Into the Vortex. Yes. Of course. By all means. Do. Fragment yourselves into a myriad sub, sub-sub and sub-sub-sub grouplets. Defend your tiny ideological patches ferociously, to the death if necessary. Break up with all those heretics that don’t agree with you 100% and hound them down till you can stand proud over their miscreant carcasses. Feel splendidly virtuous about it. Enhance your inner inquisitor and massage your self-self-esteem. And then obey, unquestioningly, the most trivial directive from Them Above. And when you and your neighbours, and your neighbour’s neighbours are all mince meat, then it’ll be time to integrate with Azathoth, who’s already ascending from the depths of its own hideous pandemonium and…coming to get you.
Divide and be ruled.

Totem Pole 2. Follow the wee totem’s advice: make a stink; protest; object; debunk; expose; whatever. Do it loudly and clearly. Plenty targets out there:
https://www.washingtonexaminer.com/news/math-professor-claims-equation-2-2-4-reeks-of-white-supremacist-patriarchy
Or, at the other end of the idiot rainbow:
https://metro.co.uk/2020/01/21/laurence-fox-claims-sikh-soldier-sam-mendes-war-epic-1917-forcing-diversity-viewers-12093965/
Have a spiffing weekend.

Influencers. Navigating The Grid is never a cushy number; or free of peril. It’s riddled with all sort of vacuous, two-brain-cells-and-no-synapse, insipid but nevertheless insidious creatures that will try to sell you stuff you don’t need, want or even fancy, and ideas that should have been dead and buried centuries ago. They will also try and instil in you a feeling of “missing out”, a state of being that seems to be one of the main transgressions in our increasingly amalgamated End Days Crapitalist so-called society. Try and ignore them. Sharpen your cynicism. Beef up your middle finger. Wear Orphic earplugs. And take a Shoggoth with you as a travelling companion. Oh, and a teddy bear. (If you are teddy-deprived you can write to us and we’ll send you one post-haste via Byakhee Express.) No one should be without a Teddy. Ever.
Weekend soooon come. Have a good one. To brighten it, as a bonus ball, have some pandas being extremely silly and terminally cute.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RLQiAqc1MI8

Open Spiral 2. aka The Bubble Eaters. These here be the Bubble Eaters. They eat bubbles. Yes, really.

Butterfly Dancer. Just like the Fish Dancer of old, old days, this one dances butterflies. Not dances with, nor she makes the little fluttering darlings dance. She dances them. And the butterflies just love it. The Sun, on the other hand thinks the whole activity a frivolous display of…fucknowswhat. He’s in rather a bad mood lately, poor mite. Never mind the Sun, though. I’ve half a mind to ask the swingy young miss to come and bloody dance me. I could do with a bit on mystical boogy-woogy.

Totem Pole 3. Here be a baroque, small but perfectly formed, chaotic Totem Pole wot’s got Biiiiiiig Juju and where everything hangs together by a hair’s breath of pure Metchik. NB. This be not the Totem Pole where the two creatures you saw in Sunny Day have supportive but crucial roles on a regular basis. That’ll be Totem Pole 2. (Continuity’s not very highly rated in the Intermediate Badlands.) Coming soon. Ish.

Sunny Day. Here, have some fair-weather bliss. For aching hearts all over. The two small creatures here enjoying the environmental bonanza are just heaving a well earned break. They will soon be resuming their roles as supporting elements of a Big Juju Totem Pole currently undergoing refurbishing.

Furious Flowers. aka Pre-emptive Strike. No.1
Ours is the first age in which many thousands of the best-trained individual minds have made a full-time business to get inside the collective public mind. To get inside in order to manipulate, exploit, control is the object now. And to generate heat not light is the intention. Marshal McLuhan
Things out there are getting so bizarre, so very Ligottian that I’ve decided to hang my prophet’s hat. For a while, anyway. I honestly cannot predict what They will think of next to scare the living daylights out of us peasants. Could be anything or everything. Global warming and the need to freeze, smell and live in semi darkness? (So that Las Sodding Vegas can stay lit up 24/7 like a vulgar Christmas tree and Their fucking golf courses endlessly irrigated.) Food chain collapse and the virtue of eating grasshoppers? (So that They can keep on guzzling the Krug and stuffing Their slimy gobs with organic fettuccine.) “Russian” bots taking over the internet ergo the absolute necessity to have every word we utter constantly monitored, controlled and, if need be, censured/cancelled/penalized/incinerated by the Thought Police?) A small but very loud frightful army of Shirleys (or Lorettas) imposing their Victim’s Intrinsic Virtue upon the rest of womankind? Our thoroughly justified despondency pathologized, if not actually criminalized, by the Happyness (sic) Industrial Complex and forcibly vaccinated by the Hallowed Therapies Mafias? Who knows. Your guess is as good as anyone’s.
But that’s no reason not to rant, rave and complain vociferously and denounce, indict and fume. So, here are the Furious Flowers doing just that. See them incandescent and kicking a big fuss about…anything you thing should be fair game. Plenty to choose from. All you have to do is listen to the BBC for just half an hour, (or to Lee Anderson for a mere ten minutes: see https://www.theguardian.com/uk-news/2022/may/11/tory-mp-condemned-after-blaming-food-poverty-on-lack-of-cooking-skills), or have a quick shufti at the Guardian’s “lifestyle” section and Robert Balfour is you proverbial.
I hereby attach a helpful example of Guardian piffle. (Sweet Mother of Bumba, but am I glad I’m not John Crace!)
https://www.theguardian.com/politics/2023/feb/08/standing-room-only-as-zelenskiy-delivers-a-lesson-in-leadership
Have a splendid, wobble-free week.

Stop Press. Re. The Next Big Scare. ‘ere, how about UFOs? I mean, think twice before flying a kite. It might be mistaken for a “Chinese” (or even Alien) spy balloon
Stop Stop Press. I think I will put back my Cassandra Hat. Here’s why:
https://www.theguardian.com/world/2023/feb/14/prepare-for-wave-of-extraterrestrial-sightings-in-uk-say-ufo-experts
If “They” know how to exploit this one, it could be the next Big Scare. (I said that a couple of years ago, a year into the Ukraine Panto, just as a joke, but, hey, you never know, do you? 🙂 )