Sunday, October 26, 2008

[the man] mildly surprised the wallace book hasn't surfaced

Edward William Brooke III


The Man is the story of the first black president of the U.S.

Written by Irving Wallace in 1964, before the 25th Amendment and filmed in 1972, the plot is, basically:

The president and the speaker of the house are killed in West Germany when its parliament buildings suffer a collapse. The vice-president, elderly and in in very ill health, refuses to assume the office, pointing out that they'll need another replacement almost immediately.

Arthur Eaton (William Windom), the Secretary of State, is urged to take the office, but he points out that the law on the line of succession places the job with the President Pro Tempore of the Senate, Douglass Dilman (Jones).

Obama's rise has been quite different and there was no assassination in The Man, so perhaps that's why the novel has been largely ignored.

[priory of sion] and other tares

The things which have to be borne in mind when contemplating the Da Vinci Code and the forces behind it, as well as the forces contained within the Church itself, include:

"If they "are going to take any sort of movie at face value, particularly a huge-budget motion picture like this, (they'd) be making a very big mistake." [Tom Hanks]

... and:

Also at Cannes, Sir Ian McKellen was quoted as saying — "While I was reading the book I believed it entirely. Clever Dan Brown twisted my mind convincingly. But when I put it down I thought, 'What a load of [pause] potential codswallop."

This last quote was intended to go on to show that the Bible itself was also bunkum but what it actually shows is nothing at all, when it is not backed by something supporting the point of view. It is just a point of view.

Hanks' playing down of big budget movies in turn plays down the value of such an amazing medium for disseminating one's world view to the widest possible audience, something the Church does not have the facility to do except to church-goers. Hanks need not have known anything of the real symbology going on and for whom it was intended, with him being the big budget "token", the bait to get people through the cinema doors and later to buy the DVDs.

Running blind

People are so critical of substantial evidence that the resurrection and redemption could well have something to it - they'll go to great lengths - but they are so uncritical when it comes to alternative explanations for our condition.

It's also interesting that in times of deep trouble for the world [such as today], these debunkings of the Christ "myth" become all the more intense. In happier times they don't seem to crop up as much. It's not Christians who have become more vocal but anti-Christians who have become shrill, for seemingly no reason if the myth has supposedly been finally debunked.

They are launching scathing attacks on something which was not even being discussed by anyone, thereby bringing the theological aspects of Christianity back onto the discussion table in a way that Christians could never hope to do. About all that was left of Christianity was the "love thy neighbour" and "turn the other cheek" exhortations ... plus the faithful who know the truth.

In the movie/book, a distinction was made between the Church and elements within it. Much has been written about P2, for example and elements within Opus Dei. Opposing that was the Priory of Sion. The latter were disposed of in the film with the clip of the satanic sexual orgy involving the Grand Master who had been looking after the little girl of royal blood. Remember she went back to their "care" at the end. Some "care" that would be, looking as she did.

So who ends up as the Goodies in this whole saga? Not P2 and associates who have/had a stranglehold on the Church, not the Priory and Templars. One can only conclude that the goodies are meant to be the faithless great unwashed who smilingly "know" that it is all so much "hooey". You and me, the sceptics, all the shopping and credit worshippers and today's drug-addled youth.

Tale from the other side

Let's say, hypothetically, that you were one of three angels attending G-d in Heaven and you became aware of His plan to create, [or evolve, if you're that way inclined], a species which would contain elements of the deity inside its circuit board, i.e. you're talking little gods here.

Now you are the light bearer, one of the three greatest and here are these imperfect creatures running round naked in this garden paradise and each one is actually higher than you, when it comes down to it.

You'd be pretty p---ed off, wouldn't you? You'd protest and when that came to nought, you'd lead a rebellion and you'd lose. Fine, so you and your troops would find yourself on this earth and your first task would be to adulterate the human bloodline with your own kind - the Annunaki or Nephilim.

You'd create a race of giants, otherwise human in form, and they would assume control of the political side of the world through the generations. All the while, you'd be doing all you could to b-gg-r everything up [even literally] and laying false trails, providing mumbo jumbo rituals and ways to satisfy people's need to worship the deity they know exists because it is encoded in them.

You provide Baal and the Sun and Set and so on, creating hidden mysteries and all sorts of things humans find plausible and exciting but they are unaware they are actually worshipping you. Only the afficianados, the adepts, the inner circle, know that.

Spanner in the works

One day, the Force, reviewing the way things have not gone so well on earth so far, due to your meddling, comes up with a brilliant plan.

He sends some aspect of himself to earth with two simple messages. Believe in the power of the resurrection and do only good to your fellow man. Everyone knows, deep down, that Number two would transform society if it was allowed to succeed. Number one though is tougher to sell because though believers then do come to know, Doubting Thomases will never know and have no basis on which to refute it.

The moment JC pulls this resurrection trick, you know you have a problem on your hands. So you do all the usual things - kill off believers, create false churches, rewrite history so that "ancient documents" show the true royal bloodline, create an arcane knowledge which is known only to the adepts and get your PR right so that your product promises so much more and is more immediately gratifying to the punters.

An example of this is your festival of Hallowe'en, whereas the following days, All Saints and All Souls, are just grey dreariness by comparison. Do any shops sell All Saints gear? Like Robbie Rotten in Lazytown, he's more interesting than Sportacus, a dull fellow who pops up saving people from time to time.

In an infantilized society where deep things are never of interest, you have a captive audience.

Your real purpose though, as it has always been, is to destroy humans but it's a hard task as there are too many of the pests now. Sudan, Somalia, the world wars - good stuff but they don't provide the "final solution" you need. You have the world leadership in your pocket, you have most humans either deluded or cowed and the others are happily kept in their ignorance, the Church having been made to look ridiculous, even perverted and doing nothing to improve its image worldwide. Everything is image, after all, in a market economy.

And yet, like Agent Smith, despite everything you have tried, you still can't seem to deliver that killer blow.

Two no-nos


Apart form humanity itself, there are three other things that you need to kill off:

Faith, hope and charity

Once no one believes anything any more, once hope for society is gone and once we stop charitable feelings, the coast is then clear for the knockout blow to be delivered.

Saturday, October 25, 2008

[thought for the day] saturday evening

Everyone knows that when [if] Obama [or McCain] gets hit , the Veep steps in. My question and thought for the day is - which Veep would you vote for?



...or:

[in sickness] and in leadership


How many world leaders and people who have had an influence on the thinking of their times and on history, have actually been too sick to impartially do their work, for example:

In 1973, George Pompidou, premier of France, attended the summit meeting of world leaders in Reykjavik, Iceland. Journalists noted he wore a scarf around his neck. But why a scarf in May?

It was revealed later as an attempt to hide a swelling of his neck. But he could not conceal the swelling of his cheeks and face. Pompidou's bloated cheeks were the result of cortisone injections. He was also suffering from anemia ...

Others:

Cheney [heart], Blair [heart], Colin Powell [cancer], Arafat, Sharon, Castro, Abe, McCain, Kim - these are the standard conditions. But what of Charles Darwin , Stonewall Jackson [both obsessive compulsive], Barry Goldwater, Ronald Reagan [both with dementia], FD Roosevelt [polio], Pope John Paul II, Adolph Hitler , Mao Tse Tung, George Wallace, Pierre Trudeau [all with Parkinsons], JFK [multitude of ailments], many leaders [Aspergers], Henry VIII [syphilis, gout], to name a few.

How many leaders have had their conditions suppressed?

Each condition affects the individual in its own way but reflecting on your own illnesses over time - would you say you were functioning at your best at these times? What if you were making critical decisions in your work at the same time? What if your position were such that your decisions affected millions [or even a few hundred]?

[the andromeda strain] recurrence of a new theme


I watched three and a half hours of the mini-series DVD The Andromeda Strain last night and apart from the action which I quite liked, despite the suspension of disbelief in certain places, the thing which has struck me about almost all modern films I've seen in the past month are the themes:

1. that only a kick-ass woman can win through these days and men are basically inadequate [admittedly, this particular series is not a bad case of that];

2. the boldness with which the military industrial complex's clandestine agenda is being used to fill out the baddies' characters, something which was not permissible in Hollywood some time back.

3. the black mood themes of modern films.

Do films pander to public tastes or do the tastes reflect the themes of modern films?

UPDATE: I've just finished the mini-series. This book/film/mini-series has provoked a mini-discussion which I thought I'd bring you. How does time travel work? I don't mean how does it work but how does it overcome logical problems?

Example - in the Terminator series, the machines send a machine back to terminate John Connor. He sends a machine back to terminate the machine, thereby setting off a different reality, a different path. Yet Skynet follows the original path. If someone else from the future sent someone back to create a third path, somehow we'd have a multitude of actual historical paths not gelling with each other.

What would that do to both history and perception?

[guy ritchie] might just go back and watch one of his films



So Guy Ritchie has finally told the truth and said she looked like a granny on stage. According to Madge herself:

Ritchie's comments made Madonna feel "worthless [check], unattractive [check], unfeminine [check], insecure [check] and isolated [wouldn't know about that - there are her Kabbalist mates, after all]", reported London's Daily Mail, which has been forensically dissecting the break-up since Madonna's publicist announced it last week.

But the fact is, Madonna does look like a granny on stage, albeit a 21st century, super-fit, androgynous, very driven kind of granny...

You might have got the idea this blog does not much like the misnamed Madonna and you'd be right.

I envisage an island where all the Hiltons, Spears, Jolies, Beckams, Madonnas et al, can be airlifted, to romp around together in their wild animal luxury and leave the rest of us alone.

[so predictable] world financial reform

Finance pow-wow:

Ending a summit in Beijing, they also urged the International Monetary Fund (IMF) to play a greater role in helping countries hit by the market turmoil.

And while we're there, we'll institute UN control of international relations, WTO control of trade and WHO control of global health. As Shakespeare once wrote: "feeding on that which doth preserve the ill".

They're nothing if not predictable, these people.

Friday, October 24, 2008

[seven deadly sins] how do you fare

Greed:Very Low
 
Gluttony:Low
 
Wrath:Very Low
 
Sloth:Low
 
Envy:Very Low
 
Lust:Low
 
Pride:Very Low
 


The Seven Deadly Sins Quiz on 4degreez.com

H/T Bag

[the real ubermouth] little known facts


The fearsome reputation of the Ubertunes-playing nemesis of naughty people belies her early start to life:

One day whilst walking the one mile to school after a rainy night, I noticed that there was an earthworm on the road. Worried that it might get run over, I bent to pick it up and safely put it on the grassy verge.

But then there was another. And another. There were f*cking millions of them all wriggling dangerously in the road!

I got to school somewhere around 11:00 only to have to explain why I was late.

Carrie had nothing on Uber in her teenage years:

The girls would all talk about their boyfriends who they hoped to marry ( at 15!) I had yet to be kissed properly.Not saying I was a prude BUT I closed my eyes when I showered so I didn't see nudity- MY OWN! Funny, how after 30 ,you revert back to that.

Later in life, after various vicissitudes, she found an idyll of solitude:

We have a 7 acre private wildlife sanctuary my mother created in one of the fields. She feeds all the animals and harbours them from the neighbouring KILLERS, who illegally hunt them if they stray onto their properties. We have everything from pheasants and deer to rabbits,badgers and foxes to name a few.

It's not all roses though, especially where culinary differences crop up:

Mum:"Would you like a banana?"

Me( not being a monkey and all) " No, thank you. I don't like bananas"

Mum: " Go on, have a banana"

ME: " Mum! I just told you,I HATE bananas."

Mum: "Really? I love bananas" ( her being a monkey and all).

We go through this ritual EVERY single time she eats a banana- which is ALL the time!

So now we're approaching Christmas but Uber has a warning for you, as a public service, to save you before you invite someone dangerous down your chimney:

[Santa] is overweight, clearly exploiting Mrs. Claus's domesticity. He is a slave driver of vertically challenged people (okay! Midgets!) who are hardly top runners in the employment stakes. He is constantly doing B and E's all over the world( but why is he not on any frigging naughty list?)

He keeps secret files on all of us. He is quite the dictator in his unilateral decisions pertaining to what list we are relegated to. He doesn't even answer his mail! How rude!

No wonder he wears RED!

Remember, Ubermouth is only dangerous around a nest of vipers - her cloak then turns bright vermillion, her nutter-hypocrite detecting antennae twirl round at amazing speed and it might not be a good idea to cross swords - Lilith has nothing on her.

With humans though, she's a true friend, warm and fuzzy with a voice of honey and a penchant for saving defenceless earthworms and other oppressed creatures.

[friday] today will be a superb day


"Conviviality, good cheer, chicken tikka sandwiches, cappuccino, muffins, fish'n chips, snug as a bug in a rug, good cheer, pint of ale, bracing cup of tea, sympathy and affection, uproarious laughter, closing a deal, bonuses, early end to the working day, exquisite paintings, fine opera or ballet in the evening, lots of blog commenters, stimulating discussion, feeling of security, intriguing novel"
These are just some of the cheerful words for this Friday. Yours is surely going to be a good and it will set you up for a relaxing weekend. Good luck, all readers.