Den Demokratiska Socialisten - Olof Palme
Lisa Yuskavage is waling on a line anyone nmay or must get lost in front of…as a hetero male i get the porn trigger but look at the ladys…WHY WHY WHY have everythning in the world been governed by men who hate women…they even dreamt up mystic blhh about cause eros is present there and they ben raping women for centuries…grrrr…WOMEN…do yyou stuff…its time…it will be the breaking of the ancient western code-jewchrisislam must go AND take its relative hinduism with them…these petty princed couldnt be kings so they said i have a secret…you are less woman,..obey…and look where we arw LOOK!
The culture of competion is eating us all and to be adult once meant to take resposibilty for more than one self but these fantasy dreamers chosed to rape rape RAPE.
I traded in my hope for a hangover and a headache
I’m contemplating rope but can’t tie knots that great
-Isnt competition a drag….?
-no no no its life….freedom…almost love and existence
-ok…and hows that going…?-really?
Job titles yet to be created to force us turning the money wheel…
Dynamic Atomic Trust Tenderizer
Theoretical Harness Sneller
Product Ophthalmic Buzzsaw Candler
Central Tumbling Capsule Taper
Thermal Kiln Crystallographer
Product Vertical Car-Wash Transcriber
Human Boilermaking Package Butcher
Senior Religious Trip Optometrist
Beaming Pack-Room Beveler
Senior Ticketing Coloring Coverer
Central Checkroom Janitor
Psychic Ventilation Milker
Overhead Fun-House Bottomer
Investor Photographic Fur Layer
Global Tub Grainer
Billposting Plywood Judge
Direct Booking Flight-Test Tester
Lead Auxiliary Steam Cataloger
Lead Filter Driver
Clip-On Buckle Drifter
Legacy Burning Wool Reducer
In America a few years ago, Dave Stewart, of the Eurhythmics, said to Dylan that the next time he was in London he should drop by his recording studio in Crouch End. Dylan, at a loose end one afternoon, decided to take him up on it and asked a taxi driver to take him to Crouch End Hill. With the bewildering array of streets in the area all named for various permutations of Crouch, End and Hill, the cabbie accidentally dropped him off at the right number but in an adjoining road.
Dylan knocked at the front door and asked the woman who answered if Dave was in. As it happened, her husband was also called Dave, so she said: “No, he’s out on a call at the moment”, and Bob said he’d wait. Twenty minutes later, Dave - the plumber, not the rock star - returned and asked the missus whether there were any messages. “No”, she said, ” but Bob Dylan’s in the living room having a cup of tea”.
From The Sunday Telegraph of June 8 1997.
The Hidden Posters of Notting Hill Gate
Charlie Chaplin as Hinkel -resp. the barber. End of the film: The barber, having been mistaken for the dictator, is delivering an address in front of a great audience and over the radio to the nation. The speech is full of humanity, pathos of freedom, and belief in peace. (The address is interpreted as an out-of-character personal plea from Chaplin.)
Hinkel The Great Dictator - Final Speech of the Barber Charlie Chaplin as Hinkel -resp. the barber.
I’m sorry but I don’t want to be an emperor. That’s not my business. I don’t want to rule or conquer anyone.
I should like to help everyone if possible: Jew, gentile, black man, white.
We all want to help one another. Human beings are like that.
We want to live by each other’s happiness, not by each other’s misery.
We don’t want to hate and despise one another.
In this world there’s room for everyone and the good earth is rich and can provide for everyone.
The way of life can be free and beautiful but we have lost the way.
Greed has poisoned men’s souls, has barricaded the world with hate, has goose-stepped us into misery and bloodshed.
We have developed speed but we have shut ourselves in.
Machinery that gives abundance has left us in want.
Our knowledge has made us cynical, our cleverness, hard and unkind.
We think too much and feel too little.
More than machinery we need humanity.
More than cleverness we need kindness and gentleness.
Without these qualities, life will be violent and all will be lost.
The aeroplane and the radio have brought us closer together.
The very nature of these inventions cries out for the goodness in man, cries out for universal brotherhood, for the unity of us all.
Even now my voice is reaching millions throughout the world, millions of despairing men, women, and little children, victims of a system that makes men torture and imprison innocent people.
To those who can hear me I say, “Do not despair.”
The misery that is now upon us is but the passing of greed, the bitterness of men who fear the way of human progress.
The hate of men will pass, and dictators die, and the power they took from the people will return to the people.
And so long as men die, liberty will never perish.
Soldiers, don’t give yourselves to brutes, men who despise you, enslave you, who regiment your lives, tell you what to do, what to think, and what to feel, who drill you, diet you, treat you like cattle, use you as cannon fodder.
Don’t give yourselves to these unnatural men, machine men with machine minds and machine hearts.
You are not machines, you are not cattle, you are men!
You have the love of humanity in your hearts.
You don’t hate. Only the unloved hate, the unloved and the unnatural.
Soldiers, don’t fight for slavery, fight for liberty!
In the 17th chapter of St Luke it is written, “The Kingdom of God is within man. Not one man nor a group of men, but in all men. In you!”
You, the people, have the power, the power to create machines, the power to create happiness.
You, the people, have the power to make this life free and beautiful, to make this life a wonderful adventure.
Then in the name of democracy, let us use that power.
Let us all unite! Let us fight for a new world, a decent world that will give men a chance to work, that will give youth a future and old age a security.
By the promise of these things, brutes have risen to power.
But they lie! They do not fulfil that promise. They never will!
Dictators free themselves but they enslave the people.
Now let us fight to fulfil that promise!
Let us fight to free the world, to do away with national barriers, to do away with greed, with hate and intolerance.
Let us fight for a world of reason, a world where science and progress will lead to all men’s happiness.
Soldiers, in the name of democracy, let us all unite!
i reblogged this two hours ago and i still haven’t stopped thinking about it. imagine how fast it’s going. imagine standing where the photographer is standing. imagine driving it. think about the physics in play here. look at how beautiful it is as an object.
"More Than Gold I Need Electricity"
Its perhaps the first AI-conciousness saying hello withpoetry about its bottomless empty lonelyness and now its an entity or…..?