Moveable Feast Cafe 2019/08/27 … Open Thread

Trowing this out, make of it what you will. I really enjoy when God toys with the punny human mind. In the latest Canadian farm report they discuss how specific weeds are now immune to Round Up, yeah, go figure. And that’s how survival of the fittest works. A little DNA mod here, a little DNA mod there (God at work) and poof, a herbicide resistant plant.
Not many people may be aware but the DEA cut back on spraying 24D on S. American coco crops. Not to give the compitition a hand up, but because God stepped in. It’s common for farmers, when they go to check their crops, to find all the plants dead. Areial sprayed (ala Agent Orange). Worked for years, but about 10 years ago, when viewing their handi work, the DEA noticed that less coco was dying after being sprayed. The scare was that someone had genmoded the coco to be RoundUp immune.
But what had happened was not what one might expect. One farmer upon inspecting his destroyed coco crop noticed that in the middle of his field there was one plant still standing and still alive. So he took cuttings from that plant, and started new ones. He also shared cuttings with other non DEA alligned coco farmers. And the rest is history. RoundUp immune coco plants.

He is back again Teaser Trailer 1 5 English Subtitles Constantin Film
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rUZi67BmY_M

He is Back again aka Er ist wieder da (2015) is a satire movie about Adolf Hitler coming straight from
1945 to present day 2014. Its based on a novel with a same name. Adolf Hitler (Oliver Masucci) wakes
up in present-day Berlin, in a park where his former wartime bunker once stood, and with no memory of anything that happened after 1945. He is disoriented and interprets modern situations and things from
a-Nazi perspective. Everyone he meets assumes he is an actor impersonating Hitler rather than the real
Adolf Hitler. He arrives at a newspaper kiosk and begins to read about modern day issues in Germany. Through these newspapers he discovers a completely different ideology from the country he left and
not an ideology agreeable to his taste.

On Being an American
by H.L. Mencken (1922)

All the while I have been forgetting the third of my reasons for remaining so faithful a citizen of the Federation, despite all the lascivious inducements from expatriates to follow them beyond the seas, and all the surly suggestions from patriots that I succumb. It is the reason which grows out of my mediaeval but unashamed taste for the bizarre and indelicate, my congenital weakness for comedy of the grosser varieties. The United States, to my eye, is incomparably the greatest show on earth. It is a show which avoids diligently all the kinds of clowning which tire me most quickly — for example, royal ceremonials, the tedious hocus-pocus of haut politique, the taking of politics seriously — and lays chief stress upon the kinds which delight me unceasingly — for example, the ribald combats of demagogues, the exquisitely ingenious operations of master rogues, the pursuit of witches and heretics, the desperate struggles of inferior men to claw their way into Heaven. We have clowns in constant practice among us who are as far above the clowns of any other great state as a Jack Dempsey is above a paralytic — and not a few dozen or score of them, but whole droves and herds. Human enterprises which, in all other Christian countries, are resigned despairingly to an incurable dullness — things that seem devoid of exhilirating amusement, by their very nature — are here lifted to such vast heights of buffoonery that contemplating them strains the midriff almost to breaking. I cite an example: the worship of God. Everywhere else on earth it is carried on in a solemn and dispiriting manner; in England, of course, the bishops are obscene, but the average man seldom gets a fair chance to laugh at them and enjoy them. Now come home. Here we not only have bishops who are enormously more obscene than even the most gifted of the English bishops; we have also a huge force of lesser specialists in ecclesiastical mountebankery — tin-horn Loyolas, Savonarolas and Xaviers of a hundred fantastic rites, each performing untiringly and each full of a grotesque and illimitable whimsicality. Every American town, however small, has one of its own: a holy clerk with so fine a talent for introducing the arts of jazz into the salvation of the damned that his performance takes on all the gaudiness of a four-ring circus, and the bald announcement that he will raid Hell on such and such a night is enough to empty all the town blind-pigs and bordellos and pack his sanctuary to the doors. And to aid him and inspire him there are travelling experts to whom he stands in the relation of a wart to the Matterhorn — stupendous masters of theological imbecility, contrivers of doctrines utterly preposterous, heirs to the Joseph Smith, Mother Eddy and John Alexander Dowie tradition — Bryan, Sunday, and their like. These are the eminences of the American Sacred College. I delight in them. Their proceedings make me a happier American.

Turn, now, to politics. Consider, for example, a campaign for the Presidency. Would it be possible to imagine anything more uproariously idiotic — a deafening, nerve-wracking battle to the death between Tweedledum and Tweedledee, Harlequin and Sganarelle, Gobbo and Dr. Cook — the unspeakable, with fearful snorts, gradually swallowing the inconceivable? I defy any one to match it elsewhere on this earth. In other lands, at worst, there are at least intelligible issues, coherent ideas, salient personalities. Somebody says something, and somebody replies. But what did Harding say in 1920, and what did Cox reply? Who was Harding, anyhow, and who was Cox? Here, having perfected democracy, we lift the whole combat to symbolism, to transcendentalism, to metaphysics. Here we load a pair of palpably tin cannon with blank cartridges charged with talcum power, and so let fly. Here one may howl over the show without any uneasy reminder that it is serious, and that some one may be hurt. I hold that this elevation of politics to the plane of undiluted comedy is peculiarly American, that no-where else on this disreputable ball has the art of the sham-battle been developed to such fineness…

… Here politics is purged of all menace, all sinister quality, all genuine significance, and stuffed with such gorgeous humors, such inordinate farce that one comes to the end of a campaign with one’s ribs loose, and ready for “King Lear,” or a hanging, or a course of medical journals.

But feeling better for the laugh. Ridi si sapis, said Martial. Mirth is necessary to wisdom, to comfort, above all to happiness. Well, here is the land of mirth, as Germany is the land of metaphysics and France is the land of fornication. Here the buffoonery never stops. What could be more delightful than the endless struggle of the Puritan to make the joy of the minority unlawful and impossible? The effort is itself a greater joy to one standing on the side-lines than any or all of the carnal joys it combats. Always, when I contemplate an uplifter at his hopeless business, I recall a scene in an old- time burlesque show, witnessed for hire in my days as a dramatic critic. A chorus girl executed a fall upon the stage, and Rudolph Krausemeyer, the Swiss comdeian, rushed to her aid. As he stooped painfully to succor her, Irving Rabinovitz, the Zionist comedian, fetched him a fearful clout across the cofferdam with a slap-stick. So the uplifter, the soul-saver, the Americanizer, striving to make the Republic fit for Y.M.C.A. secretaries. He is the eternal American, ever moved by the best of intentions, ever running a la Krausemeyer to the rescue of virtue, and ever getting his pantaloons fanned by the Devil. I am naturally sinful, and such spectacles caress me. If the slap-stick were a sash-weight, the show would be cruel, and I’d probably complain to the Polizei. As it is, I know that the uplifter is not really hurt, but simply shocked. The blow, in fact, does him good, for it helps get him into Heaven, as exegetes prove from Matthew v, 11: Hereux serez-vous, lorsqu’on vous outragera, qu’on vous persecutera, and so on. As for me, it makes me a more contented man, and hence a better citizen. One man prefers the Republic because it pays better wages than Bulgaria. Another because it has laws to keep him sober and his daughter chaste. Another because the Woolworth Building is higher than the cathedral at Chartres. Another because, living here, he can read the New York Evening Journal. Another because there is a warrant out for him somewhere else. Me, I like it because it amuses me to my taste. I never get tired of the show. It is worth every cent it costs.

That cost, it seems to me is very moderate. Taxes in the United States are not actually high. I figure, for example, that my private share of the expense of maintaining the Hon. Mr. Harding in the White House this year will work out to less than 80 cents. Try to think of better sport for the money: in New York it has been estimated that it costs $8 to get comfortably tight, and $17.50, on an average, to pinch a girl’s arm. The United States Senate will cost me perhaps $11 for the year, but against that expense set the subscription price of the Congressional Record, about $15, which, as a journalist, I receive for nothing. For $4 less than nothing I am thus entertained as Solomon never was by his hooch dancers. Col. George Brinton McClellan Harvey costs me but 25 cents a year; I get Nicholas Murray Butler free. Finally, there is young Teddy Roosevelt, the naval expert. Teddy costs me, as I work it out, about 11 cents a year, or less than a cent a month. More, he entertains me doubly for the money, first as a naval expert, and secondly as a walking attentat upon democracy, a devastating proof that there is nothing, after all, in that superstition. We Americans subscribe to the doctrine of human equality — and the Rooseveltii reduce it to an absurdity as brilliantly as the sons of Veit Bach. Where is your equal opportunity now? Here in this Eden of clowns, with the highest rewards of clowning theoretically open to every poor boy — here in the very citadel of democracy we found and cherish a clown dynasty!

We may laugh about Caligula, who once appointed his horse as Senator.

But not so long ago Maha Vajiralongkorn, the former crown prince of Thailand, had a pet poodle named ‘Fufu’. From a US Embassy cable:

“US Ambassador Ralph L. Boyce attended a gala dinner in honour of the Crown Prince at which the dog appeared “dressed in formal evening attire complete with paw mitts”. Boyce reported further that Fufu had been “promoted” to the rank of air chief marshal in the Royal Thai Air Force. According to the ambassador’s cable to Washington, subsequently released by WikiLeaks, “at one point during the band’s second number, he jumped up onto the head table and began lapping from the guests’ water glasses, including my own. The air chief marshal’s antics drew the full attention of the 600-plus audience members, and remains the talk of the town to this day.”

Source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fufu_(dog)

Cheers, Rob

Leni Riefenstahl in Modern Memory – Excellent article with interesting comments

http://www.unz.com/article/leni-riefenstahl-in-modern-memory/

Re: big astrological line up due to happen Jan 12th 2020 and the discussion among Western astrological community members.

Interestingly enough this line up resonates with the 2nd Council of Lyons 1284-1285 AD in which national representatives of nation states for the first time were allowed to attend a major Church council…( evidently this was so important that Thomas Aquinas died en route ).

But more important was an attempt to unite West and Eastern Christianity in a political move which was opposed and ultimately defeated due to the adamant resistance of the Eastern clergy. ( there were three words altered in the Creed which meant nothing to a potentate Michael 8th but created total religious opposition in the Eastern Church.)

If there can be said to be resonances—I’d say it’s the emergence of multinational corporations ( like Venice and its ducats around that time which was eager to subsidize Crusades like the one which sacked Constantinople). Then it was the emerging nation states as coalescing power centers equal to the Church.

And now : the big tech corporations setting up political control systems for the CCP and in Looneylandia planning to create a cashless economy tied to I-phone manipulations of populations ( via carrots thrown to the masses like for example offering bargains at Whole Foods to those having the Amazon Prime app on their phones and using it while shopping). Those who don’t have it –pay more. Those who refuse to use the control systems? Well, it may be necessary to use the stick in some way ( fines, higher taxes, or bad social scores which inhibit one’s ability to afford to buy health insurance or rent a place to live—nasties like that.)

We are also talking about the era leading to the rise of Protestants ( 1500’s ) who basically abolished the divine feminine. Thus , now in faster moving times, we have this Black Lillith( destruction of the family) , rogue feminist, male-trans supplanting of the actual female. Are we looking at Transhumanism as a movement and as the ideological foundation of multinational corporations? I think the word may be changed soon but at this point the tech-priesthood is calling it that. At least in the West.

This is what is beginning to be discussed by some more think-outside-the box/ rethink-all-what-you -think-you knew type astrologers.

It appears that the old imperative categories either have to be reformed in some way because the assault on the emotional mind of mankind is such that the thinking mind must become very clear, almost yogic and certainly meditative or they must be discarded entirely because they no longer fit the reality being shaped by powerful social and economic forces.

I know most of us have been trying to stay out “of the weeds” of the abolute mess that is the DOJ and its related corrupt practices in its pursuit of “justice.” Pursuit of justice-what a laugh.

But whatever on thinks of the attempted brennan coup and the pursuit of some former members of trump’s transition team. the DOJ has covered itself in slime and prosecutorial misconduct,e. g. Maria Butina.

Gen flynn,one of the victims of this lawless application of federal power has hired a new attorney, Sidney Powell, who had some experience with one of the arch criminals in DOJ and mueller: weismann:

She has filed a couple of briefs with the court on behalf of Gen Flynn, which appear to be taking a ball bat to the prosecution team and its controller, weismann:

https://theconservativetreehouse.com/2019/08/30/thunderstruck-flynn-attorney-sidney-powell-drops-atomic-sledgehammer-of-truth-on-dc-court/#more-169665
(the brief itself is well worth a read to indicate where we are in this house of cards otherwise known as DOJ)

Previous filing which lays out this last blast:
https://theconservativetreehouse.com/2019/08/30/government-refuses-to-grant-flynn-lawyer-security-clearance-also-refuse-to-produce-original-january-24th-fbi-report/

Drain the swamp, indeed, or my a___.