Nibiru did for bullshit what Stonehenge did for rocks.

Nibiru, doubtless you’ve been made aware of this pseudoscientific, utterly preposterous, inane bullshit. For those who haven’t yet had the misfortune To encounter it, I shall present a brief summation.

 

http://www.crystalinks.com/nibiru.html

http://paranormal.about.com/library/weekly/aa021102a.htm

 

Now, you can imagine the lengths to which this sort of thing has been taken with the 2012 crowd. In 2012, Nibiru will obliterate Earth when its orbit comes into conflict with ours, asteroids and destruction will reign down from the planet of our progenitors. And then, unexpectedly, Jesus will fly down on a chariot “made of chocolate feathers,” …

 

In truth it does no good to dispute these claims, because those who make them are certain, they KNOW the truth of their statements, they have Zecharia Sitchin!!!

Kind of like the scientologists have L. Ron Hubbard, or the Heaven’s Gate cult had Marshall Applewhite, People’s temple had Jim Jones, Well, perhaps it’s a bit unfair to compare an “academic” to leaders of suicide cults. Nonetheless, the principle remains the same–blind faith in self-appointed leaders whose purpose is to provide a sense of the sacred after the end of Christianity’s stranglehold on civilization. This end was brought about by the enlightenment–which lead to its own problems, such as the domination of instrumental rationality–but that’s for another post. The point here is that with religion no longer a credible conception of the world, thanks to science and natural explanations for religious phenomena, people have to look elsewhere for their sense of mystery and mysticism. This all springs from a desire to place humanity above nature, to provide people with an impression of their own significance. We’re special!! We were created by aliens; they placed 20 percent of their genetic material in us!! Or, we’re saved, Jesus loves us, and he’s gonna take us with him when the world comes to its inevitable end as foretold by the bible! You know, the bible, with the talking snake, the man swallowed by the whale, or the children who mock Elisha and are subsequently torn to pieces by bears, the worldwide flood that archaeologists don’t believe ever occurred, … a paragon of verisimilitude if ever there was one.

 

It’s all so patently infantile.

 

 

Z

The Ballad of Billy and Oscar

This is an excellent song that perfectly illustrates my philosophy of the idividual, as well as the gnostic knowledge that resides within us all. Enjoy!!

 

Z

 

The Ballad of Billy and Oscar

By

Jim Dickenson

I sing of the swift and mysterious style

Of Billy the swift and Oscar the wild,

Upstarts and outlaws and lords of the night

With destinys dark as their spirits were light.

Now Oscar the liar and Billy the thief

Subscribed to no orthodox code of belief

But they mastered each moment that passed like the wind

With the quicksilver motion of pistol or pen.

‘Cause when you’re as fresh as a flower

and quick as a snake….

And full of the power of the magic you make

Decisions just flow from you lighter than air

Crisp and seditious, vicious but fair,

Singin’ “stand and deliver right down to your boots

‘Cause I’m quick on the trigger and I brook no dispute

And I’ll take what I fancy and burn all the rest

And leave you like Adam in your innocence dressed.”

One grew from the seed of the Irish elite

One sprang like a weed through a crack in the street

But who’s to say which is more blessed or more cursed

The worst of the best or the best of the worst?

Cause in the great homes of Dublin and the Manhatten slum

In the heart of the child is the man he becomes

And the great Irish surgeon and the Manhatten whore

Got a highway to hell and run right by the door

Young Billy rode west on his dangerous team

Oscar come dressed like some outrageous queen

They could both tree a town, take the money and run

One wagging his pistol, the other his tongue,

‘Cause you keep movin’ on and you never look back

Livin’ out on your own there’s no sides of the track.

Cause you come and you’re gone with a price on your head

There are two kinds of outlaws,

The quick and the dead.

In the bloom days of Leadville goes the local vignette

Out lookin’ for love without guilt or regret

These veteran highwaymen met face to face

In the halls of a whorehouse for specialized tastes

And in a candlelit room full of envious eyes,

They shared them a meal and some excellent lies

With a black girl in buckskin and a Blackfoot in drag

For Billy the virgin and Oscar the fag.

And they dwelt upon matters of language and art

The relative size of their masculine parts

And the need to admit what you do in the dark

When you live by your wits and you shoot from your heart.

And you squander the treasure and you treasure the blame

And you take every pleasure to the threshold of pain

And you measure your freedom by the weight of your chain

And the terror and the wonder of the ultimate game

So, wasted on red eye and green appertif

And in total contempt for the Leadville police

They strolled down the block smokin’ French cigarettes

And then purchased an add in the Leadville Gazette.

An’ it was published on Sunday in a black bordered box

With headlines, “Attention All Critics and Cops”

Two desperate outlaws deserving the name

Seek one honest Christian with a comparable claim

And will gladly reward any upstanding man

Who does what he must and not just what he can

Who don’t need a heaven to live or to die

Or need to be threatened to reach for the sky

‘Cause they’ve come to discover that the wrong and the right

Define one another like the day and the night

That there’s none free and equal this side of the grave

And the good and the evil can be equally brave

But they waited in vain and gathering dusk

On the edge of the plain with their hearts filled with dust

From explaining to friends they knew better than trust

That the wages of fame was ashes and rust

That you set all you won against what you lost

The wonders ya’ done with the lovers it’s cost

It’s a rising expense on a descending curve

Towards the ultimate failure of muscle and nerve

Know there’s more to the journey

Than the distance traversed

And the price of the ticket comes out of the purse.

Still the end when it came seemed too well rehearsed

Though Oscar fell painfully, Billy fell first

And there followed this audible sigh of relief

From the bankers and lawyers and merchants of grief

Who could now pray on Sunday and prey on the week

Untroubled by outlaws with a moral critique

That’s all that remains of the bravest and best

Of these hell-bent and hardbitten sons of the west

And it shines undiminished right down to this day

As pure and unblemished as Dorian Gray.

But they never were victims of dishonest praise

Or the innocent symptoms of social malaise

They just did not believe and they did not belong

An’ they done evil deeds

Just because they were wrong.

Now Billy and Oscar, the wicked and dead,

Have rented this duplex inside of my head

And they’re back with a vengence

And takin’ down names

With the willing assistance of a fella who claims

If you think they were heroes then keep this in mind

‘Cause they hated your kin and they hated your kind

And they gave not a thought to the trust they betrayed

By the turn of a phrase or the thrust of a blade

Now assholes and bureaucrats, take my advice

You’d better walk clear and you’d better talk nice

‘Cause we’re hot on your trail

And we’re not on your side

You’d better forward your mail,

Shoot your wounded and ride

‘Cause when we got all you desk jockeys safe behind bars

We’ll claim some of the neon, and some of the cars,

Me and Billy and Oscar and some of the girls and guitars

Will be down in the gutter lookin’ up at the stars

Singin’ “Stand and deliver right down to your boots

‘Cause I’m quick on the trigger and I brook no disputes

And I’ll take what I fancy and burn all the rest

And leave you like Adam in your innocence dressed.”

Singin’ “Stand and deliver right down to your boots.

I’m quick on the trigger and I brook no disputes

And I’ll take what I fancy and burn all the rest

And leave you like Adam in your innocence dressed.”