izmeina: Strange Spiral Clock (Time Turner)
When last month's squiggling frenzy ended, got to thinking that December marks not just the end of Nanowrimo but the beginning of a month with a lot of awful anniversaries. One of them long before my time was the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbour. That got a big look in this year due to the 75th anniversary. It turns out to share the date with the murder of John Lennon way back in 1980.


Of course all of that is ancient history but recently is also a festival of misery. There was the Sandy Hook school massacre back in December 2012. It is frightening to think that even the senseless deaths of so many school children did not trigger a change of heart in the government and public of the USA and certainly not the NRA. Australia had it's own creepy crawly gun man who took hostages at the Lindt cafe in Sydney back in 2014 and hitched his egotistical power trips to the ISIS bandwagon.
Then yet another pair of ISIS wannabees mowed down a bunch of people at a Christmas party last year in San Bernadino California.

And now there is barely time to remember the dead when a whole bunch of new atrocities fill the airwaves and the television screens.
Even when not having a television, it is almost impossible to escape them.

Putin must have studied his Master Stalin well. For he was reputed to have said that one death is a tragedy but a millions deaths are merely statistics.

The scale of the destruction in Syria and Allepo in particular is just too enormous for the normal person to comprehend. But watching a man giving a speech at an art gallery who is shot in the back in cold blood while his killer does a victory dance that would not be out of place in Saturday Night Fever - it was just plain creepy. Even if Andrei Karlov was a minion of Putin and personally responsible for bombing Alleppo back to the stone age which he most likely wasn't, it is still a ghastly way to die.

But the creepiest so far - it sort of reminded me of what the Americans call 9/11. Now that the jihadists find it so much harder to hijack planes they are getting desperate and resorting to hijacking trucks to use as weapons.

The attack was uncannily similar to the one in Nice which has now of course forever tainted Bastille Day for the French.

And now the miserable puritanical Islamic fundamentalists have trashed the wonderful Weihnachtsmarkt. No one does Christmas quite like the Germans. I still get nostalgic for the four years I spent Christmas there even while now being a card carrying member of the Grinch Club. Maybe that is why I signed up. The Oz attempts at doing Christmas are just so sad and pathetic in comparison and pretending that it is winter in the middle of summer just emphasizes the awfulness.

It must have been awful for the Polish truck driver Lukasz Urban who happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time and for his boss who was following the progress of the truck almost in real time and his wife who was getting no replies to her phone calls.

Now Germany will have to copy France and Belgium with extra security measures.

Then there's 21st December which as well as being the solstice is also the anniversary of the Lockerbie terrorist bombing. That seems like centuries ago except of course for the relatives for whom it will always be like yesterday.

Past or present. All paths lead to doom and gloom in December. Here's hoping that the future will not get tainted too. But since fumble fingered potty mouthed petty and vindictive Tyrant Trump and his Schnurrbart minions will soon get his paws on the nuclear codes, the odds are not exactly in our favour.
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The serpent had such grand plans for the day. There were so many options to choose from. There was the party in Hyde Park famous for its Cthulhu trees or the monthly morning meeting of the local Nanowrimo mob who like to squiggle during the other 11 months of the year followed by a visit to my favourite lunatic asylum which is now an arts centre or yet another Fringe festival show or just slinking or lurking around their gorgeous venues and there are just so so many to choose from.
For the less ambitious there was the local shopping centre's Chinese New Year celebrations.

But all of these were laid low by the evil geeks in the Bureau of Meteorology and their grand plans to impress the new boss above with a stinking sizzling whole week of 40+.
Presently it is the pleasant dry kind of heat that just sizzles you to a crisp rather than makes you murderous while you melt in a stinking sticky pool of sweat but with the thermometer expected to stay above 25 all week then a whole bunch of sleepless nights are on the agenda for those folks without air conditioning.

As long as the icky sticky humidity stays away, the heat wave will be just about bearable for a pot bellied python such as Izzie but it is the weeds that are the worry. Been so so proud of the achievement of planting 15 trees since May and managing to keep all except one alive and well all through December and January. But even watering both mornings and evenings over the next week will not be sufficient to guarantee their survival. Once the air temperature goes over 35c most plants get stressed out and go into survival mode and a whole week at 40 is going to be way too much for some of them.

It was just such a heat wave in February of 2012 that was the final straw for a big fat macadamia tree that had been happily living in the Lair for some 10 years or so and had been producing nuts for 3 of those years. I had a proper funeral for the poor thing and used its remains as the basis for a new nut tree patch and vowed to never again let a tree die on my watch.

While lurking in the garden this evening with a glass or two of red and some cheese and crackers, I realized that it was exactly 25 years since a certain significant serpent anniversary. If I had remembered earlier in the day i would have more likely made the effort to slink down to the local shops to buy some brie and a bottle of inky black Wynns Cabernet to celebrate "Dark Mark Day" which to the outside world looked rather like a failed suicide attempt but in a strange way marked the first stirrings of the inner serpent after many years of being neglected and ignored in favour of the fickle gods of reason and logic.

But maybe it is a good thing to spend less time in the past and more in the here and now even if it is a sizzling stinking 40 something.
izmeina: a snippet of Escher's circle of serpents (escher)
The serpent had such grand plans for the day. There were so many options to choose from. There was the party in Hyde Park famous for its Cthulhu trees or the monthly morning meeting of the local Nanowrimo mob who like to squiggle during the other 11 months of the year followed by a visit to my favourite lunatic asylum which is now an arts centre or yet another Fringe festival show or just slinking or lurking around their gorgeous venues and there are just so so many to choose from.
For the less ambitious there was the local shopping centre's Chinese New Year celebrations.

But all of these were laid low by the evil geeks in the Bureau of Meteorology and their grand plans to impress the new boss above with a stinking sizzling whole week of 40+.
Presently it is the pleasant dry kind of heat that just sizzles you to a crisp rather than makes you murderous while you melt in a stinking sticky pool of sweat but with the thermometer expected to stay above 25 all week then a whole bunch of sleepless nights are on the agenda for those folks without air conditioning.

As long as the icky sticky humidity stays away, the heat wave will be just about bearable for a pot bellied python such as Izzie but it is the weeds that are the worry. Been so so proud of the achievement of planting 15 trees since May and managing to keep all except one alive and well all through December and January. But even watering both mornings and evenings over the next week will not be sufficient to guarantee their survival. Once the air temperature goes over 35c most plants get stressed out and go into survival mode and a whole week at 40 is going to be way too much for some of them.

It was just such a heat wave in February of 2012 that was the final straw for a big fat macadamia tree that had been happily living in the Lair for some 10 years or so and had been producing nuts for 3 of those years. I had a proper funeral for the poor thing and used its remains as the basis for a new nut tree patch and vowed to never again let a tree die on my watch.

While lurking in the garden this evening with a glass or two of red and some cheese and crackers, I realized that it was exactly 25 years since a certain significant serpent anniversary. If I had remembered earlier in the day i would have more likely made the effort to slink down to the local shops to buy some brie and a bottle of inky black Wynns Cabernet to celebrate "Dark Mark Day" which to the outside world looked rather like a failed suicide attempt but in a strange way marked the first stirrings of the inner serpent after many years of being neglected and ignored in favour of the fickle gods of reason and logic.

But maybe it is a good thing to spend less time in the past and more in the here and now even if it is a sizzling stinking 40 something.
izmeina: Strange Spiral Clock (Time Turner)
Snatched from Ozfille and Moon Dog who says it far better than this hissing slinking serpent




Yesss. Two years of fear. Two years of the Mad Monk who spends most the time with his jackboot in his mouth spouting 3 word slogans and "National Security" scare campaigns. It's the oldest trick in the book and while the Germans (and Austrians) have figured out it doesn't work, our Tony is far too thick, dimwitted and addicted to power to ever figure it out. "Whatever it takes" is his mantra

You know things are bad when even the New York Times devotes an editorial to the nasty petty meanness of the Mad Monk. (the last mob were also really mean to boat people but they just lacked the cold hearted ruthlessness of this lot)

Or they could have simply written the whole thing as a three word slogan "DIE OF SHAME!!!"

Terrible Tony truly has a thing for boats. When not stopping them, he and his minions are busy trying to turn them into slave ships and then turns around and claims that just ain't so.
He and his minions are claiming that Mr Milby of the North Star cruise company is a liar. This is a bit rich from the guy who the very night before the September 2013 election declared that there would be no cuts to the ABC, healthcare, education etc etc.
If Tony Abbott said that today was Tuesday I would check my calendar.

We can only hope that the by election in two weeks time achieves what the previous sitting candidate Don Randall was not able to achieve when he was still alive back in February - the mad monk's head on a silver platter.

The Lair

Apr. 3rd, 2015 10:10 pm
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It was exactly 17 years ago that a certain serpent came into legal possession of the location known as the Lair.
Friday 3rd April 1998 was a good Friday for Izzie but Easter was actually a week later. It turned out to be a very wise decision despite all the chaos and craziness at the time. A year or so later the mob on the hill in Canberra made some sneaky goblin friendly reforms concerning capital gains which triggered a crazy housing bubble. There’s been the odd pop here and there but even the gloom and doom of 2008 did not knock much stuffing out of the over inflated market.
The days of a burger flipper or pot scrubber buying a roof over her head without too much drama are now long gone. The Great Australian Dream of owning one’s own home has become pretty much unattainable for most folks under forty unless they are prepared to sign up for 30 years of debt slavery.

Weeds and Seeds )
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The powers that be have been boring us all witless with the endless commemorations of the centenary of what used to be called The Great War (or of course, the war to end all wars)
The events started in June and there will likely be at least a good four years of indulgence and nostalgia. One wonders why they even bother since some hundred years on they have not learned any lessons at all from the insane craziness and are once again ever so eager to sign up for the latest overseas adventures.
Strange how no one has spared a second thought for the 75th anniversary of the beginning of another war marked on this very day.

Here's guessing that when they have spent the last dozen years invading Iraq and Afghanistan and now want to do it all over again after a brief intermission, any mention of Poland is just a bit too embarrassing.
Even in a so called democracy, once the bosses start the dog whistling and beating the drums of war, the people fall ever so quickly into line. Even the so called opposition party that normally never misses a chance to take a swipe at the government. They are now all signing up to play for Team Australia and there's hardly a peek about how outrageous it is that once again The Fearless Leader can send the country down the warpath with one phone call from his Lord and Master without any requirement whatsoever to discuss the matter in Parliament.

The Greens and Andrew Wilkie are the only voices out there in the wilderness. Wilkie used to be a spook and went whistleblower over the weapons of mass destruction BS back in 2003. He is the most inconvenient proof about the outrageous lies told at the time no matter how they now try to whitewash the whole saga with talk of the wisdom of 20/20 hindsight in ferreting out all that faulty intelligence.

After the last few months where the talk has been of nothing but slash and burn in order to reduce the debt and deficit incurred by the irresponsible previous government, there is no question about the wisdom of signing over blank cheques to Uncle Sam.

Once again there will be the endless photo opportunities with toy jets and assorted members of the armed forces but should any of them crash and burn, get beheaded or return to Oz stir crazy or with bits missing then they will be given the usual runaround and made to jump through hoops to get any sort of assistance.

Who knows what wars they will be commemorating 100 years from now. That's assuming the planet has not been totally trashed before then.
izmeina: a big eared American eagle listening to everything (conspiracy)
The powers that be have been boring us all witless with the endless commemorations of the centenary of what used to be called The Great War (or of course, the war to end all wars)
The events started in June and there will likely be at least a good four years of indulgence and nostalgia. One wonders why they even bother since some hundred years on they have not learned any lessons at all from the insane craziness and are once again ever so eager to sign up for the latest overseas adventures.
Strange how no one has spared a second thought for the 75th anniversary of the beginning of another war marked on this very day.

Here's guessing that when they have spent the last dozen years invading Iraq and Afghanistan and now want to do it all over again after a brief intermission, any mention of Poland is just a bit too embarrassing.
Even in a so called democracy, once the bosses start the dog whistling and beating the drums of war, the people fall ever so quickly into line. Even the so called opposition party that normally never misses a chance to take a swipe at the government. They are now all signing up to play for Team Australia and there's hardly a peek about how outrageous it is that once again The Fearless Leader can send the country down the warpath with one phone call from his Lord and Master without any requirement whatsoever to discuss the matter in Parliament.

The Greens and Andrew Wilkie are the only voices out there in the wilderness. Wilkie used to be a spook and went whistleblower over the weapons of mass destruction BS back in 2003. He is the most inconvenient proof about the outrageous lies told at the time no matter how they now try to whitewash the whole saga with talk of the wisdom of 20/20 hindsight in ferreting out all that faulty intelligence.

After the last few months where the talk has been of nothing but slash and burn in order to reduce the debt and deficit incurred by the irresponsible previous government, there is no question about the wisdom of signing over blank cheques to Uncle Sam.

Once again there will be the endless photo opportunities with toy jets and assorted members of the armed forces but should any of them crash and burn, get beheaded or return to Oz stir crazy or with bits missing then they will be given the usual runaround and made to jump through hoops to get any sort of assistance.

Who knows what wars they will be commemorating 100 years from now. That's assuming the planet has not been totally trashed before then.
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If the fates had ignored a certain serpent then today I would have been marking 19 years of servitude in Salazar’s Sanatorium for Superannuated Sorcerers. Also known as the day job.
Thanks to the intervention of a certain toad, the clock stopped just short of 17.5 years. The loss of those 500 plus hours of accumulated sick leave still peeves me to this very day.

The grand plan back in May 2012 was to pay off a $25,000 mortgage in 250 days. The simple act of creating this deadline provided the motivation to nuke half of the total in less than one week. I raided several nest eggs to achieve this aim. This was largely inspired by the Queen of Cane Toads slowly and steadily picking off the old house elves one by one. The place was becoming so toxic, it was time to make plans to join the rest of the rats leaving the sinking ship.

A toadish tale )
izmeina: Roz with clipboard from Monsters Inc (monsters inc)
If the fates had ignored a certain serpent then today I would have been marking 19 years of servitude in Salazar’s Sanatorium for Superannuated Sorcerers. Also known as the day job.
Thanks to the intervention of a certain toad, the clock stopped just short of 17.5 years. The loss of those 500 plus hours of accumulated sick leave still peeves me to this very day.

The grand plan back in May 2012 was to pay off a $25,000 mortgage in 250 days. The simple act of creating this deadline provided the motivation to nuke half of the total in less than one week. I raided several nest eggs to achieve this aim. This was largely inspired by the Queen of Cane Toads slowly and steadily picking off the old house elves one by one. The place was becoming so toxic, it was time to make plans to join the rest of the rats leaving the sinking ship.

A toadish tale )

20

Nov. 19th, 2013 11:40 pm
izmeina: (Default)
How time flies when you are having fun. It seems like centuries ago but only yesterday that the serpent set foot on this ancient land exactly twenty years ago after a long long unwilling absence

So what is there to show for 20 years of slinking about in Oz?

On the material front there is the Lair fully paid off 15 years after moving in. The Days of the Great Australian Dream are over for most of the younger folks of this land. Izzie was one of the lucky ones
Times have changed so much. From arriving as a penniless serpent in debt to the Dursleys to pay back the airfare over here to paying off all the bills and saving up a big fat deposit for a house in less than 3 years

In those days this was a land of milk and honey. Even a relatively unambitious creature with a job flipping burgers could afford to buy their very own little castle in a suburb not too far out of town.
There was such a glut of rental properties that real estate agents were offering several weeks rent free

Then came the goblins and the mining boom. It was from 2006 onwards that it got really crazy. Before that you could buy lots with your dollar but it was worse than worthless overseas. Now it can buy lots over there and is pretty much useless here
And to buy that burger flipper's house now required two middle class incomes.

There's been one Grand European Tour and lots of yoyo years and the last two have been nasties. The first trashed by a certain toad who tossed the Izzie on the scrap heap. Been stuck there for far longer than necessary. Only now finally getting around to picking up the pieces and creating an identity independent of a certain 17 years of house elf slavery. Slavery is not quite the right word except for the last four years there after the Goblin Invasion. That's when the place went from nice to neutral and then downright toxic

But one thing is certain. Life seems so pointless without a purpose. No job and no mortgage sounds like heaven but without either there's simply no reason to get up in the morning. It was not an issue during the months of April, July and two Novembers but for the rest of the time it was a very big deal indeed

The two new zombie jobs have made all the difference in the world. And soon they'll be there long enough to be added to any future resume

So 2014 will be devoted to adding other grand projects and purposes to replace what the old toad snatched and trashed

Then there's all the politics. This land has gotten so much meaner and nastier in the last 20 years. The rot seemed to start some time in 2001 but by the end of that year it had become irreversible

That's about the time that the crazy war cult started and now it has become almost a national religion

It's hard to know whether it is disturbing or reassuring to see that power exerts the pretty much the same influence on people where ever they are in the world

If the Izzie lives to celebrate the passing of the next 20 years there will have been some seriously big birthday parties. 200 years since the founding of Dursleyville, 400 years since the sinking of the Batavia (and before that the founding of the Dutch East India Company - the first ever floated on the stock exchange as we know it) and a whole bunch of others

Got no intention of waiting that long for the big parties so decided to start early this November

Still only just over one day ahead on the target Nanowrimo word count of 33,333 so the big catch ups on posts and comments in Dreamwidth and Livejournal land once again get put on the long finger

20

Nov. 19th, 2013 11:40 pm
izmeina: a snippet of Escher's circle of serpents (serpent)
How time flies when you are having fun. It seems like centuries ago but only yesterday that the serpent set foot on this ancient land exactly twenty years ago after a long long unwilling absence

So what is there to show for 20 years of slinking about in Oz?

On the material front there is the Lair fully paid off 15 years after moving in. The Days of the Great Australian Dream are over for most of the younger folks of this land. Izzie was one of the lucky ones
Times have changed so much. From arriving as a penniless serpent in debt to the Dursleys to pay back the airfare over here to paying off all the bills and saving up a big fat deposit for a house in less than 3 years

In those days this was a land of milk and honey. Even a relatively unambitious creature with a job flipping burgers could afford to buy their very own little castle in a suburb not too far out of town.
There was such a glut of rental properties that real estate agents were offering several weeks rent free

Then came the goblins and the mining boom. It was from 2006 onwards that it got really crazy. Before that you could buy lots with your dollar but it was worse than worthless overseas. Now it can buy lots over there and is pretty much useless here
And to buy that burger flipper's house now required two middle class incomes.

There's been one Grand European Tour and lots of yoyo years and the last two have been nasties. The first trashed by a certain toad who tossed the Izzie on the scrap heap. Been stuck there for far longer than necessary. Only now finally getting around to picking up the pieces and creating an identity independent of a certain 17 years of house elf slavery. Slavery is not quite the right word except for the last four years there after the Goblin Invasion. That's when the place went from nice to neutral and then downright toxic

But one thing is certain. Life seems so pointless without a purpose. No job and no mortgage sounds like heaven but without either there's simply no reason to get up in the morning. It was not an issue during the months of April, July and two Novembers but for the rest of the time it was a very big deal indeed

The two new zombie jobs have made all the difference in the world. And soon they'll be there long enough to be added to any future resume

So 2014 will be devoted to adding other grand projects and purposes to replace what the old toad snatched and trashed

Then there's all the politics. This land has gotten so much meaner and nastier in the last 20 years. The rot seemed to start some time in 2001 but by the end of that year it had become irreversible

That's about the time that the crazy war cult started and now it has become almost a national religion

It's hard to know whether it is disturbing or reassuring to see that power exerts the pretty much the same influence on people where ever they are in the world

If the Izzie lives to celebrate the passing of the next 20 years there will have been some seriously big birthday parties. 200 years since the founding of Dursleyville, 400 years since the sinking of the Batavia (and before that the founding of the Dutch East India Company - the first ever floated on the stock exchange as we know it) and a whole bunch of others

Got no intention of waiting that long for the big parties so decided to start early this November

Still only just over one day ahead on the target Nanowrimo word count of 33,333 so the big catch ups on posts and comments in Dreamwidth and Livejournal land once again get put on the long finger
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A certain anniversary occurred today. The serpent was not around at the time but has good reason to suspect that 28th August 1963 was also a Wednesday. Radio National has been celebrating for the last few weeks. The event in question was the civil rights march on Washington where the preacher Martin Luther King gave his “I have a dream” speech

Today’s radio story talked about the events in the 1950s including the bus boycotts and sit ins. I grew up with the images of the water hoses and snarling dogs let loose upon the protestors. Especially interesting was the tactic of non violent resistance which is much harder than it looks. Suppressing one’s natural impulse to beat the shit out of anyone who hits you or spits in your face would take a serious amount of self discipline.

Half a century later it still gets rated as one of the best speeches of all time in the English speaking world. You don’t have to be black, American or Christian to appreciate its elegance and passion. You probably don’t even need to understand English to appreciate its significance as it depends so much on repetition of ideas rather than rhyming for its effect so would probably do well in translation


It was so unusual to find a leader who did not want to play by the old rules of ‘Divide and conquer’ or “If you are not with us, you are against us” and the old favourite “Four legs good, two legs bad”
The idea of appealing to the better side of not just your own followers but your oppressor too and actually getting results that way was truly unusual and inspiring. Dr King had well and truly been studying the power tactics of Jesus Christ

Some 45 years later along comes Barack Obama with the beautiful voice and eloquent speeches. But they turned out to be all hot air and empty words. Even worse, he wants to build his heavenly city with stones stolen from its very foundation. Recent events in Cairo have made such a mockery of his words there some years ago.

Not so pretty Polly Waffle )

PS Updated to include two dream kitchen make overs for the Lodge

Kitchen Cabinets and other cute IKEA accessories
izmeina: a big eared American eagle listening to everything (conspiracy)
A certain anniversary occurred today. The serpent was not around at the time but has good reason to suspect that 28th August 1963 was also a Wednesday. Radio National has been celebrating for the last few weeks. The event in question was the civil rights march on Washington where the preacher Martin Luther King gave his “I have a dream” speech

Today’s radio story talked about the events in the 1950s including the bus boycotts and sit ins. I grew up with the images of the water hoses and snarling dogs let loose upon the protestors. Especially interesting was the tactic of non violent resistance which is much harder than it looks. Suppressing one’s natural impulse to beat the shit out of anyone who hits you or spits in your face would take a serious amount of self discipline.

Half a century later it still gets rated as one of the best speeches of all time in the English speaking world. You don’t have to be black, American or Christian to appreciate its elegance and passion. You probably don’t even need to understand English to appreciate its significance as it depends so much on repetition of ideas rather than rhyming for its effect so would probably do well in translation


It was so unusual to find a leader who did not want to play by the old rules of ‘Divide and conquer’ or “If you are not with us, you are against us” and the old favourite “Four legs good, two legs bad”
The idea of appealing to the better side of not just your own followers but your oppressor too and actually getting results that way was truly unusual and inspiring. Dr King had well and truly been studying the power tactics of Jesus Christ

Some 45 years later along comes Barack Obama with the beautiful voice and eloquent speeches. But they turned out to be all hot air and empty words. Even worse, he wants to build his heavenly city with stones stolen from its very foundation. Recent events in Cairo have made such a mockery of his words there some years ago.

Not so pretty Polly Waffle )

PS Updated to include two dream kitchen make overs for the Lodge

Kitchen Cabinets and other cute IKEA accessories
izmeina: (Default)
The silence is almost deafening. It is strange how the local media considered a certain anniversary worthy of attention only in the last week or so when back in 2011 some three months before September, there was so much talk about the Twin Towers and 9/11 in general

Back in 2002 and early 2003 there was no escape from the drama in Iraq and now you have to go pretty much sniffing the story out on the mainstream media. But there are notable exceptions (Robert Fisk is still the voice in the Wilderness that no one listens to until some twenty years later)

Having followed events in that bit of the world ever since the 1979 Valentine’s Day arrival of a certain Ayatollah, it’s been rather a roller coaster ride. But the six months or so leading up to the American invasion of Iraq in March 2003 (with the then Australian prime minister not just grovelling along but baying for blood with the worst of them) must have been the most amazing example ever of Doublethink, double standards or maybe just plain old fashioned hypocrisy

Doubleplusungood )
izmeina: spooky shadowy squid (shadow)
The silence is almost deafening. It is strange how the local media considered a certain anniversary worthy of attention only in the last week or so when back in 2011 some three months before September, there was so much talk about the Twin Towers and 9/11 in general

Back in 2002 and early 2003 there was no escape from the drama in Iraq and now you have to go pretty much sniffing the story out on the mainstream media. But there are notable exceptions (Robert Fisk is still the voice in the Wilderness that no one listens to until some twenty years later)

Having followed events in that bit of the world ever since the 1979 Valentine’s Day arrival of a certain Ayatollah, it’s been rather a roller coaster ride. But the six months or so leading up to the American invasion of Iraq in March 2003 (with the then Australian prime minister not just grovelling along but baying for blood with the worst of them) must have been the most amazing example ever of Doublethink, double standards or maybe just plain old fashioned hypocrisy

Doubleplusungood )
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After eleven years occupying space in a certain miserable muggle’s skull, it seems silly to continue the pretense that this is nothing but a temporary tenancy.
It is time for the serpent to come out of the broom cupboard proclaiming squatter's rights and triumphantly waving her title deeds
As of today the inner creature known as Izzie the serpent is declaring the right to be the main player and first person protagonist in any future adventures
There have been others who have attempted to claim this role. In the last year certain toads, cockroaches, goblins and jellyfish have overwhelmed and subdued the inner serpent and let other reptilian idiots run riot causing all sorts of chaos and mayhem. But those days are now ancient history

This house is no longer divided.

Due to circumstances beyond my control
I am now master of my fate and captain of my soul
izmeina: smiling serpent (zmeya)
After eleven years occupying space in a certain miserable muggle’s skull, it seems silly to continue the pretense that this is nothing but a temporary tenancy.
It is time for the serpent to come out of the broom cupboard proclaiming squatter's rights and triumphantly waving her title deeds
As of today the inner creature known as Izzie the serpent is declaring the right to be the main player and first person protagonist in any future adventures
There have been others who have attempted to claim this role. In the last year certain toads, cockroaches, goblins and jellyfish have overwhelmed and subdued the inner serpent and let other reptilian idiots run riot causing all sorts of chaos and mayhem. But those days are now ancient history

This house is no longer divided.

Due to circumstances beyond my control
I am now master of my fate and captain of my soul

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