism on offer in this day and age of DU 'enriched' ammo and the sports hysteria to overshout the deepest possible and least sportsmanlike damage dreamt up by minds that bring you 'hellishness is addictive' today.

Even before the socalled world-wars almost all flavors of money left standing on a battlefield thereof (off-shoreable) were designed to somehow sponsor & stimulate corruption and bellicosity, well past the stage of shy emulation, no longer just consequence following but cause provoking them (rapidly uglifying wars).

Politics was born from the diseased heads of economics like they in turn sprung from severely compromised priesthoods. The latter were of course, first headwear necessitating hoodlums cause their admirers, rivals and tributees were stacking and staking up hi up enough around them to need a little buffering against more than just a denudation dictated 'severicization' of sunshine.

Money gets crowned king from a certain density ('success') forward ... and indeed celebrated. Listen to the fresh and brash propaganda for innovation ('developed' ((really hi-jacked)) by the military and funded by porn (next stop 3d) on the BBC book review for 'Sex, bombs and burgers'.

Innovation and autism are front-line toxicity and toxic front-line phenoms.
Mainstream dynamics polarizes them:
The unmolested sorts can help disperse - john galt-like and for the most part equally fictional, rural '60s whole earth' adopting adapting community .. dispersed so successfully, it is a chore ... well, a pleasure really but not exactly a pilgrimage anymore as it feels more like navigating swamp, shifting sand and breaking ice by the minute)).
Those hi-jacked or otherwise recruited into a struggle for dominance facilitate dangerous concentration on the other. (see the little priest rant)

The worldwidth of transnationalized militarization.
Hitler's very own success up to the conflagration point was the exact opposite end of that spectrum (guaranteeing the stackability would not be a mere gamble and bluff, getting to such pinnacles as surely as slow: local and regional circulation.
It's as if a very small part of the world's population agrees to fight amongst themselves if in return they can carry the moniker 'world' WARians forward into 'memery' land.

Back to the U$$A
That 'we', the undeservedly suffering, are not going 'to hell in handbaskets' willingly -- taken (in) by people summoning, banking on, abusing and exploiting that smidgen of autistic calculistic talent in family and psyche alike -- without putting up a fight, malaudial as right wing shrillity gets, is understandable.

But try this on for size 'reduction' (inside joke):
What if your sentiments are a simple consequence of your physical location? Is it impossible to come to terms with a burden that lay over your innocence since, indeed even long before your birth(right)? How much time to try understand what occupation (hint: profession of ownership, entitlement, pioneered and made traditional by holy bookies) means do we have left before wars flare up worse than they already are?

I mean, don't you YouEssayian upright virtuous and industrious Americans ever feel you ARE in handbasket hell (do i need to link to pages of indian crafts here or can you see your way there by yourselves, yall victims of human trafficking in wooden ships?), yall DID make handbasket-land into a hell, HAVE turned the land of handicraft (including baskets) into a dying hell.
There is no going to anyplace you already am right at.
You can go noplace you are now.