THE SCREW ON ETHICS: THE MILKY WAY COLLAPSES AT A CANDY FACTORY

Source: Wikipedia.

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:

• He´s doing it again!

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)!!

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!

Source: Jessica´s Health Blog.

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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.