Where PZ Myers, the baboon board, and serial pig Chrys Stevenson has brought us, with slander so substantial that WordPress removed it. Did warn them about scattergun smearing.
I feel so proud. Atheism. Just like the right-to-life lobby.
Be a Freethinker, not an atheist. Resist. The baboons are baboons. They soil themselves at every move.They re-edit history so freely there are no reliable links.
Slandering the innocent sums up freefromthoughtblogs. Whores and destitutes. I have not been around. Just popping in to wish you all a better new year than the one past. And for anyone that has ever trusted Chrys Stevenson, to say nyah nyah. Really. You should know better. Sorry you’ve been stung. Assume the worst.
The Great One died earlier this year, magically at the age of 69. The man who painted with sound and ended his days painting with paint. As with his music, his visual art did not simply defy convention, it refused to acknowledge it.
The Captain was not like us – he was a precious idiot-god. Probably functionally illiterate, seeing music in drawings and drawings in sounds, I doubt anyone could have ever seen the reality he perceived – an endless source of grief for him, especially when bumping into immovable objects like Zappa.
He was without a doubt the man who poisoned me – life changed when at age 16 I had my mind permanently deformed by Doc At The Radar Station. I blaspheme by considering this his greatest work, alongside Lick My Decals Off Baby. Trout Mask is, dunno, beyond me, but still a masterwork, a communion for once a year perhaps, a sacred experience – black putty music. But Doc and Decals do it for me.
So, 35 years later, something all of us with fins have been waiting for, is finally being released from the vaults of Virgin records after being stuck in legal limbo. Bat Chain Puller is coming. There are many tracks from this that were subsequently re-recorded and added to later vinyl, much of it amongst the best of the best, like the sublime Owed t’Alex(raw live version, no doubt in a pub with sticky carpet and a faint vomit smell, the way I like it)-
Here’s a cut from Doc: Sue Egypt -
And one from Decals: Buggy Boogie Woogie (probably my all time fave) -
I left a Cynic boot print on my cab driver last night. He was bemoaning the obligatory niceness of the season, the strangers that give their good wishes.
I told him to ask the next one why they aren’t nice all year ’round, not just now.
He brooded at the road for several minutes, chewing his lip.
Then said, “Y’know, I think I will”.
Perhaps I made a difference to his life, perhaps not. Don’t really care.
Typical of blogs that don't want discussion, only agreement.
It was a matter of time and not entirely unexpected. The baboon board lynch mob has finally arrived and are baying for blood. There were a couple of dozen in the queue before me, and my number finally came up. So many lynchings, so little time…
I think I am supposed to be surprised, spontaneously void my bowels and fall prostrate in terror. In fact, I briefly noted that yes, I did receive their cleverness, and really, they should tell someone who cares. I have otherwise been bound down by too much pre-crassmass nonsense to even consider any more.
Perhaps the greatest tragedy to befall avante guano1 was The Residentsactually earning enough money to buy real instruments and start believing all the bullshit from music pundits praising their genius.
How to destroy creativity – reward it and relieve it from hand-to-mouth starvation.
The Residents last worthwhile output was probably Diskomo, in my elitist opinion. Ever since then, they have started believing the nonsense that they are artists – and the volume of crap they churn out has grown exponentially to feed the less discerning.
Their music was most interesting when they didn’t know how to play and used trash and toy instruments – not the state of the art electronica they now employ.
“It is vitally important to recognize that cellular telephony is a surveillance technology, and that unless we openly discuss this surveillance capability and craft appropriate legal and technological limits to that capability, we may lose some or all of the social benefits of this technology, as well as a significant piece of ourselves. Most people don’t understand that we’re selling our privacy to have these devices.” — Stephen Wicker, Cornell
What is startling about that statement is not what it implies, but that it gets stated so rarely, never in mainstream media, and in this instance, referring to an preinstalled Android app that runs in stealth mode without users knowledge, that it took so long to be made.
Wicker is writing about a particularly vile piece of what I call slimeware1 that has been shipped on various cell phones primarily in North America. To the best of my knowledge, it first came to light in August of this year and caused an absolute lack of concern amongst shiny junk users, who if they offered any kind of response at all, was generally along the lines of “stop being paranoid”. Wicker disagrees. From the same article – (more…)
Open question to all the baboons. Inspired by American History X.
“Who the fuck have you made life better for?”
Myers, Benson, Watson, Marcotte, Christina and the rest of the baboon clingers? Who the fuck’s life have you improved? Honest answer. Anathema. Burns like acid thinking about it. Short answer is no one’s but your own.
Your hatred and division burns just like race politics. Or “nigger bullshit”. You are fabricating a new generation of “niggers”. And you call it “progress”. Worse, “Freethought”.
Common chimpanzee in the Leipzig Zoo. Image credit: Thomas Lersch, via Wikipedia.
(PhysOrg.com) — A lot of people who have gone to the zoo have become the targets of feces thrown by apes or monkeys, and left no doubt wondering about the so-called intellectual capacity of a beast that would resort to such foul play. Now however, researchers studying such behavior have come to the conclusion that throwing feces, or any object really, is actually a sign of high ordered behavior. Bill Hopkins of Emory University and his colleagues have been studying the whole process behind throwing and the impact it has on brain development, and have published their results in Philosophical Transactions of the Royal Society B. [...]
More information: The neural and cognitive correlates of aimed throwing in chimpanzees: a magnetic resonance image and behavioural study on a unique form of social tool use, Phil. Trans. R. Soc. B 12 January 2012 vol. 367 no. 1585 37-47, doi: 10.1098/rstb.2011.0195
Early days I know, and it will probably take thousands of years, but where there’s life there’s hope.
Myers’ Law – In its simplest form Myers’ Law states a baboon has no capacity to either receive or transmit information without corrupting that information. In practical terms this equates to there being no realistic relation between what you communicate to a baboon and what that baboon actually hears. This communication loses even more of its original meaning in the event that baboon then communicates a response back to you. Further, when information enters the baboon echo chamber it loses all relation to reality altogether in a very short time via baboon to baboon retransmission. See cunt kick.
Any non-baboon that has ever attempted to participate in the 24×7 dung fights that constitute what passes for “discussion” on the baboon board knows intimately the feeling that they have walked into some kind of Twilight Zone where ordinary reality has ceased to carry any weight whatsoever. This sense of surreality is followed sequentially by amazement, then by a sense of denial that “this isn’t really happening”, then exasperation and finally overwhelming resignation and despair. (more…)
