Merry Christmas!
The last Iraq Inquiry blog is only available at http://www.nemesis-ser.spaces.live.com/blog
Political satire and irony, banned, discouraged, controlled by New Libour is not dead, just sleeping
For the Christmas season only a blessing for the military and industrial complex, to be said with ironic intent and f...k you finger swirling proudly.
Blessed are the spin Doctors as each day they create life anew in their sterile metal vats and laboratories, the clever genetic manipulations of public relations while they split public opinion as though a brittle atom, a swirling molecule spinning like gyroscopes around the primal molecule.
Blessed are the military and industrial complex, for they made all the eager participants very rich indeed. Blessed are the Priests of hate and intolerance, for they shall keep the people from direct experience of God and force them to worship the anti-Christ of organised religion.
Blessed are the media moguls, the journalists and new reporters, for they shall put their heads up their own arses and whistle Wagner's entire Ring Cycle in a single breath, during another Apocalypse Now.
Blessed are the liars, for they shall make a mockery of truth and destroy the righteous, while basking in corruptions beneficial water. Blessed are the mad men and scientists, for they shall destroy the earth and all life upon it. Blessed are the corrupt, for they shall receive Knighthoods, honours, Peerages and the most lucrative of all government contracts. Blessed are the 'water boarding men', for they are the last line of defence against those who can not be bought and sold from a convenient car-boot.
Blessed are the war mongers, for they hope to destroy the earth and trigger the start of Armageddon, a final battle between good and evil before the end of days, the folding of time upon itself like an 'accordion', an origami bird with flapping wings. A victim-less crime that makes everyone accessories to the facts, to its deadly histories within the swarming gene pool. Amongst the insubstantial dancing shadows upon the cave walls, a union of mortal and immortal yearning to be known, yearning to know the world of phenomenal forms and raging spirits yearning to be known. The I, me, we Pantheon of creation and its hidden treasure, the black pearl, the immortal spaces and silences, the 'dark matter' and Gypsy stars. Blessed were the Victors liars, for this shall become tomorrows historical consequences, the Evil heart of darkness that destroys us all.
Blessed are ....
If you have lost the will to eat and drink more, extracts from The World of Shadows series, book three, The Spinning Men can be found at http://www.writing.com/author/nemisis
The weekly Iraq Inquiry blog will be back in the new year, so merry Chistmas to everyone.
Wednesday, 23 December 2009
Friday, 18 December 2009
The World Of Shadows
Of course there are realities within realities, truths within truths, lies within lies and if we are to believe some scientists, worlds within worlds. All inexorably bound together by thin threads of time and space, into a shimmering web of infinite possibility and potential; delicately balanced by conflicting gravity's somewhere between past and future, light and dark, good and evil, life and death. Only the names have been changed to protect the guilty and innocent alike.
Week three of the Iraq Inquiry
For one week only, the Iraq Inquiry blog is only available at: http://www.nemesis-ser.spaces.live.ccom/blog
This space will be used for an appeal to those gathered in our name at the UN climate change conference in Copenhagen.
Climate Change
Nothing ever changes, except the colour and inherent bias of America's forty fourth President. America and China still remain the major impediments to any meaningful outcomes, at the United Nation's 'climate change conference' in Copenhagen. Protectionism and petty minded nationalism are the seeds of individual destruction in an unfolding global catastrophe. While world leaders fly into the conference in their executive Jumbo jet's intent upon playing the blame game and ace up their extra large sleeves, the 'uncertainty principle'. The climate change Luddites (funded by the military and industrial complex), smashed the scientific data and research techniques behind it. Screaming incoherently that it is the work of the Devil, a blasphemy against all oil guzzling, God fearing, burger eating, obese Americans.
Global warming is a test, part natural fluctuation compounded by man's irresponsible, selfish pollution. A test we can pass by coming together as a collective humanity, by understanding that pollution and global warming do not stop or start at the borders of a single country. It is a global problem that will impact upon millions, with coastal cities flooded and fertile farming land lost under the deepening sea levels.
Only by coming together, working together and planning together as a collective humanity, citizens of this fragile earth. Beyond rescue by any but ourselves, if the planet we depend upon for our existence dies the same protracted death as Mar's. The balances holding life in place are fragile enough. Without humanity straining them to breaking point in the search for ever larger profit margins and limitless natural resources.
Humanity has unwittingly become the Agent of its own premature destruction, through increased determination and the scale of its economic endeavours. In the ongoing scramble for finite recourse's, there will be winner's and losers but ultimately it will be humanity that suffers the consequences of ecological change.
Resulting in the displacement of millions, billions when all around the world, coastal maps are redrawn, capital cities relocated and through increased acidification, the sea's left a stinking expanse of poisonous blue algal bloom, devoid of life. Coral Reef's just bleached, dead reminders of the diversity and multiplicity of created form upon our precious, rare, blue and white speck in the pulsating blackness of space.
Why do we destroy this garden, motivated by selfishness, greed and ignorance, when it is not ours to destroy? We are standing upon the edge of inevitable destruction, arguing like selfish, inconsiderate children about how far the fall will be. When it is the actions of our leaders and the puppet master's of the military and industrial complex, the financiers and great white industrialists. Who like Leviathans rise from the silent depths to gulp the barley breathable air. That the children and children's children will be forced to live with, by which they judge the irresponsibility of the chattering political classes. Intent upon selling inadequate response and compromise at the very tipping point, beyond which return and rebalance becomes increasingly more improbable.
In the name of humanity we, they must act now if we are to avert the man made catastrophe of climate change. The consequences of which will ripple forwards in time, damning future generations to pay the price for the West's greed and complacency following the Industrial Revolution. Let the legacy we leave to them, to humanity not be an extinction level event and the avoidable destruction of unique ecosystems and environments. A dead uninhabitable planet where life exists only in the shadows, civilization having regressed back to the 'stone age' before, like flickering candles, being extinguished forever amongst histories bleached bones.
Of all that has been destroyed or lost through greed and the irresponsible science of the fast return and optimum production, humanity and humanity alone, remains the only Agent of its own destruction. The clever monkey that tore down the forest, polluted the sea's and asphalted over any land not already under the deepening waters of global warming. Who in the end was to selfish to plan for the future and to stupid to be able to save itself from a global catastrophe of its own creation.
Only by acting decisively, by acting immediately, by acting together can we leave our children's, children's children with a world still able to support life in all its forms. Other than the barest, most meagre of existence's upon a polluted, dieing world. Let it not be said of us all, they were to greedy, to selfish, to nationalistic to care that the actions of a relative minority are costing the earth.
In the collective struggle for survival, ultimately there can be no winner's when tomorrow is polluted and killed today. Compromise and delay are inexcusable because the consequences are clearly visible to everyone and everything, except the Ostriches with their head's buried in the sand, or those for whom the economic benefits of the military and industrial complex are worth
the cost we, humanity will pay in the years, decades to come.
Let them not shout: 'Shame upon your selfish Stewardship'
'Why do you destroy this garden, is it yours'. Malcolm Lowry 'Under The Volcano'
Week three of the Iraq Inquiry
For one week only, the Iraq Inquiry blog is only available at: http://www.nemesis-ser.spaces.live.ccom/blog
This space will be used for an appeal to those gathered in our name at the UN climate change conference in Copenhagen.
Climate Change
Nothing ever changes, except the colour and inherent bias of America's forty fourth President. America and China still remain the major impediments to any meaningful outcomes, at the United Nation's 'climate change conference' in Copenhagen. Protectionism and petty minded nationalism are the seeds of individual destruction in an unfolding global catastrophe. While world leaders fly into the conference in their executive Jumbo jet's intent upon playing the blame game and ace up their extra large sleeves, the 'uncertainty principle'. The climate change Luddites (funded by the military and industrial complex), smashed the scientific data and research techniques behind it. Screaming incoherently that it is the work of the Devil, a blasphemy against all oil guzzling, God fearing, burger eating, obese Americans.
Global warming is a test, part natural fluctuation compounded by man's irresponsible, selfish pollution. A test we can pass by coming together as a collective humanity, by understanding that pollution and global warming do not stop or start at the borders of a single country. It is a global problem that will impact upon millions, with coastal cities flooded and fertile farming land lost under the deepening sea levels.
Only by coming together, working together and planning together as a collective humanity, citizens of this fragile earth. Beyond rescue by any but ourselves, if the planet we depend upon for our existence dies the same protracted death as Mar's. The balances holding life in place are fragile enough. Without humanity straining them to breaking point in the search for ever larger profit margins and limitless natural resources.
Humanity has unwittingly become the Agent of its own premature destruction, through increased determination and the scale of its economic endeavours. In the ongoing scramble for finite recourse's, there will be winner's and losers but ultimately it will be humanity that suffers the consequences of ecological change.
Resulting in the displacement of millions, billions when all around the world, coastal maps are redrawn, capital cities relocated and through increased acidification, the sea's left a stinking expanse of poisonous blue algal bloom, devoid of life. Coral Reef's just bleached, dead reminders of the diversity and multiplicity of created form upon our precious, rare, blue and white speck in the pulsating blackness of space.
Why do we destroy this garden, motivated by selfishness, greed and ignorance, when it is not ours to destroy? We are standing upon the edge of inevitable destruction, arguing like selfish, inconsiderate children about how far the fall will be. When it is the actions of our leaders and the puppet master's of the military and industrial complex, the financiers and great white industrialists. Who like Leviathans rise from the silent depths to gulp the barley breathable air. That the children and children's children will be forced to live with, by which they judge the irresponsibility of the chattering political classes. Intent upon selling inadequate response and compromise at the very tipping point, beyond which return and rebalance becomes increasingly more improbable.
In the name of humanity we, they must act now if we are to avert the man made catastrophe of climate change. The consequences of which will ripple forwards in time, damning future generations to pay the price for the West's greed and complacency following the Industrial Revolution. Let the legacy we leave to them, to humanity not be an extinction level event and the avoidable destruction of unique ecosystems and environments. A dead uninhabitable planet where life exists only in the shadows, civilization having regressed back to the 'stone age' before, like flickering candles, being extinguished forever amongst histories bleached bones.
Of all that has been destroyed or lost through greed and the irresponsible science of the fast return and optimum production, humanity and humanity alone, remains the only Agent of its own destruction. The clever monkey that tore down the forest, polluted the sea's and asphalted over any land not already under the deepening waters of global warming. Who in the end was to selfish to plan for the future and to stupid to be able to save itself from a global catastrophe of its own creation.
Only by acting decisively, by acting immediately, by acting together can we leave our children's, children's children with a world still able to support life in all its forms. Other than the barest, most meagre of existence's upon a polluted, dieing world. Let it not be said of us all, they were to greedy, to selfish, to nationalistic to care that the actions of a relative minority are costing the earth.
In the collective struggle for survival, ultimately there can be no winner's when tomorrow is polluted and killed today. Compromise and delay are inexcusable because the consequences are clearly visible to everyone and everything, except the Ostriches with their head's buried in the sand, or those for whom the economic benefits of the military and industrial complex are worth
the cost we, humanity will pay in the years, decades to come.
Let them not shout: 'Shame upon your selfish Stewardship'
'Why do you destroy this garden, is it yours'. Malcolm Lowry 'Under The Volcano'
Monday, 7 December 2009
The World Of Shadows
Of course there are realities within realities, truths within truths, lies within lies and if we are to believe some scientists, worlds within worlds. All inexorably bound together by thin threads of time and space, into a shimmering web of infinite possibility and potential, delicately balanced by conflicting gravity's somewhere between past and future, light and dark, good and evil, life and death. Only the names have been changed to protect the innocent and guilty.
Week two of the Iraq Inquiry
If the first week of the Iraq Inquiry confirmed anything, it was that the major protagonists in the formulation and manufacture of industrial strength whitewash with a hint of brown. Had lost non of their former ruthless criminal intent and eagerness to torture, harass and drug any still to stupid to tell the truth.
For only compliant yes men, on song canaries and photogenic liars with their sweat gland surgically removed so as better to talk out of their arses. Stared in this Christmas political pantomime, a Punch and Judy show - that's the way to do it - left until the dying day's, for the sub-species of extinct dinosaur Libour metamorphosed into.
In order to again play the ace up their sleaze, the fallibility of human memory and complicity of the media in another re-write of history according to the Bear Rich Project and those with heads so far up their arses, they could brush each others teeth. Thankfully Bear and Brush discovered at that first male bonding session at the Presidents Crawfish Ranch, dressed and jeans and plaid shirts, they used the same toothpaste and dental hygienist to knock out the teeth of any whom threatened to take away the cardboard kaleidoscopes.
With the pieces in flux, while they painted rainbows in the Technicolour vomit of overt sycophancy and complete disregard for the international law and the United Nations Charter. To which both contries are signatories - that's the way to do it - amidst the cracked, distorting mirrors and ever thickening smoke of another Government orchestrated inquiry. Into the dizzying activities of the spinning men, the media magicians and focus group Covens for those in the loop, hypnotised and wild eyed. Who play pass the parcel to you, to me, to you with Alice in Wonderland and the Cheshire cat's cosmetic dentistry claimed on expenses, riding upon the 'gravy train' jumping up and down shouting me, me, me or talking in code.
It was like watching the National Theatres latest production of 'The Cherry Orchard'. Beautiful scenery, flash web site but the same wooden actors, performing word perfect and line by line from an old script, the audience mesmerised by flashing lights and a shared understanding of history's intent but unwilling, or unable to learn from it. Without exception, they lied then and are still the same crafted, polished stinkers as published in autobiographies and upon their 'Face Back' web page.
Any to stupid to believe in truth and integrity, or taken by a sudden attack of conscience. Were long ago decapitated (technical term for destroying someone), or given doses of pure LSD, which drove them mad or to committee suicide in Blue Bell Wood. Amongst the fairies and pixie dust of kaleidoscope world, for in the Kingdom of the blind, the one eyed man is always King.
As to the extent that the latest Iraq Inquiry was government orchestrated whitewash with a hint of brown. Just looking at the 'who's who' of Knights, Lords and compliant military men, staring in this Punch and Judy show at the end of a short pier, yes men to a man. You knew it was the same old, same old selling out of democracy and freedom, the abandonment of cabinet government and accountability. In favour of off-the-record, Ikea sofa government and KGB surveillance of any to doubt or question the Bear Rich Project and tartan totalitarianism's terracotta army of nodding dog politicians. The Millennium Dome full of tumbling, spinning, fiddling and flipping men. When after weeks of advertising the greatest spectacular of the decade ever televised, it turned out to be nothing by a troop of coffee hyperactives and hung over alcoholics sailing through the air upon the end of metal wires.
By having the Iraq Inquiry at the end of a short pier, in the final day's of Libour's cuckoo Parliament with its sell out, wash out car-boot revolution and dark night of the soul. For those who did not, could not believe in the Messianic ramblings of (Teflon) Tony and his trained pet's, the big black Vultures who sat hungrily around the cabinet table waiting for opportunity to come bing, bang, bunging at their door. No doubt bought by the British tax payers along with a floating duck house for the lake. Where could be heard the call of the Coot and mournful, haunting 'water boarding' man's song: 'Splish, splash, splosh, tell us what you know Tosh, before we almost drown you again'.
Remained fully in control of this re-telling of a classic work of fiction, along with all the back story's and sub-plots where, in the world of shadows, are hidden all the truths New Libour abandoned long before its fist election victory. Along with tradition and a commitment to democracy as they changed their politics and colour. Red on day, green the next, then blue and red again but that was the enduring fascination of Ikea sofa government for control freaks and habitual liars, the opportunity to make it up as they went along.
Surrendering as they did to the mystical, mumbo-jumbo of Tony Bear who daily heard the voice of God whispering inside his head, telling him to invade Iraq and sell out his own country, for a leading roll upon the international stage. To sit again at the 'top table' amongst the power dressers and mouth breeders, those who spoke the international language of unmarked used dollars or pounds stuffed into sports bags or secret numbered Swiss Bank Accounts. The scratch and sniff smell of new bank notes changes every fifteen minutes, for those with an addiction to air miles, warehouse's full of bing, bang, bung freebies and priceless promises of politics patronage and favour to the highest bidder.
If you want to read a longer version of this blog go to http://nemesis-ser.spaces.live.com/blog
Week two of the Iraq Inquiry
If the first week of the Iraq Inquiry confirmed anything, it was that the major protagonists in the formulation and manufacture of industrial strength whitewash with a hint of brown. Had lost non of their former ruthless criminal intent and eagerness to torture, harass and drug any still to stupid to tell the truth.
For only compliant yes men, on song canaries and photogenic liars with their sweat gland surgically removed so as better to talk out of their arses. Stared in this Christmas political pantomime, a Punch and Judy show - that's the way to do it - left until the dying day's, for the sub-species of extinct dinosaur Libour metamorphosed into.
In order to again play the ace up their sleaze, the fallibility of human memory and complicity of the media in another re-write of history according to the Bear Rich Project and those with heads so far up their arses, they could brush each others teeth. Thankfully Bear and Brush discovered at that first male bonding session at the Presidents Crawfish Ranch, dressed and jeans and plaid shirts, they used the same toothpaste and dental hygienist to knock out the teeth of any whom threatened to take away the cardboard kaleidoscopes.
With the pieces in flux, while they painted rainbows in the Technicolour vomit of overt sycophancy and complete disregard for the international law and the United Nations Charter. To which both contries are signatories - that's the way to do it - amidst the cracked, distorting mirrors and ever thickening smoke of another Government orchestrated inquiry. Into the dizzying activities of the spinning men, the media magicians and focus group Covens for those in the loop, hypnotised and wild eyed. Who play pass the parcel to you, to me, to you with Alice in Wonderland and the Cheshire cat's cosmetic dentistry claimed on expenses, riding upon the 'gravy train' jumping up and down shouting me, me, me or talking in code.
It was like watching the National Theatres latest production of 'The Cherry Orchard'. Beautiful scenery, flash web site but the same wooden actors, performing word perfect and line by line from an old script, the audience mesmerised by flashing lights and a shared understanding of history's intent but unwilling, or unable to learn from it. Without exception, they lied then and are still the same crafted, polished stinkers as published in autobiographies and upon their 'Face Back' web page.
Any to stupid to believe in truth and integrity, or taken by a sudden attack of conscience. Were long ago decapitated (technical term for destroying someone), or given doses of pure LSD, which drove them mad or to committee suicide in Blue Bell Wood. Amongst the fairies and pixie dust of kaleidoscope world, for in the Kingdom of the blind, the one eyed man is always King.
As to the extent that the latest Iraq Inquiry was government orchestrated whitewash with a hint of brown. Just looking at the 'who's who' of Knights, Lords and compliant military men, staring in this Punch and Judy show at the end of a short pier, yes men to a man. You knew it was the same old, same old selling out of democracy and freedom, the abandonment of cabinet government and accountability. In favour of off-the-record, Ikea sofa government and KGB surveillance of any to doubt or question the Bear Rich Project and tartan totalitarianism's terracotta army of nodding dog politicians. The Millennium Dome full of tumbling, spinning, fiddling and flipping men. When after weeks of advertising the greatest spectacular of the decade ever televised, it turned out to be nothing by a troop of coffee hyperactives and hung over alcoholics sailing through the air upon the end of metal wires.
By having the Iraq Inquiry at the end of a short pier, in the final day's of Libour's cuckoo Parliament with its sell out, wash out car-boot revolution and dark night of the soul. For those who did not, could not believe in the Messianic ramblings of (Teflon) Tony and his trained pet's, the big black Vultures who sat hungrily around the cabinet table waiting for opportunity to come bing, bang, bunging at their door. No doubt bought by the British tax payers along with a floating duck house for the lake. Where could be heard the call of the Coot and mournful, haunting 'water boarding' man's song: 'Splish, splash, splosh, tell us what you know Tosh, before we almost drown you again'.
Remained fully in control of this re-telling of a classic work of fiction, along with all the back story's and sub-plots where, in the world of shadows, are hidden all the truths New Libour abandoned long before its fist election victory. Along with tradition and a commitment to democracy as they changed their politics and colour. Red on day, green the next, then blue and red again but that was the enduring fascination of Ikea sofa government for control freaks and habitual liars, the opportunity to make it up as they went along.
Surrendering as they did to the mystical, mumbo-jumbo of Tony Bear who daily heard the voice of God whispering inside his head, telling him to invade Iraq and sell out his own country, for a leading roll upon the international stage. To sit again at the 'top table' amongst the power dressers and mouth breeders, those who spoke the international language of unmarked used dollars or pounds stuffed into sports bags or secret numbered Swiss Bank Accounts. The scratch and sniff smell of new bank notes changes every fifteen minutes, for those with an addiction to air miles, warehouse's full of bing, bang, bung freebies and priceless promises of politics patronage and favour to the highest bidder.
If you want to read a longer version of this blog go to http://nemesis-ser.spaces.live.com/blog
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