These posts explore the themes developed in my monograph, Narcisso-Fascism, which is itself a real-world test of the central concepts of the Biocognitive Model of Mind for psychiatry.
Dr Nial McLaren I respect your opinions, for me countries are fake so are governments and they always were! Not discussing there is more than one power behind but it seems they do not fully agree on what is next for humanity, those powers not seem to reflect "countries" as we have been taught, nevertheless you have a special way to express yourself wether in psychiatry in sociology or politics that makes me laugh, that helps to continue walking it does not matter how black they are trying to put it to us, a big hug 😎🤗♥️
Know thy classics! I am somewhat surprised at the outrage triggered by the current addle minded "Potus" theatricals. Without going back to Suetone's "Life of the Cesars", of which the current emperor, without clothes, au naturel, is a good avatar, pot-pourri maybe a better term, of Tiberius, Caligula, Claudius & Tiberius, all more degenerate and repulsive than their predecessors, a vertiginous descent into the bottom, the morass, or to stay current, an Epsteinian/Weinstanian "more ass" paradigm. This is, after all, just a repeat performance, an umpteenth real life(?) remake of a well known and somewhat tattered Hollywoodian playbook. UBU Roi by Alfred Jarry (1896), Arturo Ui, by the great Brecht (1941) and who can forget the genial Globe scene by Chaplin in the Dictator (1940)...et j'en passe! All so d'actualité. Nothing new under the sun. A NYC real estate mobster, pedophiliac, most likely incestuous too, gets caught with his pants down, à la Clinton, and to distract unwanted attention from his écarts de conduite, starts bombing the world at large, a slight variation on the Brazilian butterfly flapping its wings in the jungle and in the process we all risk annihilation. What is so hilarious, if it were not so tragic at the same time, is the supporting cast. Marx had it absolutely right on the farce aspect. Whenever the creature from the swamp of turpitudes eructs the slightest borborygme, the supporting chorus seems to be wafting on a cloud 9 of methink gas. In the spirit of the times, I propose to nominate this supremo con artist to a Maggoty Oscar-cum laude. Furthermore America, including the Gulf of America, should, with immediate effect, be renamed AmeRICO (in line with the prescient Racketeering Influenced & Corrupt Organization act of 1970), and more consonant with the original discoverer Amerigo Vespucci, Amerigogo anyone?, and the newly baptized Dept. of War. Thank you for your attention to this matter.
Like a Great Oak with its roots deep in the earth, and its leaves turned to convert sunlight into oxygen, throwing acorns of truth that also bury deep.
For me Niall it is Frank Herbert, Robert Anton Wilson, Robert Pirsig, PKD, and even, in his own unorthodox way, Crowley. But people of as clear vision exist today too, buried in the chatter, and I think you are one such.
Dr Nial McLaren I respect your opinions, for me countries are fake so are governments and they always were! Not discussing there is more than one power behind but it seems they do not fully agree on what is next for humanity, those powers not seem to reflect "countries" as we have been taught, nevertheless you have a special way to express yourself wether in psychiatry in sociology or politics that makes me laugh, that helps to continue walking it does not matter how black they are trying to put it to us, a big hug 😎🤗♥️
Know thy classics! I am somewhat surprised at the outrage triggered by the current addle minded "Potus" theatricals. Without going back to Suetone's "Life of the Cesars", of which the current emperor, without clothes, au naturel, is a good avatar, pot-pourri maybe a better term, of Tiberius, Caligula, Claudius & Tiberius, all more degenerate and repulsive than their predecessors, a vertiginous descent into the bottom, the morass, or to stay current, an Epsteinian/Weinstanian "more ass" paradigm. This is, after all, just a repeat performance, an umpteenth real life(?) remake of a well known and somewhat tattered Hollywoodian playbook. UBU Roi by Alfred Jarry (1896), Arturo Ui, by the great Brecht (1941) and who can forget the genial Globe scene by Chaplin in the Dictator (1940)...et j'en passe! All so d'actualité. Nothing new under the sun. A NYC real estate mobster, pedophiliac, most likely incestuous too, gets caught with his pants down, à la Clinton, and to distract unwanted attention from his écarts de conduite, starts bombing the world at large, a slight variation on the Brazilian butterfly flapping its wings in the jungle and in the process we all risk annihilation. What is so hilarious, if it were not so tragic at the same time, is the supporting cast. Marx had it absolutely right on the farce aspect. Whenever the creature from the swamp of turpitudes eructs the slightest borborygme, the supporting chorus seems to be wafting on a cloud 9 of methink gas. In the spirit of the times, I propose to nominate this supremo con artist to a Maggoty Oscar-cum laude. Furthermore America, including the Gulf of America, should, with immediate effect, be renamed AmeRICO (in line with the prescient Racketeering Influenced & Corrupt Organization act of 1970), and more consonant with the original discoverer Amerigo Vespucci, Amerigogo anyone?, and the newly baptized Dept. of War. Thank you for your attention to this matter.
He makes Monty Python look sober and considered.
Like a Great Oak with its roots deep in the earth, and its leaves turned to convert sunlight into oxygen, throwing acorns of truth that also bury deep.
I am fortunate to be so surrounded by giants.
Newton: "If I have seen further than others, it is because I have stood upon the shoulders of giants."
The giants I acknowledge are Rene Descartes, Alan Turing and Claude Shannon but there are others in the crowd.
For me Niall it is Frank Herbert, Robert Anton Wilson, Robert Pirsig, PKD, and even, in his own unorthodox way, Crowley. But people of as clear vision exist today too, buried in the chatter, and I think you are one such.
Thank you for sharing, and for just BEing.