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Tuesday, January 31, 2006

Nailing the Coffin Down

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little dynamo wrote "Nailing Down the Coffin" January 30 and 31.

Since then, three related pieces of info have emerged. These appear below as preface to this post.

The first is AngryHarry's report of the All Men Are Bastards Knife Block, available from our friends at Mammon.com, whoops, make that "i want one of those dot com"

Hmm. I WANT I WANT I WANT . . . wonder what gender is being pandered to in this ad?

An efficient and revealing marriage of capitalism and the matriarchy. Guess why that's why they call her Mystery Babylon . . . .

Ain't no mystery to little dynamo, tho. Woman's capacity for vengeance -- even over the most petty of matters -- is as boundless as the universe itself.
However, today's postalization near Santa Barbara -- a persistent locale on this blog! -- is more, much more, than mere run-o-the-mill feminine vengeance.
Here's the story and AP headline:
GOLETA, Calif. - A woman wounded in a rampage by a former postal worker died Wednesday, and investigators said the assailant also killed a former neighbor just before the attack, bringing the death toll to eight.
Finally, from LiveScience, here's a long-feared headline and lead sentence:
Era Ends: Western Union Stops Sending Telegrams

After 145 years, Western Union has quietly stopped sending telegrams.
No shit.
Ain't much remaining of the old Western Union, is there?
. . . what with psychomama and her voodoo-vengeance knife blocks running the Show.
Nupe. No telegrams needed anymore. What we are is right out in the open, now: dead bodies in the Post Office and man-hatred for sale.
No call for subtlety anymore, so we shouldn't expect any.
Now . . . on to our Feature Presentation.

Mott the Hoop El
In the post-WWII years, an unprecedented breach opened in the nations of the West, specifically in America. Masculinity, traumatized by WWI and WWII, sought solace in family, church, and work. Following WWII, confrontation of any type was avoided by men. That especially included confrontation with female power, which had been strenghtening in America for over a century. American men were still PTSD, and understandably didn’t want Another War, especially on the homefront.

Instead, their sons got The Homeland.

Many Boomer boys supported feminism – I was one -- having been convinced of its “progressiveness,” and of the righteousness of its demands for “equality” between women and men. Additionally, Boomer males were engaged in extreme rebellion against their own fathers, and against the collective masculine imago not only of America, but of Western civilization itself.

We Boomer boys revolted, rightly, against the corruptive aspects of the Decrepit King, and assumed that once we’d finished him off, we’d ascend to power.


While Father and Son duked it out in America, Europe, and elsewhere, the Girls re-installed matriarchy throughout the Western world, establishing its stronghold right here in the good ole U.S. of A.

With collective masculine defenses down, into the postwar breach rushed the collective feminine, seeking power, and getting it, virtually without resistance. Men were left to “run things,” of course. They still do. But Woman calls the shots now.

She decides who gets shot, too.

Re-establishment of gynocracy in America and the West wasn’t an accident. The way was carefully prepared, not over decades, or even centuries, but over millennia. Those preparations were exquisitely careful, and so far, wildly successful.

How was it done?

That’s far too long a story for here. But let’s peek behind the Veil during the past 150 years, a period crucial to the re-arising of the Great Goddess, and re-establishment of matriarchy.

The 1848 Woman’s Rights Convention (also called the Seneca Falls Convention and Declaration) was organized and led by the Quakers – the so-called “people of peace” – under direction of Lucretia Mott and Elizabeth Cady Stanton. The only non-Quaker Convention delegate was co-organizer Stanton.


Both Stanton and Lucretia Mott – kindly, grandmotherly types – attempted the practice of necromancy and ritual magick, specifically use of “angelic spirits” to impart knowledge and advice. They called their activities “Spiritualism” and likened it to a religion. Many prominent men, particularly homosexuals and artists, joined the Spiritualist/Transcendentalist movement.

But Spiritualism, like channelling today, was merely a new moniker for gynocentric Egypto-Chaldean sorcery -- the same blood-magic necromancy practiced by neo-pagan “priests” like George Bush and his pals in Skull and Bones – or by William Sloane Coffin and the other Ameican “elite” annually in the Godesses’ “terebinth” at Bohemian Grove.

(Not coincidentally, the Russian River-Guerneville area, where the Grove is located, is a noted hotbed of homosexual activity – the Fire Island of the West. The Russian River, like the Nile, also floods regularly, providing a powerful “sympathetic tool” that aids modern practitioners of Egyptian magick. Recall that Osiris is a fertility god of the “overflowing Nile.” His semen is the “fructifying water.”)

Report of the Woman's Rights Convention Held at Seneca Falls, N.Y., July 19th and 20th, 1848. Rochester, 1848.
On July 14, 1848, Lucretia Mott and Elizabeth Cady Stanton issued a call in the Seneca County Courier inviting the public to attend a convention at the Wesleyan Chapel in Seneca Falls on July 19 and 20, "to discuss the social, civil, and religious condition of women." e.

Cannily, Stanton and Mott-Coffin attached their true aim – female empowerment ane re-establishment of matriarchy -- to abolitionism, and vampirized that righteous cause for all ‘twas worth. Frederick Douglass attended the Seneca Falls Convention, and Convention proceedings were published by the North Star office, his press. Modern feminism still employs this tactic, as illustrated by the American Left/Democrats, essentially an identity-political voting bloc, now dominated almost exclusively by “women’s interests.”

Lucretia Mott’s Spiritualism and Transcendentalism, like New Atlantis, rose from the Atlantic Ocean, disguised as a “friend of human progress.”

Meet the New Beast. Same as the Old Beast.

“Ralph Waldo Emerson leaves the Unitarian church after the death of his first wife. His encounters with whaling Quakers in New Bedford are critical to the formulation of an ecumenical theology called Transcendentalism

“In 1848, radical Quakers, calling themselves Congregational Friends (later, the Friends of Human Progress), break away from the Society of Friends. A few months later, these same Friends of Human Progress are the sponsors of the first women's rights convention in Seneca Falls.

“Immediately, the Friends of Human Progress press on into what is today a forgotten corner of American history. These Friends help establish the new fad of spiritualism. In addition to speaking from the inner light of Christ, they also begin to act as mediums for the spirits of the dead. Seances become a common aspect of society for an entire generation (Ann Braude characterizes it as a major American religion in this period.) The history of the women's rights movement is entwined with the spiritualist movement--a fact which was latter written out of the history books by Elizabeth Cady Stanton and Susan B. Anthony.”

[emphasis added]

Quite a pair of princesses. Entwined. Interesting word.

Apt, too!

Let’s see if little dynamo can’t unravel the girls a bit.

And haven’t modern feminists learned well their lessons on censorship and silencing from Mistresses Stanton and Anthony!

Apple doesn’t fall far from the tree!

But it falls a loooong way.

Now: how about “Coffin.” Strange thing to be named, eh?

Hell, if I had a name like Coffin, I’d probably change it to Smith!

Coffin. Prominent Euro-American bloodlines. Produced the Mother of American Feminism, the First Queen of our neo-Babylonian matriarchy, Lucretia Mott. Nee Coffin. Shares her first syllable with Lucifer. Lucy Fer-the-snake, allied with E-lizard-breath Stanton. Lucretia Borgia, the Arch-poisoner . . . hmm. Yep. She fits as well.

Probably just a coincidence. I’m a Misogynist and Oppressor, after all.

Tracing the genesis of American feminism – at least as far back as the 1848 Seneca Falls Conference -- we find recurring themes of occult/magickal rituals, often involving sex-magic, especially forced anal penetration; fertility rites, usually employing a maypole/asherah, often involving crypts, coffins, or “groves of the goddess”; connection to seafaring, sea captains, impression/slavery, Leviathan, antediluvian “Atlantean” cultures, passed through Sumer, Egypt, and Babylon; and complicity of prominent American “blueblood” families with bloodrites and neo-matriarchy – right up to the modern day, with George and Laura.

Modern american feminism was prophesied as “Mystery Babylon” because the author of Revelation understood its eqivalence with the ancient “Great Goddess” and her fertility cults of male sacrifice. Both Daniel and Revelation predict that in the Endtimes, the ancient matriarchal mystery religions will resurface, and eventually dominate the globe, as they do today through America. The mystery religions centered around the pre-monotheistic Great Mother/Lover-son duad, with attendant blood-sacrificial rites.

James Shelby Downard is an occult investigator who wrote the infamous “King Kill/33” essay on American assassination as extension of pagan blood-ritual. Concerning coffins (and Coffins), Downard comments:


Much of Boston's Irish population arrived in American in what were nicknamed the "coffin ships." Members of the Kennedy family were acquainted with the "Coffin" family. The Reverend William Sloane Coffin was the son of the theologian Henry Sloane Coffin; the younger Coffin was a member of the Peace Corps Advisory Council that Sargent Shriver headed. "Shriver" or "Shrive" has the meaning of one who grants absolution to a penitent, and it was customary to call upon a shriver before death. If the shriver was not available, a "sin eater" was summoned. The old pious cry which was connected with the request for a shriving was "Shrive me O Holy Land and Give Me Peace." To this the shriver would respond "Pax Vobiscum":
...the spell lies in two words, Pax Vobiscum will answer all queries. If you go or come, eat or drink, bless or ban, Pax Vobiscum carries you through it all. It is as useful to a friar as a broomstick to a witch or a wand to a conjurer. Speak it but thus, in a deep grave tone, Pax Vobiscum! It is irresistible-watch and ward, Knight and squire, foot and horse, it acts as a charm upon them all. I think, if they bring me out to be hanged tomorrow, as is much to be doubted they may, I will try its weights upon the finisher of the sentence. ("Wamba, son of Witless")
Sargent Shriver, a Catholic and Kennedy by marriage, as head of the Peace Corps and in association with a Coffin, might be considered to be in a sensitive position in relation to mystical onomatology.
In the ancient mysteries the aspirant could not claim a participation in the highest secrets until he had been placed in the Pastos, bed or coffin. The placing of him in the coffin was called the symbolical death of the mysteries, and his deliverance was termed a rising from the dead; the "mind," says an ancient writer quoted by Stobaeus, is afflicted in death just as it is in the initiation in the mysteries. And word answers to word, as well as thing to thing; for burial is to die and death to be initiated. The coffin in Masonry is found on the tracing boards of the early part of the last century, and has always constituted a part of the symbolism of the Third Degree, where the reference is precisely to the same as that of the Pastos in the ancient mysteries. [My emphasis.] (Encyclopedia of Freemasonry)
President Kennedy sat at the head of a coffin table at the White House. To his back, over a fireplace, hung a portrait of Abraham Lincoln, an assassinated president. On either side of the picture were urns that resembled the type called "cinerary urns" which are vessels in which the ashes of the dead are kept.
A book about JFK was called Three Steps to the White House. In Masonry are what is known as the "three symbolical steps." "The three grand steps symbolically lead from this life to the source of all knowledge." (Encyclopedia of Freemasonry)
It must be evident to every Master Mason without further explanation, that the three steps are taken from the darkness to a place of light, either figuratively or really over a coffin, the symbol of death, to teach symbolically that the passage from darkness and ignorance of this life through death to the light and knowledge of eternal life. And this from earliest times was the true symbolism of the step. (Ibid.)
The body of President Kennedy was placed in a coffin which was positioned in the center of a circle under the Capitol dome. The catafalque was "a temporary structure of wood appropriately decorated with funeral symbols and representing a tomb or cenotaph. It forms a part of the decorations of a 'Sorrow Lodge.' " This Masonic Encyclopedia entry refers to the ceremonies of the Third Degree in Lodges of the French Rite.
Pictures taken of the Kennedy coffin and catafalque show these two props of the funerary rite as a point in a circle. Fecundity is the symbolic signification of the Point within a circle and is a derivation of ancient sun worship.

Coffins, of course, also suggest Sumero/Chaldeo/Egpytian “Osiric” fertility cults, with the dead king murdered by being tricked into a coffin (e.g., the “King’s Chamber at Giza, with its “promise” of eternal life. Just get in, lie back, and relax, boy. Trust us!)

The Coffins that brought Lucretia Mott into the world were a New England whaling family – Nantucket, Massachusetts Quakers. Lucretia’s dead daddy, Thomas Coffin, Jr., was a sea captain who hunted sperm whales.

Hunting sperm whales, of course, was the obsession of Captain Ahab in the novels of New Bedford, Massachusetts writer Herman Melville.

British Naval officers and “sea captains” figure in the ancestry of Lucretia Coffin and hubby James Mott.


Long Island-born Quaker reformer James Mott (1788-1868) married Lucretia Coffin in 1811 after meeting her at a Quaker boarding school in Poughkeepsie, New York. Mott became a partner in the nail business Lucretia’s father had recently established in Philadelphia. Though he struggled in the aftermath of the War of 1812 and Panic of 1819, Mott eventually made progress in the cotton trade after 1822. About the same time, however, he and his wife became followers of Elias Hicks (
http://gsmm.org/hicks.htm , http://www.orangecountyquakers.org/web/more/gallery/19c/hicks_e.htm ) a liberal Quaker who frowned upon even indirect support of the slave system. By 1830, then, Mott gave up his lucrative cotton enterprise to avoid the moral opprobrium of even indirectly supporting the “peculiar institution.” He made a successful transition to the wool trade and was able to retire in 1852. Though often portrayed in a mere footnote, Mott participated in many of the same conferences and activities as his better known wife, and even presided over some of the Seneca Falls convention sessions. One of the founders of Swarthmore College, http://www.swarthmore.edu Mott died of pneumonia while visiting a daughter in Brooklyn.

. . . .

Lucretia Coffin represented many of the old families of Nantucket, and a brief account of her ancestry will interest all of the descendants of Adam and Anne Mott.

The Coffin family in England is traced back to the time of William the Conqueror, when a Norman Knight, Sir Richard Coffyn, accompanied William in his invasion of England.

The knight doubtless had his reward, for "Sir Richard Coffyn of Alwington in Devonshire," became an hereditary name for centuries---from the reign of Henry I. to that of Edward VI. Richard Coffyn was Sheriff of Devonshire in the time of Henry VIII. Curious agreements in relation to boundaries between Sir Richard Coffyn and the Abbot of Tavistock are still preserved. In one of them the Abbot grants the privilege of his church to the Coffyn family.

The first of the family in America was Tristram Coffyn, as he still spelled the name, son of Peter and Joanne (Thimber) Coffyn of Brixham Parish, in the town of Plymouth, in Devonshire. They seem to have been people of considerable substance. Tristram married Dionis Stevens, and after his father's death he came to New England, bringing his mother with him. He was said to have been the first person who used a plow in Haverhill. He was a Royalist, and appears to have come to America to escape the Parliamentary party, of which Cromwell soon after this date became the ruling spirit. And several of Tristram's descendants were also Royalists in the time of the American Revolution.

Tristram Coffin was one of the original proprietors of Nantucket, but did not himself go there until the success of the colony had become assure. In 1660, he moved to Nantucket, taking with him his four children--James, John, Stephen and Mary.

Among Tristram Coffin's descendants may be counted Admiral Sir Isaac Coffin of the British Navy, and the Admiral's brother, General John Coffin of the British Army. Two of General Coffin's sons were also British Admirals. Sir Isaac Coffin gave ten thousand dollars to the school of his name in Nantucket.

An interesting account of the lives of James and Lucretia Mott by their granddaughter, Anna Davis Hallowell, is now in print. Something of their relations with Adam and Anne Mott has also found place in the preceding pages of this volume, down to about 1825-30. At that time James Mott had become a merchant in Philadelphia, dealing in cotton and in cotton goods.

About 1830, James Mott became unwilling longer to deal in anything produced by slave labor, and determined to give it up, whatever it might cost him. He took up in its place a wool business, handling wool and woolen goods, and at one time he was interested in a woolen mill near Philadelphia known as the Penn Factory. Business was but moderately successful for some years, and the factory was burned. But he struggled on, and in the end prospered, and about 1850 was able to retire from business with a moderate competence sufficient for all his needs. He was at this time 62 years old. They had been living for some years at No. 338 Arch Street, and the house became a social centre for many relatives and friends. About 1857 they removed to a small farm on the northern borders of the city of Philadelphia, on which a stone house stood near the road, whence the place took the name of "ROADSIDE."

This house, remodeled and enlarged, thenceforth remained their home for the rest of their lives, and "Roadside" has become a name full of pleasant and ennoblind associations to the relatives and to all the friends of the family.

Note in the above account the “granting” by the “abbot” of the “privilege of his church” to the Coffyn family – precisely as if “the church” belonged to the Coffyn, and not to God.

The Coffin family – flush with war-loot – arrived in the Colonies loaded to the gills – not to mention, titled (and therefore potentially landed in the emerging Colonies.)

OK. Let’s take this next section REAL SLOW.

Lucretia Coffin’s father established a nail business in Philadelphia. It’s in the genes, apparently.

(I mean, might as well hang a sign in front that says: “Masons Within. Crosses Built Cheap! Sacrificial Victims Extra!)

Mr. Peaceful-Quaker-Preacher, James Mott, married the scary Lucretia and thereby became a “partner” in Daddy Coffin’s “nail business.” Soon James switched to the cotton-trade. Sheep-shearing was more lucrative!

We’ve got Daddy Coffin as the crypt, James Mott as the Hammer, and Lucretia Mott as the nail that keeps masculinity crucified in this world.

Nice, respectable “family business.”

Between making nails and shearing sheep, the peaceloving Mr. Mott managed to organize and preside over many of the sessions at the Woman’s Rights Convention in Seneca Falls. Indeed, he assisted his lovely Frankenstinian Bride with ferocious devotion in all her female-empowerment activities!

The Mott residence in Philadephia where the Seneca Falls Convention – and no doubt, much else – was planned, was at 338 Arch Street . . . an address suggestive not only of the ubiquitous arches in Masonic iconography and illustration, but of the ancient “arks” constructed by early “Masons” as Osiric caskets – the Hebrew Ark being only one example of “arks” or mobile deities built and used throughout the ancient Near East.

Crucial elements for the Hebrew Ark’s receptacle, the Temple, were built by Hiram in alliance with the (supposedly) monotheistic King Solomon. Hiram was a “craftsman” in metallurgy who ruled the pagan (godess-worshipping) Kingdom of Tyre. He is source for the semi-legendary Hiram Abiff, ancestor of Cain and of Tubal-Cain. Hiram is glorified today as the “father of Masonry.”

American occult elements are often linked, not surpisingly, to New England -- especially to Massachusetts and its whaling communites, like New Bedford. It’s no coincidence that major Catholic Church “priest-abuse” scandals occurred in Massachusetts. Particular attention was focused on incidents in the Fall River Diocese, which includes New Bedford and Martha’s Vineyard.

Why is this relevant to our subject?

Because sex-magic – especially involving children – is essential to the type of transtemporal, transcultural rites we are addressing. These rites are designed primarily to influence the mind via libido. In particular, access is sought to the collective or mass mind. Individuals OR entire cultures are susceptible to extreme influence, even control, via a brew of propaganda, suggestion, manipulation, trauma-inducement, sex, drugs, and related techniques.

Were the Massachusetts priests New World Order elitists in gowns . . . goddess-worshipping, necromantic sorcerers in disguise?

Very unlikely. They were stooges, mostly. Set up to be exposed, for far greater purpose than mere “individual justice.”

The desire behind all the skullduggery we’re describing is the destruction of masculinity, to return global supremacy to matriarchal elements, the Shadow aspects of femininity and masculinity.

A sex-scandal involving kids and priests kills two birds, one stone. First, it encourages molestation hysteria amongst the general population, a condition ALWAYS to the advantage of a matriarchy, especially an emerging one like America. Females are empowered by inciting hysteria concerning male sexuality. The more the masculine image can be demonized, the more Woman is enthroned. Simple. Ancient. Effective.

Second, the Catholic Church – already heavily feminized, at least in America – is massively weakened by the sex scandals. Priests are men. Men are evil, and cannot be trusted anytime, anywhere. Not coincidentally, the Catholic Church, as lost as it currently is, IS the only major institutional barrier between Western matriarchy and world dominion under the Goddess.

Just a coincidence, of course.

Let’s just say those scandals weren’t entirely spontaneous events. Professionals don’t make mistakes, folks, and believe your little dynamo: these forces are WAY BEYOND “professionals.” These are “spiritual powers in high places,” as old Paul put it. Politicians, generals, and corporate execs are merely their stooges.

The Massachusetts priests were undoubtedly influenced, to ensure the necessary results. That’s not to excuse the priests. But it is to point out that greater evils exist in the world than horny priests – and that’s from a former altar boy that’s been there.

Given the choice between Lucretia Mott and Father McGrabby, I’ll take my chances with the horndog.

At least I can run from him.

Lucretia has LOTS more friends, and she never let’s prey slip away.

Speaking of predators, note the Ahab reference below.

“Davis, Lance E., et al. In Pursuit of Leviathan: Technology, Institutions, Productivity, and Profits in American Whaling, 1816-1906. (Chicago: U Chicago Press, 1997). For a view into the difficulties of understanding these sex-segregated societies, see: Norling, Lisa. Captain Ahab Had a Wife: New England Women and the Whalefishery, 1720-1870. (Chapel Hill: UNC Press, 2000). Norling cites Margaret Hope Bacon's conventional wisdom about the beginnings of feminism among whaling Quakers (p. 53), and explains, "I thought I would look in New England maritime communities for the strong, independent women who has withstood the rising tide of Victorian domesticity along with their seafaring husband's regular absences... I did not find them." (p. 3). Specifically, she concludes, "Given the loneliness that so many of them expressed, it is surprising how few of the whalemen's wives appear to have engaged in the kind of intensely romantic relationships with other women described by [Caroll] Smith-Roseberg. Of course, this reflects the evidence that has survived rather than actual incidence, but concrete documentation of romantic friendship surfaced for just two of the several dozen women examined in this study [principally a stash of 155 dead-letters from a Victorian New Bedford post office].'"

“Ahab Had a Wife.” Indeed.

Apparently he had a daughter, too.

America’s King Ahab was Lucretia’s daddy, Thomas Coffin, Jr.

The Biblical Ahab (King of Israel, 869 - 850 BCE) fell into sin through influence of his wife Jezebel, the prototypical name for a wicked woman (Ahab, btw, built an ivory palace for Himself and Hunnybuns.) Jezzie turned Ahab from Yahweh to worship of her local Baal – that is, from observance of monotheism back to worship of the mother/son matriarchal duad. Solomon (reigned circa 971 to 930 BCE) made the same mistake a century earlier under influence of his wives, particularly the Queen of Sheba.

What was Jezebel’s principal occupation?

Hunting down and killing the “prophets of the Lord.”

Like Jesus, those “prophets” were – are -- men opposed to blood-sacrifice, vengeance, and the inevitable chaos of desolation that attends matriarchy, with females “empowered” collectively as citizens superior to males.

Some things just don’t change. “Female empowerment” is one of them. Ask John or Bobby.

Hey, ask Jesus . . . if you can raise him.


Nobody cares about that dead stiff, anyway . . . he’s just a sidenote to Mary Magdalene who, you see, was ACTUALLY Jesus’s WIFE, but the Evil Patriarchs didn’t want humanity to know that Jesus and Mary were equals, because the Sacred Feminine blah blah blah Ain’t I Wonderful?

Sells, though. Sells bigtime.

Always has.

Jesus, on ‘tother hand . . . he don’t sell.

Dig it – even little dynamo’s NEXT DOOR NEIGHBOR has got a book out on the “Holy Grail” . . . you know, all about how the REAL ROYALTY is passed through the feminine bloodline, about how the Goddess has been cheated and humiliated and oppressed etc.

Everyone’s in on the Kraze. It’s all the rage. A Da Vinci Code on every corner, a neodruid behind every tree.

Kid you not. My NEIGHBOR! I live in the Middle of Nowhere!

He wants to instruct me – and all the wide world – about The Holy Grail!!

O my Goofy God in Heaven!! Do I tell him how to fix fucking cars?!

Where WILL it END!!


Anyway . . . in the Bible, Jezebel – the power behind Ahab’s throne (Hilary, Laura or Nancy, anyone?) is opposed by the prophet Elijah, one of the few Uppity Males who managed to avoid Queen Jezebel’s pogrom . . . er, I mean, her Campaign for Equality!

Notably, Jezzie was daughter of the King of Tyre. Tyre was an ancient Meditteranean port and island famous for Alexander’s siege, and for links with seafaring, trade, metallurgy, sacrficial magick, and occult rites of power. King Solomon allied with Hiram, King of Tyre, in the construction of the first Hebrew Temple, which was a housing/conductor for its “Ark.” The Ark was intermediary between Israel and God. As such, it was the manifest MALE REPRESENTATIVE of “Yahweh” and of monotheism and nascent “patriarchy” in the world. The nation of Israel constantly struggled, and often failed, to break free from the grip of matriarchy and its myriad Goddess cults (Asherah, to the Semitic tribes.)

Like King Ahab, King Manasseh of Judah (circa 687 to 642 BCE) relapsed into idolatry – specifically, the worship of the Goddess or Great Mother and her “son” in statuary, natural forms, temples, and groves. Manasseh – often equated with modern America as “Babylon” – set up an “asherah,” a wooden image of the goddess inside the Hebrew Temple. This wasn’t merely sacrilege. It refuted the very purpose of the Temple and Ark.

Since femaleness suffuses creation, the pure male is cast out. He has no right to life.

-- Camille Paglia

Why would the Ark – the central symbol, the very personage, of monotheism and masculinity – remain in a “Temple” with the goddess? The whole POINT of the Temple was to provide a MALE SANCTUARY for “Yahweh” that was CLOSED OFF from the influence of the Goddess, and by extension, from the influence of woman, and from the “priests” of the Goddess – the same “priests” who planned America as the seedbed of feminism, and of the NWO under Goddess Babylon.

Get the picture?

Hurricane Camille ain’t kidding. Femaless IS material existence. It is everywhere and everything.

In such a universe – as upon a Catholic altar – the male MUST HAVE a few precious square feet in which to BREATHE, FOR GOD’S SAKE!

And precisely as today, the male is excluded by custom and law – custom and law manipulated into place by feminism – from having any place of exclusive male refuge. The same “rules,” of course, don’t appy to women.

Somehow, they almost never do.

Ancient Near-Eastern cultures were always teetering on regression to matriarchy . . . when they weren’t practicing it outright.
In The Mothers, Briffault writes: "The Jewish rabbis themselves, at a comparatively late date acknowledged that the four matriarchs Sarah, Rebecca, Rachel and Leah had occupied a more important position than the three patriarchs, Abraham, Isaac and Jacob. According to Robertson Smith the tribe of Levi was originally metronymous (matrilineal), being the tribe of Leah."
No wonder “Yahweh” was constantly kicking their butts!
So, that about cover’s Lovely Lucretia’s coffin-connections

Now let’s peek at her adopted name, Mott. It is equally instructive, especially in context of the modern necromantic cults mentioned above.

“Mot” was the name of the god of death in Ugaritic myth.

Here’s a passage from


Mot, the next offspring, who is Lord of the Underworld and the barren season then defeats Ba'al, enraging Ba'al's consort Anath, who ironically in the Ugarit form of the myth enters the fray as a Death Goddess upholding the paternal order. When Mot refuses to revive Ba'al, Anath kills and dismembers him, scattering his remains over the land.

Baal, now revived, undertakes a full-scale war against all the other gods, who are now referred to as the "Sons of Asherah," and is victorious. The death of Mot is conceived in a seven year cycle as representing the end of seven years of drought and famine.

In her role of Goddess of War and Death , Anath's lust for blood is unbounded: "Anat kills the people living in valleys, in cities and on the seashore and in the land of sunrise, until the cut off heads of soldiers were reaching to her belt and she was wading up to her waist in blood. Violently she smites and gloats, Anat cuts them down and gazes; her liver exhaults in mirth ... for she plunges her knees in the blood of soldiers, her loins in the gore of warriors, till she has had her fill of slaughtering in the house, of cleaving among the tables." After which, she, the Progenetress of Nations washed her hands of the blood of the slain, in dew and rain supplied by her brother Ba'al." (Walker 29, Cohn 1993 126)
"Anath was fertilized by the blood of men, rather than semen, because her worship dated all the way back to the neolithic, when fatherhood was unknown and blood was considered the only substance which could transmit life. Hecatombs of [100] men seem to have been sacrificed to Anath when her image was reddened with rouge and henna for the occasion.

Like the Lady of the Serpent Skirt, Anath hung the shorn penises of her victims on her goatskin apron or aegis."

"Anath's capacity to curse and kill made even the Heavenly Father afraid of her. When El seemed reluctant to do her bidding, she threatened to smash his head and cover his grey hair and beard with gore. He hastily gave her everything she asked, saying 'Whoever hinders thee will be crushed' " (Walker 30).

In the mythical cycle, "Mot too is [now] revived and once again challenges Baal to single combat. In the midst of the fighting, however, the sun-goddess, Spsi (Shapash), intervenes, advising Mot that no further combat is needed because El is now on the side of Baal. El, always patriarchal and judicious, has discerned that Baal in his defeat and resurrection has manifested a new form of order; as a patriarchal deity El must uphold this new order. The decree is made that Baal will rule during the seasons of fertility and Mot during the seasons of sterility and drought." – Grollier

There are many implications of this mythical cycle that underly the events of the Bible and overshadow and cast the die for the Christian heritage (Grollier Multimedia Encyclopedia 1993):

Firstly: "the myth forms a watershed for the understanding of myth and history throughout the Near East. "Egyptian, Hittite, Hurrian, and Ugaritic myths are present in this cycle. Moreover, Hesiod clearly made use of some of these mythological elements in his Theogony; Baal, Yamm, and Mot are directly related to Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades."

Secondly: "although the Old Testament contains a polemic against Baal, Asherah, and Astarte, some of the elements and practices of the Hebrews are best understood within the context of Canaanite mythology."

Thirdly: Anath as the death twin of Mari Lady of Birth, and the destroyer of the dying and reviving Mot plays a central, if concealed role in the crucifixion psychodrama
"Anath annually cast her death-curse anathema on the Canaanite god", fulfilling Mot's slaying of Ba'al and his destruction in turn by her. Mot stood for the barren season that slew its own fertile twin Aleyin, the son of Ba'al. "In typical sacred-king style Mot-Aleyin was the son of the virgin Anath and also the bridegroom of his own mother. Like Jesus the Lamb of God, Aleyin said 'I am the lamb which is made ready with pure wheat to be sacrificed in expiation.' " (Walker 31 [Larousse]).

"After Aleyin's death, Anath resurrects him and sacrifices Mot, telling him he has been forsaken by his heavenly father El." This is precisely the same father to whom Jesus cried " 'Eloi Eloi lama sabaschthani' - El El why hast thou forsaken me? ... and some said 'Behold he calleth for Elias' and one ran and filled a sponge with vinegar and put it on a reed and gave it to him to drink saying, 'Let alone; let us see whether Elias will come to take him down'. And Jesus cried with a loud voice and gave up the ghost." (Walker 31, Mark 15:34

"The sacred drama included a moment when Anath broke Mot's reed scepter, to signify his castration, again foreshadowing a detail of the Christian Gospels. ... Naturally the god-killing Anath was much diabolized in patriarchial legends. Abyssinian Christians called her Aynat "the evil eye of earth". They said she was an old witch destroyed by Jesus, who commanded that she must be burned and her ashes scattered on the wind." (Walker 31)

St. Paul's excommunication curse "If any man love not the Lord Jesus Christ, let him be Anathema Maran-atha derives from the more ancient curse of Anath:
Ana-tithenai: to set up, dedicate [a curse], maranatha: Our Lord [bridegroom], come.

Although the Ugaritic Mot was a male deity, note that the real power in this unending ritual of the “sacrifice” of MALE blood is the matriarchal goddess. She does the killing, the boys do the dying. She destroys and re-creates the male, and it is her word that commands the male in repetition of blood ritual.

Little dynamo can almost see her, hunched beneath the cross, weighed by grief, weeping quietly, abject in mourning.

In the night, when everybody’s gone, Pilate’s wife gives her towells, and “Anath” crawls around on her knees, sopping up the torture blood, the murder gristle.

Mustn’t let good blood go to waste!

Note in the above passage that the Ugaritic Great Goddess is deemed omnipotent even by the “Heavenly Father.”

This “mythological” passage, revealing the deep gynocentricity of the ancient Near East -- its blood-pagan roots, and the constant pull of regression to gynocracy -- shows clearly WHY Jesus (the real and present Jesus, not the castrati the denominations worship) was necessary, and still is necessary – more now, indeed, than ever.

The Goddess arranges an eternal combat between the “brother gods” (here, Mot and Baal; elsewhere, Osiris and Set, etc.). They are encouraged, often by questioning or betlittling their manhood, to fight each other in endless re-enactment of pagan blood-ritual – whether by formla war, or in much more subtle ways . . . like blowing out the back of a man’s head as he rides in a parade procession. In any and every case, the losers are always BOYS and MEN.

The winner is the controller of the Game: the “Great Goddess” and whatever lacky-boy she chooses to employ that particular century.

That’s why Jesus preached and demonstrated brotherhood, and why he told his Mom: “What have I to do with you, woman?”

Mom is used to Getting Her Way, and she will do anything – including destroying the world and herself – in order to Get Her Way. And there are always hungry New Fools eager to serve her.

Finally, following the “Mott” trail, here’s a quote from the Qim Tunes, an online document “authored” by five autistic men in the early 1990s. I consider Qim Tunes a potential “new testament” regarding masculinity (which doesn’t mean it supersedes or invalidates the Bible, btw.)

The autistic men, largely nonverbal, used finger-pointing techniques to spell out their communications. A primary-care worker named Tom Smith helped them, and eventually typed the document onto the Internet. Tom Smith “happens” to be a “masculist” – a prominent and outspoken men’s activist.

After studying the document, I wrote a series of commentaries for Qim Tunes, published on the Net as “Kin Notes.”

Here’s a relevant Qim Tunes quote:

Geof: In you, its Jed’s most hike. Try to make it remembered. Mike kin allies. (I have one "Mike" kin. A second cousin and a wonderful guy. But maybe he is referring to my friend Mike)
Brent: Sew Mercy.
Nick: Snot got our Motts VT X. Sun tunes not Lio.
Tom: Motts?
Brent: Your mit is more in the Mott family. (My fathers side of the family changed their name from Mott to Smith in the mid 1800’s. "Mit" is my FC hand.)
Tom: No one ever has heard me mention the Motts.
Brent: Using others for information. (Rubbing my face in frustration) Trust me. North sorts innocent. Tormenting the morning is natural. NY us. Turn for PMS. Roq Lord, Mike. We’re hiring him. Kort him. North avenges South. (My friend Mike is the quintisential Marxist - Nietzchean atheist)
Adrian: Store (quotes) track Monliness. Tout.

What goes around comes around, eh? Karma getting Instanter by the minute!

Thus we are returned to Lucretia Coffin and her husband and namesake, the Quaker warlock James Mott.

And Here we are. Not only is “democracy” not a barrier to neo-matriarchy, it’s Big Mama’s Best Buddy!

Turns out we – and increasingly, much of the planet – is ruled by a gynolatrous, necromantic “priesthood” selected from the “prime stock” of American colonialism and European “nobility.” Still think not?

The last two “candidates” for Presidency in our, uh, demonocracy are both CURRENT members of a tiny occult society practicing blood-magick and goddess-worship.

. . . That’s the “democracy” that America and its “patriarchal” President wants to export – along with female empowerment – around the globe. In service of its ends, America will use force, if necessary . . . or just for fun.

O Manasseh, what witchery has befallen thee? Your father Joseph is shamed, and you are an abomination before the LORD.

Come out of her, my beloved ones, for she has instructed her hunters against you. Flee from her wickedness and bloodlust. May God release her captives, and set them over her, as watch forever against evil.

“Wine is strong, the King is stronger, women are strongest, but Truth conquers all”

-- Inscription on Rosslyn Chapel, riddle solution that led directly to the rebuilding of the Second Temple of Jerusalem

Thursday, January 26, 2006

Underground Listening Post: Beast, Inc.

Then the LORD said unto me,

Out of the north an evil shall break forth upon all the inhabitants of the land.

For, lo, I will call all the families of the kingdoms of the north, saith the LORD; and they shall come, and they shall set every one his throne at the entering of the gates of Jerusalem, and against all the walls thereof round about, and against all the cities of Judah.

And I will utter my judgments against them touching all their wickedness, who have forsaken me, and have burned incense unto other gods, and worshipped the works of their own hands.

Thou therefore gird up thy loins, and arise, and speak unto them all that I command thee: be not dismayed at their faces, lest I confound thee before them.

For, behold, I have made thee this day a defenced city, and an iron pillar, and brasen walls against the whole land, against the kings of Judah, against the princes thereof, against the priests thereof, and against the people of the land.

And they shall fight against thee; but they shall not prevail against thee; for I am with thee, saith the LORD, to deliver thee.

-- Jeremiah 1: 14-19

Prior posts delved into Charles Manson's "December 25, 2000" artwork (image from CharlieManson.com).

Those posts (see October 2005 archives, beginning with "Ragna Rok and Man Son Role") mostly explored occult, ideo-political, eschatological, and "mythological" elements of Manson's art piece -- but another dimension surfaced today.

About 18 months ago, an un-named source strongly suggested a future rift between the U.S. and Canada. I don't follow politics closely, and was only tangentially aware that Canada has a Prime-Minister-in-waiting, one Stephen Harper, whose first news conference included what the Associated Press called his intention to . . . "stand by a campaign pledge to increase Canada's military presence in the Arctic and put three military icebreakers in the frigid waters of the Northwest Passage."

Harper also commented:

The single most important duty of the federal government is to protect and defend our national sovereignty . . . There are new and disturbing reports of American nuclear submarines passing though Canadian waters without obtaining the permission of, or even notifying, the Canadian government.

Those "waters" so pointedly defined as "Canadian" by the incoming P.M. are, specifically, the Arctic Ocean, and very specifically indeed, the Northwest Passage, still crucial in shipping, geostrategics, and other, less obvious, matters.

Harper also said:

The United States defends its sovereignty; the Canadian government will defend our sovereignty. It is the Canadian people that we get our mandate from, not the ambassador of the United States.

In the Old Days, this was Standard Operating Procedure: one took office/power, and immediately flexed and posed for the homefolk, so they'd feel all snuggy at night abed. Such macho demonstrations also put neighbors on notice that agression against The Homeland is discouraged, etc. etc.

Granted, this is a Conservative Party P.M. -- but still . . . saber-rattling by the Canadians?!!


Yikes. Talk about new world order.

This is the full article:

Canada Reasserts Arctic Sovereignty

By BETH DUFF-BROWN, Associated Press Writer

Thu Jan 26, 5:16 PM ET

TORONTO - Canada's next prime minister used his first news conference Thursday to tell the United States to mind its own business when it comes to territorial rights in the Arctic North.

Testing the notion that he would kowtow to the Bush administration, Stephen Harper, whose Conservative Party won general elections on Monday, said he would stand by a campaign pledge to increase Canada's military presence in the Arctic and put three military icebreakers in the frigid waters of the Northwest Passage.

U.S. Ambassador David Wilkins had criticized the plan Wednesday, describing the Arctic passage as "neutral waters."

"There's no reason to create a problem that doesn't exist," Wilkins said during a panel discussion at the University of Western Ontario, according to the Canadian Broadcasting Corp. "We don't recognize Canada's claims to those waters. Most other countries do not recognize their claim."

No reporter brought up the U.S. ambassador's views Thursday, but Harper said he wanted to comment on them.

"The United States defends its sovereignty; the Canadian government will defend our sovereignty," Harper said. "It is the Canadian people that we get our mandate from, not the ambassador of the United States."

Harper's surprising salvo was likely intended as a message to those in the Bush administration who might be cheering the election of a Conservative government and view Harper as a pushover when it comes to prickly U.S.-Canadian relations.

Arctic sovereignty has been a sensitive subject for decades, with
U.S. Navy submarines and ships entering northern waters without asking permission. Ottawa has generally turned a blind eye to the United States' sending ships through the area.

Canadian media reported last month that a U.S. nuclear submarine traveled secretly through Canadian Arctic waters in November on its way to the North Pole.

The Northwest Passage runs from the Atlantic through the Arctic to the Pacific.

Global warming is melting the passage — which is only navigable during a slim window in the summer — and exposing unexplored fishing stocks and an attractive shipping route. Commercial ships can shave off some 2,480 miles from the trip from Europe to Asia compared with the current routes through the Panama Canal.

Harper said during a campaign speech in December he would dramatically increase Canada's military presence in the Arctic North. He intends to construct and deploy three new armed icebreaking ships and construct a $1.7 billion deep-water port and an underwater network of "listening posts."

"The single most important duty of the federal government is to protect and defend our national sovereignty," Harper said in the December speech. "There are new and disturbing reports of American nuclear submarines passing though Canadian waters without obtaining the permission of, or even notifying, the Canadian government."

Harper has not said whether he would order military action if the ships or port detected an unauthorized submarine in Arctic waters.
Harper, meanwhile, said he had a friendly conversation with
President Bush on Wednesday but had not fixed a date for their first meeting. He said he had also received calls from other major allies, including Mexican President Vicente Fox, British Prime Minister
Tony Blair and Australian Prime Minister John Howard.

The "underwater network of listening posts" got my attention, and I think Harper reflects nervousness -- partly conscious, partly unconscious -- in the Candadian national psyche about potential ingestion by that enormous cockatrice in Manson's drawing . . . an occult/masonic monster that springs from the Carolinas, an emblem perhaps of the world-devouring New American Empire.

As detailed in "Ragna Rok and Man Son Role," posted herein and at Georgie's Raydiator Service, the "theatre of conflict" in Manson's artwork is the Arctic Ocean -- from a practical standpoint, one of the most unlikeliest places on Earth for war . . . but from an occult or "spiritual" standpoint, a primary, and primal, battleground.

The element of water recurs in these particular strands of occult operations. Remember: it's the planetary "maternal fluid," from which life emerged. Thus it retains a type of procreative/primal power, applicable to various purposes.

Highway 101 and the Southern California coast was Manson's base-of-operations, of course, after the Family migrated from the Haight-Ashbury in S.F.

Los Angeles, as now, was a hotbed of occult experimentation and activity in the Sixties and Seventies. (Tom Reamy's period short-story, "San Diego Lightfoot Sue," sums the vibe with chilling perfection. I wrote a screen adaptation for it.)

Amongst other seaside locales, Malibu and Topanga Canyon were notorious for neopagan rituals involving drugs, violence, sex-magick, and blood-magick.

In 1967, at an infamous house in (very) Lower Topanga called the "Spiral Staircase," the Manson Family was introduced to house-resident Diane ("Snake") Lake. The house overhung a nearby creek.

(Gee . . . maybe Canada's submerged "listening posts" will be tuning into "Chuckles' Greatest Hits, Volume Nine"?)


Reports of Unidentifed Submerged Objects flying into, or out of, Southern Califonia waters are common, and not completely dismissable as kookery.

The Santa Catalina Channel -- about as deep as Everest is high -- is notorious for sightings, including major hits on February 7, 1989, and June 14, 1992 -- with USOs emerging silently from the ocean, sometimes hovering, then flying away.

Perhaps the best-known USO sighting was on October 4, 1967, at Shag Harbor, Nova Scotia, Canada -- investigated by no less than the RCMP.

Accounts of appearing and disappearing deities in most mythologies and iconographies indicate subterranean or sub-oceanic origin/destination, rather than the celestial travel commonly perceived and reported.

I guess SPACE: THE FINAL FRONTIER! is sexier than mucking about in our own backyards. . . .

Modern science knows more -- much more -- about the black of the moon's back than about the Deep right here on Stone Trey.

OK. Let's look again at Charles' picture, this time in context of

Daniel 12 and Revelation 12 -- overlaid texts prophesying "Endtimes" players and actions.

Daniel 12:1 states:

At that time Michael, the great prince who protects your people, will arise. There will be a time of distress such as has not happened from the beginning of nations until then. But at that time your people—everyone whose name is found written in the book—will be delivered.

Revelation 12 likewise predicts:

And there appeared another wonder in heaven; and behold a great red dragon, having seven heads and ten horns, and seven crowns upon his heads.

And his tail drew the third part of the stars of heaven, and did cast them to the earth: and the dragon stood before the woman which was ready to be delivered, for to devour her child as soon as it was born.

And she brought forth a man child, who was to rule all nations with a rod of iron: and her child was caught up unto God, and to his throne.

And the woman fled into the wilderness, where she hath a place prepared of God, that they should feed her there a thousand two hundred and threescore days.

And there was war in heaven: Michael and his angels fought against the dragon; and the dragon fought and his angels,

And prevailed not; neither was their place found any more in heaven.

And the great dragon was cast out, that old serpent, called the Devil, and Satan, which deceiveth the whole world: he was cast out into the earth, and his angels were cast out with him.

And I heard a loud voice saying in heaven, Now is come salvation, and strength, and the kingdom of our God, and the power of his Christ: for the accuser of our brethren is cast down, which accused them before our God day and night.

And they overcame him by the blood of the Lamb, and by the word of their testimony; and they loved not their lives unto the death.

Therefore rejoice, ye heavens, and ye that dwell in them. Woe to the inhabiters of the earth and of the sea! for the devil is come down unto you, having great wrath, because he knoweth that he hath but a short time.

Manson's "cockatrice" resembles Revelation's "great red dragon" with multiple heads and horns -- and Charles, of course, knows (and quotes!) Scripture quite accurately.

And when the dragon saw that he was cast unto the earth, he persecuted the woman which brought forth the man child.

Celestial "dragons" exist both in deep space (the constellation Draco/Draconis) and in the sublunary, or "astral," region. When the serpent is cast out in Revelation, "heaven" probably refers to the latter (in which Satan is called "prince of the air.")

Notice that Revelation warns the inhabitants of both earth and sea that the devil literally will manifest within them. Note also the delay in Satan's self-consciousness of his "change in circumstances."

The demotion appears unrecognized, then ill-received!

My sympathy! :O)

One moment gliding regally, Emperor of Midair.

The next, just a fat worm crawling across the dirt, writhing beneath the brine.

One moment phastasmagoric, intangible, an untraceable flit . . . invulnerable!

The next, chunked down into water and stone, exposed, freezeframed, aslog in the Oatmeal of spacetime.



Not much different, really, from the Revolutionary War. Gorilla tactics. Local knowledge.

Horses for courses. So forth.

Arranging the scrap on native territory, hell, that's half the battle.

Saturday, January 21, 2006

Strike Another Match Go Start Anew

All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home
All your reindeer armies, all are going home
The lover who just walked out your door
Has taken all his blankets from the floor
The carpet, too, is moving under you
and it's all over now, Baby Blue

(Zimmy the Bobhead)

Whale Stranded in River Thames Dies

By DAVID STRINGER, Associated Press Writer 1 hour, 1 minute ago

LONDON - The lost and distressed whale stranded in the River Thames died Saturday as rescue workers ferried it on a rusting salvage barge in an effort to release it in the open sea, an animal rights group said.

In Matrix Revolutions, after Neo is sacrificed, he is towed into "position" by a "garbage scow" composed of Machine World entities.

The iconography of diverse ancient cultures depict this "celestial ferry" as part of post-mortem ritual-magic.

The 20-foot-long Northern bottlenose whale had been lifted onto a barge by rescuers and was being taken downriver toward the North Sea when it suffered convulsions and died, the Royal Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals said.

The whale struggled with the effects of being out of the water as it was ferried toward the Thames Estuary, officials said.

"It was a brave, valiant, but ultimately tragic effort to get the whale to safety," RSPCA scientific officer Leila Sadler said.

Swaddled in blankets on the barge, the marine mammal — watched by thousands in London as it spent two days swimming up the murky river past some of the capital's most famous landmarks — had shown signs of increasing stress and stiffening muscles, an indicator it was in serious difficulty.

"The animal suffered a series of convulsions at around 7 p.m. (2 p.m. EST) and died," Sadler said. "It was already dehydrated, hadn't been feeding and the being out of the water would have, in effect, shriveled the animal's internal organs.

"It was essential to try to take the whale out to sea on the barge — but there was always the risk this would happen."

A crowd of 3,000 people at Albert Bridge in south London had cheered and applauded as the whale was tethered to a sling and lifted by a crane onto the barge Crossness. Rescue crews were heading toward Margate, on the southern English coast, where they hoped to let the whale back out to sea.

"There was a real chance that the rescue attempt could have succeeded, but these type of mammals are very prone to the effects of stress and I'm afraid it all became too much," said Tony Woodley, spokesman for the British Divers Marine Life Rescue group, which led the rescue attempt.

"It was always going to be a race against time to get it to the ocean, especially with the effect being out of the water has on a whale's body."
A veterinarian will conduct a necropsy aboard the salvage vessel to determine the cause of death.

"All the crew on the barge are shattered by the death," Woodley said. "They were tired and exhausted but had been determined to do everything they could to get the whale to safety. It really is a terrible shame."

Experts had warned earlier that the Northern bottlenose whale, normally found in the cold North Atlantic, may not survive. Witnesses said the mammal's snout was bloodied, and photos appeared to show damage to one of its eyes and a number of cuts on its torso.

Gee, all cut-up and bloodied, eh?

and in this kinder, gentler world, too . . .

I am stunned.

Earlier, veterinarians and rescuers waded into the river near Albert Bridge to assist the whale, taking medical tests and attaching an inflatable pontoon to the animal as Londoners jammed the riverbanks to watch the drama. Blood samples were being tested at a nearby hospital.
The Northern bottlenose whale — the first seen in the river since record keeping started in 1913 — flailed through the Thames on Friday, passing Big Ben and the Houses of Parliament as hundreds of curious onlookers jammed the shoreline. The animal twice tried to beach itself.

International and local television networks broadcast the drama live, and police were forced to close a nearby bridge as the number of people watching swelled.

The Northern bottlenose whale can reach nearly 30 feet in length — longer than a traditional red double-decker London bus — and weigh nearly 8 tons. The whale was about 40 miles from the mouth of the Thames on the North Sea.

The whales are known as curious animals, readily approaching boats and normally traveling in groups, according to the Whale and Dolphin Conservation Society's Web site.

When sick, old or injured, whales often get disoriented and swim away from their pod, said Mark Simmonds, the society's science director.
Some people reported seeing a second whale in a different section of the river Friday.

Last week, marine officials said they saw two bottlenose whales in northeastern Scotland. The mammals are normally seen in northwestern Scotland. That, coupled with the second sighting Friday, could suggest that something is disrupting the whales, Sadler said.

Scientists have said fluctuating ocean temperatures, predators, lack of food and even sonar from ships can send whales into waters that are dangerous for the mammals.

"It's extremely rare for one to turn up in a river in the United Kingdom," said Tony Martin, a senior scientist with the British Antarctic Survey.


Tom: You been to England lately? It ain’t so English anymore. The Empire is finished. Eh, y’know, they got the Big Ben and the Tower and . . . but it’s just a theme park. Sheesh. You got your start there. Man, how’s that make you feel? That the Empire is finished?

-- dialogue, "Tom Friend" to "Jack Fate," from the film masked and anonymous

Tuesday, January 17, 2006

Just Another Thirteenth Friday

There are some things you can't cover up
with lipstick and powder
Did I hear you mention my name
can't you talk any louder?
Don't come any closer
Don't come any nearer
My vision of you can't get any clearer

Girls talk
And they want to know how
Girls talk
And they say it's not allowed
Girls talk
If they say that it's so
Don't you think that I'd know by now?

That the word upon everyone's lips
Stick that you're dedicated
Though you may not be an old-fashioned girl
You're still going to get dated
Was it really murder?
Were you just pretending?
Lately I have heard you are the living end

Girls talk
and they wanna know about her
Girls talk
they wanna know if I care
Girls talk
and they wanna know where
Girls talk Girls talk

"Girl's Talk" (E. Costello)

Wanna know how girls talk?

Are you positive?

Take your time . . . because once you hear reality -- as opposed to whatever you want or need to believe -- well, it's like when Neo swallows the Red Pill in The Matrix.

There's no Going Back to Before. There never WAS any Before.
The truth'll set you free, and no shit.

But that doesn't mean you'll like it. Either truth or freedom.

Chances are, in fact, you won't like either. Neither is comfortable, calming, safe . . . or free.

I know somebody who knows somebody who knows a fly on a White House wall. His name's Mick Fly. (Now you'd think a fly on white paint would be detected, but that place is DARK inside!)

Before we listen in to The Girls planning our futures,
here's your Friday the Thirteenth prophecy from First Witch Laura.

Yesterday, on MLK Day, Laura's (ahem!) "opponent" Hillie Rodham, delivered a rousing speech to a Harlem congregation, in which she encouraged self-victimization, racial disharmony, and judgment of Americans by color of skin and level of perceived identity "oppression," rather than content of individual character.

I'm sure the Doc would have approved heartily.

Perhaps that trembling beneath our feet is him, graverolling.

Or maybe that's US shake-a-shake-a-bakin', grovelling before idols of ourselves. Makes ya wonder who's really dead.

Perhaps we're just plain terrified of what we've become, of how comprehensively we've betrayed our nation's principles and ideals, and can't even admit it to ourselves.

Laura Bush Sees Woman President in Future

By DEB RIECHMANN, Associated Press Writer

Friday, January 13, 2006

(01-13) 17:11 PST WASHINGTON, (AP) --

Laura Bush predicted on Friday that the United States soon will have a female president — a Republican, and maybe even Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice. "I think it will happen for sure," Mrs. Bush said about a woman in the Oval Office.

She made the comment in a CNN interview broadcast on Friday, the day before she leaves for Liberia to attend the inauguration of the first female president in Africa.

"I think it will happen probably in the next few terms of the presidency in the United States," Mrs. Bush said.

Rice has said she has no desire to be president when President Bush's second term expires, but Mrs. Bush said: "I'd love to see her run. She's terrific."

Mrs. Bush leaves Saturday night for Africa where she will visit Ghana and Nigeria to promote education and AIDS treatment after leading the U.S. delegation attending the swearing-in of Liberia's President-elect Ellen Johnson-Sirleaf on Monday in Monrovia.

Rice is part of the delegation, as is one of the president's daughters, Barbara, who worked recently at a pediatric AIDS hospital in South Africa. "She's interested in the policy surrounding AIDS and what we can do in our country and in other countries around the world to really stop AIDS," Mrs. Bush said.

During the 13-minute interview in the Map Room of the White House, Mrs. Bush talked about how she and the president try to comfort the families of fallen U.S. troops by saying that their service in the armed forces is helping to establish a stable democracy in the Middle East.
In another gesture of consolation, Mrs. Bush said that on Thursday she called to offer encouragement to the wife of Supreme Court nominee Samuel Alito, Martha-Ann Bomgardner, who left her husband's testy Senate confirmation hearing in tears, eliciting sympathy from senators of both parties.

"I think it's very important for the Senate to have a very civil and respectful hearing for anyone that has been nominated for the Supreme Court or for the other jobs that require Senate confirmation," Mrs. Bush said.

"But on the other hand, my family has been in politics for a long time and I think you do develop a thick skin. Does it ever not hurt? You know, not really."

Not to worry, my poor, abused, downtrodden Queens of Babylon: your hides are thicker than an octogenarian Gila Monster with barnacles.

A female American President, eh?

Talk about whuppin' The Dead Horse!!

Females already rule North America and most of the Western world. I mean, where do we go from total matriarchy?

We go down. Backwards and down. That's where we go. Plunging like a streetwalker's neckline.







Maybe two.

Scroll up and check the photo again, because these are America's real decision-makers. Their hearts are as chimed as their menses, crocodilic precision. They prey is power, their tools are men -- men who can be controlled, manipulated, shamed, bled, and if necessary -- or just to show who's Boss -- blackmailed and destroyed.

It's easy. It's fun. And it gets easier and funner every day in Der Homeland.

Oh, alright, me droogies. No more teasing. Here's the transcript from Mick Fly -- our walleye White House Correspondent -- on the Giggling Girls under the Garden Tree.

Laura (whispering): Sug, the fools think we're Republicans!

Condo (braying): I can't wait to tell Hillie!!


Since femaleness suffuses the created world, the pure male is cast out. He has no right to life.

Camille Paglia, Sexual Personae


Boss says I's steppin too high
She useta think I's such a Professional Guy
Age of Reason, they say
Age of Science!
Go on . . .
Put them superstitions away

A headless chicken's stalkin' through the backyard
with a talkin' cockatoo
Three sisters got their eye on you
Things ain't always what they seem
And everyday here's Friday the Thirteenth

Watch out kid, best turn around
somebody's blood's boilin' underground
soon you'll be going down
and comin' out new
whether or not ya want to

Tie him to the old oak tree
Know my Numbers know
my ancient history
Age of the he-goat they say
Age of Man
Put them shackles away

A headless chicken's at the Zoo
holdin' Court by a sickle moon
Three sisters makin' eyes at you
Ya naked
Last Rite of Spring
And everyday here's Friday the Thirteenth

Watch out kid, best turn around
somebody's stirring the pot underground
Soon they'll cut a stick
and run ya through
The middle of Madtown!

"Friday the Thirteenth" (anon)

?This Is Hate Crime, Si?

Here's Hillie. Who's she saluting, ya think?

Here's Charles. Such patriotic bloodlines.

Something in common! Small world.

Our All-American Gal celebrated MLK Day by inciting racial hatred in a Harlem church, fanning the flames of Pore-Me Victimization, stirring up the Melting Pot by cynically appealing to our basest instincts -- the urge for self-pity, scapegoats, special status, vengeance.

Sounds like Presidential Material to me!

Gee. Wonder how Chuckles was celebrating?

Got some slopoverlap there twixt Hillie and Charles Manson's strategies.

Not inferring anything, of course. According to a new Federal Code secreted within the Violence Against Women Act, that'd be annoying, and henceforth, criminal. Punishable by hefty fines and two years in the mancages.

So. Not inferring. Not intending to annoy. Just Pointing Out.

Chuck's stated purpose in life -- and the primary stated motivation for his "family's" murders -- was (and is) instigation of mass race war in America.

Chuckles and Hillary . . . . hmmm. . . .

A marriage made in Babylon.

Time to toss Wee Willie's crooked Stick overboard and latch onto a Reel Man!

No more sneekin' about. No more redphone calls to the warden, no more midnite trysts behind the prison dumpsters.

They're Legit NOW!

. . . currently ranked Leading Candidate for Antichrist . . . .

Nah, not Chuckles.


Clinton Says House Run Like 'Plantation'

By DEEPTI HAJELA, Associated Press Writer Tue Jan 17, 8:50 AM ET

NEW YORK - Sen. Hillary on Monday blasted the Bush administration as "one of the worst" in U.S. history and compared the Republican-controlled House of Representatives to a plantation where dissenting voices are squelched.

Speaking during a Martin Luther King Jr. Day event, Clinton also offered an apology to a group of Hurricane Katrina survivors "on behalf of a government that left you behind, that turned its back on you." Her remarks were met with thunderous applause by a mostly black audience at the Canaan Baptist Church of Christ in Harlem.

The House "has been run like a plantation, and you know what I'm talking about," said Clinton, D-N.Y. "It has been run in a way so that nobody with a contrary view has had a chance to present legislation, to make an argument, to be heard."

"We have a culture of corruption, we have cronyism, we have incompetence," she said. "I predict to you that this administration will go down in history as one of the worst that has ever governed our country."
A spokeswoman for the White House declined to comment and referred questions to the Republican National Committee.

RNC spokeswoman Tracey Schmitt said: "On a day when Americans are focused on the legacy of Martin Luther King, Hillary Clinton is focused on the legacy of Hillary Clinton."

River rose all day, river rose all night
Some people got lost in the Flood
Some people got away all right
River has busted through
clear down to Plaquemines
Six feet of water
in the streets of Evangeline.

Louisiana, Louisiana
they're tryin' to wash us away
they're tryin' to wash us away
they're tryin' to wash us away
they're tryin' to wash us away

"Louisiana" (R. Newman)

Well, there's some truth in that, Randy.

But like yer pal Hillary proves, Some Truth ain't the same as Plain Truth.

And a Little Truth in the wrong hands . . . well, you get the picture. The picture, Rand! Like Christmas Day 2000, by Hillie's New Man.

Ah hmm.

Rod Ham New Man Man Son

Oh well. Probly nothin'. Just my 'magination.

Ennywhos here's a song I rote to honor the occasion of Ms. America's sermonette. I hope you like it. Certainly it's not up to Maestro Charles' standards!

So please be gentle in your criticisms.

I call it Rod Ham New Man Man Son

[catchy eh?!]

Six times three, six times three
!Me loves feeling sorry for Me!
Such a killing
Such a killing
Such a killing
for Blue Bury Hillie

annoy that, assholes

Sunday, January 15, 2006

Pristine Leftovers

Capsule Carrying Comet Dust Lands in Utah

By ALICIA CHANG, AP Science Writer Sun Jan 15, 8:40 AM ET

DUGWAY PROVING GROUND, Utah - A space capsule ferrying the first comet dust samples to Earth parachuted onto a remote stretch of desert before dawn Sunday, drawing cheers from elated scientists.

The touchdown capped a seven-year journey by
NASA's Stardust spacecraft, which zipped past a comet in 2004 to capture minute dust particles and store them in the capsule.

"It's an absolutely fantastic end to the mission," said Carlton Allen, a scientist with NASA's Johnson Space Center.

A helicopter recovery team located the capsule Sunday and was transferring it to a clean room at the nearby Michael Army Air Field. The capsule will be flown Tuesday to the Johnson Space Center in Houston where scientists will unlock the canister containing the cosmic particles.
Researchers believe about a million samples of comet and interstellar dust — most tinier than the width of a human hair — are locked inside the capsule.

The dust grains are believed to be pristine leftovers from the birth of the solar system, with some of the particles thought to be older than the sun. Scientists hope to slice them into smaller bits and probe them under a microscope to directly learn about their chemical makeup and the processes that shaped the early universe.

The cosmic samples were gathered in 2004 from the comet Wild 2, a frozen body of ice and dust believed to have been formed billions of years ago. The Stardust spacecraft used a tennis racket-sized collector mitt to snag the particles in a porous material and stored them in a capulse.

Early Sunday, that capsule nose-dived through Earth's atmosphere at a record 29,000 mph, the fastest return for a man-man probe.

It appeared as a bright orange fireball as it streaked over the small mining town of Tonopah, Nev., halfway between Las Vegas and Reno, said Ron Dantowitz of NASA's Ames Research Center, who witnessed the capsule's trek.

As it descended toward the desert, the first parachute opened at 100,000 feet, followed by a larger chute, which guided it to a 10-mph landing on the salt flats. NASA officials said the capsule bounced three times before coming to rest on its side.

The landing was a relief for scientists after the 2004 Genesis mission, when the returning craft carrying solar wind particles slammed into the desert and cracked open, exposing the solar atoms to contamination.
Genesis and Stardust were the first robotic retrievals of extraterrestrial material since 1976, when the unmanned Soviet Luna 24 mission brought back lunar rocks and soil.

Launched in 1999, the Stardust spacecraft has traveled nearly 3 billion miles, looping around the sun three times.

In 2004, it beamed back 72 black-and-white pictures showing broad mesas, craters, pinnacles and canyons with flat floors on the surface of Wild 2, a craggy comet that was about 500 million miles from Earth at the craft's launch.

The mission, managed by NASA's Jet Propulsion Laboratory, cost $212 million, and it isn't over. The mothership remains in permanent orbit around the sun, and NASA is considering sending it to another comet or asteroid, said Tom Duxbury, Stardust's project manager.

Stardust's sample return was the latest mission designed to study comets up close.

Six months earlier, NASA sent a probe into the path of an onrushing comet. The high-speed collision with comet Tempel 1 set off a celestial fireworks display in space and exposed the comet's primordial interior.
Scientists have been analyzing the voluminous debris hurled from the comet's belly and are trying to figure out the size of the crater caused by the impact.