Note to the editor [and now to blogreaders as well] Howzit Riaan: i would have sent this to you as an email but there is an issue with finding you that i have given up attempting to resolve ... either i'm technomoronic or you keep well hidden...anyway about how you scooped the news about the Kebble "assisted suicide" without knowing...
With all the fuss over Mr Agliotti's assertion about the assisted suicide I thought I would remind you that you effectively scooped the entire country without knowing it. If you refer to my first blog called 'the Apprentice Hit-man' you will find a reference to the Kebble alleged murder and the story dealt with a man who arranged his own death.You'll note that it was so obvious to me that it reminded me of a story i had written years before and i dug it out and presented it to all blogreaders.
While I'm here it may simply be coincidence but has the Minister of health gone into hiding since my widely read argument between me and Johan Beurain-the piece called 'Manto 1 de lille 0' . One certainly gets a sense that there have been some changes lately? I would like to think i have helped break a deadlock there.
And finally you may be happy to hear that my book '7 Ways to get your money-without resorting to violence or the law' sold out its first 'Beta' edition in ten days and has now just been published again [locally this time] in a second 'Alpha' edition and is moving steadily.
With all the upward interest rate movements taking place now the press is loaded with articles about how people can stagger their payments to control their debt... "7 ways" provides a balance back to the creditor. Maybe my next book should be 7 ways to buy stuff without paying for it[hee hee]
Have a happy festive experience to all blogreaders, bloggists and general humanity.
Best regards and have a happy festive experience.
Nicholas
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
Sunday, December 10, 2006
Leon out, Zuma plays the NPA for centre stage
The soon to be retiring self-styled 'leader of the Official Opposition' in Southern Azania [SA] must be feeling pleased with himself. Most people die before becoming such a recipient of so many eulogies from those considered to be their enemies. One could also argue that the immanent retiree has benefited from his colour coding. A man as thoroughly unpleasant as he, and of a presently more favoured hue, would quite possibly have come to the same ghastly end, as that suffered by a young rising star of impeccable connections this past week- Was that gratuitous murder a stark message, I ask? - Is it being suggested somewhere that there is no place on that right hand side of the emerging political equation for a man of aspiration. That, that side is booked?
But to return for a moment to the 'Soon-to-be-retiree'-Mr Rude and his living eulogies. At least three of the eulogising 'I am going to go and then you'll be sorry' radio presentations that I caught snatches of during the week, while driving around the city, seemed to feature the 'Retiring Leader' himself: doing a pretty good job of being 'as bossy as could be' and reminding us all why we're so glad to see him go-
Of course the whole thing about a eulogy in the first place is that it represents a summing up of an age as represented by the life of the eulogised. The well-lampooned leader of the alleged official opposition represents something that everyone other than his terrified supporters have come to accept, with the same inevitability that we accept the sunrise every morning. He represents an idea that has passed its sell by date.
We have therefore been treated to a well-spun series of bullshit media pieces about how the Official Opposition is so useful: because it in fact almost useless. It snaps away at the heels of those who would hound their enemies to their end of days, in pursuit of vengeance for past misdeeds. However his prissy opposition threatens no one, and everyone else can be bonded together in opposition to it. Perhaps that may be considered useful in the same way that burglar bars are useful even though they block out the view.
The theme of the present orchestrated spin activity tossed out to leaven the news that 'the old order hath not only 'changethed'' but hath 'changethed' irrevocably, is nostalgic: 'those were the best of times', to cannibalise Dickens. [with apologies also to Tennyson: Morte de Arthur].
They were also as Charles [also] pointed out so long ago, 'the worst of times' and this collection of sanctimonious self-seeking politicians who derive their salaries through the officious Mr L- represent that past, at its most ineffectual and gluttonous. I believe it was Cromwell who chased the 'Rump' politicians from the Parliament prior to the Glorious Revolution [1653A.D.] on the grounds that they were largely unrepresentative. 'Go' he said and thus it is repeated to the 'The Official Bookend'.
The so-called alleged 'official opposition' represents mostly terrified minorities and has no real grip on the imagination of the formerly dispossessed majority. It has no future other than what it is: a collection of little firecrackers rattling about while the big people party. Somewhere along the way they missed the moment, assuming there ever was one.
Much of the discussion that has wavered about amongst his startled opponents, centres on the idea that this, convoluted admixture comprising a collective of terrified minorities, can somehow become a national party that could, at a date in the far, far, distant never, never land of the endlessly hopeful future, become the government itself. This is a bit like IBM having been toppled from Big Blue eminence deciding to 're-invent' itself and overtake Microsoft as the global leader in IT technology. They have been attempting to do this since long before the honourable leader of the so-called 'Official Opposition' took up his own set of cudgels. I think even they have accepted that it will never happen, after all did they miss Google, You tube, and whatever the latest story is featuring some kid in sandals, jeans and a blazer?
Much is made of the toleration for the idea of an: 'Official Opposition', in what Margaret Thatcher once described as, '- the thin soil of African [Azanian] democracy'.
The truth is they are tolerated because they are of no use to the people. Their usefulness is exclusive to the 'official' government. They are a convenient element in what would otherwise be an empty charade.
The real opposition in SA political affairs is with the man everyone who matters presently hopes will 'really' go away. The man who is the de facto leader of the 'unofficial' opposition, a man who gets more headlines in a week than the honourable-soon-to-be-retiree got in a political lifetime. The government harbours its own viper. Within the governing party's own disparate, convoluted incongruencies, lie the seeds of the 'Official Opposition's' ultimate irrelevance.
It does not take a huge amount of foresight to see that the so-called 'ultra left' of the party in power is making a last ditch lunge for power. Their spear point is the formidable Mr Z. There is a tide [sorry Brutus] in our affairs currently and it is running full to the brim. The effect of it will be that the retiree's Alliance Party, cobbled together as it has been with such painstaking obsessive purpose, will scatter to the winds as minority party supporters rush to prop up the current ruling party, when this thorn eventually bursts through the Party's skin and the incongruencies papered over by the Party hierarchy are finally lanced.
The real opposition to the present Government comes from its own support base: a systemic fissure that has maintained itself and widened while all the time remaining hidden under the linoleum floor coverings, reinforced constantly by dutiful formalities: formalities that have now been breached. Ironically the inevitable long delayed split may well owe its delay to the common detestation for the honourable soon-to-be-retired leader of the Official Opposition.
It could be that in his selfless desire for political immortality-fulfilling his childhood vision perhaps of the little boy who puts his finger in the crack in the dyke, and saves the country, to become an unknown but well-sung hero-this, simple act of retiring, could become his single most successful moment.
There is a growing groundswell of rage against the obvious profiteering that increasingly seems to be the hallmark of the new regime. Other 'out' people also want to profiteer. A similar groundswell in the USA has seen 'he-who-would-be-Caesar toppled from his pedestal and facing a bleak reality-The people demand an accounting and a huge amount of pussyfooting is needed to keep them at bay and on a leash. As with the Republicans so too with the governing party in SA-Ironically the party is so riven with its own internal strife that it reveals its fear-with the 'official' opposition now denuded and leaderless the moment is at hand for the emergence of the 'informal' opposition. [Sound effects: SFX ] vuvuzela accompaniment.
Much of the pious platitudinising [sic] that has taken place this past week in those odd snatches of the day reserved for such activities has centered on how the retiree's party now should go forward with its general ragbag collection of self-serving pseuds. There is a common consensus that for some reason the party must appoint a person of colour and go forth to conquer the masses. That's like asking an elephant to become a horse. The short answer is 'NOWHERE'. There will never be a future for a party with such a heritage, as this rag and bone collective brings with it, when the stakes are so much higher than they can ever conceive of.
Fact: This party sits to the right of the ruling party no matter their blather to the contrary. That is the territory to which the ruling party must retreat if they are to handle the impossible demands of the people, in the form of a populist mechanic, propelled by those who see absolution in the abolition of the so-called 'scourge' of private property. There would seem to be many who would be in a line of fire if/when the indomitable Mr Z makes his 'Big Move' whatever it turns out to be. One suspects that Mr Z- broods somewhat, and has a long memory.
So retreat they will.
And those voters who were slower than their bosses to recognise that they should have joined the ruling party, back when the Minister of Tourism made his 'Big Move', will desert the so-called 'Official Opposition', in order to prop up the ruling party against the onslaught from the real opposition-'the people': whoever they are.
The best thing that could be said now to the soon to be dishevelled so-called-official opposition is that they have two choices. They can retreat back to their original manifesto, and position themselves as a niche minority party where their quaint views on the naughtiness of corruption and the thieving attitudes of the present, increasingly venal and materially overloaded official 'ruling class', can be viewed as an irritation, rather than a threat; while the real bloodletting gets underway on the other side of the stage. This way they could [possibly] end up holding sufficient voting power to be the kingmakers [feudal irony intended] in much the same way that the redoubtable, albeit unsuitable, Madam Z- balances Lemmer's 'Visdorpie' on the end of a pendulum.
Alternatively they can roll up their socks and join their former leader who, rumour has it, has his heart set on 'ruling' Australia. The masses of the dispossessed and the alienated and the marginalised see many of their own becoming rich and well fed and envy looms larger on their horizons. They cannot respond to the cold logic of market economics. They have already lost that struggle.
Our own 'Ugo Chavez' is no longer on the sidelines, he is strong enough to push a curiously apathetic President off the mike, to calm what may, or may not be, his followers-a significant act given the almost feudal structure of the 'ruling' party.
Note: Those perceptive citizens who listen to 'The Master's Voice' SABC radio news broadcasts will have noted the increasing use of the word 'rule' eg: President Mbeki will attend the inauguration ceremony in Kinshasa of President Kabila who's rule begins today-' No wonder Bemba is miffed. Rule-a feudal term with minimal democratic credibility. The appropriate term would be 'govern': with the consent of the people, to whom they are answerable.
[Q-. Why is the President so seemingly paralysed by the foment that is alleged to be raging within his party-?]
Okay, to get back to the point. The only thing now stranding between Mr Z- and his own populist interpretation of Venezuela's 'Bolivarian Revolution' is the National Prosecuting Authority [NPA] and what they decide to do about his controversial relationship with a well-known, convicted fraudster. This action [should it occur] will be evaluated against what action is taken against a police chief who is also alleged to have a controversial relationship with an accused, alleged murderer, something about which we are reminded daily by the SABC.
Mr Z- a man who seems to have no ideological baggage, could well gamble that people will punt always for the seductive lies represented by the collectivist left, the one that says vote for me and you get everything for free. Who would not want that? 'Vote for ME and I will give you all BASIC PAY'*.
His supporters have also given notice that IF HE IS NOT charged they would create 'hell'. Could the present upsurge in particularly brutal violent crime be associated with that 'hell' on wonders? Everybody wants BASIC PAY.
Should Mr Z's gamble pay off, and that is itself arguable, then there will be a panic movement amongst the supporters of all parties to the right of the ruling party to prevent an even greater perceived enemy from further left from moving in and hogging centre stage.
Thus the 'official [fake] opposition' has now passed its sell-by-date, representing an increasingly out-of-touch set of delusions. They will gradually fade from the scene, to become as obscure as all the rest of the little fishies out there, but nonetheless speaking for special interest groups, as is their right.
The curtain will then open on the long delayed main event - Will the real opposition come out of the closet please. Ah sorry: I forgot. You can't make a move until your leader is out of leg irons. The President's silence becomes less inscrutable.
We will soon discover whether the sinister murder of a talented and upcoming young politically connected star this week was simply part of the random chaos that is enveloping us in bloody violence in our country, threatening our future hopes and aspirations with greater and greater urgency; or part of a fairly low key but longstanding pattern of unsolved, politically associated murders, previously restricted [albeit not exclusively] to the more feudal outlying territories of the country, parts of which are being claimed by an even more feudal entity than the one to which we do not wish to become accustomed..
Will this show therefore have a valid denouement?
And why should we be deprived of that to which we are entitled, by virtue of having bought a ticket?
Cheers-.
'¢ 'Basic Pay' A concept developed in my Prelude piece to the Yonka Memorandum. In the Azanian Konfederacy, Corinth Starr [The Elder] comes from nowhere to win overwhelming success in the 2009 election in SA. She runs initially on a Gender ticket, which brings her the majority vote-Women outnumber men at the polls. She exploits the rage against the rising tide of rape prevailing in the country to capture the vote of those who want it stopped. [and she has a radical programme for stopping it.] She also converts the somewhat discredited idea of a Basic Income Grant [aka BIG] to the idea of BASIC PAY- 'Grant me no favours'-was her rallying slogan. She registered a huge number of dispossessed former voters who turn out and vote for her Gender party in massive numbers, sufficient to overthrow the existing order that realises too late that they are under threat. [I had to cobble together some form of economic theory based on Hernando de Soto's work to give the idea some credence].
'¢ This act [storming to electoral victory] was seen by later historians to demonstrate the extent to which history imitates history; referring in many headlines of the time how a previous leader of the country spent so much time outside the country that he lost touch with the trends, and failed to perceive the threat to his own 'rule'.
But to return for a moment to the 'Soon-to-be-retiree'-Mr Rude and his living eulogies. At least three of the eulogising 'I am going to go and then you'll be sorry' radio presentations that I caught snatches of during the week, while driving around the city, seemed to feature the 'Retiring Leader' himself: doing a pretty good job of being 'as bossy as could be' and reminding us all why we're so glad to see him go-
Of course the whole thing about a eulogy in the first place is that it represents a summing up of an age as represented by the life of the eulogised. The well-lampooned leader of the alleged official opposition represents something that everyone other than his terrified supporters have come to accept, with the same inevitability that we accept the sunrise every morning. He represents an idea that has passed its sell by date.
We have therefore been treated to a well-spun series of bullshit media pieces about how the Official Opposition is so useful: because it in fact almost useless. It snaps away at the heels of those who would hound their enemies to their end of days, in pursuit of vengeance for past misdeeds. However his prissy opposition threatens no one, and everyone else can be bonded together in opposition to it. Perhaps that may be considered useful in the same way that burglar bars are useful even though they block out the view.
The theme of the present orchestrated spin activity tossed out to leaven the news that 'the old order hath not only 'changethed'' but hath 'changethed' irrevocably, is nostalgic: 'those were the best of times', to cannibalise Dickens. [with apologies also to Tennyson: Morte de Arthur].
They were also as Charles [also] pointed out so long ago, 'the worst of times' and this collection of sanctimonious self-seeking politicians who derive their salaries through the officious Mr L- represent that past, at its most ineffectual and gluttonous. I believe it was Cromwell who chased the 'Rump' politicians from the Parliament prior to the Glorious Revolution [1653A.D.] on the grounds that they were largely unrepresentative. 'Go' he said and thus it is repeated to the 'The Official Bookend'.
The so-called alleged 'official opposition' represents mostly terrified minorities and has no real grip on the imagination of the formerly dispossessed majority. It has no future other than what it is: a collection of little firecrackers rattling about while the big people party. Somewhere along the way they missed the moment, assuming there ever was one.
Much of the discussion that has wavered about amongst his startled opponents, centres on the idea that this, convoluted admixture comprising a collective of terrified minorities, can somehow become a national party that could, at a date in the far, far, distant never, never land of the endlessly hopeful future, become the government itself. This is a bit like IBM having been toppled from Big Blue eminence deciding to 're-invent' itself and overtake Microsoft as the global leader in IT technology. They have been attempting to do this since long before the honourable leader of the so-called 'Official Opposition' took up his own set of cudgels. I think even they have accepted that it will never happen, after all did they miss Google, You tube, and whatever the latest story is featuring some kid in sandals, jeans and a blazer?
Much is made of the toleration for the idea of an: 'Official Opposition', in what Margaret Thatcher once described as, '- the thin soil of African [Azanian] democracy'.
The truth is they are tolerated because they are of no use to the people. Their usefulness is exclusive to the 'official' government. They are a convenient element in what would otherwise be an empty charade.
The real opposition in SA political affairs is with the man everyone who matters presently hopes will 'really' go away. The man who is the de facto leader of the 'unofficial' opposition, a man who gets more headlines in a week than the honourable-soon-to-be-retiree got in a political lifetime. The government harbours its own viper. Within the governing party's own disparate, convoluted incongruencies, lie the seeds of the 'Official Opposition's' ultimate irrelevance.
It does not take a huge amount of foresight to see that the so-called 'ultra left' of the party in power is making a last ditch lunge for power. Their spear point is the formidable Mr Z. There is a tide [sorry Brutus] in our affairs currently and it is running full to the brim. The effect of it will be that the retiree's Alliance Party, cobbled together as it has been with such painstaking obsessive purpose, will scatter to the winds as minority party supporters rush to prop up the current ruling party, when this thorn eventually bursts through the Party's skin and the incongruencies papered over by the Party hierarchy are finally lanced.
The real opposition to the present Government comes from its own support base: a systemic fissure that has maintained itself and widened while all the time remaining hidden under the linoleum floor coverings, reinforced constantly by dutiful formalities: formalities that have now been breached. Ironically the inevitable long delayed split may well owe its delay to the common detestation for the honourable soon-to-be-retired leader of the Official Opposition.
It could be that in his selfless desire for political immortality-fulfilling his childhood vision perhaps of the little boy who puts his finger in the crack in the dyke, and saves the country, to become an unknown but well-sung hero-this, simple act of retiring, could become his single most successful moment.
There is a growing groundswell of rage against the obvious profiteering that increasingly seems to be the hallmark of the new regime. Other 'out' people also want to profiteer. A similar groundswell in the USA has seen 'he-who-would-be-Caesar toppled from his pedestal and facing a bleak reality-The people demand an accounting and a huge amount of pussyfooting is needed to keep them at bay and on a leash. As with the Republicans so too with the governing party in SA-Ironically the party is so riven with its own internal strife that it reveals its fear-with the 'official' opposition now denuded and leaderless the moment is at hand for the emergence of the 'informal' opposition. [Sound effects: SFX ] vuvuzela accompaniment.
Much of the pious platitudinising [sic] that has taken place this past week in those odd snatches of the day reserved for such activities has centered on how the retiree's party now should go forward with its general ragbag collection of self-serving pseuds. There is a common consensus that for some reason the party must appoint a person of colour and go forth to conquer the masses. That's like asking an elephant to become a horse. The short answer is 'NOWHERE'. There will never be a future for a party with such a heritage, as this rag and bone collective brings with it, when the stakes are so much higher than they can ever conceive of.
Fact: This party sits to the right of the ruling party no matter their blather to the contrary. That is the territory to which the ruling party must retreat if they are to handle the impossible demands of the people, in the form of a populist mechanic, propelled by those who see absolution in the abolition of the so-called 'scourge' of private property. There would seem to be many who would be in a line of fire if/when the indomitable Mr Z makes his 'Big Move' whatever it turns out to be. One suspects that Mr Z- broods somewhat, and has a long memory.
So retreat they will.
And those voters who were slower than their bosses to recognise that they should have joined the ruling party, back when the Minister of Tourism made his 'Big Move', will desert the so-called 'Official Opposition', in order to prop up the ruling party against the onslaught from the real opposition-'the people': whoever they are.
The best thing that could be said now to the soon to be dishevelled so-called-official opposition is that they have two choices. They can retreat back to their original manifesto, and position themselves as a niche minority party where their quaint views on the naughtiness of corruption and the thieving attitudes of the present, increasingly venal and materially overloaded official 'ruling class', can be viewed as an irritation, rather than a threat; while the real bloodletting gets underway on the other side of the stage. This way they could [possibly] end up holding sufficient voting power to be the kingmakers [feudal irony intended] in much the same way that the redoubtable, albeit unsuitable, Madam Z- balances Lemmer's 'Visdorpie' on the end of a pendulum.
Alternatively they can roll up their socks and join their former leader who, rumour has it, has his heart set on 'ruling' Australia. The masses of the dispossessed and the alienated and the marginalised see many of their own becoming rich and well fed and envy looms larger on their horizons. They cannot respond to the cold logic of market economics. They have already lost that struggle.
Our own 'Ugo Chavez' is no longer on the sidelines, he is strong enough to push a curiously apathetic President off the mike, to calm what may, or may not be, his followers-a significant act given the almost feudal structure of the 'ruling' party.
Note: Those perceptive citizens who listen to 'The Master's Voice' SABC radio news broadcasts will have noted the increasing use of the word 'rule' eg: President Mbeki will attend the inauguration ceremony in Kinshasa of President Kabila who's rule begins today-' No wonder Bemba is miffed. Rule-a feudal term with minimal democratic credibility. The appropriate term would be 'govern': with the consent of the people, to whom they are answerable.
[Q-. Why is the President so seemingly paralysed by the foment that is alleged to be raging within his party-?]
Okay, to get back to the point. The only thing now stranding between Mr Z- and his own populist interpretation of Venezuela's 'Bolivarian Revolution' is the National Prosecuting Authority [NPA] and what they decide to do about his controversial relationship with a well-known, convicted fraudster. This action [should it occur] will be evaluated against what action is taken against a police chief who is also alleged to have a controversial relationship with an accused, alleged murderer, something about which we are reminded daily by the SABC.
Mr Z- a man who seems to have no ideological baggage, could well gamble that people will punt always for the seductive lies represented by the collectivist left, the one that says vote for me and you get everything for free. Who would not want that? 'Vote for ME and I will give you all BASIC PAY'*.
His supporters have also given notice that IF HE IS NOT charged they would create 'hell'. Could the present upsurge in particularly brutal violent crime be associated with that 'hell' on wonders? Everybody wants BASIC PAY.
Should Mr Z's gamble pay off, and that is itself arguable, then there will be a panic movement amongst the supporters of all parties to the right of the ruling party to prevent an even greater perceived enemy from further left from moving in and hogging centre stage.
Thus the 'official [fake] opposition' has now passed its sell-by-date, representing an increasingly out-of-touch set of delusions. They will gradually fade from the scene, to become as obscure as all the rest of the little fishies out there, but nonetheless speaking for special interest groups, as is their right.
The curtain will then open on the long delayed main event - Will the real opposition come out of the closet please. Ah sorry: I forgot. You can't make a move until your leader is out of leg irons. The President's silence becomes less inscrutable.
We will soon discover whether the sinister murder of a talented and upcoming young politically connected star this week was simply part of the random chaos that is enveloping us in bloody violence in our country, threatening our future hopes and aspirations with greater and greater urgency; or part of a fairly low key but longstanding pattern of unsolved, politically associated murders, previously restricted [albeit not exclusively] to the more feudal outlying territories of the country, parts of which are being claimed by an even more feudal entity than the one to which we do not wish to become accustomed..
Will this show therefore have a valid denouement?
And why should we be deprived of that to which we are entitled, by virtue of having bought a ticket?
Cheers-.
'¢ 'Basic Pay' A concept developed in my Prelude piece to the Yonka Memorandum. In the Azanian Konfederacy, Corinth Starr [The Elder] comes from nowhere to win overwhelming success in the 2009 election in SA. She runs initially on a Gender ticket, which brings her the majority vote-Women outnumber men at the polls. She exploits the rage against the rising tide of rape prevailing in the country to capture the vote of those who want it stopped. [and she has a radical programme for stopping it.] She also converts the somewhat discredited idea of a Basic Income Grant [aka BIG] to the idea of BASIC PAY- 'Grant me no favours'-was her rallying slogan. She registered a huge number of dispossessed former voters who turn out and vote for her Gender party in massive numbers, sufficient to overthrow the existing order that realises too late that they are under threat. [I had to cobble together some form of economic theory based on Hernando de Soto's work to give the idea some credence].
'¢ This act [storming to electoral victory] was seen by later historians to demonstrate the extent to which history imitates history; referring in many headlines of the time how a previous leader of the country spent so much time outside the country that he lost touch with the trends, and failed to perceive the threat to his own 'rule'.
Monday, December 4, 2006
Denialsim, Al Gore and the 'End of Days'
How do we describe denialism? - If a litany of evidence arose that consistently indicates that someone is not being entirely truthful would it be sensible to continue to implicitly believe what they say as if the evidence did not exist?
Should we then in the interests of self-interest pretend that all such damming evidence must await an ultimate disaster that may overthrow our enterprise?
During this week I [and you perhaps] have been presented with two instances of evidence being piled up and being absorbed by an ocean of indifferent denial. We have also had [or missed] our opportunities to act according to what we wanted.
The first of these involves a media blitz [in my home turf] regarding the chief of police. Evidence seems to exist that indicates that the chief may have been less than generous with the truth in his earlier observations relating to an ongoing murder investigation, and his involvement with elements incongruous with his status: in other words that he was [allegedly] hanging out with bad guys.
The mainstream media are screaming for the police chief's suspension pending further investigation. The authorities are suggesting that the rules of evidence [innocence 'till proven- ] require that he continue to investigate the crime in which he is alleged to be complicit until he proves himself guilty [or innocent, as the case may transpire-]. The idea that the wolf could well be in the henhouse seems to have been ignored. In being ignored it will only fuel the manifest tensions implicit in our increasingly riven society. On the other hand does anyone really care? Denialism is 'not-caring' in action
The same thought about denialism came to me when I saw Al Gore's movie this week at the cinema nouveaux [sic]. For those readers who missed it, Al Gore, the self-styled former, almost-President, of the USA, whose ancestors, I believe, once owned the land on which Washington was built, presumably after having 'removed' any previous inhabitants somehow, and who has some form of familial relationship to both the writer Gore Vidal and Mrs Jackie Onassis; this same Al Gore has produced a 'wunderkind' movie called 'an inconvenient truth' which makes a most plausible case for an impending global catastrophe of the likes unheard of since I wrote my [far less heralded] 21 episode piece called the Azanian Konfederacy some years ago.
I went to see the movie loaded with scepticism-In mind I had the recollection of my distaste at the so-thoroughly propagandistic [sic] piece of filmmaking -Fahrenheit 9/11 produced by that fellow Moore- I appreciated his basic movie- its style intent and argument, but found the absence of balance irritating. Ultimately. I was left less than convinced by the fellow's virulently partisan argument. In a sense he went so far over the top that his case simply imploded, and his vested interest was exposed for all too see.
By contrast Gore's message is all too real-The power being in the visuals...certainly one of the more impressive PowerPoint presentations I've seen over the years, and much of it validated [to me] by my own research over the past fifteen years leading up to my 'Azanian Konfederacy' Web presentations, January 2004.
With the Azanian Konfederacy I was setting out to construct a world that would be the context for the serialising cybersoapie [as I call it] the Yonka Memorandum, which is a giant 'work-in-progress' thing that I shall now return to: having finally signed off on the definitive Alpha edition of my book ' 7 Ways to get your money'-a handbook for debt collecting, which is proving as popular and entertaining as I had hoped and intended.
In order to write that story -the Yonka, - which I have been fooling around with now for more than twenty years [time flies while you're having fun raising families and garnering wealth while words plod unexceptionally along] - I had to answer the question how did the world of my futuristic story [the Yonka Memorandum] come to be. Was it a dystopian world -it certainly is not utopian- but is it perhaps just a normal world like the one we know now but different because the values of that time [in the future] were different?
What I wanted for part three of my series: the Azanian Quartet, [the Yonka is part three], was/is a world in which a woman could [if she chose] walk naked the length and breadth of the Konfederacy with a purse of gold upon her head and not be molested.
There is an alleged precedent for this. Apparently the short-lived Mongol Empire was such a place. But there the basis was terror. The awful fate that befell anyone who molested a traveller combined with the awful fate of all that person's relatives and extending associates who were all put to death in a most uncongenial way [not that I'm implying that there is a 'congenial' way to put anyone to death] so completely terrorise the local [wherever that was] citizenry that years went by without a traveller being molested, thereby giving rise the myth about the naked wanderer and the purse of gold
A simple requirement you may think. Just write about that world. My purpose was to write an adventure story set in a time when violence generally was exceptional not normal [by contrast to parts one and two where violence was standard] and how did one create such a world given that when I was writing all this I was living in one of the world's most dangerous cities; a place in which I had had my own brushes with death, on many occasions?
My solution was to generate a catastrophe of such proportions that the world would be changed utterly by its outcome-It would in fact be the much heralded Armageddon-except that it came in the form of Tsunamis, earthquakes and all the horrors predicted by Nostradamus, Siener, the Mayans and of course Revelations, followed of course by all sorts of nasty genocidal activcities on the part of the survivors...escaping the drowning Indonesian archipeligoes and the freezing northern hemisphere.
Over a lifetime of shacking up in 'one night stand' hotels across the continent I have found myself reading Revelations on many occasions, in the wee hours, when unfamiliar surroundings drive out sleep; and, having read the local rag, I would toss and turn with the Gibbons standby bibles that proliferate, in hotel bedrooms, just about everywhere I've ever been.
I am an inherently secular person but nonetheless found myself asking the question-could such things be plausible? I thought this, back then in the early eighties when I first contrived this plot, that has not yet been written to completion-Then I was too early, like the fax machines I used to sell then-now it seems, according to Gore, that I may be too late, like those fax machines that are now obsolete.
Everything I have researched over the past two decades is reinforced by Gore's conclusions. The world is in peril and the most important part of the problem [Gore seems to imply ] is the fact that there are more and more people pouring onto the planet and demanding shit.
Which brings us back to denialism.
When I drive about the city, which I do daily, I see no signs of the impending chaos predicted equally daily by the mainstream media. Over the past month for instance three, formerly inconvenient and time consuming intersections along my route have been quietly and efficiently upgraded, to facilitate effective traffic movement. The pavement outside my house [and the rest of the street] was recently demolished by the city council; to lay new electrical piping. They also ripped up my brick [paved] driveway and promised they would 'fix it later'. Well it was later-later came-
they said about five weeks and about five weeks later people came and fixed the driveway- and now the trench that marred its beauty it is almost unnoticeable.
The streetlights go out and are fixed. Most weeks the garbage collectors collect the garbage -sometimes it takes all day for them to arrive and occasionally they are travelling the suburb at 21.oo but it is usually collected-I also heard only two gunshots in the night this week and it has been some months since I heard the last, compared to fifteen years ago when the gunfire was continuous.
Nonetheless Mr Gore assures us that we have about ten years to make important changes to the world or face catastrophe and we all know that we [the human race] can barely cope with the effects of living now, never mind living in a never land of the future, which may, or may not occur. And there are many who dispute with considerable substance that the problem described by Mr Gore is either real or inevitable. Others argue with disturbing conviction that the real issue is that there as a proliferation of poor people and that no programmes can cope and that perhaps the real programme requires unpleasant action..
My novel, the Yonka Memorandum is set in a future age well after the events that caused so many catastrophes; when the participants in the story have only the sketchiest knowledge or understanding of what happened, except that it was the time the world changed. In effect I was contemplating what happens when we reach the end of the script- in this case the script represented by 'Revelations' the arch- document of the gloom and doomists-
Imagine if you would, interviewing ten citizens at random: about an event today, and you would perhaps get some solid committed answers. Ask about an event ten years ago, say, the assassination of the person I call Konstant Mann, an event that almost caused our emerging democracy to come unstuck, and most of the ten would be a tad hasty although they may recollect the event. Ask about the Bambata Rebellion or the battle of Isandlwana, the so-called Third Frontier War, or even the war of 1899-1902 and their eyes will glaze over; and they will either puzzle or remain blank
This is the condition of the characters in my novel-The world picked itself up after the disaster and continued as it may well have done in the dim and distant past--[or if you prefer to be more real...as we all did after the great tsunami a few years back...
We have no real knowledge of our extreme past-10,000 years back but we do have a planet full of unexplained and inexplicable architectural artefacts; and as many inexplicable folk tales. People just get on with their lives irrespective of the chaos apparently reigning all about: the way those road workers put up those useful traffic circles last month and the other worker fellows who eventually, working their plod, plod way, along behind the diggers, reached my house and fixed the driveway. The idea that the sky is falling down and everything is about to end is too ridiculous for words: superstitious nonsense really...isn't it?
In my preparations for the world-to-come in my novel I explored the role of the so called Atlantic Conveyer system, and found, as Mr Gore now proclaims, that it has been under threat for so long now the damage is probably irreversible and Europe stares a Newfoundland style climate in the face within Mr Gore's decade without being able to do anything about it.
In my story I created a catastrophe that decimates the East coast of the United States and another that implodes the U S West coast, reducing the United States to a non-player in planetary affairs. The extended catastrophe decimates Japan and sets China back a decade during which time all the pent up rage stored as Yang energy by the infinitely suffering Chinese citizen, explodes in rage; and the forty million men deprived of access to a woman through the outcome of the one child policies of the present regime in China, rampage and consume all.
In our own world [here in the place i call Zone One ]we come face to face with the water supply crisis that is Zone One's Achilles heel [Zone one is my fiction name for the "hard-to-pronounce" term Gauteng] and my heroine, taking her cue from similar projects in Spain and Australia undertakes to build the five, one kilometre high, Towers, that come to dominate the North Western corner of the tiny province and which supplement the water supplies to the city through evaporation and also provide for massive scale horticulture.
What freaked me out watching an 'inconvenient truth' was not that the subject may be pure propaganda for the eco-fascist movement. [This movement apparently tacitly concedes that for the world to survive the coming eco-meltdown predicted with such glee by so many for so long now, it will be necessary to reduce the global population by about four fifths. They assume this will occur through natural selection and perhaps much of it will.] Gore makes no such suggestions. He simply presents an accumulation of facts that have been piling up, according to my own delving, for decades now, and demonstrates the visual imagery that makes his case so profoundly real.
For instance he reveals footage of buildings sinking into the melting permafrost of Siberia. I scene I found to be almost incredible. I had read recently that Siberia was melting and saw some footage on a recent BBC programme but the visuals of what is happening were profound. The poignancy for me was also astounding:
During 1978 I gave a lecture at the now University of Zimbabwe. I spoke to a hostile audience, generally sourced from the various departments of the social sciences. The subject of my presentation related to the inevitable and impending collapse of the [now] former Soviet Union. As we now know the place collapsed eleven years later.
I have never considered the likelihood of a communist style repressive State surviving and prospering to be anything but inherently implausible, and so part of my argument in my speech related to rumours [now known to be well founded] that the Russian drive to exploit the oil reserves of Siberia were being thwarted by their inability to develop home grown drilling technology to facilitate access to the oil through 600 feet of rock solid permafrost.
This revelation proved too disingenuous for my audience who accused me of being a "Smith stooge" and a "capitalist lackey", a "fascist" and other uncool stuff and I had to be escorted off the campus by the campus security for my own safety. In fact I was lucky to get off the stage undamaged by flying chairs and other missiles. It was good practice for the many bullets dodged on another occasion later.
Now here we are, not thirty years gone past and that solid, multi millenia old, permafrost that arguably proved the undoing of the Soviet Union is melting- why? - What happened? Gore suggests that centuries of climate affecting carbon emissions have finally reached a tipping point and the effect of warming is on an accelerating curve.
In my fictional world I suggested that the tipping point was accelerated by an event that precipitated what I called: 'The Ringing'. Gore doesn't mention this, perhaps because the two country's concerned are now American allies and Mr Gore's presentation is an inherently bi-partisan one [in an American sense]. Perhaps he doesn't mention it because he gives it no credence, or perhaps none of his advisers, being scientific fellows, have given it credence.
As we know [and I have mentioned before] in 1998 India and Pakistan exploded a flurry of underground nuclear devices over a period of six months in a tit for tat episode in their serialised half-century conflict. Now, notwithstanding the arguments presented by numerous scientific types that the planet is too big to be affected by six nuclear explosions, even allowing for the cumulative shock wave effect, and that the idea that the earth's axial rotation process was disrupted by the patterning of the explosions, I will persist in my hypothesis that what is affected is the resonance's of the planet.
Mr Gore spends some of his movie referring to the many expert opinions that global warming was an illusion, and how they have been debunked; and my contention is that our knowledge of how the planet works is so inherently rudimentary that the idea that the planet 'biorhythms' if you like could have been abruptly disrupted by the compounding impact of nuclear energy patterns can not be simply ignored out of hand-So in the classic tradition of the 'dime store novel' I asked 'what if' - the planet's biorhythms were fatally [from our limited perspective] wounded by the combined effect of a triple nuclear double-tap [see my piece 'The triple nuclear double-tap'] and the vibration patterns became disruptive in some way. [In the same way that your car's wheel's 'bounce' and the steering wheel shudders at particular speeds when your tyres are not properly balanced.]
Reviewing Mr Gore's presentation the idea that long standing trends are now accelerating to and beyond [perhaps] a tipping point seems more plausible than my dramatic Nuclear Ringing option-Either way the eight years since those explosions have been wracked with global disasters on an unprecedented scale many of them, almost disproportionately in the tectonic plate regions served by India and Pakistan.
In my fictional world the clouded memories of my characters have only a blurred recollection of the horror that came one night, generations earlier, on the 23rd of December 2012. My deadline is earlier than Mr Gore's and it could be a race as to whether my fiction or his fact turns out to be the Planet's truth. What is certain is that we may know the real story behind the present wave of denials about the actions [or inactions] of our police chief, long before we know whether Mr Gore or I, proved right or wrong.
In the meantime I have hedged my bets. I own property high above the projected new sea levels on a large piece of ground in Zone One. In my fictional world I wiped out Cape Town and the entire coastline of the country [following a secondary disaster actually hinted at but not explored by Mr Gore], which raised the global sea level by twenty metres. When I contrived this concept back in the nineties, I was being expansive -common wisdom prevailing only half a decade ago put sea level rising at about a metre over a century. Mr Gore now suggests far more than my generous twenty metres, and by twenty twenty nogal.
I also wiped out Mozambique, much of which is below 200 metres [above sea level] and had a tsunami scoop a giant land bridge between Africa and Madagascar. Indonesians invade Africa across the land bridge from Madagascar, to which millions of Indonesians fled after the great flooding, claiming ancient kinship ties of language as the basis of their claim to rights over Madagascar. [Ironically internally in South Africa [Southern Azania] the North West province secedes from the Republic and joins their blood brothers in Botswana in culmination of an ancient claim by that country on the territory .. I never referred in my text to the recent Swazi claim on the province of Mpumalanga, but based on the Mugabe precedent affirmed by the South African government, which as we know upholds the reasonable right to reclaim land arbitrarily confiscated by earlier regimes. Such claims were regarded by the International court to have credence.
[In other words if Robert Mugabe can seriously and legitimately claim back the confiscated farmlands of his despised former colonialist citizens on the grounds that the lands were originally misappropriated by ancestors of said colonialists, who is to gainsay the veracity of Swaziland's claims that the same circumstances apply to the loss of their South African holdings in the nineteenth centuries, and that the Mugabe precedent, in fact the Israeli precedent as well, opens the door to retrospective claimants..]
Okay- I think that I have made my point- If Mr Gore is right [and the jury is still in deliberation] the rules of denial so manifest in the official response to the news about the police chief will make it a certainty that the impending catastrophe he is predicting for us shall come to pass and that as biblical types would have it, we are truly, living in 'the end of days,' and that it is therefore time to Party, Party, Party-
-.
Cheers.
Should we then in the interests of self-interest pretend that all such damming evidence must await an ultimate disaster that may overthrow our enterprise?
During this week I [and you perhaps] have been presented with two instances of evidence being piled up and being absorbed by an ocean of indifferent denial. We have also had [or missed] our opportunities to act according to what we wanted.
The first of these involves a media blitz [in my home turf] regarding the chief of police. Evidence seems to exist that indicates that the chief may have been less than generous with the truth in his earlier observations relating to an ongoing murder investigation, and his involvement with elements incongruous with his status: in other words that he was [allegedly] hanging out with bad guys.
The mainstream media are screaming for the police chief's suspension pending further investigation. The authorities are suggesting that the rules of evidence [innocence 'till proven- ] require that he continue to investigate the crime in which he is alleged to be complicit until he proves himself guilty [or innocent, as the case may transpire-]. The idea that the wolf could well be in the henhouse seems to have been ignored. In being ignored it will only fuel the manifest tensions implicit in our increasingly riven society. On the other hand does anyone really care? Denialism is 'not-caring' in action
The same thought about denialism came to me when I saw Al Gore's movie this week at the cinema nouveaux [sic]. For those readers who missed it, Al Gore, the self-styled former, almost-President, of the USA, whose ancestors, I believe, once owned the land on which Washington was built, presumably after having 'removed' any previous inhabitants somehow, and who has some form of familial relationship to both the writer Gore Vidal and Mrs Jackie Onassis; this same Al Gore has produced a 'wunderkind' movie called 'an inconvenient truth' which makes a most plausible case for an impending global catastrophe of the likes unheard of since I wrote my [far less heralded] 21 episode piece called the Azanian Konfederacy some years ago.
I went to see the movie loaded with scepticism-In mind I had the recollection of my distaste at the so-thoroughly propagandistic [sic] piece of filmmaking -Fahrenheit 9/11 produced by that fellow Moore- I appreciated his basic movie- its style intent and argument, but found the absence of balance irritating. Ultimately. I was left less than convinced by the fellow's virulently partisan argument. In a sense he went so far over the top that his case simply imploded, and his vested interest was exposed for all too see.
By contrast Gore's message is all too real-The power being in the visuals...certainly one of the more impressive PowerPoint presentations I've seen over the years, and much of it validated [to me] by my own research over the past fifteen years leading up to my 'Azanian Konfederacy' Web presentations, January 2004.
With the Azanian Konfederacy I was setting out to construct a world that would be the context for the serialising cybersoapie [as I call it] the Yonka Memorandum, which is a giant 'work-in-progress' thing that I shall now return to: having finally signed off on the definitive Alpha edition of my book ' 7 Ways to get your money'-a handbook for debt collecting, which is proving as popular and entertaining as I had hoped and intended.
In order to write that story -the Yonka, - which I have been fooling around with now for more than twenty years [time flies while you're having fun raising families and garnering wealth while words plod unexceptionally along] - I had to answer the question how did the world of my futuristic story [the Yonka Memorandum] come to be. Was it a dystopian world -it certainly is not utopian- but is it perhaps just a normal world like the one we know now but different because the values of that time [in the future] were different?
What I wanted for part three of my series: the Azanian Quartet, [the Yonka is part three], was/is a world in which a woman could [if she chose] walk naked the length and breadth of the Konfederacy with a purse of gold upon her head and not be molested.
There is an alleged precedent for this. Apparently the short-lived Mongol Empire was such a place. But there the basis was terror. The awful fate that befell anyone who molested a traveller combined with the awful fate of all that person's relatives and extending associates who were all put to death in a most uncongenial way [not that I'm implying that there is a 'congenial' way to put anyone to death] so completely terrorise the local [wherever that was] citizenry that years went by without a traveller being molested, thereby giving rise the myth about the naked wanderer and the purse of gold
A simple requirement you may think. Just write about that world. My purpose was to write an adventure story set in a time when violence generally was exceptional not normal [by contrast to parts one and two where violence was standard] and how did one create such a world given that when I was writing all this I was living in one of the world's most dangerous cities; a place in which I had had my own brushes with death, on many occasions?
My solution was to generate a catastrophe of such proportions that the world would be changed utterly by its outcome-It would in fact be the much heralded Armageddon-except that it came in the form of Tsunamis, earthquakes and all the horrors predicted by Nostradamus, Siener, the Mayans and of course Revelations, followed of course by all sorts of nasty genocidal activcities on the part of the survivors...escaping the drowning Indonesian archipeligoes and the freezing northern hemisphere.
Over a lifetime of shacking up in 'one night stand' hotels across the continent I have found myself reading Revelations on many occasions, in the wee hours, when unfamiliar surroundings drive out sleep; and, having read the local rag, I would toss and turn with the Gibbons standby bibles that proliferate, in hotel bedrooms, just about everywhere I've ever been.
I am an inherently secular person but nonetheless found myself asking the question-could such things be plausible? I thought this, back then in the early eighties when I first contrived this plot, that has not yet been written to completion-Then I was too early, like the fax machines I used to sell then-now it seems, according to Gore, that I may be too late, like those fax machines that are now obsolete.
Everything I have researched over the past two decades is reinforced by Gore's conclusions. The world is in peril and the most important part of the problem [Gore seems to imply ] is the fact that there are more and more people pouring onto the planet and demanding shit.
Which brings us back to denialism.
When I drive about the city, which I do daily, I see no signs of the impending chaos predicted equally daily by the mainstream media. Over the past month for instance three, formerly inconvenient and time consuming intersections along my route have been quietly and efficiently upgraded, to facilitate effective traffic movement. The pavement outside my house [and the rest of the street] was recently demolished by the city council; to lay new electrical piping. They also ripped up my brick [paved] driveway and promised they would 'fix it later'. Well it was later-later came-
they said about five weeks and about five weeks later people came and fixed the driveway- and now the trench that marred its beauty it is almost unnoticeable.
The streetlights go out and are fixed. Most weeks the garbage collectors collect the garbage -sometimes it takes all day for them to arrive and occasionally they are travelling the suburb at 21.oo but it is usually collected-I also heard only two gunshots in the night this week and it has been some months since I heard the last, compared to fifteen years ago when the gunfire was continuous.
Nonetheless Mr Gore assures us that we have about ten years to make important changes to the world or face catastrophe and we all know that we [the human race] can barely cope with the effects of living now, never mind living in a never land of the future, which may, or may not occur. And there are many who dispute with considerable substance that the problem described by Mr Gore is either real or inevitable. Others argue with disturbing conviction that the real issue is that there as a proliferation of poor people and that no programmes can cope and that perhaps the real programme requires unpleasant action..
My novel, the Yonka Memorandum is set in a future age well after the events that caused so many catastrophes; when the participants in the story have only the sketchiest knowledge or understanding of what happened, except that it was the time the world changed. In effect I was contemplating what happens when we reach the end of the script- in this case the script represented by 'Revelations' the arch- document of the gloom and doomists-
Imagine if you would, interviewing ten citizens at random: about an event today, and you would perhaps get some solid committed answers. Ask about an event ten years ago, say, the assassination of the person I call Konstant Mann, an event that almost caused our emerging democracy to come unstuck, and most of the ten would be a tad hasty although they may recollect the event. Ask about the Bambata Rebellion or the battle of Isandlwana, the so-called Third Frontier War, or even the war of 1899-1902 and their eyes will glaze over; and they will either puzzle or remain blank
This is the condition of the characters in my novel-The world picked itself up after the disaster and continued as it may well have done in the dim and distant past--[or if you prefer to be more real...as we all did after the great tsunami a few years back...
We have no real knowledge of our extreme past-10,000 years back but we do have a planet full of unexplained and inexplicable architectural artefacts; and as many inexplicable folk tales. People just get on with their lives irrespective of the chaos apparently reigning all about: the way those road workers put up those useful traffic circles last month and the other worker fellows who eventually, working their plod, plod way, along behind the diggers, reached my house and fixed the driveway. The idea that the sky is falling down and everything is about to end is too ridiculous for words: superstitious nonsense really...isn't it?
In my preparations for the world-to-come in my novel I explored the role of the so called Atlantic Conveyer system, and found, as Mr Gore now proclaims, that it has been under threat for so long now the damage is probably irreversible and Europe stares a Newfoundland style climate in the face within Mr Gore's decade without being able to do anything about it.
In my story I created a catastrophe that decimates the East coast of the United States and another that implodes the U S West coast, reducing the United States to a non-player in planetary affairs. The extended catastrophe decimates Japan and sets China back a decade during which time all the pent up rage stored as Yang energy by the infinitely suffering Chinese citizen, explodes in rage; and the forty million men deprived of access to a woman through the outcome of the one child policies of the present regime in China, rampage and consume all.
In our own world [here in the place i call Zone One ]we come face to face with the water supply crisis that is Zone One's Achilles heel [Zone one is my fiction name for the "hard-to-pronounce" term Gauteng] and my heroine, taking her cue from similar projects in Spain and Australia undertakes to build the five, one kilometre high, Towers, that come to dominate the North Western corner of the tiny province and which supplement the water supplies to the city through evaporation and also provide for massive scale horticulture.
What freaked me out watching an 'inconvenient truth' was not that the subject may be pure propaganda for the eco-fascist movement. [This movement apparently tacitly concedes that for the world to survive the coming eco-meltdown predicted with such glee by so many for so long now, it will be necessary to reduce the global population by about four fifths. They assume this will occur through natural selection and perhaps much of it will.] Gore makes no such suggestions. He simply presents an accumulation of facts that have been piling up, according to my own delving, for decades now, and demonstrates the visual imagery that makes his case so profoundly real.
For instance he reveals footage of buildings sinking into the melting permafrost of Siberia. I scene I found to be almost incredible. I had read recently that Siberia was melting and saw some footage on a recent BBC programme but the visuals of what is happening were profound. The poignancy for me was also astounding:
During 1978 I gave a lecture at the now University of Zimbabwe. I spoke to a hostile audience, generally sourced from the various departments of the social sciences. The subject of my presentation related to the inevitable and impending collapse of the [now] former Soviet Union. As we now know the place collapsed eleven years later.
I have never considered the likelihood of a communist style repressive State surviving and prospering to be anything but inherently implausible, and so part of my argument in my speech related to rumours [now known to be well founded] that the Russian drive to exploit the oil reserves of Siberia were being thwarted by their inability to develop home grown drilling technology to facilitate access to the oil through 600 feet of rock solid permafrost.
This revelation proved too disingenuous for my audience who accused me of being a "Smith stooge" and a "capitalist lackey", a "fascist" and other uncool stuff and I had to be escorted off the campus by the campus security for my own safety. In fact I was lucky to get off the stage undamaged by flying chairs and other missiles. It was good practice for the many bullets dodged on another occasion later.
Now here we are, not thirty years gone past and that solid, multi millenia old, permafrost that arguably proved the undoing of the Soviet Union is melting- why? - What happened? Gore suggests that centuries of climate affecting carbon emissions have finally reached a tipping point and the effect of warming is on an accelerating curve.
In my fictional world I suggested that the tipping point was accelerated by an event that precipitated what I called: 'The Ringing'. Gore doesn't mention this, perhaps because the two country's concerned are now American allies and Mr Gore's presentation is an inherently bi-partisan one [in an American sense]. Perhaps he doesn't mention it because he gives it no credence, or perhaps none of his advisers, being scientific fellows, have given it credence.
As we know [and I have mentioned before] in 1998 India and Pakistan exploded a flurry of underground nuclear devices over a period of six months in a tit for tat episode in their serialised half-century conflict. Now, notwithstanding the arguments presented by numerous scientific types that the planet is too big to be affected by six nuclear explosions, even allowing for the cumulative shock wave effect, and that the idea that the earth's axial rotation process was disrupted by the patterning of the explosions, I will persist in my hypothesis that what is affected is the resonance's of the planet.
Mr Gore spends some of his movie referring to the many expert opinions that global warming was an illusion, and how they have been debunked; and my contention is that our knowledge of how the planet works is so inherently rudimentary that the idea that the planet 'biorhythms' if you like could have been abruptly disrupted by the compounding impact of nuclear energy patterns can not be simply ignored out of hand-So in the classic tradition of the 'dime store novel' I asked 'what if' - the planet's biorhythms were fatally [from our limited perspective] wounded by the combined effect of a triple nuclear double-tap [see my piece 'The triple nuclear double-tap'] and the vibration patterns became disruptive in some way. [In the same way that your car's wheel's 'bounce' and the steering wheel shudders at particular speeds when your tyres are not properly balanced.]
Reviewing Mr Gore's presentation the idea that long standing trends are now accelerating to and beyond [perhaps] a tipping point seems more plausible than my dramatic Nuclear Ringing option-Either way the eight years since those explosions have been wracked with global disasters on an unprecedented scale many of them, almost disproportionately in the tectonic plate regions served by India and Pakistan.
In my fictional world the clouded memories of my characters have only a blurred recollection of the horror that came one night, generations earlier, on the 23rd of December 2012. My deadline is earlier than Mr Gore's and it could be a race as to whether my fiction or his fact turns out to be the Planet's truth. What is certain is that we may know the real story behind the present wave of denials about the actions [or inactions] of our police chief, long before we know whether Mr Gore or I, proved right or wrong.
In the meantime I have hedged my bets. I own property high above the projected new sea levels on a large piece of ground in Zone One. In my fictional world I wiped out Cape Town and the entire coastline of the country [following a secondary disaster actually hinted at but not explored by Mr Gore], which raised the global sea level by twenty metres. When I contrived this concept back in the nineties, I was being expansive -common wisdom prevailing only half a decade ago put sea level rising at about a metre over a century. Mr Gore now suggests far more than my generous twenty metres, and by twenty twenty nogal.
I also wiped out Mozambique, much of which is below 200 metres [above sea level] and had a tsunami scoop a giant land bridge between Africa and Madagascar. Indonesians invade Africa across the land bridge from Madagascar, to which millions of Indonesians fled after the great flooding, claiming ancient kinship ties of language as the basis of their claim to rights over Madagascar. [Ironically internally in South Africa [Southern Azania] the North West province secedes from the Republic and joins their blood brothers in Botswana in culmination of an ancient claim by that country on the territory .. I never referred in my text to the recent Swazi claim on the province of Mpumalanga, but based on the Mugabe precedent affirmed by the South African government, which as we know upholds the reasonable right to reclaim land arbitrarily confiscated by earlier regimes. Such claims were regarded by the International court to have credence.
[In other words if Robert Mugabe can seriously and legitimately claim back the confiscated farmlands of his despised former colonialist citizens on the grounds that the lands were originally misappropriated by ancestors of said colonialists, who is to gainsay the veracity of Swaziland's claims that the same circumstances apply to the loss of their South African holdings in the nineteenth centuries, and that the Mugabe precedent, in fact the Israeli precedent as well, opens the door to retrospective claimants..]
Okay- I think that I have made my point- If Mr Gore is right [and the jury is still in deliberation] the rules of denial so manifest in the official response to the news about the police chief will make it a certainty that the impending catastrophe he is predicting for us shall come to pass and that as biblical types would have it, we are truly, living in 'the end of days,' and that it is therefore time to Party, Party, Party-
-.
Cheers.
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