Wing Nuts and Nut Jobs
I found this on a wing nut I "unofficially" follow on Facebook.
A video from a local nut-job, whom I previously described - he makes his living (??) selling quack medicine & spiritual devices. Staff's as antennae to contact the gods, for a few thousand dollars apiece. His website, filled with video courses he offers (on nonsense, at ridiculous prices), T-Shirts of his own design, bargain priced at $88.00 apiece, other ridiculous items, priced into the thousands, ways to adjust you're "frequency", his tag-line is "My work exists at the frontiers of science, spirituality and art..." which is as well bullshit, "art" is a bit heavy handed, the science is invariably out of context, wrong or misquoted, and the spirituality, well, just because someone is telling you they're "enlightened" doesn't mean they are. Usually, in fact, it means the opposite.
Anyways, I was curious to see what the local nut job was up to, the post, an hour and a half long interview done by the fringes of the new-age wing-nut crazies.
So I listen. You'll recall that a couple of years ago (almost 3) his wife committed by jumping off of Pulpit Rock, his wife, one of the town beauties, a tragedy all round. He described it as "Her Leap to Freedom". Well, apparently she's been in contact, he had to wait a while but he figured it out - she's on Venus, contact is limited to the rotation of the earth and the conjunction of the planets, the heavenly spheres, she's in the nth heaven, yes, it's all easily explainable when you understand Dante and Feynman and Einstein and Bohr, the Gospels of ... and the Emerald Tablet of Hermes Trismegistus, the antimatter-positronic fofuf-a-tron postulated by ....
...measured, of course, in cubits, the underlying numerical harmony...
...because quantum...
...vibrations oscillating at a frequency of...
...epigenetics ensure the mitochondria will naturally...
...pituitary glands having regulated the chakras...
The nonsense is unending, and I'm trying to figure out if he's pretending, or if he actually believes this shit...
How is he not a doctor? I mean, he should just take the title, teach at a university, a psych college, make him a lecturer, allow him to explain his theories, then have the students explain just what the fuck is going on...
He quotes heavily from the Venutian Science Book - and yes, apparently it's a thing, and there's not just one: Link to Google Search Results.
You know the old saw, "don't judge a book by it's cover"....I can't help it.
It goes on, it's really a pitch for him to get funding, a go-fund-me, find sponsors, for a movie he wants to make about the afterlife, obviously he'll need a big budget, CGI, he's got a friend in California that can do it, $5,000,000 should cover it, his ex-wife has made all sorts of mathematical discoveries on the other side, from Venus, he's been doing horoscopes, can tell you, for a fee, where you'll go based upon your earthly existence, where and when you die, your own path of ascension...
He's building a website that will calculate the horoscopes for free, if only he can find patrons...
And so it goes, I skip through it, I'm missing nothing, it does seem to me that he's somehow found a way to capitalize on his wife's death, a new grift with which to plague the unwary and gullible.
This town, full of searchers and grifters, and god-damn I'm worried about finding a job?
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A walk around town...
I'm getting stir crazy, my walk, route, always the same, out for coffee, the day, grey and raining, no trace of snow.
A new month, a new stack of free piles on every curb...
Walking, past ISIS, not the terrorist group but one of the local sex shops renowned for their racy window dressing, and - who would have guessed, Valentines day is coming...
I'm going to have to find a Valentine this year. I think a "It's Valentines Day where are you taking me?" should probably be enough of an introduction, I refuse to miss out on the possibility of a free meal...
The girls at the liquor store, they know me, be damned if they can't take me out...
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Last night, busy, up mapping possible destinations, a sapphire deposit, as yet undiscovered, just a few miles south of town. And some great quartz crystal possibilities, south of Chilliwack, several locals, and the good stuff has yet to be discovered, but it's there, it's there.
Yesterday, before the thrift shop, the text, the restaurant, asking if I intend to come back. And - the answer, a hard no, but it's hard to give, it commits me to finding something else, better, and fast - but damn, it's time...the second fire lit under my ass. I should look at my bank account, that would be the third and final fire...
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More absurd painting reveals...
...one, a man turning around with an acrylic pour. Now, this was a popular thing for a while, gives you an attractive product, but - it's a technique, not an end in itself.
Still I like to look at them, the variety of artist's studios, some of which are quite impressive and a heck of a lot more inspiring than the nuisance and hazards area I've set up in my living room...
Then there's the other ones, turning over their "painting a day" until they manage to sell it. I suppose, given the breadth of their audience, that sooner or later somebody has to take an interest...
"Turning over Painting #17 Until I find my Audience", which - I understand, everyone wants an audience, needs one if they hope to sell their work, but - the products, so often derivative examples of talent and competency but rarely possess anything approaching "ART", but they're right, if they've an audience they're probably on Facebook right now...
And one - this was brilliant, a studio set up in a living room, a forty-something handsome woman just "going for it" an a canvas, an actress (you'd hope) primed with words like "Passion" and "Energy" and "Ebullience" and "Inspired" and "Create" and all sorts of other bollocks has filmed herself in slow motion splashing the canvas with brushes in either hand, close up, pan back, wonky angle, damn woman is throwing herself on the canvas again, she's going to paint it with her tits through a sweater, somebody, please, ....
It's over the top, really, but, damned if despite the nice weather nobodies out digging up crystals or gems.
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Immigration in Canada...
This is actually surprisingly close to Canada's current Immigration Model. Import foreign students with the promise of an education that offers no real skills but the chance to spend money and work lowly paying jobs at Dominos and 7/11.
It's a heck of a lot easier than addressing the very real economic/social problems that see our own children unable or unwilling to afford stable housing and careers of their own.
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