Who's Your Sovereign

What astonishes you, dear worst-reader? I can tell you what astonishes moi. When words and meaning spoken connect. In other words, hypocrisy among the ruling classes is obvious. But when that hypocrisy is revealed and/or admitted to–especially by one of the rulers–well, it’s time to take a step back. Politics, international banking, high-stakes finance, etc., all have a treasure trove of hypocrisy. That’s why this is a moment to cherish. For hypocrisy has been blatantly revealed by the hypocrite(s).

President Cristina Fernández de Kirchener of Argentina: “It’s the first time in the history of the Paris Club that a country in our conditions has negotiated with a multilateral body without the intervention of the International Monetary Fund, and without giving up the autonomy that a sovereign country should have, and which reveals to us that when we’re allowed to grow, when we’re allowed to develop our own policies, that when we’re allowed to generate jobs and employment, the conditions exist to honor one’s commitments and take charge of its debt. We’re not, as the vultures say, serial debtors. They, the international financial capitalists, are serial predators not just on our economy but of many economies in the world.”

In case you missed the essence, here it is shortened and slightly paraphrased: “without giving up the autonomy of a sovereign country Argentina will now pay for its debt that was incurred because richer countries exploited us and that’s handy-dandy and Otto Kraus A-O-K.” Argentina’s leader is admitting that The World Bank, IMF and The Paris Club have been robbing sovereign nations of their sovereignty. Ok. Ok. I’m not (that) naive. Of course countries like Argentina have been treated poorly by richer nations. But that’s somehow not the point when words like the above are spoken in public. Any person who’s put a bit of effort into understanding world affairs knows that countries get dupped. That bigger, richer countries exploit smaller, poorer countries. But when was the last time one of the smaller, poorer countries actually called out and named the hypocrisy? When I heard the words from the newz clip below and that they were actually spoken by the head of a so-called nation-state I cringed, stood still, checked the ground beneath me. And. While streaming the broadcast to my KitchenAppleTV, cleaning my boots, washing the pots and pans, buttering the fish for tonights grill and hoping that my home-made vodka-cherry-sorbet would ripen enough for the festivities, I stopped dead and waited for my brain to reboot. I grabbed the AppleTV remote and hit the pause button. Outside my kitchen window a classic BMW R/75 parked in front of the village Brotchen café. Time for a stiff drink even if it is ten thirty in the A-M.

Links:

Relevant part of vid starts at 2:14.

Good luck to all debtors and debtor-nations.

-Tommi

Henry Miller's 11 (With Comments)

Henry Miller’s 11 commandments for writing (that Tommi doesn’t live by).

  1. Work on one thing at a time until finished. (Too many things in head.)
  2. Start no more new books, add no more new material to ‘Black Spring.’ (When working on novel thinking about a play.)
  3. Don’t be nervous. Work calmly, joyously, recklessly on whatever is in hand. (The reckless part. Doesn’t that counter #1?)
  4. Work according to Program and not according to mood. Stop at the appointed time! (And what when you work according to a wine full of belly?)
  5. When you can’t create you can work. (Oh, now that makes sense.)
  6. Cement a little every day, rather than add new fertilizers. (Ok. A new definition of the word ‘cement’.)
  7. Keep human! See people, go places, drink if you feel like it. (How ’bout doing this without keeping human.)
  8. Don’t be a draught-horse! Work with pleasure only. (Then it would be called pleasure and not writing. Embrace the pain.)
  9. Discard the Program when you feel like it—but go back to it next day. Concentrate. Narrow down. Exclude. (Ok. Makes sense.)
  10. Forget the books you want to write. Think only of the book you are writing. (Same as #2. Come on Henry!)
  11. Write first and always. Painting, music, friends, cinema, all these come afterwards. (What if you can’t paint, have no friends and there is only AppleTV and no cinema anymore? Oh Henry.)

Rant on.

-ts

Snowed

Come to terms with errors and more errors. Or maybe they’re not errors. The thing is this. He has a platform and a really large bullhorn. Listen to what he says? Yes. But does he really provide answers? Not sure. But then again, maybe there are no real questions asked of him. Nomatter. For history will tell of this. (It will tell of what he says.) And that same history will speak to so few just like the history after it. Or something like that.

Btw, here’s a link to a youtube search regarding The Snowed (effect). Below on of them (vids). And here’s the German ARD interview that really got me riled. Good lucks.

Update: below is the link that lead to the ARD video but it has since been made private. Googling “snowden” and “ard” should get you something, though. Good luck.

h t t p : / / youtu.be/4GlYh58cxKY

video is private

Confliction

Wait. “Confliction” isn’t a word? Why not? Should be a word. Like… Oblivia. Nomatter. Something about recent Eurowasteland vote debacle. Wait. So maybe I should use the word debacle? Stop. Nomatter. Points of view in Eurowasteland is confliction. (Great sentence, eh?) Or is it parliamentary pseudo governance in Eurowasteland being buzzwords and not governance? Nomatter. Some articles to promote the confliction. (There I said it.)

Good luck with that.

-Tommi

Killer Privilege

 

The atomic structure of death-cult drugs.
The atomic structure of death-cult drugs used to raise the off-spring of American’t

Ah. Another shooting. Another shooting by some kid so doped-up that it’s time to close the blinds, pull down the shades, staple the eyelids shut. For this one might just be scarier than the last one. The last shooting, that is. Or wait. This new one only killed seven…or is it six? Wait. The last killed… Nomatter. What’s important here is that the newz can capitalize on… Let’s see. This person hated females. But he drove a nice car. So you have hate and consuming together as all was meant to be–in the land of failupwards. I mean, why would anyone drive a chick-catcher-car if he didn’t like gurls? No wait. The newz will explain it to us. Right? I mean. Maybe the gurls didn’t like him. Deliver (answers) to us newz. No? Ok. Move on.

What about that well spoken vid on the Interwebnets, the youtubes? It all coincides with his one-hundred-forty-odd page manifesto–which you can only get via some Interwebnet service (see links below). From what I’ve read so far this manifesto is very well written. The last manifesto I read was horribly written. What’s become of our death-cult servicers? Now they’re cultivated and almost elegant–in a very weird kinda way.  OYG, what is this world coming to! Not only does our national obsession with death exceed that of anything outside of war but the perpetrators are the kids of Hollywood film directors and they can read and write and at twenty-two drive around in a BMW gurl catching cars… Or maybe not.

Privilege kills indeed.

And now for a quick look at what American’ts latest whack-job took for “medication” to deal with his American’t problems? Get a load of Risperidone. Wiki even has a separate page listing the side effects of this drug. What a great country, eh. What a great new tech service the Interwebnets provides. If only the information provided could weave its way through all the ignorance that enables this stuff. But I digress.

Indeed. Another closed-minded day in the land of dream dreamers, Disney and living by the gun. Speaking of guns. Should we get into guns today, dear worst-reader? In this most recent shooting, none of the brand names of the guns was even mentioned. At least the brand names weren’t mentioned in the news I scanned. But I suppose the time of advertising, of marketing our famed Colts, PeaceMakers, nine-millimeters, eh-are-fifteens, etc., etc., are over. We know them all too well. Like coca-cola. Such advertising has no effect anymore. So we move on. Now it’s about the drugs. Or is it about the BMW he drove? Nomatter.

The eyelids are closed. There is nothing left to see in the freakshow–that we haven’t seen a dozen or so times before. The blinds are down and it still happens. The colorful depiction of reds and flesh and broken BMWs on a side-walk near you is not enough. We need more. We are more. Of this death. Hail the death cult. The religious nut-bags, gun totters, the NRA–grievance, belonging, sentiment–all that is left of American’t except for a new mall or iphone 7d(eath). Oh, the dominate decaying landscape and maintain the guns, the drugged-up kids, the parents incapable of recognizing that they were raised to beget these children, this species of death. And while you’re at it. There’s got to be something interesting to watch while the eyelids are shut on the TVs or Interwebnets which are now connected directly to the brain through microwave cellular nodes atop rotting buildings and other nation-state infrastructure left to the whims of cost cutting and greed galore. Yeah, that’s the ticket. Keep your eyelids shut and watch Oprah or Ellen. All will be well. As usual. Go ’bout your failing.

Links:

  • Kind of shocked that I found this link. Would you believe that this is actually Isla Vista’s second killing by one of its obviously whacked out children of privilege.
  • Here’s the manifesto. Well written n’all.
  • What a coincidence. The father who participated in this by drugging-up his kid is a semi-famous hollywood director and his website peterrodger.com is down.
  • He don’t like gurls.
  • Look. Father & Drug Co. tried to help.

Rant on.

-Tommi