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Monty Python Redux


Whereupon these Taliban, Al Qaeda and Isis fun guys were having a party

and spontaneously sang and whistled:



Things will turn out for the best

Always look on the bright side of…. death






Yes, always look on the bright side of…. death








And their audience just died!




Speaks for itself


Astronomy 1.01

The Kuiper belt is a region of the Solar System beyond the planets, extending from the orbit of Neptune to approximately 50 AU from the Sun. It is similar to the Asteroid belt, and not as dense or obtuse as the Bible belt.



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Seeing as the next one up for sacrifice in Holland is the ultra-right politician Wilders, one wonders if the assassin of film maker Van Gogh realises that he sort of proved Theo’s point?

Pakistan (Bis)

The rag-tag, moped army of the Taliban plays the Pakistani military like a violin. Their only real weapon blending in with the population, in an instant becoming kamikazes on a bike. They have no tanks, no air force, not even underwear it seems and in strictly military terms pesky, even lethal but in the end insignificant and at war really only with modernity.

They know Islamabad’s obsession with New Delhi and will bomb the Indians so Pakistan devotes all its attention to getting blamed for it and be ready for retribution by garnering its concentration, troops and support mechanisms direction India instead of the Waziristans, leaving those very Taliban and their sympathizers free to operate despite the central government having more than 1 million men under arms, including reservists, but dedicating less than 50.000 of them to their own insurgent territories. In reverse sense much like treating a furry dog pissing on one’s boots to a biscuit, only to find out where its muzzle is so one can kick it in the arse as bloody ferociously as possible.

Just watch it, everything’s very visible and predictable: when the Taliban in Pakistan are up to something they’ll first attack an Indian Embassy, hotel or subway before carrying out the strikes it really prizes inside their own shifty borders. All the while demonstrating Islamabad is not in full control of its territory, the scary part, given its nuclear inventory and fous-de-Dieu to overflow.

Kill, Kill, Kill

The problem with fundamentalists is that contrary to their OWN Creator they seem to have no respect for life, the dignity of it once His work here is complete and with which they’re not helping Him at all.

They have little notion of mundane issues like job creation, health care, hygiene, road repair, food supply and what have you, let alone education. What they offer basically is insanity. But religion, like revolution, eating its own is nothing new. And we do know what happens to societies embracing this sort of culture. Aztecs, folks like that.

However, with modern immediacy I give it a couple of generations, not centuries, before sanity regains its footing in those parts where they prevail.

Meanwhile, brace yourselves!

On Fundament

Subtitle: Where lies hell?

We all dance to the same mysterious tune, Einstein suggested, but it’s clear that some only hear their own song. For when I look into the eyes of a fundamentalist I see no real expression. And when I look at his lips I never see a smile. All I perceive is a wan, a sallow face rarely rejoicing at the sight or sound of anything or anyone.

I truly don’t mind and I’m ready to respect eccentric believers, provided that they’re generous. The ones I find unacceptable and totally unfair are the self-obsessed robotic ones, not giving a damn about anyone. Living in a bubble, unshaken by a quarter of a million souls drowning in a tsunami or perishing in some seismic mishap elsewhere. Who don’t believe in Papua or Inuit and wilfully exclude the rest of us while not hesitating to use that electricity, the mobile phone, the internet, the car, the airplane or whenever it suits their purpose, ‘god-given’ Semtex or the AK-47 they neither discovered nor manufacture. There’s something disingenuous in that. They use and use, never produce and never give; they are the inhabitants of a sad universe that isn’t, breathing cruel untruth, suffering from analogous impotence having to do with ancient, living letters that were meant to warm, but turned deep, dark, cold and exclusive by them.

All this as I sit in the shadows of a Chiringuito, in the south of Spain, overlooking the coast of Africa, taking a small breeze break at this simple, open beach bar where I’ve just picked up a leaflet on deep sea diving someone left behind. I’m struck by the word fundamental, how fundamental it is for the deep sea diver to stop half way up when making his way back to the surface, in order to depressurize. Not taking this action turning out to be lethal, suggesting that fundamentalism not adhered to is entirely catastrophic. Except that a diver must rise at one point or will die by drowning anyway, so that the end purpose of his enterprise, a conclusion to his aquatic state, must never be overlooked.

A fundament is supposed to underpin something, a useful structure… or a LIFE. A fundament that allows no further upward movement is a fundament for its own sake, and as such no longer a life force. For instance, in brutal, feudal societies where one could sympathize with unrest, even understand though not quite condone violent refusal, a call to fundamentalism of one sort or another offers no respite as it seeks to preserve submission, commonly fearing true innovation just as before, and in fact wishing to perpetuate the earthly misery it claims to be desirous to eradicate. Like trying to reach the moon by horse and carriage, as sanctioned immobility by definition prevents advancement in any daily state. Furthermore, even though many creeds promulgate the humble life, and are dedicated to our re-joining the Eternal One at one stage, none declare that in the meantime we must throw life away, live like the donkey or wallow in disease. So that here we must decide who’s right, literalists seeking to hold the diver where he is, forever keeping him there in thankful, careful but unnatural celebration of his ‘fundament’ but in the end probably drowning him, or the latter’s ultimate need to come up and breathe. Obstinate these literalists. Willing themselves to deny what a metaphor is, and in the end representing a complete and utter lack of moral vision.

It sounds like Beckett, but on another level, a rather flat one this time, can you imagine a city of only foundations and no buildings, where people live between crevices like roaches, waiting, waiting for something to happen to these fundaments. When it does, and again by definition, this always turning out to be insufficient, like yet another fundament, simply because these folks are not allowed to erect anything, to discover, raise themselves, every useful ‘thought’ taken from them: no need for medicine, no need for science, no need for industry, no need for study, no need for educated women, only compliant ones, no need for books except the One, whichever it may be. No, don’t worry, we’ll read it for you, all the while intimidating you with everlasting suffering and punishment, just when you thought the ongoing nightmare could and should be ending now.

Let’s face it, fundament that is incapable or unwilling to see itself as a means instead of an end is out to hold people down and as such should probably be forbidden by God. In this context ‘May your God be with you’ is what I suddenly remember a complete stranger exhorting upon leaving the eatery where I was having a bite and as he passed my table. So that someone’s God indeed may be persuaded to speak out again. It has, after all, been a millennium or more since anyone heard from anyone of Him. Because He could really help His world by adding a few defining pronouncements, like: Thou Shalt Take What I Said With a Grain of Salt or My Intent Always Remains to Hurt Not A Single Living Soul. Meaning: Thou Shalt Not Pay Me Homage by Putting Ridiculous Words in My Mouth! Closely followed by a: Brethren, Do You Really Think I Gave You Life for You to Throw Away, High-Fiving You from my Throne, Each Time You Throw a Lethal Device or Act Senselessly and Sadistically?

Killing someone for not believing in and being unkind to Winnie-the-Pooh, would be an equally unacceptable notion. Let us not forget therefore that common sense also is a fundament, just as freedom is and as bondage of any kind is not. And that on the opposite end of this spectrum Sartre not only proclaimed that existence is our own responsibility, which it is, but went on to suggest that unbridled egocentrism equates freedom, which is false, as no man can cut himself off from this world, from Einstein’s tune, and no one’s freedom should ever be another’s hell. (Typically, while he, Sartre, complained hell is the others, he never stopped to listen what those others thought of him).

Now, in attempting to assess existence it’s of little use getting carried away with pedantic ‘I’m smarter than you’ type of arid notions. Like what is ‘is’, what does ‘act’ mean, what ‘is’ ‘will’, what is ‘being’ as opposed to a ‘nothingness’ in some minds, but may well ‘be’ no nothingness at all, still others undoubtedly concluding there ‘is’ no such thing as nothingness?! For as long as all pain has not been eradicated all of this is fatuous, not where our energy should flow and a bit like proudly showing a dying child in the Sahel a Picasso, expecting it to appreciate the work.

For none of this really matters. What matters is that hunger ‘is’, that bombs and bullets ‘are’; no further gratuitous speculation required. So that as a step in the right direction towards living responsibly on this planet ‘Equilibrium’ or the old live and let live axiom spelling out tolerance, represent the only viable justice and therefore the only true fundament worth struggling for and build upon.

Massive olive branch implied, of course!