Tuesday, February 25, 2014

Being nice

On being a nice foolish, wanton simpleton

Origin of “nice” (from Merriam-Webster) Middle English, foolish, wanton, from Anglo-French, silly, simple, from Latin nescius ignorant, from nescire not to know. First Known Use: 14th century.

Etymology is the study of the history of words, their origins, and how their form and meaning have changed over time. By an extension, the term "the etymology of [a word]" means the origin of the particular word. Semantic change (also semantic shift, semantic progression or semantic drift) is the evolution of word usage — usually to the point that the modern meaning is radically different from the original usage. (from Wikipedia)

I attended a live-in post secondary educational facility for more or less (mostly less) a year after high school. It was a rather closed little community and the kids there had mysteriously adapted a language of modified english, german, and low german which no one on the outside world could decipher. It was a school where we studied one of the biggy religions of our time. Being nice, the major realization I came to from this fundamentally principled institute of learning was our inability to grasp the meaning not just of words, but the concepts of people who lived two thousand years ago. If the kids in this school could accomplish a radical semantic shift in words and phrases in just a couple of years how could a prosecuted group of very early followers of Jesus, who obviously would spend much time together, not develop a double speak if for no other reason than for their own protection.

Barbara Thiering has visualized a world in which early followers used a pesher, a system of speaking and writing where one word directly stood for another word, so they could tell a parable with one meaning to an audience but only those who understood the pesher would know the real meaning. The academic world has rejected her theory as unproven and for me, the simpleton, it would be an immense undertaking to remember the meanings of all those words. However, she opens up a remarkable vision of Christianities earliest days and there is a grain of truth in everything.

When the wanton me pictures a parable I always have this feeling that there's something more to this story than I'll ever comprehend. Something these early followers were aware of kept them together. What came of it later is history, and as Napoleon said “History is a set of lies agreed upon.”

At that post secondary institute we would attend various churches. We could go anywhere as long as we went. Foolish me would sometimes partake of an older order Mennonite low german church service. When they prayed there was dead silent concentration and you could feel the static so strong your hair would tingle. This universe has forces we haven't begun to comprehend. Words try to describe them. Parables possibly do it best. Semantic progression changes the meanings of the words, but the forces out there remain the same. May the force be with you. Shalom.

Sunday, February 23, 2014

Man oh man old man I am

 









I still have a tool, it's called a slide rule
It's powered by porridge and steak
It slides back and forth on the flick of a whim
And calculates wealth oft with scorn

I have too a board and a t-square to boot
And angles and curves which can draw
Mansions with gold faucets and huge walk in closets
At scales of one thousand to one

My efforts at schooling were driven by yearning
For knowledge of cathodes that glowed
With a punch card inserted they'd give you the gigo
When loops just had no where to go

My commodore sixteen was hooked to the tv
The numbers came live on the screen
Games were envisioned with wild contusions
Till the memory was thrashed for the crash

Learned booting with floppies, dos pirated from Gates
Used Basic as the backdrop for programing
Silly paradigms with no hope of reward, so
Succumbed to compilers but my dog chewed them up

First cads were a nightmare, they should have been outlawed
Just took my computer and pawned it for greenbacks
And took my dog fishing, him with his floppies
Now that I'm ancient I just use it for porn


Saturday, February 22, 2014

Kleptocratic democracy

Kleptocratic democracy (a dispassionate journey which insinuates next to nothing)

Government of the corporate masters, by the corporate masters, for the corporate masters, in control of a pseudo democratically elected knavish ideological great leader, via a divide and conquer modus operandi, who disdains the views and needs of the majority of his demography.

From Wikipedia: banana republic, kleptocracy:

Kleptocracy, alternatively cleptocracy or kleptarchy, from Greek: κλέπτης (thief) and κράτος (rule), is a term applied to a government subject to control fraud that takes advantage of governmental corruption to extend the personal wealth and political power of government officials and the ruling class (collectively, kleptocrats), via the embezzlement of state funds at the expense of the wider population, sometimes without even the pretense of honest service. The term means "rule by thieves". Not an "official" form of government (such as democracy, republic, monarchy, theocracy), the term is a pejorative for governments perceived to have a particularly severe and systemic problem with the selfish misappropriation of public funds by those in power.”

“In economics, a banana republic is a country operated as a commercial enterprise for private profit, effected by a collusion between the State and favoured monopolies, in which the profit derived from the private exploitation of public lands is private property, while the debts incurred thereby are a public responsibility. Such an imbalanced economy remains limited by the uneven economic development of town and country, and tends to cause the national currency to become devalued paper-money, rendering the country ineligible for international development-credit. Such government by thieves is a kleptocracy; such a kleptocratic government is manipulated by foreign (corporate) interests, and functions mostly as ceremonial government that is unaccountable to its nation. The national legislature is, in effect, for sale, influential government employees illegitimately exploit their posts for personal gain (by embezzlement, fraud, bribery, etc.), and the resulting government budget deficit is repaid by the country's working people who earn wages rather than making profits.”

Kleptocracies are generally associated with corrupt forms of authoritarian governments, particularly dictatorships, oligarchies, military juntas, or some other forms of autocratic and nepotist government in which no outside oversight is possible, due to the ability of the kleptocrat(s) to personally control both the supply of public funds and the means of determining their disbursal. Kleptocratic rulers typically treat their country's treasury as though it were their own personal bank account, spending the funds on luxury goods as they see fit. Many kleptocratic rulers also secretly transfer public funds into secret personal numbered bank accounts in foreign countries in order to provide them with continued luxury if/when they are eventually removed from power and forced to leave the country.”
Kleptocracy is most common in developing countries whose economies are based on the export of natural resources. Such export incomes constitute a form of economic rent and are therefore easier to siphon off without causing the income itself to decrease (for example, due to capital flight as investors pull out to escape the high taxes levied by the kleptocrats).

The effects of a kleptocratic regime or government on a nation are typically adverse in regards to the faring of the state's economy, political affairs and civil rights. Kleptocracy in government often vitiates prospects of foreign investment and drastically weakens the domestic market and cross-border trade. As the kleptocracy normally embezzles money from its citizens by misusing funds derived from tax payments, or money laundering schemes, a kleptocratically structured political system tends to degrade nearly everyone's quality of life.

In addition, the money that kleptocrats steal is often taken from funds that were earmarked for public amenities, such as the building of hospitals, schools, roads, parks and the like – which has further adverse effects on the quality of life of the citizens living under a kleptocracy. The quasi-oligarchy that results from a kleptocratic elite also subverts democracy (or any other political format the state is ostensibly under).”

From wiseGEEK:

“Conditions ideal for exploiting workers are propagated by sham democracies in banana republics. A pseudo-democracy means that elections are rigged, so that a pre-selected candidate is guaranteed victory. This puppet leader has ensured the colonial or corporate power that he will follow their directives to make the most profit. Other methods of instituting a compliant government include the staging of political coups, where the foreign power backs an insurrection, often resulting in assassination of the current leader. The military coup only succeeds with weapons and resources secured by a foreign power. Once in control, the new government might be further supported with foreign subsidies to their agricultural crops.

The concept of banana republics has evolved with the changing political climate. For instance, more than fruit, resources such as oil and coffee spurred banana republics in the 20th century. Corruption at all levels usually arises in these unstable governments, breeding a system rife with bribes and black markets. Increasing privatization of basic social services leaves the population with reduced wages and worsening living conditions. Critics of the United States frequently relate its policies to the phenomenon of banana republics both in South America and the Middle East.”

Les remords de la patrie
Demographic splits:

The application of the principle of democracy has a great obstacle. The general population of every country is divided on how they view life and on how they should be governed. The best we as humanity have developed so far is the election of representatives who usually belong to a party, and the party with most representatives elected forms a government, or a coalition of these parties will form a government. This leaves a large portion of the population, often a majority, with no real say in the decisions made. Advertising has swayed voters into the hands of those with the largest purse strings – it is an accepted fact that advertising buys votes.

Advertising buys votes, it also buys our soles. Viewed as an addiction or as a freely chosen life style, consumerism and the economics which thrives on it, has become the driving force behind the thoughts and tribulations of our great leaders. These leaders get most of their political advertising money from large corporations who also endow the general population with a host of essential products and a glorious lifestyle. It is more these corporations than politicians who must draw a fine line between filling their pockets and keeping us addicts content. But corporations are greedy and the pacifying of the electorate is not native to their id. So they pay off politicians to do the dirty work for them.

Thus we have: pick a sucker who has your views, school him, enrich his ego, place him in prominent positions, and finally back him financially into the backdoor world of politics. If he's not a total dunce he'll go places the rest of the world wouldn't want to dream of going. “And let me make myself perfectly clear.” (about the facts of life perhaps?)

Problem is, there are many of us who are content with home made soup and a good book and a walk in the park. Have a fun job and not to worry about the future. And don't vote, just attend every anarchist rally you can find. Not me of course, just saying. This is what you call a demographic split, and it's what our sucker politician is yearning to utilize. Anyone who doesn't buy the glorious life style becomes an anarchist, or communist, or ant-Semitic, or terrorist. Divide the good law abiding, tax paying citizens from the wicked – divide and conquer. How could you not vote for this hero?

As the title says, just a dispassionate journey, insinuating next to nothing.


Bibliography:

Wikipedia www.en.wikipedia.org/
wiseGEEK www.wisegeek.com/
‎ A Theory of Divide-and-Rule: Kleptocracy and Its Breakdown Xuezheng CHEN


Tuesday, February 18, 2014

Hologenic brains















Blew the first two days of the rest of my life
Thought it might come in handy to educate my brain
Learned about brain microtubule vibrations
And the holonistic approach to life
Amazing stuff that wave collapse thing
Quantum computing inside my skull
String theory envisioning that out in deep space
My brain will develope outside it's case
And billions of versions will leave me insane
Oh dum de dum de dum

Monday, February 17, 2014

Offshoot biker gang goes green


Offshoot biker gang goes green

Bunkum News reporter Crystal Really met with Igor the Terrible in a rare face to face meeting on a trip to southern California last week. Igor was rumoured to have split with his mentor bros to found a new order in the motorcycle club world.

Igor told Crystal Really that he had no ill will toward his former colleagues, but he just loved electric bikes, and this didn't necessarily go over too well with a bunch of Harley enthusiasts. With his love for bikes and speed he just could not resist the new Lightning bikes which went over 200 mph and left the old Harleys in the dust. And he loved the silence – no one could hear him coming.

He was also really hyped up about his new venture into green energy. He didn't like paying anyone for electricity so his club, the Heaven's Nerds, were buying up chunks of property in the Nevada desert were they planned to set up huge solar and wind energy projects. He said there was more money available from the government for this type of operation than he could ever make “Bustin peoples' heads,” and the future for green energy was so rosy it just made him giddy. And he could race his bikes all he wanted with “no friggin cops botherin me.”

When asked about the unique patch he was wearing, Igor just about cracked up and said yes, it might be a take off from his old associates. But he immediately reiterated that there were no hard feelings, and his old buds had been out in the desert “drinkin beer and racin bikes more than ever”.

Saturday, February 15, 2014

Love me gentle, love me sweet

I used to frig around with magnets and coils of wire. Tesla was my hero. None of my own inventions ever worked very well and most of them ended up in a heap on my bench. One time I'd been working on this Tesla light bulb thing. It had a huge coil of wire and some camera parts on top, but it just would not work. So there it sat on my bench.

I was sitting there on my stool sort of disheartened and my cat Pandy came by. Of course he figured this was a good time for some attention so I started petting him and he was totally enjoying it and purring away. And if that stupid light didn't start glowing. The louder Pandy purred the brighter it glowed.

Well, what was causing this? Was it static? Pandy had had enough so off he went and the light went out. I sat there in wonder and my mind drifted off to supper time and my wife and how sweet she was and if that stupid light didn't start glowing again. Well this time it wasn't static. Incredible. The light went out and sat there dead cold. I gave up and went in for supper.

I told my wife about my project, and after we finished the dishes she came with me to the shop to see my contraption. There it sat on the bench cold as ice. She gave me a big hug before heading back to the house and over my shoulder she giggled “your lights on”. We both looked in amazement as it slowly faded back out. She said “Lets try this again” and she hugged me again and if that stupid light didn't start glowing again. She gave me a big kiss and it got even brighter! Well heavens to Betsy.

The next few weeks were rather entertaining as we tried different things to get the light glowing. We even had our neighbours come by and had them hug in the shop. They thought we were pulling some kind of a weird hoax on them. The thrill sort of wore off and I was busy with work so the project just sat there. This whole story might have ended right here if these nice gentlemen hadn't stopped by.

My guess is they got wind of my ventures into metaphysics from our fast becoming allusive neighbours. This shop hugging thing hadn't been my brightest idea, not that I have many. Anyhow, these gents showed up in an unobtrusive black Taurus and gave a hefty knock on our door. I remember the words “Being charged with diabolical insubordination” if I didn't cooperate with them in investigating paranormal activities emanating from my shop.

So, not wanting to be insubordinate, diabolical or not, I cheerily unlocked my shop and showed them my coil of wires with the light bulb. They seemed to snicker a little and then one asked me if I'd heard of Tesla, and me being sort of on to them by now said “Tessy who?” and they let it drop at that. We chated a few minutes about the nice weather and then the tall one said they'd best be going so he could be back for his daughter's birthday that night, and you could tell he really loved his daughter cause he got kinda choked up, and if that stupid light didn't come on real bright.

Jumpin Jehosaphat! The black Taurus got pulled around the back and out came cameras and detectors and insulated boxes and when they were gone three hours later my work bench was bare and they'd cleaned up most of the other junk laying around too. Never even said goodbye.

My good wife said “Well, they saved you a trip to the dump,” and we figured that was that. I got rather philosophical about the whole thing after a time figuring that factories would have a real production problem if everyone had to keep a huggin and kissin to keep the lights on. And if it got advanced enough to power automobiles there might be more than a few traffic jams due to distracted drivers. Well enough to leave it alone.

Surprisingly an unmarked delivery van came by about six months later and they piled everything back neatly in the middle of my shop for me. There was a brief note with it from some outfit called the bureau of investigative surveillance which in not too kind words told me my stuff was a pile of junk and they had tried everything to make that light come on and that I was an idiot and if I kept this up I would bamboozle myself straight into the court house for public mischief. I was sort of chuckling to myself while reading this because my Pandy had come by to get his tummy rubbed and that stupid light was on as bright as ever. That bureau of investigative surveillance must be one bitter environment to work in.

I buried my Pandy at the ripe old age of twenty-three and put my light project in with him. The light was on as I covered him, and I'm sure it comes on to this day when I think of him. Bye Pandy Pandy.

Friday, February 14, 2014

Man hater tart vs chauvinist pig

















Went to Walmart today to find a nice tart
Had visions of sweetness filling my heart
Just wanted to taste one and savor it's fill
Desire consumed me never mind the bill

The search was intended to enhance the pleasure
So into the pet food I went for good measure
And to my surprise I did see a nice pie
But it's label said catnip not what I'd try

I hid in men's clothing and peeked down the aisles
Ignoring promotions the site lines were miles
When something enticed me way past the barrage
Rats, my eyes had deceived me it was just a mirage

So hither the food court I wandered nonchalantly
And into the pastries and there I found promptly
A tart so inviting my heart was just lopen
But trying was vain it's wrapper to open