Sunday, August 31, 2008
Could the planet be swallowed up by a singularity?
These guys think so.
And it would look like this if they are right:
Friday, August 29, 2008
Monday, August 25, 2008
Friday, August 22, 2008
Samuel Huntington is a Racist Windbag
Excellent deflation of Harvard professor, and famous windbag, Samuel Huntington's bloated nonsense.
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Monday, August 18, 2008
PSY-WARS Update
It was only a matter of time"
I have a prescience sometimes, and dream things that happen. I definitely saw this one coming.
Back before 911, I dreamed the whole horrible thing of the CIA's torture chambers, and psy-war was in there. It was the one thing that had not materialised yet.
In my dream, I was floating around and was in an underground torture chamber, where university grads with preppy type suits and crew cuts were aggressively interrogating Arab/Moslem captives, who had been strapped into various torture devices. This kind of drifted into militarised telepathy, people trying to get into your head. Well, it seems that is the next frontier of the US military.
It's basically a moral issue. There are some things you just need to leave alone. Surely one's mind should be sacred territory, free from outside infiltration? Not for the US military. They want to militarise everything. They want to own outer space, under the seas, the deserts, the phone and computer lines, the universities, and now, your mind.
Just because you can control someone does not make it ok. The issue boils down to human rights. People need to wake up and start to demand that human rights, the rights of the planet, the rights of life itself are respected. Otherwise this kind of evil will simply be allowed to run rampant.
You know you are in trouble...
.. when you are getting sued (by fellow Santa Barbarian) Jackson Browne.
For my friend Paul, who is offended by Brangelina
I actually really like Brad Pitt. He's given me endless entertainment, so what can I say. But my friend Paul is no fan of his or Jolie's, so for him, I am posting this.
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Obama politely declines to be Swiftboated.
Very impressive indeed: Point by point rebuttal to Jerome Corsi's smear campaign
Friday, August 15, 2008
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Crimes against nature
I had the day off yesterday, and because our original plans fell through, we headed to the aquarium in Yokohama, the "Sea Paradise." I had been expecting a pretty scientific educational operation, and found a circus. As we headed into a dark hall, I saw polar bears behind plexiglass with artificial daylight, huge walruses in the same conditions and penguins. My heart sank. This was the last place in the world I wanted to be.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
My life in the Military Industrial Complex
I served as a mechanic in the United States Airforce from 1987-88, before being released from my duties due to my critical view of the military. Anyway, I thought it might be fun to recount my experiences here, for your amusement and edification. Please stay posted, I will be adding to this post as time (and infant) permits.
In the meantime, let's meet the Pentagon's new spokesbot:
Pentagon's Unmanned Spokesdrone Completes First Press Conference Mission
In February of 1987, I was 22, I got on a plane and left Boston, where I had been studying, but had run into a fair amount of trouble (involving women and men with knives, just for starters). I returned to Britain, with my knife wounds and a healthy wariness of entanglements with members of the fair sex.
My mother and my friends were all happy to see me alive and in excellent health, but after a while, it became clear at my age I could not very well be hanging around the house all day. Britain being a welfare state (not quite Sweden, where my mother said that if you went there to sign on the dole, they would meet you at the airport in a limousine to drive you to the dole office), I went down to the dole office in Fulham Broadway and declared myself homeless.
They told me that if I could find an apartment, they would get the rent. I found a very nice place for about 500 quid a month, but then I did a few calculations in my reptile brain (utterly failing to see what a great deal I had on my hands). My simple calculations told me that as long as I signed on the dole, I would be eligible to have my rent paid, but that any job I could get could not even pay the rent, let alone allow me to live. Therefore, in my utter brilliance, I thought I would be better off enlisting in the US Airforce....doh! the stupidity.
If I had simply got myself in that apartment, finished my studies, my whole life would be completely different now. Well, too late to have regrets, but let me tell you, it does make a difference if you take the right or the left turn....
Anyway, regardless of the rights and wrongs of my decision, I found myself at RAF Mildenhall, which hosted a US squadron of bombers at the time. I spoke to the recruiter and made an appointment to come back up and take some tests. Later I went up with a handful of Brits who were American simply by dint of parentage, but British in every other way. My scores in the tests indicated that I ought to work with electronic gear, but seeing a bunch of Americans with M16s jumping into the back of a truck I thought that looked good and signed up to be military guard, or SP.
In any case, I found myself on a 747 with three or four of these other guys, and on my way to San Antonio, Texas.
Monday, August 11, 2008
Hollywood = United States Department of Propaganda?
"Perception Management" courtesy of Hollywood
Many of Hollywood's producers, actors and directors are putting in overtime to work the American public up into a racist, bloodthirsty frenzy, so that everyone can get behind the next big atrocity, whether it is invading a defenseless country (something which is a virtue when we do it, but a crime if anyone else does), or dragging innocent sons, husbands and fathers off to American run torture chambers where they can be stripped, hooded, raped and humiliated.
Films like "Rules of Engagement" and "300" are shining examples of Hollywood's Islam/Arab baiting propaganda.
Meanwhile, the real war against defenseless followers of the Islamic faith continues: Ruthless Siege of Gaza in its third year now
So we have a war on the ground, against Afghans, Iraqis, and Palestinians, with victims in the millions, and the propaganda war waged by Hollywood, to provide the necessary mind control in America so that people do not snap out of their trances and ask why our precious billions are being spent to anger, hurt, kill and injure Arabs and Moslems, who should be our friends.
Wednesday, August 06, 2008
Grieving babies.
Apparently around 1 year or so, babies get really, really attached to the primary care giver, in this case Sayuri. They can't stand being separated. I had read about this, but tonight I got first hand experience of it. Sayuri had planned to go see one of our friends who is performing in a stage show tonight. We knew it would be tricky.
Anyway, I managed to put Rox to bed about an hour after Sayuri left. But it was not long before she woke up. She started bawling, and would not stop. I thought she was just getting cranky, so I kept doing my work, then I figured it must be milk time, so I made her a bottle, but no relief. She was completely inconsolable. It finally clicked. She was totally freaked out that Sayuri was not here. They never are apart, and she must really believe, in her baby way, that Sayuri is gone, like forever. Just as they are getting to really bond, then Sayuri is gone! She has no idea Sayuri only went to the theatre. For all she knows Sayuri may never come back.
This is real grief. She just cried, and cried. When I finally figured out what was going on, I consoled her the way you would someone who has lost a loved one. It worked. We had understanding. She did finally drift off to sleep, but even in her sleep she is still grieving, heaving a sigh every 5 seconds. This is really intense.
I went through separation anxiety with my dad. I would have these dreams, the first one was when I was 8, every three years or so, that he had died, and wake up in tears. Then he finally did die, just like in my dream, when I was 21.
I just want to end this post with a real heartbreaker of a story. It seems elephants too become very attached to their mothers Real tearjerker of a story.
Saturday, August 02, 2008
Video on Ethical Environmentalism
My friend Poshak sent me this and asked me to post here click 'ere.


Neither can I.....

