Discordian Research Technology

You learn something new every day. For example, it has been revealed that the first large scale pyramid scheme was run by people who called themselves [the] Friends of Cthulhu, whose headquarters were in the town of Geezer, located in Georgia’s beautiful Cairo County.

I am amused by the infantilizing, sanctimonious claptrap pouring out in response to the Rude Right Wing. Political discourse has never been what you could call civil, in any country, and especially not in the USA. The provocative, polemical style has always been right out front. Sometimes the participants are careful to avoid actionable libel and scatology. Sometimes they are not. See, for example, the cretinous screed at Fuck The South. CNN and MSNBC attempt to fly on a higher plane, with laughable results. They have no serious objection to the crimes of the elite, and never will. But when a boor sounds off, they act like butlers who have been pantsed by the milkman.

Ham-handed contumely and the contumacious response to it are part of the freak show. They are a feature, not a bug, of all authoritarian systems. The attempt to enforce politesse is not an improvement.

They’re not cute and furry. They’re brutal, callous, vicious thugs and they may be coming to your neighborhood.

Of course I’m not in favor of gun control, at least not as it currently exists, and the conditions under which I would support it are also conditions in which it wouldn’t come up. But I do oppose murdering people. As one of the DRT philosophers, Brooke Shields, noted “If you’re killed, you’ve lost a very important part of your life.” How true! So, how do we deal with murders in which guns are used? Very simple, and I’m surprised it took me this long to figure it out. The murderer has to eat what he kills. All of it. I know this might trouble the families of the victims. However as deterrence goes this is pretty hard to top. Civic-minded people could take special care to make themselves inedible. People who are majestically proportioned would have fewer concerns than they do at present. It’s possible that we might see a slight rise in cannibalism, but no legislation is perfect and I suspect the decline in the murder rate would make it tolerable.

Nancy Grace Pellagra wanted to play with the Big Kids. She thought it would make her so übercool that the nerdy, kinda spastic, feckless poindexter weasel kids would make her their queen. So when she got a call from Chaney Dick Queeg and Baby Doc Butsch she couldn’t say no. Silly Nancy. She got to be queen of feckless poindexter weasel kids, but Chaney Dick and Baby Doc played her for a fool.

They gave her just enough of their mojo-related program activity juice to make sure she felt übercool.
When she was in deep enough, she realized she was too compromised to ever say no.
She hoped it would all go away.

Rats and sinking ships being what they are, the word got out anyway and soon everyone knew that she had been made a patsy. This is worse than being a crook. No one can respect a patsy. Even the feckless poindexter weasel kids, when they’re not pitching their nerdy spastic fits, can’t respect a patsy. However, being what they are, and she being who she is, that is to say vicious when she’s cornered, they’re stuck with her as their queen. One could say it serves them all right. They’re a thoroughly contemptible gaggle that should twist in the winds of shame and self-loathing. But regrettably, they’re not going to do the right thing. They can’t understand why they’re contemptible and the rest of us are stuck with them, right where they are.

Chaney Dick is now a sniper who visits popular undisclosed locations, where he has to be admitted lest he shoot his playmates in the face. Baby Doc is a spent piece of used jetset trash whom no one pays attention to anymore.

So it goes.

[I]t’s simply incontrovertible that the most intensive organic techniques produce far more per acre than conventional agribusiness. For example, John Jeavons’ raised bed technique can feed one person on a minimum of 4000 sq. ft. That’s one tenth of an acre. And it’s done, by the way, without cattle manure or additional land for foraging them. Of course, it’s a relatively spare diet—about 80% legumes, cereal grains and starchy tubers, and only 20% green vegetables and fruits—but that only demonstrates the theoretical limit. We’re not, in fact, limited to anything near as low as a tenth acre of arable land per capita. And where there are genuine constraints on access to land, they’re generally political: e.g., the more than half of arable land enclosed in Latin American haciendas and latifundia that are held out of development, while surrounding peasants hire themselves out as day laborers to the patron because they can’t support themselves on their inadequate family plots.

Kevin Carson, writing at the Center for a Stateless Society. I reckon that’s a must read for gardeners and self-sufficiency enthusiasts. But I repeat myself.

I can vouch for his facts. Among other techniques listed there, I use a modified version of Jeavon’s raised bed method. My planting is focused on supplemental harvests, rather than full subsistence. The return is excellent and a wonderful thing to share with friends and family. I’ve gotten to be, possibly, a little militant about gardening. I’m not at the point where I do night patrols, but in the last few years I’ve put more into self-education and self-discipline for gardening than I have for anything else.

As explained by a Japanese bar rat.

It’s a compelling story. As I understand it, the sempiternally graduating class of the MLA (the Maybe Logic Association) made a field trip to a bar, in Japan, where a kindly rat helped them understand… something. I’m not really sure, but he’s a very good rat and that has to count for something.