New Tricks for Old Dogs

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You’ve been around the block a few times – you know what’s what. You have your own unique way of dealing with life, and have all sorts of tricks up your sleeve for when things don’t go the way you want, to make the cards you’re dealt a bit fairer. Whether it’s about making the best of your skills and qualities as a person, to get along in the world, and feel like you’re top dog, or just doing your best to make the best of the hand you’re dealt, you may well feel it’s all about how you play.

Everyone has their own way of dealing with challenges that come along, and life has a way of throwing hoops out in front of us, and saying “Jump!” We don’t always have a trick for every situation, and we can get stopped in our tracks, when we don’t know how to respond to a situation effectively. This can make for a lot of stress, since life is about learning new things, or learning the same things as everyone else, to fit in socially. There’s often the fear, a realistic one in many cases, that we will get left behind, and the hand holding the hoop, and demanding we jump, will whip us if we don’t learn quickly.

These are the pressures of the modern world, you might think, but there’s always been some pressure to conform, and learn the tricks required to fit in, or keep up, or whatever else is needed as a skill, in any society. Society isn’t as concerned about the individual’s happiness, as it is about the smooth functioning of its own organisational structures, in which you are just the dog that must jump through hoops, with no fancy treats if you don’t. There’s not a structure there to accommodate those who can’t, or won’t go along with the ring master, since it’s the antithesis of what a society is about, to live in a way that says you don’t need to learn its tricks to be able to live well.

Societies have to be about compromise, to an extent, since they generalise about individual behaviour, and advance the mean for the average, in terms of how you’re supposed to behave. The degree of personal freedom allowed depends on what kind of society you live in, of course, and the more repressive the society, the more they tend to talk about responsibility to others, and place value on that, rather than on individual rights and freedoms. Your rights don’t matter as much, if others’ as a group do, and if you don’t like how you’re told to behave, well, you can lump it.

If we think about it a little, we can see how much consensus is important, as a concept, in a society, to make that society function in such a way that the animals in it will learn to jump on command, or be shamed, or berated, or punished in some way, if they don’t. So control is a very big issue indeed, and a certain degree of uniformity encouraged in a society, with responsibility the flip side of being allowed any freedoms in it. Your master feeds you treats, and provides fresh straw for your cage, if you jump. If not, well, it’s your own fault what happens then, and you’re just a bad dog for biting the hand that feeds you, if you’re not always behaving in a grateful and obedient manner.

It’s harsh, but it could be argued it’s fair. It’s not argued as often that it’s also rather mad. This is because it’s a madness all humans have, to want to control things, and keep them stable, so it’s all considered perfectly normal, to want to tell others how to live, and expect them all to want the same things you do from life. It’s easier, if you don’t have to learn any new tricks, even if it’s not in nature’s nature to stay still. It’s built into every human mind, apparently, this kind of controlling behaviour. Or is it? Is it real, this need for stability and social structures that have some endurance, or is it a construct built on fear of losing ourselves, and our place in the structure, if we don’t jump when told, and just a lazy shortcut in thinking, so we don’t have to examine other people’s different notions about how things are, and feel more like we know what’s expected of us, so we don’t have the fear of the dark jungle, potential tigers, and feeling lost?

All animals have social structures of some kind. It’s a biological necessity for animals to work together to breed and get food, shelter, safety etc., but only humans seem to be able to turn the whole biological endeavour into a moral drama, since they have the trick of language, and with that comes all sorts of moral concepts, based on ideas about the nature of reality, rather than the reality itself. This is where it turns into a circus, because everyone has ideas about how everyone else should live, and it gets pretty heated when we don’t agree. One of the hardest things for humans to do is to just let someone get on with life, without telling them how to live, since we tend to see anyone who doesn’t think the same way about life as a threat to our own lifestyle, since they live in the same society, and therefore (again, depending on which societal model you use, in your local circus) have an effect on the running of that society.

You may have noticed that people tend to like people who they perceive as being like them, and tend to dislike people who they perceive as not being like them. It’s pretty easy to see why; those whose ideas are different represent a small threat to ideas about how society should run, and how personal behaviours and lifestyles fit into that structure, and so on. These different ideas are challenging, and hard work, intellectually, because they make you question why people should behave in certain ways, require you to argue your point to defend the status quo, and maybe be prepared to have to defend your argument logically. These issues can take quite some thinking through. If we have a way to make our minds up quickly, though, and don’t change our minds much subsequently, we won’t have to always stop to think carefully, or consider all the factors influencing every attitude we have, and this turns out to be a swift and energy-saving way to take action, and make decisions. This human trick is based on shortcuts and generalisations in our thinking, which are very good handy for acting swiftly, when dealing with attacking tigers, etc. Black spots on yellow background always means tiger, so panic, or run, or both, based on what our previous experience or our elders taught us.

You’ll seldom come across the idea that we shouldn’t be disapproving of another’s lifestyle, or beliefs, as long as the ideas being discussed aren’t our own, and if any hint arises in conversation that we could examine our own beliefs, we realise it’s a dangerous idea to express within a group, as it can cause the disapproval to be aimed at ourselves, rather than the intended target, situated in an out-group, not within our circle, if we express it aloud. It threatens the social cohesion of the group, to threaten any central or fervently held ideas it holds. Other people’s ideas, it seems, can be wild tigers waiting to spring at our throats, rather than obliging dogs that will jump through our little hoop for us, at times.

We don’t like pain, although interestingly it tends to be more memorable than pleasure. We tend to seek out pleasure, and avoid pain, because our human organism wants to live, and overall, happiness contributes to better health, and longer life, unlike stress and anxiety, which wears the organism down, maybe not as fast as a real tiger at your throat, but gnaws away, nevertheless. The displeasure we feel when encountering something which results in psychological pain is the same mechanism as that for physically painful encounters; escape as quickly as possible, is the message our minds and bodies are giving us. Go towards pleasure, and avoid pain, if you want to live longer, or just live.

The problem with pain avoidance though, is that we often can’t avoid pain. It’s part of life, and we have to tolerate a certain amount, to push through to pleasure. This perception of what pain is about, or for, and our way of jumping through hoops to avoid as much of it as is humanly possible, can actually create more pain for us than is necessary, through focussing on pain, in our fear of it, and effort to avoid it.

Part of the reason we sometimes seek to exert control over our environment, which includes other people, is to create a situation where it’s less likely we’ll experience pain we think they created in the first place, when they didn’t play the game we wanted, and jump through our hoops, and wanted to play the ring-master instead, trying to have us jump through their hoop. To plan for the avoidance of future pain, then, we become like hunters, lying in wait for our prey, watching out for pain, before it ever appears. It might not appear at all, but still we keep watch, and waste our nights looking out into the darkness, seeing movement in every bush, ready, and on high alert.

It’s tiring, and doesn’t always have much point, when you start thinking about it, because it doesn’t always prevent attacks, but can make us experience the tiger going for our throat many times over, in our imagination, and make us tend towards dwelling on pain, and wanting to inflict it on others, in retribution for what we perceive as pain entirely caused by their actions, and not also our responses to the threat. It’s very understandable that we would want to balance the justice scales in our own minds, by returning the pain to the source, as we might see it, but is it an optimal response, in terms of its effect on us, if it keeps us stuck in the same cycle of stimulus/response, and high alert state, when the stimulus may not be as immediately life-threatening as a real tiger attack? This is a very sensible life preserving function of our psyche, which unfortunately runs a bit haywire if we lose our perspective about the immediacy or seriousness of the threat to our lives, or lose our sense of perspective, because pain is more memorable than pleasure. Where does all the pleasure go, if you’re stuck in the pain?

Of course, a lot of this is just using metaphors, and ideas, to discuss societies and our roles and behaviours interpersonally, and within societies, and you could think about our interactions with other people in a variety of other ways, of which the way I’ve just used is only one that I was playing around with. The mind loves metaphor, but language is an approximation, remember, and it stands in as a description of the dog that’s jumping the hoop, rather than being the dog itself, or, for that matter, the hoop. The reality gets lost a little (or a good bit!) between the thing, and the conveying of the idea of the thing, in language. When you take away the stories, and points of view, you’re just left with reality, and that’s rather harder to control, because you haven’t written the story around it, and constructed the ending, which in the story I just told, consists of a life with no pain in it, just pleasure, all there at your fingertips, when you are the ring-master, and controlling everything skillfully. Sometimes, we’re so sold on the stories, that we can’t even see the reality of the thing in itself.

This is actually a really popular way to think about life, this pain-free life, these days. It’s possibly an offshoot of consumerism, or it might be just a natural by-product of being human, because we’ve developed this ability to think ahead, and plan, along with our ability to verbalise these plans we have for how everyone should behave around us, so we can be happy, and not have to experience pain. We often completely miss the fact that we would have no word for pleasure if we did not have a word for pain. There would be no distinction between the two, were both not present at times in our perception of reality, and our explanation for how reality works. We’d be at as much of a loss, in fact, without pain, as we would be without light and dark, good and evil, black and white, or any other opposites you can think of, for constructing our ideas, and categories for how things are , and how they should behave, the science of things, if you like, for the average thinker, who is a still quite a bit of a scientist, when it comes to organising ideas, or rules of thumb, in order to make sense of the world, for day to day functioning. The idea of removing one of these negatives in opposites from our concepts, like pain, or controlling it to the extent it isn’t part of your life, seems a bit ridiculous, then, yet this is what we seek to do with pain, when we imagine a life without it. Where would the value in comfort be, without discomfort, which is what the definition of pain is, if you look it up in our word-symbolism book, the dictionary, to establish what in the world it signifies?

People, it follows, although a pain in the behind at times, are a necessary evil, since we wouldn’t appreciate being alone with our freedoms, perhaps, if we didn’t experience them being under attack once in a while, just as we might not appreciate our individual uniqueness, if it wasn’t brought to our attention by other people’s behaviour being different to our own. I know, it’s a slightly simplistic way to put it, but look at the sunrise shown below, and then imagine there’s no sunset at the end of the day. The sun just stays up there all day. How much pleasure would you get out of that? How good for the planet, or any of us on it would that be, if things never changed? This is a simplistic argument, but we tend to forget that change is part of life, when we’re in the middle of suffering, or difficult situations, because we’re trying to exert some sort of control over something that’s happening, that we are wanting not to, or we think someone else is trying to control us, and make us jump through hoops, or learn new tricks we don’t want to learn. Change can be beautiful, but it isn’t always painless, even if it’s not always bad.

Should we seek to avoid pain, then, or to control the behaviour of others? It does seem necessary in some respects, if you want to live in society with others, and all animals have this give and take built in, at least the ones that survive, and thrive do. Humans, though, having the ability to over-think, as well as think things through, may be a bit too concerned with learning all kinds of fancy tricks for managing life, to really be getting pleasure out of how they live in the moment, aside from all the big plans, and ideas about how they and others should be living. Turns out that one of the best tricks you can learn is how to enjoy what you have, and are, and let go of worrying a little about what every else is up to, or wanting to have everyone behaving the same way. Let others jump through hoops, if they like, and enjoy watching the circus, or learn a few new tricks yourself, by all means, but ensure they’re the ones that do you the most good, in terms of your own happiness, as well as those you come into contact with. You deserve a little pleasure in your life, right now, as there’s only really now, when you take all the ideas and words away. Although pain may be inevitable, and necessary, you may find you still have some options when it comes to how much you want to suffer, or cause even more suffering, in your own life, or in others’ lives. Being happy is one of the most fun tricks you can learn. If the ring master isn’t happy with that, that’s his problem, not yours.

Behind the Iron Curtain – Ireland’s Lockdown, One Year On

Oh, Ireland. Where are we now, after a full year of the big Lurgi lockdown? Nowhere further along to freedom being restored, it seems. Oh, sure, we had brief glimpses over the wall, but that was just to tease us, wasn’t it? A big joke on us; a prank to make us think that if we played along, our jailers would set us free sooner. Still, we learned to love our servitude, didn’t we? Kissed the jailor’s hand, and even begged to be beaten down some more.

Well, folks, I hope those of you that played along are happy now. What’s that you say? It’s people like me that are holding the rest of you back from getting your freedom? Suuuure. You keep on believing that, then, if that gets you any further along, towards freedom. I think you’ll find it doesn’t, but far be it from me to try to persuade you differently. I know well how people like to cling to beliefs that make them feel better. Bit sick of it now, are you? He he. Aren’t we all? I discuss a couple of aspects about the Lurgi lockdown, one personal, one political, that have cropped up for me recently, because of the events of the last year, in this livestream.

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Never mind their psyOps. Maybe turn the narratives off for a while, completely, and dance to your own tunes, when you need a break from their madness? Freedom happens mostly in your own mind, anyway, some say. Just don’t tune out the truth, completely, through fear or blind trust, and expect it all to turn out grand in the end.

Crazy Jobpath Doesn’t Understand COVID-19 Lockdown

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Text sent to me today, during the Irish COVID-19 lockdown, about JobPath job activation interview

Whenever I’ve been unfortunate enough to have to do business with the dole office, to try to access payments I’m legally entitled to, I’ve had a bit of bother, as Frank Spencer would say. He wasn’t as good in the skills department as me, I imagine, and his CV wouldn’t have extended to one page, let alone the two and a half that the dour-faced and depressing-to-look-at pen pusher behind the interview desk frowned on, as being far too much longer than the one page she thought a tech job CV should be. She shared her top tip, keep it to under one page, when casting a look that could turn clients to stone, first at me, then my CV, which she handled as though COVID-19 was already here, last time I was called for a “Job Activation” interview. Never mind that I had taught CV preparation myself, as part of my work, before, or had done a top-up module in CV skills, on a digital media journalism Diploma course. No. She knew best, Ms. dole office, or at least hoped I thought she did, as she struck me as a lot more grim-faced after she’d seen my CV, which I imagine had a lot more qualifications listed than hers would have (not that she would need to be producing hers for some sour wagon at a pointless dole interview, since she already had her pen-pushing gig) . It didn’t get me a job of course. In my mid fifties, in a job market dominated by imported workers from EU agencies, and a gap in my CV showing I was unemployed, I wasn’t terribly surprised. I’d even applied for jobs overseas, ‘though I baulked at the few that were advertised that I had some chance of getting, teaching jobs in Saudi Arabia and China. Nah. I thought. I’d just shake some guy’s hand the first week, and it’d be downhill quite quickly from there. Even three hots and a cot wouldn’t be guaranteed, either, I’m thinking, in those sorts of regimes.

Mind you, our regime isn’t much better, if they insist you hike it out to attend a going nowhere that results in a job session, in the middle of a COVID-19 lockdown. I had already been getting letters every couple of weeks from them, to attend meetings cited over 50kms away, with no public transport route to get me there. I don’t drive, of course. I’m unemployed, and was a zero-contract dispos-a-worker type, when I was getting the crumbs of work left over from what the foreign agency workers hadn’t time for. I was the first to go, and last to be respected, as many Irish employers seem to prefer agency workers, who provide the quick turnover needed, to Irish employees, who, let’s face it, answer back, ‘cos they speak English. They might also have a super CV, which could put you to shame if you hired them, and make you look like the complete thicko that you are, just there because you slept with the boss, and know where the tax money is hidden, or maybe your actual daddy’s the boss. Small companies like to keep things in the family, while larger ones like to keep things as impersonal as possible, preferably by not having anyone Irish working there at all. Hence the bewilderment of visitors to Irish shores who wonder why there are no Irish staff in hotels or restaurants. They’re probably busy completing a series of Job Activation interviews, for jobs they have no hope of getting, in which they are berated by being told they are just not trying hard enough to get one of those jobs there are so many of, according to the massaged figures, which count the various work schemes the state runs as employment.

I’ve been shoved onto those as well, and if I don’t get a job, can be expected to bounce about from one type of work scheme to another, until I am an old age pensioner, as although each type has a maximum timelimit, it’s easy to get around that by having lots of differently named ones. Usually, they involve picking up litter, sweeping roads, or freezing your behind off in the rain in a range of ways that seem designed to destroy the individuals dignity, and health, but keep an army of supervisors on a good wage, while the person on the scheme gets none of the training in skills suitable to their existing skills, which the schemes promise in the small print, nor the training grant that they are entitled too either. I know. I’ve asked, as I figured learning to drive might increase my ability to get work, but my question was brushed under the carpet, as I almost was too, when they put me on a scheme which said it was an office job, and turned out to be a janitor’s job. I had to go home that first day, to change out of smart office clothes into my oldest jeans, as no work wear was provided. I refused to go up on a roof to clean a gutter on that job, and kicked up a stink, arguing that I had never worked in the janitorial arena, so had no existing skills there I wished to build on. My teaching and digital media qualifications, as well as my rather super, if I don’t mind saying so myself, communications skills, persuaded them to get me off the roof, and into an office, to teach web design. I learned nothing, and had few students, but it’s about keeping the little gulag going, as this cheap labour helps provide services for councils, and keep the unemployment figures looking healthier than they really are.

I find I have to remind dole office workers, and the companies they liase with, of Irish law, regularly, as they have broken their own department’s rules several times already with me, e.g. insisting I work on a scheme while already having a real job . Now it seems, they’d like to again push the boat out, by ignoring Leo Varadkar, who’s going hoarse telling everyone to just stay at home, to observe the COVID-19 restrictions. The foreign contract workers must think we Irish are stupid, for paying them €350 for 12 weeks, to sit at home during the crisis, so the company they worked for will hire them back whenever the crisis is over, while the people like me, who were made unemployed before the virus sent the country into lockdown, get the old rate of jobseeker’s benefit, and told to risk infecting people by traveling to even-more-pointless-than-usual job activation interviews, for what, exactly? To work on a CV again (oooo, maybe we could shorten it even more, and leave out those three qualifications), and be asked why I think I haven’t gotten any replies this week from employers, I suppose. Em, because we’re on a feckin’ lockdown, you complete idiot.

Update: I discovered I shouldn’t have been asked to do JobPath at all, since I haven’t been unemployed for 12 months yet. They started insisting I go to JobPath interviews, however, as soon as I signed on as full-time unemployed. They’ve tried illegal things on me before, like insisting I do a community employment scheme when I was employed; those schemes are also only for those unemployed, for over 12 months. One finds oneself having to do battle with these dishonest people, just to get one’s legal rights upheld, as they will insist black is white, even as you show them their own rules, off goverment websites. Perhaps the fact that there is a lot of money involved in the schemes is a factor in their stubborn hostility towards unemployed people, but it’s certainly made difficult for unemployed people to access the payments they are entitled to, without having to put up quite a fight for them.

Q – Trust The Plan

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Lift the Veil screenshot from this vid

The people that brought you Q are keeping the life support campaign going, and the patient seems to be still alive, and reviving from the recent coma, induced by the recent collision with reality. Q is up and about again, and getting legs it seems.

Voices of dissent are being heard, and a new conversation is starting, on issues that weren’t disscussed while the topic of Q was still the trendist thing around, and the only thing anyone could see. Some are rushing out to join the frey, like Annie Get Your Gun, singin’ ‘Anything You Can Do, I Can Do Better’,  a few others are sitting by the patient’s bed, and some are chatting away to other folks in the hallways while the patient’s diapers and bedsheets are getting changed.

It’s a difficult conversation. Some folks in it aren’t sure what each other’s relationship to the patient actually is, and there is debate about whether Q will be the same person at all when he’s fully recovered; will he be a shadow of his former self, or a new man altogether? Only time will tell, and the time window for full recovery seems to be narrowing all the time. At least all Q’s friends and foes got to meet at last; even if it wasn’t pretty, it’s good to talk.

 

Get Off!

An interesting chat on Irish radio with Sean O’Rourke, about social media, and the growing campaign to persuade people to engage less online. Is it a good idea, or just another manipulation tactic, by a group with vested interests in shutting down discourse?

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Call me the suspicious type, but I know in the business world leopards don’t stop being spotty overnight, even if they are living in a different habitat, or eating their prey off a different patch of ground. The protestations are as hard to swallow as when an antelope horn goes down one’s gullet sideways. This guy.

And this guy.

And, of course, this guy.

OK, lads. We hear you, and we’ll get back to you on it. Maybe stick a post up, tweet you, make a video, whatever. We won’t ring you though, ‘cos we know your phone is off.

That Crazy Moon

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They say that the full moon brings out the crazies. There might be something in that. I recently had a go at editing a video for upload on my YouTube channel, which has feck all subscribers, so if I made a mess of it I wouldn’t make to much of a fool of myself, or garner too many negative comments. How wrong can you be?

The video itself got very few views, so little in the way of negative comments, since it didn’t exactly take YouTube by storm. No, it was me, myself and I that got all the comments, from one quite harsh critic, called Stacey Ann Hightower. Except she’s not called that at the moment. It changes a lot more often than her mood, which usually stays in the angry zone, unsurprisingly, since she has been a satellite planet in the pull of the exploding supernova known as the Denise Matteau channel. While she’s been flung off course by the explosion of Denise Matteau‘s main channel, shut down by repeated strikes for bullying and harassment, she has decided to reinvent herself and attach herself to the orbit of what she sees as up-and-coming stars that were circling in the same orbits in YouTube. She’s pretty deluded if she thinks that’s me, but in the crazy light of the moon, the lunatics dance and the keyboard campaigns of hatred are launched like rockets (too heavy with the confused astral metaphors, you think?).

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So anyhow, Stacey Ann Hightower, who used to be Neon Flux, and has again changed her name, this time to Donna Syko Emerald, for posting slander about me in various comment sections where nobody really gives a d*mn about either of us, or has any idea who we even are, has been wearing herself ragged trying to persuade people in the ‘Truther Community’ on YouTube that myself and another guy called Aaron have been stalking herself and Denise Matteau, and are out to kill herself and her family. Crazy stuff, and there’s more; we are convicted pedophiles as well, it seems.

Not quite sure where her evidence is for any of the outrageous allegations, but that’s the kind of thing crazies get up to with their keyboards when the moon shines in their window. Or when they’re not busy doing another beer run at the local off-license or issuing their own death threats.

Part of what triggered her was the fact that when she used to be the YouTuber known as Neon Flux I wrote a post here which included her, and also featured her friend and ours, Denise Matteau. I was never a member of what Denise liked to think of as her little ‘Family’, but she and Neon were good buddies. Used to Email each other everyday, with all sorts of schemes and dreams constantly on the boil. Neon still uses Denise’s name as her own at times, she’s that big a fan.

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Stacey Ann Hightower/ No Name/Denise Matteau Here commenting on ‘Donna’s Moon Story’ video

Shame Denise went off her, when she realised that Neon might be more of an liability to the survival of her channel than an asset, and when the pot threatened to boil over, Denise spilled the beans on Neon, and burned her rather badly, divulging her personal details in videos, and reading out Emails Neon had sent her. Here’s a reposting of a video of a special reading Denise did from Neon’s Emails, that’s now gone the way of Denise’s main channel.

After Denise jettisoned Neon publicly, Neon threatened to sue her, and Denise then put around the story that Neon was working with me, Donna the professional killer (long story), and Aaron Cross, AKA Montagraph, ‘the pedophile’, and child killer, according to herself, as we had been public enemies for quite a while, me, for having dared to do a blog post about Denise’s life, which she had already splashed all over the internet herself, and Aaron, because she thought he was Montagraph, who can’t stand her either, since that time she said he was a pedo, and whipped her subscribers into a frenzy of hatred against him (whew, that sentence was longer than Proust, though it didn’t have as much literary style, I gotta admit). Wild stuff, but there were other thoroughly nutty people in Denise’s orbit who still believe this version of The Truth, and are rumbling out their convoy of lies around the various channels, trying to drum up a ‘crew’ to harass the so-called ‘trolls’.

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Aww. De poa hurty wurty feewings when yo fweend wont twoll foa yo.

NeedAHugThe whole thread on this video became funny when Delphi wanted to have a beauty contest with me, in an attempt to get me to ‘out’ my real-life identity.  Wanted me to slug it out back on her horse channel. I posted a picture of myself looking my very best, since I just couldn’t get her off my back any other way. She hasn’t a chance against this fine thing.

ComputerSaysNoInterestingly enough, just the week before she posted on the thread Delphi had been back on her own channel telling people she was being ‘stocked’, and was back in Denise’s good graces, working with her to resolve the Aaron problem. She told her friend she would Email. She’s good at staying in touch with people.Despite the fact that she avoids the internet like the plague.

Seems Delphi was creating her story and making sure it stuck long before she arrived on the YouTubeStory2Chinada3 video to cause trouble. She is currently telling her subscribers that she will be offline, and they are all getting concerned, and asking if she is OK. The finger will be no doubt pointed in Aaron and myself’s direction when she makes her next video. Maybe she is hoping she will impress Denise with her stocking skillz.

As for our old friend Neon, she’s had a rough time over at my Donna’s Moon Story video. Click the video above, and select View on YouTube, if you want to see the comments, but believe me, you are going to learn some new phrases that I hope you will never need to use yourself in your daily life. Be sure to expand the Comments Button To Sort By Newest first, as shown here.

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ExpandShe’s currently sleeping it off, though I seriously doubt she will rethink her attitudes when the sun comes up on a new day.

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Update: You know my remarks about how to access Stacy/Neon’s nasty remarks on my video comment section? Well, ignore them, because she has removed them. I know you are probably driven mad with curiosity to see what was said before she passed out from emotional overload, or overload of something or other anyway, so I will post them here below. I’m putting them below the following book quote, in case you want to think over whether you want to look at something this yukky, so be warned.

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A History of Madness in Sixteenth-century Germany
By H. C. Erik Midelfort Stanford University Press.

Stacey thought if she just kept repeating the allegations somebody would believe them, and she could drag as many personal enemies and allegations into the stalker ring conspiracy as possible by going big on the lie. She had seen that this technique often worked for Denise, because they got the idea about our being stalkers and all the other horrible things from Denise, and believed them. Or just wanted everyone else to believe them, because they hated us for what they saw as a group of people working together to try to break up their Family cult, sorry, emmmm….cosy fellowship, of them against the world. And as if we didn’t get the message that she wanted us to know that she was still bestest buds with Denise, this comment was next.

It’s a bit confused, and the plot isn’t consistent, but confusion just adds to the whole conspiracy, dontcha think? Kindof a ‘Well, you must be over the target, because people seem to be getting annoyed’ school of logic, that so many deluded, what are now colloquially known as ‘Qtards‘ seem to use to make decisions when arriving at ‘The Truth‘. Stacey was determined to carry on with whatever bs she was trying to sell despite anything I said to the contrary. My version wasn’t as exciting, of course. It was just a standard response one makes when they’ve been threatened with a throat slitting (see comment above my drunk video at top of this page).

It went on and on. I got bored. I won’t bore you further. It was more of the same, with several name changes along the way. Currently, she’s Donna Psycho Emerald on this channel, where she carries on with inept trolling by making playlists, and Photoshopping a hat on my profile picture. Oh well, keeps her off the streets, I suppose. And her 10 subscribers, which I suspect are all her. Until she has to go out for more beer. She’s bound to be thirsty after all that hard work. Still, hard work never killed anyone, as they say, and it’s done wonders for her creativity, as she’s coming up with cute playlist names like ‘Donna Emerald the truth of her t3rror1sm‘ and ‘Aaron Cross stalker of women, offender of children‘. I like the hat, too.

Oh well, let’s leave them to their astral madness; seems that people will go on believing what they want to believe and turn their faces from the light of intelligence, to continue bathing in moon madness.

Encylopedia Dramaticus

Dear Sir/Madam,

I have long been an admirer of your fine publication, which I believe to be an indispensible aide to introducing drama in my life, on the occasional moments when my own imagination fails me. I submit for your consideration the following items, which I’m sure you will be riveted by, as my numerous subscribers are. I believe these will create quite a stir in your dramatic community, just as they have in my own corner of the internet, which I like to think of as Youtubia.

Let’s kick off, shall we, with one of my latest videos, which pretty much sums up the whole drama that has unfolded in my life. I have bullet-pointed here some of the more pertinent and salient  points for your further elucidation. I know it’s hard to follow, but I make many, many videos, and it will eventually begin to sink in to your understanding, after a while, and you will come to the same conclusions about the gang that have been stalking me for years, once you watch everything, and, like me, learn to discern what’s real, in the dramatic tale that unfolds nightly on my channel.

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My comment on the professional troll Donna Emerald, from my ‘And so it begins...’ video 2nd May.

The main dramatic points I would like draw your attention to are as follows:

  1. Donna Emerald, who may well be the historical stalker known as Brian Birmingham, and her video filmed from my original work, which I can’t remove from her channel because of the YouTube cult’s strange shenanigans effecting the Submit button’s efficaciousness. I predicted his arrest way back in 2010, and the police will be no doubt catching up with him any day now, along with the many, many people I have found, mostly on YouTube, who are operating in the SAME HUGE INTERNATIONAL GANG, all wanting my important informations, all wanting to SHUT ME UP!

    They were all in on it! The international gang that stalks me, and KILLS!!!!
  2. A defense of the character and ethics of The Jesus Christians, the ‘kidney cult’, and a brief but effective endorsement of Brother Dave’s new cult, the ‘End Time Survivors’ and a plug for his book, available from reputable online retailers.
  3. The long but interesting saga of my important family has been hardly covered at all here (I can send you links to many other fascinating videos, some of which include Hillary Clinton and a paint factory – the things I know about that woman would amaze you!), but I do cover the Friday night that one of my brothers disowned me, refusing to help me remove some my personal informations from the interwebs; also, my dramatic retelling of the ‘Brenham Pond’ dumping charge, and how I ended up doing time for my crime, all because of this brother of mine.

Need more background? Why certainly; I can see how difficult it might be to follow along with the storms, tribulations, and hurricanes that have blown through my life. My autobiography, which I am planning to publish soon, will expose such trolls as Donna Emerald and UNIROCK, and the whole world will be red-pilled. No doubt investigations which have been closed long ago will again reopen as a result of my dramatic efforts, and I will be proved right about everything.

I enclose some background on Donna Emerald, and that goddam blog, which is untakedownable (see also most of my videos for updates about her evil doings with the international stalker gang, but ignore the first 2 mins or so of each video, where I bullsh♥t about my grapes and melons; that’s to fool the bot army watching me).

Excuse the language in the next one, but I know we’re all adults here, so we can handle the drama, and w♣nker seemed to be the correct word to describe the shill known as UNIROCK.

His handling of the ‘Corsi Email affaire’ was way beyond gauche in my opinion, and his Gaytaxi pal helped him to try to make me look foolish, an impossible task which they both failed miserably at, despite having help from such big names as Alex Jones. He blocked me from the live chat on this one too. How very dare he! I called him out on his lies of course. I can’t stand liars.

Now I know you specialize in documenting some of the best flare-ups, flounce-offs and fruit-cakes in existence in Youtubia, but I feel the dramatic nature of the information my news channel provides easily knocks everyone else’s content out of the ballpark, and I am willing to let you publicize my content so you can share in the spoils and bathe in the reflected glory, that is, at bottom, the work I feel The Lord is calling me to as a warrior for justice. You have 48 hours to respond. If I do not hear back from you I will be suing you for loss of earnings, naturally, as I have wasted the best part of an afternoon, when I could have been sewing quilts. As it is, I have already spent too much time trying to fill out the bΨstard complaint about that professional stalker Donna Emerald’s video. I can see I will need to write to my special friends as well, if I want to get her dealt with, and the rest of the gang who have been after me for many years now, trying to ruin my quilt making business, and then blaming the whole thing on a few little Palmetto bugs, as if a bug snug on a rug mattered.

 

Yours faithfully,

D. S. Matteau

p.s. Here are some further links for your consideration.

  1. A link to the goddam post that goddam troll Donna put up, that I can’t get removed.
  2. A link to another d®mn video I got removed, but the troll bots at Youtubia got put back up.
  3. The full f@%king video by the kill squad mercenary, Donna Emerald, which I found out I can’t get taken down, despite finally getting the Submit button to submit to me, because the c you next Tuesday filmed it on her own camera.

Authors note: The above post is intended for comedic/dramatic/entertainment purposes only and was written by myself, under the pen-name Donna Emerald. None of the information included in the post regarding Denise Matteau can be interpreted as being factual. Some of the videos are Ms. Matteau’s intellectual property, and I have respected this by linking the videos to her YouTube channel(s). Who knows what the truth is? All of reality could be one giant LARP. One thing’s for certain, people are like onions; there’s a lot going on under the skin, and it’s part of the wonderful drama we call life. Have fun with it. Don’t take it too seriously, because therein lies the way to madness.

Postscript: Shortly after this letter was penned, Denise went missing from YouTube. If you know where she is, don’t approach her, as she is armed with a sharp tongue, from which you may get a lashing  if you startle her.Booking mugshots of Denise

Denise’s Conspiracy TheoriesArticle on Beforeitsnews.com, by Wynter Moon

The “real” Encyclopedia Dramatica site, not for the faint-hearted, but definitely for those with a sense of humour, here.

Oooh. The drama. I’m sure they’ll give her an entry, yet.

The Fine Art Of Being Handy

This is a podcast from Irish Radio 1’s 2nd May programme, featuring Sean O’Rourke’s Guest Dr. Harry Barry, on the importance of developing emotional resilience in childhood. Click on the book cover image to hear the 13 minute interview. The author makes a compelling argument that kids need to develop social skills by playing, socialising, and doing things with their hands. He points out something which is starting to be a conversation which the whole of Ireland is currently having about the future of their children.

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Harry Barry’s book from https://www.drharrybarry.com/

When we were kids, it was still possible to play in the streets without getting creamed by a passing car or lorry. When it was raining fun was still had, with card or board games in the house.

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Image from architectureireland.ie

Felt pens and drawing pictures and cutting out things to put in scrap books, or hobbies like bird-watching or reading passed the free time. At the weekend the family, if they were lucky enough to have a car, could head out into the countryside and the parents could admire nature while the kids walked about hitting things with sticks (if you were a boy, or catching butterflies to look at or collecting flowers to press (if you were a girl). At school there were sports and activities. I learned Irish dancing and gymnastics when I was at primary school; sports and exercise are now avoided almost entirely in schools because of insurance costs being prohibitive, and sport coming last on the school spending list as a result. Now, by the time children reach secondary school, sports are discouraged in deference to the perception that passing exams should be the main focus of all a child’s energies.

 

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Ireland was still, even in the 1960s, a largely rural and agricultural society, which set great store on being able to do things with your hands, as being handy was a necessary skill whether you wanted to tie a knot which would hold properly in something in the farmyard, or just wanted to recycle your own shoelace for the umpteenth time.

There was still a lot of poverty around in the cities, although the grinding poverty experienced  by the lower classes in Victorian Dublin had been largely eradicated, and persisted largely in the inner city.

Consumer goods were expensive,  and many mothers chose to make as much clothing for the family as was practical because it was cheaper than buying off the rack, and meals were made from scratch, as fast food wasn’t even a thing back then. Interestingly, nowadays, some problems are resurfacing that had been fixed, we thought, many years ago in Irish society, such as, it is being discovered, malnourishment, which is again a health issue for kids, though this time around, it is accompanied by obesity. The fast food so widely available and popular with mums for its time-saving qualities, and beloved by kids because of advertising and cheap plastic toys that come with the cheap plastic meal, is having huge health consequences for children that will last throughout their lives. They might live longer than earlier generations, but they will have more chronic conditions, many directly connected to modern lifestyles, which they will have to take more drugs for, and spend more time going in and out of hospitals than earlier generations.

As for illegal drug use, that seems to be growing in popularity as a pastime as children progress to adulthood, and there is a huge epidemic of drugs in Irish cities, with drug deaths estimated at three times the rate of the rest of Europe. The clip shown above is a short documentary from 2013, and gives some background. The situation is much worse than that by now, and a walk down Dublin’s main street, O’Connell Street, is like walking through a take of a zombie movie.

Desperate measures are being taken by some to address some of the issues, before the next generation goes down the tubes in the way the earlier one has; the signs are already bad, but where there are signs of problems, there may also lie the seeds of the answers. One school in Tralee has made national headlines by getting together with parents to ban smartphones for their primary school age (5-12 year old) children. The campaign is picking up speed, as there has in recent months been a national debate raging about the malevolent influences of social media platforms on the mental health of Irish children.

As for development of inter-personal skills, as most of us know on an intellectual level, but perhaps don’t really get on an emotional level, online and offline are quite a different kettle of fish. One involves the tactile and sensory (perhaps the distinction will be blurred radically when virtual reality technology goes more mainstream), and the other is mainly about virtual hugs, or hate.

Our sense of self-worth is vital to our development as a human being, and to our happiness as individuals, and contributors to a harmonious society. Self-worth, as Dr. Harry Barry points out, can be taught, and there are a range of skills, some of which we discussed here, which are vital to pass on to subsequent generations, if we are to give them the tools to live well, and not just live like rats in a cage. Or at least, we might be crowded together like rats, but we can still care.

Hell Of Mirrors

Recently I came across two people discussing the definition of the legal term ‘preponderance of evidence‘. After a bit of back and forth, someone visited the final arbitrator of all disputes these days, Google, to come up with a definitive answer. A further discussion ensued about the interpretation of this definition as well. Much of life’s grey areas are disputed this way between people, in the effort to consign items to their black or white categories, a  state of affairs we tend to be more comfortable with.

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Yin Yang Symbol by Tang Yau Hoong

We tend to put in the most work on items of discussion that won’t fit into our world view easily; if someone questions what we have decided is how things are, we will strive to get them to see why. It seems (from my point of view, anyway) that not as much intellectual effort goes into questioning what we already ‘know’ to be true. Psychology has come up with  primacy/recency theories to examine how we add to our knowledge, to arrive at a unified outlook or point of view about reality.

It’s all relative, as someone once said. The landscape may appear to be whizzing by if you are a passenger on a train admiring the fast-changing  landcape of city and country fields flying past, or it may move only as much as your head turns as you stand on the platform awaiting the 4:15 to Chester.

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If you were someone in a space station admiring the beauty of the blue planet from your orbit  you would have different ideas about what items were moving at what speed than someone on the ground looking up at the sky at night as you hurtled past, describing a slow arc across the night sky from the observer on the ground’s point of view,  and perhaps a sedate pace from the point of view of the astronaut, based on what his senses were telling him, while the display panels in the captain’s cockpit might have some figures on which indicated a speed which might have the cops pulling you over if you considered trying them on your nearest motorway.

Another consideration when one is forming opinions is where you are starting out from. To take a Google example again (and why not, since it seems like Google is the giant spider controlling a huge part of our entangled lives on the web), ask its map app for info on how to get to somewhere, and you will be told ‘well, depends where your starting from’. Ask how long it takes and our googly-eyed friend will need to know what mode of transport we plan to use.

The point I’m making is that theories are all very well, but if you are to get anywhere in a discussion where broadening your mind is at least a possibility, if not a main objective (which is often to broaden the mind of someone else, which, from your viewpoint, may be rather too narrow, since it doesn’t concur with yours), you need to be able to see that different views of the world  and opinions about reality are not so much as the crude saying has it, that ‘opinions are like a*sholes, everyone has one’, but more of a case of ‘where are you now, and where are you trying to get to?’ Many people are not actually trying to get anywhere new, they just want to be able to stay where they are without anyone bothering them by trying to change their mind, or persuade them into something that they don’t currently believe. The cognitive dissonance involved in this building of a bridge between the information which they already possess, and adding new information which might change some aspect of, or all of the beliefs about a topic which they hold dear to their hearts, might break them altogether, in a psychological sense. There are certainly a series of stages that one must pass through on an emotional level before arriving at a drastically new position if a centrally-held belief is being altered. That’s why discussions, or arguments, as they might be called in philosophical terms, can turn so nasty; our emotions and self-identity are so caught up in many items which make up our belief system that we go into ballistic mode if we feel these are being attacked. I guess we’ll just have to agree to disagree, sometimes.

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Resources: Free course on critical thinking skills (for analysis of written subject matter)
Perceptual Experience and Philosophical Justifications. (an essay on theories of experience)
2017 Ben Shapiro Berkeley lecture

2017 Florian Cramer lecture on the internet and Alt-right

Project Veritas Clinton campaign inciting violence covert interview footage

 

 

 

 

What caused the flurry of fury unleashed by Cramer? What on earth did the commenter do before things descended to the nazi name-calling place? Posted a video, it seems, pretty innocuous stuff, unless you get enraged at people having the gall to drop expensive phones that their parents spent so much money on when they bought them for their precious offspring. Or maybe it was something to do with being an Antifa that triggered him, although I would have thought that the dancing cossacks footage in the first few seconds would be considered a real treat in their eyes. So hard to get right, when there are different outlooks meeting up. The only other Cramer (spelled with a K) that I knew predisposed me to smiling when I think of any or all Cramers (primacy theory), but maybe this one will modify my views (recency theory). But that might be just my perspective on it, and I may well be completely wrong. Anyway, happy May 1st, Florian, whoever you are.MonaLisa_vanEyck Emoji

Florian Cramer bio

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