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Kropotkin

I second.

A tad OTT, PK, Meno. Nevertheless, your comments are appreciated.

I may be mistaken, but I believe the 20th anniversary passed without a mention. :-k

Who can forget that particular episode of the Phil Donahue Show? First broadcast in 1978.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, please give a warm welcome to Gary from Arkansas. Gary has some quite unique views regarding women.”
Applause.
Gary smiles upon entry.
Applause increases.
Gary is a suave individual. His suit costs more than most audience members would earn in a year. Many would consider him to be handsome.
Applause eventually dies down.

I’m sure many will recall the episode.

Donahue: You should stand for election.
Gary: I’ve had one or two.

Audience: Rapturous laughter, interspersed by one or two gasps.

Donahue: Gary, you have reached a certain standing in society. Tell the audience what you told me earlier about license.
Gary: Women?
Donahue: Yes, women.
Gary: Pussies?
Donahue: That’s the one.
Gary: When you’ve made it… and keep in mind, it doesn’t happen overnight… (Gary straightens his tie, shakes his head, smiles) when you meet a woman you fancy, you can just grab 'em by the pussy.

Audience: Collective booing. It is continuous. Gary is compelled to leave the stage.
Once the unrest has settled, Donahue speaks.

Donahue: That was shorter than anticipated. (Phil laughs) I said he should stand for election!.. Moving on… My next guest claims to be something of an expert on climate change. He happens to believe that if we don’t change our ways, then instead of the occasional deadly wildfire, here and there, they will occur with monotonous regularity right across the entire globe - the increased CO2 emissions eventually rendering the planet uninhabitable - save for the odd cockroach… (Phil chuckles)

Audience: Rapturous laughter, interspersed by one or two gasps.

youtu.be/c45a8Htv3c0

In a sky full of people only some want to fly

Isn’t that crazy

In a world full of people only some want to fly

Isn’t that crazy

In a world full of people only some really live

In a world full of people only some truly give

Postby derleydoo » Mon Sep 20, 2021 3:00 am

Ecmandu wrote:
You’re an extremely arrogant poster when it comes to “people just get what they deserve therefor I don’t have to think about it or do anything about it”

Do you have any idea how much suffering is endured by others to allow you to speak one fucking sentence in this world?

No.

You don’t.

And I hope you never do.

derleydoo (deeply wounded) replied:

I shall consider myself fortunate, that in this world of non-consent violation, which you wish to create, you did not refer to me as - a “fucking cunt.”

Is that Oh Kay? :slight_smile:

I like it when that happens, no clue, it’s 3 am. I am trying to write a letter to my wife - by way of an apology. Meno turns up. So many distractions.
Then Ecmandu.
Hence it finds a place at 3 am - and gone.

I am doing my best, Ecmandu. You say I do nothing about it. I am currently working at the speed of light - if you have a valid method of increasing my speed - please, you be sure to drop me a line. I’m studying the same thing as you. You are light years ahead of me.

Back in the day (my day) if you referred to another, as a cunt - well - ‘it just didn’t happen’. If it did, it led to physical violence.
Now - it moves too fast for me - we can glibly refer to another, as a ‘fucking cunt’ - and describe others, as arrogant. I have a lot of catching up to do.

It’s 3 am and gone.

I am writing a letter to my wife.

Office talk.
If I was to say to you, it’s 6:8, today, what would you think?
Basketball player? No idea. Seriously, no idea.
What if I was to say to you, 9:8?
Why, what reason?
Okay. How about 9:11?
Twin towers.
And?
A lot of people died.
Okay. What if I said, 6845?
Wasn’t that many. Nearer 3,000.
9845?
No, I said, just under 3,000. What’s your point?

You’re lucky, discordant things like that used to bother me.
Guess that’s not a good associative sign.
No, like looking for signs is also bad.
That get’s to my theory of why most dreams , occur before waking, if you can get to sleep after waking, the dream tries to reassociate the conscious to the unconscious state where reduced signs can disassociate dreams from being conscious of them.
So said papa Freud, I suppose. And consent violative dreams are no exception. There we may try to atone for these in dreams that we are unable to while waking.

Now awoke after 3 hours. Things more proportionately appear.Thanks god God, for this miracle

What’s good about it is some energy transfer from higher up, summum excelsior , and immense. childish wonder to connect with the world.

Just sunshine even in a rainy day.

OK :slight_smile:

Thanks for that derelydo.

Now for a change I would like to turn the topic that maybe only night- owls.could trepidate on
, but has relevance here, at any rate. Oops it’s a brand new day gotta take kids to school, maybe tonight, get back to it, with your consent.

Look forward to it, Men. :slight_smile:

Thanks for that, me as well

It is 2:15 pacific standard time and I can mot sleep.
A thought occured to me to try to explore Noam Chomsky, and I don’t know why that occured to me just know.
There is some certainty in the appearance of a thought, especially coming forth upon a premature waking from a dream, or just from a dreamless state of the conscious-unconscious mix.

My dream of Polanyi, a few years back is such a state , for prior to that dream, I had no inkling of who he was.

Now apply Chomsky to the mix and this :

“the study of any aspect of language has a possibility of getting us to the biological structure. … For example, the study of abstract syntax or abstract phonology leads to certain aspects of the biological structure of language, that is, to crucial and intrinsic elements of cognition.”

If encode reads this. If You have corresponded with him , how would this perplexing interpretation go down among the 3 of us. Supposing me, meno, would assume the traditional role of questioning betweem Plato, Socrates. and me
(meno). Or trade roles.
I am fascinated by psychic relevance to Your work, and do not hold a question like this outlandish. other then perplexing.

So mow, approaching 3 am. Will try to resume slumbers, in the hope of some sort of reflection on Your part, and faintly satisfied that I have not abandoned our previous conversation.

-just a stab in the dark’-

Afterthought; if there are some correcting mistakes here in, please don’t hold it against me, for my lessening vision plays a large part in editing. even without the glasses that I normally place besides me on my side table next toy bed-which is the case tonight.

It’s approachIng 3 am and another thought occured to me vis. Conversing with Berkeley babes about Celine’s ’ Long days Journey into Night, that he also wrote 'America.
Now the fog created in my mind awakened only in part, that I conflated Celine with the author who wrote ‘Metamorphosis’ ’ whose name I normally not forget during daylight.

I HOPE SHE READS THIS, as inclusive wwith whom the same stream of consciousness.
But I forthwith will look him up for the benefit of my doubtful mind.

Franz Kafka

It’s now 3 am

metmuseum.org/toah/hd/seim/hd_seim.htm

From wiki:

“Numerically, it is Japan’s largest religion, the second being Buddhism. Most of the country’s population takes part in both Shinto and Buddhist activities, especially festivals, reflecting a common view in Japanese culture that the beliefs and practices of different religions need not be exclusive.”

Not 3 am, but the words would have been composed at around about three am - many years ago! I was ‘enjoying’ a legal dispute at the time. The dark of night, when sleep escapes and one finds oneself deep in thought! I had young children who were at various stages of their schooling. It struck me that I - and everyone I knew - had been subjected to a similar experience. :slight_smile:

M******** stared at M. completely agog.
“I thought we were supposed to be going to court.”
“Court, my boy? Court? Why this is the highest court in the land.”
“You’re joking.”
“Of course I’m not joking. Watch. Listen. Learn. Pay attention.”
“Order! Order!”
"Madame Speaker, as I was saying before I was so
And then a flash of inspiration
Not to be feared
Nothing is to be feared.
“Order! Order! The Honourable Member knows the rules. Now will he please sit down.”
We need to weigh him.
He’s very tiny.
He’s perfect.
It’s time for his feed.
It’s time for his bath.
It’s time for his inoculation.
It’s time to get up.
It’s time to have breakfast.
It’s time to have lunch.
It’s time for tea.
Everythin stops for tea.
Tea, as in gee, did you notice how Naughty.
You naughty boy, stop that!
You naughty girl, stop that!
Ah… but didn’t you notice how naughty they were being.

It’s time to get up.
It’s time for your bottle.
No. Of course you can’t.
Don’t ask questions.
Stop crying.
Don’t be naughty.
You’re too old to do that.
Don’t cry.
Don’t ask why.
Stick a dummy in his mouth.
It’s time for his feed.
It’s time for his need.

It’s time for playschool.
Let’s see what shapes we can make.
It’s time to go home.
It’s time for dinner.
It’s tea time.
Don’t be naughty.
It’s time for Daddy to come home.

It’s time for school.
Time to bend him to our rule.
Time gentlemen, please.
Come along now, please.
It’s two seconds to midnight.
Time you weren’t here.

This coat, is it wise to give it to these people?
You’re questioning the wisdom of Christ?
Not exactly.
That’s exactly the way it is.
But how do I know that you’re not some kind of illusion?
I am.
Well, there you are.
Exactly. I am your illusion, your reality, your hopes, your dreams, your aspirations. I am everythin to you. The more you trust, the more I give.
Pressure? You talk of pressure?
I am the pressure - I am the blood
I am the wind, the rain and the flood!
I am life - I am death
I’m your first - and your final breath.
I am the fire that burns and the balm that sooths.
I am more than you think I am.
For example, I am
The wisdom of the sages
Who know not a thing.
I am the telephone - I am the ring
I am the apple - I am the core
I am the football match - I am the score
I am the dodo you thought was dead
I am the purple - I am the read
I am the things that you fear when you’re scared
I am the portion - I am the shared
I am the P in the Blockbuster show
I am the source of above and below
I am the up and the down in a lift
I am the giver - I am the gift
I am more than you’ll ever know what I can be
I am sure that you’ll never know what I can see

So you see,
It’s unwise to play games with those who have access to the best
Call it teacher training, call it just a little test.
I won’t say flying colours, did I pass or did I fail
In fact, I’m looking rather peaky, I’m looking rather pale.
But I mustn’t be complaining, I must grin and gently bear
Pretend it doesn’t bother me, pretend that I don’t care.
Pretend that I’m not angered, pretend I’m not in pain,
Pretend your loathsome conduct is not driving me insane.

So, girls…
I suppose the point I am trying to make - in the middle of the night, is
You have no idea what goes on in the offices of PCH&N.
The pen in hand, you understand
That, my child, I am.
The pickle in the pickle jar
The sweetness of the jam!
Love you more!
:slight_smile:

K: I can imagine this poem as words to songs written by Pink Floyd or a strange
Beatles song…if I had any musical ability at all, I would turn this into
an epic concept CD… or as we called it back in the day…an album…

it is a little too mystical for a Who album… but maybe RUSH?

Kropotkin