I heard disappointing news through the instincts of my sister.  It bore upon artistic circles, the theaterical articulations carry decadant strains of voyeurism, lewd.  If chance you light upon my meaning too, you'll see the dances unfolding in the ordinariness of the conduct of our rituals.  You'll see the old stories trademarked, patented, told so distinctively it clouds history and seems forever new.

I am disheartened how I am rebuffed because I do not say the appropriate formulae to convey the correct thinking of the correctly thought thought.  In part I profess to be a fool student: there are so many disparate doctrines, so many long held rules about what it is important well to have lived and thereby known.  And I believe misunderstanding to be mother necessitant of our self-reminders.  The reason we so wisely design minerva to fly at dusk.

Through the cunning denuciation of the wastefulness of clumsy platoons of Robotic squirrels.  Through abstracted nodding with the cadence of rhetoric I see hardening, cruelty.  I hear rumors of prisoners being released from prisons.  And not just every prison of course.  Particular ones.  All at once particular people freed.  But just how discriminate ought we be as to which laws imposed we'll over-look?  Who am I to judge the sliver in my fellow citizen's eyes when I'm in breach of the unwritten laws that truly rule.

There is no statute of limitation on responsible citizenship.  There are no little people any longer.  Everyone is on the record, and has no prospect of being other than so.  Their very descendants will be judged by their breeding strains by whom will deem themselves fit, hands that wash themselves fit to guide to breed to scythe.  The irrevocable biological shift is remarkably obvious, so much so the historians will overlook how explicitly we acknowledge even though what is seen will remain inaccessible for so long, must recur for so long and so I remain grateful to still believe will not come for a long, long time.

March 3 2013 Post-Common-Era-Anno-Domnini-century-of-centuries. At this time, whatever it is. 

Perfect Compliments

Perfect Compliments
are paid together
at any cost.


You cannot kill a man who is dead.

That is why I will not venture to gainsay claims to have died upon the operating table. The only medicine that has ever brought the dead to life was spittle, and that has only been done once.

One has to admire the attempts by Islamicists to kill dead Americans by this same method:
http://www.thegatewaypundit.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/05/us-marine.jpg

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The passive aggressive believe that one ill-turn deserves another, but it doesn't really matter if justice isn't done. They'll just be at a lower indifference curve.

Of mountains idly awaited.

Text is a one way mirror. One can't be heard by the character to whom you condescend. The mistakes are engraved in the opening, and the lessons' fame cannot heed our warnings. The record is deterministic, so far as we can determine, the scenes set in stone for the positivists to verify that such and such was just so. Each day new reasons to validate this unbroken record of instantiation, extending back to ... as far as we know.

http://h2g2.com/dna/h2g2/A2854730

Yesterday, December 7th 2011, I scried in dim light through a faith so great than man could still believe that we are, in overlapping generations of genocide help'd to freedom by butchery.

"...
Thus they their doubtful consultations dark
Ended rejoycing in their matchless Chief:

As when from mountain tops the dusky clouds
Ascending, while the North wind sleeps, O'respread
Heav'ns chearful face, the lowring Element
Scowls ore the dark'nd lantskip Snow, or showre;

If chance the radiant Sun with farewell sweet
Extend his ev'ning beam, the fields revive,
The birds their notes renew, and bleating herds
Attest their joy, that hill and valley rings.
O shame to men! Devil with Devil damn'd
Firm concord holds, men onely disagree
Of Creatures rational, though under hope
Of heavenly Grace; and God proclaiming peace,
Yet live in hatred, enmity, and strife
Among themselves, and levie cruel warres,
Wasting the Earth, each other to destroy:
As if (which might induce us to accord)
Man had not hellish foes anow besides,
That day and night for his destruction wait."

The Even Handed Attack Machine

Incensed at the adversarial tone of PM Stephen Harper, Michael Ignatieff told the CBC radio that Stephen Harper should be remembered, foremost, by his attack ads.


So let us take that advise and consider the Torie's Fake Ignatieff website:

http://ignatieff.me/
The title page says: "I, Michael Ignatieff, am all about me".

It is only satire because the site speaks in the first person as Ignatieff. It is and the framing of an otherwise unremarkable political pamphlet.

At this point, the satirical element is a gimmicky way to get people to read an otherwise unremarkable political pamphlet.

But I want to focus today on
What the fine print says:

"Authorized by the Registered Agent for the Conservative Party of Canada"

I find this interesting because
There are many partisan satires,
but those that admit it are few.
A politically embroiled media may desensitize us to guise of equipoise and impartiality these our satirists assume. "objective" thinking involves as much(or more) political custom.

It is something of an empirical intuition, and often useful custom for broadcasters. It can help overcome difficulties of negotiating meetings with sundry conflicting parties and not becoming implicated. As well it may establish professional reputation - that is reputation of the profession - for a certain reliability of conduct.


The tendency to allocate time equitably. To give all guests a chance to speak. To offer a challenging suggestion to each of the guests. To not use any terms of derision or praise. These are is easily recognized in television news media.

The Canadian Broadcasting Corporation (CBC) apparently wishes to avoid offending viewers (or even mollifying them!) with insultingly perfunctory observances of balance. I admire when I see them triangulate the middle ground honorably. Bless 'em - with evident reluctance and distaste.

Lets see them come forth clearly as a participant and partisan.


Tangled Web: Can we distinguish between stereotypes and the person?

Why isn't satire more widely used by formal party apparatuses? First, Satire's tangled barbs can easily create confusion about a party's message. It does not lend weight to claims of reliability and moral seriousness.

Satire with a large scale agenda is more likely to backfire because it confessedly stands for something. The honest satirists work behind no veil.

By honest Satire, I do not mean good. There is subversive: making out the reasonable, the honest and the good as ridiculously corrupt, dangerous fools.



Can Satire Change minds?

Yes. It doesn't fare badly by comparison to other methods:

"As the pen is mightier than the sword, forgetting is mightier than the pen. The forgetfulness of man are a tool by which vast changes can be made: The use of timely distractions, topic changes, disinformation, evolving tastes, EMPs and dry erasers can drift the citizens away from unsuitable ideas.

The rhetorical weapon of mass destruction is the reliable expiry of highly complex thoughts and information. Whether it takes a generation or a few minutes, if you can guide the citizenry away from dangerous ideas."

Satirical concepts, one planted, can be recalled easily because they are amusing and elaborated coherently. Those who are confounded and perplexed by memory manipulation can still avail themselves of the satirists' memorable interpretation.

"What of the inexorable laws of structure and logic? Couldn't one refute satirical distortions?"

Satire can be refuted, but not easily countered by logical argumentation. If you insist on trying, my unworldly professor...


Songs More Partial

There was a halcyon day when honesty was prized amongst the satirists, but it was an era more corrupt than our own. I speak of the satirist Juvenal, who had choice words for hypocrites.

"High-flown moral discourse from that clique in Rome who affect
Ancestral virgues as a front for their lechery...

... Far worse is he who attacks such practices with hairy
Masculine fervor, and after much talk of virtue
Proceeds to cock his dish like a perfect lady.
'What,respect you?" screams the common-or-garden queen,
'When you're in the trade yourself? There's nothing to choose
Between us. It takes a hale man to mock a cripple
and you can't bait niggers if you're tarred with the same
brush.' "

They'll be burning your books next you old slave, lest we recognize our own hypocrisy in the murky stream of old times:









[Note: The title of this was changed from 'Liberals attack the fact that Conservative Ads are Attacks'. The reasons are 4.]

In Celebration of the Birth Control Pill

It's called THE PILL because, like an unwanted fetus, it needs no introduction.

I don't suppose you remember the middle ages. I distinctly remember thinking at one point that I was told that it was a rather backwards time. It is a scientifically verified fact that Monty Python has vividly parodied an actual recreation of the most up-to-date conception of those times in the "Meaning of the Quest for the Life of Brian."

At any rate, we're much more advanced than that now. (Look it up on www.wikipedia.com! It says there was a university study, doubted by a known global warming denier and confirmed by a very well informed Nobel laureate.)

We are so advanced, in fact, that on May 9th 2010, we celebrate the 50th anniversary of the Birth Control Pill.

I had a nightmare the other night that a history book recorded it as the greatest disaster of western civilization. I woke in a cold sweat. Then I realized, to my great relief, that history is accurately recorded by the victors.

Since more and more people are becoming atheists who hook up without dreading children (or do they dread the children of the future?), it is historical inevitability that we independent thinkers are to be the victors.

After all, we have so very much more time to mold the future; our work is unburdened by children of our own.