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Shiva is not welcome at weddings

This is the latest post from Les Visible. It was so good I decided to post the whole thing here. I think Les Visible is one of those very few bloggers ( like our WP smiling )who is sincerely after the truth and not afraid to tell it like he sees it. I also really like his style. If you haven't read him, I recommend you check out some of his posts at Smoking Mirrors. This post is about truth, and who's telling it, and who's not and why it's important. Truth telling is something we don't see very often and something we never see from our politicians.

He notes that the Hindu God Shiva is often not invited to weddings because he's considered bad luck. Turns out that's because he is the Destroyer (of things that are not real).
It's a good thing for Shiva he is not invited to them Afghani weddings.

Wednesday, November 12
The Obama Drama, Osama and Al Qaeda Marching Band.

I want to give Obama a chance. I really do but then he put that Mossad Capo with short man’s disease in charge of who sees Obama and what Obama hears …and now comes another curious thing which actually should be put in the “None of Obama’s Business File” and I’m starting to think that Ozzy Osborne may be singing “Chosen One.” to the tune of “Fortunate Son.” at the inaugural ball.

Look, the truth is that Lieberman is a neo-con who puts Israel first before the interests of the United States. That is a given. He should be stripped of his committee chairmanships at the very least because he is a traitor to the party he is supposed to serve. I don’t want to hear about how he is now an Independent. He promised certain things and then didn’t do them. He’s a weasel. If he isn’t punished for what he’s done then it’s just one more example of who controls America and one more example of why America is going down the tubes. It’s none of Obama’s business what Congress does in its internal workings. I seem to remember that that was why they separated the branches of government and we’ve seen what has happened over the last eight years when those lines were muddied to the point of no longer being visible at all.

From what I can see so far… it’s business as usual. Everything that the founders argued and warned about has come to pass and you don’t need a map to see where that road leads.

Now we’re getting those boogeyman alerts again. Not a day goes by that someone doesn’t make some comment about activity from Osama or Al Qaeda. It seems that no matter how many times it gets said or how many ways it gets said, that there is no Al Qaeda, we’re still hearing about Al Qaeda. People in the know; know who Al Qaeda really is. Al Qaeda is a complete fabrication and the CIA admits it.

Then there is Osama Bin Laden. Here is a fascinating take on Bin Laden and Al Qaeda. Once again you see the same players and the same scenarios. Bin Laden is dead. There’s no Bin Laden and there is no Al Qaeda and, people… you are being played. You seem to want to be played.

I’ll tell you this about President Obama. If he doesn’t call for a new and thorough investigation into 9/11 then he’s a puppet on a string. Do yourself a favor and read these links. Go to the search engine of your choice and insert the relevant words and look at the sheer weight of argument and evidence. For 9/11 you can start here. I’ve given you plenty to read and there is more than you can ever absorb out there. Yes, some of it is wack and some of it is intentional disinfo masquerading as truther-speak but around six million tons of it is from legitimate sources who, more often than not, come to the same conclusions when they’re not too chickenshit to stand for or reveal the truth.

Now there are a lot of so-called liberal sites out there like Huffington Post and Daily Kos and there are a lot of so called, courageous deep thinkers and journalists who are disinfo tools like Noam Chomsky and Greg Palast who damn well know what the truth is and slither all around it like horny centipedes and who do tell the truth about a lot of other things so as to make you think they’re telling the truth about everything… which they are not. These sites and personas are just another part of the scam that utilizes confusion and misdirection as instruments of control.

There are some really fine bloggers out there and some of them are more gifted and articulate than anyone writing in the Main Stream Media; more in possession of the facts and much more interesting to read than the ranks of paid whores who write drivel with all the romantic passion and capacity of an old drunk on a park bench trying to chat up an invisible bag lady. You don’t see these bloggers anywhere near the high traffic zones. You see and hear people telling the truth about as often as you see a corporation play by the rules. This seems to de-legitimize the truth as if its lack of presence and popularity were the result of the truth being undesirable or lacking enough interest to entertain the common mind.

The truth doesn’t have pricey press agents or deep pocket sponsors. The truth doesn’t have conventions and corporate retreats. The truth doesn’t have a babe on each arm and a limousine at the curb, therefore the truth isn’t successful and heeled and so there must be something wrong with the truth because it doesn’t seem to have many powerful friends and hasn’t been on Larry King or Leno lately.

In the Hindu tradition, Lord Shiva represents the truth. Very often Shiva is not invited to weddings and celebrations because he’s considered bad luck. Shiva is also known as The Destroyer (of what is not real). The truth is death on illusion and because people prefer illusion to the truth, the truth is not welcome. Well, sooner or later the truth shows up whether it is welcome or not and that’s no fun at all. It’s much better to keep the truth close and to run after the truth and constantly alter your course to follow the truth than to tell yourself the good times are never going to end.

I realize that saying things like this makes people’s eyes cross or gives them an itch in the back or one in the crotch while they’re standing in line at the supermarket checkout. I realize that when you mention the truth, fundie antennas go up and you get a lot of people yelling that Jesus, or Mohamed or Ron Hubbard is the truth. I realize when you talk about the truth the first thing people do is to seek to accommodate the truth to their own self-interest. I realize this and it could well seem that the truth is a sucker’s game and a waste of time and a magnet for bad vibrations. I guess some of us are just made different. I would feel so uneasy buying into a lie that I wouldn’t be able to eat or sleep.

From my point of view, you might as well kill yourself now if the truth is an inconvenience because you have already killed everything that made you valuable and life meaningful when you turned your back on what was real in the service of your ambitions and your appetites. The world of material excess is just the place for you but I will tell you this. It’s a cruel world. It is a very cruel world and there is no hiding place. No matter where you go and no matter what you do and no matter how alone you think you are or how little evidence of your actions and presence may remain, the truth is, you were always there. You witnessed it even if no one else did.

What goes around comes around. What you do and what you are comes back on you and defines you. It’s some mysterious law of Nature or something. You may not understand how and why electricity works but you can see that it does. Everyone’s face becomes a road map for where they’ve been and what they’ve done. For some reason, people believe that if they don’t cut and hack their way through the jungle of each other that they won’t survive or that they will miss out on the good things in life. It never occurs to them that when they behave like a beast they become a beast and are in no position to enjoy the good things in life or even to know what they are.

Bin Laden is DEAD! There IS NO Al Qaeda as you understand it. There is no mysterious Spectre organization of Arab terrorists with a cutting edge communications network with centers in every city in the world. There is no organization like that. The organizations that are like that should be self-evident. Think about who has the means and the motive. Think about who benefits. Open your eyes or continue to victimize yourself with your refusal to see what is right in front of you. As Sherlock said, “When you have eliminated the impossible, then whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.”

An Embarrassment Of Laundry Lists

I've been feeling a bit embarrassed at the sudden proliferation of laundry lists in the wake of the election: open "Dear Santa" letters to our new president-elect, from people who ought to know better. It's as if they had never seen politics before.

You can read the whole thing here, and/or comment below:

Rhymes With 'Democracy', Starts With An 'H'

Rhymes With 'Democracy', Starts With An 'H': NYT Laughs About One Hoax While Perpetrating Others

They're putting out ridiculous manure, selling millions of copies, and making a living; we're telling the truth whenever we can find it, for free, and counting our readers in the hundreds.

Maybe that's why the NYT laughs at the blogosphere!

You can read the whole thing here and/or comment below

Pass The Cheese: Iraqi Soldier Kills Two American Soldiers

An Iraqi soldier shot and killed two American soldiers and wounded several others yesterday on the outskirts of the northern Iraqi city of Mosul, according to various sources. Details are sketchy, except in Australia.

You can read the rest here, and/or comment below.

Down and Out and Me

In comments and email over the years, my readers have mentioned Chris Floyd and Arthur Silber far more frequently than any other writers. And they've done so very favorably.

It's not hard to see what people like about Chris and Arthur; for me it's tougher to see why I'm mentioned in the same breath as either of them, let alone both. Such is life on the net these days -- who am I to argue? But for those who prefer to read the three of us, there hasn't been much going on lately.

Arthur Silber is having all sorts of problems, including very bad health, and he's down at the moment; he may be down for a while. Arthur writes with a unique and very powerful voice, and the blogosphere is far less interesting when he's not writing. I disagree with him on some things, but I agree with him more often than not. I have great respect for Arthur Silber and his work, and I wish him well. Arthur needs money and he may need technical assistance too; if you can help him, I urge you to do so. And even if you can't offer him any help, please spend some time reading at his site, Once Upon A Time. It's an essential education you can't get anywhere else.

Chris Floyd has been away for almost a week and will be entirely offline for another few days at least, according to a smidgeon of back-channel correspondence. Chris and I have become friends in the virtual way of the net, and that makes it tough for me to be objective. But on the other hand, even before we had exchanged a single word, I was saying Chris Floyd was the most literate truth-teller writing in the English language, and since then my respect for him has only increased. If you're not reading Empire Burlesque regularly, you're missing out on another essential education you can't get anywhere else. And even when Chris is out, as he has been lately, the archives are well worth the price of admission (and then some!)

Then there's me. I've been extremely busy lately, so much so that I've had to go offline myself, and now I'm pushing some limits in order not to have all three of our blogs dormant at the same time. Not that it matters much, I suppose, in the long run. But it sure seems dull when Arthur and Chris are Down and Out, respectively. I wouldn't want to be Off at the same time.

I'm not sure how much more blogging I will be able to do before reality gobbles me up. And in this case the reality is: Add up the number of hours a day I spend working, looking after the kids, washing the dishes, taking out the garbage, and doing all the other things that have to be done; now add the number of hours a day I spend reading and writing (when my blog is active). Here's the problem: we're already past 24, and I haven't even slept yet. So, as a matter of biological necessity, I can't go on like this much longer without a time machine. And as everybody knows, time machines are [poof!]


Oops! sorry about that! As I was about to say, the machine is kinda wonky.

Anyway, here's the plan: every day, around midnight, I'll stop what I'm doing and hit the net, spend four or five hours reading, and then I'll spend three or four hours writing a piece. Then I'll post it, get in the time machine, go back about 8 or 10 hours, grab a midnight snack and a quick shower, and go to bed. When I wake up, my piece will just be hitting the net, and it'll be time to get ready for another day's work, after which I will read, write, time-travel, eat, sleep, and do it all again. So that's the plan.

You got that? Good.

Take good care, and I'll see you again yesterday.

Beyond Sick: Canada Mourns A Fallen Psycho Warrior

The American way of war has come to Canada, and it's incredible what a dose of manure can do, even in the cold!

Here's a case study in the process by which a government can take a menace to society, put him in a uniform, and ship him halfway around the world where he can be a menace to some other society until he gets himself killed there and comes home a national hero.

You can read the rest here and/or comment below.

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