Sycoma

Remember, Remember, the fifth of November

The gunpowder Treason and Plot.

I can think of no Reason

Why the gunpowder Treason

Should ever be Forgot.

Ah good old Guy Fawkes day, a day to celebrate anarchical failure, funny isn’t it, when it should be the east winged politicians who should be rejoicing in the failure of their liberal counterparts in their attempt to detonate the London Parliament house and assassination of the King.

Unusually, the protestants should be happy considering this bunch of Mad Ass Catholics wanted to wipe out their population.

How it was fictionally fulfilled in the Alan Moore graphic novel, and its corporate sucking motion picture production (which, wasn’t bad, but quite disappointing considering the comic was there and then iconic as it is, though many thanks to the Wachowski brothers, made it seem more like a terrorist movie rather than a movie about anarchy).

Sure many people are blind sheep aimlessly wandering dales and valleys waiting to be sheared and slaughtered and then roasted with a side of mint, and there are also wolves lurking in the dark corners of enlightenment waiting to preach or devour, be it in a pack or alone.

It would be my annual homage to Guy Fawkes and his little tavern of liberals when I go for a haircut later this afternoon (mohawk of course, well, I’d usually leave it down the side of my face and call it a ‘mobop’)

But the most important thing today is to remember that on this day, four hundred and four years ago, was that effort to revolt was there and because of that, Catholics are allowed to roam freely in society like a rat in the sewers (pun intended).

Well, I guess I’ll light my bonfire with a little dose of potassium chlorate for that extra bang for kicks.

But also, without him, you wouldn’t have the term guy, meaning at that era, an oddly dressed person, thus coming into the 20th century for males.

But you can find all that load of info at wikipedia itself, so me telling you, would be a waste of my effort, considering that people would think I was lifting, but well, we’re evolved, and accusation (and many other fatal judgements and emotions) evolved with us.

Fawkes at midnight, and by torchlight there was found

With long matches and devices, underground

Well, I’d better be off watching the movie right after I watch Stanly Kubrick’s The Shining.

 

Sometimes I wonder who really is sane; someone who exposes his animality, or someone who cultivates his naturalistic desires through the approval of society.

Sometimes I wonder who really are the mad people around here; for civilised people have a weird philosophy of living; in an ordinate subterranean dwelling where their actions have to reflect on the person and his ancestors and his future kin, where whatever they do has to be monitored by the keen eye of morality and justice, where everything is kept under an unnatural system of vagaries obfuscating and contradicting itself; how do we even make sense of our own anomalistic behaviors and thinking.

Maybe the Wachowski brothers were right, we are a virus, infesting like a sly, vile creature that pretends to be kind to everything.

Hey if 2012 was the end of the world, then so be it; we get to see what the Mayans predicted, and the best part of all is that they can’t jump around like crazed chimpanzees (in reference to the monkeys in 28 Days Later), point at us and shouting within their laughter: WE TOLD YOU SO, SUCKERS! WE FUCKING TOLD YOU SO, AND WHAT DID YOU DO?! YOU DENY IT LIKE THE PURE IDIOTS YOU ARE AND RANT ABOUT YOUR GODS, YOUR DARWIN, YOUR NIETZSCHE, YOUR WACHOWSKI AND YOUR WARS, BUT NOOOO, DON’T LISTEN TO US AND THE SCIENTISTS WHO CONFIRMED US, THIS IS WHY YOUR ARCHEOLOGISTS COULD NEVER UNDERSTAND OUR BLOODY TEMPLE! THIS IS WHY LOVECRAFT HAD TO WRITE ABOUT SOME MYTHICAL BEAST IN SOME BULLSHIT AREA YOU CAN’T EVEN BLOODY PRONOUNCE BECAUSE HE COULDN’T GET HIS ASS OUT OF HIS AUNTYS’ ATTIC TO WRITE A DECENT STORY THAT DIDN’T GIVE PEOPLE NIGHTMARES AND WEIRD, SADISTIC THINKING!

And we’d have to look at them with the blank faces and die, how sad.