Saturday, December 1, 2012

Vol.161: Red Light, Green Light

Did your Thanksgiving Dinner guests look like these people? Add some skinny jeans and some bicycles, and you can see them all at Grumpy's in Nordeast.
     Greetings from Thelonius Ronscpiacy,

     A couple of weeks ago, I watched the film Red Lights. It was a major studio release this past summer that didn't get too many favorable reviews, which starred the once incomparable Robert Deniro as the character Simon Silver, a medium of extraordinary powers. The exact opposite of the Robert Deniro who in recent years hasn't been in a decent film since Casino in the mid 90's. Like all artists I suppose, they have their peak years and then they have their valleys where they just receive paychecks. The film's subject matter was what may be considered to be on the fringe of science and skepticism, sort of like denying that there is something drastically wrong with climate change, ie; Arctic Ice melt the size of the U.S in the past year. The film dealt with seances and mediums and the dismissal of miracles. What Sigourney Weaver's character in the film called "discordant notes." The "red lights" are the little oddities, the slight and singular differences we experience in our lives and rarely take notice of or for that matter, most of the time, take for granted.
     I start with this because I believe we experience the phenomenon all of the time and maybe it's my job to bring those things to light. To drag them kicking and screaming out from the dusty cobwebbed corners of the recesses of our collective subconscious and expose them for what they really are, subjects, topics, moments worth further investigation; ie; the Fiscal Cliff that looms over the shoulder of the madness of Black Friday. The Gaza ceasefire between Israel and Hamas, hoping that it will last longer than a Kim Kardashian marriage, even though the military exercises for Israel seemed to be nothing more than preparing for the inevitable between themselves and Iran. Egypt has a new Pharaoh in town, and his name is Morsy; not the emo-British crooner, although to some in the Muslim world, that may be worse. As result, the Tahrir Square is looking once again like a riotous diplomatic version of New Years New York's Time Square, minus Ryan Seacrest, the alcohol and corporate sponsors. Then there is Susan Rice, the U.S Ambassador to the U.N who was shockingly mislead by intelligence given to her by the CIA; I know, can you believe it? The CIA playing mind games, or maybe Petraeus's hands were tied at the time while Paula Broadwell read to him Fifty Shades of Grey?  Did you know, that the White House's pick to replace Mrs. Clinton as Secretary of State, Susan Rice, has millions invested in Canadian energy companies, companies that would gain handsomely if the XL Keystone Pipeline is built, and would only be built if whomever was Secretary of State at that time signed off on it? Once again, I'm not making this up. How convenient it would be for Ms. Rice. Then again, it's all just coincidence. Right? Or is it?
     Another sign that we may be living in the last moments of human civilization and from what I would gather has biblical scholars the world over, scratching their heads and readying their panic-rooms and bomb shelters, is the fact that on 11/28/12 in front of the U.N, Palestinians made a bid for a status upgrade to become a recognized state. They don't recognize the state of Israel, but they want to be recognized? If only to bring crimes of humanity against their Jewish neighbors. Oh, the middle-east, such a peaceful vacation destination. I'm surprised Disney hasn't opened a theme-park there. Think of the tourism.
     God definitely has a sick sense of humor. Three major religions have the exact same city as their gateway to the divine, and no, it's not Las Vegas. It's all just coincidence. These are just some of the recent "red lights" worth investigating. 
     Then there are the four legs of the table that are holding the brittle financial world a float, before the table-cloth is magically pulled out from under our enormously packed American sized plates, according to many Economists, which is just another name for "paid guessers," are Housing, Europe, China and Oil Prices. Which leads me to ask, what is the next big race? We've had the Space Race, the Arms Race, the Amazing Race, but what's next? The Face Race? A mad run for all things cosmetic surgery related, or are we already there? See magazine stand at nearest check-out aisle. But, I digress.
"I'm Sexy and I know it." Now that's Gangnam Style!
     Our ever expanding global economy brought yet another glad tiding of its promise in the horrible and terrible tragic results of a massive garment factory fire in Bangladesh in recent weeks. The fire killed more than a 100 meagerly paid workers who had no way of escape, being that there wasn't a proper fire exit readily available for them. Instead, many chose to jump out of windows to their death while others were burnt alive; all so companies can mass produce clothing brought to you by Puff Daddy aka Sean Combs......ironically they all went up in a "puff" of smoke. I'm not making this up. How much coverage did this horrible event gather in the U.S media? Oh, that's right, why bring the truth of our futile efforts at happiness through a consumer oriented society to light when we are in the midst of our Moloch inducing Holiday season. Just feed the beast more children. Appease its appetite with the young and uneducated. The world takes to the streets in protest of draconian austerity measures, the U.S takes to the malls to go shopping.
     How dumb and uniformed is the North Korean regime these days? They bought the gag brought about by The Onion that Kim Jong-Un is the World's Sexiest Man.  

    On another note, we are only years away from being driven automatically by self-driving vehicles. Google has already driven over 300k miles in a self-driving vehicle with the help of 3-D cameras and GPS satellites. Think of it, no more sober-cabs. No more worries about how you're going to get home from the office holiday party. Nope, those days are over. Instead, your boss and upper management will find more time and more work for you to do on your daily commute into and away from the office each day. More time to text, to check email and work on spreadsheets. Awwwww, the American Dream. Or if you are being chased by the goons of the military industrial complex on a dream vacation trip to Mars, you may experience the annoying blow-back of technological advances in your face. So, in closing, when you do see "red lights" and the little light in your head goes off, enjoy it, observe it and take it all in. Find the deeper meaning in these little blips on your radar as you find yourself so easily distracted, confused and annoyed. These and hopefully this blog and its' moments unlike the film Red Lights, are worth reading and watching. So, do yourself a favor and save your time, save yourself.


Thelonius Ronscpiacy

Dear Outrage,

Democratic compassion = the amount of people that get stuff.  We’ve reached the proverbial tipping point.  More people getting a handout than aren’t means America will continue to vote in democrats until our demise.

Just look at California, they have billions and billions of debt and they vote in a liberal super majority.  This will be very instructive for us to see, however the liberals will be blinded by blaming everyone but themselves.


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