Thursday, 2 November 2017
Saturday, 8 October 2016
The adventures of Zirkonflax : Space taxonimist extraordinaire
Let's join space taxonimist extraordinaire Zirkonfax. Scallywag and rockstar of gallatic taxonomy from the planet of Flax. Zirkonflax, arrives on planet earth for the first time as an intelligent being with an assignment to do a flash tour of the various countries and civilisations of humans, return home and report on the diversity. What does he conclude when asked the following ...
"Zirkonflax, the conditions of living standards differ greatly on planet earth. As does the relative sophistication of behaviours. Some of the human species seemed to have attempted to master their primitive instincts via moulding cultures dedicated to transcendence, order and social contracts. Yet others seem to have not crawled far, if at all, from primordial savagery and slavery to base instincts. To what do you attribute this ?"
Before Zirkonflax left earth he knew he would have difficulty explaining what he had observed. Being good at this sort of thing, had come prepared. He had brought a guest from earth. A female professor of sociology from an American University.
"Exhibit Zork!" gestured Zirkonflax towards his space tourer.
The professor took his cue and presented herself to the beings in assembly from Zirkonflax's space tourer. She walked forward and stood perfectly upright next to Zirkonflax slowly bringing her hands together to her rib cage as if leaning on an imagined lectern.
"Greeting fellow beings", she offered, "I am from Earth"
Zikonflax translated eliciting a customary counter greeting of tentacle figure 8's. From the back of the assembly chamber the Chancellor whizzed out a inquisitors hum to which Zirkonflax translated into perfect English for the Professor.
"Grand Chancelor Gimpertux ask why social conditions vary so greatly amongst your species. I have brought you here to answer that."
The professor cleared her throat. "I can see how it must be confusing that we are so different given that we are a homogeneous species made up of equals. It will be my honour to explain to you about the complicated social dynamics that manoeuvre and manipulate our conditions into presenting the illusion that we are different from each other. There exist extremely complicated invisible structural and systematic forces of oppression and empowerment that simmer and..."
That's what she said, in English anyway. However if you were Flaxian this is how you would had heard it translated by Zirkonflax.
"The alien says they are a homogenous species. The alien says they appear different because of complex invisible forces.....oh wait........"
"Silence!" yelled Zirkonflax, "Enough ! Back to the ship !"
Shocked and afraid, the professor skulked back towards the ship.
Grand Chancellor Gimpertux gave his species version of sigh. Young Zirkonflax, up to his old trix no doubt, wasting everyone's time "Zirkonflax, we don't have time for your mischief, are you going to explain to us how a homogeneous species can have such conflicting circumstances and social conditions? Such conflict and counter intuitive behaviour? "
"With apologies Chancellor, I'll be right back" pleaded Zirkonfax sheepishly.
Of he Whizzed in his space tourer for a quick round trip back to Earth. Chancellor Gimpertux was waiting as the space tourer docked.
"Well Zirkonflax, you had better have a good excuse for this erratic behaviour!"
"Chancellor I assure you what I have here will explain everything"
Zirkonflax allowed a pause for dramatic effect....and then...
"Exhibit Narf!" exclaimed Zirkonflash with a flourish of tentacles gesturing towards his tourer.
Out walked a male Somalian goat herder.
"Ah, I see" said the chancellor.
"Exactly" said Zirkonflax.
"Zirkonflax, the conditions of living standards differ greatly on planet earth. As does the relative sophistication of behaviours. Some of the human species seemed to have attempted to master their primitive instincts via moulding cultures dedicated to transcendence, order and social contracts. Yet others seem to have not crawled far, if at all, from primordial savagery and slavery to base instincts. To what do you attribute this ?"
Before Zirkonflax left earth he knew he would have difficulty explaining what he had observed. Being good at this sort of thing, had come prepared. He had brought a guest from earth. A female professor of sociology from an American University.
"Exhibit Zork!" gestured Zirkonflax towards his space tourer.
The professor took his cue and presented herself to the beings in assembly from Zirkonflax's space tourer. She walked forward and stood perfectly upright next to Zirkonflax slowly bringing her hands together to her rib cage as if leaning on an imagined lectern.
"Greeting fellow beings", she offered, "I am from Earth"
Zikonflax translated eliciting a customary counter greeting of tentacle figure 8's. From the back of the assembly chamber the Chancellor whizzed out a inquisitors hum to which Zirkonflax translated into perfect English for the Professor.
"Grand Chancelor Gimpertux ask why social conditions vary so greatly amongst your species. I have brought you here to answer that."
The professor cleared her throat. "I can see how it must be confusing that we are so different given that we are a homogeneous species made up of equals. It will be my honour to explain to you about the complicated social dynamics that manoeuvre and manipulate our conditions into presenting the illusion that we are different from each other. There exist extremely complicated invisible structural and systematic forces of oppression and empowerment that simmer and..."
That's what she said, in English anyway. However if you were Flaxian this is how you would had heard it translated by Zirkonflax.
"The alien says they are a homogenous species. The alien says they appear different because of complex invisible forces.....oh wait........"
"Silence!" yelled Zirkonflax, "Enough ! Back to the ship !"
Shocked and afraid, the professor skulked back towards the ship.
Grand Chancellor Gimpertux gave his species version of sigh. Young Zirkonflax, up to his old trix no doubt, wasting everyone's time "Zirkonflax, we don't have time for your mischief, are you going to explain to us how a homogeneous species can have such conflicting circumstances and social conditions? Such conflict and counter intuitive behaviour? "
"With apologies Chancellor, I'll be right back" pleaded Zirkonfax sheepishly.
Of he Whizzed in his space tourer for a quick round trip back to Earth. Chancellor Gimpertux was waiting as the space tourer docked.
"Well Zirkonflax, you had better have a good excuse for this erratic behaviour!"
"Chancellor I assure you what I have here will explain everything"
Zirkonflax allowed a pause for dramatic effect....and then...
"Exhibit Narf!" exclaimed Zirkonflash with a flourish of tentacles gesturing towards his tourer.
Out walked a male Somalian goat herder.
"Ah, I see" said the chancellor.
"Exactly" said Zirkonflax.
The adventures of Zirkonflax : Space taxonimist extraordinaire
Let's join space taxonimist extraordinaire Zirkonfax. Scallywag and rockstar of gallatic taxonomy from the planet of Flax. Zirkonflax, arrives on planet earth for the first time as an intelligent being with an assignment to do a flash tour of the various countries and civilisations of humans, return home and report on the diversity. What does he conclude when asked the following ...
"Zirkonflax, the conditions of living standards differ greatly on planet earth. As does the relative sophistication of behaviours. Some of the human species seemed to have attempted to master their primitive instincts via moulding cultures dedicated to transcendence, order and social contracts. Yet others seem to have not crawled far, if at all, from primordial savagery and slavery to base instincts. To what do you attribute this ?"
Before Zirkonflax left earth he knew he would have difficulty explaining what he had observed. Being good at this sort of thing, had come prepared. He had brought a guest from earth. A female professor of sociology from an American University.
"Exhibit Zork!" gestured Zirkonflax towards his space tourer.
The professor took his cue and presented herself to the beings in assembly from Zirkonflax's space tourer. She walked forward and stood perfectly upright next to Zirkonflax slowly bringing her hands together to her rib cage as if leaning on an imagined lectern.
"Greeting fellow beings", she offered, "I am from Earth"
Zikonflax translated eliciting a customary counter greeting of tentacle figure 8's. From the back of the assembly chamber the Chancellor whizzed out a inquisitors hum to which Zirkonflax translated into perfect English for the Professor.
"Grand Chancelor Gimpertux ask why social conditions vary so greatly amongst your species. I have brought you here to answer that."
The professor cleared her throat. "I can see how it must be confusing that we are so different given that we are a homogeneous species made up of equals. It will be my honour to explain to you about the complicated social dynamics that manoeuvre and manipulate our conditions into presenting the illusion that we are different from each other. There exist extremely complicated invisible structural and systematic forces of oppression and empowerment that simmer and..."
That's what she said, in English anyway. However if you were Flaxian this is how you would had heard it translated by Zirkonflax.
"The alien says they are a homogenous species. The alien says they appear different because of complex invisible forces.....oh wait........"
Silence!" yelled Zirkonflax, "Enough ! Back to the ship !"
Shocked and afraid, the professor skulked back towards the ship.
Grand Chancellor Gimpertux gave his species version of sigh. Young Zirkonflax, up to his old trix no doubt, wasting everyone's time "Zirkonflax, we don't have time for your mischief, are you going to explain to us how a homogeneous species can have such conflicting circumstances and social conditions? Such conflict and counter intuitive behaviour? "
"With apologies Chancellor, I'll be right back" pleaded Zirkonfax sheepishly.
Of he Whizzed in his space tourer for a quick round trip back to Earth. Chancellor Gimpertux was waiting as the space tourer docked.
"Well Zirkonflax, you had better have a good excuse for this erratic behaviour!"
"Chancellor I assure you what I have here will explain everything"
Zirkonflax allowed a pause for dramatic effect....and then...
"Exhibit Narf!" exclaimed Zirkonflax with a flourish of tentacles gesturing towards his tourer.
Out walked a male Somalian goat herder.
"Ah, I see" said the chancellor.
"Exactly" said Zirkonflax.
"Zirkonflax, the conditions of living standards differ greatly on planet earth. As does the relative sophistication of behaviours. Some of the human species seemed to have attempted to master their primitive instincts via moulding cultures dedicated to transcendence, order and social contracts. Yet others seem to have not crawled far, if at all, from primordial savagery and slavery to base instincts. To what do you attribute this ?"
Before Zirkonflax left earth he knew he would have difficulty explaining what he had observed. Being good at this sort of thing, had come prepared. He had brought a guest from earth. A female professor of sociology from an American University.
"Exhibit Zork!" gestured Zirkonflax towards his space tourer.
The professor took his cue and presented herself to the beings in assembly from Zirkonflax's space tourer. She walked forward and stood perfectly upright next to Zirkonflax slowly bringing her hands together to her rib cage as if leaning on an imagined lectern.
"Greeting fellow beings", she offered, "I am from Earth"
Zikonflax translated eliciting a customary counter greeting of tentacle figure 8's. From the back of the assembly chamber the Chancellor whizzed out a inquisitors hum to which Zirkonflax translated into perfect English for the Professor.
"Grand Chancelor Gimpertux ask why social conditions vary so greatly amongst your species. I have brought you here to answer that."
The professor cleared her throat. "I can see how it must be confusing that we are so different given that we are a homogeneous species made up of equals. It will be my honour to explain to you about the complicated social dynamics that manoeuvre and manipulate our conditions into presenting the illusion that we are different from each other. There exist extremely complicated invisible structural and systematic forces of oppression and empowerment that simmer and..."
That's what she said, in English anyway. However if you were Flaxian this is how you would had heard it translated by Zirkonflax.
"The alien says they are a homogenous species. The alien says they appear different because of complex invisible forces.....oh wait........"
Silence!" yelled Zirkonflax, "Enough ! Back to the ship !"
Shocked and afraid, the professor skulked back towards the ship.
Grand Chancellor Gimpertux gave his species version of sigh. Young Zirkonflax, up to his old trix no doubt, wasting everyone's time "Zirkonflax, we don't have time for your mischief, are you going to explain to us how a homogeneous species can have such conflicting circumstances and social conditions? Such conflict and counter intuitive behaviour? "
"With apologies Chancellor, I'll be right back" pleaded Zirkonfax sheepishly.
Of he Whizzed in his space tourer for a quick round trip back to Earth. Chancellor Gimpertux was waiting as the space tourer docked.
"Well Zirkonflax, you had better have a good excuse for this erratic behaviour!"
"Chancellor I assure you what I have here will explain everything"
Zirkonflax allowed a pause for dramatic effect....and then...
"Exhibit Narf!" exclaimed Zirkonflax with a flourish of tentacles gesturing towards his tourer.
Out walked a male Somalian goat herder.
"Ah, I see" said the chancellor.
"Exactly" said Zirkonflax.
Wednesday, 3 August 2016
Confused as to the popularity of Donald Trump ?
Then read this you bunch of clueless fucktoids.
'When a true genius appears in the world, you may know him by this sign, that the dunces are all in confederacy against him.'
-- Jonathan Swift, 1710
'When a true genius appears in the world, you may know him by this sign, that the dunces are all in confederacy against him.'
-- Jonathan Swift, 1710
Sunday, 10 July 2016
Recommended readings on Dallas cop shootings(assasinations)
I'm on holiday but these shootings and BLM idiots have me triggered as hell. There's nothing I can write that isn't likely to grossly offend hence I'll leave it to these three more level headed gents to speak as to my views on the matter...
Oops we started a race war
A case of applied third worldism
https://youtu.be/GwS2spPqO0A
Oops we started a race war
A case of applied third worldism
https://youtu.be/GwS2spPqO0A
Friday, 6 May 2016
Part 3 : A red pill
2008
My best friend in Korea is an interesting character and one of the most highly intelligent people I've ever met. Of course that makes him, like all such people, a social retrobate.
In 2008 the natural habitat of a contrarian and misanthrope like myself in South Africa was to be fervently pro Anc. This was the social position guaranteed to attract the most attention and arguments, and at this time there was a decent argument to make. The economy was growing at record rates, Thabo Mbeki was talking about the African rennaisance. Bric was becomming brics.
My best friend in Korea is an interesting character and one of the most highly intelligent people I've ever met. Of course that makes him, like all such people, a social retrobate.
In 2008 the natural habitat of a contrarian and misanthrope like myself in South Africa was to be fervently pro Anc. This was the social position guaranteed to attract the most attention and arguments, and at this time there was a decent argument to make. The economy was growing at record rates, Thabo Mbeki was talking about the African rennaisance. Bric was becomming brics.
Thursday, 15 October 2015
Part 2
2007
Seoul, South Korea
Waegukin. That's what I am in South Korea. Teaching English for a livable wage. Far removed from my previous privileged status that allowed my flowery and lofty liberal ideals to flourish. For the first time in my life I encounter something uncomfortable from the other side and I don't like it : Racism.
My head is awash with contradictions. I reflect upon my privileged status in South Africa. I seethe at my new found stereotype of being barbaric, hairy, oversexed, big nosed and doe eyed. As the blog I briefly wrote there can attest to:
Example 1
Example 2
I grow defensive about my heritage and culture. I grow homesick for South Africa. I start a blog about South Africa.........
And I attack. I swing wildly at the projections of myself I see everywhere. I hack away with snark and satire at all that is innate and true that I loathe. I berate and belittle out of a misplaced nostalgia for the mollycoddled days of my liberal past.
Quickly I attract a lot of attention from websites like "Southafricasucks" and "stormfront" with healthy followings. I'm still a young man, and I'm still entrenched in "social justice" principles. My little blog at that time attracting thousands of views per day and hundreds of less than flattering comments of course puts my foot hard down on the peddle of confirmation bias. I'm feeling more self righteous than ever. More smug than ever in my "special knowledge" of the "social sciences". I see my detractors are "ignorant, bigoted, verkrampte, hateful, old men" and myself as the defender of all that is virtuous.
The fact that they do tend to be men in their 40's (or with a little more life knowledge than myself as I can now see it) and I'm a man in my twenties of course who came through the liberal education system post Apartheid. These old men were obviously indoctrinated by "swaart gevaar" and "rooi gevaar" and if only they could see the errors of their ways. I feel so superior that from time to time I pity them as I white knight along my crusade.
Thinking back....I can even begin to forgive myself. The cards really were stacked up against me. I'm not a stupid or poorly intention kid. My brain has just been stuffed too full of things that aren't well thought out. And then even more unpleasant stuff appeared in there......
Part 3 : ...A red pill.
Seoul, South Korea
Waegukin. That's what I am in South Korea. Teaching English for a livable wage. Far removed from my previous privileged status that allowed my flowery and lofty liberal ideals to flourish. For the first time in my life I encounter something uncomfortable from the other side and I don't like it : Racism.
My head is awash with contradictions. I reflect upon my privileged status in South Africa. I seethe at my new found stereotype of being barbaric, hairy, oversexed, big nosed and doe eyed. As the blog I briefly wrote there can attest to:
Example 1
Example 2
I grow defensive about my heritage and culture. I grow homesick for South Africa. I start a blog about South Africa.........
And I attack. I swing wildly at the projections of myself I see everywhere. I hack away with snark and satire at all that is innate and true that I loathe. I berate and belittle out of a misplaced nostalgia for the mollycoddled days of my liberal past.
Quickly I attract a lot of attention from websites like "Southafricasucks" and "stormfront" with healthy followings. I'm still a young man, and I'm still entrenched in "social justice" principles. My little blog at that time attracting thousands of views per day and hundreds of less than flattering comments of course puts my foot hard down on the peddle of confirmation bias. I'm feeling more self righteous than ever. More smug than ever in my "special knowledge" of the "social sciences". I see my detractors are "ignorant, bigoted, verkrampte, hateful, old men" and myself as the defender of all that is virtuous.
The fact that they do tend to be men in their 40's (or with a little more life knowledge than myself as I can now see it) and I'm a man in my twenties of course who came through the liberal education system post Apartheid. These old men were obviously indoctrinated by "swaart gevaar" and "rooi gevaar" and if only they could see the errors of their ways. I feel so superior that from time to time I pity them as I white knight along my crusade.
Thinking back....I can even begin to forgive myself. The cards really were stacked up against me. I'm not a stupid or poorly intention kid. My brain has just been stuffed too full of things that aren't well thought out. And then even more unpleasant stuff appeared in there......
Part 3 : ...A red pill.
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