Author: Dolores

Give Me Liberty…Or Else

Life & Freedom. Life is freedom. Or it ought to be. But mostly it’s not because life is also full of pretentious autocrats with a God or Guru complex that are forever telling us what is what, and what we should do, and think, and believe, and worship, and respect, and how we should speak, and dress, and behave, and have sex, and use the cutlery. And, if said pompous prats are Guardian sinecurists, they’ll instruct us (or try to, anyway) in the correct way to eat beans on toast. May they all get shingles!
https://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2017/nov/24/how-to-eat-beans-on-toast


Fish Tales

Fierce Fish. aka The Fish, the Plodder and the PR Chappie. Nothing much I can add that you can’t see for yourselves. The Fish’s name is Bellona, the Plodder’s is Diletta and her new baby is called Tarquin. The little PR gent’s name changes from client to client, according to necessity and his own very elastic ethics gradient. (This is, of course, for darling dead Iain Banks and his funky Minds. We still miss you, baby.)


The Unexpected

Fluke. This is as it says on the tin. It’s a fluke. A fortuitous event, perhaps even a small singularity, who knows. Press the wrong button, click on the wrong tab, a slip of the clumsy fingertip and Bingo!, the unplanned and the unforeseen manifest. This particular materialization I liked so much that I’ve hardly done any work on it, just pretty much left it as it came out of that black hole that is lady Luck’s capacious and ever-wise belly. Serendipity be thy name!:-) Have a spiffing week.


Sacred Rites

Red Spring.
Spring is here, oh, Spring is here.
Life is skittles and life is beer.
Tom Lehrer
Or it should be. And if it isn’t is our own fault for being so/such …………………. (enter offensive terms of choice here).
And so far it’s being the typical English Spring: cold, wet, dull and Tory-ridden.
But let us try & make it the best we can, be only only to annoy The Powers That Be. Dig out your Tom Leher, your authentic bootleg Russian vodka, your Tolstoy, your Bakunin and your Rachmaninov. Defy, resist, bite and dance (The Rite of Spring, what else?) naked in the garden (weather permitting). And, above all, stay sane. Grooviness, love and borscht to you all.


Hard Rain Dance

Exorcism BoogieWoogie. Aghast and incandescent, the Radiant Twins and their familiars, the Lofty Worms, have boarded the Avenging TeddyCloud and taken to the high heavens via the Vortex, in quest of The Voices of Uncomplicated Reason, there to dance the banishing Jive of Puncturing the Bubble, for to exorcise the craven, demented, all-pervading bunk that is currently strangling private* and public life. We shall join them shortly.
And here’s the straw that broke the Twin’s otherwise resilient back:

https://shadowrunners.substack.com/p/sweden-cancels-russian-yoghurt?s=r
And: *

https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2022/mar/22/russian-friend-putin-propaganda-facebook-ukraine-invasion
We are doomed, you know. Really and truly doomed. I can’t see a way to come back from this kind of fascistic balderdash. It’s here to stay. The Pantomic administered the first cut and this will complete the general lobotomy. The next generation will grow up without a fully-connecting brain, I dare say. And soon it’ll be either comply, fully and unconditionally, or is the wall for you, matey. Oh, well. Stick to Mehitabel. Now more than ever.
Ognuno sta solo sul cuor della terra
trafitto da un raggio di sole:
ed è subito sera.

Salvatore Quasimodo


Selective Hells

Demons Du Jour. aka The Bug’s Lament Part II, aka The Shape of Things to Come.
And it will get worse, I daresay. Even good old Mozilla and Duck Duck Go have joined in the hysterical scramble to establish their Russophobe credentials. Oh, well…
Black sable one day, next day it goes into hock,
but I’m here.
Top billing Monday, Tuesday you’re touring in stock,
but I’m here.

Stephen Sondheim. I’m Still Her
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Webs Of Deceit

The Spider & The Fly. ‘ere. In case you never knew or had just conveniently forgotten:
The United States engaged in forty-six military interventions from 1948–1991, from 1992–2017 that number increased fourfold to 188.
The United States has been involved in many military and clandestine interventions throughout its history. These interventions are done through well-coordinated military operations in response to developing situations or through clandestine operations; intelligence or military actions carried out in such a way that the operations go unnoticed by the general population or specific enemy forces. 
The 19th century formed the roots of United States interventionism, which was largely driven by economic opportunities in the Pacific and Spanish-held Latin America. The early decades of the 20th century saw a number of interventions in Latin America by the U.S. government. And since then the United States has continued to intervene in foreign countries through bomb attacks, sabotage and attempted regime change. (Victor Mochere)
https://www.thirdworldtraveler.com/Blum/US_Interventions_WBlumZ.html
A very good listing, sadly not up to date owing to the delicious William “Billy the Kid” Blum being dead.
https://findatwiki.com/List_of_United_States_foreign_interventions_since_1945
A rather charitably biased version of it. And misses the meddling with the Uranian “Revolution” of 2014 and the famous Victoria “Fuck the EU!” Nuland/Geoffrey Pyatt’s little inspirational exchange:
https://www.theguardian.com/world/video/2014/feb/07/eu-us-diplomat-victoria-nuland-phonecall-leaked-video
(Which has to be true, since even the Holy Guardian reported it, innit?)
Voila! The rest/more of the same you can look it up for yourselves…si le coeur vous en dit.


Static

Disgrace2

This is for all those two-faced interfering Guardians-of-Democracy gits wot live in glasshouses and persist in throwing stones. May you all get shingles!

Buddy you’re a boy make a big noise
Playin’ in the street gonna be a big man some day
You got mud on yo’ face
You big disgrace
Kickin’ your can all over the place
Singin’
We will we will rock you
We will we will rock you

Buddy you’re a young man hard man
Shoutin’ in the street gonna take on the world some day
You got blood on yo’ face
You big disgrace
Wavin’ your banner all over the place
We will we will rock you
(Sing it out!)
We will we will rock you

Buddy you’re an old man poor man
Pleadin’ with your eyes gonna make you some peace some day
You got mud on your face
Big disgrace
Somebody better put you back into your place
We will we will rock you
(Sing it!)

We will we will rock you
(Everybody)
We will we will rock you
We will we will rock you

(Alright)
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Mass Madness

Mediated Madness. A long, long time ago, around the time of the frenzy-whipping/consensus-engineering/war-dancing for the brain-sick, unjustified and thoroughly illegal invasion of Iraq, I was listening to the Today program (just to see what the enemy was up to, you understand) and a Big PunditMan (can’t remember who, nor do I want to remember…) said that hypocrisy was a wonderful thing. Imagine, he said, what a mess would it be if everybody went around saying precisely what they thought!
Indeed.
And so, here we are again. It’s no longer so much that we seem to be unable to learn from history, no matter how recent it may be, it’s that we are wilfully unwilling to even consider that the sky might have another side, that we (that is our masters and their interests) are NOT the “good guys” and that every US-promoted and/or backed “intervention”, either direct or by proxies, has brought nothing but unimaginable destruction and misery to the wretched intervenees.
Or perhaps this capacity to see the whole picture, the details, the fine particles, the nuances, the gradients and the subtleties, the rights and the wrongs, has already been bred out of the species. It certainly has from the MSM and its peripheral fauna. Instead, what rules the world now is the vapid, fatuous clear-cut dichotomy of the “either or”, the “you are with us or you are with the enemy”, the “us good, you bad” protocols. That and the Nixon Paradigm, of course: ‘If the president does it then is not a crime’ aka “Caesar can do no wrong”.
And don’t even get me started on the hysteria. If the MSM’s “coverage” of the Pantomic was hysterical (as well as intentionally inaccurate), the almost universal “reporting” of this caper has gone from hysteria to rabid frenzy. If the witch-hunt pushed by the MSM in the last Exercise in Terror was neurotic and shameful, this time the utterly one-sided harassment is beyond language. Oh, well…
And here’s good old Scott Adams, father of Dilbert and Dogbert and Catberg and all sort on groovy Bergs, on the subject of hysteria (back in 2017, no less!).

Have a spiffing, sane life…if you can get it. Love and blinis from The Wilderness.


Interferences

Siamese Trees. aka Cada uno en su casa y Dios en la de todos. For Ukraine 3.0, of course. And for Yemen and for Syria and for all the other wretched counties afflicted by the Masters of the Universe’s thirst for power and domination and meddling and demented delusions of ‘democracy’ exporting. Plague take them all! (The MotU, that is.)

Cada mochuleo a su olivo & Cada uno en su casa y Dios en la de todos. Old Spanish proverbs. Each owl to his olive tree & Each in his own house and God in all of them.