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Wow. This anti-China campaign is really something ain't it? Who knew the Tibetans were, as the American ABC news said, so 'highly organised'? They're amazing. London, Paris, San Francisco, the Tibetans have put together a stunning media campaign. They should set up an international consultancy. Imagine the wonders they could do for other oppressed people around the world. Think what they might do for the Palestinians! Ha ha ha ha ha - I crack myself up.

But seriously, aren't we all puppets? Perfectly well-meaning friends of mine are concerned about the wickedness of China. They send me emails I'm meant to sign and send to somebody or other. But that ain't nothing. All manner of people are all manner of revved up, hitting the streets, hell-bent on publicly embarrassing the Chinese government. How did this happen? Did they all wake up and individually decide that they must climb out of bed, make a sign, dress in the right gear, make their way across town, and lo-and-behold, there's a thousand other like-minded people there joining them? With the media all wide-eyed with wonderment, surprised and glad that they were lucky enough to catch the action?

Hardly. But let's ask them. I address (uselessly of course) those people who are hitting the streets -

Who organised you to do this? Do you really know what they're on about? Or more crucially what they're not on about? Do you personally give a shit about the people of Palestine? Are you aware of the shit they've copped? Shit that makes what the Tibetans have suffered look like the smallest of small potatoes? And the people that organised you - what actions, what stunning media campaigns, have they organised to help those most fucked-over of people? Anything that wasn't completely fucking useless? Perhaps you did and I blinked and missed it.

If I was to say that you were a puppet of people who will ensure that Israel gets a free ride, do you think that any arguments you might offer would last more than two minutes in the face of the obviousness of what's on the TV and what ain't? Is it possible you're a puppet? Well-meaning, but whatever... Try these simple questions - Who directs your attention? Who directs your actions? Have you any idea?

Ask yourself - Do the Chinese tear up Tibetan orchards? Do Chinese settlers have pogroms beating up Tibetan kids on their way to school? Do they smash Tibetan windows and spray 'Tibetans to the gas chambers' on their houses? Do they shoot Tibetan kids as they sit in school, sleep on their roof, play in a vacant lot? Do they drop thousand pound bombs on apartment buildings full of Tibetans? Do they steal Tibetan water and dump their sewage on the Tibetans living below? Do they bulldoze Tibetan houses with the residents inside? Do they hold 10,000 Tibetans in jail on no charge? Do they have separate roads marked 'Chinese Only'? Do they hold sick Tibetans at internal check-points and deny them medical care until they die? Do they starve Tibetans and crack jokes about 'putting them on diets'? I could go on all goddamn day.

The answer is - No, nor anything like. I'm not going to paint the Chinese a halo. They are guilty. They're guilty of flooding Tibet with Chinese immigrants who have a stranglehold on commerce and view Tibetans as lazy bums good only for a tourist industry that will put foreign currency in Chinese trader's pockets. But between that, and what's going on in Palestine, you hit the streets to protest Chinese mercantilism?

I expect you despise the media. I expect you think they're biased, and really they ought to do something about Palestine. Well, they don't need to. They know perfectly well that you'll be sent out to protest everything but Palestine. Perhaps you'll wonder - maybe the media isn't so bad after all? They did a great job on Tibet. Of course, that's the idea. And you did your bit. Meanwhile, those perfectly racist, murderous fuckers in Israel continue killing more people in a week than the Chinese kill in a year. One more time - Are you a puppet? And to whose tune are you dancing?

In amongst all this vitriol, a diversion! To be honest I doubt anyone here is into cryptic crosswords. But to hell with you, it's all about me. And me, I love the Times crossword. It's sad that in order to satisfy my obsession I must give money to that shit Murdoch. Sure enough I don't. Certainly I have quietly ripped the crossword out of newspapers in cafes (no one ever wants that page) but it's easy enough to arrange to get old papers from somewhere. Crosswords don't date. A Times crossword from twenty years ago will differ from today's barely at all.


Whatever. I find them as much fun to make as to solve. And then they're mine to give away for free. And that's exactly what I'm doing over at cryptic of nobody. The link is to the right. If anyone has been curious about cryptics but unable to figure them out, I'm your man. I shall happily explain them to anyone who's interested. Equally if you have no time for them, I shall think nothing of it at all. After all, who the hell likes cryptic crosswords? Nobody!

I feel fucking crazy again.


All that keeps going thru my head is one of this blogs readers definition of insanity: repeating the same mistakes thinking there will be a different outcome.
Well my mistake is trying to rekindle a toxic relationship with my ex.
You know it was kinda nice the first week or so but as of this past weekend we just fast forwarded back at the low point in our failed relationship. Now its time to cut ties with him for good.
I let the first couple mini-arguments roll of my back because i understand he would more than likely have alot of resentment toward me after our break up because my not so discreet blogging. It seemed like each morning after a fight we both would try to reconnect and make things work. Later that night i would find myself back at his apartment like nothing happened. We would forget about anything that happened during our time alone and we would try to be the people we were before thing headed downhill. Well at least i would.
I realize now, that any fight would occur as soon as i opened my mouth. If i just sat there and looked pretty and played with the dogs, everything was fine. But as soon as i had something to say or had an opinion on any topic, Danny's head would spin like the fucking exorcist and then he would threaten to call the cops if i didn't leave. I would go home and tell myself, "this is not worth it, he is not worth it". Then morning would come and i would get a text like nothing happened and like the sucker i am, i would fall back in, forgetting the fact that i honestly did believe he wasn't worth it for the hopes of maybe not being single, maybe reigniting that spark we had in the beginning or maybe just because i liked hanging out with the dogs. I don't know, maybe i just wasn't ready to let go. Well.... I am now.

Last night was it. I with hesitation went over his place again last night even with the threat of being escorted out by the cops the night before. I acted like nothing happened. I went over but i kept my distance. He tried to get all cute with me and I told him he was being a dick to me, he crawled over and cuddled with me, he said " am i being a dick now" and i said "no, but just wait. i don't think you can help it when you turn into the girl from the exorcist" Was i ever right.
We began to have a conversation which i wont go into detail about just to save Danny face. Danny tried to not listen to anything i said and began to yell at me to shut up without even hearing me. After years and years of studying and researching this topic apparently my advice was still shit to him and i wasn't worth listening to. It was insulting. It was frustrating and after weeks of fighting without defending myself and running away like a bitch i started to get loud. This was my breaking point. I was tired of playing bitch to make this kid happy. I was tired of kissing his ass as he played me like a fool. He asked me to leave again or he was calling the cops. I left right away and plan on never returning.

Ultimately, this was for the better. The more he argued with me the more i said to myself that "this kid is not worth it". I found myself not attracted to him at all and then to keep threatening me with the cops, come on, that is not love at all. Over our little time back with each other he served up that threat 3 times. Power trip? I think so. It's clearly a trailer trash move , which is exactly how i see him now. I'm sure that's how he See's himself or should. Dress yourself up in all the fancy designer cloths you can afford, but you can't hide what your truly are. I see that now. I'm sorry it took so long.

I am happy to say that this chapter in my life is finally over. This time i'm gonna be okay. There is no emotions left, there is nothing holding me back. I don't feel like a failure giving up, cause i tried. In the words of Trent Reznor "I tried, I gave up, Throw It away". Our time together was closure. Its exactly what i needed to move forward in my life.

Finally I get it.

I was pondering communism and Karl Marx's complete and impossible failure to address central banking. And a light bulb went off. Al Qaeda, exactly like communism, has impossibly, unbelievably never mentioned central banking.

Think about it. Al Qaeda, we are told, is an expression of Muslim fanaticism. They hate infidels occupying Muslim lands and they hate the state of Israel. And yet they've never attacked Israel. Further, in Islam, usury is a sin. How is it possible that the ultimate expression of Islamic fanaticism has nothing to say on the ultimate expression of usury, which is to say international banking? Surely if one thought usury was a sin, the twelve families that control international banking and central banks the world over would comprise an unparalleled ultimate in sinfulness? Surely central banking would be infinitely more deserving of the epithet 'Great Satan' than its American proxy?

Does anything about Al Qaeda make any sense? Bin Laden was precisely a CIA asset who died seven years ago. Al Qaeda's number three is Adam Pearlman, a previously Muslim-hating Jewish boy from Orange County. Their number two, Ayman al-Zawahiri impossibly tells us to listen to number three. All of them jabber on about everybody but international banking. When they attack, they attack everybody but international banking. Were Al Qaeda for real it would have put a 757 into the US Federal Reserve.

Communism was all about improving the lot of the poor and yet anyone living under communism lived a life of perfect misery. The only people allowed to escape communism were, inexplicably, Jews who went to Israel.

Al Qaeda is all about advancing the interests of Islam and yet no one has suffered more from its actions than Muslims. They're dying and suffering in staggering numbers. Al Qaeda advances the interests of Muslims in no way whatsoever. And Jews, whom Al Qaeda ostensibly hates, seem to dance between the raindrops. The number of Jewish casualties at the hands of Al Qaeda is what, exactly? You may view this as a rhetorical question. Or you may answer it. I'm good either way. Have you thought of any yet? There was that guy on the plane, um...

Let's not forget monetarism, which is the philosophy that explains why everyone needs a central bank. Monetarism as a mechanism for controlling wages and prices is a clunky model of inefficiency. But as a means for impoverishing the population and delivering the maximum amount of money into the hands of the central banks it's a streamlined speed-machine. Likewise communism. As a mechanism of improving the lot of the workers of the world it was a shitfight and a demonstrable failure. However, as a means of reducing the world to chaos and having everyone fighting each other (with central banking untouched on the sidelines) it couldn't have been better designed. And sure enough, was I to apply this description of communism to Al Qaeda I would only need to substitute 'Muslims' for 'workers of the world'.

So choose. Choose between: the Jewish media's relentless idiotic blather about an Al Qaeda that makes no sense; and an infinitely more likely Al Qaeda as a couldn't-be-bettered model of chaos-creation that seems to suit none but the untouchable families who control international banking.

So its weird...

As i hang out with Danny more and more, i see myself becoming the same person i was, both for the good and the bad. The good of course being the fact i feel grounded and secure. Its like i have the little imaginary angel back on my shoulder whispering to me, "James, don't be dumb". And i listen. Even thou, i'm not sure where we stand i do feel loved. Loved at least just enough to have me come back for more. I'm a sucker for love, what can i say.
The bad being the fact that i become a recluse. I don't talk with friends and i live day in and day out in a mind numbing pattern that has no real ups and downs, just a straight line, maybe more of a flatline, because jesus does it ever feel like i'm a zombie. The high point of my day is deciding wether i'm going to be a fat pig and get the meatloaf at Boston Market or just stick to my normal routine of getting half a chicken.
It was this extremely hollow lifestyle that lead me to do drugs behind Dannys back when we dated. It was the reason i would lie to him that i had no more herione even thou i still enough to kill a small army. I just figured "that day", you know the day you just can't take it anymore and you give up? Well i figured when "that day" came around, i needed to be well supplied to forget all about that day, and more than even just that day but enough to forget my whole meaningless existance.

Anyways, before i get that bad, i need to figure out how i can avoid becoming a zombie again. Granted, the drugs are a thing of the past. But my routine is back in full swing and I feel the boredem slowly yet surely creeping in.
I even thought about getting a job, Yes a fucking job! Doing what, i have no clue. But maybe it would be an outlet away from my boredem and routine. Jesus, i dont have much when it comes to skills, if i could only find a job that would pay great money to steal music online all day then i would be fucking happy as a pig in shit. I'd be employee of the month, every month!
I think i also need to learn how to be a real friend. Learn how to pick up phone calls and not just tell people what they want to hear just to get off the phone quicker. I can't avoid friends just cause Danny is back in my life. I always ditch my friends for my bf, until i end up having no friends left. I need to grow up and lean how to handle both. I need to find a happy medium instead of favoring one or the other. I hung up my phone on 2 friends over the course of writing this, so starting.....NOW!

"This isn't me" i used to say, But it is... I just need to change. It feels good to be alive, cuz i have been dead for so long.

Freedom

Believe it or not, China might just be the freest country in the world. In this man's opinion you can do anything you goddamn want here, except challenge the government. There's corruption, sure. Those who rule have to be bought a drink. (Anyone reading this who wants to pretend that their country isn't corrupt is probably on the wrong blog, ha ha) Otherwise, if you want to turn your street-facing apartment into a noodle shop, off you go. If you want set up a bicycle repair cart on the street corner, or a barber's stool, or a fruit stand, no one will stop you. The results of government crackdowns are occasionally apparent. Traffic is no longer an uninterrupted chorus of car horn beeping. The footpaths are no longer covered in spit. Adult-run gangs of child beggars seemed to have disappeared. Bloody fascists!


Fear

There isn't any. Lone women walk the streets late at night. I followed my mad buddy Lulu as she plunged through pitch-black back alleys in Hohai and it never occurred to either of us that anything bad might happen. It's that kind of place. Like anywhere, it's possible to get mugged. I know a chick to whom this happened. And one time I witnessed an attempted mugging in broad daylight in Beihai Park. Everyone was astounded at this extraordinary event. (Funnily enough the sight of a tall laowai, which is to say, me, walking in their direction was enough to cause the muggers to flee. Were all crime so easily put paid to, ha!) I have never heard of anyone being burglarised. I expect it's the complete absence of smack addicts. There is also no public drunkenness. The Chinese are not drinkers. Sydney CBD at night is far more dangerous than pretty much anywhere in Beijing or Shanghai. Apparently in Xian there are lots of bag snatchers. I went there and nothing happened.


Censorship

My buddy Maya took me to an art district that's been established in an old industrial estate. By way of modern art, urban Chinese are asking who they are. It was terrific. The Chinese art scene blows me away. A few of the pieces were about censorship. I wondered at this. To a far greater extent the exhibition seemed to be about money and sex in the new China. To this end there was an installation featuring a giant gold penis. There was also a statue of lingerie-clad female legs, the upper torso of which was a bas-relief 100 RMB note. And there was a large canvas that consisted of a close-up of a mouth fellating a penis with speech balloons from above asking if the fellator speaks English. Keep in mind that this is a government run art district. Forget under-the-radar, this is all in the open - officially approved vicious criticism of modern China. I expect one could get censored in China. I expect one can get censored here too. The point is...?


Government

I'm starting to wonder if it matters what government you have. Depending on your definition, China is 'communist', or 'fascist', or a kleptocracy, or simply the imperial system of old. A strong case could be made that China is libertarian. Without exhaustive study, I declare that the government seems amazingly unobtrusive. But whatever... China is fresh, alive, exciting - people are unfettered. Anyone who wants to bang on about the superiority of 'democracy', knock yourself out. Every democracy I know has a privately owned Reserve Bank precisely designed to keep everybody in debt peonage. I don't know about you, but nearly everyone I know despises their job and would love to quit. But they can't. They're shackled to debt. They are not free. Oh, all right, they're free - free to choose between "I will ensure the independence of the Reserve Bank" candidate A and "I will ensure the independence of the Reserve Bank" candidate B. Fantastic. Meanwhile, in China, (which the Jewish media assures us is a repressive dictatorship that we must all boycott) people are emphatically not shackled in this Western 'democratic' fashion. Nobody says - the hype about China says more about the hype-merchants than it does about China.

We must embrace total paranoia!

Apparently Al Qaeda has regrouped. They are Smersh and Spectre rolled into one. Funny they can't afford a handicam to film their leader. Funny that their leader seems so uninterested in propagandising. Funny that their websites are all hosted in Texas. Funny that these geniuses of the internet never thought to google their own third in command and discover that he's Jewish and the grandson of a leader of the ADL. But I could go on all day. There's nothing about Al Qaeda that doesn't scream bullshit.

And the latest nonsense? Al Qaeda has regrouped on the Pakistan border and is training people who look white! So spooky is their chameleon-like nature that we'd never notice them standing next to us at the flight check-in! But really, who buys this shit? Newsreaders obviously. As footage rolls of dusty peshmerga who could no more blend in to a check-in line than I could blend in to a madrassa, the talking heads spout the most fatuous, prima facie bullshit imaginable. Who needs proof? Who needs to cock a quizzical eyebrow? Anton Enus - Are you really that thick?

I look forward to our Anton telling us soon that, what with Al Qaeda's genius at people smuggling, the complete absence of Pakistani visa stamps in one's passport is in fact proof that one's been to Pakistan and belongs to Al Qaeda. Why not?

The fact is that there are chameleon-like people out there who plot the downfall of the West. They own the Reserve Bank and the media. Their accusations are precisely projection.

Ha! Now that I think about it, perhaps Al Qaeda's number three Adam Pearlman will recruit some of his Californian Jewish friends to do Al Qaeda's bidding. That's the ONLY way that this arrant nonsense could ever conceivably happen.


Of course the British can't leave

Ha ha ha ha, it just gets better! Basra, which after the British left, broke out in no-holds-barred peace, has now gone to hell. And the villain? Moqtada Al Sadr! We're left to assume that his keeping of the peace for the last couple of years was a ruse. Sure enough, as soon as our satrap Maliki's troops attacked Sadr's men they fought back! Those black-hearted sons of bitches.

In the requisite twofer, we're also given perfect proof of the hopelessness of our satrap's men too. They refused to fight! They went over to the other side! All that time and money we spent selflessly training them! Bloody chickenshit ingrates! How dare they not fight their fellow countrymen as their neocon masters demand. They deserve nothing less than to have the Jewish media inculcate our troops with a the-only-good-Iraqi-is-a-dead-Iraqi mindset.

What an insult to my intelligence. Al Sadr remains peaceful for years, our puppet attacks him for no particular reason and the media presents this as evidence of Iraqi villainy and why we must stay. It's a good thing the media speaks with a single voice. Were even one half-intelligible voice allowed on the telly to explain the bullshit nature of this charade, the edifice of lies would fall faster than the twin towers - thermite charges and all.

Happily we at home think nothing of the fact that until our satrap attacked, there was no fight. Nor do we need to know that the American old guard stepped in, brought in the Iranians in to negotiate and that peace promptly broke out. The old guard is piss-weak but they're fighting. But it won't help them. The banker's plan to ensure that the British stay in Iraq will, with relentless media spin, work a treat. Does the American old guard control the media? Of course not. The owners of the Reserve Banks own it and, as they very well know, the media is the only thing that counts. None may stand against it. Of course the British troops will stay.

The Pottery Barn US economy

Way back when, Colin Powell said that an Iraq campaign reminded him of the slogan of The Pottery Barn (a US chain) - You broke it, you own it. Somehow in Iraq this translated to - You broke it, you acquire the whole chain! Smashing!

And now it's happening to the entire US economy! Fantastic. Alan Greenspan precisely engineers an economic collapse that, when it happens, (and it's barely even begun so far) will make 1929 look like small potatoes, and what happens? Regulation of the US economy is to be put into the hands of the Fed! God fucking spare us! You broke it, you own it? Fucking hell! Words (that don't begin with F) fail me.

By all rights, the US Fed should be ablaze whilst its executives dangle from lamp-posts and surging crowds jeer. Ha, fat chance. Who can hear anything apart from the media's single impossible voice - as impossible as the stars all twinkling to the same disco beat. If anyone wants to hear the type of voices that the MSM should love, but would rather cut their own heads off than publish, visit counterpunch and read Paul Craig Roberts or Mike Whitney. You'd think Reagan's assistant head of the treasury, the father of Reaganomics and associate editor of the WSJ turning radical would be perfect media fodder wouldn't you? Ha ha ha ha - as if!

Once again, the only thing that counts is the media. Complete control of the media means one can do anything. Between reality and posited narrative, only the narrative counts. Believe it or not, the media could make us eat our own foecal matter if they chose to. If a narrative can be imagined to make this happen, it could happen. Hell, after the decades-long job they've done convincing us of that the Fed is a force of nature, it'd be easy.

"And now we go to our resident chef with his new weight-conscious recipe for grilled turd in Szechuan pepper with shiitake mushroom jus. Mmmm, that looks mouth watering!"