The Art of Failure – self-help for the morbidly inclined. Pt 17


The Art of Failure – self-help for the morbidly inclined. Pt 17

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The Art of Failure – self-help for the morbidly inclined. Pt 17

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The Art of Failure – self-help for the morbidly inclined. Pt 16


The Art of Failure – self-help for the morbidly inclined. Pt 16

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The Art of Failure – self-help for the morbidly inclined. Pt 16

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The Art of Failure – self-help for the morbidly inclined. Pt 15


The Art of Failure – self-help for the morbidly inclined. Pt 15

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The Art of Failure – self-help for the morbidly inclined. Pt 15

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The Art of Failure – self-help for the morbidly inclined. Pt 14


The Art of Failure – self-help for the morbidly inclined. Pt 14

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The Art of Failure – self-help for the morbidly inclined. Pt 14

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Poetry Pot – An Apology, in Advance, to the Memory of Emma Lazarus.


I never like to explain poems but here I am explaining a poem.

I was irritated, this morning, as with most mornings, at what Twitter had vomited out to the world after the announcement of the new Miss USA contest. Now I am not particular fan nor enemy of the Miss USA competition. It is a particularly American form of demeaning women by making them bark facts and do tricks but everyone enters into it with as much of a freewill as any one can ever enter into anything and it is, even though oppressive in the subtle ways that our patriarchy oppresses all women, not the worst thing that a woman can, in this day and age, experience. I am not a woman so I cannot say this for sure but that is the basis upon which I have feelings regarding the Miss USA competition. From Twitter there came various hateful comments regarding the Indian American winner. They are widely available on the internet. I shall not repeat them here. So in response to a comment made by a friend about how awful this was I appropriated a line from The New Colossus by Emma Lazarus and adapted it for my needs. It is, I believe, the most famous of all the lines and is rendered below:

“Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.”

Later, as I pondered my changed version I decided to change the whole poem to reflect my views, at the very present moment on social media. The irony of me transmitting this through social media is not lost on me. What can one say other than that I am a hippocrit. So be it – I find myself guilty as charged.

So here, without further ado, and a lengthy introduction which does not deserve my brutalisation, or your time, I present you with An Apology, in Advance, to the Memory of Emma Lazarus:

Not like the eyeless spawn of silicate shame,
With writhing limbs lumbering from gland to gland;
Here at our broken toothed, fiery gates shall stand
A soiled beacon with a stump, whose flame
Is the searing lie, and it’s name
Moloch’s Minion. From it’s bloodied-hand
Burns world-wide fury; her wild sockets command
The air-thick with rage that prejudices frame.
“Keep, ancient tomes, your  words!” cries she
With silent lips. “Give me your racist, your sexist,
Your homophobic masses yearning to speak hate,
The wretched moral refuse of your inner world.
Send these, the bankrupt, lunatics to me,
I lift my stump beside the flaming maw!”


politicalprof:

The government is winning the spin war: the more we focus on Snowden, the less we focus on spying. As shown on Twitter.

ht: Wonkblog

“People will see in the media all of these disclosures. They’ll know the lengths that the government is going to grant themselves powers unilaterally to create greater control over American society and global society. But they won’t be willing to take the risks necessary to stand up and fight to change things to force their representatives to actually take a stand in their interests.” Edward Snowden, The Guardian.

Turns out you were correct, Mr. Snowden.


politicalprof:

The government is winning the spin war: the more we focus on Snowden, the less we focus on spying. As shown on Twitter.

ht: Wonkblog

“People will see in the media all of these disclosures. They’ll know the lengths that the government is going to grant themselves powers unilaterally to create greater control over American society and global society. But they won’t be willing to take the risks necessary to stand up and fight to change things to force their representatives to actually take a stand in their interests.” Edward Snowden, The Guardian.

Turns out you were correct, Mr. Snowden.

Culture of Illusion – Worth $145.86 and not a cent more…


So if you want to monetize your twitter account, all you need do is go to this website and click click click:

Mine is worth the princely sum of $145.86. Which is more than I thought it would be.

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I don’t know why this is a thing…

Oh wait, of course I know why this is a thing. This is a thing because we’re all obsessed with value and monetizing everything.

I can’t even remember why I found it. Perhaps I was internet stalking someone and found that they had tried it themselves so I tried it myself. Maybe that is what had happened. I couldn’t possibly comment about the truth of that.

Anyway, how do they calculate this number? Where do I get this money?

WHAT ON EARTH ARE THEY TALKING ABOUT? WHY DOES EVERYTHING HAVE TO BE MONETIZED?

I feel that every day it becomes more acceptable to write everything in CAPS because I become more INCREDULOUS with everything that is happening IN THE EVERY DAY.

Why do we have to be worth money to be valuable? Why do I feel sad that I am only worth $145?

Social Media is weird.

I’m going to have a coffee. Anyone want one?

Also, if you spotted that one of the tabs on the browser said “Today in Anal Tattoos” then you win a prize.

The prize is my public shaming.

Culture of Illusion – Alpha and Omega.


Pope Benedict has gone to the moon to be Space Pope Emeritus. I think the final straw for him was agressive tweet wars with 14 year olds. Here, for no real reason, his first tweet and his final tweet.

alpha:

Dear friends, I am pleased to get in touch with you through Twitter. Thank you for your generous response. I bless all of you from my heart.

omega:

Thank you for your love and support. May you always experience the joy that comes from putting Christ at the centre of your lives.

I can only imagine the horrors that occured between those two reassuring word pillows.