Boo Spinner

calling a conspiracy a conspiracy — the mp3 audio version of this post

Hey, Boo! Boo Spinner, Conspiracy Fearist here!

Refusing to label conspiracies conspired en mass by many who are not even aware of one another is like refusing to label the appliance industry as polluters because they all make continuously hot gas water heaters instead of promoting hot ‘on demand’ water heaters.

Oh, you say. That is a little vague. Exactly whom do we arrest?

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The Doctor, the Depleted Uranium, and the Dying Children

What this post is about is going to appear as succinctly as I can state it — no build up, no digression.

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Depleted Uranium When Johnny Comes Marching Home Again

Jack Luna Moth sent me a song he has been writing. I am authorized to let you download it from the above link by his permission. The link will go away in a few days according to his request. Not long ago, Moth gave me a disk full of material he has accumulated about so called Depleted Uranium. “The conspiracy and skulduggery behind the DU story is something you ought to pursue,” he said as his eyes focused on mine in that familiar investigative, analytical, data gathering mode he has when he is running through his human psychology checklist to determine:

• your immediate reaction
• the change in your reaction as the transaction progresses
• the changes in your posture
• the direction of your gaze as you reply
• the lines, vertical and horizontal in your brow
• the posture of your hands (he know most posturers forget their hands): fist, open, closed, directional of palms, digital formation (enumerative, pensive, outbound, inbound)
• the most revealing of all - your voice (unless you have those big English Channel Tunnel eyes that he can climb into and be in your Paris quicker than the breeze can blow back a lock of hair, and then voice might be second most revealing
• voice: tambor, tremolo, speed, diction, variation from normal, etc. where etc means a million other things I cannot list here without writing a book on that subject instead of what he suggested I do - tell people about DU with the question and suggestion that a conspiracy might be in it for me.

I felt somewhat like Watson when Holmes would say, “up Watson, the game is afoot.”

But during that first few moments as Luna-Tic studied my reaction, I thought about Lyndon Johnson’s desk. Johnson was one of the wiliest politicians ever to factor into Washington.

But more than that. Johnson had all the qualities of an investigative analyst. The most tell tale title in the books written about him was The Professional . On his side of his desk at the right top, eye level when he slumped, was this simple message that he did not trust himself to remember to employ. “Watch their hands. Watch their eyes.”

So, this post, which I intended to be an entry article on the subject of DU and which became what it is instead — a warning. Well, the warning is preceded by a preamble that is not the stuff above. The preamble comes next. The warning is followed by a recapitulation of the preamble.

Here is the preamble. If you cannot handle the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune in thinking about and in reading about and in dealing with humanity. If you cannot build yourself into a transquil morning glory frequency person but must remain one who perhaps can appreciate reading Kipling’s “If” but shudder at the thought of living it, then stop right here. STOP. Go turn on the telly and find some gripping emotional footage from the recent political conventions and imagine all the phony, heart tugging, car salesman, intern mountebank, caca is one of the soap operas, get into it with a big glass of weight loss milkshake, tell yourself lies and pat yourself on the back for being the most terrifying diabolical creature of all, the TV patriot.

Here is the warning.  The dog just came through. He loves a pat on the head. Perhaps you do too. OK, here it is. Pat, pat, I mean that. I really do. You and all the other TV patriots are astounding individuals because you have found a way to handle all that society’s design engineers have put you through.

But, you are not part of the game. You are, as Bob Dylan said long ago, a pawn in the game. So, obviously things are improving for the game. You have gone in less than a paragraph from Bingo to Chess. Here is your next move. Not to some space or place on a game board. But to some ONE. You can be queen. Here is how. Master Kipling’s character in IF. Do not just play the role saying in your Jeckle and Hyde heart to heart, “I will play this part so well, they will just have to praise me in TV Guide.” No, please do this. BE the character in IF. Be the character so well that you are the character who really wins and loses and risks it all and rises above and through to the degree that you can see through patriotic calls to war, calls to consumer frenzies, calls to donate to that TV evangelist with the big diamond ring. And if you play your cards right enough, you will win the pot, and the pot is this. You get to be yourself.

OK, here’s the poem. Give it a whirl, your Majesty. You are going to be a queen. And by the way, you can change the gender in the last line of the poem to what ever fits.

“If” by Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build ‘em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on”;

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And - which is more - you’ll be a Man my son!

Now, wasn’t that more real and fun than Reality TV?

So, here is the preamble again, my queen. You have the responsibility to see through all the motives of court jesters, mountebanks, favor seekers, mountebanks and tricksters who come to you court for favors. You can tell the difference between the real and the unreal.

And now you are ready for the next post which really is about depleted uranium. And you can realize that whether Johnny comes marching vertically home or horizontally in a box or a broken heap in a hospital bed, Johnny might still have many difficulties and

“Watch their hands. Watch their eyes.”

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Boo! Did I scare you? I probably did not need to. Unless you have the intelligence of a boulder you must be trembling already.

Oh, you could be a Republican. But you feel like one of the wives of one of the Fundamentalist Commanders in Margaret Atwood’s Handmaid’s Tale. But then if you did feel like that you would not know because hubby would have forbidden you to read such a book so no comparison possible. My bad. Too bad! Atwood has been prophetically correct so many times [Read more →]

Who Is Boo Click there for audio version of this article.

This post either will or will not have a text version implanted here soon.

Succinctly, maybe, Boo is a conspiracy FEARIST, not a conspiracy THEORIST.

Boo, axiom, also not theory, is that when we uncover and understand the fear, in this case fear of a conspiracy, the fear ebbs.

Fears are costly. They cost time energy, emotional stability. They cost you the ability to emotionally act with what is comparable to that beautiful flare for movement that Michael J. Fox once possessed. They leave you with the emotional equivalent of progressed Parkinson’s Disease.

The more you are aware of the content of all dimensions of your environment, the less you fear it, the more pragmatic and practical you become.

“The only thing we have to fear is fear itself” Franklin Delano Roosevelt said that even as he was becoming less able to move.

Dare to be aware,

Boo

Click for the audio version of this post. whileyouwerewaitingfor

Fifty million other bloggers will put up worthless drivel in the time it takes to read this little paragraph. But I, blogger 50,000,001, I am thinking of you, protecting you, in my effort to get ME and MY conclusions on dangers out there before you are driven daft and driverless by drivel from other sources. No, not from the other bloggers, but from TV, your boss, your uhhhhh everything.

But that is not today’s fear or conspiracy

I want to tell you about: CAMERAS, SURVEILLANCE, THE TRAIL YOU LEAVE, NOT JUST BEHIND YOU BUUUUUTTTTTTT IN FRONT OF YOU.

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