Moveable Feast Cafe 2016/10/21 … Open Thread

Could Trump Be Right Just This Once? US Voters Concerned Over Election Fraud

https://sputniknews.com/us/201610211046568599-trump-election-fraud-poll/

“Donald Trump, the Republican presidential nominee, recently claimed that the 2016 election is being rigged against him. According to a recent poll conducted jointly by The Economist and YouGov, the mogul is not the only one concerned about the possibility.

The poll, conducted among 1,300 US citizens of voting age, revealed that Trump’s fellow Republicans are much more mistrustful of the government’s handling of the voting process than are Democrats. Answering the questionnaire, 64 percent of Republicans agreed that they were very concerned about fraudulent ballots being cast. Only 26 percent of Democratic poll participants shared those concerns, and 31 percent had no fear of election fraud at all, as opposed to just 5 percent of Republicans expressing confidence in the process.

According to the survey, 72 percent of respondents, irrespective of their parties, are very or somewhat concerned about the security of the voting system, while 21 percent see no reason for concert.”

So far so good, right,? Think again, the zionazis are on this too.

“The poll results could possibly reflect recent accusations by Washington against Russia for “authorizing” the DNC hack, and “meddling” in the upcoming US election. At least two out of five of those surveyed, or 42 percent, agreed with the statement that Russia has attempted to interfere in the upcoming presidential election.

Anatoly Lebedev, Deputy Head of the Information Security Department of Bauman Moscow State Technical University, facetiously referred to the accusations as a “winning move.” He told Sputnik on Monday that it would have been a “serious blunder” by policy-makers in Washington to not exploit the improbable fear of Russia in the upcoming US elections, considering the tense relations between the two countries.”

The level and amount of psychological butt rape in pindoland never ceases to amaze. Didn’t the neanderthals become extinct? Election fraud in the usa, sure as long as it was Putin who is behind it.

Ah, the rain has come to the cafe, just as it has finally come to my Pacific Northwest. I should feel right at home in this cafe, as we try to stop the war on my “cousins” in Russia (my Swedish ancestors came from just South of where the Viking component of the Kievan Rus came from; some went East, later some went West.)

I woke at 3:30 am, refreshed.
Like a city sidewalk after a good shower.
Where am I, in Budapesht?
Cafes are open there, even at this hour!

I don’t feel like Fats Domino: “Ain’t that a shame, my tears came down like rain.”
Too personal, self-pitying.

Ray Charles is a little closer, more global strategic: “I feel like it’s rainin’ all over the world.”

But this ain’t a Rainy Night in Georgia: https://youtu.be/WFatAWbKow4

Sorry, Miles. Gotta go with Zimmerman. You and Leary argue it out over in a corner, will you? I’ll be listening, with intense interest, through the pitter patter on the roof, hoping it doesn’t turn into a hard clatter, all over the world:

A Hard Rain’s A-Gonna Fall

Bob Dylan

Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
And where have you been my darling young one?
I’ve stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains
I’ve walked and I’ve crawled on six crooked highways
I’ve stepped in the middle of seven sad forests
I’ve been out in front of a dozen dead oceans
I’ve been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, and it’s a hard
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.

Oh, what did you see, my blue eyed son?
And what did you see, my darling young one?
I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it
I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin’
I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin’
I saw a white ladder all covered with water
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, and it’s a hard
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.

And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son?
And what did you hear, my darling young one?
I heard the sound of a thunder that roared out a warnin’
I heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world
I heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin’
I heard ten thousand whisperin’ and nobody listenin’
I heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin’
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.

Oh, what did you meet my blue-eyed son ?
Who did you meet, my darling young one?
I met a young child beside a dead pony
I met a white man who walked a black dog
I met a young woman whose body was burning
I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow
I met one man who was wounded in love
I met another man who was wounded in hatred
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.

And what’ll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
And what’ll you do now my darling young one?
I’m a-goin’ back out ‘fore the rain starts a-fallin’
I’ll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest
Where the people are a many and their hands are all empty
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison
And the executioner’s face is always well hidden
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten
Where black is the color, where none is the number
And I’ll tell and speak it and think it and breathe it
And reflect from the mountain so all souls can see it
And I’ll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin’
But I’ll know my song well before I start singing
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, and it’s a hard
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.

https://youtu.be/-ex-m-eEKsg Live at Town Hall, 1963

I watched this youtube video tranlsated by Inessa S where Putin explains how the west uses him to gain political points in the USA election campaign. It is quite interesting.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nnqx6PYLqoQ

I always try to find clues in there. At one point the president tells us that american diplomats whisper in his ear that everything will be fine after the elections. Since they dont know how to fix the problems of the economy, apparently, the strategy is to blame Russia. The thing that irritates me is that both sides do it. Putin does not mince words with regard to his american “friends“ as he calls them.

All I can say is that I wish I could create a place just for them to keep playing their silly games. I wonder how long they would keep playing it if they were left alone. Without everyone hanging on their every word.

There was recently a discussion in this Cafe regarding the psychopathology of greed, followed by some comments on inequality and how current societies are becoming increasingly more inequitable, the US being a prime example of going back in the inequality stakes to the heyday of the 1920s when great fortunes were made in the wake of WWI. Presently the US ranking places it in the same league as Mexico, Chile and Turkey, as reported by the OECD.

It is generally accepted that greed is a sin reproached by all moral and religious codes. Societies, even the most backward, tend to develop such codes not out of altruistic principles dictated by a god or high entity, but because they have a social utilitarian value such as the prohibition of murder, incest or other deviances (homosexuality) because they are a threat to the good order, cohesion and even survival. But while murder or adultery ended up in the criminal codes, greed did not and one is entitled to think that the code makers had their personal reasons for that omission. The closer one may come to a prohibition on greed was the pogroms in medieval Europe against the Jews but the motivation was mixed with sectarian hatred.

While there are some psychological profiles to identify the psychopathology of greed (plenoxia) linking that condition to individuals who, by dint of emotionally deficient childhood, have not developed the basic qualities of caring, empathy and togertherness which are present in even lower order animals. In Maslow’s hierarchy of needs, these individuals are placed at the bottom of the pyramid, their main concerns in life being the satisfaction of physiological and safety needs, a form of arrested moral development.

That may be the case, but deficient child rearing is not the whole story. One could even suspect that the current wave of wealth accumulation is being blamed on the parents or nannies who did not read Piaget and leaving the structures of the economic and political system scot-free of any culpability. If an emotionally deprived childhood is a pre-requisite for greed, why is the billionaire class not made up of former impoverised kids who were brought up in terrible destitute conditions?

According to the social psychologist Ron Baumeister, the most nefarious anti-social disorders are linked to narcissism, a heightened sense of self above others, promoted by mass culture and fuelled by constant reminders of the exceptional quality of being part of the great American dream and superior military power. Yet, although most Americans live under that narcissistic culture, only the 1% get the status of billionaire.

See what I mean? Neither emotional deprivation or bombastic culture can alone account for obscene wealth in a few hands, nor dirt-poor chilhoods produce dirt-rich adults. Besides, if insane wealth is a symptom of social disorder why are not the billionaires sent to the loony house? Because that’s where you end up if you are poor and have delusions of grandeur.

If neither the social opprobrium of greed takes the filthy rich to prison nor the insane rich to the loony bin, it means that they are in charge and hope to delay forever the repeat of 1789 and 1917 (128 years apart) and the nextt one is due in 2035.

Saker, where do you take these photos from? I want some of them as a wallpaper, like this one! ;)
Maybe someone has already asked and you have answered. Then re-direct me to that one, pls.
Thanks & cheers!

The Love Army is a metaphor for those of us who want to stop the war on Russia and put an end to war in general. It gets at the real causes of war which are by now endemic in our culture. Even if we could, we do not want to look at these causes because that opens the door to major changes we would have to make in our lives if we were honest and consistent. For thousands of years we’ve been brainwashed by patriarchy producing results that are predictable.

The Love Army has ten divisions. The first has the mission to think love thoughts. Thought has real effects, chemical and physical ones upon ourselves and cultural ones on society itself. Thoughts of love include desires, visualization, emotions and projection of ourselves into situations and people such as Russia, Putin, Syria, governments and particular persons including ourselves.

For example, I think of Russia as surrounded by love with qualities of strength and wisdom using images of light, sound and desired actions. I project myself into the war situations and change them into loving ones. It can be a fun process that helps me too. However, I can also pick up on the negativity and share in some of the suffering.

The second division of the Love Army follows logically upon the first division of thinking love thoughts. Actions are needed to implement thoughts. In this division the action is to stop the war on animals characterized by our killing and eating them and their products. It is done but it is difficult to justify killing a whole species in the name of love.

The fact that we get away with it speaks to the wholesale degradation of our species. There’s nothing quite so evil as killing in the name of love. It requires appealing to the very highest authority such as God or the Law. The Love Army challenges this kind of immoral hegemony at its root, despite the universal acceptance and practice on the part of the general populace.

The third division of the Love Army follows logically from the first and second divisions. The domestication of animals that accompanied agriculture, hunting, writing, enslavement of women and the rise of huge kingdoms with their aggressive armies was aided and abetted by religions. In our own day we do not ordinarily see the slaughterhouses and cages but we do see the omnipresent practice of pethood.

If killing and eating animals directly attacks their survival, pethood attacks the spirit of free animals and our own since we are made of mostly animal stock. The arguments in favor of pethood are to be expected since this kind of mass killing of a whole lower species is a crime that has to be mitigated. The arguments all boil down to emotional defenses of human neuroses. Genuine love thoughts cannot be so abused.

These are very strong indictments and very few persons can accept them even if they could understand them. Yet, for the sake of truth and morality they have to be stated in their blunt unpopularity if the cessation of war is to be achieved or even contemplated. One can be a confirmed meat eater and pet keeper and still consider the truth value of an opposite orientation.

At any rate the Love Army is here not to argue or to sooth hurt feelings. The time is long past for that kind of soft-headed pandering. The Love Army is here to act according to its mission of stopping war with love. It might say as Jesus was purported to have done: “Let the dead bury the dead; come and follow me.” Well, no one did, not even the religions that used him for their own purposes.

I was going to get into the fourth division of the Love Army but this is getting long so I’ll leave it for a subsequent post. In the meantime the war on Russia drags on as inventoried here mostly at the war room. And that’s not even mentioning the domestic wars, attacks on liberty by the culture and internal suffering and battles within individuals.

If we can’t see that there is something fundamentally wrong with the world, then there is something wrong with us. None of our institutions, religious, political, academic, scientific, artistic, etc. have made a dent in this wall of evil threatening to fall on us. The Love Army at least is presenting a radical solution that will work because it did work in our distant past.

Time is running out and our time may soon be up. This week in the love calendar is number 44, a double structural number. 4 is for the four directions, four corners, four-square truth, four elements and other building-like edifices. There are precise specifications for love; it has its language, stories, history and herstory, adherents and opponents, victories and defeats and agonies and ecstasies. It’s not only about our feelings and preferences; it has an objective reality all its own which will trump all of our subjective simperings.

The following (in a subsequent post) is a strongly worded story from the Love Government book, the two of sound, the letter B in the musical scale from A to G; with the polarities of B line and B mine.

I just came over from the war room. Saker’s latest article on the US elections was inspiring and hopeful but could be viewed as unrealistic, as my own views are. Saker’s thoughts reminded me of JFK’s “Profiles in Courage.” We know what happened to him, and that could very well happen to Trump if he wins.

A few minutes ago, I stepped outside and saw a half-moon directly overhead with the brightest stars still visible. The dawn is just showing so we are going to have the marvelous show of a rising sun and a declining moon at the same time. So it is in the affairs of life. Some rise and some fall simultaneously and synchronistically.

I put my trust in what is behind all the rising and falling, that which holds steady still in all kinds of weather. I call it love but there is really no name for it since love exceeds all names. I feel safe with love. I consider this a Love Vineyard which harbors a Love Army and a Love Bower, as well as a Love Cafe and Love War Room.

I haven’t said much yet about the Love Bower which is the Heart of the matter of love and war. All things in their timing. Time and again, I rise and fall. When I’m down and out, I feel like quitting and taking the easy way out. Then the Energy of love seems to come from out of nowhere and lifts me up. I can’t be doing what I’m doing; knowing my history that seems impossible.

So with this vineyard and what Saker says. It seems like an impossible dream, given the history and its likely-hoods. I don’t know what’s going to happen to this world or to myself. That vast star-field tells me of me my insignificance and the world’s. Still, the very stars are composed of seemingly insignificant elements. “I live in another world where the earth is strung with lovers’ pearls.”

The sun is about to show her face when striking the western hills. I marvel at the darkness and brightness of life. In the darkest hour comes the greatest power. Let evil do its worst with its cruelest curse; it is but a bursting bubble on the waves of time and the warps of space. The rooster is still crowing but he will quiet down when the hens come a courting. The Love Army is on the march and the odds just turned even.

waiter wait a minute
two for tea please
then let’s minuet step
tea for two and two for tea
though minuet’s in three
that’s triple time tea for two
the last dance is just for you
– what was that waiter – you’ll get my coat?

https://youtu.be/hpuebpjJf8o