A letter home…
…from Bizarro Earth
I think things are adrift, slipping, slipping, slipping…
Just recently I seem to have passed through some tenebrous brane into unfathomable dimensions – by some rabbithole topsy turvy tumble.
Why, in my febrile state I could have sworn a page back someone was here extolling Sarah Palin as a visionary leader for either remote Alaska or the USA Empire itself!!
Lately our village is besieged by itinerant proselytisers for the failing death cult, persistent in their self-denial, beyond the point of rational reasoning, their brazen form of interlocution is chilling in its disassociation and dissonance – hellbent as they are on saving our sorry souls from the madness ahead, only they, the illuminated, the anointed, can see.
Bless them for their good intentions, but clearly they are ‘tinkers’ not ‘thinkers’ – pushing tired barrows of tawdry goods with which they hope to win us over.
All brighteyed and assertive, if not bellicose, they strike out for the democratic right of small self-invited children to wave their dead cat repeatedly at the dinner table, after being told, repeatedly, “we saw the cat, we appreciate it is dead, its interest and novelty has passed, please now keep your cat to yourself and remove it from the table” …
One such spleen vendor has recently processed about the village like some Cerberus, each head proclaiming a vision at odds with perceived reality, dexterously sinister-shaming the left with a faux even-handedness.
Semi-settled now, one, nominally ‘a straw joker’ and cornish patsy by the cut of the cloth and accent, has stuck around to this end.
To persuade us of their bonafides they have nailed their ‘theses’ to the site’s ‘door’ for all to embrace.
As with all proclamations it is what is left out or between the lines that is most telling. Once winnowed, blowing out the subjective and conjecture, the following grains remain to be examined:
he was head-hunted to become a member of the parliamentary political party. he was head-hunted to become a member of the parliamentary political party, Key had no strong ties to the National Party.
Indeed, Whale Oil’s father began grooming him in the dying years of the 20th century
In 1998, on learning of his interest in pursuing a political career, the National Party president John Slater began working actively to recruit him.
Key has promoted a winning empathy with a public weary of hidden or partly-hidden agendas.
The tiny benighted village of Epsom springs to mind, and the insertion of a tame beadle. Plus the surprise chartering of Church and Guild schools from uncharted waters.
His task is to get things done.
But who for, and in whose interests – see this (make a cuppa tea)
Along the way he has shown the common touch which comes from his state-house background.
Two unquantifiable statements, echoing hollowly…
He has demonstrated the ability to compromise…
see above re Epsom and bad ACTors…
and Comalco and Warners have benefitted
from his pliability and largesse
(with a stroke down thru it
- akshully those were our $s)
No other Prime Minister in our recent history has so effortlessly imparted this sense of trustworthy pragmatism to the same extent as John Key has.
This is where I must worry about ergot poisoning from the rough grains and breads the populace must survive on. don’t talk to me about the teeth!
John Key has yet to be proved to be anywhere near as culpable of the duplicity and dark dealings that they would have us believe.
People closer to Key than I ever will be report how angry and let down he feels over the dirty politics play-out and he won’t allow Collins for example anywhere near any position of authority again.
With friends like that who needs enemas?
Loose-lipped gossips, big-noting braggadocio…
… the positive impact he has had on foreign shores
Yes his stance on ’prosecution by drone and hellfire missile’ is well known.
I’m a true swinging voter.
Your Key’s in the bowl…
we’re all adults here,
I’m greatly influenced by the qualities and integrity, or not, of the party leaders. I voted for both David Lange and Helen Clark. My judgement was proven accurate as it has been with John Key.
Please show the working on this equation, otherwise I must again lament the presence of lead and other synaptic-dulling poisons into the learned environments.
And ya do know that acolyte is just another name for henchman, right?
At times it almost leads me to doubt the logic of the workings of the Grand Unified Field upon the chemystery of life, that such plagues are visited upon us, perchance the adversity strengthens us and our resolve…
Truth be told, I have fought hard for my
tenuous grip on the Village Idiot role.
I see no need for a new clown in town…
Will no one rid me of this vexing tinker?
Mustn’t grumble, though.
Chores to do.
I’ll leave this to be discovered in better times.
Epic Adventurer in the Westlands
through the veil
Thanks for the work out Jake…
I may still have time to panel-beat this into a SST short story entry.
Hope M. Night Shyamalan’s lawyers aren’t watching…
(apologies to Edgar Rice Burroughs and Robert E Howard too)
it does get in...
Who do I vote for, for muttonflaps?
Yes, he was magnificent. Mora just sounded embarrassed and eager to change the subject.
aah! all this explains one mystery, I tuned in briefly at some point after this, and wondered at the palpable tension of the recently adrenalised vocal cords and manner of those two...
Good show Mr Slack.
I went out and shot a mousse.
I’m just wiping it off the driveway now…
is it a tort
or a torte?
He's a knotty boy...
taking up another hobby
That's my shtick...
Ya just gotta watch out for
those Factitious characters, though...
Is there, in fact, anything at all which is beyond the eyes of others?
Not if those others are humans,
and are involved in the process
of moving, storing or accessing data.
Curiosity, Corruptability and Chance
can all play a part...
(NB not to besmirch all data techs, but it only takes one, and there is always one...)
... a needle, pulling thread?
Far, a long long way to run
Tea, a drink with jam and bread
That will bring us back to
Do, oh oh oh...
The hills are alive
they have ears and eyes
they know what to do
with a problem like that...
I'm sure he must be related to Morey Amsterdam from the Dick van Dyke show, some physical characteristics look familiar - but he doesn't seem to be directly related.
at least they haven't gone for 'Rotter-dam'
sit on it and rotate...
My mum told me the sun rises in the east and sets in the west.
"Yeah well, we looked at that and went quite a way along that path, but ultimately I decided against it and we never implemented it."
- John Key *
*No not really, just in case....