Ever hear that old George Carlin bit?

"I’m going to string words in a sentence that’s never been uttered before! Ready? Here we go…
As soon as I stick this hot poker up your ass, I’m going to chop my dick off!
There! I did it! I put words together in an order that’s never been done before, in the entire history of mankind!"

(thunderous applause)

Crazy to think how Blake kept volumes and volumes of poetry and intricate illustrations and paintings private during his lifetime, his enigmatic work made known to the world only later.

A more recent equivalent might be Bob Dylan’s studio outtake bootlegs and the Basement Tapes, circulating among a community of devoted fans. Except imagine there never were any official albums released.

William Blake posthumously became the original modern bootleg artist.

And never seemed to be under pressure to return

On the one hand, I hope that this all leads to an electoral “death by a thousand cuts”, bleeding support with each senile and ignorant outburst, those who were “I dunno… I may go and vote against the libruls this November” dial it down a notch to “Fuck it. Why bother?”

On the other hand, it doesn’t matter what this orange parasite says and does, it never totally torpedoes his chances, this is all still a real and present danger because there are so many who fall for the divide-and-conquer propaganda, into the comfy lazy bitterness of “both parties are the same”.

Add to that the twisted battleground dynamics of the electoral college, both internal and foreign interests intent on weakening democracy, republican “soft fraud” like purging voters from the rolls, and one cannot let one guard’s down.

Fortunately, you don’t have to follow any toxic political news or fabricated outrages or bullshit peddlers, you already have ALL the information you need to do the correct and healthy thing:

SPEAK SOFTLY
TUNE OUT
VOTE DEMOCRAT THIS NOVEMBER

It really is that simple.

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Death Quasar

Bacon’s portraits always give me the impression that the model’s face is pressed to a glass surface, we’re looking at it from the other side.

The kind that gets struck in the face with a wooden paddle and it seems like they’re saying - “THANK YOU SIR MAY I PLEASE HAVE ANOTHER?”

Then there’s things like:
“Passing through the magnetic field, exactly half the electrons went UP, and exactly half the electrons went DOWN”, and classical physics went OUT through the quantum window.

…and Elvis has left the building!

There’s a Monty Python sketch where someone handles a large glass container with a liquid that looked like rosé wine, no context provided.

Out of the blue, some BBC executive or execs wanted to censor the sketch because of “its’ visual depiction of menstrual urine”.

It truly takes some twisted, fucked-up minds to find obscenity everywhere they look, projecting Satan onto everything around them, carrying Satan piggyback even into neutral zones.

Dancing the plague away.

Yeah but what about nutkicking, then?

It’s a movie about physics, with characters like Niels Bohr featured prominently, which just so happened to be made for general audiences and it was a hit, by a director whose other historical film was about Dunkirk.

Before these movies were made, the subjects were pretty much obscure to the mainstream. Films like these are regarded as risky for large studios, and it’s widely acknowledged that Christopher Nolan is on the very short list of directors with the blessing to do absolutely whatever they want at large studio scale and budget and that is not part of a franchise. And by “very short list” I mean people like Stanley Kubrick.

The “mainstream” label on Oppenheimer is incidental, after the fact.

Back in the 90s and pre-internet, I knew nothing about numbers stations. One time I borrowed my dad’s hefty portable radio, which he used for listening to Vin Scully doing the play-by-play of Dodgers games, but it was the off-season, so I took it for a few months.

Back then I lived in a cabin right on the edge of my town, and I’m a night owl, so I was utterly alone one night at around 2am, when I came across one of these numbers stations right in the act of doing its’ thing with a robotic female voice, just for a few minutes before regressing to static noise.

The whole experience spooked me, it stayed with me. On subsequent nights I scanned the dial again and again, to see if I could stumble across this thing again, but I never did catch it live again. It was years later that I found The Conet Project website and finally knew what the hell that transmission was about, sort of.

Nancy…
Adam…
Susan…
Nancy…
Adam…
Susan…

If I wanted quality posts, I would have gone over to LemmyQualityPost, dagummit!

As a baseball history buff, for a long time my way of “counting sheep” in bed was:
5 baseball players whose last name begins with the letter “A”,
then “B”, “C”, etc.

When after a few nights I worked my way up to “Z”, I started over, but with a twist:
5 baseball players, whose last name begins with the letter “A”, and who played before 1950.

Then when I made it to “Z”,
5 baseball players, whose last name begins with the letter “A”, and who played after 1950.

No Oppenheimer?!!
Your geek credentials are hereby revoked until further notice!
Or until you atone!

The moment I wrote it, I was hearing it in the voice of Benny Safdie in his first scene as weirdo Edward Teller, in “Oppenheimer”.