RECOMMENDED READING FOR THE SADISTS PET: NSA, THE WORLD'S UBER-LURKERS

(Added after posting: December, 30, 2013 To Protect & Infect Jacob Appelbaum IF YOU ARE A SENTIENT BEING ON THIS PLANET YOU MUST WATCH THIS: http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=b0w36GAyZIA&desktop_uri=%2Fwatch%3Fv%3Db0w36GAyZIA) ----- /CALLAS http://www.goear.com/listen/971dea9/habanera-de-carmen-maria-callas /------ The NSA is everyones most unfathomably disturbing nightmare. Adding to their completely useless & unremarkable fascist skill sets today is 'uber-lurking': maliciously abusing everyone on the planet, our tax dollars, our rights & privacy, our planet & technology. Serious reading for the world citizen: 12/29/2013 Inside TAO Documents Reveal Top NSA Hacking Unit By SPIEGEL Staff http://m.spiegel.de/international/world/a-940969-3.html 12/29/2013 Shopping for Spy Gear Catalog Advertises NSA Toolbox By Jacob Appelbaum, Judith Horchert and Christian Stöcker http://m.spiegel.de/international/world/a-940994.html & see: The Mass Psychology of Fascism - Reich PDF http://www.whale.to/b/reich.pdf - & added Jan 2 2014: http://thedesk.matthewkeys.net/2014/01/01/american-companies-respond-to-new-nsa-hacking-claims/

An ARPANET World

What if life is really just a Spielberg movie? As in the film: The Close Encounters of The Third Kind.. A man, Roy, is suddenly inspired by ‘mysterious signs’ which seem to point to some kind of ‘holy grail’ & ultimately he decides to escape his domestic life.. He meets up with an equally ‘inspired’ single mother who’s son was abducted by ‘aliens’. They both rebel- against ‘big brother’ & government control to reach their holy grail- the top of Devils Tower National Monument. It is the top of Devils Tower- where secretly, the government is really our friend & in contact with ‘god’ or/aka ‘aliens’...... In Spielberg’s western (& french cinema influenced) world, consumers- are dreamers & artists who actually believe in these signs & grails of other, beautiful life forms & possibilities speaking just to us- (aka the magical & healing touch of E.T’s glowing finger, time travel, immortality & a future filled with advanced A.I technology & computers)... & the government & the discovery of these ‘signs & beautiful & meaningful grails’ present us with the ‘spiritual & intellectual’ opportunities in life that we are ‘truly’ meant to achieve & experience.. Roy in Close Encounters finally meets with magical E.T’s & is chosen to voyage into space.. & in a ‘Spielberg World’ we envision that these types of ‘grails’ must be out there in some shape or form, hidden within our consumer landscape- & finally- once uncovered, these ‘signs’ will offer us rescuing & an escape from the material world we have created. &, we are so convinced——— that even with the daily decimation of the environment-, unimaginable human rights violations, our extremely shaky economy, our own superficiality, ignorance, hypocrisy & denial, that somewhere—, in this system, our holy grail: Devils Tower, E.T, time machine, computer wizard, or sacred iconoclast will come to rescue us & show us the way.. Or, what to buy.. HAH!!?? Don’t forget.. (sketch from 2010 catalog of sketches)

"The sick cannot heal or cure the sick..." - A Science of Living ("Fabry (17th c) in amputation recommended applying healing salves to (wounds as well as) weapons" 116)

STALKING, & ABUSES OF POWER-

I wish this post was about the brilliant Tarkovsky film Stalker- but it's not..

Stalking is a serious issue that I am going to write about in this post & I will also share my experience.

I know & I've gotten to know a few people who have suffered the abuse of stalking & stalking is a far more common problem than I realized.

A friend of mine who is very dear to me recently won a court case against their stalker & I am glad that for the first time in many years that they have some relief & that the law worked in their case & that justice was brought.

It's going on ten years that I have had to deal with a stalker, more on this later.

First I'd like to discuss the importance of a social code in our relations with other people that most of us understand.

In our lives we get to know & befriend others & a myriad of possible events occur in which we no longer wish to be in contact with another person or have them in our lives, or vice versa, to discontinue contact with others & move on with ones life is a basic human right-.

Generally, after such a dissolution of contact has occurred it is up to the parties involved to responsibly deal with any emotions they may have & respect the life, freedom & privacy of the other person.

I think that the most important part of the process of the maturation into adulthood (which I honestly think only happens in ones late 20's-) revolves around dealing with rejection, which all of us have experienced at one time or another (& likely will for the rest of our lives) & also, that one can never judge the life circumstances of another human being.

I think that perhaps the corporatization of our culture into irrational & consumptive ways of thinking- & relating to others ( materialism & 'the age of the thing', the objectification & abuse of men, women & children in the sex industry & the paparazzi/Tv/junkfood & commercial media/culture, etc) is at least partly (if not entirely) responsible for the rise in stalking & harassment incidents.

The UN is well aware that stalking is a serious issue as stated in this paper -

"Defining and measuring violence against women: Background, issues, and recommendations" from a meeting that took place in Geneva Switzerland- in April 2005:

"Specifically, future violence against women surveys should be designed to collect information not just on violent acts, such as physical assault, sexual assault, and threats of physical and sexual assault, but nonviolent acts, such as stalking and psychological and emotional abuse.

Information generated from the National Violence Against Women Survey (NVAWS) shows that stalking is much more prevalent than previously thought; and that victims of stalking suffer serious psychological and social consequences as a result of their victimization (Tjaden and Thoennes,1998)." Link (PDF)

My stalker is aware that my local police have an ongoing file on him & still he refuses to leave me alone.

I've been told to get a restraining order & I should- but it's legally complicated because my stalker has small children & I am certain that a restraining order & a case in court might result in his losing his children. So one obviously serious issue is I would be unintentionally intervening in the welfare of his children by protecting & defending myself.

So, I have a dilemma on my hands & this choice to make in that my stalker has twice used his small child to leave me messages in order to bait a response & is thus training his child to stalk me.

I had not contacted my stalker in over 9 years (you are understandably not- supposed to contact your stalker & I obviously never had the desire to) & recently tried to give my stalker the opportunity to stop infringing on my human rights. When I received a second message from his child I was positively fuming. I dialed his number, he answered in a warped tone of voice, & screaming- I told him that to use his child to get my attention, to stalk me- is wrong & that "it makes my blood boil" & that he should be aware that the local police have a file on him & that I obviously want nothing to do with him if I have not contacted him in almost ten years & I hung up. The call was a few seconds in duration.

I thought that perhaps this would bring him to his senses that he is not only abusing me but his child.

I had not been contacted by my stalker for a long period of time after this call & was finally able to forget my stalker & glad that perhaps- I would not have to get a restraining order & take my stalker to court.

I wonder, what it is that leads stalkers to create a delusional version of you, & what leads them to such abusive & irrational behavior.

It's obviously obsessive behavior & I am not unfamiliar with it.

I have also dealt with being harassed, bullied & abused on the net by someone in the arts scene here who has never seen my work in person & who I only had limited contact with.. I stopped posting at any Chicago arts blogs after 2006 - 2007 & am thus censored from my opinion as a way to avoid abuse & quite honestly to not involve myself in a majority of poorly monitored Chicago arts blogs that are rife with tacky & pleonastic gossip.

I was contacted by some of these blogs a few years later & told that my name would be removed from abusive & paranoid tangents made by this person, &- paranoid & abusive tangents projected towards me- yet, onto people who were not- me. I thought this insane, terrifying & obsessive. That someone would assume that everyone who disagreed with them was me & thus abuse my name & integrity further-.

I am truly grateful that these art blogs took the time to realize that this is intolerable, unacceptable & abusive behavior.

This person has since painted themselves into a corner as I am not the only victim of their abuses, I am on a long list of arts professionals who have been a victim of this person.

I also recently blocked them from my email because they emailed me out of the blue with bizarre threats as if I- am somehow responsible for their abusive behavior towards others & the fact that others have become fully aware that this individual is incredibly & consistently abusive towards other artists & individuals.

My stalker of almost ten years also stalks me on the net & after his mails I block him, I have all his emails saved for the police records/file on him.

He has also left me long messages on my answering machine & the police told me several years ago to save all his messages & they visited to listen to all of them, including the ones of his child asking me to contact my stalker & they made a record of them. The police were disgusted, had a lot to say, incredibly helpful, concerned about me (& as I, that child) & once again they tried to push for a restraining order & case against my stalker (at this point there is a surplus- of tangible evidence created by my stalker).

I write about & raise this issue now- because my stalker contacted me again today, via an email account through one of my online art files & of course this too will go to the police. I am mortified & appalled at my stalkers carelessness & immorality.

At this point in my life- this post is also a necessary & a cathartic expression of what many of us suffer not only randomly but for some of you on a day to day basis.

Stalking is treated as a taboo subject & it should not be, it is a selfish, sadistic & dangerous behavior, it is also dangerously misrepresented & stigmatized by corporate entities via products, advertisements, commercials & on social networking sites.

It is never- appropriate to stalk &/or harass another human being, to limit them, disrespect them, abuse them & control them- impinge on their privacy & rights. It is against the law-...

& now I have to spend time & energy seriously considering putting a restraining order on my stalker of almost ten years.

This will seriously & negatively impact his life.

I am not a revengeful person, I am respectful & discreet towards all people.

But- I do stand up for myself & though I am a stolid atheist, I do- believe in karma.

& compassion.

So- I copy & paste the message (name redacted) I received today from my stalker & answer it here, as a last chance for my stalker to go & get some help & see a psychiatrist, get appropriate care & attention for their problem & avoid an extremely damaging restraining order & prosecution- & to leave me alone as I asked almost ten years ago.:

"Message:

I am sorry
can we talk, please."



NO.



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Links:

Stalking Resource Center- The National Center for Victims of Crime

Stalking Help

Cyberstalking The National Center for Victims of Crime

"Two Communities Respond to Stalking" - (video)

"SVS found that, within a 12-month period, approximately 3.4 million U.S. adults were victims of stalking. Of these victims:

* 11% of victims were stalked for 5 years or more
* Approximately 25% experienced some form of cyberstalking such as email or instant messaging
* 66.2% of stalking victims experienced unwanted phone calls or messages
* Nearly 75% of stalking victims knew their stalkers in some way

During the 12-month survey period, 14 of every 1,000 adults were victims of stalking."

Stalking

Support Group


"Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do."
&
"And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.” - Nelson Mandela


(Thank you to my dearest friends for your love, wisdom & support...)

THE SUPERGALACTIC DODO HAS ARRIVED

(& - DON'T MESS WITH THE SUPERGALACTIC RATTLER!!)

(& WHAT IS THE LATEST NEWS FOR OWL & TIGER NOW THAT THE SUPERGALACTIC DODO & THE RATTLER ARE IN THEIR MAGICAL TIME TRAVELING CLAWS/PAWS?? WILL THE SUPERGALACTIC DODO BE LIBERATED ONCE & FOR ALL?? ALL TIME- AS IN ONE CHANCE?? WHAT EXACTLY WILL HAPPEN??? WILL THE MAGICAL VENOM OF THE SUPERGALACTIC RATTLER CLEANSE THE MASSES OR- KILL THEM!!!!!????????!!? WILL THE FAKE DODO'S (FAT HEART = A FAKE DODO) KEEP TURNING EVERYTHING INTO ANTI QUANTUM & FACT DESTROYING NIHILISTIC, -'GOD WORSHIPPING' TRASH?? WHERE WILL THEY TIME TRAVEL TO NEXT??? IF THERE IS A NEXT???!!! COMING SOON!) LUMPY ONTOLOGIES LUMPY ONTOLOGY HERE WE COME

DO NOT- EAT YOUR HANDS.

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LOOK AT YOURSELF

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Peter Orlovsky - R.I.P - July 8, 1933- May 30, 2010

FRIST POEM

A rainbow comes pouring into my window, I am electrified.
Songs burst from my breast, all my crying stops, mistory fills
the air.
I look for my shues under my bed.
A fat colored woman becomes my mother.
I have no false teeth yet. Suddenly ten children sit on my lap.
I grow a beard in one day.
I drink a hole bottle of wine with my eyes shut.
I draw on paper and I feel I am two again. I want everybody to
talk to me.
I empty the garbage on the tabol.
I invite thousands of bottles into my room, June bugs I call them.
I use the typewritter as my pillow.
A spoon becomes a fork before my eyes.
Bums give all their money to me.
All I need is a mirror for the rest of my life.
My frist five years I lived in chicken coups with not enough
bacon.
My mother showed her witch face in the night and told stories of
blue beards.
My dreams lifted me right out of my bed.
I dreamt I jumped into the nozzle of a gun to fight it out with a
bullet.
I met Kafka and he jumped over a building to get away from me.
My body turned into sugar, poured into tea I found the meaning
of life
All I needed was ink to be a black boy.
I walk on the street looking for eyes that will caress my face.
I sang in the elevators believing I was going to heaven.
I got off at the 86th floor, walked down the corridor looking for
fresh butts.
My comes turns into a silver dollar on the bed.
I look out the window and see nobody, I go down to the street,
look up at my window and see nobody.
So I talk to the fire hydrant, asking "Do you have bigger tears
then I do?"
Nobody around, I piss anywhere.
My Gabriel horns, my Gabriel horns: unfold the cheerfulies,
my gay jubilation.

Nov. 24th, 1957, Paris
SECOND POEM

Morning again, nothing has to be done,
maybe buy a piano or make fudge.
At least clean the room up for sure like my farther I've done flick
the ashes & butts over the bed side on the floor.
But frist of all wipe my glasses and drink the water
to clean the smelly mouth.
A nock on the door, a cat walks in, behind her the Zoo's baby
elephant demanding fresh pancakes-I cant stand these
hallucinations aney more.
Time for another cigerette and then let the curtains rise, then I
knowtice the dirt makes a road to the garbage pan
No ice box so a dried up grapefruit.
Is there any one saintly thing I can do to my room, paint it pink
maybe or instal an elevator from the bed to the floor,
maybe take a bath on the bed?
Whats the use of liveing if I cant make paradise in my own
room-land?
For this drop of time upon my eyes
like the endurance of a red star on a cigerate
makes me feel life splits faster than sissors.
I know if I could shave myself the bugs around my face would
disappear forever.
The holes in my shues are only temporary, I understand that.
My rug is dirty but whose that isent?
There comes a time in life when everybody must take a piss in
the sink -here let me paint the window black for a minute.
Thro a plate & brake it out of naughtiness-or maybe just
innocently accidentally drop it wile walking around the
tabol.
Before the mirror I look like a sahara desert gost,
or on the bed I resemble a crying mummey hollaring for air,
or on the tabol I feel like Napoleon.
But now for the main task of the day - wash my underwear -
two months abused - what would the ants say about that?
How can I wash my clothes - why I'd, I'd, I'd be a woman if I did
that.
No, I'd rather polish my sneakers than that and as for the floor
its more creative to paint it then clean it up.
As for the dishes I can do that for I am thinking of getting a job in
a lunchenette.
My life and my room are like two huge bugs following me
around the globe.
Thank god I have an innocent eye for nature.
I was born to remember a song about love - on a hill a butterfly
makes a cup that I drink from, walking over a bridge of
flowers.

Dec. 27th, 1957, Paris
My Bed is Covered Yellow

My bed is covered yellow - Oh Sun, I sit on you
Oh golden field I lay on you
Oh money I dream of you
More, More, cried the bed - talk to me more -
Oh bed that taked the weight of the world -
all the lost dreams laid on you
Oh bed that grows no hair, that cannot be fucked
or can be fucked
Oh bed crumbs of all ages spiled on you
Oh yellow bed march to the sun whear yr journey will be done
Oh 50 lbs. of bed that takes 400 more lbs-
how strong you are
Oh bed, only for man & not for animals
yellow bed when will the animals have equal rights?
Oh 4 legged bed off the floor forever built
Oh yellow bed all the news of the world
lay on you at one time or another

1957, Paris
Snail Poem

Make my grave shape of heart so like a flower be free aired
& handsome felt,
Grave root pillow, tung up from grave & wigle at
blown up clowd.
Ear turnes close to underlayer of green felt moss & sound
of rain dribble thru this layer
down to the roots that will tickle my ear.
Hay grave, my toes need cutting so file away
in sound curve or
Garbage grave, way above my head, blood will soon
trickle in my ear -
no choise but the grave, so cat & sheep are daisey
turned.
Train will tug my grave, my breath hueing gentil vapor
between weel & track.
So kitten string & ball, jumpe over this mound so
gently & cutely
So my toe can curl & become a snail & go curiousely
on its way.

1958 NYC







- PETER ORLOVSKY

OCELLUS

"I am not one of those weak-spirited, sappy people who want to be liked by all the people around them.

I don’t care if people hate my guts; I assume most of them do. The important question is whether they are in a position to do anything about it.

My affections, being concentrated over a few people, are not spread all over Hell in a vile attempt to placate sulky, worthless shits."

William Seward Burroughs

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"Fascists seek to organize a nation on corporatist perspectives; values; and systems such as the political system and the economy."

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"The only thing that gets Homo sapiens up off his dead ass is a foot up on it."
-The Place of Dead Roads (If you see this warning, chances are you are losing my interest or it's ----never---- to return..)

RADICAL CRITICAL EXPLORATION BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG

BANG BANG

"I don’t care if people hate my guts; I assume most of them do. The important question is whether they are in a position to do anything about it."
BANG
BANG & BANG BANG “In the magical universe there are no coincidences and there are no accidents. Nothing happens unless someone wills it to happen.”

& BANG BANG BANG

"Silence is only frightening to people who are compulsively verbalizing."

& BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG “Every man has inside himself a parasitic being who is acting not at all to his advantage.”

EVERY MAN HAS INSIDE HIMSELF A PARASITIC BEING WHO IS ACTING NOT AT ALL TO HIS ADVANTAGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
BANG ?
"Your knowledge of what is going on can only be superficial and relative."

"Smash the control images. Smash the control machine." W.S.B

SMASH SMASH
SMASH BANG

“Every human soul has seen, perhaps even before their birth, pure forms such as justice, temperance, beauty and all the great moral qualities which we hold in honor. We are moved towards what is good by the faint memory of these forms, simple and calm and blessed which we saw once in a pure clear light form, being pure ourselves” Iris Murdoch

BANG!!

Counterattack as author's memoirs speak ill of Dame Iris

By Chris Hastings

"In her defence ... Iris Murdoch and her husband, John Bayley.

The widower of Dame Iris Murdoch has launched an attack on one of her former lovers, who described her as an intellectual lightweight and lousy in bed.

Professor John Bayley, 80, said he was unable to recognise his wife in the autobiography of the Nobel Prize-winning author, Elias Canetti, due to be published in Britain next month.

Bayley, who is a fellow of St Catherine's College, Oxford, said the Bulgarian-born writer, who had a three-year relationship with Murdoch in the 1950s, was "pathologically conceited and jealous of her success".

"I do not think it is worth paying any attention to what this man says about Iris," he said. "I certainly do not recognise her from his description. I think people who know what sort of man he is will not be surprised by what he says about her."....

Cont'd

"There's no doubting Murdoch's mastery when it comes to portraying Arrowby's self-deceit. He is able to eloquently insist that he is acting for the good of all concerned while he manipulates and bullies Hartley."

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“Perhaps when distant people on other planets pick up some wavelength of ours all they hear is a continuous scream.”

Iris Murdoch -

"Earth's Screams Recorded in Space

( Space.com )

Wednesday, July 02, 2008
By Robert Roy Britt

Earth emits an ear-piercing series of chirps and whistles that could be heard by any aliens who might be listening, if they're out there."

B A N G.

"A photo can take your soul.. .. But I really- am frightened.."
"I come in their fucking lens "

"I can't on my own change the regime in South Africa or teach the Palestinians to learn to live with the Israelis, but I can start with me."

"Vegetarianism is a link to perfection and peace."

"We are taught to consume. And that's what we do. But if we realized that there really is no reason to consume, that it's just a mind set, that it's just an addiction, then we wouldn't be out there stepping on people's hands climbing the corporate ladder of success."

"When I was old enough to realize all meat was killed, I saw it as an irrational way of using our power, to take a weaker thing and mutilate it. It was like the way bullies would take control of younger kids in the schoolyard."



( A multidimensional interdisciplinary experience of relationships.. )