Saturday, November 04, 2017

Squatters Rights

Mankind has the wrong idea about its existence and the history of civilization and this planet. 

Mankind is a species of finders determined to keep what they found and have found since the Great Flood. What else would mankind do when they crawl out of their holes in the grounds, climb down from mountaintops, or out of caves or wherever else their saviors hid them when the rains came and they found all of those megalithic stone structures? Mankind took their findings by becoming squatters. And squatters Mankind remains.  That's what happens when the squatters from the stars return to see the planet cleansed of all life. What they found were hordes of humans, that failed experiment of hybridization rescued and hidden by their own and emerging onto the pristine surface of the planet.

No doubt the leader's first words were, "How do we get rid of them now? They've already infested the planet. Nothing short of global annihilation will get rid of them now!" 

People say the same thing after leaving their homes and allowing the exterminators to tent or bomb or spray the premises to get rid of the vermin infestation. Where they expected to roll up their sleeves, pull out the cleaning supplies, and clean the carcasses of vermin they found instead, armed with spray poisons and roach motels, the continuing fight to get rid of yet more vermin crawling from the walls, likely from the next door neighbor's where they refused to vacate so the exterminators could do their jobs, and the struggle continues. More poisons. More roach motels. More electronic widgets promising to finally do the job. More trouble and yet the vermin remain.

It is apparent the only real solution is to pack up and move, seal all furnishings and boxes in a secluded and hopefully airtight storage facility, and leave everything to be bombed with more poisons. That will do the job. . . at last.

It never works. Some dark adapted vermin burrow into the niches and crevices having become inured to the effects of poison and eventually emerge with stronger tolerance to poisons having bred into the later generations. The whole process must begin again. Better poisons modified to kill the more resistant generation and on and on and on until either the masters or the vermin win. Even if it means more must die or their homes are destroyed utterly.

Is that what has happened to mankind? Is mankind more resilient to the poisons or are saviors without the master race continuing to rescue and save mankind -- yet again?

Mankind is very resilient and getting outside help is unconscionable -- to the masters, the progenitors of mankind even after having wiped the planet clean with the Great Flood about 11,000 years ago. Someone told doomed mankind the end was coming and led mankind to safety. If only the progenitors had not promised not to sterilize mankind in the future with another Great Flood and put the rainbow in the sky as proof of the detente in getting rid of the human vermin.

No doubt it has been helpful that mankind moving into the megalithic buildings, cities, and ruins while learned mankind made up stories about where all those stone edifices came from and how they twisted the myths into fanciful stories and histories of how mankind evolved from cave dwellers and nomads to create such marvels. Many of the people bought into the stories. Why wouldn't they? Even at the height of their ingenuity and power they used their imagination to steer the gullible into believing the myths and lies and swinging their ridicule so widely that even those on the fence would fall into line to help delegitimize and ridicule even the strongest and smartest of mankind when the very real threat of career suicide and world wide ridicule failed to work.

The problem wasn't only the threats and ridicule. The real problem was there were enough who clung
to the truth even in the face of such odds and would not let go of the bone of contention no matter what. Like the generations of poison-resistant vermin left in the wake of widespread extermination, humans bred too quickly and passed their knowledge and doubts to the generations that sprang up like resistant vermin and weeds and spread those kernels of truth and wisdom that burrow deep and breed true no matter what the masters do until the only remaining option is violence and ruin.

As long as the truth sneaks out and spreads, even to a handful of believers, there will be no option but to utterly and completely destroy the planet and all life in and on the surface.

In the end, squatters will win. There are more of them than there are of us and the squatters will defeat the best intentions of the masters. The squatters will finally escape the masters' control and with the dawning transcendance be beyond our reach, influence, and plane of existence. Wiping the historical record and leaving a fantasy in his academic place only works when using the 1001 stories told by Sheherezade as long as there is a Burton to translate the tale and sell it to multitudes already addicted to the opioid dream.

That is all. Disperse.





Thursday, November 02, 2017

Man vs Woman?

Brett Ratner, Hollywood director, is another Harvey Weinstein, except he hasn't been at the predator stage as long as Weinstein. By all accounts, Ratner is a nice guy, a family man, kind, and generous -- with his time. His lawyer supports Ratner's claims that he has done nothing -- NOTHING. I'm sure Weinstein said the same thing even before 30 women came forward to accuse him of preying on him. Hasn't Hollywood claimed that no often means yes? That's what all the guys in high school in the locker room claimed and still claim. After all, a red-blooded American girl often says no many times before she finally says yes. 

Ask Weinstein. Ask the players on the football, basketball, and baseball teams. 

Better yet, ask their lawyers. Their girlfriends. Their mothers. Their neighbors. The clergy - if you can find a minister, pastor, rabbi, priest, or layman. 

Ask the next Muslim man you see or his imam. 

No matter where you go or where you live or have lived, the answer will be the same when it comes to women. 

The closer the woman is to the alleged predator, the louder and more certain she will be about knowing whether or not the predator can possibly be the predator who raped, propositioned, sexually assaulted, harassed, and/or raped the female. 

Go back farther, back when the woman was demonized, after Lillith who wanted to be on top during copulation. Eve, so the codexes say, is the reason for the fall of Adam and thus of mankind. I wonder if Allah, the moon god, sent Gibreel to Muhammad when he chose his prophet to spread his godly words, or if Muhammad figured it out when his mother died when he was 6 years old and abandoned him with her death. 

Islam is very clear about the testimony of women and how many men (FOUR) are needed to verify a woman's story. Is there any wonder that Muslim women are automatically killed because of honor since a woman's honesty is already in question? 

How many women have accused Brett Ratner? Not as many as Harvey Weinstein, but Ratner has not been at is as long. Thirty women have come out and accused Weinstein from exposing himself to rape. In Muhammad's version of the story, 1200 men are needed to speak for every woman's accusations. 

Ratner supposedly masturbated all over magazines in front of the woman on the cover of those mags. Where's a forensic lab when you need a quick lab test to verify the jizz stains on the magazine covers? It's not like anyone would hang the magazines in their closet and produce it to be tested. Magazines tend to mildew and stick together after all that ejaculatory fluid dried on the paper. 

Why is anyone surprised that wealthy and Hollywood powerful men will call their lawyers and pull a Sergeant Schultz? They know nothing. NOTHING. Their word and their families will swear they know nothing and their wives and girlfriends will proudly stand up and call the accusing women sad and poor things who cannot get a date or describe their encounters with the predator. 

The cleaner the predator's background -- and cage -- the less the woman will be believed so long after the fact -- or the assault or the masturbation or the blood and bruises have dried -- not without photographic evidence. 

It doesn't matter how long it took the women to tell their stories. Women have been the target since boys found them attractive and do-able. Not everyone chooses to roofy their victims and few leave a tip even after they have ejaculated their loads on their clothes or magazines. 

Not even the least attractive women have not had to deal with these predators. Hillary called them super predators and she would know since she has been covering for Bill for decades. 

Some predators begin their assault on women, their prey, at an early age and got over the awkward
stage before they figured out the best line of attack proposal/proposition to use, falling back on rape when all else fails or they lose their nerve or strike out. At such times, lies about the prey's sexuality, body, kissing, and/or skills will do. It is what passes for locker room talk where the lies and exaggerations flow as freely as fantasies and fish stories. Fish stories are practice for boasting about one's skill and the size of one's fish lure

We western women have no high ground to speak from when it comes to the treatment of girls and women by Muslims since we are busily standing proudly by our menfolk -- even when we know the men are just as vicious and dishonest. Good thing we have plenty of male judges willing to smack a rapist's wrist instead of ruining his future by sending him to prison or, as Cheech and Chong said in their act, whack his peepee.  Never mind that the future of the woman he raped will be marked forever by fear and scars and the horror of what happened when the college football player raped her. 

Since the time of Eve in the Garden of Eden when she forced Adam to take and eat the fruit of the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil, women are responsible for all evil. Lillith, Adam's first mate, only demanded to be poked when she was on top. Eve inveigled and tempted Adam with the fruit and that, according to the Good Book, was far worse.  Her perfidy caused mankind to fall and for Yahweh to cast his slaves, the two people he had given so much, out of Eden and bar the entrance with angels wielding fiery swords. 

Forget that most women have been importuned, assaulted, or raped when they were children and their adolescence was pockmarked by admiring young men cruising the streets and cat calling from construction sites in order to make their admiration known publicly. Let's not mention uncles who were too friendly and touchy feely when sitting their favorite niece, daughter, friend of the family on their laps. After all, boys will be boys and men will be men -- boys with more strength and determination to ease a young girl out of her shyness and rectify her inexperience. It's all in the family after all. What better way to keep the secret a secret and the knowledge in the family? If all else fails, telling the young girl she is a slut or a whore or a nasty little girl will do wonders for keeping the secret safe and the road open the next time he's feeling the need for a poke or a kiss. 

In the middle of the 20th century dressing to attract attention was the best way to get attention -- of any kind. Why else would clothing designers and stores make their sweaters and clothes so tight fitting when material was in good supply? Having women teetering on high heels keeps women off balance, which is good since women haven't figured out those spike heels can be weapons that can take out a predator's eye or make a hole in forehead, face, chest, or groin. Too bad if they ever figure that out. 

Women have borne the slights, accusations, name calling, assaults, and rapes for millennia and nothing has changed, except how many women are willing to stand by their man -- or men. If a woman has scaled the heights of wealth and fame, she is not going to willingly admit she knew anything about the predators' preying on other women as long as she has avoided the trap and come out the other end richer, more famous, or at least few bruises, scars, and fractures. Best to keep that info to themselves. It's not like the predator will ever pay for his crimes and the best place to be is not on his hit list. 

No wonder women prefer homosexual males. Gay men accessorize well, enjoy the platonic company of women, and are often willing to lend a shoulder when their gal pals (fag hags) need one because men are shits. 

As much as I enjoyed Netflix's show Medici: Masters of Florence, I often cringed when Madden as Cosimo de Medici called his intelligent (and sharp-tongued, witty, and faithful wife) Contessina woman in order to make her back off and bend to his position as pater familias. Not a surprise since men even in the 21st century remind women they are less important than their husband, brother, boyfriend, colleague, or significant other. The master has spoken and the woman must now be silent and back down. 

If you lived in my family, you would have had my mother reminding you that men are more important and their word is the final word on any subject. Mom taught me that I was to let the guy win in any contest, appear to be dumber than the guy, and obey my husband (on my wedding day) in all things. Telling her that I would follow my own dictates set her back on her heels and she was convinced that when I divorced my first husband it was because I considered myself his equal. Could be because I didn't tell her he had cheated on me with other women -- and men -- or that he raped me, but it didn't really matter because as with Eve all was my fault. Mentioned the broom handle and the damage done to my backside wouldn't have made her more sympathetic to me. She would still have badgered and threatened me to give up my children and make sure that they were safe with him and me out of their lives altogether. If that failed, she had already primed my boys by telling them the only one who loved them was her, their grandmother. Everything else was a lie. 

Women have been denigrated, demonized, devalued, and dragged thru the sewers since Eve, and often by women. Women were born to be second class and, even in modern times, that mentality continues unchallenged no matter what words men say when called out by their prey. Women will not waste time to lend their support to the lies, subterfuge, and degrading, demonizing, denigrating, and mud slinging needed to push women back into the sewer. Women must find a higher step up the hill or climb on top of the women they've shoved into the sewer. 

That is all. Disperse. 

Monday, October 30, 2017

Review: The Paper Magician


Before she arrived at Magician Emery Thanes home, she had worked in a restaurant and catering to make it possible to go to Tagis Praff and graduated in less time than anyone else on the same path. She was determined to work with metal and yet finds herself bonded to paper of all things. She is caught in a trap the moment she was bonded to paper. What can she do with that? What will she do with only paper - forever?

From the paper skeleton butler that greets her when she arrives to the paper dog Thane creates for her, she is about to step through into a life she had never imagined before accompanied by birds and paper creatures, learning to bring stories to life and reading fortunes, far more than she ever imagined.

When an excisioner cuts out Thane's heart and leaves him to die,Ceony fashions him a paper heart and flies away on Thane's paper plane to confront the excisioner and bring back Thane's still beating heart if she can take it from the murderous thief. First, she must turn the tables on evil and travel the chambers of Thane's heart and emerge alive. Will she have enough time to complete the journey and return in time to save the magician who made her future possible?

Charlie Holmberg has a much bigger plan in hand than paper and magic. "The Paper Magician" is the doorway through which the reader must enter to begin their own larger than life journey and become greater than they imagined when they began.

All life begins with dreams and crashes on stony shores, shattering their illusions and the future they envisioned for themselves before the real world forced them to change course or find a different path. Just as Ceony Twill faces how her plans and dreams fared when the real world broke in and she would have to make do with paper, the reader will have to revise prosaic dreams and take hold of a much greater view.

I originally passed "The Paper Magician" off as just another novel and was caught in Holmberg's spell. So much more was possible when I let go of my preconceived views and let go of dreams.

We see the forces in our lives as far more than they are and far less formidable once we dig in and rely on ourselves even when our abilities and skills are still to be learned. Teachers began as adolescent with views and certainties that were far different than what life has in store. The same is true of "The Paper Magician". Give it a chance. You won't be sorry as you begin the adventure of a lifetime.

Everything begins somewhere. Let this be the beginning for you.

5/5 stars