tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2003353288429812412024-02-06T21:03:58.637-08:00There was gold.Going solo.Simon McVitiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11738555554933252741noreply@blogger.comBlogger201125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200335328842981241.post-88815529591898201272015-09-29T01:03:00.001-07:002015-09-29T01:03:37.200-07:00Time for an update.<br />
<br />
The brawl goes on. Hadn't expected it to involve taking on quite so many nation states, but meh. That's what happens when you break the code of silence I suppose.<br />
I'm gradually wearing them down I think.<br />
I reckon they'll be giving up soon at this rate. I knew they didn't have what it takes to keep on coming.<br />
Anyway, that concludes my demonstration.<br />
Be seeing everybody down on O'Connell here in Dublin soon.<br />
Anybody know where I can buy three pairs of handcuffs?Simon McVitiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11738555554933252741noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200335328842981241.post-4438359978869173602015-08-22T21:52:00.001-07:002015-08-22T21:52:22.372-07:00There is gold.<br />
It's called the Golden State.<br />
This has been a week of warring, allies, friendship and recovery; arriving after an epic escape from Britain, out of the clutches of an evil machine which is actually a perfection of voluntary participation in victimisation of the few by the many, with the few being made fewer every time I ventured out.<br />
<br />
I am free and as safe as any other citizen in this land of the free, I find myself yet pursued by the aces of bullshit, vainly and desperately trying, as ever, to intimidate me, and by implication, the entire United States.<br />
For what purpose, god only knows.<br />
I find it very amusing that a nation which accused me of mental illness yet displays an obsessive attempt to persecute in the vilest and most pathetic ways, despite the overwhelming power of the United states, and maintains the most absurd belief that I would ever return to the British hell hole, using juvenile subterfuges which display an insanity proving the UK has entirely lost it.<br />
<br />
Which I already knew.<br />
And which simply isn't interesting.<br />
<br />Simon McVitiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11738555554933252741noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200335328842981241.post-72261597171393951842015-08-13T12:30:00.000-07:002015-08-14T02:30:12.158-07:00"Fuck me" I said.<br />
Well. They did.<br />
Entering my second or third week of sleep deprivation, I decided to change tack.<br />
I went back on the drugs three weeks ago.<br />
So now my sanity is assured.<br />
Right?<br />
Of course, I still get slightly forgetful spells - as did all the doctors and nurses when I came back to the fold. But hey, we all work in pressurised jobs, so we all suffer from stress.<br />
The MO also gave me some jumbo knock-out drops too. So my sleeping is pretty good. I'm drinking and eating plenty, the jabs are a regular pain in the arse, but my weight remains stable, and I'm going on holiday to the land that has twice saved my life when the chips are down.<br />
What it is to be loved.<br />
I'm hoping to return some of that. In bundles and in spades.<br />
What can I do? What can I do? Live a shitty life until I leave again?<br />
Beats being a shitty person.<br />
I'll have that cup of tea now. I'm sure I'll never amount to much in this world. The sentence has been spoken. The Midwitch Cuckoos said it many years ago, and I can't be bothered to hide any dynamite behind any brick walls any longer. But if it kills me I'll be on that plane to paradise.<br />
And yes!<br />
I went four months alone. No drugs no help, except occasional decency of the people around me. And my special lady at Universal.<br />
If I had been in Canada - I would be home dry by now. Simon McVitiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11738555554933252741noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200335328842981241.post-71953103815167309512015-07-05T08:13:00.002-07:002015-07-07T10:33:06.622-07:00Well, fuck me.<br />
Paradise dropped me a line.<br />
But let's face it, if you try holding onto it too hard, you're liable to be the sort of twat who makes angels weep.<br />
Even if they're no angels, a kick in the teeth keeps me out of their sweet lives, and rightly so if I'm liable to give them a downer.<br />
<br />
Hey. We've all got to do whatever we need to do.<br />
Me? I've got a war to fight. Funny sort of war. Stick to my trench. Keep maintaining course and speed. Don't bother the good, because that makes me my enemy.<br />
Like the Untouchables, a bad guy kicks me on my ass, I put out their lights.<br />
In the dark, anything goes.<br />
This is a brawl running in slow motion. The more I keep going, the closer I get to winning.<br />
When I get wounded, the nurses can patch me up.<br />
But get this.<br />
The nurses are the ones who are keeping me off the drugs.<br />
Sympathy kills.<br />
Concern pushes lies. And poison.<br />
And if it looks like you're getting away, they'll try and take away your destination.<br />
What's the matter guys?<br />
Feeling desperate?Simon McVitiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11738555554933252741noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200335328842981241.post-44518161627730748392015-06-16T11:01:00.000-07:002015-06-16T11:01:31.643-07:00It's been a while. Yearning, quests, searching.<br />
All the way to 2008.<br />
To be told no. To realise - eventually - that I deserved better.<br />
Or at least something.<br />
Being destroyed by disappointment can happen.<br />
Before I set out to break my prison walls down, I gave the target of my misplaced devotion one last message.<br />
As always, nothing. And that was the end of her. Like a stone door, my judgement closed.<br />
She couldn't be bothered.<br />
So I risked my life and sanity alone.<br />
And when I started to lose them, a lone angel came to my aid.<br />
At last my feelings started to return. Maybe I am stupid, maybe I was nearly dead, but my feelings are coming back. The life she saved isn't a debt.<br />
The trust that her voice gave me over thousands of miles inspired obedience.<br />
Her wisdom saved enough of me so that my feelings could exist again despite the murder of each and every ambition.<br />
There is only one feeling that matters.<br />
And that feeling isn't mere gratitude.<br />
When I have that feeling, I usually find myself alone and wounded.<br />
I've no more capacity for wounds. <br />
So I will say only this.<br />
I also care.Simon McVitiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11738555554933252741noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200335328842981241.post-61588657890022851492014-02-04T09:35:00.001-08:002014-02-04T09:35:33.173-08:00The Scottish GameIn September there is going to be a referendum in Scotland.<br />
The Scots are supposed to be voting on independence from Great Britain.<br />
<br />
This is a huge fraud.<br />
<br />
First of all, independence would be a sham. The Scots would be ruled by the same busybodying oafs they have today, but without national parliamentary restraint.<br />
<br />
These politicians claim that Scotland would be 'rich in resources', by which they mean that the declining North Sea oil fields would somehow transfer to the Scottish collective, that public that never seems to own anything but that which is disposed of by, yes, politicians.<br />
<br />
Of course, the companies that have developed the oil and gas are the owners, governments merely tax.<br />
<br />
So I suppose that for Scottish politicians to be able to buy more favour, they would tax to the hilt the remaining investment there.<br />
<br />
Then they claim that they want to keep the pound Sterling.<br />
Well I'm sorry, but we've seen what happens with the Euro, and we know what your dirty little plan is.<br />
<br />
They want independence they can have it. But not the pound, as Carney says.<br />
<br />
As for England and Wales, they would lose tens of Labour parliamentary parasites, ensuring that no Labour government would ever sit in Whitehall again.<br />
<br />
Which is a <i>good</i> thing.<br />
<br />
So bring it on. But don't try to have it both ways. It won't wash.Simon McVitiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11738555554933252741noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200335328842981241.post-8649080555637126802014-01-28T12:29:00.001-08:002014-01-28T12:29:55.172-08:00Cheap Television.There's a show on today in the USA.<br />
With a cast of one, a poorly written script that, unlike Art, does not mirror life, and a garish set covered in red, white and blue, it will attract an audience of millions, millions who, dizzy with disappointment, will tune in to hear the little man reading the prompts reassure them that there is hope still.<br />
<br />
<br />
These people will be tuning in to the State Of The Union address to be told that everything that they have seen and heard, everything that they have learned in the past year, isn't real.<br />
<br />
With the faint brightness of children recovering from a crying fit, they will face the man who gains strength from their inexplicable attention, a man who needs nothing more than the knowledge that people are yet listening to validate his contempt for them.<br />
<br />
For who else but the contemptible would tune in to watch this wretch wriggle?<br />
<br />
The age of Man is nearly over.<br />
<br />
This is the age of belief.Simon McVitiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11738555554933252741noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200335328842981241.post-88539526462737104882013-12-15T03:56:00.003-08:002013-12-15T03:56:37.111-08:00Nelson?Nelson who?Simon McVitiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11738555554933252741noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200335328842981241.post-60696076728147677182013-12-01T04:50:00.000-08:002013-12-01T04:50:19.677-08:00Who Runs Bartertown?The USA is the world's superpower and has been since 1991.<br />
Since 2001 this status has been maintained and sustained by the frightful, absurd, War On Terror, which has entered its fourth administration with a bloated, clumsy state military punching wildly into its second decade.<br />
<br />
The enemy which arrived in the nick of time to justify bellowing belligerence for a further generation, was of course, Al Quaida, which was originally a privately funded group of mentally ill people prepared to die for death's sake.<br />
<br />
Of course, they were then threatened with death.<br />
<br />
This reckless decade of gross overkill and mostly unwarranted intervention via foreign adventures in 'nation building' (grotesquely killing people for their own good) has been funded by background workers who took over from the flagging US economy; when over-production of bullshit and hot air led to a rebalancing of the economy in 2008, it was found that the casual, callous exploitation of China's captive workforce by international business (which thinks production is the same as whoring without conscience), had created a new giant on the world stage.<br />
Red China.<br />
But the US state has clung to its comfort blanket of cozy assumptions about the World Order, and looked to China to be a fat, stupid, timid cypher which would endlessly fund the 'willing' in their botched, stupid and hypocritical crusade against gun-toting savages in far off places.<br />
The savages themselves are amazed at the embarrassing spectacle of elephants chasing a couple of ants among the millions in the dirt.<br />
<br />
And now, China, talking softly and carrying the big economic stick, has just made the USA lose face.<br />
The Suez Moment of the American Empire has arrived in the form of an air zone which China cannot justify, and America dare not deny.<br />
<br />
Now all that remains is to see whether America will lose face a little, or whether China will apply lashings of clown make up and reduce the USA to a bunch of totally defeated assholes.<br />
<br />
Believe me, they can. They can make the vaunted might of the USA fold faster than a Soviet Republic in a drinking contest with the late Boris Yeltsin.<br />
<br />
Kerry was squirming for his new masters over Iran this week.<br />
Get ready to see a lot more squirming.<br />
<br />
Who runs Bartertown?Simon McVitiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11738555554933252741noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200335328842981241.post-53446235355655033842013-11-27T12:30:00.000-08:002013-11-27T12:30:11.847-08:00Hey Kids! Wanna Kill People For Real?Tired of Mortal Kombat 7 already?<br />
Well now you can leave high school and join the elite team flying the US Drone Programme.<br />
Within months you can go from killing pixels to killing people. Really.<br />
But it's like gaming! And you get paid for it!<br />
<br />
Next time you see an explosion, you know that it's for real, with instant replay to see the limbs being blasted off and the blood spilling.<br />
But it's not a chamber of horrors, and the innocent people who die (<i>we</i> think only 25% of the casualties are innocent, the rest are all <i>suspects</i>) probably deserved it for being in the wrong place.<br />
Their homes! Ha!<br />
No, but honestly, there's <i>absolutely no risk!</i> You don't even need to go overseas. Or understand anything. Or anything.<br />
And you absolutely will not be a murdering coward, killing people in their beds without taking any risks whatsoever. No.<br />
You'll be a respected member of the US Armed Forces, the biggest and best Armed Forces in the world, the Armed Forces that are going places. Meeting interesting people. And killing them.<br />
And you'll be bringing freedom to people who despise you as cowards and hate you for being murdering bullies, so you'll win every battle and lose the war.<br />
And hey, as long as they reject our sort of freedom, we'll just tell you to kill some more.<br />
And when you look in a mirror a few years later and see yourself, we'll provide limited medical assistance and counselling for your impending insanity.<br />
But hey! If you make it through that, there are plenty of opportunities and subcontracts for people who say and do the right things!<br />
And at the end of the day: you were only obeying orders.Simon McVitiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11738555554933252741noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200335328842981241.post-55247081721383748402013-11-09T08:20:00.002-08:002013-11-09T08:24:06.894-08:00The Amusement Of Small Minds.Once you come to the attention of the 'state' it would seem that they hang around you.<br />
Like a millstone, a bad smell, or a starstruck kid.<br />
<br />
The psychopathology of the actors - dare I say agents? - in the pursuit of futility, the pursuit for pursuit's sake, could keep an army of psychiatrists uselessly employed for decades.<br />
<br />
Take my experiences. No really, listen to this.<br />
<br />
I was surrounded by such horror at the turn of the 90's that I wanted to draw attention to myself; I actually wanted to show the world what scum lived among us as allegedly human beings, so to inform and so to protect.<br />
<br />
In the end I protected myself; in the end I escaped.<br />
<br />
But when I started, yet again, from zero, I found myself wondering if I had attracted any attention during my small-chip adventure. I didn't know.<br />
But one thing followed another, and I found myself worried all the time about my friends and family.<br />
<br />
Sure enough, the threats - real threats - appeared to invest my paranoia with a flavour of reality.<br />
This and this alone was all it took to drive me mad.<br />
<br />
Now.<br />
Every so often, something nasty appears in the (forlorn) hope of keeping me that way.<br />
And each time it does, I get a glimpse of the truth.<br />
1999 - I badly wanted to go to North America. Sorry, said the Co-op shop assistant at the local airport, we've run out of insurance forms.<br />
'Please wait' said a recording of my employer's voice on the phone when I rang Manchester Airport. Then the line went dead.<br />
<br />
You get the picture? I'm beginning to.<br />
When I got back from North America(the plane going was delayed while two people came on board to inspect my passport - just mine), within two weeks there were three police cars in the street. They arrested me under the mental health act, presumably because the plan estimated I'd be 'mad' by then.<br />
<br />
Forward to 2013; I took another trip to Canada. Never mind the outrageously evil look I got from the little man at the airport and a few other things I noticed, not that I give a damn any more.<br />
No.<br />
Last night my twitter tweets went down well with actual MP's and were favourited by the local press.<br />
This morning my landline was busier than a Menwith Hill secret conference; when trying to ring out, I heard an American voice telling me the number was unavailable, through all the distortion.<br />
<br />
Of course, the British now operate under a strict legal framework, as do the Americans, which is why they do each other's spying for them.<br />
<br />
What I want to know is this: what do these demented obsessives hope to gain and/or learn? Simon McVitiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11738555554933252741noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200335328842981241.post-8493272450918731112013-10-31T14:22:00.001-07:002013-10-31T14:24:07.949-07:00Play The Stinking Game. Or Else.Ender's Game is currently showing in cinemas.<br />
I've seen the trailers. Plenty of fake reality with 'technology' and 'explosions', while Harrison Ford looks serious.<br />
<br />
Of course, the fate of 'Humanity' (that mewling, sucking mass of helpless flesh) is at stake; they are threatened with annihilation by 'aliens', who did a half-arsed job at the first attempt.<br />
Surprise surprise. Only the world (US) military can save us by preparing in advance for the next incompetent annihilation visit, after which presumably the aliens will get tired of blowing us up and bugger off for another 70 years.<br />
<br />
And what is the preparation? Take a young boy and train him and train him and train him, so that he can save us.<br />
<br />
Human sacrifice is back, Mayan style.<br />
Except they're not bashing kids heads in on a hill to appease the gods, they're sending them out into space where we don't have to watch, hear or see, and all we have to do is trust the generals.<br />
<br />
Sounds to me like Starship Troopers played straight.<br />
<br />
I could be mistaken, but this looks like yet another video nasty which has no place in civilisation save as an educational tool in the study of mass neurosis.<br />
<br />
Game over.Simon McVitiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11738555554933252741noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200335328842981241.post-33869255913569690512013-10-28T12:36:00.000-07:002013-10-28T12:38:28.528-07:00Fine"Do you know who I am young man?"<br />
"No."<br />
He took a deep draught from his beer.<br />
"Who the Hell are you?"<br />
"My name is Feinstein. Senator Feinstein!"<br />
The older man paused for effect, smiling in an indulgence he was already indulging.<br />
"Oh. Oh! Senator..."<br />
"Feinstein. How do you do?"<br />
"You're the guy sicking the NSA on everybody's backs right?"<br />
He put his beer on the counter with a thud, and smiled ironically.<br />
"I believe that our security agencies should....."<br />
"They're not here."<br />
"Not as such."<br />
"Let me stand in for them."<br />
"A-ha...ha..."<br />
"What's in your wallet?"<br />
"What?"<br />
"What's in your damn wallet?"<br />
"That's none of your business!"<br />
"Damn right it is! I'm the TSA!"<br />
"NSA!"<br />
"Don't mind if I do!"<br />
He tripped the old man up and turned him upside-down, while he protested ineffectually.<br />
"Really! Really!" said the senator as coins, condoms and a wallet fell onto the dirty floor. Whereupon the younger man placed him on a barstool.<br />
"Let's see what's inside eh?"<br />
"NOoooooo!"<br />
He slapped the senator's hand away.<br />
Out of the wallet fell a public telephone card-advert for personal services.<br />
"You're not supposed to see that!"<br />
"Yes I am! I'm the TSA!"<br />
"NSA!"<br />
"Don't mind if I do!"<br />
He took twenty dollars from the wallet.<br />
"Two beers! One for me and one for my friend!"<br />
He smiled again.<br />
"That's a mighty fine coat you're wearing!" Simon McVitiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11738555554933252741noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200335328842981241.post-20640670772135921142013-10-16T13:25:00.000-07:002013-10-16T13:25:46.220-07:00Ding Dong, Ring Out The Bells.Harvard and Stanford say aye!<br />
Does this mean the world is safe again?<br />
Now the Republicrats have recovered from their schizophrenic episode and taped their hive-mind back up their arses, can little Joey run around with his dog and bb gun in the backwoods again, safe from all that ungoverned nature?<br />
<br />
Will there be a freshly roasted chicken and a doctor in every dining room?<br />
Will the S&P rise so high that businessmen will ascend to high ledges from the street wearing nothing but galoshes on their feet?<br />
<br />
Will the clouds blow away, revealing the bright blue sky of a late October Summer, where unseasonal birds sing sweetly and tears no longer fall?<br />
<br />
Yes, yes and oh yes!<br />
When the fake president signs the bill presented by the fake politicians, which enshrines everything we hate, give or take a little trivial tinkering, then all will be well again as the US claims 'no tax rise' and the shrinking chickens are carved up by proud family men all over using Chinese cutlery.<br />
Of course, the real trick is this: the US can borrow a lot more. They are printing money to buy their own bonds. This means that they are burying inflation under cover of a gigantic asset grab.<br />
And that is the nasty secret they hope to prolong for one more year.<br />
<br />
Show's over, chaps. Pick up your cans and pizza boxes, make a space for next year's comedy.<br />
Only next year, the pizza ration will be smaller, the beer weaker, it will all cost more, and you will all be getting healthier.Simon McVitiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11738555554933252741noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200335328842981241.post-69008093038286098862013-10-08T13:27:00.000-07:002013-10-08T13:27:18.561-07:00Debt Default? Perish The Thought.The news companies are doing what they do, dramatising facts that haven't happened yet, spreading fear and despondency over the potential for the US government's budget tiff to become a real item which threatens a 'debt default' in the near future.<br />
<br />
The US government is playing along, sticking to the script and dramatising things like war memorials and National Parks.<br />
Obviously without government, nature becomes a vicious man-trap that people must avoid, and the war-dead will rise again and start killing afresh.<br />
<br />
It's all so predictable it could have been scripted by a Hollywood hack writer who is jaundiced by making screaming turds look like heroes on the Silver Screen, and now wants to make the screaming turds riding America into the sunset of Freedom look like heroes.<br />
<br />
Sit down on the porch or in front of the TV with your six-pack Americans; order that pizza and relax.<br />
The nation ( and the world of course) will be reliably saved by the third act, no need to worry, the only thing you have to wonder about is the twist, the false ending, the bit where the true hero and the true villain are revealed.<br />
<br />
But hey, don't sweat it. The audience gets to vote on who has the most talent at the end of the series in 2016 and the current favourite won't be back whatever happens.<br />
<br />
Meanwhile the bastards wield the Tofu fist in the Titanium glove behind the scenes, making sure that the hard sell goes down.<br />
<br />
Don't worry if you don't want to buy. They aren't fussy, they'll take your money anyway, so long as you like aircraft carriers and leaders like foreign junkets.Simon McVitiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11738555554933252741noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200335328842981241.post-42313293083550169542013-08-26T07:29:00.000-07:002013-08-26T07:29:06.778-07:00Anti-Emery.In Canada, an activist, now in an American prison, called<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marc_Emery" target="_blank"> Marc Emery</a>, is credited with ending the prohibition on Sunday trading in Ontario.<br />
<br />
Regardless, during the 80's, the UK underwent a similar, if more official and more integrated removal of trade restraints, with the end of 'half-day early closing' and the ban on Sunday trading.<br />
<br />
Essentially, people could live 7 days a week instead of 5 and a half, and not get caught out when milk, or tea, or food ran short.<br />
<br />
Also the mass of people who work now had a full weekend to sort their purchasing out.<br />
<br />
In Canada, this revolution was started by small businesses; however, I found something interesting in a major British city today.<br />
<br />
Today is a bank holiday, another of those days when the banks are shut to the public(as they are most of the time, meaning that people who wish to visit must either go to a Saturday opening branch or take time off from work).<br />
<br />
I was hunting trousers, Austin Reed trousers.<br />
When I got into the city, all the small businesses were shut and deserted.<br />
But not Austin Reed.<br />
And there is the contrast with Canada.<br />
<br />
In the UK, liberalisation was led by big business. In Canada by small.<br />
<br />
And that is what happens when a coherent, top-down political change takes effect, rather than a strangled, victimised protest movement.<br />
<br />
I guess that in Canada, the 'workers' have so many protections and guarantees from their wonderful, hand-in-hand benefactors in big business, the unions and the government, that once they get a job, they could be too precious to actually have to do anything.<br />
<br />
I could be wrong.<br />
<br />
Only one way to find out.Simon McVitiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11738555554933252741noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200335328842981241.post-28548153785462481262013-08-18T02:26:00.000-07:002013-08-18T02:26:55.085-07:00Welcome Back 1933Do you think it's all right now? <br />
Eighty years have passed.<br />
Do you think they've forgotten by now?<br />
<br />
All those millions who fought and died.<br />
<br />
All those millions who were murdered.<br />
<br />
Do you think it's safe for us to act without shame or irony or conscience, now that the heroes of that other age are mostly dead?<br />
<br />
'Lest we forget.'<br />
<br />
We've forgotten. We praise the actors, the bombers and killers; we praise the actions, the violence and the death.<br />
We praise these because the stinking powers-that-be still have use for international murder.<br />
<br />
But we forget the cause.<br />
<br />
This week the bastards-that-be carried out a little experiment.<br />
<br />
A judge ordered the compulsory sterilisation of a mentally impaired man, who could and has fathered children.<br />
Apparently he has wit enough to charm a woman into his bed.<br />
<br />
But the judge deemed it for his own good that he be surgically sterilised.<br />
<br />
Welcome back to 1933; the Nazis are in their castles and busy sterilising the mentally deficient.<br />
<br />
Sorry, heroes. This is Britain.<br />
You fought and died in the War for nothing. They are coming out of hiding as your vigilance wanes.Simon McVitiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11738555554933252741noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200335328842981241.post-78888614348904149482013-06-19T10:36:00.000-07:002013-06-19T10:36:08.929-07:00The Grasping ProletariatIn a leger de main worthy of a master, and constantly repeated for a hundred years or more, the proletariat has been portrayed as those innocent, unassuming people who live happily enough, provided no disasters befall them.<br />
<br />
It may be there are many people such as this, people who are chosen because they aren't objectionable.<br />
<br />
But the people that the champions of the proletariat really sponsor are quite different.<br />
Long before they lay claim to other people's property, they lay claim to their lives, all the while maintaining the illusion of innocence.<br />
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This commonality of prurient, grasping intruders is pathologically loyal to the people who feed all their various greeds, from greed for other people's personal events to greed for other people's food, drink, clothes, televisions, money and houses.<br />
In fact, the only time the client proles overthrow their masters is when another, greedier hypocrite offers them enhanced shiny things from the world of the outsiders.<br />
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These people aren't necessarily the majority, at least not at the beginning; but as the chosen people of the hypocritical classes, pretty soon their game becomes the only game in town.<br />
And so they set the stage for places like modern Britain, where the voters stumble from disillusion to disillusion, hoping for the 'good years' of plentiful cheap stuff, and ejecting the master race when the cash runs out.<br />
Choice becomes a confusing competition between people who promise more of the domestic loot and people who promise the loot of other countries, the debate centring around no principle other than 'the economy', with everybody except those people who are the economy having everything to say.<br />
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But the circus that the proletariat feeds on more than any other is the diabolical circus that makes its victims into bogey men that the greedy masses can obssess about, bogey men that the actual victims are shoe-horned into, by hook or by crook, by the declining 'kingmaker' class.<br />
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And their decline is now part of the frenzy, they are being fed to the masses too, but slowly and grudgingly, lest prurience turn to outrage which the grateful rulers cannot fully control.<br />
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And wouldn't that be a shame?Simon McVitiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11738555554933252741noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200335328842981241.post-30948942833415369882013-05-26T09:19:00.000-07:002013-05-26T09:24:22.350-07:00The War On Self EsteemAll over the world, in schools, offices, factories in fact, everywhere, there is a war going on.<br />
It is a guerilla war.<br />
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The guerillas are those who rebel, occasionally, in some small way, against the lead-weight of oppressive dictation, on behalf of their own self-esteem.<br />
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These rebellions are small, such as mockery of one who is in authority, the victory passing. And on top of it all, the rulers of countries, mocked by the press that put them there, in order to suborn you.<br />
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This isn't a matter of authority alone; authority, when exercised clearly, leads to the achievement of a particular vision, with all the responsibility that that entails.<br />
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No. What we have today is an evil soup, a liquification of minds and identities, which seeks to destroy people in detail by making them believe they have authored their own destruction.<br />
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So when some bastard tries to impose his authority, not with a statement, but with your conviction, with the need to have you believe that you have chosen to accept his lead because you agree, not because you have a job to do and need clear guidelines, then you will feel yourself being gradually driven out of your own mind, with your sense of self replaced by a sense of someone else's self.<br />
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The more you wonder what they are up to, the longer they do it, and the more damage they will do, which is in fact what motivates them.<br />
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You must be passive in the extreme. Argue against them, when they feign to discuss, but accept their authority.<br />
These people cannot match their own status, which is why they seek your sanction.<br />
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I spent years doing dumb work; I was on strike. But even my status as a dumb labourer was too much for them to take. They would pursue me in every detail to the stage that they looked ridiculous and everybody could see it.<br />
Obviously they blamed me for that and hated me even more.<br />
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We are heading for a world where self-esteem is sniffed out, persecuted and murdered in every sense and on even the pettiest of levels. This world will exist as a place for time-served boredom, where the bastards will not wish or need to make the mistake of another Soviet Union to rebel against, but rather turn our own minds into the Gulags and imprison our perished spirits in a living death.<br />
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No smoking.<br />
No drinking.<br />
No real food.<br />
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Keep the spirit depressed and the mind occupied.<br />
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That's how they lock us in. For our own good.Simon McVitiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11738555554933252741noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200335328842981241.post-35763786340853276412013-05-22T14:07:00.001-07:002013-05-22T14:07:40.970-07:00Lumpen AgilityA few years ago, I read the books on Agile, a methodology in software development.<br />
What it boils down to is common sense, applied more or less.<br />
A number of tools and methods is laid out, together with rules for using them, but the one golden rule is this: you should use enough of the methods that you get the job done comfortably, and only to an appropriate level.<br />
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Rigidity is frowned on, the system is flexible.<br />
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Hence 'Agile'.<br />
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Then the idiots got to hear about this new methodology, that works wonders as long as they follow the rules.<br />
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Beats thinking any day.<br />
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And so they apply the methods with evangelical zeal, enforcing as many methods as they can, and driving talent up the wall in the mystical belief that obedience breeds success.<br />
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And so the working day is turned into a living Hell for thousands of bean-counter victims.<br />
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And I avoid any situation which comes with the buzzword 'Agile'.Simon McVitiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11738555554933252741noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200335328842981241.post-65270335362351901552013-05-21T11:08:00.000-07:002013-05-21T11:08:09.526-07:00Weather Indicators linuxI love Ubuntu Linux.<br />
However, there are just three weather indicator options I can see; the standard weather indicator(which has been quietly dropped from the latest Ubuntu), which cannot add locations, then there's 'my-weather-indicator', which does nasty things to your mouse pointer and crashes, and finally 'stormcloud', which has been dropped also, and which actually demanded $2.99 to tell you the weather in Kuala Lumpur. And only Kuala Lumpur.<br />
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Word to the wise: if you developed this shit, why? Are you, like, only 7 years old and trying to con teacher? What the fuck are you on you useless wastes of neurons, blood and skin?<br />
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Oh, and all the shills trying to tell me on their websites you 'only' have to 'this' to get weather indicators 'working great', you're liars. Do you know what the word means?Simon McVitiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11738555554933252741noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200335328842981241.post-44424639868880999112013-05-15T22:08:00.003-07:002013-05-15T22:08:32.484-07:00AmericaI've just included The Daily Caller in links.Simon McVitiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11738555554933252741noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200335328842981241.post-27903738798354389602013-05-12T14:08:00.001-07:002013-05-12T14:08:34.910-07:00Manchester UnitedI am sick of seeing the unpleasant, stupid, ugly gum-chewing sack of crap known as Alex Ferguson parading in front of grown men wearing shorts and acting like teenagers, for money, so that he can steal some more glory.<br />
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He is backed by limitless cash and all the gravy train that it can buy, solely in order to grasp a few miserable consolations from the endless minutes of boredom-with-a-ball which the news channels insist on talking up every week.<br />
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All this so that idiots can have something to talk about when they should be working.Simon McVitiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11738555554933252741noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200335328842981241.post-42022333451443556632013-05-10T11:34:00.001-07:002013-05-10T11:34:54.171-07:00The End Of The Affair.Earlier this week a beautiful, international bromance came to an untimely end.<br />
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Things were said, stands were taken, and relations broke down.<br />
It's a tragedy. Lovely people, lovely family, wonderful bro, but in the end he went a different way to me, in a manner which was all too predictable.<br />
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When a nice guy can't kick out someone who is insinuating his way into the brotherhood, then it's because he's too nice.<br />
When I shoot first and ask questions later like a character from a Gary Larson cartoon, people aren't impressed.<br />
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But maybe they aren't so nice when they blame me for everything turning to crap.<br />
So adieu.<br />
Stay healthy and wealthy old pal, and try to be a little wiser as we all do.<br />
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