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A TALE OF TWO TWATS
cretins...


...nursing home residents were spat upon, spanked, improperly touched, and tormented by the teenagers earlier this year. Excerpts of the misdemeanor complaints can be found below. Broitzman allegedly poked one resident's breasts, spit into the mouth of another elderly person, and "put her bare butt" in the face of a Good Samaritan Society resident identified as "S.W." Larson once "inserted her finger into a resident's rectum," spit water on another "vulnerable adult," and would deliberately bathe a resident in a rough manner so the elderly man would get an erection.
I hope they get jail time but odds are they won't.
I see this attitude among more and more kids today...
Contempt for the rules of civilized society & behavior.
They should rot.
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TROUBLED LAND
John Mellencamp -- Farm Aid champion and one of the heartland's favorite singer-songwriters -- has created a new video for the song "Troubled Land," a track from his latest album, Life Death Love And Freedom. The black and white clip was directed by Martyn Atkins, shot on location in Savannah, Georgia, and takes its subject matter beyond the implied anti-war message of Mellencamp's tag line "bring peace to this troubled land." The video's small town backdrop to Mellencamp's troubadour style of storytelling employs visuals such as a threatening wolf, teens pummeling a luxury car in a junkyard, a reverse-burning flag, and money freely blowing along a sidewalk, suggesting a decaying culture in desperate need of repair. Further emphasizing that point, one of the verse's lyrics conjures harbingers of sorrow and hunger walking ever-closer to their destination, visually accented by a sign-spinner performing with a "foreclosure" advertisement and a gas pump meter spinning wildly upwards. However, the video ends with a message of hope, it's last scene of a baby crawling across an American flag suggesting rebirth and renewed idealism.
Watch the video:
For this article, John said the following:
We're fighting wars we shouldn't be fighting and we've been spending money we don't have on those wars. Working people are falling into poverty and jobs are shipped overseas as corporations get tax breaks for doing so while are prisons overflow. I put out a song about the way things are called 'Troubled Land' to give folks the news like Woody Guthrie used to do with his music.And in his recent Indiana radio ad for Barack Obama, Mellencamp stated, "I've seen a lot of small towns, and now I'm seeing small towns across America dying, folks losing their jobs and their homes. Eight years of George Bush has really hurt, and John McCain is just more of the same...I'm proud to support Barack Obama, because whether you live in a small town or a big city, it's time for a change."
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Posted by anthonynorth on March 5, 2008
The Wild West provided many horror stories. But few can beat the fate of George Donner’s wagon train, taking new settlers to California. In August 1846 it took a wrong turn and got lost in the Sierra Nevada.Starving, the 26 men, 14 women and 44 children decided on a new method of staying alive. They ate each other. The settlers became cannibals - and they are not alone.
CASES OF CANNIBALISM
During Napoleon’s retreat from Russia in 1812 some 12,000 men perished at Vilna in December. Over three days the cold and starvation got so much that many began to eat parts of the already dead.Some four years later - in July 1816 - the French frigate Medusa ran aground off Senegal. Some 151 men built a raft and attempted to escape. Starvation, drowning and eventually murder led to ten surviving. Many of them had been eaten.One of the worst modern cases concerned a Uruguayan plane en route to Chile in the winter of 1972, with 45 people onboard. It crashed in the Andes. Slowly they began to die of cold and starvation. After ten days it was decided to eat the recently dead in order to survive. Although eight died in an avalanche, only 19 of the original 45 survived.
CANNIBALS OF THE PAST
In the above cases we can see people turning to cannibalism in order to survive. But there is much more to cannibalism than this. The practice seems to be ancient indeed. Engravings of early Native Americans depict them eating limbs. Many African tribes were cannibal, bringing us the stereotypical image of placing the missionary in the pot.Remains of Peking Man, discovered in 1972 near Choukoutein in China, and possibly half a million years old, show evidence of human skulls split open and their brains extracted.The Christian St Jerome wrote of cannibalism in Scotland in the 4th century AD. Greek historian Strabo said that tribes in Ireland practised it. As a normal tribal practice, it survived longest in Borneo and the Amazon basin - areas where Christian missionaries were wary of going.
WHAT EATS US?
So fascinated have we been of the practice that writers such as Jean Jacques Rousseau and Jules Verne used cannibals as fictional heroes; and to this day we like a good fictional cannibal, Hannibal Lecter being an obvious example.When survival isn’t an obvious reason for cannibalism, why did so many people indulge? The Missionary James Chambers decided, after studying people in New Guinea in the 1940s, that it was all down to taste. Human flesh simply tasted the best.This agreed with 19th century explorer Alfred St Johnston, who argued the Fijians ate human flesh for its own sake. Studies of modern western cannibals offer another dimension.
FLESH EATING KILLERS
When Wisconsin necrophile Ed Gein was arrested in 1957 he was found to be sexually frustrated, and had been digging up new female corpses for years. As well as satisfying himself sexually, he devoured parts of them.Wayne Boden, arrested in Calgary, Canada, in 1971, was dubbed as the ‘Vampire Rapist’. This is misleading. Raping and killing four women, most of whom he had already dated, he would bite deeply into breasts and neck. This is as close to cannibalism as you can get.Many sexual assaults - usually caused by being ‘too rough’ with a sexual partner - can go as far as biting off nipples and swallowing them. At the lower end of the scale we have the love bite.
SEX AND SPIRITUALITY
Many researchers argue that this is a sexual form of absolute possession, and extremely sexually charged. It seems that many of us are closer to being cannibals than we dare to admit.Cannibalism tended to die out in tribal societies when Christian missionaries arrived. Some researchers argue this is because these tribes suddernly understood the concept of the soul. However, this does not stand up to scrutiny. The Christian Eucharist involves symbolic cannibalism with bread and wine being symbolic of the body and blood of Christ.A further problem is that virtually all tribal societies understood a form of soul. Indeed, ritualised cannibalism of this sort can be seen as ’soul’ driven. In eating dead enemies, cannibalism can be seen as controlling the spirits of their enemies.When eating relatives - especially older ones - it is as if the cannibal is imbibing the attributes of wisdom or courage of the ‘victim’. For instance, some Amazon tribes ate the bone ash of their kin - this is certainly not taste driven, but far more fundamental.
ENHANCING THE HUMAN
As late as 1654 a Silesian bandit was recorded eating an unborn baby’s heart to make himself stronger. Again, we have the hint that cannibalism is an enabling practice.Hungarian anthropologist Oscar Maerth went so far as to argue that cannibalism was responsible for the birth in intelligent thought. Half a million years ago we became human through eating the brains of other humans, thus increasing our intelligence.This idea seems absurd, yet an experiment with planarian worms is worrying. Taught to navigate a maze, the worm is killed and fed to another. This other worm is able to negotiate the maze immediately.Even more interesting is the fact that some tadpoles eat adult members of their own species so that they grow to adulthood faster.
IT’S DEADLY, YOU KNOW
Cannibalism is a far more interesting subject than the horror of it suggests. The word itself is derived from the Caribs of South America and the Caribbean, who were said to eat people by their Spaniard conquerers.Yet, with recent knowledge of Kuru - a spongiform brain disease exhibited by cannibals in the South Pacific in the 1950s - we are beginning to see that cannibalism is deadly.This presents a paradox. If cannibalism was so widespread, how did tribal societies survive? If they all indulged, why did they not all die of a spongiform disease? Perhaps because only a select few may have become cannibals in any one tribe.
RITUAL PRACTICES
Most tribal ritual throughout the world was orchestrated by a hysteric known as a shaman. He has many other names such as witchdoctor or medicine man. These special people were chosen at an early age and brought up differently to other tribesmen. Usually natural schizophrenics, they could go into trances and speak with spirits.Another essential practice of many tribal societies was sacrifice. In this way, they appeased the spirits. Yet could it be that early tribal societies realised that eating certain parts of the same species - brains, for instance - caused a strange affliction many years down the road, which we could identify as a spongyform?If so, a stage of delerium would come where many of the attributes of shamanism would be seen. And with the end result being sacrifice, perhaps cannibalism was a real route through which a tribe communed with their gods.
(c) Anthony North, March 2008
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12 Responses to “CANNIBALISM”
Nick Heard Says: March 5, 2008 at 8:14 pm
I commend you for writing this article, as it is a subject that interests me. However, you make several peculiar assumptions and broad claims which are either factually incorrect or untested generalisations.
First, I would like to refute your claim that Shamans are “…Usually natural schizophrenics”. I can only assume this is a leap on your part. Shamans tend to use some kind of psychoactive substance (ayahuasca in the Amazon, peyote in South Western USA and Northern Mexico etc.) as well as ritualised music to enter a trance. Not all Shamanistic practice involves the use of psychoactives, and it is probably better aligned to meditation than mental illness.However, it is interesting to note that there is a psycho-spiritual crisis known as Shamanic illness (shamanistic initiatory crisis) in the west, which occurs in Shamanic cultures among boys becoming shamans. The boys will often sing and dance in an unconventional way or appear to be bothered by spirits. Rather than a sign of mental illness, these symptoms are taken as a sign that the boy should take the “office” of Shaman (Lukoff, 1992). Much as stigmata occurs almost exclusively in Catholic communities, shamanistic initiatory crisis occurs exclusively in shamanic cultures and should be viewed as a cultural idiosyncrasy (probably psychosomatic or heavily ritualised conditioning) rather than a psychological disorder.
In the section “Cannibals of the Past”, you mention cannibalism in Africa, where there is very little evidence of it ever having been ritualised or occurring to any significant degree in the last thousand years. You go on to associate this with the late 19th/early 20th century Western image of “the missionary in the pot”. This has far more to do with New Guinea and Melanesia than Africa. You state that as a “normal tribal practice” it survived longest in Borneo and the Amazon basin. There are two problems with this.(1)While it is true that for some groups cannibalism was a normal part of life (among the Fore of New Guinea the women and children ritually ate the bodies of their dead) most cultures who engaged in cannibalism did so only in unusual circumstances (Aztec human sacrifice and cannibalism as a ritualised response to ecological and agricultural problems resulting from over-population [Harner 1977:119]).(2)Ritualised cannibalism with specific cultural significance has, without any doubt, survived longest in New Guinea (comprising of the independent nation of Papua New Guinea and the Indonesian province/state of Irian Jaya). The degenerative disease of the nervous system, Kuru (which I was pleased to see you mention elsewhere) is only transmissible through the consumption of infected human brain tissue and was documented well into the 20th century. New Guinea is a mountainous, inaccessible place with few roads and thousands of isolated valleys. There are large tracts of the island still unexplored by Westerners or Asians. It is possible that in the more remote areas of the island, cannibalism in some form or another is still practiced by some groups (for example, the Korowai/Kolufo people).
I think it is very important to point out that archaeological evidence points to cannibalism having been ritually practiced at one point or another all over the world, from the Ancient Britons to Germanic tribes to Melanesians of New Guinea to Tierra Del Fuego in southern Patagonia. It is also important to mention that allegations of cannibalism have been used throughout history as slander or propaganda. European claims of cannibalism during the colonial period were often exaggerated or simply invented as a justification for oppression and cultural genocide (the Christianisation of the previously non-Christian world by state-sponsored missionaries).
Finally, I think it is very important when discussing cannibalism (particularly ritualised cannibalism with apparent cultural significance) to mention the reasons for cannibalism emerging as a ritual practice.As I mentioned earlier, Aztec human sacrifice and attendant cannibalism were a ritualised consequence of overpopulation and agricultural disaster manifested in an extreme form of cultural materialism. As a result of the huge population in the Valley of Mexico, the decrease in wild game and the absence of a domesticated herbivore as a source of animal protein “…this made the ecological situation of the Aztecs and their neighbours unique among the worlds major civilisations…. Large scale cannibalism, disguised as sacrifice, was a natural consequence of this situation.” (Harner 1977). Over 250,000 people were sacrificed each year. The hearts were offered to the Sun God, but the arms and legs were eaten by the upper classes (commoners were forbidden to partake of human flesh). The contribution of this meat protein to the upper classes would have been significant. It also sustained the priests, keeping the status quo intact.Harris has suggested that the rise of cannibalism in New Guinea and the rest of Melanesia was the culturally materialistic ritualisation of food shortage coincidental with European arrival. This is, however just an idea.Cannibalism as a ritual practice always has a practical, cultural or religious significance. However, we can separate ritual cannibalism from Shamanism. Ritual cannibalism is the actualisation of the spiritual. Eating ones dead relatives among the Fore women and children may have been an attempt at self-regeneration (Lindenbaum 1972:251). This has little to do with the spirit world dealt with by the Shamans in shamanistic cultures, which is invisible to non-shamans.
I know I may seem like I’m nit picking, but it is very easy to get the wrong idea about cannibalism. Groups who engage(d) in cannibalism should not be looked upon as “savage” or “brutal” and certainly not as “primitive”. It can be argued that every superstition, every myth, every taboo, every ritual possessed by a culture is a cultural response to the pressures of their surrounding environment. It is important that youngsters reading articles about cannibalism should not be given any excuse to form negative views on indigenous cultures.
Keweno Says: March 5, 2008 at 8:45 pm
Just a small correction needed. The Donner party was lost in the Sierra Nevada, near what is now known as Donner Summit in Northern California. There is a monument and have been archeological digs at the site. I live approximately 90 miles from this site and have seen it and driven by it numerous times in my 30+ years living in Northern California.
anthonynorth Says: March 5, 2008 at 10:16 pm
Hi Nick,Many thanks for this input. The man in the pot image was, as I pointed out, ’stereotypical’, usually based on Hollywood interpretations, and should be taken in this way.My reference to shamans as ’schizophrenic’ is, in prehistoric tribal cultures, a possibility. Yes, many used hallucinogens, etc, but we can read too much into this, making it the only reason for shamanism.Rather, anthropological studies suggest shamans were often picked as children after exhibiting natural ’shamanistic’ abilities - i.e. communing with spirits, hysterical behaviour, etc. The parallel with schizophrenia is, I think, a possibility. As to it being a ‘mental illness’, in our society, yes, but in theirs? Probably not. More a gift.You point out that I make ‘assumptions’. You then write, at one point:
‘Aztec human sacrifice and attendant cannibalism were a ritualised consequence of overpopulation and agricultural disaster manifested in an extreme form of cultural materialism.’
There are many other theories to account for this. To give this theory absolute validity is little more than an assumption in itself.This said, you mention some valid points which add to the dscussion. Many thanks.
Hi Keweno,Sloppy geographical research on my part, there. I have corrected that error. Many thanks for bringing it to my attention.
red pill junkie Says: March 6, 2008 at 7:00 pm
“…Although eight died in an avalanche, only 19 of the original 45 survived.”
This is true, but it has to be pointed out that the survivors never killed anyone to stay alive. The others that died after the crash fell victim of avalanches and because of the injures that could not be treated properly.
The comment made by Nick was inteesting, although I also have doubts that the cannibalistic habits of the Aztecs should be atributed to starvation and agricultural problems. Although I’m aware that some studies seem to indicate the general population had nutritional problems based on chemical analisis of bones, I’m also aware that the aztecs managed to make aazing things to exploit the surface of the Texcoco lake, by building artificial islands called “chinampas”, which are a form of rafts with several layers of organic top soil that can be used to grow produce. The chinampas were EXTREMELY productive, and not only tha, but the lake had also ample resources in birds like ducks and herons.
So overall, I believe there was a more ritualistic and POLITICAL reasons for canibalism among the aztecs. All the sacrifices they made were seeing as a means to sustain the Sun. And I believe the wars where warriors were taken captive to be sacrificed was instaured by a very important political figure called Tlacaelel during the reign of Moctezuma Xocoyotzin, so they were a (fairly) recent thing by the time the spaniards came.
Incidentally, there is a traditional dish in mexican cuisine called Pozole, made out of pork, which is said to be an aztec recipe that was made of human flesh back in those days. I don’t know if that’s true, but I sure LOVE pozole!
anthonynorth Says: March 6, 2008 at 10:24 pm
Hi Red,The reasons for Aztec ritual, sacrifice, cannibalism, etc, trouble me deeply in terms of their psychology. They produced such beautiful art, they were almost pragmatists in some of their social and engineering techniques, so why so barbaric, to the absolute extreme, in their rituals?It is almost certain that their rituals were not theirs, but remembered from previous cultures. And there is a theory that they misunderstood such things as ‘cutting away the world’ in terms of meditation and spirituality, and took it literally, cutting away the body.Could their sacrifice and cannibalism be due to a misunderstanding? I just can’t get it out of my mind that it could be. It’s the only thing that would take away this extreme contradiction.
red pill junkie Says: March 7, 2008 at 2:05 am
That troubling contradiction is the very thing that makes us human Anthony. I believe that the cultures who display the greatest signs of affection and family bonds, are also the ones capable of the most brutal and bloody acts. This is certainly true from tribes in the Amazon forest to Sicilian mafias.
If you read aztec poetry, or the way they referred to their children (my little flower bud, my most precious jade stone) you could sense they have great love for their sons and daughters. However, the aztecs parents had also extremely brutal ways to punish disobedient children, like forcing them to inhale the fumes of burning chili peppers (water-boarding is nothing compare to that!).
Remember the movie Apocalypse now: “The horror… the horror…”
Larry Johnson Says: March 7, 2008 at 2:28 am
I find that relating the “Christina Eucharist” in terms of cannibalism to be offensive. As a Christian, I have always been taught to think of it as the same way that a fetus receives nourishment from it’s mother or the way a baby receives nourishment from it’s mother. The Eucharist is nourishment to be given which in no way subtracts from the body like losing an arm or a leg would be.Either I am right or we all started as cannibals from the time we were conceived. YUM YUM!!! What a thought!!!
Ciao,
Larry Johnson
anthonynorth Says: March 7, 2008 at 9:27 am
Hi Red,Very true. You’d think with my oft used words on contradiction and moderation, I’d know that Still, an intriguing idea, what?
Hi Larry,I play around with ideas, nothing more. It is how we’ve learnt things down the centuries.Unfortunately, it sometimes comes out as offensive to some people. But that’s free speech for you.
Nick Heard Says: March 7, 2008 at 5:26 pm
Anthony, thanks for the reply. I take your point aboput Aztec human sacrifice.
Thank you for your clarification on what you meant concerning “schizophrenic” shamans, and apologies for my initial misunderstanding of it. It seems I very much agree with you on this. Part of what I was trying to say in my previous very much concerns the dangers of analysing other cultures based on western criteria, as was the norm in the colonial period. I rather like the idea that what is viewed as mental illness in our own culture is viewed as a gift in others. Indeed, it has been suggested that many medieval European visionaries would, today, be diagnosed with various psychological disorders.
It’s all terribly interesting.
Keep up the good work!
Nick Heard Says: March 7, 2008 at 5:56 pm
Red Phil Junkie makes a valid point. As Anthony mentioned, there are other scenarios that could have resulted in the huge levels of human sacrifice and cannibalism reported. Some have suggested that the claims were hugely exaggerated by the Spaniards in order to gain support for the conquest. Sahlins (1979) suggests that sacrifice was the communion of priest and victim, thus endowing the victim with a far greater spiritual significance than “ordinary” citizens. Ortiz de Montellano, one of the most notale critics of the cultural materialism argument suggests that only sacrificial victims and battle casualties could go to a heaven of the Sun God, to be reborn as hummingbirds and butterflies.
One fellow, Arens, makes the bold claim that cannibalism has never existed anywhere in the world as ritual practice. He states that it was only ever a fantasy which groups attributed to their neighbours. This, of course, disregards not only the global archaeological evidence but also the numerous people who have sat in amongst Fijian tribes, or the Kwaio people, or the Fore and countless other groups and watched them engage in various kinds of ritualised cannibalism. Perhaps some of this was colonial fabrication, but surely not all.
I accept that I presented the cultural materialistic view of Aztec sacrifice and cannibalism as fact, which was probably a little blinkered of me. It is, however, an explanation that I lean towards, even though I except that there are other possibilities.
anthonynorth Says: March 7, 2008 at 6:42 pm
Hi Nick,Many thanks for your replies. Again, you’ve added to the duscussion. That is always appreciated.
lisa Says: March 26, 2008 at 8:37 pm
response to Nick Herd.
It would seem that any matter disscussed in an objective manner in the context of history will demand respect.
Dont forgat that a lot of us could not care less and just want to say eeer or feel better than others and lastly cement our similarities to feel better about our selves and our social group.
On the other hand some ill educated individuals may take the article to be authoritive…how do you feel about cannibalism?
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“The Money Myth Exploded” was one of the first articles of Louis Even, and remains one of the most popular to explain how money is created as a debt by private banks. An explosion had blown their ship apart. Each one grasped the first bit of wreckage that came to hand. And when it was over, there were five left, five huddled on a raft which the waves carried along at their will. As for the other victims of the disaster, there was no sign of them. Hour after long hour their eyes searched the horizon. Would some passing ship sight them? Would their make-shift raft finds its way to some friendly shore? Suddenly a cry rang out: “Land! Look! Over there, in the direction the waves are carrying us!” And as the vague silhouette proved itself to be, in fact, the outline of a shore, the figures on the raft danced with joy. They were five. There was Frank, the carpenter, big and energetic. It was he who had first cried, “Land!”. Then Paul, a farmer. You can see him, front and left in the picture, on his knees, one hand against the floor, the other gripping the mast of the raft. Next is Jim, an animal breeder; he's the one in the striped pants, kneeling and gazing in the direction of land. Then there is Harry, an agriculturist, a little on the stout side, seated on a trunk salvaged from the wreck. And finally Tom, a prospector and a mineralogist; he is the merry fellow standing in the rear of the picture with his hand on the carpenter's shoulder. To our five men, setting foot on land was like returning to life from the grave. When they had dried and warmed themselves their first impulse was to explore this little island on to which they had been cast, far from civilization. A quick survey was sufficient to raise their spirit. The island was not a barren rock. True enough, they were the only men on it at the moment. But judging from the herds of semi-domesticated animals they encountered, there must have been men here at some time before them. Jim, the animal breeder, was sure he could completely domesticate them and put them to good service. Paul found the island's soil, for the most part, to be quite suitable for cultivation. Harry discovered some fruit trees which, if properly tended, would give good harvests. Most important were the large stands of timber embracing many types of wood. Frank, without too much difficulty, would be able to build houses for the little community. As for Tom, the prospector, well, the rock formations of the island showed signs of rich mineral deposits. Lacking the tools, Tom still felt his ingenuity and initiative could produce metals from the ores. So each could serve the common good with his special talent. All agreed to call the place Salvation Island. All gave thanks to Providence for the reasonably happy ending to what could have been stark tragedy. Here are the men at work. The carpenter builds houses and makes furniture. At first they find their food where they can. But soon the fields are tilled and seeded, and the farmer has his crops. As season followed season this island, this heritage of the five men, Salvation Island, became richer and richer. Its wealth was not that of gold or of paper bank notes, but one of true value; a wealth of food and clothing and shelter, of all the things to meet human needs. Each man worked at his own trade. Whatever surpluses he might have of his own produce, he exchanged for the surplus products of the others. Life wasn't always as smooth and complete as they could have wished it to be. They lacked many of the things to which they had been accustomed in civilization. But their lot could have been a great deal worse. Besides, all had experienced the depression in Canada. They still remembered the empty bellies side by side with stores crammed with food. At least, on Salvation Island, they weren't forced to see the things they needed rot before their eyes. Taxes were unknown here. Nor did they go in constant fear of seizure by the bailiff. They worked hard but at least they could enjoy the fruits of their toil. So they developed the island, thanking God and hoping for the day of reunion with their families, still in possession of life and health, those two greatest of blessings. Our men often got together to talk over their affairs. Under the simple economic system which had developed, one thing was beginning to bother then more and more; they had no form of money. Barter, the direct exchange of goods for goods, had its drawbacks. The products to be exchanged were not always at hand when a trade was discussed. For example, wood delivered to the farmer in winter could not be paid for in potatoes until six months later. Sometimes one man might have an article of considerable size which he wished to exchange for a number of smaller articles produced by different men at different times. All this complicated business and laid a heavy burden on the memory. With a monetary system, however, each one could sell his products to the others for money. With this money he could buy from the others the things he wanted, when he wished and when they were available. It was agreed that a system of money would indeed be very convenient. But none of them knew how to set up such a system. They knew how to produce true wealth - goods. But how to produce money, the symbol of this wealth, was something quite beyond them. They were ignorant of the origin of money, and needing it they didn't know how to produce it. Certainly, many men of education would have been in the same boat; all our governments were in that predicament during the ten years prior to the war. The only thing the country lacked at that time was money, and the governments apparently didn't know what to do to get it. One evening, when our boys were sitting on the beach going over their problem for the hundredth time, they suddenly saw approaching a small boat with a solitary man at the oars. They learned that he was the only survivor of a wreck. His name: Oliver. Delighted to have a new companion, they provided him with the best that they had, and they took him on an inspection tour of the colony. “Even though we're lost and cut off from the rest of the world,” they told him, “we haven't too much to complain about. The earth and the forest are good to us. We lack only one thing — money. That would make it easier for us to exchange our products.” “Well, you can thank Providence,” replied Oliver, “because I am a banker, and in no time at all, I'll set up a system of money guaranteed to satisfy you. Then you'll have everything that people in civilization have.” A banker!... A BANKER!... An angel coming down out of the clouds couldn't have inspired more reverence and respect in our men. For, after all, are we not accustomed, we people in civilization, to genuflect before bankers, those men who control the lifeblood of finance? “Mr. Oliver, as our banker, your only occupation on this island will be to look after our money; no manual labour.” “I shall, like every other banker, carry out to complete satisfaction my task of forging the community's prosperity.” “Mr. Oliver, we're going to build you a house that will be in keeping with your dignity as a banker. But in the meantime, do you mind if we lodge you in the building that we use for our get-togethers?” “That will suit me, my friends. But first of all, unload the boat. There's paper and a printing press, complete with ink and type, and there's a little barrel which I exhort you to treat with the greatest care.” They unloaded everything. The small barrel aroused intense curiosity in our good fellows. “This barrel,” Oliver announced, “contains a treasure beyond dreams. It is full of... gold!” Full of gold! The five all but swooned. The god of civilization here on Salvation Island! The yellow god, always hidden, yet terrible in its power, whose presence or absence or slightest caprice could decide the very fate of all the civilized nations! “Gold! Mr. Oliver, you are indeed a great banker!” “Oh august majesty! Oh honorable Oliver! Great high priest of the god, gold! Accept our humble homage, and receive our oaths of fidelity!” “Yes, my friends, gold enough for a continent. But gold is not for circulation. Gold must be hidden. Gold is the soul of healthy money, and the soul is always invisible. But I'll explain all that when you receive your first supply of money.” Before they went their separate ways for the night, Oliver asked them one last question. “How much money will you need to begin with in order to facilitate trading?” They looked at one another, then deferentially towards the banker. After a bit of calculation, and with the advice of the kindly financier, they decided that $200 each would do. The men parted, exchanging enthusiastic comments. And in spite of the late hour, they spent most of the night lying awake, their imaginations excited by the picture of gold. It was morning before they slept. As for Oliver, he wasted not a moment. Fatigue was forgotten in the interests of his future as a banker. By dawn's first light, he dug a pit into which he rolled the barrel. He then filled it in, transplanting a small shrub to the spot about which he carefully arranged sod. It was well hidden. Then he went to work with his little press to turn out a thousand $1 bills. Watching the clean new banknotes come from his press, the refugee turned banker thought to himself: “My! How simple it is to make money. All its value comes from the products it will buy. Without produce, these bills are worthless. My five naive customers don't realize that. They actually think that this new money derives its value from gold! Their very ignorance makes me their master.” And as evening drew on, the five came to Oliver — on the run. Five bundles of new banknotes were sitting on the table. “Before distributing the money,” said the banker, “I would like your attention. “Now, the basis of all money is gold. And the gold stored away in the vault of my bank is my gold. Consequently, the money is my money. Oh! Don't look so discouraged. I'm going to lend you this money, and you're going to use it as you see fit. However, you'll have to pay interest. Considering that money is scarce here, I don't think 8% is unreasonable.” “Oh, that's quite reasonable, Mr. Oliver.” “One last point, my friends. Business is business, even between pals. Before you get the money, each of you is going to sign a paper. By it you will bind yourselves to pay both interest and capital under penalty of confiscation of property by me. Oh! This is a mere formality. Your property is of no interest to me. I'm satisfied with money. And I feel sure that I'll get my money, and that you'll keep your property.” “That makes sense, Mr. Oliver. We're going to work harder than ever in order to pay you back.” “That's the spirit. And any time you have a problem, you come and see me. Your banker is your best friend. Now here's two hundred dollars for each one of you.” And our five brave fellows went away, their hands full of dollar bills, their heads swimming with the ecstasy of having money. And so Oliver's money went into circulation on the island. Trade, simplified by money, doubled. Everybody was happy. And the banker was always greeted with unfailing respect and gratitude. But now, let's see... Why does Tom, the prospector, look so grave as he sits busily figuring with a pencil and paper? It is because Tom, like the others, has signed an agreement to repay Oliver, in one year's time, the $200 plus $16 interest. But Tom has only a few dollars in his pocket, and the date of payment is near. For a long time he had wrestled with this problem from his own personal point of view, without success. Finally, he looked at it from the angle of the little community as a whole. “Taking into consideration everyone on the island as a whole,” he mused, “are we capable of meeting our obligations? Oliver turned out a total of $1000. He's asking in return $1080. But even if we bring him every dollar bill on the island, we'll still be $80 short. Nobody made the extra $80. We turn out produce, not dollar bills. So Oliver can take over the entire island, since all the inhabitants together can't pay him back the total amount of the capital and the interest. “Even if a few, without any thought for the others, were able to do so, those others would fall. And the turn of the first spared would come eventually. The banker will have everything. We'd better hold a meeting right away and decide what to do about it.” Tom, with his figures in his hand, had no difficulty in proving the situation. All agreed that they had been duped by the kindly banker. They decided upon a meeting at Oliver's. Oliver guessed what was on their minds, but he put on his best front. While he listened, the impetuous Frank stated the case for the group. “How can we pay you $1080 when there is only $1000 on the entire island?” “That's the interest, my friends. Has not your rate of production increased?” “Sure, but the money hasn't. And it's money you're asking for, not our products. You are the only one who can make money. You've made only $1000, and yet you ask $1080. That's an impossibility!” “Now listen, fellows. Bankers, for the greater good of the community, always adapt themselves to the conditions of the times. I'm going to require only the interest. Only $80. You will go on holding the capital.” “Bless you, Mr. Oliver! Are you going to cancel the $200 each of us owes you?” “Oh no! I'm sorry, but a banker never cancels a debt. You still owe me all the money you borrowed. But you'll pay me, each year, only the interest. If you meet the interest payments faithfully each year, I won't push you for the capital. Maybe some won't be able to repay even the interest because of the money changing hands among you. Well, organize yourselves like a nation. Set up a system of money contributions, what we call taxes. Those who have more money will be taxed more; the poor will pay less. See to it that you bring me, in one lump sum, the total of the amount of interest, and I'll be satisfied. And your little nation will thrive.” So our boys left, somewhat pacified, but still dubious. Oliver is alone. He is deep in reflection. His thoughts run thus: “Business is good. These boys are good workers, but stupid. Their ignorance and naivety is my strength. They ask for money, and I give them the chains of bondage. They give me flowers, and I pick their pockets. “True enough, they could mutiny and throw me into the sea. But pshaw! I have their signatures. They're honest. They'll honor their pledges. Honest, hardworking people were put into this world to serve the Financiers. “Oh great Mammon! I feel your banking genius coursing through my entire being! Oh, illustrious master! How right you were when you said: `Give me control of a nation's money, and I won't mind who makes its laws.' I am the master of Salvation Island because I control its money. “My soul is drunk with enthusiasm and ambition. I feel I could rule the universe. What I, Oliver, have done here, I can do throughout the entire world. Oh! If only I could get off this island! I know how I could govern the world without wearing a crown. “My supreme delight would be to instill my philosophy in the minds of those who lead society: bankers, industrialists, politicians, reformers, teachers, journalists — all would be my servants. The masses are content to live in slavery when the elite from among them are constituted to be their overseers.” Meanwhile, things went from bad to worse on Salvation Island. Production was up, and bartering had dropped to a minimum. Oliver collected his interest regularly. The others had to think of setting money aside for him. Thus, money tended to clot instead of circulating freely. Those who paid the most in taxes complained against those who paid less. They raised the prices of their goods to compensate for this loss. The unfortunate poor who paid no taxes lamented the high cost of living, and bought less. If one took a salaried job with another, he was continually demanding increases in salary in order to meet the mounting cost of living. Morale was low. The joy went out of living. No one took an interest in his work. Why should he? Produce sold poorly. When they would make a sale, they had to pay taxes to Oliver. They went without things. It was a real crisis. And they accused one another of wanting in charity, and of being the cause of the high cost of living. One day, Harry, sitting in his orchard, pondered over the situation. He finally arrived at the conclusion that this “progress”, born of a refugee's monetary system, had spoiled everything on the island. Unquestionably, all five had their faults, but Oliver's system seemed to have been specifically designed to bring out the worst in human nature. Harry decided to demonstrate this to his friends and to unite them for action. He started with Jim, who was not hard to convince. “I'm no genius,” he said, “but for a long time now there's been a bad smell about this banker's system.” One by one they came to the same conclusion, and they ended up by deciding to have another conference with Oliver. A veritable tempest burst about the ears of the banker. “Money's scarce on the island, fellow, because you take it away from us! We pay you and pay you, and still we owe you as much as at the beginning. We work our heads off! We've the finest land possible, and yet we're worse off than before the day of your arrival. Debts! Debts! Up to our necks in debts!” “Oh! Now boys, be reasonable! Your affairs are booming, and it's thanks to me. A good banking system is a country's best asset. But if it is to work beneficially, you must have faith in the banker. Come to me as you would to a father... Is it more money that you want? Very well. My barrel of gold is good for many thousands of dollars more. See, I'm going to mortgage your latest acquisitions, and lend you another thousand dollars right now.” “So! Now our debt goes up to $2000! We are going to have twice as much interest to pay for the rest of our lives!” “Well, yes — but I'll lend you more whenever the value of your property increases. And you'll never pay anything but the interest. You'll lump all your debts into one — what we call a consolidated debt. And you can add to the debt, year after year.” “And raise the taxes, year after year?” “Obviously. But your revenues also increase every year.” “So then, the more the country develops each year because of our labor, the more the public debt increases!” “Why, of course! Just as in your country – or in any other part of the civilized world for that matter. The degree of a country's civilization is always gauged by the size of its debt to the bankers.” “And that's a healthy monetary system, Mr. Oliver?” “Gentlemen, all sound money is based on gold, and it comes from the banks in the form of debts. The national debt is a good thing. It keeps men from becoming too satisfied. It subjugates governments to the supreme and ultimate wisdom, that which is incarnate in bankers. As a banker, I am the torch of civilization here on your little island. I will dictate your politics and regulate your standard of living.” “Mr. Oliver, we're simply uneducated folks, but we don't want that kind of civilization here. We'll not borrow another cent off of you. Sound money or not, we don't want any further transactions with you.” “Gentlemen, I deeply regret this very ill-advised decision of yours. But if you break with me, remember, I have your signatures. Repay me everything at once — capital and interest.” “But that's impossible, sir. Even if we give you all the money on the island, we still won't be square with you.” “I can't help that. Did you or did you not sign? Yes? Very well. “By virtue of the sanctity of contracts, I hereby seize your mortgaged property which was what you agreed to at the time you were so happy to have my help. If you don't want to serve willingly the supreme authority of money, then you'll obey by force. You'll continue to exploit the island, but in my interests and under my conditions. Now, get out! You'll get your orders from me tomorrow.” Oliver knew that whoever controlled the nation's money, controlled the nation. But he knew also that to maintain that control, it was necessary to keep the people in a state of ignorance, and to distract them by a variety of means. Oliver had observed that of the five islanders, two were conservatives and three were liberals. That much had evolved from their evening conversations, especially after they had fallen into slavery. And between the conservatives and those who were liberals, there was a constant friction. On occasions, Harry, the most neutral of the five, considering that all had the same needs and aspirations, had suggested the union of the people to put pressure on the authorities. Such a union, Oliver could not tolerate; it would mean the end of his rule. No dictator, financial or otherwise, could stand before a people united and educated. Consequently, Oliver set himself to foment, as much as possible, political strife between them. The refugee put his press to work, turning out two weekly newspapers, “The Sun”, for the Liberals, and “The Star”, for the Conservatives. The general tenor of “The Sun” was: “If you are no longer master, it is because of those traitorous Conservatives who have sold out to big business.” That of “The Star”: “The ruinous state of business and the national debt can be traced directly to the political responsibility of those unmentionable Liberals.” One day, Tom, the prospector, found on a small beach, hidden by tall grass at one end of the island, a lifeboat, empty except for a trunk in good condition lying in the bottom of it. He opened the trunk. Among the articles within, a sort of album caught his eye: “The First Year of Social Credit”. Between the covers he found the first of a Social Credit publication. Curious, Tom sat down and began to read the volume. His interest grew; his face lit up. “Well, just look at this!” he cried out loud. “This is something we should have known a long time ago.” “Money gets its value, not from gold, but from the products which that money buys. “Simply put, money should be a sort of accountancy, credits passing from one account to another according to purchases and sales. The sum total of money will depend upon the sum total of production. “Each time production increases, there is a corresponding increase in the amount of money. Never at any time should interest be paid on new money. Progress is marked, not by an increase in the public debt, but by the issuance of an equal dividend to each individual... Prices are adjusted to the general purchasing power by a coefficient of prices. Social Credit...” But Tom could no longer contain himself. He got up and set off at a run, the book in his hands, to share this glorious discovery with his four comrades. So Tom became the teacher. He taught the others what he had learned from that God-sent Social Credit publication. “This,” he said, “is what we can do without waiting for a banker and his keg of gold, nor without underwriting a debt. “I open an account in the name of each one of you. In the right hand column are the credits which increase your account; to the left are the debits which subtract from your account. “Each wants $200 to begin with. Very well. We write $200 to the credit of each. Each immediately has $200. “Frank buys some goods from Paul for $10. I deduct $10 from Frank, leaving him $190. I add $10 to Paul, and he now has $210. “Jim buys from Paul to the amount of $8. I deduct from Jim $8, leaving him $192. Paul now has $218. “Paul buys wood from Frank for $15. I deduct $15 from Paul, leaving $203. I add $15 to Frank's account, and it goes back to $205. “And so we continue; from one account to another, in the same fashion that paper banknotes go from one man's pocket to another's. “If someone needs money to expand production, we issue him the necessary amount of new credit. Once he has sold his products, he repays the sum to the credit fund. The same with public works; paid for by new credits. “Likewise, each one's account is periodically increased, but without taking credits from anyone, in order that all may benefit from the progress society makes. That's the national dividend. In this fashion, money becomes an instrument of service.” Everyone understood. The members of this little community became Social Crediters. The following day, Oliver, the banker, received a letter signed by the five: “Dear sir! Without the slightest necessity you have plunged us into debt and exploited us. We don't need you anymore to run our money system. From now on, we'll have all the money we need without gold, debts, nor thieves. We are establishing, at once, the system of Social Credit on the island. The national dividend is going to replace the national debt. “If you insist on being repaid, we can repay you all the money you gave us. But not a cent more. You cannot lay claim to that which you have not made.” Oliver was in despair. His empire was crumbling. His dreams shattered. What could he do? Arguments would be futile. The five were now Social Crediters: money and credit were now not more mysterious to them than they were to Oliver. “Oh!” said Oliver. “These men have been won to Social Credit! Their doctrine will spread far more quickly than mine. Should I beg forgiveness? Become one of them? I, a financier and a banker? Never! Rather, I shall try and put as much distance between them and me as I can!” To protect themselves against any future claim by Oliver, our five men decided to make him sign a document attesting that he again possessed all he had when he first arrived on the island. An inventory was taken; the boat, the oars, the little press, and the famous barrel of gold. Oliver had to reveal where he had hidden the gold. Our boys hoisted it from the hole with considerably less respect than the day they had unloaded it from the boat. Social Credit had taught them to despise gold. The prospector, who was helping to lift the barrel, found it surprisingly light for gold. If the barrel was full, he told the others, there was something in it besides gold. The impetuous Frank didn't waste a moment; a blow of the axe, and the contents of the barrel was exposed. Gold? Not so much as a grain of it! Just rocks — plain, worthless rocks! Our men couldn't get over the shock. “Don't tell us that he could bamboozle us to this extent!” “Were we such muttonheads as to go into raptures over the mere mention of gold?” “Did we mortgage all of our possessions for a few pieces of paper based on a few pounds of rocks? It's a robbery, compounded with lies!” “To think that we sulked and almost hated one another all because of such a fraud! That devil!” Furious, Frank raised his axe. In great haste, the banker has already taken flight towards the forest. After the opening of the barrel, and the revelation of his duplicity, nothing further was heard of Oliver. Shortly after, a ship, crusing off the normal navigation route, noticed signs of life on this uncharted island, and cast anchor a short distance offshore. The men learned that the ship was en route to America. So they decided to take with them what they could carry, and return to the United States. Above all, they made sure to take back with them the album, “The First Year of Social Credit”, which had proven to be their salvation from the hands of the financier, Oliver, and which had illumined their minds with an inextinguishable light. All five solemnly promised to get in touch with the management of this paper, once back in America, and to become devoted and zealous apostles of the Cause of Social Credit in their country. | |
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- WOLFGANG'S VAULT
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- GLORY MUSICAL SCORE
- SOMETIMES YOU JUST GOTTA LOVE ANNIE COULTER
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- CABARET VARIATIONS
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- CITIES OF THE UNDERWORLD
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- DEMOCRACY AND ISLAM AN OXYMORON
- 10 MYTHS YOU WILL NEVER SEE ON MYTHBUSTERS
- THE ORIGINS OF THE SLAVE TRADE
- VAMPIRE MUSIC NIGHTWISH
- INTERVIE WITH AN EX- VAMPIRE - THE TRUE VERSION
- INTERVIEW WITH A VAMPIRE
- LORD OF THE FLIES
- THE WOMAN IN RED
- ZOMBIES ON BROADWAY
- THIS IS HOW WE LOST TO THE WHITE MAN
- WABASH: LOCK-UP
- MORE FUCKING VAMPIRES
- WITCHBLOOD ANYA BAST
- CANADA'S SECRET WAR
- CANADA THE 51st STATE
- END GAME
- ATLANTIS RISING
- DEMON'S KISS
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- GEORGE CARLIN BACK IN TOWN
- JOSEPH CAMPBELL AND THE GRATEFUL DEAD
- LENINGRAD COWBOYS
- WATCHING DESMOND MORRIS
- BREAKING THE SILENCE
- THE REVOLUTION WILL NOT BE TELEVISED
- INVISIBLE CHILDREN
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- JUSTICE IN CAMBODIA
- THE HORRORS OF CAMBODIA
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- KILL A COMMIE FOR CHRIST -- MAKE THAT KILL A...
- WORST PERSONS IN THE WORLD
- THE 7 DEADLY SINS OF THE CATHOLIC CHURCH
- RUN FOR YOUR LIFE
- VENDETTA RISE OF AL CAPONE
- GANGSTER STORY
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- DESTROY ALL MONSTERS
- DUNGEON MASTER THE LIFE AND LEGACY OF GARY GYG...
- CULT WATCHING `101 LOOKING FOR THE HOLY GRAIL
- SAUTE AUNTIE EM'S KIDNEY WITH SOME FAVA BEANS
- THE JOURNAL OF THE HORRORHOLIC - BLOODY DISGUSTIN...
- ON THE WAY TO ELECTRONIC ROCK AND BEYOND
- SPIDER ON THE WEB
- THE ROOTS OF THE MATRIX
- THE WEATHER UNDERGROUND
- 1984
- ANIMAL FARM
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- GLADIATOR DAYS HBO ORIGINAL
- BELA'S REVIEW AND PICKS THE BEST FROM ORBIT
- WAR ON BLACK AMERICA
- DO ALIENS DREAM OF ANTHROMORPHIC GODS ?
- BOLERO VARIATIONS OF A THEME
- ERNESTINE ANOTHER DAY AT THE OFFICE
- ONR RINGY DINGY - TWO RING DINGY THE WORLD OF...
- DON'T LAUGH AT ME
- NORMAN WHAT'S HIS NAME - YA KNOW THAT LITTLE FUNN...
- GENOCIDE DENIED
- GOD WILL FUCK YOU UP
- THE ATHEIST EXPERIENCE
- RICHARD DAWKINS' BIG LIST
- WHY THE "A" WORD WONT GO AWAY
- WE WANT SLAVES TO FORNICATE WITH - IT IS OUR CHRIS...
- GIMME THAT OLD TIME RELIGION...
- THEN ALONG CAME A SPIDER AND SAT DOWN BESIDE HER
- BEWARE THE IDES OF MARCH
- AND IN THE VERY MERRY MONTH OF MAY
- FOLLOW THE YELLOW BRICK ROAD
- RETARD OF THE MONTH
- JESUS LIED - GET OVER IT
- FROM CHRIS BEACH'S BLOG ON ATHEISTS
- THERE IS NO GRAVITY AND THE EARTH IS FLAT
- GOD MUST HAVE DONE IT
- DON'T ARGUE WITH THE FUCKING BIBLE
- STUPIDITY RULES....
- DEEPER AND DEEPER AND DEEPER
- AND THE SHIT GETS DEEPER
- THE DUMB FUCKS KEEP ON COMING
- THE DUMB FUCKS PART TWO
- WHY WE LAUGH AT THOSE DUMB FUCKS
- BATS ARE DIRTY BIRDS - KILL BATMAN CUASE JESUS HAT...
- MY 10 COMMANDMENTS -
- DON'T BANG ON MY FUCKING DOOR !!!!
- A SOURCE OF VIOLENCE
- THE NATURE OF BELIEF
- IN THE BEGINNING AN ATHEIST MANIFESTO
- NOAH GOT SCREWED - HOW DO I KNOW - CAUSE THE BIBLE...
- EXPELLED PRESENTING: THE WARPED AND DEMENTED ...
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- WANKERMAN'S ELEVENTH REM
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April
(120)







1. Shipwreck survivors
3. True wealth
5. Arrival of a refugee
7. The secret burial
9. A problem in arithmetic
11. Oliver exults
13. Enslaved by Oliver
15. Control of the press
17. Money — elementary accounting
19. The fraud unmasked

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