Diabolical Frames

Helpific began to follow me on twitter, the micro-blogger wanna be conglomerate, and as usual, I plodded out a profile on the site without formally translating the requests for help nor entering one of my own, befuddled as to what Estonians or Russians would believe themselves capable of doing for an embittered American on the other side of the world, then pomdered the rise of Putin cronyism, tickled my fancy with the notion of soliciting a contract in code, then thought of the FSB alerting the FBI to my account, considered the irony of that. Yet there are provocateurs who waste Putin's opposition for the sake of a unified Russian federation, and Armin Mueller-Stahl has to reflect with some accuracy how the Slavic triad works, an extended association of family and connections.

Zsolt Bugarszki invited me to post on Helpific, but I'm not sure a criminal solicitation was what he had in mind, nor am I partial to Baltic collectivism, the bear lurking on the eastern front, as another one bites the dust. I have to make coffee and set my alarm, get to bed earlier this morning, having rescheduled my evaluation for another power chair which your taxes shouldn't have to foot, but even my desire for illegal retribution to balance the scales hits the blank slate of not knowing whom to trust to attempt a quid pro quo.  I'd have to risk something myself in return, in lieu of  offering federal reserve notes.

Zsolt told me the site is in Beta, probably not a bad idea, in the long run, and since we're on the subject, this local meet up raises the usual material versus intractable ethical conflict. I may follow Richard Dawkins. I may learn from him and may even agree with him that Catholicism has a mild polytheistic doctrine, but we'll destroy ourselves if we believe we'll eliminate anti-social behavior through neuroscience. I'm really happy that I am not going to be around to witness how we convert the human animal into porridge, our species knocking itself off without the benefit of an asteroid.

Amore and Hairy Monsters

"B+-- you seem to despair of the whole process." An intuitive foreign policy instructor

Alejandro González Iñárritu is the only Latin American leftist to whom I concede my argument, and I would luxuriate in your stunned silence over this admission, except that I do not believe in it. Babel should not be viewed on network television. These idiots butchered the full extent of the film and its implications with their edits and jump cuts to commercial, and I am going to hiss at them in protest. 

My critical faculties scatter to the wind with every viewing, and upon reassembly, I cannot recall which post it was I wrote that I have not been able to offer Alejandro's work justice, but the assertion remains as true today as when I wrote it into archive; I can stitch together a few threads. The police intervene in each of the three arcs of the film, with tragic consequences in the Moroccan  and US border segment. The Japanese police more or less waltz in on a denouement that began before the film started, with the death of Chieko's mother, and it is only the Jones couple who are not assisted by authorities after the mother is shot.

To the extent that I am able to enter into the posture Inarritu seems to demand, he is right, but that little bird of a cautionary tale fluttering so charmingly around the halo of Barack Obama, led to the botched investigation that gave us the Boston marathon bombing. I am super pissed off at both the FBI and what remnants seemingly remain of the KGB. Am I ashamed of the former attorney general Ashcroft, the CIA and military intelligence under Rumsfeld for water boarding and Jose Padillla? Yes.

Their replacement is a Harvard Constitutional scholar, killing the children of militants with UAV's in our blind spot, and with his other hand, he scratches Chechens behind the ears for that warm fuzzy feeling. Most liberals who have known me over the years, in our online projections, ward me off. Spastic is rude. Spastic is in pain, so much pain. Even if I throw you a challenge flag on the field as it relates to self-delusion, let me offer Mueller a few keen insights on what he can learn from a developmental brain injury:

"Gee, Russian security services send us a red flag over Tamerlan Tsarnaev. We cannot find anything, but let's hold him in Russia for the time being and get him on a watch list. Bush may have had constipation on civil liberties but this in Chechnya we're talking about."

Fucking assholes. I am never voting for another President. Ever. Period.

Salaam Devereux!

The Real Thing looks at James in the context of the very material world in which his novels were written, published and read. --Greg Zacharias

Hum. Those who know Erik would tell you I am being unfair to the dying doctor. S/He invests his zeal in a positive way, in contrast to my seething due to the fact that his adversary burned me, and burned me at a fairly crisp temperature. My rebuttal to this is that Erik and Cassie engaged in fraudulent activity to the point that the DOJ investigated, and I don't like excusing criminality because the individuals engaged in it have glaring chronic conditions, nor do I enjoy being neighbors with such people, and then expected to be civil due to the fact that they've had heart attacks and numerous strokes, regressing thereby. 

In the aftermath of the bombing, much has been made of the fact that the Russians asked the FBI to investigate Tamerlan Tsarnaev, and that our agents found nothing illegal. I am baffled by this dove cooing by the executive branches involved. Bortnikov is willing to see journalists murdered, willing to kill Berezovsky, but can't imprison an ethic Chechen on suspicions of radicalization simply because the Chechen had legal American status?

Romans know when dead fish begins to decompose, and the stench can overwhelm.

I made contact with a live Google voice yesterday, but will attempt live interaction again tomorrow to resolve monetization, because spastics need to prep the necessary data requirements. Perhaps I should take my proposal that I made on list when Greg and I were courteous seriously. I started this blog to generate projects along these lines, after all. Lot of work; would not need to contact Kidman necessarily. An alliance with Frigide Bargot would offer prodigal cover, nyet? Burn injuries move from acute to chronic with age.