Neglected a title.

Once again I awoke in the night to the sound of window frames rattling. This time not due to the effects of geological instability, but the raging of unseasonably high winds. Made it difficult to hear the TV which, coincidentally given the topic of my last post, was covering "The Perverted World of Mark Dutroux". Of course there was no mention of Nihoul, drugs or Gladio, but it was an interesting one anyway, a bit of the evidence for gendarmarie complicitude.


I didn't realise that Dutroux had himself once been a child prostitute. LeTourneau also was, of course, molested. There's a reason it's generational abuse, I suppose. They covered the number of mysterious deaths of witnesses before the trial, somewhat shallowly. No mention of the same thing having happened to Jeff K, and so forth.

“Gurdjieff treated him like any other guest until the evening of his departure. After dinner on Sunday night, Gurdjieff led the way out of the dining room with Crowley, followed by the body of pupils who had also been at the meal. Crowley made his way toward the door and turned to take his leave of Gurdjieff, who by this time was some way up the stairs to the second floor. ‘Mister, you go?’ Gurdjieff inquired. Crowley assented. ‘You have been guest?’ – a fact which the visitor could hardly deny. ‘Now you go, you are no longer guest?’ Crowley – no doubt wondering whether his host had lost his grip on reality and was wandering in a semantic wilderness – humored his mood by indicating that he was on his way back to Paris. But Gurdjieff, having made the point that he was not violating the canons of hospitality, changed on the instant into the embodiment of righteous anger. ‘You filthy,’ he stormed, ‘you dirty inside! Never again you set foot in my house!’ From his vantage point on the stairs, he worked himself up into a rage which quite transfixed his watching pupils. Crowley was stigmatized as the sewer of creation …. Whitefaced and shaking, the Great Best crept back to Paris with his tail between his legs.”


But I know of Gurdjieff that I have read his writings and do not approve. Although Gurdjieff exercises show a certain insight.

Not so much as the Serbs had. They made the mistake of having hope. They threwover that nasty Milosevic man, football hooligans and a man in a tractor storming parliament, but that was a mistake. Kosovo is now a narco state, and an independant one. Another link to Nazis, there are so many of those it gets tiresome to recount, but Kosovo was once a Serb province full of Serbs, then came the well-known genocidalists and it's now 90% Kosovo and open to use as a drug transhipment point. So it goes. They thought they would finally be free, as Thucydides says, but as with those freed by the Spartans the hope was delusory.

I'm shaking, I shake the spear before your eyes
Well if you know your history, you will read between lines
If youre waiting for a vision, to illuminate your mind
To leave this world of misery, to leave it all behind
-- "Grateful when you're Dead", Kula Shaker

You may have noticed, I've had enough of Dutroux. "Shaka, when the walls fell", to quote the immediately following programme on the other side.

More lyrics, I thinkingtons.

Yellow matter custard, dripping from a dead dog's eye

Dead dogs. Much as I regret it, this brings me back to one Mister Aquino, and his like. Click "Great Satan" on right side of page for information, on the links between cultic sacrifices and the Canis genus. Mostly alsatians and dobermans. Imagine my surprise, then, to hear of the finding of a vial of ricin in a Vegas hotel room. With a dead dog. Hasn't been widely reported, heard it on the interweb, not the usual government pattern. Terrorist strategy, talk for fear. Announce the terrorist acts, whether true or not, to afear peoples.

No sex, no drugs, no wine, no women
No fun, no sin, no you, no wonder its dark
Everyone around me is a total stranger
Everyone avoids me like a psyched lone-ranger everyone
Thats why Im turning japanese
I think Im turning japanese
I really think so

Da da de da da da da.

More than enough for one day.