Saturday, December 10, 2022

mihai.... please darling

I am confortably numb. Ready. Come get me. Dance me to the end of love.

Monday, November 14, 2022

12 years on...

These posts from a decade ago are no longer warnings; they are realities we have come to accept as part of our world. Moreover, we have the more pressing issue of nuclear suicide to distract us from the more subtle control of govt over even our biological functions and medical records. Well done. We have democratically arrived at slavery. And we chose it. Aren't we grand? I have travelled cosmic distances in my learning in 10 years...have asked more questions (tho i knew the danger of horrible answers) because I just cannot stop wondering about now, about why, about myself in the midst of this apocalypse. Truly, sometimes the monsters under the bed, really are monsters. And many know this truth just before they are vanquished, helpless to save themselves or warn others. The stories abound everywhere with the actual horror of victims' deaths, redacted by our own minds. Redacted because we cannot bear to empathize with the dying and keep on living with hope.

Saturday, September 4, 2010

Shoes and eggs thrown at Blair

Saturday, 4 September 2010
Belfast Telegraph


[Yeahhhh! My personal choice would have been a wellie. Good job lads.]


Tony Blair appears on The Late Show at RTE TV studios in Dublin

Shoes and eggs have been pelted at Tony Blair as he attended his first book signing in the Irish Republic.

The missiles, which were thrown by anti-war protesters, did not hit the former prime minister as he arrived at a bookshop in Dublin.

Activists clashed with Gardai as they tried to push down a security barrier outside the Eason store on O'Connell Street.


Read more

Arrests made at Blair booksigning in Dublin
By the CNN Wire Staff
September 4, 2010
BBC


Blair pelted with eggs in Dublin
Al Jazeera Video

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Oil all gone! Bippity boppity boo.

Has anyone noticed how the 'Oil spill' just vanished from mainstream media? Crisis over. Look this way to ring number three, folks, where we have Glenn Beck performing his high wire act on a teabag string.

I do not think for a nanosecond that the absence of coverage of the continuing effects of the BP oil spill is accidental. The ghastly consequences of the toxic soup in the Gulf is just beginning to be uncovered.

Though the mainstream media has found another side show to preoccupy Americans, people who live in the South continue to present their evidence on the net, through Youtube, local newspapers, radio shows, blogs and newsites.


Following here is a list of scores of links which I keep, as of today, updated presenting information and real experiences conveniently omitted from mainstream media menus. For links prior to September 1, 2010, see here.



EXCLUSIVE: Tests find sickened family has 50.3 ppm of Corexit’s 2-butoxyethanol in swimming pool — JUST ONE HOUR NORTH OF TAMPA (lab report included)
August 30th, 2010
Levels over 2.6 ppm of corexit are considered toxic.

Is Using Dispersants on the BP Gulf Oil Spill Fighting Pollution with Pollution? - Scientific American Journal
It remains unclear what impact chemical dispersants will have on sea life--and only the massive, uncontrolled experiment being run in the Gulf of Mexico will tell


Miles of Dead Fish in lower Plaquemines by jackbnimblenquic Aug 31, 2010


Uncovering Lies About Disappearing Oil And Toxic Dispersants Found In BP Gulf Oil Spill Waters Opened For Fishing


Tuesday, August 31, 2010

The cost of war to your (USA) town: interactive site

It's very fun, if not funny: really, try it. Right click 'open in new tab' if the sizing is distorted.

Welcome

All blogs are really just small snapshots of a person's mind, heart and soul as they evolve together through life....

Small bits of the thread of life we weave together into the fabric of ourselves, in the hope we will make sense of our existence, individual and collective.

On this page, is the cloak I have fashioned from my fabric to warm myself in a universe which often makes little sense.

Inside my cloak, it is warm enough to face the blistering cold winds of the insane world in which I find myself.

If you find some a bit of 'the good stuff' here, it has been my pleasure.