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The American folk saying ‘that was useful as tits on a boar’ to describe an unhelpful action, and doubtless much more ‘folk wisdom’ should be extended protection under the United Nations Cultural Heritage program, before it is lost due to the ‘cancel culture’ canceling of language.

Relevant to this, it has been established in genetics:

“Discoveries during the subsequent [immediate past] two decades have continued to support the idea that loss of function contributes to adaptation (Murray 2020), with cases of adaptive or beneficial loss of function being discovered across diverse organisms, genes, traits, and environments” [1]

Without question, example given, this ‘loss of function’ is how cows were domesticated and why they have no chance to survive outside the ‘pastoral’ care we give them, little different to sheep (and much more.)

In other words, when civilization gets its hands on something, it ‘dumbs it down’ severely (adapts it with genetic diversity loss) to accomplish ‘survival’, for instance, if  you want to survive (or survive in) the cancel culture, ‘breast feeding’ becomes ‘chest feeding’ because you might offend a pregnant woman who typically wears a strap-on penis, when busy in bed at home, and in the maternity ward, she should feel at home. [2]

So, at maternity ward check-out, when provided a ‘formerly known as a breast-milk pump’ relabeled (stickered over with the new nomenclature) ‘mammalian/mammary gland excretion extractor’ did we just become a little bit (just a little) less human? Is our language in a state of degradation or are we becoming ‘technically’ enlightened? Let’s consult with the legendary linguist Noam Chomsky:

MERGE

Chimpanzee Brain, Drawing

“You can’t convince a chimpanzee to give you a banana with the promise it will get 20 more bananas in chimpanzee heaven. It won’t do it. But humans will” -Behaviorist Yuval Noah Harari [3]

National Public Radio interview with Professor Noam Chomsky; Honkus Screed Chair in Philology; Noam Chomsky School of Linguistics, Lord Greystoke Institute of Technology

NPR: So tell us Professor Chomsky, give some understanding to lay science people and reporters like myself, what is the acronym MERGE? How were you inspired to this theory?

Chomsky: Macaroni Enhanced Radio Gestation Etymology or MERGE, came to me in a meditative state when attempting digesting pasta.

NPR: Ok, so that explains the ‘macaroni enhanced’ aspect but what is ‘radio gestation etymology?

Chomsky: As Descartes noticed, we appear to be speaking freely in a way deemed appropriate to circumstances but is not caused by the circumstances. Or in lay terms, ‘Just plain BS.’ So we can produce speech over an unbounded range, constantly inventing irrelevant crap, in a way that is not determined by external stimuli and in a way that does not seem to be caused by any internal structure. And we can produce this bullshit in ways that others with similar capacities to absorb crap can comprehend and recognize as nonsense similar to their own. Well, that sort of creative aspect of comprehension is a total mystery. But that’s my language. Now questions arise for everything; bullshit visionaries in science; bullshit organization of motion or the sport of cricket particularly; bullshit audition or hearing voices in our heads, particularly our own voices that tend never to shut up; bullshit arithmetical ability mostly prone to numbers that don’t add up .. for instance Keynesian economics; bullshit comparisons to chimps fluent in sign language whose paintings are as accomplished as those by masters of modern art, any pseudo-cognitive bullshit. Bullshit happens. In language, bullshit spreads like memes. So, all of this verbiage and related crap, gestated in idle imagination, is my etymology spread via media, for instance radio.

NPR: Ok, well said professor. But let’s followup that idea; for example we have Sesame Street consigns philosophy to an entity that lives in a garbage can…

Chomsky: As per your example, each of us has somehow acquired the capacity for crap which, from the very first step, is largely mysterious. Take a child raised in the cancel culture. Almost instantly and reflexively, he or she is able to embrace, out of the environment, all datum which is garbage related. How? A chimpanzee has roughly the same auditory & visual system but plainly it does not. And that is just the first step that is not understood. How did we acquire the infinite capacity to produce and immerse in rather endless, inane bullshit?

NPR: What can we say points toward this human genius for constructs? Are there any clues?

Chomsky: The most elementary combinatorial operation which finds its place somewhere in every computational process is simply an operation that takes two objects already constructed and forms a new object out of them. For instance a toilet and seat to the combined brilliance of a toilet seat. That is MERGE. This occurred to me while I had the seat up, when hurling my pasta.

NPR: So, the regurgitation of ideas is innate?

Chomsky: Whatever the lexical genitalia are, they have to be put together, and the easiest way for them to be put together is for some process to attract them, like estrus or ‘heat’ in layman’s terms. That’s MERGE. If you need more than that, then ok, there’s more – like cunnilingus – and anything more will be specific to language. For instance ‘blow-job.’

NPR: So language is as old as any sex act would be a cognitive event?

Chomsky: You got an operation that enables you to take sexual objects or concepts of similar sort, already constructed, and make highly enhanced or imaginative sexual objects out of them. That’s MERGE. As soon as you have that, you have an infinite variety of hierarchically structured expressions, such as dildos, available to you. This is why obelisks, dildos on a grand scale if you will, are expression of language through symbolism throughout civilization.

NPR: So, it’s not a question of which came first? The dildo or the language?

Chomsky: It looks as if – given the time involved – there was a sudden ‘great leap forward.’ Some small genetic modification somehow morphed us all into Maos and made this human capacity for dildoism possible. And with it came an entire range of lethal options that are available to humans within a theory of mind – a follows-orders theory of mind – so you know that some petty tyrant is trying to kill you because you don’t think what somebody else wants you to think.

NPR: A sort of ‘just because you’re paranoid doesn’t mean they’re not after you’ phenomenon?

Chomsky: Well, paranoia takes place not only in a person, but also a group. We know, from physical anthropology, that this was a very small copulating group – some little group of bonobo in a corner of some playboy paradise – apparently. It was in that group, in Desmond Morris’ Tarzan, or that is to say within an anthropomorphized naked ape, some observation took place, leading to some future hominid adapted capacity of language; pointing to evolutionary event like Mao’s great leap forward. Dildoism wouldn’t have arisen without this critically important person.

NPR: Professor Noam Chomsky, thank you for your time.

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note: this satire is based on actual interviews with Noam Chomsky whose quotes I have ‘modified’ (to say the least.)

[1] https://www.nature.com/articles/s41437-021-00403-2

[2] https://www.inyourarea.co.uk/news/hospital-tells-maternity-staff-words-chestfeeding-breastfeeding/

[3] https://evolutionnews.org/2018/12/for-a-transhumanists-a-dawning-realization/

If this were a X-Rated blog when it comes to satire, I’d put torture fans Alfreda Bikowski & Gina Haspel in a CIA honey trap’s lesbian porn video scene, produced for intra-agency blackmail purpose and…

Bill Barr: Whoa!! Look at the size of Haspel’s [redacted] !!!

Liz(ard) Kimber: Ooooh…

Mike Pompeo: Holy Jesus! What do you call one that big?!

Ricky Prado: Nuestra Señora de Atocha!

Pompeo: What’s that?

Kimber: A sunken Spanish treasure galleon, good call! Bikowsky’s face will require a diving bell with oxygen line to find Haspel’s [redacted], er, I meant the pleasure jewel in that!!

Greetings to the spooks, check out the quotes on the front page, if you’d spend the rest of your lives learning how live honestly, it be a better endeavor on behalf of humanity than just about anything else you could do … it’s long past time (and probably too late) to insist on an international convention governing the criminal behaviors of spies –

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More on this skit’s players (the serious stuff)

https://archive.li/OWixF Haspel:

“Haspel played a leading role in the creation and perpetuation of the CIA’s false claims that torture uniquely produced actionable intelligence that saved lives”

https://archive.li/u78W2 Bikowsky:

“played a central role in the bungled rendition [and torture] of Khaled el-Masri, who was revealed to be innocent”

https://archive.li/U81E3 Pompeo:

“Instead of pursuing the torturers, the U.S. [Pompeo] is condemning [threatening] the investigators, and even their families”

https://archive.li/V8wJ3 Prado:

“Even as Prado rose to the CIA equivalent of a two-star general, he helped [narco boss] San Pedro with numerous deadly deeds” [murders]

https://archive.li/H9CKi Barr:

“William Barr will not prosecute a CIA officer doubling as narcotics cartel serial killer, Enrique Prado, a man Robert Mueller let run free to go on killing for a decade following a proverbial ‘mountain of evidence’ provided by Mueller’s own FBI (as well, state authorities), evidence which had been subsequently quashed by leadership at the top”

https://archive.li/brfXh Kimber:

“One dispute involved a field assignment she botched in Europe and blamed on a colleague, according to the former operative. And many of the spies she recruited during a European posting, the operative said, “turned out to be worthless.”

More CIA ‘sexcapades’ (featuring Barr)

History (where it all began)

* BCHP internet tag = “Biggest Cunt in the History of Porn”

 

Čitajte na srpskom

The King turns to his Vizier and poses a question:

The European League proposes for us to join their economic alliance and adopt their money. What are the benefits versus the detractions?

The Vizier, a European League spy, was uncomfortable, certainly not able to speak freely. To escape the question he said:

Let us ask the Jester.

The Jester:

A king’s corrupt accountant raises a sum from 2,000 to 3,000 and calls this a 50% increase. Then, this same person cuts the sum of 3,000 by one half to arrive at 1,500 and this is called a 50% decrease.

But the 50% increased number can be cut 33-1/3% to arrive at the initial sum of 2,000? Suddenly, like magic, 500 has vanished? Where did it go?

A 50% increase cannot be reversed and equal a 50% decrease in this problem without a deceit, no different to altering the method where reducing 3,000 by 50% equals 1,500 and increasing the 1,500 by 50% equals 2,250; wherein to make the percentages match in actuality and keep the lie out of the numbers should require a 50% increase of 1,500 is 1,500 because the sum of 1,500 becomes precisely 50% of the 3,000.

Would not the more honest approach beg to work with the end sums (actual outcomes) only, where 2,000 can only become 3,000 by a 33-1/3 percentage increase of what had been 2,000 becoming 3,000? In this case a 50% reduction can actually amount to 1,500 without a lie.

If indeed, in practical applications, 50% should bring us to 3,000 from 1,500 but the 50% is labelled 750, arriving at 2,250, into whose pocket did the other 750 potentially vanish? Is the problem semantics only? Or does the European League’s “Transcendent Corruption” accounting math work in a manner similar to method this problem identifies when, for instance, making their fiat currency’s ‘amount in circulation’ grow and diminish or the public tax monies appear and vanish? The ‘assignment of percentage values’ in the European League’s math would appear to allow for nearly any chicanery presented to the King and his people to become a de facto ‘fait accompli’ in ‘good faith’ no matter the sum’s disposition!

The King:

Who can vouch for this?!

The Jester:

Why it is the European League’s spies, Your Majesty, as they state so clearly for you in their many reports’ disclaimer:

“Judgments are not intended to imply that we have proof that shows something to be a fact. Assessments are based on … information which is often incomplete or fragmentary, as well as logic, argumentation, and precedents”

The King:

Turns a murderous expression towards The Vizier…

 

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Illustration: Rand Paul, er, I meant Danny Kay in the film The Court Jester (Paramount)

Brabonjak na engleskom dingleberry /ˈdɪŋɡ(ə)lbɛri/
im. (mn. dingleberries) sleng, vulg.
1 loptica govneta zakačena za dlake oko anusa kod životinje ili čoveka.
2 neformalno: budalasta ili nesposobna osoba: Taj blentavi brabonjak Slavoj Žižek koji manifestuje svoj narcizam u Lakanovom ogledalu.
POREKLO: nem. ding od Hegelovog „Ding-an-sich“ ili „stvar kao takva“+ berry. Der Narzisst Slavoj Žižek manifestiert sein Scheißkerl im Spiegel

„Žižekovo razumevanje političkog uverenja po uzoru je na Lakanovo shvatanje transfera u psihoanalizi. Uverenje ili „pretpostavka“ analizirane osobe u psihoanalizi je da Onaj drugi (njegov analitičar) zna značenje njegovih simptoma. Ovo je, očigledno, lažno verovanje, na samom početku analitičkog procesa

Drugim rečima, filozofski govoreći, oni koji se podvrgavaju analizi ne mogu znati razliku između sopstvene zadnjice i jednog ili drugog kraja šupljeg trupca.

Ali, tek držanjem ovog lažnog uverenja o analitičaru, posao analize može da se nastavi, a transferno uverenje može postati istinito (kada analitičar zaista postane sposoban da protumači simptome). Žižek tvrdi da je ova neobična intersubjektivna ili dijalektička logika verovanja u kliničku psihoanalizu isto [ono] što karakteriše politička uverenja ljudi“

Dakle, na kraju političkog „analitičkog“ procesa, analitičar Žižek je „Onaj drugi“ u „Ogledalu“ … „Izvođač Političkog Felacija Tevtoncima“ ili „IPFT“ (zvuči kao mačije šištanje), takođe poznatog kao „scheizkerl sindrom“ koji karakterišu međugeneracijski, psihološki brabonjci nasleđeni od francuskog Višijevskog lekara Lakana i ustajalog leša Hegelovog dela.

Pomalo je vijugav put kojim pratimo Žižekov slovenački kulturni zagrljaj Martina Lutera i Luterovih predaka (nemačko katoličanstvo) preko Francuske, ali zapravo nije teško.

Neofrojdovski junak Slavoja Žižeka, Žak Lakan, pomalo neprijatno miriše na Višijevsku Francusku. Tokom nacističke okupacije Pariza, čini se da je Lakan i dalje radio kao terapeut u vojnoj bolnici Val-de-Gras, a istovremeno, njegova privatna praksa se neprekidno odvijala bez ometanja i uznemiravanja. Čovek se samo može zapitati da li je ili, kada i kako je, maršal Peten ili možda Klaus Barbi predstavljen kao Lakanov „Onaj drugi“ u njegovoj psihijatrijskoj praksi.

Da li bi ovo trebalo da ukaže na temelj filozofije koja je neiskrena? Pa, to bi bilo „otvoreno za tumačenje“, jer je Lakan bio dovoljno pronicljiv da istakne da evropska tradicija socijalne razvojne psihologije podrazumeva stvaranje narcisa u svakom detetu sa njegovim konceptom „Ogledala“. Naravno, posledični „Onaj drugi“ koji se projektuje u čovekovo svakodnevno okruženje i susrete, zapravo je naknadna nesposobnost evropskog pojedinca (uključujući i Lakana) da shvati da bi mogla postojati bilo koja razumljiva stvarnost za samo jedan stepen izvan granica sopstvene percepcije sebe u granicama od 2 ili 3 stepena. Ukratko: „Ljudi toliko puni sebe su previše socijalno glupi da bi shvatili da su oblikovani u nešto krajnje glupo.“

Ovo se odnosi na Lakanovu vezu sa Džejmsom Džojsom; intelektualno nepošteni filozofi su poput buva koje se hrane na trbuhu kuje, u onim boemskim kafanama iz kojih nisu izbijali (iz sadašnje ere) iznureni klingonski pesnici Robert Blaj, leš Kena Kizija i Tom Robins (između ostalih). Ovu savremenu kafansku scenu mogli bismo nazvati post -intelektualni-pobedi-svoje-meso-izam. Evo Robinsovog pogleda na Džojsovu književnu monstruoznost „Fineganovog bdenja“

„Jezik u njemu je neverovatan. Postoji toliko mnogo slojeva igre rečima i referenci na mitologiju i istoriju. Ipak, to je najrealističniji roman ikad napisan. Upravo zbog toga je tako nečitljiv. Napisao je tu knjigu na način kako deluje i ljudski um. Inteligentan, znatiželjan um. A upravo je takva i svest. Nije linearna. Jedna stvar nagomilana na drugu. I sve vrste unakrsnih referenci. A on to dovodi do krajnosti. Nikada nije postojala takva knjiga i mislim da nikada neće biti još jedne takve knjige. I to je apsolutno monumentalno ljudsko dostignuće. Ali vrlo je teško čitati “

Robins je, takođe, između ostalog rekao:

„Potičem iz dugog niza propovednika i policajaca. Sada je opštepoznato da su policajci urođeni lažovi, a evanđelisti provode život pričajući fantastične priče na takav način da inače racionalne ljude uvere da su stvarne. Dakle, pretpostavljam da sam prirodno stekao svoje narativne sklonosti ”

Podelite prvi pasus sa drugim pasusom i pretpostavljam da će čitalac razumeti kompulzivnog lažova (ili „mrtvog pesnika“, u ovom slučaju) razumevajući Džojsa, dok je opijen LSD-om nalik na šarlatana (Lakana), koji prepisuje Frojda da bi postigao da se proslavi tvrdnjom da stvara nešto smisleno od besmislica. Narcisoidnost nikada nije poznavala veći fond talenata od onih koji tvrde da mogu razumno pročitati ono što se ne može razumno pročitati, ili smisleno ostvariti ono što se ne može smisleno ostvariti ili, uopšte, imati bilo kakav smisao onoga što je utvrđeno kao očigledna besmislica, ali to je zapadnjačka igra filozofa; zatrpavanje protivrečnosti svoje kulture u složenom, preopširnom izlaganju: tako da se te protivrečnosti nikada ne sretnu licem u lice. Ovo nas dovodi do kulturnog mentaliteta Slovenaca.

Sloven koji oponaša Nemca (kad to nije osmišljena komedija) je poput pačuka koji oponaša ideologiju skinhedsa; osim što je kulturno neprijateljstvo staro milenijumima i usađeno u DNK. Ovaj fenomen nije ništa drugo do kosmička satira izlivena u kalupu takozvanog „Stokholmskog sindroma“. A kada je to čitav jedan narod, to se može opisati samo kao parodija „kraja sveta“; narod, čiji je jezik bliski rođak staroslovenskog i koji ima puno značajnih Slovena, otvoreno se opredelio kao rasni „Untermensch“, podložan klanju prema nemačkoj kulturološkoj definiciji, u ne tako davnoj prošlosti (ne zaboravimo da projekat denacifikacije nije nikad sproveden u Adenauerovoj posleratnoj Nemačkoj, naprotiv, mnogi nacisti su „rehabilitovani“ ako se taj izraz može primeniti na organizaciju Gelen koja je postala tajna špijunska služba Nemačke), pak slovenački filozof trči u zagrljaj potomstva Martina Luthera i Hegelov „idealizam“. Hajde da se malo zabavimo u ovom formatu podsvesne kulturne metafore ili bajke:

Ova „postmoderna tevtonska bajkovita vizija“ mogla bi se nazvati „gasni napad“, gde bi u stvari „gasni napad“, drugačije od nacističkog koršćenja Ciklona B, podižući agoniju bolova izazvanih gasom na novi filozofski nivo, mogao biti jednako smrtonosan, tihi prdež, u uljudnom društvu. Na primer, niko ne bi želeo da vređa kuvanje nečije majke, ali u prethodnoj eri, nekada davno, izvesna frau Žižek je preuzela na sebe da, subotom uveče, redovno priprema za večeru jelo od šunke i velikog belog pasulja, baš uoči nedeljnih jutara, kada je malog Slavoja, paradnim korakom kao dobrog vojnika, otac vodio u crkvu.

Sada, iz nekog razloga, dogodilo se i jedno i drugo; mali Slavoj je žudeo za ovom poslasticom, ali se on NIJE svideo poslastici. Ali ovu nesrećnu telesnu disonancu, zasnovanu na biološkom principu, koja se uveliko dešavala, a da je oni veliki porodični autoriteti nisu otkrili. To je bilo zato što bi roditelji malog Slavoja odlazili na glavnu crkvenu službu, gde bi se predavanja o svemogućem odvijala na akademski način, dostojan kule od slonovače, dok bi puki podređeni kućni babuni, poput malog Slavoja, bili izdvojeni na „obuku“ u pravilnom luteranskom stilu… u nešto unapred stvorenom shvatanju budućeg raja gde deci nije dozvoljeno prisustvo u društvu dešavanja i / ili zbivanja odraslih, što takoreći ima svoje korene u Hegelovom shvatanju podele.

Tako se desilo, ovaj nesrećni mali Slavoj, više puta (na časovima zaredom i više puta na času), bio je nalik na mašinu koja je istiskivala veoma vlažne prdeže, krajnje tihe sorte i čija bi aroma topila metal poput topionice. Ili, srušila zgradu poput prirodnog gasa koji je iscurio i pronašao pilot svetlo grejača. Prdeži nalik na visoko sumporne ispusne vulkanske gasove, provučeni kroz gomilu svežeg stajskog đubriva njegovog rođaka, sakupljenog iz torova za ovce. Glave su padale na stolove, dečije oči su suzile, nastavnik bi poprimio zastakljen izgled, a tokom predugih pauza remetili su se planovi časova.

Budući da hegelovsko potomstvo Martina Luthera nikada ne govori ono što im je iskreno na umu kad je tema sramotna, vulgarna, a prdeži su sramotne, vulgarne teme u bilo kom nemačkom ili pseudo-nemačkom društvu, ova noćna mora je trajala, iz nedelje u nedelju, a vrata male učionice nisu mogla da budu čak ni odškrinuta, da uđe malo svežeg vazduha, jer bi ovo bilo prećutno priznanje da postoji neugodan problem.

Stoga, to se nastavljalo sve dok, iz nekog razloga (nijedan odrasli instruktor nije više bio voljan da trpi), jednog nedeljnog jutra nije bilo profesora koji bi odvojio decu. Kada se mali Slavoj zatekao kako sedi u glavnoj klupi na crkvenoj službi, sa svojim nominalno slovenskim, ali „teutonizovanim“ odraslim nadzornicima, usledila je preterana posledična reakcija; šunka i veliki beli pasulj bili su uzrok prelaska na marksizam u kući malog Slavoja, ali bilo je prekasno da se ostavi trajan utisak, već je samo preneta određena aroma u buduću analitičku političku filozofiju!

„Moralna pouka“ ove priče bila bi: Ako osetite miris, istražite ga, pre nego što vam okolnosti nalažu da morate da dišete na usta i okusite ga.

Tako je i bilo, mali Slavoj, uprkos svojoj zaluđenosti Višijevskim Lakanom i kulturnom indoktrinacijom u „idealnoj“ tradiciji tevtonskog Hegela, izrastao je u kontradiktornog, tevtonski oblikovanog, propagandnog licemera u ruskom vlasništvu; čijih nekoliko današnjih filozofskih brabonjaka uključuje „Asanžmaniju“, kojoj su jedino dorasli, samo određeni, predadolescentni obožavaoci Bitlsa Pola:

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^ Jungova Anima Slavoja Žižeka ^

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Serbia/Srbija

© 2021 Ronald Tomas Vest (Ronald Thomas West)

 

Bivši narednik za operativne i obaveštajne poslove specijalnih snaga, Ronald Tomas Vest penzionisani je istražitelj (živi u egzilu), čiji je rad bio fokusiran na korupciju. Ronald je živeo više od trideset godina u bliskoj saradnji sa Indijancima Blekfit (onima koji još uvek govore njihov jezik), a u međunarodnom pravu objavljen je kao laik: Pravo samoopredeljenja naroda i njegova primena na starosedelačke narode u SAD ili Miler-Vilsonova reportaža, u koautorstvu sa dr Markom D. Kolom. Ronald je bio vanredni profesor američkog ustavnog prava na Univerzitetu Johan Gutenberg, Majnc, Nemačka (na engleskom jeziku, letnji semestar 2008.). Ronaldovo formalno obrazovanje (bez diplome) je socijalna psihologija. Njegovo terapeutsko sredstvo je satira.

Čitajte na srpskom

dingleberry |ˈdiNGəlˌberē|
noun (pl. dingleberries) vulgar slang
1 a small shit-ball attached to the anal hair of an animal or man.
2 informal a foolish or inept person: That clueless dingleberry Slavoj Žižek manifest his narcissism in the mirror of Lacan
ORIGIN: German ding from Hegel’s ‘Ding-an-sich’ or ‘a thing as such’ + berry. Der Narzisst Slavoj Žižek manifestiert sein Scheißkerl im Spiegel

“Žižek’s understanding of political belief is modelled on Lacan’s understanding of transference in psychoanalysis. The belief or “supposition” of the analysand in psychoanalysis is that the Other (his analyst) knows the meaning of his symptoms. This is obviously a false belief, at the start of the analytic process…

In other words, philosophically speaking, those subjecting themselves to analysis cannot know the difference between their own butt-hole and either end of a hollow log.

…but it is only through holding this false belief about the analyst that the work of analysis can proceed, and the transferential belief can become true (when the analyst does become able to interpret the symptoms). Žižek argues that this strange intersubjective or dialectical logic of belief in clinical psychoanalysis also [is] what characterizes peoples’ political beliefs”

So, at the end of the political ‘analytic’ process, analyst Žižek is the ‘Other’ in the ‘Mirror’ … a ‘Performer of Political Fellatio Upon Teutons’ or a ‘PPFUT’ (sounds like a cat’s hiss) a.k.a. suffers from ‘scheizkerl syndrome’ typified by intergenerational, psychological dingleberries inherited from France’s Vichy practitioner Lacan & the stale corpse of Hegel’s work.

It is a bit roundabout, tracing Žižek’s Slovenian cultural embrace of Martin Luther and Luther’s forbears (German Catholicism) via France, but not really difficult.

Slavoj Žižek’s neo-Freudian hero, Jacques Lacan, smells a bit untidily of Vichy France. During the Nazi occupation of Paris, it would appear Lacan kept his employ as a therapist at Val-de-Grace military hospital, as well, his private practice continued unmolested-uninterrupted. One can only wonder whether or, when and how, Marshal Petain, or perhaps Klaus Barbie, presented as Lacan’s ‘Other’ in his psychiatric practice. Should this point to a foundation for a philosophy that is dishonest? Well, that would be ‘open to interpretation’ in that Lacan was astute enough to point out the European tradition of social-developmental psychology is to create a narcissist in every child with his concept of ‘Mirror.’ Of course the consequent ‘Other’ one projects into one’s everyday surroundings & encounters, is actually the subsequent inability of the European individual (Lacan included) to grasp there could be any comprehensible reality a single degree beyond the 2 or 3 degree borders of their own perception of self. In short: ‘People so full of themselves they are too socially stupid to understand they’ve been shaped into something utterly stupid.’

This goes to Lacan’s relationship with James Joyce; intellectually dishonest philosophers are like fleas nursing at a bitch’s belly in those bohemian cafes populated by (current era) jaded Klingon poets Robert Bly, the corpse of Ken Kesey and, Tom Robbins (among others.) We could call this contemporary cafe scene ‘post-intellectual-beat-your-meat-ism.’ Here is Robbins’ take on the Joyce literary monstrosity “Finnegan’s Wake”

“the language in it is incredible. There’s so many layers of puns and references to mythology and history. But it’s the most realistic novel ever written. Which is exactly why it’s so unreadable. He wrote that book the way that the human mind works. An intelligent, inquiring mind. And that’s just the way consciousness is. It’s not linear. It’s just one thing piled on another. And all kinds of cross references. And he just takes that to an extreme. There’s never been a book like it and I don’t think there ever will be another book like it. And it’s absolutely a monumental human achievement. But it’s very hard to read”

Robbins incidentally has also said:

“I’m descended from a long line of preachers and policemen. Now, it’s common knowledge that cops are congenital liars, and evangelists spend their lives telling fantastic tales in such a way as to convince otherwise rational people that they’re factual. So, I guess I come by my narrative inclinations naturally”

Divide the 1st paragraph by the 2nd paragraph and I expect the reader will understand a compulsive liar (or ‘deadbeat poet’, as the case may be) coming to understand Joyce while high on LSD is only equal to a charlatan (Lacan) rewriting Freud to accomplish making a name for himself whilst claiming he’s making sense of nonsense. Narcissism never knew a greater talent pool than those claiming they can sensibly read what cannot be sensibly read, or sensibly accomplish what cannot be sensibly accomplished or, to make any sense at all of what should have been established as patent nonsense, but that’s the Western philosophers’ game; burying the contradictions of their culture in complex circumlocution by design: so those contradictions never need be met face to face. This brings us to the Slovenes’ cultural mentality.

A Slav imitating a German (when it is not deliberate comedy) is like a pachuco emulating the ideology of a skinhead; except the cultural animosity is both millennia old and ingrained in the DNA. This phenomenon is nothing short of a cosmic satire cast in the mold of the so-called ‘Stockholm Syndrome.” When it is an entire people, it can only be described as an ‘end of times’ parody; a people whose language is a close cousin to Old Church Slavonic and full well knowing Slavs had been openly declared racially ‘Untermensch’, subject to slaughter by German cultural definition, in a not-so-distant past (let’s not forget the denazification project was never carried through in Adenauer’s post-war Germany, to the contrary, many Nazis were ‘rehabilitated’ if that term can be applied to the Gehlen Organization that became Germany’s secret spy service) yet the Slovene philosopher runs to the embrace of Martin Luther’s progeny and Hegel’s ‘idealism.’ Let’s have a bit of fun with this in format of sublimated cultural metaphor or fairy tale:

This ‘post-modern teutonic vision fairy tale’ could be called ‘gas attack’, where in effect a ‘gas attack’, other than Nazi employ of Zyklon B, elevating excruciating gas pains to a new philosophical level, could as easily be deadly, quiet farts, in polite company. For instance, no one should wish to insult anyone’s mother’s cooking but in earlier era a certain Frau Žižek, once upon a time, took it upon herself to habitually prepare ham and large white beans soup for supper, on Saturday evening, prior to little Slavoj’s father goose-stepping him like a good soldier to church on Sunday mornings.

Now, for whatever reasons, it happened both; little Slavoj craved this delicacy and it did NOT like him. But this unfortunate biological-based sort of bodily-dissonance went in large part undetected by those grand phobahs in the family authority. This was because little Slavoj’s parents would be off to the main church service where lessons in the almighty were dispensed in academic fashion worthy of ivory tower, whereas the mere house-baboon type underlings, such as little Slavoj, were shunted off to ‘training’ in proper Lutheran style .. in a somewhat preconceived notion anticipating future paradise where no children are allowed in the company of ‘adult’ goings on and/or doings, the Hegelian-based roots of segregation as it were.

So it was, this unfortunate little Slavoj, repeatedly (in class repeatedly, and repeatedly in class), was a machine pushing out highly humid farts of the utterly silent variety and which aroma would melt metal like a smelter. Or explode a building like a natural gas leak that found the heater’s pilot light. Farts resembling a highly sulfurous volcano vent’s gases forced through his village cousin’s fresh manure pile, gathered from the sheep pens. Heads went to desks, kids’ eyes watered, the class instructor took on a glazed look, during entirely-too-long-pauses, breaking up lesson plans.

Because Martin Luther’s Hegelian progeny never say what is honestly on their mind when the subject matter is embarrassingly prurient, and farts are embarrassingly prurient subject in any German or pseudo-German company, this nightmare went on, week after week and the small classroom’s door could not so much as be left ajar, to let in some fresh air, as this would be a tacit admission there was an embarrassing problem.

Thusly so, it went on until for whatever reason (no adult instructor willing to endure anymore) one Sunday morning there was no professor to segregate the kids; when little Slavoj found himself sitting in the main church service pew with his nominally Slav but ‘teutonized’ adult overseers and there was consequent over-reaction; ham and large white beans soup were the cause of a conversion to Marxism in little Slavoj’s house but it was too late to make a lasting impression, rather only carried a certain aroma over to a future analytic political philosophy!

The ‘moral’ of this story would be: If you can smell it, investigate it, before circumstance dictate you must breathe through your mouth and taste it.

And so it was, little Slavoj, despite his infatuation with Vichy’s Lacan and cultural indoctrination in an ‘ideal’ tradition of the Teuton Hegel, grew up to become the contradiction of a teutonically shaped, Russian owned propaganda prig; whose several present philosophical dingleberries includes the ‘Assangemania’ that had only, ever, been equaled by certain pre-adolescence fans of the Beatle Paul:

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^ Slavoj Žižek’s Jungian Anima ^

Čitajte na srpskom

This satire will be most interesting to (and better understood by) those intimately familiar with contemporary Balkans politics. It is my 1 April greeting to certain personalities working for the area’s ‘Chiefs of Station’

A Montenegro Satire

Milo Narcissus Gusle was from a family of villagers named for a drunken forebear who had been ‘challenged’ by a senior professor of some serious university academics from the city of ‘New’ Podgorica; to perform the symphony unique to the colony of ‘New’ Montenegro’s ethnicity.

Milo’s ancestor actually had brought off his performance quite well, while on a wagon tongue hitched to a pair of nervous horses which he managed not to spook, swaying side to side until his instrument’s string broke … his fame for the event however, was the wild look of panic on this villager’s face, because this villager had never driven a team of horses.

The villager’s champion musical performance was purely survival driven which made the event all the more hilarious to the Western educated academics that had sent him onto the wagon at gunpoint. The Montenegrin senior professor’s sense of honor, his name was Obren Saša Urošević II (affectionately referred to as Junior OSU), declared himself honorary godfather to this now famous ‘Broken String Gusle’ musician and demanded the villager should be named this, for his amazing ability to mimic Montenegro’s National String Symphony; and the villager would hereafter have to be known by his new name and answer to it.

Broken String Gusle agreed to the terms required to save his life while still on the wagon-tongue, and was subsequently allowed climb down both; before the horses had bolted and nearing sobriety, because he was about to collapse from pure nervous exhaustion. Consequently, Broken String Gusle’s descendant, Milo Narcissus Gusle, was from a family of villagers that did not drink. They knew better. He went to law school instead.

Nobody in OSU’s academic world knew how to create a ‘Village Life Studies’ program because in fact to postulate a program as such in the modern classroom was oxymoron. Heck, they did not even know that. Village Life Studies, if it was Montenegro’s villagers doing the studies, would consist of daydreams passed off as oral history, such as the time a remote Montenegrin ancestor actually had driven his wagon to go somewhere or do something, the sort of work fantasies from which all Montenegro’s village intelligence had been drawn. Milo Narcissus Gusle did not know how to daydream this sort of work, because he had been ‘urbanized’ from age five and then sent to university at Brussels.

By this time, Milo had mastered the provincial English linguistic trick of stating the just so “Sorry” for introducing a thought so simple as it’d be easier for his ancestors to walk to Tirana than to Sarajevo, because according to a terrestrial globe, the route to Tirana should be all downhill.

Milo was a conscientious sort, and so when his undergraduate major in ‘Village Life Studies’ was decided on, he returned to Montenegro for fieldwork in summers to familiarize himself with his ancestors’ cultural habits. But he did not realize that the answer to bring his university into line with the political correctness of the ‘new’ times had been to establish an ethnic studies program staffed by OSU type mentalities in people who’d been educated out of their subliminal and very old pagan habits, and call it ‘Village Life Studies.’ And so, Milo, like the countless educated but now pseudo-superstitious people of village descent, thought academia was real. He should have remembered the village proverb “Everyone knows the city people are crazy.” But Milo could not know this now applied to himself. So Milo questioned his former people’s elders to get ideas for his papers he would need to write in the discipline of anthropology disguised with the ‘Village Life Studies’ euphemism. And thought he was a villager. Woo-woo.

Milo went on to law school and eventually became Director of ‘Village Life Studies’ at Podgorica University which had been duly impressed with his achievements in the field of ‘OSU Treaty Law’, having nothing to do with actual law in reality, but which combined with the idea he could mimic village dialect, seemed to make him qualified to run the academic program.

Here at university he met the philosopher Gani Bobi and they had discussed Bobi’s irritation at failing to grasp why it had been noted as early as the 1980s the Balkans’ Orthodox villagers seemed to have no problem describing many phenomena of the OSU theoretical geopolitics, which the Western academics had difficulty coping with. Milo had no idea why either, but it seemed there must be something to it and so an annual dialogue was opened, and Milo became a politicized god. To at least three or four people.

Milo, now relocated and living in a townhouse in the better part of Podgorica, had continued with his anthropological interest in studying his former people and was particularly interested in their view of government before this had been subverted. His anthropological studies got him up and running on three legs in Montenegrin ways, like the proverbial Golden Jackal that had chewed off one leg to escape a trap, and that was about it.

Milo had by this time taken over the dialogue and thought he had some things figured out: Like how the old time villager oratory had worked. Not. What he attempted to replicate in fact became a lunatic caricature of what had been his ancestral wisdom. It was not meant to be evil and in fact it was not evil. It was merely stupid. But Milo could not know that.

By this time, these dialogues, with Gani Bobi now dead, had become sponsored by the OSU organization worshiped by Milo for the fact the OSU acronym represented precisely his ancestral godfather’s initials.

You would never know to which community of Milo’s ancestry he was loyal to, whether the chauvinism of his family godfather, Obren Saša Urošević II (affectionately referred to as Junior OSU), or the mocked Montenegrin villager, because this Milo sort of Jackal could only be loyal to himself.

Milo Narcissus Gusle’s ego was of a soft burnished sort, the kind of lovely passive-aggressiveness whose nasty aspect was presented in the effeminate dark side aroma of the flower he was named for. As a real villager, you just did not want to get too close to the self-assumed ‘villager’ Narcissus if you were to enjoy the genuine natural beauty of his expression. And so it also was with the OSU sponsored dialogues he so expertly organized for the world to know the truth of why the USA’s ‘Camp Toadstool’ threatened no havoc in the Balkans.

When Milo self-gazed into the reflective pool of soft loveliness in his ego, he could detect no offensive aroma. His ethnocidal nuance as applied to Montenegrin village thought and philosophy was of a much prettier and more refined sort than that established for his intellectual forebears in the psychological literature developed by Erich Fromm: who’d postulated the Nazis much enjoyed the smell of their own farts.

Advanced beyond the primitive camps and ovens, the ethnocidal ‘thrust’ of Milo’s ego-priapismic tendencies was to bring about the immolation of the village beliefs and thinking with grandiose graphics of impressionist urban imagery surrounded by tropical fruits & vegetables extrapolated to western print: advertising the many Brussels ‘Fudds’ (PhDs) he would gather alongside the ‘village experts’ in the Western anthropological science; in a grand orgy of psychosomatic, ego-stroking masturbation in high intellectual workshops or, better said, indoctrination in Soros’ multicultural discourse.

Some of the villagers fell for it in the beginning. It was attractive, because Milo, who could mimic their dialect, was master of ceremony and that fact, taken together with the promoted agenda of village life’s relationship to the OSU philosophy of geopolitics, convinced villagers in the beginning they might benefit from learning something. Well, the villagers did learn some things, but they did not learn what had been expected, like a wider understanding of a future village life reality in relationship to geopolitical exploitation. The villagers learned only fiction had been offered by the OSU scientists and learned absolutely nothing from the PhD Montenegrins because they had no idea at all of how OSU geopolitics functionally worked.

Damn, it was sad. Not one PhD, not a single PhD from either side of the cultural divide, understood that to be a Montenegrin villager in thought and philosophy had absolutely nothing to do with exploitation. PhD. Wow. The OSU scientists were sometimes frustrated with the Podgorica University scientists who could only tell stories from village life in anthropology that were totally out of context and consequently nonsensical. That fact only made the Podgorica scientists equal to the OSU scientists totally out of context with village life, and consequently nonsensical, propaganda.

At first the villagers simply observed. After a few years the villagers contributed a little bit of real village thinking and frightened Milo because it looked as though the entire event could be shown up as a case of ‘The Emperor Has No Clothes!’ Then, the villagers had tried to explain to Milo how some things could change to open up the dialogues to real learning, like getting smart and dis-inviting OSU but those who spoke out were put up against a wall and shot. No upsetting the Brussels-based corporate gravy train of ego allowed here!

Rather the ‘face’ of the event was to be preserved at all costs, a portrait of the mysterious and knowledgeable geopolitician, Milo, presiding over a dialogue that might one day yield his great secrets held in abeyance: to his lesser village beings and the handful of toadying, sycophant academics who peered upon his OSU holiness with expressions of Heavenly reverence as though they were alter-boys seated upon the left and right hands of God. In fact, it appeared to the villagers that Milo didn’t know shit. Milo only knew how to rest on his laurels from his Village Life Studies directorship at Podgorica University, look important, and, invite the villagers to a future life of employment in the Ikea cafeteria; to which the Montenegrin villagers replied: Work! Are you serious? We could never be made to work for the Turks, how would we ever be made to work for you?

Milo is still searching for his answer but not to worry, eventually OSU will think hard and provide it for him but, of course, it will be the wrong one…

“Camp Toadstool”

 

© copyright 2020 by Ronald Thomas West: for profit and mass paper media redistribution prohibited

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A former Sergeant of Operations and Intelligence for Special Forces, Ronald Thomas West is a retired investigator (living in exile) whose work focus had been anti-corruption. Ronald had lived over thirty years in close association with Blackfeet Indians (those who still speak their language), and is published in international law as a layman: The Right of Self- Determination of Peoples and It’s Application to Indigenous People in The USA or The Mueller-Wilson Report, co-authored with Dr Mark D Cole. Ronald has been adjunct professor of American Constitutional Law at Johannes Gutenberg University, Mainz, Germany (for English credit, summer semester 2008.) Ronald’s formal educational background (no degree) is social psychology. His therapeutic device is satire.

Contact: penucquemspeaks@googlemail.com

The earlier edition of this article may be read at Fort Russ News

#MeToo

happy butch

doofus |ˈdo͞ofəs| (also dufus)
noun (pl. doofuses) N. Amer. informal
a stupid person

Nationalism versus Malignant Nationalism

Nationalism is actually cultural. Malignant nationalism is what happens when a culture feels threatened. Benign, or cultural nationalism, should be defined as what it actually is, patriotism. Example given, in the secular tradition of the republic, coupled to the culture, ‘To be French!’ is a form of patriotism.

Malignant nationalism, on the other hand, is a sort of herniated patriotism run amok; due to fear, oppression, or in some cases, a narcissistic chauvinism’s manipulations and, oftentimes, a combination of these.

Some cultures, those with  a thoroughly militaristic history, for instance Prussia, or Austria of the Hapsburgs’ empire, are more inclined to a malignant nationalism; however this had been somewhat tempered in the French due to historical events attempting (however unevenly) to establish a republic, nonetheless it is invisible neo-colonial forces rule.

The British transition to democracy had ultimately been one of a ‘democracy for me but not for thee’ ruling class model where the Anglo-Saxon cultural chauvinism has devolved from King John’s barons, of the Magna Carta era, to become the contemporary, self-centered, corporate rule or, the manipulative phenomenon represented today’s ‘Five Eyes’ intelligence agencies unanswerable to anyone other than that ‘noble’ class represented in the corporations’ large stakeholder.

Honestly, relative to the history developed from these preceding, you can forget about the charade called a ballot box. No matter the election outcome, it is a self-appointed, invisible corporate senate, concentrates control of any ability to exploit this world’s resources (temporal power) in the hands of a small military-industrial elite that sneers at you.

✓ Corporate Public Relations = Propagandized Doofus Public

Liberalism versus Neo-Liberalism

“Liberalism”, in its’ original sense, simply meant the corporations (or the era’s equivalent) had loosened the marionette strings a bit. The most conservative governments of the Western nation-states are at the head of history’s so-called “liberal democracies.” The degeneracy accomplished by those who’ve espoused a hard line of ‘liberalism’ over the past 100 years is stark; when any & every deviancy that can be imagined is pushed into a society’s face, falling under a protective rubric of “Free Expression” opposed to traditional values (whether or not those ‘traditional values’ are coercive), social tensions will result in the extreme. An excellent example of the scope of the degeneracy would be to compare the ‘feminism’ of Cicily Isabel Fairfield of the 1930s to the feminism of today. Fairfield possessed elements of conservatism that were admirable; she wanted a ‘fair shake’ for women, nothing more. She absolutely admired ‘manly’ men and detested the rising homosexual culture of the West’s liberal democracies. Her stance was there should be a principled detente between the male and female worlds with an honest ‘free trade’ agreement between the sexes that was not hypocritical; example given would be those posed as monogamous, married, but prostitute-serviced males, should not be excused any more than a slut posing as a faithful wife but performing like a champion whore behind her husband’s back. Social contracts can be honorable and must be honored or drop the pretense. What is more, Fairfied clearly recognized women’s and men’s distinct cultural worlds. I expect Fairfield would outright reject today’s feminism and its’ embrace of a liberal degeneracy where everyone is demanded to embrace LGBT as though it were a prerequisite for a subsequent, mandatory, mono-sexuality. Men must deny their testosterone, women must suppress their estrogen, and any cultural evolution is not allowed to distinguish the natural androgyny of intelligence as anything different to sexuality, there are no more female and male worlds in interaction. In Liberalism’s new, ideal mono-sexual culture, everyone is required to be, philosophically speaking, either half dyke or half fag.

There should be a categorical difference perceived between allowing a respectful space for gays & the diverse transgenders, and the unnatural (moronic, actually) demand these lifestyles be embraced in some fraternal sense by more traditional straight people, no different to female and male cultures should be allowed space to evolve in healthy, cooperative direction, not abolished. Modern feminism’s (and their allied LBGT) ‘in-your-face’ evangelism is a reactionary form of cultural imperialism little different (mirror image) to the prior circumstance of the coercive, conservative Christian culture’s imperialism that has historically suppressed women and gays.

✓ Liberal propaganda = Doofuser social expectations

“There is not the smallest reason for confounding nationalism, which is the desire of a  people to be itself, with imperialism, which is the desire of a people to prevent other peoples from being themselves” -Cicily Isabel Fairfield

Doofus Award a.k.a.
Cicily Isabel Fairfield Exposes #MeToo Sluts Award

The ugly (UGLY) fucker Harvey Weinstein invites an aspiring young actress (too many times to count) to his house to, well, what’d she expect? To fuck her way to stardom. Actress fucks her way to the stars, but can’t ever fuck anyone else without recalling how ugly Weinstein was, now she’s traumatized for life. In circumstance of ugly in every sense, she knew to advance her acting career she had to fuck Jabba the Hut and she did it. She could have declined and looked for an honest job but you know, those MILLION$… #MeToo also known as exposed sluts suing to recover honor they’d never possessed… oh, but those MILLION$…

Doofus Award Honorable  Mention

Now, let’s go to cases of ‘rape with a cattle prod’ that #MeToo won’t touch: confirmed torture site boss & UGLY Gina Cheri Haspel runs the Central Intelligence Agency with its ongoing history of molesting democracies in Latin America. So, Gwyneth Paltrow, where’s your resentful vagina when it comes to speaking up in regards to the BILLION$ extracted from Latin America with what amounts to rape by cattle prod? Can’t go there because Gina ‘broke the glass ceiling’ and epitomizes the ‘liberated’ woman? Or is it about risking your MILLION$?

Doofuser Award

President ‘grab em by the pussy’ Trump (what an asshole) appoints a man that sincerely believes in literal Biblical plagues, Mike Pence, as ‘corona virus czar.’ Pence directs Homeland Security to employ prayer as the primary containment strategy because ‘plagues are God’s will.’ So, should we conclude a predictable outcome with noting the retrospective folk wisdom “nothing fails like prayer” … ? … alternatively, if Corona Virus isn’t as bad (likely it isn’t, see Bentley’s article) as the scare-mongering media would have you believe, terrorism freaking you out mustn’t be nearly good enough, something else is up, now, let’s recall Country Joe’s take on empire from 50 years ago:

Yeah, come on all of you, big strong men, Uncle Sam needs your help again
He’s got himself in a terrible jam, way down yonder in Vietnam
So put down your books and pick up a gun, we’re gonna have a whole lotta fun

And it’s one, two, three, what are we fighting for?
Don’t ask me, I don’t give a damn, next stop is Vietnam
And it’s five, six, seven, open up the pearly gates
Well there ain’t no time to wonder why
Whoopee! we’re all gonna die

Well, come on generals, let’s move fast, your big chance has come at last
Gotta go out and get those reds, the only good commie is one that’s dead
And you know that peace can only be won when we’ve blown ’em all to kingdom come

And it’s one, two, three, what are we fighting for?
Don’t ask me, I don’t give a damn, next stop is Vietnam
And it’s five, six, seven, open up the pearly gates
Well there ain’t no time to wonder why
Whoopee! we’re all gonna die

Well, come on Wall Street, don’t move slow, why man, this is war a-go-go
There’s plenty good money to be made by supplying the Army with the tools of the trade
Just hope and pray that if they drop the bomb, they drop it on the Viet Cong

And it’s one, two, three, what are we fighting for?
Don’t ask me, I don’t give a damn, next stop is Vietnam
And it’s five, six, seven, open up the pearly gates
Well there ain’t no time to wonder why
Whoopee! we’re all gonna die

Well, come on mothers throughout the land, pack your boys off to Vietnam
Come on fathers, don’t hesitate, send ’em off before it’s too late
Be the first one on your block to have your boy come home in a box

And it’s one, two, three, what are we fighting for?
Don’t ask me, I don’t give a damn, next stop is Vietnam
And it’s five, six, seven, open up the pearly gates
Well there ain’t no time to wonder why
Whoopee! we’re all gonna die

Substitute ‘terrorist’ for ‘communist’ and you’ll see some things never change… will the next ‘hot war’ boogeyman be Russians? Making everyone ‘intelligence-killing-numb-of-fright’ over the virus is likely because they’re prepping you all for something bigger –

 

 

 

 

This satire can be found in earlier edition at Fort Russ News

The Kiss - 1

^ Trump’s Impeachable Offense

So, Joe Biden pressured Ukraine to drop criminal investigation into Burisma (had the prosecutor fired) that would (almost certainly) have implicated his kid (and himself for using the power of his office) in a typical politically corrupt get rich(er) quick scheme.

Then, Trump had the audacity to pressure Ukraine to reopen the investigation as a campaign tactic, and according to the morons pushing this s**t through the House of Representatives, this is an impeachable offense. So, we have a scenario where one corrupt moron, that is Trump (and Republican minions) is up against another corrupt moron, that is Biden (and Democratic minions), in a USA elections season and there is absolutely nothing new under the sun in this circumstance of dirty tricks except the degraded mentalities exposed in present process.

The Committee intends this hearing to serve as an opportunity to discuss the historical and constitutional basis of impeachment, as well as the Framers’ intent and understanding of terms like ‘high crimes and misdemeanors”

Now, a hearing is set to determine just what, if anything that has turned up, is impeachable according to the Constitution’s framers intent and examination of precedent. Maybe we could have been spared all of this s**t if every ballot in the USA was required to have a ‘none of the above’ category and Americans were no longer bound to the ‘hold your nose and vote’ phenomenon in our several elections’ exercise of civic duty.

But we haven’t been spared.

Insofar as precedent, it should be argued on behalf of Trump’s ‘innocence’ that, dirty tricks related to fascist-type behaviors are part & parcel of the American republic’s electioneering since the beginning. In a historical context, what is going on today is little different to what was happening during the election of 1800 … one need only substitute France for Russia and the Alien and Sedition Acts for the Patriot Act, whip up public hysteria and wellah: Maria Butina would be a native of Paris.

Now, let’s replace Donald Trump with Thomas Jefferson and watch “Shifty Schiff”, Jerrold Nadler and Nancy Pelosi use Jefferson’s erection like a pole vaulter’s stick; over the election campaign season of 1800 revelation Jefferson had been in what amounted to a longtime rape relationship with his slave Sally Hemmings. Not going to impeach Trump over his many years association with Jeffery Epstein? Why not? Because that would drag in Bill Clinton? Well, they didn’t impeach Jefferson…

Relevant to this, if ‘Blow-job Bill’ couldn’t be convicted for putting his dick into skank Lewinsky’s mouth, it certainly wasn’t for lack of effort. Since we’re dealing with matters of law and precedent, let me offer a tip to our neo-Roman senate in present circumstance; the great missed opportunity of 1999 was, no one of our senators had the creative genius to move for dismissal of charges “with prejudice” by pointing out that if ‘servicing a cocksucker’ were raised to level of a ‘high misdemeanor’, it should become exceedingly difficult to find anyone qualified to hold the office. Chief Justice Rehnquist would then have had opportunity to rule ‘servicing a cocksucker’, if not ‘natural’ law, is nevertheless so widespread as to determine ‘servicing a cocksucker’ must be part and parcel of the American social & political fabric; thereby forever cementing Congress’ relationship to lobbyists. This should have spared us all the lying corporate voyeurism of ‘Citizens United’ having done exactly that.

The Logic Behind The American Vote – Some toilet paper is scented. Most toilet paper is flushed. It follows, some flushed toilet paper will smell good:

Then, the election season of 1860 should be examined, particularly the Republican nominating convention at Chicago. The Native American (Ojibwe) root word “chicag” in ‘Chicago’ translates variously (depending on context) as “foul”, “stinks”, “skunk”, or “ass grease.” It is this last among the other nominal American political pleasantries, which should give you all the picture of just what went on in the Chicago convention’s bending over of William Seward when nominating Abraham Lincoln:

Lincoln’s men left no detail unattended … They printed hundreds of counterfeit tickets and distributed them to Lincoln supporters with instructions to show up early – in order to displace Seward’s supporters … One thousand Seward men [delegates] marched behind a smartly uniformed brass band. They wound their way noisily through Chicago’s streets, playing the song “Oh, Isn’t He a Darling?” and finally arrived triumphantly in front of the Wigwam [convention center.] To their horror, they found that they could not get in: the Lincoln men, admitted with their counterfeit tickets, had taken their seats”

The preceding clearly wasn’t an impeachable offense, of course, setting historical precedent for Hillary’s dirty tricks in the 2016 election season concerning the Democratic National Committee’s un-elected super-delegates sinking Bernie Sanders, which had been essentially the same behavior. It follows, in a classic misdirection, we can blame all of that Hillary s**t on Russia according to our lying corporate media and current Congress who no doubt would claim (in today’s political climate) Russia had corrupted Andrew Johnson over a ‘deal’ for Alaska (Johnson’s 1868 impeachable offense actually was his unforgivable Tennessee drawl.)

So, going to the illustration at the top, it would appear Trump’s authentic ‘impeachable offense’ is an incomprehensible and false (Steele Dossier), but nevertheless alleged treasonous ‘man love’ for Russia and Russians whipped up in corporate media, never-mind the actual charges are Trump daring point out the very real Biden corruption, because Trump has already been tried and convicted in the public forum for his ‘man love.’

And especially, never-mind Trump’s personal lawyer, Rudy Giuliani, point man on the Ukraine-Biden-Bursima quid pro quo, had his New York City disaster headquarters located in World Trade Center Building 7, an imploded structure determined by independent university study NOT to have been brought down according to the official version of events:

“The principal conclusion of our study is that fire did not cause the collapse of WTC 7 on 9/11, contrary to the conclusions of NIST and private engineering firms that studied the collapse. The secondary conclusion of our study is that the collapse of WTC 7 was a global failure involving the near-simultaneous failure of every column in the building”

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19 Arabs with box cutters didn’t (actually couldn’t) do that. Read at the university website and draw the correct conclusions for yourself:

http://ine.uaf.edu/wtc7

alternative link:

https://archive.li/YWlLy

Yo! Schiff! Nadler! Pelosi! What’s up with that s**t?! No impeachable ‘follow the money’ trail associated with the 9/11 “high crimes” coverup? Erstwhile NYC Mayor Giuliani is Trump’s personal attorney in play here.

Oh, and that can have nothing to do with Trump’s previous personal attorney (off record) job description:

Cohn’s job was to run the little boys. Say you had an admiral, a general, a congressman, who did not want to go along with the program. Cohn’s job was to set them up, then they would go along”

No impeachable scent to follow there. Never mind Trump personal attorney Roy Cohn’s ‘black book’ was essentially the forerunner to Jeffrey Epstein’s ‘black book’, sharing many names, suddenly recalling (again!) ‘Blow-job Bill’ (just won’t go away) and his many trips on Epstein’s jet. No Democratic impeachment effort should dare go there!

Well, this could go on but I’ve been preoccupied recently with chronicling my Native American experience and this is what I’ll be returning to shortly (the Indian stuff) but meanwhile I can’t help amalgamating a couple of Cree x an Ojibwe word (there IS a precedent at Rocky Boy’s Chippewa-Cree Indian reservation) … winkches-winctagay-chicag* or roughly translated, nearly pidgin slang: ‘this ass-grease looks and smells bad’ which more or less covers the boys on either side of the controversy. But I just can’t come up with adequately disgusting native language words in translation that describes Capitol Hill’s ‘Necromancy Nancy’ Pelosi’s many years’ dead corpse, dressed & made up in anime style, not to mention ‘law & order’ Camela Harris! Why can’t she bring this s**t up?

Arabian Camel Or Dromedary (camelus Dromedarius)

Camela’s pretty eyes

* My apologies to any Cree language fluent reader here; for the non standard phonetic spelling (native humor excuses the content ; )

My, how quickly camels disappear into oblivion, it was something like two days after this satire posted, Camela Harris quit the race –

 

This ‘info-satire’ may also be read at Fort Russ News

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A ‘Geoff Bozos’ is a class of awards bestowed upon those who’d performed some amazing act of idiocy that convinced; something like a Darwin Award ‘honorable mention’ with elements of ‘Jackass

The Queer Bozo Medal

The ‘Queer Bozo’ medal is the Geoff Bozos award exclusively bestowed on intelligence community [IC] members. Now, in case anyone should misunderstand, we have a solid definition of ‘Queer Bozo’ showing award of this medal has nothing to do with a CIA psyop bending the Alt-Right community over a log in the woods and ‘corn-holing’ them like a hillbilly:

queer |kwi(ə)r|
adjective
1 strange; odd: The CIA had a queer feeling that Ronald Thomas West was up to something.
verb [ with obj. ] informal
spoil or ruin (an agreement, event, or situation): clueless CIA moron Robert David Steele’s superiors didn’t want anyone to queer the strategy behind the QAnon psyop.
ORIGIN early 16th cent.: from German quer ‘oblique, perverse’

bozo |ˈbōzō|
noun (pl. bozos) informal, chiefly IC dialect.
an intelligence agency operative, especially CIA.
ORIGIN unknown

queer bozo |kwi(ə)rˈ|ˈbōzō|
noun
any IC member believing a QAnon assertion is straightforward on its face: that queer bozo Robert David Steele actually believes longtime CIA operative William Barr will do the right thing.
ORIGIN 2019: ronaldthomaswest.com

So, yes, to be perfectly clear, the term “Queer Bozo” is altogether unrelated to this…

…when awarding the first Queer Bozo medal to Robert David Steele, no matter what the hillbilly is doing to the redneck in the video clip is a metaphor strongly resembling what Steele is doing to the Alt-Right community; when promoting Queer Anon, excuse me, I meant QAnon.

The rationale for awarding the first ever Queer Bozo medal to Steele is his promoting the irrational belief (QAnon assertion sucked up by the Alt-Right) that William Barr, whose Department of Justice (FBI), in his first term as Attorney General, sabotaged investigation into the minor child “call boy” visits to the Bush 41 White House…

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…is going to clean up the pervasive pedophilia blackmail operations run by the intelligence agencies, ongoing to this day. Even were there to be a real hunt for some of the Epstein associated child rapists (it’ll be hard to ignore Bill Clinton & ‘friends’, with Clinton’s two dozen+ trips on Epstein’s private jet), if the ‘Conspiracy of Silence’ surrounding Barr during the George H.W. Bush administration is not opened up in the process, all you really have is what amounts to the homosexual neocon pedophiles going after the heterosexual neoliberal pedophiles or what’s otherwise known as a perverts versus perverts, deep state internecine war.

Further information: additional Geoff Bozos awards nominees (other categories) include Jeff Bezos & his CIA playground Washington Post, as well, nominees Pierre Omidyar, Edward Snowdon, The Intercept and Glenn Greenwald; who actually seem to believe Tor, developed and sponsored by the USA’s Department of Defense, is the way to go with online leaks and related communications, and other ‘alternative’ leak sites and billionaire and/or intelligence agency  sponsored journalists who never investigate wealth and its relationship to the real evil.

 

This satire points to what I’d call the anti-social nature of the National Security State; where the leadership has become removed from all reality except for focus on those acts which either facilitate, conceal or excuse their crime sprees. I would apply the anti-social label for the simple fact what we see in these people is not identifiable as compatible with anything resembling a historical morality as defined by any past social construct except that one were to accept something resembling Nazi principles of social strata and behaviors; supposedly rejected by every modern institution representing the liberal democracies.

Going to the point of hypocrisy in the preceding, it follows, who was correct, Orwell or Huxley? Both were correct. Orwell described the cloistered mentality of the power-hungry sociopath seeking control similar to leadership found in the extreme, paranoid, religious community and its acolytes demanding a pseudo-morality imposed from the top down. Huxley described the fate of another personality, that of the narcissist-hedonist in a modern culture where removal of selective pressure had lifted social strictures that previously served as avenue to community bonding demanding a development of (now absent) ethical behaviors.

This autobiographical satire, dusted off and brought up to date, gives a glimpse from the outside perspective; it is an amalgam of the conservative-liberal dichotomy and resultant insanity prevalent in today’s Western world where there is an insistent demand the morbid social facts and deceits be buried beneath the absolute rot of political correctness.

Torture supervisor (CIA Director) Gina Haspel is exemplary example of social deceit where the road to emancipation for the Western women is to become identical to the worst of the Western males; aggressive, ‘erect’ and rapine (referencing rapist in a culture where otherwise women are historically property.) In the liberal democracies, ‘feminism’ (for the women, as opposed to the ‘neutered’ Western ‘feminist’ men) is little more than a road to a sort of psychological sex change to becoming hyper-male; an avenue to quality female intelligence it certainly is not. 

Clown Rack

The ‘Free Speech Clown’ series

Morality masks a plethora of behaviors ethics cannot. Native American humor was all about ethics, that is no matter how harsh a truth, it must be out in the open at the least as a metaphor, the purpose in Native humor is all about keeping things honest.

The humor in western culture, on the other hand, often cannot honestly observe without crossing morality. So humor does not much serve to keep western culture honest, because too many people are afraid to go there. The thing with this is, if people were not afraid to go with honest observations, things could never degenerate to where we are now.

So, I will write about an Indian, a culturally intact Indian. Imagine the insanity of a tribal mentality taught to observe and honestly remark on the world around them suddenly cast adrift into the ego shielding ‘Honky’ sea of political correctness. Now, this native mentality is only certifiably insane because of context, or better said, an out of context circumstance. Because in the native world from which he had sprung, politically correct is actually a buzz word for the circling buzzards of Indian humor, any real Native who hears the words ‘politically correct’ is apt to drop everything and listen in to the most recent wisdom and insight (always in the format of the often untranslatable to the Whiteman ‘Indian Humor’) ripping the people who trashed 200 years of treaties and moved on pretending as though nothing had happened.

This endeavor goes to shatter stereotype of the ‘taciturn’ Indian which is actually a reflection of the little understood Native cultural communication phenomena of rather than say something honest to a Whiteman that threatens the Whiteman’s ego and be killed, just shut up. Unless of course, you are not afraid to die.

For simple literary device sake, we will make this Indian 1) White skinned and 2) the last of his kind. How could this happen and the said Native persona is alive in the 21st century, a full 150 years since the Native custom of a White captive child raised to be Indian?

Well now, to be honest in the Native way, we must address this portion of the literary endeavor with a joke story drawn from real life, a sort of collage of facts assembled from bits and pieces of diverse experience, combined with anecdotal information to create the culturally intact inherent Native wisdom found in their humor. In other words, parts of the story from here out is an autobiographical facts incorporated, multi-faceted rip-off of other peoples life stories and experience. And because unlike the White world, the Native world entertains paradox in daily approach to life, some more of what follows is simply made up from the imagination’s fund of plausible improbabilities.

We’ll call the Indian “Ron” although his native name in the Cree Indian country he hails from is ‘Moon-i-Yas’ which can be translated either “Not like us” or “Paleface.” In “Ron’s” case it is “Paleface” when properly translated, because the other translation applies to people who behave like Whites, rather than merely look like them. And by Native definition, “Ron” is Indian on account of his cultural behavior, his ‘pale face’ simply being unfortunate circumstance or, better said from the Indian perspective, that peculiar cosmic joke of life circumstance which one way or other manifests the Trickster aspect in all Native experience.

To kick off the story, back in the late 1940s there were people just like today’s truly Honky folk, real White people, that behaved in all sorts of self- repressed ways and repressed their own kids because of their staunch Puritan belief in H.L. Menecken’s maximum that ‘proper’ Puritans must preoccupy themselves with the horrifying thought “Someone, somewhere, might be happy.” So they learned to follow Jesus command to ‘love’ by ‘loving’ to hate.

Because of the ‘love’ factor in ‘loving’ to hate themselves, their kids and their fellow man, making ‘love’ is more often a rape than not, ‘loving’ their brothers and sisters is ‘loving’ to tell other people how to live their lives, and ‘loving’ security is to create an insecure society so they can ‘love’ the idea of a police state.

Now the daughters of these fundamentalist people, whether the arch-conservative Protestant or the ultra-conservative Catholic, are not so different to some of today’s young women, raised in families that with bared fangs dare anyone to so much as mention sex to their children let alone have it taught anywhere other than at the clandestine parties of the young people, who learn to hide the realities of their lives from their parents because you are punished whether you lie or tell the truth. So lying becomes in vogue because if you are young and you lie, you might not be caught and punished for enjoying yourself, whereas if you tell the truth you will be punished every time. So impromptu sex education at the young peoples clandestine parties gives a whole new meaning to expressions such as ‘powerpoint’ and the many unwed young mothers resulting are simply one more manifestation of God’s will and Jesus commandment that people ‘love’ (other peoples misery in the case of Gina Haspel and the Puritans.)

As fate would have it, in the late 1940s a young Catholic girl had gone from her conservative family upbringing and all girls school, where the nuns would not touch sex-ed with the proverbial ten foot pole, in Chicago, to college at Gonzaga in Washington State where she was introduced to sex as a sorority girl by innumerable happy to oblige young men .. at the ‘Girls Gone Wild’ parties before the era of exploiting these events on video. Concealing her inevitable pregnancy from her far away folks, not having known what a condom is, she was driving home to Chicago with her new born, this was in 1950, give or take a year or so, and dropped the infant off on the doorstep at the Catholic Rectory at Havre, Montana, with a note pinned on the swaddling infants dress: “Ron”

A Chippewa Medicine Man from the nearby Rocky Boy’s Indian Reservation was at the cinema close by, he enjoyed the classic Bugs Bunny cartoons preceding the movie and paid his entry fee for that but then always left. The movies themselves were non-sensical to him. Walking along the street, he noticed a dropped envelope, picked it up and was surprised to see it was stuffed with cash. He saw the black ink stamp of the Catholic parish on the envelope and walked to give it to the priest at the rectory, and found the infant. Stepping around the child and standing on the step above, he knocked and the priest answered the door. The Medicine Man stated “I found your lost money” and handed the surprised priest the envelope. The priest, who hated this Medicine Man his Native parishioners would sneak off to see behind his back, shouted “Returning this money won’t buy YOUR way out of Hell!” and slammed the door in the Indian’s face, before he could tell him about the child.

The Indian knocked several times more, and patiently waited, but there was no further opening of the door. So, he picked up the kid and took “Ron” home.

Given to the Medicine Man’s niece who had her own infant the same age, “Ron” was suckled, named “Moon-i-Yas”, surrounded with love and the native joke the newly found ‘twin’ was result of “Indian Immaculate Conception.” No one of the Indians wanted to give the foundling kid to the meaner than shit racist White people at Havre, Montana, it just seemed wrong. When it came time to take the infants to the Indian Agency for birth certificates and enrollment, the Agency people just figured they were fraternal twins and there was a White father of the one child. So “Ron” grew up Indian. He then moved to Al-boo-quark-ee in New Mexico because of his fond memories of the old Medicine Man mimicking Bugs Bunny’s pronunciation of that city’s name.

Nearly seventy odd years after “Ron’s” birth, President Trump ordered DNA tests on all Indians to reduce the Native Enrollment and save money better spent on confronting Iran & drone murders than Indian health, kicking Indians that could not demonstrate 75% Native American blood off their reservations. It was discovered Moon-i-Yas, a.k.a. “Ron”, was the last White captive and he became a national sensation. What bloodthirsty savage had murdered his family and kidnapped this child? And anyway, a White Indian had to be a subversive, the bloodthirsty murdering savages that raised “Ron” had to have imparted their pagan licentiousness to him. The FBI was ordered to investigate “Ron”, it was a matter of ‘National Security.’

Meanwhile “Ron” had discovered a few things about White people. Like when an arch-conservative fundamentalist Republican principal of a lily-white charter school surreptitiously run as a private Christian institution that doubled as a cover for intelligence agents masked as teachers who break every civil rights law you can imagine, not only using ‘field trips abroad’ for cover when running operations, have discovered you have raised your kid Indian, all of the state apparatus is arrayed against you for the satanic act of being an ultra-permissive parent. Allergies causing red eyes are interpreted as the child being a devil, but because there is no law to charge you with for that, you are investigated for drugs. When you are courageous enough to fight back for your kid and call a spade a spade, it is ‘undue hostility towards authority’ and you are investigated for terrorism. Failing every effort at criminal entrapment and being counter-investigated, assassins are dispatched by the neo-con hate mongers… and failing again and again it all just keeps getting bigger- FBI criminals implicated, Department of Defense criminals implicated, CIA criminals implicated, the criminal Church implicated, the National Security Agency implicated, allied intelligence, MOSSAD particularly, implicated.. meanwhile the White, Native American Jason Bourne-savant-idiot-trickster- clown had foiled the fascists again and again!

Because “Ron” really IS Indian, he fights back with taunts and satires, in the post –modern weapon of blogs. “Ron” taunts the establishment with the idea of “Jewels Misogyny”, wherein these neo-conservative & neo-liberal closet-gay institutions of accelerated education attended by the children of the military-industrial rich and powerful, only the brightest and most beautiful women teachers are hired… and must adopt masculine persona like so many ‘bull dikes’ as have the Michelle Bachmanns of this world, women who consequently marry self-repressed homosexuals attracted to these so-called women because of their male persona. They are all ‘men’ resembling nothing so much as castrated mannequins in drag (say, how’s that ‘cures gays’ clinic going? Remember Jesus saying “Heal thyself”?)

The end result? Either liberal women who hate themselves (Jewels Misogyny) for their participation in this travesty, job security being more important than ethics and fighting back or, women with “Acquired Ego Priapism Syndrome” like Gina Haspel or the ‘imaginary’ school principal. Women who behave like sexist and racist men. Woman-male torturers of our values of tolerance and compassion, the liberal and libertarian values that are uniquely American, the ability to live and let live. Women of Haspel’s class which join with criminal-fascist men in covering up constitutional crimes with religious façade Trump is afraid to pick on.

Of course the initial culture clash long ago was the Indians being shocked at how harshly the Puritans treated their children, the cause of many a ‘captive White’ raised in Native freedom and, conversely the Puritan horror at the liberty of the Native children resulting in the practice of “The only good Indian is a dead Indian.” Not so different to Haspel’s proposed concealment of the identities of American torturers [1], with her misandry (self-hate)  thinly disguised behind national security hysteria. Haspel is a Puritan, psychologically male, W.A.S.P. with Acquired Ego-Priapism Syndrome, in effect a chauvinist as pathologically erect as any male serial rapist except for resembling a lesbian Torquemada in heat.

What I mostly enjoy about this story is, in the modern politically correct world where only women can refer to a woman as a bitch, and get away with it, no differently than only gays may refer to themselves as queers or fags, only Blacks can call themselves Niggers or Asians can call themselves gooks or chinks, Mexicans self-refer as beaners, Jews calling themselves kikes, Indians laughing at the idea of being prairie niggers, and sheep bleating to themselves they are meadow maggots, without a hate crime referral, but this Indian author can call the psychopath White fascist people in absolute racist terms “Honkies” and totally get away with it because he is White skinned. I say that especially because of Supreme Court Justice Alito referring to “Marauding Indians” in a context of self-defense in a decision on firearms, I suppose he thinks we should be hunted like wolves from planes. But because no one ordinarily can comment on physical attributes such as gender or skin color outside their own race or sex freely, this prevents in any politically correct circumstance the real or broad examination of the perverse Puritan sexist and racist BEHAVIORS tied to the DESERVING DESCRIPTION which underlie psychologically male, grotesque, criminal, HONKY women like Haspel; who resembles nothing so much as the drag queen Jack Kerouac must have fantasized himself, had he dared to be openly gay.

Gee. Somehow the story did not end up funny. I’ll work on that.

 

[1] https://www.openthegovernment.org/cut-it-out-broad-coalition-calls-on-congress-to-remove-provision-criminalizing-reasonable-disclosures-from-intelligence-authorization-act/

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