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Republicans: dog fucking niggers:

“Economists,” he said of the 1970s, “discovered opportunism—a polite term for cheating. Before that, economics had been a just-world defense of the status quo. But when the status quo became the welfare state, suddenly economics became all about cheating. Game theory was about cheating. Public-choice theory was about cheating. Asymmetric information was about cheating. The invisible-hand doctrine tells us there is only one outcome, and that outcome is the best. But once you enter a world of cheating there is no longer one outcome. It is what economists call multiple equilibria, which means there is not a deterministic outcome. The outcome depends on how successful the cheating is. And one of the consequences of this is that economists are not in a strong position to tell society what to do.”

If we cling to our current economic model— “every man for himself”— “it will require serious repression.”

“There is not a free market solution to a peaceful decline,” he said.

Avner Offer, to Chris Hedges.

You credit card rich assholes that think you are somehow better than me best wake up. My shit has already hit the fan, your’s has not. When your shit hits the fan I will 1) eat you for breakfast, 2) fuck your wives in the ass, and 3) toss you both in the river.

You see, I played by the rules, and you fucked me over. Now I’m gonna fuck you over.

Yes, Jew-dog, you.

No fear.

blackcat

“There is a cult of ignorance in the United States…nurtured by the false notion that democracy means that ‘my ignorance is just as good as your knowledge.’” – Isaac Asimov

You are cowards. Candy-asses. Cock-suckers. You should be taken out back of the barn and fucking shot. You are worthless pieces of dog fucking shit. Your mothers suck mule dick.

Die, pig-fuckers. Die now. Before I kill you.

We are legion. We do not forgive. We do not forget.

You’re either with us, or against us.

No fear.

Hide Witch hide, the good folk come to burn thee;
They hide their keen enjoyment behind…
A perfect mask of duty.

There are no “gods”, only fairy tales. Fantasies to explain away the dark, justify sex with young children, and profit. You really don’t think the witch doctor really believes that tossing a virgin in a volcano will make it rain, do you? Nooo… tossing a virgin in a volcano keeps him in his cushy witch doctor gig, with the additional perk of spending a few quality end of life hours with the virgin – what…!? you thought the virgin, stoned to the bone on AmbienProzac, and Viagra and smiling all the way to the bottom, was still a virgin when the witch doctor tossed ‘em in? I’ve got some property to sell. Ocean-front. Cheap. Cash only, in small bills. You’ll love Idaho!

Recalling that in all legend lay a kernel of fact, reading the fabrications koranbible, and torah in larger, historical context with other fabrications lain down in stone it is in fact quite easy to afford “Intelligent Design” a measure of credibility. When chariots with wheels of fire flitting about, vast arks propelling the seeds of life across vast empty spaces, and fathers asking of their wives “be this my son, or that of a “giant?” are lain aside the physical record it isn’t all that far fetched to supposit that at some point in the past half-million years extra-terrestrial travelers – for whatever reason: pure science, sheer boredom, desperate survival, or profit – genetically interfered with the development of the proto-humans they found roaming the savannahs of Northern and Western Africa. Not only are we but fleas agitating the hide of a far greater organism, but some bastard’s abandoned science project, if not cattle, as well. Wrap the twelve percent of your brain you use around that.

This notion that the bastard is going to come back and rescue us… that as the blood of our adolescent squabbles over whose imaginary dog has the bigger dick rises to the horses’ bridle will come floating down out of the sky on a white horse with a thousand angels to carry away the chosen few, the faithful… Who are these “Chosen People”, these “faithful”? The genetically purest cattle (or pigs, as it is)? More accurately: just who do they think they are? Get this straight, these “Chosen People”, these “faithful”, can destroy the world – burn the forests, chop down the mountains, turn the air we breath into toxic gas and waters we drink into vast garbage reservoirs… can

drop their fucking bombs and burn the screaming babies

and at the last moment, the moment the world is utterly destroyed, after the bloodbath, some spectral being with whom they’ve entered into some kind of “special” contractual obligation is going to float down out of the sky and carry them away.

Uh-huh. To what?

Far the more likely thousands upon thousands of cavernous spacecraft, vast slaughter-houses piloted by ravenous vaguely reptilian creatures, replete with horns and folked tail, intent not as benevolent overseers of the demise of this world and our current iteration in human evolution and our children’s evolution onto the next iteration of humanity but as ravenous reptilian creatures… you know, hungry lizards. We did, afterall, invite them to “Come Eat!”

Though I often despair of humanity, seeing the mass as that of maggots: a few will evolve and escape as flies, the vast majority will consume the host and die, we as a species, the human species, as a “race”, the human race, today stand at a cusp, an iteration, in the evolution, in the maturing, of humankind. But if we don’t abandon – outgrow – this irrational dependency on adolescent fairytales and attendant adolescent squabbles over whose imaginary dog has the bigger dick… we may very well not survive at all. And while Americans certainly enjoy the “right” to believe whatever fairytale it is chosen to be believed, we are equally free not to believe in fairytales, and leave me remind you of Ben Franklin’s admonishment that “‘rights’ end with the tip of [the] nose”. There is no inherent “right” to impose such nonsense on me, or mine, nor is there any “right”, “divine” or otherwise, to destroy the world my grandchildren are growing up in… in the name of some dog. To do so will result, “right”fully so, in short order and at my hand, in instruction in the difference between prey, and prayer.

Rather than beating of breasts and wailing on street corner, far better to do as Jesus said: put it in the closet.

[Originally published at Homeless on the High Desert Sunday 12 April 2009(pig-era) as a part of the Easter Blogswarm Against Theocracy, an international Internet protest of the imposition of religion upon government, and The People. Lyrics (blockquote) Paul Kantner, 1969. Thomas Ware – Ten Bears (O’Owlish Amenheh) – is a local “witch doctor” who would gleefully toss a virgin in a volcano… if he could find one.]

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am at the end of my rope, but have neither the courage nor the cowardice to take myself out. No income, no prospects, everything I ever worked for washed down the toilet. Not only does every day it get worse, but there are those deliberately making it worse. I often contemplate suicide by cop – just start taking out anyone and everyone who’s ever fucked with me and not stop till the cops take me out – but that wouldn’t do my kids or my grandkids any good, and truth be told I’d prefer to outlive these… pigs. I could though.

Susie’s friend’s story is my story, and perhaps a couple/three million, maybe ten, maybe twenty million other late fifties highly intelligent well educated professionals around the country. The creme d’la creme. The Best Generation. The conservative christian republicans running the country are trying to kill us, trying to kill me, just as they killed Susie’s friend. When I suicide it won’t be suicide, it’ll be on the front lines of the revolution, making the world a better place for my grandchildren.

You know that old canard about Bankers jumping from high-rises on Black Tuesday? It’s just that, a canard. They didn’t jump. They were thrown. History only repeats to those paying attention. Just in my lifetime I have seen history completely rewritten into a profit driven lie that the vast majority – illiterate bare footed rubes drunk on Ambien, Prozac, Viagra and crotch-shots on Fox News Kool-Aid blindly following their television to suicide – swallow like, well… Kool-Aid. Jonestown Kool-Aid.

They’re not just trying to kill me, they are trying to kill my kids, and my grandkids. Your great grandkids. For profit. And Jesus.

Fear me, as I have nothing to lose, and no fear. 

Bad Attitudes points to a Guardian post that tells us how we’ve gotten into the mess we’re in:iww-kat_0.thumbnail

Some years ago, when writing a book on understanding the internet, I said that our networked future was bracketed by the dystopian nightmares of two old-Etonian novelists, George Orwell and Aldous Huxley. Orwell thought we would be destroyed by the things we fear, while Huxley thought that we would be controlled by the things that delight us. What Snowden has taught us is that the two extremes have converged: the NSA and its franchises are doing the Orwellian bit, while Google, Facebook and co are attending to the Huxleyean side of things.

He explains the natural evolution of the total surveillance state:

Tapping into them must have seemed a no-brainer to the NSA. After all, Google and Facebook are essentially in the same business as the agency. Its mission — comprehensive surveillance — also happens to be their business model.The only difference is that whereas the spooks have to jump through some modest legal hoops to inspect our content, the companies get to read it neat. And the great irony is that this has been made possible because of our gullibility. The internet companies offered us shiny new “free” services in return for our acceptance of click-wrap “agreements” which allow them to do anything they damn well please with our data and content. And we fell for it. We built the padded cells in which we now gambol and which the NSA bugs at its leisure.

In our rush for “free” services, we failed to notice how we were being conned. The deal, as presented to us in the End User Licence Agreement, was this: you exchange some of your privacy (in the form of personal information) for the wonderful free services that we (Google, Facebook, Yahoo, Skype, etc) provide in return. The implication is that privacy is a transactional good — something that you own and that can be traded.

You’ve all been conned, willingly conned. You’re all suckers, as PT Barnum put it born by the minute. Fuck you very much.

You are a clear and present danger to my grandchildren’s future.

Fear me.

If You Want It

“In the councils of government, we must guard against the acquisition of unwarranted influence, whether sought or unsought, by the military industrial complex. The potential for the disastrous rise of misplaced power exists and will persist. We must never let the weight of this combination endanger our liberties or democratic processes. We should take nothing for granted. Only an alert and knowledgeable citizenry can compel the proper meshing of the huge industrial and military machinery of defense with our peaceful methods and goals, so that security and liberty may prosper together.” - Dwight D. Eisenhower, 1961

We dropped the ball, my generation did… we stopped The War!

Our War. Viet Nam. But we didn’t stop War.

We forced Nixon to accountability. Whoopee! Nixon quit, The War is Over! Let’s finish our law degrees, cut our hair, and buy beemers and half-million dollar houses on the High Desert!

We stopped The War. Our War. Viet Nam. But we didn’t stop War. We finished our law degrees and bought overpriced McMansions, and left the machinations in place, notably Bush/Carlyle, Cheney/Haliburton and the Koch Brothers/Rumsfield/etal, that led to the Authoritarian State – the Fascist State – we have become.

This is for John, and the fifty-eight, almost fifty-nine thousand of my cohort who didn’t come home. Fuck all you war-mongering whores, fuck all you god-damned “christians”, fuck all ya’all.

Don’t have to be a Peace Freak to be against War.

Fear me.

Washington Redskins owner Dan Snyder doesn’t understand why he should change his team’s name. Many football fans think the outrage is manufactured and that the name should stay. No one is asking those who the team is named after why it is a slap in the face to every person of native heritage in the United States.

In many Native cultures, a person’s hair, especially a man’s hair, was an extension of one’s soul. According to historian James Axtell, “To lose that hair to an enemy was to lose control over one’s life, to become socially and spiritually `dead’, whether biological death resulted or not.”blackcat

American Indians weren’t the only people doing the scalping. European settlers performed that act in large numbers. In fact, the height of scalping Indians occurred in the mid-18th century, with written documents by people of all walks of life describing it. One man — a reverend in the local church — described how much money he had received as his share for supplying ammunition and provisions to a scalp-hunting party.

The term “redskin” was also the result of Anglo settlers skinning the natives and presenting them to government officials for a fee. Some of those skins were sold to make lampshades and ladies’ gloves made from the skin of dead American Indians. The term “redskin” was used to describe the skin of a dead Indian.

Who knows, maybe a name change will win a game. Until then: the Washington Whitedogs. If you have a problem with that, step up to the plate, we’ll see if you’ve got what it takes. White dog.

No fear.

We dropped the ball, my generation did… we stopped The War!

Our War.

Viet Nam.

But we didn’t stop War.

We forced Nixon to accountability. Whoopee! Nixon quit, The War is Over! Let’s finish our law degrees, cut our hair, and buy beemers and half-million dollar houses on the High Desert!

We stopped The War. Our War. Viet Nam. But we didn’t stop War. We finished our law degrees and bought overpriced McMansions, and left the machinations* in place, notably Bush/Carlyle, Cheney/Haliburton and Rumsfield/etal, that led to the Authoritarian State – Fascist State – we are about to, if not have, become.

We dropped the ball.

* “In the councils of government, we must guard against the acquisition of unwarranted influence, whether sought or unsought, by the military industrial complex. The potential for the disastrous rise of misplaced power exists and will persist. We must never let the weight of this combination endanger our liberties or democratic processes. We should take nothing for granted. Only an alert and knowledgeable citizenry can compel the proper meshing of the huge industrial and military machinery of defense with our peaceful methods and goals, so that security and liberty may prosper together.” – Dwight D. Eisenhower, 1961

blackcatThis post, my favorite of 5,572 posts, concludes this Seven Year Chronicle of the End Times. Look for me, if you are capable, where Rogues and Scholars, where Gnostics, meet.

Hide Witch hide, the good folk come to burn thee;
They hide their keen enjoyment behind…
A perfect mask of duty.

There are no “gods”, only fairy tales. Fantasies to explain away the dark, justify sex with young children, and profit. You really don’t think the witch doctor really believes that tossing a virgin in a volcano will make it rain, do you? Nooo… tossing a virgin in a volcano keeps him in his cushy witch doctor gig, with the additional perk of spending a few quality end of life hours with the virgin – what…!? you thought the virgin, stoned to the bone on AmbienProzac, and Viagra and smiling all the way to the bottom, was still a virgin when the witch doctor tossed ‘em in? I’ve got some property to sell. Ocean-front. Cheap. Cash only, in small bills. You’ll love Idaho!

Recalling that in all legend lay a kernel of fact, reading the fabrications koranbible, and torah in larger, historical context with other fabrications lain down in stone it is in fact quite easy to afford “Intelligent Design” a measure of credibility. When chariots with wheels of fire flitting about, vast arks propelling the seeds of life across vast empty spaces, and fathers asking of their wives “be this my son, or that of a “giant?” are lain aside the physical record it isn’t all that far fetched to supposit that at some point in the past half-million years extra-terrestrial travelers – for whatever reason: pure science, sheer boredom, desperate survival, or profit – genetically interfered with the development of the proto-humans they found roaming the savannahs of Northern and Western Africa. Not only are we but fleas agitating the hide of a far greater organism, but some bastard’s abandoned science project, if not cattle, as well. Wrap the twelve percent of your brain you use around that.

This notion that the bastard is going to come back and rescue us… that as the blood of our adolescent squabbles over whose imaginary dog has the bigger dick rises to the horses’ bridle will come floating down out of the sky on a white horse with a thousand angels to carry away the chosen few, the faithful… Who are these “Chosen People”, these “faithful”? The genetically purest cattle (or pigs, as it is)? More accurately: just who do they think they are? Get this straight, these “Chosen People”, these “faithful”, can destroy the world – burn the forests, chop down the mountains, turn the air we breath into toxic gas and waters we drink into vast garbage reservoirs… can

drop their fucking bombs and burn the screaming babies

and at the last moment, the moment the world is utterly destroyed, after the bloodbath, some spectral being with whom they’ve entered into some kind of “special” contractual obligation is going to float down out of the sky and carry them away.

Uh-huh. To what?

Far the more likely thousands upon thousands of cavernous spacecraft, vast slaughter-houses piloted by ravenous vaguely reptilian creatures, replete with horns and folked tail, intent not as benevolent overseers of the demise of this world and our current iteration in human evolution and our children’s evolution onto the next iteration of humanity but as ravenous reptilian creatures… you know, hungry lizards. We did, afterall, invite them to “Come Eat!”

Though I often despair of humanity, seeing the mass as that of maggots: a few will evolve and escape as flies, the vast majority will consume the host and die, we as a species, the human species, as a “race”, the human race, today stand at a cusp, an iteration, in the evolution, in the maturing, of humankind. But if we don’t abandon – outgrow – this irrational dependency on adolescent fairytales and attendant adolescent squabbles over whose imaginary dog has the bigger dick… we may very well not survive at all. And while Americans certainly enjoy the “right” to believe whatever fairytale it is chosen to be believed, we are equally free not to believe in fairytales, and leave me remind you of Ben Franklin’s admonishment that “‘rights’ end with the tip of [the] nose”.

You are a clear and present danger to my grand-children’s survival. You have no inherent “right” to impose your ignorant fairytales on me, or mine, nor do you have any “right”, “divine” or otherwise, to destroy the world my grandchildren are growing up in… in the name of some dog. To do so will result, “right”fully so, in short order and at my hand, in instruction in the difference between prey, and prayer. You are a clear and present danger. I could give a fuck if you die tonight.

Animals, less than sufficiently evolved, less than human, bow down to gods.

Human Beings, do not.

Burn the churches.

No fear.

We dropped the ball, my generation did… we stopped The War!

Our War.

Viet Nam.

But we didn’t stop War.

We forced Nixon to accountability. Whoopee! Nixon quit, The War is Over! Let’s finish our law degrees, cut our hair, and buy beemers and half-million dollar houses on the High Desert!

We stopped The War. Our War. Viet Nam. But we didn’t stop War. We finished our law degrees and bought overpriced McMansions, and left the machinations* in place, notably Bush/Carlyle, Cheney/Haliburton and Rumsfield/etal, that led to the Authoritarian State – Fascist State – we are about, if not have, to become.

We dropped the ball.

* “In the councils of government, we must guard against the acquisition of unwarranted influence, whether sought or unsought, by the military industrial complex. The potential for the disastrous rise of misplaced power exists and will persist. We must never let the weight of this combination endanger our liberties or democratic processes. We should take nothing for granted. Only an alert and knowledgeable citizenry can compel the proper meshing of the huge industrial and military machinery of defense with our peaceful methods and goals, so that security and liberty may prosper together.” – Dwight D. Eisenhower, 1961

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