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Saturday, 1 November 2014

lesson 1

begins.
never mind that no one will ever manage anything as perfect for saturday morning, is for a quick clean, up the acoustics.

bless them....

So, having reached escape velocity the exact parabola
now that is weird and just goes to show.... I didn't know what parabola means.... it just seemed to fit.

let us get to the real business....

Friday, 31 October 2014

Silly me....Haul.....haul myself up....
PS silly you unless you have your balance, a paragraph or ten if feeling well fed and vitamins as they should be....
Out for another of the ten punctures a month you surte need a system ...to get through (then it feels not such a pain)...
bob over to prod the embers...
enjoy the arsey babe as she squauks en route her higher hill
(reminds me, not to self, hypocrite because ok absolutely tread lightly on my own private wildlife sanctuary for some dostance.... thankfully the medicine wimmin don't know where iot is to sit by my lakes at £50/hr.... with their customers
But, it is interesting, we must have really really been nasty to herons and especially the geese for quite some time for them even up so peaceful there for them to be so shy....
Even my one walk up there say every other day.....
As I appear, send lady heron up off from the shores she is so happily feeding up at....
which of course could be the straw that breaks her hungry neck ...
i wonder if the nature girls have that in their medicine cabinet... awareness that there may be some really not very good and many a generation known rather fuckin nasty side effects....

I shouldn't really, what is the rule? he would know..... After all he taught me that every single microbe, never mind disturbing the beasts at what they need, proof in being alive.... is connected, has a consequence...
And anything other than total awareness of that .... should never be for profit.



fourty yerars ago.....

someone merged, let himself down off the ubiquitous high horsey...

And let me into his shed... but there were rules...his rules....


"no matter what the malarkey, lad, up there at the big house, up there on the hill..... down here, we, you and me.... we just keep on, keep it ship shape.... keep on keepin on...
"keep it working, tidy enough... put everything where it should be....
"[you know i don't let any of them get to me]"



"follow my way, and most of the time we'll be set up to handle most that comes our way....


 (there's one before this, far far more revealing.... but you'll have to wait til the paywall is up...)

"pretty much everything needs a bit of adjusting and fixing... just part of life....

"But my shed, you gotta be organised..... no mattter what their mess is in the bank up yonder.....

 "and... assume generations below you will.... [hmm what... but it is winniong, 40 years on.... being there just to value the only respect that was ever earned from me in my life.... because it takes a real man to manage a youngun completely unsure of who the hell to be....]

respect the values handed down, maybe even resfresh and rennew them.... 
because because what, I am certainly no nihlist, and hope someone else will do exactly the same with my split pin box....another 50 years on...
But it is Up To Them....
And I am sure I have failed as he forever would delight in what good could be really made of these bits and bytes....
If only it werent for those buggers called, people.......

His medicine, worked.... whatever magic potion it was....that's all I know for sure, because ...well, TBC 



Oh yes, the price.....

never mind some dignity, and cause an effect the wrong side of the table you'll be assessed by privatised probation as personality disordered...
And a few other things.... we haven't even begun on yet.....

The price, in modern Anglo~American society, and I posit we're actually the worse of the two.... because we did know better, is that the only person in your life you have truly valued, which is what good attachments when younger are for, 17 years ago you go visit in his Zimmerframe ... still has  a massive warm smile for you, though....
Subsequent little footstamps, those with less good attachments perraps.... mean that you don't even have the time or cash left ...hahh oh yes comes back, will seem nowt to you but means all to me...
losat it now, fabulous thing that mind, even more fabulous thing the very best men, still state, we have not one single even half insight into what it might
Be....
Consciousness.
They cannot see.

Barrel was it? barrel on up.... it'll come back to me in free bath....
after free cooking....
No need for any gas or electricity other than for just jottingb here.... maybe for him in truth, who knows...
have the peace of mind once more ~ all the "buggers" and their thieves, to  have even made it back up not only see if he was chugginmg along ok, but assuming he gave his last splutter, even if I could never imagine it ~ only full of life, always... go have a moment at his last resting place.
Oh how he would have loved every minute.... every moment. All their madness, and all the time in the world, to listen....


and can't be bothered to write so Missspelled...
and show some immages....
(he would have said, at our morning mutterings around the tractor and trailor.... "so did you hear last night, [ff 40 years remeber to query, even if interviewed by George, of course so vain in his glory can't manage any more to think, as in ehhhh...now you say Matt and Nadine it is 1/3 of children lose all contact with dad, but is that 1/3 of the 40 to 50% who endup splitting up.....in which case it's actually a sixth, likely a bit less, or 1/3 of those who end up scrapping in courts which is far far less, or is it 1/3 of all kids which is a massive crisis indeed, evben if the middle stat is also guaranteed to destroy a million a decade, plus those unlucky enough to enconmtyer their damage...never forget how dangerous the dmaged are...because they know they can survive....hahh hahh jeremy Irons {stuck in asits amazing how many that quotye has been quoted at but I usually forget the acror's name... dont think this is for YOU...Ive only just begun and it has to be simplified.... ] ....  did you hear Mr X on the wireless with his, 'this is a terrible situation... 1/3 of the population are utterly fucked and in need of EU aid or the Un or yankee stromtroopers, by dint of being either killed or wounded in the ...dot dot fill in dots...'
"It is truly amazing how we get a lot of that nowadays ... in the old days we valued stats and would have said, that we understood that there is rather a  big diference between being dead and having a few fingers blown off by yet more illegal cluster bombs in Ukraine....probably supplied by US
and them...
"and that clustering two entirely diferent outcomes in one, is as mad as stating there is something halfway beween being preggers, and not....
"and all credit to them, you rarely hear a woman spokesperson inteligent enough to try that one on....
"that seems almiost ubiquitous, and in my day Robin Day or even the lowliest media man may have halted the proceedings and had a huff....

 You will always be hurt if your parent was removed and there was no valid reason. Be that in some Northern bleak docklands... or in nice borderland countryside ....
Curiously the stats you never hear are how many went mental because their dads were actually bombed in the line of duty protecting the motherland in say WW2... cos it didn't cause it...
But most of literature, even now focuses on the never~needed~to~be~so.... of parent/kid...

I was lucky, best of both worlds, alcoholic (even if well hidden by one of the first to grace Jaeger for men, and lots of aftershave on dodgy dough...) effete fool... from whom to learn in time, by dint of the other man in my life.... that in the longer run my memories of the humble man, sat there most evenings pooring over his BBC Horizon docs...and Readers Digests... learning, even into his 70s learning...always wondering at the world he could no longer even wander in by dint of legs gone...stuck in the small flat....still bold, solid, memories cast iron intact...
Even if his "eccentric" motor hadn't much left .... but hell I respected him!
Just for that alone.
Perhaps you only really need one love in your life, especially if you are lucky enough to have discovered what it is: pateince, sharing, gradually, the role of mentor....and in what matters, too.
because it has lasted a lifetime, thank you Mrs Jones....
When all others have not.

But love is too fancy a word.
Whatever it is, whatever it should be.... lives on in just a few objects..... symbols. And no not signs, just directions.... even better, example.

oops... he would have laughed.... "this kiddie~named computer spelling program, well [not a hint of bitterness nor arrogance] ... bit like those foreign motors [then] ... so full of faults, well.... I shall keep my old thing trundling along forever til.... theyve fixed it....." ut I'm too lazy to drag it all over to W'03  ..and back.....I do enough of that elsewhere for a lifetime...
Even if it's my duty....
And doing your duty, is all there really ever was..... eventually.

so good for Miss fuckin...oh yes footstampy stuff, ... it is time to in god old fashioned language, quite adequate for the job...put your foot well and truly down with a resounding firm thud. especially if you quite like pasties. ..






So, the disabled are sold to yankeeland

(that really should be fun....

Which is only surprising in that they gave Atos the first pull of the leg

You think I am jealous of the neo fighters.... the purple tinted and mobile masses who slithered down from Midland cities or their even more infected Southern skinned variety.
Wrong.
One crime I could never in a million years bring myself to commit is exactly what these types by almost default manage to get away with daily....

It is all of course deep deep down connected to West Coast yankeeland, the con~o~sir may have just managed to have stayed above by dint of mixing in enough gritty Canadian or even froggy hard~life Bonnioe and Clyde genuine, life~don't~change~much and sure as hair dye grows out and leaves yucky roots, it is your inner journey to be on the mission to figure out what's right and wrong and your own conscience vis limited resources especially who may have earned the right to more

But the philosopher [hand up Mr Billington] of course knows that maybe it is better to be employed at unlawful rates than those that no economy could ever sustain, unless there is a huge reboot off on a different tangent.
But it is that word "law" ~ the more you listen to the Joshuas and the other spinners of lizard~poo you realise it is ridiculous never mind steal a little and they put you in gaol, steal a billion and they make you king... (c, the problem, with his lack of consistency, cos its this romantic luv thing that is maybe .. hmm was Dante Juden? )
the thing is you cannot go around claiming one or other legal protection when actually ...
Well, lets get back to the point.... Neo~liberal, laissez~fairrrrruhhh (all that truly turns me on a bit of muttering to self in Froglais, but going large on the hard bits)
West Coast America with these teenage terms, by an adult, a philosophical person, who may get both sides,  may just translate into you really do have our cake and eat it too, when not at your healing clining as user or provider... when back home is a local person cleaning the crumbs up you too fa to bother with...at less than legal ~ ehh surely one of the top laws, minimum legal wage.
You see I've known quite a few of the spacegoddess variety, whom.... well it is not only that they ignore such law whilst adhering to lovely fluffy Westcoast fairrruhss.... but add in the fact there's rarely any holiday pay, they always make sure when they go bust wevery few years they leave a few months unpaid...never mind of course never any pension....
And as for expressing valid opinion via the trade union...
That would of course get in the way of the Lacy boots, dancing with joy at having provided below~legal minimum employment criteria for their staff....even the unions of West Coast America may have murdered for, before the fuckin space cadets took over.... with their sneaky ways.

I have absolutely no problem with the state stating, most work is just making work, for NHS bureaucrats even, long down the line... so stay at home, reduce your footprint, on 100 quid a week, flat rate, no more, ever, and you have to be a citizen to claim it, and free genuinely medical intervention. And if you are too stupid to look online or at Goldacre, or here, for prevention advice, fuck off and die, and it is government's job to arrest and massively fine all fraudsters such as the doctors who tell you to give the nipper cowpol. or antibiotics...  

Much industry even back in the golden days of the post 45 boom, was in fact seeded by dodgy economics of the buy~now~pay~later flavour, of course we cannot stop, but was also to a certain extent used in producing materials still for dodgy purpose, and anyway huge dollops of the profits stayed in Switzerland or Sark, and when slipped over to StMaarten or arts....always will.  And then, they ("they" they) did as one discovered slowly mid lastdecade.... figure that relationship breakdown, fighting over cash'nkids, never mind the two fridges you may need when one did.... is the way to artificially inflate need, further...now we needed little.

Neo liberal con, and fair lazy.... lead to the sense of entitlement for one particular fat 50something .... I think there should be a case study on, to offer even without thinking, an illegal wage.... to spend many a day cleaning up the slobbish mess (big house) left.... by dint of various disability payments... trickling down to the illegally employed, when had fatslob just done her own cleaning between shopping trips and ripping off slightly older chaps... she wouldn't need the employee in the first place, because she would be able to get out of bed, which is an illness linked to the conscience ~ people who know they are to blame, largely don't want to face it ~ their shit life.

I may have plenty of arrests, but am very proud to know that I never stooped to even thinking fora millisecond of ripping off the one person you do not, ever... well, within the law: an employee. Or am I bad, depriving someone of work by dint of my silly old fashioned East Coast puritanism, and wisdom that people ALLways take advantage, especially of something so vague as Zappa, vibrations from the beach, the whole ridiculous born~again project of the 60s.... . which by the way was fake as there has always been plenty of shagging behind the bike shed/ in Lady C's potting shed.... where you'll also find the oilcan with which to ease open even the most ancient supposed chastity belt...

It's today, that so downtrodden, and that is just by their personal dole adviser, never mind the Prince's Trust offering fraudulent false hope via websites and text (i have copies, treble backed up... plus tapes... )....so downtrodden and overwhelmed are our 20somethings... and quite likely scared of a bonk down to the higher than ever chances of arrest ... just for that ordinary bonk...
Not only can they not afford to replenish the oil can...
they really wouldn't want to anyway...


But back, to greatness... to, what, I am not sure there is even a word. Inamin if  can be bothered. because that really is it. My lands become monetised for your cure, all the fuckin slags round here can think of their lack of imagination...
When actually its exactly those kind of dreadful monetisers you wander up even Brecon Beacon's highest peaks to get away from....

A good wander up a hill or two, has been standard practise for all sorts of reasons since humans were invented...

Now, I wonder what my old man would have made of this.....

You see, well, THE price..... there is only one really...

The perfect, in all aspects, renaissance man, is an oldish fella ~ big, huge, loves his grub, he grows himself, with a bit of a nod to Blott~ beret curious headwear, but it is the motor, the ultimate nod to I will~be~me.... 75% pollyfilla, lovingly layered upon layer year after year... the old Morris. Not for any nowadays all the Marches is is a place where no one is intelligent enough to figure old motor rallies cough out loads of smoke, never mind pollute the environment with elitism~all they really wish to sell (insert photos, lots) ... pure Heath R, of the lowly eccentric variety...
A kind of love.

Now, the atomised surfer, funded by perhaps even still driven by... the plonk.... good for her! (good for her, lost loyalties are sad but I win, jolted back to the letterbox when maybe I maynt..is good. Period) takes me back ....to his letters next to her great ones. But then the 80s happened.

All kids, all young adults perhaps only need the one, in fact I would say almost certainly only need one.

Inabit, and this isn't sentimentality. I don't trust, never have.... sentiment. And neoliberal was far too grandiose a word for just maintaining some balance class/petit bourgeoisie/western mil~ind complex/and class...upheld by ignorant prejudice





 




But you think it doesn't matter.

Well I beg, to differ.... because what is utterly fascinating is that no one [is allowed~god they're fierce] dissents...even suggests that, well it is a bit complicated for one spat out midmorning rant, which is pastiche on what you may think because I actually think. And observe.
There is a whole class of people who squeal "injustice, we have a bum deal", and there is the whole class of middle [slight pretence at just a tad upper, as in have the knowledge the likes of you and I don't ~ that special insight into the eternal which used to be called astrology is for dickheads]  other ex townies....
Who in fact are the ones who should maybe be indeed ensuring local councils, schools, coppers, courts espesh aren't so corrupt their masonic heads must so laugh at the easy ride they have...

And then there are the homebred, girls.... well, interestingly almost to a one, they aren't, really.... they were bred elsewhere and their parents moved over for the Good Life 30 or 40 years ago...
many aren't that academic,and then they get into their 30's..realise ehh that don't look too good ...and take up all sorts of yes alternative nonsense, and therapies and

(fuck off with your countryside therapy yes... these days 25% of local adverts for therapies are now walking in the swamps for cash as no one can afford the homoeopathy any more... except the Queens of thievery...and that is 25% of a hell of a lot of adverts...paid for by your WTC... )

The more likely homebred, gosh how they squeel daily delight on their facebooks, at some philosophy from some Indian thief or Mooney in other clothing.... and of course manage to squeeze in every 5th post some silly new fad they're on a margin, of, Or is it for? .. except of course there is rarely direct cash handout.... kind, is payment too.
Which is fine, all trade is artificial.... deep down, except a hunk of meat or bag of nuts if you are in the 10% left who won't die if you eat them....

But I shall tell you one thing, this "therapy" bandwagon, which infact is THE main way of managing to screw the Tax Credit system...
cos no one is gonna pay a sustainable existence for yoga classes...
but of course its much nicer than real work (delib pastiche, I wouldn't like to spend my days pretending to care~ that's POISON. to all that matters, one's own soul, spirit, karma, mania, whatever...no jolly good walk up the hill will cure)

It is so pernicious, not vis cash spent on ridiculous mandalas false remedies or mooncharts.... but by dint of distracting the energy of theoretically fine people who may march on London and have it closed down and rid of American rapists, otherwise known as thieves of our public money which should be spent on nurses, not managers...
And pornographers, and drug dealers otherwise known as bigF...
And dreadful educators ~ the revolution will not be on twatter because they can't even manage to spell the basics such as they may be found....

And then it also causes so much bitterness, because all attempt at healing will in the longer term, fail. And there is only one cure, which is ....
tbc
It is too important not to spend a book, a whole one, just on one miracle, except it isn't of course... that's the point.



medicated~man, and gee gee.....

talk about smug.
Now, many a year there has been one actual force of nature which, well..... rankled, within.
Essentially one just laughs, if it wasn't actually such a stomach clenching bore ~ and you are out there, in the "community" i.e. hanging out a bit in dells and other spots quite nice where folk may gather for a bit of music and in the case of almost everyone around an overdose of sugary substances, usually in this neck in the form of alcohol and mixed sugars, otherwise known as cider ~ and gradually over the years a load of dregs colonise ...oops lost her, well in fact there are two types (and a third younger variant emerging....even on farming today which used to be  a man thing before...well),
oops lost her; imagine a fat rather pallid woman who used to live in Birmingham or nearby; reaches 40, the usual chunk of stolen money that the female of the species specialise in, and that is fine, except be honest..... and then the real man of the Marches may actually value you.

But they come over here once they have the cash stashed to live in their car for a bit, after all it all costs, and gradually figure out how if they go a bit alternative, spout crap like

(when actually complicit by dint of...hmm what was that great line, ehh summat like do nowt you are just as complicit...)
Dye the hair purple, (eat even more sugar than ever before which is what all those country preserves they end up specialising in for rustic charm and guilt~free profit...) and develop one or other lines in selling one or other of the varied mystical greetings card, ehh and all the other claptrap which peaks a little this time of the year...
Dye their hair back...and forth....

But then one never for a moment was tricked by their treats.... ehhh.... they just never existed except in the fuck~off~back~to~the~town if one could be bothered to even think of them... unless one is reeled in by accident.

(what is interesting is these days they give up almost any pretence, it is fascinating after years of pretending to be really very pious, buying cheap land abroad to avoid YUK planning law via easyjet which of course was never a tenner a ticket... and avoid other responsibilities such as the kids spending hols with both parents.... has become the Facebook thing to show off....
No matter how many save fucking Gaia groups they also subscribe to, for show....)

But, except for one illusion, well, one, me~one, avoided. ("petrol goes back up in line with the usual ratcheting and they'll find that the twice ~a~month city~fix is untennable, and its not like they're here for the peace and quiet of the solo hillwalk tramping... because a regular up and down LLanigon's very finest Black~Mts~bound drovers path [the kind they may feature on the postcards they may artfully knock up, to sell] never actually show any footprints in such shoulder seasons of mud, than mine...]
There is only one reason to be here, being there are no actual rustic philosophers, and of course wimmin revert to magazine~created type, never ever (hmm over 20 years maybe one known)... actually appreciate being stuck, i.e. resident, year in and out just with nature, and simple living when perhaps the snows cut you off a few days....
Which makes you. Is the only reason to remain in an area such as this... as everything else is a truly revolting attempt at creating something for themselves and the tourists via their sales drives, that simply never existed.


Anyway, one type, of as usual, wimmin, did bother one ~ inside. With their must~fix guilt trip which of course hmm whats that doctor word for a symptom showing in ?...presents I believe,
The variety which has the free pass, based on nothing real, but is a free pass to proto~authentic simple coutryperson existence even if their winter boots are even more expansive than the variant mentioned above  ~ the horsey type. Of course the true ruthless businesswimmin even if iot's all so well hidden.

But, know a few of the right (fake) gypsies, more townies of course, potsmoking druggies who play victim by dint of poor me living in my horsebox, living off disability and dope(not actually bothering, as usual, to go visit the children 100 miles yonder, despite the bleating injustice and tears to the local lay legal...petrol is petrol, dope is... as expensive~ a real man has no choice to make), and... if I get good at some horsey basics, well I'll sort of be accepted....

Anyway you may at least end up with the best kind of nag there is, a fine, tough, no~maintenance Welsh Mountain gee gee....
But then you enter the world of the true controllers~ they hid well, they had even me fooled, indeed did feel real guilt in the pancreas... when parrot like they attack "[you are scum] ehhh... not having that thing near any of mine unless you've medicated and quarantined for months... all those nasty worms it will have.... at £30 quid Ive got to spare per nag and if you haven't you are, bad... "

Except FF, today.... how wonderful to hear that very last sacred cow, rotten as their fancy boots will be one day....
"ehh.... not only have we been madly overmedicating, such that the gee gee worms are developing immunity, potentially serious.... 80 odd percent of them never had worms in the first place [which rather belies the demand by the nasty control freaks of the nagging world of price of entry is high] ... "
(you have simply no idea how fiercely miserable such people were/are (being they're so thick I'm sure it will take many a year for that bit of fact to work its way into their brains as the slowest worm...)

But then, same program.....
ALLways.... a woman, there is this new breed I have been following, and investigating...always female....
They've found a new ruse.... perhaps the runes rather overcolonised...
"come to my nature school [local auth grants available~just of late, its astonishing how they've tuned into that vibration, that of the cash falling into their pockets if they get in faster by powerpoint than ordinary locals born and bread who may not be quite as tech~savvy vis the online app]
  ... and we're branching out into, nature school for grown ups....  where we will sing round the campfire, as folk have been doing 100s of years for fun, before crap words like wellness wellbeing or even medication were invented....
"And we all self~medicate ourselves via a bit of a meander or picnic in nature...."

Oh yes... oh yes......
Pity the poor farmer who may actually have to listen to this vomit to get a bit of real info a farmer may actually need hidden in between Caz's oer some other such as they're all the same....fucking garbage....
I do not listen any more to farming Today..... unless it's on Russian telly....but then I don't watch telly so no more media almost ever....
I know all I ever needed to say....no


 

 


So ... they paid their bill, ehh....


Thursday, 30 October 2014

There is however one reason I do know why we need even Max keiser's revolution.... one thing we do need back.
Yes, maybe certain individuals didn't actually value said trait.... But there was one aspect to being that Great Britain did indeed have to export to the world that was undoubtedly a force for good rather than Mrs Assad's gem habit; there was once that kind of kindly "attack" that was kindly, and that was by definition not self~aggrandising or even narcissistic in truth, just different, and different with "good" purpose if anyone can truly discern it, in intent.....
Eccentricity. Not self publicity.....

 (hahh Ive just noticed..... this one didn't do the Lady Grey jeft at mine..... but, "diplomat" Earl, no less.... )

ehhrr where was I... before so rudely interrupted, yes eccentrics, Mr Robinson,

(Eureka, a name!...even if I don't believe in eureka... no on ehas one, they don't exist...they are defined in a process.... the Teasmade Economy..... The Marches became just a load of lonely old scowly men  trawling the charity shops for teasmaids that they can flog off on ebay for a few tenners having paid a quid.. throwout the kind of middle aged woman who finds the region last resting place having fucked over 3 or 4 hubbies in slightly more enlightened regions, for their house full of tarnishing pewter, will have it no more.... no one cares here what morals you may not have had... )

yes, topsyturvy

(I didn't put it in this way around)
A level 1 from today....

Now, I am not a revolutionary, but have always been authentic ~ almost. I did give up everyones' fantasy job/ gypsy existence, fifteen years ago, for several reasons but one of two main: One simply cannot countenance 1000 litres of gas for one or two or three fat businessmen, or popstar's tarts... to trim an hour off the overall London to LaRochelle ... when in fact amortised over a few journeys it rarely is much of a time saver at all, especially if you arbitrage in the massive time cost in earning the thousands per hour ...

And even if I would have encountered it elsewhere, I encountered Sir David King a few rows back at Mr Florence's little gathering of hypocrisy was it 2007?  David likely one of the majority had a car sent to him down South rather than get a train ticket sent ion the post. And as few years later, it becomes a landrover.  Where I heard from the horses gob simple numbers, the maths... couple of hundred per million, becomes 4 or more likely five...just like that. And that is before the Bricks (isit) took off. Which clarified rather one of the absolutes....

Now, having had time ~ because you must make time, if you have it, to do a little more research.... one does discover what discovered some 15 years earlier.... in person, the absolute arrogance of the Labour Grandee ("queues...for little people"). So, in short, Labour began the industrial Thatcherisation of YUK including all that rather childish propaganda which sets the agenda even today... so if David was supposedly their man,and spreading such pro precautionary principle pro~propaganda...better believe it.  


The research, isn't it strange, this whole thing called "Russian Television" I never even encountered, but doesn't surprise much: various younger bouncy ADHD versions of Tariq Ali (and Cockburn, on IS ~ all you need to know, and trust)or Pilger.... real journalists.  But they are wrong with their gimmicks, even Mr Galloway.... should dress like me rather than something out of Topshop.... Ghandi lasted, George....
Anyway forget the rest, hahhh quite a smug moment, because being cave~dwelling, pure
"you won't hear this on the BEEB [me never research elsewhere because the enemy is fun] ...but real inflation has been 8% for years...." c Max
But what even the effete Max won't manage to factor in, is those bottom 20% all the other about 20 or 30% are sure as rotten eggs smell also going to slip towards..... is that simple economics are that if you are on of the 10 or 20% who get council tax reduction, bet it's more in fact,,,, your bill went from zero to a hundred plus just like that a year or so ago ("16%" of the full rate)... then it "may" go up to a "minimum" of 24%
....minimum ehh..... ehhhhh not only are the economists rather stupid to have omitted such things, and in fact REAL intangibles which actually are very tangible for example if you have a fairly ordinary court matter, need to get a transcript of the garbage spouted in lower courts, especially magistrates it is often laughable....
to get proper justice via appeal, of course The Mail would call that playing the system.... grown ups call part of the ordinary justice system...even if it shouldn't be necessary.
Anyway, 7 or 8 years the fees per hour of (essential to your wellbeing) of the transcriber have something like doubled...
And then there are things like...well lots.

The problem is, people aren't educated..... The French revolution, where we are going..... was quite a few years of nastiness, chopping bits off people, and all sorts of hunger and misery.
And then there is the fact that proportionate to population numbers...we have far far less of a standby food supply; and a hell of a lot more lethal weaponry here and there; and a hell of a lot more crims who may get let out early, and pissed.... And even funnier, all your mobiles will sure as the £1.09 economy butter at COOP sells twenty to one over the so called ordinary....  not work. Nor of course will your web. King Louis in 1780whatever could not go out there wholesale and bump off all the individual couriers, and buggies galloping the Beacons... up high, down dale...
With a few off switches Cameron can.

But, all that.... well even moderate people seem to death~wish revolution.... poor people will be lumped with and suffer I should imagine more, as per....
And then the beyond such measures like me, will be bored whilst everyone else realises the next ten boring years they never actually had any friends who could spell loyal, allies or solidarity and that drug (any dependency, any...and that  atowell refreshed for a few days outside between uses can last a year....and you feel so smug in such circs...) free is always lovely....

Today's pic....hmm maybe that's the way, a pic a day, building up...or down, whatever your way of translating life....
A pic a day, but I have so may to share and what with Foxton's something like 70% down in a year or so......ehhh..... I bet the party is just about to be regatecrashed by a load of oligarchs who got used to their entitlement .... even if they don't have Russian accents.

Blah do blh.... not interesting, today's pic (still just watering) should be more interesting,in fact should be a real life but a cartoon would do just as well.... just google "bimbo blond [50 something] picture " and pick one with very  prominent red lipstick...

How curious, it is like La la land... there you are at various rather little~people greenish gatherings....where of late there is a definate smugness of "hey look at the super website and it was even set up by a UKIP dick to disprove we can run the UK on renewables...up to 15%...."  

Except, there is one little fraud...rather massive actually to all the [above fraud, and]  "most people dont realise that 40% of all UK emissions is through unlagged roofs so its dead easy to fix [at 100 grand a go as its a full bodywarmer you need~moreon this later] ...
Take, the loads~a~new~motors...on the roads...  the unquestionable loadsa~clothes; tech gizmos [ok more recycled but still] .... just loads more stuff.. which the rubbish collection data confirms.. COOP even, even he says! COOP clearly has two or three times more packaging than even 5 years ago...

Huge amounts more stuff, IKEA and stuff and I diodnt leave it in italics....  stuff...
very little of which 
this peeing me off enough
very little of which is made here ~ we make PR, fraud, orphans, people sick, fakery, and powerpoint fakery.... but very little else (not quite true actually were about 6 or 7 in rankings but thats stuff like Jags and other stuff ) ..stuff, 400 tonnes p.s. of antibiotics fed to animals... stuff especially since all our EE friends came over many more tons of mascara and they sure need a loada foundation to cover up the junkfood blemishes...

But one thing is for ceratin. (hahh typo, ...apt).. that all the emissions created in creating especially the lower end stuff.... that isn't made here.... are not, probably cannot be, factored into us outsourcing our larger~than~ever~before ....
And someone really should wipe their smug fuckin arrogant rubbish off their faces
As has been known many years, Britain effectively outsources much of our emission~rich activity. And it is racist to for a moment assume other than those to whom we have exported such activity, won't themselves aspire to exactly those lifestyles they manufacture and call~centre commute to handle, for us...so where will their emissions as they develop get outsourced to, exactly?

However there is only one thing that really matters for certain.... I do my long~evaded duty of seeing how one can perhaps contribute to the game~changing [uck, just for fun], thge nudge, because no one has the nous to actually understand you need LAW to prevent the next 80 10 acre chicken factories planned for herefordshire, that DO cause phosphate levels to mushroom, in the rivers supposedly valued....
there should be a pic of the ultimate bimbo..... who conned me and my team, for several months... that she, unlike "all the others" is a doer, dissatisfied with what they don't do..... so is welcome to my "cultural capital"
Until is spied, well a bit more than that..... is pretending [at £500 quid worth of refurbishment products never mind the effluent they create] to be 35.... get a bit of younger cock who'll only get it up for the keratose~blond, now she's bored with her husband and their little business.... and her look which just a few days ago was committed "vegan" local nice woman all lots of natural holey fabrics...who cares about her local environment..... and all the other things she says just so as she is socially accepted at what has simply become yet another way of the bored consumerist class consuming ... everyone elses time, cos they need some new social activity.... when that was all it ever was....

Funny, Ive known a few of them..... somewhere else before
Are women not aware that in past times, all, was one day, sadly quite chaotically, held to account....
And revolutions are not really modernisable, especially when the mob gets bored there being no signal... ever .... they always have been, quite standard, hypocrites from past profligate sections.... get it in the neck.

Now, I do not even agree with silly Green Party policies of everyone gets a tenner an hr no matter what.... but I don't think it is very fair when all the County chiefs....one way or another hold on to much of their earnings...
when the bottom 20% is facing such rises...on top of busfares going up 20%.... for the 70% of services left...
On top of the actual 6 week wait to see an actual doctor rather than a nurse way way out of his trembling~finger depth as he flicks the pages of the poisons book otherwise known as what to prescribe....

Anyway, nice things now ~ depression? well you've a 98% chance of the state'll tell you to fuck off.... I won't indeed am here to cure you. SIC.
Think that 47...all your best sexual moments in the past, read on.... Think that you will never move on, from the loss of the only reason to....live on
do come back.  
Think that despite smoking exactly the same rate of tobacco all adult life ...you cannot be facing a winter in ruder fitness than ever before by far...without one wasted penny in a gymnasium, solar booth or holistic homoeopath....
do read on....
Think that you benefit more by your complete and utter crippling meanness not to ever (except one weird moment someone put £10 in my paypal, email address as above, and took it back same day!) .... fund the writer crowd or otherwise.... well, read on to find why you are sadly mistaken and that I benefit immensely, in fact am here only because you are to a one so fucking mean, and meanspirited.... and I do not lie.
I have never been stronger, more imaginative, and more perfectly desk~clean, tax return IN!!! - 10 min to go....even if the zeros all 87 of them made up.... who cares, they've not enough investigators to ever bother  99.9999999999% of the 6 million now self "employed" for £53 a week WTC.....
Despite even...my one "friend"...fucking off to Switzerland.... without even subbing me back that money I spent on his phone so I can spend even more of my money calling it

I have not been in absolutely pure organisational zen state...never mind absolute clarity like never before ~ it is so lovely to know what is what...... because it didn't change.

For half a decade... exactly.... when there was a fresh start, unwished for but ...all welcome in the end.

When I wrote one short note in my always fabulously organised todo's.... hahh that one I did...
just doing your todos.....
Maybe that's all that happiness really is.






Wednesday, 29 October 2014

apostate, that's the word I was after a day or two ago.... hahh, don;t think I don't take the project seriously. Or care.

You'll be lamenting those nice froggies...

..... gone
MAXIMus..... hahh hahhh.... you get what you pay for. And putting so much into the coffers of the Gufstream makers, via the complex backdoor, even in a little Tavern in the Marcher lands you will hear small business talking of Sark operartions control. Of course Britain is whore

Tuesday, 28 October 2014

The times didn't in fact change at all.....
In truth, they won....

And no one broke the stockade of the jury, mapping the whole thing into earning a .....

All I know this should be the moment of glory that whilst busy conquoring the arts, early 60s as simply everyone then piles in after....I survive. To live off those sheckles. As an act of irnonic retribution......


%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% pweercent yes thats all it will be and those fine Central Europeans, the ones who aren't Romany of course and forever ...

Who cares. Not my problem.....
YOU all just tire me....so back to what it's always all been about.
Why, the child of today, has no functional bicycle to wander the byeways and buggy tracks....



Indeed as the rabbi (I thought he'd retired and off there planning his last holiday on the lumpen sum as they've been doing for about 3k years.... ) proves, how wrong, and how.... what hmm?


Never forget, ("is this the hottest year?" ... exemplifies ~ anyone with a parsley patch, or a bicycle where gloves may be necessary winter, knows the gloves haven't been needed much, you don't need data, to know that years by chance sometimes have an earlier spring, sometimes a South European summer blown up this way in the later autumn.), never ever forget the machine. Some attention seekers, their hobby predicting via clever phrases, may use the term neo~feudalism, not even worth quotes. Just as the geeks around their 100 million quid super~computer may indeed predict a strorm a few days earlier, but they won't predict whether or not it will pour down one end of the bus route or the other, or miss.
Which is a perfect smiley metaphor for, there is a bus route, otherwise known as the machine which blindly trundles on as the business of the region, the owners chat up the council and reporters in such a waqy that the PR looks like they care. But one thing is for sure, no one will know where the flash floods cover the route.
And rather than, in the old days.....(hahh that is the answer to darker day gloom) ... a jolly good power cut was excuse to suspend belief in ...well, what you're meant to believe in, and get down to some good ole mating if you are that wonderful man camouflaged
(no one speaks of that, that maybe black people evolved to be camouflaged at night when belying common paralance of red Indians raising the OK corall at Dawn indeed it was always at night, they ain't daft... so if it wasn't for the accident of gunpowder the naturally~camouflaged were indeed at one point superior...)
rather than look at the ops to sneak your teen~lover in unnoticed, even easier if camouflaged, or just do nothing at 5am other than sit and starre at the embers.... they'll all be running around looking for wifi signal nicked off some pub or hospital with their own genny. And then blabbing via wifi that theyve found wifi to blab via wifi...

I predict, young people ain't daft, spending 100 mil on a supercomputer for the never ending so called expert (never forget that is what so silly YUK became when the Pakkis and rest took over the shopkeeping departments.endless bossy experts with one rediculous prediction after the next)  to achieve almost nothing, rather than spend it on libraries and youthclubs. Just as starving Southerners will flock North in even more colourful and noisy formation than the Snow geese, South... those with melancholia will raise up demanding more than the 1.5% of council spend, ehhh espesh when for about 20 years that promise has been rather empty...
So debunking wonkiness is the big moneyspinner, good job I bought shares innit some time ago...
It is all going to get even more interesting..........
Please do note this channel first (I would say almost certainly exclusively first) .... predicted that all those people supposedly self employed...ehhh... I mean take the average small market hall. One sees no sign (I notice..and note... why? no idea...just, sort of born to it.... the wonderful byproduct of a silly family... and one great guide) of all that nation of busy litte entrepenuers....
Aren't.
And .... gosh it is going to be fun the next year as gradually the whole charade woven of biodegradable baloon string....
Will be as if never even existed.



sat, up, five

Fifty years....
You realise that change takes so long.

hahhh "perhaps there's something wrong with the barrell...."


Monday, 27 October 2014

Poor Max

(he came via a fine Herman, wonder who is in front. his famous law or mine.... sometimes, for art, one is allowed to wander the hallowed corridors of The Royal Courts of just ice....with his spliff in hand...)

Max Keiser is it spelling wise, who cares.... with his "happiness" ~ never mind my addendum, economics is such a  fantasy project that really it should be universally consigned along with history of Art in the bin.

Ergonomic, sociology (of course even if a man of the scythe, lifelong, for freal which means privately where no one is there to observe the quiet enjoyment of the work done, and no noise, and deft way with the tip..of the blade....what the crwman was designed for....but no one these days could see.... ) lifteime a battle with: hmmm, is sociology wortn studying properly? Answer just as invaded by ragwort as the FMRI ... ) especially as happiness is considered worthy of study and law nowadays.
because the very word is only cliche...
I am not happy. A thing called happiness is only there alongside a notion of it~is~surprising~I~am surviving this shit without falling into huge abyss...
All else is just rather bored simplistic internal narrative
And I supose a smugish internal narrative of ok I played the game, as required, takes you to the point of not even caring if there is a missed call on the mobile....



so lets get working on the backcopy..... cos all up to now just cant for the sake of treading the waters.... that broke some time ago. And that is all that matters.
Soon....

The only ilusion, that all copy back was backed up....cos it weren't ~ even if the why is the interesting bit... otherwise every word a fact.
Furthermore all will indeed be tested ~ all, it is truly sad that newbies cannot trust and Ogle only of coursemakes it worse...
or maybe better, because left alone in the truly ultimate sort of limbo around the circle of lacuna ... you figure what you need (to, not by dint of! ever...nothing, is indeed paradise ~ except the Buddhist version just another duff version). All.

The team will soon, launch on the unsuspecting world...well what exactly I'm not sure of how to term it or give it some word... but it will at least be accredited jounalism.... and that is that.


Oh yes, ehhmmm..... wonder if it will work, I am almost sure from that glint in her eye she thinks I'm some kindof new prophet... I mean it was perfect, magnificent....
Prophets need travelling expenses....
And real prophets unlike and this IS interesting a whole several generations hooked on this travel thing without any of us thinking about the actual years on consequences...its almost like  a new species created Eloi and Elohim was it...cant remeber Huxley blah blah silly druggie pants the real future is ten times less melodramatic, tenm times more dangerous...
And real prophets never want to go anywhere, because to be prophetic you have to be perfectly content with every moment of your daily existence here now, always...no matter what (they assume dot com)

Not that the acolytes or whats the other word ehhmmm the nasty one, ehh i forget... can ever listen to the fundamental message, that every single ation an ACT ...designed only for one purpose, one simplest thing thats the red line... very young people are not only all I like but if you can entertain them so wonderfully and it so good for them..... no matter what goes on in the world of any adults....ANY!!...
fabulous Kate taught me it is only about THEIR future.... each new day, each new texts....

Anyway, Mormon cash..... (*)
As the hidden camera captured.... cash off the ones who secretly are so adamant on their cut its untrue...
(*) detail may just once be changed to protect her identity for being so rather great and even offering up the name of  a certain organisation who most people sneer at her stating they were important.... awareness raising


And then there maybe one day will be the Kant

...so much to do...
Therein lies it all really, politics comes full circle, even if that is the ultimate cliche of a silly little beast.
If I ever get beaten up again by a pipeman (hmm, yes, hmmmm drugs, that is what it became all about and you can never deprogram the subconscious such that the user will be expecting themselves to go nuts one day, as that fine I shall never forget the propoganda machine of Reefer Madness, and that is a fact. [gosh, versions... never even listened to that one before - til you have to eat off it, so many delights left].. drugs... the scourge, the excuse, simply the time waster ~ that little demon that is up inside, and don't ever believe otherwise, burrrowed into the poor head of even the sporadic binger [they all are]...simply delaying ordinary development ~ that little tug to the trouser leg of "well you just may be  alittle bit dependent no matter what I tell everyone else, especially the legal man who is here hiked his own wat atop my hill, my so many so called friends too not~actually~friends to dot dot..on his own trainfare me having spent it on pot,  but anyway thats the point, rather thjan developing ordinarily as a human being, the plusses minuses uncertain days ... you have the nagging demon of well in a few years you may not be like this, on the pot, so what you are now will change in that decontamination alone, so don't dwell too much on ... what might have been dwelled on by humans for milennia, don't mature)   .I shall thoroughly enjoy getting all my dues such as the hospital bed anyone else would have demanded ....
And catch up on some reading.
Kant I am sure did not posit, even if it sounds a bit pious, but that's unfortunartely the by oproduct of the Brands of this world... there is only humble pious suffering and by dint of maybe looking afresh at life, and belying Facebook itis ...
At least if you were Gahndi you could be sure someone may take notice of even humbly doin nowt...
Nowadays you know that wont be so

Kant is unlikely to have said, maturity ~ adulthood, is that paradoxical moment when you realise that "civilisation" is that moment when you discover what the "problem" actually may be, yet realise that you too are it ~ the problem, were all along.  
So it's a bit of a treble edged image problem all around the razor blade studded Geordie's flat cap.
And whilst being the problem, good old self regardesh (oh yes, what a story is that time to catch up with some old flames... my Portuguese longtime extremely occasional ~ like a world record once  adecade three, fuck buddy, told me something lovely.... there was me enforced Portuguese rather fabulous Top of The Pops...
extemporising  on the moment to my absolute shame, having long prior given it up forever as a load of dreadful wank,  got the music back in me...
Courtesy, well thats a lovely chapter.
And within a few days even now can't get this one off earloop....

 "but i had never heard of it til you mentioned all those years ago...and ever since my very fave of all..."

Fuckit I'm not doing this without safety net of a spellchecking mentor and wise counsel....
I value greatly my appearaence
But not enough to bother copy paste backcopy


(if i ever had met any adult who knew of rule 1.. well I guess i would have known...love)
I am however sad. truly sad:- no ....no, i prefer my trademark ~ (deliberately inorporated to fool Ogle as words must not rise due Hay~on~wye cross anything but via...you. Only you. And serendipity even if that silly word is theproblem as there's an adult version which incorpotaes every stolen book and travelling lettle element, every smashed glass cabinet by the big nasty pretend hippy who only avarisciously (is that a word) Ogle off on her hols as usual when you are in a hurry...
real things to do dot com
Sad because there is much to share, show... and it is exactly what I may havein my wildest dreams have conned myself I was entitled to prove .
And can.

Starting for example with rules. Honour means, never mind all~waste~is~JUST~vainty...  that, well, every piece of property belonging to another must be protected from the ravages, and carefully returned for them to chose what they wioll do with it... say a pair of rather cherished panties left under the bed, laundered and nicely ironed, after a period of enjoyment of course all is for sharing....

No matter what the so called circs....
rules. Those of respect, and all sorts of other stuff.

And another rule, nothing one has gone through cannot be used at some time, and shouldnever be dumped ~ that is modernist American~inspired Born~again nonsense...you don't need to be born again if you follow rule one.  Hence so many BAs in Yankee inspired nuveau~culture which should be sneered at just as spittingly as the nuveau riche

If memories of anything hurt, you did not perhaps do more or less what was right.  Never mind...dot dot dot

 Now there is a great book but  suppose I shan't have the time to remeber which, rules being keep a note of everything double backed up.... unless you have a cohesive family to store your trubnks when shit happens as it always does...
A young man off on his walkabout (fine, so interesting this, me big culprit but curiously knew when to stop) ... before the journey ~ walking the spine of Europe few thousand K.... takes his razorblade to every map and carfeully removes all that is a few miles either side of route he wishes to stay on...
.. same razor to even the too~long and showy  shoelaces of his walking boots ~ prepare. All requires prep... make prep enjoyable, rule 3.... be organised.
or is it 4...
No 3...
But 2 is a lovely rule when gosh 12 years on or is it 11...
When one has time to implement 3.... the having the time segways into rule 4, winning is not in time ever letting those whom pretended to be enemy interfering with lifelong habits that ensured one keeps to ones own internal routine, only poncy modern men speak of creed or other such unpoven notion, just habigt.... lifelong ~ his life, passed into mine, inculcated, youthfully flower teenage  into rules 1  thru 3...

And i shall define sacrafice/ maybe even the L word...

But  cannot yet, even if it is all that really matters.... cos Ive no time to do it all, all is well up to 2013 end... all is ready for you, the world stops there....
.... and just perraps
well... all that matters is doing a little do...
I shall always be on standby for, but.... the reasons not to.... just became a wonderful masterclass for another maybeone day writer ...
there is the ultimate paradox at source though oneof many no we dont want many more overpopulating because resources are resources... but until you have borne the only reason to bother writing which is to be civilised a next gen, well...
You don't know HOW to mean anything. You can only stick the Black Swan on the barbie and be fed well by her nutritious flesh,,,
because she was actually, not made up,  in the flesh...there.






being as there is no hope....

I am giving myself a week off for an upgrade.

Furthermore, a few drinks over a pint I think is due, at least ONE punter has a sense of humour... and no pretending they are exmpt is the problem just as much...

(trainee's email out): title: hahhh... my first lay legal victim....  
so what time have the STASI finally deigned they'll see us Tues, having ten times chopped and changed, the REALinjustice even if the rest is laughable.... being that dysfuctional ineptitude puts more onto the happy pills than sparrows have time to gobble the worms ridlled with that particular poison 
.. perhaps I can do a bit better than our great master who daily states he wishes to be skinned for treason... and fails...
(the victim's response): "[i forget just what, but egging it on..]" ...

The debrief should be  a lot of fun.... even if it will hurt. I mean, you want to do it self...course you do.... espesh there...
But there comes the point....
You have to trust in the exceedigly fine masterclass on, justice is a game... with appropriate soundtrack....
paying for the busfare

But master classes, can't be done in an afternoon at a posh hotel 199 quids to Guardian commercial arm....
Masterclasses are up close, personal, nasty, hurt, indeed may drive you nuts thats the risk they knewthey had to take in the times of the ancients,  and if you are lucky one day, cause visible....change.

Of course.... (i don't like pretensious dots but......)
Of course, the perhaps greatest paradox, even if image control is as old as yes rebellions of yester century, history chronicled by the coy to please their masters....whomever they be at then time

Of course, paradoxically, those who achieve an image that needs as they think, their control, and can aford it, even the little man and especially woman, exactly when they may be figuring what to do with their voice, spend so much time image controlling....
They have little time to build the alliances that ALL movements need, even businesses, need to become efficient, then to spend on  developing simple contemporary solutions

Any media, never mind social, in truth does almost the exact opposite of what it was thought needed for.
Unless you dump the whole notion of.... well, what.... hmmm...
Thats the only political question in town.
So as I care not about any opinion of me, based on anything other than sheds seen cleared... and the rest
(rum tee dum drum roll, hum,..)
Somehow there is a new doctrine out there somehwere.... for the let it come to one of....
And not giving a shit any more cos you know that YUK society has infantilised to what actually IS an impossible stagfaltion...
That's great too ~ freed up from the dreaded word, hope. To simply do what by ordinary maturity ~ some great informative scrapes, standard occasional mess and disaster and tragedy... one has learnt is surely if anything is, right.

Action (it is a lot more fun than you may assume, not put on fun, remarkably honest and even I surprise myself fun... I mean, her.... number 1 enemy almost everyone would assume....no, she said every word as if I had written her script! In some parrallel you~actually~listen~to~your~bible~you~bash daily words.... universe... the "doing" bit, the few good bits .. the every lamb you just help out of the abysss matters bits, the seqoia in your eye bits... the, get involved with your neighbour's hell bits.... the judge the sin but let the sinner stay at yours bits...

And the "i blackmail all you lot of hippos so I'm taping " bits... with a shrug of the "of course one must always mean what one says" bits....
And please, the opening line... "maybe theres something... but religion just gets in the way..." bits...
 (wonder what trading standards oops i forgot Tories got rid of them may have to say that tape next to the lit on sale..)

Never mind the.... why be coy? cos it'll spoil the end, ONLY....
Young ubersexual ipadconnected when not busy on that several nights round the boozy dinnertable me and  atrainee...
Though of course ANY excuse to get back on hios silly tablet when the ONLY under 50 activist he needs so desperatly as all state is there face to face yet hardly gives it a second glance...

my face to face with his palid one never sees the sun, despite being youngish leader in the sunlight party....
cos without it there's no whatever the word is ai forget what process causes...life... in the green stuff in leaves

30 something supposedly many year activist highup, the royal self apointed twat of the region, knows what I DO.... ehh 1000 miles, by authentic no carbon means.
Of the simplest work required. Its always a case of just ordinary hard work. AND training other allies in the same tasks...
Public meeting around the mantlepiece in a public bar with his fucking worshipful PUBLIC....
And congregated men with their clay pipes baying 'taint been invented yet but showing us all your successes and cheerleading, by social media is how we gonna do it all, win....
[me self appointed producer, everyone else too lazy to actually get their video camera out... to publicise the public meeting... all they want to talk about getting stuff on social media, seem to forget the it cant put itself on social media... it requires ... a person]
"ehh.. you won't have that switched on will you, if it is I will have to give a diferent version of my rallying speech to the public membership of this public party, even a bit publicly funded if they get free stamps..."
Good job I always carry two recording devices....
Their devisive narcissism never mind tragic self reverential acedie, and dreadful control that as any post50 adult knows as its standard psych for decades is as a result of all that matters, no securityu in their own heads by dint of insecure child experiences .... is simply ....
Simply ignorant.
never mind..... symptom of all is beyond hope and the revolution will be very very nasty unl;ess I am in charge which  am too hypocritical to bother with as it'll interupt my beloved afternoon wanders....

Politics IS about older wiser postbreeding folk, being there to translate the gibbering chirps of the younger generations.... no, they should only ever be in power as apprentice....
Listened to yes... but only when they have been taught what thinking is.
And what values, universal values of transparency, for ALL ... etc... mean.
And then you won't have to worry about what gets recorded because you will always make it YOU~ whaty you are, what you have learnt, after many years grappling as a sage, is perhaps how to deal properly with..the polis.

Hahhh... so may invites, out..... really nice ones, of course they are so busy trying to manipulate their image no one will bother looking at as its the usual soulless guff...
And so may promises some even face to face of involvement....
Even the very churchy man demands a beer to talk strategy with his completely aproved acolyte ~ who even painted his house...
has there been even one carefully put, mano a mano, sentence over one yogi tea and a fag.....?

Yesm, as siad many a time, the internet "was" a mode of comms which enabled wimmin.... and it enabled everyone to become wimmin...
Communication is hard, dificult, often leaves you in pools of tears and vomit, at yourself ~ fear/confusion/ soul searching whether or not to bother, for months if not years....
Women realised they could avoid all of that, if they hid behind screens....

And they end up with exactly what the victorian woman was propogandised into being only worthy of .... a Brand..of poodle.

and as for youth.....

authority, define"

the youth [famous amongst all those sexy young pretend activists...ehh I KNOW... Swampy's neighbour.... he became a yuppie]: "ehh imagine if we 38degrees folk had gone on a march and at the end all exchanged email addresses and kept in touch"

The adult: "[ a few month back] look, Ive been involved several months... properly, Cubano a cubano.... I SWEAR on my daughter's life me and a load of very very thoughtful legal campaigners 7 or 8 yrs ago TOPmedia coverage after Saddam, 2 years running...it ALL fizzled as soon as it went online -~ forums and email... it does not work, one cannot develop a REAL relationship other than longterm cubano a....

"but that was national... this kind of region even worse... many do not use the web hardly at all.... never mind never return a phone message..[long term reality]...

"your one silly fat woman who states so brashly almost Brands us with her only just discovering facebook...'all will be online! and we will rebuild our fine party by dint..'"

" I predict, that DESPITE all the professionals rating this county as number three rated likely swing county.... out of all the rest natyionally, if you think that people will reply to email/untaxed Facebook.. and ever then keep the pretend relationship in mind even into the afternoon ... and ever actually DO anything ~ even ever meet for their pretend Cubano a....
They only pretended they were so looking forward to...

 "You will in several months have not one meeting organised, not one eye to eye pledge of committment to a simple and quite good fun little mission...
NO one will have ever done anything....[but start a few petitions, when one would have done, never mind got more signings if just the one]"

"No~Presteigne~nukes harassing their folk to attend council meetings [quite rightly] to protest would send out their email wemergency alerts begging people to car share and attend in numbers... and never even acknowledge the email almost by return saying, yes, gand here ready for you... all well trained, studied the issues...and miraculously we all have time tomorrow to be there.... but theres no bus left Sergeants cut it pretending to care... even in council meets...

And guess how many replies... zero, nasda, never ever.....
silly silly poor imature people, mature people ~ Kantian or otherwise, simply accept, a HUGE mistake was made... so change it.
But of course they will never listen,  until there is some new facebook that rates you on whether or not you give a satisfactory answer to some ordinary question....
And even that'll be eventually perverted by the cheats....
Power, wants its subjects kept stupid and imature......
They won.

Unless you are Tunisian and .... did some face to face.... and it hurts sometimes.  But... early days but... 100 parties! wow....
AND almost overnight almost COMPLETE imancipation freedom for the wimmin.....



can only bear to listen to Start the Week as it's just~about~allowed Tom...
But the wonderful old lady philosopher, really should shut up ~ ALL is values, only values can reboot her inability to yes as this reporter theorised 15 years ago, balance all the endless updates (i have 3 oldest possible laptops work fine if you fight..fight ignorance and trickery, there's always a way....)

But values, it has nothing to do with capitalism or technology... take ebay, some time now ~ you list something and it has a little box at the bottom of the page
(addendum you blackmail the slaves to sell off their last bit of childhood to pay the bills...)

the box at the botton states "pay our [quite reasonable, I'm a democrat and reasonable and work should be paid fairly] you get three automatic relistings for free [when some tosser on the other end endlessly are winning bids then never even reply to the email asking nicely, are you indeed planning on ever paying, now we've paid ebay to sell this item to you? cunt, with no values, you need them..]".

So ebay has had one of its every month revamps, and that little box has been changed (last week), to one that says "list,  and you get one automatic free relisting"
And then it goes to the next page (dont bother listening to fucking silly drug adicts ex or otherwise, anyone who cannot resist the temptations of drugs which are pretty horrid, has no part in a mature society. PERIOD...and I have them baying at me to help with their kids when in fact they spend their lay legal money on pot.... even at near~50)

next page: once listed, your item shows the usual rediculous yankee (well, truth world~power, they won..)
"hey great, congratulations, and as a super fab new feature cos we're so fuckin wonderful, just like our promose to shut Guantanamo,  you get a [singular a] whole free one whoopteedoop auto~relisting
aren't we wonderful..."

Values, some smallest semblence of mean what you say.....
the non~con
power sucks, always has, no matter if you are plebbiean or squeezed middle. It is not nate... it is against any nature...
And the con is the norm, but the small con on the small people is all that matters...
grass roots USED to mean the peasant artisan would influence the scum flaoting on the top...
By dint of attempt at values.
But the requirement for the scum at the bottom to perform their ordinary functions, not in some rediculous Ayn Randian manner, in a simple reasonably careful way, without being a con...is all that civilisation or democracy ever could be. Dignity....
But of course busy attention seeking pop or telly people cannot even begin to know that. And any sane society would ensure they are thus kept well away from any absurd narcissistic comment....








The grand ....

what? "illusion" "stander".... all entirely over~narcissise

The problem, as Russell sits in the Green room limbering up to entirely fail to make the point, I know...
Though Kant on throwing away the inner child, for the adult needs a whole essay on it...
(of course its 90%... one needs to throw away....and I know no one under 45 who could)

It may well be various societal forces ~ big society, that of the collected consciousness filtered through pages of tabloid crassness, and the school child for some years utterly overwhelmed by the kind of nice kind outsider who comes in for a day or so at 200quid a half day and pretends to develop a relationship with the children on one or other of the many initiatives...
The children forget within a half day of the course ....
Because said young woman, on your extra tax cash.... never had a relationship with even half of one of them....
Relationships take time.

And thus a whole generation has been brought up feeling that feelings are all it is - work to make you feel good in the moment when actually it is feel good after a week of horrid overwork and fighting to stay awake... that may make you feel adult.

Anyway Russell will not input: society at large, even if Dave's big" one can be perfectly exemplified in my[mY my]  forthcoming books, as not working. Entirely fraud. (jobs for the girls, very occasionally one like Joanne means well, but...)

the supposed influencers may have taken us off the path up the hill with all sorts of failed initiatives, pretending to reinvent humans. ... and yes are to blame for the need for revolution, especially almost all the politicians who have no values. But values is not about fat cats....it is about the simple ordinary man and woman rather than (as I saw, and could not believe...exasperated takes on a new meaning) .... rather than planting false stories in the papers (you wont find on Oggle.... ) that they tried to do something but failed however thanks to supporters in the local demos.... anyway.
Indeed they did not, indeed showed only contempt for the bus campaigner (not me, I have stooges ~ honest ones, who are actually in need of simple between~town travel)
but two months on from half the busses being slashed ... they haven't even had the fuckin ...
it beggars belief the utter acedie....
This NEVER would have happened before Russell and Co utterly POISONED our society....

Someone would have thought, DESPITE the lying managers, who actually want the services slimmed as they are too fat to put the work in for the less profitable shoulder routes...(lying to the papers)


Someone would as a work of lovely artist as simple man, willing to trundle on...
blitz zpirit call it ...
Someone would have between the council and private busco who of course have a RESPONSIBILITY.... (proving in their failure to lobby capitalism doesn't work...under duress)

actually put up THE major change - revolutionary, to one of the main ...no not one of THE main x county route....

Rulle will not get, people like me [he] have caused you, all of you.... to utterly miss the point, it IS always was and always will be...UP TO YOU, plebs, to maintain your standards of care no matter what we think of the greedy fatcats and trustifarians at the top...

That is the revolution we need but seemingly if in a so called region of cohesive society no one can even manage the MANNERS of ensuring some visitor wont be left stranded at a 7pm bus that never comes as the last one is now 6....

Well I hope she or she has a life and death reason to be at the next stop and sues the fuckers for every bus theyve got








even in the last war (i bet this one we started 13 years back is just having a fag at the busstop and 100 years on it'll be ...dot dot fillinlater

even in 39-45 entirely propagandised for Tory voters as a continual war, it wasn't.... and Churchill had little to do with any outcome, indeed had Russia not won against every odds and belief and plan... we'd have had no chance...
And the whole palaver just becomes a Tory claim of something that wasn't much

Though in 5 years there were only a few really hairy months, I bet they still managed to update the bus timetables, a LOT more effort go pick your way through the rubble and limbs... than sit at a desk for an hr....
within a few days never mind few MONTHS.....








"that's what the hour going back is FOR..."

Sunday, 26 October 2014

100 billion quids....

(never mind the ehhhrr...what.... the weird thing off planning to talk to a rather sexy local bicyclist.... she walks out in front of mine..I did see her.
And the talk..... "mine killed there, no I have no time.... too much going on ...processing...to help the one clearly anti~war party...")
But that's a bit ago....
And then (non sequitur I'm being smart trying to keep the suspense so I can get back to the beginning to begin the ending....cos it is... just waffle)

You simply have no idea of the significance of these two.... not telling symbols... (flash delib left off, someone once said to me they were just too not together to manage the saving of £5 say in average busy week the few minutes one may have to spend keeping these lights alight... a few hrs... well, I will put that right and train that not to happen again.....and hell it takes some bark

 (IF ANYONE CAN GUESS THEY GET ALL THE LEVEL 9 PHOTOS IN ONE)
ACC CAP..

And just to begin a day... not sure if it will ever end at this rate, never mind get a real holiday.... even my 4 or 5 days at the... holidayplace only one little one knows where
was 3 or 4 of work.
Just the very endframe of a work of performance art installation (what it's really about even if just to prove an anon point latterly i.e. end of that year....)

 entitled, go back to fuckin Birminham if you aren't prepared to play by the rules, being listen to those barked from someone been doin this most his life....

Now, the countryman would need just one clue~ said axe shaft, about 50 quid in ripoff UK ...god how you pay for a bit of countryside, a bit like Eurolaw regarding seeds sown all over the place(the truly interesting aspect, no one has thought of, so say the experts when I pointed it out) ... this shaft has not been shortened by dint of having to reset the metal....a little further down, the axe badly handled such that it frays front top...

And is full sized, which a country man would scratch his head (there won't be any her's) ..and wonder what the hell's going on here...exactly. 
And there is a lot more to show on this

(hahh reminds me, Lower paradise a couple of days ago, wandering through the drizzle... eyesfront "hahh, interesting" rather colourfully decorated pram pusher heading my way along the cobbles.... all bare shouldered in the what the old folks (what the countryside is really about...and they ain't from here, not want to be...) 
may call a chillier turn


Two littleuns bobbing about happily similarly economic clothing regime...

"AXE! el..." 
hahh.... made me smile bigtime....
truly did make my day.... so often (my own fault, I blame no one, one has to suffer for training the nextgens.... which is no sufgrage because when the training is so perfect ...well its satisfying I guess.... all there is, who we are all we are entitled to...) so often rather overrun by the middle classes these days...
Which does not make one's day.... nor make anything ...when they realise their days are over. 

(ehhm so they call for the ragheads to be done for treason, yet the yank is sat up there one may assume unless rather good graphics just up from the tower..... virtually inciting the revolution and concomitant "evisceration" ..now taking scalps ain't a very nice way to go one would assume...
Just shows your double standards if you are brown.

And if anyone thinks we didn't start the whole damn thing, rather unpleasant to consider of course but Saddam had well under thumb
Then look at the latest Tariq Ali....

That is what you call an intellectual. Above all the frenzy and disinfo.... hmm... 



and as for "you really do have truly astonishing hand~eye coordinates.... despite no sport ever..."
Of course one will never hear from the eternally abused they created....

So hmmm (signs, i think was meat to be title last post but there you go..)

What's the Mr McC line..?
"something'll come up..."

HOLD the front page: I take any even smallest suggestion that they may not be THE culprit (AJP Taylor so informs....WW2 was almost all not down to tashio'ed him...but them! and indeed arguably they started it years before early 40s and ... little European excursions were rather a side issue.... and so interestingly a lot more off than on, five years.... )

take it all...back,
" I have to wear second hand hats and by dint of am 'abused'....."
Not many phrases get Ms streisand's purple and quotation annotation exclamation.....
I could not be happier and have worn nothing but old second hand bobles for years...and years....
Til now.
And thats after someone ruined all mine lovingly saved for years...
last fine year.
Right leave me alone, 3pm Sunday pm.. there is a ritual....

That American sense of sulky poor little me..... of course was 2013.... and killing more than even a jolly good Ebola clean out ....may

now, that was a type very very a level photo.

war is...ove...err....


a palaver on the uncool malarkey.....

Anyway of course its the silly 70s gen trying to break free of too much anal intrusion, and general repression... who began the trend but really it did need to be stopped there and then....
I believe the first attempt was the very well received "you are just stereotyping.." that rightly was poured into the mix back then....

And the whole massive permissive (failed).. liberal (very very failed ~ ehh average hours at work 50odd hrs a week is stat enough.. espesh when half of work is just PR and sales manipulation, and market manipulation as is 1/4 of the so called economy.... well half in truth)

The whole so called whatever of the 70s Simon Le Bon went and ruined... but forget all that
The admen had been scrubbing up their big guns way way before...

Anyway, it was possible then to ENTIRELY disdain the whole malarkey .. and indeed to search for integrity and as even the very most swish 60s adman admits "all we actually need is a cave and a bit of haunch...so even the program maker like you on me, uber NY adman master of uni is entirely superfluous...."
I doubt we would hear Mr Saatchi admitting such truths a decade or so later....

But all that ever mattered was the quest for some balance.... and that includes in terms of how may feet wandering our parks and pavements...
Always accepted in the past even by the most liberal of all.... ehhh virtually every other society for 100s of years have had their ways

And in the new dawn...various new words were coined....
And some lousy and silly, one then "uncool" but the older I get if ONLY we had one such ion common paralance as it really did say all you ever really did need to hear: a balanced and sane and subtle approach to ordinary political problems between classes, types, ex friends would be acquaintances, never mind we are all just stardust in the end so just shut the fuck up with your reasons not to do the obvious....

But ... I'm afraid your younger generations (its that magic near 50yrs and up... perhaps Ecstasy did it or maybe just overload...or was it Le Bon? ... ) I just don't think anyone younger than this fine peak age... may ever be able to shut their gob, despite their ridiculous diatribes on stereotype, stop judging and worst of all stop ASSUMING!!!!....
Stop knowing...
Stop.
We (just, 50 somethings) never claimed owt...and, well ...tbc

"uncool"

Now.... yes indeed, the really wonderful thing (rather surprising) is a very very weird paradox. Though of course fat old rockers, so lets keep to dead black men, are the problem...as in a whole society dumbed down, and din deed spun into a tabloid crass mobthink mode...
(and I am no grumpy old man.... all I care about apart from the impossible of peace between parents.... is that when I go to a supposedly green meet...I do not hear crap as in "all is well aren't we fab ..look at the online wind~o~meter that shows last night UK got 15% of its energy from windmills that have destroyed the peace of your beloved Midwales wilderness~o~scape..."
" Ehhh... well unfortunately, but events dear girl, events...I became diverted ten years by the nonsense of madness focused in on grabbing kids for cash...of the unintended cons of tax credits they attract... blah blah... but had I not I would have done my research properly having read a year back that metal windmills take as much carbon to produce as that which they amortise over rather a lot of years... "
"rubbish, it is a year and  abit, in profit carbon equation wise nowadays...humanity is saved... arent I smug to have this windshare app on my powerpoint....

But yesterday, I think I really rather believe the:
"ehh... must be awful if you are sat up there in your camper van on a Midwales hill, seeing your once fairly wilderness view is rubbished by the despertae need to not bothering turning down the electric or pull the plugs out...
"knowing that even if they turned for 25 years, their average product~life... it isn't until they have turned thirty that they become even carbon neutral...

UK PLC owes me half a million quid
Ehh where was I?.... ehh....

What a grande finale!... what a full circle and join the loose ends of life....
What a bit of...magic.
All horrid, but, trust... trust is what it all is about, and one is very lucky if one rotates on the focal point that is always a plus on the universal balance sheet.

At which point, oh yes I remember what my ramble was to be....
A curious paradox how younger generations are so utterly scathing of elders, these days. Deep down so bleak, even if they play the game of smiles and ...
hmm interesting essay there.
Of course it would sound VERY conceited to soapbox that its not fair that now fifty summat no young people want to do own but turn their noses up at you ~ even if nowadays my wardrobe superb....
And it is real, the true facts of youth~to~power are deadly contempt dressed up in pretence... and I think we all know that their notion of power via tech which will never ever be.... because if fundamental communication in a few paragraphs which are read, mulled over, and replied to ..rather than some other paragraphs never written, is lost there is nothing. Human beings are only communication. Period.
And too much has devalued it all.

But it is almost like the lament of some beached whale that they still val;ue so "our" rotting masters.
(By the way, of late, gone somewhere impossible to ever conceive ~ teaming up with her.... I mean everyone considers her the devil's cloaked messenger.... if she were ten years younger than her fabulous close on sixty... gosh...[i only find women own age truly sexy... weird sure Ive some kind of problem...] .... and she agrees, she, takes money to preach..... "I have had enough, all the PC... so fabulously the chap who just got elevated to lords waffling on about...
"PC...failed... round here, supposedly REALLY calm and no reason to footstamp Herefordshire...Powys east where all the English ponces bought up cheap..relative to their Islington sale prices...
"There is still so much racism under your skirt it is a daily tragedy... is the only thing that makes me saddest of all.....Ive had enough....
"really

But it will be the young (just as racist as ever, in acts....in who gets to be in one ghetto or other ) ..of course who define the future (kerching, another one of my original, and purely from gut, as never have time to really boring proper research...essays gets accredited, yes the generation that has managed to break all the rules of hoarding all the loot far longer than earlier gens ever did...official)

The young..... who soon define what next if they can wipe Russel Brand off their twatter feeds because you only ever have politics and democracy is a continual palaver ... and loadsa malarkey too. SO get involved, and learn how to make it A). fun..be ~ work.

Yet paradoxically they still genuinely venerate, they who may be venerated if not for example in growing up....which none ever did...
Why the Talibs are right it really does rot your whole soul.....

Our ...heroes....and ... "examples"



But, research.... at last the ohh so mean Beeb put some REAL telly online ~ don't trust the fuckers it'll be there "a year or more..."
But it worth watching that old telly...yes we know society back then was full of really horrid ex public schoolboys gang fucking poor young boys in the fosterhomes of especially Wales in higher proportion than elsewhere up their sweaty little preteen sphincters...
But look at Whicker on Getty
Literally!... no holds barred...no PR wimmin in background with their clipboards...

But it is Getty who is really interesting ~ now of course he will have murdered and destroyed people to get there, but.... he also admits so readily and openly to his failure as a kind warm soul....

I doubt the crass Big Swingers nowadays would even have the intellect to appreciate how useful the word truth may just be... and that it is the middle letter in the word free