(0829) Morning all … wet out there. (1241) Lovely sunshine out there. Nippy. (1242)

 

14. The things which matter, those which don’t in the wash

There are things which are so bad in life that they’re terminal … all the way down the continuum to “still not great but nichevo strashnevo”. Hardly pronounce the “vo” in the second word. In fact drop the second word. Just as you can drop the “très” in that other one … a native will still understand.

Sorry … was sidetracked again. Point is … if you are going down some rabbit hole (burrow, warren), investigating, don’t get hung up on bits and pieces which, while you can establish them fairly accurately, don’t really amount to a huge lot.

For example, maybe it was the driver who shot him, maybe Jackie herself, maybe Miles was right and he went under the Appalachians into a tunnel for the rest of his natural, or else under Denver airport … more important was that someone with something to lose decided he/she/they were not going to accept what JFK was into, esp. the silver standard, plus other EOs. Ditto with Lincoln.

Eyes should maybe be on these creeps in the shadows … we’re spoilt for choice with candidates today, from the WEF to the old families to the Scottish Rite to the Papacy, with added deathcult, niozists, Kali-ists and so on … even the man with the tails himself.

All of which has almost nothing to do with the main topic in 13 and 14 … sorry to have wasted your time 😁… the main topic is about things we did long ago … how dastardly, how life-wrecking were they … or were they nichevo strash? In the final reckoning I mean?

If I’d been asked, aged 23, my answers would have been quite different to 93 as I am now or 123 … perceptions change. For example, as mentioned once before, I’d really like to know why rock n roll died in ‘59 or soon after, like to know why we stopped dancing joined to the girl, cooperatively, instead of this “face each other and show your moves” rubbish.

Bob Dylan of all people got me down this rabbit hole … he said it was to do with black music, adopted and refined by whites in the 20s or earlier … e.g. Jelly Roll v Paul Whiteman (what a giveaway) and why it lost its oomph, its panache, in the 30s … coz it did in my book … became even worse in the swing days, the GI days, the came back a bit with jive and trad jazz, also the later calypso, ska and rockabilly.

Sorry to say it but the 70s prog was a bore, as was techno, as was thump thump thump disco … there was no edge any more, except with garage bands such as the Yardbirds, Radio Birdman. Don’t get me wrong … there were some fab songs, not a doubt of it … The Doors’ Riders on the Storm, When the Music’s Over were classics, musically, if not in the lyrics and themes.

But in that very statement … those themes … was it not the vibrancy and innocence of the 50s, perverted by the left and drug cabals into total hedonism, then into overweeningly boring complexity, then into an atmosphere, in the early 70s, of a real downer, drug-addled, hence punk … and after that, it just went steadily downhill … till today’s autotuned pap with the openly satanic Swift?

Devil’s music? The Puritans of the 50s said so, the Bishop of Somewhereorother was apoplectic, as we tend to become these days … yea, mea culpa … yet Alan Freed high energy was nice … did it lead inevitably to satanistic despair and brokenness if unchecked? Would I have wanted to live like McCarthy or the white Stetson officers in that carpark with Oswald? Not the slightest joyful exuberance in their lives. Can we have fun without going all dissolute? Well ok … can we go all dissolute one high-imbibing night but are sufficiently in control next day as to sleep it off and then be upandattem again?

Is there no happy medium? Maybe not today with an army of killers and rapists in hotel rooms, barracks, all available places across the nation, poised, awaiting the word to attack and slaughter. Here endeth.

More in another post, now back to item 12.

13. Ni-che-vo strash-nye-vo!

Straight into today’s Russian lesson, with a French side-dish (or “side” in colloquial English).

There are some immensely useful phrases or words in each major language … for example, in Austria saying: “Gnädiges Fräulein.” Here are one or two more:

In Russian, the nichevo one I find suits my character well:

You’ll notice in the transliteration (lower right, above) that it says “g”, not “v”. It’s a curiosity of the Russian that he’ll swear blind he said “g”, that it is grammatically “g” but to English ears, he said nothing of the kind … it sounded very much “v”. A bit like the Germans saying “d” as “t”. The way to get around it is to say “v” but think “g” whilst saying it. Whilst or while, by the way?

Why this convoluted intro? Read on in item 14, patient reader.

12. This at TCW opens a whole new can of worms

HERE

Think you’d agree, dear reader, that all the items in this post … together … taken in aggregate … point to a very real malaise in western society. Blame the Chinese, the Russians, the promiscuity, the total me-me-me culture, tough exteriors but brittle inside, mental messes … blame the loss of cultural Christianity, blame the loss of real Christianity … it ain’t good.

And of course, it allows Them above to do whatever they want, unchecked. All right, to the TCW article …

THE PRIEST opened his Mass yesterday by calling on those present to celebrate Australia’s ‘freedom, peace and prosperity’ – a little jarring and a stretch of the truth in our recessed, fragmented, tyrannical post-covid nation. There was then the inevitable reference to Australia Day being ‘complex’ for many people.

Oh dear. That was an immediate red flag. Then a member of the congregation read out an Australia Day ‘prayer’ devised by something called the Gospel Coalition. The first few paragraphs capture the flavour:

‘Gracious heavenly Father, We thank and praise you for your creation of this world, including this land of Australia. We praise you for its beauty and its bounty, for mountains, hills and plains, for rivers, creeks and seas, and wonderful variety of animals, birds and sea-creatures.

‘We praise you for the peoples to whom you first entrusted this land, each one made in your image, and all loved by you. We thank you for their careful management of the land, for the strength of their communal life, and the richness of their culture.

‘We lament the damage done to them by the arrival of the British in 1788. For the loss of life, land, language, livelihood, culture, and the damage done to structures of their communities.’ …”

Where do we even start? That’s precisely the sort of garbage that the Fem-bish in the US, plus the clawhammer girl in Liverpool, would go on with. Self-loathing.

I took issue with Churchmouse years ago … as a Calvinist, he was on about the depravity of Man and to be fair … he was using the word in its theologically dogmatic sense … he might even be technically right in my case … trying to be a reformed sinner now … but not about 1788.

Capt. Arthur Phillip was a naval man, naval discipline, was a man of the time … here was his stipulation about the aboriginals:

“Phillip’s official orders with regard to Aboriginal people were to “conciliate their affections”, to “live in amity and kindness with them”, and to punish anyone who should “wantonly destroy them, or give them any unnecessary interruption in the exercise of their several occupations”.^[71] The first meeting between the colonists and the Eora, Aboriginal people, happened in Botany Bay. When Phillip went ashore, gifts were exchanged, thus Phillip and the officers began their relationship with the Eora through gift-giving, hilarity, and dancing, but also by showing them what their guns could do.^[72][38] Anyone found harming or killing Aboriginal people without provocation would be severely punished.^[38]

After the early meetings, dancing, and musket demonstrations, the Eora avoided the settlement in Sydney Cove for the first year, but they warned and then attacked whenever colonists trespassed on their lands away from the settlement.^[72] Part of Phillip’s early plan for peaceful cohabitation had been to persuade some Eora, preferably a family, to come and live in the town with the British so that the colonists could learn about the Eora’s language, beliefs, and customs.^[73]”

And the story before that? Let’s use our brains … successive tribes came down from the north or landed … the stronger were near the edge, the less able in battle … further inland. There’s no such thing as one aboriginal tribe … they fought, just as the Red Indians did in America.

Now we, the pathetic Eloi, are aware of the Morlocks in the hotels and cushy living spaces across the land but not generally aware that the Morlocks are here, at the order of Them, to in turn do a number on us. That’s just life … how it works.

Back to the leftwing cherry picked Christian bits which suit the Woke narrative … need I even go on? End of for now.

11. AKH has a piece on free speech in the NHS

HERE

”This is not the same as the whistle blowing policy. There is a ‘freedom to speak officer’ who can be approached by any staff member about anything that is making them feel uncomfortable or worried at work. The basic idea is that the officer will listen confidentially to what they have to say and if they think it is important enough, will pass it up to the head of HR, or to the appropriate director to decide what to do next. The officer can also just give confidential advice or point the person in the direction they need to go to address the presented problem.

Sounds great doesn’t it? Unfortunately, in the NHS internal politics is ever ready to seize golden opportunities like this.

Over the last couple of months, I have heard from several trusts whose mental health teams have interpreted this as an ideal way of jumping over normal procedures and punishing their team leaders for asking them to do things they don’t want to. Bullying upwards seems to have become an organisational sport, and I shudder to think what will happen in the physical part of the NHS once the unions get the bit between their teeth. It will make strike action look positively benign.”