Sunday, 11 August 2019


The apparent final excuse note from Epstein's mother has resulted in the most well-rounded set of conspiracy theories. No, I am not talking about a simple theory vs. "that's what they want you to think"-theory balance, though this countervailing construction has been immediately underpinned with near perfect plausibility. However, this requires, relatively speaking, a more objective plausibility.

This is not how the Guardian sees it, or the priNtYn'T'fit media corps, for that matter. The former declares that the theories "[are running] riot". They add "with Trump's help" for good measure and stamp it an abundance of "conjecture and misinformation", which is tasty in that misinformation begat disinformation under the aegis of just such conspiring. Officially unofficially.

I haven't looked yet but I am sure that the Twat-in-Chief has stamped in turn "faKe news!"  I wonder where he falls as regards the authenticity of the photo of the corpse. Everybody has the fake news they rail against and the fake news they trust. One guy's Daily Mail is another's spam. Still, if you think your go-to source is reliable for what they print and choose not to, I'm sure I can point to hard evidence of that source's having been caught engaging in the most unethical of journalistic practice.

Come on. Who among you did not see this coming? Be honest. As an editorial aside, thinking at any point "I hope he doesn't die before trial; conspiracy theorists would have a field day!" counts as seeing it coming.

From the pure perspective of the aesthetics of shape, the beauty of the dueling conspiracies is that at their center, having what will no doubt be the longest legs, is the man whose name their respective proponents cannot not utter nauseated ad nauseum and mockingly nauseated ad nauseum. We have reached "Thanks Obama" to the power of nine-eleven.

In this corner, weighing in at a gazillion subscribers — lending plausibility that the world is inundated with them — "He was Hillary'd!" or the cleverer "Foster'd", either of which mean that Jepster's the latest addition to the "Clinton body count." Before you sigh too loudly, note that they were high from the previous day's unsealed documents revealing a statement that all but exonerated any sexual involvement of Don XLV and implicated a former Democratic governor and, though not the one they'd hoped it would be, this would seem to be exculpatory evidence in favor of the MAGA mind, in that it would give the Trump Cartel no reason to off his alleged former friend. Most important is that it steals their challengers' "I know you are but what am I" retort. Commence with the celebratory Hillary-huffing. It got 'em this far.

And in this corner weighing in to state the fact that the main focus since Jepster's arrest has been on no other relationship more than that of his and the president's. They're all, "WTF!" Especially with that in mind, it just "stinks to high heaven!"  "Justice must still be done!" For good measure there's plenty of innuendo involving a Kushner-Saudi nexus, the latter of which is allowed since November 2016. Interestingly, nevertheless, neither brand of news org sees fit to copy & paste that kind of conjecture. This just-spitballing speculation smells like an acceptable substitute for anything Israeli, which'd be akin to screaming "teh Jewz!"

Keep in mind that their version of the declared outrage of justice was being posted well before any of their corner bothered to look again to see what their opponent was up to. They could respond by pointing out that the circumstantial evidence against the president's alleged old friend President Bubba was way less massive, and besides involved philanthropic deed-doing instead of merely recreational activity; but that's a whisper in the still strongly echoing chorus from the "Hillary'd!" hive. Still, team MSNBDNC just knows that the Russians are involved, even if it doesn't represent their views.

I tend to think there's a conspiracy here that involves a different breed of polygonal stagecraft. One that has, for posterity's sake, suiciding as part of its job description. Officially unofficially. I have no doubt that Jepster's predilections were used as a honeypot to maintain mob rules, i.e. blackmail-able members.

Wh'all it implicates is anyone's guess — another thing that makes public-private honeypots so sweet. Enabling doubleplus highlights of a house divided buries cooperation in the halls that function better when lesser noted. That, and that it's the bitterest of sweet victories that would free a pedophile because they were entrapped. And anyway, it'd take a pretty skilled lawyer to uncover that sticky mess. Sounds like a job for Dershowitz. Oh. Too soon? Nope. Too late.

Sunday, 4 August 2019

An optimist's hot take on erections,
American or otherwise

Of course more radical ideas are not feasible and correspondingly neither are the best candidates. If they were, they and their policies would be just as easy to revoke by future legislators. In this respect, it represents a de facto cross-congressional counterpart to the de jure middle way represented by the stubborn extremists we know as moderates.

As we can see quite on the other hand, it is impossible to take back even our deadliest decisions when "the people" feel dependent on the technology in question. Do we honestly believe that this grey area between selfish convenience & addiction and must & need had not been pre-planned together by interests from raw material, auto manufacturing and arms industries back when budgets were bet on interstates and two-car families that would be able to drive to- & load up at "super" markets with the highest ceilings yet to have heated aisles flanked by open refrigerators of dangling cheeses & lunchmeats carted in from around the brave new free tradable globe?

The hot take of every mention of the default worst president ever's trade war is that, Oh, you drumpfies, don'tcha know you're gonna have to pay for it in the end? Heaven forbid.

One dare not utter the name of the best candidates, being as they are, inevitably the first past the poll question of who's the craziest of them all — and even then one shouldn't rule out their inclusion's being part of the ruse of industrial democracy. Everybody else is just another in the long column of pike wielding gatekeepers of still one more unfortunately irreversible policy of doom.

The extent to which boardroom media and big money controlled alternative sources of the insanest ideas of the internet-age shape the consciousness of even the most hardened cynics is a wonder to behold, or barely if ever to be recognized. One needs to step away from programs and programmed advertising for quite a long time to witness how loony the stuff is. How inconceivable the whole caboodle should be relates directly to its predictability in context.

The problem is, virtually every opinion is conceived out of adequate context. Vote for the one who can win. Or not. Either way, even if you're either all tickle-bellied or held-breath release relieved on erection night, you ain't winnin' shit. But nobody is. And that's win-win.

This serendipitous vid is brought to you w/ a H/T to mistah charley, ph.d.

Saturday, 27 July 2019

„Wichsreich, aber richtig geil.“

Anlässlich einer Umfrage des Meinungsinstituts Forsa führt diary von davidly heute ein Interview mit Berlins Betonbockminister Faust Baubereit.

dvd: Herr Baubereit, letztens scheinen die Berliner und Berlinerinnen doch eine Randbebauung des Tempelhofer Feldes zu wollen. Kippt die Stimmung oder ist es ein Fall vom launigen Volk, herumgeführt von einem tendenziös formulierten Fragebogen?

Baubereit: Scheiß drauf! Öffentliche Meinung hin oder her, Herr des Tages heißt Nachfrage und er sagt sofort bauen, bauen, bauen! Also her mit den größtmöglichen Wolkenkratzern, und zwar nicht nur am Tempelhofer sondern auf Tempelhofer! Da  können Sie mich ruhig in Großbuchstaben gefolgt von drei Ausrufungszeichen und elf zitieren.
[Anm. d. Red. können wir ruhig nicht]

dvd: Wo wir gerade dabei sind, war ich letztens beim Spazieren durch Volkspark Friedrichshain. Da gibt es eigentlich sehr viel unbenutzten Raum. Hat Wachstum auch nicht seine Grenzen?

Baubereit: Ach was! Das Dammbruchargument? Okay. Ich spiele mit. Seien wir mal ehrlich, Strandvolleyball braucht man sowieso nicht. Man könnte schönere Anlagen im Gesamtwohnendkonzept mit einbauen, samt Klimaanlagen.

dvd: Irgendwann muss denn auch die BVG mit einbezogen, oder?

Baubereit: Öffis sind für Ewiggestrigen! Gesamtwohnen heißt auch, sich die Ausfahrten der Untergrundparkplatzgaragen direkt ans neue Untergrundstraßennetz anschließen. Dadurch stört eine sonst dafür benötigten Straßenausweitung auf Bodenhöhe nicht unser Verdichtungskonzept.

dvd: Das würde massive Ausgrabungen benötigen! Berücksichtigen Sie die vielen entzündenden Weltkriegsbomben?

Baubereit: Kollateralschaden. Alles hat seinen Preis.

dvd: Zuerst muss man das Gesetz ändern. Diesmal eins, das doch direkt vom Volk ausging. Wenn die Umfrage stimmt, eventuell auch eine neue Abstimmung?

Baubereit: Bedeutet nichts. Ob Forsa wissenschaftlichen Fakten gleich steht und damit alle vorhersehbaren Konsequenzen in Betracht zieht bedeutet weniger als nichts. Das Volk kann nicht einerseits sagen, es will bezahlbare Wohnungen, andererseits keine unbezahlbare Folgen.

dvd: Klingt nicht gerade ökologisch. Kann man ihnen zumindest versichern, dass die erschwinglicheren Mietpreise den vielen Neubauten folgen?

Baubereit: Da die Wirtschaftslehre die Lage bestimmt, bestimmen die Bauherren was ökologisch ist oder nicht. Im Endeffekt kann man ohne neue Wohnungen solches nie erzielen.

dvd: Keineswegs könnte Hausbesitzer versuchen, die Lage auszunutzen, wobei das Neubautempo inzwischen nicht mit dem Einwohnerzahl mithalten kann? Immerhin hat die Hauptstadt ihre Geschichte mit Bauherren, die mit schleppenden Schritten arbeiten.

Baubereit: Ich sehe das Problem nicht. Aus solchen Angebotssituationen schlägt Chancen! Dementsprechend können locker auf höhere Rendite von ausschließlich bestimmten Klientel gezielt werden. Davon profitieren alle!

dvd: Letztendlich nebenbei: Wird man keine andere Wahl haben als sich in irgendeinem Zuhause zu befinden?

Baubereit: Na, und? Wie gemütlich! Da muss Berlin seinem Ruf als ach so tolerante Stadt endlich mal gerecht werden!

Wednesday, 24 July 2019

Deutschunterbricht: Soylent Green is Green!

This is an example of the political slope's greasing the pan I was talking about. Germany's former agricultural minister responds in an interview regarding the current office holder's having the public opinion-polled on the comparative value of various "nutritional value" logos on food packaging. Grenade fires an accusation of schleppy maneuvering at Cluckner. We're talked out on this topic and talk is cheap, she says. She wants something like a five-color de-grading scheme to inform the consumer about what they best and/or better not eat because, as she says, our food is making us sick.

Sunday, 21 July 2019



Am ersten Oktober fängt er an zu lesen. Er ist hundert Jahre alt. Er hatte nichts zu essen und zu trinken. Es regnet. Er hat kein Geld. Er hat es vergessen. Er kann das Buch bis kommenden Freitag behalten. Er lies weiter. Sei ruhig! Stell das Radio ab! Heute morgen hat er einen Brief an Emm geschrieben. Er stellte ihr seine Frau vor. Emm interessiert sich für Pferde. Rosen sind schöne Blumen. Bitte nichts berühren. Berlin liegt am Fluss. Er geht durch die ganze Stadt. Können Sie mir bitte ein Taxi rufen? Welche Junge ist ihr Sohn? Hatten Sie eine schöne Zeit?

Wednesday, 17 July 2019

Of the Lions

It stands to reason to my way of reasoning that an office filled from the smoke-filled room and traditionally inaccessible to the gender in question — as countless positions of authority have been since the inception of the age of democratic-republicanism — that any nominee brought in from the elevator behind the glass ceiling has been vetted sufficient to the untold, if not unspoken about, function of the office.

Wednesday, 10 July 2019

Prompted or Impromptu

The thing that sold me on anarchist philosophy is the realisation that people living under the protective freedom of institutionalised governance are most comfortable with their far-too oft witting ability to outsource any semblance of responsible social behavior as it relates to helping someone in clear need of help to some governmental institution. To anyone who'd suggest I might be projecting here, I'd say heal thine own source of presumptuous discharges before you presume to know Mookie Diddly about me.