Blackseed

Inspired

2011-05-08T22:22:00.000-07:00

I just read this Fckin good poem on someones blog and just felt like being nice (to myself):

Find freedom in the beauty of a chain link fence,
Write a jingle for the guilty and the blackness,
Seek carefully the split screen and in fareness,
Guide the light straight to the heart of the fight.

Is it my name you seek,
Would you rather I was meek,
Where then is the tip of my pen,
When I have the chosen to pick.

It does matter I say,
My foes laughter may pay,
When the execution I stay,
It does matter to who you pray.

Give it the taste of sweetness,
Bring it to the crest of bitterness,
Make it loved and endless,
The artist shatters rain and beats the harness.

Seriously! I would never, ever, be able to make money as poet.

Development

2011-04-28T23:32:00.000-07:00

It does not matter who you like or who you hate, development makes us all feel better. The blond(blond as in schupid!) who gets a brand new synthetic chest feels as much glee as the uptight suit who just got him/herself the latest Beemer.
Consistently the consequences of hard work and true grit provide the most satisfying feeling to any upwardly mobile fella/dude/chika/gal who has a heart. The effort that gets paid provides the grease that all humans need to be continually creative thus gifting us with constant improvement in our daily lives. Just imagine the effect of Einstein and a modern pimped up computer.

Geeks and naturally gifted brainiarks have a way of finding possibility in impossible isht. Though they can barely communicate, we so love them when they create something practical and lovable like an Ipod.

Development is a function of need. And need is a requirement of survival. The essence of struggle is results. Success at whatever level is development. We get what we pray for and what we work for.

Drought

2011-04-18T03:13:00.000-07:00

Thats what happened!Drought. I thought I was a writer but after thorough consideration occasioned by my belligerent creative side I awoke to the harsh reality that me and my so not so sophisticated writing hobby could never live together on a permanent basis. It is prudent that artists get down to the reality check motel for a quickie with Lady Mental Block. Otherwise we would never have had Google. Seriously! The only reason Newton discovered gravity is because he was bored with Math. And the reason we all can Google is all those text poring researchers who got tired of the book bound libraries.

A candid overview of abilities and disabilities will always get you back to that place you were just before your mental capacities got blocked! But self depreciation just like currency will not get you very far. You just go with the flow because that is what will get you far, far out to sea where the glimmer of water and the dryness of your throat will definitely remind you of the various survival instincts that you have. Artists do not live to work but work to live.

I am not privy to discussions between the two principal principles but what I do know is that if they ever discussed me(Yes...little me) then the words Kubaff and Kitendawili would be used extensively. First, it is the nature of an artists work that has impact. Second, the artist is not important. Third, you only get to enjoy the money if its worth the effort. Writers on the other hand just ruminate and regurgitate then they get to hang around presidents and their fat fed cronies for some more rumination which may again give rise to an opportunity for regurgitation. Writers rarely pay for their mistakes, it is the mistakes that pay them. Imagine a newspaper headline without political intrigues. Just imagine!

Non-ruminant animals like graphic designers rarely have a precedent to follow and are by nature a mad lot. They are the narcotic traders' justification for existence. They cannot pretend to be writers because they are constantly getting mentally blockaded and need to fire up some engines for the trip round the moon and back.
So why is it that am writing again?

I do not know.

It is all legal

2010-11-19T02:15:00.000-08:00

Here I am stuck on a deserted desert island in 1940. Am sort of like Man Friday stuck on a 200 square meter Mtaani plot with fat ass Crusoe.

I dislike pessimism but would prefer to be a pessimistic optimist. If am looking for honey I go straight to the bees. If am looking for the money I go straight to the biz. But then things are not as straight forward as they look.

The myth on Friday Island is that those who work hard and know their isht get ahead. This is one of the jokes that I laugh about everyday. The truth is, if daddy knows someone who knows their sh8t you get ahead. There are very few shiny coins at the top of the mountain and even fewer lower down. And Imagine I just figured that out.

Crusoe is supposed to be white. White with a beard and 30 pottered Bwanas shouting "Kaffir, Kaffir." Honestly, without the shadow of Thomas' doubt, Crusoe is a very negroid fellow. In this context he is a fetid leech with fangs and a sense of importance the size of the Kalahari. The desert of ideas spreads from this guy's a**.

Lets take an hypothetical setting where you would require to deliver something like a new F16 fighter jet. Google! Instantly you get info regarding the jet including top government secrets that enable you to make a decision on buy this gadget that can kill very many people. What a Kenyan Crusoe would do is make the process of finding a jet look like Rocket Physics Integrated 404. Lets be honest, no modern army would ever buy an F5 jet. That thing can be shot down by little Afghan boys out shooting birds for dinner. The scary specs it touts can only scare little Kenyan boys who have known no war since they were born. Truthfully, if I was in 1980 and looking for jets I would never buy that kaF5.

We live next to Moose-Seven who lives on war, pirates who tear apart their country for fun and capture huge sea vessels as a hobby and a hoi poloi of indifferent warrior nations who would rather die than give up oil and yet we repeatedly reveal how little war hardware we have. How long do you think its going to take for the pirates to figure out we are a soft corrupt target. It recently came to my knowledge that some soldiers who may be relatives of mine are riding in refurbished Matatu amoured cars. Is that a pirate I hear snickering in glee?

I dislike what graft and nepotism do to countries. It does not take a genius to figure out where theft could be fatal for so many people. But I guess with the media touting thieves and drug dealers as heroes and many reaping way beyond what they sow it can be difficult explaining to the youth why honesty is a virtue and not a vice. How convenient that the military whose barracks you can view clearly from Google maps is claiming secrecy as its defense.

The hopeful pessimist knows that sleep is a temporary occupation. When you wake up you are going to have to pay the nanny. Put Crusoe to the death!

Hatred,justice, love and Afghanistan

2009-12-02T02:38:00.000-08:00

Hatred is weak. It is the refuge of the cowardly, fearful and cursed. Justice is blind; veiled up by the stereotype of truth. Love, is fire. It burns everything that it touches. But what can you do if it is the heat you crave. Afghanistan is a godforsaken hell hole with a crooked mouse for a president and thousands of warriors who will fight for any cause that is against America.

1000 Obamas will not rescue that place. The folly of America, ecspecially white America, is to assume that most people love peace and will readily lay in blind justice's bed. Incorrect. Extremism is the child of that wayward child Propaganda. Propaganda is the mistress of the lord of war. In Afghanistan, this life is normal! Occupation is just but a side effect from being a harsh uncompromising lot. Ask Attila the Hun or just ask Genghis Khan. Or if you cannot find any of them ask brother Gorbachev and the thousands of Russian soldiers enjoying their retirement beneath the harsh sands of Kandahar. Those people are nuts!

The difference between an American soldier armed with laser guided systems and a wish to go back home to Wisconsin and a derelict Heroin fried frontal lobe with a sick Mantra for a philosophy becomes starkly clear at the explosion of a roadside human bomb. You cannot fight with dead men. The seven virgins with brown eyes will tell you. How do you scare a dude who wants to be dead?

If you want to be a policeman. Then you have to be ready to be hated. Even good policemen are hated. The mistake that the Obamites make is to play the piper in a policeman's uniform. The tune is good I agree, but who is listening? All they can see is the uniform. America should have done what every good vengeful Mafia family would do. Hire a hit-man. Announcing to all the criminals in Afghanistan all your intentions amounts to grandstanding and just adds wood to the blazing ideological inferno. That bullshit about us being with them or against them was just a PR gimmick. Obviously George Bush wanted more than Osama. That is why wise old people keep saying, "Never act in anger". The first decision you make is most of the time the wrong one. If they wanted to kill the son of Laden there are many ways they could have done it. Invading a sovereign state was definitely wrong move numero uno.

Love is a matter of life and its motion. Anyone who will tell you they have willfully loved only lies to cover their embarrassment at being lured into a trap. It is because of this that love is the remedy. Where love resides; it will burn up everything until all that is left is it. If someone loves you they would never be able to find even a shred of hate to fire their anger. America should have tried a bit harder to be loved by the Taliban. Clogging their systems with sanctions only served to prove to their followers who the enemy was. But who has the strength to slay destiny;
No ruler of the earth has ever looked beyond their own objectives.

It was the destiny of America to get drawn into a war that is unlikely to end unless they have the guts to slaughter at least two million people. They will have to get their hands, hearts and minds dirty. The only way to beat the beast is to become a beast. But what happens when you have become a beast?

Love is the remedy and the real security. Move closer to the fire.

Apologies and a statement to Mr Ali Bongo Ondimba

2009-09-18T05:31:00.000-07:00

Apologies for yesterdays soggy post. I have debated with myself whether to delete that post and forces not within my control convinced me otherwise. When I say forces I do not mean anything sinister; let me amplify given recent regressions so we can maintain appearances.

When you want to move a rock and you use a spade you have yourself to blame. I am of the opinion that a lorryload of data cannot solve the world's problems. I am categorically of the opinion that cynics rule because their judgment is rarely clouded. It is because of this that I have to say yesterdays sentimental piece was out of order.That said; let us go directly to the person of Mtukufu rais Ali Ben Ondimba a.k.a Ali Ben of the poor peoples republic of Gabon.

You are a dictator sir. Respectfully let me say again. You is a dictator. In fact you is a Baboonctator. If you do not know what that is check my earlier posts. Ali, you suck the joy of life out of a people just for the joy of riding a Bugatti. I know Bugattis are nice and really fast but let us agree they are for people who deserve them. Like movie stars, dishonest businessmen and the KGB. Inheritance works for cows and personal effects. Not whole countries. Shame on France for going along with it. Gabon is richer in natural resources than most western European nations and yet has approximately 200 seedy individuals masquerading as Academia in its one university. Heh!

Rumors abound of ritual killings and deep routed corruption. Funny little groups scaring the people with sordid rituals and weird dances in the night. The ruler of the illiterate must stand up to be ridiculed. In no way does putting a whole people at the mercy of hungry mercenaries and corporates qualify as a a valiant democratic act. The sycophants will say it, the parrots will repeat it and the traitors will enforce it but no day will it be true. Remember that people reserve the highest amount of violation for the king when he looses his power. The same mercenaries backing him will soon get another suitor. Pray that he is more benevolent than the former colonial master Bongo Ondimba Sr.

I have examined a fellow called Moubamba. Yes. Moubamba, the one they also call Ben Bruno. Yes! I see you nodding. That guy who was establishing an embargo against his own stomach. He failed in his efforts at restraining himself from food and had to be rushed from the gates of the Gabonese parliament to a well known medical location. All because he thinks Gabon must see the stinging light of change. If we had 16 Moubambas in Gabon. We would be home free.

I suddenly feel the bad vibe emanating from the person of Bin Ondimba overwhelming me. Let me go start planning on how to get him to wash his armpits.

A reprimand to the self.

2009-09-17T08:40:00.000-07:00

As I checked into the Heartbreak motel the other day, I could not help but wonder why I was not at home sleeping. It is a basic necessity at times to remember one's place. I am reminded of a place I was in years back as a freshman in a third world university. A very cold place. Where it matters not if your intentions are alright but if you are up to the task of playing the piper. Or at least paying the piper.

All this sounds melancholic and to say the truth psycho-sad. I guess along the way trying to get somewhere we become what we loathe. You wake up in the morning thinking you smell just right. Then in the afternoon you realize that the grime of living never lets you pass off for the real thing. I guess dreams are for those who are asleep. And nightmares are for those chasing dreams. Maybe it is all a dream.

Desire makes everything worse by whetting the mouth of a fool. I am a fool; let me say, and I have been a fool. For no reason at all apart from a daily titillation from what we perceive as perfect; we fold and forget that stoics and cynics have no place in the reality of dreamers.

If I was responsible for the past I would step in and slay the dragons that would torment the mistress. I would be a friend and I would be a keeper. Maybe that is the reason I am a fool. Why else would one think of traveling in time. This is not Star Trek and nothing happens if you wish on a star. If I could do things different I would need skills I doubt I have but it does not stop me from wishing I could start it over.

Maybe it is through pain that nature gets its kicks. Otherwise why would you light a little fire that grows into an inferno. Questions they say, are for those who can answer. Life they say, is for those who want to live. And love they lie, is for those who can love. There is no love, just a jumble of stereotypical perceptions and good luck.

If I was to pray, I would pray for good luck. Good luck and a way to avoid living like a fool. Right now all I can pray for are some keys to the exit door of the heartbreak motel. Or a fellow resident to ease the transition into the abysmal realm ruled by the chairman of the lonely hearts club.

Dissapointment.

2009-07-30T01:41:00.000-07:00

On Facebook we have sick people. We have sick people that are sick in the head, people whose hearts are sick, funny sick people with sick brains and stupid sick people who are not funny at all.
Then we have have the ailing ranks of headless chickens. Cluck cluck cluck they go, on the keyboard! Does Facebook have a disclaiming disclaimer? If they do not they are in trouble. Some of the daftness in this part of the world borders on criminal.
On facebook we also have individuals with real ailments. Infectious diseases like clinical schizophrenia and useless philosophies like Stupidism. I vote with former President for life Daniel Toroititch arap Moi on one issue. The issue of the foreign press and entertainment. In America the difference between a nitwit and a fool is largely obscured by other considerations like libel,personal injury or just plain idiotic lawyers. Here we just lap up everything like some species of the canine kind. If it is cool when Lara Croft says it in a movie it is because of the gajilzillions of Yen that have been spent to make her pretty and sound pretty. Not very cool when you use it as a status update.

In parliament we have cooked potatoes in suits. French fries in black suits, badly boiled mashed potatoes in blue suits, roasted tarts in mini suits and the ever present rotten potato in a new suit.
I suspect that if you as much as suggest to the rotten potatoes that they may be beyond use by date you will earn yourself a beatdown. The 'state machinery' protects this cabal of pestering rats like a Marabou stork defends its lunch of fetid torch batteries.
I was reading on Facebook,(yes you can read on facebook!)and I trawl by this guy Ole Kina. The guy wants so bad to be the next President of the whole republic that he has started campaigning early, too early. Too early and too far away from the real voters in far away grassroots Kenya. Let me give MR KINA a number, if all of Kenya's 100,000 facebookers voted for MR KINA he would not win. Even if they told all their friends and their friends told their friend's friends.
That is the problem with politics, every Tom, Onyango and Vincent thinks they have what it takes. They think that all it takes is quick picture with Obama and a Facebook profile. Well let me break it to them gently, IT IS NOT THAT FOCKIN SIMPLE. Idiotas!

I think being a sarcastic, narcissistic, complaining b++ch of a country is not working and we need to grow some bollocks. Let us start first with evicting all politicians from office.
But first we need to find a vaccine for teargas. Any takers?

Wacko Mr.Jacko

2009-04-03T05:13:00.001-07:00

People In London Should Not Eat Rice: PILSNER. Or drink rice wine. Musicians over forty should not take barbiturates even if they are very famous because it may cause one undesirable side-effect. Death.

The good Doctor just wanted to help. Yeah right! Someone should help him! Now the king is dead or like Elvis Presley pretending to be dead and we have that good doctor to thank for it.

The whole week all I have heard is everyone give their can of beans about what happened. Well let me spill the lama beans right here. That guy was the most mistreated kid since time immemorial. He was dealing with haggard narcissistic promoters from the day he first sung. It is a pity that he was never allowed to grow up. Everyone figured he was good with Bubbles as long as Bubbles could not talk or tell him who was stealing what from his coffers. All the warning signs were there from the start.

Pepsi burnt him and then paid millions to have him repaired. Jesus Kristo, that poor boy walked around looking like Yellowman's ghostly cousin. I think Pepsi should give all of us a freebie for loss of entertainer, because they started it.

He was a bit bonkers before, with all those rumours that he liked to think he could one day look like Diana Rose, or was is just malicious wags and their poisoned pens? But I never figured him for a crack head. Now, come to think of it, he must have been startin' something on the Thriller tour. His presence and antics in Manila,Philippines changed Filipinos' lives forever. Some still believe he is amongst them. Those daft people.

I wonder if he left a manual of his dance moves.

This days

2009-03-17T01:48:00.000-07:00

I am flabbergasted by the apparent juxtaposition of ideals and propaganda on the body politic vis a vis the rapid extermination of ideal and moral standing in so far as it is necessary to maintain the progression to higher ideals.

That statement does not make sense. I am finding that many things do not make sense. In a cute kind of US state department kind of way. Example: There has been an action that can be classified as aggressive but we cannot state at this time wether or not it was on Al Quaeda but we can say conclusively that the aims of that mission were reached though the extent of that success is yet to be established.OK. I think that is why journalists have to get degrees. Just to understand the implied meanings. The zit could have just said: We sent a deadly unmaned jet fighter into Al Quaeda territory and bombed the sh*t out of them. Alot of them are dead.Finito.

Academicians do not and will never make sense. They are too busy trying to walk the middle line. Or too busy finding new ways of sounding knowledgeable without making sense.

According to Prison Break, the whole world is controlled by 'The company'. Yet Freemasons pride themselves with spreading the rumor that they control the world. According to scientists not allowed at scientific conferences; It is also controlled from Nibiru, a distant planet filled with giants. Some individuals of doubtful psycho-profile have been heard whispering that it is all planned from the helm of a large extraterrestrial vessel with green coloured individuals suspected to be alive. Another individual who has at times been placed on government watchlists for trying to behave like a cultist says it is all in the tent of the living god. I forgot to ask if there is a tent for the dead god. Maybe he sleeps outside.

In this era when lambs eat pork chops and shepherds are known to lie among the flock, it is always good to know if the shepherd has a condom. If God worked for a Wall street venture capitalist he has by now moved on to a better venture. This particular project is possibly a white elephant. After being hijacked by the Illuminati, ruled by the pope, experimented on by ungodly aliens, looted by 'the company' and desecrated by the Masons I think this vessel has run out of 'journey mercies'. Maybe.

Christians, or the newer version that refer to themselves endearingly as Xtians have a way with words. They say in the beginning was the word. Muslims have an even better way of putting it though i will avoid paraphrasing. The penalty for misquoting a certain holy book I have heard is neither a good or healthy thing. Especially to persons who can be said to be of a none Islamic leaning. Buddhists are most of the time sleeping or pretending to sleep. I have tried meditation and I think there is still one more scam to be unearthed, it involves crossing your legs(If you can) and going to sleep. The Hindu faith is therapeutic. You can be angry at one god and switch gods any day. 6000 gods and more still being born. Members of the bovine species are gods so no need to go on pilgrimage to an exotic location at a high cost in this global economic recession. Your cattle Boma is it.

In the beginning, there was a missionary. He invented the missionary position. He had a wife who complied with this ideal position. While he was inventing the position he would at times preach the gospel and forget some matrimonial duties. His main aim was to cure the African of his disease. The African was too keen on his sexuality and would at times be seen brandishing his superiority to shame the lone European in the village. Now, the missionary is just working hard to get some medicine to help him brandish something with some authority. Just check your SPAM folder. Or the checkout stand at your local supermarket.

Nothing makes sense nowadays. But did it ever?

Continuation

2009-02-03T09:43:00.000-08:00

Okay, It has been a while since I did this. The Crazy Dog was sick and his master was having a period of introversion induced by too much technology. I think I have forgotten how to write.....but did I ever know how to?

In my descent into scientific extrapolation I came about a new formula for calculating the rate at which a rotten politician starts believing in his own lies. After a lifetime of conniving and dodging honesty, the truth is no longer a concept that exists in a narrow mind, so narrow that the proverbial needles eye looks like a wide Chinese made highway.

African politicians behave as if they were born stupid. It is cute in an Idi Amin Dada themed movie but not so cute when it starts costing the country lives. I heard some wag say that people get the leaders they deserve. Well, it is kind of true Wajinga ndio waliwao, the foolish perish.

Cities rise and fall on the basis of its managers' compentence. When 100 rats invade the throne it is so much worse than one lion sitting on people heads. Compare the effect of zit on your face and a boil. ZIT ZIT ZIT , zit rules.

I hate beauracrats. Why? They supervise the mess someone else starts and then pretend not to know who poked who and who faked who. Stupid boils!

One rat tells the other about the shiny new rollercoaster in town. Guess which rat gets caught in the mouse trap while the fat one eats the cheese. I think in the 'new age' some of this tricks should have lost credence. but I guess the next election campaign will prove me wrong when the people are given power to cede it right back to their tormentors for a pack of Posho. Thin rats!

Lets all start a big movement for all those who want to govern themselves. No rebels please.

2008-12-09T10:14:00.000-08:00

I hate analysts. I also reserve extra vitriol for Hollywood's film makers. Hollywood is full of myths and farces. Maybe that is why they are so successful. I so hate them.
Analysts just talk shit. They talked shit which resulted in people losing their livelihoods overnight. Now they are talking shit just to lift spirits.
At the end of the year I think i will be taking up a new career along the East African coastline. I have heard that with a raft and a toy gun you could start a lucrative business hijacking hijackers. Those b*****s be rolling with plenty of moolah (Cheddar,Ganji,Chapaa, Nyiadu).
Or I could just stick to something safe. Like Magic. Just ask David Blane how much he is conning. Oh sorry, coining, off those gullible fools.
I think Jesus was the last guy that did any real magic. Its a pity. I think it is about time another real prophet showed up, we are tired of Jesus freaks and Moses wannabes and I think we deserve another prophet.
The stock market has its Gurus but I think they are all full of it. They paid some very clever guy to write a paper that says the stock market is the most stable long term investment. True. But for who? For who the bell tolls?
I am done venting my proverbial spleen.

3d

2008-11-25T09:38:00.000-08:00

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Loon

2008-11-15T07:30:00.000-08:00

Re: Letter from body

Hello Brother Head,

We have not been speaking for a while; I admit that though it was nothing to do with the fact that you lacked ideas, it could be the reason.

In retrospect, we have never had this type of problems when you have been fully functional. However your functionality has been unable to convince me of how I or any other person can gain from our continued association.

However, you should not worry if we do not speak because you always have my attention; being that we live on the same body and all. I think we should make a declaration so as to create a more conducive environment for us to have a balanced, sane and respectful co-existence.

I suggest the following, subject to your amendments:

I Head, being of sound mind and believing in the importance of peaceful co-existence and co-operation in this commonwealth, hereby swear to uphold the conditions of sanity and peace, while generally being considerate to others in the union of the body.

I hope for a favorable reply.

With thanks,

Brother Body.

Re: Reply from head

Dear Mr. Body,

Please note that I am not your brother. Nor is it your work description to discern the quality of ideas coming from the HEAD!

In retrospect, you have never engaged in any endeavor that brought a remarkable change to your own condition. For this reason please desist henceforth from being the kettle that called the silverware black.

If you have a problem please note that I am the HEAD! And by default I am the thinking apparatus! Please note that the key word here is thought. Until you are able to muster the support of even one brain cell, please remember that this is a dictatorship and not a social democracy. Any more unwarranted complaints will attract sanctions, which may or may not include reduced efforts towards gathering resources such as food.

The following is a slight amendment to your so called declaration:

I Head being sole generator of ideas has declared a democracy of one. This means that I solely hold the rights to any endeavor undertaken by Messrs Body et al. Any part attempting to overrule this declaration will be denied thinking resources.

It should be remembered that others including one Mr. Tongue have made mistakes previously and have regretted bitterly. Loss of taste and sensation does have its setbacks.

Compliance will be enforced.

Without any feelings,

Your Boss, Mr. Head.

Re: Message from heart.

Dear parts,

Shut up or I pull the plug.

Thank you.

With humility,

Heart.

The sister of the brother of the uncle of the ...........

2008-10-02T16:25:00.000-07:00

Blood is a good thing.Blood is also a bad thing.Depends on where it splatters itself.It is okay when it is mentioned in the same context as 'thicker than water'.Not really okay when it is mentioned in a phone call from the mafia.
Just wondering whether my 1400 to the power of 10 twice removed cousin George Bush knows what shit hit his fan.The basis of Kenyan corruption is nepotism.I will give my brother the job even if he cannot type the name SHIT.Sheeeeeet!
But then corruption is a relative term.Veeeery relative.Niggas get skinned and fried and the sumbeetch expects all the world to call it a small financial hiccup that $1 Trillion (70 Pentrillion Tanzanian shillings) can fix.Beeeutch you flippin foggin crazy!That money can feed a billion Africans for life.Beeeeeeetch!
Picture this scenario in ancient America as told in a Chinese accent; Lehman put finger in cookie jar,cookie jar very warm,Lehman put two finger in jar,veeery warm, then Lehman call his shaggedy brother to help.It was good while it lasted.Cookie jar grew teeth and the rest is severed finger history.Severed finger and a whole lot of intestinal damage.
If there is a sad thing about being the pawn of a geek in a suit with 100 business models that could work or fail,it is the possibility of being left without a perch to perch on.Sort of like a little bird after a sortee by the vulture patrol.'Home owners' without shit to their name sounds like the recipe that George and family figured would be best so America could go f**k up 3 wars.Beeeeetch!
I want to personally kill all the terrorists.But f**k it if it takes me a billion dollars.I would be better off bribing them sunsabeeetches.Soon Osama would be Wasapa and you can pick him off some prime carribean beach and fry his kidneys.Would not have to post any of those scary raggedy beard pictures of his.Not with all the bling he got.Bribe the Biatch,he comes out to go get some ice for his Mamisita and Kubliaow! Gotcha Beeetch!
I guess Lehman and his brothers got seriously shagged by the 'market forces'.But did anyone bother to check how much the Government borrowed from the people inside the banks?Weird!Weird that a balance deficit government has any $700 billion to offer anyone!Talk about financing debt with debt!Wah!
Lets get real folks.The US government needs to spend less on war and more on building some forkin schools and shit that can help out niggas and beeetches to create wealth.F**k that fighting shit.Everyone knows it is a cover for fuel monopolization and wild conspiracy theory themed shenanigans.We dont even really need the oil.Many geeks have burnt the midnight oil just to make sure oil is not a viable technological advancement.
I recently saw this Sports car that does 300 MPH on sun rays and 3 hours charge of electricity.Talk about geeks outdoing geeks!
I need direct line to my 1400 to the power of 4 twice removed cousin Barack.The one they say speaks alot like the next president.But they say he is more related to that onion skinned republican than any folks I may know or vaguely know.
If only water was heavier.If only.

Blog and forum spam.

2008-09-20T15:24:00.001-07:00

Never get into a pen fight with a blogger.Never ever get into a pen fight with forum pseudonyms.Never ever forever get into a pen fight with bloggers!
Second,never annoy a blogger or a forum pseudonym.This are lessons well learned earlier as opposed to later.
Some people are always in a hurry to make money.Often they forget their manners in the tradition of any self respecting greedy Hyena.But again,Hyenas have been known to suffer trying to pass feces.If you swallow a bundle of thorns you best be ready and able to take it out of your your bowels.Mark you,naturally it is going to be quite a challenge.Makes you pray for a fecal Cesarean section.

Bloggers do not take kindly to anyone assumed to be interfering with their space.You have bloggers that rarely get any real action except between keyboard and screen.At the whiff of a beef,they are always on site to dissect,ruminate and swing hyperbole on the chances of a forum spammer being a chicken shit.
I rarely have the energy to insult IPs.(Idiot posters.) I for one reserve my vitriol for more serious offenders such as the illustrious(Industrious?) makers of malware.They at least deserve just a little bit of attention,being bright sparks and all.IPs on the other hand need corporal punishment administered from a hefty arm.You wonder what goes through the rarely busy cranium of an IP as he places a blatant advertisement for prime Cuban cigars on a forum dedicated to healthy living.

No rights,just priviledges.

2008-09-14T04:22:00.000-07:00

You cannot have a stupid discussion with a fool.First of all,let me say I detest thoroughly the notion that personal freedom is a positive.It is a negative!Very much so.

The reasoning of a fattened pig compared with that of a zoned out urchin is veeeery much in variation.One thinks that when he/she farts the world should stop and acknowledge the great thought that went into that one fart.Homo Stupidous!The other expects that the world will end tomorrow just because they have a fetid boil jamming their anus.Homo Stupidous x2.

Lets think of how much money we can save by eliminating the concept of personal freedom.No more fashion,no more trendy cars and no more fat politicians.Just a band(or is it MOB) of anarchistic robots in straight jackets and Swastika branded berets.Sick!

Lets look at some examples of how personal freedom is an ass and so makes the law an ass.Cannabis.When Bob Marley sung about Sativa he sang like it was his woman.He got famous and the High Grade stayed illegal.Robert Nesta was arrested zero times for publicizing the use of a known illegal narcotic.What shit is this? Then I hear Snoop say INDO.....and He ain't in jail!So we know now what it means.Smoke till you drop or till you get caught.Or do it with Snoop.It is pretty much legal for him to sing about it kicking his brains in,so it must be legal for him to blaze it....did I hear anyone say Legalize It.

Some fella posted his own cadaver on the Net looking for,as he put it, "A gentle Cannibal to use the self as nourishment".The b***h wanted to be eaten and not in the Eddy Griffin sense.Up comes this Neat Spick and Span German Doctor.The fella says he needed a 'Gator' like he needed food.Ha ha ha.....(Gator is what any self respecting modern cannibal calls his/her food.)

The Nigga got fried(literally).The police say he had the stupid cadaver's ass in the freezer for months and constantly fed his visitors including a local government leader.They all said it was some spicy sea food dish that tasted like poultry.How free is a bafoon to get himself murdered.F**k his personal space.He should be thrown into one of those Guantanamo like insane assylums.You want some dude to eat your liver?Shit b***h you are sick in the head.F**k freedom for the insane.Personal freedom is too weighty a priviledge to give to anyone whose attitude says Sycho! Sycho!

Then there is this 14 year old girl in Maasai land.She got rescued from an early marriage to a 40 somethin year old perv.Shock on me!She ran away to go back to her Daddy Sugar 4 times.Serious things this we a deal with! She don't want no school,all she want is the SEX and 6 little babies of her own!While she a baby still.Blood clit!

Small world this is nowadays.We need less frredom for the foolish,crass and insane.And more freedom for those who brought us the TORRENT.Free stuff all day.Yipee!

Ofnet de augne

2008-09-09T13:08:00.000-07:00

It is supposed to mean 'open your eyes' in German.I read it somewhere a while back.Back then when the only computer known in my universe was the rarely switched on IBM 1something at the local high school.That thing was donated out of pity and eventually died without ever reaching 50% of its 2 Gig memory.At the time of expiry it had done a total of 4 calculations.Each occasion being a parents day, the machine had the opportunity to awe many a villager.What good old days those were.

Cannot!

2008-08-05T01:37:00.001-07:00

What does it say when you cannot say anything about anything?

Beauty and the universe

2008-07-27T11:33:00.000-07:00

Cynics have been known to go to great lengths to establish the non-existence of something.It is not in their interest to like anything even slightly.
In that regard,optimism has never really counted for anything in cynic Utopia.This is why Cupid is regarded with disdain in most circles.That pitiful figment of Greek imagination must surely carry plenty of assault insurance.Or maybe not.He could most probably be living off the fat of the land in a palace.Going by the results of some of his work it would could surely mean that he is a fugitive tycoon.
If only one knew what connects what and what.If only!Maybe that is the beauty of it all.Maybe.Just maybe.And cupid continues to gather more enemies and friends and most likely loot.
Or maybe it is not cupid.If we are to believe the book The Secret,it is the universe at work.You think it,you live it and it happens.Is it why some things are so beautiful?When does one know that the arrow is stuck.When does one stop being the cynic?Does conscious thought and desire count for anything.What about need?
The big guy up above.Some would say,is responsible for the destiny you see unfold daily like a perfectly executed plot.Maybe it is just up to the players to figure out how to make their roles spicier.
Why are some things so beautiful? Why is the universe so beautiful?
My cup runneth over.Sometimes the cynic retracts into a cocoon of bliss and forgets himself.
Thats the universe for you.Full of surprises.

Yaaawn

2008-07-21T14:27:00.000-07:00

Extremely sleepy.Sadly must discontinue the learning process.
I wonder where you get good straight foward tutorials.The web is continously anti-user.Too many con jobs....yaaawn.
No records broken yet.

1.00am

2008-07-21T13:20:00.000-07:00

I jumped in the deep end and came out gasping for breath!
I realize that I have to set up a data base to actually see any of this stuff working.
I have something of that sort so I choose to try......
Apparently there are a few things you can do with adding small stuff to a line of code.<---/> means disable mmmmm.........
You can enable or disable templates.
You can enable or disable pictures.
I still haven't got the crux of the thing.

I find this interesting piece HOW I CONQUERED COLD FUSION
and get pulled to the writer's Yahoo geocities site!
I'm I heading somewhere?
Here I get some good info about CSS hmmm......

I unravel the box model and realise that padding ,borderand margins are easy as

span style="font-family:Times New Roman,Times,Times NewRoman;">head>

width: 260px;
height: 260px;
background-image: url(bgimage.jpg);
margin: 20px;
padding: 20px;
border: solid #b52407 20px;

all added to the basic html framework.

http://html.miningco.com/msubcss.htm

12.05pm

2008-07-21T13:01:00.000-07:00

www.adobetutorialz.com comes up with some goodies.
If you create a simple database you can create the Cold fusion code required to give basic behaviors
to elements in your website.
What cold fusion code does is reference to a particular directory for a particular class of object untill you ran out of objects in the directory.So on the user side it is possible to view lets say a display of all items and the dates they were addeddepending on what HTML exists defining the table or object target.Does it make any sense?
The main components here are determined by e.g cfquery command that tells cold fusion to access a certain file from the database.It then defines the object chatacteristics e.g
SELECT * FROM contents WHERE acquired IS "12 December 1998"

This defines the date of aquisition of 3dafricafiles as 12 dec 2002
It is all jargon still alot ahead.

11.08pm

Cold cold fusion.

2008-07-21T12:08:00.000-07:00

Learning the theoretical aspects of an application is not easy.
I just downloaded a large file from adbe that is supposed to be a tutorial.Cant even open the thing Waah!
However www.tutorial-expert.com comes up with some goods.
I have learned that basically you can use ColdFusion to manage content in a website.Create operands,operators and constructs to lets say call a certain function.
The above site then generates an ad page as I try to make an effort to find out why some are caller variables,server variables,application variables etc.
Nothing makes sense!
10.15pm

Cold fusion &ColdFusion

2008-07-21T11:02:00.000-07:00

Cold fusion is a demented scientist's science which involves trying to create energy by building electrodes which basically try to mix up some complicated chemicals in cold water or other cold liquid(Read Heavy water).Wikipedia mentions Palladium as one of the culprits used to try and generate enough Hydrogen(Or make the water heavy).One other suspect in this cold science is Helium 4.I hear that if you see any of these gasses generated in your neighborhood you should run veeeeery fast since a nuclear reaction(read Bomb) has occurred in your hood.The picture of the US Navy Space and naval weapons research center's Cold fusion cell on Wikipedia.org should be proof that only mad people get away with madness.That thing that looks like a mutant burette from a sick alien's lab is not likely to generate even 1 Joule of energy.It is said that the main problem with cold fusion is proving Calorific value.As in it is a science that has yet to prove why it exists!

ColdFusion is an application server programming language related to PHP, .ASP and several other languages.(These computers apparently talk quite alot to each other.)
In 1995 there about Jeremy & JJ Allaire it is said had this thing called Cold Fusion That they sold to Macromedia In 2000 and then it was rewritten in Java etc etc
One guy says that CFML cold fusion markup language is not a mark up language.
Another says it is similar in syntax(How it Arranged) to HTML.
It is saved in several formats mainly .cfm.
It utilises tags and has tags for adding components.Seamless compatibility with flash action script.Mmmmmm......

That aside.I just discovered that an API is an application programming interface and that the Open GL platform that helps the cross platform function of my 3d application is an API.Wow!

9.25 pm