Saturday, May 24, 2008

Dysteleology/Dysastrotopia, an memrin tha Alamo

"My life sucks and everything's fucked-up. God, I love it."

That covers the first half of the title entirely. Is it good enough? Isn't there a bit more to it than that? Are we left only with this Leftist anomie? Is that all there is?

A bit back I was reading Nicholas Goodrick-Clarke, The Occult Roots of Nazism, and therein I came across "disaster utopia." It sums up so much so well.

And for those who like to be cool, who tell me the telos is nothing, here's their theme song.

Is that all there is?

SPOKEN:
I remember when I was a very little girl, our house caught on fire.
I'll never forget the look on my father's face as he gathered me up
in his arms and raced through the burning building out to the pavement.
I stood there shivering in my pajamas and watched the whole world go up in flames.
And when it was all over I said to myself, 'Is that all there is to a fire?'

SUNG:
Is that all there is, is that all there is?
If that's all there is, my friends, then let's keep dancing.
Let's break out the booze and have a ball,
If that's all there is

SPOKEN:
And when I was 12 years old, my father took me to a circus, the greatest show on earth.
There were clowns and elephants and dancing bears.
And a beautiful lady in pink tights flew high above our heads.
And so I sat there watching the marvelous spectacle.
I had the feeling that something was missing.
I don't know what, but when it was over,
I said to myself, 'Is that all there is to a circus?

SUNG:
Is that all there is, is that all there is?
If that's all there is, my friends, then let's keep dancing.
Let's break out the booze and have a ball,
If that's all there is.

SPOKEN:
Then I fell in love, head over heels in love, with the most wonderful boy in the world.
We would take long walks by the river or just sit for hours gazing into each other's eyes.
We were so very much in love.
Then one day he went away and I thought I'd die; but I didn't,
and when I didn't I said to myself, 'Is that all there is to love?'

SUNG:
Is that all there is, is that all there is?
If that's all there is my friends, then let's keep dancing.

SPOKEN:
I know what you must be saying to yourselves:
'If that's the way she feels about it why doesn't she just end it all?'
Oh no, not me. I'm in no hurry for that final disappointment,
for I know just as well as I'm standing here talking to you,
when that final moment comes and I'm breathing my last breath, I'll be saying to myself:

SUNG:
Is that all there is, is that all there is?
If that's all there is my friends, then let's keep dancing.
Let's break out the booze and have a ball...
If that's all there is....

Written by Jerry Leiber and Mike Stoller; performed by Peggy Lee, 1969

"My life sucks and everything's fucked-up. God, I love it."

It ain't for me. I don't like cool at all. What I like?

Memorial Day comes on Monday. I hope to post something on Stephen Austin, the founder of the Republic of Texas. Maybe I just might refer to the Alamo. If Texas were all there is, then I'd break out the booze and ask you to dance. But there's more. There are another 49 reasons to celebrate. Let's have a ball.

[Dysteleology is the philosophical view that existence has no telos or final cause from purposeful design. The term "dysteleology" is a modern word invented and popularized by Haeckel.[1]]

Thursday, May 22, 2008

Thursdays at VPL: it's an "American" thing

We calls 'em Death Hippies 'cause they kill folks.

Look at the antics of those who parade in support of jihadis, and see in that the giving of permission to killers to continue. Yes, there's a qualitative difference between a Hizb'allah supporter and a real, genuine jihadi who shoots people or bombs them or otherwise attacks with violence. Me, I'm not so fussy when it comes to making these distinctions. I see the left dhimmi fascist as a Death Hippie if he supports killers. I'm plain. I'm probably stupid. I think that if I cheer the team, I have some responsibility for what the team does. If they score, they do it because I paid for a ticket to give them a shot at it. Jihadis feel the same way about me; that if I vote for Bush, then I should suffer for his actions. OK, I can live with it. Or not, as the case might be. But the same is true of the opposing team. Support jihadis, be a Death Hippie.

Today in Canada the Canadian Human Rights Commission is out in full force beating up on intellectuals of all sorts, other than their sort, in kangaroo courts. Steyn, Levant, Shaidle, et all. So we go out each week to the local library to lend our support to our side, to the side that doesn't side with the Death Hippies. We'll be at the library again this evening, like every Thursday evening, to sit and by sitting to protest against the jihad and the dhimmitude that supports it. We'll have coffee and maybe a cookie, and we'll say things that could well get us hauled up before the courts here. We'll say, for example, that we support freedom of speech.

I know, I know, it's a dangerous thing, this concept of free speech, and it's an American concept. But we support it anyway. If you do too, even if it's an American thing, why not join us for some coffee at Vancouver public library in the atrium from 7-9:00 p.m.? We talk about books, about the state of our states, and we plan further action against the dismal state of freedom in this nation, Canada, now under assault by Death Hippies across the land. This evening we'll discuss Mark Styne, et all, but we'll also discuss the up-coming case of the Death Hippies versus Rachel Davis and Bill Simpson, a local outrage against the citizenry. We hope to have some effect. Come sit with us and have an effect on your future as well. Have some coffee. Maybe a cookie.

Wednesday, May 21, 2008

Hot Travel Tips for Ageing Boyscouts

I never use dog-tags for some reason. Maybe because the links get tangled in the hair on my chest. So I asked a buddy about a tattoo, [In Case of Death] "ICOD #XX-XXX-XXX-XXXX." He said that'd be fine, but what if I were horribly burned? Better, he said, to do with nothing so my friends might find themselves one day saying, maybe, "Hey, whatever happened to old what's his name?" Yeah, it pays to plan.
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I hate the thought of the government or some commie NGO being responsible for my post-mortem needs. I do love the idea of brown baggin' it 'cause that's the macho kinda guy I am.

I hope this has been helpful and uplifting to you all, and in the meantime, as you ponder this depth, I'll try to come up with something more closely related to what I usually do here. Or maybe something interesting.

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

Sen. Kennedy to Seek Hydrotherapy

I called Sen. Ted Kennedy today as soon as I got the news he has a malignant brain. tumor. I asked him, "Ted, what the fuck?" and he said, "I'm going for hydrotherapy, Dag," and I said, "Cool, like, go for it, dude."

The senator told me he's going to drive the new V.W. over to the local lake for a long swim to clear his head. I like it-- cause I luuuv the senator.

He's a first rate guy. He said to me, "Dag, you wanna bottle? I'm stopping on the way and I can pick you up one." I told him I don't really drink, and he said,"That's cool, I can drink it for you." What a guy. I hope his brain is, well, I don't know, what's it ever been? Like it's always been. I suspect the swim will do us all a lot of good. Hydrotherapy. If he'd thought of it when he was young he might have been president.

Monday, May 19, 2008

Anals of the Caliphs' Kitchens

Sahnoun Daifallah, wearing a black top, with a full beard and long black wavy hair, is alleged to have ruined 706 books, many of them in the children's section, with a "very smelly, brown, unpleasant substance"; to have released the liquid over food; to have squirted a "foul-smelling" substance on to frozen chips and over wine bottles; tests .... have shown the fluid to be a mix of urine, faeces and domestic products; a possible motive had yet to be established.


MAN PLEADS NOT GUILTY TO SUPERMARKET ATTACK

See here for original copy.

Me, I ain't got a clue.
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Saeed Hasmi and Jan Yadgari sold chocolate cake sprinkled with human faeces; the sweet treat was covered in faeces; there were bits of it all over the top of the cake; admitted the charge; were fined £1,500. Hasmi said: "It was not our fault but I don't want to talk about it.
Full story at link below.
http://nodhimmitude.blogspot.com/2008/02/let-them-kafirs-eat-cake.html

Me, I ain't got a clue.
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Iranian immigrant Behrouz Nahidmobarekeh sentenced to five years in prison for sprinkling dried feces on pastries in a Dallas, Texas grocery store; employees had been rude to him; would dry his own feces, then grate it up with a cheese grater, and then go to the store and sprinkle it on the food; he was caught in the act. He expressed no remorse for what he had done.

http://nodhimmitude.blogspot.com/2008/02/let-them-kafirs-eat-cake-2.html

Me, I ain't got a clue.
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Figured there has to be more to Islamic cookery than that. Had to look to amazon.com.

Annals of the Caliph's Kitchen, January 9, 2008
Annals of the Caliphs' Kitchens
English Translation with Introduction and Glossary by Nawal Nasrallah.

Good luck with that.
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Hmmm. Something didn't smell quite right. A bit of following my nose lead here:
Native of Turkey; lived in Berlin for 37 years ... one of the largest suppliers of meat for Germany; authorities confiscated ... a nauseating stash of rotten meat in ... Berlin warehouse; mislabeling and storing four tonnes of rotting meat; he is innocent ... his suppliers are to blame; case is one of several ... in recent years; last fall, a Bavarian producer admitted to shipping beef and turkey meat unsuitable for human consumption to kebab restaurants around the country; accused of storing spoiled meat and labeling goods of foreign origin as though they had come from Berlin; supplied meat to hundreds of döner stands in Berlin alone; döner kebabs are sold in more than 1,800 stands around Berlin; sales volume fell 10 to 20 percent for a few weeks.
Thursday, May 15, 2008
From Esther at Islam in Europe.

No, I'm still clueless. "Sales volume fell 10 to 20 percent for a few weeks." According to my calculator I find that 80-90 percent of customers didn't know or didn't care they were and are eating rotten food. Halal a lu ya. Any rot'll do ya.
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An update on this story. "Urine spray man gets nine years," from the BBC, April 14 (thanks to Tim):

A chemist who contaminated food and wine in Gloucestershire supermarkets with his own urine and faeces has been sent to prison for nine years.

Sahnoun Daifallah, 42, of Bibury Road, Gloucester, was found guilty of four counts of contaminating goods at four businesses in May 2008.

April 14, 2009 [More:] http://www.jihadwatch.org/archives/025677.php#respond

Hey, I think something's smelling fishy here.
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A message from Reliable Sources

Carnegie Election on June 5th

It's a better deal than the Dollar Store just around the corner. Pay a dollar for a membership to Carnegie Centre and you can come to the general meeting on June 5th to vote for a new Board of Directors. But hurry up. You need to have had a membership card for two weeks to be eligible to vote.

If you want to run for the Board you need to have had a membership card for 60 days.

To register to vote, you have to be at the theatre on the first floor of Carnegie at 5 p.m. If you come late, you won't be allowed to vote. The actual meeting starts at 5:30 p.m.

After you register, you can run upstairs to the cafeteria and get a seafood dinner for three dollars. They serve seafood every Thursday. Or you can get a bowl of soup for 75 cents.

Free coffee is provided at the meeting.

Rachel Davis -- many Carnegie members know her as Rosetta from the music program -- was new on the Board this past year and wrote about it: The Year I Spent a Decade on the Carnegie Board. Lou Anne, a Carnegie member who has overcome a brain injury, praised Rachel at a Board meeting a couple of months ago and said we need more "new blood" on the Board. Some people have spent too many years on the Board, Lou Anne pointed out.

You have to wonder if it is time to vote Jeff Sommers off the island. He spoke against a motion by Davis to hold a review of the barring of Simpson, a duly elected Board member, from the building and Board meetings. The fact that Downtown Eastsiders, whose interests Sommers claims to represent, had voted for Simpson and were being denied representation while he was relegated to the sidewalk outside during meetings, didn't seem to phase Sommers. He argued that if Simpson's barring was reviewed, everybody who was upset about being barred would want their case reviewed.

But Sommers will probably get re-elected. At this very moment, he may be burning up cell phone minutes rounding up people to come out and vote. And Jean Swanson -- that would be the homeless advocate who didn't speak up when a homeless Board member was denied entry to Board meetings -- will no doubt be using her e-mail list of reliable comrades to get the vote out for Sommers and others who avoided speaking up for the right of an elected Board member to come to meetings.

http://downtowneastsideenquirer.blogspot.com/2008/05/carnegie-election-on-june-5th.html

The lady who recovered from the brain injury is light-years ahead of the crew running the Carnegie Center at this time. There's little chance that such a mafia as they will relinquish power without a police raid, but there's a chance to try to at least put some rational and decent people on the board of directors there, if only to have them thrown onto the street like William Simpson had done to him by the City Hall functionaries at the behest of Ethanol, the Carnegie's grand apparatchick. One must try.