Thursday 26 May 2011

Good News Everybody!

They've caught that murdering Serbian bastard. He killed 8000 people in Srebeniza alone. They were Muslims incidentally. Under UN protection.
Don't tell me they didn't matter.

Wednesday 25 May 2011

Mud fights

The new CEO arrived in January.

I'm not sure what he looks like. But we got two messages so far.

The first was to inform us there's been a disaster in Japan this year. And we could all donate. He's a good guy. And also informed.

The second is the new structure. Bob takes the job of Rob. John moves to Bob's old place. The business units will be renamed. It's been said that Bob didn't take things well. Let's just hope that Mario doesn't become our boss. Mario never liked Albert so it's likely that Albert needs to be moved away. We invent a new business unit just for him. Can't fire him. We're good.

Such is the inevitable fate of a company surviving with 'non free market loans'. The government is on our side. They are fair.

Meanwhile no new enterprise gets a chance to start. Give it one year and we tax you to death. That's will teach them capitalists a lesson.

Meanwhile the unions ask for a payraise. We have the government on our side. They are fair.

But I'm happy. Happy because we don't live in a free country. One of those where people are expoited by those who aim for profit. For results. Who illude themselves to be god.

Meanwhile I'm getting ready for the next mud fight. Sorry. Meeting.

Mud is the new color of integrity this season.










Tuesday 24 May 2011

The man who sits and waits

There's a man in my office.

He sits all day. Bent forward towards his computer screen. As if he wants to crawl inside and dissappear. A new reality that isn't real.

Yet he waits. Something might happen. His universe seems defined by four corners. And so is his hope.

His shoulders are always lifted They seem almost glued to his ears. Perhaps he tries to cover his ears.

His desk is empty. His expression never reveals life.

He's there.
But he isn't there.

Some years ago he got married. He told with a sigh. An unknown force defeated him. There was nothing he could do about it now. Such is life.

I see him running fast out of the office each night as though late for an appointment not to be missed.

At 6 he gave up. Nothing came out of the screen today. Perhaps tomorrow. How can we know.

Tonight I realized he escaped. Terrified. With hate and disgust. The world is a rotten place. Good to have security. At least on that. I told you so anyway.

Society matters. And so does he.

But he is the only one who doesn't know.





Monday 23 May 2011

Complaint

I have just had the misfortune to witness the hatchet job your miserable, coercive organisation attempted to perform on Ayn Rand.
You tried to imply that she was mad, without proof or evidence, and relying on outright lies to make your point.
Your research was cursory, juvenile at best, and showed innumerable factual errors. I doubt this was a mistake.
The point you attempted to make was never fully stated, presumably because you knew it was a lie.
It is my fervent hope that I see the day come when the BBC is completely broken up and sold, due especially to the unique way in which it is funded.
In any case, I intend to do so from the benign shores of a foreign country. It will be worth it, if only to avoid the annual extortion process that forces me to contribute to this garbage.

BBC has Been Taking Drugs. Again.

I just attempted to watch a sick BBC fictional documentary.
It is being shown on BBC2.
They interview the Brandens. Nathaniel comes across quite well.
But the BBC is doing a sneering character assassination on Ayn Rand. I believe they are trying to pretend that she is responsible for the 2008 crash.

The presentation is a narrative stream-of-consciousness that is supposed to damn by connotation and association.
It is essentially a two-minute hate.

I am now going to write to the BBC. I am going to tell them that I am organising a License Strike.

Notwithstanding.

Notwithstanding, my (ultimate) boss was a self-made engineer, a billionaire in dollar terms, who carries the entire company around in his pocket.
Obviously that's a guy who can feel his own merit, one of us.

And as it happens, he has been made a Fellow Of The Royal Society, proving that sometimes external credit is a confirmation, not a substitution.

Saturday 21 May 2011

Reflections at Toni the barber


Judgement day. Today's judgement day. Mind you I'm totaly ignorant when it comes to religion. Willingly so. I wouldn't understand it anyway.

But the idea of judment as something external to the self hasn't got much to do with religion. It has all to do with not wanting to judge.

Judgement is a scary business. We leave that up to others. What if you make a mistake. Or worse still. What if you have a judgement that's not in line with what 'they' say. You'll stand out. And standing out you'll have to face yourself with no other guide than your own mind. Can it be done.

We hand over judgement to another. To a god. To a parent. To the experts.
To our favorite philosopher.

The point being so long as you don't judge you are safe of judgement upon yourself. You have your free ride on morality street.

Or so the idea is.

It doesn't work. The big fear is another. It's fear of your own judgement upon you. Regardless if it's a good or bad one. That's the fun.

But you can't escape yourself. You better be scared as hell if you repress your own judgement. (Yes repress. You still have it and you know) Because you don't want to face your self-judgement in the face of the fact you dishonour your own judgement and thus gave up any chance to achieve independence. And freedom.

There's no escape. If you judge yourself as bad you will stand out. If you judge yourself as good you'll stand out.

Shiver.

The point is you can't survive one day without your capacity to judge. So why not make the best of it.

Like it or not. Judge. And have fun doing so while you're at it.




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Friday 20 May 2011

Accept no bribes

Granted. The battle is lonesome. But that's what true battles usually are. Certainly the ones for freedom. Freedom is a lonesome business. Inherently so.

But in the name of your own freedom and dignity, do not run like a chicken without head after every fraud that is against Islam and mechanically repeats the word freedom and wants to arrange it for you. Politicians need to leave you alone. You do the rest if you so wish.

The word freedombecame another bribe in exchange for your vote.

It's really not hard to see. But when despair kicks in people want their Messiah. They start to hallucinate.

Yet. Life is great fun.

Thursday 5 May 2011

What Would You?

New York.

The memories of the dead heroes live on in their parents, siblings and children.

On September 11th 2001, New York had its two front teeth knocked out by a sucker punch which has led to years of brawling, pussyfoot brawling which has changed two entire countries and encouraged Arabs to see that it doesn't have to be that way.

But what is New York?

Is it the symbol of Americanism, the Americanism that means it has to go out to the orthodontist and get those teeth fixed by two crowns, or bridgework; or is New York the grizzled old boxer that would laugh at the thought of new teeth, getting by with a new bottle opener for beers and a pack of smokes folded into its sleeve?

One says they should rebuild.
The other would wear the battle scar as a permanent mark of honour.

It's not my call.

What do you say?

Monday 2 May 2011

Victory Is Assured.

Why did I already know Obama will win in 2012?

Well I don't know, but I am quite sure; and the reason is this:

There is so much hatred of Obama, and it is so irrationally persistent, that one can only conclude that the noise is due to an underlying bigotry.

People hate Obama in spite of what he does, not because.

I think he is a piss-poor president. But when he gets it right, boy, does he get it right.

And he deserves credit; what I see is the spectacle of people twisting inside out like that snake on my lawn this afternoon, in their efforts to deny that anything good could even have happened, let alone that Obama was responsible.

This is just bigotry.
"I'm not a racialist, but....."

Yeah, right.

Well here is the news for 2012; the majority of Americans may be many things. They may be overweight. They may be overworked. They may be easily fooled. But they don't like bigots.

And that is why I think that his critics have injured their cause, fatally, and he will return in 2012 for a second term.

What the?

I never thought I would say this, but Job Done! Well done President Obama.
Kudos to the max!