Wednesday, February 23, 2005

Flee, must Flee and Survive, before they have my scent.




Five hours from now I am leaving.

As soon as the lid closes on the Laptop, and I finish scrabbling for cables and jamming it into its case, I am fucking out of this flourescent light abbattoir.

I am leaving, fleeing, and deserting so Fuck you all, and have fun when I'm away.

I'm gone for the next few days to a land where there are no women, and worse weather.

Where the inhabitants speak with an accent I will not understand.

This is good, for those who I do not understand, will not arouse my wrath.

I have no choice but to leave, reality in this country has of late transformed into one endless unfunny episode of the "office".

To stay sane, I am taking Lucy, M and in a weird twist of fate am going to escape this endless drudgery and flee to the one place many spent years trying to escape, the Village.

You are number 37620.

This little number went to the Village,
This little number didn't
stay home,
This little number had Lucy
,
This little number
had fun;
And this little number went Heee Heeee Heee! all the way home......


Here's to the weekend, Wales, Portmerrion and of course Z, without whom none of this insanity would be happening.

Call your attorney Z, we might need some sound legal advice after this one.

Be seeing you.

Peace and Hope

FatherCrow

Monday, February 21, 2005

Fear and Mourning the World over. Hunter S. Thompson is Dead



It is the end of an era, the end of a generations fight against the corruption and filth of the New American Century.

Hunter Stockwell Thompson, was found dead this morning at his fortified ranch in Aspen Colorado, of a self inflicted gunshot wound.

He carried the torch of indignation and personal freedom for the rest of us.

Reading him was finding a kindred spirit that raged against the mediocrity that threatened to consume us all, it was a kind of high in itself, all blinding light and WOOOOWWWWW!!.

Hunter S. Thompson was the man who first showed me I could be who I wanted and the rest of the world be damned. Here was a man who always wore the right hat whilst travelling outside the realm of possibilities, into the fray and into the fire striking down the demons with the typing of each demented drug crazed word.

I was sixteen when I first read the good doctor. The weekend after I finished his seminal "Fear and Loathing in las Vegas" myself, and my then best friend, who later also killed himself, quickly packed and left for parts beyond Dublin, in some ways we never came back from that trip.

We did not know where, we just went, bringing drugs and drink and a celebration of possiblities Thompson had taught us, with us.

I have tried to live since that weekend with that same spirit.

I have tried to live my life with the liberty that his books and his life taught me.

Now Thompson has chosen to take that ultimate liberty, he has chosen to die, and leave us with the rabid foaming dogs and the squeeling selfish swine that he hated so much.

I cannot but help feeling a little betrayed, a little defeated.

Did he know something about his health that we do not?

Perhaps he wanted to make an end of it himself, rather than letting those who he had fought so savagely against take their final prize, perhaps not.

There is a hole in the world today.

Thompson, I am sure, would have been the last person to give a shit if people viewed him as a Saviour in the fight against hate, idiocy, mediocrity and stupidity, and even less of a shit if anyone thought he had betrayed them..

"Hey Fuck you Buddy, deal with it yourself!"

And we will, though "it" has grown a good deal darker with his passing.


"Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night."

- Dylan Thomas.



My thoughts are with the Good Doctor's family tonight.

Peace and Hope

FatherCrow


PS: Ralph Steadman Eulogises Hunter and discusses Johhny Depps plan to execute Hunter's plan for a monument to himself on the event of his death.

http://books.guardian.co.uk/news/articles/0,6109,1419636,00.html

Friday, February 18, 2005

Your Best Interest.

We come and go, we weave in and out, the patterns of our lives are controlled by the power we cede to others and the technology we created..

We want convenience, at whatever cost.

We no longer want freedom.

We want the freedom to live without the desire for freedom.

Things change.

And strange things happen every day.

Do you remember what life was like without the chemical priest, without the micro manager, the social worker, the inspector?

Do you remember what it was like to be asked instead of told?

Do you remember when you were part of decisions that others made that effected your life.

Now they just sit you down at the table and say you are part of the decision, the argot of control is designed to opiate your desire to fight.

The argot of control is designed make you think that you had a part in that decision.

That decision that denied you housing,
That decision that denied you the raise,
That decision that took your child away,
That decison that strapped you to the bed.
That decision that made you incapable of doing anything but watching television.

That decision that locked the door.

You are always consulted, or so it seems.

Sign the form.

We have discussed it, you have offered your explanation, justification and all it resulted in was complication.

Sign the form.


© Fathercrow 2005

Peace and Hope

FatherCrow

Sign the form.

Thursday, February 10, 2005

The Power of Nightmares

Politicans no longer promise to manufacture dreams, they promise to rescue us from nightmares, that we can neither see, nor understand.

Much of this threat is a fantasy, which has been magnified and distorted by politicans, a dark illusion that has been spread around the world by the media, politicans and the security services......

Manufacturing the war on terror. A BBC documentary on the fantasy of the organised evil that threatens the world.

Dirty bombs? no such thing.

Must see documentary, in quicktime.

http://www.informationclearinghouse.info/video1037.htm

Peace and Hope

FatherCrow


Thursday, February 03, 2005



I have no idea why I find this cartoon so fucking funny.

Peace and Hope

FatherCrow

The Digital Dissenters

As there is little time left to me today, and as I have not posted since Tuesday due to the Corporate Gods eroding my time (or as they would see it, their time), I have decided to post some material that was not written by me. A quotable reference if you will.

For the first time in man's history, freedom of speech has truly transpired, though it is in the non-corporeal ether of the Internet. No Government, no Corporation, no individual is capable of censoring the denziens of the digital world. This is due to the Net's decentralization. Servers like pinpricks of light form a vast nervous system of binary electricity that stretches across the derma of this planet. From Paris to Beijing, from New York to Mombassa no thought can be stopped, if it is blotted out on one one server, it flits to another in a distant country.

We take this freedom for granted, a gentle amnesia wraps around us as we type of dream and taboo. We would do well to remember that it was not always like this, it will not always be like this.

So, what should we remember about our freedom of speech in order not to become complaisant.

What should we remember so that we are not clothed in the newspeak of the state, which tells us we are free while they manufacture the plastic cuffs that hold us down when our coporeal mouths voice dissent?

Here are a few of the words that I remember.

“The state can't give you free speech, and the state can't take it away. You're born with it, like your eyes, like your ears. Freedom is something you assume, then you wait for someone to try to take it away. The degree to which you resist is the degree to which you are free...”
— Utah Phillips

“You cannot put a rope around the neck of an idea; you cannot put an idea up against the barrack-square wall and riddle it with bullets; you cannot confine it in the strongest prison cell your slaves could ever build.”
— Sean O'Casey

“If large numbers of people believe in Free Speech, there will be freedom of speech”
— George Orwell

“Protest beyond the law is not a departure from democracy; it is absolutely essential to it.”
— Howard Zinn

“..it does not require a majority to prevail, but rather an irate, tireless minority to set brush fires in people's minds.”
— Samuel Adams

“The most powerful weapon in the hands of the oppressor is the mind of the oppressed.”
— Stephen Biko

“Whoever would overthrow the liberty of a nation must begin by subduing the freeness of speech.”
— Ben Franklin

Peace and Hope

FatherCrow

Tuesday, February 01, 2005

Not so smug now eh?

Just a quick follow up to a previous post on how Ireland is, according to a Dutch sociologist, the second happiest place on the planet to live.

This year in the second happiest place to live in the world, the suicide rate in Clare, one of the happiest counties rose by fifty three percent*.

Fine Gael TD Dan Neville said yesterday: "I would be seriously concerned at the figures and would be disappointed if they reflect a national trend."

So lets all buck up and try not to disappoint Dan eh?

Dan also happens to believe that if these figures represent a national trend, one that might perhaps start to sully our rep as one of the happiest places on earth, it would be the governments fault for not implementing suicide prevention programmes.

A government suicide prevention program would of course convince me not to take my life in any situation, from terminal illness, to debt, to the myriad of personal problems that can be unresolvable.

Remember all you need is a government program to tell you its all going to be all right, and that "God" does not want you to take your own life, and hey presto! the dark clouds will part.

Groups such as the Samaritans know, that there is little one can do to persuade an individual to stay alive, when they have made the decision, unfortunate but true.

If Dan thinks all it takes not to commit suicide is a goverment "suicide prevention program" I dearly hope he never encounters any serious problems of his own.

Peace and Hope.

FatherCrow.

* figures on suidice rates in Clare taken from the Irish Independent.