Ricki-Ticki Timebomb

Reality: The ordered living universe - a tiny fleck of algae-like scum floating on the surface of an infinite sea of chaos. But there's something dangerous swimming around down there and it's going to eat you. It is the truth. That there is no truth.

What I've tried to do there is reduce an entire scientific-philosophical perspective into the summary on the back of paperback thriller. That's kind of what's going on here. It's like the ultimate Dan Brown style conspiracy thriller with pagan puppet-masters from ancient times competing for planetry dominance while the underground progressive forces spread the message of freedom and co-operation for all lifekind. There's sinister monoliths and a radical outsider film-maker. There's an psychopathic King who's consciousness is loose in the world-wide web and a mysterious pink messiah who may not even exist. There's dragons and Opossums and Afghans and cowboys. I'm even hoping to shoe-horn Johnny-5 in somewhere.

And now there's the talking Mongoose. Now I know I promised the full Buddle transcript last time but naturally since I've boasted about having this thing, the internet-dwelling God-King cyberpet Kanishka has hacked his way onto my hard-drive and deleted all copies of it. At least that's what I presume has happened. He's also deleted half of Aztec Camera's greatest hits, the furry little bastard.

I was well prepared for this eventuality so took the precaution of making several external copies. You will see this amazing revalation I swear on my Rabbit's grave! It's not like I've got to write the damn thing from scratch. That would be unbelievably pointless and stupid. Like believing in intelligent design. Hope you came! I still think my Mongoose is more believable than your nutcase creator-deity.

More likely than not he never took the challenge so it's just me reading this. helllooooo! You're the greatest! I've lost his link (Kanishka again) but here's a much better one from the inspirational Butterfly McQueen. Can you feel her rising?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZkUDjcXqyow

Or go and read about actual real Mongooses. Or is that Mongeese?

http://mainlymongoose.blogspot.com/

Sorry about all the big gaps. I've tried removing them but on 'publishing' they just come back. Why?

Fuck you, Humanity!

On such a day as this where there are dramatic things afoot, you can forgive the mass-media for concentrating on a mass-murderer and ignoring the really interesting story of the day. I tried to tell the world but no-one wanted to know as usual so here it is on the blog with everything else of importance to the future of our species and its role in the perpetuation of terrestrial lifekind. Maybe I'll talk a little about this dead fool and the chaos he conspired to create but only when I've finished with the grown-up stuff, ok?

This important development is, of course, the leak of the so-called 'Buddle' transcript by an anonymous person (maybe part of the anonymous network?) to myself following my last confusing and somewhat disappointing blog entry. I am unable to verify the authenticity of the document as, alas, all I possess is a pdf of a photocopy of Rev. Buddle's own transcription of the
short-hand notes he took during his interview of Gef the talking Mongoose in 1936.

In my next blog entry I'll reproduce the entire interview as it makes fascinating and very disturbing reading. Although he never went public with Gef's revelations, Reverent Buddle himself died a mysterious death only a few months later in a suspicious hang-gliding accident and almost all records of him, his visit to the Isle of Man and his bizarre death have been expunged from all public sources whereas his friend and confidant Harold Davidson, the former Vicar of Stiffkey, had become a notorious celebrity and his death in 1937, (mauled by a lion) is a story well-known to all even if it has been obscured with a layer of sleaze.

The story Gef tells of his own remarkable life is incredible but also incredibly sad. He reveals that he is a mere Mongoose, even if a freakishly super-intelligent one and that there are intelligences in play on Earth that dwarf his own and have kept him captive for most of his life. Whilst coming across as a little bad-tempered and impatient with the Rev, he also reveals a a keen sense of humour as shown by his closing remarks :

" Finally I'd like to say, not to you Reverend but to all of your kind - Fuck You humanity! You're all fools. I hope the next war kills the lot of you and my people get a go at ruling this planet. You're the shit of the world and you think you're the cat's cream! Still, that thing you do with those Motorcycles, keep doing that! I love watching that, you crazy apes! Hee hee! Anyway it's been very nice but I must stop now Reverend as my voice is getting tired. Goodbye now! Take care"