Isn't it strange what questions occur, when one is interested in everything, which is Omnium?
And do I need (to?) say that I should not ask following questions, if I were not convinced they are being asked for common purpose?
a) What has the Council of European Jaamat
in common with
the Criminal Records Bureau?
b) What common purpose let the the Criminal Records Bureau decide to award 32.000 pounds of its "challenge fund" to an organisation calling itself Common Purpose, and what was the quid pro pro?
c) What is the criminal record of Common Purpose?
Sunday, October 28, 2007
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Le petit verbicide
A certain Professor Le Grand seems to have very special ideas how to change so-called health habits of Her Majesty's subjects, of course on behalf of common purpose.
By the way, Mr Grand would call his (?) proposals "libertarian paternalism".
That is why le petit verbicide landed well-deserved in the devil's kitchen.
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Dark matter happens
:)
Seems I decided in favour of the title heading my latest post, because my (sub-) conscience felt/knew that I should not waste a title as to be found above now, in order to just satisfy my sometimes strange sense of humour.
Indeed, and seriously, dear readers:
Dark matter happens
As to be seen above: Turkish readers visiting my blog are obviously not supposed to see my "visible" support for freedom of speech in their country.
Would you call this democracy, Mr. Gül?
Or would you call censorship an act of "libertarian paternalism", ordered
Thursday, October 18, 2007
Shit happens
Wanderer, if you come to Harran, beware of your peristalsis.
Short Postskriptum:
Dear readers,
to find the four letter word in the title above, undoubtedly will have irritated your eyes, as you would not expect such a word when visiting this blog.
Let me, therefore, try to explain what let me feel the urgent need to confront you with an aprosdoketon of this kind.
Originally, of course, I pondered about headlines such as
Modern twin town of Gotham and Schilda found(ed) in Turkey
or
Yippie yippie yooh: Turkey ripe for the EU
or
A (septic) tank is not a tank is not a tank . . .
[if you don't believe me, ask General Büyükanit]
Considering - for various reasons, which to elucidate would take too long - all these headlines too long, I went on rummaging all shelves and drawers in the delivering room of my thoughts, when suddenly the poison cupboard fell open.
Probably my fault, as I suppose I did not lock it properly when lodging the latest word I had found when visiting . . . ah, I should rather not tell.
Anyway, what a mess. Fortunately, not all words had dropped out; still, more than you would find in the Devil's Kitchen, and therefore it took me quite a while to put them all back.
Ah well, as you have come to know and appreciate I am not a man of many words and thus far from being blithering, chatty, gabby, garrulous, gossipy, loquacious and so on, to meet your expectations I shall cut this long story roundly short, and - the more as I am convinced that brevity is the soul of the wit - immediately come to the essential inheritent interior essence which is hidden in the root of the kernel of everything:
Yes, for about half an hour, or so, I contemplated following alternative.
Dark matter happens
But this would have been the more irritating, wouldn't it?
And, after all: Shit is part of Omnium, isn't it? :)
Short Postskriptum:
Dear readers,
to find the four letter word in the title above, undoubtedly will have irritated your eyes, as you would not expect such a word when visiting this blog.
Let me, therefore, try to explain what let me feel the urgent need to confront you with an aprosdoketon of this kind.
Originally, of course, I pondered about headlines such as
Modern twin town of Gotham and Schilda found(ed) in Turkey
or
Yippie yippie yooh: Turkey ripe for the EU
or
A (septic) tank is not a tank is not a tank . . .
[if you don't believe me, ask General Büyükanit]
Considering - for various reasons, which to elucidate would take too long - all these headlines too long, I went on rummaging all shelves and drawers in the delivering room of my thoughts, when suddenly the poison cupboard fell open.
Probably my fault, as I suppose I did not lock it properly when lodging the latest word I had found when visiting . . . ah, I should rather not tell.
Anyway, what a mess. Fortunately, not all words had dropped out; still, more than you would find in the Devil's Kitchen, and therefore it took me quite a while to put them all back.
Ah well, as you have come to know and appreciate I am not a man of many words and thus far from being blithering, chatty, gabby, garrulous, gossipy, loquacious and so on, to meet your expectations I shall cut this long story roundly short, and - the more as I am convinced that brevity is the soul of the wit - immediately come to the essential inheritent interior essence which is hidden in the root of the kernel of everything:
Yes, for about half an hour, or so, I contemplated following alternative.
Dark matter happens
But this would have been the more irritating, wouldn't it?
And, after all: Shit is part of Omnium, isn't it? :)
Monday, October 15, 2007
My conviction
And oftentimes, to win us to our harm,
The instruments of darkness tell us truths,
Win us with honest trifles, to betray’s
In deepest consequence
Oft, uns in Elend zu verlocken,
Erzählen Wahrheit uns des Dunkels Schergen,
Gewinnen uns durch ehrlich Spiel im Kleinen,
Um uns in größten Dingen zu verraten.
[Banquo in McBeth, 1., 3.]
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