By Gundhramns Hammer
November 15, 2015
Warning! This may offend delicate folks.
They talk a lot about it these
days. Sometimes way too much. So much so that eventually what they talk about
gets to sound more like a gigantic intellectual effort to fool people, like
something they want to cover up with layers of carefully chosen clean matter to
disguise their fucking shit.
Not necessarily their fucking
shit but someone else´s shit.
It also happens that sometimes when some of them talk too much about it, deep
in their dark dungeons they are doing just the opposite of it in secret.
But there are people who not
only talk about it. They go beyond that.
They go ahead and create
departments, institutes, sophisticated journals and what have you to talk and
write about it.
And of course, they too suck
from it, meaning live off the gullible public.
Also, some experts from these
institutions give fancy conferences about it. It is part of the Hidden
hand´s grand game.
Granted, amongst the experts,
we know some of them, there are many who really do indeed mean well, i.e. have
the chest filled with good intentions.
But the Hidden Hand that
manages the global human farm, owner of this soft tentacle cunningly has quite
other intentions which can be confused with other intentions that have nothing
to do with your intentions but with its intentions to fool you with its
intentions, which is after all its intentions amongst other intentions well
camouflaged or hidden in its sack full of other intentions in a intricate
forest of intentions.
And this is the problem;
people who work for and handle it with good intentions are fooled into
believing they are “helping society” with their efforts and
intentions.
Naturally, these good efforts
and intentions coming from well-intentioned people do not go unnoticed in the
society. They may be put to work for the “benefit of everyone” which
is certainly fine.
In a world so soaked up and
suffocated by evil, we need such good efforts indeed.
But there is another problem.
There is good which is really good and there is good which looks like good but
is not good. That which is not good but looks like good can be used against
that which is really good.
And it happens all the time,
otherwise people would not vote for bastards who pretend to be good, for
example!
So, someone´s good intentions
can be directly or indirectly applied by the Hidden Hand on a
given society if not for other reason than to cement and make stronger the
system in order to get a stronger grip on it to control everything there is in
it.
But what the fuck are we
talking about?
We are talking about ethics.
However, ethics can be ethics
when it is in ethical hands and stops being ethics - even though it may look
like ethics - as soon as it lands in unethical hands which may be
surreptitiously or intentionally disguised as clean, washed hands.
But people are people.
Moreover, we should never
forget that a rotten apple can fuck the rest of good ones.
Now, if the rotten
apple would just have the guts to come out in front of you and
say “I was rotten”, someone who was a rotten apple but
has straightened for good his path and now admit it to be on the ethical path,
then it would be OK to let him dance on the ethical floor.
But can you tell who is who?
Anyway, would you trust a man
who is a fucking horrible banking shark teaching you or talking to you about ethics?
If you did not know anything
about his bones in the closet, you probably would let him. On the other hand,
if you knew he was an asshole, you would probably not; instead you would tell
him to beat it, to go to hell.
Nonetheless, mon ami,
it happens! People let assholes in. Too often! People are damn gullible.
The following story will help
you on this.
The story of the screw on
ethics: Seed Hungfook and Candela Screwmore
In the Lord´s kingdom there
are all kinds of people. Some are worth many times over a whole empire.
Others are so fucking crooked
or evil and therefore are not worth a piece of shit.
With many undecided people
trapped in between these two extremes in many hues, swinging to either side,
depending upon the opportunity and convenience.
And in this world, the most
dangerous kind of people is those you cannot tell apart easily from these three
above and too often take the smart disguise of meek sheep to sneak in to eat
people´s hearts and money.
Beware of these!
This is what we have. This is
what we humans are: Apes caught in a mighty storm, dreaming of glory for all
and at the same time, here and there making hell for all, directly or
indirectly.
Our brain apparatus is too
delicate to handle it all when we want to understand it all without deranging
and fighting at some point in time.
But yet we try. That is our
human nature.
Right now wherever you go, you
will find many people talking about “environmental
sustainability” whilst leading unsustainable lives, “sustainable
economic development” and in the meantime screwing the environment and
its inhabitants, “climate change” without people
changing, “peaceful international relations” whilst armies are
engaged in cruel battle, “solving the world´s hunger” whilst
dining like kings, “biotechnology to benefit mankind” and at
the same time taking over poor people´s natural genetic resources, “eco-friendly
fashion” whilst enslaving people at hellish factories or farms, etc.,
using grand rhetoric or being obviously incoherently, without any substance to
it whatsoever but a sneaky way to make a grand anti-biospherical living.
And on this dancing floor, the
word “ethics” pops up too, of course.
This word is neat. It should
be. It is first-aid oil.
But it stops being neat when,
for example, the same legislator who talks about peace grandiloquently in the
morning, at noon agrees with the rest of his gang in the parliament that the
president or prime minister should send the boys to war to get killed.
This is why we have decided to
tell you a real life story we witnessed. The story of a
woman, whose name will remain undisclosed but here we will call her Candela
Screwmore, who is now teaching “ethics” even though,
when she was a graduate student in a U.S. university, she used to give sweet
candy to her thesis major advisor´s candy.
There is nothing wrong with
that. After all, humans love sweet candy, don´t they? You know what
kind of candy we mean by this.
But in this case, the problem
was that Candela was already married at that time!
Her PhD advisor, a hot man
from the red dragon land and to whom we will call Dr. Seed Hungfook to
keep his name in anonymity, used to take sweet Screwmore once or twice daily at
noon on the floor, on top of a mat, in his office which was located at the
north end of the hall at school.
It is a story we call
the screw on ethics.
Here we go!
It happened a long time ago
when we were graduate students. And it happened indeed.
We were coming back from
having lunch. It was about 2:00 PM. We took the back stairs as we used to do to
get to the third floor where we had a lab al, the way to our own, thanks to the
chairman´s courtesy because we were pumping out scientific publications;
thereby spreading the name of the university.
That is the name of the game in the academic world. We all know that.
As we opened the door and
stepped in the hall, we heard moanings and soft banging noises coming from Dr.
Hungfook´s office.
It looked they had been in a
hurry to get their noon candy, for the office door was not fully shut but had a
slit through which we had the chance to glimpse a mat on the floor where all
the sugaring party was taking place.
We moved on to our lab. But then one of the grad students who knew damn
well what the hell was going on said:
By the mellow sounds coming from the office, the Milky Way was about to collapse and two stars were about to go nova for
sure (Fig. 1)!!
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| Figure 1. Dr. Seed Hungfook getting and giving candy. Cartoon by Gundhramns Hammer. |
And, more or less at the same time, it happened again.
And back again and again.
Somehow, Hungfook´s gravity always found a way to
cause one Big Bang after another.
This secret candy factory kept on this way, with the
couple whipping cream to make pastry at noon, daily, weekly, for a couple of
years.
We actually wondered where the fuck this particular
Oriental man got his shooting power. He must have had some kind of a powerful
weapon package to shoot so much powder!
That was but one of the many secrets our university
had.
Most schools have secrets, some of which can go from
simple ones such a tenured professor making one of his graduate students
replace him in the lectures. In the meantime, the professor is out there,
carrying on his heavy duty real estate businesses.
Or, all the way to more complex ones, like some
researchers getting huge grants (half for the school) from the government,
foundations or the war-industrial machine directly or via the
grape vine to work on disclosed DNA or genomic projects whose results will be
patented and eventually applied in the labyrinth of the elite´s biotech
companies to “help
humankind fight disease” or to “improve
the welfare of humanity”, often meaning something else, of course, like for
example, to "make better weapons to kill enemies more efficiently and without leaving a single bit of traceable evidence" in a foreign land, at war or at peace,
and whose natural resources are necessary for “national
security”.
Anyway, we graduated and moved on with our lives.
In our bunch, those of us who had come from well-off
families went on to get a PhD at other schools, and, after graduating and
having had a short teaching career at universities, disappeared for good from
the academic rat-race scene and settled down, leading a normal life (quite
simple or otherwise) close to Nature away from the science priesthood
limelight; whereas others, those who took the business path, became successful
industrial managers or businessmen.
A few of these later on ended up being millionaires,
after having inherited the father´s sweat, i.e. a fortune, millions of dollars
including properties.
It was not until 30 years later that we have found out
that Candela Screwmore had been already married at the time of her candy making
and that Dr. Hungfook
helped her graduate in exchange of her dear sweet candy.
What a candied deal!
Furthermore, at the time when she was involved with
Hungfook´s candy factory, Candela´s husband had terminal cancer. And she was
already mother of two kids.
We have been told that after her husband died, she
became quite depressed. A full storm of shame had fallen over her and grabbed
her by the tail.
Her old runnings at Hungfook´s secret candy factory
had been gnawing her soul, like a rat chewing an electric cable in the wall of
an old building.
Eventually, she got cornered to a point where she
could not stand the shame any longer.
She was about to blow up.
But the “Lord
came to the rescue and spoke to her”. Just in time!
At least that was what she thought. It is a matter of
thought.
Before she went exploding like a star going nova in
the vast Milky Way, a star had hit her on the head.
She came up with an idea which, according to her,
would solve her fucking depressing mess.
In order to get rid of her sweet candy factory shame,
she decided she would become a nun.
And she did!
After all, Jesus Christ is so forgiving that He would
sweep her fucking problem away.
And it apparently the Lord did indeed forgive her.
She is now teaching ethics in
a college. Apparently, she has no waves in the pot.
Dr. Candela Screwmore has inherited, by way of
connections that lead to the connection to reach the connection to get ahead in
her academic life full of connections, the chair left by another teaching nun
who retired from her teaching and flock-leading chores at a college!
Whether Dr. Candela Screwmore has set up again another
candy factory where she is working as an ethics professor is unknown.
But one thing is for sure, these nuns cannot be told
apart from other people running around on campus or in the city. Their wear no
habit whatsoever.
In urban slang, they are referred to as “honey
pot nuns” or “scouting
nuns” (no offense meant here) because these ones in particular used to
get screwed or get secret “visiting
scouts” once in a while somewhere along their time line when following
not the line which was supposed to be their line but the other line on the line
of the other lines on the other side of the fence line.
Moreover, these are not apolitical.
They are just the opposite of many other really
dedicated nuns in the world who make their mission to bring good to this evil
world or live in prayer, those who follow their orders´ rules to the last drop,
walking the chalk religious line, and who only want to do good and be in
perpetual communion with the Lord.
Remember, not all the apples are rotten in the Lord´s
barrel.
In this case, we are talking about an army of nuns
whose job is to mould and therefore to control the malleable minds of the
flocks of ambitious students from an intellectual setting, from the academic
world.
But of course, Dr. Candela Screwmore never talks about her
screw on ethics to her students.
That is her private life. True.
But the fox ought to tell the
hens that she used
to eat hens in her younger years but not anymore to even things out
and be fairly
ethical to the hens.
This way, she could relate more to her students without giving the impression
of her being an insanely immaculate figurehead in front of the students, as it
often happens with people who get paid to preach about ethics to the public to
bring some sanity to this insane world of ours, the human world.
It is a matter of ethics to
set things straight on real
ethics.
Mon Capitaine, nuns with PhDs
under their arms running some schools and colleges in the USA?
Yeap, mon
ami! Most people ain´t know this. Some could care less.
But that is the truth.
It is not surprising, mon
ami, for according to some conspiracy historians, their mighty mill
occupies the commanding post in the world.
Was it not the author F. Tupper Saussy who said that “the
Roman Catholic Church really does run the world, including the United States
government and this is openly declared in monuments and emblems and insignia as
well as official documents…”?
Apparently, according to the experts, the monarch-bishop on Earth intends for and wants every human being
that walks on the planet at his feet.
Now, whether this man, for he is a man, will do so for the better of humankind
is another matter.
But mon Capitaine, some experts say that “he´s got control of all of the gold and money in the world” but
he does not do much jack? And these people do is to talk a lot about poverty
but they do not live in poverty, don´t they?
That´s true, mon ami. The monarch-bishop himself might have real good intentions but the
intentions of the others around him who wield a lot of power in his own house
are another story, in a world of battling intentions.
Experts say that “these
people can be extremely stubborn. They are bones hard to chew up, really”.
These are men who, despite “their
talk about poverty, for example, will not give up their privileges so easily” (L.
Colonna, pers. com.)
After all, these contending groups or factions in the house, the strings
keeping the monarch-bishop in place in a vast economic empire, are all made of
meat just like everyone else on the planet.
And happy darn, sometimes some of them, those who have betrayed the Lord, do
show that they are made of too much meat!
Made up of so much meat that sometimes, when these rascal traitors want meat,
they will only have meat when their meat wants meat to please their meat on
their meat.
They will take nothing but meat to fix their meat at any cost.
Mon dieu!
There you have it, folks!
Where are you on this? Are you bringing in some real ethics to your world and this world of ours, to humans and nonhumans?
You are a piece of stardust. Why not let it shine at least once before you kick
the bucket?
See you later, alligators! Including the infiltrated ET alligators
amongst human alligators!
Disclaimer
This post is presented solely for educational and
entertainment purposes. The author and publisher are not offering this to incite any
discrimination or hatred whatsoever. The names of the real persons that appear
on the story have been changed to protect their anonymity. Any likeness to
actual persons, either living or dead, is strictly coincidental.
