Our Generation's "Kennedy Assassinations"

Where were you...


         ...when Reagan was shot?
         ...when the space shuttle blew up?
         ...when Iraq bombed Israel?
         ...when Lady Di was killed?
         ...when the towers came down?

I wonder

I wonder if I will have any hits from HSBC against my journal today?

I so do not miss that Dilbertesque Hell.

Bloody idiot conspiracy nuts

I found myself in a bit of research-y kind of mood tonight at did a little fact checking. Turns out I wasn't quite right on the red leaf thing. It wasn't a single red leaf between blue bars but rather the sprig of three red leaves you find on the shield in the coat of arms.

I was however essentially right about this. As these comments from the structural engineer who designed the towers show. I was incorrect on the details of the truck bomb (both my date and placement are incorrect) and incorrect about the structural importance of the central core, but the fact that the relatively weak floors were integral to the structural integrity of the towers and their collapse sucking the building in on itself was absolutely right. Why was I able to see this as they were falling but people are still imagining surreptitiously planted bombs, particle beams, aliens and gobs of other utter fucking nonsense?

My Rememberance

I've heard now of more than one person confused about how they should feel. You shouldn't feel any particular way. You can feel any way you like.

I didn't know I would lose my job. I had my trip booked before it happened. So I went anyway. I smelled the smoke with a hint of death on it and saw the rubble. I watched people in Battery Park City walking their dogs, going to work and just going on with their lives while the dust still clung to the torn awnings in front of their apartments. I went clubbing. Had Sunday brunch. Giggled on the top of the Empire State Building because I was enjoying my life. Later bdallaway and I had a coversation at Steve's birthday party last year about how perhaps the good of this might be a gerneration waking up and learning some hard lessions about the world like our parents learned during WWII. But no. We've just got another push-button murder-factory war run by a trained chimp, idiots like Reptard, his intrepid reporter Carey Wong and the like blaming it all on aliens and death-rays, and freaked out sheep willing to throw away their rights, accept lies and forego freedoms to in the name of paying ironic lip-service to justice, truth and freedom. How about a popular movement to impeach Bush on the grounds of incompetence and a real, tasteful, and meaningful memorial (not just another damn post-modern slab-with-names-on-it peice of crap) sitting in a small park surrounded by a collection of brand-spanking-new towers? Get rid of the moron, give the dead their honours, and get on with the living. There is 3.8 million square feet of office space missing from lower Manhattan and a crap load of living people who need jobs and space to work.

Today I avoided most of the crap, but of course it was ultimately unavoidable. There was the conversation in the elevator about cheap air-fares today. There was the coffee-room discussion about retarded airport security. There was the discarded special edition of the Vancouver Sun I looked at in the Seabus terminal (and then put down in disgust). There was the really excellent and factual show freaturing the structural engineer who built the towers that I let myself get sucked into for a while. But I avoided all the prefabricated whipping-up-support-for-daddy's-war schlock.

So here is my rememberance. Yesterday I said happy birthday to flashman. Today let me say a big fat fuck you to the cowardly weasels at HSBC. And tomorrow I'll get on with my life.

My mom rawks!

She just sent me ( this )

This is why she is the patron saint of kicking ass

Thanks to uberbabe for leading me to this.

Nutbar deluxe

Sorry, but this is just to priceless not to share:

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9/11 paranoia is alive and well in Vancouver Canada.

I was on my way to visit two friends for lunch today when a RCMP (police)
car pulled up next to me from somewhere behind my peripheral vision.
Without me looking at him as he got out of the car, he walked right up to me
and said, "Excuse me, but may I have a look at that item you are carrying on
your side there?" He held out his hand. I turned to look at him and said,
"Sure." I smiled and asked what his interest in me was as I was on my way
to meet two friends for lunch. He said that the people of Vancouver might
become very nervous watching a fellow in military camouflage walking around
carrying a horse crop on his belt. He held the "item" (crop) in his hand
briefly before placing it on the hood of his police car. He turned to me
and asked me if I was carrying any ID on me. I said, "Yes." He looked at
my blankly. I said "Is there a problem officer?" He mentioned that people
are very nervous in Vancouver right now regarding the possible terrorist
threat and that I stood out as someone to ask questions to. All of a sudden
the reality of "Big Brother" and random civilian checks popped up in my mind
and I cringed internally - hiding my reaction from my "poker face". I
slowly handed the officer my ID - I made sure to place my ID against my
pentacle so his eyes would witness my Pagan heritage. There's a reason that
I do this, a magickal reason. He watched my hands closely, eyes squinting
for an instant as I handed the officer my ID. His eyes glanced a few times
back and forth to my pentacle as he read my private details into his radio.
We both waited for the response from HQ. He began to change his tone a
little after seeing my pentacle.

The officer looked at my attire and again to my pentacle, scanning me
cautiously. I turned to show him my leash, lock and other items as we began
to speak... "Yes, this is who I am.", I stated with authority honoring
myself as I projected peace and inner strength around myself. "I have no
problem with your personal choices. This won't take long... ", he smiled
at me. I smiled in return - we were still waiting for that response from
HQ...

I decided to take this chance to ask him a question to see what his response
might be. "Do you recognize the patch on my arm?" He shook his head, "No,
sorry, I don't." He seemed to not be paying much attention to me as his
mind was suddenly wandering elsewhere. I decided to give him a clue, "An
80's TV series which involves secret shape-shifting Reptilians who live
amongst us...". I projected an image of my higher self at him in Reptilian
form and his response was interesting. He turned to me and opened his eyes
as if he was responding to something completely out of left field. He
replied slowly, "...Oh right... yes, I think I remember that series now,
Sir..." As he said this his eyes went wider. His reaction didn't seem to
quite match his words. He didn't take his eyes off of my face for a moment
too long, so I decided to tap my pentacle once again casually and project my
physical Human form instead. He looked at my pentacle and smiled, "I'm
sorry to be keeping you like this, Sir." The officer's apologetic nature
was a nice change of pace for me. I smiled and projected peace just as the
radio cleared me of all possible wrong-doings and past history. I got a
surprising "All clear" from the RCMP-HQ. (I say this after many years of
problems with their CSIS files and many trumped up charges which turned out
to be bogus. I have had to deal with problem police my whole life,
resulting in a "non-trusting" relationship between us. I was expecting
trouble, but instead found peace. I was very pleased.)

The officer turned back to meet my gaze and he said, "I'm terribly sorry for
stopping you like this, Sir." He began to call me by name and was very
polite, smiling frequently. I replied by saying that we seem to have, as a
society, allowed our paranoia and media based fears manifest in the most
ridiculous of ways. Stopping random people on the street for the way they
dress is just annoying. He turned his eyes away from me and seemed rather
embarrassed for a moment, but I assured him that if I was an officer and I
saw someone carrying a long metallic object that I probably would have
sought to ask questions as well, 9/11 scare or not. He smiled in
understanding as he looked back towards me. I left apologizing for my rough
voice (I have a cold right now) and my lack of time to chat. I assured him
that he handled this well. I thanked him for being polite and reasonable,
and I left for my lunch meeting, almost on time.

In retrospect I wonder why projecting myself in Reptilian form to police or
any other type of official seems to throw a spin on things. Is this only
magickal projection on my part, leaving them with a sense that I'm not just
another pedestrian? Or am I actually getting inside their head and showing
them my true form, something that they were not expecting to "see"? Do they
see me as Reptilian in their mind? Or is this just a sensation they pick up
on? I wonder. Or was that just a coincidence and he was merely reacting to
my pentacle and the mention of shape-shifting Lizards? Either way, it was a
slightly interesting encounter.

It really bothers me though that right here in Canada we have stooped so low
as to become an Orwellian city. I am not proud of living here right now at
all. We need to educate the RCMP as much as the civilians about the truth
of what we are really dealing with here.


Love,
Reptoid.
~~~~]xxx[:>~

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"An enigma wrapped in a riddle, with a tail in the middle."
- Purple Crow

"The intuitive mind is a sacred gift and the rational mind is
a faithful servant. We have created a society that honors the servant
and has forgotten the gift." - Albert Einstein

"The smart way to keep people passive and obedient is to strictly
limit the spectrum of acceptable opinion, but allow very lively debate
within that spectrum - even encourage the more critical and dissident
views. That gives people the sense that there's free thinking going on,
while all the time the presuppositions of the system are being reinforced
by the limits put on the range of the debate." - Noam Chomsky.

"Knowledge is strength, ignorance does not grant you any immunity."
- Purple Crow



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One last post before I go to bed

I bought a new memory card for my camera today. Where I once was limited to 35 or so pictures at 1024x768 with a lot of jepg compression loss (blurry reds being the worst part of that) I can now take ~120 1600x1200 pictures with minimal compression (or even 22 1600x1200 pictures with no compression at all!). In the mode I was using before, where I would get ~35 pcitures I can now do ~215. In the lowest resolution mode I can take ~540 pictures!