Casting the net further afield…

December 10, 2007

With so much chaos flooding every corner of the planet which we call Home, it is easy to forget that we are merely a minute fragment of a mammoth structure we don’t understand but have a name for; The Universe. So instead of spending my free time perusing the News sites for more reports confirming the severe selfishness, greed and xenophobia which plagues our species and the Earth as a whole, tonight I am handing over control of my literal focus to the Hubble telescope and mad scientists who spend their lives deciphering it’s data…and thereafter, instead of encountering human shaped demons in my nocturnal dream adventures I will hope to be dining with venetians… 
 

The ‘red rectangle’ is a star which, unfortunately, is dying…as it slowly, and explosively makes it way to the celestial graveyard these strange ladder shapes surrounding the star are strengthing in size and luminosity.RIP red rectangle…

When Stars near the end of their existence, there are many ways that they can choose to go Out. A popular choice for this End Game is the ‘planetary nebulae’ which involves vast amounts of gas being sent outwards from the star’s core in electrifying patterns, as can be seen in this example, which depicts the famous ‘cats eye’ planteray nebulae (aka NGC 6543). It is thought that this fate awaits our own beloved star (The Sun) but have no fear, current predictions set the date for such a catastrophe at 5 billion years into the future…


Enough talk of Stellar Demise. I seem still stuck in the negative vein of Earth news, but times are achanging… The photo above shows the biggest, brightest and hottest birth cluster of stars yet discovered. Known affectionately as the Lynx arc, this glorius scene can be found behind a cackle of distant galaxies and contains more than a million blue-white stars which are all twice as scorchingly hot as all known stars in our own humble Milky Way galaxy…


 

The aptly christened ‘hourglass nebula’ was spotted way back in 1996. Not much is known about the status of the Eye around which the rings are structured, but I would suggest that it is the Eye of Sauron, which the hobbits managed to banish from our own galaxy back in the Dark Ages…(a ‘nebula’ is the term for celestial clouds of gas or dust)

Floating 500 million miles away from my base here in Brighton, UK, this cartwheel galaxy ponders it’s next move after been sucker punched by one of the two smaller nearby galaxies which sit quietly awaiting their punishment…It is both awe-inspiring and daunting to ponder what other Life may be Out There, light years beyond the accepted realms of our own spheres of existence. Like writing a message on a piece of paper, folding it, poking the package into an empty bottle and then chucking it into the Sea, we should be encapsulating the finest examples of human endeavour- The Proud Highway by Thompson or The Place of Dead Roads by Burroughs; to name but two such works of Art- then sending the package into Space…Who knows what kind of hands or claws such a message could fall into, and better still, what they may send back in return…The last thing we need, as Earth Dwellers, is a broadcast of CNN finding it’s way into the grasp of intelligent life-forms from distant galaxies. Nope. If a greeting of kinds is to be sent into the abyss, it must be the Right kind of message…

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Dearest Esmeralda

December 10, 2007

Dearest Esmeralda,
How the mighty have fallen. The righteous stomped into submission by the dark forces which are running amok in this once great nation which day by day appears more like an open sewer. I watch these grunts like a wild fox watches the farmer, knowing that at any moment the tide may turn and the ignorance I perceive to be the guiding light of the grunt mentality will be replaced with a 12 bore shotgun. My days, like theirs, are numbered, but while I am un-caged, free to roam, observe, marvel in disgust and distrust at the uselessness of their lives and the senseless struggle of my own existence, I remain feral, untamed, a beast more than a modern man.

What drives them*** I often wonder, for they are bound by instincts foreign to those which fling me hither and thither, always pushing my nimble frame in direct opposition to the current of human evolution…Am I human or something else entirely***…It is true that I resemble, or can imitate, their customs, their style, but take a drop of my blood, send it for analysis to the Powers that Be and what will be uncovered will send shockwaves through the halls of Westminster, like a nuclear blast, for I am Dan, human by birth, but cat, fox, wolf, seahorse, badger, hamster and koala by NATURE, part of a drying breed hell-bent on adopting a stance of severe defiance…

They want me to dance the fandango while they whistle ‘Candle in the Wind’ by Elton John, they want me to aim for a studio flat on the second storey of a renovated slaughterhouse, they want me to say Sir, Yes, Sir when the call for attention is sounded out of large speaker attached to the top of a mini cooper driven by Chris Eubank…But I strut to the rhythm of one tune alone, ‘Man in the Mirror’ by Michael Jackson, I aim for the celestial realm of Venetian Gods and Neptunian Bitch-Goddesses, and when I next see Chris Eubank I will puncture his eardrums with Mayan Magic then replace him, as pilot of the fabled Mini Cooper, with a black tongued gazelle who will drive around these blood stained streets screaming the words of ‘Pass The Dutchy’…

Indeed, their chains and shackles restrain us all but it won’t be until they can read my mind that the Real Trouble will begin…When that point is reached on this perilous, relentless march, towards Total Control, Total Destruction of Soul, Total Eradication of the spirit once revered as the noblest of all; I will be done for, because there is no place in the New World for a man who sees only with his own eyes, hears only with his own ears, thinks only with his own mind, feels only with his own heart…I am not interested in Safety in Numbers when the Numbers are meaner, more cruel and dare I say, less decent, than I could ever stoop…The Lord says ‘Forgive them, for they know not what they do’ but on this count the Lord was mistaken for the Swine know exactly what they do…

I hope they are treating you well in the Tombs, Esmeralda, and look forward to your release…
Until then,
I remain,
Biggie Smalls in Clown Shoes…


They take us to war, then go looking for more…

December 10, 2007

While the War on Terror has lost it’s glamour in recent months, with headlines of overflowing Iraqi morgues and decapitated Afghani children been replaced with news of Pakistan’s social implosion and England’s failure to qualify for the EURO championships, the Angels at the top of the Allied Forces Christmas Tree, Cheney and Bush, have been busy planning their next illegal invasion.

Iran haven’t invaded another country for over 2000 years. They haven’t threatened to wipe Israel off the map as was globally broadcast by the Western Media Machine. And the result of continued UN International Atomic Energy Agency enquiries into their alleged nuclear weapons programme concludes that there is ‘no trace’ of any signs that Iran are steaming, with haste, towards nuclear armament…Finally, a recent report by the New York Times indicates that the majority of suicidal Foreigners heading towards Iraq, wrapped in explosives and hell-bent on martyring themselves for a Cause which makes no sense to me, are recruited from Saudi Arabia and Libya, NOT Iran…Ignoring these pertinent facts, Bush and Cheney have continued to spit fire and brimstone towards Tehran and it’s figurehead, the charming Iranian President, Mr. Ahmedinejad.

The rhetoric emerging from Washington is worrying, with parallels easily drawn with the ‘Saddam Hussein is going to kill us all’ propaganda routine which was employed prior to the invasion of Iraq…
“If you’re interested in avoiding World War III,” Bush said recently, “it seems like you ought to be interested in preventing them(Iran) from having the knowledge necessary to make a nuclear weapon.”

Soon after demonstrating such remarkable zeal for diplomacy, Bush took the muzzle of his pet jackal, Cheney, who barked these sweet words of love for Iran…

“(they are) the world’s most active state sponsor of terrorism,” adding, “The Iranian regime needs to know that if it stays on its present course, the international community is prepared to impose serious consequences . . . We will not allow Iran to have a nuclear weapon.”

There is no proof that Iran are the world’s most active state sponsor of terrorism. But there is irrefutable evidence to suggest that the US itself occupies the uncomfortable by lucrative position of Most active and Gruesome exporter of Terrorism.

The other slur, or should I say justification for an attack on Iran, is based around the idea that Iran has been arming the insurgents in Iraq. Again, there is little to no firm ground in which this accusation can be rooted…We were told, by Blair and Bush, prior to our engagement in Iraq, that Hussein and his minions possessed the capacity to launch advanced missiles as far as Washington and London. Yet, after the Iraqi army was stomped then disbanded, the expertise and equipment used to stunt the Allied forces efforts at ‘Liberation’ and cause the continuing atrocities of the Insurgency in Iraq, were suddenly considered to be of foreign origins…That makes little sense….Soldiers know how to kill, they are trained to kill. When they are no longer soldiers, they do not suddenly lose all knowledge of their former military lives…If I know how to make a bomb, it matters not whether I am wearing uniform or not, I still know how to make that bomb…The assumption that disbanding the Iraqi army washed clean the Iraqi soldiers’ minds of army knowledge is flawed and totally illogical.

The Iranian army is split into two factions. One of which is the Iranian Revolutionary Guard. That group has been labeled ‘a terrorist organization’ by Washington this year which paves the way, if the IRG can be linked to any attacks on the US at home or abroad, for the Yankees to pummel them. Or at least try to. They will not go down easily, and without any doubt, if attacked they will retaliate against Israel, who alongside the US are the most fervent pushers for War.

If there is an attack on Iran before Bush is forced to leave office next year, it will dispel any misplaced dreams that Peace is the Objective of the United States government and confirm that rather than spreading Liberation, they are only interested in spreading War and making money through bloodshed.

For anyone who still believes that George Bush is fit to preside over issues which greatly affect global stability, I refer to a speech made earlier this year in which the goofy Texan cokehead gave the real reasons for fucking up Iraq…
‘I thought an interesting comment was made — somebody said to me, I heard somebody say, “Now, where’s Mandela?” Well, Mandela’s dead because Saddam Hussein killed all the Mandelas.’

Nelson Mandela is old now, but he is far from exchanging his flesh for dust and it comes as no surprise to read that he is no fan of Bush.
‘ Bush is a president who can’t think properly and wants to plunge the world into holocaust. Why does the United States behave so arrogantly?” he asked, adding, “They just want the oil. We must expose this as much as possible.” (Mandela, 2001)

I can hope that Reason will prevail over Lunacy but it is nothing but a childish dream. With Hilary Clinton set to continue, if elected, the swashbuckling foreign policy routine which Bush has laid out in his tenure as Top Pig, the future looks incredibly bleak…