Apparently "Hollywood" is up in arms over the Roman Polanski arrest (Metro 29th September 2009).
Certainly at least one Debra Winger, president of the Zurich Film Festival judging panel seems to be up in arms about it saying she and others ("we") are standing by (him) and awaiting his release and his next great film.
Personally I want to also know the names of who exactly "Hollywood" is. I want to know if this stupid bitch Debra has a daughter. Maybe a 13 year old daughter. And then I want to ask this cow if she would be ok with a 44 year old man drugging her daughter, then raping her, forcing oral sex on her and sodomising her. I can only conclude that Debra would say that this is all good and great and OK with her.
Possibly though the 44 year old man might have to be a film director for her to really approve. But if he were, I personally at least, am convinced, Debra would help him hold the little girl down.
I also have to deduce that Debra Winger is a drug addled crack-whore that stumbled into her job by sucking every cock in Zurich while being filmed. I am also assuming it's only by sheer force of blackmail and the threat of exposing such films that she ever got to do anything other than sucking cock and shooting up heroin.
Mostly because I am assuming she is such a pig-ugly, shit-stained, crack whore that being seen with your cock in her mouth is in and of itself more shameful than the actual act of same-said cock-sucking being made public.
Now my conclusions may be somewhat speculative, they may be way off the mark, hell, they may just be my imagination. But they are mine and I like them and I firmly believe them. In my mind that is who she is. Oh. And she likes to fuck drugged children too. Which is why she's on Polanski's side. Child-fuckers of a feather and all that.
I believe this too. I don't have any actual proof or any evidence, but just a nagging feeling and that's good enough for me.
A bit strong you say?
Well let's see. Did Old Roman at the age of 44 drug, rape, force oral sex on and sodomise a 13 year old girl?
Yes. Yes he did.
Did he know she was 13 at the time?
Yes. Actually yes, very clearly so, despite what other pedophile-friendly "documentaries" and their "producers" would like you to believe: http://www.thesmokinggun.com/archive/years/2009/0928091polanskiplea10.html
Does it actually make it NOT rape if he didn't somehow know she was 13? No. No it doesn't change that at all.
But he did know anyway. Just to you know...be clear.
Yeah. Yes. He most certainly did.
Did he admit all of this in court? Yes. Yes he did.
So really....there is NO doubt at all. He did do this thing.
Yes. Yes he most definitely did.
Right. So why the fuck shouldn't he rot in jail according to anyone?
Oh well, his mom died in Auschwitz and his pregnant wife Sharon Tate was slaughtered in an admittedly horrific murder by Charles Manson and his drug-crazed gang in 1969.
Horrible shit that happened to him? Yup. Without a doubt. Enough to drive most people insane for sure.
So how does this change the facts of what he did? It does not.
Not one little bit.
So now I'd like to know which Hollywood people side with Polanski.
Step right up people. Tell us your names. Because I want to know which actor/producer/director or other Hollywood executive and hanger on believes drugging and raping a 13 year old girl in every hole of her body you can forcibly stick your cock into is ok.
I want to know who these fucking pro-child-rape people are.
Because I like deducing things about such people, like Debra up there, whom as you have seen I deduced - by just her associating with Polanski mostly and siding with him and also my natural instincts and the weather today at noon (which hasn't happened yet because it's 11.27am, but it's noon somehwere in the world!) - as being a drug-addled, black-mailing, pig-ugly, shit-stained, crack-whore.
I want to deduce about them "Hollywood" people. Because Sherlock Holmes, he's got nothing on me readers. I will deduce the living shit out of those pro-child-raping, pig-fucking sons of bitches.
If you haven't read the backstory, here is Part I
Well...with a riveted audience of three loyal readers I feel honour bound, nay...compelled even, by this teeming mass of readership, to continue with my story.
NOTE: I suggest you read up on the footnotes (*) as you go along rather than at the end if you want to preserve the ambiance I was living with at the time.
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Timeline: December 2003 to February 2004
So here I was working for this consortium made up of Bilfinger Berger and HSG although now HSG has been assimilated by Bilfinger Berger. At the time I had (theoretically) been hired by HSG via that interviewer whom as luck would have it was also Irish. This should have been my first clue.
On arrival on site and after my first report to the project manager (whom was a Bilfinger Berger guy) I suddenly became aware of my rather vulnerable situation. Here I was theoretically in charge of all the financial aspects of the project, worth some 30 million Euro, but I had a slight problem.
I had no access to any financial information. This was all in the hands of an accountant type, which I swear to God looked for all the world like a stereotypical Nazi straight out of the über-core of the Elite SS Intellectuals. He was tall, slender, good-looking, wore his hair in a military/Nazi short/shaved sides and back and longer at the top and front style, smoked quite a lot but not as much as the other perennially stressed Nazis Err..German managers, which to my mind made him more dangerous for it meant he had more of his head about him and perhaps worse of all he wore those round spectacles with very thin frames. But only sometimes.
Now tell me that isn't chilling.
He also spoke to no one except the project manager (and we'll come to that description in a short while my curios readers) and in measured and precise tones of pure German at that. He was mostly silent but would respond to a greeting or a direct question though without ever giving any actual information and managing - unlike all the other German "managers" - to actually not be rude about it. And he spoke perfectly fluent English.
He was around 28 or so too, making him younger than me by some six years. Yet I had no doubt intellectually he was one of the very few here who could match me. And in his field almost certainly outdo me. Let's put it this way, if this had been war and I a lone infiltrator behind enemy lines, he would have been the first one whose throat I'd have slit at the first new moon and cloudy night, so as not to be revealed as an infiltrator.
Being as I am Venetian and was raised with quasi Japanese martial concepts in my formative years (bussiness is war!) it's a good thing this young man and I had different hotels and he never hung around after dark much as well as I not having a sharp stiletto on my person as a matter of course.
I spent the next couple of months extracting teeth. I waded through the archives of paper all intentionally mis-filed by the "managers" of HSG on site* whom were also busy disappearing boxes of documents daily. In plain view of everyone of course. Most of the documents and contracts were in German too. Of which I didn't, and still don't speak a word. Nor was I going to learn any of it. As with Afrikaans, I took an insant dislike to the language and studiously avoided trying to learn any of it. It probably had something to do with the people speaking it is my guess.
As I waded through the papers I nevertheless began to realise just the extent of the situation. Some things would take too long to describe (as well as would go against certain unofficial but nevertheless very binding agreements (ethically for me, probably practically for them) I made with persons that were not directly to blame for any of this crap, namely the US Navy) so I'll just give you the highlights:
- Some subcontractors had been hired to do specialised work with hospital gas equipment which were not qualified to do this kind of work, which requires specific permits. Interestingly they still got the job despite this essentially being illegal. And the company actually qualified to do the work also having made a bid. For about 100,000€ less than the other company.
- The project manager was not actually registered with the chamber of commerce which in Italy is breaking the law
- One of the previous project managers was wanted by the police for kidnapping because he'd locked Italian workmen into the site to "make them finish". Now you go ahead and tell me my comparisons with Nazis are inappropriate all you like...
- Certain areas of work were given out to be performed to several subcontractors. Sometimes up to 3. Yes you read that right. 3 different companies to do the same elements of work. They were all getting paid mind you. When I told a friend of mine he asked if he could get a contract for the same work too. "I mean...someone is bound to do it no?" He laughed. I had to admit it was pretty funny and I hadn't thought of it like that until he said it.
- Some of the staff employed was very interesting. One of these was the commercial manager, in theory in charge of putting all the subcontracts in place. This was interesting because he only spoke German and had the manners of a rapist grizzly from Bavaria. As well as the same general look. And most of the subcontractors were Italian and didn't speak any German. He was also paid more than 9,000 € a month plus expenses. No one knows what he actually did at a practical level.
- Then we had an Italian "store keeper/commercial buyer" kind of guy. Who ordered about 3000 bricks in one instance, which just sort of disappeared from site. Which I am sure had nothing to do with the rumors that his family was building a nice house in bricks somewhere. Or the fact that they were the wrong type of bricks for the work at the base.
That's just the contractual issues, and not even the worst of them. Some of the Mechanical and Electrical works were the best.
- They had this huge plant room all built to house some generators, electrical boards and so on for a large part of the complex being built. This being an American Air Force base it was all reinforced concrete, bunker style stuff. It was finally all built. Great. Except the generators were too big to get in through the door.
- One of the exhausts for the whole complex which basically jetted out air at something like 100 plus degrees at near-jet engine speeds was "designed" to throw the exhaust out into the foothpath used by nurses between stations. Nothing like a free blow-dry with your 3rd degree burns.
And again on the civil engineering side of things:
- Walls out of plumb by almost a metre. Yes you read that right. A wall, which supposedly was all bomb-proof that had projections of 2 to 3 feet. When I first saw it I was impressed by what I assumed was the weird construction style used to make the walls bomb-proof. One metre staggered lumps of concrete would seem to be quite effective to me. Then I asked and looked at the drawings. The wall was supposed to be flush!
- Lines of columns with a column out of the line by a metre or two.
And so on.
This of course says nothing of the German "management style". Let me introduce you to it.
First meeting witht he new team. the German project manger of Bilfinger Berger holds the meeting as an introduction and also a formalising of duties. At the meeting an engineer gets asked some questions about the layout of a section that is not his responsability. He basically says that he doesn't know because it was not his responsability and no one had asked him to look at that before but he would be happy to check and get back to the group.
The PM insisted on getting answers there and then. Which seemed odd as it would be the equivalent of asking a blind man what colour the sweater the guy next to him had on. At this point I tried to mitigate by saying I would help the engineer measure the layout that afternoon. The response of the german PM?
"NEIN! NEIN! You vill do no such ting! You vill do as I say!"
It was kind of comical because this guy looked extremely similar to Mr Bean (Rowan Atkinson) except he was serious. Because he was so comical my reaction was one of surprise as opposed to murder. Then over time it became clear:
And as a preamble here I want to apologise to those few Germans that are actually not brainwashed fuckwits (I know some exist because at least one of them worked on this site although he was from East Germany and a really cool guy, despite the fact he too wore those very suspicious round glasses.)
I quickly understood that German management entailed shouting. I shit you not. No hyperbole or a word of exageration.
Whoever shouted the loudest was the most senior manager. I saw meetings were I actually stood up and left and others were I stood up, apologised to the other people for my even being present with these fucking krauts and then left. I still wasn't fired. Which again raised you know...just the odd little warning bell. We had one meeting were an Italian sub-contractor was called in and basically shouted at for 30 minutes for being incopetent and producing shit sub-standard work after which the Italian sub-contractor calmly said:
1. I don't like your attitude.
2. You are the incompetent ones. Here are the letters and drawings requesting I build the things you have received, which are as per this letter. Which you sent. That is your signature here is it not?
In his shoes there is no way I would have been able to limit myself to that. He produced the letters and drawings at the same meeting along with a sample. He was about 300% right. Conservatively speaking. That's when I excused myself to the sub-contractor, apologised for even being associated to these German monkeys and left the room even though I had not said a word in the whole meeting up to that point.
I realised then why the Romans had referred to the Germanic tribes as Barbarians. They lead by shouting.
Watch a clip of a Hitler speech and you will see why he was the Füreher. He shouted a lot.
But what of the classic German skill and engineering you say? Well I wouldn't know about that. I was there a grand total of 3 months or so and by the time I left we had two "management"/office people per labourer or workman on site.
Yes.
You read that right. That is two manager types for each brick-layer. I shit you not. I counted them myself. And yes i did include every sub-contractor.
Many of the subbies were not getting paid either. Except for the Sicilians who locked a German site manager in his office and told him if he wanted to make it to Xmas he would approve their payments. From his own personal account if need be. They got paid. They had also done the work.
Amongst all this joyful work we were also faced with brand new site managers straight out of germany whose first order of business on day one on site was to order three cases of champagne and a washing machine for the cleaning of drinking glasses, which were also ordered by the crate. i suppose when you drink champagne on site in industrial quantities the odd glass is bound to break after all. It's only sensible you should order them by the crate.
One mystery that remained unsolved though was why this project was about 5 to 10 million Euro over budget and at least 18 months behind shedule with only about 30% of the work done. As long as you're not fussy about any of that 30% of it actually being you know, plumb, or level, or working, or functional.
While all this was going on of course the daily phone calls from my soon to be ex-wife were just the tonic to pep you up in case you were having a slightly difficult day what with realising you had been hired to take the fall when all the God-awful mess these fucking nazi wannabees had created at every level of any kind of legal, financial or contractual level. Not to even mention human or ethical. In a relationship that involved the US Navy. Only the most powerful entity this planet can muster and whose only function is basically to kill people that get in the way of US interests. Or countries that do.
I just can't tell you how heart warming the calls from the wife telling you what a complete selfish bastard you are for not being at home and working far away and not being there while we're going through this difficult period and so on are at such times. I hung up the phone a lot after it was clear that replying in kind was just a waste of breath. So she texted.
Yeah. Fun times. So I sat down at the base mess one day. had a little think about my situation, realised essentially I was either alone in this or could only count on my enemies. To be nearby. It was a watershed moment as it set me free to just be myself and do what comes naturally.
So I went to find a good lawyer and then I wrote a 7 page letter detailing many of the things I mentioned. I also made sure it was stamped received and signed for by the company secretary and placed in the file and I retained a duplicate original copy with the same signature and stamp received on it.
They gave me two hours to clear my desk. Which was expected, but I also had the personal satisfaction of having the German PM in my office alongside with the Irish Goblin that had hired me demanding and ordering me to sign this bit of paper that absolved them of any responsability.
I calmly told them to leave my office as I was busy now as I would be talking to my lawyer and not to disturb me.
They insisted. I told them to again just leave, I would not sign any such paper absolving them of any wrongdoing and they were dismissed. I kept my tone even and professional but I was so utterly dismissive and arrogant on purpose that it was truly satisfying.
The German PM raised his voice. This dumb fuck must have got it into his head I was one of his sheeple. Now I started to get into my element and just stared at him and told him I am not signing that or anything else.
He shouted again:
"You vill sign this NOW!"
I got sooo...calm. And looked at him straight in the eye.
"I am not going to sign that. And I want to ask you a question now. What are you going to do now, when I don't sign it?"
The way I spoke to him shocked him. I didn't raise my voice but my body language was kind of clear. I had leaned forward in my seat and had one hand on the desk in front of me and one on the armrest of the chair and I stuck my chin out as if inviting a punch. They were both standing. The room went silent. I continued.
"I tell you what you will do. You will get out of my office now and not disturb me any more until I leave this site."
Still silence. But they didn't move. Quickly. Towards the door. preferably doing little bows and flourishes as they retreated backwards, which began to irritate me.
"In about five seconds I will get up from my chair and if you are still in this room when I do then you are going out of the fucking window instead of the door. So I suggest you leave on your own legs now while you can before we find out if you can fly."
We were only on the second floor so it wouldn't have been much of a flight. But I was eager to see if he could do it nonetheless.
The German was just immobilised. He was shocked into a kind of rigor mortis. His grin of a second before frozen in shock. He couldn't believe this was happening I suppose. The Irish Goblin instead, sharper than any German, instinctively grasped the situation. Which was that he had no flying capacity.
He physically grabbed the German PM's arm and dragged him out saying, "Come, come, let's go now, it's fine, let's go now..."
And so I packed my stuff quietly. Said goodbye to the few decent people at that site and told them what had happened and that it was fine as I would be suing them. They looked horrified and as though I could infect them with the plague except for one Italian (The M&E guy) and one German (The scheduler from East Germany). The rest were so afraid that all they could do was warn me that suing them was just going to ruin me and it was not worth it and blah, blah, blah. Very sad.
Weirdly enough the accounting guy and I had had one meeting in the interim where I basically grilled him for information and he essentially turned out to be a smart guy in an impossible situation. He had no baseline information. The HSG site manager and his whore (they openly were in a fucked up relationship which to this day I am convinced included pissing on each other) had destroyed so much information he had no idea of what the baseline was. He had some running costs and projections that essentially were no better than a witch doctor throwing bones because without a baseline to measure them against it was just a best guess based on unverifiable expenses that could not be allocated to much of anything for what we had to show for it.
And apparently he was freelance. Turns out the über-nazi-poster-child was actually just competent. I shook his hand when I left. It was somewhat reminiscent of two mercenaries shaking hands despite being hired by different factions. I wished him luck and meant it and he thanked me.
I also told the poor American side (the US Navy) that owned the base in which these cluster-fuck Germans crapped like epileptic chickens that I was very sorry about this whole situation and that I would be suing the fucked up conglomerate of Bilfinger Berger/HSG in order to protect my good name. I also made it very clear that I had absolutely nothing against the US Navy, which actually ran the place, what with them being the biggest and most powerful entity on this planet. I made it VERY clear my fight was with BB/HSG and not them. And that I hoped I had a long and happy life, because in the unfortunate event of me having a bad accident, a whole bunch of shit I had taken copies of would magically appear all over the place around the world and that could be a tad uncomfortable for everyone. I said it exactly like that and the Americans being a practical bunch of people remained very quiet and wished me luck and shook my hand too.
Fast forward five years and I am now in the office of a judge with my lawyer and the head of HSG and his lawyer and a judge. Long story short:
A few months ago I got 25,000 Euro. The lawyer fees ate up about 10,000 Euro and we kind of fell out a little bit because he'd promised me a maximum fee of 4,000 and a period of 2 years "tops". So multiply by 2.5 when dealing with lawyers I learnt.
But still. I paid off all my credit cards and still had a little money in the bank.
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So I was ready to start a different line of work now and I had hired a guy to build a web-site for me to this effect. I had hired him in July of 2008. Told him what to do, and paid him. It was now April of 2009 and the site was still not working properly.
Long story short again.
Guess which incompetent or fradulent or evil web "designer" is going to appear in court soon.
But it's not a bad ending readers. I found another designer. A good one this time. And very soon in the scheme of these things the site he has done will be up and running fully. It already kind of is. I just need to add a bit more content and then, then dear readers I will fill you all in on where it is and my internet home will move there.
But you'll still all be able to comment, in fact even if you are not a vox member, and it will be probably more entertaining than this blog ever was as well as a lot more useful in general. My experiment of self-exposure when I first started this blog will soon be coming to an end and a new era of fun shall begin. In part, all helped by the money I got from being my own, devious, evil, but ultimately ethical self.
A beauty of the settlement? I have no gag order on me. And it's all documented, so when the italian version of the IRS eventually catches up to those fucked up Germans and my name comes up? Guess what. I'll be happy to testify against them if it ever comes up. My record is clean.
Which makes me wonder...what on Earth ever possesed those dumb fuck Germans to think they could ever get me to be their patsy?? They just have no damn history these people do they? Venice was a city state for more than a thousand years and resisted the Italians, the Ottoman Empire and the church. Which pretty much no one else has done. What are a bunch of shouty krauts going to do?
That alone gets them the title of barbarians. And idiots.
I often say that 25 years in Africa did not make me racist; but 3 months with the Germans sure did!**
So stay tuned for an eventual epilogue to this whole story but not just yet.
Ok Earthlings. Feel free to give me a five star review now that your popcorn is all eaten and the lights are back on. Don't mind the zap gun in my hand...I need it to count votes of brilliance!
* This was essentially composed of an alcoholic, chain-smoking duet made up of the site manager, who looked like a Nazi sergeant skin-head and his crack whore, the secretary who looked like a skanky, dirty blonde, over the hill, crack whore. Also chain smoking and also alcoholic. And when I say skanky I mean she was skanky for a crack whore. Which fit perfectly with the personality and attitude of the site manager. And yes they were in a "relationship". I say "relationship" because I truly believe their couplings were really more reminiscent of a satanist black mass mixed with an exorcism complete with much scatological goings on and projectile vomiting directly into each other's rectums.
**This applies to German men mostly. I only met one German woman in my life really and she was nice enough and kissed softly.
Man...too much to do and not enough time.
Vicola prompted this entry with some rubbish she wrote about "old age". It's very well-written and etertaining as always of course, pity she got the whole premise totally wrong. So, as guidance for this obviously misguided young girl, I have taken pains to correctly express the joys of becoming wiser.
Because that is what it is ladies and gentlemen (and girls and boys). An increase of wisdom. Wisdom even. With a capital W. There is no such thing as "old" and I know this with certainty because my grandfather explained it to me as a young child.
"Old are the dead!" He said to me. And of course he was absolutely and completely and forever right.
My Grandfather is Old now, but before that, he passed on his wisdom well into his 92nd year. And I am not so foolish as to waste it.
So let me explain in a little detail how becoming wiser and wiser is an expanse of freedom and an enlargement of all things good.
Firstly, as a child and well into your teens your life is not your own. Even if you basically escape from home as early as possible as I did at age 16, this still means a gruelling 16 years of effective incarceration. And for no good reason! Innocent as a lamb you are thrown here on this godforsaken planet and are at the mercy of people stupider than you, less competent than you, less able in many cases even (though you yet have to master the art of walking or talking) to actually be reasonably passable members of any Galaxy populated by intelligent beings.
You have to live to their meaningless and utterly insane schedules. Often saddled with concepts, ideas, rules and regulations that surely would entail the death sentence for criminal insanity on any sane planet. Take the idea of money as it currently stands. I was confused by this at age 4. only to realise 20 years later that actually, no...I had it right at age 4 and all the other dumb-ass monkeys had it wrong. Paper money as it stands is utterly irrational, insane and quite "evil".
But I digress. Suppose you survive the mental and physical shakles to the age of 18 are you then free? Not really. Years of mental degradation as a result of being subjected to the rules of creatures only a mere odd percentage point from being a bunch of raging chimps, you begin to "accept" (much like a prisoner in a rendition cell "accepts" he is a terrorist) that you need to undergo further incarcerations at places of "higher learning" supposedly preparing you for the "outside" when they release you into the "free" world.
So you get a few liberties and actually end up in just another jail. Perhaps more minimum security but by now the brainwashing is an effective self-censor in most cases. Later, (from 4 to 10 years with good behaviour) you are then "released" into the "free" world.
By now you are in your mid-twenties, and totally brainwashed into accepting things like government, the rule of artificial law and not only do you accept paper money, but it becomes your actual owner, god and master in most cases. You now accept virtual money too as being somehow "real" and acceptable enough that your very livelyhood (and life) depends on it.
Strictly speaking it is really only at this point that you begin to have enough freedom in the larger jail population that is the "free" world to begin to undo the years of deprivations and insanity that you have suffered. At a minimum it will take you a good couple of years to test and prove false many concepts that were beaten into your much abused skull from an early age.
30 really is only the very beginning of when you may begin to actually show any signs of promise. With any luck by age 30 you have failed at a couple of businesses, possibly had a divorce or three, taken part in lots of contact sports, be they boxing or sport-sex, yet remain (again mostly as a result of blind luck) childless and relatively healthy physically.
Assuming you have not been fully neutered and you continue your path to self-emancipation from the prison planet Terra, by your mid thirties you have fully explored a wide range of sexual practices and fetishes, thereby solidifying to your concrete knowledge your inborn as well as chosen sexual preferences. This investigation is actually quite fun and can last well into your 40s I am sure.
Secondly you will also have explored various ways of just pole-vaulting the whole fucked up government/law/money system. This is so pervasive it's almost impossible to get past it alltogether but you should have figured out some way to stake out a corner of the yard as being your domain and avoid undue notice by the prison guards. In this little corner you can pretty much do whatever the fuck you like which is a far cry from the imprisonment of "youth".
Thirdly, (again on the assumption you are not a sheeple) you will have come to realise that the moral/political/intellectual/literary/cinematographic/philosophical majority is composed wholly of sexually repressed chimps. That 2% of DNA difference? Gone. Not there at all. In fact it is my considered working theory that when they say that there is only 2% of DNA difference between chimps and humans they are actually talking about the average of what passes for human on this planet when compared with chimps.
And obviously 2% of the "human" population is composed of aliens from other planets, such as myself. Essentially humans ARE chimps. Sexually repressed ones at that, which means they are totally batshit insane and when given a choice between eating a banana or cutting themselves with a razor blade will invariably choose to eat the razor blade and stuff the banana up their rectum.
Knowing this you suddenly become completely free of any social/peer pressure or as in my case, having never given a shit about it in the first place merely confirm your life-long theory that basically when a crowd is running in one direction the best option is to go anywhere but in the same direction as them.
Fourthly, as you ease out of your thirties and you figure out the above you begin to observe the human race as a whole and whilst exasperating it must be said it's also fascinating. You begin to seek other aliens to compare notes with. You begin to notice other aliens actually exist. This place must be the dumping ground of many a wronged noble line of alien rulers I tell you.
As your vaster understanding and quicker mind make life easier for you, you can indulge in your preferred hobbies, be they the exploring of ancient caves, the travelling to exotic lands to better study the chimps, or even the energetic copulating with as many of these simians as you find entertaining to do.
Much fun can be had in this seemingly abhorrent inter-species mingling I assure you. Besides, scientists must go fully into their research. What kind of anthropologist (xenologist I suppose) would I be if I didn't fully explore the human females (my selective group for study).
And I have only just reached 40. I presume the coming years of herding the humans into personally satisfying areas of endeavour (such as raising their IQs by some 50 points at least) in preparation for global annexation of the species for a radical increase in the production of starships should prove to be even more entertaining.
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There Vicola. Consider yourself spanked. Now go to your room and come back in two days happy, happy, happy at your impending growth of wisdom. And enjoy celebrating it appropriately. Pick a nice monkey to play with now mind you...
Just see it!
It's brilliant. And if you know anything about South Africa or are South African, you really should see it even more so. It's just cool and funny and also relevant, being what SF at its best is supposed to be: Social Commentary.
The acting is perfect, the accents real, the people also extremely realistic and very South African
District 9 of course is a play on the infamous District 6. I actually studied at Peninsula Technikon (PenTech) and was refused entry into Cape Technikon (because I didn't speak Afrikaans and refused to learn it too). Now both Technikons have been merged and become the Cape Peninsula University of Technology. So in a small weird way, a part of my life (which certainly was influential and elements of which I will never forget even if I live to be 105 and have full blow dementia) was somehow distantly connected even with this historic place.
My sister and I laughed a lot and she also cried. Redhead Girl was grossed out and couldn't relate to a lot of the in-jokes that the director of this film put into the movie.
My best part of the film? When one of the Black South africans being interviewed about the aliens says "If at least they came form another country we could understand them..."
And generally the whole movie.
In a way it's the best commentary on apartheid, institutionalised racism and South Africa in General that I have seen in a long time. And it's great because ultimately it uses humor in a very intelligent way to make some very real observations about humans.
Best and most entertaining film I've seen in at least a couple of years. Go and see it.
This will be a short but passionate post because I have zero time and too many things to do. Work stuff (insanely), moving apartment in the next few weeks and multiple projects coming online and one brain-fart individual to take to court all coming up...but this is not about any of that.
It's about the fact that at one of my old jobs, where basically I sat in an office for 10 hours a day and got paid quite a lot of money for doing things a monkey could do with little training, I spent a long time browsing the internet in an attempt from preventing my brain cells from committing multiple seppuku through disuse.
So I learnt all about Open Source. Which basically means computer programs you can copy, modify and redistribute at will without this being any kind of breach of the law or illegal. Basically most open source software is protected by a licence which was written up by one man,* that has had such an impact on the world it literally is the only thing standing in the way of Microsoft taking over your very life with its bullshit processes and crappy, buggy, insecure software.
The reality is sadly that because we are all fundamentaly lazy, stupid and unwilling to change, we put up with all the shitty stuff that goes with Windows, like the fact that it's totally insecure. And if you think I am paranoid let me disabuse you of this notion.
A friend from training came over with his Apple Mac (with which I also have problems because it's overpriced and filled to the gills with DRM crap as is all things Apple) and within seconds showed me how he could just browse my whole hard drive and deposit files in it or copy files from it. It was scary. And he's not exactly a CIA operative.
Anyway I have tried to get Ubuntu (the free Linux based Open Source Operating System licenced under the GPL) to work on my laptop for a while even the new one but for some reason the display didn't work and so I instantly gave up. Mostly because I have no time as it is and I wasn't going to waste more to try and get something that should just work to function.
However....Dell began to sell computers with Ubuntu pre-loaded and I thought ok I need a little notebook anyway and since Dell in the UK are ONLY selling the tiniest notebook with Ubuntu on it I'll get one.
It's really tiny and I splashed out an extra £10 for a red one but here's the thing - and I cannot stress this enough -
Everything just works!!
Out of the box, it connected to the wi-fi, it does every single thing I ask of it completely bug free, and quickly and it does not become less responsive over time like windows does. It's fully secure and there is not a single program on there that is not open source.
It's beautiful.
As soon as I have a little time I now WILL figure out how to make Ubuntu work on everything else I own computer wise and then I will be done with Microsoft forever.
And since Ubuntu comes with alternative programs that can save files as Word documents or Excel spreadsheet I will still be able to use everything and also communicate with all the zombies still running windows.
I am only sorry I didn't do this much sooner, but it was just because I was lazy about making Ubuntu work on my machine instead of just being able to buy one with it on pre-installed, but now you can...and I have already written to Dell to say they should have Ubuntu on ALL their machines as a choice of Operating system.
Microsoft of course has become so vicious in the fight against Open Source that they have "infected" what was supposed to be open standards of software used by everyone (like Internet software, XML and so on) with their own proprietry crap that is buggy and will also mean 10 years from now files will be lost because no one will have a program that opens the old buggier version of word documents or whatever bit of software we will need to PAY to make work (try opening a a Windows 3.0 word document file with Vista. Go on. Try. I'll wait.)
So yeah...best thing ever is Linux and Open software. Interestingly enough the fight for this stuff goes on below the radar of most people but the reality is we're being duped again like in so many other things (dentistry for example...a vaccine for tooth caries was discovered more than 30 years ago. Did you ever hear of it? Nope. Or a system of watching laser dots on a screen in the dark that fixed eyesight permanently even in people wearing glasses for decades in a period of less than 3 months with 2 visits a week of 45 minutes each? Nope. Would put optometrists out of work....)
So we're all agreeing to pay an extra 200-300$ on every computer we buy so it can have buggy, shitty, insecure software on it when a perfectly free, clean, secure operating system exists. Just because we're too lazy to do the intelligent thing.
I blame myself first. You of course are only humans and know no better. But I...I should have acted sooner...
So here it is Earthlings. My admission of delayed reaction.
Now all go out and get yourself a good 'puter with the right software on it. Ubuntu! **
* All progress is always made by one lone, crazy genius. Nikola Tesla, Albert Einstein, Karl Schwarzschild, and in this case Richard Stallman, the creator of the GPL (the open source licence for so called free software)
** Besides Ubuntu was created by Mark Shuttleworth, the first African in Space who distributes it for free on a CD mailed to you for free just for the asking, so it's doubly cool, because he's doing it to try and improve education in the third world because being free this software is obviously less expensive for poorer countries and makes access to computers easier for children in those places.
