3:10 to Lima

I arrived in Lima, Peru a few days ago to spend some time in South America where I will be writing a five volume work on the history of ideas, A Genealogy of Left Dhimmi Fascism.

This is my chair where I say writing today. Will have more later as I settle in. If you are in Lima, please let me know and perhaps we can meet for lunch in Mira Flores.

Till next day or so,

Yalladios, Dag

Ten Years After

Ten Years After, "Good morning little school girl," Ssssh, (1969)

That song came out when I was in high school, a time when my passions were far different from those I have now. Passions, still. "Baby, wanna ball you-- all night long!" I have my passions, but now they run to blood and fire.

I don't have to say more than 9-11. People know. What they mostly make of it is so far from what I would expect that now, ten years after, I find myself often enough incapable of conversation. There's no need to talk any more. Shssss.

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There is nothing to say because all that should be said is buried in the public sphere and studiously ignored as it seeps out and enshrouds us all, poisoning the atmosphere of our public life. We lie. We speak and we lie to all around us and to ourselves: that there is nothing to say. Lies, more lies, and continuous lies to come.

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9Destroy, O Lord, and divide their tongues: for I have seen violence and strife in the city.

10Day and night they go about it upon the walls thereof: mischief also and sorrow are in the midst of it.

11Wickedness is in the midst thereof: deceit and guile depart not from her streets.

KJV, Psalms 55: 9-11

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The moral infrastructure is all rotten. The West is rotten because it's moral infrastructure is build of moral vegetable matter. It didn't last. It's turned to slime and stink. Snakes love it because rats feast, mice don't care, and other small rodents take what is as is and slide through till death takes them, nervous and twitchy. The moral has collapsed in a rotten heap, and the snakes fatten. Shhhh.

That's not the whole story. For some of us there's more. This is the evening of the tenth anniversary of 9-11. For some of us, there's a kind of hush all over the world. There's a passion left that goes beyond ones wild youth and cold-hearted old age. There's that lingering love of the good that one knows was and might again be. Night has fallen. Hush.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C6FniOt4AV8

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Now, at the end of 9-11-11 I'm signing off for the night. I leave us all with this:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jHTPufEA6yw

CNN: the most laughable news on earth

This is too good to pass up. CNN has a graphic that PJM gives us a chance to laugh at. Better entertainment on TV cannot be found.

Why they can't find Ghadaffi. Wrong continent!

Machine Gun Preacher Theatrical Trailer

This is a follow-up to the documentary trailer I posted here recently on the Machine Gun Preacher. I love this stuff. Hope it has some impact on you, too. I think so.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T48oq-WlIGc

I'll be in South America for the coming year, but after that, if you're not too busy, let's meet in South Sudan!

Yalla, Dag

The Rest

I was having coffee one evening at a small diner in Mexico City when I was joined by a young German fellow who asked me if I know the city well. I said yes, that I'd lived there for a year and knew it well enough. He put a Lonely Planet Guide to Mexico on the table, opened it to Mexico City, and took out a pen, ready to strike. He showed me all the yellow high-lighter marks, showed me what he had "done" so far in his trip to the city, and asked if there were places of interest he had missed.

Well, yes, he'd missed a lot of things of interest. I know of little gates that lead to courtyards that reveal things only someone determined to explore without fear would find. I know a lot of things about the mega-city that most people, locals or no, would not know of. But I don't know about the myopic pursuit of every detail in a guide book as travel. He had me beat there. I know of a sheet metal mural of charging horses, of a tavern for famous mariachis, I know things I don't speak of. I know of libraries and map stores and police equipment shops on the sly. But I don't know about the rigid determination to see it all in order and program. I know of up-and-coming wrestlers at the gym, of the derelict Communist Party meetings, hack journalists, torch singers, of the European exiles and the Asian trapped and the South American hopeful. I know a lot. But I don't know the book. I told him he'd done just fine and that I was impressed. He was relieved.

Michael is a computer guy here. He knows the book. He knows technology inside out and is picky and cranky about it. He loses his temper when one misses the point of chemistry of beer-making. He is upset when one is not taken with 1950s radio diagrams. He's like that. He's like that even in describing the disease that is killing him as I write. I somehow missed a step in the process of him decaying and dying, and he was furious. How can I be so stupid as to confuse this with that? I dunno. I just am. I don't really care.

But I like Michael. I went to see him after a frantic message from the aether, and found him collapsed on the floor. I considered picking him up till I had my arms around him and realised that picking him up just might break all of his ribs. His mind is strong, when one looks at his successful applications of technology to the working world. But his mind is badly broken, too. He is very likely insane in a mild if corrosively destructive way. He's gone now. I think of him as someone I liked, someone I pity, someone who blew it all. But it's not my place to criticise what he missed in his mad endeavours to do it all. No one can do everything. No one can get it right to the satisfaction of another. We all fall short, of their expectations, of yours, of mine, of our own expectations. Then we weaken. Then we die.

I'm going out for coffee and some wandering and pondering. I leave my friend to his fate. Adios. Shine on, you crazy diamond.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BLKiMbC6s2k

Cheering, Leering, Veering

Maybe it's the juvenile in me. Comments veered of course. Well, of course.

ASHEVILLE, N.C. — Dozens of women bared their breasts Sunday in a protest for gender equality that attracted so many gawkers that traffic on city streets slowed to a crawl.

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Comments have veered off course and are now turned off.

See full story on The Asheville Citizen-Times.

Canada's socialist party leader dead

Jack Layton is dead. Our condolences to the family.


More comments at Blazing Cat Fur.
http://blazingcatfur.blogspot.com/2011/08/jack-layton-has-died.html

So Far.

So Far. So Good.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iB-ao_cLGJM

So Live!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wG7vdu69Sf8&feature=related

The Muslim perspective on S. Israel attack

From those lovely people who brought you the Beslan Murders, it's Kazkav on the Jooos.

Courageous Mujahideen armed with heavy weapons and explosives have terminated seven illegal criminal jews and wounded dozens in a series of attacks in jew-occupied Palestine, according to reports by jews who always diminish their their real fatalities and casualties under their brutal Zio censorship.

The attacks began around midday on Thursday and lasted for about three hours, news agencies reported.

The Zio thugs claimed martyring several Mujahideen fighters in a gunbattle. The jews always lie, exaggerating the number of their martyred enemies.

The attacks, which came close together in time and location, appeared coordinated, and represented one of the boldest strikes in years against the illegal jew entity in single and indivisible Palestine.

The series of the attacks began when the Mujahideen targeted a packed jew terrorist bus driving along a highway roughly 20km north of the Red Sea Palestinian town of Umm Rashrash.

Reports said most of the passengers on the bus were jew terrorists, so-called "soldiers", on their way home from their respective terrorist bases for the weekend.

The next attack came about half an hour later, when the glorious Mujahideen opened fire on a private illegal jew car several miles away, the Associated Press reported.

Jew radio said a vehicle had followed the Zio terrorist bus, and two to three Mujahideen got out and opened fire with automatic weapons.

The attackers fired mortars and an anti-tank missile, the enemy radio continued.

After that, an explosive device was detonated under the vehicle of a terrorist jew "military patrol" called to the scene, and a private illegal jew car was also attacked.

Frightened jew gang leaders convened in emergency session at their den called "defense ministry" in in jew-occupied Palestinian town of Tall Abib Yafa.

The cowardly jews said a "large number'' of the Mujahideen were working in multiple squads, but it gave no specifics, according to AP.

Ahmad Yousef, a senior Hamas leader in Gaza, denied the group's responsibility for the Umm Rashrash attacks, though he said Hamas "praises the attack since it attacked enemy soldiers and came in the right time while the illegal Zio entity is attacking Gaza almost every day".

"Since the whole political process is frozen, military escalation is the logical development," Mr. Yousef replied to the threats of jew thugs against Gaza.

Jew-occupied Umm Rashrash, is "a tactical choice for attacks because the resistance groups look for suitable places and times for their attacks," he told Al Jazeera, on why south-eastern Palestine may have been the target.

Source: Agencies

Kavkaz Center

http://www.kavkazcenter.com/eng/content/2011/08/18/14981.shtml

I don't think that needs further comment from me.

Preachers with guns.

I've been writing this slogan for years: "School teachers with guns." I mean it to be a way of protecting children from their Muslim parents and villagers who will kill children who opt out of Islam to become fuller human beings. There is up-coming a movie, Machine Gun Preacher. The trailer is incredible.

http://vimeo.com/10621294

Maybe I'll see you there.