Wednesday, August 22, 2012

why do fools fall in love and alcholism in Noo Zillun








Had to laugh at the weasels on RNZ this morning supporting alcholism and trying to maintain the fiction that alcoholics have a choice.
All addictions have as their primary purpose to prevent the addict feeling their true thoughts and feelings.
and.
More to the point alcholism is a defense against paranoia which is itself a defense against passive unconscious homosexuality.
Are you calling me a homo?
Yesterday I skimmed a book that purported to be an introduction to the history of science.
Nup.
It was just a disguised attack on  psychoanalysis and Sigmund Freud by the weasel Karl POpper and and another creature called Gordon Allport who was really annoyed that Freud claimed that we are all children at heart and very few people are grown up.
This is an affront to those who think that their education and their station in life entitles them to special treatment and consideration.
The point is that only by using a dynamic psychiatry can we understand neurosis and psychosis and work towards a cure or at least an amelioration of symptoms and alleviation of the suffering.
Here in New Zealand we love Karl POpper because he says we dont have to worry about all the other stuff.
Its just me me me me and my choice to drink or shoot up smack or whatever.
And dont forget that no matter how much the booze industry pretends to look askance at drunks, the people involved can thereby call themselves winners and the trash who total themselves are just amusements for their betters and if they spin out then tough.
Meanwhile the whine drinkers who pretend towards a faux sophistication about being an oenophile and all the rest of the window dressing are busy making excuses for themselves and unconsciously pretending that they are not realy alcoholics and dumping on the dregs to support their own self image and protecting their own supply.
So the alcohol reform bill has had its five minutes on Radio New Zealand 9-noon and we can all go back to wring our hands now and laughing at the drunks when they get their shot on teevee next.
Nothing is really done.
WE just talk about it and then like all kids who believe our own thoughts to be facts we MOVE ON.
Nothing in New Zealand is really done properly and if we look at the idiots who sunk the kiwifruit industry we can say by the grace of God that is only by good luck and not good management that  other industries have not been similarly afflicted by noo noo heads who think they know everything.
Because here in New Zealand we know everything and what we dont know doesn't matter because if it did we would know it.
spot the fallacy.
anyway. I played Frankie Lymon last night till I nearly cried at the unfairness of it all and how fate strikes down the best sometime.
Then I watched L.A. Confidential.
A true insight to the natural condition of man and his desire to dominate and destroy. How crime and greed wrecks societies and communities and as long as those at the top are ok the rest can go hang.

1 comment:

hesiod said...

after making some of the most exquisite music ever produced frankie lymon died of a heroin overdose at 22 years old. jaded and worn out doin' it for the folks.

now for something completely different...