It's hard some days ... a Rant in D Minor

You know it is really.

If you are a sensitive sort look away - you won't like this post.

I am on a precious few web spots because by and large out there - it is utter unmitigated shit.

It is places where the retarded can rub shoulders with morons and shit stirrers of the worst magnitude.

The few places I do still frequent are places of people I know well and trust.

That is the ONLY reason I post in them.

Because they are the places of people who are WORTHWHILE.

Every now and again though my blood boils because I go into them and am confronted with the same lame crap flavoured popsicles I see everywhere else.

This makes my blood boil simply because I see it like this.

These places are like these people's living rooms.

You go in and chat with likeminded people.

Every now and then someone comes in and takes a shit in the corner.

The sort of blessings and light sweetness lords of white robe new age fucking dog suck that I avoid everywhere else.

In most instances everyone just tenses up and looks away for a while in hopes it will stop or go away.

The problems with this as a strategy is that it means that eventually there is a huge pile of shit in the corner of the room.

Eventually people who come in sniff the air and leave again because they don't like sitting in a room with a pile of shit.

And eveentually some retard sneaks in, sees the pile of shit that hasn't been cleaned out - they jump in, roll around, splash it about and then start worshipping the shit as somehow the way things ought to be.

*Fumes*

Not

on

my

WATCH!

The thing is though, that IF I savage everyone who so much as farts ..... then I am going overboard - even if that person has obviously dropped their pants and is hovering their lilly whites out in the corner - you see they have just farted and not shat.

So my kicking them for shitting is unwarranted - because they didn't get the chance.

But here is the problem - if you don't menace every bastard that gives it a go eventually you miss it and there is more shit added to the pile.

Look away for one second and it happens.

One bloody second.

You don't say something when you feel you should.

You just say "No I am being too harsh - let it go....."

The next thing you know, some tard is shitting on your shoes and you have to make an example of them.

The second you do; you know that people aren't going to know why.

They will not ask why - all they will see is you savaging someone with the ill fortune of having their pants around their ankles and their balls hanging out.

So are you a savage asshole for little things or a savage asshole later?

Really the only thing you can do is snarl a bit when you see people hanging their ass out.

Soon people whisper - he'll bit it off you know .. keep it in the pants.

But then eventually you get some wise ass who decided they aren't scared of the Bog Bad Wolf.

Then you get to say in your best five year old's voice:

"What's the TIME Mr Wolf!?"

"It's DINNER TIME."

You can easily see how my day can be filled with decisions of a less than savoury nature.

Here is an example:

Greetings PB

Ok I could play but I won't - frankly it would be too easy.

I will simply say what I think needs to be said and leave it. I especially
liked the passive agressive political correct stance you think of me. I am not
in any way politically correct and trust me aggression is not something I need
to make passive. I was simply pointing out where the silliness you went on with
could go. Indeed while on the subject - I attempted to be pleasant - not
politically correct or pass aggress .. but now I digress.

Your assertions so far have been facile and full of holes - the sortof
which Mack trucks were made for. You may think it was all really tight and good
but I have to say not.

Your understanding of many aspects of things you have waxed lyrical about
is obviously wanting. Your actual ability to acurately empathise with those who
have investigated such things is likewise limited. Your constant harping on
about love and light (but only within the bounds of very predictable areas)
further just makes it all sound like theaverage llewellen publication. And I
will point out this latest issue is simply the latest clear example.

When you get out of the New Age and the bollox you obviously want me (and I
will go out on a limb here and say others too!) to believe then MAYBE we'll talk
again. You really need to think the stuff you put out there for others through a
bit more so it isn't simple cant and dogma under another name.

True mostly people don't just say "no and here is why it is not the case"
.. but eventually it will (has) happen(ed). As you say ... you have such an
amazing talent for knowing others ...well then you'll know that clearly. Until
then - You have to be at least "This High" to ride this ride.

I really don't have the interest to continually pretend that this sort of
thing is actually constructive. The words pointing out the obvious problems are
now here as well as the silliness you continued on with and that is frankly all
I had in mind as being required.

Oh and while we are about it "Go with God" would mean "Go with my blessing"
if we were both of the same original culture it belongs to. That is what would
be needed for it to be contextually appropriate. As with so many things when it
is excised from it's context and willy nilly used as an affectation it is simply
an insult to all concerned.

As I say - think more.

Lastly I will say that personally I couldn't really care what youthink of
me but I think it is pretty important that at least one person points out that
the sort of stuff you have had in here lately is really not so good after all
and why it isn't.

It is not about the fact that I agree or disagree with it eiether way but
rather that it doesn't really add up is full of holes and shouldn't be
considered authoritative (and we all know that any old thing that is said "just
right" and that is not challenged can seem pretty "holy writ" to people who
don't know better.) I'd hate to have to hear it regurged somewhere else later
and think to myself: "I really should have said something at the time!"

Now if people think I am just being a shirty turd I am more than happy to
go through it precisely, piece by piece but right now I think doing so would be
viewed as being petty in and of itself so I'll leave it where it stands for now
unless it is requested otherwise.

Fraternally

Scott

No I a not feeling charitable right now.

I don't know which Blood Vessel to pop first

You know I disaggree vehemently with most things that Amberlady says but there was a thing she said a while back I seem to remember where she said that she dearly wanted to say something positive about paganism - but simply couldn't think of anything.

Well it was something like that.

On that we agree so much we could have the same damn mother..

Someone needs to say this:

"People .. this ISN'T HELPING!!!"

Yoko Ono at 75 admits it: she's a witch

Yoko Ono doesn't have
it easy. Even today, hardcore Beatles fans still blame her for the break-up of
the band considered by many to be the best pop group of all time shortly after
her marriage to John Lennon nearly 40 years ago.

She's been berated as the evil witch in the Beatles fairy tale and as a
woman who was only after riches when she married the legendary singer and
songwriter whom many consider the Beatles' heart and soul.

Ono doesn't seem bothered by the accusations. To the contrary, she plays
along. Last year, she brought out a remix album of old songs entitled Yes, I'm a
Witch. She says she considers all women witches and all witches magical beings.
Women shouldn't be ashamed of that, says Ono, who turned 75 on Monday.

Petite, lively and bursting with energy, Ono has not lost her provocative
nature. Ono, who came from a wealthy Japanese banking family, continues to work
tirelessly as an artist, author, filmmaker, singer, composer, feminist and
pacifist.

But Lennon remains the reference point of her life. She still lives in the
New York City apartment where they were residing when Lennon was gunned down in December 8, 1980, at the age of 40. Ono was present when the gunman, Mark David Chapman, a one-time fan, shot Lennon five times. A photo of Lennon's broken,
blood-splattered glasses appeared on the cover of her 1981 album, Season of
Glass.

The apartment has become Ono's refuge. She says it is significant to her
because it is the place that she and Lennon shared.

The two met in 1966 at an art exhibit opening in London and later began a
productive artistic relationship.

They married in Gibraltar on March 20, 1969. During their honeymoon, they
stayed in their hotel bed for a week, declaring the action a "bed-in for peace"
at a time when the anti-Vietnam War movement of the 1960s was
climaxing.

They collaborated on a mix of rock and experimental music in the Plastic
Ono Band, and the single Give Peace a Chance in 1969 became a pacifist anthem.
Shortly after that, the Beatles broke up.

Lennon best expressed his love for Ono, who was seven years his senior, in
the song Ballad of John and Yoko. But the relationship also had
difficulties.

After a two-year separation, the birth of their son, Sean, in 1975 helped
create a new feeling of family togetherness. Lennon stayed home with the child
while Ono organised and directed his empire, something she is still doing today
with great success.

Lennon once said Ono was the most famous unknown artist in the world.
Everyone knows her name, he said, but no one knows what she does.

Before meeting Lennon, Ono had established herself as an avant garde
concept artist in New York. In 1962, for example, she staged the Wall Piece for
Orchestra, in which she continually banged her head on the stage to musical
sounds, and her 80-minute film Bottoms, released in 1966, showed 365 naked back
sides as a petition against the Vietnam War.

She marked the millennium with a piece called Freight Train, in which she
rolled the wagon of a train pocked by 4,000 bullet holes into Berlin in a
reference to a millennium of violence.