Monday 30 April 2018

You Can Always Judge a Man By The Quality of His Enemies...


Final Tally :
[ N.B - Plots & Stories in some way involving Nazis, Neo-Nazis, Hitler or Pre-Hitlerian Germanic Culture or Philosophy are marked with a ( • ) ]

7D : Time & The Rani

One of The Gods 
(Old University Friend - "The Reigning Queen"
[..of What"?, The Bat-People...? of  Molecular Biology ? Eye-Shadow ? **** ]

Some Conflicted, yet Servile Bat-People
Wasps
Strange Matter

TRAUMA

Bad Milk

Hypopressleyma.
[ "Elvis Ist Tot." ]

7E :
Richard Briers w. Hitler Mustache Made of Carpet •
Some mad hoovers
A Brain in a Jar w.neon lights attached
[ Might Be Hitler's Brain • ]

Social Apathy 
(+ Distorted Male Ego/Machismo )
[ See : Rambo Movies (Too Many of) ]

7F :
The Space IRA 

[ Honorary • Due to mention of SpaceWar SpaceCrimes SpaceCourt (SpaceTruth + SpaceReconciliation SpaceTribunal would probably be closer to the reality, but that hadn't yet been invented). In Space. ]

7G :
Space-Hess •
The Adult World
The Set-Design

7H :
Genocidal Little Green Blobs in Bonded Polycarbide Armour w.Death Ray • ( x 7 (?))
Genocidal Bionic Blobs w. Bits Attached in Bonded Polycarbide Armour w.Death Ray • ( x 4000 (?))
"A Bloody Great Big Gun on a Chasis!" •
[ Ben Aaronovich quote circa. 1993 * ]
Battle Computer w.Little Girl Lightning-Fingers •

[ The Nazis experiented on prisoners to advance things like aviation medicine and supply skillsets they did not possess, so • ]

Davros •
The Military Mind •
East-End Black Shirts •
UNIVERSAL ARMAGEDDON
[ "Time War" ]

7L :
Thatcherism
The Nuclear Family
Prozac

Œdipal Hetropatriarchy
[ at least, I think so... ] 
[ JNT was on some really powerful Hawiian Shirts around that time... ]

7K :
Cyber-Warships. Thousands of Them.
[ They were invisible ]

"Zee Giants" - Cybermen ( x15) •
"Zee Supa-Menn" Neo-Nazis w. Uzis • (x15)
[ They are packing ISRAELI Sub-Machine Guns..? ]
"Zee Untermenschen" -An Illiterate Peasant and An Insane Primitive Female, a "Woman Who is Almost Less Than Human" *** w. Poisoned Gold Arrows + Black Magicks •

Kali-Ma / Nemesis

Bad Ideology •

FATE

UNIVERSAL ARMAGEDDON
[ "Time War" ]

Richard Wagner •

7J :
The Gods of Ragnarok •
FATE

7N :
The Future
A Witch from The Future w. an Œdipal Nightmare of a Son and Grudge that hasn't happened yet **
An Army of Interdimensional Flying Knights w. Ray-Guns (x.10)

Thanatophobia

GLOBAL THERMONUCLEAR ARMAGEDDON
[ "Death Gone Mad" ]

Female Liberation + The Attack on The Patriarchal Nuclear Family + The Crisis of The Male Ego in The Latter Half of The Twentieth Century
[ "She Vanquished Me" {and I suspect you let her} / "Just call me The Latest One - and I can fetch my own blanket" { Meanwhile, you're just standing there catching pnemonia until I suggested it to you } /  "I'll Cook Supper." { Nothing Wrong w.That - In Moderation.} ]

7M :
The Past
The Future
An Army of Aquatic Psychic Mutant Vampires from The Future (x 30+ (and growing))
An Evil Since The Dawn of Time •
FATE

Nietchze •
[ "Neitchze states... " ]

David Irving's "Dresden" •

Whitehall
Winston Churchill •
The Admiralty [see above] •

War
Not-The-Soviets [ see above ] •
Oligarchism [ see above ] •

Destiny •
Teenage Psychology
Me.

7Q :
An Angel
The Past
Me.

The Criminal House of Saxxe-Coeberg Göthe
[ aka - The House That Jack (The Ripper) Built, Gwefth or "Windsor" ]

Darwinism
[ Social- and Biological Determinist- ]

The Enlightenment
[ so-called ]

7P :
One of The Gods 
[ My Best Enemy ]
Change
Social Darwinism

FATE

8A :
One of The [Dead] Gods 
[ My Best Enemy, clawing his way back up from The Underworld ]

FATE



FOOTNOTES : 

* Full quote (it's a commentary on the hypocrisy of Race Theory and Wartime Expediency :

" The Special Weapons Dalek isn't a Dalek, it's a Bloody Great Big Gun on a a Chasis! "

N.B. - In the novelisation, other (Imperial) Daleks refer to the Special Weapons Dalek (between themselves) as "The Abomination", and are symltaneously  revolted by it, enraged by it and petrifoed of it - it has a specially-bred mutant operator inside it's shell, driven mad by it's twisted chromosomes and the radition backwash every time it fires it's main weapon that is gradually rendering it more and more insane, unstable and  uncontrollable.

Many young men are like this - it may be an evolutionary adjustment for the medical conquest of syphillis [ See Mein Kampf, and the lives of Frederick Neitchze and Randolph Churchill ]


** —There is absolutely no basis, not even within the terms of Nazi-Aryan Race Theory for him to claim this about her, other than the fact that she is from The Past (which doesn't make her "almost less than human") and is opposed to both The Neo-Nazis and The Cybermen and she's managed to piss off both of them - especially as she has Red Hair.

Which Karl's Race Science should tell him is an indicator of Nobility, Strength and Blood Lineage to Royalty and Great Aryan Warriors [ i.e. - Red Hair is "better" (QuoteUnQuote) than blonde - it's more Aryan  (it's actually more Neanderthal, but he didn't know that, nobody in 1988 knew that - so see 7P and 7Q above)

So, they're not even competent (or ideologically committed) Neo-Nazi's - See  * Ben Arronovich  quote above

*** Originating from (technically) The Future of Another Dimension, a New Galaxy (Intergalactic Planety-areeee)
Another Dimension
AnotherDimension
'nuther-Dimension -

She's from The Future.

**** "The Reigning Queen of Shoulder Pads". Nailed it. 

Pretentious is The Word

Sunday 29 April 2018

Proper Nomenclature - The Men Who Make People Better



" Each Life creates The Next - no wonder Time Lords and Buddhists get on so well. " 

- The Chorister

"The Old Man must die;
and The New Man Will Discover,
to his inexpressible joy,
that He has never existed...!"

- Buddhist/Time Lord Aphorism
K'Ampo Rimpoche

"This is above all Strangeness..."
" This Doctor keeps cropping up all over the place. 

Political diaries, conspiracy theories, even ghost stories. No first name, no last name, just The Doctor. 

Always The Doctor. 

And the title seems to have been passed down from Father to Son. 

It appears to be an inheritance.... "

- Clive Finch, 2005



Old Grandfather


The Cosmic Hobo


The Established Dandy

The Exception That is The Rule

The Chorister

The Colourful Jester

Time's Champion

Life's Champion

Intermezzo

"You were The Doctor on The Day it Was Impossible to Be The Doctor"

The Designated Survivor

Perfect 10
( The Life So Nice, I Lived it Twice )

The Chin

Dr. Disco - The Wait of The Whirled


The Wait of The Whirled: 
Sontarans! Perverting the Course of Human History! 

I Don't Want to Go. 

When The Doctor, When The Doctor Was Me. 

When The Doctor Was Me. 

It's starting. 
I'm regenerating. 

No! No! No! No! No! No! 

(The Regeneration stops, and The TARDIS has materialised.


The Wait of The Whirled: 
Where have you taken me? 
If you're trying to make a point, I'm not listening. 

I Don't Want to Change Again. 

Never Again! 

I Can't Keep on Being Somebody Else. 

Wherever it is, I'm staying. 

( He runs outside and the Cloister Bell sounds. )

[Snowstorm]

The Wait of The Whirled: 
No! 

( He plunges his hands into the snow with a sizzle - )

( HE HEALS THE EARTH )

( The Regeneration stops again. ) 

The Wait of The Whirled: 
I Will Not Change. 

Old Grandfather: 
I Will Not Change.
I Will Not!
No, no, no, no. 
The Whole Thing's ridiculous. 

The Wait of The Whirled: 
Hello? Is someone there? 

Old Grandfather: 
Who is that? 

The Wait of The Whirled: 
I'm The Doctor. 

(The elderly figure in checked trousers, cape, scarf and astrakhan hat comes into view.

Old Grandfather : 
The Doctor...? 
Oh, I don't think so. 
No, dear me, no. 


Old Grandfather : 
You may be a doctor, 
but I am The Doctor
The Original, you might say!


The Woman.

"The Old Man must die * ;
and The Woman Will Discover,
to Her inexpressible joy,
that She has never existed...!

...and so She says :

'Oh, brilliant...!' indeed, matey!


" To Sherlock Holmes she is always The Woman. I have seldom heard him mention her under any other name. In his eyes she eclipses and predominates the whole of her sex. 

It was not that he felt any emotion akin to love for Irene Adler. All emotions, and that one particularly, were abhorrent to his cold, precise but admirably balanced mind. He was, I take it, the most perfect reasoning and observing machine that the world has seen, but as a lover he would have placed himself in a false position. He never spoke of the softer passions, save with a gibe and a sneer. They were admirable things for the observer—excellent for drawing the veil from men’s motives and actions. 

But for the trained reasoner to admit such intrusions into his own delicate and finely adjusted temperament was to introduce a distracting factor which might throw a doubt upon all his mental results. Grit in a sensitive instrument, or a crack in one of his own high-power lenses, would not be more disturbing than a strong emotion in a nature such as his. 

And yet there was but One Woman to him.

I had seen little of Holmes lately. My marriage had drifted us away from each other. My own complete happiness, and the home-centred interests which rise up around the man who first finds himself master of his own establishment, were sufficient to absorb all my attention, while Holmes, who loathed every form of society with his whole Bohemian soul, remained in our lodgings in Baker Street, buried among his old books, and alternating from week to week between cocaine and ambition...

*****

"What a Woman—oh, what a Woman!” cried the King of Bohemia, when we had all three read this epistle.
"Did I not tell you how quick and resolute she was? Would she not have made an admirable queen? Is it not a pity that she was not on my level?”

“From what I have seen of The Lady, she seems, indeed, to be on a very different level to your Majesty,” said Holmes coldly.

[ He ain't kidding... ]

“I am sorry that I have not been able to bring your Majesty’s business to a more successful conclusion.”

On the contrary, my dear sir,” cried the King; “nothing could be more successful. I know that her word is inviolate. The photograph is now as safe as if it were in the fire.

“I am glad to hear your Majesty say so.  Because I failed - She beat me.  And She knows that She did. And then didn't rub my nose in it by gloating over having humiliated and emasculated me (and The King) in front of my client and employer - who is The King. And a Fool. ]

“I am immensely indebted to you. Pray tell me in what way I can reward you. This ring—” He slipped an emerald snake ring from his finger and held it out upon the palm of his hand.

[ What a Tool... ]

“Your Majesty has something which I should value even more highly,” said Holmes.

“You have but to name it.”

“This photograph!”

The King stared at him in amazement.
Irene’s photograph!” he cried. “Certainly, if you wish it.”

“I thank your Majesty. Then there is no more to be done in the matter. I have the honour to wish you a very good morning.” He bowed, and, turning away without observing the hand which the King had stretched out to him, he set off in my company for his chambers. 

And that was how a great scandal threatened to affect the kingdom of Bohemia, and how the best plans of Mr. Sherlock Holmes were beaten by a woman’s wit. He used to make merry over the cleverness of women, but I have not heard him do it of late. And when he speaks of Irene Adler, or when he refers to her photograph, it is always under the honourable title of The Woman. 





"Something is added to cricket by the angle of the sun as it stands at four o'clock in early September. 

The shadows are longer, there's a suggestion of colder days approaching, of Circular Timeof aspects of our lives dying away and returning. 

The other sort of time is called Linear Time -- Life is hard and then one dies.... if that's something one is liable to do. 

Cricket, to me, seems to stand for The Former and against The Latter. 

It's something that dies but returns and writes mortals into History, in stories and statistics. Perhaps that's why it appeals to me. 

I, also, die and return, like a hardy perennial. 

However, Linear Time is currently impinging on the Hampshire town of Stockbridge in the form of an end-of-season struggle to avoid relegation from the top-most league of village cricket. 

They're raging against the dying of the light, they need wins not draws. They need umpires to take the brightest possible view of those stormy skies overhead. 

They need to play in horizontal rain if they have to. I've seen them do just that in the last couple of weeks, but I've joined them so late this year that I may not be much help...."



[ * Letting go, as He does so, to thelast  physical renmant of the mourning of The Memory of Prof. River Song ]





Brand X on the March to Nowhere - "Love" spoken backwards is "Vole"


Phone-in Caller, 1984 : 
I was wondering what your opinion was regarding Lyndon H. LaRouche...?

Dave Emory, 1984 :
I know almost nothing about Mr. LaRouche, but I have noticed that he appears to have rather a lot of money.





‘He discredits leftwing thought’: Russell Brand addresses anti-austerity demonstrators at a rally in London in June. Photograph: Rex Features
"The rich can buy anything in Britain, and they have now brought us their own opposition. Russell Brand is the voice of the discontented wealthy. He tells us that money can’t buy you love – which I already knew – and that only the complete overthrow of the existing system and embrace of mysticism can take us from “the shallow pool of the known” to the “great untamable ocean” beyond.
I was prepared to dismiss Revolution as the swollen ramblings of a jaded celeb. Brand leaves you in little doubt that he is trying to escape the ennui that follows trying everything once except incest and folk dancing. “It’s only because I decimated my life by aggressively pursuing eating, wanking, drinking, consuming and getting famous that I was forced to look at spiritual alternatives.” Inspiring a revolution – for such is his ambition – is one of the few thrills to have escaped him. “The revolution cannot be boring,” he says as he encapsulates his thoughtlessness in one phrase. “We’d all be a bit disappointed if utopia and ditching capitalism boiled down to ‘We want to be a bit more like Germany’ – fuck that.”
His writing is atrocious: long-winded, confused and smug; filled with references to books Brand has half read and thinkers he has half understood. At one point, he discusses whether our perception of reality is a mentally constructed illusion (don’t ask me why). “So,” Brand says in a conclusion worthy of a Thought for the Day vicar, “when Elton John said Marilyn Monroe was ‘like a candle in the wind’ he was probably bloody right, and if he wasn’t we’ll never know.” At another, Brand argues that spirituality is the road to revolution, a belief that would have baffled every revolutionary leader in modern European history. 

“We’re all doing the same thing, dreaming the same dream, in the words of Belinda Carlisle,” he announces in a sentence that is so syrupy a Barbie doll might have written it, and worse – much worse – misquotes Ms Carlisle."

This is the exact same thinking behind mindless, suicidal statements like "The Interests of the United States and Israel are one and the same - they are identical", or produces acronymical, pneumonic groupings such as "LGBTQ", as if they political, needs, demand and agenda of Lesbians, Transgender persons and Bi-Curious males teenagers were one and the same, and must unite together in common struggle - just as the greatest enemy and the greatest threat to Judaism and people of the Jewish religion is Zionism, the greatest threat to homosexuals, bisexuals, transgender persons and those who are simply not sure is The Gay Community, radically politicised (mostly male) homosexuals - and one place that politics has no place, is during sex.

Many decades ago, the Zionist Movement, represented by the Zionist International and the World Zionist Congress (in Geneva, right next door to all those Nazi  bank vaults and Allan Dulles' ratline for Der Spinne - doesn't appear to have been an issue, Mein Herr), infiltrated and took effective control of every major Jewish Organisation in existence - they did not bother to inform the Jews.
30 or 40 years ago, political homosexuality infiltrated every university and college campus  where homosexuality is practiced, pondered or considered, and began demanding things - increasingly unreasonable things, with the most radical conservative and fascist elements predominating. Whilst I was at Sheffield University, the LGB (they had not yet added the T or the B) successfully forced the Students' Union to ban the music of Eminem from ALL Union club nights and from all events held on Union premises - all of my gay friends at the time loved Eminem and thought this was both stupid and embarrassing, but were not sufficiently angered or disturbed by it to actually feel the need to correct it; in fact, at that time, I was briefly involved in an abortive attempt, via entryism to infiltrate the LGB, table a reversal motion, and then (potentially) table a secondary motion to disband the LGB for to remainder of the academic year.

It was at that time, I came into contact with those forces who were in effective control of the LGB, the elite Fascist, counter-revolutionary (all White, all super-rich) vanguard.
They did not, and never have, demanded a ban on SkrewDriver (for instance), since SkrewDriver's music is not only racist, sexist and homophobic, it's also awful and not popular. 
Eminem was popular, but also funny, witty, populist and often polemical - M was a great mobiliser, especially of disconnected and disillusioned White Youth - he was investigated and questioned by both the FBI and Secret Service when he brought out Mosh, suggesting that assassinating Bush might be an effective means of either exacting penance or forcing a back down from the ongoing Iraq War in 2004 - something the New Left never would have advocated;  no-one from that camp would have seriously advocated the assassination of Nixon or Reagan, for instance. 
They just refuse to wash and then sing at them.
Another example : Wonder Woman is a feminist icon; Wonder Woman appeared on the front cover of women's liberation rag Ms., edited by Gloria Steinham, who effectively married into the CIA.

But Wonder Woman was created to celebrate and promote female submission.

"Confinement to WW and the Amazons is just a sporting game, an actual enjoyment of being subdued. This, my dear friend, is the one truly great contribution of my Wonder Woman strip to moral education of the young. The only hope for peace is to teach people who are full of pep and unbound force to enjoy being bound. Women are exciting for this one reason – it is the secret of women's allure – women enjoy submission, being bound. This I bring out in the Paradise Island sequences where the girls beg for chains and enjoy wearing them."


“A really efficient totalitarian state would be one in which the all-powerful executive of political bosses and their army of managers control a population of slaves who do not have to be coerced, because they love their servitude.”


― Aldous Huxley, Brave New World

Here, Huxley defines the essence of Utopian culture; and of Utopian Counter-Culture :

"'Even Epsilons are useful'! So am I. And I damned well wish I weren't!"

Lenina was shocked by his blasphemy. "Bernard!" She protested in a voice of amazed distress. "How can you?"

In a different key, "How can I?" he repeated meditatively. "No, the real problem is: How is it that I can't, or rather–because, after all, I know quite well why I can't–what would it be like if I could, if I were free–not enslaved by my conditioning."

"But, Bernard, you're saying the most awful things."

"Don't you wish you were free, Lenina?"

"I don't know what you mean. I am free. Free to have the most wonderful time. Everybody's happy nowadays."

He laughed, "Yes, 'Everybody's happy nowadays.' We begin giving the children that at five."

To rebel against ones conditioning is not enough - Brand X evokes Huxley in that he seeks to have the masses perceive it as a goal in and of itself.

It's intrinsically Oedipal, and so has total, resonant appeal to callow youth, who don't know anything, seeking to find an identity. The Dupe-a-Mob.

Give them some money, some flags and some drugs and you have a colour revolution, based on nothing, corralling mass mobilisation from people who don't believe in anything and don't know what they want, other than to oppose.