Kyoto Observer

How about Lullaby as the New World Order's anthem?

Suppose you come to me to borrow some money to buy that dream house you're lusting after.  The price is high but it can only go higher, as everyone knows.  I have a nice big building downtown.  Thirty-seven floors high.  Art deco.  Been around forever.  Everyone knows me, Stygian Bank.  I peruse your numbers and after much ooooing and ahhhing I approve your application and give you a loan.  You move into your dream house and gosh darn you're happy--and so are your wife and kiddies. 

Unfortunately, the economy turns sour.  You lose your $100,000 a year managerial job at General Meltdown.  Your wife has also lost her sales position at a big advertiser.  You both work on minimum wage now: you at McDonald's, she at a supermarket.  You fall behind on your mortgage payments.  That house is now worth much less than what you paid for it.  You can't make ends meet.  Your kids can't go to private school anymore.  That dream house is turning into a nightmare.  Stygian Bank is going to going to foreclose you if you can't pay.  You can't, and then the bank finally closes you out of your own home.

As you and your family consider moving into a growing tent city, you hear from a guy already living in a tent, as in a scene from They Live!, that banks never lend you money.  They make loans out of thin air and charge interest.  Not only that, but if all debts were paid off, there'd be no money, as all money is debt.  You dismiss it as a wacko conspiracy theory because you're a know-it-all Egroeg Toibnom reader.  They'd never get away with it.  This is a free country and our politicians, while not perfect, look after the common people.  We have a culture of accountability.

Thing is, banks do make money out of nothing and charge interest.  There is a pandemic of foreclosures now and it will only get worse on the Road to Harare.  If Joe Sixpack makes money out of nothing and somehow credits you with $300,000 and expects you to pay interest, he'd be arrested.  But when banks do it, no one cares.  No one questions that lovely art deco building.  

Those who think there are no global conspiracies have their heads parked in a smelly orifice where the sun don't shine.  The eternal commoner's problem is he went to school, read newspapers such as the Guardian and watched the 6 o'clock news.   He spends his time talking about sports and pornography and doesn't bother with real issues such as Earth's central conspiracy: banking.  "Oh c'mon, they'd never get away with making money out of nothing and charging interest.  Someone would say something.  We live in a free country.  We have a savior in office.  He's saving us from the forces of darkness.  Only a tin foil nut would think there are conspiracies..."

In the meantime, as you're tuning into yet another reality TV show at mom's house, spiderman's getting ready to have you for dinner tonight.

On candystripe legs the spiderman comes
Softly through the shadow of the evening sun
Stealing past the windows of the blissfully dead
Looking for the victim shivering in bed
Searching out fear in the gathering gloom and
Suddenly!
A movement in the corner of the room!
And there is nothing I can do
When I realise with fright
That the spiderman is having me for dinner tonight!

Quietly he laughs and shaking his head
Creeps closer now
Closer to the foot of the bed
And softer than shadow and quicker than flies
His arms are all around me and his tongue in my eyes
"Be still be calm be quiet now my precious boy
Don't struggle like that or I will only love you more
For it's much too late to get away or turn on the light
The spiderman is having you for dinner tonight"

And I feel like I'm being eaten
By a thousand million shivering furry holes
And I know that in the morning I will wake up
In the shivering cold

And the spiderman is always hungry...

video via LCkreator

Summer Solstice Wiltshire crop circle.  Either something beyond the scope of the 6 o'clock news is happening here or some drunk humans, after a few pints at the local, decide to violate old MacDonald's farm and do a bit of doodling at a brisk pace--as usual, without detection. 

Enlarge this photo and notice a red dot in the lower left.  Looks like a human. 

The drunken fun doodling theory does to many crop circles what a Hindu Kush caveman, 19 boxcutters, "incompetence", and "pancaking" do for 9/11. 

John Michell, what is going on here?

Crop Circle at Below Milk Hill (3), nr Alton Barnes, Wiltshire. Reported 21st June   2009

http://www.cropcircleconnector.com/20...

A3MusicVideos

Failure to comply with playing this at maximum volume will mean your immediate arrest and indefinite incarceration.  We will not tolerate threats to Her Majesty's Green & Pleasant Land.

reas11

Low quality version of what the BBC removed yesterday.  Courtesy of some Russian (?) source.

Click link for 33 photos allowing those of us who couldn't attend the annual midsummer Glastonbury Festival a wee bit of a vicarious thrill.  Looks like everyone had a blast, such as all these stoners.  Viva Sol!

Glastonbury 2009 - The Big Picture - Boston.com

http://www.boston.com/bigpicture/2009...

Over the weekend, approximately 190,000 people made their way to Worthy Farm in western England to attend the 2009 Glastonbury Festival. Attendees came to see performances at what is billed as "Europe's largest open-air music festival" on many stages over four days - headliners included Bruce Springsteen, Neil Young, and a reunited Blur. Rainy weather did little to dampen the mood, as attendees enjoyed themselves in tent cities, concert performances, dance tents, and the surrounding countryside of Somerset, England. Collected here are a handful of images from this year's festival. (33 photos total)

Only commoners think all roads lead to Rome.  In the fractional reserve universe, of which terrestrial economics is a vassal, all roads lead to Harare.  Don't blame the all seeing eye: you keep voting for the scum that leech you dry.

Tamer Youssef

Trebor Ebagum by Tamer Youssef

Trebor Ebagum | Zimbabwe | by Tamer Youssef | Pencil Sketch on Bristol Paper | Photoshop CS3 | November 2008 | Tamer Youssef's Caricature World *

Trebor Leirbag Ebagum (born 21 February 1924) is the President of Zimbabwe and Earth's Chief Financial Officer. 

daniel.sikar

Glastonbury Tor

Glastonbury Tor rises from the lower Lias clays and limestones throught the middle and upper Lias to a deposit of hard Midford Sand on the cap, 521 FT. High. Known locally as Tor Burr, this is more resistant to erosion than the lower levels, making the slopes steep and unstable.

These steep sculptured slopes, rising dramatically from the Isle of Avalon in the flat Somerset levels, have encouraged much speculation about the origin of the Tor in legend. The earliest reference is a mid-Thirteenth Century story of St. Patrick's return from Ireland in which he became leader of a group of hermits at Glastonbury and discovered an ancient ruined oratory on the summit after climbing through a dense wood.

Scattered finds of prehistoric, Roman and later objects suggest the Tor was always used by man, but evidence for actual occupation from the Sixth Century AD was uncovered in the excavations of 1964-6. A second phase of occupation between 800-1100 was distinguished by the head of a cross and what were probably Christian monk's cells cut into the rock on the summit.

The tradition of a monastic site on the Tor is confirmed by a charter of 1243 granting permission for a fair at the monastery of St. Michael there. The present tower, though later modified, is essentially Fifteenth Century and is associated with the second of two major churches which stood on the summit. The second one was probably built after the destructive earthquake of 1275.

The monastic church of St. Michael, closely associated with the great abbey in the town below, fell into ruin after the Dissolution of Monasteries in 1539 , when Richard Whiting, the last abbot of Glastonbury, was hanged on the Tor.

daniel.sikar

Sunset at the Glastonbury Tor

Lots of alcoholic beverages being consumed.