Monday, March 2, 2015

For the mask you have selected
Stands for Chaos or for Law

What is the purpose of a disguise?
To conceal one's identity, Socrates.

So if the possessor of an enticingly high forehead should seek anonymity -- in some hypothetical hemlock-related situation -- his best costume would be one that conceals the forehead by which he is recognised?
So it would seem, Smut Socrates.

Saturday, February 28, 2015

Gimp Masks of the Illuminati


Alternative title:

Owned by the Baron And he's got the cure
A drug by the name of World Without End

At grave personal risk of slow service at the Old Entomologist if we incur the displeasure of chief barmaid Evangeline van Holsterin, we have repeatedly warned other laboratories against buying cheap supplies from her vile nephew Throgmorton, even or especially if they "fell off the back of an ambulance". Did anyone heed our warnings? DID THEY BOGROLL. Now we read this:
Investigators from MHRA carried out an unannounced inspection of a production site in Milton, Cambridgeshire, after the medicines regulator in Guernsey raised concerns in relation to the product. The blood plasma starting material being used to make this drug stated “Not to be administered to humans or used in any drug products”. It was concluded that the production site does not meet Good Manufacturing Practice (GMP) standards and there are concerns over the sterility of the medicine being produced and the equipment being used. There are concerns that the product may be contaminated.
These products may pose a significant risk to people’s health. Not only were the manufacturing conditions unacceptable but the originating material was not suitable for human use. GcMAF products labelled as ‘First Immune’ are not licensed medicines and have not been tested for quality, safety or effectiveness...
The story was also reported at Cambridge-News, a newspaper with a small enough and sufficiently selective readership that the easiest way for its journalists to describe a location is by triangulation from the nearest pub.

Having learned from bitter experience not to put Open Mike in charge of the nutrient fluids of the Vatgrown Godmeat facility, we can relate to the concerns that the laboratory head is primarily qualified in brewing. I for one will not be drinking his home-brew.*

But we seem to have buried the lede here, as sometimes happens at Riddled (we honestly believed that it was dead already!). The lede being David Noakes, Euro-truther, also CEO of Guernsey-based company Immuno Biotech and distributor of GcMAF, Wonder Cancer-Curing Drug that Doctors Don't Want You to Know About.

David Noakes is not so much an "EU-skeptic" as a "UK-skeptic", or even a UK-denialist. He dwells on Guernsey for tax reasons in preference to the UK which "ceased to exist in 2009"


Noakes has a Scrabbled political career, which is like a chequered career, only more colourful. In 2007 he was condemning the entire UK Independence Party (UKIP) as corrupt, and infiltrated, and (like the other parties) just another mask of the Illuminati,. He had previously stood in the 2005 UK Election as a candidate for the UKIP, and in 2006 he springboarded from his triumphant loss to contest the UKIP leadership, so quite likely he knows whereof he speaks. Erstwhile colleagues farewelled him in valedictory tones. As any fule kno, "Swivel-eyed" has long been a term of endearment in English political rhetoric, ever since the viking depredations of Sigurd the Swivel-Eyed and his sons Ragnar the Wall-Eyed and Thorkel the Totally Troll-Eyed. I am not sure how "mad as a box of frogs" acquired its affectionate connotations.

Anyway, at the Riddled Research Institute and Mad Scientist Anti-Defamation League we are more interested in Noakes' parallel career in oncology. Originally he was distributing sodium dichloroacetate a.k.a. DCA as the previous Wonder Cancer-Curing Drug that Doctors Don't Want You to Know About, but he switched over to GcMAF around 2010.

Immuno Biotech has a number of online outlets of the form 'www.GcMAF.XX' in some European and Asian countries and 'www.firstimmune.XX' in others, not to mention 'www.immunocentre.XX'. More recently they have opened a version for pet illnesses, which is good news if your pet peef is unwell.**
Blind eyes, turned
There is a growing literature of good reports for GcMAF, many of them squeezed out through pay-to-print mockademic journals where the editors turn a swivelled blind eye to questions of "conflicts of interest". One series of papers has become a recurring feature at Retraction Watch, owing to the author's inability to demonstrate that his experimental subjects actually exist.***

You will be shocked to learn that there are unscrupulous people coasting on the hard graft of Immuno Biotech and purveying "second-generation GcMAF". Noakes does not rate for the dubious Saisei-Mirai material -- it is expensive, of questionable provenance, and has not undergone proper checks for safety or efficacy. The Saisei-Mirai clinic is run by one Dr Inui, author of most of the papers on GcMAF which weren't written by Yamamoto or Noakes or Ruggiero. There was also the Dutch / Belgian Bio Group Laboratories Initiative, who stopped deliveries a few years ago while switching from a website to Facebook. Noakes did vouch for Jim Tassano as the other producer of reputable and non-competing GcMAF, but Tassano -- another one-time DCA distributor, and pesticide salesman by day -- has fallen silent, suppressed by the Illuminati FDA.
The National Westminster Bank succumbed last year to pressure from their Illuminati masters and announced that they no longer wanted to handle Noakes' accounts, on the specious grounds that they are based in the UK, a country which no longer exists. On the other hand, Noakes would be a welcome addition to Riddled Research Laboratory. Meanwhile his colleague Ruggiero has just co-published with bleach-enema impresario Jim Humble, while CFS-grifter Judy Mikowits has jumped aboard the FAILwagon. With friends like that, who needs the NatWest, or the Medicine and Healthcare products Regulatory Agency, or the Guernsey press?
Thx Jeffrey Beall, Retraction Watch, anonymous informant
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* A few summers ago I was wandering around London at the time of a soccer World Cup, and all the sports bars had signs in the window advertising "Large Plasma Inside". So I would slouch in and ask for a large plasma, but the bar staff would look askance and become uncooperative.

** There are precedents in the earlier enthusiasm for DCA.
a man named Jim Tassano decided that he would sell “pet DCA” to treat cancer in pets. Tassano fooled no one, of course; people were not buying DCA to treat their dogs. His real purpose was to take advantage of desperate cancer patients, some of whom flocked to his BuyDCA.com website to purchase what he claimed to be pharmaceutical grade DCA
*** Yamamoto works through the Socrates Institute for Therapeutic Immunology, whose tax records show it to spend $$$ on reporting research results through publications and conferences but none on performing the research.

Sunday, February 22, 2015

The day is OK and the sun can be fun
But I live to see those rays slip away

I was up late last night reading this paper from the Journal of Human Biodiversity Eysenck Newsletter, sent by a friend. It earned the 2014 Ignobel Prize in Psychology:

[Thx Galina]
I had always regarded noctural habits as a perfectly rational response to the painful hostility of those times of day when the shouty white fireball is above the horizon. But if the authors are to be believed, nocturnality is a symptom of a slight flaw in one's character... or rather, a sign of the adaptive combination of psychopathic tendencies, narcissistic self-regard, and Machiavellian manipulation.
With this flexibility, some humans may find it adaptive to occupy this under exploited niche for their adaptive goals. We contend the Dark Triad traits may represent a specialized adaptation for night-time living.
They carry on as if the night people are a whole nother species, using the perceptual superiority of their light-gathering tarsier eyes and their greater evening alertness to prey upon the day people, as the latter grow vulnerable in the dying of the light and the waning of concentration.
One manner by which these traits might be adaptive is by predisposing individuals to exploit the night-time niche. With fewer people awake, the lessened light, and the diminished cognitive processing of those with morning disposition, enacting a ‘cheater strategy’ (Jonason & Webster, 2012; Mealey, 1995) might be easier at night
Several parts of the argument are missing. It would be nice to have evidence that 'chronotypy' is actually hereditable; without this assumption, the evolution of a predatory nocturnal subspecies is not gonna happen. It would also be nice to have reliable self-report questionnaires for psychopathy, narcissism and Machiavellianism, rather than half-century-old relics like the MACH-IV.
Attitudes towards medically-assisted
suicide might have meant something
in 1970 but are now merely quaint
Also, you say "Machiavellian manipulation of others", I say "helping them to see their true selves and destinies".

Perhaps "Number of Self-Citations" could be used as an operational index of Narcissism. There were too many for mention of the prior work of Peter Watts of FizerPharm.

My main concern, anyway, is that "self-regard" is difficult (or so I hear) when you cannot see your reflection in a mirror.

It is aslo disappointing that the third author, Dr Minna Lyons, did not change her surname to Harker for purposes of publication.

The buried city in the stars

Follow this link and read the lavishly-illustrated account from a band of Barcelona track-runners who went all Forsake-the-Sky and spent their weekends exploring deeper and deeper into the underground warren.

Expeditions into the older, deeper cavities of a city's foundations never end well. There are ancient buried horrors which should remain buried, while the claustrophobic darkness is not good for the psyche. There are documentaries about it.

Anyway our tunnel-rats rapelled down 80-metre ventilation shafts and hiked in darkness for kilometers and hid from jigger-riding guards, and at the end of it, they found an abandoned Tunnel Boring Machine, IN ACCORDANCE WITH THE PROPHECY. I am not making this up.
If this were a horror movie or a Laundry novel, they would spend the second act reactivating the power supply and bring the control system out of hibernation... then the TBM would complete its final programmed excavation,
extending the topological complexity of the Barcelona metro to a level where it becomes the functional equivalent of the Gödel-Mandelbrot Algorithm, and OPENING THE GATEWAY. Then the final act would become a desperate struggle for survival against the cannibalistic mutants.

IRL, however, I can only say WOW.

Saturday, February 21, 2015

Short man seeks balcony for mutual fulfilment

Rudy Giuliani -- authoritarian shitweasel and security advisor to Middle Eastern feudalities -- said something sufficiently stupid that his compadres saw little prospect in trying to defend him, preferring to focus on the bias of the media (because anti-Republican bias could be the only reason for them to publicize embarrassing outbursts from someone they should be ignoring). There's a lot about his unimportance:

...observing Giuliani’s diminished stature today
Thx Alicublog!
Looking at the outburst itself, Giuliani does not think the US receives the tribute it deserves.
What country has left so many young men and women dead abroad to save other countries without taking land?”
He wants land? Hardrudy can have six feet of English soil – or a bit less as he is such a little man.

And the smoke of their torment goes up forever and ever

Evidently the laws of Nominal Determinism apply to architecture as well as to humans.
Avoid apartment buildings with names like "Torch".

Sunday, February 15, 2015

Never forget to check your references #2 (If God-bothers did not exist, it would be necessary to invent them)

Authoritarian duckspeak authors and bloggers are noted for bolstering their arguments by making up quotations and attributing them to prestigious daddy-figures. Perhaps this functions as an oath of fealty, 'any lingering sense of honesty' being an outside attachment that one must sacrifice as a gesture of dedication to the cause. Much as the members of academic and criminal hierarchies use incompetence to reassure their superiors as to their loyalty.

Roy Edroso and the Alicublog commentariat looked at one such quotation and the adverb abuse it attracts:
  • as a character written by G. K. Chesterton said, “Every man who knocks on the door of a brothel is looking for God,”
  • As G. K. Chesterton once quipped, "Every man who knocks on the door of a brothel is looking for God."
  • “Every man who knocks on the door of a brothel is looking for God,” G.K. Chesterton famously observed 
  • “Every man who knocks on the door of a brothel is looking for God,” G. K. Chesterton memorably stated 
  • G.K. Chesterton beautifully articulated this when he said: Any man who knocks on the door of a brothel is looking for God *
The fabrication first appears in 1997, in "The Sacred Romance" by Curtis & Eldredge.

It was quickly shared around various Deep Mystical Catholic writers like a well-sucked lollipop, all hewing to the line that "We're not prudes; sex is a great divine invention if Done Right" school of thought. One more reason to consult a celibate brotherhood for advice on sexual relationships.

Curtis and Eldredge did not provide a specific source but they did include Dooley's Collected Works of G.K. Chesterton (Volume 1)** in their bibliography, which is good enough for others to pass on that detail. It will come as a surprise to absolutely no-one that one of the links of the human centipede of mis-attribution was professional sanctimoaner Ross Douthat.
the truth of Chesterton's dictum: “Every man who knocks on the door of a brothel is looking for God.”
It appears that secularism in the modern world leaves a void in the human heart... a void which, in an unexpected coincidence, turns out to be exactly the shape of the New Testament god. This is why consumption of pr0n goes up as church attendance goes down, no wait.

Then came the genre of Sex-addiction / P0rn-addiction self-help books who took Pseudo-Chesterton into their catechism of obligatory quotations, the verbal equivalent of anal rosary beads. The genre agrees on the fact that popular culture, for all its wealth of sexual imagery and literature, fails to quench a thirst for transcendent spirituality, as is proven every time a book or movie attains prominence in popular culture.
In fairness we note that the brethren and cistern include at least one who knows the correct, unimproved quotation, as was penned by Bruce Marshall.
“The young man who rings the bell at the brothel is unconsciously looking for God”
Intrigued by this concept of a brothel bell-ringer, I found myself sketching out his biography... a kind of secular Quasimodo -- or even a real Modo -- ascending the suitably-shaped belfry five times a day to glorify Ishtar with tintinnabulation and to call the faithful to worship. Tragically, he is afflicted with early-onset arthritis, which cripples his hands to the point where he can no longer grasp the bell-ropes and is reduced to ringing out the peals by head-butting the clappers.

I don't know his name but his face rings a bell.

But then it turned out that Ledoux did not include a belfry in his design for a Oikema or Temple of Love! ***

This is not good enough. World, be more funny.



* This variation is also sometimes pulled from the rotting cakehole of Graham Greene.

** Accessible in searchable form through the wonders of the Interwebs. The word "brothel" only appears once.

*** Ledoux used up his lifetime allowance of belfries in his Memory Palace Temple of Memory.