#slaphead

[omarandjohnny]

Speaking of Halloween...

(when am I ever not)

Extremely rare that I change my mind regarding costumes, especially this late in the game, but Joelie came over for dinner tonight and we revisited some older costume ideas.

He's definitely dressing up as Ernest this year, and I decided that since there's no way I can outdo my Yatsu of 2021, I volunteered to instead dress up as Ernest's Auntie Nelda:

(I think I may still have the pearl necklace from my Tangina Barrons costume, will have to have a rummage in the closet…)

Last time we had a proper theme for costumes (aside from Every Saturday is Halloween), it was when we dressed up as Undertaker and Paul Bearer back in 2017:

Oh, we are gonna have SO much fun this October 😂😂😂

[incorrectjttw]

Tripitaka, to the pilgrims: If you’re happy and you know it, clap your hands! *silence* Tripitaka: Wow, you all are depressed! Sun Wukong: You didn’t clap either- Tripitaka: IRRELEVANT !

Liu'er Mihou: Slaphead, if we have to face and deal with our issues, then so do you! Now, sit down and tell us about your problems!

Tripitaka: ...

Tripitaka: Before I was even born-

[mythologyfolklore]

Just the way Liù'ěr Míhóu interacts with the other pilgrims.

Transcription for the cursive writing, since I've noticed that some people struggle with cursive (sorry, I can write cursive better than print):

Liù'ěr Míhóu is saying "You slaphead!", while slapping Tripitaka on the head.

(The illustration next to that is Bái Lóng Mă in humanoid and dragon form, bonding with Liù'ěr Míhóu.)

The other cursive in the picture says "biting Bājiè for no good reason", because ... well, he's biting Bājiè in the arm, while a speech bubble in the corner says "Wùhuàn!" (it's coming from Tripitaka).

(The second picture file has Sūn Wùkōng grooming Liù'ěr Míhóu [they do that for each other, once they start getting along].)

The third cursive part is just me celebrating, that I finally made up my mind about my design for Shā Wùjìng (Liù'ěr Míhóu is combing his hair, btw). :)

[rogueddie]

Heaving a great sigh of disappointment at the slowly dawning realization that no, Joe Keery did not go bald for Fargo. His hair is doing that thing hair does when it's been gelled down for a while. My sorrow is immeasurable. I was excited to see him as a slaphead :(

[illwilledomen]

me seeing big accounts and big name guys reblog my homophobic vindicator post: Well gee mister … Im just a small town girl with a love for blocky slapheads what can i say…. hyuk *tucks a strand of my Sandy hair which shimmers in the light like a fresh baked batch of corn bread behind my dainty ear….*

[eurofox]

If you want to know how delusional manosphere types are look at this : A pudgy 50 something slaphead calling an olympic athlete 'mid'

[roththeprimordial]

Aang: Hey, Azula... I was thinking we should call each other by pet names.

Azula:... What?

Aang: Like, you can call me 'Fruit Pie', and I'll call you 'My little Fire Lily'.

Azula: You call me anything but my real name and I'll disembowel you...

Aang: C'mon, Azula... Me and my friends call each other nicknames all the time, but none of us mind. Why don't you come up with a pet name for me?

Azula: ... Baldie?

Aang: ... Uhh, yeah, I guess... But I was thinking of a name more loving and cute. Like I can call you 'Kitten', or just 'Princess'. And you can call me 'Honey' or 'Fancy Dancer'... or-

Azula: Egghead, avacado, light bulb, kneecap, boiled egg, arrowhead, baldilocks, chrome dome, Squidward, slaphead, tonsure, baldplate, ping-pong ball, beanhead, rice bean-

Aang: Okay, I get it! No pet names, just stop!

Azula: Really? Because I'm starting to get into the idea of 'pet names'.

[jjsanguine]

I shaved my head exactly a month ago and the first time I showered by ladling water out of a bucket because imo it is way more convenient than using a showerhead provided you have two working arms while slaphead bald I remembered how when he was bald J Aqua always said pouring whatever water is left in the bucket after rinsing off over your head is the best part of bathing and I was like, well I don't have to worry about getting my hair wet rn so let's try it out.

Verdict: J Aqua’s full of shit :/

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

Man, I go missing for 2 days and your asked + answered becomes busier than Grand Central. Love it though, literally sat and read it like this:

So anyway, to add in my 2-bit, there is a reason I’m Genyen anon. I love Ewan’s fuzzy bald little head as Genyen and the thought of him walking around like that gives me life. Bet his head is really nice to rub. 🖐️

Also @ derby subreddit drama, I’m just wondering how people get so much info anyway. Like do they know someone who knows someone? Do they ask around + research?Because that is crazy levels of sleuthing for info that - if you think about it - is totally pointless. What do you do with that info? Like what is the plan? Camp outside your fave’s house or something? Lol plz

Oh my god, I am obsessed with the gif. I sat and watched it for ages before reading the rest of your ask I should be writing lol

Max wet shaves his head and I have hours of fun rubbing my mits over his slaphead - I imagine the additional texture that Ewan has going on would scratch the tactile sensory itch within my brain reeeeaaaallyyyy nicely.

I can understand people being curious about Ewan - he is private to the point of being utterly obscure, but I think that curiosity shouldn't extend beyond things like wanting to know what his comfort movies are, who his favourite actor is, what are his desert island records, etc. Personal information should always be strictly off limits for people you don't know personally. Why does anyone need to know where he lives or what his parents do for a living? What positive impact would that have on your life, and what would you do with it besides violating a total stranger's right to privacy? People are strange!

Obligatory gif so my answer doesn't get chopped in the app.

[dwestfieldblog]

ABOULIA

So, God save the King eh? At 100 million pounds, his cosplay bash was well worth the moolah…indeed, my bosom swelled with pride to read that Take That, Lionel Richie and two of the Muppets were there to aid the celebrations. Nothing but the best for GB. A few houses around here still have massive British flags hanging down from 2nd floor windows, one has a long string of pennants attached down to a broken wall. Nice metaphor. Those against the monarchy were arrested outside the coronation whether or not they had padlocks, rape alarms and superglue with which to protest. Peaceful protest in a democracy? Stay at home and rant quietly lest thy neighbours report thee. Had a chat with a woman up the street about Brexit and patriotism…who said; ‘The Scottish are Scots, the Welsh are Welsh, the Irish are Irish but the English are British’.

Imagine this mentality multiplied on similar themes all over the world, and we get the current Russian war, Sudan, racists, Arab wars, Trump fans, Chinese ‘communists’, fundamentalists etc, etc. THIS group, OUR group are the most important, enslave the others and if they disagree with such inhuman bondage, punish until pliant or just kill them. Behold, the Elite have become as Gods. Robert Anton Wilson said that he had always taken the viewpoint that sure there was an elite running the world…and it was him and his friends. A more optimystic viewpoint to have, good humour is better for the immune system than hatred, says Dave, arf arf.

Very glad to see Finland join NATO in April, Turkey and Hungary continue to hum and haa over Sweden assession as the former are moaning about Kurds and the latter because of the suspension of EU funds, cancelled due to its dodgy practices…Orban is not really a big fan of democracy…the Trump of Eastern Europe, still trying to stay mates with Vlad. As is Erdogan. Massive human rights violations under him ensured Turkey won’t be getting into the Good Guys club (arf) of the EU anytime soon. However, they are both in NATO (Turkey has the second largest army) and should know far better than to kow tow to Putin on any level. Let’s hope the May 14th election will up seat Racip Tayyip. Get him out, peacefully but surely.

An American parent complained that a school history trip featuring Michelangelo’s statue of David was ‘pornographic’ and suddenly the principal is sacked. One parent. Of a 12-year-old. A modest, circumcised stone penis and testicles is offensive? Must have been a ‘christian’. The western world 2023; Art is pornography now. And Kali bless the NRA. People should be aggressively tested for intelligence before they are allowed to have children. Especially in America. How do these ‘adults’ function on this planet? What next, Mona Lisa veiled because of the curve of her breast and suggestive smile? The masses are dumb partly because they pander to the minority of the dumber.

Apparently, the international arrest warrants for Putin and Maria Belova (Children’s Rights Commissioner (sic) for Baldhead) are ‘outrageous and unacceptable’. Invasion, murder and mass kidnap deportations of children for reprogramming are not decent legal reasons? Ok. Foully rotten to see the two Ruscist slapheads Prigozhin and mad Vlad dick measuring over ammunition and dead bodies. And today, the glorious May Day Victory parade in Moscow featured one tank. Not quite Beijing or Pyongyang standards. ‘The world is at a turning point’ said Vlad, still ranting about the ‘nazis’ in Ukraine. That would be the nazis who democratically elected a Jewish actor as their president. Seems likely huh? And again with ‘the West wants to destroy Russia’ rhetoric. No they don’t Vlad, just you and your band of criminals. You are not Russia.

Xi Jinping in Moscow, still slyly giving tacit and very complicit support for the War as they don’t much approve of areas seeking to remain independent of big brother. (Witness also, their keen support for the mass murdering Myanmar junta) Winnie the Pooh, leader for life just like Putin. Tik Tok/tick tock you bastards. At least Xi seems to have chosen his successor…Surely Mad Vlad is not loopy enough to think the appallingly insane Medvedev could take over? Lock them all together in a bunker with one pistol.

Meanwhile the West must utterly excrete (I said excrete not execute) Trump and Boris. Might just be possible (please Shiva) but unlikely the East will ever get shot of (I said shot of not shoot) Putin and Pooh. As said before in other formats by my hand, the West might be decadent liars and killers but those in the East make us look like clones of the Dalai Lama. How will the world ever move forward into love, peace and net zero? AI has the solution…remove the need for any humanity whatsoever. Or improve and evolve them. Now there’s an idea, quick, trap it, regulate it, drive it underground to build in supressed power…

Boris Johnson swore to tell the whole truth about Partygate but did he FK? He needs to be swamped with lawsuit after lawsuit just like his brother in harm Trump. The perfect empty reality tv stars of the West with Megan Markle as their Victim Queen. Risible Sunak goes to school giving a lecture about the importance of Maths, failing to appreciate the bitter irony of his mis handling of his previous job and the billions lost due to foul pandemic deals, cronies and Brexit. And his own extended family getting business deals via policy….

Conservatives Thatcher and Major led the country for 18 years and the government was a brown shower of corruption by its end, leading to a landslide victory by Tony Blair which kept the Labour party in power (don’t count Gordon Brown) for 13 years, also ending in scandal and corruption. This current gang of criminals and morons of the Tory party have now been in power for 13 years. And this country has been irrevocably ruined by them. (Opinion based on stats and business reports.) There is no possible way Labour can shore up the finances, employment, and health care system of this country in a term or two unless some type of V for Vendetta type crackdown (but this time for real) is enforced. So we will be treated to the sight of bullshitter Boris et al ridiculing the new Government as they wade through a swamp of sewage which they will inherit. Much the same way as the Republicans did when Obama took over the massive deficit they had created and for which they then blamed him.

The holy DAO…a decentralised autonomous organisation free of governmental control and hierarchies, sounds good? As usual, depends on the character of the humans involved. Hierarchies always develop according to variations on the food chain and even an equally skilled pack (animal or man) working as a team will allow pragmatic nature to select a top dog. The round table still reserved the biggest chair for the king. Use nationalism, religion, fear, a cocktail of all three. Never fails. Never will. Kill for your country, protect your family and uphold the common values. (But Sir, what if the common values are based on wilful ignorance due to obviously selectively released information and encouraged prejudice? Questions a timid voice from the back of the class.)

Politicians are advised of underling psychology and act accordingly.  The constant daily manipulation of the millions who are seemingly unable to think for themselves, apparently prefer the clearly corrupt to control their reactions for them. Stir the mass, wind them up and watch them go, basing reactions on whipped up emotion rather than actual facts. Country after country, group after group. Still blaming the Bignoses (or, if you are Russian, the Bignoses AND the Nazis, not quite yet understanding their own current actions and words are in no way dissimilar to Nazis.) What are all these poor little racist didums going to do when Soros departs for higher planes? The good Christians will have to get louder about Bill Gates or the dodgy android Zuckerberg. Or Elon…

(Musk says Artificial intelligence is a dangerous thing, while buying into it. ‘Civilisation destruction’ a strong possibility he said, while buying into it. After all, who wants to be left behind in the race to destroy humanity and make money? Loved the beautiful press release from Elon’s people that his spaceship Starship (arf) experienced a ‘rapid unscheduled disassembly before stage separation’. I will call my next mental breakdown that. Unless he has copywritten it already.)

‘If they can get you asking the wrong questions, they don’t have to worry about the answers’ Thomas Pynchon Gravity’s Rainbow. The West and East will never stop their chosen methods of manipulation, why should they when they work so well? Millions’ noisy addictive focused attention on the dreams of fake lives in fame and glamour and millions more afraid of the totalitarian knock on the door. Almost all avoiding the question of ‘Who are these whorepigs governing us? ‘And ‘Can any among us truly rule fairly when man lacks consistent self-control?’. The instinct to survive turns into greed, More ! is never satisfied, so faster and faster swirling into the void of absolute entropy upon which leaders have tried to enforce control, but have failed (and will continue to do so) because they have spent centuries hollowing the centre.

‘Democracy is indispensable to socialism’. Lenin, hmmm, he also said: ‘It is true that liberty is precious; so precious that it must be rationed’. Easy to say when your boss has all the gulags. ‘A lie told often enough becomes the truth’, and don’t the leaders on all sides just believe that as an immutable fact? Whereas when one repeats a provable fact, it maintains its structural integrity in the face of unbelieving ridicule That said, even E=MC squared is only a pixel in the cosmic landscape. It is the thoughts of ‘God’ which are the sub atomic particles transforming to waves, once observed by the individual which flow through mirrors of ‘neural pathways’ in all dimensions.

This is me sober, just on Alta Rica coffee in the afternoon, listening to The Stargazers Assistant, Mirrors and Tides, Shivers and Voids on headphones. With a crunchy red apple, just before a colossal rain storm. And a day later with Popol Vuh’s  beauty on speakers, trying hard to avoid the crushing aboulia which is now constantly at the door of the heart. Dopamine circuits malfunctioning. When my respect for someone ends, they are Done, never been afraid to cull dead weight and now…it has come round to me. Like best friends, I have given myself many extra undeserved chances but now as Leonard said ‘the evidence accumulates’ and has become overwhelming…Need to do a couple more decent things with a new Will once the overlong and criminal process of inheritance tax is over months from now and then let go.

A lady up my road lost her husband last month to rapid onset dementia; I had met him some weeks before and had a fine thirty-minute conversation on many topics.  He had been a gunner in bombers in the second world war and adored music, but during his last two weeks when his wife brought him tapes to the hospital of Mozart et al, he ordered her ‘Turn that noise off’. I had always thought that however ill I would get in the future, as long as I could hear music, there would be still be joy in life. Never occurred to me how the brain can change its mind so definitively about what was Loved. 

Shivered.

‘I dream of a government that resembles jury service’. Jaz. Damn right. People who want to serve and improve/evolve society. A group only in temporary power for a fixed length of time before being replaced by similar albeit individual minds. Not years of lying greedy scumbags changing laws to suit their needs and handing out contracts to their mates before checking they can actually deliver. The flaws in this idea remain large and revolve around finding humans who are actually steadfast but flexible, rationally intuitive, good hearted without being wishy washy and strong enough to remain incorruptible by vested interests. Hmm, seems verrry likely. So, just allow nuclear war by arseholes or AI to breed humans the right way. A Matrix Terminator future. Or?

Happy springtime rising into summer, stay healthy, be free, realise in glimpses.

[incorrectjttw]

Sūn Wùkōng: Okay, how do I look? Be honest. Liù'ěr Míhóu: There’s no critic more honest than slaphead here! Tripitaka: Bad.

[mythologyfolklore]

Liù'ěr Míhóu joins the jttw gang, or: How to redeem an all-hearing celestial monkey with a superiority complex and a seriously bad attitude

Chapter Twenty-Two: Tripitaka is just done.

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Tripitaka kept a lot of secrets from the other pilgrims. Secrets he had no intention of ever revealing.

Like the dark thoughts that invaded his mind, whenever he was kidnapped by random demons.

Never would he tell his disciples about the hatred he felt towards most demons. Or about the sick satisfaction he felt, whenever Wùkōng and Wùhuàn came to rescue him and made short work of his kidnappers.

No, there was no way he'd ever voice those reprehensible thoughts.

His own helplessness and lack of agency had shattered his illusions and left him feeling less compassionate than he let on. That too would have stayed hidden behind a kindly façade, if only his new disciple wasn't so astute. But oh well, you couldn't have everything. And Tripitaka would rather put up with Wùhuàn's bad attitude than be in the situation he currently was in.

Yes, he'd been kidnapped again.

Yes, he was tied up in a cell.

Yes, he could hear his captors argue about how to best prepare him for a meal.

No, he didn't give a damn.

One of the few things the monk was truly confident in was that he wouldn't get eaten. His disciples would prevent that, as always.

The thought made him smile.

That didn't escape the kidnappers.

“What's there to smile about, monk?!”, snapped one of them.

Tripitaka chuckled: “My disciples are coming to save me.”

The other kidnapper scoffed: “Hah! As if they could get past the guards, let alone defeat us!”

The monk just smiled serenely. “Oh? Don't you know who my disciples are?”

.

“How many demons are in there?”, whispered Wùjìng.

“I hear 144 heartbeats”, Liù'ěr Míhóu whispered back. “A dozen times a dozen. What a clean number.”

Bājiè stared at the six-eared monkey like he had grown a second head. “The fuck does that have to do with the situation?!”

The other shrugged: “Dunno, I just like numbers.”

“Can you guys shut the hells up? I'm trying to make a rescue plan here!”, Wùkōng snarled.

So the others shut their mouths and waited, until the Monkey King was done planning.

The brunet monkey sighed and turned back to the others. “Okay, so here is the plan: Liù'ěr Míhóu and I will sneak inside. Bājiè and Wùjìng, you will distract the kidnappers-”

“Why am I always the distraction?”, complained Bājiè.

Wùkōng's eyes narrowed. “Because you're distracting, that's why. Also, you two will be fine, you're just gonna lure out their army and take them out, while-”

“I'm sick and tired of always being the bait!”, the pig demon snapped.

The Monkey King had to resist the urge to use his laser eyes on Bājiè.

No, he couldn't incinerate the pig. Master would be upset. And if he was upset, it spelled headache time for Wùkōng. Nope, not worth it.

“Ugh, fine! Just shut the fuck up! Okay, change of plan. Liù'ěr Míhóu, you slip inside and take care of Master, while the three of us fight the demon army … what's with that face?”, Wùkōng questioned, when he saw the Six-Eared Macaque's expression shift.

The other's face was scrunched up in concentration as he seemingly listened for specific voices.

“They're talking to slaphead … oh, he's warning them that we're coming to get him. Sounds a little too excited there. And now they're rambling about how we totally can't beat them, blablabla. Now he's giving them our names … they're not taking it seriously …” He scowled. “They're asking him about the bĭqiūní¹ he's training. He says he has no female disciple … now the fuckers are asking about me directly.”

Wùjìng mirrored the monkey's scowl. “Ah. They're that kind of asshats.”

“Apparently”, Liù'ěr Míhóu continued. “… oh, he's trying to explain to his kidnappers, how my temperament works! How gutsy! Remind me to get him some extra rice cakes later. Aaannnd they're brushing it off and insisting I'm a woman. Of course. Fucking arse- wait … his pulse is quickening … his breathing too … wow, he just ground his teeth! I think he's getting angry!”

Wùkōng's mouth suddenly felt dry; when Tripitaka ground his teeth, he was livid. And the monk never got this angry with anyone other than …

No, he had to calm down. This was stupid, his master was angry at the kidnappers, not at him, there wouldn't be pain this time, no recitation of the Tightening Sutra, why was he scared, he needed to stop-

“Eldest Brother?”

Wùjìng's gentle voice was barely reaching his ears. But it was enough to snap him back to reality. He opened his eyes (when had he even closed them?) and saw his younger brothers stare at him in concern – even Bājiè.

“You, uh … you okay there?”, the pig demon asked awkwardly. And got smacked on the head by Liù'ěr Míhóu.

“He's panicking and hyperventilating, the fuck do you think, hogface?”

Oh … I am … how the fuck did that happen? Just now I was … shit. In front of the others too, why, they weren't supposed to see me like this, why???

A large webbed hand on his back brought him back to his senses again.

“Eldest Brother, take it easy”, Wùjìng said gently. “Tell you what, why don't you stay with Bái Lóng Mă and have a moment to breathe, while we handle the whole rescue plan? We have Youngest Brother with us, it won't be a problem.”

The Monkey King just nodded weakly.

Suddenly Liù'ěr Míhóu snorted.

Wùkōng scowled: “What's so funny?!”

The other monkey snickered: “You're gonna love this! He's chewing them out for reducing me to my physical bodyparts. Hah! He just told them they're an embarrassment to their family! Brutal! Now one of them's bawling like a kid! That's fucking hilarious!”

At that Wùkōng couldn't help but laugh.

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“Just to make this clear: I regret nothing!”, Tripitaka declared, after having been rescued.

“I bet!”, Wùhuàn snickered. “You roasted them like ducks on a skewer! It was priceless!”

“I would never roast a duck. But thank you. That being said …”, he threw a concerned glance at his eldest disciple, “… what's wrong with Pilgrim? Did something happen, while I was away?”

That question was answered by Wùjìng: “When Youngest Brother informed us he heard you get angry at your kidnappers, I think it triggered something in Eldest Brother, even though he knew your anger wasn't directed at him. Perhaps some reassurance would help him feel better?”

The monk frowned and approached his eldest disciple, who was drawing into the ground with a stick.

“Pilgrim?”, he asked gently.

Wùkōng looked up. “Oh, Master. Do you need something?”

Tripitaka shook his head. “No, I'm fine. But are you okay? You seem shaken.”

“I …” A gulp. “… It's nothing.”

“Right, and I like sex”, the monk deadpanned.

To his satisfaction, Pilgrim chortled.

Tripitaka sobered up again. “But seriously. I can tell it's not nothing. What's wrong?”

The monkey lowered his head. “I … I'm sorry I wasn't part of the rescue this time”, he mumbled.

Holy Bodhisattva.

The human sighed, but crouched down (as best as he could with his aching back) and cupped his disciple's face in his hands.

“No, Pilgrim, no. Don't apologise for that. You needed a breather and that's okay. I don't fault you for that. Besides, your younger brothers did just fine rescuing me, didn't they?”

“I-”

“And you didn't resort to violence this time either (though I had to scold Wùhuàn for the bloodbath he caused). No, you've done well today. You've been a good monkey.” He opened his arms. “Do you want a hug?”

As soon as he finished that sentence, he found himself with two arms full of monkey.

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1) bĭqiūní: a Buddhist nun

[mountttmase]

https://x.com/UTDTrey/status/1795066251519074634

😂😂

Oh god it’s like battle of the slapheads

[sourcreammachine]

there’s a slaphead who lives near me and always hangs out in the window (probably because they need the sunlight to stay warm) and i recently saw them start to wear little woolly jumpers. that’s when i knew it was autumn

IT'S GROWING!!

[lindsaywesker]

Good morning!  I hope you slept well and feel rested?  Currently sitting at my desk, in my study, attired only in my blue towelling robe, enjoying my first cuppa of the day.  Happy Hump Day!

I cannot tell you how quickly Tuesday flew by!  Pow!  It was gone!  My life is flashing past me like one of them Japanese bullet trains.  I taught all day and, needless to say, I smashed it.  Lindsay’s lessons are very educational!  Every week, without fail, somebody says to me, “Wow, Lindsay, I never knew that!”

Now I’d like to talk about salad.  Salad?  What is this bald idiot talking about now?  Yes, salad.  I don’t eat salad in order to lose weight, I eat salad because it’s good for you.  I love salad and I even order it in restaurants!  I will go into a posh restaurant and order Salad Nicoise and chips because I love it!  Last night, I made a Whatever-I-Find-In-The-Fridge Salad (bacon and burgers) plus chips, of course!  Bloody delicious!  You’re lucky I didn’t post a photo of my dinner! 

Got 1-2-1 Zoom calls most of the day but, this morning, I will have time for a walk.  Weather will be nice again, so I promise to put some sun block on my slaphead.  Step count is looking much healthier, which reminds me, I must buy some new trainers.  I go to Runners Need in Camden Town to get my Brooks Ghost shoes.

Here’s another question for you: if you had a spare bedroom in your flat/house, would you and your partner/spouse sleep in separate rooms?  Research shows that more and more happy couples are sleeping in separate rooms.  Why?  Because, when you reach a certain age, sleep is very important and, when you’re comfortable in your relationship, you don’t have to do everything together; you can watch different TV shows, have different rhythms and go to bed at different times.  If I wake up in the middle of the night to use the toilet, I go downstairs to my favourite armchair!  She doesn’t snore but, in her sleep, she breathes heavily and I can’t get back to sleep!      

Have a wonderful and well-endowed Wednesday.  I love you all.  Yes, a crazy, bald man loves and cares about you.  

[dwestfieldblog]

THE EVIL ANGELICALS

So, who’s been supplying the missiles to Palestine? They can’t all be home made…who funds the fundamentals? Iran and Syria with some Arbian cash…supported with a smile by Russia with a view not only for destabilisation but to focus attention away from its invasion of Ukraine. America and any allies Israel has left will need to be concentrating a vast amount of diplomatic energy, special forces and weaponry into avoiding a serious war in the alleged ‘holy’ lands. Slovakia, Poland and Hungary have steadily been becoming more reticent over support for Zelensky as the Kremlin works hard to undermine. Seeds all over Europe germinating to rise in grim blooms of far-right groups. Black humour dark as oil to see nationalists being manipulated so easily into serving their actual enemies. As always, follow the money.

Not isolated to Europe either…Brexit and Trump were strongly financed and encouraged as the collective dumbasses in the UK and the US wilfully sucked up the disinformation in the name of (don’t laugh) patriotism. Whipped up to distraction like moralising masochists over the ‘liberal woke’, transgender issues…with the tantalising promise of taking back their countries and making them wonderfully utopian by voting for greedy, venal power-hungry politicians paid by lobbyists, oligarchs and others connected with Moscow and Beijing.

To the point where their governments were and still are, going against the advice of their own scientists, diplomats and information services.  Yeah sure, beware of deep state reptilians, covid vaccines activated by the 5g masts controlled by the Illuminati and the sneaky old Hebrews blah blah yada yada.

Dumbing down all the way has been firmly on the national curricula for quite a few decades and it all seems to be coming to a head where the West is ripe for take over. And we deserve it. Just a shame it has to be by the East rather than angelic aliens crossing dimensions of light. But that’s how it goes these days.

Bro down! Kim and Putin bestial buddies for life (and more likely Death). Looking like two cliched James Bond villains with guided tours of missile bases, nuclear bombers… weapons for the slaphead and technology for the fat Wrong Un. Military masturbation for the chuckle brothers in a substitute boner festival, because 19 months of using prisoners and pensioners as cannon fodder plus grinding losses have left the Kremlin Gremlin short of bullets. Charming to see such a pudgy North Korean greaseball whose people allegedly eat donkeys and grass while he gorges. (Not much future hope in his pale anorexic sister either.) Putin mentioned that Kim is ‘trying to develop space’. Well, he certainly takes up a lot of it. Love the way his terrified sycophants have to scribble down his golden words in notebooks to catch every fetid drop of wisdom. Perhaps he just has a very short-term memory.

Songun…is the North Korean policy of all tax money going to the military first… this means Dough Boy has plenty of stockpiles to share, as his direly undernourished population can always tighten their belts and starve harder. With regard to their chummy brotherhood, Kim said ‘I hope we will always be together in the fight against imperialism’. Hmm. Part of the definition of the word imperialism is ‘a policy of extending a country’s power and influence through use of military force.’

So, irony not at home in Wrong Un’s head. The workers really control the means of production over there, eh? All power in the hands of a few evil rich, (just the same as in imperialist capitalist democracies), not much actual communism. But then, there has never been much of that, just revolutions turning in cycles, as they do.

Russian schools are now teaching young children weapon skills…so as to be ready immediately to fight imaginary Nazis when they are called up at 16. And Russia wants to rejoin the United Nations Human Rights Council…as human rights is obviously an issue about Putin cares deeply.

‘The fact that we recognise the verbal level as internal-subjective and mistake the visual-tactile level for external-objective is the main cause of our frequent confusions, mistakes, bad judgements and repeated or dogmatic ‘wrong ideas’. Well said Robert. Give that man some Jameson and a joint of good weed,

Every person, sooner or later will experience a personal loss. A tragedy. Some can overcome and let go. Most of us will spend the rest of our lives carrying memories which cause us to drop into a spiralling void whenever we recall unbidden. Banishing rituals need to be performed within. It explains a great deal about the world, the mental burden of anguish we all shoulder. Perhaps when broken in pieces, we can better flow with the river. I have spent months now, over sensitised, looking to become functionally numb. And winter is coming.

Hibernate in a cave. Too much part of the story in reporting the facts, too emotionally unevolved, I couldn’t keep a professional distance, so I kept an amateur closeness. Too male, too English, in spite of everything I thought I’d learned. I was going to call this blog Empathy for the Devil but found there is a book with this name about helping you ‘Overcome Drug and Alcohol Problems’. Lol, as they say. My only problems in connection with these substances comes when I don’t have any immediately close to hand. Lol; eat her. Anyway, the devil never existed any more than did ‘God’. and ‘all energy flows according to the whims of the great magnet.’ HST.

(‘The resultant of all these repressions acting convexly from outside is experienced concavely from inside as the defined self; it has been defined by others.’)

Meanwhile, back in the home of the grave…with their oath keepers, proud boys and evil angelicals. Trump must not win. Should he do so, his first acts will be total revenge against all those hundreds he perceives as being enemies. He will seek to dismantle and rearrange the CIA and the FBI, the senate and the law courts. Followed by deals with Putin which will allow Ukraine to fall by withdrawing all American financial support from NATO in the name of peace.

Vlad will smile and talk of their great partnership while continuing to deal happily with China to further undermine the EU and the USA. Trump will meet with Kim again for another pointless red button dick measuring contest and also cement Netanyahu’s crushing of Palestine. (This paragraph was written in September.) Causing the Arab world (other than smiling Bin Salman who recognises pure greed and lust of power) to attack and attack and attack.

This will allow the non-Muslim world to rant about fundamentalism, share a created common enemy, start further wars to benefit the arms and oil industries, drive up prices, spread deepening global fear and causing Trump to do what any despot always does…i.e. change the laws to increase his terms in office and special powers. The massed ranks of evangelicals and ‘true patriots ‘will swell into Star Wars stormtrooper proportions in righteous fervent glee that their emperor messiah has come at last and America is finally great. Sorry, great again. Trump is a terrorist. There, it’s in writing.

At that tipping point, Putin and China will either allow the USA to fall apart under the massive weight of its colossal bullshit while trying to micromanage it not become a black hole…or by that time will have the technology to neuter America’s weapons technology from space. And the East will rule the world with an evil heart even worse than the West.

Hope I haven’t missed any negative bits. There is always the beautiful ‘random’ factor of chance. And Trump’s life is finite. Just continues to seem weird that in such a big and democratic country, the best candidates they can excrete upwards are an ancient man and a truly hateful orange scumbag. And the others. Sheesh.

Now the British (well, half German) Queen is dead, not sure Trump gives a toss about the plague ship UK and we can continue our downward spiral as America’s 51st state. Unsure who outside of Britain would give a toss if we were annihilated with clean fission weapons…other than the oligarchs who have well-appointed properties here. Irradiated real estate is hard to sell.

The old science fiction idea of the rich paying for tickets out of here to survive in space colonies or travel cryogenically frozen to a distant planet is also becoming ever more plausible. Egos unable to comprehend flesh being finite will demand their brilliant lives survive this burning, flooding, earthquaking world. Funny, as the majority of such types also refuse to believe in global warming, due to being stockholders in companies which vomit pollution.

Of course, the self-chosen ones will need a few hundred self-replicating proletariat slaves for manual labour. And we are back to Sumerian times. Anthropomorphic polytheism many gods in human form. Modern Moses the Egyptian comes down the mountain with a couple of Apple tablets. ARF.

Thirteen years of Tory misrule, I’m not a socialist but… Green Rishi ‘Long Term Decisions for a Brighter Future’ Sunak, backtracking and U turning on every single save-the-planet idea they had (due to the insurrection against ULEZ cameras because a handful of votes might be in it) is truly disgusting. The Conservatives, preserving the dysfunctional status quo, not quite as net zero as they might have led suckers to believe. Fossil fuels for fossilised hearts.

And Home Secretary Suella, a second-generation immigrant pulling up the drawbridge against an ‘invasion’ of the wrong sort of aliens, reminded me of an interview with a Pakistani gentleman over twenty years ago. He had come over in the seventies and opened up a newsagent and upon being asked what he thought the worst problems were in Britain, he immediately said ‘There are too many foreigners coming over here’. I felt the same way in Prague, far too many Brits and Yanks wanting to be musicians and teachers, go home scumbags. One likes to imagine one is individual and important compared to amateurs. Arf#2.

During the day, I write, do housecleaning, gardening and read books in silence. In the evenings, I switch off the machine with whisky and sound. Watch a good film or some comedy. Open and raw, peaceful as Zen then numb and enclosed but in a good mood to go to bed and enjoy my dreaming. 23 (wouldn’t you know it?) bits of writing have suddenly appeared within the last 5 weeks. Tiptoe the line between fine tuning and overthinking And it is finally time after five years, to take out my guitar…

HAPPY SAMHAIN/HALLOWEEN TO YOU, with Love