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Saturday, December 8, 2012

The Week In UFO Phenomenon: Say What Mr. Medvedev?

Howdy Space Rangers!  This is interesting to say the least and I have to wonder if the former Prime Minister Dmitry Medvedev is joking here.

The Telegraph's account

But in the off-air comments, he was less guarded.
 When one of the five journalists who interviewed him complained about federal investigators arriving to search the home of a witness in an inquiry early in the morning, Mr Medvedev told the journalist not to worry before stepping out of shot.
But his microphone was still switched on when he said casually: "They are just jerks, so they come at eight in the morning. It's just their set of habits. I know many people who work in the police. They think if they come at seven in the morning they will get everything in the world."
 Another of the journalists asked whether the president is handed secret files on aliens when receiving the briefcase needed to activate Russia's nuclear arsenal.
 "Along with the briefcase with nuclear codes, the president of the country is given a special 'top secret' folder. This folder in its entirety contains information about aliens who visited our planet," Mr Medvedev answered playfully.
 "Along with this, you are given a report of the absolutely secret special service that exercises control over aliens on the territory of our country ... More detailed information on this topic you can get from a well-known movie called 'Men In Black' ... I will not tell you how many of them are among us because it may cause panic," he says.
 None of the television stations that interviewed Mr Medvedev broadcast the off-air comments, but they were delivered to Reuters as a pool signal and some were shown on YouTube.  

We aren’t often exposed to the Russian sense of humor here in America, so I really can’t tell if the former Prime Minister is joking.  I do note the reporting of this characterizes the exchange as playful.  However, it did strike me as a sort of inopportune time to play with that kind of thing.  His own country is experiencing anxiety as the Mayan calendar ticks to the start of a new cycle with lots of people hung up in the idea that it's a doomsday some Russians are tripping out.  But then again lots of leaders seem to be developing an interesting sense of humor lately.

Yeah that one was a joke.

Namaste Friends


Monday, October 15, 2012

Gary McKinnon The UFOlogists Whistleblower Updated EXTRADITION BLOCKED!


Gary McKinnon is a computer and systems analyst from Great Britain who for 13 months between February 2001 and March 2002 walked right into 97 United States government computer networks from agencies like the Departments of Defense, Army, Navy, and NASA. Our government has been involved in a massive effort to extradite Gary McKinnon to the United States in order to try him for espionage.

Despite medical conditions and the fact that at the time the alleged crime was committed British law only laid down a 6 month punishment for what he was accused of our government still insists on trying to extradite and punish him.



McKinnon, who faces trial in the US over hacking into military computers more than 10 years ago, will find out tomorrow if Mrs May will offer him a last-minute reprieve.
McKinnon, who suffers from Asperger syndrome - a high-functioning form of autism - has been fighting against extradition for more than a decade and is waiting "with anxiety, but hope" for the decision, his lawyer, Karen Todner, said.
Huffington Post link


Sure he pants'd our national security and if he were truly a person with animosity he could have perhaps done some damage, however what's funny to me is how very few people involved in this case are giving any real notice to what he stated he found while rummaging around in our cyber world. He wasn't looking for trouble, he was looking for UFOs

The US authorities claim he deleted critical files from operating systems, which shut down the US Army’s Military District of Washington network of 2,000 computers for 24 hours, as well as deleting US Navy Weapons logs, rendering a naval base's network of 300 computers inoperable after the September 11th terrorist attacks. McKinnon is also accused of copying data, account files and passwords onto his own computer. US authorities claim the cost of tracking and correcting the problems he caused was over $700,000.[3]

Wiki link

That's what the government says that Gary denies. Of course America is upset that someone could so easily stroll into their national security infrastructure, what Gary said he saw while he was cruising around in the password free environment no one is really talking about so much.

WN: Did you find anything in your search for evidence of UFOs?

 McKinnon: Certainly did. There is The Disclosure Project. This is a book with 400 testimonials from everyone from air traffic controllers to those responsible for launching nuclear missiles. Very credible witnesses. They talk about reverse-(engineered) technology taken from captured or destroyed alien craft.

 WN: Like the Roswell incident of 1947?

 McKinnon: I assume that was the first and assume there have been others. These relied-upon people have given solid evidence.

 WN: What sort of evidence?

 McKinnon: A NASA photographic expert said that there was a Building 8 at Johnson Space Center where they regularly airbrushed out images of UFOs from the high-resolution satellite imaging. I logged on to NASA and was able to access this department. They had huge, high-resolution images stored in their picture files. They had filtered and unfiltered, or processed and unprocessed, files.
My dialup 56K connection was very slow trying to download one of these picture files. As this was happening, I had remote control of their desktop, and by adjusting it to 4-bit color and low screen resolution, I was able to briefly see one of these pictures. It was a silvery, cigar-shaped object with geodesic spheres on either side. There were no visible seams or riveting. There was no reference to the size of the object and the picture was taken presumably by a satellite looking down on it. The object didn't look manmade or anything like what we have created. Because I was using a Java application, I could only get a screenshot of the picture -- it did not go into my temporary internet files. At my crowning moment, someone at NASA discovered what I was doing and I was disconnected.
I also got access to Excel spreadsheets. One was titled "Non-Terrestrial Officers." It contained names and ranks of U.S. Air Force personnel who are not registered anywhere else. It also contained information about ship-to-ship transfers, but I've never seen the names of these ships noted anywhere else. 

Wired link



Update October 16th 8:30 a.m. PST

Nearly  a decade before the Anonymous Guy Fawkes mask became the face of hacking, there was Gary McKinnon. The 46-year-old British hacker allegedly broke into 97 U.S. government computers from his home in London between 2001 and 2002. After ten years living under threat of extradition to the U.S., McKinnon learned Tuesday that he would not be extradited.
Snip
Tuesday’s extradition block was not a judgement on McKinnon’s guilt, but according to British Home Secretary Theresa May, was based on human rights considerations. May said that since McKinnon has been diagnosed with Asperger’s syndrome and suffers from depressive illness, “there is such a high risk of him ending his own life that a decision to extradite would be incompatible with his human rights.”

Salon link


Any port in a storm congratulations on your freedom Gary, but your LA privileges have been revoked.

Namaste friends.

Tuesday, October 2, 2012

The New Black Panther Tape and Republican Rat F*c*i*g


Hi! Remember me?

The Republican Party doesn’t care about anything other than power.  They don’t care about you, the unemployed, the sick, the 47% nothing.  There is literally no situation where they would not and will not bend the issue for one goal their power. They would gladly do anything in order to achieve it, and they don’t see fair play and morality as virtues in the arena of politics they see those traits as weakness.  Ascension to power is their ultimate goal and it is a goal worthy enough to employ any method in order to achieve.

The Nixon Committee to Re-elect the President (CRP), a private non-governmental campaign entity, used funds from its coffers to pay for, and later cover up, "dirty tricks" performed against opponents by Richard Nixon's employee, Donald Segretti. Segretti famously coined the term 'ratfucking' [1] for recruiting conservative members to infiltrate opposition groups to undermine the effectiveness of such opposition.

Republicans my friends are rat fuckers. 


Ratfucking has the same basic design as it did back in Segretti’s day with the a couple added features that make it easier for them to broadcast their ratfucking message.   Our media has decided that both sides of an issue have an equal balance.  So, if I were a Republican ratfucker and for example was able to put out that “people are saying” that hacked e-mails actually say that climate change is full of trumped up data there will be at least 50% advocacy of that lie from media outlets that retain a soul, and on their media mouthpiece Fox News 100% advocacy for it.  There used to be a time when our media representatives would have had experts they trusted read the actual e-mails for accuracy before they would report that there was any “gate” attached to the story, and should there be no truth actually have no fear in calling the other side ridiculous those days are long gone and good news for the Republican ratfucker.

The new element of the Republican ratfuck machine is of course the internet, and the ability to place what they would like to represent as news on the internet with no more effort than uploading a video onto YouTube.  That’s almost too easy.  Now all our ratfucking friends have to do is to get a sympathetic media outlet like say America’s Radio Rwanda Fox News to broadcast it, and without any vetting at all the ratfucking meme becomes a real live news story.

Ratfucking Aggressive Students from the University of Pennsylvania



After watching the New Black Panther tape a bell went off in my head.  I didn’t focus at all on the actions of the New Black Panther guys they weren’t interesting to me, but then again I don’t find it odd to see black men in a black neighborhood.   What’s more interesting is what are white students with cameras doing running to take an interest in a Black neighborhoods polling place and what is their attitude.  

If anyone was intimidating and had confrontation as their goal it is the Republican ratfuckers who are making the video tape.  No real reporter begins approaching a subject saying to his partner, "dude you got my back".  There is a reason for that statement and the reason is that these ratfuckers meant to aggressively interact with the men in front of the building who were not doing anything but standing.


His first question to a man standing in his own neighborhood and 12 seconds into the video, after having double timed it up to Samir Shabazz a man holding a stick like one holds a riding crop and a stick barely more menacing than a riding crop is was "do we have a problem is everything ok"  A man walking to another asking if there is a problem without introducing himself, or stating his standing to ask such a question is an intimidating function in itself, he started out antagonistic, but then again the modern day ratfuckers goal is to antagonize cause a reaction then peddle it to broadcast.

There is a white man in a suit that you can see  the torso of due to the poor work of the cameraman that states “everything is fine” and the ratfuckers state, “I'm just making sure”,  another provocative statement from a “journalist” from school.  The Republican camera men didn't answer, he just said, I think it might be intimidating you have a stick in your hand.  This is in my opinion another aggressive act.  This ratfucker walks up to stranger states there is a problem where is it,  then says Shabazz is intimidating because he is standing in his neighborhood with a stick in his hand
Shabazz asks the ratfucker for his identification  a perfectly reasonable request to a person who just walked up asked if he had a problem and then said he was a media person.  It was the Republican ratfuckers answer at second 31 that made the completed the connection a real hey what’s going on here moment.

"I'm just a media guy..that’s what I’m working with… I’m  from the University of Pennsylvania"

Wait a second.    I've heard that bullshit rat shit  before some place before and where was it.  It was from Congressman Bob Ethridge who got jumped a few weeks ago and showed the Republican ratfuckers what happens when they try their aggressive tactics with men who feel they have the right to defend themselves.   I’m sure we’ve noticed that in both tapes never is the Republican ratfuckers face ever shown, but I’ll be darned if I don’t recognize the voices, and I’ll be darned if that isn’t the same ratfucking lie told at both locations.

It was from Congressman Bob Ethridge who got jumped a few weeks ago and showed the Republican ratfuckers what happens when they try their aggressive tactics with men who feel they have the right to defend themselves.   I’m sure we’ve noticed that in both tapes never is the Republican ratfuckers face ever shown, but I’ll be darned if I don’t recognize the voices, and I’ll be darned if that isn’t the same ratfucking lie, and used the same style.  They refuse to identify themselves fully outside of the sympathy inducing “we’re students”.  They lead off their questioning with a statement that is guaranteed to elicit a negative response to the questioner.   Then they take their work to the editing studios to black out their faces and cut and paste to maximum effect. 

HOLY ACORN BATMAN you mean these ratfuckers use have the same pedigree as the grifters who didn’t dress like a prostitute and pimp and didn’t get ACORN employees to break the law?  Sure looks like it to me Robin.

I love the term ratfucking.  It so explains exactly what the Republicans are doing to America, and it also lends a clue as to how to combat it.  Rats don’t like the light.  Rats can’t operate in the open, and the minute you expose them they scurry for cover.  To the crew behind these two tapes I’ll quote a saying from the Na’vi people from Avatar..

I SEE YOU

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

99 Problems but a Mitt ain't one




If you’re having voter problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a Mitt aint one

Obot patrol on the twitter patrol
Foes want to put our dreams on hold
Pol critics that say he’s “Kenyan Muslim Hoes”
He’s from Harvard stupid what kind of facts are those

If you grew up with holes in your American freedom roles
You’d celebrate the minute your side got made
I’m like racist you don’t like the way things bees
You can grab Ayn Rand John Galt and leave
Got beef with cable cause they slant our show
They wont tell it legit well I don’t give a shit SO
MSM try and make a race So they can catch some of that Citizens United Cash….Fuckers

Don’t know what they take my brother as
Or understand the brilliance Barack Obama has
From Indo to Boston He aint dumb
He got 99 problems but Mitt Romney aint one #HITME

Heh heh here's your boy!
Namaste friends
Adept2u

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

The Sikh That Defined Whiteness in America


The shootings at the Oak Creek Gurdwara reminded me of the story of Bhagat Singh Thind who could be fairly described as the man who caused the United States Supreme Court to define White in the same way that inspired the murderous Wade Page.


Bhagat Singh Thind, a native of Punjab, immigrated to America in 1913. Working in an Oregon lumber mill he paid his way through University of California, Berkeley and enlisted in the United States Army in 1917, when the United States entered World War I. He was honorably discharged in 1918. In 1920 he applied for citizenship and was approved by the U.S. District Court. The Bureau of Naturalization appealed the case, which made its way to the Supreme Court. Thind's attorneys expected a favorable decision since the year before in the Ozawa ruling the same Court had declared Caucasians eligible for citizenship and Thind, as most North Indians, was clearly Caucasian.
A sensible argument, if American racism made sense or you were confused what was meant in Ozawa.  Any confusion in the Ozawa case was swiftly cleared in this decision.

Link to Wiki

Associate Justice George Sutherland found that, while Thind, an Asian Indian, may claim to have "purity of Aryan blood" due to being "born in Village Taragarh Talawa,near Jandiala Guru, Amritsar, Punjab" and having "high caste" status; he was not Caucasian in the "common understanding", so he could not be included in the "statutory category as white persons" George Sutherland wrote in his summary:
The eligibility of this applicant for citizenship is based on the sole fact that he is of high caste Hindu stock, born in Punjab [Amrit Sar], one of the extreme northwestern districts of India, and classified by certain scientific authorities as of the Caucasian or Aryan race...In the Punjab and Rajputana [Rajasthan], while the invaders seem to have met with more success in the effort to preserve their racial purity, intermarriages did occur producing an intermingling of the two and destroying to a greater or less degree the purity of the “Aryan” blood. The rules of caste, while calculated to prevent this intermixture, seem not to have been entirely successful... the given group [Asian Indian] cannot be properly assigned to any of the enumerated grand racial divisions. The type may have been so changed by intermixture of blood as to justify an intermediate classification. Something very like this has actually taken place in India. Thus, in Hindustan [India] and Berar [town in India] there was such an intermixture of the “Aryan” invader with the dark-skinned Dravidian.[1]
The Court concluded that "The term 'Aryan' has to do with linguistic, and not necessarily with physical characteristics, and it would seem reasonably clear that mere resemblance in language, indicating a common linguistic root buried in remotely ancient soil, is altogether inadequate to prove common racial origin." 

The Singh Thind decision had real consequences to those already nationalized.  Many had their citizenship rescinded.  Sikhs as well as others from the sub-continent  property confiscated and had to live an extremely furtive life hiding land titles in American born children's hands or relying on trusted White associates.

As our MSM is currently asking Sikhs to justify their existence in our country as good non Muslims something kept tickling me to remember.  Sikhs have fought and suffered for the American dream every bit as much as other minorities in this nation and have experienced the same hate.  I’m no longer interested in people like AC Cooper being fascinated by the flag in a Sikhs front yard as if they need prove their American bona fides.  They don't have to prove themselves to America, America needs to prove itself to them.






Sunday, May 27, 2012

Adept2u's Sunday Devotion

It's been awhile since I've done one of these and an even longer while since I've been presented with such material.  Things come to me in roundabout ways nowadays.  I found these posts on a very obscure website by an anonymous poster, makes a lot of sense to me.




"The starry sky is one of the greatest wonders of nature. But there are different ways of looking at the stars. You can take a map of the sky and an astronomy book, which gives a detailed description of everything known about the stars and the planets. This is certainly very useful for your understanding of the universe. But what will all that do for your soul and your spirit?

More importantly, how different those experiences are from the ones you can have when you’re contemplating the starry sky, when your only concern is to merge with this immensity! A peace slowly permeates you, lifting you up; your only desire is to tear yourself from the earth and be transported far away into space, so you can relate to the spiritual entities of which the stars are the physical manifestations. In the regions where you are projected, you feel that nothing is more important than to unite yourself with the cosmic Spirit, to let yourself be penetrated by it, so you can arrive at a true understanding of things, an understanding that permeates all your cells.

"Those who do not know how to control their anger are unaware it is a force from much further away trying to find a way into them. They even believe, for a moment at least, that this powerful current is communicating something of its power to them. But this is an illusion, for it is the current that is powerful and not the person it goes through. And so, after it has gone, the poor unfortunate person is left weak and trembling all over – in their jaws, their legs, their hands.

A disciple of an initiatic school understands that by controlling the anger they feel rising in them and seeking to transform it they acquire true power. And it is the same with sexual energy: we are considerably strengthened by controlling it. That is why the initiates, who have learned to control their aggressive as well as their sexual instinct, have so much energy for thinking and speaking, with the purpose of enlightening others."

"Many people reason the way a mouse might, as it moves towards a mousetrap that has a tempting piece of bacon in it… The mouse suspects there’s some danger, but it thinks it can go in and out very quickly. So it makes a dash for it, but the trap closes even faster and catches it. In the same way, you may say to yourself, ‘I’m very clever, I’ll manage to eat this little bit (meaning, ‘I’ll enjoy certain pleasures and give free rein to my instinctual tendencies’), nothing and no one can catch me. I’ll grab what I want and get out.’ But it’s impossible – there is a law at work here. As soon as you touch the trap, that’s it, you’re caught.

So far, no one has been able to escape nature and its mousetraps. Each time you give way to one of your base tendencies, the trap closes, and then, without knowing why, you feel ill at ease. Do not delude yourself; even the most intelligent, the cleverest of people cannot escape the laws laid down by cosmic Intelligence."

‎"What is it that makes humans leave their house to go and visit their family or friends, or to go window-shopping or for a walk in the park or in the country? It is quite simply their need to make exchanges with other human beings and with nature, because these exchanges are absolutely necessary and essential to life. 'But,' you will say, 'what about ascetics, hermits, who withdraw from the world to the desert or to caves - do they no longer make exchanges?' They do, they put an end to one kind of exchange in favour of another kind, in order to open their soul and their spirit to subtler influences.

As soon as you close yourself to one influence, you automatically open up to another. If you no longer want to see or hear anything on the physical plane, you experience another form of seeing, another form of hearing. You receive new impressions from the worlds of the soul and the spirit. Exchanges are the very foundation of life, and those who learn how to make exchanges on the spiritual plane know true life."

‎"For human beings, the words ‘life’ and ‘death’ immediately evoke the notion of physical life and death, whereas physical life and death are in fact only very limited aspects of these two processes. Although people may know what life and death are on the physical plane, they are not at all clear as to their meaning on the psychological and spiritual planes: they do not know when they are dead and when they are alive.

On the psychological and spiritual planes, it is by renouncing the lower manifestations of life that we become more and more alive. If we do not do this, what we call life is, in reality, death. Whether we do good or evil, we can always say we are alive. But we can also say that we never stop dying: if we do not die to stupidity, we will die to wisdom, and if we do not die to hate, we will die to love. Call it what you like, life and death walk together. Throughout our lives, our only choices are between life and death, between one form of life and one form of death. And what some call death, others call life."

‎"Those who believe man should not love himself are mistaken. It is normal to love yourself, for nature herself gave this instinct to her children. But you must learn to love yourself and at the same time be conscious of your worth as a son or daughter of God.

Do people truly love themselves when they eat and drink anything whatsoever and in any manner whatsoever? When they smoke, lead unbalanced lives and endlessly ruminate on destructive thoughts and feelings? No. Loving yourself means seeing to it that you allow nothing harmful to gain access to you, whether physical or psychic. By purifying yourself you prepare certain conditions so that luminous entities will come to visit you. And if you are careful not to harm others in any way, if instead you help, comfort and console others, here again you prepare conditions such that the Lord will come and make his dwelling in you and bring you all his blessings. This is how you must love yourself. "

‎"Endeavour to live well today, and everything will arrange itself harmoniously for tomorrow. Are you afraid that if you take care of today you will lose sight of your long-term objectives? Have no fear. When you are following a path, you do not keep your eyes on your feet in case you lose direction, nor do you keep looking in the distance; if you did, you would be likely to trip over an obstacle or fall into a hole.

You must also apply this method in your spiritual life. Since you know how to walk on the physical level, you must also know how to walk on the spiritual level. Watch your feet, that is to say, pay attention to everything you do throughout the day – this is of the utmost importance – and also look to your ideal, to divine perfection, so you can be sure you have not deviated from the right path."

‎"The quality of patience involves tolerance. Yes, but there are many ways of tolerating. You may be exasperated by certain actions or words, and even if you remain motionless and silent you may be boiling inside with feelings of anger and rebellion. This happens, especially when you have to be subjected to the authority of someone senior to you: even if they take advantage of the situation, you don't move, you say nothing, knowing that if you retorted you would only make matters worse. But then, you chew over your grievances for hours, you fret and it hurts. Well, that is not what patience is.

Patience, true patience, is accompanied by a sense of strength and peace, so it implies considerable previous inner work. You have to have acquired a great deal of wisdom before you can eventually be patient."

‎"When you decide to walk a spiritual path, know that there will always be people who will put obstacles in your way or try to destroy your enthusiasm. This is normal. They are incapable of understanding all the luminous, generous thoughts and feelings you are nourishing within your heart and soul. But instead of becoming discouraged and giving up your work, or brooding about the situation, you must redouble your efforts. Remember how resourceful you are, that heaven has given you all kinds of possibilities, all kinds of faculties and forces, and that it is up to you to stand fast and persevere in your task.
Why sacrifice your evolution, your inner wealth to the judgment and ill will of others? Who are they that you should bow to them? Continue to work, and one day they will be forced to recognize that it is you who are on the right path."

‎"You say you want to be happy? Then work. True happiness lies in work, but obviously in work of a higher order than that which allows people to earn a living for themselves or their family. This work is necessary, but it is not enough. In order to be happy, men and women must learn to work with thought, feeling, imagination, and will-power, in order to prepare in the invisible the coming of a world of peace, harmony, and light. It is in this work that you will find fulfilment, and whatever the circumstances may be, this work will always be there for you. Upheavals in society may deprive you of all your usual activities, but you can do this inner work everywhere, even in the most difficult conditions, even in the other world. Because no one can take your intelligence, your heart, or your will from you; these are the only true riches you can always count on. "

‎"However great the successes and victories in your inner life may be, keep your modesty. And to stay modest you must think it is not you who should be given the credit, but the Lord, who gave you these gifts, these qualities with which you were able to overcome the obstacles in your path. So, each time you have achieved something, say: ‘It is not to me, Lord, it is not to me, but to You this glory is due.' Otherwise you risk falling into the clutches of arrogance and vanity, and that has already happened to many. So when you are being congratulated, when you are being told you are wonderful, extraordinary, repeat this formula: ‘It is not to me, Lord, but to You this glory is due.' Without wanting to, other people can set traps for you. They keep singing your praises and you end up believing them, and therein lies the danger. You must work for the glory of God and if people praise you, then you must transfer this praise to Him. Only then will heaven consider you a true servant of God. And remember that your true glory is not your personal glory, but the glory of God."

‎"Speech and writing consist in putting words together by arranging and organizing them; so these are acts of creation. Every person can use words either to create joy, trust, love and light in others, or to create sadness, darkness, illness or despair, and in the latter case they are creating monsters, even if they use the best style to express themselves.

True evolution consists in learning to make use of words, either spoken or written, with a divine end in mind, in other words to use elements of the Word solely to create what is right, good and beautiful. Those who work consciously in this direction are participating in God’s work, and the day will come when they will be recruited as his workers. For creation is not yet complete, the Creator continues to work, and he needs workers to bring him stones, sand and materials, symbolically speaking. ‘That’s all we’re good for?’ you’ll ask. Yes, and don’t feel offended; it is certainly not us the Creator will choose to play the most important role, but it is glorious to participate at any level in this divine work."

‎"Feelings of discontent can be compared to a substance we can work on and alter, but only if we do so before it solidifies and becomes too resistant. Let us take an image. You have carelessly put your feet into liquid cement, and you stand there thinking about something else. The cement begins to solidify and soon becomes so hard that you find yourself trapped. Someone will have to find tools to break it apart, and you risk being injured. Well, this is what happens in the inner life. If you do not quickly correct certain mistakes and shortcomings, soon it is too late: the repairs are very expensive and may lead to further damage."

‎"Love and wisdom are the two foundations of the psychic life. Like heat, love expands consciousness, and like light, wisdom illuminates it. On the screen of your consciousness, an image may be large but blurred, or it may be very precise but very small. This is because, in the first instance, you did not know how to work with wisdom; and, in the second instance, you did not know how to work with love. Wisdom and love must be brought into play together, so that our conscience is at the same time vast and enlightened.

‎"To avoid succumbing to the temptations of evil spirits, the disciple must develop two principle qualities: discernment and humility. Discernment is a quality of the intellect, whereas humility is a quality of the heart.

Discernment allows us in any given circumstance to distinguish the true from the false, reality from appearances. It shows us the right path to follow and how to avoid pitfalls. Only good judgement protects us from mistakes and illusions.
As for humility – a quality greatly neglected and even scorned – we can only appreciate its value if we understand the dangers of its opposite attitude: pride. Pride shuts us off from the divine world, blocking the currents which bring us the living waters of heaven. This is why, as we cultivate the discernment which shows us the right path to follow, we must at the same time cultivate the humility which opens us up to the life-giving currents of the divine world, so vital to our progress along this path."

‎"‘Working according to the laws of wisdom and the methods of love – that is the programme’, said the Master Peter Deunov. Wisdom indicates the ideal we must aim for, and this programme will occupy us for all eternity. To achieve it, we must adopt the methods of love, by living each minute very attentively. The laws represent the fixed points by which we orient ourselves, and the methods are our tools. The methods of love allow us to achieve the grand aims of wisdom. Those who believe they can attain wisdom while neglecting love are mistaken: they will wither away and turn to dust.

There are numerous methods of love – they enable us to make exchanges with the whole of nature through breathing, nutrition and contemplation of the rising sun; exchanges with human beings by showing kindness, generosity and patience, and exchanges with the divine world through meditation and prayer."

‎"When you deposit money in an account, you do not expect to get interest on it the next day; you have to wait, and the longer you wait, the higher the interest. Well, exactly the same law applies on the spiritual plane. You work with considerable love, patience and trust, but to begin with you see no results. It is normal; do not become discouraged. If you give way to discouragement, it is because you still fail to decode the meaning of the laws that govern social life. Well, as you can see, to understand the laws of spiritual work, you must know the rules of banking and administration! This will help you understand that you must be in no hurry, and just work. Blessings will then shower on you from all sides. Even if you try to run away, it will be impossible; the whole universe will shower extraordinary riches on your head, because you will have brought them on yourself."

‎"We cannot deny that most people are sensitive and good-hearted, but they have a strange way of showing it. When they see an abandoned or mistreated child or poor people dying of hunger in a film or a play, they readily shed a few tears. But on their way home, when they pass a beggar whose wretched face should catch their eye and arouse their pity, they don’t even notice him. And when they get home, they are rough with their children or ignore them, when what they need is attention and tenderness. Yes, it is extraordinary: at the cinema or the theatre people are sensitive, they are touched, but faced with the same thing in life they too often close their eyes and their heart.

Humans still have a lot to learn about true sensitivity and how to express it… to say nothing of their sensitivity towards the divine world! How many are capable of shedding tears before the beauty of the divine world, of experiencing such overwhelming emotion that their whole being is reborn, purified and regenerated?"

‎"Many people think they can resolve their problems by changing the outer conditions of their existence. In reality they are like the little birds who complained to their mother: ‘We don't want to stay in this nest any longer, mother. It isn't clean. Let's move to another nest that is cleaner and more comfortable.' And the mother bird responds, ‘Well, I can understand your disgust, and we could move to another nest, but won't you be bringing your little bottoms along with you? If so, the new nest will quickly become as dirty as the last, since it is you who makes the mess.'

And it is the same with human beings: when their world begins to look uninhabitable, they dream of paradise. But if they were allowed to enter paradise with their hearts and minds full of impurities, it would soon become a repulsive place. They must first of all change themselves because, once they are pure, wherever they may go, their dwellings also will remain clean. Instead of seeking to change your outer conditions, you must change yourself."

‎"The law of necessity, the law of free will and the law of divine Providence: these three laws govern the destiny of three categories of beings.

Those who have sought only to satisfy their most basic needs during the course of successive incarnations are subject to the law of necessity. They have become so deeply immersed in matter that they no longer have any freedom of movement. There is only one path for them, a very difficult one which they are forced to walk.

The law of free will governs beings who are more evolved. Although their freedom is limited, in their previous lives they have thought and acted in such a way that they are now allowed to choose their own direction.
As for the law of divine Providence, it governs the initiates and great masters who have always worked for the light. Their eyes see the vastness and splendour of life, and because the light dwells within them they are truly free."


‎"It’s so touching to see the efforts young children make when they’re learning to walk! They stagger, fall over, pick themselves up, fall over once more, but they always get up again… Whereas, when elderly people fall over, they have to wait to be helped to their feet, and when they’ve been helped up, they may have to be taken to hospital.

What lesson can we draw from these two examples? Children and elderly people are symbolic of the two attitudes people can adopt in the way they lead their life. So many people who have decided to work on improving themselves give up the first time they fail, saying, ‘That’s it, I won’t try a second time.’ Well, they have the character, soul, thoughts and feelings of an old person; they will not enter the kingdom of God, for the kingdom of God is for children. Jesus said so: ‘Unless you… become like children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.’ It’s worth making the effort thousands of times if necessary and, however much you fall, it’s worth picking yourself up again to carry on walking."

‎"Even if you are the most disadvantaged, deprived of creatures, you have no right to think that your life is lost. Your intellect, your heart, your physical body may be in a sorry state, but you must realize that there is always something you can do. And what might this be? Even simply concentrating on the qualities you would like to have. Work relentlessly at forming a picture in your mind of how you would ideally like to be. You will have results in the next incarnation and even in this one something will change in you because of the efforts you are making.

No wish, no desire, be it good or bad, remains without results. The moment you have a wish, it is realized in the invisible world. It takes a long time for it to be realized in the physical plane, but as you wait, the very beauty of this wish begins to reflect on you and impregnate the whole of your being."

‎"Many people find the idea of the spiritual life frightening, as they are under the impression that they will be throwing themselves into the void. Obviously, throwing oneself into the void is frightening and dangerous, but only for those whose wings haven't yet grown or who haven't learned to spread them. If they let their wings grow and they practise flying every day, they won't run any risk.

What does this image mean? That those who are truly motivated by the desire to put themselves in service to the spirit cannot fall - they will spread their wings and fly into space. Staying firmly on the ground without the desire to rise doesn't necessarily keep you from falling; on the contrary. And the fact that some have been lost in flight as a result of choosing the spiritual life means that the motivations inspiring their decision were not pure, disinterested and truly spiritual."

‎"The feeling of loneliness is one of the most terrible forms of suffering that human beings can experience. Each of us needs to find someone with whom we can share our thoughts, feelings, and aspirations, someone with whom we can exchange harmoniously every day. This ideal being is obviously very difficult to find, and many books have explained the anguish and suffering experienced by the failure to discover what some have called the twin soul! But, in reality, the human soul can only be filled definitively and completely by God. If you wish to conquer solitude and to feel that you are not alone every day, that you are surrounded by beings who love and understand you, and that you yourself are filled with a great presence of joy and light, you must unite with God. But you must unite with God in His manifested form, which means to unite with His wisdom, His love, and His truth. For the person who places love in his heart, wisdom in his head, and truth in his will, solitude no longer exists. "

‎"Some people have kept up their childhood habit of praying before going to sleep. They live any old how during the day, and then, come the evening, they say a little prayer asking God to forgive them for their faults. Well, it isn't enough, and if they act like that the devil will always be with them - as with the monk in the following story.

Yes, there was once a good old monk in a monastery who drank and drank: every day the level in the wine barrels would get visibly lower. Every evening, he would say his prayers - a bit sheepishly, of course - asking God to forgive him, after which, his conscience salved, he would go to sleep peacefully, and the next day he would begin again. This went on for years... Then, one evening, he forgot to say his prayers. And what should happen but during the night he feels someone shaking him and saying, 'Hey! You didn't say your prayers tonight. Come on, get up, hurry up, you've got to pray!' He wakes up, rubs his eyes, and who should he see but the devil?! Yes, it was the devil waking him up, for that's who was urging him to pray every evening. Why? To prevent him from mending his ways. Since the monk asked heaven for forgiveness when he said his prayers, his conscience was clear, and the next day he would start drinking again to the devil's great delight. The story tells us that, when he understood this, the monk was so frightened he gave up drinking for good. "

‎"Seek the Kingdom of God, hope for the Kingdom of God and nothing else, because the Kingdom of God is a state of perfection, of fulfilment, comprising everything: health, wealth, beauty, order, freedom, peace, wisdom, love, joy, and more. So, instead of naming all these blessings in your meditations and your prayers it is less ‘labour intensive' to talk of the Kingdom of God, which is the synthesis of all of these. People say: ‘If only I were powerful; if only I were rich; if only I were beautiful.' But these are only individual aspects, attributes of the Kingdom of God, and as soon as we begin to wish for something in particular, we create an imbalance. The Kingdom of God is above all a state of equilibrium and harmony, and if we seek one individual thing, it is obviously at the detriment of something else, and already the seeds of imbalance are sown. Everything our soul, our spirit, our heart, our intellect, our physical body need is contained in these words: the Kingdom of God."

‎"You will understand what love truly is when you stop thinking of it as a feeling. Feeling is necessarily subject to variation, depending on who it is meant for, while genuine love is a state of consciousness independent of beings and circumstances.

To love is not to have a feeling for someone but to live in love and do everything with love - speak, walk, eat, breathe, study with love... Love arises when we have brought all our organs, cells and faculties into a state of harmony, so that they vibrate in unison in light and peace. So love is a permanent state of consciousness. Those who have attained this state of consciousness feel their whole being imbued with divine fluids, and everything they do is a melody."



Jai Guru Deva OM

Namaste Friends!



Monday, May 14, 2012

F You Pay Me: Bain's Business Model Explained


Barack Obama has come out with a dynamite ad following up on the idea put forth by Newt Gingrich and Rick Santorum.  Namely that Mitt's experience at Bain was that of a rapacious vulture capitalist.  I'm going to take it one step further and truly define Mitt Romney.  He's Pauley. 


That ladies and gentlemen is Bain, they're bust out artists.  Stay tuned to for how President Obama tells the same story.



Namaste friends!

Sunday, April 15, 2012

An Adept's Tribute to Cory Booker

CBS News account of some extraordinary mayoral heroism


Newark Mayor Cory Booker called it his "come to Jesus moment" when he ran into a burning building to save a neighbor's life.
Booker arrived home last night to discover his next-door neighbor's house on fire, and rescued a young woman trapped upstairs by carrying here through the flames, suffering second-degree burns in the process

I think we've all heard about the heroic actions of Mayor Booker and how Twitter erupted in admiration.  I had so much fun constructing Cory Booker stories I thought I'd collect and share them.


When Cory Booker goes on Fox they tell the truth

When Cory Booker visited the planet Pandora the inhabitants put on Cory Booker avatars

The world standard for a meter is taken from a cast of the manly girth of Cory Bookers di...ameter

Booker was given A Red Ryder BB gun with a compass in the stock and a thing which tells time he put the gun's eye out

When Skynet became aware it heard of Cory Booker and killed itself

Upon meeting Cory Booker Mr. Spock wept with joy

Muhammad Ali called Cory Booker a bad man

Cory Booker can't enjoy Mardi Gras for all the naked women throwing beads and trinkets at him

Michael Jackson learned to moonwalk by watching Cory Booker sleepwalk

Cory Booker can tell cats to sit and they do it every time

It has been foretold the only way the Cubs will ever win the world series is if Chicago elects Cory Booker

Ann Romney left the house and went to work because she heard Cory Booker was going to be her supervisor

When Cory Booker was born and the Doctor spanked his bum Cory beat him about the head and shoulders until he apologized

Cory Booker told Prince he looked better in purple

Miss Piggy left Kermit to be a groupie for Cory Booker

Cory Booker once expelled gas in the Sea of Japan.... Godzilla emerged

Cory Booker must be careful when he weeps as his tears have the same characteristics as Alien Blood

When Newt Gingrich went to build his moon base he found Cory Booker had already opened a Disneyworld

Satan lost his soul in a Texas Hold'em game to Cory Booker, Booker was holding a Jack Two

Cory Booker has no need for money his smile is legal tender

Cory Booker gave Stevie Wonder his first harmonica

The Scylla and Charybdis are trapped between Cory Booker

When they opened Pandora's Box Cory Booker was in there playing spades

During forest fire season Cory Booker is hired by western states to spit out of airplanes

Cory Booker was found to be better than true love AND an MLT where the mutton is nice and lean

Cory Booker was forced to fight Miyamoto Musashi in honorable combat..Decapitated him with a Popsicle stick

Mace Windu was Padawan to Cory Booker

Cory Booker once swam the Atlantic and was tragically sideswiped by a ship. #RIPHMSTitanic

When Cory Booker visits Africa he must be mindful not to wave in concern for the hurricanes that would certainly spawn

Stephen Hawking once received a kiss on the forehead from Cory Booker and awoke knowing calculus

When discussing Cory Booker Shaft shuts his mouth

When Cory Booker's doctor lifts his testicles to check for a hernia he has to use a forklift

When Cory Booker appears to jump in the air it is actually the earth fleeing his approach

The power of Cory Booker's will fuels Green Lanterns in 3 full galaxies

Cory Booker once fell out of a 10 story building and broke the earth's leg

When spoken through the Weirding module the name Cory Booker kills. #KwisatzHaderach

I heard as a child Cory Booker urinated in an S-10 pickup truck. That vehicle is now Optimus Prime



Heh!  Namaste Friends

Monday, April 9, 2012

Red Solo Cup

“Red solo cup, I’ll fill you up, let’s have a party, let’s have a party”
You can get the damndest country songs stuck in your head hanging around with white friends, and growing up just outside of Ft. Sill Oklahoma a little black boy doesn't have many choices and the Indians are on the reservation.



Sport and I met when I was 13. Moms moved us back to Oklahoma to be next to Master Sergeant Grampa U.S. Army Retired and the pee wee football coach discovered I’d arrive at the ball hard and fast while Sport would get there fast and hard. I love that fool like people love brothers they don’t have to live with, like someone comfortable even though he is a country fuck.

When he called me that Saturday morning talking about going noodling I knew I had other things to do. Grampa said he was going to kick my ass if I didn’t get the pole barn put up on his land out the other way, but his threats usually came with a smile and I got things done anyhow even if it wasn’t on his time so I let him talk me into it without having to talk about my Momma.


You could always hear Sport coming even before you saw him and that’s even if he wasn’t saddled up to Miss Chatelaine his overly loud F-150 but when he was in her the next county could. Black folks aint the only ones who like loud music, but the difference is in the bass and not the guitar.

Sport got to the little trailer I stay in on Gramps land far enough away for privacy but close enough for dinner right as the sun was rising. Miss Chatelaine loud as ever would have brought gramps out with one of his guns if I were any closer.
“S’up Soul Brother”
“S’up Sport”
we said repeating the greeting that we’d shared a million times before.

Sport’s actual name was Hartwell Carver and his family had been in Oklahoma since they first shot the gun to let the White man carve out sections of it for their very own. We were going to go to one of the many little lakes that dot the landscape that was on one of his uncle’s stakes.
“Soul Brother where’s beer?”
Sport didn't have many words but the ones he spoke had meaning.
“Yeah Sport grab the cooler, but us a case on ice before the stores closed last night. Was gonna take it to the head myself putting up the pole barn but I ‘spect there’s enough to share with yo ass”.

I don’t know how people go hungry in Oklahoma when there is noodling. It’s all about holes and you don’t even need bait, hell you’re the bait. You get yourself down in the muddy water and kind of bob along the banks looking for a hole. In a good 3 out of 5 of those things you can find a throwback creature that was going to be the star of my apology to Grampa the good out the frying pan 45 pound catfish. Just bob along the bank stick your foot in wait for him to bite it with that sandpaper mouth of his and yank his behind on out.

Sport and I filled up Ms. Chatelaine with the cooler and all the gear we’d need in ourselves and headed out before 7 in the morning had really got there stopped by the local McDonalds for 8 mcmuffins apiece as a light snack and headed for the spot. Sport had the ability to take a sandwich in multiples and had downed all 8 by the time we got to turn off the highway and the bare road that led to the lake I still had 3 left I’d leave in Ms. Chatelaine and let Sport try and talk me out of later.

“Sport I can’t take this sad shit anymore let a brother start the day undepressed”
he was feeling cool that day cause he let me without bitching and soon as I reached down into my backpack to pull out some ¾ beat BOOM both of us hit our heads on the roof as Miss Chatelaine bucked.
“The fuck Sport how many times we been down this road for you to be hitting bumps and shit”
“Ayup twernt no bump”
Sport said rubbing the contact on his head like it felt good.
“Well whatever, dude watch that”
he answered with the national gesture of Sportania his middle finger.

I hoped out of Miss Chatelaine to open the gate to the last quarter mile or so to the lake we were fishing in and let Sport drive on up. I wanted to get a little warm up in before we hoped in that cold water so I jogged the last bit in. By the time I got to the bank Sport had already cracked a beer and tossed me one.  I chugged it down without taking a breath and we both jumped in the water. No need to torture yourself with tippy toeing in better to take the bull by the horns.

Bobbing in the water is pleasant. The Oklahoma sun is plenty hot and it does shine through the water but the water is so cool we played like hippos regulating our temperature by either stooping down or standing up as the day demanded.

Sport got lucky in his first few holes and pulled out fish that would satisfy both our families before 1 o’clock. Me I couldn’t seem to get a good grip on the one I saw plus when he bit me he rubbed my knuckles so raw I actually yelped. Wasn’t fun hearing Sport tease me about my bitchiness but damn it hurt. We had just got done sitting on a bank about half a mile from Ms. Chatelaine arguing over who was going to have to lug the fish back when I felt it. Felt like a current, but this lake was one of the ones hooked up to the Ogallala aquifer it didn’t have a river to feed it that was above ground, but dang I could feel a pull. Round about that time the pull started to get strong enough for even Sport to notice it and we stared at each other and jumped the fuck out.

It was an amazing sight. The middle of the lake started to whip up like one of Momma’s lemon chiffon toppings accompanied by a sort of hum. Sport and I headed back for the truck forgetting about the catch he’d worked so hard to pull out of them holes and as we were jogging back to the car the lake started to hum some more, like a negro spiritual being sung by a fog horn on crack it hummed.

We got on Miss Chatelaine climbed up on her roof and spied the lake which had moved from lemon pie to crashing half a mile wide whirl pool. The water was angry and heading elsewhere and for half an hour we watched it saying very little beyond “dayum” then it was over. Lake Get Us Some Fish was empty as a whores heart and not near as pretty. All I got out of Sport for the next 10 minutes of staring was
 “Sheeite”


Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Untitled for now

“Red solo cup, I’ll fill you up, let’s have a party, let’s have a party”
You can get the damndest country songs stuck in your head hanging around with white friends, and growing up just outside of Ft. Sill Oklahoma a little black boy doesn't have many choices and the Indians are on the reservation.



Sport and I met when I was 13. Moms moved us back to Oklahoma to be next to Master Sergeant Grampa U.S. Army Retired and the pee wee football coach discovered I’d arrive at the ball hard and fast while Sport would get there fast and hard. I love that fool like people love brothers they don’t have to live with, like someone comfortable even though he is a country fuck.

When he called me that Saturday morning talking about going noodling I knew I had other things to do. Grampa said he was going to kick my ass if I didn’t get the pole barn put up on his land out the other way, but his threats usually came with a smile and I got things done anyhow even if it wasn’t on his time so I let him talk me into it without having to talk about my Momma.


You could always hear Sport coming even before you saw him and that’s even if he wasn’t saddled up to Miss Chatelaine his overly loud F-150 but when he was in her the next county could. Black folks aint the only ones who like loud music, but the difference is in the bass and not the guitar.

Sport got to the little trailer I stay in on Gramps land far enough away for privacy but close enough for dinner right as the sun was rising. Miss Chatelaine loud as ever would have brought gramps out with one of his guns if I were any closer.
“S’up Soul Brother”
“S’up Sport”
we said repeating the greeting that we’d shared a million times before.

Sport’s actual name was Hartwell Carver and his family had been in Oklahoma since they first shot the gun to let the White man carve out sections of it for their very own. We were going to go to one of the many little lakes that dot the landscape that was on one of his uncle’s stakes.
“Soul Brother where’s beer?”
Sport didn't have many words but the ones he spoke had meaning.
“Yeah Sport grab the cooler, but us a case on ice before the stores closed last night. Was gonna take it to the head myself putting up the pole barn but I ‘spect there’s enough to share with yo ass”.

I don’t know how people go hungry in Oklahoma when there is noodling. It’s all about holes and you don’t even need bait, hell you’re the bait. You get yourself down in the muddy water and kind of bob along the banks looking for a hole. In a good 3 out of 5 of those things you can find a throwback creature that was going to be the star of my apology to Grampa the good out the frying pan 45 pound catfish. Just bob along the bank stick your foot in wait for him to bite it with that sandpaper mouth of his and yank his behind on out.

Sport and I filled up Ms. Chatelaine with the cooler and all the gear we’d need in ourselves and headed out before 7 in the morning had really got there stopped by the local McDonalds for 8 mcmuffins apiece as a light snack and headed for the spot. Sport had the ability to take a sandwich in multiples and had downed all 8 by the time we got to turn off the highway and the bare road that led to the lake I still had 3 left I’d leave in Ms. Chatelaine and let Sport try and talk me out of later.

“Sport I can’t take this sad shit anymore let a brother start the day undepressed”
he was feeling cool that day cause he let me without bitching and soon as I reached down into my backpack to pull out some ¾ beat BOOM both of us hit our heads on the roof as Miss Chatelaine bucked.
“The fuck Sport how many times we been down this road for you to be hitting bumps and shit”
“Ayup twernt no bump”
Sport said rubbing the contact on his head like it felt good.
“Well whatever, dude watch that”
he answered with the national gesture of Sportania his middle finger.

I hoped out of Miss Chatelaine to open the gate to the last quarter mile or so to the lake we were fishing in and let Sport drive on up. I wanted to get a little warm up in before we hoped in that cold water so I jogged the last bit in. By the time I got to the bank Sport had already cracked a beer and tossed me one.  I chugged it down without taking a breath and we both jumped in the water. No need to torture yourself with tippy toeing in better to take the bull by the horns.

Bobbing in the water is pleasant. The Oklahoma sun is plenty hot and it does shine through the water but the water is so cool we played like hippos regulating our temperature by either stooping down or standing up as the day demanded.

Sport got lucky in his first few holes and pulled out fish that would satisfy both our families before 1 o’clock. Me I couldn’t seem to get a good grip on the one I saw plus when he bit me he rubbed my knuckles so raw I actually yelped. Wasn’t fun hearing Sport tease me about my bitchiness but damn it hurt. We had just got done sitting on a bank about half a mile from Ms. Chatelaine arguing over who was going to have to lug the fish back when I felt it. Felt like a current, but this lake was one of the ones hooked up to the Ogallala aquifer it didn’t have a river to feed it that was above ground, but dang I could feel a pull. Round about that time the pull started to get strong enough for even Sport to notice it and we stared at each other and jumped the fuck out.

It was an amazing sight. The middle of the lake started to whip up like one of Momma’s lemon chiffon toppings accompanied by a sort of hum. Sport and I headed back for the truck forgetting about the catch he’d worked so hard to pull out of them holes and as we were jogging back to the car the lake started to hum some more, like a negro spiritual being sung by a fog horn on crack it hummed.

We got on Miss Chatelaine climbed up on her roof and spied the lake which had moved from lemon pie to crashing half a mile wide whirl pool. The water was angry and heading elsewhere and for half an hour we watched it saying very little beyond “dayum” then it was over. Lake Get Us Some Fish was empty as a whores heart and not near as pretty. All I got out of Sport for the next 10 minutes of staring was
 “Sheeite”

Sunday, March 11, 2012

Overdose of Joy! Welcome my Grandchild Sean Lucian

I love to make food for my baby and watch her eat. A game arose between us from when she was learning to talk that I’d ask her “big hungry or little hungry”. We always knew the answer to the question it was big hungry, but the ritual was comforting intimate. Well one day 9 months ago as I’m preparing to do my barbecue magic I ran the question by her again big hungry or little hungry? She said she was little hungry. I walked away as waves of wonder hit me that was strange huh? Is she sick? Oh no what’s the matter!

She didn’t make me wait to long she sat us me down and told me she was expecting, oh so that’s why you’re little hungry. 9 months later the second most precious gift I’ve ever received is here. Behold Sean Lucian my Grandchild I love more than my next breath. Welcome to the world baby Grampy has been dying to meet you.


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My own baby negotiated over 30 hours of labor to see that face. That I could produce a creature of such power and grace will always be a source of amazement to me.
Mazel Tov!

Sunday, February 26, 2012

The View From Palmour Street



It is entirely pissing me off that I produced this for the Daily Kos and didn't upload it my own work into my own blog.




In 1950 pioneer documentary film maker George C. Stoney produced a film called Palmour Street. The film was a combination soap opera, and sociological educational film that was revolutionary for its time in that it portrayed the struggles and issues of African American family life in a troubled, but positive manner. There was a mother and father and of course children, but their lives as portrayed in the film stood in stark contrast to the seemingly carefree and prosperous lives of white society portrayed in the same era. This film is very personal to me in that it starred my uncles and grandparents.














The film had always existed as a sort of folk lore in my family. I knew it had been made, and I had even seen it once back when VHS was king, and I was shocked once while watching Tupac Shakur’s Resurrection to see my Big Daddy in a clip. Moms would tell the story of opening night when they all got to go to the opening in Gainesville, Georgia in big fancy cars, and that the movie theater was held open specially for them, but she was only seven or so (wide plus or minus I’m not outing Moms age) at the time and the whole thing really didn’t make that big an impression on her. Plus Moms didn’t get to play the roll of the daughter in the film, and my oldest uncle was also replaced for the same reason. They both had complexions to dark in the director’s opinion, so two neighbor kids were substituted in for the roll of daughter, and oldest son, but Moms did make it into the film as the neighbor girl who gets a line.














So, a few months ago as my internet skills started to really sizzle it occurs to me to do the google on Palmour street, and of course I don’t know how it’s spelled and I come up with nothing until my way smarter wife tries alternate spellings, and I find there has been some bit of scholarship on what the film meant and some were using it as a teaching tool.











This 50s public service film shows us the stresses and strains of a typical family, and how the ways the parents handle things affect the children. But with a difference this family is African-American and lives in rural Georgia. The family portrayed is basically a healthy one, though the parents have some flaws. This is pretty amazing, given how much stress they are under from living in a world of poverty and oppression. In fact, this film stands in stark contrast to the other films being made during this time. Instead of being a happy housewife in a clean suburban home filled with modern conveniences, like, say, in Young Mans Fancy, the mother in this film does her laundry with a tub and washboard after she gets home from working all day something that is not a choice for her, but a necessity, as the family desperately needs the money. In fact, she really wants to be able to stay home with her kids, because her only childcare option for the preschoolers is to leave them with cranky Aunt Esther, who showers affection on the baby while treating the other kids like dirt. Still, she considers herself lucky, because she has a good man who works hard, brings home his pay, and showers the children with affection. And you can tell that in her world, that is pretty damn fortunate. The oldest child in the family, a little girl of about 8 or 9, sensibly runs away from a creepy stranger who shouts, Hey little girl, come here! but she doesnt live in the squeaky clean world of The Cautious Twins, or even in the Sid Davis universe, but in a run-down neighborhood that probably has guys like that on every corner, making that interaction seem disturbingly real. The film ends on a somewhat tragic note when the father is seriously injured in an industrial accident. The mother spends a tense night at the hospital, and is finally told by a nurse that her husband will pull through, but you know he was just inches away from death. Still, you know his injury will be very hard on the family, and the film ends like a Centron discussion film, by asking the viewer What would you do?


I look at this film now, and the first that hits home is that these were not sets. This was the actual house and neighborhood that Moms and her family grew up in. I don’t think I would be blowing Big Daddy’s horn to say he was elite in his era. He was a radio disc jockey, sold life insurance inside the black community, and he ran the shoeshine stand at the local barbershop. My Muhdear worked for the same family until she died, and they treated her better than they treated themselves. They considered themselves lucky and well off. Yet when I watched Palmour Street again it was hard for me to see past what struck me as poverty. That’s where my view from Palmour St. comes into focus, and it is one that I am thankful for. I can look back 50 odd years and just two generations upon my grandparents in their 20’s and see what tremendous strides we’ve all made. May your grandchildren consider you poor actually seems like a great toast for the new year.

They tore down Palmour Street in that incarnation in the early 70’s as part of a model cities program, Big Daddy and Muhdear raised the actual children in their family to all graduate from college although the oldest were obligated to attend black institutions there are worse things on earth than a Talladega or Moorehouse education









Thursday, January 26, 2012

The Week In UFO Phenomena: Remember the UFO at the bottom of the Baltic? Updated 6/7

Howdy Space Rangers, it’s been a while since I’ve put out a TWIUP and I just saw a story that most definitely warrants another edition.

Back in August I wrote about a group of researchers who using their scanning sonar thought they spotted a UFO on the bottom of the Baltic Sea,  if you dont remember it's ok you can Go back and read part 1 where they show what they saw in August

I was really excited about this incident as it was one of the few I could think of where you could go back for confirmation of what you saw.  Well they went back, and guess what?





Sonar readings show that the mysterious object is about 60 meters across, or, about the size of a jumbo jet. And it's not alone. Nearby on the sea floor is another, smaller object with a similar shape. Even more fascinating, both objects have "drag marks" behind them on the sea floor, stretching back more than 400 feet.

But Lindberg says the ship theory doesn't really hold up because of the unusually large size of the objects. "Of course it would be something from another ship but it's quite big," he told CNN. Lindberg notes that some observers have speculated that the objects may be Russian warships built around the end of the 1800's. However, Lindberg points out that not only were those ships much smaller, they were not patrolling the Baltic during that era.
Yahoo News Report 

UPDATE 6/7/2012

The folks from Ocean Explorer have returned to the site of the object.  I'll let them say it.

Ocean Explorer


2012-06-07
 BREAKING NEWS 2pm, The divers are now down and investigating the circle and reports from the ship say they are really amazed. There is definitely something unusual hiding at the seabed A Mystery Beneath.  More information and pictures will be released next week.

2012-06-04
News; The expedition started Friday 1st from Norrtälje harbor when Ocean X-Team took their crew out for this exciting adventure trying to find out what the mysterious disc-shaped object is. Unfortunately the weather conditions have been really bad the last days, but now they are on a roll.
Stay alert for more updates within shortly.

 2012-06-04 1.00 pm, Ocean X Team on site
The ship Ancylus, carrying the Ocean X Team, is now anchored above the circle-shaped object. They started to scan the seabed and they are taking samples for analyses. Due to really bad weather conditions the operation took a little bit longer than scheduled. But they are working hard and prepare to dive down there for further investigations today.
bed – a Mystery Beneath. More information and pictures will be released next week.



Namaste Friends
Keep looking up

Saturday, January 7, 2012

Republicans..Same as it ever was

The Republican party is blowing the dog whistle of racism and calls for white superiority again except this time it is as loud as an air raid siren. Over this past week we have had two major Republican figures reach for the white race card. I'm really in a blah mood over it and as a member of the NAACP I think I want to yell something else at Newt Gingrich. Playing on racial hatred is nothing new for the Republican Party. It has been part of their electoral strategy from the days of Nixon and the early 70’s. The Republicans adopted racial polarization as an electoral strategy. 

Monday, January 2, 2012

Do you support Barack Obama? Glenn Greenwald says you’d support him raping a nun

Do you think I’m being hyperbolic? Did you read that headline and think; no surely he has at least a modicum of respect for supporters of the President. No he doesn’t and he is completely illustrative of this new lean forward pro left.

I’ve explained in a previous post why I haven’t been blogging as much as I once did. I’ve fallen in love with the Twitter for the time being. It is there that Glenn Greenwald showed his entire ass and by extension has damned anyone who supports him to support this point of view.

I heard a few of the old timers complain about the chirpstory the last time I did one, so I’m going to let Zerlina Maxwell of the MSNBC property The Grio tell the story above the fold, you can read Glenn Greenwald’s disgusting spoor in the form of the chirp story below.

Zerlina Maxwell's must read take down of Glenn Greenwald


In a particularly heated exchange on Twitter Saturday night, a blogger named "DrDawg" tweeted about Gandy: "Obama could rape a nun live on NBC and you'd say we weren't seeing what we were seeing." In response, Greenwald chimed in, "No - she'd say it was justified [and] noble - that he only did it to teach us about the evils of rape."
 When twitter exploded in attacks on Greenwald for making a "rape joke," instead of apologizing for the comment, Greenwald doubled down, tweeting that the reference to rape was not a metaphor and in fact Obama supporters would defend the president in the face of "ANY evil: assassinations, child-killings: EVEN rape violent crime like rape."
SNIP

Meanwhile, an irony of the infusion of rape into a debate in which it doesn't belong, is that theNDAA that Greenwald finds so offensive, also includes a provision which finally addresses the serious problem of rape, abuse and sexual harassment in the military.
Before this version of the NDAA, servicewomen who are raped were not allowed to transfer to another base or had a very difficult time doing so. Rep. Michael Turner (R-OH), who along with Democratic Rep. Niki Tsongas fought to get these provisions into the bill has said that, "in civilian life, you have complete control of your movements, and if you're in an unsafe situation, you can remove yourself. In military life, the victim needs permission to take even basic self-preservation actions." 
Don’t believe me or Madame Maxwell join me over the fold and believe your lying eyes.