Tuesday, 9 February 2021

The Sentience of Animals

 







ON LOVE TO ONE'S OFFSPRING.

§ i. Appeals to foreign law-courts were first devised among the Greeks through mistrust of one another's justice, for they looked on justice as a necessity not indigenous among them. Is it not on much the same principle that the philosophers, in regard to some of their questions, owing to their variety of opinion, have appealed to the brute creation as to a strange state, and submitted the decision to their instincts and habits as not to be talked over 22and impartial? Or is it a general charge against human infirmity that, having different opinions on the most necessary and important things, we seek in horses and dogs and birds how to marry and beget and rear children, as though we had no means of making our own nature known, and appeal to the habits and instincts of the brute creation, and call them in to bear witness against the many deviations from nature in our lives, which from the first are confused and disorderly. For among the brutes nature remains ever the same, pure and simple, but in men, owing to reason and habit, like oil in the hands of the perfumers, being mixed up with many added opinions, it becomes various and loses its original simplicity. And let us not wonder that the brutes follow nature more closely than human beings, for in that respect even they are outstripped by inanimate things, which, being dowered neither with imagination nor any appetite or inclination contrary to nature, ever continue in the one path which nature has prescribed for them, as if they were tied and bound. But in brutes the gentleness of mood inspired by reason, the subtlety, the love of freedom, are not qualities found in excess, but they have unreasonable appetites and desires, and act in a roundabout way within certain limits, riding, as it were, at the anchor of nature, and only going straight under bit and bridle. But in man reason, which is absolute master, inventing different modes and fashions of life, has left no plain or evident trace of nature.44

§ ii. Consider in their marriages how much the animals follow nature. For they do not wait for any legislation about bachelor or late-married, like the citizens of Lycurgus and Solon, nor do they fear penalties for childlessness, nor are they anxious for the jus trium liberorum,45 like many of the Romans, who only marry and have children for the privileges it bestows, not to have heirs, but to be qualified for succeeding themselves to inheritances. Then, again, 23the male animal does not go with the female at all times; for its aim is not pleasure but procreation: so in the season of spring, the most appropriate time for such pairings,46 the female being submissive and tender attracts the male by her beautiful condition of body, coming as she does from the dew and fresh pastures, and when pregnant modestly retires and takes thought for the birth and safety of her offspring. We cannot adequately describe all this, but every animal exhibits for its young affection and forethought and endurance and unselfishness. We call the bee wise, and celebrate its "making the yellow honey,"47 flattering it for its tickling sweetness; but we neglect the wisdom and ingenuity of other creatures, both as regards the birth and bringing up of their young. For example, the kingfisher after conception weaves its nest with the thorns of the marine needle, making it round and oblong in shape like a fisherman's basket, and after deftly and closely weaving it together, subjects it to the action of the sea waves, that its surface may be rendered waterproof by this plash and cement, and it is hard for even iron or stone to break it. And what is more wonderful still, so symmetrically is the entrance of the nest adjusted to the kingfisher's shape and size, that no beast either greater or smaller can enter it, they even say that it does not admit the sea, or even the very smallest things. And cats, when they breed, very often let their kittens go out and feed, and take them back into their entrails again.48 And the bear, a most savage and ugly beast, gives birth to its young without shape or joints, and with its tongue as with an instrument moulds its features, so that it seems to give form as well as life to its progeny. And the lion in Homer, "whom the hunters meet in the wood with its whelps, exulting in its strength, which so frowns that it hides its eyes,"49 does it not intend to bargain with the hunters for its whelps? For universally the love of animals for their offspring makes timid ones bold, and lazy ones energetic, and greedy ones 24unselfish. And so the bird in Homer, feeding its young "with its beak, with whatever it has captured, even though it goes ill with itself,"50 nourishes its young at the cost of its own hunger, and when the food is near its maw abstains from it, and holds it tightly in its mouth, that it may not gulp it down unawares. "And so a bitch bestriding her tender pups, barks at a strange man, and yearns for the fray,"51 making her fear for them a sort of second anger. And partridges when they are pursued with their young let them fly on, and, contriving their safety, themselves fly so near the sportsmen as to be almost caught, and then wheel round, and again fly back and make the sportsmen hope to catch them, till at last, having thus provided for the safety of their young, they lead the sportsmen on a long way. As to hens, we see every day how they watch over their chicks, dropping their wings over some, and letting others climb on their backs, or anywhere about them, and clucking for joy all the time: and though they fly from dogs and dragons when only afraid for themselves, if they are afraid for their chicks they stand their ground and fight valiantly. Are we to suppose then that nature has only implanted these instincts in fowls and dogs and bears, anxious only about their offspring, to put us mortals out of countenance and to give us a bad name? considering these examples for us to follow, while disgrace justly attaches to our inhumanity, for mankind only is accused of having no disinterested affection, and of not knowing how to love except in regard to advantage. For that line is greatly admired in the theatres, "Man loves man only for reward," and is the view of Epicurus, who thinks that the father so loves his son, the mother her child, children their parents. Whereas, if the brutes could understand conversation, and if anyone were to introduce horses and cows and dogs and birds into a common theatre,52 and were to change the sentiment into "neither do dogs love their pups, nor horses their foals, nor birds their young, out 25of interest, but gratuitously and by nature," it would be recognized by the affections of all of them to be a true sentiment. Why it would be disgraceful, great God, that birth and travail and procreation should be gratis and mere nature among the beasts, while among mankind they should be merely mercenary transactions!

§ iii. But such a statement is not true or worthy of credit. For as nature, in wild growths, such as wild vines, wild figs, or wild olives, makes the fruit imperfect and inferior to the fruit of cultivated trees, so has she given to the brutes an imperfect affection for their kind, one neither marked by justice nor going beyond commodity: whereas to man, a logical and social animal, she has taught justice and law, and honour to the gods, and building of cities, and philanthropy, and has contributed the noble and goodly and fruitful seeds of all these in love to one's offspring, thereby following the very first elements that are found in the construction of the body. For nature is everywhere perfect and artistic and complete, and, to borrow the expression of Erasistratus, has nothing tawdry about her: but one cannot adequately describe all the processes appertaining to birth, nor would it be perhaps decent to pry too closely into such hidden matters, and to particularize too minutely all their wondrous ingenuity. But her contrivance and dispensation of milk alone is sufficient to prove nature's wonderful care and forethought. For all the superfluous blood in women, that owing to their languor and thinness of spirit floats about on the surface and oppresses them, has a safety-valve provided by nature in the menses, which relieve and cleanse the rest of the body, and fit the womb for conception in due season. But after conception nature stops the menses, and arrests the flow of the blood, using it as aliment for the babe in the womb, until the time arrives for its birth, and it requires a different kind of food. At this stage the blood is most ingeniously changed into a supply of milk, not diffused all over the body, but externally in the breasts, so that the babe can with its mouth imbibe the gentle and soothing nutriment.53 But all these various 26processes of nature, all this economy, all this forethought, would be useless, had not nature also implanted in mothers love to their offspring and anxiety for their welfare.

"For of all things, that on the earth do breatheOr creep, man is by far the wretchedest."54

And the poet's words are especially applicable to a newborn babe. For there is nothing so imperfect, so helpless, so naked, so shapeless, so foul as a newborn babe: to whom almost alone nature has given an impure outlet to the light of day: being kneaded with blood, and full of defilement, and like one killed rather than born: which no one would touch, or lift up, or kiss, or embrace, but from natural affection. And that is why all the animals have their udders under the belly, women alone have their breasts high on their bodies, that they can lift up their babes to kiss, to dandle, and to fondle: seeing that their bearing and rearing children comes not from necessity but love.

§ iv. Refer the question to the ancient inhabitants of the earth, to the first mothers and fathers. There was no law ordering them to have families, no expectation of advantage or return to be got out of them. I should rather say that mothers would be likely to be hostile and bear malice to their babes, owing to the great danger and pains of travail. And women say the lines, "When the sharp pangs of travail seize on the pregnant woman, then come to her aid the Ilithyiæ, who help women in hard childbirth, those daughters of Hera, goddesses of travail,"55 were not written by Homer, but by some Homerid who had been a mother, or was even then in the throes of travail, and who vividly felt the sharp pain in her womb. But the love to one's offspring implanted by nature, moves and influences the mother even then: in the very height of her throes, she neglects not nor flees from her babe, but turns to it and smiles at it, and takes it up and caresses it, though she derives no pleasure or utility from it, but with pain and sorrow receives it, "warming it and fostering it 27in swaddling clothes, with unintermittent assiduity both night and day."56 What hope of gain or advantage had they in those days? nay, or even now? for the hopes of parents are uncertain, and have to be long waited for. He who plants a vine in the spring equinox, gleans its vintage in the autumnal equinox; he who sows corn when the Pleiads set, reaps it when they rise; cattle and horses and birds have produce at once fit for use; whereas man's bringing up is toilsome, his growth slow; and as excellence flowers late, most fathers die before their sons attain to fame. Neocles lived not to see Themistocles' victory at Salamis, nor Miltiades Cimon's at the Eurymedon, nor did Xanthippus hear Pericles haranguing, nor did Aristo hear Plato philosophizing, nor did their fathers know of the triumphs of Euripides and Sophocles. They heard them faltering in speech and lisping in syllables, the poor parents saw their errors in revelling and drinking and love-affairs, so that of all Evenus'57 lines, that one alone is most remembered and quoted, "to a father a son is always a cause of fear or pain." Nevertheless, parents do not cease to bring up sons, even when they can least need them. For it is ridiculous to suppose that the rich, when they have sons, sacrifice and rejoice that they will have people to take care of them and to bury them; unless indeed they bring up sons from want of heirs; as if one could not find or fall in with anyone who would be willing to have another's property! Why, the sand on the sea shore, and the dust, and the wings of birds of varied note, are less numerous than the number of would-be heirs. For had Danaus, the father of fifty daughters, been childless, he would have had more heirs, and of a different spirit. For sons have no gratitude, nor regard, nor veneration for inheritance; but take it as a debt; whereas the voices of strangers which you hear round the childless man, are like those lines in the play, "O People, first bathe, after one decision in the courts, then eat, drink, gobble, take the three-obol-piece."58 And what Euripides has said, "Money finds friends for men, and has the greatest 28power among mankind," is not merely a general truth, but is especially true in the case of the childless. For those the rich entertain to dinner, those great men pay court to, to those alone orators give their services gratis. "A mighty personage is a rich man, whose heir is unknown." It has at any rate made many much loved and honoured, whom the possession of one child would have made unloved and insignificant. Whence we see that there is no power or advantage to be got from children, but that the love of them, alike in mankind as among the animals, proceeds entirely from nature.

§ v. What if this natural affection, like many other virtues, is obscured by badness, as a wilderness chokes a garden? Are we to say that man does not love himself by nature, because many cut their throats or throw themselves down precipices? Did not Œdipus put out his eyes? And did not Hegesias by his speeches make, many of his hearers to commit suicide?59 "Fatality has many different aspects."60 But all these are diseases and maladies of the soul driving a man contrary to nature out of his wits: as men themselves testify even against themselves. For if a sow destroys one of its litter, or a bitch one of its pups, men are dejected and troubled, and think it an evil omen, and sacrifice to the gods to avert any bad results, on the score that it is natural to all to love and cherish their offspring, unnatural to destroy it. For just as in mines the gold is conspicuous even though mixed up with earth, so nature manifests plainly love to offspring even in instances of faulty habits and affections. For when the poor do not rear their children, it is from fear that if reared to man's estate they would be more than ought to be the case servile, and have little culture, and be debarred of all advantages: so, thinking poverty the worst of all evils, they cannot bear to give it their children, any more than they would some bad disease.61

44Much of this is very corrupt in the Greek. I have tried to get the best sense I could; but it is very obscure. Certainly Plutarch's style is often very harsh and crabbed.

45The jus trium liberorum assigned certain privileges to the father of three children, under the Roman Emperors. Frequent allusions are made to this law by the ancient writers.

46Compare Lucretius, i. 10-20.

47A quotation from Simonides.

48We are not bound to swallow all the ancients tell us. Credat Judæus Apella!

49"Iliad," xvii. 134-136.

50"Iliad," ix. 324. Quoted again in "How one may be aware of one's Progress in Virtue," § 8.

51"Odyssey," xx. 14, 15.

52A theatre, that is, in which animals and birds and human beings should meet in common.

53All that is said here about the milk, the menses, and the blood, I have been obliged somewhat to condense and paraphrase. The ancients sometimes speak more plainly than we can. Ever and anon one must pare down a phrase or word in translating an ancient author. It is inevitable. Verbum sat sapienti.

54Homer, "Iliad," xvii. 446, 447.

55Ibid. xi. 269-271.

56A fragment from Euripides, according to Xylander.

57Evenus of Paros was an Elegiac Poet.

58Aristophanes, "Equites," 50, 51.

59See Cicero "Tuscul." i. 34.

60Euripides, "Alcestis," 1159; "Helena," 1688; "Andromache," 1284; "Bacchæ," 1388.

61The discourse breaks off abruptly. It is directed against the Epicureans. It throws ridicule on appealing to the affection of brutes for their offspring instead of appealing to human nature.

We Got Each Other, and That's a LOT...

 

 

SCULLY: 

What happened to you at Sanjay's apartment, Mulder? 

(He looks at her, but then turns away)

I can understand why you wouldn't want to tell Skinner, but I was there, I saw you on your knees in pain.

MULDER: 

I heard sounds. 

It was a high-pitched frequency, like - like a steel spike being driven through my head. And then it focused into two words: 

"Find Her."

 

Monday, 8 February 2021

Movie Poop-Shoot

The Internet has given everyone in America A Voice and evidently, everyone in America has chosen to use That Voice to bitch about movies [ They haven't seen... ]. 

We gotta put a stop to these fuckin' hateful sons of bitches.


Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back (2/12) Movie CLIP - What the F*** is the ...

And on that note, we cue the music. 

Well. Look at these morose mother fuckers right here. 
Smells like somebody shit in their cereal. 
Bung! Ha ha ha! 
That was good. Come on in. 
So, what brings you two dirt merchants to my neck of the woods? 

I'll tell you what our necks are doing in your woods. 
Where's our mother-fucking movie check? 

You heard about that, huh? 
I got nothing to do with it. 
That's Banky's deal. He owns the property now. 
I sold my half of the "Blunt man and Chronic" rights to him years ago. 

Why the fuck would you do a thing like that? 

Why in God's name would I wanna keep writing about characters whose central preoccupation is weed, and dick and fart jokes? 
I mean, you got to grow, man. 
Don't you ever want anything more for yourself? 
I know this poor hapless son of a bitch does. 
I look into his sorry doe eyes and I just I see a man crying out. 
He's crying out, 
"When, Lord?
When the fuck can your servant ditch this foul-mouthed little chucklehead to whom I am a constant victim of his folly so much so that it prevents him from ever getting to kiss a girl?
Fuck! When, Lord, when?
When's gonna be my time?" 

He knows. 

I'm the chucklehead? 
You're the fucking dumb-ass who gave your comic away, and now you don't get no fucking movie check, neither. 

When you're right, you're right. 
I wish I held onto a little piece of that thing because if the buzz is any indicator, that movie's going to make some huge bank. 

What buzz? 

The Internet buzz. 

What the fuck is the Internet? 

The Internet is a communications tool used the world over, where people can come together to bitch about movies and share pornography with one another. 
Here's what we're looking for Moviepoopshoot.com. 

Poop shoot. Yeah. 


This is a site populated by militant movie buffs sad, pathetic little bastards living in their parents' basement downloading scripts and what they think is inside information about movies and actors they claim to despise yet can't stop discussing

OK, this is about "Blunt man and Chronic" right here. 
"Inside sources tell me Miramax is starting production this Friday on their adaptation of underground comic fave, 
Blunt man and Chronic

Friday? Shit, does it say who's fucking playing us in the movie? 

No, but it's Miramax so I'm sure it'll be Ben Affleck and Matt Damon. 
You know, they put them in a bunch of movies. Who? You know, those kids from "Good Will Hunting". You mean that fucking movie with Mork from Ork in it? Yeah, I wasn't a big fan, either but Affleck was the bomb in "Phantoms". Word, bitch. "Phantoms" like a mother-fucker. What's up now? Ahem. All right. So, here we go. Now, this is the shoot-back section. This is where the people who read the news get to chime in with their two cents. For example, we got a guy here with the chick magnet net handle "Wompa One" opining on what he thinks about "Blunt man and Chronic". He says, "Blunt man and Chronic and their stupid alter egos". "Jay and Silent Bob only work in small doses, if at all." "They don't deserve their own movie." He's got a point. Fuck him. What's the next one say? This is entitled "Fuck Them Up Their Stupid Asses". "Blunt man and Chronic is the worst comic I ever read." "Jay and Silent Bob are stupid characters," "a couple of stoners who spout dumb-ass catch phrases," "like a third-rate Cheech and Chong" "or Bill and Ted." "Fuck Jay and Silent Bob." "Fuck them up their stupid asses." Who the fuck said that shit? 

A guy who calls himself "Magnolia Fan". 


All right, here, check this one out. 
"Jay and Silent Bob are one-note jokes" "that only stoners laugh at." "They're fucking clown shoes." "If they were real, I'd beat the shit out of them" "for being so stupid." "I, for one, will be boycotting this movie." "Who's with me?"


Then there's, like, fifty more posts of people who are joining Spartacus's here boycott. 

I'm gonna kill all these fucks. 


Let it go, man. 
They're not talking about you guys. 
They're talking about "Blunt man and Chronic". 

They said Jay and Silent Bob. They used our real names. 
It doesn't matter if there's a comic book version of us and a real version, because no one knows we're real in real life.

 Really? 

All these people reading that shit think the real Jay and Silent Bob are a couple jerkoffs because of what all these dick-heads are writing about the comic book Jay and Silent Bob. 

Maybe one night me and Lunch Box are out we're makin' some chick and shit, and she's, like. 
"Ooh, I wanna suck youse guys' dicks off" 
and she's, like, 
"What's your names?" 

And I'm, like, 
"Jay and Silent Bob". Recognize. 

And she's like, 
"Oh, I've read on the Internet" "that fuckin' youse guys are a couple of little fuckin' jerkoffs". 

And then she goes and sucks two other guys' dicks off instead. 
Well, fuck that. 

We gotta put a stop to these fuckin' hateful sons of bitches before they ruin our good names. 

First of all, 
I don't know how good your names are

Second of all, 
There's not much you can do about stopping this bile.
 
The Internet has given everyone in America a voice and evidently, everyone in America has chosen to use that voice to bitch about movies [ They haven't seen... ]. 

As long as there's a "Blunt man and Chronic" movie, the net nerds are gonna have something negative to say about it. 

Well, wait a second. 
If there wasn't a "Blunt man and Chronic" movie, then those fuckers wouldn't be saying shit about Jay and Silent Bob, right? 

They're not saying anything about you now, OK? 
They're talking about fictional characters. 

Fic-tio-nal cha-rac-ters. 

Am I am I getting through to you at all? 

So all we gotta do is go stop the fuckin' movie from gettin' made. 

Yeah, and forego the hundreds of thousands of dollars that you two would be entitled to in the process. What are you, fucking retarded? I don't think I'm alone in the world in imagining this flick may be the worst idea since Greedo shooting first. You know, it a Jay and Silent Bob movie? Who would pay to see that? But, since it appears inevitable, I recommend that you guys go hunt Banky down and get yo' mother-fuckin' movie check as you so succinctly put it 'cause that's what's important, right? Um, no, Holden McNeil. The important thing here is a fuckin' bunch of mother fuckers we don't even know callin' us ass holes on the Internet, to teenagers and guys who can't even get laid. Puttin' a stop to that is the most important thing we could ever do. So when's this movie gettin' made? Uh, they start this Friday. So if today's Tuesday, that gives us. Eight days. Uh, three by my count, but close. Right. My bad. Three days to stop that fuckin' stupid movie from gettin' made. Come on, Silent Bob. We're goin' to Hollywood. 

Sunday, 7 February 2021

The Last Days of The American Empire





“So there, we have figured out, go back to bed America, your government has figured out how it all transpired. Go back to bed America, Your Government is in Control, again. Here, here’s American Gladiators. Watch this, shut up! Go back to bed America, here’s American Gladiators. Here’s 56 channels of it. Watch these pituitary retards bang their fuckin skulls together and congratulate you on living in the land of freedom. 

Here you go America, you are free, to do as we tell you, you are free, to do as we tell you.”

“Oh good. Honey, I heard on the news that they’ve figured out that the gun, what happened is, is that there was an echo and Kennedy was, er, asking Jackie what it was, and that that’s why his head flew u… Honey what time’s Gladiators on? Are we missing it? I’m so glad we’re free, Honey.”

This happen just a few weeks ago. All these articles in the paper. “Is Gladiators too violent? And what are we doing watching it? Is it really good for us to watch? Is it too violent?” 

NO! Fuck it! Give these guys chain saws! Let them fuck each other up good. It’s not violent enough. Let these fuckin’ morons kill each other in that God Damn pit! Give them chain saws an… I want to see a fuckin railway spike go through their eyeballs.How about this? give everyone in the audience a pistol. “There you fuckers, bchh bchh, See who comes out alive, bchh.”

You know, I’m tired of this false fuckin sanctimonious morality about life. “Ain’t life keen, haha. Let’s pat ourselves on the back.” Fuck you! They want to kill each other, I’m filming it.

You know. I had a great idea for the movies. No-one wants to fucking hear it, I don’t know why. I was watching Terminator 2 and I’m thinking to myself, these are the most amazing stunts I have ever seen. A hundred million dollars it cost to make this film. How are they ever gonna top these stunts in a movie again? There’s no way.
Unless…
they start using terminally ill people…
[laughter]
Hear me out…
…as stuntmen in pictures.
Okay not the most popular idea ever, but I prefaced it with that. What you know, some of will probably think that’s cruel, don’t you?
“Ooh cruel, terminally ill stuntpeople Bill. How cruel.”
You know what I think what cruel is? Leaving your loved ones to die in some sterile hospital room surrounded by strangers. Fuck that! Put ’em in the movies!
Whaaat? Do you want your grandmother dying like a little bird in some hospital room? Her translucent skin so thin you can see her last heartbeat work its way down her blue veins?
Or do you want her to meet Chuck Norris?
Why be so selfish as to deprive her of that thrill?
“Tom how come you dressed my grandmother up as a mugger?”
“Shut up and get off the set. Action! Push her towards Chuck.”
Whurf. [Bill does a flying karate kick]
“Wow he kicked her head right off her body! Did you see that? Did you see my grammie? She’s out of her misery. I just saw the greatest fucking movie of my life. Cool!”
Okay not the most popular idea ever. All I’m saying is people are dying every day, and movies are getting more and more boring.
[Webs fingers together]
“I am the weaver.”
I don’t know.
“Is American Gladiators too violent? Ooh I don’t know.”

Watch the fucking news man, it’s frightening. What could be worse. You watch the news these days you know, it’s unbelievable. You think you you just walk out your door, you’re immediately going to be raped by some crack-addicted, Aids-infected, pit-bull, you know. Horrible news stories, you know.
“Honey, I’m gonna check the mail…
“Rrrrar, rrrrar, rrrrar, rrrrar, rrrrar!”
[mimes being attacked by a pitbull]
“Whaddya we stay inside tonight baby? Let the pizza delivery guy deal with that shit out there. Hello, pizza delivery, could you send another car over please. I know that’s your third one, that last guy almost made it. I can almost reach the pizza with the broom handle.
How come those pit bulls are eating your driver but they’re not touching that fucking pizza? What do they know that we don’t know, hellooo?”
Pretty soon we’re all gonna be locked inside our homes with no-one on the street but pizza delivery guys and armoured cars with turrets shooting pizzas through the mail-slots of our front doors. Every house will glow with American Gladiators beamed in.

“We are free – keep repeating, we are free.”

The news is just apocalyptic. Didn’t you think with the Cold War being over, things should have gotten better. How many of y’all were as stupid as I was in believing that?

Wow it’s over – 40 years of threat of nuclear weapons – it’s over, cool, cool… WRONG!

Now 12 different countries have nuclear weapons – it just got 12 times as bad, Fuck You! Life is Harder now. Work Hard – oops jobs are scarce, FUCK YOU, ha ha ha!

By the way if anyone here is in advertising or marketing… kill yourself.
No, no, no it’s just a little thought. I’m just trying to plant seeds. Maybe one day, they’ll take root – I don’t know. You try, you do what you can.
Kill yourself.
Seriously though, if you are, do.
Aaah, no really, there’s no rationalisation for what you do and you are Satan’s little helpers.
Okay – kill yourself – seriously. You are the ruiner of all things good, seriously. No this is not a joke, you’re going, “there’s going to be a joke coming,” there’s no fucking joke coming.
You are Satan’s spawn filling the world with bile and garbage. You are fucked and you are fucking us. Kill yourself. It’s the only way to save your fucking soul, kill yourself.
Planting seeds. I know all the marketing people are going, “he’s doing a joke… there’s no joke here whatsoever. Suck a tail-pipe, fucking hang yourself, borrow a gun from a Yank friend – I don’t care how you do it. Rid the world of your evil fucking makinations. Machi… Whatever, you know what I mean.
I know what all the marketing people are thinking right now too,
“Oh, you know what Bill’s doing, he’s going for that anti-marketing dollar. That’s a good market, he’s very smart.”
Oh man, I am not doing that. You fucking evil scumbags!
“Ooh, you know what Bill’s doing now, he’s going for the righteous indignation dollar. That’s a big dollar. A lot of people are feeling that indignation. We’ve done research – huge market. He’s doing a good thing.”
Godammit, I’m not doing that, you scum-bags!
Quit putting a godamm dollar sign on every fucking thing on this planet!
“Ooh, the anger dollar. Huge. Huge in times of recession. Giant market, Bill’s very bright to do that.”
God, I’m just caught in a fucking web.
“Ooh the trapped dollar, big dollar, huge dollar. Good market – look at our research. We see that many people feel trapped. If we play to that and then separate them into the trapped dollar…”
How do you live like that? And I bet you sleep like fucking babies at night, don’t you?”
“What didya do today honey?”
“Oh, we made ah, we made ah arsenic a childhood food now, goodnight.” [snores]”Yeah we just said you know is your baby really too loud? You know,” [snores] “Yeah, you know the mums will love it.” [snores]
Sleep like fucking children, don’t ya, this is your world isn’t it?

But you know I saw this movie this year called last year called er, Basic Instinct. Okay now. Bill’s quick capsule review:
Piece-of-Shit.
Okay now. Yeah, yeah, end of story by the way. Don’t get caught up in that fevered hype phoney fucking debate about that Piece-of-Shit movie.
“Is it too sexist, and what about the movies, are they becoming too dddddddd.”
You’re, you’re just confused, you don’t get, you’ve forgotten how to judge correctly. Take a deep breath huuh, look at it again.
“Oh it’s a Piece-of-Shit!”
Exactly, that’s all it is. Satan squatted, let out a loaf, they put a fucking title on it, put it on a marquee, Satan’s shit, piece of shit, walk away.
“But is it too, what about the lesbian connot.. ddddd.”
You’re, you’re getting really baffled here. Piece-of-Shit! Now walk away. That’s all it is, it’s nothing more! Free yourself folks, if you see it, Piece-of-Shit, say it and walk away. You’re right! You’re right! Not those fuckers who want to tell you how to think! You’re fucking right!
Sorry wrong meeting again.
I keep getting my days mixed up. tomorrow, it’s the meeting at the docks. Tonight it’s comedy entertainment with young Bill.

Inoculation, Not Vaccination





A scientific experiment turns all the kryptonite on Earth to iron, as Clark Kent moves from newspaper to television journalism.


vaccination (n.)
1800, used by British physician Edward Jenner (1749-1823) for the technique he publicized of preventing smallpox by injecting people with the similar but much milder cowpox virus (variolae vaccinae), from vaccine (adj.) "pertaining to cows, from cows" (1798), from Latin vaccinus "from cows," from vacca "cow," a word of uncertain origin. 

A mild case of cowpox rendered one immune thereafter to smallpox. 

"The use of the term for diseases other than smallpox is due to Pasteur" [OED].

 
The earlier 18c. method of smallpox protection in England was by a kind of inoculation called  variolation (from variola, the medical Latin word for "smallpox"). 

There are two forms of smallpox: a minor one that killed 2% or less of the people who got it, and a virulent form that had about a 30% mortality rate and typically left survivors with severe scarring and often blinded them. 

Those who got the minor form were noted to be immune thereafter to the worse. 

Doctors would deliberately infect healthy young patients with a local dose of the minor smallpox, usually resulting in a mild case of it at worst, to render them immune to the more deadly form. 

Jenner's method was safer, as it involved no smallpox exposure.

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The Reasons are Two

Q : 
Is there a principle reason why 
I should delete my Social Media -- and if so, What is it?

A :
There are Two -
One of them is for 
Your Own Good
And The Other is for 
Society's Good.


Jaron Lanier, the Silicone Valley ‘computer philosopher', thinks social media is ruining your life.


In this interview Jaron Lanier talks about Facebook, YouTube, Google and how the tech and social media giants are using algorithms to record data about their users - and how internet algorithms shape how we see The World and what we’re shown online.

Superman talks to Jor-El 
Superman (3 Hour TV Version)

Jor-El : [in the Fortress of Solitude]  
You... enjoyed it.

Superman : 
I don't know what to say, Father. 
I'm afraid I just got carried away.

Jor-El : 
I anticipated this, my son. I...

Superman : [surprised]  
You couldn't have! 
You couldn't have imagined...

Jor-El : 
...How good it felt.

[Clark nods] 

Jor-El : 
You are revealed to The World. Very well, so be it. 
But you must still keep your secret identity.

Superman : 
But why?

Jor-El : 
The Reasons are Two :
First, you cannot serve humanity twenty-eight hours a day.

Superman : 
Er, twenty-four.

Jor-El : 
Or, twenty-four, as it is in Earth time. 

Your help would be called for endlessly
even for those problems which human beings could solve themselves

It is their habit to abuse their resources in such a way.

Superman : 
And, secondly?

Jor-El :
 Secondly
Your Enemies will discover their only way to Hurt You : 
By Hurting The People You Care For.

Superman : 
Thank you, Father.

Jor-El : 
Lastly... 

Do not punish yourself for your feelings of Vanity. 

Simply learn to control them. 
It is an affliction common to all, even on Krypton. 

Our Destruction could have been avoided 
had it not been for the Vanity of some who considered us indestructible

Were it not for Vanity, why... at this very moment...

[sadly

I could embrace you in my arms. My Son.

I'm Sorry, but There You are in Error, sir.






[Throne room]

(The Emperor sits on his throne. The Draconians do like the colour green, it is everywhere.) 

PRINCE: 
So, Father, once more Earthmen have invaded our space. 

EMPEROR: 
You will address the Emperor in a proper manner! 

PRINCE: 
Your pardon. 
May I have permission to address the Emperor? 

(The Prince kisses his father's hand.) 

PRINCE: 
My Life, at Your Command. 

EMPEROR: 
One day, my son, you will inherit this throne. 
Then you will realise the importance of due formality. 

Now, what do you wish to say? 

PRINCE: 
Surely now you will declare war upon the Earthmen? 
Let me lead your battlefleets to crush their —

EMPEROR: 
They too have battlefleets, my son. 
Such a war could well bring down both empires. 

PRINCE: 
Not if we strike first, then we shall be the victors! 

EMPEROR:
 In such a war, there are no victors. 

PRINCE: 
The nobles of the court are demanding action. 
They fear for the honour of Draconia. 
EMPEROR: 
I am the Emperor. 
The honour of Draconia is vested in me. 

PRINCE:
 The throne depends upon the great families for support. 
Emperors have been deposed before now. 

EMPEROR: 
An Emperor who does not rule deposes himself. 

PRINCE: 
Then what will you do, father? 

EMPEROR: 
I shall question these Earthmen myself. 
I have already sent for them. 

PRINCE: 
Why waste time listening to their lies? 
(The Captain enters, leading the Master, the Doctor and Jo.) 

CAPTAIN: 
Majesty, I bring you the prisoners. 

DOCTOR: 
May I have permission to address the Emperor? 

[ The Prince goes to block him ]

EMPEROR: 
Wait! 

PRINCE: 
This is an insult

(The Doctor bows over the Emperor's hand.) 

DOCTOR: 
My Life, at your command, sire. 

PRINCE: 
How dare you address the Emperor in a manner reserved for a noble of Draconia!?

DOCTOR: 
Ah, but I am a noble of Draconia. 
The honour was conferred on me by the fifteenth Emperor. 

PRINCE: 
The fifteenth Emperor reigned five hundred years ago. 

MASTER: 
Your Majesty, do not be taken in by this ridiculous story. 

EMPEROR: 
Be silent! 
There is a legend among our people of a man who assisted the fifteenth Emperor at a time of great trouble when we were almost overwhelmed by a great Plague from Outer Space. 
But you could not be that man. 
No Earthman lives so long. 

DOCTOR: 
Your Majesty, this man that you speak of, was he not known as 
The Doctor
And did he not come to this planet in a spaceship called 
The TARDIS

EMPEROR: 
He did. 

DOCTOR: 
Well, I am that man, sire. 
And I come from a race of people that live far longer than any Earthman. 

EMPEROR: 
Even if I accept your claim, you have broken Our Law. 
Why did you violate Draconian space? 

MASTER: 
Your Majesty, this man was, and still is, my prisoner. 

DOCTOR: 
It is true, Your Majesty. 
I did come here as a prisoner, but I came willingly, in order to warn you that this man is plotting a war between Earth and Draconia. 

PRINCE: 
All Earthmen are determined upon war. 
DOCTOR: 
Ah, but The Master is not an Earthman.
 I'm sorry to have to admit it, but he's a renegade of my own race, and he's using creatures called Ogrons to attack your spaceships and those of the Earthmen. 

EMPEROR: 
The Earthmen who attacked our spaceships, they have been seen many times. 

DOCTOR: 
I'm sorry, but there you are in error, sir. 
Your people have seen Ogrons, but they appear to them as Earthmen because of a hypnotic device. 

JO: It's true, your Majesty. When Ogrons attacked the Earth ships, the Earthmen saw them as Draconians. 
PRINCE: Silence! Females are not permitted to speak in the presence of the Emperor. 
MASTER: Your Majesty, do not be deceived by the pathetic ravings of two criminals trying to evade justice. 
EMPEROR: If what you say is true, it would explain much. We lived at peace with the Earthmen for many years, then suddenly they began to raid our spaceships. When we protested, they said that we were attacking them. 
PRINCE: In order to cover up their own attacks, This is simply a plot of the Earthmen to lull us into false security. 
(A Messenger enters.) 
EMPEROR: Speak! 
MESSENGER: Your Majesty, a spaceship from Earth seeks permission to land in the palace spaceport. They say they're on a special mission from the President of Earth. 
PRINCE: This is a trick! You must not allow them to land! 
EMPEROR: We are not yet at war with Earth. I shall hear what their President has to say. I give my permission. 
MESSENGER: Your Majesty. 
(The Messenger leaves.) 
DOCTOR: A wise decision, your Majesty. For only by Earth and Draconia working together can we hope to arrive at the truth. 
MASTER: I too welcome your wisdom, your Majesty. Nobody could be more devoted to the cause of peace than I. As a commissioner of Earth's Interplanetary Police, I have devoted my life to the cause of law and order. And law and order can only exist in a time of peace. 
DOCTOR: You feeling all right, old chap? 
MASTER: Only during a period of social stability, can society adequately deal with criminals such as this man and this unfortunate girl. 
JO: Doctor, listen! That sound! 
PRINCE: Silence, female! 
JO: Quiet! It's the same noise that I heard on the cargo ship. Doctor, it's the Ogrons! 
DOCTOR: Your Majesty, I beg of you to be cautious. Something is seriously wrong here. This ship that has just landed. I beg you, place it under guard immediately. 
MASTER: Your majesty, please, I 
(Ogrons burst into the throne room, firing as they come.) 
DRACONIAN: Earthmen! 
MASTER: Seize them, fool! 
(The Doctor knocks out an Ogron and the Master joins the other Ogrons.) 
MASTER: Bah! You idiots! Back to the ship, all of you! 
(The Master and his Ogrons leave.) 
PRINCE: Now will you believe in the treachery of the Earthmen? 
DOCTOR: Your Majesty, look down here and tell me. What do you see? 
(The noise is still audible.) 
EMPEROR: I see one of your Earth soldiers who attacked my palace and killed my people. 
DOCTOR: Jo? Jo, can you still hear that sound? 
JO: Yes, it's fading. It's almost gone. 
DOCTOR: Your Majesty, I beg of you. Please look again. 
PRINCE: Why do we delay? Destroy him! 
EMPEROR: Wait! He has spoken the truth. 
(The Emperor can see the Ogron.)

[Ogron spaceship bridge]

(The spaceship has taken off from Draconia.) 
MASTER: Great lumbering idiots! Now you tell me that you've left one of your fellows in the palace. Do you realise what this means? As soon as the effect of the hypnosound wears off, the Draconians will know who it really was who attacked them. You've ruined everything! 
OGRON: What shall we do now? 
MASTER: Do? There's only one thing we can do. Make sure that the Doctor and his evidence is never allowed to reach Earth.

[Throne room]

(The Ogron is awake and in chains.) 
DOCTOR: Why does the Master want war between Earth and Draconia? 
PRINCE: Did you attack our spaceships and those of the Earthmen? 
JO: Oh, it's no good. We're not getting anywhere. 
PRINCE: Let me take him for questioning. He shall answer to me. I shall use the mind probe. 
DOCTOR: You'd only be wasting your time. The Ogrons have got the finest defence mechanism of all. Stupidity. They haven't got a mind for you to probe. 
EMPEROR: Then remove him. We will deal with him later. 
(The Ogron is taken away.) 
EMPEROR: Why did that sound make us see this creature as a soldier from Earth? 
JO: Because you're frightened of Earthmen. 
PRINCE: Draconians fear nothing, female. 
JO: Well, of course you do. You fear them and they fear you. That's why when Earthmen heard that sound, they saw Draconians. 
EMPEROR: That is true. We do fear the Earthmen and they fear us. 
DOCTOR: And fear breeds hatred, your Majesty. Fear is the greatest enemy of them all, for fear leads us to war. 
EMPEROR: We shall tell the Earthmen what has happened here. They too must know the truth. 
PRINCE: They will not believe us. 
DOCTOR: The Prince is right, your Majesty. We must mount an expedition at once, and we must take the Ogron as evidence. 
PRINCE: The empires are on the verge of war. A Draconian spaceship in Earth space could be destroyed before it reaches its destination. 
JO: We could use the ship that Master brought us in. It's an Earth police spaceship. 
PRINCE: Females are not permitted to speak 
EMPEROR: The female may speak. 
PRINCE: But 
EMPEROR: We must respect the customs of our guests, strange though they may be. The suggestion had merit. 
JO: Thank you, your Majesty. 
EMPEROR: You too will go on this mission. But it must be headed by a Draconian of noble rank. I shall send my son.