Mein Gott! I am still deeply disturbed by JJ’s Spengler sticks spectacular yesterday. Let’s throttle down and return to the suburban fleshpots, where cafes heave with Positivists and neo-Kantians. Safer ground for us all.
Instead of one malapropism in The Echo this weekend, there were two.
How dumb are the Twilight film people for failing to tie in locally with the TWOP tipple of choice? No wonder Simon Miraudo described it as “generic melodrama, in which not a single moment rings true”.
How dumb are Woolworths? They can’t even spell chicen. Again we think of Spengler: in his Preußentum und Chicenismus he argued for an organic, nationalist version of poultry authoritarianism, and convincingly expedentiallised Weimar was lost because of $10 chicens.
I love this feature window at a Shenton Park building site. It could be a western suburbs Stargate.
And this Claremont phenomenon reminded me of Justin Langer’s latest Monthly essay. A new culture starts, JL holds, when persons in a dying, static, or purposeless society – at first only a few visionaries, often widely isolated – begin to see their surroundings from a new perspective.
Static? Expedential? A new dawn breaking? This bloke may be on to something, and I may not be able to post next week, as I will be at Curtin Uni’s Hayden Williams Lecture Theatre on Saturday. Forget Spengler – Michael Tsarion is the one to hold our hands along the difficult road of discovery…
“Ten years ago, in his first book on the Juliet balconies of Atlantis, Michael Tsarion predicted that by the year 2012, we will be in possession of the major truths about our origins and destiny. Ten years have elapsed, and fortunately many can indeed say that they have made progress along the difficult road of discovery. However, clever people also know there is still a long way to go. Man remains a mystery to himself, and this supreme mystery must finally be illuminated for true change to occur. Human 2.0 is on its way. He is the wet dream of the hidden controllers. Humans have been gradually reduced to the level of dugongs, so we need to find out what lies in store for us, and what action we can take to offset the age old war on consciousness. Man is ultimately his own savior. He can choose to think for himself or to wait until he is given permission to do so. Soon he may need permission to exist. Nevertheless, as I have emphasized many times, evil contains within itself the seeds of its own destruction. Michael believes that we may be living in the last days of universal evil and $10 chicens. Michael’s presentation closely examines where we are, how we are, and what we must take with us on the dangerous road toward 2012 and beyond. He will also reveal in great detail the symbolism used to subliminally imprint this agenda, and many others, into mainstream culture.” Only $92.79, and discounted ticket price for David Icke attendees!
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As neither expedential nor rivallary are words, I’d suggest those are closer to neologisms than malapropisms. I think the etymological term is fuck-ups.
12 cents ? Who gives a proverbial ? Do they still have 2 cent coins anyway ?
The Shents Ce n’est pas une fenêtre is sublime, and there is only one word for dangerous road in 2012. Panigale.
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Now that is a wet dream, Snuff.
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It’s phenomenal, Rolly. A formula one car, at 640 kg and about 800 horsepower, has a power-to-weight ratio around 1.25 horsepower per kilogram. The Panigale, at 164 kg and 195 horsepower, has a ratio of 1.19 horsepower per kilogram.
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All very well, but what mass can it tow, what are the towball weight limitations, and can it accommodate a weight distributing hitch?
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Righto. As you were, then.
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You want to talk about mass that can be towed…. well..
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Damn, try again
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The comparison is far less impressive if you include an 80kg pilot (about 1.1 hp/kg and 0.8 hp/kg for the car and bike respectively).
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True, but it still feels like being fired out of a cannon.
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Verily, a transport of
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I’m fascinated by “forecasted”, which fits in nicely with the pretentious prognostications of Mr. Tsarion. (Sounds like he may have invented his name too.)
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I’m so glad that the intnreet allows free info like this!
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“He is the wet dream of the hidden controllers”. WHAT THE HELL?????
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Come on Shazza: think about it, it makes Sence!
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I thought ‘nightmare of the hidden controller’ would have made conspirational sence. But wet dream? That’s got to to be one of the wiredest claims Iv’e read. And I’m not unfamiliar with fucked up rants.
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Probably a more realistic claim than the standard, optimistic fare
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I’ve wired my sence and gone gaint in Dianella. The DFOC OS is superbly curated by in teh Guildford Dugong wet dream.
Shents? A window to the arsehole.
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What a philosophical weekend! Window. Yes.
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$9.88 is neally $10.00 anyway!
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How neally TL101? Nowz youse chanse two lettuce no. Youse kan evens ewes blokks iff dat helpz youse.
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spengler? eoin camerom. there, i’ve said it.
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I saw that $9.88 chicken at woolies last week, and thought that’s almost TWOP-worthy, but not quite. Didn’t think that they’d got the spelling wrong and the value proposition wrong in the same sign. Must pay more attention next time.
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So I actually heard someone refer to ‘Shento’ the other day (“Yeah, he’s down in Shento at the moment”). To which I could only sneeringly assert the inevitability of that mystical tradition’s eventual demise.
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Why pay $9.88 for a chicken when you can accidentally put it your bag and walk out of woolworths without payimg a cent for it> Thats the wonder of my local Woolworths
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It’s the rather large fly present on the sign that makes the chicken advertisement really sing.
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No BSwaM, that’s a normal sized fly, and get your hands off our flies.
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Summer. Australia. All quality.
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I had to wait, like, minutes for it to land again.
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