Analyst?

Y'all remember that James Coburn film 'The President's Analyst?' 

Coburn plays this psycho-analyst who is contracted by the Government of the United States to 'look after' the state of mind of the President - who happens to be a black guy in the movie.

Very scary movie, with a very scary ending.

'The Telephone Company' apparently has gone around substituting real people with automatons - or perhaps have implanted people (I can't quite recall which it was right now) with some kind of device that allows them to completely control these subjects. Including the President, and eventually, including the President's analyst too! 

I only clearly remember now that the fading final scenes of the movie show a cable being plugged into the shoe of Coburn's character with the intended meaning that he had himself now been 'taken-over' by the Borg/Telephone CORPORATION.

Personally I am not one of these anti-'H++' (Augmented Human) Luddites. I like technology, I am a technologist myself, and it isn't the machine intelligence of a dynamic electronic system that worries me particularly.  

It is the defective human that worries me. It is the malevolence of human ideologies wrapped in some other covering that is so easily sold to the continually unsuspecting ordinary person who is trying to mind their own business.

I told you all that Erdogan was going after the US Air Base in Incirlik in Turkey. Today, there was a huge protest rally outside that base. Erdogan could not have been anything other than behind it. He seems to be able, after all, to suppress even a military coup against him in fifteen minutes...

Saudi University class

You 'watch it now,' but... I suppose there are a lot of doomsayers around; it's the easiest thing to engage in, that kind of EOTW scenario talk. But we are in for the hell of it now. And you'd better hope Trump is the guy in the driver's chair and he can get back some of the top brass, like McChrystal.

Saudi Arabia, is being run by madmen. It isn't Assange's leaks about Hillary's emails that ought to concern anybody - we already all know she is 'problematic.' And it isn't those emails that the Russian Secret Services particularly cares about. THEY, actually have got Arabic readers and speakers working for them on the electronic communications traffic in places like Indonesia, Singapore, Saudi, Bahrain, Qatar, Londonistan, Egypt, and Turkey. And they know EXACTLY what's up.

And none of it is funny.

White Painted Guns Episode II

We continue our alt version of 'James Bond...'

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The newly installed Foreign Secretary, Boris Johnson, looks out from his shrapnel-proofed, Lord Conran-designed triple-pane glass window with its highly-varnished dark Scottish heartwood Ash frame.

The Permanent Head of the Department, a red-headed fifty-year old woman from the ordinary Public School system closed the manila file in her hands and tapped a mauve lacquered fingernail on its cover to signal a decisive moment in the discussion.

So what d'you really think you know...?
I mean about Boris Johnson...

"Eve," the new Foreign Secretary said, looking away from the vista and back directly into the green eyes of the P.H. "What do the Americans say? 'Reach out,' is it? Well have someone you trust completely, reach out to that eccentric American billionaire John McAfee, and ask him if he will consider secretly paying for some equipage and establishment, for a small team of independent reporters and investigative journalists to give us the plain unvarnished truth about some of the matters in that file of yours. And ask John Watson from across the aisle if he will be prepared to get a bit dirty with us on this as well. Top Secret, of course. Everything. Everything is to be Top Secret. The whole matter. No one is to know under any circumstances."

That evening, Boris Johnson attends his club and orders what he rarely ever ordered, this time though, in celebration of his achieving a childhood dream, that of combining high Parliamentary Office, with the splendid role of the fictional 'M,' who was of course, in reality and originally, 'C.' And then later on 'R' with Dame Stella, who completely messed up the point of a having a secret service, with fraternization with the mercantile, venal, shallow, and ultimately deeply treacherous mediocre classes. Nothing at all wrong with the lower classes, Charles the farmer knew that; for without them, British estates would all grind to a halt, and be overrun with gorse and sedge - as if King Arthur had left the Land and was dead - which he was not.

Needless to say, McAfee leapt to the offer. 'Sir' John McAfee... Now that, would be some serious cool. After all.

...After his Port, and his club's renewal version of the famous Boodle's Orange Fool, Johnson sat back with his favourite cigar in hand, and contemplated the potential elegance of the future yet to come.

The London Sartoria restaurant's Orange Fool

And turned over in his mind, the short list of possibles from the Black Watch, and the Coldstream Guard, and various public and private gymnasiums, parkour training facilities, and trampoline academies too - the latter where Daniel Craig's stunt coordinator came from of course. And one of these, as a matter of irony and trivia, was owned by the descendant of the great adventurer writer and Oriental fairy-tale compiler, Sir Richard Francis Burton KCMG FRGS. Oh, and not to mention, spy. For Richard Burton was a spy of course. As well as a very serious Arabic scholar. 

Ah, the Arabic... We would have to consult too, he thought, with the modern linguist and Arabic scholar, the strangely named, but in all other respects, highly gun-barrel straight, Christian Prince. (His link:) https://www.youtube.com/channel/UChsXHzayDrPorHF4bg_qIXQ

Jayne Bond's new automobile, the McLaren 570
...And that's Jayne's legs right there

Asking My Dad About Hiroshima

I remember I used to ask my dad about why the Americans dropped nukes onto Japan, since, according to him, the War was over in the sense that Allied forces had completely asserted themselves over the remaining Japanese troops all over Asia and the Pacific.

And he said, it was morally not the sort of thing the British would have done... but... (Well now, right here we also have to note 'the British' is something that means something TOTALLY different to a BRITISHER, compared to everyone else. 'The British' is this fantasy idea that 'the British' hold about themselves, even as they know it not to be true as a reality anyway.)

A scene from Shakespeare - Richard III

But... my father, and pretty much all the other people who had survived through the War with Japan in South East Asia in particular, said there were a large number of Japanese who could not, because of their ideology about the 'Sun-God' nature of their Emperor, actually give up or surrender or even live in some acceptance of a peaceful life after War as such. There would be suicides, murders, further sporadic attempts, not matter how futile, on the part of many Japanese ex-soldiers and maybe some civilians too. 

The 'Sun-God' Emperor has in recent years, 'retired' the notion that he really is a living god on Earth... And, following the dropping of the nuclear bombs, a certain ability to 'excuse' their shame at being defeated in War on account of the 'viciousness' of the nuke thing, was allowed to creep into post-War Japan.

Who do these fanatics most remind you of in recent times? Would it be the Islamic World by any chance?

Not a reptilian, at all...

Is there any chance the nuclear weapon will be used again?

It is certain that it will.

It is CERTAIN.

And Riyadh, Saudi Arabia will be one of the targets.

Is there any chance that I am wrong? No. None at all.

Can it be avoided?

No. It cannot.

And will it be just a simple matter of one or two bombs or missiles? No indeed it will not be.

There are, today, around two hundred million people in Indonesia, almost two hundred million in Pakistan, seventy million in Turkey, and about thirty million in Saudi Arabia.

That is to say, those are roughly the numbers TODAY.

And I am, I'll admit it now, not only a member of the Illuminati, but I am also one who is able to reach a certain place with 'seven facets,' and which is the cornerstone.

So it is written.

(And so far, I, myself, have written no further...)

Crescent Moon Street

The book's original title was not 'Half Moon Street' - it was 'La Calle De La Media Luna,' which means 'Crescent Moon Street.' 

And the beginning of the film contains the following sentence '...Just remember when you write your reports, that at the Institute here, we are dependent on our special relationship with the Middle East.'

...And seconds later, after those words have been uttered, a car-bomb goes off in the street outside.

What is it, about Arabic and Muslim culture, that
intelligence services seem to think accounts for the fact
that radicalized extremists, are so able to think for themselves
and to act on their own?

Now a question that needs to be asked today is, are there really any investigative journalism resources left, that have the capacity to discern facts from the slant or the the sheer deliberate distortion and obfuscation?

You see the real importance of this relates to whether or not, so much water has already passed under the bridge of 'special relationships' that even massive organisations like MI6 really have the capacity anymore to comprehend what is going on - past the walls of self-inflicted confusion they themselves raised when they decided it would be okay to get kids from out of academia funded by Saudi money and Qatari money and Bahrain money and so on.

This morning, we saw another 'lone wolf' radicalized extremist Muslim, shoot and kill eight people in Munich. And that would make, in all now, something like ten thousand and seventy-three lone wolves so far... Well it isn't but seriously folks, this is the essence of the so-called fallacy of Sorites, in which you never can see the actual boundary between one discrete thing or state/condition and the other (thing/state/condition), so that you can mislabel the real condition with some cover-all description.

How many 'lones' make a group...?

During the immediate post WWII period of the Cold War, it was easy to distinguish the good guys from the bad guys, and information, intelligence, and strategic data were all obvious elements. And you either 'had' as in possessed them in varying in degrees or you lacked them in varying degrees - it wasn't as if you couldn't tell what constituted them!

An old-school Embassy 'plant.' Doesn't exist anymore.

One of interesting features of the movie Half Moon Street is that it becomes obvious to the viewer, that the government and the bureaucracies of administration and even the upper echelons of society, are completely without comprehension of the seriously dangerous things that are going on 'hidden in open view' as it were. And even the movie itself, on account of the need to keep the audience cognizant of the driving forces for the action and the conflict requiring artistic resolution within the story-line, employs the device of familiar Cold War embassy competition and diplomatic opposing agenda to give a reason to the violence and crisis.

Today, the obscuring of truth is not carried out by embassy officials government-to-government. It is carried out expressly by those charged with the duty and responsibility to expose with clarity, any hidden dangers: the media, journalists, and the intelligence services.

How far has this gone towards becoming a severe problem of itself?

Would, for example, Boris Johnson see the need for an entirely new and separate and highly secret intelligence agency, whose main function would be to actually have the capacity to work out the truth on the ground somewhere, and then hand over all the relevant facts and materials that could be used to base genuinely-informed government and significant business foreign policy on? 

Donald Trump seems to think so - it's implicit in his words 'until we can find out what is going on.' These words mean that he thinks, and his advisers think, that for example, Washington itself, doesn't know what is going on...

Which is a very scary thing, if it is true. 

But I will just leave you with this name - 'A. Q. Khan.' And ask you to consider very carefully, what you think might be the game plan in Turkey. 'Lone wolf' eh? That's how you get a hundred thousand Muslims out onto the streets in half an hour. They're all lone wolves who just do stuff that they make up in their own minds without ever following orders or obeying anyone. Not that they don't practice obedience five times a day, do they.

The Corny Solution

Well but why not? It's what people are attracted to.

So what's the corny solution to the Muslim problem? I don't personally know...

What's the corny solution to the amazing strength in Equities? Don't know that either.

Ogilvy's motif, not Burnett's

What about interest rates? Nope.

I don't keep a 'corn file.'

On the mass public level you simply cannot expect there to be any change at all either in government policy on Islamic terrorism, nor on interest rate policy. It is possible, as the economist Professor Steve Keen recently suggested, that Central Banks might force the increase of margins for derivatives, but to some extent I find this not corny enough to be what they would automatically go for...

Politicians - most of them - will never accept responsibility for the bad things that go on on the mass scale beneath their high ivory towers. They will continue this parade of bathos - a thing that Americans love, apparently, as the world turns into another episode of Serial Killer Sunday.

We will 'condemn and be appalled,' and 'send our condolences.' And do nothing.

Now look I just deleted a whole series of paragraphs (in this piece) going into detail about certain things that I realize I cannot talk about here...

This much I may suggest to you if you ever find yourself in a 'situation.' Turn in the opposite direction in which a panicked corny crowd of onlookers or the mass of the public is heading in any circumstance in which fear, confusion, rage or excitement possesses them.

In my next piece, I will be talking about a movie that 'just' barely made budget on its first release: 'Half Moon Street.' I will be referring to it at least, in small part. The first ten minutes of this movie is worth watching for relevance to today's world. And we can thank Louis Theroux's dad for it. Without him, the flick would never have gotten made. Paul Theroux, as you know, is French.