Lev Shonovich Dang was born in Moscow to a Vietnamese father and Russian mother, both professional dancers. He’s named by his mom after Lev “Black Spider” Yashin, perhaps the greatest goalie ever.
Lev Shonovich Dang also has a Vietnamese name, and it’s as Đặng Văn Lâm that he’s a hero, with his latest exploits in this week’s friendly against Afghanistan. Throwing his 6-2 frame around, Lâm made sensational saves, and even cleared the ball with his head outside the box. Match over, Lâm looked skyward, prayed, made a sign of the cross, then kissed the ground.
Now, if Đặng Văn Lâm was truly world class, he’d tend goal for Russia (ranked 36), and not Vietnam (96). As for Afghanistan, it’s ranked 150. Thanks to naked thievery from the USA, which the entire world witnessed, Afghanistan is in terrible shape, so funding its century-old football federation is not a priority. At least its players aren’t starving.
Đặng Văn Lâm has also endeared himself to Vietnamese because he’s fluent in the language, no easy task for one raised in Russia. There are degrees of fluency, of course, and Lâm’s Vietnamese is always measured, without sparks of playfulness or wit.
Interviewed post-match, Lâm thanked the interviewer as “em” [“little sister”], then immediately switched to “chị” [“big sister”], which was appropriate. If they were chatting in a bar, however, “em” would be expected, for every woman wants to be seen as younger in social or flirtatious settings. Even your woke lesbian sister or transitioning daddy, soon to be your second mom, would agree.
To trip up trespassers, language is filled with booby traps, if not mines. One missed suffix and you’re strung up, impaled or blown up into one thousand pieces! You deserve it, goofball.
Two decades ago in Philly, I asked someone if he had been overseas? No, this young man said, for he loved America too much, which I thought a bizarre answer. My friend TJ also said he would never travel to a non-English speaking country. Near Presidio, Texas, I asked this out-of-state old couple if they would join me in crossing into Ojinaga, a very pleasant if nondescript Mexican town, with a few nice bars. To my surprise, they said no thanks. How do you get within sniffing distance of an alien land and not barge over? Starting with the language, everything may be too foreign for comfort, however.
Just now, my Scranton buddy, Chuck Orlowski, asked me about options in the new normal, so I said, “Jew dictated Western leaders are trying to kill you, so you must save your own ass and, if you can afford it, get out of the West. Their agenda is depopulation and abject obedience through starvation.”
[Scranton, 6/16/15]
Jewish Albert Bourla at Davos on 5/25/22, “With the vaccine, there’s a fanatic group of anti-vaxxers that would go after us, no matter what. They would claim the sun didn’t go up because people were vaccinated, and that created issues with the crop, so I’ll sue you, but it’s one thing to sue you in the US, and another thing to sue you in a country where the legal system isn’t up to that standard, like in Switzerland. But that’s behind us. Everything went OK, so now we can move on.” Bourla then chuckles with Jewish Klaus Schwab over this anti-vaxx brouhaha.
To these Jews, everything went well means billions of bodies damaged from the Jewjab, with millions already dead, and millions more injured. Young bodies and faces age decades within weeks. Children die after sustained bouts of vomiting and convulsion. Poisoned fetuses are brain damaged or stillborn. Limbs are chopped off. It’s a Jew produced horror film played out in real life, on our bodies.
Bourla lies when he says litigation is impossible because of poor legal standards. First World victims of the Jewjab also cannot sue. Jews like Chomsky, Goodman and Unz dismiss, often with disdain or even rage, concerns over the genocidal Jewjab. After a fantastical Holocaust pumped up with bullshit, here comes the real deal, with billions of extras, including you, your spouse, kids, relatives and neighbors! Jewish equity means you’ll all be maimed or dead, equally!
Six years ago, I met in NYC a straying Hasid, Noam, whom I profiled. Since Noam didn’t know the rest of the country, I encouraged him to get out of close-minded NYC, with its ignorant yet pompous provincials. When Noam came to Philly, we had a great time walking around and drank in several South Philly bars.
When I introduced Noam to a black street preacher, this man said, "You should listen to your dad!" Old dude meant me! Thirty years older, I was daddy enough to Noam.
Hearing Noam’s candid gripes about his virginity, I said he should, to start with, do something about his psoriasis. With such skin, he would have a hard time bedding a leper.
When Noam wasn't sure about moving to Texas, I also urged him to get down there. Emerging from Hasidic isolationism, Noam has made huge strides. This week, Noam gave me an update.
In Austin a year, Noam drives for Uber. He makes enough money and appreciates not having a boss. Though Noam finds Austin pleasant, with nice people and nature close by, he misses the museums and music venues of NYC. Noam’s rent is also too high. Restless, he’s thinking of moving to Pittsburgh, or even out of the country.
[Austin, 3/21/12]
Responding, I remind Noam that culture is everywhere, so explore and enjoy Austin’s. Here in Vung Tau, I’m sustained by listening to or just looking at people. Daily, I swim in its street culture, as I would anywhere else. Since Noam is already in Texas, why not take a much closer look at San Antonio and El Paso, and don’t ignore the small towns.
Above all, Noam shouldn’t return to NYC. As the US unravels, that sprawling mess will become especially chaotic and violent. Among other reasons, it's more prone logistically than all other American cities.
As for moving overseas, it's a huge step. If Noam can afford a week off, why not spend it in Chihuahua? Hell, even hang out in Juarez! Though it's supposedly a drug-infested war zone, he'd have to be super unlucky to catch any stray bullet! As an American minding his own business, he'd be safer there than in the Bronx, I’d think.
With its proximity, lax visa rules and low cost of living, Mexico is the easiest choice for American expats, but that doesn’t mean you won’t have to familiarize yourself with its mores, layouts, prices and, to whatever degree, language. Emigrating anywhere, you will have to make efforts at assimilation.
In Vung Tau, I met another American who had clearly paid little attention to his new home, though he had been here, off and on, for ten years altogether. Used to bargirls, he touched a teenaged waitress at a restaurant, as he cracked a retarded joke, which he attempted in Vietnamese.
“I need two beautiful girls,” he laughed, then pointed to me, “and he needs an ugly one.”
His Vietnamese was so bad, the waitress had no idea what he said. Though I shouldn’t have, I clarified this joke to her. It’s impulsive. I’ve translated a lot.
As he discussed at length how Brazilian women shave their pubes, he kept making hand gestures towards his crotch, even as I told him to stop, for we were in public.
What was I doing with this guy? He’s a fan of my articles, I’m embarrassed to say.
Plus, I’m open to everybody, at first. Though he had invited me out for beer, he said we should split the bill at the end. This was so wrong, I paid for him, just to show how it’s done in Vietnam. Together, we had drank less than ten bucks.
Sixty-two years old, he went on about the smell of pussy on his fingers, which he kept sniffing with relish, for it brought back memories of some escapade. There were more snafus.
Among those who flee from home, there aren’t just war and economic refugees, but also sex tourists, or simply creeps, for in places where they understand next to nothing, they think they can get away with everything.
In Belgrade, there was a Chinese restaurant, Koi, with a lovely young woman who spoke four languages. Born in Germany, she also knew Cantonese, English and Serbian, the last remarkable for she had only been in Serbia two years. Her English was rapid and accent free.
To join any community, one must learn its rules. Though most of us can’t be nearly as adaptable as that young Chinese, try not to be a salient asshole, for sooner or later, the natives will make you pay.
[blind people being led towards a Vung Tau Buddhist temple for charity donations, 6/3/22]
Bourla lies when he says litigation is impossible because of poor legal standards.“
What he means is that some governments in the world haven’t been entirely captured by the jew-jerked pharmaceutical corporations that re-write their laws to accommodate gratuitous law breaking with impunity. If the world was a just and sane place Bourla would’ve been hung from a lamppost long ago.
What governments would that be? I can answer for my own and that's a definite no. Australian laws are garbage and as relative to who you are as in the USA. That goes for Denmark and France and Pakistan which countries' women I have been married to and so have most awareness. I've read nothing about the USA for years which didn't ring as true for the rest of us too. The Virus Whisperer and his other billionaire cronies have the same influence everywhere.
Linh...your articles are always great reads...your ability to articulate with dark humor satire and cold reality is always a breath of fresh air...keep up the great work my friend
For me, even if the jabs were harmless, it's an abuse to force them on people. It's a question of choice. No one forces me to take an aspirin if I have a headache. Why should I be forced to take a vaccine. Most people who took this mRNA vaccine never needed it - and not content with vaccinating pregnant women -- sorry, "pregnant people", now Bourla wants to vaccinate babies too. Well, every year we keep vaccinating all children for diseases that don't even exist anymore, so what's one more. It's all for the money. But it's an abuse to force people to be vaccinated with that concoction using "COVID" as an excuse. "COVID" -- the incredible disease in which the "fight against it" was much worse and in the long run killed more people than the disease itself.
Don't look now, or Monkeypox will be on you before you're even finished smarting over the fucking we all got from CONVID. The only way to deal with this shit is to say NO! and stand your ground. No masks, no social distancing or lockdowns and especially no damned mandated jabbery. Instead I push back and have cancelled the government and taken steps to ensure I can at least hold my own if the bastards decide to have a go. No taxes and no voting for me anymore, voting is consent and I have withdrawn mine. Just do it!
I am in South Korea. When you say the west, do you include it? It has become so American. The LGBT stuff is starting to appear, schools are doing "anti-bullying" campaigns which will morph. Pfizer vaxx is religious, though Mask is God. And the President is talking of using the army for "regional security," not just North Korea.
In Tanzania and Burundi, their presidents mocked the Covid nonsense, then both died abruptly. South Africa had a very low vaccination rate, so was blamed for Omicron, a variant that had no effects on public behavior there, yet the tourists fled, further wrecking its economy.
Vietnam had its mass-killing vaccine drive and a lockdown that lasted more than two months, but it's sane now, and that's why I'm here. Ordinary Vietnamese are convinced there won't be more pandemic madness, but if it rears its head again, I might have to get out of here. You, too, might have to flee South Korea.
Like everybody else, we can only speculate what they might do next.
What about the Poxymonkey? Are they gearing up for the next big thing yet? Already here many people have already put their masks back on, in excited anticipation of doing it all again. They can't wait to step forth from their self imposed obscurity and berate the rest of us. I can see it in their beady little eyes. The only thing you can see of their stupid faces. A few never took them off when told they may, and a remarkable number wear them alone in their cars. WTF is wrong with these people?
With November's elections coming up in a few months, look for the dems to pull out all the stops to keep the people afraid of going to the polls. The mail-in voting scam from 2020 isn't gonna be a one-off.
Dems aren't the pox makers, because the Dems are a specifically US problem. Poxy monkeys and other plandemics are global. There's a weird kind of parochialism about Americans where they assume everything wrong with the worlds is just Dems or Republicans, and that everything is a US problem. Yet they always seek answers to their own problems outside their borders.
Of course, anywhere with a US military base is "The West" Besides it is an ambiguous term if taken literally. Where on earth is West? Everywhere is West of somewhere and the same places are East just by turning around. If the earth is in fact a sphere, then it makes no sense as anything except a direction.
I'd have to say the only way you can make sense of it, is by religion. Islam and Christianity have indeed predicted what we're seeing and it is some of the crazy stuff Atheists liked to use to ridicule us. Like "How can you believe something which predicts such craziness and sees the world like this?" Now we're living in it and only from the point of view of a war of the heavens, between a Good avatar and a big poxy Satan, battling for the soul of man, and all the other critters whom whether or not they like it, are along for our ride.
Actually it is a common theme for most of the others as well, including the oldest religion of all, which isn't Zoroastrianism, but Satanism.
I don't see a "battle". I just see an unopposed harvest of mortal souls. (Or a slaughter, to put it less metaphysically.)
There's no "war in the heavens". There's no "good avatar." There's no opposition or countervailing force to be perceived. There's only the structural evil of material reality, and the hapless, hopeless suffering of us fragile, doomed organic entities. The Earth is Hell, and we're just suffering one episode of its cruel, senseless, and endless roiling process of perpetual damnation.
There's a frenzied congress of demons putting in orders and executing call options on the mortal souls being butchered without resistance, down here in the mud, as the whole of humanity is desolated by forces beyond human comprehension.
How do you know you aren't projecting your own mirror images onto a universe much older, more experienced, and more clever than we all are? We can observe that we and others suffer, but observing that our situation is hopeless is not a given or immediate: we have to infer towards the bigger picture, bringing our suppositions and learning e with us.
Is it hopeless? Maybe, but once you speak with the dead and meet people from entirely different frequencies of resonance, you see that even the cruel and the mendacious and the corrupt have hope before them. We cannot learn about or learn from what we refuse to acknowledge as having far more depth than we observe— Linh's point about language and the depths of humor available with immersion, submersion, or swimming in the stream of local fluidity, also applies to the divine. We could be swimming in God and never know what keeps us buoyant, drowning in God and never realize what a greater life we have beyond all water.
I'll grant you that a hypothetical universal panpsyche could potentially be describable as "older, more experienced and more clever" than any given human, but that doesn't change the fundamentally wicked, cruel, nightmarish, and abhorrent nature of it. Indeed, those hypothetical traits would only seem to supercharge its capacity to inflict misery.
The "bigger picture" always amounts to more exquisite agony, deeper sorrow, and calamity grander in scope than what came before. This pattern is without exception, proving all too well that the irresistible metaphysical momentum of material reality is always toward chaos and catastrophe.
And sorry but I couldn't really follow your second paragraph.
"once you speak with the dead" I don't entertain fatuous fantasies like this.
"even the cruel and the mendacious and the corrupt have hope before them."
ONLY the cruel and mendacious and corrupt have hope, since they are suited to existence in this Hell. They're adapted to it. The cruel and the mendacious and the corrupt will always be rewarded with material pleasures and abundance, at the expense of the virtuously dimwitted masses. A large part of the Wicked's strength and effectiveness comes from embracing the senselessness of existence, and dispensing with the childish fallacy of believing in an afterlife. They know that this is all there is, and they leverage that knowledge to obtain ends in this, the one and only world.
Are "wicked" or "cruel" or "nightmarish" or "abhorrent" terms that have empirically verifiable and mathematically quantifiable qualities? Or do they reflect something about the way you value and adore and abhor things, events, moments, or a complex of those? What sort of standardized units does one use to measure the amount of cruelty in the universe?
I mean, you inferred that the "hypothetical" traits I use to describe our universe within which we live, move, and have our being —I want you to notice the modality of your own language here, Freelancer— "would only seem" to "supercharge its capacity to inflict misery." What sort of reality are you describing when you turned towards the irrealis mood to write out your thoughts? Maybe someone else will come along and point out that perhaps the vast wisdom you have when describing your busy day to your precocious child doesn't always come across so clearly from the perspective of the child, but you mean well with every educational and joyful word. Don't you have joyful words?
I've read Schopenhauer, and also Ligotti, and also Cioran, and also Iceberg Slim. I think you're not the only person who seeks out the horror as a way of finding a vastly more important complaint to make about one's own ego —a malignancy of useless flesh warping virtual nothingness into a perspective without end and without subjectivity of its own, maybe one might say?— in the world. But, you still are here. You have a choice, you know. You can leave this part and move on, if it's not to your ownmost liking.
Don't you?
Do you feel Socrates ever gives a straight and satisfying answer when someone coming at him from your perspective, where "the cruel and the mendacious and the corrupt" will always be rewarded with material pleasures and abundance, where —and I love the subtle audacity of the capitalization here— "the Wicked" gather "strength and effectiveness" in "large part" from "embracing the senselessness of existence"? I mean, you remember at least one of his responses, the one that goes that it's not really a benefit or a reward to endure one's pleasures satisfied while here, underneath the water, where we don't even recognize how little we understand about the multifaceted polydimensionality of the eternally endless and imminently parafinite expanse within which we enter into ourselves as solely a perspective and an intention, how little we've remembered of our gradual unfolding of a grand lesson that we are not even what we think we are —you remember those kinds of responses, right?
I don't disagree with you that the assholes hurt us most. But do you know what you are? You said of the Wicked that "they know that this is all there is." Do they *know* that, or were you speaking in a rhetorical way? And if they know that, how did they encompass enough of the entirety to conclude they were not encompassed by a higher reality of themselves? Or is knowing something of that kind of nonmonotonic nature a matter one intuits in the bones, or the heart?
"...perhaps the vast wisdom you have when describing your busy day to your precocious child doesn't always come across so clearly from the perspective of the child, but you mean well with every educational and joyful word."
As best I can tell, you're analogizing the Cosmos to a grown-up, and me to Its child, to suggest that any feeling I may have of wanting to Get Off This Fucking Ride is due to faulty uptake---in which case I must point out that the injustice is already inherent in having the child in the first place, so I won't let your Cosmic Grown-Up off that easy. And then, to make matters worse, going so far as to demand that the child discipline and modulate his perceptions in such a way as to make excuses for and apologize for the grown-up only further compounds the crime. I mean, having a kid is bad enough, but the true cruelty in your little tableau is mortifying the poor kid with a mundane recounting of a grown-up's "busy day"! What could be more punitive?! It should never be the kid's job to understand the grown-up. The kid never got a chance to consent to his existence, and therefore nobody has a right to make any demands of his offspring whatsoever. The kid don't owe daddy shit. This goes double for "listening to daddy's crummy day at the office."
"is knowing something of that kind of nonmonotonic nature a matter one intuits in the bones, or the heart?"
It's certainly a matter of temperament (just as I already said), but that very temperament does tend to permit the appreciation of objective truths that are (by most) typically either 1.) denied actively; or 2.) selectively neglected or deemphasized in one's model of the world. It's well known that depressives are empirically more accurate in assessing the probabilities of bad outcomes than are non-depressives. This is because depressives are not clouded in their judgments by all of the coping mechanisms that Ligotti so well describes (by way of Peter Wessel Zapffe). Pollyannaism; self-distraction; isolating unwelcome data; anchoring perception to principles of "positivity"; etc. These are methods of perception distortion, from which pessimists have been liberated. This clear thinking is what prevents us from doing outlandish and absentmindedly malevolent things like siring a child only to make it listen to us drone on about "our busy day."
Except, of course, the Wicked, who do malevolent things not absentmidedly, but with abandon. So in other words, the Wicked are the ones who might torment a child with mindnumbing shop-talk totally outside the kid's interests and frame of reference. And they would enjoy the kid's squirming. And when the kid said he had to go to the bathroom, they'd say, "Just let me finish my story first," with a nasty little smirk. THAT'S the personification of the Cosmos.
I'd throw in the towel if I didn't think there was something more. It is a harvest of sorts yes. However absent a firm belief in a better afterlife I don't see any point. Life is short and mostly shit. Eternity may only last a few seconds after your heart stops beating in this shithole, but I'd rather my last few seconds than those of a mind not believing the flashing lights are his loved ones and a future of happiness.
Actually that would get boring after a while and that's why I think we do this. Take the ride, have your thrills because tomorrow you'll be sitting around getting bored at the endless harp music and smiling mugs all around. So far the only beings I want to be with as long as eternity are animals, mostly rabbits but I'm sure after a thousand years petting and cuddling each of them, I might be ready for another few trips through hell. No doubt this muddy rock in space will still be up for it. I bet the Virus Whisperer and his ugly billionaire demonic cronies will still be hard at it. No cuddly bunnies for them.
"However absent a firm belief in a better afterlife I don't see any point."
Who said there's supposed to be a "point"?
"I think we do this [to t]ake the ride, have your thrills because tomorrow you'll be sitting around getting bored at the endless harp music and smiling mugs all around."
"All of this is a very intricate and skillfully designed game, whereby the One Infinite Creator plays the game of forgetting who it is, so that it can learn to remember, and thus experience itself as Creator, all the way down to us tiny individuated sparks of the All That Is. Off stage and between lives (zero-point time/antimatter universe), we are all great friends, brothers and sisters in the One. Between lives we all have a good laugh about the parts we have performed in the 'play' and have great fun preparing the next chapters to act out."
I say there has to be a point. If I didn't see one, I'd have jumped off this ride long since. Yes, that outlook is one. It worries me a lot. The idea of waking up from a dream full of such richness and a vastly populated universe with so many possibilities, and being just God, alone in the infinite universe of my mind, horrifies me. Then the purpose I guess is to find a companion, someone else with whom to share it all. I don't even want to be that one more soul. I guess I'd just say, hi big guy, thanks for the ride, now if this is all, put me back into something else you imagined and I'll drop in to see you again in a few million years.
"[T]he purpose I guess is to find a companion, someone else with whom to share it all."
Such selfish egocentrism would be unbecoming a good god. If such a monster forced its creations to endure this infernal nightmare, WITHOUT CONSENT, just to assuage its own loneliness, that's no different than rape. This sinister monster might just as well say, "I just wanted a warm, moist vagina to put my dick in, so I didn't feel alone anymore. So I kidnapped a dozen girls, and tied them up in my basement to relieve my loneliness. Over and over. Until they died of their agonizing internal abrasions."
"I guess I'd just say, hi big guy, thanks for the ride, now if this is all, put me back into something else you imagined and I'll drop in to see you again in a few million years."
I wouldn't. I would say, "FUCK. YOU. You sack of shit. Where the fuck do you get off putting me through that fucking nightmare? Leave me the fuck alone, psycho."
How would anyone know? I only know two things for sure and faith has nothing to do with either. When I was sixteen and doing biology these two things became the only two things I'd ever know for sure and I doubt anyone can convince me there's more. We experience everything here via our senses. The senses of touch, taste, smell, sound and sight are all like it or not routed through but a single point, that being our brain. Extrapolate to the mind. You may believe a thing is real because you can touch it, see it or smell it. That's just an illusion. Long before Matrix the movie arrived this very possibility had become known to me. The initial realisation knocked me for six as we say. However I quickly realised I am real. This much I am certain about, I think, remember, can create ideas. It took a bit longer though to realise the one other thing I knew to be real. The journey of exploration I have lived has followed this one other thing and still does. I've been though many 'belief systems without losing sight of God. Because God, which I define as the other, as my creator probably but certainly of all the "other" beings which may just be imaginary, a shared illusion of mine and "His" is as real as am I. I can only smile at any of the imaginary beings in this dream trying to assure me God is not real. They may as well tell me I am not and it is as silly to my ears. Everything else is just belief, but that I am real and God, Allah, the creator is real, is an absolute for me. Islam is my final stop in religions because it teaches the best of the rest, without daring to try and define God. Assigning characteristics to Him which I had already discovered is one thing but trying to limit the all and give it a form and character it does not do. So rave on crazy dreams, tell me I am not dreaming and your science proves it and I will just smile beatifically. Like a Buddha. Content in my two certainties.
Hey Former, if you want to go real deep on the topic of "it's all religion," take a look at a book series called "The Secret Doctrine of the Gaon of Vilna" by Joel David Bakst. It concerns the millenarian, messianic agenda of the 18th Century Kabbalah rabbi nicknamed the Gaon ("genius") of Vilna (in Lithuania). In short, even as far back as then, the Kabbalist Hebew Hive Mind had explicit designs to accelerate the messianic "redemption" (conquest) of Earth by means of advanced technology, which would not only enable the Jewish global taeover, but would also transmute the entire planet into the higher plane of existence that preceded Adam's fall in the Garden of Eden.
The inner circles of the global rabbinical hierarchy have designs barely imaginable to the masses...
I second this too. Kind of similar to my own remark above. I've been saying for a while too, that whether or not you believe this stuff, the people pulling the strings do. So it still pays to be informed on their beliefs, if you want to understand their designs.
Bourla lies when he says litigation is impossible because of poor legal standards.“
What he means is that some governments in the world haven’t been entirely captured by the jew-jerked pharmaceutical corporations that re-write their laws to accommodate gratuitous law breaking with impunity. If the world was a just and sane place Bourla would’ve been hung from a lamppost long ago.
What governments would that be? I can answer for my own and that's a definite no. Australian laws are garbage and as relative to who you are as in the USA. That goes for Denmark and France and Pakistan which countries' women I have been married to and so have most awareness. I've read nothing about the USA for years which didn't ring as true for the rest of us too. The Virus Whisperer and his other billionaire cronies have the same influence everywhere.
Linh...your articles are always great reads...your ability to articulate with dark humor satire and cold reality is always a breath of fresh air...keep up the great work my friend
For me, even if the jabs were harmless, it's an abuse to force them on people. It's a question of choice. No one forces me to take an aspirin if I have a headache. Why should I be forced to take a vaccine. Most people who took this mRNA vaccine never needed it - and not content with vaccinating pregnant women -- sorry, "pregnant people", now Bourla wants to vaccinate babies too. Well, every year we keep vaccinating all children for diseases that don't even exist anymore, so what's one more. It's all for the money. But it's an abuse to force people to be vaccinated with that concoction using "COVID" as an excuse. "COVID" -- the incredible disease in which the "fight against it" was much worse and in the long run killed more people than the disease itself.
Don't look now, or Monkeypox will be on you before you're even finished smarting over the fucking we all got from CONVID. The only way to deal with this shit is to say NO! and stand your ground. No masks, no social distancing or lockdowns and especially no damned mandated jabbery. Instead I push back and have cancelled the government and taken steps to ensure I can at least hold my own if the bastards decide to have a go. No taxes and no voting for me anymore, voting is consent and I have withdrawn mine. Just do it!
Jewish Albert Bourla = JAB
I am in South Korea. When you say the west, do you include it? It has become so American. The LGBT stuff is starting to appear, schools are doing "anti-bullying" campaigns which will morph. Pfizer vaxx is religious, though Mask is God. And the President is talking of using the army for "regional security," not just North Korea.
Hi Andrew,
In Tanzania and Burundi, their presidents mocked the Covid nonsense, then both died abruptly. South Africa had a very low vaccination rate, so was blamed for Omicron, a variant that had no effects on public behavior there, yet the tourists fled, further wrecking its economy.
Vietnam had its mass-killing vaccine drive and a lockdown that lasted more than two months, but it's sane now, and that's why I'm here. Ordinary Vietnamese are convinced there won't be more pandemic madness, but if it rears its head again, I might have to get out of here. You, too, might have to flee South Korea.
Like everybody else, we can only speculate what they might do next.
Linh
What about the Poxymonkey? Are they gearing up for the next big thing yet? Already here many people have already put their masks back on, in excited anticipation of doing it all again. They can't wait to step forth from their self imposed obscurity and berate the rest of us. I can see it in their beady little eyes. The only thing you can see of their stupid faces. A few never took them off when told they may, and a remarkable number wear them alone in their cars. WTF is wrong with these people?
With November's elections coming up in a few months, look for the dems to pull out all the stops to keep the people afraid of going to the polls. The mail-in voting scam from 2020 isn't gonna be a one-off.
Dems aren't the pox makers, because the Dems are a specifically US problem. Poxy monkeys and other plandemics are global. There's a weird kind of parochialism about Americans where they assume everything wrong with the worlds is just Dems or Republicans, and that everything is a US problem. Yet they always seek answers to their own problems outside their borders.
Of course, anywhere with a US military base is "The West" Besides it is an ambiguous term if taken literally. Where on earth is West? Everywhere is West of somewhere and the same places are East just by turning around. If the earth is in fact a sphere, then it makes no sense as anything except a direction.
Thanks again for taking me on a trip around the world......stuck here in sacratomatoe commiefornia.
Sexpat creeps trying to be funny with waitresses.. I know that scene. Horrible experience.
Nice 7 and half minute short film
https://www.theepochtimes.com/mkt_app/my-mom-is-a-liar-short-film_4482800.html
English subtitles
I'd have to say the only way you can make sense of it, is by religion. Islam and Christianity have indeed predicted what we're seeing and it is some of the crazy stuff Atheists liked to use to ridicule us. Like "How can you believe something which predicts such craziness and sees the world like this?" Now we're living in it and only from the point of view of a war of the heavens, between a Good avatar and a big poxy Satan, battling for the soul of man, and all the other critters whom whether or not they like it, are along for our ride.
Actually it is a common theme for most of the others as well, including the oldest religion of all, which isn't Zoroastrianism, but Satanism.
I don't see a "battle". I just see an unopposed harvest of mortal souls. (Or a slaughter, to put it less metaphysically.)
There's no "war in the heavens". There's no "good avatar." There's no opposition or countervailing force to be perceived. There's only the structural evil of material reality, and the hapless, hopeless suffering of us fragile, doomed organic entities. The Earth is Hell, and we're just suffering one episode of its cruel, senseless, and endless roiling process of perpetual damnation.
There's a frenzied congress of demons putting in orders and executing call options on the mortal souls being butchered without resistance, down here in the mud, as the whole of humanity is desolated by forces beyond human comprehension.
How do you know you aren't projecting your own mirror images onto a universe much older, more experienced, and more clever than we all are? We can observe that we and others suffer, but observing that our situation is hopeless is not a given or immediate: we have to infer towards the bigger picture, bringing our suppositions and learning e with us.
Is it hopeless? Maybe, but once you speak with the dead and meet people from entirely different frequencies of resonance, you see that even the cruel and the mendacious and the corrupt have hope before them. We cannot learn about or learn from what we refuse to acknowledge as having far more depth than we observe— Linh's point about language and the depths of humor available with immersion, submersion, or swimming in the stream of local fluidity, also applies to the divine. We could be swimming in God and never know what keeps us buoyant, drowning in God and never realize what a greater life we have beyond all water.
I'll grant you that a hypothetical universal panpsyche could potentially be describable as "older, more experienced and more clever" than any given human, but that doesn't change the fundamentally wicked, cruel, nightmarish, and abhorrent nature of it. Indeed, those hypothetical traits would only seem to supercharge its capacity to inflict misery.
The "bigger picture" always amounts to more exquisite agony, deeper sorrow, and calamity grander in scope than what came before. This pattern is without exception, proving all too well that the irresistible metaphysical momentum of material reality is always toward chaos and catastrophe.
And sorry but I couldn't really follow your second paragraph.
"once you speak with the dead" I don't entertain fatuous fantasies like this.
"even the cruel and the mendacious and the corrupt have hope before them."
ONLY the cruel and mendacious and corrupt have hope, since they are suited to existence in this Hell. They're adapted to it. The cruel and the mendacious and the corrupt will always be rewarded with material pleasures and abundance, at the expense of the virtuously dimwitted masses. A large part of the Wicked's strength and effectiveness comes from embracing the senselessness of existence, and dispensing with the childish fallacy of believing in an afterlife. They know that this is all there is, and they leverage that knowledge to obtain ends in this, the one and only world.
Are "wicked" or "cruel" or "nightmarish" or "abhorrent" terms that have empirically verifiable and mathematically quantifiable qualities? Or do they reflect something about the way you value and adore and abhor things, events, moments, or a complex of those? What sort of standardized units does one use to measure the amount of cruelty in the universe?
I mean, you inferred that the "hypothetical" traits I use to describe our universe within which we live, move, and have our being —I want you to notice the modality of your own language here, Freelancer— "would only seem" to "supercharge its capacity to inflict misery." What sort of reality are you describing when you turned towards the irrealis mood to write out your thoughts? Maybe someone else will come along and point out that perhaps the vast wisdom you have when describing your busy day to your precocious child doesn't always come across so clearly from the perspective of the child, but you mean well with every educational and joyful word. Don't you have joyful words?
I've read Schopenhauer, and also Ligotti, and also Cioran, and also Iceberg Slim. I think you're not the only person who seeks out the horror as a way of finding a vastly more important complaint to make about one's own ego —a malignancy of useless flesh warping virtual nothingness into a perspective without end and without subjectivity of its own, maybe one might say?— in the world. But, you still are here. You have a choice, you know. You can leave this part and move on, if it's not to your ownmost liking.
Don't you?
Do you feel Socrates ever gives a straight and satisfying answer when someone coming at him from your perspective, where "the cruel and the mendacious and the corrupt" will always be rewarded with material pleasures and abundance, where —and I love the subtle audacity of the capitalization here— "the Wicked" gather "strength and effectiveness" in "large part" from "embracing the senselessness of existence"? I mean, you remember at least one of his responses, the one that goes that it's not really a benefit or a reward to endure one's pleasures satisfied while here, underneath the water, where we don't even recognize how little we understand about the multifaceted polydimensionality of the eternally endless and imminently parafinite expanse within which we enter into ourselves as solely a perspective and an intention, how little we've remembered of our gradual unfolding of a grand lesson that we are not even what we think we are —you remember those kinds of responses, right?
I don't disagree with you that the assholes hurt us most. But do you know what you are? You said of the Wicked that "they know that this is all there is." Do they *know* that, or were you speaking in a rhetorical way? And if they know that, how did they encompass enough of the entirety to conclude they were not encompassed by a higher reality of themselves? Or is knowing something of that kind of nonmonotonic nature a matter one intuits in the bones, or the heart?
"...perhaps the vast wisdom you have when describing your busy day to your precocious child doesn't always come across so clearly from the perspective of the child, but you mean well with every educational and joyful word."
As best I can tell, you're analogizing the Cosmos to a grown-up, and me to Its child, to suggest that any feeling I may have of wanting to Get Off This Fucking Ride is due to faulty uptake---in which case I must point out that the injustice is already inherent in having the child in the first place, so I won't let your Cosmic Grown-Up off that easy. And then, to make matters worse, going so far as to demand that the child discipline and modulate his perceptions in such a way as to make excuses for and apologize for the grown-up only further compounds the crime. I mean, having a kid is bad enough, but the true cruelty in your little tableau is mortifying the poor kid with a mundane recounting of a grown-up's "busy day"! What could be more punitive?! It should never be the kid's job to understand the grown-up. The kid never got a chance to consent to his existence, and therefore nobody has a right to make any demands of his offspring whatsoever. The kid don't owe daddy shit. This goes double for "listening to daddy's crummy day at the office."
"is knowing something of that kind of nonmonotonic nature a matter one intuits in the bones, or the heart?"
It's certainly a matter of temperament (just as I already said), but that very temperament does tend to permit the appreciation of objective truths that are (by most) typically either 1.) denied actively; or 2.) selectively neglected or deemphasized in one's model of the world. It's well known that depressives are empirically more accurate in assessing the probabilities of bad outcomes than are non-depressives. This is because depressives are not clouded in their judgments by all of the coping mechanisms that Ligotti so well describes (by way of Peter Wessel Zapffe). Pollyannaism; self-distraction; isolating unwelcome data; anchoring perception to principles of "positivity"; etc. These are methods of perception distortion, from which pessimists have been liberated. This clear thinking is what prevents us from doing outlandish and absentmindedly malevolent things like siring a child only to make it listen to us drone on about "our busy day."
Except, of course, the Wicked, who do malevolent things not absentmidedly, but with abandon. So in other words, the Wicked are the ones who might torment a child with mindnumbing shop-talk totally outside the kid's interests and frame of reference. And they would enjoy the kid's squirming. And when the kid said he had to go to the bathroom, they'd say, "Just let me finish my story first," with a nasty little smirk. THAT'S the personification of the Cosmos.
I'd throw in the towel if I didn't think there was something more. It is a harvest of sorts yes. However absent a firm belief in a better afterlife I don't see any point. Life is short and mostly shit. Eternity may only last a few seconds after your heart stops beating in this shithole, but I'd rather my last few seconds than those of a mind not believing the flashing lights are his loved ones and a future of happiness.
Actually that would get boring after a while and that's why I think we do this. Take the ride, have your thrills because tomorrow you'll be sitting around getting bored at the endless harp music and smiling mugs all around. So far the only beings I want to be with as long as eternity are animals, mostly rabbits but I'm sure after a thousand years petting and cuddling each of them, I might be ready for another few trips through hell. No doubt this muddy rock in space will still be up for it. I bet the Virus Whisperer and his ugly billionaire demonic cronies will still be hard at it. No cuddly bunnies for them.
"However absent a firm belief in a better afterlife I don't see any point."
Who said there's supposed to be a "point"?
"I think we do this [to t]ake the ride, have your thrills because tomorrow you'll be sitting around getting bored at the endless harp music and smiling mugs all around."
Ah yes, now I think I follow you:
https://www.wanttoknow.info/secret_societies/deep_insider_creation_story
"All of this is a very intricate and skillfully designed game, whereby the One Infinite Creator plays the game of forgetting who it is, so that it can learn to remember, and thus experience itself as Creator, all the way down to us tiny individuated sparks of the All That Is. Off stage and between lives (zero-point time/antimatter universe), we are all great friends, brothers and sisters in the One. Between lives we all have a good laugh about the parts we have performed in the 'play' and have great fun preparing the next chapters to act out."
I say there has to be a point. If I didn't see one, I'd have jumped off this ride long since. Yes, that outlook is one. It worries me a lot. The idea of waking up from a dream full of such richness and a vastly populated universe with so many possibilities, and being just God, alone in the infinite universe of my mind, horrifies me. Then the purpose I guess is to find a companion, someone else with whom to share it all. I don't even want to be that one more soul. I guess I'd just say, hi big guy, thanks for the ride, now if this is all, put me back into something else you imagined and I'll drop in to see you again in a few million years.
"[T]he purpose I guess is to find a companion, someone else with whom to share it all."
Such selfish egocentrism would be unbecoming a good god. If such a monster forced its creations to endure this infernal nightmare, WITHOUT CONSENT, just to assuage its own loneliness, that's no different than rape. This sinister monster might just as well say, "I just wanted a warm, moist vagina to put my dick in, so I didn't feel alone anymore. So I kidnapped a dozen girls, and tied them up in my basement to relieve my loneliness. Over and over. Until they died of their agonizing internal abrasions."
"I guess I'd just say, hi big guy, thanks for the ride, now if this is all, put me back into something else you imagined and I'll drop in to see you again in a few million years."
I wouldn't. I would say, "FUCK. YOU. You sack of shit. Where the fuck do you get off putting me through that fucking nightmare? Leave me the fuck alone, psycho."
That's what I'd say.
^ All bullshit, btw . . .
How would anyone know? I only know two things for sure and faith has nothing to do with either. When I was sixteen and doing biology these two things became the only two things I'd ever know for sure and I doubt anyone can convince me there's more. We experience everything here via our senses. The senses of touch, taste, smell, sound and sight are all like it or not routed through but a single point, that being our brain. Extrapolate to the mind. You may believe a thing is real because you can touch it, see it or smell it. That's just an illusion. Long before Matrix the movie arrived this very possibility had become known to me. The initial realisation knocked me for six as we say. However I quickly realised I am real. This much I am certain about, I think, remember, can create ideas. It took a bit longer though to realise the one other thing I knew to be real. The journey of exploration I have lived has followed this one other thing and still does. I've been though many 'belief systems without losing sight of God. Because God, which I define as the other, as my creator probably but certainly of all the "other" beings which may just be imaginary, a shared illusion of mine and "His" is as real as am I. I can only smile at any of the imaginary beings in this dream trying to assure me God is not real. They may as well tell me I am not and it is as silly to my ears. Everything else is just belief, but that I am real and God, Allah, the creator is real, is an absolute for me. Islam is my final stop in religions because it teaches the best of the rest, without daring to try and define God. Assigning characteristics to Him which I had already discovered is one thing but trying to limit the all and give it a form and character it does not do. So rave on crazy dreams, tell me I am not dreaming and your science proves it and I will just smile beatifically. Like a Buddha. Content in my two certainties.
Hey Former, if you want to go real deep on the topic of "it's all religion," take a look at a book series called "The Secret Doctrine of the Gaon of Vilna" by Joel David Bakst. It concerns the millenarian, messianic agenda of the 18th Century Kabbalah rabbi nicknamed the Gaon ("genius") of Vilna (in Lithuania). In short, even as far back as then, the Kabbalist Hebew Hive Mind had explicit designs to accelerate the messianic "redemption" (conquest) of Earth by means of advanced technology, which would not only enable the Jewish global taeover, but would also transmute the entire planet into the higher plane of existence that preceded Adam's fall in the Garden of Eden.
The inner circles of the global rabbinical hierarchy have designs barely imaginable to the masses...
I second this too. Kind of similar to my own remark above. I've been saying for a while too, that whether or not you believe this stuff, the people pulling the strings do. So it still pays to be informed on their beliefs, if you want to understand their designs.