I have been thinking about an idea for a short story or film.
Basically its set in the future say 2008, not so far away. Israel is still in a precarious position, surrounded by enemies, Iran and Iraq are occupied by the US army and the UN after a terrible war. Terrorists thrive and attacks are not uncommon in the area, there is a lot of support for the arabs and not much for israel, little has changed in that dept. the only reason the tiny country still remains is it has a force field around it. the force field is inpenatrable and anything entering has to have authority as it passes certain hidden pockets/ doorways.
terrorists, arab states and europe and south america and asia are all putting pressure on israel, demanding that it deactivate the field and share the technology, jewish people outside israel are few and far between, they are subject to persecution and attack. most countries in europe are muslim, england, france and germany all under sharia law.
the usa in a bid to dig itself from the mess it is in capitulates and joins the rest of the world in condemming israel and eventually diplomacy fails and war is declared. the armies of the world threaten a rain of nuclear bombs on the state of isreal.
meanwhile in tel aviv a team of scientists and mystics have made an army of andriods/clones/ from organic material they call them it, project golem.
These golem are indistingusable from humans except they are mute, they are intelligent and follow instructions but cannot speak. The golem also is composed of billions of nano golems, each can preform the task of its parent. So if a golem is attacked by a tank it can break itself into tiny sub atomic particles and attack the source of the threat. Global armies are met on the battlefield by masses of golem, the golem are indestructable, only their creators can take life from them. Tanks, missiles, submarines and computers all fall apart, eventually the global armies are neutralized. The second wave of the nano golem is the 'antidote' a meme type thoughtwave that is transmitted once the meme carrying nano golem is in the brain of the population. The meme is of acceptence, it neutralizes the need to differentiate the us from them, it's beautiful. Eventually as the meme spreads the force field is lowered and peace reigns supreme.


In Jewish folklore, a golem (גולם, sometimes [as in Yiddish] pronounced goilem) is an animated being which is crafted entirely from inanimate material. In modern Hebrew the word golem literally means 'cocoon', but can also mean "fool", "silly", or even "stupid". The name appears to derive from the word gelem (גלם), which means "raw material".


Origins of the word
The word golem is used in the Bible to refer to an embryonic or incomplete substance: Psalm 139:16 uses the word "gal'mi", meaning "my unshaped form" (in Hebrew, words are derived by adding vowels to triconsonantal roots, here, g-l-m). The Mishnah uses the term for an uncultivated person ("Ten characteristics are in a learned person, and ten in an uncultivated one", Pirkei Avoth 5:7). Similarly, Golems are used today primarily in metaphor either as brainless lunks or as entities serving man under controlled conditions but enemies in others. Similarly, it is a Yiddish slang insult for someone who is clumsy or slow.

Earliest stories
The earliest stories of golems date to early Judaism. Adam is described in the Talmud (Tractate Sanhedrin 38b) as initially created as a golem when his dust was "kneaded into a shapeless hunk". Like Adam (whose name literally means "ground,") all golems are created from mud. They were a creation of those who were very holy and close to God. A very holy person was one who strove to approach God, and in that pursuit would gain some of God's wisdom and power. One of these powers was the creation of life. No matter how holy a person became, however, the being they created would be but a shadow of one created by God.
Early on, the notion developed that the main disability of the golem was its inability to speak. In Sanhedrin 65b, it describes how Raba created a golem using the Sefer Yetzirah. He sent the golem to Rav Zeira. Rav Zeira spoke to the golem, but he did not answer. Said Rav Zeira, "I see that you were created by one of our colleagues; return to your dust."

Owning and activating golems
Having a golem servant was seen as the ultimate symbol of wisdom and holiness, and there are many tales of golems connected to prominent rabbis throughout the Middle Ages.
Other attributes of the golem were gradually added over time. In many tales the Golem is inscribed with magic or religious words that keep it animated. Writing one of the names of God on its forehead, a slip of paper attached to its forehead, or on a clay tablet under its tongue, or writing the word Emet אמת, 'truth' in the Hebrew language) on its forehead are examples of such words. By erasing the first letter in Emet to form Meit (מת, 'dead' in Hebrew) the golem could be deactivated.

The classic narrative
The most famous golem narrative involves Rabbi Judah Loew the Maharal of Prague, a 16th century rabbi. He is reported to have created a golem to defend the Prague ghetto of Josefov from Anti-Semitic attacks. The story of the Golem first appeared in print in 1847 in a collection of Jewish tales entitled Galerie der Sippurim, published by Wolf Pascheles of Prague. About sixty years later, a fictional account was published by Yudl Rosenberg (1909). According to the legend, Golem could be made of clay from the banks of the Vltava river in Prague. Following the prescribed rituals, the Rabbi built the Golem and made him come to life by reciting special incantations in Hebrew. As Rabbi Loew's Golem grew bigger, he also became more violent and started killing people and spreading fear. Rabbi Loew was promised that the violence against the Jews would stop if the Golem was destroyed. The Rabbi agreed. To destroy the Golem, he rubbed out the first letter of the word "emet" from the golem's forehead to make the Hebrew word "met", meaning death. (According to legend, the Golem of Prague's remains are stored in a coffin in the attic of the Altneuschul in Prague, and it can be summoned again if needed.) The existence of a golem is sometimes a mixed blessing. Golems are not intelligent - if commanded to perform a task, they will take the instructions perfectly literally.
In some incarnations of the legend of the Maharal's golem, the golem has powers that can aid it in its tasks. These include invisibility, a heated touch, and the ability to use the Maharal's walking stick to summon spirits from the dead. This last power was often crucial, as the golem could summon dead witnesses, which the medieval Prague courts would allow to testify.

The hubris theme
In all Jewish kabbalistic descriptions of Golems, they are incapable of disobeying the one who created them, but in one version of the story, Rabbi Eliyahu of Chelm created a Golem that grew bigger and bigger until the rabbi was unable to kill it without trickery, whereupon it fell over its creator and crushed him. The hubris theme in this version is similar to that in the stories of the monster of Frankenstein and of the broomstick in The Sorcerer's Apprentice. It remains a standard feature of golems in popular culture.

The golem in European culture
In the late nineteenth century the golem was adopted by mainstream European society. Most notably Gustav Meyrink's 1915 novel Der Golem based on the tales of the golem created by Judah Low ben Bezalel. This book inspired a classic set of expressionistic silent movies, Paul Wegener's Golem series, of which especially The Golem: How He Came Into the World (also released as The Golem, 1920, USA 1921) is famous. Another famous treatment from the same era is H. Leivick's 1921 Yiddish-language "dramatic poem in eight sections" The Golem. Also notable is Julien Duvivier's "Le Golem" (1936), a sequel to the Wegener film.
These tales saw a dramatic change, and some would argue a Christianization, of the golem. Christianity, far more than Judaism, has long had a deep concern with humanity presuming Godhood upon themselves. [citation needed] The golem thus became a creation of overambitious and overreaching mystics, who would inevitably be punished for their blasphemy, very similar to Mary Shelley's Frankenstein and the alchemical homunculus. In Norse mythology, Mökkurkálfi (or Mistcalfa) was a clay giant, built to help the troll Hrungnir in a battle with Thor.
In America, the opera 'The Golem' by Abraham Ellstein retells in 20th-century harmonic language the centuries-old tale of a creature fashioned from clay and brought to life by kabbalistic spells who ultimately threatens the very people he was intended to serve." (quote from Milken website) Selections are available on disc from the Milken Archive of American Jewish music.

well i gave jazz ciggarette my best shot in the studio with some benevolent musicians but me voice is shot to pieces, however something may be salvaged, time will tell, its a good song.
i'm listening to siouxsie and the banshees live in london, with a japanese drummer playing out some throbbing base sounding beats, ohh shes amazing, i saw her when i was just a kid, it was at the 100 club in Wardour St. a famous institution for all the punk bands, everyone played there, a small sweaty room. But her tv debut was in the sex pistls first tv inteveiw which i watched on tv, the host was a crusty old tv dude bill grundy. He was drunk as a skunk and attempted to provoke some contraversy, which he did but would come to regret.

Often misquoted, this is an accurate transcription of the interview which went out live on 1 December 1976.
The original Sex Pistols line-up are seated - from left to right - Johnny Rotten, Paul Cook, Steve Jones and Glen Matlock. Bill Grundy sits on their left. Standing behind the Pistols are the punk hangers-on from the Bromley Contingent, Siouxsie Sioux, Steve Severin, Simon Barker and 'Simone'.
Grundy introduces the band to the cameras.

GRUNDY (To camera) They are punk rockers. The new craze, they tell me. Their heroes? Not the nice, clean Rolling Stones... you see they are as drunk as I am... they are clean by comparison. They're a group called The Sex Pistols, and I am surrounded by all of them...
JONES (Reading the autocue) In action!

GRUNDY Just let us see The Sex Pistols in action. Come on kids...

[Film of The Sex Pistols in action is shown; then back to Grundy.]

GRUNDY I am told that that group (hits his knee with sheaf of papers) have received forty thousand pounds from a record company. Doesn't that seem, er, to be slightly opposed to their anti-materialistic view of life?

MATLOCK No, the more the merrier.

GRUNDY Really?

MATLOCK Oh yeah.

GRUNDY Well tell me more then.

JONES We've fuckin' spent it, ain't we?

GRUNDY I don't know, have you?

MATLOCK Yeah, it's all gone.

GRUNDY Really?

JONES Down the boozer.

GRUNDY Really? Good Lord! Now I want to know one thing...

MATLOCK What?

GRUNDY Are you serious or are you just making me, trying to make me laugh?

MATLOCK No, it's all gone. Gone.

GRUNDY Really?

MATLOCK Yeah.

GRUNDY No, but I mean about what you're doing.

MATLOCK Oh yeah.

GRUNDY You are serious?

MATLOCK Mmm.

GRUNDY Beethoven, Mozart, Bach and Brahms have all died...

ROTTEN They're all heroes of ours, ain't they?

GRUNDY Really... what? What were you saying, sir?

ROTTEN They're wonderful people.

GRUNDY Are they?

ROTTEN Oh yes! They really turn us on.

JONES But they're dead!

GRUNDY Well suppose they turn other people on?

ROTTEN (Under his breath) That's just their tough shit.

GRUNDY It's what?

ROTTEN Nothing. A rude word. Next question.

GRUNDY No, no, what was the rude word?

ROTTEN Shit.

GRUNDY Was it really? Good heavens, you frighten me to death.

ROTTEN Oh alright, Siegfried...

GRUNDY (Turning to those standing behind the band) What about you girls behind?

MATLOCK He's like yer dad, inni, this geezer?

GRUNDY Are you, er...

MATLOCK Or your granddad.

GRUNDY (To Sioux) Are you worried, or are you just enjoying yourself?

SIOUX Enjoying myself.

GRUNDY Are you?

SIOUX Yeah.

GRUNDY Ah, that's what I thought you were doing.

SIOUX I always wanted to meet you.

GRUNDY Did you really?

SIOUX Yeah.

GRUNDY We'll meet afterwards, shall we? (Sioux does a camp pout)

JONES You dirty sod. You dirty old man!

GRUNDY Well keep going, chief, keep going. Go on, you've got another five seconds. Say something outrageous.

JONES You dirty bastard!

GRUNDY Go on, again.

JONES You dirty fucker! (Laughter from the group)

GRUNDY What a clever boy!

JONES What a fucking rotter.

GRUNDY Well, that's it for tonight. The other rocker Eamonn, and I'm saying nothing else about him, will be back tomorrow. I'll be seeing you soon, I hope I'm not seeing you [the band] again. From me, though, goodnight.

The cheesy signature tune plays and the credits roll. Rotten looks at his watch, Jones starts dancing to the music, and Grundy mutters an off-mic 'Oh shit!' to himself.
The story made the front pages of the following morning's newspapers, amidst howls of outrage, including the now infamous Daily Mirror headline - 'THE FILTH AND THE FURY!'. The Pistols had cemented their place in television folklore.

Lifte from the newspaper this morning, for your reading pleasure.

HUMANS have evolved over tens of thousands of years to be susceptible to supernatural beliefs, a psychologist has claimed.
Religion and other forms of magical thinking continue to thrive - despite the lack of evidence and advance of science - because people are naturally biased to accept a role for the irrational, said Bruce Hood, professor of experimental psychology at the University of Bristol.

This evolved credulity suggests that it would be impossible to root out belief in ideas such as creationism and paranormal phenomena, even though they have been countered by evidence and are held as a matter of faith alone.

People ultimately believe in these ideas for the same reasons that they attach sentimental value to inanimate objects, such as wedding rings or teddy bears, and recoil from artefacts linked to evil as if they are pervaded by a physical essence.

Even the most rational people behave in irrational ways, and supernatural beliefs are part of the same continuum, Professor Hood told the British Association Festival of Science in Norwich earlier this week.

To demonstrate his theory, he asked members of the audience if they were prepared to put on an old-fashioned blue cardigan in return for a pound stg. 10 ($25) reward.

He had no shortage of volunteers. He then told the volunteers that the cardigan used to belong to Fred West, the mass murderer.

"Most hands went down," Professor Hood said.

"When people did wear it, people moved away from them. It's not actually West's jumper. But it's the belief that it's West's jumper that has the effect.

"It is as if evil - a moral stance defined by culture - has become physically manifest inside the clothing."

Similar beliefs, which are held even among the most sceptical scientists, explain why few people would agree to swap their wedding rings for identical replicas.

The difference between attaching significance to sentimental objects and believing in religion, magic or the paranormal is only one of degree, Professor Hood said.

These tendencies, he said, were almost certainly a product of evolution. The human mind is adapted to reason intuitively, so that it can generate theories about how the world works even when mechanisms cannot be seen or easily deduced.

While this is ultimately responsible for scientific thinking, as in the discovery of invisible forces such as gravity, it also leaves people prone to making irrational errors.

"In most cases, intuitive theories capture everyday knowledge, such as the nature and properties of objects, what makes something alive, or the understanding that people's minds motivate their actions," Professor Hood said.

"But because intuitive theories are based on unobservable properties, such theories leave open the possibility of misconceptions.

"I believe these misconceptions of naive intuitive theories provide the basis of many later adult magical beliefs about the paranormal."

This innate tendency meant that such beliefs would not die out even as our scientific understanding of the world improved, he said.

Credulous minds may have evolved for several reasons.

It was once less dangerous to accept things that were not true than it was to reject real facts, such as the threat posed by a nearby predator.

This may have predisposed humans to err on the side of belief. Superstition may also give people a sense of control that can reduce stress.

"I don't think we're going to evolve a rational mind because there are benefits to being irrational," Professor Hood said.

"Superstitious behaviour - the idea that certain rituals and practices protect you - is adaptive. If you remove the appearance that they are in control, both humans and animals become stressed. During the Gulf War, in areas attacked by Scud missiles there was a rise in superstitious belief.

"I want to challenge recent claims by Richard Dawkins, among others, that supernaturalism is primarily attributable to religions spreading beliefs among the gullible minds of the young.

"Rather, religions may simply capitalise on a natural bias to assume the existence of supernatural forces," he said.

The Times

it's sunday afternoon and i am exhuasted, work and surfing, lack of sleep, the strange landscape of weird dreams and huanting imagry, i felt the kiss of the sucubus and it's weight crushing, drenched in sweat, tossing and turning, restlessness and the awful overwhelming crunch of passing time. ahh it's fathers day and i am unenthusiastic, jake may or may not call me, he has not seen me on a fathers day for, well it must be 15 years. i lost all that time with my son, i am not sure how his mother could do that, i guess it's the mothers revenge, it's universal and although i forgive her i don't claim to understand it. all i know is it crushed me. but forever now, this moment i am healed, i am strong. i finsihed reading a fantastic elizabeth hand book called 'mortal love' based around the concept of the artists muse, inspiration and obsession now i am reading 'winterlong' and enjoying each page, she is a fine writer.

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gone surfin

i went over this morning to see my friend Grim, he's a strange old chap who's life just took a big turn last month, his wife left him, he had a few issues and found himself alone and going through a messy seperation. i saw him take a dive, the kind of dive that you have to take in life sometimes and i offered him some support, it was a close shave, Grim ended up in Manly phych ward. He was on the 24 hour watch. Today he moved into his own home, and i played him my song, 'Jazz Ciggarette'
he played a nice base line as we nailed the tune down. he's on his feet now, found a nice tranquil spot and off the gear. his life turned around, he's playing base and being creative, he's happy in his self, it was good to see, we decided to recorrd 'Jazz Ciggarette' at some point.

Louis Wain was born in London’s Clerkenwell district in 1860 and eventually became an artist, selling his sketches of dog shows to the Illustrated Sporting News. He married his youngest sister's governess, Emily Richardson, which was considered quite scandalous at the time. His wife contracted breast cancer and died three years later. To entertain her on her sickbed, Wain started drawing their cat, Peter. Emily encouraged him to send these drawings to newspapers and magazines, and soon the Louis Wain cat was a household name, not only in Britain but also in America, where his comics and drawings of cats appeared in several newspapers. Louis Wain was elected as President of the National Cat Club and wrote the book 'In Animal Land with Louis Wain' in 1904. Wain continued drawing cats for newspapers and children’s books until he fell victim to schizophrenia in 1917 at the age of 57. Coupled with WWI and the public dwindling interest it cats, Wain soon fell into poverty and in 1924 was certified “insane” and committed to the pauper’s wing of a mental hospital in Tooting, England. Years later a foundation was set up for him by his peers (including the famous H.G. Wells) which enabled Wain to spend the last years of his life in comfort in private asylums in Southwark and Napsbury, where he continued to paint and draw his cats. Wain allows us a unique insight into the delusions and course of illness in a late onset schizophrenic.
Wain’s early work, while strange to some, is dominated by fanciful imagery of cats dressed in human clothes or engaged in human activity. Considering that much of his work was political cartooning and illustrating for children’s books, the early work seems an adequate representation of his pre-schizophrenic period.




During the onset of his disease at 57, Wain continued to paint, draw and sketch cats, but the focus changed from fanciful situations, to focus on the cats themselves.







Characteristic changes in the art began to occur, changes common to schizophrenic artists. Jagged lines of bright color began emanating from his feline subjects. The outlines of the cats became sever and spiky, and their outlines persisted well throughout the sketches, as if they were throwing off energy.


Soon the cats became abstracted, seeming now to be made up of hundreds of small repetitive shapes, coming together in a clashing jangles of color that transform the cat into something resembling an Eastern diety.


The abstraction continued, the cats now being seen as made up by small repeating patterns, almost fractal in nature.
Until finally they ceased to resemble cats at all, and became the ultimate abstraction, an indistinct form made up by near symmetrical repeating patterns.



Wain, like many late onset schizophrenics, never recovered from his illness. Because of the invention and increase in availability of medications effective in treating schizophrenia, the prognosis for someone diagnosed with the disorder today is much better than the one for Wain, who had been diagnosed in 1917. There is no yet known cause for the late onset in this type of schizophrenia, much like there is no known cause for the onset in the early type. Theories include much the same hypotheses as those for early onset, namely chemical imbalances and/or traumatic experience coupled with a genetic predisposition to the disorder.

ahhh strange erotic dreams, sexual transactions with ex partners, seedy situations and steamy atmospheres, i woke up drenched in sweat, it was 3.15pm and the day was gone. i took pan for a walk, had a hot chocolate and as people said hello i said 'good morning' such is the time displaced universe i live in.
i finished blooms 'Lucifer Principle' very sobering book, but i think its a very accurate concept about humanity and the forces that shape us.
there's always that weird period between books where i seem to experience a mild anxiety about what i will read next, however today i managed to leap into Mortal Love a novel by Elizabeth Hand. I took it along with me on my walk, sat and watched the clouds over the ocean, thats one of my fave spots, just sitting watching the water and the sky
on the way home earler this morning i stopped of to chat with a friend who runs a stall in a market that sells conspiracy theories like people sell cars, anyways he had a whole batch of david ickie books and some dvds. david ickie for those that don't know is under the illusion that there are giant lizards among the human population, royal family, us president, world banks etc that are trying to take over the earth. i've read heaps of his stuff and i have to say as far as i am concerned the mans a fruitcake but as i am looking through the conspiracy man starts pointing at the skies, telling me about 'chemtrails.'
Now the deal is that these light aircraft are spraying chemicals through the atmosphere onto densly populated areas. I did see the trails he spoke of, didn't see the actual aircraft. anyway these trails apparently weaken the immune systen, they are initiated by drug companies and governements. Now the only reason i mention this is becuase i have just had my sinuses up, somethin that never happens to me, outta the blue, anyways the conspiracy guy tells me he's been watching them spraying in the early mornings, he's getting quite animated and hysterical, jumping up and down, waving his arms. i ask him what people should do about it, he says, 'build up your immune system.' then i notice on his table is some immune building compounds, lots of supplements, powders, liquids, pills and teas. yeah sells conspiracy's just like cars.

re reading lucifer principle by howard bloom, it was written ten years ago, now as i read it a whole new bunch of information is penetrating, the guys a geneus. but he offers no hope, ho way out from natures death trap, as we all hurdle into the fate we can't escape. well maybe i can, once i master this transmigration machine, alternativly there is the time machine, i just need a portable black hole and a sexy assistant with a french accent and nice boots.
well its been a crazy day, listening to jakes music on the way in to the city, we stopped as i showed him red eye, picked up the new 'dimmer' cd and a 'pixies unplugged dvd' and the special edition dvd of 'the man who fell to earth' which i have been searching for for a while.
we both enjoyed sushi train, both eating the same things then he split for college and i went into galaxy, abbeys and dymocks, book lovers heaven where i wrestled the demonic forces of book addiction and came out with only three books, all things being equal.
i'm thinking about what Bloom was saying, in the peckin order of humanity, how humans use freedom, peace and justice in a political sense yet it means a way of subverting the words themselves. one mans freedom is another mans oppression, he gives a few examples one being the way the Guals were used by Vercingetorix, Julius Caesars arch enemy. The Guals were promised freedom if they united against the Romans. They were a civilized society, they wrote greek, argues philosophy and talked about the cosmos. But they were pulled together with the word freedom. What Vercingetorix failed to explain was his idea of freedom included uniting the Guals so they could opperate under one mind. Who's mind? Vercingetorix of course. To ensure solidarity he tortured and killed those that disagreed with him, he cut of the ears, pulled out the eyes of those that didn't share his veiw, he sent the mutilated back home as a warning to those whom may be tempted to entertain independant ideas. The freedom Vercingetorix offered the Guals was the exchange of one tryanny for another.
Peace is another word abused by those high in the peking order, it usually means, 'since i am on top, lets keep the peace.'
Justice is used by those at the bottom of the peking order wanting to move up, when people refer to, 'the struggle for justice' what they really mean is lets 'keep on fighting, till i come out on top.'
Slipped from their moral disguises, these slogans become weapons used to motivate the superorganism.

give it up

i given up cigarettes and staying up late
its bad for the skin, the lungs and the health
and with the cost of living these days
its a matter of wealth
i given up speeding through traffic lights
i given up drinking and getting in fights

i given up drugs and all stimulants
they make me feel good but they fuck up my head
and then there's the vices
you take to your bed
i given up sex with strangers i meet for a night
i given up words that come back and bite

yeah give it up
give it up and be free
give it up
give it up for me

i given up the rock lifestyle
and given up the roll
its certainly not healthy they say
its bad for the soul
i given up playing my guitar up loud
i given up banging my drum in the crowd

mmm, its amazing what you right after you smoke a joint, rum in hand, thinking about the things ya should be doing, procrastinating about all the other stuff.
its been a strange day, i guess rain threatened and i was stuck, immobile, couldn't find anyone to play with, i had a coffee with sam but she was kinda 'resentful and angry' and there was a lot of residual hostility in her words, i just wanted to get close i guess but she was all female defenseive barriers and barbs out.
and that fucking accountant of mine, jeez, accountants are crap they just cream of the cash you earn becuase the tax system is so complex in australia people can't do it themselves they need accountants. fucking leeches, if i ever meet them socially i'll be telling them what i think of them so far.
other strange events, i saw basic instinct 2 which is much better than basic instinct 1, it's set in london, beautifully filmed and very atmospheric, even has a very smart story line.
mmm, well i get a chance to see jake tomorrow, so i'm looking forwards to that, but man, i need new friends.

looking at history the forces that ebb and flow through mankind are meme dominated, if ya read early parts of this blog you may have an idea of what i am referring to. gene's constitute the physical replication of the individual, the meme is the way societies are formed, they pull together, spread and dominate, acting in the same way a virus does, some are beneficial some harmful, it appears that history and culture is filled with memes that have devastated millions of lives and caused untold misery. the meme has the function of spreading and surviving, ultimately in our animal brains this translates as warfare, subjugation by fear, control via political ideology or religious. its never painless and there's always casualties. recent events show the dominant meme on the planet is radical islam, it spreads successfully and it threatens everything else. it's totally opposed to the meme of judiasm, and it has no limits becuase factored into this meme is the idea that the planet is up for grabs, whereas other religious beliefs are content to just sit back and be islam is aggressive and brutal. it is a shining example of a meme that is successful. it currently holds the world hostage.
we have seen memes like this before, communism, stalinism, early christianity even hinduism but right now this is the meme that threatens the staus quo. irronically the staus quo has become infected with a meme of tolerence, political correctness and 'fatness' the same meme that rome had before it's downfall, in fact there's not much difference between the rome of the past and the america of today, the same history repeats itself, how can we escape its cycle before the barbarians invade again?

two days surfing, yeah my wetsuit works, it's a tricky thing to get into and take off, it's like a second skin but once it's on the world is my oyster, well maybe not the world but certainly there's adequate protection against the cold water. so fin in hand, flippers on feet i 've surfed at north narabeen beach and long reef, my cells feel the regenerative and restorative powers and it's been to long between surfs. the fin works as well as ever but my mind was a bit groggy, a bit slow and my attension wandered. thoughts didn't stick around for very long and i couldn't stay fixed on the task at hand. better luck tomorrow.
my accountant is a fraud, i think i am going to pay him his cash and leave him. once again he has charged me a phenomenal amount for little return, it's a shame people have to be so greedy and dishonorable, never mind, it's his loss.

it's time for me to be social again, i have slipped of the radar screen for the last few months, hibernating, being insular and reclusive, well it's about to change, i think i need some new people in my life, stimulating and irreverent, some fun. i need to laugh again.
pan seems to have hit a certain contentment, although he likes coming with me, he also likes to just sleep after his walks, which frees me up for a long surf. he's very cute, i've been playing frisbee with him and he's very good at catching it. i heard from agent stone that andrew a mutual friend was in town, however i was disappointed that he didn't call me. i don't quite understand how some one can ring you at 2 in the morning from perth when they are drunk, tell you how much they miss you, then not make an effort to even call you when they are in the same town the next month. yeah i guess there's a certain amount of water that passed under that bridge and it's stagnant now.
well i have been watching lateline the last few nights and now the insurance companies are getting all funny about global warming, governments are starting to listen. Apparently the gold coast, cairns and northern queensland are about to feel the intensity of cyclones and hurricanes that would destroy the coastal property. al gore's senior enviromental advisor said that the weather patterns they thought would happen in 2085 are happening right now and that it's going to get much worse for humanity. mmm, yeah well let's see what happens, 2012 is the year this cycle of cvilization is predicted to end and according to the bible code book 2 this year we will see a nuclear or chemical bomb detonate in jerusleum so who know's, i am sure humanity can bring about the end of the world with efficeincy and beat the deadline.

The Express
August 11, 2006 Friday
U.K. 1st Edition
Anti-Israel hypocrites need a history lesson
By Frederick Forsyth

IT MUST surely be true that the level of lies and hypocrisy that a society can tolerate is in direct proportion to the degeneration of that culture.Personally I am not particularly pro or anti Israel, pro or anti Arab or pro or anti Islam. But I do have a dislike of myth, hypocrisy and lies as opposed to reality, fairness and truth.Watching the bombing of Lebanon it is impossible not to feel horror and pity for the innocent civilians killed, wounded or rendered homeless. But certain of our politicians, seeking easy populism and the cheapest round of applause in modern history, have called the Israeli response "disproportionate". Among these politicos are Jack Straw and that master of EU negotiations, William Hague. That accusation can only mean: "disproportionate to the aggression levelled against them". Really?Why did the accusers not mention Serbia? What has Serbia got to do with it? Let's refresh our memories.In 1999 five Nato air forces - US, British, French, Italian and German - began to plaster Yugoslavia, effectively the tiny and defenceless province of Serbia. We were not at war with the Serbs, we had no reason to hate them, they had not attacked us and no Serbian rockets were falling on us.But we practically bombed them back to the Stone Age. We took out every bridge we could see. We trashed their TV station, army barracks, airfields and motorways.We were not fighting for our lives and no terrorists were skulking among the civilian population but we hit apartment blocks and factories anyway. There were civilian casualties. We did not do it for 25 days but for 73. We bombed this little country economically back 30 years by converting its infrastructure to rubble. Why?We were trying to persuade one dictator, Slobodan Milosevic, to pull his troops out of Kosovo, which happened to be (and still is) a Yugoslav province. The dictator finally cracked; shortly afterwards he was toppled but it was his fellow Serbs who did that, not Nato.Before the destruction of Serbia, Kosovo was a nightmare of ethnic hatred. It still is. If we wanted to liberate the Kosovans, why did we not just invade? Why blow Serbian civilians to bits?Here is my point. In all those 73 days of bombing Serbia I never heard one British moralist use the word "disproportionate".The entire point of Hezbollah is not to resolve some border dispute with Israel; its aim is to wipe Israel off the map, as expressed by Hezbollah's master, the crazed Mahmoud Ahmadinejad of Iran.That aim includes the eradication of every Israeli Jew; ie, genocide.Serbia never once threatened to wipe the UK off the map or slaughter our citizens, yet Straw, in office in 1999, and Hague, leading the Conservative Party, never objected to Serbia being bombed.As an ex-RAF officer I am persuaded the Israeli fighter pilots are hitting civilian-free targets with 95 per cent of their strikes. These are the hits no TV network bothers to cover. It is the five per cent that causes the coverage and the horror: wrong target, unseen civilians in the cellar, misfire, unavoidable collateral casualties. Unavoidable?Israel has said in effect: "If you seek to wipe us out we will defend ourselves to the death. You offer us no quarter, so we will offer none to you. As for the non-involved, we will try to avoid you. But if you choose intentionally, inadvertently, or through the stupidity of your government to protect and shelter the killers among yourselves then, with deepest regret, we cannot guarantee your exemption." Yesterday we Brits learned that certain elements in our society had tried to organise a mass slaughter of citizens flying out of our airports. We will have to take draconian measures against these enemies in our midst. Will Messrs Straw and Hague complain our methods are disproportionate?Not a chance. Now that, dear readers, is blatant hypocrisy.ON AN almost daily basis our palsied apology for a government is having to admit the truth of independent report after report: each flatly contradicts what ministers have been telling us for years.Those who claimed the official propaganda was rubbish are being wholly vindicated.Such as? Well, if you penalise marriage and make divorce a mere formality there will be more divorces and children will suffer emotional trauma. True after all.If you make drug-buying and taking easier, the drug problem will get worse, not better.True, at last. If you give a country with a serious alcohol problem all-day, all-night boozing, the scourge will get worse until it threatens the fabric of society itself. Just been confirmed. If you flood the place with casinos you will soon create a gambling addiction problem. Just been admitted.Now, Home Secretary John Reid has conceded that if you don't crack down hard on street violence and no-ceiling immigration, both problems will intensify. Oh, and it is not racist to say such things after all.Unfortunately, Reid admits reality in almost the same breath as he announces his ministry is not fit for purpose and can therefore do nothing about it.Any chance of an apology for those, like this newspaper, who were right all along?Do not even bother to wait around for it.

here's a strange thing, my day, i start by getting up for work, while i am outside i notice the Saturday papers laying downstairs near the post box, and i am ashamed to say i think, mmm, should i grab them, i mean they must be someone's so i know it's stealing, but then its my post box. i spend about 10 mins weighing up the karmic consequences of taking these papers, it's really black and white but in self deception i make it grey, take the papers and put them in my car. Immediately as i reverse onto the road i hear a 'thwak, thwak' sound and pull over. part of a wire coat hanger is sticking out from the front left tire, it's jabbed itself about two inches into the rubber and as i pull it out i hear the release of air. i fill my tire up twice on the way in, find a tyre place and am relieved to hear it's only going to cost $40 to fix. 10 mins later the mechanic is showing me how badly my wheels are buckled. They are really bad, all twisted and squashed. thus in the first hour of my day i have spent $1000. Instant Karma.
But i have no belief in karma, i mean who's to say weather that's good karma or bad, i mean one way of looking at it is i could have driven to work without punturing my tyres and had a blow out because unknown to me all my wheels were crap. It's a blessing maybe, a $1000 blessing.

well i have a flu of some kind, a strange virus has infected me, i am hot and cold, i sweat a lot and my skin feels clammy, i dream strange vivid colours and shapes dance into my mind from backgrounds indefinable. some people downstairs make a loud noise, children scream, my phone rings and i awake having a conversation with my son, we arrange to have lunch. we chat over fruit and energy drinks about books, i am explaining why House of Leaves is one of the best novels ever written.
Later we wander into a shop where he chats to the counter girl, he introduces me as 'my dad.' It's very intresting to hear, not something i hear a lot, most people assume he is my younger brother, she flashes me a smile.
I deliver a book to a friend, i promised i would.
'You're a man of your word.' he says.
'Yes.' i reply.
Later i delve into some music and pull out a strange track called Panic in the World, by Be Bop Delux, super cool band.
Time passes by and i am drifing into a tranquil melencoly state, my cousin eagle sends me an e mail from hiafa, he said its bad. lots of damage, he says, that for him its like waking up, he has enemies who want to destroy him. He never really felt that before, always blocking it out or just thinking they were lone suicide bombers but now he knows that his enemies are legion, and his enemy is my enemy. It's funny i never really thought like that either, untll this conflict where the shape of the forces that dwell amongst human civilization reared themselves and showed their true colours. I lost friends who think israel had no need to strike back, they claim over reaction. they claim that israel has no right to exist and they claim that the arabs have a just cause. these people don't talk to me anymore. i also have friends who have become closer to me due to getting a new found perspective upon the events. the pro israeli lobby gets very little exposure here in australia, it is often seen as republican american, which makes me laugh. i recall speaking to the editor of the Sydney Morning Herald and she was telling me that isreal and the jews were all republican supporters. yeah such is the ignorance of people. when i wrote to media watch about the fake pictures from qana they responded by running a peice on another faked photo by a reuters photographer who consequently got the sack but did not mention qana, nor did they respond to my many letters demanding they correct their initial reports. mmm, oh well thats the nature of war i guess.
other stuff happening, mmm, lets see a few days ago i recieved a call from emilie, she's demanding to know why i don't want to see her anymore, she says her life is a mess and she wants to marry me. five mins later she rings again, screaming hysterically, she has cut her wrists and needs to see me, i arrange to meet her reluctantly. on the way she calls to cancel.I tell her to sort her life out then call me, not becuase i am unkind or don't feel anything but becuase i know my limits and my boundries. suicide girls don't do anything for me.

i been very busy as you know paying of debts, working hard and organising my pictures, i am quite excited about the idea of an exhibition, its only a matter of time now.

investigations show that humans need to be social, experiments show that babies left without touch often die, humans need to form relationships with others, these start in the family or tribe and in contempory times even ideology. within each human is a self destruct mechanism, its the trigger that leads to depression and suicide, it's the trigger that alienates individuals, this is like a time bomb resulting in death. usally the individual takes their own life, feeling there is no sense to their life anyway, no purpose. all animals have these self biological destructive circiuts, contary to popular belief evolution is not built solely upon competing self intrested loners, it also relies upon teams of individuals striving for group survival. as a result physiological feedback loops often call upon the individual to sacrifice his health, or even life, for the sake of the larger group. We inhereted this behaviour from our cellular ancsetors who first formed communities, as a result innumerable mechanisms operate within human beings.

This was in the Sunday Buisness Post an english newspaper, it's certainly a minority piece, not something that most papers dare print yet it clearly states the obvious.
 
Failing to confront the enemy within
15 August 2006
LAST summer, Great Britain was shocked to discover that some of its own – four British citizens of Asian descent – hated their native country so much that they were prepared on 7 July to detonate suicide bombs on London buses and the Underground to kill themselves and 52 innocents. This weekend, with over 20 British-born Muslims locked up under suspicion of plotting another despicable terrorist attack – but on a far grander scale – it should be clear to all but the wilfully blind that the size, scope and murderous intent of Britain’s enemy within is the most pressing problem facing the country.

During the relative quiet since the abortive copycat bombings on 21 July last year few wanted to believe that there were more attacks to come, especially not from young people born, educated and raised in the United Kingdom. But it was merely the lull before the real storm: Britain’s home-grown terror threat is greater than ever before because a small but deadly minority of young British Muslims hate the country of their birth and its prevailing non-Muslim culture. This threat from British Muslim nihilism is made all the more dangerous because the default response of a soft-headed British Establishment – including police chiefs more anxious to parade their politically-correct credentials than catch criminals and judges who play into terrorists’ hands by elevating civil liberties above national security even in time of crisis – is to worry more about the growth of so-called Islamophobia in non-Muslim Britain than to do everything it takes to root the Islamist terrorists and would-be terrorists in our midst.

Yet there is now a clear pattern evolving in the process that creates the enemy within: young Muslim men (including some recent converts), usually from honest and hard-working families – more middle-class than under-class – are radicalised after exposure to extreme Islamist elements in Britain and during subsequent and inevitable trips to Pakistan. They are fed a heady brew of Islamic fundamentalism and anti-western propaganda which exploits undoubted Anglo-American foreign policy failures and perceived injustices in Afghanistan, Iraq and what would be Palestine; and they are nurtured by a British-based Jihad apparatus which thrives under the noses of the British police. Their Islamist certainties are then fanned by the fact that they live in a country increasingly hated by its own political, media, legal and cultural elites whose predominant relativist philosophy eschews moral judgments and allows crime, social decay, feckless welfare dependency and widespread educational failure to eat away at society from within, convincing alienated Muslim youth that they really do live in a sick and disgusting society that deserves to be bombed.

When a society allows vulnerable young minds to be poisoned by Islamo-fascism and does next-to-nothing to stand up for its own traditional values of decency, responsibility, self-discipline, hard work, respect for others and the carefully-constructed freedoms of liberal democracy – indeed, far from standing up for them takes a perverse, right-on pleasure in seeing them wither on the vine – then we should not be surprised when the warped and deluded decide to take matters into their own hands; and they do not even need a global terror network to do it.

We are no longer threatened by an organisation which can be smashed or decapitated: al-Qaeda has had most of its operatives captured and been robbed of its Afghanistan base; Osama bin Laden is now a figurehead, reduced to making home videos. But al-Qaeda is still dangerous as a philosophy and a franchise and Great Britain is more vulnerable than most to it because it hosts the perfect environment for extremism to flourish: inept, politically-correct policing; lax laws on the rights of extremists to congregate, plot and spread hatred; a disastrous culture of easy welfare and failing schools; the ghettoisation of immigrants and religious minorities; pathetic border controls; and an Establishment which believes – and teaches in state schools and spreads through the broadcast media – that Britain is essentially an evil country while terrorists are just misunderstood.

Radical and urgent action needs to be taken; but there is little chance of that under a British government which has failed to enact its own agenda, even after last July’s atrocities. In their aftermath, Tony Blair notoriously produced a 12-point plan promising tighter enforcement of asylum and deportation, blacklists of extremist bookshops and bans on hardline Islamist groups. It was concocted in 10 Downing Street with the usual Blairite desire for eye-catching initiatives and the predictable lack of substance. A year later only three targets have been met and the whole exercise has lost momentum. While the Middle East burns and a terrorist plot greater than 9/11 is hatched on British soil, Mr Blair suns himself in Barbados, providing symbolic and visual evidence, if any more were needed, of his lack of resolve, short attention span, irrelevance and essential decadence when it comes to the great challenges of our time.

But it is not just the head that is rotten; so are the arms and legs. Britain’s police chiefs are now so steeped in political correctness that they have become the useful idiots of the Islamist movement. On Thursday, as the terrible scale of the plot unfolded and the terrorists were rounded up, one senior policeman could not resist mouthing platitudes about the arrests not being an attack on the Muslim “community”, even though nobody had suggested they were. Another Scotland Yard commissioner recently said that the words “Islamic terrorist” would never pass his lips, which merely underlined that his ignorance of what we are up against passeth all understanding. Meanwhile the supreme useful idiot, Sir Ian Blair, head of the Metropolitan Police, once declared that “there is nothing wrong with being a fundamentalist Muslim, any more than there is anything wrong with being a fundamentalist Christian.” Not on the face of it – except that, last time we looked, fundamentalist Christians in Britain (such as they are) were not blowing themselves up in crowded Tube trains or trying to blow their fellow citizens out of the sky, unlike their Islamist equivalents.

Sir Ian’s homespun drivel is what passes for profundity in today’s Britain. He and the rest of the British Establishment would be better employed figuring out why it is that Britain has spawned this Islamist enemy within while the United States, perceived by Islamists everywhere as the Great Satan and with a huge Muslim community of its own, has not. American Muslims seem far better integrated than their British counterparts, far prouder to be Americans than Britain’s Muslims are to be British, far quicker to disassociate themselves from those who bring disgrace and dishonour to their religion. You do not see American Muslims burning the Stars and Stripes or chanting “Death to Americans”; yet it is now commonplace in British Islamist demonstrations for Britain to be denigrated and its non-Muslim citizens threatened with retribution.

The reasons for the difference are profound. The American Establishment, confident and proud of its country, provides its immigrants with an inspiring American narrative in which all newcomers are invited to share; the British Establishment, which so often appears ashamed of its own country’s past and present, provides no such narrative (indeed, quite the reverse: those who turn on their adopted country will find plenty of supportive allies in the British elite). The American experience emphasises integration as the way forward for all immigration groups, even if it sometimes ends up with more of a mosaic than a melting pot. The bien pensant British way is to swamp any thought of an inclusive British culture with an emphasis on multi-culturalism, which has produced a de facto apartheid of ghettos and sub-cultures where extremism now breeds.

To the failure of the British elite we must add the failure of the British Muslim community to confront the enemy within its midst. Indeed many British Muslims seem to be in denial, regarding any arrests of suspected terrorists as further evidence of Islamophobia. There is really no such thing as the “Muslim community” but a series of distinct Muslim communities, none of which has produced leaders of wisdom, moderation or distinction.

Attempts by the government to elevate moderate “Muslim leaders” – the type which John Prescott, the preposterous Deputy Prime Minister, was consoling and consulting on Friday – have ended in failure. Most of those wheeled out over the past few days have prefaced their condemnations of terrorism by explaining how they understand the so-called “frustrations” of young British Asians (as if frustration was cause enough to become a suicide bomber) and ludicrous criticism of the police for arresting only Muslims (maybe they should have rounded up a few Baptists as well, just to be even-handed).

Nor is the mantra of the politically-correct – “the moderate Muslim majority” – quite as comforting as its repetition would suggest. Too many British Muslims subscribe to the central Jihadist lie – that the attempt to liberate Iraq from its dictator and the purging of Afghanistan of a great evil were primarily anti-Muslim military campaigns; on the other hand, it is hard to blame them too much for believing such nonsense since a large chunk of the liberal-left British elite believes it too. The real problem for Muslim communities is that within them reside substantial minorities which despise the country in which they live: a recent Populus poll found that 13% of British Muslims – equivalent to at least 125,000 adults – believe the 7 July bombers should be regarded as “martyrs”; 7% think suicide attacks on civilians justified, 16% see them as fine for military targets; 2% even said they would be proud if a family member joined al-Qaeda. Minorities, to be sure. But big enough minorities to provide a steady stream of home-grown fanatics for the foreseeable future.

Sadly, there is no stomach for a fundamental reappraisal of the underlying factors which have produced Britain’s new enemy within, on either the Left or the Right. So, for now, all that can usefully be done is to pursue the successful prosecution of those who were plotting to blow us up. This is by no means a foregone conclusion: British prosecutors have a lamentable track record in securing the conviction and jailing of Islamist terrorists. If all (or most of) the suspects arrested last week have eventually to be released, it would be the final humiliation of Britain’s security forces (the folks that brought us WMD in Iraq, the killing of an innocent Brazilian after 7 July and, most recently, Forest Gate). It would also leave what remains of the Blair government’s authority in irreparable shreds.

We do not rule it out. Nor do we exclude some Blairite histrionics as a substitute for proper action. It is just possible that Mr Blair will return from Barbados, full to overflowing with the resolve which he whips up for such events, and recall Parliament from its summer slumbers. Expect another 12-point plan and a promise that this time he really will get tough with the judiciary. Then, inevitably, his enthusiasm will cool as resistance is mounted by the leftist media and his proposals are blocked by the institutional political correctness of the police and legal system, leaving the terrorists of Londonistan free to plot further atrocities – one of which will one day succeed on a horrendous scale

single celled life is programed to survive, as it evolves cells clump together to survive, these cells specialize in various functions that assist make the larger organism, the large organisms in turn clump together and form societies, ants, monkeys, people, these societies all have one function, to survive and they in turn may form super organisms. just as our individual cells have no awareness of their existance and overall design, nor do individual people, or societies. there are exceptions, once that eighth circuit is active, you can get a fix on the ocean of humanity. the eighth circuit in societies and cultures, just imagine, how would it look, where on this planet could that happen on a level where the culture of that country manifests to this level. japan maybe. how about israel.

what i see is a people, the jewish people's continual battle against hostile forces, other societies that are sworn to destroy them, these forces have very little function or drive, anything else is beyond their immediate vision. it is basically that simple. others would see these countries as justified or sympathise with them, thats fine. what is difficult is when these sympathetic countries refuse to let israel defend or act in its own survival intrests. not that this stops israel. the un has shown where its intrests lay time after time, it's double standards and misinformed outbursts are nothing but indications of how it feels about the state of israel. never has it condemed or spoken out about the endless suicide bombings, but its always very quick to accuse israel. and please don't think that this is a blameless society, it's very much a society as that has its own internal operating system issues but generally it is a society that is filled with potential and an awesome vision.
meanwhile over in iran ahmeadinejad is under the delusion that he is heralding the second coming of islams 12th Iman but in order for this to happen he has to bring about armageddon.
israel has its fair share of nuts as well, amongst the temple mount faithful is a small group of 50 people who want to dismantle the temple mount and build the 3rd temple of solomon, making way for the jewish messanic era as predicted in the bible. however the big difference is these people are not the president and they don't have nuclear ambitions.
israel had very little choice but to strike hard now, in an attempt to draw attension to the area, drawing un troops in don't promise it anything but it does buy israel time becuase in 2 years hezzbolah will have access to nuclear or chemical weapons, if not both and then an outdated katushia missile can have a different kind of effect. small pox is the favorite.

mankind, humanity is at a point now where the war within is the war without, ultimatly the line is drawn, this is not really about countries, it is not really about religion, invisible friends or ideology, its just about survival. the forces that have shaped history have always repeated the same old patterns, rise of a civilization, the empire becomes fat and lazy, the barbarian invades and conquers. civilization is just a construct of these superorganisms, we can chose to embrace the universe and our destiny, just as we embrace change, technology sex and art or we can rage against it.