Chupi's Musings

GLOBAL WARNING!

2007-02-23T02:15:40Z

I have been delighted to watch, over the past year, Global Warming go from crank theory to pop sensation. It's hard to find any newsmedia outlet without its Global Warming scare story. It even has its own rock concert franchise. Reactionaries are already babbling about the hype and hysteria and I will be interested to see in the near future newsmedia tackling its all-time favorite topic - the excesses of the newsmedia, in a series of searching articles about the flood of Global Warming coverage. A local newspaper recently jumped on the Warming wagon with its own front-page scare story under the headline "Life could worsen by degrees," sub-headed with "Climate change predicted to bring floods, fire, rain."

I am so thankful that I learned about "weasel words." Those are words which are used to make a statement seem meaningful but which, once you learn about them, tell you clearly that it's actually quite meaningless. Words like if, could, might, and may in a statement tell you that the statement is NOT FACT. That means it is speculation, extrapolation, or even pure fantasy. I went through that article and marked every appearance of those words. I marked "predicted," which is also speculation, as well as "according to experts." What experts, and how did they become experts? It doesn't say - that's a logical fallacy called "appeal to authority," another way of making things seem factual. Potential is another way of disguising pure speculation, and "based mainly on peer-reviewed and published scientific and technical literature" is just another way of saying "according to experts."

Almost every paragraph of the article had one of these disclaimers in it. One remarkable section, ten paragraphs in length, was a comparison of the city of Houston Texas with Portland Oregon. It all pivoted around one central IF - if Portland became as hot as Houston these are what the results would be. Could that happen and how? Do the geophysical situations, for example, of the two cities have any similarity which could make that possible? Dunno. Not addressed. Not just speculation but PURE FANTASY, no more or less factual than winged pigs.

When I got through eliminating everything that was speculative or fantastic, there wasn't much article left, and I can't find a single thing in it that looks like a factual conclusion. Every piece of evidence is attached to a might or a could or an if.

I am all for Global Warming - the only thing I don't like about it is that it's so slow, reducing my chances of ever seeing overturned ocean liners nosing in among flooded skyscrapers. To most people it's just this decade's El Nino - a pat explanation for any raindrop that falls out of place, every tornado or winter storm. Ten feet of snow? Global Warming! Gee it's hot today. Global Warming! My lettuce isn't doing well this year. Global Warming! It's been peddled to the public in deceptive propaganda pieces using cartoon polar bears and forest fire photos, and the facts are almost impossible to find amid all the sensation. Is it really happening? You sure can't tell from the papers.

I think anything that gets people to stop being so damn stupid is basically a step forward, and most of us are so dumb the only thing that will get us off our butts is a gun to the head. I am a believer in the principles of Systemantics - all systems operate in failure mode, and any attempt to improve a system creates more problems than just letting it fail. Nobody asks me what I think they ought to do before they do it, and I think the best thing I can do for people is to let them learn from their own mistakes. So hooray for Global Warming! Learn as much as you can from it.

The nine Commandments of the Bohemians

2007-02-23T01:51:51Z

Read and heed, for they are the rules by which you shall go
down in a blaze of glorious drink, women and the tattered,
burning shreds of western literature.

I: Thou shall write your own life.

II: Thou shall sever your family roots.

III: Man kann seine Eltern nie schlecht genug behandeln

IV: Thou shall never beat your neighbour for less than five
crowns.

V: Thou shall hate and despise all farmsmen.

VI: Thou shall never bear celluloid cuffs.

VII: Never neglect to make a scandal in the theatre.

VIII: Thou shall never regret.

IX: Thou shall kill thyself.

It's a female chupacabra

2006-08-02T00:54:24Z

http://chupa.servebeer.com/gal Look for Emma.

Can I make 80?

2006-07-26T21:02:48Z

After two visits and exhaustive lab tests, the doctor said I was doing "fairly well" for my age.

A little concerned about that comment, I couldn't resist asking him, "Do you think I'll live to be 80?"

He asked, "Do you smoke tobacco or drink beer or wine?"

"Oh no," I replied. "I'm not doing drugs, either."

He asked, "Do you eat rib-eye steaks and barbecued ribs?"

I said, "No, my other Doctor said that all red meat is unhealthy."

"Do you spend a lot of time in the sun, like playing golf, sailing, hiking,or bicycling?"

"No, I don't," I said.

He asked, "Do you gamble, drive fast cars, or have a lot of sex?"

"No," I said. "I don't do any of those things."

He looked at me and said, "Then why do you give a shit?"

New/Not So Job

2006-06-21T03:57:50Z

After I pretty much recovered from my scooter wreck I went looking for a job on craigslist. Tired of IT I decided to do something that actually produced something. Machining.

Found one or two and sent in the resume. Got one interested in my cryogenic work so I was sure I could get that one. Found out it was in Driftwood, Tx and I live in 78704. Oh well the scoot will make it so I go for the interview. An hour later and I am lost sitting in Driftwood proper.

Went around another hour to Wimberly and asked someone about my age and they told me exactly how to get there. Walked in and it is an artisan shop. Hand forged swords and other medieval things. Walked around and thought, "This should be fun." My interview was, "If I told you to run this part what would you do to start off?" I said I would want to look at the blueprint first. He said "There ain't no prints." I knew then I had the job because I knew the interviewer for 20 years. We had been in different shops competing for and swapping parts for years.

Asked what I had to ask for money and got it.

Figured out it was 30 miles each way but traffic was always the other way so it was good. The Vespa was not happy but I awaited my first check to buy a new black box for my BMW motorcycle. Everyrone out on those country roads wants to do 80. My scooter only does 70. One guy repeatedly came right up on my ass and passed and at the last minute only to slam on the brakes when in front of me. Maybe it was my Tie-Dye sox. I dunnoo. First time I called him out: shot the finger and other things not so mentionable here. The I just started waving and smiling at him. He still persisted.

First check wasn't enough to pay all my bills and a black box. dern it So it was another two weeks on the scoot all the way down Manchaca to Hays High School then over to 150. I used to only do that route for fun early Saturdays.

The work is good. Took me a while to get the whole thing because it is so unusual but now I can design my own wack out stuff to sell. I had to fight off the biggest scorpian I ever saw in Texas and now I am a little freaked but maybe I will get over my scorpian fear. He/She was hiding behind the tool and cutter grinder when I went to turn it on.

Ok nuff for now. this will change and get larger. if not remind me to get on the stick.

BrokeBack Mountain

2006-01-13T19:02:51Z

As Oscar voters gear up for the season we thought we'd post this hilarious sendup of Brokeback Mountain.

http://pinkdome.com/archives/2006/01/for_your_consid.html

Ethical Delimma

2005-12-20T21:17:50Z

You are driving down the road in your car on a wild, stormy night, when you pass by a bus stop and you see three people waiting for the bus:

1. An old lady who looks as if she is about to die.

2. An old friend who once saved your life.

3. The perfect partner you have been dreaming about.

Which one would you choose to offer a ride to, knowing that there could only be one passenger in your small car?

Think before you continue reading.

This is a moral/ethical dilemma that was once actually used as part of a job application.

You could pick up the old lady, because she is going to die, and thus you should save her first.

Or you could take the old friend because he once saved your life and this would be the perfect chance to pay him back.

However, you may never be able to find your perfect mate again..........

The candidate who was hired (out of 200 applicants) had no trouble coming up with his answer. He simply answered, "I would give the car keys to my old friend and let him take the lady to the hospital. I would stay behind and wait for the bus with the partner of my dreams."

Sometimes, we gain more if we are able to give up our stubborn thought limitations. Never forget to "Think Outside the Box "

HOWEVER...., the correct answer is to run the old lady over and put her out of her misery, have sex with the perfect partner on the hood of the car, then drive off with the old friend for a few drinks!!!!

God, I just love happy endings.

Fun with Teachers Cellphone.

2005-12-16T20:24:37Z

More workplace inappropriateness was revealed this week with the news of
a teacher in Cyprus who left her mobile phone unguarded on her desk when
stepping out of the classroom.

Cypriot kids being much like kids anywhere else, it transpires,
unsurprisingly, couldn't resist such a jaw-gapingly fortuitous,
once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for mischief and snatched the mobile off
Teacher's desk.

Possibly thinking about sending some joke texts or making some prank
calls the child or children behind the theft were understandably
distracted from any previous plans they may have had when they
discovered a picture message featuring Miss in the buff.

There probably aren't words for the magnitude of the 'Oh dear Lord,
we've struck gold' feeling which swept through the minds of
impressionable youths at this point.

Of course, you know what happened next. The picture was sent to every
student with picture messaging capability on their handset, who in turn
forwarded it on some more until within hours it had pretty much been
seen by everybody on the island. (OK, the Round-Up exaggerates.)

The rumpus alarmed parents and staff leading to a full investigation in
co-operation and the involvement of the local police... who probably had
to look at the picture closely for the purposes of the investigation.

And to think some said MMS would never be successful.

Dern Xtians

2005-12-15T18:04:23Z

Mildred, the church gossip, and self-appointed monitor of the church's
morals, kept sticking her nose into other people's business. Several members did
not approve of her extra curricular activities, but feared her enough to
maintain their silence.
She made a mistake, however, when she accused George, a new member, of being
an alcoholic after she saw his old pickup parked in front of the town's only
bar one afternoon. She emphatically told George and several others that
everyone seeing it there would know what he was doing.
George, a man of few words, stared at her for a moment and just turned and
walked away. He didn't explain, defend, or deny. He said nothing. Later that
evening, George quietly parked his pickup in front of Mildred's house...walked
home....and left it there all night

An account of the War on Terror, as rendered via the Unix command-line:

2005-11-15T22:07:41Z

The War on Terror

As viewed from the Bourne shell.

$ cd /middle_east
$ ls
Afghanistan Iraq Libya Saudi_Arabia UAE
Algeria Israel Morrocco Sudan Yemen
Bahrain Jordan Oman Syria
Egypt Kuwait Palestine Tunisia
Iran Lebanon Qatar Turkey

$ cd Afghanistan
$ ls
bin Taliban
$ rm Taliban
rm: Taliban is a directory
$ cd Taliban
$ ls
soldiers
$ rm soldiers
$ cd ..
$ rmdir Taliban
rmdir: directory "Taliban": Directory not empty
$ cd Taliban
$ ls -a
. .. .insurgents
$ chown -R USA .*
chown: .insurgents: Not owner
$ cd ..
$ su
Password: *******
# mv Taliban /tmp
# exit
$ ls
bin
$ cd bin
$ ls
laden
$ cd ..
$ rm -r bin/laden
bin/laden: No such file or directory
$ find / -name laden
$
$ su
Password: *******
# mv bin /tmp
# exit
$ pwd
/middle_east/Afghanistan
$ cd /opt/UN
$ ln -s /Bad_Guys/Al_Qaeda /middle_east/Iraq/.
ln: cannot create /middle_east/Iraq/Al_Qaeda: Permission denied
$ su
Password:*******
# ln -s /Bad_Guys/Al_Qaeda /middle_east/Iraq/.
# cd /middle_east/Iraq/Al_Qaeda
Al_Qaeda: does not exist
# rm /middle_east/Iraq/Al_Qaeda
# mkfile 100g /middle_east/Iraq/Al_Qaeda
mkfile: No space left on device
# rm /middle_east/Iraq/Al_Qaeda
# cd /opt/Coalition/Willing
# mkfile 1b /middle_east/Iraq/Al_Qaeda
# chown -R USA:Proof /middle_east/Iraq/Al_Qaeda
#exit
$ cd /middle_east/Iraq
$ ls
saddam
$ ls
saddam
$ ls
saddam
$ ls -a
. .. saddam
$ find / -name [Ww][Mm][Dd]
/Korea/North/wMd
$ wall Propaganda.txt
Broadcast Message from USA (pts/1) on USS_Abraham_Lincoln Th May 1st
Mission Accomplished!
$ rm saddam
saddam: No such file or directory
$ find / -name saddam
/var/opt/dictators/spiderhole/saddam
$ wall NewsWorthy.txt
Broadcast Message from USA (pts/1) on Time.Magazine Sat Dec 13
We Got Him!
$ mv /var/opt/dictators/spiderhole/saddam /opt/jail
$ cd /opt/USA
$ cp -Rp Democracy /middle_east/Iraq
$ cd /middle_east/Iraq/Democracy
$ ./install
Install Error: Install failed. See install_log for details.
$ more install_log
Installed failed!
Prerequisite packages missing
Conflicting package Wahhabism found in /midde_east/Saudi_Arabia
Packages Church and State must be installed separately
File System /PeakOil nearing capacity
Please read the install guide to properly plan your installation.
$

oops

2005-10-11T15:05:43Z

Independent Texans Get Kinky

2005-10-06T20:49:59Z

Dear Indy Texans:

Below is a press advisory that will go out tomorrow to the statewide press about the Independent Texans/Kinky Friedman joint press conference this Saturday, Oct. 8, at 11 a.m. at Mojo's Coffee Grind.

For those of you coming from out of town, driving instructions are at the bottom of this e-mail along with motel information.

If you need assistance, please don't hesitate to call us or e-mail us with anything you need. I think this is going to be a hoot!

More information will be coming to you tomorrow about the full day's activities.

Linda Curtis
Independent Texans
512-323-6340
cell 657-2089

Press Advisory

Independent Texans Get Kinky

Kinky Friedman, independent gubernatorial iconoclast, will accept an honorary membership in Independent Texans, the state’s political reform organization seeking recognition for the 4.2 million Texas voters who do not identify with either the Democrats or Republicans. Independent Texans’ founder, Linda Curtis, Austin’s own political iconoclast, will address why Kinky, in building such an alliance for political reform, stands to shake up an already shaken gubernatorial election. Kinky will address why he’s accepting his honorary membership in an organization whose name, he believes, is redundant. Don’t miss this.

Where: Mojo’s Daily Grind (an independently owned business)
2714 Guadalupe St., Austin, Texas
When: Sat., Oct. 8, 11 a.m.

Independent Texans
P.O. Box 14294 ** Austin, Texas 78761
office address: 4533 Avenue A #208 ** Austin, TX 78751
512-323-6340
indytexans.org

For Information: Christina Hollimon, 512-323-6340, Independent Texans
Laura Stromberg, 512-326-5465, Kinky Friedman for Governor

Here is a map of the area around Mojo's: http://www.mapquest.com/maps/map.adp searchtype=address&country=US&addtohistory=&searchtab=home&address=2714+Guadalupe+St.&city=Austin&state=TX&zipcode=
(You can park there or across the street).

If you plan to attend our strategy session on Sunday to target races around the state, we suggest any of the following motels near the office:

Holiday Inn off IH-35 and 183: 512-467-1701, $59/night
Motel 6, , 512-467-9111, 5300 N. IH-35, $49/night
Super 8, 512-0122, 8128 N. IH-35, $52/night

The Toll Party rally/meeting is just a few minutes from Mojo's at the Universalist Unitarian Church, 4700 Grover. Here is a map of the area: http://www.mapquest.com/maps/map.adp?country=US&addtohistory=&formtype=address&searchtype=address&cat=&address=4700%20Grover%20Ave&city=Austin&state=TX&zipcode=78756%2d3108&searchtab=home

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Austin is new home for many of NOLA's finest

2005-09-09T15:45:51Z

A Neville brother, New Orleans musical royalty, rented an
apartment in South Austin Tuesday. Modern swamp-rock
kingpins the Iguanas are spread out over four houses in
town. Basin Street Records President Mark Samuels, whose
roster includes Kermit Ruffins, Henry Butler and other Big
Easy jazz notables, has also moved operations to Austin
after losing the entire contents of his home and office when
the Crescent City flooded.

Their beloved city is gone, awaiting a rebuilding process
that could take months and even years. So several New
Orleans musicians are moving to the Texas city that, like
their hometown, is known for an affinity for live music and
instinctive playing.

"There are two great music cities in America," Iguanas
guitarist Rod Hodges said. "And one of them is out of
commission for God knows how long."

The initial clump of New Orleans relocatees includes Big
Sam, the trombone player from the Dirty Dozen Brass Band,
who has signed on as a member of local funk outfit Topaz.
Members of Irma Thomas' group, who came to Austin for a gig
two weeks ago, are still staying at an Austin hotel and
contemplating finding more permanent quarters.

Then there's Clarence "Gatemouth" Brown, who fled his
bayfront home in Slidell, La., mere hours before it was
swept away and was en route to Austin when he suffered a
heart attack and was hospitalized in Port Arthur.

Daughter Celeste Biles said the plan is to have Brown, who
also has inoperable cancer, brought to Austin, where a hotel
room and around-the-clock medical care await, when he is
well enough to travel.

Percussionist Cyril Neville of New Orleans' first family of
soul said the decision to move to Austin, where he and his
family waited out two previous hurricanes, was an easy one.

"Some of my fondest memories of playing music are in Austin,
going back to the Meters playing Soap Creek and then the
Neville Brothers at Liberty Lunch," said the new South
Austinite, who wasted no time feeling at home, jamming at
Antone's on Monday night with Papa Mali and the house blues
band. "Austin's the only city I know of where I could pick
up the same vibe as New Orleans. You don't have to instruct
the musicians here or tell them what key the song is in."

For the Iguanas, the priority in making what's long been
their second home their first is enrolling their children in
local schools. Hodges' youngest son had finished his first
day of kindergarten when the hurricane hit.

"My other kid was in first grade for a week," Hodges said.
"They were happy with school, and then the next thing you
know, they're living in hotels, driving all over Texas. We
want to immediately reinstate some sense of normalcy."

Continental Club owner Steve Wertheimer has done much of the
groundwork for the band he calls "like brothers to me,"
including surveying schools, setting up housing and offering
the band any night of the week for a regular gig. They'll be
playing the club Monday.

Cyril Neville took out a sheet of paper during an interview
and, as if he were giving an acceptance speech, read the
names of Austin musicians and fans who had helped him and
his extended family of nieces, nephews and second cousins in
the past week.

"Austin's full of angels," he said. "Last night some people
drove up in a truck and carried up furniture, beds, food,
clothing for us. Before that, we didn't have nothing but two
cats, one dog and a Richard Pryor boxed set."

Next came a couple of job offers, including a Tuesday night
residency at the Cedar Street Courtyard, which Neville said
will serve as a weekly gathering of displaced New Orleans
musicians.

"My wife is gonna cook red beans and rice, and we're gonna
set it off, man," he said.

Next week, Neville will enroll his eldest son, Omari, 17,
and brother Aaron Neville's 15-year-old grandson, Jaron, at
Austin High.

"They've got a band called Young Originals that you've gotta
check out," Cyril said.

His nephews, Ricky and Norman Caesar, living in the same
South Austin apartment complex, hope to revive their Deff
Generation group while living here, Neville said.

"I don't believe in accidents. We're here for a reason," he
said. "The Great Spirit took the gumbo from New Orleans and
poured it all over Texas."

Excited by the influx of top-flight musicianship is
Threadgill's owner Eddie Wilson, whose restaurant on Barton
Springs Road is hosting a hastily organized show Friday
welcoming the Neville family to Austin. Cyril and wife
Gaynielle will perform with Papa Mali and Norman Caesar.

On Tuesday, Caesar serenaded Threadgill's diners with an
impromptu concert on the old piano from the Armadillo World
Headquarters, first played by his idol Fats Domino.

"He was unbelievable, an amazing piano player," Wilson said
of the young Caesar. "People were leaving their tables and
standing around the piano, clapping."

Basin Street's Samuels said that audiences outside New
Orleans will have a unique opportunity to hear musicians who
normally stick close to home, where there are plenty of club
gigs.

With their comfort zone ripped away, they've got to hit the
road, where they can spread the glory of gritty, good
Crescent City jazz and funk to all corners of the globe.

After the tragedy, New Orleans records have been played on
the radio and TV like never before.

"The best way to help New Orleans musicians is to buy their
CDs," Samuels said. "Go see them perform."

With many more Gulf Coast musicians expected to relocate
here, Austin audiences will have plenty of opportunities in
the coming months and years.

Bottle water a farce.

2005-08-02T20:06:19Z

http://www.nytimes.com/2005/08/01/opinion/01standage.html?ei=5090&en=1f703b85f17267b3&ex=1280548800&partner=rssuserland&emc=rss&pagewanted=all&YOUR_REG_SYSTEM_IS_EVIL

Bin Ladin table lighter sold in Italy

2005-06-08T13:30:43Z

http://www.flickr.com/photos/57935078@N00/17966208/in/photostream/

Judges toss out DUIs because breathalyzers' source code is secret

2005-06-06T15:48:09Z

From BoingBoing.net

Florida judges are tossing out DUI cases when defendants ask to see the source code for the breathalyzers that busted them -- the manufacturers won't turn over the source, and since the machine's correct operation is critical to establishing the case against the DUIers, the case is dismissed when it can't be produced.

All four of Seminole County's criminal judges have been using a standard that if a DUI defendant asks for a key piece of information about how the machine works - its software source code, for instance - and the state cannot provide it, the breath test is rejected, the Orlando Sentinel reported Wednesday...

Seminole judges have been following the lead of county Judge Donald Marblestone, who in January ruled that although the information may be a trade secret and controlled by a private contractor, defendants are entitled to it.

Why the Hell Not?

2005-05-24T01:46:35Z

http://kinkyfriedman.com/blog/

Today we unveiled our new campaign web site, new campaign art by Guy Juke and announced the hiring of TV adman Bill Hillsman.

Hillsman is the guy Slate.com called the "world's greatest political adman." He's going to work with former U.S. Senator Dean Barkley (I-Minn.) who we brought on board last month. The two of them helped Jesse Ventura get elected Governor of Minnesota.

This campaign is for real, folks. We're putting together a heck of a team, and they're going to draw on homegrown Texas talent to help us find a way to make that Lone Star shine again.

There are three things you can do right now to help knock down that windmill of politics as usual and help in our quest to de-wussify Texas:

1) Contribute: As Kinky says, "A journey of a thousand miles always starts with a cash advance." We hired the best in the business, now we gotta pay 'em.

3) Tell your friends about the campaign using our form.

3) Collect names: Find out who else wants Kinky on the ballot and sign 'em up. Download the Lone Star Pledge kit and start signing people up today!

and thanks to In the Pink for covering us -- although for the record, the web site's not by Guy Juke, it's by Miracle Multimedia.
thanks everybody!

I do not understand

2005-05-23T15:45:27Z

On my ride to work I saw one of those magnetic ribbon things that usually say something like "Support our troops" or somesuch. This one said "Early Detection Saves Lives." I am boggling at what this could mean. Anybody know?

teX-Day 2005

2005-05-17T05:42:59Z

http://www.subgenius.com/bigfist/fun/devivals/teX-Day_05/index.html

Stang version:

Celebrity-only turnout, gorgeous weather, excellent music and brainraping. The weirdo-hating neighbors did not storm the compound with torches, merely lurked at the perimeter trying to videotape things and titties through long lenses.

Wei and I did not attend the Sex Temple events late Saturday night. Not the ones at High Rock Ranch, anyway. I'm eager to hear, not see, how those went.

Just being back in Texas is Slack enough, if you're in the right parts of Texas, such the Mexican restaurants near G. Gordon Gordon's house in Austin. (Not Taco Bell.) The Stang Ranch and High Rock Ranch aren't bad either. At Stang Ranch, the goats shit their pellets into X shapes, rocks and nuclear power collant pipes crack along X-shaped lines, and at High Rock Ranch, the fire ants and scorpions build mounds in X patterns. The bull-nettle leaves X-shaped welts.

Other parts of Texas are nightmarishly Pink and corny, like the Houston airport. But even there, bulldada can be found. There is a larger-than-life brass statue of Emperor George Bush I that I swear to GOBBS must be a joke. This statue is terribly noble, of course; George is facing purposefully into a STRONG WIND, which is blowing the jacket he's carrying over his shoulder, blowing it so forcefully that it's flapping straight out behind him. But certain aspects of the statue make it hard not to interpret this as his jacket being blown by a TREMENDOUS FART he's emitting. His left hand, swinging back near his BUTT in mid-stride, is clutching a thick book with the words "WINDS OF CHANGE" on the cover. The name of the statue itself is "Winds of Change."

Everything at teX-Day was as advertised. There were multiple Buzz Lightyear Launchings, both sacred and profane, using both rockets and golf clubs; the rock band Bright Shadow and the speed death hate metal band Lesh-Nyhan played; there was a huge bonfire, presided over by Bobot, the famous robot from #subgenius on IRC; there was COFFEE; ranters ranted and The Great Groovy Neptune started a Dr-jam that grew to encompass much of the audience and all of the grubby little kids, and all of THEIR TOYS.

We knew many of the SubGenii there, the Old FrankenDoktors like Dr. G. Gordon Gordon, Dok Frop, Sister Decadence, and Col. Sphinx Drummond, and also some of the nice SubGenius Youth from IRC-land, that we had met at the previous Tricksterian devival -- Revs. Dreadstone, Dragonfly, Maggie, Simon Zero, and some whose names are blocked out right now because of the drugs. I had a canker sore and had to keep putting drugs in my mouth. I finally met the crusty but benign Rev. Chupacabra, who is OLD AS ME! I had been under the mistaken impression he was a young fellow, and kept wondering, "Who the hell is that cantankerous old redneck, hanging around acting all familiar??"

A major highlight for me was seeing The Great Groovy Neptune perform live for HOURS, and filming them from the stage. I was already a big fan of this band's psychedelia and mind-control music, as heard on Bobsongs CDs and the 6X-Day video. The jam was like the old Drs. 4 Wotan days, only with girls around. I also got what should be a good video/audio of Loke E. Coyote's solo set. Plenty of Hour of Slack fodder once I decompress it all.

Rev. John Boy of The Great Groovy Neptune blew my mind by handing me, for the "Bob" Museum, a god damned YETI STATUE that he had made -- very well crafted, about the size and detailing of a Ray Harryhausen stop-motion model. If I could talk some insane genius into building a ball and socket stop motion model skeleton just the right size, and another insane genius to imbed it in a foam rubber copy of this Yeti sculpture, and another insane genius to spend three years animating it and building sets...

High Rock Ranch itself is the real star of teX-Day. Wei and I spent a lot of time just exploring and inspecting. There are 50 acres with antbed-like trails running through VERY DECORATED WOODS, with artwork, Mysterious Objects and shiny baubles everywhere. Miniature gardens, tiny gnome ranches under trees, Xmas ornaments and Mardi Gras beads hanging from trees like fruit, hidden grottos of weirdness, like the Blair Witch Project crossed with a disco. As I understand it, most of the art is by Rev. Hel, aka Jes, "Mrs. Trickster."

God almighty can she dance.

Wei is an amateur botanist and I'm an amateur zoologist, so we were in Hog Heaven investigating the intense bark patterns, say, or the intereactions between the three major ant species and the ant lions. Princess Wei thought I was pulling her leg about the ant lions.

She also thought jackelopes and squirrel-bats were merely the stuff of folk tales!

THE YETI STATUE SURVIVED THE TRIP and is now on the Miracle Mantelpiece with the Salacia Heart Candle, between the Smilodon Skull and the Pappy Stang Bust, beneath the matching "Bob"/Anti"Bob" Full Metal Dobbsheads.

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Chupacabra? Belief in sex-mad demon test nerves in Zanzibar

2005-05-17T05:14:38Z

CHAKE CHAKE, Tanzania (Reuters) - Mohammed Juma starts to sweat and fidget as he recalls his rape by Popo Bawa, the most feared spirit-monster of the Zanzibar spice islands.

"We believe reading the Koran is our only defence, nothing else," says the 41-year-old driver and father of four. "But Popo Bawa is real, and well prepared."

Holidaymakers on the Indian Ocean islands tend to smile dismissively at accounts in guidebooks of the bat-like ogre said to prey on men, women and children. But for superstitious Zanzibaris a visit from the sodomising gremlin is no joke.

Although no one ever has seen it, belief in the monster and his unnatural lust is so strong that entire villages will sleep out of doors for protection: Popo Bawa (Swahili for Bat's Wing) prefers to attack behind closed doors at night.

In huts set amid rustling groves of jackfruit and mangoes on Zanzibar's Pemba island, victims told Reuters in interviews that they detected a bad smell, became cold and went into a trance in the moments before they felt the creature's inhuman strength.

Some attacks were heralded by the sound of giant wings and claws rattling and scraping on huts' tin roofs. Others cringed in terror at what sounded like a car engine ticking over.

"We heard a rustling on the roof," recalls Asha Saleh, in her late 50s, in Machomanne village near Pemba's main town of Chake Chake. "I felt someone fondling me. I felt very cold. I felt weak," she said, recalling the attack some 35 years ago.

LEGENDS

"I couldn't call out for help to my husband who was lying asleep beside me. Popo Bawa is strong: He really presses down on you. And it took such a long time: One hour! Eventually I lost consciousness. And I was one of many who were attacked."

Successive waves of colonisers and traders -- Arabs, Portuguese, Hindus, Chinese, Britons, Persians and Africans -- left behind a multinational array of legends on Zanzibar.

Accordingly, many dismiss Popo Bawa as another of the satanic stories swapped over the centuries by migratory Indian Ocean peoples as they moved back and forth on the tides from Indonesia to the Comoros, from Madagascar to the Maldives.

Zanzibar's distinctive past as an Arab-run slave market prompted some academics to speculate that the story of Popo Bawa emerged from a collective race memory of the horrors of slavery.

But Popo Bawa is unlike the many goblins believed by the islanders to populate the tall grasses that ring their huts.

Many on the islands are adept at exorcisms, placing charms at the base of fig trees or sacrificing goats to avert evil or draw favour from the spirit world.

So experienced are the isles' traditional healers that they draw visitors from the Gulf and east Africa, with the successful amassing riches and prestige.

But no placatory offering or witch doctor can deflect Popo Bawa when he has made his mind up to strike, islanders say.

The monster favours Pemba, the poorer and more backward of the archipelago's twin islands despite being home to the clove plantations that provide the mainstay of Zanzibar's economy.

He also becomes active at election time: a habit that is testing nerves ahead of polls due in October.

His last major visitation was during elections in 1995, when Juma says he endured his terrifying ordeal, although some reported his presence again in 2000 and in 2001.

"APOLITICAL"

Pemba's population are staunch opposition supporters. Many accuse the ruling party of Tanzanian President Benjamin Mkapa of neglecting the island since 1964, when Zanzibar merged with mainland Tanganyika to form the United Republic of Tanzania.

But Juma says Popo Bawa is apolitical even though electoral emotions seem to summon him from the beyond. "He can strike even if the opposition wins the elections," he said.

The driver vows to do his utmost to avoid what happened to him back in 1995 as he sat alone late one evening.

I have alibis.

"Many were afraid and were sleeping outside. But I was confident and was alone in my room. I was reading the Koran for protection. After about 20 minutes I started feeling sleepy. I heard something falling on the roof. I continued reciting. I started feeling something in the room.

"I felt my mouth becoming bigger and bigger. I started losing my ability to form words. My feeling was that my lower lip had stretched to my lap. I felt weak in my body. I became very sweaty. My experience was like that of a neighbour of mine who said his head seemed to grow to an enormous size."

Popo Bawa gets annoyed if villagers deny his existence -- a fact to which Khamis Juma Hamad says he can testify.

Hamad, a retired village chief now aged 75, said that in 1971 Popo Bawa spoke to terrified villagers on Pemba through a girl possessed by the monster.

"I am Popo Bawa," said the girl, called Fatuma, speaking in the unnaturally deep voice of a man. "You have challenged my existence so I have come to prove I am here."

Seconds later, he says, the villagers heard the sound of a car revving and a rustle on a nearby roof -- signs of Popo Bawa. "The people felt cold, almost paralysed. They were terrified."

Debunking conspiracy theorists' paranoid fantasies about Sept. 11

2005-05-05T05:15:31Z

DirecT from corrosion!

http://www.kuro5hin.org/story/2005/4/28/104931/652

By balsamic vinigga
Fri Apr 29th, 2005 at 10:54:34 PM EST
Politics

by Gerard Holmgren debunker@hotmail.com

Copyright Gerard Holmgren. Jan 2003.

This work may be freely copied and distributed without permission as long as it not for commercial use. Please include the author's name, the web address where you found it and the copyright notice.

Astute observers of history are aware that for every notable event there will usually be at least one ,often several wild conspiracy theories which spring up around it. "The CIA killed Hendrix" " The Pope had John Lennon murdered ", "Hitler was half Werewolf", "Space aliens replaced Nixon with a clone" etc,etc. The bigger the event, the more ridiculous and more numerous are the fanciful rantings which circulate in relation to it.

So its hardly surprising that the events of Sept 11 2001 have spawned their fair share of these ludicrous fairy tales. And as always, there is - sadly - a small but gullible percentage of the population eager to lap up these tall tales, regardless of facts or rational analysis.

One of the wilder stories circulating about Sept 11, and one that has attracted something of a cult following amongst conspiracy buffs is that it was carried out by 19 fanatical Arab hijackers, masterminded by an evil genius named Osama bin Laden, with no apparent motivation other than that they "hate our freedoms."

Never a group of people to be bothered by facts, the perpetrators of this cartoon fantasy have constructed an elaborately woven web of delusions and unsubstantiated hearsay in order to promote this garbage across the internet and the media to the extent that a number of otherwise rational people have actually fallen under its spell.

Normally I don't even bother debunking this kind of junk, but the effect that this paranoid myth is beginning to have requires a little rational analysis, in order to consign it to the same rubbish bin as all such silly conspiracy theories.

These crackpots even contend that the extremist Bush regime was caught unawares by the attacks, had no hand in organizing them, and actually would have stopped them if it had been able. Blindly ignoring the stand down of the US air-force, the insider trading on airline stocks - linked to the CIA, the complicit behavior of Bush on the morning of the attacks, the controlled demolition of the WTC, the firing of a missile into the Pentagon and a host of other documented proofs that the Bush regime was behind the attacks, the conspiracy theorists stick doggedly to a silly story about 19 Arab hijackers somehow managing to commandeer 4 planes simultaneously and fly them around US airspace for nearly 2 hours ,crashing them into important buildings, without the US intelligence services having any idea that it was coming, and without the Air Force knowing what to do.

The huge difficulties with such a stupid story force them to invent even more preposturous stories to distract from its core silliness, and thus the tale has escalated into a mythic fantasy of truly gargantuan proportions.

It's difficult to apply rational analysis to such unmitigated stupidity, but that is the task which I take on in this article. However, it should be noted that one of the curious characteristics of conspiracy theorists is that they effortlessly change their so called evidence in response to each aspect which is debunked. As soon as one delusion is unmasked, they simply invent another to replace it, and deny that the first ever existed. Eventually, when they have turned full circle through this endlessly changing fantasy fog , they then re-invent the original delusion and deny that you ever debunked it, thus beginning the circle once more. This technique is known as "the fruit loop" and saves the conspiracy theorist from ever having to see any of their ideas through to their (ill)logical conclusions.

According to the practitioners of the fruit loop, 19 Arabs took over the 4 planes by subduing the passengers and crew through the use of guns,knives,box cutters and gas, and then used electronic guidance systems which they had smuggled on board to fly the planes to their targets.

The suspension of disbelief required for this outrageous concoction is only for the hard core conspiracy theorist. For a start, they conveniently skip over the awkward fact that there weren't any Arabs on the planes. If there were, one must speculate that they somehow got on board without being filmed by any of the security cameras and without being registered on the passenger lists. But the curly question of how they are supposed to have got on board is all too mundane for the exciting world of the conspiracy theorist. With vague mumblings that they must have been using false ID ( but never specifying which IDs they are alleged to have used, or how these were traced to their real identities), they quickly bypass this problem, to relate exciting and sinister tales about how some of the fictitious fiends were actually searched before boarding because they looked suspicious. However, as inevitably happens with any web of lies, this simply paints them into an even more difficult corner. How are they supposed to have got on board with all that stuff if they were searched ? And if they used gas in a confined space, they would have been affected themselves unless they also had masks in their luggage.

"Excuse me sir, why do you have a boxcutter, a gun, a container of gas, a gas mask and an electronic guidance unit in your luggage?"

"A present for your grandmother? Very well sir, on you get."

"Very strange", thinks the security officer. "That's the fourth Arabic man without an Arabic name who just got on board with a knife, gun or boxcutter and gas mask. And why does that security camera keep flicking off every time one these characters shows up? Must be one of those days I guess..."

Asking any of these basic questions to a conspiracy theorist is likely to cause a sudden leap to the claim that we know that they were on board because they left a credit card trail for the tickets they had purchased and cars they had rented. So if they used credit cards that identified them, how does that reconcile with the claim that they used false IDs to get on to the plane? But by this time ,the fruit loop is in full swing, as the conspiracy theorist tries to stay one jump ahead of this annoying and awkward rational analysis.They will allege that the hijackers' passports were found at the crash scenes. "So there!" they exalt triumphantly, their fanatical faces lighting up with that deranged look of one who has just a revelation of questionable sanity.

Hmm? So they got on board with false IDs but took their real passports with them? However, by this time the fruit loop has been completely circumnavigated,and the conspiracy theorist exclaims impatiently, "Who said anything about false IDs? We know what seats they were sitting in! Their presence is well documented!" And so the whole loop starts again. "Well, why aren't they on the passenger lists?"

"You numbskull! They assumed the identities of other passengers!" And so on...

Finally, out of sheer fascination with this circular method of creative delusion , the rational sceptic will allow them to get away with this loop, in order to move on to the next question, and see what further delights await us in the unraveling of this marvelously stupid story.

"Uh, how come their passports survived fiery crashes that completely incinerated the planes and all the passengers? " The answer of course is that its just one of those strange co-incidences, those little quirks of fate that do happen from time to time. You know, like the same person winning the lottery four weeks in a row. The odds are astronomical, but these things do happen...

This is another favourite deductive method of the conspiracy theorist. The "improbability drive" , in which they decide upon a conclusion without any evidence whatsoever to support it, and then continually speculate a series of wildly improbable events and unbelievable co-incidences to support it, shrugging off the implausibility of each event with the vague assertion that sometimes the impossible happens (just about all the time in their world). There is a principle called "Occam's razor" which suggests that in the absence of evidence to the contrary, the simplest explanation is most likely to be correct. Conspiracy theorists hate Occam's razor.

Having for the sake of amusement, allowed them to get away with with the silly story of the 19 invisible Arabs, we move on to the question of how they are supposed to have taken over the planes.

Hijacking a plane is not an easy thing to do. Hijacking it without the pilot being able to alert ground control is near impossible. The pilot has only to punch in a four digit code to alert ground control to a hijacking. Unconcerned with the awkward question of plausibility, the conspiracy buffs maintain that on that Sept 11, the invisible hijackers took over the plane by the rather crude method of threatening people with boxcutters and knives, and spraying gas (after they had attached their masks, obviously), but somehow took control of the plane without the crew first getting a chance to punch in the hijacking code. Not just on one plane, but on all four. At this point in the tale, the conspiracy theorist is again forced to call upon the services of the improbability drive.

So now that our incredibly lucky hijackers have taken control of the planes, all four pilots fly them with breath taking skill and certainty to their fiery end, all four pilots unflinching in their steely resolve for a swift meeting with Allah. Apart from their psychotic hatred of "our freedoms" , it was their fanatical devotion to Islam which enabled them to summon up the iron will to do this. Which is strange, because according to another piece of hearsay peddled by the conspiracy buffs, these guys actually went out drinking and womanizing the night before their great martyrdom, even leaving their Korans in the bar -really impeccable Islamic behavior - and then got up at 5am the next morning to pull off the greatest covert operation in history. This also requires us to believe that they were even clear headed enough to learn how to fly the huge planes by reading flight manuals in Arabic in the car on the way to the airport. We know this because they supposedly left the flight manuals there for us to find.

It gets better. Their practical training had allegedly been limited to Cessnas and flight simulators, but this was no barrier to the unflinching certainty with which they took over the planes and skillfully guided them to their doom. If they are supposed to have done their flight training with these tools, which would be available just about anywhere in the world, its not clear why they would have decided to risk blowing their cover to US intelligence services by doing the training in Florida, rather than somewhere in the Middle East, but such reasoning is foreign to the foggy world of the conspiracy theorist , too trapped in the constant rotation of the mental fruit loop to make their unsubstantiated fabrications seem even semi-believable.

Having triumphantly established a circular delusion in support of the mythical Arabs, the conspiracy theorist now confronts the difficult question of why there's nothing left of the planes. Anybody who has seen the endlessly replayed footage of the second plane going into the WTC will realize that the plane was packed with explosives. Planes do not and cannot blow up into nothing in that manner when they crash.

Did the mythical Arabs also haul a huge heap of explosives on board, and mange to deploy them in such a manner that they went off in the exact instant of the crash, completely vapourizing the plane? This is a little difficult even for the conspiracy theorist, who at this point decides that its easier to invent new laws of physics in order to keep the delusion rolling along.

There weren't any explosives. It wasn't an inside job. The plane blew up into nothing from its exploding fuel load! Remarkable! Sluggishly combustible jet fuel which is basically kerosine,and which burns at a maximum temperature of around 800 C has suddenly taken on the qualities of a ferociously explosive demolition agent, vapourizing 65 tons of aircraft into a puff of smoke. Never mind that a plane of that size contains around 15 tons of steel and titanium, of which even the melting points are about double that of the maximum combustion temperature of kerosine - let alone the boiling point - which is what would be required to vapourize a plane. And then there's about 50 tons of aluminium to be accounted for. In excess of 15lbs of metal for each gallon of kerosine.

For the conspiracy theorist, such inconvenient facts are vaguely dismissed as "mumbo jumbo". This convenient little phrase is their answer to just about anything factual or logical. Like a conjurer pulling a rabbit out of a hat, they suddenly become fanatically insistent about the devastating explosive qualities of kerosine, something hitherto completely unknown to science, but just discovered by them, this very minute. Blissfully ignoring the fact that never before or since in aviation history has a plane vapourized into nothing from an exploding fuel load, the conspiracy theorist relies upon Hollywood images, where the effects are are always larger than life, and certainly larger than the intellects of these cretins.

"Its a well known fact that planes blow up into nothing on impact." they state with pompous certainty. "Watch any Bruce Willis movie."

"Care to provide any documented examples? If it's a well known fact, then presumably this well known fact springs from some kind of documentation - other than Bruce Willis movies ?"

At this point the mad but cunning eyes of the conspiracy theorist will narrow as they sense the corner that they have backed themselves into, and plan their escape by means of another stunning backflip.

"Ah, but planes have never crashed into buildings before, so there's no way of telling." they counter with a sly grin.

Well, actually planes have crashed into buildings before and since, and not vapourized into nothing.

"But not big planes, with that much fuel ", they shriek in hysterical denial.

Or that much metal to vapourize.

"Yes but not hijacked planes!"

"Are you suggesting that whether the crash is deliberate or accidental affects the combustion qualities of the fuel?"

"Now you're just being silly".

Although collisions with buildings are rare, planes frequently crash into mountains, streets, other aircraft, nosedive into the ground,or have bombs planted aboard them, and don't vapourize into nothing. What's so special about a tower that's mostly glass? But by now, the conspiracy theorist has once again sailed happily around the fruit loop. "Its a well documented fact that planes explode into nothing on impact."

Effortlessly weaving back and forth between the position that its a "well known fact" and that "its never happened before, so we have nothing to compare it to", the conspiracy theorist has now convinced themselves ( if not too many other people) that the WTC plane was not loaded with explosives, and that the instant vapourization of the plane in a massive fireball was the same as any other plane crash you might care to mention. Round and round the fruit. loop...

But the hurdles which confront the conspiracy theorist are many, and they are now forced to implement even more creative uses for the newly discovered shockingly destructive qualities of kerosine. They have to explain how the Arabs also engineered the elegant veritcal collapse of both the WTC towers, and for this awkward fact the easiest counter is to simply deny that it was a controlled demolition, and claim that the buildings collapsed from fire caused by the burning kerosine.

For this, its necessary to sweep aside the second law of thermodynamics and propose kerosine which is not only impossibly destructive, but also recycles itself for a second burning in violation of the law of degradation of energy. You see, it not only consumed itself in a sudden catastrophic fireball , vapourizing a 65 ton plane into nothing, but then came back for a second go, burning at 2000C for another hour at the impact point, melting the skyscraper's steel like butter. And while it was doing all this it also poured down the elevator shafts, starting fires all through the building. When I was at school there was a little thing called the entropy law which suggests that a given portion of fuel can only burn once, something which is readily observable in the real world, even for those who didn't make it to junior high school science. But this is no problem for the conspiracy theorist. Gleefully, they claim that a few thousand gallons of kerosine is enough to

:completely vapourize a 65 ton aircraft

:have enough left over to burn ferociously enough for over an hour at the impact point to melt steel ( melting point about double the maximum combustion temperature of the fuel )

:still have enough left over to pour down the elevator shafts and start similarly destructive fires all through the building.

This kerosine really is remarkable stuff! How chilling to realize that those kerosine heaters we had in the house when I was a kid were deadly bombs, just waiting to go off. One false move and the entire street might have been vapourized. And never again will I take kerosine lamps out camping. One moment you're there innocently holding the lamp - the next - kapow! Vapourized into nothing along with with the rest of the camp site, and still leaving enough of the deadly stuff to start a massive forest fire.

These whackos are actually claiming that the raging inferno allegedly created by the miraculously recycling, and impossibly hot burning kerosine melted or at least softened the steel supports of the skyscraper. Oblivious to the fact that the smoke coming from the WTC was black, which indicates an oxygen starved fire -therefore, not particularly hot, they trumpet an alleged temperature in the building of 2000 C , without a shred of evidence to support this curious suspension of the laws of physics.

Not content with this ludicrous garbage, they then contend that as the steel frames softened, they came straight down instead of buckling and twisting and falling sideways.

Since they're already re-engineered the combustion qualities of jet fuel, violated the second law of thermodynamics, and re-defined the structural properties of steel, why let a little thing like the laws of gravity get in the way?

The tower fell in a time almost identical to that of a free falling object, dropped from that height, meaning that its physically impossible for it to have collapsed by the method of the top floors smashing through the lower floors. But according to the conspiracy theorists, the laws of gravity were temporarily suspended on the morning of Sept 11. It appears that the evil psychic power of those dreadful Arabs knew no bounds. Even after they were dead, they were able, by the power of their evil spirits, to force down the tower at a speed physically impossible under the laws of gravity, had it been meeting any resistance from fireproofed steel structures originally designed to resist many tons of hurricane force wind as well as the impact of a Boeing passenger jet straying off course.

Clearly, these conspiracy nuts never did their science homework at school, but did become extremely adept at inventing tall tales for why.

"Muslim terrorists stole my notes, sir"

"No miss, the kerosine heater blew up and vapourized everything in the street, except for my passport."

"You see sir, the schoolbus was hijacked by Arabs who destroyed my homework because they hate our freedoms."

Or perhaps they misunderstood the term "creative science" and mistakenly thought that coming up with such rubbish was in fact, their science homework.

The ferocious heat generated by this ghastly kerosine was, according to the conspiracy theorists, the reason why so many of the WTC victims can't be identified. DNA is destroyed by heat. (Although 2000 C isn't really required, 100C will generally do the job.) This is quite remarkable, because according to the conspiracy theorist, the nature of DNA suddenly changes if you go to a different city.

That's right! If you are killed by an Arab terrorist in NY, your DNA will be destroyed by such temperatures. But if you are killed by an Arab terrorist in Washington DC, your DNA will be so robust that it can survive temperatures which completely vapourize a 65 ton aircraft.

You see, these loonies have somehow concocted the idea that the missile which hit the pentagon was not a missile at all, but one of the hijacked planes. And to prove this unlikely premise, they point to a propaganda statement from the Bush regime, which rather stupidly claims that all but one of the people aboard the plane were identified from the site by DNA testing, even though nothing remains of the plane. The plane was vapourized by the fuel tank explosion maintain these space loonies, but the people inside it were all but one identified by DNA testing.

So there we have it. The qualities of DNA are different, depending upon which city you're in, or perhaps depending upon which fairy story you're trying to sell at any particular time.

This concoction about one of the hijacked planes hitting the Pentagon really is a howler. For those not familiar with the layout of the Pentagon, it consists of 5 rings of building, each with a space inbetween. Each ring of building is about 30 to 35 ft deep, with a similar amount of open space between it and the next ring. The object which penetrated the Pentagon went in at about a 45 degree angle, punching a neat circular hole of about a 12 ft diameter through three rings ( six walls).A little later a section of wall about 65 ft wide collapsed in the outer ring. Since the plane which the conspiracy theorists claim to be responsible for the impact had a wing span of 125 ft and a length of 155 ft, and there was no wreckage of the plane, either inside or outside the building, and the lawns outside were still smooth and green enough to play golf on, this crazy delusion is clearly physically impossible.

But hey, we've already disregarded the combustion qualities of jet fuel, the normal properties of common building materials, the properties of DNA, the laws of gravity and the second law of thermodynamics, so what the hell - why not throw in a little spatial impossibility as well ? I would have thought that the observation that a solid object cannot pass through another solid object without leaving a hole at least as big as itself is reasonably sound science. But to the conspiracy theorist, this is "mumbo jumbo". It conflicts with the delusion that they're hooked on, so it "must be wrong" although trying to get them to explain exactly how it could be wrong is a futile endeavour.

Conspiracy theorists fly into a curious panic whenever the Pentagon missile is mentioned.They nervously maintain that the plane was vapourized by it's exploding fuel load and point to the WTC crash as evidence of this behavior. (That's a wonderful fruit loop.) Like an insect which has just been sprayed, running back and forth in its last mad death throes, they first argue that the reason the hole is so small is that the plane never entered the wall, having blown up outside, and then suddenly backflip to explain the 250 ft deep missile hole by saying that the plane disappeared all the way into the building, and then blew up inside the building (even though the building shows no sign of such damage). As for what happened to the wings - here's where they get really creative. The wings snapped off and folded into the fuselage which then carried them into the building, which then closed up behind the plane like a piece of meat.

When it suits them, they'll also claim that the plane slid in on its belly, (ignoring the undamaged lawn) while at the same time citing alleged witnesses to the plane diving steeply into the building from an "irrecoverable angle." How they reconcile these two scenarios as being compatible is truly a study in stupidity.

Once they get desperate enough, you can be sure that the UFO conspiracy stuff will make an appearance. The Arabs are in league with the Martians. Space aliens snatched the remains of the Pentagon plane and fixed most of the hole in the wall, just to confuse people. They gave the Arabs invisibility pills to help get them onto the planes. Little green men were seen talking to Bin Laden a few weeks prior to the attacks.

As the nation gears up to impeach the traitor Bush, and stop his perpetual oil war, it's not helpful to have these idiots distracting from the process by spreading silly conspiracy theories about mythical Arabs, stories which do nothing but play into the hands of the extremist Bush regime.

At a less serious time, we might tolerate such crackpots with amused detachment, but they need to understand that the treachery that was perpetrated on Sept 11, and the subsequent war crimes committed in "retaliation" are far too serious for us to allow such frivolous self indulgence to go unchallenged.

Those who are truly addicted to conspiracy delusions should find a more appropriate outlet for their paranoia.

Its time to stop loony conspiracy theories about Sept 11.

Don't Do It.

2005-05-04T14:55:50Z

http://www.compfused.com/directlink/244/

http://www.wftv.com/slideshow/2691965/detail.html?qs=;s=3;w=400

Wheelie anyone?

2005-05-04T14:45:12Z

http://www.vespaclubroma.it/filmati/nicola.mpg

And on another note. Looks like I need a ride to teX-Day on Friday after 4:00!

I may ride my scooter but it cant haul me, a bedroll and massive quanities of beer and frop.

No, you're not special.

2005-05-03T02:07:37Z

"Okay, let me see it," I said to the drunken bar slut.
"See what?" she inquired.
"This gold-plated vagina of yours. I'd like to actually verify this
fact," I replied.
"I have no idea what you're talking about, psycho," was her response.
"Lady, if your labia aren't covered in precious metals, then neither
yours nor anyone else's are as special as you like to think," I
explained to her. "Everyone seems to have this idea that they're
unique, valuable, or otherwise worth something above what the other
six billion humans are. The fact is, you're not. You're
interchangeable and ultimately, you're just going to rot like the rest
of them. You can throw out those thoughts of personal dignity because
we both know you're going to go for another idiot who spent more money
on clothing than I did. He's going to get you knocked up and beat you
a few times. Maybe you'll get some sense into your head and leave
him, maybe you won't. Maybe he won't actually hit you, only sleep
with your best friend behind your back and ignore your needs. Either
way, you WILL find yourself wondering where you went wrong. And I
still won't give a damn about you, because you're just one more hunk
of wailing meat to me," I mused.
Then three frat boys kicked the shit out of me for talking to a woman
they decided should be theirs, if one of them got the courage to
approach her.

Get Ready for teXday. Praise bob.

2005-04-29T17:51:30Z

http://www.wiccabilly.com/texday/

All SubGenii know the PROPHECY which tells us that the guys from Planet X will arrive on Earth on July 5, 1998. The Slack Fist of Retrieval will come for all dues paying SubGeniuses, convert us to Overmen and Uberwomen, and take us on the galactic pleasure ships for an eternity of bliss and sex. Then the Stark Fist of Removal will destroy the Earth and all the Con dupes, glorps and pink boys who get left behind.

Well, 7/5/1998 came and went, but X-Day didn't happen. Well, alright, X-Day happened, thousands of SubGeniuses were ready and waiting, but the saucers didn't show up. There are many possible explanations. Some say that the Prophecy is right, but 1998 hasn't come yet because the Con has been screwing with our calendars for thousands of years. Others believe that the Prophecy was distorted by having the year upside down - that X-Day will happen in 8661 instead of 1998. It's possible, even likely we have NO IDEA what year it actually is. But we DO KNOW that X-Day will be on 7/5... Or DO WE?

Perhaps X-Day isn't on 7/5, but rather on 5/7. Hell, dates are written differently all over the world. Maybe it's a CULTURAL MISTRANSLATION and the saucers are really coming on May 7th. After all, Bob spelled backwards is still boB, but 7/5 backwards is 5/7!

WHAT IF X-Day is really going to happen in May?
Can YOU afford to be LEFT BEHIND?
Will YOU be caught with your PANTS DOWN?

How will you feel, as a dues paying SubGenius, when the Xists arrive TWO MONTHS EARLY and you are hopelessly chasing the departing saucers with your pants around your ankles and a piece of toilet paper stuck to your shoe? Sure, you'll get TRIPLE YOUR MONEY BACK, but what comfort will that be when you are forced to spend your remaining few hours of life SURROUNDED BY PINKS? You will probably be grateful when the Stark Fist of Removal destroys the Earth and puts an end to their WAILING and GNASHING OF TEETH.

FEAR NOT! For the Church of the SubGenius likes to hedge its bets, and so, with the help of Loke E. Coyote's Wiccabilly Circus, we are staging the First Annual teX-Day Survival Drill and Devival. Sure we'll still gather in Brushwood in July, ASSUMING WE'RE STILL HERE, but smart money says we should all get our asses to Texas in May, JUST IN CASE.

PRAISE BOB!

HAIL CONNIE!

BE THERE!

ALOHA!

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