Been a trippy couple of days. I could tell manflu was stalking me from about Thursday when I started to cough weirdly at the gym. Anyway, I ignored it and pushed on through the weekend and onto Monday because I had arranged a strategy offsite that I couldn't reschedule.
The strategy offsite had a surprise change of venue to the British Museum, and my colleague had never been there before. (Outrageous. We work three blocks away.) But the whole thing started to get all sync-y as we spent the day in the members room above the Egyptian Gallery talking about audience data and cross-device blah blah blah. Then over a boozy lunch -a mistake when you're sick, but a delicious one- he confesses to being a super Star Trek fan.
Cue Gordon spending the next hour hitting the high notes of the Crowley/NASA/Nine/Star Trek/Battlestar through line that you will find here in its voluminous glory until he had completely lost his stupid, traitorous voice.
This was the day after Chris posted what I believe is his best post of the year... and the evening after Jacques Vallée re-emerged on Coast to Coast after a multi-year absence. (Vallée made a sustained appearance in my meandering, lunchtime exegesis.)
Anyway, I always knew my Monday evening plans were to race home (sweatily, blearily struggle home it turns out), pay the princely sum of USD $6.95 for C2C membership and listen to Dr Vallée. That money covers a month's membership, right? Anyway, so this particular version of manflu has the clogged sinuses, world spinning and splitting headaches, but it's also got constantly watering eyes to go with it.
And so, quite frankly, I have had the weirdest, most enjoyable couple of days of moderate influenza. I genuinely could not read or watch anything, so I've been lying around, shovelling cold pizza into me at sporadic intervals (too sick to leave the house), while falling into and out of fever dreams listening to a circus of weirdos talk about fighting demons for the NYPD, giant bones, scientific research into the power of prayer, there was even some Peter Levenda/Nazi International stuff in there.
This is interspersed with trying to teach my father how to use his camera over the internet while he and my mother the psychonaut are in the Galapagos Islands. For the first time in almost 25 years, he's almost managed to frame things correctly:
BUT you will note he can't get his camera set to the correct year. Usually the problem is the reverse. He'll fuss over minutiae and then take photos that look like a dolphin is trying to either bang or attack the camera. I have about five hours of Micronesian sea floor rather than the ruins or manta rays we were there to film because he was frankly too lazy to hold his camera up. Under water!
In the meantime, I can tell MMTP, who hates SCUBA diving, is bored out of her gourd. How can I tell? She appears to have
begun stalking 'befriended' the hotel seal. (The hotel has a seal that has its own pool and everything. I know too much about this seal.) Anyway, I'm impressed with them both because they appear to have cornered the market for retiring disgracefully but also slightly shitly.
This wackadoo magical convalescence has meant I haven't been able to follow up on the previous post. Bit confused where I lost people, to be honest:
- The fact that you are reading this blog or Jason's blog is self-selecting. You are already a bird. If you need further proof of that, go and lurk in a Facestalk group dedicated to a reality TV show or professional sports team. You will not find either mine or Jason's blogs in the Comscore Top 20 Sites for a very good reason. The overwhelming majority of mankind does not give a shit. I can be reasonably certain that your perceived lack of magical capacity has more to do with beginners' self-esteem than any innate deficiency in your flying abilities. It's a numbers game, just like elite university entrance.
- Attend whatever lectures you want but keep the doors to the auditorium open for the inevitable realisation that you already know how to fly. Then come and go as you wish.
Miss me, archons?
One of the great joys of not having to get changed out of my house clothing for several days is that it promotes a tendency to wallow. So let's see what's been in the news this week!
- Even Bibi's own spies admit that he was completely full of steaming shit with his 'Iran has the bomb' antics. Where did you hear that before? Oh yes, right fucking here.
- What about when I said that HSBC was the bank of record for the shadow state? (Sidebar: Did you know it had its origins in the opium trade?) Nailed it.
- The Pacific Pivot? China is playing some kind of real-life Starcraft.
- The CIA created the term 'conspiracy theorist' to stifle debate. Which is why I don't use it and further evidence why anyone who refuses to look at parapolitics is a straight-up moron with zero experience of how power works.
You know the pathetic wasters I mean: the kind who thinks their boss is incompetent because she didn't give him the promotion, or the kind who thinks 'the government can't do anything right' because their bin men were late by a day to collect their garbage. (Been invaded recently? No? So I guess they can do one thing right, hey?) Or 'the government can't keep secrets' as every file relating to Britain's (at least) two decades of being run pretty much exclusively by paedophiles gets lost or suffers water damage. Impotent, socially-awkward, basement-dwelling failures, the lot of them. Yes, I feel strongly about this but I am also using the opportunity of being 100% correct with Bibi and Iran to gloat gloat gloat. I am pretty high right now. Nick and I recently discussed this on his podcast and it's one of the failures of staying in Bob Wilson's shallow end of the pool. There is in fact a lot of things we can know.
In new shadow state developments, these African cable leaks are pretty interesting. They look like a classic 'limited hangout'. The cui bono game is fascinating. South Africa's spooks have not come off well in these revelations. And, of course, South Africa is a cornerstone of Vlad's new BRICS development bank... a competitor to the IMF currently asking its Nazis in Ukraine how they're going to pay their credit card debt. Looking at the subtext:
- We see an attempt to implant the idea that there is really no way to avoid the AngloAmerican spooks from snooping in your financial business because the competitors are completed riddled with holes and moles. So even if you go with the BRICS development bank/Sino-Russian clearing mechanisms, the Pentagon will still see exactly how much you paid for those 15 year old hookers in Kazakhstan for your valued clients.
- We see an attempt to implant the idea of the inherent weakness or incompetence of some of the actors involved in the alternative to the IMF.
- We see the naked scaremongering of telling everyone how much China is investing in Africa. That must be why we 'fought' the 'ebola epidemic' that has completely vanished with boots on the ground. (We'll be fighting climate change in Africa with boots on the ground by the end of the year. Mark my words.)
- Also, I think we see in the act of throwing Israel under the bus and the admissions around Iran's non-existent nuclear weapons programme the possibility of not eventually invading Iran has been tabled by the shadow state. That's new. I think that's the message for Moscow from the Qatari/Saudi/ISIS-funding origin of these 'leaks'. (It came through Al-Jazeera.)
Anyway, it's exciting stuff when you're waking up to hammerhead shark photos and cold pizza and falling asleep to Michael Cremo.
J. H. Kunstler, when I actually make it into work, is one of my auditory commuting pleasures. So it was a joy to read how we are on identical pages (although his is more colourful) when it comes to Ukraine/Greece/NATO.
It’s kind of up to the Greeks this week to possibly opt out of that farcical deal. They have at least two other present options: return to being a sunwashed semi-medieval backwater of olive farmers, shepherds, and inn-keepers, or perhaps lease out some cozy corner of their vast Mediterranean coastline to the Russian navy for enough annual walking-around money to keep the lights on for the aforementioned farmers, shepherds, and inn-keepers. Of course, that would drive the US and its NATO quislings batshit crazy.
We’ve already got our knickers in a twist over Ukraine, a so-called nation whose highest and best purpose over the millennia has been as a sort of lethal doormat in front of Russia, leaving adventurers like Napoleon and Hitler bleeding in the snow as they crawled back to their nations of origin. In short, Ukraine has worked so well for Russia that we must be insane to imagine that it would give up that traditional relationship. Yet the US and NATO persist in their foolishness and attempt to back up their Kievan intrigues with financial “sanctions” against Russia.
Russia is doing what it has always done in the face of adversity, which is to suck it up. And, anyway, these western financial monkeyshines don’t hold a candle to ordeals like the siege of Stalingrad. What’s more, the Russians, despite their peculiar alphabet and thuggish demeanor, are at least as clever with computers as our code jockeys. We (in the USA) think just because we’ve made it possible for everyman to drool over Kim Kardashian’s booty on an iPhone screen that we have some kind of immunity against cyber counter-attack from way out east.
What does the orange circle from the previous post look like? I think at least part of its circumference is economic... specifically it is seeing what you think of as economics in a new way. So here are some videos... several of which have lulled me into deranged fever dreams these last few days. The first is a rather clever idea for improving western economies that will never be used.
The next needs no introduction around here.
An honest former financial adviser to the White House? Will wonders never cease! (Pay no attention to the gold bug behind the curtain. But he does get good guests.)
No, it appears they won't cease. Here's another 'no stranger to Rune Soup' opinion from Paul Craig Roberts, former Assistant Secretary to the Treasury under Reagan.
I estimate around 2% of you will actually watch all of these videos. They're economics lessons and you are already birds, to pleasingly retain the metaphor. Not that I mind. The doors to the auditorium are wide open. Watch them at your leisure. Watch at least one of them.
If you can't watch at least one of them... send in your sick notes.