On the 18th February
2011, the Bruno Manser Fund launched a campaign to “Stop Timber Corruption”,
focused on the Chief Minister of the Malaysian state of Sarawak, Abdul Taib Mahmud
(“Taib”). Since 1981, Sarawak has been governed by Taib, an exceptionally
powerful and corrupt man, who has abused his public office in a spectacular way
to enrich himself and his closest family members.
While Taib and his
family members have personally profited immensely from the destruction of the
Borneo rainforest through logging and oil palm plantations, Sarawak’s
indigenous communities have lost their land, the source of their livelihood and
have been increasingly marginalized. IWGIA’s Report “The Indigenous World – 2012”, states, „Taib Mahmud
and his family are causing discontent among the indigenous peoples and civil
society in general.
The Stop Timber
Corruption campaign has built up international pressure against the corrupt
Taib family and pressure to put a stop to timber corruption in Sarawak.“ Abdul
Taib Mahmud has been Chief Minister of Sarawak since 1981 and is concurrently
Finance Minister and Planning and Resources Minister of Sarawak. He has long
been criticized for corrupt practices and abuse of office but Malaysian authorities
have failed to take action against him, despite an ongoing
investigation by the Malaysian Anti Corruption Commission (MACC).
Taib and his family
members have illegally acquired assets worth billions of dollars in Malaysia,
Canada, the UK, Australia, the United States and other countries. As part of
the campaign, BMF conducted research into Taib business in Malaysia and
overseas which uncovered the vast dimensions of the family’s illicit assets.
The findings exposed that Malaysian potentate “Taib” and his family have a
stake in over 400 companies around the globe and hold illicit
assets worth several billion US dollars.[The Taib Timber Mafia, page 5]
What the heck do we have today for mental masturbation? Well, we have a documentary about junk food, an addiction that could cost your life.
If not at least speed up your passage on your way to the cemetery. The reality of life is that we all are heading to an eternal resting spot in the boneyard.
How the fuck do we tackle this? We must keep in mind a couple of things.
Man is basically a lazy creature, so it is easier to go to the junk food tree (fast food restaurant) to get something to eat full of MSG which stimulates the taste buds and fucks up the brain waves.
It beats cooking at home, if you are one of those who have something to cook anyway. If not, a sewage rat will do or a hand out given to you by a good Samaritan.
Secondly, ever since people decided to quit doing their own farming, except for those who were lucky enough to land on this earth with a dollar bill stuck up in their ass or get a piece of land in the Old or New World and keep it in the XXI century, most humans on planet Earth are now prisoners of a global industrial economy, including the food production line.
Third, let us put in this equation cities. Man´s favourite den.
Ever since cities have been invented, humans have fallen in love with these alien environments.
In these cement jungles, adults have a better chance of maximising their genes, by this we mean they may have better chances of fucking or getting fucked.
And if lucky or unlucky, it all depends on how you look at it or who you pair up with, your DNA might get to swim in the future gene pool.
At the same time, humans feel safe in numbers although now some cities or parts of them are more dangerous than green jungles (Fig. 1).
Figure 1. Shop owner with gun in hand trying to defend his property from thieves during the recent riots in Cordoba, Argentina. Credit: Photo by Antonio (AP), El País: El Periódico Global (Jueves 5 de diciembre de 2013), Spain.
Men love cities, since these cement dens are perfect grounds for hunting for females or be hunted by males. It all depends on whether they go forwards or backwards. Here they can engage in male-male competition and all those games men play in order to eventually fuck or get fucked.
And so do women, the prime movers in any human society since they are keepers of the gates of the castle, love cities.
Cities offer women better opportunities to engage in female-female competition using fashion, cars, splashing and spending big money on their children´s clothes, or acquiring any luxurious item that allows them to top their neighbours at home or on the streets.
People have
abandoned their plots of land in the countryside and headed to the nearest or farthest city during and after the Industrial Revolution (IR) for various reasons.
Women were the ones (Fig. 2) who marked the pace for rural migration in France, for instance.
Figure 2. A French farmer´s wife complaining that there is no electricity at home.(Return of the Ideal Home Exhibition. "It must be practical, these machines, when there is electricity..."). Source: Pulju (2011).
Back in the 1950s, there were around 150,000 farmers migrating from Normandy to the big city, in this case Paris, per month. It was a time when France was becoming a big consumer and women were moving these strings (Pulju, 2011).
Women are the keepers of keys to the castle´s gates. If men want to enter this dominion, he has to comply. Women are the prime movers of empires.
In England, poor peasants left the land during the IR chiefly because they were pushed of forced out of their properties by the lords of the manor, backed up by devious parliamentary laws.
The IR has just taken off and the masters needed cheap hands. So it made sense to screw up the peasants to make them move to the city to become practically slaves at man´s new inventions: Air polluting factories.
In other cases, people have often done it with the excuse of "searching for a better life" (euphemism, to deepen their enslavement with debt).
Others abandoned their farms and headed to the city "to put the kids to school" or simply they left because the family lost the farm because of bank loans to live beyond their limits.
Back in colonial times, approximately 95% of the people had farms in the United States. As time went by, the number of farmers kept declining. The famous Dust Bowl in the 1930s pushed many farmers out of their land in this country.
More recently, Mexican peasants have been forced to abandoned their farms by the thousands because they could not compete with cheaper corn prices at the market. Mexico has been flooded with subsidised GM corn from big U.S. corporations.
As a result thousands of Mexicans migrated legally or illegally to the United States where they have come in handy in the labour market, especially at the giant slaughterhouses in the Midwest.
At these animal hells, these "Latins" become nothing more than a piece of meat cutting another piece of meat.
Sometimes poor people are simple kicked out of their land.
This matter is more complicated because people are complicated creatures. There have been more reasons for leaving the land behind or quit farming but these are the main ones.
Whatever the reasons for quitting farming might have been they have basically been all different ways to avoid toiling the land.
Man´s strategy is in a way more akin to a that of a pride of lions when it comes to exploiting the resources in the environment: screw up someone, eat and then sleep, before or after shit or fuck and then go back to bed and start all over again.
The law of least effort is usually what follows this naked primate (Homo insapiens). The search for food and tending the itch in his gonads are the two main movers in his life. Besides, it is a matter of survival.
As things stand now in Man´s cannibalistic economy is either you fuck others or others will fuck you. But whether you fuck or get fucked in this diabolic system, in the end everybody will get fucked since Nature does not give a fuck if people do not follow Her Rules. She fucks up and will fuck up any species that trespasses Her Limits. Considering that approximately 70% of humans now live in giant metropolises, it is not surprinsing that people have fallen prey of the big economical interests and have ended up eating shit even when they think they are not eating shit.
Most people around the globe depend on the food industry to fulfill their eating needs. This is where processed foods come into play.
Foods
full of additives of all sorts (Fig. 3) in order to make them last a
long time on the store shelves and also keep the microbes at bay.
Any food technologist would argue that any processed food has been "improved and enhanced" with the wonders of science. ET Aliens, kids and brainwashed folks would certainly agree to that.
But let us be honest. Processed food is good to trick our taste buds and brains but nevertheless is shit when compared to the fresh, real, natural food. So, we can agree with one thing: That it is not Scheiße but Überscheiße! And when it comes to eating, people eat whatever they eat associating food with childhood memories.
People eat with memories at the table. They eat what they were taught to eat. What do they eat?
People now eat what they are not supposed to eat because they have been enslaved by the media or by the cultural soup they are immersed in to eat fast or junk food.
Junk food is an apparently cheap solution for their laziness to cook at home, for the lack of time or as an excuse to be seen out doing some pseudo-hunting for something to eat at the fast or slow restaurants, a symbol of power to spend and indulge your whims with what you should not eat.
More so if others see you shopping stacks upon stacks of beef steaks at the grocery store, or barbecuing a massive turkey or cutting and chewing on a T-bone steak full of additives at an expensive restaurant, those places that strip your pocket for a piece of decorated shit a la François. In the end, you are what you eat. If you eat meat, you become a piece of meat.
If you eat shit, you become shit, adding to that or more than the one you already carry around - barely carry around - in your bulging belly. As a result, you become a king size puppet in the food frenzy of the big food wheels who move the wheels of the global coliseum everywhere. And what goes in your gut has nothing to do with your own choice.
You have become addicted to junk or any kind sophisticated food, caught in a vicious circle of what you eat and you eat just to eat and when you eat what you eat will eventually eat you up.
You eat not what you want to eat but what they tell you to eat.
Your choice to eat what you want to eat is not your choice but the choice of those who tell what choice you choose as a choice to eat thinking that you have made a choice to eat something of your choice without realising that it was not your choice but their choice to begin with.
And what they tell you to eat and what they tell you to choose as your choice to eat may kill you so that others may eat you up, not in a cannibalistic ritual but inside out as a choice meat for the pocket of the global oligarchy who owns the wheels of the food industry that made the choice for you to eat.
Welcome to the fast food industry or any aspect of the cannibalistic global economy.
Alien foods: Technological sorcery at the lab and the kitchen
We are now entering the twilight world of alien foods or metafoods (sophisticated, altered, fucked up), the world of technological sorcery at the lab and the kitchen in the name of the buck which will buck up and down, left and right until you will be thrown back faster where your are supposed to be back to: A hole in the ground.
To learn more about this, let us see what a typical alien, metafood or junk food does to a consumer´s health.
For this purpose we have chosen the documentary entitled Super Size Me where Morgan Spurlock goes on a diet of solely McDonald´s fast food for one month.
But warning! You had better get ready for his Mcpukes and Mcfarts!
Pandey R. M. & Upadhyay S. K. (2012). Food Additive. Chapter 1. In: Pp: 1-30, Food Additive, El-Samragy Y. (Ed.), InTech, Rijeka, Croatia. 256 p.
Pulju R. J. (2011). Women and Mass Consumer Society in Postwar France. Cambridge University Press, New York, NY, USA. 260 p.
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Pedro Garrote tenía un metro no para medir lo que algunas veces es necesario medir sino para medir lo que no se puede medir.
Pero últimamente Pedro no estaba preocupado de medir lo que solía medir. Había algo que le estaba corroyendo y comiendo la cabeza no de su metro sino la cabeza de la cabeza con sesos.
El garrote del Sr. Garrote ya no levantaba cabeza para cabecear donde debía poner la cabeza sino que estaba por otro lado donde no tenía cabeza.
Su novia, llamada Dulce Azúcar, tenía miedo de quedarse sin dulce ni azúcar y es que el dulce tan dulce como el azúcar de aquel que Pedro Garrote servía y no podía medir con su metro que ya no valía como metro, lo era todo para ella.
Por esa razón Dulce Azúcar se había adelantado a su querido Garrote y había ido a ver al especialista en garrotes para averiguar si le podían curar el garrote de Pedro Garrote.
Pero siendo tan corto en mediciones de los metros que no pueden medir lo que no se puede medir, el médico no entendió nada de lo que Dulce Azúcar tenía que explicar sobre garrotes que no son garrotes o metros que no son metros.
Lo único que ella le quizo decir era que su marido Pedro Garrote ya no tenía garrote donde debería tener un garrote para garrotear con su cabeza sin sesos donde debía poner toda su cabeza con sesos para que el dulce de Dulce fuese tan dulce como ella lo solía tener cuando ambos se ponian a fabricar azúcar.
¿Pero qué putas le estaba pasando a Pedro Garrote que se había quedado sin garrote para que su Dulce Azúcar tuviese dulce como el azúcar?
Ni más ni menos que Pedro Garrote se había hecho adicto al azúcar.
Adicto no al azúcar de Dulce Azúcar sino al azúcar que endulza la vida de millones de humanos hasta volverlos locos: esa sustancia usualmente blanca y cristalina extraída de la caña de azúcar (Saccharum officinarum) y/o la remolacha azucarera (Beta vulgaris subsp. vulgaris var.
altissima).
El azúcar que la industria de alimento promueve para que te muevas hacia donde ellos quieren que te muevas en un mundo en movimiento hacia el ecocidio.
El azúcar es una droga (Video 1). Esta sustancia actúa como una droga en el cerebro de los humanos (Avena et al., 2008).
Video 1. La fabricación de la adicción al azúcar.
Pedro Garrote: de la adicción a la separación
Pasaba el tiempo y Pedro Garrote sólo se preocupaba de comer azúcar y más azúcar pero no el dulce de su querida Dulce Azúcar. Pedro estaba tan endulzado que sus amigos ya le llamaban Pedro el Acaramelado.
Tan extrema era su adicción al azúcar de caña de azúcar (Saccharum officinarum) que un día Dulce Azúcar le dio un ultimatum a Pedro Garrote. Dulce Azúcar ya no aguantaba vivir sin dulce ni azúcar.
Pues según la filosofía sin sofía en la vida de los monos desnudos (Homo insapiens), la vida sin dulce ni azúcar no tiene sentido y se mueren de aburrimiento.
Aunque en la actualidad, muchos humanos mueren de comer demasiada azúcar (diabetes, obesidad, etc.) o abusar del dulce que es tan dulce como el azúcar pero no es azúcar, en cuyo caso si son machos se les pudre una parte de su fábrica de azúcar (e.g., la próstata).
¿Qué putas le dijo Dulce Azúcar a su azúcar?
Dulce Azúcar le dijo a Pedro Garrote que si él no dejaba de comer azúcar que no fuera su azúcar, entonces ella se iría de casa buscando otra fábrica de azúcar.
Preocupada porque se había quedado sin dulce ni azúcar, ella le decía a su Garrote que él se pondría como una bola de cebo si no dejaba de comer azúcar.
Incluso le hizo leer el reporte de la OMS (WHO, 2003) donde demostraban lo dañino que era comer azúcar.
Pedro pasó de largo sobre la OMS y todo lo demás que no fuera su azúcar, incluso dejando de lado el dulce de su querida Dulce.
Pedro Garrote no hizo caso de las quejas de su mujer Dulce Azúcar.
Y así es como Dulce Azúcar se quedó sin dulce ni azúcar de la fábrica de Pedro sin azúcar y él se quedó sin el dulce ni azúcar de Dulce Azúcar sólo con el azúcar que alimentaba su adicción al azúcar que enferma y mata tan dulce como el azúcar.
Pedro Garrote pasó de la adicción a la separación.
Pero él estaba tan perdidamente enganchado al azúcar de caña de azúcar que ni siquiera se enteró de la separación. Se quedó solo y sólo con su adicción al azúcar.
Hoy dicen que Pedro Garrote acabó en la calle por culpa de su adicción al azúcar y anda por las calles no buscando al dulce de su Dulce Azúcar sino pidiendo limosna para el azúcar.
Pedro Garrote se ha convertido en un junkie del azúcar.
Este día muchos piden y desean "paz, amor y prosperidad".
Pero mientras festejan, llevan a sus bocas cadáveres de todo tipo cuyas vidas son sesgadas de forma violenta y, cuyo miedo y adrenalina se absorbe cuando son ingeridos.
Los miedos producen, a menudo, violentas peleas sin sentido entre los comensales, ademas de indigestiones y otras fatales enfermedades.
La paz y el amor deberían empezar en nuestras conciencias para que lleguen a nuestros platos y a nuestras vidas.
Leer más en los siguientes links te dará el doctorado en este tema.
The shortest way to get to hell right here on Earth is to get upset about trivial things that occur in your daily life. Knowing how to deal with them is an art. The most important art in our lives.
There are people who can drown in a cup of water. There are others who can float like corks even under the worst conditions in the ocean of life and do not even get wet. Blessed are the latter, indeed!
And as man advances on what he believes is and should be advancement, he is becoming a fucking spoil brat and thus this virtue is becoming a lost art.
If you really want to see how you are doing on this art or who is a brat or a grown up, emotionally speaking, what better way to take a trip on top of a truck crawling on the most terrible dirt roads in the outback of the DRC (Democratic Republic of the Congo) (Video 1).
Video 1. A test to trucks and human endurance and patience in the DRC.
Travelling in Congo is a challenge and as everywhere around the world there is always a fee. It is one of the laws of Homo economicus. Nevertheless, you will be amazed not only by the odyssey unfolding right in front of your eyes as Congolese travel riding on a heavily loaded truck but also by how insignificant become your problems at home in Europe or any "developed" nation where there are thousands of people literally dying of emptiness and loneliness even though they have all of their basic needs met and possess a fat account at the local bank.
A simple thing as a girlfriend, boyfriend, lover of spouse who does not say "I love you" as much as his or her half-orange would like to hear could ignite huge domestic battles despite their swimming in abundance.
Failing to hear these magical words may put some rich people on a straight path to desperation and depression.
In other words, in rich nations there are a lot of insane or emotionally dysfunctional people. Some are literally crazy or psychopaths although they may disguise it well.
A refrigerator full with all sorts of foods or a home bursting with stuff do not mean a damn thing to most folks in rich nations. They take everything for granted, especially the new generation.
In poor nations, many people starve because of lack of food but you can still find plenty of people who are spiritually rich even in the hands of adversity.
Whereas in rich nations, people starve because of lack of spiritual or emotional food. Very few can be truly considered rich.
Rich where everyone should strive to be rich, on matters of enlightenment. This way he or she will no longer be a puppet or fall prey to dark economical interests or designs which have the power and ability of pitching haves and have nots alike into a battlefield.
So, what the fuck is the use of being the richest man or woman on Earth if you live in an emotional hell before you have reached your spot in the graveyard?
Someone has said that "life is a race against death." In the meantime, whilst we are in the waiting room, the test is to test whether we are already here or there before we get there.
In this respect, many Congolese are masters of knowing without being aware of or knowing when to cry and when to laugh before they get there.
They show that one can have little and yet be happy.
May the future of this beautiful African nation, DCR, and its people be one full of hope, peace and prosperity.
Prosperity redefined of course, with respect and love towards Mother Nature and its creatures and forests, away from destruction of wildlife or ecocide.
This is the real challenge not only for the DRC but also to all of the nations which depend upon this African nation´s mineral resources set on following a crooked model of squandering what should never be squandered since we all live in a world with finite resources.
Voyages to other planets are still far in the future. We should not fool ourselves with intergalactic trips.
Therefore, we must take care of the only home we already have: Earth. At the present time, we are up to the gills in an ecological mess. We have got to clean our own mess. Ecce our most important task!
John F. Kennedy once said that in politics "things don´t just happen, they are made to happen." And whatever happens it is all about money.
Money is the bottom line. Whose money? Your money as a consumer.
So in the end, things are made to happen because it happens that people happen to be used to a squandering lifestyle that "requires" a lot of things which are one way or another brought to the markets and sold to consumers by those who make things to happen in the first place.
The real power is the hands of the consumers. The ruling elite knows this best. They know that the best business on planet Earth is exploiting human cattle.
Thus, whatever happensaround the world, you really make it happen, for the global ruling cabal cannot survive without you (Fig. 1).
Figure 1. Kleptocracy and you. Source: Hermes Press.
This "colony of human chupacabras", as some experts call this cabal, that control the lives of millions of human cattle depend upon you and your squandering habits. It is a case of the slavers being enslaved by the slaves.
So... If you really want to make this a better world for humans and nonhumans alike, wake up!
You had better start seriously looking into your squandering habits and straighten them out if you really want your children to have a piece of the Biospherical Cheese in the future.
At the same time, you must question the history of world events past and present.
Do some research. Don´t be lazy. Don´t be afraid of letting go of the shit that might be killing you. And keep always in mind that the "truth can be adjusted".
Here is an interesting article dealing with some of the United States and British imperial games around the globe. What some experts refer to as "Anglo-American or US-British oil imperialism":
THE NEW US-BRITISH OIL IMPERIALISM Source: Hermes Press View Original
The U.S. invasion of Iraq to loot its oil and
politically restructure the Middle East, is part of a policy of militaristic
imperialism that the American and British ruling circles have been engaged
in for several centuries. The American revolution was fought to bring the
United States under new, non-British rulers, with the new regime sold to the
public as a democracy.
Beginning in the twentieth century, these American ruling elites have revolved
around the Rockefeller, Brown, Harriman, and Morgan family dynasties. The Bush
family, beginning with Prescott Bush, have served as satraps of the Rockefeller, Brown, and Harriman
interests. [Part III]
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