November 20, 2012

CT deniers crack me up.

A conspiracy is three or more people agreeing in secret to commit a crime. Who on this board is delusional enough to try and pretend that conspiracy is not a substantial element in what takes place every day, in this pure-as-the-driven-snow fiasco that we laughingly call "life today"? It would be easier to list the few things which are NOT the result of conspiracy of some sort. Yet in spite of that undeniable fact there's constant sneering at CT? And that makes one "smart" I guess?

Give me a friggin' break! The epithet of "conspiracy theory" as a dismissive putdown has been used since primordial ooze as the #1 original cover up and favorite discrediting technique of those (for one, can-you-spell C-I-A, as a symbolic umbrella for all the other acronyms and assorted privatized Smedley-esque freaks) who seriously, no kidding, yes they really do, spin the damn things night and day. Wake up, this is 2012! We were way past this in overall comprehension of what's going on, back in 1970.

It really is depressing, watching what passes for intelligence marching constantly backward. God help the deniers when those who have lived long enough to see enough to know better are gone. Then, it will be actually Orwellian. There will be none left to dare (or even of a mind to, apparently) call it conspiracy. And so it will proceed, "...not with a bang, but a whimper".

Well not till we're gone from this world though! And we're not all gone yet.

Now, I don't know about this particular Anonymous/Rove story. But I do know this: 1) slapping a label of "CT" or "woo woo" on it disproves nothing; and 2) far stranger things than this have happened before. So I would think that a reasonable person would wait to see what else comes of it, or doesn't come of it, as the case may be. As for Moulitsos, this little episode has been enough to demonstrate to me, fwiw, that he is too small of a thinker to take seriously. So be it, no big loss there.

November 7, 2012

"when the hitman comes, he knows damn well he has been cheated... "

Somewhere in a lonely hotel room
There's a guy starting to realize
That eternal fate has turned its back on him
It's two a.m.

It's two a.m. the fear has gone
I'm sitting here waitin' the gun still warm
Maybe my connection is tired of takin' chances
Yeah there's a storm on the loose, sirens in my head
I'm wrapped up in silence, all circuits are dead
I cannot decode
My whole life spins into a frenzy

Help I'm steppin' into the Twilight Zone
This is a madhouse
Feels like being cloned
My beacon's been moved under moon and star
Where am I to go
Now that I've gone too far
Help I'm steppin' into the Twilight Zone
This is a madhouse
Feels like being cloned
My beacon's been moved under moon and star
Where am I to go
Now that I've gone too far
Soon you will come to know
When the bullet hits the bone
Soon you will come to know
When the bullet hits the bone

I'm falling down a spiral
Destination unknown
A double-crossed messenger
All alone
I can't get no connection
I can't get through
Where are you
Well the night weighs heavy on his guilty mind
This far from the borderline
And when the hitman comes
He knows damn well he has been cheated
And he says...

Help I'm steppin' into the Twilight Zone
This is a madhouse
Feels like being cloned
My beacon's been moved under moon and star
Where am I to go
Now that I've gone too far
Help I'm steppin' into the twilight zone
This is a madhouse
Feels like being cloned
My beacon's been moved under moon and star
Where am I to go
Now that I've gone too far
Soon you will come to know
When the bullet hits the bone
Soon you will come to know
When the bullet hits the bone
When the bullet hits the bone

...

Help I'm steppin' into the Twilight Zone
This is a madhouse
Feels like being cloned
My beacon's been moved under moon and star
Where am I to go
Now that I've gone too far
Help I'm steppin' into the Twilight Zone
This is a madhouse
Feels like being cloned
My beacon's been moved under moon and star
Where am I to go
Now that I've gone too far
Soon you will come to know
When the bullet hits the bone
Soon you will come to know
When the bullet hits the bone
Soon you will come to know
When the bullet hits the bone
Soon you will come to know
When the bullet hits the bone
When the bullet hits the bone
When the bullet hits the bone
When the bullet hits the bone
When the bullet hits the bone
When the bullet hits the bone
When the bullet hits the bone
When the bullet hits the bone
When the bullet hits the bone

November 6, 2012

"When the ship comes in" (1963)

It's funny, POTUS's first election reminded me of this song, but of course now it seems to fit this election even better. Who knows, maybe Dylan is right about a ("sea changing"?) landslide. Hope so. Have to admit, I've had a hunch in that direction myself... was afraid to jinx it by saying so, though.

Oh the time will come up
When the winds will stop
And the breeze will cease to be breathin'
Like the stillness in the wind
Before the hurricane begins
The hour that the ship comes in

Then the sea will split
And the ships will hit
And the sands on the shoreline will be shakin'
Then the tide will sound
And the waves will pound
And the morning will be a-breakin'

Oh the fishes will laugh
As they swim out of the path
And the seagulls they'll be a-smilin'
And the rocks on the sand
Will proudly stand
The hour that the ship comes in

And the words that are used
For to get the ship confused
Will not be understood as they're spoken
For the chains of the sea
Will have busted in the night
And be buried on the bottom of the ocean

A song will lift
As the mainsail shifts
And the boat drifts on to the shoreline
And the sun will respect
Every face on the deck
The hour that the ship comes in

Then the sands will roll
Out a carpet of gold
For your weary toes to be a-touchin'
And the ship's wise men
Will remind you once again
That the whole wide world is watchin'

Oh the foes will rise
With the sleep still in their eyes
And they'll jerk from their beds and think they're dreamin'
But they'll pinch themselves and squeal
And they'll know that it's for real
The hour that the ship comes in

And they'll raise their hands
Sayin' 'we'll meet all your demands'
But we'll shout from the bow 'your days are numbered!'
And like Pharaoh's tribe
They'll be drownded in the tide
And like Goliath, they'll be conquered

November 5, 2012

"Be"

He is such a good writer. It's so cool that he would get involved himself and do this.