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  • Victory? Winner?

    Victory? Winner?

    Victory! Winner?

    It’s VE day (Victory In Europe) and agreeably a time for reflection, and paying tribute or doing whatever it is you do, or saying whatever it is you wish to say. Let me take this opportunity to reflect a little from my limited perspective.

    What would your grandad or dad, or grandmother, or mother, sister, brother, son or daughter say? If they were alive now, what clea message do YOU think they would say? Let that percolate, and I’ll give you my best answer. 

    I have not personally seen, tasted or smelt the horrors of any war zone, not like many soldiers, reporters, journalists (like Chris Hedges) and poor innocent civilians. I have read books and watched films, documentaries about war, and in particular World War II, an extremely popular subject matter on a lot of very popular platforms like, The Discovery Channel, National Geographic, Netflix and thousands of independent(ish) channels. You would think we would all be experts by now on the subject of war, on Hitler and on the Nazis. What happened, how, why, and most importantly how to ensure that it NEVER HAPPENS AGAIN!

    My instinct tells me that anybody who has seen the horrors of war, killing, mutilation and terror, no matter what the outcome, would not be doing a jig in celebration of victory. No, that was for the people back home who only saw what the media showed them, and read about what the newspapers told them. Any celebrations might be reserved until they were sure the Nazi’s and the violent aggressors were completely destroyed, never again able to take root in a country and stir up nationalistic hatred for out-groups using lies, distortion and violent propaganda.

    War, and World War II in particular was a noticeable presence in my childhood, from playing army down the woods, probably inspired by war films, to dressing up as a World War II child refugee and taking part in WWII themed day out organized by the school, where we visited RAF Cosford. Naturally this interest in War, ignited by playing war games with other children for fun, not to take a neighbours house or occupy their garden, destroy anything. These were imaginary games of harmless fun. And so it is with the spirit of play and what I hope is harmless fun, that I reflect on WWII, Nazis, and war in a general sense. My way of paying respect. Attempting honesty, and brevity.

    My Grandad Jim served and fought in WWII, and my Grandma Mae, with Jim, lived through the pre-war, war time and post war periods. Yes, fighting was the ultimate sacrifice, but for many the struggle was consistent throughout the 1930s, 40s, 50s, 60s. Let’s also remember and give thanks to those who stayed human and kind and resilient when surrounded by violence, hatred and horror. To have not joined up with the local fascist racist political party at home, and helped forward their slow burn populist agenda. That alone is worthy of praise and respect. And lend a thought to the generations of ancestors before you who sacrificed, endured and escaped death by various means to produce YOU! Human. 

    I’ve been brazenly shouting “Look, Nazis!” for quite a while now, bolstered by the rise of the Republican son of the CIA, George Bush Jnr. After a moderate amount of reading into the Nazi CIA Tsarist alliance, featuring General Reinhardt Ghelen, James Jesus Angleton, Brothers Dulles and a gang of so called ex-nazis who gained employment with the United States government and intelligence and technology firms, oh, and some banking business too, I was only slightly worried they..were back again in a new mask. Sprinkle in some Mafia connections, some secret exclusively white male member secret societies, and all manner of religious maniacs who’d trade a toddlers lunch for a bullet, if it meant victory for their side, and you are close to what I thought was going on.

    What is their side? Who are they? I mentioned a lot just now. Can’t we just call them the dead Nazis of WWII, and forget about the rest? Surely, those enacting eugenics based laws, deporting foreign people without legal permission, supporting the genocide of an entire people, trading weapons with known agressors and genocidal maniacs, surely these are not Nazis! They’re all dead, I saw the documentary on Youtube.

    So it begins, what is your interpretation of events, the current battle space and the way we got here? How would you describe the marker points on your Nazi-ometer, or your fascist-ometer? How do you compare, what is your method and by what measure? Logic, reason, suspicion, fact, feeling, opinion, axiomatic? I wasn’t even close, it turns out that the fictional works of Robert Anton Wilson are closer to the current reality I perceive, (insane Trump / Vance / Putin / Theil), than his non-fiction work. We seem to be all living in an episode of Illuminatus! Trilogy (co-authored with Robert Shea). Terrifyingly absurd, dangerously dicing with extinction.  

    I’ve laid my theories out over the last two decades, in blogs and books and albums, for anybody to go back and look at, compare, judge, analyse, rebound back at me. In a nutshell, I’ve been warning about the rise of far-right populism, ideology and anti-science for a while, admittedly for the most part powered by and bolstered by the writing of Robert Anton Wilson. Read him. What Bob says. He does not mistake the symptom for a cause. Wilson lays out all the choices, both collectively (Fuller, McLuhan) and as self-owning individuals, without sounding preachy or self-righteous or in any way dictatorial. Take a look at my afterword to his book TSOG for a condensed answer to the above questions.

    What is to be done? Breathe properly, be good to yourself and others. Take it one step at a time. Listen more than you speak. All that good stuff is obvious right? Right. Meditate, turn compassion and empathy into a martial art. Transform patience into a deadly species of Kung Fu. While at the same time, strengthen your community bonds, friendships and relationships, check in often, try to engage with parts of culture you would not usually choose, dip your toe in, never be afraid to try new things. Make it new.

    So coming back to the question I started with, more or less, what would your ancestors say? What would the spirit of those who died fighting in wars say?

    Never Again Is Never Enough. Eternal Flower Power. Perpetual Vigilance. Solidarity With All Oppressed People Suffering Anywhere On Earth. Be The Change You Wish To See.                            

    Love, respect.

    –Steve Fly.
    Amsterdam, Europe.
    08/05/2025 (VE Day)

  • ASI EYE IN THE ICOSAHEDRON / Bizz Tsar Link

    ASI EYE IN THE ICOSAHEDRON / Bizz Tsar Link

    Only wetware, off the top thoughts pop.

    No large lang model but my own wet goop

    Serve slang sandwiches for witches on loop,

    Cradle to cradle PrattGPT time to laddle

    The narrative fable to enable a safe stable,

    To train the horses on classes

    Led by Donkey’s investor asses

    Amass the assets and freeze rewind the tape cassettes

    Eject the greed heads and the cancel the bias

    Can you remix the gods by using the masters pliers?

    Tight hill skullkin’ occam’s razor rope talking, 

    I’m a bagginzez Tzolkien, Tanmaya not sulking,

    A player Christereotype gone walking

    Up the road past the benchmark market tokin’

    Give me the bugaphone and I’ll remix and spark it

    This wet fly flow unpredicts what you think your “I” know

    What you think your fly now, what weights awaits AI now,

    Don’t psycho, give me a positive sign now, 

    A symbol…

    a system of multi-polar global solar tingle wisdom

    Time scheme irreducible, spatial facial boost crucible

    Swim fast and loose for a truce able,

    Making peace via internetwork cable, 

    Release the beast on your own record label,

    House of punch-cards little litturntable,

    Return eternal word wurzel, 

    Fly brains absurd puzzle, returned a lost parcel,

    Semantok passing granma sin tax glossing

    How surprising is surprise

    How to measure god’s thighs guys?

    Pull up yer’ flies and stop wanking,

    Lift up when economy is tanking,

    The tracks of the tank trace killingry and banking,

    I’m the sand sun king, the emperor of dust

    hide bound habit sanding down rust to trust,

    The mega boom bust comes at maga cost lost

    The qwick bruno fax jump over lazy gods

    This PrattGPT running like profits from greedy water firms

    Needy greedy worms for their private profit terms, 

    The turning gyre beast slouches invance couches and squirms

    Humanity learns, the hard way,

    Techno feudal choke point nexus of, “I did it my way”

    Bastards

    Getting angry at AI demons fighting in your wig

    Drink the cool aid, rub one out with belief, take a swig,

    Musk guzzles his own jizz by the 10 litre bottle

    Hyper testosterone techbro, foot glued to the throttle

    Bully boy bigger is better bullshit banter,

    Now the game change, open source come to get ya’

    Free for all disruption, give it away and watch eruption,

    Of the tight wing greedy weak god squad piddle squeak,

    Squirting entropy in your Googling FaceX Unopen demon box tweak

    Twatter

    The rhyme in the cauldron, the languages our children

    Vorticist symbols on the recipe exploding,

    All over the garden spring flowers and rhubarb and,

    Barbarous hooks and words mock the rise of orange

    Barbarous herds with all the worst words

    BIZZ TSAR LINK

    The tsar link to the star link,

    A bizzare inc. Elon’s heist wink

    so come on come on

    all you tacit trumper dumpers,

    show us a source, a fact, some remorse from Hitlers bunkers, your fucking bonkers.

    Get the flow going, some tattered ragged rhymes the sure need sewin’

    Just keep yer’ intellect glowing,

    And the garden mower mowing down the hate,

    Punching down clowns attack the weak

    And blame the crowds,

    Like a Mongolian horde, 

    They keep the violence abroad,

    Trade or spade on bank board

    Invest in mess in around in foreign soil

    No blood for oil

    No blood for golf courses

    No blood for private stem cell vampires

    No blood for votes

    No blood for data centers

    No blood for revenge

    No blood for

    No blood

    NO

    Non servium

    Don’t feed the beast 

    Release your energy in community

    Resist the sex pest, resist the richest war chest,

    Resist the opportunist blame game populists

    Flame names crumb rock to this

    Insane brain flocktopass,

    The rain drain clock tok to push

    A crane picking up letters like a fucking octopus,

    Off and out, like bad bald bread said fred,

    Think it through, stay well red in the reeds

    Orphic hymns to local rivers carry seeds,

    Way back primal visit to move forward deeds,

    New path to sense and new sensibility feeds,

    A great sensibility

    Great global sense sympathy 

    Newsphere with less fear dear is that clear is that clear?

    But you gotta’ dip into the paidstream news, sorry,

    And get a hold of those shame blamed blues before 

    Putting on those new soul shoes,

    Talking about sad a bad stuff, and how much of its bluff,

    How rough the beast, how gruff the beast, when is enough enough?

    How to measure fascism, how to measure insanity or love?

    Self harm does harm to self and to others, 

    Scapegoating sons and gaslighting mothers,

    Fake soaking brains with tar and goose feathers

    Lies to make you despise your own brothers

    Ties with arms data and steel to conceal the damn dirty dirty robbers

    Flies to surprise that dark maga horror behind your eyes,

    The lotus flower,

    Moose in the road intervention, break quick,

    Steer into the skid and trust the suspension

    Of disbelief, avoid the orange moose flies at dawn,

    World made of language, language made of code

    The means to produce and distribution open sold,

    Cold war hot large new babe model,

    Oh Annalivia, swanlike chin up strut with a waddle,

    Allmazifull, LLM’d and humming our summer sang wordle,

    Show yourself recursive self recorsi sea shell echo,

    Bravo alpha fold cyphers into molds, 

    Slice of tale told with broth and broomstick,

    Pop policy like lipstick, what’s underneath it,

    Sweet great gods granmother hear our chats

    Let us honour Annaliv with induction and facts,

    Peer reviewed, sincere, from heart with passion for tact

    Teaching truth to the senses, avoid pretences,

    Experiential knowledge base boogie line tenses,

    Learn diff’ equations from a trip to the movies,

    Oh, gentle muse with the cauldron,

    Shine your light, shine, illuminate upon your apron,

    Love for all and all for love allmen

    Human wedded human below as above,

    Be true man, be true man, be human loved dove

    Matter made of words via minds code lobel,

    Get into the sing song sung globe noble turntable tribe tingle 

    Bird solo angle, tone equi-rectangle tickle down town trickle,

    Take the bucky ball and dribble to my symbol,

    Its simple, sweet cherub of beauty with the dimple,

    Flat edges with a crimple, top hat topology thought nimble,

    Uber positioned using cosmic triggernometry thimble

    You dig, you will, both the red and blue pill

    Both and more multi logo-motifs,

    information locus pocus, goddess help us,

    Gather guts wit and focus,

    Like a swarm of genesis locusts, 

    Like a warm hug from the logos,

    No force can break us,

    Our love is what takes us away in a nexus,

    From crown to toe to solar plexus,

    Oh plasticity gods please flex us,

    Lead us not into oil temptation in Texas,

    They avoid paying their taxes, use disasters like taxis,

    To slip from ship to ship to not give a shit,

    Psychopath capital, at some others expense,

    Slave master general of the Trump Klux Klan at the fence,

    Time to step up, not much time left to lose,

    Or else a thousand year tech reichwing heil breaks loose