izmeina: Strange Spiral Clock (Time Turner)
I have been trolling Agolf Twittler so often with this snippet. Now it is finally time to post it here




Aside from the squillions of memes it spawned, it still remains an amazing and terrifying glimpse into the mind of a nihilistic malignant narcissist. Yesss. Of course it is the actor Bruno Gans and not Hitler himself but he does such a damned good job of channeling him that it is so easy to forget

Also scary that Racket Man had his own meetings with generals where he called them pussies, losers and cowards. Only T Rex stood up for the military. That was the infamous meeting where it leaked that he called trump a fucking moron


“We are owed money you haven’t been collecting!” Trump told them. “You would totally go bankrupt if you had to run your own business.”

“You’re all losers,” Trump said. “You don’t know how to win anymore.”

“I wouldn’t go to war with you people,” Trump told the assembled brass.

Addressing the room, the commander in chief barked, “You’re a bunch of dopes and babies.”

trump has been able to bully, bullshit, bluster, blackmail and bribe his way through all sorts of problems most of which were of his own making. But you can't use that limited bag of tricks on a virus and I suspect this fact is finally dawning on the donald. Slowly but surely


Once he finally realizes the WINNING is over, then all hell breaks loose just like his role model

Maybe trump's Downfall bunker scene is coming sooner than any of us expected


I only hope that they lock up the NUKES and let him get on with it.

It also reminds me that I recently picked up a copy of a certain book. It was an English translation of Mein Kampf printed in October 1938 long before he had become an official enemy. The inside page listing the numerous reprints was positively scary. It had obviously been selling like hot cakes. There was also rather a rave review in the introduction from some long forgotten big wig of British politics or literature

The best and most perceptive book I have ever read about Hitler was actually Sebastian Haffner's "Anmerkungen zur Hitler" I am not sure if it has ever been translated into English. Haffner described him as a vulture with delusions of being an eagle. A man with a talent to spot the weaknesses in people, organizations and whole nations and to prey on them and exploit them ruthlessly. Thus by using such leverage, he could gain far more power and more quickly than following the more conventional path of just working hard and moving up the ranks


I wonder if "Mein Kampf" is like the muggle equivalent of Tom Riddle's diary except that it is not blank and has a very scary stern looking signed photo of Herr Hitler in his usual brown. The whole book is brown and beige and rather drab. I remember years ago trying to read a few pages when still in high school. I picked it up off the shelf opened it randomly a few times, found it so annoying and whiny that I put it right back again.

Now I wonder if 75 years from now, if civilization still exists as we know it, what will people think when they pick up a copy of "The Art of the Deal" or a printed and bound copy of the trump tweet archive. I simply cannot imagine what form of digital technology will even be around 75 years from now when so much has changed in just the last ten years

And how did it all end? Bleached brains blown out in the basement of a bunker or a stroke from one too many buckets of greasy fried chicken or maybe old, broke and alone in a cell in Alcatraz.
izmeina: a snippet of Escher's circle of serpents (Default)
The serpent has been absent of late. Strange that in the days of having no internet and not even a computer, I was posting far more frequently.
There are just so many distractions these days the worst of which are the dreaded Dementors who paid a very unexpected visit.
March is usually a month that begins with a bang. It is a time of hope and promise as the worst of the sizzling stinking summer is over. There are weeds and seeds to be planted and numerous opportunities to indulge the inner emerald serpent.

Izzie was all chirpy and happy and got lots of stuff done and had all sorts of grand plans. But that all ended in the middle of the month when the weather gods promised and delivered a string of days with a 40 in them with the bonus of some sickly steaming humidity.
February had more than its fair share of 40s but nearly all of them were the dry kind of heat that just makes you thirsty and tired but not totally troppo and grotty. Even Astrofest on Saturday 12th was insufficient to distract this cranky scratchy serpent.
It was a trivial thing but in the midst of the mugginess my wristwatch decided to die. That should be no big deal as there’s always the phone for finding the time. But unlike the young things of today I do not have this infernal object permanently attached to my hand and would constantly need to be looking in my bag to find it. That’s where pockets would come in handy but I don’t have any of those.

So I was running around like a mad March hare constantly worried about being late all the time. Back in 2009 I had a watch die at 6pm on Christmas Eve so it would be another 4 days before there was even a hope of getting a replacement. By then I was so desperate that I went to the first watch shop in the city that I could find and forked out $100 for a new one. I had no time at all for the usual ritual of shopping around and visiting 10 different stores in order to compare prices.
Since then I learned that shops like Target have them in the accessories section and there’s no need to pay more than $25.
That’s just what I did on the Friday evening after work. I could have done so the day before the old grey cells were not even capable of such a simple and logical thought.
Even a couple of sunsets at the beach on the last days of the recent Sculpture by the Sea did not banish the creepy clammy cloaked creatures.
None of the usual weapons worked against them. Sunshine, star gazing and gardening did not banish them. Not even chocolate so the only alternative was to just wait and wait, be a small target and hope they would get bored and go elsewhere. Invariably they always do but by the same token they always return.

The clammy creatures finally departed on Easter Sunday. Which is just as well because a couple of days later the trusty mobile phone started crashing and finally died this evening. I’m pretty peeved at losing all my online Scrabble games but it’s not the complete catastrophe on steroids and end of the world it would have been if the beasties had still been lurking.

I could not help but think of the wise words of Anthony de Mello who claimed that one good way of measuring your spiritual/mental strength is to count the number of times in the course of the day that you become disturbed or upset.
Then there are the toasty glowing times when it feels like being surrounded by a teflon coated shield where an assortment of slings and arrows of outrageous fortune just bounce off and barely cause a scratch.

Maybe contrasting and comparing the two states and watching for the warning signs for each would be a useful exercise in observation and could provide some useful insights.
izmeina: creepy spooky old house infested with crawling critters (spooky)
The serpent has been absent of late. Strange that in the days of having no internet and not even a computer, I was posting far more frequently.
There are just so many distractions these days the worst of which are the dreaded Dementors who paid a very unexpected visit.
March is usually a month that begins with a bang. It is a time of hope and promise as the worst of the sizzling stinking summer is over. There are weeds and seeds to be planted and numerous opportunities to indulge the inner emerald serpent.

Izzie was all chirpy and happy and got lots of stuff done and had all sorts of grand plans. But that all ended in the middle of the month when the weather gods promised and delivered a string of days with a 40 in them with the bonus of some sickly steaming humidity.
February had more than its fair share of 40s but nearly all of them were the dry kind of heat that just makes you thirsty and tired but not totally troppo and grotty. Even Astrofest on Saturday 12th was insufficient to distract this cranky scratchy serpent.
It was a trivial thing but in the midst of the mugginess my wristwatch decided to die. That should be no big deal as there’s always the phone for finding the time. But unlike the young things of today I do not have this infernal object permanently attached to my hand and would constantly need to be looking in my bag to find it. That’s where pockets would come in handy but I don’t have any of those.

So I was running around like a mad March hare constantly worried about being late all the time. Back in 2009 I had a watch die at 6pm on Christmas Eve so it would be another 4 days before there was even a hope of getting a replacement. By then I was so desperate that I went to the first watch shop in the city that I could find and forked out $100 for a new one. I had no time at all for the usual ritual of shopping around and visiting 10 different stores in order to compare prices.
Since then I learned that shops like Target have them in the accessories section and there’s no need to pay more than $25.
That’s just what I did on the Friday evening after work. I could have done so the day before the old grey cells were not even capable of such a simple and logical thought.
Even a couple of sunsets at the beach on the last days of the recent Sculpture by the Sea did not banish the creepy clammy cloaked creatures.
None of the usual weapons worked against them. Sunshine, star gazing and gardening did not banish them. Not even chocolate so the only alternative was to just wait and wait, be a small target and hope they would get bored and go elsewhere. Invariably they always do but by the same token they always return.

The clammy creatures finally departed on Easter Sunday. Which is just as well because a couple of days later the trusty mobile phone started crashing and finally died this evening. I’m pretty peeved at losing all my online Scrabble games but it’s not the complete catastrophe on steroids and end of the world it would have been if the beasties had still been lurking.

I could not help but think of the wise words of Anthony de Mello who claimed that one good way of measuring your spiritual/mental strength is to count the number of times in the course of the day that you become disturbed or upset.
Then there are the toasty glowing times when it feels like being surrounded by a teflon coated shield where an assortment of slings and arrows of outrageous fortune just bounce off and barely cause a scratch.

Maybe contrasting and comparing the two states and watching for the warning signs for each would be a useful exercise in observation and could provide some useful insights.
izmeina: a snippet of Escher's circle of serpents (Default)
Two weeks ago I took advantage of a free ferry service to visit the port of Fremantle. It was a gorgeous sunny day and the perfect weather for going on a river cruise. An added attraction was landing right near the centre of the town right next to 3 very pretty tall sailing ships. They had arrived the previous week and had been open to the public on the weekend. With a bit of luck they’d be open for a couple of days before the scheduled departure on 3rd August.

Spent a good 30 minutes drooling over the gorgeousness of the three boats and looking for the opening times which turned out to be not that day but Friday and Saturday.
The free ferries were running the next day so it was the perfect excuse to come back. Unlike another sailing ship - the replica of the Endeavour which turned up in October 2011, they were not charging a ridiculous $18 to go onboard but only a (gold coin) donation. So much for the reputation of the Dutch for being mean and miserly.

The Shipping News )
izmeina: spooky shadowy squid (scary squid)
Two weeks ago I took advantage of a free ferry service to visit the port of Fremantle. It was a gorgeous sunny day and the perfect weather for going on a river cruise. An added attraction was landing right near the centre of the town right next to 3 very pretty tall sailing ships. They had arrived the previous week and had been open to the public on the weekend. With a bit of luck they’d be open for a couple of days before the scheduled departure on 3rd August.

Spent a good 30 minutes drooling over the gorgeousness of the three boats and looking for the opening times which turned out to be not that day but Friday and Saturday.
The free ferries were running the next day so it was the perfect excuse to come back. Unlike another sailing ship - the replica of the Endeavour which turned up in October 2011, they were not charging a ridiculous $18 to go onboard but only a (gold coin) donation. So much for the reputation of the Dutch for being mean and miserly.

The Shipping News )
izmeina: a snippet of Escher's circle of serpents (Default)
The first two weeks of the bright shiny new year are over. The weather has been seriously sucky from even before the year started with only four decent days for doing useful stuff rather than just moping about and melting

Finally slinked outside to plant the bags of seeds that have been sitting for weeks patiently waiting. There’s supposed to be rain on the way.
The latest stash was a mix of buckwheat, alfalfa, mustard and fenugreek. Its sole purpose is to grow quickly in order to cover the soil and protect it from the big yellow microwave in the sky
So much of the ground has been nuked due to the recent weeks of sizzling sunshine. Aside from the sweet potatoes which are the only weeds that thrive in this weather, so much other stuff is looking seriously sad and shriveled.

The only consolation is that the well established weeds such as the grape vine, fig and woolly bush trees are now big enough to be able to look after themselves and to provide much needed shade and nibblies for the visiting birds.

13 bits of trivia )
izmeina: Strange Spiral Clock (Time Turner)
The first two weeks of the bright shiny new year are over. The weather has been seriously sucky from even before the year started with only four decent days for doing useful stuff rather than just moping about and melting

Finally slinked outside to plant the bags of seeds that have been sitting for weeks patiently waiting. There’s supposed to be rain on the way.
The latest stash was a mix of buckwheat, alfalfa, mustard and fenugreek. Its sole purpose is to grow quickly in order to cover the soil and protect it from the big yellow microwave in the sky
So much of the ground has been nuked due to the recent weeks of sizzling sunshine. Aside from the sweet potatoes which are the only weeds that thrive in this weather, so much other stuff is looking seriously sad and shriveled.

The only consolation is that the well established weeds such as the grape vine, fig and woolly bush trees are now big enough to be able to look after themselves and to provide much needed shade and nibblies for the visiting birds.

13 bits of trivia )
izmeina: a snippet of Escher's circle of serpents (Default)
On Tuesday evening the serpent was sitting outside sipping on a glass of Oz bubbles. Got to thinking that for more than ten years now the Izzie new year has started not on the official Muggle date of 1st January but around the time of the Oz summer solstice. With 20/20 hindsight it is a sort of ground hog day. A good one is most auspicious indeed and most bad ones also set the tone for the next 360 something days.
The problem is that once the pattern has now become apparent it could become a self fulfilling prophecy.

Read more... )
izmeina: Strange Spiral Clock (Time Turner)
On Tuesday evening the serpent was sitting outside sipping on a glass of Oz bubbles. Got to thinking that for more than ten years now the Izzie new year has started not on the official Muggle date of 1st January but around the time of the Oz summer solstice. With 20/20 hindsight it is a sort of ground hog day. A good one is most auspicious indeed and most bad ones also set the tone for the next 360 something days.
The problem is that once the pattern has now become apparent it could become a self fulfilling prophecy.

Read more... )

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