The Lair of the Emerald Serpent

I was supposed to slink upstairs to do some squiggling for the last day of September but once again the lure of the serpent snooze sack was greater.
Truth be told, I have had several dramas with a stupid online course that I was conscripted into by the job mobsters (also known as WorkFarce Australia)

In the first week of August I spent until 2am trying to submit stuff which the site would not accept. Some dim witted assessor had failed me on some questions of an assignment because I had answered in my own words rather than cutting and pasting from the lessons. I ended up sending an email explaining my situation. The next day a woman rang me about the whole drama. She looked at my answers and even on the phone I could hear her eyes rolling in her head as she said that it was utterly ridiculous to mark most of my answers as wrong. Because by using my own words I had demonstrated that I actually understood the material.

But in spite of her giving me the green light, that did not give me back the hours of frustration and the feeling of banging my head against a brick wall on account of the copy paste Nazi who signed himself off as Tim.

But springtime is a time of hope and optimism and I managed to overcome my new allergy to the Big Mac in order to post for the bright shiny new month of October.

Which maybe I should rename OPTober.

( Hack attacks )

So much Goblin Porn. So little time to catch up on it all.

One state Premier has already lost her head over what she fears may be revealed in a local commission for investigating corruption. Apparently this body called ICAC was set up by a Liberal Party leader years ago as a way of investigating the opposition party. Not sure how much luck he had but since its inception, most of the heads on the chopping block have been from the Liberal Party itself. Be careful what you wish for.

But at least these investigations turn up with actual names and numbers rather than vague hints about Communist Cabals and Globalist Elites. I'm all ears about Putin's baby farm and the Saudi royals. It would be fun of course if Ginge and Whinge - the Prince and Princess of Woke were also found to be stashing cash in the Cayman Islands. Though it seems these days that South Dakota is the latest fashionable bolt hole.


Meanwhile I'm off to see an adaptation of Animal Farm this evening.  It was an exceedingly decadent indulgence. Boxer would most definitely never have been able to go to see the show where he is the tragic hero.

This brings back memories of the 2016 debates which I listened to on the radio. Hillary accused Dodgy Don of not paying taxes and he just boasted that it meant he is smart

It struck me at the time along with the other comment about recognizing the result of the election only if he wins

Now if he were running for a job as an accountant or CEO of Dodgy Inc, then boasting about not paying taxes could be seen as worthy of bonus points. But when the job you are applying for is the top job in the GOVERNMENT itself, then it sure as hell sends the message that he does not give a damn or he intends to join the government with the intent to destroy it

Sure enough, it did not take a whole 4 years to work out that was exactly his plan in the first place. Which reminds me, I wonder what's happened to the master nazi destroyer Stephen Bannon since he was arrested a month ago.

Now he seems to have changed his mind. Because he now claims to have paid millions in taxes. Without receipts because of course those tax returns are STILL under audit in spite of the fact that being under audit does not stop you showing them. I guess the spin doctors have told the trump that Monday's New York Times tax returns tale has scratched the trump telfon like the Woodward tapes had not. Personally, I think the Woodward tapes are by far the worst smoking gun for any of the shit he has done or failed to do

Which reminds me, I was supposed to have started doing my tax returns last night but was too busy writing last month's stats from the Track My Spend app into the little black book
Today I am simply too damned brain dead to do them.

Also once again, in Oz too, it is made perfectly clear that there is law for the swamp creatures and order for the rest of us
Holders of Australian passports have not been permitted to leave the country since March except for exceptional circumstances with all paperwork presented in triplicate and usually rejected anyway but somehow Georgie Porgie Pell managed to find his way onto a flight to Rome yesterday. No dramas at all. It seems that he did not get the red carpet welcome that he was expecting. Such a tragedy

Frankly, he has such an uncanny resemblence to Bill Barr that I would not be surprised if the pair of them were stunt doubles. Definitely card carrying members of Opus Diaboli

Nothing is more disgusting than those who hide behind the mantle of authority to make life hell for others while doing evil themselves and those pair are the absolute masters of the dark art


Also, it is hard to believe that it is now exactly 3 years since the Las Vegas Loser murdered all those people from his hotel window. That is one thing that trump will have bragging rights for. The most mass shootings of any president ever outside of war time. And this is all before he told his Hufflepuff Hitler Youth to stand back and stand by

Then tomorrow, the ghost of Jamal Khashoggi will return to haunt the trump and that slimy vampire son in law - creepy Kushner

I do hope the awful anniversary is commemorated by some deadly data drops. Preferably starring Deutsche Bank. With receipts

Today is the first day of the Goblin New Year in Oz. Within a week or so the horrific numbers of the last quarter will be landing on the desk of the federal treasurer and they will be tasked with finding ever more inventive ways to get as many feathers as possible from the golden goose with the least amount of hissing

( Goblins, coffee and plastic )

It wasn't until I read the comments that I realized it was a riff on Mr Kelly the BBC dad.

For once David Rowe has not captured the essence of the main character (who is not trump who he has portrayed perfectly)
Especially after seeing yesterday's gruesome monstrosity featuring the old parrot and some very scary hairy budgie smugglers.

Last night I hit the serpent snooze sack early so that I could set my alarm for 11pm to listen to the US Supreme Court live. Not one but 2 cases concerning Racket Man. One with Deutsche bank and the other concerning those tax returns that he PROMISED to show after he was elected

I did not realize that the Fauci from Home saga was on at the same time but with pictures so it would have been rather more theatrical. Especially if there were wandering toddlers about

The problem with the Court show was that I was listening on the tweet stone while in bed and every now and again would accidently knock the phone and inadvertently close the tab so would then have to go and reopen it again and wait and wait

Of course I could have just followed the usual legal eagles on Twitter for their live commentary but there is something special about dealing with primary sources, drawing conclusions and then comparing them with others.

I am still dumbstruck how this idiot's minions main argument is that presidents should be above the law because he says so and otherwise his enemies will pester him endlessly with frivolous lawsuits and prevent him from doing his job!

A bit rich from a jerk who does little other than rage tweet, play golf and attend photo opps
And it's not like he actually has to spend a minute appearing in any court. It's not like he has to testify or produce sperm samples or anything.

He has got lawyers and bankers to deal with all of that. But most of all, he has spent his whole life weaponizing the courts to screw his subcontractors so he could pay them a mere 30 cents on the dollar if they were lucky. So once again he is accusing others of doing the very thing that he has spent his whole life doing


It is hard to know how the rulings will go since he and the Grim Turtle have been busy stacking the courts over the last 3 years.
To an outside observer like this serpent, it looks no different than Nixon and the tapes or Clinton vs Jones. In that case the president actually had to turn up in court and take time out from his day job but that did not get him a free pass for bad behaviour

In any case, he can always play his favorite game of delaying tactics and running out the clock just like that jerk George Pell

At this stage, the only thing that seems to stand between the Naked Emperor and absolute power with no responsibility at all is a whistle blower or two

Izzie has many little rituals. Just one among many is slinking from work on Thursdays to an offbeat Chinese Malaysian restaurant.
They have a giant TV screen on one wall. It used to show lots of Ed Sheeran videos and K Pop music and I would generally not pay too much attention since most of the commentary and subtitles are in Chinese. And anyway, I am usually too busy either eating or filling in the little black book of days.

But about 8 weeks ago the content changed. When it wasn’t footage of workers in factories making face masks or doctors surgeries and hospitals running out of said items, or white vans roaming the streets with their occupants wearing hazmat suits every time they stepped outside the cabin, it was scenes from some conference or press briefing.
The scene was always the same. Three speakers at a table with microphones, a woman behind them doing sign language for the deaf and a written sign in English
“Centre for Disease Control and Prevention”

( Coronavirus Craziness )

Last Thursday I got a nasty Howler from Twitter telling me that my account was locked for violating the Twitter Rules.


"Specifically for:
Violating our rules against hateful conduct.

You may not promote violence against, threaten, or harass other people on the basis of race, ethnicity, national origin, sexual orientation, gender, gender identity, religious affiliation, age, disability, or serious disease. "


So there were 2 choices. Remove the offending tweet immediately in order to be let back in or to appeal their decision

( Kangaroo Court )

Here in Oz, the only news is the results of the so called Same Sex Marriage Survey - a non-binding postal survey that cost a mere $122 million to conduct.
While 62% in favour is not quite Brexit, it is still not the sort of respectable 90% landslide worthy of Putin or Mugabe.

Especially amusing is that the whole thing was a sneaky tricksy scheme designed by conservative politicians to kick the SSM can down the road and hopefully avoid dealing with it forever. Well that blew up in their faces big league. And now they can’t turn around and vote against it because they will be gored to death by unicorns or sparkled by fairies if they even dream of it. But that won’t stop the Mad Monk and his twisted minions like Kevin Andrews from trying

While the rest of the country are still celebrating at the biggest party so far this century, Izzie has other plotting and scheming to do.

So it is the half way mark in Nanoland. Happy to report that the serpent is now just short of 32,000 words so well on target for reaching the magical 50,000 on time and even for the personal goal of 60,000 by the stroke of midnight on Thursday 30th November.

But not all of those words are proper story words. Found out from trial and error that when the muses are not lurking, the best way to invoke them is to simply write dribble about pretty much anything. Mind dumps along the lines of the so called Morning Pages are pretty effective. Usually after 10 to 15 minutes of that, the inner serpent realises that the Izzie means business and is then less hesitant about delivering the real goods

But still it has taken nearly two weeks before an actual story line finally took shape.
It was the good old Bohemian Gothic deck that came to the rescue. A certain evil scheming Red cardinal turned up who bears an uncanny resemblance to one Vladimir Putin even if the former is rather more modestly dressed.




That combined with a prompt from the very sick and twisted Michael Arntzen in his Inspiration Guide - Instigations concerning a serial killer who removes the tongues from his victims
Having followed the Snoops and Spooks on Twitter for the last year or so, it has not escaped this serpent’s attention that an unusual number of people who oppose one V V Putin seem to meet untimely ends in very peculiar and unnatural ways.

Strange suicides and accidents near windows. Even apparently innocent heart attacks.
All with possible sinister explanations. Still waiting for the poisoned umbrellas and hot pots of polonium tea to make appearances

I had always assumed that Alex Litvinenko was nuked for being a sneaking ratty double agent. Those folks are universally despised once they have outlived their usefulness to both parties. But the stuff coming out of the Panama Papers and Paradise Papers and especially the recent murder of a journalist in Malta implies that Litvinenko’s real crime was knowing too much about His Master’s Vices and even worse - threatening to tell.

Same with the famous Sergei Magnitsky who has turned out to be far more dangerous and disruptive in death than he ever was while alive. He was put on trial for fraud after he died. I don’t know if they dragged his corpse onto the stand or left his spot empty. I remember thinking at the time that Zombie Courts make the concept of kangaroo courts look totally tame
Of course I did not know then that his crime had been to uncover the grafting and shafting of the real mobsters.
Bill Browder then got Hillary Clinton on his case and that's when it got really personal for Putin

If you were to put all this crazy stuff into a story, folks would tell you to get real. No one would ever believe that BS. But we are now living in a reality TV show world and nothing can be too crazy or unlikely to be true. So why not have fun with it all?

So if the Devil and his Minions are hell bent on creating the conditions for the New World Order, then of course it would make sense to silence the pesky tin foil hat folks and nosy conspiracy theorists who threaten to spill the beans.



The other thing that I have noticed. Aside from Tarot cards being an especially useful device for getting into the Zone, the other almost guaranteed way to know that I have arrived is the appearances of quotes and stories from the Bible.
Some one out there has been asked to turn stones into bread (or rather the modern equivalent of turning words into $$$$) and has been offered all sorts of unearthly powers and privileges as far as the eye can see as well as wealth beyond the dreams of avarice.
All he had to do is sign the dotted line…..

Then there’s still the saga of the Golden Calfefe and the Tower of Babble.
But back in the real world, it looks more like The Writing on the Wall

This has been a strange time of late. There is always the present moment but the past looms larger than ever.
At the beginning of the year this Scrooge Serpent dusted off some old 2006 calendars and diaries to give them a new lease of life. Most of 2006 was rather mundane but September and October were the occasion for a grand European adventure. So since the calendar year is the same, been busy revisiting memories and quite surprised at how much is still there some 17 years on without needing any external prompts other than the day and date itself.
Wednesday 11th October 2006 I spent in the gorgeous town of Groningen in Holland. It is a university town and the inner circle of the city is pedestrian and bike only.

Then there is October from last year. Some of that would be best forgotten especially the infamous Access Hollywood tapes followed by a very bizarre press conference on the morning of the second US presidential debate on Sunday 9th October.
The Donald and minions had resurrected some women who dropped a few Bill Clinton bombshells.
I remember thinking that’s what you call Going Nuclear. If that’s how dirty Donald gets in his efforts to deflect from his own perversions and distract his rival, then he will do whatever it takes to destroy her.
Even the fact that Hillary had done her homework for the debates and he had not, could be turned into some accusation that she was cheating or taking drugs or whatever while he snorted and sniffed his cocaine addled brain off. (Of course the cocaine thing is pure serpent speculation but he certainly behaved as if he were taking some mind altering substance)

( Goblins and House Elves )

Izzie has been a busy little serpent. When not slinking about the city attending assorted culture vulture events or watching the full moon rising over the river, been pottering about in Cyberia doing studious stuff or making lame attempts to catch up on ridiculous amounts of tempting books.

Present reads include "Turing's Vision - the birth of computer science (as part of an ongoing ambition to finally make sense of some of one of my favorite books of all time "Godel, Escher, Bach - an eternal golden braid" and "The Quiet Revolution" - a book about introverts which happen to be on loan from libraries or friends which of course makes them much higher priorities than the stash of interesting stuff in the Lair. A recent mud map sort of stock take led to the scary realization that there are books in every room of the Lair except the bathroom and loo.

Then there are a couple of online courses. I learned the hard way not to be too greedy with those. The inner masochist is still doing a Python language computer course which is nowhere as good as the other offerings on the same subject from Coursera. Both lecturers are boring and creepy but it's a case of 'use it or lose it' and proof positive that there's nothing like repetition and practice for learning most things.

The second course Living at the Nuclear Brink is more a nostalgic indulgence and an inspiration for dystopian apocalyptic fiction. But now the odds are decreasingly in favour of the Clown Prince ever getting those chubby little fingers on the red button in the White House, then it is more of an idle curiosity. But it is seriously scary to watch lectures where one of the regulars has a creepy beard worthy of Seneca Crane and turns out to be (as I suspected) one of those crazy scientists who has devoted his life to building those nasty nukes at the labs of Los Alamos.

On Saturday I went to a mini convention called "Create Chaos" devoted to the dark art of comics and graphic novels with lots of folks selling their wares including the very ominous soundingMysteria Maxima Media associated with a local artistic Aleister Crowley acolyte.
I got a proper peek at the first instalment of their supervillain series and The Beast has his Mark all over it ;)

Apparently the comic community have created their own version of Nanowrimo where they set out to produce a 24 page comic in 24 hours or 8 pages in 8 hours for the somewhat less ambitious. That seems infinitely more daunting than 50,000 words in a whole 30 days.

So with all this inspiration, there should be no shortage of ideas for Nanowrimo in spite of being still completely clueless and plotless concerning November's story. I still haven't even decided yet on a suitable tarot deck for inspiration. I guess the question to ask is
What would Donald choose?

This week the serpent is going to be uberorganized and will not miss a single minute of the melt down that will be the third debate. After the second one - it certainly looks like the Trump's drug of choice was Viagra.