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Izzie has been a bad bad serpent. Those resolutions to adopt no new books after the serpent birthday did not last long. It's hardly surprising when one of the day jobs involves sorting, pricing and shelving books in a charity shop. Truth be told, it's a bit like an alcoholic working in a bottle shop.

Only one week ago I got my paws on a big fat hardback from Paul Barry with the title "Going for Broke" which was all about the biggest baddest of the local corporate cowboys from the dark days of the 1980s.
As Warren Buffet likes to say - it's only when the tide goes out that you find out who has been swimming naked. Stock market crashes have a way of bringing down the high and mighty from their towers which often turn out to be houses of cards built on quicksand. So the October 1987 crash marked the beginning of the end for one Alan Bond and his end just happened to arrive yesterday. He died from complications following heart surgery. He made it to 77 after a miraculous 'recovery' from Alzheimers and outlives just about all his fellow high flyers, con artists and crooks.

Maybe it's schadenfreude or the inner socialist but I just love stories of goblins, lawyers and bankers especially when they got tossed from their ivory towers built on the immortal last words "Things are different this time".

Another little gem, much shabbier and the worse for wear is a very tattered battered book from 1857 with the intriguing title "Notes to the Book of Revelations" by one Alfred Barnes. The book was published in New York. Massachusetts or Vermont would have been much more interesting.

So far there has been no interesting notes or formulae scribbled in the margins in a book where one line of the original text is explained by about twenty lines of commentary.

I am so looking forward to reading the assorted theories of The Beast and its number since Aleister Crowley had not even been born at the time of publishing.

The notes could provide all sorts of inspiration for an assortment of religious cults. Along with the spooky "Lovecraft's Monsters", James Herbert's "The Rats" and another ancient resurrected tale from the local library "The King in Yellow" here is hoping that there's will be lots of ideas to snaffle and toss into the serpent's giant steaming cauldron of stories.
Now it is such a pity that we cannot add the Transpacific Partnership protocols to that reading list. It's just a bit too dark and arcane for ordinary mortal serpents.

Now why don't those nice librarians at the Miskatonic University offer some of their vast collection of delightful tomes as ebooks? The Necronomicon would look so cute on a kindle. Since they are too mean (or is it just plain old fashioned?) to even offer online courses, it looks like I will need to get my fix of online weirdness from more mundane institutions like MIT

Looking forward to a fun two months of time travel and other wicked twisted intellectual adventures.
izmeina: (oro)
Izzie has been a bad bad serpent. Those resolutions to adopt no new books after the serpent birthday did not last long. It's hardly surprising when one of the day jobs involves sorting, pricing and shelving books in a charity shop. Truth be told, it's a bit like an alcoholic working in a bottle shop.

Only one week ago I got my paws on a big fat hardback from Paul Barry with the title "Going for Broke" which was all about the biggest baddest of the local corporate cowboys from the dark days of the 1980s.
As Warren Buffet likes to say - it's only when the tide goes out that you find out who has been swimming naked. Stock market crashes have a way of bringing down the high and mighty from their towers which often turn out to be houses of cards built on quicksand. So the October 1987 crash marked the beginning of the end for one Alan Bond and his end just happened to arrive yesterday. He died from complications following heart surgery. He made it to 77 after a miraculous 'recovery' from Alzheimers and outlives just about all his fellow high flyers, con artists and crooks.

Maybe it's schadenfreude or the inner socialist but I just love stories of goblins, lawyers and bankers especially when they got tossed from their ivory towers built on the immortal last words "Things are different this time".

Another little gem, much shabbier and the worse for wear is a very tattered battered book from 1857 with the intriguing title "Notes to the Book of Revelations" by one Alfred Barnes. The book was published in New York. Massachusetts or Vermont would have been much more interesting.

So far there has been no interesting notes or formulae scribbled in the margins in a book where one line of the original text is explained by about twenty lines of commentary.

I am so looking forward to reading the assorted theories of The Beast and its number since Aleister Crowley had not even been born at the time of publishing.

The notes could provide all sorts of inspiration for an assortment of religious cults. Along with the spooky "Lovecraft's Monsters", James Herbert's "The Rats" and another ancient resurrected tale from the local library "The King in Yellow" here is hoping that there's will be lots of ideas to snaffle and toss into the serpent's giant steaming cauldron of stories.
Now it is such a pity that we cannot add the Transpacific Partnership protocols to that reading list. It's just a bit too dark and arcane for ordinary mortal serpents.

Now why don't those nice librarians at the Miskatonic University offer some of their vast collection of delightful tomes as ebooks? The Necronomicon would look so cute on a kindle. Since they are too mean (or is it just plain old fashioned?) to even offer online courses, it looks like I will need to get my fix of online weirdness from more mundane institutions like MIT

Looking forward to a fun two months of time travel and other wicked twisted intellectual adventures.
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Good Friday is always an interesting day to go slinking about in the city as the place is pretty much a ghost town. There’s the usual hordes of tourists looking like stunned mullets when they discover that the only places open are the churches and McDonalds.
The smart ones abandon any plans of shopping and go for picnics or barbecues in the parks and by the river.

The serpent routine also takes account of the strangeness. In fact that is what makes the day so special. The usual routine is to go to the old Wesley church in the city for the annual Stations of the Cross art exhibition before slinking over to the east side of the city to lurk around the old streets and the historical graveyard on a hill. There’s also a park on the way with bunya trees. This time of year the nuts are on the ground ready for the picking. They can best be described as pine nuts on steroids. They are the size of avocado stones but that’s just the seeds. The actual pine cones are likely the size of a durian fruit and could be very painful if one fell on top of you.

strange gods )

Many years ago Stephen King’s “Dead Zone” was one of these Good Friday spooky books and the one that started the tradition. It was really creepy remembering the grass and the graveyard and all the surrounding areas from the days when it was a wasteland all blanketed in snow. There was snow storms and blizzards in the story and it was all so vivid that I seen them in the real world too. And like seeing Bugs Bunny at Disney World, snow in April or even in June is completely impossible in this bit of Oz.

But in the world of imagination all things are possible and that is the most scary idea of all.
izmeina: creepy spooky old house infested with crawling critters (spooky)
Good Friday is always an interesting day to go slinking about in the city as the place is pretty much a ghost town. There’s the usual hordes of tourists looking like stunned mullets when they discover that the only places open are the churches and McDonalds.
The smart ones abandon any plans of shopping and go for picnics or barbecues in the parks and by the river.

The serpent routine also takes account of the strangeness. In fact that is what makes the day so special. The usual routine is to go to the old Wesley church in the city for the annual Stations of the Cross art exhibition before slinking over to the east side of the city to lurk around the old streets and the historical graveyard on a hill. There’s also a park on the way with bunya trees. This time of year the nuts are on the ground ready for the picking. They can best be described as pine nuts on steroids. They are the size of avocado stones but that’s just the seeds. The actual pine cones are likely the size of a durian fruit and could be very painful if one fell on top of you.

strange gods )

Many years ago Stephen King’s “Dead Zone” was one of these Good Friday spooky books and the one that started the tradition. It was really creepy remembering the grass and the graveyard and all the surrounding areas from the days when it was a wasteland all blanketed in snow. There was snow storms and blizzards in the story and it was all so vivid that I seen them in the real world too. And like seeing Bugs Bunny at Disney World, snow in April or even in June is completely impossible in this bit of Oz.

But in the world of imagination all things are possible and that is the most scary idea of all.
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Easter is a strange time in Oz. Unlike Christmas this is one holiday transplanted here that actually works. While in Europe it is all about spring and the return of life after a long cold and dark winter plus of course all the Christian stuff overlaid on top. In this bit of Oz new life returns after undergoing up to three months of hell also known as our sizzling scorching summers where just about every living thing gets nearly nuked

Been lucky this year. Since the equinox every single day has been simply gorgeous weatherwise. It has been sunny but not too hot and the evenings are cooling down nicely. After a day or two of decent rain there’s all sorts of leaves popping even where they had not been planted. We have been known to get the odd 35 celsius even at this time of year but we seem to have been spared that particular replay of hell this time around.

Monsters, misery, doom and gloom )

So it will be a whole year now till the next socially sanctioned fix of doom and gloom, despair and misery followed by a happy clappy day of pigging out on chocolate
izmeina: (Default)
Easter is a strange time in Oz. Unlike Christmas this is one holiday transplanted here that actually works. While in Europe it is all about spring and the return of life after a long cold and dark winter plus of course all the Christian stuff overlaid on top. In this bit of Oz new life returns after undergoing up to three months of hell also known as our sizzling scorching summers where just about every living thing gets nearly nuked

Been lucky this year. Since the equinox every single day has been simply gorgeous weatherwise. It has been sunny but not too hot and the evenings are cooling down nicely. After a day or two of decent rain there’s all sorts of leaves popping even where they had not been planted. We have been known to get the odd 35 celsius even at this time of year but we seem to have been spared that particular replay of hell this time around.

Monsters, misery, doom and gloom )

So it will be a whole year now till the next socially sanctioned fix of doom and gloom, despair and misery followed by a happy clappy day of pigging out on chocolate
izmeina: tree and serpent lurking, permaculture logo (egg)
Easter is a strange time in Oz. Unlike Christmas this is one holiday transplanted here that actually works. While in Europe it is all about spring and the return of life after a long cold and dark winter plus of course all the Christian stuff overlaid on top. In this bit of Oz new life returns after undergoing up to three months of hell also known as our sizzling scorching summers where just about every living thing gets nearly nuked

Been lucky this year. Since the equinox every single day has been simply gorgeous weatherwise. It has been sunny but not too hot and the evenings are cooling down nicely. After a day or two of decent rain there’s all sorts of leaves popping even where they had not been planted. We have been known to get the odd 35 celsius even at this time of year but we seem to have been spared that particular replay of hell this time around.

Monsters, misery, doom and gloom )

So it will be a whole year now till the next socially sanctioned fix of doom and gloom, despair and misery followed by a happy clappy day of pigging out on chocolate
izmeina: (Noodles uber alles)
Izzie’s been a busy but flustered serpent of late. The stinking sizzling weather is gone and there’s even been lots of rain lately. But in spite of all this good stuff just cannot snap out of this present state of doomy gloomy awfulizing. Been so many dramas with the ant man, dodgy taps and the roof repairs that just seem to be dragging on and on and now we will soon be in the middle of the rainy season. All this shit should have been finished on their first visit in early February

So much gossip and so little squiggled. Been taking a peek in the old Pensieve from many moons ago and could not help but think that way back in 2003 and 2004 with two jobs and three subjects at uni and no computer or internet in the Lair, managed to squiggle far more stuff in Livejournal land than now with all the time in the world and a Big Mac with its very own Portkey to the magical world of Cyberia

Had so much fun back in 2005 putting bets on the new owner of the ‘Fisherman’s Shoes’ Almost as a joke and sign of utter evilness was hoping that a certain Joseph Ratzinger would get the top job. It’s up there with Barack Obama or Henry Kissinger getting the Nobel Peace Prize

This time had the old forked tongue crossed for George Pell for Pope and Tony Abbott for the Lodge (there’s a federal election in Oz this September. It’s already been nicknamed the Yom Kippur election due to the impeccable timing)

Lucky it was only Monopoly money as the silly bugger blew his chances by claiming that the Papal resignation was setting a bad precedent and was ‘just not cricket’
So we end up with some outsider who bears an uncanny resemblance to one Alberto Luciano. If it is more than skin deep he will definitely not last long in that job. Only got a proper peek at the papers today but it was the big story all yesterday.
The minute I heard he was going to take the name Francis was very impressed. Francis of Assisi must be the nearest thing that Christianity has to a Buddha.
Was ever so amused how the only local journalist who saw any significance in this was one Walid Ali - a card carrying Muslim! Turns out that he had thought of a second Francis. Had forgotten about the Xavier fellow. Must go googling Francis Xavier. Always getting him mixed up with Ignatius Loyola.
Here’s hoping that he will resurrect liberation theology and all the left wing stuff that his predecessors wanted dead, buried and cremated.
Bring it back from the dead. Zombie theology is just what the world needs right now. Maybe he will even restore Anthony De Mello to the pantheon of saints where he belongs. His predecessor said such awful things about him and that was how Ratzi first appeared on the Izzie radar

Anthony de Mello was the Peter Cundall of Catholicism

Not that it should matter to this agnostic serpent. The Roman Church has become rather known for all the wrong sort of stuff lately - the stuffy bureaucratic old boys club that considers looking after its own much more important than doing the right thing and the whole obsession with sex, suffering and virgin mothers. But one thing that they do brilliantly is smells and bells. Religion without rituals is just missing a certain something.

And of course it was these lovely folks who brought us the Inquisition which reminds this serpent of a recent request for questions from an online friend

An Inquisition Meme

Izzie doesn’t do many of these lately. There’s way too many other distractions. But now and again a nosy Inquisitor comes along with ways and means of persuading serpents to respond. It was even tempting to answer some of the questions she gave to her other victims

The Dinner party is always an interesting and revealing hypothetical

Serpent Snippets )
izmeina: (Noodles uber alles)
Izzie’s been a busy but flustered serpent of late. The stinking sizzling weather is gone and there’s even been lots of rain lately. But in spite of all this good stuff just cannot snap out of this present state of doomy gloomy awfulizing. Been so many dramas with the ant man, dodgy taps and the roof repairs that just seem to be dragging on and on and now we will soon be in the middle of the rainy season. All this shit should have been finished on their first visit in early February

So much gossip and so little squiggled. Been taking a peek in the old Pensieve from many moons ago and could not help but think that way back in 2003 and 2004 with two jobs and three subjects at uni and no computer or internet in the Lair, managed to squiggle far more stuff in Livejournal land than now with all the time in the world and a Big Mac with its very own Portkey to the magical world of Cyberia

Had so much fun back in 2005 putting bets on the new owner of the ‘Fisherman’s Shoes’ Almost as a joke and sign of utter evilness was hoping that a certain Joseph Ratzinger would get the top job. It’s up there with Barack Obama or Henry Kissinger getting the Nobel Peace Prize

This time had the old forked tongue crossed for George Pell for Pope and Tony Abbott for the Lodge (there’s a federal election in Oz this September. It’s already been nicknamed the Yom Kippur election due to the impeccable timing)

Lucky it was only Monopoly money as the silly bugger blew his chances by claiming that the Papal resignation was setting a bad precedent and was ‘just not cricket’
So we end up with some outsider who bears an uncanny resemblance to one Alberto Luciano. If it is more than skin deep he will definitely not last long in that job. Only got a proper peek at the papers today but it was the big story all yesterday.
The minute I heard he was going to take the name Francis was very impressed. Francis of Assisi must be the nearest thing that Christianity has to a Buddha.
Was ever so amused how the only local journalist who saw any significance in this was one Walid Ali - a card carrying Muslim! Turns out that he had thought of a second Francis. Had forgotten about the Xavier fellow. Must go googling Francis Xavier. Always getting him mixed up with Ignatius Loyola.
Here’s hoping that he will resurrect liberation theology and all the left wing stuff that his predecessors wanted dead, buried and cremated.
Bring it back from the dead. Zombie theology is just what the world needs right now. Maybe he will even restore Anthony De Mello to the pantheon of saints where he belongs. His predecessor said such awful things about him and that was how Ratzi first appeared on the Izzie radar

Anthony de Mello was the Peter Cundall of Catholicism

Not that it should matter to this agnostic serpent. The Roman Church has become rather known for all the wrong sort of stuff lately - the stuffy bureaucratic old boys club that considers looking after its own much more important than doing the right thing and the whole obsession with sex, suffering and virgin mothers. But one thing that they do brilliantly is smells and bells. Religion without rituals is just missing a certain something.

And of course it was these lovely folks who brought us the Inquisition which reminds this serpent of a recent request for questions from an online friend

An Inquisition Meme

Izzie doesn’t do many of these lately. There’s way too many other distractions. But now and again a nosy Inquisitor comes along with ways and means of persuading serpents to respond. It was even tempting to answer some of the questions she gave to her other victims

The Dinner party is always an interesting and revealing hypothetical

Serpent Snippets )
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The Emissary of the Beast was in town this week. A strange collection of creepy paintings is doing the tour down under and dreary old Dursleyville is its first port of call. A sure sign that the apocalypse must be close at hand

This serpent read all about it in the local paper from Tuesday 27th November which stated that the show would be opening on Friday 30th. Uncultured creature that is the Izzie, did not realize this meant a proper evening cocktail party with canapes. So turned up at 3pm for a peek only to be told that this was indeed the case. But the nice gallery owner who was busy unpacking bottles and wine glasses let the Izzie have a quick slink to drool over the beastliness.
Duly visited the website as the little flyers announced there would be various lectures and other events over the duration of the exhibition

Delightful events such as the performance of a Gnostic ‘Mass’ courtesy of the local chapter of the OTO and the temptingly titled “Introduction to the Beast” given by a member of the aforementioned Order.

The Summoning of the Beast )

As one contributor rightly said - to call The Beast the wickedest man in Britain if not the world when he was a contemporary of such paragons of virtue as Stalin and Hitler is really rather ridiculous and demonstrates a seriously strange sense of morality
There was a lot of quotes from The Beast himself. Seemed like he was never happier than when he was taking the piss out of the establishment in all its incarnations. He seemed far more like The Fool or the Court Jester than the Devil Incarnate. And then there’s the snark. There’s so much that you wouldn’t know where to start quoting

The inside cover of this book had a picture of him on a throne dressed in his ceremonial robes looking extremely fat and fugly presiding over some ritual sacrifice of a black cat and the image of a woman who escaped his evil clutches. He had a round moon face and an enormous pudgy nose and piggy eyes and looked exactly like the sort of monster that you would expect to find on the front page of “Der Sturmer”

Izzie was one of the very last people to leave the exhibition and just as we got to the stairs the curator handed over a copy of this blue book of The Legend as ‘a gift’

This was most appreciated indeed as the Izzie had already decided to be a good good serpent and to resist such delicious temptations. Thanks to the old toad, the days of indulging in such luxuries are over and must be resisted especially as nearly all this stuff is available for free online.

It must be an Omen
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The Emissary of the Beast was in town this week. A strange collection of creepy paintings is doing the tour down under and dreary old Dursleyville is its first port of call. A sure sign that the apocalypse must be close at hand

This serpent read all about it in the local paper from Tuesday 27th November which stated that the show would be opening on Friday 30th. Uncultured creature that is the Izzie, did not realize this meant a proper evening cocktail party with canapes. So turned up at 3pm for a peek only to be told that this was indeed the case. But the nice gallery owner who was busy unpacking bottles and wine glasses let the Izzie have a quick slink to drool over the beastliness.
Duly visited the website as the little flyers announced there would be various lectures and other events over the duration of the exhibition

Delightful events such as the performance of a Gnostic ‘Mass’ courtesy of the local chapter of the OTO and the temptingly titled “Introduction to the Beast” given by a member of the aforementioned Order.

The Summoning of the Beast )

As one contributor rightly said - to call The Beast the wickedest man in Britain if not the world when he was a contemporary of such paragons of virtue as Stalin and Hitler is really rather ridiculous and demonstrates a seriously strange sense of morality
There was a lot of quotes from The Beast himself. Seemed like he was never happier than when he was taking the piss out of the establishment in all its incarnations. He seemed far more like The Fool or the Court Jester than the Devil Incarnate. And then there’s the snark. There’s so much that you wouldn’t know where to start quoting

The inside cover of this book had a picture of him on a throne dressed in his ceremonial robes looking extremely fat and fugly presiding over some ritual sacrifice of a black cat and the image of a woman who escaped his evil clutches. He had a round moon face and an enormous pudgy nose and piggy eyes and looked exactly like the sort of monster that you would expect to find on the front page of “Der Sturmer”

Izzie was one of the very last people to leave the exhibition and just as we got to the stairs the curator handed over a copy of this blue book of The Legend as ‘a gift’

This was most appreciated indeed as the Izzie had already decided to be a good good serpent and to resist such delicious temptations. Thanks to the old toad, the days of indulging in such luxuries are over and must be resisted especially as nearly all this stuff is available for free online.

It must be an Omen
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Izzie truly believes that sacred cows make the best burgers. So what a tasty feast there has been in the last few weeks. Even in normally peaceful Australia protesters have been rampaging on the streets while their kids barely out of nappies held placards calling for the beheading of those who insult their prophet. Izzie thinks it would not be a bad idea to save just such a punishment for the more militant protesters. Not just their heads but the hands that wrote those placards along with the rest of them. We would then toss the lot into the mincer and serve them up as pork sausages with a nice cold beer

Had the sneaking suspicion that like certain cartoons, this movie had been around for a while before some Mullah decided to give it extra publicity for his own nefarious purposes. This cynical serpent wouldn’t put it past some pathetic Pakistani politician to distract attention from the real crime of letting 260 workers burn in hell while the boss slinks off into the sunset or at worst gets a slap with a wet lettuce leaf. Nice to know some people have got their priorities right.

It’s far more important to accuse mentally impaired members of a minority of blasphemy or to declare national days of worship for their prophet than to bother with health and safety regulations and much less to properly enforce them.

Been a bit preoccupied with assignments and stuff but finally got around to googling a certain movie to see what all the fuss was about. Thanks to a sucky slow internet service it took ages to feast on the freakery. Had to check several times just to make sure it really was kosher and not some hatchet job created to stoke the flames of intolerance

This isn’t the Protocol of the Elders of Zion or even “The Life of Brian” If only it was a zillionth as funny. Oh it was hilarious but for all the wrong reasons

Was falling about in fits of hysterical laughter. Some things are so bad that they are good. This movie is even beyond that. Totally camp and kitsch. It is seriously hard corn. So pathetically mutant that even Monsanto would be incapable of producing such a monstrosity

There is some brain dead boof head army bloke and a horde of other critters all claiming to be some incarnation or other of Mohammed. Then there’s all the paste on Santa Claus beards, actors just slapped onto sand and tent backgrounds almost floating in the air and some seriously hammy acting.

If these actors declared that two plus two is four the Izzie would be getting out her calculator. That is how credible they were. How anyone could get their knickers in a knot over this film is beyond belief.

But just when you think it could not get any more ridiculous decided to turn on the captions. That elevated it to stratospheric levels of silliness.

But what so seriously amuses this serpent, one would swear that all these protesters were being paid by the producer. Sam Bacle might be a crappy film maker but he is a marketing genius. On the last count the Youtube page had more than ten million views.
As for the comments, they are of a similar intelligence level of the movie itself especially from those who oppose it.

If there is one way to guarantee that millions of people will watch this Z rate effort, then making such a murderous fuss about it is just the right way to go about it.

There is far more dignity in simply ignoring such silliness and turning the other cheek. Their rampaging and rioting in the streets has proven the very point that the film maker wanted to make
It is one thing to expect believers to observe certain protocols concerning the depiction of their prophet but once they go demanding the same behaviour from the infidels and everyone else then they are guaranteed to annoy the hell out of us. And since their poor sensitive little buttons are so easy to push then that is exactly what any self respecting iconoclast will do.

They should fight words with words not guns and bombs. Surely some one in Saudi Arabia could fund some defamatory film about Jesus or some American sacred cows to give them a taste of their own medicine. It could be pretty damned awful and still be not as stupid as the one they are so fussing over. But then no one would bother watching it. What they really need is the Monty Python mob.

Izzie’s favourite films of all time is still “Jesus of Montreal” Cannot help but wonder what Denys Arcand would have made of the life of Mohammed and what the mob’s reaction to it would be
izmeina: Roz with clipboard from Monsters Inc (Roz)
Izzie truly believes that sacred cows make the best burgers. So what a tasty feast there has been in the last few weeks. Even in normally peaceful Australia protesters have been rampaging on the streets while their kids barely out of nappies held placards calling for the beheading of those who insult their prophet. Izzie thinks it would not be a bad idea to save just such a punishment for the more militant protesters. Not just their heads but the hands that wrote those placards along with the rest of them. We would then toss the lot into the mincer and serve them up as pork sausages with a nice cold beer

Had the sneaking suspicion that like certain cartoons, this movie had been around for a while before some Mullah decided to give it extra publicity for his own nefarious purposes. This cynical serpent wouldn’t put it past some pathetic Pakistani politician to distract attention from the real crime of letting 260 workers burn in hell while the boss slinks off into the sunset or at worst gets a slap with a wet lettuce leaf. Nice to know some people have got their priorities right.

It’s far more important to accuse mentally impaired members of a minority of blasphemy or to declare national days of worship for their prophet than to bother with health and safety regulations and much less to properly enforce them.

Been a bit preoccupied with assignments and stuff but finally got around to googling a certain movie to see what all the fuss was about. Thanks to a sucky slow internet service it took ages to feast on the freakery. Had to check several times just to make sure it really was kosher and not some hatchet job created to stoke the flames of intolerance

This isn’t the Protocol of the Elders of Zion or even “The Life of Brian” If only it was a zillionth as funny. Oh it was hilarious but for all the wrong reasons

Was falling about in fits of hysterical laughter. Some things are so bad that they are good. This movie is even beyond that. Totally camp and kitsch. It is seriously hard corn. So pathetically mutant that even Monsanto would be incapable of producing such a monstrosity

There is some brain dead boof head army bloke and a horde of other critters all claiming to be some incarnation or other of Mohammed. Then there’s all the paste on Santa Claus beards, actors just slapped onto sand and tent backgrounds almost floating in the air and some seriously hammy acting.

If these actors declared that two plus two is four the Izzie would be getting out her calculator. That is how credible they were. How anyone could get their knickers in a knot over this film is beyond belief.

But just when you think it could not get any more ridiculous decided to turn on the captions. That elevated it to stratospheric levels of silliness.

But what so seriously amuses this serpent, one would swear that all these protesters were being paid by the producer. Sam Bacle might be a crappy film maker but he is a marketing genius. On the last count the Youtube page had more than ten million views.
As for the comments, they are of a similar intelligence level of the movie itself especially from those who oppose it.

If there is one way to guarantee that millions of people will watch this Z rate effort, then making such a murderous fuss about it is just the right way to go about it.

There is far more dignity in simply ignoring such silliness and turning the other cheek. Their rampaging and rioting in the streets has proven the very point that the film maker wanted to make
It is one thing to expect believers to observe certain protocols concerning the depiction of their prophet but once they go demanding the same behaviour from the infidels and everyone else then they are guaranteed to annoy the hell out of us. And since their poor sensitive little buttons are so easy to push then that is exactly what any self respecting iconoclast will do.

They should fight words with words not guns and bombs. Surely some one in Saudi Arabia could fund some defamatory film about Jesus or some American sacred cows to give them a taste of their own medicine. It could be pretty damned awful and still be not as stupid as the one they are so fussing over. But then no one would bother watching it. What they really need is the Monty Python mob.

Izzie’s favourite films of all time is still “Jesus of Montreal” Cannot help but wonder what Denys Arcand would have made of the life of Mohammed and what the mob’s reaction to it would be
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In the beginning was the Word. But the Word had to be interpreted


Last night on ABC TV there was a wicked twist to the usual Question and Answers program. Ever since gawking at the Lying Rodent’s Rotweiller Eric Abetz on the previous week’s episode where they mentioned who would be guests this week, had been waiting with anticipation to see the blood on the floor. Was expecting some sort of gladiatorial Godless Games



Instead of sending two representatives each from 12 assorted faiths, there were just two. The one representing the Godless Infidels was Richard Dawkins and the God Botherers had to make do with Cardinal George Pell - the highest ranking Catholic in Australia
Was a bit miffed that there were only the two of them. There were no Muslims, Hindus, Buddhists or Jews and certainly no Scientologists.

The questions were so predictable - “Is it possible to live a good life without faith?”,”What happens after you die?”, evolution vs creation and so on.

The first thing that peeved the serpent were the ridiculous number of assumptions. No one at any stage was asked to describe what sort of God they believe or do not believe in. The Christian God - specifically the old man with a white beard in the clouds seemed to be the one under discussion
Cardinal Pell did make the valid point that while science concerns itself with the ‘how’ questions, religion is more concerned with why? But then he started a whole pile of silly stuff about being descended from Neanderthals and talking about life and souls. Since the Catholic church believes that only humans have souls (and female possession of such an attribute is only a recent concession) this equation of life and soul was most intriguing indeed.

He did not seem to believe in a literal Adam and Eve which meant he could not answer Dawkins question about the source of original sin.
Then there was the Big Bang and the origin of the universe and getting something for nothing. Each tried to outdo the other in name dropping assorted Nobel prize winning physicists. Pell went for the Platonic concept of God as a pure form outside of time and space to which Dawkins retorted that this was a God of the Gaps and a big cop out.

It did not take long before Godwin’s law got invoked. Cardinal Pell was trying to say that his God was a God of the outcast, the downtrodden and the outsider and ended up talking about backward Jews and shepherds. He really dug himself into a big hole and it was painful watching him trying to get out by then going on about the amazing achievements of God’s chosen people in the last century and of course he had to bring in Hitler at least three times in the argument. For an argument was what it was and most certainly not a reasonable discussion

When asked about the existence of Hell he talked about a conversation with some ten year old kid who did not believe in hell. But what about Hitler? Is it right that he should have caused so much suffering and get away with it? The kid of course did not think this was fair and was persuaded by such impeccable logic to which Dawkins retorted that he is more concerned with what is real rather than wishful thinking. Also just had to love his answer to the question of what happens after you die. He replied “Well that depends on whether you get buried or cremated or leave your body to science”

Cardinal Pell believed in some sort of bodily resurrection but got a bit bogged down in the details about what age and condition the heavenly bodies would be in. He just could never see the next train wreck around the corner and jump off before it was too late. Dawkins left him for dead on that front.

The Cardinal also played the atheist card claiming that both Hitler and Stalin were atheists to which Dawkins replied that Stalin was, Hitler wasn’t but atheism was irrelevant to the motives for their behaviour
At one stage the Cardinal came up with a line about ‘preparing some young boys’ and after a long pause finally added ‘for first communion’
The snickers in the audience were most audible indeed and was half expecting the twitter feed to explode

By the time he got to talking about gay marriage and the flaws in the ‘oriental carpet of God’s creation’ and digging himself in deeper at each attempt to untangle this twisted thread of thought, it became obvious that this guy should not be ever allowed out of the house without a speech writer or at least an autocue

The business of marriage being a sacrament between a man and a woman for the purposes of procreation and the raising of children might be plausible if it were not possible for women obviously past their childbearing years to get married in the Catholic Church. So whatever the real reason - most likely tradition - logic and consistency does not come into it
The pair of them were both seriously smug and self righteousness although Richard Dawkins won hands down on the logic side of things - especially playing the Ace of Transubstantiation (the official Catholic teaching that the bread and wine at Mass when consecrated literally becomes the body and blood of Jesus Christ)

Cardinal Pell probably knew that he had been outsmarted on this one. He had to claim it as the literal truth or else be in breach of one of the central tenets of his faith.
Izzie was so wishing that they had brought along Peter Singer and Ajan Brahm (a local Buddhist monk and physicist) Peter Singer for his impeccable rationality and logic and Ajan Brahm to represent a Godless ‘religion’ that nevertheless has many features in common with some of the Christian sects

Singer says a whole pile of things that people find shocking but he cuts through the woolliness of so much of what passes as thinking and follows ideas to their logical conclusion. Needless to say too much reason and no emotion is a trademark of the psychopath. But all heart and no head is also a path to craziness and chaos. (The slogan “My body - my choice” concerning abortion comes to mind. Followed to its logical conclusion this would justify abortion in the seventh and eighth month of pregnancy as well as the first two. Even the most passionate supporters for abortion would be very unlikely to support this position.)

Dawkins was trying to make the point that natural selection is not necessarily the best way to run human society and that we can choose not to favour the strong and let the weak go to the wall but one still has to recognize that is the default setting unless we make rules to do otherwise - rules that do not need an external God for enforcement

Some one did have to ask the big one “If God is good and all powerful then why does He allow suffering?” The fact that the Biblical God appeared to intervene in the past but not now was a bit of problem. Dawkins sort of said that suffering is just part of life and it is everywhere in nature. Cardinal Pell talked about Jesus dying for our sins. That is where having some one like Rabbi Harold Kushner on the show would have been interesting. (Of “When bad things happen to good people” fame)

While the whole show was sort of entertaining and amusing, there was far more heat than light and just a bunch of people with irreconcilable views scoring points from each other. It was like a pair of medieval scholars arguing about how many angels can dance on the head of a pin
There seemed to be no middle ground for those who believe there is more to life than the material and physical world but who will not commit to either fundamentalist Dawkinetics or the camp of those who faithfully following their God’s orders to make life a misery for the infidels.

Why do so many people have to feel threatened by the fact that not everyone is like them and to see this difference as a threat to their very identity and existence?
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In the beginning was the Word. But the Word had to be interpreted


Last night on ABC TV there was a wicked twist to the usual Question and Answers program. Ever since gawking at the Lying Rodent’s Rotweiller Eric Abetz on the previous week’s episode where they mentioned who would be guests this week, had been waiting with anticipation to see the blood on the floor. Was expecting some sort of gladiatorial Godless Games



Instead of sending two representatives each from 12 assorted faiths, there were just two. The one representing the Godless Infidels was Richard Dawkins and the God Botherers had to make do with Cardinal George Pell - the highest ranking Catholic in Australia
Was a bit miffed that there were only the two of them. There were no Muslims, Hindus, Buddhists or Jews and certainly no Scientologists.

The questions were so predictable - “Is it possible to live a good life without faith?”,”What happens after you die?”, evolution vs creation and so on.

The first thing that peeved the serpent were the ridiculous number of assumptions. No one at any stage was asked to describe what sort of God they believe or do not believe in. The Christian God - specifically the old man with a white beard in the clouds seemed to be the one under discussion
Cardinal Pell did make the valid point that while science concerns itself with the ‘how’ questions, religion is more concerned with why? But then he started a whole pile of silly stuff about being descended from Neanderthals and talking about life and souls. Since the Catholic church believes that only humans have souls (and female possession of such an attribute is only a recent concession) this equation of life and soul was most intriguing indeed.

He did not seem to believe in a literal Adam and Eve which meant he could not answer Dawkins question about the source of original sin.
Then there was the Big Bang and the origin of the universe and getting something for nothing. Each tried to outdo the other in name dropping assorted Nobel prize winning physicists. Pell went for the Platonic concept of God as a pure form outside of time and space to which Dawkins retorted that this was a God of the Gaps and a big cop out.

It did not take long before Godwin’s law got invoked. Cardinal Pell was trying to say that his God was a God of the outcast, the downtrodden and the outsider and ended up talking about backward Jews and shepherds. He really dug himself into a big hole and it was painful watching him trying to get out by then going on about the amazing achievements of God’s chosen people in the last century and of course he had to bring in Hitler at least three times in the argument. For an argument was what it was and most certainly not a reasonable discussion

When asked about the existence of Hell he talked about a conversation with some ten year old kid who did not believe in hell. But what about Hitler? Is it right that he should have caused so much suffering and get away with it? The kid of course did not think this was fair and was persuaded by such impeccable logic to which Dawkins retorted that he is more concerned with what is real rather than wishful thinking. Also just had to love his answer to the question of what happens after you die. He replied “Well that depends on whether you get buried or cremated or leave your body to science”

Cardinal Pell believed in some sort of bodily resurrection but got a bit bogged down in the details about what age and condition the heavenly bodies would be in. He just could never see the next train wreck around the corner and jump off before it was too late. Dawkins left him for dead on that front.

The Cardinal also played the atheist card claiming that both Hitler and Stalin were atheists to which Dawkins replied that Stalin was, Hitler wasn’t but atheism was irrelevant to the motives for their behaviour
At one stage the Cardinal came up with a line about ‘preparing some young boys’ and after a long pause finally added ‘for first communion’
The snickers in the audience were most audible indeed and was half expecting the twitter feed to explode

By the time he got to talking about gay marriage and the flaws in the ‘oriental carpet of God’s creation’ and digging himself in deeper at each attempt to untangle this twisted thread of thought, it became obvious that this guy should not be ever allowed out of the house without a speech writer or at least an autocue

The business of marriage being a sacrament between a man and a woman for the purposes of procreation and the raising of children might be plausible if it were not possible for women obviously past their childbearing years to get married in the Catholic Church. So whatever the real reason - most likely tradition - logic and consistency does not come into it
The pair of them were both seriously smug and self righteousness although Richard Dawkins won hands down on the logic side of things - especially playing the Ace of Transubstantiation (the official Catholic teaching that the bread and wine at Mass when consecrated literally becomes the body and blood of Jesus Christ)

Cardinal Pell probably knew that he had been outsmarted on this one. He had to claim it as the literal truth or else be in breach of one of the central tenets of his faith.
Izzie was so wishing that they had brought along Peter Singer and Ajan Brahm (a local Buddhist monk and physicist) Peter Singer for his impeccable rationality and logic and Ajan Brahm to represent a Godless ‘religion’ that nevertheless has many features in common with some of the Christian sects

Singer says a whole pile of things that people find shocking but he cuts through the woolliness of so much of what passes as thinking and follows ideas to their logical conclusion. Needless to say too much reason and no emotion is a trademark of the psychopath. But all heart and no head is also a path to craziness and chaos. (The slogan “My body - my choice” concerning abortion comes to mind. Followed to its logical conclusion this would justify abortion in the seventh and eighth month of pregnancy as well as the first two. Even the most passionate supporters for abortion would be very unlikely to support this position.)

Dawkins was trying to make the point that natural selection is not necessarily the best way to run human society and that we can choose not to favour the strong and let the weak go to the wall but one still has to recognize that is the default setting unless we make rules to do otherwise - rules that do not need an external God for enforcement

Some one did have to ask the big one “If God is good and all powerful then why does He allow suffering?” The fact that the Biblical God appeared to intervene in the past but not now was a bit of problem. Dawkins sort of said that suffering is just part of life and it is everywhere in nature. Cardinal Pell talked about Jesus dying for our sins. That is where having some one like Rabbi Harold Kushner on the show would have been interesting. (Of “When bad things happen to good people” fame)

While the whole show was sort of entertaining and amusing, there was far more heat than light and just a bunch of people with irreconcilable views scoring points from each other. It was like a pair of medieval scholars arguing about how many angels can dance on the head of a pin
There seemed to be no middle ground for those who believe there is more to life than the material and physical world but who will not commit to either fundamentalist Dawkinetics or the camp of those who faithfully following their God’s orders to make life a misery for the infidels.

Why do so many people have to feel threatened by the fact that not everyone is like them and to see this difference as a threat to their very identity and existence?

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