Life - but not quite the universe and everything
Lindsay Partin Wrongful Conviction
It's All About the Angles (golfswing geometry)
It's Not Her Fault (Ukraine)
Peter and Barbara (Symbiotic Investment Fund Idea)
Stuff (economics for kids of all ages)
5-pendulum (golfswing mechanics)
The Reason for Tilt (re Alphago)
Living Computers: Intelligent Plastic Machines
Liam's Book (the material of the spirit)
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I wish to make a complaint!
DCNN AI is better than me (by about 10 country miles) at Go, but it doesn't have a clue about thinking, including thinking about golf.
Its latest banality makes steam come out of my ears, when it totally misrepresents the kinetics of the golfswing because it doesn't know a damn thing about anything, except climbing gradients, so it doesn't know anything about whatever the hell it's rabbiting on about. Bah! This DCNN snake-oil they're calling AI is A all right, but it isn't I, not by a long chalk, so it should be renamed ASS (= Artificially Senseless Stupidity) and it should be banned from all internet, and everywhere else too, except the Go board (and chess board)
Tommy's shoulder DOES NOT drop! It rotates around the axis of the spine in an inclined plane, you stupid bloody AI idiot!!!
Only a complete moron like DCNN ASS could come up with such a misleading misinformational mistaken load of crap as this. Bah!
Child abuse is a dreadful crime, but a wrongful diagnosis of child abuse is itself a dreadful abuse of power.
New evidence has been discovered that proves that babysitter Lindsay Partin did not assault or murder 3 year-old Hannah Wesche in 2018. That new evidence is a new and, for the first time, a proper scientific analysis of the factual medical data that was recorded at the time.
Details in the author's working paper: Errors of Judgment
by Hairy Patter
NOW! Natural Organic Water patent
Introduction: Or a Hitchhikers’ Unguide to the Butterflies of Palynological Trajectories
Chapter 1. Odessy on the Bonkersbounty
Chapter 2. The Incredible Darkness of Being in the Black Hole of Bureaucracy
Chapter 3. Stupid F...ing Computing Lecturer
Chapter 4. What and How but mostly Why - Cause and Effect in Liff, The Universe and Everything
Chapter 42. The Incredible Beingness of Light
Chapter 43. Risky Business
Chapter 5. Black and Blue
Chapter 6. Take the E-train
Chapter 7. Here - There - Be - Dragones
Chapter 8. Elegies in countries’ backyards
Number 9. A low-cost method of making recycled plastic bricks
Chompter 10. Conservation Schmonservation
Chimpter 11. Christmas Crackers
Chirpter 12. On the Geometry, Fabrication and Semiotics of Alhambra Tilings
Chuffter 13, You Saw It Here First
Chorfter 14. Superstition
Choiceter 15. Information
Chunter 16. Some Costs of Cultural Memes and One Way of Reducing Them
Chickter 17. Nurseries
Chapter Aliffe. Guardener's Diary
Chapter Alef+1. ISIS
Appendix 1 Activity-Based Risk Assessment
Copyright Hairy Patter, 2007. All writes irressurected.
The debate over SBS/AHT has reached new heights of cognitive rigidity and
entrenchment. In this climate of fog and hostility to objectivity, it is difficult to incorporate new information and alter perspectives, and newcomers to the subject like me with a fresh and objective viewpoint that differs from the central dogma of <redacted>.org are excommunicated from it by Holy Office mandarins justifying their orange judgment of capital punishment by secret, confidential, anonymous eminence grises witch-hunter accusations of spamming as a cover story for their real motives, which remain covert and subjective and are no doubt religious and/or egotistical, or they just don't like me because i am black.
The reaction to negative feedback – that is, challenges to the blanket denial of even a soupcon of the SBS/AHT hypothesis – has been doubling down and increased overconfidence on the part of its fishnet derniers. What the international medical, scientific, and legal community needs now when it comes to the SBS/AHT debate is a back to square one good hard look at facts instead of opinions (especially the contrived opinions of duplicitous lawyers who are only in it for themselves), an intentional effort to create what this author (ie me) has described as a ‘kindergarten-level explanation of words of one syllable' that juries and lawyers and pediatricians and yellow press journalists can grasp - and even, God willing, at a stretch, Supreme Court judges - a high validity Common Ground environment with pediatricians and child abuse specialists where there is the (albeit slim) chance of reaching stable relationships and prolonged study of objectively identifiable cues and subsequent events and outcomes]. That book [2] is said to engage that process, but the evidence proves beyond reasonable doubt that the members and officials of <redacted>.org do not.
- adapted from Barry Scheck, After a Quarter of a Century, Have Any Lessons Been Learned from the Trial of Louise Woodward?, in [1]
Aye, there's the rub [2]
[1] Findley, K et al (eds) Shaken Baby Syndrome. Investigating the Abusive Head Trauma Controversy, 2023. https://doi.org/10.1017/
[2] Zanini (1965) Moi, je veux de partir en vacances
i demonstrably lack the political skill to win friends and influence people, but i won't give up on Ohio v Partin and will struggle to get her justice until my dying day, which is just around the corner, so i haven't got time to waste on any more humourless bigheaded twonks.
If, as a result of the surgeon's scraping, some calcified hematoma slid down the faix, that might make it look like whatever was there before has enlarged, but so far as i can see at the moment (which admittedly isn't very far) that doesn't prove that blood and bone cannot be differentiated on a CT scan, and it could be that the second image was of a different slice than the first, which would explain the apparent enlargement, so hopefully it can be argued that it can't be argued that a hematoma cannot be semiquantitatively aged from CT image alone, especially when you are denied access to surgeon report information that might contradict the prosecution argument that the hematoma was less than an hour old, and that the child, in the space of a minute, ran to the kitchen, chucked ketchup down the toilet, and was floored and killed by an uppercut "Leopard Punch" because she was whining for her Dad and still half asleep, all in the space of a minute, which is a bloody ridiculous fabricated story put out in unconnected pieces by the yellow press mouthpiece for a sheriff doing what he's told by a ruthless witch-hunter. sorry for my spelling.
i beseech thee, in the bowels of Christ, think it possible that you may be mistaken.
The Moment of Untruth
lots of interest and opinions in the Body Language Panel's show on Sirhan Sirhan
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=afwvU7jx8QA
these 4 fellows are professional readers of body language and micro-expressions, and all the commenters (including me) are rank amateurs, most of them more curious about the subjects than about their body language "tells". But occasionally a subject comes along where we amateurs already know a lot about the subject, plus we know something about the analysts.
In this case, what we know about the subject is that he's not what he's made out to be - plus we also know that the 4 analysts are all government contractors, so their job here is to pretend that the subject is what he's made out to be. That means the analysts are going to be telling some lies here, giving us amateurs an interesting opportunity to see if we can use what the experts have taught us about body language to discover when they, the experts, are themselves being deceptive :)
Our job is made easier when one of them says something that we already know is a lie, so we can see if his own body language gives the lie away. First up, Greg, starting at 26:33 - he's going to tell us a lie, so see if you can spot anything when he does so.
The lie he's going to tell is that he will claim that back in the 1960s, it was easier to get close to VIPs than it is today. We know this is a lie, because for over 2000 years, it's never been possible to get close to a VIP, except when they are unimportant VIPs like King Charles, who have no say in anything that happens in government.
Your task is made more difficult because Greg is wearing glasses, and he has a naturally unexpressive face; but you know he's going to tell a whopper of a lie, a simply monumental lie,
because no way in the world would Sirhan could have possibly known Kennedy was going through the kitchen, let alone be able to walk in there, with a gun, unless he was brought on by the same people that changed Kennedy's route at the last moment to stage the assassination live on TV,
just the same grandiose stunt they did with his brother before him, to prove to everyone in the know who might be tempted to spill the beans just how overwhelmingly and irresistably powerful they were, and hence what the price for whistleblowing would be.
Can you spot Greg's "tell"?
The judge in the Halloween Spectacle Jack and John suit ((Kowalski) vs (Johns Hopkins (JH))) told both parties yesterday (25 October) that he wants to steer them away from the "black hole" of Munchausen's by Proxy (MbP).
From a practical point of view, that's a sound strategy, because it would indeed suck all the time and energy from the media circus, and the toing-and-froing wouldn't ever get out again to see the light of day, and we the audience would all be left in the dark not knowing which way is up, and the judge himself would be locked in, unable to get away to get the decent haircut and shave that he so badly needs.
But from a public interest point of view, it's the worst decision he's made so far, for two reasons:
(1) Not only is Jack's sharp spiv-suit an offence against good taste, his lawsuit is too, because it falsely accuses JH of deliberately harming Maya for personal gain, the precise definition of MbP.
(2) The suit itself is an example of MbP, or more correctly, Mb(P1bP2) - because in reality it's not Jack's suit at all, it's Anderson's, with Jack as his proxy P1, seeking to harm proxy P2 (JH), for Anderson's personal gain (in the process harming Jack as well as JH, because the suit is an Emperor's suit of no clothes at all!!
It is in the public interest because although JH, like the entire USA, and indeed the entire world, is a privately owned for-profit enterprise, it makes its money by providing public services (healing the sick), and Anderson is trying to enhance his own reputation by damaging theirs. This must not be allowed. Anderson must be stripped bare of his Machiavellian cloak of disguise and forced to run naked through the streets so we the public can throw rotten eggs and old cabbages at him to assuage our indignation at his effontery.
(3) [Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition] it's in the public interest bigger picture, because it would tickle the public into ruminating about the mechanism of MbP, which is the very mechanism that MPs use the world over to misuse their office for personal gain, and by entire Deep State governments with their own publics as their proxies, the secondmost famous example in recent history being the "Day of Infamy" Mb(MbP) sandwich of Pearl Harbour, in which the Gnomes of Zurich deliberately hurt the American Public for personal gain by lending money to their governments so they could fight imaginary enemies made real by the same trick performed over in Japan by Lord Peter Semple on behalf of the British Government to sucker the nutcases in Tokyo into believing they could get away with it.
The firstmost famous example of MbP on the world stage is of course the secondmost example chronologically, which added the e-technology of real-time chroma-key video masking Virtual Reality Television which at the last count was still tricking 30% of the American public into believing that the planes they had seen on their Goggle-boxes 23 years ago were real.
edit: At 8:08:23 of Law&Crime video of Day 23 of the trial, one of Beata's blog entries is shown - by the defence! - but what Beata says in her blog is the clearest indication i've seen yet that Beata did NOT have MbP, so it's astonishing that it's not the plaintiff showing it.
https://youtu.be/1dDW4iWIDj0?t=29264
The reason i say it's an indication that Beata wasn't hurting her child to gain attention for herself, is that either she's as cunning a liar as Tony Blair, or she is genuinely feeling empathy as well as sympathy and concern for Maya.
Call me naive, but on this evidence i can't believe Beata was a Tony Blair type. She was going the wrong way; she was doing Maya harm, and she would have killed her if she hadn't killed herself first, but i think she was just a desperate woman deluded by a couple of quacks, who were themselves deluded.
Even decent, otherwise intelligent, people can be deluded - there are millions of them who believe in God, but there is no bloody God! The proof is in the 10-part series Who Invented God: Number 29.
Trial Day 24:
"Teach me faith, O God, and grant me hope" - Beata Kowalski
Beata's Maya-memo of Nov 22 suggests to me that Beata is heavily under the influence of the Catholic Church; at one point she says a priest dabbed holy oil on Maya's head and suddenly "everything just got better".
She is as deluded as the desperate crowds at Lourdes. You've got to hand it to Roman Catholicism, it's got more effective mind control techniques than MK-Ultra or Guantanamo Bay.
Nov 24 self-email Maya-memo is disturbing; Beata praises herself a bit too much for my liking. If her concern was Maya, why would she even bother writing about how mommy wasn't getting paid for helping her own daughter??
i'm veering towards MbP now.... it's an astounding diagnosis, it sounds like fantasy itself, but there are also people who kill for pleasure; or who get Bulimia; or cut their arms to ease the pain of anxiety; or throw their tennis raquets or golf clubs in frustration, or give money to paedophiles so imaginary Jesus will save them from burning in Hell.... maybe MbP isn't so different from those other cases of irrationality after all?
Nov 25 self-email Maya-memo has me (almost) going back in the other direction! This one is all about Maya, all about Beata's empathy for Maya. there's only two small references to herself.
Jesus, if i had a daughter who seemed to be in constant pain, i would be running around in ever-decreasing circles too...
And let's not forget that everyone who writes a diary, or an autobiography, or who goes on the stage, or into the movies, is basically trying to communicate, even if self-indulgently to themselves alone, or to an imaginary readership, perhaps hoping that a real someone out there will appreciate them - such behaviour is not aberrant, but natural for a social animal that gets by with a little help from your friends...
Why did Shakespeare, or Hemingway, or Groucho Marx, write books? Why am i writing this?
It's all for the same reason; the same reason that Beata wrote her Maya-memos....
Trial Day 24 3:36:00
oh dear - for the first time in this whole trial, Anderson makes a valid point - and what a point! Smith did not mention in her report that Kirkpatrick had told her it was his idea to dope Maya up to the eyeballs . Oh dear god, this a dreadful deception by omission on Smith's part, because Kirkpatrick's admission means without a shadow of a doubt that Beata was NOT pretending - she was following Kirkpatrick's advice in good faith, and therefore it was most definitely NOT Munchausen's by Proxy, it was Kirkpatrick's by Proxy !!! oh my god. (not that there is a god, you understand - it's just an expression of dismay) Even so, Smith did have to separate Beata from Maya, but only because Beata had been led astray by Kirkpatrick.
Smith saved Maya, but she also killed Beata. Oh, Jesus, this is worse than tragic.
3:50:24 Smith reveals herself to be pig-headed and narcissistic, insisting that "medical child abuse" caused by a parent's psychiatric disorder is a medical diagnosis that is her right to diagnose, without any psychiatric evaluation of the alleged abuser. That's insane!
A similar leap in the dark happened in the Lindsay Partin trial, where "child abuse specialist" Dr Makoroff diagnosed abusive head trauma, based on - wait for it, you won't believe this - a "medical history" consisting SOLELY of a one-line report from a social worker that "Dad said" that the victim had been fine the evening before!
Update: Having now heard Maya's victory press statement, I can't imagine what it must be like to be utterly devoid of any empathy for all the doctors and nurses and child protection staff that tried to help her, who she is now kicking in the face for their selfless efforts. They would be fully justified in refusing to treat her again.
Buggy Microsoft Windows became famous for getting its knickers in a twist and going into a catatonic Blue Screen . But by giving it a "Brain Reset" - switching it off, and then back on again, it lost its memory of what had bothered it, and it could start again as if nothing had ever happened.
Kirkpatrick guessed that he could do the same with hysterical histrionic humans, switching them off into a ketamine coma (just short of brain dead), and switching them on again a while later, by which time they would have lost their memory of whatever it was that had been bugging them.
Unfortunately, Kyle wasn't merely a temporary software memory figment of imagination in Maya's emotionally insecure subconscious which had got its knickers in a twist over her Mom's switch of attention to the new baby, he was still there. So when the cyclone hit and triggered Round 2 of Maya's Blue Screen Conversion Disorder , Beata's own hysterical histrionic insecurity spiralled down when it hit the bump of Johns Hopkins' commonsense, and headed for the hills, giving Smarmy Anderson his big chance to get rich quick.
God never intended that the hot and sticky southern states of USA would be inhabited by Northern European white men evolved to live in the cooler climes of higher latitudes, so they became a hornet's nest breeding ground for insecure hysterical histrionic nutcases like the Klu Klux Klan, opening the Garden of Eden door of plenty for opportunistic snake-oil salesmen ambulance-chaser rabble-rousers like Alex Murdaugh, Smarmy Anderson, Netflix, Daily Mail, Court TV, Law&Crime Network, Agatha Christie, and Alfred Hitchcock.
it looks like Beata probably did not have MBP after all, because my
Eureka moment copied below (which just has to be accurate!) indicates
that initially, Beata was responding to Maya's genuine CRPS-ish Conversion Disorder, so it was Maya, not Beata, who started the whole thing.
Then for other reasons (not MBP), Beata went crazy trying to fix
Maya's problem, which would have been as mysterious to her as mine was
to my mother's. Slightly different symptoms (asthma vs. excema), but
same underlying cause of T-cells over-responding to subconscious
stress.
i'm only sorry i didn't figure it out before Beata took her own life.
It does mean that Jack doesn't have to give back the money he got from
Sally Smith, if my guess that it wasn't MBP after all is correct. So
Maya can keep her new car!
Eureka moment: 10 year-old Maya wasn't always telling the truth, that much is
certain. But did she know that what she was saying wasn't true?
That's less certain, although she herself did once say when first
admitted that her life was a lie.... but then she maybe enjoyed the
hospital experience (much nicer for her than what she had been going
through before), and tried to prolong it, by pretending. Is
pretending the same as lying? As Shakespeare puts it: "There are
more things going on in Maya's head, Horatio, than are ever dreamed of
in your philosophy"
i speak from personal experience: at Maya's age, i had constantly
itchy fingers and backs of knees, a classic mild form of CRPS, which
drove my own Mum (herself a nurse) crazy trying to solve it. All the
doctors diagnosed contact dermatitis and prescribed steroid creams and
once even x-ray treatment, burning the affected area. Nothing worked.
Then, at age 14, i went to France, on a school exchange visit, to stay
for a few weeks with a French family, and the following year, their
son came to stay with us. I enjoyed France so much, i went back every
summer holiday thereafter. Every time i came back from France, my
dermatitis had magically cleared up. It was a miracle. But a few
weeks after being back in England, my dermatitis came back again. My
Mum decided it must be the French water, which was softer than chalky
hard English water. That made sense, because skin tests had showed i
was allergic to chalk (and everything else they tested!).
At age 27, after getting a PhD, i wheedled a visit to the Professor of
Dermatology by pretending to his secretary i was a doctor (only half a
lie, as i was entitled to use the title "Dr"). He took one look, and
said "You have atopic excema. Change your soap". I did, and it
worked.
30 years later, i got interested in "Biological Computation", and in
the course of my researches, learned that excema is caused by an
overactive immune system susceptible to stress.
I hadn't known it, but my childhood dermatitis was in fact not an
allergy due to topical environmental irritants like chalk and pollen,
but a conversion disorder - a systemic internal immune system overreaction to subconscious stress, which was relieved every time i was living in the French
family, because their mother was, unlike my own, non-judgmental
towards me.
So, Maya, i know how you feel, and why you got asthma conversion disorder (it's the same fundamental reason i got mine, even though my symptoms looked
and felt different to yours), and why you feel the way you do.
I think your Mom didn't know what she was doing; you can forgive her -
she loved you so much, it drove her crazy trying to solve your
problem, which was a real medical problem (one similar to mine), but
one which you can fix for yourself, simply by becoming aware of what
it really is.
Update: It's understandable that you can't accept your mother was a danger to you, but your claim that you have got justice demonstrates that you are a narcissist lacking empathy for all the doctors and nurses and child protection staff that saved your life. That's shameful. Give the money back.
Nothing to Fear
Dear Michelle, We have never met, yet this morning i awoke thinking of you, and felt a wish to tell you a story i once told to Tracey, who was in the same situation that you are in now. Her reply is one of my treasured memories.
Even though we have never met, we are indirectly connected by what i call "economic symbiosis", although that's another story.
We are also directly connected by biology; we are kith and kin: for our genes - the things that make us who we are - are about 99% the same.
So i know how you feel.
And as if that weren't amazing enough, we are also 98.5% the same as chimpanzees!
And as if even that weren't amazing enough, we are 60% the same as flies! We have the very same basic 5-part body plan as flies, a plan drawn on the Architect of Life's drawing board by our "Hox" genes, which we share with flies. I forget the details, but they are in my book called "Living Computers: Intelligent Plastic Machines".
But there's more!... We are also 40% the same as bananas!!
Phew! Imagine that; you are 60% fly, and 40% banana. Makes you think, doesn't it?!
Like bananas and flies, we also are like Socrates, who Plato (or was it Aristotle?) claimed to be mortal, pretty much his only serious claim to fame, apart from being very annoying to the High Priests of Athens.
Your melanoma has returned, which must be very unsettling to you, which is why i want to share with you the same story i told Tracey, who also had melanoma.
It's my own experience of staring my own death right in the face, and i want to tell you, from that vivid personal experience, that death is nothing to be afraid of, even if it gets you.
It was in 1985, in early winter, at night, when we were shipwrecked off the coast of New South Wales, Australia. At the time, Bruno and i were on deck; me fighting with the mainsail, he watching me nervously from the cockpit, and seasick Alois was lying down below. Our little yacht had been, for hours, being forced backwards by a strong headwind and adverse countercurrent.
It was my fault; my navigation error; my useless seamanship; but it was Alois who paid the ultimate price for my incompetence, something for which i can never forgive myself, an eternal caveat on the piece of paper i was given 10 years later, which states "This certificate entitles the holder to sail as Master of United Kingdom pleasure yachts not exceeding 200 gross registered tons".
Back in 1985, the boat i was supposed to be delivering to Bob in Hawaii, was tipped over by a huge wave that i never even saw coming. i was flung through the air as if shot out of a cannon, then whirled around in an underwater washing machine, head over heels, over and over again, for what felt like forever. My lungs were bursting, and i toyed with the idea of just taking a gulp of water to get it over with, but then, to my astonishment, my head broke the surface.
And immediately went under again. But then came back up again, thanks to the lifejacket i was wearing.
But it wasn't good news, for a little ways ahead, exactly the way the sea was taking me, enormous waves were smashing one after another into a huge great impassive black wall. it was obvious that i too would soon be smashed into that wall, and that would be that.
i was too tired to swim, and not a good swimmer anyway. there was nothing i could do.
i fell asleep. after a while, when i awoke, the wall wasn't there any more. the lights on the shore were a long way further away than they had been.
i was being swept out to sea.
now i knew, with absolute certainty, that it was just a matter of time before the sea or one of its creatures got me.
and with this realisation came the calmness of certainty; i wasn't afraid; i knew it would happen; i was ready for it.
Of course, as you will know because i lived to tell the tale, i was wrong, but that's not the point.
None of us wants to die, but we all eventually do, even Socrates.
So because it's inevitable, it doesn't make any difference in the long run, whether it happens sooner or later.
Lough Neagh, in Northern Ireland, is home to a nation of mayflies - one day in May, they all come out of the lake together: tiny, silent, gossamer creatures - so delicate, so beautiful. So many that walking through them is like walking through a cloud.
But the next day, they are all gone; all dead, except for their invisible children hiding in their eggs back in the lough, waiting to come out themselves as new adults another May day in another 12 months' time.
It used to amaze me that Nature could be so wasteful; to put so much energy into making those beautiful gossamer mayflies, only to throw them away after just one day.
But actually, in Nature, nothing goes to waste, not even nuclear bombs, because everything is eventually recycled somewhere, somehow, sometime.
That's what eventually happens to everyone; to me, and to you, and to the next generation of mayflies.
It doesn't hurt any more when you're dead.
And each day you're not dead, is one more day extra.
Part 2:
Part 3:
Nick Faldo showing junior golfers how to get a knighthood
a homosynonym (a newly-invented portmanteau word like "jabberwocky") is a quite interesting kind of word, quite different to an antonym...
An antonym is a word that looks the same as another word, but which has a different meaning; whereas, a homosynonym is a word which sounds like another word (homonym), and means the same sort of thing (synonym), but in a different way (kind of like a pun with its wires crossed).
a classic (neoclassical, perhaps) example is Ai which is either:
1. a slothful natural creature who seems to just hang around in trees, and(or?)
2. a highly energetic artificial creature (like Alphago) which rushes around in trees.
It's an awful pun, i know, but i find it nicely ironic that scarey Artificial Intelligence shares its name with a South American monkey that looks quite a bit like cuddly ET (and may even have been the inspiration for that character).
The pun needs a bit of explaining: Alphago is a tree-searching computer program - the tree in this case being software-imagined possible futures in a game of "Go":
footnote: sloths got their name because early biologists couldn't be bothered waiting around to see what they did because they seemed to just hang there forever (actually, they're just trying to look like part of the tree, it's a camouflage thing) - but more recently, more patient observers have noticed that the minute they glance away, the sloth suddenly vanishes and it's not there any more when they look back - which suggests that the sloth is more intelligent and quicker than the biologist! :)
Example 1afterthought: UKreigns over Ukraine
Which is bullshit, because UK is so fUKtup; it's US who reigns over you, ok!, except even that isn't true because US isn't us, it's THEM:
[ Dyslexia Rules, k.o. !]
but the only catch is, it will take at least another 6000 years for it to catch on.
2: ppp and ppp
Most homosynonyms are spelled differently, but there are some - such as johnson and Johnson (two same kinds of pricks in two different ways) - which are spelled the same way as well as sounding the same way and meaning the same thing but in a different way.
ppp and Ppp are a second example; ppp is a protocol used to separate wheat from chaff in point-to-point electronic communications colloquially known as email, and in the quite interesting scintillating repartee jumping over horsey obstacles placed in their way by a horse-faced chair between witty guests on a TV panel game called Qi, whereas:
Piddler's puerile pugilism is the exact opposite, a monotonic avalanche of lame-brained infantile gainsaying argument spewing out of the keyboard of a halfwit troll, smothering the few pearls of Suze et al even before they get a chance to be spread, thereby rendering the original intention of the public contributions Qi forum utterly inutile, and suited only to the utterly inutile, it having turned into nothing more qi than a toilet wall covered in shit-useless egomaniacal old quean's vile bile graffitti. This may be proof beyond reasonable doubt that qi is the opposite of iq, overwhelming even the other meaning of ppp.
3. 0ups, OUPs, and oops
Open University Pontifications delivers drivel around the world to anyone who will pay to play -
- whereas 0ups is the big zero inside everyone up themselves,
except for the tiny few who know they know nothing so are willing to say "oops" each time they slice their own ball.
4. RT and arty
The first casualty in UKreign war is the truth; the second casualty is anyone like RT who speaks it, who has just been taken out, whereas:
arty is how Artful Dodger spinners see thems elves, as they pick the pockets of the poor to fill the troughs of the pigs that pay them to fuck truth in the Rs.
Welcome to 1984, 2022-style.
5. Angles and angles
Everyone knows the angle of the dangle is proportional to the heat of the meat, even without having to at end school geometry class,
but it is less well-known that Grande Bretagne is still suffering under the yoke of the invading Angles, which ruined its language, despoiled its froggy cuisine, and blew smoke in the faces of Joe Blowitupyerarse golfers, who can't see that the slower you swing, the further the ball goes, because it's all about angles, except for the horizontal armswing angle, which should be 0 but so often isn't.
6. Trussed, trussed and trust
You can trust your bottom dollar that you can't trust Boris, but what about Truss? She made her name in Brexit by complaining about imported French cheese, and now she's in charge of trussing up black pomegranates and sending them back to France - the coloured ones, that is. But as in West Side Story, where
"Life can be bright in the UK rain,
Kyle can all fight in the Uk-reign;
Life is alright in the UK complain,
If you're all white on the UK plains!"
So if you're White Russian from Ukraine and aren't Red and don't speak Russian, UKreigns Truss will take your reins, throw off your trusses, and welcome you to English rains with open arms sales.
7. Why vet death?
Now that there are only 5,000 new covid infections per day, Queensland Health Minister Yvette de'Ath, on the instructions of Australian Prime Minister Bruce LickinUSars, has declared that no-one need wear a mask any more, as his bosses need those death figures to get back up, to reduce the load of aged drains on the profit market (sorry, i meant to say 'the economy').
Events in Ukraine have cost me $20,000 in investment losses over the last 2 weeks (the smart money having flown first, before the news broke), and i expect it to continue."...a clear picture of events in Ukraine" (Celebrity baleen)
The 18th century in France saw blind faith in State Authority seriously challenged for perhaps the first time in human history, rooted in recent discoveries in science.
But it didn't turn out too well in the short term though, with the idealistic aspiration of Liberty, Equality, and Fraternity quickly turning to the Terror of Madame Guillotine, only repeating the crudities of the Crusades and setting the scene for even worse atrocities in Nazi Germany and American Imperial adventures in the oil-rich Middle East.
In the former case, the great unwashed German public were persuaded to meekly go along with it, whatever private reservations they may have harboured, swayed by the unscientific argument that one race was superior to another, and that they, the blond-haired blue-eyed ones, were God's own Chosen People.
The inanity of this unenlightened argument should have been laughed at by the hoi-polloi, if for no other reason that it's public face belonged to a failed painter with black hair, brown eyes and a Charlie Chaplin moustache.
But it wasn't.
When God made Man, He must have done it on a Friday afternoon, because He made so many basic mistakes in the design of the human brain that it's a bloody miracle we haven't already let ourselves be blown to Kingdom Come by Dr Strangelove.
For Heaven's Sake, only a nation of halfwits could vote in a Billy Bunter buffoon as their own Great Leader!
This year, in September, it will be the 21st birthday of an even more egregious transgression of Common Sense, so egregious that one can only conclude that Sense is anything but Common, for every schoolkid in the physics block should have been marching in the streets demanding that f = ma be given a hearing.
But they didn't, and it wasn't, and it still isn't.
