The seeds of doom

Really don’t mind if you sit this one out
[The] word’s but a whisper, your deafness a SHOUT
I may make you feel, but I can’t make you think
Your sperm’s in the gutter, your love’s in the sink

Inspired, possibly unwittingly.

Don’t necessarily expect you to listen to this next song because Hawkwind themselves took many wrong steps themselves, the legacy of Timothy Leary and Laurel Canyon:


Sorry to reprint in full the Vox Day post but it’s germane to this post now:

The former Wachowski brothers are reconsidering their storytelling.

In conjunction with Warner Bros. Studios, the Wachowskis have released a new cut of The Matrix where Neo just takes the blue pill.

The revised cut will be approximately 30 minutes long, as Neo will take the blue pill and then just go about his pretend life blissfully unaware of humanity’s enslavement in the real world. Credits will roll as Neo wakes back up in his computer-generated existence and lives happily ever after.

“The red pill has been co-opted by the alt-right, and we just needed to set the record straight,” said Lilly Wachowski. “Now Neo will no longer take the problematic red pill and will instead support the status quo and not cause any problems. It’s much safer this way. Just think about how much happier Neo will be.”

I feel so much safer already. In other Wachowski news, Speed Racer will no longer speed, but will abide by the posted speed limits at all time. And he will wear a seat belt and drive a hybrid.

Also, the former Lana Wachowski now identifies as a prong-horned antelope.

In cross pond parlance, the two are total and utter tossers, out of their heads, devil’s little helpers, and that leads neatly into The Other McCain and Smitty:

Will the people who sold us all that Sixties “peace and love” business ever admit that the road we’re traveling does not lead to Utopia? Is there nothing that can cause them to look back and say to themselves, “Y’know, everything was actually better when Eisenhower was president”?

In 1988, when Ronald Reagan was still president and MTV still played music videos, rock guitarist Melissa Etheridge was recording a video for her song, “Bring Me Some Water,” when she met Julie Cypher, who was working on the production crew. At the time, Etheridge was not yet “out” as a lesbian, and Cypher was married to actor Lou Diamond Phillips, who had recently soared to stardom in the 1987 Richie Valens biopic La Bamba. Nevertheless, a romantic affair commenced. Cypher divorced her husband and became Etheridge’s girlfriend. The celebrity couple officially “came out” together in 1993. Cypher gave birth to a daughter, Bailey, in 1997, and in 1998, a son Beckett was born. Both children were conceived via artificial insemination, and there was widespread public speculation as to the sperm donor, with the actor Brad Pitt being one of those rumored to have been the couple’s semen supplier.

To universal surprise, in a Rolling Stone cover story in February 2000, it was revealed that the sperm donor was David Crosby, the singer whose work with the Byrds and Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young had defined the folk-rock sound of the 1960s and 70s. Why, of all people, would anyone choose this portly middle-aged drug addict as a sperm donor?

Did I mention that David Crosby was so damaged by his decades of substance abuse he had to undergo a liver transplant in 1994? But bad decision-making was more or less baked into the cake of the Etheridge-Cypher relationship. Mere months after being featured on the cover of the Rolling Stone as a sort of ideal of postmodern family life, the couple split. Cypher decided she wasn’t actually a lesbian and, four years after leaving Etheridge, she married a man. Etheridge, meanwhile, hooked up with Tammy Lynn Michaels who, in 2006, gave birth to twins, conceived with an anonymous sperm donor, but Etheridge and Michaels split in 2010, and Etheridge then moved on to marry Linda Wallem.

Well, what about the kids?

Melissa Etheridge has paid tribute to her son Beckett Cypher who has died following a battle with opioid addiction, aged 21.

And of course:

They were certainly aware of issues in the 60s, Vietnam being the main catalyst, plus the US was influencing the world, culturally, post war, Japan in particular in the non-west.

Yoof was aware but were not self-aware, they were aware in a deep-captcha way all about Them up there, but never once saw themselves as part of the problem, they saw themselves as its solution instead.  Woodstock was a major mistake for humanity, a festival for getting kids hooked and for rampant unknown fathers and mothers – hell, I knew that myself and yet I was going to such festivals.

So I need to change ‘they’ for ‘we’. We sang of peace and love while not understanding the number being done on us in the least. And the songs, as long as they had the chord patterns and pathos, as long as they were sung by our gurus – not once did we feel, as kids, that we were having a number done on us, except by the pantomime villains we were encouraged to protest against, not wrongly but the real villains urging this selective villain tackling, were presented as our heroes.

We lacked the discernment which comes with maturity.  Maturity can strike at any age.  Who decides what is mature?

That’s the tragedy. We saw the issues but were in no position to interpret them correctly. I’d say even today, many of the old men and women pre-Boomer still have no idea, their conversation gives it away.

Bundled in with all the peace and love and rampant nooky and substances – cool, man, groovy, right on,chill out, man – right behind us clowns were people like Bill Ayers, Leary, Burroughs and they were sick heads:

Do you recall Bader Meinhof and Patty Hearst? Lampooned by Rik Mayall later. The men looking like Che Guevara. I hear and read many today still saying, in response to Them’s machinations, that we have to remove this or that person and group of evil muvvers.

Difference is that we talk about it, the left is all for Antifa if the cause is just in their eyes. No different to the 60s.  And the rhetoric and sick headedness visits itself down through the generations.  The Millennials are our spawn, and a ready made hell on earth was ready to meet them, far nastier than the one ready to meet us back then.  Now they’re auto-absorbed into World Culture, artificial World Music, impoverished values, me me me.

The Me Me Me Too movement could never have gone anywhere but astray in their cause.  A just cause in so many cases, but how can one tell which are which?  Look at Brett Kavanaugh.

The brainwashed Woke are today’s new enemy in their inability to think straight, and we older folk of conservative values are the peaceniks preserved in aspic.  We want an orderly world but who will control that world?  Matt Hancock?

The brainwashed Woke are happy to see the last voices shuffle off.  Did you see that footage yesterday of the care home?  Better you didn’t.

That lot – the brainwashed Woke – are nobody’s saviours, they are destroyers themselves [Planned Parenthood?], tricked out in the livery of saviours. Therein lies the evil, the easily manipulation of de-moralised younger people towards such evil in oh so subtle, seemingly innocuous ways.  Eyes on the cause celebre whilst stumbling  off the path themselves.

The Corbyns and Gerry Adamses are abetting it, their fresh meat in Krankie in Scotland and the Squad in the States carry on the aberration, we have rendered ourselves powerless.

Whence the heroes now?

Playing at the hard case, you follow the example
Of the comic-paper idol, who lets you bend the rules
So, come on you childhood heroes, won’t you rise up from the pages
Of your comic-books, your super crooks, and show us all the way?

AOC is the kids’ hero in her meatheaded criminality? Purr-lease.  Latches onto some ‘all dead in 12 years’ thing.  She might be right, but not for the reasons she thinks.

I’ve been trying not to get religious but we really are talking portals here. Portals and possession by an integrated system.  Any calling it out are the new pariahs.

The single greatest error with libertarianism, the second part of my political philosophy, is when it subtly shifts away from love of freedom and liberty, the right to make one’s own way and accumulate reward for ones’ labours, [not for it to be later stolen by someone else], the work ethic, the rule of law … towards licentiousness, ‘do as thou wilt’ and any twisted aberration is defended under the banner of freedom – hell, even the grooming gangs claim that.

It infects the world.

Yes I know it’s stating the bleedin’ obvious but cut me some slack – I’m on a rant again.

6 comments for “The seeds of doom

  1. May 22, 2020 at 13:13

    We live at an historical moment, long coming. The ‘woke’ are asleep but we old men are awake.

    The questions we must ask of ourselves is how do we go? On a tumbril perhaps, but how? We may lose our heads but what will be in our heads, and our hearts?

    Historical times are far larger than individual men, especially old, tired ones, who can do little to turn the tides. But we can save our Souls by going like warriors, gentlemen, speakers of the Word and perhaps become Saints.

    God’s Will be done.

    We can weep – even pray – for the poor woke lads and lasses who will inherit the storm. Some may come through wiser, though most will be fodder for evil. They won’t even have good music.

  2. Harry J
    May 22, 2020 at 13:56

    Surely the ‘new cut of the Matrix’ story is satire.

    • May 22, 2020 at 14:02

      AFT – cheers.

      Harry – maybe, they’re still horses’ backsides, those two.

      • Harry-J
        May 22, 2020 at 19:53

        … and it’s quite funny.

  3. Ripper
    May 22, 2020 at 14:34

    Concerning the Hawkwind track, whichever Extinction Rebellion idiot put together that vomit inducing video has not only lost the plot but missed the point completely. The track was released at the height of the cold war and was about nuclear disarmament, not the global warming crap. But I’d probably be more accurate in saying the video’s author (and I use the term loosely), has knowingly hijacked the track in support of St Greta, blessed be her name.

    Personally I preferred their later stuff, where they began to move away a little from the psychedelic style of the In Search of Space album. Albums like Hall of the Mountain Grill and Quark Strangeness and Charm.

    • May 22, 2020 at 15:14

      Yep, I was in two minds about it – don’t like the video but the track of course is good.

      Now that you’ve commented, I can’t change it.

      This evening at 5.30 is one designed for you.

      …..

      I changed it.

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