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Cruelty in the name of Art
The "artist" Nathalia Edenmont is at the moment exhibiting her "art"
in a Swedish gallery called Wetterling (http://www.wetterlinggallery.com/). Nathalia Edenmont kills animals and then takes "beautiful" photographs of them. The gallery defends her taking the lives of mice, cats, rabbits all in the name of art. Please, if you can, send a letter of protest both to the gallery itself at: , or to the Swedish Ministry of Agriculture at: ?subject=Protest%20against%20Nathalia%20E denmont, or to the Swedish Embassy in your country. Now, a warning to all animal fans and cat owners - do NOT go look at this following link if you are squeamish. The picture is not gory in the sense of blood and guts, however it is disturbing (cat head on top of vase, cat tail at bottom of vase) and I wanted to include the link to back up what I'm saying here. http://www.wetterlinggallery.com/arc...halia_main.htm All I can say is what a sick bitch. |
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"LeeAnne" wrote in message ... The "artist" Nathalia Edenmont is at the moment exhibiting her "art" in a Swedish gallery called Wetterling (http://www.wetterlinggallery.com/). Nathalia Edenmont kills animals and then takes "beautiful" photographs of them. The gallery defends her taking the lives of mice, cats, rabbits all in the name of art. Please, if you can, send a letter of protest both to the gallery itself at: , or to the Swedish Ministry of Agriculture at: ?subject=Protest%20against%20Nathalia%20E denmont, or to the Swedish Embassy in your country. Now, a warning to all animal fans and cat owners - do NOT go look at this following link if you are squeamish. The picture is not gory in the sense of blood and guts, however it is disturbing (cat head on top of vase, cat tail at bottom of vase) and I wanted to include the link to back up what I'm saying here. http://www.wetterlinggallery.com/arc...halia_main.htm All I can say is what a sick bitch. This is truly revolting and repugnant (the idea of calling this "art," *not* your message). I am going to write a letter of protest this evening. Thanks for providing this information. MaryL |
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"LeeAnne" wrote in message ...
All I can say is what a sick bitch. She's probably thinking the same thing of each one here who worships their pets. |
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"LeeAnne" wrote in message ...
All I can say is what a sick bitch. She's probably thinking the same thing of each one here who worships their pets. |
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Having been made bigtime understandably sick at the heart by the sight
of it, LeeAnne reportfully wrote: The "artist" Nathalia Edenmont is at the moment exhibiting her "art" in a Swedish gallery called Wetterling (http://www.wetterlinggallery.com/). Nathalia Edenmont kills animals and then takes "beautiful" photographs of them. Nathalia Edenmont looks to be a psychically brutalized, pitiably damaged, soul-murdered product of the Soviet upheaval. This is no excuse for her flaunting of the damage; it does appear, however, that this maybe-better-off-than-most (yah roight) psychosociopath, who reportedly refers to the good Swedish citizens of her present-day host country as "cowardly", is essentially doing what all such Damaged Ones do: She is /showing/ people what was in essence /done to her/ in the absence of words adequate to the descriptive task at hand. (Lots of those sort in my US hometown, which is a Social Services City of Refuge; I know too many suchlike already. Easy to spot another, even all the way from here.) Ergo: Illegitimi non carborundum. Pre-inflatum, Google. Post-Google, calibratum. I Googled the phrase, "News Search" to find a comprehensive media link site. Kindly refer to the most recent news media article on the subject (much duplication planetwide per Murdochian polygamy) at http://www.in-sourced.com/article/ar...iew/1040/1/13/ for details. The gallery defends her taking the lives of mice, cats, rabbits all in the name of art. Please, if you can, send a letter of protest both to the gallery itself at: , or to the Swedish Ministry of Agriculture at: ?subject=Protest%20against%20Nathalia%20E denmont, or to the Swedish Embassy in your country. I rather suggest that missives directed to the Swedish Ministry of Agriculture, the Swedish Veterinary Society (sic?) and/or the Swedish Embassy on ones' home geo-turf would likely be /much/ better received on balance than /ad hominem/ attax on the Wetterling haus. Mr. Wetterling evidently finds the current terms of protest worthy of his scornful dismissiveness, little more. (See news article above.) Likely some folk might, um, /improve/ the terms, hm? Now, a warning to all animal fans and cat owners - do NOT go look at this following link if you are squeamish. The picture is not gory in the sense of blood and guts, however it is disturbing (cat head on top of vase, cat tail at bottom of vase) and I wanted to include the link to back up what I'm saying here. http://www.wetterlinggallery.com/arc...halia_main.htm All I can say is what a sick bitch. Yah. Sick is the word. Examining the Wetterling site, apart from the self-serving, weezil-wordud, hyper-sophisticated and /sub rosa/ excuseful /apologia/ made for the "corpus" of the exhibit (no pun actually intended, Friends!), I find one noteworthy Cause for Gratitude. To wit: There as yet exists no link to/from Rotten.com's filthfest and the Wetterling/Edenmont monstrosity. Um, let's not make mention to staffers at /either/ site of this little thing-that-is-not, hm? grin ;-) It appears to this particular Reverend Pastor that, not unlike numerous similar units of the ilk from Jack tha Ripper on thru Son o' Sam and beyond, this particular heavily-damaged and likely diagnosable (psychosociopathic as I reckon it) cabbage-or-something-in-a-human-suit has duly and truly sent forth a plain, unmistakeable "Cry for Help". Goodness knows, I sure did, 'way back years ago when /I/ was the Green & Sick One. And all that was done to /me/ was the imposition of an ably concerted and extensively sustained pack of Churchianity-authored and locally-tailored-to-suit outight lies re gender and its place in human affairs, the which was imposed upon YT for exactly as long as I was willing to submit to it. (I finally got over it all; that wonderful renegade rabbi from ~2000 years prior spoke the truth on the record re the healing power of Truth.) As for Ms. Edenmont: Back in Russia, they /murdered her family/. (Harder to get over, I wot.) Is it any particular wonder that she now confabulates the Brutal with the Honest? (Many others less damaged than she do that with no thought at all.) Those murdered critters are likely well on their way to re-embodiment by now, I daresay. The severed heads are aught but dead meat and bone with the fur left on today. Stenchful? Yah. Cruelty in the name of Art? Yah. She is being cruel, all right - toward us Genuine Human Beings (the which she likely herself actually was, pre-murdertime) who remain alive (unlike her murdered family, not that that is in any way, shape, or form a valid excuse for her revolting di$$play of Inner-Pain-exploitation) to torment /her/ with our envied/hated (Yup - split-headed contradictorial duality in there, gotcha!) positions (each of which is now an affront to her still-shrieking post-murder sensibilities) of egregiously enjoying happy lives of our very own - the Very Thing which was taken (as in raped) out from under her point-blank early on in her own current lifetime, by the available account. Potential Difference (hope not): Once having sent up one genuine prayer at my own crossroad-like cusp, I for one Grabbed On to what Came Next. (Thank You! whew!) Will Ms. Edenmont respond before God and Man alike in similar manner? Or will the prideful, shameful, fightful and blameful outlook with which she has double-double-whammied herself take the day - and the soul in the bargain? Hmmm. The given stimulus (her manifest cry) outright begs for a valid response (our Lawful and therefore compassionate prayers). Let us prepare the ground a wee bit to ease her passage into the Light, shall we? (She is not a toy. Gratuitous and ill-justified "magickal" malignities are no help here a-tall; she already HAS more of them thangs than she can hold; d'ya see her spill 'em for the able Mr. Wetterling and Company?) Fact: Almighty 1 True 1, AKA and dba "Eternal Creator" at all times, most certainly by now knows she Needs Nelp. No Siddhartha-esque "Total Illumination Now!" event is required, tho' she is certainly welcome to it once genuinely Ready. (Too soon and she'll blow a gasket fer shure. Brain-gasket replacements are difficult to acquire and even more challenging to install post-blow; kindly trust my good word on this point and forebear if possible along with the black-candled "Death Unto Mine Enemy" crowd, OK?) An honest Jungian shrink likely makes for a good start IMHO. (Better than being ambushed and beaten down to bloody pulp by Netful, catful alley thugs, or for that matter being psycho-drugged into the Twilight of Thorazined Submission by a Lightless Freudian as therapeutic protocols go, I daresay.) Think I'll spark a good clean 60-millimeter Clown Gun (suitably herb'd & oil'd; fresh from the corner /bodega/'s plenty-adequate /botanica/ stock) tonight on her behalf. It's Candle-Lighting Time. (A desk is an Altar; a pen is a Wand.) Um, where's my Holy Unfuqqing Oil, Middy-Boo? Ah. Thanks, Good Cat. Good strong orange paper (the best for this since a gating function is called for here) and good black ink for easy reading by all concerned. One humble-yet-righteous, directly phrased, tersely worded, and non-hateful Petition referencing the present posting and all that relates to its objective on Earth goes on the spot soon to be under the candle. (One drop of Holy Oil on each corner, no more is needed for that. Smells so good!) Now to oil and spark a tall jar of soft white wax with some string in it... There! The wired wick bends double and a limited-lifespan Portal of Flame appears! It's now (even as one reads) happily doing its thing on an altar-table where The Lithe Loving Lord Moxie Mousehole Midnight MousieMuncher (AKA and dba "Middy-Boo" at all times) won't knock it over in a fit of mischief. (Gotta love that beautiful bubbly bumbly black boy!) It /does/ appear that Ms. Edenmont herself is clearly unable to /pray well/ (or at all) at this time in her manifestly blighted life without a light 'n' loving touch of supportive and competent adult supervision. (The more the better, up to a rather large point, I daresay.) Let those who follow suit likewise do their Best. And thanks to all who join in this wee spot of Roadwork on her benighted behalf! Anger justifies every perpetrated outrage. It (the anger) then passes, though the effects of the perpetrated outrage likely live on. (History provides many examples of the genre.) This outrage, though, shall doubtless pass. IMHO, it certainly deserves to pass quickly. Let's turn on the Light, though, /en masse/ before the Nihilistic Deconstructionist/bokor contingent (which commonly maps itself onto and thus infests the /genuine/ Art Community via numerous clever counterfeitings and sly subterfuges) "turns on her dark" forever, shall we? (One worthless hair from one care-less head; one foul little bargain I'll leave unsaid; one sweetlike small kiss, of the sort she won't miss, and another soul's lost to the dead...) I think my Third Nostril detects the faint bittersour schmell of Absent Gratitude wafting from her quarter... Might be Imagining Things, of course. One knows so little... Verify! Go see if you must, Gentle Reader. Then name it as you see it. Likely one returning (for to go there is to return here, ex post vomitus intellectum; it'll puke yer mind, make no mistake!) will agree: A genuine artist she likely could be one day if repaired and recalibrated in good time. But Art it ain't, not today anyhoo a-tall. Fiat lux! Posted by Reverend Pastor Charlene Mann (Ordained in the ULC, C of SubG, the CSH, and with 'way too many etceteras to list) and Middy-Boo too (whose desire for the Opposable Thumb grows daily). First Peoples' Church of the Forbidden Truth Gnostic - Ancient - Polymodal - Mostly Invisible Unless Mentioned... (A Global _Funny Hat Medicine Society_ affiliate.) --- "Back from the Dead. Not Stupid. Go Figure." "Planet Earth: A Hospital Planet for the Spiritually Insane." - Text of two Bumper Stickers from the Liberty Graphics artwork pool - |
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Having been made bigtime understandably sick at the heart by the sight
of it, LeeAnne reportfully wrote: The "artist" Nathalia Edenmont is at the moment exhibiting her "art" in a Swedish gallery called Wetterling (http://www.wetterlinggallery.com/). Nathalia Edenmont kills animals and then takes "beautiful" photographs of them. Nathalia Edenmont looks to be a psychically brutalized, pitiably damaged, soul-murdered product of the Soviet upheaval. This is no excuse for her flaunting of the damage; it does appear, however, that this maybe-better-off-than-most (yah roight) psychosociopath, who reportedly refers to the good Swedish citizens of her present-day host country as "cowardly", is essentially doing what all such Damaged Ones do: She is /showing/ people what was in essence /done to her/ in the absence of words adequate to the descriptive task at hand. (Lots of those sort in my US hometown, which is a Social Services City of Refuge; I know too many suchlike already. Easy to spot another, even all the way from here.) Ergo: Illegitimi non carborundum. Pre-inflatum, Google. Post-Google, calibratum. I Googled the phrase, "News Search" to find a comprehensive media link site. Kindly refer to the most recent news media article on the subject (much duplication planetwide per Murdochian polygamy) at http://www.in-sourced.com/article/ar...iew/1040/1/13/ for details. The gallery defends her taking the lives of mice, cats, rabbits all in the name of art. Please, if you can, send a letter of protest both to the gallery itself at: , or to the Swedish Ministry of Agriculture at: ?subject=Protest%20against%20Nathalia%20E denmont, or to the Swedish Embassy in your country. I rather suggest that missives directed to the Swedish Ministry of Agriculture, the Swedish Veterinary Society (sic?) and/or the Swedish Embassy on ones' home geo-turf would likely be /much/ better received on balance than /ad hominem/ attax on the Wetterling haus. Mr. Wetterling evidently finds the current terms of protest worthy of his scornful dismissiveness, little more. (See news article above.) Likely some folk might, um, /improve/ the terms, hm? Now, a warning to all animal fans and cat owners - do NOT go look at this following link if you are squeamish. The picture is not gory in the sense of blood and guts, however it is disturbing (cat head on top of vase, cat tail at bottom of vase) and I wanted to include the link to back up what I'm saying here. http://www.wetterlinggallery.com/arc...halia_main.htm All I can say is what a sick bitch. Yah. Sick is the word. Examining the Wetterling site, apart from the self-serving, weezil-wordud, hyper-sophisticated and /sub rosa/ excuseful /apologia/ made for the "corpus" of the exhibit (no pun actually intended, Friends!), I find one noteworthy Cause for Gratitude. To wit: There as yet exists no link to/from Rotten.com's filthfest and the Wetterling/Edenmont monstrosity. Um, let's not make mention to staffers at /either/ site of this little thing-that-is-not, hm? grin ;-) It appears to this particular Reverend Pastor that, not unlike numerous similar units of the ilk from Jack tha Ripper on thru Son o' Sam and beyond, this particular heavily-damaged and likely diagnosable (psychosociopathic as I reckon it) cabbage-or-something-in-a-human-suit has duly and truly sent forth a plain, unmistakeable "Cry for Help". Goodness knows, I sure did, 'way back years ago when /I/ was the Green & Sick One. And all that was done to /me/ was the imposition of an ably concerted and extensively sustained pack of Churchianity-authored and locally-tailored-to-suit outight lies re gender and its place in human affairs, the which was imposed upon YT for exactly as long as I was willing to submit to it. (I finally got over it all; that wonderful renegade rabbi from ~2000 years prior spoke the truth on the record re the healing power of Truth.) As for Ms. Edenmont: Back in Russia, they /murdered her family/. (Harder to get over, I wot.) Is it any particular wonder that she now confabulates the Brutal with the Honest? (Many others less damaged than she do that with no thought at all.) Those murdered critters are likely well on their way to re-embodiment by now, I daresay. The severed heads are aught but dead meat and bone with the fur left on today. Stenchful? Yah. Cruelty in the name of Art? Yah. She is being cruel, all right - toward us Genuine Human Beings (the which she likely herself actually was, pre-murdertime) who remain alive (unlike her murdered family, not that that is in any way, shape, or form a valid excuse for her revolting di$$play of Inner-Pain-exploitation) to torment /her/ with our envied/hated (Yup - split-headed contradictorial duality in there, gotcha!) positions (each of which is now an affront to her still-shrieking post-murder sensibilities) of egregiously enjoying happy lives of our very own - the Very Thing which was taken (as in raped) out from under her point-blank early on in her own current lifetime, by the available account. Potential Difference (hope not): Once having sent up one genuine prayer at my own crossroad-like cusp, I for one Grabbed On to what Came Next. (Thank You! whew!) Will Ms. Edenmont respond before God and Man alike in similar manner? Or will the prideful, shameful, fightful and blameful outlook with which she has double-double-whammied herself take the day - and the soul in the bargain? Hmmm. The given stimulus (her manifest cry) outright begs for a valid response (our Lawful and therefore compassionate prayers). Let us prepare the ground a wee bit to ease her passage into the Light, shall we? (She is not a toy. Gratuitous and ill-justified "magickal" malignities are no help here a-tall; she already HAS more of them thangs than she can hold; d'ya see her spill 'em for the able Mr. Wetterling and Company?) Fact: Almighty 1 True 1, AKA and dba "Eternal Creator" at all times, most certainly by now knows she Needs Nelp. No Siddhartha-esque "Total Illumination Now!" event is required, tho' she is certainly welcome to it once genuinely Ready. (Too soon and she'll blow a gasket fer shure. Brain-gasket replacements are difficult to acquire and even more challenging to install post-blow; kindly trust my good word on this point and forebear if possible along with the black-candled "Death Unto Mine Enemy" crowd, OK?) An honest Jungian shrink likely makes for a good start IMHO. (Better than being ambushed and beaten down to bloody pulp by Netful, catful alley thugs, or for that matter being psycho-drugged into the Twilight of Thorazined Submission by a Lightless Freudian as therapeutic protocols go, I daresay.) Think I'll spark a good clean 60-millimeter Clown Gun (suitably herb'd & oil'd; fresh from the corner /bodega/'s plenty-adequate /botanica/ stock) tonight on her behalf. It's Candle-Lighting Time. (A desk is an Altar; a pen is a Wand.) Um, where's my Holy Unfuqqing Oil, Middy-Boo? Ah. Thanks, Good Cat. Good strong orange paper (the best for this since a gating function is called for here) and good black ink for easy reading by all concerned. One humble-yet-righteous, directly phrased, tersely worded, and non-hateful Petition referencing the present posting and all that relates to its objective on Earth goes on the spot soon to be under the candle. (One drop of Holy Oil on each corner, no more is needed for that. Smells so good!) Now to oil and spark a tall jar of soft white wax with some string in it... There! The wired wick bends double and a limited-lifespan Portal of Flame appears! It's now (even as one reads) happily doing its thing on an altar-table where The Lithe Loving Lord Moxie Mousehole Midnight MousieMuncher (AKA and dba "Middy-Boo" at all times) won't knock it over in a fit of mischief. (Gotta love that beautiful bubbly bumbly black boy!) It /does/ appear that Ms. Edenmont herself is clearly unable to /pray well/ (or at all) at this time in her manifestly blighted life without a light 'n' loving touch of supportive and competent adult supervision. (The more the better, up to a rather large point, I daresay.) Let those who follow suit likewise do their Best. And thanks to all who join in this wee spot of Roadwork on her benighted behalf! Anger justifies every perpetrated outrage. It (the anger) then passes, though the effects of the perpetrated outrage likely live on. (History provides many examples of the genre.) This outrage, though, shall doubtless pass. IMHO, it certainly deserves to pass quickly. Let's turn on the Light, though, /en masse/ before the Nihilistic Deconstructionist/bokor contingent (which commonly maps itself onto and thus infests the /genuine/ Art Community via numerous clever counterfeitings and sly subterfuges) "turns on her dark" forever, shall we? (One worthless hair from one care-less head; one foul little bargain I'll leave unsaid; one sweetlike small kiss, of the sort she won't miss, and another soul's lost to the dead...) I think my Third Nostril detects the faint bittersour schmell of Absent Gratitude wafting from her quarter... Might be Imagining Things, of course. One knows so little... Verify! Go see if you must, Gentle Reader. Then name it as you see it. Likely one returning (for to go there is to return here, ex post vomitus intellectum; it'll puke yer mind, make no mistake!) will agree: A genuine artist she likely could be one day if repaired and recalibrated in good time. But Art it ain't, not today anyhoo a-tall. Fiat lux! Posted by Reverend Pastor Charlene Mann (Ordained in the ULC, C of SubG, the CSH, and with 'way too many etceteras to list) and Middy-Boo too (whose desire for the Opposable Thumb grows daily). First Peoples' Church of the Forbidden Truth Gnostic - Ancient - Polymodal - Mostly Invisible Unless Mentioned... (A Global _Funny Hat Medicine Society_ affiliate.) --- "Back from the Dead. Not Stupid. Go Figure." "Planet Earth: A Hospital Planet for the Spiritually Insane." - Text of two Bumper Stickers from the Liberty Graphics artwork pool - |
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"When animals are killed for purposes of public entertainment, a
veterinarian has to be present to ensure that the animal doesn't suffer. (Edenmont) has used a large number of animals," he told AFP. Shouldn't it read like this: "When animals are killed for purposed of public entertainment, police has to be present to arrest the perpetrator sparing the lives of the animals at that time." Charlene Mann wrote in message .. . Having been made bigtime understandably sick at the heart by the sight of it, LeeAnne reportfully wrote: The "artist" Nathalia Edenmont is at the moment exhibiting her "art" in a Swedish gallery called Wetterling (http://www.wetterlinggallery.com/). Nathalia Edenmont kills animals and then takes "beautiful" photographs of them. Nathalia Edenmont looks to be a psychically brutalized, pitiably damaged, soul-murdered product of the Soviet upheaval. This is no excuse for her flaunting of the damage; it does appear, however, that this maybe-better-off-than-most (yah roight) psychosociopath, who reportedly refers to the good Swedish citizens of her present-day host country as "cowardly", is essentially doing what all such Damaged Ones do: She is /showing/ people what was in essence /done to her/ in the absence of words adequate to the descriptive task at hand. (Lots of those sort in my US hometown, which is a Social Services City of Refuge; I know too many suchlike already. Easy to spot another, even all the way from here.) Ergo: Illegitimi non carborundum. Pre-inflatum, Google. Post-Google, calibratum. I Googled the phrase, "News Search" to find a comprehensive media link site. Kindly refer to the most recent news media article on the subject (much duplication planetwide per Murdochian polygamy) at http://www.in-sourced.com/article/ar...iew/1040/1/13/ for details. The gallery defends her taking the lives of mice, cats, rabbits all in the name of art. Please, if you can, send a letter of protest both to the gallery itself at: , or to the Swedish Ministry of Agriculture at: ?subject=Protest%20against%20Nathalia%20E denmont, or to the Swedish Embassy in your country. I rather suggest that missives directed to the Swedish Ministry of Agriculture, the Swedish Veterinary Society (sic?) and/or the Swedish Embassy on ones' home geo-turf would likely be /much/ better received on balance than /ad hominem/ attax on the Wetterling haus. Mr. Wetterling evidently finds the current terms of protest worthy of his scornful dismissiveness, little more. (See news article above.) Likely some folk might, um, /improve/ the terms, hm? Now, a warning to all animal fans and cat owners - do NOT go look at this following link if you are squeamish. The picture is not gory in the sense of blood and guts, however it is disturbing (cat head on top of vase, cat tail at bottom of vase) and I wanted to include the link to back up what I'm saying here. http://www.wetterlinggallery.com/arc...halia_main.htm All I can say is what a sick bitch. Yah. Sick is the word. Examining the Wetterling site, apart from the self-serving, weezil-wordud, hyper-sophisticated and /sub rosa/ excuseful /apologia/ made for the "corpus" of the exhibit (no pun actually intended, Friends!), I find one noteworthy Cause for Gratitude. To wit: There as yet exists no link to/from Rotten.com's filthfest and the Wetterling/Edenmont monstrosity. Um, let's not make mention to staffers at /either/ site of this little thing-that-is-not, hm? grin ;-) It appears to this particular Reverend Pastor that, not unlike numerous similar units of the ilk from Jack tha Ripper on thru Son o' Sam and beyond, this particular heavily-damaged and likely diagnosable (psychosociopathic as I reckon it) cabbage-or-something-in-a-human-suit has duly and truly sent forth a plain, unmistakeable "Cry for Help". Goodness knows, I sure did, 'way back years ago when /I/ was the Green & Sick One. And all that was done to /me/ was the imposition of an ably concerted and extensively sustained pack of Churchianity-authored and locally-tailored-to-suit outight lies re gender and its place in human affairs, the which was imposed upon YT for exactly as long as I was willing to submit to it. (I finally got over it all; that wonderful renegade rabbi from ~2000 years prior spoke the truth on the record re the healing power of Truth.) As for Ms. Edenmont: Back in Russia, they /murdered her family/. (Harder to get over, I wot.) Is it any particular wonder that she now confabulates the Brutal with the Honest? (Many others less damaged than she do that with no thought at all.) Those murdered critters are likely well on their way to re-embodiment by now, I daresay. The severed heads are aught but dead meat and bone with the fur left on today. Stenchful? Yah. Cruelty in the name of Art? Yah. She is being cruel, all right - toward us Genuine Human Beings (the which she likely herself actually was, pre-murdertime) who remain alive (unlike her murdered family, not that that is in any way, shape, or form a valid excuse for her revolting di$$play of Inner-Pain-exploitation) to torment /her/ with our envied/hated (Yup - split-headed contradictorial duality in there, gotcha!) positions (each of which is now an affront to her still-shrieking post-murder sensibilities) of egregiously enjoying happy lives of our very own - the Very Thing which was taken (as in raped) out from under her point-blank early on in her own current lifetime, by the available account. Potential Difference (hope not): Once having sent up one genuine prayer at my own crossroad-like cusp, I for one Grabbed On to what Came Next. (Thank You! whew!) Will Ms. Edenmont respond before God and Man alike in similar manner? Or will the prideful, shameful, fightful and blameful outlook with which she has double-double-whammied herself take the day - and the soul in the bargain? Hmmm. The given stimulus (her manifest cry) outright begs for a valid response (our Lawful and therefore compassionate prayers). Let us prepare the ground a wee bit to ease her passage into the Light, shall we? (She is not a toy. Gratuitous and ill-justified "magickal" malignities are no help here a-tall; she already HAS more of them thangs than she can hold; d'ya see her spill 'em for the able Mr. Wetterling and Company?) Fact: Almighty 1 True 1, AKA and dba "Eternal Creator" at all times, most certainly by now knows she Needs Nelp. No Siddhartha-esque "Total Illumination Now!" event is required, tho' she is certainly welcome to it once genuinely Ready. (Too soon and she'll blow a gasket fer shure. Brain-gasket replacements are difficult to acquire and even more challenging to install post-blow; kindly trust my good word on this point and forebear if possible along with the black-candled "Death Unto Mine Enemy" crowd, OK?) An honest Jungian shrink likely makes for a good start IMHO. (Better than being ambushed and beaten down to bloody pulp by Netful, catful alley thugs, or for that matter being psycho-drugged into the Twilight of Thorazined Submission by a Lightless Freudian as therapeutic protocols go, I daresay.) Think I'll spark a good clean 60-millimeter Clown Gun (suitably herb'd & oil'd; fresh from the corner /bodega/'s plenty-adequate /botanica/ stock) tonight on her behalf. It's Candle-Lighting Time. (A desk is an Altar; a pen is a Wand.) Um, where's my Holy Unfuqqing Oil, Middy-Boo? Ah. Thanks, Good Cat. Good strong orange paper (the best for this since a gating function is called for here) and good black ink for easy reading by all concerned. One humble-yet-righteous, directly phrased, tersely worded, and non-hateful Petition referencing the present posting and all that relates to its objective on Earth goes on the spot soon to be under the candle. (One drop of Holy Oil on each corner, no more is needed for that. Smells so good!) Now to oil and spark a tall jar of soft white wax with some string in it... There! The wired wick bends double and a limited-lifespan Portal of Flame appears! It's now (even as one reads) happily doing its thing on an altar-table where The Lithe Loving Lord Moxie Mousehole Midnight MousieMuncher (AKA and dba "Middy-Boo" at all times) won't knock it over in a fit of mischief. (Gotta love that beautiful bubbly bumbly black boy!) It /does/ appear that Ms. Edenmont herself is clearly unable to /pray well/ (or at all) at this time in her manifestly blighted life without a light 'n' loving touch of supportive and competent adult supervision. (The more the better, up to a rather large point, I daresay.) Let those who follow suit likewise do their Best. And thanks to all who join in this wee spot of Roadwork on her benighted behalf! Anger justifies every perpetrated outrage. It (the anger) then passes, though the effects of the perpetrated outrage likely live on. (History provides many examples of the genre.) This outrage, though, shall doubtless pass. IMHO, it certainly deserves to pass quickly. Let's turn on the Light, though, /en masse/ before the Nihilistic Deconstructionist/bokor contingent (which commonly maps itself onto and thus infests the /genuine/ Art Community via numerous clever counterfeitings and sly subterfuges) "turns on her dark" forever, shall we? (One worthless hair from one care-less head; one foul little bargain I'll leave unsaid; one sweetlike small kiss, of the sort she won't miss, and another soul's lost to the dead...) I think my Third Nostril detects the faint bittersour schmell of Absent Gratitude wafting from her quarter... Might be Imagining Things, of course. One knows so little... Verify! Go see if you must, Gentle Reader. Then name it as you see it. Likely one returning (for to go there is to return here, ex post vomitus intellectum; it'll puke yer mind, make no mistake!) will agree: A genuine artist she likely could be one day if repaired and recalibrated in good time. But Art it ain't, not today anyhoo a-tall. Fiat lux! Posted by Reverend Pastor Charlene Mann (Ordained in the ULC, C of SubG, the CSH, and with 'way too many etceteras to list) and Middy-Boo too (whose desire for the Opposable Thumb grows daily). First Peoples' Church of the Forbidden Truth Gnostic - Ancient - Polymodal - Mostly Invisible Unless Mentioned... (A Global _Funny Hat Medicine Society_ affiliate.) --- "Back from the Dead. Not Stupid. Go Figure." "Planet Earth: A Hospital Planet for the Spiritually Insane." - Text of two Bumper Stickers from the Liberty Graphics artwork pool - |
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