Of parallels, perpendiculars, curves, order and freedom

Just look at those curves!

This is the second of two articles, started last evening. Hope you’re sleeping soundly, if on GMT.

That old chestnut about “might not know much about art but I know what I like” might be intended as a joke but I contend there’s much to it … that there’s an innate sense of proportion and “rightness”, such as Magritte, but also a disordered mind, such as Miro.

I’d contend that there’s clever juxtaposition, such as with Escher or even some of the Dada, thumbing its nose at proportion but at the same time, accepting that there are natural rules, codes which keep life possible.

One of the analyses of Stairway to Heaven was that even though that solo was wild and harsh, aching, even screaming, that only matched Plant and there were powerful “rules” imposed by Bonham and Jones on the whole.  Now isn’t that weird … bad boys thumbing the nose, prancing about and wrecking things … but they themselves operated within very strict order, which they’d depart from … but always come back to.

The human mind (mine does anyway) rebels against being shoved into neat rows of boxes, it has to break out in order to breathe the free air, it simply must have angularity, lack of symmetry … just as in nature … it must go on chromatic adventures and explore, fill the space.  My own home looks a mess, to the point that my “sunroom” was questioned by my mate, who asked if there was anything in those boxes I’d piled up in different places, whilst the centre ground was a cosy and colourful “den”, everything modular, parallel lines, to the point my matess demanded, “Where are the curves?”

On you, within you, darling … and how.  Women are walking artforms, which is why they need to respect themselves, not mutilate themselves … mutilating themselves, ruining their minds which is what Woke feminazism has caused … it’s an offence against nature, no less than what’s being done to children now.

After all these words, I’m but saying there’s a happy medium but even that statement imprisons. There are boundaries set in rock, e.g. leave the children alone … and then boundaries which are to be pushed, even broken through … but even an old adventurer, an old sailor, returns to land eventually, just as Peer Gynt did and the Prodigal Son.  The Eagles’ Desperado is all about that.  Desperado is about too much freedom (that’s me) … Hotel California is about Chateau Marmant, about addiction to sicko, diseased souls, impossible to escape from unless there’s some redemptive way that can save imprisoned wretches like that.

Heavy metal is an offence to the soul, unless it has a distinct set of its own rules, such as with Du Hast.  And no, I’m not playing any of it here.

Which brings me back to the original point … I’ll judge aesthetically and politically before I even start thinking of the morality.  I will think of the morality for sure after that … we’re all doing that here, in a non-religious way … but the overwhelming, overriding driver for us is observing things and muttering: “No, that’s simply not right, you creeps.  You need stringing up.”

There’s a natural order, unlike London’s now vile, modernist skyline, within which there’s a vast amount of freedom to move, bags and heaps of freedom … but there’s also a natural imperative, such as stopping that 14 year old girl being beaten to death by those thugs … and no one steps in en masse, they just film it on their phones.

Don’t miss DAD’s drop here of Citizen Free Press:

https://citizenfreepress.com/breaking/life-at-the-gas-station-in-1940s-road-tripping-america-in-1950s/

Just look at those parallels and perpendiculars!  That’s me, that’s my home here.

The Land of the Free; and the Home of the Brave.

I watched as a small, very special, piece of History was made yesterday. I watched as the House of Representatives, itself part of the Congress of the United States, voted to bar two Bills which had been voted into law by the Washington D.C. Council. One Bill was to give voting rights to non-citizens of the US; the other gave, amongst other lunacies, reduced sentences for various crimes. Both Bills were not only opposed by Washington’s Mayor, but also by the Chief of Police in Washington. But the liberal, left-wing led Council thought it knew better, and overrode the Mayor’s veto.

So the House, itself now assembling with a slim Republican majority, sat down, had a reasoned discussion, the way things used to be done in America, and then voted, within its powers as the overseer to the District, to veto and disallow both DC Laws. But here’s the thing which makes this vote so special, the Republicans were joined by 42 Democratic Members in the winning of one vote, and in the winning of the second vote, the Democratic votes which joined with the Republicans numbered 31. 

It is, in itself, a tiny beginning; but it augurs well for Democracy within the Republic. With a Speaker who had to compromise on all his powers with a twenty-strong mix of Republican Representatives, before being himself elected; thus brushing away the almost tyrannical leadership of Pelosi, with sensible decisions returning to Committee memberships and positions, The House itself looks better by the day as a result.

Both D.C. decisions will now move forwards to the Senate, where the Democrats still hold sway, but even here the Democrats will not find it easy to block these Laws, because both are sensible, and both Laws attracted Opposition votes to the cause. Biden’s White House may still veto, but those who now move the president’s voice and pathways will not find a veto easy to stand.

As an Englishman, I liked President Trump when in office, he did what he could to make things better for America. As to his claims of election fraud, I believe that those claims should have been carefully examined in open court: maybe he was right, maybe not; but even as the months and years pass, and the various films and documentaries, with their evidence of tampering piled up, he should have at least been listened to.

But Trump’s huge shadow over Republican politics really did him, and America, no favours at all, because many of the 2022 mid-Term Election candidates which Trump favoured were not themselves favoured by the electorate: and the swing which so many polls hoped for never really arrived, which is why the Senate is still Democrat by numbers, and the House Republicans really depend upon everyone speaking with one voice to stay that slim majority.

But, in closing, I reckon that a swift glance at that YouTube video is still recommended, if only to allow the memory that ‘The Flag still Flies, o'er the Land of the Free, and the Home of the Brave.’

Did You Really Think It Would Stop At Bread?

Folic acid should be added to rice as well as flour to prevent hundreds of cases of 'tragic' birth defects every year, experts have said today.

And it's not just expanding the range. It's upping the dose too! 

Up to 800 cases could be avoided every year if the nutrient was also added to rice and doses were quadrupled, they claimed.

Why are they dragging their heels? Why aren't they rolling over for these 'experts' like they usually do? 

Ministers are thought to have stalled because they feared being accused of 'mass medication' and acting like a 'nanny state'.

Oh, I think that ship done sailed... 

Professor Dame Lesley Regan, a gynaecologist at Imperial College's St Mary's Hospital Campus, said there are scientific, medical, ethical and economic reasons for administering the 'correct dose' of folic acid for 'maximum protection'.

It's amazing how easy it is to ensure that these all combine to match your own personal 'ethics', isn't it?  

Professor Neena Modi, an expert in neonatal medicine at Imperial College London, said ... Women who avoid gluten or whose main source of carbohydrate is rice will be disadvantaged, Sir Nicholas warned. And mothers from ethnic minority backgrounds, 'who predominantly eat rice, not flour', are already up to two-and-a-half times more at risk of their baby having neural tube defects, Professor Modi said.

'We have a major issue with health disparities and the current proposals will widen these,' Professor Modi said.

How dare those people not get with the programme and take their medicine, eh, Neena? 

Can’t be unseen (part two of two)

This follows on from the sentiments in part one. It looks at ways information is best disseminated by us, by pundits. But firstly:

And there’s another interesting one over there:

While the musician’s story on YT is interesting, it also applies to pundits or vloggers and bloggers, to tweeters and gabbers.  To my mind, the best platform for instant feedback is Twitter (earlier, I’d have included Gab). It gives enough space to make the comment, retweet etc. and if you need more, then link to a website or vlog.  If I have a “long” to post, then I screenshoot it and post it as a pic.

The engine rooms are the blog and vlog. To my mind, again, the blog is vastly better because you don’t have to sit through hours of tedium and bullsh from the presenter, in order to get the couple of minutes of pure gold. The blog is all about the scrolling wheel (oor finger), links and embedded pics and vids.

Podcasts, to me, are an utter bore, wankfests for narcissists.

Tastes of course differ.

When it can’t be unseen

One defining characteristic of the Wokerati and globocreeps is that they simply must foist it on the rest of us. Some of “us” do not appreciate it in the least and if the platform no longer lets us avoid and escape, we depart the platform.

Julia has a byline (tagline, whatever) at Gab:

"The only valid censorship of ideas is the right of people not to listen." - Power Stewart

Noble thought, the foundation of the classic-liberal end of libertarianism, (the other end being open slather licentiousness, do absolutely anything you want, no matter how many it hurts, stuff the rule of natural law and respect).

All right, let’s test that.  On Gab right now (0915), there were four or five gabs … usual thing, usual topics … and suddenly, there was a full width, five inches high porn photo of two marines hard at it … ewwwww, throw up on the spot.

On Gab.  I immediately went top right to the three dots to block it and yes, you guessed it … someone had disable the blocking, I could only share. I was there for one purpose this morning … to say hello to Julia, which I scrambled to do, then clicked out of there and shuddered at the filfth on screen.

Back to the key to Julia’s tagline:

… the right of people not to listen.

Or even to be forced to watch?  Don’t even try to argue I had a choice at that moment. Yes, I’ve learnt to get out quick, escape, I could minimise … but that image, as it was designed to do, had burnt in and damaged my day, if not my mind.  I do NOT wish to see such depravity, not interested, and furthermore … I want a mechanism in place to prevent it from being forced upon me.

There was no such mechanism. Andrew Torba had no overriding block link … the much reviled Twitter does though, it’s far more civilised.

Of those I’ve blocked on Twitter, most are cabal or Wokerati … natch … but a fair few are “our side”.  The enemy produce the filth, our Daily Mail minded people rush to bring the filth to us, all the while saying, “Tut tut, isn’t it shocking?!”  The enemy laughs into its lunch, fit to burst.

I. Do. Not. Wish. To. See. Other people’s nauseating filth. Esp the enemy’s.

What Reason Could He Have For Claiming Asylum?

A grieving family are demanding answers after a beloved grandfather died in a motorcycle crash with an asylum seeker who was working illegally as a DPD driver under a false name.

He's Moldovan. Claiming to be Romanian. Why is anyone's claim from either of these two countries tolerated?

Stratan was detained in October 2021 after he entered Scotland from Ireland using the false identity of a Romanian called Sergei Bagrin. He was detained for five months before being freed in March with an admonition by Stranraer Sherriff Court.

Thanks, Scotland! 

He then moved to Devon where he obtained the false driving licence and got a job as a delivery driver.

Stratan had already racked up four unpaid speeding tickets in two months of driving for DPD at their depot near St Austell in Cornwall. The crash with Mr Colwill occurred when he failed to stop at a Give Way sign on a country road at Ashwater, North Devon.

It's beyond bel... No. I have to stop saying that, don't I? Because it isn't.

Stratan admitted perverting the course of justice, causing death by careless driving and driving while uninsured and with a false licence. He was jailed for a year and ten months by Judge David Evans at Exeter Crown Court and banned from driving for five years after his release. The judge said the public would expect him to be deported on or before his release.

We wouldn't expect him to have been allowed into the asylum system in the first place... 

The judge noted that DPD's ability to check on Stratan's credentials had been diluted because he was working through two sub-contractors.

And the country's ability to check on chancers, grifters and wrong 'uns coming in? What's diluted that?

Yet more controlled opposition

This is via one of our patrons:

https://marypatriotnews.com/2023/02/07/katie-hopkins-the-truth-about-gb-news-i-have-been-keeping-this-to-myself-until-now-video/

Any social media dissident type into genuine freedom, best you see it.

Words can have two meanings

 This is the second of the two Zeppelin anthems, both technically brilliant songs, as well as being powerfully atmospheric, their theme ambivalent ... after all, you know words can have two meanings.

Part of Tuesday 3 mentioned this film:

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Wicker_Man

So let's look and there is this:

Inspired by David Pinner's 1967 novel Ritual, (it) centres on the visit of Police Sergeant Neil Howie to the isolated Scottish island of Summerisle in search of a missing girl. Howie, a devout Christian, is appalled to find that the inhabitants of the island have abandoned Christianity and now practise a form of Celtic paganism. Paul Giovanni composed the film score.

Now I'll have to go in to bat for the pagans here ... that's false history, the pagans preceded Christianity, unless you accept Blake's Jerusalem literally. December 25th was initially pagan. However, let's press on:

Howie, a devout Christian, is disturbed to find the Islanders paying homage to the pagan Celtic gods of their ancestors. They copulate openly in the fields, include children as part of the May Day celebrations, teach children of the phallic association of the maypole, and place toads in their mouths to cure sore throats. The islanders appear to be trying to thwart his investigation by claiming that Rowan (the gorgeous girlchild, now Britt Ekland) never existed.

Uh huh.  Now to certain motifs which come up in the song further down:

While staying at the Green Man Inn, Howie notices a series of photographs celebrating the annual harvest, each featuring a young girl as the May Queen.

What is the very thing which PD has been on about since the beginning, well before this blog? What theme?

Now to Stairway to Heaven itself, a quite ambivalent theme ... after all, you know words can have two meanings.

Firstly, I went through many reactors to the song, ostensibly heard for the first time. 

Criteria for me were firstly ... the reactor did not keep stopping and starting the song in order to rabbit on and on ... secondly, that it was not the live version but the original ... thirdly, that the lyrics were showing so our readers could follow them.

Of the dozen or so, I came down to a shortlist of four (to the left here) and they were interesting in themselves.

The white American kid was sadly a product of today's education, plus he had that white male imperviousness to all bar laughter and anger. The black bro from the hood ... he felt it deep, man ... his reaction was perhaps best, but no lyrics.

The white opera singer was ok but she was all about voice and not lyrics. The black gal I've run before was all emotion, as Zeppelin intended ... the lyrics weaving a web around her ... she felt the emotion but at the end, was nonplussed by the meaning, whatever that might be. Hers is the version I'm using, the analytical ones not on the shortlist all hovered around the meaning.

One girl latched onto the "in the end, there are two paths, you can always change your path, it's never too late, as Steppenwolf sang."  Ah, but that's the other side's way, and Zeppelin made no secret of the out of control, destructive, do as thou wilt, womanising life, rampaging locusts.

Contrast their reality, their real life behaviour, ever and ever darker, with the pagan idyll behind the lyrics in the box, the peace and love, refugees welcome, tree hugging gaia primary colours, which a Christian might be churlish enough to call a trap for the unwary.  Look at that idyll, and then at real life Zeppelin. Look at the Antifa rhetoric and framing ... and then at their actual behaviour.

Also consider this:

And this:

Or variations on that theme.  That's a very Christian motif, as well as that of any sane thinker who sees what's of value in the world ... and what ultimately lies on no more than the whispering wind, almost dust in the wind. 

There are two paths and which do humans unerringly choose?

Now, technically ... Zeppelin were most talented composers, with Plant's voice an extra instrument, the earlier post and some other reactors pointed out that Plant relied on Jones, who relied on Bonham, with Page controlling the whole. Love em or hate em, they were an amazing band, I was too young to appeciate this ... until a classical musician analysed every part of their composition Kashmir and I saw just how good they were.

Once again, there are two paths ... you can use your talent for good ... or go the other way.

How Are We Going To Know..?

GPs last night threatened to strike...

Ahahahahaha! Good one!

....over a proposed NHS contract they say fails to pay them enough to see patients.

Well, since they haven't fully got back to seeing patients, why should they expect to be paid? 

The doctors’ union claimed the rates on offer do not take account of inflation – and vowed to take industrial action if the Government and NHS England refuse to renegotiate.

They should refuse. Call their bluff. 

The NHS is braced for strikes on four days out of five next week, with nurses, ambulance staff and physiotherapists walking out.

This is a concerted effort by unions to bring down the government. It can't really be anything else, can it? 

I reckon it’ll still be Petrol or Diesel in 2045!

When a politician, or a senior member of that political party, decides on a ‘Long Term Policy’ the first thing which comes to mind is the question; “Has he done his homework?” My white hair and silver beard denote my age, which also goes for the number of politicians, as well as parties, which have crossed my ageing sightlines. And, you’ve guessed it, the number of times that the answer to my original query is “No. He hasn’t even scraped the snow off the ground,” is, well; forever escalating.

For a prime example, a politician who is extremely well known for ‘policy statements’ is the well known serial adulterer, liar, multiple illegal (Lockdown) party-attendee and would-be comedian who goes by the name of Boris Johnson. His Election manifesto was fuelled by a claim that he would be spearheading a major shift in policy, which would ennoble the very weird (but possibly very well-meaning) ideology known as Net Zero by 2050. This strange ideal calls for the United Kingdom to remove, by force if necessary, the sacred cow of burning anything which produces the gas known as Carbon Dioxide. He has expanded upon this ideal by stating that petrol- and diesel-fuelled vehicles will be banned from sale by 2030. 

At the same time as pushing these strange ideals, which will cost British people some £11 trillions to achieve these pie-in-sky ideals, inclusive of banning all gas boilers for heating your home by 2035; he has also pushed the whole idea of Electric Vehicles. Now my own son has an EV, and pretty smart it is. He gets an average of 240 miles-per charge, (a fair bit less during winter, because the battery don’t like the cold). He started of being lyrical about not being a fossil-burner any more, and how cheap it was to charge, and how he didn’t have to pay road tax. As he said these words, some two years ago, I smiled to myself, thinking, again to myself, that he was young, very young in terms of experience, especially when it came to politicians, policies and their promises.

Going back to the liar Boris, his time as Prime Minister, and also to this strange idea that he could turn GB&NI on its head, change the whole industrial lifeline of personal and industrial transportation, just by stating “This is what we’ll do.” Readers will note that No Actual Parliamentary Legislation, to follow up on this crass idea of changing our very way of life by the banning of petrol and diesel vehicles, has ever been even rumoured, not by the Tory party, certainly not by the more level-headed Labour Party; possibly by the Green-ies, but who gives two shits about them. The tiny bunch of loud-mouthed Lords’ members headed by the moronic Lord Deben, (he of the burger being force-fed to his unfortunate daughter at the time of Mad Cow Disease) are always foaming at the mouth about CO2 and all the other superheated bullshit which courses through what passes for their veins, but you don’t find many even moderately aware politicians mentioning the fact that if GB&NI removed all CO2 from our atmosphere, the three largest contributors of CO2, namely China, India and America aren’t doing any nearly as stupid as GB&NI.

Again that question:  “Has he done his homework?” Nope, he didn’t even think about what was needed. There are 37,851 publicly available charge points in the whole of GB&NI. How many are actually needed, to comply with both car, public transport and haulage vehicle needs? Over 400,000. The Government reckons on 300,000 by 2030. I calculate they are running late by around 250,000 just by their numbers, not by actual numbers.

I return to my son, and his precious EV. When he first got it, he was working locally, and never had to worry about charging anywhere else except his home. He had the occasional trip away to the Midlands, and then had a fair stretch working away, and then found out some of the many hiccups when your source of transport depends upon electricity, instead of petrol or diesel. At any time, a third of the chargers are out of service, for a multitude of reasons, one of the main ones being that they all depend on the Internet to be able to charge up. If the ‘App’ doesn’t work, or isn’t compatible with the car, you are just out of luck. Many EV owners are just beginning to realise that they are faced with a whole new set of problems, just because they thought that things would be cheaper by EV.  And then the Ukraine thingy happened, and the cost of electricity rocketed; so what do the people who fit, supply and run the various charging networks do? Their charges rocket as well: so much so that my son reckons it is more expensive now to run an EV than a fossil-burning car! And then the final branch broke, when the Government decided that they were losing too much cash by not charging for Road tax on EVs, and in a year or two’s time, bang goes that saving as well.

As my philosophy has been for the past six-odd decades, never trust what politicians say, only examine what they really achieve.