Swedish House Mafia ft. Niki & The Dove - Lioness

Ewan McVicar - Abrasive Route

My first full time PAYE job was a laboratory technician producing specialist polymers for a contact lense manufacturing plant. Radio 1 was piped into most corners, and at 18 or 19 it was ok but when I look back, the DJs were self serving and indulging themselves.

 

They liked music but it always felt like they were more important than the product. Not any more though. I listen to a lot of Audio; music, podcasts, more female academics than males but the easiest smorgasbord to pick from, depending on my mood which is driven by the time of day or night, is mostly Radio 1, 1D, 1R and 1X but Radio 3 and 4 are faves too, usually R3 is for when I drive. Before BBC Sounds I was smoking it on Samurai FM, Audio Scrobbler, Last.FM and now Youtube is great for hunting down tracks heard in R!D and of course the dance edits are mind blowing.

 

The thing I love most about the Radio 1 spectrum on Sounds, is I'm sorta into pop music for the first time in decades but what makes it a canyon leap from the old days are the DJs who are of course young (except one who really needs to lay off the adrenochrome with 'make some noise', you're my age mush, make some noise about Julian Assange). Anyway, sorry about that because the focus I want to share is how unbelievably passionate about the music the presenters/producers/djs are now. 

They absolutely love love love music and that's infectious so I pick up on this or that track and we're on the same wavelength. It's great and it's also a lot more different than you think I'm trying to convey so I'll leave y'all with the quotes and if I'm lucky I'll come back in five years and point out what I was trying to say without sending people insane.

 

It's not for everyone but the future is mind blowingly different and so it should be. 

 

Eliza Rose - Take You There

Savings & Loans

 A long forgotten 80s financial scandal in the US, I researched a decade or so ago is too arcane to be mentioned by anybody, except perhaps Katherine Austin Fitts, who has the sort of macroeconomic experience & expertise to know.

All these years later UNLIMITED HANGOUT is refreshing our memories of the Savings & Loans affair back in the Eighties with Pension-Fund Pick-Pocket and Mossad triple agent Robert Maxwell father of Ghislaine, her ugly sisters and the fraudulent sons. I crossed ones path as he bowled out of the Old Bailey around June 92 (Mintpress). He bounded down the steps and couldn't wait to GTF out of there.

 Ian and Kevin Maxwell's father Captain Bob are like Heinz Kissinger who the allies also picked up, along with other Nazis notables like George Soros, Werner von Braun, Dr Green (real name Mengele), and so forth.

 Robert Maxwell’s reputation was tainted after his drowning, when it was discovered that he had looted six million Daily Mirror retirees, past present and future, of their highly remunerated (due to strong unions) pension fund to prop up his debt-ridden business empire. In contrast, George H. W. Bush is remembered for his public service. 

 He is not remembered for his oil business Zapata and many other oilier and darker business endeavours.

 Maxwell is now violently decomposed and buried on the most sacred ground in the Holy Land. The Mount of Olives in Israel. The official story (including Ghislaine's version) is a preposterous tale that he took a piss in the wee hours off the back of his Khashoggi Super Yacht, and whoever pushed his head under the water till he was dead had extraordinarily good timing to turn up just as his warm urine was diluting the Atlantic Ocean.

 I wasn't there but how many nights did they wait for him to be alone? Were they waiting clad in black clothes and ski masks in their military grade dinghy till he serendipitously turned up?

 How did they pass the minutes, hours and nights waiting for their chance? 

Candy Crush or fishing?

This post is dedicated to Blue Doran who walked like Ian Maxwell in crowded foreign capitals and people parted to let him through. It was a sight to behold and as I've previously shared, he was a dangerous man.

More Hollywood/Pentagon Pre-Programming?

Yawn. Another Hollywood programme-your-mind flick to force you to believe any non terrestrial life is going to steal your babies and eat your liver with a nice Chianti and fava beans. It will work for the corn syrup brainwashed masses of course because they fail to question the logic of why didn't the technologically advanced aliens do it a thousand years ago.

The universe is a big place.

Naturally they also have those project Bluebeam/SKUNKWORKS visual effects to hoodwink the people into thinking good is bad and bad is good but we're just going to have let the chips fall where may, and make some judgements knowing that the Pentagon and Hollywood have demonised Nazis, Commies and Muslims in that order to get their way and that word has already leaked that the next round is an alien invasion - Do they know something we don't?

Anyway, should that happen, expect me to side with the wicked aliens just in case the chance to take some chunks out of the military industrial complex avails itself.

Train Drivers To Auschwitz

Those of you who cheered on the Royal Wedding will be silent about the treatment that Charlie Veitch received. You cried when Princess Diana was murdered but resumed buying your tabloid newspapers after you had indulged your Cadbury sponsored sentimental moments. The one that is paid for by returning back to the hamster wheel of cashola. 

Well is that a crime?

I'll tell you what it is. It's the psychographic profile of those who did as they were told when driving trains to Auchswitz or remained silent as neighbours were led away. You are responsible for your inaction as well as your action.

Keeping up with the Joneses

For Amber.