If you feel comfortable with it, post your location. Useful to locate other Discordians in your area for group pranks, projects, and mindfucks.
Most people probably won’t use a real e-mail address though. So good luck finding each other.
bunch of spags
According to Icke’s own website:
I want to make it clear one more time because a few people have still got the wrong impression. I have not put my name forward in the upcoming by-election because I want to win and nor do I have any chance of winning. I will get a few votes at most in the time we have. Personally I am not in the least bothered if I get zero.
It is not about that. It is about taking an opportunity in a by-election called by the sitting MP on the subject of ‘Big Brother’ to make the point that this is far, far bigger than even he realises and unless we see the BIG picture of what is going on nothing effective can be done to stop it.
We can sit on our bums and moan, or we can do what we don’t want to do (as with me in this case) to communicate what people need to know as effectively as we can.
best wishes,
David
I for one welcome our reptilian overlords.
Another snippet from Project POSTERGASM. Check it out here.
http://www.myconfinedspace.com/2008/06/21/free-homes/
We can never see eye to eye if we never admit to ourselves that our visions contain blind spots.
We each can see pieces of truth.
Pieces we accumulate as we navigate our Paths, in our Sphere of Possbility.
As we pursue the honorable pursuit of living life to its fullest.
Where things get fucked up is when we take our pieces and hammer them together to form The Picture.
Not taking into consideration that our blind spots have missed pieces along the way.
Pieces that others may have been able to see, and picked up along their Path.
We know that our Paths intersect and merge in various locations.
It is at these meeting places where we can pick up additional navigational coordinates.
By simply asking to see the others’ pieces of truth.
To have the humility to recognize that a collective pursuit of progress requires partnerships.
And that we each will have different clues for the course.
Far too often, however…
…we ignore…
and so…we diverge from a useful unity tackling the unknown…
…and carry on to what certainly will be dead ends.
“I don’t know” is a statement of strength, not weakness.
It is an acknowledgement of needing more input. The weakness would be ignoring other insights for further information.
We should always want to know more, about that which surrounds us. And about where it is we are going.
There is Honor in Humility. For in the end, it will help us on our way.
The internet was created as a network to allow humans to mostly interact with others and share knowledge. Amirite? Much like the cruel open world, we’re all mean here, arrogant, and yet faceless. Why do I leech on for my daily dose of the tubes? Besides some form of ridiculous co-dependence, the internet has allowed me to remember that humanity, even at it’s most amazing and selfless hours are still nothing but a collective of douchebags spreading their douchebaggery abound whilst flaunting their epic douchitude. And I find it amusing.
Do NOT come to me asking for help, posting threads of pity or buttons of Paypal on pages asking for donations to keep your website alive or to keep your bunny alive. Eat your bunny plz, post pictures, grant us thee folk of the internet the horrormirth we desire to continue our lives in a sick, twisted illusion of awesome. I am awesome, because I tell myself this on a daily, as it helps me get through my day with no medication required™!
I don’t tell you about my debt, my marital issues, my financial stress and overall hatred of my current status quo in great detail and outside of general jest, because you’re not listening. I did the Livejournal thing for a while, and all it did was create an abundance of drama I haven’t seen since middle school anytime I posted about something a wee bit wrong in my life…then I remembered I didn’t read my friend’s shit anyway, so why the fuck bother?
I don’t listen; you don’t listen.
I began a brief ritual of ‘Wednesday Rants’ on the ol’ LJ during my Sophomore year in college in an attempts to at least bring some sort of reason into having the damned thing…it didn’t work, and I abandoned it rather quickly, as the answers I either got were my friends of the best variety giving me empty praise or some faggot twisting it into bullshit. Therefore, I felt like I accomplished nothing. I often think of posting on Verwirrung, and feel that in short, it will really only benefit those here anyway if at all, because outside of PD.Com, no one could give a fuck about this site, but perhaps they need to? Maybe? Who knows. I highly doubt anyone here will get anything from this smear on the blog.
I’m not an entirely cold human being, no…but I have my moments. I am close to those I allow to be close, care for them, laugh and cry with them, but my shell is a woman that rarely smiles. This doesn’t mean I’m upset, it means that I just don’t care to unless I have good reason. There was a Daria episode in which the football alum from their high school died because the fucking goal post fell on his head or some shit, and it was pointed out that the reason Daria never smiles is because she ‘thinks’. I often use this as my excuse when I’m asked about my sour countenance. The reaction I get is usually an odd look and a, “But I think too, and I smile, so smile, damnit!” My retort is typically, “Well, maybe you aren’t thinking hard enough?” And leave it at that. I also like leaving my thoughts to myself.
…I also hate my teeth, but that’s another tale entirely.
The internet is my escape from thinking, sometimes WAY too much. It allows me to be creative during work, or gaming, it allows me to sit here and giggle like a motherfucker all day long as I leave this forum tabbed on my browser. The internet is a collective of minds that do the thinking for me, and I like it that way, because it gives my tired brain a break. No doubt others do the same.
So why should I give a fuck about what’s wrong with your life anyway?
GTFO my internet with your piteous throws of fits and excuses as to why you NEED to be accepted or WHY you’re different. We’re faceless, mindless-minds who congregate to feed off of your insolence like sociopath vampires…hiding our identities while we attack you with little or no remorse. If you need a shrink, GO TO A SHRINK, don’t come here, to the internet to find answers because Wikipedia gave you a link or you felt lucky on fucking Google.
Of course, one could always allude the internet is like a gang that you need beating into, which means that you better lay there and get it over and done with quickly to avoid severe injury…rather than putting up a struggle.
Oh fuck it, I really just wrote this to conjugate forms of douchebag. You all may go about your business.
Via the Huffington Post:
NEW YORK…Hillary and Bill Clinton announced today that they are forming a new political party to continue her fight for the presidency. Seeking to draw comparisons with Theodore Roosevelt’s ‘Bull Moose’, the new party will be called ‘Surly Eris’ for the Greek Goddess of discord and strife. According to the press release, the party will “cater to the perceived slights and accumulated frustrations harbored by women of a certain age and Lanny Davis.”
Speculation that Clinton would be placed on the Democratic ticket ended earlier in the day when representatives for Barack Obama refused her demand that he do all his campaigning in an open top limousine. Said a visibly indignant Harold Ickes, “Would we have liked Obama to be capable of enjoying pleasant weather? You bet your ass.”
Meanwhile, longtime Clinton friend and bagman Terry McAuliffe stressed that the new party would be open to “anyone with resentments and a credit card” including “honest, hard working Americans who just happen not to like blacks.”
When pressed by reporters on how Senator Clinton had managed to squander every institutional advantage in her descent from inevitability to runner-up, spokesman Howard Wolfson decried “this endless media fascination with the factual” adding “this isn’t about who won what how, this is about something far more important, the future of the Clintons”.
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Welcome to the modern day war zone. Right now, as I speak, a thousand battles are being waged for your submission and allegiance. Commanders and politicians have decided that the enemy is us and that we are to be bought to heel, as soon as possible.
No doubt some of you think I’m using hyperbole, or metaphor to illustrate an example of our socially fractured society and the commodification of identity. And while those certainly are problems, anyone thinking about those in relation to my rant today are wrong. Right now, you and I are quite literally at war with at least one government, namely that of the USA.
Oh to be sure there won’t be running battles with light infantry. No air-strikes are going to be called in on your house, and I’m reasonably certain you wont get carted away to Guantanomo Bay, or any other black site that exists. But just because guns aren’t being loaded and blood isn’t been spilt doesn’t mean this isn’t a conflict.
You see, war isn’t about the clash of armies on the battlefield anymore. Hell, its barely even about killing, except as an advertising hook or a final solution for people who refuse to stop being a pain in the ass. No, warfare has moved through the gentlemanly period of pitched battles and low casualties, blown apart by Napoleon and perfected in the slaughterhouse of WWI. Its not even the dirty political warfare that characterized the Cold War, marked by futile superpower conflict and strategies designed to bleed a superpower by third world proxies, and on the other end of the scale by terrorism.
No, warfare today is about fighting on the psychological and narrative level. Its about capturing the mind, and shackling it to the agenda of the day, regardless of what that agenda may be.
FYI, Rev Cekemp has been busy making an English language version of the Brazilian Discordian blog, Orkutcido.
Please check it out, as it will be a great way to build links with the apparently numerous Brazilian Discordians, without having to learn too much Portuguese.
