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Hello. Do you watch television? Every day? And by so doing, have you become a thick, desensitised and easily fooled ga ga brain?

Maybe you are ashamed of your stupidity. Worse, maybe you have watched so much television you are no longer capable of feeling shame, your emotional circuits degraded to the point where spontaneous feeling no longer arises within you. Instead you endure a never ending stream of bogus thoughts and feelings, each one carefully placed within you and reinforced continually by the miasma that is broadcast television. Worryingly, you are not alone.

Of the addictions, television is amongst the most subtle and devious. Alcoholics live in denial. TV addicts are worse for they do not acknowledge that a condition called TV addiction is even possible. “How could it be?” they mutter “for is not TV smashing and super and fun and marvelous and can I not turn it off whenever I see fit?”. If only it were so.

For most people in the west TV is the only form of information they partake of and consequently they can no longer think. And, as any fule no, thinking is the hardest work known to man. Or was. The great mass of people are in such a compliant non-thinking mode they no longer know that a condition called “thinking” is even possible. TV does all their thinking for them and my, what a deep thinker it is.

But consider how good TV could be. Consider how magnificent would be our lives were we to be offered a TV diet designed to enhance and improve us, as opposed to our current fare which degrades, destroys and demeans the values we hold dear. Patience in abundance may be needed though before those days arrive.

So what cure? Abstinence would be for the best. That is total abstinence. No TV at all. If the mere thought of that sends a shudder, no matter how slight, through your addled system, then you’ve just met your nemesis. No doubt going cold turkey like that would be too much to bear for most err viewers. Together however we can conquer mountains and possibly TV too. So a thought to leave you with.

Once a month, say the first Tuesday, we designate as worldwide NO TV day. From there it would be a short stepping stone to once every other week, once a week and so on. People could talk to one another, sing songs round the piano, love one another. And no doubt some TV executive somewhere, with his or her eye on the main chance, could make a TV documentary about it and show it on NO TV day too.

One of the classic sketches from Monty Python was the sweetly sick parody of “Blue Peter”, a much beloved childrens television programme, institution even, in the late 1960′s and 70′s. Eric Idle played a bewigged version of Valerie Singleton. Ahh the memories.

At close we are asked to tune in for next weeks programme where, amongst many delightful goodies, we were informed we would learn “How to reconcile the Russians and the Chinese”.

In light of this powerful essay from 1881, a more appropriate item would have been “How to reconcile the Russians and the Jews”. Although no mention is made in what follows, it is worth reminding ourselves that the Sabbatean Frankist sect of Judaism, that is, a sect which works to undermine the fabric of Torah Judaism in much the same way that Jesuits undermine the Roman Catholic church and the Wahabbists undermine Islam, is likely a prime mover in this state of affairs over the last 300 to 400 years. The Rothschilds, (who took over all financial operations of the Catholic Church worldwide in 1823 – see Eustace Mullins), are of the Sabbatean Frankist sect and lend truth to the observation that, in the inner most dark recesses, occult sects within Judaism and the Vatican are joined at the hip.

Russian Jews and Gentiles

FROM A RUSSIAN POINT OF VIEW

By Mme Z Ragozin

Published in The Century Magazine, Vol XXIII, November 1881, page 905.

Anti-Semitic feeling still runs high: to this the late most unjustifiable demonstrations against Sarah Bernhardt in Galicia and Odessa bear witness. That is especially strong in the eastern part of Europe, where the Israelites are most numerous and most firmly sealed, is another indubitable fact. It also may be safely asserted that never, even in the quietest times, is this feeling wholly extinct. Were it otherwise, the popular outbreaks could not be so violent, so frequent, nor—to use a homely but expressive word—so “catching,” nor so uniform in character, as they have been within not very many years in Romania, Galicia, eastern Prussia and, very lately in the south of Russia. When the effects are identical, the causes must be at least similar, and where the former recur with persistent iteration, the latter may be supposed to be permanent and deeply rooted.

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CARACAS, Venezuela – - Dr Hermann Ziotrope the renowned proponent of singing handbags has invented talking shoes. Speaking several languages, the shoes carry a microchip and tiny but powerful speakers located in the heel section. The shoes are linked to the GPS network and are able to inform the wearer of just how many steps should be taken and in what direction to get to the intended destination. The first pairs were put on trial 3 months ago and initial feedback has been encouraging.
Dr Ziotropes offices (shown) have been inundated with enquiries from people who easily get lost “We decided to start the test in Caracas because the street layout of this city is notoriously complex and many people are often left stranded by the end of the day.” The 50 test wearers are all known to have problems with their sense of direction and the shoes have proved to be a big hit with most of them. “So far we’ve only lost 1 person but that was because they were crushed by a grocery truck that was overloaded with fruit.”
The test shoes have been specially designed but plans are for an insert unit that could effectively be injected into most pairs of existing shoes. Ramblers associations were initially thought to be likely enthusiast for the shoes but the feedback from that quarter has been surprisingly hostile. The few ramblers that have tested the shoes in England and Holland have been lulled by the soporiphic nature and mellifluous tones of the voice used by the shoe and some of them have fallen asleep mid-stride. Carol Abrahams from Middlesex fell asleep during a 4 mile hike in Cumbria, falling into a gorse bush where she was located some 8 hours later. Ironically it was the sound of the talking shoes that attracted the search party to her and made possible the rescue.

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