This week has been momentous for one particular reason. Tuesday the 9th August 2016 was supposed to be the day the Australian government had its census but due to technical problems it was still having it by Friday the 12th. The computer system of the statistics department went down which in turn negated the main point of the exercise which was to see a fair representation of Australian life over a period of a few hours. Instead the data will have to be analysed more broadly but either way it doesn't really matter because the main use of that data won't be recognized for some time yet. That use will be critical for determaining who owns what property after the rams horn is blown 3 times.

Contrary to popular belief the public performance of the worlds elite athletes is not a display of the best naturally gifted but in actuality it is an exposure of their representative countries gene pools. Pools being the operative word simply because some countries have more than one gene pool.

For many countries their pools are actively producing hybrids so in theory they should be at the fore front of their local peers if they were to en-mass represent their country but again this would be unrepresentative and a comparison could be drawn with that of an individual drug cheat who just seeks glory for themselves.

In commercial team sports such as soccer the purpose is for them to win the prize and getting there is all that counts so team managers have the right to 'buy' great athletes from anywhere consequently some European teams often have a preponderance of sub-Saharan players who's physical abilities rival those of the pale drug cheats. But this is the difference, soccer is about cash profit, 4 yearly sports meets is about politics and re-election prospects. And who's got the best armies.

The original games held in Olympia between the 8th and 4th centuries was possibly all about saving lives. The Greeks were smart enough to realize that 2 evenly matched armies could eliminate each other leaving no winner so the idea of a hero was developed, often a fearless giant who would be pitted against another fearless giant and the winning side could claim the spoils with minimal bloodshed. So instead of mustering thousands of peasants and making them all expensive swords and amour, just have a contest where all the hero's could meet and combat with-out spilling blood so even these hero's could survive intact and go home to their worried families and adoring supporters. The result was all the usually warring city states could see who had the best hero's and they could then offer them a contract if they were for hire. Mercenaries were the rock stars of ancient world and the Elvis of them all was Achilles.

Now these rock stars did not have to routinely give their own blood samples though they often fought other rock stars into submission by venting some from their opponents. This was business and truly cut throat. War was and still is the most profitable business and all other businesses stem from there. Because of the poliferation of beautiful nuclear weapons there is no more major wars so all the world's business making becomes global enterprises and poverty and its accompaning diseases are now in freefall. God bless the middle classes and their spending habits and fear of Muslims who keep the modern armies in training and profitable. Consumerism equals peace, enviromentalism equals war. Performance enhancing drugs will rule the day as long as the local science is advanced enough.


When we are all free and there is no more War on Drugs then the world will see the greatest hero's ever.

Just watched Series 2 Episode 3 of Mr. Robot. After the intro the first scene at 1:10 is two men walking past a Santa Claus soliciting alms outside a closed up Nathans Famous Hot Dogs stand on the winter boardwalk at Coney Island.

The plot of the story is that a small group of computer hackers have attempted to bring down the American banking system and have apparently caused enough serious damage so now most people can't access their money as the banks have no record of their accounts. Chaos reigns.

Interesting for me is I am waiting here for the collapse of the same said banking system and have in place my alternative banking system that so far has nothing going for it to allow it to perform such a task. Sure it's there but it needs large amounts a gold and silver 'bank' deposits and that, 'it ain't got' -well for now anyway. There again maybe it 'don't need' large deposits.

Things might change anyway after next Friday if I get to speak at the ABC precious metals symposium.

More converging Quantum Fields.



Wish I could see the link between Diving Reflex, Sleep Apnea, hibernation, DVT, lactos, lower leg cramp, blood clots, big stomaches on men and large thighs on women especially the amazing African Hottentot women with their huge hips and butts which are used as food reserves when travelling long distances. Umm. And the unusually large amounts of thinnish joggers who fall over dead.

My journey to Parramatta took 2 hours instead of 1 due to heavy traffic. I forgot how every car is on the roads on Saturday in Sydney.

Unfortunately the hot dogs were different from how I remembered them as were the hamburgers. This was I was told by the Nathans area manager for the Antipodes, Caribbean and East Coast USA, because of the stricter Australian regulations regarding fat content in meat products plus a ban on imports of American sauces. It seems Australians still cling to the belief that saturated fat is bad for you so much so that the ozzy Heart Foundation website says 7% saturated fats should be the maximum consumed if you want to avoid heart attacks. So far over 70 studies have supposedly found this is a big fat (saturated) lie and fat is actually good for us.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=da1vvigy5tQ

Yesterday I had a scan of my leg to see how it's faring after my 8 inch (20cm) DVT, deep vein thrombosis probably caused by lactose induced leg cramps and the result was excellent, all gone and without the use of rat poison blood thinners. I'm so fucking clever.

What's left to say now?

Writing a blog is a bit like looking at a nice picture of yourself. You look at it a few times, put it away, look at it again, wonder if a stranger would find it attractive and the joke is there is only you to see it so in a sense a blog is writing a letter to yourself. Sounds like vanity but is it? Or is it an act of purest companionship? After all who else knows you better and likes you to boot.  I get by knowing I like me.

Waking up groggy this morning I went into full body stretch mode but my CRAMPS alert signal instantly started flashing before my eyes. Quickly I started folding my legs up towards me before the stretch wave which had just left my stem brain on its journey to kill me got into a high enough gear. It struck me that I am creating this wave which gloriously travels down my spine passing over my buttocks with its opiate like pleasure before going into my legs where my waiting calf muscles will try to separate from their bone moorings. Apparently my id has no problems with this while my super ego watches it like a hawk except this morning. My id obviously wants me to go towards the light. Sounds like a massive apoptosis, all cell destruction instead of just a single cell suicide. Rarely trust your primitive brain. It's out to get you.

Many years before I was sitting in my kitchen in Canberra after smoking a rare weed when something inside me took over my eyes and saw my world for the first time. Ignoring inanimate objects it first saw a talking head on the television which shocked it but then it turned away and really freaked out at a quadruped running towards me waving its arms yelling the noise 'Daddy Daddy'. The sight of the swinging arms and 2 mobile lower appendages joined to an upright torso was bad enough but the attached excited sound emitting head caused it to quickly disappear and return from whence it came I guess. My 4 year old daughter Amanda and my visiting sub-conscious provided me with the amazing emotion of instant abject fear at seeing a living alien being for the first time. Maybe I'm the only one on Earth properly prepared to welcome our Martian Overlords.

Only 8 more hours and I can eat again for 2 whole days. Wonderful. Off to Parramatta tomorrow.

Trying this new fast, eat weekends fast weekdays. Got to Wednesday and decided to eat so new fast as of today- food weekends and Wednesday. Hurrah for flexiblity and weekness. Interesting misspelling.

Last week I saw that Nathans hot dogs of Coney Is. NY had its 100 birthday which was celebrated by a hot dog eating contest. My first adult girlfriend took me-and her portly 11 yold brother-there back in '62 and introduced me to the world of instant gratification. To this day I think I remember that taste, nothing like it I thought at the time. After reminiscing I wondered if Nathans ever made it to Australia and to my delight I saw that they actually open their first Australian store tomorrow (14th July) in Westfield Shopping Town Parramatta a mere 1 hours drive away. (How's that for controlling local Quantum Fields). But I'm supposed to be on a fast. I supposed I could go and just have one dog to check my memories credibility. Probably need 2.
Suppose I could wait until Saturday unless I utilize my flexibility and weakness attributes.

Quantum Fields converging. Today I had a Linkedin query regarding said ex-girlfriend and on her links was her little 65 yold portly brother. History repeating after 54 years.