2016/05/17 15:00:01
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Good Keiser report today. A way for Russia to raise financing and by pass banks/sanctions:
https://www.rt.com/shows/keiser-report/343319-episode-max-keiser-915/
In this episode of the Keiser Report Max and Stacy discuss fomenting bond revolutions in Russia and staving off Bernie Sanders’ revolution in America by offering ‘free’ healthcare for all. In the second half Max interviews author and blogger, James Howard Kunstler of Kunstler.com about the economic catastrophe that brought us the clown show otherwise known as the US presidential election.
I have posted the link also in the Dilma speech post – thought worth highlighting here. Exclusive interview with RT Spanish by Dilma Rousseff:
https://www.rt.com/news/343529-dilma-rousseff-interview-media-bias/
“Brazilian President Dilma Rousseff talked with RT Spanish in her first exclusive interview since being suspended due to impeachment, which she calls a coup. Rousseff shared her surprise at the media bias in favor of those trying to remove her, who include her former political allies.
“The media here in Brazil have been highly critical when it comes to me, my government and our allies… But they suddenly tend to favor the interim government, and avoid criticizing it – despite the peculiar situation that has arisen,” Rousseff told RT.
The liberalization of the media has been a hot topic of debate in Brazil, Rousseff said.
“We don’t want to control anyone or influence anyone’s position. We are against media oligopoly, which would keep all the power in the hands of the few families.”
This kind of media rule would destabilize Brazil’s democracy and “we are actually seeing that happen now,” she said.
Rousseff compared the proceedings against her and her government to “blackmail,” saying that the acting government is dominated by neoliberal policies and has ties with Brazilian oligarchs.
She also vowed to fight impeachment by all means available……..”
Uncle Bob, good news so far:
http://russia-insider.com/en/politics/deal-moscow-wont-release-convicted-war-criminal-savchenko/ri14377
add to this Pepe Escobar’s latest analysis
http://russia-insider.com/en/politics/calm-coming-global-storm/ri14220
There is lots going on under the surface( Brazil for the next 6 months or until there is a popular revolution) and above the surface positioning: US troops on the ground in Yemen,Syria and Libya and calls to arm the so-called moderate terrorist opposition in Syria with more lethal weapons.
Oh man, that last cafe was impressive indeed. I just came from the Pizzeria near-by, and had some trouble in the restroom. I think the ketchup had to do with it…but never mind,just hang on :
Sitting as a King in Power
On the way to public restroom, have to stop and let the sound…
That fake ketchup put the pressure, on my belly and around.
Suddenly, the door went open and a guy comes out like Hell
With a happy face and smiling, letting traces of some smell…
I was pleased when he was telling : ” there is no more paper here”
“That’s no problem” was my answer, while begun to have some fear.
Under pressure and in fear, pulling down my pants on prone,
I was happy like that guy, when I saw the holy Throne…
Sitting as a King in power, giving orders out of action
Felt my belly as a Lord, cheering, with a loud reaction.
Like a Trumpet was his voice, putting rightly up the tone,
Then followed by larger, heavy sounds in baritone…
At the end, as every human, searching for some decent paper…
What a panic, what a nightmare, who’s that evil trouble maker ?
Turning out my every pockets, found at least one C-note Buck,
Hundred dollars ? oh my God ! here I am, like toilet Duck
Sitting as a King in Power, giving orders out of action,
Felt my Dollar as a Lord, cheering… in his suffocation.
Proudly Dollar, in his value, outraged and humiliated,
And surprised on what is used for, felt herself denominated.
“Never mind, I’m not a hero” – shouted angry in his ego,
” next time I’ll provoke a rise up !, but for now I’m on the go”
Sitting as a King in power, giving orders out of action
Felt my belly as a Lord, cheering, in his satisfaction.
OMG! As above (NWO toilet paper emitters) so below (Moveable Cafe Toilet Sitters)!
That reminds me, please leave a few hundred bills for the next Cafe visitor. I’ll take a few dozen for my tip, after closing hours, tonight. I’ll leave enough for other rears, you needn’t have any fears.
After the front doors are closed but the back door is open for trash to be put outside, some old guy that cannot sleep is cleaning up the joint. Last cafe, that was me: /moveable-feast-cafe-2016-05-14/comment-page-1/#comment-238120
Besides cleaning toilets, coffee cups and saucers, glassware and all the rest. I had to tweak the numbers. And rant to myself about bully pulpits, baseball and whatever popped into my mind. It’s all there. Anyway, 99 comments just would not do. Neither 101. I explain in the link above.
And since Kojak was on the tele, I got inspired to make it One o Two. Which is where the moderator ought to shut it down and call it a night.
But Telly ( get it, word play connoiseurs?) gets the first nod for this morning cafe, since he entertained me (and you, if you go back in time………………………….) after hours, as you can see here:
/moveable-feast-cafe-2016-05-14/comment-page-1/#comment-238120
So to begin the music, Telly with “I Love You!” https://youtu.be/Hb-Gp99eeqQ
That was funny Bro, now as I read your last posts in the last cafe before closing, I am convinced by your intuitive capacity, even though you did not knew about what I will post here in this Cafe. I had to laugh laud, it was like a foreplay. Oh Yeah, the old Kojak, and that wonderful song, many thanks for sharing, good memories comes to my mind.
@ ioan
I did say that you barged into Café Saker bold and self-confident but that is no licence to take poetry to places never visited before by tender muses! Or are you trying to be the new Pope? No I don’t mean the one sitting in the Vatican, I mean Alex, the author of the mock-heroic ” The Rape of the Lock”.
Kim
Hi, Kim
I took the effort ,searched,found and read the “The Rape of the Rock” from Alexander Pope. It was long but very entertaining. But no, I’m very far from his talent, he is very sophisticated in his writings, I am much more simplified and probably harsh in my humoresque and grotesque poems, there’s place for much work to do. Thanks for your words and for sharing the Pope’s great poem,that was new for me.
ioan thanks for putting smile on my face.
Such a first world problem … no toilet paper.
I remember as a kid we used squares of newspaper having on nail in the outdoor dunny. Yes we really had to check for redback spiders under the seat.
We even have a song about it. The video has a long pause at the beginning… so stay with it.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TjDAiq2-xe
@ Babushka
Hello Sheila!
The link didn’t work (Sorry video not available) but never mind, to help others facing the same message, google Slim – not the most famous one, Dusty – Newton and the red back in the dunny should show up.
There are many little nasties around there.
Kim
Thanks Kim
You must be Aussie too.. I noted your ‘walkabout’ reference and the bitten by ants saga. Hope you used some eucalyptus oil to soothe it.
@ Babushka
You were one of those disqualified to guess the type of ant. It was about 1″ long. Been attacked several times, even my backside got stung once! Funnel webs are more merciful.
Cheers
Kim
Okay so that one has gone bung.
try this one
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XnEqmnOfV6Q
you were lucky Obamas policy did not catch on you yet
https://scontent-fra3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t1.0-9/13220809_1022392701184079_5199331792906996107_n.jpg?oh=9a46b8d9f3d61b4c9d96562861bd6cc4&oe=57A523BC
some uplifting news, at least there is still some sort of will to support the truth…at Cannes Festival, a protest took place to support Dilma Rousseff, take a look
http://www.telesurtv.net/english/news/Protest-Against-Brazil-Coup-Takes-Place-in-Cannes-Film-Festival-20160517-0020.html
Querida Vercia y su hija amante de Alejandro H!
I could never match the humorous rest room rhymes of iaon, but I read your post in the last Cafe, and now, for your lovely daughter and you, a modest offering for a hero, much misuderstood, as banking seems to confound the comprehension of most of the human race:
Youthful Genius
Young Hamilton, windward child of Nevis,
Was a motherless witness to tyranny, fear and slavery.
On St Croix, he rode a hurricane north and west
To Manhattan, Revolution and General Washington!
With words and concepts beyond his years,
Merchants, pastors and generals stood amazed,
And felt the privilege of his mind was theirs.
(By me….your Bro Anon)
We’ll get to the bottom of Puritans, Planters, and Freemasons in due course. For you and millions more that need to know, and not just believe. Hamilton may be the key…………
But the next song, I dedicate two the Cafe’s Most Beautiful Latin Ladies, Vercia V, and the indomitable Comrade Elsi:
Blue Spanish Eyes: https://youtu.be/d86Ws5iQH0k
“Please say “Si, Si!”
Say you and your Spanish Eyes
Will wait for me!
I am delighted, and most flattered by this beautiful song I had not heard for years. I’m also very excited to hear about the hidden forces behind Alexander Hamilton, whom I already picture as victim of a conspiracy by the usual bastards. My daughter does not want to hear about it, of course! if not in the script, unacceptable…how easy life was with 16…not that I would go back one bit
Now I wanted to post this song for everyone in the cafe, Bro Anon, Dennis, ioan, elsi, adorable Babushka, Kim, Staight Bat, the purple guy,s113, and all in this lovely cafe …and Martin in Occupied Berlin who probably has heard it too many times, nevertheless once more won’t kill anybody …and last but not least our honorable host, The Saker.
It is almost a hymn, at least for me. Germans have a special way with the language, so precise, so clear, so deep and yet so dear…for you all
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G23JImTjEJE english version
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1SG5A3PYaUs&list=RD1SG5A3PYaUs german version
Vercia, you are on the right track, using the heart as a moral compass for your intellect and your soul. The accusations against Hamilton and who they come from (Aaron Burr, The Virginia Planters and slave owners, including Jefferson) are quite telling.
On the issue of the National Bank, people (I believe, with more research than most….) seem to be mostly just dupes of Empire to side with Andrew Jackson scumbag genocidalist against the Cherokee Nation in the South Eastern states, and cast guilt by association (an idea that the First Bank of The United States was a Rothschild, not a Hamilton creation) and project their own greedy motives onto Hamilton, who did quite well as an attorney, but never spent anything like the time other founders did, in building his estate or multiplying his capital. He knew his importance for a wider responsibility than his own little bloodline. So all the accusations of a motive to use the Bank for personal enrichment are just their own projections of what they would do, if they had the chance.Corrupt scumbags and dissimulators.
I know the author of this year old article personally:
Manhattan’s Struggle for Human Freedom Against the Slave Power of Virginia
by Robert Ingraham. “Manhattan” signifies Hamilton and his allies there.
http://www.larouchepub.com/eiw/public/2015/eirv42n19-20150508/03-04_4219.pdf
I find Robert Ingraham’s thesis compelling.
In terms of Russia and other areas of the world that need to free themselves of the Rothschild monetary power swindles, Hamilton is KEY. How to sort through the massive clouds of controversy and accusations?
Simple! Look at Lincoln’s platform. He gave many speeches in which all he said is something like:
“My program is short and sweet, like an old woman’s dance. I favor a high tariff, internal improvements, and a National Bank.” And then he would sit down.
Illinois was far more developed than most areas of the country, because of Lincoln and his co-thinkers in Illinois and nearby states.
So, when Lincoln gave that short and sweet campaign speech, that was Hamilton2.0 . Hamilton3.0 was FDR.. Hamilton4.0 JFK.
So, on the National Bank issue, are you going to go with slavery defenders like Jefferson and genocidal maniac and nasty old grouch Andrew Jackson against Hamilton, Lincoln, FDR and JFK????? Then you’ve been played, suckers! You’re under mind control.That’s what I would challenge your daughter with.
And we know Lincoln drove the Rothschilds and their Confederate and Wall St mental and spiritual slaves completely up a wall. And that they murdered him, and JFK and his brother, as the only way they saw to stop the elimination of their undeserved power over the human race.
Check it out, and if your daughter wants to go deeper into these things, hablo Espanol.
Jefferson called Hamilton “a colossus” that no one on the slavery and “Democrat” side could ever successfully debate. The only way to stop him was with a bullet.
Thanks a lot, Bro, for the song, reminds me of my childhood.
Also thanks because it seems that you do not mind find “indomitable women” over here/there….something so rare in your gender….. even in this blog…..
This is why I find myself so well in this moveable cafe, because the men who hang about here seem to belong to the rare species of those who really love women, and I say really because those who really love women want them in no other way but free.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UkhG4JihpaQ
I did not know that Vercia V was a latin woman.
Elsi;
Here’s a joke for you. When I was 28 I met a 19 year old German girl on a bus in Oakland, talked to her, and was so smitten by her adventurous spirit that I took her number to show her around San Francisco the next day.
She stayed with friends of her father, a professor from the Free University of Berlin. She traveled alone and within 48 hours of landing in the USA had met theater people in Berkeley and was in that community, doing stage work. I was staying with my dad in SF for a short visit and he could tell by the way I answered the phone I was really excited by her. I wasn’t alone in that. Her father’s (married) friend in Oakland declared his love for her, and I was able to get her out of a scandalous situation. And not rob the cradle doing it.
Sorry Dennis, it was pure agape! And probably for the best. I don’t know if I would have survived a break up with that courageous Berliner.
Anyway, when my dad heard about how quickly she was in the Berkeley theater world, he, liking submissive women, said, “Oh, you had better forget her! She could make it through Buchenwald by herself.”
Well, duh, Pops! That’s why I was crazy about her!
Anyway, I took her under my wing, got her out of Oakland and off to Maui and Kauai for 3 weeks.
Then, I kid you not, in the heyday of the Medellin Cartel, she flew solo to Colombia! for 2 months.
She didn’t know Spanish, but related, upon her return (NYC for the trip back to Berlin) that when an intercity bus driver quoted too high a price for her fare, she backed him down by “forcing him to swear to Santa Maria” that the inflated quoted fare was correct. Santa Maria and my German heart throb forced the Colombian bus driver to back down. I think she could have made it through Auschwitz and a few more camps, too! She may have set a record for miles travelled per dollar and hearts broken per week…………..Wow! What a spirit! I love that in a woman!
The last day I ever saw her, we ascended to the observation deck of the World Trade Center, a day or two before her flight home.
If I am not mistaken Vercia V, said she (Vercia) is from Venezuela. VVV!
Hola Elsi! en efecto, sudaca pues :-)
Born in Chile, grew up in Venezuela, currenlty holding my breath and praying the stinking orks just pass by and leave our people in peace…and that the love revolution can take her course again.
I’m hopelessly busy…almost permanently but I love to visit this wonderful place…and if we manage to organize, at least Dennis is working on a strategy we will manage to save Russia as well from the orks. Love to all! I still need to read Dennis new levels of revolution…gee I feel like the white rabbit
Camarada Vercia V, me alegro mucho de que pases por aquí de vez en cuando ya que me temo que hay pocos camaradas españoles y latinoamericanos ( no sé si te gusta este término, si quizás prefieres sudamericanos ), me hace ilusión.
Admiraba mucho al camarada comandante Chávez, sé que la presiones son muchas pero espero que os mantenéis unidos llevando adelante el proyecto de revolución bolivariana.
Os envío toda la fuerza y apoyo desde este rincón de Euskal Herria.
Un fuerte abrazo.
Ska-P. El Libertador. (Homenaje a la Revolución Bolivariana)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mLiL2vLfI5s
I’m making my entrance after seven comments. My impressions are: gratitude for those whose feet are on the ground with the facts about the ongoing war; for the poetry derailing the empire’s engine of destruction; for the sweet romantic song of Spanish eyes with amazing pictures of love. And yes, I did drink from the cup of the last cafe to the last drop.
I want now to get to the business of stopping the empire’s war. I’m imagining an army of love to counter the army of killing. The first division is represented by thought; by the thought of love for me, transposed into your key of true care, goddess, justice, peace, communism and so on that resonates with you.
The second division of the love army is food, diet and nourishment. An army marches on its stomach. Food for thought is not an idle wisp. We are what we eat.
A love army eats and drinks love food and nectar. This is fruit attested to by the bible’s Eve, who ate fruit naturally until commanded by God to obey him or else; and not eat fruit. Fruit nourishes love and freedom so she continued to do what she always did, and we know the result: war and killing. Fruit is at the love extreme.
But there is wide variety in the middle: vegetarian, vegan, raw vegan and so on.
The other extreme is killer food: the meat of animals and their products. The dividing line on this scale is: if an animal has eyes like us and red blood like us, “Do not kill” nor eat your kill. Today slaughterhouses abound and the killing fields are full of blood.
Love (or choose your own related virtue) is the only power that can stop the war and killing. Love has strict rules and a love army of stringent discipline. Its logic is consistent and its energy implacable. There is a dynamic that produces war or love.
Something is terribly wrong which is causing wars of all kinds, on battlefields, in homes, on highways, in hospitals and jails. Religion, philosophy, education, science and our civilization has not stopped war because it can’t, or it would have done it by now. We had love (and true sex) once and we lost it because of patriarchy’s rebellion against the natural love order.
The love army lives on fruit. But we live on food that is all over the Bell curve. We are not in the love army yet. The love army is here to help us stop war. It is an ideal that is real. It takes lifetimes to train a love warrior. The information is presented by the love army but we are free to choose our own course. We are somewhere on the scale between meat eating and fruit eating.
In the middle we move either way in small increments: even thoughts in one direction or the other. Every motion tips the scale toward loving or killing. This second division of the love army is about food and diet. It is coordinated with all the other nine divisions. I’ve already talked about the first division of thought briefly.
My role in this is to accept the gifts that the love army brings and share the information as I understand it. This site has a mission of stopping war on Russia, which involves a global program. Information is given about the details of the battle. Information and energy go together like knowledge and love.
Food provides energy to fight a war. Eating meat aids the enemy because it is of a killing energy. Eating fruit (or food on a sliding scale commensurate with that energy) changes the enemy’s energy according to the dictum: love your enemies. Energy is not static pieces of being that’s been frozen with the steel of war. A love diet will create a fire that can melt steel. It is done energetically from the quantum level to the edges of the universe. “I have come to cast fire on the earth and how restless I am until it be blazing.” “Did not our hearts burn within us as he spake to us on the road?” That’s a universe truth emanating from a limited cultural context.
All is fair in love and war. In other words, there is no going back once the die is cast and we cross our Rubicon. It’s all or nothing to the death. Make love or make war. Those are the extremes which cross the great middle. But it’s not static or frozen in concrete. Loved by love, we cannot lose in the long game.
When I eat fruit, I eat love. When I eat meat, I eat war. “Let your eye be single” is a maxim applicable to all time and space. Thought sees love. Food feeds love.
This is the aim of the second division of love warriors. There are a million objections and counter arguments. I’d be happy to hear just one that is qualified by the standard of love. The ad hominems, sentiment, emotion, romance and other outpourings are welcome too within the guidelines given here, not because they are not part of the human drama but because they impede reasonable love. The moderators have the unpleasant but necessary chore of sifting and screening.
OK, I want to wind the reel backwards and assure Isabella and others that the issue of pethood is coming next as the third division of the love army, relative to the last cafe and/or the bullhorn cross talk off topic topic.
I rush through this because time is short and is of the essence. We have a narrow window of opportunity that is open but for how long in unknown for us. Every hair is numbered, every sparrow fallen is counted and every minute and second is in that record. Time and love move on and wait for no man.
Thank you for allowing me this space, whether you read this or not. My very name arouses a pandora box of all gifts, negative and positive. That’s one of the reasons I use my given name. It was given to me by love in the form of parents who loved according to their own gifts or deficits, expressing it in sex as lovers are wont to do. I accept all gifts whether they hurt or heal.
Love does everything under the sun at day and under the stars at night. Love is free and responsible. I’m not a lover yet but I’m getting there.
Would someone please help me and explain why comments in-progress disappear.
I had written a substantial post in reply to Dennis recruitment drive to mobilize a love army. It was another magna opus – my best contribution so far – and it was lost.
Bro Anon suggested that I write a document file and then paste it, but that works well if you are planning a longish comment, not when you just want to say something and then you get the bug of inspiration and joy of writing and keep going, until the fat lady of fate sings her dirge. I’m desole’… again.
The lament above is mine.
Kim
Kim, I will forward your lament to webmaster.
@ Mod KL
Thank you, very kind.
Kim
Hi Kim, no matter which OS or GUI env you are using, here is what I do on UNIX/X11 and what should work almost everywhere:
You either type directly here and then (before [Post a comment]) you do:
^A
^X
^V
[Post a comment]
Then immediately after wards (or before submitting) store a copy in an editor buffer, such as (if you are on NSA-Windows) notepad.exe:
^V
(maybe you decide it is better to save this buffer to some storage media, such as hdd).
I always do so in my standard file ~/Desktop/CCCP.txt
Alternatively (preferred) you do it the other way around from the outset (in some Editor), always save copies and only then
^A
^X
^V it to whatever place you want.
Such moanings about “lost messages” are frequent, and they belong into the same category as “Why do most people only have a single hdd copy of their data, until the hdd dies (which is when they have _0_ copies of their most valuable data, bitcoins, marriage images, first love letter).
And 1 fact is certain: _Every_ hdd dies! Only the exact time stamp when it will happen cannot be predicted.
In that sense: Make backups of what you can. Always.
@ Martin
Thank you mate. Not clear what you mean. My OS is Windos XP (!!!). What happens is that while typing in the comment box, suddenly the box disappears in thin air, not even a puff, and takes me back to the page with a blank comment box. It has happened only when the text gets fairly long, say 600 words plus.
What I might do is to have a txt file on the side and save to it every paragraph as I go along. Cumbersome but might save me more disappointments. I wish I could use my old typewriter…
What a bummer. Strewth!
Kim
for Dennis the love-power version of the song above!
I want to whisper…you already got there Dennis…to the core of love…thanks for letting us know how it feels…I don’t want to be loud, I don’t want to wake you up…
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OEbMoYOpfeY
legions of lovers….
Thanks for the music, the words, the energy. I need it. I’ve been feeling high anxiety, depression, self-doubt and the urge to throw in the towel. I get much less sleep. I think something is deeply wrong about me.
But after all this is a war. The tide has just turned and I’m turned on again. As I look back at the fire I just went through, I think it was the fire that had to be cast upon the earth. What I experienced is nothing in comparison to what is going down around me.
I fear it but it must be said and done. The war must be fought and won. The third division of the love army is cold for lack of action. It is now in place. I must remember that this is a very different kind of war. A multi-layered blitzkrieg in all directions that makes no prisoners in a force field of love.
The third division is about animals. We need them to win. We are them within. The law of love is firm. Do not make free animals pets; do not force them into slavery. Do not foment the master-slave paradigm of patriarchy. It is a crime of vast proportions to kill a whole animal nation and drive them into extinction, into zoos, corrals, collars, experimental torture chambers and killing fields.
Pethood is big business, a psychological and ecological disaster that flies under the false flag of kindness and love. It is the kind of love that is seductive and cute. It plays on the emotions and betrays freedom for a passing touch of love obtained by subversion.
I love animals, both wild and bound by the master-slave deception. They cry out in their exultation and pain: this is wrong by all the standards of decency and love. This killing of the spirit results in the wars we claim to want to stop. Yet we war on the most innocent of defenseless creatures and expect a different result.
We are sick. We are neurotic. We are lack-loves. We use pets to turn us into pet slaves ourselves in the empire of pain. What is wrong with us that we can’t see what we do in the name of need? We need love so bad that we kill it to get it. Animals are our scapegoats on altars of sacrifice.
I sympathize with our dilemma of kill or be killed. But why take it out on the animals? Why turn them into pets for our unmet needs? And justify it with salves that we are saving and caring for them. Can they not do that for themselves if left free? Are we so blind we cannot see what we do to them we do to ourselves.
It’s a slippery slope from making animals pets to doing the same to ourselves. The empire sits back and watches us enslave ourselves in the name of love. The love army restores the truth about animal relations. Proud and free, independent and sovereign. Our downward slide to everlasting war started with killing animals and domesticating them. What a homey word for horrible double dealing.
I’m not speaking. The animals are speaking. They are taking their revenge and we don’t get it. We have yet to come up to their level. This speech cannot be heard through the din of our preoccupations with getting our needs met. I have friends and relatives who could not live without their pets. It’s so co-dependent that everything depends on its perpetuation.
Pets are the soft side of our hard times of war, famine, disease and death, the four horsemen of our apocalyptic addiction to deception. The animals take the heat for our cold calculations under the guise of tender feelings.
Free the pets and free ourselves from the shackles of rescuers. Of course we can keep the pets we have and love them til death. We have chosen to make love with them while forsaking our own kin. It’s a deal made in the backrooms of our mind. Of course it will take time. Ten thousand years to get to the petting pens and ten thousand years to get back again to the freedom fields.
The love army sticks the truth to us between the lines of our defenses. The logic of the master-slave dialectic is inescapable despite our desperate grasping at straws of self-justification. We can only stop the wars of empire by ceasing to supply it with the means of mowing us down. We must stop offering up animals on the altars of commerce.
Love comes to us in fire and water. Love comes to us through animals because we are them. If we do not have the wit to see what our real relationship is to them, how can we learn to bond with them without breaking them?
But, but, but you say. The animals don’t care what you say. It’s your actions towards them that are contradicting your benign discourse. No creature was designed to be anyone’s pet. I do not want to be a pet so why would they? But, but, but you say: they choose us. You see it in their eyes and in their happy cries. More lies upon lies.
Anyone can play pet psychic but only the clever can make money at it. The pets aren’t going to tell you that. Do you think they are as crazy as you? You are the owner that can put them to death on the streets or in the shelters. They learn to play your game.
Who needs obedience training other than the obedient? Who needs to be neutered other than the neutered? Who needs to be petted other than the already petted. But, but, but you say: I feel so much love. With love like this, who needs hate? The animals apparently. If we really loved them, we would return them to freedom.
But you say we are now so far down the road that “to go back now would be as tedious as to go forward.” Yes, but tedious is the price to pay for timidity in the face of terrible choices. Better to retrace our steps than to go lockstep to death with pets on a leash. Like I said, keep your pets until they die in your loving arms but do not repeat a fate worse than death.
Well, I guess the love army has made its point in this information war. Whether it sticks or slides is determined by the status of animals. They are canaries in the mine. To pet or not to pet decides the course of the war in its own decree. The love army takes the high ground on the animal issue.
Freedom or slavery runs with the wild wolves or the domesticated dogs. It’s an information war played out on the fields of mind. Choices are made in the chambers of the heart. A love army does not force its way in. It clears a space for us to get out.
The love army’s third division holds the line while we make up our mind. The fate of a free or forsaken world hangs in the balance. The empire watches as the minutes tick by. It needs pets as a bullet needs powder. It needs human slaves for cannon fodder who work by the hour. Pethood is part of its masterplan for the commodification of man.
As for me, I am tired but I cannot rest. I love animals but not their pet-work chains. I love owners but not their petty claims. I see animals free inside of me. The love army takes its stand for a liberated animal-man.
I love you all. What else can I do? I’m an animal lover just like you.
@ Dennis
We, your friends, admire and respect you for confronting us with a message of love for everything, even for our foes. It is confronting because we have not yet reached a stage of moral development where love for everything rises above ourselves, our self-love, narcissism, egotism, vanity and self-importance. After all, if we are God’s creation, we were placed at the top of the natural hierarchy as being “superior” and entitled to the rewards and kudos of that superiority.
Human beings, not only claim to be above everything else in nature, but also believe, and act on that belief, that there is an hierarchy among themselves too based on race, nationality, socio-economic class, wealth, status and other layers of distinction. This belief leads invariable to conflict and carnage among themselves.
Christ’s message of love for your neighbour, and even turning the other cheek to your enemy (as someone in this blog recently mentioned, ending up with two black eyes) is one that Christianity has flouted for 2,000 years and proof of it is that it was Christianity that colonized and enslaved most of the world. Christian love is an oxymoron and a tool of oppression to keep the lower orders under.
We may one day liberate ourselves from the moral and intellectual pyramid that ties us to a Darwinian-shaped world view and then universal love will have a fertile ground to flourish and embrace everything. Until then we have to deal with the immediate dangers to that remote future because, if we don’t it will never arrive. We owe it to our children because we love them.
Kim
PS – This is an abridged version of a lost opus.
No, I don’t think Dennis is crazy on the animal thing. I have not been in a house with a pet since about 24 years old. For sure they would not exist in the wild in anywhere near the numbers that they exist domesticated, in homes, or on feed lots, awaiting their end, fairly safe and well cared for.
Saker’s wife would be out of business, as wild animals are on their own! So, this is an interesting topic.
I used to think: “Well, after all, they are OK on almost all farms. No wolves or mountain lions to kill them. They are treated for disease. They are well fed. Then, their end is very quick.”
Now, I am not eager to defend the slaughter houses and prison pens and think that if vegetables can do as well, or even better, nutritionally, the karma is probably better all the way around sticking to fruits, nuts and vegetables. And some cheese, sour cream, and ice cream. Whole mil k for coffee. Max 2 cups a day. So that’s the intention. Juicing is supposed to be great, with an instant surge of energy into your veins. First comes a book or two. Then request that the wife do some of the recipes. Then you realize that for such a revolution, you need to go get the damned juicer, pay through the nose for “organic” and Just DO IT! Including recruiting the whole family, for “a house divided cannot stand!”.
Or it’ll never get done. I already quit grains except for one morning toast. But there’s a long way to go. Confucius say, “Longest journey starts with single step.” Steps are taken. Trick is not to stop!
Beautiful – thank you.
My dear Friends, I leave you all in God’s Hands. My mother’s illness is terrible, now has again the aggressive form emerged, and in such cases, my whole energy is gone. She needs surveillance all the day in her depression, with explosive anger and suicide thoughts. You cannot imagine the situation. For a few days was silence,and this is repeating herself since five years. Many times had the feeling that that’s it, I can’t resist any longer, but must to stand up again, the war is in my home.
Strange powers are playing a sadistic game on a level we cannot imagine. The devil is not sleping
please ensure, I hope you can recieve what support and counselling for yourself as much as you can if that is possible.
ioan: so painful to hear your descriptions of your mother’s agonies. And through your words, your own. Can suffering ever be redemptive? I asked that of one of my spiritual teachers once and he looked thoughtful and said depends on the level it is taken to and what it is seen as. And then he fell silent and walked away.
I hope you have friends to help and to bear witness with you.
Dear ioan
…much positive energy and love to you and your mom…
Dear ioan, I do not know if you are a man or a woman, anyway, never mind.
Sorry to hear what you are passing through with your mother. Looks like a serious mental disease and so, difficult to bear with for most of the people.
It is very courageous and loving from you to try to take care of your mother by yourself, but, dear, try not to lost yourself in the intend and if you anytime feel that you can not resist more, allow yourself pay attention to your own limits and delegate her care in professionals, if it is possible.
When we are exhausted, phisically or mentally, we are not able to take care of others the way they need and the only thing we will find in the end is having two people sick.
Wish you health and strenght, courage and serenity. A big hug.
Taking Care Of Yourself To Take Care Of Others
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IhrMNsUpWsM
ioan I want to express my support for you in this daunting challenge. I hope you can pop in here for some shorter visits with a few haikus or limericks or just short comments, and draw some strength from the well of friendship.
On one level, here is where the ego is necessary. Only you can take care of you today, and a major part of you is your mother. This is nature. It is difficult but anything else (like disappearing from her side, as opposed to this cafe for a while………) would be impossible.
On another level this is the anti-Ego, this is the Goddess of True Care in right action, in you, when the chips are down.
Your posts have been amazing the last few weeks. Even if in a dark mood, nay, especially if in a dark mood, stop by and connect at least briefly. She is here for you, at all times.
Just to add something :
For my modest Contribution
Now I get the Retribution
Ioan : Later with compassion
comes the restitution
Like Job awaiting
a just solution.
Job?
a stitch up planned before his birth.
Not a very “Holy” one though.
“Like Job awaiting
a just solution.”
Huh?
Read the Book of Job as a prolonged metaphor about human suffering and ponder it well. Read it as well as the Bhagavad Gita . And may you be blessed with wisdom.
For all we know, Dorothy ( Wizard of Oz) it might just be a little guy ( our ego) projecting a thought form. Whatever you may decide, just remember to Hold the Course, steady as she blows and before you know it you will be back in Kansas again.
or as Job would have put it had he been a US Marine: Semper Fi
huh?
and don’t miss to read Carl Jung’s “Answer to Hiob”. It’ a great read.
so here again the gods weekly contribution and all the best to your souls
http://astromundanediary.blogspot.de/2016/05/5_16.html
Thank you Mundanomaniac for your scholarly lyricism . Ahhh so you survived a bout with mischievous Mercury tweaking your tail as it thumbed its nose at you. No doubt Uranus was cheering from his fiery corner (where, by the way,he sits this week- all 22 degrees of him- gnawing at my natal Sun). Grrrrr!
But perhaps both were playing with the echo of the first advice Rumi received from his teacher to throw all his books down the well? ( no, this is not an act of obscurantist book destruction –just Sufi metaphor)
Well, you are back energized by the struggle and we are all the richer for it.
“Sun in twins alternating/resonating voices in short term opposition with Mars.”
But what an opposition! Mars is being given a (re) boot by Mama Moon across the goal line into Scorpio as she gives a saucy wink to Mr. Gemini Sun! Whew! so we have a Mercury ruminating over ” je ne sais pas” info from its spectacular Solar encounter last week and now Mars getting a shot of Joy juice from the Moon just before it heads down into Plutonian depths. Mars: remember not to drink the Kool-ade ( American slang reference to the very plutonian Jonestown cult massacre)
So the question remains: when these two kids get together to wave and bow across the 180 degree court, what will they share with the rest of us? June 9th will tell?
” throw all (…) books down the well” thanks terra for your comment again.
Interesting, the sufi advice parallels with the old advice of the alchemists:
“Rumpite libros ne corda vestra rumpantur” (Rend the books, lest your hearts be rent asunder).
No advice, not to study in books, but in the end ” experience not books is what leads to understanding” (C.G.Jung)
To Mars-Sun: My teacher Döbereiner (uncle Dö) identified their connection in families as “aggression against life”. Maybe not a boon to be born with, but that is “books” I’m waiting with my judgement till experience. So far I’m saying it’s the paradox ‘fight or unite’ of elementary fire with soul (passion) fire.
Mars-Sun connect: Or lifetimes as a military leader. The archetype of the warrior is that of the hunter who often times kept the tribe alive during the winter with his search for game when the harvest was bare or the stores ran low. He was the protector for his one tribe at the same time being perhaps the destroyer of another. Perhaps that is the key to the paradox of intelligent life on this planet which is primate based. Sadly for the planet, this warrior archetype is in disrepair these days.
Your teacher is correct– Aries Mars-Sun is definitely not a boon to be born with especially as a woman even in these times unless the moon and rising are very propitious. One Vedic astrologer I was consulting even asked me what I was doing in female incarnation! Rather than do the usual mouthy Aries American retort of ” well, that is why I am paying you the big bucks”, I just shrugged and ( as a joke) said, “because I am doing five life times of karma in one”. He looked down at his 3 charts for about five minutes…and agreed!!! So serious, that one! sigh.
Mars moves energy. Passion is necessary for life but too much burns life and, if treated badly/incorrectly, distorts relationship. Dennis Leary most certainly would agree for sure.
And part of our work may be the task of clearing family of origin patterns as ioan seems to be doing. It helps to see one’s individual struggles in larger context and in greater connection. Pondering the nature of time, which is even more arduous than contemplating a deity, is useful . (although the Tibetan tantrics eventually do both)
Hearts that beat for Micha-el, the fiery Prince of Thought.
“rumpite libros …”
source of the quote:
https://books.google.de/books?id=Guc4CQAAQBAJ&pg=PT7211&lpg=PT7211&dq=Rumpite+libros+ne+corda+vestra+rumpantur&source=bl&ots=h-LuP-GJNF&sig=8b3ODTYkhnHDC5n25H5aAXrcwTY&hl=de&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwjM4a67gObMAhXFSBQKHf72CO0Q6AEIPDAF#v=onepage&q=Rumpite%20libros%20ne%20corda%20vestra%20rumpantur&f=false
I want to take the high ground but when ioan walks in the valley as I did with my mother, I stop and pause for prayer. No words can help but if they did, I’d say them for you and your mother. Instead, I’ll stand guard as the book closes on the first of all relations, and opens upon a new horizon.
Kim, I struggle with churchianity and intend to rewrite christianity from a vineyard perspective. But first there is a war to win. In my case, that fifth column within.
I like to think the unthinkable, that a love army born in a vineyard manger can do what’s never been done to an empire. Christianity came close but the empire struck back with a deal it could not refuse. So here we are again with an empire offering deals. Russia is resisting with a core of traditional Christianity. But unless the traditional can embrace the universal, the outcome is provisional.
The love army’s fourth division has arrived on the scene where the love army has a foothold in the hinterlands of empire.
On the eighteenth sub-floor of its bunker the alarms sounded. “Sir, we have a situation.” “You know the procedure.” “Sir, we have no procedure for this situation. We know where but there’s nobody there.” “An invisible army, captain?”
The fourth division has the responsibility to handle empire’s fourth force: marriage. The first division counters thoughts of brute force with love thinking. The second blunts the empire’s meat eating power. The third neutralizes the empire’s neutered pets.
The empire invented marriage back in the day when marriage was unknown. We lived as lovers in small groups where all was held in common, especially sex. If there was a marriage it was in and to the community, with the girls first blood and the boys first seed, in initiatory ceremony.
The marriage of singles into couples was not just about property rights but destroying the rites that impeded the empire’s putsch. It’s all in the bible where God commands the killing of all: shrines, men, women, animals, children and anything else that moved.
By destroying common sex, the empire removed the hex thorn in its side. The couple arrangement broke society into manageable units. Two by two they went into the imperial ark of a new war covenant. Women who got out of line were yanked out of the matri-lineal line and thrown to the in-laws.
Today, womem have been turned into women but the game is the same: each one owns the other as their rightful property. The war of the sexes has now gone viral and taken the form of the wars we hope to stop. Don’t get me wrong; I have the greatest respect for the power of marriage.
I was married for eighteen years, and have been in a decent relation with her for nine years. In the early years of our marriage bloom twenty-five years ago, I wrote this twenty-one line salute to her:
I knew you were the one
When I saw you standing in the sun
The sky in your eyes blew
Kisses to your sleeping beauty
Awakening the spring flowers
Opening gifts from the mistress
In that wedding by the sea
The waves washed your dress white
The wind winnowed the sand
Gulls sang to the ring on your hand
The wine and the bread
Knelt to the veil round your head
Angels passing by
Hushed their cry
The smile in your eye
Brought boats about
The bend in your back
To the vale of your dreams
Sail on, sweet soul
The shore you’ve dreamed
Is more than it seemed
Marriage honed my love but it was not enough to last. Now I know why; it was never designed to last. It was merely a tool of empire to destroy the communal sex that threatened it. Marriage was a war against communal love. Few dare to question its legitimacy. If we don’t, we concede the victory to the enemy.
Marriage is being eroded on all fronts because of its inherent weakness. It was never meant to be part of our life, until patriarchy made it so. There is no viable alternative to marriage now but perhaps in the future there will be.
I am still in a “marriage of true minds” which may include some in this vineyard. Jesus was invited to one at Cana where he turned water into wine, kissed the bride and said she was mighty fine, hugged the groom and danced with all under the summer moon. He then went to the Cana Cafe and talked til noon.
I’ve heard rumors that he’s in the army of love now fighting the empire of doom. At least in his day then the Roman empire had the decency not to bomb wedding parties. Indicates how little empires care for marriages of the poor and how far we have fallen.
The love army protects marriages until communal marriage returns. Until then I’ll keep my communal marriage vows sacred. Good night, lovers all.
“The woods are lovely, dark and deep
But I have promises to keep
And miles to go before I sleep”
–Robert Frost
Many thanks to everyone of you, for your deep friendship you share with me, for your kind and worming words. Now :
I can’t comment just sustain,
I shall rise and turn again.
In a couple or some days
In this Cafe, as allways
Animalis means to have breath, and so it means we share the air of the earth’s atmosphere with our kindred spirits the animals.
Animals suffer terribly in the wild and in their natural states too, from drought, famine, prey hunting, flooding and so on, even before we get to relentless human cruelty and the ecological disasters stressing our planet to breaking point.
I don’t really see pets or no pets as the main issue, but our loss of connection to the earth as a whole, through intensive farming, life style, computerisation and electrification of leisure time, and greatest threat of all, the loss of reverence for nature.
Animals feel this, they sense it and know it, no matter how far away or in what wilderness they dwell. The tigers feel it, the lion, the elephant, the stray dog, the horse on it’s own in a field.
The earth is a living whole, and love and reverence, or wonder attracts and promotes life and goodness. That’s how St Francis tamed the wolf at Gabio, and fed the birds from his hands.
This is like a breath, a breath of the air, a breath of reverence for the living kingdom of animalis and for the earth.
very important news: the Erdogan insulting poetry contest has a winner! People all over the world wrote entries in many languages and styles.
https://www.rt.com/uk/343531-boris-johnson-erdogan-offensive-poem/
At the moment I find myself in a rare valenced balance; so I best take it while it lasts. I’d love to know how this plays on the astromundane chart. I was born at 5:56 am on December 10, 1939 in Stevens Point, Wisconsin, USA at St. Michael’s Hospital.
I am rather schizophrenic, perhaps influenced by schizophrenics in my career as a psychiatric registered nurse working mostly in psychiatric hospitals. I withdraw from the real world into my own imagined one, have mood swings and have to put up with my own double dealing.
I project these traits unto this vineyard where I find a dichotomy happening now. Over at the article just posted by Saker of a brilliant military analysis that had me laughing at its sheer clarity is one set of folks; and here at this nowhere (moveable) cafe another set. Interesting, and highly educational. I never got this kind of education anywhere; not from my four degrees of paper nor from 76 years of hard knocks remedial ed, and all free.
I enjoy to tears both sets for it seems one needs the other. I combine them by bringing a love army here to the cafe of dreams. If I had to pick and choose, I’d take this one since it has more juice for me. But without the imperative “to stop the empire’s war on Russia” the juice might turn to sugar water.
I’d like to believe that I’m motivated by love but perhaps not. There is strange mix in the brew here. I had the thought there are three things that fascinate, enigmas wrapped in mystery: God, money and Russia. Hard as I try, I can’t pierce their veil and pin them down. Maybe when the fifth division of the love army arrives, called the money division, it will shed some light on me.
Yesterday I received a book about the tension between God and being (reason) entitled “God Without Being.” Jean-Luc Marion also wrote “The Erotic Phenomenon” which I just finished and am reading again. It falls within phenomenology which is in philosophy. But Marion is a Catholic who like John Henry Newman before him, appears to be attempting a “via media.”
I, too, seem caught in the undistributed middle which is a fallacy. Scratch the undistributed part because I don’t understand it but it sounds good. If we’re going to stop the war on Russia, we’ve got to find the middle ground which is not only high but sound. And it can’t be in fancy filigree language but down to earth like here on this venerable vineyard earth.
The conversation here is down to earth even when astromundanical. At least I find it entertaining and educational. The musical and mundane links are the likes of what lovers desire with their passion fruit. Like I said, a strange mix of poetry sublime and profanity ridiculous. The sacred and the secular like the two cups on the table today.
As is well understood, the Saker is an orthodox’s orthodox, pursuing a degree in patristics. I love Augustine’s quote: nemo est qui non amet (no one is, who does not love). In other words, love comes before being and sustains it.
This is where the schizophrenic God comes to the stage, acting it out with the great Christian schism between east and west in 1054, and continued in the schism between west and east now. We desperately need a middle ground.
John the Beloved tried to solve the riddle with “God is Love.” The historical God of war is problematic but so is a God of love. God and love go together like oil and water; hence we have a world at war slouching toward a war to end all wars. “Something is going on but you don’t know what it is, do you, Mr. Bones?”
My Occam’s razor solution is to just drop the term God altogether since it seems to be the subordinate term, and loaded with patriarchal elements to boot. But that would deprive many of their vested interests in the term, like status, money, family and friends. I don’t have so many of those limits, now that I’m 76 with a retirement income and friends like you.
So I’m more free to roam, say, unlike the Saker to a degree. Still, I look forward to being corrected if necessary and to keep leaning on the curve; not too far so as to fall off the cliff but far enough to have fun. I guess it’s time to run along and get along with my routine, which involves passing twice (to and fro) another cafe. It appears more real-life but this one appears to have more life, despite the limitations of virtuality.
Some day we’ll meet on the avenue, Baby Blue. Til then I’ll enjoy my schizophrenic world as much as I can. “When I’m all alone in the great unknown, I’ll remember you.”
“At the moment I find myself in a rare valenced balance; so I best take it while it lasts. I’d love to know how this plays on the astromundane chart. I was born at 5:56 am on December 10, 1939 in Stevens Point, Wisconsin”
Dennis, I drew your chart and the answer is appearent (if you give me an adress I mail you the chart): Last Monday Venus transitted your Uranus. Unity of Heaven and earth.
Crucial is that between 2009 and 2016 you are “managed” by Aquarius and Libra so It’s their rulers which have met at your Uranus. Venus, with the double dignity, as ruler of Taurus and Libra, so the former’s earthly social connections, has to mirror Aquarius, spirit’s nearness to God, in the second mirror of the zodiac.
So, what a moment, what a week of balance, I have to admit! This experience brought to the surface, what is inspiring and likewise destabilizing your consciosness since these 6 years: the archetype of heaven and easyness and the archetype of earth and heavyness are trying to be embraced by consciousness in a paradox unity.
Thank you for your intimate confession in our intimate corner of this Cafe at the Vineyard. Hope to meet you next time in the balance (I remember Jackson Brown) again.
Ps: You are borne with Sun/Moon square Mars, this week’s topic.
Sun opposition Mars is right now in this moment triggering the opposition to your Mercury and Ascendant.
Big time.
So our unconscious precision leads us, if we follow our feeling, now and again to the fullness of time.
“My Occam’s razor solution is to just drop the term God altogether since it seems to be the subordinate term, and loaded with patriarchal elements to boot”
It happened that your thoughts to God resonated with Lewis Lafontane’s quotes of Carl Jung in today’s
Link not right. Mod on duty.
If you can’t attend f here two examples:
So long as we leave the God outside us apparent and tangible, he is unbearable and hopeless. But if we turn the God into fantasy, he is in us and is easy to bear. ~Carl Jung, Liber Novus, Page 283.
The God outside us increases the weight of everything heavy, while the God within us lightens everything heavy: Hence all Christophers have stooped backs and short breath, since the world is heavy. ~Carl Jung, Liber Novus, Page 283.
Thanks so very much. I’ll probably have something more to say but for now just want to give you my contact address. Go to: thelovegovernment.com front page and scroll down to the bottom where you will find my email address. Again, I really appreciate your star-spangled assistance. If there’s any problem, please respond to this.
One of your better posts, Dennis. I actually read all of it without wincing!
Just kidding!
I’ve actually got to work on Friday. But I wanted you to know that I have a fun longer post readied for the Weekend Cafe. Get your youngsters ready for this one. My 9 year old son inspired it. I finished his playhouse yesterday, just in time to move to a neighboring county in July, and enlisted his help passing screws and tools to me. Instead he acted out a dozen fantasies. I pulled a Donald on him and told him, “You’re fired!”
He said, “Shut up, Dad. It’s my playhouse. YOU’RE fired!”
This child is so frightening, I’ve decided I must sic him on the Empire. So that’s what I’m going to do!
As usual, it’s dead serious, but with word play, spiritual foreplay, the Good Fight and fun and games.
I’m here announcing that about 1/4 of it is taking you to task for your overactive septuagenarian libido, and I’m doing so for two reasons:
1. I know that doing so will bring dozens of your defenders out of the woodwork, and I need to build some sort of audience. I’m wondering, are these people filled with love, or jealousy? Is it that without you they can’t remember the last time they had a good romp in the hay? Or is there a more noble instinct and emotion at play? Need to find out the answer to that very, very serious question……hmmmm.
2. Second, I know that no matter what, you’ll keep on ticking.So, you’re being ritually sacrificed for the good of humanity, because this cross isn’t fatal to you or your Timex. I knew you’d understand.
3. And finally, This is a numerological quiz, to keep us on our full complement of toes, as numbers will be left alone, for the most part Saturday’s Game On! offering (except 1-4) and we can’t get rusty with the math or the Empire will do a number on us, while we’re playing war games, and neglecting esoteric Arithmetic.
If I have time, I’ll survey the Vineyard in the morning and drop a few more clues among the morning damps and dews, before I hit the road and sing them old Highway Blues.
But not this blue: https://youtu.be/MGlpxviu8PY What are we fightin’ for? So sadness like that is sung about no more.
No , I’m not blue. I’m just thinking about some serious things and having some fun doing so. Now, I’ll hit the sack. But “I’ll be back!”
I must say you have your finger on the pulse of whatever is happening. The song you presented is revealing more than it’s concealing and in my heart it is congealing. Matilda and her brave men. Yes, war and sex and whatever’s next.
I welcome your three-fourths but it’s the one-fourths that must come forth. Don’t hold back your fire now in the heat of defeat; but heed nine year old sons older than we, for they are the men of tomorrow.
I am a child at heart, a broken one is many respects but awoken also. None of us can afford to enjoy the pleasures of a former age when the present age commands us to grow up for the sake of the children of tomorrow. Or shall we go down in sorrow?
In gratitude to you and all your brothers and sisters in arms, I’d like to dedicate this dylanesque lament to you and yours:
It was all very painless
When you went out to receive
All that false instruction
Which we never could believe
And now my heart is filled with gold
As if it was a purse
But, oh, what kind of love is this
Which goes from bad to worse?
Tears of rage, tears of grief
Why must I always be the thief?
Come to me now, you know
We’re so alone and low
And life is brief
Yes, life is brief, but you needn’t hurry,
The Universe will carry on, don’t you worry!
This isn’t kid stuff, but that doesn’t mean the fun (or sex, for that matter) is banned for the duration of the war! Nyet, nyet, that would never do. Might as well let Obomber push the button right now if those two are off the Last Supper table!
I’m trying to get some War Room boys (like John /debunking-popular-cliches-about-modern-warfare/comment-page-1/#comment-238752 ) and more /debunking-popular-cliches-about-modern-warfare/comment-page-1/#comment-238629 over here for a little R & R and such.
Help me out over there in the war rooms. Cafe coupons for the Colonels Cassad and his international corps of corporals and officers. Just make sure they don’t turn this joint into a Sports Bar Saker with the Super Dooper Thermonuclear Armageddon Bowl on every widescreen tele, in the new joint opening tomorrow. I mean, if it comes to that, and Hitlery can’t be stopped, maybe the human race should be flushed down the toilet with the Psycho-Dollar. But first let’s help the Goddess out with a Love Corps, and get to the Core of the matter, that’s CORazon, the heart of every man, woman and child alive: /debunking-popular-cliches-about-modern-warfare/comment-page-1/#comment-238870
My wife just told me to “Hit the Road Jack!” https://youtu.be/Q8Tiz6INF7I
With lyrics, if you like it, women: https://youtu.be/OY4jondX6tg Throw the Bum(s) Out! If their hearts are fearful with the souls of beasts (666) for despite Flight 93 (or rather because of it see
/is-there-a-crack-in-the-dam-holding-back-the-truth-on-syria/comment-page-1/#comment-213733 )
Love will Go All the Way and Conquer All, somehow, in some mysterious manner, if need be, if not here and now, then somewhere else in the Milky Way. You decide the Love Location.
Allright Bro Anon,
various:
1.- you can put me in the list of those defenders of Dennis. I hope to have half so much erotic phantasy when I am 76.
2.- I’m 100% right hemisphere driven…maybe because I’m an engineer, anyway I do appreciate direct questions and assignments
3.- I have no time, my girl is part of a violin concert, I got to go.
4.- love you all!!
Song for the times ( again)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LBdeCxJmcAo
Vietnam Song Lyrics by Country Joe And The Fish
Play “Vietnam Song”
Well, come on all of you, big strong men,
Uncle Sam needs your help again.
He’s got himself in a terrible jam
Way down yonder in Vietnam
So put down your books and pick up a gun,
We’re gonna have a whole lotta fun.
And it’s one, two, three,
What are we fighting for ?
Don’t ask me, I don’t give a damn,
Next stop is Vietnam;
And it’s five, six, seven,
Open up the pearly gates,
Well there ain’t no time to wonder why,
Whoopee! we’re all gonna die.
Come on Wall Street, don’t be slow,
Why man, this is war au-go-go
There’s plenty good money to be made
By supplying the Army with the tools of its trade,
But just hope and pray that if they drop the bomb,
They drop it on the Viet Cong.
And it’s one, two, three,
What are we fighting for ?
Don’t ask me, I don’t give a damn,
Next stop is Vietnam.
And it’s five, six, seven,
Open up the pearly gates,
Well there ain’t no time to wonder why
Whoopee! we’re all gonna die.
Well, come on generals, let’s move fast;
Your big chance has come at last.
Now you can go out and get those reds
‘Cause the only good commie is the one that’s dead
And you know that peace can only be won
When we’ve blown ’em all to kingdom come.
And it’s one, two, three,
What are we fighting for ?
Don’t ask me, I don’t give a damn,
Next stop is Vietnam;
And it’s five, six, seven,
Open up the pearly gates,
Well there ain’t no time to wonder why
Whoopee! we’re all gonna die.
Come on mothers throughout the land,
Pack your boys off to Vietnam.
Come on fathers, and don’t hesitate
To send your sons off before it’s too late.
And you can be the first ones in your block
To have your boy come home in a box.
And it’s one, two, three
What are we fighting for ?
Don’t ask me, I don’t give a damn,
Next stop is Vietnam.
And it’s five, six, seven,
Open up the pearly gates,
Well there ain’t no time to wonder why,
Whoopee! we’re all gonna die
Jamala’s medal needs to be revoked—she cheated! The song was political, it was a used song, and the popular vote was ignored. 3 strikes and she’s out!
http://www.fort-russ.com/2016/05/jamalas-song-contrary-to-rules-of.html
True, so true.
On top of those clear rule violations I levy the charge of theft against my sister’s pure and innocent name on whoever named this harpie.
Jamela (pronounced Jameela in Arabic ) means “beautiful”. See here: /moveable-feast-cafe-2016-04-23/comment-page-1/#comment-232265
Applying “green language” or the “language of the birds” as it is sometimes called to Jamala, see the damage that can be done with just 1 letter switched!!
I come up with “Ja” as in the nordic or Germanic “Ja, ja!” (yes, yes, da, da, si,si)
And “mala” as in “bad woman”, in Spanish.
How I find out, here in Vineyard, in the fury of that race
Mother Russia, got Jamala as a snap on Beauty’s face.
Hi T13
Here is my answer to Jamala
https://scontent-frt3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t1.0-9/13230182_1769553033290439_7349211089824584694_n.jpg?oh=df1389d914900bfb7bbba1300b47bef9&oe=57D5E972
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Has Putin been blamed for the EgyptAir Flight 804 crash yet?
I mean it is obvious to anyone who reads tabloids that it is revenge for the downing of the Russian Metrojet Flight 9268 over Egypt?
Hello People!!
No time now to comment on your ideas, I need to show this asap!
I bet Scott will love it too!
Please watch Maira Zacharova dancing the Kalinka! This is so absolutely sweet, there are no words!
This woman manages to surprise me more and more
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7vXWNLsq8Lw
Please watch, wonder guarantee!
Thank you, Vercia. I did……………….And all I could think of was the contrast between Maria Z and the State Department harridans and witches, Albright, Rice (2) and Hitlery.
A feminine day dream vs ghastly ghoulish nightmares.
A Natural Woman https://youtu.be/dEWuAcMWDLY versus unnatural hags from hell.
Kalinka: and she did it in High Heels!!!
And she has a delightful sense of humour:
http://russia-insider.com/en/politics/zakharova-ukraines-renaming-cities-could-cause-amusement-among-russian-speakers-world-over
Thanks, comrade Vercia, María is the most refreshing in Russian politics since ages.
She is simply great.
The Erdogan insult contest was precious. The commentary on freedom of speech even more so.
I always loved Maira Zacharova, despite her flirting with an oligarch who hates Putin. Now I love her even more seeing her do the Kalinka. Talk about independent and beautiful women in high places. I wrote a comment fantasy about her and Putin having an affair. Is it possible?
And then I get this precious gift from the stars via a brother or sister cafe lover. I can’t thank him or her enough. The reading was very accurate.
I appreciate also the support for my love army project. With the downing of the Egyptian airliner and analysis of Scott’s above, the war seems to be heating up, and I fear the breaking point will be around the time of the US presidential election. As I said, Clinton is 100% crazy and Trump 50% crazy so there’s not much to choose from. My comfort is that the love army is arriving division by division. When the full 100,000 army sets up on the hinterlands of empire, the fireworks will really start. I’m curious as to what the stars think but I’d rather not know. My interpretation is that the love army is largely composed of persons from the stars so the information may coincide. A few, I think, are from our planetary system and possibly two or three from this earth. I did not make the cut so I am also a on-looker + commenter on what I see happening. This vineyard appears to be playing a vital role in the big game, war, show, relationship, romance, karma clearing, destiny, fate, theater, story, drama or whatever. And within the vineyard there appear to be two sets interacting: the cafe and the war room, not to mention the ecclesia (church) which appears periodically. As I’m typing, I see this icon rising on my right of Christ Jesus holding the hand of God on one side and Man on the other, turned slightly toward God as if assisting the Man towards God. For me it is evocative that Christ Jesus is within an aura signifying a Womam’s Vulva, a universal love sign. This in its turn evokes the iconic character of Jesus Christ as Womam in a Man’s body; further exemplified by Jesus’s having feminine qualities in the gospels, while Christ has masculine ones. I sometimes play on the name Jesus (which is actually a Greek gematria) by calling him/her She’sus. This ambiguous nature of the incarnation of God and Man gave so much power and attraction vibrations that the Roman empire was converted. Feminine and masculine wrapped in an icon of immense love. The Romans had to eventually recognize that they could not defeat this by force and so they resorted to subterfuge with great success, as we can see in the way Christianity turned out. This whole story needs to be retold in a different key: the true one of love which the perceptive Fathers recognized. But the joy is not been finished. It might just be up to us vineyarders to save the day, especially with a patristic scholar in the wings. I like to repeat Augustine’s “nemo est, qui non amet.” No one is, who does not love. That is really loaded with meaning. And then you can go to numerology with the 1 and 0, as masculine and feminine, making a perfect 10. And even to nomenology and acronyms like this very vineyard. It’s all coded somewhere, in the stars and on this earth with its planets. But mainly it’s coded in nature, particularly in the human body. All we have to do is read the codes of the road, and then act on them, which of course is exactly what we are up do. Of course we have to fly under the empire’s radar with a peaceful vineyard persona; but, oh, that saker falcon gives us away. I don’t think an american eagle would tangle with her, much less a Russian bear protecting her cubs. But I don’t know; I’m not Russia as some here are. Oh, where was I? Sometimes I get carried away with words and get into this stream of consciousness mode. I better stop or I’ll get unbalanced and end up love knows where. As my mom used to say before she disintegrated from lack of love: “nothing like fun.” I choose to believe she’s having fun now.
Just called Paypal and talked to a fellow called Vipul and asked him to unsubscribe me forever from Paypal . And I let him know how angry and disappointed I was in what his company did. It is definitely dirty pool to freeze an account with money in it. It is one thing to say that they will not service you but a whole different thing to seize monies which have been deposited already. Who do they think they are, the US State Department?
PBS News Hour — mixture of lies of omission and commission. Wonder who their “gal in Kiev” really is, and who really wrote this script. Thurs., 5/19/18.
http://www.pbs.org/newshour/bb/crimean-muslim-refugees-feel-welcome-but-theres-no-place-like-home/
As I peer through its panes, this two cup cafe wanes. It’s been fun. Let the good times roll. As I peer through my pains, I feel the springtime rains.
“What can I say about Claudette? She could be happily married or running a whore house in Buenos Aires.”
Aretha, you make me feel like a natural man. Who that is will be revealed when the old cafe closes and the new one discloses the secrets of our original plan.
And Marvin the Gaye, you make my day. Let’s get it on with the aretheans of our day. Giving yourself to me can never be wrong if I’m Aretha of the song. Let the love come out. If the spirit moves you, let her groove you. I’m being sanctified. Nothing wrong with love when it comes as a dove.
We live on the borderland of the sacred and the sacral. The divine and the red wine which Jesus commingled into the nectar of sweet water.
How can I not fall in love with Maria Zakharova? If Kherson were shortened to Kher, it would be slang for penis, indeed. And if penis were shortened to pen, it would be hard to pen up. Ah, if only I could be Aleksndr Zakharchenko for Maria Zakharova. We could be a divine and mighty fine wine. But I must be careful of where angels cannot go.
Enough fun. The dawn has come. Carpe diem. It will never come again until the second coming of the day to include all days. If this is disgusting, I’ve got to ask myself: what am I trusting?
Maybe this poll has it all wrong and is MSM manipulation-lies; however, the warrior archetype is under fire these days ( Pot Pol previously, now Daesh and Israeli storm troopers kicking in doors and terrorizing children,and the USA ( big Christian nation with a tortured God on a crucifix as their spiritual leader) playing Pontius Pilate and justifying torture). Their alpha males are sociopaths and bullies.
My friend in mental health says that our “leaders” are too functional to be called psychotics and that the correct word for them is sociopaths.
http://theduran.com/2-young-uk-men-aged-18-24-define-masculine/
Upon a second reading of my comment above, I see that “I am being sanctified” should be supplemented with “I am being sacrificed.” But I fear that is going too far. However, in these days of going a bridge too far from home, that too must be sacrificed. The army of love waits by my gate. I must not be late.
Hi Dennis,
Before we move to the other cafe, it comes this epigram – or epic gram – from my mind.
note : please don’t take it on heart, it is just for laugh:
I know a man with name of Dennis
Sitting and talking out of penis
His mind is full with big round Ass
Blowing in space the lovely gas
Dennis ,
you inspired me, facing the coming full Moon in these nights, to add my tender remembrance of a Celtic genius to the army of love. How different this watery music compared with the mountain-music Lezginka
which I linked in my last post. But my love is with both of them.
http://astromundanediary.blogspot.de/2016/05/repost-celtic-genius.html
more of the same
russia is full of Zakharovas e.g. the Chechen ones
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HlGqss_PNe4
The California primary is June 7th and I plan to vote for B. Sanders as the Democratic party candidate as a protest vote against The Killery and as an act ( however frivolous) of solidarity with the young people of America.
more music reverberating from the 60’s
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ntLsElbW9Xo
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gp5JCrSXkJY
Good idea, teranam 13!
A liked that “as a protest vote against The Killery and as an acto fo solidarity with the young people of America”.
Yes we can !
Just coming back from a rewarding activity with a comrade, I was remembering the lost comrade Mozgovoi….in three days it will be a year since he has gone….
In Memory of Mozgovoi – “To die in May is not so bad”
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RaW7kAyp4ng
Aleksey Mozgovoy: Last Goodbye
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JBeOPoJYC6g