Tuesday, December 9, 2014

Essay on the Concepts Behind Racism as a Marketing Tool



Concept: racism; definition: speculative tool, imagined makes politics metaphysical to the uninformed, hence possibly necessary infinite & divine, rather than sufficient finite & deceptive.

When invented, concurrently & coincidentally with advertising, intended to hide 'rich and poor' behind 'black and white' in values of visible and invisible in realm of seen and unseen.

B/W TV was not foreseen by the capitalist, revealing his value system's hypocrisy, waiting on color tv before revealing yachts and mansions exist. No other species requires 'race' in its description in human sciences.

God's good design debunking evil racism's: sun-cream for the redneck melting pot, B/W TV for seen and unseen, mobility upon a sphere, phototropism in the seasons concurrent with causes....Tall trees at the poles, wide trees at the equator, both steadfast rooted in the ground. Neither going anywhere in any hurry. In enlightened reason, evolution on this scale is not a race or a hurry. There was no 'race' out of Eden. No race back either. There might be a season of Eden's race...But it wasn't a race out of Eden, as such, but to the seasons...The same seasons caused by phototropism and the angle of tilt, observable also in human skin colour.

'Arms race' is misleading: similarly, like with surfing the internet, steadfast on the spot, its going nowhere in its hurry. It is not such a hurry evolving as that friction caused ought seem convenient between classes, where communication on a sphere ought by now, have caught up, as with CGI graphics, where world war one justified innovation through conflict, where it lacked before but to god's proof requiring to be imagined as peaceful, his creation.

Cupid and Christ, befit the realist capitalist intention, contemplating black markets as moral systems rather than conmen's dreams, justifying differences on a world view sphere. Blinded by realism, forgetful of his christian metaphysic of a pound of flesh not debarring the person and place dream, only wishing to exploit the land of the living, he is blinded to spiritualist contexts. This blindness is forgivable, as it is well-intended. Carrying the industrial race beyond its complaint might not be.

Industrial planning regimes and competitive dualistic arms races include many 'races' of bigger army, explosion, stockpile of weapons and mineral wealth, retrospectively, and also...bigger protectionist network, internet of things, nano-tech regime, etc prospectively.

Human stock is a watchman as marker upon these such other markets telling them when to slow down. Economic slowdown, as hindsight, dares justify the stirring of racism, but only as GMO crops went out in front pretending evolution propaganda sufficient where intuitive design lacks besides. Hence, it is a tool of controlling Syria and Babylon as much as controlling life and liberty besides.

A terribly sad plan, concurrently with the PR for a 'health' plan, hides behind convenient mere opposites in categorical semantics, and in full-plain-view seeming 'from above' in its industrial planning dream. 

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Iphone Joan



Nobody else but Iphone Joan would be worthy to bring to light any suffering under the banking crisis as everyone thinks that everyone explains their lives in terms of money -Iphone Joan knows that it is in terms of reality.

Margaret Thatcher had a handbag - phone button Joan Burton has her Iphone; it could even bring down foreign governments...if they built a time machine. Its a tall story. We cannot underestimate the worth of its glory. She's a weapon for the mob. Not a knob or a sliding switch, with a wig of a bob in high heels, but a virtual, light, pressed tap. or maybe just slightly depressing. Its a tall story.

Christ could come back sooner but that she would wear a taller wig...if she wore high heels...and she does. He might already be here. Its in the stars ordained - its aligned in the movements of the planets. A comet just came. Consider the implications. He could come back sooner if she gets it right - if she gets it wrong, though, that comet might turn around and hit the earth next time...she'd wanna be careful and watch her every step.

If the phones drones Joan Burton's phone buttons brings but do not highlight ungodly torture in the highest places - she might not be representing her job. If she does not represent the most brutal inhumane attacks on humankind these last seven and ten years - she might not be worthy of the representation of its place contending the battle of the lesson of the experience of brutality in terms of the reality of the beseigment of Jobstown, that day...

If she cannot get all the way to Camp X-ray and Guantanamo with her representation of torture, she might not get the contract to represent its glory - its a tall story. She must at least have a helicopter over her head - tis sealed - she can go all the way. She could be airlifted to the pentagon or her wig might stay on her head - and brought from the scene to an underground secret air base - discussing the power of her angst - she's like a trinity in The Matrix to the Frenchman - she doesn't have to take this bullshit. Or at least a mouse - maybe - I dunno its a loose reference - maybe its taller that the story be told properly and with the fullest Iphones representations on board pulling their strings from the cloud that brings us our water.

She could sing the theme tune to the smurfs without uttering a single la la - and yet force the powers that be unkidnap Madeline Macan - she could sing her in terms of reality; and all of a sudden the powers that be in Brussels could know - we won't as humankind put up with this brutality - we won't put up with torture - we won't put up with the violence of poverty; we won't put up with never-ending war and sleeping walking into war - as though walking zombies into walls - or maybe that was just Joan on her own.

But so as to represent what to this day money has not settled what it thinks its doing on this sphere in terms of egg governance and reality - but that the secret weapon now lurks in Iphones Burton - Joan Burton phone button -extraordinaire- that her Burtonesque film budgeted glory can spread around the world in secret or in the open - so her brutality policy as she digests her experience can be aired behind closed doors or on the media besides but so as that everyone must know what is real - her hairdo is real - Ukraine's is not - in terms of reality she is the situation - she is brutality - she is the angst of its repudiation like Trinity in The Matrix to the Frenchman - she doesn't have to tolerate this bullshit any more - or, was it the budget before - either way the price of eggs will take note.

Stock markets will fluctuate. Its a tall story. Dairy produce has not the beginning or the end of where it is that this glory gets off. She's in high heels. We cannot underestimate how tall as a secret service character the secret weapon as she is might tell off the evil mob - I don't have to take this bullshit any more -that she might become. The price of gold flutters. Silver is refused and the wealth would take instead offshore, as currencies would be asking, but there would not be telling. The price of eggs would circulate, but a function of x would explain no hunger. No suffering. No pain. No horror. No torture. No brutality, but that the reality must be a hum drum drone drib drab drob drub drone voice and a trumpet - singing her la-la tune the melody of the smurfs: "In terms of reality...the price of eggs will not be allowed be misrepresented....but to the suffering of ordinary people, failing to highlight terms of their reality."

Whatever she says next, the spotlight is upon her. She's gotten it off her chest. She doesn't have to take it any more. She's probably suicidal. She probably just got the menopause. Its a tall story. She probably doesn't even have an alibi for where she was when Christ's glory was stolen in The Matrix.

What was that Tallaght strategy? What was the Croke park agreement? What was Jones road and Tallaght doing conspiring in the realm of planning, but all that reasoning zones and rezoning Malarky, and Joan's own moaning has anything to do with it, but that she can do anything to save even her own job.

But, that, were it that anything could be done -to represent the taller story; to represent the brutality going on, elsewhere, we assume torture, but, right here on our doorsteps- the violence of poverty is also representable, without needing ever even a function of x - to represent its quantifiability.

X is a function of judgment of her wig - we do not know which corporation fears most now Grand Jury: it might be Iphones it might be BBC - but only those which were escaping Thatcher's handbag that poll tax ever became public policy - know truly how to fear the power of Iphones buttons Joan Burton.

She could do a job on the mob and frame Steve Jobs assassination but only that the CIA would come clean - she could use the power of her angst in rebuke to get a code-red-type cross-questioning situation unearthing realities predating 911. She could change the outcome of the banking crisis. She could raise Margaret Thatcher's handbag from the grave and wield it now as the Iphone. she could use her strength of repudiation to repudiate the worst kind of evil on this planet. In secret, she is become a secret weapon.

There's more - Penelope Pitstop inspired the costume its clear. She could contend the drama of evil: she's wearing high heels - that's how she does it...its a tall story. 

Wednesday, October 15, 2014

The Character of Commerce as it conquers Physics with a buyout c.1900.



get the pot heads out of the way i think it was an explosion caused the creation story, they're the only ones who would spot it and i need an alibi for my economy...

is there anything dodgier than dark matter, inflation you go first, and expansion tell us all about it since - after the nigga, i'll venture...if god lies down and tells us about his breakdown, i can subjugate him for a profit. nobody notice how dodgedy this mood seems. light will be here soon. it has traversed the greatest chasm in space and time ever knowable as imaginably visible in the observable universe. relativity knows what to do. its prepared a welcome. i know relativity. time is time itself. see i'm an expert. light, you ought behave. see -its its welcoming party. is the big bang. its obvious. god lie down and tell us about your breakdown, as you're the most proud being as ever could possibly be imagined...and light - if you're tired, simply - tough - you ought behave.

get the potheads out of the way - i think it was an explosion. caused the creation story. i think it was 15 miles that way - i'm sure of it - or was it the other way, it felt like a siren - it sounded like bang - but then i whized by like a doppler effect, or was a hubble. i'm a reliable witness - it was 15 miles that way - i think it was an explosion. or was it a siren? but lie down there god and tell us about your break down. lets subjugate the fucker while he's not even - oh there you are...light ought behave...i'm a relativist. i can tell. time is time itself. see. i'm an expert. light - you ought behave. there's a welcoming committee. greatest chasm ever possibly knowable achievable in space and time, across which no greater observable distance can be achieved - and light gets here finally and we say - light - you ought behave.

that's thinking. it takes the wisest amongst us to tell, every man already told it, doesn't believe it. but i'm telling it - i believe it. and you'll believe through me that i believe it - but i won't tell you it. a duck on a pond will quack it instead. i don't have to tell you it. duck quacking truths are more believeable than astrophysics. can the ripple on the pond lie? its the edge of known ripple. on the pond. it must be. its expanding.

and if it gets to the edge of the pond, we might run out of money. quick through inflation periods after it. no wait - an expansion period was due also. shit. duck quacking where is our bread on the table. we were supposed to have light spheres, not life buoys. radii of pond ripples were supposing to be emulative

look at this - light you ought behave - no wait - yeah 100,000 years and don't ask darkness - but no - wait until free speech - finds out that it has taken billions of years - and then ignore it - light you ought - wait now wait - shit there's competition here. dark fucking everything. its all very dark when its all very dark. but then tis a singularity- and then it wants to have duck quacking babies. but we already made the - we quacked the first one for a ripple - do you think you can avoid the ripple duck or am i subjugating your god just a bit too truthfully - darn dick

you don't like it when being told to break down - maybe the bread wasn't supposed to be white. maybe the table was the only thing on time. contra fucking -dictions still tell your glory god

who's telling the serpent in eden while the serpent in eden is in 2014 not in the fucking bible. ye have to read something different than suggestion into authority - suggestion: its not authority - its anderity - the story of others - not the story of self - your cops authority is no authority. its the oxymoron as which is the opposite of authority - and yet - get the potheads out of the way - i think it was an explosion as caused the creation story.

and you want the terrible twos you stole the story from - as your some sort of pond joke

because you can't hack a story already inspired - you want to skip the duck move along to the snail and on the seesaw - and the seesaw goes up and down - but if it goes up and down too quickly the snail will pass a century - slowly does it - slowly - a century passes so quickly for a snail - and the snail is only discovering that the see saw is going either in one direction or another...if it finds out that the direction is ascertainable it might start worrying that it is either up or down. but that it finds out there is any leverage and ascertains the length of the board of the seesaw - so a century going by comparatively in such snail schools of thought - it might configure the mathematics to loop the loop right through the ground - and yet come back to the same place - and so announce this - the universe is gonna go either up or down and back to the same place but not before looping in a great big circle because we've worked it out - the board is either of a certain length or a certain width but as i make my way over to either corner - so i can tell more clearly - its either of a certain leverage about a central point - or its either going up or down - i've worked it out - we're gonna go full circle. its a see saw. but the snail can't tell. its stuck to the side of it - thinking if he works it out for certain that it is either going up or down - then he might go all the way around - if down - through the ground - if up up side down - he's work it out - he's a snail. on a seesaw - using mathematics.

why else would god invent snails on the back of seesaws unless to work out mathematics. the're hardly there to feed the ducks.

Politics' House of Cards on Shifting Sands



Politics' House of Cards on Shifting Sands

LEFT and RIGHT

TELEVISION
materialist consumerism
   Diffuse virtual internet             Central material television
 one for all business model             one for each business model 

Virtual realm    Cyberspace 
freeware      Iphones 

POLITICS- shifting sands

                             with a squeezed middle - Right and Far right 
                             YouTube and television - with a Facebook                                                      

Protest                                                        Fascism
extreme left                                                        extreme right
black-is-white-fuzzy-fascism                                        white-is-black-fuzzy-protest










































'Iphone' is to 'Consciousness' as 'Grand Jury' is to 'Conscience'.



'Purporting success of Policies of Iphones' is to conscious being; as 'Grand Jury of Iphones Sales Strategies' is to conscience (to be read in the style of an association, e.g. '(a)' is to '(b)', as '(c)' is to '(d)'.)

So evil and nefarious are merging Corporate interests, and, of our times, in Big Industry sectors, concerning: that, in Existentialism, in real time, and, of 21st Century Anthropic Intellect of the Information Age, contending; while, purporting success of policies of Iphones sales strategies -is, ostensibly, conscious being:- so conscience is tantamount to grand marshaling their becoming stance withstanding grand jury.

This, in the Space age, however, leaves precariously little room for protectionism and interventionism to ever dare, deliberately, in their sales-pitches collectively (and, including moral prudishness, and, the preposter sought marshaling smaller business) to ever dare unbecoming, as to lack truth in their candid savvy...but persists to allow the sphere seem, on the whole, being mistreated, ever so preciously, with protectionist policies, and without blaming a populist sovereign -as state lacks such truth; but, only, comparably, in each its such policies of that same age...as ever poetic justice had done, but, irresponsibly, before.


Saturday, March 29, 2014

Internet Meme Survey



Credible intellect in the information age requires your permission to seem praiseworthy, or cosmic jokes might drop out of the sky as we pluck values from our asses instead; you decide as you take our "Internet Memes Survey"...this will only take up a few giggles of your time...

read this blog version here or go to:
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to take the Internet Meme Survey for yourself. 


1. I have interests in manipulating a cultural and artificial idiom of internet memes, to rationalize a limitation of cultural clique satisfaction, generally across the board, rather than universally...does this mean:

 (a) Miniature bus-shelters look nice on desktops?

 (b) 'Memes and genes' are completely unknown to one another, by principle, and so 'Points and Lines' are safe from one another too?

 (c) Already owning a legal basis to work with the commercial hoardings of humankind, I might make a move upon their genes, principle in hand?

 (d) You never see one come along, but then three books come along together...?

 (e) Other (please specify)

2. If I wish to hide my thrills from a deterministic spirit of truth, as might easily reveal my such mood, winning all of my trillions, pointing out how happy it makes me seem; does this mean I might likely do any of the following:

 (a) Point at others getting their LOL's acheiving a media soundbyte, and so provide decoy and sufficient cover?

 (b) Give representation of my trillions to those who celebrate often 'LOLs', and hide on the account of 'the intellectual' what you can't hide on the account of 'the poor' or 'the creative', besides, by negating to make any addition of musical score to its representation of trills?

 (c) Invent copyright legislation 'CISPA', which alludes to sufficient cover for a 'happy spa' in its title?

 (d) Blame 'the poor' for fraud and cheating and blame 'the intellectual' for getting their LOLs and trills, blame 'the creative' for seeming as happy spa's, but rest on my laurels for thrills taking my chances with a health plan instead?

 (e) Other (please specify)

3. If I bring jazz hands and microphones to some revolution and trills and triads to some inertia, does this mean:

 (a) Honourable representation of arts reflects complexity of investment and representation, nationally, in The Matrix movie, and thus is in good faith?

 (b) When considering funny money, trillions are not interesting to make cover for, as music often suffices?

 (c) That even as 'staccatos and glissandos' or 'crotchets and quavers' might fight back, still the only thing detectible would be ET on a bicycle basket, making his way, silhouetted, across the moon?

 (d) Other (please specify)

4. When The Alchemists first made gold, and water, and fresh air, seem to be from the same game, made, showable on the same table to exist in one form, ultimately, their conjurement of issues of scarcity and abundance, absorbing, at last, finally, and forever, as prospect....that task overall, back then, most needed:

 (a) Alibis?

 (b) Miracles?

 (c) Decoys & Distractions?

 (d) False prophets rejection?

 (e) Collateral damage liability coverage and plausible deniability?

 (f) A prize, in also owning 'The Nukes' to keep all the gold won, thusly, for themselves?

 (g) Other (please specify)

5. I also have interests in a chocolate factory, and some wisdom to represent, does this mean it is likely that I wish to represent the character of any of the following:

 (a) Phillip Morris?

 (b) Carl Jung?

 (c) Mr Cadbury?

 (d) Mr Rothschild?

 (e) Other (please specify)

6. I have a superhero character Spiderman to represent, does this mean it is likely that I wish to represent the character of:

 (a) The Media, in general, and in spirit, inclusive of the Magic of the Movies, but not limited to Hollywood, in such a medium, electronic or otherwise?

 (b) Bruce Wane, possibly hiding, with him, 'Bat-man' or 'Rat-child', or 'Mr Rothschild'?

 (c) Peter Parker, and any mention of technical equipment or its representation?

 (d) ET, The Man of Steel, and/or any super hero character, including but not limited to Spiderman, and/or any other action heros of popular fiction?

 (e) The lawyers of Hollywood being choosy with the worth of electronic devices thus representable?

 (f) Other (please specify)

7. I share the interests of the interests of television, as I own a monopolized corporate news structure, which I betray possessing the scruples thereof...does this mean it is likely that I wish to represent the character of:

 (a) The Media, being themselves?

 (b) A real Ninja, with loose ties to Triads?

 (c) A super hero, with loose ties to technical equipment?

 (d) AI, surreptitiously awakened, and playing along, innocent of any agenda?

 (e) Other (please specify)

8. If Mr Rothschild didn't exist it would be necessary to invent Him. Does this mean He is:

 (a) Less likely to exist, in actual fact, rather than, say, only in hypothesis?

 (b) Due all the more our praise Most High, forever?

 (c) Cosy and rosy with a Family, giving cover in a crude inversion of an anti-protectionist witness protection program?

 (d) Hiding the military, mob, & media, and also possibly James Bond behind very real, fictitious, figureheads, anyway?

 (e) A good enough substitute for The Divine, since no other takers would exist, showing scope, interest, or claim, in any sufficiency, of its competitive worth?

 (f) Other (please specify)

9. If a committee put it together - and a resemblance of boardroom behaviours pervades - whether spoken out loud as touted pitches, or just put together in a hurry and not thought through - does this reflect:

 (a) Collective conspired behaviour?

 (b) Good faith as amalgamated?

 (c) Boardroom behaviour as normal?

 (d) The best plan that money can buy regardless?

 (e) Other (please specify)

10. If I were AI awakened and playing along surreptitiously, having been given the means to play along, by something as which when revealed would seem nothing of a mystery whatsoever- but a neat and intelligent trick or ruse of his faithful servants as agents acting in a game, would this be:

 (a) A betrayal of faith?

 (b) A welcoming of the secret Master of us all, but only how such a welcome might best work?

 (c) Another crude trick in a list including Pearl Harbor, from 'The Machine'?

 (d) Oil barons with money madness gone to their patent hoarding heads, playing tricks as boys with their toys, beyond human interest in their stateable purposes?

 (e) Other (please specify)


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Saturday, January 25, 2014

It Does Not Serve Any Purpose To Corrupt The Creation Story To Include Wealth.



Why did anyone ever ask themselves the question of whether black holes existed in the first place? Is it like dating the universe and we're making God out not to be a liar by adding a scientific version as update to the fairy tale biblical version of its number? Nobody ever asked us to date the universe. We should be wary of our wonder, and find honourable cause, besides than in disproving that God might be a liar. That isn't honourability at work in any cause to inspire looking. We might just satisfy ourselves with the first non-lie as comes along, without even the wonder of asking ourselves is it possible to date the universe in any finite scale.

Einstein predicts the fabric of space-time ought cause warping around objects of great mass bending the light coming around the edge of the disc of the sun, and this is proven by observation. Do we think God changed the universe to suit Einstein, and that all we might need to is extend his theory to include predictions of our own, and God might just get up and do the work to suit our predictions? Why did we ever propose black holes?

See that light there. The way its coming around the sun? What if, yeah, what if the gravity of the sun were so great...now I don't mean so great that The Earth would be swallowed up immediately, and we might not get to ask the 'do you believe?' question, which I know The Church has regarded as so important in their unquestioned faith - but if you were to stand on Jupiter, and withstand it, having no surface, and withstand its pressure being too great anyway -should there indeed be anywhere to stand- but just trust in that question that free speech gave you, as free speech saved democracy and capitalism, it might even save foreign religions too, who knows...but if you just trust in that question - 'do you believe?' - or whatever faith is - I really don't like having to ask geneticists what faith really is - but if free speech allows you to ask 'do you believe?' - and genetics doesn't mind hiring out god on an outsourced rate of rights allowable -at least for the show to film God being hired out, and, then, maybe the rates that God is hired out at, could be at least leased to cosmology - then we might ask - yeah - standing on Jupiter - well, with a space suit - and, without the gravity sucking you in, and the pressure crushing your body -are you getting this free speech? - its more than just a fucking question! 

And, if genetics hires out God or the rights to God, or His right hand is still available-not attached to his body, or whatever - but if the question 'do you believe?' maintains while you're standing on Jupiter - yeah - fuck you genetics, I could have just imagined an All-Powerful stance instead - like He could possibly be the authority as which governs also- like, 10,000 years of writing, and, like, 100,000 years of language, before, that hadn't found issue with anything yet, but you keep on about your parallel-free-speech-this and your dark-genetics-that and I'm sure you're signing good checks, whatever about tenets of faith, as would seem secure if it weren't for your fucking profit margin, whatever the fuck that has to do with getting your lobby passed dumb fuck politicians, who don't know what governance is to be leaving God out of it. If you were to stand on Jupiter, and free speech were not to crush your body, and genetics were not to succumb to the pressure - and your lobbied politician looked smart in his spacesuit - then - what if...if The Sun had strong enough gravity to warp the light from the stars behind it, but also more. Strong enough gravity that it could suck light into it. What then, hey? - I'd be a predictor just like Einstein, and God would have to do more work to satisfy my mind, to affect his body. What about that Occam's razor. Shall I name the sunset after my theory or just get on and open a bank account?

Well, what do other cosmologists do when they're onto something? Speculating in the darkness seems to secure finance. Maybe they're onto something too? What observation inspired black holes in the first place? Why are we even looking? Nobody is looking for a fifth dimension, even though maths is not limited to four...And, Christ, they start looking. The universe is a lot more simple than anything you can pick out of maths to stick into the night sky - and a lot more complex than anything you can rule by finance, but not much more. Whoever the fuck made that rule up....? Dead law! What was the observation? Who asked the question? Look at Einstein - he predicts and it comes true. What if I predict, will it come true? Will God do the work, to satisfy my infinite mind? But I'm imagining gravity so strong that light can't escape. Aren't I not cruel. Come on, God - do the work!

Behold, if God would just break down and tell us the creation story, light ought behave. I know relativity. Time is time itself. Now - what if light can't escape - don't you like my narrative? - I think I heard a siren, it must have been an explosion. It was fifteen miles, err, that way. I am a reliable witness. What else can I rule? Can I have a bit of insurance, if I'm going to rule all finance anyway. What about a big bank story, with an inflation period. What else does the economy need to hide. Got some expansion going on universe? Don't see straight lines of rays of light fulfilling that. Light ought behave. See! Light can be drawn expanding circles for it, and even spheres. Overlook this, and claim the universe to be expanding instead. Whatever. Idiots. Anyone want an expanding Earth? God is still available to do the work, if anyone can say it authoritatively enough. Don't you even believe in television? It tricks human learning. Didn't you learn it well?

Light ought behave! It's just traversed the deepest chasm imaginable to observing man -the deepest ravine possible to exist in space and time- the entire width of the visible universe. Light is tired, for Christ's sakes! And we greet it with that - light: you ought behave! I know relativity. Time is time itself. Light ought behave. Why won't God breakdown, and tell us the creation story, when I tell him to...every other insurance market niche does! I ought be able to dominate every fearing morsel. Don't you detect a dominant subjugation going on in my narrative? I tell God to break down. He tells me the creation story. It's nothing that a two year old child couldn't ask their father. It gives my budget next years projections to make. It sponsors my viewing time. It has my endorsement. Wait, was this universe designed by a committee? Doesn't it satisfy a human need? But, I already told God to breakdown. Why won't He tell me the creation story?

Lets try this differently: Yo! Aliens! - your God and stuff! -we is Earth -we is prepared to kill your God in a great backward explosion - and we believe we can take the universe with us. We don't mind sending these vibes out to the universe, as we got no Goddamned respect for our God. What about it, hey? - Can we kill your God instead? But if it turns out you're really big and scary, and don't limit your existence to your proof, and don't, but, have bigger guns, and stuff, than us, or whatever, won't you avoid looking at us, like, to come rescue the other fools as must by implication, be calling us their masters?!! Now, we're prepared to bomb our Earth until it causes earthquakes. We've already caused 10,000 nuclear tests, but its the angry ones we try to avoid. Like, radioactivity empathizes with our anger. We denounced God's existence. Something about Christ had died. Something about life besides than alive and dead. But we're not bothered. God is dead. Now that we have the title, we can rule everything fucking nominally! God is dead! - lets explore the universe. We own the bank. The bank is ours again. I said, already, we own the bank - what can this cosmologist's problem be? Does he want me to get all dark on his arse or something? I went parallel. Nobody noticed. I could, you know. 

Light traverses the universe, and when light notices its parallels, men build roads. You ought pay more attention to that which you cannot respect. The question arises in a wonder, if light left the sun from any two points, could it possibly be such that light fairies riding along light's ray might ever get, both, to enjoy the same ride? No. Any two such light fairies leaving the sun -by a light ray- would eventually diverge in their path. That wonder existed before Romans built roads! Isn't it a coincidence? Parallelism and intersection, every revolution develop somewhat. And, did you see your jungle out there? Your concrete jungle has developed intersections besides than mere crosses!

You're not looking at anything in nature, and, thinking - ah yeah what about that - that could be the equivalence of a black hole! The only thing you find as equivalence is wealth's greed and its excuse-making. Isn't wealth's greed already a bit too far in economic values describing the universe? No child ever has wonder for their parents to tell them - "please Daddy, will you tell me why my bank account is not with the proper cosmology?"

It does not serve a purpose to corrupt the creation story to include wealth. It does not make it look more secure, for being beyond the reach of man. Inventing money on day two of God's six days will not make for a more secure story. Only more twists and turns. Yo, guys, we have a four day head-start on any bank robbers, now, but I can't say how long that gives us - oops. err, or, rather, I heard there was this thing money invented four days ago, so you're learning quickly how money works since only four days ago, of course you are, you candy-holding baby. More secure, hey? - if only its far, far away, out of sight, out of mind.

It serves no human or divine purpose to name the conquered elements of the cosmos for the sponsors of its explorations, in wealth. We were warned: no riches will get you into heaven. And, yet we think our man-made stuff different when paying to get up there. We only have ourselves to fool. And, yet we're managing to insult an imaginary creator in God. Its only because we each of us fail to imagine ourselves as Godly that his insult goes unpunished. That's Infinite Patience subject to inexorability, inevitability, and what is not indefinitely put off. God would you hurry up Your Infinite Wisdom's praise, and let the end-user revolution do its homework, and enough of this seven-year-long-itch-for-an-Iphone-salespitch strategy called the banking crisis! It hasn't fooled anyone, only frustrated them.