Thursday 27 December 2012

Christmas. No Cheer.

First of all, Merry Christmas everybody.
Our Christmas has been a sad affair; my younger cousin who was suffering from cancer, died on Christmas Eve.
She leaves a husband and four young children behind.

A few days before she died, she was still out and about, so you can imagine that when she deteriorated suddenly, we were and still are, in shock.

She didn't smoke or do anything risky; while cancer was in her family, typically everybody lived till they were at least elderly.

She was carried off.
She was a sweet and lovely kid that I can still see in my mind's eye.

Thursday 13 December 2012

How Can You Tell....

...the difference between a 'fan', and an Objectivist?
There are many differences.
First and foremost, Objectivists almost never use the term 'Objectivist'. In fact, the vast majority of them don't even know the word.

They merely apply rational judgement to the world about them, and reason their way through all the traps being sprung by the fever wards.

Fans, on the other hand, are never satisfied with the products of such minds, and only accept them grudgingly after they have done them down because they don't sound like an identical quote from one of the less elegant passages which can be found in the works of Ayn Rand; that is, they can't find the familiar hints that they have used to wear out a neural pathway to their tenuous hold on the truth.

Fans will witness a maestro of reason and wit producing a master work and yet will reject the work, or worse still the author, because they haven't polluted their work with unnecessary affirmation of someone else's expression.

In other words, fans, those fanatics of rote dogma, reject such people because of their integrity.

Because they are actual people.

And all the while, the rational go on being Objectivists in the same way that weights go on being 'gravitational', while they are on Earth.

It goes without saying that there are large numbers of liars and charlatans as well, but because fans have abandoned rational judgement for rote dogma, they cannot tell with any certainty.

So the cheats rattle the dog's bowl with the 'O' word and mention of Rand, and enjoy the spectacle of salivating fans who bark with their votes.

And the Objectivists are to be found elsewhere.

Friday 7 December 2012

Take Five

We hear that the poor nurse who was defrauded by the press-they obtained information about the princess via false pretenses, a hoax- the poor nurse involved has committed suicide.

That's right. A victim of the ink-stained scum is dead. They drove her to suicide.

Whether she did it because she was the best, most incredibly conscientious nurse imaginable, or whether she just couldn't face sharing a world with subhuman filth that could reach her at any time it chose, the fact remains that she is dead, and it's their fault.
So what about it Dave? Are you going to regulate the bastards into the ground?
Or are you just a shiny-faced, grinning sack of crap?

Saturday 1 December 2012

In Your Oxbridge Punt.....

Your the National Post.
Actually they're showing signs of improvement.
And the bye-line was Conrad Black. Although it was still signed 'National Post' at the end.

Wednesday 28 November 2012

Ministering Hatred.

Psychiatry. The refuge of the prurient.
When people wish to do great harm in the name of helping the helpless, they turn to psychiatrists.
When hatred needs to be smuggled into a victim's life under any circumstances, and trust doesn't exist, the hater turns to psychiatry.
For a modest sum in money and influence, anybody can buy the sort of medicine it takes to lock up a victim who is already suffering and confront them with a damned reality which makes their previous travails shrink in comparison. All it takes is the right kind of lies.

Of course, to go on enduring their own disgusting personalities after overpowering all resistance to their metaphysical murderousness, they must pretend that their feelings amount to benevolence, that they acted for the victim's own good.

They shore up this delusion with a fraudulent belief in the outcome; when the victim goes on suffering, the hater will pretend to the world that good has come of the medicine, that psychiatry, with its brain-deadening potions and confinement, has changed things for the better.
While some temporary relief may be found by the victim in the soothing ride from junked consciousness to inactivity, trouble is only being deferred.

As for the psychiatrists, most of them treat the state of victimhood as a label; the victim is effectively branded 'mad' by acquiescence to the fictions of the haters, the 'no smoke without fire' reasoning being used to slander and condemn in the face of any fact.
There are decent psychiatrists, but they are crushed by the union of hater and conformist which grips the profession in a vice of obedience which is as coercive as being locked up.

As far as I'm concerned, they can all go to hell. Especially the loving haters who treat psychiatry as the emergency service which protects them from looking at their own revolting minds.

Sunday 25 November 2012

International Sclerosis

Yet again the defeated policies of Charles Dickens' parlour are being dredged up from whatever ship they wrecked last time, and presented with all the fake freshness of a gonorrhea-ridden whore with a stolen bottle of Chanel Number 5 on a Friday night.
What makes this absurdity surprising, but only moderately surprising, is the fact that it appeared in the National Post of Canada.

Yes. They actually ran an editorial calling for a 'wealth tax to end poverty'. And an aircraft carrier. And a secret plot to bomb Iran.
Of course all taxes create poverty. Just look at your pay cheque and tell me you don't feel poorer. Of course this is a 'wealth tax', which means it's okay fellas, they're only going to rip off the mysterons mysterious rich people that everybody knows and hates, but nobody has met.

The aircraft carrier is supposed to make this nation of newly-minted superheroes feel 'strong' after showing their tender side by mugging Albertans rich people to incentivise them into helping the 'poor'.
Actually, the most amusing part of this is the National Post's claim that using force 'incentivises' giving, whereas it actually doesn't leave the choice to give in existence; further grotesqueness follows in the assertion that such an action renders voters reverse vampires charitable.

Only a feeling of shame must have prevented the life-form responsible from signing his name.

Friday 19 October 2012

90 Degrees Of Freedom.

Ninety degrees, the Right Angle; this is the angle subtended by something which is orthogonal.
The Orthogonal is the minimum contact with a plane of existence, literally a point of contact where that point is the smallest possible common item.

Looking at the television today, something I don't do very much because there is little reason to, I turned off the BBC News channel when it started showing a little girl in a two thousand-year-old type of headscarf reading a prayer book.

I have no desire to watch the twelfth century on twenty-first century digital TV.
I moved to Sky News, and immediately ran into the stock, balding, goateed piece of foulness which is the usual face of 'football' or some other irrelevance.

Immediately I turned the damn box off. And that is how it is most nights. My television, a marvel of the electronic age, stands unused and unusable because the content streaming through the ether is orthogonal to all normalcy and humanity.

You see, there are two planes, my life and the presumption of the culture, and the two are orthogonal.

And so the government mandates our money to television, and newspapers campaign for our tax money, all because they have to force us to pay for the tangible boredom with which they assault us every minute that we are careless enough to play the game.

But we're not playing any more.

Wednesday 26 September 2012

Whose Turn Is It To Feed The Idiots?

If anybody doubts the decline of civilisation, take a look at television, in particular the advertisements.
Look at what they're trying to sell and ask yourself if you still feel that their targets include you. Or will you just yawn and change channels, fretfully, in an attempt to escape the thrashings of drowning minds which gleam dully in their futile efforts to con the world out of just a few dollars more, to pay for that new interior or that new Audi tank.

With a lack of care and a manufactured passion they try to sell films which have special effects chiselled and etched better than any Leonardo cartoon, but no story and nothing of interest to recommend them except banality piled on banality; or the kids toys, still Lego, still Meccano, but preformed like the easily warped, easily bored, stunted imaginations of children who drool vacantly and receptively instead of going into the world to do things of interest.

Piled among these cancerous products are the adverts for 'services'.
Banks that pretend you will end up with more money if you spend more; lawyers who demand your trust in return for turning occasional misfortunes into some other person's extortion. But hey, you get to keep all the 'compensation', right?

More lawyers, this time telling you that if you tell a few lies, the prudent insurance you took out with the loan can be repaid to you by the bank, because you didn't lose your job, your life or your health, and now you see that the service you bought wasn't needed in the event and you demand a refund.

And the banks all the while soliciting your custom like a street-corner tart on a Saturday night, with choruses, smiles and servility by way of apologising for their receipt of tax money taken from you because they were 'too big to fail'.

Look at all these, then look at the chronic paucity of actual content on their dozens of digital TV channels.
And tell yourself that civilisation isn't screwed.

Sunday 23 September 2012

I Was Not Asked.

Because they already know what the answer would be.
What is Western Civilisation?
A fraud. It isn't civilised at all. We are all regarded as Democracy-Fodder in a world in which we are encouraged to vote, sometimes even coerced into voting, as long as we never vote ourselves out.

Nobody ever asks us the one question which matters. They ask us who we want to rule.
They never ask us whether we want to be ruled at all.
And that is why all the brain-twisting theorisation about 'democracy', 'Universal Suffrage' and 'Representation' is just a smoke screen, a wall of stuff and nonsense to stand between us and the sudden realisation that we don't need a Political Class at all, ever.

Interested parties may associate voluntarily to produce a civilisation; as the benefits become clear, people may join freely and by their own choice.
They do not have the right to force others to join. Those who join may then pay for Policing; they may pay for representative legal management.
Only if, freely and voluntarily, other people attack this civilisation, do they have the right to gather force and use it, and only then to bring the attackers to justice or until such time as they can give no more.
They do not have the right to force others still to join their wars or pay for them.

Today we have a collection of monoliths governed by questionable rationality, seizing and disposing of our assets and thereby our persons, in pursuit of hypocritical pretensions which are actually killing Human Beings now.
Their enemies know that the pot is calling the kettle black.

They know that we will either have to vote ourselves out or become the mirror image of them.
And this means that our rulers have long-abandoned any principled approach to their wars, and will simply keep draining us for long enough to run away without appearing to run away, lose without appearing to lose, and achieve nothing while appearing to bring slavery to yet another country.

Their most fervent hope, that the new slaves will choose their brand of slavery over the opposition's, is futile.

Tuesday 28 August 2012

Leonard Peikoff: Not A Randroid.

I'm sorry to say it took until yesterday for me to listen to a Leonard Peikoff podcast; and I listened to a couple.
I found the man to be a civil, steady and assured speaker, not always sparkling perhaps, but then, how many of us can claim that we are always sparkling or even care?

I was pleased to discover that I am yet an Objectivist in spite of the fact that I have differences and disagreements with Ayn Rand in several areas.

Dr. Peikoff was emphatic that one must be an independent thinker, not a blind follower, and told the amusing anecdote of the chap who thought dying his hair orange might make him more like John Galt.

More impressive than what he said was the way he said it, the way he behaved. At no time was he prescriptive in his approach to other people's behaviour; rather, he was descriptive.

He sounded as though he wanted to chat, not convert.

So.

Not a Randroid by any means, although I am constantly irritated by the inherited linguistic aesthetics of some of his and his companions' output.
With a whole language to choose from, it should be possible for somebody to use a word like, oh, 'assemble', instead of the word 'integrate', which sounds like a frown at it's own confusion, and has always struck me as a sign of Ayn Rand's own comparative dryness when writing non-fiction.(Her artistic prose on the other hand can be quite, quite wonderful).

Randroids on the other hand, divorced from the normality of consciousness, will berate, abuse, scorn, violate, bully and preach, thinking all the while that they have the Word of Rand to back them up, some quote from her works, or some quote that was interrogated from her during her life by way of 'clarification', so that they may feel like conquerors.

They try to freeze-dry the fading feelings given them by her works of art as the means of repressing their own genuine feelings of horror at what they are doing, believing all the while they are not a mob because they are few in number.

There came a day in my life when I said, to quote Edmond Rostand, "I stand alone as Satan against the armies of Heaven", and at this stage to read one of her works is to actually enjoy it, not 'feel it' or 'experience revelations'.

When a savage worships a Cyclotron, he is still a savage. It doesn't civilise him. There is no mystic process, no sudden wisdom. There is only the essential disinterest in oracles that leads to intelligence.

Saturday 25 August 2012

Lift Up A Stone?

Not likely. I kick a few over while I'm walking, but all too frequently, you see something, as you do in properly hot countries, resembling a Scorpion.

Of course, in my case it's usually a racialist or a Nazi or a Randroid.

Of these, the Randroids are the worst.

In seeing that I quite like Ayn Rand's work, they seek to exploit a common value.

They are self-serving of course, and what selves; they range from those who seek to acquire a mass of followers for themselves to those who seek to acquire - and retain - a mass of followers for Ayn Rand.

Not being a follower myself, I find this a source of disappointment.

Of course, the one true test of this is to question any of the output from Mount Randlympus, and (by agreeing with Rand) apply your own critical thoughts to this work in loyalty to yourself.

Then the deluge of subjective, self-contradictory bull shit really descends, as you deprive essentially fragile people of the crutch they use instead of their minds.

Sympathy? Perhaps. Disagreement? Certainly.
Friendship?


To what end?

Monday 30 July 2012

So Long

Sad to say, the Singapore Straits Times has changed; no longer a site for condensed, hard news.
Now it's more in the style of just another overstuffed 'newspaper'.
In other words flashy page style, lots about the columnists, lots of community, and a hard login.

Bye bye Times. It was nice while it lasted.

Sunday 22 July 2012

Obvious.

While everybody concerned, and a lot of people who aren't, whine on about how to 'feel' about the Aurora murders, let me point out the rather obvious fact that they occurred on the first anniversary of the Breivik murders in Norway.

I'm ready for my consultancy fee now.

Friday 29 June 2012

Assholes.

When Barclay's manipulates Libor they get fined £290 million.
When politicians manipulate it, they get the Nobel Prize.
Everybody agrees politicians are low life liars; but they keep on voting for them.
Everybody needs a bank; but they try to sack bankers.

Sunday 24 June 2012

This is British Airways.

I've flown BA twice, and found the service to be acceptable.
That was 10 years ago.
But, as the 'Lympics draw near, they are repeatedly airing a particularly lousy commercial. It consists of a BA jet landing and taxiing all the way to the stadium.

In fact, BA will finish with you utterly at Heathrow.
Then you will have to make your way to your hotel, ten miles away in Central London. This will probably be a sweat-pit unless you pay for a proper, purpose-built hotel rather than a room in a converted terrace(families long ago ceased to afford actual family homes in London).

This journey(past various buildings-ooh, look. A building)will be in the company of stinking, aggressive, anti-social Londoners, whom you may regard as colourful if you are deluded enough.
Then, every time you want to visit the stadium(assuming you have tickets), you face a further 10 mile trip East, in the Sardine-like company of thousands, and when you get there, you will find nothing but the eternal British Winter to sit out in.

But if you love sports, hey, enjoy.
Just don't let BA dress up Hell as a basket of eggs.

Sunday 10 June 2012

This is the BBC.

I wanted to ask the bbc whether they would ever issue their 1954 production of 1984 as a dvd. I for one would be willing to buy it.
After twenty minutes I discovered that this multi-billion pound corporation scorns comment.
They have five message boards for one or two programmes. Members only. Moderated. And this after running around their website in circles.
In England, we are ruled by bastards. Bastards who think they're better than us.
But we have a choice; we can choose between pink bastards and blue bastards.

Friday 1 June 2012

Supernatural Fear

To people not acquainted with the rigours and efforts of reasoned understanding, those millions accustomed to feeling their enthusiasms as sufficient justification for pursuing any suicidal action, the writings of Ayn Rand must seem to possess the dark energy of pure witchcraft.

Indeed, attempts are made from within the noisy terror to burn this particular witch with unsurprising regularity.
Of course, it isn't Capitalism which is to blame for our current difficulties, it was the state manipulation of mortgage markets which caused the crash.
Governments simply thought, with criminal irresponsibility, that it would lengthen their personal careers if they used property-based credit as a lever to sustain a purchasing boom. The money went to China unfortunately, due to the state slavery which meant lower labour costs.

Meanwhile places like Spain, the shining boys of international political patronage, became a giant experiment in Keynesian delusion.
These economies were supposed to roar into a rich future, powered by euro-money infrastructure that would guarantee full employment and riches for all time.

Now that the Spanish credit-drunkard has finally vomited itself into the gutter, we see the inevitable Keynes-made world; a world of new roads which carry nothing, dozens of new airports with no aircraft or destinations, gleaming villages which won't get out of debt for several thousands of years, and 20% unemployment.
The solution to this isn't one thing, we know. It isn't Keynes.

Thursday 24 May 2012

Robert Lewellyn

Just came home and found a camera crew in the yard. Apparently Robert Lewellyn (Kryten from Red Dwarf) was making a documentary about electric bikes and scooters.
I would keep the secret, but as I went to get some tea bags from the shop, some cunt in the camera crew started on me.
So tell everybody about it, won't you?

Monday 21 May 2012

I Get The Message.

Once again I'm the White Nigger in my own birthplace.
I could go into detail, but suffice to say that the train has come round the circular track again, and I have been slapped down by the society of fools once more, for, well, for nothing.
Ever since I can remember, people behave any way they please, but as soon as I join in, the authorities come down on me like the proverbial ton of bricks.
I'm over fifty.
I no longer need to be told to 'reflect on what I've done'.
It doesn't wash. I never bought into the fraud, and I'm not about to start. That's despite some pretty powerful drugs which I 'must' use.

The fact is, these cunts want to break me and everybody like me, because we're the Sunflowers on the lawn, the Daisies growing among the grass, and they want to look out into the garden and see nothing.
Sorry, nothing but neatness. They don't want to be reminded of the choice to exist that they refused to take; they want to be safe, and too much colour in the garden blows their fake world into the weeds.

Maybe I should just go somewhere with room for weeds.

Friday 6 April 2012

Lord Preserve Us From Shitheads.

New law: supermarkets can't display tobacco in the open. They can only sell it from shuttered cabinets on request. This will spread to all tobacconists in England by 2015.
What is the excuse for this atrocity?
Apparently tobacco use causes 70,000 'preventable' deaths a year in the UK.

Well, here's some news for all the alleged wet-knickers trying to turn us into zombies: absolutely everybody is going to die.

So when smoking and all other pleasures are stamped out, and we all exist, not live, for the sake of some government statistical jack-off, it won't make the slightest bit of difference to the death rates.

Death rates will not change.

No.
This isn't about health. This is about teaching everybody a lesson.
This is about teaching everybody that they belong to the State, not themselves, and that they mustn't check out early on their own terms.

Bastards.

Sunday 1 April 2012

Sewage for Blood.

I'm happy to say that my employer is scaling down its biotech division; were I invited to discuss this I would say it was a good move. The company obviously knows what I know; namely that biotechnology is ruled by back-handed, back room corruption, each clique tying up any possibility of commercial or technical progress in folds of corruption, dispute and coercion, playing games without end, jockying for advantage using all their crappy networks to exert influence, all the while presenting a happy-happy face to the regulators, and who knows, paying them off too.
I could tell them the story of the Great American self-made hero, with millions, companies, yachts and respect, who came to Yorkshire to have it large, and did so with a local whore for paid company, who was present at every board meeting; I could tell of the outright robbery that accompanied the patenting of ideas I had contributed to, the lies, the threats, the persistent menaces used to try and stifle opposition to the little man with the penchant for going bust, snatching defeat from the jaws of triumph, through miserable, blind greed which followed the Ethics of the sewer.
I could go on, but I'll probably never get the chance.

Tuesday 27 March 2012

Light A Fire.

I've just bought an Amazon Kindle.
'Where are the instructions?' I thought.
Don't need them. Just turn it on and it walks you all the way to the shops. All you need are an Amazon account and wifi.
Pretty common things to own these days, and if you don't, you can start an account from the Kindle, and presumably use your computer via the USB cable.

Within 15 minutes, I was spellbound; Aristotle's Ethics on the Kindle while Bach plays in the background on my main system. Ambient enlightenment music for the originator of the Enlightenment.

The Kindle is high quality, and works easily and well. I was especially impressed with the breadth of the suggested titles in my shop; these included technical works, and it is easy to imagine using a Kindle at work as an entire reference library.

Very impressive, I'm very satisfied. Well done Amazon.

Friday 23 March 2012

Nice Work If You Can Get It.

Apparently the murderer the French police shot this week had a Sten Gun.
I would love one of those.
Churchillian Chic.
Nice work if you can get it. But not for shooting utterly harmless little kids.

Saturday 25 February 2012

The Boot Is Still Stamping On The Human Face.

The BBC tried to bury Pan Am by showing it two episodes at a time.
Then they started showing it later and later.
Tonight it is on at 2320 to midnight; after a whole hour of regurgitated crap on the history of 'boybands'.
Why is the BBC trying to kill Pan Am?
There are few overtly political messages of any kind, but it does have a sense of glamour and high adventure utterly at odds with the rubberised, safety-conscious, PC incorrectness of the BBC; it is actual adult drama, where the adults haven't all sold out to misery and being crushed by the feathery demands of non-entities.

So.
Off-message then.

The BBC repels me.

Wednesday 15 February 2012

The Boot Is Stamping On The Human Face...

But not forever!
In the wake of the Megauploads atrocity, most bit-torrent sites have closed.
However.....
Those crazy Dutch have developed a very special Torrent Client called 'Tribler'.

It is pure peer-to-peer.

That means no database, no websites, nobody they can attack.
To stop Tribler, they would have to switch off the Internet.

Get it now. For Mac, Linux and Windows.

Tuesday 31 January 2012

From a friend of mine.

New Element Discovered - The Heaviest Ever

The CSIRO announced the discovery of a perverse, perplexing element and have named it Governmentium (Gv). It has one neutron, 25 assistant neutrons, 88 deputy neutrons and 198 assistant deputy neutrons, giving it an atomic mass of 312.
...
These 312 particles are held together by forces called morons, which are surrounded by vast quantities of lefton-like par...ticles called peons.
Since Governmentium has no electrons or protons, it is inert. However, it can be detected, because it impedes every reaction with which it comes into contact. A tiny amount of Governmentium can cause a reaction normally taking less than a second to take from four days to four years to complete.

Governmentium has a normal half-life of 3-6 years. It does not decay but instead undergoes a reorganization in which a portion of the assistant neutrons and deputy neutrons exchange places.

In fact, Governmentium’s mass will actually increase over time, since each reorganization will cause more morons to become neutrons, forming isodopes.
This characteristic of moron promotion leads some scientists to believe that Governmentium is formed whenever morons reach a critical concentration. This hypothetical quantity is referred to as critical morass.

When catalysed with money, Governmentium becomes Administratium, an element that radiates just as much energy as Governmentium since it has half as many peons but twice as many morons. All of the money is consumed in the exchange, and no other byproducts are produced. :b

Friday 20 January 2012

Mediocrity.

So. Does anyone think I should remove the crappy Reuters site from my list up there?
The standard of its journalism is unutterably poor.

Saturday 7 January 2012

Would You Let Your Daughter....

Rick Sanatorium.
Ron Poor.
Mutt Wrongney.

So, it's Obama 2012!