Showing posts with label Protest. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Protest. Show all posts

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. 

Monday, September 9, 2013

Guide to Being Productive as a Hactivist on Facebook

Make 'agent provocateur' jokes.

If anyone recognises you, claim identity theft, and shout, stop thief!

Between Facebooking: Watching porn.

Feed the ass that law is -carrots- and then see who spots the lack of apples fed to horses.

False-flag conflict-and-tension-stirring need not pass the book, as its already moving.

Initiate class-imitative learning in consumer rational behaviour, so as both sides can interpret but only one another, and thus blame anything but market commerce for one another's humanity (or lack thereof) toward each other.

Engage needless witchhunts teaching moral panic how to react in the event of any science besides than the jobs-for-the-boys, big-budget-sciences, as have already politicians in the pocket for legal backings to fool the masses with.

Complain about the morality of children viewing porn, but don't even look at the science of adults viewing it beforehand.

Make some copyright laws, making some poor peons think about their sofas. Like its some insider joke. Nobody can count all of the money with a counting machine, even, as pervasive, as the internet. What of the pennies that get lost down the back of the couch for example. You see- copyright might be on to something. Roll down a shore?

Leave probabilities and protectionism to the pros. Or was it don't this? Which is more likely a taxation policy? Which is more likely to be Christian? What pressure to relate with the scope to interpret either?

When the poor complain of the inadequacy of exacting an emotive response, to emotional bondage, through emotional blackmail:- wipe their ass with sandpaper, and then ask them to pay up for the DIY costs incuring. But never tell them to whom need be any question -because they are poor- and everyone knows poor people's emotive capacity is biological distinct from rich people's - or was that their taste in music?

In just war, depicted through piety and violence in 'jus ad bellum', as 'warlikeness' only and not 'warfulness', describing war's horrors is always the best card pruddishness has, as a substitute, to avoid discussions of carnal knowledge.

The back of the herd are assuming of those who find time to read ancient things - who's quickest out in front, then - but the choo choo as ran away hasn't but only a fireman to hire to ring the bell and all is well - that's no hurry justified, now, is it - i don't even see any burning of the books, let alone justifications of them, let alone proof of expertise requiring to notice them.

If 'bread on the table' is too far-fetched a value to justify copyright by, then tell them its because the burgers are missing from the buns -that we don't recognise its politics as being as conspicuously lacking -as it is- as cross referenceable -but for mutual exploitation agreements.

Automate a shadow web so as to play everyone's and anyone's imagination versus themselves - thus ensuring all profits can win the race to the printing press and patent office given sufficient spying software.

Only superman can win this game of avoidance of promotional waves of technological propesnity to consume information on a technological sphere nominally determined by faux determinacy - you must watch - the television you are missing besides depends upon it.

The thief mentioned above wasn't the man holding the axe here.

If you don't compete others will - think about it...fundamentally, after discrimination contemplations -at length- bearing models of emancipation of the masses.

Map grammar to AI and stop complaining the gods don't have a voice. design one, and know to whom praise can be made.

Spying on a newsreaders to do list is not fortunetelling or prophecy but that the magic wand of the crystal ball is sooner revealing to the alchemist, who's work is not yet complete, and they won't tell you this. its therefore not their gold outright yet, is it? you can always go back and work for them after your laboratory experiments have shown promise without compromising the alchemist's dream.

Deep throat wants to do Anglo - does he even have a rod for that sort of thing?

NASA is not the governments control room, nor is the military. News rooms are where the information processes, and yet the half of it they don't tell us cannot be beyond their curiosity to, either. no wonder they think themselves so important. they probably are.

Dick and fanny went to the farm that day to see if cock and pussy were there. is this story bordering on innuendo yet?

To build a terminator robot, step one: lynx cans are artificial glands.

If you can't tell green and white issues have taken over from black and white issues, then what was so clear to you in the first place?

By comedians not laughing seeming funnier, what emotive expression was the joke onto to begin?

To a propagandist, everything tastes like chicken. to a realist, every person contains corn - but then that tells you something about the joke mentioned above too. don't ask don't tell; anyone who disagrees is either a liar or a fool; and to a hammer, everything looks like a nail.

Law is not logical these days, as having a gun to your head, even figuratively, never was, but in the show business of live studio performance, where the audience are at home and your family could possibly be your worry, concern, and distraction in oblivion.

State secrets train the audience to witch-hunt, when do we get to see the witches of science and art instead of merely government trained spies?

Maintain intermittently a second coming, or an alien invasion as prophecy, if only for the sakes of variation while AI remains elusive but on the horizon, and God was never not there, if anyone bothered looking.

Making friends with celebrity is one way of maintaining show business throughout the renaissance of the information age. it surely is propping up something of mutual interest.

If Auschwitz were on a motherboard of a grand counting machine that would be the earth, it would be preparing for the day when wanking is made illegal and internet porn records are the papers required to get on the train.

When the Messianic complex gets more messy, its really gets simple. don't forget there's a pilot in the model for a reason. god knows all things and at all times.

The philosophical differences of ethics of revelation in spheres of espionage must be less boring than either instance as item as issue. Can't its study also go on in secret, but to publicise at will?

If its only a toy gun, then why not also only do it on a toy plane?

Given sufficient reading of diverse fields of empirically observable phenomena, its not hard to work out that we are behind schedule, evolving, culturally, to emancipate ourselves; that is, if god has any plan at all, and law need bend to it, to maintain its sovereign claims.

If we don't apply class rights, we cannot complain of class warfare being an elusive thing to bring peace to.

Sunday, March 25, 2012

BBC news: “Protesters were refused permission to appeal”

Anyone can take down any structure...if they just close off a radius of two streets all around it. What is Justice allowed to do that it wouldn't be able to do, only that it also closes off the streets for certain events from time to time? Closing off streets for demolition lately? And, how ought access be treated? Closing them off for conventional evictions? Why ought their Magic Powers to bring the street off to a far distant planet -and then back again- seem like Earthly Justice? We are a species free to roam. We don't like things as require being done behind closed doors, so much as we require that we ought like such things, to so be done. Sometimes. Secretively. A bit of tact. A bit of discretion. But a cloak-and-dagger dawn-raid to oust peace-niks has be viewed differently than already it has been shown to us, yet, thus far. 'Justice is allowed to demolish and evict.' How is it going to do it? “You're allowed to reclaim the hanging apple”, the grim reaper is told...how's he going to do it? What other Powers has Justice? It can throw people from their beds. Hurl them across streets. The human species, preventable in their accessibility range, only, until recently, on this sphere, by such extremities as Everest and Poles, is now to be prevented from entering streets. Already, we have made it to The Moon, sent machines to Mars, unravelled the genome, and, about to unveil Artificial Intelligence, we can't quash a tent village without first closing off a two-street radius? “Don't go into the street: there is a bomb”; 'there's a diversion'; 'there's a riot';...people are camping in tents....? Our safety distance kept; our better direction made; dispersal of number approaching critical mass (whatever secret that test hides); but, don't go into the street – because tis so right what we are about to do...that it might blind you. Eviction has nothing to hide. But, we must do it before we get too much support. Support would only talk us out of wishing to complete the task. To keep back the fans and stalkers of policemen. To keep overeager housewives from joining in the clean-up.

If I can temporarily block off the street, then is it also right that I ought demolish and evict? If I can demolish and evict, then is it also right that I can temporarily block off the street? But what if I can't? What if leaving the street open, the masses would trample such Evictors? Is it, then, Justice as is going to be seen going on? Or is it a side-show of a controlled circumstance, taught only too well by political events, as have trained the masses to fear that Justice might be right in all that it might do to protect our lives from worse threats, seeming? Seeming worse, for the symptoms of not being free reacting in different ways, not being worse for having worse conditions to oppose. And, so we learn such Powers, watching bomb squads, as good men, doing good work. But, are they not themselves doing the damage? Is the fear of our physical safety and survival so great that it blinds us as to who's shafting who, here...to allow such Powers, and, those Powers invoked to protect a purportable Commercial Interest? If I can jump all the way to Mars...you just have to bring me on the side of a space rocket, first, and then land me gently, and I'll jump off the step...am I being Just in my proposition, to fool you, that I can? What am I leaving out of my argument? Does it seem unfinished, somehow?

Something you need close off two streets to perform -that it be done safely- ain't right from all angles. One appeal as ought get proper hearing is that streets be left open while such evictions are forced – so that the court of public opinion can have its permission to appeal in whatever way, naturally, that it might take place. There might be some right, by some order, to evict - but there isn't the balls to it in broad daylight. If it could be done, showing, then, also, the masses, what is Just, then we might believe it. But, showing a duped public, that a specially-identifiable node of a network of a mass of 3000 spores can seem as though like as if it were a head - if you treat it as one...before cutting it off - tis not for the right reasons that they are showing such masses, but concealed and dubious ones. Who knows who's angels don't also fart? Its probably the case that they all can, but just not without first closing off the street! Is street-closing argued when such legal wrangling is going on in open courtrooms? And what event must be its excuse, then? I don't believe that super-hero-magic-power-force thingythat hocus-pocus, witches-spell arguable in a court of law, empowers their such super-hero giant-thingy to do that move. I think that move is swindled.

To bring cameras to a last stand -and to leave the audience out- shows that we care more about our television audience than our public duties; to bring police to a last stand and leave no room for the stand to grow, as it were, naturally, is chicken-shit. Police are there to protect removal by bailiffs - not to stop any protest from swelling naturally for the cameras, if one might have had. When else are the cameras gonna bring all such attention???...But, that natural courses and flows are disallowed, Natural Justice is, surely, also, disallowed. There's a conflict of interest in considering the role of the police - those who are to evict, and, those who would normally be seen to close off streets, and for whatever reason. Were it sufficient that it were so, that those normally seen to close off streets ought be there also, then why doesn't the bomb squad also get drawn in? Something is obvious is left out of the argument. Because I might know how to tear down structures doesn't mean I ought pretend a timewarp in which Law allows me to block streets to do my dirty deeds. I might defy the physical nature of structures all around me, but that doesn't mean that during times of eviction, these are going to be times when I legally have permission to block streets. Being the same force as would normally do such a thing in other circumstances is not good enough. There ought be a clear and explicit reason to employ such force.

And, the arguable reason worth discussing, seemingly, isn't worth discussing in any courtroom as decides that such evictions are so rightful, and, that it will be an end justified by every means employed, and a means justifying all of its ends, if not to say, a well-considered Act. Were they big enough to brave all the elements, including a species free to roam the earth, then perhaps their eviction arguments might properly hold sway upon their Hearing. But, don't look now, I'm taking the Planet Earth to another part of the Universe - and, then just making myself more comfortable, and this for reasons of Health and Safety...implementing a victory won, where good argument is supposedly had - it doesn't cut it, for how a Justice System ought be seen to be doing Justice. Had is what it seems. Don't look now, but I'm refusing Santa Clause and his Elves their way. But, why ought I wish people not look? Its Justice, I am, after all. Tooth Fairies show up to bring support – doesn't mean I'm worried. I, still, am The Law. I, still, am Justice. I'm still Real. Look how Real I am – I'm making a bigger effort now to hide what I told you I shouldn't have to. I only had permission to get rid of Santa's toy factory – I didn't really have permission to get rid of Santa and his Elves. But since the Tooth Fairies showed up – I'm gonna hide them, too – because I say what's Real. I'm Law. Or wait now – I wasn't supposed to be interfering with their right to protest as well, was I? How did I swindle closing the streets from any discussion had in the open courtroom?

Ain't that just the practice that 3000 sites need! Thank you London for showing some scruple. Doubt we know who's being tested though...four months, five – ah sure we don't take that slant. Crap, shoddy, workmanship, them slants. Protest or campaign? We don't like the slant on that issue either. Anti-globalism or anti-capitalism? Nothing to slant nicely about for us here, either. How come they have a slant at all?..Wait now, the Cops have a strategy...and, all the questions from the interviewer...the host...the presenters...are contending issues as would be of interest to...no...nevermind...nothing of any reason to ask. If they didn't spot “against corporate fascism” not being a school of thought which trips off the tongue with any convenience, then why show its inconvenience to anyone's advantage in bringing it attention? I'd just like to see more than one country perform so well in its slant-making – while others' houses of cards are falling down, and their lifeboat of morality is sinking, from their spaceship mother-earth; and, showing just how slippy their own roofs are...for the proper slant, as adjudged, as lets drain off, into the gutter, as best it ought! Ain't it full of the cleanest materials! Don't they just look just so chemically sweet! I wouldn't say 'toxic' about any of them. Urrrgh! Shiver me timbers! Who said that? Banking crisis rhetoric was it? Not our Cops at work, then...Did I also tell you I like the Toe-Nail Fairies. You didn't even know they existed!

The public aren't protected by the barriers. The police are. And the police are supposed to be protecting the bailiffs. But what are the police any good to protect, if they are blocked from anything, themselves, as might do them harm, and thus protected? Bailiffs don't need barriers. They need police to protect them. Police needing barriers! Tis inconvenient their support, morally, in the frame of circumstance in which they are supposed to garner popular support somehow in their civic duty...Exploiting the moment, they block the streets. The moment when things could swell. When cameras would come. Not the moment when bailiffs might be endangered. Not the moment when police might be, either. But, the moment when crowds might gain a critical mass and groundswell event.

What is for testing in all this protest, and, being for the testing of such things...pro-test? We are swindled in a cheat. Our 'anti-test' other half doesn't show its colours. Its governing, but not governing, what purportably is a species as ought think itself whole, were it not able to swindle such cheating games. Tis a species as cannot convene – cannot amass – cannot draw together, such that its behaviours might show what Laws indeed do exist, and perform, so as to show how it is governable – and those ain't the ones written! And, so tis forbidden, by taboo, to come together in such number, except when, maybe, there is some positive focal point of celebration in some festivity or tradition – such as, ordinarily, at a football game. There, though, there's no testing going on in the general character of the herd. The swarm moves as it would be wooed to move. And it behaves. But protest is something different. We become consciously aware that we are a crowd. And an animalistic crowd. We might like scoring goals, but we don't like to be oppressed. The intelligence of such a swarm requires testing so that forms of rule as pretend that our might does not exist, might become wary of such Power, as from time to time, shows that we can oust them. To block the streets off is cheating. The public should decry such behaviour of state to employ police as suppressor of human freedoms, as foul, those acts as are contrary to our human nature, and are out of bounds in the wider game of our human evolution itself; those such bounds, our sphere, on which the species assumed governance of are free, and free to roam whereever they might please, even, and especially, where they be ruled by law.

Taking the planet to a different constellation in order to rule it – doesn't just look tyrannous – and despotic – it also gives opportunity to paint rule that way, too. There's no justification for taking conditions to be framed against a historical backdrop other than where we are celebrated as at the top of our food chain, free and unoppressed on our own sphere, that we be policed so, that way, too. Questions as to the difference relate answers as are fundamental and integral to the occasion to rise to. On this planet the humans are the ones who are challenged only by the terrain and weather getting around. Price ought be our object to get rid of in our freedom of mobility in this century, not our dignity, not higgery-jiggery-pokery arguments of now you see it, now you don't, which event is which, in which Einsteinian frame, in who's courtroom, – out of this universe – claiming to rule the species, but price. It ought be free is our intention to travel, as free is our liberty to make it there, that our language not be made absurd by denying that such intention, collectively, to make it so; copyrighting countries names and charging different rates from drop down menus with PayPal just to cover up freedoms we might have argued nought over, had we been on time with our electronic data. Tis not on the drawing board – something as is a power of State to have to block the streets to carry out evictions, to announce anything new. Streets protect themselves collectively by being streets, not by containing barriers. They are either your streets to throw them out of, or they aren't. Tis foreign you come in, and foreign the aftertaste of the Fascist Corporatism protested against to begin.

You don't turn up out of the blue and say: “but, I thought I might have seen a bomb threat or something that day – so I thought I'd block off the streets.” And, then, think, 'scary events are always in the public's minds– they'll never notice I don't have the Powers...to crush and evict a tent village'. Tis not fear as hides such things best. Tis disproportionate. For tis fear as has been hiding them all along. Its unreasonable and unnecessary to think any other way. That empty void that fear is, its 'nothingness' reveals its lack of power -as by right- and, so, it ought do and behave as it would be seen for all and sundry audiences; anyone who thinks its a head of a worm gathering: once quashed, then the worm faultering in uncertainty and misguidance – don't look now – now you see it – now you don't. Squish! Nothing. No audience. No-one. But tis only a spore same as any other! 3 down 3000 to go! You're only fooling the empty-headed masses. You're not fooling any idea going on within them.

Rat: 'Who saw protests at G8 as a revolt against the empire?'
     Pig: "I thought it was just a disruption: can we start again?"
        Chicken: 'Did you have the score to mark us up next round?'
     Pig: "Sorry, I wasn't looking, is this one a rebellion too?"
Rat: 'Shit – why isn't anyone teaching the army protecting the state against the people?'
     Pig: “If they're gonna bring police – then I'm gonna have an army squadron amongst them, watching, making sure they don't put a foot wrong!”
        Chicken: 'Police watching the army – or army watching the police?'
Rat: “No, silly...Telly crew, with a camera!"

I might rule the streets, but only when they're closed...to others -as might tell others further- that any such thing ought be different in perception as it might be perceiveable. I might show the ad, but only if the screen is made black. And I am Justice. I have nothing to hide.

Saturday, March 17, 2012

Silly Arrests

Regarding some silly arrests on Dame Street, recently, I had thought it was out of the ordinary. Read the roll call of arrests, overall, however, and you see some silly reasons, indeed. No wonder the real demand it creates for information shows us something of a reason for why it ought need be 'newly' demanding - it would never take place openly and accountably!

But, right in front of your eyes, happening, you think you know something of what power we entrust to mere mortals to call justice: - and, then, next moment, your faith in all humanity is threatenable, as you loose sight of hope in state ever carrying that power further, if your own opinion might have anything to do with it...

The first world war was never imagined to be the first, ever; but, only the first the human species experienced as recorded on television. War was never counted before then. And, the widescreen wars neither needing, now, numbers, but only 'moods' as their fashion might, amply dictate.

In terms of mindset, though, desert landscape is to civilised urbanum what difference -to the latter- the virtual realm, need ought have it be, to have us think it be different, sufficiently, to count as necessarily so different.

Similarly, we never counted arrests before now. It was always entrusted in their power, as an ignorance we could yet afford to suppress the demand for as information on state. But, like war can change its colours to change seemingly its causes too, we cannot know how much longer we might be satisfied with this seeming new transparency.

A sphere of fig leaves covered a corner in Dame Street that night.