Perfect Failure : The Tao of Spencer

" I'm a Failure :-) "

The Remainders suffered 

Total Defeat

Remove the Scots and the Irish from the equation - 

despite the corruption of Cosmopolitan Urban Elites and their Identity Politics, The English and The Welsh voted  overwhelmingly to Leave and came out in their droves to say so - this was an absolute landside.

The Remainders were utterly routed at the ballot box - they have been decisively beaten, and taken a blow to their confidence that will shatter all of their assumptions and from which they will never recover.

WE ARE GODZILLA

YOU ARE JAPAN

and from now on, things are going to be done a little differently around here....

You have been weighed,

You have been measured,

And you have been found wanting a pair of Big Brass Testes.

Well, you're very fortunate, in that case....

Because take a good look at theses, boys...

YOU HAVE HIT ROCK BOTTOM

WHICH MEANS THAT FOR YOU, THINGS CAN ONLY GET BETTER...

AND THE ONLY WAY IS UP, BABY...

4U + ME, NOW

"Jesus, this is such an obviously dull and foredoomed notion that I don't have much stomach for it, myself ... and frankly I doubt if we could generate much stomach for it in anybody else.

This visceral reaction just occurred to me, about eighteen seconds ago. And now, after eighty more seconds of further reflection, I can see where 

I couldn't possibly involve myself in any kind of political effort, next year, that wouldn't focus on
 TOTAL VICTORY OR DEFEAT 
in November 1972. 

Anything less than that would deprive us, I think, of that energy edge that comes with running an honest, full-bore campaign... and the loss of that edge would be fatal to the only advantage we have. 


What we have to decide, then, is what exactly would constitute a flat-out run for a "victory" in '72....

Hunter S. Thompson,

Manifesto for Project Iguana,

Woody Creek, 1971

1972 Presidential Election Result,
November 7th 1972

"The Strength of this Movement is that we are consistently, and systematically UNDERESTIMATED by The Opposition, who do not know truly what it is that we got.

And we accept that.

We Accept That."

- Bro. Steve Cokely

Agape (Ancient Greek: ἀγάπη, agápē) is 

"love: the highest form of love, charity; the love of God for man and of man for God."

Not to be confused with "philēo" – brotherly love – agápē embraces a universal, unconditional love that transcends, that serves regardless of circumstances. 

The noun form first occurs in the Septuagint, but the verb form goes as far back as Homer, translated literally as affection, as in "greet with affection" and "show affection for the dead." 

Other ancient authors have used forms of the word to denote love of a spouse or family, or affection for a particular activity, in contrast to philia (an affection that could denote friendship, brotherhood or generally non-sexual affection) and eros, an affection of a sexual nature.


In Christianity Agape is considered to be the love originating from God or Christ for humankind.

In the New Testament, it refers to the covenant love of God for humans, as well as the human reciprocal love for God; the term necessarily extends to the love of one's fellow man...

Harrowing of Hell : Christ leads Adam by the hand. 
On scroll in border, the motto 'Entre tenir Dieu le viuelle'

Jesus Christ was tried on a Thursday, 
Crucified and Buried on a Friday, 
and raised up and returned to Life and Eternal Glory on a Monday.

And from Friday, through Sunday, Christ went to went to Hell....

And Life, followed with Him....





  "The whole world's watching! 
Knock me out!!

Harder! 
Can you hit hard? 

Hit me harder!

Yeah!

My mother hits harder than that!
Come on!!

A little harder. 
Hit me in the face!!

C'mon, Champ!

You ain't so bad!!
Ain't so bad!

You ain't nothin'!"

Fight Club - Homework scene from Adam Fletcher on Vimeo.

"This week, each one of you has a homework assignment. 

You’re gonna go out, you’re gonna start a fight with a total stranger…

[there’s a pause as he drools blood]

You’re gonna start a fight... 

...and you’re gonna lose."

"And you open the door and you step inside.

We're inside our hearts

Now imagine your pain as a white ball of healing light

That's right, your pain

The pain itself, is a white ball of healing light"

I DON'T THINK SO.

This is your Life, 

Good to the last drop

It doesn't get any better than this.

This is your life, 

and it's ending one minute at a time

This isn't a seminar. 

This isn't a weekend retreat.

Where you are now, you can't even imagine what the bottom will be like

Only after disaster can we be resurrected

It's only after you've lost everything that you're free to do anything

Nothing is Static 

Everything is Evolving

Everything is Falling Apart

This is your Life

Doesn't get any better than this

This is your Life

And it and it's ending one-minute at a time

You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake

You are the same decaying organic matter as everything else

We are all part of the same compost heap

We are the all singing, all dancing, crap of the world

You are not your bank account

You are not the clothes you wear

You are not the contents of your wallet

You are not your bowel cancer

You are not your grande latte

You are not the car you drive

You are not your fucking khakis

YOU HAVE TO GIVE UP

YOU HAVE TO GIVE UP

YOU HAVE TO REALIZE THAT SOMEDAY YOU WILL DIE

Until You Know That, 

YOU ARE USELESS

I say let me never be complete

I say may I never be content

I say deliver me from Swedish furniture

I say deliver me from clever art

I say deliver me from clear skin and perfect teeth

I say you have to give up

I say evolve, and let the chips fall where they may

This is your Life

Doesn't get any better than this

This is your Life

And it and it's ending one-minute at a time

YOU HAVE TO GIVE UP

YOU HAVE TO GIVE UP

I WANT YOU TO HIT ME, AS HARD AS YOU CAN

Welcome to Fight Club

If This is Your First Night - You have to Fight.

"No-1 wants 2 B defeated..."
Michael Jackson,

Beat It

"Wrong! Conan! What is Best in Life?"

Crush your enemies. 
See dem driven befo' you,
and
Hear dee lamentations of der vimmen.

"If you don’t understand your own weird, shitty side...

If you don’t understand the fact that there’s someone in there who will kill your mother, if need be – 

If you can’t take that on... 

If you can’t take that on board and realise that Charles Manson and me and you are not much different... 

That John Wayne Gacy and me and you are not much different 

– except that he did it. 

Y’know, there’s those days when I’m gonna kill that motherfucker over there – but we don’t do it.

But it’s in us, and it’s there. 

And so much of this is denial. 
That we have no dark side. 

You know: the hippies, and those lovely people in the rave era who were all on ecstasy – they tried to pretend we have no dark side. 

And what happened was they got fucked up by their own dark side. 

As will ALWAYS happen.

So let’s kiss our Dark Sides

Let’s FUCK our Dark Sides. 

Get him down there where He belongs. 

And He can tell us stuff.

 Y’know, that thing’s useful.

But above all: let’s become plex-creatures. 

Complex, superplex – be able to take on new personality traits; able to take on new ideas; able to adapt; 

able to extend our boundaries into what was previously the ‘Enemy Territory’ – 

until the point where 
We Become what was once our Enemy, 

and They are Us, 

and there is no distinction."

Grant Morrisson

GET BEHIND ME, SATAN !!