cancelled

there is an interesting quote that describes the nature of now; gossip has been elevated to a form of philosophy. Then there is the definition of cancel culture.

"Cancel culture (or call-out culture) is a modern form of ostracism in which someone is thrust out of social or professional circles - either online on social media, in the real world, or both."

combine the two and now we have an interesting descriptor of cancel culture

"Cancel culture is the dark side of gossip as philosophy."

that is the essence of the way I feel now about all this nonsense. In my recent incarnation as a blogger I have been online since September last year. I am up to 176 posts. I have had no negative comments. Hell, I have had no comments. Plenty of views.

now recently I was confronted with cancel culture via a medium that should be the very essence of the opposite of cancel culture - Facebook. I made a sarcastic comment relating to the epidemic of fear that has gripped the world of late relating to contracting the virus from a local wave pool in the outer suburbs. I was hit with abuse and just wanted this particular pest to go away. 

so I told him to go eat a bowl of fuck and die. I got a warning from Facebook with all the usual standard dire consequences, stating my comments were hostile. 

now, kindly and clearly explain to me how can a person die from eating a bowl of fuck? What is a bowl of fuck? Maybe the fact checkers could look into it.

now this idiot who had no depth of irony who started the hostility lashes out,  I responded and I get threatened with being banned. With a response that is beyond surreal.

but then there is the overall dilemma; Facebook doesn't read posted blog entries. A friend of mine who has been reading and following since the beginning has wondered why I haven't been fact-checked and blocked into oblivion.

so, dear Facebook, if you want to get all totalitarian embracing cancel culture, can you not be so half-assed about it. 

the other thing that sent my head spinning was last night as I watched the Negotiator, a film with Kevin Spacey in it. Should I have watched it but not enjoyed it? Or should I have watched something else? Or should the movie not have been programmed at all?

maybe all of this is a cursory insight into something that needs to be investigated more.

A lot more

vaccine - day fourteen

now this is getting beyond exhausting. There have been some scant explanations as to what any of the vaccines aren't, but no insight revealing what the vaccines are. Apparently aborted fetal cells in the trials but none in the final vaccine. No explanation as to why the Pfizer vaccine has to be kept at such a low temperature.

so is something so complex that it can't be explained, especially when I am being asked to put it in my body? Do we have organisations that monitor standards and practices for vaccines?

so pretty please, with sugar on top. What is in all of the vaccines? Aside from a 20% return on Bill Gates investment?

there was this horrible restaurant I used to go to and an owner that really didn't care. He was beyond jaded and bitter. Jokingly, he once called a dish he offered the vegetarian surprise. What was the surprise? He said it's got meat in it.

but at least he revealed the contents.

terror - part three. critical mass

once again, terror - not terrorism.

now this has, to my mind, entered the territory of the insane.

another person I used to school with has moved to the area. Now I remember this person well because he used to be annoyed by one aspect of my personality and was never backward in coming forward about it.

laughing at my own jokes. Frankie Boyle must send him into a white, seething rage. Half an hour of Jimmy Carr and his head would explode.

now I never addressed the issue because of associations with mutual friends. Now that has long since passed the main thing going through my mind is addressing who the fuck actually died and made him president? There were plenty of annoying traits as far as his personality was concerned but I never had the slightest thought of bringing them up. No matter how blatant they were.

there is a strange double edged sword to this. Great, another person to avoid. Then there is the idea of actually addressing the issue so I can finally put the whole thing to rest and remove the thumb from his butt once and for all.

but why here? why now? I have already had more than enough troubles from the person I can't remember at all.

go on

 

I have no idea where this came from. Maybe a recent conversation with someone about people who ripped off my head and shit down my neck musically.

I have a question for anyone who cares to answer it. Make me understand. Explain this person to me. To be fair, I'll give you a number of time frames.

One month.

Six months.

A year.

glad you chose a year because I bet you couldn't do it in five years

Mark E Smith. Maybe the point was not so much to understand him but to revel in the range and depth of his ideas and how so many of those ideas were combined, contrasted, transformed and elevated to something beyond your wildest imagination. Never really understood him for a second but how I reveled in such confusion.

the thing I adore about him was that although he represented a certain place I could go to  - it was always a place I could trust. Thick, fast, complex and real. Can I use the term multiplex? Some times I would revisit the same material and get a completely different result.

now I know that the source is finite, I consider the notion of rationing the things I am yet to hear. I bless the idea of how slack I have been over a number of years when I was distracted by other things.

I didn't visit this unique place often, but how I adored being there when I got the chance.

it all started for me with Hex Enduction Hour, with one amazing song. Winter. 

Who knows where it will end. Maybe take time to look around and think about the very idea of another one of these phenomenons again. To continue in a different and unique way.

Along with another John Peel, then the very idea of a local music store who could stock the contents based on taste and imagination. Invention. 

why so lenient?

so I'm watching my weekly dose of my favorite program with the usual parade of serial idiots trying to bring all kinds of crazy stuff into the country via airport customs. As far as food goes, they always talk of the risk of a substantial fine, then comes news of the amount. Usually around $300.00.

the one item that kills me every time is a substance called birds nest, which is the saliva of birds that is hardened and dried and is made into soup. In it's raw form it can sell for up to $3000 a kilo.

what I would like to see in many of these cases is an individual fine for each different item, from food to seeds. In many of the cases, they bring in so many foods that are different. Also, they should add a punitive fine for goods riddled with insects or soils.

not so much to discourage the travelers; more for the reaction which is usually so lame and pathetic. Raising the on the spot fines would really make for some truly great television entertainment. 

Part of me thinks just what exactly does a person have to do to get a substantial prison sentence of 10 years and/or a fine of $56,000. Maybe bring in a human corpse.

The pretending to be ignorant should also incur a hefty fine.

contact

the other night I had a dream. The search for extra-terrestrial life institute had reconfigured the way they search for signals and detected a transmission. They sent a subsequent message and we received a reply. The lines of communication had been established and a time and a date for discussion was set.

firstly, the alien race congratulated us on discovering the algorithm that is the basis of our method of transmission and how it reflected such a new and complex outlook to understanding such technology. Then they said that after monitoring the advancements on our earth for many years, this was a truly momentous step in the area of future technologies, as the science is the basis for so many elements in the science of our daily lives on our planet and is truly far reaching.

but then came the question - you've been monitoring us? For how long and why have you made no effort to communicate with us?

their response? Because of your nature. We have monitored the history of your interactions from afar on so many levels, from individually to internationally and considered them to be hostile in the least and at times devoid of any inherent logic. Plus the one time we actually came to physically investigate your planet, we found it toxic. So many of your diseases left many of us so ill that took so long for many of us to recover. Also now that you have the new technology, frankly, we are terrified with what you will do with it.

In short, we want nothing to do with you. Especially now with that crazy new plague of yours. Revel in you recent accomplishment as it is truly a monumental advancement but please, can we be blunt? Keep away from us and stay away.

moron quality standards dropping

so who is this beacon of joy? It's none other than Anthony Warner, the person responsible for the Nashville explosion on Christmas day. The look on his face reflects the very nature of his actions; sad and pathetic. The weirdest thing was the computer generated voice warning of the impending explosion, broadcast from his RV before it went off.

I have a theory about his motives which no one seems to know about. He actually sent his manifesto to some government authority but made a number of errors. He either got the post code or the address wrong so we might actually get some idea of what is intent was when the error is detected. Really, this must be it. Otherwise, it all comes across as one of the most bizarre and pathetic forms of suicide ever implemented.

the actions of one moron really hit home for me. One of the owners of Pellegrini's was killed in a stabbing in 2018 in the Bourke Street Mall. The weirdest thing is that I was never formally introduced to him and yet I will I will never forget him.

one night I went to the restaurant with a former girlfriend; about a month later we broke up. Maybe a week later I went to the restaurant with some friends and the man I would later know as Mr Malaspina came up to me and asked where my girlfriend was and I told him of the break up. He said that was sad because you looked so wonderful together. I never met him but he sure remembered me, or moreover, he sure remembered us.

so whatever the deranged ideology of this sad killer, to my mind, all he managed to do was destroy someone who was the very essence of life.

maybe the first incarnation of the modern moron came in the form of Anders Behring Breivik, the person responsible for the 2011 Norway attacks, killing 77, injuring 319 and 67 seriously. Early in his trial he would perform a Hitler salute at the start of each day until the judge promptly told him to stop. 

your common variety anti-immigration/right wing serial idiot really didn't cut it in the courage of their convictions department this time. Maybe this was a portent of things to come.