Sunday, August 22, 2010

The Ordeal Of Credo Mutwa

There is a young punk operating out of Swaziland who may very well find himself on the underside of a blue car, a prophecy rendered by Credo Mutwa, keeper of the knowledge of the Zulu nation. How that could be is one of the mysteries of the ages.

The 89-year-old Mr. Mutwa describes the ordeal he recently endured where he was sandbagged by a group of thugs and robbed of the Zulu's precious historic artifact, The Necklace Of The Mysteries. It was after incessant pestering from a group who accused him of betraying his people that the shaman donned the necklace and set off to meet his accusers. The disgruntled ones met him at the station, took him hostage, made their accusations and roughed him up, then had their women-folk return him to the station the next day sans the Necklace. They were a ring of young petty criminals although ostensibly natives with a grudge against Mutwa for sharing information with white people. Being an elder with an eye for reading people and understanding situations, his responses apparently unnerved the group - perhaps with the exception of the fairy (Mutwa's uncertain translation to describe the white male in the background).

David Icke and Bill Ryan are currently in South Africa on a pre-arranged visit with Mutwa to chronicle the shaman's life. The two have publicized the story of the theft and are encouraging anyone with information. . .

A Zulu shaman has been assaulted, robbed and dishonored.

A band of poor Africans committed the crimes.

A wealthy conscienceless character has the opportunity to purchase an ancient necklace for private collection.

. . . Icke and Ryan will be filtering quite a number of responses.

Perhaps the misguided criminals may have a change of heart, given the irony of white guy in the room which one would assume the shaman pointed out in one way or another. Regrettably, the chances are remain negligible that the necklace will make it back safely. There are a number of conscienceless characters who would have their anticipating agents positioned on the road back home.

This leads to consideration of one of the other mysteries of the ages: Evil can never be wholly defeated because it owns most of the gold (and copper as in the case of the Necklace) and has the best firepower. Unless there is a change in tactics of course.

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Decommissioning the Pedestals of Truth

The alternative news folks are at it again. There has been a parting of the webcasts between Alex Jones and Mike Rivero. Recharging is the feud between Laura Knight and Jim Humble. Across cyber town, there's a Project Camelot reunion. Les Visible is back in the box with Rense and Rivero.

These are the folks who harp, preach and throttle against divide-and-conquer tactics. These are the folks urging their fellows to awaken to truth, face facts, question authorities . . . but then what? Exactly what is it that they and their contemporaries suggest is the next step beyond knowing?

Nothing very helpful or effective from a geewizster point of view.

Jones and Rivero are in the camp that seems to favor the canned goods and shotgun defense preparations. Rense goes along halfway with this; he's not big on firearms apparently. Rense's other half goes along with those who point their readers toward spiritual offense remedies such as visualization, self-realization, calls to cosmic intermediaries, and such sorts of things. As one living in a transient's apartment complex full of homeland security types, I say that neither of these paths to freedom will work. Sure, I might get off a couple of rounds but I'll never make use of the string beans. I can visualize till I'm breathless but the odds of faith bringing forth the angels or an ascension are a gazillion to one. I have enough self-realization to do the calculations.

There have been many instances where the readership of a truth-telling website has been directed to bombard a newspaper or congressional office with letters of outrage or objection. We've been linked to polls in order to demonstrate our numbers. We've been offered tee shirts for being photographed at a protest with a website's banner. Still, objectionable legislation passes, soldiers march off, jobs disintegrate, property is stolen, natural resources appropriated, privacy invaded, and taxes, licenses, fees and penalties continue to mount. In fact the oppressions have accelerated.

The more the truth is made known, the faster our downhill momentum toward collapse.

There are still a few ways in which Americans might get the attention of authorities but they won't be possible for long. Suggestions have been put forward by readers of the "donate now" sites but never put to headline. Some are:

- Stay home on the 4th of July, the day after Thanksgiving and other holiday or shopping days when the citizenry is expected to travel or spend money.

- Refuse to pay annual taxes.

- Do not vote.

- Have a stay home from work day.

- Have a walk, drive, fly or take a bus to DC or state capitols day.

Americans will not successfully defend themselves or pray their way out of this fine mess we've got. Anyone who tries to tell us so needs to have their donate button revoked.

Sunday, July 18, 2010

The Hug

What better day to discuss the hug craze than the Roman Catholic-appointed sabbath, a day when there's a whole lot of grin-and-bear-it hugging going on across this church-going nation?

Seems to be that Americans began to embrace the hug heartily somewhere along in the 1990's. From whence it sprang as a casual adult practice is unclear. A good guess is that the hippies started it and 12-step groups stole the idea. Those organizations pride themselves as being bastions of support, comfort and understanding. Because the groups often met in church basements, it was not unexpected that the practice eventually went upstairs. When recovery and other support groups became an American industry, hugging seeped into the medical profession and forged beyond its previous boundary of pediatrics.

So here we are, trained to hug our way to better feelings. It is not working. This is a provable by a peek at the DSM-IV-TR or a glance at the pharmaceutical intake figures.

It used to be that hugging was for children, lovers, occasionally spontaneous sports fans, and some adults in reuniting with a long-absent dear one or seeing them off on a journey. Hugs were and are always present at times of bereavement, they are spontaneous and welcomed displays of human grief.

During the Vietnam War, the term was picked up by the military to describe the enemy's tactic employed to avoid being bombed into oblivion. (One might reasonably hypothesize that this tactic gave birth to the acceptance of civilian casualties and friendly fire as regrettable consequences of engaging the enemy.)

Prior to the second half of the 20th century, hugging between acquaintances and strangers was virtually unheard of. Now it is commonplace to be caught by the rhetorical demand, "Can I get a hug?"

No, thank you, I hardly know you.

How many are brave enough to say no when they would prefer not to be embraced? Some of us raise an eyebrow, scowl or step back in hopes of dissuasion. Such a response often leads the hugger to be offended or to launch into a pop-psychology attack. Woe be tied for the one who refuses the advance from agents of God or the healthcare system. Here's where being a curmudgeon or a witch comes in handy, or for the small child, being a spoiled brat is useful for avoiding the hug. Unfortunately for them, eventually either their immunity will be compromised or they shall endure the trials of reprogramming. At the rate society is pushing the hug, they will soon join the rest of us out here the hugosphere.

Of course, there are those granted birth-right exception from the hug. . .

If one is an aristocat (spelling intentional), hugs are out of the question. To be of royalty or celebrity -- anyone from the tippy-top echelons of government, business and religion -- is to be exempt from the hug. It is not just the bodyguard or security detail that provide defense. None dare touch the great ones because that's the rule. Members of society have been indoctrinated in the minutest principles of respect for authority. It took a few generations for the great divide between members and rulers to become obvious and secure. It won't be compromised by a hug.

Anyone who thinks they are beyond the grasp of the average bear need only ask themselves, "Can I be hugged today?" If one answers yes or maybe, then that one is not of the social strata they're kidding themselves they belong to. Think about it -- imagine trying to give CEO 44 or Pope 266 a hug.

There was much ado when #44 Michelle Obama put her hand on Queen Elizabeth II's back during their meet-and-greet. However the gesture was not a hug. Granted, it was improper and ill-advised contact. But this was the chance QE II took when she granted audience without permitting her sister to review and tutor the first couple. Another explanation given is that Michelle Obama is a direct descendant of the pharaohs, giving the first lady divine right upmanship on the queen. Perhaps. If so, that was risky business on Michelle's part. Elizabeth has control of all the records and Michelle's geneological documentation could disappear with the flick of bic.

Granted, there are a few humans out there that are traditional huggers on all occasions and would be no matter the fad or social training. Some are affectionate-natured (usually women and children) and the rest are perverts (usually men from this female perspective). The exceptions need not be detailed, we know who they are and why they do it. (Ever notice that Mr. Jones and Mrs. Smith seem awfully friendly at church?)

All too often the hug is an invasion of personal privacy which of course explains why it is gaining in acceptance in these underwear-as-outerwear days.


Thursday, July 15, 2010

Checkout Lines

People: Jen's New Man (Her latest co-star)

Star: Jen's Baby Plans (Adoption says close source)

National Enquirer: Brad & Angie (Split/Rekindle/Adopt)

National Examiner: Anguished Last Days (Of dying/dead celebrity)

The Sun: Nostradamus Prediction (The End Is Nigh)

Time: Person of the Week (Human)

Newsweek: Person of the Week (Corporation)

Cosmo: What He Really Wants In Bed! (You!- To do all the work!)

O!: The Best You! (New Exercise! New Mantra!)

Vogue: Hot New Looks for the Season (Under $100.00 (Each seam))

Good Housekeeping: The Five-Minute Meal (Chicken, Rice & Vegetable)

Better Homes & Gardens: Easy, Breezy Nook & Cranny (Redecorate)

Readers Digest: 5 Ways to Save (Clip, Trim, Keep, Recycle, Trade)

Soap Opera Digest: Who Will Die? (Not Sonny Corinthos)

Horoscope: Your Lucky Numbers (0,1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9)

Saturday, July 10, 2010

The Price Tag Of Truth

My fellow Americans, brothers and sisters in spirit, dear friends, kinfolk, neighbors, strangers, and global cyber passerbys, we come to serve and service Truth for you. This mission - now a life's work - is nothing more or less than a response to the prompt from Who Whom has chosen this vessel for Truth duty.

Dear ones, we bring this urgent revelatory message from Who Whom: Truth is not and can not be free.

Upon reading this revelation, many of you will be startled. We anticipate your defiance, your rejection, your rebellion against these words of Truth. We expect your mind will be confused and your heart will be troubled. Depart immediately to the quiet place where the sea waves splash, the mountain air refreshes, the hoot owl lulls, or the card swiper signals positive. Reflect on the imperfect nature of you, a mere human in the grand scheme of all that is, was and ever will be. Return to our words when you have seen the light of open-mindedness and have felt the melting of your heart.

Hear ye this, beloved: Orderly earthly existence demands that Truth be told. The way of telling is narrow and twofold; it rolls either off the presses or the tongues of the chosen. Both methods require amplification. Amplification, properly and effectively conveyed, requires human effort. This, dearest ones, is your cue.

Cyberspace access and presence, recording and transmission devices, publication instruments, and lecture halls are the bare necessities of Truth conveyance. Essentials to be secured for the vessel of Truth are transportation, lodging, and meals.

Beloved, let's not do this on the cheap. Consider the impact of Truth in HD sound with special effects graphics, broadcast from the paw of the Sphinx or the altar of the Chrystal Cathedral. Ruminate upon the numbers reached by embedding the vessel of Truth in locations such as Jerusalem, Mecca, Fatima, Tibet, or the International Space Station. Reflect upon the impression of a well-dressed, professionally fresh-faced, manicured, and shiatsued vessel.

Little ones, you shall awaken to your sacrificial tasks. The very least of you have services or coins to offer which will please and glorify Who Whom assigns this vessel of Truth.

Your rewards are forthcoming if - and only if - you will place your trust in Who Whom appoints this vessel. Remember good and faithful people that life after life is a known unknown. We urge you not to be left behind or unpositioned. The best is yet to come for those who morn, weep, toil, suffer and bleed. If you the dimmest lights shine together to move forward this vessel so that Truth can be sold to all seekers, your names will be branded in the gold book adorned with silver trim and precious gemstones that is located in the other-dimensional temple.

To the rich human who is poor in spirit, we say: Send in a million dollars, and make this one a millionaire vessel. What better evidence, what more demonstration, could Who Whom ask from one whose pampered and sassy self will not otherwise fit through the eye of the needle?

Think upon these things, oh ye in confusion. An eternal glorious destination depends on faith. Faith must abide in a sturdy and magnificent vessel if it is to survive the greatest trip ever a human may make.

Delay not! for the costs of vessel construction are skyrocketing and the number of utopia-bound vessels are limited.

Act now and you too can be an investor in what shall be the greatest vessel Who Whom has ever anointed.

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

The Program

In the year of the harmonic convergence, the sun set on my young adult life and I grabbed on to Alcoholics Anonymous in fear of everlasting drunkenness. Over the course of the next seven years I went through three sponsors. Year fourteen, the homeless year, I accessed online support at the public library. Sixteen years in, the last sponsor died and was not replaced. Year twenty was the last I saw of the rooms.

In the beginning when the mind fog cleared and I began trudging the road to happy destiny, it became obvious to me that some folks got to cruise instead of trudge. Later I realized how that was possible: rule bending by select interpretation of the texts based on knowledge of AA's hidden history. Still I did not give up the idea that if I would continue working the steps to the best of my ability, the promises found on page 89 in the book would come true for me. Or at least half of them. In the end days I searched diligently to find one or two once or twice.

Recently reminded of meditation by Pope 266, I was inspired to revisit the website of Agent Orange, an investigative critic of Alcoholics Anonymous. New information specifically of interest was that on the Pacific Group's Clancy Imislund. Clancy is an AA superhero; skid row mission founder, media darling, and pigeon of the late Chuck Chamberlain.

Chuck's and Clancy's tapes were required listening during my first seven years in AA. I was trained to worship them and emblazon their words in my memory banks.

One day while listening to a Chuck tape that had always grated on my nerves, I had the sudden thought that Richard Chamberlain was his son - the young child he mocked with one of his smart remarks in the annoying tape. At the time (the pre-google era) I couldn't prove my intuited theory and forgot the offending remark by not listening to that particular Chuck C. tape ever again. Those guys tell the same stories over and over anyway so my sponsor and the group busybodies never detected any deficiency in my chuckisms. The experience was one of the first indications that the gods of AA weren't as advertised .

About a year ago I spotted Richard Chamberlain's autobiography at the public library and stayed up the night to finish it. He is indeed the son of Chuck C. There was satisfaction in reading that Richard turned out to be a gentleman of integrity and purpose. Chuck never had a clue what those words meant outside of the AA definitions. That is why I was willing to leave poor old Chuck undisturbed in file storage - until today.

After catching up with Clancy antics at the Orange Papers, I got the sudden urge to google Chuck. Looks like the anonymous alcoholic made a name for himself with the beltway bandits.

On September 27, 1969, Chuck C. testified "anonymously" before the Senate Drug and Alcohol Abuse Subcommittee. He was introduced and led by fellow AA member Senator Harold Hughes. Indications are that they did not acknowledge their brotherhood for the record. I do not know if any of the other senators in attendance (Dominick, Saxbe, Cranston and Murphy) had any knowledge of the program.

Skipping past Chuck's AA-qualifying self-introduction, his purpose in testifying begins to unfold:

Now, we in Alcoholics Anonymous think that alcoholism is a disease. You have heard it spoken of this morning several times as such. I think informed medical opinion throughout the country recognizes it as a disease. It is defined as a disease of twofold nature, an allergy of the body coupled with an obsession of the mind.

However, most of us, or many of us, think that there is a third factor. We think it's a living problem. We do not deny the allergy of the body or the obsession of the mind.

At this point, Chuck reverts back to his AA story in support of his theory that there is a "third factor" in the "disease" of alcoholism called a "living problem". Then he gets back on track:

Now, we feel that the medical approach and psychological approach, and the religious approach are all good. We feel that all approaches to this disease should be brought to bear upon it, but most of us are convinced that if we're going to get rid of the bottle we have to replace it with something better, with a state of being that makes drinking unnecessary.

Again, he goes off to Chuck land before getting on with the big set up:

We think that before long it might be the legal opinion that they can't throw us in jail any more just for being a drunk, that we have to be taken care of as sick people. And it looks as though there will have to be detoxification enters and halfway houses throughout the country.

And it's going to take a lot of money. It's going to take a lot of know-how. We are very pleased about the fact that there is a separate committee now that is very much interested in this problem and that it is manned by knowledgeable people. We think that perhaps through the medium of these meetings throughout the country more interest will be brought to bear on the Senate as a whole and that as a result you will get appropriations which will make it possible for you to do some things -- such as setting up these detoxification centers and halfway houses. (Emphasis added.)

Chuck then asks his own question, "In this event what would be the position of Alcoholics Anonymous?" To which he answered himself:

Traditionally we neither endorse or oppose any causes. We cooperate but we do not affiliate. We are on tap in most of these things, but never on top. So I think our position would be this: That when the detoxification has been accomplished, that we would, as individual members of Alcoholic Anonymous, then be available to share our experience, strength and hope with those who are coming through the halfway houses. And it is from this angle that I think that it would be of the greatest benefit to your program. We cannot take an active part as a society, but we can take an active part as individuals.

"On tap . . . but never on top"? How obsequious. Nevertheless, Chuck has cut "AA" a piece of the pie and offers his fellow AAs in sacrifice to the great work:

[W]e are most happy that you, all of you, are headed in the direction in which you're headed. And we want to help as much as it is humanly possible for us to help, both in seeing to it that you get an appropriation - maybe by doing a little work on the rest of the Senate by letters, and so forth - and also by being on tap when you need to call on us later on.

Senator H interrupts to clarify AA's position in the scheme of things. Furthermore and in conclusion and while still on tap, Chuck pours a sparkling future for the industry:

They are going to be sent to these detoxification centers. But they're going to be sent there by the court or by the police instead of being sent to jail. They will have to go through that. But to a large extent they will have to go to the halfway houses once they are set up.

Only one other senator cross-examined Chuck:

Senator Dominick. That program has worked; that's what I want to know?

Mr. Chuck C. Yes.

Senator Dominick. Where they say you go there or you go to jail?

Mr. Chuck C. Very definitely. I happen to be very familiar with Judge Harrison's work up in Des Moines. But I believe Judge Taft in Santa Monica was one of the first to use this approach many, many years ago.

And I've talked at meetings where there were over a hundred men and women who had been sober a year or more who had initially been sentenced to the program by Judge Taft and it worked.

Senator Dominick. Let's use another word. Let's say recommended.

Mr. Chuck C. Recommended. Okay. (audience laughter).

During the testimony, there were no facts or statistics requested or provided to show the effectiveness or success rate of the alcoholics anonymous program. The numbers that Chuck offered concerned the potential market of a recovery industry:

Now, we have been in existence as Alcoholic Anonymous for 34 years. We have a membership of perhaps some 500,000 but we see that's just a slight percentage, it may be 2 percent, of the problem drinkers. And that's all we've been able to accomplish in 34 years. But we're not selling it short. We love it, but much more has to be done.

And so it appears that Chuck C and Senator H established the foundation of the recovery industry by casting the magic words "common knowledge" upon the "disease" of alcoholism. A disease that demands government attention and intervention. A disease which led to an industry that 41 years later saturates politics with influence. An industry whose founding movement continues to enjoy media protection, as suggested by this 2000 headline from the UK Guardian:


Drink advice service? Oh come on. Given the story content, the damn thing should have blasted: Thirteenth Step Exposed! I won't count how many times it was suggested - after slogans and steps proved ineffective for myself and others - that lecherous behavior be forgiven because the book says that "whenever I'm disturbed, no matter what the cause, there's something wrong with me".

My arguments against this particular AA principle were dismissed by the grand ones yet they themselves would come up with a commandment or slogan to justify their own questionable advances and score-settling activities. Nevertheless and again, I kept working the steps. I imagined that my own sense of integrity and goodwill, in the hands of the higher power, would lead to a life that was "happy, joyous and free". It took me twenty years to figure out that I would not benefit from the real meaning behind the slogan "it works if you work it".

Chuck Chamberlain and Senator Hughes were following in the footsteps of AA's founder, Bill Wilson. All three, and their AA friends, successors and agents, were/are fast-talking schemers convinced that some are more equal than others. That, for the most part, is the secret knowledge of Alcoholics Anonymous.

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

I-75 Jesus Bursts Into Flames

A poster at Above Top Secret had a great story for the mid-morning coffee break, picked up from a staff report of the Dayton Daily News:


MONROE — Charred remnants remained this morning, June 15, of the large Jesus statue iconic to Interstate 75 that was destroyed following an apparent lightning strike during a thunderstorm late Monday night.

The Lawrence Bishop Music Theater at Solid Rock Church on Union Road endured smoke damage, according to officials. Damages to the King of Kings statue and the theater were estimated to be around $700,000, said Monroe Fire Chief Mark Neu.

Monroe, Ohio must be a very small town if the fire chief is also the insurance appraiser; after all, human resources compartmentalization is nearly complete in here in the good ole US of A.

According to WLWT, initial financing for the 2004 erection was $250,000. This means that the smoke damage at the Lawrence Bishop Music Theatre must be just awful. On top of that, there's more damage estimates to come according to Fire Chief Insurance Appraiser Neu:

Also lost in the fire was audio equipment stored in the attic that Neu said was to be used for a Fourth of July event at the church. No damage estimate will be available until 10 a.m. today, said Neu, who added that church leaders indicated to him they planned to replace and rebuild all that was lost in the fire.

In researching the Solid Rock empire which gave birth to the late Butter Jesus, a church video was selected but unfortunately Pastor Lawrence Bishop was not involved in the production. Instead there was a visiting preacher hosted by the pastor's wife, Co-Pastor Darlene Bishop. Darlene is the understanding founder of a 501(c)3 for troubled girls (provided said 501(c)3 is assured of the "applicant’s ability to benefit from our program"). Judging from the photo splash at the website, one benefit seems to be a new attitude for young women "Ages 18 and over". Of course, none will ever match the style and pizzaz of the founder herself, no not even one from the congregation or the choir. Darlene has the same shopping god as Joyce Meyer, Paula White and other select holy first ladies.

Pastor husband horse-trader and holy crooner Lawrence can afford for his wife to dress exclusively judging from the photo splash on his for-profit (we say that on faith) LB Ranch. They certainly are the busy couple. Fortunately they have established a low-maintenance congregation; bible-believing, penitent, rejoicing, hard-working, kind, and generous human beings. The kind of human beings who have been fleeced by prosperity pushers through the financing-for-everyone decades. The confidence preachers that convinced their flocks that "doors were opened by God" and therefore a tithe was due on that dining room set from Rent-a-Center.

The game is nearly over for the mega churches and their confidence men and women, the diddlers. CEO 44's purpose-driven diddler, Rick Warren, begged for money last Christmas, got more than he asked for, then leased Schuller's Crystal Cathedral retreat. The Robert Schuller empire is crumbling as did Oral Roberts', James Kennedy's, Jerry Falwell's, and Jim Baaker's. Warren's won't last either but there seems to be some punch behind his recent lease acquisition. If the Bishops pursue another Touchdown Jesus erection, Warren's financiers might consider plucking up the Solid Rock campus before dispatching Warren to bankruptcy and a blurb in the Presidential trivia books. Somewhere up the mergers & acquisitions ladder at least one pair of eyes is monitoring the disposition of church property in America and making bids thereon.

Last night the King of Kings was struck on the right hand, burst into flames and was reduced to a charred black frame. Haunting - like an Edgar Allen Poe sentence. Poe, who had a little something to say about the confidence game:

"Diddling, rightly considered, is a compound, of which the ingredients are minuteness, interest, perseverance, ingenuity, audacity, nonchalance, originality, impertinence, and grin".