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Open Thread – Saturday, 26 March 2022
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Rules for thee
Rich nations should move to ‘100 percent synthetic beef’
But not for me
Is turning $43M ‘bachelor pad’ into ‘nuisance,’ locals claim
I nod my head in agreement. Let’s see if he cops some flak.
Senator Alex Antic shines a light on the WEF
This was great.
June 2019. JFC jazz club. Russia. Saint-Petersburg
Yana Fortep – I feel Love ( Donna Summer cover)
Bald and Bankrupt:
Whilst in Georgia I visited the town of Rustavi where is situated the largest metallurgy factory complex in the Caucasus. Built during the time of Joseph Stalin and no doubt full of Soviet treasures I knew I’d have to somehow get inside and explore what was left of the complex. And whilst inside I discovered a laboratory. Watch to see what happened. Or don’t watch. It’s totally up to you. Personally I would go eat a pot noodle instead but you’re a grown adult so make your choice.
Breaking Bald ( In The Abandoned Lab )
U.S. Military Deaths Up 1100% And Exponentially Rising
Mottley fat old ranga with a pancake @rse and toothpick* arms lectures others on ‘Elf and nutrition?
Da ironing – must be proof that God has a sense-of-humour.
As Salty Cracker points out – Gates’ father was on the board of Planned Parenthood – Malthusian by default?
*c/- Joe Rogan.
Great stuff – recently played on ABC Jazz IIRC.
Jihye Lee Orchestra – Relentless Mind (ft. Sean Jones, Alan Ferber)
Modern Big Band composer.
Soros: “I’ve got
youtesticles under my skineyes”.
h/t: Salty Cracker
The Worst Australian, with help from the WA Police Minister, has published a map of firearms owners – https://nationalshooting.org.au/wa-papalias-review-of-gun-laws/
This will inevitably facilitate criminals breaking in to steal the firearms, and that will be blamed on the owners and used as an argument against private firearm ownership.
I though QUAD was set up as a response to China, not Russia.
Watched a bit of the African soccer, I think it’s play offs for the World Cup. Basically it’s like watching the English Premier League. In the Egypt vs Senegal match there were hundreds of fans with laser pointers shining into the faces of players and such. It went to penalties. Lasers on the player, keeper and around the penalty spot. They didn’t flinch but missed penalty after penalty. Until the last player for Senegal who got none and scored. Racism.
Watcha gonna do, FIFA?
Halfway down and cente you might see someone you know giving the WEF 2 thumbs up. There are 1022 pages of such scum.
Psst, wanna see how wymmins bodies change as time goes by?
I’ve met many physically threatening people in my life. Who did I fear most? The brain damaged. Those who had lost the ability to control impulses through injury or illness. Once the aggression had started, only exhaustion or physical restraint would stop it. On bad days it was me and my colleagues between them and the focus of their anger, often without justification. But who was the most psychologically threatening character I met? Who was my Hannibal Lecter if I was Clarice? Those who work with these characters are well aware that there are a tiny number of people can invade their thoughts and give them nightmares for no tangible reason. As Nietzsche
said, “Beware that, when fighting monsters, you yourself do not become a monster… for when you gaze long into the abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.”. FBI profilers routinely admit their torment from one particular incarcerated character but not another. And it’s not always the same one.
I didn’t work much in forensic settings, it was, frankly, boring in my grass roots role. People are there for months and years and there are so many appropriate restrictions on normal discourse, do you want the offender in front of you knowing your full name or family details? The conversation is superficial and inoffensive by necessity. Not so in the real life of the real world.
I had taken a job in one of the parts of Australia where nobody wanted to work and my predecessor had left me a list of open “cases”. Very often people don’t want to engage and mostly there is no great reason to force a service onto anyone but services and agencies have mission statements that seek “better engagement” and “no thank you” is deemed not good enough. Most referrals are people affected by adverse events in their lives and should they have mentioned suicide, your service says “jump and don’t take no for an answer”. There are conditions where jumping and not accepting “no” is perfectly appropriate but this is rare and specific. Most people get through it but suffer considerably in the process. Grieving, large or small, takes time and is normal. A referral may take up considerable resources and in the end nothing will have been achieved and some people will be “frightened off”.
I looked at the list – “abnormal grief reaction after wife’ suicide”. Hmm. The clinical notes had nothing further. Several months had gone by. Service policy – “must meet, must assess”. So I tried and failed, as had my predecessor. I’d long felt that what we were doing was harassment but policy writers weren’t usually clinicians and hadn’t met enough angry people, inches from their face, threatening them. Just one usually does it. So I rang, left a message, repeat, wrote a letter, sent it, another, hand delivered. Presented it to them team but I knew what the answer would be. You never do a home visit by yourself but when you are the sole practitioner…
I knocked on the fence of the rundown property and shouted “hello?” Nothing. No dogs. Good! Opened the gate a little and popped head round. “Hello?” The TV or radio was on, venture in cautiously, knock on the door. “I don’t want to see anyone.”
Identify. Introduction and background. “It’s just about the referral from your doctor. A few months ago but we couldn’t get hold of you. I’d rather not talk through the door.”
“Come in then. It’s safe.” Pause. “Mostly.”
Completely ordinary chap, scruffy and the house run down.
“Sorry but my service insists I see you.”
“The referral said your wife had completed suicide and you weren’t grieving properly… whatever that means.”
“No, she’s in the other room.”
A vision of the Bates Motel flashed momentarily. But he laughed gently.
“It means I was glad when she did it. That’s my new wife in the other room. I’m fine. We’re fine. You can go now.”
One of my mentors had told me it was all about style. If you’re serious, they’ll see that. Be neutral. If they laugh, you laugh. If they cry, neutral. Maybe serious face. I’d had plenty of practice.
“She’s not buried in the garden or anything like that?” Big smile time. It worked.
“She hasn’t misbehaved yet. I suppose you’ll be wanting to see her. Pompit! Come in here.”
A tiny Asian lady stood nervously in the doorway of a darkened room. Introduction.
“Are you okay?”
She looked at him expectantly. He nodded.
“Okay. Not speak English. I go now.” She nodded and withdrew.
“If it’s okay with you I’d like to ask you a few questions. Just a few minutes and then I’m gone…”
“Want a glass of my home made wine?”
“I’d love one but I’m on duty. Might buy a bottle at the cellar door on my way out!”
“You’ve got more of a sense of humour than that other bloke I saw.”
“Oh. I have no records that you’d been seen before.”
“In (state capital). Just after I’d identified the body. Well, tried to. Didn’t you know any of this?”
“No, I didn’t. No records. Not even how she died. I was very naughty and I did have a look through her medical records and she seems to have been very troubled. Self harm and things like that.”
“You can get struck off for that.”
“For what?” Big smile. He responded. Game on.
“As long as we understand I never looked through your deceased wife’ file and know nothing about the overdoses or wrist-cutting.”
“Sit down, young man.” (I was 50). “Back in a minute.’ He got up, went to the kitchen, returned a moment later with two glasses of home made wine in dirty glasses. “Try that.” (Further inviting me to unethical conduct.)
I smelled it. Berry maybe. Small sip. “Berry?” There was some chit chat about home brews – rapport building, but it wasn’t. I was uneasy. My “personality disorder radar” was beeping. There was no physical threat but in just a few minutes I had been compromised. Twice.
“Look, I don’t want to keep you. Can I just ask you the routine questions? Then I’ll be gone?”
“Depending on the answers…” I nodded, smiling. The game.
“I’ve never had any head injuries, fits or seizures. I don’t hear voices or see things. I’m not paranoid and I don’t get messages from the TV or radio. I don’t feel depressed. I’m sleeping fine. No weight change. No stupid spending except for the wife but she was cheap enough. A bargain, even. I’m not suicidal. I don’t miss the dead one. I’m glad she’s dead. Should never have married her. Don’t know why I did. There. Am I insane? Or not insane?” He grinned broadly. So did I. The game.
“Sane…ish.” We laughed. “How many times have you been asked the questions?”
“Just the once.”
“Impressive memory. Anyway, as you’re… “sane”, I don’t think you need anything in terms of support. So I can write to your GP and close your case. If that’s okay?”
“It’s not berry. It’s belladonna. Grows in the garden. All out of wolfs bane. Feeling alright?”
Think, think. “I can’t remember what belladonna does. Does wolfs bane keep werewolves and vampires away?”
“Do you see any werewolves or vampires?” I shook my head, smiling. I was going to win this.
“Belladonna stops your heart. But you don’t half feel weird before it does. Sort of like a trance. Quite peaceful. Then you just fall asleep and don’t wake up…. Shall I tell you what happened? With the dead one?”
“I was twenty years older than her. Runaway. Ended up here, can’t remember why. Plying her trade probably. We haggled. I won. She needed the money. Back here for the dirty deed, never left. Terrible at first. Druggie. Stole and sold everything. Gave her what for and she stopped. Just like that. Became the good little wife. Kept the house immaculate. One night I said to her, bit drunk I suppose, “you’d make a wonderful wife.” Next thing you know, we’re married. And that’s when it all started again. Gave her what for and it stopped again. That was her childhood, you see. Violent dad, she said. Abuse. You couldn’t be nice to her. Couldn’t pay her a compliment but you didn’t have to be mean. You just had to give her jobs, expect her to do them with no thanks and she was fine. Then one night she got into my home brew when I was out. Came home to a nymphomaniac. How good’s that? So every night we’d have a little drink and…” I nodded, knowingly.
“So, we began to make home brew wine. Fruit, berries whatever was in the garden. Great little hobby, Cheap. Then one night we both got sick as dogs. We worked out it was some weed growing in the garden, poisonous. We didn’t label any of the bottles and we threw away what we thought were the bad ones but I kept getting sick, going into trances it felt like. She’d look after me while I got better, usually just a couple of days and then a week later it’d happen again. She was poisoning me.”
“So, she had to go. I told her so. She just left one night. Next thing, a knock on the door, cops, found her decomposed body. It was a few weeks after. Why hadn’t I reported her missing? She’d written a suicide note. They said I’d murdered her.”
And on it went. Multiple “red flags” – compromise clinician, “fantastic” story, admits to making poisonous wine and then giving me some. Psychopathic types often play these mind games. What was true? Despite presenting in a scruffy manner he was intelligent and articulate. His knowledge of local plants was encyclopaedic, in particular, the poisonous aspects of them. And he was very likeable. I found myself repeatedly thinking, “What did he just say?” as he toyed with me. I’d swear he implied he had murdered her or at least poisoned her, maybe over a period of time. He kept encouraging me to have another sip of the wine. I didn’t. I thought about offering to buy a bottle and having it sent for forensic analysis but what if it was just wine? How would I look to my colleagues?
Back at the office, thoroughly puzzled, I began to write my notes and I can’t ever remember finding it so difficult to describe what had transpired. There was no urgency to complete them and there were other matters to attend to. But things kept popping into my head over the next few days – “what did he mean by that?” and “why did he smirk at that point?” Things didn’t make sense.
I couldn’t find his medical records for the previous psychiatric assessment. Had there even been one? I had an off the record chat with the local police sergeant. Such conversations are always cagey because breaching confidentiality is a career ender. Without mentioning any names I began to outline the case.
“She didn’t kill herself. We attended the scene. She couldn’t have.”
Wow! “I can’t find any records.”
“He spells his name differently and uses a near date of birth so records don’t match up. Look, I can’t say anymore but do you know about his first wife?” I shook my head. He raised his eyebrows and shrugged. “Sorry. Confidentiality.”
A few days later the visiting psychiatrist was there and I discussed all my cases, large and small, with him. He smiled and rang his registrar. “Do you remember… Tell me. Aaah, yes.”
“My registrar assessed him some months back. He came out of the interview white. He talked about him for days. Do you think he has a mental illness?”
“Nor did the reg. Write to the GP, just the facts and close the case. And don’t write anything silly!”
And for a while things he had said or done in those few minutes kept popping into my head. No formal diagnosis my notes read.
An engrossing story, Shy Ted.
Makes you wonder if some individuals have bad/”evil” brain wiring from the very beginning and it’s just who they are.
If psychopaths are simply just born with a mechanically faulty brain. Something missing or something faulty in brain during construction.
Faaark, Shy Ted – I used to do solo home visits as a DSS fraud investigator back in the ’80s.
I wonder how many psychopaths I sat down with…?
Disney 2022 toon
A chilling tale, Ted.
I had an experience quite recently which freaked me out, and I’ve been around, IYKWIM.
Had a brief casual conversation with a guy I met in passing, and when he looked at me his face was impassive, eyes were just dead. I felt as though he could kill someone like squashing an ant. He emanated coldness and evil. It made me want to never run into him again, ever, anywhere.
I’m far from suggestible and have met my share of villains of various kinds, but this was something quite different.
Anyone who believes that everyone is reedeemable is living in fairyland, IMO.
Having been a rural and remote areas contractor, essentially doing “Dirty Jobs” that no one else wants to do, you meet your fair share of “sociopathic losers” in dead-end locations/jobs.
Big quakes near New Caledonia. Another 7 just hit.
Dutchsinse livetream – Earthquake 3D
The Ukraine government has been targeting civilians in Eastern Ukraine since 2014. Ethnic cleansing.
Australia should not be sticking its head into what is now effectively a currency war between the US and Russia.
Top drawer story, ShyTed. Leaves a lot of questions, such as what State did that bloke live in. Did the Asian lady make it out alive?
I sense a lot of catharsis to these vignettes. Are you ok, you’re not on deaths door?
This is becoming ridiculous.
A quick google
A great anecdote, Shy Ted.
I worked in community support for many years and while a few home visits made me uncomfortable – goosebumps, even – nothing compared to your experience. And the stand out line:
It doesn’t matter what discipline of human services you work in, the policies are always drafted by a group of (usually female) ‘experts’ safe from contamination in their ivory towers, drawing mainly on unicorn kisses to mandate the best feel-good – and in practice, useless – guidlines, to which the hands on workers must adhere.
I don’t miss any of it.
Bloomin heck, check this out.
If there were no visuals, I would be asking myself what the other instruments are.
A pleasant surprise.
Composed by Vincent David
With Valentine Michaud (saxophone)
Recorded in DR Koncerthuset 2021
PULSE – Vincent David // Valentine Michaud (Live)
If only they would inject him with the real thing
Nice work from the bloke. 👏 It gave the crowd a jolt, so a solid pass from me.
Needs to get the revs up to about eight grand and try not to let off the throttle so much….still, that was cool.
BANNED From Burnout Competition?! Cruisin The Coast 2021!
I’m RazörFist and I Support Current Thing™
Interesting article on the global picture re economic santions against Russia here:
Well worth a read.
Thanks for fixing my login, A. 🙂
Spoke too soon. The screen said I was logged in, but after I posted a comment, turned out I wasn’t.
I understand that in the original “Psycho”, the nemesis of the psychopath, hunting him down, was an Autist, i.e. it takes an Autist to NOT be emotionally provoked into responding to same prior to skewering.
Ditto narcs, who play the same game of provocation as Ted as outlined.
Hence, the CIA puppet is making presentations to legislatures around the Globe, as one would.
Is there a Jack Ruby to take Zelensky out at any stage?
Always some laughs to be had with these debates:
World Rushes To India To Find Way Out Of Russia-Ukraine War | The Debate With Arnab Goswami
The countries in yellow have sanctioned Russia. The countries in gray have not sanctioned Russia
Always thought that this marvelous staccato work was classical music:
Tanguedia Quintet – Milonga Loca (Astor Piazzolla)
Scummo wasn’t invited to participate?
Prof Nalapat: India follows Biden’s directions and faces mass starvation.
Grunenfuhrers are the elite.
“India first” before following UN Security Council global elite, eh Scummo?
The Rod Shop Boys from Vic, have finally made it to Florida.
After Waiting For Over 2 YEARS, The Australians Have Returned and Absolutely SENT IT In KillaB!!!
Highly entertaining – US/NATO getting their @rse kicked by the panel.
“US illegal invasion of Iraq” getting quite an airing – Trump being a Troofer ‘n’ all.
Putin critic Mikhail Khodorkovsky: Putin realizes ‘there can be no military solution’ | DW Interview
That show is more informative than 6 years of legacy media shyte.
George Christensen’s final speech in Parliament:
It’s a pity that he’s going, he was good value.
More insanity in Danistan…….
An extra 15 billion litres of desal water will flow into Melbourne storages already at 86 per cent capacity.
From the Hun – perhaps that explains his girlie oscillating when he pontificates………
Peter van Onselen has revealed during a late-night clash on social media with Grace Tame that he was sexually assaulted as a child.
Pouring (de)salt(ed water) onto wounds.
“NAO YOSHIOKA Tokyo Funk Sessions 2022” BLUE NOTE TOKYO Live Streaming
TOKYO GROOVE JYOSHI
Reminiscent of Stevie Wonder groove funk, like “Sir Duke”.
Nice work, egg. Good music and it really helps that the women are all gorgeous.
Latest from the wacky world of islam:
Minneapolis allows Islamic call to prayer to be broadcast over loudspeakers three times a day
Nigeria: Muslims raid town, find it largely empty, tear down houses and set fire to 80-year-old man
Pakistan: Three female students slaughter their seminary teacher over alleged blasphemy
The song just popped back in my head.
True story, it did….and now Mr Bungle one’s, too.
😀 Mosh Pit!
Suicidal Tendencies – “Institutionalized” Frontier Records – Official Music Video
Hehe, any guy not “stirred” by that performance probably likes “show tunes”.
1h:45min of live funk soul, brother:
VULFPECK /// Live at Madison Square Garden
Music, takes you places…
Moog Matriarch Arp demo/first patch
Good commentary from the last panelist too:
Channel Stokes trying to stir shit again. Some sort of exposé into the Djokovic saga. Apparently ‘never seen before’ stuff to be detailed. Give me a spell
Germany rejects Russian roubles for gas
The “bald eagle” came away from that panel with a broken wing and ruffled tail feathers!