In and of itself predacious behaviour is a necessary behaviour/action for survival.
Darwin’s finding that survival of the fittest is unavoidable, especially for the weaker, is still an unarguable reality. Nature generalizes prey action but takes only what it requires and ‘unconsciously’ leaves enough for balanced survival for its species continuation.
That type of ‘simple’ intelligence is completely absent in the human species, it’s always been that way but it’s more obvious now than ever before. Thanks to global media reach we are now fully able to feed on each other and Planet Earths resources, at will.
We have become exquisitely expert at exploiting everything.
The leftover portion of our reptilian brain has collided and merged with a supersized ego. An apex predator inhabiting a consume everything for pleasure mentality with a wild imagination, monster sized manipulating mind. Melding such a super powerful deduction mind with sharpened instinctive prowess and processes with evolutionary uploaded raptorial gadgetry was never going to end well.
There were periods of human evolution when connection to land, planet and beyond was strong and ultimately simple in respect to what important elements were required to maintain balance. There are many new age movements attempting to recreate some form of reconnection to all those older/ancient ways, unfortunately they are consumed with and by a monetized system that celebrates and requires a predatory approach to what is unfortunately a business minded style of 21st century life.
It’s not only the height of stupidity, selfishness and arrogance to be where we are right now; it’s the death of it all. To take out everything that sustains and maintains life for our survival takes a deliberate and intentional planning of predatory behaviour on a scale of pure uncaring. An intelligence that has developed to a point of cold, callous calculated and very rational blindness on a level of super positioning that’s usually reserved for omnipotent Gods.
In an evolutionary age when our species really should know better, be better and leave better for future generations, we have become stupid dumb and demented over our self-importance.
The cost is everywhere, our repayment plan is non-existent and the bank is about to foreclose rendering a failed species completely bankrupt.
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When looking at the illogical world of the malignant narcissist a maze of dead ends block the way, deep dangerous ravines open up and mind destroying decoys are everywhere. This is a black hole reality where comparisons to any ‘normal’ spectrum or any ‘logical’ viewpoints are useless. This is a nightmare that will fuck you up unless you’re more horrible and terrible than it. The world of narcissists is a nasty place where the self-absorbed and extremely dangerous roam, where parameters, boundaries, consequences and general feelings for or about others are totally absent. It’s a completely unsuitable reality for those who have any real shred of decency. Feelings such as outward decency are considered pathetically weak.
Donald John Trump the 45th and current President of the United States probably never wanted the position. That’s not to say he didn’t believe he was worthy, capable or over qualified, his opinion of himself is beyond question. He certainly flagged his intention to run for the most powerful position enough times over enough years but his musings where more self-promotion skewed. Whatever escalated and elevated his decision to run, Obama insults or just his unique brand of challenge, the reality that he could win was a no-brainer for him. For most others it was truly laughable.
Has Donald John Trump been compromised? Yes, most definitely so. In the world of definitions surrounding compromise he hits every mark. He most certainly doesn’t settle differences, personal/political by meeting half way. He not only accepts standards that are lower than desirable, he demands that others follow those undesirable standards without question.
His standards are the only right standards, it’s really that simple.
He was elected by the people to work for the people as an agent employed by the United States Government. Unfortunately for the people and now the world, serving the public isn’t in the narcissist rule book.
In espionage terms, as an agent, he has most certainly been compromised due to his cover being totally blown, his readiness to share information and his secrets systematically becoming uncovered. He has one employer yet it’s becoming salaciously apparent that he actually has two, thus making him a classic ‘Agent-in-Place.’
If Trump has been played, turned and/or compromised by foreign forces, the reality would obviously be shattering, but the method historically not that difficult.
Attention positive/negative is the fuel that drives the narcissist’s engine. Trumps whole run for the presidency was about attention. Trumps reactions to those strong-arm foreign leaders who lauded him with attention were confusing and abhorrent on any measurable level of decency. Remember decency is seen as weakness. But for a superpower that espouses democratic rights it was and continues to be horrifying, deeply embarrassing and most probably sooner than later unacceptable. Donald John Trump in his mind is indispensable. In the supercharged political world he stumbled onto, he is eminently dispensable.
It’s probable that he was groomed long before his presidential run or shortly after his 2016 presidential campaign was formally launched on June 16, 2015, at Trump Tower in New York City.
Unfortunately for those who have suffered his brutal brand of uncaring and mocking, there are scars that will never be healed. What consequences await him will unfold.
One possible outcome is a reality where he will be taken care of by those who tread a much scarier nasty and brutal path.
That’s the world of The Psychopath.
Taking the piss is a Commonwealth term meaning to take liberties at the expense of others, or to be joking, or to be unreasonable. It is a shortening of the idiom taking the piss out of, which is an expression meaning to mock, tease, joke, ridicule, or scoff. It is not to be confused with "taking a piss", which refers to the act of urinating. (Wikipedia)
That Russian pissed on by straddling nubile agents video tape may end up being totally fake. But what is most certainly not fake or some bile rising, gag inducing fairy-tale, is the daily truth that the planets most powerful ‘human’, in terms of weaponry, is literally pissing on whoever displeases him and even those who are supposedly in his favour. This is a character that has no loyalty whatsoever to anything other than his own ego, yet expects unconditional commitment from those he will most assuredly discard sooner or later.
Urolagnia (also known as urophilia) is a sexual fetish with a focus on urine and urination. People with urolagnia often like to urinate in public, or urinate on, or be urinated on by other people, and may also drink the urine. The consumption of urine is urophagia. Some like to watch others doing these things. These activities are often described by the euphemisms "golden showers" or "watersports". (Urban Dictionary)
It’s difficult to look at, apart from him, a scene where such an individual who sets everything up to create chaos in order to ingest power is going to willingly place himself in a submissive position to be on the receiving end of a steaming bladder spurt of amber coloured piss. But then again…………
Traditionally and very much in keeping with his modus operandi the leader of the not so United States has historically used the same techniques, (just words folks, just words) to destroy any opposition to his insatiable wants and unquenchable needs.
Watching his smug demeanour, listening to his rambling ranting dialogue, it’s easy to become numbed to the seriousness of what’s being played out. There are no rules in this game except ruling out everything that has any basis in decency, fairness, empathy. This normal is definitely not going to end well.
In the world of Trumpism taking the piss is only one part of the deal. Dumping a shitload of distraction and destruction is the main aim.
Down the sewer we go.
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The field rules are very simple. You are born in, live on and depart from the field.
During your allotted field time you are to do no harm, so as to ensure the continuation of the species.
Our narrow senses are/were suited to the field. Close set eyes, small ears and tiny nostrils are unsuited when it comes to expansive unseen, unheard and untasted stimuli.
Taking what you need from the field with replacement equation is fully encouraged and in fact needed for replenishment and gradual evolution in keeping with the inescapable forces of change. Of course a holistic instinctive approach is blood lined through each generation.
Where the rate of imbalance began and when it gathered destructive speed is really anyone’s guesstimate along the human history timeline.
Consciousness colliding with wild imagination has certainly been a blessing for the survival of the species. Without its evolution its doubtful humans would have survived long at all. Unfortunately along the way the curse of egomania resulted in the rules being shredded and discarded, replaced with a reshaping of the field to our way.
Do no harm is now too simplistic for a species that has upstarted itself to a level of godlike superiority. Best for the species is now best for me.
Our field is funnily enough much narrower now than ever before. Our place on the field replaced by non-renewable space and unbendable concrete rules. Our time dictated not by seasons and rhythm but by an insane denial of what is dumping and descending upon us from outside the field. What we have in fact created through our insolence and selfishness.
We have played the field with a full deck of cards, gambled it all on a search for better than what was. The joker in the pack was always waiting for a time to play those who stack the deck and risk the pack.
There are golden non-negotiable rules when it comes to men’s world. Look straight ahead when hanging out at a public urinal, don’t grope, gape or gyrate near on or around another’s wife, don’t under any circumstances thieve a duck farmers ducks.
On the Island of Bali, one of thousands of Islands located on the Indonesian archipelago, ducks take a back beak when it comes to favourite feathered things.
All things on Bali must have some form of economic utility. Nothing is free therefore value is a complete focus of life.
Cocks are top bird and many can be observed preening and pulsating after vigorous public stoking from their dedicated and devoted handlers. A strong well trained fighting cock can bring in a lot of money and afford their owner heightened prestige and popularity. In a patriarchal society such elite non paper currency positions are very important and advantageous. Such reputations and accolades are also a valuable ego addition, an emotional aphrodisiac.
But ducks have their place, as all things on Bali do.
So, when Mary the Bali dog, emanated her breed’s tell-tale distinctive low growl, followed by a rapid high pitched bark, it was obvious an intruder of human or otherwise was in the vicinity. Nothing really that unusual on any given night but on this occasion the intrusion was unusual and deadly. Mary was right on the danger but no one thought more than it was just another alert. However the rice paddies were being invaded.
Rice paddies provide a living for Balinese ducks. They are an important link in the organic chain and they are a valuable asset. They most certainly have economic utility. After harvest time a duck farmer brings his flock of ducks to the paddy. They then spend the day clearing up old pieces of grain and eating insects that would destroy the next rice crop if left alone. The ducks follow the farmer home at night, keeping an eye on his piece of cloth tied to a big stick. Balinese ducks cannot fly so their only chance of escape is to waddle as fast as possible as a group or have the protection of their owner(s).
That first night 50 working ducks were taken and even though the farmer had penned them off for security and safety, their perimeter had been savagely breached. As morning broke suspicion and conjecture rose rapidly. Someone or something must be blamed and Mary the Bali dog was most certainly being looked at as a perpetrator. Her innocence was strengthened due to her bark tight alibi and the obvious inability for even a very smart lokal dog to eat or hide 50 scared waddling ducks.
Remnants of the dastardly deed were unfortunately left strewn behind. Numbers of ducks had perished either from shock or in the violent melee that had obviously transpired. Their carcasses lay strewn and as the tropical sun grew higher the stench of duck death filled the gentle wafting air.
Theories began to abound as to the motivation behind such a brazen act. To be sold at market, ceremonial purpose, revenge for seen or unseen actions, act of Gods, marauding packs of crazed starving dogs………… But just as night fell and the stink subsided and everyone drew a breath of less rancid air another 20 ducks were stolen from a nearby paddy. If night one wasn’t serious enough, this latest incursion was enough to start a riot.
Luckily for Mary this completely cemented her continued survival and the hunt was now on to find the miscreants who had utilised brute force and disrespectful brawn to rob a farmer of his economic surety.
To date no suspects have been identified and no ducks are seen in the paddies. The scent of death has retreated into the soil and Mary the Bali dog is once again free to run with her canine friends.
Quacking updates will follow if any news breaks……….
There’s so much of it going on that it’s impossible to decipher which one is witch and which one is just a distractive ploy to obstruct our view from that which is clear and present.
Truth has been obliterated, whatever that was anyway, replaced by a reality Hunger Games show that displays our species most base level of destructive forces.
The fuck everything up the pole of rancidness is greased oiled and as slippery as a politician’s conference where playing dueling dicks is non-negotiable and penis swordsmanship is the measurement of a successful weekend.
There must be something so very sinister in the human DNA that dictates that we must engage eagerly in the hunt or watch salivating from the sidelines. It goes way beyond Schadenfreude or Darwinian reality. It’s a sickness, a cancer that’s destroying not only us but everything else.
The very fact that there is an old man in an oval room with opposing thumbs tapping to the world intelligent expletives that consist of rat, witch-hunt, collusion, hatchet job, haters, losers, lowlife, dog, is bad enough. The insane factual reality, that his continuance has created a whole new generation and beyond of followers and observers is a mental level of explosive psychotic overflow.
Whichever hunt is on there is an eager audience ready and waiting to pick from a plethora of putrid images. What it says about us as a collective bunch of biological bilge water is probably fairly obvious, unfortunately.
Bring on the show and watch the world’s dealers in destruction hunt each other down until the biggest dick is left standing. Then make him swallow his sword.
Just leave the rest of us alone.
I actually never ever thought we could kill a planet. Seriously, how could such an infantile species actually begin a process of planetary extinction? Simple numbers ……………….. 7.7 Billion.
The current world population is 7.7 billion as of December 2018 according to the most recent United Nations estimates elaborated by world meters
Like everything on the ascending trajectory of doom, human population is exploding. 8 Billion (2023) 10 Billion (2055) and up and up…………..
WTF will happen and WTF will need to be done in order for our children’s children to basically survive?
Future generations will be the first to actually suffer more from having and consuming more than past generations who consumed less and survived longer. This current generation are the first to actually succumb to actual death before their aging parents, that’s completely wrong on so many levels, leave alone nature.
How we got here is really not that important, seriously it’s not. It’s like climate change and the endless arguments. It’s here, it’s happening, it’s already screwing things completely up down and sideways. WTF we gonna do about it?
Every generation of anything has an instinctive need and burning desire to leave their offspring with a better quality of existence. Well, most individuals, couples, communities, colonies, communities, swarms, nations, etc. However corporations, predators, psychopathic narcissists and the like, don’t really give a thought about the bigger picture, their focus is on self-pleasure, control of others and elimination of whatever or whomever gets in the way.
When the love and desire of and for money gave rise to the grand God of all Gods, the extinction of our home planet (Earth) was sealed with a simple printer that made paper Gods of all of us. It’s a psychological marvel and a majestic magician’s performance that has entranced and ensnared us into actually believing that we need to consume vast and unsustainable quantities of everything.
Conditioning previous generations into believing that the only way to protect their offspring was to sign on to a programming option that encouraged them to encourage our young to eat it all up and then eat it all again and again was and continues to be the most insidious evil and destructive stroke of demented genius ever.
This really is as serious as it gets, however no one really seems to be bothered, tends to happen when toddlers are distracted with corn syrup and shiny trinkets that twinkle then die then renew and shine again. My generation, born 60 years ago, are the last generation to know life before the tech boom and after. We are straddling the ages, we created the conditions for what has exploded, we can’t stop it, no one can, no one will. We are wired for addiction.
On a recent visit to America I was at first bemused, shocked, then rapidly scared of what took up most airtime in adverts between programming. A whole nation of humans is bombarded by an endless loop of fixable offerings in the form of tablets, millions of humans consuming millions of pharmaceutical fixers for any and all ailments, raising billions of dollars for legal dealers. I wasn’t shocked by the knowledge or literature. I was terrified by the reality.
The reality that for billions more future customers supply will always outstrip demand. Horrified that our collective species is being conditioned to gorge, regurgitate, gorge repeat. That we are all being torn and shredded into individual strips of commodity based numerical loss and profit things.
Things that are not human any more, things that are unconsciously being overdosed on what is marketed as pleasure, bought as panacea, ending in death…………
When it comes to what floods our field of vision and what flows constantly from the moment we process light waves and separated bands within the rainbow of refraction; there is endless wonderment and childlike awe experienced in indigos, violets, reds, yellows, greens, blues and oranges.
Our physical world is not only naturally imbued with them, as a species we have recreated them on our view of the world. Every imaginable surface and structure is lathered and lavishly splashed with organic and chemical based colour. Our brains are obviously suited to rejoice in the hues of rich vibrant visions.
Unfortunately so much of our worldview is taken up with black and white. Be it position, thoughts, negotiation, race. Most of the time such positioning brings nothing but a crunching full stop to any communication, although it must be said there are certain situations were one or the other is an only outcome.
But when it comes to white race - black race, no race has ever crossed a finish line on the track record of such an ugly historical endless event. It really sadly shows how stark, boring and bland our evolution has been when it comes to dealing with such a colourless subject.
Unfortunately though, it isn’t about colour at all. If it were, we would be warring over the blueness of our amazing sky, greenness of our lush grasses and yellow skin of our multi flavoured bananas.
It’s about superiority. Now more than ever when our planet is totally interconnected, immersed in reflected colours, blended like never before, now is our time to explode away from black skin - white skin.
But it’s about superiority and humans excel in being better than other and another. Its racist roots are deep and unfathomed. Insecure ideology continues to drive its continuance into a tinder box future and no matter how distracting the rainbow show is human colour is the main destroyer.
Black and white is the prominent colouring of species human. If it was only about colour then we could simply engineer ourselves to be multi-coloured chameleons and rejoice in the wonderment and awe of our abilities.
But it’s not about colour, its simply about superiority. It’s about a super race to the finish line, to be greater than them, to hate them, until the end of time.
We really are a very messy and much messed up lot.
Difficulty in cleaning up after ourselves and the abject refusal and lack of said activity would be much older than Neanderthal cave mess times. We live like animals are ignorant statements and the absolute height of insult to all non-human beings. Contrary to acting like pigs, which don’t actually have the intelligence to pollute like we do, no one has observed them or their piglets dropping planet poisoning plastic shit out from, over from or in their sty, pens or mud holes.
If there actually was a benevolent God like being, it would be well served to acknowledge that free will and consciousness hasn’t worked at all on the two legged idiots and save the 99.0000000000000000% of other things that have suffered the shit we have and continue to drop.
It can only be feared that the amount of crap that we have covered up, buried and dumped out of sight is leeching into our total biological system rendering every other species dead and dying.
As we continue and encourage a continuance of human made pollution, our disgusting legacy of inflicting suffering will ironically swing back and finally clean up and wipe off our innocent descendants.
God help them………….
There’s a momentum occurring, a crackling of intensity. Pressure is building globally, macro to micro ripples are spreading out, ricocheting off every surface. Like some massive entity urging events to explosive outcomes. Breathing in all hope and ultimately spluttering, retching and vomiting humanities deepest fears and open horrors into an overflowing bucket of inevitability.
We are on a war footing, constantly. There is no doubt that readiness for an escalation is now a daily diatribe. Verbal attacks against everything have been completely normalized and the absence of really knowing what is real or fake has added to a reality of anxiety, confusion and insecurity. Hate suspicion and paranoia are aligned with population climatic and environmental tipping points. There has never been a better time to create an official reality war to justify the unofficial proxy battles that have been advancing through the Middle East and African continent. Yemen and Somalia are the quiet cousins compared to their upstart noisy boisterous Syrian, Iraqi and Afghanistan quasi Middle Eastern/Asia nations.
As Iran, China, Russia, Turkey and North Korea observe from the wings, India and Pakistan at least for now appear to be keeping their heads down and fissile material locked up but always loaded.
In recent decades there has been chatter in political terms about the coming of an Antichrist. A number of individuals elected and dutifully bestowed with the position of most powerful have been considered to fit the description. Those past candidates now pale pathetically as the reality of what has the honor unveils itself on a daily diet of disdain.
There’s a momentum occurring, a crackling of intensity. Pressure is building globally, macro to micro ripples are spreading out, ricocheting off every surface. Like some massive entity urging events to explosive outcomes. Breathing in all hope and ultimately spluttering retching and vomiting humanities deepest fears and open horrors into an overflowing bucket of inevitability…………………..
Observing whats real is becoming increasingly difficult. This site is my view, my perception and my commentary on what I believe to be real, from my own unique position.