Political Dump

[waldopaper]

Oh... don't look at the crash. Damn... you looked. "Politics" are useless. But you can't avoid looking at the wreck. Then you wish you hadn't. Dump it on this thread. Maybe we can get it out of our system.

[Mouse]

Hello, where has everybody been? Goodness it's been quiet. Oh, I forgot to turn on my computer... Too busy being stoned
by children. Or does that come under art?

[BO]

Stoned by children? What the hell?

[Mouse]

Actually, now it's after midnight here in the south of England, perhaps I should whisper....
very few of the people I meet believe that global warming is a genuine man-made catastrophe. Honestly.
Did I tell you about that chap who drove me to the hospital. No, not him, the other one. The fellow who used to work with the politicians and bureaucrats of the European Union before he retired. I don't know his name and I wouldn't recognise him in a crowd.

He said that his job concerned the implementation of EU directives on the reduction of carbon emissions.
He also said the Germans, Italians and French were particularly adept at dodging real change. In his opinion the kind of green politics that genuinely interested the people he dealt with were statements that gained them good newspaper headlines. He did not think that making real change was at all important to any of them, status and greed were their motivation.

Then it transpired that he himself was a non-believer, and he believed the refutation of the case for man-made environmental catastrophe. Somewhat sad in the circumstances, what?

[BO]

Time will tell.

One thing's for certain: Man doesn't have the [emotional] where-with-all to stop the destruction of the environment. It will continue until we've made the planet inhabitable.

It's actually quite sad that some are generating false hope by instituting environmental protections. They are all a drop in the bucket compared to what really needs to be done--including reducing human population drastically.

Not hoping for a die-off. But that will be the result of our greed and procrastination. It's just the way it is.

[Mouse]

The art of walking home from school, have snaps of her turning in the sunshine, kicking cans, pirouetting. Just likes to stand watching boys waiting, watching skateboarding, builders measuring sand. Picking up stones from gravel driveways I tell her to put them back and they end up in my pockets somehow or my pink bag, with the daisies.

On Tuesday the new playground was ready and full of children on the corner just before our turn up the last short steep hill. There was a big saucerful of girls and boys swinging high, and underneath their shoes haphazard, dishevelled. What a noise and a sight to stare at. Much older than her, they shrilled and she was mesmerised.

So we stood and watched till I noticed a rain of stones clattering all about. Down the road opposite heads bobbing behind a fence, a group of children and they're out again throwing more stones at us. So odd, so unexpected, falling short most of them but some hit my arm, my shoulder, energy almost spent and thick wadding so no harm done to flesh, not like the stone that nearly blinded me when I was around her age, four. And she's in their range too yet won't budge when I call her so how can I chase after them to try and find out what's happening ( for I don't understand it at all, would you?).

She is planted firmly and intent, stubbornly watching. I shriek eventually to gather her in and up on the saddle of my bike. Then we cross carefully the road now speckled with stones and aim for the people there, aged about twelve, three girls run away, three boys walk and I catch up. It wasn't them they say, it was the girls. But why, what is this about, so cowardly... They are turning in on a sly joke and I had better quit before...oh, not more foolery of this sort I am thinking.

I am walking away, pushing my grand-daughter riding high when more stones fly by us. Turning, there the last stone thrown while I am looking straight at the nice boy, his round face. He waves at me and peels off.

So now I am walking fast, pushing her up the the hill, and losing my cool entirely. It falls away, it flakes off.
And I am not a good granny for a while. I am cross and sad, dishevelled and demented.

Today a phone call from someone down the road reveals the police putting notes through doors, asking for news of stone throwers last Tuesday at four, who broke the window of a house and the windscreen of a car there. So. Hmm.

[Mouse]

Not anything, deforestation caused by clearing land for biofuels is one of the sorest things.
Plus, of course, with famine looming in the coming years its doesn't seem sensible to be planting crops for cars.

Sweet dreams.

[Mouse]

http://www.rocketry.org/news/newsStory.php?newsID=10

A 67-year-old American billionaire is believed to have become the first person to have launched himself into space using only a home-made rocket and without the assistance of any major space agency it was reported by the SFTR last week. The incident, which occurred December 2007 has sparked a major investigation by NASA and the Department of Defense, who have subsequently treated the matter as a 'serious incident' and a major breach of National Security.
Dr Neil Abraham, a self-made billionaire originally from Oregon, is believed to have conceived and financed not just the construction of an advanced space-vehicle, but also an entire space-program and launch facility based in a remote area of southern Greenland.
Despite over a month having elapsed since Dr Abraham succesfully departed Earth, no word has yet been given in regards to his current whereabouts, with many people now fearing he couldn't have survived without proper life-support systems. While the media has largely stayed clear from the story fearing a hoax, the Department of Defense has confused the issue by releasing a statement describing a joint FSKS/NSA operation to retrieve data from Dr Abraham's Washington residence, apparently including a detailed blue-print of fifteen space-vehicles each around 30 meters tall.
Interestingly, Chinese Central Television reported only days before Christmas a complaint made by the Chinese Government in regards to 'un-scheduled rocket launches' from a facility in the Atlantic - one of which is apparently 'being successfully tracked' and has been un-officially labelled FENOA.
Dr Abraham leaves a wife and a 29-year old daughter.

Well, that's one way of dealing with it all. I'm terribly sorry for his family, but I am now going to stagger up to bed hooting with laughter, it's just such an absurd thing to do, and so expensive.

Do you remember that chap, a North American, who floated about amongst the clouds for quite some time in a chair with several helium balloons attached, trying to work out how to get down.

He did survive unscathed, (or did he have a frostbite?) after help from air traffic control and some people with aeroplanes and things, after travelling hundreds of miles. I sent a cutting to my father about it, he always enjoyed laughing at other people's misfortune in those days.

[BO]

So, the fed wants to arrest him? For what. Wanting to go to high?

Fuck the Department of Dunces. We all have the right to leave--one way or another. It's that damn inalienable thing that no man-made bureaucracies can take away. When I go, I'd like to take a few of those dunces with me...

And yeah, I remember the balloon guy. Didn't he have to shoot the balloons to lose altitude? I'm too tired to search for it. I think he won a Darwin award although most have to die before they qualify. I actually think the dude had a plan. Most win outta simple stupidity.

[waldopaper]

oy! such a flurry of activity! today i lectured on Moishe the Beadle, a character from Weissal's Night....and pointed out that he was a "Cassandra" (also from Literature). Dudes... we need to get the ladies on line... ms. box, ms. bo, ms. rossi... et al... and ladies- ye need to get your men over here. i assure you... it's gonna be just as hard to convince ms. waldo... for many of the same reasons... too busy, etc. etc. etc... but all they gotta do is log in. Impossible?

Whaddya think?

[BO]

God, I hate "Is there a God?" Arguments. It's a totally futile exercise. Might as well try to argue the limits of infinity.

Personally, I don't think man's actions have anything to do with (a) God. But I do believe in good and evil--a thing that exists outside of certain mental disorders/characteristics. Some sort of energy/harmonic/cosmotic thingy. Karma perhaps could best describe it. Guess I've met too many damn evil Christians to feel that christianity is anything but false morality.

Waldo, I'm not sure I want Mrs. Bo reading everything I say here. This place is a bit of escape for me. Although I do read posts to her from time to time. Even my kid knows who you are. So, take heart. Your audience is bigger than you think. ;-)

[waldopaper]

Speaking of which... I just found out about the hottest chick in the entire world: Lisa Randall.

[BO]

Nothing sexier to moi than a smart woman. Gotta have a sense of humor to make it work though.